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Crying my eyes out 🤣!!!!!!

listening to this song and thinking about arthur passing away.

thinking about finding him on the mountain top and feeling like your heart had been torn from your chest.

thinking about crumbling next to him and laying your head on his chest that would never rise again or shake from the calloused laugh that you loved hearing.

thinking about how charles will likely have to pull you off of him and hold you as you scream like you’d just been shot and how the both of you would ride to where you’d lay his once-strong body into the earth.

thinking about how years from then you’d watch your son squeal with joy and look at you with Arthur’s turquoise eyes and you’d feel your heart spasm in your chest.

as the years go by you find yourself settled in at john’s homestead. you do not love again. a vow once whispered in the dark remains true in your very blood and you dream of him nearly every night. there is no other and there’ll never be, despite abigail’s gentle prodding.

your son is grown and reminds you so much of arthur it makes you ill.

how horribly painful it is to be find a love such as this. how incredibly fortunate it was. you know he is with you in every breath and movement of your body, every horse and every tree.

the taste of whiskey and smoke makes your heart sing with hope.

when your body slows and cracks with age, when your hearing vanishes and your eyesight blurs, you know then that it was a gift to feel this grief for so many years.

it was a gift to love arthur morgan.

and when the sound of his callous laughter fills your ears once again, you know you’d do it all over just for the first look at him.

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an: i am angsty and unwell about a fictional man and i want you all to feel what im feeling by the way

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A Coffeeless Morning┃ Arthur Morgan x Female!Reader

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Female!Reader (Smut 18+)

Summary: You’re blessed burdened by salacious dreams of Arthur. It muddles your communication with him in your waking life.

Tags: NSFW Smut (18+! MDNI), it’s all dreams and fruity figurative language in this part but - kissing, p in v, dirty talk, just smutty smut

Word count: 1,537

Author’s note: My hormones wrote this lmao. I wanted to write some erotic poetic bullshit. Who better to be my muse than our gorgeous cowboy? Might do a second part where they actually get together?? Wrote this as a palette cleanser and for self indulgence in between writing requests (Don’chu worry, I’m writin’ away over here! If you’ve requested something, it’ll be done, I won’t leave you hangin’).

The italicised text is the dreams/memories of dreams, I hope it's easy to read I didn't know how else to format it!

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Cocooned by a sweltering warmth. Muscles braiding tightly with an unrelenting ache. The suffocating aroma of sweat mingling with soap. The spice of rum lingering amidst saliva, further igniting flushed skin. Bodies writhing hotly, sinuously with need. Palms pawing at soft flesh with greed. Teeth sinking into tissue gluttonously. Limbs entangled, bound by a glowing fever, by sticky skin. A rhythmic thrum pulsing up and through you again and again as all lucidity flits away into a wanton brume. Twin symphonies playing fevorously against one another. A call and response of keening strings, of groaning brass, of pounding drums. Winding and rising together in harmony before crashing down in a blissful discordant relief.

“Oh, Arthur–”

You wake to your body tingling with desire, your breaths laboured. Soft hues of lilac and cornflower blue tint the canvas of your tent, the early spring morning a stark contrast to the concupiscence of your dreams. A hand gingerly comes to cover your parted lips, incredulity slowly dripping through your abdomen, but doing little to quench the broiling heat. Your hand moves to splay over your chest, your heart ramming against your ribcage. 

“Good Lord…” You whisper.

You push your blanket off and rise from your cot, taking a breath, a moment. You grab your shawl and wrap it around your shoulders before walking to the small mirror balanced on a table adjacent to your cot. Your gaze catches on the rosy blush blotching your cheeks and chest. You then recognise the faint sheen to your skin, the pricking soft hairs along your arms, and lastly the sensation of your hardened nipples moving against the cotton of your chemise. With a sigh, you quickly tame your mussed hair to a less embarrassing state before stepping out of your tent into the quiet early morning in search of coffee and something to distract you. Keeping your shawl tightly wrapped around your shoulders, you pad your way to the campfire, taking stock of who is awake as you go.

Miss Grimshaw is sitting by her tent, embroidering. Pearson is just starting to stir in his bedroll. Mary Beth is already up reading, her back against a nearby tree. Molly is curled up alone at the edge of camp amidst the thicket, facing out towards the mountains. Uncle is snoring loudly behind Pearson’s wagon, to which you shake your head and smile. When you reach the campfire, you pick up the coffee percolator and a tin cup before your attention is caught by the absolute state of Reverend Swanson sprawled out on his bedroll in his filthy union suit, a bottle upside down in one hand, amber liquid dripping from the lip and bleeding into the dirt. You wince and force your attention back down to the coffee as footfall overtakes the soothing crackle of the campfire.

“Mornin’.”

You freeze up whether you want to or not, and your casual hold on the coffee percolator becomes more of a clutch. You feel as though a cool breeze has just blown through camp and would have sworn that your shawl had been swept away were you not currently feeling the itch of the wool.

“You gonna hog the whole pot?”

Arthur moves in closer behind you and leans around to get a look at your face, an eyebrow raised in amusement, the scent of shaving soap and peaches greeting you. You’re momentarily unable to process his words. A pleading ache surges from your tongue down through your stomach and plunges into your core, mirroring the trail of your gaze from Arthur’s glinting blue eyes to his lips as he presses them together to the broadness of his shoulders as he leans over you. You find yourself famished. You wonder whether your pupils have dilated like that of a starving cat, whether he can sense your blood boiling, your inebriating need for him. You feel your features slacken, your eyes widening as your gaze meets his.

Large hands groping their way up your stomach, callused fingertips travelling a plush landscape, some dipping into the sensitive areas between your ribs and some pushing into your mouth. Your vision is a desperate haze, your body that of an obscenely randy zealot, seeking every solid inch of Arthur that you can handle. The hair on Arthur’s thighs tickles your own as he kneels upright on his cot with you seated in his lap, leaning back against his chest, thighs spread open atop his. He lays sloppy kisses against the nape of your neck and uses the hand on your waist to steady you as he continues to leisurely slide his cock to the hilt inside of you. A garbled moan escapes your throat and Arthur’s fingers curl in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, his fingers and the heel of his palm bracketing your chin, holding you agape,

“Ain’chu a prize, darlin’.” He strains between kisses.

You blink, mortified by the tauntings of your psyche as your present vision of Arthur is overlaid with smutty flashes of carnal fantasies. Arthur is still looking down at you expectantly, his eyes darting between you and the percolator. Your voice comes out choked,

“Oh– Mornin’, Arthur.”

“Arthur– My God– Arthur–”

“Feel good, pretty lady?”

With an awkward shaky sigh, you avert your gaze from his and clumsily hold the percolator out to him, almost shoving it into his chest. Arthur squints at you as he takes the percolator into his hand and pours himself a coffee.

“You okay?” He asks, making his way around you and putting the percolator back on the floor, “You gettin’ sick or somethin’? You’re all…” He gestures with his now free hand to his face vaguely, bringing attention to your blushing chest and cheeks.

“Look’achu, blushin’ like a rose.”

“I– I don’t know, maybe. C– could be.” You press a palm to your burning chest.

Arthur slurps his coffee, stepping away to sit on the log by the campfire, seemingly unaware of much else other than your flushed skin and awkward demeanour.

“Well, let me know if you’re in need’a anythin’. Maybe coolin’ off in the river’d do you some good.” He offers gently, scuffing a boot heel into the dirt. The alluring image of his tough hands caressing your river soaked skin strives to overthrow any coherent thought.

By God, you’re in need of something.

