colemorrison

[colemorrison]

STOPPP I WAITED ACTUAL EONS FOR THIS AND ITS PERFECT THANK YOU MY LOVE

Pretend this isn’t who you think it is.

I have kind of an odd request, with Cassidy, but like him being a bad boyfriend and eventually reader breaks up with him because of it and they randomly meet later and reader says this to him.

“Oh, golden boy, don't act like you were kind, you were mine, but you were awful every time.”

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Four years ago you left Cole Cassidy. A mutual decision for the most part. He had been terrible; always forgetful, never apologising, the endless nights of alcohol consumption which should've landed him in hospital, and the suppressed anger wasn't something to scoff at.

It hurt you to leave, to get the courage to walk away, but it had to be done, whether you wanted to or not. You had to leave, forget that man and move on.

Yet, despite all of the pain you went through, you still loved him. Of course, you did. He was the one who helped you through it the most, the one that was always there for you. But now, he was a distant memory, one you wanted to forget completely.

However, four long years had passed and you only bumped into the cowboy. He was still the same, though, the lines on his face had deepened ever so slightly. He seemed more mature, both physically and mentally.

He spoke to you, that day in the street, the two of you have some small talk and Cassidy wanted to try again. It's only when you spoke did he realise it was too late.

"Oh, golden boy, don't act like you were kind, you were mine, but you were awful every time."

Cassidy stood there, unable to process your words. He wanted nothing more than to grab you, pull you close and make you remember all the good times you had with him, but it wouldn't change your mind.

He knew that. You were stubborn. Stubborn 'till the end.

The cowboy watched you leave, he eyes still glued to your back and words stuck in his throat. You were gone and he had completely fucked up the one true relationship he had ever wanted.

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KOFI

[colemorrison]

I know I've been suuuuper inactive on here but I'm working on my own original novel. It's about vampires and camp counsellors.

[colemorrison]

Idk if people even read silent hill or like it anymore but im working on a James x cop reader fic :3

"Whoever you're searching for is most likely already gone, now go before I take you out of town myself." He watched the cuffs swing around your pointer finger, a blush coated his cheeks, why was that attractive? Why did he suddenly want to ask if you'd travel with him?

"James. I'm James, James Sunderland." A small almost unnoticeable smile crossed your lips, before you rolled your eyes, and shoved passed him. You were being rude but you had to kick him along otherwise he would follow and ask for your help meaning you would want to protect him and that would risk both your lives.

[colemorrison]

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ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪꜱᴇ..

Ramattra had gotten so used to your laughter and warmth it felt agonizingly cold when you weren't at his side.

Ramattra x GN!Reader Warning’s : Just some cheesy, clingy love. @ya-zz Word Count : 243

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Time spent apart was a blessing and a curse, he missed your laughter, the warmth your presence brought, the feeling he felt with you. Emotions were difficult, especially with him being a robot, he didn't know how to show them like humans did sometimes but with you. With you he felt like he was perfect, like he was a good boyfriend.

He dialed your number pacing your shared home, it felt wrong to lay in the bed you two purchased, to relax on the couch you both picked out. It felt wrong to live without you by his side. Ramattra had gotten so used to your laughter and warmth it felt agonizingly cold when you weren't at his side. "Hi love."

The ominc spoke through the phone making you smile, even if you two were unable to be together at the moment, you still managed to make time for one another. "Hi darling." You spoke listening to the way he emitted a small bit of steam, he adored pet names and other affections. If he had it his way, he would be wrapped around you 24/7 and never let go.

"I miss you, you're due home soon, yes?" You hadn't told him the flight had been delayed longer, it saddened you both. Your big teddy bear of an omnic wanted to go and pick you up himself, but that would be over the top.

"I'll be home before you know it, Ramattra."

[colemorrison]

He GIVES the best hugs, no past tense, I refuuuuse that, and I needed to see these hugs realized so, here, indulge 💖

[colemorrison]

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ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ɢᴏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ɢᴏ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴇᴇꜰᴀʟʟ

Summary

James Sunderland x DEAD!Reader Warning's : Suicide, jumping off a building, blood. Word Count : 441

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Let it go. All you had to do was jump, not even jump, just free fall down. The building was tall enough, it would be an instant death, your mind would go quiet, the voices would silence and you would finally be at peace. But oh James, sweet James.. Whatever would he do without you? The music that played from the club down the street made you smile despite the circumstances it was true, it was a song you listened to on occasion, when it got really bad.

