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#i cant 'warm up' i just do everything at once lol
blues824 · 4 months
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WAIT since its Sebek month rn, I'm requesting smth for Sebek as well‼️ its prompt #8 and #26~ 💚✨ (26 lowkey perfect for him bcs he cant handle the cold lol same sebek- ajdjs)
I love this man with my whole heart, and then some.
You requested: Snowball Fight + Cuddling Next to the Fire
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Sebek Zigvolt
Sebek did not know how to have fun, and you were convinced of that.
He took no breaks when it came to being a knight or when it came to his school work. Even his extracurriculars were not something he took lightly, which made it really frustrating whenever you wanted to spend quality time with the one you loved.
Your relationship wasn’t doing super well… to say the least. This was his first relationship, so you gave him some leeway, but it eventually had to come to an end. It felt like you were romantically involved with a brick wall.
Because you didn’t want to end the relationship, you went straight to Lilia for advice, and he immediately said that Sebek would have the weekend off. Malleus walked in and heard everything, and he agreed with the bat fae, and he would even make it an official order for him to go with you for the remainder of the day. Well, it was a foolproof plan, and it worked.
Now, you both can be seen trudging through the snow as Sebek is yelling about how you had the audacity to go to the great Waka-sama just to get to hang out with him. If you heard one more word about Malleus when you two were supposed to be on a date, you swear you were gonna end everything.
So, you stooped down, gathered some snow in your hands, patted it into a ball, and immediately chucked it at the half-fae’s head. He turned with the most angry look on his face, but you were too busy laughing to see it.
Oh, so that’s how you wanna play?
With a smirk taking the place of the anger, he, too, stooped down, gathered snow in his hands, formed it into a ball, and threw it at you, hitting you right in the face. Your laughing, obviously, ceased, and a battle had begun.
For a whole hour, you both were throwing snowballs at each other, laughing at the other's misfortune the whole time. However, you both knew it was time to go inside when you let out a sneeze as well as a few coughs.
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Sebek grabbed the firewood that you had stocked up and started to build a fire in your fireplace. He was shivering as well as you, and you remembered that he typically liked warmer and more humid climates. Once the fire got going, he brought you one of your many blankets so that you might try and warm up.
However, as his arm extended to give you the blanket, you grabbed it and pulled him down beside you. It took him by surprise, but when he noticed the close proximity, he immediately froze up.
“H-Human, what do you think you’re doing?” He asked.
“I don’t believe it would be very fair if I were to be warm and you were to remain cold,” You answered, making sure that he got some of the blanket as well.
Upon seeing that he was still shivering, however, you decided to just lay on him. You put your hands on his shoulders to push him back into the couch, and you just plopped yourself right on top of him, bringing the blanket over you two.
“Y/N THIS IS ENTIRELY INAPPRO-” You covered his mouth, starting to get sleepy, and with how flustered he was getting, his body temperature was rising to a comfortable level. In a few moments, you were asleep.
The dedicated knight had no idea what to do in this situation… This was never a part of his training, so he just laid there like a plank until he eventually fell asleep as well.
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bkghq · 2 years
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cute things they do in a relationship
cw: gn! reader, cursing ? idek, its really fluffy , oh and also mentions period
includes: eren yeager, armin arlert, jean kirschtein and levi ackerman
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—eren
eren is protective, very protective but not in an over-bearing way. whenever you guys are outside he always makes sure to physically hold you either its holding your small hand in his big one, or placing his hand on you waist. he likes to show everyone that you’re his and he is yours and they should fuck off before even thinking about hitting either of you up.
he loves playing with your hair, he loves how smooth and soft they feel. he’ll massage your scalp whenever you guys are sitting idly. like you’d be doing the most random things like scrolling through your phone while he’s on his own and his hand will find it’s way to your scalp and start scratching it.
is superrrrrrrrrrr clingy, he always has to be touching you one way or another. either its cuddles kisses sitting on his lap sitting on your lap he doesnt care, eren craves physical touch and he isn’t even one bit ashamed of it. totally agrees with the fact that his love language is physical touch. is literally attached to you by the hip
facetimes you at the most random times like he doesnt care if you guys are far away from each other he has to be either texting you 24/7 or ft you. he’ll ft you late at nights and just stay on the call watching you sleep not in a creepy way ofcourse, with a dumb look in his eyes and small lovestruck smile on his face
(in the titan!au) shifts into his titan form and puts you on his shoulder so you can see beyond the walls. whenever he’s in his titan for he will always and always pet your head with one of his humongous fingers. loves when you pet the side of his titans face, and give him a light peck on his cheek even tho he cant really feel it lmao. his pointy ears turn all red and drop down whenever you kiss him when he’s in his titan form.
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—armin
the best boy anyone can ask for tbh, continuously checks up on you. always sends “good morning baby! have a great day, i love you :)” texts in the morning, “hey love i brought you food, would you mind if i picked you up from class so we could eat together ?"during lunch time. Continuously asking if you, "drank enough water??” or “had dinner/lunch/snack yet?”.
leaves cute little notes in his pretty handwriting inside your books, motivating you or just cute things in general, when he knows you are stressed with school work. “i believe in you! you can do it.” “work is important but dont forget to take breaks in between to eat something and stretch your back!.” “i’m only one call away if you want something.” or just random “i love you sooooo much <3” notes inside your books.
lends you his clothes out of the blue like you don’t even have to ask him to, he’ll just do it himself. whenever he comes over he brings a huge ass bag filled w his hoodies and sweatshirts that smell like him so so warm and cozy, he’ll just hand those 5-10 hoodies like its no biggie and he NEVER asks you to give them back NO, not until you give them back to him so he can wear them again, so they start smelling like him. and once they do, he’s back with his giant ass tote bag filled w hoodies for u lol
always helps you w school work and exams, goes the extra mile so he knows you’re well prepared for your exams. he’ll make flashcards, notes, powerpoint presentations and what-not just so you’re well prepared
always gives you compliments literally on the smallest thing ever. whenever you do something new, either its paint your nails or add one picture to your photo collection on your wall armin will always notice it cause he’s a very great observer and will genuinely compliment you, “that nail shade looks very good on you,” or ,“hm is that the new picture of us on the beach baby, i’m so happy you’ve put it her you look so beautiful.”
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—jean
he’s a softie and that’s that. Jean will do absolutely anything and everything that leaves your mouth. he doesn’t care if its 3 am if you want ice cream you will get it. Jean has his priorities straight and you’re on top of the list. he’ll run as many errands as much you want him to.
adopts pets with you, jean is really fond of animals, and if you are too that’s a win win. it doesnt matter to him if you’re a dog person or a cat person he’ll adopt any animal as long as it you guys’ sweet little baby. hell he’ll even buy a frog if you fancy one and call him ‘baby kirstien’. jean loves animals and adopting one with you is the best decision of his life
takes you on long drives like every other day. long drives with you and your guy’s adopted golden retriever ? yes anytime. he’ll drive for hours just listening to you talking while he has his free hand intwined with yours, occasionally pressing kisses on the back of your hand he’s holding
is def one of those people who start deep talking at night, gets so much into what he has envisioned his future with you, “i always have dreams, you me our dog and prolly our toddlers runnin’ around causin’ ruckus. wanna grow old with y'love.” gets SO sappy and gushes about how he can’t wait to wifey you up one day wrap a pretty ring around your finger and give you the life you truly deserve.
buys you cute little presents here and there, either he’s a broke college student or a well off business man, it’s a habit of jean. whenever he sees something on his way back home that reminds him of you he will buy it. he loves spoiling you, you’re his queen and he’d give you the stars and moon if you’d ask, small presents here and there are nothing but him appreciating you and thanking you for being the light in his life <3
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—levi
makes you coffee every morning before you wake up. you always wake up to your coffee in bed with your handsome boyfriend stroking your cheek lovingly with one hand while the other one holds his tea mug. no matter how old you guys grow, or how long you’ve been dating, levi will always make coffee for you before you wake up.
gets genuinely disgusted if you ever even think about paying when you guys go out for dates. deadass is so offended, will give you the nastiest glare if you even put your hand anywhere near your purse when the bill arrives, “oi, oi, oi what d'you think yer doing brat?” slaps your hand away. doesnt even lets you check the total amount.
gives you forehead kisses at the most random times, you’ll be working in the kitchen or working on some presentation and he’ll randomly appear pressing a chaste kiss on ur forehead and petting your head
has your period tracker downloaded on his phone, so he can prepare a few days before you start period. stacks the fridge with ice cream and juices. chocolates so many chocolates. literally gets everything you crave to everything you need like tampons pads and heating bottles. always is there for emotional support too.
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sunkissed-zegras · 7 days
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had another jump then fall thought
after adam and cece start dating (and maybe move in together???) i could totally see paloma walking into their room at night holding her fave stuffie with tears in her poor little eyes saying she cant sleep (especially after the court thing) she would just be so scared that ceces gonna disappear or shes gonna get taken away from them again poor girl is so little with so much anxiety
oh my god YES. anxiety is very much a part of paloma’s life after the whole court hearing. she never wants to be away from adam ever again and even the mere thought gives the poor girl nightmares 🥹🥹
after the hearing, even adam gets anxious about the whole thing and the only person who’s able to calm him is sweet cece (despite her own fears of paloma’s bio mom taking her again)
─ warnings sosososo much anxiety, exhaustion but fluffy (post pining) moments with cece/adam. also this was written on my phone so there may be errors LOL
─ wc 635
the clock on the bedside table flashed 3:12 am and both cece and adam were fast asleep in their warm bed. cece had a 10 am lecture while adam had practice the next morning, they both wanted to catch up on their sleep.
the door creaked open, revealing a very pouty and tired looking paloma. she began crying softly and cece began to stir before waking up and seeing the toddler at the door, barely being able to stand.
“dove?” cece’s hoarse and tired voice rang out in the room as she got out of bed and grabbed the little girl into her arms.
at cece’s now empty spot on the bed, adam stirred and eventually woke and let out a sigh. this had been a constant struggle with paloma since the hearing but he couldn’t hold it against her, she didn’t even know what was going on. he would be lying if he said he wasn’t exhausted, though.
adam rubbed his eyes and sat up, running a hand through his tousled hair as he watched cece comfort paloma. he knew that the past few weeks had been tough on all of them, especially on paloma. ever since the hearing, she had been more clingy than usual, sensing the tension in the air.
"another bad dream?" adam asked, his voice still thick with sleep as he glanced over at cece and paloma.
cece nodded, her own exhaustion evident in the lines of her face. "yeah. they're getting more frequent, adam. i'm getting a little worried."
adam sighed as he stayed silent for a moment before speaking up. "she's fine. it's normal for her to wanna sleep with us, she's a baby."
"adam," cece's voice was a little agitated as adam once again tried to ignore paloma's obvious separation anxiety. she knew he couldn't help it though.
adam felt a pang of guilt at cece's tone. he knew she was right, but he also struggled with seeing paloma upset and he didn't know how he'd cope if he found out there was something wrong. he ran a hand through his hair again, feeling the weight of exhaustion settling on his shoulders.
