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teyamsilly · 4 months

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Hey bby! I’m just gonna come on here to request because I love the way you write Neteyam it has me kicking me feet oml.

Can you write a fic where metkayina reader has healing powers that are gifting by eywa, and she uses them to save Neteyam during the final battle? you can decide their dynamic and relationship if u want. if not that’s okay u can ignore this xx

don't blame me

pairing neteyam x metkayina! fem reader summary you were always rational, calm, and gentle. like eywa blessed you with all her tranquility. you always knew you had a purpose in life and that was to be a healer, the next tsahik. the great mother gave you the gift to do so and you never went against death because you knew it was meant to be. but what happens when the person you deared most has his door knocking by death? tags & warning reader has healing powers, reader is tonowari & ronal's eldest daughter, only younger than neteyam by 3 months, lots of descriptions than dialogue (bare with me pls), blood, hints of death index paysyul [water lily], tsaheylu [bond/neural connection] word count 1.6k

teyamsilly speaking ✩ there will be two more parts to this: part two & an alternate ending! there's more descriptions in the beginning describing reader, then reader and neteyam's relationship. dialogue will come later on! hope you'll like it <3

PART ONE | PART TWO | ALTERNATE ENDING

How Ronal found out she was pregnant with you was magical to her. She didn't have any problems with giving birth and it wasn't painful at all. She felt as if she was having trouble breathing and questioned whether there were troubles since you weren't weeping and crying the moment you were born. But to her surprise, your eyes glowed a brighter shade of blue momentarily as you gave her a wide gummy smile.

She knew you were gifted ever since your injuries would heal themselves. She took it as a sign from Eywa that you were next in line for Tsahik, that you would interpret her will.

The tasks given to you came naturally for you. You've executed the duties of a Tsakarem excellently, not only that, you were loved by the clan. You were always rational, calm, and gentle like the great mother blessed you with all her tranquility.

Ronal had never thought that your gift could be extended to another living thing. One time, a few ilu's came back injured from escaping an akula. They filled the water arround them with blood, screeching for help. Immediately, you went to them and cried like you could feel their pain.

As you created tsaheylu with one, your hands gently carressed the chopped fin with tears slipping from your eyes. You surprised everyone when you took your knife and made a deep cut on your palm, then placed it on the ilu's open wound. The skin covered itself.

However, your gift came with a price. Using your blood meant losing your blood, it resulted you to lose consciousness from the loss of blood. Tonowari and Ronal decided that your ability to heal others should never be used again, so you didn't.

Your mothers next words would ring in your head everytime you see an injured na'vi or animal: "She protects the balance of life. She does not take sides. What happens is meant to happen, ma'ite."

Neteyam Sully knew you were one of a kind when he saw you pass through crowd effortlessly with curious eyes as you observed each of his family when they arrived at Awa'tlu. Your eyes were nothing like he had ever seen before. Jewelled blue eyes that seemed to shimmer with every tilt of your head. He couldn't stop his tail from jouncing gently when your eyes met. He was sure that your eyes glowed before it's shine died.

When he heard the story from Tsireya of your birth and your miracle powers, he was at awe. It was obvious that you were in sync with Eywa and her creatures. And the way you walked, hips swayed, looked so graceful. It didn't surprise him that Kiri was quick to be cosy with you as she loves nature just as much.

Neteyam never had the opportunity to have a proper conversation with you since you are never present in their lessons because of your duties. The only time the two of you had a proper interaction was when Tsireya introduced them to you. When his name rolled of your tongue, he felt like he was in a trance with how soft your voice was.

Your smile was something he would never get tired of, ever. Since then, whenever you two made eye contact, you just smiled at each other. He would sometimes stare at you with the intention of being caught. When you noticed him looking at you, he flashed you a boyish grin and tilted his head. Blood would rush to your cheeks making you look away. You swore you could hear his chuckle.

Neteyam would look for you after lessons, but you were always snatched away with another duty whenever he would try to make his move. But you couldn't be that busy, would you? Unless you were actively avoiding him. Tsireya would reassure him that you were being kept busy with your mother and how your attention was always needed in the healers' marui.

Lo'ak would suggest jokingly (not really) that he should get injured on purpose just to feel the carress of your hands touching his skin whilst adding smooching sound effects to tease him. Kiri would smack the back of his head afterwards for his stupid idea. Neteyam felt even more stupid for considering his brother's words.

Until the opportunity rose itself. Ao'nung held a small gathering– a party as Lo'ak called it– that night for na'vi his age. It was kept hidden from the adults because he knew that his parents would never approve of this, especially when he brought alcohol that he shouldn't be drinking because he is not of age yet.

You, the golden child of Ronal and Tonowari, never told on him. You loved how you get to worry about your tasks for a while and being surrounded with your peers.

Neteyam couldn't take his eyes off you. You were glowing, you always were, but it felt different for him today. You were smiling with your group of friends until one of them nudged your arm and pointed his direction. He quickly looked away and acted as if he was staring at the fire that served as the gathering's source of light. He scolded himself internally for acting like a coward. All the courage he collected to speak to you just left him.

"Neteyam?"

The forest boy spun around too quickly for his liking with his eyes wide. Your name stuttered from his lips.

You chuckle, "Hi. Are you enjoying yourself?"

He nodded, "I did not think Ao'nung had such drinks." He shook the wooden cup on his hands before looking at you. It seems to be his most favourite thing to do, just having you in his line of vision.

"Hmm… my brother does not have the knowledge for this. To make a drink like this, you have to take paysyul that lives outside the reef. Take the petals off and then squeeze the ovary."

Neteyam's eyebrows furrowed, then it relaxed when he realised. He scoffed as a smirk presented on his lips. "This is your doing? That is impossible."

You laughed, "How come?"

"Because you…" He stared at you with adoration, his smile never leaving his lips. And since then, Neteyam knew you were full of surprises. He was driven to get to know you even more.

Everyone started to notice how close the two of you have gotten. Imagine the surprise Kiri and Lo'ak had when the eldest Sully child didn't come for their lesson and found him with you instead. He stayed with you in the healers' marui just to spend time with you.

They would notice how Neteyam's hand would rest on your lower back as you two would walk around Awa'tlu. How your gaze would linger on him longer. How one of your accessories consist materials from the forest. How Neteyam would intertwine your hands together to pull you away from something. How Neteyam's tail would swish excitedly at the sight of you.

Everyone noticed it.

Your time with Neteyam made you think that his arrival here was not a coincidence but destined by the Great Mother herself. You cant imagine living your life without Neteyam anymore. He somehow made a permanent mark in your life and you cant move on from something strong like that.

Maybe this excuses your reckless behaviour. Maybe this is why Neteyam met you, because you could save him. Maybe it's why you didn't hesitate to sit beside his panting figure, reaching for his kuru immediately when you spotted the wound on his chest that didn't stop bleeding.

"Save him, please!" Lo'ak begged. Your eyes remained on his kuru, tears flowing out of your eyes endlessly. "I know this is a big move, a-and I know there could be consequences. But please save my brother, please," he croaked out.

His cry for help was unnecessary because you knew you would do it either way. The boy you love is dying in front of you. The sight of him scared and panicked, panting for breath made you sob.

Jake watched with curious eyes as you created tsaheylu with his son. He's heard stories of your 'powers' but never seen them first hand. He remembered from Tonowari that healing any living creauture with your ability was dangerous, therefore was never used again. Yet he couldn't bring himself to stop you not when you could save his first child.

This was not how the bond should feel like, it was not how you wished for it to happen. You could only feel the pain on his chest and how his body is struggling to breathe for air. Neteyam could feel himself losing it, and you felt it too. You quickly took his dagger, tearing the skin of your palm apart making the wound deep.

Blood gushed out immediately as you pressed your hand against his wound immediately. You groaned feeling your energy being taken away from you. Neteyam stopped struggling for air, his eyes starting to feel heavy,

Lo'ak panicked at this. "What? What's wrong?"

"It's okay, he will live," Tsireya reassured. She watched how the eldest Sully fall into slumber, his chest now heaving up and down peacefully. The girl noticed how your body started to lean forward, eyes unfocused. She gasped when your eyes rolled back as you fell unconscious. "Sister!"

Jake caught your body before it could fall over on Neteyam. He and Tsireya gently laid your body beside your now muntxatan. Tsireya separated both of your kuru slowly.

Her eyebrows furrowed when the freckles on your cheeks started flickering on and off. The cut you made on your skin isn't healing. The wind arround them passed strongly. Your body turned pale, but heart still beating.

Eywa gave you a gift, but it came with a price.

#divider by cafekitsune #✰ : remi.resources.#avatar the way of water #avatar fanfiction #avatar twow #neteyam sully #neteyam fanfiction #neteyam fluff #neteyam x metkayina!reader #neteyam imagine #neteyam x reader #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam angst

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rheiple · 4 months

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Attention Seeker

-OneShot

▪︎SUMMARY↦ Why is he following and helping you around with every chance he gets?

▪︎WARNING/s↦ None

▪︎CHARACTER/s↦ Eclipse, Reader

▪︎AUTHOR'S NOTE↦ Gago ang tagal ko nang hindi nagsusulat,, well anyways this the Eclipse wanting reader's attention, the first thing I needed to do at the poll.

I'm not really satisfied with the out come, but I wanted to post it not instead of letting it rot in my notes, and also I might not do the other fics I've planned at the poll, if i did write them then its gonna be for a long time

I've noticed that whenever i write, when I'm passionate about something I noticed that my writing looks good(?)

But when I force myself to write its basically shit, and this Fic is probably one of the few sjit fics I've written

So yea I hope you don't mind

“…It’s really dark in here.. Mind if you shine your eye lights over here bud?”

The sound of metal clinking represents the movement of your very tall and lanky companion. With it’s big bright eyes, you’re able to be see the injured Helpy trying to move it’s way towards a vent.

Here in the storage room, it’s very hard to move and see with how many piled stuff are stored in this small room. You’re surprised that He managed to cramp himself inside here.

Eclipse, your ‘new' friend has been tagging along with you ever since your shift has started.

You don’t really know why- or maybe you do. Perhaps it’s because he’s still new with his surroundings in this Pizza Plex. Couldn’t really blame him, and it’s not like you mind his company anyways. You just found it a little strange.. and maybe cute.

You went to carry the small bear in your arms, you heard a little hiss coming from the taller one. You eyed him as you put Helpy on a table.

Noticing you making eye contact with him, he grinned from ear to ear, he lets out a creepy glitchy giggle. It’s like he’s drunk on something.

Honestly though, you want to have a taste with whatever he’s drunk with. It’d be a good stress reliever for at the moment. But oh well, no matter, you have at least 30 minutes until it’s your break time. You could pull this through.

Just like what you keep saying to yourself for the previous days.

Holding the hammer up high, you gave Helpy a little warning. Knowing he’s been given the ability to feel pain and all. It’s creepy and sad knowing this bot's cursed ability is used to train newbies. You also wondered how on earth are they able to program that.

“All right Helpy, I’m not gonna sugarcoat this and tell you it’s gonna hurt just a little. It’s actually gonna hurt really bad but I need you to be brave for me ok?”

He's shaking, but he nodded his head.

“…Ok, on the count of one… two…”

You aimed the hammer a little close to his knee.

“And…Three-"

Eclipse hold the back of the hammer.

“Wha- Eclipse? What’s wrong?”

He gently took the hammer out of your hand. His other hand softly patting your head.

And immediately slammed it on baby bear bear's knee.

“OH MY GOD!”

While Helpy screamed because of the sudden pain, you screamed in fright because of how loud and painful Helpy's scream is. Eclipse took care of the situation by putting some kind of mask that emits special smoke to calm him down, and put a bandaid on his knee.

His other hand went to give him a lollipop.

You only looked at him flabbergasted. And he only smiled at you.

“Work is over.. Break now..”

One of his hands took yours and led you to the cafeteria.

Well this is humiliating.

You ignore the stares of your co-workers, glaring at them if they ever so much as chuckled at your current predicament.

He held the spoon filled with fried rice and chicken, the lunch you packed for yourself and tried to feed you. He’s making you look like a baby god dammit! You glared right up at him and gently smacked away the spoon. “Eclipse, you’re kinda making me look like a fool here…”

The celestial robotic tilted its head, he slowly brought back the spoon close to your mouth. His other hand holding your chin, trying to pry your mouth open. “…ahh”

You took a grip on his hand and lowered it down where he couldn’t reach your chin once again. He didn’t seem to mind, as he gladly took your hand and intertwined it with his slim fingers instead. He began to rub your hand with his thumb as best as he could.

With a sigh, you took the spoon and placed it on your lunch box. You look at Eclipse and hold his other hand. His rays slowly started moving at the initiated contact. “Look man..” You start off, letting out your thoughts and feelings was really hard for you. You’ve never thought you’d even do it to someone like Eclipse, considering he probably doesn’t know the most of what your saying unless you explained it but.. At least he had sympathy, you wouldn’t be able to find that in most people nowadays. That’s probably why you feel safe sharing your thoughts and feelings to him.

“Eclipse…You know I really really appreciate you helping me around stuff n all but. I kind of feel like you’re just… Babying me at this point.”

He emits a low mechanical whine, you could feel the slight tightness of his hands. “…Not intentional.. wanted to help you… get work done…”

“Awwe, thanks buddy.” You gently squeezed his hands and did the same thing Eclipse did with your hand earlier. “…But are you sure that’s the only reason? I noticed that.. You’ve been a little passive aggressive with the other bots.. Whenever I focus on them instead of you.”

With your confrontation, he looks to the side and whistled out some playful toons.

You confirmed that being rough with Helpy earlier was intentional on his part.

You let go of his hands to put yours on your hips. Giving him the all knowing stare, you called to him in a accusing manner. He only grinned widely at the mention of his name. You guessed that scaring a robot wouldn’t really work considering with looks alone, he’s the scary one than you.

“…Are you jealous?”

“…no..”

“You’re lying.”

“Not lying… only fibbing.”

You scratched your head and raised a brow. “But why? Why are you jealous?”

The tall robot leaned in to hug you. You went to sit on his lap. His faceplate rotated from left to right. “…love your eyes. Better on me.. than on them..”

You snickered and brought a hand up to your face. “Oh my god.. you wanted my attention?” You seem to get the memo as he purred in delight at your question. “..Oh Eclipse.”

You pry yourself off to stand and look at him, cupping his face with your small hands. As expected he leaned in to your touch. “You didn’t have to go through all that way just to get my attention you know that?” Seriously, he really shouldn’t have.

He caused hell to the other bots, he’s scary when he’s jealous.

