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therainywriter · 3 months

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Mindless Curiosity (Fluff/Suggestive)

Pairing: Rh’auk (Yautja) x Reader

You were in a hammock of sorts, tucked within Rh’auks arms while he caressed your sides. His claws drug lightly against your flesh, shirt having ridden up from his ministrations.

You wiggled and flipped around with his help, mindful of not tipping the both of you over and onto the cold, hard forest ground.

You cuddled into his chest, closing your eyes when he resumed his gentle touches. He purred at your little nuzzles against him, heart swelling at just how sweet his ooman was.

You mindlessly reached up and touched his dreads, something you’d yet to do. You felt at the strange appendages, long between your fingers, warm and slightly rubbery.

He clicked sharply, jolting at the touch. His hand shot up to remove yours, pulling it away gently.

You frowned and looked up at him, eyes wide and confused, clouded with worry, “Did I hurt you?”

His gaze was soft, “No, you did not hurt me. Don’t fret dear one,” he responded, sharp nails now trailing along your back.

You were instantly comforted, melting once more against him in reassurance. Yet you still wondered why it had garnered such a reaction out of him.

Rh’auk was very stoic, not much could break him from his usual serious dementor. Well, aside from you of course.

You broke through every barrier his flesh held, his soul entirely bare to you. He would have it no other way,

He sighed as though he could hear the thoughts running about in your mind. “You are curious, yes?”

You nearly smiled, he knew you too well. “Mhm..” you admitted softly, leaning in your head up from against his chest to look at him.

“While they usually help my species in combat, the… sensors of sorts are pleasurable at certain times,” he’d begun, having paused his explanation to find the right words.

You grew hot at the implication, realization setting in. You should’ve known, you felt beyond embarrassed for making him explain.

“It is like when I play with yo-“you hid your face in your hands, “Okay, okay I get it!” you interrupted.

He chuckled, mandibles clicking together in amusement. “Do not get shy,” he smirked, lowering your hands from your face with his own.

“It would not make sense for you to know,” he said with a kiss to your knuckles, “we both must learn.”

Though you still felt timid, he was right.

You smiled softly and kissed his exposed chest, the muscle warm under your lips.

He hummed and hoisted you up, closer to him. His voice had lowered and eyes held a promising gaze, “You may touch them, but I can not promise to hold back.”

The mere suggestion had you flustered, and once more you felt at the appendage, smooth below your fingers.

#a quick little writing #hope you enjoy!#predator x human #predator x you #predator x reader #predator #yautja fluff #fluff #x reader #yautja x you #yautja x reader #yautja #yautja oc #oc x reader #my writing #rainywriter

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therainywriter · 4 months

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Missed You 18+ (Smut/Fluff)

Pairing: Mike Schmidt x F!Reader

Abby had you on the floor, coloring with her as she simultaneously watched an old cartoon. She kicked her feet back and forth, eyes slowly growing heavy as she fought back sleep.

You suppressed a smile, knowing she was waiting for Mike to come home, she always did. It was an endearing thing and showed just how much she loved him. Even if he sometimes thought otherwise.

You were growing drowsy yourself and stood with a yawn, “Let’s put you to bed kiddo,” you mumbled to her sweetly, having adopted the nickname from Mike.

She seemed to ponder over your words for a moment before she reluctantly gathering her things. You put her papers and crayons away as she snuggled into bed.

You tucked her in and turned off the lights, pausing when her voice called out to you, “Will you leave the door cracked.. please?”

You nodded, “Of course, sweet dreams Abby,” you said softly, heart melting when she whispered goodnight.

You did as she asked and left the door cracked before you made your way back into the living room. You cleaned up what little mess the two of you had made and curled up on the couch.

The house was quiet aside of mumbling voices on the TV, you were warm and cozy, cuddled so snugly in the corner that you hadn’t even realized you’d fallen asleep.

You awoke just as Mike was closing the front door. He gave you a tired smile as he took off his boots and joined you on the couch.

He pulled you onto him, letting you stay tucked within your fluffy blankets. You hummed, laying your head on his chest, pressing a kiss there as he sighed.

“Rough night?” you asked with a gentle frown, looking up at his pretty brown eyes.

“Yeah,” he said quietly, voice weary. He pressed a kiss against your forehead, working his way down until he met your lips.

“Missed you,” he whispered, pulling you closer as his mouth moved slowly against yours.

You gripped onto his shirt, moaning softly in response. You missed him too, terribly so.

He’d been gone more often than not recently, you’d even debated driving down to that old pizzeria just to see him.

He grabbed your legs and positioned them around his waist before grabbing your hips to rock you against him.

His head fell back, lips parting from yours as he moved you how he pleased. You hid at his neck, one hand grasping arm as the other griped his shoulder.

You whined when he thrust his hips up against you, jeans hard against your soft pajamas. The friction had you squirming, a familiar throb forming between your legs.

“Wanna fuck you,” he groaned, reaching down to slide his hand in your cotton shorts. He swiped his middle finger along your wet folds, rubbing at your pussy a little before slipping his finger into his mouth.

“M’ gonna fuck you,” he said, voice strained in a hush, “right now.”

You whimpered at the promise, letting him lift you up and carry you to his bed. He carefully kicked the door shut behind him, the action silent and swift before he laid you onto his bed.

He stripped you of your shorts and panties, leaving you in only his large, plain shirt. You bit back a moan when his hand went back to your cunt, middle finger pushing into your slick heat.

Mike cursed to himself, dick straining in his pants as he fucked you with his finger, soon adding another, rubbing and pushing into you.

Your body was hot and aching, walls clenching around his digits. You were close, oh so close when he stopped entirely.

“Please,” you nearly cried, pleas silencing when his cock replaced his fingers. The stretch of it both painful and pleasurable.

He hadn’t even bothered taking his jeans off, wanting too badly to feel your warm, wet pussy around him.

He moaned into your shoulder, “So, so good baby.”

His thrusts were slow but rough, each pushing you further into the mattress as he intertwined his hands with yours.

It didn’t take long for him to speed up, fucking you just as he’d said he would. You were a flustered mess, holding back moans after each meaningful drive into your cunt.

You squeezed around him, eyes shutting as your hands tightened their grip on his. Your hips moved up into his, needy and wanting.

He leaned down, lips pressing against your ear as soft huffs escaped his mouth, “That’s it princess, want you to cream on my cock.”

His words sent you over the edge, pussy milking him as you came undone. He ground down onto your clit, thrusting into you until he pulled out and shot hot ropes of cum on your stomach.

