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#i can finally breath normally without my chest feeling like its going to squeeze my shitty heart tight
galaxy-siren · 4 months
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For So Long
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Summary: Eddie comforts you after your find out your boyfriend cheated on you and then broke up with you.
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: hurt/comfort, some fluff, friends to lovers, made up boyfriend character, mentions of cheating, love confessions
AN: This was an idea I got on my way to the airport for Thanksgiving last month, and now that the semester is over I finally got around to writing it! I hope you all enjoy!
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Eddie placed the bowl of popcorn he had just made on the coffee table and gave a satisfied nod at the spread of snacks. Popcorn, M&Ms, Twizzlers, pretzels, various cans of soda, and he had ordered a pizza that was on its way. He normally didn’t go all out for movie night like this, but considering the two of you hadn’t had a proper movie night in weeks, he figured putting in a little extra effort was alright.
The two of you had been friends since middle school and had had movie night every Friday since high school. For years movie night had gone off without a hitch, nothing could come between the two of you and your weekly tradition, but after you both graduated high school that changed. You started school at a small college just outside of town which took up a lot of your time, Eddie started working at the auto shop in town and his schedule was all over the place, and you worked as well. All factors that led to your weekly movie night becoming more of a biweekly movie night.
And then Mark came along.
You met Mark in your English class. He was nice, funny, and asked you out after you had been paired together to edit each other’s papers. You thought he was charming and sweet, so you agreed to go out with him. The two of you had been dating for a couple of months. You tried not to let it get in the way of seeing Eddie, he was your best friend after all, but as hard as you tried, it caused many movie nights to be rescheduled or cancelled altogether.
Eddie tried not to be jealous, he really did. He had been harboring feelings for you since high school, but you seemed happy with Mark, and your happiness was all that he cared about, so he kept those feelings deep, deep within himself. But with every movie night or hangout that was cancelled because of something involving Mark, the more jealous Eddie became.
But none of that mattered to him at the moment. You were coming over; you had called him the day before and confirmed. A soft knock brought a bright smile to his face as he bounded over to the door.
His smile fell as soon as he saw your tear-stained cheeks when he opened the door to greet you, “What’s wrong?”
“Um,” you took a shaky breath, “Mark, he…he—”
You broke down into sobs and Eddie pulled you into his arms and closed the door behind you, “What did that asshole do?”
“He—” you chocked back a sob and buried your face into Eddie’s chest, “he cheated on me.”
Even with your voice muffled by his shirt, he heard you. You felt him tense up for a moment before his hold around you tightened, “I’m so sorry, Princess.”
“I don’t know why you’re apologizing to me. You’re not the one who cheated on me and then dump me,” you pulled back from him, “the jackass didn’t even let me breakup with him.”
An angry huff of air escaped through his nose, “I’m gonna kill him.”
“No, Eddie,” you put your hand on his chest, “he’s not worth it.”
“He hurt you!”
“Eddie, please,” those two words paired with your pretty pleading eyes never failed to make him putty in your hands, “I just want to forget about him, and enjoy our movie night.”
He released a sigh, “Alright. But the second you want revenge I am ready to go. You call me, day or night and I will come running and armed.”
“Armed? With what?”
“I’ve got two fists.”
You let out a quiet but watery laugh, “Eddie, you and I both know you can’t fight.”
“That wouldn’t stop me from trying to avenge you,” He pulled you back in for another hug, “I rented a bunch of movies, so we can do a quadruple feature if you’re up for it.”
You squeezed him tighter, “That sounds great. It will make up for the past few movie nights I’ve had to cancel.”
“Take a seat, I’ll go make us some hot chocolate.”
You smiled. Eddie always made hot chocolate for you when you were upset. It was his own special way of comforting you. You sat down on the couch and took in the snack covered coffee table and a pang went straight to your heart. You hadn’t realized how much you had missed your movie nights, and more so how much you had missed Eddie. You missed seeing him every day. You missed driving in his van and screaming the lyrics to Metallica songs at the top of your lungs. You missed the impromptu dance parties you would have in his room at two in the morning. You missed the long talks about whatever was on your mind and the way he would just listen. You missed laughing at his terrible jokes. You missed hugging him. You just missed him.
“Here you go.” He walked over to the couch and handed you a mug, the same yellow mug with a sunrise painted on the side of it that he always gave you when you would come over. You still remember when you asked him why he always gave you the same mug and he said it reminded him of you. It was silly, but it made you feel special. It warmed your heart that a simple mug could make him think of you.
You smiled at him as you took the mug from him and took a sip. A wave of comfort washed over you, but you couldn’t tell if it was from the hot chocolate or from Eddie sitting next to you.
He picked up two of the four movies he had selected and placed them behind his back, “Alright, pick a hand.”
You closed your eyes, lifted your finger, and moved it side to side as Eddie trilled his tongue to make a drumroll sound, he was always one for the dramatics and liked a buildup of anticipation. And you would always humor him. You stopped with your finger pointed to his right hand; he held out the tape in front of you so you could read the title.
“Friday the 13th, so we’re starting with one of your favorites I see.”
“We can watch something else if you’re not up for this.”
“No, no, the universe has spoken. Roll the tape.”
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You got through Friday the 13th and Nightmare on Elm Street. You let the universe decide again for your third movie of the night, this time it was The Princess Bride. You had just gotten about halfway through the movie when you started to feel an ache in your chest. Seeing the way Wesley and Buttercup loved each other, the way Buttercup went chasing after Wesley as he rolled down the hill, the way Wesley would do anything to protect Buttercup, it made you reflect on your relationship with Mark. He never made you feel special, he never made you feel loved. You started to wonder if you would ever find a love like the one you read about in books or watched in movies. A love like Wesley and Buttercup’s. Someone who would venture into the fire swamp and face the three terrors just to be with you. But you knew that would never happen. That was the stuff of fairytales.
Before you could stop yourself, a soft sob fell from your lips and tears began to gently stream down your face. Eddie turned to you with a worried expression. When he saw the way you were looking at the screen, with longing, he knew you needed to talk.
“Do you want me to turn it off?”
You nodded silently and Eddie got up to turn off the movie.
“Come here,” Eddie sat back down on the couch and opened up his arms for you to slide up next to him and bury your face in his chest, “you can talk about it if you want to, or you can cry, both is also an option. Whatever you want or need, I’m here for you.”
“I just—” you released another sob and Eddie pulled you in closer to him, “the way he looked at me when I confronted him. He looked so unbothered, almost relieved but not in a ‘I don’t have to feel guilty anymore’ kind of way, but in a ‘thank god I can finally leave her’ way. Like he was happy to finally be rid of me.”
You couldn’t see, but Eddie’s face contorted into a frown and his jaw clenched. The more he heard about what happened, the more he wanted to go find Mark and have a nice long chat with him.
“And then before I can even tell him anything, before I can give him a piece of my mind and tell him that I never want to see him again, he tells me he’s breaking up with me. He took that away from me. The small amount of power I had in the moment, and he swept it out from underneath me.”
“The guy is an absolute asshole.”
A brief stint of silence fell between the two of you as Eddie rubbed soothing circles into your back.
A looming thought kept coming to the front of your mind. You didn’t mean to say it out loud, but it just tumbled out of your mouth in a soft whisper, “Why am I unlovable?”
The question made Eddie’s heart break, “You’re not unlovable.”
“No, I really think I am,” you let out a watery chuckle, “I’m capable of love, but being loved, no, it’s not in the cards for me.”
“I love you.” Eddie said before he could stop himself.
You sighed, “I’m not talking about that kind of love, Eddie. I’m talking about romance.”
This was the moment of truth. His slip of the tongue could be forgotten and brushed off as a declaration of platonic love, or he could be brave and finally confess. Tell you how he has felt for years and hope that it didn’t ruin the friendship the two of you had built.
He decided it was the time to be brave, “That’s what I’m talking about too.”
You pulled back and looked at him with confusion, “What?”
He took a deep breath, “I have been in love with you since high school.”
“You—you’ve been in—in love with me?” you absorbed the new information, allowing it to settle in your brain, “Are you serious?”
“Yes. I would never joke about something like this.”
The silence that fell between the two of you filled Eddie with dread. For the first time in your friendship, he had no idea what you were thinking. Were you upset, confused, ready to burst into laughter? He was completely clueless, and it terrified him.
You thought about your relationship with Eddie. The way he’s always been there for you, the way he’s comforted you over the years, the way he’s always been ready to protect and defend you, no questions asked. You thought about how his face would light up when you walked into the room, how he greeted you with a bright smile whenever you would come over to visit, and how he would blush every time Wayne made a comment about the two of your being soulmates. You would be lying if you said you had never thought about Eddie in a romantic way, but you had pushed those thoughts and feelings deep, deep down. You never in a million years thought that those feelings would be reciprocated.
“Can I kiss you?”
Eddie’s eyes bugged out in shock, “What?”
“Can I kiss you?” You scooted closer to him and started to reach your hand out towards his face but hesitated.
Eddie felt his heart skip a beat. The moment he had dreamed about for so long, the dream he thought were never come true was actually happening. He tried to speak, tried to give you a resounding “yes,” but the words were caught in his throat, so instead, he launched himself forward, cradled your face in his hands, and kissed you.
It was like magic. All those cliches you heard throughout your life about “the perfect kiss” you had always thought were a load of crap made up by romance novelists, but this truly was the perfect kiss, with fireworks and sparks flying all around you.
After a moment, you pulled back and Eddie chased after your lips. You let out a breathy laugh when you saw the look on Eddie’s face. He looked like he had just had a religious experience.
“Wow.”
Eddie’s face burst into a beaming smile, “Wow is an understatement.”
“I love you too, Eddie. And I’m not just saying that. I think I’ve been in love with you for a while, but just didn’t realize it.”
“Well, I’m happy you realized it before we were old and grey.” He smirked as he pulled you in for another kiss.
“Hey Eddie?” You said in between kisses.
“Yeah?” He continued to plant small kisses all over your face, causing you to laugh.
“Would you be upset if I told you I wanted to finish the movie?”
He pulled back with a hilariously annoyed expression, “Really? Now?”
“I’m sorry, but I really want to see how it ends!”
“Fine.” he got up and put the movie back on, “But we are continuing this once the movie is over.”
You beamed at him, “Oh, most definitely.”
He sat back down, pulled you into his side, and kissed your forehead, “Good.”
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tinymoon-beam · 3 months
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you liked baby dew with a guitar... mountains turn!!! he'd love to just bang on them I bet shsgsgsv
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This....very much just became something else entirely but the drum is there lol. Idk this is just the image that I got.
Also very quick backstory to my hc for Earth ghouls. They aren't like the other ghouls. When one is needed they are formed by Lucifer from the Earth around their particular Abbey. They are born from the earth alone when they are summoned. So Mountain being away from his earth is incredibly hard for him. I'll get more into this at some point but yeah!
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Dew had been watching Mountain struggle while they toured with his chest tight and a lump in his throat.
He'd been holding it together remarkably well, seeking Dew out most nights for quiet comfort even when he wasn't dropped but it was wearing on him.
Dew watched the shadows form under his eyes, the way he started resorting to sign a bit more, shoulders hunched and folding in on himself.
He noticed how from the bus into the venue, Mountain refused to put his shoes on, needing contact with the earth even if only for a second. His time away from the Abbey, from the dirt and stone he'd been birthed from was draining him.
The only time he lit up was behind his drums. Dew kept a careful eye on him throughout their shows, squeezing his fingers during their bows and praising him once they were away from the eyes of the crowd.
He finds the little drum set while he's mindlessly wandering the mall one day, grabbing it quickly without even thinking about it. He started planning, started figuring out a way to bring life back to his pebbles eyes.
Dew scopes out a spot off a trail he finds one day, slipping off when Mountain is busy with someone else, taking notes of the most private places he's able to find, somewhere to let Mountain just be without anyone seeing him.
He gets his backpack situated that night and tells Mountain that they are going somewhere in the morning, first light, just the two of them.
Mountain smiled but it wasn't the normal one that always felt like the sun, it was reserved, like the sun in the winter, trying its best to be bright but still so cold.
When the sun starts to rise they set off. Mountain holds his hand once they are outside. It's quiet, too early for most people to be out. Dew watches him take deep breaths, big green eyes fluttering as the air fills his lungs.
Dew can tell he's more excited when they get to the nature trail, fingers tightening in Dew's hand. He leads the way and laughs a little when he starts to lead him off the trail and Mountain freezes.
"Papi...the trail..."
"It's ok."
"But-"
"We can stay on the trail if you want but I did find a spot I think you'll like."
He looks down the trail and back to Dewdrop, he trusted him, knew he'd never lead him into trouble. He nods and follows Dew the rest of the way.
There's a clearing and a little stream with a circle of trees once Dew starts to slow down. Mountain is ripping his shoes off as soon as Dew let's go of his hand, slipping to his knees to dig his fingers into the dirt.
Dew sits quietly off the the side while Mountain grounds himself. He can feel the tension lifting from his shoulders and he smiles when Mountain finally meets his eyes and they are so much brighter.
He eventually wanders over and settles with his back against Dew's chest, the fire ghoul leaning against the thick trunks of one of the biggest trees.
"Feeling better?"
He nods, tipping his head back against Dew's shoulder to look up through the leaves above them.
"There's something in my bag for you."
"What is it?"
Dew smiles at the little voice, accent thick as he slips gently down, finally starting to relax in his element.
He grabs his bag, pulling the little drum from it. Mountain giggles when he sees it, taking it in his hands excitedly.
He taps his fingers against it immediately. He presses his ear to Dew's chest, tapping along with the beat of his heart for a while, losing himself in the steady rhythm.
Dew notes when the beat changes, slows down to something else. Mountain's breaths slow and if it wasn't for his fingers moving on the little drum Dew would have assumed he'd fallen asleep.
He kisses between his horns. "What's that?"
Mountain takes Dew's hand and presses it to the dirt. "Her heart."
Dew puts his hand against Mountain's chest, smiling at the similar cadance to what he plays. He couldn't feel what Mountain felt with his fingers sunk into the soft earth but he imagines it's similar to the beat beneath his palm now.
"Your heart."
Mountain drifts off against Dew's chest, fingers in the dirt and the sun trickling through the leaves to kiss across his peacefully sleeping face.
Dew runs his fingers through his hair, settling back and getting more comfortable. He'll sit there as long as Mountain needs. He takes in the color returning to his cheeks, his freckles standing out more.
He knows it's not quite right, not the same as the earth around the Abbey but it's close, for now it's enough.
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helloalycia · 4 months
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 [𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑] // 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐤
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summary: with only your guilt to sit with, you can't help but worry for Alicia's wellbeing and think about what you said to her.
warning/s: mentions of death and injury.
author's note: and this is the final part! hope the person who requested this feels i met the brief haha, that’s all for now but i’m working on some other stuff :)
one / two / three / masterlist / wattpad
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After cleaning up and getting into a fresh pair of clothes, all with Ofelia's help, I was able to get into a less volatile state and return to the Clarks, who were still pacing outside the medbay. When they spotted me, they paused and smiled a little, putting me at ease.
"Hey, sweetie, how're you feeling?" Madison asked.
"Better," I answered truthfully, before looking between them both. "I just want to apologise for before. I was hysterical and it wasn't appropriate. Not when your family member is in there, hurt."
"You don't need to apologise," Nick said, nudging my arm. "You're scared. We all are."
I swallowed hard, unsure what to say.
"They're almost done in there," he told me. "They're just wrapping her wounds and we can go in."
At this good news, my heart seemed to return to its normal pace for a moment. "She's okay?"
"She will be," Madison assured me. "It looked worse than it was, but you got her back in time."
I could have cried again at hearing this, but I figured they'd seen enough of my tears, so I settled for a sigh of relief.
The three of us stayed out there for a little longer, Ofelia soon joining us, before we were allowed inside to see her. It was hard for me to imagine anything other than the bloody mess I'd left her there as earlier, but when we approached her bed and saw her looking much better, cleaner and safer, I knew she was truly okay.
Madison and Nick rushed to her side instantly, taking a hand each as she was still unconscious. I felt like I was intruding as Ofelia and I stood to the side, giving them a moment. And then Madison looked up, nodding to me.