"i know, cee," adam said softly, reaching out to gently stroke paloma's hair as she nestled against cece. "i just hate seeing her like this, you know? It breaks my heart. and it's my fault, too-"
"don't you dare say that, adam." cece's voice was firm, cutting off adam's self-blame before it could fully take root. she reached out to grasp Adam's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "it isn't anyone's fault except her mother's, for making us all endure the shit she gave us."
adam's shoulders sagged with relief at Cece's words, grateful for her understanding. he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to paloma's forehead before resting his forehead against cece's.
"i know," Adam murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "i just... i want to do everything i can to protect her, you know? and when i see her like this... it's hard not to feel like i'm failing."
cece reached up, cupping Adam's cheek in her hand and guiding his gaze to meet hers. "you're not failing, adam. you're the best dad ever and paloma knows that. you can't control everything that happens no matter how hard you try, all you can do is just help her cope."
adam's eyes softened at her words, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over him. he leaned into her touch, savoring the warmth of her hand against his cheek.
"thank you, cece," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "i needed to hear that."
cece smiled softly, her eyes filled with warmth as she pressed a tender kiss to adam's lips. "of course, adam. we are in this together, remember? we'll figure it out."
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dunmeshi-darlings · 3 days
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omg yippee.
can I ask for you trying to wake Laios up after he falls asleep ontop of you? after like a long day of fighting shit. or something in that vein. he has big dog energy so I feel like its something he would do
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(anon i had to use this gif for it, it was to good to pass up lol)
Nobody has ever claimed that adventuring in the dungeon would be easy work, in fact its notorious for being extremely difficult the further and further down you go
So you can imagine after a particularly grueling fight against a monster, that after everyone has eaten they would all be beyond exhausted. So its safe to say that its immediately bed time after senshi finishes up cleaning and everything.
However to your surprise, Laios doesn't head to his sleeping bag and instead heads to you with yours. When you ask him why he responds "after the last fight it looks like my bag got damaged...plus yours is way comfier." he would say with a slight blush. And looking over at his bag you see it fully rolled out and several noticeable large gouges and burn marks on it, seems he wasnt kidding.
You sigh and say that its ok, motioning for him to lay down. You thank yourself for deciding to get the EXTRA large sleeping bag since you often roll around in your sleep. He smiles excitedly and thanks you and takes the leftover pillows and blanket he has and lays down beside you, of course even then you two are still laying next to each other and basically laying side by side.
You cant help but notice just how warm he is, You can feel the heat radiating off of his body and sure you are phsyically touching but even then you note just how warm his body is next to and laying beside you. Of course with how tired you as well as everyone else is, you dont think about this too long before immediately falling asleep.
You have some nightmares about being crushed by a trap in your sleep, however the cause of said nightmares is quickly apparent when you finally wake up and realize that laios is no longer laying next to you....no now he is currently laying on top of you, his large frame draped across your chest and stomach as he he snores happily, an obvious drool stain at the corner of his mouth.
You cant help but chuckle softly, its no wonder laios was sleeping so peacefully. He saved everyones hides during the fight and took some nasty hits, so he definitely has earned his rest...However as you try to slowly move him you realize something very quickly....Laios is VERY heavy.
You hadnt really thought about it at first, But laios Armor is made of incredibly durable (and heavy) plate and with how easily he is able to move around in it as well as carry his sword, Laios has built up quiet a bit of muscle on himself. Add this together with his already impressive height and you have a man who is heavy with more muscle than most people realize.
You regret not listening to namari's advice in regards to building up some muscle mass for yourself as you try to move laios off yourself gently, as adorable as he is sleeping you really need him to move and you dont want to shout to wake him up cause you would feel bad. You struggle, quietly grunting as you try to wiggle out from under him, stopping whenever his snoring stops, only to return to your fruitless wiggling.
While laios doesnt wake up, your wiggling and quiet grunting drew Chilchucks attention once he finally woke. He tiredly looked over at you as you simply whispered "help me" to which he sighs and stands up, taking sleepy steps towards you and laios as he starts repeatedly smacking laios in the face. "hey laios! wake up your crushing Y/N"
After a few smacks laios's eyes groggily open as he rolls off you, yawning loudly and stretching before looking down and realizing he was laying on top of you. He blushes and rubs the back of his head, saying he was sorry. "sorry, so used to sleeping with my dogs where we would all just lay on top of each other and fall asleep, my bad."
Now that you are free from your meaty blond haired prison, you cant help but laugh at the situation, this was definitely something everyone will be able to make jokes about from here on out.
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amomentsescape · 1 month
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hiii! so i just started a new job a couple weeks ago and its super physically demanding. when i get home my entire body hurts and since i currently have no money until i get paid i cant really eat on my lunch breaks (i also dont have anything i can bring from home). so i was just wondering if i could request headcanons of reboot jason with an s/o in this situation and how he might take care of them? (or if he would even care lol!)
Jason with Overworked! Reader
Reboot! Jason Voorhees x Reader
A/N: I'm sorry to hear how taxing your new job is. I hope you'll find some rest and stability soon!
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Jason has never had anyone to take care of before
But even then, he knows that what you're going through is painful
The way you practically drag yourself through the door
The pained smile you put on to try and convince him you're okay
The tense muscles he can feel when he hugs you
He absolutely hates it
He wishes you two could switch roles for a while
He'd happily take on the work if it meant you got some time to just sleep in and rest
But of course, this isn't possible
However, Jason would be damned if he just sat back and let this continue on
You came home like you do every day, dragging your feet and craving the simple moment when you could finally just sit for a bit
But when you walked through the door, you were met by the strong arms of Jason
He immediately led you towards the bathroom, not giving you any time to ask what was going on
And once you were there, you could feel your breath stop
The bathtub was filled with steaming water and fresh flower petals
There were a couple wax candles decorating the small table beside it
The room smelled of roses, and you could already feel your knees going weak at the sight
Without a single word, Jason was already helping you out of your dirty work clothes and leading you into the tub
The moment you were in, you could feel yourself literally melt
Jason sat beside you outside the tub, grabbing a cup to start pouring the warm water over your head
You were in that tub until the water went cold, relishing in everything Jason was doing
He helped wash your hair and your back
He used his rough hands to work out the knots in your shoulders and neck
And he just sat with you, listening to you talk about the day
And once you were done with your bath, he led you over to the kitchen
The small fridge that once was empty now had several containers inside
One was of your favorite meal for the night
And the rest were prepped for you to take to work
When you looked at Jason absolutely astounded, he just shrugged
You had no idea how he ever got this food, but it didn't even matter
Your eyes were already tearing up as you practically flung yourself at Jason
He knows how hard you have been working for this, and he wanted to show you just how proud he is of you
You definitely slept more peacefully that night than you had in ages
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mikalame · 8 months
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Hi! If it's fine can you make Tom x reader headcanons like few Tom as a best friend, then as a boyfriend, then fiancé, husband and father. It can include sfw and nsfw if you want to. I hope you understood what I tried to say. Love your works, thank you!!
taglist: @oppopotamus @violentnewmarley @saumspam
btw when i write i usally imagine readers in the band if you dont want that ask in requests lol
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Besfriend
You felt your eye close heavily as you sink further into the bus bed you and the band had finished another concert and sleepyness was takeing over all of you. just before you heard a whisper from underneath you. "Psst ___, you up still" it was tom, hearing your name woke you up instantly you push the curtain and looked down to see tom staring up at you "Yeah whats up" you whisper knowing if you two were to wake up bill you would be dead. "yeah i just cant sleep you you think i could... sleep next to you up there...." Tom says you could barely hear it but you nodded slowly
As you move the blanket to make space you start to blush and a smile creeps over your face. You quickly got rid of it when you felt tom haul himself up onto the bed. You wait for him to get comfortable then you shimmy down the blanket you face the wall with tom facing your back. Soon you felt sleepy enough and your eyes weighed down again just before you dozed off you felt arms wrap around you and pull you close you face goes bright red when he moved him face to be in the crook of your neck.
Boyfriend (this one is a bit longer than the last)
You and Tom have been dating for 3 years now and each anniversary have been amazing a beutiful you wondered where you two would be going for your next but tom desided to keep it a secret and not tell you. As you were getting ready tom walked in a told you dress warm, you wondered what that meant the butterflys in your stomach growing more and more as the time went on. Just before you two got there Tom had wrapped a eyemask over your face so you couldnt see where you were going. When you tom parked the car he lifted the mask off and you two saw where going.
An ice skating rink you had only been once before with the band so it would be there first time doing this just you two. You squealed excitedly and wrapped your arms around toms neck and he wrapped arms around your waist hugging you closely. As you two ran to get the shoes you saw that tom had booked the arena for just you two and everything was free (lol just imagine). You 2 grabbed the shoes, tom had decided to puts yours on for you, when you went on the ice you 2 were having such a great time.
Afew hours had gone by and you two were eating something they had on the menu, it was now time to exchange gifts you had been very existed about this as you had bought the hat he had been wanting for the past year. You had desided to go first and when tom opened the gift his eyes immediately lit up a joyful smile spread on his face as he thanked you immensely for.
When it came time for tom to gift you his he made you close your eyes when he told you to open you saw he was on one knee, you jaw dropped when you saw the ring in its box "___ will you make me the happiest girl and mar-" "YES OMG YES!!" you yell pulling him into a kiss before he could finish, i smile adored him face
Fiance (kinda short)
You had been planning the wedding for months now and today was the big day that you and tom were to go cake tasting. They handed you list of flavors you were to try tom quickly pointing at the lemon flavour as its his favourite. When you walked down the hall to where you would be tasting the cakes you were not prepared for how many you would be trying they had multiply rows of cake peices on plates lined up for you and tom.
When you two sat down you were given another sheet with the flavour marked down with a box for yes and no, signalling which ones you liked or not. When you guys hit the lemon flavour tom started to beg to have more making a very large tick next to it, you agreed and said it was very nice and felt 'fresh'. as you moved on none of the flavours sticking out to you like lemon did you did end up going with lemon in the end, tom was bursting at the seems on the way home calling the band and telling them how it was going to be lemon while driving.
Husband
You and tom just got back from your honeymoon after you unpacked all you belongings you sat down on the couch exhausted from unpacking and from the honeymoon with tom😉. Then it really dawns on you that your married, your actually married you look down at your engagement and wedding ring and giggled to yourself. The giggling seemed to have caught your husband's attention as he asked you.
"What's got you so giddy huh?" he questions with a smirk "it kinda just dawned on my properly that we're MARRIED like proper" you say snuggling into him feeling him arm wrap around you just like so many years ago "yeah i know must feel so amazing to be married to the Tom Kaulitz, but i feel ecstatic you know why" he says "why" you look up and him. he looks down at you and says "because im married to You" he kisses you gently on the lips after you two pull apart you both stay still just melting into each other being happy to finally be married after all those years.
i didnt do dad just because i wasnt sure on how to write and i felt like it might of gotten to long sorry anon but i hope you enjoyed it
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evanpeterswhoresblog · 9 months
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so, i was thinking about tate fitting into the yandere trope (more than he already does lol) and being extremely obsessed with reader and when he decides to tell her about his feelings she tells him she's already in love with someone else. tate doesn't accept that, cause if he cant have her, nobody else cant
oh, i had fun with this one. hope you like it :)
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His Obsession
Tate Langdon x f!reader
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warnings: murder, torture, hints of smut, hints of suicide, stalking, very bad obsession (as the title says lol), abusive relationship, manipulation, idk what else
summary: since the moment he saw you moving in, tate knew you were going to be his. no matter what.
word count: 2.5k
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Tate watches as you flip through the pages of your magazine. You’re lying on your bed, music blasting in your ears. Even if he was visible to you, he doubts you’d even know he’s there. You’re too busy looking at pictures of clothes and celebrities. You hum along to the song playing, your voice soft like velvet. What once made his invisible heart race now makes him sick. He feels a tear roll down his cheek as he watches you. How can you be so content? How?