He let his body engulf you as he rest on top of your smaller form, the weight was comforting.

“Wish I would’ve done that weeks ago,” he mumbled, kissing the soft flesh of your neck.

You yawned, fingers playing with his as a smile crept onto your lips, “Me too..”

#smut #kind of actually filthy #trying to get back into the flow of writing!#not proofread #mike schmidt #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x fem!reader smut #mike schmidt x you #fnaf movie #fnaf movie smut #x reader #fluff #my writing #rainywriter

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therainywriter · 5 months

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I See You (Fluff)

Pairing: Tsuek'tu (Na'vi) x Reader

Tsuek'tu held you at his side, large hand encompassing your waist as he held you steady after you nearly fell off the thin vine you stood on.

You gripped his arm in panic, looking up at him with fearful eyes. “Tsuek- I’m going to fall.”

The end of his lip tilted up, “I won’t let you fall, just a bit further.”

He never let you go the rest of the way, acutely aware of your tense little form. He would protect you at any cost, his sweet one.

Ever since he rescued you from the thanator, the two of you have spent countless nights together- with you tucked next to him as he pulled you along amongst the trees.

You were constantly learning about their planet, the creatures and flora. But most of all, the people, their culture and way of life.

He often spoke in Na'vi, letting you listen as he pointed things out and described them. You were catching on, slowly but surely learning the complex language.

Tsuek paused, hand keeping you at the back of him.

"Kempe leren?" you asked quietly, unsure if you were actually asking what was happening.

He smiled to himself, you were learning. "Shh, do not scare the yerik," he said quietly.

He shifted his position, leaning back against the tree to your right and pulling you to his abdomen so you could see for yourself.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you rest against him, looking around the tree to observe the herbivore. The scientists call them hexapedes, their habits resemble those of deer.

They're fragile creatures, easily frightened but very protective of their young.

You watched it with admiring eyes, unaware that Tsuek was doing the same, but with you.

He glanced at the handmade jewelry adorning your wrist and neck, only two of many gifts you'd so sweetly accepted from him with a smile on your face.

You were comfortable with him, not shy to place your small five-fingered blue hand on his arm and share your curiosities. It drove him crazy.

He gave you a toothy grin when you jumped, gasping silently as the creature kicked one of its six hooves against the ground. You pouted, "Not funny-"

He hummed quietly, "Very funny."

He thought for a moment when you leaned your head against his chest, resuming your careful watch of the yerik.

He nudged you lightly, grabbing your hand in his and leading you elsewhere. "Za'u," golden eyes met yours as he glanced behind him.

You followed him, doing your best to keep up as his long strides. "Where are we going?" you questioned, slightly breathless as you hopped over a thick vine.

"You'll see, kal'in 'aw."

You were exhausted by the time he slowed down, legs aching but the pain tolerable in your avatar body. You took a breath in, only to have it knocked out of you as you registered where you were.

The Tree of Souls, you knew this place. Though you had only heard stories, you were familiar with it. It was a sacred place, deeply cherished by the Na'vi.

"It's- It's beautiful," you mumbled in awe, hand reaching out to let the glowing pink tendrils fall along the palm of your hand.

You turned to him and tilted your head, "Why did you bring me here?"

He looked at your big, confused eyes taking your hands into his larger ones.

"Oel ngati kameie, I see you," he said softly, looking at you as though he could see straight through to your very soul.

Your heart skipped a beat and you stepped closer, fingers tightening around his hands. "Oel ngati kameie," you repeated.

He leaned his head against yours, pressing a soft kiss against your lips which you returned just as gently.

#za'u = come #kal'in 'aw = little one #oc na'vi #na'vi x reader #avatar x you #avatar x reader #avatar fic #james cameron avatar #avatar #world of pandora #fluff #na'vi #omaticaya clan #x reader #my writng #rainywriter #not proofread #thank you for reading <3 #tsuek’tu x reader

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therainywriter · 7 months

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Mistaken (Fluff/Suggestive)

Pairing: Rh’auk x Reader

Request: Hi, I’m a massive fan of your writing and I adore your yautja fics, but I have to ask if your consider writing something similar to the jealously fic. Like reader is jealous thinking one of the much larger women yautja are trying to court your mate, only to find out your mate is jealous cause it’s clear the woman is trying to court you instead.

Your mate was in a meeting with important members of the tribe, occupied inside the hut you sat outside of.

You weren’t sure what it was about, though you were curious now, hearing their low, muffled clicks. You smiled, recognizing Rh’auk among them.

The breeze was warm and humidity comfortable, you couldn’t help but lean your head on the tree you sat against, letting your eyes shut and mind rest.

You didn’t fight it when you began dozing off, Rh’auk would be a while anyway.

When he finally emerged from the hut, he found you where he left you, only now you were sleeping peacefully.

He was beyond fond of his precious little hooman, wanting nothing more than to scoop you up and nap the evening away.

Alas, there were things to be done, tasks he couldn’t brush aside, not even for you.

He crouch in front of you and brushed a clawed finger against your cheek, waking you gently with pets and small kisses.

You grumbled at first, so cruelly being pulled from your light slumber.

But once you saw him you grinned, arms finding their way around his neck as you pulled him into a tight embrace.

“You’re back,” you mumbled happily, nuzzling yourself closer.

His chest rumbled lowly, mandibles clicking together occasionally. Your warm greeting making his heart melt- as it does only for you, “Yes, I am back ank’te.”

He lifted you to your feet with ease, immediately missing your arms around him as you released your hold at his neck and stood with a small yawn.

“How was your meeting?” you questioned, interlacing your hand with his larger one as you began your walk back home.

He thought for a moment, “It went well. There is much to do in little time.”

You nodded, pressing a quick kiss to his arm, deciding not to push for details he didn’t wish to share.

You felt slightly aggravated when a female Yautja stopped you and Rh’auk in your walk. It was ridiculous how often they fawned over your mate, even with you clinging to his side.

She was strong and tall, bigger than Rh’auk, but still delicate in a way. Gold accents of jewelry rest upon her skin in a beautiful contrast, shimmering with each movement she made.

You couldn’t help but feel a bit insecure at her powerful elegance. She was worthy, worthy of a male such as Rh’auk.

Her eyes were soft as she looked at you, but harder when your mate spoke their native tongue, demanding her attention.

Rh’auk seemed more territorial than aggressive towards her. He growled and snapped at her words, whatever she was saying, he really didn’t take lightly to it.