"D'you wanna see her?" she asked encouragingly, but I shook my head.
"It's okay," I politely declined, feeling incredibly awkward and also unable to look at her without feeling a sense of shame wash over me.
They didn't say anything about it, and I risked glancing at Alicia once more, my heart aching, but in a different way, when I saw her pale skin, closed eyes and still figure. I couldn't stay here, not when I knew what I'd said to her last – so I dismissed myself before giving them some space, knowing it was for the best.
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A few hours later, I was sat outside my cabin, fingers playing with the zip of my jacket mindlessly, when Ofelia found me.
"She's awake," she rushed out breathlessly, a smile on her lips.
I raised my eyebrows, standing up instantly. "She is? Is she– is she okay?"
Ofelia laughed, nodding. "Of course. She's asking for you, c'mon."
She was asking for me? Even after everything I'd said to her?
I nodded slowly, then quickly, then followed after Ofelia when I realised Alicia was waiting for me. It was as if a stone was lodged in my chest as I approached the medbay, walking inside and seeing Alicia's bed, surrounded by her family. When Nick and Madison saw me, they smiled with relief.
"You're here," Madison said, before looking to her son. "C'mon. Let's give them a minute."
I swallowed thickly as they left for a moment, Ofelia squeezing my hand before doing the same. Sucking up a deep breath, I approached Alicia's bedside, eyes falling to the conscious Clark girl as she looked up at me, eyes tired but alive.
"Hey," she started when I didn't, her voice raspy and quiet.
Naturally, my eyes took in the state of her, double checking to make sure she was truly okay. The colour had returned to her cheeks and she seemed pain-free, probably because of the meds running through her IV, and her body was covered by a blanket, so I couldn't see her bandaged wound. Still, she looked pretty weak and it left me with a horrible taste in my mouth, knowing it was because of me.
"You weren't here," she continued, taking a slow breath. "They said you left."
I opened my mouth, "I–", but stopped when my voice broke, taking a second to collect myself. For God's sake, why couldn't I keep it together?
"It's not as bad as it looks," she tried to reassure me, glancing down at her body, before offering me a small smile.
I blinked my tears back, shaking my head. "Isn't it?"
Her smile faded, green eyes boring through mine cluelessly, and I began to frown guiltily.
"You wouldn't have gotten hurt if we hadn't argued," I told her regretfully, "if I hadn't said what I did."
"Y/N, you couldn't have known it was booby trapped," she said, before reaching out her hand towards me.
I grabbed it, squeezing it gently, but I still felt horrible. "But we could have gone together if I hadn't pushed you away."
Embarrassed yet again, I turned my head and forcefully wiped my tears away, the thought of almost losing her reigniting them.
"It's okay," she tried to reassure me, tugging my hand with what little strength she had.
"It's not," I muttered, voice thick with emotion. "I'm so sorry, Alicia."
"Don't be," she said sternly, tugging my hand harder, forcing me to look down at her and see the determination in her eyes. "You brought me here when I could've died. You saved me. I should be thanking you."
I clenched my jaw, trying to stop the trembling, and let go of her hand. She began to frown, eyes flickering between mine.
"Don't push yourself away again, please," she begged, eyes becoming glossy. "You might not need me, but I need you."
My heart ached as she stared at me, refusing to look away, her heart on her sleeve. I'd almost lost her, just as I'd feared, and it hadn't mattered whether I was with her or not. Losing people was impossible to prevent and it could happen, just like that. It almost had with Alicia, and I could've lost her having acted so horribly towards her. God, I was a fool.
"When my mum died, it happened so unexpectedly," I suddenly said, knowing I was making no sense, but everything was coming out all at once. "I wasn't prepared, and it's the hardest thing I've ever had to go through."
"I'm sorry," she said considerately.
I shrugged. "You don't need to be. It happened randomly. Just like losing people in our tribe did. Death doesn't have a warning label, and I stupidly thought I could push people away so I'd never have to feel loss again."
I closed my eyes, pausing as I tried to collect myself, not wanting to cry again. And then Alicia's hand slipped into mind, and I opened my eyes, holding tightly as I met her green, attentive stare.
"My dad, he won't talk about it, but he does the same. It's why he struggles to trust people," I continued. "As much as I hate that about him, I take after him. And I don't want to anymore... I'm tired of being alone. I... I don't want to push people away anymore."
"You don't have to," she said with certainty.
"I know," I murmured. "Because almost losing you today only reminded me that it could happen any time, anywhere, no matter the circumstances. And I just– I don't want to ever lose you, not like this, not after all the horrible stuff I said to you."
She looked between my eyes, searching. "What are you saying?"
I took her hand between both of mine. "I'm saying that I need you, too. And I'm so fucking sorry. And, if you forgive me, I'd love to have a second chance. One that I won't screw up."
My heart was hammering so loudly in my chest that I wouldn't have been surprised if she could hear it in the silence that followed. Her hand between mine made my skin go numb, and the longer she said nothing, the more anxious I grew. Had I fucked it?
"Of course, you idiot," she finally muttered, before smiling weakly.
I exhaled deeply, feeling a weight off my chest, and then she pulled me down and wrapped her arms around my neck the best she could, hugging me. I tucked my head into her neck as I tried my best to return her hug, despite her laying down, and my guilt was somewhat shrinking.
"I know I'm not good at talking about how I feel," I said to her, pulling away but cupping her cheek, hovering above her as I held my weight up with my other hand. "I'm going to try to be better, I promise."
She closed her eyes, hand behind my neck and pulling me closer so our foreheads were touching. "I know. I appreciate it, Y/N."
I revelled in the moment for a few seconds longer before pulling back, smiling down at her. "You should rest."
"I will," she promised. "You'll stay this time, right?"
I squeezed her hand in response. "I'm not leaving."
Her lips curved into a tired smile, eyes watching me and making me nervous, before closing contently.
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As promised, I kept Alicia company for as much as I could during her recovery. Over the next few days, when her family weren't sat with her, I'd stay by her side and try to take her mind off things.
One lunchtime, I was making her a tray of food to bring back to the medbay when my father bumped into me on the way back to her.
"Hey," he said with a smile. "What're you up to?"
I lifted the tray in my hand slightly. "Just getting some lunch for Alicia."
He nodded, eyebrows raising. "Ah, yes, of course. Y'know, it's nice to see that you've both resolved whatever argument you were having. It was starting to get weird, watching you ignore each other."
I smiled a little. "Yeah... it was my fault, but we've sorted everything out now."
"Well, you've been spending basically every waking moment with her since she got hurt, so you'd find the time, wouldn't you?" he joked, but it still made my face heat up with embarrassment.
"I just want her to be okay, dad," I tried to say dismissively, but it wasn't very believable.
He nodded, humming in agreement, eyes looking out ahead. I assumed the conversation had ended there, until he looked back to me casually.
"You like her, don't you?" he asked.
I blinked, trying not to choke on my own spit. "I'm sorry?"
An amused smile appeared on his face as he gave me a knowing look. "Y/N, dear, I'm not blind. I know my own daughter. You care for Alicia, in a way more than a friend does."
If I wasn't warm before, I certainly was now, especially the longer he stared at me, awaiting confirmation. But I was too cornered to speak. It's not that Alicia and I were hiding it, but there was nothing to share just yet, with everything being so new. I hadn't even had chance to prepare an answer.
"it's okay," he assured me, noticing I wouldn't speak. "I won't say anything to Madison. But she's not blind either."
Swallowing hard, I finally looked up at him. "Is it wrong of me to like her?"
He shook his head. "Not at all. Alicia's a good girl. And she seems to care about you a lot. And as far as I'm concerned, that's all that matters."
I wasn't sure what I was expecting him to say, but that seemed good enough as I began to smile with relief, glad he approved. He pulled me in for a side hug, wary of the tray in my hand, before squeezing my shoulders gently.
"You should head back or she'll be wondering why you're taking so long," he said lightheartedly. "After all, you've breathed the same air for the past forty-eight hours."
"Dad," I whined, embarrassed yet again.
He laughed before leaving me to it, and only after I was sure I wasn't bright red in the face did I head back to Alicia. When she spotted me, she gave me a smile, already sat up.
"Here you go," I said, returning her smile and setting the tray on her lap.
She looked down at it, grabbing her fork. "Ooh, it looks great, thanks, Y/N."
I took a seat on the chair beside her bed, quiet as she dug in. My eyes drifted to the bed as I zoned out momentarily, thinking about my exchange with my dad earlier.
"You okay?" Alicia asked, pulling me from my thoughts.
I looked up, meeting her eyes. "Oh, yeah. I... just thinking."
She quirked a brow, amused. "About?"
I leaned back into my seat. "My dad knows about us both."
She paused, fork lowering to her plate. "What?"
"He just said it then. I'm not sure how he knows, he claims he's not blind, but yeah. And he thinks maybe your mum knows too."
She was surprised, but nodded. "Oh."
I hummed, looking away awkwardly. We hadn't talked about telling anyone, so I wasn't sure what she was thinking.
"Is that a bad thing?"
I glanced at her, raising my brows. "What?"
She nodded slowly, looking at her plate. "If they know that we both... that we're more than friends. Is that a bad thing?"
"Of course it isn't," I said, surprised at her reaction, though I wasn't sure what to expect. "I just– I wasn't sure if you wanted them to know."
"I don't mind," she admitted, before smiling a little. "If my mum brings it up like your dad did, then great, otherwise I'll tell her soon."
I nodded in agreement, hiding my smile. "Okay. Sounds, er, sounds good."
She nodded too, stifling her own smile as she returned her attention to her food.
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"Okay, pick another letter," Alicia said, pen to the scrap of paper as she waited. "And not 'a', 'e' or 'u'."
"So almost all the vowels aren't in the word," I said with impatience. "Seriously, what word did you pick?"
She laughed, saying nothing as she waited for me to choose again. We were playing hangman and I was losing terribly, but it didn't matter so much because it was keeping Alicia's mind off her injury.
Before I could think of another letter to guess, the sound of someone approaching made us both look up and we saw Nick walking towards us, probably to spend some time with his sister.
"Ladies," he nodded towards us, settling on a chair on the other side of Alicia's bed.
"Hey," we greeted him in unison, and I was about to ask if he wanted to play with us before he spoke up again.
"So, you guys are dating now, right?"
I widened my eyes slightly, as Alicia looked just as surprised, neither of us expecting his bluntness.
"What?" she asked him.
"Mum mentioned it," he explained.
Alicia cursed quietly, whilst I wasn't sure how to respond. I knew she'd told Madison yesterday, but not Nick. Not that it was a secret, but we didn't know he knew.
"Relax," he said, laughing. "I'm just teasing you. Thought it would be funny to see your faces, and right now, they're hilarious."
Alicia and I exchanged embarrassed glances, her cheeks dusting pink, before looking back to Nick.
"For the record, I called it," he added with a knowing look.
Alicia rolled her eyes playfully. "Not funny, Nick. But at least you know."
I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks yet again, especially when he began to laugh, glancing between us both. At least everyone important to us knew now.
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It was almost two weeks later when Alicia was growing antsy in the medbay, adamant on getting up and stretching her legs. Of course, she was still wounded and couldn't do just that, but we'd managed to source her some crutches to let her enjoy at least a little bit of time outside.
"Okay, carefully now," I told her as she swung her legs off the side of the bed. "No rush, Alicia, okay?"
"I know, sorry, I'm just excited to get out of here," she admitted, before gently pushing herself off the bed and into a standing position.
I stood before her, ready to catch her in case she fell. Once she straightened up, she toppled forward slightly and I was luckily able to stop her from going anywhere, my concern taking over.
"Careful," I repeated nervously, not wanting her to aggravate her injury. "You okay?"
She nodded, squeezing my arm reassuringly before accepting the crutches I handed to her.
"Harder than I thought, sorry," she mumbled, before settling her weight on the crutches.
"Maybe there's a wheelchair or something we can find," I tried to help, "if you're not up for walking just yet."
She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "C'mon, I'm not completely useless, am I?"
I rested a hand on her forearm comfortingly. "I didn't say that."
She sighed, before shaking her head. "I'm okay. Just want some fresh air."
"Okay," I agreed, before taking a step back. "Whenever you're ready, Alicia."
We took a stroll out of the medbay and around the ranch, giving her time to get used to walking with the assistance of crutches and also letting her enjoy the fresh air and change of scenery. A lot of the ranchers were happy to see her, having befriended her in the past, and shared some conversations with her before making sure I promised to take care of her. It was sweet, and it especially made my day to see Alicia looking a lot happier than she had these past few days.
"You've gotta show me the garden now," she said after another rancher greeted us. "I've gotta see how ruined it is since you've been slacking on your duties."
I couldn't help but crack a smile at her joke. "Last time I checked, I was slacking to keep you company in the medbay."
She laughed, before leading the way to the garden.
"Ofelia has been keeping an eye on it," I assured her, before we stopped in the field where the section Alicia and I managed was. "See? Just like it should be."
"Mhm," Alicia hummed, before shooting me a smile. "I suppose it's looking good."
I rolled my eyes playfully before tugging her towards a nearby bench. "C'mon, you need a break."
"Sorry, mum."
I refrained from glaring at her as we both sat down, and I chose not to comment on the relieved sigh she let out when she had a minute to relax. An 'I told you so' would have felt good though.
"How're you feeling?" I asked instead, resting a hand on her knee.
She grabbed it instead, holding it as she spoke. "Not in any pain, if that's what you're worried about. The fresh air is nice. So is spending some time with you."
I tried not to laugh as I raised an eyebrow her way. "What, like the past week hasn't been enough?"
With a deadpan expression, she shook her head. "It hasn't."
I didn't know what to say, sensing half of her teasing self was being serious. Instead, I looked the other way, feeling my cheeks heat up as she smiled, still watching me.
Thankfully, she changed the subject and we both sat there for a little while longer, talking about the garden and the ranch and anything else she wanted to. It was funny how, even though we'd spent the past two weeks keeping each other company, I still had so much to talk to her about. She was the best company to be around.
Eventually though, I checked my watch before realising we'd been out for too long.
"Your next dose of meds is due soon," I said regretfully, not wanting to leave. "We should head back."
Judging by her quiet groan, she didn't want to leave either, but she nodded and straightened up, stretching her arms.
"Back to the medbay we go," she said, yawning.
I stood up before stepping before her to help her up too. I didn't anticipate how close she would be stood to me though, and when she smiled softly, I grew very, very distracted by her lips.
"Y/N," she muttered with amusement, making my eyes flicker to hers briefly. "The crutches?"
I nodded, eyes falling back down to her lips. "Yeah..."
She laughed when I didn't move, but I couldn't help it. Her lips were pink, soft-looking and enticing, and all I wanted to was lean forward and kiss her. I hadn't found the courage to kiss her properly, not since the last kiss we shared when I ran away afterwards. She'd forgiven me for it, sure, but I didn't want to push my luck and rush things between us. It had only been two weeks since we'd started up a relationship.
Swallowing hard, I stepped back and tried to snap out of it, instead grabbing her crutches that were leaning against the bench. As I was about to hand them back to her, she called my name, making me look up. I didn't get chance to think as she suddenly pressed her lips to mine, hands cupping my neck and pulling me close.
I closed my eyes in a second, melting into her touch and her lips and wrapping my own arms around her waist, refusing to let go. It was amazing how perfect she seemed to fit against me, and how I didn't want it any other way.
My lips were numb when we finally pulled apart for air, and when I opened my eyes, I was submerged in pools of green.
"You think too much," she said quietly, a soft smile on her face.
I swallowed hard. "I know."
Her hands were still around the back of my neck, fingers moving and sending shivers down my spine. "Sometimes, it's okay not to."
I exhaled gently, smiling a little. "If only it were that easy."
She let out a sharp breath from her nose, trying not to laugh. "You'll get there," she promised, before kissing me again, though this time much slower and softer than before.
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kinktober day 6: Steve/Eddie
& monster!sex/oviposition
read on ao3
MNDI - rated: E - cws under the cut
Cw: monster things, scratching, threats of bodily harm, choking, belly bulge, oviposition, possible dubcon if you’re really sensitive, Steve’s willing but Eddie’s kind of being forced.