He’s been watching you for months, half of it without your knowledge. He knew the second he saw you moving in with your family he needed to have you. He remembers watching you unpack boxes, making what used to be his room now yours. Within the first week of you being there, he warned every other ghost in the house to stay away. You are his, only his.
The first time he revealed himself to you, he pretended to be the boy next door. He remembers the look on your face as if it were yesterday. You stared at him with a look that made him almost feel as though he were alive again. It was like heaven. You let him hang out with you in your room, the connection between the two of you forming immediately. He remembers how easily you opened up to him, and how within only a week you wanted to be his friend. It went just as he planned.
On Halloween he took you out to the beach, it was the best night of his life. He often thinks back to how that night went. The sound of the waves crashing on the shore as you opened your legs for him for the first time. You were so willing, it almost made him angry. But he knew it must’ve been hard to resist him for that month before Halloween, so he gave you a pass on it.
He remembers everything about that night. The way you told him he was the sweetest boy you’ve ever met, the way you looked at him as though he was the only boy in the world. Even though he was the one who kissed you, you didn’t object for one second. In fact, you were the one who laid back on the towel and started to slide your pants off. He remembers how gentle he was with you, how he almost let it slip that he was in love with you. The way you made him feel that night was a feeling he never felt before in life or death. You were so warm, so tight. He could barely contain himself. It was everything he had dreamed of and more.
After that night, his obsession only grew. Suddenly, almost every time the two of you saw each other, you had sex. He thought you were in love with him too, so he let it happen. At least, that’s what he tells himself. Each time you came on to him, he felt like he was floating. You wanted him. You wanted him to do things to you that were special, that made two people as close as they could be. It felt like an honor.
“Oh Tate,” you’d moan. “You’re perfect.”
He would look at you, no matter what position, and think about how lucky he was to be with you. You were the girl of his dreams, his obsessions. He loved you more than anyone. If he could, he would die for you, he would kill for you. Both without a second thought. Even now, he still would.
Right now, he wipes the tear that fell down his cheek and reveals himself. He walks over to you, tapping you lightly. You flinch, but once you realize it’s him you smile and take off your headphones, patting the spot next to you on the bed for him to lay.
“Have you been here long?” You ask.
Tate shakes his head and gets onto your bed. “No, not really.”
“Oh, that’s good. All I’ve done today is be lazy. I actually thought about calling you but then my mom gave me this to read,” you say. You turn your head and he watches as you really look at his face. “Were you crying?”
“No, just allergies,” he lies.
“Are you sure?”
He nods. “I uh just came here to talk about what you said last time we saw each other.”
“Yeah...” you say, your smile disappearing. “I’m really sorry for that, I just thought you should know about him.”
“Who is he?” Tate asks. He doesn’t know whether he wants to cry or kill somebody. Perhaps he wants both.
“Just a guy from one of my classes. I don’t really know how it happened, we just clicked. Don’t think this means I don’t want to stop talking though Tate, of course I still want to see you. I just think we should strictly only be friends, nothing like what we were doing,” you answer.
Tate scoffs. “What we were? I thought we were in love, I thought you were my girlfriend. You told me you loved me.”
“And I do love you Tate, just not in the way you love me. You’re like my best friend, of course I have love for you,” you reply, only making the anger build inside him.
“You don’t hook up with your best friend,” he says. He stands up, his anger taking control. He runs his hands through his hair, he needs to calm down. “You told me you needed me. You told me I was your perfect boy. How is that friendly?”
You sit up, looking ashamed. “I don’t know. Maybe I thought I was in love with you but then I met Jake.”
Tate takes a deep breath before climbing back on the bed and taking your hands in his. You look him in the eye, guilt all over your face. He can’t help but want to kiss you. He wants all of this to be some sick joke, he wants you to take it back. How could you have him convinced the two of you were in love for months then one day say that’s never what it was? How could a person do that? More specifically though, how could you do that to him?
“I’m sorry Tate,” you mumble. “I never wanted to hurt you.”
“So, take it back y/n, forget about this guy and stay with me. I want you to be mine, forever, I can’t ever just be your friend,” he replies.
You shake your head, tears forming in your eyes. “That can’t happen, it would never work out.”
“Yes, it would. Y/n, I will never let anyone, or anything hurt you, I’ll love you till the end of time I swear,” he argues. He lifts one of his hands and gently wipes a tear from your face. “Please.”
“Tate...” you whisper.
He doesn’t think before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. He needs this, even if it’s the last time it ever happens. It’s no surprise that you don’t push him away, he knows you can’t help yourself either. Your lips move slowly against his. Both of you are crying now, your tears mix. But after only a few minutes he pulls away.
“You want me too, you know you do deep down,” he mumbles.
“It wouldn’t work, we’re not a good fit.”
“Your mind has been poisoned by that other guy; did you tell him about me?”
You nod.
“He just wants to turn you against me, he’s jealous of what we have,” Tate whispers.
His eyes are soft, tears still streaming down his face. He almost lets out a sob when you reach out and touch his face. Your sweet hands could never hurt a fly. He wraps his arms around you and pulls your body against his in a hug. It’s comforting, he loves how warm you are. He can hear your heart beat, it’s beautiful. He lies the two of you back down on the bed, his head resting on your chest.
“I can’t keep fighting without you,” he says.
“I know,” you reply. You move your fingers through his blond curls, he feels at peace.
“You make the bad thoughts go away, you make me feel normal,” he continues in a soft tone. “If you leave me, I don’t know what I’ll do.”
He looks up at you and sees how hard you’re trying not to cry. It pains him. He moves on top of you, his face hovering over yours. Your eyes are full of so many emotions, Tate can’t read them all. He leans down once again and kisses you. There are so many emotions flowing through the both of you and they all come out in this kiss. But this time, it becomes more than just a kiss.
Soon enough the two of you are doing what you do best, and even though he’s hurt Tate still can’t get enough of it. He slides inside of you gently, just like the first time. You drag your fingernails across his back, your head thrown back. Tate loves the expressions that form on your face, so fucking pretty.
He leans his head down so his lips are right next to your ear and whispers under his breath, “No one will ever make you feel as good as this, never.”
You don’t reply.
~~~
The first day you bring that guy over Tate watches darkly from the shadows. He hears what you say to him, the same things you used to say when the two of you were together. It makes him sick. He thought you changed your mind, but the day after everything went down you went back to your previous choice. You want Jake, not Tate. But he’s not going to let that happen.
When he goes to use the bathroom Tate strikes. He knocks him out with one swift blow to the head and drags his body down the stairs and into the basement. He ties him up in a chair and takes his phone, quickly texting you saying he had to go home early. Tate knows you won’t go down into the basement; it’s always scared you. He’s glad.
The guy, Jake, wakes up after ten minutes. He starts screaming, but his mouth is duct taped shut. He wiggles in the chair, it amuses Tate. He moves so fast the chair almost falls over, that’s when Tate emerges from the shadows. Jake stares at him, his eyes wide.
“I bet you’re wondering why you’re here right now,” Tate starts, Jake tries to rip out of the duct tape. “I can understand wanting her, I want her too. She’s the prettiest, sweetest, most wonderful girl I think either of us will ever know.”
He walks close to Jake, his dark eyes locked on him. “Only one of us can have her though and it’s going to be me. You see, once she starts to realize you aren’t returning her calls anymore, she’s going to be upset, and she’ll run back to me so fast you’ll just be a bad memory.”
Jake squirms in the chair as Tate walks back into the darkness. He returns within seconds though, a bloody stained hammer in his hand. The boy in the chair screams into the duct tape, it almost makes Tate smile. He walks to him again, stopping only a foot away.
“She’s mine, and you’re going to die with that thought in your head.”
With that, Tate starts to smash the hammer into the other boy's head, the sound of his skull cracking like music to his ears. He doesn’t go too hard though, no. He wants him to suffer. He smashes his kneecaps, his elbows, all while the poor boy is still alive. But when he gets too close to being dead Tate stops and drags his body outside, being careful so you won’t see. He throws the boy's body over the fence into Constance's yard, his spirit won’t even be able to reach you.
After he’s done, he cleans himself up and returns into the house, a smirk on his lips. You’re his again, he knows it.
~~~
“Tate, can I ask you something,” you speak.
The two of you are in your bed again, you’re lying on his chest. It’s been a week since he killed your boyfriend, and so far, he thinks he’s gotten away with it. The boy’s face was too mutilated to identify at first sight, and besides that Tate hasn’t heard his identification on the news or from you. He thinks it may be his perfect crime.
“Anything,” he says after a few seconds.
You sit up, covering your chest with the blanket. You look nervous. “Um, I know this may sound crazy but, did you kill Jake?”
“What?” Tate replies. How did you find out?
“That body in Constance’s yard, it was Jake,” you answer.
“Why would you assume it was me? Of course, I didn’t kill him that would be crazy,” he lies, pretending to be offended at your accusation.
“You were the only one who had a problem with him Tate, and you live right near my house. Listen I won’t- I won’t turn you in just tell me the truth,” you explain.
Tate sits up too and looks you in the eye. “Why does it matter? You’re back with me y/n, and since he’s been gone there haven’t been any issues between us. I thought you were happy.”
You scoff and get out of bed. “Tate you killed an innocent boy!”
“So what? We are happier without him; we are happier together. Whether I killed him or not those are the facts.”
“Are you serious?” You ask, a horrified expression on your face. “Did you do this so I would fuck you again?”
“No!” he exclaims, getting out of bed on the other side. “I did it so we could be together, I did it because I love you y/n. I love you way more than that jerk ever could.”
You pull on a t-shirt and underwear before heading toward the door. “This can’t be happening.”
Tate quickly pulls on his boxers and follows you. You’re about to open the door but he slams it shut with his hand. He towers over you from behind. He can see your hands are shaking, you’re afraid of him. He can’t have that.
“I’m not going to hurt you y/n, I would never hurt you,” he says softly.
“You’re a killer.”
“You love me, and deep down you’ve known what I’m capable of.”
You begin to cry. “How could I have been so stupid?”
“You aren’t stupid,” he tries to comfort you. He wraps his arms around your torso in a tight hug.
“Yes, I am, I fell in love with a monster,” you mumble.
Tate holds you close, his lips kissing the top of your head. It’s all coming together, he thinks. He knows you’re going to kill yourself soon, you can’t handle this. Once you’re dead he’ll finally be able to tell you the truth of this house. But by then you won’t be able to get out.
If he can’t have you, no one else will.
