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aubieinsanity · 1 year
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TriStamp Spoilers
AHHHHHHH I can barely process right now but my mind is about to explode with thoughts and emotions and I’m gonna throw up and I need to word vomit RIGHT NOW:
“knives is going to artificially impregnate..” EWWW the rape metaphor continues what a fucking predator
meryl not giving a shit and repeatedly running up to vash and calling his name like yeah girl go!!!! you’re so brave!!! go get him!!!!!!
VASH BURSTING OUT OF THE TANK AND SAVING MERYL FROM KNIVES AHGWEKLUGFHTOWHUIO
“Thank you, Meryl. I heard your voice, too.” stoooopppp i am CRYING
Meryl’s pure grin of joy and relief when he comes back around!!! she’s so fucking relieved and happy omG
tongari TONGARI TONGARI vash has spikey head omfg
and he made a glowy tesseract and can i have this as a product to purchase, please?
*chants* epic rooftop fight, epic rooftop fight!!!
i am SO. FUCKING. HAPPY. about the conditions under which wolfwood returned. he came back to save MERYL not Vash!!!!! i am spinning around in circles crying. aaaaand he referenced it as “payback for the smokes” or whatever aka protecting meryl in Roberto’s place. sobbing sobbing sobbing
the way wolfwood picks meryl up like a fucking duffel bag
oh and the music slaps EXTRA hard this episode like damn
oh my GOD WINGS, PEOPLE, WE HAVE WINGS. Knives has his lil stabby wing and vash has his lil rooty wing!!!! I CANT-- and the way vash struggles to fly like a newly hatched birb!!!!! crashin into stuff, barely able to stay airborne???
sorry i got distracted by Vash’s hair again
the way vash is like BLAM BLAM BLAM with his gun!
vash reloading his gun midair by slamming the open gun into the reload thingy -- out loud I said “SICK”
me when vashy does the thing with the tesseract -- “oh my god IS HE DOING THE ANGEL ARM THING? OH MY GOD IT’S THE ANGEL ARM”
vash looking tearfully at knives: “since when have we been so different?” STOP oh my god my heart can’t take it
VASH’S GOOFY RUN SEQUENCE STAHP
“I’ll run, run, run, and keep running as far as I have to! And when things calm down, I’ll quietly settle by their side again. I’m Vash the Stampede.” okay okay i can’t take any more emotional damage
Um. Holy shit. The alternating between vash and knives sitting side by side as kids with their arms around each other, and knives being a fucking insane maniac burning up inside vash’s angel arm beam. Fucking raw. Horrible. Heartbreaking. Unreal. Knives’ flesh melting off. UNREAL.
Time skip!!!!! Yeah we all saw it coming. 2 years~~~
Meryl tearing down the vash wanted poster.
Meryl bringing a box of cigs to honor roberto. T_T
Meryl’s cute new outfit!!!!! look at her lil tiddy cleavage!!! oh my fucking god she’s so adorable
okay here’s where i start screaming out loud.
MILLLLLYYYYYYYYYY THHHOOOMMMPPPSSOOOONNNN
EYOOOOOOOOOOO
Meryl: “Heya, newbie!” just like Roberto did to her
and finally
the
biggest
fucking
mindfuck
we
have
ERIKS.
THIS IS NOT A DRILL.
SEASON 2 OPENS WITH ERIKS VASH.
(oh and they’re doing the whole earth forces / chronica thing. very interesting. they really are going after the untapped manga content. i am ecstatic)
All in all, I have passed away. I have passed. Away. I am. SO. Happy.
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triplesilverstar · 2 months
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There's different, and then well, there's different
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Rating: 18+ Minors DNI
Pairing: Eriks X F!Reader
CW: Sick, awkward, misunderstandings, grinding, body dysmorphia, orgasm, plant dick, blow jobs, p in V sex, creampie, first dates, sharing a bed, making out, hand jobs, tentacles
Word count: Roughly 12.5K words
A/N: Well part two… Not fully sure how I feel about it but there is… a lot of smut and feelings. Essentially you and Eriks make up after you end up sick and you’re both idiots.
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After the events in the well you thought you and Eriks might move a little closer, but if anything the two of you were somehow more awkward. Fingers brushing one another when handing the other something? Burning blushing messes stumbling over your words. 
Helping one another with laundry? Almost no words were shared as you seemed to trip over one another. Trying to keep out of the other's way and looking to the side with burning faces. 
After a week of it, Sheryl was starting to get a little annoyed. The memory of you both coming out of the well-drenched and the way you were stumbling told her something had happened while you were down there, and the bulge in Eriks' pants gave her a damn good idea of how it had been in the right direction. She hadn’t expected it to be one step forward and six back for the pair of you, sitting on her rocking chair and tapping your fingers. Something needed to be done or the two of you would stay this awkward for the rest of your lives and Granny wanted to see a happy couple in her home once more.
It didn’t help you had been feeling under the weather the last two days, tucked in your room and hiding under the covers with Lina bringing you tea and warm watery soup. Nor did it help that Eriks kept muttering under his breath how this was his fault and he should have been more worried about getting you into dry clothes.  With his bouts of self-depreciation, he refused to go to your room, and Granny knew there was no way you were going to leave it of your own accord, not when she could hear you coughing up a storm. 
It had to be eating at both of you as the last few times you had been sick Eriks had shooed Lina away from your bedside, citing he could look after you and still get his own chores around the house done. So seeing the pair of you avoiding each other wasn’t sitting well with the old woman, not one bit. Cane in hand Granny pushed herself to her feet and called out for Lina, she had a plan and an easy way to hatch it. 
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“Eriks!” Sticking her head in the kitchen Lina found the only male in their little household. 
“What’s wrong Lina?” Something in her voice had Eriks on edge as he turned with his cup of coffee in hand ready to run at a moment's notice if it was required.
“Granny and I need to go into town. Do you think later you can bring our sick patient some tea and soup?” Well if Eriks thought he was having a good day his mood plummeted, he’d been avoiding you far too embarrassed after what had happened down in the well. 
Yet the sight of you in his lap eyes pinched shut as you found your release was all he could say when his eyes closed, he’d had several sleepless nights, and hearing your coughing during the night wasn’t helping. He’d been too enraptured in watching you come for him instead of putting your health first, and the shame added to the weight eating at him. 
It didn’t help that since the incident in the well he was having a much harder time keeping a certain part of his anatomy under control adding to his sleepless nights as his sex throbbed painfully inside of his slacks that he refused to loosen. The mass of fleshy tissue twitched and Eriks despised the reminder of his inhuman nature, even before you’d ridden him he’d find himself shoving his pillow over his face and howling into it as his hips jerked against nothing trying to find release. Now there was no way he could give himself any form of release, certainly not while you were coughing through the night and he hated that it was because of his needs.  
With those thoughts rattling around in his skull, how could he even think to try and help look after you this time when the fault was his? 
“Eriks?” 
His head snapped upwards as Lina’s hand landed on his forearm, her bottom lip between her teeth with worry. “Just lost in thought, Lina.” A gentle smile on his face in an attempt to ease her concerns. “I think I can manage to deliver some soup and food this afternoon.” A quick pat of his larger hand over hers. “Now show me what you’ve been feeding our little invalid.” 
As Lina showed him the watered-down soup that had been made for you he did his best to keep a smile on his face. It wasn’t beyond his notice how Granny had been pestering him about seeing you while you were sick, and it was suspicious both she and Lina were heading into town. Yet Eriks wouldn’t voice anything no matter how much he wanted to stay away from you since as far as he was concerned he was the reason you were sick once more. 
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You groaned as you reached from under the rough spun cotton sheets you had wrapped around your form. Trying to grab one of the clothes you used to blow your nose into, yet even that small action left you feeling exhausted. Struggling to sit up and lean against the headboard with your neck tiled so your airway was open. Damn, you hated being sick.
Well. More sick than normal since you'd never be rid of your respiratory issues. The cough that plagued you was nothing compared to this right now as your chest burned and everything hurt. 
Your heart especially. Ever since the incident in the well with Eriks, you felt. Dirty. Not because of the act, but more the fact you had thrown yourself at him like some kind of a bitch in heat. You shouldn't have kissed him, and now you couldn't even bear the thought of looking at his rugged face knowing how far you'd let things go. He shouldn't have had to sully himself with you, you were just a bandit who was lucky enough to have someone find you who thought you were worth saving. 
Spreading your fingers across your chest to try and put pressure on the ache that you hope is just the sickness as a knock sounds against your door. Is it time for your next round of soup and tea already? “Come in.” Flinching at the sound of your own hoarse voice.
The door slowly creaks open, Lina usually just bounds right in, and turning towards it you wince. 
Eriks. 
Well, this is just the kind of embarrassment you need right now. At least your skin is already flushed from being sick and you hope he doesn't notice just how covered in sweat you are. Who are you kidding, you're drenched, the only way he wouldn't notice was if he was blind.
“Granny and Lina had to head into town.” His voice is low and you could have sworn you heard a hint of sadness in his voice, but it could just be because your head is full of phlegm. “I've got some soup for you, and some tea.”
“Thank you, Eriks.” It's raspy but at least you know he's there to play nursemaid, not because of his own choice. It's better that way. The smallest nod in your direction as he places the small tray on the table at your bedside and with a shaky hand you reach over for it. 
“How are you feeling?” His voice is soft as he asks and instead of leaving he lowers himself into the beat-up wooden chair that creaks as his weight settles on the sand-smoothed edges. Only for a coughing fit to take you barking and turning away from him. “That good huh?” Chuckling at his own little joke and you have to smile, something about the tall broad man always sets you at ease. 
“I’ve certainly felt better.” Trying for a second time to pick up the bowl and accompanying spoon with shaking fingers. A small spoonful of soup and you lose some of it with the shaking of your limb, but at least it’s warm as it flows down your sore throat. With your eyes closed you try to take a deeper breath to help settle yourself as the bowl is moved from your lap and a weight settling next to you has the mattress dipping. 
Opening your eyes you shouldn’t feel as surprised as you are at seeing Eriks near you on the bed, the warmth of his thigh transferring from the blanket to you. “That seemed painful. Could I give you a hand?” Those blue orbs hidden behind his orange glasses are pleading with you once more and as much as you feel selfish you know you need the help. Nodding and letting him have the spoon from your sore fingers. 
You feel foolish as the handsome man slowly spoons feeds you, unlike the last time when he helped it was more the company than it was needing help to feed yourself. Neither of you speaks as he feeds you, at least until the spoon is clacking against the bottom of the bowl. “I’m sorry.” That mournful tone is back in his voice as you gaze at him with heavy eyes. 
“You don’t have anything to be sorry for Eriks.” At least with the soup your voice doesn’t sound as hoarse as it had been. “It's not like you gave me respiratory issues.” 
“Except you wouldn’t have been cold and wet recently if it hadn’t been because of me.” You can barely handle the sorrow swimming behind those glasses of his. 
“Eriks, I threw myself at you.” Another coughing fit as you turn away from him that has enough force to make your whole body shake. “You were kind enough to sully yourself with me, if it’s anyone's fault it’s mine. I should have just helped you up instead of acting like you were a piece of meat on display for me to drool over.” Reaching over for the tea that you hope is at least still warm, Eriks is quick to take your hand and steady it as you raise the mug to your lips. Lukewarm. At least it’s better than being cold. 
“You didn’t throw yourself at me. I should have had better control of myself.” You watch as his adams apple bobs while he stares at you for a moment. “You’re sick because of me.”
“Don’t be silly” letting him take the mug from your hand and returning it to the bedside table. “Eriks when the water isn’t right from the heater I get sick, you can’t blame yourself for that.” A tiny bit of bravery on your part as you slip your hand into his and give it the briefest of squeezes. “Really, if someone needs to apologize for anything it is me. You don’t need to pretend to return my feelings for you, can we just put what happened behind us and go back to being friends?” 
It’s his turn to frown as his thumb sweeps across your knuckles his grip on your hand having shifted. “Why would you think I need to pretend to return your feelings?” Blinking slowly as you watch him wrap his metal hand outside of his flesh one encasing yours. “You deserve better than me. Someone whole, that isn’t me.” You can feel the dampness from your eyes as it starts to form and spills down onto your lashes, you were preparing for him to let you go but that doesn’t mean it helps to lessen the sting any more than it does. “Maybe it’s a good thing that for once, I want to be selfish. Avoiding you because you being sick is my fault isn’t the best way to show my affection.” 
“What are you talking about?” Trying to follow what he just said while dealing with the pain in your chest isn’t helping your head.
With a chuckle, his metal palm reaches up to cup your cheek and you melt into the cooling sensation along your burning skin. “I’m trying to say you need to stop thinking that I don’t care for you.” Leaning closer and planting his lips on your sweaty brow. 
If you weren’t confused before you certainly are now, as your mind races to try and catch up to his actions. Turning your face away as best as you can as another coughing fit hits you so you aren’t exhaling germs in his face, your brain finally processes what he’s been saying. “Eriks, please. I can’t take such teasing.”
“Oh, you silly thing. I’m not teasing you.” His voice is soft and gentle as he tilts your face back toward his, placing his forehead against your searing one. “I care for you, far more than I should.” As he closes the distance to your lips you turn your head so they press against your cheek.
“I don’t want you getting sick too.” Your laughter leads to another coughing fit with your eyes closed from the violent force of it. The coolness of Eriks' skin leaves your flushed face and the weight on your bed is gone as the mattress shifts. Did you ruin things once more between the two of you? 
“I won’t get sick.” Opening your eyes to find him sitting on the chair bent over and unlacing his shoes before removing his glasses and placing them beside your cooling tea. “Now let's get you comfortable.” He gets behind you on the bed and uses his large palms on your sides to adjust you so you’re leaning against him instead of the headboard, with Eriks easily able to pick up your drink for you and help to support the weight of it while you sip the now tepid drink. 
“I will admit, you’re softer than the headboard.” With his heartbeat under your ear, you aren’t going to say anything about the fact you can feel and hear it thundering. “Are you sure you won’t get sick?”
“No Sweetness, I won’t” Pressing his lips to the crown of your head and gently sweeping his fingers along your spine with his free hand. “Though if I do, I’m sure you’ll return the favor.” 
“Nah, I’m gonna let Lina look after you.” Chuckling as you take another sip of your drink. Relaxing more against him before parting your lips. “Does that mean that offer for a next time is still on the table?”
“When you’re better. Naughty thing.” His warm breath washes down around your head as he chuckles and you think you can see the vaguest blush on his cheeks at the question. 
“When I’m better than.” It is long before you drift off to the sound of the heartbeat thumping under your ear. Eriks removed the mug from your fingers long before you had the chance to drop it, eventually letting himself fall into a light snooze as his own exhaustion from his sleepless nights has caught up to him. With you propped against him, your airways are clear and you don’t spend that much time coughing.    
When Granny and Lina returned home the first thing Granny did was check on the two of you, smiling to herself as both of you were snoozing away. Your fingers tangled in the fabric of Eriks' shirt as his hand rested on your hip over the fabric of the sheets wrapped around your form. 
“Those two really are stupid.” Sending Lina the side eye as she leaned against the doorframe looking at the two of you.
“Someday when you’re older you’ll understand Lina.” Sheryl chuckled, a shooing motion sent at Lina to have the young girl on her way as both blood-related family members left the pair to rest.
“If I’m going to look as dopey as Eriks does right now, no thank you.” With her hands in her pockets, Lina went to go about her chores, missing the twinkle in her grandmother's eye. 
‘Aw to be young again.’ Granny thought as she headed for the living room, glad the two of you seemed to be on better terms once more. 
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“How are both of you adults?” Lina questioned as you sat at the table with a tea and Eriks helped her with the dishes looking as equally confused. “You both act so stupidly around one another. Like a pair of idiots.”
The mug is about halfway to your mouth and you just keep blinking at the girl, it’s been a few days since you and Eriks had your reconciliation and the two of you have been closer. That first night Eriks even stayed in bed with you, of course, he said it was to help make sure you could breathe right for the first time in days but still.
“Lina, what are you talking about?” If Eriks face is anything to go by he’s just as confused as you are. 
“That! See! You’re both just so dumb, I have to do everything around here!” With the final dish washed the teenager is stomping off, leaving Eriks to dry the last few pieces and you to stare after her. 
“That.” 
“Was strange” Eriks finishes for you, as he works the cloth in his hand before placing the plate he had been holding back into the cupboard. Shaking your head a little you go back to drinking your tea, waiting for Eriks to finish. 
“She just sees the two of you as still dancing around one another instead of doing something about it.” Granny frightens you badly enough that some of the tea you had been drinking goes down the wrong way, coughing violently until Eriks is rubbing the space between your shoulder blades.
“Granny, you need to stop sneaking up on people like that.” Eriks is chastening the older woman while you keep coughing feeling your chest start to burn from the exertion. Too bad Granny just chuckles as she takes up her usual seat at the head of the table. 
“I just made it out of bed Granny, are you trying to put me back into it again?” With Eriks still leaning over your body you find one of your hands reaching up to land atop the one he has on your shoulder, giving it a small squeeze.
“Only if Eriks follows you there.” You shouldn’t have tried for another drink of tea, as this time you’re sputtering and Eriks is flushed red dragging a hand down his face.
“Sheryl.” It’s a long groan from him as you pound on your chest, goddamn it almost as if the old woman is trying to end you. 
“Don’t Sheryl me. The two of you are like a pair of young Tomas too skittish to do anything but croon at one another.” 
“Granny. We’re just getting around to admitting we're attracted to one another, can’t we don’t think at our own pace?” That has the old woman huffing at you, and as much as you want a bit more tea you aren’t going to risk it at the moment. 
“I’ve seen water freeze faster.” You feel Eriks give your shoulder a reassuring squeeze at Granny’s latest outburst. 
“Maybe we aren’t comfortable pushing that boundary yet, we haven’t even had a date.” You could kiss the tall blond as he spouts more sense than you’d be able to manage at the moment. 
“Then go on a date.” Once more you blink, and Eriks is doing the same as the two of you stare at the older woman who has a smirk slowly splitting her face open. “That my dear little love birds is why Lina thinks you’re both stupid.” 
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With a bit of planning, and once you felt like you could stand for more than a few minutes you and Eriks did have your date. It wasn’t much, just the pair of you heading into the saloon in town and having a meal in the back corner away from prying eyes. Sharing a few chuckles as you ate before heading back home, arm in arm as soon as you were out of sight of the town.
Arm and arm made it sound sweet when in reality you both had wandering hands that were roaming the skin of the other, and as the house came into view your underwear was damp and there was a clear bulge in his pants. Giggling as Eriks spun you by your hand so your chest was flat against his, caged in by his metal arm, and laughing as his lips dragged along the skin of your neck before reaching your ear. “Did you enjoy tonight?”
“I did.” Tapping your fingers along his shoulders and slowly moving them back to tangle in his hair. “I’m not ready for it to end yet though.” You whisper, tilting his head so you can kiss the edge of his jaw.
“I’m not sure that’s the best idea.” There’s an edge to his voice again, the same kind that had laced his words when the two of you had been down in the tunnel and you had been grinding down onto his body. 
“You said when I was better.” Another kiss to his jaw, next to the first as you start to drag your fingers along the back of his scalp. “I’m better Eriks. Please. I want to make you feel as good as you did me.” 
“A first date and you’re ready to get into bed with me?” You jerk against his body as he ever so lightly nips at your earlobe, a clenching in your core at his light teasing. 
“Technically we were in bed together before the first date.” And done far worse, and that single thought of wanting to make Eriks feel as good as he had you is a driving factor in your motives. You want this beautiful handsome man a moaning mess under your touch. 
“Are you really sure you want this?” You can feel how his body is torn, from the way his fingers tighten their grip on you but he places a gap from where your chests are pressed together. His voice is laced with both a growl and a hint of doubt that you aren’t fully sure of a reason for. 
“Of course I do. I’m rather attracted to you Eriks.” Sure movements as he turns his head as your mouths find each other, tongues wild and you can taste the sauce from his meal as your kiss grows sloppy. Panting when you feel his hips jerk and it sends a line of fire along your spine, far too lost in the kiss to do anything except try to grind back and keep your fingers tangled in his hair. 
When his hands land on your butt and lift you upwards you respond by wrapping your legs around his. Aware you’re moving from the shifting of his legs and the sound of gravel crunching under his boots as he carries you back to the house, stopping just before the door. “Yours or mine?” 
