#genderless reader

[noellefan101]

Offline to Online HSR edition

Characters: Kafka, Silver Wolf, Seele, Bronya x gn! reader

Summary: your girlfriend is a streamer, a popular one at that. this is a fic about: how their chat finds out that you are dating, how they treat you off-stream and on-stream/do they treat you differently

"Warnings": Romantic relationship, modern au, streamer au, kissing, [h/c] is hair color, not proofread,

Note: this is the other one that was in the poll if you would like to read the genshin impact version it´s here. and omg i am so tired and my back hurts like CRAZY, but i luv you all.

Kafka

How chat found out: she kinda wanted to say it out loud the first day/month you started dating, but you stopped her because you didn´t want the whole world to know. and she agreed it was for the best anyways/don´t want all her simps to come at you(looking at you "cough cough")/. so she kept it a secret, still teases you about it though. and she was pretty good at hiding it, but then it had been a year or so and you moved in together, in a new house.

so obviously it was going to be harder to hide it, mainly because you lived together, but also because she was asked 24/7 to do a new house tour. she eventually did it, but without your office being in the video. it worked out well in the beginning but then people started wondering what was in the last room/your office/. you were worried about it, while she ignored it and acted like no one had asked about it. that of course didn´t help and only grew more suspicion to the last room. she eventually had enough and started asking you if she could say it, following up with her saying that her fans won´t come after you for it.

On-stream: she teases you, every time she has a chance too, and i mean EVERY time. she normally does that a lot, but not this much. she also doesn´t like when anyone else teases you. you´d say she´s possessive, but if you actually said that when she´s streaming, you would be banned from entering her office for a few months(at least).

Off-stream: she´s WAY sweeter when no one is watching, mostly because she doesn´t have that evil look in her eyes all the time. and then she´s with you so ofc she´ll behave(if you ask nicely). she would also kiss you more passionately than when she´s in front of chat/she doesn´t need chat to spread pics of you kissing all over twitter, that´s why/and she also hugs you more gently. over all she´s just softer with you but don´t tell her that.

she loves you, even more than chat loves her.

Silver Wolf

how chat found out: they didn´t really think that you were dating at first, but just some affectionate roommates. maybe it was because they didn´t think that she would be dating anybody/or maybe you looked too good to be dating silver wolf hehe/. but either way, you ARE dating, you just thought her chat knew already. but when you found out they didn´t/because they called you her roomie, not her partner/you tried to show more affection.

so when you were home while she was streaming you made some food for her. walked in and gave her the food, after you just left a little kiss on her cheek. leaving the chat stunned, she just started eating her food, acting like nothing happened. she asked if anything was wrong and they flipped out even more, like wtf they just kissed you. she didn´t think it was that big of a deal and tried to move on. but they wanted answers, she didn´t care ofc, and didn´t answer any of their questions. after she was done eating and she just continued the stream like normal. you on the other hand was a little worried that she got upset, because you just kissed her on the cheek, and in front of all her viewers. she eventually revealed to chat that you were dating, and they should shut up abt it. only because she didn´t want you to worry.

On-stream: she doesn´t really care if you´re there or not, but id happier with you there. she shows affection, but not much. the reason: she doesn´t want to ruin her reputation.

Off-stream: when she´s not streaming or in a call you play with her instead. she loves when you play with her, wanting to share her interest with you. she does this while hugging you/maybe from behind/and kisses you to distract you.

she loves games, but loves you even more.

Seele

How chat found out: they properly noticed the person walking around in the background all the time/since her streaming setup is in the living room/and they didn´t know who it was other than a person with [h/c] colored hair. they tried to ask about it, but Seele didn´t pay them any mind and moved on. she kinda thought they were joking and already knew who you were/but there kinda clueless and thinks she kidnapped someone/but ofc you´re just her partner and she didn´t force you to live with her. actually, it was your idea to live with her. so they should quit thinking that.

but anyway, she was streaming(like usual)and she was in a call with some friends/like Sampo, Bronya, Natasha, etc/and she kinda got into an argument with one of them/Sampo/. because he wasn´t playing well enough and it turned into a thing of them dissing each other. the others wanted to stop them, but they didn´t in fear of getting into it as well, so they kinda just listened in on it. she then revealed one of his secrets, witch lead to him saying that you and Seele were dating, and not just roomies. she then got confused, and asked f they didn´t know/bc she really fricking thought they did, oh well/the chat went wild. and when she found out they were clueless the whole time, she just laughed her ass off.

On-stream: she doesn´t have you around that much/other than in the background/but when you are there beside her, she has most of her attention fixated on you. she likes kissing, hugging and sitting with you, even if in front of everyone. and she doesn´t get embarrassed about it.

Off-stream: if possible she´s even more affectionate, the only reason is because she doesn´t want you to be embarrassed. but if you gave her permission, she would be all over you at all times, at parties, events, on stream, in front of friends and family... you get it.

she loves you a lot, even when you´re not around.

Bronya

How chat found out: she streams a lot, like a ton. so of course you´d either get home while she´s streaming or just be home in general. she´s very busy so you don´t say anything other than "i´m home", when you check on her after being out. or other times it´s you delivering food to her. in general chat mainly thinks that your just some friends living together, but thats only because they don´t know that you´re dating, and you don´t plan on revealing it right now. maybe because you either were busy, didn´t want to or you were scared of her viewers reaction/but she does comfort you, and tell you that they will accept it/.

the way they knew you were dating, was mainly because of you two being stupid. she was on a little break/since she had been streaming the last 5-6 hours, with only 3-4 breaks(send help)/and you walked into her room giving her a snack and kissed her on the cheek. that would have been okay normally, but this time she forgot to turn off the mic. leaving you to realize that after you looked at the chat, because it was going wild. you both then got embarrassed and she turned the stream off. she was supposed to stream for a few more hours but ditched the idea. and in the next week or so she now had to introduce you, when you were fully ready of course.

On-stream: she doesn´t show that much affection, since she gets easily embarrassed and looks almost identical to a tomato. but sometimes she will do cooking streams with you, and try to show off a little/that would be even cuter if you were a baker or cook, just saying(totally not trying to say anything)/but it doesn´t end that well.

Off-stream: she loves to hug, kiss and cuddle you. she feels so much more confident when you´re the only one watching, so she tries to show that she loves you as much as she can. she also feels safer when its only you and her.

she loves her job, but not as much as she loves you.

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~Adam~

Oneshots:

-Submissive Adam x Dominate Reader smut!

-Adam x innocent female reader smut (in progress)

-Adam x reader smut part 2 (in progress)

-Adam x female reader smut non con/rape(requested on ao3) (in progress)

-Adam x female reader smut (in progress)

-Adam x child reader (Platonic) (in progress)

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[kodamaghost00]

30 Monty Gator Headcanons!!

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[Disclaimer!!]

This post will contain: NSFW,Sfw,Fluff,Smut

It’s also Genderless for the girls,gays and theys! You are a Technician in these scenarios!

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Let’s begin!

He enjoys talking to you but won’t initiate any conversations because he thinks you will get bored of him eventually.

He for sure loves physical touch and sometimes purrs when you cuddle him in his greenroom.

He’s a massive animatronic and will be gentle with you due to his size.

He hates his original name “Montgomery” according to him it is “A wacky name for a bass player” and that’s why he prefers his nickname.

He’s very jealous of you. If anyone seems like a threat to him he will stand next to you wrapping his tail around you.

If he is having an outburst again the other band members and staff would call you to calm him down. He seems to only listen to you when he’s in that state.

He’d definitely have a picture of you two in his greenroom.

He was the biggest fan of Bonnie and definitely had a plushie of him in his room.

He has the biggest marking kink you could ever imagine. He can’t go one session without giving you at least two bite marks.

He is very dominant and also demands this position. Every time you try to initiate something he’d quickly turn it around so he’s the one on top of you.

He would use the pet names “Rockstar” and “Babe” a lot.

He gets easily attached to things you give him. Even if it’s something as simple as a dandelion you picked up before work, he’d keep it forever…

He likes to pick you up and he will make cheeky comments about your height. (Even if you’re just 1cm shorter than him).

He loves to edge you until your legs shake from frustration and he’s always teasing you about it.

He loves seeing you get all flustered when he compliments you.

He’d be the type to say “Did ya’ do somethin with your hair? Looks great…” even though you did nothing new with your looks. It makes you laugh every time.

He’d have a hard time showing you affection through words so he likes to leave you little notes that say “have a good day/night” or “I hope we’ll see each other soon.”

When you’re working with him in Parts & Service he’d always look at you with admiration. He doesn’t know a thing about his mechanics so he’s really impressed with your abilities.

Sometimes on your breaks or after your shift you go to gator golf to see Monty and occasionally play golf with him. He’s obviously a really good player so it’s hard to compete with him.

Once you won a game and he just pushed you into the lakes and laughed historically as you tried to get out.

You tried to get back on him and do the same but he was too heavy to be pushed away. So he just jumped to the side and you fell down into the lake yourself. He laughed and said “Haha! Karma is a bitch, rockstar!”

He would also enjoy taking you around the Pizzaplex to places where you weren’t before.

When you cuddle with him he always puts his head on top of yours.

Sometimes you two get too caught up in a conversation that he forgets to charge and he goes on standby mode. (Freddy comes to help you if that happens).

He knows your work schedule better than you do yourself. “Monty when do I have to start working again tomorrow?”. “8pm till 6am. You have the night shift tomorrow.”

He lets you put on his glasses and eventually gets you a pair of them in the gift shop.

He loves to hear you beg for pleasure. He will overstimulate you so much that you can only say his name and beg for more.

With enough convincing and reassurance he’ll open up to you about his feelings. And once he does he’s extremely grateful that you don’t judge him.

If he’d ever hurt you by accident he wouldn’t forgive himself. But he’ll be harsh if you want him too.

When he has an outburst and you get called to handle it he’ll say stuff like “Why would ever want to be with me!? Don’t you see that I’m a monster…?” while his voice cracks down while he sobs in your arms.

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Thank you all for reading my little Headcanons!(人´∀`) It’s been my first time listing them and I’m quite happy how it turned out! Perhaps I’ll even do more Fnaf SB characters?

- Your Ghost ༼ つ ╹ ╹ ༽つ

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[tommys-little-writing-corner]

My doctor says I’m ill and the only thing that’ll cure me is if you write something about Shang Tsung

Note: If you're ill, then my recommendation is simple--

Another Note: KIDDING!!! Love ya lots, Mango!!!

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Shang Tsung Headcanons -- A Huckster's Love

》 Just a little ramble about our favorite huckster, Shang Tsung. The little meow-meow... what went from being simple to now possibly just a whole oneshot fic in the form of bullet points. 》 Notes: Gender Neutral Reader, Typical Canon, Broke Ass Hoes, Fruitier Than Fruit Cake, Mortal Kombat 1 Spoilers Ahead-- You've Been Warned 》 Word Count: 700+ ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂

Meeting the man himself, before he became a sorcerer thanks to Damanshi's help, was rather interesting

While Liu Kang deemed that Shang Tsung would live a life of misery, to pay for the pain he had done in previous timelines, he did not consider the possibility of someone changing what he had planned

Shang would live life begging for coin, in rags, and maybe die in the streets with no coin to his name

As Shang finished his daily beatings from the local angry villagers (with pitchforks no less), you came along to drag his worn body back to the shop-- creating a sort of companionship neither one could put a name on

Before meeting Shang, you also struggled much like he did-- no family to your name, always on the run from officials and Umgadi alike

He didn't trust you at first, hesitant on your kindness from making sure he wasn't getting beat up in his sleep or continue sleeping outside

Shang did not trust you until you both agreed on a deal-- with the two of you clearly struggling, maybe there was a way to help one another

With your skills as a thief, you could steal not only high-quality materials for Shang to use for his false medicines to give them truth-- but other high value items as well such as jewelry and books

Shang would use whatever you found and give you a portion of the money he made, since you would keep some of the valuables you've found for yourself

This was your relationship for the next few years-- two people using tricks to meet end's meet

You would both wake a little before the sun rose, preparing yourselves for the day ahead

Sometimes you'd catch Shang trying to pull his long hair back into a bun, eyes examining how his hands-- covered in small cuts and bruises-- brushed loose strands back as he looked in the small mirror the makeup box offered him

Sometime's he would watch you get ready, admiring your bare back as muscles rolled and flexed while you put on your clothes for the day-- he admired your strength and tenacity, as you admired his cleverness and deceit

You both complimented and contrasted one another, almost balanced with one another as you would head out to collect more items for Shang to use or sell and he would use his charms to take money from those who would have it

Feelings for one another did not come about until things started to become... more casual with one another

The back of your hands would briefly brush up against one another more often, mumbling apologies whenever it occurred

Sometimes, though, those "accidents" would happen more often and sometimes linger, beckoning you to try another taste of his touch-- to feel his thin hand in your own

Other times came to sleep, whenever it got too cold during the night, Shang would suggest sharing the one bed to preserve warmth the best you two could

Sometimes, when your back is turned against him, you can feel the slow and steady breathing of his lungs in the state of sleep, a sign that he was alive.

