#Even then... if I get too close they get scared again! It's a very delicate balance. I don't have many good snail photos yet :[

[schwarzkatje]

'50s!au with butch!ellie and married!fem!reader

part 2

you, who had been forced to get married to a man you don't even know (let alone love), being torn between feelings of acceptance, because what else could life have given you, and the lingering thought that you're missing out on the many experiences and possibilities hidden god knows where.

confusion that only expands its roots in your mind and heart when one of your husband's most close friends, joel miller, gets invited for dinner and brings his daughter along with him.

ellie. of course you already knew her, she is just a few years younger than you and, again, the daughter of a very close person to your husband. but never had the two of you had the chance to talk and lock eyes for more than two seconds.

it's not just the more intimate scenario that makes your throat dry and your heartbeat falter, but ellie herself. her beauty – round green eyes, so clear and delicate – and the way she dresses – a grey suit, slightly on the bigger side in size, both because this kind of clothing isn't meant for women and also because ellie is quite skinny.

it's the contrast that does it for you and if your train of thought wasn't already all over the place before, it certainly is now.

you forget how to act properly and your husband doesn't waste a second to reprimand you for not smiling enough or for taking too long to bring him his cigar. how can you function when your skin reacts to ellie's stare as if it was a touch your senses could physically perceive? how can you when you feel drawn to her and have to remind yourself not to let your eyes linger too long on her in fear everyone at the table notices something odd going on with you?

ellie's body language contributes to the flowing heat in your face and shivering sensation inhabiting your body: it's an habit of hers to sit with spread legs, right elbow planted on the table and the thumb and pointer finger of her right hand fiddling with her lower lip. all of this while keeping those sinful emeralds locked on your figure. it isn't fair.

when dinner's over, you gather all the dishes, the cutlery and the glasses, heading to the kitchen to wash them. it's when ellie gets up her seat and sees it as an opportunity she has to take to help you, but most importantly to spend some time alone together.

you only hear the rattling of her chair being dragged and don't see her coming in your direction. you realise her intentions when you turn around and bump into her, face first, against her chest. now you even have her scent to haunt you. just your luck.

you quickly make out an apology, gaze going anywhere but towards her direction. ellie taking your chin with the fingers that had been playing with her lip this whole time, guides you and stops your wandering.

"it's actually my fault, i scared you". again, it can't be fair. "can i still help you with the dishes?"

you try your best to sound as polite as possible and not dismissive as if ellie was a burden or stepped the line. "no no, you're a guest here, i can't have you do any of that".

ellie doesn't insist and you almost picture this behaviour as uncharacteristic of her. until you realise that although you declined her offer she isn't budging. instead she leans against the counter and follows your every move, this time with her arms crossed.

your nervousness reaches its peak now that there's only you two – your husband and joel are in the living room in front of the tv. and when you get to this point, you abandon any shy constraints and start talking, hoping to ease the awkward air.

"i really like how you dress. i mean, it really suits you," and you think ellie would laugh because when exactly did you manage to take a proper look at her attire when all you did was avert your eyes? turns out that ellie simply smiles and inches closer to accept the compliment.

"it has a whole different flavour when it comes from a pretty woman like you," this kid is too sly for her own good. your breath gets temporarily stuck on your throat and takes a little longer than usual to get out. and when it does, its higher in volume. goddamnit.

you scoff because what exactly is life doing with you right now? "it's the corniest thing i've ever heard, i hope you know that," comes out... natural? your own chest feels lighter and even though shivers don't cease to awaken your body, you start walking on an path where you are at ease.

now it's ellie's turn to laugh, maybe not expecting you to be so bold as to come up with such an answer. she's not a saint and she would be lying if you had asked if she wasn't enjoying just a little too much taunting you.

"doesn't mister hubby call you names like 'sweet pie' or 'honey bear' or whatever shit you straight couples seem so fond of?" ellie isn't afraid to give voice to what she thinks and you find yourself admiring that.

this encourages you to keep talking and laughing without keeping an eye on how hard and loud you do. "i think these nicknames only appear in nursery rhymes".

you go back and forth for quite some time, keeping it not serious and just enjoyable. maybe the first time since your marriage where your speech isn't as controlled and your own persona tastes the aroma of existing while being free.

but the excitement – for lack of better words, because you know it's not just that, but something more serious and filthy, something you aren't ready to admit even to your own thoughts – that caught you in a net previously comes back the instant ellie goes quiet and pushes a lock of hair behind your shoulder.

you are so beautiful and nice and easy to talk to. not only that, you clearly don't have anything against ellie and the way she is and lives. she wants to keep this.

and so she decides to risk it all, running her mouth and being shameless.

"listen, would you mind if sometimes i steal you and take you with me? i know a place or two you would like"

#ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie x you #ellie williams #ellie tlou

[thefantasyden]

Stray Kids reaction to you crying during sex

Smut and fluff under the cut, you know the drill xx

Chris:

A little concerned at first but feels his heart swell when he hears you whispering "fuck, please. So good!" He's thinks it's kind of horribly cute and he loves you so much that the fact that you're crying because he's making you feel so good makes him feel like he might burst with joy. Definitely coos at you lovingly and puts a little extra force into his thrust. He really wants to make sure he's hitting the perfect spot with every thrust to make you see stars (or hearts, I suppose.) It makes him feel good to physical see the tears dripping down your cheeks as you veg him not to stop.

"That's my baby. So pretty crying for me. Love making you feel good, baby."

Lee Know:

His goal when he started fucking you was to make you cry and he is so proud when he succeeds. With him, it probably happened when you'd had a particularly hard day and he was taking things extra slow, making sure you came as many times as you could take with just his pretty fingers curling inside of you because he knew you had a hard time getting your emotions out and this was a sure fire way to get you some physical and mental release. He'd insist on making sure you were a sobbing mess before he asked you what was wrong and he would kiss your tear stained cheeks when he heard you say "it's... so much..." while griding down on his fingers.

"Go on, cry for me more baby. I know you need it. Let it out for me, okay?"

Changbin:

Poor thing is so confused at first. He had his body pressed firmly against yours, pinning you to the mattress with his full weight on top of yours and fucking you hard and deep just the way you liked it when you suddenly burst into sobs. He asks if he did something wrong and is still worried even after you tell him it feels good. He'll gently coax you into explaining after the fact and when he finally understands that you were crying because of how intimate and overwhelming it was to have him feel so unbearably close to you, he just wants to do it over and over again. It's his mission moving forward to love you so much (and so deliciously deep) that you'll cry just for him.

"Love you so much. Binnies pretty angel. You can cry baby, it's okay."

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin's brain short circuits and he sees your tears before he hears your cries. His hips falter and his thrust come to a complete halt, scared he might cum instantly as he registers just how pretty you look with tear stained cheeks and wet, glassy eyes. He very nearly tears up himself, overwhelmed by how much love he feels for you. It takes a minute of you begging and whimpering for him to keep going before he's fucking you again. It's much harder than it was before and he feels dizzy and out of control thanks to how desperate he is to see more of you're beautiful, absolutely wrecked face.

"Shit... baby you look like a fucking masterpiece. Need more of you. Please."

Han:

Sweet boy Hanji would 100% be tearing up too. You've been going at it for hours and you just can't get enough of each other. His face is buried in your neck, forearms hooked under your shoulders as your own wrap around his back to hold him tightly against you. He hears you sniffle and it's all he needs to start bawling of his own accord due to the mixture of overwhelming love and painfully delicious overstimulation as he gets close to coming for what feels like the 100th time. He clumsily pulls you into a very messy, wet kiss that's mostly tongues and choked whimpers.

"Feels so good. So so so so good. Need more. Need you. Love you so much!"

Felix:

Briefly freaks out just a little bit. Felix wants to make sure you always feel loved and respected during sex because he quite honestly worships the ground you walk on, so you crying immediately makes him think he's hurt you in some way. He doesn't immediately pull out, but he's completely stopped thrusting and is sitting up holding your face in his delicate hands, asking if you're okay and what happened. He calms down once you explain that it's just a lot of overwhelming pleasure because he makes you feel unbearably good. He asks if you're sure you wanna continue and is so sweet and gentle when you do, kissing all over your face and stroking your cheek.

"You'll tell me if I hurt you, right? I only wanna make you feel good baby."

Seungmin:

I actually think he could go either way. He's a switchy boy sometimes so I think once he realises you're crying because it's good, he'll either become a whiny mess, thrusting at a hard but messy pace and telling you how good you feel, begging you to tell him he's doing a good job or he'll be cooing at you mockingly asking if it's too much for you to take and if you need a break cause you can't handle him. I dont think he'd be confused at all though, because he himself has definitely felt so good he's cried before.

"Aw honey. Is it too much? Feels too good, doesn't it? Should I stop?"

I.N:

He is. Confusion. He definitely hears you mumbling something, but it's all slurred and makes no sense. He doesn't stop, but he slows down and kind of just stares at you for a minute before awkwardly asking why you're crying, which does make him stop so that you can catch your breath. He's surprised by how much it turns him on when you tell him that it just felt too good and it spurs him on to go harder, actively trying to make you cry and whine more for him because he just feels so damn proud that he can actually fuck you that good.

"I make you feel that good? Really? I should make you cry more often then..."

#stray kids smut #bang chan smut #chan smut #skz smut #lee know smut #minho smut #changbin smut #hyunjin smut #jisung smut #han smut #felix smut #seungmin smut #i.n smut #jeongin smut #thefantasyden

[saerins]

─── 𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋

+ jing yuan x f!reader | wc 1.9k | content: fluff, established relationship, slightly suggestive

notes: this is it babes , i’m hopelessly down bad for this man and it’s been what … a week ? help !! but also , first shot at him so i hope this isn’t too ooc or anything >_< rbs appreciated muwah !!

summary: where you come to realise that jing yuan can be just like you, in all the good ways.

jing yuan is a busy, busy man.

but surely it isn’t that selfish for you to wish that all mornings are like this? this; with your boyfriend by your side past ten in the morning, half-naked under your covers and sound asleep. luckily, he doesn’t have any urgent matters to look into today and fu xuan has told you to make sure he gets enough rest today before the pace picks up again.

apparently, he’d worked himself ragged the past week and earns even the worry of the master diviner herself.

when he’s not general, when the armor comes off and the vulnerability switches on—jing yuan’s your boyfriend, and a very doting one, at that. the kind who spoils you endlessly with what he can, the one who’s quick to notice your every behaviour and tendencies, no matter how big or small.

the sunlight slips past the curtains, a sliver falling perfectly onto his face and down his arms. jing yuan is facing you, eyes closed, hair down and looking every bit the perfect specimen of a man.

that’s why you can’t help yourself, can’t help running your index finger down the line of his triceps, down to his forearms, appreciating the way the goosebumps sear delicately across his skin. you can faintly see the scar across his chest—an outcome of his earlier days ravaging battlefields, before he became general.

you still remember the small conversation the two of you had when you first saw it, when he first visited your humble house, when he first saw all of you and you, all of him.

“you don’t think it’s unsightly?” he asked.

it was funny, you thought, how jing yuan cared so much about what an ordinary girl like you thought of him.

you shook your head, accepting the kiss he leaned in to give. “not at all, general. nothing is as long as it’s on you.”

the fingers that trailed down his arms have made their way onto his hair, twirling it around the finger before it falls peacefully back onto his shoulders. his gray locks are smoother and prettier than your own hair—you find yourself envious.

how is jing yuan so pretty simply like this?

fingertips graze gently over his cheeks, thumb caressing the mole below his left eye. you smile idly to yourself, stupidly dreaming about what it would be like to spend the rest of your life next to jing yuan, much like the lovestruck idiot you are.

you think maybe jing yuan wouldn’t even think that far. he has far too many important matters to think about, matters that concern the safety and longevity of the xianzhou luofu.

besides, the two of you have only been together for two years. you’ve known friends who only got engaged five years into their relationship. aren’t yours just like an infant compared to that?

“do you do this every morning or am i just lucky to catch when it happens today?”

his voice snaps you out of your delusions, your hand instinctively jumping back towards yourself. jing yuan laughs at your sudden movement, and you curse yourself for only being able to think about how good he looks when he’s happy like that, when his eyes turn into little crescents and the way his mouth curves much like a child would.

“sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you,” jing yuan says, letting you meet his golden eyes, imitating your earlier position by caressing the side of your cheek, smiling softly at you. “good morning.”

grateful that he doesn’t harp on it, you smile right back, leaning into his palm. “good morning,” you greet, happily accepting his invitation into his arms, leaning your head into the crook of his neck. “do not ever mention that again,” you make sure to tell him, still slightly embarrassed with yourself. “and that was a one time thing.”

jing yuan catches how humiliated you are, with the way you’re pouting and speaking in hushed tones. he chuckles, taking your hand and kissing the back of your palm. “whatever you say, princess.”

it still makes your heart skip a beat—his pet names. it’s either princess, or angel, sometimes love. you love all of them. anything, as long as it’s from him.

“i am curious though,” he says, kissing the top of your head, lingering there momentarily to catch the whiff of your shampoo from the night before. “what were you thinking about? you seem happy.”

you’re not sure whether he means to tease you, because you’re at least sure he knows the rough ballpark. what else could you have been thinking about besides him? still, you entertain him anyway.

“you.”

you feel him stiffen a little before relaxing.

“yeah? what about me?”

you can just feel him smiling to himself, half happy and half teasing you, but mostly the latter. and maybe you’re just overwhelmed with bliss today that you don’t mind sharing, though it takes you a while to compose your erratically beating heart before you can say it out.

“i was just thinking… what it would be like,” you pause, hoping he won’t think you’re getting ahead of yourself, “to be with you forever.”

jing yuan’s fingers don’t stop playing with yours, and he doesn’t stop rubbing your sides with his other hand. it’s his way of assuring you that you’re not stepping over any boundaries, that he doesn’t think you’re too much. it’s his silent way of telling you don’t worry, he loves you.

“that’s what you think about when you watch me sleep, huh?” he chuckles and you know he’s teasing this time.

“jing yuan,” you call his name, strict, tilting up to lock gazes with him, “i swear if you—”

but he takes your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, leaning you up to kiss him, and he makes sure it’s a long, deep one—makes sure you know how he feels. despite how it looks, he’s gentle. the pads of his fingers don’t hurt your cheeks and the way he kisses you is soft and slow, because he wouldn’t dream of hurting you. ever.

when he pulls away, a string of saliva connecting your kiss-swollen lips, he smiles again, with so much adoration you feel like you can melt away, like he’s your sun and you hopelessly orbit around him, like he’s your entire world.