“Mine” Breathless as you answer him. “I’m farther from Granny and Lina.” 
“Right.” Like that your mouths reconnect and you have to admit he’s far more put together than you are at the moment. Able to walk, think, and make out with you all at once and with the occasional kneading of your flesh in his hold as his tongue slides against yours. You keep your hands busy dragging one hand along his scalp while the other rests on the nape of his neck is all you can manage with how distracting his lips are. 
Both of you freeze when the floorboard in the middle of the hallway creaks as Eriks steps on it. You know the one because the entire time you’ve lived in the house it’s made a noise at even the smallest pressure. Part of you is praying that neither Lina nor Granny sticks their heads out from their bedrooms to see the cause of the noise, you don’t need either of them to see you and Eriks with drool running down your chins and faces flush with desire. 
Or for Lina to see you and Eriks looking as desperate as you are, with your legs wrapped around his waist you can feel the tent in his pants pressing deliciously against you. 
A few heartbeats later Eriks is moving once more, sticking closer to the sides of the hallway before pressing your back against your peeling door. His lips drag against your neck as he hoists you higher in his hold slipping his metal arm under you so he can work the handle to open the space. His strength often surprises you, and this time is no exception as your core tightens licking your lips as your fingers dance across his shoulder blades wanting to keep him pressed tight against you. 
Inside Eriks uses his foot as best as he can to close the door and while it doesn’t quite slam it is louder than he intended. At the look of apprehension on his face, you're using his long hair like a lease, taking fistfuls of it to pull his head back so you can kiss those bruised lips of his once more. The tension seems to melt from him, quickly responding to the kiss with fervor as he strides more into the room.
You expected to feel the lumps of your mattress under your body, not to hear the creak of the wooden chair in your room almost as if the old furniture doesn’t want to support both of your weight on it. You lean back to unwrap your legs from his body, and Eriks lets out a sigh as he slides so the old dowels are supporting him with his mass more centered on the chair. “Damn, you are one handsome man.” Breathless as your fingers slide along his neck, smiling down at him as he sends you a sheepish grin in return. 
“Nah. I’m nothing compared to you sweetness.” Ghosting his hands along your side as you both adjust so you’re straddling him more comfortably. Moving closer and rubbing the point of your nose against his as you catch more of your breath, wanting to enjoy the feeling of his heaving chest and the heat from his hands as it sinks into your body. 
“I’m starting to think you’ve never looked in the mirror.” Toying with the hem of his shirt as you bite your lip, nervous of what you’re about to ask him. “Can I.” The intensity of his gaze has you halting for a moment, his hands on the outside of your ribs, and you are certain he has to feel your heart beating like a drum under his flesh plam. Yet as intense as his blue eyes are, you can’t remember when his glasses disappeared, all you can see is adoration in those shining orbs. “Can I help you with your shirt?” 
It feels almost childish to ask since the two of you had been grinding against one another on your way back to the house while sharing salvia. Yet some part of you wants to make sure this time neither of you feels like they’re taking advantage of the other. 
“Only if you’re gentle with me.” He’s teasing you, as he gives your sides a brief squeeze before resuming the exploration of your clothed upper body. “After all.” Tilting his face more to kiss the bottom of your chin. “I’m shy.” You feel the deep chuckle he lets out as his lips remain pressed against your skin, no doubt able to feel as you nervously swallow. 
Taking a moment to settle yourself before leaning back with your fingers interlaced behind his neck so your thumbs can brush the stubbled edge of his jaw. “I’ll treat you with the utmost care.” Slowly sweeping your fingers down his neck to his shoulders the heat from his skin radiating into the tips, Eriks is always so warm you wonder if he doesn’t feel like he’s cooking in his skin. As your fingers reach the first button you stop to look into his eyes, waiting for a signal this is something he truly wants since he didn’t give you a yes or no answer. 
A small nod and you unsnap the first button, it doesn’t reveal much more but you still roll your back as you bend to plant a quick kiss on the pale skin. Feeling the briefest flick of his fingers along your sides you look up, seeing his chin lowered to watch you a bright pink blush across his cheeks. Emboldened you undo another, taking your time to slip the hard plastic through the fraying hole focused on your task and the new patch of skin revealed to you. 
Every button undone has the same pattern repeating, you kissing the newly revealed skin and as the expanse grows letting your fingers wander over his knitted flesh. Tracing the edges of the larger ones and the fine wires that run along his chest, paying special attention to the patch of rough gouged flesh that was directly over his heart. As more and more of his battered body was revealed the shifting of his hands along your body slowed until they stopped, gripping your hips as if trying to ground himself. His breathing growing more ragged by the minute and that pink blush had grown to a vivid crimson that was spreading up to the tips of his ears and down his chest in line with your tender caresses. 
Eventually, you came to a point where you couldn’t kiss his skin under the buttons anymore, his hold on your body not allowing you to slip off his lap as you worked your way downwards. Instead, as your fingers kept undoing his shirt and exploring the newly revealed skin you began to retrace the path your lips had blazed, listening to his strained breathing grow heavy as he inhaled through his nose and out through his mouth. The fire inside of you burning hotter and you could understand his reactions since you doubted you were fairing much better. 
As the last button was undone and your digits toyed with the hem of his pants you kissed the point of his chin. The short hairs from his stubble pricking your lips and you felt yourself growing damp in his lap, wondering how it might feel pressing against your thighs since you knew from the making out earlier he knew how to use that tongue. 
Letting one of your fingers slip beneath the hem of his pants he lets out a low growl, the hand on your hip flying up to the back of your neck so he can tug you against him and smash his mouth against yours. All thought leaves you at the ferocity of the kiss, his tongue sweeping into your mouth as if it’s his and his alone to with as he pleases and another flood of wetness spreads from your core. Moaning against his lips as the wet muscle of his tongue seems to plunge into your mouth as if he’s fucking you and you’re swimming in a haze of desire and arousal, you’ve never been kissed like this before. Damn if you don’t enjoy it as the burning in your lungs as he seemingly steals your breath. Except your pleasure turns to panic, slapping his shoulder as you pull away coughing like mad and trying to hide in the crook of your arm.
You ruined things once more. 
“Sorry Sweetness, sorry.” The hand that had been on your neck is rubbing your back in large soothing circles his face close to yours as he tenderly places his lips to your temple mumbling. “I shouldn’t have let things get that intense, keep coughing get it out of your system until you can breathe.” It’s like the cooing of a dove in your ears as his hair slips forward like a veil shielding the two of you. 
“I feel” Coughing another you sigh as the burning in your chest lessens “Not so sexy after coughing in your face.” That has Eriks chuckling, his metal hand gently on your neck as he keeps rubbing circles in your back and using the tip of his nose to try and get you to look at him. 
He’s wearing that soft broken smile that makes you think you might love this mysterious man far more than you should. “I still think you’re rather sexy, but if you feel that bad about coughing in my face how about we even the score here and I help you take your shirt off.” 
“Technically your shirt isn’t off. Yet” You tease as you lean back to rub your face hoping you haven’t covered yourself spittle from your lungs having a fit. The pressure in your lungs starts to ease and Eriks raises one of his eyebrows at you before giving a soft chuckle. 
“Fair is fair.” Rolling his shoulders you feel your brain shortcircuit for a moment at the shifting of his pectoral and abdomen as his shirt slips down his back. The hint of a smirk on his face no doubt at your gobsmacked expression as the white fabric slides down his pale skin before catching at his elbows. Tilting his head you thought you saw a glimmer of light in his eyes as they soften while staring at you. “Help me?” A gentle plea that you almost missed with his distracting upper body fully revealed. 
Your eyes widen a little embarrassed with yourself before taking each of his arms in your hands and pulling the sleeves off him. More battered skin revealed and as you remove his flesh arm you’re glad you started with his prosthetic. Lifting his hand to your mouth to skin one of the smaller scars just past his wrist, keeping your gaze locked on his. “I want to map every inch of you until I can close my eyes and draw it in the sand. Every bump groove and ridge.” It’s husky as it leaves your lips and you feel a warmth spreading along your back once more at the sheer look of adoration on his face. 
“I think your body would make a far nicer picture in the sand than mine.” His prosthetic is playing the edge of your shirt, the chill from the metal sinking into your skin feels lovely compared to the heat building inside of you. With his hand still encased in both of your smaller ones you feel the fidgeting of his fingers and don’t miss the self-depreciation in his tone. 
“I’d say flattery will get you nowhere, but I’m sitting on your lap all hot and bothered so I guess it’s working.” Letting go of his hand and watching it slowly fall to his lap between both of your bodies before hooking the bottom of your shirt with your hands and pulling it up and over your head. A low groan from the blond in front of you and you can feel the rumble well aware he’s enjoying what he sees. “Just remember, I think you’re beautiful. I’d rather if you didn’t talk down about what I enjoy.” Left in your bra the chill from the room sweeps in and your skin rises in goosebumps almost immediately. Eriks is quick to react as his flesh hand starts to rub along your arm.
“Maybe you have strange taste.” That teasing lilt is back in his voice and you roll your eyes at him before a thought hits you. Giving your hips a roll and feeling his length twitch under you as he lets out a soft groan. 
“Maybe.” Laughing before leaning closer to his body again and pressing against him, feeling his warmth sink into you. “Doesn’t change how I feel about you though.” Tipping his jaw back with both of your thumbs something he lets you do as the muscles of his neck go lax. “Now kiss me again, and I don’t care if you steal my breath this time.” 
As your lips crash together this time it’s far more tender but that same undercurrent of yearning is there, as his tongue tangles with yours. As the kiss progresses it’s obvious he takes his ques from you about how exuberant he’ll be, kitten licks of his tongue against yours which you started. This time it’s you controlling the kiss as you run your tongue along his teeth, feeling the point of his canines and shuddering surprised by how much the thought of those dragging against your skin turns you on. Unconsciously your hips are starting to rock against his once more until your shifting has your core sliding just right and you pull back panting. 
“Damn, I want more than just this heavy petting.” Your fingers move to his belt once more only for him to grab both of your wrists once more. Looking at him in confusion, why does he keep stopping you? 
“I… I’d rather if you let me just take care of you.” Lifting both of your hands to his mouth and kissing your fingers. “Please.” He’s pleading with you and it’s desperate.
“Eriks, what’s wrong.” The alarm bells in your head are going off and your heart starts to feel heavy in your chest. Does. Does he not really feel the same way about you as you thought? Has this all just been him letting you do as you want because he feels guilty? 
“I.” His head lolling backward and you hear the softest thump as the back of his head hits the wall. “I don’t think you’ll like what you find there.” His chest heaving as he takes a deep inhale and you almost swoon at the sight as he seems even bigger than before as he holds that breath for a time that would have you coughing a storm. Eventually letting it out before raising his head and catching you in those blue orbs that are swimming in sadness. “Please, Sweetness. I’ll give you whatever you want with my hands and mouth, I want to watch you come undone for me again. And again.” Unshed tears are forming in his eyes and your hands are cupping his cheeks as your heart feels like it’s breaking. 
“That’s not fair Eriks. I don’t just want you to make me feel good, do you not trust me? I don’t care what I find down there, everyone is different.” Letting your voice trail off, not that you’ve had a huge amount of experience but when you’re on the run as a bandit sometimes you sadly see more dicks than you want on the side of trucks as people relieve themselves. Blinking back your own tears as you map his face with your thumbs watching those sad blue pools is eating at your soul in a way you didn’t know was possible. “Please Eriks, trust me. I don’t care what you have down there. I just want to make you feel as good as you do me.” 
You wanted tonight to be a happy night, to return the pleasure he’d given you in the well tenfold. Now you just wanted to crawl into your bed and cry and something in Eriks seems to give. “You do me make feel good sweetness. If I tell you I’m willing to at least try will you let me? I promise it’s very much me and not you.” Both of his hands are sweeping along your skin, a plan forming in his own mind on how to distract you from the mass between his legs. If he can give you another mind-blowing orgasm you might forget about wanting to get his pants off. “I just, I’ve been turned away before.” Just once a long time ago he remembered someone seeing his not-so-normal sexual organ and it left a scar that no one would ever see. 
You suddenly feel like an asshole again, projecting your thoughts onto him when the truth was he just wasn’t as confident about his body. Which you can understand, he was covered in scars some of which were huge and looked like rough worm leather. “I’m sorry Eriks, I’m being stupid again.” 
“Hush, we’re just figuring things out.” Tilting his head in your hands so his lips can press against one of your palms, mouthing at the skin gently. “Do you want to stop for tonight? I think this time it might be me who killed the mood.” 
“No, no baby. I wanna keep going.” Turning his head back towards you and kissing him deeply this time, no hurried motions or exploring just trying to convey your feelings towards the half-naked man under you. A half-naked man running his hands along your sides and sweeping around your belly and back as they moved, exploring your skin, shivering from the duel sensations. An action that has Eriks removing his metal hand from your sides. Pulling back to whispering against his lips “I want all of you to touch me.” Before closing the distance again, a moment of hesitation before the limb goes back to its gentle exploration once more. 
His gentle exploration doesn’t last long as his hands start to fondle the sides of your chest and your covered breasts. His larger palms almost covered the entire mound of one and it sends a tingle along your spine at the idea of him playing with them directly. “I’m starting to think maybe I should pull this off too?” Teasing him as you switch to planting random kisses along his face, enjoying the warmth flooding your chest as you slowly reintroduce grinding on him into the equation. 
“Let me help.” His breath washes over your face as his head tilts down to watch as his fingers toy with the fabric before the flesh one slides back to undo the fasteners. You almost have to laugh at how serious his face is, as if he’s working on something far more intricate than a bra, and once you feel the band around your ribs loosen it’s your turn to roll your shoulders so the straps trail down your arms. 
As the material falls away he freezes and you feel a rather violent twitching in his pants while his eyes are locked on your chest. An involuntary lick of his lips as he slowly moves the fabric lower and the groan seems to rumble out of him. His blue eyes dart up to yours and you have to hold back a snort at his next question. “Can I touch them?” 
You can’t hold in your laughter as your body shakes from the mirth as you remove the rest of it and toss it where you think your shirt went. “No, I just took it off to tease you.” Catching his face in your hands and kissing him again, letting out a soft moan as you nibble on his lower lip. “Of course you can.” Your voice is breathless again and being the gentleman he is, Eriks doesn’t rush to fondle your chest. Instead lifting his hands to your back and pulling you hard against him and going to a deeper kiss again, letting his hips lift so when you next roll against him the hardness between his legs is rubbing along your clit. The fabric of your underwear clinging to your skin adds a layer to the sensation with its texture, drenched in the slick pouring from you. You almost come from the feeling and Eriks must sense it, his grip tightening on your body panting against your lips.
“Let me make you come again Sweetness, just keep grinding against me.” You do as he asks, letting your hands roam across his shoulders and rolling your hips. Small noises leave you as Eriks rests his hands on your hips, using it as leverage to lift your body higher on his and wrapping his lips around one of your nipples. 
Your back is arching, your clothed cunt still rubbing against his cock through his pants as he sucks while you moan far louder than you’d intended. He doesn’t let, pulling more of your skin into his mouth and using the tip of that tongue of his to circle the nub in the center, going this way and that. All while keeping your hips moving. Your hands are flying to grip his head, great fistfuls of his hair tangled in your fingers as you grind against him desperately.
The sound of his sucking and slurping is obscene and you feel the pressure inside of you building and damn if you don’t want more of it, forcing his head against your chest. Eriks must enjoy it as he grunts in response and starts to lick at your nipple with his tongue flat covering the entire surface of sensitive skin. A few more grinds against each other and let you a startled cry as you come, feeling that tingle run up your spine. Slumping a little against him as you relax, a wet pop as he removes his mouth and slides his lips along the skin until his head in between both of your breasts. Mouthing at the skin between them while you catch your breath. 
“Eriks?”
“Yes, Sweetness?” His voice muffled against your chest, even though you aren’t keeping him pressed against you anymore he seems rather content with his face buried in your skin. 
“Will you please let me return the favor this time? I feel guilty you’ve let me come twice on you now.” Carding your fingers gently through his hair and you feel his exhale as it wafts against your skin, cooling the spit he’s left behind that makes you shiver. 
“You’re bound and determined aren’t you?” His voice is almost mournful as he asks the question. 
“Yes. I don’t want to only just receive in this relationship.” Tugging on his scalp gently so he leans backward. “Even if I just touch you through the fabric Eriks, please.” You can see the flickers of fear in his eyes, leaning down so your foreheads are together not sure if your words will help with his apprehension. “I just want to see you come undone too, to know I did that.” Biting your lip as you watch those expressive blue orbs and the warring emotions inside of him. “Have you ever touched yourself while thinking of me?” You aren’t fully sure why you asked the question, perhaps remembering when he asked you something similar in the well and it has his straining cock throbbing impossibly warm through his clothes under you. 
“No.” Your face falls again at the admission and your shoulders slump. “Because I don’t deserve to. I don’t deserve any relief like that.” You don’t miss the dejection in his voice, but you think you see something glimmer in those eyes like hope. 
“Maybe you should let me judge that. I won’t force you, but I want to see you relax and not carry the weight of the world on your shoulders.” You almost add on something but it doesn’t feel right. Not yet. It’s too soon to call him that L word. 
“I’m afraid this will end if you see me. All of me.” 
“You should know by now I’m not that shallow. I want all of you Eriks, and I’ll wait a lifetime if that’s what it takes.” His fears are valid, but at this point, you don’t care what he has between his legs you just want to see that undercurrent of a sad smile that always has been wiped from his face.
A long exhale and you feel him pat your ass with both hands tilting his face to kiss you quickly. “Alright, Sweetness. You win.” He uses his grip on your hips to help you stand before he does the same, gripping his belt and working on undoing it before pausing and bending to remove his shoes. 
You swallow and work quickly to do the same, hearing him pause while you’re bent over. “What are you?”
“Getting naked, just like you.” Lifting your head and sending him what you hope is a dazzling smile “Fair is fair right?” 
That has him chuckling as he stands again, undoing his zipper before stopping. “Could you? Could you maybe sit on the bed?” He’s nervous again, and you nod feeling the light give of the mattress under you. Another swallow on his part and he gives you the softest smile almost as if mourning something. “Well, here we go I guess.” Hooking his pants and underwear in one go sliding both down his thick thighs and stepping out of the fabric.
It’s your turn to swallow as you gaze at him dappled in the light of the moons shining in through your window. A canvas of more scars and metal along his legs, the light making the bits of his unblemished skin almost translucent in comparison. It’s hard to not stare at the length bobbing between his legs and you suddenly understand why he was so nervous. It’s not a normal cock by any means, covered in bumpy ridges almost like inter lapping scales climbing upwards. You almost don’t miss the thinner stalks of what look like tendrils wrapped around him, a light purple-blue sheen to them as if lit from within. 
You must have been silent for too long as Eriks coughs. “I should get dressed.” Bending and reaching for his pants and you’re reeling, dropping from the bed in front of him and gripping his thighs in your hands. 
“No. You shouldn’t.” Moving closer and pressing your lips against his thigh as close to his sex as you can. “I won’t lie. I might be a little surprised.” You look up at him and stand to rub against the muscles under your palm. “Eriks, I need you to not be you for the next little bit and actually talk about yourself. I need you to tell me what feels good and what doesn’t. Can you do that for me?” While keeping eye contact with him you try to keep your face as close to his cock as possible, feeling it twitch beside your head as your breath hits it. This close you can see the globs of clear fluid pouring from his tip and damn do you want to wrap your lips around it and suck. 
“Wait” There is no mistaking the confusion in his voice. “You still want to-”
“Eriks.” Cutting him off you squeeze his thighs as hard as you can to make sure you have his full attention. “I want to feel that cock of yours inside me and ride it until we either break the bed frame or I’m too exhausted to move. But first I want to lick you all over and suck you off, and I need to know if I can do that.” Ending your little rant with a press of your lips close enough to the twitching appendix that you can feel it brush your cheek. 
You don’t miss the tears falling from his eyes as he looks at you on your knees in front of him, raising his prosthetic to ghost over your other cheek and brush your hair from your eyes. “You’re amazing my sweetness.” His voice catches in his throat as he speaks and you just smile up at him. 
“Nah. I just want to make you feel as good as you do me.” Chuckling up at him as he uses his flesh hand to wipe at his eyes. “Now come on big guy” Smirking as you let your eyes flick to his cock so he catches both meanings. “Can I start licking or what?” 
