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Reypaytun

[Reypaytun [ˈɾɛj.paj.tun] - Blood red (color) ]

6.7k words | Masterpost |

Tsu'tey x Human Reader

Summary: Tsu'tey wakes up after a night of vigorous lovemaking to blood smeared between your thighs. He does not take it well, panicking hard as he "flees the scene", effectively leaving you behind. Eventually, he learns what really happened and once he does, Tsu'tey is not afraid anymore.

Content warning: Period blood, Period, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Period Sex, Period Cunnilingus, Period Fingering, Squirting, Stomach/Belly Bulge, Size Difference, Na'vi/Human. Idk I feel like "Tsu'tey is not afraid anymore" should be a tag of its own lol

Authors Note: So this was supposed to be pure, filthy porking and nothing more. BUT(!) as with most things that I do, it caught a case of the feels and it became both angsty and filthy, and way out of hand... Sorry? lol Also, I stared too long at that manip and now it just looks stupid and wrong all over lol Might add it on a later date though, if I can find a way to make it look okay, and most definitely to Ao3 when that day comes lol Sorry, I know it won the poll T.T

Tsu'tey didn’t know how he managed to end up where he currently was, curled up behind you, a sky demon, after a long night of intense lovemaking. For months, he had battled with his own emotions, punished himself for the sheer betrayal his heart was pushing on him once he realized what the speeding of his heart actually meant. At first, he had thought it was a side effect of surviving the war with the sky demons - after falling from such a great height. But in the end, he had to be honest with himself that the speeding of his heart had happened long before the war officially came to a head.

No, Jakesully was to blame for this, and no one else. He had brought you with him when he convinced Eytukan and Mo’at to welcome Grace Augustine back into the clan. Along this Normspellman person, you had walked in beside them, a tiny little creature, speeding as fast as you could with your ridiculously small legs to keep up. You had been so helpless and pathetic that the sheer sight of you had made Tsu’tey angry at Jakesully to have allowed you to even join them. Had you been present with Jakesully and Grace Augustine when his betrayal was revealed, however, Tsu’tey knew that he would not have dealt with the situation as reasonably as he had. As it was, however, he ended up falling from the metallic flying machine, littered with bullet holes. Crashing through the forest to the ground, the sky demons greeted him with even more horror. When he came to again, it was your small hands that tended to him until Jakesully and Neytiri could bring him to Mo’at.

After losing his kuru, Tsu’tey had not been kind to anyone, but especially not to you in particular. The words he had said, the strength with which he had grabbed or shoved you, were beneath him, but the fact that it had happened, he could never hide from. And nor did he. Once he got his feet under himself again, once his mind cleared enough for him to realize a thing or two about this new life of his - he had nothing but the wellbeing of the clan and you on his mind. Convincing you to forgive him, to give him a chance, however, had not been easy. In fact, it had demanded all of Tsu’tey’s spare time to prove himself worthy of your affection.

In the end, you reluctantly agreed to date him - a sky people invention where two or more people become mates on a trial basis, to see if you’re compatible. It pained Tsu’tey to no extent to know that this was all you were willing to give him, that you trusted him just about as far as you could throw him. But he had done this, had caused this situation, he needed to stand steady in it or leave you be. Now, Tsu’tey was a lot of things, but a quitter, he had never been.

The courting process - the dating - had been long and difficult, but eventually, you had agreed to live with him in the kelku he had made specifically with you in mind. it had everything you needed within it and although you had been skeptical at first, after seeing all the hard work he had laid down with you in mind, something seemed to click right for once. It made Tsu’tey relax a little, made his anxiousness calm down enough for him to noticeably lighten up again. The first time he had cracked a joke or two, laughing joyfully, Jakesully had choked with surprise. It had been a very good feeling indeed.

With you in his life, everything just seemed easier. Laughter came easier to him, his normally stressed and harsh demeanor mellowed out and despite the fact that you are a sky person, Tsu’tey has never been happier in his life. It’s probably why he lets himself lose control while making love to you. The sounds you make beneath him, the gasped whispers of endearment as you cling to him only fuels his need for you further. For hours, he plows into you, driving you over the edge time and time again until you’re a sweaty mess beneath him, your skin slick and salty, and warm. As his cock presses as far as it can go into you, bulging your stomach enough that he can feel himself, Tsu’tey knows that there is nowhere he would rather be than right here in your arms.

Releasing one last time inside of you, Tsu’tey kisses your lips so softly, it makes you whine. Smiling down at you, he notices how your eyes glitter as you stare up at him. The right thing to do would be to clean you up, to bathe your sore muscles, but at that moment, Tsu’tey loses against the voice in the back of his head that’s telling him to let his scent seep into the very pores of your skin. You fall asleep in each other's arms like that, with loving words and soft kisses on your lips. It is the best few hours of sleep Tsu’tey has had in ages, the best sleep he has had in the month you have lived in their kelku.

But when Tsu'tey awakens early the next morning there's something wrong. Distantly, he registers an iron scent on the air that he knows all too well, but as his mind is slowly waking up, he doesn't pay it much mind. Instead, he runs his large hand over your small body, grabbing your small breast in his large hands as he kisses your shoulder, smiling into your skin as you too awake with a positively satisfied sigh. Tsu’tey runs his hand down your body, over your waist, squeezing your curved and soft hip appreciatively before continuing down to your subtle thighs, pulling a breathy moan from your lips that has his own skin erupt in a million small goosebumps. Continuing on his joyous morning journey, Tsu’tey presses his hand between your legs to find your core already wet and waiting for him. Pressing a finger into you, he lets out a rumble from deep within his chest at how ready you are for him.

Pulling back, Tsu’tey guides you over to lay on your back before slotting himself between your thighs, your hot, moist core smearing slick over his breastbone where it presses into you. Grinning up, he bends his head down, kissing your shoulder, your breasts, giving each nipple a good suck, before continuing down to your molten core, never breaking eye contact with you as he starts his breakfast. Your beautiful eyes are probably why he doesn’t notice the distinct coppery iron scent or the blood that is smeared on the inside of your thighs. Your breathy gasp as his thumb circles your pearl is probably why he doesn’t notice the bloody trail that has seeped from your puffed and raw cunt before he’s there. It takes him back with such shock that he's on his knees between your widespread thighs before either one of you can register what has happened. Lifting his hand to reach out to the blood, he's met with the bloody picture of his own digits between your bloody thighs and core.

"I have hurt you, yawne," Tsu’tey mumbles low, his voice small, even to his own ears. Getting up on your elbows to see what's going on, you look at the blood on his hands and on his chest before you look down at yourself, noticing the blood smeared between your thighs.

"Shit," you swear, clapping your thighs together, hiding your core from Tsu'tey's eyes in apparent shame. "It's alright, Tsu'tey. This happens."

It is alright?

This happens?

Tsu'tey can't believe what he's hearing. His careless mating has hurt you, has caused you to bleed from one of your most sacred places. The immense pain you must have been in while he took his pleasures from you… Shame floods through him and before you're able to say anything more, he gets up to his feet, grabs his tweng and bow, and flees your kelku. Running as fast as his legs can take him, Tsu’tey doesn’t stop until he’s crashing to his knees by the river. Vigorously, he scrubs his hand and chest until his skin feels raw. He can’t get the image of your bloodied cunt out of his head, nor the vulnerable way you had looked up at him. With great shame and stones weighing heavy in his heart, he gets up to meet the hunting party he was to be a part of that morning, only for the hunters to stare weirdly at him.

“Where is your battle band, brother? Your blade?” Atan asks as he steps up to him, Takuk closely following behind.

Patting the bottom of his ribs, he finds the skin bare from its usual protective layer. However, Tsu’tey could not go back to their kelku, even though you might not be there anymore. The sheer thought of crossing your path makes his ears bend painfully low against his skull with shame. Closing his eyes he takes a deep breath before opening them again to stare at his old friend.

“I will go without,” He growls too harshly, making Atan look at him with concern.

“Brother, I do not think that is wise,” Atan starts, but Tsu’tey cuts him off.

“It will be fine,” Tsu’tey bites back at his friend.

“Go back home to get it, we will wait,” Takuk presses, his gentle voice making Tsu’tey sigh deeply.

“Let us go before the hunt will be in vain,” He doesn’t miss the way Atan and Takuk look at each other with worried expressions.

The hunt is not successful. Or at least, not on his part. Tsu’tey is unfocused and stressed, resulting in him missing each and every shot before he’s even able to let the arrows go. When they return, it is without honor for Tsu’tey. Without bidding his friends farewell, Tsu’tey leaves the party to stew alone. Unfortunately, it doesn’t take long before Jakesully finds him and somehow that is even worse.

“What’s wrong, brother? Trouble in paradise?” Jakesully ask, immediately souring Tsu’tey’s already sour mood.

“Go away, demon,” Tsu’tey growls, noticing how harsh the words are spoken, making him involuntarily wince.

“Demon, huh? That bad?” Jakesully hums thoughtfully, falling into silence beside Tsu’tey. It takes hours of the two of them just sitting in silence together, Jakesully waiting him out, letting Tsu’tey wallow in his own shame and misery until finally, Tsu’tey breaks his silence.

“I hurt Y/n during our mating,” Tsu’tey admits, the words all but a whisper of shame, but of course, Jakesully hears them.

“Good hurt or bad hurt?” He asks as if there is a difference.

“There is no such thing as good hurt, Jakesully,” Tsu’tey growls angrily at his stupid friend.

“Trust me, brother there definitely is and I can assure you, with your size difference, there absolutely is,” The cheeky grin on Jakesully’s face is beyond infuriating to Tsu’tey.

“I made her bleed from her core, tell me where the good hurt is in that, demon,” Tsu’tey hisses before his shoulders slump, and the anger at Jakesully bleeds back into shame at his own actions.

“Oh…” Jakesully hums, his brother finally understanding Tsu’tey’s distress.

“And do you know what she said to me?” Tsu’tey huffs a humorless chuckle, “It is alright. This happens. Which means that it is not the first time I have hurt her like this, without noticing it - without her telling me. I have let her suffer because of my own greed,”

“Are you sure it isn’t just her period?” Jakesully hums, “I mean, she said this happens, right? The Na’vi don’t have them, but humans do. And it’s not as if she’s stopped your mating, right?”

“What is this period you are talking about?” Tsu’tey asks, because no, you haven't stopped their mating before. If anything, you have been overly eager for it.

“It’s uh… well, Y/n could probably explain it better, but each month human females bleed from their… you know,” Jakesully gestures between his legs, as if the word were somehow shameful.

“From the cunt?” Tsu’tey deadpans, watching as Jakesully’s ears flatten and his cheeks darken with heat.

“So crude,” Jakesully sighs before grinning, “But yeah. It's their reproductive organs, their uh… uterus? The womb. Shredding itself to prep-”

“Shredding itself?” Tsu’tey interrupts, his eyes huge as worry overcomes him.

“It’s uh, it’s her body’s way of preparing a new egg to be fertilized so that she can become pregnant - uh with child, after the current egg didn’t take,” Jakesully hastily continues, his discomfort so clear on his face and in his voice.

“So she is laying an egg?” Tsu’tey fills in, feeling bad for not having succeeded in fertilizing the egg you had worked so hard to prepare for him - for them.

“What? Fuck, no,” Jakesully barks, wiping his hands over his face, “Shit… uh, female humans carry a child in their stomachs, in their womb. It’s a… aw hell, I don’t know what it is, alright. There’s an egg, you jizz in her, she might become pregnant and the egg will develop into a child. If she doesn’t become pregnant, the egg will get washed out with the blood before being replaced with a new one.”