“If you wanted my attention, you could’ve just asked! You know I wouldn’t say no..”

He took a hold of your hand with his, and looked at you with bright purple eyes.

“May I… have your eyes on me?” You grinned and kissed his teeth. “Of course..”

He began to stand up, surprising you by picking you up. You didn’t know where your going, but you assumed in one of the dark places where no one could find you. You’re glad you play a vital role at your job, or else you would’ve been fired with the amount of time you’ve went missing during your working hours.

You didn’t noticed, but Eclipse surely did, of a certain robot hanging from the ceiling observing him with envy.

The moon themed animatronic crossed his arms. “…So this is what our star has been wasting their time on..”

‘No fair, no fair! Why spend time with a bootleg version of us?!'

It’s as if Eclipse heard their thoughts, one of his hands gave them the rude gesture from behind.

Moon clicked his tongue. “So…that’s how you want to play…”

He’s been playing unfair for the past few days! Always sabotaging their plans so he could have you in his arms! They tried so, so many times to get your attention. Like making so many messes in the Daycare for you to help them clean it, they made gifts so they could see your flustered face, and they even broke themselves for you to fix them.

Not only did the metal prick cleaned the Daycare, fixed them instead of you- which they much rather prefer, he stole their gifts, lying to you that he was the one who made it instead of them! He is such a big fat liar! A phoney!!

He could imagine his Sunny counter part walking around and huffing in annoyance. ‘Oh the nerve of him to do that! When I get my hands on our star once again he’ll be begging us to let him see her! And even then it’d be over my shut downed body if he ever thought I’d agree!'

The lunar jester is pretty sure the Eclipse would just control their minds to scrap themselves up, before they could even think of hiding away their star.. As much as he wanted to, he and Sun knew it’d just make you sad if you found out they’re not on good terms.

So they’re the ones who tried to give them the time he needed with you but, they’re just abusing their kindness at this point. They need to hatch up a plan to have you back in their arms sooner of later.

The moon slowly backed away by crawling. “…Hoping to see that soon…” He went back to his patrols for now.

#fnaf x reader #fnaf sb x reader #security breach x reader #fnaf sb #moondrop x reader #daycare attendant x reader #sundrop x you #sundrop x y/n #sundrop x reader #eclipse x you #eclipse x y/n #eclipse x reader #eclipse fnaf #fnaf x you #five nights at freddy's

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moethewriter · 5 months

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Could u do 14 for that dialog prompt with finnick? I'm picturing district 13 reunion angst. You're an amazing writer!!!

Hello! Of Course I can! Thank you for the kind words anon! -- TITLE: Nothin's Gonna Harm You, Not While I'm Around ... WORD COUNT: 1.1k PAIRING: Finnick Odair x Reader WARNING: Mentions of violence, injury and torture (Nothing super extensive but it's there TAGS: Lot's of angst and introspection lol! SUMMARY: You couldn't look at this face, you knew it would break you. A/N: Thanks for another request! I very much appreciate it! This one is definetlely angsty, and since it's me tons Y/N being in their head and analyzing the situation. Of course I always take construction criticism so please feel free to leave it!

You stayed still, as the doctors surrounding you poked and prodded, checking over every aspect of your person. You knew this was protocol, you knew it was necessary … to help you, or even heal you. But this wasn’t helping. You were exhausted, and just wanted a shower. But above all you were frightened and in pain. The Capitol hadn’t been kind after you had been taken, in fact they were violent and you wanted to forget it all.

You were scared.

The rescue hadn’t been the smoothest operation, The Capitol sparing no expense to keep you, Johanna, and Peeta in The Capitol. People had died, you could have died but you didn't. You had to put faith in the plan, the one that Haymitch Abernathy had explained, That Plutarch Heavensbee and District 13 had concocted. But that didn’t mean you were okay, that didn’t mean that you were ever going to be okay again

When you had woken up in the Capitol instead of in the arms of Finnick, you had been horrified … You knew there was no escape, no way you could get out, despite ruminating on ever plan to get yourself and your friends out.

The realization that you hadn’t been rescued from the arena had set in after listening to Johanna’s screams. But you couldn’t place the blame on anyone, you had all separated in there and Katniss was the face of the Rebellion, she needed to get out, they needed to save her before anyone else … The Mockingjay.

You could take some Capitol torture, is what you had thought, after all they had tortured you and Finnick for years after your games.

You winced, as a bright light filled your vision. The Doctors were shining a device in your face..

“Cognitive function, still good.”

You wanted to let out the bitter laugh you had been holding back, but you couldn’t bring yourself too. Your brain was all there, of course. The Capitol and Snow hadn’t taken that from you yet.

Pain filled you, as one of them touched your leg firmly, feeling around the broken skin, the sores and blisters that hadn’t been quite allowed to heal yet.

“Leg Injury is severe but it’s nothing that won’t heal.”

Right, you remembered having to be carried out of your cell by someone. You had always been quick. That’s something that saved you during your games. You had been fast, quick to hit and quick to run before someone could see you, like a phantom in the night. The Capitol … Snow had made sure you couldn’t run this time.

“Not like the Mellark boy, she’s safe.”

Your head shot up at the mention of Peeta. You knew that if they rescued you, that Johanna and Peeta would be as well. But … What had happened to them? Fear laced your thoughts, weaving into your mind like a virus. They hadn’t been kind to Johanna, you could hear her screams from your cell … was she safe?

You looked past the shoulders of the doctors, vision slightly blurry, trying to find your friends. You could see Johanna fighting back, she had always been feisty, you were glad that the Capitol didn’t take that from her. She was pissed, you could tell just by her face. You couldn’t blame her, either.

Were you really safe?

“Can you tell us your name?” The female doctor asked, gently. She was clearly approaching this with some sense of tact.

Bile rose in your throat, as you shrunk into yourself. “Y/N L/N.” You whispered, voice hoarse, and throat raw.

“You’re in District 13, you’re going to be okay.” The woman doctor said, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

You flinched back, violently, despite her gentleness.

“I know you’re frightened but it’s alright.” She spoke again

You couldn’t bring yourself to believe her.

Nothing felt alright, in fact this whole situation had been fucked from the start, from the reaping to the escape plan … Nothing had gone right.

“Y/N!? Y/N?!”

You knew who was calling to you. Finnick. But you weren’t sure if you even wanted him to see you like this. You felt broken, you barely felt like yourself at this moment, but you knew that he would fight his way to you. He always would.

You sank desperately into your bed, shrinking as small as you could sniffling like some coward, or at least that’s what you felt like.

He found you, after a while, of course he did. He would always find you, and he wouldn’t give up till he knew you were safe.

“Hey.” You could feel his presence crouching down beside you, his voice so quiet.

“Hey.” You whispered back, voice breaking as everything that had happened finally seemed to weigh down on you.

Finnick had always had that effect on you, always able to break down your walls with a simple word.

You could feel him moving, and then his hand was on yours. You violently wretched it away, on an instinct, almost throwing yourself away from him.

“Y/N” Finnick whispered, voice cracking.

Tears trailed down your cheeks, hot and salty, burning the small wounds on your face. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, you didn’t want to see the heartbreak written across his face. Finnick had always prided himself on being a good actor, pretending to be The Capitol darling, but he was never able to do that with you.

The Capitol hadn’t broken you, but seeing Finnick hurt … you knew that would.

“I’m not going to hurt you, I would never hurt you.”

You let out a loud sob, unable to hold it back anymore. You needed him. His arms wrapped around you, and you allowed yourself to sink into the comforting feeling. It was different, everything was different now but he was still Finnick and you were still you.

“God Finnick I-”

You didn’t even know what to say.

“I know.” He said, pulling you into his chest. “I know.”

You didn’t know how long you stayed there, crying, and allowing yourself for the first time in weeks to be comforted by the person you loved.

“I’d burn this world down for you, and Snow is going to be first.” He said, voice rough, rocking you in his arms. “The Capitol doesn’t know what’s coming to them, they hurt you and I can’t let that go. I won’t let that go. They’re never going to hurt you again.”

“As long as you come back to me.” You sniffled.

He kissed the top of your head.

“I will always come back to you.”

And you desperately hoped, with every bit of strength you could muster, that his words were true.

#finnick odair x reader #finnick odair #the hunger games #hunger games #angst #moeswriting #writing #hope yall enjoy

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modelbus · 8 months

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Heyy! Could you do Wilbur x artist!reader dating hcs because a musician and an artist? I feel like Y/N like Wilbur makes so much art of him to the point she actually probably made one of their lovejoy posters!! And Wil would teach Y/N guitar and Y/N teach Wil how to draw and its so SDHDSGJ

I'm an artist and I think this would be cute! Hope you can answer this ask <3

- 🍄anon :D

I’m not an artist myself, but my two artist friends came in clutch here!

Pairing: Cc!Wilbur x Gn!Artist!Reader

Adored Artist

Idle drawings of Wilbur completely fill your sketchbook. Him playing guitar. Him sitting there. A specific doodle of him with a large forehead— for the joke.

The two of you tend to sit together without talking. You drawing, him creating Melodies and lyrics.

Getting showered in compliments.

He talked about decorating his guitar once, and you drew nothing but guitar designs for the next week.

His callouses and your graphite-stains are jokingly called “battle wounds” together.

When Wilbur buys you art supplies as gifts, he is painfully meticulous in making sure the supplies are good and ones you like.

Him peering over your shoulder to see what you’re working on, always delighted when it’s something related to him. Whether that be a simple guitar sketch for practice, or actually him.

And 100% yes he’d be yoinking your drawings to use for Lovejoy or merch reasons.

“Hey Love, remember that drawing you did the other night?” He asked, leaning against the couch where you’re curled up with a sketch pad. “You’re gonna have to be more specific than that, Wil.” You had laughed, finishing part of the sketch and looking up at him. He laughs too, leaning down to kiss you. “The one with the Lovejoy mascots. And our skull.” He had elaborated for you. Your eyes had lit up, flipping to the page for him. “Yes! That one. I was thinking, maybe it’d be cool to use as a design for merch?”

You couldn’t believe it, that he actually wanted to use your drawings. But, when you realized he was serious, you jumped at the chance.

(He insisted on paying you for it, too, even though you assured him you were perfectly happy giving him the designs. For two weeks you played a game where you passed the money back and forth until you gave up and just accepted it)

He doesn’t shut up about you or your talents ever. Met someone new? He’s pulling out his phone to share your art. Saw someone online talking about art? He’s tagging you to say you’re the best artist ever.

Teaching each other <333

Wilbur had made a small comment, and you jumped on it.

”I wish I could draw like that. You’re so talented, you’re incredible.” “I can teach you.” “What?”

Did not go well at all.

“Imagine that the light is here, okay? So you have to shade where shadows would be, making it darker there.” You explained patiently, gently tapping the areas you’re talking about.

“Shadows. Darker. Shading.” Wilbur repeated, looking up at you. You were leaning on him, your head on his shoulder to see his drawing. A very… admirable attempt at you.

“Go for it.” You encouraged, and he blinked.

“What?”

“…Were you listening?”

“Of course I was, love.” But the way he had leaned in to kiss you—to distract you—certainly said otherwise.

Since you “made” him draw, he convinced you to learn how to play guitar.

You protested (secretly loving the idea of learning from him) but in the end he got you to agree.

Sitting on his lap, his arms wrapped around you to help you form the chord shapes. It’s cozy, and you’re absolutely failing.

“This is a G—“ “My fingers don’t do that, Wil!”

In the end, it turns into him playing a song for you. But only after you manage to make that G chord, finger pain be damned.

He loves putting up your art on the walls. Taped.

#dsmp #mcyt #mcyt imagine #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x you #wilbur imagine #wilbur #wilbur x reader

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thecreelhouse · 4 months

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part time soulmate, full time problem

Paring: Gator Tillman x Alt Fem!Reader (she/her pronouns) || MDNI!

Summary: It’s been a full week since you and Gator came back into one another’s lives, unwillingly, before ending up snowed in together. Something’s changed enough in the last 7 days leaving you to wonder just how strong your feelings really are for him.

Word count: 8.4k+

CW/Tags: fluff, exploring feelings, language, discussions of harder/taboo kinks (knife and gun play is mentioned), super brief blood play, spit kink, somnophilia, sub!Gator/dom!reader, oral sex (m receiving), handjobs, femdom, brief self esteem/body issues with reader again, body neutrality/positivity, hurt/comfort, Roy Tillman being an absolute waste of space as usual

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A/N: hey y’all!! please heed the content warnings before reading. It’s not incredibly insane and mainly discussing the rough stuff, but I just wanted to add the warnings of rougher kinks just to be safe!! Things are gonna ramp up from here on out, so get ready lmao. Thanks for all the support on this so far, and I hope y’all enjoy <3

Day 7

After catching up on much needed sleep, the rest of your sixth day snowed in with Gator was spent pretty much like the last few days; making up for lost time with updates on each others’ lives, and sex. …. A lot of sex.

Oh, and cleaning the air mattress, and all the blankets after Gator proudly made you squirt. Again.

By the next day, you could feel just how sore your entire body was from everything you and Gator had done since the tension broke. The pain is what wakes you up, and for once, you were up before Gator. He’s sound asleep, steady breaths and occasional soft snoring filling the silence in the room. You can’t take your eyes off of him, hoping to God he was actually asleep; you know it’s kind of weird, but he just looks so… peaceful.

Yeah, because he’s not running his mouth right now.

If you weren’t so attentive to him, you might’ve missed the quick whimper he makes in his sleep, stirring and adjusting himself. His hand subconsciously finds its way to his morning wood, still somehow fast asleep in the process.

Now you really can’t take your eyes off of him. A throaty groan pushes out from behind his lips as his hand unknowingly palms himself. It’s like this for a little bit, but then he moans your name, and you’re gone, just like that.

Yeah, maybe you’re too sore for sex, but that doesn’t mean you can’t play with him.

“… Gator?” You whisper, testing the waters. He gives no response before turning over, facing away from you, moving his hand away from his member in the process.

You let some time pass before he settles down, back into slow, steady breaths. He’s not making any noises now, nor is he squirming or touching himself. As quietly as possible, you shift closer to him, inch by inch, pausing every so often to make sure he’s still asleep. By the time you press against his back, spooning him, he’s still knocked out.

The outline of Gator’s back muscles are ever so slightly noticeable through his white sleep tee; you can’t help yourself, tracing softly along the details. From there, your eyes catch on some of the freckles on his neck, giving into an urge to kiss him softly on those spots. He stirs, but only for a moment, with a content sigh. You bite back a giggle, wondering if this is affecting whatever wet dream he was just having about you.