“saying such sweet things when i’m already hopelessly in love with you,” he pauses, a low chuckle exhaled, “how cruel.”

you bite your lower lip, suppressing a grin. “i only do that as revenge,” you say, playing along.

“oh, do you now?”

“mhm, it’s your fault, really, general, for making me fall so deep so quick,” you confess, feeling your heart soar as he presses your foreheads together. “so i thought you should get a taste of your own medicine.”

jing yuan’s lashes flutter against yours as you both stare into each other’s eyes, completely enraptured. “don’t worry, you already have.”

sometimes, you’re afraid that his feelings for you have gone stale. that perhaps, with all this time apart, maybe he realises that he doesn’t need you, doesn’t want you, would do better without you.

but times like these—times where he anchors you down, lets you remember that he’s human, just like you—you know that it’s not the case. because just like you, he can be so hopelessly in love too. he can dream of you, and think of you endlessly throughout the day. even when he barely has time to correspond with you, even when he’s thinking of ways to prolong peace in your world.

jing yuan will always love you.

he clears his throat when he pulls away, looking sheepishly to the side. “you know, i was afraid of something when i caught you smiling.”

you raise a brow, tilting your head to the side, utterly confused. what would someone like him have to be afraid of?

as though he senses your question, he sits up and rifles through his side of the drawer, and you follow suit, draping your blanket over your own half-naked body. you see him taking something into his palms, hiding it before unfurling his fingers delicately in front of you.

it makes you gasp, makes you feel like maybe your heart has stopped beating for a second.

“jing yuan, what is this?”

the solitaire diamond ring glows radiantly in the palm of his hands, the scalloped band studded with natural white diamonds.

for the first time since you’ve met him, you see him being embarrassed. “exactly what you think it is,” he recovers, taking your left hand in his. “i’ve kept this for a while now, wondering when would be considered the right time.”

it’s hard for you to believe. jing yuan is a highly sought-after man. he has everything anyone would want in a husband—yet here he is, declaring his lifelong love to you. you can’t imagine that the same general who leads the luofu, the same soldier who’s protected everyone and made this peaceful life a possibility, is the same person who says he wants you.

“y/n, i knew i wanted to be with you for our entire lives from that first night we had dinner together,” jing yuan confesses, smiling just thinking about how you’d told him about your family, and about how passionate you seemed about taking care of the orphaned kids around your area. “i’m sorry we don’t spend much time together, but i’m working on that.”

he doesn’t have to apologise—you know it comes with the job. you want to tell him that, but you’re still a little stunned about all of this that you can’t get a single word out.

jing yuan’s golden eyes stare straight at you, the desire and love so apparent it overwhelms you, in a good way. “yesterday, fu xuan asked me something—what would you regret the most if the world ended tomorrow?”

fu xuan? is she in on this?

“and the answer came faster than i thought it would.” he brings the diamond ring up in between your faces, grinning from ear to ear, childlike. “it’s that i didn’t get to spend enough time with you, that i didn’t get to marry you.”

is he really about to do this?

“i don’t want to rush you into—”

“yes.”

it came rolling off your tongue before you can stop yourself, and jing yuan blinks at you, completely speechless, before he breaks out into a wide smile, hand on the back of your neck and pulling you towards him, planting a big kiss on your lips.

(jing yuan finds it amusing how honest you are; it’s one of the qualities he finds most attractive in you. every single day he finds out more and more things about you that makes him fall even more in love. you’re his every weakness and yet his every strength—you’re dangerous, the good kind.)

before he puts the ring on your finger, he pauses and clears his throat. “y/n, be my wife?”

(he figures he should ask properly, even though he already knows your answer. the grin you give him is enough to send him into overdrive, enough happiness to last him the rest of his and your long lifespan.)

“make me your wife, general.”

(and when he puts the ring on your finger, he knows. he knows that you’re it and he’s going to protect you his whole goddamn life. that he’s going to love you like he can love no other.)

“looks like you’re mine forever now, y/n.”

#jing yuan x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #jingyuan x reader #jing yuan fluff #hsr fluff #jingyuan fluff #honkai star rail fluff #jing yuan x you #jing yuan x y/n #hsr x you #hsr x y/n #jingyuan x you #jingyuan x y/n #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail x y/n #૪ aeri’s fics !

[nthee]

I DON'T KNOW IF I'MA SEE YOU AGAIN . . .

summary: a slight, or well, not-so-slight blunder led to the unfortunate events of him losing his memory — his memory of you and anything related to you.

characters: riddle roseherts, silver, lilia vanrouge

contains: angst with a bit of fluff, gender-neutral mc (uses second person view aka "you"), the reader blushes (described to be flushed)

notes: title is from see you again hehe :) i just thought it kind of had amnesia trope vibes idkkk dont ask me why atp, inspo comes from anywhere fr. also SURPRISE IM BACK let's ignore the fact that it's been 5 months tho i was so burnt out :(

⌗ RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

“Let me help you with that. [...] What? You're staring.”

“Ah, it's... it's nothing, sorry.”

The close proximity is enough to make you go insane. Perhaps it's better if you just took the time to actually fix your tie this morning. That way, he wouldn't be so close! So close that...

Oh Seven, what if he hears my heartbeat?! Ack, calm down, calm down! I don't want to scare him of, what if he thinks it's — I'm creepy?!

“You seem flushed, [Name]. Are you alright?” his movement stills while holding onto your tie, and you mentally facepalm.

Riddle's hand makes its way to your forehead, the back of his hand pressing onto your skin, before realizing he's wearing gloves. He clears his throat at the mistake, opting to feel your temperature using the back of his wrist — the exposed skin between his sleeve and glove.

“Temperature is normal... a little bit warm, but nothing serious.”

“I'm alright! It's nothing, really.”

Too close, too close, too close!

Riddle retracts back, almost as if he could hear your pleas. He sighed, clearing his throat as his eyes wander around — look everywhere, anywhere but them, Riddle.

“I should — ah, we should get to class...” you reminded. You mirror his actions, averting your gaze.

“Right. Class.”

He offers an arm, one that you graciously take without a second thought. “Let me escort you there. I did hold you off for several minutes.”

Excuses! Riddle's mind yells. You're falling for them!

He doesn't care in the slightest — just as long as you're there to catch him. Though he knew you for a grand total of five days, he knows you'll be there.

⌗ SILVER

“Have I... met you before? I have, haven't I?”

A bittersweet laugh escapes your lips, startling Silver in front of you. You pull yourself together, smiling as you gaze into his eyes — the same eyes you'd lose yourself in, letting the time pass doing just that.

“Once upon a dream, right? That's what you were going to say?” you wipe a tear from the corner of your eye, thankful you laughed first before the waterworks arrived. Thank goodness, he can't see me sad.

Silver's eyes brightened, his eyelashes fluttering in disbelief. “It's... it's you. I meet you in my dreams! Everytime I close my eyes, I... I see you.”

His hands are softly holding yours as he speaks, his thumb tracing your skin delicately — like you were glass, or a treasure. It's enough to make you swoon, just as he's always done before.

“Don't leave my side.”

He thinks it's selfish to ask that from a stranger. But you are no stranger. You know the truth, but he suspects it's destiny — that you've actually met, talked, danced before, only well, it was in his very own dreamland.

You can feel the tears again. Maybe this isn't so bad? Or, at the very least, this isn't the end.

“I wouldn't even think of it.”

⌗ LILIA VANROUGE

“Are you a friend of Silver's? I don't think I've seen you around before.”

Those words were uttered before you could even process the initial news of Lilia's predicament — before your heart could even let it sink in.

You could only choke back the words threatening to slip off your tongue, lest it sound like utter crap to someone who just lost his memories.

You and I are more than friends. You play— well, played lighthearted tricks on me. I fell for them. I fell for you.

“You... could say that,” was all you could muster up. There was no point in explaining more, he wouldn't understand them.

There was understanding to his nod, a subconscious feeling of something nestled deep in his heart.

“Are you troubled? You seem to be.” his tone is soft, yet firm. Lilia had always been that way; a mentor, father (or, father-like to ones who don't know he was actually one), shoulder to cry on, wise fae to depend on...

A lover. Was a lover.

Now, all was left was Lilia before he even got to know you.

Lilia Vanrouge, a schoolmate of yours, once again.

← | © nthee, do not repost, plagiarize, translate, adapt, and use my work in anything that associates directly with ai.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twstnexus #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x you #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland imagines #twst x reader #twst x you #twst headcanons #twst imagines #riddle rosehearts #twisted wonderland silver #twst silver #lilia vanrouge #riddle rosehearts x reader #twisted wonderland silver x reader #twst silver x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #cw: reader blushing/flushed #(?? i want to tag it properly but do not know how to i am so sorry) #cw: amnesia #cw: memory loss #cw: implied accident #⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡ | by nthee.

[horrorartsworld]

Alastor helping lover with addiction,such as smoking and drinking?

thank you lovely nonnie for this prompt!! ♡

this is a very heavy topic to write about so going forward i hope this doesn’t trigger anyone in anyway as to i’m kind of new when it comes to writing about something as serious as addiction and drugs. so sorry if this is confusing at all or cheesy! as it is also my number one priority to satisfy my babies and not to scare you in anyway so please be mindful of the warnings!!

an angel with clipped wings

alastor/recovering addict f!reader

warnings: drug and alcohol abuse, mentions of drugs, addiction, angst, with a big fluffy ending and caring alastor

Ever since you were alive you never were the best at keeping away from the hard stuff.

It was always magnetized to you, though you’d never turn down an offer if made.

Which is why you now reside in Hell.

Though you were lucky to stumble upon the Hazbin Hotel, a residence for rehabilitation of sinners and you were all for it!

Meeting many friends and even your lover, but that temptation in the back of your mind never stopped calling.

Every time you’d stand next to Husk’s bar or when Angel brought up old drug dealers he knew, and you’d always have that little voice in the back of your mind telling you to pursue your old ways.

And one day you did. Hitting up the man Angel had suggested during one of his stories and getting just what you needed. Heroin, Ecstasy, Coke, whatever you could manage. Along with some booze from Husk’s bar.

You smuggle it all to your shared bedroom where you started inhaling the coke off a magazine then downed the feeling down with some whiskey before hitting something else and then doing it again in a repeat cycle till you laid back and watched as the ceiling above you started to spin until you blacked out completely.

————————

“Darling are you here?” Alastor came to check on you since it had been a while since you came down and mingled with everyone. Flicking on the light as his heart instantly sank.

“Mon cher-“ the static in his voice seems to run cold as he sees you crumpled up on the floor amongst bottles and different kinds of drugs.

His hands twitching as his microphone falls to the floor, he flashes over within an instant to your body picking up all your pieces as he delicately runs his hand along your pale colored cheek.

You blink slowly up at him, mouth dry as your head was still spinning from it all, your body numb.

“What have you done?” He whispers softly now feeling your forehead as you started to burn up as you seemed to be coming down.

As you struggled to not slosh your words or try not to throw up, he didn’t bother waiting for your explanation as he scooped you up bringing you to the bathroom and setting you down on the toilet as he started to run a bath for you.

He then walks out of the bathroom as the water pours into the tub the sound of it seemed to sooth you as you struggled to keep your head up straight attempting to rest it against the counter next to the toilet.

Alastor had taken off his coat rolling up his sleeves as he discarded any bottles or remnants of drugs in the room and having one of his shadows take it far away from the hotel as possible. Though he couldn’t help as he looked down at an old whiskey bottle amongst his foot on the floor that was one of his favorites when he was living seeing as there was a few remains he took a sip and threw the rest away before running a hand through his hair. If he wasn’t smiling all the time right now he’d have the look of both defeat and sadness as he hated seeing you like this and he loved you too much to let you continue this route you were on.

He walks back into the bathroom seeing as you had your eyes closed resting your head against the counter. Quickly turning the water off so i wouldn’t overflow and then lightly caressing your face.

“Darling..the bath is ready for you~” He mutters softly hoping you’d at least wake up.

Your eyes hazy as you blink softly at him. His lips giving a soft kiss to your forehead before he spoke once more, “Can you get in the bath for me?”

Nodding slowly so you didn’t start the dizzy spells again he motions for you to lift your arms as he started to undress you.

Once he fully undressed you he set you down gently into it, the warm water enveloping your legs in its comfort as you wadded in it. Alastor sitting on the edge as he watched you lay back and relax. He went to get up but a slosh from the bath and your delicate grip on his wrist stopped him dead in his tracks. “P-please don’t leave me…”

Alastor never left your side for the rest of that night and the ones after that as he wanted to make sure you were okay and that you were never alone.

You rest your head against his chest as he started to hum a soft tune as he held you.

“Thank you Alastor” you muster out softly looking up at him to show him your sincerity.

“Oh? whatever for my dear?” his tone hushed along with yours as the static was humming in his voice as he spoke.

“For saving me…i don’t know what i would do without you.” tears starting to form in your eyes making Alastor sit up a little as his thumb tries to catch them before they fall.

“My love i’d save you a thousand times, but you have to promise me you’ll never give me a scare like that again…”

“I-I promise, i-i’ll never do that again~” your voice shaky as you try not to sob, Alastor pulls you closer as you then completely combust into tears, placing you right on his lap curled up in a ball as he softly shushes you while rubbing your back till you finally fall asleep in his arms. “I know you won’t my dear, I know you won’t~”

#☆⋆｡𖦹 my writings #☆⋆｡𖦹 alastor #☆⋆｡𖦹anon’s #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin imagine #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor fluff #alastor angst #angst #alastor hazbin hotel

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Hi! Can you please write part 3 of bale batman x assistant reader as his wife? And how he handles jealousy after their marriage? Thank you 😊

Hello!!

I actually wrote something about this a little while ago, but because I feel like just linking the post is a bit of an asshole move, I'll add some of my thoughts!

I hope that's okay <3

Here's my previous post :)

~Fi 🐝

(My inspiration for Bruce has been dwindling, I desperately need to watch the movies again)

Part 1 ♡ Part 2 ♡

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He will always, ALWAYS call you his wife. More than your actual name. He has to keep reminding people that you're unavailable and that you're his and his alone. Bruce perks up immediately whenever your name is mentioned. He's policing all of his employees at this point lmao

maybe someone talks about you to a coworker about how innovative you're thinking for the company is, that you're kind and exactly what this industry needs and Bruce just pops up out of nowhere like "who are you talking about? Hm? Oh, my beautiful, amazing, perfect wife? I couldn't agree more."