“Thank you, Arthur–” The words come out rushed, breathless. He looks you up and down and his attention only serves to make your spine curve. Your chest pushes out in a heaving sigh and Arthur’s gaze snags on the sight before he trains it back onto your face with a soft smile.

“S’my pleasure, miss.” He gives a nod, the brim of his hat obscuring his eyes, leaving you gawking at his mouth as he licks his lips and sips his coffee. Your mind slips a rung lower into filth, the stem of your brain abuzz with a blinding yen to have him touch you.

A wolfish grin. Teeth glinting under lantern light, grazing the curve of your breast. Warm breaths draw the soft hairs on your skin towards Arthur as the gentle wet sounds of his kisses on your skin siphon the sweetest shuddering sighs from your parted lips. The pads of his thick fingers trace down the sides of your arms before he laces them between your own fingers, bringing your joined hands to rest either side of your head on the bed. He follows them upwards, his hips settling between your thighs, his nose brushing yours.

“That’s a mighty pretty song you’re singin’ for me, darlin’.”

Each syrupy thought sticks to the peripheries of your sight, enveloping Arthur innocently sitting holding his coffee, still glancing up at you from beneath the brim of his hat as you stand stiff as a pole. The soft blues of the spring morning begin to warp as embarrassment floods through your limbs that have long been rivering with lust.

“Christ–” You hiss, a stumble in your step as you move away. Arthur pauses with the cup resting against his lower lip as he watches you and his brow raises, a cocktail of curiosity and amusement stirring in the pit of his stomach. As he takes a breath to speak, you nod and blink gauchely, causing whatever he was about to say to fall into a broken stutter.

“Mornin’ t’you, Arthur.” You say quietly, turning towards your tent, your bare feet clumsily thumping into the dirt.

“I’ll see you later, then.” He calls out after you before snorting and shaking his head. Quickly pushing through the flap of your tent, you shiver, letting out a frustrated groan.

Lord, did you need something. Anything. Arthur.

You clench your fists and look down as one of them constricts further around the handle of the tin cup you’ve been gripping almost painfully. You stare into the cup, void of steaming hot liquid, a teasing reflection of your own lack of fulfilment. With a huff, you concede to the concept of a coffeeless morning before throwing the cup onto your cot and heading to the small dresser across the tent to ready yourself for the day.

Maybe cooling off in the river would in fact help.

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Fun Story to Share.

I got my (now 18-year-old) daughter into Ao3 back in 2021. I taught her she should always comment - even if the fic looks old or abandoned or whatever. She did.

Well - she got this email this morning:

The fic was written in 2014 and essentially abandoned.

Bethy read and reviewed in 2021 (and was actually the only person who had commented at all).

Today in 2025 - the final chapter was posted by the author and this was her reply to Bethy’s comment.

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Never question whether a fic is too old to comment on.

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Jjk drself..

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Errr.. genshin drself..

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Greed (Gekko x reader x Iso)

Yeah, I know.

But I love them so much. Plus, this one shot is heavily inspired by a dream I had and I wanted to write it down.

Thousand of apologies for the grammar or any eventual error.

Fade had faced many nightmarish situations: she got trapped in a nightmare when her powers first manifested, she had been tracked down by several people who wanted her dead and she was regularly put in deadly situations since she joined Valorant.

“I hate my heart.”

But there was definitely nothing worse than hearing your complaints about your love life.

It had now been thirty minutes that you were groaning and whining in her dorm room, lying down on her bed and your head hanging on the edge.

“Mom was right.” You sighed in a tone that sounded way too dramatic to Fade ears. “I’m selfish and greedy as hell.”

“Why am I even listening to your rambling ?” groaned the Turkish initiator.

“Because I made you coffee.”

Fade wondered where you got all that energy that you used just for complaining. Did your mouth ever run dry ? She should have seen it coming. Since you joined the protocol, you adopted her as your ‘cool older sister’.

Your words, not hers.

You followed her like a happy younger sibling. She wasn't complaining. You brewed the best coffee she had ever tasted and your presence wasn't overwhelming. You respected her space and often gave her those midnight snacks you prepared that she grew fond of.

She liked you a lot. You were like the younger sibling she never had. But goddamn she hated hearing you whining.

“Okay, so let me get this straight,” she threw a pillow at you when you giggled at the word ‘straight’. “You love Gekko.”

“Yes.”

“But you also love Iso.”

“Yes.”

“And there is no way you could decide between them.”

“No way.”

It wasn't that simple. You loved them differently but with the same amount of affection.

Gekko had a sunny personality. He always brought with him that calm and laid-back mood that tended to ease people around him. He was what you liked to call a light-bringer (‘Not like Lucifer’ you felt the need to precise to Fade to which she just raised an eyebrow and rolled her eyes.). The atmosphere of the room could be gloomy and thick with tension, Gekko would always dissipate any negativity. He was a genuine individual and that was a trait that you adored in him.

Iso on the other hand was like the moon (‘or a Teddy bear’ and this time Fade only let out an exasperated sigh.). He looked silently over his friends like a silent protector. Despite his more discreet personality, he never hesitated to offer praises when he could. There was a certain softness in him that always managed to melt your soul.

“They each own a part of my heart.”

Which was quite ironic if one remembered correctly how you met them.

The first time you met Gekko, you almost insulted him.

Cypher was giving you a tour of the base when Gekko appeared on the corner of the hallway and accidentally spilled his boba on your new top. The glare you had thrown at him was so intense that he freezed for a second before apologizing profusely. You had huffed and ignored him and continued your tour of the base. Your top was ruined. No matter how many times you tried to wash it, the stain stubbornly remained. One could not imagine how surprised you felt when, later, you saw a yellow animal-like creature in your room, putting a box with an apology letter on your bed. Inside the box, you had found the exact same top.

As for Iso, the first time you met him, you almost stabbed him. ‘Almost’ thanks to his reflexes.

It wasn’t your fault. Well, not entirely. You were in the shooting range, focusing on your aim when he entered. Tensed and feeling a sudden presence behind you, you pulled your knife out of its sheath and threw it at him. Of course, he easily dodged it with a tilt of his head and a raised eyebrow as your knife planted in the wall behind. You apologized profusely and he had just shrugged and started to train with a sheriff. The rest of the hour had been awkward, especially when you went to retrieve your knife from the wall.

Fade hummed softly. “Okay. But that doesn’t explain why you’re avoiding them.”

A dramatic whine escaped your throat at her words. She watched you roll on her bed, hiding your face in her pillow.

“Everything is fine today, though. Right ?” said Fade. “You didn't hold any grudges against Gekko and neither did Iso against you. You’re even friends with both of them, now.”

You looked up at her with sad puppy eyes.

“Friends,” you repeated with a deflated tone. “I was fine with being friends with them both since I could not date them. There was a good balance. But now…things got complicated.”

Fade was now curious. It seemed like you weren't only being dramatic. Right now, you almost sounded desperate.

“What do you mean 'complicated' ?”

“I mean that the balance is now broken,” you groaned in the pillow. “Do you get that ?”

She definitely didn't. To her ears, your speech was as incoherent as a dream. It was the thing with your rambling : you rarely started chronologically and just blurted the first event that was nagging your mind.

“How did that ‘balance’ break ?” Fade sighed while checking her nails.

“Gekko kissed me.”

She immediately looked back at you. This was getting interesting.

“He what ?”

“On the cheek ! On the cheek ! On the cheek ! On the cheek !” you sat up quickly to precise it. “He kissed me on the cheek.”

Fade blinked. Unbeknownst to you, she already had a slight idea of what was going on between Gekko and you. Neon had been telling her about the Hispanic initiator sometimes sighing on her shoulder for two days.

