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lueurjun · 4 months ago

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f1 driver!boyfriend heeseung.

request — if you are accepting requests i was thinking maybe something like formula one driver heeseung x reader where they travel to support him at his races all around the world, and also watching their boyfriend become world champion at the end of the season? thank you <3 !! 🎀

eek ! sorry this took so long. i have been in a deep writers block. but i hope you enjoy this lovely <3 this is long, my bad… i got carried away because i loved writing this. i had so much fun im not even kidding, i think i’m going to turn this into a written series for heeseung.

refer to this edit for the vibes—it has me in a chokehold and gave me the motivation for this.

rocking back and forth because ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

LEE HEESEUNG?? FORMULA ONE DRIVER?

SEDATE ME ! I NEED THIS

ahem anyways :)

heeseung’s career began at eight years old when his parents finally gave in and allowed him to start go karting.

f1 was his dream! he had posters in his room. miniature car figurines in a glass case that he didn’t let anybody touch. he sat for every race, knew every driver and owned so much merch that his mother had to hide her credit card

it’s giving maddy knew who she was from a young age- it’s giving obsession- it’s giving me with my enhypen obsession-

it was clear from the get go that this kid had some talent. he knew what he was doing and he knew how to do it better than anyone else

though he’s always been a little bit of a shit talker and ended up in several friendly feuds with other upcoming drivers.

lmao can you imagine 8 year old heeseung bickering with max verstappen?

as he grew older, he began competing in various competitions, and won the majority of them which opened up the doors to competing internationally

years later, he secures a position in F3 and gradually works his way up to F2. eventually, he makes it into F1 as one of the most promising drivers, under the guidance of red bull

now let’s introduce you

*louder than heeseung* hey 😘😉

you met Heeseung at one of his karting races when he was 15. instantly recognizing his potential, you had him sign your phone case, insisting that he was going to be famous one day and you wanted to sell it on ebay when he did.

absolute icon if you ask me

he thought you were being ridiculous, but he couldn't help but feel flattered by your confidence. after signing your phone case, he surprised you by asking for your number.

and who are you to pass up on the opportunity to keep in touch with a soon to be famous racer?

i can race faster than him just sayin ✋🙂‍↔️🤚 broom broom

the two of you remained in touch, and you attended as many races as possible to support him as a best friend. two years later, just as he secured a seat in F2, heeseung nervously asked you to be his partner.

which, of course, you were more than happy to.

now, onto present day: f1 driver heeseung with you, his beloved partner.

not you in your wag era-

i genuinely see you owning a tiktok account where you kinda just post daily grwms or vlogs which feature heeseung and your life travelling with him

and everybody eats it up because they get to see the human side of heeseung not just the aggressive driver that shit talks everything and everyone

yes i’m making him a sassy shit talker because i want to SUE ME

you kinda prove to his haters that he’s actually a huge nerd with the cutest personality, which garners him a lot more support

his team ADORES you for this

but it’s also really funny because why is the p2 winner, cocky red bull driver giving your followers a haul on all of his toy story merch?

his helmet is definitely custom designed as buzz lightyear and i find that absolutely adorable

he also has your initial on his helmet somewhere that everyone thinks is so sickeningly cute

he calls it his good luck charm

you receive some hate with jealous people accusing you of only wanting his money and fame

haters come outside i’m not gonna do anything. haha. i just wanna talk ( and set their hair on fire ) just a lil chit chat 😃

but for the most part, you are actually very much adored

if fans see you walking around, they call out for you to take pics with them

which you do, albeit with a little hesitance, as you’re not used to the spotlight and don’t quite understand why people idolise you.

ummmm because you’re perfect🫶 hope this helps

in this scenario, you’re a full time influencer which makes it easy for you to travel alongside him and attend all of his races

which is good because you couldn’t make his japan gp due to an issue and he damn near lost his mind

bro was STRESSING

i would be too if i had u and had to deal with a couple days without u 🫶

he made it everyone’s issue

his team were so tired of him that they sent you multiple texts begging for you to get on a flight

he was so sassy during his interviews and the viewers immediately knew it was because you weren’t there

‘bringy/nback’ trended with memes making fun of him for being a brat without you there

he finished really badly that weekend

bro relies on you fr

when you eventually returned at his side for his next race

he was back to his angelic self

you made him apologize to all the team

imagine you stood behind him with your arms crossed, shaking your head while he sheepishly apologises in front of everyone for being difficult HAHHAHA

he was all smiles in his interview and got p1 because he was eager to impress you

gigglin and kickin my feet BECAUSE HES SO CUTE

and you’re stood in the paddock, watching with the biggest grin on your face

when the podium celebration rolls around, you’re front row and he makes sure you get hit with some champagne with the biggest shit eating grin you’ve ever seen

he ruined your very expensive outfit but you didn’t have it in you to be mad

i would never do that to you personally- just saying, your clothes would always be in pristine condition if you were with me… just sayin ✋😌🤚

when the two of you leave literally anywhere, he gets swarmed by fans

tells them to wait a second, and gets you to the car safely before he jogs over to sign some stuff

if you can’t get to the car, he makes sure your hand is in his, keeping you close whilst he signs things

he’s always hyper aware of your safety in public

if you’re instantly met with flashing lights, he will either cover your eyes or take off his hat and put it on your head to shield you

your safety always comes before his

also can we talk about your fashion?

you always dress to impress, never a bad outfit day

pfft is anyone surprised? you’re literally gods gift to earth- MOVE HEESEUNG

travel days are always so tiring for heeseung

which is when you become the protective one

holding him protectively whilst you both wait for your flight

running your hands through his hair

he holds you so tight; he doesn’t care who sees or about getting teased by his fellow drivers

when you’re finally in the air, whether it be private jet or not, you always make yourself into a personal pillow for him

it could be the cushiest flight known to man, and you’d still be his pillow

that should be me fr

he sleeps like a baby the whole time

and you don’t mind because you know he needs it

in the days leading up to the championship, he becomes…

unbearable? whiny? annoying? come here, i’d never- sorry sorry 😔

tense…

his stress levels are through the roof and nothing really helps other than just letting him be

he’s snappier than usual, but after many years together, you’ve learned to let it go

because you know this is a huge deal for him and he always apologises afterwards

the only thing you can really do is serve as his support and try to relax him as best as you can

like couple spa days when his schedule isn’t crammed

sightseeing to enjoy the beautiful country

even lying in your hotel room the night before, reminiscing about your relationship and his journey to becoming one of the best

you’d feel his heartbeat beneath your back which would be pressed up against him

his shaky breaths against the side of your neck as he pressed nervous kisses beneath your ear, nibbling slightly on the lobe

god… i’ve seen what you’ve done for others

“will you still love me if i don’t win tomorrow?”

you can tell he’s straddling the line between joking and genuinely needing reassurance

so, you do what you always do

you turn, cup both of his cheeks in your palms, and press your forehead against his

“you look funny.”

he’d giggle, and you’d start wiggling your eyebrows to make him laugh harder

and he always does, because to him, you’re the funniest person he’s ever met

then, you’d scrunch up your nose and gently sweep it against his, eventually leaving a kiss on the bridge.

“i will love you no matter what. even if you wake up tomorrow and decide that you want to quit, i will love you. even if you decide to walk away from it all, i will love you. because at the end of the day, it’s not the trophies that matter or the podiums. it’s you. you, you, you! your happiness, your peace of mind. you are my greatest achievement; you are my championship win. and i will love you until my heart beats its last pump of blood.”

if you look closely, you can see me drowning in the shower-

a million kisses are shared that night before the two of you finally slip into a steady sleep

when the next morning rolls around, heeseung doesn’t talk much as he gets himself ready for the race

you’re a bundle of nerves as you follow behind him, hand clutched in his own

pre race cuddles are a must in his little rest room

there’s not much talking, heeseung quite likes his silence to gather his mind and enter his racing headspace

but his hold on you, and the way he looks at you speaks for itself. you don’t need his words to know that he loves you and he wants to win not only for himself or red bull, but you.

“if we win this, i’ll give you my helmet to sell on ebay. i think it would go nicely with the signature i gave you at 15.”

your heart quite literally melts into a puddle at the memory

you grin, peppering a bunch of kisses all over his face until you finally land on his lips, soaking in the pre race nerves and savouring the taste of nutella from his pancakes he had that morning

“oh, i am going to be absolutely loaded.”

the two of you share a laugh, knowing silently that you’d never sell it on ebay because it’s tucked away in your memory box, where it will stay until you’re grey and old

a piece of the past where the two of you very first met

the peace drains from the room as though a plug had been pulled from the bathtub, with tension and nerves flooding in

look at me getting all poetic 😌

heeseung doesn’t let go of your hand until he absolutely has to

leaving you alongside his family members with a kiss so passionate it left your mind reeling

his mother grabs your hand after sharing her own moment with him, and the two of you hold on tight to the hope that he’s going to win

the race is tense, you’re almost in tears from the chaos and the nerves

your heart feels like it’s seconds from stopping as the end to the final lap approaches with heeseung in close second

he’s going to overtake, and you’re not quite sure whether your heart could handle it

STOP WHY IS MY HEART POUNDING AS IF IM THERE PLS

you grip onto his mother, the two of you holding onto each other in anticipation

it happens within seconds, you barely have time to process it

heeseung overtakes, barely missing the Ferrari car as he does so

several seconds later, your world stops as the red bull team bursts into celebration

someone is shaking you, gripping onto you with pure elation but everything is in slow motion

heeseung just won the world championship

your heeseung just won

nah because why am i crying? someone take my laptop i’m far too into this

you choke out a sob, allowing his mother to cradle you in her arms with tears flowing down her own cheeks

you’re a crying mess, blubbering proudly and unable to make sense of anything

you don’t even care that the camera is on you, displaying your reaction for everyone to see

“he did it!”

“he absolutely did!”

you don’t know how much time has passed before he’s running towards you, yanking the helmet off

there’s no time to process anything before he sweeps you up into his arms, pressing kisses all over your skin wherever his lips could fit

he holds you like you’re the trophy, lifting you up proudly like a medal

tears cascade down your cheeks like a summer waterfall, while warmth and joy spread through you

he did it. he actually did it.

“get that helmet signed, boy. i’m gonna be rich!”

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rollinouttahere-writes · 1 year ago

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Strawhats with Rob Lucci’s younger sibling? But they aren’t aware of CP9 due to ✨reasons✨ and just think their big brother wanted to work at Water 7

Anon, I have some extremely unfortunate news for you. My dyslexia pulled a fast one on me and completely omitted the word 'strawhats' from this request, and I didn't realize it until I had already finished writing it and came back to post it. I am so sorry, feel free to send this request in again if you want to give me another shot to properly answer it. I'm gonna be reading requests 50 times over just to make sure I don't do this again. I am mortified. Hope you like this regardless, so sorry again.

Estranged

Yandere Rob Lucci x Sibling Reader

2.7k words

This was going to be a good thing for you, a healthy change of pace. An opportunity to move on from your past and no longer let it weigh you down. It was for the best, even if everything felt more than a little hollow right now.

After you finished putting away the rest of your belongings, you meander to the open window to take in your brand new surroundings. Water 7 was easily the most beautiful city you’d seen in your entire life.

A light breeze carried the scent of the ocean into your small apartment. The walkway as well as the canal beneath you was busy, full of people going about their daily lives. Everyone here seemed so gleeful and carefree, as if they didn’t have a single problem hanging over them. You wonder if you’ll be able to fall into a similar state of mind.

Probably not, but you can dream.

Your train of thought is interrupted by your cat, Roberto, leaping up onto the windowsill next to you. You lightly scritched behind his ears as he looked down at the bustling city with his typical scowling expression. He was the grumpiest cat you’d ever met, but that just made his toleration of you all the more endearing in your humble opinion.

Shutting the window, you make your way to the door, “I’m gonna head out and take a look around the neighborhood, don’t cause any trouble while I’m gone.”

Roberto barely spared you a glance before jumping down to the floor to curl up in a sunny spot to sleep. A small smile tugged at your lips. Yeah, you weren’t worried about him doing anything bad in your absence. For all his standoffishness, he was a very mild mannered cat. As long as his food and water bowl were filled (which they were), he was fine.

You’d barely made it out the door before a couple of kids went sprinting around you, narrowly avoiding a collision. One of them shouted a quick “sorry” over their shoulder but kept on running to wherever their destination was, giggling about who knows what.

They looked similar. Siblings probably. Just like that, your mood took a nosedive, much to your aggravation. How childish to be bothered by merely seeing two potential siblings. You needed to get over it already.

It’s not like you were ever going to see Lucci again. He was gone and you needed to accept that.

The relationship you had with your older brother was odd to say the least. Mostly in the sense that you didn’t really have one to go off of. The last time you’d seen him, you were three years old, so you two could only be so close.

At the time, you felt like you were thick as thieves with him. Wherever he went, you followed, and vice versa. He’d do everything with you. From tying your shoes before you figured it out, to letting you wear his top hat, to fighting anyone else at the orphanage that had the audacity to try and pick on you. Even back then, you could distinctly remember how stoic he was, but you never doubted that he cared about you. And also his pigeon, Hattori.

The only time you could recall where he was upset with you was when you’d spent the whole day pestering him to tell you about your parents. The orphanage was all you’d ever known, but surely he remembered something about them. After hours of changing the subject or blatantly ignoring you, he snapped, “It doesn’t matter! They aren’t here anymore, only I am. Just be happy with that and stop asking.”

You didn’t bring it up again. Not that you exactly had much of a chance to.

The following day was a strange one. Some men in suits showed up and took Lucci “on a walk”, not letting you come with. They never came back. When you asked the nun running the place where your brother was, she acted like she had no idea who or what you were talking about. It was as if he’d never existed.

Without your brother around to protect you, it became abundantly clear what a shithole that place was. You’d come to the sad realization that he’d been giving most of his food to you so you wouldn’t have to go hungry. There was also the issue of having to watch more and more kids disappear every couple of years and having no idea what happened to them or if you were going to be next. The general consensus between you and the remaining children was that they were being sold into slavery, but you never were able to confirm that.

As soon as you were old and strong enough to go off on your own, you did. For years you would bounce around the island doing odd jobs to stay alive all while trying to get a clue as to your brother’s whereabouts. Nothing ever came up, so when you scraped together enough money, you left for another island.

You repeated this cycle for years. Working, investigating, and then moving when the trail was cold. As disheartening as it was, you couldn’t bring yourself to give up. He wouldn’t give up if the roles had been reversed, so you wouldn’t either.

At least that’s what you told yourself at first. When you were first thinking this, you never imagined that he would still be missing over a decade later. You had never considered that you would genuinely never find so much as a hint to his whereabouts. Or his livelihood.

At this point, it was easier to assume he was dead.

“I could go for a drink,” you mumble to yourself as you take a look around and notice a bar. You’ve been so caught up in your own thoughts that at this point you don’t even know where exactly you are. How responsible.

You push open the door to the establishment and do a quick once over. It’s busy, but not crowded. You should be able to quietly enjoy a drink or two without much trouble.

The sound of wings flapping catches your attention, and the next thing you know, something lands on your shoulder and starts cooing. Slightly startled, you snap your attention to where it landed and see a white pigeon happily nestling itself into your neck.

Holding out your hand, you gently guide it onto your finger to get a better look at the bird. It’s wearing an adorable red necktie and looks positively thrilled to see you for whatever reason. Despite your previous bad mood, you can’t help but smile. You’ve always had a soft spot for birds. What a cutie.

Someone at a nearby table laughs loudly, “Look at that Lucci, even your bird is better at making friends than you are!”

Your blood runs cold.

“Lucci?” No. No it can’t be.

Slowly, you crane your neck around to look at where the voice had come from. That’s when you see it. The top hat. The dark, curly hair underneath it. Your breath catches in your throat as the man turns around. His facial expression is one of pure annoyance, until his eyes meet yours. Then he looks like he’s seen a ghost.

