#and had a full on mental breakdown over everything that happened in so little time

[carlyraejepsans]

toriel... what are your toriel takes today

i have a headcanon that toriel has a hand-washing compulsion where she does it wayy more thoroughly than needed, instinctively trying to scrub under her claws even when they're perfectly clean because she can still feel the phantom of dirt under them from the time she dug chara's grave.

#one. two. three. four hundred years. it doesn't matter when you buried your child alone #i think she was your obvious standard ''my son just died'' distraught at first just out of shock. but from the moment asgore declared war? #she swallowed her grief and acted as cold and rationally as she could. organizing her leave. taking the body without being noticed. #finding the ruins. sealing them. and yes burying the body. i think she held it together perfectly during that sequence of events #but when she went to wash her hands after it was done and she couldn't get the dirt out. and she could FEEL it digging into her fingertips #but unable to get the sensation out no matter how furiously she scrubbed & dug under them THAT'S when she truly lost it for the first time #and had a full on mental breakdown over everything that happened in so little time #and that experience kinda sealed itself in her brain. both mentally and sensorially. ergo: compulsion #this goat is so fucking traumatized #answered asks #undertale #toriel

[lipglossanon]

Urban Legend

shape shifter/wendigo!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader - NSFW

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, monsterfucking, dirty talk, mentions of cannibalism, threats, CNC, rape fantasy, rape talk, oral (f receiving), impromptu thigh job lol, biting, blood kink, multiple creampies, fingering, overstimulation, belly bulge, cum inflation, breeding kink, double penetration in one hole

not proofread ✌️ it’s all made up and the points don’t matter 😜

I literally had to stop myself from writing so sorry if the ending is sudden/lame 😝

“There’s no way that it’s real,” you scoff into your phone.

“Then why was it in the newspaper, huh?” Your friend’s voice sounds tinny on the other end, letting you know you’ll be out of range soon. 

“To sell them, duh,” you laugh, “hey listen, I’m about to lose service so I’ll talk to you on Monday.”

“Call me if anything happens!” her concern makes you smile to yourself. 

“Will do, bye!”

You lock your phone and slide it back into your pocket. A quick glimpse of a chimney in the treeline lets you know you’re almost to the cabin. It’s just a small little one bed, one bath place deep in the middle of the woods. Your parents moved and left the place to you, so you’re not able to come out as much as you like so it’s a little more rundown than in previous years. 

You have to park at the bottom and make the mile long hike up the mountain in order to reach it. There’s an ATV parked in the shed for any emergencies, but you’ve made the trek all these years without any issues so fingers crossed this will just be another year in the bucket. 

Stepping up onto the small porch, you pull out the spare key and unlock the door. A branch snaps off in the woods and you shoot a look over your shoulder. Your friend’s nervousness seems to be rubbing off on you. Rolling your eyes, you turn back to open the door. 

“There’s no such thing as werewolves anyways,” you mutter under your breath. 

She gave you a quick breakdown of the last several month’s events while you talked to her on your walk. She told you there’s been missing livestock for weeks until suddenly a few local parishioners went missing after service and were found brutally mutilated days later. Attacks have been gradually ramping up, peaking around the full moon especially (which just happens to be the weekend you decided for a mini vacation at the cabin, go figure). 

The locals believe in some old wives tales about a werewolf returning every hundred years. You think it’s kinda cute they hold onto such old superstitions, but it’s more than likely some bobcat or mountain lion that’s come down due to deforestation in the area. 

You let these thoughts wash over you as you bustle around the cabin; you get everything in place and mentally thank your dad for putting up solar panels years ago. Those paired with the propane tank and generator outside means you won’t be without hot running water or lights. 

Once you’re all settled in, you decide to make something quick and simple for dinner before relaxing in front of the fireplace. Stretching out on the beat up couch, you scrunch your toes in the thick fuzzy socks you love to wear this time of year and flip open the book you brought with you. You’ve just found the most comfortable position for reading, becoming more engrossed page by page when a loud thudding knock rings out from your door. You jump at the sound and scowl over at the door. 

Another knock happens and you close your book, making sure your bookmark is securely tucked in the pages, and raise up. Quietly walking to the door, you peek out of the peephole and see an injured man slumped against the porch railing. Your heartbeat quickens and you watch as he raises a tired hand to knock on the door again. Glancing around the area yields nothing but trees and the dusky twilight. 

You tiptoe away and grab the rifle out of the gun safe next to the fireplace. As you walk back over, the man knocks once more. 

“How can I help you?” You call out from your side of the door, gazing back through the peephole. 

The man tilts his face up, fringe falling away for you to make out a strong jawline. 

“I-I was attacked and n-need help,” he winces, arm hugging his middle where you can see blood seeping through his shirt, “some kinda w-wild animal. I just need a phone or a first aid kit. Please, miss.” 

You pause, eyes glancing down to the gun in your hands. On the off chance he’s faking, well he won’t be for long.

“What’s your name?” You call out, pulling your phone from your pocket. 

“Leon. Leon Kennedy,” he grunts, clenching his waist.

You type it out in your notes as well as a text message just to be on the safe side and lock your phone again. Unbolting the heavy door, you pull it open, gun at your side. 

He glances down at the weapon and back up to you, a small grin pulling at the corners of his mouth before pain pinches his expression. 

“Promise I don’t bite.”

You gesture forward and he takes a staggering step before pausing. 

“Are you coming in or what?”

He grimaces and takes another halting step, “Yeah, just hurts to move.”

You shift on your feet, debating with yourself before setting the gun down and stepping forward. 

“I’ll help you,” you murmur, taking his other arm and placing it over your shoulders. 

You angle him in the doorway first and help him hobble over to a chair near the fire. 

“Thank you,” he breathes out a sigh of relief before groaning, “cut me pretty deep.”

You walk over to pick up the gun and move it back to the safe. Making your way to the bathroom, you pull the first aid pack from under the sink and walk over to your impromptu guest. 

“Can you take your shirt off?”

“Shouldn’t you buy me dinner first,” he jokes, but stiffly slips his shirt over his head. 

You smile sardonically and snap open the bag, “I usually don’t harbor strange men on my days off, so I guess I don’t quite know the protocol.”

He laughs but it ends in another pained groan, hand pressing against the clawed marks across his ribs. 

“Shit, that might need stitches,” you frown, pulling out the disinfectant. 

Once you clean off the area, you notice it’s not as deep as you thought.

“Luckily we didn’t need to use the quick clot,” you smear antibacterial ointment over the wounds and pull out the gauze. 

He hums but doesn’t say anything; his blue eyes haven’t moved from your face the entire time you’ve been ‘doctoring’ him. 

“Thank you for this, I really thought I was gonna be wandering the woods for hours,” he finally speaks as you tape a bandage across his ribs and wrap it with the gauze (to be on the safe side you murmur to him). 

“Well, tomorrow, we can ride the ATV down and call a friend or the local ranger since you were attacked by an animal,” you zip up the first aid kit and grab all the rubbish to toss in the trash. 

He nods, “Okay.”

“You’ll be sleeping on the couch,” you point to the old upholstered couch in question, “it’s not big but it’s better than the floor.”

His eyes flick from the couch back to you, “I appreciate it. Better than being outside, ya know.”

He quirks a smile at his own words and you give a tight one in response. 

Sitting down in the chair across from him, you give him a quick once over, “Are you okay though? Like I’m not doctor, but I can help you down the mountain to my car if you really need one.”

He shakes his head, a softer smile pulling at his lips, “No, I’m good. Thanks though.”

“What happened?”

“I have a place out here and decided to go for a walk and an asshole jumped out of the bushes and nicked my ribs, knocked me down. I got a little disoriented and wound up over here. I could hear it following me up until I reached your porch.”

You rub your arms and gaze over to the front door, “Did you see what it was?”

“Some kinda wolf I think,” his brows furrow as he thinks back, “big for a wolf though.”

His expression clears as he looks back at you, “You live here?”

Shaking your head, you drop his gaze to look into the fireplace, “No, just a weekend getaway. Shitty job and even shittier neighbors getting on my nerves, so here I am.”

He laughs, “You don’t love your job?”

“No, not really,” a small smile crosses your face turning back to him, “does anyone?”

Leon shrugs before hissing from jostling the wound, “Mine’s not so bad. I work security.”

“Ahh, any place I know?” 

He shakes his head, “It’s local.”

You hum in reply and glance at your watch. 

“Well, I’m going to head to bed,” you stand and make your way back to the gun safe, pulling out the rifle again, “not to be rude, but I don’t know you from Adam so if you need to get my attention, I highly stress knocking and waiting for me to reply.”

His gaze doesn’t move from your face, “Read you loud and clear, miss.”

“Bathrooms through there, kitchen is there,” you point at each in turn, but with the open floor plan it would be hard for Leon to miss any of this, “I’ll probably wake up pretty early and make coffee. Then we’ll head down, okay?”

He nods along with you, “Okay, I’ll see you in the morning then.”

You walk over to the bedroom and right before the door snaps shut, Leon calls out to you. 

“Goodnight!”

“Goodnight,” you parrot, giving one last look to the stranger now sitting on your couch. 

His eyes seem to reflect the firelight making you shiver. In a blink, everything seems normal making you think you only imagined it. Closing the door all the way, you slide the lock in place and crawl into bed, leaning the rifle next to your nightstand. 

He says he lives nearby but you’ve been coming to this cabin for most of your life and have never heard of any neighbors. It’s one of the reasons why your parents bought this place, the seclusion of not having anyone around for miles. He’s just really suspicious to you, even if he is cute. 

You eventually drift off, eyes trained on the door until they’re slipping shut. A loud jarring sound from the living room wakes you with a jerk. Raising up your hand hovers over your gun. A loud muffled curse makes you deflate a little. Leaving your warm bed, you unlock and open your bedroom door a crack to see Leon kneeling over the chair he must’ve ran into. 

“You okay?” You call out making him jump, head jerking around to the sound of your voice. 

“Yeah,” he clears his throat, “I sorta tripped. Sorry to wake you up.”

You shrug and step out, making your way over to the kitchen, “Shit happens.”

Leon watches you as you grab a bottle of water from the fridge. 

“You seem really interesting,” he tosses out as you drink your water, “it’s kinda refreshing.”

“No offense Leon, but this is super weird for me,” you blatantly state, squinting at him, “in all my time being up here, I’ve never run into anyone else.”

“I was attacked,” he gestures to his ribs, “and I walked around for a while before finding you. It’s not like I was hiding out for you.”

He laughs suggesting it’s a joke, but there’s a ring of truth to his words that makes your hair stand on end. You eye the block of knives to your left. 

Once he realizes you’re not laughing, he tapers off, a queer little smile tugging at his lips. 

“I think I’ve spooked you,” he sighs, placing his chin in his palm as it rests against the chair, “didn’t mean to, miss.”

Using the excuse of sitting your bottle down on the counter, you side step closer to the knives. 

A grin stretches wide across his face, “Those won’t do you any good.”

Your fingernails dig into the soft meat of your palms as you level a flat look at the man in front of you. 

“And why not, Leon?”

He tilts his head, fringe shifting until only one blue eye can be seen, “Because they’re not sharp enough, silly.”

By the time your fingers wrap around the handle of a butcher’s knife, four sharp claws are wrapped around your neck, thumb digging into your jaw to tilt your head up. Your brain stutters, trying to comprehend what you’re even looking at now. 

He’s monstrous, blocking out the light completely, his body towering above your frame by a couple of feet, not including the curled ram horns protruding from his head. From what little you can see, you’re grateful for the dark. He chuckles a low warbling sound that has your heart rate kicking into overdrive. 

“You’re very interesting,” you feel a cold press of something hard and smooth against your ear, “think I’ll keep you for myself.”

He drags you closer to the fire and you catch a flash of an animal skull in place of a face before he turns away and in a blink he looks human as he did earlier tonight. 

He smiles at you, “Gotta remember not to scare you too much.”

With all the insanity that has taken place in the last few minutes, you find yourself blurting out the first thing that comes to mind.

“You weren’t even hurt, you asshole. Made me waste my first aid gauze.”

Surprise crosses Leon’s features before he’s smiling again, too wide to be human. You can see his pupils are slitted now, like a cat’s.  

“Yes, very interesting,” he chuckles, facing off against you and blocking any access to the bedroom (and your gun), “and you’re right.”

Under his breath you catch the words, “fucking Chris.”

You purse your lips, “If I go missing, they’re going to come looking for me. They’ll know your name.”

He sits you down on the couch taking a seat next to you. Leon’s excited by your words, eagerly leaning into your space. 

“You’re just full of surprises,” his teeth are longer now, needle sharp as he speaks, “and so clever. I like you already. I don’t plan on killing you.”

You snort, “Sure, and all of those locals just fell down and hurt themselves to death?”

He laughs, a sharp bright sound that makes your chest flutter.

“Oh, well they had it coming to them. Needed to eat,” his eyes reflect in the low light, “you’re such fun.”

He leans forward and breathes in causing goosebumps to race down your arms, “You make me want things. Things I haven’t thought of in a long, long time.”

Confusion pinches your brows together, “How old are you? Wait, is Leon even your real name?”

“You ask such silly questions,” he pouts, “and yes, it is. Why? Think I should have something like Cthulhu?”

You huff a laugh at how offended he sounds but bite down the smile as soon as Leon lights up from your amusement. 

“You’re a tough cookie to crack,” he presses more into your space making your skin prickle, “think I know a way to get you to like me.”

He pulls back and tugs his shirt off and with a small flex of his arms, rips the clothing in half. You can’t help but stare at him. When you patched him up hours ago, you had a fleeting appreciation of his body and now it flares back up as your eyes trace his pecs down to the happy trail disappearing under the band of his jeans. 

After tearing the shirt again, he wraps a torn piece around your wrists and ties it off. You try twisting your arms, but it does nothing except pinch the skin. Embarrassingly, your clit pulses at the feeling of being tied up like this. 

Next, Leon strips you both down quickly; his eyes hungrily raking down your nude body as he removes each piece of clothing.  Feeling self conscious, even in front of a monster, you shift your arms to cover yourself. He grabs your biceps, blue cat eyes flashing with heat, and yanks them back up. 

“Let me have my fill,” he gnashes his teeth, sharp points drawing your eye, “look at how soft you are, all that lovely unmarked skin…”

His voice trails off as he runs his hands down your arms to your breasts. 

“Sweet little nipples that need sucked…”

You shiver as he tweaks your nipples until they’re stiff and sensitive. He runs his hands over your soft stomach and hips. One hand grips the fat of your waist and the other teasingly rubs across your mound. 

“And a fat wet pussy that needs licked.” 

You shudder at those words, thighs subconsciously parting for him as he grins wickedly into your eyes. 

“Yeah that’s what she needs, huh? A sexy cunt that just needs to be stuffed full with a big fat cock.”

A whine slips past your lips and you go hot all over with embarrassment, toes curling against the soft rug. 

“S-shut up, fucking perv.”

He laughs, a distorted chime that reminds you of a bell, and leans forward to nose against your jaw, kissing your cheek. 

“Mmm, I’ll enjoy every second of this. You’re so feisty,” he kisses down to your neck, “which means this pussy is gonna taste so good. Especially when you cum.”

You glare at him but can’t stop the slick leaking down your thighs from his words and touches. It’s your darkest fantasy come true; you’ve gotten off to the thought of someone forcing themselves on you more than you’d like to admit. And now this weird creature is going to have his wicked way with you; it makes your pussy thrum in anticipation. 

His hands distort into claws in front of your eyes; the fingers are multi jointed in the strangest of ways, skin discolored and skeletal with nails long and sharp, digging into your waist roughly making you suck in a breath. His teeth and eyes are still abnormal, but so far that’s the extent. 

“What are you?” you murmur, eyes wide as they move back down to his strange hands. 

He shrugs easily, “I’m me,” grinning mischievously he presses on, “wanna see something?”

Before you can say anything he sticks out his pink tongue. It unfurls from his mouth, long and thick with a rough bumpy texture. He laughs and pulls it back into his mouth. 

“Gonna show you how fun it can be,” he kneels down in the floor, between your parted thighs, “god, you smell fucking fantastic.”

He drools a line of spit down onto the hood of your clit making your cunt throb with arousal. 

“Yeah, you may say you don’t like it, but look how fucking messy this pussy is,” he sighs happily, laying his head onto your thigh to gaze up at you, “I’m gonna make you feel so good, little human.”

He kisses your cunt sweetly making your hips jump up. 

“So sensitive,” he growls, eyes luminous as he glances back up to your face, “gonna enjoy this.”

He buries his face into your pussy, slurping and groaning as he licks into your hole. 

“Such a fat pussy,” he grunts, mouth moving up to suckle your clit, “fat little pussy that’s gonna cum all over my tongue.”

You whimper, hooking your legs over his shoulders making him laugh at you. 

“You like that? Like that I wanna eat this sweet pussy until you’re creaming my face?”

“Fuck,” you moan, head tossed back as he dives back into licking and kissing your pussy. 

It should gross you out, turn you off, anything, other than wanting to have this monster eat you out. You blame it on your brain just giving into the craziness that’s happening. Hell, maybe you’ll wake up and this will all have been some kind of fever dream. 