~~
a/n:
why did i just realize this can kinda be a prequel to a cruel punishment???
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Santiago Garcia X fem!Reader X William Miller
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Summary: You spend some time with just Santi and Will and like after cup of coffee on a sleepy morning, you, Santi and Will feel more awake than ever.
Warnings and content: threesome, piv sex, blowjob, oral f and m receiving, 69, upside down sloppy blowjob, degradation, praise, self slut shaming for realsies, lots of talking and aftercare, Santi being a switch lol, why do I talk about cum so much etc, THIS WASN'T EVEN GONNA BE GAY WHEN I FIRST STARTED THE SERIES BUT I CANT STOP!!! THE BISEXUAL GODS TOOK CONTROL!!! Romance?? brewing??? We'll see. Where are benny and frankie? not talking rn sadly :( dont worry they’re next. you know i love my FishBen
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You never felt safer than in your husband's arms. No matter the dirty things he called you, no matter the impact play, and no matter the vulnerable positions he put your body in with him or his friends, you trusted him completely to protect you, to keep you safe. You could communicate your needs, wants and concerns, and you’d like to think you extended the same courtesy to him. Santiago always protected you, inside and outside of the bedroom, he protected your body and your spirit, and in his arms, you were safe.
Even as you stood naked with Will Miller in front of you, stroking himself as he watched Santi’s hands roam all over you.
“Isn’t she pretty, Will?” Santi spoke into your ear, showing you off. Santi had slowly stripped you naked in front of Will, describing in detail the features of your body as if you were a car he was bragging about. Despite the feminist in you, you loved when Santi objectified you in bed; because it was only ever in bed. In the rest of your life together, he treated you like someone to be worshiped. Right now, however, he treated you as a toy to be played with, and you loved every second.
And now, here you stood as Santi felt you up, playing with your body like it existed solely for his hands to touch, grabbing and squeezing and slapping.
Will, however, looked at you with a reverence, adoration, like he was just blessed to be in your presence. “Fucking beautiful.” 
“You wanna touch her, Will? She’ll let you. Dirty little whore just wants to be touched, doesn’t matter by who.” Santi shoves you forward and you stumble the two feet into Will’s strong arms where he catches you. Will’s body is broad and warm, firm against you but comforting. He wraps his arms around you, turning you back to Santi and one arm wrapped tight around your waist, his other hand trailing fingers down your sides.
“No, nooo” Will coo’s, kissing your neck. “She’s just a good girl, she just wants to behave, she just want to make us happy” Less harsh than Santi, he pushes you back into your husbands arms.
“She wants to get filled up, Will. Wants to have us in all her holes, she just wants to cum again, and again, and again.” You were tossed back to Will.
“That’s not true, is it baby?” Will’s words flutter in hot breaths against your ear, the contrast between the two becoming dizzying. “You want to make us happy, you want to be a good wife, good wives get shared.” 
You assume you’re in Santi’s grasp now, but you can hardly tell anymore by the way they toss your body like a ball back and forth between them, Santi continuing to call you a myriad of names and groping you, whereas Will praised you and caressed your body; it was dizzying, the back and forth, back and forth, degradation and praise, slaps and soothing touches.
Once again in Will’s hold, he tells your you’re doing so good, how good girls get to cum, how they’ll make sure everything is taken care of as long as you do as you’re told, before you finally land with Santiago again, a strong arm snaking up to hold your throat with his other hand tightly gripped your hands behind your back, prominently displaying your whole chest, primarily your breasts, to Will.
“She’s just a slut, Ironhead, see? She’s wetter than the ocean, it’s fucking dripping down her legs and all we’ve done is toy with her like a little doll.” Santi turned his attention to you, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. “Is that what you are, baby? Our little fuck doll to play with whenever we want? Our little free-use toy?”
You nod frantically, you want to be his doll, you want to be his toy, and you wanted him to share his toys.
“Lucky for Will, I was taught how to share.” Santi looked back to his friend. “Wanna play with her?”
Without so much as a reply, Will was all up on you, his bare chest to yours, keeping you pressed between his and Santiago’s bodies, sandwiched between the two men you loved most on this planet. You adored your husband with everything in you and sex with just him fulfill every need and desire you could have with one person, and sex with all the boys together was hot, adventurous, sexy and loving, but there was something special with Santi and Will together, a chemistry in the air and a magic in the way they worked together. Will’s mouth was breathy, kissing your lips but quickly continuing on to touch all the skin exposed; down the neck, groping and licking and sucking softly against your skin, careful not to leave marks per Santiago’s request. As his arms wrapped around you, his fingers wedged between you and where Santi was pressed up against you, and Santi’s hands slipped between your legs, gathering up the slick before rubbing on your clit teasingly slow, matching his slow kisses on your neck.
You could feel Will’s fingers fidgeting between yours and Santi’s skin, and you held your breath, wondering if, just maybe, something would…
Santi inhaled the smell of your shampoo as he buried his face in your hair. He loved this, he loved you, he loved Wi- he loved his friends, he corrected himself, and he loved sharing you. There was something special about just sharing you with Will, however. Frankie and Ben absolutely showered you in the praise and affection, they were nothing but respectful to you, men he trusted you with completely, but William John Miller worshiped you. He’s seen it in his eyes for years as you got to know his friends, the way Will’s eyes would follow you, then quickly look away for fear of being caught, the shame in his face when he looked to long or at your breasts or ass, the way that Santi could feel him pushing down his desire for you because friends don’t want their friends girlfriend, fiance, wife… Except Santi wanted him to, and seeing Will treat you with the reverence you deserved, the reverence he hoped he too showered you in… well that was as much a turn on as anything.
Feeling Will’s rough hands between your bodies as Santi kissed into you, tasting your skin as Will moved his way back up from your breasts, Will’s fingers, moving, inching… 
You feel Will’s hand stray from the small of your back and move to grip Santi’s hip and your breath hitches as Will comes face to face with Santi and for a moment, you wonder what will happen… since when was Will gay? Well, you supposed you could ask that about most of them…
You held your breath, and in the end it was Santi who kissed Will, right in front of where you had turned. Their mouths mouths melded together and when you moan at the sight, both of their attention turns to you, and your are sucked into the flurry of tongues and lips and spit, kissing, licking and sucking with such desperation, that all you could register with a sloppy mess of wet skin; but it didn’t matter whose tongue was in your mouth, whose hands slid between your legs, and whose lips you bit, because they were both your boys, and you were their girl… and they were each others.
Predictably, Will breaks the make out session to drop to his knees before you, hiking one leg over his vast shoulder to give him access, where he watches in awe at how wet you were. “You’re right, Pope,” Will spoke hungrily as he licked his lips. “She’s dripping”
Gripping Will's blonde hair, Santi leaned around you to watch Will get to work, Santi pulled Will’s head to your inner thighs. “Clean her up, then, Ironhead.”
You whimper, watching Will as Santi slowly pulled him up to your folds, cleaning you of your slick before Santiago shoved his head between your legs and Will was able to do what he did best; give you all the pleasure you could take from his mouth. As you begin panting, your right leg begins to weaken from holding all your body weight, and you tremble from the pressure building up in your lower stomach so Santi let go of his control on Will to help hold you up. Will was, as they say, tongue fucking you. Santi was amazing at eating you out, he could make you cum again and again and again, but Will? Will was a pussy eating champ.
“Fuck, FUCK fucking hell, Will” You pant heavily.
Santiago kissed your neck. “You like that, baby? You like when Will suffocats himself between your legs”
“Uh-uh-uhuh” You try to answer, and you know damn well Santi isn’t going to let that go, he really likes you too-
“Use your words, hermosa” Santi’s voice, low in your ear.
“Yes, god yes, fucking love your face in pussy Will.”
“What do you say to Will?” 
“T-thank you, Will”
You were getting close, Will devouring you ravenously and Santi’s hands holding you up and playing with your nipples. Then, you feel Will’s hand shift and Santi’s breath hitches, and from the repetitive movement you felt on your skin, you realize Will has begun jerking off Santi from between your legs.
Will comes out and looks at Santi “This okay?”
Santi nods frantically. “Y-es, yes, don’t stop.”
“What do you say?” Will teased his friend.
Santi was unable to correctly form words, the heat of the moment clouding his brain, but he had enough forethought to wrap his hand around you to play with your clit. “Mmmmhm” Was all he could reply.
You continue teasing him, mirroring his previous words back to him. “Use your words, Santiago?”
“Thank you, Will”
Smiling, Will went back to work on you and Sant, Santi sucking into your neck with a fever that you knew signaled he was close, just like you, so you reach back your hand and entangle it in Santiago’s dark curls tugging about, everything growing hot the pressure in your stomach rising, rising, rising-
Will pulls away from you, and wraps his hand tightly at the base of Santi’s cock, effectively stopping both of your orgasms.
“Fuck!” You whine, slumping against your husband.
“God dammit, Ironhead!” Santi shouted, but Will’s wet face only grinned. “That’s what you get for trying to run this show, Pope.”
You grumble. “What did I do?”
Will kisses your puffy pussy, smiling up at you. “I know, princess, you’re being so good. You’re just collateral.” He scoops you up over his shoulder as he stands, making you squeal, and pats your thigh. “Santi, lie down on the bed.” and started walking around the bed with you in tow
Santi considers the path this has taken, and where this might go. He liked what he had with Will, this little power play, and plotted his next move. Go with it, or see how he reacts if he doesn’t? But when Will looked behind him and saw Santi hadn’t obeyed, he raised and eyebrow at him, and Santi promptly scrambled onto the bed.
“Now, you’re gonna make her cum on your face, and then I’ll let you come.”
Santi laughed at that, like a fucking brat. “Oh yeah, how you gonna do that, you gay now too?”
“Relax, Santi” He began to set you on top of him. “This ain’t the first dick I’ve sucked.”
With your legs spread over Santi, you lowered yourself onto Santi’s waiting mouth as Will situated himself over Santi. You brace yourself on Santi’s firm chest as he quickly licks into you, rocking yourself over his face as you lock eyes with Will.
“He feel good, Princess?” Will rubbed Santi’s thighs.
“So good, Will”
He spit into his fist, jerking off Santi (which made Santi’s grip on your hips tighten).“Want to watch me suck off your husband?”
“Yes” you whine “Will, please, wanna see him in your mouth, bet you look so good like that.”
“Oh, I know I do” With that, Will expertly sunk his mouth over Santi’s length, Santi groaning loudly into your dripping cunt.
“Oh FUCK, fuck Will, he likes that, he likes that a lot”
You watch the scene before you, content to sit pretty on Santi’s face and watch Will pleasure him with the same enthusiasm he ate you out with; William Miller, it seems, loved to give pleasure. You knew Santiago was in fucking heaven, happy to lick and suck away, wanting to bring you your orgasm you were denied, and god, it was coming.
“Fuck, Fuck Santi, baby, I’m close, don’t stop, making me feel so- AH!” You shout as you finally cum, pleasure ripping through you in warm waved as you road it out on his face.