“You can.” He chuckles eyes still misty “Just be careful of the thinner strands around me, they sometimes have a mind of their own.” It really is funny to see the pink return to his cheeks while he's still looking at you like you're the best thing to ever happen to him. With that small warning, you tilt your head and run the tip of your tongue along a few of the ridges avoiding one of the tendrils. The sigh Eriks lets out at your action makes your heart beat faster and a burning start in your belly. The fact he's so responsive from such a small touch has your head running a mile a minute, wondering just how reactive and sensitive he could be. 
“Eriks?” You question again as you swipe your tongue along another section of his ridged length. Hearing him moan you press your lips together before looking up at him with your full attention. “Do you touch yourself the way I touch myself when I think about you?” His cock throbs right next to your face but the crimson flush on his face is telling. 
“No. I don't. It's not exactly human-looking.” Seeing his swallow you move closer and mouth at the space between two of the tendrils and suck lightly. “I never thought you'd want me, so I ignored what I wanted.” 
“Stop that Baby. Because I want all of you and I don't just mean your body.” You start placing kitten licks along his length moving upwards towards the head seeing a pool of clear fluid starting to bead along ridges. “I want all those soft smiles you have, and the sad ones you wear when you think no one is watching.” Placing another few licks as you keep working feeling your clit pulse and hearing his breathing grow eractic. “I know there's so much to you that you don't share and some of it you might not ever share, but I wanna be the one you share it with.” The next few words catch in your throat, too hard to verbalize as you come to terms with the fact you might feel a lot more than just lust for this beautiful and broken man. Instead wrapping your lips around his tip and sucking, tasting the liquid and almost groaning as it floods your mouth. Your pussy clenches and a line of fire sweeps up your spine while liquid drips from you like a faucet. Both of his hands reach to tangle in your hair while a low hum seems to echo from Eriks and it has you doing proverbial laps of happiness before you pull off his cock. “No more not touching yourself, alright? Now. What happens if I do touch these?” You tease placing a quick kiss on one of the tendrils, gasping in wonder as it flutters away from his length for a moment before landing flat against his dick. 
Letting Eriks push your head back and look up to see a shy smile on his face again and that crimson flush is covering his entire face and chest now. “I did say they have a mind of their own.” 
“Did you like that at least?” 
“Yes.”
“Good, because I'm going to enjoy this.” Using a bit more force as you move your head back in and this time wrap your hand around his base with your fingertips just brushing your thumb. A noise not unlike a keening coming from inside him as he throbs under your fingers and his tip is covered in fluid again. Starting to pump his cock and keeping the pressure light with his tendrils wrapped around him you’re amazed at the amount of fluid leaking from him. Feeling it coating your fingers and dripping over them as you reach the top, at least you don't have to worry about chafing. Nibbling on the head and feeling your body respond as more of the fluid lines your lips, rubbing your thighs together and they glide against one another with the wetness that has dripped out of you. Doing your best to commit each and every bump to memory under your digits as the humming starts in the room again and you realize it's all coming from Eriks. It adds to the throbbing of your sex and the way your entire body seems to clench in anticipation. 
Somewhere in the back of your mind you know the liquid from Eriks must be doing something to you, you've never felt this turned on before. Almost as if you're hyper-aware of everything from the way the skin on your fingertips drag along the bumps of his cock, to the sweat at the edge of your hairline and under his palms, all the way to the tingling of your toes against the floor. Every nerve, every fiber of your being seems more in tune with how you feel and how Eriks is making you feel. 
Hearing a short groan and glancing upwards you swoon internally at the way he's biting his bottom lip trying to keep his noises contained and the way his eyes are shut with his brow pinched. His focus on trying to keep himself from letting you hear him is adorable, well or him just trying to keep the keep house from hearing just how good you make him feel might be more accurate. “If I wasn’t worried about the rest of our family I’d tell you to stop holding back those noises.” Not waiting for him to answer you slip your mouth over his tip and suck once more, hearing a whine from Eriks as his hips buck trying to sink more of him into your warm mouth. 
“Sweetness, you’re gonna be my undoing.” Ignoring him you close your eyes, hand still pumping his length while hollowing your cheeks and sucking as hard as you can. If he’s telling you that you want him to let himself go, to let some of the tension and fear he seems to carry fall away from him. Well and your pussy clenches and throbs around the idea of swallowing a load of his cum down your throat. Moving your hand faster and letting the tip of your tongue flutter against the opening in his cock. The amount of fluid coming from his slit is too much as it seeps from the corners of your mouth, trailing down your arm to your elbow before dripping to the floor. It’s making a mess all you keep thinking is how you can’t wait to feel him inside you, as the bumps seem to shift and pulse and his tendrils wiggle under your fingers. “Swee- Augh” Eriks can’t even finish as his release hits the back of your throat with enough force to make you jump. 
The sensation of liquid spattering against your face also has you a little confused, popping off his dick and gently releasing his length from your hand. Reaching up scoop some of the liquid off your cheek looking to see the pale blue of it and tilting your head. Your libido is running high from the load you just swallowed and you react on instinct by sticking two of your fingers in your mouth and sucking. 
It makes you cum from the salty taste and you can’t help but moan as your eyes roll back in your head. You never thought you could find release just from sucking Eriks off, let alone licking his release off your fingers. The weight of his hands coming to rest on your shoulders and rubbing gently. “My tendrils have my ah, actual release. If that makes sense.” You hum feeling boneless as you open your eyes to see him kneeling in front of you and his cock is still bobbing between his legs. 
“Eriks?”
“Yes, Sweetness?” His voice is soothing, using one of his hands and what you think is one of his socks to pat at your skin to clean what is apparently his real release from your skin. 
“Please let me ride you.” Like this, he’s at your level and you lean across the space looking for his lips. Sighing as he shifts to meet you and it’s a brush of swollen lips against dry ones, low mewls and whines from both of you and your hands move to press against his chest. Feeling his heartbeat under the scarred skin and it’s racing as quickly as yours. 
“I think we should move to the bed first sweetness.” You both chuckle and you feel like the amount of his skin pressed against yours isn’t enough. No, it’s nowhere near enough, you want to be wrapped in his limbs and yours clutching his as your chests align. 
“Then get on the bed because I’ll follow you anywhere right now.” You want to feel that ridged length of his deep in your core, after having a taste and your fingers wrapped around him you can only imagine the way it’s going to feel against your walls. And you’ve never been patient. 
Sliding your hands up his chest and struggling to get your feet under you to stand and drag Eriks to the bed with you. To say you're not successful is a bit of an understatement barely able to get even to your knees before stumbling, suffice to say Eriks doesn't budge from his place across from you. “Hush Sweetness. We have time to get there.” A light press of his fingers as they trail along your arms so he can grip your hands in his as he maneuvers you so you're sitting in his lap feeling his cock throb against your inner thigh and leaking even more liquid between the two of you. “I'm not going anywhere, just give me time to get used to your affections.” 
It's awkward but you relent somewhat since more of your body is wedged against him, the sensation of his arms encompassing you as he presses his forehead against the side of your temple. His eyes shine once more while he just breathes, the metal in his chest indenting your skin. “If you want to call me wanting to jump you that bad as affections fine. Just know it runs a lot more than skin deep.” Chuckling as you start to play with some of the strands of his hair while watching him. 
“You seem to be taking all of this rather” He pauses as if looking for the right word while his flesh hand runs along your back. “Calmy.” 
“Oh I'm not calm, my heart is beating so hard in my chest that I'm surprised you can't see it moving and my skin that isn't touching you feels like it's burning.” Your voice is soft as you admit it and the churning in your stomach starts up again as the muscles in your stomach start to react to your growing arousal. “If you mean more about you and the extraordinary-looking length between your legs? Well, I'm a little surprised but it isn't going to change how I feel about you.” Turning in his lap so even more of your bodies are pressed together. “I think in time if you want to tell me more you will, but for now I'm happy. Well.” Letting your voice drop into a playful tone and licking the tip of his nose. “As happy as a girl who wants to feel her lover's lovely cock in her can be when he’s making her slow down and wait.”
“So we're lovers now?” A soft little laugh escapes him at your antics but the growing smile on his face more than gives him away. “That seems presumptuous.” Angling his head to tilt yours up for a quick brush of his lips over yours and remaining close so the two of you share the same breath. “We only had one date.” 
“One date and a lot of mind-blowing orgasms.” You counter letting the hand that wasn't curled in his hair slide down his chest to wrap around his length again. “I wouldn't mind more of either if that's what it takes to convince you.” 
“So forward my sweetness.” Still teasing you a little before gripping your hand and removing it from his cock to kiss the back of it. Watching his face grow somber before letting his gaze land directly on yours. “Do you really want me that bad?”
“Of course I do Eriks.” 
“Alright then. I guess I'll let you ride me but um, don't mind my tendrils doing their own thing? Ok?” Taking the time to spread your fingers and kiss the tip of each one before you find yourself laughing. 
“I'll try not to I guess?” You really don't know what to expect from them but you can't see them doing anything crazy. Taking a sharp inhale as the muscles of his abdomen flex and he starts to stand taking you with him. Every time he shows his strength like this it makes some primal part of your brain hum, it's so rare to see compared to when he tries to hide that ability under the guise of his loose clothing and easygoing mannerisms. yet moments like now as he stands with you in his arms serve as a reminder and you can't help but lick your lips. With steady steps even if he doesn’t have far to go he’s careful as he lowers you to your feet beside the edge of the bed frame. 
Fingers grasping the coarse material that makes up your bedding and tugging on the layers until it’s just the sheet that covers the mattress remaining and you gesture to it. “I guess this is your last chance to back out if you want.” Trying to keep your tone playful since you know if he does decide he doesn’t want this it will shatter your heart even if you refuse to voice how much you’ve come to care for Eriks. 
“The same goes for you too.” Slipping onto your bed and trying to get comfortable he lets out a soft groan as he settles in the center and lifts his hands to adjust your pillow under his head. Dappled in the moonlight with every portion of him framed on your mattress you shake your head. 
Carefully joining him and settling so you’re hovering above his stomach aware of his length twitching just behind you. “No, I want this.” Certain your flush has to be visible in the same pale light as an inferno rages across your skin. 
His flesh hand dancing along your arm since like this he can’t reach your face without leaning upwards. “You won’t break me, so let your legs relax.” His words are tender and you have to smile as your heart beats to it’s own song, shaking your head before bending to kiss him soundly on the lips. Almost like a promise as neither of you presses too hard before you lean back and shuffle down, lifting yourself higher so your pussy is hovering over his twitching cock. 
You sort of get what he meant now about the tendrils. There are five of them in total and each one is moving as if of it’s own accord and none of them are wrapped around his length anymore, just connected to the base of him. You give him a single pump and another flood of fluid spills from his tip with an audible gasp. Lowering your hips you slide the head of his cock around your pussy lips, smearing the liquid across both of you before stopping to look him in the eye. 
Licking your lips at the look of desperation on his face as if he’s trying to hold himself back once more. “Ready?” 
“Yes. Just be gentle. It is my first time you know.” Teasing you a little more once again before giving you a nod. Letting yourself relax you lower your hips, sighing as he starts to spread you open as you slowly sink onto his cock. With his shape even from the start, you feel the tension inside of you build, the bumps and groves of his dick hitting against clusters of nerves has you reeling. 
“You feel so good.” Eriks' voice is guttural and you keep moving your hips up and down, working more and more of him into your slick channel on each descent. Already your lungs are burning with all the panting you’re doing, you know you aren’t going to last with the way your walls are clenching around him. Every movement seems to have new sensations and the sweat starts to pour freely down your body adding to the mess of liquid under both of your bodies where you’re joined. 
“You too.” It takes effort to pant those two small words and when your hips are flush with his you throw your head back feeling the tendons strain. You’ve never felt this full, stretched to the limit with Eriks as deep inside of you as he can go. “Fuck.” It’s all you can think with the warmth of his cock spreading inside of you and his tendrils writhing between your bodies while you adjust to him splitting you open. 
“You feel so good!” As hot as you feel you glance forward to see the tears running down Eriks' face. “I’m not gonna be able to last.” Every part of his body is tense, the veins in his neck throbbing and you bite your lip starting to grind your hips. You know if you try to ride him right now neither of you will make it past the first few rounds. 
“Then let go Eriks.” You pant as you lean forward to add the slightest tilt to your pelvis and almost see stars, planting your hands on his chest and whining low in your throat. Every bump of his cock adds to the pressure against your walls as you grind down onto him. His heart is thundering in his chest and you feel the fluttering of his muscles under your fingers before the sound of fabric ripping reaches your ears. His knuckle-white grip on the sheets was so tight he tore the fabric. “Eriks, please baby, let go with me.” Rolling your hips harder now as you realize you don’t want to drag this out, you want to feel him let go and turn into a pile of goo with you. 
Starting to lift your hips as your breathing grows erratic with the slamming of your body against his. That coil in your body so tightly wound that you’re just hanging on the edge ready to tip over. A low moan from Eriks and his hands are on your hips helping you to move up and down his length. “I need a little more.” Choking the words out as his face screws tight, you can’t blame him with his different sex he might need more stimulation to the sides of his cock than you do. 
“Almost” The word is hoarse and you feel like you’re a dam ready to break from the floodwater. A wordless scream passes your lips as something starts to play with your clit, the texture soft yet hard at the same time. Glancing down where the two of you are joined are three of his tendrils rubbing against the bundle of nerves in tandem. Adding and decreasing the pressure before crisscrossing over the slick skin. 
Eriks is starting to slam you down and meets your movements with ones of his own and you slump as your vision goes white as the tide of your orgasm washes over you. Your body quakes in ways you didn’t know was possible as nerves twitch from the force of your orgasm. Sighing when Eriks pulls you down onto him a final time and you feel as he pumps a searing load deep inside your cunt, smaller sensations of hot liquid bursting across your belly and butt as his tendrils release their individual loads.
You’re numb as Eriks pulls you down against him so your head is resting over his heart as you both bathe in the afterglow catching your breaths. Unaware of the passage of time as you listen to his soothing heartbeat while your fingers start to trace random patterns across his chest, feeling his fingers dancing along your back doing the same. You don’t want to move enjoying how full you still feel. 
“I guess you ended up too exhausted after one round. I thought you wanted to ride me all night long.” There’s nothing but soft gentle teasing to his words as you turn your face to look up at his grin. 
“Give me a few minutes to recover and we’ll go again.” A pause after your words before you both start to laugh shaking against one another. “Did you enjoy your first time?”
“Greatly. I can’t wait to have more of them with you.” Still feeling his chest shake with mirth you can only do the same. 
“Alright, but if you want to go again I think you need to take the lead this time.” You aren’t even sure if you have the strength to slide off his body let alone have another round of sex as an active participant. 
“Once you’re not as exhausted I want to try again.” Grumbling as he tries to close the distance to kiss you but you don’t have the energy to reach him, so instead he settles for planting a few quick pecks on the top of your head. 
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The next morning you’re barely able to move, finding yourself wrapped in a bedsheet as Eriks slips from the room to get a bath running for the two of you with a sheet around his own hips. Only to walk into the hall just in time to meet Lina and Granny. 
“You two kept me up all night.” The sassy teen snorted brushing past him without a second glance. “I hope you broke the bed!” Called over her shoulder as a parting shot. 
As Eriks turned a shade of crimson to match a coat he had left behind Granny just started to chuckle. “I see the two of you had a good time.” Leaning on her cane and patting his forearm in a reassuring manner. “Look after her today, I don’t think she’ll be going too far.” Before moving past Eriks who is looking to the ceiling now, wondering how the two of you can soundproof your room for future occurrences. 
For now, however, he needs to get that shower going and maybe get a glass or two of water for the two of you to drink. One thing is for certain, the man once known as Vash the Stampede certainly enjoyed losing his virginity, and with a woman who didn’t care he was different. 
Maybe he’d get the chance to tell her he was certain the feeling budding in his heart was love. Feeling his feet growing cold he got a move on, planning to spend the day telling you how wonderful you were and doting on you until you swatted at him in annoyance. 
Blissfully unaware of a man with a cross wrapped in a white cloth and straps had started a search trying to find him. 
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Well, time to hide in a hole
Chapter one
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noforkingclue · 1 year
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Come With Me (Erik Lehnsherr x reader)
Summary: You recently left the mansion in hopes for having an ordinary life. Turns out the Erik has something to say about that.
Author’s Note: So I recently re-watched X-Men First Class and Days of Future Past and this old hyperfixation of mine has re-emerged. Only difference now is that I have this blog to write stuff with!
I might a Professor X fic in the works as well before I also love James McAvoy
Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee
You had always longed for a peaceful life. One when you didn’t have too many stresses and you had the comfort and support of your friends and family. That was one of the main reasons why you had left. Of course Charles was sad to see you go but he wouldn’t do anything to make you stay. You had gone back to the shadows, to your original boring but stress free life.
You should’ve known it was too good to last.
Really, you should’ve expected this to come at one point. Metal curled around your wrists and pinned you against the wall. Your scream was muffled as another piece of metal snaked its way across your mouth. You glared as Erik came into view. When you tried to struggled the grip on your wrists tightened and you whimpered in pain.
“You should be able to break free,” Erik was now in front of you, “Use your powers.”
You glared up at him. It was clear from the amused expression on his face that Erik knew you were out of practice. You hadn’t used your powers in ages so you doubted you would be able to break free. He ran a finger down your cheek and said,
“Are you going to scream?”
You narrowed your eyes and weighed up your options. It wouldn’t do you any good to piss off Erik too much so reluctantly you shook your head. You let out a sigh of relief as the metal was removed from your mouth. However, that didn’t last long as it rested itself across your shoulders. A reminder for you to behave yourself.
Charles was one of your closest friends. He always made you feel warm and safe. You knew that you could return to the mansion at any time and he’d welcome you back with open arms. Erik though, Erik was completely different. Erik made you feel alive. You shuddered as you could feel Erik’s breath ghost over your cheek. You could feel yourself get hot as the suddenly became acutely aware of that your hands were still pinned by the side of your head.
“You left.” He said
“No shit.”
Erik gently cupped your cheek as he forced you to look up at him. You swallowed thickly as he brushed your cheek with his thumb.
“Why?” he asked
“Didn’t know I had to have one.”
“When it comes to Charles he likes to have one.”
“Maybe I got sick of the fighting,” you snapped, “Maybe I just want to have an ordinary life.”
“Humans will never let us have an ordinary life. Do you think they’ll treat you the same if they find out what you are?”
“Yes.”
“You have too much faith in them.”
“You have too little.”
“You’re starting to sound like Charles.”
“Is that such a bad thing?”
“It is if your foolishness get you killed.”
“I won’t get killed.”
“Then free yourself.”
Your glared returned and Erik gripped your chin tightly. He forced you to maintain eye contact with him and you tried to remember Charles’s lessons. Old memories from your time in the mansion came back to you, ones that you hadn’t thought about in ages. Reading with Charles, training with Raven, spending time with the lab with Hank.
Walking around the gardens with Erik.
Erik trying to teach you how to play chess.
Staying up late with Erik just talking and forgetting the time.
Erik teasing you as he helped you control your powers.
His lips brushing against yours before you panicked and phased through a wall.
You blinked at the last memory. Erik was still waiting for you to use your powers and you said,
“You know I could just call Charles. I’m sure he’d hear my thoughts even at this distance.”
“If you wanted to do that you would’ve done so already.”
“Why are you here Erik?”
“Because you left Charles.”
“And you think I’ll join your side? I want no part in any of this.”
“And I’m sure I can persuade you otherwise.”
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gerec · 2 months
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Hello, I just want to say thank you so much because you’re one of the main reason I’m back into the Cherik hole again after 8 years :Đ (I’m still having a lovely time here). Also, would you mind if I ask you for some fic recs of 1. Alternative first meeting where Erik and Charles meet/flirt with each other at the bar and 2. Smut fics that included dirty talk about breeding/pregnant kink but no actual mpreg. I know it’s a lot but I hope you could help :Đ Thank you so so much for still being here!
Hello darling Anon! Sorry for the delay; it took a while for me to search for recs based on your criteria! I've got some good ones for their first meeting at a bar, but I was only able to think of/find one fic with dirty talk that didn't include mpreg (the other one is rule 63). Anyway I'm so glad you're giving Cherik another go around it's wonderful to rediscover an old love :D :D :D Hope you enjoy!!!