They seemed to be arguing, a part of you worried they’d begin fighting.

You flinched when she hissed, mandibles flaring before backing off. She gave you one last soft glance as she wandered elsewhere.

You looked up at him confused, “What was.. that about?”

He grumbled, “She wished to challenge me- to court you,” the words came out sharply, fading into indecipherable, sharp clicks.

Your eyes widened, oh.

“There is always one to threaten me for you. What am I to do?” he picked you up bridal style, continuing walking whilst he glanced down at your wide, surprised eyes.

“You are lucky I did not take you then and there for everyone to see mei’aki.” he huffed, making your body heat up at the mere idea.

“I thought she was trying to court you,” you said after a moment, fingers absentmindedly tracing the deep scars on his chest.

He shook his head, the sharp appendages at his jaw moving as he chittered, amused.

“She is not the only female who has sought you out ooman,” Rh’auk seemed so sour again at the idea of anyone stealing you from him.

You kissed his chest, feeling the way his hands tightened on your skin, “You’re the only one I’ll ever call my mate,” you said sweetly.

He couldn’t help but stop in his tracks and lean down to kiss you, your words meaning far more to him than you’d ever imagine.

He could only think to show you how much they meant to him.

#request #absolutely love this idea anon!!#yautja x reader #yautja x you #yautja #yautja fluff #predator x reader #predator x human #predator fluff #predator x you #predator #x reader #fluff #slightly suggestive #my writing #rainywriter #human reader

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therainywriter · 9 months

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Welcome Home (Fluff)

Pairing: Art the Clown x Reader

It was a cold and unusually dark night. Art wasn't home, he’d been gone for a few days already. You faintly hoped he wouldn’t return, that things would go back to the way they were before he forced himself into your life.

Another part of you looked forward to seeing him again, to be caught under his intense gaze and lured into his arms. It was cruel how he deceived you with gentle touches and almost intimate stares.

Those soft moments switch in the blink of an eye. Little nibbles at your neck turn into harsh bites and tender caresses become a tight, painful grip. You’re starting to like it, seek it even.

You glanced down at the nasty green bruises on your thighs, exposed by your soft cotton shorts. He liked to leave an impression behind when he was going to be gone a while. Something to remember him by, though he was already certain you wouldn’t forget.

He had you wrapped around his slender, deadly finger and you didn't do a single thing about it. He was like an addiction, you couldn't just quit him though a part of you desperately wanted to.

It was strange how you were drawn to him, how the sick embrace of his arms brought you such strong sense of security. You were certain something was wrong with you and he was to blame.

He twisted your mind, your body, your entire being.

Art was funny too, quiet the comedian when he was in a particularly good mood. You smiled to yourself at the though of his goofy shenanigans, an image of him standing at the door in sunflower sunglasses making you giggle.

He was so incredibly unpredictable. You could only hope that was the side of Art you’d see when he came home.

Little did you know, he’d been standing at the doorway as you cleaned the kitchen counter, oblivious to him and lost in thought.

He tilted his head, observing you. A small smile ghosted your lips, a fond memory perhaps. He wondered if that little expression of happiness would disappear once you saw him.

Slowly, he made his entrance, careful not to startle you too quickly. He grinned, raising his hands to hover over your hips. You screamed as soon as he made contact and his grin only widened.

You gulped, catching your breath as Art picked you up and placed you on the counter you’d been cleaning.

“That was mean,” you frowned, rubbing a bit at your chest. He waved off your complaint and stared at you, almost expectantly. Though you were unsure of what exactly he wanted.

His arms moved to either side of you and he leaned forward a bit, still standing tall as his head tilted. You were effectively trapped, if you tried to scoot back he’d only grab you.

“Welcome home Art,” you said, voice quieter than before as you looked up at him with nervous eyes.

He shook his head, wrong answer.

His head was now level with yours, eyes staring holes into your own. The mood had shifted and you now felt a little ill.

You didn't think when you pressed your lips to his, feeling him smile against your mouth and move between your legs, closer to you. Right answer.

His hands moved to the back of your head and fingers tangled themselves gently in your hair. You wrapped your arms around his neck, gasping for air once he finally pulled away.

“Did you miss me?” you questioned, out of breath.

He nodded, wiggling his eyebrows before bopping your nose and moving around you to wander elsewhere in the house. You sat there for a moment more before getting off the counter and gathering your cleaning supplies.

Art was home.

#as requested!#too fluffy for art?#art the clown x reader #art x reader #terrifier art the clown #terrifier #the terrifier #terrifier x reader #terrifier 2 #art the clown x you #art x you #fluff #my writng #rainywriter #art the clown #more yautja content coming up next!

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therainywriter · 11 months

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Protector 18+ (Angst/Smut)

Pairing: Dekvah (Yautja) x F!Reader Request: hi, i was wondering if still you take yautja X reader requests. If so what do you think about protective!predator with shy!human!reader where he saves her and maybe some smut at the end? Sorry if it's stupid

Dekvah was out hunting, he'd left you alone in your hut and told you to stay put, as he does every time he leaves. You'd fully intended on listening, occupying yourself with organizing the various bones he's collected for you over the few years you've been with him.

You now admire them, no longer disturbed by pieces of skeleton. Each skull and vertebra was a symbol of his devoted love, his never-ending adoration for you. You understood that now.

A feeling of longing pulled at your chest, you missed him. He hadn't been gone for more than a few hours and you already missed the overprotective male.

You sighed and stood up, stretching your limbs with a slight wince, muscles sore from sitting crouched for so long.

You paused for a moment, thinking of something else to do before your thoughts were interrupted by the muffled grumble of your stomach.

"Snack break," you mumbled quietly to yourself, looking over at the dried meat hanging along the wall. You tilted your head and decided you wanted fruit instead, but you guys didn't have any fruit.

You glanced at the door and stared at it for a moment, conflicted on what to do, though your internal debate didn't last long.

With a basket in hand, you ventured out. Most Yautja paid no mind to your smaller human form walking among them, but you could feel some staring in disapproval, judging you.

You carried on, smiling when you saw Nak'ii, an elder you and Dekvah knew well. At first, the female disliked you greatly, she saw you as a disgrace to her kind. With time there comes acceptance and with acceptance, she's grown to care for you as she would her own.

You found a clearing in the forest and collected a couple of handfuls of berries from the bush nearest to you. As you turned around to head back home you bumped into something, or rather, someone.