Your hands wander, tracing over his soft but muscular arms, still in awe at how he’s not the lanky, awkward boy you grew up with. One hand reaches over to the front of Gator, gently palming him. He stirs again, flexing his hips sleepily into your touch as his breathing picks up just a little.

Again, you check to make sure he’s not awake, whispering, “Gator?”

Nothing.

Sneakily, your fingers push past the waistband of his boxers, making contact with the soft, warm skin of his hard-on. Brushing past the tip, you feel precum stick to your fingers, and use that to slowly stroke him with a feather-light grip.

Gator bucks unexpectedly into your hand, and you have to bite back your own moan to keep quiet. He murmurs something incoherent, with your name to follow again. It sounds so sweet coming from him, while he’s unknowingly needy in his sleep. Without much warning, he rolls back over, and you’re quick to move and give him space, hand still on his cock.

Again, you wait for any sign of Gator waking up, but nothing happens. He just goes back to the relaxed state he was in moments ago. You take advantage of the calm before the storm, sliding under the comforter to carefully pull his length through the slit in his boxers. He sighs, but it ends there, so you dribble some spit quietly onto the head, mixing it with his precum with your hand to stroke him again.

Another sigh from Gator, another pause from you. He goes back to being quiet and still, so you begin jerking him softly again, leaning down to suck on his balls at the same time. A heavy breath shudders out of him, but you keep going, keeping things slow and soft. Every so often, obscene sucking noises come from your mouth’s suction on him, and little pleasured noises from him follow.

Gator moans your name again, hips bucking lazily, so you back off, softly kissing along his inner thigh, leaving a trail of spit behind as he calms down. Again, you wait, then go back to work, licking slowly up the underside of his cock, along the pulsating vein, signaling how needy he was without any awareness.

You softly suckle on his tip, humming as you taste him. The vibration of your noise causes him to whine, muttering something like, “Need you,” along with chanting your name a few times. It motivates you to keep going, taking your time as you push your mouth onto his length, hollowing your cheeks out as you feel him reach the back of your throat. You stay there for a moment, trying to suppress the gagging noise begging to escape as you choke on him.

His cock kicks in your mouth, and you have to pull yourself off before you start making louder sounds, but when you do, he whines even louder.

“Don’t stop,” He rasps out, beginning to pant as you start bobbing up and down on his length. “M’god… please don’t stop.”

You throw the covers off of you, checking if he woke up; Gator’s still sleeping, but you can tell he’s on the edge of consciousness by the way his hands grip at the sheets by his sides. He murmurs something quickly about wanting to touch you, pleading if you’d let him. You don’t answer, you just keep sucking him off, humming around him again.

Then Gator says something that throws you off; “Darlin’… please... Untie me… wanna touch ya’…”

You glance at his hands, knowing you never restrained him, but you can’t help groaning on his cock while you watch his fists ball up, frustrated he can’t touch you in his dream. The thought sends blood pumping straight to your core, heat blooming throughout your body. At first, you don’t realize you’ve straddled one of his legs, grinding lazily on him as you deepthroat him, too. Not really even to get off yourself, just needy for some kind of friction. His leg tenses up, causing you to yelp, muffled by his cock in your mouth.

That’s when Gator’s eyes flutter open, blinking a few times as he looks down at the sight in front of him, lifting his head to get a better view. It takes a bit for him to escape the sleepy fog his brain’s in, but when it clears, he finally realizes what’s going on.

“Oh… oh, fuck…” His head falls back onto his pillow, hands reaching up to his face to desperately rub the sleep out of his eyes before looking back at you while you still keep a steady pace on his length with your mouth. You pull off slowly, keeping eye contact as a string of spit drags out from your lips, still attached to the head of his cock.

“Untie you, huh?” You tease before your hand takes over on him, mouth sucking on his balls again. Gator’s eyes cross before rolling back in his head, hips bucking into your firm grip.

“Is- huh? I’m not…” He can’t form a coherent thought, whether that’s from waking up or the pleasure that woke him up, you’re not sure. “You didn’t tie me…”

Your mouth makes a filthy suction sound as you release from his skin, hand stroking him faster. “No, but I kinda wish I did after you moaned about it in your sleep.”

His face goes red with eyes going wide. “Fuck… do I sleep talk? Christ… the fuck did I say?”

You shrug casually before stuffing your mouth again with his throbbing cock, and while it pains him to do so, he grabs your hair, pulling you off of him.

“Tell me what I said,” He demands, but it sounds more pathetic and needy than authoritative. You let spit spill out of your lips and onto his cock, watching it kick on contact as he muffles a groan, biting his lip.

“Gator, you’ll let me go if you wanna finish.” You threaten, quirking a brow with a smirk. His eyes narrow at you, wanting to question you further, but he stays silent, loosening his grip on your hair. “Good boy.”

Those two words drive Gator insane; he grabs your head again, but this time he pushes you back onto his cock, shoving it all the way to the back of your throat as he moans loudly. The way your throat gags and constricts around him makes his eyes roll back. His hips are twitching as he spills his seed into your mouth without much warning. He’s bucking into your mouth sloppily, shoving your face to the hilt. You groan around him, letting the liquid fill your mouth as he rides out his high.

Panting hard, Gator lets go of your head and watches you pull off, his arousal seeping from your lips before you swallow, sticking your tongue out with a smile to show you finished your work.

“Mother’f fuckin’ god….”

“G’mornin’ to you too, sunshine. Didn’t think you’d finish that fast.” You crawl up to him before wrapping yourself around him without thinking, laying on top for a moment, but then you worry you’re going to hurt him, so you begin to move. Gator grabs you and holds you in place.

“Whoever made you feel bad for bein’ on top for anythin’ is a fuckin’ asshole.” He murmurs while his hands wrap around you in return, hugging you close to him. You can feel his heartbeat pumping wildly through his chest. “M’not kidding, gimme names, babe.”

You laugh before nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. He doesn’t laugh, though.

“Darlin’, you know you’re beautiful, yeah?”

“Pfffftt. Quit bein’ so sweet just ‘cause I swallowed.” You tease, but again, Gator doesn’t laugh. So you pull back, sitting up a bit to get a better look at his face, gauging his reaction, but can’t quite read him. “Gator?”

“I mean it.” He’s serious, but not stern, or angry. Just sincere. “If I ever said anything—“

“Oh, Gator, no, it’s totally okay. It’s not you…. I mean, I remember your shitty friends teasing me about my hips and stuff in high school, but like… people are just shitty at that age.”

Gator’s expression softens, like a puppy that’s been kicked; he reaches up to your face, and you lean into his palm, eyes closing with a small smile as you feel comfort from his touch.

“M’sorry I didn’t stop them.” His eyes search yours, realizing the hurt you’re covering up.

“It wasn’t just that. Seriously, it’s okay Gator.” You try reassuring him, your own grasp holding over his hand on your cheek. “It took a bit for me to find people I trusted when I moved. I ran into some… not so kind people when I first started dating out there. Obviously the whole ‘Midwest Kindness’ ain’t a thing on the East Coast, but I quickly learned why most folks in the city are easily pissed off; you’d be too if some group of tourists blocked the same sidewalk you’re speed walking down to get to the subway on time for work.” You’re again, making light of things, but all Gator does is give a short laugh.

“But really, aside from that,” You’re elaborating on what he really wants to hear, “some people are just garbage wherever they’re from or wherever they go. Had a couple underwhelming dates that wasted my time. One dude was a real jerk-off”

Gator, while looking puzzled, smirks at the way ‘jerk-off’ sounds with the hint of your stubborn Midwest accent that refuses to die. “Not like you to put up with that shit.” He’s not blaming you for someone else’s shit attitude, just surprised some asshole thought he had the right to ever give you shit.

But then again, he was also an asshole to you for years. Maybe it’s not his place to judge someone else when he’s no better.

“Don’t worry, I kicked his ass to the curb immediately.” You smirk.

“That’s my girl.” Gator praises, chuckling. You roll your eyes playfully.

“Dude couldn’t even find my clit. We literally have the internet at our fingertips, porn available 24/7, but the fucker couldn’t be bothered to learn how to rub one out properly.”

“Now that’s just embarrassin’.” Gator’s smug now, “Meanwhile, some motherfucker from the Midwest made you squirt twice.”

“Gator, if you don’t shut the fuck up—“

“Gimme somethin’ to put in my mouth and I’ll shut up.” He’s grinning like the smug son of a bitch he knows he is.

You tense up, legs wanting to automatically press together as your cunt throbs over his corny innuendo.

“Felt that.”

“I just woke you up with a blowjob, try to be a lil’ more humble.”

“Never,” Gator taunts, sitting up to kiss you softly while you’re still on his lap. He pulls back, looking at you with a smirk. “What do ya’ wanna do today?”

Another eye roll comes from you. “What else is there to do? Pretty sure we’ve run out of ideas since being snowed in.”

Gator thinks for a moment before shooting a mischievous look your way.

“Oh, no. I don’t like that look.” You laugh, shaking your head while you push off of him, but Gator holds you on his lap firmly.

“You’ve seen my porn searches, you should show me yours.”

Another laugh echoes from you. “Gator, I use incognito mode, like a smart, responsible adult.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He’s reaching for your phone on the nightstand, shoving it into your hands. “Just show me what you’re into already.”

———

“You said we didn’t have anything in common,” Gator scoffs, scrolling through the playlist you made on one of the many porn sites under a hidden account. You have to hold back a laugh, watching him with a confused and bitter expression while holding your obnoxiously glitter-smothered phone case, bedazzled with a sparkly pop socket. The contrast is funnier than it should be.

“I might’ve lied a lil’.”

You’re sitting up against the wall on his bed, with a cozy hill of pillows behind you, while Gator lays back on you as he sits between your legs. His head rests on your stomach while he continues scrolling down, stopping occasionally at thumbnails of certain videos, murmuring under his breath a couple times with some profanities, or groans, sexually frustrated and overwhelmed viewing what gets you off.

Gator tilts his head back to look up at you, but his head is practically right under your tits, so that’s all he sees, and snickers. You’d consider it immature, but you’re just as amused as Gator is.

“Oh, my bad,” You comically lift your breasts with your hands, leaning over him to see his face. “These things just get in the way sometimes. Need somethin’?”

Gator suppresses laughter, pointing at your phone screen. “You really like some heavy, rough shit, huh?”

You shrug, teasingly as you let go of your chest, hitting him in the head softly.

“God, I could die happy here,” Gator jokes as he dramatically snuggles back into you, enjoying the way your legs wrap around him, too.

Passing his comment by, you answer his previous curiosity, “Depends on a lot. The situation, if I feel safe, if my partner feels comfortable and safe, too. Where we are, or what toys we have, ‘cause some you can’t just substitute with every day items, y’know?”

Sitting up further, he slots the back of his head in the valley of your breasts, like it’s completely normal. You, on the other hand, find it silly, laughter picking back up.

“What? I’m comfy!” Gator defends himself. “But no. I actually don’t know about that. What do you mean?”

“Well, like, I guess it all narrows down to personal preference and consent, but, for example, you wouldn’t use a regular candle for wax play.”

Gator turns his head, looking over his shoulder at you, brows raised in surprise. “You don’t?”

“Nope, candles made specifically for wax play burn at a lower temperature, and don’t have scents and oils that would irritate skin for some people. Usually soy wax.” You’re kind of enjoying talking about kinks like this. Nothing bad about talking about them during sex, but the two of you got easily distracted several times trying to multitask. Gator’s honestly curious, and the way he’s clueless on at least half of these things in kink has your stomach fluttering from his rare innocence.

Oh, jesus fuckin’ christ, don’t tell me this is a new kink, too.

Gator breaks your internal self scolding with an “ohhhhh, gotcha’.” He swipes up on the screen, stopping on a knife play video, audibly gulping. “So you… you’ve never tried this? You said you didn’t trust anyone enough?”

You shake your head before pressing a soft, quick kiss to his cheek, leaning over his shoulder to look at what has him tense. His hand white knuckles your phone, staring at a thumbnail of masked man balls deep in a woman tied up. He’s got a knife in hand, holding it up, but not against, the woman’s throat.

Distractedly, you lick your lips; Gator notices the action in the corner of his eye. “I- yeah. I mean, fuck, man. Like… I definitely couldn’t ever be the dom in these kind of scenes. Makes me nervous. I don’t even trust myself.”

Gator’s intrigued. “Really? Why not?”

“I dunno… kinda like the riskier kinks more in theory than in practice. But I also like them enough to at least try once. I just haven’t fucked around with anyone I felt totally safe enough to try that. Or gunplay.”

That last bit slips out; you bite your lip, hand slapping over your mouth. You’re looking anywhere else other than Gator’s face as he processes those few words, but you feel him adjust and turn around fully to get a better look at you.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I wanted to take that one to my goddamn grave.

“You’re fuckin’ with me,” he breathes lowly. “You. Of all people. You like gunplay?! You hate guns.” His mouth feels dry and sticky as he dares to ask, “… You ever try that yet?”

‘Yet’. Sweet mother of—

With shallow breaths, you finally reconnect your gaze onto his; Gator’s feelings and thoughts written all over his face. He’s honestly horrified at first, then worried, and not understanding why anyone would find pleasure in something so dangerous, but the more he thought of it, the more it grew on him.

“I still hate ‘em, but there’s just… somethin’…” You trail off as you answer bashfully before slowly shaking your head. “And n- not yet….. you?”

Neither of you realize his hand is on your leg until he’s gripping it like a vise. He forces a throaty cough as he loosens his grasp on you.

“Me ‘neither… never really thought about it till right now, though…” Gator’s voice wanders as his words come out, sounding dazed with lust. “Wh- what do you… what’s it supposed to be like?”

With a shrug, you answer cautiously, “I think it differs from person to person. I guess that’s the case with any fetish… but the thing about gunplay that turns me on is, uh, well…”

He anxiously waits for your finished thought, watching you intently. You nervously chew your lip. “It’s okay, darlin’, you can tell me.” His eyes flicker to your lips, lingering for a bit.

“You promise you won’t judge me?”

Gator sticks out his pinky, like he did the night the two of you got drunk when the storm started. “I promise.”

Hesitantly, you link your pinky around his, and he grips it firmly with his own before releasing. You nod, taking a few breaths to calm down; this was one of those things you kept to yourself, knowing how insane it sounds.

“Um… it’s… okay, I know it’s bad, but the thought of being made to suck a handgun off while someone watches, enjoying how scared I am… it’s so hot. I wish I didn’t think it was.” You’re ashamed as the words leave your mouth, your entire body burning up with embarrassment. You can’t bring yourself to look at Gator, missing the way his jaw drops over your confession. “I think it’s like, hand in hand with the whole CNC kink. At least for me, it is.”