Only threw this party for you, I only threw this party for you, for you, for you

Maybe if you lifted one foot up, feeling the way the wind rushed against your back like it wanted you to jump. "I'm about to party on you" you almost wanted to dance, the way you and James used to in the kitchen before he got unstable again. The air was cold, colder than you wished it was, it made you miss the way James’ arms wrapped around you during these cold months.

The fog that made the building seem ten times taller than it was reminded you of Silent Hill, almost as if you had somehow ended up there again. Perhaps you were there, maybe you had gotten sick and James was convinced you were there. It was stupid, saying all these things to convince yourself this was worth the jump. That death was worth it all.

Watch me, watch me party on you, yeah

Before you realised what was happening, you were falling the wind flying through your hair, you felt free for once, everything stopped. It was peaceful, you assumed a million thoughts would be going through your head but only one actually did. James. You heard him saying your name, oh how sweet it sounded coming from his lips, he was such a sweetheart, always wanted to please you to atone for his sins.

By the time he found you it was too late, a pile of.. Well you laid on the ground, blood, flesh and broken bones, but it was still who he had come to love. He knelt beside your corpse tears threatening to fall but he didn't want to cry, he hated crying but god oh god.. You were gone.

He knew you had been struggling, he had always known but he thought it was getting better, your blood coated his jeans as he came closer, he could still make out your face. Oh his sweet lover, now all gone. If only he had paid more attention, made more of an effort, if maybe he hadn't been so selfish.

[colemorrison]

relapsed again (thought abt a cowboy from a game i havent cared abt in years)

[colemorrison]

every time it’s foggy out i think about james sunderland and pyramid head both using me

[colemorrison]

Your writing is so lovely! If you are still taking requests, could you write something with James Sunderland as a service top? I just can't make up my mind if he'd be a pathetic sad cat man or a out of control feral, haha.

thank you babes, much love to you.

you know… i can see him be both. a person’s persona can fluctuate depending on how they’re feeling so i don’t think james would be a person that’d only lean one way… with that being said, ill use this as an opportunity to write nsfw headcannons for all: pathetic, service top and feral (and etc).

j. sunderland nsfw headcannons (trans/enby friendly)

minors dni

a/n: I kind of when overboard but even still… i don’t think this is the best i could’ve done. it’s pretty noisy all around me and i wasn’t able to put much thought into this… i hadn’t event proof read it… but i hope you like it.

service top:

• he could care less if you gave him any type of touch. he just wants to be able to make you feel good. every time you’d cum, it was like an achievement for him… feeling the need to have his own orgasm untouched while using his hands or mouth on you.

• james is far too good at dirty talk. he keeps it short and sweet but even then it was enough to make your stomach dip— his gentle rasp and the diction in his words… the tone it flowed in… he’d have you melting in the bed from his ability to sweet talk you through it. he’d ask obvious questions, wanting you to tell him how good he’s making you feel, such as: “does it feel good when i touch you here?” or “you like it when i fuck you like this, hm?” he’d direct his lips onto your skin, lips or ear so you’d be able to feel every vowel vibrate against you.

• while riding, he could care less if he’d cum— though he most definitely will— he just adores the way you’d bounce on it, feeling his body stiffen as he lets you use him like a toy. he’d eye his cock, seeing how you’d leave a rim of cream all around the base of it, seeing how many times you’ve came on it with him cum too, saying: “good baby… use my dick just like that.”

• that goddamn nose of his. the little bump on the bridge of it… it’s all to be in use of you riding it. don’t let him breath… he doesn’t care for it. only have the scent of your arousal to fill his airwaves. fuck it, he wants you to, feel the protruding feature pleasure you until you’d cum on it.

him being pathetic:

• use him however you please… he wants it… so fucking badly. any part of his body, he’d like to think you owned it all— like your name was branded and embedded into his flesh. his lips… tongue, cock, hands and thighs. all of it, he wants you to take over, use him like a fuck toy.

• isn’t he just so respectful? saying yes ma’am/sir, please and thank you. you have him wrapped around your finger… whatever you want him to do, he gladly does. no matter if you slap him across the face… or on his cock, pull his hair a little tighter than the last or allow him to fuck you, he’d praise you beyond words.

• eye contact was hard… especially when you teased him and called him his favorite pet names. he’d stutter when being talked to… not even being able to look at you in the eye without him hyperventilating and wanting you to take control of him.

• he’s a chronic humper. clothed or not, he wants to rut against you like a fucking dog, using your knee, leg or shoe to get himself off.