He gets so stealthy after being in the batman business that he scares them half to death because he's just there all of a sudden. After hearing some of the complaints the employees make (you're not at work as often anymore after Bruce insisted you focus on some hobbies instead) you're seriously contemplating putting a little bell on him just so you don't have to worry about anyone getting a heart attack.

He always has to be touching you in some kind of way. His go to is a hand on the small of your back or on your thigh when you're sitting down, he loves holding your hand, too. His thumb will brush over the cool metal of your wedding band and it puts his mind at ease.

Every single employee knows not to flirt with you, even as a joke. Not after Jake suddenly disappeared after Bruce caught him sweet talking you... (he may have a received a strongly worded letter from his landlord ((Bruce)) and, what do you know, for some reason, any other living opportunity in Gotham is unavailable right now)

He brings you flowers at least once a week (or until the ones he gifted you before can't hold their own anymore and wilt). They're always fragrant and bright in color, whatever is in season right now. And they stand nicely on your desk in a beautiful crystal vase that catches the light perfectly. He catches himself looking at them more than he he would like to admit.

Or, more specifically, he wants to see if he can catch you admiring them. He's gotten a new appreciation for these small things since you came into his life. They way you cup the delicate blossom and inhale its sweet scent is a picture he will dream of forever.

Bruce makes sure that you're only addressed as Mrs. Wayne (unless it's someone close like Luscius or a very nice coworker of yours) making it clear to everyone, again, that you're his. He gifts you a necklace with his name on it, which you wear proudly, and Bruce can't help but grin when he sees his name glint in the sunlight against your skin.

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I'm so sorry for kinda half-assing my Bruce posts lately, but I can barely write anymore 😭

I usually write at night but I'm tired then too so I'm like "Oh, I'll just write during the day." BUT GUESS WHAT I'M ALSO TIRED DURING THE DAY

Fucking iron deficiency istg

I basically sleep all the time and when I do write, it's not a lot bc I'm literally falling sleep halfway through so yeah

#bumblebeesfromvenus #bale!bruce x reader #bale!bruce wayne smut #bale!bruce wayne #bale!bruce wayne x reader #bale!batman x reader #christian bale #bruce wayne x reader #the dark knigth rises #dark knight trilogy #nolanverse

[hells-wasabii]

Hi! Could you (if it's not a problem ofc) write something about Sera? My girl is underrated. T^T. Since it's getting close to Valentines, maybe some romantic headcanons? (Fluff/NSFW)?

Have a great day <3

A/N: I am so positively upset, once again my computer shut down, my work was lost, and i was scared i had lost the ask. Luckily, for this prompt I didn't get very far, and better still, the ask was surprisingly save. Sera asks are some of the ones I'm looking forward to the most with the angel asks, she has a LOT of potential as a character! But anywho, before i ramble on too much, enjoy!

Character: Sera

Type: Headcanons (Sera x reader, Fluff, NSFW)

Sera confides in you with everything. Including the extermination. You had known for several years by the time that Charlie made her way up to heaven to pitch the hotel. You had been there for her after, as well. You were a constant source of comfort for her, and she is constantly reminding you of this, promising that she will continue to do the same for you as well.

Though she may be prim and proper, a true head of the Seraphim, her devotion to you runs as deep as her devotion to heaven. But know this, she too is terrified of the repercussions of defying heaven and its rules. Rules that even still, she would be more than willing to bend, perhaps even break for you.

That being said, she would still do whatever it takes to keep the both of you up in heaven. Just as she doesn't wish to see Emily fall from grace, she would be devastated should it happen to you.

When you kiss her, fully expect her wings to flutter. She is delighted by any contact with her beloved. I do think she would take any teasing for it in stride. She would apologize, quite bashfully, to be honest, saying that they seem to have a mind of their own sometimes. As your relationship progresses, however, she would even turn it back on you, using the opportunity to flirt.

It doesn't matter if there is a special occasion, but Sera will use any excuse to dote on you. Even if it's just a 'you were on my mind' sort of deal. She wants you to feel appreciated because she certainly does appreciate you.

NSFW under the cut

Sex among angels isn't necessarily taboo, but it is seen an act of love, an act of commitment. An act of devotion to one's partner. Angels, or rather heaven-born angels, such as seraphim, often times mate for life. Sure, they may have the occasional fling, but more often than not, heaven-borns will

That being said, intimacy with Sera is exactly that. Intimate, she wants to keep you close to her, wants you to feel the love she holds for you just as badly as she wants to feel your love for her.

It's not exactly a secret, but angel wings are delicate, fragile, and sensitive. This can most definitely be used to your advantage, or it could be your undoing, as you're not exempt. Its also considered an extremely intimate act amongst angles, so it requires a LOT of trust. Sometimes, Sera will even specifically ask you to help preen her wings, an activity that will more than likely lead to the two of you entangled

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin headcanons #hazbin imagine #sera x reader #sera hazbin hotel

[treasuringizu]

⤷ gojo x reader | 0.7k words |

⤷ tags | insecure reader, very self-insert, suggestive content at the very end, established relationship, not proofread, satoru loves u, u love satoru, he's a sap!! satoru carries you up at the end.

“Hey,” Satoru breathes, nuzzling his face into your neck, soft white hair tickling your skin. 

“Hmm.” you hum, running your fingers through his soft locks, your other hand rubbing along his back, feeling the smooth material of his cotton shirt, lingering on the muscles you can feel under it. His arms tighten around you, pulling you even more into his lap so that your chests are as close as they could be, your bodies melded together. You feel his nose press into you and the rise and fall of his body as he releases a breath when you place a delicate kiss on his shoulder. 

“You know you’re beautiful, right?” 

“Satoru…” you do your half-awkward laugh, half breathing out thing that you always do whenever someone compliments you, now burying your own face into his neck as heat crawls up your skin. 

“You are. You truly are,” he says, pulling away from you and holding you by your waist, looking straight into your eyes with that unwavering gaze that never fails to let you know he’s being genuine. You take him in as his silver eyelashes flutter against his cheekbones, framing his azure eyes that are intensely staring back at you. His glasses are always off around you. He claims he wants to fully see you as best as he can. 

Awkwardly smiling, you hold eye contact for a few seconds before nervously glancing away from his eyes. At times like this you can’t help but wonder, how does he see you as that? As beautiful. Doesn’t he know that he’s the beautiful one? That he’s the one that makes you stop in place multiple times a day just to think, wow. It's hard to believe him sometimes, when he says things like this. He says it so freely too, with no hesitation, no reluctance, simply opening his heart for you to look inside and do whatever you want with it. It makes you grateful that he chose you, of all people. It makes you scared, because what will you do when it's over? When it doesn't last? 

“We all know you’re the beautiful one, Satoru,” you respond, looking over his shoulder. When you’re met with silence, you glance back at him only to see his eyebrows furrowed, a pout on his lips, and without thinking you smooth your thumb over his bottom lip, smiling softly when he only pouts even more like a petulant child. 

He cups your face with his large hand, frown softening but still there when your eyes flutter and you rub your cheek into him. “Why do you always do that? Why don’t you ever believe me?” 

You keep your eyes closed. “You know why, Satoru…” You bring your front to his again, burying your face in his neck and holding him close as if he might disappear from under your fingers. 

“I’m yours forever, you know? There’s no getting rid of me. No matter how hard you try. You’re stuck with me, baby.”

“So you’ve said.” You hate when you’re not able to respond with the same thing, hate the hurt he tries to mask but fails around you when you don’t tell him how you truly feel, but you know he knows. You just need to work up the nerve to let it out.

He lets you avoid, Satoru can never deny you. Instead, you breathe him in, inhaling the comforting smell of his cologne and detergent, and he rubs soft shapes into your back, deft fingers bringing you to the edges of sleep. It's like this for a few minutes, the soft sounds of your breaths the only thing you can hear on the couch, but then he speaks again. 

“I’ll make sure to keep telling you until you believe me.” 

You sigh, “Will you now?”

You feel the jerk of his head against your neck as he nods, determined, and you smile to yourself. You can’t ever let him go. 

“I will, every single day.” You don’t mention that he already does. “You’re so incredibly beautiful, love. It kills me. I love it.”

You laugh, and he pulls away again to see the action, eyes crinkling with his own smile, dimples forming in his cheeks as his eyes sweep over your face.  

“Alright, Sa- Oh!” You’re cut off when he lifts you up with one arm, wrapping your legs around his waist and strolling over to the bedroom. “Satoru!” 

He winks at you, patting your ass. “I know a few other ways I can show you I think you’re beautiful.” 

#* waves awkwardly* hey guys! here's this! #i don't think i've written a drabble for satoru before actually. hm. #anways #let me hide again now #working on my other gojo fics!! #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo drabble #satoru drabble #.gojo #.jjk #.kc writes #*swipes sweat off forehead* i haven’t written in a while #i’m happy #and motivated!! #i hope u guys like this

[aidulusion]

FLOWER GARDEN

pairing : Sukuna x Reader

note : This takes place in the heian era!

proofread? : maybe

It was a perfectly normal day, you were taking care of your very cherished garden whilst humming peacefully. Hovering your delicate hand over the bundle of alluring flowers that had bloomed today, you then looked up at the sky. It was around evening or so, the red and orange covered the horizon to create a charming sight.

Some time had passed, the sky was getting darker but you did not feel like going inside just yet. The smell of wet soil from the rain earlier was lingering in your nostrils triggering an oddly peaceful feeling, accompanied by the slow chirps of birds, making you feel like you could fall asleep there. You did not expect any commotions to bother you but something felt quite odd, like somebody was watching you from afar.

You lifted your head to the slightest only to be met with the menacing sight of an obnoxiously tall humanoid creature watching you from a nearby hill, but before you could move even a single muscle, he was now in front of you and behind your sweet garden. 

“I wasn’t expecting to find a beauty like you tonight.”

You were too stunned to process anything, how did he move so quickly? Why is he so tall? All these questions just came flooding to your mind. But once you took a good look at him, he wasn’t quite monstrous after all. The ‘creature’ had four arms, one pair folded together and the other resting on his torso, and he didn’t really bother to wear a shirt out in public. You hadn’t even noticed the mouth on his abdomen yet. 

The man brought you back to reality by snapping two fingers in front of your face, you quickly jolted upwards and looked at his face. He had four eyes, but a part of his face was covered by some sort of wooden mask that had openings for his two distorted eyes. Despite that, your subconscious mind found this strange man quite good-looking. His gaze was absolutely menacing, you felt like you could crumble any second, but it softened once he looked at your lips. 

“W..Who are you?” Your soft voice reached his ears, expressions relaxing the tiniest bit. He let out a dark chuckle, and seated himself beside you. You glanced upon him once again, observing his now relaxing features more closely. He met your gaze unexpectedly whilst the corners of his mouth stretched to form a smirk. 

“I could just kill you right now if I wanted to, you know that?” He chimed in nonchalantly, and if you weren’t scared before you definitely were now. He did look like he could kill someone with a swing of a finger, but why was he interacting with you like you were some good friends? This strange behavior just messes with your mind even more, if he can just kill you, why won’t he do it?

“Why won’t you kill me?” You asked, your voice laced with fear and a slight hint of curiosity. The pink haired man smiled again and looked in front, more specifically, at your garden. He blinked a few times before glancing back upon you, taking in your figure before standing up and walking towards your most prized possession. You were just begging the gods to not let him destroy your years of work.

The man crouched down before it, taking a good look at the delicate flowers before his hand slowly reached one of the flowers which had bloomed today. You could hear yourself screaming in your mind and telling him to not pluck it, unfortunately, he could not hear your inside voice. 

“Wait, don’t!”

You were too late. The flower which was slowly withering nestled itself in his large hands as you felt your whole body stinging. He looked at you with a smug grin, he could practically feel how angry you were with him right now, and it anticipated him. A beautiful woman with a pout on her face right in front of him, he’d never admit how adorable you looked right now. 

“Come with me, I have a better garden at my place.”

And with that, he swiftly grabbed your wrist and started dragging you out of your garden. The few people in the village who managed to be outside of their houses at this time of the day were left shocked with the sight of you and a monstrous being leaving the village in a hurry. You wouldn’t deny the fact that blood rushed to your cheeks when he grabbed your wrist suddenly. You knew this wasn’t going to end well, but the excitement in you obliged.

“The name’s Ryomen Sukuna, by the way.”

"ill try to post something this week" deadass 💀💁‍♀️

#jujutsu kaisen #sukuna #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #jujutsu sukuna #jjk x reader #ryoumen sukuna #jjk sukuna #sukuna x you #sukuna x reader #sukuna x y/n #uraume

[lil-spider]

So Damn Pretty

Chapter 1

Part 2 : Here

Pairing: Johnny Slaughter X Female Reader

Summary: Johnny is sex starved and you’re very attractive, so attractive that he doesn’t want to kill you. Instead he finds ways to keep you around longer.

Note: I wanna turn this into a longer story as I really like the idea of a cruel pussy-whipped Johnny actually getting the reader pregnant and his family is shocked at his actions. For now I apologies if there is any mistakes since this is still a new hobby of mine.

Warning: This is 18+ and please do not read if your sensitive to heavy descriptions of non/con and violence. Including bondage, blood, assault, objectification and breeding/impregnation. For those who don’t mind, I hope you enjoy.

Scrambling in the dark for a toolbox. I cringe harshly at the distant sounds of an angry, revving chainsaw combined with the gurgling screams of my friends. I hasten up my search for a lock-pick. Wincing as I make a lot of noise. “Yes!” I exclaimed, finding two lock-picks. “I still have a chance. Now, to get out of this rotten slaughterhouse.” I say determined with hope.

With this new feeling of hope, I quickly run to the end of the building, accidentally smacking into the hanging bones near the exit. “Fuck!” Desperate to escape I decided to keep going, reaching to a locked door. I unlocked it swiftly pushing the door to swing open, bolting down to the gated exit to make my escape.

“Shit!” The gate is being blocked by live electricity. “Damn, I gotta shut it off before someone arrives.” frustrated, I searching around for the power source. I find a yellow power cord leading to a car battery.

Walking towards the vehicle, I don’t take notice of a large figure coming up behind me.