“I see,” Tsu’tey hums, but in reality, he does not see anything. Whatever Jakesully is talking about sounds weird and alien to his ears.

“Some women are in really great pain because of it, while others… - brother, where are you going?” Jakesully shouts after him, but all Tsu’tey can focus on is getting to your kelku as fast as possible.

He had left you alone in your kelku while you possibly were in great pain. He had left you there, too caught up in his own shame and emotions to hear you out when you had tried to explain it to him. Passing his people, he takes no care of them as he rushes as fast as his long legs can take him. Eventually, he’s crashing through the doorway of your kelku making you gasp with surprise where you’re preparing a yovo fruit for yourself.

“Yawne,” He pants, entirely out of breath.

“Are you alright, Tsu’tey?” Your worried words greet him as you put the knife down to greet him.

“Am I… Yawne, I did not know,” Tsu’tey falls to his knees before you, pressing his forehead to your stomach as he bends in on himself. Your hands immediately come up to hold him, your tiny hands gently caressing the base of what remains of his kuru, as you hold him close.

“Are you in pain?” He continues after lifting his head when his worries start to soothe, “Is the egg causing you pain?”

“Ah, you’ve talked with Jake I take it?” You hum with a soft chuckle, your beautiful eyes glittering as you look up at him in amusement.

“I have,” Tsu’tey confirms, bending his head down to look at you. “I do not fully understand, Jakesully mentioned that you might be in great pain, and I… Yawne, I left you,”

“It’s alright, yawntu, this is new for you. I would have warned you, but I didn’t expect it to come so soon,” You look down at him with your gentle eyes as if he hung the stars in the sky.

“I thought that I had hurt you,” He mumbles shamefully, “That I had caused you to bleed,”

“So your first cause of action at seeing me bleed would be to run away, got it,” You grinned up at him, teasing him as if this was somehow funny to you.

“Yawne! I…-” He starts, the protest and shame flaring up inside of him. How could he have acted this disgracefully to his mate?

“I’m just kidding, I’m just kidding, Tsu’tey,” You laugh openly as you push his head down into your stomach again, your weak arms holding him close as you chuckle.

“I have disgraced our bond, Y/n,” Tsu’tey starts, his heart breaking in his chest.

“Hey, no, Tsu’tey,” You urge, pushing his head up so that he’s kneeling before you at eye level instead. “Listen to me closely, alright?”

You don’t continue before Tsu’tey reluctantly nods his head, your small hands still on his face, comforting him through what must be a quite distressing time for you.

“Reacting as you did to seeing blood is alright. Especially for someone who has experienced violence as you have,” You pause until Tsu’tey realizes that you’re waiting for him to nod his head in understanding, “We mate with such passion that your conclusion wasn’t farfetched,”

“I do not know this word; farfetched,” Tsu’tey looks into your eyes, reveling in your patience with him.

“It means that it was not a foolish conclusion to come to, that it was within your right to think of it,” You smile again as if he has hung the stars in the sky while your thumbs caress his cheekbones comfortingly. “I’m small compared to you, and you are certainly huge in all aspects of the word,”

Tsu’tey can’t keep his chest from puffing up with pride, no more than he can keep his lips from forming a smug smile. Huffing up at him, your fingers take hold of the base on his ears, making them twitch.

“Behave, yawntu,” You grin up at him, letting him know that it is all in fond fun. “You have never and will never hurt me while mating, Tsu’tey. I don’t know if you’re even capable of doing such a thing,”

You stare up at him while he lets your words sink in, coming to the conclusion that you know best and that Tsu’tey has to trust your judgment. Sighing with the release of his stress and worry, Tsu’tey bends his head down to rest his forehead against yours. It’s comforting the way you’re still holding onto him, grounding him as if you somehow already knew what he needed despite your young bond.

“This period, this blood, can you tell me more about it? I wish to understand it so that I can better help you when it comes,” Tsu’tey hums, opening his eyes to look into yours.

“Of course, yawntu,” You smile beautifully up at him before slowly pulling away.

Taking his hand in yours, you lead him over to your nest, waiting for him to sit down before you bend your small legs to sit between his bigger ones. Taking both of his hands in yours, you look up at him as you start to explain what a period is, chuckling softly at his horrified expressions while explaining about your uterus shredding and how that causes the blood to dribble out. You walk him through everything, about how to contain it, about how you usually manage the pain, and how there are different methods.

“How else may I help you ease the pain, yawne?” Tsu’tey presses on when he notices you’re holding something back.

“It’s uh…” You stutter, your beautiful face darkening with an embarrassment Tsu’tey doesn’t understand. “There’s the act of mating, of - of reaching completion,”

“Mating?” Tsu’tey parrots, his eyes growing huge as his ears rotate forward with undivided attention.

“The act of mating reduces the cramping and reaching completion eases the pain,” You mumble, not able to meet his eyes head-on, “But it’s not something you have to do. I’ve got my heating pads, warm blankets, and excellent pain meds,”

At the mention of medication, Tsu’tey wrinkles his nose with distaste. He had never been fond of the sky people medicine, and to hear that you regularly take them to control a pain he could be helping you with, makes his anger flare. Slicking his ears back with annoyance, Tsu’tey huffs loudly.

“It is no bother for me to mate with you, yawne,” He starts, noting how your cheeks darken even further, “A little blood has never scared me before and it will not start now. Please, let me help you,”

“You really don’t have to, Tsu’tey,” You try again, your embarrassed little face looking up at him full of love and wonder.

“I want to,” Tsu’tey whispers, bending down to rest his forehead to yours again.

“Are you sure, yawntu?” Your eyes portray it all, your uncertainty, your need for him.

“I am, yawne,” Tsu’tey rumbles as he crawls over you, forcing your small body to bend backward to lay back in your nest.

It brings him straight to your hot core, the coppery iron scent strong and warm when he takes a deep breath. He isn’t afraid anymore though. This period had personally insulted him, but now, Tsu’tey would show you what a man truly was. Growling, he plops down on you, the entirety of his weight pressing the air from your small lungs, just how you liked it. The warm heat from your core wraps around Tsu’tey’s lower chest, lulling him to grind his hips into the soft nest beneath your bodies.

“You take my breath away, yawne,” Tsu’tey breathes as he lets the bridge of his nose run up the side of your neck, smirking childishly when it makes your breath stutter in your chest.

“Tsu’tey…” You gasp as he reaches your lips, kissing you long and deep.

The way your small hands clutch at his shoulders to hold on makes something inside of him snap. It’s ridiculous how every touch from you sends him over the edge, breaking the hard-set control he has over himself. You’re simply intoxicating to him. Running his hand down your flank, Tsu’tey lets his fingers flutter over every dip and roll of your soft skin, taking pleasure in the way the contact makes you moan. It never ceased to amaze him just how soft your skin was. The very first time you had allowed him to touch, to feel you, he had lost himself in your body, emerging only when the sun rose once more. His eyes had been blown wide the following day, much to everyone’s amusement.

Now, it was no different. The very scent of you stoked the fire within him, edging him closer to the point of no return, to the point where there was no one but you and him in this life that Eywa had graced them with. Giving you parting butterfly kisses, Tsu’tey dips his head lower, letting his lips trace an incoherent trail until he reaches the top of your chest. He’ll have to part with your thighs around his chest if he is to continue. A part of him doesn’t want to, but the needier part of him claws at his insides for Tsu’tey to present him with the sweetest nectar of your core. It’s the part of him that wins, in the end. Wrapping his hands around your thighs, Tsu’tey gently parts them from around his chest, pushing them back, opening you up like the most precious of flowers.

He’s presented with the same sight as he was that morning, your cunt puffy and red, needy and ready for his ministrations. The blood that slowly comes from your parted lips doesn’t scare him anymore. It’s so… little? Yet, that very morning, it had seemed almost too immense for him to comprehend. Curiously, Tsu’tey runs the pad of his thumb through the red liquid, marveling at the way it colors the blue skin of his thumb. Wiping it away from your entrance, however, only produces more as he forces your lips to part. Smiling to himself, Tsu’tey bends down to kiss the inside of your knees before starting his journey to the core of his desire. He takes a moment to marvel at your own stripes, the silvery, pink, brown, and purple smooth grooves that paint your skin in some places. Never would he have believed sky people worthy of such beauty, but yet again, you had proved him wrong. Your stripes are so different from his own, more like the lightning that crosses over the beautiful Pandora skies. Running his fingers over the stripes on your lower stomach, Tsu’tey marveled at your beauty for a moment before getting to his stomach between your spread thighs.

This close to your cunt, Tsu’tey can see everything. Hears your heart beating frantically in your chest as your blood courses through your veins. Tsu’tey can smell everything. And it makes something wild within him roar to life. His mind zeroes in on one thing and one thing only. Distantly, he registers that you’re talking to him, that your small hands find their way into his braids, but he’s lost in the spell you have over him. Running the pads of his thumbs along the outer lips of your cunt, Tsu’tey is helpless but to lick his lips as your red speckled slick coats his journey. Pressing gently on the silky smooth skin, he watches as your cunt opens up for him, watches as the impossibly small slit stretches the further he pushes.

Repeating the motion, Tsu’tey growls desperately when a fresh dollop of slick emerges from your cunt, the red speckles in it almost beautiful as it slides downward. Unable to hold back anymore, Tsu’tey leans forward, bumping his nose into your swollen pearl as kisses the warm, slick core of your cunt. The sound is almost rudely loud in your otherwise quiet kelku. The slick sticks to his lips in thin strings when he pulls away just far enough to meet your eyes over the swell of your stomach and breasts. Licking his lips, his nostrils flare as the taste hits his tongue, effectively sending his brain into a frenzy. Almost immediately, Tsu’tey dives back in, this time plunging his tongue straight into your core, lapping eagerly at your soft, warm walls. His nose keeps hitting your precious pearl, the hot air from his lungs blowing over it in rapid succession as he dines on a taste he’s never had before.

The taste of your coppery blood combined with the impossibly sweet and heady taste of your natural slick had Tsu’tey all but whining between your thighs, his digits tightening around the plump of your thighs as he held on for dear life. Driving his tongue as far as he’s able to reach inside of you, Tsu’tey breathes heavily as he makes a seal around your cunt, sucking while he licks at your insides. The taste of you explodes on his taste buds with each lick, making him push further and further to get more. He feels almost desperate when your small hands pull hard at his braids, trying your best to lift his head from your molten core.

“T-t..” You stutter, your breath coming harder than his, “T’ey,”

“Yawne,” Tsu’tey answers your call, his voice husky and raw, even to his own ears.

But you’re too far gone. With the little break that you obtained, your head falls back, hitting their nest while you continue to breathe heavily, your small chest lifting and sinking rapidly. It fuels something so primal inside of Tsu’tey that he physically had to clutch onto the bedding to keep himself from pouncing on you. He doubts the stretch would have truly hurt you, had he not been able to hold himself back. The amount of slickness and the plump readiness of your cunt told him as much, but even though you had told him how much you loved the stretch, Tsu’tey was acutely aware of your size difference.

So instead, Tsu’tey eases two digits inside of you, grinning proudly when he meets no resistance, just the slick, plump heat of your hole. Spreading his fingers, Tsu’tey watches as your head bends further back, a moan escaping your gorgeous red-bitten lips as he adds another finger. Like this, you’ve told him, he’s bigger than any human male known to history. It makes his chest puff ridiculously with pride. Add his own cock to the mix and you were a pampered little mate.

“What are you thinking about, yawntu?” You huff a chuckle as you look down at him.

“Nothing, yawne,” Tsu’tey smiles as he leans up to kiss your lips.