Sometimes you could feel him shiver, and if he was asleep, bring him closer to you to help with the cold or was he simply faking it for attention, hmmm??? *(eyebrow raise and wiggle)*

When feelings began to become more obvious, as did the more accidents

But you both seem to understand that something was growing, something was blossoming beyond simple companionship

How to say it in words, you didn't know. Shang didn't know either.

It was something that neither one could ignore for long

So after years of it being "business" only to friends to now... whatever this was now

Everything felt right

Even though you were not rich like the kings of old, constantly remained on the move from village to village in Outworld, occasionally beaten by villagers

At the end of the day, when the moon stood high in the dark sky, pale light shining on the carriage, you two still had one another

Tending to one another's wounds, making light jokes about what happened, reminiscing about the past

The last thing you both would always see is each other's faces as you both lied down and dimmed the candle that served as light for the small room-- tired, exhausted, but happy

This was the huckster's love, before something much grander than your own home-- your own world-- intervened

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[a-mint-bear]

Your Secret Admirer

Female Yandere x Reader

Part 2

Late one rainy night, you help a young woman on your way home from work, but she seems strangely familiar...

[tw: knives] no blood mentioned

Part 1

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It was late. You should've clocked out hours ago, but your jerk boss made you stay to cover for his nephew. Who, of course, was "sick" again. Which was code for: "Too hungover to come into work, just like every other Monday."

It was pouring when you reached your stop, but luckily, you'd remembered your umbrella like a responsible adult. There was a chill in the air that made everything seem just a little bit more miserable, but you trudged on anyway. Changing out of your work clothes and into your comfy pajamas always helped you wind down after a bad day.

The streets were about as empty as you'd expect from this time of night, save for the occasional car that rushed by threatening to douse you as they hit every puddle. You were about halfway home when you noticed something... odd.

There was a woman standing on the sidewalk, facing the road. She was soaked from the downpour, her long, dark hair clinging to her face.

At first, you barely paid her any mind. But the closer you got to her, the more your mind started racing. Why was she out so late at night? Why was she letting herself get so drenched? She wasn't really dressed for the weather either. She had to be cold... Did she have nowhere to go? Was she... trying to do something? She was about halfway to the curb... was she waiting for the right moment? The thought doused you like ice water, the fear and doubt somehow colder than the rain.

You were almost face to face with her when something was eating away at you. Guilt? Sympathy? A weird sense of responsibility for this stranger?

But the strangest thing nagging at the back of your mind was...

She looked... familiar?

You couldn't stop your body from stopping in front of her, doing your best to have your umbrella cover her, despite the fact that she was already soaked.

You always had a bit of a soft spot for helping people, even if it wasn't always the smartest idea.

You ask her if she's alright. She doesn't react.

Your mind kept racing. Was she homeless? She seemed well taken care of, her clothes looked nice if soaked through. Was she running from something, or someone? She looked maybe about your age, but... If she could go home why hadn't she?

You tried again, hoping she just hadn't heard you over the rain hitting the fabric of your umbrella. When she finally lifted her gaze to yours, that same feeling of familiarity kept on poking you in the side while you were trying to focus on the scene before you.

She stared into your eyes, and her breathing seemed shaky.

She needed help, maybe, but what could you do? You told her that your phone was almost dead, but you could walk with her somewhere safer. Somewhere she could call someone? Maybe you could walk her home? You offered, hoping she had somewhere to go at all.

You could feel your back getting wet from trying to cover her more than yourself. She smiled, but it seemed off, almost... bitter. When she finally spoke, it was almost drowned out by the downpour hitting the concrete.

"You're... being so nice."

You smiled back, trying your best to comfort her, still running through possible solutions you could offer... What you could do for her...

Would it be nuts to take her back to your apartment? You wonder. To offer a warm shower and a change of clothes while you throw hers in your dryer? She was a stranger, sure, but she obviously needed help. It was only a couple blocks away... she could get dry and then you could get some real answers out of her to figure out what to do next.

You end up making the offer and wordlessly, she agreed. All with that same sad look in her eyes. She clung to you all the way home, holding onto your arm with a death grip.

You fiddle with your keys at the door, all too aware of how the welcome mat is getting soaked. Hurrying in, you go to grab her a towel.

She followed after you, trailing water all the way. She didn't make a move to take it from you, so you took a chance and carefully draped it over her shoulders, starting to work it against her hair. You watch for any sign of discomfort or sign that she'd want you to stop, but no such sign ever came.

You guide her to the bathroom, handing her more towels.

You tell her if she hands you out her clothes, you'd be happy to throw them in the dryer. After a hot shower and a set of your clothes for her to change into, you pass them through the crack in the door, telling her you're leaving to make her a warm drink.

"No!"

She'd grabbed onto your wrist so tightly. The desperation in her voice, her breath hitching as she trembled, all of it made you pause, unsure what to do.

"Sorry, I just..."

She let go with a tired sigh, her face appearing the in crack of the door. Her hair clung to her face as steam rolled out into the hall, you quickly looked away when you saw a hint of the white fluffy towel below her bare shoulders, her hand clasping it tightly to her chest.

"Stay... I mean, would you p-please... stay close? " she stuttered, her eyes cast to the floor in... shame? Embarrassment? "Just... in the hall? Outside the door?"

Was she scared you would leave? Or had you become the barrier between her and whatever she was running from? You promise her you won't go go anywhere, and she seems to relax a little. You keep your back to the wall beside the door and your eyes forward, not wanting to betray the little trust she'd decided to put in you.

You couldn't lie, she was pretty, and the sight of her in your clothes didn't hurt that AT ALL. But she was trusting you. To be thinking of her like... that? It was neither the time nor the place.

She sat on the couch beside you with a hot mug of tea, and she looked down into it with that same sad expression.

"Thank you. You've been so... nice to me. I never thought that I'd be treated like this."

By you? By anyone? You don't notice her hand reaching for yours until her fingers brush against your own. You didn't think of it as anything but her looking for safety, but the look she was giving you was telling you otherwise.

You told her she doesn't have to do that, trying to be vague enough as not to embarrass her. But she just smiled that sad, bitter smile. She set the mug down on the side table, her fingers gently caressing yours.

"... All I ever wanted was... someone to see me. Only me. What they saw or how they felt about me, it didn't really matter. But you're so... worried. So... thoughtful."

She sounded almost... upset, the last word weighed down with so much regret, it threw you.

You asked her if that was a bad thing, and she just smiled.

"When I see you... it's like everything just... makes sense. Like my whole life has just been cold and dead. No one... sees me."

Before you could ask what she meant by that, she squeezed your hand, bringing it up as she gently pressed your fingers to her lips. You couldn't help but feel a little flustered, your face getting warm.

"I knew..."

She caressed your face, and you froze, unsure where any of it was going. Or if you wanted it to.

"I knew that when you finally saw me, it would be everything I ever wanted..."

She spoke like... she knew you? But that didn’t make any sense, you'd never met her before.

Right?

Something felt...odd. Alarm bells were ringing and you couldn't tell what had set them off.

The necklace she wore sat comfortably on top of your shirt. Soft, tiny white flowers trapped in resin, encircled in gold on a delicate chain. Something about it... About her.

You'd seen those eyes before... staring at you from the edges of your day-to-day life but never really in full view. The feeling you dismissed when the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, the same feeling you got whenever you found those weird gifts all over.

The trinkets and treats, the love notes that ranged from awkward confessions to clumsy retellings of fantasies you starred in...

And her necklace... the same tiny flowers were dried and pressed in a bookmark you'd found in the book you'd been reading one day.

Your eyes went wide, and she let out a shaky gasp. A wide, warm smile spread on her face as she got to her knees on the couch, swinging a leg over to seat herself in your lap.

"You see me now, don't you?" She smiled sweetly, holding your face in her hands. "I'm right here..."

You couldn't look away. All you could ask was the obvious question: Was it her?

A dark blush spread across her cheeks, her hands still holding your face to look only in her direction. "I needed this... I needed you to really see me. You stopped paying attention to my gifts, my notes... Did you like them? Did it... scare you?"

Your heart was beating too fast. You tried to move, to avert your eyes and figure out what to do, but she turned your face back, pressing into you, her thighs squeezed yours almost painfully.

"Tell me. Please, tell me... " She was breathing funny again. She hadn't blinked, like she didn't want to look away for even a moment.

You felt something pressing under your jaw, and it didn't click what was happening until you felt something sharp bite into your skin.

When did she get a knife? Was this her plan from the start, or had you done something to set her off?

You couldn't stop the fear that flashed across your face. But her reaction was somehow odder.

Her gaze on you softened as she bit her lip, blushing as her eyes glazed over. She let out a sweet, content sigh as she cupped your cheek in her hand. The pressure of the knife on your skin relaxed just a bit, but not enough to try and make a move.

You try to diffuse things, being honest with her. You didn't know who any of the stuff was from. You had no way of saying yes or no to her feelings, so you were waiting for her to show up in person. It felt rude to leave her a note back with something so serious, you wanted to do things right.

"But you ignored me..." Her face was suddenly calm, the blush and soft, adoring eyes went back to the cold stare she'd had in the rain in an instant. "You looked right at me and you saw nothing... I was nothing..."

You try and reassure her, telling her that it wasn't true, if only to calm her down. Her fingers worked into your hair, the sensation giving you goosebumps you couldn't fight. Your startled gasp choked into a hiss of pain behind your teeth when she yanked you closer by your hair. Her face was so close to yours you could feel her breath on your face.

You glared at her before you could stop yourself and that look was back. It was like she was completely smitten with it, with you.

"When you see me... really see me... I can't stop myself. It's so... wonderful. I've been empty for so long, but that fear in your eyes... How much you just despise me... Your smiles and laugh, all of it's a part of you."

She leaned to whisper into your ear. It sent chills down your back.

"Little pieces of you filling up that empty space... You can't take it away from me again..."

Her long, dark hair spilled onto your shoulders, it smelled like your shampoo. You close your eyes, tucking your chin into your chest in a desperate attempt to pull away. It was all too much.

"No... no, please. Don't..." You could hear her plead, her voice wavering with fear and desperation so intense it haunts you. "Love me, hate me, anything! Just don't look away. I can't go back to how it used to be... Please..."

You open your eyes again, afraid what would happen if you didn't. She smiled, it seemed so sweet and gentle, coldly contrasted by the knife in her hand.

"There you are..." she let out a little gasp, pressing her forehead to yours. "I don't really want to hurt you, I promise. I'd be... all alone again. Everything about you... good or bad, it's all so, so precious to me..."

She kissed between your eyes, her lips lingered there too long. Your face felt warm, the fear in your gut was getting entwined with something else... Your thoughts were jumbled, all of it was too much. She sat up, looking down at you... Something about all of it, how close she was... her warmth, her words... She had a hold on you, and you didn't know what you wanted to do.

"I can be anything you need me to be."

She brought your hand to her lips, kissing the palm of your hand, all the while staring into your eyes. There was a devotion there that you'd never seen in your entire life. You couldn't breathe.

"Just..."

The knife pressed under your chin to lift it, but your gaze was already locked with hers.

"Look at me."