• you up for eating him out? he wouldn’t be able to handle it anyway. never in any of his past relationships did he have his hole played with… he never even gave himself the opportunity to do it for himself, but once you lapped your tongue against him as you instructed him to stroke himself, he was in total bliss. his moans would roar… bouncing against the walls as his hips would swivel against your mouth— crying at the feeling once your tongue slips inside… not knowing what to do with himself with this new form of pleasure.

• his cock is your cock… you own his cock and hes never been prouder to say it. he’d be such a good boy for you, not touching himself unless instructed to or without your yes. cbt is essential… fuck does he love it when you slap his balls, making him flinch on contact. each slap would make him count on your request, his voice trembling after each number he’d whine. the pained sensation only gets him closer to his orgasm, loving the way you abused his cock and balls, not afraid of a little impact play, having him puddle all over his own navel.

• he’s not one to last… hes known to cum prematurely… his ability to hold in his orgasm is low whether he holds it or not… edging only makes it even more fun knowing how quick he can break— him laying on his back, hands tied tightly with bondage rope… his cock would be lathered in lube, the lightest touch of you’d stroke him, watching his pretty face contort as he’d moan like a little puppy. as instructed, he’d announce when he’s close, his sentences not even coming out fully… toes curling… back arching… thighs tensing as well as his abdomen just so you could see the outline of him at every clench. sometimes it’d be too late, resulting in him pleading for forgiveness… chanting sorry over and over again hoping to not have disappointed you. you thought he’d need a lesson, picking up your pace until he couldn’t take it anymore… his body vigorously jolting every which way from being too sensitive… all to have him squirting all over himself, trembling like a little mutt.

him being feral:

james… james… james… at quick glance, one can only assume that he’s vanilla— just a pathetic little man who gets off to the simplicity of missionary (which is also true) and he’d need nothing else more than that… but god is this man just a fucking animal.

• his moans… as we’ve all heard the way he stomps on enemies… you can only imagine how he’d sound when he’s far into his lust… devilishly enticed, losing his goddamn mind. he’d grunt heavily and deeply, almost snarling at how good he feels— his body not even connecting with his brain and letting his body take over, fucking you harder than he’s ever had, leaving you in a blabbering mess.

• though he can’t keep eye contact while being pathetic… him being feral is a whole different story. he’d force you to look at him, wanting you to witness the dark lust that grows within his pupils. he wants to talk to you with the hazel of his eyes, not wanting one second to be wasted with you not looking at him.

• he has a big dick. let’s not lie to ourselves. just a bit over average… it being thick in girth and long. it still surprises you each time he’d take it out… even when soft. he’d stare at your lips when you talk or ate or even drank… replacing the fork you ate with with his huge cock plunging down into your throat. with feral grunts, he’d grip your head to steady itself, having his hips snap, balls slapping at your chin, loving how tight your throat is wrapped around him, saying: “i love your fucking throat.”

• his hands can’t stay in one place, ever. he needs to grip and grope your body until you stung… as if you’d disappear from him. spanks and handprints… hands wrapped around your throat. he wanted to paint your body in pain.

• fuck your clothes. he cares nothing for them. yes, he loves it each time you’d show off to him or mutual friends about what you put together— seeing you as the prettiest thing he had beside him but it only gradually becomes harder for him to not want to rip off your clothes and fuck you wherever you stood. his fingers would go within its fabric, tearing it, loving the sound as it ripped.

• you looked so pretty while sleeping… he’d coo in your ear on how precious you looked. he couldn’t help but feel his cock grow at the sight… no matter how much he told himself to calm down… he just fucking couldn’t. he’d slide your pajama bottoms and underwear down, just to fuck you slow, starting off gentle then having himself rut into you roughly with you moaning sleepily.

• while he’s bottoming, he’d snarl through his teeth, demanding you to fuck him harder, faster… abuse his hole until all he knew was your name. he’d be captivated by the way you fuck him so deeply and the sounds of your skin slapping against each other. he’d hold you close, wanting you to be one with his being, so there’d be nothing you could do but ram yourself into him.

extra hc:

for men, trans men and masculine enbys:

• he loves calling you his ‘pretty boy’, treating you like the prince that you deserve to be treated— praising you and all of your features.