You grind against his mouth and his thick rough tongue fucks up into your clenching hole, fluttering against your walls and stretching your cunt wide like a cock would. Reaching down, your fingers grip into his hair, using it as an anchor as you hump down onto his tongue. 

With a rumbling purr deep within his chest, you feel his hair shift as his horns grow out of his skull. Hesitantly, you move from his silky hair to the rough texture of his horns. You gently wrap your fingers around the base and he humps the air. 

“Grip’em,” he murmurs, eyes bright, sharp teeth nipping the meat of your thigh, “think we’ll both like it.” 

A shuddering whine leaves your lips as you grasp his horns and rock against his greedy mouth. He groans, the vibration thrumming through your cunt making more slick ooze from your hole. He pulls away to lick a broad stripe up your cunt, bumpy tongue lapping slowly at your clit making your thighs shake. 

With a rumbling growl, he buries his face into your pussy lips, tongue pressing into your drippy hole. You shift your wrists as the binding bites into your skin while you grip his horns. He purrs and rubs his head back and forth so his nose rolls across your swollen clit. Whining softly, you buck upward, grinding yourself against his mouth. 

More slick oozes from your cunt and he slips his tongue into your pulsing walls before licking his way up to your pudgy clit. Leon bites your pussy lips, sucking the skin roughly before letting go. He kisses the hood of your clit and across your mound before biting down on where your cunt meets your thigh. 

Letting go, he moves back to running his bumpy tongue through your slick folds. You arch off the couch and into his warm rough mouth as he keeps licking and sucking at your cunt until you’re crying out. 

“You’re gonna make me cum,” you pant, tugging his horns before grasping his hair. 

He hums and sucks your clit into his mouth, tongue licking over the swollen bud as you moan softly. Right on the brink, he pulls his mouth away, sticky strings of saliva connecting to your pussy lips as he denies you your orgasm. 

You narrow your eyes at him as he pulls away, his slitted pupils expanded as they move up from your glistening cunt to your pinched expression. 

He grins and the sharp teeth make your clit throb.  Gripping your arms, he slips your hands over his head to wrap around his neck. Moving up your body, he kisses you messily, tongue licking into your mouth greedily. You whimper to taste yourself on his lips. 

His claws slide down your ribs making your breath stutter, exhaling a gasp as they wrap around your waist. 

“So soft,” he murmurs, “just wanna sink my claws in you over and over.”

He slips his hands underneath your ass and lifts you up, standing to his full height where your head nearly brushes the roof of the cabin. Turning, he sits down on the couch with you in his lap.  

“You seem rather human,” you mutter, eyes taking in his body as you straddle his waist, legs tucked on the outside of his thighs. 

“Easier to enjoy a soft thing like you when I’m like this,” he laughs, clawed hands digging into the meat of your hips.

“It’s just surprising,” you shrug, arms still tied around his neck. 

His eyes gleam white before settling back into their usual blue; he shifts on the couch before a smooth cat like tail slips from behind his body to wrap around your waist. 

“Better?” A smug look crosses his face. 

You hold back the laugh bubbling at the base of your throat; maybe you’ve lost your mind, maybe this is some weird hallucination brought on by whatever you ate, but a monster trying to impress you before fucking your brains out is something you never would have dreamt in your wildest fantasies. 

“What about your face earlier?”

He rolls his eyes, “That’s so boring. Don’t you wanna see if I have two cocks or something?”

This time you do laugh, a small sound that you quickly stifle under his gaze. He jostles you as he pulls you down onto his bulge making your breath hitch from the sheer size of him. 

“The answer is yes by the way,” his grin widens at the same time as your eyes do, tail tightening around your middle in excitement. 

Burying his face in your neck, he mutters, “You seriously smell so good.”

His fingers move down and tease across your swollen clit, parting your pussy lips to drag slick up from your hole all around your bud. He lets go to remove his pants (which you’re not even sure how they’re still on), having you raise up on your knees as he shoves them down and off. 

Once you settle back down on his lap one of his dripping cocks is sandwiched between your pussy lips and the other presses against the front of your mound, uncut head smearing precum on your abdomen, making you clench around nothing. From the looks of this one, both are thick and long, definitely bigger than anything you’ve had before. 

“Eyes are up here,” his snarky tone pulls your attention back up to his face. 

You shake your head, “How—“

“One at a time, silly,” he nips your neck, “then once you’re stretched enough, we can try both.”

His voice drops a lower octave, “But you’ve also got two holes that we can try out, too.”

Your eyes flutter as your cunt oozes slick all over his cock making him laugh.

“You’re really interesting,” he sloppily kisses your neck, “never had someone so excited before. Usually have to rape their little cunts in their sleep.”

You whimper and he raises up to smirk at you. 

“Were you hoping for the same thing? Mmm, all half asleep as I stuff that pussy,” he purrs in your ear, “too tired and weak to push me off as I rape this tiny hole til I’m pulling out and covering you with cum.”

You grind down against his cocks as your nails digs into the back of his neck making him smile into the feeling. 

“You’re such fun,” he tilts his head, eyes glittering, “just for that I’ll give you a little treat.”

Your mouth drops open in shock as he changes between one blink to the next; his entire face morphs to that of a smooth animal skull, bright eyes flaring from the empty eye sockets. He bares his teeth at you in what you hope is a smile. 

“Ta da!” His voice comes out distorted and echoey, octave low and strange. 

A high keen slips past your lips as he eases the head of one of his cocks into your cunt. 

“You’re so wet,” he praises, “god, ‘m so lucky to get a little freak like you.”

You want to argue against him, but it’s hard when this monster is slowly sinking his fat dick into your spasming hole, stretching you out so good. 

He pauses when he’s only halfway inside, holding you still with his huge hands until you’re squirming. 

“Please,” you whisper, frustration making tears bead your lash line. 

“Awww,” he coos at you, “since you’ve been so good, I guess you can have it all.”

And with that, he drops you down on his lap like a stone, cock bullying all the way into your cunt until the fat tip is bruising your cervix making you wail. 

“Too rough?” He smirks. 

You nod and slump against his chest. 

“Must like it,” he mocks, “this pussy is gripping me so tight, don’t know if I can pull out.”

You shudder and drool on his pecs as his cock kicks inside your overly full pussy. His other cock drips precum all over your lower abdomen from where it’s sandwiched between you two. 

“Untie me,” you’re able to slur out, slowly tugging your arms over his head. 

He squints at you (or the skull seems to insinuate squinting) and uses a claw to slice through the tattered shirt binding your wrists. 

Sighing, you rotate your hands before placing them on his chest and dragging them down. You watch as his muscles jump and twitch under your smooth palms. Finally, you cup the base of his other cock and slowly pull down the foreskin. You drool a line of spit down onto the head and precum blurts from the tip of his dick.

He snarls and pulls out only to roughly fuck back into your pussy. Whimpering, you’re only able to loosely grip his second cock as he jackhammers into your soaked cunt. 

“Sensitive, huh,” you murmur, eyes half lidded as they gaze up into his skull face. 

He whines at your words, grinding his tip hard against your cervix making your eyes roll back, “Been so long since a pretty thing wanted to play with me.”

Your hands grip his cock and begin to jerk him off firmly, spitting down on his tip to make it wet and messy. 

His tail, which you forgot about, slips lower down on your waist and lightly teases across your clit. 

“Oh,” your eyes move from his slackened jaw down to watch his soft tail slowly tap and rub across your swollen clit. 

Your cunt squeezes around his cock rhythmically as he teases your bundle of nerves until you’re rocking against him. His claws let go of your hips to wrap around your thighs, spreading you open until he can see his cock pounding into your drippy hole.  

His tail helps you lean back some so he can leverage his hips into rolling thrusts up into your pussy. Your hands shakily keep stroking his other cock,completely  covered in spit and precum. 

His tail smacks across your clit and your orgasm hits you hard. Your toes curl and spine arches as your cunt clenches down on his thick cock like a vice, milking him until it must hurt but he only groans in pleasure. Your hands go slack and he grabs them to toss over his broad shoulders. 

He presses his mouth right against your ear, low baritone making your cunt spasm and clench around his fat cock. 

“Gotta pull out, little human,” he chuckles when you whine, “mmm, I’ve got to cause if I cum in you, we’ll be mated. And you wouldn’t want that, would ya?”

Your nails dig into his shoulders hard enough to pierce his skin and he purrs, “Unless you want me to fill up this sexy little pussy and keep you forever.”

You bounce what little you can down onto his dick, hands moving up to his horns to grab onto them. Feeling cockdrunk and unhinged, you swivel your hips to fuck him harder, wanting everything he has to give.

“Wanna feel it,” you sigh as he sinks his sharp teeth into your shoulder, “fill me up, Leon.”

He growls, a loud inhuman sound that makes your skin crawl and a bolt of fear spike through the arousal. Instead of letting go, you grind down even harder, pussy feeling sore and sensitive. 

“You want me to cum inside you?” He sounds pained and when he tilts back up his skull face has morphed into the one he wore earlier that night.

“Uh huh,” you pant and bring up one of your hands to cradle his jaw, hips swiveling down to prevent him from pulling out, “or are you all talk?”

In a flash, he has your back on the couch as he pins you down in a mating press, legs pressed open wide by his clawed hands. 

He snaps his teeth in your face, “You don’t even know what it means to be bred, do you? I’ll have this fat cunt stuffed so full you’re dripping my seed for days. You’ll beg for it constantly, needing me to breed your cute little hole cause you feel so empty.”

You whine, hands coming up to wrap around his horns again, “Promise?”

He growls low in his throat and smashes your mouths together, his sharp teeth  cutting your bottom lip so the taste of blood flavors your kisses. 

“Promise,” he mutters against your mouth before licking up the blood tinging your lips. 

“Gonna mate you all the time,” he mumbles against you as he pistons his hips deep into your swollen pussy, “have you cumming on my cock until you can’t even think anymore.”

You moan and pull him back in for more sloppy kisses, “Please, please, Leon, cum in my pussy.”

His second cock’s weeping so much precum, your stomach is a sticky mess, but it just makes you squeeze down on the cock inside you even more. Leon has flipped some switch in your brain because you feel like you’ll die if he doesn’t spill inside you.

“You promised me both,” you pout, tears clinging to your lashes as his cock presses into your cervix, “promised to stuff me with both.”

He groans brokenly, hips shuddering as he bucks into you one last time, spilling his thick load deep into your cunt at the same time his other cock spurts rope after rope of hot thick cum all over your body, jizz shooting all the up to your chin. 

He groans like an animal you’ve never heard of as he dumps load after load into your pussy until it’s spilling out around his fat cock. 

“Mated,” he sounds happy as he sinks his teeth into your neck making you scream out.

He pulls back with bloody teeth and that’s the last thing you see before passing out. 

~*~*~*~

The warm slant of sunlight from the bedroom window shines into your eyes and you roll over with a grumble. You raise up quickly once you remembered where you were, only to see Leon lounging on the bed next to you eating a bowl of cereal as he watches the small portable tv on the dresser. 

“These movies are so dumb,” he scoffs, digging into your Count Chocula cereal, “they always go overboard on the transformations.” 

Your bleary eyes squint at the small screen and see what looks to be The Thing and you frown at him. Pushing yourself up, you slump against his side, body feeling overly sore (the same as your sensitive cunt). 

“That better not be the last of it,” you mumble against his arm, making him turn his bright eyes over to you. 

“No, but good morning, little mate,” he purrs, setting the bowl down on your nightstand so he can roll over on top of you to pin you down to the bed. 

You whimper and arch up into the soft kisses he presses against your neck. The blanket slips down to his waist as he grinds his cocks against your needy pussy. He eases the head of one of them inside your hole, making you sigh and wrap your legs around his waist. 

“Gotta fill you up again,” he chuckles, “sucking me in like I didn’t spend all night pounding this little pussy.”

“Leon,” you whine, nails scratching red lines down his back and making his hips thrust into you. 

He fucks you slow and soft, rutting into your pussy as his other cock is sandwiched between your thighs. 

“Perfect,” he sighs happily, “can’t wait to give you both.”

Eyes fluttering, you moan and pull him down fully on top of you, his heavy weight squishing you into the mattress. He growls and snaps his hips harder, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass makes you clench down on him. 

“First pussy I’ve ever got to creampie,” he coos against your ear, “so taboo to mate a human, but damn if I don’t love fucking this tight cunt. S’all mine now, I own this tight little pussy.”

His words wring your first orgasm of the day from your sore body, pussy walls fluttering as you cum around his fat cock. He moans low in his throat, hips rabbiting harder against you as he chases his own climax. 

His blunted human teeth bite down on your neck as he buries his cock as deep as he can in your pussy, pumping his load right against your cervix as his other cock spills wet and hot between your legs. 

“Fuck,” you whimper, clit pulsing as he stuffs you to the brim and paints your thighs white with his thick cum.  

He pulls away with a grunt and snuggles into your side. With a soft giggle, he nuzzles against the bite mark he left on your shoulder. 

“Can’t wait to show you off. Chris is gonna eat shit,” he crows in your ear before kissing your jaw. 

“Chris?” you tiredly ask, twisting to look at the top of Leon’s head. 

“Yeah he’s the asshole who scratched up my ribs. He’s a part of what you humans would call my pack,” he leans up to kiss you on the lips, “don’t worry, I’ll introduce you after you’re settled in.”

“What?” You frown. 

“I’ve got a place not too far from here,” he gushes, eyes shining excitedly, “you’re gonna love it. It overlooks the river and everything.”

“You have a house?” Your brain feels like it’s lagging behind. 

“Of course, silly,” he kisses your neck again, “you’ll come live with me. I’ll take care of you, never have to worry about a thing.”

“Quit my job and just move out here?”

“It’s not like you liked it anyway,” he rolls his eyes before climbing on top of you, pinning you down again. 

His cocks rub against your cunt making you whimper. 

“I’ll take such good care of you,” he murmurs before kissing you, strange tongue licking into your mouth. 

Whining, you suck on the thick muscle as he rocks against you, cunt oozing creamy slick and cum all over your thighs. 

“Keep you forever,” he groans, pulling back to prop his weight on his forearms, “got me addicted to this little human pussy already. Definitely not letting you go.”

A high pitched moan slips from your lips as he slips the head of both of his cocks into your cunt. 

“Mmm, can’t fit quite yet but we’ll get there,” he laughs, “let me just slip the tips in for now.”

Your thighs tremble as he rocks the first few inches of each cock into your used cunt. He relaxes on top of you, letting your pussy cockwarm his dicks as he bites and kisses at your neck. He moves up to kiss you, all wet and messy, making you whimper and cling to him. 

It doesn’t take long before you’re rocking against him, slowly fucking the heads of his cocks in and out of your stretched pussy.  He sighs and purrs into your kisses as he tongue fucks your mouth. You can feel as his teeth change against your lips, sharp points digging into the sensitive skin. 

He works you for what feels like hours, just slowly sinking inch by inch into your spasming hole. His precum and your slick have soaked your thighs all the way to the bedspread underneath. It’s a wet mess between your thighs, but all you can feel is the pleasurable pain of being too full. 

“Never had someone take both like this,” he rumbles happily, nosing against your jaw, “god, what a perfect fucking pussy. You’re taking me in so well, such a good fucking girl.”

You hiccup a whine at the praise, walls fluttering against the stretch of his dicks. 

“Yeah? Like being my good girl,” he nips at your earlobe, “you’re the best I’ve ever had, so fucking lucky. Can’t believe I own a slut who likes being DP’d.”

Your nails dig harshly into his back as your toes curl, his words making you burn hot all over. 

“Like that?” He mocks, “like that I own you and your pretty pussy?”

His tail slips between your bodies to spank your clit making you cry out and  rock against him harder. 

“Leon,” you slur out, tears slipping from your eyes due to overstimulation.

With a groan, he buries both cocks to the hilt inside of your clenching heat. Your pussy feels stretched to the limit, overwhelmed by the sheer size of both of his dicks. You gasp and mewl, feeling like you can’t breathe from being stuffed so full. 

“Shh, shhh, I’ve got you,” he kisses your cheek, “taking me so well. Tight little cunt just made for me, huh?”

Not able to think, you just babble out nonsensical words, feeling on the edge of another orgasm. It’s not going to take much to make you cum. 

“Aww did I fuck you stupid?” He laughs, “wet little pussy just can’t handle me can she?”

His tail smacks across your pudgy clit and your orgasm slams into you, making you squirt around his cocks, too spread open to clamp down as tight as usual. 

“Oh fuck me,” he hisses, grinding himself deeper, making you wail as you continue to gush around him. 

“Got your cute little pussy to squirt,” he moans excitedly, “fuck, that’s so hot.”

He growls and you watch as his eyes shine before his body shifts into that monstrous form you saw last night. He’s huge, caging you in with his skeletal and strangely jointed body. You whimper and move your hands up from digging into his shoulders to the horns coming out of the skull he’s wearing now. 

He pulls out only to bully his fat cocks back into your well used pussy. Eyes rolling back at the pleasure he’s wringing from your body, you moan and grip his horns tighter making him buck harder into you. A few more thrusts and you’re cumming again with a weak cry, pussy walls fluttering and milking Leon’s dicks. 