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shout out to @magical-grrl-usami who wanted to be notified when part 2 came out, hope you like it :o

#i don't know if this came out good but here it is #female yandere #yandere girl #yandere #yandere imagines #The Secret Admirer #female yandere x reader #female yandere x y/n #genderless y/n #genderless reader #i am ace as hell so pardon if certain parts read weird #i debated including any quote unquote violence #but yanderes gonna yandere i suppose #lady yanderes need an edge sometimes #badum-tish #tw: knives #tw: knife

[osleeplessflowero]

Part 2 to Scares And A Sudden Friendship! - Reader goes by They/Them as always. - Bravery soul! 🧡 - Content Warning: Swearing - Horror goes by Sans because this is a Horrortale exclusive timeline. - Recommended to have context from the previous oneshot for this one! - posting while it's raining..hopefully it goes through-

You enter your apartment, tossing your costume aside the moment you enter your room and changing into some comfy pajamas. Looking through some albums, you put one of your favorite CDs into a small radio and let the music play in the background.

..You're not happy. But you also had a lot of fun with..what was his name again?

You hold up your phone, looking at the newly added contact.

'sans' is what it reads. Right, "Sans". Sans the skeleton. The skeleton who helped you scare the shit out of your shitty boyfriend..priceless.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a reply from your soon-to-be-ex. With a deep breath, you look at his message.

[him] (what do u wanna talk abt)>

[you] (you)>

[him] (tf did i do)>

There's a long conversation between you..his messages making you angrier and angrier until you abruptly break up with him, blocking him immediately after.

You don't realize you're crying until you see your teardrops hit the phone, hurriedly wiping them off to avoid possible water damage. You glare at your ex's name. FUCK him. And all of his friends he'd rather spend time with.

You let out a sigh. This might be the worst Halloween you've ever had..

You hear a ding from your phone, looking back down to see a new message, tapping it.

[sans] (heya)> (get home safe?)>

You can't help but smile a little, leaning back and replying.

[you] (yup)> (just dumped him, feelin like shit)>

[sans] (well we all gotta feel like shit at some point)> (its a part of life)>

[you] (thats true)

He sends you some random memes he had saved in his phone from someone he knows, letting you get some laughs.

[you] (so are we still up for getting coffee tomorrow??)>

[sans] (yeah if you wanna)>

[you] (hell yeah i wanna)> (this'll be fun)> (i wanna know more about you mr. skeleton)>

[sans] (mr. skeleton? cmon you can make a better nickname than that)>

[you] (gotta get to know you better first!)>

[sans] (fair enough)> (it's pretty lafe you should be going to sleep rn)> (*late)> (big hands)>

You let out a snicker.

[you] (yeah but i don't really wanna sleep)>

[sans] (if you sleep now you can wake up on time to go get coffee tomorrow)>

[you] (hmmm)> (fair enough- wait what time should we go? and the place??)>

[sans] (i usually wake up late so how does 12 sound? we can just go to that little coffee shop around the corner from the haunted house)>

[you] (perfect i'll see you then :])>

You pass out cold the moment your head hits your pillow, exhausted from the night's events.

Morning soon arrives, the sun rising as you do. You bury your face in your pillow before your alarm abruptly goes off, forgetting why you set it and frowning. ..Before you suddenly remember, jumping up in a tired daze. You rub the sleepiness away from your eyes with your hands, standing up and going to make some of your favorite breakfast.

Your morning routine goes as it usually does, you then approach your closet to figure out just what to wear. It should be something casual, yet warm..you look through your selection, picking out something that feels perfect, looking in a mirror and making sure nothing is out of place.

TIme to go! You rush outside, grabbing your bag on the way out and holding up your phone.

[you] (omw!)>

[sans] ( 👍)>

A cold breeze blows through the air, moving your clothes a little with it. You come to a stop as you reach the coffee shop, looking around for a particular skeleton and running up to him with a wave.

"Hey, there you are! Sorry if I'm late." You smile sheepishly, resting your arms at your sides. The skeleton simply sends a smile your way, shoving his hands in his now clean jacket's pockets.

"nah, you're early. i just got here myself." He shrugs a little.

"Sweet, looks like we're right on time then, huh?" You smile, holding open the door for him. He promptly replies with a "thanks", before walking in and holding the door so it doesn't shut on you.

You both walk over to one of the booths in the back at Sans' suggestion, sitting by the window across from one another. The sounds of cups clinking and very few people talking fills the air, a comforting sound. You can faintly smell the coffee beans in the back, taking a deep breath to take in the scent.

Sans taps his fingers against the table in a rhythmic pattern, his bright red eyelight turning from you, to the window, then back to you.

You sit your bag to your left, resting your elbows on the table and putting your head between your hands.

"So, Mr. Sans..consider this an interview of sorts."

"yikes, haven't had one of those in a hot minute." He puts his other arm's elbow on the table, resting his cheekbone in his palm to somewhat match you. "shoot."

"Alright- first off...why a haunted house?" You raises a brow, genuinely curious why he chose to work there.

"well, you tend to get used to spookin' people when you're a monster that looks like i do. so, why not take advantage of it? maybe get paid in the process. sounds pretty good to me. plus it can be pretty funny if you catch the right person off guard. just look what happened last night."

"Yeah..people shouldn't judge you based on how you look, though. At least, that's what I think."

"weren't you scared too?" He raises a browbone.

"Well, not as much as I could've been. But I've always been like that. Not a lot of things can scare me. Stumbling across you was more fun than scary. 'What will this actor do?', y'know?"

"huh..interestin'. would've assumed based on, ..well..you know. i tend to come across as big 'n scary."

"Not to me." You smile. His eyelight shrinks a little in its socket, before returning to its usual burning state as he smiles.

"Okay, your turn. You wanna ask me anything?" "why'd you end up with that scaredy cat back there? lemme know if that's too personal. i can change it." "No, it's fine," You sigh, lowering your hands so now your arms are fully on the table. "I dunno. We were fine at first, it seemed like he genuinely liked me back..but then he just grew really distant and ignored me a bunch." "well, it's a good thing you're not stickin' with somebody that's wastin' your time, huh?" "Yeah.."

A waitress walks over cheerfully, asking both of you what kind of coffee you'd like. You order your favorite, Sans shrinks down a little in his seat before replying with "black". She walks off, and he visibly relaxes.

"I'm..guessing you're not much of a people person, huh?"

"absolutely not. at least when i'm actin' i don't have to worry about talkin'. i just.. chase."

"I get that. I'm not the best with people myself. ..That's something we have in common." You smile.

"i guess it is, huh?"

A moment passes of comfortable silence between you. The waitress returns with your cups, sitting them down and waving goodbye before walking back over behind the counter.

"So..you have any family here?"

That question piques his interest, a fond smile crossing his face.

"yeah..my brother, papyrus. we're livin' together up here. he's a lot more..energetic than i am. kinda loud since his hearin's not all there. i think he'd like you."

"Really?"

"he's the kind of guy to wanna make friends with everybody, no matter who it is. he always.. sees the good in people." He looks down at the table, his smile still ever present. You can't help but smile too, about the fond way he speaks of him. They must be very close..you'd like to meet Papyrus sometime, if given the chance.

Maybe..

"You think I could meet him sometime? I-If that's too forward, I totally understand, of cour-" "..yeah. i'm sure he'd like to meet a new pal." "A..new pal?"

He nods. Your smile shifts into a grin.

"I'd absolutely like to be pals." "then i guess what's what we are, huh?" "Yeah..I like the sound of that."

The two of you finish off your drinks while you shoot more questions back and forth then exit the coffee shop, bidding each other goodbye. You can't help but feel a little pep in your step as you make your way back home, sitting on your couch and watching one of your favorite childhood movies.

Part 3 coming soon! Gotta love multi-parters-

#horror sans x reader #horror sans #genderless reader #continuation of the halloween oneshot #horrortale sans

[pluto-00]

2000’s geto au! [★]

a/n: Posting an au I had written a while ago, and decided to share them cuz' I thought it was cute! (i’m rlly busy, but I will try to post often!) These are random and short. (Take this for now🫶🏾)

-layered outfits, baggy jeans, rings, etc.

-Plays guitar and piano

- Will teach you how to play if you ask

- Indie/ metal enthusiast

- Loves getting piercings, his favorite is his septum

- Not much of a sweets guy, compared to you and satoru

- Heavily a salty/savory kinda guy

- Loves spicy food

-Very understanding and considering. You had a bad day and don't feel like talking? That’s okay. You wanna rant about the latest show you watched? He’s all ears.

-Even thought he might not like the same things you like, he still puts time to watch it, read, or get into it.. just because he knows you like it so much.

- Sometimes buys candies for Satoru that he sees in stores on his way to school 🍡

- Carries small packets of tissues with him because Shoko is prone to stuffy noses.

- Smokes a bit of weed, but stops partially because his s/o hates the smell of it, and dislikes smelling it on him when they meet.

- Enjoys when you try to cheer him up with a simple “relax day”…it takes his mind off of from his missions.

- Absolutely a gentleman, although his presence is quite intimidating due to the fact that he doesn’t talk much.

-Since we know that Geto is very popular with the girls compared to Satoru, Suguru often gets girls that flirt with him in public or try to get his number. (It’s amplified even more when they find out he can play guitar)

-He gets annoyed of telling off girls, he’s contemplating on just wearing a “I ♡ my s/o” shirt when he goes out by himself.

- an absolutely god at Smash bros, which pisses Satoru off.(considering he is good at everything)

- paints his own nails black because he think it looks cool.

- gives good massages, enjoys giving you some.

- loves taking care of you, buying small gifts, etc.

#jjk #geto suguru #2000’s!geto #geto x black!reader #x black reader #geto hcs #genderless reader #2000's #geto x reader #jjk x reader #pluto 00 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

[bubbly-parker]

Cuddling with Peter

If you like my stuff pls reblogggg it 😭

I thought I had already posted this, but apparently I didn't. Anyway, here it is - it was requested. I kept it short and sweet. Requests are still open and welcomed, but please note i didn't proofread this yet and English is only my third language.

Synopsis: Peter and reader are cuddling in their bed no gender given. No warnings just Fluff unless that's your trigger.

You are laying in your twin-size bed with Peter on top of you as he shuffles around, trying to get even closer to you: "Peter, you can't get any closer. It's not possible."

He mumbles something in your chest that you can't quite understand other than a huff and something that sounds like "watch mef" His hair is standing in all directions, all fluffy from you continuing to run your fingers through it. You're breathing in the scent of his shampoo as his hair tickles your chin. Moments like this have become rare ever since Peter got bitten and he took on his Hero persona. Most nights he would just flop through your bedroom windows, quite enough to not wake your parents up, but then he'd just crash and fall asleep. Peter was talking about his day, and most of his words were swallowed by your skin he was essentially talking into ,while lying face down on top of you, his arm around your waist, and underneath you, tightening you in a hug like a teddy bear. This usually signals to you that Peter is about to fall asleep with one last big hug, and he relaxes on top of you, quiet, soft breaths escaping his lips. You don't fall asleep yet; you're enjoying the moment while watching his peaceful face. Not a single scratch on his face tonight. You continue to run one of your hands through the hairs on the back of his neck, the other drawing shapes on his bicep.

#peter parker #spiderman #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fluff #peter b parker #tom holland #peter parker blurb #spiderman x you #tom spiderman #andrew garfield #andrew spiderman #genderless reader #marvel fanfic

[jaebeomsbitch]

Romulus's Sea of Turmoil (R.R.)

Summary: Leading you through the path of Roman's trauma. Roman learning to accept your help and love even though he's been conditioned to do the opposite. Roman doesn't fuck it :).

Paring: Roman Roy X Genderless! Reader

Warnings: childhood abuse, physical abuse, psychological abuse, self harm, emotional hurt, men crying, mentions of injuries, crying, father's death, funeral.

AN: probably the heaviest piece of work I've ever written. I just needed a piece where Roman is comforted like he deserved. Not edited, I wrote this at 1 AM.

Proceed with heavy caution

Roman was used to his father yelling at him. Used to the cadence in his voice when he tells him to shut up, that he was doing something important. He eventually loses Kendall, who goes off to join his father. Silently taking notes after being asked by his father. Roman grows accustomed to playing with Shiv, running through the halls, gleeful laughs following. 

Until one day he’s invited into the room, his father deciding he’s old enough to have a taste of his business. He doesn’t know when the hatred begins. Was his father’s hate always there, looming over him only becoming apparent when the sun had finally filtered through?

The beatings begin, bruised lips and swollen eyes. Kendall silently watches as Shiv has her face buried in the sleeve of his jacket. Her tears blotted against the fabric. His father grunting, “The world is tough, you have to learn from early on how difficult life is.” His eyes with a gleam he’s never seen before. At first he begs, like a child, pleading his father to take it easy on him; this only makes him angrier. 