• god he fucking loves your cock. he can’t wait to have his mouth all on it, slobber on it, suck on it until his spit would turn thick and bubble at the sides of his lips and all over your thighs. he’d beg, just to have you use his pretty face to get off— fingers intertwined in his hair, within his scalp… he wants it to fucking hurt. just know he loves it sloppy, targeting your balls knowing how sensitive they are, with his pretty eyes looking up through his lashes. he’d let your cock/strap fall deep into his throat… tears beading at his waterline until he could successfully have the imprint of it outlining his throat. when his nose would bump against your pubic bone… god he was in heaven, huffing the sweet smell of your crotch after a long day of work. his eyes would roll back, nearly passing out, not caring if his breathing was little to none, he wants his throat destroyed. (for ones with tdicks:) he’d flick his tongue all over it, revel in its beauty at how it would twitch and throb and grow. he’d mutter against it: “baby you’re so big…” loving how you’d flutter in his mouth after every harsh suck.

• frotting… man does he love to frot. the feeling of his cock and yours rutting against each other or fitting into one fleshlight… he wouldn’t even be able to last long but he would go on and on just to continue feeling your hot cock throb and cum against his. while laying, his body on top of yours, he’d let his hips snap, feeling the rough bounce of your cocks colliding, moaning wildly in the crook of your neck, enjoying the desperation in every hungered hump. (for ones with tdicks:) james would leak, his clear precum oozing from the head of his cock, letting it drip down onto yours, seeing the way it’d ripple down the skin of your throbbing dick, mouthing how hot it looks to make a mess on you. he’d rub himself on you, feeling your hard bud massage the sides of his shaft, your slick coating his cock until every movement you’d be able to hear from how wet it was. he loves when you’re riding him through a frot, feeling your dick drag all over him, leaving his cock glistening with rough fingers prodding at your waist.

• he doesn’t care about the size of you… that’s the last thing on his mind to care… he just wants you inside of him. he’d anticipate you… his hole puckering with excitement just to feel himself wrap around you. he’d want you to go raw, pound him until he was sore afterwards, having the ability to feel you even with the absence of your cock… pleading for you to fill him up until he leaks out once you’d pull yourself out. (for ones who uses straps:) you’d give him the pleasure of picking a strap he’d want to feel, choosing one he knows you enjoy using on him, treating the strap as if it was apart of you, moaning inaudibly as you fuck him with conviction…. his pretty cock and balls bouncing, untouched, all for your display. (for ones with tdicks:) in celebration of your growth, he encourages you to fuck him with it. when sliding yourself in… man doesn’t this boy love the pleasured look you’d have displayed on your face, finding pleasure in not just him being penetrated by you but the sight of how you’d react being inside of him. he’d feel your cock throb inside, puckering his whole for more grip, holding onto his balls, looking down at where you both connected, just to get a better view of you fucking up into him. he’s say: “you’re so big baby..” egging you on, resulting in you going faster.

for women, trans women and feminine enbys:

• aren’t you just the prettiest thing he’s laid his eyes on. there’s never a time he wouldn’t remind you of that. calling you everything in the book while stimulating your body all over— soft touches, gliding fingers. he’d treat you like a princess for hours and he wouldn’t even need to rush himself to fuck you… touching you was just enough.

• he wants you to make a mess… squirt all over him and make him drenched. his mouth is entirely too gifted. him looking the way he is… it looks pretty obvious. he’d work his mouth and fingers, knowing all the pressure points and favored spots that’ll make you scream and have your legs squeeze together. he’d take all of it, drinking your gift, having his entire face and mouth wet from you. (for trans women and/or people with amab genitalia:) all his attention would be on your pretty ‘clit’. using his hands and tongue to touch the frenulum, letting it flutter against it until your body curled up, unable to control yourself from the feeling. he’d have you cum over and over again, rolling his finger against the tip of your clit, noticing the sharp inhales and the hollowing of your abdomen until you’d squirt all over yourself, praising you: “that’s my pretty baby… let it all out.”

• he’s addicted to your pussy. any chance he’d get he’d want himself buried in between your legs, tiring out his mouth just to have the taste of you linger on his tongue. with controlled fingers, he’d penetrate them deeply, trying to find the spot he knew would drive you into insanity, not wasting a second to stimulate your clit while doing so. (for trans women and/or people with amab genitalia:) he just adores the way your clit fills his mouth. he’d swallow it, inhale it, make sure to take it all in his mouth just see your body shutter at every moment of his mouth.

visual hcs:

• him cumming from cock torture.

• james thinking about you while using his fleshlight.

• as we’ve all seen that mod — and you haven’t, i suggest you look — it got me thinking, heavily about his body type, more so the way his pubic hair would look. (if you’re not one to enjoy body hair… this is not for you) james is very hairy. yes, he shaves but not entirely too often. it’s a russet brown, running all the way up towards his navel, sprawling out on his thighs. when wearing his underwear, sometimes they’d hang lowly off his hips, his pubic hair peaking from the elastic.