All of a sudden, I’m slammed down hard into the car. I see a flash of white as I head-butt the vehicle. Falling to the ground in pain, a strong leg kicks harshly into my stomach. With the wind knocked out of me, I’m picked up and shoved flat on top of the hood of an another car. My wrists get clamped together behind me. A zip-tie going around them tight, leaving me immobile. “No one escapes me.” A gruff, deep voice whispered into my ear.

Back when I was searching for an exit. I was unaware of Johnny already in the building, watching me, relishing in my oblivious state. Getting ready to crush my hope.

Now as he ties up my wrists, he takes a closer look at my pretty face, smooth skin and thick thighs. He likes how I smell, the way my hair shines in the low light. He wolf-whistles pulling at my ripped mini dress showing off my smooth legs.“You’re just asking to be fucked aren’t ya? He says slyly. He’s feeling something more deeper then his bloodlust. More carnal, something he rarely gets to indulge on.

Disorientated and aching from the assaulted, I groan out and wiggle weakly against the man holding me down. He pulls me up again to turn me over, facing him. I realise my assailant is Johnny, the man that brought me and my friends into this hell. Staring at his handsome face, I still feel my attraction to him, even after his monstrosities.

“Pretty girls like you are very rare around here.” My anxiety spiked at his tone of voice. Watching the way his eyes look me over, focusing more on my face and chest. “Too pretty to be food” He says up close to my face smirking arms boxing me in. “To keep you alive darling, I need to put a baby in you.“

My eyes widen at his words. I sputter out words of disagreement but they fall on deaf ears. He pulls out his large knife from the back of his belt. Scared, I try to run, but he shoves my chest back flat against the hood of the car. Feet just touching the ground. My hands digging awkwardly into my back, the angle makes my chest push out.

Johnny uses it to his advantage and slices the middle of dress down so my breasts spill out. My hard nipples exposed to the cold air. His stare is intense. He slices my delicate skin going across the top of my breasts. Deep enough to let warm blood dribble over my nipples.

He looks into my worried gaze and smirks. He snaps his arms around my waist. Holding me still as he harshly sucks on my nipples giving each one the same treatment. He keeps eye contact with me. Trails his hot tongue from my left nipple upwards, grazing it across my bleeding cut to lick down to my right nipple, sucking it hard.

I feel his hard, heavy cock grinding against my clothed core. He groans as he cleans up my blood. “So sweet.” He whispers under his breath. I shut my eyes and roll my head back. I try to stay silent but soft pants escape me. My pussy throbs for some relief. He kisses his way up to my neck, leaving bite marks and bruises.

His right hand leaves my waist moves down to feel my wetness. “You cheeky whore”. He says in my ear with a deep chuckle. “You’re soaked.” He grabs his knife again and slices my panties off, nicking me in the process. Then dives down for a heated kiss using his fingers to rub my clit side to side. I close my eyes moaning into his mouth. He breaks his held away from my body. Places his left hand next my head to hold himself up while his right continues to play with my clit.

He sits up to look at my disheveled from with admiration; Arms restrained, chest heaving, eyes glossy and legs spread wide, grinding into his hand. He bites his bottom lip at the sight.

My moans grow louder from the stimulation. He replaces his fingers with a thumb that’s now rubbing my clit in tight circles. His two middle fingers instead slip inside me, fucking me, getting me closer. I almost cum right there on his hand. But he pulls away.

“I wanna feel you cum on my cock sweetheart.” Johnny goes to tug on my right nipple with his teeth as he plays with my pussy again. “Johnny!” I cry out his name. Spreading my legs wider, hungry for an orgasm.

“Begging for my cock now huh? Don’t worry baby girl i’ma give it to ya’.” He pulls away to flip me over. Johnny pushes the rest of my dress up so my lower half is exposed. He pulls my hips back putting me in doggy style.

While Johnny manoeuvres my body. I hear bloody screams. Guilt strikes me, remembering my friends. Johnny shoves his feet in between mine to stop me from closing my legs. He grips my tied wrists with one hand while the other goes to unbuckle his belt, letting his pants drop. “Don’t stop now baby, we are just getting started.” My clit throbs as he pinches it. Heavily aroused and aching, I grind my pussy on his hard cock. Giving in, wanting Johnny to fuck me.

“Good girl”. He slaps my ass and slowly inch by inch he guides his fat cock inside me, stretching me out. “Yeah, take my cock” Johnny doesn’t move once he’s fully inside. Giving me time to adjust. “Fuck, sweetheart is my cock too big for you?” He teases, watching me struggle. He gives a small thrust i shove back wanting more. “Johnny!” I moan, clenching around his cock. Making him groan.

“I’m gonna be the last man to ever cum in your tight pussy.” He states right before pounding into me. Gripping my arms he pulls them back using them as leverage to fuck me harder. I watch him through the reflection of the car, he notices the reflection too. He pulls me back higher so he can watch my tits bounce. He grips my ass hard as he thrusts in and out of my drenched hole. “Im gonna make you ride my cock everyday!” He’s hitting deeper while he talks dirty. “Such a good fucking pussy.” I ignore the brutal sounds of my friends dying. More focused on the man behind me, driving his thick cock in my pussy.

Hitting so deep I let out high pitch whines with each thrust, I bite my lip and thrust my hips back into him. I’m getting closer to my release. Moaning out to not stop.

He grunts at my demand. “Awe baby, are you about to cum?” I struggle to coherent a response as he fucks harder. “I feel your pussy getting tighter sweetheart! Come on give it to me.” I gush over his cock, quivering. My orgasm brings Johnny closer to finishing. The tightness sends Johnny over the edge.

“Fuck!” His movements go sloppy. I let out a cry from the overstimulation as he fills me up to the brim with hot cum, not leaving until he’s empty. Slowly he removes his cock, it bounces back against his lower stomach glistening from mix juices. He watches his cum dribble out of me and slaps my ass one last time.

He places me back on the hood, my wrist starting to go slightly numb. He pulls up his jeans and buckles his belt. He takes one last look at my chest before he tries to give me some modesty by rearranging the cut in my dress.

“Ya know I’ve always wanted to be a dad, raise em’ just like how my momma raised me.” He looks me over placing his hand on my stomach. “If you do end up pregnant then you may live longer.” He smiles at me. I just look into his dark eyes. Unsure of what to say, how to think after such rough fucking. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his back pocket to light a smoke. “Come on, let’s go check out your dead friends.” He grabs my arm leading me back into that damn slaughterhouse.

#johnny slaughter x reader #johnny slaughter #smut #texas chainsaw game #Johnny slaughter fanfic

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

pls could you maybe do something about chad being the readers brother and finding out they are dating Ethan ? 💗

Let’s ignore the age issue (reader can’t be younger bc she won’t be at college, but let’s pretend) because a lot of things don’t make sense in horror movies and that's just the way they are

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Falling for your brother’s roommate happened slowly and unexpectedly. It started with shy smiles across the couch on movie nights, then casual lunch dates because you both had a two hours lunch gap on Tuesdays and one evening, Chad was tired so he went to bed before the movie finished, but you stayed with Ethan and one thing led to another.

Now, you and Ethan were in a secret relationship because of the delicate situation. You knew your brother and you knew he would react strongly to you and Ethan. They were close friends, but you were his sister first and Chad was very protective.

You thought you were careful, but one morning Chad was heading to class and he saw you and Ethan together on campus. Your light pink backpack on your shoulder was hard to miss in a crowded place. He didn’t think much of it…until he saw Ethan grabbing your face and kissing you.

That’s when Chad’s jaw clenched and his eyes flashed with fury. Forgetting about class, he strided over and your lips were ripped from Ethan's, forcing you apart.

‘’What the—’’ A shocked gasp left your lips, cutting you off mid-word, as you saw your brother grabbing Ethan by the collar of his shirt and roughly shoving him against the nearest surface.

‘’What the fuck are you doing with my sister, man?’’ Ethan stammered, searching for the right words to explain the situation, but Chad’s angry face had him stunned. ‘’We’ve talked about this. We had an agreement! No messing with my sister, no thinking about my sister.’’ His grip on Ethan's collar tightened as he glared at him, his anger blazing.

Seeing the genuine fear in Ethan’s eyes, you placed a hand on your brother’s shoulder. ‘’Chad! Stop!’’

Chad looked between you and Ethan, torn between his protective instincts and your request.

‘’Let him go,’’ you asked, holding your brother’s gaze with seriousness. ‘’Please.’’

Taken aback by your plea, the seriousness in your voice made Chad pause for a moment. Reluctantly, he released his grip on Ethan and took a step back. His breathing was heavy, and his face was covered with anger. He turned to face you, his expression a mix of betrayal and disappointment.

‘’We had an agreement, and he broke it. He knew how I felt about him making a move on you, and yet he went behind my back.’’

You get his protective big brother side, but he couldn’t control who was allowed or not to date you. That’s just too far.

‘’Don’t make him sound like the bad guy. If anyone did something wrong here, it’s you,’’ you pointed at Chad, pointing a finger at his chest. ‘’You had no right to tell Ethan he wasn’t allowed to like me. You can’t control people’s feelings like that.’’

Ethan, who had been silent until now, spoke up. ‘’Chad, I’m really sorry. I never meant to disrespect our agreement. It wasn't planned, and I understand if you're angry—’’

‘’You, shut up!’’ Chad snapped, but you were quick to bite back.

‘’No, you shut up!’’ Your loud voice made a few heads turn, but you quickly composed yourself again. ‘’I’m not a little kid anymore. I date guys and kiss them…and sometimes they happen to be your roommate. I know this is difficult for you. You’re scared I’m gonna get my heart hurt, but it’s part of life. Ethan and I may be a hard pill to swallow, but take a big gulp of water because he is my boyfriend and I’m not gonna let you come between us.’’

—

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[venerablemonk27]

I logged my 200th bird species for Wisconsin! I got a great tip from a close friend, who knows about these things, that a Hooded Warbler had appeared in a park near my house.

[ID: A male Hooded Warbler perches on a mossy branch in the forest. His body is just a couple inches long, with green feathers on back, wings, and tail, and dull yellow for the underparts. His "hood" is a black cowl that covers almost his entire head save for a bright yellow mask that extends in an oval from the middle of his face to surround the eye and ear on each side. He has a pointy dark gray bill shaped for picking insects off of trees, and his eye is a reflective jet black that stands out against the yellow mask. End ID]

The next morning, I packed up my camera along with my work bag and took a break from my commute to check out the park. I arrived to find several people wandering the trails, here to do the exact same thing as me. None of them had seen the Hoodie yet, but they had a wealth of information from other birders on the movements and general behavior of the bird from the past couple days. I spent at least 45 minutes wandering the trails, squishing through the damp and the mud in my work slacks and sneakers. I logged five firsts for 2024, but no sign of the elusive Hooded Warbler.

[ID: The Hooded Warbler perches on the same mossy branch, this time facing away from the camera and looking up into the treetops. His wings are neatly folded behind his back, making a pleasing pattern with the tips of the primary flight feathers. End ID]

So I left the park for work, but decided I should come back in the evening. I knew from the sighting reports in eBird that this guy is active all day. When I got back to the park, it was cloudy and drizzling. I met a pair of nice young women with binoculars and a camera lens as long as mine. I asked, "Are you here looking for the Hooded Warbler too?"

One of them said very casually, "Oh yeah, it's right over there across the creek. Just flittering around." So of course I had to get eyes on him and try to get a photo. It was only a couple minutes before he came out again and started working the far bank of the creek.

[ID: The same Hooded Warbler, this time perched deeper in the brush and looking toward the camera. This angle provides a better view of the black hood and bright yellow mask, looking delicately fringed around the edges. End ID]

I probably followed the Hoodie down the creek for like 10 minutes before he decided to cross over to our side to do some more foraging. I froze. He was almost completely hidden in the brush, but I could see bits of movement and kept him in the frame the whole time. I knew I couldn't make any sudden moves without scaring him away. For a brief moment, he came out to take a closer look at me, which is where all the photos in this post came from. I only managed to shoot three bursts while he was completely out in the open before he took off for the far side of the creek again.

[ID: The Hooded Warbler looks directly at the camera, only partially obscured by a twig. His posture suggests being ready to leap forward and continue the hunt for insects. End ID]

I was left feeling incredibly amped. The other photographer and I had to share back-of-the-camera shots and gush over how cute he was and how close he came to us. It seems it's always a special event when a rare or unusual species shows up in town. I love these brief moments of connection with birds and the people that care about them.

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[succubusmelt]

Hi, at frist i wanted to thank you for the one-shot / writing on MDHM, i miss that, and it's brig me motivation and idea of drawings to make.

If it's don't bothering you can i ask about. Alan watching a horror movie with is Doe-eyes but they not really a big fan of that kind of movie, but mostly watching it for Alan.

( sorry if it's not very clear or have a lot of mystake in it )

Don't worry anon, I'll try my best!!

- Alan would be very excited to watch a horror movie with you. He loves slashers and seeing gore on screen.

- However, he also picks up on your discomfort and lack of enthusiasm for the genre. He wants you to enjoy the movie too.

- Alan sits close to you on the couch, wrapping an arm around your shoulders in a comforting and protective gesture.

- If you get scared during a jump scare, he holds you a little tighter with a smile. Thinking you're cute when frightened.

- But he is also attentive to you, asking if you're okay and if you want to watch something else. Alan wants you to be comfortable.

- If you say you'd rather switch to a different movie, he happily obliges. Wanting your night together to be enjoyable for both of you.

- He puts on a comedy instead, continuing to keep you close. Gently teasing you about getting scared but also reassuring you that he's there to protect his Doe-eyes.

- Overall Alan tries to balance his enjoyment of horror with making sure you have a good time as well. Your comfort is important to him in this scenario.

[...]

When you arrived at Alan's cabin, he happily greeted you with a hug. He had snacks and blankets ready for their cozy night in. Alan put on an old slasher flick he knew well, sitting close to you on the couch and wrapping an arm around their shoulders.

It was a Friday night and Alan had asked you to come over to watch movies with him. He was excited to introduce you to some of his favorite horror films, not realizing you wasn't as big of a fan of being scared.

At first, you tried to seem interested despite feeling uneasy during some of the more gruesome scenes. But a particularly startling jump scare made them jump with a yelp, burying their face against Alan's chest. He smiled, enjoying their cute reaction even if it meant they were frightened.

Alan held you tighter in reassurance. Glancing down, he noticed the worry on your face as the movie continued. "You okay, Doe-Eyes?" he asked softly. You admitted the film was scaring them more than they'd like.