“And of course you ran away,” she sighed as you let out another whine. “How did that even happen ?”

Your fingers were now fiddling with the pillowcase.

“Well, we were cooking snacks in the kitchen while dancing on his Spotify playlist. He was making crepes, I was making cookies and we were having fun valsing in each other's arms when it happened,” you made a noise between a sad whimper and a sigh of frustration. “Ambar Lucid’s voice can lead to some intense situations, I think.”

“And then you ran away.”

“The best run of my life,” you sighed sadly.

You’ve even been paying Wingman and Dizzy with sweets so they would not snitch whenever they found you.

Fade massaged her temples as she slowly processed what you said. She already knew you could be quite avoidant sometimes. And she also knew you hated being that way.

“What about Iso ?” she asked. “Is your ‘balance’ broken with him too ?”

You grimaced. “Kinda…?”

Fade raised an eyebrow. “Kinda ?”

“Kinda.”

“He kissed you too ?”

You shook your head and rubbed the back of your neck. Fade noticed how flustered you were.

“You know that sometimes Iso helps me perfectionning my aim.”

“Mmhmm,” Fade nodded.

It wasn't uncommon to see you both exiting the shooting range together. It wasn’t a secret that you two were quite close.

“Well, he was very…uhm…cuddly during our last shooting session.”

“Cuddly ?” Fade raised an eyebrow.

“Like, back-hugging me while helping correct my aim…breathing in my neck and murmuring instructions in my ear.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“The balance is definitely broken.”

You let your back fall back against the mattress in a dramatic gesture of helplessness.

“I know !”

“Then what do you plan to do ?” asked the initiator. “You’ll keep avoiding them both eternally ?”

“Well since you don’t want to put me in an artificial coma…” you trailed off, ignoring the deadpanned glare she shot at you.

Fade sometimes thought that your avoidance will bring you more problems than you reckoned. She remembered the regret in Deadlock’s eyes when she spoke about her sisters. Fade really didn’t want you to experience that.

“Talk to them.”

“To tell them what ?” you almost scoffed. “‘Hey ! I have a big fat crush on the both of you and was satisfied with our friendship but your recent actions unsettled the balance I had between your friendship and my feelings so I’m now avoiding you because I’m incapable of confronting my feelings and have a proper conversation about it with you two ?’” you said with a dramatically high-pitched voice.

Fade looked at you with so much exasperation in her eyes that you felt your body wince in response.

“Well, yes.”

“Hazal, no !”

“Why not ?” she flicked your forehead with her finger and you winced once more. “Communicating your feelings wouldn't be harmful. Getting things off your chest with these two would help you. Don’t you think you’ll miss something if you don’t do anything ? The thing that you avoid you’re giving it power by avoiding it.”

You were about to answer with a snarky remark but the alarm of her phone cut you off. Fade looked at it, sipped the remnant of her coffee then stood up.

“I’m being called for a mission.”

You stood up too and stretched a little.

“Time for you to kick some asses and time for me to run.”

“You mean ‘to talk’ right ?”

You shook your head and walked towards the door.

“Nope !”

You were stubborn and Fade was well aware of that. It was sometimes your greatest quality but in your current situations, it was one of your biggest flaws.

“You—”

Too late, you were already gone. She could hear your quick steps echoing in the corridors. She sighed (again !) and just decided to prepare for her mission while hoping everything will be fine for you.

You kept running in the hallways, avoiding the range because Iso had the habit of training at this hour. You also avoided the corridors leading to the backyards where you knew Gekko had the habit of playing basketball with his buddies and Neon. Why weren't you walking ? Because walking made you easy to see, easy to catch. While running made you all blurry and hard to capture.

You had to survive, to run away. But running away from what ? Embarrassment ? Shame ? Your own feelings ? Whatever that was, your feet led you to the kitchen right in front of the fridge. If you had to survive, it would not be with an empty stomach. Luckily for you, there were still remnants of the cupcakes Clove made the day before. Very colorful, very sparkly, but delicious.

You were eating the cupcakes like a starved rodent when a voice suddenly called you from behind.

“Finally, we found you !”

You jumped a little, startled, then slowly turned around and met the astounded yet amused gaze of Jett and Neon. You silently stared at them for what felt like a few long and heavy seconds before you unhurriedly lifted another untouched cupcake to your mouth and slowly — very slowly chewed it.

Neon awkwardly cleared her throat then took a step forward.

“We…uhm…thought you were with Fade.”

You raised an eyebrow as you licked some icing off your fingers.

“Fade’s on a mission.”

“That explains why you’re here alone,” said Jett with a light chuckle while playfully nudging Neon’s elbow.

You hummed lowly. Were you hanging with Fade that much ? Not surprising. You literally adopted each other once you joined Valorant. You grew so close that come agents thought you actually knew each other way before you joined the protocol.

“You were looking for me,” you said, sizing the two girls. “What do you want from me ?”

The way they were staring at you reminded you of the twins in ‘Shining’. They weren't even blinking. They took a step closer, you took a step farther.

“Please speak,” you sighed. “You two are getting creepy.”

“We need your help,” said Jett.

You raised a skeptical eyebrow at her. Jett usually was too proud to admit these kinds of things.

“Why my help ?” you asked as you took another step farther.

They exchanged a quick glance before looking back at you.

“Gekko—”

“Iso—”

They interrupted each other as your brows furrowed.

“What’s up with them ?” you asked, feeling your body tensing.

They exchanged another glance when they realized they now had your attention. Jett took another step closer.

“They need help because they’re…uhm…”

“Hurt ! They’re hurt,” completed Neon.

You nodded and started speed walking to exit the kitchen.

“Okay. I’ll get Sage.”

Neon quickly stopped you.

“Sage’s on a mission.”

“Then I’ll get Skye.”

“She went back to Australia for her days off,” said Jett.

You stopped a distressed groan from escaping your mouth. Why didn't the protocol have more healers? You were just three. Were you that rare ? Plus, you thought that Sage and Skye were way better healers that you were. More effective and quicker.

“Shit…” you cursed under your breath. “Where are they ?”

“Iso’s dorm.”

You didn't think too much and just ran towards the dorm quarter. Like the worst case scenario machine that it was, your brain started imagining worrying things. Too buried in your dark thoughts, you barely realized that you knocked on Iso’s door. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow then crossed his arms.

“Can I help you with something ?”

Your eyebrows slightly furrowed when you didn’t see any visible injury on him.

“I…”

You cut yourself when you saw Gekko behind him. He looked at you with wide opened eyes, as if not expecting to see you —which was the case. You even saw Wingman, hiding in the corner of the room throwing you an apologetic look. You cleared your throat then looked back at Iso.

“Jett and Neon told me you both were hurt,” you said and you felt yourself internally cringing when Iso’s eyes squinted slightly. “Since neither Sage nor Skye is in the base at the moment, I’m here to heal you.”

“Heal us ?” repeated Gekko as he shared a glance with Iso.

The duelist let you inside the room and slid the door shut behind you.

And then it clicked. Neon and Gekko weren't playing basketball in the base backyard like usual, Jett wasn’t hanging with Yoru and Phoenix, and Iso wasn’t reading nor in the range. You were so worried that you didn't notice how orchestrated this situation felt. You didn't notice that Neon, Gekko’s best friend, did not seem worried at all.

“You’re not hurt, huh,” you clicked your tongue.

Gekko nervously rubbed the back of his neck with an awkward but sad smile.

“We kinda are, though.”

You looked at him with narrowed eyes. The poor initiator was incapable of looking at you in the eyes. Which was not the case of Iso who didn't stop staring at you.

“Are you now ?” you scoffed with sarcasm.

