#my stupid heart is pounding rn

[astral-catastrophe]

huh

#Well now I feel stupid #Bc I have been off and on asleep for the last ten hours #And waking up rn i just woke up from a highly disturbing dream #Like my hands are still shaky and my heart is pounding #Fml aaa that was awful awful awful

[adams-angels]

Talk to me

Adam X f!reader

🎸I hope I do you all justice. Don't be mad if this isn't very good. I generally am not very good!🎶

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This isn't the first time you and Adam argued. It sure as hell won't be the last but today was a little different.

It's started off fine. You were at Adams apartment for the weekend. You made him breakfast, he showered you in kissed, shared a bit of banter... And that's where it went wrong. You said something which made Adam say something unexpected and worse. So an argument ensured. It ended when Adam had been called into work.

The last thing you said was "fine, I won't say anything ever again." It was petty! You were being petty. It's not like you hadn't said it before but you always did speak again, of course you did! But no. Today was different. You were keeping to your word.

Adam got ready to leave. "Okay. I'm going now." You looked up and nodded. Not even a kiss goodbye was had. He left the apartment scowling while you stayed up and sulked.

As the day went on her texted you. "Ugh, work is so dumb. Idk y they even wanted me in 🙄" you picked up your phone and read it. You made sure to read it. So he would see that you saw it. Petty.

Now you know Adam. You know Adam needs attention 24/7. Even if you're not together you need to text him back. You need to make sure he knows you're still there. You're still his.

So of course he saw the read receipt. He knows you have your phone in your hand. "What are you ignoring me?" Read. "Don't be so pathetic." Read. "Why are you doing this?" Read. "whatever! You think I care?! I'm FUCKING ADAM! I'M THE FUCKING DICK MASTER! I DON'T NEED YOU!" Read. "ANSWER ME?!" Read. "Haha, check out this meme." Read. "Please say something." Read.

You had him reeling. His trust issues taking over his mind. What if you've left him? What if fucking Lucifer's got his tiny ass claws into you?! "NO!" His wings flare, he charges towards the nearest window and takes flight. He can't stand you ignoring him. He can't stand the thought of you leaving him.

He lands on his apartments balcony, you're not in the livingroom. His heart pounds in his chest. Opening the sliding door he enters his apartment. A very broken "hello?" Escapes his lips. No response. The silence is too much.

He explores his apartment, a bead of sweat forming on his temple. "Y/N?" He heads towards his bedroom and there you are. Lying in bed. You're not asleep, you're on your phone, still ignoring him. You could of swore you heard a sigh of relief. It doesn't take long before he's back to his arrogant self. "What up sugartits? Still not talking?" That cocky smirk fills his mask.

He hops into bed next to you. You glance up at him, that stupid smile. "What? I didn't do anything, babe. C'mon, why don't you just say something?" You respond with a glare. He sits up, his smile waivered slightly at your resistance. He brings himself close to your ear, placing a hand on your shoulder. "I know how to get you to talk."

His hand slides down your arm, to your waist then your thighs. You know where this is going. With no resistance from you he moves one of your legs, spreading them. His fingers trace along your pantie line, just to tease you. You can feel your face flushing. "You're too cute, babes." He muttered, causing you to look up at him. As soon as your eyes locked with his, he moved your underwear to the side. Sliding a finger between your folds. He can see you holding back a whimper. "Wow, you're already soaked? Thinking about my cock all day, huh? Of course you were."

He continued sliding a finger between you, gently hitting your clit cause you to twitch. But still no sounds from you. He frowns slightly. "Why don't you tell me how much you want it, Gorgeous." It was so hard not to break. How much your wanted to tell him you wanted him. But no. Then he would of won. He always wins! You hold strong. "Fine." He grunts as he gets up. He crawls between your legs whipping off her robe revealing his, always surprising, massive cock. Throbbing with anticipation.

"I'm gonna make you beg." He grumbled. He wasn't happy you were still not saying anything. At this point he missed your voice. He missed your laugh. Your tuts. Your groans. Anything. Any noise! He wanted you do make a single sound. You watched as he positioned himself and got ready for him to thrust into you. He grabbed his member and lined up with your entrance and stopped. You looked up at him confused. That smirk was back.

He began jerking him against your aching cunt. His tip brushing against your clit you can't help but whimper. You quickly cover your mouth. "What was that babe? You want me to fuck you?" He asked with that shit eating grin. You nod, looking at him with desperate eyes. "Use your words, baby." You furrowed your brow, positioning your feet you buck your hips to try and get him inside of you but he's too smart for that, pulling himself away. "Nuh-uh. Words, y/n. Use them." He purred, teasing you. He moved back, continuing rubbing himself off on you.

You whined in frustration and desperation. "Fuck 'm getting close, babe." Your eyes widen. No way was he close, but his brow twitched which told you he wasn't lying. He was going to cum soon. "Fuck me Adam! Please fuck me! I need you!" You begged. "ah, you want me now?" "Yes, please. Please Adam?" It didn't take him long before he was inside you. Feeling your walls clenched around his thick member. You moan in ecstasy. Adam, gripping your waist, pulling you as close as he can so he can get deep inside you. "Fuckin' feel so good~ such a good girl." He grunted, pounding into you.

It's hard to read his true expression with that damn mask on, uou managed to get your fingers under the chin of his mask and pull it off. You can see his flustered face, how desperate and needy his eyes are. "Sso p-pretty anh~!" "Shut up.." he burrows his head in the crook of your neck, embarrassed, small whimpers escape his lips as moans roar out from yourself.

"Fuck, y/n-!" His arms wrap themselves around your waist as he holds you down and close. Filling you with his seed. His head still pressed against the nook of your neck. "'m sorry..." He whispered into your skin. Your arms slid round to his back, gently running your fingers up and down his back. "Please don't ignore me again." He mumbled. "I won't. I'm sorry." You reply, holding each other close.

～⁠♡✧⁠｡ I really hope you enjoyed this one shot. It was fun to write! I'm not a writer by any means but I appreciate any support I receive so thank you for reading! ｡✧⁠♡～⁠

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel adam x reader #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin adam #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel smut

[erwinsvow]

not to derail at all but i see your kook!reader (cause I love it, and how catty she is) at midsummers and raise you, pogue!reader having to choose between jj and rafe, when the gang decide to ditch the party. she’s there as kie’s +1 and when the whole thing goes tits up reader is stuck between the guy she’s been crushing on for years or the kook king who clearly has the hots for her which she not against.

also, you are genuinely one of my fave writers on this hellsite 😍😍😍 notifications on and every thing

baby i am gonna sob you are SOOO nice. notifs on? i am so beyond flattered. i love u <33 this idea is GOLDEN oh my god the brainrot im having rn. im gonna try to write a little for you but i cant even put it into words

kiara said you'd make the whole thing a lot more bearable. plus, out of your little pogue group, you were her parents' unspoken favorite, so it just seemed natural for you to tag along to midsummers as her plus one.

and as much you loved your best friend and thought the world of her for inviting you, your heart was pounding your chest while you got ready in kie's bedroom, applying make up and curling your hair and putting on your best (and one of your only nice clothes) dress.

dolled up like this, you even looked the part of the kook princess that you were sure was rafe cameron's type.

even the idea of thinking about him, and impressing him or him seeing you like this, felt guilty. it made a painfully acrid taste shoot into your mouth and run through your blood—there was no one your friends hated more than the boy you'd had a crush on for as long as you can remember.

it was stupid, ever even talking to him, getting involved and sneaking off for late night drives in his truck and meeting up in hidden corners where no one else could see. that's all it was though, secret encounters and a few kisses.

you hadn't let it progress further, knowing how your friends would react, knowing how rafe is. you keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, for him to tell you you're just like your pogue friends that he hates so much. he doesn't, though, that's what makes this so much harder.

out of all your friends, the idea of one in particular finding out there was or had been or was going to be something between you and rafe made you feel dizzy and uncomfortable all over. jj was always your closest friend, always the one you relied on for everything—he had helped you countless heartbreaks and emotions and moments of doubt.

a small part of you had always thought the two of you would end up together. everyone joked about it, pope and john digging into him for carrying you home when you get too drunk or lost your shoes on the beach, kiara teasing you when she finds out jj slept over your place again.

the idea of either finding out about your attachment for the other made you feel queasy. walking into midsummers with kie, the hem of your yellow dress rustling near your thighs, you thought you were safe since only rafe would be there tonight. you thought wrong.

rafe is talking to you when jj shows up.

"y'look nice." you stare up at him, unsure of what to say. "what? now i can't say somethin' nice?"

"when do you ever say something nice?" you ask, but your smile reveals itself before you can hold it back. rafe looks at you like he could get used to seeing you like this.

"m'always nice to you. i don't know, kid, this is nice. y'should come to the club with me some time." you laugh, looking down at your shoes.

"i don't know about all that-"

"hey, you. mandatory power hour at rixon's. c'mon, princess." you turn to see jj, face bruised and knuckles bleedng. you look back at rafe, and he looks smug, it's only then you notice his messed up hair.

"jayj? what's going on?"

"rafe, i mean this in the most disrespectful way possible, go away. tryna have a talk with my girl here, so-" your face burns.

"m'sorry, your girl?"

"apology not accepted. so if you could direct yourself over there to fuck off, that would be fantas-"

"j, wha- what's going on? how long have you been here?"

"long enough for cameron over here to set his little lap dogs on me. c'mon, i'm getting kie and pope and then we gotta go-"

"but, i, i-" you stop yourself, to think about what to say, when rafe cuts you off again.

"she's not going anywhere, we're having a conversation that you interrupted, fuckin' pogue."

"botherin' pretty girls, yeah, that sounds about right. get it through your thick skull, bud, she's not interested-"

"um, guys-" rafe shrugs, staring back at jj.

"that's not what she said last night. or the night before. so how about you do yourself a favor-"

"fuck's he talking about, princess?" jj looks at you, and you look at him, and then rafe, head spinning.

"yeah, kid, the fuck is he talkin' about?"

the glass in your hand drops and shatters when you faint and fall over.

#hahah she had to faint to get out of this mess yall !!! #this was so fun to write i adore u so much <3 #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #jj maybank

[stuniolvs]

IM LITERALLY BEGGING ON MY KNEES RN DO AN ENEMIES TO LOVERS W MATT PLEASEE 🥺🥺🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

sweetheart m.s.

another sickfic im sorry! please leave requests!

not proofread.

you’re currently getting ready to go to a party with the triplets you put on a simple dress, converse, and curl your hair. 8:54, the clock reads, nick said that he’d be here around 9.

you’ve known the triplets since freshman year but every time you see matt he’s rude to you.

its always some snarky comment about your looks or how you’re ’so annoying'

on cue, you hear matt honk outside and you hop in the car next to nick. you are about to thank matt for picking you up before he says.

“dont you think your hair is a bit much?” he mumbles, although you can hear it very clearly.

you look down at your lap and fiddle with your fingers, you then start trying to fix your hair, flattening it.