First Meeting at a bar (there aren't many canon verse fics I know of, but there are many great aus):
In Plain Sight by Lenore
As it happens, Charles does know how it feels to hide who he is. A stranger in a pub sees right through him.
Bloodbound by ikeracity
Finding himself strapped for cash at the start of his senior year, Erik decides to become a donor at TypO, a blood bar where vampires come to drink fresh blood from consenting donors, safely and legally. There, he catches the eye of Charles Xavier, vampire, telepath, professor at Columbia, and quite possibly the most alluring person Erik's ever met. Their first meeting sets into motion a bond much deeper than they can understand, one that neither of them had ever expected.
Hitting If Off by niniblack
Erik meets the perfect guy at the bar. Too bad Mr. Perfect is on a date with someone else...
Twinks, Daddies & Bears. Oh my! by Villain
Charles is fresh back from Oxford and new to the gay scene in New York. On his first night out at the clubs with his best friend Hank, he sees the Big Bad Wolf; otherwise known as Erik Lehnsherr.
Punk Rock Boy by Not_You
Charles goes to a punk gig for an anthropology paper, and things get crazy.
A Telepath Walks Into a Bar by ximeria
Erik hates it when drunk idiots interrupt his flirting.
United We Stand, Divided They Fall by ximeria
The prompt was "the only two people at a bar rooting for the same football team au". And that's more or less what it is.
99 bottles of beer on the wall by orphan_account
It's been years since the accident that paralyzed Charles, leaving him wheelchair-bound and shattering his carefree life of drinking, sex, and loose telepathy. Raven finally guilt's Charles into going to a bar with her, only to have them run into a rather unsavory Mutant and Disability fetishist.
And One For Yourself? (Let Me Take You Home?) by meh_guh
Charles has had it with academia. He's sick of Boston, sick of teaching Bio 101, sick of Nathaniel Essex's guerrilla campaign against his lab time. So of course, the only thing to do is to move back to NYC and open a bar. It'll be a lark.
And Tony's there! Scads of guilt-free, friendly sex is never to be frowned upon.
Of course, the bewitching lunatic behind the bar complicates matters, but Charles is hardly new at seduction. He'll win Erik over in a matter of weeks.
A month at the outside.
Really.
Baby, You're A Hit by mutanitys (chekov)
"How to not make it up to the cute professor you mistakenly punched at a bar" by Erik Lehnsherr.
(Erik still punches the wrong guy, but this time the hospital doesn't seem to be an option.)
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Fics with dirty talk about breeding/pregnant kink:
serendipity by intentation
Charles runs into his professor at a sex club. How can he possibly resist?
Perfection by LadyLustful
Charlotte Xavier didn't think she would be into being bred but here she is, getting off on hearing how she's perfect and will give Erik perfect babies.
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Since you wrote for Erik how about some angst w his son? Maybe Peter maximoff and the reader fight but them make up make out ya know? 😩👍
I got ya, always happy to write for Xmen it’s so silly, hope you enjoy!!
Late Again
Peter Maximoff x Reader
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Warnings: fighting but nout major
“You’re late” you gritted through your teeth looking down from your boyfriend to the watch on your wrist, “half an hour late. How is someone with your running speed ever late anywhere” you ask, this was the fourth time Peter had been late to pick you up for a date and you’d just about had it. It wasn’t only that, he half heartedly text you and talked to you everything was slowly driving you insane. “Look, babe I’m so sorry I just-“ you cut him off before he could explain, “no! I’m sick Peter, this is the fourth time you’ve done this and this is the earliest you’ve came to pick me up!” You were trying not to yell at the boy in front of you. No one else was home so you pulled him in.
“Woah, hey, what’s going on?” He asked ATMs up in defence, “why are you acting like this? You used to be so sweet with me Peter” you asked him, “you barely answer my texts, you never pick up my calls, every time I try to talk to you when your with friends you blank me! I just want you to care about me like you used to Peter! Is that so hard for you to do?!” You practically screamed at him, tears were running down your face. Sure it wasn’t the worst thing in the world but you’d put so much time and effort into this boy, given up do much just for him to throw you to the side, “I…I’m sorry” he mumbled, he seemed to be searching for something to say.
“Don’t say sorry if you’re just going to keep doing this to me Peter, come and say sorry to me when you’re going to change and start being a proper boyfriend” you spat at him. Peter took a step back, “if it was bothering you so much why didn’t you just tell me the first time?” He asked, he seemed rather calm- calm to his standards that was. Although his hands were shaking, had you scared him? “And if it’s bothering you that much would you not prefer to see someone…better than me?” He asked. His voice was shrunken and defeated by the end of the sentence, “no Peter I wouldn’t. I really do love you but god I need you to understand that you can’t just ignore me and expect me to not be upset” you said. He’d taken a seat on the couch behind him, you sat by him.
He looked up at you for a moment, catching your eye before his gaze darted away. He was playing with the hem of his shirt to try and distract himself, “I’m really sorry babe…like really. I didn’t realise you were this upset about it. I’ve got a lot of work to do and sometimes I can’t just call you up and tell you I’m going to be late and I really hate it because I know you worry and half the time your talking to me I don’t really notice because I’m half asleep and barely listening to anyone and I know those aren’t excuses but I really hope you can forgive me” Peter seemed defeated. He looked up at you watching the expressions on your face as he awaited your response. “If you can promise to try and be more responsive and responsible then I suppose I can live with that…but only because I love you”
Peter nodded a big dopey grin across his face, “I love you too” he laughed, you rolled your eyes at the giddy boy in front of you before smashing your lips onto his. They were chapped and in need of some lip balm but you could put up with it, he pulled you closer to him before pulling back from the kiss. His eyes remained closed as he pressed his forehead to yours interlocking your hands together.
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taleasnewastime · 2 years
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Dating advice | Part ten
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Summary: It’s been months – ok, it’s been years – since you last went on a date. And you’re sick of it. Sick of seeing couples kissing and holding hands in the street. Sick of your friends settling down. Sick of everyone buying houses and having families. You’re going to do something about it. You’re going to snap up a man, you’re going to tie someone down, you’re going to finally commit, you’re going to – you’re going to need a bit of advice.
Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Genre: fluff; angst; smut
Word count: 3.1k
Warnings: Alcohol consumption, reader gets angry, swearing, low self-esteem, angst, awkwardness.
Authors Note: … It’s a big turning point …
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“And then she leaned over and said that’s never happened before.”
Erik lets out a massive belly laugh, his eyes closing, his head flopping back. You can see his whole chest rising and falling through his shirt.
You don’t find it as funny, but you still force out a small laugh. The sound so low over Erik’s laugh and the background noise in the bar that he probably doesn’t even hear it. By the time he’s looking at you again you’re sipping your drink, he doesn’t seem to read the fact you didn’t find the story funny, or at least doesn’t care.
“How’s the drink? Better than your last?”
His smile is large, kind, makes him look incredibly handsome and yet even while it’s all directed at you, it does nothing to you. Not flutter in your chest, no heating of your face, no desire to shy away from him. Still, you smile back, look down at the half gone pink drink in front of you. It’s your second drink, a French martini.
“It’s my favourite drink, and they haven’t disappointed.”
“Your favourite, huh? I’ll have to make a note.”
You give him another small smile. There’s a beat of silence, not awkward, but you realise he’s leaving it open for you to say something.
“Oh, what’s yours?”
“Probably whiskey.”
Of course. “Ever been to a distillery?”
“No, can’t say I have. Would love to though.”
“Yeah, I’d recommend. Some of the good ones are expensive but you walk out feeling tipsy after all the samples. Plus, you get great discount on bottles at the end.”
His lip curls at the edge as if impressed. “Well, maybe an idea for another date?”
“Yeah,” you say lightly.
Why doesn’t the idea excite you? If this was before you would have been jumping in your seat at the prospect. But now, somethings changed. Maybe the fact he ghosted you and is now acting like nothing’s wrong, like that never happened. But you also know it’s something else, because when he mentioned alcohol all you could think of was the pub and when he said it would be a good date, that you should go together, all you could think about was how much Yoongi would love it. About how much you would love to go with Yoongi.
Yoongi. He's getting in your head. He’s ruining your date.
“Anyway,” you try to steer conversation onto something safer. “I was listening to a podcast about this Wagatha Christie case on the way here. Are you following it?”
“Oh my god. Who’s not?”
You smile, genuine this time. The way his eyes brighten at the thought of two footballers wives suing each other is a sight to see.
“They were saying Rebekah’s agent lost her phone at sea so they couldn’t search it for evidence. I mean how convenient it that?” You carry on, glad to be on a topic you can both get behind.
“It’s ridiculous. The amount they’re spending on legal fees just because of a tweet.”
“Footballers get paid too much.”
“I always wanted to be a footballer growing up.”
You laugh and Eriks smile brightens at the sound. “Come on. Every boy wants to grow up to be a footballer.”
“Yeah, well, like you said it’s the money and fame. For literally kicking a ball around.”
“Yeah, can’t argue with that logic.”
You finally relax back into your seat, take another sip of your drink before smiling at him.
“Come on then,” you say. “Millions of pounds a week, what would you do with it all?”
“Firstly, take you somewhere better than this shit hole.”
You laugh, roll your eyes. “Real smooth.”
He takes a sip of his drink, his eyes dark as he looks at you. Still nothing stirs inside you. The conversation is easy, you like him enough, he’s hot, maybe you just need a little more time.
The conversation carries on for a couple more drinks before you head home. There’s a couple of awkward pauses at times, but nothing major. It feels the same as the first time you met up with him. Fun and you had a laugh, a nice date.
You both head the same way when you get outside, end up chatting and walking. You don’t think too hard about it, end up subconsciously walking towards your house and Erik just follows along. But as soon as you indicate your place and pause by the door you can’t stop thinking about it. Is it weird he didn’t ask to walk you home, just did?
You stand in silence for a bit, Erik trying not to show that he’s fidgeting on the spot, you trying not to overthink this too much. When you don’t open the door or say anything he speaks up.
“So,” he pauses, looks from you to your door.
“It was a nice night. Thanks for asking me out again. And for the drinks.”
“You know,” his voice has dropped, he leans in a centimetre and your eyes naturally fall to his lips. “It doesn’t have to end here.”
“Oh,” you quickly look back to his eyes then over his shoulder, you don’t want to give him the wrong impression.
Your thoughts immediately go to Yoongi, the fact you never invited him back to yours after your date even though you wanted to, the fact that he warned you not to invite men back inside. And then you catch yourself before you can keep thinking down that trail. It’s not the first time you’ve thought of him tonight, and it annoys you that even when on a date with another man, another very attractive man, you still can’t stop thinking about Yoongi.
Your fingers twitch at your side, your jaw working as you grit your teeth.
“It’s alright,” Erik obviously gets the wrong impression, and when you look back at him, he’s already starting to draw away. “If you’re busy we can do it another time.”
He’s giving you an out, you know. He’s misread your annoyance for nerves and has taken it upon himself to retract the invite. Even though he’s got the wrong reason, you gratefully leap on the excuse.
“Sorry, I’m just tired.”
He smiles, nods, and you don’t miss the way his eyes flick to your lips. More annoyance flares within you, a perfectly hot man, clearly wanting to kiss you and yet you’re pushing him away.
“I’ll text you,” he says.
You don’t even make a joke about how that’s what he said last time and yet it took him weeks to do just that. Just wave him off, mind slowly whirling with anger, building up and up into a storm.
It’s ever since you went on that date with Yoongi, he was supposed to be doing it to help you and yet he’s seemed to make you more undatable. He’s constantly on your mind, even when you’re with someone else you can’t stop thinking of him, comparing your date to his. And then that piece of advice, don’t invite any men back to your place, why did he have to plant that in your mind? Why did you have to follow it?
You become more and more irrational until you decide that the only thing to do is go and have it out with him. As if he’s personally sabotaged your date. As if by going and shouting at him will make anything better.
You don’t care. Reason doesn’t come into it. You need to let this anger out at something.
You storm into the pub, are a little annoyed that the door has one of the jams on it which means you can’t slam it shut. But never mind, because as soon as you spot Yoongi your gaze becomes like a tunnel.
He spots you when you’re halfway too him and despite the fact that you must have a face like thunder, he still smiles. You try not to let the way his eyes brighten at seeing you stop your anger. But it’s tough. That cute round face, those dark eyes, his cheeks lifting as his lips curl up. The pure delight in his face at seeing you. And then the realisation that you don’t look happy, that you are in fact storming towards him. His smiles dips and something flashes in his eyes.
“Hey, everything –”
“Your advice is shit,” you cut him off.
“Ok,” he elongates the word, clearly confused.
“Did you say it because you knew it would get in my head? Is that why you did all of this? Am I joke to you?”
“I’m not –”
“It’s that, isn’t it? You saw me that first day and thought you could have some fun.”
“I don’t know what you’re –”
“It wasn’t pity at all was it? Have you been mocking me this entire time?”
“Y/N.”
“Having a good laugh behind my back?”
“Y/N,” he repeats your name, his voice level, his face flat. But you’re on a roll, are deaf to what he’s trying to say. You don’t even fully know what you’re saying, are so worked up that you’re just spouting whatever words come out of your mouth, half of it rubbish, most of it you don’t believe.
“I mean, I don’t know why I listened to you in the first place. I’m a grown woman, I should be able to make my own decisions not just listen to yours. I just can’t believe –”
You finally pause when Yoongi takes a step away from you. You look at his retreating figure about to shout after him before he speaks.
“Priya, you alright to cover me for a bit?”
Your eyes glance to Priya and your heart drops, you’ve never seen the look on her face. Sadness and then such anger when she looks at you. You look back at Yoongi and watch as he continues to walk away. When you speak again your words come out softer and less sure.
“Hey, where are you going?”
He pauses, back still to you and then twists. His features are dark, his mouth a tight line. He doesn’t look happy.
“Believe it or not, I’m not about to stand around in my own pub and be shouted at,” he turns back away from you. “Now, you can either come with me or get out.”
You glance back to Priya who gives you the barest hint that she thinks you should follow him, even then she rolls her eyes at the idiot you are.
As Yoongi slips through the door to the back you make your decision and slip behind the bar. Half jog to follow him, eyes doing a quick glance of the room realising that though it’s not busy, everyone has just watched what’s unfolded.
Ducking your head in shame you head into the back. Think you hear Priya mutter something about how you should be treating him how he deserves and not abusing him. Your shame only deepens. Part of you wants to run away, but you continue to follow; you’re not about to run away from this colossal mess you’ve created.
You’ve never been back here before. A hall with doors leading off, you’re sure one’s to the cellar he took a picture of for you and as you head down the hall you see that the one that’s been left a jar has stairs. You catch Yoongi at the top just before he disappears behind another door at the top.
His flat is not what you expected. You expected dark and moody colours, little to no decorations. But what you find is a bright space, a large comfy sofa facing a large TV. Walls of bookshelves, littered with photo frames and well-read books. There’s a small kitchen at the back of the room, partitioned off by a breakfast island. The space is homely, lived in while also being incredibly clean, not a thing out of place, and not a spot of dust.
And then there’s Yoongi. Stood in the middle of the room, arms crossed, face broody as he watches you take in his home.
Even if it wasn’t for the shock of coming up here and seeing all of this, the fight would have already seeped out of you. The short walk here and the looks of disapproval from everyone doing enough to make you realise what a mistake you’ve made.
It’s not Yoongi you’re annoyed at, it’s yourself. And yet you were so caught up in yourself that you came here and took it all out on him.
You are well and truly messing this up.
“I’m sorry,” you start. “I – that – downstairs.”
You take a breath. Yoongi lets you have the time to stop and start again.
“My heads all over the place, and that’s not an excuse. But, I went on a date today and I couldn’t even invite the guy inside my house. He obviously wanted to come in and I said no.”
“And that’s my fault?”
“You told me not to invite anyone back to mine.”
He rolls his eyes, this apology isn’t going very well. His arms remain crossed over his chest, his stance defensive, but he seems to relax a little, as if amused by what you’re saying. It only irks you more.
“It’s not like I forced you. I didn’t stand guard outside your house stopping rouge men from coming in.”
“No,” you huff. “You didn’t”
“So you’re pissed I recommended you do something, and because you did what I suggested?”
You work your jaw, unable to meet his eyes, especially now he has a wider, more obvious, smile on his face.
“You’re right,” you say feeling completely deflated. “I shouldn’t have come.”
Still, you don’t move and Yoongi doesn’t confirm that he agrees with what you’ve said, that he too thinks you should go. You both just stay standing facing each other.
“I’m sorry,” you repeat.
“It was pretty shitty.”
“More really shitty,” you correct him.
“In my own pub too,” he continues to dig, the smile still on his face despite his words.
“I’m so, so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
You do. It was him, in your mind, which is why you took it out on him. And staring at him now, you feel like you’re cracking at the seams. All this built-up emotion starting to spill out at the seams.
“Maybe I should leave,” your voice comes out hoarser now, the smile dipping on Yoongi’s face. “I mean, I’ve been a complete bitch, treated you like shit – I can’t just stand here, in your flat and pretend it’s ok.”
“Hey,” Yoongi takes a step towards you, his arms dropping to his side. “You’ve apologised.”
“And yet it doesn’t feel like that’s enough.”
“I accept it.”
You pause. He sounds genuine, looks genuine. Yet you still feel so guilty.
You shake your head, eyes flick to the sofa and while you’ve said twice now that you’re going to leave, you slowly move towards it and take a seat. Your head goes into your hands, so you feel rather than see Yoongi come to sit next to you, the cushions dipping down with the extra weight.
“You’re too nice to me.”
“Maybe I’m just nice,” you can still hear the joke in his voice even though it comes out quieter, softer.
You shake your head again, still unable to look up from your hands. You flinch when a hand comes to your back, the contact so delicate you weren’t expecting it. To your relief Yoongi only draws away for a beat before placing his hand on your back just as delicately. When you don’t flinch a second time, he must decide it’s ok to keep it there.
“What’s this really about?” He asks, his hand rubbing soothingly on your back.
How is he always able to read what’s really going on? It’s like a blessing and a curse. You feel embarrassed by the reason, feel like you’ve really built it up and if you tell him the truth it’s going to make it that much more ridiculous. But you’ve never imagined Yoongi laughing when you think about telling him your feelings. He may not return them, but he wouldn’t shoot you down for your own.
You take a breath, sit up straighter so your head is no longer resting in your hands. Your heart is beating a mile a minute and with Yoongi’s hand still on your back you’re surprised he hasn’t expressed his concerns.
In the second or two it takes you to sit straight, you mentally prepare to look at Yoongi. Still the concern etched on his features doesn’t make anything better. You remind yourself of what you thought earlier; don’t run away from this problem.
“It’s not that serious,” you try to lighten the mood even though your smile is forced, and your words feel heavy. “I haven’t killed anyone or anything.”
Yoongi doesn’t crack a smile, just stares you down with those soul eating, yet still soft, eyes.
You feel sweaty, feel like you want to bolt out of this situation, feel like you would literally rather be swimming with sharks then say what you’re about to say. But you try not to overthink it, try not to think of the what ifs and buts. If you truly care about this man, if you truly have feelings for him, then you need to say something.
“I like you,” your voice husky and weak.
You clear your throat, eyes drift and snap back to Yoongi as if unsure where to look, too scared to look at him but feel like you need to say this directly at him. When you speak again it’s clearer and more convincing.
“I don’t mean in the same way I like Priya or Jimin. I mean, I like talking to you, I liked our date together, I like your smile and your hair and I don’t know, I like you. And you don’t have to say you feel the same way, I know the date wasn’t really a date, but I can’t get you out of my head and it’s driving me insane – which you clearly saw tonight.” You pause, take a breath, and then say, “I really like you, Yoongi.”
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not-a-bot-just-shy · 11 months
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Erik being affectionate….you’ve officially gotten me hooked <3 I’m also currently pretty sick so the last Erik ask was SO GOOD- I don’t wanna rush you since I see you already have some rqs but could you maybe do more affectionate Erik 👀 ❤️
Hope you’re feeling a lil better Moodie💕💕 Seems like a lot of sicknesses and allergies are going around lately :(
Erik’s heart pounded as the orchestra’s sound crescendoed, then quieted to silence with his guidance as the conductor. This was the closest to a perfect performance he had ever reached— every student had played their part beautifully, and the atmosphere in the room was filled with breathless wonder, broken by rounds of applause. Most importantly of all, you were there.