Gator is speechless. His breath hitches, and never releases, looking absolutely broken on the outside. When you finally look at him, your heart drops, regret flooding your body after sharing all of that.

“You good? Fuck. I’m sorry, I shoulda’ kept it to mys—“

“Fuckin’ hell…”

“You said you wouldn’t judge me,” You frown, feeling more shame for sharing your dirty secrets.

Gator shakes his head quickly. “No, no, m’not. I promise. It’s just… really confusin’ that I find it… hot?”

Your frown dissolves as a small, devilish smile plays up on your features. “I like corrupting you, Gator.”

“Don’t take all the credit, freak.” He scoffs with an eye roll, but runs his hands through your hair softly before holding the back of your head with a light, soothing touch. “Aren’t ya’ scared of getting hurt?” His attention is on your well being more than anything.

“I mean… yeah, but I think it’s part of the thrill for me. If it’s with someone I trust, and we’re both consenting in a controlled scene, then I’m into it. I think that kinda goes for everything I like.”

Gator can’t help asking, “You trust me?”

“Gator…”

“You can say no, you can be honest, it’s okay.” He reassures softly, pulling you towards him before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “I won’t be offended. Promise.”

You chew on your lip again before answering, “Honestly? I don’t trust anyone, even myself, dom or sub, I think it’s mostly a thing I like in theory. Would I try it with someone I trusted if given the chance? Probably. Do I trust you? Right now? Mostly. Not with anything risky like this, or knife play… but it’s not personal. Just something I really, really want to be sure I do with the right person if ever.”

Gator nods while his grip slides to your hips, beginning to understand you’ve thought this over carefully, too. “Just promise me somethin’?”

“What is it?”

“If this,” he motions between the two of you, “doesn’t last, if ya’ do it with anyone else, be safe. Okay?”

You catch yourself thinking, I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else but you. You push the thought away, but Gator notices the way your brows scrunch together.

“What’s up?” He asks, but you duck your head onto his shoulder, not responding as you groan, nervous. He shrugs his shoulders to get you back up, but you don’t move. “Talk to me, darlin’.”

You sit up but can’t look him in the eye, murmuring words into a jumbled mess, “Idon’twantittobewithanyoneelse.”

Gator chuckles, “What was that?” He slips two fingers under your chin, directing your gaze to his gently. “One more time for me.”

Your skin feels like it’s on fire and shivering all at once. “You keep mentioning ‘if things last’… are you trying to say something else?”

“What do you— oh. Oh. No, darlin’. M’sorry if I worded it wrong.” He’s earnest in his tone, giving soft, sweet eyes with a warm gaze. “I just— I didn’t want to assume anything would be more outside of this whole snowed in together thing, that’s all. I don’t wanna tie ya’ down, m’sure ya’ still wanna enjoy yourself when you go back home.”

‘When you go back home.’

You’re baffled by his words. “What makes you think that?”

Gator laughs, but it’s void of much if any humor at all. “‘C’mon, you’ve been having the time of your life out there. I can’t compare to the guys you’ve dated in the city…. ‘Cept that one dude that couldn’t find your clit. He’s got nothin’ on me.” You can tell he’s trying to joke it off, but it’s obvious how the thought of you finding better so easily hurts him.

In the past week, you went from hating one another, to keeping things cordial, to amping up tension you hadn’t even noticed until moments before you touched one another, to fucking each others’ brains out, and now… this.

Nothing’s been labeled. There’s no declaration of any certain feelings, but they’re still there, for the both of you. The sexual tension broke days ago, but there’s still some kind of… romantic tension, hanging heavy in between and over the both of you.

It’s a tension neither of you are certain of how to break, or even address at all.

Sighing, you speak before you can fully think, “Gator… I said I like you. I have feelings for you, y’know.”

Making a noise somewhere between a laugh and a scoff, he nods. “I know. I like you too, y’know.”

You so badly want to open up further into your feelings for him, tell him how much you love—

No. No no no no no. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You’re just infatuated for the moment. Nothing more. Just strong, intense feelings that—

“Fuck.” You don’t mean to say that out loud, but you do, and Gator’s smile fades. “Can we… figure this out maybe tomorrow? Or something? I like you, Gator. I really do, despite all the fuckin’ odds and times I wanted to fight you— wait. How are your knees doing?”

That makes Gator actually laugh, “You still get sidetracked easily. Some things don’t change, huh?”

“Shut up.”

“S’cute, always was.”

“Gator.”

“Yeah, yeah, they’re fine, look,” Gator awkwardly maneuvers to slide his pants down past his knees. He stopped using bandages; the cuts were mostly healed and faded reds and pinks. “They’re actually healin’ a lot faster than I expected.”

“Huh, wonder why that is.” You tease as you run your fingers over the healing cuts, now turning into little speckled scars, and Gator playfully pushes your hand away before he shrugs, kicking his pants off fully.

“Not sure, I think it had somethin’ to do with the angel that wanted to kick my ass but helped me instead.”

“Yeah, you’re right, the guys in the city ain’t like you at all. You’re the corniest man in the world.” You giggle, eyes rolling.

Gator rolls his eyes in return, before tackling you in a hug, pushing you back into the pillows, earning a surprised yelp from you.

“I’ll gladly wear that title with pride if those corny lines still make you smile.” He shoves his face into your neck, blowing raspberries against your skin, earning louder giggles from you.

“Gator! Enough!” You try scolding him, but can’t hold in the laughter.

This. This is what you want. Soft, sweet moments with someone you care for, someone who knows you, in between sex beyond your wildest dreams. What you’ve always wanted, with anyone, but especially with Gator. Just accept it already.

Gator pulls back as he hovers over you, eyes searching yours for a moment. “Alright, alright. I’m done.”

You cover your neck with your hands, laughing nervously as you anticipate more of his nonsense. “You’re not.”

“I am.”

“Promise?”

Gator goes back to tickling your skin, blowing raspberries again along your neck where your hands aren’t covering.

“That’s it, you’re goin’ to jail, bud.” You tease between laughs while he tugs your hands off your neck. “There’s definitely a law against this.”

“Can’t arrest me, I am the law.” He teases in between his actions.

“You are not,” You argue, laughing involuntarily as he continues. “Gator, you’re askin’ for a fight!”

“Yeah, sure sounds like it.” He stops, only to replace his actions with a gentle bite to your skin, making you gasp at the sudden change. “What? No protestin’ now?”

You don’t answer as he nips at you again, earning your breathy gasps while he makes his way up to your jawline, love bites turning into soft kisses.

“Huh, why the sudden change, darlin’?” He reaches the corner of your lips, kissing again, but when you turn your head to kiss him back, he pulls away, again, flashing his smug grin.

“Gator, quit bein’ a tease.” You pout.

He’s about to quip back, but his phone goes off, triggering annoyed groans from both of you. Sitting up as he straddles you, he grabs it and answers, immediately wincing as his dad’s voice shrills through the other end.

“Yeah, the snow’s been bad here, too.” He’s beyond annoyed, and you can tell. He’s been growing more and more fed up over time with Roy, especially in the past week alone. “What? Shovel the entire— are you fuckin’—“

Roy’s shouting something about how disrespectful it is to cuss at your own father, and Gator rolls his eyes. You catch the tail end of his scolding, hearing, “Wouldn’t kill ya’ to be useful, for once.”

To say that angers you is simply an understatement. It’s taking everything within you to not grab Gator’s phone, and scream at his father for all the damage he’s done to his son.

Hell hath no fury like a woman enraged.

Gator can tell you’re ready to snap, and he shakes his head, mouthing, “Don’t. It’s okay.”

It’s not okay, though. It never was. It never will be. What did either of you deserve to have such terrible, manipulative, abusive fathers?

“Yeah. I’m listening.” Gator reluctantly answers, eyes falling shut while he sighs out his anger. “You can’t get one of your guys to bring a plow over? Y’know I can’t get the entire driveway cleared before y’all get back.”

You go to reach for the phone, but Gator leans back further from you, again mouthing “Don’t. Please.” He looks… scared. It pains you to see him so stressed and tortured just simply trying to appease his father’s bullshit. You lean back and nod, and Gator reaches back for your hand, giving a gentle squeeze as a ‘thank you’.

“I ain’t makin’ her do that, that’s not why she flew home, y’know. She didn’t even get to spend Christmas with her parents, because you—“

Gator stops himself, knowing the consequences of his words for either of you wouldn’t be worth it. The yelling continues, and all Gator can do is just take it until Roy’s done with his grown-ass temper tantrum.

Your anger bubbles inside you, ready to spill over, but you’re trying your hardest to keep calm. Gator can fight his own battles, but you know he’s always felt like it was better to let his dad just take things out on him, like an emotional punching bag. It’s hard just letting this slide when all you want to do is take care of Gator.

If you can’t stand up for him, you can at least give him a justified distraction.

Letting go of his hand, you slide your hands down your own body before reaching between his open legs, lightly dragging a finger around his length, still covered in his boxers. Gator looks down at you, covering the phone’s speaker before hissing, “What are you doing?!”

You only smile sweetly in return, flashing false innocence. His eyes narrow as he glares down at you, until you palm him, and he has to bite down hard onto his bottom lip to hold any noise back. A trickle of blood bubbles up from the self-inflicted wound, staining his bottom lip. With his free hand, he grabs both of your wrists together in a firm grasp, jaw set as he grits his teeth, shooting daggers with his stare.

“Yeah. Fine. We’ll shovel the fuckin’ driveway.” Gator’s desperate to end the call because he thinks you’re being a major brat, as usual. Your face falls; you just want him to feel good. He notices the way your attitude shifts, and rushes his dad off the phone. “I gotta go, since you want this damn driveway cleared by hand.”

Roy continues yelling on the other end, but Gator hangs up before tossing the phone aside. His grip loosens along with his jaw, bringing your wrists to his lips, kissing both of them gently. “Fuck, m’sorry baby. Are y’okay?”

Your voice is soft, not scared, but concerned you upset him further. “I’m okay, I’m sorry for touchin’ ya’, I just wanted to help you feel better. Wasn’t tryin’ to brat out this time, I swear.”

Gator pulls you to sit up and hug you tight. “I’m so sorry, darlin’.”

“It’s okay, you had every right to think I was pullin’ some shit, like the first time it happened.” You’re referring to the day the two of you finally broke the tension, and how it was kicked off by you grinding on Gator’s lap as he spoke to his father on the phone. “Won’t do it again, I promise.”

“No apologizin’, I was just overwhelmed, but it doesn’t excuse me bein’ angry.”

“It was kinda hot, though. M’sorry about your lip.” You pull back to look at him, make sure he’s alright.

“Huh?” He touches his lip, fingers pulling away with sticky blood. “Shit, I didn’t even realize.” Gator huffs out a laugh as he shakes his head. “What were you tryin’ to do anyway?”

Without a second thought, you grab his hand, slipping his fingers into your mouth, tongue swirling around the blood on his skin. You’ve got a look that seems innocent enough on the surface, but by now, Gator knows better with you. His jaw drops a bit while watching you, feeling the warmth and softness of your mouth, noticing the little bit of red tinted spit that dribbles from your bottom lip, onto your shirt.

“We’re- we can wash that later,” Gator murmurs, unable to respond properly to what you’re doing to him while mentally losing it over your actions. You nod and hum around his fingers before pulling them out, now blood free.

“M’kay. Can I make you feel better? Or try?”

He nods quickly, “Yeah, please. If you still wanna—“

“Get up, baby.” You order, but it’s not harsh. As Gator moves, you settle back into the pillows against the wall, holding your arms out for him. As he moves to lean forward, you hold him back by extending your arms, pushing back on his shoulders with your hands. “No, turn around. Like before.”

So, he does that, and settles back against your body, watching the way you wrap your legs around his, lazily pinning them to the bed.

“Gator?” You kiss his neck while your hands splay out onto the tops of his thighs, caressing up and down as far as your arms let you. He shivers under your touch.

“M’yeah?”

“Is it okay if I cuff you this time?”

He chokes on air before nodding wildly. His voice cracks with desperation as he answers “Please. Please.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh,” He breathes out, willingly placing his arms behind him with ease. “They’re on the f- frame behind you.”

You’re surprised he’s so eager, but you’re not complaining. Reaching through the pillows, your hands hit the cold metal, pulling them off with ease; he kept them unlocked since the last time he used them on you. Your touch is softer than his was when he cuffed you, and you snap them closed loosely, afraid to hurt him.

“Tighter.”

“You sure?”

Gator looks back at you as best as he can, nodding. So you push the metal into the cuffs further, but it’s not enough. He shakes his head, needily asking, “More?”

“Honey, I don’t wanna hurt ya’.” You murmur, kissing his shoulder. He shudders at the combination of your words and touch.

“You won’t. Even if ya’ did, I’d love it. Promise.”

Hesitating, you breathe deeply before giving two more clicks, leaving the cuffs snug on his wrists. “That okay?”

Gator whines, nodding as his wrists move, testing the handcuffs. The metal clinks but doesn’t budge.

Hooking your arms through and under his, you pull him back towards you, as closely as possible. As you pull his boxers down, you ask “If anything’s too much, you promise you’ll tell me to stop?”

“Promise, darlin’“ He rasps while you hold out your hand in front of his face, palm up. Before you can ask, he takes the hint, spitting into your hand.

“You catch on fast.” You praise lowly, spit-covered hand on his half-hard length, softly stroking the liquid up and down the entirety of him. “Good boy.” His cock twitches in your hand. “You like being praised too?”

Gator bites his lip, opening the wound back up right after blood dried over it. “Oh, fuck…”

“Oh, baby, don’t hurt yourself again.” Your free hand reaches up to his lips, trying to wipe the blood off, but Gator leans forward, sucking your fingers into his mouth, triggering a pleased, relieved groan from him, and a whimper from you. Pulling them out, you drag your blood-tinged-spit-covered fingers down the front of his neck before stopping, hand ghosting around his throat.

Leaning into your grasp, Gator moans while your hand still strokes him at an agonizingly slow pace. “Please?” He sounds so needy and pathetic, and it makes your heart flutter.

Hand closing around his throat with the slightest bit of pressure, his eyes flutter shut while his head lolls back onto your shoulder. He’s panting already, bucking into your hand on his cock; your legs spread his apart and pin him down tighter, keeping him still.

Precum begins leaking from his tip, so you spread it onto his length in the next round of strokes.