Will looked up, still stroking Santi “Good job princess, I told you good girls get to come, keep fucking his face, get it all out, oh look at you, looking for pretty after being denied… Santi, you can-”
But Santi wasn’t ready to give up all his power. One hand he pushed Will down to his balls, and the other pulled you to suck his cock, your pussy doing fuck all to muffle the loud groan from him, nor the cry from his mouth as he came into yours.
When he was finished, you giggle and collapse onto the mattress, propping your legs over Santi. “Boys, that was incredible.”
Santi rubbed your legs. “You good to keep going, baby?”
Will laid down beside you.
You smile, replying “Can we take a breath first?”
“Absolutly, sweetheart” Will brushed the sweaty hair out of your face. 
“You guys stay there” Santi got up and went to the living room.
Will teased. “Yes sir”
While Santi braided your hair out of your face, Santi you and Will checked in about what happened. Will and Santi confirming that yes, they were more than okay with being with each other sexually, and you confirming that you were okay sharing both, even though the original intention had been them focusing on you. After water and some fruit snacks, Santi got you situated in your next position; head hanging off the bed as Will fucked your throat and Santi fucked your pussy.
Will marveled at the way your throat opened to him, the way his cock bulged with every thrust. “Jesus christ, baby…”
Santi pounded into you, his thick cock stretching you open. “Isn’t she something? Told you she was a slut for cock”
Gently, Will caressed your cheek. “Maybe you’re right, she’s a good little slut” He pulls out for a moment. “Are you a good little slut, princess?”
Gasping for air, you reply as Will daps your face clean from drool with the towel. “Yes, I’m a good cock slut.”
“I know you are” Will plunges back into you, looking up at a grinning Santi
Santi continues fucking you, hands moving up and down the expanse of your body, smiling back at Will, this all just felt so damn right. You felt completely full, satiated, with Will and Santi’s hands on your body, toying with it, seeing what what the pretties moans, and what combinations made you body jolt, and before you knew it, while Santi played with your clit and Will played with both nipples, you came once again.
“Oh fuck, are you coming princess? Already?” Will watches your limbs shake, pulling out of you and pushing you back a bit on the bed to allow you your orgasm in comfort.
“Just like like that baby, juuuust like that, look at you, coming on my cock, Will’s right, you’re such a good girl, such a fucking g-good girl, FUCK!” Santi’s thrusts became erratic but hard, the slap of skin loud as he unloaded his cum into you. “You’re fucking perfect, hermosa, perfecta chica.”
Santi folded himself onto you, fingers trailing up your sides and over your spread out arms where his hands held yours. “What do you think, got one more in you? Gonna let Will finally feel what it’s like inside you? How tight you squeeze when you cum?”
“Please, please baby, want Will to cum inside me, I need it”
“You heard the lady” Will playfully pushed a smiling Santi aside and settled between your legs, eyeing your puffy pussy dripping with Santi’s cum. “Oh, sweet little thing…” He murmurs, mesmerized by the sight before him. “Can you even take it? Hm? I don’t know if you’re fucked out little hole can take another round…” He was mostly playing with you, but he also genuinely wanted to offer you a chance to back out if needed; he never wanted to hurt you. 
“Will please, please Will, I can’t take it, I need to know what you feel like…”
Santi was laid beside you on his stomach nuzzling contently into you sweaty skin and Will was absolutely peaking at his naked ass when Santi spoke up, voice soft. “She ever tell you she has sex dreams about you? Used to hear her moaning your name in her sleep…”
Will leaned over to smack Santi’s asscheek. “You gonna help me make her feel good, Pope?”
Cupping a breast with right hand and kissing the soft skin of your stomach, Santiago affirms. “I’ll always make her feel good.”
“I know you will, baby” The pet name Will spoke to Santi took all of them by surprise, but that was quickly erased by their grins as you moaned, Will stretching you open again. Will wasn’t as big as Santi, but he was impossibly thick.
“Fucking hell, you’re tight” He massages your thighs, relaxing you.
You feel you eyes roll back as he bottoms out and begins fucking you, a steady pace that makes your tits bounce until Santi’s hand and mouth take them sucking and playing with the peaks.
“You dreamed of me, princess?” Will sped up his movements.
“Y-yes, yes Will, wanted you for so long”
“In your dreams, did I fuck you like this?”
“This is better, so much better” You’re panting again, the combination of theirhands and cock making you unable to focus, fuck they felt good together. You wrap your arms around Santiago to stabilize you, and he kisses his way up your chest to your neck
“In your dreams, did I suck your husband's cock?”
Of all the times to cum, this was certainly something. With a death grip on Santi’s sweaty, firm shoulders you came with a start, your body jolting in the grasp of the two men, Santi whispering sweet praises in your ears and Will pinning your hips to the mattress in his large hands as he pulls out of you, marking both your stomach and Santi’s back in his cum. You are two busy riding out your orgasm to think much on it, Santi slipping his fingers inside you to replace Will’s dick to pump out the last bits of your pressure he can get and to scoop up and push his cum back inside you. 
After it all subsides, and you register Santi is still telling you how much he loves you, the heat of sex begins to cool down, leaving the damp sheen of sweat and you shiver slightly.
“Oh sweetheart, let me get you cleaned up, then we can rest, okay?” Santi kisses you, and you wonder how he doesn’t find you disgusting, sweaty and full of bodily fluids from yourself, him and another man. Was he really okay with sharing you like this? For the first time, little seeds of doubt spread in your head. Did he think less of you, now that multiple men had been inside you in a variety of ways? Did he mean it when he called you a slut?
You realize you can’t see Will. “Mhm. Where’s Will?”
“I’m right here, princess, got a bath going for you” Will walked in wearing his boxers again.
You smile as you focus on the tall blonde in front of you. Amazing, you think, they somehow know exactly what you need. 
Will used a baby wipe that Santi had in the box he had from the group sex and cleaned Santi’s back of his cum, gently kissing Santi’s neck, making the man smile, then picked you up bridal style to carry you into the steamy hot tub, Santi trailing after you, pulling up his sweats.
“I’ll give you guys a minute, make something to drink” Will leaves you two alone as husband and wife.
“How do you feel, princesa?” Santi spoke softly as he began cleaning you.
You smile dopily up at him. “I feel great, sweetheart. But I think Princess is Will’s name for me, now”
“You’re right, you’re right. Guess I’ll have to stick with carino” he kisses your temple. “Muneca” he kisses your neck. “El amor de mi vida” Your nose
You giggle at that. “Somehow, I think you’ll manage”
Taking out your hair tie of one of the two braids, Santi continues. “Are you sure everything is okay? You seemed a little distant after you came down from your last orgasm.”
You make eye contact with him, and know you could leave it, Santi wouldn’t push the subject for now, and you could avoid it, pushing your feelings down and deal with it later, or never… but you trusted Santi, and Santi trusted you to be honest, you couldn’t break his trust any more than he could break yours, the whole thing would fall apart. You could ask him if you could talk later, if you weren’t ready… but you decided to be honest. His face already betrayed that he knew your extended silence was hiding something.
You answer him honestly. “”You don’t actually think I’m a slut, do you?”
Horror spreads across Santi’s face, even as he tries to school his expressions to not create a big reaction. He knew it was important to make sure you felt safe speaking to him, especially because you tended to enjoy rougher sex, but he couldn’t help immediately feelings bad for letting you feel this way, even for a second. Santi wasn’t exactly a hugger; he was touchy, for sure, but not a big hug person. Right now, however, with his eyes wide in horror, he hugged you.
“Oh baby, my sweet girl, no, no absolutely not” 
You tear up a little bit, the high of emotions surrounding everything getting you to. “Really, because I’ve just fucked your friends multiple times”
“Well so did I!” Santi says, a slight joke in his tone but sincerity none the less.
You giggle in his arms at that. “Fair point”
Santi pulls back, smiling fondly at you, thumbing away the single tear. “Oh sweetheart, did you do anything today or in all this that you didn’t want to do? Or didn’t love, even? Anything with me sharing you, or me with Ben or Will?” he says with worry.
Shaking your head, you quickly reassure him. “No, Santi, I wanted it all”
His arms were still around you. “Do you want me to stop degrading you in bed? We can stop, around the guys, when it’s just us, all of it. I’ll never call you another name again.”
“No!” You say a little too fast, making Santi smile. “No, sweetie, I like that. It’s just, it’s just been a lot of emotions. A lot has been happening with everyone.”
“I know this has probably been a lot for you too, I know it has for me, discovering new parts of ourselves” He takes your face in his hands. “I know things are changing, right now, everyone's relationships and dynamics and… it’s a lot, but no matter what else happens, know that I am yours and you are mine, and nothing will change that.”
Full content and relaxed, you kiss his perfect nose. “Thank you, baby. I am yours and you are mine”
When Will came back with some iced tea lemonades, he sat on the opposite side of the bath and watched fondly as Santi took care of you.
You had asked Will to stay the night, and after the bath you found yourself cuddled up under the sheets between your boys.
“Are we going to talk about what happened?” You say, referencing not only Will and Santi’s sexual acts, but the clear dynamic change that had been occurring between the three of you.
Will answered. “That can wait until tomorrow”
“You sure we’ll actually talk about it?” Santi countered, a little nervous. “I don’t want us to end up like whatever the fuck is going on with Ben and Fish”
“They didn’t end up like anything” Will defended his brother and his friend. “They’ll figure it out, so will we”
“Yeah” you say, stifled by a yawn. “We’ll figure it out tomorrow” You wrap your arm around Santi, spooning your husband.
Santi curls into you. “Yeah, tomorrow”
“Tomorrow” Will confirms, wrapping his arm around you. “We’ll all figure it out.”
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powderseas · 1 month
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side order is here!!! its real!!! yippee
what do you think of it so far?
ok so im just gonna spit out all my side order thoughts so far
SPOILERS FOR SIDE ORDER AHEAD!!!!!!