“y/n, your hair looks pretty” nick says smiling at you.

“thank you” i smile but still feeling hurt by matts comment. ive always felt just a little bit different about matt.

i used to talk to him all the time, we were best friends and then at the start of sophomore year he just ghosted me.

‘sweetheart’ he used to call me.

you exit the car arms linked with nick. “i like your shirt chris!” you compliment looking down at his camo shirt.

“thank you, y/n/n. i love your dress.” he says. you nod at him, smiling entering the house.

matt clenches his jaw hearing chris compliment you. he quickly relaxes when he sees you biting your lip. he immediately remembers how one of the first things you bonded over was your anxiety and you told him that you always bite your lip when you're nervous.

he walks behind you just to make sure no one gets too close to you.

as you guys go and get water you feel a small pain in your stomach. you can’t tell if its from anxiety, sickness, or both.

after about 45 minutes of wandering around, talking to a couple people before settling on a couch.

your next to matt with nick on the other side.

“no, yeah” you hear the random guy say, ryan, you think his name was. “hold on, im gonna go re-fill my drink” chris says. “me too.” nick and ryan say at the same time as they all leave.

you and matt sit on the couch as there’s like a hundred people surrounding you slowly getting more, and more stuffy.

you start to feel really nervous, your stomach hurts and you have anxiety with means you also have anxiety about your stomach hurting which makes it hurt more.

“matt?” you whisper. “what?” he snaps. his eyes softening when he sees your nervous state. you pull your feet up to your chest, pulling down your dress.

“what’s wrong sweetheart?” you hear him whisper. he places his hand on your back rubbing his thumb softly over the fabric of your dress.

your heart start beating rapidly. “i dont feel good matt, my stomach hurts and my anxiety is bad which is making my stomach hurt"

“im sorry,” he pulls you to his side wrapping his arm around you. “im so sorry about everything y/n. i dont know what i was thinking. over freshman year i started to like ou and then i got scared to i started being rude. im so stupid and i should’ve never done tha-“ he’s cut off by you hugging him landing on his lap. “im in love with you sweetheart” he confesses.

your heart pounds “im in love with you matt.” you speak, he blushes, tucking his head into your neck.

“does this mean im your boyfriend?” he asks “ do you want to be my boyfriend?” “of course” he flushes. “then yes.” you kiss him on the forehead “i wanna kiss you really bad but im 100% sick, my head is pounding.” you admit.

he kisses your temple and pulls back to kiss your stomach. he places a soft hand on the back of your head pushing you into his chest. “rest for a second sweetheart. im gonna text chris and nick.” he says, you nod.

after a couple minutes he lifts you from your thighs caring you to the car while you slightly regain consciousness. “mm-baby, where?” you ask, he blushes at the nickname.

“chris and nick are gonna get an uber, lets get you home so i can take care of you.” he states, setting you in the passenger seat.

once you get back to the house he sets you in his bed. he then grabs sweatpants and a t-shirt of his to change into.

“one sec, im gonna go get some stuff.” he says through the bathroom door.

he comes back with medicine, water, and your favorite blanket you always use when you come over. your just standing there unsure wha to do.

he sets the stuff down and picks you up laying on the oppsite side of the bed that he lays on.

you take the medicine then he tucks the blanket around you then he puts his duvet over you.

“will you lay with me?” you ask “of course, if you want.” “please do,” you say.

he changes into sweatpants and a hoodie, in front of you. you blush. he climbs into bed pulling you to his chest.

he pulls you in, cupping you cheeks. as your lips meet the kiss is soft and passionate expression so many emotions. after a couple of minutes he pulls back “why the fuck did you just kiss me? im sick.” you respond. “im sleeping in the same bed as you, its inevitable.” he states, smiling.

“i love you sweetheart"

#sturniolo triplets x reader #sturniolo triplets imagines #sturniolo triplets imagine #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo imagines #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo imagines #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut

[sixosix]

( a/n ) light angst, hurt/comfort, PROFANITY WARNING, guys im so sorry this is so short but its all im capable of rn

special mention TYSM @earthtooz for proofreading i owe u my soul

he’s always been a little sensitive to people caring for him. he’s used to taking care of others, to have his parents let him get away with everything, and he’s spent his life isolating himself from people who would see him past what he is but for who he is.

reo rolls his shoulder to shove your hand off of him, frowning at the wall. “you know me well enough already, don’t you? you know that i hate it when you get like this.”

“this isn’t good for you, reo. you’re destroying yourself,” you snarl, jabbing at his back. “i’m sick of seeing you like this. i’m not a babysitter, nor your therapist.”

“i’m not asking you to worry about me, am i?” he snaps, finally turning to meet your eyes.

anger boils in your chest, but you let it simmer with a few deep breaths. reo isn’t thinking properly right now, raving on and on about not working hard enough, and how he isn’t catching up. “there isn’t a professional boundary between us, i care for you because i love you. right now, when you say shit like that? i can barely give a fuck about you anymore.”

reo’s sharp scowl falters around the edges, giving way to confusion. “where are you going?” he demands when you make your way to the door.

“away,” you say, slipping your shoes on and refusing to look at him. “you said you need space, right? then i’ll give it to you. we’re over.”

“fine.” his tone is biting, but his voice sounds strange. “fine…”

he’s still lethargic, you tell yourself; he doesn’t know what he’s talking about, and he’ll regret it later. but he doesn’t stop you.

maybe if you were to glance back at him one last time, you’d see the broken expression on his face hitting him right after.

from the start, reo’s always been expecting you would leave him. everyone does that to him, anyway. even nagi, who he still considers his best friend. it was a little too good to be true with you, so he tells himself that this was bound to happen. that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt when it finally happens.

reo groans, shoving his face into his pillow. his friends snicker at his misery, so reo does what he needs to and flips them off with two hands. but as a groveling man with his face hidden by his sheets, it does not paint the intimidating picture he wanted.

“it hasn’t even been that long,” nagi remarks. he doesn’t spare reo a glance so unfortunately, he doesn’t get see reo flashing him with his middle finger.

“mmrgh,” reo says, still pressed against his bed.

isagi pats him on the shoulder, which doesn’t help anyone, but it’s the thought that counts.

“record him, record him, do it,” bachira says, clapping nagi on the back repeatedly, his strength enough to jostle him back and forth. obediently, nagi follows, pointing his phone camera right at a moping reo.

“day two without y/n,” nagi says to his future audience. “barely holding on.”

“i feel awful,” reo groans. “y/n blocked me.”

“do you regret what you said?” isagi asks.

“‘course i do,” reo hisses, offended that he would even ask that. “i was an asshole. y/n was right—y/n’s always right. i’m stupid.”

bachira snorts, “keep fighting, reo!” and barely manages to dodge the pillow thrown his way.

the camera pans back to reo, who’s looking red in the face, awfully pathetic. “fuck off. don’t post that. y/n’s gonna see it and make fun of me when we’re back again.”

nagi posts it anyway.

chigiri hums thoughtfully, waving a hand in front of your face. “you don’t look like you moved on to me.”

you splutter, shoving his phone back onto him. you feel your heart pound in your ears and with the way chigiri smiles knowingly, you almost wonder if he can hear it, too. “shut up! why did he say that? i hate him.”

“sure you do. say what?”

“‘when we’re back together again’ like he’s so sure about it,” you try to say it like you’re angry, but your expression resembles reo from that video. it doesn’t come out as you want it.

reo looks much better now. nagi says that reo religiously followed your advice right after and has been faring better, which is a real shame since you can’t even see it for yourself. he looks less pale and much brighter, but instead of the anger you last saw him with, he’s just become a carbon copy of a wet blanket.

“aren’t you?” chigiri watches the post again, just to torment you with your sniveling ex. “getting back together again, i mean.”

“i’m leaving.”

“yeah? and go where? reo’s bed?”

“i’ll strangle you!”

#606:BLLK #reo mikage x reader #reo mikage x you #x reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock x y/n #blue lock fanfiction #blue lock x you #bllk x reader #bllk reo x reader #mikage reo x reader #mikage reo imagines #mikage reo fluff #bllk fanfic #blue lock fluff #reo mikage angst #bllk angst #blue lock angst #mikage reo angst

[starkeysmoon]

CLUELESS

paring: lo’ak sully x gender neutral omatikaya! reader

warnings: fluff, intense kissing??

summary: you have a crush on lo’ak and he doesn’t know about it, or so you thought.

word count: 1.1K!

a/n: sorry for being inactive this past week. i’m currently working on other requests rn, so if you sent stuff to my inbox or messaged me i should be able to finish most of them during the weekend!

if you were to deny that you didn’t have even a slight crush on lo’ak, you’d be lying to yourself. you just couldn’t help it.

he had such an adventurous spirit that drew you in. and eywa, his looks did not help with the new blooming infatuation that was starting to build.

yet you knew that there was no chance, he was your best friend. there was no way you wanted to risk your friendship over a stupid little crush you had on him.

no, you couldn’t ruin it, no matter what, you reminded yourself. besides, he came to you for advice for girls. so much to the fact you became his official ‘wing woman. ‘

yeah, maybe it annoyed you, but what could you do? he was absolutely clueless that you thought of him like that, right?

“(name!)” a familiar voice called from behind you, snapping you out of your thoughts. you turned your head in the direction of the voice, and you were greeted with a handsome smile.

“lo’ak,” you say, a smile forming at the ends of your lips before motioning him to sit down beside you, he playfully rolls his eyes and makes his way towards you.

“i’ve been meaning to ask you something,” he begins, as he brushes off the space next to you before he finally sits down.

your eyebrows furrow at his words, “and that is?” you gently press, pushing for him to explain further what exactly he wanted to talk about.

his smile turns into an all too familiar teasing grin at your words, which you know only means no good.

“you have a crush on me, don’t you?” he says, nudging at your shoulder, and chuckling lightly.

it takes you a good twenty seconds to register the words that leave his mouth, and when you do your eyes widen in shock. your heart begins pounding loudly against your chest and your head feels like it’s spinning.

how does he know?

you take a breath in, bringing your senses back to the present before you respond to him.

“no, i don’t.” you deny, shifting your attention to the surroundings nearby, preferring to look at everything else but him.

“alright,” he says, yet he can tell by your reaction you’re lying through your fangs. i mean, he’s known you since you two were little kids.

he shakes his head as he watches your demeanor shifts into a fidgety one. and before you know it, two fingers gently placed under your chin before your chin is turned to the side to meet his gaze.

your eyes flicker back onto him, to find his lips only milliliters apart from yours. your face feels hot, and a soft crimson tint starts to form on your cheeks at his motion.

it’s almost as if he’s fooled you. allured you into his tricks and schemes. he thinks he’s won but his eyes widen in surprise as you slap his hand away from your chin, and move your head further away from his.

“don’t do that!” you snap, rolling your eyes at him.

“why not?”

“because it’s not fair i don’t want to be your temporary happiness,” you huff, as you cross your arms and press them close to your chest.

“(name), it’s not like that,” he promises, his words sound sincere but you’re unsure if you want to believe him.