Roman used to know why he was struck. Usually to teach him a lesson, like after spilling ice cream in his father’s new expensive car. Another after fighting with Kendall over steak night. Eventually the beatings turn frequent, explanations and lessons lost. Roman tries to justify it, tries to fit explanations into his little head. His father was annoyed by the way he swung his feet, mad that he whispered something to Kendall, angry as he was playing with a bottle when his boredom took over. He spends nights crying silently, mumbling justifications, snot noses frequent as he rubs his face into his pillow. 

One day his father discovers him in a cage, eating ‘dog food’ as his siblings surround him. He shakes in fear seeing his father. The feeling of being trapped overwhelmed him. His father sends him to military school to ‘toughen’ him up just like his uncle did. How could he be so weak? To be laughed at by the little girl, paraded around by his older brother? “There was something wrong with that boy and some discipline would fix him,” his father would say. 

He learns the routine, accepts his situation until he is released. He comes back home, Kendall now a foot taller, Shivy up to his chest. He’s a ‘military’ man now, shoulder’s squared out, stance stoic as his father inspects him. He’d learned to hide his emotion after hours of grueling training. He learns to numb the pain in his hands and knees from crawling on the floor. How ironic that his father sent him away for crawling only to spend hours learning the fastest way to crawl across the floor.

Kendall started as an intern at Royco, then moved to management training. He begins to look more like a man, an unhinged gleam in his eye that is new to Roman. Roman is sent away again to the LA offices to “learn” about the business. It was more like adult baby sitting, they set him up in an office flooding him with paperwork he doesn’t really understand. This is better though, he doesn’t have to live under the scrutiny of his father, only ever reporting back with phone calls. 

The few times he sees his father he once again makes mistakes. His witty remark passing his lips before his mind catches up as he’s struck in the face. He remembers this, remembers why he hates the walls of this house. Remembers why he was grateful for the distance. Nonetheless he mumbles excuses to himself. You’re an idiot, you’re annoying, your father hates you. 

He moves back to New York, his father gets sick and then better. Roman continues to berate himself, whispering insults. Relishing in self inflicted wounds. He learns to live with the pain, learns to seek the words from his father’s mouth. Until he meets you, you tell him his words are too harsh. You don’t like the way he treats himself but he tells you to fuck off. 

It isn’t until his father is gone that he begins to question himself. He had put himself through years of turmoil for his father, lived in the shadows of his older brother to not attract attention. Was it all worth it? Was it ever worth it? Was it worth starving? Did he even love his father? He asks Tom if he told Logan he loved him. Tom, confused, doesn't know how to respond. Did he truly love his father? His guilt begins to eat away at him. The words would’ve slipped out if they were real. If somewhere deep in the cavity of his chest he felt for his father a shred of love he would’ve uttered those three words. He begins berating himself in his father's absence, unused to the void of pain he’s accustomed to. 

He’s lost. He pushes you away, pushes away the one person who tries to help. He doesn’t deserve you, he’s a piece of shit. He practically killed his father with that voicemail. The memories replaying in his head. He punches himself in the thigh wanting to feel the familiarity, closing his eyes and pretending his father once again looms over him. You stop him once you hear the noise, you’d heard him some nights but you couldn’t bear the thought of him hurting himself once again. 

He shoves you out of the room yelling obscenities at you in a joking manner. “It’s almost like you caught me with my dick in my hand. You’d love it wouldn’t you?” he laughs, slamming the door. He tries to hold it in, tries to bury the emotion but you hear his sobs through the walls. You spend countless nights on his couch, just waiting for him to be ready. For him to want just a shred of help. It isn’t until the day before the funeral that he leaves the door unlocked. 

Perhaps his guilt for letting you sleep on the couch when he knew you had back problems. He tried, tried to keep you at an arm's distance because anyone who crossed his path was destined to a horrible fate. They were tied to a monster, unable to escape. So he gives you the out, leaves his door unlocked as a last ditch effort to let you leave him but you don’t. You approach the bed as you hear his sniffles. You climb into the sheets, cradling him into your chest as he lets the sobs rip through the room. You whisper comforting words until his cries die down. 

He didn’t deserve you. Didn’t deserve this, he was as much a killer as his brother was. He never deserved your patience, your worried glances, or your reassuring touches. He’s not allowed to have a happily ever after because he is broken. Broken beyond repair, just a pile of tiny shards on the ground. 

He stands on the podium, hundreds of eyes on him. He can’t do this, he can’t be like his father, can’t even fathom his cold body in that casket. He calls for help, motioning with his hands as you hear the beginning of those familiar sniffles. You reach around Kendall, whispering something into his ear that they can’t hear. He shakes his head at his siblings, glancing over at you worriedly. You give him a kiss on the temple before patting his chest. He delivers his speech, Roman the Showman lighting up the sky. The church claps at his ridiculous speech.

Mencken gives him a knowing smile, cracking a rude remark about your assistance. Roman holds it in, he grips onto your hand to tether him to the ground. Lets you do most of the thanking, until he can finally breathe again. He’s shaking in the car, withered away to that scared little boy he once was. You hold him again, brushing the tears from his face as the wet patches grow on your coat. He needs pain, he wants it, he craves it. He begs you to hit him, trying to provoke a reaction from you. Please bring him back down to earth, his soul felt like it was floating away from his body. You hold his eyes open squeezing eye drops into his red streaked eyes as you peck him on the forehead. 

You remind him that he’s not allowed to inflict pain and although it’s difficult you’re there. You’ll stage a break up to justify his fallen tears if you have to. He no longer has to bear the crushing pain alone. He nods, following you out of the car. He’s still unable to step in the mausoleum. Afraid he’ll be trapped with his father’s vengeful spirit. You crack jokes with Shiv, breaking to place a kiss on the top of his hand that’s intertwined with yours. In that moment Kendall and Shiv have never felt more alone.

Just like Logan wanted, he looms over the children like a deity. Watching their every move scrutinizing their stupid business decisions. Roman leads you around the room, his shoulders feeling a little lighter as you whisper a joke in his ear. Then he remembers, his dad is dead. Forever trapped in a discount pet supply box. You remind him that it’s okay that he’s gone, he no longer has to lose teeth, no longer has to sit on the counter as you patch his face up and hand him an ice pack. You watch as he flirts with Mencken, you weren’t happy about it but you knew the crowd ATN attracted. 

You don’t let him watch the protestors, you shove him into the car. You lead him by the elbow up to his penthouse as he jokes about how hot it is to see you pull him around like a rag doll. He laughs at his own joke about how riled up you are at his father’s death as you guide him to his bedroom.

He lets you undress him and tuck him into the sheets. His jokes die down as he lays in your arms, tears slipping through his closed eyes as his tiredness catches up to him. He falls asleep hearing your voice praise his courage, praise him for letting you take care of him, and more importantly how proud of him you are. He’d never heard that before, at least not genuinely. Only used to hearing it after he’d been whored out to another potential business partner.

He is nowhere near healing but just for now you are enough.

#roman roy #roman roy x reader #comfort fic #angst #mentions of abuse #mentions of self harm #roman roy / reader #roman roy imagine #roman roy au #genderless reader #shiv roy #kendall roy #succession #succession hbo #succession spoilers #succession imagine #succession roman #angst and comfort #god I want to cry #I just need to fucking hug him so bad #I cant stand to see roman cry

[starmybrainrot]

Fluff!Bang Chan Imagine

Genderless Y/N has a rough day and gets overstimulated at work. When they get home, Chan is there to help calm things down. (I don't write fluff or Y/N stuff, so don't be mean lol) word count: 1786 cw: pretty detailed depiction of overstimulating situations ______________________________________________________________ As the big hand on the clock joins its partner, the work day is officially over. That’s normally good. Especially today. 

It's been a particularly stressful day at work. Nothing insane had happened- it wasn’t as if someone had a stroke in their office. But little things had piled up all day. 

For example, you’d woken up late. Not having time to stop and get coffee from the shop near you, you decided to get some at work. You took a crowded, stuffy metro ride all the way to work, just to be met with a broken coffee machine. It was like that all day. Someone coughing too loud and far too near you. Having to rush through your lunch. A meeting running just ten minutes too long. Nothing particularly unbearable, but the overstimulation sank in fast. It was like your skin was burning but only on the inside. Every sound too loud, every smell too strong. It was unbearable. 

So, usually, 7:00 would be a relief. But today it’s a new worry. Rush hour traffic. Everyone’s going to be on the train. It’d be just like this morning, except people would be even more annoyed this time. Pushing, snapping, more teenagers running around outside the stations. 

Your hands tremble with mounting anxiety as your train speeds towards home. Three stops left. You think to yourself, white-knuckling the pole on your left. The train lurches to a halt. Someone steps on your toe and the pain is amplified, swimming up your leg like neurotoxin. The man mutters an apology and bows his head a bit before hurrying off.

Two stops left. The person next to you is blasting their music too loud. Someone keeps swinging their foot- it’s clipping against the ground. Yet another person coughs too loudly. You swallow harshly and screw your eyes shut. The train stops. More people get off, more people get on. 

One stop left. You think, biting the inside of your cheek. Just one more… A baby starts crying at the other end of the car. Someone forgot to silence their phone- the tone is blaring from mere feet away. More coughing, sneezing. What if you get sick? Oh, God, you’re going to get sick- 

The train stops and you practically throw yourself off. There’s no time to stay still. You make your way off the train, tap out of the station, and make your way up the steps in almost one fluid motion. Your legs speed up faster and faster until you’re practically running up the stairs to your building. Fingers still shaking, you manage to get the key in the door, turn around and try not to slam the door as you shut it.

You take a deep breath, and immediately a small sense of calm fills your lungs. The neurotoxin that’s wrapped its tendrils around your bones is being fought off by the faint, sweet smell of your boyfriend’s apartment.

“Y/N?” Chan’s voice creeps around the walls of your house. “You finally home?” It’s slow, calm. It sounds like he’s been relaxed for a while. You don’t have the energy to wonder when he got home or why. All you know is that he is. 

Instead of responding, you take your shoes off and place them on their designated rack. While you’re fussing around with them, slipper-muffled footsteps creep up behind you. 

“Y/N?” Despite being sing-songy, Chan’s saying your name still makes you jump. You turn around to face him, unsure of how to react. He knows what to do, though, and hugs you. It’s a happy hug, one that continues fighting off the blackness in your stomach. He kisses the top of your head and pulls back, holding your face in his hands. He smiles to himself, running his thumb across your cheekbone. 

“Hi.” He says, the smile on his face widening to a grin. You can’t help but smile back. Despite how shitty you feel, it’s impossible not to. That pretty dimpled smile… It's contagious. It’s as if the gods took all the stars from the sky and put them in his eyes, where his teeth are. So warm and bright, no matter how big or small it is. So you smile. 

“Hi,” You manage back. You don’t have much energy to talk, but there was so much love in that single word you couldn’t help but return it.

“You’re gonna wash up, right? After work ‘n’ everything?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“Cool. I’m gonna go back to our room.” He pauses, as if he's thinking of something else to say. When he can't find anything, he just kisses you again. 

His lips feel perfect yours. Pillowy, soft, still tasting of the cherry Vaseline he applied hours ago. He holds the kiss for a second longer than most gentle kisses are. His hand stays holding yours for a moment later. Even in such small movements, he’s clinging to the softness, the innocence. 

He can sense the anxiety that’s mounted in your chest, your throat. He doesn’t want to rush you into talking, he just wants his baby better. So he holds it. He clings to the calmness for just a second longer. 

You pull back and smile at him. He nods and turns around, fingertips skimming the door frame as he walks back into your bedroom.

Washing up is fast but is in no way fun. Your soul still feels like it’s scratching to get out. The smell of steam is the only thing in the bathroom, and without Chan’s smell or the soft touch of his skin, the toxin is back in your bloodstream. You can feel each individual jet of water from the showerhead, each drop of soap, each plume of steam rising off your skin. You don’t stay in that shower very long

You’re able to bundle yourself in pajamas. Safe fabric, finally. Something soft, familiar. That worn out t-shirt you stole from Chan. The shorts that are a bit too stretch out but you can’t bring yourself to toss. Nothing too tight, too smooth, too rough. Everything’s safe. 