Pulling back, there’s red smeared on your face. The realization that he’s wearing you on his own face has his tail whipping painfully behind him with excitement. There’s something so intimate about this, an experience a Na’vi mate could never give him. For a moment, Tsu’tey thanks whatever power Eywa had in changing his mind, whatever made him turn on his opinion and pursue you. Staring down at you, there was no doubt in Tsu’ey’s mind that no atokirina could ever compare to your beauty. Try as she might, the Great Mother could not create anything even comparable to the beauty you held in his eyes. Grinning smugly, Tsu’tey spread your legs even wider with his knees, huffing proudly when your breath hitches.

The way his chest breathes deeply makes his heavy cock glide through the slick of your cunt, your size difference enough for there to be enough motion between you. The sheer heat of your cunt never ceases to amaze him, and try as he might, he’s unable to keep his hips from thrusting, to keep himself from seeking out your tight, slick heat. Pulling back, Tsu’tey meets your eyes as the head of his cock catches on the slick, hot “O” of your cunt. Swallowing audibly, he watches as your body shivers, your cunt spasming, kissing his cock head with an excited greeting. Wetting his lips, Tsu’tey presses forward, feeling his cock crown the tight circle of your cunt before you clench, sending his cock sliding through your slick to end under your navel.

“Tsakem rä'ä si, txopu rä'ä si, yawne,” Tsu’tey growls, his accent heavy, “Do not do that. Do not be scared, yawne,”

“I could never, yawntu,” Lifting your small arms, Tsu’tey bends down for you to grab onto the back of his neck, letting your weak arms press him down into a gentle kiss that touches his very soul.

Leaning his forehead to yours, Tsu’tey tries pushing forward again. The angle is weird like this, making it difficult to line up, but he wants to be close to you, wants to watch the exact moment he breaches your body, just so that he can see your pupils dilate to nothing but black. His cock catches on the ripe, slick circle of your molten core, but this time, when he presses forward, you don’t clench beneath him, denying him access. Instead, your body grows boneless beneath him as you relax, allowing him passage to the innermost sacred place of your body. It’s the easiest, most difficult glide Tsu’tey has had in his entire life. Never before has your body felt like this, clutching onto him as if the very thought of him leaving sent panic through your slick walls.

Groaning, Tsu’tey stills, letting the stretch of his size cement for just a moment before he pulls his hips back, tutting at your distressed whining before he slams into you, this time guided by the slick from his first slide. It fills you up to the limit, the head of his cock hitting that gloriously smooth and plush thing deep inside of you. It caresses the shaft of his cock, just behind his sensitive head while le butts into your wall. Distantly, he knows that he can go no further, but he still tries, pressing until his hips finally meet the plush meat of the crook of your thighs. You’re spread so wide beneath him that for just a moment, he wonders how you haven’t broken yet. Instead, you’re clutching onto him as if your very life depended on it, and when he pushes up on his hands, pressing the full weight of his body on your connection, he can see why.

Beneath your navel, there’s the clear indentation of his own cock beneath your skin. It isn’t the first time Tsu’tey has seen it, but there’s something about it this time that sends him over the edge. Involuntarily, his hips thrust hard, sending your body upward with the sheer force behind it. Your small shoulders meet his wrists, stopping your journey as his cock presses further into you from beneath. It’s a surreal thing to see. One moment, you’re gasping, eyes wide in shock, and the next, there’s something hot spraying from your cunt against his abdomen as your cunt ripples harder around him than ever before while you scream. Your orgasm lasts longer this time, squeezing Tsu’tey’s cock hard as your cunt tries its hardest to milk the juices that it so longs for. But it’s not the orgasm that has Tsu’tey perplexed.

“What was that, yawne?” Tsu’tey asks, his voice unrecognizable to his own ears.

But all you respond with is a series of ‘oh god, oh god, oh god’ while you covered your face from his eyes. Now, Tsu’tey was no fool, he knew your rambled string of words meant that you were in incomprehensible pleasure. It had happened the first time he ate from your core, the first time his fingers had entered your cunt, and especially the very first time his cock had stretched you around his size. So with that knowledge, Tsu’tey set out to get the same reaction again, if only for his own pleasure at seeing it.

With the same eye for detail, Tsu’tey repeats his motions, pulling back before entering you halfway once again. It sends your head back with a long wet moan, your puffy lips parted as you grab a hold of his wrists, preparing yourself for what you so obviously have anticipated to come. Grinning, Tsu’tey slams into you a little harder than he had meant to, but it’s all the same to you. Your loud moans fill your kelku as Tsu’tey presses further, testing the limit. It doesn’t happen immediately, like the first time, but Tsu’tey isn’t deterred. He is a man on a mission, a mission he is hellbent to succeed. And sure enough, after a while, your mouth starts forming that series of ‘no no no no no’ that always comes before something mesmerizing. It spurs Tsu’tey on, his mind chasing that burst of excitement, so pure, from your body’s core.

Thrusting faster, harder, Tsu’tey is not disappointed when he looks down just in time to see that same clear spray emerge from your core, coating his abdomen not just once as before, not twice, but four times. In time with your cunt contracting around him, Tsu’tey was helpless but to give into your core’s demand. With a final thrust, he sheats himself as deep as he’s able to while his body pumps you full of his seed. He’s breathing hard as he lays down on top of you, holding you captive beneath him while you breathe.

“You are,” Tsu’tey pants, taking deep breaths before continuing, “Amazing, yawne,”

Kissing your forehead, your cheeks, your gasping lips, Tsu’tey takes pity on you for a second, balancing most of his weight on his elbows, only for you to whine in annoyance. Huffing a chuckle, Tsu’tey slides down carefully once more, watching you closely as his full weight is on you again. Never would he have imagined his weight to be such a comfort to you, but as you hide your face between his pecs, Tsu’tey is left to drift on the sensation of your combined bodies while you land. He doesn’t know how long it takes, but by the time you emerge from his chest, the chill of the setting sun has started to creep into your dark kelku.

“Welcome back to Pandora, yawne,” Tsu’tey teases, only for you to clench your cunt around his sensitive cock, making him hiss.

“You are a cruel man, yawntu,” You huff, but the poorly hidden amused smile lets him know that your words have no bite to them.

“I am,” Tsu’tey agrees, grinning widely as he kisses your lips. “What does that make you, ma muntxate?”

“An innocent bystander?” You try, your sheepish grin mesmerizing Tsu’tey’s heart.

“You, ma yawne,” Tsu’tey starts, leaning down to hover over your lips, “Have never been innocent a day in your life,”

It brings the most beautiful laughter from your lips, a laughter that doesn’t immediately die down, but instead continues on until it gradually fizzles out. At this moment, Tsu’tey wishes that he could make tsaheylu with you, that he could show you the love that blossoms in his heart, a love that is so strong he’s not certain he could stay true to Eywa if challenged. But you do not have a kuru and he… he does not have his kuru anymore. Still, with everything that you are, you try your best to fill the gap he’s missing, letting him know how much he’s loved without actually having said the words before.

“I love you, Tsu’tey,” Because, of course, you would read him so easily. The notion is no less meaningless to Tsu’tey’s ears though.

“I love you, yawne,” He hums, kissing your lips slowly before hovering above them again, catching your eyes in his, “I have for a very long time,”

It’s an intimate moment, one heavy with emotions, with trust, and honor. You’re both from different worlds, but somehow, together, you have made it work, supporting each other with everything that you were. Tsu’tey knows that there will be nothing in this life or the next that can keep him apart from you. Beneath him, you reach a hand out to brush two of his braids beneath his ear, your small fingers gently rubbing his ear on your way back. Smiling, Tsu’tey gets up to his knees, watching his cock move inside of your small cunt. Pulling out, he watches as your red-speckled slick and his luminescent seed stick to his cock. There’s a mixed string connecting the head of his cock to the puffy mouth of your cunt for a moment before it breaks in the chill evening air. A moment later, however, his seed runs out of your wide-stretched, red hole. It’s beautiful.

Leaning forward, Tsu’tey attaches his mouth to your open cunt once more, sucking his seed and your slick from your abused and tired hole. If possible, your cunt is even hotter, even softer than before as he digs his tongue inside, slurping loudly even to his own ears. The plush of your thighs has collapsed shut on each side of his head, your cute weakness trying to push his head away, but Tsu’tey will drink his fill of you. Not even your gasped whines from above stop him in his ministrations before, as you desperately ramble, something sweet hits his tongue and face once, twice before your thighs fall dead from his head.

It takes him a moment to realize what has happened, but when he does, his cock twitches with interest. You, however, lay completely boneless above him, your breathing coming hard and fast, your eyes closed. Taking pity on you, Tsu’tey licks his lips before gathering you up in his arms. A bath would do you both good before some food and sleep. In the morning, Tsu’tey would quench his thirst for knowledge and you would let him, one way or the other. Grabbing a blanket, Tsu’tey wraps it around you, covering your modesty as he learned the hard way how sky people valued that sort of thing. Walking out of your kelku, Tsu’tey headed toward the river.

“Brother,” Jakesully shouted from the entrance of the communal meal, “Dinner was served a while ago,”

“We will eat at home, Jakesully,” Tsu’tey turns to his… friend, only for the man in question to holler loudly.

“Yo, Tsu’tey got his wings, alright!” Jakesully announces loudly, pulling the curious stares of Atan and Takuk.

Tsu’tey pays them no mind, however, as he continues his walk down to the river. He has a mate to take care of, one who brings him such joy he hardly believed he was still alive some days. To know that you felt the same as he - Tsu’tey could ask nothing more of the Great Mother.

That pesky egg of yours, however…

#Please read the tag warings! #tsu'tey x human reader #tsu'tey x h!reader #tsutey x human reader #tsutey x h!reader #na'vi x human reader #na'vi x human #na'vi x reader #tsu'tey #tsu'tey te rongloa ateyitan #avatar x human reader #avatar 2009 #avatar 2009 x reader #mech writes #Reypaytun #tsu'tey x reader #tsutey x reader

[sluttyft]

Invisible Smoke - C.S.

athr's note: idk if i hate or love this BUT M BACK!!!

warnings!! ANGST NO COMFORT. Mean!Chris (selfish, no emoional responsability, yells at the reader and insults them). Yelling, Swearing, Fighting, Being uncomfortable, idk if i missed anything.

summary! Y/N struggles to adjust to the new dynamic in her relationship with chris as his fame startes to rise, and their time together becomes slimmer. what happens when Y/N stands up for herself?

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It had been a few months since that fateful night at the noisy party, the night when fate had brought us together. I had been wearing my favorite pair of heels which, as luck would have it, had broken just as I was walking towards the bar. It was then that I spotted Chris, looking at me with an amused smile playing on his lips, and I mustered up the courage to ask him for help.

To my surprise, he not only fixed my heel but also struck up a conversation with me. His blue eyes stood out against his pale skin, which was shining in different colors from the lights around us. We had exchanged numbers amidst the chaos of the party, and that was the beginning of our story.

Fast forward to the present, and I found myself sitting at the dining table, surrounded by my new family. Chris was sitting to my right, but it felt like he was miles away from me. Matt was on my left, and Nick was in front of me, while MaryLou and Jimmy occupied the two ends of the table. I couldn't help but feel like something was off.

Chris seemed distant, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that he didn't have any time for me anymore. I had been struggling to adjust to this new dynamic in our relationship as his fame started to rise and our time together became slimmer, and it was taking a toll on me. As the night went on, I found myself lost in thought, unable to fully enjoy the company of my loved ones.