Erik turned, catching your eye in the audience, and bowed. The students behind him also stood and bowed, and he lead them off the stage. The audience slowly dispersed, the students’ loved ones waiting in the lobby to congratulate them on the performance. You waited too, excited to talk to Erik.
It didn’t take long for him and some of his students to leave the back room and come into the lobby. The students were glowing with happiness, and Erik looked so proud, complimenting them on the performance. Once he saw you, though, Erik grinned— grinned!— and walked over to you immediately, taking your hands in theirs.
Your heart caught in your throat at his expression; it was rare to see him so happy, so full of life. Your own smile only grew as they leaned close and nuzzled his nose against yours, thanking you for coming to the performance.
“It was absolutely beautiful! I wouldn’t have missed it for the world!” You assured him.
He looked deep into your eyes, voice serious, “Still, it would have been nothing without you here.”
Before you could respond, a few students began giggling and making kissy noises at the two of you. Erik pulled back, embarrassed at the public display of emotion, and glared at them. The students dispersed quickly to avoid a scolding, still giggling amongst themselves.
You snorted and linked your arm with Erik’s. “Come on, handsome, let’s go home. Unless you’d like to go out to eat first?”
“Home,” he decides, cheeks still pink and lips pressed in a thin line.
“Okay,” you lean in and kiss his cheek, smiling fondly at the way their flush spreads to the tips of his ears.
The two of you make your way home, and finally get to change from stuffy formal clothes to more comfortable loungewear and pajamas. Erik smiles, seeing you curled up on the couch and curls up next to you, resting his cheek on your shoulder.
You hum happily, leaning into his touch. He’s usually not so cuddly.
“Thank you again, for… for coming with me, to see the performance,” he pauses, and thinks perhaps he was being a bit too vulnerable. How could he possibly explain the way your presence changed the music? Changed his conducting? The way music had never made his heart soar like that before, the way you made his heart soar. His angel, his muse. “…It means a lot to the students, you know.”
“Your students don’t even know me that well!” You protest, giggling.
He just wraps his arms around you and presses a kiss to the junction of your neck and shoulder. It just makes you squirm and giggle more. Even if he can’t figure out how to say what he means, he hopes you’ll still understand.
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Cornbread Pt. 3
Killmonger x pregnant! reader
Warnings: Mentions of blood, bodily fluids, mentions of C-Section
As the people around you hustled you for information, it felt like needles had been stuck into your back. Down your spine and into your pelvis, you must have sat up too fast.
You looked down at your hands for a moment and could’ve sworn you faintly felt where your hand had been kissed. It felt surreal, like just closing your eyes would bring you back to it. But a feeling deep in your gut told you it was much much deeper than that.
Your fiancé eventually calmed himself down and grabbed you by your face, fed up with the lack of answers and how he wasn’t used to this silence of yours. Even early in the morning seven months pregnant you would be loud enough for your neighbors to hear.
He held your face in his calloused, colossal hands and made you look at him, drawing you from your thoughts that had caged you.
“(Y/n). I need you to answer me now.” He began, taking a breath and removing his hands from your face to your hands. “What the hell happened to you?”
You stared at him for a moment before taking a breath.
“You really needed a breath mint.”
Several check ups and ultrasounds later, Shuri deemed your perfectly okay, you had no internal issues besides the compression of important organs due to the size of your baby. The lack of bladder control had told you months ago. But you and Erik were more than happy to hear your child was in good health, and Erik made it his mission to make sure you never forgot the face you made before you passed out. “You looked like a ghost being sucked into a vacuum.” He says.
“Hopefully you don’t pass that face into my son, Ma.” He added, walking with you on his arm through the capital of Wakanda, enjoying the atmosphere and the beautiful scenery and shops.
“I hope you don’t pass on those pubes on your upper lip to my son, ‘Pa’.” You shot back, smirking softly as you bumped his hip.
He let out a laugh and went to do it back, but you pulled yourself back which only sent him too far to the left, putting him in front of you. You let out a hearty laugh and put your hands on his shoulders, leaning forward with your head down and bent over.
He turned around and grabbed your hands until you let out a gasp and he immediately became serious, thinking he grabbed your hands too tight he released them. But the sudden splash on the paved street between your legs, dousing the robe you wore and your legs in fluid told him his grip on your hands was the last of your worries.
“Erik—“ you began, cutting yourself off with a pained groan. You grabbed under your stomach and let out an even more pitiful whine, your fiancé frozen for a split second before he bent down and picked you up bridal style.
“Shit you do this now?” He asked, walking quickly against the crowds and back to the castle, using his kimono bracelet to call his cousins and Aunt.
You gave him a glare and grabbed his hair. You’d have cursed him out if your lower back and stomach didn’t feel like you were going to burst.
You’d always known Erik was squeamish to bodily fluids outside of orgasms and blood. Your morning sickness in the toilet bowl when he would accidentally walk in unannounced to brush his teeth taught him that quickly. So despite his over coming of disgust as he carried you which you appreciated, he couldn’t help but make faces at the sticky wet sounds from your robe and the fluid against his skin.
The Dora Milage eventually came to his rescue, taking you safely and onto a bed that would be rushed into the hospital and nursery rooms of the castle. T’Challa was the first to catch up, as he had been in a meeting that he was able to wrap up in order to not miss the delivery of his nephew. Shuri and Romanda were busy with the border tribe and M’Baku. Official business you assumed. Well, before the delivery of your child and the pain throughout your body and the sudden sensory issues you had with the robe sticking to your wet skin filled your head.
Erik followed despite the attempts of the Dora Milage to stop him from entering the hospital.
“Let him in!!” You cried, letting out a cry of pain right after as you were put onto a new bed and nurses rushed in. They prepped you quickly, giving you fluid after fluid to drink and to have injected. Epidural wasn’t on your mind unfortunately, but it didn’t really matter either, as after you were prepped, the doctor could tell by previous ultrasounds and the state you were in that a C-Section was needed.
You felt uneasy at the idea of being cut open, sitting yourself up on the last bit of adrenaline you had left.
Erik rushed to your side, fear in his eyes and his sleeve drenched. He grabbed your hand and held it to his chest as his other hand gently pushed you back to lay down. “No, no, lay your ass down.” He told you. “It’s gonna be okay, Babygirl, please, don’t overexert yourself. We can make another baby but no one can make another you. If a c-section is what you need then I’ll be damned before I let any doctor fuck that up.” He grabbed your hand with both of his hand kissed the back of it, putting your hand to his forehead and mumbling. Praying to Bast you assumed.
Tears welled in your eyes and you nodded, grabbing his hand back as your other hand gripped the sheets, squeezing his hands as pained cries filled the room.
Erik couldn’t help but let out tears, you were in pain. He couldn’t stand it no matter how much he knew he couldn’t do anything to help. He kisses your hand over and over again until a mask was put over your nose and mouth.
Geez, if you were a member of the Avengers, your name would definitely hav to be black out.
Hours- no, days passed. Your son was delivered safely and you had been successfully sewn up, with some proper healing, the scar would never be visible. And seeing as you hadn’t woken up just yet, you definitely gave yourself a headstart on the recovery.
Erik sat at your bedside, holding M’Jabe to his chest in one arm as the other held up his tired head. He was clean, free from your broken water and in an outfit you’d have guessed T’Challa gave him to wear. M’Jabe was much like his father already, he was born 9 pounds 2 ounces and with a full head of curly brown hair. He was brown skin, but of course, when he first popped out Erik questioned if it was really his child. He’d be damned before he was that light skinned.
Aside from the outspoken features, M’Jabe was born with your nose and Erik’s eyebrows and lips. He’d even developed a birth mark on his arm similar to the one on yours. He was Erik’s mini him with the love of his life mixed in, he couldn’t have been happier.
“M’Jabe, tell your mother to wake up, already.” He mumbled, letting out a sigh as the heave of his chest made his son stir. He rubbed his back gently to calm him back down again.
“Don’t…” you mumbled, making your fiancé jump and whip his head in your direction, you looked back at him with tired eyes and a matching tired smile on your face. “… tell me what to do, Erik… or M’Jabe…” you chuckled.
With a quick sloppy, wet and much needed kiss planted on your dry lips, Erik laughed and called in nurses to look you over, putting his son back into his crib and waited patiently for you to be taken care of.
Despite having a C-section, your lower region had torn about a centimeter or two and you needed a few stitches. You wondered how early Erik’s beefy gene had occurred in him to have started so early in your son. You were properly cleaned and looked over, deemed needing to stay in the hospital for about a week or so more, just to make sure you were truly okay and for them to give you the green light to walk again and leave.
M’Jabe was beautiful, and tears filled your eyes as you looked him over in your arms, he had Erik’s eyes and what you recognized to be your face shape. You grinned and held your baby close, kissing his forehead gently, it wasn’t long before the room was filled with your in-laws running in.
“Nephew!!” Shuri cheered, standing by your bed with stars in her eyes as she looked down at the baby. She reached to touch his head and Romanda swatted her hand away, giving her a disapproving look and scolding her in Xhosa. You let out a soft laugh as Shuri whined and held her hand, stepping back as T’Challa stepped forward.
“He’s gorgeous.” He said with a smile. “I have no doubt he’ll be powerful like his father. And his Uncle of course.”
“Aye, watch it.” Erik warned him, pointing a finger at him as you laughed.
“Oh he definitely will be, with his father watching over him anyway.” You added, rocking your child softly.
Romanda walked over with a soft smile and a gasp at the sight of her grandchild, looking over his face as she put her hands to hover over his head and say a small prayer over your child. Once she finished, she cupped your face and kissed your forehead. “Thank you for my first grandchild. He’s beautiful.”
You smiled and nodded to her, more than happy for her words. M’Jabe stirred in your arms and as you looked down at him, you could’ve sworn you saw his pupils slit for what was a split second. But just as fast as they thinned they widened, smiling up at his mother.
You couldn’t have asked for a better title.
(Sorry this took so long! Been busy with personal stuffs lol, next part soon!!! - BIZZYBKD)
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Running from the Flames {6}
Pairing: Pierre Gasly x OFC Warnings: 18+ only, kissing, a punch is thrown - this is a work of fiction and the events are not based on reality. Chapter: One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten || Eleven* || under construction
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“Pierre, the rumours are that you are now dating Brianna Vowles. That must be quite the change from the models you have been romantically linked to in the past.”
This was the beginning. The very first reporter. 
Paulo looked at me and gave an apologetic smile. 
“What do you have to say?” the reporter probed when Pierre said nothing. 
“I’m sorry, was there a question in there?” 
The crowd laughed and the tension evaporated as they moved on to the next reporter with a reminder to keep the questions in relation to the teams and race day. 
I thought we had gotten away lightly but the last reporter didn’t care about the rules as much as the others who had asked about tactics and confidence levels going into the race. He held up a picture of a birth certificate and I leaned closer as I recognised both him and the name on the certificate.
“What the fuck?” I growled as I rose to my feet and sat Addie down on the chair. “Can you watch her?” 
I didn’t wait for an answer as I stormed my way through the paddock to where the interviews were. I never heard the question he asked but a silence fell over the crowd as I rounded the corner in time to see Pierre vault off the stage and into the media area. 
“Pierre!” I screamed trying to get his attention but he was busy making his way to Trent Gordon who was still holding a copy of Adelaide’s birth certificate. A few cameras turned my way as I followed but most were still focused on Pierre and the angry words he was having with Trent.
“What the fuck is your problem?” Pierre growled as he shoved Trent. 
“No problem here,” Trent laughed as he kept the paper up high for all the cameras to photograph. “I just want to expose the truth. See this line, it says Father: Unknown.” 
I finally made it through the crowd and ripped the page from his hands. “There’s a permanent restraining order forbidding you from coming near me or my family, Trent. Get the hell out of here before I call the police.”
He scoffed and looked innocently at the people around him. “Maybe we should call them, tell them what a liar you are. You do know it’s illegal to lie on government documents, right. And we both know that Adelaide Mirabella Vowles’ father is Erik Sorensen.”
I felt sick as he publicly announced something that had been kept quiet for almost three years. Erik may have fathered a child but I never wanted him to know about it, not after what he did. And now the news would spread like wildfire, no doubt reaching Brixton Penitentiary where Erik was serving his 10 year sentence.
My hands clenched into fists as the man in front of me smiled and all the rage I had thought had disappeared over the years came back in a tidal wave. I didn’t even feel the impact or see my hands move, but I heard the collective gasp as my fist broke Trent’s nose before I was whisked away.
“Fuck, fuck, are you okay, ma cherie?” Pierre asked as he picked me up when my feet refused to walk and I wrapped my legs around his waist, burying my face in his neck.
“I just wanted to keep her safe from that monster.” The tears spilled over as I realised I failed her. “I can’t let him ruin her too.”
“You’re not ruined,” he promised as he brushed my hair back and wiped my tears away. “Hear me, you’re not ruined.” 
He carefully set me down on a bench and I looked around to see we were in the drivers room. Otmar filled the doorway behind him, a sheen of sweat on his face like he had run from his principal interview. 
“Can you watch Addie please? I just need a few minutes.”
He nodded, his worry increasing at the catch in my voice. “Your dad’s already on his way.”
The door closed silently behind him and I looked at my shaking fist. I had never actually punched someone before and I never wanted to again. I hadn’t been able to control the rage that had come over me and I wondered if that made me as bad as Erik. 
I was fixated on my knuckles, the bruise and swelling quickly forming before my eyes. Then the pain began, a worsening throb that spread across my hand and tore a whimper from my lips. 
Pierre gently uncurled my fingers and saw the swelling, swearing under his breath before he tore his shirt over his head. The ripple of muscles distracted me and I watched as he opened a wheelie bin to see it was full of ice water. He scooped out a handful of cubes and wrapped them in his shirt before taking my hand and placing it carefully on top. 
“That was one hell of a right hook,” he said softly, but there was definitely a sense of pride in his words. 
“I shouldn’t have done that, I’m already going to be in enough trouble.”
“He deserved it, and more, for what he's done.” 
Pierre stepped between my legs so he could wrap his arms around me and I was lost to the comfort of his embrace as well as the rich tones of his cologne. It was an all encompassing feeling of security when he held me like this and I knew at that moment that I wanted more from him. 
I peered up at him from under my lashes. “Are you sure you want to get tangled in all this drama? I mean, you should be concentrating on your race but instead you’re charging into the media like a damn white knight to my rescue.”
From the sparkle in his eyes he took pride in the title and dropped a lopsided grin. “It won’t always be like this, the reporters get bored and things settle down. But, I like you, Bri, and I’m already invested in seeing where this goes. So, unless that’s not what you want…”
 “I want it,” I rushed before biting my lip and willing my racing heart to relax and repeated it a little more calmly. “I want this, Pierre.”
I ran my hands over the hard planes of his chest, feeling the soft curls beneath my palms and he stilled, barely breathing, as he let me take my time and explore him. His heart was a steady thrum against my hand but the pulse at his neck raced the higher I reached. 
I followed the curve of his collarbone and draped my arms around his neck so I could run my fingers through the strands of his hair, marvelling at how soft it was. With the courage I lacked only two days ago, I pulled him closer and his eyes traced over my face, silently asking if I was ready. 
I nodded and closed the distance.
His lips had to be a drug because with one taste I was addicted. I no longer needed air, I would happily just breathe him in. My lips parted for him and my fingers tangled in his hair as I welcomed the kiss that chased away the pain in my hand and set my body on fire. 
“Just friends, huh?”
“Putain de merde,” Pierre swore as he spun around to face the intruder only to blanche at the sight. 
“Dad!” I dropped my hands from Pierre and cleared my throat. “Um, I’m assuming you two know each other.”
“Monsieur Vowles,” Pierre recovered and held out his hand to my dad.
“Pierre,” dad said coldly, shaking it once before crossing his arms again. “May I have a moment with my daughter?”
“Uh, yeah, of course.” He went to a narrow door along the wall and grabbed a fresh shirt out, quickly pulling it over his head before squeezing through the doorway that my dad didn’t move from with an apology. 
“A bit childish don’t you think?” I muttered as dad finally stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
He didn’t even give me a small chuckle, letting me know what kind of mood he was in. “Did you forget our little chat this morning?”
“No.”
“This isn’t being careful,” he said with a pointed finger at my icepack. “There’s only so much I can do in the FIA but there were fans and we can’t stop them from posting what happened out there.”
“I know, I wasn’t thinking straight. I just saw that asshole and snapped, and possibly broke something. Fuck, my hand hurts.”
His eyes softened and he lifted Pierre’s wet shirt away to see the purple bruise spreading. “You should get this looked at.”
I shot him an incredulous look. “I’m not going to miss the race. I’ll take some painkillers and see how I feel after the podium. How did Trent get in anyway?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted sullenly. “The pass he scanned wasn’t his so we are tracking the owner down. It’s likely he flew in this morning after seeing the photos from last night, wanting to get the spotlight while the attention on you was fresh.”
“It feels personal and I don’t get why he hates me.”
“Well the fact that he went bankrupt after the court case probably didn’t help.” Dad frowned at the confusion on my face. “Honey, where did you think the reparation payout came from?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted with a shrug. “Money wasn’t exactly my focus when I was laid up in bed recovering and then back at Uni.”
“He was an independent journalist, it came from his own back pocket.”
Shit, that would explain the hatred radiating from him and why he was hell bent on making my life miserable.
“Look, I have to get back but I’ll let you know if I hear anything more.” His words pulled me from my thoughts and I gave him a quick hug, thanking him for the update.
“Pierre won’t get in trouble will he?” I asked as I walked him to the door.
“He’s not the one who threw the punch,” he said with a shake of his head as he murmured, “but I might like him a bit more if it was him.”
“Cut it out, please, he makes me happy.”
Dad rolled his eyes and sighed, “fine, but if he fucks up then I don’t care that he’s on Otmar’s team, I’ll penalise his ass until he’s 20th on the grid.”
The gusto made me laugh and I gave him a hug. “No you won’t but it’s nice to hear you have my back.”
“Siempre.”
“Ay, mama will be pleased,” I teased as I opened the door. “30 years of marriage and you’re finally learning some Español.”
“I know plenty, mija,” he fired back. “It’s just for her ears only.”
“Uh, disgusting.” My face screwed up and I tossed Pierre’s wet shirt at him but he was already gone, his laugh fading as he left Alpine’s area.
Since I was in a better space of mind I went in search of Addie, hoping it hadn’t been too much to ask for Otmar to watch her at such an important time but when I found him she wasn’t there. Panic began to creep in as I looked around the crews and didn’t see her but Otmar waved me over and placed a calming hand on my shoulder.
“She’s in the car,” he said as he pointed to the adjoining room where Pierre’s race car was waiting. “I’m a little hurt that she didn’t want to stay with me when your beau came out.”
“You’ll always be her Poppa,” I assured him. “Pierre’s just her shiny new toy and he spoils her with attention.”
“That makes me feel much better,” he said sarcastically before his assistant handed him more paperwork to check over while I left him to it. 
The race car was on its stand with the tyres yet to be put on. They were being kept warm under insulation wraps and would only be attached when it was time to head to the track. Even without them on I could see the axle turning and when I was close enough to see into the driver's seat I found Addie pretending to drive from Pierre’s lap.
“I’m going brrrrrmmm so fast,” she declared with a toothy smile when she spotted me. 
“So fast your wheels came off,” I gasped and pointed to the metal bar that they joined to. 
She turned wide eyed to Pierre and smooshed his cheeks in her hands. “Woah, did you see that?”
He played along effortlessly, appearing equally as shocked until she burst out in a fit of laughter. Her pure joy had me smiling and the worry I had that she had seen what happened during the interview faded. She was happy and content, too young to understand the weight of the world, just like you hoped she would remain for as long as possible. 
“Thank you,” I mouthed to Pierre as I lifted her out of the car so he could follow. 
His body brushed mine as he stepped down and my heart skipped a beat as I remembered the feel of his skin under my hands. “My pleasure.”
The moment was broken by the pit crew arriving to start warming the oil for the car and I knew it was almost time. Pierre was already being called to go and get his fireproofs on but I stopped him and pulled the necklace my mother had given me when Addie was born. “She brings good luck and protection,” I said as he ducked his head so I could put it around his neck. 