Not wanting their night to be spoiled, Alan changed the movie with care and understanding. "We can watch something else, don't worry." He selected a comedy this time, keeping you close as the opening played.

Through the new film, Alan gently teased you for getting scared but assured you he'd protect his delicate Doe-Eyes from any monsters. You seemed to relax again, laughing along with the on-screen jokes.

By the end of the night, Alan was pleased to have found an activity you both enjoyed. He wanted nothing more than for you to be comfortable in his company, even if it meant skipping the gore for their sake. Making you happy made Alan happy in return.

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[fleurriee]

— here with you ; neteyam sully

pairing ; neteyam sully x fem!reader

synopsis ; sometimes, things can just get too much for you - especially when you feel like the entire world is against you. but, it isn’t, because neteyam’s there, and he’ll always be there.

word count ; 7.2k

themes ; angst, fluff, established relationship (mates)

warnings ; death of parents, panic/anxiety attacks...

author’s note ; these requests are always taking me so long & im so sorry about that,, i guess i just want them to be perfect, so i then get kinda scared to start them.. but i loved this one, so tysm for requesting!! this was also a bit sadder than i think either of you wanted but this plot came to me the instance i read these sososososo <33 i also want to say that im in no way trying to romanticise these particular situations & if it’s coming across that way, please let me know and help me understand how i can change it <3 requested & requested

main masterlist request a fic!

Standing side by side, yourself and Neteyam stood tall and proud, for once no eyes upon the two of you, but the ceremony playing out before you. You were next to the rest of Neteyam’s family, too, each of them paying close attention to those in front of them.

At the very front of the entire clan stood two Na’vi, face to face with beaming smiles upon their features, eyes never once leaving one another’s as they started to speak their vows to one another, but also to the Great Mother herself. It was their mating ceremony, one that had been planned for a few weeks now, and the entire clan had come together in order to celebrate such a special day alongside them.

Even you can see it’s a beautiful, such ethereality emanating around you and pulsing with life, as if the earth around you could feel the happiness on top, too, wanting to join in and feel the same things. Bioluminescent fauna had been plucked by foragers and strung up all around the area, flickering on and off with a heartbeat of life, and creating an effervescent glow that shone down on them. Platters of food that had been hunted, prepared and cooked beforehand were surrounding them, piled high with all sorts, but particularly the mate’s favourites, seeing as it was their day. And, the people - they were covered head to toe paint that represented the Omatikaya clan, flowers placed delicately into woven hair and beads hanging from their necks to signify their strength in the clan, in the union before them, relishing in the feeling over not only the couple coming together as one, but the entire clan, too.

The love that could be felt all around was encapsulating - it was hard to ignore from the moment it was announced they were to mate in a few weeks time, let alone the day it would be happening. It was obvious from where you were standing beside your own mate that they were meant to be together, that Ewya had chosen yet again another good match, and each and every one of the people were excited to see them grow.

And, you were happy for them, of course you were. You’d give anything to have others understand and experience the love you felt for Neteyam, because it was a once-in-a-lifetime kind of feeling. It was a feeling where all you really knew was him, one where he felt like your other half, like your soul had been split into two and given over to him to carry and hold onto you with the utmost care. He did the same thing with your heart, after all - always holding it close to his own, caressing it with gentle touches and soft kisses, constantly reminding you of the love he held for you, too, as you did the same with his heart in your own calloused hands.

But, despite repeatedly telling yourself that you weren’t going to do this today, that you were going to be happy and deal with your lingering emotions after the ceremony itself, you own reprimands didn’t work. It was their day, you should’ve been watching them, but they were standing too close for you to simply ignore…

It was always custom for both pairs of parents to be up their with their children whilst they were bonding before both Ewya and the clan, standing behind their children and watching with the proudest smiles possible. Loving eyes reflected down up them, some even shedding a few tears, smiles wide and ecstatic, no doubt their minds already how the rest of their lives were going to play out.

You heart broke at the sight of them, both pairs, all four individual parents, watching and smiling and just being there. As soon as your eyes settled on them, it was so difficult to get and move them away. The longer you stared, the more your resolve began to crack, piece by piece, until you were sure you were going to shatter.

Many years ago, when you were younger, just a small Na’vi child growing up in a clan that appreciated every one of its people, attempting to make a place for yourself in its vast expanses… your parents fatally died. It was during another war with the humans, the evilness coming back and spreading like a disease until it felt the tortuous need to take not only one, but both of your parents away from you. You’re not entirely sure what exactly killed them, refusing to ask, knowing it would only make you spiral down until you were too scared you’d never make your way back up, but you’d have a general idea, and that haunted you more often than you’d like to admit.

Because you were only a child - a child that needed their mother to show her what it was to be a woman, teach her the way of how to properly care for a family and their mate, but staying strong and fierce and protective; a child that needed their father to ensure she was always safe in the care of his arms, to teach her how to hunt and fight back whenever someone was mean, or stand her ground against those that wished her harm to her heart.

But, you’d barely gotten that far with them.

Your parents’ deaths had hit you harder than you could’ve ever anticipated - sure, it was always going to be a difficult journey you were forced to embark on, but not one would you have believed it would still be here now, keeping you awake some nights and feeling as though it was slowly going to tear you apart and ruin the life you’d somehow managed to make for yourself, without them.

For all your time with them, you had been so incredibly close, that when they died, it felt like a part of yourself had been ripped away with them, too; as though you now had a whole within your soul that you could never get back, that always stay missing. You were their only child - having never been given the opportunity of having more the way they’d wanted - so they were constantly doting on you, showing you their ways and becoming your bestest friends.

They weren’t just your parents - they were your people.

Throughout the beginning, people were always around you, sheltering you with careful hands like you were suddenly made of fragile glass; and, you guess you were, because one wrong word, and the floodgates would open and it would be incredibly difficult to force them closed again. So many people from your clan offered you their aid, allowing you their shoulders to cry on or to talk to them about whatever was bothering you, offering up their time and their patience and their advice, just so you could be a small semblance of normality for once. Even people you had never spoken to before had come up to you, offering you their condolences and reassuring you that it’ll eventually get better.

But, it hadn’t - not really. Even though you were doing okay, you were happy with a mate and his family, with a future held close to your heart that you were excited to explore… and yet, their memories still echoed within the confines of your mind, sometimes praising and doting on you, sometimes screaming and yelling at you. It felt like a never ending cycle, and you couldn’t tell if you wanted it to disappear, or keep it with you, just to hear their voices one last time, even if they were disappointed in you.

You appreciated everything the clan was doing for you throughout such a tough time, but you never took any of them up on their sweet offers. You knew each and every one of them meant what they’d said to you, that you were more than welcome inside their homes to talk, but you couldn’t bring yourself to walk through the tent flap and ask for help.

None of them would truly know what you’d gone through at such a young age, at least not those that hadn’t been through a similar situation yourself. If they hadn’t had a family member as close as you were to your parents yourself, you found there was no real point in confiding in them when the advice they’d give you would only feel invalid.

Despite your mind tearing in to two polar opposites - one side screaming at you to get help, to talk all your rantings out into the open air so you weren’t as burdened as you were with them, and the other side echoing negative thoughts of they’d never understand, it’s all false, they don’t really care - there were two people who had an understanding of your emotions. Jake and Neytiri - the Olo’eyktan and his mate. Those two had gone through their own traumatic experiences that were similar to your own - both of them losing family they loved irrevocably due to such terrible circumstances, and still managing to come out on top, something you continued to look up to massively to this day.

With that in mind, knowing how you looked up at them like they had all the answers you’d ever needed or wanted, they took you under their wing. They became a second set of parents, so to speak - although they both knew they could never replace your biological ones - but it was something that slowly began to help your journey back to what you hoped was normalcy. They helped you grow as if you were their own, sheltering you from the harsh realities of your world, but shaping you into the woman you are today, at the same time. They tried their best to act as though your parents would’ve done in certain circumstances, knowing when these things happened, your glossy eyes would travel through a crowd in search for their warm presence, only to come up empty and cold.

That emptiness and coldness didn’t last long, however, not when Jake and Neytiri were just a step behind you, ready to envelop you in their own warmth and cage you away until you were happy again.

This was something that was always inevitable, though, being a part of the Sully family. Both Jake and Neytiri, alongside your own parents, had previously been discussing the idea of you and Neteyam (their firstborn) mating when you become of age, believing you to be a match made in heaven and perfect for one another. And, for a while, they were just hushed discussions of possibilities hidden away from any other prying ears, excitement coursing through the four of them at the idea of such a future.

When your parents died, that never stopped their ideas - no, if anything, it only fuelled it on more. Jake and Neytiri knew how excited your parents were at their own child having a mate, let alone one who was always known to be such a gentleman, so sweet and caring, never mind being next in line for Olo’eyktan. They knew despite the horrific change of events you found yourself in, they’d want you to be the happiest you could be, by finding a mate you adored and moving on to create your own family, even if it absolutely broke your heart to begin with.

So, it was almost a perfect slot of the puzzle - having you around all the time, now living with the rest of the Sully family as the two of them cared for you the way you always deserved, gave them the opportunity to slowly push you and Neteyam closer together. And, as time slowly trickled by, day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute, each one filled with thoughts of your parents smiling faces, you began to fall in love with him, just like they’d always imagined you doing.

Of course, it was a slightly rocky relationship to begin with. You were still in your mourning period - and, you’d argue that you still weren’t entirely out of it now - meaning you’d rather have just melted away into the shadows so you could cry silently to yourself in your despair, not wishing to bother anyone with your true emotions. It can be hard to talk to people sometimes, when they know what you’ve been through, such a private side of your life you wished you could keep in secret, when they treated you like the child you always were… like you were always going to be the same age you were when they died, like you’d died that day, too.

Neteyam was… persistant, however, wanting to see you come out of your shell and be the person you were before, because he’d always thought you were cute, inside and out. He took his time, making sure to take small steps so as not to overwhelm you all at once, but things like seeking you out in a crowd and checking in on you, inviting you to places and bringing you wherever with him, being there to listen to every single one of your rambles, no matter how long they took, and calming you down when it all became too much… it all exuded the strength of his will and determination full of both love and meaningfulness.

He was perfect - Neteyam was perfect, and whilst it took you a little while to warm up to him and fully realise it… you were falling in love with him.

After a while, Jake and Neytiri had told you the truth; about all those times themselves and your parents had spoken about the two of you mating. They were expecting backlash, mainly from yourself, but instead all your felt was warmth in your heart. Somehow, even in death, your parents were looking out for you - they’d known all the time that Neteyam was the one for you, planning this out for a surprise, and even when they were no longer standing beside you, they were guiding you along the path made specifically for you.

You’d never been looking forward to something as much as your own mating ceremony - Neteyam was the one for you, someone you couldn’t wait to truly start the rest of your life with. And, as any Na’vi do, they have their mating ceremony, standing at the front of the clan as they recite their vows and speak the words of thanks to the Great Mother, before celebrations commence whilst the newly appointed mates leave to bond with Tsaheylu.

The two of you had that when the time came, the atmosphere around you buzzing and the life emanating from absolutely everything showing off such beauty it started to tear up your eye line. The excitement you were feeling was unlike anything else, naturally so, eyes crinkled and smile beaming as all you felt was elevation, looking up at your mate as he smiled down at you like he was the luckiest Na’vi alive.

But, there was a realisation that came to you full force, smacking you in the head and forcing you back down to reality as your features started to fall…

Your parents weren’t there…

They should’ve been - they were your parents. They should’ve been stood right behind you, looking down at your elated form, all beaming smiles and teary eyes, proud as they watched you take the next step in your life, moving on from one chapter to the next in bliss.

And, whilst they were still looking down at you now, even in that moment, it wasn’t the same - it was never going to be the same. They were too far away, too high up for you to reach out and grab them and try and pull them back down, all so you could embrace them wholly again and force them to stay at home that particular day. No matter how much you imagined it in your mind, it was never going to happen - you couldn’t change what had already been done.

Your once blissful mood had tumbled off the edge when such a painful realisation hit you, despite wishing to have kept up with the happiness of your ceremony. Once holding on tightly to Neteyam’s hands, they now became looser, like you weren’t feeling it all as much as you were before, your eyes becoming glossy as they glazed over, and your ears falling flat against your head in despair. You looked so broken in that moment, when it was supposed to be a happy day.

Taking one look at you, for just a split second, Neteyam had grown terrified that you’d gotten cold feet, that you no longer wished to be his mate and wanted to run away as far as possible from him and pretend like none of this ever happened. He wouldn’t know what he’d do if that was the case - he’d wanted you to call his own for as long as he could remember, so this possibility was nerve-wracking and scary for him.

But, when his eyes trailed over your dejected form and over to his parents, eyes pleading with them for help as he wondered what he should do, as he wondered how to understand, the both of them came to the same conclusion. Instantly, they understood what was wrong in your sudden change of mood, of what had caused it. They knew the signs, they could tell just by the way you acted. Jake and Neytiri had spoken of this beforehand, about there being an obvious gap that would be noticeable during the ceremony, and they knew that eventually, you would come upon that realisation, too. So, they’d prepared for it.

With precise movements, Neytiri moved away from her spot that was once behind Neteyam, and moved closer to yourself, standing where your parents would’ve been. She gave a gentle touch to your shoulder, one that felt instantly reassuring, that spoke words describing how proud she was of you, how much you meant to her, that you would always be apart of the family, no matter what. To her, you would always be her daughter, regardless of whether you were mated to Neteyam or not.

You looked over your shoulder at her, receiving a loving, tender smile, her head tilted to the side slightly and her eyes full of sympathy. It filled your heart with warmth to see her standing behind you, ensuring you that your parents were still there in spirit, that she would take the mantle and make things so much easier for you. Such a sight spoke more than words ever could, slowly starting to feel like you could do this, as you turned back to Neteyam, sending him a gentle smile and nodding, letting him know that this what definitely what you wanted.

It would never have been the same without your parents there, of course - that was a given - but this was the next best thing, and you would take it with open arms. With Neytiri behind you, Jake not too far and your loving Neteyam in front of you, you knew that you’d always have a family, a home, a place and a people to call your own.

Unfortunately, despite these little assurances you received every so often, it never meant your heartbreak went away.

It got better with time, just like everything did, and slowly but surely, it become something you could live with. But, there were always going to be certain circumstances where everything became too much, where you remembered all your old feelings and emotions, coming back stronger and harsher; struggling to keep your emotions at bay and hidden away from any prying eyes, willing the fear back into your eyes before you made a scene on a day that wasn’t about you.