His words reverberated in my head, and I felt my heart sink as I realized the severity of the situation. We had just arrived back at my apartment, and he was pacing around the kitchen while I sat on the sofa, my hands covering my head as tears streamed down my face. He watched me cry, his face devoid of any emotion as he spoke in a cold, harsh tone.

"Can't you just be normal?" he asked, frustration evident in his voice. "I'm asking you for one basic thing, and it's not that hard." He walked up to me, towering over me as his hands swung around in anger. "I didn't mean to, okay?" I tried to explain, my voice shaking with fear. "I just wasn't feeling good, and I didn't know how to express it." His face contorted with rage, and he let out a bitter laugh. "Oh, Y/N… you're so selfish, you know that?" he said, his voice laced with sarcasm. "You never think about anyone else but yourself." As he looked down at his feet, I felt a wave of despair wash over me.

The person I loved most in the world was standing in front of me, but he seemed like a stranger. The hurt and anger in his eyes were too much for me to bear, and I knew that something had changed between us forever.

I stood up, feeling my anger taking over me while tears started to pour out of my eyes. "Well maybe if you would've asked me what was wrong none of this could've happened," I muttered, my voice trembling with emotion. Four long months of taking his constant criticism without uttering a single complaint had finally taken their toll on me. "And I'm selfish?!" I exclaimed, my voice rising with each word. "You're unbelievable, Chris," I said, my voice choking on my tears. I knew that lashing out at him would only result in more pain, but I couldn't back down now.

I stood there, waiting for Chris to respond. But instead of apologizing, he just stared at me, his eyes flashing with anger. "What do you want from me?" he said, his voice cold. "I can't be everything to you. You're always so needy, always wanting more. It's never enough, is it?"

I felt a surge of anger and frustration rise within me. "That's not true," I said, my voice trembling. "All I want is for you to listen to me, to care about me. Is that too much to ask?"

Chris sneered at me. "You're impossible," he said. "I can't deal with you anymore. I'm done."

And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, alone and broken. I watched him go, feeling a sense of despair wash over me. I knew that we would never be able to make it work, that our relationship was doomed to fail.

But even as I thought that a small part of me still held onto hope, still believed that maybe, just maybe, we could find a way to make things right. But deep down, I knew that it was just wishful thinking, that the reality was far bleaker than I wanted to admit.

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[apollostears]

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 # ！︎

↠︎ warning(s) + request: angsty-ish, fluff, hurt/comfort, might be ooc aki, devil!reader. Just wanna say that u are really talented (idk what vocab should i use since english is not my first language) in writing i love ur fic so much <33 what i wanna add is the snow devil herself have pastel blue from hair root to pastel purple ends gradient hair color, mint green left eye and sky blue right eye, the snow devil would be so insecure about her looks. The snow devil also was the adoptive elder sister to Makima. Thats all ty if u did write this. Its ok if u dont tysm <33

↠︎ pairing: aki hayakawa x devil!reader

my sweetest love @missshinazugawa, i offer you the humblest of apologies for how long this took :( pls forgive me!! <3 thank you for the support bookie

as the snow devil angel, your looks always stand out

with pastel blue and purple hair and heterochromatic eyes, attention was inevitable and growing up you were picked on a lot for the difference

makima was your younger sister via adoption but she always defended you like she was the eldest

the devil hunting society was cruel and people’s comments on your appearance had gotten worse

everything took a turn when someone vandalized your desk, with words like ‘demon’, ‘freak’, ‘useless’, ‘ugly’, etc. 

and usually you could tough it out but the fact that smth like that was able to happen so casually to you in the workplace, you couldn’t help but become overwhelmed with emotions.

embarrassed, you left the building and went to the roof. 

aki, makima’s most competent leader, had found you

unbeknownst to you, aki was beginning to fall for you and found you stunning! 

he had surprised you by sitting next to you on the ledge of building, letting you cry into his shoulder

aki cursed the people who vandalized your things and vowed to find out who did it (he did)

you weren’t expecting this from someone who vehemently hates devils

his presence and conviction to defend your image were calming and allowed you to see him in a different light

from there, the two of you began a friendship  that is now a relationship!

with makima as your sister and aki as your boyfriend, you don’t get picked on at work anymore

but sometimes people in public get too obvious in their stares and disgust with a devil being around them

aki matches them with a stare of his own, one just as mean. he always has an arm around you but it tightens whenever you get uncomfortable

usually people get the hint but every once in awhile, you’re shielding your eyes from witnessing your lover beat the shit out of another person thats overstepped

he’s fiercely protective of you and loves you downnnnnnn 

aki would rather speed up his death than hurt you/allow someone else to hurt you

if you’re ever feeling bad afterwards or just in one of those moods where your insecurities are overwhelming, aki commences ‘self-care with aki day’

its where he takes care of you and pampers you, making sure you feel at least half as beautiful 

you guys are usually  sleeping in, reading, cuddling, watching tv/movies, eating your favorite foods, and doing some skin care when these things happen

he also posts affirmations all over the house and packs your bentos with them all the time 

calls you ‘pretty’, ‘gorgeous’, ‘beautiful’, ‘lovely’, and ‘angel’ pretty much every second he breathes

this man works overtime to protect your body from the negative thoughts of others and yourself

he loves staring into your eyes and saying “sorry, they’re so mesmerizing angel” whenever you scold him for looking too long

is 100% your biggest fan

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. @kennyackermanswhore @chaoticevilbakugo @indiecursor @gabzlovesu @desiray562 @brownmochii @knjkitten @sweeneyblue1 @namjoonswifeyy @nyxeclipse @rubinocore @somerandompipzsxh @dabilovesme @histarean @hannas16 @caribbeanwifey19 @emonaculate @po3ticb3auty @waka-umm @wilsonsbuck @ctrlstar @jealousfuckingcunt @savagemickey03 @dukina @saintblk @sisnot @littlemochi @hoohoohope @ruubric @tor-tor8 @beautyfairykei @lilvampirina

#mayawrites #anime #chainsaw man #aki fluff #aki headcanons #aki csm #aki x reader #aki hayakawa #aki x devil!reader #csm x reader #csm hcs #free palestine #free gaza

[awoogayanderes]

BEING GIYU’S CHILD AND HOW YOU INTERACT AND GET ALONG WITH THE OTHER HASHIRAS

➪ characters : giyu tomioka, kyojuro rengoku, tengen uzui, shinobu kocho, muichiro tokito, mitsuri kanroji, obanai iguro, sanemi shinazugawa, gyomei himejima

➪ warnings : mention of death

➪ other notes : honestly, idk if some of these characters are ooc but i tried my best

Giyu Tomioka :

- giyu never really imagined himself with a kid

- he was always too busy, nor was he mentally prepared to care for a tiny human

- but nevertheless, here you are

- the first time he ever saw you was when he beheaded a demon that was terrorizing families

- he heard weeps and crying that didn’t stop, somebody was alive and then he saw 4-year-old you sobbing not realizing what happened

- he stared at you in disbelief and a bit disgusted at your snotty crying face

- he was wondering what to do, would he leave you in a home for children?

- thoughts raced through his mind but he noticed you gripping his uniform and holding out your arms, wanting him to lift you up

- he hesitantly did, stiffly carrying you in his arms and you stopped crying softly sniffling from your recent breakdown

- maybe having a kid isn’t too bad he thought to himself as he walked back to his estate

- as much as he tried to hide you, master ubuyashiki noticed almost right away

- he called in giyuu to talk to him and that’s when giyuu told his master, ubayashiki was okay with him keeping you just as long as you don’t get into any fights with demons

- even then, giyuu hid you for another year, and once you turned six, he couldn’t keep you a secret anymore

- giyu tried his best to be a good dad and be there for you, you were the complete opposite from him

- you were bubbly and cheery and very talkative

- he liked that you were more extroverted than he ever was but if he wanted you to stay like this, you needed social interaction

- so he brought you to a meeting the master set up, the hashiras were utterly shocked as they saw a small child holding giyu’s hand walking confidently

- even gyomei sensed a way younger and smaller presence than anyone there

- giyu lightly pushed you in front of him, waiting for you to introduce yourself like both of you recently practiced

- “good morning! my name is y/n and he’s my dad,” you pointed to giyu. “i hope we can all be friends,” you confidently said, chest puffed out with your hands on your hips

- rengoku smiled happily, tengen gave a toothy grin, shinobu’s eyes widened before giving you a small smile, muichiro had the same blank expression, mitsuri smiled sweetly at you, obanai looked perplexed, sanemi scowled, and gyomei clasped his hands together crying

Kyojuro Rengoku :

- you get along very well with him from the start

- he thinks it’s very interesting how giyu is your dad and yet you’re the opposite from his personality

- mentioning personalities, your personality resembles rengoku’s quite well

- he has a younger brother so he knows quite a lot about children

- his bright red and orange hair immediately caught your attention and he was the first hashira you talked to

- “rengoku-dono is your hair color natural?” you look up at him staring at the fire hashira

- “yes! i inherited it from my father,” he told you

- if you bring him any food at all, expect him to yell out “delicious”

- if he ever goes to see his brother, he’ll definitely take you with him so you can get along with younger people

- because rengoku tries to talk to giyu often, he’ll trust rengoku with you

- if you’re interested in fighting, he’ll start teaching you with a wooden sword

- on his free time with you, he’ll go buy bento boxes with you in which he yells “delicious” after every bite

- this eventually leads to you yelling out “delicious” whenever you eat

- giyu even got scared the first time you screamed out “delicious” after taking a bite out of your food

- if you do something that you weren’t supposed to do, he would give you some constructive criticism

- he’s one of the best role models, making you admire him very much

- “rengoku-dono, my dad told me that you talk to him a lot, is that true?”

- “yes that is very true, you should try to encourage him to talk more, he’s a clever man,”

- i think the way he shows you physical affection is by putting a hand on your shoulder

- it’s a small gesture, but it’s reassuring

- overall interaction experience with him would be a 10/10

- he’s never mean to you, instead he tries to build your character, he genuinely cares for your well-being, he’s an amazing person

Tengen Uzui :

- he will tease you to no end

- chances of you getting along with him are low at first but they slowly increase over time

- you’re impressed by all precious jewelry he has on his body

- so you decide to go up to him, curiously looking at him

- “sir why are you shiny?” you ask him

- he looks down on you mockingly and says “i’m a flamboyant man”

- he will get on your nerves, then proceeds to call you un-flashy when you get annoyed

- even then he’ll try his best to make you flamboyant, considering you’re nothing like your dad, it gives you more of a chance to be a flashy and eccentric person

- if you ever meet his wives, they’ll go into mom mode, well that is if suma isn’t crying

- you probably like his wives more than you like him

- but on a more serious note, tengen would definitely tell you to always express yourself

- and as much as he annoys you, he does actually care about you

- he wants you to be free like a bird

- if there’s time, he would take his wives and you to eat under sakura trees

- when you’re with giyu you often call things flashy or un-flashy, your dad could be mentioning something and you’d go “papa that’s not flashy at all”

- cue giyu looking at you confused

- “tengen-dono, how come you always tell me to express myself and be flashy,” you curiously ask him as hina brushes your hair

- “let me tell you something kid, being plain is boring and living a boring life isn’t worth it, until you live an eccentric one first,” he smiles

- his way to show physical affection is to slap you on the back

- when you start crying because of that he panics, forgetting that you’re literally six

- overall interaction experience with him would be a 7.5/10

- after getting used to his teasing, being with him isn’t bad, plus his wives make up for any misfortune that happens

Shinobu Kocho :

- naturally you want to hang out with her

- after all, she’s the hashira your dad gets the most along with

- so one day when’s she about to enter her estate, you call after her, “ms. kocho, is it true you can kill demons without decapitating them?”