He picked up the gold pendant and studied the image of Our Lady of Guadalupe. I wasn’t overly religious, only going to church when it was expected of me and that was mostly when we went to Acapulco to visit my abuela, but I always wore the necklace.
“Are you sure?” he asked and I nodded with certainty. “Merci.”
He kissed the pendant before leaning forward and kissing my forehead too and the warmth of his lips spread like liquid across my body. I could have stayed feeling that way all day, like I had my own personal sun to bask in, but Addie had other ideas as she squirmed forward in my arms, shoving her face between us and patting her forehead. 
“Jealous, princesse,” he said with a smile before giving her the kiss on her forehead she was wanting. “Where’s her earmuffs? It’s about to get loud in here.”
His concern for her endeared me all the more as I reached into my handbag and pulled the pair out for her before reminding him of his own wellbeing. “You should use some more Bonjela before you get in the car too.”
Pierre placed his hand over his heart as he backed away towards his impatient team waiting. “What would I do without you, mon ange.”
I didn’t have a response as he disappeared into the mass of people waiting to get him suited up, stretched and ready for the big event. I was still relearning how to breathe after hearing him call me his angel. 
So much for taking things slow.
Click here for chapter seven.
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cjsarchive · 11 days
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Can you write a fic (or headcanon if you prefer) about the boys helping a sick MC? Or an MC who's on her period? Love your work by the way
Thank you for the compliment!:D Hope you enjoy!
Fever-Incubi x Mika
(Platonic:3)
Cw: Vomit
Mika laid in bed blankly staring at the wall. She grabbed her phone and checked the time, 4:37am. She sighed and immediately set the phone back down as the light irritated her already throbbing head. Why can’t I sleep?! She thought. Groaning, Mika kicked the blanket off of her as she was sweating quite profusely. But as soon as she took the blanket off, she started to shiver as she felt cold. This is awful. She was dog tired yet couldn’t sleep at all. Suddenly, Mika got a nauseous feeling in her stomach. She adjusted her position to lay on her back, hoping that would keep it down. But she couldn’t help as she quickly got up, rushed to the bathroom, and vomited. Mika hadn’t eaten much, so it was mostly dry heaving above the toilet. She sighed as she sunk down to lay on the bathroom floor, her head against the cold tile sort of helping with the throbbing. Mika knew she had to get up eventually, but her body felt limp. Her eyes slowly drifted shut and she finally found sleep.
Later that morning, the boys were in the dining room. James and Matthew were setting the table with breakfast as Sam, Erik, and Damien sat at the table waiting. James set down the final plate and they noticed Mika still wasn’t downstairs.
“Huh,” Matthew stated, “Mika’s still not up yet?”
“Hmm. She’s usually up before Sam at least.” Damien stated and, while Sam didn’t want to, he couldn’t help but nod in agreement.
James checked the time on his watch, 10:06, “Perhaps we should go check on her.”
“Maybe she just wants to sleep in today,” Erik chimed in, “It is the weekend after all.”
“Her breakfast’s just gonna have to be cold then.” Sam said matter of factly.
“I don’t know, maybe we should wait for her a bit longer.” Matthew said, but Sam had already started digging into his food. James rolled his eyes at him.
The boys had all finished eating and Mika still wasn’t downstairs. “She never usually sleeps this late.” James said started to get a bit concerned.
“Relax, James. I’ll go wake her up.” Sam grunted as he stood up and made his way up to her room. When he got outside her door, he knocked a couple times. “Time to get up, doofus!” He waited about 30 seconds before he knocked again. Still no answer. Sam opened the door and let himself in, “Geez. doofus. You never-“ He froze when he didn’t see Mika in the bed. He proceeded to take a look around the room, “Mika?” He stepped further in and looked towards the master bathroom and saw Mika on the floor. “Mika?!” He quickly rushed over to her, “What the hell?” He hesitated for a bit trying to think of what to do.
Soon the rest of the incubi rushed in, Damien in front, “What happened?!” He panicked.
“I don’t know!” Sam exclaimed, “I walked in and she was on the floor.” Jame made his way towards Mika. Sam stepped back and let James examine her.
“Well she’s still breathing.” He said letting out a sigh of relief. He proceeded to gently shake her, “Miss? Miss wake up.” Mika slowly opened her eyes and winced at the pain in her head and the pain that’s now in her body from sleeping on the floor, “Miss, are you okay?”
“Why are you on the floor?” Erik asked her.
“She’s sweating a lot.” Matthew piped in. Mika began to shiver from the cold as she tried to speak.
“I- I-“ She retched and went on to vomit again. James quickly went to hold her hair out of her face.
“Holy shit.” Sam remarked.
James put a hand on her arm, “You’re extremely warm, Miss.”
“I t-think I have a fever.” Mika managed to get out.
“A fever?” Matthew asked, confused.
“We’ll look into it, Miss. For now, let’s get you off the bathroom floor.” James scooped Mika into his arms,
“Sam, can you go get a bag in case she has to vomit again?” Sam nodded and in a blink of an eye, he now held a garbage bag in his hands. James gently set Mika down into bed and she quickly pulled the blanket over her. “But Miss, you’re already very warm. Shouldn’t you try to cool down?”
“I’m cold.” Mika said, almost pulling the blanket over her head. James furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
“Sam, Damien, can you two stay here with her? Erik and Matthew, can you two come with me to figure out what’s going on with her?” Everyone nodded at Jame’s command before doing what they needed to do.
James sat at the chair in the study as Erik and Matthew stood behind him. James typed fever into the google search bar. He clicked on the first website that popped up and read the symptoms list out loud.
“Well, that definitely seems like what she has.” Erik sighed.
“At least we know she’s not dying or anything.” Matthew chuckled nervously. James continued to look through multiple sources to confirm the information was resourceful.
“Alright, all these sources say that she needs rest, water, to stay cool, and something called ibuprofen. She as well needs to have something in her system when she takes it. We should try to get her to eat.”
“But I thought it said people with fevers won’t have an appetite?” Matthew questioned, “Human sickness is weird.”
Erik read the website on the screen, “It says here the best thing to eat is chicken soup. That will also keep her hydrated.”
“I can go make her the soup!” Matthew offered and quickly rushed off to the kitchen.
Sam continued to hold the bag for Mika whenever she dry heaved as Damien rubbed her back in gentle circles.
“So, what the hell is going on with her?” Sam asked worriedly to James and Erik as they walked back into the room.
“She’s contracted a human illness. A fever. She’ll be fine, apparently it’s quite common.”
“Princess,” Erik started, “Do you have this medicine called ibuprofen?”
“Yeah, it's in the medicine cabinet above my sink.” Mika pointed to the bathroom. Erik nodded and went to find the medicine as James went into her closet and fetched a lighter blanket, bringing it back into her room.
“Now Miss, I know you’re cold, but all the sources I discovered say you need to stay cool, as I suspected.” Mika groaned as James traded out the heavy blanket for the lighter one. Erik came out of the bathroom and set the ibuprofen down on the nightstand. Matthew came in with a bowl of soup and a bottle of water and set them down next to the ibuprofen.
“Mika, can I help you sit up? You need to eat.” Damien asked. Mika nodded and Damien gently helped her sit up and adjusted her pillows behind her.
“Here, I can feed it to you,” Matthew suggested.
“Do you wanna watch a movie or something?” Sam asked, wanting to be helpful.
“No thanks, my head still hurts.” Mika muttered.
“Well, is there anything else you need?” Damien asked.
“Yeah, anything you need, we’re on it!” Matthew chimed in. Mika couldn’t help but smile. She had obviously had fevers before and knew how to treat herself, but the fact that the incubi found out something was wrong and rushed to help her made her get a warm fuzzy feeling in her heart.
“Then can someone rub my feet?” She said, trying to joke. But Erik without a second thought went down to the foot of the bed and lifted the blanket off her feet.
“Whatever my princess desires.” He smirked playfully. Mika laughed. She got used to Erik’s playful flirting and it always managed to brighten her mood.
Matthew fed Mika the soup slowly while Erik rubbed her feet, Damien stayed close to her side and provided cuddles, James made sure the room stayed cool, and Sam sat close by trying to joke and keep her mood happier.
“Do you feel you’ve had enough soup to take the medicine?” Matthew asked, “I could always heat it back up for you if you want to eat it later.”
“Yeah, I’ll take the ibuprofen.” Mika took the recommended amount of medicine and drank small amounts of water.
“Alright, now you need more rest.” Damien readjusted the pillows and softly laid Mika back down. James went into the bathroom and came back with a cold wet rag. He laid it on Mika’s forehead.
Erik laid the blanket back over her feet and stood up, “Call us if you need anything, Princess.” Everyone got up and prepared to leave.
“Wait, guys,” Mika said, making them bring their full attention to her, “I just wanna say thank you. I already feel better thanks to you. I love you guys.” Each of their faces in unison went a slight pink. They all gave soft smiles while Sam looked away slightly.
“No problem, Miss. Now get some rest.” James said softly before they all left except for Sam who held back for a bit.
“Hey, uh. Sorry about what you’re going through. And um, sorry for not being very helpful.”
Mika smiled at him, “Sam, I can promise you that you being here with me made me feel a lot better. You’re awesome.” Sam’s blushed intensified as he grinned his toothy grin and chuckled a bit.
“Thanks. Feel better.” Sam then followed his brothers out the room. Mika got comfortable and relaxed. The smile stayed on her face as she drifted off to sleep.
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eatommo · 1 year
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Mindless [e.l./c.x./j."l".h.]{kd26}
group sex/seduction
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CW: minor professor kink, dubcon due to readers mutation, mmf, female orgasm, implied group sex, the reader is essentially a succubus so tread lightly.
a/n: I am so far behind on this but some huge changes are happening in my life, hopefully for the better. I will get the rest of the prompts pumped out but please be patient <3, my cherik heart had to put them somewhere so.
Logan might have had the temper of a bear, but you and Erik were being too damn loud.  He had been laying on his bed ignoring the thrash of the headboard against the shared wall rhythmically until he heard a moan.  
“You’re fucking kidding me.” He grumbles to himself, half tempted to barge into the room and embarrass the two of you so you’d at least go to Erik’s room and keep Charles up all night. As if on queue, he hears a familiar British voice in his head, “Don’t be so bitter, join us.”
 His blood runs cold then turns white hot, “Stay out of my head Charles.”  Isn’t this suppose to be a school? What is happening?
“It used to be a school, there’s no one here. Loosen up.” His voice echos through the wall this time, angry Logan wasn’t as fun as flustered Logan, and even the professor knew that.  
You giggled out a laugh, “It can be a school if you want, Charles likes being called professor in bed don’t you?” 
Logan considered letting the bones the jutted from his knuckles pierce his skull so he might have a moment of peace, but as his eyes fell shut you appeared in front of him.  Well, on top of him. 
The projection was weightless, but you stradled his lap.  The expanse of your skin calling to his rough hands.  He knew what you were, a master of seduction by genetic design, every bit of your body called to him.  It felt like if he didn’t get his hands on you, air would cease to fill his lungs, his heart would implode, his mouth ran dry.  
“This isn’t fair.”  His face turned red as he struggled to breathe.  His hands passing through the image of your hips in his brain and settling onto his own thighs. 
“Poor baby, I know its so hard feeling so lonely, let us help.”  Even as you weightlessly shifted across his lap, each word felt like a fire stroking his skin.  “We can be gentle.”  The hairs on the back of his neck stood on edge, like you were dripping ice water down his back, “Or if something more rugged suits you.” 
He’s about to give some half-willed retort when your demeanor shifts, and your body buckles in on itself as you moan “Fuck.” and promptly orgasm.  Your voice echos through the wall as well as into his brain, like some sick illusion, your breathless voice hoarse with pleasure as your body quivers on top of him.  It’s not enough, and he’s made up his mind. 
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deluxewhump · 1 year
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Carlo sickfic: Martin Olson AU
takes place a week or so after this incident in “im not yours”
CW: more Blake than Martin, fairly graphic emeto more than once, nausea, headache, fever, sickness, weakness, spoon feeding, pet whump mentions, comfort, two generations of carewhumpers here, past abuse mentions including spraying with cold water from a hose
Carlo didn’t want to be sick. He never wanted to be sick, of course. But he really didn’t want to be sick here.
He’d been sick like this once, but it was years ago and he came down with it in the warehouse. It had been freezing for a week and they’d sprayed him with a hose for fun every time he dozed off on a pallet. He remembered his hair freezing. He could crack strands of it like a stick with his fingers. It was a full day before he stopped falling asleep and started losing consciousness. Only then had Keith taken him inside to Erik, and lied by omission about the hose and cold water factoring into the state he was in.
He didn’t know what this was. A virus, something he ate. He just knew he was fine Wednesday evening and then woke up at midnight in a cold sweat. He vomited until he was shaking all over, doing nothing but gagging on stomach bile.
Martin found him that way in the morning. He’d cleaned up his face, given him some all-natural mouthwash to rinse out his sour tasting mouth. He smelled of sharp sweat and vomit, but Martin did not have time or patience to try and get him in a bath and he was grateful. The thought of hot water made him queasy and he was too exhausted to hold himself up to dry heave anymore.
Martin picked him up under the armpits and got him to a sitting position on the shelf of the tub.
“M’ sorry,” Carlo panted, dizzy. “I don’t know what….”
“You’re alright,” Martin assured him, pulling him up to standing. He was strong, like a man twenty years his junior. Carlo remembered the ease with which he’d wheeled him around, slammed him into the wall downstairs. His head had been tender for two days. He slumped against him and focused on keeping his legs strong, though they shook with the effort.
“You didn’t take anything, did you?”
“No,” Carlo shook his head miserably. “Nothing.”
“Let’s get you into bed, sweetheart. I have to be at the office today, I have a partner coming in from Houston. But I want you to answer when I call. Do you understand?”
Carlo nodded. They’d made their way to his room, peppered with his things now instead of hotel-bare. Martin set him gently on his back, picking up his ankles and swinging them up into bed. Carlo took a deep breath, his eyes already closing with exhaustion.
Martin lingered by the bed for a moment, and Carlo forced his eyes open to see his expression. It was gentle, the blue eyes which could be so icy were warm with concern. He sighed shakily and Martin touched his forehead. It seemed like a bad dream now that this same man had ever slammed him against the wall and grabbed him by the throat.
“I think you have a fever. I’m going to get you some medicine.”
Carlo dozed until he came back, two pink pills in hand. He brought a ginger ale and had even stuck a glass straw in the can. The glass straws made Carlo nervous. Like he was going to somehow break it and then drink the slivers, but Martin was not in the habit of keeping things like cheap plastic in his home.
Martin gave him a sip to swallow the pills and he drank gratefully, like a hummingbird right out of his hand.
“I’m going to call in a couple hours,” he said again. “Is your ringer on?”
It was all Carlo could do to pick up his phone and check. “No.” He switched it off silent with some effort and set it down on the nightstand. “Now it is.”
“Good boy. There’s a bowl by the bed if you feel sick again and don’t want to get up. I don’t want you lying on the tile all day in there. If you get worse, I’ll take you to my doctor.”
He didn’t like to think about feeling worse than this. Martin closed his door and he was pulled into sleep.
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Blake Olson hung up his coat and toed off his shoes in his fathers new house, balancing a clear container of soup in the crook of one arm.
He’d been a little surprised at a text from his dad in the middle of the day, but it made sense once he read it. His beloved little borrowed housepet had seemingly come down with something, and he wanted Blake to swing by and check on him. And bring him something to eat. He at least did not insult him by venmoing 30 bucks to him first. That was something.
While Blake was not in the mood to do his father any favors, he didn’t mind this one. It was for the pet, anyway. Not his dad.
He knocked softly on the bedroom door, cracked it when there was no answer. Carlo was sleeping, mouth parted slightly, dark circles under his eyes. His lips looked dry.
Blake sat gently on the side of the bed. At least this wasn’t his childhood home downtown. It would be weird as hell if his dad took in Erik Holstrom’s pet and had him sleep in Blake’s childhood room.
This house was newer, sleeker, more efficient. It had white walls where his childhood room had been a buttery yellow. It was uptown, and there were trees outside the tall windows.
“Hey, kid,” he said softly.
Carlo’s eyelashes fluttered and he cracked his eyes open. For a moment nothing registered, and then he scrambled back as best he could lying down.
“Shhh, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. It’s okay, Carlo. It’s just me, it’s Blake. Hey.”
He relaxed a little, heart pounding under a thin grey tee shirt. He coughed weakly.
“My dad said you weren’t feeling good and he wanted me to swing by and check on you.” Blake placed the container on the nightstand, along with a plastic spoon wrapped in cellophane. “I brought you some soup if you can stomach it. It’s really good. The soup place.”
“Thank-,” the boy started, but his tongue seemed to be stuck to the roof of his mouth. He coughed again.
“Here,” Blake held a lukewarm can of gingerale to his lips and he sipped.
“Is that a glass fucking straw?”
Carlo laughed weakly, closing his eyes and lying his head back against the pillows.
Blake felt like he’d won something, getting a reaction out of this stoic little robot.
“Don’t take this wrong, but you look like shit.”
Carlo nodded and swallowed like it hurt.
“Is my dad taking good care of you?”
He nodded again without opening his eyes.
“Huh. It’s hard for me to picture, I guess. He can be such a prick. My mom always took care of me when I was sick. Have you met her?”
“No.”
“Figures. Well she would take really good care of you.”
“Me?” Carlo opened his eyes. “Her ex-husband's… pet?”
Blake huffed. “Yeah, even so. She’d look past that if you were all sick and pathetic looking like this. Again, no offense. Everyone looks pathetic when they’re sick, I’m not saying you are pathetic. I know you’re not. I can see that in the way you carry yourself. You know your place, but you also know your worth. I didn’t mean it when I called you a whore the other day. That was a jab at my dad, not you.”
Carlo held his gaze for a moment, surprised. He glanced away.
“Here,” Blake pulled open the lid of the soup. “Are you up to a bite? I was specifically asked to try to feed you.”
He sat up some, and seemed interested if totally weak and exhausted. He fumbled with the wrapping on the spoon a few times before Blake just took it from him and did it himself.
“Here, I got you.”
He didn’t think anything of helping until Carlo actually opened his mouth to accept a spoonful of broth. The strange intimacy of the act hit him sideways and he had to double down rather than make it weird.
“It’s good, right?”
Carlo swallowed painstakingly.
“So…” he was grasping at straws for something to say that didn’t bring attention to the fact he was spoon feeding his fathers pet in bed. “I heard there’s gonna be an appeal to that sentencing.”
Carlo shrugged. “So they say.”
“You must be pretty sick of all of it, huh? You want him in prison forever, or what?”
“No,” Carlo breathed, brows knitting in offense.
“You never know. I didn’t know if he was nice to you or not. You miss him then?”
He had overstepped. What else was new. The boy flinched and turned away from a spoonful of broth. His throat worked over some unwanted emotion and his eyes looked bright, like there might be the prick of tears behind them.
“You don’t gotta answer me,” he said by way of apology. He thought of how Todd acted with his pet, quick with a backhand and a harsh word. He took his own issues out on the poor thing. Even in moments where he hated his father, he was not so petty or immature as to take it out on an innocent. And that’s what Carlo was. Caught in the crossfire.
“I’m not spying for my dad, either, if you’re worried about that. I don’t know if you noticed - but we have our issues, me and the old man. So, anything between us is…” he gestured in a circle around them, like stirring a pot with his finger. “Just between you and me.”
“You’ve both been very…. generous,” he said softly, all pet-manners suddenly.
“Doesn’t mean you don’t wanna go home. I get that.”
Carlo turned his head towards the pillow, tearing up now against his will with nowhere to hide it.
Blake put the soup down. Getting laughter out of him had been pleasing, but tears were something else. It didn’t feel good, but it felt like something nonetheless. Sensitive little thing. Who knew what that Holstrom guy had done to him before he ever landed here with them.
“I’m sorry, Carlo. I’m making it worse.”
Carlo laughed wetly. He was getting very pale, Blake noticed. “No. I just… I don’t feel very good…is there a… a bowl by the…”
“Yep. Here. Here.” He pulled up the bowl his father left beside the bed. It reminded him of being six years old and sick, lying in the couch watching cartoons and holding a similar bowl in his arms.