So, breathing deeply and sucking it up, you forced your eyes to stay on the happy couple, watching the mating ceremony before you. You listened to their reciting vows, loving looks shared between them, their parents behind them, proud, and the clan around you cheering in celebration, in jubilation.

Without having realised it until now, you were holding your breath, like at any moment you knew you were going to explode. Heartbeat picking up in its speed, you can’t quite bring yourself to let the breath go, to sigh in relief that everyone was starting to disperse around you so the rest of the celebration can begin. Instead, you’re instantly rushing away, making quick work with your movements to get as far away as possible. You don’t bother saying anything to your family as you continue to push past people in a hurry, no apologies or goodbyes slipping from your tongue - all you know is you’re desperate for more air and less people.

Unknown to you, however, during that entire ceremony, Neteyam could feel the emotions that were emanating off of you like you were wearing them on your sleeve. His eyes had constantly trailed down to your smaller frame, watching you for any signs of distress or panic. When he’d found what he could originally feel, he felt his heart break, knowing that you were in pain, and that it was only moments before you’d need to leave.

Before the end of the ceremony occur, he’d given his mother a subtle look and a nod your way, a sure sign of letting her know that the two of you were bound to be gone for a short time afterwards. Taking one look at you, she’d understood immediately. Her response was a firm nod and reassuring smile to her son (he used to be quite nervous at trying to calm you down, wanting to get everything right and make you happy again - but, the more he’d done it, the better he’d gotten at it… still, it didn’t hurt to reassure him), whispering what was happening over to Jake so he didn’t make it so obvious when you’d leave.

You could tell all of this had gone on without you originally knowing, just by the sound of his footsteps close behind you, trailing your every step as he followed further and further away, into the dense forest. His presence was obvious, too, the feel of his surrounding you whole, enveloping you into his warm embrace and closing around you, shielding you, protecting you, ensuring you always felt safe.

That’s how it was with Neteyam - no matter the situation, no matter the place, he was always going to be one step behind you.

You feet continued to carry you away from the hustle and bustle of the clan, the happiness and cheering becoming nothing but white noise to your eyes. Instead, the sounds of soft chirping filled your senses, leaves and branching crunching underfoot, the wind cascading against the fauna with a swoosh, rustling this way and that. It was always so beautiful out here - the way the moons eclipsed within the expanse of the sky, shining down like a beacon of hope upon your broken body, ikrans flying over its shadow like a good omen - but, you struggled to truly appreciate it when you felt like this.

Whenever you felt this way, Neteyam knew to give you your own space, giving you time to yourself so you could sort everything out, everything that was echoing within your mind and trying to tear you down. He didn’t want to bombard you with too much all at once, previous experience having taught him that it wasn’t exactly a great idea - it’d only make you worse. In time, after thinking things over and sorting yourself out, he knew you’d go to him for all the comfort you needed. That’s when he’d be there for you, waiting with arms wide open and ready to whisper sweet nothings in your ear until you were a giggling, blushing mess all over again.

So, when you stop within a part of the forest that’s barely considered a clearing - the surroundings dense with both a mixture of fauna and flowers, their colours eclipsing one another until it seemed just a mangled mess; birds continuously chirping at the tops of the trees like an echoing lullaby that wasn’t doing much help for you in that particular moment - you pick a random tree and sit down in front of it, leaning against it as your back scratches harshly against the bark, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. You hang your head low, curling your knees closer to your chest and encasing your arms around them, like a means of protecting yourself from the harsh realities of your world.

Neteyam stops in his steps, looking down at you with a broken heart, wishing upon everything else that he could just mend your own before he attempted his. If he could take your pain away, he would do it in an instant - your happiness and your smile and your laugh was everything to Neteyam, and he’d give anything to experience them over and over again until the Great Mother decided his time was up.

With a hesitant breath, Neteyam sits down beside you, keeping close, but too close as to make you feel claustrophobic. His eyes stay on your figure, carefully bringing his up out in front of your hanging head like an offering. You noticed his hand within your peripheral vision, and your heart stuttered a beat when you realised what he was insinuating. Gratitude courses through your system at his cautious movements, his silence, allowing you to make these choices on your own, but still continuing to be there for you exactly as you needed him.

Reaching out, you hesitantly take his within your palm, feeling the sudden sensations of his gentle caresses that always work to soothe your skin. Suddenly, you’re melting into his embrace like you were a part of him completely, leaning fully against his figure and placing your head on top of his shoulder. You slotted into place - made for him, carved beautifully just for him by Ewya herself.

It’s silent between the two of you for a short while, Neteyam’s mind conjuring up possible ways he can make you feel whole again, and your own racing with so many terrible thoughts you wish to escape from. He knows it’s better for the both of you if you speak up first, saying what you need to say before he joins in with his comforting words, but he feels completely shattered when the noises of your little sniffles reaches his ears, the faint touch of a cold tear dropping onto his skin.

He’s glad you decided to speak up here - he doesn’t know how he’d have reacted if you only cried. He always told himself he’d tear down the world to ensure your happiness, and not many people (including himself) wanted to see such a thing happen.

“It’s too much sometimes, ‘teyam…” you starts, voice quiet and fragmented, mixing in with your stuttered breaths and heart-wrenching tears. It’s like you’re scared to admit the truth, making it all the more real, despite him already knowing you like he knows the scars on the back of his hand. “The ceremony - it was beautiful, and I was so incredibly happy for them, because it’s a day that only ever happens once and it should be magical, but…” you hesitate, finding the right words to get your point across. “They were there.”

Neteyam doesn’t need to ask for any specifications, he doesn’t need to ask who you mean by that. He’d seen it in your eyes when he was watching you during the ceremony, how they glazed over, but still struggled to move away from the one place that was causing you the most pain. “Their parents were there for the whole thing,” you continue, “they got to watch their babies grow up into a true Na’vi, as they finally found their one, their person… mine didn’t.”

You let out a shuddering breath, one that has t ou struggling for a moment, before attempting to collect yourself as you finally came clean. Nuzzling further into Neteyam’s side for more comfort that he was happy to offer, you let everything out. “I know it’s wrong to think such a thing, but it’s just so… unfair.” You said the word with so much disdain, with venom, it was clear to Neteyam that you meant every word, that you were speaking the truth you’d been so ashamed to admit before. “Why do they get to be there for their children’s ceremonies, but mine didn’t? What did mine do wrong?”

Letting out a sigh of defeat, you’re quick to continue on before Neteyam can start to reassure you like he always does, like he was so close to doing. “What if…” you stop, swallowing deeply and wondering whether you should be admitting this. “What if one day, I’m not there for my children?” Admittance should be a relief, it should feel as though you’ve finally gotten something from your chest so you can move on, but right now, it doesn’t feel that way. No, you just feel ashamed and disappointed at yourself for thinking such negative thoughts - hoping above all Neteyam doesn’t think the same way about you now. “What if something happens to me and I can’t be there when they need me? I don’t want them to go through what I went through - I know how much it breaks the heart, the soul, and-”

You’re rambling - you know you are - but, when you start, it’s always a difficult struggle to stop. And, you’re ramblings only cause you to struggle to breathe, too, your overshared, spiralling thoughts making you feel the worse you’ve ever felt. It shouldn’t feel this way, and yet, it does.

But, with Neteyam there, just a hairs breadth away from you, you know you’ll always be fine - because he always makes you feel better. These feelings will never go away - that much was obvious - but, you could forget about them for a short while, pretend like they didn’t exist. That was the best you could do, for now.

After experiencing several of these episodes together beforehand, Neteyam knows what do - he knows what’s best for you and what isn’t; what will make you feel reassured and what will only make you want to disappear all the more. He’s not proud to say that he knows these things from having accidentally gone through them before, but he was technically still learning everything about you, back then. As time drifted further on, he eventually knew everything about you, like a mate should.

With careful, gentle movements, like the perfect gentleman Neteyam has always been, he moves himself around from where he’d previously been behind you, so that he was now seated in front of you, facing one another. The front of your legs are touching, feeling the heat radiate from his body to your own, and when you look up at him with your big, glossy, doe-like eyes, he can’t help but feel like he’s experiencing your pain, too.

Neteyam slowly untangles your legs from around themselves, instead wrapping them around his waist and tugging you closer to him. Your fronts are now pressed together, bringing your foreheads against one another with a gentle touch. This has always arguably been your favourite position to be in with Neteyam - something about it screams the love you have for one another out into the universe. The way your pressed so close together, practically becoming one; the way you can pull one another closer, safe in each other’s arms from anything daring enough to attempt to threaten you; the way all you can see is him, wholly and beautifully and completely.

With his eyes never leaving your features, not even for one second, he looks down at you in adoration, in reassurance, wanting - needing - you to feel every words his speaks, to understand it’s truth. “Breathe with me, yawne (beloved),” he instructs, soft and affectionate. You listen to him, matching his breathing with your own and closing your eyes, feeling him, hearing him. Bringing your hands up to his shoulders, you caresses him against the sides of his neck, needing him whole, your once stuttering breaths gradually calming down a little.

However, it’s obvious that you’re not quite feeling entirely better yet - and, he can’t exactly blame you for feeling since away. Everything you’d previously gone through must be swirling around in your mind, eating away at you like a disease you couldn’t be rid of. It was time-consuming, all-encompassing, but it was you, and he’d have all of you before he had none of you.

Whilst one of his hands moves to rub gently against your arm, the other moves behind his back, slowly bringing his queue forwards as he gives you another offering, this one in regards to Tsaheylu. He gives you a soft, encouraging smile, letting you know that he’s okay with either answer you give him - he just wants you comfortable, above all else.

Sometimes, this is something the two of you do - bonding. Growing up, you learnt that Na’vi had different perspectives on when it came to bonding through Tsaheylu, possibly depending on what they’d heard and what they’d grown up knowing. You’ve heard that others only really see it as a sexual bond between two mates, helping them conceive quicker and expand their family. But, you - you’d always thought different.

Throughout the majority of your life you got to spend with your parents, you often saw them bonding this way, connecting their queues so they were able to share their thoughts, their feelings, let the other know them inside and out. You briefly remember a much younger version of yourself asking to join in, feeling left out, and that’s when they’d told you what the action truly meant - that it was a special connection between mates, one that Ewya granted amongst her children so they were able to come together as one soul, rather than two people. Ever since then, it was something you’d always wanted to experience.

And, ever since you first bonded with Neteyam on the night of your own mating ceremony, the two of you found it to be exactly as you had parents had first described it to you. A connection where you can take their pain away, where you can experience things together, where you can show how much you truly love someone.

But, you’re scared. You’re scared to share everything with Neteyam through Tsaheylu because he’ll know everything then. And, even though you’ve already admitted some of your feelings to him previously - including your worries regarding your own future children - there are still some lingering thoughts that you consider bad, that you don’t want to admit to him, simply because you don’t know how he’ll react.

Then, you remember who you’re talking about - Neteyam. Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan, who has never once belittled you for feeling a certain way; who has always been there for you through both the best of times and the worst of times; who was the only one to slowly bring you out of your shell during a time when it felt like everything was running to an end… and consequently falling in love with him in the process.

This was your mate.

So, hesitantly nodding, you move a shaky hand behind you to grab your own queue, bringing it forward and allowing the tendrils to connect, wrapping the cords like a dance at their own ceremony. Their slow movements cause the feeling of everything Neteyam to course through your system, rushing through until it reaches your brainwaves. You can feel everything he’s ever felt in his life, the ones aimed particularly at you coming to the forefront of both your mind’s, basking in their presence. He’d pushed those ones forward on purpose - he’d wanted you to know everything he feels about you.

Looking up at him, your fingers tapping nervously against the skin of his neck with a tap, tap, tap rhythm, you almost expect him to be nursing a confused expression, or maybe even slightly angry. You were ready for him to have come to the understanding of the thoughts you were so scared to admit, waiting for him to start wondering why you’d think such things in the first place. But, he doesn’t - instead, his eyes flutter open to look lovingly down at you, like you’re so unbelievably ethereal, and completely the most beautiful Na’vi from Ewya’s creations. His head turns slightly to the side, smile wide and toothy, canines on show and eyes shining, and such a reaction only causes you heart to flutter all the more.

He doesn’t mind the negative thoughts - to him, they weren’t that negative, anyway. But, he knew they were taking a toll on you, bouncing against the sides of your mind with taunting whispers. Neteyam hoped you’d know that none of that bothered him, not when he wanted all of you.

It always amazes you and makes you feel safe, validated, when Neteyam does things like this. You have no idea how he always knows the best ways to bring you back down from your anxiety cloud (as you’d come up with calling it one time, hoping to ease the tension that was once lingering between you both), constantly feeling grateful for every little thing he does for you - no matter how big or small. Because each and every one of them mean something; they all eventually add up and create a much larger picture.

Already, you’re starting to feel much better in yourself, coming down from the cloud and standing back on the ground again, gravity to its work the way it should. And, whilst you’re not going to be perfect straight away - if ever again - you know you can begin to come to terms with the fact that you’re always going to feel this alway, that it’s going to be a constant, that your feelings aren’t just going to disappear with the click of your fingers. It doesn’t work like that.

Your worries are understandable after the trauma period you’ve been through, especially at such a young age, and all you can do is hope that the Great Mother’s plans for you and your future family are ones full of both longevity and adoration. After all, she’d already given Neteyam to you in a time you needed someone the most (albeit, it did take you a little while to fully realise such a thing) - surely she wouldn’t stop the two of you from showing off your love in the most domestic way possible.

“Muntxate (wife),” he starts, bringing your full attention back on him as his hands start to circle around you waist comfortably, finding their home there like they always do. His eyes are soft and sympathetic when he carries on speaking. “I will never truly understand what you’re feeling - I know that. But, what I do know is that no matter what you are going through on any particular day, I will always be there for you. All you have to do is ask, and I will drop everything and come straight to you.”

A small smile start to curve the ends of your lips in gratefulness, repeating his words on a never ending loop within the confines of your mind. More tears are beginning to sweep against your eyeline - but, this time, they’re happy ones, they’re ones you glad to be expressing. “I know,” you respond, barely above a whisper as all the lives around you seem much louder.