“This is what I wanted to do, baby.” You let go of his throat, hand traveling under his shirt to just caress any part of him you can get your touch on. “Just make you feel good.” You purr at the shell of his ear, causing him to shiver and arch his back, flexing himself into your grip further. “I’d love to do this and edge you next time. Would you let me do that to you?”

A strangled gasp echoes through the room. “N- now?”

“No—“

“Now. Please. Please, now. Right now?”

You weren’t expecting him to beg, ever.

“M’not gon’ last long if ya’ don’t.” He strains out, bucking his hips into your fist again. As his back arches again, his hands brush against your core; Gator gives a satisfied hum, feeling how soaked you are. You gasp as the wind’s knocked out of you from just a simple manipulation from his restrained hands.

“Who did this to you?” Gator’s smug at first, until your hand slaps over his mouth, shutting him up fast.

You don’t answer him, just stroke him faster. There’s a sickeningly erotic sound of the mixture of your saliva and his precum on skin; it’s saturating both his cock and your hand, making him writhe and moan.

“Who did this to you?” Your tone is sweet like sugar but your attitude is wicked. Gator clearly can’t answer with your hand blocking his mouth, but he tries to speak anyway. “Baby, I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear that. Maybe try again, yeah?”

Gator foolishly does try responding again, but once more, his shuddering, needy voice is muffled. His eyes nearly cross when you slow your heavy petting down; he’s jerking his hips, trying to regain friction and pace again, but you slow to a stop.

“I’m sorry, I thought you asked me to edge you.” The kinder your voice is, the more your words and their intent drip with venom. Gator’s face is flushed red under your palm, pent up energy and sexual frustration getting to him. “That is what you asked for, right?”

Your hand stays in place, and all Gator can do is huff through his nose, glowering at you.

“I dunno, babe, you might be more of a brat than me.”

He bites your hand, and you yelp, reeling back.

“Fuck. Fuck. Is this how you feel when I’m in control?” His chest heaves as he catches his breath, still wound up from the unfinished handjob. You begin to worry you’ve done too much.

“Gator, we can stop. Are you okay? I’m sorry if I hurt you at all or upset—“

“I’m fuckin’ pissed…” His words make you wince with guilt until he finishes his thought. “… but fuck, I love it. Is that bad?”

You’re shocked, and honestly confused. “Are you asking if I ever feel frustrated like this when you’re the dom? Fuck. All the time, but it gets me so wet for you. The morning you stopped eating me out to fuck me had me infuriated, but you know how good it felt for us both. Feelin’ that isn’t bad at all, as long as it’s consensual.”

It’s almost laughable, how you’re breaking these feelings down when he’s probably ready to break out of these cuffs if it means he’ll cum faster.

Gator nods breathlessly, turning his head as much as possible to look at you. His lips are swollen with dried blood speckling the bottom one, while his face is still red, eyes darting from your own, to your lips, fixated on both. “M’all yours, darlin’.”

“Yeah? You’re mine?”

He nods while licking his lips. “Kiss me.” He’s begging, not ordering. Not like he’s in charge, anyway.

Your hand softly winds through his hair, and his eyes flutter shut, but he grunts as you pull on his hair roughly.

“Earn it.”

Gator grunts again when your fingers wind tighter within the strands of his hair.

“Open your mouth.” You’re not playing nice anymore. Gator obeys as you tug his head back, spitting into his mouth. He gags but a gravelly groan follows. “Swallow.” Again, Gator listens, so you praise him, “Good boy.”

His cock is still painfully hard, leaking and red with need without your touch.

“Need you,” Gator rasps, trying to struggle against you to get you to make a move. Your hand slithers behind his back, hooking around his arms, still restrained behind him. Your grip tightens, and it causes him to cry out.

“You always need me, babe.” You spit into your free hand, returning to his length to finish what you started. A weak breath shudders out of him as you guide your spit and his precum along his cock. “You always have. Always will. Won’t you?”

“Mhm…” His panting picks back up, along with his hips snapping upward, fucking your hand sloppily. “Feels s’good.” He tries to touch you from behind again, but your grip holds him in place, and he whines. “Wanna touch you too.”

“Next time, honey.” You’re grabbing his balls roughly, then massaging them; the pain and pleasure clouds Gator’s mind. “Look at you, so fucking drunk on just my hand fucking around with you. You’re so fucking easy, Gator.”

“I- I am,” He gasps, groaning in disappointment as your hand leaves, but he bites his lip as you move back to his cock.

“Doesn’t take much to get you hard, huh? But you sure love thinking filthy thoughts.” You’re taunting him, jerking his cock as he tries to writhe, still held down by your legs. “You said we like the same things, but it turns out you were so much more innocent than me. Turns out it’s so fucking easy to corrupt guys like you that like to play pretend; you’re not as tough as you try to seem. You’re falling apart from my fucking hand, babe.”

“I know, I know, I know, I know,” Gator’s consumed by the pleasure, with the degradation dragging him deeper into his own version of sub-space. “Just want you to ruin me, I need you to ruin me.”

“Oh, honey, I know. I know you’ve wanted this for a long time, huh?”

“Y- fuckfuckfuck— yes!” His eyes are clamped shut as your grip speeds up.

“How long have you waited for this?”

“Sin- since— god, please—“ Gator’s so fucked up, so, so very fucked up on the way you’ve got control over him right now. “Before y’moved away. Thought ‘bout you every day for months after watchin’ ya’ leave.”

“What did you think about when you jerked off? What did you fantasize about with me?” Your voice is demanding, and he’s in the palm of your hand— literally— willing to answer anything at this point. Except, he takes a pause, and your hand releases his length; Gator cries out, pained by the loss of your touch. “Answer me.”

“I- I-“ He’s so fucked out, unable to think straight. You laugh at how overwhelmed he is, and it causes his cock to kick with desperation. “This. With you. Switchin’ with you. Makin’ you scream n’ squirt— god, please fuckin’ touch me!”

Your hand hovers over his cock, warmth radiating onto him, but not close enough to feel your touch.

“Keep talkin’, Tillman.” Your fingers teasingly flex above him.

“Never thought ‘bout half the things we did so far, everythin’ I thought of with you wasn’t nearly as- as—“ Chest heaving as his panting becomes shallow, he’s leaning back onto your shoulder, desperate for your attention. “Please, please touch me. M’gonna fuckin’ lose it, darlin’. I wanna do everythin’ with you. I trust ya’ more than anyone.”

“Yeah, I know.” You answer simply with a devilish smile. He grunts, absolutely beyond frustrated, trying to snap his hips into your palm, but your legs keep him in place. “Y’gonna be good for me?”

“Always, I- I- can be so good f’you,” Gator’s practically babbling at this point, ready to scream if you don’t touch him. “Please?”

You’re basking in the glow of this control over him, loving how easy he is to please, how easy he is to ruin. But, you did start this to distract him and make him feel better, so you know you have to end this soon on a high note for him.

You grab him again and begin stroking at the pace you left off. He sighs in relief, melting into you.

“You’re mine, yeah? All mine?” You’ve never sounded so possessive over someone before, but it’s only turning you on more.

“Yeah, yes, m’all yours baby.” He’s nearly drooling on himself as his cock throbs in your hand; he’s close to his high, losing himself in the feeling while his eyes roll back in his head. “I’m yours, I’m—“ A strangled groan cuts him off.

“Y’wanna know somethin’, Gator?” You’re talking softly, before moving to his ear to whisper, “I’m all yours, too. Ain’t no one takin’ that from ya’.”

It’s unexpected, but that is what sets him off, that’s what triggers his climax. His body shakes as he cries out, sounding so damn relieved to finally reach this point. He’s moaning your name, moaning profanities, grunting as he cums all over your hand, all over himself. “Babybabybaby—“

And with that, Gator’s gone. He’s on another fucking planet, spilling himself everywhere, body tensing and trembling as the pleasure strikes through his entire being. You can’t take your eyes off of him as he rides it all out, slinking down against you, resting limp like an old doll on your tummy as the moment of ecstasy fades away into exhaustion.

“Gator, babe, lemme get these off of ya’.” You’re gently pushing him forward, and he groans weakly; you reach for the keys on the nightstand, unlocking the cuffs as fast as you can so he can rest. When you free his hands, he doesn’t move them at first, so you move them around to the front for him. “C’mere, honey.”

You’ve got no clue how the sickeningly sweet pet names continue growing between the two of you, but you’re not mad about it. Not at all.

Gator can’t bring himself to move, so you gently maneuver yourself, slipping off the bed as you lay him back on the pillows. “Gimme a second, ‘kay?” You disappear for a few moments before returning with a towel for him, and begin cleaning him off, keeping your touch gentle and light as best as you can.

With heavy lids and heavy breaths, he watches you reach his cock, taking him into your mouth fully to clean him off. He shouts at the overstimulation, so you keep it quick, licking your lips as you shoot an apologetic smile. He uses the last of his energy to sit up shakily, grabbing you and pulling you close; he’s kissing you in his usual clumsy, yet soft way he always does.

When he pulls back with a dopey, spaced out smile, you speak your mind, “I meant what I said, Gator. I’m all yours. No one, not here, not in New York, can change that.”

All he can reply back with is, “Same,” before falling back onto the pillows, pulling you down with him. Laughing, you fall onto him, and he pulls you on top fully. You don’t second guess it, you don’t fight it, not this time. Your head rests on his chest, where you can hear his wild heartbeat attempt to settle down.

You’re kissing him all over, softly, slowly, praising him in whispers. “You were so, so good, Gator.”

He’s so out of it, almost looking stoned, when he grins at you. “Yeah?” You’re giggling at how zoned out he is. “Thank ya’ for the distraction. Helped lots.”

“Yeah.” You answer, feeling him relax and meld into the mattress, “Always here for you, Gator ”. You’re also feeling exhausted, ready to sleep this off with him. “Even if it’s just for a handjob.” You joke, earning a pinch in your side from him at that before he kisses your cheek.

Before he succumbs to rest, though, he’s mumbling into your neck, “Tomorrow I’m teachin’ ya’ about gun safety.” He pats your shoulder sleepily; he’s serious, but you snort at the way that this is what he’s thinking about after everything that just happened.

“We’re not shoveling the entire driveway?”

“Fuck no, he can fuck off. I ain’t makin’ ya’ shovel the snow. He’s a fuckin’ jerk-off.” You notice your lovely East Coast vocabulary is growing on him.

“Okay, Gator.” You’re stifling more laughter, but he’s laughing too, delirious from wearing himself out with you. “We can worry about that tomorrow. You definitely need a nap now or somethin’.”

Gator doesn’t respond, only soft snores answer back as he keeps cuddling with you on top, lulling you to sleep with him

#gator tillman x reader #gator tillman x y/n #gator tillman smut #fargo #my fics #part time soulmate full time problem #i know i said like two hours ago id post tomorrow but whoops couldn’t help myself

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Forced proximity with a feral Logan (Wolverine) where both he and the female reader were subjected to sex pollen?

Feral Logan? Sex pollen? Forced proximity? Now you're speaking my language Anon.

Pairing: Logan "Wolverine" Howlett x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, forced proximity, dub-con because of sex pollen, use of sex pollen, growling/snarling, mention of breeding, overstimulation, begging for more, feral!Logan

A/N: Part of me is happy that we're gonna get a Logan in the MCU eventually but part of me is sad because he won't ever be the same.

"A little more darlin', let me see that pretty pussy, full of my cum." Logan's rough hands grab at your hips and impale you hard on his hard cock, the shape of him already familiar to you from the amount of time you've had him inside you in these past few hours. "'Atta girl."

It could have been two hours, or twenty since you got locked in this room, since you began to feel like you were on fire and the only thing that could soothe it was Logan's cock and cum and his hard body against yours. You tried to fight you, both of you did, but masturbation didn't help, it only made things worse, to see each other turned on, so close to each other, you had to walk over there and ride him, ride him until he flipped you over and mounted your ass.

"Not enough. Shit, fuck, I need more, please, please more, Logan!" Your shaky fingers reached between your legs to clumsily rub your clit in fast and hard circles. It was almost painful now from how much you rubbed it raw, from how Logan sucked on it before while you had your pussy in his face and his cock in your mouth. "More cum! Give me more, come on handsome, fuck my pussy!"

"Such a dirty mouth ya got there darlin'. How can any man resist eh?" It was miracle his claws didn't pop out from how high on emotions and lust he was. His cock was getting ready to give you more, just like you wanted, "Gonna fill that pussy up real good for you, make you pregnant with how much I'm gonna shoot inside ya!" Logan's hips snapped into yours with no control, he had no more left in him, only the primal urge to fuck and claim and breed the pretty, needy, willing woman whose pussy he was pounding.

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no-m4gic · 1 year

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Hi! I'm the anom who asked for the autistic reader and I loved your writing! So may I request the same THH characters but with a reader who's try to be the sunshine in their lives (example: help Chihiro to be himself), but is secretly depressed and hide It from them cause reader doesn't want to seem fragile?

Sorry If Is complex XD thx!

i have limited free time so i know im probably never gonna complete (another) request(s) today. also i discovered i have no idea how to write for hifumi and yasuhiro, so i'm gonna blacklist them and replace them with mukuro. felt like this request seemed like a good prompt for nagito and also i feel like i could replace ishimaru's one with komaeda's as an apology.

sorry if you wanted the girls too, i'll get on them as soon as i finish my work- i didn't have enough time to write for them. i'll write for ishimaru, too. sorry for missing a lot of characters!

p.s thanks guys for your support !! i appreciate it sm <33

that's a long title 😨

the tags are such a PAIN

~ mod sitaya

THH CHARACTERS W/ AN S/O WHO IS THEIR SUNSHINE BUT IS SECRETLY DEPRESSED

BYAKUYA TOGAMI

"damnit s/o, why didn't you tell me earlier? you know i wouldn't judge you."

money = happiness to him, so he wouldn't fully understand your pain. he'll still support you though, if you need anything he'll send one of his workers to get it for you.

i mean if you were gone, yeah, he'd definitely be upset, so whenever he couldn't understand, he'll just imagine how he'll be like if you died or something.

he'll hire a personal therapist for you, unless you want him to be your therapist... which trust me, he is not good at.

bro can't even comfort anyone without making them cry more.

since he can't comfort someone psychologically, he'll comfort them physically, though he'll only show displays of affection at home or when you guys are alone, n e v e r in public.

honestly at this point, he won't give a shit if you stain his rich people clothes with your tears, he can buy the same new clothes again.

he's not that desperate, but can you imagine byakuya singing his s/o a lullaby?

not really, but he'll tuck you into bed himself personally if you fall asleep while sobbing your eyes out.

if you don't, he'll ask if you wanna fly out of japan for awhile, on his rich people private jet.

it's the least he could do to repay you for helping him during his dark times.