It’s him. He’s aged, obviously, but you would recognize those features anywhere. That’s your brother. That’s Lucci.

As if on autopilot, you mindlessly approached him, “Lucci, is that really you?” Your voice is so quiet that you’re not sure he could even hear you. He didn’t respond, so you continued, “I looked everywhere for you. Is this where you’ve been?”

Logically, you know you should be ecstatic to see him again, but as he continues to silently gawk at you something else creeps into your heart.

Rage.

“You gonna say something, or are you just gonna keep staring?” One of your hands snaps out to shove at his shoulder. Still nothing. “I’m your fucking sibling, your own flesh and blood, and this is how you treat me after all these years?! I thought you were dead!” His fists clench and unclench, and his breathing is becoming uneven, but he still won’t talk to you.

In a fit of fury, you snatch a pint of beer off the table and throw the contents of it in his face, “Fuck you, I never should have wasted my time looking for you!”

Hattori flies off you from the commotion and is circling the table. The patrons of the bar are mostly silent save for some gasps and hushed whispers, but you don’t hang around any longer. You can’t. You don’t want to let that bastard have the satisfaction of seeing the tears that are seconds away from spilling over.

How dare he? How dare he do this to you? You’ve spent all this time remembering him fondly, searching for any sign of him, and when you finally find him completely by accident, this happens. He gives you the silent treatment and acts like he doesn’t know you. You thought he was dead or a slave when in reality he was leading a normal life and getting a drink with his buddies.

Maybe he’d been glad to get rid of you.

You choke out a sob as you run, not sure where your feet are taking you but hoping to see anything that can point you to your apartment. All you want to do is to curl up in your bed with your cat and cry. Fuck it, maybe you’ll pack up your things and leave Water 7 tonight. You can’t stomach the thought of seeing him again now.

You can register the sound of someone running after you. Probably the guy whose drink you threw if you had to guess. Way to go, (y/n), making a scene and ruining your reputation within hours of moving to a new city. You don’t want to face the consequences of your actions though, and pick up the pace to try and get away from them.

This doesn’t work and they close the gap far quicker than you expected. Strong arms wrap around your torso, and they pick you up and carry you into some quiet alley. You try to kick and scream, but your kicks do absolutely nothing and a hand covers your mouth.

As soon as you’re out of sight of the general population, you’re put down and pushed into a wall. You can finally see who your assailant is, only to lock eyes with Lucci. Scoffing, you slap away his hand, “What? Now you want to talk?”

“Yes, I do,” his response surprises you. You hadn’t actually expected him to speak to you after how he was acting at the bar.

“Oh really? How come you didn’t want to talk before? Too embarrassed to speak with me in public?”

“I can’t speak with you publicly, but not for that reason.”

He didn’t elaborate further, but you decided to move on. There were a lot more things to get to. You cut to the chase, “Where have you been?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

Forget this, he’s fucking with you at this point. You try to walk away from this pointless conversation, but he’s holding onto your wrist and won’t let go.

“I’m leaving, I don’t want to talk to you,” you’re trying to wrench your arm out of his grasp but he’s much stronger than you thought. He wouldn’t budge.

“We’re not done talking,” his eye twitched in irritation at your behavior.

“We never started talking! You aren’t saying anything meaningful, I would get more out of talking to a brick wall!” You screamed at him, trying not to start crying again.

While you’re trying to get away, you feel something land on your head. This makes you stop and calm down ever so slightly. The cooing immediately gives away that it’s Hattori. You hold up your hand for him to hop on. How is it that you’re connecting with the pigeon more than your brother? You sighed, “At least someone is happy to see me.”

From your peripheral vision, you can see Lucci stiffen and avert his piercing gaze. He grumbles a bit, “I am… Happy. To see you.”

You scoffed, “Wow, that sounded so convincing.”

Lucci released your wrist, and if it weren’t for Hattori thoroughly enjoying the attention you were giving him, you would have taken the opportunity to leave. You eyed him warily as he inched closer to you, looking incredibly unsure of what he was doing. Then his arms reached forward and enclosed around you in what was hands down the most stiff and awkward hug of your life.

He let go and took a couple of steps back, refusing to make eye contact with you, “There, do you feel better now?”

Your memories took you back to the time you’d scraped your knee while playing tag with Lucci when you were children. In typical little kid fashion, you were inconsolable from the minor injury. He carried you back to the orphanage and bandaged your knee himself, but didn’t know what to do when he saw that you were still upset. In a last ditch effort to get you to calm down, he’d brought you into this uncomfortable side hug while looking everywhere except for at you. The whole display was so silly looking that you couldn’t help but giggle at him.

Despite everything that just transpired between you two, your heart felt warm. He hasn’t changed a bit after all. You chuckle, “No, that hug was terrible. Not to mention that now I smell like beer.”

“And whose fault is that?” His eyes narrowed at you accusingly.

“Yours for making me mad enough to throw it at you,” you laughed again at the dramatic eye roll he did in response.

“You’re the only person in the world who I would let get away with that, I hope you appreciate that,” he muttered.

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” you shrugged off the comment, not putting much stock into it. The previously tense atmosphere had relaxed, but there was still some awkwardness to it. It was unavoidable really, after this much time apart you two didn’t know each other. What were you supposed to talk about? The questions you asked before went unanswered so now you didn’t know what to do.

“What are you doing in Water 7?” Lucci had mercifully been the one to break the silence.

“I just moved here. Wanted a fresh start, you know? What about you? Can you at least tell me that?”

“I’m a foreman at the Galley-La Company, have been for a few years,” he states plainly.

You’re honestly surprised to have received a real answer. You decide to push your luck and ask another question, “How come you never came back?”

Lucci took his time mulling over how to respond, “I wasn’t able to. If I could have, I would, but it wasn’t an option. I can’t tell you why, but I need you to believe me. The second I’m in a position to do so, I will tell you, but for now I simply can’t.”

“What the hell are you tied up in?” Something bad is going on here, but you’ll be damned if you have any idea what.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Well, looks like he’s done answering your questions again. At least you made some progress. The awkward silence came back, and you found yourself wanting to go home. You needed time to take all of this in and decompress.

Setting Hattori onto Lucci’s shoulder, you tell him as much, “It’s been… Interesting seeing you again, but I’m tired and want to go home.” You don’t wait for him to respond before hurrying away.

“I’ll walk you back,” Lucci closes the distance quickly and the look on his face leaves no room for argument. You suppose that’s fine. Him knowing where you live will make meeting up again later easier.

You have no idea how your relationship with him is going to evolve after this. Considering how much time has passed, it’s impossible for things to go back to how they were. Maybe you’ll be able to forge a new and improved sibling bond with him, but only time will tell.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #yandere one piece #yandere #platonic yandere #rob lucci #i am so embarrassed kill me

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polyklok · 1 year ago

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Nathan Explosion full Alphabets

Pickles

Skwisgaar

Toki

Murderface

If you’re unaware, I did an headcanon request thing using these two alphabets

It got a bit more popular than I expected and my askbox got flooded. I loved doing it! But I ended up cramming a lot in a short amount of time, so I’m just gonna finish off the alphabets for every Dethklok member. It might take awhile. If you’re getting impatient waiting to see what I said about your favorite boy, you can look up the tag “Polyklok is real” to find all my posts including the previous headcanon requests.

Anywho-

Fluff

A for Affection-

Slightly more affectionate than you’d expect! Nathan isn’t one to show a lot of emotions or vulnerability at first. There's a good chance that you're just a fun piece of eye candy to him. He might have an arm around you when in public, but things like cuddling are reserved for after sex and after sex only.

As he starts to open up, he becomes more and more addicted to your soft touches and gentle holds. He leans into you whenever you are vaguely close to him, nuzzling his face into your neck and letting his hands settle on your hips or waist. Soon, it becomes mandatory for him to be attached to you whenever you're in the same room. Especially whilst cuddling, he is not letting go. Will carry you to the bathroom if needed, just to continue feeling your warmth.

B for Best friend-

It’s sort of stressful. Not because of Nathan specifically, but because it’s fucking Dethklok. You’re going to need to live a very private life when you’re associated with them, unless you want to be stalked and harassed daily by overly-obsessive fans. And that’s if you can even get any of them to engage with you in the first place, which is a task within itself.

IF you somehow manage to pull off the impossible, Nathan is a pretty silly dude. If he already likes you, it’s fairly easy to make him relax and laugh with you. Most of the time, the two of you will be drinking and making fun of dumb stuff until early in the morning. But he’s never gonna really open up to you. If you try to get into his personal life or mental health, he’s just gonna straight up cut you off permanently. You’re luckily you weren’t killed by Klokateers.

C for Cuddles-

Once he's settled into the relationship and comes to terms about his more unbrutal feelings for you, he quickly becomes comfortable with regular, sappy couples things like cuddling. Very comfortable.

You know those dogs who are big but think they are small? He's kinda like that. If you're lucky, he'll scoop you up first and hold you against him. If you're unlucky, he's too tired to think of such a gesture and will straight up collapse on you. While 'Death by Nathan Explosion' may seem good in theory, the truth is that you have to stick around for him, which means you can't come to peace with suffocating in his phat tits. I'm sorry. If he does lay on top of you, it's gonna have to be across your legs while you scratch his scalp; his favorite way to cuddle BTW.

D for Domestic-

Nathan is a little complicated.

On one hand, he grew up among perfect domesticity. A nice, middle-class suburban neighborhood with a hardworking Dad and a stay-at-home Mom who loved each other and him very much. He often helped his Mom with chores around the house, went fishing and hunting with his Dad, even spent time on the farm with his grandpa. Everyone was happy and life was simple. Even today, when Nathan pictures the 'perfect lifestyle', he imagines a friendly community and being a part of a couple as loving as his parents are.

But then again, he wasn't ‘happy’. He despised the white-picket fences, and gossipy neighbors, and (gag) public school. He spent his early life trying to get as far away from that as possible. He lives to buy stupidly expensive shit, destroy it in the most violent way possible, fill his nights with drugs and booze, tour around the world singing about death and destruction, be worshipped by hundreds of hot girls only to watch their faces fall as he returns to you, and then have you screaming in his bed before the sun rises. Nathan wants chaos.

Eventually, you'll find balance. He realizes he create his own version of the American dream, with you by his side as his perfect partner, his equal. He'll still be apart of Dethklok, still live in Mordhaus, still write the most disgustingly graphic songs you can think of. But he now lives day-to-day craving his morning kiss, setting aside time to have a lunch date with you, sharing a few beers rather than getting shitfaced. Nathan learns to settle down in a way that makes both sides of him happy.

E for Ending-

Aw man :/

If it’s early in the relationship, he just straight up ghosts you. He feels bad for doing it but he’s too much of a coward to do anything else. It’s probably because he realized he didn’t like you that much, you couldn’t keep up with his lifestyle, or he was simply being a horny bastard and pining after others. I love him, but he’s still a rich, sheltered douchebag.

If it’s later on…he has a really hard time coming to terms. It’s gonna have to be a mutual decision, otherwise your both gonna be stuck in a miserable relationship. Maybe he realizes that his lifestyle is unfit for long term relationships, maybe you realize that you don’t suit him as well as you used to. He’s gonna make his explanation, hear out yours, hug you goodbye, and even provide some money to help you get by. But he’s not gonna talk to you again. His heart is too tender for that.

Potentially, if you really did mean a lot to him and changed him in ways he’s now grateful for, he’ll write a brutal song for you with secretly sappy and thankful lyrics. Then you get the satisfaction of knowing that you left on the best possible terms.

F for Fiancé-

For a long time, Nathan didn’t think he ever wanted to get married. It’s just didn’t fit his image. The idea of Nathan Explosion ever being a part of a celebration for holy matrimony? No way.

But when you started to sneak your way into his heart, marriage suddenly seemed like a wonderful possibility rather than a stupid consequence of the world. He tried to fight against it, which only made the urge worse. A pair of sparkling rings, wedding bells, flowers, you in absolutely beautiful outfit- all kept haunting his mind until it felt like he was going mad. He seriously considered dropping to one knee every time you smiled or laughed.

One day, you’re randomly swooped off to Georgia, on the ranch which is parents moved after Florida went to shit due to his political pursuit (we don’t talk about that). It’s the first time you formally meet them both but they’re already so glad to meet you; Nathan has said a lot over the phone and they know you make him happy. One night, during the visit, Nathan goes outside with his father, just the two of them. He asks his Dad when he knew he wanted to marry his Mom. They have a long talk about commitment, patience, love and life. That’s when he makes up his mind.

He proposes a week later and only cries a little when you say yes.

G for Gentle-

Nathan is huge. I don’t care how tall or wide you are, he’s bigger. And as much as he loves the size difference, his brain doesn’t really register that fact fully. He’ll squeeze with realizing he’s crushing you, wrap himself around you until you overheat, and occasionally fully consume you in his cuddles, as I’ve said before. It’s rare that he actually hurts you, it’s more annoying than anything. Just mention it and he’ll let up immediately with a small “Sorry.”

It’s similar in the emotional department. He's very blunt and, while he means well, it can cause some hiccups in your communication. He's never malicious but he often forgets to filter himself or add cushioning to his words, which might caused some hurt feelings. If it's a heated moment, he'll straight up walk away to give himself some time to breathe, think, reevaluate, and then go apologize to you so a solution can be figured out.

H for Hugs-

For a while, you thought Nathan hated hugs. And he sort of did. He never initiated them. He saw a full-body, front-facing hug as a way to greet his parents and...not much else. He also thought having to ask for a hug was embarrassing. Early on, if he's feeling touchy, he'll settle for groping at or leaning into you.

But he came around very quickly as soon as you fully embraced him. Just 30 seconds of your arms completely wrapped around him has him addicted and now he initiates them whenever you have a few passing minutes of free time. Still doesn’t like asking for them, though, he just does it and it’ll sometimes scares you.

I for I Love You-

If you say it to him, he’ll do the whole “I mrgghmrhyou too” thing. It’s gonna be a while until he completes the sentence, he’s stubborn. He’s knows he loves you and he knows that you know that he loves you but the words just seem so big, too big for him to say out loud.

But they’re not too big for Drunk Nathan! You’re helping him into bed after he’s had a long night filled with booze, swatting away his wandering hands from your body. You tug away his boots and jeans so he’s not too uncomfortable while he sleeps. “Thanks babe,” He mutters, head buried in a pillow, “I love you. So fucking much.” You pause, surprised grin spreading across your face as he promptly rolls over and falls asleep.

With time, the words will come out more and more clearly until he’s giving the casual “Love you.” Every morning and night, not even thinking much of it. But you’ll always remember the first time he said it to you, even if he doesn’t.

J for Jealousy-

He thinks jealousy is such an ugly look. He’s had girlfriends like that, obsessed with him and surveilling every single thing he does. It was awful. And he doesn’t want to be like that, especially not to you! So he tries; he really tries to be cool and levelheaded and to trust you completely. And he does trust you!

But he does not trust a room full of douchebags who think it’s alright to try and talk up his S/O! His chest burns with anger every time a creep stares you down or blatantly flirts. In public, he’ll stand right behind you and watch the entire room over your shoulder with the deadliest glare on his face. He totally fails at trying to be subtle about it. He can’t stand the thought that other people are having the same thoughts that he does about you. If you call him out on his jealousy, he’ll grumble and look away with an embarrassed blush.

Once you get home from some sort of social event, one where too many eyes happened to be staring at your body, he attached to you. He’s groping at and leaning into you, trying to consume you in his touch just to remind you that you’re his.

K for Kisses-

His kissing? Pretty good. He’s a bit rough, but he’s definitely not a bad kisser, especially if you’re into getting rough. He likes to keep his hands busy on your body when he kisses you and he groans against your lips if you ever start to mess with his hair. Very good experience.

He can make you go dizzy with a deep kiss or leave you quivering from a make out session without even blinking. What drives him crazy are soft, quick, passing kisses that you plant on him. A peck on his lips, face, or anywhere else will leave him blushing like a madman. He has no idea how something so simple makes him so flustered but he enjoys the feeling of butterflies in his stomach, wants you to do it more and more! He never gets sick of your small kisses.