Seeing as the smile on your face becomes a little wider, understanding that his words were slowly beginning to get through to you, Neteyam nuzzles your faces closer together, your noses rubbing against one another lovingly. He takes in your scent the way he loves, inhaling deeply, but never forcing his gaze away from yours, needing you to entertain the seriousness behind him pupils. “You’re not alone in anything, sevin (pretty), I promise you…” he pauses, watching your eyes flutter close as you bask in his warm presence, taking a few seconds to contemplate his next words, before speaking again. “You don’t need to worry about never being there for our children, either,” he starts, your eyes opening up once again when he brings up the elephant in the room, flickering between each of his own his contemplation, “because I promise you - I swear to the Great Mother herself - that I will always protect you: against something as little as a yerik (hexapede), or as big as an ‘angtsik (hammerhead titanothere).” His words cause a small giggle to escape from your lips before you fully realise it’s fallen. Just imagining Neteyam battling a yerik (hexapede) has you amused, feeling better than you had before. He lowers his head to your own, wanting the eye contact to stay, finding importance in it when he spoke. “You will be there for our kids for everything, and you will be an amazing mother…”he insists, fingers gently rubbing smoothly against both sides of your waist, sending chills up your spine, warm from the compliment. The thought of his words alone has you feeling all giddy. “…To all 5 of our kids…”

“5 kids?” you question immediately, exclaiming out your surprise at his admission, widened eyes and joking smile. This particular conversation that it’s changed to causes your tail to swish from left to right, showing off its excitement, despite your juxtaposing words. “I knew you wanted a few, ‘teyam, but even that’s a lot.”

“No, no,” Neteyam insists, shaking his head and laughing along with you. “You see,” he teases, fingers dancing along your waist as he begins to smile mischievously, “because I will never get enough of you, so, we’re bound to have a lot.” He leaves a little shrug at the end of his sentence, acting all nonchalant, like what he’d just admitted didn’t hold a lot of weight to his words.

You can already feel the blush patching along your cheeks, painting your skin a darker colour, forcing your head to hang low subconsciously. However, y oh don’t get to stay like that for too long, because his once-dancing fingers suddenly start tickling against your sides, moving in an annoyingly rapid succession, which causes shrieks of laughter and pleads for him to stop to shoot through the air.

More of Neteyam’s laughter joins in with your own, the loving sounds shared between the two of you emanating through the forest around you, mixing together as one. Such a sound was like music to his ears, glad to have been able to make you happy again. He doesn’t care how many times he admits it, because he’s not ashamed of it - he’d do anything, and give anything, to hear such an ethereal sound for the rest of his life.

And, even though it was always going to be obvious that the two of you would find yourselves in these situations for more times to come - because your worries and your anxieties were never going to just disappear - Neteyam would always make sure that he was right by your side, that he was there to ease you and bring you back to where you truly belonged… with him.

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May I request the peaky boys with a shy reader please<3

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Tommy

🌿 Everyone knows Tommy is drawn to outspoken, fierce women, which is why nobody can understand it when he seems to take a liking to you...

🌿You're so quiet and withdrawn that most people don't even notice you, so absolutely no one can understand what Tommy sees in you, least of all you. But actually that's what fascinates him so much. He's a man who can't go anywhere without causing a scene, without being noticed, whereas you seem to be able to slip around like a little waif, hardly there at all, and he finds that mystifying.

🌿Makes him want to hold you tight in his hands so he can be sure you're real. Makes him want to own you so you can't slip away.

🌿 The first few times he addresses you he doesn't get a response, you just look at him like a little deer in the headlights, you blink and blush and he can see that your breath has caught in your throat... that makes his desire for you burn even harsher

🌿 Because you won't speak to him and you seem to run away whenever he tries to speak to you, he doesnt even know what your voice sounds like... He becomes obsessed with the thought of finally hearing his name on your lips.

🌿 He's very careful with you, he likes making you blush but not too much, he doesn't want to scare you away. So he flirts delicately and quietly, he won't try to embarrass you in front of other people.

🌿 "You know love, all those bad things you've heard about me... Well they're not all true. For example, I don't bite."

🌿 He likes the way you look at him from under your lashes, makes him want to hold your cheek in his palm and force those pretty little eyes to meet his.

🌿He sees you one night in the Garrisson, you're standing at the back of the room not far from your friends, but you look lost and overwhelmed... When he stands behind you and slips his hand into yours he makes you jump.

🌿 "You're alright sweetheart, just looked a bit lost... Thought you might need a friend,"

🌿 You bite your lip and look at the ground, you're trying to hide your smile and hoping he can't see how badly you're blushing...

🌿 But you don't let go of his hand, you link your fingers with his. This is how he knows he's won.

🌿 Absolutely won't let anyone tease you, he's extra protective over you because youre so shy. One glance of his steely "I'll fuck you up" glare and anyone who was even thinking about using you for a quick laugh, quickly rethinks their remark.

🌿Doesn't let you hide from him when you're having sex, makes you sit in his lap and holds your face in both his hands so that he can make sure you keep looking at him. Makes you say his name over and over again. Finally he gets to hear you say his name.

🌿 Has a habbit of getting up close to you whenever he talks to you, he'll almost always hold your face in his hands or your chin between his thumb and forefinger to control your gaze and make sure he has your full attention.

🌿 On the rare occassion he sees you shock everyone by standing up for yourself or shooting one of his brothers down with a witty remark he feels a huge swell of pride. He'll watch you with this proud little smirk on his lips and raise his glass to you, "Atta girl..."

🌿 Never lets you stray too far from him, he tells himself its because you need him, youll be scared and lost without him... But its also because he needs you too, he needs to have someone to protect, someone who needs him and looks up to him the way you do.

Alfie

🐻 Adores how shy you are, is actually a little overwhelmed by how endeared he is to you and how quickly he's gone soft for you.

🐻 His first instinct is to protect you, to take you under his wing and shelter you from the big bad world... And also the lustful eyes of other men he knows like how shy you are for the wrong reasons.

🐻 "must be somethin wrong with me like, going soft for a little mouse like you, but you sre a very pretty little mouse right, i reckon right, i reckon i could just eat you up, what do you think y/n, would you like that?"

🐻 You're such a timid little creature that when he says things like that to you all you can do is tremble and nod your head.

🐻 "am afraid youre going to have to use your words little mouse,"

🐻 Loves to get right up in your personal space, likes to touch your face when he's talking to you always stroking your cheek and chin and lips with his thumb, likes the way you only seem to be able to whisper when you speak to him.

🐻 "uhuh..." "see now thats not really a real word is it little mouse," "s.. Sorry i mean yes mr solomans..." "thats a bit formal int it eh Mr Solomans, bit formal between you and me like treacle... How about Aflie to you, or... How about papa,"

🐻 He really only said it to tease you, to see you blush and catch your breath, to watch you chew your cheek or hide behind your hands... So when you oblige he's stunned... He'd be lying if he said he wasn't feeling pretty pleased with himself too.

🐻 Actually makes you feel comfortable around him really quickly and revels in being able to see snippets of the real you when you begin to grow in confidence around him.

🐻 But what he loves most is being your protector, letting you hide behind him, or holding you with your back against his chest and closing his coat around you so that youre wrapped up and snug against him. That's where you feel safest and he loves keeping you tucked away, his precious, shy girl.

🐻 Holds your hand in his, keeps you by his side at all times, tucks you under his arm and lets you wrap your arms around his waist.

🐻 Is always really soft and coaxing with you, never raises his voice in front of you, even when he isn't speaking to you. Actually tries not to swear in front of you too but thats quite hard for him lets be honest.

🐻 "now see the only reason i aint shouting bloody murder at you right now treacle is cause there are delicate young women present and i, being a considerate and well mannered gentleman, wouldn't want to upset them you see.... now i know you too, are a considerate and well mannered gentleman at heart so i know you are going to conduct yourself with the highest level of respect... Aren't you treacle... That's it thats it nice and calm and *sighs* ahh yes, quiet..."

🐻 Really enjoys coaxing you out of your shell, especially in the bedroom. When you first sleep together you are so shy and he can tell youre nervous to go on top, he can tell you're self concious too, so he guides you through everything gently, giving you instructions. He loves how pliable you are.

🐻 Brings you out of your shell by showering on the praise thick, especially during sex.

🐻 Has you sit on his lap in his office where he can have a hold on you at all times. He's working on your self confidence slowly, he doesn't want you to lose your sweetness, or the way you blush whenever hes near, but he does want you to be able to stand your ground when it comes to other people.

🐻 Not him though, he always wants to be in charge of his shy little mouse.

🐻 Answers for you when other people who youre too shy to talk to try and speak for you. Orders for you in restsurants/bakeries/bars and cafes.

🐻 Likes it when you read to him, to begin with your voice is quiet and shakey, which although he finds adorable, he wants to help you get more confident.

🐻 You suck your thumb when your nervous, which Alfie adores. When youre alone together and he can see that youre feeling self concious and timid he will slip his own thumb between your lips and cup your face in his hand whilst you suck on it. Sometimes its the only way to get you to hold his gaze.

Arthur

🍂 The idea that Arthur would ever even notice you seems absurd to you. He's always roaring around on one hellbent snow spree after another

🍂 And the women he likes well, lets face it, theyre hardly what you'd call shy

🍂 But youve always been attracted to him, whenever hes in the room you get nervous, you get stuck caught between wanting to gaze at him all night and being scared to meet his eyes.

🍂 And actually, until the night you meet for the first time, Arthur has never noticed you before.

🍂 The first time he sees you he's struck by how pretty you are, by the way you smile so shyly and avert your gaze to the floor whenever someone speaks to you.

🍂 He especially likes the way you twirl with your hair nervously. He cant help but want to cut across the room straight to you, tuck your hair behind your ear and take your little hand in his. He'd say "that's quite enough of that now sweetheart," and you'd do as you were told.

🍂 He'd use his finger beneath your chin to push your gaze up to his.

🍂 What actually happens however is this...

🍂 From across the room he hears a squeal he knows came from you, he'd looked away from you for no more than a second but when he hears the cry he knows instinctively that its you.

🍂 His eyes dart around the room to find you among the crowd and he sees you, your cheeks burning red, hes even concerned he might see the gleen of tears in your eyes as he watches you try to back away from to young lads. He forgets what he was doing immediately and storms through the room to be by your side.

🍂 Completely forgets he doesn't know you and you don't know him, is only interested in making sure those boys know to leave you well alone. Only man who's going to be making you squeal from now on his him.

🍂 When he sends them on their way you turn to him and squeak out a little "thank you mr shelby," and then you try to apologise for ruining his night. As you speak he notices you twisting that lock of hair around your finger and without thinking he takes the strands of hair and tucks them carefully behind your ear before taking your little hand in his.

🍂 "No need to apologise love, you've not ruined anything at all," hes doing his best to be a gentleman. He notices how you can't hold his gaze for very long, how you keep swallowing down nervously, it warms his heart and makes him want to pick you up right then and never put you back down.

🍂 "You pay no mind to little boys like them sweetheart... And no more of that Mr Shelby business, you call me Arthur alright..." what he wants to say is "your arthur"

🍂 Hes not used to delicate, shy girls, youre like a little baby bird to him and hes ever so careful with you. Is on his best behaviour around you because he doesnt want you to be scared of him.

🍂 When people see you together they're so shocked they can't help but stare. It makes you feel self concious but all Arthur will ever say about it is this: "probably wondering what such a good little girl is doing with a bad old man like me... You know what sweetheart I think im going to tell them..."

🍂 Walks down the street with you, one arm around you, the other held out to address the whole world, sometimes he sings it, sometimes he just shouts it but every time he says the same thing "I arthur Shelby am the luckiest man in the world..."

🍂 You blush and get so embarassed but no ammount of telling him to whshht will shut him up and you end up giggling and hiding your face in his shirt.

🍂 Fucks you in front of the mirror and makes you watch yourself so you can see how gorgeous you are. Bends you over and moans all kinds of filth and praise into your ear as he fucks you in front of the mirror. Holds your chin up so that you can't look down.

🍂 "open your eyes y/n want you to see how fucking gorgeous you are... Open your eyes and look at yourself darlin,"

John

🌼 Is too much of a naive little rascal to notice how shy you are at first. Hes a bit too boisterous, flirts too openly and definitely does scare you off at first.

🌼 Well its not that youre scared, its that you are completely and utterly convinced hes taking the piss out of you. You dont believe for s second that he really thinks youre pretty. You think he's just trying to make his friends laugh.

🌼 So you start trying to avoid him. You hope he won't notice that he'll just forget about you but he doesn't. He takes it to heart that youre rejecting him and becomes twice as determined to make you his.

🌼 So he carries on, relentlessly flirting and teasing you. You dont understand how he cant see what hes doing to you.

🌼 It gets so bad that whenever hes near you you become so nervous you think you might faint.

🌼 And then one day you do and of course hes first to sweep in and catch you. Hes so confused, he'd begun to think you might be a little nervous around him but surely not that much? Not enough that you would actually faint?

🌼 When you come round he's still holding you, but now he's carried you somewhere a little quieter and its just the two of you.

🌼 At first you don't realise where you are but when you do you panic. This is so embarrassing!! He's still holding you carefully in his arms so when you try to scramble away he only has to tighten his grip a little to trap you there.

🌼 "eh what're you doin flower calm down... Where are you rushin off to?"

🌼 Youre too shy to speak, absolutely mortified to have wound up in such a situation. You try to scramble free again without answering him and this time he eases up but doesnt let you go.

🌼 You actually beg him to let you go, your face tinged a humiliating shade of pink. You squeeze your eyes shut, your hands balled into fists, its the most embarrassing moment of your life asking him to just let you go already and, when he asks you, "why would i want to do that flower?" and you respond with "so you and your friends can laugh about me obviously..." his jaw hits the floor.

🌼 "you... You think i laugh about you?" he genuinely cant believe what hes hearing, cant believe how stupid hes been and when he looks at you again he realises just how delicate you really are. All this time hes been enjoying teasing you, making you blush and smile shyly, not realising that he was torturing you.

🌼 For a whole minute he is humble, has to explain he was just trying to get your attention, that he just likes seeing your cute little blush.

🌼 From then on he makes sure none of his mates, or in fact anyone gets away with making any kind of remark which might embarrass you or make you feel like youre being laughed at. If anyone tries it theh get a firm reminder about how they are and arent allowed to talk to his girl.

🌼 He will refer to you as "my girl" all the time because no matter how many times he says it your reaction is always the same, you squirm a little awkward because youre desperately trying to hide how happy it makes you, and because it gives you major butterflies.