- “yes thats true, did your father tell you?” she asks smiling politely

- “um no, rengoku-dono told me but i think it’s amazing how you’re so smart,” you boast and compliment the young woman

- if you’re interested in medicine, she would let you watch her make some after having you wear safety gear of course

- she would educate you a lot about everything, not wanting you to grow up stupid

- she would also be very protective of you, especially because giyu confides in her with you

- you are more than welcome to the butterfly estate if your dad is on a mission or if you just want to hang out with aoi or the other girls

- when she has free time with you, she looks at butterflies with you, she feels genuine happiness when you look at the delicate creatures in admiration

- she also gives you a butterfly clip and you boast about it when telling your dad

- “dada look! ms. kocho gave me a clip,” giyu just stares at you as you happily rant

- she knows how to take care of kids especially after taking care of kanao when she was a little

- sometimes you’ll even ask her about your dad since she seems the closest to giyu

- “shinobu-dono, what do you think of my dad,”

- “he’s a very quiet and reserved man, in fact i didn’t actually believe you were his child when i first saw you,” she gave you her classic smile.

- her way of showing physical affection is my booping you on your nose

- though she prefers to show other types of affection, booping you on your nose seems like the easiest way to show you appreciation

- overall interaction experience with her would be a 10/10

- she knows what to do around her and you give her really good company, she’s like an aunt

Muichiro Tokito :

- he’s probably the one you least talk with

- when giyu first told you he was only 14 you were happy because you thought you could be with him since he was the closest in age

- but you forgot that your dad said that the young boy barely talks to anyone

- so you went up to him “are you muichiro-dono?” you asked and he blankly stared at you before blinking and walking away

- being the persistent child that you were, you followed him around everywhere

- he honestly didn’t care or mind if you were with him or not

- if he could describe you, he would say you were a shiba dog

- because even though you were adorable, you follow him around

- but he slowly starts getting used to you

- if you followed him around for enough time, he would sit on benches and look at nature and his surroundings with you

- as quiet as he can be, you can tell he’s not annoyed at you well you hoped he wasn’t

- if you spend any free time with him, he would sit in a flower of fields with you

- sometimes he would talk about things you had no idea about

- there was one time where a meeting was about to take place and he saw you hugging your dad’s leg when muichiro saw you

- he then said “the shiba dog to the decorative ornament,” you were confused by his statement but smiled at him nevertheless

- afterwards you asked him what he meant and he pointed at you simply saying “shiba dog”

- back with giyu you told him he was a decorative ornament and he looked perplexed

- his form of physical affection if he shows any would probably be holding hands

- the few times he holds your hand, he feels appreciated, knowing that you voluntarily follow him around to hang out with him

- overall interaction experience with him would be a 8/10

- if you want to be around a quiet aura, muichiro is your person, he enjoys a bit of company even if he doesn’t show it

Mitsuri Kanroji :

- right off the bat, she absolutely adores you

- she thinks you’re so cute and she’s extremely happy when you go up to her

- “um excuse me, i love your hair color, mitsuri-dono” you told the blushing girl

- “thank you so much! you’re such a sweetheart,” she cheerfully says

- she definitely goes up to you more often, wanting you to hang out with her

- she loves how sweet and bubbly you are

- she will congratulate you a lot for your successes and will tell you she’s proud

- 100% mom energy

- despite giyu thinking she shows too much skin, he doesn’t mind her due to the fact that she tries to chat with him every time they meet

- she talks to you often and you often just stare at her a bit confused because of her rambling

- despite that, she appreciates having someone who will listen to her

- often, obanai will be around her, evidently making you hang out with him

- he minds you but won’t say anything because of mitsuri, he loves her after all

- on her free time, she will teach you how to play menko and despite you barely understanding it, she’ll teach you for as long as she has to for you to grasp some understanding of it

- you eye down your dad, “yes y/n?” he asks sensing your stare and you pull out some cards

- “fight me papa,” you say ready to play some menko, he sighs but slightly smiles

- bonus : he somehow lost

- her way of showing physical affection is by hugging you, she wants you to feel loved no matter what

- she’ll give you bear hugs especially if you’re sad or crying

- overall interaction experience with her would be a 9/10

- she shows you some mom love and affection but obanai can sometimes stare you down

Obanai Iguro :

- he immediately dislikes you when he first sees you

- you were giyu’s child, and he hates giyu

- but being the confident kid you were, you came up to him because of his snake

- “mr iguro, i like your snake,” you said looking at kaburamaru

- obanai’s eyes stared at you and said “mmm, he’ll bite you if you’re not careful,” wanting to scare you

- you weren’t threatened by this, which surprised him a bit

- you remembered that your father said that obanai was a harsh person

- when you follow him around, he often gets annoyed at you, he doesn’t like children

- even then, he starts to realize that you’re way more sociable and sweet than giyu

- he still often berates you unfortunately

- you get mad at him a lot, not backing down when he insults you, mixing gasoline with more fire was never good

- giyu probably tries his best to keep you away from obanai, not wanting to cause problems

- but if by some miracle, obanai has a good day like mitsuri giving him attention, he’ll be sort of nice to you

- he sees you walking by when he decides to call you over with you scowling at him

- “hey idiot, want to touch kaburamaru?” he asks you and your eyes beam up at him

- after this encounter, he ends up tolerating you

- if he ever spends any time with you, he’ll let you pet kaburamaru, thats the closest you’ll get to him

- you tell your dad that snake skin feels very cold and he’s shocked as he realizes that obanai let you touch kaburamaru

- the way obanai shows physical “affection” is by poking you, he mocks you by the way you jump back

- overall interaction experience with him would be a 3/10

- he tolerates you but he’ll always be mean to you, but he lets you be with kaburamaru

Sanemi Shinaguzawa :

- oh boy, get ready to fight this man

- he already hates your dad, so why wouldn’t he hate you

- but nevertheless, you go up to him

- “sanemi-dono, i really like your sword,”

- he smiles crookedly looking down at you, deciding whether or not to insult you

- if you follow him around, get ready for him to blow up on you accusing you of stalking him

- his favorite words to use on you are idiot, stupid, brat, and dumbass

- you were very confident in telling him off, telling him that he has no reason to be mean to you just because you’re giyu’s child

- this actually makes him start to tolerate you

- if he likes you enough, he’ll teach you to fight but like obanai, he’ll insult you to no end

- you’re very smart for being really young and he kind of sees himself in you which is the one of the main factors of why he tolerates you

- genya wouldn’t talk to you, feeling jealous of how his own brother gave you more attention and guidance than sanemi gave him

- when sanemi is training you, he’ll call you names in order to get you more mad

- “you stupid brat! move faster and try harder if you don’t want to be hit,” he yelled at you

- “shut up! i’m trying my best!”

- one day giyu saw you in the back of his estate hitting a hay man with a wooden sword and you were silently insulting it

- he notices that you’re using sanemi’s strategies and decides to ask you, “have you been training with sanemi?” you nod before saying “this hay man is sanemi and i am fighting him,” giyu sweat dropped

- if sanemi spends his free time with you, he shows you his rhinoceros beetle, then tries to fight you afterwards

- the way he shows physical affection is by flicking your forehead

- he knows he can’t hurt you too much but a flick not only hurts but it makes you annoyed

- overall interaction experience with him would be a 5/10

- he insults you and pisses you off but he also helps you get physically prepared, good luck being his mini subordinate

Gyomei Himejima :

- you knew your papa respected him the most so you immediately respected the strong man

- when you first saw him you were amazed by his physical and hashira status despite him being blind

- you came up to him, “how are you so strong even though you can’t see?” he clasped his hands together

- “i’ve trained my body to the maximum capacity” he tells you

- he always knows you’re around him when he hears a lot of movement

- when you follow him, he will ask you if you want to hear a story

- he’s used to being around kids so he has knowledge about them

- he always tells you to value your life and protect those around you

- he always gives you advice and appreciates when you seek out for help with him

- he also tells you some secrets within the hashira community

- he gossips with you because he knows you won’t say much besides be shocked

- this gentle giant is your second father figure

- being the strongest hashira means that he’ll help you work out

- giyu trusts you with gyomei since he knows the stone hashira wouldn’t cause any harm

- eventually, you get the habit of constantly clasping your hands together

- you are now a small gyomei, wise to what your brain can handle and calm like a boulder

- gyomei spends his free time by telling you stories of his past and how he turned out to be a demon slayer

- his way of showing physical affection is to pat you on the head

- despite the small gesture, his big hands lightly pat you on the head, truly showing his gentleness with you

- overall interaction experience with him would be a 10/10

- you really like hanging out with him, he’s never made you mad and not only does he respect you but he also trusts you

#written by terra #sincerely terra #engraved with tenderness #yandere demon slayer x reader #platonic demon slayer #giyu tomioka x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #tengen uzui x reader #shinobu kocho x reader #muichiro tokito x reader #mitsuri kanroji x reader #obanai iguro x reader #sanemi shinaguzawa x reader #gyomei himejima x reader #this took so long to make omg

[hotxcheeto]

Hello!

Can you write something with Vi x Fem!reader, where Vi gets sick and the reader takes care of her?

I just want some fluff, I'm a bit off rn :/

━ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Vi x Fem!Reader 

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, sickness, idk what else

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - I hope you feel better darling <3 here it is, a bit short, but it's late and I thought this was cute

Vi was like a big baby, your baby, but still a baby.

She'd whine to you, cling to you, complain to you. Everything she'd never think about doing in front of anyone else. And it was even worse when she was sick.

Not that you minded.

If anything it was adorable, but Vi hated it. She hated how vulnerable she could be, or worry she was bothering you.

But it never did, and you didn't mind.

"Y/n?" You were lying quietly beside her, running your fingers through hair, not caring about the slight sweat from her fever. Half awake and eyes fluttering open and shut as you fought off sleep incase she needed something.

Worried even in exhaustion.

"Hm?" You then responded. She was quiet for a moment, staring up at you through the dimly lit room, rain quietly pattering against the windows.

It would've sent you back to sleep just by the sounds of the weather and the calming sounds of her breathing. You nearly did fall back into your light slumber when her voice stirred again,

"Do we have more of that medicine?" She croaked out in her sickly, groggy, deepened voice.

She knew you did, but she also knew that it was across the apartment and you'd barely slept while taking care of her already.

But her head hurt so fucking back, and she couldn't help it anymore.

You opened your eyes, taking in a breath while sitting up.

"Yeah, I'll go get it, okay? And some water."

She felt terrible as soon as you began sliding off the bed, but you didn't give her a moment to second guess her ask. Taking off to get the stuff to make her feel better, not a another thought in mind despite there being many in hers.

It wasn't long until you returned with a glass of water and the medication paired with a spoon you nearly fought somebody over to get.

Hell and back just to get the small bottle, and you didn't regret a thing.

You sat beside her, giving her the water before pouring the ugly colored liquid into the spoon while Vi sat up. Each muscle aching and in pain, praying for her to rest.

"I'm sorry." "Don't be.." You kissed her warmed cheek, getting a little smile out of her while you held up the silverware. "Open wide." "Fuck me, I forgot about this part." You laughed quietly, shoving the spoon in her mouth when she talked catching her off guard.

"There you go." She made a face as you pulled back, coughing while practically guzzling the water after you set the spoon and medicine beside the bed.

"Shit.." She choked, looking at you with an expression that made you laugh out loud by accident.

"Let me feel you.." "If you ask nicely, Cupcake.." You snorted, reaching out to feel her face once more, her skin riding the line of being hot.