L for Little Ones-

In the small community in Florida he grew up in, everyone knew everyone, which meant that all his stuck-up, judgmental neighbors knew how weird he was. Even though his parents were always supportive of him, that didn't stop fucking Cathy from down the street riding his ass at every block party. To avoid all the stupid questions and potentially beating up old people, he settled to hang out with all the kids during social gatherings. They were fascinated by his huge figure, alternative style, and gravely voice. He'd often find himself wrestling off tons of giggling toddlers, all with a huge smile on his face from the playfulness. This was a long way to say he's great with kids.

Kid's bring out Nathan's silly side. He's willing to drop his ego and act a little dumb just to make sure they have a good time; He'll roughhouse or play pretend or take a conversation about fictional dinosaur characters very seriously. It's honestly so adorable to see. As for having children? The thought scares him, he could name millions of protentional disasters just from the concept. But, if it's a serious want of yours, he'll consider it.

M for Morning-

Nathan thrives off of routine. He wakes up around noon and will not start his day off until he gets a morning kiss from you. He will sit in bed and pout until you finally peck his lips with a “Good Morning”.

After that, it’s pretty simple. At some in the relationship, the two of you have grown accustomed to each other’s procedures and habits, so you do practically everything in-sync. Most of the time, while getting ready, there’s a pleasant conversation that Nathan has grown to look forward to. Sometimes it discussing the day’s plans, sometimes it’s swapping the dreams had last night, or sometimes it’s just you reprimanding him for leaving such obvious bruises on your neck. No matter what, he’s happy he gets at least some time with you in his very busy schedule.

Despite what you might think, Nathan prefers to snack over the day than to have a large breakfast/lunch. Whether you follow suit or not, there will be some point where the two of you part ways so get can get work done, usually a meeting or early band practice. But before you go off to do your own thing, he always takes a moment to look into you eyes and share a small “Love You.”

N for Night-

Nathan stays up late. He’s a total night owl, always has been. In some cases, he’ll be partying and drinking his weight in booze. But most nights, he just wants to get work done, usually writing lyrics. Either way, he insists you go to bed before him and he’ll join you later. If he has been partying extra hard, it’s up to you that he actually makes it to bed. That’s if he goes to bed at all; he definitely pulls a few all-nighters every now and then.

At around 12-3 AM, you’ll wake up to the bed shifting and groaning under his weight. He’s stripped down to his boxers, he smells of either beer or chips, and he’s shushing you to stay asleep. He doesn’t mean to wake you up almost every night, but it’s sort of inevitable. Either way, he’ll kiss your forehead and gladly accept it when you eventually come crawling into his side.

O for Open-

At the beginning, it is absolutely minimal. It’s almost sad how little he’s willing to open up to you. Anytime the two of you talk, his answers are gonna be almost complete one-worded. Every date you go on a date, it’s exclusively for press and/or so he can get his dick wet afterwards. He truly believes that you’re only interested in him for his fame. He’s not mad about it, but he’s accepted it as the truth, so he doesn’t bother putting in any effort to actually engage with you.

But, over time, his heart will soften up and he realizes that-holy shit-he actually likes you and wants to be genuine with you. It starts out slow, like actually telling you about his day rather than just saying “Fine” or asking you questions about the side of your life that doesn’t revolve around him. He grows into admitting he cares about you or letting you in on band-business that’s supposed to be private. You can tell he fully trusts you when he’s willing to break down, let you comfort him while he cries, confess his weaknesses and allow you hear them because he knows that you won’t leave him for them. Then, and only then, does he realize how much he values you.

P for Patience-

It’s no secret that Nathan is a bit of a brat, or at the very least, a diva. It’s nowhere to the extent of his other bandmates (cough cough Skwisgaar) but he can certainly be picky or, yes, impatient at times. When it comes to small, inconvenient things, his anger is quick to spark up. It’s more so frustration than anything else, but he is still very clearly pissed off when something isn’t going how he wanted it to.

With you? He tries so hard to be levelheaded and cool. He’s willing to talk about it and work out solutions. But he has a tendency to just simmer in his own exasperation, especially when it’s something that has to just be dealt with rather than solved. A lot of the time, if he finds himself growing with anger, he will straight up walk away. It may seem disrespectful to you, but he’s just trying to keep himself from yelling or saying something stupid. He cannot lose you to an argument like that. Once he’s cooled down, he’ll return, apologize, and reaffirms that you’re okay with whatever is going on. Nathan really does want what’s best for you, no matter how angry he’s feeling in the moment.

Q for Quizzes-

Nathan wants to remember everything! He tries so hard to keep track of every little thing you say or do just because you’re so precious to him! But, more often than not, his brain will betray him and he’ll draw a blank when trying to decipher things about you. It’s not just you, he doesn’t have the most reliable memory in general. But he feels like such a bad boyfriend for not knowing things that should be obvious, like your birthday or favorite food.

At some point, he starts writing things down in his notebook. The very same notebook that holds reminders, inspiration, and lyrics for Dethklok songs. Every time you make a small comment that might be useful to him later, he quickly jots it down. It’s a little funny, right next to song titles like “Burn The Earth” and “Guts Punch Balls Throw-Up” he has little notes like “Favorite Flavor is strawberry :)”

BTW, you’re never allowed to see the notebook because you might also see notes such as “Looked super pretty this Sunday, made me happy” and how embarrassing would that be?

R for Remember-

It was such a quiet day. Nothing particularly exciting was happening, nothing particularly awful, either. He had spent hours sorting through paperwork, his brain still hurting with legal terms and signatures. Now, it was late afternoon, and the two of you were spending time on the couch.

By “spending time”, I mean he was writing lyrics, you were reading a book, and a large plate of French fries sat in the middle. Everything was so still. Occasionally you’d flip the page and grab a fry or he’d grumble and scribble something down. But besides that, perfect tranquility.

Until you decided you needed a drink. You left the room for a second, only a second, to grab a water or soda or beer. You just…got up and left. Like a normal person. But immediately, as soon as you were out of his presence, Nathan felt unnerved. The entire balance of the room shifted without you on a couch cushion beside him. He stared, dumbfounded, at the doorway as though you had abandoned him. He just missed you so much.

Less than three minutes later, you were back, with a drink in either hand. You place one by him, kissed his cheek in a way that made his heart flutter, and returned to your spot as though nothing had happened. Technically, nothing had happened, but those less-than-three-minutes had struck Nathan as so wrong, that when you returned, he was so, so internally grateful to have you there with him.

It was in that moment that Nathan realized how much he loved you, how important you were to him, how he couldn’t stand to be without you for a second. Even if the evening continued without him saying a word.

S for Security-

Yes, very much so.

Nathan fully believes that you’re “brutal as hell” and fully capable with handling whatever life throws at you. It’s one of the reasons he loves you! But he still acts so protective of you, he thinks that’s how a ‘good boyfriend’ should act (raised on traditional values and all). It’s adorable, how he insists on being your guard dog in public or carrying stuff you could’ve gotten yourself. It’s his own form of chivalry.

However, in a situation where your life is genuinely at stake, he freaks the fuck out. Adrenalin kicks in, he hyper-focuses on getting you out of there, even over his own safety. Remember when he saved Toki whilst Mordhaus was burning down? He’s not even blinking until he knows your secure, preferably in his arms. Afterwards, he’s pressed into you, rocking back and forth, sobbing that he could’ve lost you. He never wants to feel that way again.

If you were to protect him, potentially from rapid fans, he…Well, Nathan finds it hot. I’ll get more info this later, but Nathan thinks aggression is a very good look on you. He obviously wants to keep you out of harm’s way, but he might just let you yell for a little bit just to enjoy the image.

T for Try-

Early in the relationship, he goes all-out with expensive gifts, extravagant dates, and big gestures. Unfortunately, it’s not necessarily because he’s trying super hard, but he thinks it’s what will keep you happy. Again, in his mind, you’re only dating Nathan Explosion for the clout and/or money, so he’s gonna give it to you.

Eventually, he learns to be more personal with you. At that point, he tries so damn hard, not at making his romantic pursuits as bold, but more so at making them perfect for you. All your dates are planned so that you have the best time you could possibly have. The gifts become symbolic and personalized in a way only the two of you understand. His gestures become slightly more private, pleasing you rather than impressing those around you. He’s slightly embarrassed at his own sappiness but seeing the glow in your eyes is so worth it.

Day to day is about the same. Nathan has put in a lot of effort making sure that the two of you have a shared schedule that works and he’s super proud of it, having the comfort of you every single day.

U for Ugly-

As I said earlier, the first ‘phase’ of your relationship with Nathan is going to be difficult. He doesn’t trust you, he’s completely unwilling to share any details he deems “personal” which is most of them, and he really only dates you to say he’s dating someone and to show you off to the paparazzi. It’s…pretty pathetic. You’re gonna need to be tough in order to fight your way through to Nathan’s heart.

Even then, he has a streak of untrustworthiness. Not necessarily from you, but his jealously and clinginess can be a bit overwhelming sometimes. Not as bad as some other members though…

He’s incredibly stubborn. We’ve seen how picky he is with Dethklok’s music and that bleeds into other aspects of his life. He doesn’t enjoy sudden changes to his routine or unexpected events. He tries to be open-minded, but arguments might spark up if he’s feeling particularly hard-headed that day. Although, you are the only person he truly trusts an opinion from.

V for Vanity-

Most of the time, Nathan doesn’t really care. He likes to keep his appearance at least a bit brutal at all times, for sake of his image. His clothing is never too expensive or of high-quality. If he finds something that he likes, he buys multiples of it so he can wear it again. I’m also convinced that he dyes his hair because there’s no way it’s that black (look at his parents!). Outside of that, he’s not too concerned with how he looks.

Until he is. Every now and then, Nathan will get depressive mood for a bit and really start hating in his own appearance. He’s not in his peak physical form anymore; he’s fat and aging in a way that’s not super graceful. Online criticism of his every feature doesn’t help either. Which is why he really appreciates it when you start to love up on him, kissing random places and telling him how much you adore his body. He’ll mumble and look away and try to push you off a little bit, but his cheeks are heating up and his brain is tingling with all sorts of good feelings. Nathan loves being doted on.

W for Whole-

Like I said, Nathan likes routine. When you’re suddenly pulled out of the equation, his whole day is set off and he gets all moody until you come back. He doesn’t need to constantly be with you but he once he’s assimilated to your presence, he doesn’t ever want you to leave. At some point, deep in the relationship, you become an aspect of life to Nathan and he can’t even imagine trying to live without you.

So yes, in a sense, he’d be incomplete without you.

X for Xtra-

Even when he realizes that his relationship with you means much more than he originally realized, he still loves showing you off to cameras or at parties. With his arm around you, both wearing gorgeous outfits, he loves to show the entire world just how beautiful his S/O is and wants the world all to sob about it!

Before, pictures with his girlfriends used to be stiff and awkward. He just stood there, holding her hand maybe, whilst she posed for the camera. Now, he’s completely different. He’s wrapped around you, nuzzling into you, even smiling! The media goes crazy when he first does this with you; this is a side of him never shown to the public. It’s passionate, it’s tender, it’s so off-brand for Nathan Explosion! But he doesn’t care. He seriously gets off on the fact that you’re the only one that can make him feel this way and the only one he’ll act this way for.

Y for Yuck-

Lying. Nathan is already so guarded, so knowing that you are lying-for whatever reason- to him just cuts so deep and forgiving you will be a piece of work, if he decides to at all. Even if it’s something unpleasant, he just wishes you would talk to him and the two of you could work it out together.

After the whole “Rebecca’ incident, he can’t stand an S/O that’s too pushy or controlling of him. Who would’ve guessed, manipulating and bullying someone you’re supposed to be in a relationship with is not okay?! If you start off like this, he’s backing out immediately and probably calling you a bitch in the process. If you become worse over the course of the relationship, he might already be too far in love to realize how awful you’re being, so it’s usually his band members who are going to be calling you out on your bullshit. And there’s only a 50% chance you make it out of that alive soooooooooo….

Z for Zzz-

Nathan becomes a fucking wall when he sleeps. He’s on his back, he’s perfectly still, he’s gently snoring, and nuclear bomb couldn’t wake him up; you couldn’t even push him over you you tried. He likes to have you tucked under his arm when he gets into bed, but after he’s asleep, you could sleep directly on top of him for all he cares, he still won’t wake up. Probably would be super easy to suffocate.

Every now and then, you’ll wake up to him yelling his lungs out. Nathan is regularly frequented by prophecies nightmares and his reaction to them is not to thrash around or scream, but to just do the loudest, longest metal-growl you’ve ever heard. It’s terrifying to wake up to. Over time you’ll get used to it and begin to comfort him, usually by petting his hair and shushing him. He’s still half-asleep, so it’s not long before his eyes flutter shut once again. It becomes routine at one point.

Alright! And that’s fluff. Below there will be SMUT, including references to kink and BDSM. If you’re are sensitive to things that don’t qualify under “vanilla” sex, then this not for you babe.

A for Aftercare-

You are going to need it, babe. Nathan is prone to absolutely destroying you in the bedroom. Afterwards, though, he’s quite sweet (even if he won’t admit it). He likes to cuddle, soothing your aches and pains, kissing and fondling you gently. He’s vulnerable in this moments, exhausted from plowing you and soaking in his sentimental feelings for you. He keeps speaking to a minimum, sorry if you are into pillow talk. But he much rather care for you with actions rather than words.

If he’s feeling particularly romantic, he’ll get some Klokateers to start up a bath, completed with bubbles and scented oils. He knows it’s cheesy, but he really does have a soft spot for things like that, plus he gets an excuse to hold your naked body even longer.

B for Body Part-

He’s obsessed with you chest, no matter your gender or size. Groping with his large hands, running his fingers over your nipples to watch them perk up, leaving hickies all over. If you have boobs (or just large pecs) he loves watching them bounce while you fuck, his eyes are glued. If not, he still toys with your nipples, grinning as you whimper from the sensation. Nathan just loves your chest.

On himself; he has some lingering body issues, so he really doesn’t think to much about what he’s got going on during sex. That being said…he’s pretty proud of his dick. I’ll talk about it more during letter X but, oh lord, his cock is impressive. Nathan got some blessed genes in that department.

C for Cum-

Nathan comes in long, thick streams. He makes these beautiful grunting noises, hips thrusting forward and fists clenching onto whatever they can grab like your throat. He might just mutter some words about how filthy you are or how you drive him absolutely crazy as his cock twitches out his orgasm. As you might’ve guess, his favorite place to cum is on your chest, with you looking up at him like the god he is. Bonus points if you lick it up, he’ll get hard all over again.

D for Dirty Secret-

Obviously, like any good boyfriend, Nathan doesn’t like seeing you upset! He wants you to be happy, he wants life to be easy and good! But, whether directed at him or someone else, Nathan can’t help getting way too fucking horny when he sees you seething with anger!

When you’re voice starts getting a bit louder than necessary, you roll your eyes and furrow your brows, you throw your hands around with frustration…he is struggling to hide his boner. Something about it just makes you seem powerful and sexy to him and he feels so bad for not taking you seriously in the moment but he’s already flooded with dirty thoughts.

He would probably rather die than admit this to you, but there’s a good chance you figure it out on your own terms. If so, he will be very on board when you act just a little mean in the bedroom; pulling his hair and bossing him around, maybe even scolding him for being so turned on by your anger. Despite your love for each other, you can least pretend to be having awesome hate sex.

E for Experience-

It’s nothing to sneeze at. I imagine Nathan lost his virginity at some point in high school before he dropped out and it only went up from there. I mean…he’s a massive celebrity. He pretty much has access to all the sex he could ever want. The tricky part is catering to your needs. Before, Nathan was a bit of a selfish lover. Not awful but not super mindful about what the groupies he was banging were into. Once he’s dedicated himself to you, he realizes that really good sex requires communication. With some time and a few slightly awkward conversations, he’ll have mastered everything you could ever desire from him and it is worth it for the both of you. Nathan Explosion can fuck.