Don’t think too hard about the monster lore in this, I’m just making it up as I go.
Pulled away from his dream by snuffling at the back of his neck, he wasn’t thrown fully awake until he felt hands grab his hips and something hard pushed into his back. He jolted then froze, trying to figure out what was happening. 
“Shhh, it’s me. It’s okay. Sorry. You smell so good. Couldn’t- oh shit, couldn’t help myself.”
“Eddie?” He’d spent the night, sleeping in the guest room next door. Steve gasped as the fingers on his hips dug in with sharper points. He looked down to find that claws were extended from Eddie’s fingers, slicing through his boxers. “Eddie? What is happening?”
“I’m not sure. I feel real weird, like my insides are boiling. I could smell you from my bed.” His voice changed somehow, rumbling behind him, making Steve’s eyebrows raise and his dick twitch. “I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. Need to claim you.”
“Holy shit, Eds. I- uh. Can you get your claws out of me? I just wanna turn around.” He felt more than heard the low sound of assent from behind him, and the claws did retract but the hands didn’t. Eddie let them trace his sides and waist as he slowly flipped to his back then his other side. Steve’s eyes widened further once he was facing him. 
Eddie’s eyes were red. Like hot magma was burning behind them. Steve stared into them without blinking until Eddie rumbled a low growl at him and pushed his hard cock into his belly. Then Steve looked down. 
“Fuck, Eddie. Is that- uh, I mean is-“ How did you ask someone if their dick had always been this huge? They’d been swimming today. Steve had leant him trunks. There was no way this had fit into them. Pulling another gasp from him, as he watched, the head of his cock split apart and moved. It was like it was reaching out for him. 
“It’s definitely new,” he sighed. He tore his eyes away from the appendage and saw what else was new. Eddie’s arms, shoulders, chest were bulkier, like he’d grown thirty pounds of muscle while he was sleeping. He gulped. 
“What happened to you?” he finally breathed, his hand moving to ghost over Eddie’s chest. 
“I don’t know, all I know is I want you, everything is screaming at me to claim you. Make you mine.” His voice rumbled again and his eyes changed to red in the blink of an eye. “Ruin you.”
“H-how would you do that?”
As he watched, his eyes shifted back to brown and his voice went back to Eddie, but sounding overwhelmed and strained. “It wants me to shove myself inside of you. It doesn’t seem picky. But I- uh, the part of me that’s still me I guess, is trying to hold it back.”
Steve eyes widened even more. That shouldn’t have his dick showing interest and subtly meeting Eddie’s little aborted thrusts against him. He looked down again at the ridiculously large cock. 
“If we do that, do you think you’ll go back to, like, normal? It’ll help?” Suddenly he couldn’t not touch him, running his hand down the muscled chest to the base of his dick. 
Eddie groaned. “I’m not sure. I don’t know what this is. But uh- if you’re going to say no I need you to do it now, Steve. A-and maybe not touch me. I’m-“ Steve squeezed his hand around the base in a silent assent and he growled. “I’m barely holding it back as it is.”
“I don’t want you to hold back, I want this.”
His eyes flashed red for a second before his normal brown took its place. He wasn’t sure what to make of that. 
“Don’t say that,” Eddie breathed. “You don’t want me to tear you apart like it’s telling me to. We can- oh fuck, it can claim you… hopefully without that.”
Steve swallowed hard. He was shockingly desperate now for Eddie to claim him, whatever that meant. 
“Yeah. What do we need to do?” 
Eddie reached down and pulled his hands away from him. He hadn’t realized he’d still been stroking along the length of him. “Gunna have to try to open you up,” he slid his hand down to grab behind his knee and pulled it up and over his hip then pressed a dry finger to his hole. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
It shouldn’t have sent a quiver down his spine. Steve pulled away and Eddie’s face dropped, immediately letting go of him and drew in on himself. 
Steve cupped his face, leaning back in. “I’m gunna get some lube for us, baby. So you can shove this huge cock into me, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”
Eddie’s eyes turned red again and he rumbled a dark and filthy sound. “You better hurry up if you’re going to keep saying things like that.”
Steve surged forward instead to slide their lips together. A gasp punched out of him as claws scratched down his back and he did pull away this time when a long tongue introduced itself to his. 
“Oh fuck.” 
Eddie smirked at him when he caught him staring at his mouth and stuck his tongue out. It was long and purple and pointed. He wanted it inside of him.
“We can do that. I didn’t know you were such a freak, Stevie.”
He didn’t realize he’d said that out loud until Eddie was pushing him onto his back and settling between his legs. 
“Oh god- ah!” 
Eddie smirked at him as he used his claws to shred his boxers and yanked them away from his body. His cock jumped and Eddie immediately wrapped his long tongue around it. 
Steve had to slide his hands into his dark curls with a whine as Eddie continued to rub his monster tongue around his dick. 
“Taste so good, my sweet. Going to taste every inch of you.” True to his word, he lathed his tongue down to his balls and beyond them. 
Steve let out a squeak as the tongue pressed firmly at his entrance, the pointed tongue already pulling at his rim. Just as it became too much, Eddie’s hand wrapped around his cock and he cried out. The claws were nowhere to be seen but the idea of them, the knowledge that they were capable of tearing him apart yet weren’t, sent blood to his cheeks, and his dick. 
He got lost in the rhythm of thrusting forward into his hand and back onto his tongue, but when he felt blunt fingers slide into him he stared down into those clearly inhuman eyes. His ass clenched and they both groaned.
Eddie slithered his tongue out to grin up at him. “You’re really into this, huh? Got you all hot and bothered to let a monster fuck you?”
He shook his head but a whine left him as Eddie’s fingers slipped out too. 
“Not going anywhere,” Eddie said, repeating his own words back to him. “Grabbing your lube, babe.”
Steve nodded and forced himself to take some deep breaths. But as Eddie stood next to his bed to rifle around in his nightstand, he couldn’t tear his eyes from this imposing figure. Looking up at him like this made him feel tiny, and unbelievably desperately turned on. 
Eddie must’ve noticed something, god he hoped he didn’t accidentally say anything out loud again, and he smirked down at him with a knowing look. Fuck, hopefully he couldn’t read minds. 
“You can’t wait for me to absolutely ruin you, huh Stevie? Dizzy for my cock, huh?” Eddie stood over him and wrapped his own hand around his cock, slowly pumping it while staring at him. 
“Holy shit. Please-“
“Begging for it? Wow, I knew you were easy, Harrington, but I didn’t think it’d ever be for me, especially like this.” 
Steve drug his eyes away from his hand on his huge dick to peer up at his eyes. His eyes burned red but he blinked and they went back to normal.
“Turn over for me,” he pushed on his hip and pulled the scraps of his boxers away and threw them. When he’d turned onto his belly, Eddie made a low noise and manhandled him up onto his knees. 
Faster than humanly possible, unsurprisingly, Eddie’s slippery fingers were scissoring into him. They felt huge inside of him and he groaned thinking about how much bigger the thing he was getting stretched open for was. 
Pushing that thought away, instead he wondered about the word ‘claim’ meant that Eddie had said. Would that make him his forever? Part of him wanted that. Wanted to belong to someone. If that someone happened to be his friend who turned into a monster with a huge dick, there were worse things.
Steve squeaked as Eddie pulled back and added another finger, that had to be four now. He pushed back into the burn, wanting to get this part over with.
“Settle down, love. Need to open you up.” Eddie chuckled at him as he rubbed against his prostate to make him shake. 
“Please, I’m so close, ah- need your dick, Eds.”
Eddie hummed at him and continued to torture him for what felt like hours. Suddenly, when Steve wasn’t even sure what he was saying anymore, tears streaming down his face, Eddie pulled his fingers out. He cried out and arched back into nothing. 
“Oh, poor baby. Need a big cock in you to make it better?” He chuckled darkly. Steve’s dick twitched.  “Give me a second, greedy.”
The firm press of something huge against his ass made him shudder, but Eddie’s firm grip on his hips didn’t allow him to go anywhere. The head popped in and they both groaned. 
“Yesss,” Eddie hissed behind him, his voice rumbling again. “Gunna claim you.” 
Steve could tell whatever part of Eddie was still in there was holding back and pressing in slowly. A little too slowly for Steve, really. He pressed back into him and savored the little hiss Eddie let out. 
“Trying not to hurt you, Stevie,” he gritted out through his teeth. 
“Want it to hurt. Need it. C’mon.” He arched his back again and a few more inches sunk in. 
“Fuck, you are a little freak, huh baby? Should’ve made you mine sooner. Didn’t know you’d- shit, sweetheart you’re going to actually get hurt if you don’t relax.” Steve had gone up on his hands to get more leverage to thrust back. 
“C’mon, Eddie. Stop talking and-“ a hand came up under his throat and yanked him up into his lap, settling him so deep onto him he couldn’t breathe. He looked down and saw it making his bully bulge out. 
“Don’t demand things you can’t handle, little one,” Eddie, or whatever this was that wasn’t really Eddie, growled into his ear. “For some reason this human wants you in one piece. That’s not necessary for my needs.” He let go of his hip to drag his claws threateningly over his chest. Steve gulped but his cock jumped too. “It’s also not necessary that you enjoy it. Don’t fuck with me.”
Steve nodded but couldn’t help grinding down to feel the huge intrusion move inside of him. “I understand. What exactly are, ah um, your needs?”
“We need to claim you.” 
“Okay. Can you let Eddie back out, then? After the claiming? Will you go away or something?” He honestly wasn’t sure which answer he was hoping for.
“Maybe.” The voice clipped. His hand on his throat pressed in. He wasn’t going to answer anything else. 
Steve sighed. “Alright then.” None of this made any sense but he was too far into it to stop now. He wiggled his hips again in the hopes either one of them would get the message.
He yelled out when he was shoved forward by the hard thrust from behind him. Eddie used his hold around his throat to shove him back and forth onto his cock. 
“So good for us,” the voice continued. “Maybe I should stick around.“ He was being tugged around like a rag doll and he loved it. Snaking a hand behind him, he hooked his hand around Eddie’s neck to steady himself and consequently pulled his mouth down to his neck. His long tongue came out to slurp up his sweat. 
“Close,” he panted, he needed something else but couldn’t get the words out. 
“Yeah, human, me too. Going to fill you all up.” Sharp teeth sunk into his shoulder, launching him into space with a silent scream. 
He held onto the dark curls as he shook his way through his aftershocks and felt the cock inside of him spasm. 
Eddie flopped them sideways onto the bed, keeping his still hard dick inside. 
“Fuck,” he breathed, reaching a hand down to feel the now even bigger bulge of his belly. 
“My eggs don’t usually take in males of your species, but we can try again if you want,” the voice behind him rumbled dryly.
“E-eggs?” 
Going on like he hadn’t heard him, the voice of not-Eddie continued, “This human is fond of you, so I let him think he could control me. He might be a little confused when I let him wake up. Just so you know.”
“Will- um, will you be gone then?”
“Maybe.”
Steve huffed. “You know that’s not an answer.”
“I know. But I did enjoy our time together, human. I’m glad your mate convinced me not to tear you apart.”
“Oh. Uh, me too.”
Just like that, he could tell without looking that his Eddie was back. His?
“What the fuck,” Eddie groaned. “Please tell me I didn’t hurt you. Oh shit,” Steve whined as he pulled out roughly. “Sorry, oh my god, I’m sorry Steve, I-“
Now that he was free to move, he flipped over to see his face. He slid in close, cupping his jaw. “I’m okay. I promise. You didn’t let it hurt me. Are you okay?”
Eddie looked down and took in the scratches on his hips and across his chest, and the come on his belly. “Uh, I think I’m okay.”
“You’re still, uh, big.” 
“It’s still kind of here? It’s not as insistent now. It’s like it’s just, I dunno, in the back of my head.”
“That’s good, I guess?” He wanted to kiss him so badly. “So um, it told me you were fond of me? And you said you should’ve made me yours before this? Anything you wanna say about that?” Steve hoped he meant it. 
“Uhhh,” Eddie somehow managed to look sheepish and remarkably like the Eddie before the change. “I’ve maybe wanted you for a long time, Stevie. I just haven’t had the courage to let you know.” Eddie ducked his head but Steve pulled his chin back up and pressed his lips to his. He gasped as Eddie took over, pushing him onto his back. “And now that I know you’re such a freak, I’m definitely keeping you.”
Steve blushed but laughed. “You’re one to talk, you could’ve warned me about the eggs!” He put a hand on his lower stomach. 
“Eggs?”
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bigwishes · 2 years
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would love to be transformed into a sweaty stinking guy that's too hairy for his own good. I love a good muscle growth but I wouldn't be opposed to growing a big muscle gut either.
You want to become a big stinking sweating mountain of a man, we can grant that wish. Normally its my job to put guys in that position when they didn't specifically ask for it but because you did you'll get exactly what you asked for, and maybe a bit more.
what's the saying never too much of a good thing?
so first order of business piling on the muscle, lets take that body of yours and beef you right up like you've been lifting for years, filling you all the way up almost to your natural limit.
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How easy was that? Yeah I know you said that you wanted to be stinking and too hairy for your own good but be patient we're getting there.
The next thing we need is hair and lots of it! make your pits fluffy, make you chest 2, NO, 3x as hairy and cover your arms and legs with the stuff. That discomfort around your ass isn't going to disappear either, there is so much hair down their now its going to rub up against you pants and become so itchy you'll be scratching your ass like a dumb ape.
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How's that for hairy! Now with all that hair comes warmth, and with warmth comes sweaty 24/7 but here's the fun part, because you're so hairy it'll never fully fall off your body, it's just going to get tangled in that hair and cause you to reek, I'd say you're close to getting your own cartoonish stink cloud follow you around, give it a day and it will be in everything you own. That sweat and stench is going to seep through your clothes, everything you ever wear will be wet with sweat. Its going to get in your car seat, in your couch and in your bed, every time you sit on any of those it is going to squelch as old sweat is squeezed out like a sponge, your carpet will become stained with footprints from where you walked and it clung to the ground. I wouldn't recommend standing in one place too long mate or a puddle might start to form.
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Try to keep those pits down mate, you don't want people passing out all around you, and if your stench starts peeling the paint on the walls of the gym I'm pretty sure they'll make you pay for it.
But I don't think we are quite done yet, no, I think there is one final change we can make to ruin you.
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You wake up in your new body, the first thing you notice is the powerful smell of your house, stinking like no one has ever opened a window in any gym ever and all of it is trapped in your house. A small rush of excitement hits you, the wish your were probably too horny to make came true. You stuff your nose in your pits and breath in the stink of an entire locker room, all trapped in one arm pit.
Your stomach growls for food. Throwing a black tank top on you head to the kitchen to mix up a protein shake. Your new size demanded food, so you made a triple protein shake with triple the oats and fruit most call for. You raise the blender to you lips and start to drink, as you do you feel some slip out between the blender and the sides of your lips, running down your new beard and falling on your clean shirt. You chuckle looking down at the tank top growing darker as your sweat seeps into the fabric you take your finger and scoop up some of the protein.
"maybe I need a clean shirt before the gym, or at least one without food" you laugh as you walk back to your room, struggling to take off the tank top unassisted.
opening the door to your wardrobe you are greeted with the smell of sweat, musk and...stale protein? it smells like someone left their protein shaker in a locker for a year. Looking at the selection of tank tops you notice all of them have food stains down the front, some even have dried oats still stuck like you'd spilt your shake and simply hung it out to dry. Your shorts were similar, stains on the side from wiping your hands, even all your underwear stored in a small basket at the bottom of the wardrobe were riddled with old jizz stains and droplets of protein from drinking shakes in your underwear.
in confusion you scratch your beard pushing the dried shake you forgot was there deeper into the hair. Your stomach rumbles and you release a pent up belch reeking of protein followed by another growl in you stomach as more gas begins to brew.
"shit, I thought, I thought I was just gonna be a hairy bodybuilder with some B.O. not, I didn't want.."
but it doesn't matter what you want now mate, you wanted to stink so I gave you wanted, enjoy your life as a big, muscular, hairy, stinking,
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fucking muscle S L O B
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~ Chapter 5. 03 ~
I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.
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We had already encountered a few monsters, which resulted in some minor injuries. There were a few more floors to go until we would reach Mister Han's apartment, which made me wonder how many monsters we could encounter.