EDIT: I ACTUALLY FINISHED THE GAME WOOO (just one run tho lol) im gonna write my thoughts under the previous stuff
OK SO. i think im a little..? dissapointed..? abt sider order?? like im kinda conflicted abt the lore, also i suck BALLS at the game
the thing is i have done 5 runs so far AND COULDNT GET A SINGLE WIN. the most i can do is up to floor 20.... im literally so bad at this game I ONCE DIED 2 TIMES IN AN EASY LEVEL. im newgen guys.
maybe im not fit for rougelike games but like... idk. i feel like me and the fandom as a whole expected so much more from side order. i feel like if the game is gonna make you replay the same stuff over and over again it should atleast have a SOUL CRUSHING LITERARY MASTERPIECE TYPE OF LORE like OE and Alterna
AND CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW DIRTY THEY DID FOUR???? literally called them an irrelavent loser and then sweeped them aside... THEY DONT EVEN HAVE A PALETTE ICON???? theyre not even a secret boss smh.... agent 4 had so much potential I WILL NEVER FORGIVE NINTENDO FOR THIS. and like sure the parallel canon level kind of includes four but that thing is literally an npc??? like imagine what they couldve done with the story if they had included four in it:
when four is left out from the squidbeak splatoon they try to prove themselves by siding with marina with her project. it makes perfect sense. marina and four are both scared of being seperated by their loved ones. but four gets consumed by their anger and jealousy and goes full order mode LIKE DO YOU GUYS SEE MY VISION!!!! i will be forever mad that we didnt get this.
also why is murch out of all the chracters have a pallete??? why didnt they put in captain 3 or something????? sheldon i kinda understand since hes also kinda a part of the squidbeak splatoon BUT MURCH??? get the fuck out!!!
negative stuff aside tho. i love pearl and marina so much. THIS IS THE PEARLINA GAME GUYS!!!!! pearl literally mentions that marina and her sleep in the SAME BED???? marina is so autistic. my little autism creature. SHE MAKES DINO ARMS IN THE ENDING SCENE AUGHHHHHGHHH MY HEARTTT i love marina so much AND PEARL. SUCH A SILLY GOOBER. acht is so precious too... BUT I CNAT BELIEVE THAT THEY MADE THEM WHITE*??? ACHT IS NOT WHITE NINTENDO. anyways i love eight and her little found family full of lesbians. they are all lesbians your honor. we are raising lesbians in this house.
so yeah. i hope i can finish the run atleast ONCE. but like. idk i havent finished the game but side order jsut makes me feel. sad... and lonely...?? unlike octo expension where you could see more and more people using the metros and the chatrooms between marina and pearl are just AUUGGHHH OE IS A GAME. ABOUT CONNECTIONS OK. it makes me feel warm and happy and even though eight became traumatized i like to think that she healed and in the process met so many important people in her life.
in side order i dont see anything in eight*??? is she traumatized??? is she vibing??? is she happy to help??? I LITERALLY CANT TELL. side order makes me feel so cold and empty like do you guys understand what i mean. and its probably becasue it doesnt even take place in the real world. and the thing is. i understand that side order is supposed to be everything that OE couldnt be. i understand that. both games have their own quirks BUT. i just cant seem to make myself love it unlike any other story mode in splatoon...... im really trying to be not biased here but yeah. these are my opinions for side order
AFTER GAME THOUGHTS
HELLO. so yes i somehow managed to win the game. and honestly. the final boss was pretty fun and everyone was so cute at the end omg... but i still think that side order is a bit underdevloped.... i dont even know if ill try to %100 is cuz playing it makes me SO STRESSFUL im glad i get to finish a run BUT i will definetly not be touching side order atleast for a while.... but despite i had plenty of stuff i didnt like in side order the ending managed to make me forget all that haha
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mysicklove · 9 months
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not sure if you are interested in mha any more since you haven't posted it in a while now so feel free to ignore this if anything but!
Cant help but think about deku. once you take him inside you,you just don't move at all and his trying everything to get you to move. he manages to thrust up a few times but doesn't get a reaction from you after a while( lol like 7 minutes my boy is needy) he just starts crying and begs you to do something to him anything!he's so hard by now it hurts.
This is my first time interacting with your page like this so I hope I don't make a bad impression really love your writing!!
i love mha still and i’ll def still write about it :) but recently, i’ve been obsessing over other fandoms lol. and don’t stress def not a bad impression!! i follow your account and am excited to see when you post!
he’d be so cute like this under you, his legs trembling and face flushed. you can hear the rhythmic tapping of his foot against the floor as he tries to distract himself from moving his hips too much. “please?”
you kiss at him neck and he whimpers with closed eyes. you murmur, “such needy boy.” into his neck and he grips at your hips with a plead
“i-it hurts,” he whines and you giggle when he slightly lifts his hips upward from beneath you. the desperation is beginning to show.
“yeah? poor baby, but you can wait a bit longer, can’t you?”
he shakes his head, eyes brimming with tears at the thought. “don’t want to! please please I want to fuck it so badly!”
you press your lips softly to his and he lets out a breathless moan. his face is warm, and he’s beginning to squirm beneath you.
“well, youre going to have to wait Izuku.”
and just like that, he begins to cry out from under you. but you knew that was going to happen, so smile and kiss his tears when the pleads become more desperate
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deaththcekid · 11 months
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RENGOKU SH COMFORT
Sorry if I haven’t been writing a whole lot guys I’ve just had school and other stuff lol. OKAY SO UHHH…yeah
I’ve been wanted to write a Kny sh short comfort story for a while. As a person who has suffered with sh for a long time I’ve been wanting someone to comfort me for the longest time. So let’s get to it.
Warnings: Self-Harm, Blood, Scars, Blade, insecurities
Rengoku Sh Comfort
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When you first got Rengoku you didn’t talk to him about your problem with Self Harming. You’ve tried to stop, and stop, and stop but the rush of pressure and insecurity kept creeping back up to you. One day you just wanted to rot in your bed, you didn’t have any motivation to get up, you just wanted to lay down and cry. You also didn’t talk to him about your insecurities since you have always bottled you your emotions. You just couldn’t take it anymore. You got up opened a secret drawer you had in your room, and pulled out a blade, still has blood on it since the last time you used it. You hated how you look, you hated everything about yourself, your body, face, your personality, your past scars from where you cut, you hated everything. You put the blade up to your wrist and started cutting. The pain, the burning sensation of the blade when you cut deeper into your skin. Blood seeping down your wrist. You stared to cry and cry, nothing was stopping the flow of your tears. You kept cutting deeper and deeper the more cuts you did. Rengoku was away for a mission so you expect him to not be home in a couple on days. The more you kept looking back at your insecurities and your past, you kept going deeper. The flow of insecurities kept getting the best of you. The rush of blood falling down your wrist onto the floor. Before you were gonna do another cut you heard a voice calling out to you. “Oh my little flame in ho-“. As soon as he opened the door he saw you on the floor, crying, bleeding, cutting. He rushed over to you “I-…why?!”. Not knowing what to say. He reached his hand out, “p-please give me the blade!”. You gently gave him the blade still crying. He threw the blade across the room then pulling you into his arms. He started to tear up, “darling why would you do this to yourself”. You started to cry even more. “I’m sorry Rengoku..it’s just that… I cant cope with all of this stuff I’m going through”. You said, “oh little flame, I’m always here for you and if you need someone to talk to I’m right here”. He pulled from the tight hug and looked at the red marks you made on yourself. “Wait here I’ll be right back, don’t move please” he got up and went to get something. When he came back he had Bandages and some alcohol to clean the marks. He sat back down and reached out his hand, “Can I please see your wrist”. You slowly gave him your wrist. He started to disinfect the cuts. Once he put the disinfectant on your wrist you flinched at how bad the stinging was. As he was bandaging it you asked him “A-are you mad at me Kyo?”. “I could never be mad at you.. it’s just that… why didn’t you talk to me about this Y/n?”. Once he was done bandaging it he pulled you into a tight embrace. Tears stared to fall from his eyes. “I was scared to tell you… and I didn’t want you to worry about me”. “Oh Y/n… don’t be scared to talk to me if your feeling sad or insecure”, “I love you so much I never want to see you like this”. You tears stared to creep up on you again. “Shhh it’s okay I’m right here, I’ll always be here for you, and if you need to talk about something I’m right here.” The warmness of his embrace made you feel safe and comfortable. You pulled back and looked into his pretty eyes. “I love you Kyo, and I’ll try to open myself up to you” A big warm smile appeared on his face “I love you too my little flame”. After he said that he kissed you on your lips. Then he started to leave small little kisses all over your face. Then he grabbed your wrist and kissed it very gently. You felt so safe around him. Then he picked you up bridal style “Now lets go get something to eat I’m starving!” You laughed and gave his a kiss. “I love you so much Kyo..” “And I love you so much too my little flame”.
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seariii · 3 months
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Hi Seari 😭 sorry to flood your ask box again lol, but I just wanted to let you know how I appreciate how appreciative you are if that makes sense? You always take the time to thank everyone frequently, you’re eloquent with your words, and you just have this air of gratitude with you where ever you go. And I really admire that about you <3 I want to strive to personally work on that because it’s difficult for my brain to comprehend those kinds of things for myself, so I wanted to let you know how you’ve inspired me to work towards that <3 ilu and thank you so much for being you
aw rose.... this made me really soft.... i love you a lot, really. and dont apologize, you can flood my ask box with more than 20 questions/messages a day and i'll be extremely happy
serious talk for a little bit hahaha... ill put it under the cut because i started rambling and got a bit long.... YOU DONT HAVE TO READ ALL THAT OKAY???? just the last paragraph, thats a message for you
tldr of the serious talk under the cut: Unknown Mother Goose by Wowaka (i also really liked this adaptation) "Even if the world were to reject me today, would i still be able to sing a song of love?"
i never really thought about that, you know? i enjoy telling people how i feel about them, especially to people i love. and im thinking for how long have i done this... when did i start... im not entirely sure... i can go far back when i barely did it, but did it every once in a while like a birthday or when i started to notice the people around me werent giving up on me... and i can go back relatively recently where this feelings landed me in a kind community during covid...
in all honesty, i believe this feelings of gratefulness, of having to express them come from being scared of losing people... come from a lonely place... when you feel cold or have felt cold for so long that you dont remember much warmth, when you find that warmth its soft, gentle, and a little overwhelming... i have many problems connecting with people, and in my own brain, sometimes i feel like im all alone in the world... but... people are warm... people are kind... you, them, make it feel like maybe the entities around me arent just faceless shadows...
i joke with my bestie about how we are that meme of "nothing in life matters" but im the happy one and hes the existential one, but a lot of time i truly feel like that. and from that, makes it easier to enjoy the little sweet stuff, the sweetness of the people around me... and its impressive when i notice that sometimes it doesnt have any reason behind it, or that the reason is just love... its like my brain cant comprehend others doing stuff out of love for the world, so i always get surprised when someone does it for me (and oh boy have i been surprised to tears with you all pretty people)... i think life is a little silly and there isnt much meaning, but that gives us freedom... and that makes everything a person does beautiful...
... you know rose? thank you. i feel like im about to cry hahahahaha /pos ... thank you for always being so kind, so sweet to me, you make me feel like things are okay, and it genuinely makes me happy to see you or interact or talk with you. it made me really happy that you wanted to include me in the conversation, in the group. im someone who feels lonely easily, and the kindness you've shown me has really made me happy and... i really appreciate it... sometimes i say i dont have the words and still try to express myself, because i want to make my message get across... like right now in this paragraph hahaha.... you are someone who i really really appreciate and i just wish to see you happy and achieve everything you want. just know that no matter what, ill be rooting for you, you truly deserve everything in this world, thats how i feel.... im thankful and moved that i inspired you... i never thought id have that effect on people... thank you
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jacesbeloved · 1 year
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fucking flower
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summary: a simple snooping around in your hut may have resulted in a flower making you two do something both of you have been longing for.
pairing: neteyam sully x fem!reader
warnings: smut, MDNI, sex pollen, aged up!neteyam, kind of public sex, cunt slapping, spanking (just 1 i think), established relationship/friendship, subtle mutual pining, rough sex basically, both of them basically liking each other but they cant risk their childhood friendship but thats not mentioned anywhere lol
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"Yeah... what's this one?"
"Will you do me the pleasure of leaving me alone? Just this once, please," You groaned at the eldest Sully boy, your words falling on deaf ears as he continued picking at the flasks and jars you had on your shelves. 