You run your fingers over the hem of the shirt as you walk into your bedroom, the cool fabric slipping between your fingertips.

Peering into the bedroom, you just sit and admire your boyfriend for a few seconds. It’s clear he’s going to go to sleep early. Despite it only being about 8:00 or so, he’s already shirtless and partially under the blankets. He’s lazily scrolling on his phone, a thousand-yard stare painting his eyes. And yet that bright, joyful smile hasn’t left his face. It’s more tired now. Much more gentle. Much less upturned. But there’s so much peace in his face. The faint magenta light that glows against his walls has painted his skin a beautiful mural of pinks and purples. He looks like something you’d find in a prodigy’s photography portfolio.

You take a deep breath and walk in, clambering on top of the mattress. Without a second of consideration, you lie face down on his torso. Resting the side of your face in the middle of his chest, you slip your arms under his back, holding him close to you. He’s smooth and warm, his typical gentle, warm smell filling your nose. You take a deep breathe, letting your lungs fill with him. 

Without a second’s hesitation, Chan rests one hand on your back and the other on the back of your head. He looks down and kisses your, his lips brushing ever so faintly across the top of your head.

“Why, hello there, my pretty baby.” He muses, his voice high and playful. He may be tired, but he’s overflowing with happiness at the mere sight of you. Being able to see, touch, smell you. Each sense activated is another damn bursting with golden light. 

Hi. You think. You don’t respond out loud. You want to. Really, you do. But there’s no energy. WIth the overstimulation fading away, all you can feel is how tired you are and how shitty you feel.

Chan strokes your head lightly with his fingertips, trying to lull you into a calmer state of mind. It’s working, thankfully, and he wants to make sure it stays working.

“You okay?” He asks you, his voice dropped to a whisper.

“Mm-mm.” You manage, unmoving beneath is soothing hands. 

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Mm-mm.” 

He sighs. You can’t see it, but he nods. 

“That’s okay.” He assures you. “You don’t need to if you don’t want to.” He kisses your head again, this time longer. He holds your head a bit firmer, pressing you into his lips. “I love you so much, my baby.” He sighs. 

With that, he doesn’t say anything else.

You stay like that for a while. The only sounds are the pitter-patter of an approaching storm against the window and the breaths of Chan beneath you. His warmth leaks into you, that golden love inside of him infecting you yet again. Sticky sweet honey that holds the two of you together. 

Each breath you take in unison, every small circle of fingertips on skin, all the tiny kisses you press into each other. With each and every miniscule act of love, you’re pulled closer together. Closer to each other’s souls, closer to sleep. 

Eventually, the overstimulation and anxiety has completely leached itself out of your body. His fingertips no longer feel like hands. You’re able to snuggle deeper into his chest, he’s able to hold you tighter. He buries his face in your hair as you bury yours in his skin. He smells good. He smells like home. 

Despite sleep dangling above your head like an anvil tied with twine, it’s yet to knock you out. Your eyes are shut, your body is still. Yet you still haven’t passed out. No matter if you have or not, it’s comfortable. It’s sweet. It’s safe.

After a half house of this wake-sleep silence, Chan speaks up again. His voice is raspy and deep, indicative of someone about to pass out themselves. Still, he doesn’t stop himself from speaking to you again.

“I know you had a bad day, and I want you to remember that tomorrow’s going to be better. Even if work is worse, I’ll be waiting right here when you get home. I promise. I’ll be waiting right here for you. I’ll always be here to make sure you’re alright. You’re the love of my life, Y/N. I can’t just let you feel like shit.” He takes a deep breath. “I love you, Y/N. Sweet dreams.”

He presses one final kiss onto your head, and as his lips leave your skin, you’re finally pulled under.

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[noellefan101]

Offline to Online

Summary: your boyfriend is a streamer, a popular one at that. this is a fic about: how their chat find out that you are dating, how they treat you off-stream and on-stream/do they treat you differently

Warnings: swearing, mentioning of death threats and killing(Scaramouche), streamer reader(Scaramouche), slight ooc, if there is anything else then pls tell me

Characters: Xiao, Childe, Venti, Scaramouche, Aether

Note: I am trying my best ok, and I'm kinda new to Tumblr, so if it isn't to your liking then leave, please./I´m sorry if you can´t understand what I´m writing, bc neither can I/. btw this is later than I originally intended bc it got deleted when I was almost DONE, like seriously. so I have like no motivation left now, yay :(

Xiao

How Chat Found Out: You two were roommates, or that´s what his chat thought anyways. Because you two lived together that was what you told them and most believed that so you thought it was fine/Xiao is shy and lied about you two dating when they asked, and then you just lied too cus you are the best(I mean that with my whole heart).

but one day when you were out with some of your friends, and Xiao was streaming at home with Zhongli(in this story Xiao´s adoptive father) some girl suddenly came up to you and started yelling at you because apparently you took her "boyfriend" away, you and your friends got confused and just let her be after, she had yelled at you for about 2 min. a little later you called Xiao and explained what happened. and after Xiao told you that Zhongli got asked about your relationship while he was gone to get some food, and he forgot that you were keeping it a secret and even showed some photos of you kissing. when you got home/to a guilty Zhongli and Xiao trying his best to comfort him/you both forgave him and then properly announced it the next day, so you don´t have to worry about anyone finding you out. . . because they already know.

On-Stream: he is very shy so its mostly something like your beside him, in the background or sometimes sitting in his lap. he doesn´t pay that much attention to you but only because he thinks it's embarrassing and that stuff. he will also become a tomato if you kiss him on-stream, even though he will despise you for an hour or so its worth it.

Off-Stream: he becomes less shy and pays more attention to you, he also blushes more at your closeness because he doesn´t feel like he has to hold back his emotions. why? well, he´s with you the most wonderful y/n in the whole world. so yeah he behaves differently when you two are alone, and not with hundreds of people watching you.

he loves you, but he´s not always good at showing it.

Childe

How Chat Found Out: honestly I think would just tell them I they asked, but weirdly no one did. maybe it was because they didn´t want to interfere, and thought it was inappropriate. or they didn´t want any of the lovesick fans ruining your relationship. but either way, there was definitely someone else in the house, because they could sometimes hear someone talking in another room, and sometimes post and pans, I guess they just didn´t say anything about it.

but then one of his friends brought up how you were doing because you were sick the last time they talked to him. and he said you were doing better and then the chat flipped out with messages like "Who the f**k is y/n", "are you dating that y/n person", bratty fan girls raging because how dare him and so on. he then talked about you for the next 30 min, and the other person in the call almost fell asleep by how much he talked, so the chat now knows a lot about you. . . maybe a little too much.

On-Stream: he talks a lot, he always does, but now there are more topics about you when he talks all day. example: what you ate today, a pretty outfit you wore this week, some new accessories he got you today, and yadda yadda. he also has you sit on his lap or beside him in your own chair. and ofc he kisses you at least once every stream.

Off-Stream: I would say that he´s not much different, but maybe a little, for example: lets you talk more and now listens more than he talks, kisses you more and is always touching you(not in a sexual way).

he loves you more than anything and is not afraid to show it.

Venti

How Chat Found Out: honestly I think they already knew since he does "drunk" streams-streams with alcohol-and there was always someone beside him: you. you decided you would be bedside him for his safety and to make sure he doesn´t do anything too dumb. you were out of frame, so they couldn´t really see you, but Venti sometimes talked to you so they knew what you sounded like, and saw your hands once or twice. and they adored you, and by the way he talked about you and looked at you he did too. So naturally they thought that you were dating/or related by blood but he was too lovestruck when he looked at you.

but yeah one stream he maybe drank a little too much, and he maybe began talking to you while forgetting that he was live and called you some rather. . . sweet names and then passed out, so you carried him out of his room to make him sleep a bit. when you suddenly remembered that you forgot to turn off the stream and you didn´t even turn off the camera. meanwhile, the chat was freaking out because you were so freaking pretty. so you went in and turned the stream off.

On-Stream: you now sat a little closer and people could see at least half your body, you also there in more streams and not just those containing alcohol. you two didn't give that much affection but you sometimes kissed him here and there.

Off-Stream: besides being closer and kissing more often then I don´t think there are any other differences in behavior other than ofc you spend more time together and not just beside each other.

he loves you a lot and also loves to show it.

Scaramouche

How Chat Found Out: well basically he got into an argument with Childe typical of him. you were in a collab with them and playing a multi-player game when they started arguing over something/you didn´t know what bc you tried to ignore them, so you didn´t get a headache/and it got so heated you had to mute them so you and your viewers didn´t hear all their screaming and send a message to Scara to tell you when they were done. Therefore you didn´t hear Scara yell "Well at least I'm not single" (I forgot to say that here Childe is single in this part, oh well) and everybody was shocked, they thought that Childe would be the one to get a partner first. so while Scara and Childe were still arguing, the viewers started discussing who would want to date were dating him, they didn´t find anybody though.

a few days later they finally asked him instead of speculating about it, and he/with a straight face/"Oh. . . me and y/n are dating, you didn´t know?" and let's just say that chat flipped out even more because wtf you dating HIM of all people

On-Stream: he doesn´t show any affection like at all, the only thing is you forcing him to let you sit in his lap. but no kissing, sweet talk or anything like that, nope just the same grumpy Scaramouche. he got a little annoyed when you kissed him once while he played with some friends but forgave you. Oh, and you also collab more with each other.

Off-Stream: he is definitely a lot nicer, and is kinda soft for you/but only for you/. And he doesn’t look like he wants to k!ll someone all the time or sending death threats to anybody, so at least that's one thing going for ya.

he loves you, no matter if you annoy him from time to time.

Aether

How Chat Found Out: he was in a collab with a few people (Lumine, Venti, Xiao...), and Lumine wanted to annoy Aether, it´s a sibling thing. and therefore she brought up a lot of... not the best topics to talk about on stream, and she also brought up the fact that someone is living with him/you/and how that person is just sooo sweet and pretty/handsome. (because of course she´s been over and already knows that you two are dating) so she teased him by telling him about how he should totally date you, to try and get him to reveal it to the viewers. yes she could have just told them, but this was more fun for her.

he knew what she was doing but didn´t give in until Venti (actual best annoying b!tch) started to do it too, which Lumine loved Aether... not so much. so he eventually gave in and told them that, yes he was dating someone, Xiao then asked who and Lumine made him admit that it was you/the person he`s currently living with/and chat wanted ANSWERS so they asked him stuff like, who were you, where did you meet, when did you meet, how do you look, can we see this y/n, and so on. he answered the best he could while venti and Xiao were also asking questions. he eventually called you in and asked if it was ok for people to see you, and you said yes. (you cannot say no, understand) so you showed your face and you trended on teyvats twitter.

On-Stream: he definitely has you around him almost all the time, like sitting on his lap, beside him, or having you do something of your own in the background, you're properly also there if he does any cooking streams, vlogs or hangouts.

Off-Stream: he´s still has you around him, but now you´re a lot closer. that´s his way to show more love freely instead of keeping it down. because there's tons of people looking at you all the time, and sometimes he doesn´t want to share you.

he loves you very much, and wants you to be there with him at all time.

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[heyheydidjaknow]

I am sick and I am tired but I finished this and that’s what matters. My years of reading this sort of thing have not helped me even a little and while I resent that I am choosing to still use this as a learning moment because you only get better with practice.

There’s sex in this. Just, FYI.

Sleep

Six months.

You looked yourself over in the mirror, smoothing out your clothes. It had been half a year since you had your first date with your boyfriend. The goings had been rough so far, admittedly; having a partner that was never home was a challenge and your friends had all but deemed him to be a figment of your imagination, but you were sure he was real because today was the day you were meant to pick him up from the airport, which was the twenty-sixth of April, six months exactly after that first date.

He was arriving in the afternoon this time after an especially long stretch of no communication—nearly two months-- and in celebration, you had made cake: yellow cake with chocolate buttercream. You had tried adding a “Happy 6 Months” on top, but you were stupid and put it on too early so all the icing melted into a barely legible mess, which was not unexpected but ultimately incredibly disappointing. You knew he would not care even a little bit; taste, after all, is the most important part of any cake, and it tasted like a good box cake, so who were you to say anything?