[colemorrison]

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ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴍɪꜱꜱ ɪᴛ

"I killed someone." You said next, grabbing his attention, your eyes were wide, like you hadn't meant to admit it. "Not literally. Well, it's like this. I was born a girl, she was so sweet, a struggling kid and well. I'm me now, meaning she's gone. I killed her." James tried to follow, nodding along as you spoke, should he come clean too?

James Sunderland x FTM! Reader Warning's : GRAPHIC descriptions of self harm, blood, cutting and burning and obviously killing people. Word Count : 793

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His pacing only made you more anxious, this town was a prison to everyone who crossed it's path, but at least it had brought you and James together. You stood sliding into a different room, you couldn't handle any more noises, it was overstimulating and made you crave the thin little blade, the way it sat in-between your fingers, the way it cut through the skin on your body. Your lighter, it was your best friend, watching the way your skin would heat up, burning the little hairs.

James peeked through the door way, soft features and puppy eyes looking for you. When they met with your sad broken eyes his nonexistent ears practically flattened. “Did I upset you? I didn’t mean to.. Bother you, was it the pacing?” He slid into the room, standing awkwardly by your side, he twiddled his fingers, every few seconds looking over at you. He knew the look in your eyes, the look of craving harm, wishing pain on yourself.

“It’s not worth it. Harming yourself..” Your silence broke his heart, he hated it, he wanted to fix it, to take your pain, triple it and give it to himself. He reached over, long fingers lacing with yours, he wanted to fix it, to help you so you didn't become the way he was. Living in a constant state of guilt and regret for what you did was something you two almost bonded over, he knows what he did and you know what you've done. You both killed her, you, a young girl and he, his late wife.

Neither of you had told each other what you've done, it felt wrong, to tell people you're a murderer, someone who had blood drenched on their hands. But the feeling of guilt and regret were noticeable, trembling hands, wandering eyes. "Thank you." The man lit up at your voice coming towards his ears, it was sweet, a twinge of gentleness that he craved, his eyes wandered to your laced fingers, your skin looked so soft, it felt so soft. Living for so long without comforting touches or gentle affection drove him mad.

"I killed someone." You said next, grabbing his attention, your eyes were wide, like you hadn't meant to admit it. "Not literally. Well, it's like this. I was born a girl, she was so sweet, a struggling kid and well. I'm me now, meaning she's gone. I killed her." James tried to follow, nodding along as you spoke, should he come clean too?

"Me too." He shook his head trying to find the right words, how could he say this in a way that didn't sound insane. "I killed someone too, my wife." James closed his eyes tightly, fearing you'd scream or leave, he'd understand. God the guilt haunted him he shouldn't have done it, but he did. It's too late to go back now.

"Oh." Silence swallowed you both whole again, you never let go though, nails gently digging into his skin, he liked it, it was grounding almost, feeling pain kept him awake. "I guess we're both bad people then huh?" It was true, wasn't it? You killed people, but does that mean you're a bad person, does one bad thing mean being a bad person?

James didn't reply, subconsciously leaning toward you and pressing his forehead into your shoulder. "I'm sorry. I know I've taken this whole role of protecting you this whole time and now you've just found out I'm not worthy to protect you." You looked down at your hands, either James didn't see the fresh burns or maybe he didn't want to bother you so he stayed quiet.

"I trust you." Those words said I love you in a million different ways, why did you trust him? How could you trust him after what he did to his wife, after he confessed to it. He sniffled, anxiety melting away, you trusted him?

"Why? I mean I killed her-" You turned to him with a small smile, looking at the way he anxiously tapped his foot on the ground, you gently moved him, manoeuvring yourself to lay your head on his lap, he was comfy, a soft blush coated his cheeks. He looked so handsome in this light, the fog and cold of the town was miles away in this moment.

"What have I got to lose? Death is death, it'll happen anyway, at least if you kill me, I'll die by the hands of a handsome man." It was a dumb phrase, cheesy even, it was something that would be said in those stupid romance movies that people squealed over. But it was true, he was a handsome man, resembling a wet dog whose ears were flat due to the rain.

[colemorrison]

Hi hi~

May I please request some hot Silco car sex 👀

Thank youuu 💜

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ, ɴᴏ. ᴡᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ..