With heavy steps, we climbed up the stairs. I was breathing hard seeing we just had to escape a monster again, but it seemed like I wasn't alone. Even the man with scars was walking slower than before. The only one who was not exhausted was Hyun-su who was walking up the stairs, with rapid steps.
This didn't seem like him, seeing how tired he was earlier. Passing a floor Hyun-su stopped in front of the door, while the two of us walked past him. We only came to a halt when he spoke up.
"I think there's a monster here."
Turning around we came face to face with black eyes smiling Hyun-su.
It reminded me of when he was holding the monster so that the kids and I could escape.
"Let's kill it."
What?
Why would we put ourselves in danger to kill it?
The man walked a few steps back to us until he was standing half in front of me. Was he trying to protect me from Hyun-su?
"We can kill it." For a few seconds, he looked at us before opening the door to the floor.
He was about to walk in but slowly moved back looking at us with a wide grin on his face before saying.
"You're scared, aren't you?" I don't know if he was talking to me or the man, but even then it sounded creepy the way he said it.
He was about to walk in, but the man grabbed his bag and pulled him back with a hard jerk. Hyun-su stumbled back but still had a big smile on his face, but that soon vanished when the man punched him in the stomach. In normal circumstances, I would have been angry at the man. But seeing that Hyun-su had snapped out of whatever he was in, I was happy he did it.
"Great job," I whisper to the man.
Like normally he didn't give me an answer. I was about to say something but quickly stopped when the ringing in my ear started. On instinct, I turn around seeing now the door wide open. The heat of the flames washed over my face while the smoke burned my nostrils when I breathed in.
"Sir!"
Just in time, I could see the man being dragged down the hall before he disappeared behind a corner. Hyun-su was the first to run into the flaming hall quickly followed by me. We had to dodge some flames before finally reaching the corner he disappeared when the ringing came back.
Everything seems to go in slow motion for me. My eyes went to the other end of the wall hearing and feeling something dark coming our way at superhuman speed. The way it was running it would run straight into Hyun-su injuring him badly. Without thinking I pushed Hyun-su away just in time to feel a strong wind pass us.
I hadn't planned to fall down with him, but he automatically had put his arms around me taking me down with him. My face was in his chest while we both were breathing hard. Both our hearts were beating fast in our chests. I could feel every beat his made, while I tried to control mine.
The ringing in my ear came back, which made me want to get up but was quickly pulled back down just in time for a strong wind to pass my head. I looked up when whatever monster it was made a screeching noise and saw that it was set on fire because of an arrow. Fully sitting up now I could see it ran wildly further down the hall bumping into walls and other things that stood in its way.
"Uhm Mi.....Mi-na?" I hear Hyun-su say while I look further down the hall wanting to make sure the monster is completely gone.
"Yeah?" I answer finally looking down at him.
"C...can you...." One of his hands was on my tight and gave me a squeeze making me look down.
I wasn't aware of it until now, but I was still sitting on top of him. Basically straddling him. My face eminently began to feel hot seeing in which position we were in.
"Oh, shit! Yeah sorry!"
As rapidly as I could I moved off of him. It wasn't just me whose face was hot, I could see a faint blush color appearing on his face as well. Before one of us could say something we heard someone walking towards us. The both of us quickly stood up with our weapons ready if something would attack us.
Throughout the smoke, I began to see an outline of a human coming closer to us. Slowly I began to lower my weapon when I saw a girl appearing with a crossbow in hand aiming right at us.
"Who's there?" A man spoke appearing next to her.
I was about to speak up when I saw the man with the scars lying against a wall. Carefully I began to make my way to him not really caring if I would be shot or not. The girl kneeled down beside him feeling if he was still alive or not.
"He's alive." She spoke up looking at the older man she was with.
My eyes went to the thing sitting on the other side of the door opening. At first, it looked like a normal human, but if you looked further down you could see how his arms were impossibly long.
One of them was still lying on the man. Did that monster save him from the monster that attacked me and Hyun-su? It sounded strange, but if he really wanted to kill him he could easily do it himself or let the other monster do his job.
Taking a step forward I began to look into the dark doorway. It seems like it was a small room or a storage room of some sort. My eyes traveled down and a small gasp left my lips. People were lying on the floor.
Dead people.
There were so many of them that they were lying on top of each other. I took a step back but was quickly met with someone grabbing my arm gently. I had forgotten that Hyun-su was standing behind me and seeing the look in his eyes I guess he saw too what was in that room.
"What are you doing?" The girl asked looking at us.
I shook my head looking down at the man.
"Nothing. Let's just get out of here before that monster comes back."
Nobody seemed to protest at my suggestion, so Hyun-su and the girl each grabbed an arm of the man pulling him up from the ground.
"Let's go to my place it's close by." The old man said making us nod.
Without saying anything we began to follow him without saying a thing. My eyes scanned the hall seeing fire in some places with blood coating the wall. So many lives must have been lost here. Was that speed monster the cause of all their deaths or was there another monster who killed them as well?
It was weird that all those bodies were stacked in that room. Had the monster done that? Like collecting bodies as trophies? With a loud cracking sound water began to fall on us. Looking up I saw that the water sprinkles had turned on.
"Here come in." The older man said opening a door.
Quickly all of us walked inside with me as the last one, closing the door behind me with a deep sigh.
"Put him here." I turned around and saw them put the man against a wall making him slump down.
The girl immediately began to check his injuries. Finding a place to sit down to rest, my eyes scanned the room. There wasn't much, it was just like my place. Letting out a deep breath I took a seat against a counter that was standing next to the refrigerator.
I brought my left ankle close seeing that the swelling had gone down, but it was still red and painful. Looking at my legs I could see some blood on them that wasn't mine. Who knows who it is? A monster, me, a body, or Hyun-su's. I don't. It's weird how fast I have become used to the smell of blood. It only has been a couple of days, but it's like I can't smell it anymore. I wish that everything would go back to normal, but then again what is normal for me?
Going back home. Having to see how Miss Ward abused those kids. Getting abused myself in the end because I wanted to help them. I have never lived a normal life. These past couple of months have been the most normal I have ever lived.
"Are you okay?" I looked to my side a saw Hyun-su sitting there.
I was so deep in my thoughts that I hadn't noticed him at all.
"Y..yeah." I croak out before clearing my throat.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I was just thinking." I explain before looking down at my hands.
There were some scratches on them here and there, but all by all, they were okay. I was happy that nobody of us had a major injury yet.
"You two," I looked up when the old man spoke up.
"What are your names?" I lick my dry lips before speaking up.
"I'm Yun Mi-na."
"Cha Hyun-Su."
The old man nodded before looking back down at his magazine.
"What were you guys doing here on this floor? Were you guys going to the first floor?" He questions us without looking up.
"We just came from the first floor," I spoke up making the old man look up.
"So it isn't true. There aren't any survivors down there."
I shook my head quickly.
"No, no there are. They had sent us up to get some people who are important for us to survive." I clarify.
After nodding his head at us he looks back down at the pages in his hand letting us alone in our thoughts. A grunting sound came from the man with scares. The girl rushed to him trying to if he was fine.
"Are you awake now?" She asked looking through her supplies of medical stuff.
"I don't need any of that." I hear the man grunt out.
"Yes, you do. Your bleeding has stopped, but you're still injured." She explained, but the man didn't care what she said.
Without saying anything more he began to walk to the door.
"Wait, sir!" I stood up grabbing my axe from beside me.
Before I could take another step a cold hand grabbed mine, making me look down.
"Where are you going?" Hyun-su asked looking up at me with his big eyes.
I look at the door and see the man walk out before looking back down at him.
"Someone needs to go with him. It's not safe to go alone." I explained ready to take a step, but he only tightened his grip on my hand.
"It's too dangerous for you to go out there."
I shook my head.
"That's why I want to go. It's too dangerous to go out there on his own. Don't worry I'll meet you back downstairs safe and sound. Just make sure you get Mister Han, Miss Im, and the kids down safely. You have two pairs of extra hands to help you with it." I said looking at the old man and the girl.
Hyun-su didn't seem to be convinced still debating if would let me go or not.
"I'm going to be fine. I promise I'll come back."
Gently I began to pull my hand from his grip.
The only thing he did was nod his head before looking down.
I let out a sigh before waving goodbye to the old man and girl thanking them as well.
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hi!!! i read your sukuna fluff and i think i fell in love a little. i'd love to read more of what you think sukuna can be like in a loving partnership- specifically with the healing sorcerer in your last post. if you'd like to test your angst, i'd love to see a protective Sukuna after their sorcerer has been wounded in battle and is going through recovery
I'm happy to hear that you liked that post! I love talking about Big Scary™ men who are absolute softies for their s/o, and I'll take that challenge as I'm always looking to improve my angst 🤍
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☁️ Sukuna is overprotective of you to some extent, but he wouldn't necessarily hold you back from going on missions or expeditions. He knows your skill sets and capabilities (probably even helped you refine some techniques to get stronger bc he wouldn't want you to go dying on him), so he just warns you to be careful and that's his way of showing you he cares. He's still rough around the edges but he's always worrying about you when you're not wrapped up tightly in his arms where he knows you're safe and secure.
☁️ He feels like he's always holding his breath until you walk through the entrance and he finally sees that you're okay, save for the few bruises and scratches on your limbs but Sukuna only ever asks for you to return back to him in one piece. However, this one particular mission took a turn for the worse and there's this strange feeling inside his chest — like it's the beginning of the end and a terrible ache slowly tears him apart at the very root of his being from the inside outwards.
☁️ He was right to listen to the unsettled feeling in his gut and follow traces of your cursed energy to your location. You're human and death is inevitable for someone like you, but he won't accept a fate too cruel when he's lived through more lifetimes than you and you're only just beginning to experience a life full of adventure. When he arrives at the scene, you're unconscious and you look like something from one of his nightmares. He doesn't even know if you're breathing, and getting you to safety from the Special Grade curse is his utmost priority.
☁️ Though, I can see Sukuna gently cradling your body into his arms and the approaching curse being wiped out with one motion of his arm unleashing a destructive flame and there's nothing left but ashes and debris in its general direction. He doesn't toy and taunt his preys like he normally would but ends the one-sided battle because he's too focused on keeping you alive and making sure you at least have a heartbeat. Thus, leading him to use a reversed cursed technique to heal your fatal injuries and carry your body back to your shared home.
☁️ Recovery is the easy part now that you're no longer near-death, but Sukuna feels unease and almost anxious for you to wake up. He's always been sure of himself but he's second-guessing if his cursed energy wasn't enough or something along that line, and he's checking your pulse every half hour to calm himself. When you start to grimace as your body ache catches up to you, he doesn't register the slight squeeze he gives your hand that's already in his. The way his eyes light up and soften when your gaze meets his even if just for a moment.
☁️ He's reprimanding you for being so careless, and you feel bad for the emotional distress he underwent because he doesn't usually lecture you about anything. Then there's the really quiet and hardly audible, "I really thought I lost you back there." I don't know what I'd do without you. All you can reassure him with is, "Sorry for making you worry. I'll be more careful next time, okay?" But he's still so caught up with what happened that he doesn't like the idea of you being anywhere that's not beside him for at least a month.
☁️ You notice Sukuna doesn't leave you alone after that, and if he has some place to be he'll substitute Uraume to watch over you. And he's more affectionate but not overly so when you're together especially when you're still in the recovering stages. He tends to surprise you by doing small yet meaningful things, such as coming back with a batch of apricots because you can't harvest them yourself. Maybe help you bathe and gently wash your hair because your body still aches all over. Just little things that you don't really think about but appreciate him for being so thoughtful and caring.
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Sometimes summer is for lazing around (weight gain)
Welcome to today's update where the lucky guys are two Sabers - Dia and Siegfried. Or the chapter where I said 'Screw restrain, I'm going all in!'
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A loud belch rattled Ritsuka’s room.
“Urgh, Master, that was too much - urp - grinding.” Siegfried lurched his head back, and his shoulders hunched into the couch, jutting his big torso forward. His round, big pecs bubbled up, and the button over his cleavage stretched apart as if tortured. “I feel like - burrrr! - I’ll burst with the experience.”
The button wobbled like a coin on its side. Siegfried had expected his swimsuit - it was a swimsuit, no matter Master’s disappointed blank stare - to be a tight fit. But to be so tight that his body was striving to rend all buttons?
A lazy smirk graced Siegfried’s bespectacled face, although the fluffy clumps of hair hid it. His stomach must have been working through the Embers, turning them into fuel for his power. Yes, that had to be why his shoulders were bubbling through the coat or why the buttons were struggling to press down his abdomen.
“Isn’t that our heroic duty, Siegfried?” On the other side of the couch, Diarmuid was rubbing his sizeable belly. “Our Master needs strong warriors to fight for him, and we’ll only get stronger if we eat like we are.” The gold rush of glutting himself on Embers was still tingling through his blood, making his voice more joyful than ever. It even dulled the pain where the metal edge of his chest plate dug into the top of his belly.
Good thing it did not extend lower; his gut was already twisting the metal around it to make room for his heft. He had absolute faith in his stomach, of course - it would make quick work of any armor! But it would be needless time wasted when his final level was still far away.
He had wanted to discard even the measly top, but the Master’s hand immediately had gone to his Command Seal, and he had said, “You look better with it farming your gut. Keep it on.”
“You are perfectly rig - UuUUUURRRR!” The crass sound projected out of Siegfried’s throat, throwing his face into an exhausted stupor. The buttons over his gut shook like buildings during an earthquake while his stomach worked through another batch of Embers. “Although everything seems kind of small now. I wish - ughrhr!” This time the eruption came because Ritsuka pushed his chubby hand on the crest of Siegfried’s stomach. Harshly.
“Come on, Siegfried, don’t be like this. Doesn’t it feel great being too stuffed to fit into things? Makes you feel like a real big shot.” His fingers flicked one strained button that could not even wiggle in place without digging in Siegfried’s gut. “That’s the biggest charm of the starting sizes: when you can fit in normal things, but they are so cramped, and they make you like a huge piece of work! Like Diarmuid, right? Don’t you feel like a real warrior when your gut is bending out that hard armor? Like you’re really huge?” His elbow poked into the side of Diarmuid’s belly - or what could be a side since it was almost a perfect sphere.
“I’m not - ugh! - sure if I understand everything, Master, but I do agree,” Diarmuid smiled, and his fingers rubbed his gold-skinned gut. “Knowing that my stomach can twist the hardy metal is one thing, but feeling it... It truly makes power surge through my body.”
“Yup! See, Siegfried - not an inch of room here, and he’s not complaining a bit!” Ritsuka had already tried to squeeze a chunky finger under the plate’s edge, ramming it where the gut and the armor kissed, but their tightness repelled any attack.
Each jostle sank under Diarmuid’s skin, to his stomach, sparkling again the grand feeling of fullness.
“Looks like a true warrior, glutting himself to his limits and getting wedged in his plate!” Ritsuka’s pushes grew harder, almost as if he was rutting his finger against the curve, and his breaths sped into rapid pants. He was falling into Diarmuid’s personal space, and his jiggly belly was flowing over the taut ball.
“Thank you for the praise, Master! You’re better spoken than any king! But I am merely following the example you’re setting.” Diarmuid groped Ritsuka’s belly, where it was heaving under his tight shirt, and his fingers squeezed in a true warrior’s hug.
Ritsuka twerked, and his ocean of a belly hit Diarmuid’s solid gut. “That’s how you do it! Take notes, Siegfried!” The Master slid his hands limply to his Servant’s legs and half-rolled to the other side, slow like an exhausted sloth. “Not that you’re doing bad, either. I’m sure a Grail or two will make very quick work of that coat.”
“A perfect observation, Master,” Siegfried nodded, making his glasses glisten. “With how powerful my body is getting, I’m sure it will take just one more burst of strength before I tear it asunder. But the sofa might give out even before that. After all, it’s barely keeping up with the three of us.”
There was only a small twitch of a joke to that. But the poor furniture had groaned even before the Master had set his rather bulky body on it, and now... With how packed they were, Siegfried doubted they would be able to stand up without getting stuck.