Gekko's eyebrows furrowed at your tone.

“You’ve been avoiding us for—”

“Sit, please ?” Iso interrupted the both of you, still looking at you.

“Why ?”

He tilted his chin in the direction of his bed.

“We have to talk,” he answered simply while taking the chair of his desk to sit on it backward.

“Do we ?” you crossed your arms.

“Please,” you heard Gekko say with a tired tone.

He was already sitting on the bed and was patting the space beside him. You rolled your eyes but reluctantly accepted to sit beside him. You kept eyeing the door and the two agents noticed it. The three of you stayed quiet for what felt like long minutes. You were looking down at your lap, unaware of the long glance the two men were sharing. Then finally, Iso spoke.

“Gekko and I are dating.”

Oh.

“Okay,” you said simply after a few seconds.

Your fists were slowly clenching.

“It’s been a few months now,” Gekko said while rubbing his neck.

You took a deep breath and nodded, still avoiding their eyes.

“Okay,” you said with a neutral tone. “And…?”

That was a plot twist you definitely did not see coming. Why did you feel so betrayed ? What were you expecting from these two ? You wanted to stay friends with them anyway. You felt your nails digging in your palms. Why did you feel so hurt ? Why did you feel so disappointed ?

“And we thought it was fair to tell you.”

You let out a breathy and mirthless laugh.

“Thanks, I guess,” you said, your eyes not leaving the door. “Why are you telling me this ?”

You wanted to walk away from this situation so bad. You needed to. This felt too heavy. You felt a lump in your throat and slowly started to have difficulties breathing but hid it the best you could. Gekko gently grabbed one of your hands and his thumbs gently caressed your palm where your nails were digging in your flesh.

“Because we both fell for you,” Iso said as his hand reached for your face.

His fingers gently brushed the corner of your lips where a few crumbs of cupcakes remained. He noticed your pupil dilating.

“We both spent time with you individually then fell for you,” he continued. “Despite the fact that we’re already dating.”

“So we talked and we wanted to ask you if you wanted to date us,” Gekko smiled nervously. “The both of us.”

You felt your breath hitching as his words slowly reached your brain. You blinked, looked at the duelist, then at the initiator, but you stayed quiet. Iso stood up from his chair to sit beside you and Gekko on the bed.

“Do you hate us ?” he suddenly asked you.

You silently shook your head.

“But you’ve been avoiding us for almost three days !” Gekko said. “We thought we did something wrong.”

Your brows furrowed as you looked where Wingman was hidden. Did he snitch ?

You turned your face back in Gekko’s direction to throw him a very pointed look. As if remembering the kiss from two days prior —which was certainly the case—, he avoided your eyes, a light blush on his cheeks.

“O-Oh.”

“Yeah ‘oh’,” you deadpanned.

“Sorry.”

Iso watched your interaction with calm but curious eyes. He observed your fist clenching and unclenching, how your body was turned towards the door of the room, how your feet fidgeted. His lover and his crush reunited in his room. It was weirdly not unwelcome.

“I suppose your answer is ‘no’”, he said with a neutral tone.

He would feel disappointed and a bit sad if your silence and your breathing wasn’t betraying your own feelings. He and Gekko exchanged a glance, the flame of hope burning in their heart. Gekko gently squeezed your hand in his and sat closer to you.

“Tell us how you feel.”

“What are you ? My therapists ?” you scoffed, not daring to look into their eyes.

“Please.”

And in just an instant, your shell broke. Your shoulders shook slightly, your hand was squeezing Gekko's with strength, and your eyes were on your lap. Exchanging another glance with the duelist, the initiator brought your wrist to his lips to kiss it. Iso, on the other hand, wrapped his arm around your shoulders to hold you against his chest, his lips pressing against your temple. Wingman even came out of his hidden spot to hug your leg. You did not need words. They were already understanding. Yet, you could not help yourself but ask in a shy murmur :

“Am I too greedy if I want you both for myself ?”

You felt Iso chuckling against you.

“Is it a bad thing if we consent ?”

You hummed. He did have a point. Gekko suddenly leaned against you, his arms wrapping around your waist and a hopeful smile on his face. You literally were sandwiched between the two agents.

“So…is it a yes ?”

Flustered by the sudden proximity of your two faces, you cleared your throat and looked away in the direction of Wingman who visibly encouraged you with silly gestures.

“I…guess it is,” you said. “If you still want me.”

“Can I kiss you ?”

You felt very dizzy by his sudden question, your heart beating at a way too fast speed. You felt Iso holding you more firmly against his chest. When you looked up at him, he was smirking down at you.

“Isn’t it my turn ?” his face got closer. “You two already kissed, no ?”

So he knew.

“It was on the cheek !” Gekko retorted. “And did you think I didn't see that kiss on the temple ?”

“What about the one on the wrist you just did ?”

You exchanged a glance with Wingman. He shrugged and you sighed.

“Guys !” you interrupted their playful banter. “Please.”

They both stopped then looked at you.

“Alright,” said Gekko while nuzzling his face against your collarbones. “How about some quality time to begin with ?”

“We have all our time,” said Iso while rocking you from side to side.

Believe it or not, I started writing this in july. Then my brain decided to throw a tantrum again.

Like I said (wrote) before, this one shot is heavily inspired of a dream.

Anecdote : I had this dream where I was an agent of the protocol and was avoiding Iso and Gekko because I felt too awkward to confess to them. I had healing abilities in this dream, and I healed them both after a mission (a pretty hardcore one) before running away in the corridors of the protocol (the exact same corridors we saw in the Neon cinematic). Fade even hid me in her room and let me play with her cat in this dream. Wingman ended up snitching on me, Iso found me and carried me on his shoulder while I was scolding Wingman. Iso then entered in his room (with me still on his shoulder) where Gekko was waiting for us, pouting. I was sat down on the bed and the two agents sat beside me and kissed my cheeks, asking me to not run away from them ever again.

And then...I had to wake up because my sister called me... ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

It's fine though, I had a lot of dreams where these two were involved... And when I say (write) a lot of dreams, I mean A LOT.

I even had a dream where Brimstone begged me to date Yoru and Deadlock and I was like 'sure why not'.

Thanks again for taking the time to read this until the end. I wish you a nice day/night.

[maeswonders]

Rain’s Kinktober 2024 - 03

Eyeless Jack x Female Reader - Mirror/Overstimulation

SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI

TW: Overstimulation, cunnilingus, mirror sex, oral, desperation, pleasing, body positivity, controlled orgasm, embarrassment, body image issues, fluffy smut

Tag: #rainykinktober2024

Words: 2.8k

Jack found it so irritating how you pleaded with him to turn the lights off every time he slept with you.

At first, he thought it was an insult, a secret disgust you had for him that you were too scared to admit. But, that couldn’t be right.

You were kissy and loving all other times, unafraid to express your desire for the demon or hold back from complimenting everything he did. It just didn’t make sense why when he began to make love to you, suddenly all of that confidence and fluffiness washed away. Hiding your face in the pillows, wrapping your arms over your tummy, or even lightly panicking when he cooed you to get on top.

Until he thought about it, really thought about it.

It took time, but he began to catch the way you tugged your leggings a little higher on your stomach or adjusted your shirt so it was baggier in the front. He didn’t miss how you preferred your clothes a little baggier, opting for his instead. You sucked in when he held you, stood up straighter when he talked to you. It took time, but slowly all the pieces were connecting, all of the little tale-tell signs that you so meticulously hid.

To anyone else, it would seem normal. Maybe you just liked bigger clothes, or you just liked to wear his instead.

But Jack knew. And he wasn’t going to let you dig yourself deeper.

“Hi, beautiful.”