“My mate,” his distorted voice rumbles, hips fucking roughly into your spasming hole, “gonna breed your little pussy, fill you up with my hot cum.”

All you can do is mewl and whimper underneath his body, feeling as he fucks harder and harder into your cunt until he’s finally burying himself all the way inside. His tips knock and rub against your cervix which set off fireworks behind your eyes as you cum one last time. 

Hot thick spurts of cum shoot out and quickly stuff your pussy full. Your abdomen looks bloated from how much Leon’s pumping inside your body. He’s snarling against your neck as he humps your pussy, dumping load after load into you until it’s dripping out around his balls. 

You must black out cause the next thing you know, you’re leaning against Leon’s chest in the bath. Whimpering, you weakly grasp onto the hand he has trailing across your stomach. 

“Finally awake,” he chuffs against your hair, “how do you feel?”

“Sore,” you croak out, throat feeling scratchy. 

One of his hands clasps yours while the other slides across your hip to your swollen pussy. 

“Leon,” you whine, “I can’t.”

“Shhh,” he kisses the side of your head, “let me make you feel good, my perfect little mate.”

His fingers quickly tease and rub across your sensitive clit until you’re rocking your hips up with the motion. 

“There we go, good girl,” he sighs, “let me play with that cute pussy. Feels so good to have my fingers on your little clit, huh?”

“Mm hmm,” you arch back into his chest, thighs parted until they’re touching the sides of the bathtub. 

“Want me to slip inside? Want my cocks to stuff you full of cum again?”

Your body feels molten with the arousal pounding through your veins. He shifts and both cocks are pressed against your cunt between your thighs. 

“‘M always so hard around you,” he whines in your ear, “you smell too fucking good, wanna eat you up.”

You shudder as his sharp teeth press against your neck, fingers dipping into your cunt to trail back up and smear slick across your pudgy clit. 

“Come on, I know you can cum for me,” he kisses your neck softly. 

In next to no time, your thighs shake as an orgasm crests and sweeps through your tired body, making you tense all over before going totally limp against Leon’s body. 

“Good girl,” he purrs against your back, hands rubbing at your waist, “can’t wait to take you home.”

Humming, you relax, letting the warm bath lull you into a sleepy state. Leon goes off on a tangent about introducing you to everyone as soon as possible as well as moving you into his house. While you listen to him talk about your new home, you think to yourself that being mated to a monster like Leon isn’t the worst thing in the world. 

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[dotster001]

Hi i don't know, if your requests are still open, if not you can ignore it or do it whenever you want.

Just readed your prompt, when reader suddenly passes out with Vil, Jamil, Floyd and Rook. I was wondering, if you could write something similar for Malleus, Lilia and maybe the teachers Trein and Crewel?

(I'm happy you enjoyed those! And I hope you like these too!)

Part One Part Three

CW:Burnout (obviously), mental breakdown/trauma in Trein's part, spoilers for Vargas training camp in Trein's part, injury in Crewel's part

A/N: I've said this in my pin post, but I age up characters to actual college age, because I am in college, and didn't realize until a few months in the characters were not. Everyone here is. 18+ If it makes you feel more comfortable, imagine this as a grad school situation.

He's been pouting a lot lately. Which for a normal person wouldn't be a problem, but Mal's pouting usually meant that the weather was bad as well. He was pouty, because whenever you had time in your incredibly busy schedule to see him, you still had to be working on your homework. With everything Crowley had you do for the school, you had to share your "dragon time" with your "homework time". But your boyfriend looked very cute pouty, so part of you wasn't too upset about it.

Until the day you were so busy with something that you hadn't eaten or slept in over 24 hours and just…collapsed during dragon/homework time.

Malleus immediately panics. He assumes you have had a heart attack and died (Mal…college students are unlikely to have heart attacks)  Once he finds a pulse, and sees your breathing, he scoops you up and teleports to Lilia faster than he has ever teleported.

He's sobbing as he answers Lilia's questions, not entirely certain that this wasn't something he did. Lilia easily is able to figure out what has happened, and goes to make you some soup for when you wake up. Malleus is too relieved to think about the fact that while Lilia's soup will have loads of protein, it might send you into shock. In the meantime, he puts a cool cloth on your forehead, and caresses your cheek.

After you wake up and barely survive the soup Malleus spoon feeds you he tucks you into his massive comfy bed (you can't tell me he doesn't have the fluffiest comforters) and then…vanishes.

From here on out, everytime you get a task from Crowley, it's already finished by the time you get around to it. It's weird, but it means you have time to keep homework separate from "dragon time". Which makes a certain fae very happy.

Lilia has spent years learning how to care for humans, especially since most of them *cough* Silver *cough cough* Y/N are not good at caring for themselves.  While his recipes are terrible, he is right in some ways about making sure to get all your nutrients. While it can feel a little patronizing sometimes, he is right that you need sleep. While he is a little unorthodox in how he has fun, he's right that you need to have leisure time and do things you enjoy.

What you don't know is that behind the scenes Lilia has already been having regular arguments with a certain Crow about your workload. When two fae fight, it's never good, but you don't have to worry about what's going on.

Azul and the tweels get called back home out of nowhere, and now you're in charge of all the paperwork that he is usually in charge of handling, both for the lounge and for the other Housewarden's. Lilia sees less and less of his sweet human, and he's suspicious part of it is because you are avoiding him, knowing full well he would make you take a break.

He has to admit, your avoiding skills are actually pretty good. So he's not actually there when you collapse. And he's furious. Especially when he finds out that Crowley also decided to add his own paperwork to your ever growing pile. He only knows you collapsed when he hears some randos gossiping about how "the prefect collapsed running laps today, and the idiot duo had to walk them to the infirmary." He's immediately flying to the infirmary, powered by his pure rage.

He knows it's not your fault, especially since you have nothing to your name in this world, so it's easy to manipulate you into this position. So he does his best not to take his anger out on you as he watches you sip apple juice that the nurse gave you, while you do your best to keep your eyes open. Once he is certain that the nurse has things under control, he kisses your forehead, and asks you if you want him to bring you anything.

While he's out getting you a treat, he makes a stop at a certain Crow's office. From here on out you don't see a lot of him. You are a little worried that Lilia may have killed him, but everytime you ask him, he giggles and messes up your hair, before telling you how silly that is.

He's harder on you than he is on most of his students, partially so that no one can claim favoritism, partially because you are just so far behind in history (having it not be your history) that he has to give you extra work and lessons to catch you up. But as a trade off, he tries to be a step ahead of Crowley whenever he can. There's little that happens in the school that he's unaware of, so he's usually able to protect you from his foolish boss.

Until you get sent to the training camp with the sports clubs to assist Vargas. He's furious about this last minute decision, that Crowley conveniently forgot to tell him about, and he's even more angry when he later finds out that you were "kidnapped" and then immediately had to fight a creature in the mines. 

Naturally, your mental health is not so great after the trip. He's starting to see it on your face when you both hang out, and even if he didn't, your work for his class is deteriorating, if you even turn it in at all. 

Then you break down one day when he asks you about it. He can't understand a word you're saying as you sob and yell and shake. But he's pretty sure he has the idea. You've been pushed too far. He sends Lucius to fetch a nurse or counselor , or heck he's sure even Sam would have something to help you relax enough to just breathe. In the meantime, he wraps his arms around you and tries to walk you through breathing exercises, while whispering some praises to you that you can't comprehend in this state, but appreciate all the same.

After someone gives you a potion that helps you relax a little, he leaves you to rest on his office couch with Lucius in charge, and he holds a meeting with the rest of that staff about what's not appropriate to put people through. (Essentially it's Crewel and Trein yelling at Vargas and Crowley about trauma and what their job is supposed to be) 

This never happens again. You continue to have extra work from Trein, but he always ensures he makes time to help you, or give you a soothing tea if he thinks you're starting to drop back into the bad mental state. If you do, he holds you close, and says nothing, while allowing you to spill whatever is plaguing you. 

Prior to him dating you, you had denied his request many times to financially sponsor you. Now that you were together, it was harder to come up with an excuse for him not to. So he'd purchased Ramshackle and renovated it. He'd taken up the expenses for your schooling and food (after much argument  he'd also taken up Grim's) and after several discussions about the future of your relationship, he'd begun helping you through the process of becoming a citizen in a world that had no proof of your existence (a pain and a half, but there was nothing he wouldn't do for his beloved pup). In doing all this, he'd made it very clear to the Headmage that he had no hold over you, and therefore couldn't coerce you into anything.

Divus knew he was a fool for leaving you alone for a week. He had assumed that Crowley had nothing on you anymore, and that he could go help a smaller fashion designer that showed a lot of promise get their career off the ground. At first he was only going to be gone for a week, but it quickly turned into two, then three. He should have recognized the tension in your voice when you'd asked him over the phone when he thought he'd be back. 

When he finally returned, he thought he'd surprise you by showing up where he knew you'd be hanging out with your friends. He'd bought a ring for you that he was particularly pleased with, and he wanted you to have it as soon as possible. His plan was dashed as he watched you collapse into Howl, who immediately started to panic.

With a clear voice Divus took over the scene, picking you up and carrying you to his office where he had all manner of potions. As he pressed one to your lips, he noticed a cast on your arm. He'd ask about it later. 

When you woke up, you wrapped your arms around him, and whispered how much you missed him. He asked what happened, and you tell him how you broke your arm in yet another overblot incudent, and had been working like crazy for Crowley to pay off the medical expenses. 

You've never been scared of your lover. But his eyes were practically glowing with rage, and now you were starting to wonder if you should be scared. Divus does not accept cruelty to animals or humans. And, he keeps his receipts. It's not long before there's a pretty hefty case and Dire is removed as headmage for coercion and endangerment. After that, there aren't any more overblot incidents and the students seem more mentally healthy. How about that?

He decides to wait to give you the ring until you're fully recovered after everything. But he's certain when he asks you the question that comes with it, you'll have an answer he likes. Especially when you nuzzle into him so sweetly while you nap in his office.

....

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[onesidedradiostatic]

(After the Respectless Reprise)

Velvette, calling Vox on the phone: VOX!!! End this stypid debate once and for all! What was the color of your turtleneck when you took that damned picture with Valentino?

Vox, picking up the call: Uh... What now?

Velvette: Some of your crazy "fans" cropped that stupid picture I took of you two near his desk with your monitors! They've been going crazy at the color of your stupid turtleneck in the leaked photo

Vox: Right right.... and..... This is my problem because....?

Velvette, muttering under her breath: I swear to god... this is just like that stupid dress thing all over again.....

Vox: The what now?

Velvette: Forget it! Your old arse wouldn't even get it anyway and we don't have the time! That stupid thing blew out of proportion!!! It's been trending on Vitter for Hell's sake so you better do something about it!

Vox: Vel, I don't see the problem. It's just a color for something that happened a long time ago. It shouldn't even matter.

Velvette: Well it does matter because demons—not even just sinners, Vox— have been going at each other's throats about this for hours on end just for the sake of their fanart consistency!

Vox: Fanart consistency?

Velvette: Oh for fuck's sakes, Vox— Aren't you connected to your network right now? You should be able to see just how bad it is in there!!

Vox: Mhm... yeah, yeah... well..... right...

Velvette: Vox. Are you listening to me right now?

Vox: *noncommittal hum* Yeah..... That's better...

*Velvette pauses for a moment before a look of realization crosses her face*

Velvette: Wait... Don't tell me your at your Alastor shrine again instead of at your office?

*Clatter clatter CRASHHH*

Vox: *cough cough cough* H-Huh? What? NOOOOooo... No, no I'm not. What are you talking about Velvette?

*Velvette side glances at Alastor still silently having his mental breakdown before moving onto Lucifer fiddling with his tie and cane as he refuses to meet anyone in the eyes*

Velvette: Yeaaah.... Right.

Vox: A-ActUALLY!! I was just about to go there. To— to my office I mean. I mean, I just came from an important meeting after all!! Yes, a very very important meeting. With uh.... About– Sinflix! Yes, yes Sinflix. You know how that annoying little parasite has been taking some of our profits with all their 'free services' shtick that we've been losing money in the other Rings.

Velvette: Right. Right. (I don't care)So... your turtleneck color?

Vox: RIGHT!!! *Ding ding ding!* Yeah, about that I uh....

*Side glances at the scarce remains of his closet that was once full of multiple variations of turtlenecks colored red, orange, yellow, and even blue. Some of them actually being striped. There was a sell in one of the secondhand-me-down shops if you buy in bulk back in the day when he first fell into Hell. And he wasn't one to pass up a bang for your buck. Unfortunately, he also had to burn a lot of them after Velvette joined team to avoid her wrath. And now he can't remember which one he wore during that picture*

Vox: Well... About that, I don't.... actually remember?

Velvette: You don't sound so sure of yourself.

Vox: Well, the picture itself is faded so some of the color has changed. Not to mention the lightning.

Let me ask Tino if he remembers.

(I hope you enjoy this. Someone please sedate me)

oh my fucking god (reference to this, and this, and the turtleneck discourse is just this entire fucking tag. basically we've been spending the last 2 days debating about vox's stupid fucking turtleneck)

literally everything being referenced is giving me fucking whiplash HELSPGKOS vox himself getting into the debate because he doesn't remember is hilarious

only thing I will have to correct there is that vox does in fact own netflix in hell so it's voxflix not sinflix

considering maintagging this and putting it out into the wild with zero context (until they check the links)

EDIT:

misunderstood whoops here's the clarification LMAO

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[ummmlife]

Miserable Salaryman!Nanami Boyfriend

part 2

warnings! : nanami x afab reader ; slight nsfw (still mdni) ; angst (?) ; headcanon ; salaryman!nanami ; if none of this makes sense (spelling and grammatically speaking) i'm sorry but my first language isn't english (lol)

What comes to my mind thinking about Salaryman!Nanami is: misery.

This man lives miserably in a constant depressive state that he isn't even aware of. He lives in a monotone routine that consists of: waking up at 5 a. m., getting ready for work, take the subway when is rush hour, getting at the office at 6:37 and start working at 7 o'clock for 8+ hours, have a casse-croûte for lunch, then leave the office at 1 a. m., get back home for a shower and sleep. Then repeat this over and over again.

The ambience of the city full of other corporative slaves just like him filling every single space of negative energy ends up draining him as well. An endless cycle of stress and tiredness that keeps, slowly but surely, consuming him.

That's how the life of a salaryman is.

Miserable Salaryman!Nanami will always come back home extremely tired, wanting nothing but a glass of whiskey and a migraine pill.

Miserable Salaryman!Nanami would try to pretend that everything is fine when he gets paid every month, just to then feel a knot in his throat after paying every bill.

Miserable Salaryman!Nanami who feels helpless every time he finds you completely asleep on the couch after a failed attempt to try to stay awake to wait for him to get home.

Miserable Salaryman!Nanami will do his best to spend more time with you but that only happens twice a month because he craves to sleep on his free days.

Miserable Salaryman!Nanami who could get sick very often due to overworking himself and, basically, venerates you for taking care of him.

Miserable Salaryman!Nanami who cries himself to sleep silently every night when he's in bed with you while you're sleeping because he feels that he's losing his life in a job that is taking away his best years.

Miserable Salaryman!Nanami who hates himself for not having enough time for you as he had before and fears that he's ruining your relationship.

Miserable Salaryman!Nanami whose libido is lower than 0 and has no energy to even have sex anymore, but begs you to cockwarm him to sleep, because the warm of your pussy hugging his dick brings him comfort. He doesn't just want to cuddle with you, he doesn't just want to hug you, he wants to feel as close as possible.

Miserable Salaryman!Nanami who will cum immediately once his dick is deep inside of you because, honestly, he can't last a minute with you anymore. Of course, he won't pull out, so get ready to sleep with his thick cum filling your womb and wake up with his flaccid dick still inside while his little "gift" from last night keeps leaking from your inside.

Miserable Salaryman!Nanami will shyly ask you to let him sleep with his head on your chest to squeeze your tits and suck your nipples for stress relief.

Miserable Salaryman!Nanami who ends up collapsing in front of you like a little kid and who you end up convincing to leave his job.

After watching your boyfriend have a mental breakdown, which you never thought possible, you had him lean over you on the couch while he calmed down a bit and stopped crying. —"I really don't know what would be of me without you... you are an angel in my life, thank you."

Miserable Salaryman!Nanami that just quit his job and took part of his savings to go on a trip with you to Malaysia, so he can finally rest in peace next to you on a nice beach with no more worries in his life.

shitty concept and shitty headcanons, yes, but i really like miserable (big) men craving comfort from their partners :) that's all ‹𝟹

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[nocturn-warrior]

I ALL THE THINGS I'VE SHOULD DONE• 🔅

Alucard x reader

Summary: You are pregnant with your first born with Alucard and he has been overprotective over you, but during one night he a jerk tries to assault you. Alucard and your friends kick his ass.

Warnings: angst, SA mentions, abortion mentions, violence, jealousy at Greta, pregnancy, crying (but ends up with fluff), my bad grammar and text similar to a 12 years old's writting fanfic (english is not my first language) and bad dialogues.