"You're burning up again." "I'm fine."

Your face went slack, glaring down in a playful yet scolding manner.

"Violet, you need to get some sleep." "But I don't want to."

"Lay back down." She huffed, falling down onto her pillow while you covered her up with the blanket that she couldn't pull up herself. "You comfortable?"

Vi then shook her head, staring at you with her head just barely peeking out from top of the covers.

"What else would you like, my big baby?" You leaned down, kissing her forehead a few times. "Well sunshine, I'd like the hot nurse to lay with me too." "Oh is that so?"

She nodded, smirking up at you when you began to lay beside her.

"You know I'm probably gonna get sick after this, right?" "I'll take care of you." You giggled, snuggling underneath the blanket with her, feeling her warm hand against your bare waist.

"Will you be my hot nurse?" "I don't know if I could ever compare to you." Vi then muttered as she felt your finger move up to her cheek, running along her skin, distracting her from her aching limbs.

"I disagree." Vi blinked, once then twice, looking over each little mark and feature on your face. "I dunno Sunshine, have you seen yourself? I couldn't compare." "I think you're very pretty, actually, you compare almost a bit too perfectly."

You swore her face turned a deeper shade of crimson then it already was from her temperature. Bashfully glancing away while cuddling into the pillow.

"How much sleep did you get today?" She then shrugged, humming when you ran your fingers through her hair, giving her sweat forehead a break when it stayed back. "I haven't been able to." "You feeling any better?" She shrugged once more, smirking when you scoffed.

"Maybe I should give you more medicine, so you'll really sleep through it–" "No, I'll take a nap." She nodded, assuring you as she began to change her position.

"Oh alright, just relax though, I'll set your pillows up so–" Vi wrapped her arms tightly around you, falling face first onto your chest, your body much colder than hers that ran hotter than ever now.

"That works too. You need anything else before–"

"I'm all good doc, but I'm gonna need you to stay, make sure I sleep good."

You smiled, adjusting the covers on her shivering body, looking at the rainy window.

"Could've asked. Terrible communication as a patient. But the cutest, I'll give you that." You again began running your nails through her hair and down her neck. Going over her shoulders before repeating it.

For a moment everything muffled, and it was only you and her.

"Don't stop.." She muttered, drooling against your shoulder. "That feels good." "I won't, promise. I love you."

But all there was left in the room was her quiet breathing and the sound of pitter patter against the glass.

#vi x yn #arcane vi x reader #vi x y/n #vi x reader #vi x you #arcane vi #vi arcane #arcane netflix #arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane x y/n #arcane x reader #arcane x you #vi arcane x reader #nevy writes

[babeeangel]

hey!! i was wondering if you could do sitting on itzy’s lap headcanons? kinda like your recent skz one ^ thank u <3

LITERALLY A YEAR AFTER i'm soo so sorry, maybe u don't even use your acc anymore, maybe you're not even a midzy who knows ?! I just stopped writing for a year, but when i came back to it, your request was still inspiring. I hope you like this, lovely anon <3 (it's acc worse than a year, it's 14 months lol)

Other verions: Yeji - Lia - Ryujin - Chaer - Yuna

sitting on itzy's lap out of habit.

Yeji - 422 words - fluff

Each member will be published separately (over the course of few days, i just need to finish writing one girl) because the post would be too long otherwise For a little twist it won't be exactly like skz, I'll make it "sitting on their lap as it is a habit of yours". Hope u like it and i hadn't forgotten u <3 lots of love

Yeji: would play along with it, hugging you from behind, until she'll realize what she's actually doing. Then she'd have a sudden moment of realization, and ask what you're doing here. Seeing how relaxed you are, she'd go back to her activities, accepting her fate, maybe even enjoying it. 

"Neeext". The monotonous voice of the make-up artist resonated in the busy waiting room, and despite all the noise and movement, the seat previously occupied by Lia found a new model. As everyone got swift and active, preparing for the showcase, you were the only calm one. Maybe, obviously actually, it was because you weren't involved in it, so the stress couldn't get to you. Itzy were the ones getting ready. Each member was immersed in something, and the professional staff too. Make-up, hairdos, outfits checks. The room was as busy as an anthill. Apart from you, only one girl was now calm: Yeji. She was peacefully scrolling through her phone, one remaining hair clip in her hair. She barely paid attention to her surroundings. She had been the first to get readied up, so she was enjoying left over time to destress and get her mind on something else. 

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"Sooorry? Sorry !" Yeah... Obviously when in a busy room, people like you, just standing in the middle, get in the way of others. If you were gonna stay here with your friends and be useless, at least don't be bothersome. So while excusing yourself, you walked towards the couchy bench Yeji was sitting on. As she was the only one done, the whole bench was empty. But without even thinking about it, you walked up to her, laying your hands on her shoulders, and sat on her lap. She looked up startled. This had forced her to lift her eyes from her phone. And as she realized what just happened, a pinkish color started filling up her cheeks. 

"Uhmm-h-hey what's up? What are you doing?" 

"Uhm, sitting ?" You answered naturally, unbothered, not even realizing how awkward Yeji had gotten. "What are you even doing on your phone ? Sending bubbles to MIDZY? I swear you're always thinking about them~" you continued, clueless. Your body was perpendicular to her's. And while you still latched on to her shoulders, looking down to her phone screen, she stared at you right in the eyes for a couple seconds, while you remained unfazed. "Yes I do love them" she finally replied, lifting her phone up again and getting back to typing. "You wouldn't need to get jealous though”.

A\N is this good ? I really liked this request, which was my second ever request i got so i was over the moon, but for some reason i had stopped writing. I think it was because i was very busy in April of 2022. I had exams etc, and i never came back to it ! Until i had an awakening again, this April of 2023. Idk why. Who knows, maybe in a month i'll get bored of writing again (i wish not). But the idea of starting to write again came to me in late December. So basically this project is all over the place, but it's fun ~ ( i was writing the headcanons in a lodge in Hwange hahahah). Will my BLLK followers mind me posting this ? K-pop stans and animes fans are cousins anyways <3

#itzy headcanons #itzy fluff #itzy x reader #itzy imagine #itzy #yeji x reader #yeji #hwang yeji #hwang yeji x reader

[alexthesillybilly]

What if springtrap x reader but I write it from springtraps POV idk I wanna study him this is rlly similar to another thing I wrote btw if it feels familiar :P idk why but I love writing this exact scene lmao

God, how long has it been? Months? Years? Decades? How was I supposed to know? I haven't spoken to anyone since I was left in here, and I probably never will again. I'm still trying to figure out what to do to pass the time. At first my methods were a little more about escaping, but clawing at the walls and slamming my self against the door was both very painful, and was also not doing anything for me, so I stopped doing those pretty quickly. Then I remembered there were arcade machines in this room! But then I remembered that this is the parts and service room and they were out of order. And very unplayable. But that didn't stop me, I ended up disassembling and putting them back together a few times.

That got boring, too.

Now I'm not really sure what to do. I spend a lot of my time either fidgeting with loose wires or pacing around like some kind of scared animal. After I stopped having the indescribable dread of realizing I was trapped here, it changed to craving something. Anything, really. Whether it was hearing music from outside, seeing a color other than pitch black, feeling anything other than the freezing cold tile floor and my own pain.

I think I mostly craved company, though.

I was never into psychology, but speaking from experience, I'm pretty sure that completely depriving a human of any communication or entertainment for years (decades??) will fuck someone up.

There's some sort of noise around the door. It's happened a few times, usually someone who broke in trying to get into the room before discovering it's boarded up. I don't know who boarded up this room, but I'd like to have a talk with them. Only a little murder included. So I don't get my hopes up too much. They're not going to get in.

So maybe I get a little excited when for the first time, I actually DO hear the door crack open and light pour in.

Holy shit, it's happening.

I can finally get out of here.

I felt nearly manic at the sight. So imagine my thoughts when someone walked in.

I freeze. What do I do?

There is so much I want to say.

Can I even talk?

I don't know anymore.

Who is this?

I try to look at them without moving. Nobody I recognize. That's probably a good thing.

If I move, I might scare them.

On one hand, then I'd be able to leave.

But on the other hand, I need to talk to someone, ANYONE, so bad that I can't let then leave already.

So I stay still while they approach.

They must not be deterred by the sight of me, surprisingly, because they crouch down beside me like I'm not... like this.

"What the hell are you?" They laugh under their breath. Wow, okay. First words spoken to me in this long. I deserve that, though.

I need to talk so bad but how am I supposed to talk to anyone now? I don't even remember how it works, let alone if I physically could. I pray they'll ask a yes-or-no question soon.

They stand back up.

No. No, no, no, not already. They can't leave. I have to risk it.

I try my best to tell them not to go. It comes out as more of a noise you'd make on your deathbed, but it's enough to get them to stop in their tracks.

"No. Nope, I am NOT being your horror movie protagonist who dies first, nope. Not today." They turn to run out the door. This time I'm prepared. Kind of.

"No-" I manage to choke out before realizing how much it hurts to speak, and very pathetically falling against the wall in pain. I have to get the message through, though. "Don't go."

"Hooly shit." The person stares at me in horror. "I have so many questions."

Talking hurts so bad, but nothing hurts worse than my indescribable loneliness, so I'll just have to deal with that later. I have to say something.

"Me too."

#springtrap #fnaf 3 #springtrap x reader #self shipping community #fnaf f/o #fnaf #fnaf x reader #william afton x reader #yooo im writing!! #girl talk

[kamii-2]

how i think the outsider boys would react to you coming out as lesbian

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so like this is my first time writing headcannons so i’m very sorry if they suck 😭 please enjoy this post and have a good day :))

i’m sorry that some of them are short then others 😞 idk what to put for them

warnings: mentions of homophobia, cussing, and slurs

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ponyboy curtis

he would most definitely support you

he would probably ask what it meant

after you told him he would say something along the lines of “OHHH, we’ll just know i support you” and give you a big hug

he would (attempt to) stick up for you if someone was homophobic to you

he would try to put you on with EVERY girl you say is pretty

he would help you tell the rest of the gang about you being lesbian

during pride month he would definitely give you some kind of rainbow or lesbian flag colored gift 😭

he would probably cry when you tell him bc you trust him enough to tell him first

he will definitely almost out you a couple times

like i can imagine him trying to make some random man leave you alone and he says something like “she doesn’t even like bo- ..you.”

johnny cade

johnny wouldn’t know what to say at first 😭

like he would just stare at you then say “..what?”

you’d probably have to explain to him what it means

he would thinks it’s a disease or something

he start to freak out a little 😭 “what does that mean? is it a sickness? is it contagious?”

he would most definitely support you

yk bc he’s gay and all (just like ponyboy)

he would ask you who ur crush is then ask pony to help out you guys on

he would probably accidentally out you to the whole group

like i can imagine him saying something along the line of “so how’s everything going with you and your girlfriend?” then everyone stares at you 😭

tbh i can’t really picture hum doing/saying anything else to you besides checking up on you and your crush/girlfriend

he seems like he wouldn’t care if you were lesbian or straight or anything else

dally winston

he would laugh at you at first bc he tougher you were joking

once he sees you not smiling he said “oh- you’re for real?”

he would be slightly homophobic 😭

he’s the type of guy to accidentally out you to the whole town

he would beat up anybody who made fun of you

he would says slurs but not in a mean way (ifykwim)

bro would jokingly bully you for being gay

like he would say stuff like “that’s why you’re gay” and you would say “don’t you like girls too?”