F for Favorite Position-

Including visuals from google

“Pirate’s Bounty”

I’ll start by saying that Nathan isn’t super picky. He’s obviously not very flexible, so anything that requires some impressive stretches from him is off the table. Outside of that, he’s game. You could be face down, on top, spread out, etc. He’s happy as long as his dick is buried in you, honestly.

That being said, this is a comfortable favorite he often resorts to. It lets him see all his favorite parts of you, grab and grope whatever his hands can reach, and look you in the eyes while he degrades the hell out of you. Nathan plows away, groaning about what a slut you are as one hand holds your leg against his torso and the other squeezes your throat. There’s also a good chance you’ll have your hands tied up to the headboard while he goes at it…Ugh I’m a simp

G for Goofy-

Absolutely not.

When he’s in the zone, Nathan pretty much loses all of his humor. Sex is very serious to him, in the same way alcohol is I think, “It’s sacred.” And once he’s with you, there’s an added layer of intimacy. So, no, Nathan isn’t really going to be cracking any jokes or even acknowledging the funny circumstances that inevitably happen. He’s too caught up in, well, destroying you.

If you happen to make a joke… yikes. He is very unimpressed. He’ll probably just ignore it. If you persist, Nathan will either make you cum so hard you forget your name, let alone a joke to make. Or, he’s gonna torture the fuck out of you until your apologize and beg for his mercy. It’s a good time either way. But don’t do it again, he really will get annoyed with you.

H for Hair-

He has a deep, deep secret that he has been carrying with him ever since he started getting an allowance as a kid. He has gone through ridiculous measures to ensure that this is not exposed to the public. Nathan Explosion…Dyes his hair. Oh, the horror! Seriously though, he has routinely dyed his roots black twice and month since he was, like, 10. Naturally, mousy brown color, similar to his Mom’s.

And as soon as he started actively messing around, Nathan even dyed his pubes as well. He doesn’t shave himself completely bare, usually just trims it down to stay out of the way. I’ve heard that balls can be difficult to shave and he doesn’t strike me as the type of guy to bother. And, yes, dyed it the same black as his hair, just so groupies wouldn’t go and spread the word. Eventually, with you, he stops caring so much about downstairs and lets it grow into its natural color. It’s honestly sort of cute and he gets a bit flustered when you point it out.

I for Intimacy-

Nathan really thought that romantic, passionate sex was only for basic dildo jack-offs and that he would never, ever be so vulnerable with someone. Nathan was an idiot. Once you are in the picture, he suddenly craves to fuck you in a way that is so beautiful and emotional. He wants more than just brutality and he’s not really sure how to handle it in a way that won’t make him seem too soft (he is so, so soft for you).

After some internet research and building up his courage, Nathan takes you out on a date. And it’s perfect. Dinner and a walk and stargazing, just the two of you. Part of him feels stupid, silly for indulging in something so cliche. But that part dies completely when he sees how enchanted you are by his efforts. Its a milestone in your relationship, because the whole night is filled with him getting sentimental with you, completely focused on the time you’re spending together. He’s overwhelmed with all the love he feels for you and, for maybe the first time in his relationships, he’s completely sure that you feel the same for him. It’s a wonderful realization.

When you finally get home, you’re met with rose petals and candles and music. Nathan is slow, squeezing your body like he’ll never let go, drinking in your image and your touch, telling you how perfect you are the entire time. It’s even better when you reciprocate it all back, caught up in each other, tangled within all sorts of amazing sensations. He even starts getting teary-eyed when he finally fills you up. He loves you so much.

After that night, the two of you still have sex that is rough and/or casual fairly often. But he always makes sure to set aside time every now and then to truly make love to you. When he chooses to be, Nathan can be extremely intimate and romantic with you.

J for Jack Off-

Nathan masturbates fairly often, even when you’re available for sex. Not that he’s not interested in you, he’s just rubbing one out so he can pursue more important things at the moment and blow off some steam, thought he won’t reject a blowjob.

Most likely he’ll be stumped with a particular song or going through some writer’s block same lmao. He’s frustrated, wracking his brain for rhymes that just don’t seem to exist, let alone fit the song he’s writing. He can’t tell if he can’t focus because he’s hard or hard because he can’t focus. Either way, his pants are straining and it’s getting difficult to ignore. A while ago, he might’ve pulled up some porn or even one of his old magazines, but he’s now think of you as he undoes his belt.

How gorgeous you looked for him a few nights ago, tears falling down your cheeks and legs shivering as he ruthlessly fucked you into, abusing your body in the most pleasurable way possible. He groans, tugging at his cock, eyes closed and wishing you were there with him now. Nothing made him cum harder that your touch.

When he’s finished, he makes a quick job of cleaning up and pulls back into his pants like nothing happened, feeling a new sense of lightness on his shoulders. Until he makes the unfortunate realization that he has to go back to working.

K for Kink-

Nathan is very, very kinky. He’s a huge fan of all things BDSM and Dom/Sub dynamics.

Knife and blood play, bondage, wax play, hair pulling, gagging, choking, edging, overstimulation, impact play, degradation, and even consensual non-con (which delves into roleplay as well).

He doesn’t even mind to be on the receiving end either, although he’s much more used to being in control. Hope you’re ready for that.

L for Location-

His bedroom. Yeah, he’s boring. Not even necessarily on the bed, but Nathan enjoys a secluded space for the two of you. If it’s at a point where you haven’t moved in, then your bedroom also works I guess.

But that’s lame so, scenario #2-

Nathan would love to fuck you as close to the ocean as possible. On the beach, on a boat, I would say a submarine but those are kinda controversial rn. He feels a deep connection to the ocean, although he can’t fully understand why. So having you there feels far more vulnerable to him than it should and he likes the intensity of it, even if you can’t feel it.

M for Motivation-

As I said earlier, seeing you get mad really does it for him. That’s what gets him the most riled up, even if he’s a tad ashamed of it.

He also loves massages. Nathan is a big dude who is constantly head banging and doesn’t have the best posture. He fucking melts when you rub his neck and shoulders and gets really excited to pay you back with some slow, hard fucking. The relief of you easing out his muscles just has him addicted.

Any revealing clothes, but particularly a low-cut shirt, especially if you happen to bend over and give him the perfect view; Nathan is drooling.

N for NO-

This goes with his ‘honesty’ thing, but Nathan hates when you fake it. He can tell instantly when you’re moans are being exaggerated, when you’re not really into something he’s doing, or if you try to fake an orgasm and it pisses him off. In your early relationship, he might begrudgingly ignore it just to get it over with. But later on, he finds it inexcusable and practically begs you to just tell him when you don’t like something. He’s a quick learner too, he’ll improve his technique and have you screaming in no time!

O for Oral-

Going DownKlok changed the history of everything forever in time.

For a while, there were very few things in this world that Nathan loved more than a blowjob from you. If you offered to suck him off, Nathan’s pants were already to his knees. No matter when or where, he’d find a way to get head. This led to a lot of risky bathroom escapes and leaving parties early. Nathan just loves a good ol’ blowey; petting your hair, looking down at you with a gaze full of lust, grumbling in pleasure as you choke.

However…I think we’re all aware of Nathan’s infamous refusal to use his own mouth on you. He somehow made himself think that doing so made him weak or submissive, probably something he heard in high school that stuck. He’ll straight up say, “Nope” when you ask and refuse to elaborate.

That is until one night, he’s stripping you’re clothing off and laying you down on his bed, giving you feverish and sloppy kisses. Your legs are wrapped around him, your face is red, and something about how gorgeous you look under him just makes him go, ‘Fuck it.’ and he dives in. Minimal thoughts, pure desperation.

And Nathan fucking loves it. He loves gripping your thighs and teasing you with his tongue and groaning against you whenever you moan his name. He’s a master at it too, knows all the perfect moves. It became a regular occurrence very quickly. Whenever you go down on him, he reciprocates. Or will just get on his knees for you at random moments purely because he loves to. Nathan’s new favorite thing is to give oral.

P for Pace-

It really depends on his mood. He can be both rough and romantic, often both at the same time. Sometimes he’ll be pounding so hard into you that your vision goes blurry; other times he will gently caress your body as he eases in and out. There’s really no definitive pace he goes for, though he is on the aggressive side more often than not in the bedroom. If he’s going to fast (or slow) for you, Nathan has no problem adjusting accordingly.

Q for Quickie-

He’s actually not a huge fan of them. He likes the concept of them, quickly and discreetly fucking each other, putting off other things just for sex. But in practice, not so much.

Rather than just enjoying it, Nathan will get stressed about his time management or wonder if something is going wrong without him there. He thrives on routine and prefers to take his time with you, so quickies just throw off his whole vibe. If anything, he’ll give you some oral and be on his way, saving the real thing for later. Even better, he’ll talk you up, telling you all the things he’s gonna do before leaving you to crave him.

R for Risk-

Nathan is very open to experimentation and is willing to try anything at least once. If he doesn’t like it, though, he’ll shut it down pretty quickly. But you don’t ever have to worry about sex being too vanilla or boring for you, Nathan is quite the adventurous type in the bedroom.

If he’s caught doing something freaky in a semi-public area with you, like a rented-out movie theatre or random bedroom during a party, he fucking dares it to be released to the press. Charles will do everything in his power to keep that from happening, for image’s sake, but Nathan is the biggest rockstar in the world. As I said earlier, he likes to show you off, and this is an extension of that. Now everyone knows how hard he fucks the gorgeous person he constantly has under his arm, what’s so embarrassing about that?

The potential risk for a pregnancy is…well, very touchy. You’d have to have a long conversation beforehand. If you don’t take precautionary measures, he will.

S for Stamina-

Nathan is a pretty big dude, and as strong as he is, not in the best physical health I must say. He has no issue getting it up again a couple more times, but with how hard he often goes, Nathan needs to take some good, long breathers. If you do plan on going at it for a while, these breaks will be full of gentle touches and praise for how well you’re doing, before he goes right back into you calling you a slut for wanting his cock so much. Ugh. If the two of you are careful, he can actually last a very long time, but there are a few certain little things you do that drive him crazy and will speed up his orgasm.

T for Toy-

A reasonable amount. Bondage equipment, whips and paddles, a few ornate knives to cause just the right amount of damage. Probably a vibrator that he tortures you with (male or female cmon now). He’s into kinky shit and kinky shit requires materials a lot of the time. I could also imagine him being really into that sex-furniture stuff, just to make things more convenient. If you ever have something you wanna try out, just ask and he’ll get it in a heartbeat. The only thing I can see him being adverse to is a dildo; you have his dick, why would you need another? Until you explain all the extra fun that can be had with it, then Nathan is on board.

U for Unfair-

Obviously with his dynamics and kinks, teasing goes along with that. He never edges you for too long, just long enough to make your eyes water and have you begging him for a desperate release. Really though, he doesn’t have nearly enough patience to edge you for hours, or hell, days but Nathan likes having a sense of control, so he still holds back when he’s feeling particularly malicious. He’ll tease you just long enough to get you to beg and then give in to you with overstimulation that’s almost worse than the teasing.

In public, he might give you some subtle pinches and gripes, hovering around you when he’s feeling frisky, but it’s nothing too blatant. If he’s desperate enough, he’ll drag you off to a slightly more private area.

V for Volume-

Nathan has a deep, gravely, sexy voice. It’d be a crime if he was silent during sex. Luckily, you get plenty of delicious growls, grunts, and groans from him. The pure bass of his voice shakes your entire skeleton when he’s real close to your ear. He does a whole lot of dirty talking too, using that same voice, degrading you to all hell while your mind in a blur of pleasure and pain. If he happens to be on the receiving end, you might be able to elicit some breathy, whimpery swears from him. While he’s not super loud volume-wise, all his noises are fucking perfect.

W for Wild Card-

My name ain’t Polyklok for no reason ffs

Pickles was totally the one to introduce him to the world of kink. He always knew he was a bit rougher than most and had some freaky fantasies, but when he and Pickles frequently messed around in the early days of Dethklok, he learned just how deep his desire for pain went.

Pickles had him tied up, hit, cut, and edged for what felt like forever. It was torture and yet Nathan always craved more of it. He felt so exposed and so safe at the same time. His exposure to BDSM was with him on the receiving end and it was perfect for him to discover just how wonderful that connection through pain was, especially with someone he trusted like Pickles.

He always has it in the back of his mind whenever he’s going at it with you, making sure that you’re feeling all the same wonderful things he felt and assuring that you are just as safe as he was. Tormenting your body is really a love language to him.

X for XRay-

Oh sweet baby satan

Nathan is hung. 8.5 Inches when fully erect and hella girthy, a slightly narrow head for your sake. The thing still somehow manages to bend upwards when he’s hard, by some miracle. He’s circumcised (look at his parents I mean-) and considerably veiny. Could’ve honestly been a porn star if the whole death metal thing didn’t work out.

Y for Yearning-

His sex drive his very high early in the relationship and eases into something more manageable within a few months. But overall, yeah, he’s quite set and you’ll certainly never feel neglected.

Depending on the damage; he might accidentally leave you untouchable for half a month due to the pure soreness. And he’ll be very apologetic. But usually, assuming injuries are kept under a certain threshold, he’ll go at it 2-4 times a week.

But his yearning can also build up. If you don’t happen to join him in travels for touring season, you’re gonna get it when he finally gets back. Both of you are gonna be completely unavailable for a few days minimum.

Z for Zzz-

Not too soon. This was pretty much all elaborated on in ‘A’, but he still cleans up and cuddles and gives you plenty of good aftercare. Once that’s all done and he’s confirmed that you feel taken care of…Nathan will sleep. If it happens to be way late at night/early in the morning, he might tough it out just to get his day started, but he’s gonna start feeling like crap by noon and probably pass out soon after that. Man needs his sleep.

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I need my sleep. Dude, this took almost two months and many all-nighters. And I have so many requests…I love writing and I love the silly metal boys but…boy howdy. Thanks for reading, gorgeous.

#polyklok is real #dethklok #metalocalypse #btw I know a dick that big is actually pretty painful but this is fantasyland where vaginas never ever hurt so there #dethklok headcanon #metalocaypse headcanon #metalocalypse x reader #nathan explosion #metalocalypse nathan #I STARTED writing this on may 4 🥲#nathan explosion x reader #unedited honestly. was going to but I’m tired man #shit comes from the heart

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runnning-outof-time · 2 years ago

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“Sweetest of the sunflowers, how you’re the sun to me.”

Moodboard inspired by the Zach Bryan song ‘Sun to Me’.

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This is created for @acewritesfics ‘s 1K follower celebration. I hope you don’t mind that I used a song for inspiration instead of the lovely prompts that you shared with us. Of course, I couldn’t just stop at a moodboard and had to write a little blurb with it…and I may have gotten a little carried away. I’m sorry it took a little bit to post. Enjoy! :)

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

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Sun To Me - Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Tommy reflects on his relationship with (Y/N) one morning when she’s made it so he can’t get out of bed.

Tommy rubbed his eyes as he awoke from his sleep. He reached over to his nightstand, blindly groping around for the pocketwatch until he found it. He brought it close to his face and opened it, squinting to see the time: 5:40am. He should get up and start his day. But he couldn’t.

(Y/N) was practically laying on top of him. Her arm was outstretched across his torso, and she was somehow sleeping sideways; with her legs completely on top of his. She was still sleeping, a peaceful smile just barely visible on her lips as she held onto him. Who was he to wake such a beautiful sight?

The fact that she wanted to be with him still surprised him daily. He couldn't quite remember much of the first time he'd seen her. She walked into the Garrison and stepped right into the frame created by the cloud of smoke from his cigarette. She was back in town visiting her family, and her brother had decided to take her out for the night. Their family was good; one of the most respected in town, but yet she still entertained him when he found an empty spot by her side at the bar. He swore that the only bad she'd ever done in her life was seeing the good in him.