Note: month of the three milks is may in medieval calendar, puiuţ is a nickname romanian parents call their babies and it means baby chicken. Most of the titles of my fics are based on Kate Bush's songs or song quotes. This one is taken from This Woman's Work

You were so excited taking care of Sypha and Trevor's baby. With his mother's big blue eyes and his father's jet hair, he was the cutest thing in the world. Everyday, your heart beated faster to the thought of having a child of your own with Adrian; a little baby to light up your lives and bring joy to that enormous castle again, but it took months for you to start trying for it. There are too many children around, the village orphans would be jealous if we had a baby. You would squash off the idea to yourself with a silly excuse. Actually, you feared having a child would have a reverse effect. Alucard was still mentally fragile and you rememberer his breakdown nights, where he wouldn't close his eyes to sleep until the sunrise. But one day it happened, and when it happened you and Adrian couldn't contain the happiness, though your hearts were still full of doubts.

Immediatly you started to work on your unborn's room, asking the villagers carpenters to reform Adrian's childhood bedroom and redo the furniture just like the way he remebered, since it all was destroyed during that last fight. All except that little wolf plushie which you storaged in the wardrobe. Alucard was surprised when you, after the nursery was finally finished and you both were decorating it with paintings and toys Adrian crafted himself, came in with the plushie and placed it over the little crib. He could feel a tear forming into his eye in that very moment.

"H-how did you..."

He stuttered, holding the toy almost as if he was checking out to see if it was the original one. You chuckled and said:

"I kinda stole from you so many days before Trevor had his hero moment. It was too cute to stay all dusty and forgotten in a wooden box. What is his name, by the way?"

Alucard sniffles the toy for a while, it smells like childhood. Like comfort. Smells like a time that will never come back, but he is happy it will belong to his child now. For that, new memories will be builden up. He finally answers, sitting on the small bed with you and caressing the toy's fluffy head.

"Lupi"

The dhampir smiled as his eyes wandered across the bedroom: it was exactly like he remembered. With his drawing skills, it was easy to picture everything in paper and intruct the carpenters.

After two long years, the village was finally built. Settled in the Belmont ground, it was full of small but cozy houses, a small fair, and a graveyard to honor their lost members. They were grateful for everything, and for that they decided to make a big celebration, in the day of their protector saint, Sara Kali, who is also the protector of pregnant women, for the exhiled and despaired ones as well.

You, Alucard and your friends were invited to such a beautiful moment, since you four had a big role in providing that people comfort and protection during and post the nightcreatures attacks.

It was 24 in The Month Of the Three Milks and you were 5 months pregnant. At first, Alucard was a little hesitant about attending at the festival; besides he cherishes the comunity so much, he feared you made too much effort or that all of these sounds, scents and feelings would be overwhelming to you. In his core, he wanted to go of course, but your safety was more important.

"Are you sure, my darling? You need to rest, you and the baby. Greta and the others will understand if you don't attend"

He tenderly argues, placing a hand on your waist as you look for a proper dress to use in the occasion in your big wooden wardrobe.

"Adrian,"

You drop the pieces of clothes to cup his cheeks, his amber droopy eyes looking towards yours as you explain. How could you take that pouty face of his seriously in that moment? You contain a chuckle.

"I am fine. My sickness doesn't affect me anymore, and some fresh night are will be good for me. You worry too much"

Adrian looks down presses his hand over your growing bump, trying to feel the child. He's been obsessed with it, constantly asking you if his puiuţ, as he constantly reffers to your baby is awaken and active.

"They are quiet this afternoon, my love."

You answer, placing your hand over his colder one. He says nothing, thinking about the festival and if taking you was a good idea until he breaks the silence:

"Let's find you a dress to wear, i will do your hair"

Your eyes light up, filling his heart with joy. Alucard adores to see you smile and beam with happiness, specially now that your mood changes so frequent. Any wrong word can cause an endless angst in this sensitive head of yours. He doesn't complain, though. After all you did for him in those dark gloomy nights, is not just his duty but also his wish to take care of you.

The two of you mess around your clothes, trying to find anything that feels comfortable enought for you to wear all night long. You try this, try that, but all of your formal gowns feel tighter and constraining around your stomach. Trying the last one with no success, you leave a deep sigh and plop yourself on the bed, laying with your limbs spread:

"Alright. Forget it. I accepted my fate: we are not going to the festival."

Though you had a silly smile in your face, Adrian could tell you were very upset with the fact no dress could fit you propperly now, and standing up in silence while looking at your hopeless expression, he takes a hard decision. Entering or seeing his parents' personal objects was a challenge he has been avoiding for two years. That's why most of them were gifted to the people from Danesti. They shouldn't be in there storaging must and moths. He gave it all, except some.

"Actually, i think there are still some dresses that belonged to my mother when she was pregnant. My father kept her belongings, and i couldn't get rid of them yet"

The joyful expression returns to your face as Alucard gives the problem a solving, you quickly sit up again and smile excitedly at him. For a while, you wonder why he kept exactly his mother's pregnancy dresses. Was it because he already planned everything? He could have given them to Sypha years ago. But you don't question it, you just nod and stand up, holding his hands.

"Thank you, Adrian. But you don't have to do it, if it's too hard to see her things again."

He gently shushes you, raising your hand and placing a wet kiss over it and ressuring he would be alright. Adrian tells you to stay in your bedroom while he looks into an old wooden chest, containing some of his parents' remaining belongings.

Minutes after, he cames in with a beautiful red dress, larger in the stomach and breasts part. It's oppulent silk bounces as he moves smoothly, placing it over the bed.

"Here. Try it on. I might do some adjusts on it's sleeves or cleavage if you want me to. We still have time"

He smiles at you, and standing up, you grab it to try on as he said. You inspect it's fabric, the dress has a slight musty scent due to all of these years it spent untouched, but it's alright. You quickly slip off your undergarments and put the dress on. Alucard expectates for the final result, arms crossed and eyes wandering across you changing body. It looks so beautiful, like a goddess of fertility.

"It feels tight in the arms"

You raise up your limbs, proving your point. The long sleeves restrict your movements. Lisa had a more slender figure, you guess, so it would really feel tighter in some of your body parts. Alucard approaches you, adjusting some pieces of the fabric and turning you around to check out the clothing

"I can cut them for you, my dear"

The solution comes without hesitation and you are surprised. He would modify his mother's relics just because of you. The hesitation came from your part

"Do you really mean that? Love, this belonged to your mother"

He playfully scoffs and lifts up the silky hem of the gown, helping you to take it off so he could make the necessary adjusts

"If there was something my mother was not attached to, was material wealth. Plus, it's for the wife of her son i am doing that. Don't you worry, it's just a dress"

Adrian removes the dress from you completly and with the lines and needles, he starts to work on the sleeves as you sit on the bed, waiting for it to be finished.

One hour and a half later, your dress is finally adjusted and fits perfectly. Now, you two should take a shower, get perfumed and elegant for the event so important to your friends of the village.

Adrian does your hair as promised: he braids it and finishes with a ribbon matching the color of your dress. He ties your shoes and you help him folding the hem of his trousers. Now passing through the giantic doors of the castle, you two head to where the festival would be settled.

Arms interlocked and faces enlighted by the rising full moon light, you catch a sight of Sypha and Trevor sitting on a wooden bench, their son Simon is running around with the other kids.

"He is already running. Years ago this boy was just a..."

Words fail with excitement, seeing your nephew toddling and interacting with other children. Alucard completes the phrase, placing a hand on your bump.

"A little bean. Just like our baby. Soon, he or she will be joining them. Ooh, it seems like he is sticking a frog into his mouth!"

As Alucard finishes, you can see from a afar, Sypha rushing to stop the toddler of eating a frog. You giggle, already imagining the adaptations in the castle you and Adrian shall do to prevent your own kid to hurt themselves.

Trevor see you two approaching and, taking a large sip of his ale, he places the cup aside, facing you two.

"Hey, i thought you two wouldn't even come. Y/N, you have to try this ale. This shit is a drop from heavens!"

By his tone, you could tell your friend was already drunk. Alucard intervines with a calm, yet slightly sarcastic tone, cracking his whip:

"You are not trying to make my pregnant wife drink alcohol, are you, Belmont?"

"I forgot this detail"

He snorts, shrugging and turning his attention back to his beloved ale. Since Simon was born, Trevor and Sypha had made a promise he would never drink again, but today is a special occasion so they gave it a break. Talking about Sypha, she returns to the place, holding the willful Simon on her hip and smiling as she spots you and Alucard.

"I can't keep an eye off from this boy, it's like he is the exact copy of his father. I can't keep an eye off of him as well. Trevor, you are already drunk?"

She places her free arm on her hip, facing the sitting man who denies it, with his clearly intoxicated tone.

"Gods, i don't know why but i still love you that it hurts!"

She chuckles, sitting by her husband's side and releasing Simon from her arms before she finally talks to Alucard and you.

"Your bump is already so big, my dear Y/N! Bigger than last week. Please, cherish this moment, becsuse after that you will deal with back pains and ankle soreness due to this little human growing in there"

Sypha looks tenderly at your belly jutting against the red silk of your dress, and then at her own son who rushes to "uncle Lulu", as he calls your husband.

"But it's all worthy."

You were so excited by seeing your friends that didn't even paid attention to the festival decoration. It was beautiful, full of colors and good scents comming from the food. The women wore their traditional clothes, children ran around the big fire settled in the middle. The tawny moon enlighted everything, making the scenary even more breathtaking. Alucard conduces you to sit over the bench and accomodates himself by your side as well.

"What do you think, love?"

He whispers in your ear before kissing your cheek

"Beautiful. I love how their people, even after so many troubles and distress, found a way to put everything together"

The food scent was inviting, you spot a plump old lady holding a large plate of something you judged to be sarma, placing it over the large table along with other food. An increasing desire starts to take over you, and Alucard notices your fixated gaze. He chuckles, placing a hand on your belly before standing up.

"Are you two hungry? Stay here, i will get some food. Will you guys want something as well?"

He looks at Sypha who shakes her head, and at Trevor who says nothing but a grunt that Alucard reads as a no. You watch your dhampir walk graciously towards the table abundant with food, greeting the people as he approaches it. Resting your elbow on your knee and your chin on your palm, you don’t notice how head over heels you are until he comes back holding a bowl and speaking to you so sweetly:

“Here, my dear. It’s still warm”

Alucard sits by your side and you glance at the bowl full of sarma; a meal made of cabbages and stuffed with meat and rice, a typical dish of the people from Danesti. He grabs a forkful and takes it towards your mouth, waiting for your approval. You chew up the bite, the flavors exploding in your mouth. Alucard’s smile increases when you leave a satisfied groan and nod your head. He places the bowl on your lap, allowing you to occasionally feed him as you two chat with Sypha.

Some children from the village spot you sitting in there and rush towards the bench. As expected, they were quite excited about the baby on the way, always competing between them to touch your bump and feel their new “sibling”. After all those little ones passed through, you were happy to see them play around. You see in their faces, the future of that community like flowers blooming after a long winter.

“mother, mother!”

A little girl grabs the hem of your silky dress, trying to get you attention and climb up to your lap, followed by other three kids who fight for their places. Noticing the mess they could make, Alucard grabs the bowl you hold and tries to calm down the hectic little ones.

“Woah, woah, calm down, Delia, Elek. Let your mother breath.”

He adverts the two sassiest ones with his firm wet warm tone, gently pulling them away as they chitter.

“But father Alucard, I want to feel the baby!”

They argue and you can’t resist to their pouty faces, sensitized by your mood changes you intervene into Alucard’s rebuke, accepting their little excited hands to touch your bump. Your husband doesn’t protest back, he knows how stubborn you are and how these children love you, but as you allow Delia to climb up onto your lap, he can’t help but feel apprehensive the girl would make too much pressure over your belly. You can see the disappointed expression in her face as she roams her palm around your stomach but isn’t able to feel nothing.

“The baby is sleeping now.”

You whisper, tilting up her little chin and smiling pacifically. Alucard admires your ability to calm down these children, always so patient and warm. Delia seems to understand the situation and climbs down from your lap, turning to her little friends and communicating the state of your baby. Still, the kids wouldn’t give up and keep fighting for your attention. Alucard knows that gently pushing them away wouldn’t do much good and gives up, so he lets it be. Sypha, noticing your discomfort calls one the children’s name and says:

“why don’t you take little Simon to play around a little, Delia? Hey, but don’t allow him to eat any frog!”

She adverts as the little girl gives up on pesting you and quickly takes your nephew’s hand, guiding him off from Sypha’s lap.

“nor any cricket or moth!”

“Alright, aunt Sypha!”

The small group of children leaves the four adults alone, in a mass of giggling and screaming mess. You can breathe finally, laying your head over Alucard’s shoulder and watching them move away, secretly hoping your baby takes after you and your husband, and doesn’t come to be so hectic like their future peers. Chatting with your friends about your adventures and about parenthood, most of the conversations end up with mocking Trevor. You guys are really taking advantage of his intoxicated state to make fun of him. The weather is pleasant and the crackling fire sounds relax you.

You hate it, but a snort leaves your throat when one of the children approach again, rushing towards Alucard this time at least. The little boy has in his face the expression of the messenger of a king, and speaks while panting, leaving Alucard slightly worried. You fear something bad has happened, as well.

“father Alucard, Greta wants to talk to you.”

The request was not urgent or a life or death case, but the woman’s name has sent you some discomfort into your heart. It’s not like you hate Greta: she is not as close as Sypha is to you, but she is still a friend and you recognize the importance she has to the community, yet you can’t help but feel insecure whenever she is around. Even though it’s been two years since you and Adrian are together, even though you are pregnant with his child.

The blonde man places a quick kiss on your cheek, swearing he will come back as soon as possible and stands up, guided by the child towards the house Greta awaits for him. You observe him adjusting the collar of his shirt as he approaches, and you see Greta come out through the door. Even from meters afar, you notice and admit how gorgeous she looks in that traditional dress, her dark hair and bronze skin glowing under the moonlight, and the wind seems to bring her perfume to you. Almost if it was teasing your jealousness and provoking your feelings.

The leader greets Alucard with a tight hug and in this moment your heart slightly sinks. Ruminating about their possible conversation topic, you convince yourself she is just thanking him for the support he offered during these two years, and not complimenting his beautiful amber eyes or his soft blonde locks you combed yourself. She drags him to inside the small house, followed by other two villagers.

Your fists close, you start to bounce your leg in anxiety and Sypha who is much an observer, places her hand gently on yours and leans in, looking at you with tenderness:

“Y/N, calm down. He is going to talk to the elder ones. You have nothing to worry about. Greta isn’t stealing your man.”

She speaks in a laid-back tone, softly caressing your hand. You turn to face your friend but you can’t contain the concerned expression. Sypha chuckles a bit, not mocking at you, but finding your feeling extremely valid. You protest:

“I-I am not jealous, Sypha. I just---“

You can’t find better words to describe your feeling, so you just give in to Sypha’s moral lesson.

“You are jealous, Y/N. I can tell it by the pout in your face. But you know what? That’s completely understandable, dear friend. You are going through a lot of changes all over your body, it’s pretty normal.”

She leans in a little more and whispers in tone of secret:

“when I was pregnant, i argued with Trevor about anything. Even ale itself made me feel jealous of him”

Your friend takes your hand once again and continues:

“what you need to know, is that Alucard loves you no matter what. It wasn’t Greta who held him every night when his nightmares tormented him. It wasn’t Greta who took care of him at his lowest, my dear. Adrian loves you and he doesn't hide it"

You know Sypha meant every word, but why did you feel like Alucard would eventually get tired of you? Why did you think Greta would charm him with her strong sense of leadership and athletic phisique? You try to focus on something else ignoring the burning jealousy increasing and consuming your brain and on Sypha's trying to cheer you up.

You finally see Alucard step out from the cabin he entered with the leader of the village, his beautiful face beams with happiness as he chats something unhearable. Greta pulls him closer to where other young women beautifully dressed in those tradicional patterns organize themselves to start the dancing, he is probably greeting them.

The young men start playing the instruments, and the ladies dance in the rhythm. Seeing your husband idly moving his shoulders, you expect for the worst to happen. Greta takes him by his hand and starts teaching him how to move smoothly like the dancers, twirling around and expecting him to do the same. Adrian doesn't give a single glance at where you are sitting, he seems to be hypnotized by the moment.

You stand up and feel Sypha's tight grip on your wrist. You look down at her as she asks softly:

"Where are you going"

"I need to pee"

You force a smile and even if it was your intention, Sypha knew you were distancing for other motive. But she doesn't intervene, though. She just releases your wrist and focus on Trevor who seems to be in an alcoholic catalepsy by her side.

You walk towards the latrine behind the village, holding up the hem of dress so it wouldn't get stuck in the ivies underneath. Leaning against the wooden thin wall of the cabine, you feel an increasing heat take over your face and thick tears drop down from your eyes. The music of the festival sounds distant, but you can hear the people's laughing and cheering.

The crickets and night birds seem to be the only spectators of your breakdown until you hear a hoarse, unfamiliar voice approaching you.