A male you didn't know flared his mandibles wide, angrily, snarling before lunging towards you. You dropped your basket, falling back to the ground with a gasp as his teeth snapped together a mere inch from your face.

Seemingly out of nowhere, Dekvah had pinned the other Yautja down, hand wrapped around his neck as his jaws flared open. Dekvah spoke quickly, furiously to the male. His eyes were dark and his fist closed harder around the throat in his hand.

You were almost certain he was going to rip it out then and there. Your eyes were wide and watery when he looked at you, finished threatening the young male with death. He had fought against killing the fool, though it was so very tempting.

With a vexed grumble, he roughly pushed off the stranger and hurried to you, kneeling in front of you. He gently looked you over before pressing his head against yours. "I'm okay, promise," you whispered shakily.

He opened his eyes and gave you a stern look. "What were you thinking?" he asked, almost scoldingly as he began picking up spilled berries, placing them back in their container before helping you up.

"I didn't think anyone would attack me... I was just getting some fruit," you said quietly, motioning to the basket he held.

He clenched his jaw and pulled you to his side, turning to the other male who now stood with his head low. "Forgive me," he said in English, accent strong over the foreign words.

You simply nodded as Dekvah led you back to the village. "I could have gathered you berries," he stated firmly. "I know, I'm sorry..." you responded, unsure what else to say.

His anger simmered and he shook his head, "You should not apologize, it was not you who was in the wrong."

You cast your eyes down and leaned against him, silent the rest of the way home.

Large fur blankets were soft against your legs as you sat in bed eating a bowl of your problematic snack. Dekvah stood, taking his time peeling off his hunting gear.

You watched him, eyes lingering on his muscled back as he put up his weapons. "I missed you," you admitted, setting your empty bowl to the floor, suddenly feeling shy when he turned to you.

"Did you now, my little troublemaker?" he questioned, making his way to the bed. He sat beside you and pulled you atop his lap so your back was resting against his chest.

"Yes," you replied as you let your head rest on his shoulder. He hummed in response, clicking a few times to himself.

"I missed you too ank'te," he said lowly, his hands slipping under your shirt and over your abdomen.

Your breath caught in your throat as his warm fingers traced patterns along your skin. He caressed up your ribs, pulling you closer, safe against his chest.

He loved you more than you could ever imagine, it was deep, unwavering, and he'd do anything and everything for you. To see his vulnerable little mate in such a helpless position- it scared him.

He moved his hands down, tenderly massaging your thighs as he moved them to rest at either side of his. "You are dear to me, no harm will befall you mei'aki," he whispered against your ear.

You felt warm and fuzzy, skin tingling in the wake of his touch. "Dekvah," you said quietly, nearly pleading as he trailed a hand to your inner thigh, teasing the soft flesh.

His fingers trailed further inward, hiking up the dress he made especially for you. His legs widened, effectively opening yours for him, leaving you entirely at his mercy.

Your breaths grew shorter, quicker as his fingers grazed over your panties. His left hand held your hips down as you lifted them, desperate to feel him against you.

"Patience, ank'te," he purred, tracing circles against your clit over the thin fabric. You mewled against his shoulder, mind foggy, clouded with soft, growing pleasure.

His hand slipped under the delicate cotton, middle finger slipping between your slick folds before pushing slowly into your heat with a groan, "So wet and tight, you squeeze me as though your life depends on it, sweet one."

You moaned, hips pushing down against his hand, "Please.."

His ring finger joined the other, rubbing against that spongy spot inside of you with each thrust, palm hitting your swollen bud as he sped up his pace.

Dekvah drank in your whimpers and pleas, the pretty noises music to his ears. He encouraged you with words of praise, his native language mixing in with English.

"Mei'aki, so good for me. Sa'arut vehk i'na," he rasped and clicked against your ear, mandibles scraping against your neck.

You grabbed his strong forearms as you came on his fingers with a broken moan, blinding pleasure spreading throughout your body. Your walls fluttered around his digits, pulling them deeper as you went limp against him.

He lifted his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean before pulling your dress back down and pulling you up to cradle you against his chest.

"Thank you," you whispered, kissing his bare chest. He hummed, lowering his head to yours.

"This was merely a taste of what's to come little ooman, there will be plenty more thank you's to give," it was an unspoken promise he would happily fulfill.

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therainywriter · 1 year

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A Bad Day (Suggestive)

Pairing: Art The Clown x Reader

You scanned the same paragraph in the book you held for the third time, and yet again, somewhere in the middle your mind wandered off.

Your back rest against the side of the culprit, the unusually solemn clown behind you. You weren’t used to seeing this side of Art, his smile turned to a dour frown and that glint in his eyes left emotionless.

It scared you.

His arm was stretched over the top of the couch, withdrawn from its accustomed spot around your wast and his bouncing knee was abnormally still, no, he was abnormally still.

He was so close, yet so far. Your mind searched helplessly for any possible reason as to why he'd be so suddenly cold. You couldn't help but worry it was you that had upset him.

Art glanced over at you, feeling your body tense against him. He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes for a moment. Today hadn't gone as planned, it went the exact opposite to plan and to say he was mad was an understatement, he was livid.

Brutal, callous thoughts thrummed about in his head. It was sick how much he enjoyed it, how he could already hear their screams. His fingers flexed and he let out a silent, irritated breath.

His patience was wearing thin.

You bit your bottom lip nervously for a short moment before you set your book down and wiggled back against Art.

Your heart pulsed anxiously as you grabbed his hand that rest atop the couch and held it to your chest, gripping his forearm close. He looked over, his attention now set entirely on you.

You could feel his pointed gaze and made no further move. His arm eventually flexed around you and he bent his head down to the top of your own. He inhaled, smelling your hair, breathing you in until his rage simmered to something different, yet just as intense.

His head moved forward, even with your face and he leaned sideways, pressing a kiss to your cheek with a loud smack, leaving smeared black paint behind as he sat back.

The normally sweet action made you nervous, it put you on edge. What exactly was he playing at?

He hugged you closer and rest his chin atop your head. You slightly relaxed in his hold and toyed with the hand still tucked between your legs and chest.

You ran your finger along his nails, the usual grime missing from underneath them. He wiggled his digits against your bare knee playfully.

He’s killed so many people with these hands, tortured the life out of most who you assume innocent, undeserving of such pain.

You felt uncomfortable in the midst of his playful touching, knowing just how dangerous he was. At any moment he could have his violent way with you and any effort you’d make against him would be futile.

He could sense your unease, your fear. It made him want to devour you entirely.