“then what is it like?”

“it’s like…” he trails off, unable to form his words at your question. he’s almost speechless, and unsure of how to answer. should he lie or be truthful? he decides on the latter.

“i like you, and not just as a friend,” he sputters out, his eyes widening at the words that leave his very own lips as your mouth hangs slightly agape in shock. flutters start to stream into your senses, your tail swishing gracefully from side to side.

he sees me the way i see him?

“i’d like to show you, if you don’t mind,” he says, his voice is low and whispers of promises you’re unsure you’re willing to keep. he takes one of your hands and places it into his own.

“okay,” was all you managed to get out in your stunned state but nonetheless it reaffirmed him that you’d be okay with what was on his mind.

his eyes flicker down to your plush lips and then back to your eyes. he moves his other hand back up to cusp your warm cheeks and gazes deep into your eyes asking for your consent once more, you nod your head and with your final confirmation, he leans in and connects his lips to yours. you almost melt at how soft his lips were and how they tasted right against your own.

jitters fill your body as his tongue skims along your lip, asking for access, which you grant. as you tilt your head to the side and open your mouth slightly, deepening the kiss in the process.

you place your hands on his shoulders, pulling him in closer. while his hand that was holding your hand glides down to your thigh, skimming it gently.

if you weren’t so caught in the moment, you would’ve heard a na’vi clearing their throat in the background. and when the motion goes unnoticed, a-familiar-voice speaks.

“quite busy now, aren’t we?” the voice teases, causing the two of you break from each other while panting and gasping for air. before turning your heads towards the voice. the na’vi’s arms were crossed, almost as if he was angry or annoyed yet his face held a calm and patient smile. neteyam.

your eyes briefly wander back back to lo’ak to find his gaze on yours, and unsurprisingly both your mouths agape. you both turn your attention back to neteyam as he makes a shushing gesture, “don’t worry, i won’t tell anyone.” he says, winking before walking away from the area.

“oh eywa,” you say, laughing in shock and embarrassment at what just happened in the last ten minutes. lo’ak chimes in on your sweet laugh.

“caught redhanded by my own brother,” he sighs, smacking a hand on his forehead.

“it’s a bit funny,” you point out, to which he merely rolls his eyes.

“definitely not,” he says, his tone serious. If it weren't for his tail swishing about crazily and the suppressed laugh that followed, you almost would have believed him.

“wait,” you trail off as a thought comes to your mind, “how’d you even know i liked you?”

“mom told me,” he admits as the edges of her lips curled up into a soft smile as he recalled the memory. you giggle at his words. “i take back what i said this morning, you are definitely clueless.”

#lo’ak #lo’ak x reader #lo’ak sully #neteyam #avatar #jake sully #atwow #avatar the way of water #fanfiction #neteyam x reader #lo’ak sully x reader #lo’ak imagine #lo’ak fluff #lo’ak x reader fluff #lo’ak smut #neteyam x you #neteyam x reader fluff #neteyam sully x reader #neytiri #jake sully fluff #jake sully x reader

[lovemyavatar]

Hi Lizzie! I’m new to your blog, but I want to request one of the promt thingys, is that okay? I’ve read all your fics, and I absolutely love them!

If it’s alright for me to request, could you do #79 and # 128 with Neteyam?

Ily! 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

AHH all of them?? my heart is so happy rn. yes it's definitely okay, my requests are always open especially for the drabbles since they don't take me long to write :) also my brain took this in an angsty direction so I apologize for that lmao

Neteyam x Reader

Warnings: nsfw, fwb, angst

part two

“Fuck, just like that, baby girl. Bend over and spread your legs.”

Neteyam's chest heaves with ragged breaths as he pounds into you, watching his cock disappear between your plump folds with hooded eyes. Strong fingers cage your hips in a firm hold, jerking you into him with each rough thrust.

You mewl beneath him, spine arching as warm pressure quickly mounts in your core. Neteyam’s palm skims up your back, digits tangling into your braids. He grips your hair, pulling roughly to coax your face from its smooshed position into the bed.

“I wanna hear you, baby. Tell me how good I make you feel.” A rough growl rumbles his chest when your pussy flutters around him, a series of moans and whimpers filling the tent.

“So, so good. 'Teyam! I-I'm gonna...gonna cum!” You wail, muscles tensing as another orgasm rips through you.

Neteyam groans, cock throbbing as he releases deep into your womb, pressing his hips flush with yours until every last drop fills you up. He leans over your spent body as you slowly sink into the bed, wobbly arms giving out under your own weight.

He only gives himself a few seconds to catch his breath, to relish in the closeness before he pulls out of you. He wipes the sweat from his brow with one hand while the other fishes for his loincloth on the floor. At the sudden absence of his warmth, you turn onto your back, watching with a frown as he slides the garment up his thighs.

“Tey...stay with me? Just for a bit?” You sound pathetic, even to your own ears, but you're tired of this back and forth.

This hot and cold act is tearing you apart, leaving your heart in tattered shreds with every night you spend alone. You prop yourself up onto your elbows, brow pinching when he barely acknowledges that you've spoken.

“I can't.” His voice is curt, dismissive, and it drills a hole straight through your chest.

He rushes to collect his things, not even sparing you a glance when he heads for the door.

“We’re not just friends, you know that.” You spit, as last-ditch effort to get him to understand how stupid he's being, as anger and sadness create a volatile mix within your stomach.

“And we're not mates, either. Are we?” Narrowed eyes cut to you, the declaration landing like a harsh blow to your very soul.

You curl inward, lips parting with a ragged gasp. All you can do is gape at him for several seconds, moisture blurring your vision. Neteyam's jaw grinds, chest tight with emotion as he turns on his heel, storming from the tent.

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Champagne Problems

Part 6

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x female!human!reader

CW: a lot of angst, tension between neteyam and reader, heartbroken neteyam, sexual tension, heartbroken reader, insecure neteyam, jealous reader, neteyam just won't leave reader's head, hurt/comfort (?), TRIGGER WARNING for some sensitive themes like reader showing signs of low self steem and not thinking she's worth it, friend group dynamic among reader, adeline and kate, kiri being sweet, reader misses neteyam and regrets dumping him, reader thinks she's protecting neteyam from hurt by staying away from him, spider makes an appearance, kiri being protective over neteyam's feelings, reader tells kiri she likes neteyam. Tell me if there's more, pls.

Here I come, finally updating this incredibly angsty fanfiction :') I hope y'all enjoy this. Writing this fic breaks my heart, guys… it feels raw, honestly. Maybe I'm just speaking like this bc I'm on my period + I'm listening to a sad Taylor Swift song but omg my heart aches rn

Not proofread. I'm sorry, babies, I'm dead rn. So freaking sleepy and finishing this at 5 am bc my mind just wouldn't let me sleep and kept forcing me to think about and write this chapter.

Part 5: The sand hurts my feelings

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It hits different 'cause it's you

I used to switch out these Kens, I'd just ghost

Rip the Band-Aid off and skip town like an asshole outlaw

Freedom felt like summer then on the coast

Now the sun burns my heart and the sand hurts my feelings

And I never don't cry at the bar

Yeah, my sadness is contagious

Hits Different (Taylor Swift)

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"Hey." Neteyam greeted you in a dry tone. He found it hard to look into your eyes so he just gazed rapidly into them and then kept his eyes on the ground.

His heart was broken, aching and his pride was shattered. Neteyam hated to see everybody around him looking at him with pity in their faces, knowing that he had been dumped by the girl he loved. He wondered if the boys - Lo'ak, Rotxo and Ao'nung - looked down on him now. Neteyam suddenly felt like he was not a good hypothetical mate. He had always thought he would make a good, reliable and loving mate to the girl he would one day choose to be his but you made him start doubting that after last night. He knew it was probably stupid but still he couldn't seem to get rid of those feelings.

You tried to hide your uneasiness but it was written all over your face.

"Hi." You answered Neteyam, your heart pounding in your chest, anxiety leaving your hands cold.

The pain you were causing Neteyam could be easily seen in the way his jaw clenched, in the way he weirdly looked insecure instead of confident as he always seemed to be. You wanted to say "I'm sorry", you wanted to say "Maybe I did the wrong thing when I refused to become your mate" but you had seen him with Munì. It was useless now, anyway.

Lo'ak looked at Neteyam, then back at you and then he would redo the whole thing all over again, like he was waiting for the both of you to exchange more words. Poor thing. He seemed even more tense than Neteyam and you.

"Rotxo, Ao'nung" Neteyam rapidly called, looking now at the Metkayina boys "Tonowari is waiting for us. Clan business." His voice was serious and seemed slightly annoyed, his face stern 

You wondered if Neteyam said "clan business" instead of giving more detail because you were sitting there too and he was mad at you. Well, you didn't blame him if that's how he felt. You deserved it. You could have been nicer to him this morning.

"Let's go!" Lo'ak spoke loudly, like he was trying to get out of that awkward situation as fast as he could

"Chill out, forest boy. We're going." Ao'nung teased and Rotxo laughed 

"I'm Metkayina now, fish lips. Stop calling me that." Lo'ak responded 

Frenemies indeed.

The boys left and your gaze was fixed on Neteyam's back as he walked away next to the other Metkayina. As you looked down at the beach floor, you wished that ache inside you would just vanish but life doesn't work that way.

When you looked up, you saw Tsireya's and Kiri's big feline eyes fixed on your face. It scared the crap out of you. They seemed even wider now.

"What?!" You sounded legitimately startled

"Neteyam told me and Lo'ak he was gonna ask you to be his mate at the party." Kiri stated

"And how the hell did every person in this tribe find out about that? Did he tell them too?" You didn't mean to sound rude but you really were overwhelmed by the situation

"It's just me, my brother and Rotxo. Only we know, other than Kiri and Lo'ak. My stupid brother overheard Kiri asking Neteyam how it had went, what answer you had given to Neteyam and he told Rotxo. I saw them laughing like idiots and asked what was so funny. That's when Ao'nung told me." Tsireya said, like she was sorry about the fact that so many people knew about yours and Neteyam's intimate business

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The day after that, you and the girls went back to Hell's Gate. You decided it was better to leave things the way they were. To let Neteyam have a nice, healthy and proper relationship with someone of his own kind. Like your father always used to say, na'vi and humans will never be equal. But he meant it in a derogatory way, with prejudice against the na'vi in his words while you meant something totally different. It was just natural that na'vi would marry other na'vi, not a human. The differences between both cultures did not just speak loud, they actually shouted like a mad person. You knew you could never get accustomed to being a na'vi male's mate. Not even if that male was Neteyam and just thinking about leaving him behind, thinking that you felt absolutely nothing for him, made you feel a burning, painful sensation in your heart. And of course Neteyam would be better off with an emotionally stable mate. Munì seemed perfect for him. 

You totally did not feel anger boiling inside your guts anytime you thought about her stupid smiles and giggles back when she was talking to him at the beach. She would make him happy and you were totally happy for them. The next step for you would be actually believing the words you just thought.