dally would see something rainbow and immediately say something to/about you

*sees rainbow cup at store* “look its your twin” and he would start laughing extremely loud after 😭

just like pony, he would try and put you on with EVERY SINGLE GIRL you call fine or look at

sodapop curtis

he would give you a big fat hug when you come out to him

he would start to cry a little 😭

he would protect you from homophobes

i could see him yelling at someone or beating them up bc they were homophobic to you

he would be so nice to you and help you with any type of relationship problems

he would be ur therapist

“soda i don’t even know what to do anymore man, i just want her so bad but-“ “shhhh it’s okay, why don’t you find a new crush?”

soda would somehow get you with your crush after only talking to her about you one time

“sooo…how do you feel about my friend y/n?” and then he would go on for like 30 minutes on why she should be with you and stuff like that

he would also get you gifts for pride month 😭

steve randle

he would be kinda frozen for a second

“steve…i like girls..” “……….me too”

he would be super duper chill about it

he would help you with any type of relationship advice or anything to do with relationships

he would teach you how to flirt

he would help you get ready for dates

he would definitely ask you to work at the DX with him and soda just to see hot girls all day (and to actually work, but mostly to look at girls all day long)

he would give you pep talks before dates/asking girls out

two-bit matthews

biggest hype man ever

would yell in happiness at you telling him

you both go to the nightly double and rate random girls

“what about that broad over there” “7/10”

you both have completely different taste in women

“that lady that just walked by was fine as hell” “two-bit matthews, that lady was ugly”

he would be so interested in all of your love life drama (all of the guys are)

he would give the worst advice ever

like don’t trust any advice he gives you bc you might get beat up 😭

he would say slurs aswell but once you tell him what they mean, he would stop

“stop it fag” “two… that’s a slur” “IM SO SORRY, I DIDNT KNOW” then he would give you a big hug 😭

he would attempt to be ur relationship therapist but would fail horribly

darry curtis

he would not care at all

“darry.. i’m gay” “…okay?”

he would protect you from homophobes (they all would)

he would let you rant to him about your love life

idk what to put for him 😭

i’m so very sorry this one is so short

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i hope you guys enjoyed this post :)) i hope you all have a good day!! bye love you all 💋💋

#the outsiders #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #darry curtis #dally winston #two bit mathews #steve randle #lesbian #platonic!reader #headcannons

[beepsparks]

Okay. Imagine the YDKJ hosts (you can count Bob in, if you want) but their personalities are the complete opposites of what you HC them to be

1:06 am, 4/28/2024

Ooh now this would make for an interesting AU idea…. Might actually doodle this at some point

This is long as hell… wee

Guy would have the most obvious and craziest change, being that he’d be WAY more unfriendly, mean, and possibly angry with just a TOUCH of maybe.. lazy (considering it’s usually hard to get Guy to actually be angry over something and not just his usual reaction to being upset, where in the games which seems to be just CRYING OVER IT), so uh, try to avoid him. You don’t want a man that could snap you in half to be angry at you!!

Now one may assume I’m gonna make Schmitty overly nice, but he IS a nice man given the chance, he’s just grumpy at times and has anger issues, so I’d say if his personality was swapped, he’d probably become hyperactive. Since I normally see him as somewhat calm and a tiny bit laid back (idk sometimes it’s hard to figure out people’s personalities for me diebjebr), if Schmitty’s personality was swapped, he would act like he’s just had 10 cups of coffee and he could fight god, probably pisses off Guy a lot. Also he’d probably talk like that one line in YDKJ TV where Schmitty tries to mimic that really fast commercial voice you hear all the time in TV ads. Also since this is the host of QUIPLASH I guess I should mention his humor, normally Schmitty would laugh at dumb jokes, but if his personality was swapped, you gotta tell him the most clever, well-thought-out joke in all of mankind or else he’ll suddenly stop and stare at you like you did something really weird.

Nate would probably be all “I don’t care anymore”, wouldn’t bother to get himself ready for anything and probably shows disinterest in basically everything (when normally Nate would at least TRY to look energized or something), try to talk to him about ANYTHING and he’d probably be IGNORING whatever you’re saying. Idk tho, again it’s hard for me to EXACTLY catch onto character personalities lol.

Buzz is a difficult one… I know for one thing, he’d probably be way more reserved about his interests and may even attempt to hide them. Maybe he’d be quicker to snap if someone wasn’t treating him right rather than bottle it up and THEN snap? Now this is more based on my experience playing volume 2, but personality-swapped Buzz would probably be a little more mean, too (since he doesn’t even try to insult me in that game tbh). Not sure how his self esteem would be, though… he could either think he’s better than all of the hosts, or he could think he’s the worst host in history. Maybe he swaps between the two constantly, who knows.

Cookie I tend to imagine as a man who’s ego is through the roof, and he’s willing to verbally kick people down in order to keep that confidence. (Idk if that counts as a personality trait tho) So if Cookie’s personality was swapped, this man would be absolutely pathetic and think he’s awful at everything. Also since he hosts Fibbage, I suppose another thing is that he’d be an awful liar. Also he’s probably way less unhinged than normal Cookie is. Despite I’ve seen a lot of Cookie clips, his personality, like the others, can be pretty complex so it’s hard for me to exactly hit the mark lol.

I suppose I’ll throw in Bob bc why not, even if I don’t know much about him or his personality yet… probably doesn’t try too much, either, doesn’t like bright colors, and likely is into REALLY OLD STUFF rather than whatever aesthetic he’s got going on + “whatever the kids seem to like these days so I look more relatable and entertaining”

#they’re all my interesting little goobers and I might make this an au #ydkj #you don’t know jack #jackbox games #guy towers #josh schmitty schmitstinstein #schmitty #nate shapiro #buzz lippman #cookie masterson #bob headrush

[octomae]

uhhhh ok so I have a couple requests for the Coroika prompt list :)

Anyway it won’t fricking paste for some reason, but #10 from the QP/platonic fluff list, (the one about the stars) with Aviskull :3 I headcanon them as qpps but you can make it however you want

ALSO #3 from the Hurt/comfort list with Gorai, idk I just imagine Rider putting a lot of pressure on himself to be strong and Goggles would help him out :D

Ofc if you don’t like any of these ships or you just don’t want to do them for any reason you don’t have to

ooo i got another ask with gorai so imma do aviskull :3 I LOVE QPPs!!!!! ive never written for avi before so i hope i get him (somewhat) right lol

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The roof of the apartment building was cold against the flat of his back, and Skull stared up at the fireworks popping with deep booms overhead in showers of color. The sounds of the Splatfest were muffled by distance, the cheering of a crowd nothing more than a soft buzz on the night horizon.

"Hey." A light poke to his arm snapped him to reality, and Skull turned his head to look at Aviators, who smiled and lay beside him. "Lost in thought?"

Skull shrugged, turning his face back up to the sky. After another moment, he tugged his bandana down, breathing in the night air without the fabric blocking its way.

Avi raised a brow behind his glasses. "Okay, I guess it's that kind of night." And without any hesitation, he removed his aviators from his face and tucked them into the pocket of his squid satin jacket.

Aviators didn't uncover his eyes often, if not at all. Similarly, Skull didn't tend to uncover the lower half of his face. That they were able to do such things with each other that they didn't around others felt reassuring and comfortable. Skull let the feelings wash over him.

"Feels different than before," Skull said, staring up at the sky. "Splatfest."

It was their first one since Team Blue had shown up and kicked their asses in that rematch. Skull had forgotten what winning a turf war and a ranked battle was supposed to feel like. The effortless wins made everything feel monotonous. Even splatfests had become boring.

But for some reason, it wasn't boring anymore. The sky was filled with color now. Skull barely remembered what his first splatfest felt like, the joy and thrill of that first party when he was younger, but he imagined it probably felt something like this. His chest felt as though it might burst. He didn't really understand why.

Avi shrugged, scooting closer to where Skull lay and poking his shoulder again.

"Different good, or different bad?" Avi asked.

"I... can't tell." Skull continued to stare at the sky, and Avi continued to stare at Skull. He knew what Avi's eyes looked like. He was probably the only one who did.

"Well if it's not bad, it's probably alright I think."

Skull only watched the stars, a churning feeling in his hearts. He'd failed, hadn't he? Wasn't strength all that mattered?

"Do you... ever miss Vintage and Omega?"

Avi made a surprised noise at the question, but when Skull turned to look at him, he went quiet. He remained silent for a moment, before turning his face towards the stars and away from Skull's piercing gaze. "Honestly? Yeah, sometimes."

His hearts sank in his chest. He couldn't bring himself to look away from Avi's face. "Do you regret coming with me?"

"Dude, what?" Avi snorted out a disbelieving laugh. "Nah."

"But... Team Purple isn't... We lost to-" Skull could hardly get the words out, huffing in frustration when his throat closed up and nothing slipped through anymore.

"You think I'm staying with you just because you're strong?" Avi shook his head with a laugh. "C'mon, Skull. I'm with you until all the stars fall out of the sky, and even then I'd never leave you behind. I don't care what team I'm on so long as you're there too. If we win, if we lose, that doesn't matter to me. Only you do."

The declaration rendered him speechless. Unable to find the words, Skull reached a hand down and took the one Avi had been poking him with.

Avi paused, glancing down at their joined hands before lifting his face and smiling at Skull.

"I'm with you," Aviators repeated, the bright colors of the fireworks overhead reflecting in his eyes. "No matter what."

Skull squeezed the hand in his own and found a smile on the corners of his lips.

#aviskull #aviators coroika #skull coroika #coroika #splatoon manga #my writing

[merakiui]

I love the dilf serial killer Jade agenda but I can only imagine how hard it would be for reader when the child starts growing up. Idk how much Jade would reveal to them or desensitize them, but if darling is able to raise their child so that at least some part of their brain can process things normally, it would be heartbreaking for the child to learn the truth that mommy and daddy weren’t in the loving relationship that they were raised to believe. The times whenever mommy would stare at them, even if for just a moment, with fear in their eyes the more they grew up. Why mommy didn’t like meat and refused to feed them meat whenever daddy was away. Jade can’t keep them inside forever and eventually they’ll need to explore the world, and reader both anticipates and fears this day. On one hand this will give the child the opportunity to broaden their horizons so they won’t be influenced by Jade as much, even though Jade loves them from the bottom of his heart who knows what he’d do to them down the line. However on the other hand they pray that they didn’t release a possible mini Jade into the public who would inflict the same kind of torture and suffering like his father. And I think readers biggest concern is now that the child isn’t the main concern/focus anymore, what happens to them now?

I think Jade would take the child to the sea first. They'd be introduced to mer society before they ever step foot in human society. As they were growing, you would read all sorts of fairytales about the land and ocean to them, and Jade would tell them stories from his own childhood as he reminisces his youth. It didn't take long for tales of merfolk and colorful sea creatures to capture their attention and, through years of story-telling, your child falls for the ocean's charms. After all, not every child can boast that their parent is a mer. Jade promises to take them to the sea once they're old enough. You'll have to come with, of course. He can't leave you chained in the house for such a long time.

Besides, if you're staying with his parents you won't get very far. Most merfolk love to meet humans because the opportunity to do so doesn't come up as often as it should. And since you aren't accustomed to a tail, you'll have to rely on Jade to help you navigate through the water. Be grateful he doesn't let you sink to the bottom while he helps your child swim.

Although underneath this seemingly normal family exterior, there's always the thought of what happens next. Jade's been generous enough to let you be part of the child's life for so long now, but you're certain his patience can't last forever. You're too worried to broach the subject, so you remain quiet and are relieved that you're allowed to live another day. Since he hasn't raised a blade to you yet or put you into a deep slumber, your escape plans might work. The only thing holding you back is your child. They caught you one night, reaching for the door knob, and were so confused when you quietly and frantically explained that it isn't safe.