You gasped when he grabbed you by the hips and flipped you to your back, his long frame looming over yours.

His dark eyes watched you closely as he lowered himself down your body. After such a bad day he’s worked up quite the appetite.

#more art? i couldn’t help myself!#art the clown x reader #terrifier art the clown #art the clown x you #art the clown #terrifier 2 #terrifier #x reader #suggestive #my writing #rainywriter #slasher x reader

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therainywriter · 1 year

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A Dangerous Situation (Angst/Fluff)

Pairing: Tsuek'tu (Na'vi) x Reader

You were in awe, so entirely captivated by the beauty of the world around you.

This was your favorite time of the day. When the sky grows dark and a luminescent glow weaves through everything from the ground up. Your eyes were wide with wonder as you walked along the mossy ground, watching it light up with each step.

You could spend hours simply doing that, poking and prodding at the dirt, and still be amazed each and every time it brightens under your finger.

You adjusted your mask and lightly touched the leaf of a plant at your side, curious as to if it'd react at all. Though the flora itself did nothing, a strange animal lit up and spun off the top of it, twirling gracefully above you.

You gasped quietly and looked up in awe until the creature dimmed out of sight.

The gentle trickle of a flowing stream lured you to a shallow river. Bioluminescent plants and swimming fish illuminated the water and you couldn't help but draw closer.

You sat and dipped your feet in the cold water, watching as the small, glowing fish swam between your ankles. A smile pulled at your lips as you watched them, entranced with the curious organisms.

Little did you know, you too were being closely observed. Tsuek'tu had been following you since you'd begun these rather dangerous "nighttime adventures".

He was going to kill you, seeing you as nothing more than another demon here to destroy his home, but he didn't, by Eywa's will. Two atokirina had floated delicately at your side and the grass had pulsed with the steady beat of your heart that first time he saw you.

He couldn't bring himself to stay away after. He was so deeply troubled by you, conflicted with a growing need to be near you and protect your helpless being.

You went against everything he stood for, but he saw you.

A deep rumble made your head perk up and your stomach drop. Many times you'd followed this path and no danger had come to you, so you deemed it safe. Oh, how wrong you'd been.

You slowly scooted to your feet and looked around, a sick feeling settled in your gut. You froze when you saw a slick, black creature emerge from the dark forest.

The quills at the sides of its head shook with its growl as it slowly stalked towards you, ready to pounce at any moment. You stared into its green, predatory eyes, certain this was where you met your end.

This thanator was going to kill you and you couldn't do anything to stop it.

The creature lunged for you- you screamed and turned around, running as fast as you could, making sharp turns in hopes that maybe, just maybe you could escape it.

You could hear it behind you, how closely it followed. Just one wrong move and-

You cried out when something pulled you off your feet, hurling you to its body and moving quickly among the trees. You instinctively gripped onto what felt like shoulders, hiding your face on a warm chest.

"Please don't kill me!" you begged with teary eyes, unsure of what you were tucked so securely against.

A series of sharp, angry words were spoken at your ear, Na'vi words. "Shh, quiet." he scolded silently.

You gulped, a native had saved you. Your people have caused them nothing but pain and destruction, yet he rescued you. You couldn't begin to fathom why.

You did as he told and didn't speak, you simply clung to his body as he ran along the thick vine-like structures below you. The thanator hissed from below and backed off as if it didn't want to bother fighting the Na'vi.

He slowed his pace and eventually loosened his grip on your smaller body. He put you down, keeping his hands on your arms to steady you.

He was beautiful, breathtaking really. His eyes were molten gold and it felt as though they pierced straight through your soul.

His hair was long adorned with beads and braided back from his strong face. Many scars covered his body, some appeared more gnarly than the others and you found yourself wanting to ask what the stories behind them were.

"Are you stupid?" he asked with narrowed eyes, a frown pulling at his lips as your wondering gaze shot up.

Your mouth fell open a bit and you struggled to form a response, offended at both the question and genuine concern in the way he looked at you.

"N-no... no, I'm not stupid." you said with a slight frown, "There have never been- I thought that area was safe."

He furrowed his brows and shook his head, "Skxwang, no land is safe. There is always danger."

He didn't tell you that it was he who rid the forest of any visible threat to you. That he earned many scars ensuring your safety, allowing you to roam about his home wherever you pleased.

You felt embarrassed and your cheeks grew warm, "I'm sorry..." you apologized without thought.

He didn't respond, nor did he make a move to leave. He simply looked at you, his expression stern. "Why did you save me?" you asked curiously, tilting your head slightly as you awaited an answer.

He stood to his full height and looked away for a moment, seemingly thinking before turning back to you. "Nga yawne lo oer, muntxa." he said gently.

His words settled deep within you, they tugged at your heart and warmed you in an unfamiliar way. "I don't understand," you said, following behind him as he passed you and continued along the path.

"You are not meant to," he admitted, glancing behind his shoulder at you. His frown melted into a welcoming, amused smile. The sight warmed you, it felt almost familiar.

"Can you, at least, tell me your name... so I can thank you properly?" you questioned, struggling to keep up with his long strides.

He stopped suddenly and turned to face you, "Tsuek'tu te Reyatan Kah'akt, you may call me Tsuek'tu."

With that said, he pushed you off the thin strip of elevated land, grinning as you screamed and landed in a pile of bushes to break your fall.

You stood up with a small groan, holding back your complaints, and looked around. Your lab wasn't far from where you'd fallen and you felt relieved in knowing you wouldn't get lost trying to find home.

You looked up to where he had been only moments ago, only to find his place empty now, and smiled softly, "Thank you, Tsuek'tu."

The rest of the night you couldn't help but hope you'd see him again, Tsuek'tu, the Na'vi that saved you.

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Your Clown (Suggestive)

Pairing: Art the Clown x Reader

A hand was wrapped carefully around your throat, gently squeezing at the soft flesh. Your thoughts were foggy, eyes fluttering shut as his lips brushed against yours. A featherlight kiss.

You were in a dangerous situation, putting your life so willingly in the hands of someone as atrocious as him. But you didn’t care, not anymore. You’d had one taste, and that was all it took, you couldn’t get enough.

Your pulse thrummed at a lively pace against his bloody fingers, a rhythm of both fear and excitement.

His hand tightened at your hip, the one at your throat moving down to grab your waist and pull you down onto his thighs as he sat.

Art studied you, taking in your reactions like a breath of fresh air. You sat perched on his lap, looking at him with big, conflicted eyes.