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One month and a few days had passed. You felt grateful that you had been able to dodge all the demands to go conduct scientific researches on the Metkayina tribe that you had received until now, asking to exchange positions with colleagues and staying in the lab, doing paperwork instead. You were doing everything in your power to avoid Neteyam. But you could never seem to be able to avoid the pain that washed over your body and the tears that wanted to come out - but never actually did because you were always strong enough to hold them back - whenever a sad love song started playing in your earbuds or in one of your friend's phones. It seemed like every fucking dumb love song reminded you of him.

After Kiri sent you a message almost begging you to go visit her, making you feel guilty and saying that she missed you a lot and now that she had her own marui, you just had to go to the reef and see it, you couldn't say "no". She was being too adorable and you missed her too. You asked Kiri if Kate and Adeline could come along and she excitedly agreed, so, the three of you used your next couple of days off to travel to the Metkayina beach again. It was a blessing that Neteyam had traveled to the Omatikaya tribe to see his grandmother Mo'at and was gonna be gone for a while, as Kiri had guaranteed you.

Kiri always had a very human side to her, just like Lo'ak. Neteyam didn't even seem like he was half human at times. He was extremely proud to be na'vi and wore his indigenous culture with honor all over himself. You could never see Neteyam asking to have his own place. He was too attached to his family - and you thought that was extremely cute. It wasn't traditional amongst the na'vi for an unmated young girl to leave her family's marui like that but Kiri was clever and she found a way to get what she wanted out of her parents.

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Adeline, Kate and you woke up as early as the Pandoran skies got clear and dragged your sleepy and tired asses to the Metkayina tribe. Being a scientist would never not leave a person overworked and exhausted. Like most mornings, you had drank way too much caffeine already for such an early hour in the day.

"Girl, how do you always look so beautiful? I could never." You pointed out as you watched Adeline make two thin braids to frame her round, delicate face and put her black curly hair in a voluminous bun on the top of her head, while the both of you were inside the science team's helicopter, heading to the Metkayina reef.

You had always found Adeline extremely pretty with her dark skin, voluptuous figure and feminine style. She always made sure to look cute.

"I don't know. I guess I'm God's favorite." She joked around and the both of you started to laugh

Adeline was also funny. She could put a smile in your face anytime, even when you were sad. You considered her a sister from another mother.

"You guys are stupid." Kate teased as she was laughing too and holding an energy drink filled with caffeine in her pale hand. She'd drink those often to help wake her up.

Kate's long, blonde, wavy hair fell gracefully over her chest. Her eyes were blue and she was tall and had an athletic but slim body. Damn, you only had breathtaking friends.

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Kate and Adeline had decided to take a nap after lunch in Kiri's marui and they asked if you would come too but you refused as you were far too restless to be able to sleep. That beach brought back too many memories…

So, now you found yourself sitting in the sand, watching the ocean waves break as they hit the shore with Kiri by your side. She had managed to make you say the truth about why you seemed so troubled.

"Yeah, (y/n), you fucked up big time." Kiri stated with that aura of wisdom beyond her years that only herself knew how to effortlessly exude.

You wanted to dig a hole in the sand under your feet and jump inside of it, hiding and never coming back up again. Of course you'd fuck it up with Neteyam. You had a cursed tendency to self sabotage. You did not know if being so freaking aware of it made you better or if it actually made you worse.

"Are you mad at me?" You ask nervously with furrowed eyebrows 

"(y/n)! It's not my feelings that you should be worried about! It's not my heart that you broke." Kiri scolded you as she looked at you with those big feline yellow eyes like she was actually horrified. You felt so bad for thinking it was kind of funny. "I know you don't wanna be Neteyam's mate but do you not care about him at all? Not even a little bit? He hasn't been the same ever since you dumped him and left. Poor thing can barely go train with dad. I think I saw him sniffing while hiding one of these days. Eywa knows that prideful teylu" (edible Pandoran bug) "would never cry in front of us."

"I swear I didn't mean to be cruel. I just did not know… how to react. It was sudden, you know? It's like, I don't know… a cultural shock? Humans don't go around asking people they just met to marry them. Or… become their mates." It would never feel normal to say "mates" to you

Apparently you had acted just like Kat Stratford in 10 Things I Hate About You, when she would cold heartedly refuse Patrick Verona over and over again. You used to always watch that vintage movie with Tracy. It was one of her favorites. 

"Don't act like it was the first time you two had met. Neteyam stared at you all the time when you came to our tribe. I swear to Eywa I've never seen him nervous to talk to a girl before but you have a power over my brother… it's fucking crazy to watch actually. He's like a needy, dumb dog drooling over you when he looks at you. It's even freaky." Kiri couldn't hold it back so she burst into laughter, hiding her mouth with her big but delicate hand

You were nervous as fuck but you started to laugh too. It seemed like the nervousness and guilt and tense vibe of the situation only made it worse, making everything even more funny and absurd.

"You know the worst part of it all?" You looked at her like a child who just broke their mom's most precious vase

"Great Mother, don't tell me there's more." Kiri said, incredulous

"I think I like Neteyam." You confessed like you were a good catholic girl confessing her sins to a priest

"You like him?!" She almost screamed

"You don't need to declare it out loud for the whole reef to hear!" You got slightly mad

"You teylu!" She smirked as she moved her head from side to side in disapproval "Why the hell did you dump him then?"

"I don't know, Kiri. Don't judge me, okay?" You put both your hands over your face, hiding it and moving your head from side to side yourself this time. 

At least you knew your attitude had been controversial and confusing to say the least. They say the first steps to recovery are realizing and admitting you're insane.

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It was now eclipse. You were inside Kiri's home with her and your human friends. Kate and Adeline were finishing unpacking their bags.

"Guys, I'm going out for some fresh air, okay?" You said, trying to find an excuse to get out of that marui filled with girls - human and na'vi.

"You've been acting weird lately." Adeline pointed out "Spending too much time alone."

Kiri discreetly looked at you with a look of concern in her face, as she was the only one of the girls who knew the reason behind your strange demeanor.

"I just need some air. I'll be back soon." You spoke as you walked towards the door of the marui

"Don't go in the ocean! It could be dangerous!" Kate yelled. She was the "mom friend" of the group.

"I know!" You laughed "I'm not stupid. I'm a scientist too. But thanks for your concern."

You walked through the beach for a while, trying to take a certain tall, handsome blue alien out of your mind when you saw Spider walking in the area too. He waved at you and you waved back.

You weren't as close to Spider as you were to Kiri and Lo'ak but you did love his company.

You sat on the sand with him, looking at the ocean, just like you had done with Kiri earlier and you two started to catch up and eventually the talk got deeper, more philosophical.

"Don't you feel crazy, Spider? Living among beings of another species? Don't you feel… left out?" Your eyes looked at him with genuine doubt in them

"I do, sometimes." He sighs "Especially because of how Mrs Sully acts towards me, at times" the both of you laughed quickly "But this place is my home. I was born in Pandora, I know nowhere else that I could call home. And also, I grew up around Lo'ak, Kiri, Neteyam and Tuk. They're family to me, even if not related by blood. It doesn't really matter in the end, family are the ones who are there for you. Not your bloodline." 

"Oh my God, I totally agree!" You rapidly say in a slight loud tone, chuckling, like you wanted to emphasize how much you shared the same opinion with him

"So..." You pondered if you should tell him or not "Neteyam talked to me last-"

"Yeah, I know. Ao'nung told me." Spider interrupted

"Of course he did..." You rolled your eyes and sighed. So everybody knew already...

Spider chuckled softly.

"Anyways, Neteyam calls me tawtute. I think it's funny that he calls me "human", but in na'vi"

"Yeah, that's him being affectionate towards you. He likes you. A lot." Spider pointed out

You stoped smiling and your heart started feeling painful.

"He probably hates me now, actually. I totally blew it off. I was really insensitive towards him." Shame and regret covered your face, as you were crestfallen

"Have you ever thought about apologizing?"

"Yeah, of course I have. Many times. I just…" You hesitated "I guess I can't face him now."

"Oh, c'mon. I know you can do it. Isn't it worse to be feeling guilty and sad and let Neteyam think you don't feel sorry for hurting him?"

"You have a point, Spider. God, I hate it when you're right." You laughed and slapped his arm softly, in a playful manner

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Adeline and Kate slept peacefully next to you, each one of them in a different mat - but the three mats had been placed next to the other. You, on the other hand, hadn't been able to sleep well in almost two months. Kiri told you and the girls she was gonna stay up and she now was, at the corner of the marui, making herself a new beaded necklace in the light of a tiny fire she had lit up.

As you laid quietly in your mat with your eyes closed but wide awake, you heard footsteps inside the marui. You could not believe it when you opened your eyes and you saw it was Neteyam. His tall, slender figure and head full of thin braids that danced in the air as he moved made you recognize him immediately, even in the dark of the eclipse.

Damn! Wasn't he supposed to be in the Omatikaya tribe right now? And what the hell was he even doing here instead of going to his parents' marui?

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[swampstew]

Eustass Kid, G-46 ~ Con Non-Con

Summary: modern monster au, Eustass Kid is a vampire and you’re his favorite familiar. Need I say more?

Warnings: Spicy! Dom/Master Vampire Kid, Sub/Familiar Reader - long term relationship cause I'm in my feelings rn, blood drinking/maybe fetish, creampie, overstimulation, master/familiar play but make it heartwarming, marking/ownership Word Count: 942

The day you met him was the happiest day of your life. So wild and attractive, you were certain you were under his spell the moment his golden eyes burned right through yours. It was like he had a gravitational pull on you. Soon you were face to face and he gave you a charming smile with sharp teeth.

“Hey. Wanna grab a drink?”

That was how it started. Oh you wished you could relive that moment so many times, to get the rush of adrenaline back again. How high you were on his personality and devilish looks alone, you couldn’t say no to him even if you wanted too, your pussy controlled your brain and actions from your first interaction. One date became three, then that night he fucked you stupid.

You were addicted to him then.

The addiction was mutual – he wanted you nearby all the time, so possessive, so needy and clingy, especially when he had limited time and exposure due to his nature. Wanted to both show you off and keep you shut from the world so he could consume you selfishly.

One day he asked you, “Will you be mine? Forever?”

“I’ve been yours since Day 1.”

His toothy grin was so beautiful it made your heart burst. Kid bit his lip, drawing some blood and smearing it over his red tinted lips, making them darker in color. He used his stained thumb to spell out his name on your naked chest before smashing his iron coated lips to yours, and you eagerly swallowed him whole. Damn nearly every day.

Kid purchased private land in a dense wooded area, built a magnificent house and had you living with him since that day. While he slept you did as you pleased, so long as you were home when he was awake, and you damn better be there to greet him. He waited all night to kiss his beloved.

You’ve never missed a kiss and you swear you never will. Today you wanted to surprise him. You leapt into his coffin as the lid swung open, and he let out a pleased growl as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.”