Jack stepped behind you, leaning over to peck a kiss atop your head. You smiled up at him, stalling your work at the kitchen counter to hike up onto your tiptoes and kiss his lips. His claws reached around your waist, pulling you back against him.

“Hi.”

“I have a surprise for you… See you later tonight…?”

He didn’t miss the little embarrassed excitement that tinted on your cheeks, your small smile nodding to him as you resumed whatever food you were making. The demon left you with another kiss, stepping away with a grin.

You wouldn’t know, but he was setting up your ‘surprise’ in your room. He took the full-length mirror from your closet, hooked it off of the hinges, and placed it on the wall opposite your bed. He made sure it was angled right, sitting on the edge of the bed to ensure you would get a good view.

You needed this more than he did, but that didn’t make him any less excited.

Night eventually fell, the quiet stir of your house looming as you stepped out of the shower down the hall. Jack was already perched at your doorframe, one shoulder hunched on the plaster as you stepped from the steaming bathroom, towel tucked neatly around your frame.

Fresh from the shower, you smelled so delicious. Little fruity savory scents wafted around you as Jack breathed deep, chills running up his back. He couldn’t wait.

He didn’t miss the little flush in your cheeks or the way you smiled sweetly when he reached a hand out, your small one clasping right in his palm. He also didn’t miss how you tugged the towel up a little higher to cover your underarms, glancing down to give yourself a once-over before following him. He was more than tired of your overthinking brain.

You gasped lightly when you stepped into your warm bedroom, candles and tiny tea lights lit up across any surface the demon could place them. You looked around in awe, eyes bright and twinkling from the fire glow, Jack’s claw tugging you further inside. Now you wouldn’t be able to turn the lights off…

“Jack… What is this for…?” You smiled, pushing your wet hair back from your face as Jack closed the door. Glancing to your bed, you noticed the water bottle and tiny assortment of Advil, all things that you typically needed after a night with the demon.

But, you also didn’t miss the mirror from your closet repositioned in front of your bed, glancing at your reflection sourly.

“Why did you move my mirror?”

“Suprise…” Jack cooed, stepping in to press behind you, his claws wrapping around to the front of your stomach. It had always impressed you just how much taller the demon was compared to you, but looking at it now, he seemed huge.

You stood in front of the glass, staring at Jack’s reflection with knitted brows, his lips coming down to kiss behind your ear. You shivered, his breath so warm against your damp skin, leaning back into his touch.

“What do you mean, surprise?”

The demon chuckled, hooking his fingers into the towel and slowly opening it, your eyes flashing down to yourself as you watched nervously.

“Wait…” You groaned.

Your legs instinctively clenched when your bare body showed itself, large claws tugging the towel from your sides and tossing it somewhere unknown. The warm candleglow bounced off your skin, deep oranges and yellows showing every freckle and indent as Jack found his way back to your neck.

You cringed, staring only at Jack’s face pressed close to yours instead of looking at yourself, disgust slowly creeping in and ruining your mood. He felt the way you tensed against him, a deep groan against your neck as he lifted off.

“Can we not with the mirror?” You mumbled, keeping your eyes solely focused on him instead of where he wanted you to look, at your beautiful body. He shook his head, pulling you back until you sat on the edge of your bed, Jack circling to your front. “This is exactly why we need it, I think.”

You’re confused, crossing one leg over the other as Jack kneels himself in front of you, his large frame putting him at eye level with your chest. You immediately edge back, shaking your head slowly.

“I know what this is…”

Jack is wrapping his claws around your ankles before you can get any further, pulling your body to the edge again and making you sit up straight. He didn’t care as you whined your unwillingness for his idea, pushing himself between your knees and pulling your claves to lock onto his sides.

One claw wraps around your jaw, tugging your face down to face him directly as you huff, silently pleading with him. He pressed his lips softly against yours, giving you a moment to recuperate before he sat back again.

“You, my pet, are the most intoxicatingly beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I find it insulting you think something I find attractive is ugly.” His words are overlapped with kisses down your neck, his claws resting eagerly on your hips as he pecks downwards, breathing deep into your neck.

Your arousal floods his senses, the silent excitement he can almost taste as he kisses your chest so sweet and hungry. Your breathing catches as he palms your tit, massaging the mound slowly until you’re arching your back into his touch.

“Every time I see you, I can barely hold myself back from kissing every square inch of your skin.” His lips dip lower, kissing between your tits and down to the top of your stomach. A quiet whine slips through when he finally makes it to the softness of your tummy, kissing across your warm skin and nipping gently with his teeth. Oh, how he would love to have just a bite, just a taste of your sweetness underneath.

You were shuddering the lower he got, little wet spots from his lips trailing to the tops of your thighs, your eyes never leaving him for a second.

He loves your pliability when you lean back on your hands, his claws hooking under your knees to push your thighs open further, the sweet scent of your arousal making him lightheaded. Your heavy eyes watched as he nipped the inside of your legs, kissing the soft skin as close as he could get to your pretty cunt before you were gasping.

He leaned back, much to your disappointment, but held your gaze, the deep sockets boring into you. You were nervous, body twitchy and shifting awkwardly to avoid glancing up to the mirror.

Sleeping with the demon was heavenly, his body and words coiling you up just right. But, you could never get over the roadblock that was your appearance.

Jack made it so evidently clear how pretty you were, complimenting you every chance he got and going the extra mile to make you feel special. That didn’t stop you from cringing at the way your stomach rolled when you moved, or how your legs took up so much space when you sat down. There was no telling how a man so lean and strong found someone like you so addicting.

He was about to show you, though.

“I want you to look at yourself.” You groaned, rolling your eyes at him, but the look on his face was serious.

Huffing, you looked up into the mirror across from you, the warm-toned room lighting your reflection and showing you leaned back on the edge of the bed and Jack’s large frame kneeled neatly between your spread legs.

Quickly, you glanced back down, Jack’s face still one of seriousness at the gentle scowl you held.

He leaned in slowly, pushing his face back between the plushness of your thighs and pushing your knees further apart. You let your lips part, upper body leaning back further in preparation for him.

Until he stopped. Just mere inches from your whiny cunt, his hot breath making your body run with chills. You waited, body heavy and eager, but slowly tensing with confusion when he didn’t press any further than that.

“Uh, Jack?”

He tilted his head up, eyelids low on his empty sockets as he peered into yours.

“I said I want you to look at yourself. Look away, and I’ll stop.” He grinned coyly, jagged teeth gleaming in the candlelight as he leaned in again, this time kissing against the lips of your expectant cunt.

Your jaw still hung loose as you nervously sat up a little more, eyes tense to glance up at yourself as you felt a thick, warm tongue glide smoothly between the wetness of your folds. Your eyes finally met your reflection, giving one quick glance down to see that Jack was peering up at your face, watching carefully.

You huffed, staring back at yourself and gasping as your cheeks grew a darker shade of pink, freckles and dimples bright on your face. You could barely hold yourself from watching his back muscles flex and contort as he holds your legs, a quiet grumble making you refocus.

“Hnn…” Jack let his lips pucker against your puffy folds, tongue gliding through the slickness and rounding at your clit. The long muscle lapped at the taste of your cunt, pulling deep groans and whines from the both of you.

Even though working you, Jack watched on, carefully holding your gaze to make sure you never looked away from your beautiful face. You were jittery, muscles tensing and legs nearly shaking as you tried so hard to obey him. It all just became a little too much when he finally pushed the thickness of his tongue past your entrance.

“Oh, hah- Fuck-” Your eyes flickered back and forth, trying so hard to hold your own gaze but getting caught in the view of his tongue slowly pushing into you. Your bottom lip slipped between your teeth, fingers grabbing the sheets a little tighter as Jack huffed.