He couldn’t help the nasty grin that spread across his face. You were so troubled by your own actions, yet you couldn’t find it within yourself to stop.

You took in a shuddery breath as he dug his nails into your hips, dragging them forward, pulling you closer.

You hands laid flat against the soft material of his costume. You didn’t miss the dried splatters of blood painted across it, the deep red tore your gaze from Art and you couldn’t help but draw in quicker breaths.

It was subtle, your little jolt of panic, but he drew you in again just as quickly as it came. His gloved hand trailed up your shirt, soothing over the soft flesh beneath his fingers.

You looked back to his dark eyes, lips slightly parting. He stared at you with an emotion you couldn’t quite name, nonetheless it sent a sick shiver through your body.

He rubbed at the crease of your spine, pulling his hand back with just enough pressure to feel your ribs, knowing just how easy it’d be for him to rip into you and feel those bones deeper, more personally.

You knew it too, you could practically see the violent thoughts stirring in his pupils. You whimpered when he yanked you forward again, your head fell to his shoulder and body pressed tightly against his.

You held your breath at the sudden proximity, liking it far more than you know you should. Your abdomen fluttered when his hand trailed down your body, eventually resting at your thigh.

You lifted your head, his face to the side of your own, so close you could feel the warmth of his breath.

Your heart halted its rapid beating when he tilted his neck to the side, softly pressing his lips against yours.

You couldn’t help the soft whine that escaped you as he licked along your bottom lip, sucking at the skin before sloppily kissing you again.

He soon grew rough with his kisses, hands gripping painfully tight onto your body. You wrapped your arms around his neck, lost in the heat of the moment, mouth eagerly seeking out his as he pulled back.

You craned your head up as he sat up straighter, slowly opening your eyes. He took in your flustered appearance, how he'd managed to work you up so easily.

You wanted more, you needed more- more of him. You gripped onto the loose fabric of his monochrome clown suit, "Please..." you begged.

His gaze darkened further and he leaned down, pressing his wet tongue flat against your pulse. He felt the blood rushing under your skin, the fervent beating of your heart.

He bit down against your neck, sucking, licking, tasting. Art had plans for you, oh so many plans. This was only the beginning.

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therainywriter · 1 year

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Heat of the Jungle (Fluff)

Pairing: Rh’auk (Yautja) x Reader

You were groggy, hot, and entirely miserable.

The Yautja ahead of you walked with ease through the thick grass and leaves, seemingly paying no mind to you who struggled to keep up.

You’d been walking for hours, the sun now beginning to fall. Your legs ached and sweat stuck to your skin like glue.

Contrary to what you thought, Rh’auk had been keeping a consistent eye on you. He felt a pang of guilt as you sighed behind him, the sound having been so pitiful and fatigued.

He decided then to set up a small camp. He pulled you into a short embrace when you’d caught up with him before laying some leaves on the ground, motioning for you to sit on them.

You gladly complied and occupied yourself with watching him, beyond grateful that you were done traveling for the night.

He built a fire and cooked an animal he’d skinned and attached to his belt many hours ago. You weren’t sure what it was exactly, but you ate it nonetheless.

He set his weapons against a tree and motioned for you to come with him. You got up, entirely exhausted, and followed closely behind.

He led you to a lake near your makeshift camp. He started peeling off his armor and you did the same with your clothes.

You held onto his arm as you ventured deeper into the water, the cold chill refreshing against your skin.

You stood on your tippy toes, the water coming just below your chin where he’d stopped. You edged closer to him, unfamiliar with the area and knowing nothing of what could lurk in the water.

Although you knew he’d never put you in any immediate danger.

He broke the stem of a plant he’d taken with him and lathered its soap-like sap against his hands. Rh’auk proceeded to wash you head to toe, rubbing gently at your sore muscles.

You leaned against his body, growing sleepy in the cool water as he rinsed the bubbles from your hair.

He purred and washed himself before pulling you into to his arms. He carried you out of the water and let you air dry as he washed your clothes.

The sky was dusky now and your eyes were heavy. You’d made it back to camp, now clothed in softer fabric.

You reached out for Rh’auk as he finally made his way to you. He was pleased for now, the area having been scouted out and fire burning strongly.

He made another quick survey of the surroundings before he sat against the tree supporting his weapons.

He pulled you close, folding his hands with your small ones that extended to him. You smiled softly and kissed his chest as you cuddled up to the large male.

“I can’t wait till we go home,” you mumbled with a sigh.

He rumbled with silent laughter, amused at your remark. “We have many miles to go. We shall see Kav’ka and then go back home,” his deep voice spoke.

You opened your mouth to protest but before you could say anything he pressed a clawed finger to your lips.

“You must rest well,” he said gently with a few clicks.

With a huff you mumbled a tired complaint and laid back down on him. With his warm arms and soft purrs, it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep.

He rest his hands gently against the side of your ribs, feeling them expand as you took slow breaths. You were so fragile beneath him, so soft.

He pressed a fanged kiss to your head and closed his eyes as his mandibles clicked together quietly.

He would sit there with you tucked to his chest, content with you safe against him as he listened for danger amongst the jungle.

#yautja x you #yautja x reader #yautja fluff #predator x you #predator x reader #predator fluff #predator x human #predator #x reader #fluff #my writing #rainywriter #the predator #thank you so much for reading!

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therainywriter · 2 years

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Rh’auk (Fluff)

Pairing: Rh’auk (Yautja) x Reader

Yautja women were larger than their male counterparts, stronger too. One would be a fool not to fear them.

You weren’t that fool, but a growing sense of resentment prodded at your chest as a certain female joined in your conversation.

You knew she had no desire to talk to Dekvah, a highly respected Yautja who was standing tall to your right. No, the entirety of her attention was directed toward Rh’auk, your mate.

It wasn’t uncommon for females to seek out his attention, much to your frustration.

He was bigger than most males and rank sat right below the clan leader, an honorable recognition among predators.

He could sense your irritation. You always seemed to tense up when a woman of his species demanded his regard, which he never gave them.

His stance widened and mandibles flared slightly, he was steadily growing agitated. It deeply bothered him when you were upset, his small ooman. He only desired to please you and keep you pleased.

You watched while her eyes took him in. She stood a bit taller, looming over both males with a nearly inaudible chatter.

You recognized this behavior. From what you remember it was a subtle mating challenge, though Rh’auk and Dekvah seemed to ignore it.