“I dreamt about you. Missed you. What did you do today?” he gently grasped your wrist and brought it to his face, tracing his fangs against the blue flush of your veins, stopping shortly when he saw the fresh ink in your arm.

“Is that?”

It was. A dainty red tulip in your inner forearm, with a slender, mechanical hand tenderly holding the flower stem.

“Me?”

“Don’t ask questions you know the answer to,” you tease, kissing up and down his neck. “Of course it is.”

“I didn’t think you’d do it.”

“Why wouldn’t I? I’m yours and you’re mine.”

He chuckled, “Have you always been so possessive?”

“Pot calling the Kettle bl—”

Kid didn’t let you finish, grabbed your waist and flipping you over so your back was against the maroon fur lining. Grinding his bulge into your stomach he growled, “Wrap it up, don’t want to infect it when I mark you some more with my cum.”

You were screaming as the coffin shook, Kid’s animalistic growls echoed in the gothic chamber and he pounded into your aching pussy, so eager to clench on him and pull him in deeply. His encouraging grunting as his hips smacked against your damp flesh made you fall apart – feeling like a sleeve at his mercy. The grace he provided by rubbing a calloused finger against your clit as he rubbed keen circles into it.

“Who do you belong to?”

“YOU KID! ONLY YOU!”

“Do you mean it?”

“Yes! Yes! Please, pleaasssee, I love you!!!”

Letting out a satisfied moan, he bit his lip sharply with his fang and smashed his mouth against yours. You lapped up the blood eagerly and it was like swallowing a flake of spice, the way it warmed your mouth and throat, tingling – so intense it almost felt like it was burning, maybe it was burning, it was so hot as it ran down your through and warmed your body from the inside out.

“FUUUUUCCCKK!!” You came hard around his cock, letting out a muffled moan that became a screech as you rode your orgasm while he fucked you through it. The overwhelming sensation of his heavy cock overstimulated your every nerve and still he didn’t let up.

Jerking back on feet to reposition himself on to his knees, he lifted your body and held on to your hips as he fucked into you. Your wails growing higher and tears leaded from your eyes as you felt the edge of another orgasm building inside you from his perfect cock.

“Say it!” he hoarsely growled in your ear.

“I’m yours forever, Master.”

Kid let out a strangled cry as his hips stuttered but did not cease his thrusting. He slammed into you a few more times before you both came together. Always in perfect union – so perfect for each other, you even had your orgasms nailed down to an exact science for maximum pleasure. Everything you have with Eustass Kid, just absolutely perfect.

With a content sigh, Kid fell back to sit down inside the coffin, still partly holding you, so he could watch his seed drip from you as he kept you plugged.

“If all it took for you to call me Master was marrying ya’, I woulda taken you to Vegas that same night.”

“Crazy thing is, I would have let you,” you grin at him. “Shiiiiittt, you always know what to say to get me hard as a rock.”

4 tiles to go, 62 calls made so far. Since we've made 60+ calls, the Halloween Scenario is going to be:

Halloween party/séance gone wrong scenario

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[internet-sadass]

More Than You Bargained For But Better Than You Thought You'd Get (Jason Voorhees x female reader)

Blurb: You just wanted to get some photographs of the object of your obsession but said object had other ideas in mind, namely pounding the stupid walking fleshlight that dared to not flee when he pursued.

Alternative title: the reader is a big fan of Jason and decides she wants to get some pictures and some dick from him :)

Warnings: smut, size difference, size kink, outdoor sex, this is a slasher fic so there's mention of violence.

AN: it's kinda iconic that my return to tumblr comes in the form of a jason voorhees smut fic 💀 anyways, big masked mamas boy has me in a chokehold rn and I was itching to write some filth about him.

It was mad. No, actually, it was utterly deranged of you. But you just couldn't help it. Newspaper clippings weren't enough and the grainy footage of him hulking his way between the trees you had seen on the news sure as hell wasn't enough. Even your imagination, as boundless and talented as it was at conjuring up scenes of that towering figure knocking you to the floor and using you like a glorified sex doll, wasn't enough.

You had to see him in the flesh, snap a few pictures of your own. He was like a wild animal, deadly yet cautious, with an equal chance of fleeing or pursuing you.

This whole mad plan is why you were here, walking along the dirt path that weaved between the trees. The infamous lake caught the sunlight in the distance, sparkling like a discarded foil wrapper. Even though your pace was steady, nothing more than a stroll, your heart pounded, and your body leaked a slick sheen of sweat. It was a little embarrassing that just being in a location where he could be was making you so unbelievably aroused. Just the mere chance of seeing his silhouette had turned you into a beast in heat, trudging through the woods to find something to rut against so the aching between your thighs would stop. Despite how unbelievably hot and bothered you were, you were determined to keep walking, keep wandering the woods of Camp Crystal Lake until you found him.

Four hours had passed, and that determination was starting to dry up. You leaned back against a tree stump and drank water while looking through the few images you’d snapped on your camera. They weren’t of anything special, just the infamous ‘Camp Crystal Lake’ sign and a few shots of the woodland you’d been roaming through. The rational part of your brain whispered that this was a good point to turn around, return to the car park, and drive home. But no, you’d come here to fulfil your fantasies, and by God, you’d do that, even if the only part of him you saw was a shadow and the only photo you snapped was a blur of his hockey mask.

You got up and started walking again, this time without the guidance of the path. Weaving between the trees, you progressed deeper and deeper into the belly of the woods, straying further away from the relatively safety of the sunlight-lit dirt track. Any sounds of other hikers faded and were replaced by the constant low sound of the wind rustling leaves, the occasional twittering from an invisible bird somewhere above you, and the snap of twigs under your boots. The stark lack of any signs of human life sent an odd thrill through you: no one would be here to save you or interrupt your mission. You’d be at his mercy if he spotted you, a little voyeur intent on getting pictures of the object of her obsession, and decided to put a stop to his personal paparazzi.

A jolt nearly made you trip over yourself. Managing to regain your balance before you could fall face-first onto the mossy forest floor, you looked down. The laces on your right boot had come undone, and you’d stepped on them, yanking yourself to a stop. With a mumbled curse, you crouched down to retie them. Drawing back up, your gaze settled on the endless blur of trees ahead of you, interrupted only by an off-white oval.

Wait.

Frozen in place, your breath caught in your throat. The unmistakable hockey mask, attached to a figure trying to conceal his bulk in the foliage, was staring right at you. Ever so slowly, as if any sudden movement would make this hulk of a man scurry away like a spooked deer, you pulled the camera slung around your neck up to your eye and squinted into it. Twisting the zoom lens, you watched him momentarily before clicking the button and capturing an image of his half-hidden form. You clicked a few more times. The hockey mask tilted to the side, questioning your actions.

‘Fuck, that’s so cute.’ You thought absently as you clicked away, probably filling up the SIM card with hundreds of duplicates of the same image.

The hockey mask recentred itself. Jason’s question of what the woman standing in the middle of his forest was doing had been answered. He lurched into a heavy-footed but brisk walk, closing the distance between himself and the small figure ahead of him. Much to his surprise, you didn’t move, didn't turn and flee. You stood, camera raised, finger pumping at the button, taking endless pictures documenting his emergence from the undergrowth. The camera only lowered when you peeked over the top of it and realised he was no more than ten feet away from her.

“Shit.” You hissed, letting your camera fall from your hands and hang around your neck. Spinning around, you began to run, stumbling over the uneven ground.

But you knew that you were half-assing this. You weren’t running as fast as you could, you weren't actively trying to escape. You were basically jogging along, listening to the thud of his footsteps draw closer and closer. This was all a ploy, a little game of cat and mouse. Jason liked to hunt, to pursue, and you were going to give him that. Let him have the pleasure of catching you, and then you’d see if you could change his mind about what he would do to you when he got his hands on you. As you lazily dodged trees, you felt the space between your thighs grow slick, both your panties and shorts beginning to bare damp patches.

It took only a few minutes before your hair was grabbed, jerking you to a halt. Before you could even take a peak at the huge form that was casting a shadow over you, the hand clenching your hair used your locks as a means to hurl you to the ground. The wind was knocked out of you with the impact, leaving you dazed for a moment. Regaining awareness, you flipped yourself onto your back so you could look up at the predator that had caught you.

The few pictures you’d seen of Jason did not do him any justice in terms of his height, you thought, mouth agape as you looked up at the tank of a man towering over you. You’d thought plenty about Jason’s size and how much bigger he would be than you, but now that he was looming over you, your innermost desires about his ability to toss you around and utterly destroy you with one hand alone were confirmed.

“Oh…looks like you caught me, huh?” You said, bold as brass, propping yourself up on your elbows. Your voice didn’t even quiver. It was as if you were talking casually to an acquaintance, rather than a murderer who could literally snap you in two. You wanted to tease him a bit, see if you could press the right buttons in his brain to get your sick desires fulfilled.

“Whatcha going to do to me now, hm, Jason?” You whispered. As you spoke, you spread your legs slightly, biting your lip. If your mind hadn't been so addled by adrenaline and obsession, you probably would have cringed at the pathetic neediness of your actions.

Jason cocked his head to the side at the mention of his name, much as a dog would do. His eyes locked onto yours, watching you with a mix of anger and interest. He thought for a few seconds about what you had asked, about the way you wasn’t screaming, begging, or attempting to escape. Something in his animal brain stirred.

Grabbing your arm, Jason yanked you up, nearly dislocating your shoulder in the process, then dragged you to the closest tree. You were ungraciously thrown against the trunk, rough bark tearing at your cheek and leaving a collection of scratches across your skin. Your heart thudded in your chest, pounding so loudly in your ears that you wouldn't have been able to make out anything Jason had to say if he were to speak. You giddy recollected the many hours you’d spent fantasising about this exact thing happening, and now it was actually going to happen. Or, at least, you hopped it was happening, and that Jason wasn't about to split your head open against the tree.

Fingers gripped the waistband of your shorts and tore them, scraps of denim falling to your feet. The thong you’d picked out oh-so-purposefully that morning got the same treatment. Your breath came out in ragged pants as you looked over your shoulder as Jason, watching him inspect your naked lower body. Leaning against the tree, you spread your legs wider, giving him a better view of your holes, letting him pick which one he wanted. He gave a huff of approval or interest. Your cunt clenched at his reaction, squeezing more slick out of you. He was killing you with how slowly he was going, taking his time to stare at the pink lips of your slit and the pucker of your asshole.

With his decision made, Jason unzipped his jeans, sliding them and his boxers down enough that he could pull his stiff cock out. He pumped it a few times, beckoning more blood into it. His cock matched his gargantuan size, both in length and girth. Considering that his hand, that was big enough that his fingers would be able to easily cage around your head and crush it, was just about able to close around his length, you knew that it was going to split you in two. A trickle of white pre-cum leaked from the crown, dripping onto the moss.

All you could do was stare, wide-eyed with terror and arousal, as he lined himself up with your hole. When the warmth of his pre-cum smeared against your opening, you twitched and clenched. Even your body seemed to have its doubts that the literal beast of a dick would fit without causing you major internal damage, and was trying to save itself from being pillaged by tightening up. Jason was having none of it, as he grabbed your hip with his free hand and steadied you, trapping you so that you couldn’t wriggle away as he pressed the tip of his cock into you.