"Why are you crying, beautiful lady?"

You pull up your head from the wall, turning to where the voice comes. The light of a torch reveals the silhouette of a man who limps towards you, speaking in an alcohol intoxicated voice.

"A beautiful lady like you shouldn't be here, all alone. Did you know the nightcreatures are still around?"

He laughs in a mischevious tone, spitting on the ground. Getting closer and closer, he sees your face and his eyes widen up, a smirk forms again in his face:

"Are you the dhampir's wife?"

You've never seen that man at the village, he has been here due to the festival, you guess. You gulp, shortly nodding your head:

"Y-yes, mister."

The man stays in silence for a while, his eyes roaming through your body like he he was chosing a piece of meat until they linger on your belly.

"You are pregnant! You are carrying that evil's seed! Your husband's race only brought disgrace to this land. This thing you carry in your womb is cursed, it has a cursed blood just like it's genitor. You are nothing but catter for that demon to spread his offspring"

Your heart sinks at the tone he speaks to you, his intoxicated breath stinging in your nose as he approaches. You can't move, your body freezes as he says:

"I will put an end on it"

He completes with a sly grin, spitting on the ground again:

"And insert mine inside this pretty belly of yours"

You try to run, but the man grabs you by your middle and starts to run his filthy hands across your cleavage. Where is Alucard? You stood with him during this thundery years and when you need him most, he is entertaining himself with Greta. You fear for your child as the man's fingers press deeper against your skin.

"If you screm, it's gonna be worse. They can't hear you"

The man whispers and all you can do is whimper.

All the while, Sypha watches the movement of people, the colors of the dancers' dresses twirling and the instruments sounds echoing to inside the forest. It's been 5 minutes and you didn't came back. She fears leaving you alone was a bad idea.

Her attention turns to Alucard who after chatting with the villagers and receiving their grateful compliments, happily heads to the bench eager to reunite with you. His face drastically changes noticing only Sypha (and a dozing off Trevor) are in there.

"Where is Y/N?"

He asks the woman, a concerned expression in his face, and he could see a slight frown or worry in Sypha's forehead, but she didn't want to alarm him by mentioning her concern.

"She went to the latrines minutes ago"

For a while, Alucard feels a little upset with your friend. She shouldn't have let you go on your own. He stays in silence for a while, deciding if he should go after you.

Your vision gets foggy by the tears, and you can't tell if the music stopped or you are just falling out of consciousness by the terror, but as the sounds of instruments finally fade completly, you scream in agony, hoping someone can hear you plead. Hoping Alucard could hear your plead.

Alucard's pupils shrink as he hears your recognizable voice and before Sypha could even ask him if he heard that too, he desappears in a figure darker than night, smoothly directing itself to where the sound of you came from. Sypha rushes after him, already closing her fists, ready to use her powers.

The drunken man slides his hand down to your womb, roughly pressing his thumbs onto your skin. You groan, tears falling down your cheeks. He is going to take the life of your so expected puiuţ.

The trees and people speed distorted as Alucard in his fog shape rushes in your rescue. His heart is filled with an unnatural rage, something he never felt before as he sees that filthy bastard hurting his beloved. Something similar to what his father might felt.

The dhampir materializes in front of the man, pushing him with anger against the stone wall of a house, the bastard couldn't even tell what was going on until he feels Alucard's piercering eyes, red as flames staring into his and his sharp fangs so close to his neck as he hisses like a serpent.

He was about to take his life when a sharp disc of ice cuts the bastard's skin. Alucard swiftly looks back and sees Sypha rushing towards you as you fall on your knees, sobbing. His attention then turns back to the man who feels the dhampir's fangs almost touching his throat.

"I am not marking this date so important for the villagers with your filthy blood. But get to know: if you touch my wife once again, i open your abdomen and wrap your guts around a tree with you alive."

This words doesn't seem to be spoken by your sweet Alucard. For a while, it feels like his father's anger for human kind took his mind and manifested phisically using his body.

He releases the drunk who limps florest inside and his eyes shift back to it's beautiful amber pigmentation, now filled with tears as he sees you broken on the ground attached to Sypha's shoulder, sobbing in shock.

"Shh... it's everything alright now, Y/N. He is gone"

Your friend rubs your back soothingly and helps you to stand up, but your arm never leaves hers until Alucard approaches, stretching his arms open to embrace you.

"Y/N! I am so sorry. I've failed you"

"H-he tried to kill our puiuţ..."

You whine and he rests his chin on top of your head, holding you tighter. He couldn't save his mother years ago, he couldn't save his father from his own madness. If he lost you to such an avoidable way, he couldn't forgive himself.

Sypha's heart sinks seeing her two friends in such a broken state. She hugs you both tightly and recomforts you, guiding you back to the festival.

No one of you including Trevor who was sleeping to the lullaby of alcohol had mood to continue in the village that night, going home was the only option. Your friends would sleep in the castle.

You didn't exchange a word way back to home until you silently opened the doors of your chambers and slowly slipped off from your dress. In the oval mirror, you could spot the two marks caused by the agressor's hands. A lump forms in your throat again, it's been q while since you don't feel your child, you fear the worst happened.

Alucard cames in, wrapping his arms around you though he hesitated for a while. He kisses your cheek and kneals down in front of you, pressing his ear against your belly.

"Can you hear it? The heartbeat... can you still hear anything?"

You speak, trying your best to not to cry being so aprehensive about his answer. He lingers a little, shifting his position and lowing down his breath.

"I can hear it."

He looks up at you, a sigh of relieve leaves your body.

"Our puiuţ is safe."

Alucard stands up after placing a kiss on your belly and wraps his arms around you, wiping away your relieved tears. You hug him tightly, sobs muffled by his chest and his tears fall over your hair as well.

"That was my fault"

You silently climb onto bed after calming down from the overwhelming night you had, and after minutes, he finally breaks the silence.

"It was my fault. If you or our baby got hurt, it would be my fault"

You didn't want to rub salt into the wound though you knew the incident was directly linked to the fact Alucard left you. Placing a hand on his shoulder, you listen to his apologize.

"I should have known you would be pissed off with me because of Greta, but it was not my intention. Forgive me, darling. I promise i will never leave your side ever again"

He turns to face you with those droopy amber eyes, tears tangled between his long eyelashes and he blinks for them to follow their flow. You cup Alucard's cheek and gives him a ressuring smile. You couldn't be mad at him.

"Accepted"

Seeing Alucard have another breakdown was the last thing you wanted to see. He wraps his arms around you, hand resting on your belly like a shield as you sleep in a deep slumber, lulled by the wind knocking on the window.

#the last paragraphs were kinda shitty #no creative juice #adrian tepes x reader #alucard x reader #reader insert

[wolfiemozart1787]

Thank you SO much

Hey, I just wanted to say to everyone who’s supporting me in this very unfortunate and just plain shitty thing that’s happening on AO3 - thank you. I really do appreciate it. AND just for those who have absolutely no idea what’s going on, I’ll explain it.

So, basically around three weeks ago I wrote and posted a smut fic on AO3 about two characters from Jackson’s Diary (if you don’t know what it is, it’s a Webtoon) and I immediately received an ENORMOUS amount of backlash, due to the fact the one of the characters was 17 - ergo, underage. I thought “well, that’s a reasonable thing to get titchy about”, so I re-tagged the work and stated in the A/N that the specific character was aged up a couple months, just to smoothen everything out. But, SURPRISE, it didn’t work. I started getting more backlash, which then turned into hate. It just kept coming and coming. At this point I was like “Jesus, how does one short fic cause all this?”. Then I received several requests (actually no, orders) to take the work down. Now, I’m new to writing fanfiction. I’ve been into reading it for maybe 4 years now, but I’ve only just started publishing works and this is the first fandom that I’ve officially joined, and I didn’t know that specific people had power over what I can and can’t write, sooo...yeah. But then, things took a turn.

I was scrolling through the fandom one day when I found a post titled “Please stop”. I was curious and clicked on it, only to find that it wasn’t an actual fanfic but a call-out post, telling all the people (aka me) who post smut fics (I literally posted ONE) to stop because it’s a.) disgusting, b.) is a basic representation of pedophilia and c.) is basically child p*rnography. Now I was astonished at these accusations. I aged up ONE character by a couple months, now I’m being called a pedophile? I explained that I myself am a minor, even younger than the underaged character, but of course that didn’t change anything. I tried to explain politely in the comments section that I didn’t mean anybody any harm whatsoever, and I was then harassed (and that’s not an overstatement) by several people, being told to take it down. So, my naive little brain couldn’t take it anymore so I took the work down. I then posted an apology. Now the reason I did this was not because I regretted writing the work, no no, it was just to stop all the goddamn disgusting comments about me. But it turns out I’d only added fuel to the fire.

I started receiving even more vile comments, some including death threats, others untruthful accusations about how I was a groomer or a child sexual abuser, others just calling me the most disgusting person alive. This had a serious effect on my mental health. I’m naturally a very happy person. I love making people laugh. I love making people smile and feel good about themselves, but now I felt like shit! I felt like I was all the things people were calling me. I was told to kill myself because everyone hated me. I don’t think there was a single supportive or positive comment on that post. I left it up for ages, until one day I came across a comment (from the same person who posted the “Please stop” fic) talking about a TikTok video about it. And I thought...”oh no”.

I IMMEDIATELY got my ass over to TikTok and saw the video, and...let’s just say I didn’t take it well. The comments were...unexplainable. Calling me the most vile words a person can be called. Accusing me of pedophilia, for the thousandth time! So many comments...horrible things said by people who don’t even know me! Judgement of my character, of my virtues, and they just kept coming. Then there was ANOTHER post by the same account, which then brought in MORE hurtful comments. By then I’d had enough. I had a full-on mental breakdown, trashing literally everything. Then anxiety started. I’m still in school, and I kept thinking “what if somebody at my school knows I did this?”. I started becoming anxious all the time, and it was all I thought about. Until somebody actually supported me and posted about the whole thing on Tumblr, which brought in SO many wonderful people! And I’ve tried explaining it to people on TikTok and AO3, but nobody will listen. But here I know people will listen. I’m sorry for sharing my whole boring story with you all, and by the way, it’s still ongoing so if you want to go have a look, it’s still up on AO3 with more comments every day!

But yeah, I just wanted to say that I really appreciate all my supporters in this difficult time, you really do make my day.

#jackson's diary #ao3 #yeah it's pretty long #i love my supporters #MY FIRST ACTUAL TUMBLR POST YAYYY #kind of a serious subject #cyber bullying #online harassment

[bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove]

A Family Trip - E.Munson

Summary - As she was stressing to get ready to host about 30 people for Christmas, her youngest son falls and breaks his arm. This means a family trip to the hospital and a mental breakdown.

Word Count - 1507

Warnings - Female Reader, use of Y/N, reader feeling like a bad mom, hospital visit, broken bones, reader breaks down a bit, mention of alcohol, stress, not proofread, set in the modern day

Author’s Note - Welcome to day 21! Only 4 days left!! For the names in this fic, I chose James for James Hetfield and David for the first two guitarists from Iron Maiden, they feel like very Eddie picked them names. I’m hoping to finish these as soon as I can but I’m not sure, I am swamped with a lot of work for my winter class. I’m pushing myself to the finish line, my friends! I’m trying! I hope you enjoy!

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The countdown had started in the Munson house, only 4 days left until Christmas. The kids were excited and their parents were excited for the holiday to be over. Eddie was sent out to go get the booze for their Christmas gathering, Y/N home with the kids who were bouncing off the walls from cookies and pure excitement and joy. She let out a sigh for what felt like a millionth time as she heard something fall over in the living room, it was something heavy which she could only assume was either the coffee table or Eddie’s recliner.

“Boys for the last time, sit and watch your movie! Please!” She begged her sons, they were carbon copies of Eddie, not a single ounce of her was put into either of those boys.

“But mommy, it’s more fun to jump around! I didn’t mean to knock the couch over!” The oldest argued his point, she let out a groan of frustration. The stress of the holidays was getting to her, trying to get everything ready for Christmas dinner, making sure the house was clean and ready, optimizing the space for over 30 people, space they didn’t have. It was all piling on top of her, Eddie was trying his best to juggle what he could, he worked for at least 10 hours a day and when he was home he was taking care of the boys, helping to keep the house clean and getting ready for the large number of people.

“Can you boys go to your room, please? And play nice? Mommy just needs a break until daddy gets home, can you do that for me?” She asked her kids who had taken notice of how upset their mom was. They both agreed, hugging her legs tightly before racing to their shared room to play.

Just as she got to prepping dinner for the night, she heard a loud bang and her youngest crying. She dropped her knife and rushed to the boys room to find her youngest on the floor holding his arm, his face bright red from crying.

“Oh baby, what happened?” She asked sympathetically as she pulled him into her arms. 

“We were sitting on the bed playing with our action figures and he leaned back and fell. When he fell I heard a crack and then he started crying,” The oldest explained.

She had looked at the bed and took note of the action figures sitting on it. She knew her son was telling the truth so she nodded, picking up the injured boy and telling the oldest to follow her to the kitchen. As she planted her little boy on the counter to look at his arm, the front door swung open to reveal her husband, his arms full of liquor for the party.

“Oh no, what happened here?” He asked his sons and wife.

“James and David were playing on the bed and James fell. David said he heard a crack when James fell,” Y/N explained.

“Looks like its a family trip to the hospital. Davey, can you be a rockstar and grab your jacket and Jamie’s jacket for me?”

“You got it daddy!” David rushed off to the coat closet, throwing the door open and quickly located his jacket and his brother’s. He was quick to grab them and bring them back to his parents and little brother who was still crying. Because it was his arm that was hurt, Eddie draped the jacket over his shoulders rather than making him put his arms through. 

As they piled into his car, Y/N had insisted she sit in the back but David promised her that he would keep his little brother safe which melted her heart. She sat up front with Eddie instead, staring off out the window for most of the ride. He squeezed her thigh gently to get her attention which seemed to work. “You okay baby? You’re spacing out on me,” Eddie asked her concerned.

“Fine honey, just stressed out,” She assured him with a tight lipped smile. He brushed it off for now but knew there was something else going on that she didn't want to talk about in front of the kids. As he pulled into the parking lot of the emergency room, he decided to pull out his cell phone and call Wayne to come get David. He hadn’t eaten dinner and he was starting to get tired, they didn’t know how long they’d be sitting and waiting. They decided to tell him once they got inside and signed in.

“But daddy, I wanna stay here. I can’t leave Jamie yet, he’s not better! I promised him I’ll be there to hold his hand if he gets scared,” David protested.

“That’s very sweet of you baby, but we don’t know how long this is gonna take. You’re hungry, right? Grandpa will give you some dinner and bring you back, that sound like a plan?” She reasoned with the 6 year old. He nodded his head vigorously before hugging his mom tight.

“Love you mommy,” He whispered to her, “You’re the best mommy ever.” She held onto her son tight as she kissed his head.

“Love you more baby. Go sit with daddy. I’ll be right back, I just have to potty.” He kissed her cheek before rushing off to his dad. She found her way to the bathroom where she allowed herself to cry for a bit. She had felt like a bad mom today, like she didn’t deserve the boys she had. She sniffled and willed herself to stop crying when she heard a knock on the door. “Just a minute!” She called.

“It’s me, baby. Can you open the door for me? Wayne’s with the boys waiting,” Eddie asked through the door, he waited until he heard the lock turn before letting himself in. He pouted when he saw the state his wife was in. “What’s wrong baby? What’s got you so upset?”

“Am I a bad mom?” She asked between sniffles.

“Not at all! Are you kidding, you’re the best mom! Those boys absolutely adore you! Where is this coming from?”

“I just got so frustrated with them today, they were making a mess of the house after we had just cleaned, knocked the couch over, they were screaming most of the day, it was just too much. I couldn’t handle it so I told them to go to their room and of course not even five minutes later James falls and breaks his arm and of course David feels like crap which makes me feel like crap and it’s too much feeling. I just need a break from feeling for a day so I can get shit done before Christmas,” She vented.

“That does NOT make you a bad mom. Trust me, I had a bad mom. The hyperness may have been my fault because I did give them cookies before I left the house. They’re kids, baby, they’re excited because Santa’s coming and they’re getting new toys and seeing their family. I know it’s stressful, but that doesn’t make you a bad mom. I know you feel like James getting hurt was your fault but I can assure you that it’s not, it was an accident and accidents happen. You are a great mom, never think otherwise.” She hugged her husband as tight as she could, taking in his scent and heartbeat before pulling away. She pecked his lips before wiping her cheeks and under her eyes, blowing her nose and looking at herself in the mirror.

Once she was ready, she flicked the lock again and opened the door, making her way back to the waiting room where Wayne was sitting with both boys in his lap. He shot her a smile and a little wave as she approached. He spoke up as she sat down beside him, “How are you darling?” He asked her, kissing the side of her head after asking.

“Getting there, been a hell of a day,” She chuckled.

“Mommy, you said a bad word!” James called her out, making the adults laugh.

“James Munson? We’re ready for you,” A nurse called out. Y/N had grabbed her 4 year old from Wayne, her and Eddie following the nurse.