He needed to cool off, something to get his mind off of it, usually that would be screaming or ruining his office but this time you had a different idea. You looked over at him, a small smile on your face as you moved to straddle him, the driver was long gone, leaving just you, Silco and his anger.

Silco x GN Reader Warning's : NSFW, reader is called pet, and gives a blowjob. Word Count : 234

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

It was stuffy with how much anger was radiating off of Silco right now, every time everything was about to be perfect someone had to doze off and fuck it all up. He needed to cool off, something to get his mind off of it, usually that would be screaming or ruining his office but this time you had a different idea. You looked over at him, a small smile on your face as you moved to straddle him, the driver was long gone, leaving just you, Silco and his anger.

"I know it went wrong, perhaps I could help you calm down?" You tried your best to act enticing but when he was this angry he had little to no patience. He nodded, spreading his legs and watching you drop to your place between them, if there was one thing he couldn't say no to, it was a nice blowjob.

"Hurry up, I'll leave you in here and lock the doors at this rate." It was a loose threat, you knew he wouldn't do such a thing, he just liked getting his way. You quickly got to work, unbuttoning his pants, pulling his underwear down and taking the tip in between your lips. He was delicious, he always was, feeling the weight of your man on your tongue was comforting in a way.

"That's it, now more. No complaints, you wanted this. Pet."

[colemorrison]

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ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ʙᴏʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏ ᴍᴀɴ. ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ..

You'd never forget the way he wakes up in the middle of the night screaming, hands flying to the gun under his pillow. Life would never be the same, neither of you were ready to break up because of it but it made.. The relationship hard.

Ethan Winters x GN Reader Warning's : Mentions of nightmares and abuse. Word Count : 433

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It was deafening, the music as it filled the room. terror gripping every inch of your being, the voices, they were so loud. As you walked through what was once home you realise just what you've done has affected it, your home, your family, your friends. You. You're a bad person for what you've done, everything you've done is bad, you're a bad person. You knew that, and so did your whole team. The music hurt, it made the blood inside of you feel so cold.

You looked over, Ethan's sleeping body peacefully curled in the blankets over your shared bed. Ever since everything in Louisiana he had trouble sleeping, he'd never ask but he knew that you being here helped. "Oh Ethan.." Your voice was quiet, hands coming to move his hair out of his eyes. He was a beautiful boy, so much pain for someone so sweet. You tried not to wake him, but your warm breath and soft skin practically sang him awake.

"Hm?" Ethan's hands slid around your waist, leaning into your touch. Though when he noticed the look in your eyes he sat up, pulling you with him. "Baby what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare? Why didn't you tell me?" The worried that filled his tone made you smile softly, finding someone to care so much brought tears into your eyes.

Talking about your own issues while knowing what Ethan went through in Louisiana it felt wrong. Why talk about your own issues that were so insignificant compared to that, Louisiana was hell and you both knew it. You'd never forget the way he wakes up in the middle of the night screaming, hands flying to the gun under his pillow. Life would never be the same, neither of you were ready to break up because of it but it made.. The relationship hard.

"It's not a big deal. Just a small thing that haunts me from time to time, that's all." It was more than that, it always had been, the screaming voices of how disgusting you were, how terrible you were and above it all. The way your parents ignored you, it was horrid, the way they'd throw stuff toward you and pretend they didn't realise you were there.

A frown etched itself onto Ethan's warm skin, he hated that you felt this way, anything that upset you was significant and he wished you saw that. "Want breakfast?" A small question you could never say no to, not with the soft kisses that were pressed into your cheek.

"I suppose, some warm food wouldn't hurt."

[colemorrison]

HAIII! I have an idea for a silco x reader thing

silco x witch reader who comes to the lanes sometime during episode 1– she uses magic to help defend from pilties, heal people and most importantly, distribute shimmer

her and he grow to have a relationship, and then the time skip happens and basically everyone knows that his girlfriend

so when the hexgates are closed and enforcers begin ripping through zaunites she overworks herself trying to heal as many as possible and he begins to feel neglected in a time of need!

maybe thats ooc or too specific but i love witch!reader and silco sm it just makes sense in my mind

tysm!!

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ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅꜱ ꜱᴘɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ..

You would be the saving grace, you would help him reach his goal. "Excuse me." You turned a soft smile on your face, Silco watched you turn away, listening to the inhale you took before you turned back to him.

Silco x Witch Reader Warning's : Typical canon violence. Word Count : 460 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

The second he saw you helping the people of Zaun he was interested, why were you helping the people that no one cared about? The people that most looked away and hurried away from? He watched you, just for a moment, watching as you helped others with your magic, he noticed the drag it had on your body, the way you had to turn and take a breath, sagging down a little further each time you helped someone.