A pained groan left your mouth as your entrance struggled to stretch around just the tip of his length, the pinkness of your lips becoming white as the flesh became taut. You took a shuddering breath in, leaning hard against the sturdy trunk of the tree, as your body reluctantly took on the oversized head of his dick. The hand on your hip curled into your flesh, nails catching on your skin. That was your only warning before Jason thrusted into you, cramming nearly all of his length into your velvety insides. It felt like his dick was never ending, filling up space inside your body that you were sure you didn't have, bulging out into your guts. The head hit your cervix and pressed hard against it, threatening to burst through it.

“Ha…fucking hell…I wonder if I’ve got…” You burbled out between pants, struggling to even breathe or speak, as if Jason’s cock had made its way up into your chest cavity and was crushing your lungs. You drooped your head between your arms to look at your body. A prominent bulge was settled in your lower belly, distending it. Jason shifted a little, pulling out then back in again, and you watched his movements appear through the flesh of your abdomen.

“H-holy hell…” You moaned, slightly mind blown that one of your biggest fantasies (aside from, you know, fucking Jason Voorhees) was right there in front of your eyes.

You didn't get much more of a chance to admire the outline of the massive cock pressing against your belly as Jason began to rut into you at a furious pass. You’d expected he’d have fucked in the same way he chased, slow and heavy, but he was surprisingly agile with his thrusts. Each time he sheathed himself inside you, his crown pressed thickly against your cervix and G-spot, not that Jason was aiming to make you cum. He was just chasing the high of being inside the hot, wet, vice-like grip of a cunt that was more than willing to take everything he could give it. It had been so long, maybe decades even, since he’d felt anything but his own cold hand around his cock, so the sensation of your pussy and the heat of your body felt like heaven to him. He let out grunts of pleasure as he slid himself nearly all the way out of your gaping hole, just the tip still encased in your warmth and wetness, and then slammed back into you, forcing your cunt to swallow a dick it was not naturally designed to take. The deep-rooted masculine need to pound and fill whichever hole welcomed it had taken hold of Jason.

Of course, even though Jason wasn’t aiming to make you cum or pleasure you in any way, that didn’t stop you from orgasming. The steady thud of his meaty cockhead against your cervix, paired with the strain of his girth stretching you open, drew an orgasm out of you relatively quickly. A crescendo of moans and begging reached its peak when you felt your stomach clench and the tension in your cunt snap. You were certain you had squirted, as you felt something warm and wet roll down your leg. Then again, it could have been blood from your pussy being torn by the savageness of how Jason’s cock speared you open. Everything was going hazy and blurry for you, as any ability to think rationally had been destroyed as soon as Jason had laid his hands on your flesh. You resigned yourself, clutching onto the tree trunk for support, barely able to keep yourself up as your legs trembled whilst you were pounded through one orgasm and into another.

Jason wasn’t sure how he felt about the noises you were making. They were similar to the screams and gurgles he’d pulled out of countless victims before, but there was no fear in the noises you were making. Still, they let him know he was doing something to you, and the way the muscles of your cunt tensed and relaxed around him confirmed that the something he was doing to you was probably good. Some part of him wanted to see your face, to see what expressions you were making.

Wrapping both hands around your waist, his fingers touching as he did so, Jason lifted you up, keeping you skewered on his cock. Still holding you, he flipped you over so you faced him. You let loose a squeal of pain and struggled pitifully when the ridges of his cock caught on the gummy walls of your cunt as he spun you around. Moving the pair of you closer to the tree, Jason pined you against the trunk with one hand under your breasts, holding you immobile by the ribcage. Panting, you gaped at him, still in shock after being rotated around and feeling his length definitely tear something inside you. His eyes met yours, and he stared for a moment, unblinking and devoid of any emotion, before he started pummelling at your cervix again. Fearing you’d fall or he’d lose his grip, you tried to wrap your legs around his waist, which only made you sink deeper onto his cock as you opened your entrance up more. His cock slid further into you, only stopping when he was sheathed balls deep in you. It literally felt like his cock was all the way up inside your chest, the tip nestled between your lungs.

Jason felt the pressure build low in his body, threatening to spill over with every passing second. His desperate rutting slowed as he drew out the process of bringing himself to completion. Each slide of his cock into you was accompanied by a sickening squelch, as your insides had coated his length with slick twice now. His breathing was heavy, rattling behind the mask, and his cock pulsed in time with each ragged breath, twitching in anticipation. Pressing himself as deep as he could without his tip breaking through the ring of your cervix, Jason emptied his load into you with heavy, hot spurts. You swear you could hear the filthy, wet gurgle of your hole being filled with the copious flood of seed, your womb swelling and cramping as it was flooded with the viscous fluid. Even with his length plugging your entrance, some cum escaped, trickling down the cleft of your ass.

You looked absently up at the masked man who had ravaged your hole, used you up like a cheap whore, your cock-drunk brain unable to form a single intelligent thought. He stared back as he casually slid his softening length out of you, leaving your pussy clenching around nothing and leaking a mix of his fluids and your own. His grip on your ribcage loosened, and you were dropped to the forest floor, where you lay, slumped against the trunk of the tree.

Exhausted, your vision went blurry, darkening at the edges as your ears buzzed with static. Before you fell unconscious, you saw the massive shadow of Jason pause and turn to look at you a last time before he trudged his way through the maze of trees and disappeared.

You awoke some time later, head spinning. It took a few moments before you remembered what the actual fuck had just happened to you. You fumbled about, searching for your camera, before realising it had stayed around your neck the whole time. Miraculously, it hadn't been crushed or really damaged at all, minus a smear of something covering the lens. You rubbed the smudge of god knows what off the glass before pulling the camera-strap over your head and holding the camera out in front of you. Smiling lopsidedly, your brain still not fully working after the whole ordeal, you snapped a picture of yourself leaning against the same tree Jason-motherfucking-Vorhees had fucked you against

#jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees x you #jason voorhees x female reader #jason voorhees smut #jason voorhees #friday the 13th #friday the thirteenth #jason voorhees fanfic #obligatory massive cock because jason is a big boy #slasher smut #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction

[geordikisser]

somethin’ stupid ( like i love you )

geordi x cutie | fluff , confessions , gn!reader

☆ a/n: little silly thing on how i imagine their confession to each-other :3 entertain me will you. i miss geordi rn. ☆

you held your cup of cocoa as geordi stands besides you. his eyes analyzing every detail of your face. the way your brows raised slight when you were being attentive towards details on the comically huge christmas tree, the way your lips were slightly drawn open showing your excited to the season. he adored analyzing you, he adored you. ‘pretty face, pretty eyes. pretty.’

geordi’s heart begins to pace as you smiled and turn to him. “you enjoying yourself, geordi?” you ask, holding your cup a little tighter. his heart racing as you caught him staring. ‘boy am i enjoying myself. i enjoy you, i enjoy being around you. i should tell them that.’ he gulps, suddenly looking away to the tree again. he opened his mouth to speak. “yeah,,, i’m enjoying myself.” he smiles awkwardly. he breaths in shakily, bracing to say it. “i enjoy being around you.” he admits, looking at you as he says that. your heart skips a beat, you never knew palms could sweat in 20° weather.

“i like being around you too, geordi.” you admit, just as bashfully. that same smile comfortably creeping on your face. ‘like?? you like?? fuck i’m turning red— like the movie? no!! i mean— yes technically but, focus geordi!!’ he chuckles as his eyes accidentally trace down to your lips, realizing what he has done— he quickly stares back up at you anxiously. his mind going a mile a minute, you can’t even attempt to keep up. you feel your head to ache as you stumble a bit. geordi, taken aback at this sudden reaction, holds you up. “h—hey,,!! it’s ok,,, is it ok?— are you ok?” he nervously stuttered out as you hold your cup tightly, making sure not to drop it

you nod reassuringly, looking a him with a weak smile. “think we can sit down?” you asked in a quiet tone. geordi looking around as he nods. “y—yeah of course,,! let’s go.” he returns a even sweeter smile as you two are met on the bench. you sipping your cocoa as he fidgets with his hands. you slipped out of his mind for this moment due to getting a migraine from the overwhelming usage of your power. you place your cup down onto the bench as you shakily sigh. “geo,,” you ask, looking up to him. he snaps his head to you, a little to quickly,, and hums, indicating he’s listening. “can i lean on you?” you ask, your heart for some reason pounding in its chest. you can tell with his eyes widening this shocked him and you can basically hear what he’s saying in his head.

‘on ME? they want to be on ME? i mean they can be on me if they want— GEORDI GOD FOCUS— i want them on me. i need them to want to lean on me. i want them. oh my god this is horrible, why am i like this? why do i think this. geordi, THINK. you ARE thinking dumbass,,, not LITERALLY??? ok literally but not like that LITERALLY.’

you grin to yourself to imagine his inner dialogue as he nods. a very shaky, ‘mHm’ slipping out as he nods. you lean upon him as he feels HIS hands sweating now,, he is enamored with your scent and his stomach is filled with butterflies. you fiddle with your sleeves as you feel the courage to admit something. “i,, listened to minnie riperton. the artist you wanted me to listen to.” you admit as he grins. “did you like her? she’s one of my favorite jazz artists.” you nod. “lovin’ you. that’s my favorite by her.” you hint subtly to him. he gulps as he clutches his fists slightly. “y—ya don’t say,,,” he sounds breathless, shaky. he sounds nervous. “geordi.” you say, firmly this time. his heart falls to his ass. “yeah?” he replied, in a soft low tone only you could hear.

“i like you.” you say, sitting up to look at him. he stares back, completely still. he looks like he got caught, a deer in headlights. his face is intensely redder than it was before. “i—,, i like you, geordi.” you stammer. you feel yourself go hoarse. you flush up as your eyes water. geordi is so shocked, he doesn’t speak he just,, he looks as if he’s trying to come up with something. “wow—,, i.” he starts as he looks away. tears begin to slip, practically turning into icicles as they. as he looked back to you and noticed you were crying. he literally jumped as he wiped them away. “oh my goodness, cutie—!! i’m so sorry.” he stumbles on his words as you look away, embarrassed to admit something so stupid like that that. “m-no,,, i’m sorry,,” you sniff as you cover your face. “i spoiled it all.” you hic softly, falling into his arms shamelessly. “that was stupid, i’m sorry. you don’t need ti say anything.” you sob softly.

you never put yourself out there like that. you, constantly bared knowledge and it saved you from stuff & experiences like this. but geordi was so unpredictable & impressionable. you never gotten the experience you needed to prepare yourself for this and nor do you read social cues as well as the next guys. you were different, geordi knew this and that’s what allured him. he is different just like you and found solace in it, he resonated with it. he grabs your hands and calls your name. “look at me.” he demands in a sweet tone, a comforting one you remember. you look up as his eyes are just as watery as yours. you felt bad immediately as you stutter out apologies as you hold his hands tighter.

geordi shushes those apologies away as he shakes his head. “no— cutie. i like you too.” he smiles, you immediately stopping in your tracks. the final tears spilling down your face as you let go of his hands and give him a big hug, snuggling closely into him. as you two lay in the arms of another, staining each-others backs with tears. you pull away with a big smile, “you like me too?” like you won the lottery. he nods with a goofy smile as you just lean your forehead on his, tears spilling on equal parts. “oh geordi,,,! you had me worried sick. i felt so embarrassed.” you admit, sniffling softly. “i know,, im sorry!! i—i was caught by surprise,,” he giggled as you two make eye contact within this close space. the silence a comfortable one, your hands around his neck as his laid upon your sides.