You were ready for that sweet feeling of fullness, of his long tongue craning inside and rubbing all the right places. But, when he slowly began to retract the muscle, pulling his head back from the center of your legs, you nearly cried.

“Jack, please-” He just watched on, staring at you with disinterest.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror.”

You took the hint, forcing your glance back to your flushed face, heavy eyes and droplets of water from your shower gleaming in the candlelight. Jack resumed, pushing his face back quickly and letting his tongue slick back into your excited entrance again.

But, when you felt another tongue slip from his lips, you gasped, shoulders tensing as you willed yourself not to look down.

Immediately, he’s squeezing his hot tongue past your folds. And it’s all you can do to buck your hips up when he licks at your sloppy entrance. Your throbbing clit. Anywhere and everywhere Jack could reach. You hissed, back arching into the feeling as your hands fisted the sheets.

It was so embarrassing to see your face involuntarily strain and tense at every heavenly feeling, your eyes flutter or lips part with the loud noises of Jack lapping away at your pussy. And you couldn’t even watch him do it.

Your body was wrecked with pleasure, Jack using all of his devices to pull desperate moans and cries from your lips as he pushed his tongue deeper, the other flicking against your whiny clit.

“Look how good you look falling apart, little thing…” He grumbles against your wetness, muscle curling and soaking up all of your arousal. Your hips angle, trying so desperately to ride on his hungry tongue.

Your face is wrecked, body alike as you let your hands leave the bedsheets and curl around his head, fisting your fingers into his hair. The demon growls, letting his third tongue push through his lips and rummage against you, poking and pushing to try and fit inside your entrance.

“Jack- Jack- Ahn- Yea-” You pull against his hair, making sure you keep your eyes solely on your reflection, the gradual build of your orgasm tingling in your gut. Jack can taste it, can smell it as he finally gets a second tongue past that tight ring of muscle.

You cry out, eyes shutting only for a second, but quickly flicking back open. You would rather die than let Jack see you weren’t looking at yourself, wanting nothing more than to keep his tongues at the pace they were at. You’d look at yourself the rest of your life if it meant you felt like this.

“P-please ah- oh-” You squirm.

The demon is practically fucking you open with the warm muscles, the stretch and push against your walls so delicious and overwhelming, but all you can do is claw for more.

“Tell me how… hah- How beautiful you are…” He slurs into your cunt, grunting and smacking his lips against your own. Fingers just digging into your hips, sure to leave pretty little marks for him to admire later, but you comply. You’re embarrassed, desperate, and desire clinging to your every word.

“I’m… I’m beautiful…hnn-”

“Pretty…”

“I’m pretty-”

“Perfect…”

“Fuck… I- ah- I’m perfect…”

Your face is flushed with desperation, watching your every muscle contort until you finally feel like you can look at yourself without cringing, mind too busy trying to push your orgasm out.

Finally satisfied, Jack lets go of your thighs, the limbs instantly clinging around the side of his head and squeezing. He groans, pushing your body back flat against your bed and completely ravaging your cunt.

You finally get the chance to look down, his own face flushed and disheveled as his tongues curl and tug your orgasm through, body convulsing and writhing under him.

“Jack-!” You’re cumming, hard, eyes rolling back into your eyelids as you grip his hair tight, the sweet relief of waves of pleasure gripping your every movement. Your gummy walls are squeezing around him so tight that it’s almost difficult fuck you through your high the way he wants. He doesn’t let up though, drinking up all your cunt spills on his tongues, deep groans and heaves of breath flooding your senses.

When you finally begin to hiss, sensitivity gripping, he tugs his tongues out, letting your body relax.

His mouth is soaked, a claw coming to wipe away the saliva and arousal from his chin as he pulls you up. Kisses are quickly littered across your skin, hands massaging deeply across your lower back.

“The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen…” He whispers, pushing up to kiss across your face, your flushed skin hot under his lips. You’re still embarrassed, still reluctant to look up at yourself in the mirror, but you do it anyway.

Your body is disheveled, cunt still flashing with arousal, but the view in the mirror is a lot more tolerable, a lot more pretty than you remember it being.

Jack smiles as you watch yourself, tugging you back closer as he retakes his position, pushing your legs open.

It doesn’t take him coaxing for you to look at yourself when his tongues slide between your dripping cunt again, a wilted moan as he pushes back in again.

If he could love you and your body so much, maybe you could learn to, too.

Thank you for reading!

Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

Thanks to my wonderful editors: @h3llw1 and @solarbites!

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TW: Choking, suffocation, hand job, brat tamer reader, teasing

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Jeff is so comfortable with being overbearing all of the time.

It’s just his personality: yelling too loudly, hitting too hard, and especially pushing the boundaries of comfortability with others. Any chance he could get to provoke a fight he was going to take.

He’s a tease, a prick who likes to watch others cringe at the worst insult he can conjure up.

So, when he’s nudging your side and pestering you about how easy you are to make mad, it’s no surprise when you come back swinging.

Now, Jeff is flailing his legs, kicking his heels into the hardwood in an attempt to escape.

You’ve pinned him in a headlock, bicep and forearm locked tightly around his throat and squeezing hard enough to make him cough. His hands are clawing at your skin, a panicky attempt to get you off of him, but the lack of oxygen is proving difficult.

“Uhn- Fuc- Hnng-!”

He can’t even get words out, labored-cutoff breaths getting caught in his throat as you pull him back against your chest and restraining him further.

“Sorry? What was that? Gonna have to speak up, Jeffrey.”

You’re taunting him, sitting back on your knees as you hook your free hand behind his head and push, creating more pressure against his airway.

He lets out a rushed cough, a deep grunt as he’s trying to fight, kicking his legs like a kid.

You’re nearly satisfied, ready to let off and leave him embarrassed, but your eye catches something that makes you hesitate.

Jeff’s face is red, cheeks flushed deeper than you’ve ever really seen. But what really catches your attention is the way his eyes roll back.

His legs are shifting, pushing his back firmly against your chest as his jaw hangs slack. He’s gasping, eyes fluttering and rolling up into his skull with an almost pleasurable edge.

Your suspicion is confirmed with a tempted look towards his crotch, a noticeable bulge pressing firmly against the fabric of his jeans. You falter for a moment, the tense in your arm relaxing as you watch Jeff’s thighs press together.

You’re also surprised at the way the killer is pushing your forearm back against his neck, almost like he’s upset you’ve let go. An embarrassed string of noises floods from his lips when you retighten your arm back, the twinge of excitement in your chest making you brave.

“God, you’re a freak.”

Sliding your hand from the back of his head, you’re reaching to his open mouth, daring to run your fingertips against his lips. Jeff halts for a moment, rough breathing all you can hear before he’s opening his mouth further and taking your fingers inside.

He sucks in the digits, his jaw falling loose when it becomes too much and he’s dizzy for air again. Groans and huffs fill the room as you’re pushing your fingers deeper, sliding the pads of your fingertips against his tongue and reaching for more.

Jeff’s gagging when your knuckles meet his lips, fingers brushing against the tightness of his throat as you watch his eyes strain to shut. Even without being choked, gagging on your fingers is making the killer dizzy, his head nearly spinning before you’re dragging your hand from his lips.

“Hah- Fuck you… Huhn- Buh- Bitch-”

His voice is ragged, snapping his anger between heavy inhales. You don’t listen, readjusting your grip as Jeff’s placing his hands on your thighs, watching carefully as you’re running your spit-soaking fingers towards his jeans.