“What about grandpa and Davey?” James asked sweetly.

“They’re gonna wait out there for us. Grandpa promised to bring you a happy meal and Davey said he'll give you his toy,” Eddie assured his little boy.

“Okay daddy!”

It took nearly 3 hours but finally James had a cast on his arm choosing red for the color. When they got back to the waiting room, they found David curled up in Wayne’s lap fast asleep and Wayne himself asleep. It was then that she realized that her life was always going to be hectic. Raising two boys who were exactly like their father and their father who was like a child right with them. But she wouldn’t change it for the world.

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie st4 #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #wayne munson #dad!eddie x mom!reader #dad!eddie munson #eddie munson fan fiction #stranger things

[auromelt]

thoughts on if suzaki somehow got adopted by oya????

i see him more as a suzuran guy i don’t actually think he’d fit into oya well unless he was having a Real Serious mental breakdown and they were the ones to help him out of it lol. i can see him being friends with at least fujio though and he knows that if anything happens to him at senomon he’ll have a safe place at oya

i have headcanons though 😭

oya!suzaki:

first he and amagai are Done in this scenario. they’ve split, it’s over. suzaki hates the way they went out, but what can he really do? where will he ever be wanted and needed again?

oya heard about it from their silly little intel guy and it’s just not right. no matter how they individually feel about senomon’s guard dog, he doesn’t deserve to be thrown out with the trash, not after everything he did for amagai. it’s this that drives fujio to extending a hand out for him.

did i mention suzaki would look hot as fuck in black? anyways.

a lot of the oya guys are probably pretty mistrustful of him. i mean, as expected, he did play an active role in abducting and almost killing their #2. i like to imagine fujio would trust him and prompt the others to treat him nicely which nobody really takes kindly to. it’s because of this that fujio might be the only person he’s willing to speak to properly. things do improve with time of course

strangely, of all people, tsukasa is quite fond of him. he’ll make conversation with suzaki too but suzaki is soooo awkward with him because of the aforementioned kidnapping thing

we saw in the movie that suzaki is Strong, like a one-man army, 3-on-1 kinda strong. having him definitely elevates oya’s fighting prowess. he’s a lot like the hope hill guys in the sense that from a very young age he’s had to learn to fight for himself and win a place away from the bottom to survive. without having to protect a useless crybaby, his full potential is unlocked and he essentially displaces fujio at the top. i mean did we watch the same movie? he took on todoroki and odajima at the same time and still had the ability to go against fujio and probably would’ve won if the power of friendship was on his side… or if amagai’s irritating ass didn’t wake the dead

he doesn’t replace fujio as the leader. his experiences with senomon and amagai have built immense loyalty within himself and this loyalty has projected onto fujio now. at his core, suzaki is built to serve and protect. he’ll protect fujio with all he has because fujio was kind to him when no one else was. he helps in defending fujio’s place, never steps beyond that

he doesn’t officially join any factions, he has a hard time with people and everyone’s still kinda scared of him. he mostly works alone and corresponds with fujio. still, despite not having anything to defend but himself, he’s always at the beck and call of tsukasa faction

speaking of todoroki he and suzaki do Not get along. their personalities just clash horribly but rather than conflict, the two just ignore each other unless they need to work together. i think they’d probably have some level of respect for each other and honestly they’re probably more alike than they believe themselves.

suzaki would look so good in black

hm… he’s also strangely nice to jamuo. jamuo is terrified of him but i think suzaki would find him quite interesting. he was never much of an intel guy, that was saboten’s job in senomon and he sucked at it, only ever really able to force information out through beating people up. he’ll absolutely defend jamuo from the people who like picking on him

when amagai actually does find out what suzaki’s been up to, he’s furious of course. but he doesn’t have his guard dog anymore and he’s just stuck with the absolutely useless senomon high students. amagai would absolutely feel like oya stole what’s his, even if he was the one to throw suzaki out in the first place. against what is probably smart, amagai goes directly to oya to find suzaki and confront him and take him back because suzaki was supposed to be a stray dog he wasn’t supposed to move on. amagai can’t stand that.

when he reaches oya, i think yasukiyo would be the ones to greet him 🤔 with a punch to the face. tsukasa handles amagai’s intrusion, telling him to get out before they show him what they do to intruders on their home turf. amagai demands to see suzaki but suzaki won't see him, hiding away within earshot. amagai calls him a coward and tells him it’s not over and that he’ll get back at suzaki somehow. i think oya would probably have their big realisation of what suzaki’s been through at that moment, listening to the way amagai speaks to him and threatens him, seeing the genuine sickness and fear on suzaki’s expression. suddenly, the guard dog looks more like an abandoned puppy.

he does come out as amagai leaves, telling him to leave oya alone. the people standing close to him can see the unbreakable suzaki ryo shake, can see how scared he is, but he defends fujio against the person who scarred him anyways

after that he gets along better with oya, they realise that despite their past, despite everything, suzaki’s loyalty rests with them

you know what? i said i didn’t see the vision so idk how i wrote this much and now i’ve low key kinda convinced myself? 😭 anyways i hope this is satisfactory!

#🦙 anons #high & low #high&low #suzaki ryo #high & low the worst x #high&low the worst x #oya high

[everythingwasnormalhere]

Headcanons for Butters?

got asked for butters twice so giving him priority >:3

tw: abuse

this is canon: his parents fucking suck

and they progressively get worse as he grows up

at 11-12 starts trying to revel

small things only, like wearing small stuff he likes or hanging out with his friends for longer than what he's allowed to

he slowly changes his style to goth (~13yo)

and the goths adopt him, for a period of a few months in which he becomes real hardcore

but he grows tired of being sad all the time

then his style evolves into something closer to punk? he's not trying to fit into any aesthetic tho, just what's more comfortable/cooler (~14yo)

like, still dark and all but doesn't mind adding extra colors :)

back to his parents, this causes a shit ton of trouble with them

they beat him up and grounded him one day when he returned home at 2am reeking cigarrete (he was hanging out with the goth kids)

(that happened more often but this time his parents were even angrier than usual) (also he was 13 idk if yall got it but anyway)

then they locked him up in his room, as in literally locked him up

he stayed there sobbing for a couple hours but then he got fed up

he climbed out his window and ran to kenny's house

cuz he was panicking and had no idea of who else he could turn to

he told kenny what happened and so kenny let butters stay at his for as long as he wanted

since then butters almost doesn't spend any time at his parents' house

instead he sleeps at a friend's, mostly kenny, stan, and craig

jimmy and kyle would offer too but their parents wouldn't approve and/or would tell the stotchs

at 14 he got his ears pierced by kenny

they looked fucking awesome (slay)

obviously leaving home caused him sm mental issues

he has breakdowns real often, his friends have grown used to help him out with these

he can't stand loud noises for the life of him

has autism (diagnosed), C-PTSD and bipolar-2 (undiagnosed)

his hair is always dyed funky bright colors ✨

his favs are magenta and purple

he even convinced kenny to let him dye highlights on his own :)

he also wears silly little trinkets everywhere

he has big black boots (with huge platforms slay) and they're full of stickers and tiny charms

and he loves wearing fishnets :)

he wears eyeliner all the time! he makes it look so pretty istg

he has the scar from the shuriken incident + is basically blind on that eye, but he doesn't mind it anymore

he has a great relationship with all the boys at school!

besides cartman, butters learnt what he did to him and so now he hates him

he's tryna fix what he did to girls too, his relationship with them is slowly improving

him and heidi rant about cartman's bs to each other quite often

they're sorta besties

butter's best friend is definitely kenny but heidi is the one he's closest to at least out of the girls

at school he's mid at everything

he enjoys more artsy classes because they're more fun tho :)

he likes painting and writing

he's been questioning his gender for a while, currently he goes by all pronouns to try them out (I'm only using he/him here to not make it confusing TwT)

he's pansexual :3

and possibly asexual? or some kid of ace-spec probably

he still goes out as chaos from time to time

kenny, clyde and him are actually the only ones who still go out as their supersonas

he and kenny bond with craig over their shared autism :3

it's a huge spectrum and they're each at one completely different point of it, but they still relate to each other and they like that :D

he does know how to swear, but he doesn't do it

besides on special occassions :)

whenever he swears everyone around him is so shocked

"wHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN CURSE"

butters loves this XD

i think that's it! not counting his parents he's having a great time :)

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“More than mind control” with ibvs? I’m not sure what it means, but I’m curious.

(This was so fun, mostly because I love the concept of the darkness talking to him. Also, Nevin is so fun to torture! BY THE WAY! I did not know what it meant either, but apparently, it's where someone it tortured or tormented to the point where they break mentally, and then their mind is taken over. WHICH IS SO MESSED UP.)

Alone, Nevin was alone, curled up in his bed, shaking like a leaf. There was no comfort in reach. His Aubela was at work, Chris was grounded, and he didn't want to risk getting the boy in any more trouble this week. Not that he had the strength to walk to his house anyway. He'd lost that hours ago, and Drew had stormed off in a huff again after another fight that had spurred this little breakdown on. The painful memories and thoughts that usually flashed through his head when this happened had manifested into full-blown hallucinations by this point, choking on the blackness that was seeping out of everywhere. His eyes, his nose, his mouth, and ears. His throat hurt from coughing and choking and gagging, and his eyes stung from tears. It hurt. It was agony. He didn't know if he could hold out until Drew got home this time. He didn't have the strength to search for his phone. So he had to hold on. He had to... but the will to do so was starting to die when the voices started. "Just let go." a quiet voice whispered, and it sounded so soothing he almost wanted to listen after these hours of torment. "No.." he tried to brush it off. "This is your fault, you know." it continued much to his distress, "You're pathetic and alone, and it's your own fault. " it spat at him, making him curl in on himself a little more. "You try so hard to protect the ones you love, and you always fail! And you know why you always fail? Because you're the monster, you're the thing they need to stay away from. and you can't protect them from yourself, no matter how hard you try, child." No... no... he tried to shake the voice away, he didn't want to listen, he was so tired so desperate for someone, anyone to come home he almost prayed. "You hurt everything you touch, and you know it. That's why you won't let anyone close, and that hurts them, too! It's pathetic." it hissed, "Stop..." he croaked out, and his voice was so weak and hoarse he barely recognized it as his. It didn't sound like him... but...

"He would be better off without you, you know... But me? I can actually protect him." He was so tired, so so tired, "just sleep, child, no one will miss you." it cooed mockingly, and Nevin couldn't find it in himself to argue anymore. everything hurt so bad. It was the worst pain he'd ever felt emotionally and physically. "After all your own brother said so himself." If Nevin was thinking logically, he'd laugh at that. He knew his brother. He knew even if those words had stung, Drew didn't mean them. But he wasn't thinking logically anymore. or at all... So those words hit like a knife through his heart. He choked out a little sob at the thought that he was so awful even Drew didn't love him anymore.. Everything was so hazy, thinking hurt too much, everything hurt too much. There was nothing left but pain... So against his better judgment... "Give in..." he listened. His vision blurred, and his eyes slowly drifted shut as he finally gave in, letting the darkness swallow him whole.

"Nevin?" Drew called out from the front door. Guilt had been eating away at him all night. His brothers behavior was irritating, but even so, he felt bad for having said something so cruel. And it was about time he apologized for it. It was late, but usually Nevin waited up for him. No matter how angry the older twin was, he always waited up for Drew. So when he walked into a silent, dark living room, his heart immediately dropped. He heard creaking in the kitchen. Like someone was walking around. Maybe Nevin was too upset for words. he got like that sometimes where he knew if he spoke, he'd say something bad , so he simply wouldn't speak until he was calm. And yet, that reasonable explanation didn't make the sinking feeling leave. "Nevin..?" He whispered as he peaked his head into the kitchen. He was there facing away from him, standing in front of the sink silently. "...Nev I...I'm really sorry. I didn't mean it. I was... sometimes you're just!..." he sighed. "I'm sorry." he repeated as he gently grabbed his brothers shoulder and was startled by how cold it felt. So...so cold.. It was then that he registered that there was no color around Nevin. None at all... "It's okay, Drew. I'm not mad." His voice sounded...off. Everything was off, and suddenly those icy arms were wrapped around him, and he couldn't help but shudder.

"He's sorry too."

#ibvs posts #ibvs #nevin jovel #isaac beamer versus the supernatural #drew jovel #Sorry it took so long Work sucks

[crinkled-emotions]

Day 10: "Talk to me, Goose."

I'm so behind it's not funny but I spent a little extra time working this one. The original prompt is here:

I did end up reworking it a little. I hope that's okay.

Warnings: Rooster and Maverick discussing Goose's ejection, Rooster having a chat with a psychologist (mentioned)

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“How is he?”

“Very lucky. Cuts and bruises, maybe a broken rib or three. He’s staying tonight for observation, they think he could also have a concussion.”

Maverick tilted his head toward the closed exam room door.

“Go on. I’ll talk to the others. Are you going to be okay?”

“Just glad he’s gonna be alright, sir. Uh, Mav... are you... this was really similar to-“

“-go and see your friend; I’m fine.”

Maverick waved off the younger aviator despite the building anxiety, taking a deep breath. The Lieutenant stepped into the hospital room and Maverick rounded the corner back into the main waiting area.

“Where is he?”

-

Stepping into the bathroom only a couple metres from the exam room, Maverick paused to splash water on his face. It was reminiscent of when Viper had come to tell him-

Come to inform him-

Come to express his condolences.

“Mav?”

He startled to attention, wheeling around to check the stalls. Rookie mistake; you always check the stalls before you have a mental breakdown.

Sure enough, Coyote and Hangman were standing by the stalls, both with crestfallen looks on their faces. Neither looked like they’d been sick, nor were they panicking. Maverick tried to recall who he’d seen in the waiting area; Phoenix and Bob had been huddled together as they always were, and Payback was going in to see how Fanboy was doing. They’d ejected, but something had gone wrong and Fanboy’s parachute had fallen over him to the point it had almost drowned him. Payback had clung to him and screamed until medevac could get them out-

“Mav...”

That was Coyote; of course it was. Coyote, who kept Hangman in check, teased Phoenix in a way that only made her smile rather than frown in frustration, who called Rooster out when he-

Rooster.

“Move.”

Coyote and Hangman stepped aside, giving Maverick room to step into the stall. Rooster was leaning on the wall, knees drawn to his chest and head in his hands. He briefly glanced up when Maverick approached, eyes rimmed red and cheeks flushed.

“You look like shit, Mav,” he deadpanned. Maverick sighed.

“Bradley...”

“Don’t Bradley me; I’m fine. I... are you?”

“God no. You don’t look much better.”

By the door, Coyote and Hangman exchanged looks.

“We’re going to... go get coffee for everyone... you two want some?” Hangman eventually asked. Both shook their heads.

“Maybe grab some water, if you can find some?” Maverick suggested. Coyote put a hand on Hangman’s shoulder.

“Let’s go, man.”

The pair quietly (for once) made their way out of the bathroom, letting the door close behind them. With them gone, Rooster turned to Maverick.

“Y’know I had no idea about the full details until Hangman told everyone?”

“You wouldn’t fly off the handles like that if you’d known everything.”

Maverick reached over, slowly placing his hand on the back of Rooster’s neck. They sat together, shoulder to shoulder, in silence for a moment. Rooster scrubbed at his eyes, sighing.

“It was exactly like I dreamed it was. Today, I mean, it was exactly like what I thought happened to dad.”

“Oh, Bradley...”

Maverick swallowed, rubbing firm circles over his back. He could feel the minute tremors wracking through his godson’s body and he made sure to keep physical contact because that was the only thing that used to help his panic attacks when he was younger. He’d read Bradley’s file; there was no mention of panic attacks so he could have grown out of them.

Looking at him now, Maverick could see the way this was quickly becoming one.

“Hangman and Coyote take you in here?” Maverick asked him softly. Bradley shook his head.

“They’re the only ones who also read the docs; knew I’d be having a hard time.”

He glanced over at Maverick.

“I wish I’d never gotten curious. Ever since I heard Payback screaming over comms it feels like the words are constantly replaying in my head.”

Maverick hummed.

“It feels like I’m never gonna dry off again,” he confessed, “like I’m always going to be the guy walking into the hospital soaked to the bone.”

Rooster’s eyes looked like they were far away; no one could blame him.

-

“Hey; are you ready for today?”

“Fuck no.”

Phoenix hummed, reaching down to tie her boots. Rooster stayed by her bedroom door, and when she stood upright she frowned at him.

“Are you alright?”

“Guess so,” Rooster murmured. Phoenix patted his arm.

“You don’t have to do this if you’re not ready. It’s okay not to be ready.”

“What about Fanboy, huh? He’s the one that nearly died.”

“Yeah but he doesn’t have nightmares about his dad’s death.”

Phoenix gestured toward her living area.

“You came here because you couldn’t sleep, right? Because of the nightmares?”

“Phoenix-“

Rooster swallowed, turning on his heel.

“See you in class.”

He was gone before Phoenix could call after him or tell him to go home; she’d stayed with him the first night after Fanboy’s accident, then she’d woken early that morning to find he was coming in to crash on her couch because he didn’t want to wake Maverick or sleep in an empty house. She sighed, grabbing her jacket as an afterthought before following Rooster out to their cars.