It's been two hours since you two got back from the hunt party earlier, you weren't necessarily hunting animals, you were hunting for plants and herbs. While Neteyam and the other hunters flew on their ikrans with their bows and arrows, you and your group of healers were picking herbs from the trees.
Once they finished, they'd fly by your area and bring you back. Most often than not give all of the healers their time alone in organizing and mixing herbs and plants for those who were injured. That was usually how it went, of course, with the exception of the might olo'eyktan's son.
Being too busy with grinding in the herbs, you didn't notice him grab one of the clay jars, throwing it in the air and catching it as he walked toward you. Neteyam inspected the odd shaped jar, not seeing any label on it compared to the others.
Easily pulling off the lid, a strong hits him like a tree crashing into him face first. It was a foul one, a small he usually caught on whenever he came across an animal that has been dead for a while.
That was what it smelt like, his nose crunching in disgust. As he placed the lid back on, right before it could small the teeny tiny gap, the whole scent changed.
He smelled you.
Neteyam peeked inside of the jar, a flower of green and violet with peculiar petals stored inside. Feeling his mind make fun of him, he pushed his nose close to the opening of the jar as he took in a breath but there was no difference. It was your scent. Your indescribable scent that he had never forgotten ever since you two met at four years old.
It smelled everything about you. The flowers you put in your hair, the small tinge of blood that he used to smell on your whenever their hunt parties got a bit bloody, the smell of the trees on your hair— next thing he knew, he was longing for another smell, another something.
Closing off the lid with every bit of restraint he had, he places the jar on top of your table. His mouth hanging agape as heat started consuming his body, feeling himself grow sweatier all of a sudden.
"Hey baby- Y/N?" he stammered, clearing his throat when you turned sharply to glare at him, the pet name catching your attention. You brushed it off, going back to grinding the herbs on your mortar with the butt of your knife.
"D'you really have to stay here? I can finish way faster if you leave-" Fingertips ghosted your bare skin, a familiar, warm presence making itself known from behind you. Your head snapped behind you, seeing the familiar blue na'vi that you have grown accustomed to seeing in your hut all the time, inches away from pressing himself behind you.
"You sure?" He whispered breathless, a weird feeling coming onto your body. What was happening?
Neteyam inhaled deeply, dangerously close to your neck as you notice his hands trap you, gripping the table tightly.
"You smell— fuck... heavenly," the eldest Sully boy had his eyes closed, deep groans sounding through his throat before he snaps back into himself. He swiftly retracted his hands, blinking rapidly as the heat in him started to engulf him again.
You looked at him in deep concern— longing. It was the first time you saw and heard him like that. The deep timbre of his voice that always made your knees weak but you never admitted that, even to yourself.
He turned you around gently, head falling down to your shoulders, still inhaling your scent as it relieved him.
"What the hell was in that jar?" He laughed, trying to shake off the feeling, murmuring quiet apologies as he does. "I told you to not touch my stuff didn't I? Which did you open?" You demanded, touching his shoulder. His warm skin making your ears perk up.
Neteyam pulls back, scratching the back of his neck. The two of you lock eyes for the first time this night, you gulp when you notice his pupils dilated, his chest heaving up and down.
"Which did you open?!" You asked even louder as you push past him.
The male pulls you back to his grasp, his strong hand wrapping around your wrist while the other places an open jar right by your nose. Your face scrunches, the foul smell hitting you now, your throat started retching right as the smell changed all of a sudden.
"What do you smell?" He asks lowly, eyes staring at you with desire, your ears fanning up and down in an excited motion.
You felt your pupils dilate as the smell made you feel tingles all over your body. The scent that you've been longing for now, a familiar one that you always smell every fucking time;
It smelt of Neteyam.
When your mouth hang agape, a silent gasp, looking doe-eyed at the male towering over you, Neteyam swung the jar to the side without any care in the world. You smacked him on the chest because of it but he couldn't care less, pulling you close to him as he started to inhale your scent again. His smell also invading yours as heat coursed through your body.
The male groaned deeply, your pelvis hitting his, finally getting some friction in his growing hard-on. "Can I touch- Oh, shit, you, please," he pleaded.
You unknowingly nodded, mind starting to become hazy, not really knowing what was happening. Neteyam's hands were quick to move on your skin, cupping your face to pull your lips on his.
"What the fuck is in that vase?" He slipped in between kisses, panting heavily as he started humping your thighs with need. You whined at him, pouting as you kissed him this time. Your tongue intertwining with his, hands reaching back to pull at his braids making him groan.
You pulled away for some air, Neteyam kissing down your neck with wet and sloppy kisses as his hands go busy in taking off your top. One swift tug from the string behind you and the woven top falls down. His eyes narrowing, lips smirking, mouth watering as he latches onto one of your nipples.
A high-pitched whine left your lips as you arched your back, giving him more room while he smothered your breasts in lustful kisses. Sucking ever so harshly at the soft skin, mewls pouring out of your lips. Your hands moved behind you, pulling fast to untie your own loincloth and ask for some relief from the male. 
Neteyam continued his assault on your chest, looking up at you who had your head back and eyes closed. His hand wandered down with no hesitation, fingers coming in contact with your sensitive slit, his lips stretching to the side in a smirk when he felt your wetness coating his fingers.
He plunged deep inside of you, your head shooting forward, forehead scrunched as you moaned at the sudden penetration. Your walls immediately burned at the stretch, so long since your last time having something inside of you that wasn't just your fingers.
"Is this— Is this really us or is it- Oh fuck, you're sucking me in so good, baby," you clenched even more at his comment, his fingers scissoring you open as your hands rested on his shoulders. Your breath got caught on your throat when you tried to response, moans and mewls spilling out as his pace quickened.
"It's- 'Teyam!" He pulled his fingers out making you whine, frantically looking for an open space. Once his eyes caught on a vacant table with just random leaves on it, he grabs you by your waist, slapping your ass making you jump. Your legs instinctively wrapping around his thin waist.
He places you back down with a loud thump, undoing his own loincloth before he gave your whole abdomen quick kisses leading down to your aching center.
"It's our bodies-" Neteyam held both of your knees, spreading your legs wide. Your head fell back on the wooden table, clutching your chest as you felt his breath right near your pussy. "It's our bodies?" He breathed out. You gulped, trying to complete your train of thought.
"It's our bodies being influenced by the damn flower," you said in one quick breath. Neteyam's head moved to the side, comprehending what you just said making him halt his movements. "So this isn't... actually us? Our ownselves" 
You sighed, "Why is that a big deal- Oh, great mother, you're right on my cunt, 'Teyam." 
He blew some air onto your leaking cunt, watching your reaction closely with his hooded eyes. "Do you want it?" Your legs twitched at the cold air, threatening to close but his hands were holding you wide open. His head still right by your cunt, one small push and he'd be face deep in it. 
"Do I want it?" You repeated with a tone of disbelief. You held your body up, grabbing his face up and giving him a wet kiss. "If you do not make me come right now, I'll fuck myself in front of you." 
His eyes darkened when you whispered in his ear, swearing to yourself that you heard a growl escape his lips before he goes down on you. His lips immediately latched itself on your slit, licking up a long stripe from your hole to your clit, toying with the small bud with his tongue. 
"Tastes better than I imagined," he mumbled, face still deep into your cunt, the vibrations making your body squirm. He reached up, fondling with your breasts with one hand as the other pushed into your hole. A loud gasp escaped your lips, Neteyam putting in a second, a third, all in a span of seconds all the while he circled your clit with his warm tongue. 
Neteyam kept his eyes stuck on your face, watching the way your face contorted in pleasure, mouth hanging open with your tongue laid flat outside like an animal waiting for some water. You felt his fingers enter your mouth, your tongue sucking on his digits without a second thought. He groaned again, the warmness of your mouth fueling his imagination once more on what it would feel like with his- 
"'Teyam!" You screamed, the said male spitting on your cunt loudly. He grinned, not even caring about the volume of your sounds. It spurred him on even more thinking of the fact that the male na'vis outside could be hearing you scream his name, moaning it out. 
"Give me one before I fuck you, baby," he says, fingers curling expertly inside of you. Your stomach tightened in its familiar knot, the older na'vi hitting all of your right spots as if he has it memorized. His fingers combined with the way his mouth was eating you out so good-- in a way you thought it was made for this and this only --it wouldn't be long before you release. 
Your hands left his forearm, his fingers falling from your mouth to your chin, drool dribbling down your chin. Pulling at his braids with need, grinding your heat on his face, the sounds of his fingers fucking you into oblivion was way too erotic. "It's- 'so good, 'Teyam. It feels so good!"
You heard him chuckle, lips detaching from your clit. "Come on baby, give it to me, give it to your warrior." 
One, two, three more times he hit the sweet spot deep inside of you before you came with a loud scream of his name. Your legs shaking as it dangerously closed around his head. Neteyam held your thighs with his strong arms, spreading you apart once more, battling the way your body was shaking to clean you up-- taste you again. 
And damn, Neteyam had never tasted anything sweeter. 
"There's my good girl, atta baby." He placed a chaste kiss on top of your cunt, moving up to kiss you on your lips as well. You look at him tiredly, eyes hazy as he caressed your face, lips moving lazily at the praise. "You can give me another one, right?" he whispers in your ear, licking your ear lobe as he does. 
"Neteyam..." you sighed when he pulls away. Propping yourself up by your elbows as you watch him carefully pump his length, the long and thick blue cock making your mouth water. This was the first time you ever saw him like this; way better than you have ever fantasized each night in your hut. 
He rubbed the head, spreading his pre-cum all over, head lolling back when he finally gets some relief after neglecting his own cock. You bit your lip, eyes glued on his cock. 
"Oh- Oh shit, fuck, just like that, baby— umfh, oh.." Neteyam got caught off-guard; your hand jerking him slowly, running your hand up and down his rock hard cock. His eyes rolling back when he watches you rub yourself with your fingers, gathering your slick and using it as lubrication on his cock. 
Before you could even think of giving him a handjob, his hand firmly grips both of yours, moving forward as he positions his cock by your entrance. The both of your staring down as he slowly pushes in. A long moan erupting from both of you when he inches himself inside. Your tight, velvety walls taking him in so well despite the burn in your pussy bordering the line between hurt and pleasure.
You had your arms clasped behind his neck, your foreheads touching as he moans deeply when he fully bottoms out inside of your. His hands holding your thighs firmly, thrusting slowly as he lets you adjust first. 
"Don't do that, baby please," Neteyam whispers, closing his eyes harshly when your walls tightened around him before he could even start fucking you. 
"Just fuck me, please," you plead, locking eyes with him. 
That and the innocent look you had on was all it took for him to snap his hips forward. The once slow and careful thrusts now replaced with quick and hard ones as he thrusted into you with much vigor, the table started shaking. "'Teyam, oh- ngh, oh my," you panted, breathing erratically as he impossibly quickened his pace. 
"Keep those legs open for me- good girl," he let go of your thighs, letting them fall on either side as he grabs your waist, your breasts that were jiggling up and down with the force of his thrusts getting all of his attention. Your hands scratched at his hands, sometimes pulling at your own hair.
Neteyam was hitting all of your right spots. The blunt mushroom head of his kissing your cervix numerous times now. Each time making you moan wantonly, not even caring about how loud you were being or even if someone was entering your hut. 
