🌊 NSFW WARNING - UNDER 18+ DNI 🌊
Meghill (Infinity Nikki) x Gen!Reader
I've loved Infinity Nikki for a long time now, and as much as I wanted to avoid writing for someone as niche as Meghill, 2.6 dropped and I couldn't hold back. Here's an exploration of a few ideas I had since meeting him that I hope yall will enjoy! As always, gender neutral reader with applicable tags below. 💙
Notes: gen!reader, stylist!reader, masturbation, pining, pent up and stressed out Meghill
You and Meghill had been getting to know each other over these past few months as you spent your time researching Parksolians and Soulrift in hopes of finding a cure outside of the Boneyard. You traveled here initially as most stylists do: looking for inspiration and new experiences to further your styling prowess across Miraland. As you explored though, you noticed the same agony time and time again. It began to consume your mind, and rather than inspire you as a stylist, your findings began to inspire you to work to help find a cure for the victims.
Those feelings drove you to Meghill. When you met him, he was respectful but seemingly in no mood to chat; he always had more important things to do, even if he was worked to the point of exhaustion. Even though his nature seemed to push many people away, you were determined to help him. You came back for days on end, begging to help him and doing anything he asked no matter how small. Eventually, you were basically studying under him. You spent your spare time reading and recording notes and writing letters to your friends in other parts of Miraland for their insight. The work seemed tireless, but you made progress- and eventually, that progress extended to your relationship with Meghill too.
You saw quickly the type of person he was: quiet, reserved, respectful, but most importantly, exhausted. The weight of his title as clan leader left him with more than enough to do when he wasn't also trying to help the victims of Soulrift and further their research into the affliction. He never seemed to sit still or relax, and to some extent, you couldn't blame him. He was experiencing tragedy and guiding his people through it, and you couldn't imagine the weight of that responsibility... but you also knew if he kept going like this, he would only be hurt too.
As days stretched into weeks, you encouraged Meghill to let go more. He didn't need to be available every second of the day, and he deserved the time to breathe and let it all out. You could tell even relatively soon after meeting him that he was lonely and starved for something more than the role of leader he held for his people- he wanted something real. You quickly became that realness to him. You accompanied him in his office or with his research often, which meant you were always close in proximity to him. A tension grew to fill the air of whatever space you both occupied, and Meghill's body language changed the closer you were to him. He was a noble man and very able to control his impulses, but with you, his ears would twitch as you spoke and at times he would catch his tail reaching out to you when you were close. He couldn't stand it; he couldn't stand being around you like this.
Many nights Meghill spent trying to find relief with just his hand and his thoughts. It was a familiar feeling by now; he would never abuse his status as clan leader and partner with another Parksolian just for something so carnal. His desires were his own, and he treated jerking off like a chore for most of his adult life- a thing to be done quickly and efficiently just for his sanity. As you wormed your way into his life, however, the act began to change for him- he began to wonder how you'd touch him if you ever had the chance. Would you get to the point or tease with him a little beforehand? Surely there is no harm in imagining all of this with you because you aren't apart of his clan or a Parksolian at all.
In his mind, you'd tease him. For the first time in his life, Meghill really began to explore his body as he imagined you would. One hand was wrapped around his ribbed cock, slowly moving up and down while his other hand explored his chest. His breath was light and airy as he moved his hand across his pecs, hitching only when he caught one of his nipples on accident. He saw you almost as clear as day in his mind smiling down at him and stopping to pinch at it; as he mirrored your actions, he moaned under his breath. That felt good.
He continued his descent, tracing his fingers lightly over the ridges across his abdomen and noting how sensitive they are when he's aroused. Before he made it all the way down, he noticed his tail absentmindedly thumping against the bed- he could control it, but when he wasn't thinking, he found it had a mind of its own. Now, in the dim light of his living quarters, he could only think of how you would react to it. Would you like the way his tail behaved on its own, or would you want him to control it? He could always wrap it around your hand while you stroked him or maybe he could use it to catch you off guard in the moment... what would you want?
You'd want to touch it first to see how he reacts, he thinks. In a moment of clarity, he realizes he has never actually tried touching his tail like this- it's just another appendage to him. Meghill reaches the hand not stroking his cock out to grasp at the end of his tail. At first, he feels next to nothing, but he decides to keep going further up. As his tail gets thicker towards the base of his back, he notices it gets more sensitive. Almost as if in a daze, he completely focuses on the sensation and takes his tail in his hand, stroking it further up until he can no longer comfortably reach. He is laying on his back and unable to reach most of the base, but what he can reach feels divine. It heightens his senses and before he can think to stop it, he quickens the hand on his cock to match the electric feeling flowing up his spine. Maybe if he got on his knees he'd be able to reach more, and-
Enough. He snaps from his lustful haze and looks down at his member weeping precum at all of the new and exciting sensations. The idea of bending over to expose the base of his tail was both mortifying and arousing, but that is something he will have to explore at another time- if he dared to. For now, he just wanted to shut his mind off, get you out of his head, and just cum. He knew how to do that; he'd done it that way many, many times before. As he began stroking himself again, quicker this time just to chase that high, his mind seemed to have other plans.
You were there in his head again, smiling. He tries to shake away the thought and is greeted only by another of you admiring the stars with him. It's so sweet and innocent that he groans as he pumps his fist up and down at the thought. He chases it away with shame only for it to be replaced yet again by a more sinful memory- your first visit to the blue pools. You became unsteady and he tried to catch you, but before either of you could stop it, you had fallen into the water and gotten drenched. You laughed at your blunder as you rose, but Meghill could barely hear it over his pounding heart as he watched your clothes conform to your body. He was taken aback by suddenly seeing everything, especially the parts of you that had been covered by lighter colored, lightweight fabrics. He felt like all he wanted to do was run at the time, but now, he wished he had reached out more than anything.
The memories flooded in as Meghill approached his high, his desperation to cum overriding any desire to continue to chase away his thoughts of you. You came to him like an angel in his mind, cheering him on and guiding him to his peak quicker than ever before. He had never been this loud or felt this good before, and now, he was caught between chasing this feeling forever or letting himself go over the edge. As his mind swirled, his whole body began to twitch as he swiped over the head of his cock one last time. He spilled into his hand with a guttural cry as for the first time in a long time, he truly felt sated.
It took a while for his mind to catch back up to him. When he was lucid again, he took note of just how hard he came and how relaxed it had made him feel. It was like a miracle- the usual tossing and turning to fall asleep was replaced with a feeling of contentment as he cleaned up and eventually drifted peacefully to sleep. His final thoughts were of you: your smile, your caring tone, and how you had spent so long encouraging him to just relax and do something for himself.
If only you knew that he had and it was all thanks to you.