By now your body was molded to his side, arms wrapped around the lower portion of his big one. You rubbed your thumb along his skin, feeling at the familiar texture as you cast you eyes down.

You so desperately wanted her leave. A bitter feeling stung your chest as you thought of her clawed hands on him.

You gasped and jumped when a loud snap erupted above you. The noise followed by a low, menacing growl. A warning.

The female quickly cowered back and slouched her frame, an attempt at looking small.

Your eyes widened and you glanced at Dekvah who had taken a step back as well, though he still stood straight.

Rh’auk’s mandibles flared again unhappily. He chittered quickly, sharply.

It didn’t take long for the female to leave, her golden eyes meeting yours for an uncomfortably long second before she withdrew.

Why’d he do that?

You looked up at him in both shock and question. He said something to Dekvah before leaning down and pressing his forehead against yours.

“Rh’auk, wh-?” you’d begun, only to be stopped by a deep rumble resonating from him.

He pulled you into his arms and nudged his head against your hair, inhaling as his tusks bit gently against your neck.

You gulped, body heating and mind suddenly aware of the other Yautja around you. Although they all, for the most part, paid no mind to your mate being so openly affectionate.

“Arhi’sa threatens you, little mate,” he said in deep, heavily accented English, random clicks working their way into the words.

You couldn’t help but feel both satisfied and a little guilty. “Well you didn’t have to bite at her,” you mumbled, resting your hands on his shoulders.

He chuckled against you and purred, relaxed after his outburst. He couldn’t just stand there and let his ooman be so aggravated, now could he?

He lifted his head and looked to your eyes, a clawed hand holding your chin carefully to look at him.

“I did what I must,” he said with a gentle and playful nip to your nose.

#predator #predator x human #predator x reader #predator x you #x reader #the predator #yautja #yautja x you #yautja x reader #rainywriter #my writing #i hope you enjoy #fluff #predator fluff #yautja fluff

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therainywriter · 2 years

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Kiss Me (Fluff)

Pairing: Fezco x Reader

You sat comfortably on Fez’s lap. Your head rested on his chest, face pressed cozily against him.

The potent odor of weed clung to the air around you as he exhaled, setting his blunt down and resuming counting pills.

You sighed and shifted, your chin now resting at his shoulder and arms around his torso. His right hand rubbed at your back for a moment before he poured out another bag of molly.

You pressed a soft kiss against his neck and fiddled with the back of his shirt. You opened your eyes when a faint rumble of thunder broke the silence. The soothing sound of pattering droplets falling soon after.

“I didn’t think it’d rain today,” you said quietly, mostly to yourself.

“Nah, wasn’t supposed to,” he said in response, his tone raspy and gentle. Your stomach twinged at the sound and you closed your eyes again.

He placed his left hand on your thigh this time, using the other to separate pills. Each caress of his thumb ran under the shirt you wore. The shirt being his, of course.

You kissed his neck again and nuzzled the exposed skin, breathing in the smell of his cologne and body wash. The scent addicting and so incredibly comforting.

“I love you, Fez,” you said to him softly, unable to get enough of him.

“Love you too, beautiful,” he replied. A small smile curved at your lips as you hummed in response.

He absentmindedly took another hit from his blunt, closing his eyes for a second as he let the smoke fill his lungs.

You sat up and placed your hands against his chest watching his hand fall and a gust of swirling gray leave his mouth.

It was almost mesmerizing the way it left his lips, his soft plump lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in, your nose brushing against his.

He put his blunt down and set his hands on your hips with a squeeze, “Need somethin’ ma?” You nodded and looked into his pretty blue eyes, lightly grabbing at the collar of his shirt.

“Kiss me,” you said, your voice nearly a whisper.

He was more than happy to abide, his lips finding yours tenderly with a slow kiss. He swiped his tongue against your bottom lip and playfully nipped at it.

“Let me bag up these pills an’ you can have all the kisses you want, baby.” he said, pecking your lips once more.

You silently agreed and rest your head on him as you had before, patiently waiting to have his attention all to yourself.

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therainywriter · 2 years

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Lost (Fluff/Angst)

Pairing: Pyramid Head x Reader

You lost him. You aren’t sure how exactly, given his unmistakable stature and the reverberating sound of scraping metal that follows him.

The predicament you found yourself in was one of unfamiliarity. You walked in slight panic across the decayed walls, looking around for the behemoth that protected you.

But he was nowhere to be found.

You heart dropped when the dreaded siren pierced the air, your stomach coiling in terror. You shrieked and jumped back from the wall when it started peeling, the building you were in growing dark.

The atmosphere shifted and air grew thick. You weren’t safe before, but now, now you were in trouble.

Nowhere was safe, and you knew that. You drew in an unsteady breath and ventured forward. Surely he couldn’t be too far, right?

You walked slowly, looking around with caution. Your body halted when you felt something poke at your leg.

You looked down, relieved to find it was only a piece of metal that stuck out from the fence beside you.

You backed away and turned down a hall, limp arms hanging out the sides of what looked to be cells. You hesitated but moved forward nonetheless, your steps quick, eager to leave the inclosed space.

You shrieked when a hand grabbed your ankle, trying to pull you closer to the bars. Another grabbed your wrist, pulling you the opposite way.

You cried out in horror, trying to shake your way out of their grasp but to no avail. You screamed for Pyramid Head in a desperate plea, trapped by the hands coming at you from all sides.

A familiar sound soon echoed at the entrance of the hall and the hands on your body tightened and grew frantic in their tugging, as if they knew the punishment that awaited them.

Still you fought to get away, only stopping when Pyramids large frame entered your view. You knew he wasn’t there to hurt you, but the sight was still terrifying.

You cowered back when he lifted his weapon, slinging it down over the arms to your right and hoisting it up to do the same on your left side. The floor vibrated at the force and nearly knocked you off your feet.

You stared at the severed limbs beside you with wide eyes and then up at the executioner, “I’m sorry- I didn’t think I’d wandered so far…” you said in a whisper.

He groaned deeply, the sound mimicking one of displeasure and turned around. You were quick to follow, hurrying to his side as fast at you could.

You hugged his hand close to your torso as you walked, trying to hide yourself against him.

Pyramid Head felt the tension in his shoulders relax a little as he felt you warm beside him. He moved his arm slightly toward the front of his body, you following with the motion.

His mind rested a little more with you in his line of sight, his wide form providing a shield for yours from the back.

You stuck impossibly close to him the whole walk to the worn-down place you call home, having no desire to leave his side.