To make his point, he shifted a little backward. It was just for a show - not to topple the couch. The front rose like a neighing horse, and his weight flowed to his back.
Ritsuka clung to his coat, pulling whatever was left to be stretched. It squashed Siegfried’s gut, stealing his balance and forcing another thundering belch. The sofa dropped forward like a boulder, and the impact sloshed all the Embers in his stomach.
Ritsuka whispered before another belch could silence him. “Those glasses do give you some great ideas!”
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chase forever down 28/31
chase forever down | 28/31 | bungou stray dogs | 👿🐯 / sskk | #smarch 🔞| ~2600 words
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Atsushi sat upright with his back against one of the few undamaged pillars, his arm over Akutagawa’s shoulders as he lay against him. Akutagawa was sleeping, head on Atsushi’s shoulder, and Atsushi’s ear was trained on his every breath, every gentle rise and fall of his chest. It was the Most Important Thing right now and he didn’t really care about anything else going on around him.
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Aslanov clearly had no subordinates because there was no further fighting. Just Dazai and Chuuya arguing softly in the distance while Chuuya bandaged up Reina. Eventually, though, Chuuya came to sit with them. He brought Atsushi some water that he didn’t think he wanted until he opened it and drained the entire bottle in several large gulps. It actually cleared his head a little and made him feel more like himself.
“What happened to Aslanov?” Atsushi asked because after Akutagawa fed from him and passed out, he realized there was just calamitous silence. “Where is she?”
Chuuya folded his arms and sighed. “You don’t want to know.”
Atsushi swallowed and looked down at the top of Akutagawa’s head. He set his jaw. “I do want to know,” he said, quiet and determined. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do with the information just yet, but….
“You fucking ate her vile ass,” Reina said, wobbling over on a makeshift crutch. “Tore that bitch to shreds, it was incredible. I’ve never—” she realized Chuuya was glaring at her and making a cut-it-out motion, and she shrugged with the shoulder not employing a crutch. “Well. You took care of a major problem for me, at least.”
He stared into the distance for a long moment, eyes hard, and searching for even a shred of remorse. “Good,” he finally said, vehemently, and squeezed Akutagawa’s shoulder.
Chuuya gave Atsushi a sidelong look. “I may not know you that well,” he said, “but that really doesn’t sound like you, kid.”
“I don’t care.” Atsushi wouldn’t meet Chuuya’s eye. Throughout his life he had lost and lost and lost, and now when he finally gained he nearly lost again. Atsushi was beginning to realize that he would do some pretty horrible things to protect the people he loved. If he thought about it too much, it terrified him.
Losing Akutagawa terrified him more.
Dazai was the last to join them, having disappeared into what were apparently offices and living quarters on the far side of the warehouse. When he reappeared, he scooted over in a wheeled office chair liberated from one of said offices.
He’d rolled right through where the rain poured in from one of the many new holes the roof was sporting, so his hair and bandages were damp. Dazai looked just the same as normal now, no longer the pale shade of a creature he had been when Atsushi first stepped foot in the building. Atsushi watched him sail by on the wheeled office chair without expression.
Don’t swallow.
Atsushi licked the blood from the corner of his mouth.
“Dazai-san,” he said. “Why…why did this work? I thought vampire blood was poison to another vampire.”
Dazai scooted back the way he’d come with exaggerated leg movements before rolling to a stop. He tilted his head, looking over at Akutagawa’s still form, and kept his face very carefully neutral. There was something behind his usually warm brown eyes that Atsushi rarely saw.
“Akutagawa-kun is a very young vampire,” Dazai said. “As his sire, my blood can still nourish and heal him.” He was silent again and then exhaled. “Make no mistake, though, it still shouldn’t have worked the way it did. And yet, it did work. Because of you.”
“Because of me?”
“Your tiger, more precisely.” Dazai pointed at Atsushi’s chest. “Your blood is in his belly, and your tiger’s healing ability with it. It tried its best to keep his body intact, and it did, long enough for my blood to get inside and do what was needed.” He shook his head a little. “It’s incredible because it really should not have worked.”
“They’re blood-bonded,” Reina said, and Dazai looked over at her, and then back to them.
“Yes,” he said. “They are two parts of a whole, now. Stronger than any I’ve seen, just this quickly too.” He propped his elbow on the back of the chair, putting his chin in his hand, and Atsushi felt pinned by his eyes again, scrutinized on an uncomfortable level. Then Dazai closed his eyes and grinned, and said in a sing-song voice, “just like us, Chu~uya~!”
“We are not fucking blood-bonded,” Chuuya said. “If you try to put your blood anywhere near me, I am hammering a stake through your eyes and into the floor, and setting you on fire for good measure.”
Dazai very clearly pouted, but Atsushi ignored him, looking down again at Akutagawa, feeling his heart beating in sync with his own. “So, what did Aslanov really want with you, Dazai-san? If she’d actually meant to kill you, she could have at any point before we got here.”
“Ah,” Dazai said. He waved his hand dismissively. “One of the Children of Judas needed me for some weird and nefarious as yet unexplained scheme. That about sums it up nicely, I think?”
“Dazai,” Chuuya said quietly. “If you don’t tell them, I will.”
Dazai’s somewhat-lighthearted expression shifted again, settling back into that same careful neutral. He met Chuuya’s eye for a long moment and then glanced at Reina before settling on Atsushi. “Atsushi-kun,” he said. “Akutagawa-kun is my kin. I sired him when he was near death, to save his life.” Atsushi remained quiet because he knew this much already. “But not only for that reason.”
He tilted his head, eyes shifting from warm brown to a glittering red. Now, in the gloom outside of the shipping crate, Atsushi could see it was an even more vivid red than Akutagawa’s, Dazai’s eyes like fresh-spilled blood. “I sired him so that he would one day kill my sire.”
“Why?” Atsushi asked.
Reina sat down heavily, and drew his attention, although Dazai did not look away from him. “A vampire cannot kill their own sire,” she said, staring directly at Dazai. “So you made your own kin, specifically to do so.” The expression on her face kept changing, eyes wide as she put together the pieces in front of Atsushi, who had so few of them himself. “But, if you’re a scion…” her eyes landed on Akutagawa. “He killed a pureblood?”
Dazai remained quiet.
“Someone really needs to explain this pureblood shit to me, because I keep hearing about it and no one tells me anything,” Atsushi said sharply.
“A pureblood,” Chuuya looked over at Dazai, who seemed content to let Chuuya take this, “is a vampire that was turned by the progenitor. The father of all vampires. They are the most powerful and oldest of vampires. Scions, like this shithead,” he kicked the wheelbase of Dazai’s chair, which made it turn slowly, rotating Dazai away from them, “were turned directly by a pureblood. Any vampire created by a scion on down are just normal, run-of-the-mill vampires.”
“Unless,” Dazai said, still no longer facing them, “they kill a pureblood. Then they inherit some of the pureblood’s power.” He scooted his feet on the floor, turning his seat back to face them.
Atsushi stared at Dazai. “So, Akutagawa isn’t a normal vampire?” Normal vampire would have been an oxymoron in his life a year ago, but he was long past that at this point.
“Nope!” Dazai’s voice was cheerful. “Not even a little bit normal, but you,” he pointed at Atsushi, “are not normal either, Atsushi-kun. Which is why you were so able to easily blood-bond with a pureblood-queller.”
It was all too much information, and Atsushi was achingly, unendingly tired. His head was throbbing right behind his eyes but he resisted dearly the urge to rub that spot. “Why do any of this, then?”
Dazai folded his arms over the back of the chair, leaning forward slightly. “Because, Atsushi-kun,” he said, grin as sharp as nails, eyes glowing again. “I’m going to kill the progenitor.”
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Akutagawa slept deeply. He didn’t wake when Atsushi carried him home on his back, nor when Atsushi stripped him and tucked him into their bed. He sat on the edge of the mattress for a while, watching Akutagawa sleep, his body slowly restoring itself.
There was a scar on his neck, all the way around. It was an angry red, but not as big as it had been. Atsushi swallowed hard and brushed his fingers over it, then closed his fist, nails biting into his palm. He’d nearly lost Akutagawa, and for what? Dazai’s feud with some elder vampire?
Akutagawa slept for nearly three whole days, waking only occasionally to feed off Atsushi, barely conscious of what he was doing. Atsushi let him do so with abandon, draining him to the point he was almost too light-headed to walk straight, although as soon as Akutagawa fed he would drop right back into the deepest of sleep.
Atsushi stayed by his side the entire time, ignoring his phone and knocks at the door. Chuuya barged in once, just to make certain they were alive, and he nearly had his own head knocked off for his trouble by startling Atsushi awake. Chuuya left groceries in the kitchen and quickly left them be.
Dazai had very much not told them why the Children of Judas were involved, and Atsushi hadn’t even realized until much later. It bothered him, as a lot of things did, but he let it be, keeping vigil by Akutagawa’s side on the off chance he woke and needed to feed.
On the eve of the fourth day he woke to a hand around his throat and a snarling mouth full of fangs in his face—which, after a moment, became a gentle caress and a deep, impassioned kiss.
Akutagawa drew back, staring down at Atsushi like he’d never seen anything like him before. Atsushi took Akutagawa’s face in both hands, pulling him down into another kiss, and another after that. “I missed you,” Atsushi said into his mouth, tears running down his face. “I thought I lost you, Ryuunosuke, I was so afraid, I thought—”
“Shh,” Akutagawa said and kissed him again.
Atsushi wanted, so much, right there in that moment and it was all held in his arms. There was so little separation between them, warm body on warm body, Akutagawa’s skin sliding against his own; hazy and out of his head Atsushi couldn’t even tell where he ended and Akutagawa began. Maybe it didn’t matter.
Akutagawa on his lap, back arched, hips moving languidly, back and forth; the two of them on their sides, Atsushi’s leg slung up over Akutagawa’s thigh, skin and face burning, panting little hitched breaths into the sweat sliding down the back of Akutagawa’s neck; Atsushi on his back, legs wrapped around the small of Akutagawa’s back, hands above his head and gripping the headboard so tight he distantly heard it crack…
Akutagawa’s mouth on his, crushed together, fangs and teeth and metal, the entire universe between them collapsed into something small, brilliant, infinitely dense, and threatening to burn them both to ash.
Atsushi found his anchor and was never, ever going to let it go.
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Akutagawa sat at the kitchen table while Atsushi made a valiant attempt at cooking. It wasn’t going well. Akutagawa stared at the blackened meat, clearly attempting to judge if it was worth saying anything or not, and Atsushi sighed. “Sorry,” he said. “I can go get some take-out or something if you prefer. I just…haven’t gotten used to the burners on your stove.”
“Oh, it’s the stove’s fault, huh,” Akutagawa said.
Atsushi nodded vigorously, and Akutagawa snorted before smiling fondly at the food laid out in front of him. Atsushi had done his best to make a decent repast, and when he looked up at Atsushi gratefully for a moment Atsushi saw a hint of the person he might have been without any of the terrible things that had happened to him. Atsushi smiled back.
They bathed together, and Akutagawa even deigned to let Atsushi wash his hair for him, as well as scrub his back. They rinsed and got into the tub together; there was barely enough room for them both but they sat opposite each other, water splashing out over the side.
Akutagawa pulled his knees to his chest, watching Atsushi for a while. “I died,” he said, finally. “Didn’t I?”
Atsushi swallowed and nodded, because of all places he didn’t expect to have this conversation in the bath. “Yes. Aslanov….” He trailed off, didn’t want to relive it even by speaking it. “Dazai-san saved you.”
“No,” Akutagawa said softly, “he didn’t.”
“It was his blood—”
“Atsushi, he was giving his blood to you.”
Atsushi shook his head sharply. “He wasn’t. He even told me not to swallow, and that you wouldn’t take it from him…” Now there was a seed of doubt, planted. Atsushi looked away, considering this, it didn’t make any sense. “He wasn’t,” he repeated, trying to convince himself as much as Akutagawa.
“What happened with Aslanov?”
Atsushi kept his gaze fixed on the side of the tub, watching the water splash gently over the edge. “Dazai-san told me everything,” he said. “About the progenitor and the purebloods and what you did.”
It was a successful derailment. Akutagawa stared at him levelly. “You already knew.”
“I knew you killed Dazai-san’s sire,” Atsushi said. “I didn’t know anything else about it.” He hugged his own knees to his chest defensively.
Akutagawa’s mouth barely twitched. “And…?”
“And what. It doesn’t change anything between us. We’re…” Atsushi knew his cheeks were cooked pink by the water, but still felt like his face flushed even darker. “We’re soulmates. It’ll take a lot more than you killing someone to make me walk away, at this point.” He paused to reflect on this. “That’s not a challenge, by the way. I would very much prefer you refrain from killing anyone unless they’re trying to kill you first.”
Akutagawa cocked his head. “And did you kill Aslanov?”
Caught, Atsushi looked away again. “My tiger did.”
“You did.”
He nodded.
Akutagawa took in a deep, long breath. Then he leaned forward, toward Atsushi, putting his palms on Atsushi’s knees. “I’m only going to say this once,” he said, “so I want you to listen very carefully.”
Atsushi looked at him.
“Thank you.”
Atsushi continued to stare at him as he settled back into the water. “Seriously?”
“Weretiger, you killed someone for me. My only regret is that I didn’t get to witness it myself.” He smiled. “I would suck your dick right now if you wanted.”
Atsushi folded his arms and looked away. “Can we not glorify it, please? It was my tiger, not me. There was no conscious thought involved that I’m aware. I don’t even remember it happening.” Fractured light, emotions so enormous he could no longer contain them…
“That only makes me happier. The vaunted weretiger goes feral and destroys a werewolf. For me.” Akutagawa looked very pleased as he settled fully back, bumping his knees into Atsushi’s. “How will your ADA fellows take that, I wonder?”
“With any luck, they won’t have to find out about it at all,” Atsushi said with a sigh.
Akutagawa raised his eyebrow, but Atsushi wouldn’t meet his eye. “Weretiger,” he said again, nudging his leg. This drew Atsushi’s gaze. “You chose to save my life,” Akutagawa said. “Thank you.”
“I thought you said you were only going to say it once?”
“You always seem to be the exception to everything,” Akutagawa closed his eyes, arms folded, but was smiling. “Might as well include this, as well.”
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Your long day is over now
Dick's hanging upside down. For some reason he can't remember why or: a new one shot for the F1 au!
TW: car accidents, hurt/comfort (for additional warnings check ao3)
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(Parts of this fic and its dialogue is heavily inspired by the important conversation that I hope was had after Romain Grosjeans crash in the 2020 Bahrain Grand Prix, and especially comments made by Daniel Ricciardo after said race. I did not watch that race live myeslf, but I saw the live tweets and the outrage afterwards. In real life theres real guys out there racing. A lot of it for our entertainment. They deserve more than being treated as "lions in a cage for people going to the zoo." as Pierre Gasly once stated.)
He doesn't understand. 
There is so much noise. Unfamiliar noise that's muffled in a weird way. There is smoke and dust and... and everything is upside down. His nose stings, the telltale sign of a fire.
His shoulder hurts.
“-ickhead!” 
Someone's yelling. There’s... a hand? In his field of vision, out of nowhere, waving.
There’s a face too, poking between the halo and the ground and why, why is he upside down?
“You alive, Dick?” 
The face, it’s Jason. He’s in his race suit. Dick can spot the green of the Cards. But he’s not wearing his helmet. Why is Dick wearing his helmet then?
“Dick?” Jason, again.
He tries to answer, but fuck, his head hurts. 
“I’m alive,” he manages to croak out at last. 
Jason’s face relaxes, some of the tension falling. Good. Good, Jason shouldn’t look like that. All scared and worried. They aren't supposed to be worried about each other, he's pretty sure. 
“They’re going to get you out of here,” Jason promises, voice remarkably soft compared to how loud he has to be speaking. There is so much noise. 
Also, out of here? That's what Jason had said. Dick looks around. Yeah, he’s in his car. Hanging from his belts, judging by how tight his chest feels.
There’d been a race. 
He was gaining on the lead. On Jason. He wiggles his limbs a little, just to check. Just to be sure they’re all still there and still in function. 
“Why am I upside down?” Dick finally manages to gather the breath to ask. His voice sounds all weird, and his helmet is so tight against his head. Is it always like that?