“Hold on-”

Jeff’s trying to sit up, your arm locking back around his neck and holding him firm into your chest. He’s forced to watch as you single-handedly undo his belt, tugging the zipper down and pushing your hand under the waistline of his boxers.

He’s gasping against your arm, his nails dug into your skin as he watches you push the fabric down, his cock slipping out and bobbing heavily against his abdomen.

You take the length in your saliva-soaked fingers, gripping tightly and smiling when Jeff’s whole body jerks with it.

He’s whining, a labored hiss below you when your forearm hooks tight around his throat and his eyes begin to roll back again.

You jerk your wrist, tugging the length roughly as Jeff’s hips jerk along with it, desperate noises pushing past his lips. His heels dig into the ground, spreading his legs as he becomes lost in the dizziness and adrenaline rush of it all.

You grip onto the head of his cock, running a thumb on the head and gliding against the slit. Jeff grits his teeth at that, a gutteral groan echoing as you smile, whispering against his flushed ear.

“For someone who talks so much shit, you sure do give in real easy. What? Can’t fight back when you’re being handled like a bitch?”

The attempted curse Jeff tries to spit gets cut off when your arm tightens against his neck, his heads reaching back up to grip against your skin as you continue to pump his wilting cock.

So much pre-cum is drooling from the tip, his lightheadedness forcing his body to compute with your every touch.

“Fuu- Hngh-”

He’s drooling now, tears pricking at the corner of his heavy eyes when you teasingly bite against his ear, nibbling against the shell of hot skin. He whines out of shame, squirming against the overwhelming sensations.

Every exasperated noise and jerk of his drowsy body is disheveled. He’s desperate now, chasing every twist of your fist on the head of his cock and every tense of your bicep against his airway.

Humiliation burns his cheeks when you whisper, “So you do get off on this…” He doesn’t know if it’s an insult or a tease, but he can’t help but gush at the feeling.

He can’t stand it any more, the corners of his vision slowly darkening when he feels his abdomen strain and knot, his dark cheeks soaked in tears when he finally cums.

Your hand tightens against the base of his cock, hot stripes of cum shooting onto his stomach and drooling from his tip. Jeff’s head is so light, temples pulsing when you finally release your grasp on him, panicked inhales and gasps following.

The killer leans back against your chest, your hand still firmly gripped onto the base of his cock when he finally recatches his breath.

“You’re so disgusting.”

You’re teasing, releasing your grip on him and reaching to grip his face, hand tightened onto his jaw. You force him to look up at you, heavy eyes and darkly flushed cheeks flushing you with pride.

“Fuck you.”

His voice is hoarse, throat raw and aching as he glares, your answering smile making him falter.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

He nearly moans, that overbearing intensive exterior faltering when he’s forced to stare into your excited eyes.

It seems he’s finally found his match, but Jeff always did like a fight.

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❛ IDEAL BODY ❜

Mello X ED!fem!reader

WC; 500 + | !MDNI! | TW/CW : Eating disorders, reader is obsessed with being the ideal body, so thin and fit, skipping meals

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: (filled request) HIII I was wondering if you would ever feel like writing mello x ED!reader, like a reader whos obsessed with being thin or the feeling of not eating, I understand if not and thank you for reading this!! Love your works! - ANON

A/NOTE :: I don't have much personal experience with ED's so please, if there is something wrong about what I write please let me know because i'd like to be as accurate as possible ! thank you >.<

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Mello is really perceptive so it doesn't take him that much time to realise that you skip a meal more than a normal person should. If you two eat together, he would notice that you would more than likely push your food around instead of eating it, distracting him with your yaps. But, he notices that you aren't eating.

Its takes Mello very little time to realise that you do have an obsession with being a certain body type, which is what you currently have now. However, you are so so so conscious of gaining weight. It would be the little things you say and do which is when he realises that this isn't just an obsession with being the 'ideal body' type, it's a lot more serious.

Mello would never directly ask you if you have an ED but he does directly approach you if that makes sense lmao? He will be to the somewhat point and he will ask why you aren't eating as you're already sexy, hot, beautiful and stunning and his girlfriend and he loves you more than just your looks.

You kinda just stood there flabbergasted lmao, your jaw would be dropped. You would have been so confused at why your man would have just blatantly asked you such a thing, and that straight forward. But you did come to realise that he is a little rough around the edges and doesn't really understand how to express the softer, caring emotions, but that's okay! you're there to help him >.<

Mello deeply worries for you though, he cares more than he admits. Both you and to himself. He checks up with you during your meals, if you could even call them that, and he'd watch you eat. It starts to become that when he comes over Mello brings your favourite snacks bc he will know you'll eat them and he can hear your stomach growling from not eating.

He'd make sure that you take care of yourself, he feels so much pain watching you suffer from not eating because you want a thin body.

Mello doesn't understand eating disorders all that well so he learns and researches for you so he can be more careful around you. He beats himself up when he watches you flinch or frown when he says something wrong.

But, as time passes and the two of you become closer, he's a lot more patient and realises that his 'lectures' about you having to eat is not the best approach and he has realised that, even if it took him some time!

Mello tries his best to put his input with suggestions or alternatives. Like, going to the gym to work out to get thinner which means you can eat normal meals and stuff like that.

He comforts you if you are struggling to eat food, like holding your hand and rubbing small circles in your palm.

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and likes are appreciated.

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[maeswonders]

circle of sleep <3

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The setup, in case you were wondering lol

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can you do sfw and nsfw eyeless jack hc's? :3

Eyeless Jack SFW and NSFW headcanons

🧸ྀི English is not my first language, so sorry for the grammar mistakes !! 🤍

! Warning ! -> It has NSFW, which means it has 18+ in writing ‹𝟹

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༉‧₊˚. SFW:

🫘‧₊˚彡 He felt insecure at the beginning of your relationship, he didn't like to take off the mask, but gradually you gained his trust and made him trust you enough to walk freely around the house without the mask ♡‧₊˚

🫘‧₊˚彡 Even though he's a monster he's a super calm and kind (at least with you) ♡‧₊˚

🫘‧₊˚彡 He can accidentally hurt you because of his size and not knowing how to control his strength, because to him you are just a fragile little human that he loves and wants to protect ♡‧₊˚

🫘‧₊˚彡 Loves playing with your hair and also likes it when you touch his hair ♡‧₊˚

🫘‧₊˚彡 He becomes very happy when you tell him he is handsome, he starts smiling so much and a little blush will appears on his cheeks ♡‧₊˚

Y/N: "You're so beautiful... so different and perfect.. I'm lucky to have you"

Jack: ":)"

🫘‧₊˚彡 Before meeting you, he didn't believe he would find someone who would like a monster that eats organs like him, but now that he has you, he is more than grateful that there is someone like you who loves him for who he is ♡‧₊˚

🫘‧₊˚彡 If you get hurt, he will help you, he will examine the wound and help you heal it carefully because he doesn't want to put you in more pain ♡‧₊˚

🫘‧₊˚彡 If you're crying, he will probably ask why you're crying, and if it's because of a person, he will "have a conversation" with them ♡‧₊˚

🫘‧₊˚彡 Cuddles, well he'll put his arms around your waist and his chin on top of your head ♡‧₊˚

🫘‧₊˚彡 He love your kisses, he would spend the whole day receiving them without complaining ♡‧₊˚

༉‧₊˚. NSFW:

🫘‧₊˚彡 He will give you head, and trust me, he knows how to use his tongues (because he has three) very well ♡‧₊˚

🫘‧₊˚彡 Well, when I say he is big, it's because he is. It can be painful at first when he's trying to get inside you, but then it's just pleasure ♡‧₊˚

🫘‧₊˚彡 He can be rough and fast or gentle and slow, it depends on what you want or if he is horny ♡‧₊˚

🫘‧₊˚彡 He will moan but he prefers to hear you moan and whimper (this will probably make him even hornier) ♡‧₊˚

🫘‧₊˚彡 When you cry with pleasure, he becomes worried and becomes gentler because he thinks he is hurting you ♡‧₊˚

🫘‧₊˚彡 When you are giving him head, that's a different story, he'll be whimpering with pleasure, and gently pulling your head even further, making you go deeper on his d*ck ♡‧₊˚

🫘‧₊˚彡 He gets even more turned on when he thinks about getting you pregnant (even if you can't or if you can) he likes to fill you with his c#m ♡‧₊˚

Jack: "Mhm~..I want to s-see you f-full.. yeah, completely full with my c#m i-inside of y-you~..g-good girl/boy.."