Your child could only frown, not quite comprehending why you'd ever want to leave Jade. He's the best dad in the world. Hearing that admission from them turns your blood to ice. Perhaps it's selfish when you wish to save yourself from this nightmare. You just can't figure out how to save your child when they so clearly look up to Jade. It's truly heartbreaking.

#twisted chit chat #serial killer jade

[sexy-sea-basss]

Ohhhhhhh Luciiiii

Spare thoughts on anything?

this might be an inside look at how my brain works haha i don’t have thoughts for long, nothing really sticks. so please enjoy these three random thoughts i’ve been thinking about for the past day or so.

-saw a step by step on how to make croissants and someone said “mm too much butter” SIR. it’s a CROISSANT. it’s like 70% butter. just say you hate the good things and move on

-I’m gonna die one day being an absolute menace on the road or being a bitch in general. i’m not says that i drive crazy, it’s more oh a mmmm don’t fuck me with kind of vibe… idk how to explain. Like, if I see you speeding behind me, bet your ass i’m gonna slow down purposely. Im a rush? not anymore. If a car didn’t let me cross the road, when i had the right of way, i am glaring at you. don’t even try to wave at me, i will flip you off. Men will try to make me laugh at the auto shop or licor store, i’m straight faced. no reaction cause you ain’t funny my guy. I live in a sketchy down, where everyone has guns, so i won’t be surprised if someone ever like threatens to shoot me hahah like listen man, i get it but also, c’mon.

i know online im like a really nice person and all, but irl, i’m just a cunt hahah yall don’t have to deal with the harsh exterior facade i use to protect myself. yall just see me for who i am, minus the bitchiness cause no one’s been mean to me yet

-lowkey miss church. i miss the stained glass window i would stare out of instead of playing attention, the horribly sung hymns i would try to not to giggle at at, and the devil making me sleepy at church (per my mom. it’s the devil snaking his tail lulling you to sleep). The aesthetic is so pretty, the different colors for different seasons, i even miss the priests long ass tedtalks, the body and blood of christ. i dislike the church and what it stands for but i love the aesthetic & the ritual.

#luci answers #jesus tag #random thoughts #brian’s empty atm

[incorretlynamedcambrianexplosion]

K life is back on track (after hospital trip and catching up on school from it) and the writing creachur is waking up again.

I have a wip about Dew and Delta. The timeline is wacky but hopefully it makes sense.

Also I’m struggling with headhopping so hopefully it’s consistently from Dew’s view? Idk, I might switch with a focus to Delta we’ll see.

And it looks shitty, but italics are in * since that’s how notion works and I don’t know if tumblr will format that correctly. Whatever, it’s a wip

Aether looks away from his guest with a glance to Dew, then back to the stranger. But that’s no stranger. No, that long jet black hair is so familiar, his rounded jaw and square chin. He still has chains hanging from the loops of his pants. He turns around, and Dew’s mouth goes dry.

“Oh,” the stranger—no not a stranger, a lost friend—tilts his head. His voice is just as soft and flat as it was years ago. His eyes are so familiar, though changed. New purple color swirls deep near his pupils as he examines Dew. “Dewdrop?”

Dew wants to run head first into his chest. He wants to feel those arms around him again in a cold embrace. He wants to move, but his feet remain firmly planted on the tile of the infirmary. He can only stare.

What has happened to Delta?

He looks just like Dew in a way that is terrifying. The slits against his throat aren’t gills anymore, that’s for sure, but they haven’t closed like Dew’s. They still open and close with his breathing revealing a purple abyss of stars that clearly isn’t attached to his body. He still has his webbing. His ears don’t look right, though. They’re a mix of thin membranes folded over, as if trying to mimic the way that Aether’s ears fold over like a goat. The skin is melded together.

Dew’s throat feels too tight, too overcome with emotion. Delta is alive, by some magic or divine influence, and *here*. He’s standing here and seemingly healthy. He still has his webbing and gills, and that hurts more. *It’s not fair,* Dew thinks, but then quickly shoves the thought down.

“Delta?” Dew’s voice is small, but it sounds booming in the echoing walls of the infirmary. He finds a will to move and takes small steps forward. He tries to not make it obvious, the way he stares at Delta’s morphed features. “What did they do to you?”

Delta’s ears twitch, and the way they move is unpleasant, pulling and straining against his melted skin. His gills open when he speaks, and Dew wants to stick his hands into the abyss that opens just to see how deep they go. Would they be just as cold as the abyss? Or would they be as warm as his body? It’s a morbid thought, but Dew entertains it.

“I don’t know,” Delta looks down and starts picking at his hands.

They stare at each other in pained silence.

Dew has one million questions he wants to ask, like how long ago this happened, but he can’t voice them. Not when Delta’s face looks so pained despite how he looks down. Not when Dew’s throat is closed up.

Aether sighs deeply with arms folded over his chest. “Mountain found him. He was banging on the panes and broke one. M said that he looked like a ghost, like he wasn’t given a physical form during summoning.” Aether waves a hand before it drops dead to his side. “Which, I guess in a way is true?”

Delta nods along with Aether’s story confirming it even if he doesn’t talk much about it.

Dew takes a deep breath just to force his throat to open up, even if just for a moment. He’s still trying to comprehend that Delta is even alive, let alone that he’s *changed*. He’s here, with his chains, and long hair tied back with a pen from Aether.

#ghost band #explosion’s wip #dewdrop ghoul #delta ghoul #aether ghoul

[rouninren]

so i've been extremely overwhelmed by....... i guess everything online lmao, it's really hard to focus on things when you're constantly bombarded with things you don't really need at the moment

i'm trying to get back into journaling but damn it's so hard. i know my head isn't empty, i spawn walls of texts almost daily, but my mind goes blank when i'm in front of an open notebook because i don't know what's truly worthy of writing down? it's kind of like with drawing at this point. i'm stuck with the art block because i don't know what's worthy of drawing. and guess what made me feel this way? the social media lmfao. i hate that literally every idea i consider cool i never depict because my brain immediately goes like, "who cares about this?", "this won't get noticed and also you're too late, so don't be cringe", etc

i hate this so much idk. anyway, i think i'm going to make a list of things to focus on, both personal projects/artistic inspirations and fandom related ones. i do have things i overfixate on for years, so why am i letting myself be distracted by some random content ideas that only matter to me for like a day or two...?

i should also start limiting inspirations in general, looking at my folder rn and realizing that there are just WAY TOO MANY things i want to incorporate into my work and it really overwhelms me. reminds me of various artists saying that "less is more" and holy crap i should start limiting myself. this is something i slowly started to realize on my own when i did some pixel art, which is limited already due to its nature, with some color palettes instead of randomly staring at a color wheel for half an hour, not being able to decide which one to use.

also i found out about artfol, social media for artists, and so far it seems promising? haven't tried it yet, maybe i will upload some stuff there later. also maybe i'll finally sort everything here on tunglr dot com and make a separate art blog and will use this one as my "main"-diary-esque blog where i won't post much. it's not like i'm on here anyway, my dash feels overwhelming so i don't even scroll past 3-4 posts a day anymore on here. i'm tired of social media. it doesn't feel personal anymore, it's not fun, not interesting...

fomo effect used to fuck me up before something clicked and i stopped scrolling things. because due to nature of the modern internet, i have more chances of stumbling across useful/interesting information if i just keep scrolling through junk. since as you know, google is dead anyway, shit is hard to find these days, and indeed, every cool thing i managed to find was through random braindead scrolling (post 2016 i mean, i miss mid 2000s era when stuff was actually GOOGLEABLE and you didn't need to scroll long ass feed to stumble across cool things, you could get there at your own pace while just surfing the web). so the habit was made worse by "damn what if i miss some obscure post that features obscure cool thing that will matter to me once i get to know it??" but i'm just so fucking exhausted... everything i love about the internet because so dormant, niche even. the internet, as i define it, is dead to me. it's really heartbreaking

#ronin.txt #art rambles #social media addiction

[maschotch]

Warm Colors, Cold World

day two: changing leaves

significantly shorter, slightly darker. i’m picturing teenage hotch, maybe first year of high school? shortly before his father’s death. i wanted to hint at hotch taking every opportunity to not be at the house, but idk if it really came across lol. no direct references to “has he started hitting you back yet” but just know that was playing in an endless loop in my mind while writing this

mentions of child abuse, 600 words

Fall was a complicated season. Sweltering summer days were tampered, slowly but surely, by the night’s chill. The cold crept towards the day, transforming into brisk mornings and cool nights. Warmth followed the sun and dissipated in its absence. Mild afternoons turned all too quickly to frigid evenings, times when the wind blew right through you, like it was its mission to freeze your very bones. Nights outside meant a shivering chill with the possibility of a cold the next morning.

 Opportunities to hide away were whittled down by portents of winter.

With fall came school. Aaron liked school. Books and homework kept his inquisitive mind busy. The judgmental stares and hushed whispers behind his back in school hallways were preferable to drunken raves and the constant threat of violence in the hallways of his house.

 Lately, he noticed how the town gossip aligned more and more with his father’s insults. “Scrawny,” “hollow,” “queer,” “lifeless,” “worthless,” “nothing but trouble,” “wild-eyed,” “better off dead.” He could shrug it off easily enough. They weren’t saying anything new: these were truths he’d learned about himself at an early age. That pain was a distant memory. He had more to worry about.

 He didn’t really resent anyone for saying it, but it was encouragement to fulfill their expectations. Not all the bruises came from home anymore: he got into plenty of fights on his own. He even started winning some of them. There was a little pride in being able to deal as much as he was dealt, but having a reputation for violence meant injuries went unquestioned. When asked, he’d say he broke his wrist in a fight. It’s also how he got his black eyes, his broken nose, his dislocated shoulder, shattered ribs. He was a reckless kid. It comes with the territory. Makes a better excuse than falling down the stairs every other week. One can only be so clumsy, but no one thinks twice about a belligerent teenager.

 Fall was complicated. With school came its own set of problems, but at least school was safe. The most savage beating from a group of high schoolers paled in comparison to what waited at home. No, no. School was safe.

 During the weekends or the few hours of sunlight after school, Aaron liked to walk around the woods. “Exploring” or “adventuring” were fantasies left behind in childhood—or where his childhood should’ve been. He was old enough now to accept these woodland wanderings for what they were: a means of escape.

 Illusions aside, he still enjoyed walking through the trees. There was a limit to the amount of nights he could stay out in the cold, and he grieved for the passing summer nights of warmth and fireflies. But there was a special beauty in fall that bred colors without parallel. Bright yellows and deep maroons could be found littering the forest floor, ornamenting the weakening trees, and sometimes exploding in the sky of a setting sun. The vibrant array of color came with its own kind of warmth. Maybe not as effective as high temperatures or heat waves, but it stirred his heart nonetheless. A senseless, fading beauty in the looming shadow of winter.

 Maybe the bounty the trees had to offer in fall was meaningless in the face of death, but there was something about the futile declarations of life that Aaron identified with. Screaming against fate, “I’ve survived this long! I’ve made it this far!” 

 So Aaron enjoyed his days outside, kicking up scattered leaves and admiring the trees, pretending he wasn’t counting the days until the dreaded snow arrived. Instead he tucked away a particularly striking shade of orange into one of his books and dared to hope he’d survive the upcoming season.

 He realized long ago that it wasn’t a guarantee.

#hm. disappointed w myself. i couldve been more emo about it #aaron hotchner #cm writings #cm fics #curse these fall days