He had to have you, to recruit you, to have you in his corner should anyone come to hurt him or his group. You would be the saving grace, you would help him reach his goal. "Excuse me." You turned a soft smile on your face, Silco watched you turn away, listening to the inhale you took before you turned back to him.

"What's wrong, stab wound? Burn?" Your voice was gentle, tired, he adored it, feelings that he hadn't felt in ages coursed through his body.

"Join me."

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Time passed, you now remained at his side wherever he went, Sevika on one side and you on the other, you were unstoppable, distributing shimmer and healing as you went. You helped his cause and got to protect people, healing them if the pilties, eventually Silco craved your voice and hands in other ways rather than helping the cause and healing.

"Silco, people need my help." You spoke smiling at the way his thin fingers slid inbetween fabric, you were beautiful and he knew it, the feeling of magic swirling in your palms against his bare skin made him feral.

"I need your help more, I am a priority am I not?" The kingpin spoke making you laugh, you couldn't deny that, he was your boss and well, maybe your lover.

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Fighting, you awoke to the fighting, explosions and screaming filled your ears, why didn't you awake before? Where was Silco? His side of the bed was cold, he had been long gone. "Sil!" You shouted but it was no use, you had to heal the people who piled into the bar, they were more important right now. You would find Silco later, more and more Zaunites came into the bar, you couldn't work your magic fast enough to heal them.

Then you heard his voice, chuckling as he came into the bar and headed toward his office, he continued walking, ignoring the way you gasped for air but still continued healing. Trying to balance defending your people and helping them took it out of you. This was unfair and you would make sure you told Silco. After you took a short nap, you thought as you watched the world go dark.

He would come to get you, put you somewhere comfortable right?

I hope this is okay! I couldn't fit everything in, but there's no harm in requesting a part two later on when my inbox is open.

[colemorrison]

We still talk about you 💔

[colemorrison]

Inbox is closed right now! I wanna take some time and write for myself, I wasn’t expecting to get so many requests in such a quick time. Thank you for requesting! I will open them back up soon <3

P.S. I will finish the requests I already have don’t worry!

[colemorrison]

Hi! Idk if you do anything besides X reader fics or rare pair ships but I really like Silco X Felicia and the internet is so dry for content.

If it’s not too much trouble and you’re not uncomfortable with it I was thinking pre-bridge/ younger era Silco and Felicia who are secretly having an affair (up to you if Vi or Pow have been born yet). It could be post nsfw pillow talk, someone finds out about the affair, them trying to get a moment alone together to be physical, or even just straight up nsfw with Silco being possessive!

Honestly if you’d be willing to write about this ship I’d be happy with whatever direction you take it even if it’s not via one of the ideas I gave! If this isn’t something you’d want to write that’s completely fine, just thought I’d ask! 😁

He followed the woman quietly fingers itching to reach out and grab her waist. When they finally reached a storage closet the door was slammed, lips on lips, hands laced with others. “I fucking missed you.”

Silco x Felicia

Warning’s : None!

Word Count : 220

Getting a moment alone while trying to run a bar and be young was difficult, trying to control wandering eyes was even worse. All they wanted was a moment alone to admire the other but keeping it a secret from their best friend and the world they had to make due. “Silco. Could you help me tie this dress?” It was a lousy very lousy excuse but it seemed to work, Vander continuing to hum as he cleaned.

“Yeah. I- yeah.” Silco tried to keep it as a secret but he had trouble, want overdid the smart in his brain. He followed the woman quietly fingers itching to reach out and grab her waist. When they finally reached a storage closet the door was slammed, lips on lips, hands laced with others. “I fucking missed you.” His voice was rough, lust filling every word he spoke into her soft skin.

“Keeping it a secret is hard huh?” Felicia moaned, letting go of one of Silco’s hands to dig her nails into his arm. The pain only made Silco want to do more, make her moan, make her beg for him.

Sorry it’s so short, I’m currently going through it right now and am so tired constantly T^T

[colemorrison]

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'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ'ꜱ ɢᴏɴᴇ, ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ..

"Vander, I know you're angry but you've already hurt me once." He was scared, terrified even, Vander was once the love of his life, his best friend and now here he was backing away from him as if his life depended on it. Well, maybe it did, maybe Vander would actually kill him.