🫘‧₊˚彡 You can masturbate him but get ready to hear him whimper with pleasure, it will be loud ♡‧₊˚

🫘‧₊˚彡 He knows human anatomy and knows very well the weak points of pleasure ♡‧₊˚

🫘‧₊˚彡 After everything, he will try his best to clean you up (with his tongue ig) and then change both your and his clothes, he will lay you on top of him and he will gently stroke your back ♡‧₊˚

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(I'm sleepy, don't blame me (ó﹏ò｡)♡)

Byee!! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

[maeswonders]

❛ COMFORT ❜

Mello X Fem!Reader

WC; +| !MDNI! | TW/CW :: x fem reader, she/her, afab terms and body, period, blood.

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: Hii I was wondering if you'd want to write like anything to do w period comfort w Mello, it's okay if not 🫶🏻🫶🏻💝 have a nice day - @maeswonders 

A/NOTE :: i made these headcanons with a drabble type at the end, i hope that is alright

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𝐻𝐸𝒜𝒟𝒞𝒜𝒩𝒪𝒩𝒮 ::

Mello may not be the most emotionally expressive person, but he genuinely cares about you. When he sees you're in pain, his usually tough exterior softens. He'll sit beside you, offering quiet reassurances, and sometimes even awkwardly stroke your hair, unsure if he's doing it right but hoping it helps.

Mello learns that a hot water bottle is a lifesaver during your period. He makes sure it's always ready for you, and if he can’t find it, he'll heat up a towel instead, improvising to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible.

Given Mello's own love for chocolate, he understands the craving. He’ll share his stash with you, even giving you his favorite bars. If you're feeling particularly down, he might even make a special trip to get your favorite treats.

He knows that distraction helps, so Mello will set up movie marathons with your favorite films or shows. He’ll make sure the living room is cozy, bringing in blankets and pillows to create a perfect nest for you both.

Despite how Mello's diet is basically just chocolate, Mello will try to cook for you. It might be a bit chaotic, but his effort to make your favorite comfort food is heartwarming. If cooking fails, he'll order takeout from your favorite place.

Mello isn't usually one for excessive physical affection, but during your period, he makes an exception. He’ll pull you close, wrapping his arms around you and holding you tight. His body heat is comforting, and he hopes his presence makes you feel better.

He doesn’t mind running errands for you. Whether it’s getting more pads/tampons, picking up a prescription, or grabbing some snacks, Mello is on it. He might grumble about it, but he does it without hesitation because he cares about you >.<

If your cramps are really bad, Mello will attempt to give you a massage. He’s not an expert, but he’ll follow any instructions you give him, pressing gently on your lower back or wherever you’re hurting most.

Mello knows that hormones can make emotions run high. He’s patient when you’re feeling irritable or upset, understanding that it’s not personal. If you snap at him, he’ll let it slide and do his best to keep things calm.

He’ll make sure you have everything you need before bed—extra blankets, a heating pad, your favorite pajamas. Mello might even read to you or tell you stories to help you relax and fall asleep more easily.

Mello knows how tough you are, but he also knows everyone needs support sometimes. He’ll remind you that it’s okay to take it easy and that you’re strong for pushing through the discomfort.

Mello might leave little notes or small surprises for you to find throughout the day. Whether it’s a sweet note telling you he loves you or a small gift, these gestures are his way of showing he cares and is thinking about you.

𝒟𝑅𝒜𝐵𝐵𝐿𝐸 ::

It feel like someone is constantly punching you in the lower abdomen. You curl up on the couch, clutching a pillow to your stomach, hoping that curling up into a ball would give some relief. The TV is on, playing some random show, but you can’t focus on it. All you can think about is how much you wish the cramps would stop.

Mello walks into the room, his usual confident stride a bit more cautious today. He notices your discomfort immediately and his brow furrows with concern.

“You look like hell,” he says, his tone was rough but he was truly worried about you, he didn't like seeing you in pain knowing that it was your own body causing it.

“Thanks, Mello. That’s really helpful,” you reply sarcastically, though there’s no real bite to your words.

He sighs and sits down beside you, placing a warm hand over shoulder. “Sorry. I just hate seeing you like this. Here.” He pulls a hot water bottle from behind his back and hands it to you. “I figured this might help.”

You take it gratefully, pressing it against your stomach and feeling a slight relief from the heat. “Thank you,” you mumble.

Mello shifts awkwardly, clearly out of his element. “Do you need anything else? Painkillers? Chocolate?”

You shake your head. “Just stay with me?”

He nods, eyes softening. “Of course.”

Mello gets up and returns with a blanket, draping it over you before settling back down. He pulls you closer, letting you rest your head on his chest. You can tell he’s trying his best to comfort you.

“You wanna watch something specific?” he asks, picking up the remote. “Or just keep this on?”

“Something distracting,” you reply. “Nothing too serious.”

He scrolls through the options and settles on a lighthearted comedy, the kind that always manages to make you laugh. As the show starts, he keeps an arm around you, hoping that you'll grow to feel better underneath his touch.

After a few minutes, he mutters, “You know, I have no idea what I’m doing here. But I’m trying.”

You look up at him, touched by his honesty. “You’re doing great, Mello. Just having you here helps a lot.”

“Yeah, well, don’t get used to it. I’ve got a reputation to maintain.”

You chuckle softly, feeling a bit better just from having him by your side. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

Mello relaxes a bit more, his smirk turning into a genuine smile. “Good. Now, let’s see if this show is any good.”

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and likes are appreciated.

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i hope this was okay- 🧍🏼‍♀️

[maeswonders]

HEYYYYYY I WAS WONDERING IF U COULD DO LIKE EJ JEFF AND TOBY WITH A PARTNER WITH EXTREMLY LONG HAIR LIKE DOWN TO THEIR TOES. LIKE WOULD THEY HELP READER TAKE CARE OF IT OR NOT PARTAKE IN HELPING 💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽

reading this genuinely had me shocked😨

CREEPS X LONG HAIR!READER

EYELESS JACK

-> your hair can get tangled really easily especially while you're asleep

-> so he can would often help you detangle your hair

-> you would be sitting on the floor infront of the couch, jack sitting on the couch with detangle spray and a hairbrush

-> he is basically your savior in that situation

JEFF THE KILLER

-> he was trying so hard to not cut your hair in your sleep

-> jeff knew you would be mad if he did though, and he doesn't want to lose you

-> has a love-hate relationship with your hair

-> he actually has no reason to hate your hair, he just doesn't really like it

TICCI TOBY

-> he loves trying new hairstyles on you, he actually just loves playing with your hair

-> watching tv? hes playing in your hair. you're cooking? hes behind you playing in your hair. going to sleep? IN YOUR HAIR.

-> unlike jeff, he LOVES. your hair. never wants you to cut your hair like..ever

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RAHHH