Jason frowns at him, brows furrowing together. He reaches out with his hand, towards Dick, and oh. Dick wiggles, his arm pulling down towards the ground thanks to gravity.
Jason grabs it. Jason, his brother who’s not his brother, who left, came back angry and betrayed, is holding his hand.
Dick can feel the pressure around it, how Jason squeezes it with a firm hand. The glove can’t hide the trembling, but Dick doesn’t know if that’s him or Jason. Or both.
“You’ll be okay, Dickie,” Jason states like it’s set in stone. 
Then something grabs Jason’s attention, outside of the car, where Dick can’t see. It makes his brother turn away. He sees Jason’s mouth move but is unable to hear what is being said.
As quickly as he lost Jason’s attention, Dick gains it back again.
“The paramedics want to get under here,” Jason explains. “To make sure you’re fit to flip the car back, I think.”
Yeah, that makes sense. 
“You have to let go of my hand, now,” Jason tells him.
Oh. Yeah. Dick loosens his grip, which had grown quite tight without him noticing. 
“I’ll see you on the other side,” Jason says, moving to shuffle out from under the car again.
“Promise?” Dick can’t help himself.
Jason freezes his whole upper body out from under the car. He looks up at Dick again.
“I promise.”
Dick nods and lets Jason go. 
Jason is barely out before the paramedic is there, talking to him, and asking him all kinds of questions. 
Is he hurt? He doesn’t know. 
Does he remember? Some of it. If he tries really hard.
How's his neck? Sore. Okay, he thinks. Normal sore. Like he went a bit too hard in all the turns in the first race of the season.
Somehow he manages to get her to clear him for flipping the car back again.
After that, it’s a flurry of motion. Suddenly he’s upright again. The sky above him and the car under him. There’s smoke. The medics are on him straight away.
They’re extracting him. Not even letting him contemplate getting out himself. Carefully removing his helmet while someone holds onto his jaw. Fitting a neck brace on him, even if he’d confirmed no neck injury before they flipped the car. They’re strapping him to his car seat.
He's never been lifted out of the car like this. Only seen it done for practice. 
Quick and efficient the medics and marshalls work. Practiced a thousand times over for scenarios just like this. They move him from his seat to the compression blanket, to a stretcher. Wheeling him away and into an ambulance. 
“How are you doing, Grayson?” the medic from earlier asks, by his side as the ambulance takes off to the medical center. 
“Don’t send me to the hospital,” Dick rasps back. 
“I’ll take that as a positive sign,” the medic responds, “but we’ll let the medical center doctors be the judge of that.”
Not exactly the answer he wanted, but he’ll accept it. His head hurts too much to argue. 
“What’s your name?” he asks her. He’s seen her around before, at drills or in passing. He’s having difficulty focusing on her now though, the woman above him is just a red blob.
“Kory,” he hears her reply though, “Kory Anders.”
“Nice to meet you,” he tries to reply, but he's unsure if his words come out at all. There’s a shout, loud but somewhere he can’t place.
It all goes black, anyway.
-
Tim’s shaking. 
He can’t help it. The adrenaline from the race is still rushing through him. Now it's topped off with the fear of hearing Dick had crashed. That it had been a nasty one. The race was red-flagged. They were all sent to the pits. Gar, his radio engineer, had been short and weird over the radio as he called him in.
By the time they were exiting their cars, the scene had been replaying on the broadcast screen. It was the first thing he saw, after jumping out. The screens were right in his face. Showing images Tim couldn't fathom they were allowed to. Not so close after. Not when things were still so unsure. 
They show Jason, on the ground by the upside-down car. Moving to talk to Dick, Tim assumes. He hadn't even known Jason had gotten out of the car.
Then there's the worst: Dick, getting lifted out of the car. Too far away to show any faces, but close enough to see limp limbs and how the medics were rushing.
And the fucking replays of the crash itself. Over and over again.
Tim had felt angry. Angry and upset and scared. When he'd managed to force his eyes off the screen he’d managed to motion with his arms at the screen. Then he'd yelled at a camera before Bart had been there to drag him away.
And now he is stuck in the paddock. Waiting for anyone at all to give him any news. Sitting on a stupid plastic chair, not knowing if his brother is alive. Not knowing if he in 20 minutes has to jump back into the car and finish the race. The fucking FIA can't even decide that.
“Tim,” Conner is suddenly by his side. Still in his racing suit, just like Tim. “You okay?” the other driver asks, as Tim feels him sit down beside him.
“No,” Tim replies honestly. 
“I yelled at the media,” Conner confesses, like it’s a secret he can’t keep in any longer, “I- They just wanted a comment. I ignored that. Instead, I said how disgusted I was with the broadcasting. That it’d never been so disappointed..”
“Thanks,” Tim says. “I yelled too,” he adds. Because it’s true, and he doesn’t know what else to say.
“They’re all assholes,” Conner replies. “They’ll probably spin it in any cruel way they can.”
Tim breathes, long and slow. So does Conner, by his side.
“They never should’ve shown those fucking images, we don’t even know-”
“I know, Conner,” Tim interrupts. He can’t bear to hear it. 
“So no news?” his best friend questions. 
“No news,” Tim sighs. “Just that he was alive when they pulled him out.” 
“No news is good news, I supposed,” Conner says. It makes Tim snort.
“We both know that isn’t the case in our sport.”
His best friend doesn’t answer that. But he doesn’t leave either. Just joins Tim in the silence, ignoring the media doing everything they can to catch a glimpse of them. Of anyone.
"Do you think the race will start again?" Conner asks, then.
"Conner," Tim says. "Honestly, I have no idea." 
They both know he isn't just talking about finishing the race.
-
In the end, Dick escapes with a sprained wrist, bruised ribs, and a hell of a concussion. They tell him he was lucky. Dick isn’t sure. Most drivers nowadays walk away from their cars broken into multiple pieces without a scratch. Maybe at worst, a sore neck. 
But that doesn’t mean he isn’t thankful. Cause he is. He wants to live. 
He's at the hospital now, close to the track. He's pretty sure he would've ended up here anyway. Yet they tell him it's because he blacked out while they were driving him off the scene. The on-track doctors didn’t want to risk anything. 
He hadn’t been out for long, he woke up again right before they were loading him into the helicopter. 
“We had to skip the medical center,” Kory had said when she saw he was awake. He was grateful to see her familiar face. 
He’s never been flown like that, with the helicopter, before. A day of many firsts. Even if he knew accidents like this were a possibility, he never spent too much time actually thinking about it. He knows the risk and accepts it, but it doesn't mean he thinks about it. 
Apparently, it was the concussion. Paired with stress and low hydration, it caused the blackout. 
“So my brain isn’t about to like, leak out, or something?” he had asked the hospital doctor once they got him settled.
The doctor smiled, “No - no, your brain is still intact. Just got a bit of a wack.”
He isn’t sure that’s such a positive thing, but they don’t seem to be worried.
Bruce arrives not much later. By then Dick’s already had both his wrist and ribs wrapped, and gotten a precautionary MRI for his head. Also a thousand other tests. He has no idea what they're for.
His father arrives like he usually does. In a blaze of loud words and stress as Dick is settling back into bed after his scan.
“Dick,” he breathes more than says. Like he hadn’t actually believed Dick was okay before now.
“Hi,” he replies. 
Bruce has a chart in his hand, probably napped it out of some poor doctor's hands.
“You all caught up?” Dick asks, mentioning with his good hand to the chart. Bruce smiles a little at that, but it looks worn and tired.
“Yeah,” his father says, and drags a chair closer to Dick’s bed. “Alfred wanted to know too.”
“I’m sorry,” Dick says, even if he still is unsure of what really happened. 
He does remember, however, how hard he was pushing. Taking every corner with everything he had. He'd been pressing Jason in front of him for all that he had. He remembers Wally, telling him, yelling, about tyre pressures and sliding and close calls.
“Don’t be. It.. it was the curbs. They.. were too damn high. Just like we tried to tell them.” Bruce says, and Dick can see that the older is trying to reign in his anger. Those poor track officials. There's gonna be one hefty discussion about the track after this.
Still, it's weird that Bruce is so quick to pin it on the track. He usually isn't afraid to comment on Dick's driving mistakes. Or anyone else's, for the matter.
“I was pushing very hard too though,” Dick says, unsure of why he’s even defending the track. Not letting it go. “I wanted to win.” 
“It was.. risky,” Bruce ends up replying, “but let’s not... Let’s not delve into that now.” 
So they will later, Dick thinks. Bruce has gotten better. Better at containing his emotions, and his lessons, for the right time and right place. It has helped, raising multiple kids, Dick suspects. Still, Bruce isn’t a man you cross or a man you disappoint, without feeling it in the aftermath.
Yet he isn't always the best in an emotional situation like this either. Maybe that's it. Maybe today's emotions are too much compared to Bruce's anger at Dick's risky driving.
“How’s Tim?” Dick asks, familiar with his little brothers' worry from smaller accidents. On top of that, he's also familiar with how Bruce's mind can work. Getting so focused on one thing he forgets everything else.
“Worried,” Bruce says. “He uh- he was angry at the media. Yelled at the camera.”
Now, that is something to worry about. Tim is usually calm and collected, even if he’s a little anxious and prone to fall into deeper pits. He doesn't lose his anger like that. 
“Shit,” Dick starts, but Bruce isn’t finished.
“Actually, he wasn’t the only one.” For a second, Dick fears Bruce lost it too. That all the news channels are gonna play Bruce Wayne losing his mind over and over again. That they're going to be up to their neck in media work the rest of the season.
“Conner Kent had... Quite a few words for the media too. And your old friend Harper too. Even harsher, actually. He’s always had a bit of a potty mouth that one.”
Dick can’t be bothered to tell Bruce that he and Roy aren't close anymore. That Roy somehow chose Jason in a choice Dick wasn’t even aware had to be made. It’s touching though, that Harper apparently talked to the media.
“What- what did they say?” Dick’s surprised there’s such an outrage.
“The media showed scenes from the accident and replays before we could release anything on your condition. It was already playing as the drivers got out of their cars at the red flag, it... was the first thing many of them saw.”
“That’s... irresponsible,” is all Dick manages to say. He imagines his colleagues piling into the pits, full of adrenaline with pits in their stomachs. That is a feeling he knows.
Stepping out of their cars only to see the accidents replaying, maybe scenes of the aftermath... That must have been terrifying. He then thinks about Alfred, at home. Watching the broadcast. 
An anger blossoms in him, too.
Bruce nods, in agreement. “Both Roy and Conner talked to the media shortly after. Full of adrenaline. Showing their disappointment in how it was handled, said they were disgusted.”
Dick feels overwhelmed by the support of his colleagues, especially since it isn't from two he talks to a lot. Conner is Tim’s best friend, but still. They didn’t have to do that. The emotions in the paddock must have been heavy, and the accident must have looked bad. 
It churns in Dick’s gut, and he’s actually happy he hasn’t had to see it himself yet. 
There’s still a thing he and Bruce haven’t spoken about, and it's going to be painful. But Dick has to ask.
“And Jason? I took him out, right?” the words come fast, almost all strung together, “he was there. Afterward.”
Bruce nods, again. 
“Yeah, when your car launched off the curb it was close enough to tag Jason. Pushed him into the gravel, where his race ended. First, he was mad. Yelling over the radio. Then he realized..,” Bruce trails off. When Dick looks up at his dad’s face, Bruce’s eyes look far away. His mouth is in a thin line. “He jumped out of the car. Ran over to you. He wasn’t supposed to do that.”
Yet Jason did. They’re supposed to stay in the cars until given the all-clear if there isn’t an emergency. Any real danger. Fuck, the crash must have looked bad if it made Jason that worried. 
He’d looked worried too, Dick recalls, when he’d crawled under Dick’s car. Even if his time hanging upside down in the car is a bit of a blur, Dick remembers Jason’s face.
Jason, who Dick has barely spoken to all season. Jason, who he might have squared a little bit up with as the races have gone past. Jason, who still is his little brother but also isn’t anymore.
Jason who had promised Dick he would be there, in the aftermath. Like he meant it. 
“Tim’s on his way,” Bruce is the one who breaks the silence first. He’s pulled up his phone, Dick realizes, probably answering messages. “He was a real trooper and gave a short interview. Just to show the fans you're alright.” 
A real trooper, huh. Dick’s not sure about how he feels about his little brother taking on media duties. But then again, if Tim said yes... 
He takes Bruce’s change of subject for what it is: the end of their talk about Jason. That doesn’t mean he can’t push Bruce some more.
“So, you think I’ll be ready to race in two weeks?” He asks, already feeling his well-practiced shit-eating grin take over his face. Bruce sighs, loudly and tired, but Dick can see how the corner of his mouth is pulling upwards. 
So maybe they avoid talking about Jason anymore. And avoid talking about how bad that crash could’ve been. Instead, they argue about racing, free practices, and cars. Maybe that isn’t exactly healthy coping, but they’ve never been about that. 
He knows Tim will force him to see their psychiatrist. Probably try to get Bruce to go too, sooner rather than later. But now? Right now, he can sit with his dad and argue. Make fun of him.
All of that while continuing to avoid thinking about how the sport he loves almost killed him.
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queent365 · 1 year
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Just a shortish story I worked on a while ago its called "The Closet"
Let me know what you think, I hope you enjoy it!
CAUTION: Implications of abuse.
The first thing I notice is darkness, complete darkness, I can barely see a thing. I feel around trying to make sense of my surroundings, it’s soft, then rough. Clothes I think as it clicked, I’m in a closet. I feel around some more, and as my hands finally find the door I hear footsteps, loud and fast coming, coming right toward me. A sinking feeling hits my stomach, a thump-thump-thump-thump grows louder and louder in my ears I try to breathe to slow my heartbeat as tears stream down my face. I’m crying, why? “No, he can’t find me” the words leave my mouth unexpectedly. Out of control as if my body has a mind of its own I quickly crawled away from the door, retreating into a fetal position. What is going on? “Don’t let him find me please Lord, please” my voice whispering over and over faster and faster a silent prayer as the footsteps grew louder and louder, all of a sudden the door is yanked open, a blood curdling “NOOOOOO!!” escapes my lips as strong arms shoots out towards me.  
“NOOO” I shout jolting awake, my heart still loud in my ears. Suddenly a wave of nausea and a throbbing pain hits me like a train, I gag and scramble out of bed towards the bathroom silently praying I would reach the toilet on time, fortunately, I make it as the contents of last night leave my system leaving me with a dry mouth. I lean my head on my arm and flushed the toilet watching the yucky chunks flow down the toilet. I stay like that for a moment recalling the dream I had, the same dream I’ve been getting for almost 6 years. I usually fight sleep by doing any and everything to avoid dreaming, to no avail of course. I still dream. I dream of those hands the ones meant to hold me, to keep me safe, to love me. Those hands ended up being the ones that grab at me, peal my skin, gnaw my soul, and throw me around without thought, without care, and without remorse. 
That's when I feel it, the walls, the darkness coming closer, tighter. My chest squeezes in pain, and It's suddenly hard to breathe, the walls close in more on me. I can see the darkness of that closet, the place I thought would keep me safe. Nowhere could keep me safe. I close my eyes and grab hold of the toilet, a constant never moving even as my head is reeling. I need to come back, so I yield myself to breathe. It's hard like I’ve been underwater for too long and the weight is crushing me disallowing anything from being released. I breathe in 1….thump thump thump, out. in 2….thump thump thump, out. In 3…. thump thump thump. The weight is lighter, and my breathing is normal again. I open my eyes the walls are as they should be, I start to breathe a sigh of relief when out of the corner of my eyes I see it again. The darkness. It will never leave, as long as that closet exists so will the darkness that comes with it.