Silco x Vander (the not so happy version) Warnings: Violence, blood. Word Count: 1010 ════════════════════════

The anger seethed through his veins, this was all Silco's fault, Silco caused all of this chaos and hurt for the under city. At least that's what he told himself, it was because of Silco that they fought this way and that they hated one another. Silco did hate him right?

"Vander, I know you're angry but you've already hurt me once." He was scared, terrified even, Vander was once the love of his life, his best friend and now here he was backing away from him as if his life depended on it. Well, maybe it did, maybe Vander would actually kill him. The bigger man’s hands were on his throat in seconds, flashbacks of before sinking into his brain, he couldn’t do this, he couldn’t let this happen again.

Silco grabbed whatever he could throwing things at his attacker, glasses, cutlery, anything within reach but Vander continued holding and squeezing. Blood dripped from his body onto Silco’s face, mixing with his tears. The smaller man felt tears prickle his eyes, part of him hoping Vander completely ended it this time. If Vander was going to kill him then at least he’d be able to stare at the man he once so loudly loved as he left this god awful place.

He stopped fighting, fingers sliding away from the other’s arms as he sniffled. One last gulp as he mustered up the air to say one last thing to his one time lover. “Blisters and Bedrock.” An old term they used say when they would clink drinks, almost an I love you in a way. But the phrase got lost in the midst of anger and blood between them. Perhaps it should have stayed that way.

Vander let go as if the phrase unlocked something inside him, watching as the other’s body fell to the ground with a thud. His eyes traced over the others body, watching as he gasped for air, why was he like this? Why did he hurt the people he loved? No, Silco deserved this, after what he did to the people of his home, to the lanes, all of it. Silco deserved to die.

The air was cold in his lungs, choking on how much air was suddenly given to him. For a moment, just a moment he thought it may be over, until Vander charged for him again. This back and forth fight would never be over, Vander’s inner workings hated Silco for the way he did things, why he did things everything. Perhaps he could win this, who was he kidding, Silco alone vs Vander? No way in hell.

“I gave you a chance Silco. I should have killed you when this all started.” Vander spoke, hands ready to rip him to pieces until, the smaller’s eyes shot open as he sat up. The nightmares never stopped, this cycle was never ending. “Sil?” This time it was softer, the voice was gentle and caring. This was his Vander.

“Nightmare.” He spoke, shying away from the others large hands, the warmth they gave felt like poison. This was never over, it’s never over because Vander will never forgive himself and Silco will never forget.

“Ah, I see.” Silence overwhelmed the room, louder than anything else “I’m sorry. I know I’ve said but Sil.. I, I’m sorry.” No amount of apologies would take those flashing images, those genuine fears away from his brain, the giant scar on his face or the damage to his eye.

My body turns, and yearns for a sleep that won't ever come

The music that played from the record player was distant, almost silent, notes peaking through the deafening silence of regret and fear. In between laboured breaths and soft sounds of Vander trying to find the words. There was a warmth, a gentle kiss to Silco’s scar, Vander. Vander was the one who left this mark upon him and yet he was the one that made it seem a little less dark and damaging.

It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder

Thin fingers slid into a thick palm, warmth flooding into the coldness of Silco. The poison was gone, regret melting to a chain around their locked hands, regret and love is what kept them alive, Vander regretted most, Silco loved people, he loved his people.

“I know you are. I.. I suppose I’m sorry too.” That night they were both wrong, blood and dirt under their nails as the toxic and murky water coated them both. Silco still remembers the feeling, the contaminated water filling his lungs. God he regretted that night, he wished it had been different, so different.

It's never over

Vander was still trying to find words, holding Silco’s hand tightly, sometimes silence was the best answer someone could give. Even if he wanted to, there were never enough reasons, never enough words to provide Silco what he wished to. Nothing would take those nightmares away, or any of the other trauma Vander brought him.

All my riches for her smiles, when I've slept so soft against her

“I do believe comforting takes more than a touch.” Silco’s voice was light now, making Vander’s eyes flick to him with a toothy smile. All he wanted was him to be okay, especially when the reason he wasn’t was him. The bigger man wrapped Silco up in his arms comfort quickly cooling the violence of the air. It was like when they were younger, jackets hanging together, Silco’s enveloped by Vander’s.

“I am sorry, no matter how many years pass, no matter how much you dream about it, I am sorry. I’d say I never meant to hurt you but in that very moment that’s all I intended to do.” Once again it tensed, everything in the room stilled, except for the record that kept spinning.

It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter

"Vander, be quiet. For once in your life shut up." The bite in his voice made the other chuckle, they would be okay.