Carlo retched into it, the broth he’d just been fed coming right back up. It sounded miserable. Blake let him finish and made sure he was done before setting the bowl back down.
Carlo was apologizing, lips wet and eyes hazy. Blake felt a twinge of sympathy that bordered affection.
“Shhhh. It’s okay. Your belly is not ready for food yet, I think is what that’s telling us. Here.”
He gave him a sip of ginger ale. “Just try to keep sipping so you don’t get too dehydrated.”
“Sorry,” he said again, wincing around a sip of fizzy soda.
“Stop it, it doesn’t bother me any. I was throwing up last Sunday because I drank too much tequila the night before. I looked way worse than you and it was my own damn fault. You’re good. I promise. I’m gonna leave you alone so you can sleep, ok? I’m gonna come check on you in about an hour.”
“You don’t have to spend your whole day here.”
“I got some stuff to do, it’s fine. I just need… hey, is my old laptop still here?”
“Oh… yeah. It’s on the dresser. I… I didn’t know it was yours and I…”
“It’s fine. Relax. You’re good.”
He stood from the bed, gathering the bowl from beside the bed and scooping his old laptop under his other arm. When he was a kid, the bowl always disappeared and reappeared minutes later smelling faintly of disinfectant. He thought of his mom cleaning it up, making him toasted cheese sandwiches with the crust cut off. He’d never emptied someone else’s fucking puke bucket, but he supposed he didn’t mind. The poor kid looked rough. He paused in the doorway.
“Get some sleep, ok? You’re safe here.”
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triplesilverstar · 3 months
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All's well that ends Well
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Rating: 18+ Minors DNI
Pairing: Eriks X F!Reader
CW: Grinding, kissing, pining, vaginal fingering, being wet, awkward first kiss, unsure of feelings
Word count: Roughly 5.4K words
A/N: So this was another one inspired by art... plus Vash is not referred to as Vash at any point in this series so the reader just knows there's something a little off about him. This will be a three-parter and I have no idea of a timeline for it or how big it's going to be. So enjoy more of my ramblings. 
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You had to laugh behind your hand as Eriks almost tripped on the loose floorboard in the middle of the porch with the hamper filled with wet clothes to be hung outside on the line. After this last year of living with the three of you, you had to admit the two-toned-haired man had made more than enough of an impact in your lives. 
Lina had a male figure in her life that she could endlessly tease, Granny had someone to scold and fuss over, and you? Well, you had someone to have the occasional beer with and chase after Lina when she got into trouble. Even if you had been apprehensive when Lina first brought the strange man home, which in retrospect was funny given how you had come to live with Lina and Sheryl. Better known as Granny.
Five years earlier you had been a bandit running around causing chaos, and you’d gotten sick before coming to the town. Left to die by the others in the gang as your forehead burned and you watched the world through a haze, barely able to make out two blurry figures that approached you. Waking up several days later in a bed you didn’t remember falling asleep in and feeling better, though a lingering cough would forever plague you. Saved by Lina’s parents. 
A debt you felt you could never repay when they were killed. Sheryl had after a few weeks of grieving over the loss of her children allowed you to stay and help her raise Lina. Or at least try too. 
It had been different going from being a gunslinger to a, well you weren’t really sure what to call yourself. Looking after the small crops the family grew, a little bit of Tomas raising, and mainly trying to keep Lina out of trouble.
So the day you came back from the field exhausted and seeing a man wearing some of Lina’s father's old clothes and passed out on the couch in the living room left you reeling. 
Hours later rubbing your eyebrows after Lina explained how she had found him and she and Granny had cleaned the man up before he passed out. “How do we know he isn’t a bandit or something?” 
“Now dearie.” A light scolding sent your way from across the table you and Granny were still sitting around after chasing Lina to bed. “Not everyone has the best beginnings, we don’t judge them for that. Not in this house.” The tips of your ears burn as you let out a few coughs trying to loosen the tightness in your chest. 
“I see your point, Granny.” Dragging the back of your hand across your lips to catch any of the spittle. “Here’s hoping Lina has better sense than usual.” Shifting the hand to trail it through your hair and rubbing at the back of your neck. 
“Our girl has a good head on her shoulders.” 
That night you’d slept light, the lowest creak of the floorboards, or groaning of the house waking you from your slumber. When you finally stepped from your bedroom the next morning the bags under your eyes took up most of your face, moving on autopilot towards the kitchen. Freezing in the doorway you saw the tall man standing at the counter next to Lina following the young girl’s directions in making breakfast. Granny sitting at the table with a tea in hand and watching with amusement. 
“You look like you slept well last night.” If looks could kill Granny would have keeled over as you dropped into one of the chairs at the table. Dragging a hand down your face in your exhausted state.
“Very funny.” Snorting before raising your hand in front of your mouth feeling another cough coming. And once you’re done that little fit the clattering of a mug being placed in front of you reaches your ears. “Thank you, Lina” answering automatically before opening your eyes. 
To see the man pulling his hand away from the steaming mug. 
“You’re welcome.” A soft smile on his face and his voice makes something deep inside of you melt. Externally however you don’t let anything show, taking a small sip of your usual drink. 
Over breakfast, he introduced himself as Eriks and claimed he had no memory of his past before Lina found him. You highly doubted that, but the quick kick to your shin from under the table stopped you from saying anything. You were going to need to buy Lina less pointed boots in the future.  
Over the next few weeks, you found yourself watching his actions like a hawk, looking for any sign of ill intent toward your found little family. Instead, all you witnessed was a man who seemed almost as out of place as you did except he always seemed to wear a soft worn smile.
One night a little while later sitting there with Granny on the porch in her rocking chair and you on the hanging bench while Lina and Eriks were out in the field. The sound of laughter rang out from around the crops as the pair finished the evening chores with Eriks often stumbling as Lina pulled tricks on the older man. Granny spoke up. “Are you still as worried about him?”
Sighing, you adjust the way you’re sitting so you're leaning forward resting your elbows on your thighs, and watch the man. His hair has grown longer and while you keep getting the sense something isn’t quite right about him you can tell he can be trusted. “No. I guess not. He’s been a big help around here.” 
Letting out your own laugh when he trips over a rock landing face first in the dirt and dropping the basket filled with vegetables. “Well, when he’s not being a general nuisance” unaware of the shy smile growing on your face as the tall blond struggles to his feet dusting himself off before rounding up the fallen veggies.
“Hmmm,” Granny just hums, noticing the look on your face. A look she’s seen on Eriks once or twice in the time he’s been here when he’s been watching you as well. 
As time passed Sheryl was aware of the subtle shift in your attitude towards Eriks and his towards you. In the mornings when you weren’t up most of the night, your routine had slowly changed, from watching the twin suns rising in the sky by yourself on the porch to having company in the form of the blond. Now having soft conversations over what you needed to do during the day, sitting side by side on the hanging bench with low voices. Both were holding steaming mugs that the vapors curled up and around the two of you.
The older woman also noticed the smallest reaction each of you had to one another as whatever was between the two of you grew. Lingering touches that weren’t needed when passing items to one another, or taking longer than normal while doing the dishes to talk to one another. 
When you had a bit of a downturn with your health Sheryl wasn’t surprised at all as Eriks ensured you were wrapped in a blanket and fed you meals in your room. Honestly, the older woman found it all to be rather sweet. But in this moment watching the two of you hanging laundry after you had laughed at him almost falling on his face with the load of wet clothes she knew both of you needed a little push. 
Both of you would never act on your own and the old woman could see it as clearly as she saw the pink hue both of you would sport on occasion after your interactions. In fact, sometimes you muttered to the older woman it was because of the sun, not because of a certain long-haired man making you weak in the knees. 
And she was going to force the two of you to act and deliver that little push somehow. 
“Eriks at this point I’m not sure how you ever manage to get anything done, you’re so clumsy it’s almost funny.” Taking the basket from him to ensure none of the sheets fell to the ground to be covered in dirt and needing to be rewashed. 
“Just some bad luck I think.” Laughing along with you and helping you hang the clothes on the line to dry. “I’m not always that clumsy.” Holding one end of a bed sheet while you spread it out across the line and clip it in place.
“Sure, sir. Sure.” Letting your fingers linger over his briefly and feeling the heat from his skin warm your own digits. 
“Hey now, I’m really not that unlucky.” Working in tandem it doesn’t take either of you long to get the remaining laundry out on the line before Granny calls out to the two of you.
“Eriks!” Followed by the calling of your own name as you both turn towards the older woman hobbling towards you. 
“What’s wrong Granny?” 
“The pump seems to be out of water. Could I get the two of you to go into the well and see what might be going on?” Rubbing her hands together with a look of fear clear on her face. “That well is what allows us to live outside of town and look after ourselves. I hate to have to move because we’ve run out of water.” You catch the undercurrent in her words and you know better. Granny has spent her entire life on this little farm, raised her son here, and is now raising her granddaughter here. It’s not just the moving that she’s worried about, it's all the memories locked away in the floorboards of the house. The panels of the wall faded from the sun shining in through the thin windows. 
“Of course Granny!” Eriks is quick to answer, nodding as he walks to the porch to return the laundry hamper to the shade provided by it. 
“Hopefully it's something silly like the pipe for the pump having shifted out of the way.” Rolling your sleeves up and heading towards the opening of the well near the edge of the field just past where all your crops grew the house while still visible far enough away that you can’t see Granny on the porch and tossing the rope ladder down, pausing as Eriks places his palm over your shoulder.
“Let me go first.” Waving a small flashlight while you chuckle, Eriks tends to be more prepared than you. Or Granny for that manner. 
“Are you sure it’s not just so you can watch my butt when it comes down the ladder after you?” Teasing him you see the pink briefly flash across his face. 
“Hey now, we both know I’m not that kind of guy.” You might have believed him if not for the clear look of mischief in his eyes just visible behind the sunglasses slipping down his nose. 
“Whatever you say Eriks.” Motioning with your hand for him to take the lead and once he started you watched him go waiting for him to call back up to you that it was alright to come down behind him. 
Feeling the rough material under your hand woven from the hides of worms, it is a show of just how adaptable humanity has become in this new world. You never grew up with the benefit of a plant, your parents had been marauders and you had followed in their footsteps At least until you saw more of the light and you were glad Granny and her family didn’t have a plant either. It just seemed more at home to you living on the edge of a town and making your own way, it just felt right even if it wasn’t an easy life. 
In no time at all you see the bottom of the well, or at least the rock-strewn floor that brought you into the area of the well. Eriks stood to the side waving his flashlight around the open area and you feel your face warm wondering if he had been checking out your ass on your way down. 
It’s a little concerning as the soles of your feet land and you don’t hear even the softest splash. Following the beam of light with your own eyes as Eriks looks around the cavern that you know was dug out by Granny Sheryl’s own parents. “Do you know if water is supposed to be here?”
It’s a good question and in the shifting light, you see a brief gleam of metal pointing at it. “Oh, maybe that’s it!” Eriks just chuckles and your blush deepens since he wouldn’t have seen where you were pointing. 
“Where?” “There”
“Here?”
“No. Just” you don’t take the flashlight from him instead you grab his larger hand holding the light and guide it before settling on the metal you had seen. Sure enough part of a pipe is visible along the edge of the wall. 
“Ah, guess we go that way.” Except neither of you move, both of your gazes settling on your hand resting atop his now. The tips of your ears are burning as you pull it away and mutter a quick apology before Eriks leads the way. 
As you both walk you realize the pipe seems to be leading back towards the house and parts of it seem to be going deeper underground. “I wonder if there used to be more people living here after the crash.” You whisper missing the flinch of Eriks' shoulders at your pondering. 
“There might have been, water would have been important in the early days for those that survived.” Taking a turn you hear the sound of dripping, walking a little more along you can see where it looks like part of the cave wall has cracked.
“Maybe the wall coming down blocked part of the intake valve?” In the dim light of the flashlight, you turn to Eriks to see him nodding with your question. 
“It’s possible. Let's see if we can find it.” Using your ears it doesn’t take the two of you long to find where part of the pump is sitting just under the water and surrounded by a small landslide of stones. Stepping into the pool is out of the question but you find the rocks rather easy to move, and with Eriks placing the flashlight on the floor at an angle both of you make quick work moving the debris from the pump. 
Once part of it is visible beneath the water you watch as Eriks leans over more giving it a light tug and pulling it away revealing part of what you think might have been rubber that had been closed up. A few smacks and you let out a noise of appreciation as the pumps seem to whirl back to life and the rubber plumps up as it pulls the water along no doubt refilling the tanks you know are inside the house. 
“Well, that didn’t seem too bad.” Standing back up again and listening to the sound of Eriks' footsteps heading towards the flashlight. Briefly blinded as he picks it up once more as you make the mistake of looking at the object. Blinking quickly and hearing his deep chuckle before you feel his hand grip one of your smaller ones and place it inside the crook of his elbow. 
“I think this might be best until we can get somewhere a little brighter” leading you back down the path the two of you had followed. This close you can hear the sound of his breathing and what you think is the beating of his heart unsure why it would be racing. 
“Thank you, Eriks. I guess that was a little silly of me to be looking into the light.” As the two of you walk in companionable silence and your vision slowly comes back you release his arm even if your fingers feel a little colder without his lean bulk under them. “I wonder what caused those little rockslides.” 
A small noise as if thinking from the man before he speaks. “It could have been from a worm traveling nearby. Or maybe the water that fills the aquifer has been running in through a new path!” The sound of crunching then cracking reaches both of you before one moment you’re looking at the Eriks and the next a hole in the ground. 
“Eriks!” Darting forward as the blond disappears through the crack in the cave floor “Eriks answer me! Are you alright!” As silence rings out you bite your lip, at least before swallowing and jumping down after him, it might have only been a five-foot fall and you hear the sound of water splashing up around your feet. “Eriks!” Cupping the sides of your mouth as the panic starts to settle into your bones. Where is he?!
A groan reaches your ears and the sound of sloshing water a thin beam of light illuminating the cavern, water is reaching to the ankle of your boots and not far from you is Eriks lying on his back. Unsure how he got so far from the hole you had just jumped through. “Eriks!” 
Splashing through the water and rushing to his side as you drop to your knees beside him. Mouth suddenly dry as you take in his appearance. 
Eriks shirt.
Is soaked. 
The white rough fabric clings to his body like a second skin and the water has made it entirely translucent. Eriks has gone out of his way since his arrival to make sure you’ve never seen any part of him besides his hand and face even though you were aware of Granny helping to clean him that first day while you had been out and about working the field. 
Now you understand why. 
His upper chest is a mismatch of scars and metal bolts, some of those scars running deep through the muscles along his shoulder and pectoral muscles that you can see with the way he’s lying in the water. Other scars are smaller but you don’t miss the lines of the stitches that had been used to help his skin knit back together. Or the way the light is reflecting upwards through the water is setting a swirling pattern along his body and highlighting the stubble lining his chin.
“I’m alright.” Slowly sitting up and the water is pouring down his chest in rivets and any thoughts in your brain frizzled out. With the way his shirt is wrapped around his body, you can see the shifting of his abdomen and your mind is still spinning. Eriks is watching you in the dim light and the smile on his face is slowly falling away, seeing your blank stare, it didn't take long for him to figure out where you were looking. “I’m sorry you have to see this, I know I’m not much to look at.” 
The sound of despair lacing his voice makes your head snap upwards to stare into his eyes, seeing the fear swimming in his eyes behind those orange shades. Sighing as you reach up to remove them to look directly into his eyes. Seeing him blink rapidly as you pull them away. “Your eyes always look so sad, like you're carrying the weight of the world. I hate that you feel like you need to hide them behind those orange shades, they're so expressive. And such a pretty shade of blue." Folding his glasses together and reaching up to cup the side of his face the stubble prickling your palm. “I’d argue the body is very nice to look at. But I prefer the mind and heart inside of it.” 
The briefest chuckle from him. “Flattery doesn’t always get you anywhere.” While you had been so concerned with checking him over you hadn’t noticed just how close the two of you were, at least until you see his eyes flick down and following that line, you see there is barely an inch between either of your faces. 
“It isn’t flattery if it’s the truth.” Your voice is meek even to your own ears, almost like the tension between the two of you has come to a head. Both of you frozen for a moment, Eriks resting on his extended arms in the water and your chest hovering close enough that a deep breath would remove the space and a single hand on his face. His skin is warm and as you stare into his vivid eyes part of you whispers to be brave. 
Listening to that little voice you slam your eyes shut and close the distance, pressing your wind-split lips to his sun-chapped ones in the briefest pretense of a kiss before another voice is screaming at you to stop. Pulling back just as quickly. “I, I shouldn’t have done that.” You aren’t blind, or nearly as blind as Granny might think. You know there’s something between you and Eriks, but you also know nothing can come of it. You’re the only two near the same age, the attraction you feel is because of the close living proximity. Someone as kind and wholesome as Eriks can’t feel anything but friendship towards someone like you with your checkered past. Looking down with your eyes closed so you aren’t staring at his drenched body like it’s a feast. 
“I’m glad you did.” His voice is low and it makes you do a double take to look at him once more. “At least now I know it isn’t one-sided.” It’s him that moves this time closing the distance and engaging you in a searing kiss that you feel from your head down to your toes. The sound of sloshing echoes around the room and you understand why as one of his hands reaches out to cup your cheek before pulling back. “Or maybe I shouldn’t have done that.” 
“How could you say something like that?” Blurts out of your mouth before you can even think about your reaction to his words. “You shouldn’t feel anything for someone like me. I’m not a good person Eriks. Not like you.” It doesn’t make much of a difference as you close your eyes in the dim lighting but you don’t want to see the pity reflected in those orbs as dampness starts to form on your lashes. 
A few fat drops slide down your face before you feel his hand on the side of your face once more pulling you closer to him, the brush of his dry lips to your forehead as your name tumbles from the cracked skin like a prayer. “You have no idea how wrong you are. It’s me that isn’t a good person.” 
You can’t bear the dejection in his voice, opening your eyes to see his self-loathing floating there clear in the low light and it breaks your heart. Instead of speaking right away, you find both of your hands rising to grip his cheeks tenderly “Then maybe we should work on showing the other what they see because you’re wonderful Eriks.” The tears are still falling down your face as you press your lips to his and this time you don’t pull away, lips working in tandem as you both seem to pour your desperation and longing into the kiss. Hands moving as your bodies shift, Eriks sitting up straighter in the water and pulling you into his lap chests tight together as his hands grope at your ass, his tongue slipping from the confines of his mouth to lap at your dry lips. 
A low whine in your throat as you open your mouth and let your tongue race past your lips to brush his. It’s sloppy and messy as the drool lacing both of your mouth swaps and drips down your chin but you couldn’t care less, desperate to keep tasting the sweetness of his sorrow as you take comfort in one another. Your hips shifting so you’re seated better in his lap, straddling him with your hips rolling against his and your hands in his hair now. Nails dragging against his scalp as he chases your mouth wanting that same burning connection as you. The slow roll of your hips has your core rubbing against his tented pants his growing hardness making you pant and Eriks lifts you away, his chest heaving as much as yours. 
“You have no idea what you do to me.” Whispered against the point of your chin as Eriks starts to blaze a trail with his lips along your skin and to your neck. Lapping at the soft skin and placing gentle kisses along the curve of your throat. “Or the things I want to do to you.” A small noise catches inside of you at the low growl that seems to reverberate along your skin and you find your hips trying to grind against his tight pants wanting the friction you know it can provide while your cunt throbs. 
“Eriks.” A fistful of his hair in one hand while you try and pull him away from your neck wanting to reconnect to his lips while his cock twitches in his pants, your voice desperate as you let all of your pent-up attraction for the handsome man that you had been bottling up out. 
“Easy, sweetness. I’ll help you.” One of his hands gives your butt another squeeze before those long digits drag along the meat of your leg and across your thigh and over your covered core. Kissing at your pulse and those dexterous fingers work the band of your pants loose and slip down all while his other hand keeps you in place so you're rubbing against his clothed dick just the way he wants you. The more he seems to work your body the more lost in your senses you become, your fingers growing lax in his hair and on his shoulder, no longer leaving bruises you weren’t aware of. 
All thought leaves you as the rough pad of his fingers starts to rub at your clit through your underwear while his cock twitches against the fabric of his pants like mad and you’re a mewling, desperate mess trying to grind harder down onto his length your body moving on its own whims trying to chase that high. “You’re so wet like you’ve thought about me before. Tell me, sweetness, have you used your fingers to get yourself off before pretending they were mine?” 