The day he learned that she would be staying in Small Heath because of her new job was the day that he decided to ask her to be his girlfriend. She agreed, and she'd been by his side ever since.

They'd gotten through some rough times together. From being by his side when it seemed as though his family was at odds with him, to helping him in any way she could when he was down and out after being injured. She'd seen every side of him. He trusted her more than he did anyone else. Because of this, oftentimes, she was the only one he'd talk to; the only one he'd express his fears and worries to. And she'd actively listen to them...he always respected, and hoped to hear, her thoughts on the matters.

He could always hear his mother in the back of his mind when he was with (Y/N). She'd always used to tell him: 'find someone who grows flowers in the darkest parts of you' and 'you'll find someone, somewhere, someday who grows you to the clouds'. He wished she could be around to see (Y/N) because she's the exact type of woman that she was talking about.

She made all the hell he was going through worth it.

"You're still in bed, Tommy?" she sleepy voice broke him from his thoughts.

"I am," he answered her, turning his head to the side so the he could focus his attention on her, "I really couldn't move, even if I wanted to," he then added, his hand moving underneath the covers so that it could rest on the thigh she had draped over his legs.

(Y/N) gasped at his touch before a bit of a guilty smile formed on her face. "I'm sorry about that," she said, her bashfulness evident in the words she said.

"Don't be," he brushed her apology off, grinning as she scooted even closer to him so that her body was practically squished up against his. He welcomed her actions, squeezing her thigh gently as she settled in again.

"I'm not keeping you from work, am I?" she checked with him.

Of course she was. There was always work to be done. But with the way she was batting her eyelashes and smiling up at him, work was the last thing he had on his mind. "No," he answered her with a slight shake of his head, "you're not."

"You sure?" She knew him better than that.

"You're not," he insisted, bending his head down so that he could kiss her lips softly. He pulled away slightly so that he could speak again, his lips just barely brushing hers as he continued speaking, "I want to spend the morning in bed with you," he said to her, feeling her smile form after he finished speaking.

She pulled away from him so that she could look him in the eyes; her smile was wide enough that it was touching hers. "I'm never going to turn that down," she said to him, scooting in the bed again.

This time she moved her body upwards so that she could properly kiss him, and Tommy made sure to move his hands up to her waist so that he could trap her there and make sure that their kiss lasted for as long as he intended it to.

Neither of the two were unhappy with the fact that they spent the entire morning in bed; sharing lazy kisses as the sun bathed them in its warm light.

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springismss · 2 years ago

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First meeting - Twilight Link

a/n; it’s certainly been a hot minute but I’m back, this time with a work featuring the hero from a world filled with twilight. First posted to my Ao3 which can be found here

pairing; twilight princess link x female! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; implied drinking, implied gender discrimination

word count; 1,635

headcanon/summary; We start one of our journies into the unknown, what lies ahead? Here we meet the third one of our heroes - the one who can change from a man to a beast and back.

links; TLoZ Masterlist | Works Masterlist

Loud shouts and chatter sounded as you wiped down a table ready for the next people who walked through the door to use. Things in Castle Town seemed to have been busier than usual judging by the number of soldiers and travellers in the bar. You could faintly make out some words but chose to ignore what was being said as you walked towards the front of the bar, wiping your hands on the towel at your hip. "H-Hey we *hic*~"

Rolling your eyes, you saw the soldier who shouted to you slump down onto the table in front of him, out cold, his group beside him poking and making fun of him for being a lightweight. You felt sorry for everyone in the bar in some way, they had fought in so many battles and they had so many upcoming ones that they just needed a bit of normality. Even if their normality was getting drunk and passing out. Scanning in the corner, you saw the slightly bent-over figure of the person you needed. Lifting your hands, you placed them on either side of your mouth, helping your voice carry over the ruckus. "Telma! We've got another one here!".

Upon hearing their name, the figure stood upright and looked over, a smirk tugging at their lips as they placed a hand on their hip. "Is that so, (y/n)? Well then, I better make sure they're on their way".

A wink accompanied their words as you laughed out, whispering "thank you" to the woman as she passed. You hadn't been in Hyrule for long and you had somehow managed to find somewhere in the bustling Castle Town. The view of Hyrule Castle right outside of your window was one that still took your breath away, even if you saw it daily. You tried hard to get a job, something to help you live but every place you tried was either not looking or didn't want a young woman working for them. The first time you heard their words you almost cursed the goddesses for being a woman but decided to smile and walk away, mentally cursing the small-minded people instead. You'd given up hope when you found yourself in the southernmost alley of the town. You just happened to notice the door and it piqued your interest, deciding to try your luck, you walked in and before you knew it you had been hired.

Safe to say you hadn't looked back and you thanked your lucky stars that Telma gave you a chance. After all, you were extremely popular with the young soldiers and travellers, in more ways than one. While it flattered you, you weren't interested. Not because you didn't want their attention, but because you were happy living your life as it was, besides no one had caught your attention. Not yet anyway.

Letting out a yawn, you wiped the bar and placed the few glasses that had been left in the sink, being sure to note to come back to them after you'd done another sweep of the bar to make sure you'd not missed any on the tables. There were only a few stragglers left but you didn't mind staying late than normal, especially when a certain cat kept you company behind the bar. Besides, Telma was expecting someone and asked you to let her know when they had arrived. After picking up a few more glasses, you headed back to your place behind the bar and set the items in your hands at the sink. The ringing of the bell above the bar door made you turn around, offering a bright smile to whoever walked in. "Welcome to Tel~".

Tilting your head in confusion, you looked around and back at the door, shrugging your shoulds when you saw no one new. Deciding it was possibly one of the few who were left inside leaving, you turned around and looked down at the feline at your feet before you began to wash the glasses. "You know, I'm sure I'm losing it slowly, Lousie".

The white cat just looked up at you and meowed, before she stood and stretched, plopping back down and curling herself back up in a ball. Letting out a small laugh, you hummed softly to yourself not paying much attention to the person who had stepped up to the bar, their eyes watching you carefully for a moment, taking in what you were doing and how you interacted with the feline at your side. They could have stayed there all day if they wanted but they had other matters to attend to. "Excuse me miss, can you tell Telma I'm here to see her now".

The sudden intrusion of the words made you jump, your grip on the cloth in your hands tightening as you felt your soul almost leave you. Placing the piece of fabric down, you wiped your hands and turned around, almost ready to give the person a piece of your mind until you met their eyes. Cliché as it sounds but time felt like it had stopped. You'd never seen eyes so blue in your life. Everything seemed to fade away, all there was in your vision was the male who seemed to be staring back at you. It took a moment for your brain to catch up with what he had said, blinking a few times to bring yourself back around. "Huh? Ohh, yeah. L-Let me just grab her for you~".

Walking quickly from behind the bar you walked to a small booth at the side and placed your hands on the table to make yourself known. Of course, Telma was busy with some business but you had your ways of making it known you were there. "Telma, there's someone here to see you".

Peaking from your side, the bar owner looked at the male who stood beside the bar, a bright smile shone on her face when she caught his attention and motioned him over. Looking over your should, you moved to the side when he reached the table and let him slide in as he seated himself down. "Thank you, (y/n). Can you bring us a couple of the special?".

Nodding your head, you smiled softly as walked back towards the area you had come from, feeling eyes on you as you moved.

Doing as you were asked, you brought two glasses over and bowed, excusing yourself to finish cleaning up after the rest of the bargoers left. You hated to admit it but curiosity tried to get the better of you a few times, wondering what business Telma had with this guy. It was nothing to do with you but you wanted to observe him a little more, as selfish as it sounded. You didn't know how long they were talking but soon the sound of Telma beside you at the bar brought you out of your little daydream. "Thank you for staying a little longer, that took a bit more time than I thought.".

Humming you nodded your head and stretched, placing your hands behind your back and untying your apron. It had been a long shift, not that you minded but you were ready to go home and curled up in bed. As if on cue, a yawn left your mouth and you shrunk down slightly in embarrassment, much to the amusement of the older woman. "Go on love, off you go. Take the day off tomorrow, you deserve it and don't worry, you'll still be paid".

Blinking, she must have somehow read your mind but you smiled nonetheless, nodding your head as you gave her a hug, bidding farewell to both her and Louise. Grabbing your cloak, you wrapped it around you and stepped outside the bar's door and carefully shut the door behind you. The cool Hyrulian air hugged what skin was exposed as a sigh of contentment passed your lips. Lifting your hood, you heard the sound of the door opening behind you moving to let the person aside as you slipped your arms under the material that now covered you. That's when a hand on your shoulder made you look and you were face to face with those eyes again. "Oh, it's you. Hope you had a good meeting with Telma, whatever it was about".

Offering a soft smile to the male, you removed your hand from under your cloak and lifted it up, holding it out for him to shake. "I'm (y/n) if you hadn't already guessed earlier and you are?".

The male looked at you and gave a small smirk, taking a hold of your hand and lifting it you his lips, placing a soft kiss on the back of it. You felt like a fire had been lit on your face as you watched him closely. After a lingering few seconds, he placed your hand back at your side and smiled, waving to you as he walked off up the stairs. Looking at your hand, you blocked before looking back at the retreating figure. He hadn't told you his name and you'd be damned if he left without telling you. Rushing forward, you ran up the steps quickly just in time to catch him a few steps in front of you in the alley. "Hey! You didn't tell me your name, bluey".

The male stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulder, something about the way he looked at you made you gasp. Was it the nickname you'd given him there due to his eyes or was it something else? You could see the somewhat inner debate before he continued to walk slowly, lifting his hand almost as if he was trying to stop you from following like he sensed you were trying to do just that.

"The name's Link".

#lexa casts a spell 🔮#writer #writing #female reader #reader insert #link #loz twilight princess #loz link #the legend of zelda #twilight princess #link x reader #link x you #link x female reader #hero #twilight princess link #legend of zelda

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sc4llywag · 8 months ago

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AltMal.

Can we talk about those two, cause I’m still relatively new to the Assassin’s Creed Fandom, but even then I can see so much going on between them (relationship-chemistry level) (also you should read the fic « Life studies its own emptiness » by Scarecrow (Tricksterkisses) on ao3, that’s some GOOD slowburn even if Malik is sad)

Oh dear asker I love you

I did a big long post about this here

Since I don't wanna splurge all over this post too, I'll shorten my statements!

Altmal is so rivals to lovers core it's insane how perfect they are for each other in so many ways specifically the chemistry of "You've changed, impressed and now admire and adore you" for Malik and Altaïr is just "I respect your own growth and am relieved you can accept mine ok let's kiss now"

LMFAO ok sorry I get carried away

There's so much to go over but all in all read some deep analysis stuff on them, they're so worth it <3

I will fs be reading that fic tn, I need my daily dose of sad Malik

#assassin's creed #assassins creed #altaïr ibn la'ahad #malik al sayf #ac1 #assassin's creed 1 #altmal #analysis #scallywagrants #scallywagac

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boredzillenial · 2 years ago

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A Gift Horse and His Mouth

Pairing: Dr. Strange X Afab Reader (she/they pronouns)

Tropes/warnings: PTSD/panic attacks, hurt/panic and comfort, hints at brat/brat Tamer, one “snap-out-of-it” slap, soft/supportive Stephen, wet dreams, oral (f receiving), caught masterbating

Summary: You came to Kamar-taj for help with your mental health. Little did you know your dreams would work against you and make things a lot more complicated.

Word count: 3,274

*Do not post or republish my work on other platforms or claim it as your own*

(Constructive criticism via DMs welcome, this is my first fic I’ve published be gentle)

“Just breathe, you’ll get through this.” Wong said calmly as you crouched against a wall in a meditation room.

You had come to Kamar-Taj to heal your mind. Little did you know you’d have to face what haunted you in daily meditations.You had heard stories of people healing impossible injuries after coming here and honestly you felt pretty stupid thinking this process would be easier.

“I’m - sorry - Sorcerer - Supreme.” You gasp out between inhales, trying desperately to claw your way out of a panic attack as you shook.

“No need to be sorry Y/N, when your instructor told me you struggled with meditation I did not know it was like this.” Wong said quietly. “Thank you for showing me. You need someone who can be more, present on a daily basis” He stood slowly, looking around the empty room and rubbing the back of his neck.

You nearly jumped out of your skin as the doors to the meditation room flung open and Strange walked in. Okay walk wasn’t quite the right word. The way he carried himself Strange always seemed to be strutting into every room.

“Wong I swear I am NOT helping if a blizzard blows in aga-.” He stopped short as his gaze landed on you, still on the floor and still heaving breathes as you finally were shaken out of the memory in your mind. “Ah sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt, I’ll leave you to it.” He turned on his heel to leave.

“Wait Strange! Your timing couldn’t have been more perfect. I have an assignment for you.” Wong smiled as he walked over and clapped Strange on the shoulder.

“I’m not a student, I don’t really do assignments.” Strange said curtly, seemingly doing his best to be respectful while getting his point across.

“You do when the Sorcerer Supreme asks you to.” Wong grinned. “Strange, this is Y/N. I think helping her will be good for you. They’re having trouble meditating and since you were the worst about it when you first came to Kamar-Taj who better to teach her!” Wong’s grin widened at the absolute annoyance blanketing Strange’s face. “Take her to the New York Sanctum to continue training.”

“You can’t be seri-“ Strange nearly growled before Wong cut him off.

“I am, and thank you for the help! You two can leave first thing tomorrow!” Wong clapped him on the shoulder one more time before leaving the room briskly. “Higher duties and all that!” He yelled over his shoulder.

Strange pinched his brow, sighing loudly and shifting his weight on his feet as he turned to leave. “Fine. Take the rest of the day to pack, we leave first thing after breakfast tomorrow.” He clipped and strode out of the room.

Finally alone, you were able to fully still your body from the shaking and steady your breath. Unsure what exactly tomorrow would hold.

~~~~~

Kamar-Taj was empty, completely silent. You walked softly through the halls, looking this way and that for any sign of life. Once you made your way to the meditation room that’s when you saw him, Strange.

He was cross legged, eyes closed, floating a few feet off the ground. As you entered the room, the doors slammed shut behind you. With a quick flick of his hand and fingers you were floating toward him. You struggled against the sling ring restraints as you stopped not 4 feet away from him. His seated position shifted to standing, face just inches from yours. His eyes opened slowly as he wrapped is arms around you. His lips brushed yours and those blue-green eyes were as soft as his caress as he leaned the rest of the way.

You felt the brush of his lips and you heard him murmur your name. “Y/n” another kiss, a little more firm “Y/n”, you felt his tongue glide against your lips “Y/n I am not missing breakfast because of you.”

~~~~~

You heard the bang of the door to your room slam open as you shot up in bed, pulling your blankets to your chest.

“Get up, are you even packed?” Strange snipped.

“Y-yes,” you stuttered. The pressure of his lips lingered on yours as you got your bearings.

“Good, get dressed and eat we leave in an hour.” His cloak whipped as he turned on his heel and strode down the hall.

If this is the kind of tricks your mind was going to play on you during your training. This was gonna be a lot more difficult that you thought.

——

You made it through breakfast and the quick portal to the New York Sanctum trying desperately to shake the memory of your dream. Your room in New York was comfortable, just across the hall from Strange’s room. It seems Wong briefed Strange on your past and deemed it necessary to keep you two close.

“So this is where you’ll be staying. Wong told me about your…” He hesitated. You knew people usually tiptoed around you once they heard about your diagnoses and how severe it can get. “Condition right before we left. I apologize if I was rude yesterday and this morning. And I’m right across the hall if you need anything. I’d like to go over your boundaries if that’s alright with you.”

You took a deep breath and sat on your bed as you did your best to release the tension from your shoulders. “I have night terrors sometimes. If I scream in the night please wake me. I don’t usually wake myself up with it unless it’s really bad” you said shakily, “I get panic attacks, they usually come on during the meditation sessions back at Kamar-Taj and well… I haven’t quite figured out how to break out of those.” You cast your gaze down at the mattress.