MAKOTO NAEGI

"s/o. how could you hide this from me? did you think i was going to criticize you...?"

he wouldn't ask the million questions running through his head first, he'd hold you first.

you come before anything.

he'll hold you for as long as you'd like, letting you cry in his shoulder while he rubs your back and pats your head.

since you helped him show the others he isn't an 'omega male' and also chased everyone who bullied him away, he'll return the favor.

he'll tell the teacher that you weren't feeling well and needed some time to rest in your room.

also he'll bring you your homework so you don't have to get it yourself and do tons of paperwork at once after coming back.

you don't need a therapist, you have naegi tell them as your therapist.

he'll listen to you go on for the entire day, and if you need to break down, you can jump into his arms and break down, using his shirt as a handkerchief.

MONDO OOWADA

"damnit... who did this s/o?!"

honestly he might just break down too.

but then he'll tell himself he's gotta be a man, with balls in front of his s/o.

he'll put his coat around you and hug you, telling you that it's alright and you can let everything out.

you can take that in any way.

he feels really guilty whenever he has to leave you for training or a competition.

but he'll always come back with a gift and your favorite takeout.

if you ever wanna cuddle, go find him. he'll be more than happy to have a reason to hold you.

daily compliments whenever you two meet up.

CHIHIRO FUJISAKI

"s/o, it's okay. you're not hopeless, you're filled with hope, you still have so much more potential,"

he'll offer to accompany you to do some activities to keep your mind distracted and also to cheer you up.

something maybe like styling your hair and making it look ridiculous by putting tons of bright, glittery accessories on your hair.

he'd ask if sharing his own insecurities would help, maybe just so you know he has other countless insecurities than just him fearing showing the others he's a guy.

if making your hair look worse than junko's didn't cheer you up, chihiro would make up some stupid games like hop like a bunny into mondo's room or sing one of sayaka's songs outside makoto's room while he's showering.

speaking of sayaka's songs, he'll blast all her upbeat pop songs in the room and you two can dance your heart out.

LEON KUWATA

"i figured. now come here i'm gonna cuddle your sadness away!"

leon would definitely try to remain positive

the only good side would be that he could skip his daily weekday baseball training, since y'know he likes hates baseball.

but no, really, he'd have NO idea on how to comfort someone properly.

he'd ask what he could do to make you feel better.

as well as bring you out to get ice cream.

while you guys are out you may or may not encounter celestia's cat wandering around aimlessly... and bring it back to leon's room.

obviously you guys return her, maybe style her a little, watch leon get scratched by her and so on.

overall at least you recovered quickly and now everyone can see you smile again <3

BONUS ;; NAGITO KOMAEDA

NAGITO KOMAEDA

"oh s/o. you didn't have to hide it from me, hopeless trash like me don't have the right to judge hopeful people like you,"

well now it was his turn to have his clothes stained with tears.

countless outfits of yours have been stained with his tears, because whenever you'd return late (which was always) he'd think you left him or something, and the closest thing he has to you are your clothes.

he's clingy.

and he'll become clingier.

everywhere you go he'll follow you like a lost puppy.

lost puppy literally. he won't just follow you, he'll beg for your attention.

anyway... back to you, once you even mention you were upset he'd pull you into a tight hug.

imagine how long that tight hug would be with depressed.

verrrrrry verrry long.

he'd wish he didn't have to let go of you.

and he wouldn't. you'd have to literally wait for him to fall asleep just to work your way out his arms.

he'll shower you in compliments and bless you with encouragements.

if you wanted he could ask gundham for a cat or dog or something, or he'd blackmail gundham just to "borrow" the four dark devas of destruction for like 10 minutes before giving them back even though nagito would lie and say they'd forever be gone.

you want, he buy. literally, you just have to say "i want this" and you'll have it.

no more despair only hope.

IM SORRY ITS MISSING SO MANY CHARACTERS ANON 😭

#byakuya togami x reader #byakuya x reader #togami x reader #makoto naegi x reader #makoto x reader #ishimaru x reader #mondo owada x reader #mondo x reader #chihiro fujisaki x reader #chihiro x reader #leon kuwata x reader #kuwata x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #nagito x reader #komaeda x reader

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shinestarhwaa · 8 months

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ENEMY || CHOI SAN

Genre: Smut

Pairing: San x Fem reader

Word Count: 2K

Tags/warnings: Enemies to Lovers!AU, Free Use, Its consented!!!, unprotected sex, rough sex, traffic sign method (safewords), dom!San, rough sex, blowjob, BDSM, spanking (his belt is used as whip), pain kink, hairpulling, name-calling (use of slut&whore), pussyslapping, dacryphilia, choking kink, this is just pure porn lol, pls do not read if you're sensitive to any of these things

this may come off as quite toxic but I mean... enemies to lovers AND free use?

*funfact: the word for hitting someone or something repeatedly with your dick is called swaffelen/zwaffelen and it's Dutch LOL

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ENJOY!

The arrangement you had agreed on was insane, to say the least. You had agreed to let the hottest person on earth fuck you whenevet he wants. What's bad about that, you may think? He also happened to be your absolute enemy.

All through college he had been insufferable, nagging you and playing pranks on you. But now he lived in the same building and on a drunken night you let him take you. With a heavy heart you gave him your key just like you promised. You could barely imagine all the dirty things he'll do to you.

Quickly San started coming over almost everyday. There wasn't a piece of furniture or a room in your apartment he hadn't railed you in yet. The only time he was off limits was when you were on your period or clearly told him no with your safeword; red.

All the other times you'd complain or say no it wouldn't matter. He could do whatever he wanted until you said the word red, and everything would stop immediately. Now you had never have to use your safeword, because you were an absolute slut for this man.

You could already feel your skin tingle when you heard the front door opening. You could tell it was San as you listened to the footsteps. You looked up, stopping with folding your laundry as he walked into the room.

"Hey," he said, undoing his black tie. Man, he looked gorgeous. You swallowed thickly and kept folding your laundry, it was just a regular washing day, but that was gonna change soon enough.

"Hey San," you said. He came up to you, something about him being off. He took the shirt out of your hand and tossed it back in the basket. In no time his lips were attached to your neck, sucking on the sensitive, delicate skin.

You could already feel his hardness press against your thigh, strained against the material of his jeans. "What's wrong, San?" You asked. He sighed, "work frustration. Please just let me take you."

He had never asked 'please' before, so you guessed his work problems might be serious. You had no idea what his job was though and you also didn't care. The contract says he gets to use you whenever he wants but truthfully you're also using him just to get some cock in your pussy.

You knew how much of a slut you could be for him, but no man ever pleasured you the way you wanted to be pleasured, no man would ever treat you the way San did, no man knew how much you loved to be filled up like San did.

San pushed you to the ground and unbuckled his belt, taking it out of his pants. It made your insides flutter, alerting you to his every move. You unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his legs, taking his underwear down as well.

His big, hard cock sprung free, standing proudly against his stomach. "Suck it, slut," he commanded, gripping your hair tightly. You gasped as he took his cock in his free hand, slapping it on your cheek. "Colour?" "Green, San."

San smirked, you knew he loved hitting you with his cock before he used you. He had a thing for watching it lay against your face, slapping your cheeks and your tongue. You weren't sure what it was about it, but he got a real kick from it, so you let him. Not that you had a choice anyway.

''You fucking love that, you cockslut,'' he grunted as he forced his cock into your mouth, sliding it so far it hit the back of your throat. You gagged and teared up immediately, making him laugh at your helplessness. He thrusted forcefully and quickly, throwing his head back as he threw his head back.

''Fuuuuckkk...,'' San moaned loudly. Tears flowed down your cheeks as you looked up at him. You gagged and choked on his dick repeatedly as he pushed your head down on him, burying himself so deep inside you. He then pulled out of you, letting you regain your breath.

You wiped your tears as you took deep breaths. San grabbed your wrist as he pulled you to the bedroom. ''Undress,'' he commanded. You quickly undressed until you were naked. San ordered you to get on your knees, and you were quick to obey.

San smirked as he watched you swallow thickly. He took his tie and tied your wrists tightly behind your back. You winced slightly from the pain, but it also send tingles down your spine and you could feel yourself dripping between your legs.

It almost brought you shame, to be so aroused by this man, who treated you 'badly' during sex. But how could it be bad when it felt so good, right?

San unbuttoned a few of the buttons of his shirt, revealing his large chest. He wrapped his belt around the palm of his hand twice and stood before you. ''Look at you... eyeing me like that, hungry for some cock...''

His chest was so gorgeous and toned, so muscular you'd die for it. You wanted to lay on it, kiss it, lick it and work your way down to his abs and his crotch but that's not how this worked. San had complete control over you, your body and your sexlife. He ordered you around. He made the rules, and God, you couldn't love it more than you already did.

"So hungry for cock...," you panted out. Before you knew it his belt hit your thighs, making you cry out. San smirked as he brought his belt down again, hitting your breasts. "S-san," you moaned. Your thigh turned red immediately. He was gonna leave big bruises on your body today, but you brought that to yourself after telling him your interests in BDSM.

"You fucking love this, don't you? Being treated like a little whore..."

You closed your eyes, swallowing thickly, trying to control the wetness between your thighs. You loved it so goddam much and it made you so insanely wet. You could practically feel it run down your thighs at this point and it was hard for you to admit how much you loved the way he treated you.

"Open your eyes, slut," he grunted. All his clothes were on the floor and he was standing naked in front of you. "Bend over." You gasped and swallowed thickly. ''I said, bend over.''

"What? Here?" You asked, looking around as you sat on the fluffy carpet. "Yes. Here." You bend over, head on the carpet as your ass was up in the air, exposed for San to hit. Your wrists were still tied on your back, hands shaking ever so slightly.

You could feel your body trembling for him as the anticipation rose. Soon enough you felt another hit on your skin, making you yelp as you felt the cold metal of the belt on your ass. "S-San, please," you begged, even though you weren't sure if you begged him to stop or keep going.

San hit harder this time, bringing tears to your eyes. You mewled and whimpered out his name, clawing at the soft rug underneath you. "Such a whore... You fucking love this don't you," San scoffed as he let his belt come down your behind again.

It started to hurt, the more he hit you. When he used the other end of the belt you could take it longer, but when the medal of his belt buckle hits your sensitive skin it became more serious.

"Y-Yellow, yellow," you panted, the sting of his belt feeling too intense now. San immediately let go of the belt and untied your wrists. Yellow did not mean stop completely, but he knew it meant that it was becoming too much.

San picked you up with ease and laid you on the bed, positioning himself between your legs. You panted out as you rested your head on the soft pillows. The skin on your ass was still burning, but you soon forgot about it as soon as San slipped his tongue inside your pussy.

You moaned out his name as you ran your hands through his raven locks. "Fuck, yes San eat my fucking pussy," you moaned as he moved his tongue inside you, collecting all your juices. You pulled at his hair, making him moan into your cunt.

''Yes! Fuck, just like that, that feels so fucking good San, eat your little slut, fuck me with your tongue!'' You kept desiring him everyday and you could never say no to him, not when he ate your pussy like this.

As San kept working on your cunt you felt your toes curl and your skin tingle. The familiar warmth build up in your abdomen and you soon came undone on San's tongue.

San rode out your orgasm and looked up from between your legs, smirking like a devil. You panted heavily as you came down from your high, sweat collecting on your skin.

The man before you sat up before bringing his hand down to slap at your pussy. You moaned loud as his fingers brushed against your sensitive clit. "S-San, please!" You begged, needing his cock but San ignored you and repeatedly hit your pussy, making you whine loudly.

"Please, please, please! Cock! Give me your cock, now, please!" You cried out, arousal flowing from your cunt. "Why, baby? Are you gonna cry? Gonna sob for my cock? Are you that much of a whore? I know you are, little one," he grunted.

His hand slid over your body to your throat, wrapping around it. Your breath hitched and you just moaned, surprising San and yourself as well. "God, you fucking..."

San didn't know how fast to fill your mouth up with his cock again. You gagged as your throat protested, still being choked as San forced his dick into your mouth. Your eyes teared up immediately and you gagged and let out the most sinful, slick noises as San lost himself in pleasure, using your mouth as his fucktoy. You, as his fucktoy.

"You're such a kinky little minx," San grunted before withdrawing his cock from your mouth and now sliding his big length into your tight pussy. "Such a kinky, naughty, bad little girl."

You moaned and nodded as his hips rocked into you. He fucked you with such a fast pace you nearly saw stars. San gawked at your breasts bouncing around and he only fucked you harder and faster.

"Yes! San, fuck me! Fuck me!"

"Oh baby I'll fuck you, harder than anyone has ever before, gonna fucking ruin your little pussy!" He groaned. "Yes! Yes, ruin it, ruin me, take me," you whined.

The sex that the two of you had was so rough and animalistic that your building must think he was murdering you. You screamed and moaned and grunted loudly, clawing and groping each other. San kept thrusting into you so hard and so deep you swore you'd pass out from the sensation.

Your wetness gushed out of you as you suddenly came, pleasure overtaking you as you clenched on San's cock. "Yeah, fucking cum on my cock, that's it you whore, that's it, cum on my fucking big cock!"

You cried loudly, tears flowing down your cheeks. "Oh yeah, that's it baby, moan for me, fucking cry on my cock, huh? That's a good girl, that's such a good girl."

It was as if San wasn't a person any longer, he was some animalistic beast, thrusting into you and groaning and grunting every word. You sobbed as the sensation became too much, being pushed over the edge once more.

"San! San, S-Sa-an!" You whined loudly. It didn't take long before San filled your cunt with his seeds, moaning loudly as he did so.

You panted out as he pulled away, laying next to you. You sobbed softly, trying to regain your breath and you swore you saw a hint of worry in his eyes.

"T-thank you," San breathed out, closing his eyes. You swallowed thickly and nodded. "No problem, it's what I'm here for." "That's right, beautiful... my little fuck toy," he said with a smouldering look on his face.

His fuck toy. And you didn't even mind.

#kpop #ateez #smut #san #starshinehwaa #oneshot #san x reader #unholy stuff right here

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melodygatesauthor · 1 year

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The Moon Boys and Periods

Moon Boys X f!Reader

For my dear friend @welcometostayingawake, and any other friends that may be dealing with this lovely problem that plagues us all ❤️

Summary: Headcanons of the first period the Moon Boys experience with their SO.