“you like me.” his hand slips up to your face. “and i like you.” he caresses your face. “we like each-other.” he purrs, giggles as you push him away, laughter filling up each-others ears. he looks away for a second then back to you. he calls your name, grabbing your attention. “will you be my partner?” he asked, popping the question. “of course, geordi,, will you be my boyfriend?” you ask, following up his question. “id love to.” he sighs, holding you closely.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted geordi #redacted cutie #gender neutral reader #gn reader

[skinandruins]

beg for it chapter two

crying my eyes out rn rip my old account

chapter two

There's a stillness around the campfire, the mist darkens and the fog consumes them.

She cant even lie, finding the odd amount of marijuana in the forests near the campfire felt like a good idea, it had been weeks since she had last been taken so the odds of her being taken today honestly couldn't be that high right?

She liked the calmness that tolled from it, the enveloping warmth that surrounded her. The way her shoulders relaxed into the high. If anything it was almost a miracle to find any type of drug around her but a serum in a half decent med-kit gifted by the entity and weed? She was blessed by the gods. Rolled with pages from a bible and card.

But now she almost wishes she had listened to Dwight and Claudette’s warning, last time she had indulge herself with something she had put them all at risk , half drunk stumbling into generators and fucking up with wires, after stealing She was pretty much hooked straight away. Arrived to camp with a pit of regret and a hangover.

But this time was different. She was slower, more paranoid and in a fit of giggles.

Claudette turned to her as she stumbled into the elementary school “don't try with the generators, just hide got it? I'll come for you when we're finished” and with that she left her to her own devices.

She wandered at first, crouching and taking in her new environment. She heard them get to work and the pained cries that had left there raspy throats, when she ventured to their aid there wasn’t anybody there, half stupidly thinking they had been rescued already.

She felt herself be watched moments at a time, but whenever she had looked back nobody had been there, convincing herself it had been the weed this whole time. She stayed in the same place .

She played around in the classrooms, drawing on chalkboards with the stubs, as she heard a generator be fixed, then smashed then fixed again, she sprawled out on the chair leaning into her arms and almost welcoming sleep. Reading through damp picture books and stealing things from lockers. She couldn’t hear the footsteps, nore the entities overly aggressive way of telling her to fight! To fight back dammit i want to see you struggle, stupid , stupid girl.

She waited and waited till no one came.

Her heart thumps and pounds let me out! and her feet are so heavy they don't leave the ground. They scrape along the tiles so slowly, she can feel the air leave her throat as she's forced to the ground, a weight against her back. She melts into the cold ceramic, her face scratching along the broken shards. And she can't even convince herself to fight back, so she lays in the stillness, aching to be over and done with

Calve into me quickly! Let me bleed out fast i beg of you!

To arrive back to camp with a pinch on the cheek and a hug for good measure.

“Didn't feel like playing today?” he whispers, he's such a talker this one, never shutting up.

Her eyes half closed and he pulls her head back to look back at him.

“Your high? Fucking hell,” and he laughs, its gut wrenching, it welcomes his whole body. His head is thrown back so hard she can make out the colour of his skin. Her head drops to the floor and she feels the white heat of it thump against her skull.

“I'm in a bit of a predicament arnt i?” and he slows, his resting foot put to the ground as he lifts her up onto her feet, she doesn't struggle as he grips her wrists in a savage grip.

“I killed all of your friends” he pulls her along and she stumbles.

“I thought so, you've been here too long chatting” she grunts.

“I like it when you put up a fight, aren't you gonna try?”

She shrugs,”why give you the satisfaction, i just wanna sleep anyway”

A number of calculations go through his head, if she listened close enough she could hear him tick ”let’s play a game, get to the hatch before me and you can go, don't? And you'll put up a fight while I gut you like a pig, I'll even tell you where it is!”

She feels the hard gaze against her. The loosening grip.

“You promise?”

He spreads out his arm pointing east.

She legs it, he trails behind her ,she's quick on her feet and she sprints down stairs, staggering after every step, hitting every creak in the floor boards she almost smiles when she sees it, half open, it calls her so sweetly. It draws every inch of her body in, she can almost taste it on her tongue. The freedom, the smell of the campfire

And she's falling Head over heels, she hears the laugh behind her, so close to her she can almost feel him breathing into her ear , she's crawling , and she touches the hatch before it's slammed down by a boot.

It starts off as a low grumble from his throat, it's taunting and twisted, and she cries as it becomes louder it rocks into her body as he cackles. She's up on her knees eyebrows furrowed, he's half bent over engulfed in explosive laughter and he almost wants to point at her and giggle like a child.

“You fucking tripped” and she can feel his gaze against her it burns into her cheeks and trails down to her knees, freshly scratched, bruised and bloody.

Her nose crinkles, and her cheeks heat against the dampness of tears , she can't look away from him.

“i touched the hatch and you closed it, i got here before you” there's a whimper” and you promised”

He shakes his head.”no i didn't, i didn't say anything about a promise doll”

“B-But you-”

“But, but what? you're so helpless, go on call for your daddy, say help!help!please don't hurt me! I'll do anything, I want to hear you beg for it!" he’s kneeling onto her level legs spread and palms touching his thighs.

"Please" she almost reaches for his leg, she almost prays to a god, any that will listen, but there is no god here and certainly nothing that will listen to her. Her clammy hands together clasped so hard nails bite into her flesh, they pale.

"Please what?" his hand runs against her cheek slippery with the tears.

"Ghostface?"she looks up at him and he sees the tears that gather in her eyes so close to bursting

"nuh’ uh" he tuts, she can feel him smile, the mask rising with his cheeks and her brows soften her face stills.

"da-you freak" her mouth widens with shock " you're getting off on this. You want me to call you- oh my god, it makes sense now , your always so touchy and you only really talk to me, always breathing down my neck, you want to fuck me!" she pants, rising from the floor, arms folded.

He stands back half amused, half annoyed he's not getting what he wants "finally, I've been hinting about this for fucking ages, come on doll, I never give you a hard time, always letting you go so easy, I like the chase what can I say?"

“You know what, just do whatever you want, kill me i don't care” she shrugs and lies down on the dirty floor, she seeps into the earth and melts away.

“you’re going to put up a fight”

“No”

He frowns under the mask, the cold knife in hand, he's angry, he's really angry.

He's not in a playful mood anymore and usually she would be scared, she would run, she would hide, she would beg for mercy. But she still lays, arms folded, eyes closed.

“I said , you are going to put up a fight for me” and his knife trails along her cheek, it bites into flesh and she tries her hardest to lay completely still. She does not falter.

“No” she says it again and his knife is running down into her lips. She swallows the saliva, and the bile that rises. His knife does not press this time but hooks under her top lip to part her mouth. She bites down and it grazes over her teeth but she still doesn't falter.

“Stubborn bitch” the knife presses into her lips and her teeth pull apart quickly, the knife sits on her tongue and she just wants to make a move but her body feels numb, too high to do anything. beads of blood pull into her mouth.

She tastes the iron blood or the steel of the knife she doesn't know, and still she lays as he presses it flat to her tongue and drags it out.

“Run” her eyes widen, and he pulls her up by the throat,”fucking run” its an order she doesn’t want to ignore. Her feet are far ahead of her choices as she finds herself running down hallways and vaulting herself through windows she crouches at every step that isn't hers and she works quickly on generators that are half finished. She hides under tables and in empty toilet stalls.

Her heart thumps with every choice she makes.

Then she hears it, she can feel it, the eyes and the heaving breathing that runs down her spine harshly in the hallway.

Every hair stands up on her body and she stands to greet him, head held high, eyes wide like a deer in headlights.

He's challenging her, she knows it, the knife hidden away or discarded she doesn't know.

Nobody moves and he nods at her, in a manner that say // come on now, i dare you//

He wants a fight, and he won't go down without one.

So slowly she steps up to him, he smiles under the mask. She takes steps like a cat, ready to pounce.

Yet she kneels. Her head drops, her hand reaches for his chest and a guttural cry rings out from her throat.

“End me, i beg off you” her hand trails to his thigh and grips the material.

“Go on, beg some more”

Her eyes stare at him, it's like he's mask less, they find his eyes through the darkness.

“Kill me already, i cant- i cant do this anymore, gut me like a fish, slit my throat, do it do it quickly, please”

“Please what?”

”Please” she smiles as the entity is playful as it whispers to her. ”Danny”

His hand is at her throat in a matter of seconds and it pulls her towards the desk, she coughs and splutters over the grip he holds over her. Her front is slammed down and she struggles as her hands are grabbed and held towards her back. She feels the cool air on her ass and he slaps her.

“Stupid bitch”

She laughs and feels rope tighten around her wrists. Flipped back around her head knocked to the side, white heat that spreads around her cheeks, she groans and spits blood at him. Before chuckling again.

“Danny, danny, danny”

His hand is at her throat again and yet she leans into his grip.

It tightens and he parts her legs with his own; she feels the air bite into her skin as her skirt lifts, his gloved fingers running down her thighs.

“You still wanna fuck then” her knee grazes his crutch and she can just about feel him hard.

His fingers approach her cunt, she falls into his touch, eyes closed. As they run along her damp underwear. His other hand grips her hair tightly it burns her scalp and she whines as he ignores every burning inch of her body. He pulls away and she sighs.

He undoes his loose black cargos. The zipper sliding as he reveals his bulge, its clothed in black boxers hard to make up in the darkness of the classroom.

His fingers graze her teeth and she bites and pulls the glove from his hand. He thumbs her lips and the red mark left from the knife and she smiles, it's not sweet, it's mischievous, he wants her to hurt, he wants her pain.

His hands run over her clothed pussy before pulling at the waistband of her pants he lifts her hips in certainty and pulls the material down her legs, she kicks them off, He slides his boxers down and she marvels at him.

He pinches at her thighs,

She's squirming under his touch. Exhaling hot breath. As he touches her harshly, coating his bare hands in her wetness and covering his cock. He pulls her waist towards him pumping into his hand before he slides in to her quickly there is no time to catch her breath.No time to adjust to the thickness of his dick.

he plummets quickly, Her skin catching on the rough material of his cargos.

Hitting all the most sensitive spots in her cunt, she groans, whines even. He's a sick sick man.