“Y/n, no one here or back at Kamar-Taj is judging you, especially not for this.” He came and sat on the best beside you. “Your wounds may not be visible like mine, but we’ll work through this.” You stared at the scars on his hands curiously.

You were a bit taken aback by his gentleness and tone. Wong must’ve really given him a talking to. Your gaze shifted up from his hands to his lips, your dream replaying in your mind. You could feel your face flush so you stood abruptly and began to pace a bit.

“Th- thank you. I really appreciate your understanding with this. And I really don’t want to hinder you on your duties here. I will keep up you don’t need to -“ you felt his hands on your shoulders, trying to steady you and stop your pacing.

You managed to meet his gaze as a smirk jerked at the edge of his lips “You’ve got this, I know you can keep up.” He winked. “Well I’ll leave you to settle in. Oh and just so you’re aware the Sanctum can get hot at night so crack a window if you need.” He stepped back and pointed above your bed where a small circular window streamed the late summer sun in.

“Thanks.” You said quietly as you forced your gaze to linger on the window. He left your room with a nod and without another word.

——

A couple weeks passed by without incident as you grew accustomed to the Sanctum and the few people who inhabited it. Strange was busy and you hardly saw him after you got settled on your first night. Your days had consisted of exploring, getting comfortable in the library, and taking short strolls around the neighborhood when the heat died down in the evening.

Though you technically had a window you still had not managed to open it nor set aside your pride long enough to ask someone for help, so you began sleeping in just your boxers and the top sheet.

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You heard shuffling outside your door one sweltering night just as you had settled into bed. You toss a tank top on and tread quietly to the door. As you cracked it and peeled into the hall you saw broad shoulders under that familiar red cloak. “Jesus do you always wear that thing even in the heat?” You chided.

He turned slowly, one eyebrow lifted and a smirk “I see someone has gotten comfortable enough to joke.” He chuckled “My relic goes with me everywhere.” He dragged his bags into his room. You got a peak in as he made his way through the door. His room was huge, what looked to be a California king sized bed and books piled here and there. “Throw some actual pants on and come with me, Wong asked for a status update and I told him you’d been doing well with your meditation progress.” He called.

Shit shit shit - the one thing you managed to not do while Strange was gone.

“Ah yeah, one sec” your heart thundered in your chest as you shut the door and traded your boxers for a pair of silk pj pants. You were nervous as these were the kind that showed every curve especially with the tank top but the heat was unbearable in anything more.

“Meet you in the library” you hear him call from the other side of your door as his footsteps faded.

Shit

You made your way to the library and saw Strange seated in one of the many plush armchairs, leaning his head on his hand and reading a book intently. He snapped the book shut and stared up at you as to took as seat across from him. You could’ve swore you saw his eyes flicker over your figure as you took a seat.

“Get comfortable, show me how far you’ve gotten.” He said curtly.

You crossed your legs and settled your hands on your ankles as you began to take deep breathes. As you began to clear your mind of the daily, random, distracting thoughts the memories that plagued you came rushing to the surface. Your breath hitches and your heart pounded in your chest as you begin to shake.

“Y/n, remain in the moment. Focus on your breathing.”

Flashes of images, sounds, smells, battered your senses. Your breath becoming even more erratic.

“Focus” Strange’s voice sounded distance, his touch on your knees a far off sensation compared to the barrage in your mind. Your eyes moved wildly behind your eyes and your head began to twitch this way and that. “Y/n!”

You felt a slap sting across your cheek and your eyes snapped open. Strange was right infront of you, his hands on either side of your face. “Be here, breathe damn it.” You could see the tension set in his eyes and jaw.

You locked your gaze on his eyes as you tried to gulp in air. “In, and out” he shifted one hand from your face to your upper chest trying to hone in on your heart beat. “Breathe.” He said quietly. You keep your gaze on his face as he closed his eyes, his face was mere inches from yours. Your mind began to shift, those horrible memories replaced by the images in your dream. His lips, so close…

Your breathing began to steady but your heart still thundered at the nearness of him, the heat of his hands felt like burning on your skin. He opened his eyes and must’ve seen the panic shift momentarily to hunger as he released his grip from you and stepped back. “You alright?” He huffed, his eyes flickering over you.

“I - I think so.” You could feel the heat flushing your face as you shifted your gaze to the floor.

“Good… What the hell was that.” You furrowed your brow and looked up at him. “You were supposed to be practicing.” He gritted through his teeth.

“You were supposed to be here, leading me through it.” You stood shakily. “You think I want to go through that alone?!” You took a step - then another. Closing the gap between the two of you as anger shot through you. You stopped short just infront of him, your eyes level with his broad shoulders. You jabbed a finger to the center of his chest. “You know you are so-!”

He grabbed your wrist, frustration simmering in his eyes as he gazed down at you. “You better watch it.” He said as his lip curled a bit.

“Or what.” You growled. His eyes widened a bit, his snarl shifting to a smirk.

“This is new, this fire.” His smirk turned to a playful grin.

“No, it isn’t.” You snatched your wrist away. “It’s just been - buried.” You grumbled.

“Well” he clapped “Let’s unearth it. From now on - we’re working together… Daily.” He smiled. “And let’s just agree to tell Wong that your making good progress but have quite a ways to go. You’ll be staying at the Sanctum indefinitely to continue our training.”

“Fine” you huffed. This is why you had seeked out the wisdom of Kamar-Taj in the first place. You did your best not to look this gift horse in the mouth. Your eyes flickered to his lips and you felt that familiar burn creep up your face. Okay try not to look at his mouth at all.

“Go to bed, rest up. We’ve got a long day tomorrow.” He waved you off and turned his back to return to his book. You left the library shaking off the feeling that he was watching intently as you walked away.

You made your way to bed and got yourself as comfortable as you could in the heat, back in your usual sleeping attire…

~~~~~

Flashes, pain, fear. You were running through the empty Sanctum. Something chasing behind you. You couldn’t see it, couldn’t hear it, but you could feel it.

You tried to yell for help but your voice was choked in your throat. Sweat streaked across your body as you slid down corridors and halls. You burst through on the roof, attempting another cry for help but finding yourself voiceless yet again. It was bounding up the stairs. You backed away to the edge of the roof - the hot summer air whipping at your back. You saw no other choice, and let out a scream as you fell back.

~~~~~

“Hey hey, you’re alright” a warm voice floated in your ears. The first sensation coming to you being the tight wrap of something around your body. You blinked awake and found the Strange’s cloak encasing you. “You’re at the Sanctum, you’re safe.” You felt the edge of the cloak wipe the dampness from your brow.

Your gaze settled on Strange kneeling on the side of your bed. His bare shoulders and broad chest right in full view. You tried to adjust, the cloak firmly held you in place. You looked down confused. “Sorry for coming in, you were screaming and I came to help but uh,” oh for fucks sake you had been shirtless when he came in. Your face burned hot at the realization.

“It’s alright.” He continued softly, stroking a hand across your shoulder and side. Even through the cloak his touch sent lightning through you. “Are you alright for me to leave?”

You shook your head yes as your face continued to burn. He gave a short nod and stood. His muscles shifted as he walked away, even through his sleep pants you could tell his legs were as toned and the rest of him. It was only when he had made it into the hallway did his cloak slip from around you. You quickly snatched the top sheet over you as the door to your room shut.

You took a deep breath as you stared up at the ceiling. How in the hell would you live this night down. You began breathing deeply as you tried to return to sleep.

~~~~~

You found yourself in the library. The stillness bringing some comfort as the soft light from desk lamps lit the room. Your silk pants and tank top shifted over your skin as you walked. You finally settled in one of the plush chairs and leaned your head back. Running fingers through your hair as you took in a deep breath.

A short low chuckle came from above you. Your eyes opened as a shirtless Strange looked down at you. You sat up and leaned away as he made his way around the chair. He knelt infront of you and set a broad hand on your chest, fingers brushing against the base of your throat. You licked your lips and swallowed hard as his hand slowly shifted down. You watched as his hand cupped your breast and began to tease your nipple through your tank top. You sucked in a breathe at the sensation.

His eyes bore into yours as he watched your reaction to his touch. Without saying a word he placed his other hand on your knee, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb. You groaned as he began kneading your breast, and he took this as a sign to move the other hand from your knee up your thigh. He curled his fingers around the inside of your waistband and tugged gently, his eyebrow raising in an unspoken question.

You bit your lip and nodded, his other hand shifted to your waistband and you lifted your hips as he tugged your bottom half free. Your breathe hitched as his hands slid up your ankles, calves, until they rested on your knees. He cocked his head and grinned, and you nodded as he spread your knees aside. His eyes gleamed with hunger as he stared at your wetness already pooling in the chair. He gave a short growl and tugged you toward him. He nipped and licked up your thighs until he made his way to your cunt. Pausing for a moment before diving in.

The shock of his hot tongue splitting you open made to gasp. His shifted your legs over his shoulders and wrapped his arms around them, digging his fingers into your soft thighs. You leaned your head back and groaned as he worked at your core. His licking and sucking drew breathes from you and you ran your fingers through his hair.

He pulled away and nipped at your inner thigh, eliciting another gasp and drawing your gaze back to him. His blue eyes blazed as he sank his mouth back onto you. You kept your gaze locked on his as he picked up the pace, his tongue sliding into you. You groaned and grit your teeth, while his tongue inside of you felt amazing it wasn’t where you needed it. You grabbed hair in either side of his temple and pulled his tongue back up to your clit. He gave a toothy grin as he broadened his tongue and pressed it against that bundle of nerves. That pushed you to the edge, your hips bucking against him. He let out one more growl and dug his fingers into your thighs to hold you in place as he took you over the edge. Blinding pleasure shot through you as his tongue continued it’s punishing pace.

“Oh fuck, Stephen.” You cried out.

~~~~~

“Oh fuck, Stephen.” You gasped. Your hips bucked against the pillow wedged against your core.

You bit your pillow as you came down from your orgasm. Your body glistened with sweat as morning light streamed into your room. You sat up rubbing your face and eyes as the sheet fell to your waist. Your breasts heaving as you caught your breath.

You softly laughed as your hands came down your face. Now that was a dream. You could feel the post orgasm smile spread across your face as you opened your eyes.

And standing there just inside the door, was Stephen Strange. His head cocked, eyes wide and face flushed to match yours…

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#dr strange x reader #dr strange #doctor strange #doctor strange x you #doctor strange x female reader #wet dream #avenger x reader #multiverse of madness #kamar taj #sanctum sanctorum #doctor strange x y/n #stephen strange #stephen strange x you

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ivys-head-is-spinning · 3 months ago

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okay hi y’all here we go.

first up to anyone who doesn’t like what I’m about to say you can scroll, or block me I don’t care. and also if you are going to hate on this post, read the full thing. hate me after you’ve read everything I’ve had to say so you at least see my side.

also I’ll be referencing some stuff @ya-what--ya-erster and @knockoff-conlon have said so definitely read some of the stuff they have said as well.

(and just don’t send hate to the asks boxes of my friends and I. thanks. It’s not that hard.)

Second sorry if I said things that may of offended people but please know I didn’t do so without reason. People, ADULTS, have been sending hate out to my friends and I for saying things like “newsies let’s go!” Or “I hope cats doesn’t win”

and look I understand we all have different opinions that’s called life. But saying that we are “so rude” for saying things like that is dumb I’m sorry but it is. Saying we don’t want cats to win is not a direct punch in all of your faces. It’s our opinions.

so of course this fuelled a strong reaction out of myself, and out of other newsies fans. If we splashed a little water in your faces, you sent tidal waves back (paraphrased from a quote by @musical-dash-trash).

what is hurting us is that adults are telling us our we can’t have opinions, and that our feelings are invalid and by disagreeing with them we are disrespectful.

a lot of the newsies fandom is made up of teenagers, and most of us have turned to this show as a sort of light in the dark. we use tumblr as our safe space to escape the struggles of our daily lives, no matter what they be, to just talk about a show that means so much to us and get away. One thing is that the cats fans are filling up the newsies tag so people in the fandom are getting all this hate down our throats are we are just trying to exist on here.

of course teenagers are going to be a bit crazy about our favourite musical. we are going to say and do the wrong things and be a bit too much. I guarantee many of you have done it but you just choose to not think of it and only focus on the mistakes we make. we need room to learn and grow and say the wrong things sometimes. again that is LIFE. go think about a time where maybe you were a little obnoxious or immature. we’ve all been there.

I’m not using this as an excuse I promise. but I’m using it as a reminder.

we don’t need you guys posting screenshots of everything we’ve said wrong. please think about how that can hurt us. it’s weird and wrong.

people are ignoring the fact that we’ve received hate too though. most of us get ignored or gaslighted enough by adults in our daily lives we sure as hell don’t need it from you guys. and don’t expect us to just forget about everything because any little thing you say can affect someone, I’m trying to learn this myself. (“the axe forgets but the tree remembers” and all that)

to me this has become more than one musical over the other. it’s trying to get my voice heard in a world that will never listen to anyone who isn’t old enough to buy a house. and I know many other people are feeling the same right now.

so please as you carry on with your lives and this pole, remember we are all human, we are all continuously making mistakes.

many people in the newsies fandom have come out and apologized but then got more hate thrown at them. please don’t continue to yell at us and tell us that we are solely in the wrong or that we are too young. we know we messed up but you guys did too.

and if for some reason you can’t see any of the points I’m trying to make, that’s okay. just keep scrolling. so once again, this is my apology for the things I said wrong, and your reminder to take more time to listen to the kids in your life. wether it be on tumblr or in your real life, just try and hear us out sometimes. I know it’s hard but we are all trying. you guys were in our position before too. remember that.

#newsies musical #cats the musical #sorry for using the tags I just want people to read this #I’ve lost hope for newsies winning but if even a few people can just read what I said and try and hear out another side #Than I feel that some of this was worth it #If you can share this post #So it can reach the right people #So we can start listening to each other #I’ve been reading the cats sides posts cause I’m trying to see where we are both coming from #I ask that you all read both sides too

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toinfinitywinning · 2 months ago

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it’s been a Long time. Maybe I’ve been lazy. Not really. No offense but a daily blog kinda is like but have you slept since the last one? I know a lot can change in 24 hours though. But anyway I can’t think of anything better to do than to try to write about pain at the same time I’m experiencing my worst. Where, ibuprofen and Tylenol rebound and youre left with a parallel to someone taking antibiotics when they’re not needed over and over to where eventually just quit taking it. You’ve expired it, gone the opposite Way. But ain’t that a Bitch tho. Please help us.

At this point Covid took me hostage for potentially the rest of my Life. No hyperbole. For the Second time in about 10 days I have wept and wept in immense, indescribable Pain you only know if you’ve also experienced constant Chronic Pain. Hard crying helps take in some endorphins but then I get another Headache so it’s just all Fucked -that’s the word, the only appropriate word for my currency. And, the best endorphin in some cases. Carries its own presence. Idk if this writing is helpful or not LOL.

I certainly don’t write for pity. It is just the truth that any contact is exhausting and can cost me. From seeing my family? Working? Hiking? A roller coaster? Anything like what would gentry do? TBH idk what it’s costing right now b/c I’m already spent. Then I’m like that is the most selfish thing ever. Then I’m also like I have to be selfish some to stay sane. I write to Connect. I think I can count on like 5-7 fingers having cried like this.

Even after all the …stuff I’ve been through. Mom reminded me of the endorphins potentially available when you cry like that. How tragic we’re desperate enough at times to attach a good feeling to something so terrible while you’re crying trying to pocket some b/c there’s certainly no sunshine in the other one.. B/c Exercise or exertion aren’t options. In a sense I like give the computer sheet of paper my Pain and when I hit Post it should all Go away until it says successful. Then I close my iPad b/c my eyes hurt.