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toutallyahoe · 3 years
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Ohh you definitely have to watch it, it's great!! And i also have a hunch that you'll absolutely love Klaus✧(。•̀ᴗ-)✧
will do bud, just lemme finish some of the series and ill check it out
and lmao, aight, ill heed you on that one 🤭🤭
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opalesense · 3 years
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How would the genshin Bois, zhongli, childe, diluc and kaeya react to a fem traveller stuck in a wall after a harsh battle, they'll help her get out right?...right?
a sight to behold
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zhongli, childe, diluc, kaeya & f!reader (NSFW-ish)
1.9k words • ~13 min. read
warnings: just a lot of teasing & dirty thoughts
notes: i was practically rubbing my hands together with evil intentions when i saw this request but i’ll spare the graphic details for another time, otherwise this will be extremely long!! also i wrote them separately here BUT i wouldn’t be opposed if someone requested them to be grouped together instead... anyway, i hope you enjoy this!! >:)
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THE WIDELY FEARED PRIMO GEOVISHAP was certainly a sight to behold from above. You quickly understood why so many people often avoided interacting with this beast – it was intimidating even while it slept soundly, its loud snores echoing throughout the cavern despite being so far down. As you stood on the platform above its sleeping form, you studied its details, noticing the element it possessed and strategizing your combat plan quickly, thankful that you could manipulate an element that targetted its weakness. Once you made up your mind, you let out a huff as you took a leap of faith down, letting your glider save you at the last second before you could actually make contact with the ground.
 Your companion followed behind swiftly, the two of you moving gently around the walls of the cavern, careful not to wake the beast from its slumber. In a low whisper, you began to describe your strategy to your partner, but alas, the beast suddenly awoke and interrupted your planning with a ear splitting roar.
 Without a second thought, the two of you dashed to the creature, loosely following the details of the plan you had based on what you were able to say before you got interrupted. The battle was fine at first, but you soon realized how out of sync the two of you became as the fight progressed. Your elemental reactions were getting poorly timed, and it was difficult to keep an eye on each other’s movements with the beast constantly thrashing about and blocking communication.
 In normal circumstances, the two of you excelled in combat together without needing any other support. Maybe it was bad luck, or maybe you bit off more than you could chew this time, but you noticed you were getting knocked around easier than usual. Things were obviously not going your way and you had to think of a solution fast.
 But before you knew it, your distraction with your own thoughts got the best of you. One single swipe of the geovishap’s tail sent you flying across the cavern towards the opposite wall then tumbling on the ragged, rocky edges of floor, certainly leaving cuts and bruises for later. To make matters worse, one more aggressive roar from the beast shook the walls of cavern enough to send chunks of rock tumbling down towards your injured body. Unable to form coherent thoughts, you knew you didn’t have the strength to escape the avalanche. Instead, all you could do was lay there, helpless and bracing for impact, praying to the Archons that you can be saved.
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zhongli
 Zhongli made quick work of the beast, using his shield to deliver an extremely effective counter attack and finishing it once and for all. The creature wailed in pain in its dying moments before disintegrating into dust. He expected to see your face on the other side but alas, you were nowhere to be seen.
 “[Y/N]?” his face tensed as he tried to think of where you could have disappeared to. As his eyes darted around the cavern, he immediately noticed a tiny speck of color amongst the rocks on the wall that resembled your clothing. He quickly sprinted towards you, lifting some of the boulders off of you effortlessly using his geo manipulation.
 He began to subconsciously slow down once he saw the way you were displayed in front of him. Your legs were propped up slightly from the rocks underneath you that caved in from the impact. The way your hips curved up caused your skirt to fold back onto you, leaving you completely exposed under his gaze.
 Ungodly thoughts began to race across Zhongli’s mind. He couldn’t help but slowly undress you in his mind, thinking about all the things he could do to you in this moment of vulnerability.
You poor thing... If only we were not in such a potential dire circumstance of life or death, what would stop me from keeping these rocks on top of you, grabbing those hips, and pressing myself against you? It would be the perfect opportunity to keep you still while I have my way with you... Perhaps I should check to see if you’re okay first, and maybe I can trap you with these rocks myself instead. Certainly I could even lift you in a better position for a better fit...
“Stay with me, [Y/N],” Zhongli snapped out of his fantasy and continued to lift the boulders off of you, wondering if he should really go through with his urges. “You will be okay...”
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 Childe had noticed you fly across the cavern in the corner of his eye, and watching you land on the floor at such a fierce impact only fueled him to keep fighting. In a fit of a rage and frustration, he summoned his dual blades and quickly turned the tides of the battle towards his favor. He didn’t even need to watch the beast die to know it was dead within seconds, and after his final blow he quickly dashed towards where you landed only to find out you had been crushed by more rocks.
 He let out another yell of frustration, grabbing the boulders one by one and pushing them off of you. “[Y/N]? Can you hear me?”
 “I’m fine, just get these off of me!” you managed to call out from underneath the pile. Relieved that you were alive and well, he managed to push most of the boulders off but hesitated once he got a good look at the way you were laid out in front of him.
 With your legs dangling off the edge of the pile, your ass was comedically exposed towards him, the rest of your upper half still trapped within the remains of the avalanche. Funnily enough, the hem of your skirt had even got trapped above your hips that you were completely exposed, causing Childe to grin evilly.
 “Well, well, well,” he slowly walked over to you and placed a gloved hand on your bare cheek, still slightly out of breath from the heavy lifting. He gave a gentle squeeze, eliciting a gasp from you. “Is this my reward for helping you? If so, I’ll gladly take it now...”
 “Did you forget that I’m stuck? What if I’m badly injured?!”
 “In that case, I’m sure I can make all the pain go away and replace it with pleasure instead,” he gave one final squeeze and chuckled before walking away to grab another boulder. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding... But once you’re out, don’t expect all this help to come for free, you know.”
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 Diluc watched you tumble across the floor with panicked eyes, immediately worrying about your safety but not letting that distract him from the task at hand. In the heat of the moment under the influence of rage and anxiety, he summoned his pyro manipulation to set his claymore ablaze and deliver multiple final blows to the creature, smashing its figure into bits. The beast cried in its final moments and when he was sure it was dead, he dropped his sword as he sprinted towards you.
 Pure panic settled in once he saw you had been crushed underneath the pile of rocks. He pushed himself to run faster, feeling tears form in the corners of his eyes but ignoring it. He didn’t want to lose you – not this easily.
 “[Y/N]!” he called out once he reached the site, “Can you hear me?”
 “I’m here, Diluc. I’m fine,” you reassured him. He deeply sighed in relief as he began to push the boulders off of you. Thank Barbatos you were alive and well! He shook the thought of you being fatally injured away from the forefront of his mind to focus on getting you out of this mess, using his strength to his advantage. But after a few rocks were pushed off of you, his eyes widened at the sight of you, a sight he will never forget.
 While your legs and upper body were still trapped underneath the pile, the first thing Diluc revealed was your ass, exposed by your skirt that was coincidentally trapped above your hips. Your thighs were pinned together, rubbing gently as you squirmed in the rubbish, trying to wiggle your way out. Or at least, he wanted to believe you were wiggling for the sole purpose of getting out, and not to tease him.
 With a nervous gulp, he averted his eyes away from you and resumed his work on the boulders. His mind couldn’t help but drift away into sinful corners, though. He envisioned the way he could firmly grab your thighs, pull down your underwear and...
 “Don’t scare me like that again,” he took a more lighthearted tone to cover up his urges, “I thought you were surely dead.”
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 After briefly witnessing you get thrown across the cavern, Kaeya managed to finally stab the beast in such a precise weakness point, making it wail in pain until it slowly withered away in its dying moments. He took no time at all to rush over to you, sprinting faster once he saw that you had been crushed by an avalanche.
 “[Y/N], talk to me,” he subtly asked for reassurance that you were still alive as he began to analyze the situation and pinpoint exactly where you were in all this rubbish.
 “I’m okay,” you weakly muttered with a grin, glad that he had come to your rescue, “Just a little bruised, that’s all.”
 Following the trail of your voice, he put his mind to work. He started to strategically push certain rocks so that others would naturally fall off of you without him needing to lift too much. After awhile, he began to spot one of your arms, then your other arm, and with each rock tumbling down he soon revealed the full picture.
 Or at least, a fraction of the full picture.
 He was relieved to see that you had wrapped your arms around your head for protection before the crash, avoiding what would have been an extremely dangerous injury. With your entire body from the chest down still trapped, you felt the need to stretch out your arms in the newly freed space and take a deep breath, glad to finally have some fresh air. “Good morning,” you joked on your bed of rocks.
 Even though he certainly felt some relief, he couldn’t fight the urge to tease you as he cooed over the sight of you so helpless underneath him. With an evil smirk, he pulled out one of the rocks that was supporting your neck, leaving your head hanging off the edge and eliciting a gasp from you. Before you could protest, he propped himself up against the wall with one arm, his body hovering over you and his crotch just inches away from your face.
 “Look at that pretty mouth of yours... You tempt me even in the most dire situations, sweetheart,” he let his free hand run slender fingers across your scalp, slowly massaging you. “Now that I think about it, I do deserve a prize for saving you, don’t I?”
 “Quit running your mouth and just help me get out of here,” you scolded him jokingly. He laughed and shook his head dismissively as he walked away to get back to work, fighting that strong urge to use your throat in such a vulnerable state.
 “If you say so, sweetheart. Maybe some other time.”
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dmc-tings · 3 years
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The Lord's with an S/O (who just found out about their powers)
Alcina Dimitrescu
Noice 👌🏾
But what did you do for this woman to spare you?
She's like... the biggest man hater anywhere
So... if your a guy, you are lucky boi (or if you identify as a guy)
Or perhaps your a lucky lady?
I feel like she won't discriminate if she feels like your important to her
But for whatever reason she CHOSE YOU
So take that as a win
Sure, she's a vampire and has to eat people
Which was something you didn't know
But she doesn't eat in front of you
Even lying to the point of telling you she's drinking wine
You get curious, of course
So when she leaves to "take care of business", you look onto her glass or cup
You see red
"Ok... but it dont smell like wine..."
You take a sip, only to spit it out right away
Retching with disgust, you tasted blood
Your not an idiot, at least not fully anyways
Alcina rushed back, hearing you gag, thinking one of her daughters were bothering you
Only to see the sight in front of her
You looked at her in fear
Which hurt the tall woman's non beating (?) heart
You backed into a corner, thinking the worst
Looking for a makeshift weapon, you grabbed a spoon
To which made the Lady shake her head
"Love, you know I wouldn't-"
"Your a damned liar!!" You barked weakly, "W-what the fuck are you!?"
She sat calmly in the chair in front of you, gesturing for you to take a seat as well
You hesitated, but did comply, not letting go of your weapon (the spoon)
She huffed sadly, normally this behavior would have sent her into a rageful fit
But this is YOU we're talking about
Her little muse, the only mortal that makes her truly happy
"My Love, please calm down."
When you showed no sign of relaxing, Alcina took her glass in her hand, swirling the blood
Then takes a small sip, and lighting a cigarette
She offers you one
You cringe, and with that she pulls back again
After taking a puff, she begins to explain
Mother Miranda, the other Lord's, the creation of her daughter's, the Village, and everything else, prior to your showing up
After she finishes, you lower your loyal spoon
Drinking in all of the information
You looked up at her
"So that's why your so keen in keeping the girls away from me..."
The large woman nodded, looking at you
You bit your lip, but let go of your spoon, placing it back into the table
Alcina looked at you, watching you relax
You nodded a calm understanding
"Well seeing as I know what's going on now... is Mother Miranda going to-"
The Lady Dimitrescu, shook her head
"She has allowed for me to keep you. As long as you only stay in the castle... seeing as that the village is too dangerous. And I don't want you mixed up with the rif-raf."
You smiled and sat in her lap, (cause you can do that) and planted a kiss on her cold cheek
She let out a pleased humm, and returned the kiss
"Just... next time, if you choose a weapon, Love, make sure it has a SHARP end."
Salvatore Moreau
You had known Moreau since before Mother Miranda made an impact on his life
You saw less and less of your significant other
He would disappear and cut your alone time short, whenever the woman called
You were saddened when he finally told you that you couldn't see him anymore
But that's didn't stop him from speaking to you through whatever door, that separated you both
He didn't keep you locked up, but he would lock whatever door was between you
So you couldn't see the monstrous transformation, causing him pain
All you knew is that his voice was becoming more and more disgruntled
As said, you knew Salvatore before this
He was a handsome and intelligent man (despite what's written in Miranda's notes)
And to hear your man become... so in thralled by this other woman, made you suspicious
One day, you both were speaking, with a door between you, as usual
Unbeknownst to Salvatore, you were picking the lock
Eagar to see him
He never noticed the change in your tone, when you got it unlocked, nor the click of the lock
Shoving the door open, and pushing Salvatore back
The male let out a yelp, trying to rush in to the nearby darkness
You stepped through the threshold, eyes blazing and searching
You scanned the room and finally landed on a heap of a shivering... beast?
"Moreau? Is... is that you?" You crept closer, and gently put a hand on his back
"D-dont look at m-me...." he shivered, trying to hide himself
Horrified, you took his face on your hands
"I-is this... the work o-of-"
He cut you off, "Do-dont. Mother loves me... she does... I know she does..."
You felt tears pour down your face
You couldn't bring yourself to speak
That vile woman, had destroyed your dear Moreau
The man you knew and loved was beaten and broken into this sobing heap before you
He looked at you, and reached up to wipe your tears
"Oh... please don't cry... thi-this is her will..."
You shook your head, "what kind of will is this, Salvatore? To turn you-"
He pulled away from you, snarling, "I KNEW YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND!!! Mother loves me, and i-"
You slapped him, your tears stopping, "What kind of man have you become?!"
Disgusted, not with his appearance, but his sniveling attitude
You left
But... not unaffected by what happened to the man you cared about
You left... everything behind, the Village, your family...
Salvatore Moreau never left your thoughts and you never left his
It was a bittersweet life, but you were glad to leave what was happening behind
Angie and Donna Beneviento
These two kept you in their estate
Though Donna hid Angie from you, worried that you wouldn't understand the need for her doll
She also kept the pollen from her plants away from you
You were the first person Donna could talk to, without her illness bothering her
No need for Angie!? And this person don't care!?
Fucking Jackpot!!!
Though Angie does get a bit upset that she don't get to see you
That's about to change
You and Donna where sitting in the backroom, overlooking the waterfall
Enjoying an afternoon tea
"Dear? How are you feeling today?"
Donna looked at you, taking your hand in her's giving you a smile
"I am well." She reassured you, giving your hand a squeeze
Then you sneezed, surprised cause your allergies hadn't started up, due to the lack of pollen
And the abundance of snow and cold
Donna gasped, looking over her shoulder
"Angie, n-"
Angie revealed herself, giggling and plopping herself in your lap
You froze, "A-a doll? Donna... is this a gift?"
You never really liked or disliked dolls
Angie gave another giggle, "No, stupid! I'm Angie. Donna's most favorite doll. And a friend."
Your eyes widened at the living doll, "Uh... im-"
"I know who you are!!" She floated infront of you now
"And we like you!"
Donna was quiet, not surprisingly, but you reached out for her
She gently took your hand in her's
"Donna. Tell me whats going on. Please."
Donna nodded, quietly starting to explain.
The gifts from Mother Miranda, the plants, the pollen and finally Angie
You looked at the floating doll, who was nodding her head along, with Donna's words
Then finally, you pulled Donna closer to your side
"You don't ever have to hide things from me. I never had a problem with the other ways that you cope, Donna."
Your encouraging words sent the woman into tears of joy
She buried her face in your chest
You smiled at Angie, who patted you on the forehead
Karl Heisenberg
You sat in the smaller, (safer) part of his factory
It was a part he had built to keep you safe
From what?
You had asked Karl several times, on different occasions, what was he building
"Its none of your concern." He waved a hand dismissively, "Whats for dinner?"
You always had huffed out whatever meal you made for the pair of you
Karl was always one of three places: meeting his "family", in the factory, or right next to you
The "family" was always thrown into air quotes
You knew he disliked his "family"
He announced his leaving out again, not telling you where
But leaving nonetheless, as usual you waved him off
But today was different, you WERE going to see what the hell was in that factory
Not paying attention to the warnings he gave you, you made your way down
Once at an elevator, you pressed the button
It came up and you were met with a large, large portly man
"Why if it isn't Heisenberg's little kitten."
Shocked you jumped back a bit, but then inched your way inside
"Its alright. I mean you no harm. Come, come."
You stood next to him, "Uh... who are you?"