The drive was dreary—rain—but not unpleasant. There was something nice about it, refreshing; this was the smell of growth. You had grown, you would say, since when you first met; you were certainly more patient than you had been when you first got together, had read more books, had tried to see more things with more people. Ironically, it seemed that your social life had improved since the two of you had gotten together, and for that, you could not be happier. You missed him more than you would like to admit, had hugged pillows and reminisced and all that, but you were not resentful. He had a job. He was busy and important, and if you had to wait a bit to spend time with him, then you would happily embrace the anticipation.

You parked, ran inside. This was the terminal; this was the time. You were ready.

You did not see him, at first. You were looking for black hair; he was wearing a green beanie and a mask and a sweater. When he first approached you, moving usually fast, your first reaction had been to move out of his way before he grabbed your arm and started pulling you along. The first word out of his mouth was, “Walk.”

You looked back at the terminal, expecting someone to be following him. There was not. You followed. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” His grip tightened as the two of you began to walk closer in step. His voice was noticeably fragile. “Nothing. Just keep walking.”

You did. Taking the lead, the two of you made your way to the car.

He pulled off his mask as he sat down, face red. He shook out his hair, sniffed, rubbed his nose, stared down at his lap.

You did not start the car.

He folded his legs on the seat, wrapping his hands around his ankles. “How have you been?”

You glanced at him, almost nervous to look at him for too long. “Fine.” You leaned back in your seat as a car drove by. “What’s with the getup?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s warm out and you’re in a sweater and a beanie.”

He sniffed again. “It’s a style.”

“It’s a getup.”

He looked out the window. “It’s comfortable.”

You took the neckline of the sweater, gently tugging him towards you. He did not resist, head leaning against your shoulder as you pulled him into a one-armed hug. “You were crying. Why were you crying?”

He wrapped his arms around your neck, shifting so that he was leaning over the center console. “It’s nothing.” His voice was soft. “I promise, it’s nothing.”

He lied to you a lot. He was not particularly good at it, but he sure did try.

You leaned away from him, running your fingers through his hair—greasy—so it would go back to where it normally sat. “You don’t have to tell me right now.” You kissed him on the forehead, settling back into your seat. “Just know that if you need to, I’m here, alright?”

He folded his legs again, nodded. “I will.” He sniffed one last time, exhaled sharply, and looked back at you. “How have you been?”

“Same as always.” You started out of your spot. “My friends are starting to think you aren’t real, though.”

He snickered. “What a horrible thing to do, lie to your friends. How could you?”

“It’s hard to look at myself in the morning,” you sighed dramatically. “But we can’t all be saints, unfortunately.”

“Unfortunately.”

This sort of menial conversation went on for quite some time as the two of you caught back up to speed. He was oddly closed-lipped about it this time around. It was not atypical for him to skimp out on details regarding his work, but he usually at least told you the basics: the type of climate in which he was staying, how his room was, whether the food was any good, how Watari was doing. This was not for lack of interest; you tried to ask him at least enough so you could form a mental image of what he might have been up to, but whenever you asked his answers were frustratingly vague; what little you could tell is that his room was hot and the internet was spotty, which did not narrow where he was down.

The two of you got home. He dropped his bag by the door, and before you even had the chance to properly step inside, he was on you, arms wrapped around your waist and face in the crook of your neck.

You did not say anything, kicking the door closed and stroking his head. “What, miss me?”

He nodded silently, grip around you tightening.

“I made cake.” You nodded at the kitchen. “You want cake?”

He nodded again.

“The cake is in the kitchen,” you stressed. “Which means we need to walk to the kitchen.”

He let out a quiet groan.

You rolled your eyes. “It’s five steps, you big baby. You can do it.”

He did not move.

You sighed in inflated exasperation. “I can’t carry you, you know; you’re too heavy.”

“I love you.” His fingers gripped the back of your shirt, voice muffled. “I love you more than cake.”

You felt heat creep up your neck. “You do?”

He nodded. “I do. You’re warm.”

“You’re weird.” You furrowed your brow. “Are you sick or something?”

“No.” You felt him smile. “You might be, though; you feel like you have a fever.”

Your voice raised. “You be quiet.” You huffed. “And here I was, making a cake in the early morning like a psychopath for you. You suck.”

“Not yet I don’t.”

“Shut up or I go without you.”

Reluctantly, he pulled away letting you actually enter the apartment before locking the door. “You’re very cold today.” He wrapped his arms around your arm, offering you more mobility.

“I’m not.” You headed to the kitchen. “You’re just weirdly touchy. When was the last time you slept?”

He considered it. “A week ago.”

You took a knife from a drawer. “And the last time you had real food?”

“A month ago.” He rubbed the side of his calf with his foot. “I had a stick of beef jerky and a bag of spicy chips to give myself a break as you told me.”

You put the knife back. “Alright, here’s the game plan: we’re gonna get you fed and watered and we’ll just turn in early. Deal?”

He scratched the back of his head, eyes unfocused. “I won’t sleep.”

“Bullshit.” You smiled, proud of yourself for knowing. “You only last a week at a time maximum; you’ll collapse any minute now.”

“I won’t,” he repeated calmly. “I haven’t slept properly for six weeks.”

Your stomach dropped. “Why?”

He sighed, reaching with one hand for the refrigerator. “Lots of reasons.” He pulled out a container, looked it over, put it back. “I dislike sleep at the best of times; I actively avoid it, as a matter of fact.”

You closed your eyes, reminding yourself that, despite all facts suggesting the contrary, your boyfriend was an adult capable of making his own decisions about his health and that you had no right to yell at him about he chose to live his life. You took a deep breath. “Why do you dislike sleep?”

He paused. “I’m not sure how to explain.” He was not typically this picky with what he ate; he seemed to be looking for something specific. “I am what you might call a somniphobe.”

You were unsure that was a real word. “Why would you fear sleep?”

“A lack of awareness of my surroundings, sleep paralysis, dying in my sleep, nightmares.” He set his desired container on the counter: a container of something you had made a few nights ago. “Mostly just nightmares; unfortunately, I have a good memory, so my dreams are vivid.”

“Fun.”

“That’s certainly an adjective.” He stuck the container in the microwave. “So, for about twenty-five hours at a time every week or so— that is to say, when I am forced to sleep— I am in hell. While typically I can stand sleep, because of work-related matters, my night terrors have gotten worse, so sleep has become unbearable, and because sleep is unbearable, I don’t sleep.”

“So you’re just in a great head space.”

He smiled tiredly. “In all fairness, I doubt sleeping in the same position as I work helps.”

“Probably not,” you agreed. “As someone he cares about you, this is incredibly troubling, for the record.”

“I can only imagine.”

You swallowed. “Have you tried exercising before you sleep?”

He let go of you to grab his food. “Let me put it to you this way.” He grabbed a fork. “Remember how I picked you up at the fair the one time?”

You nodded.

He took a bite, speaking behind his hand. “My job is almost entirely sedentary. The reason I am as strong as I am is that I have taught myself various martial arts in my spare time.” He swallowed. “Tasers are typically more effective than martial arts in close quarter situations and I certainly don’t need to know more than one form. Before I met you—even during our relationship, while you were asleep—if I had any energy in my body after work, I tried working it out of me. Still, I had night terrors.” He took another bite. “I have tried just about every medication on the market and then some; they also have not helped with night terrors. I have, over the years, bought enough therapeutic tea to last the rest of my life, and even then, I can’t fall asleep comfortably. I doubt there is anything that I could feasibly do apart from physically knock myself out to avoid it.” He shrugged at your horrified expression. “It’s unfortunate, but it’s an inevitability; it’s not something to worry about.”

You laughed incredulously. “Oh, I think it should be.” You rubbed your eyes with the heels of your palms. “For fuck’s sake—how long was it gonna take for you to tell me?”

“I wasn’t planning on telling you at all.” He was going through the container fast. “I was planning on abandoning the possibility of sleeping peacefully until I die.”

You took another deep breath. “Love,” you sighed, lips twitching into a smile, “I hope you know that some of the things you say take years off my life.”

“Hence my not wanting to tell you.” He swallowed his last bite of food, setting the container on the counter. “Again, it’s not anything to concern yourself about; unless you have a suggestion for a more effective way to force my body asleep, there’s no use worrying about things you can’t change.”

“I—” You paused, a thought occurring. It was a stupid idea. You knew it was a stupid idea when you thought of it; you sincerely doubted he had not tried it. Still, you considered it an option worth considering if nothing else was working.

He grabbed your arm again, pulling himself to your side. “Please, don’t worry about it.” He kissed your shoulder.

Your hands dropped to your side, face warming. “I have a theory.”

“Hm?”

You looked down at your feet. “The things you just listed—exercise, candles, drugs—is it possible they don’t work because you’re actively thinking about sleep?”

He chewed at his fingernails absentmindedly. “Elaborate.”

“Well,” you continued, “typically it’s harder to sleep when you’re thinking about sleeping. Sleep isn’t an activity; sleep is a state of relaxation your body reaches. It’s why people who are stressed all the time have hard times sleeping, because they are actively thinking about things, including sleep, which keeps them from reaching that state.”

“Sure.” He wiped his hand on his pants.

“Well, you think a lot.”

“Astute observation.”

You ignored him. “If you’re thinking a lot and doing a lot of things to compare methods to get yourself to sleep, you’re going to have a hard time sleeping, since instead of relaxing yourself, you’re making it work.” You twisted a bit of hair around your finger. “So, if we wanted to find a way to make sleep easier for you, it would make sense that the solution would be to find an activity that forces you to release a lot of energy while actively taking your mind off of sleep, something that necessitates being present and not thinking about much else.”

“Such as?”

You cleared your throat, shifting a bit on the spot. “Well,” your voice lowered, “sex would probably work.”

He did not respond.

“Love?”

Still nothing.

You waved a hand in front of his face, trying your best to play this cool. “Love?”

“Hm?” He looked over at you, blinking as if he had been broken out of a trance. “Sorry; lost in thought.” He took a step away from you, face growing noticeably redder. “I don’t think I quite caught that last part; could you repeat yourself?”

You looked back down at your feet. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” You kicked the floor. “It’s just an idea. When I feel stressed or I can’t keep my head straight, I know masturbating usually helps, so I figured—you look like you’re going to pass out.”

He leaned against the counter as a novice roller-skater might the wall of the rink. “I don’t know what you are referring to.” He turned in your direction. “I—yebat, I…” He paused, took a breath. “I just… I believe this is the first time I have been propositioned for sex.” He laughed, anxious. “You know, when you see other people do it— handle these sorts of situations, I mean—you think that those who do not act particularly gracefully are just generally obtuse. This is likely due to the tendency of audiences to respect and flock towards men who are suave as opposed to those who are not. Unfortunately, it appears that I belong to the latter camp.”

You grabbed his discarded container, disposing of it properly. “You don’t have to agree, you know.” You were sure your attempt to seem confident was quickly failing. “I just—well, I figured it was worth throwing out. I just wanted to give it as an option.”

“I know.” He scratched at his neck. “I know that you have no intention of pressuring me. Words are just failing me is all.”

You nodded. “I get that.” You laughed, flustered. “I don’t usually proposition people for sex; I’m sorry if I did a bad job.”

He was quick to refute you. “You did an excellent job, given the circumstances. You are handling this situation much better than I am, which is a low bar to clear, but a bar nonetheless.”

You sighed. “How about we just agree that we both kinda suck at this?”

He was almost indignant. “No. We are doing fine at this.” He stood up properly. “We are just inexperienced; with practice, we will be able to handle the transition from general conversation to sex smoother.”

You gave an enthusiastic thumbs up. “Love the energy.” You could practically feel steam coming out of your ears. “So, we’re doing this?”

“If all of this talk has not put you off, Ii sure would like to.”

“It has not.”

“Then yes, we are doing this.”

You looked around. “What, in here?”

He stuck his hands in his pockets. “Probably not. If the end goal is to fall asleep it makes more sense to do this in the living area or the bedroom.”

“Dope.” You nodded, holding your hand out for him. “You’ve never been in my room, have you?”

“I have not.” He took it. “I have also not slept in a bed since I was seven; I apologize if I turn out to be a bad bed-mate.”

You pulled him along behind you. “Do you kick in your sleep?”

“No.”

“Then you’re fine.” You pushed the door open. Your room was certainly a room in which you slept. It was, admittedly, not as tidy as it could be, seeing as you had not been expecting visitors, but it was your room, decorated how you chose, warm, cozy, and respectable for those traits exclusively. You gestured to it with your free hand, pulling him over the threshold without much fanfare. “The bed.” You let go of his hand, walking back to shut and lock the door. “Make yourself at home. I’d offer you a drink, but I think that comes after.”