Like most people with a 180 life spin you’ve most likely not seen it coming—for me, Especially after conquering so much and finally being in a Good place and looking up up for the first time in a long time. I’m still mad about that. Angry really. It’s unfair but even my situation is in isolation. It’s possible somebody in Singapore is feeling the same Pain. Or I think I went too far, China. +, we are bonding over this!

It’s not just the positive interactions and experiences we find solace in. I can’t get through this alone and putting my pride aside has been a difficult task I’ve pretty much holstered. I’m not much for a Group Project ever b/c I usually End up doing it all anyway or sitting in a circle with toilet paper with adjectives but that all we’ve got in a sense. Most of us used to be able to say headache or Migraine and a few hours to 48 hours it’s usually passed. That was me. Every Day it’s just Deep in my bones. My bones that hurt. That cry out and are dry and dancing. Get me there.

Anyone is sure welcome to share their story. The loneliness that is already a different one might feel more insulated. And, I’m sorry, sorry you’re dealing with w/e it might be. That’s the circle of metal chairs you’ll probably only find in Baptist churches I should be looking for.

Can we have Faith without Faith in that? I thought I Left seminary. Ah geez.

I gotta Go.

#family #love #Pain #Covid #Long-Haul #Long Covid #doctor #Chronic Pain #Life changes #lonely #sick #sad #hopelessness

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notsocheezy · 6 months ago

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Brain Curd #71

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Please enjoy.

Government Man shivered in his uncomfortable folding chair. It, like many others in this room, was placed along the contours of a circle, facing inward. It was a large room, one with scarcely any cover if a gunfight were to break out. It made him uncomfortable.

Others filtered in. A postal worker, a plumber, a theater usher, and more made their way to their seats and bit by bit haphazardly filled in the circle. It was nearly six PM.

A messy-haired man with glasses rushed in, carrying a backpack.

“Sorry I’m late, everyone,” he said, despite being perfectly on time. “My last class ran a little long.”

He took his seat in a prominent position, directly opposite Government Man’s chair, and quickly noticed that GM was unfamiliar.

“Is that a new face I see?” He asked. “Welcome to Adversaries Anonymous!”

The group murmured with a vague air of echoed welcome.

“Let’s go ahead and get started. As we always do, let’s begin with our first names and the answer to an icebreaker: What is your favorite thing to do when you’re off work? I’ll go first. I’m Cody, and when I’m not teaching college classes, I like to sit down with a good book and some tea.” He gestured to his left.

“Uh…” The baker rubbed his forehead. “I’m Pablo, and uh… I like to… watch TV?” He looked at the next person in the circle - the theater usher.

“I’m Deborah, annnnd… you’d think I’d like to watch movies at home, but I actually like painting.”

Next up, the plumber. “I’m Richard, and I… ah, hell, might as well be honest. I enjoy watching Drag Race.”

The whole group snapped in applause, as a reward for his honesty. Richard smiled, but hid his face. Government Man was next.

Everyone was staring at him now. He ceased shivering and now he could feel the sweat built up in his armpits. He wanted to run away. Or perhaps vomit. Maybe both, though in which order he couldn’t quite decide. He felt his face turning green.

“Are you alright, newbie?” Cody leaned forward, his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped together. “We can come back around to you if you need some time.”

“No, I…” Government Man broke the seal on his throat and found himself able to speak again. “My first name is classified.”

“Oh…” Cody leaned back in his chair. “What is it that you do?”

“That is also classified.”

“Huh.” Cody rubbed his goateed chin. “That might make things a little hard…”

“You can call me Government Man. That is what people usually call me. Or GM for short.”

Deborah interrupted. “Like a General Manager?”

“Please, Deborah,” Cody said calmly. “Let’s not interrupt him during his introduction.” He looked at Government Man again. “What do you like to do when you aren’t at work?”

Government Man searched his brain for an answer, any answer of any sort, and came up with nothing. At this point, he wasn’t sure he remembered the last time he left work.

“I enjoy gardening.” He said, having no recollection of ever planting, fertilizing, or even watering even a single plant. He couldn’t recall the feeling of dirt under his fingernails at any point in his life. Something about that sentence felt true, but he wasn’t sure what or why. Mostly he was glad to have said something so he could be left alone.

“Thank you, Government Man. We’re very glad you’re here.” Cody gestured to the next person around the circle.

The postal worker spoke. “You know, I work for the government too. It’s rough, huh?”

Government Man nodded slowly.

“Anyway, I’m Fred. Postal Fred as everyone calls me, but you can just call me Fred. When I’m home, I like to pop bubble wrap, because it’s about time it gets what’s coming to it, you know?” He pointed at Government Man. “This guy gets it. I know this guy gets it.”

Government Man nodded again, but had no idea whatsoever what he was agreeing with.

The soldier was next. “I’m Roberta. When I am not on duty, I enjoy baking bread.”

“Easy for you to say…” Pablo muttered under his breath.

“Alright, everyone, thank you so much for introducing yourselves!” Cody pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “Today, I’d really like to just check in with all of you and see how your recovery journeys are going. I know not all of us have had the time to work on ourselves yet, but I think it’ll be good for us all to see what kind of progress is possible and put things in perspective. Who would like to go first?”

To be continued tomorrow! Same Government time, same Government blog!

#NSC Original #brain curd #brain curds #writing #creative writing #writeblr #flash fiction #author #writer things #writers #writers on tumblr #writers of tumblr #writerscommunity #women writers #female writers #queer writers #Government Man #Adversaries Anonymous Part One #Government Man Ep 8

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notsogreatpotoo · 6 months ago

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Runaways & Soldiers

(may be updated later with more info about scenes, characters, plot, etc, but we will see)

referenced in this post but this is a currently dormant wip loosely based on that one tumblr post abt the 1860s

basically the idea is that six main characters meet and become unlikely companions under the stress of the civil war :]

abioye ross: was born a slave and later freed, but his wife is still enslaved. he’s very political bc duh. (one of his lines after being criticized for it is “I’m sorry for offending your white, upper-class sensibilities, and I also wish I was afforded the luxury of my existence here not being a political issue!”) ross is the last surname he can remember his mother ever using and while he was called john by slaveowners, his mother named him abioye, meaning ‘born into royalty’ because his mother wanted him to remember he was not what the white men said he was. would successfully improv a speech at the drop of a hat.

aodh byrne: irishman with a habit of being a little too blunt or unserious (humor to cope <3). he meets josiah as they’re moving away from MA, as he wants to avoid the new know-nothing governor. has to fight against people anglicizing his name in official papers as hugh bc ignorant bastards. grew up very poor but eventually his older brother was able to start bringing money home consistently. has to deal with the ‘no irish’ bs. aodh ends up becoming a son figure to / finding a father figure in ukita even though they don’t get along at first and josiah becomes a brother to him.

eugène barrault: he’s a french ex-pirate (old man) (not super old tho, he’s like 58), very loud to compensate for being mildly deaf, has a strange accent due to his travels. he becomes like an odd mentor to most of the group but jaquan is his partner (romantic). has so many weird skills from piracy. he loves to learn but didn’t really attend a formal school ever so what he knows and what he doesn’t is anyones guess. is always very excited to start a new adventure with the group. eugène is also the most likely to make a joke when they’re trying to be quiet.

jaquan ortiz: mestizo (mexican and comanche parents) man who chose to stay in the land usa got from mexico after the war. he initially moves to a port city to avoid tensions in the west and gets a job in handling cargo, which is how he met eugène <3. they literally bump into each other bc eugène didn’t hear jaquan’s warning and they were both carrying boxes. jaquan is just entranced by his partner’s ability to be so stupid and so smart (like me). he gets injured at one point and the exchange is: “I’m sorry I couldn’t be your husband.” “Respectfully Jaquan, what in hell else are you?” he helps reign in his partner’s tendency to be dangerously chaotic, and he’s really warm and loving, just quiet in comparison.

josiah campbell: he changed his first AND last name to run away and start a new life as a man outside of MA because of his prominent factory family. he’s stealth. he bonds a lot with aodh bc he realizes that he can lighten up even while presenting as a man, and he is fascinated with eugène’s seemingly endless life experiences and stories. keeps to himself a lot but is very kind and quiet and often enjoys the quiet with jaquan. aodh laments loudly that he doesn’t know how to make flower crowns after seeing some little kids make some and jaquan shows him how that night which ends up being an impromptu lesson to all of them. no one comments on him knowing how to make them. eugène ends up wearing flower crowns near daily for a little while after.

ukita iori: disgraced ex-samurai who feels a lot of shame surrounding his ‘cowardice’ but still wants to avoid interactions with those he loved so he feels a lot of culture shock from only being in america for a few years. hates drawing attention, frequently gets confused about how irreverent eugène acts despite being an elder, and ends up bonding with abioye over people hearing their names and not even wanting to bother despite the fact that they’re not that difficult. at one point aodh gets in a bar fight bc of some bastards and ukita finishes it, and despite being drunk off his ass, aodh lights up at the sight of him and it causes ukita to reflect because he’s never treated him particularly well and instead of a lecture aodh receives a new protector.

#my writing #my ocs #notsogreatpotoo

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raspberryspace · 1 year ago

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I hope you can accept who I am. I forever will always accept you as you are.

I’m tired of trying to string together some semblance of my current emotions only to be met with nothing. I’m tired of fighting myself. I’m tired of crying in my car. I can only claw at the hope that you never felt like I intentionally did this. I only ever wanted to reciprocate the feelings I had so deep within from one soul to another. You opened and grew my world as I know it. you irreplaceably shaped the goals and values I carry on today. I wanted and will always want to repay that. To reciprocate that pure partnership. Yet I own up and know just how fucking bad my naivety and unawareness was. I never wanted that. I only ever wanted the connection. I was so lonely and latched on to anything. I’m so sorry it had to be you. Im so sorry. I just want that love back it was never out of obligation. Ever. I was going through so much. I have cried over it too much to not second guess and fight this hard for it. I want it back so fucking badly. And I know it’s not the memories pushing this, it’s what created them. I know so many external factors plagued you. I know you made that decision. I just want to make sure it was truly the right one. But that’s just what I want. If I’m selfish then so be it but I want that back for the both of us. That feeling of finding that perfect puzzle piece that fits. My gut wrenches away at me daily- desperately trying to get me to not let go. To not give up. I want to work on this. I, I, I. I, am so fucking stupid. You’ve shown me through actions that you don’t want to talk. I can’t change any of that. I can only type these vague posts into the ether praying that you read them. I’m tired. I never wanted to do you wrong. I can’t ever ask for your forgiveness. I just want to ask if we can try to heal this. My chest aches for you too. I miss you profoundly. You paint the stars overhead every night. I just want to support you and serve you water when you’re thirsty late at night. I want to drive you around while you knit. Wah. I need to be present and in the moment for myself. I need to pour myself a glass of water. I’m grateful to have myself to do that. I’m glad I hold onto the values I have. It’s okay to give too much.

I can’t justify anything I just wish you would hear me.

There isn’t anything in this life worth fighting more over than this. I can’t shake this feeling that’s so rooted within me. I cant let this fall to the wayside.

It wasn’t your fault, I know why you had to do it. Can we start again?

God it feels like it just happened two days ago

Hate being bombarded with all these narratives on how to act or what to do, every single relationship is such a unique set of circumstances. Not everything is just block and ghost. No wonder people find it so difficult these days. No one fights for perfection, you adopt each others flaws and perfect them.

The people that you’re meant to have in your life won’t need persuading or convincing.

I’m ignorant to the fact that if you wanted to text me you would. But I want to text

You because I miss you. But you don’t. You don’t miss me. You don’t express that at least.

Music that makes you dance a little bit in your seat on a long drive is something to smile at.

My heart will always skip a beat for you, missing you next to us as we grow and discover this world. You’ll always be in my heart. At every corner of the globe. I won’t sit back and wait- there are places I want to see before I die. It hurts me like no other that I have to go without you, but rest assured I’m taking pictures for you. Taking pictures of you there. Taking pictures.

I wish I could go back and do so many things over again. I wish I wish I wish I wish.

What made you believe it wasn’t truly genuine, it wasn’t truly from the depths of my heart. What made it selfish to me? I think that’s what hurts the most. That and we were just starting. We just closed the distance and we’re going to begin the greatest journey of our life. Together. Just gone. Gone with no hesitation. A pro and con list. That also will forever stay with me.

Who knew spoiling myself with trips and cool clothes would make me sort of happy. Not a fulfilling as treating someone else, I don’t think my personality allows that to ever be the case unfortunately. I do love women’s wear so much though, I want to dress someone up.

I became secure and confident within our space, left to expose the insecurities and issues. Now I feel so lost.

You’ve always had to be patient when dealing with my emotions - I hope you’ve noticed my change in dealing with them. I’m a bit faster now, I’m standing up for the little guy in me more that’s for sure. I wish I could tell you all that I’ve been reflecting on. I know you probably don’t want to hear it.

I hope you’ll remember me on a sad day when you really need it. I hate that you’re alone. I hate that you’re feeling so lonely. I wished you a community I wish that you had that group there for you. I tried to hard to make sure I never got in the way of you making and finding that group, I was so sad the night you went out on Halloween. You never invited me you never asked. I had to close down the part that wanted to ask you to consider me. Jealousy and my own value came up and overwhelmed me. I just wanted you to be happy with your friends. I tried to front it out. I know that was a mistake on my end - I should have expressed what I was feeling. But I tired to show it when I dropped it all to be there for the pick up. I tried to show it with how accommodating I was. I hate that I did that to myself. I’m sorry.

Went hiking, wish you were here. I fell while walking barefoot in a stream before the waterfall, bruised my hip - reminds me of falling off my skateboard again. Kinda made me smile again. Only 11 miles, small change compared to the walking done in Japan… I’m jumping and ready to keep doing more but my friends are tired kinda sucks.

I miss you. I wish I could hold you.

#just my thoughts from the last time I posted #my chest aches too #it’s probably for the same reason we just won’t admit it #I hate this feeling #I told myself I would wait until your birthday #to make myself let go #but I couldn’t I really fucking can’t #i won’t stop crying over all the lost effort we both put in #it shouldn’t be this way #I just want to make sure you’re okay #why can’t I just be okay #I don’t deserve to be okay #only you do #my friends cared about you so much #where did this narrative of them not looking out for you come from It makes my gut hurt because you deserved them #where did it come from #fuck man #things I don’t want her to read #things I won’t even know she reads #please let me know #please #I wish I could go back to it all with everything I’ve learned #I know I would make it better I know I will be better #I wish I listened more when you asked me to play a singe player game so you could watch #why can’t I just give it up

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beckyfromdablocc · 2 years ago

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I am still alive.

Hi :)

How have you all been? I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long.

Things got really hard for a while. I kept jumping on every opportunity to feel better and in doing so, I lost myself again. I was carrying on, showing up everyday, but I wasn’t here.

This has to be by far the longest period of extreme depression I’ve ever been in. From October to February, I battled extreme suicidal thoughts daily. The only thing that kept me going was my dog. Knowing that if I went, he’d be locked in my little apartment or possibly taken away by animal control and put to sleep. I owe that little mutt my life. He laid by my bedside when I was trapped in my sheets unable to move despite the voice deep inside be screaming to just get up.

I could tell that this episode was different from the others. It seemed like it would never end. I kept holding onto the hope that one day I’d wake up and the heaviness in my limbs would suddenly be gone and a lighter mindset would come in and shift my perspective like it had so many times before. Not this time. I spent countless nights drinking and smoking myself in a stupor hoping to ease some of the pain I felt. It worked, temporarily. But, by the time I was alone and in bed for the night, the anxiety and depression came back with a vengeance. I isolated from everyone and cried alone for most of the nights.

I kept going through the motions. I’d show up for work every day. I’d still spend time with my best friend and he could see that I wasn’t myself. He sat through it with me, never once making me feel bad like many had before for not being the bubbly person they wanted me to be. I’m grateful to him for that. Maybe more than he’ll ever know.