#pyramid head x you #red pyramid thing x reader #pyramid head x reader #red pyramid thing #pyramid head #silent hill #fluff #x reader #my writing #rainywriter #monster x reader #angst #soft pyramid head

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therainywriter · 2 years

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Sit With Me (Fluff)

Pairing: Brahms Heelshire x Reader

The faint sound of a piano playing caught your attention. You placed your book down and walked quietly to the soft melody.

You stood in the doorway, leaning against it with a soft smile as you saw Brahms playing. His fingers roaming over the keys like the smooth flow of a gentle breeze.

You closed your eyes and listened, it was an euphony you couldn’t help but get lost in. The sound was soft, soothing and ended far to quickly as Brahms pulled his hands away.

He turned back to look at you, his mask nowhere to be seen, your heart fluttered at the sight. You sheepishly smiled at him, “Sorry Brahmsy… could you teach me?”

He nodded, “Come sit with me.” His voice was low and smooth, a sound you always loved to hear.

You sat by him on the bench, making a surprised yelp when he pulled you to his lap. He placed his chin at the side of your shoulder, pressing a kiss against it as he placed his hands atop yours.

You leaned back against him, watching as his hands led yours against the piano keys. Soon enough the soft tune was once more filling the room.

He closed his eyes, kissing your shoulder again as he savored the moment. The feeling of your soft body against his and your hands so small under his own.

It was just you and him, and neither of you would rather be anywhere else.

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therainywriter · 2 years

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Naptime (Fluff)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

You sat on Draco’s lap, your head resting on his shoulder and arms wrapped around his neck. You absentmindedly played with the collar of his shirt.

You were nice and cozy, pressed against him with the smell of fresh apples and expensive cologne surrounding you. You breathed in the familiar scent, smiling sleepily to yourself.

Moments like these were ones you wished never ended.

His hand rest loosely on your thigh and the other on your back, holding you close, the cool sting of his rings having warmed by now.

You were certain he'd fallen asleep. His head was lolled to the side, resting on yours and soft snores rumbled in his chest.

He'd surely kill you if you told anyone of this, it was such a rare sight to behold for anyone other than you.

He was so tired, always in need of rest. You sighed, pleased that he was getting some well deserved sleep.

He’d often leave during the night and tend to things you knew nothing of. Though you were curious, you didn’t ask about it.

You nuzzled against him and still couldn’t help but wonder what had your beloved Draco in such a troubling predicament.

Your thoughts soon drifted away into nothing and you were left in his arms, napping peacefully.

#draco fic #draco imagine #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy #draco lucius malfoy #draco x reader #draco x you #x reader #fluff #rainywriter #my writing #draco x y/n #harry potter #hogwarts

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therainywriter · 2 years

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Tiresome Trials (Fluff/Angsty)

Pairing: Kazan Yamaoka x Reader

The trial had just begun and you jumped a little as you heard the powerful roar of the Oni. Kazan, your Kazan.

You felt relieved at knowing you were up against him, he wouldn’t hurt you. You were still tense nonetheless.

You started on a generator, working the wires as you’d have so many times before. You were tired, exhausted after so many unwilling rounds of this torture.

A part of you wanted to stop what you were doing and run into the arms of the man you loved. Yet you couldn’t, it wouldn’t be fair to your fellow survivors.

The sound of Kazans kanabō hitting someone with a sickening crunch made you flinch and misconnect wires.

You jumped back as the generator exploded and sparks flew everywhere. You scurried away to the nearest rock and closed your eyes.

You counted to ten, breathing in and out with each number. You hated this place, you hated everything about it.

Once you were calmed down you slowly made your way to a hooked Meg. She groaned and cried out when you pulled her off, gently hushing the girl and telling her to come with you.

You made your way to a well hidden area and bandaged her up, letting the entity work its magic and heal her.

As soon as you finished she sprinted off without warning. What was she doing? You yelped when a large arm pulled you up and to a hard chest.

“Kazan, you scared me!” You frowned, much to his amusement.

He grumbled something in Japanese and started walking to a nearby generator. You laid your head against his shoulder plate and sighed.

Your hands wrapped around his warm neck, feeling at the soft hair at the back. His chest rumbled, pleased. He felt his rage boil down the longer he was with you, the chaos in his mind calming.

You pouted when he put you down and nudged you towards the metal contraption. He smiled to himself at your frown and pulled his mask up just long enough to kiss you quickly, gently.

Before you could open your eyes he was already making his way into the foggy forest. You felt a tug at your heart, a longing for him, to be in his arms. Safe and loved.

Yet you still had a job to do, as did he, so you pushed on and grabbed a pair of wires wincing yet again at the sound of Megs scream.

#kazan yamaoka #kazan yamaoka x reader #the oni #the oni x reader #dbd #dbd x reader #dead by daylight #x reader #fluff #my writing #rainywriter #dead by daylight x reader #dbd the oni

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therainywriter · 2 years

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Little Moments (Fluff)

Pairing: Vincent Sinclair x Reader

Instrumental music played softly in the background as you watched Vincent work on one of his personal sculptures. He was making a dove, the wax bird being a gift to you.

You were his beautiful dove after all.

You closed your eyes and tapped your feet to the tune of the song, it was soothing. The soft strums of the piano and hums of a violin created a pleasing melody.

Vincent glanced over at you, smiling under his mask when he saw you swaying, completely lost in another world.

He set his tools down and wiped his hands off, he was in no rush to finish his small artwork. Sculpting took patience and time, two things he had an awful lot of.

Though he'd much prefer to spend his time with you.

He turned his attention back to you and hesitantly cleared his throat. The sound made him cringe, given it was croaky and quiet from the lack of using his voice.

You opened your eyes and found Vinny standing in front of you, his hand extended outwards. You stood up and smiled, placing your hand in his.

Did he want to dance?

Your thought was proven right when he pulled you to his chest and wrapped his arms around you in a hug, gently swaying with you sandwiched to him.

You smiled against his sweater and tucked your hands at the top of Vincent’s abdomen, feeling at the soft fabric.

He wasn’t sure how to dance. He wasn’t even sure if this was dancing, but you seemed comfortable with what he was doing now so he didn’t stop.

He rest his chin on the top of your head and closed his eyes. He focused on every little detail of the moment.

The smell of your hair, your soft sighs of content, the feeling of your body pressed so cozily against him. He wanted to remember it all.

You smiled against him and pressed a quick kiss to his chest, little moments like these only made you fall more in love with Vincent as they did him with you.

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