He brought his hand down to slap your clit, your loud yelp and sudden clench on his length making him smirk. You liked that. He did it once more, this time the sound that came out of your mouth much more whinier than before, his cock hardening even more. 
"Like it when I hit your pretty little cunt? Does my baby love it?" You nod your head eagerly. Your stomach tightening with the need for release.
He slapped your clit a few more times, rubbing it to soothe the stings. When he catches that split second silent gasp from you and your velvety walls clamping down on him like a vice, he flips you. Your chest faced down on the table, legs supporting your body as you were now bent over the table. 
This time, Neteyam didn't waste any time in letting you adjust. Pushing into you with a hard thrust, gripping your hips as he pulled you back on his cock whenever he thrusted forward. His cock hitting way deeper spots. "'Oh, Eywa! 'Teyam," the male's name seemed like a prayer coming from you, repeating his name over and over again as your legs shook. His arm that was now holding your waist being the only thing that was keeping you up on that damn table. 
"You close, baby? Me too- fuck... You gonna give it to me again, huh? Gonna give it to me, only to me?" He cooed, landing a sweet slap to your ass before he bends down to your ear, whispering filthy things as you felt his balls smacking your clit with each thrust. 
"Don't stop, please, 'Teyam," you begged, looking up at him with teary eyes. It felt so good. So fucking good.  
You could almost taste your release, the overstimulation slowly coming over you as his hips fucked into you in a rougher but slower pace. Calculated thrusts making you clench down on his cock. 
With one particular thrust, your whole vision blurred. Nothing but Neteyam's deep groans echoing in your ears as he rode out his high, feeling you cream on his cock before he pulls out. Spurting ropes of cum all over your ass, mouth hanging agape at the beautiful artwork in front of him. 
He kept his arm wrapped around you, supporting your whole body as it continued shaking, the wave of pleasure still coursing through each nerve in your body. Your body jolted forward, squealing when he slaps your cunt once more. "That fucking flower..."
"That fucking flower had me fucking you, baby."
thank you sooo much for reading! hearts, reactions, replies, and reblogs are very appreciated if you liked the story! <3 ^w^
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livindeadgirlgrav · 7 months
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The Monster's Den
Pairing: Otis Driftwood x fem reader
Warning: Violence, bad language, gore, nsfw, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome its Otis Driftwood lol
A/n: This is my first story on this account! I use to write a lot but my account got deleted so iIm staring over! Just note I type really fast and I'm also dyslexic, I'll try my best to proofread every post but please tell me if I miss something or made a mistake:) - This story is a work in process, I'm still getting my creative juices back!
This story is written in the readers pov and alternating povs!
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Getting a flat tire is a stressful experience already, but getting a flat tire in the middle of no where in the Texas heat is even worse. You knew this would happen sooner or later but you hoped your piece of shit car would make it a little longer. Tying a old shirt to the door you decided to walk, having no idea where you were walking to just hoping a house or gas station would pop up so you could use the phone. After what felt like hours of walking you finally stumbled upon a house, carrying your wedged sandals you decided to knock on the door. The house in your mind was creepy, it look as the vines were eating the house with hanging baby dolls trying to escape from the walls. the yard itself was littered with items. You tried not to be too judgmental for working in this heat had to be killer. "Oh hello darling?" You smiled at the warm presence of a older woman. "Hi, i'm sorry to bother but my car broke down a few miles back-" before you were able to finish the lady pulled you in "Oh honey you look terribly hot! why don't you have a sit and I'll get you some iced water" Taking a sit on the couch you watched as the lady came into frame with a sweaty glass of water. "Thank you so much! Do you have a phone I could use by chance?" You said accepting the cool beverage. "Noo,I once had one back in 57, I don't quite remember you see there isn't anyone here I feel like jaw flappin' at no more."She said taking a sit beside you. "But RJ has a tow-truck, I bet he can get it for you. Might be able to fine the problem." You took a sip of the heavenly water and brightened up. "Really? that would be wonderful! Thank you" You said sweetly admiring the generous woman. She smiled and nodded "Well it might take him a few hours but you are free the stay here." You smiled "I would love that thank you!" The woman giggled a little before deciding to go find RJ to talk to him about your car, leaving you alone in the living room.
After a few minutes of looking around and sipping your water you heard a noise behind you, turning to see if it was the woman- you were met with a tall, pale man with stringy blonde hair. Feeling your heart flutter as the man stared down at you sitting on the couch remaining eye contact as he walked around to get a better view of you. "H-hello, I'm y/n the older lady welcomed me in, I-I broke down a few miles bac-" Before finishing your sentence the man spoke up. "Can you speak girl?" He glared down. You nodded fast. " Then speak up!" He shouted making you jump with the outburst. "Yes" Otis stared at you watching your face heat up and your eyes flutter. Gasping, your eyes quickly widen when the strange man grabbed your neck pulling you up from the couch harshly. Grasping his wrist to try to free yourself but it was no use. "I bet you are soaked already huh?" He admired your struggling form for a moment before he slammed you down on the couch by your throat. You winced in pain. The man decided to sit on your legs to keep you from kicking tighting his grip. You tried to scream but nothing came out. "p-please!" struggling to form words you squinched up your face in pain. "i-I cant breathe!" trying your best you begged breathlessly. Before everything went black you saw the man smirk.
Your eyes fluttered awake, starring up seeing a ceiling as your eyes came into focus. Moaning at the pain, you knew there had to be a bruise on your neck. Realizing your arms are tied behind your back and a gag was in your mouth you tried your best to look around the room. You started to breath heavy realizing what just happened. You jumped when you heard the door open and the same man who was just choking you walked in. "Hey there mama, you sure are pretty hogtied like that!" You cried out and pushed against the rope. Earning a chuckle from Otis. "Now look I'm going to remove your gag but if you make anything such as a fucking peep. I'll gut you like a pig and make you eat your own intestines!" You nodded as tears rolled down your cheek. Otis pulled the rag down and stared at your face looking at your puffy lips. "W-what do you want?" you stuttered making Otis chuckle, "You."
Thank you for reading! I might make a part 2 Im not entirely sure but I hope you guys like it! I haven't written in forever so this was great!
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michelletsw · 1 year
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"I can't save us.."
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I ended up crying a bit as I wrote this so have fun lol, inspired by the song atlantis by seafret
Gn reader, mentions of perfect, platonic angst with Grimm, nightmare, pink writing is the reader speaking.
Warnings ⚠️: angst, implications of death, not proof read.
Yall ganna hate me for this lmao.
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All you want to do is help others, save others. But in the process you forgot one very important detail, no matter how many overbolts you stop, no matter how many people you help, no matter how much you try, how much you fight it, prove yourself over and over again. You cant save the world. You can't help them all. You can't even save yourself..
you are the magicless perfect of ramshackle, the one that stopped 6 over bolts, the one that help the hurt, heal the past..
Yet here you are screaming at the top of your lugs, running to where your fiery companion stands in his overbolt state.
You scream his name trying to break him out of his trance, only to be returned with angry roars and fire.
You reach him and his mind, a maze. Lost, you try to reach him but can't, farther you reach into his mind your words like dagers cutting through the thick maze walls, before you can get close enough to reason you get knocked back by his paw, slashing into your arm, cutting into your shirt on your stomach grazing your skin. You cry out in pain "tell me why this has to end"
You get back up attempting once more, warm tears flow down your face, your cheeks red from the cold air around you.. "in my heart I know we don't have to end!" "I can save us.." finally you see your getting somewhere into his mind as tears form at the ends of his eyes, you see him try to fight it. You see him look at your arm where he hit you and it made him more upset the tears finally falling from his eyes he roars at you and backs up like hes afraid. You speak up and try your best to sound okay, telling him your okay, its just a small scratch you'll be okay. You try to walk closer to him only to be met with a roar from him as he spits fire.
You now traped in a circle a fire you can only watch as grim runs away into the forest being chased by some people who don't look like they want to help.
You try to step closer and find a way out of the flames but it's to hot you can't get close enough to find one.
.
.
.
You lost.
You can't him.
You can't help him.
You just lost everything.
.
.
You fall to your knees crying at the top of your lungs.
All the times that you spent. You could never take back the things you said. Why did things have to end this way.
Everything gone. Your best friend. The small creature you grew to love so much. Is gone. You can't save him.
. You can't save him... you Can't fix this..
you hear a soft yell from the distance, you couldn't be bothered as you close your eyes and cry out that your sorry. Sorry you can't save this.
You jolt awake to see a very concerned Grimm yelling at you to wake up.
A nightmare.
It was just a nightmare.....
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cali · 1 month
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how do you know when a piece like your groudon is finally “done”, or done Enough?
i dont have an answer for this but maybe when i just type a lot i will find one.
for the groudon pic specifically i had a mental image in my head of what scene i wanted. when i started rendering the lava, i did it really detailed and decided i couldnt leave the rest of it simpler and then when the lava was all like that i had to crank everything else in the picture up too. and that made everything take so long that it was far beyond the boundaries of it being "not enough" . it was pleny enough!! so from hour 30-52 i was pretty eager to get it over with. just everything up to the point where its uniform in rendering. sometimes thats a bad sentiment to work on a pic with, but this time it was ok. i kind of like arduous menial tasks. it makes me more patient. so for that one it was done once everything was on par with my detail standard i set for myself halfway thru.
i think i used to have more trouble with this, deciding when its done... my pice now always either end when they reach what i had planned or when theyre the type of pic without a plan then when i get bored / lose the flow of it. actually prior to the groudon pic even some planned ones stopped at a flowloss point.
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these two picy both have immaculate rendering on parts but then i lost it and finishdd the rest of the pic with less vigor. in tve green comet one its all the surroundings. i had other versions for that and kept reworking and reworking but i was so ouf of power i just used a slightly polisjed up sketch, kind of works for the pic though. the eel one i also lost power at the backhground, beyond the water. the mountains and clouds i think i coulda put more effort in. but its ok cuz its like 0% the focus of the picture, just sometjing that bothers me alone. hey both of these pics are about a serpent type thing coiling down to earth gently from the sky oops. back to the question um ya im looking at my images and all of them either end when they reach what i had in my head or when i loose flow. when i used to do lsd more my process was that the picture ends when i go to bed. i want to do that again soon it was fun. i drew for like 6 hours while kind of crazy then for the next 12 hours in warm afterglow i just clean and render everything so sweetly and then with a body as hard as a hundred bodies i sink into my bed and click post on it which codifies it as completed. also towards tve end of the picture is usually when im stressing about tiny details and i will message like 1-2 consistent people and 1-2 random people from my discord friendslist to ask about opinions about which tiny detail looks better for the whole pic. when im at that point i cant think straight no more so well no more so i kind of know its time to stop soon. but those final feedbacks always help. ok i guess thats an answer lol i made it very long i will put a readmore. hope u dont mind reading but i think if i sent someone an anon the longer the reply the happier i would be. probably. im in bed but im gonna get up again in a sec and play some balatroooo, 2 people bought a groudon print so far and i spent that money on balatro eep hihi thank u for the ask which i twisted into my babbleplateau
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