Tags/Warnings: SFW, period fluff, fluff, that’s pretty much it, just a comfort fic, I did NOT edit this

Word Count: 1.2k

Steven

You woke up with the pain in your abdomen that could only mean one thing, you started your period.

Steven would be all smiles when he opens his eyes, as he usually is when waking up next to you in the morning.

When he sees that something isn’t quite right with you, while you’re making small whimpers and hunched in pain, he immediately goes into stuttering Steven panic mode.

“Are you alright, love? What’s wrong?” He’d say with his eyebrows knitted together tightly.

You would start by telling him not to touch you, feeling not only over-stimulated but a little embarrassed that you started your period for the first time in front of him. You’d thought you had one more day.

“Oh…” Steven would say as he realized what was happening.

He’d never been with someone while they were on their period and didn’t know the proper protocol. Did he buy you chocolates? Flowers? Make you tea? Cuddle you all day with your favorite films on the telly?

All of it, Steven is doing all of it.

“No Steven.” You’d start with. “I’m just going to go home and take some Tylenol. I don’t even have any hygiene products to take care of the problem.”

Steven’s absolutely not having it. His rare demanding side comes out, rendering you completely speechless.

“Now that’s quite enough of that, Darling. Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve got a heating pad, yeah? I’m going to put that on you and run you a hot bath. While you’re in the tub I’ll run to the store and get what you need and then we’ll get you fixed right up.”

You simply can’t protest with that can you? So you just nod with a soft, “ok” while he sets you up with a heating pad.

In short order, you’re being made to get in the tub, while Steven takes your clothes with the intention to get them washed.

When Steven returns, he has so much stuff. He has flowers that he ever so sweetly places in a vase next to the bedside to brighten your day, he has chocolates, he has crisps in case you want something salty, he has tea, and he even brought you a change of clothes from your apartment. He even got both pads and tampons because he wasn’t sure which you preferred.

“When you’re done in the tub, let me know and I’ll make you a hot cup of tea, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You’d say with the biggest smile.

Marc

Similarly to when you were with Steven, it starts with that sharp nagging in your stomach.

Marc immediately thinks it must be something very seriously wrong with you to be whimpering the way you are.

“Baby, baby are you ok? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?” He would ask first and foremost, a harsh panic in his tone.

“Um, no, I’m fine, I just. I just need to go home and get some Tylenol and stay there.” You’d say.

Unlike Steven, Marc takes your word for it and will assume that you know what you need better than he does. However, when you insist on taking public transit, rather than letting him drive you, his more protective side comes out.

“No, I’m driving you. Look at you, you can hardly stand.” He’d say.

He would be right, you were holding on to the wall in the apartment holding your abdomen tenderly.

“I don’t want to bleed in your car.” You would protest.

“It’s gonna take a lot more than a little blood to bother me baby, but if it would make you feel better we can put down a towel.”

Marc would then get you to your apartment and help you inside. When you say, “I’m fine, you can leave now.” He’d respond with, “not a chance, where do you keep your cups?”

You’d point him in the right direction to find the things required to fill you with water and Tylenol. While he was getting everything together, including setting up your pillows and blankets comfortably, you’re taking care of yourself in the bathroom.

Marc doesn’t leave all day, even when you tell him he doesn’t have to stay. He loves you, and wants to make sure you’re comfy and have what you need.

At the end of the day, you know he will go anywhere if you need him to, and would do so happily.

Jake

Pain once more, but this time you’re waking up next to Jake Lockley.

Jake hasn’t found something yet that his kisses couldn’t fix for you, and so he wastes no time pressing his lips to yours softly.

While you appreciate the gesture, and you do love kissing Jake, it doesn’t change the fact that you are uncomfortable, and he’s not helping.

“Tell me what you need cariño.” He would insist, wondering if he’s out of his league. This feels like a Steven problem, he would think, but Steven and Marc are out at the moment, leaving him to take care of you.

“I just need to get back to my apartment and get some Tylenol. I’m just going to stay there I think.” You’d say, groaning as you sit up.

Just like Marc, he’s insisting on driving you, and just like with Marc, he doesn’t give two shits about a little blood. He’s seen plenty of it to last a few lifetimes.

The difference is that Jake is getting you there in half the time, and he’s making sure no one bothers you on your way into the building.

“I’m all set Jake, really, you can go home now.” You would say once you were inside.

He would tip up your chin with his gloved finger and kiss you softly. “You’re not getting rid of me today hermosa. Go run yourself a nice hot bath. I’ll be back in a little while.”

While you were in the bath, Jake would go to the store and scour each aisle with a furrowed brow. The man that was normally so in control, felt powerless for the first time. He didn’t know what to do.

However, he would have no qualms about asking someone what women need on their period.

One of nearly everything. Jake is coming home with one of almost everything from the drugstore that the clerk suggested, or so it would seem. Tampons and pads in every size and type. Do you like chocolate? Doesn’t matter, you can start your own factory now. Did you want to open a pharmacy? Because you have enough ibuprofen to supply a small army. Any period you have from now until the end of your days is accounted for.

Jake would then cuddle you for hours while you fall asleep to the sound of his beating heart with your head on his warm chest.

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cressthebest · 7 days

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Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 15

chapter 26: (check tags for triggers)

1. james’ stab wound will heal, but of course he’s gonna have to use a cane for the rest of his life. my poor darling. but also! CHARACTERS WITH DISABILITIES THAT WONT BE ERASED!!! HELL YEAH!

2. this nurse is pissing me off. sirius is asking if james and reg are gonna be okay, and all she can talk about it appearances and scars. not if they’ll be okay

3. sirius and reg are reunited. thank god. this is what the world needs

4. “"I love you. You're my brother; of course I love you. Always have, always will, and nothing—absolutely nothing in this world could ever change that, do you hear me? You're enough for me, and I love you. Never, never fucking doubt that."” AHHHHHHHHHHHHH reg needed to hear that so bad, and james needed to say it so bad

5. 😧😟 reg is vomitting blood. yikes. wow. that’s yikes. it’s not even HIS BLOOD that he’s vomiting. and i wanna know who’s blood filled that river. i want to know who was killed to make blood for that river

6. “”It's fine. I didn't even like this shirt.” (Sirius really liked this shirt.)” 😭😭

7. 😊 siblings! sirius wipes reg’s face, and reg threatens to vomit on him again

8. reg questioning if he actually made it out. that breaks both mine and sirius’ heart. “"I—I thought it made sense, because why would I have scars if I was dead?””

9. reg breaking down and sobbing to his brother. wow. i- wow

10. gosh, remus and sirius are already like a married couple. i love them

11. regulus would just wake up and ask for james. that hurts. in no way was my experience any where near as bad, but i know it must suck to wake up, calling for someone, and them not to be there. when i woke up from wisdom tooth surgery, i called out for my mom many times, and the nurses jsut told me to be quiet, and i can’t see her. i was so distressed that i cried. my pain is not anywhere like james or reg’s but i know that it sucks.

12. sobbing. reg needs to shower, but doesn’t want to get in the water. he’s scared of the water. like wow

13. god, james wakes up and starts fighting people. he never should have had to go through that.

14. james is begging to see regulus, and regulus begged to NOT see james. idk how zar could have hurt me any more, but here we are

15. james and sirius have matching scars! that’s horrific! but! they’re matching!

16. sirius’ words before james went into the arena. we get to know them. and it’s both healing to know the memory, but also hurts like a motherfucking truck

17. sirius asking for remus to kiss him! consent!

18. shit. remus realized he loved sirius. like. loved him. wolfstar better be granted happiness in this universe

19. authors end note: “you think regulus is unhinged? sirius is so, so much worse 😳”

chapter 27:

1. god, regulus needs to take a shower. he must STINK. but also, i do not blame him for not wanting to

2. i appreciate remus’ honestly. he will not dance around the point with reg, and honestly, that’s what he needs

3. oh my god. is remus gonna get reg to take a bath? honestly, if anyone could do it, it would be remus. nobody else could do it

4. remus sharing the petty hallow drama 😭😭

5. james and sirius friendship is all i need in this life

6. oh wow. sirius is hurt that james never told him about his crush on regulus. not that james likes regulus. i love when fics do that instead of sirius being angry

7. i love that it’s no issue for james and sirius to share a bed. they need comfort. they share. that’s that.

8. sirius not letting james have a drink cause he knows it’s a slippery slope >>>>>>

9. ✨remus lupin✨

10. 😧 reg but sirius as a reflex from the arena. and immediately apologized. he’s never hit sirius before. and wow. that-

11. sirius is admitting something he never even told james. that he accidentally hit effie. and 😧😧😧

12. AWWWW REMUS CALLED JAMES SWEETHEART

13. honorable mention for all pandora did in this chapter. she is a lifesaver, she is a queen, she is a goddess, and she deserves so much

#marauders #regulus black #james potter #fanfic #jegulus #sirius black #tw vomit #vomiting #cw vomit #tw blood #remus lupin #wolfstar #pandora rosier #pandora lovegood #crimson rivers

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mccnstruck · 8 months

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watching you paint the skies

characters: kazuha x gn!reader

tags: ANGST, angst no comfort, major character death, mutual pining except they never got together

a/n: hi !! i’m back from hiatus, but idk if im gonna be writing anytime soon after this. maybe? who knows. but, this is for @mishantics for @solarisfortuneia’s summer santa event !! i hope you enjoy <3

“1…2…3…Up!”

“Hmph!”

A loud thump rang through the Crux as the crew members made sure it was set to travel along with the other cargo.

One of the crew members scanned her eyes around the cargo before giving a thumbs-up to the crew below. “Alright, that’s the last of them!”

“Thank the archons. After the Sakoku Degree was lifted, it seems like all the cargo has piled up during that time!”

The crew member looked around Liyue Harbor before sighing. “Definitely. You never realize how much people connect with each other until it’s taken away from you.”

The crew members above shared an agreed nod. One of them spoke up. “My husband was stuck during the Degree, and man… was it the most painful time of my life.”

“Same with my son! He had a thesis he had to complete and knowing he had a vision made my heart tighten every night. I wouldn’t even know if my son was dead or alive with every sunrise that woke me up.”

“Thank the archons the degree has been lifted.”

The silence that rose between the crew wasn’t awkward, considering they’d spent a lot of time working in silence. It was instead filled with gratitude, that they were able to work in a place where they connected families and loved ones together. It was of gratitude to see their family in a situation where they didn’t know if they would see them again.

The scribbling of a pen stopped and ears perked up. The white-haired poet looked up at the unusually solemn crew and was about to ask if they were alright, but was suddenly interrupted by a flash of light before it erupted into loud cracks of thunder.

Not only did crew members look up, but the people roaming through Liyue’s shops looked to the skies as well. The sky looked as if a brush stroked the skies using the sun’s rays as paint. The red and oranges and blues all clashed all while the thundering clouds as threats of rain roamed through Liyue Harbor.

“Woah…!”

“Just gorgeous…”

“What a beauty…”

Besides the occasional flinch when thunder struck, Kazuha sat in awe of the skies. How they could be so fierce and still capture everyone’s eyes. Oh, how they could leave Kazuha, possessor of the vision of wind, breathless.

His eyes widened as he swore to archons he heard your laugh when the thunder roared again. And oh, how his heart yearned for you like the day he heard your final laugh, slowly losing the charm he could never find in anyone else.

The memories of you lying there; leaving your mark on the ground to everyone else with red haunted Kazuha.

That day, he ran faster than when he was being chased by soldiers. He ran faster than when news spread of his friend being killed by the Shogun. He ran faster than the rain pelted down onto the ground.

That day, he ran so fast he thought he was going to black out from the sudden adrenaline in his bones.

He fell to his knees next to you and almost felt like his own heart was shot from pain.

When he took your cold hands in his, he knew. You weren’t going to walk out of this battlefield alive. And miraculously, knowing this as well, you smiled at him.

“Kazuha…”

“Yes, my de-”, Kazuha stopped his sentence.

You softly laughed, and Kazuha wished, prayed that he could hear that laugh anywhere else. Anywhere else but here.

“Ever so hesitant. I should’ve-” you coughed, before continuing,” I should’ve asked you out to that nice restaurant since you haven’t.”

Your eyes screamed declarations of love, and Kazuha wishes he saw how you looked at him before.

Tears welled up in Kazuha’s eyes, joining the rain that poured down. Your hands shakily wiped them off his face, and he relished in your touch.

“I…I’ll be waiting by that restaurant then. Would you get the flowers I like too…?”

You smile. “Of course.”

Your cough was harder to ignore, and the rapid decrease of warmth in your skin wasn’t ignored by Kazuha. He gritted his teeth; he wanted to tell you (mostly himself) that you would be alright. That somehow, you would still be alive. But he hated lying to you, and it already seemed you knew it too.

“Kazuha.”

His tears fell, as he desperately pleaded, “Please. Don’t go. Don’t leave…”

Your last tears fell onto the ground, as the smile on your face was too painful to bear.

“I love you, Kazuha.”

Your breath was shallow. He gasped for air himself, and suddenly he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Your eyes slowly closed, taking in one more longing glance at Kazuha.

He gasped, “I…”

He cradled your face, now cold as the raindrops falling. Cold as the soldiers who took you from this world.

Who took you from him.

He slowly lifted your body, as your name in his mouth felt like iron on his tongue.

You were gone.

Kazuha wondered if you were in the skies. Laughing with the storm up ahead; painting the reds and oranges.

If you were still here, Kazuha would’ve said that you’re putting on a show for everyone, since they could all see it. If you were still here, you would’ve said that your eyes were only focused on his own.

If you only…

“Kazuha!”

He jumped in his seat and looked back to see the same crew member who was helping with the cargo.

She smiled. “Sorry for scaring you, but we were wondering if you wanted to go to the harbor and grab a drink. The weather seems like it’s gonna delay our trip for a while.”

Kazuha smiled back. “Of course. Let me grab my things. I’ll catch up with you guys.”

She grinned. “Great! We’ll meet you on the dock,” she said, leaving Kazuha to himself and making her way down.

Kazuha picked up his journal and stared one last time at the emerging clouds.

You were a force to be reckoned with, Kazuha thought. Sometimes how you stepped forward to anything brought him chills.

His vision went blurry, as he pulled his sleeve to his eyes. He could only whisper for you to keep painting the skies for him and only him. He held out his pinky and looked towards the skies.

The thunder roared again, followed by a strong gust of wind. The wind promised Kazuha to guide him in his endeavors and to always lead him to you; all he had to do was look up and watch the sunset as you splashed paints onto the skies.