🌼 Tries to be gentle with you but struggles because he just loves making you squirm, its adorable. Still ends up making flirtacious comments which embarrass you.

🌼 Is always trying to reassure you that hes not winding you up when he calls you beautiful, that he really does think those things about you.

🌼 Holds your hand when youre out with his friends. Is proud to show you off and protective of you too.

🌼 Once a man catcalled you and John forced his head down onto the table and dug the barrel of his gun into his temple daring him to repeat himself. Honestly? No one has said a word to you since and you like it that way.

Bonnie

🍀 For all that he is confident in the ring, Bonnies never been particularly confident when it comes to women.

🍀 However, theres something about how timid and quiet you are which brings out his own confidence. It makes him step up to be everything you need him to be.

🍀 He has a sense of duty to look out for you, to protect you from literally everyone. He notices how you barely say a word to anybody, how you hardly even laugh when people make jokes because youre so adverse to drawing any kind of attention to yourself...

🍀 It makes him a little bit sad to see and so he dedicates all his time outside of Peaky Business and Fighting Business to getting to know you

🍀 Its tricky though, whenever he throws himself down beside you in front of the fire in the evening, you get up and leave. Whenever he tries to sit beside you on the bank of the river, you get up and leave. When he wants to walk with you through the forest you speed up... He almost questions whether its something wrong with him?

🍀 Asks his dad for advice but all his dad really tells him is to be persistent. Reminds him about how you have to wait all summer for an evening primrose to bloom and how even when it does, if you blink youll probably miss it... Tells him to be patient so patient Bonnie is.

🍀 He keeps sitting down beside you, trying to walk with you, talking to you at every opportunity.

🍀 When the other lads tease you he acts as your fierce protector, even though you never once asked him to be.

🍀 Brings you wildflowers every day. Actually serenades you which reallyyy embarrasses you but also makes you blush and giggle, which bonnie finds to be too sweet to ignore, and so is encouraged to sing to you again and again.

🍀 Sits with you by the fire and talks to you about things but doesn't force you to talk back. One night he asks if he can brush your hair for you and you nod, you only manage the word "please" but that's enough for him. He beams back at you and then brushes your hair so carefully. Hes so gentle with you.

🍀 You were always intimidated by him because youd seen his fights and youd seen how cocky he could be, but the more time he spends with you the more you begin to realise hes really quite sweet and gentle.

🍀When you realise just how much you like him you lose your confidence all over again, you cant look at him without blushing, you shake when youre near him.

🍀 "You're cold aren't you, here flower have my jacket..." "No m'fine really don't..." "You're shivering y/n, look," he draws a line along your wrist and his touch gives you goosebumps.

🍀 The first time you kiss youre both really shy, he's blushing almost as much as you are. Its one of those sweet, yearning moments.

🍀 But after that, once he knows youre his, he's always stealing little kisses, always making excuses to touch you.

🍀 Has a habbit of running up behind you and tackling you, bundling you up in his arms so you can't escape. He loves how you laugh and bury your face in his shirt to hide away because hes making you go all shy again.

🍀 Does take great boyish pleasure in torturing you, making you get flustered, sometimes teasing you relentlessly until you very nearly almost cry and he has to wrap you up in his arms and soothe you apogising for taking his joke too far. He doesnt do it often, mostly its just gentle teasing, and you usually get all the cuddles and kisses and sweet things whispered in your ear anyway.

🍀 "Don't go shy on me again little dove, you know you don't need to be nervous with me..."

🍀 When youre so shy youre talking in that whispered barely there voice, he'll hold both your hands and whisper back, he'll talk really soft and quiet with you and then after a little while he'll lean in even closer and say something like "hey y/n... Why are we whispering?" always trying to make you giggle.

🍀 Loves taking care of you, loves to make you laugh so that you feel care free and lose your self conciousness every once in a little while. Always calling you beautiful, always reminding you youre the prettiest girl in the world. Tells you how precious you are ten times a day because he cant stand the thought that you might doubt yourself for even a second.

🍀 You being so shy and delicate brings out his possesive side in the sheets. He likes to go on top, pin you down and fuck you firm and gentle. Pushes his forhead to yours and tells you to look at him, wants to see your eyes when he makes you cum, wants you to hold his gaze when youre cumming together so he can tell you all about how precious and good you are. How youre his sweet girl. Loves that you really flush when he undresses you, loves the self concious flutter of your lashes. Youre like a little doe.

🍀 He has 100% socked numerous boys who have flirted with you and made you uncomfortable, or teased you and embarassed you before. Bonnie is one possesive boy when it comes to his precious girl.

Isaiah

🐀Like John he enjoys teasing you far too much and the more shy you get the worse it gets.

🐀Finds it both funny and adorable how you clam up whenever hes near, how you cant speak. Sometimes hes noticed you actually holding your breath when hes been near you which has quite honestly delighted him.

🐀 He likes how much power he has over you. Enjoys how tortured you seem to be in his presence.

🐀 So he'll purposefully invade your personal space just to admire you struggle. Youre so pretty when you blush and shiver nervously. He thinks its cute that your hands tremble when hes in your proximity.

🐀 And he really, really loves telling you to speak up when youre talking to him. He asks you questions just so he can tell you to speak up. He'll pretend he hasnt heard you even when he has just to torture you...

🐀But its all for a good cause and whenever he gets you alone he turns his charm offensive up to the max. You can't refuse him.. How could you? Youre so attracted to him its embarrassing but its especially embarrassing because youre not just shy, youre naive... You don't actually know what he wants from you

🐀So he has to tell you, plain and simple, he has to spell it out for you

🐀And your face when he does, well, its such a pretty picture he wants to remember it forever, the flush in your cheeks, scarlet, torn between scandalised and curious.

🐀You let him take you under his wing, he calls you his little girl and you are through and through. He won't let anyone else flirt with you, will answer for you... Unless hes trying to torture you, in which case he'll fix you with a mischievous little smile and tease an answer out of you, "well speak up lovely, we're all waiting for your answer..."

🐀In the bedroom hes just as bad, he likes forcing you to tell him what you want, even though its torturous for you, even though it makes you unbearably shy and awkward. He loves watching you struggle and he adores the way your voice trembles when you finally start confessing to him.

🐀And hes not cruel, once you ask him nicely he always gives you what you want.

🐀Always has an arm around your waist, his hand holding your hip when youre in public. People know you're his and that they should be very careful when they talk to you. Because even though he likes to torture you, only hes allowed to.

Michael

☘️ Feels an instinctive need to protect you from Isaiah because that man is relentless when it comes to teasing pretty girls like you who get so flustered and speechless in the presence of men like him.

☘️ Tries to force you out of your shell by being commanding with you.

☘️ "Remember what we agreed love, you look at me when youre talking to me and..." waiting patient but stern for you to finish his sentence like hes already made you repeat for him. "And..." you trail off raising your thumb to your lips to bite the tip nervously.

☘️ Michael taking your hand in his and returning it down to your side. Him holding it there whilst you look up at him wide eyed and still struggling with your words...

☘️ "Come on love I'm getting impatient..." he's so stern with you but only because he wants to help you grow more confident... And also a little bit because he secretly likes to watch you shrink away and shiver at his more demanding ways, "finish your sentence..."

☘️ Rewards you when you finally manage to speak, youre always being smothered in affection when you do well for him.

☘️ "Thats my girl, well done love,"

☘️ Flirts with you in public but only occasionally, most of the time hes too busy playing the protective hero to try and tease you himself... Besides, he likes to think hes a gentleman, the place for that kind of play is in private.

☘️ Speaks on your behalf, orders on your behalf, won't even leave you to say your name to someone who asks for it. He will always talk for you, always step up to cover for you in conversation. Hes loyal like that both because he cares about you and also because he sees you as his delicate little possession who needs preserving.

☘️ Spoils you with gifts, especially dresses, jewelery and lingerie because he enjoys watching you try them on, enjoys making you model them for him because you usually get shy and try to hide yourself from him... And he usually manages to flirt his way into undressing you and exposing you completely.

☘️ Its a vicious cycle which ends with you being completely naked and vulnerable, which makes you all the more shy which makes you all the more vulnerable. Which Michael really fucking loves.

☘️ Will lean in and whisper lewd questions to you in public just to watch you choke on your drink.

☘️ Youre so innocent and he wants to corrupt you bad. He really likes to turn his shy little sweetheart into a needy mess. He too loves to command you in the bedroom, make you perform for him.

☘️ But he also likes to be careful with you, make sure you really do feel comfortable with him and in the end this ends up empowering you to be really vulnerable with him without being scared of him.

☘️ Which leads to some life changing events between the sheets.

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Eternal garden

TW: Reader’s call sign is Nova, mentions of death, gun violence, and really sad shit 😟 (ooc ghost, maybe?)

For all my broken heart girlies, ilysm.

(also this my first time writing something related to cod, pls lmk what you think if u can! Enjoy! <3)

It happened in a split second, right before his frightened eyes.

the piercing sound of a single bullet flying right by him missing him, but it was all too late as he aimed his own gun at the sniper on the roof, as it has already penetrated her delicate skin.

Nova was his reason to keep going, he adored her more than anyone, vowed to protect her life for eternity even if that meant he could lose his.

He rushed to hold her fragile frame in his arms as a single tear fell from her eye down to the mask covering her soft features. Her eyes, in Simon’s world at least, were clouds for even when they fill with sorrow and drown the land, they paint the sky with unimaginable beauty.

Nova always feared this day would come, he’d always hold her so tight as she cried and burrowed her face so deep into his chest she could smell his scent for hours after. She’d sob for so long and he’d never get annoyed or bored with her, he was simply satisfied with the fact he was there for her, sometimes they’d fuck it out, and sometimes they wouldn’t, it all depended on his ‘beauty’, as he called her.

“I would rather have my bones crushed one by one, than see a single tear drop from your beautiful eyes, for your body is repairable, but your heart isn’t, my life.” He would say.

He was frightened to hold her that she’s pure, heavenly and unreachable for his sinned hands.  “It hurts, Simon.” She cooed out softly, barely being able to speak.

And at that very moment, he felt his heart break into a million pieces as he could not take her pain away all to himself, he’d never be able to forgive himself for being so late and far enough form the bullet to not pierce his chest instead of hers.

“Johnny! Call for evac! Nova has been shot!”

Simon was a brave, strong man. He never cried for animals that died in movies or for children that passed from cancer. Hell, not even for his soldiers that fought beside him in war. But he felt his eyes water as blood started draining from her beautiful face.

 “Don’t you dare close your eyes now, love. That’s an order!”

She smiled weakly as she held her cold hand against his cheek.

“Still bossy even in death, I see.”

“Don’t. Don’t let that word out of your mouth again, you hear me? You are not dying.”

Johnny rushed to his side taking in the sight before him; Simon crouched down on his knees holding what once was so cheerful and full of life, become tainted with blood and face painted of yellow.

“I called for evac but we are far from reach, Ghost, said they’ll be here in an hour.”

Simon Riley then prayed. He closed his teary eyes and prayed so hard to a god he didn’t know if he believed in, to save his beloved.

“You can do it, darling, I know you can. You have been through worse, I believe in you strong girl.” He babbled on and on about how you were stronger than a bullet, but he didn’t know if he was comforting you or himself. “My sweet girl.”

Johnny always suspected there was something between the lieutenant and his sergeant, but he was still a bit surprised at Simon’s affection and emotions.

They were inseparable back at base, even in missions, Simon always made sure Nova was right by him. Sometimes Soap and Gaz would make fun of their lieutenant as he always was looked out for her, made sure there was enough food left for her, pulled back her chair when she went to sit and scared off soldiers that bothered her, but he’d always deny their allegations and tell them to “shut it”, but they all knew he was just frightened and believed he was undeserving of any form of love, let alone yours.

He was smitten ever since the day you arrived, and if he was blinded by the moment he laid his eyes on you, his soul would not grieve, for in that very instance, it truly gazed upon perfection.

To say that he was scared was an understatement. He couldn’t bring himself to let go of her hand or even dare to look away from her face, feeling as if she’d slip away if he did.

“Do you remember what we talked about before this mission? How we’d retire, get a cabin somewhere far in the woods, with a big dog? Hm?”

she stayed still for a minute before chuckling faintly. “And two cats.”

He laughed, genuinely laughed at her response, she was always cheerful and full of hope even in the worse of situations. “And two cats.” He repeated.

“You promised we’d name the dog Fluffy, and that he’d be a golden retriever. You never liked cats much though.”

“We can get as many cats and dogs as you want my love, just keep those pretty eyes open for me, yeah? Johnny is here for you too.”

Ghost reached for her other hand and put in on top of Soap’s.

Johnny tried his best to not break down in front of his dying friend. They were always the trouble makers back at the base. Clowns, as Captain Price labeled the pair. They would always pull the silliest pranks on their teammates, they once poured a whole tub of salt into Gaz’s coffee, and cut holes in a few shirts of ghost’s after they both finished watching Mean Girls together, but Johnny got a taste of his own medicine once when his partner in crime turned against him and put neon green hair dye in his conditioner, and let’s just say that that did not end well as he gained a new look and an eye infection.

“They’re almost here, Nova, you’re gonna be back on your feet in no time, and we’ll pull even more pranks back in base, we can even get captain Price this time! We can sew a unicorn horn in the middle of his hat, like we said we would. How does that sound?” He frantically said.

Silence.

Dreaded silence was all that was heard before both her hands dropped to the ground beside her limp body. She was unresponsive.

Johnny couldn’t hold his tears back anymore and let them fall freely on her stomach as he clung so tightly to the corpse of his best friend.

Simon was crushed, to say the very least. He kept his warm hands on her beautiful face, and even in death’s grip she looked stunning, her face beamed underneath the setting sun, and her chapped lips curled up into a soft smile, and if it wasn’t for the blood on her clothes, you’d think she was in deep sleep.

He couldn’t bring himself to let go of her, even after evacuation arrived at scene, including captain price, Gaz and König. They all had to pry him off of her so that they could put her body on the carrier, and to the helicopter. That was the first and last time they had ever seen Ghost break down, so miserable and helpless.

Simon never once forgot about Nova, or her cheerful smile that lit up every room brighter than the early rays of the morning sun, nor her ridiculous jokes she’d crack at the wrong times. She was his light, his dream, and if he had a flower for every thought he had of her after her death, he’d walk through a beautiful garden for eternity.

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