He just stood there in the center of the room. He had that look on his face again, the one he used on you when the two of you first met; cold eyes scrutinized every surface of the space, studying everything from whatever you had hanging on the walls to the bedspread.

A different sort of embarrassment spread through you than the one you had been experiencing before. “It’s not that bad.”

He glanced back at you. “I never said it was bad.” He took one last look around the room. “You can tell a lot about a person from how they keep their room. Your room is very fitting; I like it.”

“Oh.” You nodded, taking a step away from the door. “Then thanks, I guess. You can sit down, you know.”

“Sit down?” He blinked. “Sex. We’re here because we’re going to have sex.”

You nodded, sitting down on the bed. “We are.” You patted the spot next to you, straightening your back. “Sit.”

He did.

“Alright.” You set your hands on your knees. “I’ll admit, I’m not the most sexually experienced person in the world, so bear with me here.”

“Neither am I.”

“Figures. Are you a virgin?”

“I am not.” He looked down at his hands. “Admittedly, my first sexual experience was not particularly romantic—I did it for the sake of it— but I think I am generally familiar with the mechanics of it.”

“Cool.” You nodded, wanting to die. “Cool.”

There was an awkward pause between the two of you. For once, at least, you were sure the both of you felt it.

He turned to face you properly. “Am I allowed to touch you?”

You raised your eyebrows at him.

“Consent is important.”

You swallowed, nodded. “Yes, you can touch me.”

He scooched over to you. Tentatively, he took your face in his hands, rubbing his thumbs along your cheekbones. “Your skin is soft,” he noted conversationally.

You snorted.

He cocked his head to the side, turning your head so he could more easily see your jaw. “Is something wrong?”

“No,” you smiled, tension melting away. This was ridiculous. “It’s just that I think you’re the first guy I’ve been with who’s given me a free physical.”

He looked up at you through his eyelashes. “I’m not giving you a physical,” he explained. “I’m planning.”

“Planning what?”

“Nothing in particular.” He brought your head back to its original position. “But according to you, the purpose of this exercise is to get me to focus on something besides my work and besides sleep. You can at least let me plan.”

You put your hands up. “Look, I’m not complaining about you being thorough.” You leaned into his touch. “It’s one of your better qualities, I think.”

He focused back on your face. “Is that what you see in me? My tendency to be thorough?”

“Stupid question.” You held your hands behind your back, letting him analyze you for once. “I think you’re great whether you’re thorough or not.”

He stared at you. “Then what do you see in me, exactly?”

“I think you’re beautiful.” You met his eyes. “And I love how your mind works. You make me happy, and that’s all I could want in a lover.”

He kept eye contact. “Is that all?”

“It is.”

It took him a second to process what you said. When he spoke again, it was slow, deliberate, as if he were struggling to come up with the words. “May I kiss you?”

You nodded. “You may.”

He was gentle. From the way he was moving, you doubted it was for your benefit; you could feel the slight tremor of his hands as he moved his lips to yours, how he practically melted against you. You propped yourself up with your arm, using your free hand to grip the front of his shirt loosely. From where you sat, it was, for once, abundantly clear that this was his first proper kiss.

He pulled away first, eyelids drooping. “I think,” he breathed, sounding almost drunk, “that your theory has legs.”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around him and pulling you two both down on the bed. You rolled on top of him, arms caging him in. “You think?”

He smiled, and for once, you could identify the look on his face: adoration. “I do.”

You pressed your lips back against him, unable to hold back your smile at the way he wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you even closer. As the two of you finally fell into a rhythm—albeit not without fumbling and apologies and awkward laughs—you felt your moods shift from giddy excitement to a slowly growing hunger. You pressed further down into him, letting him clutch at your shirt as you slid a knee between his legs, eliciting a quiet gasp as you ground it into him.

Abruptly, he pulled away, eyes wide. “Wait.”

You froze, breathing heavily. “Yeah?”

He sat up, you coming with him. He took a moment to breathe. “Protection. STDs, STIs. Do you have a condom?”

You blinked. “Oh. Right.” You nodded, climbing off the bed and stumbling to the door. “I’ll be right back.”

He watched you leave from the bed, chest pounding. He fiddled with his shirt, looking back around the room, eyes settling on a mirror. He stood up, walked over to it, checked his reflection. He looked about the same as he expected: half dead with just a bit more color than what was typical. He pushed the hair out of his face as if that would make him look any less like a slightly more healthy corpse. In the past, even when he was a teenager, he had never been particularly bothered by how he looked; he rarely left hotel rooms long enough to care, and when he did leave the house it was never intending to impress. Still, here he was, in your room, nitpicking over an appearance that you were clearly not repulsed by if your enthusiasm was any indication because of an otherwise nonexistent insecurity. He supposed this was a sign of growth. It was typical for men his age to be insecure about their appearances; this was just the first time he had personally experienced it. If he were anyone else, he supposed that fixing the issues that he was observing— a lack of muscle mass, greasy hair he had not cut for years, dark circles under his eyes— could be remedied with a changing of lifestyles. This would imply, however, that the maintenance of such a lifestyle would be possible for him which, given how he had the impulse control and discipline of a toddler, was just about impossible. This would also imply that making an effort to take time to invest in something as objectively meaningless as his appearance was at all reasonable, which was ridiculous to think, and that he cared any more about the relationship than he already did, which he was adamantly against for pettiness’s sake.

Not that any of it mattered. At the end of the day, even if he were the most attractive man on the planet it would not make up for all of his other shortcomings. A more attractive man with a profession less likely to get you killed by a sadistic monster with the drive to murder everyone he ever loved— however useless that drive may be, given the circumstances— would come along and sweep you off your feet and so long as he treated you well that was fine by him. Still, he wished he had better odds than he did.

He just about had a heart attack when you came back in, lost in thought. “Alright, so I brought five.” You held up the packages, tossed them onto the bed. “We probably don’t need five but I figured better safe than— what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He took a step back as if guilty of something, hair falling back over his face. He cleared his throat, sticking his hands back into his pockets, unusually nervous. “Five is a lot.”

You nodded, starting to fiddle with the buttons on your shirt. “I know. Again, preparedness.” You glanced from the mirror to him and back. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you use a mirror.”

He looked down at his feet. “I don’t have much use for them.”

You made an active effort to not make this situation any more awkward than necessary, fingers making easy work of your top. “And why’s that?”

“I don’t leave the house much. There—“ He looked back up to see you, paused for a second to look at your chest, realized what he was doing, looked back down, and carried on with his sentence, face reddening again. “There isn’t much use in looking good if you aren’t leaving the house.”

You considered it. “That makes sense I guess.” You shrugged, unbuttoning your shorts. “I guess it depends on the kind of person you are. Do you own a mirror?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t leave the house much.”

You leaned down slightly to get yourself into his frame of vision. “You can look at me, you know.”

He scratched at his hair. “See, logically, I know that, but illogically, I’m worried about looking like a pervert to someone who just took their clothes off in front of me.”

You could not hold back your grin. “What does that make me, then?”

“What do you mean?”

“If you’re a pervert,” you repeated, taking a step towards him, “what does that make me?”

He stared at the ground, trying to come up with an answer. “Reasonable,” he decided.

“Mhm.” You held your hands behind your back, eyes softening. For someone so obviously capable, there was something nice about seeing him so obviously unsure of himself. He was, by your count, only inexperienced with two things; you were hardly about to complain about him being bad at something else. Still, you made an effort to be gentle. “You know, we don’t have to do this.” You took another step towards him. “I mean, the plan is obviously working, but that doesn’t mean we have to go all the way. You’re allowed to call it off whenever.”

He tugged at his shirt collar absently. “I know.”

“Do you want to?”

“No.”

“Alright.” You kept your voice soft. “Are you okay with seeing me like this, then?”

“I am.”

You reached forward, tilting his head up to look at you.

This look, you were unfamiliar with. It was not the same as his typical clinical stare, but they were not necessarily unrelated. The only difference was that this look was a bit warmer and a bit softer, the intent not to dissect and analyze, but to memorize, to drink in. Oddly enough, he did not look as lustful as he did fascinated, as if you were a piece of fine art as opposed to a sexual partner. The way you felt under his eyes, too, was not dissimilar to how you felt typically— nervous at the attention, slightly off balance from the intensity of it all— only now you felt as if you understood the intention for the most part, less like a creature to be dismembered and more like a painting on display.

You stepped back. You raise your arms, giving him a little spin to give him a full look at your body. “Like what you see?”

He did not respond, only taking your hands and gently tugging you closer to him, your chests pressing against one another. He wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you into a tooth-achingly sweet embrace.

You responded in kind, linking your hands together behind his back. “So.”

His voice was muffled. “So.”

You leaned closer to his ear. “How do you want me?”

He seemed to seriously consider it. “On top,” he decided. “If I fall asleep, then I won’t fall on you, and there’s a higher likelihood of me hurting you than you hurting me.”

You rolled your eyes, words teasing. “Sound logic. I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

“Would you rather I crush you?”

You sighed contemplatively. “I mean, yeah, but not today. Another time.” You kissed him on the cheek, letting go of him. “Well, lie down; I can’t ride you standing up.”

He started unbuttoning his pants, the subtle tremble in his fingers not lost on you despite his general outward indifference. “For someone so quick to mock rational thinking you are very frank about this.”

“Would you rather I not be?” You waved it off, deciding that staring at his crotch was probably not the most polite thing you could do for the poor man. “I could make a big thing of it, but then I’d be setting a precedent that, honestly, I don’t want to set.”

“Sound logic,” he repeated back to you, stepping out of his jeans. “Wouldn’t expect anything less.”

You crossed your arms, looking up at the ceiling in an entirely hypocritical show of modesty. “I didn’t say I was any better.”

“No, you implied it.” He sat down on the bed, crisscrossing his legs on the mattress. “I have a proposal.”

You straddled him, sitting down on his lap before reaching for a condom. “Listening.”

You were genuinely impressed by how matter-of-fact he kept his tone. “Seeing as I am likely much more sensitive than you are, I would like to suggest that I make you orgasm before we proceed.”

You swallowed. “Interesting. How?”

“I’m fairly dexterous and I have long fingers.” He looked over your shoulder. “This will also make what comes after easier, I suspect.”

You were conscious of how eager you sounded. “Can't argue with that.”

He picked you off his lap, setting you on the edge of the bed before kneeling on the floor in front of you.

He approached this task the same way he approached just about every task you had ever seen him handle, i.e. via a faithful use of the scientific method. His actions, to you, were unusually coordinated, running his hands along your skin and applying controlled pressure to certain areas, and taking mental note of how you reacted. He only took about thirty seconds on any specific method, constantly changing locations and patterns and speeds to find what worked for you, and when he found out what did work— which took him about two minutes of fiddling on his end and two minutes of quiet reassurance on your part— it took you an embarrassingly short amount of time for you to unravel, balling the sheets under you as he adjusted, took note, adjusted again. Your high came fast and surprisingly hard, and from his quietly satisfied expression— the same you would expect from him if he had solved a particularly difficult puzzle— you had to wonder if he had studied beforehand.

As you struggled to remember how to think, he pressed a kiss against your thigh, standing up and sitting down next to you. Curiously, he looked at the hand he had used, now covered in a mortifyingly thick layer of your drippings, and brought it to his mouth. He tasted it, paused, considered it. “Salty,” he decided. “Not overwhelmingly so, but it’s a distinctive taste.”

“Oh.” From the way the blood was rushing to your face, you considered if, between the two of you, he was the least prepared one. “Well, ain't that something.”

He glanced over at you innocently, continuing to clean his hand. “Oh, are you worn out already?”

You glared at him, heart still racing. “Fuck you.”

He wiped the excess off on his pants. “That is the next order of business, isn’t it?” He scooped you up, setting you back down on his lap. “Like this, right?”

Shaky hands gripped the front of his shirt. “Lean back on the pillow so if you fall asleep, then you don’t wake up with a bad back.”

He smiled. “You’re seriously concerned about me getting a bad back from that of all things?”

“Don’t make me drag you.”

He sighed, moving the two of you back and onto the bed, you still solidly on his lap. Carefully, clumsily, you tore the wrapper. Your hand reached down to fish his dick from his boxers.