Kazuha attempted to wipe his tears, but the wind beat him to it; the cold air soothing his tear-stained face. He softly laughed, as he knew you would forever comfort him with your cheeky little ways. He grabbed his things and finally stood up, walking down to the dock to meet with the crew.

Kazuha looked to the skies once more, seeing himself in you. The corners of his mouth lifted as the final teardrop hit the wood below him.

"Wait for me, ok? I'll be there one day, painting the skies with you."

He paused.

"I…I love you too."

The wind blew a kiss to his cheek as a final goodbye, before making its way through the buildings of Liyue and through the mountains, leaving Kazuha once more.

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#kazuha #kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha x gn reader #kazuha x gender neutral reader #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #[ the lost library ]#damn.#writing these tags before posting almost feels nostalgic #genshin x reader #genshin #genshin angst #genshin fanfic #genshin impact

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omegasimpsstuff · 7 months

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A Halloween to remember.

(This is my first time writing stuff like this in 4 years so pardon me for being bad ik it will be😭 but you all said you wanted me to start writing so here we go. I definitely take requests so comment any request you have and I’ll tag you when I make it)

Warnings: smut.

I walked down the stairs, i was supposed to start getting ready for the halloween party me and Kenny got invited to, but I didn’t feel up to it. It was rare that Kenny was home due to him being on the road so much for work so I definitely didn’t wanna spent what little time I had with him socializing with other people. I walked over to him on the couch where he was on his phone.

“Do we have to go to this party?” I asked and he looked up at me.

“Why? Do you not wanna go?” He replied.

“Not really, I just wanna be with you” I said as he sat up

“I haven’t seen some of the people there in a while, so if we’re not going, your gonna have to make it worth my while” he said is a seductive voice as he pulled me in front of him. I kneeled down and noticed his bulge being bigger then usual and smirked.

“I definitely will” I said while palming him earning a groan from him. I started playing with the waistband of his shorts.

“I don’t have all day” he said in a frustrated tone.

“Actually you do” I replied and be shot me a death glare. I finally pulled down his pants, his hard cock finally free from its painful cover. I leaned my head forward and started gently kissing the head and he moved his hand into my hair.

I licked a long stripe under his shaft causing him to tighten his grip in my hair making it more like a death lock.

Once he made eye contact with me I took him in my mouth.

“Fuck” he groaned. He is so big it’s always a challenge to take him in my mouth completely but I am never one to back down from a challenge. I slowly started taking him more and more in my mouth. He threw his head back resting on the couch cushion in pleasure.

“God, your so fucking good at this baby.” But I wanted to make him feel ever better, I used my hand to cover whatever my mouth currently couldn’t. He started spewing out curse words.

I was finally starting to get close to having him completely in my mouth but apparently I was taking to long for his licking and he started thrusting himself all the way into my throat.

I could feel the tears starting to roll down my cheeks as sounds of gagging filled the living room.

“I could fuck your throat all day long” he said as he started to thrust harder. Spit and precum starting to spill out of my mouth.

“Look at you all desperate for me, you want me to fuck you like the brat you are?” He asked as I moaned in agreement. The vibrations driving him closer and closer to the edge.

The was nearly there I could feel him getting closer and closer to the edge but suddenly he pulled out.

“As good as that felt, and trust me it did. That’s not the way I want to cum” he said as he picked me up and laid me down on the couch throwing off my shorts.

“Look at how wet you are for me already, it’s pathetic” he said smugly and he slid my thong down to my knees.

He didn’t give me any warning or any time to adjust he just quickly thrusted into me and started going at a animalistic pace.

“You feel so good inside me’ I wailed out as he continued pounding into me.

“Yeah I bet I do, you’d do anything to have me slamming into you like this wouldn’t you. Your such a filthy whore. He said as his fingers found my clit having my screaming his name.

I could feel him twitch inside of me and he groaned and cursed. Spilling his seed deep inside me. Causing me to finish, my vision went white and I could almost see stars.

He sloppily and slowly kept going to ride out both of our orgasms. And then pulled out, whimpering at the loss of him.

“What��s wrong?” He asked, back to his normal self.

“It’s over” I replied with a desperate voice I could barely recognize

“Baby, that was only round one”

(OMG I NEED JESUS AFTER THAT-)

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Would being close to him still hurt if I weren't in mourning for everything I had lost? Would it still burn if there were no obstacles between us, no moral and painful restrictions preventing me from allowing myself to get lost in his embrace, his kisses, his touch? Did he know that I loved him, with a certainty as vast and bright as the sun? Did I want to make sure he did?

✦ on this chapter: dave mustaine x female!oc, james hetfield x female! oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, angst, love triangle

✦ a/n: hi, guys! just wanted to let everyone know that as promised, I'll start posting these last few parts twice a week - on Mondays and then on Thursdays or Fridays, depending on how much free time I have. Hope you enjoy this one, feedback is welcome! 🖤

✧ you can blame it on the stars, you can tell it to the moon / baby, I used to be good but I went bad for you / you can try and escape me but I came for you ✧

"Thanks, Amsterdam! You guys rocked!" James shouted, a massive grin plastered on his face, eyes lit up with sheer excitement as the pumped-up crowd went wild with applause.

I couldn't help but crack a smile at the scene – James, Lars, Kirk, and Cliff showing their appreciation in those closing moments of the gig. It hit me then; I had missed this, the thrill, the carefree laughs, that electric buzz running through me. Snagging another beer from the cooler stashed at the stage corner, I trailed backstage, tagging along with Leanne and Pat.

Pretty soon, the guys sauntered in, all laughter and loud banter. Cliff led the charge into the dressing room, a damp towel draped around his shoulders and a joint already fired up. He shot us a grin before chiming in:

"Not too shabby for our first gig away from home, huh?"

"You guys killed it, as usual." Leanne beamed, striding over. She wrapped her arms around Cliff's neck, going up on tiptoes to plant a kiss on him. He chuckled, giving her a tight squeeze, and I couldn't help but smile at the sweet scene.

"We kicked ass!" Lars cheered, grinning from ear to ear. He whipped out a bottle of vodka from the mystery depths of wherever and began pouring shots. "Now, it's drinkin' time, and we're gonna soak in some Venom. Fucking Venom, man!"

"Think they'll autograph my guitar?" Kirk joked, laughing, as he swiftly downed his vodka shot. I chuckled, genuinely pumped, and joined in, pouring myself a shot of vodka. I glanced up when I sensed a weight on my shoulders – there was James, slinging an arm around me before snagging a vodka glass for himself.

"You're all sweaty," I scrunched up my face, and he just laughed, knocking back his vodka shot in one go.

"Wanna hop in the shower with me?" he teased in a husky chuckle, giving my cheek a quick kiss before sauntering off to join Pat. I stood there, dumbfounded, my face burning as I touched the spot on my cheek still tingling from his lips.

The guys headed for a shower break while the stage got prepped for the night's main event. Leanne joined Cliff in the shower, but Pat and I hung back in the dressing room. We polished off the vodka bottle while I enjoyed a smoke, chatting quietly.

"So, how's the tour life treating you?" I tossed out, more to fill the quiet air than anything else. Ever since I had ditched my gig at the record store after splitting with Dave, Pat and I hadn't talked at all. Now, seeing her all cozy with James felt a bit off. I couldn't shake off Leanne's words, about Pat maybe digging the idea of James more than the real deal of who he was.

"Oh, it's been fucking amazing!" she beamed, eyes gleaming as she popped open another beer. Her slightly rosy cheeks betrayed how intoxicated she was. "James has been dragging me to all sorts of gigs since we started dating. Bummer you've been missing out lately."

"Well, I'm here now," I flashed a smile, attempting to mask my unease. Thankfully, I wasn't stuck in the conversation for too long; a quick guitar chord played, signaling that Venom’s gig was kicking off. I rose with a smile that might've been just a bit forced. "The show's starting. Want to catch it?"

"I'll wait for James," she smiled, and I gave a nod before ducking out of the dressing room.

I hadn't taken more than a few steps down the corridor when I collided with James, heading the other way, shirtless, and holding yet another half-full bottle of vodka. A surprised sound escaped me as he snagged me by the waist, pulling me in with a grin the moment he spotted me.

"Hey, sweetheart. I was waitin' for you in the shower, you know?" he whispered in my ear, followed by a low chuckle. I knitted my brows, fighting off the way his voice sent my heart racing, and gave him a shove.

"James, are you out of your mind?" I grumbled, and he laughed, releasing me. "You fucking drunkard."

He just stuck out his tongue, taking another swig from the vodka bottle before strolling back toward the dressing room. I debated whether to trail after him, to coax him into some water to sober up, but then it hit me that Pat was still there, waiting. Suddenly, the buzz and beats from the stage sounded way more inviting; last thing I needed was to be alone in a room with Pat, James, and no one else.

The show was insane, just like I’d expected. Venom's tunes were fast and intense, and the hype from my friends definitely drowned out any worries I might've had. I couldn't give two cents that neither James nor Pat bothered to show up for the gig; right then, nothing and no one could ruin my mood.

There wasn't much time for a post-Venom celebration; in a flash, the gear was packed, and the producer corralled us onto the bus for the next city. As a last-ditch effort, we all got handed water to help shake off the buzz. It did the trick better for some than others; Cliff and Leanne seemed pretty chill, but I was starting to feel a bit queasy, and Lars and Kirk were cackling like a couple of goofballs, while James showed up being practically carried by one of the roadies. Pat stormed past the chaos, looking royally pissed, and hopped on the bus without saying a word to anyone. I ambled over, curious.

"Hey, what happened?" I inquired, but that just triggered another round of laughter from Lars and Kirk. I turned my gaze to James, who was seated on the sidewalk, sipping water with a seriously annoyed look on his face. "Everything alright?"

"You have no idea," Lars managed to say, trying to catch his breath between laughs. "James, spill it."

I shifted my focus to James, now intrigued. He glanced up at me and then shrugged with a grunt.

"Pat wanted to fuck… And I puked on her."

"You did what? " I exclaimed, incredulous, while Kirk and Lars cracked up even louder. James scowled, clearly annoyed by their reaction, but truth be told, I couldn't blame them. I was trying to stifle my own laughter, a goofy grin stubbornly plastered on my face. Instead of joining in the laughter, I handed him the water bottle I got after the show, still half full. "Here. Drink more water."

"What about you?" he asked, taking my bottle. I shrugged.

"Hey, I wasn’t the one who puked on someone today, right? Trust me, you need it more than I do."

After that, we didn't waste much time getting on the bus – nothing fancy, just your regular travel bus with reclining seats that doubled as our beds for the night. The crew stashed the gear in the cargo area, and we all picked our spots; the tech crew grabbed the front seats, Cliff and Leanne chose a spot towards the middle.

Pat claimed a seat upfront, away from James, who settled in with Lars and Kirk. It seemed she was still nursing some feelings about the dressing room incident, but at least she managed to shower and change before hopping on. I found a spot further back, alone, close to the mini-fridge for easy access to some water. It felt good to have a little alone time, even if it was just for some shut-eye; despite the fatigue, it seemed like it was gonna be a pretty long night.

I spent the first few hours of the trip soaking in the view from the window. At first, it was the city lights casting a glow as we cruised through the streets. As we hit the open road, it transitioned into an abyss of darkness.

I sensed his presence even before seeing him; I felt his gaze on me, and I lifted my eyes as he settled into the seat next to mine.

"James," I murmured, my weary voice signaling that I'd probably have dozed off any moment if he hadn't dropped by. "Feeling any better?"

"Took a power nap, so I think so," he grumbled.

"Did you brush your teeth? 'Cause tomorrow morning's gonna taste gross if you don't."

"Of course, silly," he chuckled softly, then took my hand in his.

I knew I probably shouldn't encourage him, but I didn't pull it away. His hand felt big and warm, and I found comfort in his touch more than I was willing to admit. His thumb gently stroked the back of my hand.

"You shouldn't do this," I muttered, and he let out a huff.

"I'm just holding your hand. Can't I even do that?"

I sighed. Exhaustion weighed on me. All I really wanted was to surrender, rest my head on his chest, and let him hold me until morning. But I couldn't, could I? Not when he had a girlfriend. Not when the specter of my past love for Dave haunted me every moment of my days, my nights, my life.

"I'm gonna break up with Pat," he declared, and I looked up, feeling my heart race. A surge of conflicting emotions hit me; hearing that made me happy, and that scared me the most.

"Why?" was all I could whisper. He sighed.

"I can't keep this up, Nore. She's a cool girl, but I don’t like her that way. Not the way I like you,” he murmured, and my heart fluttered at the vulnerability in his voice. "I don't want to be a jerk, I don't want to be with someone I'm not in love with. I'm gonna end it with her, and then..." his gaze, almost pleading, locked onto mine. "All I want is you. But if you don't want me..."

I reached my hand to his face. How could he not be sure that I wanted him when I could barely keep myself away from him? Even with my heart hurting, I could hardly divert my eyes from his gaze. If he wished, he could make me forget how to breathe. Despite his clear feelings for me lingering for so long, knowing that I could have even a fraction of this power over him felt too good to be true.

Did I want to make sure he did?

Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was my exhaustion, maybe it was the longing I felt to be loved, to be cared for, to be protected. Or maybe it was simply love that made me bring James’ face close to mine. His hands found my waist and lifted my body so that I sat on his lap, while my arms wrapped around his neck and my lips met his. I sighed, my tongue tracing slowly along the outline of his lower lip before venturing into his mouth, one of his hands securing the small of my back while the other got a good grip on my thigh.

I let my fingers tangle in his hair, pulling his face closer, my body pressed against his with a need that startled me; I had never allowed myself to contemplate the vastness of my feelings, of my desire for James until now. But surrendering to it felt like freedom, opening up a gap as wide as the ocean that could only be filled by him.

His lips danced against mine, his hand gripping my face as he planted small bites on my lower lip. He shifted to my neck, exploring it slowly, leaving small bites and kisses that made me tilt my head back. My eyes closed, and a low, breathy moan escaped me.

"Hush, babe," he said in a breathless half-laugh, his lips coming back to mine. I let out a low whimper, lost in the discovery of the greatness of my desire, but James just caressed my face slowly, cradling it in his hands before giving me a tender kiss on the lips. ”Tomorrow. I'll talk to her tomorrow. And I don't want to wait a moment longer after that to have you,” he kissed me again, our tongues moving slowly together before he pulled away with a smile, “Can you be a good girl until then?”

“Shut up, James,” I whispered, and he chuckled softly.

That night, I allowed myself to rest from my pain. And I allowed myself to truly appreciate, for the first time in what felt like forever, desire, longing, love.

The hope of a promise.

The memory of his lips on mine.

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