I walked out of my job. I showed up for my shift as normal. I had set up a suicide attempt the night before and had decided against going through with it. I showed up for my shift on time as I usually do, only to realize I’d worn the wrong shoes (we had uniforms, only my shoes were in violation). Living as far as I did from that workplace, I was not too keen on driving 45 minute to go change my shoes only to drive another 45 minutes to come back, so.. I left. I remember staring blankly at the wall with my posted schedule on it and listening to the bickering and chastising from my manager about my shoes. I turned around silently and slowly and walked out. It felt surreal watching my phone ring in the passenger seat of my car. I expected to feel my usual wave of anxiety as the voicemail notifications piled up, but I never even listened to them. I sent a text to a former boss and secured another job within the hour of leaving this one.

Immediately after leaving this job, I fell sick. A horrible cold (not covid, I checked multiple times) that had me barely conscious for the better part for five days. After battling fever dreams and the inability to breathe for a few days, I emerged feeling better than I had in a while. There was that spontaneous revival I had been begging and hoping for. Ever since then, I’ve acclimated at my new job. I have amazing managers and coworkers. My new place of work is super chill and I’ve been working on myself and my happiness. This is the happiest I’ve been in quite a very long time. I just wanted to write it down.

I’m sure I’ll be due for another depressive episode any day now, but for now I thoroughly enjoying my current zest for life and apparent good luck. I’m feeling more and more grateful every day. I’m happy I have more energy and now more time to spend with my dog who stayed by my side faithfully throughout my darkest time. He seems happy to see me up and running around with him outside. My best friend recently stated how much happier I seem. I took a break from drinking and smoking and now I’m able to enjoy it socially again without the impending sense of doom hours later.

So I guess things really do get better. When I was deep in it, I was so angry and confused because I said that exact same prase to myself again. “I thought it was supposed to get better”. “ I thought I was doing better, what happened”? “I’m never going to get to feel better”. This time around, I really made myself proud. Normally I’d abandon all hope and become comfortable in making myself a victim to my depression. This time around, I held onto that shred of hope as dismal as things seemed, and I carried on. I’m proud of my little progress and I can’t wait to make more.

I’, really liking documenting my life’s ups and downs on tumblr. It helps me think things out a lot. If you happen upon this, I hope you like my silly retellings. my more egotistical self hopes maybe you’ll find some experiences that can help you in your own life, or at least maybe just bring you some comfort when you need it. :)

Well, that’s it. Just wanted to let yall know what I was up to for the past few months. Till next time <3

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dianight · 1 year ago

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@mind-blaze ---

Otherside Picnic (dynasty, ongoing): Originally I read the manga up to chapter 50 something, then the novel because it was just that good. Go read the synopsis, maybe a few chapters. If you like it you'll absolutely love the novels.

Mahou Shoujo ni Akogarete (dynasty, ongoing): Found this one browsing dynasty scans when it had like 5 chapters. Main character gets recruited to fight magical girls, at first she's not too happy over time she starts getting into it. Kinda horny, slow start and it ramps up. An anime is coming up but my expectations are low since it's a pretty explicit series.

Qualia the Purple (dynasty, completed): I saw it mentioned at some point and gave it a chance. It's a story about two childhood friends, one of them perceives humans as robots and the consequences of this condition. Slow start and a bit text heavy at times, it's a short series about how we percieve each other and how our actions affect people close to us (<- subjective).

Asumi-chan is Interested in Lesbian Brothels! (dynasty, ongoing): Another gem from browsing dynasty scans, this series is literally a self insert fantasy (<- for me). Asumi is still not over a crush and she finds out that she might be working at a lesbian brothel, so she books a date in order to meet her again. Story goes from there as she meets more people. From mangadex synopsis: "Thus begins a journey of self-discovery and sexual exploration as she sets out to find her one that got away."

Mage & Demon Queen (webtoon, completed): Malori (mage) tries to defeat marry the Demon Queen. Although a typical hero-must-fight-demon-lord-queen story it is enjoyable and charming enough that I feel it deserves a recommendation. Pretty funny, slightly too long for the story itself. The character interactions are what carry the series.

Sorry, but I’m Not into Yuri (dynasty, ongoing): In which Toudou tries different schemes that eventually backfire getting more and more girls into her. Very funny series about a scummy lesbian in denial who happens to charm any girls she interacts with. I've seen this series described as "trashy" before, not a fan of the term but I can see what people mean by that. Check the author's other works btw.

Watamote (ongoing, there's so many doujins in dynasty that I don't know if the actual series is in there): Very difficult recommendation, this series has what in video game lingo would be called a very high difficulty curve to get into. I've posted about it before.

Magirevo (dynasty, ongoing): Princess in a world with magic with no magic and memories of a past real life world. Surprinsingly fun read with the kind of character development that seems realistic enough to keep my interest.

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Other series that I am either catching up/rereading because I started them at some point and they were not finished.

Cheerful Amnesia (complete): Lighthearted series about a couple where one of the girls has lost her memories. Started this one years ago when it had a couple chapters, will finish it soon (<- when I can).

Can't Defy the Lonely Girl (complete): Literally reading this, paused to type this post. Honour student Ayaka couldn't get into her high school choice due to pressure, so she gets roped into getting Sora to attend school in order to get a recommendation.

SHY (dynasty, ongoing): Superhero story with tons of undertones. Another dynasty find back when it had ~10 chapters. At some point I lost interest but recently I decided to bring back it to see if I can catch up.

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Other series that are less yuri if that even makes sense but it's still there.

Bocchi the Rock! and the Hiroi spinoff (both ongoing): A group of girls starting her rock band and tumblr's favourite series according to my dashboard. And the daily life of Hiroi Kikuri.

100 Kanojo (ongoing): Although very clearly a harem, due to character interactions over time (Hakari and Karane in particular) I'd say it counts. Probably the only "harem" I'd praise due to its parody nature and how it avoids sidelining any of the girls.

What Happens Inside the Dungeon (completed but resumed with a "sidestory" that is just a contination): Hilarious series about an elf woman in a continent where people are very open about their sexual interests. Although not yuri exactly, the main characters are a group of women that often fuck each other so I felt like it deserves a brief mention.

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Some of those series are not done justice by my lack of eloquence but surely we can get find something interesting, right?

In a yuriful mood. I've been catching up on many manga and finishing a few aswell.

#manga recommendation

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ventique18 · 2 years ago

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Generous

(Full image + fanfic under the cut)

Type: Fanfic + Sketch

Pairing: Malleus x afab!Reader

Warnings and notes:

Smut! 🔞 Minors DNI!!

Malleus POV

Oral (Y/N receiving), Dom!Mal, pseudo-public

Sketch: suggestive (MC in underwear) but not too graphic

Links to other works: https://ventique18.tumblr.com/post/686055226886832128/masterlist

- Fanfic start -

“Outrageous. Utterly odious.”

The heels of my shoes resound in the hallway in sharp clacks. I thunder across the stone floor; aware that the mere pressure of my stride is battering the poor, weathered pathway— and yet, not caring enough to calm myself out of my turbulent thoughts. Too impassioned to slow down if only for the sake of the footsteps behind me.

“Mal,” you breathe, frantically trying (and failing) to catch up to me, “I’m so, so sorry. We all thought you were just running late—“

“And you deem me not important enough to wait for, or even inform, before you all began your merry tea party? Diasomnia, my own dorm, downing tea and stuffing their faces full of cupcakes without their housewarden?” I whirl around to face you, and you stop abruptly, “What is the purpose of this cellphone you humans are so fond of, if you cannot even utilize it to send a simple notice?”

I see your body freeze, eyes wide in what I surmise is guilt. You bring your hands to the hem of your slack’s pockets; fidgeting and not meeting my eyes, “Grim borrowed it earlier to watch spelldrive videos."

“I believe other students have phones, Y/N,” I snap back.

You clamp your mouth shut, and I sigh. It’s not as if I do not grasp the concept of getting carried away by the moment, and indeed I am guilty of such in many moments of my daily life. It’s only that… Whenever I think of how happily you were chatting with my subjects— the way you chuckle at Sebek’s eating habits and how you prod at Silver’s arm to stir him awake…

If I were in that picture, you would be laughing with me instead.

Still, I suppose it IS rather unfair to put all the blame on you solely because I was… jealous, of my retainers. Ah, how degrading it is to admit such paltriness, even in my private thoughts.

I sigh again, “No matter. I’m quite used to such audacity,” I turn my back to you again, intending to return to my quarters at once, “Now, forgive my rudeness, for I wish to retreat for the day.”

In one stride, my hand was on the door to the dorm’s throne room. And then I stopped when you hesitantly tugged at my coattail.

“Mal,” you look at your shoes; likely stringing your words in your head, "I'm really sorry for earlier," your eyes flicker up to meet with mine, "I really thought you were just... busy in the restroom or something."

A faint blush creeps up your cheeks, and I do not know what kind of foolishness you're thinking.

I let you continue, nonetheless, "But I want to make it up to you. Twice, ten times, I don't know. I hope I'm still your favorite person even if I accidentally ate your share of cupcakes."

I blinked, "You ate my cupcake?" I asked, honestly not knowing what to say. I do not understand the relevance of this cupcake in this conversation.

Your face grew noticeably more embarrassed, "Any-anyway, if you're free, let's go on an ice cream date at Sam's? I'll treat you!"

I almost burst into laughter right there and then. Leave it to you to turn any situation twice lighter. I already forgive you, of course I always do, both for the lack of notice and for eating the cupcake I care so little about. And yet who am I to reject your gracious offer to make it up to me?

If I were a common man, I would have already taken your hand and pranced our way to your idea of a childish date. I would have kissed the cream off your lips and exchanged fruity flavors with you. I would have held your hands and whispered to you how much I loved you.

And yet that was not me. Such colorful imagery was not me.

You give me an inch, I'll take a mile. You know how the fae work.

"Ah, but I'm not quite in the mood for anything sweet," I gently pry your fingers off my jacket and into my hold, "But I have a different flavor in mind, if you would?"

I narrow my eyes at you; a heavy meaning deep in my tone. I watch your pupils dilate, and whether it be from fear or excitement, you do not voice. Yet, you nod greedily at me-- too quickly to be innocent, and my lips tug into a wide grin.

Thud. Your back hits the door with a dull sound, but you do not react at all to the pain-- too entranced by the pleasure brought about by my mouth on your neck.

I run my tongue from the base of your neck to the edge of your jaw; sucking and licking your plump flesh as if I'm melting a ripe peach on my mouth. I flick at your earlobe and watch you shudder. I chuckle. To see your trembling in my hold, your hands clinging onto any part of me you could hold, feet helplessly dangling and pressing against the door as I keep your weight from touching the ground.

Truly, seeing you so desperately depend on me sends a perverse wave of satisfaction to my core.

More.

My hand wanders to your stomach; squeezing tightly to inflict just a little bit of pain while my tongue massages the column of your throat.

I want you more.

And so my fingers, sinful as they are, glides between your thighs-- and you close them shut.

"My," I draw circles on your thigh with a finger, unimpeded by your action, "Do you dislike my touches, my darling?" I whisper languidly before blowing a hot breath to your reddened ear.

You shiver once again, eyes closing as your breath catches in your throat. You don't respond to me, however.

"And yet you seem to like my kisses, no?" I provoke, a low chuckle rumbling within my chest, "Very well. Luckily for you, I'm feeling rather generous today."

I drop you down, and you squeak. Not out of the sudden impact on your toes, I don't think so, but perhaps because of me suddenly kneeling in front of you on one knee. I laugh at your bewildered expression.

I see. I believe this is how humans profess their undying love to each other, correct? How adorable. The way your cheeks redden like round apples is adorable. Your innocent thoughts are entirely adorable.

Though, I am no such romantic.

Without bothering to comment on whatever it is that is running in your mind, I quickly bring my hands on your waist and undid the buttons of your slacks. I've done this a dozen of times, and so it didn't take long for me to bring both your pants and underwear to your ankles.

You gasp and throw a hand on my shoulder on reflex, "Malleus, what are you doing--"

Exactly what you see I'm doing, love.

My mouth opens, and your knees buckle at the hot breath that caresses your labia. I prod your bud, ah how small and cute it is, with the tip of my tongue and an unintelligible garble flows out of your throat. I sweep a circle around your bud before taking a straight line towards your awaiting hole.

A drop of salty honey drips in my mouth. Thick, viscuous, slick. Hot. I greedily suck at your folds; desperately extracting more of the heavy scent invading my senses.

My nose hits your bud and you muffle a scream. Why are you holding back?

Sing.

So my tongue stabs at your hole; mercilessly, impatiently. I run it through the ridges of your cavern. I explore urgently, wanting to taste every nook and cranny of you, drinking myself silly with the intoxicating tincture of your nectar and your sweat. I silently thank my anatomy for giving me quite the long tongue. Reaching the deepest parts of you proves to be fascinatingly easy, and the melody of your moans turns out to be an easy reward.

"Mal, Malleus!" You groan, and I feel a tightness in my underwear at the thought of you dirtying my name with your lustful mouth, "Public, we're in public..." You manage to choke out.

The door is tightly locked. The room is enchanted so that not a sound would escape through any gaps at all. I do not delight in the prospect of others seeing or hearing your lewd body.

But of course you have no awareness of that.

And I like that.

I like seeing you writhe.

Instead of answering, I close my mouth around your bud and give it a hard suck. You scream in surprise, but I do not let up and instead flick my tongue across it multiple times. Front and back, sometimes left and right. I put a light nibble in between, and then a light bite to throw you off the rhythm.

I watch in perverse satisfaction as you throw your head back and knock it against the door, legs shaking wildly as the balls of your feet lift off the ground. Your fingernails scratch at the wood. Your drool dribbles down your chin. Your chest, still clothed, heaves up and down to catch the air that escapes your lungs.

How annoying. That shirt is annoying.

And so magically it's gone, and you are left completely naked with your pert nipples completely exposed for me to feast my eyes upon.

Stiff and supple. Cute.

"Mal!" You yelled, embarassment amplifying your heavy arousal, "What if," you moaned again as I plunge two fingers inside you, "What if someone... someone.... Nhhn, ah!"

Three now. My fingers are long, and I reach the entrance to your womb. How cute the little button inside you is. I caress it, and you collapse forward, hands tightly grabbing on my horns.

I must punish you for that.

I send a shockwave to your womb, and you sputter. Your walls clench and unclench in such an erotic way, as if you're begging me for more. Holding tightly onto me like a death grip. Releasing copius amounts of honeyed liquid as if weeping for me to put my cock inside you, fuck you hard, and inject you with so much semen you're sure to wake up carrying my child in your stomach.

"Malleus!" You scream once more, loud enough to rattle your entire body against my hold, "I'm going to--!"

And then I pull out. Your eyes open wide. I let go of you, and you almost slide down to the floor with how weak your knees have become.

I turn my back to you and walk away.

You, using your bewildered, shaky voice, reach out to me with an echo, "Where... Where are you going?"

I stop, "Why," I half-look at you, a huge grin splicing across my face, "this is the throne room. My throne room. And I am to take a seat, as its King."

I see you tremble from the unsatisfied arousal leaking out of your petals. I laugh wickedly, "If you have any requests, I shall listen to them."

I lazily stroll forward, taking my time to lower myself onto the throne all the while watching you struggle, "But only if you prostrate yourself before me and beg, Child of Man."

I raise a finger and beckon. You lower yourself on the ground, as if glamoured. But you were not. Of course not. It was only you, and only your own lustful thoughts, only your lewd body, that obeyed my ridiculous words.

You inch forward, breasts swaying, naked. Plump ass up in the air. Your core exposed, reddened, swollen from how much nectar is leaking and dripping and oozing out of your desperate hole.

Such a beautiful, sinful fruit. Molded by me, ripened for me. Only for me.

I lick my lips, "Now, what shall it be? Luckily for you, I am feeling quite generous tonight."

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #smut #malleus x reader #twst fanfic #twst fanart

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