You vaguely hear his words and whine before moaning a “yes” in his ear, not sure what he’s asking you but he seems happy with the answer as he presses harder against your clit. Two wide fingers work in tandem to brush the bundle of swollen nerves, while Eriks looks up at you feeling his sex pulse within the confines of his pants. He knows you have, he could hear the squelching of your sex as your fingers plunged into your body and the lowest whimper of his name. Before today and that brief kiss you initiated he knew you were attracted to him, perhaps almost as much as he was attracted to you but he never intended to do anything with the information. Not even touching himself to your sweet sounds through the shared wall of your rooms, but now? Right now he wanted to watch you come from his fingers on your core, he wanted to see you as your face loosened in ecstasy and your muscles relaxed to let so much of that tension you held in free. All for him. Because of him. 
“Almost there, sweetness.” Adding the pressure his fingers have against your clit and letting your weight rest on his crotch again, enjoying the feeling as your hips start to roll faster, more whines and pants from your slightly parted lips. A brief chuckle as he realizes you're already lost in the bliss he’s bringing your body as you respond to more primal impulses chasing that building release. Without removing either hand from your body he shifts you again, so his lips are on yours as his fingers work to pull that invisible thread tighter and tighter. His tongue roams around your mouth as he maps the wet cavern, the wet muscle moving in time with his fingers. 
Your hips are jerking against his now, growing more and more desperate as he pulls his lips away. Watching the thin clear lines connecting you spread and break hitting your lips, twisting his hand in your pants, and giving your clit a pinch. A wordless scream as you come for him, and Eriks enjoys watching your face grow lax as your back arches first before slumping against his form. “Such a good girl.” Kissing your temple as he rubs at your clit for a few more seconds to drag out your release while you shudder in his grasp. 
Fingers pulled from your pants and raised to his lips, humming as he tastes you on the digits and feels his member throb. He knows what it wants and he’s going to deny it, far more interested in your pleasure than his own. Hand clean of your juices he switches to rubbing your sides, waiting for you to come back to yourself. The seed of doubt in his mind how you would react to seeing his more unique features if the two of you keep going and exploring these budding feelings for each other.
A gentle moan as you open your eyes, blinking slowly as you see the nearly translucent shirt under your cheek. “Feeling alright?” Eyes roaming upwards to see Eriks looking down at you with a tender smile in place, his hands smoothing down your sides.
“Um. Yea.” Feeling a flush rushing up your cheeks as you take in the way you’re draped against his form. Well, and the firmness you can feel between your legs. “That. That was amazing.” Brushing some of your hair from your face as you bite your lip. “Can I. Can I return the favor?” You aren’t sure where this shyness you felt came from seeing as he just made you come the hardest you have in your entire life and he did it with his fingers and grinding. 
“No. We need to get out of here.” Something on your face must show your dejection as he kisses the space between your brow. “You’re shivering sweetness, we need to get you out of the water and into some dry clothes.” Blinking you remember what happened and feel the cold wetness that seeped into your pants and up your legs, just how lost in your senses had you been to miss that? 
“Right. Sorry!” Scrambling to crawl out of his lap while standing and feeling the shame starting to flood your system. You just came on top of him and he didn’t get anything out of the encounter, you’re still just a selfish ex-bandit. 
The sound of water and drenched fabric reaches your ears as Eriks stands, grabbing one of your hands and lifting it to kiss your knuckles. “It’s alright sweetness.” His blue eyes are soft and gentle as he stares at you before letting go of your hand and scooping the forgotten flashlight up from the water. “Next time we can keep going and I’ll truly show you how I feel.” 
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Granny for her part wasn’t worried, sitting on the deck with her knitting between her fingers and watching the entrance to the well. The sound of the pump had started up some time ago, which meant you and Eriks were taking your time coming back. 
“Granny?” Lina asked stepping out into the heat outside of the house. A hum answered her question. “Shouldn’t they be back by now?” 
“Oh, I’m certain they’ll be out when they’re ready Lina. Don’t you worry about that, now get back to your chores while I wait for them.” The glint of sunlight on her glasses hid her eyes, otherwise Lina might have seen the mischief there. After all, Sheryl didn’t need her granddaughter to see the two of you coming out looking like you had sex since you both needed a push to act on the feelings she saw brewing between you.
At least she was hoping that was what was delaying the two of you and that you hadn’t gotten lost down in the mess of tunnels. 
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Well I hope you enjoyed this, no idea when I'll update the next chapter, but I'll link it when I do.
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if you r still taking dialogue prompts "you look like a mess" for luna & magneto or pietro & magneto or pietro & luna, your choice 🙏 hope you r having a great day
HI. sorry. things happened!!! your prompt found me at a funny time (i was already writing luna and erik and tommy) so i was like hey. we should add pietro in it. so it became the last scene of this fic, where tommy, luna, and erik go to a pottery class together. THANK YOU FOR THE PROMPT I OWE U THIS ENDING! :3
“There’s like, so many classes left,” Tommy says as they step out. Despite the apron, they’re all covered in clay—and Tommy will never stop finding clay underneath his fingernails. “Are you guys sticking around for the next ones?”
“I am!” Luna says. “I’m fully in. You, grandpa?”
“As long as you’ll have me.”
“Then we’re good, I think,” Tommy smiles. “Plus, we need to finish our projects. I don’t like unfinished business.”
“I couldn't agree more,” Erik says. Then, staring around, he continues: “How are you two going home?”
“I can just run there,” Tommy says. “And Luna—”
“I texted my dad, ‘cause I’m staying the night, so he should be—”
Swoosh!
“—right here,” Luna announces with a smile. “Hi, daddy.”
“Luna,” Pietro says, fixating on her first, and then taking in the rest. “Nephew. Father. You—you look like a mess.”
“Clay time,” Tommy puts his hands up. “We are never going to be free from this.”
“Clay?” Pietro opens his arm for Luna to sneak under. He half-hugs her affectionately, and there’s a little pang in Tommy’s chest. What was it Luna called it? Yearning. “And you didn’t tell me? I love pottery. Most manual work, really, but this one is my favorite.”
“I had no idea!” Luna looks up at him, shining a little. When Tommy looks at Erik, maybe, maybe, he’s yearning, too. “Tommy texted me about it, I said yes, then he spent the whole day overworking me—”
“I was the one working—”
“Then we ran into grandpa, who’s also into it,” Luna summarizes. “There are a lot more classes left if you want to join us.”
Maybe involuntarily, Pietro’s eyes go to Erik’s, then down to Luna again. Too fast for Erik to catch it, but slow enough for Tommy to see it happen frame by frame. What would their colors look like? How does Luna stand it?
“I’ll think about it,” Pietro says. Whether he’s honest or not, Tommy doesn’t know. “Right. We’ll be taking our leave, then.”
“You don’t have to be so awkward about it, uncle,” Tommy tries to relieve him from the clear tense situation he’s in, but it falls a bit flat. “We’re not going to ask you for a hug.”
It luckily makes Pietro laugh. “I’ll drink to that. See you, then.”
Luna lets go of Pietro to hug Tommy, then to hug Erik. “Bye! See you next class!”
Next second, they’re gone.
Erik’s shoulders relax—and it’s only now that Tommy notices he had been tense before.
“You, uh,” Tommy begins. He could leave, but that’d be wrong, to leave him all alone in his brooding. Something about his crushing sadness reminds him of what he feels for Master P. Plus, he missed Erik. He doesn’t see him often. He might as well shoot his shot. “Want to get dinner, grandpa? Unless you’re already sick of me, which is totally understandable—”
Erik nods before he finishes. “Dinner sounds lovely, Thomas.”
Tommy carries him, ignoring his protests, and runs off to find the best restaurant he can.
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Hi gerec! Hope you're doing well! Recently I'm obsessed with Mpreg! Erik and I wonder do you have any recommendation for this? Thank you so much!
Hi Anon! Here's a list of mpreg Erik fics for you to enjoy :D
Your Baby is My Supermagnet (My Baby is Your Drug) by Unforgotten
After Cuba, Erik and Charles are BOTH pregnant. Months later, the babies manifest in utero, making pregnancy that much more awkward for Charles - but dangerous for Erik.
Seeking Alpha by annejumps
Erik is a single omega who's managed to avoid entanglement with an alpha, but now his instincts are forcing him to reconsider.
Nightcap by Cesare
“You’re not, I hope, going to tell me that you’re pregnant,” says Erik.
“No,” Charles answers patiently. “If I were, you might have noticed some unusual behavior, like mood swings, sleeplessness, food cravings...”
Midnight Snack (The Robe And Slippers Remix) by helens78
Erik's been restless at night; Charles has some theories about why. It's a bit dangerous to point out mood swings, body changes, and possible secondary mutations in a kitchen, but Charles can be gentle.
A Matter of Convenience by flightinflame
All Erik cares about is keeping Nina safe. It isn't always easy, not when his past stalks him and there are few options available to a single mutant omega, but he's determined to protect her at any cost.
Charles loves his sons, biological and fostered, more than anything. They are flourishing in his care, but the state doesn't think a single alpha can handle children.
A chance meeting gives both of them a solution to their problems. Marry, and no one will try and split up their families. Only what starts off as a simple contract soon becomes far more complicated.
Father of the Bride AU by Unforgotten
A powered, modern era AU with mpreg. Originally inspired by the Steve Martin movies Father of the Bride (1991) and Father of the Bride Part II (1995), though it kind of took off running after that.
A Minor Mystery (Alone No More Remix) by Unforgotten
After D.C., a surprising development disrupts Erik's plans.
August by Red
For the XMFC kinkmeme, in response to a prompt asking for an mpreg story with some genetics thrown in the mix. While non-mutant couples may be able to conceive a mutant or a non-mutant child, for a couple with two mutants, there's a twenty-five percent chance of a third option: a fatal presentation of the mutant gene. Erik found out years ago that he was one of a number of (relatively cisgendered? this is an odd thing for me to be typing) mutant guys who have the secondary mutation of A Uterus. He'd also been told--years ago, but less so than the last statement--that he was infertile. He and Charles have been on the waiting list for adopting a mutant kid, but when morning sickness sets in, Erik can't exactly celebrate his sudden ability to get pregnant until he's ruled out that twenty-five percent chance.
Cue hiding a pregnancy from a telepath husband, dealing with Dr. MacTaggert's meddling, and trying to avoid the relentless well-wishing of the police department's esteemed Mutant Affairs Division.
home as a borderless metaphor series by flightinflame, specficslut (homosociality)
Erik has been traded to a foreign king for a chest of gold and a hundred bushels of grain. In Westchester, he must learn to start a new life... and navigate the roles that have been thrust upon him, whether concubine or courtesan, consort or slave.
Something Elemental (The What's That Smell? Remix) by professor
Erik used to love smelling Charles' cologne. Now he hates it. There's a reason for that.
Come On, Baby by firstlightofeos
Erik's almost a week past his due date. He and Charles are trying everything they can think of to speed things along—and of course, there's one method they prefer.
The Five Of Us Want You To Tell Him (But He'll Wait For You To Say) by helens78
Erik has something he needs to tell Charles, and everyone wants to weigh in on it. The Brotherhood isn't going to let him hide forever.
Come on, Baby (the correlation is not causation remix) by Red
Erik might be past-due for a normal pregnancy, but by the fourth time, he should realize he's well within time for one of his. That doesn't mean he's not going to try speeding things along.
Charles just hopes he survives (and wishes Erik could be faster getting in the car, once the show gets started).
Without the Words (this, and my heart beside Remix) by flightinflame 
Charles knows that this arrangement will work out well for all of them. He gets the heir he needs, Doctor Shaw is saved disgrace after his ward's indiscretions, and Erik gets a fresh start. It would be easier, though, if Erik at least pretended to hide his hatred.
Baby of '78 by Unforgotten
Charles and Erik's daughter is born during a blizzard.
Unexpected by citrinesunset
Erik has no interest in having an alpha. Charles enjoys having flings with omegas, but certainly isn't looking for anything serious. But neither of them has been with another mutant before.
When Erik gets pregnant, they both have to decide if they can commit despite their differences.
Inheritance by PragmaticHominid
Erik and Charles attempt to survive and to keep their child safe in a world overrun by zombies.
It's Weird When Shaw Is Nice series by Not_You
A swords and sorcery AU where Sebastian Shaw is a gruff northern warlord, Erik is his first no-longer-mpreggable manwife, and Charles is the young and terrified virgin they marry for more babies. And then the story of those babies and their own marriages because epics happen to me.
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Many Years Later (Erik Lehnsherr X Reader) *PLATONIC
Characters: Erik Lehnsherr X Reader
Universe: Marvel, XMen
Warnings: Mild mention of Erik’s past (his time in a concentration camp), mild mention of with trials (burning and drowning) (Neither go into detail)
Request: Hey can I request Erik from the x men accidentally meeting someone who helped him when he was a child and finding out their an immortal mutant
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The constant noise at Xavier’s school was music to your ears- the sound of students talking and laughing together, the sound of book pages turning and the scribbling of pen on paper, teachers talking, and every hour for 8 hours, the sound of the school bell, and then if you were lucky, you’d hear the sound of kids hanging out, watching movies and blasting music in their rooms. For others it would drive them up the wall, hungering for any silence at all, but you were the opposite. You hated silence. It made time move slower, and when you’re immortal that’s insufferable. 
You’d lived a long life up to this point, you made Logan look like a child in comparison. Your life started all the way back before America was founded, before electricity was a thing, and when you had to constantly move around because your lack of ageing made people accuse you of being a witch, and while your body refused to let you die, it allowed you to feel pain, and you didn’t enjoy the sensation of being drowned or burned alive. You’d lived through so many wars and conflicts, seen disaster after disaster, and while a part of you always told you to just turn around and ignore it and to grow heartless since it’d be easier… you couldn’t. You always walked right into it to help those who needed you, usually the sick, injured, and children. So many children. You wish you could remember the name of every child who had been held in your arms, who you comforted and kept warm, holding them close as they cried and soothing them with what you had- that usually being your voice and promises of a brighter future. Some faces were clear memories for you, usually because you could see the horrors behind their eyes, or their screams for their parents was too horrific to forget… but the clearest faces were the faces of the children you saved in Germany, Poland and France during WWII. 
You didn’t talk about that time in your life. You were fine and even willing to tell stories of the things you’d experienced in your life to people- usually curious students who used you often as a source for their history work and projects. However, when it came to those years, you always kept it simple and vague about what was happening around you at that time. They knew you were in enemy territory most of the time, and that you partnered with others, usually spies or people working behind the scenes to help people escape to safer countries or just sheltering them until the war ended, but you never dove into specific details- who you worked with, how to helped people, how many people you saved and how many were lost despite your attempts. You didn’t want to talk about it, because it meant thinking about it. However, there was one thing you always found yourself pondering on. Those families, those children that you were able to save, or help in anyway… what were they doing now? Were they happy? Did they have children themselves? Did they talk about you or even remember you? It didn’t matter if they didn’t… but it was a thought that made you a little prideful of your work, even if you knew you’d never know the answer… still, there was one little boy you always remembered. He was so young, his parents killed in the camp he had been trapped in, terrified and fearful of everyone. You didn’t know what he’d been through, but you knew they’d been particularly harsh to him, so you put on your bravest but kindest face, holding him close, promising him safety and comfort from then on as you carried him out that camp, and personally making sure that he was going to be placed in a safe environment. Several times some soldiers tried to pry him from you, but you refused to put him down, only putting him down so he could go with his new caretakers. You remembered when they took his hand and started walking him away, how he turned to look back at you, and you smiled and waved goodbye at him. You hoped he was alright, maybe found a new family or made his own… you could only hope. 
“You’re deep in thought this afternoon, Y/N.” Charles’ voice caught you off guard, and you turned to look at him as he came to meet you on the edge of the steps leading up to the second floor that you had sat on. “What’s on your mind?” 
“Thinking… reminiscing. About people I met years ago… They’re probably still alive… just thinking about what they’re doing now.” You answered him. You and Charles’ conversations were often deep but rarely personal. You had centuries of knowledge far exceeding his own, and he loved to hear your opinions and experience in topics, but admittedly you didn’t really talk to him a lot about personal things. He knew the same amount of you as any of the students, who, while infatuated about your stories and knowledge, didn’t ask the right questions to actually get to know you. You weren’t sure if you were comfortable with it at this point, maybe it was too close, too personal, and it would make the passage of time more painful as they faded from your life.
“Have you thought about reaching out to any of them?”
“No. I don’t know most of their names, and the names I do remember are just first names…” You admitted, dismissing that thought. “Anyway, enough about me and thinking about old memories- did you need me for something?” You asked him. Charles often would ask you to go to pick up new students, usually students lacking any sort of control- your years of experience at being a kind soul made you a master at calming the worst nerves.
“Actually- an old friend of mine is coming to visit and should be here soon, and I’d like him to meet you. He’s called Erik.” Charles informed you. “He doesn’t open up to many people, but I have a feeling you two would get along quite well.” 
“Oh! Alright. Should I get some tea or something?” You suggested, standing from your seat on the steps. 
“I think he’d like a walk around first… and he’s just arrived.” Charles informed you, turning in his chair to head to the entrance of the house, and you followed after him. You didn’t know exactly why Charles wanted you to meet his friend, though you supposed that Charles wanted you to make a new friend, as you didn’t really have any as you were rather reserved and private, or maybe he wanted you to befriend Erik for his own sake- Charles had said he was pretty reserved himself. 
You arrived at the front door, opening it for Charles, letting him out first before stepping out, turning and shutting the door behind you. “Hello Erik, thank you for coming to visit. I’d like you to meet my friend, Y/N. They came to stay a few months ago and I think you’ll get along quite well.” Charles greeted as you still had your back turned, but as he spoke about you, you turned to see your new acquaintance. 
“It’s nice to meet you, Erik.” You spoke naturally with a smile at the man. The sun was behind him, so it took a moment for your eyes to properly focus on seeing him, but when you did, you paused. You recognised him. You knew you knew him immediately, but it wasn’t clear exactly how you knew him. You almost thought you were mistaken, until he looked at you in return, and his face softened, seeming to recognise you as well. What really stood out to you was his eyes. So full of emotion- his eyes were old, clearly seeing so much, almost distant in a way, but raw with anger and sadness. But right at that moment… you saw surprise. Surprise to see you. What you saw, though, was the eyes of a little boy you had picked up and carried out of a camp to safety many, many years ago. “Or, should I say, it’s nice to see you again, Erik.” 
“You know each other?” Charles asked, going to the side to not be in the way between you two as Erik approached you 
“You saved me.” Erik stated. “When I was a child. When I was freed from the camp. You’re the one who picked me up and kept me safe and made sure I was finally safe.” 
“That’s right… I never got your name, but it’s good to know it now… I was just thinking about you, wondering how you were. Have you been alright?” You asked him. 
“Up and down… but I’m alive and put into safe hands thanks to you.” Erik told you. You watched him seem to hesitate, taking a step back, before changing his mind quickly stepping towards you and pulling you into a tight embrace, one you returned even tighter. It felt surreal to have him in your arms, knowing the last time you saw him he was just a scared little child, and here he was, a full grown man, accomplishing who knows what. He’s lived a life. Erik pulled away to look at you. “How have you not aged a day?” 
“I’m a mutant, Erik. I’m immortal.” You explained shortly. “And since you know Charles, am I right in believing you’re also a mutant?” You asked him. 
“Yes… I had my mutation back then when you saved me. I can control metal, it showed the day I was taken to the camp, and they…” Erik explained, pausing and seemed to go deep into thought for a second. You knew what he was thinking about as his head lowered a little, his eyes going distant. You reached out, putting a hand on his shoulder, bringing him back to the present. “Well… right now that’s not important.” He brushed off, and you nodded reassuringly. 
“Y/N, how about we get that tea you suggested and we can all have a proper catch up, you two can tell each other about what you’ve been up to since you last saw each other.” Charles suggested. 
“That sounds good.” You agreed, turning to open the door, holding it open for your two friends, before following them inside. While your usual calm and reassuring self showed at the front, as Erik passed you into the manor, giving you a side glance as he did with a faint smile, you couldn’t help the wide smile come across your face, accompanied by an overwhelming feeling in your chest that you hadn’t felt in a long, long time. Happiness.
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