-

“You... look like shit.”

“Thanks, Bob, I really appreciate that.”

Bob rolled his eyes, stepping over the bench in the locker room to sit beside Rooster.

“No, seriously. You look like shit. When was the last time you slept?”

“I don’t want to talk about it Bob.”

“Rooster...”

Bob sighed.

“If you’re not ready, you’re not ready. No one’s gonna ask questions; we were all there.”

“I’m good. I swear, I’m fine.”

Bob scoffed.

“Sure man, and I’m best buddies with Hangman.”

He stood, grabbing his helmet and leaving Rooster to his own devices. He reached for his phone, checked the time, and then scrambled to get ready. They had a hop planned for the morning and then a second later in the afternoon which were just to make sure that everyone was okay to get back in the air after Payback and Fanboy’s accident. It had been decided that Rooster, Phoenix and Bob were going first to try and work out whatever kinks were between them (that came out wrong... eh) but Maverick was going up shortly after with Coyote and Hangman to make sure that they were alright too. Phoenix had quietly suggested that Maverick and Rooster be separated for the first hop for the good of both of them and to her surprise they’d gone along with it. Payback was staying on the ground for the next couple of days to recover as well but he’d also been booked for a hop with Maverick pending his psych eval. He swore up and down that he was okay but after his own accident back in 86, Maverick wanted to hear it from a professional first.

-

“Alright, let’s check in. Phoenix and Bob?”

“All systems go, Maverick,” Phoenix replied. She did her last check of the systems and glanced over her shoulder at Bob who smiled and nodded.

“All systems green, Mav,” he agreed. Maverick checked his radio and then frowned when he realised he couldn’t see Rooster moving around in his jet. He was sitting completely still and Maverick waved his hands at him then sighed.

The joys of being short.

“Rooster, are you there?”

The radio was probably the smarter choice. He could see Phoenix glancing through the window of her jet to check on him, Bob finally looking over too and reaching for his own comms.

“Mav he’s hyperventilating; you better get up there.”

Maverick waved down one of the techs who pulled the ladder to Rooster’s jet back down, giving Maverick access to the cockpit. He managed to get Rooster to open the canopy and sat on the edge, hand on his shoulder. Rooster’s chest rapidly moved as he kept his hands away from the joystick and any of the other buttons he enjoyed playing with more than Hangman’s. He reached his hands out and made contact with Maverick’s flight suit, shakily working it between his fingers.

“You’re alright. Look at me, kid. It’s okay. Feel my breathing, shhhhh...”

Maverick worked his helmet off for him and ran his fingers through Rooster’s hair, trying to keep his attention.

“Breathe Bradley, just try to focus on your breathing. I’m gonna unzip your suit a little to give you some room to breathe, yeah?”

Maverick carefully undid the safety clasp on Rooster’s flightsuit then unzipped it about halfway down his chest. He stopped to just watch Rooster for a moment then turned to glance over his shoulder to the ground. He wasn’t surprised to find Phoenix and Bob down there, but he was surprised to Hangman and Coyote also waiting.

“What’s goin’ on up there?” Coyote called. Phoenix looked anxiously between the others and Maverick, borderline ready to get up there herself. Hangman and Coyote stood on either side of her and Bob, ready to stop Phoenix.

“It’s all good, kids. Go inside; me and Rooster are just gonna sit here a minute.”

The four on the ground exchanged looks, and then shrugged.

“Okay... be careful.”

They wandered off and Maverick turned his attention back to Rooster. His eyes didn’t look as wild, and his breathing had settled but now he just looked pale. He slowly turned to Maverick, brows furrowed.

“Am I ever going to get past this?”

-

With Rooster safely back on the ground and in the shower, Maverick made his way into the kitchen and set about fixing a sandwich. He found the bread, and the butter... but then he saw the cutting board Carole and Goose had been gifted by his parents for their first wedding anniversary and he took a deep breath to centre himself as he leaned on the kitchen sink.

“Talk to me, Goose. Could really use a little advice right now.”

“I don’t think dad would have much to say; he was always the hugger parent.”

Maverick whipped around. Rooster stood by the entrance to the kitchen, sweatpants and a hoodie on with his hair back to its natural soft waves rather than gelled straight. He shrugged, joining Maverick by the window facing the backyard he used to play in; now he drank beer, played guitar and on... more than one occasion, got so high he wasn’t buried with the grief of losing his parents at a young age.

“You’re right; your dad used to hear you cry and instead of being tired or maybe a little frustrated he would just hold you.”

Maverick nudged his shoulder, taking a seat at the dining table.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked quietly. Bradley shook his head.

“I don’t want to think about it.”

“Roos you had a panic attack before you could even get in the air; that’s twice in what? A couple days?”

“Mav,” he sighed, “I just said-“

“-I know and I hear you, but this isn’t something we can sweep under the rug. These aren’t the same as your panic attacks when you were a kid, it’s different and I know it’s because of what happened with Fanboy.”

“Fuck, Maverick, what do you want me to say? That I could have not read the paperwork, not read your statement? Not seen Fanboy nearly die due to drowning? Goddamn, what else, fuck I ejected myself and I don’t remember feeling like this. I just- I-“

Rooster slammed his hand on the dining table and Maverick reached out to put a hand on his shoulder.

“What do you need right now? One phone call and I can have psych assess you, or we can go for a walk, we could get takeout...”

“Can we just... sit on the sofa and watch reruns? Like we used to?”

Maverick swallowed the concern and the need to yell at his godson to get the help he needed. He gently touched Bradley’s hand.

“Of course, Roos. If that is what you need, that’s what we’ll do.”

They headed over to said couch; Maverick sat up but Rooster kicked his feet up into Maverick’s lap, rested his head on the arm and then promptly fell asleep.

Maverick couldn’t say he blamed him.

-

The second, third and fourth attempt to get in the air didn’t go much better. Eventually Cyclone requested a psych eval and no one was surprised when Rooster quietly struggled his way through it. He went to see his parents’ graves, and then spent some time in flight simulations to try and soothe his nerves. He’d never had this problem, not even really when they’d simulated water ejections in flight school and for a split second he’d gotten stuck underwater in the tank.

Eventually Fanboy got cleared to go back in the air and he did it with eagerness, ready to overcome whatever lasting anxieties he had. The others had all been flying for weeks at that point but the psychologist on base had gently suggested that the accident had triggered something in Rooster’s mind and that if he wanted to get back into a jet, he’d have to put some hard work in. It wasn’t going to be pleasant.

So he did.

And it wasn’t.

He returned to his better eating habits, he tried to improve his sleeping schedule (as best he could whilst still being in the Navy) and he tried to make sure he was in the gym at least once every two days as much as he hated it. He spent time with Maverick reminiscing about his childhood and he spent time making new memories to replace the grief of the old. He came to work and learned more about what it was to be a half decent aviator and then he got used to being back in his jet.

When the fifth attempt looked like it was going to be like the others, Fanboy climbed the wing himself and sat, waving at Rooster.

“Get your ass in the air!” He yelled, “someone’s gotta kick Hangman down a couple pegs!”

“Get off the wing!” Rooster yelled.

It was like something had finally clicked and he started the take off process. Fanboy scrambled down to get clear, jogging back to the others standing by the hangar.

“Please tell me he’s going up,” Phoenix murmured. Bob nudged her shoulder.

“Give him time.”

“I can’t look.”

She turned her back but the others watched on with baited breath.

Then they heard the roar of the jet engine and smiled.

Finally.

-

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[rehfan]

The Steddie Throuple fic is DONE.

Below is only the first part. Read the WHOLE THING on AO3 HERE.

Choosing to Be Brave

Pairing: Steddie X Fem!Reader; Steddie X AFAB!Reader

Characters: Steve Harrington X Eddie Munson X Reader (fem! AFAB!)

Warnings: smut talk for this portion — see AO3 posting for full tagged warnings please — 18+ only please — young readers no no no! DNI!

Summary: (from Tumblr post/prompt) Eddie watches Steve eat you out like he’s starved

Chapter One Word Count: 1611 // Entire Work Word Count: 7260 — ONLY TWO CHAPTERS IN TOTAL

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CHAPTER ONE

“You want to do what?”

Eddie’s soulful eyes burned into you. He knew you would cave. He knew what power those eyes had over you. You felt yourself melt a little and you knew you were done for. Your gut twisted with nerves. You knew he was only asking, not demanding, but the pressure you had put on yourself was overwhelming and you felt a little sick.

Until now, you, Steve, and Eddie had only kissed and felt each other up. Frottage at most was what was happening in your throuple relationship - at least just between you and the fellas. You were the interloper in their already established relationship; or at least, that’s how you felt. Your skittishness toward the physical extended to the point that you only met with them one at a time, per your insistence.

Because they had already been together before you got involved, it had taken you almost a year as their friend, with you contemplating becoming their girlfriend, to come to terms with the idea of polyamory, the concept of which had been totally foreign to you before you met these two and so they had sat you down to explain it to you.

They were both bisexual and had both been instantly attracted to you upon meeting you. When you first met, you knew they were together and had just assumed both were gay, but when, a few months into knowing you, they both approached you and explained their preferences for both men and women - and specifically their preference for you - you were taken aback. You felt totally blindsided by them. After all, they had become good friends with you and it was… weird to be thought of as anything more.

Respectfully, they had stepped back but left the door of possibility open for you at any time. In the meantime, they continued to be your friend, getting to know you better as the days went by and being as patient as they could for you because they were convinced you were worth it.

Now, a year later, you could see the wonderful possibilities of a strong, communicative relationship with both of these men. With Eddie you had wonderful nights out to concerts and clubs, a mutual appreciation of microbrews, and a love of vintage cars and motorcycles. With Steve, you could head off to sporting events and go out dancing in your best dresses and high heels. And with both of them, you had two hands to hold during scary films and wonderful conversations. Everything was fantastic: what one wasn’t interested in, the other was and you found yourself pleased that all of your interests could be engaged with both of them.

And they loved your company. Eddie was teasing and brash, Steve softer and kind. They were adorable together too. Recently, they had decided that you shouldn’t have to cook for your birthday week and had traded off days where each would make something for you. It became almost competitive and absolutely hysterical for you to watch when, on the last day, they attempted to bake you a cake from scratch. You were well out of the line of fire when the frosting started flying and gripping your sides with cackling laughter when they finally presented the sugary disaster to you. You ended up kissing them both deeply in front of each other that day - something that had never happened before. As you broke the second kiss, both men looking at you hopefully, you excused yourself to your own room and had a small mental breakdown. You created that situation and were instantly overwhelmed by it.

The next morning, things were as they had always been. The boys were fine. You relaxed about it. Life went back to normal. Only it wasn’t normal. You had broken a barrier and weren’t sure what to do now but wait it out and see if they eventually got fed up with you.

You thanked the gods above that they had each other to work out their frustrations on. You could only imagine how they were in the bedroom with each other. Well, you didn’t have to imagine — Steve’s bedroom wall was shared with yours and the boys weren’t quiet. But they seemed content with what they had with one another and that gave you some solace.

Even so, you worried that they were becoming frustrated with your lack of participation, but they never said. Each greeted you with a kiss good morning and a kiss good night. Each touched you affectionately throughout the day. Each spoke pleasantly to you and with each other. There were no problems that either one of them were telling you about, even at your weekly check-in meetings - otherwise known as Friday night dinner. You, on the other hand, knew that the more time that went by with nothing from you, the more these boys would reconsider being with you. Men had needs, after all.

The one time you managed to have both of them in bed with you, all three of you had been dead asleep and fully clothed having come from an out-of-town gig for Corroded Coffin that lasted well past midnight, made a packet of money for the boys, involved you and Steve acting as roadies, and ended the evening waylaid by a busted tire on the highway that took thirty minutes to fix and wound up getting all of you back to your shared apartment well after 2pm. You had to admit: the snuggle factor was tremendous with both boys buffeting either side of you as you slept and the added warmth that cold night in January was another high point.

But nothing had happened. Both of them were too exhausted to try, plus they had this incredible code of respect for you. When you woke in the morning, the only sensation was one of warm comfort. Steve had smiled at you through sleepy eyes. You had brushed his hair out of his face and kissed him. But that’s all. He had stretched and yawned and had gotten up to make breakfast, leaving you to wake Eddie. He had slept like the dead. You had peppered his face with kisses until he had started to come around and had wrestled you in the bed, causing you to yelp and giggle. It had been the best morning you had spent in the entirety of your relationship.

But that was January and now it was March. Even though both men had not given you the slightest hint that they were dissatisfied, you felt in your gut that you were on thin ice. You had to conquer your insecurities when it came to the bedroom or you were going to lose them both, you just knew it. You had to choose to be brave and trust they would be good to you. That’s all there was to it.

Friday dinner had been consumed and dishes cleared away when you awkwardly cleared your throat. “Uh, fellas?” Steve was washing the dishes, Eddie drying, and you were wiping down the table. Both turned to you. God, they were beautiful.

Eddie’s forehead crinkled, “What’s wrong, princess?”

“I was thinking, uh…” Jesus, this was difficult.

Steve looked at Eddie and Eddie did the same. Each was just as mystified as the other. Eyebrows raised on both sides, they regarded you again, abandoning the dishes and coming to you. Eddie on your right, Steve on your left, you didn’t feel intimidated, you felt safe and at home. Still, the words to explain yourself wouldn’t come.

Suddenly, you had an idea to take the power out of your hands and place it into theirs. “I was wondering: what’s one fantasy you’ve had about me in bed?”

Steve and Eddie exchanged another surprised look. “Don’t look so pleased, you idiots,” you said, blushing. “I’m just asking because I… I mean. I might be… willing…”

“Oh Steve,” said Eddie, “I gotta hand it to you man, you were right: wait and she will come.” He leaned in toward your ear. “Only question is how hard you want to come.”

You felt yourself blush again and a warmth spread to your belly, wetness to your cunt.

“Jesus, man!” said Steve.

You couldn’t look them in the eye. “I just wanted to know.” Your voice was small.

Fingers were under your chin, pulling your head up and to your left. Steve. His sweet brown eyes met yours. “Are you sure, baby? I mean, we have a pretty active imagination when it comes to you.” You got even more wet than before and you pressed your thighs together to help give yourself some relief.

“Listen,” Steve went on, “we were waiting for you, it’s true. We can continue to wait. We are nothing if not patient. Because we know that when you are ready, you are going to be divine.”

“Completely delicious,” added Eddie, huffing his warm breath against your neck. You closed your eyes slowly and re-opened them. Steve was still regarding you with his thumb and finger under your chin.

“He’s not wrong,” agreed Steve. “But you want to know one fantasy I have? Just to know it? Not to do it, but just to hear about it?” You nodded. “Well…” Here he glanced up at Eddie. “Actually, I’ve always wanted you…naked, splayed out before me, and I want to… eat you out.”

Eat. You. Out. You couldn’t breathe for a moment. Your heart stopped for a full five seconds, you were sure of it.

Eddie’s breath stuttered. “And uh… I know we’re taking things slow and everything, but if you’d let me… watch?”

“You want to do what?”

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Want the rest? LINK TO AO3 HERE. Enjoy!

Tagged Folks: @chickensinrainboots / @ali-r3n / @silky-luxe / @harrys-tittie

#steddie x reader #steddie #stranger things #throuple #fanfic #fanfiction #fandom #writing #steve harrington #eddie munson #fem!reader #afab!reader #joe keery #joe quinn #jospeh quinn #joseph keery #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 author

[honeystwiggypeach]

Request: Hii it’s 🦋 aone can I please request a part 2 of https://honeystwiggypeach.tumblr.com/post/695294402909831168/hello-ive-seen-your-work-about-haikyuu-dads-as of for kuroo where we do get with Kenma and just co parent with kuroo and maybe an alternative ending for suna and ushijima (I hope your hand heals very good 😊)

Hi 🦋anon!!! I can definitely do this!!! Tysm for requesting sorry it took so long I was contemplating the Ushijima and Tendou part so I’ll probably write a fic with those two later!!(may not be those two may be another pairing!!)

Tw- getting over people, Suna says homewrecker(like the actual word😭)ushijima gendou and reader are heavily heavily heavily implied to be polyamorous and inevitably get together, cursing, fluff after angst, Anywho let me know if I missed anything!!!

Kuroo

When Kuroo had left the park you couldn’t help but breakdown, what was he thinking saying that kind of thing, and to you one of the nicest people Kenma has ever met?

He never understood it so almost a full three months later when you and Kenma are sat beside eachother on the couch watching one of your favorite series again for what feels like the thousandth time you hear a little knock.

Kenma gave you a small smile before pausing the tv pushing himself off the couch.

You watch as he furrows his brows looking at the door.

“Kuroo?” He asks, and he looks the worst he ever has, he’s got eye bags, his hair is disheveled and Kenma’s almost certain that he’s in pajama pants paired with his button down.

“Kenma” he breathes out trying to see over his shoulder, “is y/n here? I need to apologize!”

You stand up a little patting your sons back when you hear him whine.