You paused. “Huh.”

He shut his eyes. “What?”

“It’s bigger than I expected.”

His face reddened. “Should I take that as an insult?”

“No,” you backtracked quickly, pulling the wrapper open, “but your diet isn’t the best so I just figured it wouldn't be very big.”

“Penis size is genetic.” He looked over at one of the walls, the back of his hand laid over his mouth. “While lifestyle has some impact on its size, unless we’re talking about malnutrition, what matters is testosterone levels, and while that is something that—“

You slid the condom on in one move of your hand.

The man under you let out a gasp, shutting him up for the first time in your recent memory.

You smiled, kissing him on the forehead. “That’s all very interesting,” you purred, “but let’s save the biology lesson for after we get you to sleep, alright?”

His voiced raised an octave. “Alright.”

“Good boy.” You sat back up, placing your hands on his chest. “Are you all settled in?”

He closed his eyes“Mhm.”

“Okay.” You swallowed, reaching back with one hand to line yourself up with him. “Ready?”

After a few seconds, he nodded.

It was slow work, sliding down onto him. You had completely overestimated your capacity for this sort of thing; your attempt to just take it was impeded by your inability to stretch that far, and while you were stuck trying to take slow, even breaths and relax enough to get his appendage info you at all, your normally much more level headed partner appeared to be having a significantly harder time than you were, and though his voice was low— a problem not helped by his covered mouth— you did catch a couple of adjectives, “warm” being the most prolific.

He lasted a shocking amount of time. It was not enough time for you to get into it, but from how he was acting before you assumed he would barely go for a minute.

The first thing out of his mouth after you climbed off of him was an apology. “I am proving to be a horrible partner.” He rolled over, watching with unusually bleary eyes as you cleaned up. “I promise that I will make an effort to be better at this sort of thing in the future.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You picked your clothes off the floor, tossing them in a pile to be washed. “You got me off before; you’ve got nothing to apologize for.”

“In your opinion.”

You stretched your arms above your head. “My opinion is that one that matters.” You sighed, smiled. “Besides, I don’t care. I like you whether or not you’re good at sex.”

His legs curled up towards his chest, not unlike how he sat usually. “That’s how marriages end,” he pointed out. “Small things build up over time.”

You sat down on the bed, crawling over him to where you usually slept. “I will remind you that we are not married.” You slid under the covers, facing his back. “So, until we are, I wouldn’t worry about it.”

He rolled over to face you, a fair distance away. “I would rather worry about that than most of the things I worry about.” He cleared his throat. “But worry in general wouldn’t help, I suppose. When under long periods of stress bodies tend to produce increased levels of the hormone cortisol which decreases libido, so if I were to hypothetically stress out about it I would probably only be exacerbating the problem. Not to say that I still won’t, but that’s an aspect of this worth considering.”

You reached over, cupping his cheek in your hand. “I only slightly understand the words that you’re saying because I’m tired but I want you to know that I love you regardless.”

His face warmed under your fingers. “That’s good. I would hope that this far into our relationship you would be at least somewhat fond of me.”

Your eyes slid shut. “I am somewhat fond of you, yeah.” You relaxed into the bed, ignoring the fact that it was probably barely sunset outside. “I hope I’ve been pretty clear about that.”

He watched you. “You have been.”

“That’s good.”

He nodded, taking your hand gently and holding it under his against the mattress. His thumb gently traced the back of your hand. “I think so too.”

You fell asleep before he did. That was fine. It was soothing in the same way the sound of rain or the ocean was soothing, watching as your chest rose and fell in a soft, slow, vaguely regular rhythm. Your breathing, he noted thankfully, stayed fairly even over the course of his brief observation. You were sleeping soundly.

He did eventually fall asleep. It took a longer time than usual, having to choose to fall asleep as opposed to pushing himself to stay awake for another hour or two or twenty, but he did manage to at least doze off. There was an advantage to sleeping next to you, he found; there was something comforting about being able to immediately confirm that his nightmares were just nightmares, to be able to squeeze your hand and remind himself that you were still a living, breathing person with a pulse as opposed to a mutilated corpse. This did not dispel all of the possible tortures his mind was fond of coming up with— his more ingrained memories still made their usual appearances— but at least there was something to ground him in reality.

He fell asleep of his own volition, at least. That was a start.

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[kodamaghost00]

Can you do 30 headcanons for Sundrop?

30 Sun/Sundrop Headcanons

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This post will contain: NSFW,Sfw,Fluff,Smut

It’s also Genderless for the girls,gays and theys! You are a Technician in these scenarios!

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Let’s begin!

His favorite nickname for you is “Sunshine!” but he calls you every nickname that he can find.

He always talks super eccentric wich leads you to misunderstanding him often.

In the after hours of the Pizzaplex he pins all the drawings that kids made for him on the walls in his room.

He’ll randomly pick you up and treat you like a toddler, just to mess with you.

He’s usually not roaming free in the Pizzaplex but when he’s concerned about you he’ll storm out within minutes.

He’s a desperate dude. He would beg just to let him fuck you. Just drooling over you and your perfect figure praising you every minute.

He can handle various types of kids who are different than others. He knows ASL and has bells around his wrist so the blind kids hear him.

He learns the names and interests from kids who are regularly with him.

He has a lot of stamina. Like. A LOT. So he can go on for hours and hours.

His head spikes spin when he cums, but he always puts his head behind though, so he won’t hurt you accidentally. “F-Fuck sunshine~ This is amazing!”

He loves making puppet shows for the little ones! And sometimes he’ll ask you to join him to make them more human and interesting to look at.

When the kids leave he’s usually very alone. Cleaning the daycare or searching for you to accompany him.

He’s a fan of Karaoke but he doesn’t want people to hear his voice.

One time you came into the daycare in the after hours to search for sun. His monthly maintenance was due but he was nowhere to be found.

It’s weird since he’s always on time. You look through the whole daycare but he wasn’t there. So you go to his room and look over it. And there he is bawled up in the corner.

“Sun? What’s up dear?” you asked gently knowing that he needs you right now. “Sunshine?! Oh… I’m so so sorry that you have to see me this way again.” He said in a super sad tone while looking on the ground. “Don’t worry Sunny. You know you can tell me everything…” He looks up at you with hope.

“Oh… I… uhm… the parents were talking about me again.” He continued to tell you how the parents were talking bad about him. It broke your heart. You sat down beside him and hug his slim build. “You’re the best Sun. Don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise.” You give him a reassuring smile and you guys hug for a long time.

His love language is Acts of Service. He appreciates everything you do for him, even if it’s something small like leaving a sticky note for him.

He apologizes a lot too. Even for stuff that isn’t in his power.

He likes dancing with you. No matter if it’s more partying or if it’s more of a slow dance. “Come here sunshine. Let’s enjoy this moment…”

He’s not only programmed to entertain children but also to educate them. He has a wide range of languages and can count up to 100.

His dick is basically a tentacle. It’s twisted with moons part wich makes it even better to play with.

He has ADHD and uses stimming toys to calm himself. His favorite are the fidget cubes. He also got really sad that fidget spinners didn’t trend anymore.

Sometimes he wishes to be only one animatronic instead of two. After all Moon gets to spend all night with you and he doesn’t.

Every time the younger kids are explaining new memes to him he doesn’t understand. “Oh! What you drawing there small one?? What’s that? A skibidi Toilette…? That sounds disturbing…” You pat him on the shoulder. “Yeah no one gets what they like about…. That.” You say with a slight disgust on your face.

He also wished he could be more comfortable. His metal build isn’t really good for comforting the kiddos. He asked you a bunch of times if you can change something against that but you can’t due to the strict guidelines for him.

He tries to get into your special interests. Asking a bunch of questions so you know he’s interested in your life.

He’d be a switch with a bottom preference. He loves getting touched by you. But he also loves seeing you desperate.

One time you asked him if he still loved you. That man looked at you with the most shocked expression ever and just hugged you.

He hugged you and said “Oh Y/N… my sunshine… you’re the best thing that ever happened to me! I love you with all my body, heart and soul!” You guys just stand there holding each other for a very long time

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[arminsumi]

Drabble | Eren always making you perfect coffee

Just thinking about Eren being secretly excited each time you visit the cafe he works at, and how he'd always make your coffee with special care. You think he's not interested, but he lives for the days you sit by the barista bar and sip the coffee he made.

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There's a tiny cafe near your apartment that's run by Erwin Smith. You visit after classes and on Sundays to study; you never notice, because he was surreptitious about it, but Eren would steal glances of you while you sipped the coffee he made. To you, he was very intimidating, even with that cute apron; he had heavy eyes paired with a tall frame, and a very self-assured demeanor. So all you ever managed to get out was a squeaky "Thank you!" when he gave you your coffee. But even that was enough to warm his chest. He felt the slightest boost to his ego each time you told him how good his coffee was and that no one else makes it like he does. Even after tiring shifts, when you'd come by the cafe and place your usual order, Eren would recompose himself and pour the hot water over the coffee with the utmost care and slowness almost like he was a professional at work. But he was just a college kid like you, no expertise in coffee making or anything. The second you turn away from the barista bar, coffee in hand, Eren presses his lips together to hide his smile. He can't help it; he's just overly excited to see you. Although... he's too reserved to ask you out, like his best friend has been urging him to do.

Having coffee while I write this!

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[moonlightpirate]

Masterlist

This is getting long so time for the keep reading cut!!!!

Return to The Madding Crowd

Chapter 1: The Storm

Chapter 2: A Fall Day

Chapter 3: To Love or Not to Love

Chapter 4: Proper Lady

Chapter 5: The Letters

Chapter 6: The Wedding Ball

Law of Destiny

Chapter 1: Stuck in Cintra

Chapter 2: The Journey Home

Chapter 3: Wide Awake

Chapter 4: Love and Dreams

Chapter 5: Damsel in Distress

Joey Batey and Jaskier

Secret Worlds series

The necklace

Together again

Dancing Under The Stars

Inkpot Gods

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Meeting the Lettenhoves

That Unwanted Animal

Part two Meeting the Lettenhoves

Adam Warlock

Goldilocks

Chapter 1: Thunderstruck

Valentines Day One Shots

Someone To Say

Madly

West Side Story

Somethings Coming

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[theyanderespecialist]

The Doctor And His Snake, Bond (Scenario) SCP 049 X Snake SCP Reader

[Hello My Sexy Muffins I am here with a new chapter, and this chapter is a request that is damn near a year old off of Archive of our own. So here it is at long last. I did not know what type of snake-like reader the person wanted so I went with something like a naga but full-body snake. So the upper half is not just a human body but is a human shape with arms and such but scales cover its whole body. Snake eyes and tongue and such. Only hair and upper body shape are human really and nose and such Please enjoy this chapter here all my sexy muffins!]

(SCP 049's POV) (Bonding In Breach)

I was walking through the halls during a breach to see someone I wanted to know more about. They were a snake-like creature, they had been here for some time. I have feelings for them. They had no gender so they were hard for me to understand fully. I wanted to court them. To make them mine. I did not know how to tell them how I felt. I was able to get several rats for them to eat. A nice meal for them. I hold the cage as I walk. I make it to their cell they are under the large heat lamp on the rock enclosure.

They lift their head up and look at me. Their tongue tastes the air as I walk in.

"Hello, Darling." I say and set the cage down.

"You brought me a treat?" they ask hesitantly.

"Yes I did, I know they've been restricting your food. So I brought some Rats for you to eat."

"You are too good for me." They chuckle. "So what do you want to talk about today doctor?"

"What was your life like in your old home?" I ask and hand a squirming rat to them they swallow it whole.

"It was much better than this, I was free to hunt and soak up the real sun, I miss the real sun, I hate this fake sun but need it or I could die." They complain. "Though I did get to meet you. So it is not the end of the world."

I felt my cheeks heat up under my mask. Did they really mean that to me? They then grab my hand and pull me on their rock with them. Wrapping their lower body around me. A rattling noise from their tale.

"Just stay here with me and let me hold you." They tell me and wrap their arms around me.

I knew they are bonding with me. I did not know this would go so well so soon. I smile. This proves that they feel the same. That we were meant to be. They Are MY Sweet snake and I am the only one who can be with them like this. Forever.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS it was sweet and soft, I hope you all enjoyed this and stay sexy all of sexy my muffins!]

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