“please, please daddy” she grunts and then she laughs, she laughs through it all her face snotty and raw from tears

She's laughing on his cock, and he doesn't know why?

Theres vice grip around her throat and he doesn't give a shit about any derived pleasure she's getting. He chases it, chases his orgasms from the warmth of her body. Doesn't give a shit if she chokes on her spit or cum’s.

Her arms ache, and she's turned around once again her body pulled by her aching arms.

Too fast, too good. She almost brain dead every inch of her body on fire from his touch

His cold hand tightening on her throat again, her vision spotting yet she grinds into his cock. He almost laughs, she's enjoying herself. Her head rests against his shoulder, feet just brushing against the floor as she's held by her waist and throat.

“Fucking slut” he shouts, his pace slowing as her body temples against his own. He could come right there in the tightness of her cunt but he pulls out coming on her ass the entity wouldn’t spare a child.

Her vision blurs and he lets go of her throat. She tumbles head first into the table. Helpless like a doe learning to walk. He pulls her back around to sit on the table, her legs ache and so does her core. She stares, her wrists itch but she doesn't dare beg for their release.

“Is that what you wanted to hear, Danny?” she asks, her head tilts to the side.

His hand reaches for her cheeks again but this time it's soft?

“You remember my name” his touch stops and it reaches for his mask.

remembered? the past had been misty for her, there wasn't much she could remember but feelings of betrayal and revenge that had followed her.

His mask is pulled off and her eyes are tightly shut.

“Open your eyes,” his hands press into her face. “Open your eyes dammit!”

They open slowly and pause at the floor. His hand tilts her chin up in a bruising grip. And she stares at him. He's pale. Dark hair and eyes and a scar that runs down from his forehead to under his eye, she almost wishes she could reach for it.

She racks her brain but nothing comes to her” i don't know you, just your name”

“Yes you do, you know me”

She shakes her head, “no i don't”

“Remember me, go on, remember”

“ I don't know you”

“Leave”

She's shocked, her eyes wide at the order, his hands slide to the rope, yet she’s still seconds after it's undone.

“FUCKING LEAVE”

And she runs, runs to the hatch.

The fog consumes and takes and takes.

She is as safe as can be.

Eyes wide, shell shocked she stands in front of the warmth of the fire, it had been hours since they had seen her.

Claudette’s arms fall around her shoulders and her head bumps her own

“What did he do?”

“He let me go,” she smiles.

She is left questioning.

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[sarahmysweetie]

hi! could you write Rafe with a female reader who has a learning disability in math?? I can't find any fic's like that and I need some serious fluff rn.

Math test

Rafe Cameron x reader with dyscalculia

Thank you so much for the request! I did a lot of research about learning disabilities and dyscalculia before writing this, so i hope i did it right.

Tw: swearing, maybe a panick attack

So the reader is in college, and Rafe is helping her study.

"Okay Y/n, let's start easy. What is seven times seven?" Rafe is holding a flashcard. We are sitting on the couch in his livingroom. My legs are resting in his lap as i throw my head back in frustration against the sofa cushion. "I hate multiplying!" i groan. Rafe smirks and i can see that he is thinking about something pervy. "Shut up Rafe."

"Argh, it's so simple!" I try to count with my fingers but mess up. "Okay sweetie let's try this, you know what's five times seven?" Rafe asks me. "35! I always remember that for some reason," i answer, exited cause i got something right. "Good job, write that down", Rafe instructed. I write it down as Rafe asks me another question: "And what's two times seven?" I think for a moment and then answer: "14." Rafe smiles. "Good, write that under the 35." I do what he says and realize it. "Ohh i know this", i say as i solve the calculation. I write 49 on the paper and smile. "Good job sweetie", Rafe hugs me and kisses my head. I sigh. "Can we cuddle now?"

I can feel Rafe's heartbeat as i'm laying on the couch with him. Our legs are tangled together and my ear is pressed against his chest. "When Miss Green moved me to the easier math group, i thought that it meant that it was easy. I can't even solve simple calculations", i complain. Rafe kisses my nose. "I feel so dumb", i say, tears forming in my eyes. "Hey hey, you're not dumb, don't say that", Rafe pulls me tighter against his body. "You have dyscalculia and you can't control that", he strokes my back. "I'm gonna fail the math test", i complain again. Rafe looks at me. "Well, If u do, u can always try again", he says and squeezes my hand. I smile at him and nuzzle my face into his chest.

"You can turn your papers now", the teacher says. I turn the paper around and write my name on it. You got this y/n. It's just a stupid math test. I start roaming the paper with my eyes. First problem. Wtf is this? I'll leave it for last, let's look at the next problem. The next one is equally hard. I try to find an easy one, but suddenly my head is empty. I can't remember anything we practiced with Rafe. I feel my breathing getting harder. My heart is pounding in my chest as hot tears sting my eyes. I get up from the chair, grab my backpack and rush out from the classroom. I can hear the teacher yelling after me but i'm too busy focusing on my breathing.

I run outside and sit on one of the benches. I know that Rafe is at home working with his dad but i text him anyways. I tell him where i am and what happened. After maybe five minutes his car drives to the school yard. He runs to me and sits next to me hugging me tight. "I-i don't know what happened, i swear i tried", i stutter in between tears. "Shh, shh i know sweetie i know", Rafe whispers. "Let's get home", he says. "But what about school?" i ask wiping my tears. "Fuck school", Rafe says and smiles. He helps me up and holds my hand as we walk to his car. I sit on the front seat and he starts the car. He keeps his hand on my thigh for the whole drive to home. He tells me about the lasagne Rose has made and that we can stop to buy ice cream. I smile and look at him. "I love you Rafey."

"I love you too sweetie."

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[ranalatus]

IM SCREAMING AND ON MY KNEES RN LITERALLY THANK TOU SO MUCH childe suffer challenge 🤗🤗

funny but do you think like hydro users could produce mist? and images onto the mist?? because if so imagine that + signora. im deviously laughing rn. OR OR imagine stupid scaramouche drowning in indescribable emptiness because of him realizing theres nothing he can do in this position, he cant even throw his hissy fits 😭😭

OR THEM HAVING A LITTLE MEETING TALKIJG SHIT. "rhey are so annoying." "ihate them." then jts just "hate who?" HAHAHAHA farts

NAHHH I LOVE THE MEETING IDEA LMFOAAJDBDB IMAGINE SCARAMOUCHE JUST STARING INTO NOTHING, FEELING LIKE A HOLLOWED OUT DOLL WHILE THE OTHERS TALK SHIT ABOUT YOU BCS YET AGAIN YOU MANAGED TO GAIN THE RIGHTS TO THE PLANS THE HARBINGERS THEMSELVES SUGGESTED TO THE TSARITSA

I hope you don't mind me taking creative liberties of your harbinger torture methods bcs I LOVE them sm

spoilers - Signora's backstory (??), Scaramouche's backstory

warnings: mentions of war, blood, manipulative reader, reader is the bad guy, reader is very much the bad guy

There's nothing but the smell of blood filling her nose, nothing but the remains of war flooding her vision. Signora feels nothing but dread as she relives the times of war from back when she was still a normal, regular maiden of Mondstadt

She hates it. She hates it so, so much

A faint chuckle echoes from beyond all the yells of other people, people who were rescuing the dead bodies. It was a cold laugh, not fitting the cries of family members who lost their loved one in the war

Her hand gently grazes the face of her beloved, the face bloodied and unrecognizable thanks to the battle he fought

Her hand passed through the mist

Mist. Of course

How could she forget? You have hydro vision users on your side. Hell, you have everyone on your side

She clenches her fist. A long time ago, you had her on your side as well

This is but another attempt at taming her, another attempt at getting her back on your side after she, in your words, went berserk

“My dear ember, do you see it now?” The illusion of her husband melts away, and she has to hold herself back from clutching it close to her chest. Her re-opened wounds burns in your hands, as you grab her chin and make her look at you. As you force her to look into your cold, dead eyes under the facade of comfort and warmth

“You are nothing without me. I gave you everything, and I can so easily take it all away too. Now let's stop being defiant, you'd look so much better under my control anyway, ember.”

You're smiling. You're smiling and everything is going your way. You're smiling and you have everyone and their weaknesses wrapped around your fingers like you're holding a marionette's strings

Scaramouche isn't anticipating the moment you find out his identity. His weakness

Because at this point, it's no longer a matter of if, but of when

He can't even shake in fear, he can't even cry. No, he can only sit still like a good doll and wait until you finally find the secret he's hiding. Wait until you untangle his puppet strings and bring him back to life

He doesn't want to. Back then, he used to wish for someone to use him, for him to have a purpose

He doesn't want you to give him that purpose

He's always been stubborn, easily angered and easy to tease. That's what you made him to be, after all. Even without you controlling him, you wrote out his fate and destiny with your tongue

He let you control his image. He let you control his favor

“Balladeer,” A familiar voice. He looks to the side, finding the grinning face of your servant. He can't remember his name, all he remembers is that he stuck faithfully and loyally to your side even from back when you had no power in the palace. “My master is calling for your presence.”

His heart, he doesn't even have one, pounds roughly against his chest. There is a knowing glint in your servant's eyes, and he swears he can see your foggy figure behind your servant with the same knowing grin on your face

He let you control his everything but he can't, he doesn't want you to control his life

But it's no longer his choice, is it? The moment you stepped foot into this castle all those years ago, shivering and begging for help, the lives of it's inhabitants ended up in your hands

Now, they have to live exactly how he has all these years. Empty, hollow puppets

— Ehe fatui!reader lore

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[sebsxphia]

all i can say is that enemies to somewhat lovers with hangman is such a good trope.

jake always fucking you over on training exercises but once he realised he has feelings for you, he'd be by your side if you got injured.

plus i can just imagine him coming to your home to apologise for all the shit he's done to you bc of the stupid rivalry you had with each other in college.

enemies to lovers just is hangman’s trope. i won’t be taking questions on this!!!!

one day when he takes his bickering and jabs at you too far, he’s coming to your home, standing in the pouring rain and confessing his love for you. “you make me so mad, all the time. but you also make my heart pound and my palms sweaty. i just wanted to apologise for everything. i can’t bear the thought of loosing you.”

giggling and screaming rn!!!

thank you so much for this dear anon!! 💌

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[biographydivider]

For the fanfic ask! 2 and 16?

More from Answers from the 35 Questions for Fanfiction Writers! ✨

2. ...alright. I'll tell you the real answer because you're all my Internet Encanto Friends. I write fanfiction because most of what's going on in my life is super stressful rn (amazing in places! But busy and stressful) and the only thing I know how to do is Write and this stupid, raging, heart-pounding Bruno crush won't go away and Disney gave me a cast of amazing characters to play with so I basically write fic to give me something to do instead of have anxiety attacks at night about deadlines or work or The World. That’s why you get a new fic nearly every week, haha!

16. I love a bit of Enemies to Lovers. I just finished a brilliant book called I Kissed Shara Wheeler (by the author of Red, White and Royal Blue) that handles the trope in a really interesting way.

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