He glances at the matching rings that adorn both yours and Kenma’s fingers and he knows it’s to late to salvage the tiniest bit of a romantic relationship the two of you had but he’s praying it’s not to late to create a coparenting relationship between the three of you.

And from that in, that’s what the three of you did, every other week, Kuroo spent with his son, at first it was really difficult for him to accept that you’d moved on, he’d have to mentally prepare himself in the parking lot almost an hour before going to get his boy, and he absolutely dreaded seeing Kenma practically hang off of you when that was all he wanted to do less than a month ago, and he especially couldn’t stand the way that everything your precious boy did reminded him of you, but eventually with lots of time he got over it, he met an incredibly sweet person and told you about them king before he wanted them to meet his son to ensure you were ok with others being in the baby’s life and before he knew it he was moving on and establishing a healthy co parenting relationship with you Kenma and his s/o!

Suna

He wasn’t sure what was happening to him, seeing you again stirred up lots of emotions, but he wasn’t a homewrecker, you seemed happy with Osamu and he couldn’t help but feel like that may have been the happiest he could imagine one of his kids as being yet he still knows it was pretty shitty of him to do everything he’s done in the past.

So that’s why when he goes into the shop this morning he asks to talk to both Osamu and you when the shop closes.

What results is probably one of the most civil talks you’d ever had with Suna. Your daughter was up playing in her room.

When he’d first bought up co parenting you and Osamu shared a look, “Suna…you know she sees Samu as her dad right? He uhm…adopted her” your voice sounds guilty and he gives you a sorrow filled smile, he’s got a few tears in his eyes.

“That doesn’t mean we can’t try!” Osamu corrects, “she just may not see you as her dad at first”

“Yea, I know that” and Suna does, he wishes he wouldn’t have been such a shitty boyfriend but he thinks that maybe it was destiny that he saw you sat in the shop from the window, or maybe it was a coincident but who knows he’s just glad to find that a short two years later he’s being called Papa while Osamu goes by Daddy or dada and that he’s able to go to one of the sweetest kid’s he’s ever Mets birthday party.

Ushijima

(You guys need to know how nervous I was to write this so you know why it’s low quality, I wanted to do a polyamory Ushiten x reader but than wasn’t sure if I should so for a request, so I’ll write a full fic of them later! But very sorry it’s low quality)

When Ushijima began to knock on your door for the umpteenth time this week both you and Tendou had decided that maybe it was time to take him serious about his requests of being in your daughters life.

So after much discussion, he agreed that if it meant he could be in the three of your lives he’d move to Paris in an instant, so that’s how you got pro-athlete Ushijima to move in with you and your fiancé under the veil of co parenting.

Anywho! Let me know if you guys want more or want to see anything else because I love writing requests so much😭😭

#🦋~anon #anons #requests #reader insert #x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #haikyuu parents #haikyuu dads #mom!reader #Kenma x reader #Kuroo x reader #Osamu x reader #Suna x reader #Ushijima x reader x Tendou #Ushijima x reader #Tendou x reader

[itsgoghtime]

Howdy! Life has taken some interesting turns recently, so I am super SUPER behind on all of these... but as promised,

Analysis of S.O.S. - Chapter 7: Taking the Wheel

spoilers ahead for those who haven’t read!

the title of the chapter is *chefs kiss* in all the emotionally damaging ways

AGHHHHH - this chapter starting with the same beginning as chapter 6 absolutely sent me into another dimension with the Dr. Doofenshmirtz with an eyepatch 

knowing the reason behind Milligan’s increasing headaches breaks my heart

his message - also breaks my heart

Milligan walking into Curtain’s office like:

also... I know that it’s happened several times before, but do you think Curtain is just... is he numb to it now? is there some degree to which it breaks his heart when Milligan keeps revealing everything to him? - there’s a few parts that I highlighted that makes me think that he does

hehehe - Curtain essentially giving this speech:

eek and he’s trying to be like “I’m revealing it, I’m not the cause” - ya crackhead, you’re the cause of all this

“Curtain did not appreciate these accusations.” AHAAAA

but again - just for a split second, we see Curtain’s humanity - we see a little bit of Nathaniel and that hurts

I absolutely loved reading the paragraph about the different reasons Milligan and Curtain felt responsible over the younger two, and how it *was* balanced at one point in time because of those - but how Curtain takes this offence personally now because he refuses to let Milligan think he doesn’t care about his friends.

and then we really see a part of Nathaniel come out - he feels this need to take care of his friends, even if he has to be super controlling to do it, and it just... AGHHHH - many many emotions and even more thoughts on this because he feels ABANDONED - abandoned by Nicholas, abandoned by Milligan, who he felt he could trust at one point - he’s functioning from a place of hurt and trauma and that is so sad. doesn’t justify what he’s doing, but it’s sad.

there’s also a part of me that realizes things may have gone differently if Milligan had stayed - Curtain told him he could go on his vacation, but I think there was a part of him that was internally screaming at Milligan to stay - but that would require vulnerability. that would be too much to ask - no, too much to have to explain

“no one at the wheel” coming FULL CIRCLE YESSSS

messengers vs messages - and Ledroptha Curtain is at the center - like a hurricane honestly...

Milligan then coming in with compassion - I wish this worked, but it didn’t work with Garrison and it sure as heck wouldn’t work with Curtain, even though he’s on the verge of being vulnerable and practically is having a mental breakdown

what breaks my heart more than anything else, you ask? - let me tell you - it’s the fact that Curtain has his narcoleptic attack, Milligan catches him, and THIS LINE RIGHT HERE - “Perhaps if he had woken up there, in his friend’s arms, and discovered that there was someone who cared for him, someone who understood, someone who still believed in him despite every horrible thing that he had done, then maybe Ledroptha Curtain would have made a different choice. A better choice.” GAH

okay but Jeffers coming in and being... well, Jeffers - and everyone gets shocked and tripping/falling/breaking the table made me laugh - that is the Jeffers we know

AGH - and then Curtain waking up and Jeffers being the lil jerk that he is, claiming that Milligan attacked him - let’s just go back to that highlighted line up there and take turns crying, shall we? (not to mention the “...Thankfully my quick reflexes and combat training enabled me to intervene in time.” - shut up Jeffers, no one cares)

Garrison... good heavens... basements and cellars... we’ve got to get her out of there

Curtain comes marching in, finally demanding a full brain sweep (poor Milligan has to deal with more issues because of the repeated partial sweep)

you know another thing - watching that percentage go up absolutely tore me apart - HE GETS TO KEEP THE MEMORY ABOUT KATE GAHHHHHH

only took me rereading the chapter to remember the fact that the kids learn Morse code - this is such a sad connection, considering Milligans message was sent from the island and so were theirs, both in dire situations… GAH

I’d like to re-reference my connection in a previous chapter about Curtain breaking the phone being his loss of connection to Pedalian - Curtain throwing the Morse code transmitter and it’s subsequent breaking is his loss of connection to Milligan

Also - interesting that maybe part of Milligans memory issues are because he didn’t adequately recover from the *almost* full sweep, in addition to the million partial sweeps, of course

It breaks my heart that this is happening to Milligan, but also - ITS HIS ONE MEMORY AHHHHHH

I also find Curtain’s duality in this scene fascinating - he doesn’t want Milligan to suffer, but he has to have his way no matter the cost

I absolutely LOVED how you wrote Milligan’s one memory, Bods. We get all these perspectives while I’m hearing Ryan Hurst’s voice - JUST YES

okay - Garrison blaming herself and thinking Milligan might be dead hurts me - hurts like the Dickens - not only because she’s hurting but because of that line that’s basically telling us she’s going to drink again

and dang straight Curgain should be feeling this guilt over Milligan - not only for separating him from Kate (and asking if Kate would be alone forever AHHHH) - but also for taking away SQ’s only human friend ouchhhhh

“trying to act as if he wasn’t being eaten alive by his own sin…” makes me want to cry out of laughing so hard and pure distress

lil SQ geez - he’s so darn cute (also, they still say I love you, makes me sad for the impending distance between them) - and now he gets to paint past the fenceeeee - but there’s this… I don’t know. I don’t love how Curtain handled it. It felt like “hey, your best friend is gone and you won’t see her again, but here’s this privilege you’ve been asking for, don’t be dumb”

BAHAAAAA - Curtain casually adopting children left and right - makes me LaUGh - if he wasn’t so evil it would be endearing

hehe Garrison’s boss lady moment - while it’s funny cause she’s literally being so destructive and Curtain is like “ah, don’t do that” , the line about her being retraumatized and relapsing makes me so sad

“As he ran, he was overtaken by the most dreadful sense of deja vu. As if he was trapped in some sort of dark reoccuring nightmare. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not again, not this time. Last time he had backed off, he had given up control, and as a result, Pedalian’s wife died, then Pedalian died, then Garrison almost died, and Curtain adopted his friend’s newly orphaned child. This time, Curtain did everything right. He had taken control, he had taken responsibility, he had taken the wheel, and yet...” - this right here - this one hurt like scraping my knees on concrete as a child AND “...but that would also mean he would have two children that he had to look in the eyes everyday knowing that he was the reason they had lost their birth families.” ANNNNNND “‘No,’ Curtain thought, as he ran faster and faster through the halls, his heart beating quicker and quicker with each step as he started to panic. ‘Not again. Please not again.’”

Ledroptha Curtain watching how his drapery has dropped - also how everything is torn apart and thrown absolutely everywhere - there is so much dang symbolism in this that I LOVE - also just the fact that it plays on the pun that is theatre major Curtain’s name lol

the simultaneous relief that she’s okay and the urge to put Garrison in a straightjacket that I had in this scene is unparalleled.

“Curtain replied carefully, ignoring her poorly constructed insult” heheheeeee

where I wrote “THIS” in all caps over that paragraph - get ‘em Garrison, get ‘em

ahaaaa - this woman is literally throwing this man’s fake degrees around like free merch at a concert and all he can think is “He would have to buy new diploma cases and order new certificates later. In the meantime, he took advantage of the fact that Garrison was using to hands to destroy his honorary doctorates to confiscate her bottle of wine...” I love the fact that they’re honorary and not even earned legitimately - like... send me an honorary certificate for going to the moon even though I’ve never been there

she calls him out on being fake - but also you feel bad(...?) for Curtain when she asks why he isn’t real, knowing he can’t be vulnerable without a narcoleptic attack - but that just makes me think more about the fact that there’s something so... I don’t even know how to put this feeling into words... there’s something scary about being so vulnerable and so honest with people - I get that. But I also see the value in being vulnerable - it forms deeper connections and you just kinda feel bad for Curtain in that sense - no, he shouldn’t be doing dumb things like trying to control the world and electrocuting children in caves, but there is some of his fear of vulnerability in all of us... wow okay didn’t mean to go that deep BUT here we are anyways

Garrison keeps hitting home runs and Curtain for the life of him cannot catch any of them

I appreciate that she calls him out on his whole “burden”/“sacrifice” mentality

but AgAiN - “He had just redone the carpet in his office, and the wine stains would be difficult to remove.” like BRUH - guess we all have coping mechanisms for when we are called out on things we don’t like to admit we have problems with - Curtain’s is focusing on his silly fake diplomas and his furniture

“Have you gotten it out of your system?” is like a parent with a chiding tone

Garrison good woman you’ve gotta go to therapy - and while you’re at it, make Curtain go because you guys losing your friends has really not been good for either of you.

“This time, I’m in control...” - not gonna lie, this line was kinda scary - you begin to realize pretty quickly that he really thinks the only world that everyone can live in is the one where he is in control - even though he was in control this last time with Milligan, he lost him too and Curtain literally does not see that control is not... it’s not the solution to the hurt and betrayal he’s felt

he really does care about his friends - bringing the doctors to her, staying on her couch, making sure she’s taken care of.

I will ashamedly admit that the voice of little Nicholas in Curtain’s head has been a voice in my head from time to time - those lines were scarily familiar haha 

Curtain taking all the pillows and blankets and setting up next to Garrison’s bed brought me an inordinate amount of joy - I can totally see him doing this with Nicholas at the house after he’s more comfortable

ohhh goodness - Curtain being vulnerable in his lil speech... specifically this line “Regardless of whether my control is good or not, or whether I’m good or not, I won’t lose my family again. But I...,” Curtain yawned, “I... I still hope that at the end off all this... is is good... that I’m good, that I-” I just... yeah.

Kate my HEART

Jeffers you iDiOt - I laughed at this one  - “Jeffers was not sure what Kate was short for or whether it was short for anything at all, and figured trying every option was the best way to coax the girl out of hiding.”

Kate would literally be an expert at hide and seek - lol SQ looked for two hours??? I would have felt bad after like twenty minutes and told them where I was

AHHHH - of course she goes to the beach... OHMYGOSH AND THE BUCKETTTTTT - yes yes YES

this poor girl - she’s running and she’s scared and she just wants her dad :(

“My mom is in heaven and my dad didn’t come home,” she replied, “I’m going to find him.” let me just hug lil Kate Wetherall cause this just breaks my heart

when I first read this, I was like - yes, this woman seems trustworthy - 

and then I read “my name is Miss Perumal” and let me tell you I ScReAmEd oUt LoUd YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

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Ah friends - finally getting to sit down and finish touching these up has brought me so much joy - and an excellent excuse to reread S.O.S. in all it’s glory.

if life could just calm down for a dang second I’d be doing all of these in a weekend - lots of things going on, kinda been flipped upside down onto my head hanging over a screaming blender

but ya know, I’ll get them out when I can - cause reading S.O.S. is basically my favorite past time - just got to have time to sit down and write the analysis you know?

this fic is seriously one of the best things that I’ve ever read - ever. you are a maestro with words, @nobody33333333​ , thank you for writing this masterpiece that brings us all so much joy.

love you all,

Gogh 🌻

#sos #sos chapter 7 #mbs sos #mbs #mbs disney #the mysterious benedict society #ld curtain #nathaniel benedict

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What is the point anymore?

Theirs always gonna be somebody better than me

WHAT IS THE FUCKING POINT IF I HAVE NO SKILL NO TALENT AND NO KNOWLEDGE?, I'M A FAILURE

A FAILURE

I can't do nothing right, I can't even kill myself because I'm to weak for that 😄

Fuck you Morals and beliefs ^^ without you I'd be dead already and all this shit would be over, everything would be better and I wouldn't be here to waste space

Nothings even WRONG with me, I ain't got not disabilities or mental shit besides depression, I just happen to suck, I just happen to be a disgraceful peace of shit, a disgraceful idiot who can't even make it a day without a suicidal breakdown, why do you guys even bother to help me?, sure I appreciate it but you know it's gonna be short lived before I do it all over again, I'm a lost cause and their nothing no one can do not even myself can do to make all this at least a little easier

"Try harder" DOES NOBODY REALIZE HOW HARD I TRY?, AM I JUST THAT PATHETIC?

So pathetic that it's like I'm not trying? Does it just seem like I sit around and do nothing? Am I that worthless that you all think I'm nothing? NEWSFLASH BITCHES, I'VE BEEN TRYING MY FUCKING HARDEST!!!!

I'm failing school and theirs no hope to fix it :D, two trimesters of f's are unfixable, I can try all I want but I can't even last a full week at school, I can't even last 3 days straight ^^, I'm pathetic and dumb

My mental health is fucking non existent I'm lying here unable to sleep typing a fucking rant cause I have no better way to share my feelings

I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO I AM ANYMORE!!!

I've been masking and copying so long I don't know who I am, I'm just a fucking failure trying to exist and get better though all of my effort is in vain, I can't even express myself without getting ridiculed, I'll never be a real girl or a real anything CAUSE I'M NOTHING, I can't help nobody, I can even provide comfort, all I do is hurt, if I'm being honest I get a sick sense of joy from it, I want to make somebody hurt like how I hurt, I DON'T WANNA BE LIKE THIS, I DON'T WANT TO HURT PEOPLE 😁

The worst part is nobody can make me feel better nobody can tell me it'll be ok without lying their ass off, I want to get better and I want to be able to help people BUT THAT'S JUST ONE OF MY DREAMS, MY FARFETCHED UNACHIEVABLE DREAMS

All my dreams went away when my dad died, the dream I counted on the most was shattered, I don't know why I love him, he hurt me more than anyone else, all I wanted was to please him and to be there for him, all I got was a beating while he went to screw the neighbors and take care of their kids, and he'd come back drunk or stoned ready to beat you for looking at him wrong, he sold all mine and my brothers toys and Skylanders for drugs, after he left I got a second chance but I fucked that up to :3

I was a brat I can't lie but I never wanted him to leave, I thought he was good but he had to go and comit one of the worst things you can do, get taken to jail and eventually prison, and I still love my stepdad, my step family doesn't like me to much anymore despite being close before they were taken away for some shit their dad did, they're right to hate me, everyone I right to hate me because I'm useless, just a sack of flesh rotting away after every day

Most of the time I feel stuck in my own damn mind unable to change anything while I'm trapped in a body i hate as a person I hate, I don't see how anybody can love me, when I ask why they say I'm cool but what have I done to deserve it?, I've just existed and failed to help people 😀

I'm worthless

My opinions don't matter, my thoughts don't matter, and my feelings don't matter. I'm sorry, I'm sorry I can't do anything