"You may call me The Duke." He hummed, "But what are you doing here? Don't you know it's dangerous to play here?"
You lifted your chin, "I can handle myself. Thank you."
The Duke gave a small laugh, as you pulled the switch, but didn't speak again
Hitting the bottom floor, you disembarked, waving goodbye
You noticed a door and pushed through
Only to be met with a metal drill nearly splitting your face in two
With a strangled yelp, you lept backwards
"HOLY SHIT!!! WHAT THE HELL-"
"Who's in my damned- KITTEN!?"
You heard Heisenberg's voice above you and looked around frantic
"Karl! What-"
You didn't get to finish, the same monster came at you again
Dodging to the side, only barely missing getting drilled
Running in to the labyrinth, you were soon cornered
You shook with fear, hearing more monsters come after you
Closing your eyes, waiting for the blows to take you to the Great beyond
Your waiting was cut shirt hearing a series of clang's
You moved your hands and opened your eyes
Seeing Karl, standing in front of you shoving all the monsters back...
But he wasn't touching them....
"What... how-"
"Dont just sit on your ass, get up!" He barked, grabbing your arm and pulling you behind him
Once back in the safe zone, you slapped him, breathing heavily
He took it, it was a well deserved slap
"E-explain yourself!"
He sat heavily down, telling you everything.
The reason for the factory, the monsters in it, his powers, Miranda's plan, even pouring out his emotions about it all
You finally understood and took his hands in yours, kneeling down infront of him
"You idiot. All you had to do was talk to me. Not be a "big tough guy" about it."
You kissed his rough hands
And he chuckled at you
"Always understanding. Thanks Kitten."
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dr4cking · 3 years
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I could request a smut with draco post war, where he and his wife (reader) have tried to have sex but their young children always interrupt them in some way, so they give it to cissy to take care of so they can have privacy. Thank you and only if you feel comfortable writing this request😊😊
Interruption.
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draco malfoy x reader | smut | anon requested.
a/n : hi! thank you for requesting! this one is a really cute idea 😂💞
draco twisted the doorknob entering the house with his sleeping 5 year old son on his hips, the familiar scent tickling his nose as he step into their house, a smile crept up to his face as he sees the mother of his kid busying herself in the kitchen.
“hi dray, he’s asleep?” y/n whispers, walking to her husband, examining their son and she smiles as she sees her son sleeping peacefully resting his head on his father’s shoulder.
“he is, love. i think he got exhausted after playing all day in the park, lemme put this little guy on his bed first okay?” draco said as he kisses her forehead before heading into his son’s bedroom.
draco put scorpius carefully on his bed, pulling the cover up to his small body, he chuckles internally as he watched that scorpius is a spitting image of him. he left a kiss on his forehead as he closed the door quietly then head downstairs going back to his wife.
“hey, how’s your day? i miss you so much, love” draco put his hand around y/n’s waist startling her, he buried his face onto the crook of her neck inhaling his favorite scent making her giggles.
“i miss you too, dray. its been lovely, how about you hmm? did you have fun with our little guy?” y/n said not turning back as she still chopping the carrots.
“we did but he kinda took out all of my energy, you know what that means, right?” draco smirked as he pressed her back closer to his chest, his hands started to groping around her body.
“d-draco scorpius is s-sleeping” y/n said between her moans as her husband pressed her ass against his crotch and rubbing it behind her, she gripped the knife harder.
“then we’ll have to be quiet” he turns her around pushing her back against the table carefully, quickly catching her lips on his, kissing his wife hungrily moaning instantly into the kiss. she broke the kiss to catch some breath.
“f-fuck y/n” draco let out a whispered moan into her ear as he starts grinding his boner on her core, y/n throw her head back in pleasure feeling butterflies errupted in her stomach as he starts to trailing kisses down on her neck and still grinding on her.
“god its been so long since the last time, baby. i cant believe we managed to last that long” y/n chuckles at his words but turns into a hitched moan as draco pulled down the straps of her dress and latching his lips onto her nipple sucking on it, she interlocked her hand with his hair.
“no bra, yeah? as if you know you were gonna get fucked” y/n bites down her bottom lip, her eyes never leaving her husband who started to go down kissing her stomach, she gets more excited as he lifts up the bottom of her dress and kissing her inner thighs.
“d-draco please-” y/n hooked one of her leg onto his shoulder as he pushes her panties aside, he was about to gives all her craving but-
“mommy, daddy!” both of them froze as they heard a small footsteps approaching them, they quickly redressing themselves and act normal as their son run to y/n, hugging her leg.
“whats wrong baby?” y/n asked worriedly as she gets down on his level, patting his head.
“i’m having a nightmare mommy” she places soft kisses to all over his face to calm him down then she looks at draco who still held the frustation on his face, she wanted to laugh but she remember that her baby needs her right now.
“c’mon daddy lets put scorpius back in his room” y/n teasingly said running her fingers on his cheek, draco clenched his jaw gritting his teeth as he realizes what his wife playing at.
“you’re gonna regret that, babygirl” draco whispers into her ear as she walking the three of them to scorpius’s bedroom, he walked behind her and squeezing her ass, he smirks when he heard her gasped.
after an hour of reading scorpius a book, telling him a story, he finally gets back into his sleep but y/n and draco are too tired to continuing what they were about to do in the kitchen.
y/n look up to her husband who already staring at her, her mouth agape as she watches draco mouthed “i’m still horny” to her. holding out her laughter she shook her head.
“not now draco, we almost get caught by our son” y/n said quietly cant help but chuckles lowly when she sees draco whining and rubbing his face in frustration.
>>>>>
the next day comes, draco was sitting on his chair working through something, a quill on his hand and a parchment in front of him. then he heard rustling behind him, he turns around to find his beloved wife, only in a towel.
y/n gives him a wink and motioning him to come over making draco gulped, he made his way to her as fast as possible then pulling her closer by her waist, his lips immediately founding hers, his hand goes to unwrap the towel and it falls down onto the floor.
draco let out a grunts as he sees y/n’s exposed body he was getting hard by the seconds, he grabbed her by her thighs and placed her on his desk. his hands roaming around her body.
y/n moans softly when she feels draco sucking on her nipple, his hand playing with the other and his free hand rubbing her clit collecting the wetness, he brought his fingers into his mouth sucking it hungrily making y/n whimpers at his action. draco was about to pulls down his sweatpants until he heard a soft knocks on the door, he groaned in frustration.
“mommy, daddy? i’m so bored, can we go get an ice cream?” scorpius yelled behind the door making draco frustrated more.
y/n melted at her son’s voice, quickly getting a piece of clothes and putting it on, draco look at her in disbelief.
“are you serious, y/n?” draco loves his son so much but he always had a bad timing.
“draco he wants to get an ice cream, i cant say no to him, later okay? now c’mon” y/n chuckles at his pouted face, she kisses the tip of his nose and leading him with her to approaching their child.
after hours taking a walk and getting an ice cream per their son’s wishes, they go back to the house.
draco took a seat on the couch in their living room reading daily prophet while his wife and his kid starts to playing together in front of him, enjoying their day off but suddenly an owl barging into the house making the three of them turning their heads at it. draco raised his eyebrows in confusion as he takes the letter from the owl.
y/n rose up from the floor wanting to see who was sending them a letter, scorpius still unbothered playing with his toys.
“oh its from mother” draco said as he opened the enveloped.
Dear Draco & Y/n,
How are you? I havent heard anything about the three of you, I sent this letter to tell you both that Lucius & I missed our grandchild so much, I was hoping that he could stay for a little bit in the Manor, we wanted to spend some time with him. I wish you all healthiness as always.
Narcissa.
“perfect.” draco smirked as he finishes reading his mothers’ letter looking up to his wife with a sly grin making her blush.
“scorp?” he called out his son smiling at him as scorpius turning his head to listen to his father.
“do you want to stay with your grandmother and grandfather? they said they missed you and will be happy if you’re staying with them for awhile.”
“really? of course yes dad!! i missed them so much, mommy please pack my stuff” scorpius shouted happily, jumping around with his toy in his hand making his parents laugh at their boy’s cuteness.
in the evening, draco, y/n and scorpius apparated to the Malfoy Manor. lucius and narcissa already waiting at the front door welcoming the little family happily. scorpius runs to his grandmother and she picked him up kissing his cheeks.
“draco, y/n aren’t you staying too?” lucius asked as he watched the couple didnt go inside with them.
“uh father actually we were kinda busy- the work is stuffing up our faces.. but thank you for willing to take care of scorpius” draco nervously said as lucius looked at them in confusion but after connecting the dots together, he nods giving his son a smirk.
“sure sure, have fun you two” y/n widen her eyes but quickly laughed it off, the pair blushing madly because of draco’s father words but draco hurriedly takes her hand in his and apparating back to their house saving them from embarrassment.
as they appeared back in their house draco opened the door and shoving his wife inside kicking the door behind them as he pushed y/n against it.
“woah woah slow down draco” y/n laughs at her husband aggressiveness but interrupted by his lips capturing hers, she returns the kiss with the same passion, moans slipped off of her as draco undressing both of them.
“fuck- i cant take it anymore baby wanna take you right here right now” draco places wet kisses on her neck, marking every inch of her skin. he slowly get down after he finished assaulting her neck, continuing what he was doing yesterday, but now without any interruptions.
“draco.. oh- fuck” y/n couldnt control her moans anymore as draco drowned his head between her thighs eating her out making his wife squirming and scratching on the door.
draco let out a hum at the taste of her, he was hungry he eats her out like a starved men, its not only for her but for his pleasure too. y/n’s moan ringing in his ear filling the house making he gets more hungrier, he inserts his fingers into her thrusting and curling them inside of her making her body shake, his tongue skillfully playing with her clit.
“oh my god draco.. i-im so close!” y/n warned him, she was closer than she thought, after she said that she felt her orgasm snapped through her body, a loud moan of her husband’s name escaped her lips, it feels too good.
“fuck i missed this, babygirl. taste so fucking delicious.” draco hummed as he lapping up her juices closing his eyes at the taste, he was longing for it.
draco stand up after he finished, looking at y/n who was still catching her breath, he chuckles deeply before reconnecting their lips, shoving his tongue down her throat letting her taste herself, he squeezes her ass giving it a few slaps before placing one of her legs on his waist and he starts to lining his cock on her glistening cunt. whimpers and begging came out from her mouth.
“h-holyfuck y/n feels so good” draco groans as he bottomed fully inside her letting her adjust for a second before picking up his pace, he starts to rocked in and out of her, her walls clenching and squeezing hard around him making it impossible for him to last longer.
y/n’s body bouncing up and down uncontrollably against the door, all she cares now was getting her high again and feeling her husband’s cum filling her up. she rolled her hips fucking him back, loud moan left her lips as the head of his brushing her spot, draco took a notice and pounding harder into thek spot making her seeing the stars.
“fuck fuck fuck y/n im gonna fucking come if you keep doing that.” draco wrapped both of her legs on his waist the new angle making his cock going deeper inside her, he screams her name as y/n starts to pulsing around him signaling she was close, he sneaked one of his hand and rubbed a small circle on her clit making her body jolted out at the double pleasure.
“yes- yes.. oh my god im cumming daddy!” y/n doesnt care about her words anymore as she lets her second orgasms washed over her- wait no she’s.. she just squirted all over draco.
“holy shit! that was so fucking hot.. gonna give you all of my cum until you carry my second child.. f-fuck y/n take all of me!” draco screams her name out loud as he stilled, shooting all of his semen into his wife filling her womb non stop until some of it dripped out of her but he quickly pushing it back inside not letting it go to waste.
draco is still inside her, both of their bodies shaking from their intense orgasms. y/n look up to him, sweats running on his forehead, his blonde hair messy, mouth hung open to steadying his breath, he looks like a god.
they continue their activities for a whole days, now without interruptions. rounds after rounds, on the couch, on the desk, against the walls, in their room, in the bathroom, basically everywhere in their house, it was like they were making up for the lost times.
and a month after, lucius and narcissa were given a news, that draco and y/n are expecting their second child.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
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A/n: I'm low-key terrified because I never wrote anything like this before... 🥺 so I hope it doesn't suck? Thanks for the request @hommoturttle I hope its ok!
Summary: just sex. And breeding kink. SMUT 1.6K
Warnings: smut, some dirty talk, the tiniest bit of degradation, breeding kink obvi and some possessive Bucky. 18+ please!! (also idk about you but this gif does ✨things✨ to me - like.. Mr Barnes, stick whatever you want wherever you wantksksksk ok I'm done 🥲)
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It would happen after a mission that you went on without him. No matter how used he is to going away and putting himself in danger, his brain refuses to accept that that's your job too. He gets crazy worried, sweats through most of the nights that you're not there to sleep on his chest, snaps at everyone that tells him to calm down, and counts the days until you're back. He's usually able to stand the distance, but not in these scenarios. He always ends up missing you like you've been gone for months, but the way the night you're back unfolds, makes up for everything.
No amount of cuddling, sweet nothings or showers together could possibly make up for the time away like the frantic rounds of sex you always go through as soon as you get back do. And it's always the same, he's on top of you, hovering above your body as his eyes never leave your frame. He wants to see every detail, every inch of your face, every feature that he loves so much. 
It starts crazy and it ends even more so. Foreplay is long forgotten, everything you get is him throwing you on the bed and ripping every piece of clothing that stands in his way. And it's more than enough, the pure need and hunger in his manic blue eyes, has the power to drive you insane in record time.
You're a squirming, wet and needy mess by the time he has you naked on his bed, hands clawing up to him. "Come on, Bucky, I need you"
And it drives him up the walls too. He hates the belt that slows him down, and his shirts never make it out intact. 
Biting down hard on his lower lip as his need gets the best of him, Bucky's breathing passes the threshold of obscene, his buffed chest heaving as he can't help himself.
"Come here, doll" he finally rasps, his voice low and grave as his jeans fall to the floor.
In a moment, he's on top of you, his legs lodged in between yours. Every touch is amplified by the wait and the feeling of his rough hands on your waist is mind-blowing. You squirm under his touch, trying to wiggle your way closer to him.
"Missed me too, huh?" Bucky grins proudly, gently but sternly grabbing your chin. His thumb rubs along your jawline, his teeth showing as he can't hide his enthusiasm.
"Yes-" you breathe out, melting under his touch. "Missed you so much, Buck."
"Need me?" he keeps teasing, lowering himself so that his lips reach the side of your neck. At first, it's his hot breath that you allow yourself to get drunk on, but when his teeth lewdly sink into your skin, you yelp, your thighs involuntarily closing around his hips.
And you can tell he takes pride in the responses he gets from you. You're sure he feels the goosebumps up your arms, or the way your rib cage shakes with every breath you take. But he keeps going, his greedy hands exploring your naked body, taking your breasts into his palms as he keeps on sucking claim marks into your neck.
"Fuck, Bucky-" you moan, back arching. His lips and his fingers are already too much for you to take, but when the tip of his cock brushes against your thigh, you're all but done. 
"Tell me you need me, doll" he hums, pushing himself up on his left arm. The mattress dips under the weight of his metal hand, and as you look between your bodies, your eyes land on the way he's eagerly fisting his cock in his right hand. You're caged in his hold, and it's the only thing you want.
"You're all I need, Bucky" you cry, your hands softly roaming up his chest. His hair had fallen around his face, framing his features and offering them the required amount of shadow needed to accentuate his carnal desire. Bottom lip wet and lodged between his teeth, he watches you closely, waiting for more.
"Bucky, please-" you continue, uselessly shaking your hips from side to side. "I'm already so wet, I'm such a mess for you sometimes. Just use me, do whatever you want with me, I just need to feel you, Bucky. Deep inside me, please"
He shakes his head in disbelief, hints of bitter laughter escaping his lips. "Such a needy, little thing" he muttered to himself.
With your mind clouded and busy enjoying the build-up, when the tip of his cock connectes to your folds, your eyes snap wide. Your reaction brings a proud grin to Bucky’s lips, but this is just the beginning.
Giving you no time to adjust whatsoever, he slams himself into you, bottoming out as you feel your breath cut short. "Fuck, fuck-" you pant, wrapping your arms around his shoulders in a pathetic attempt to ground yourself.
"Be good for me, doll, ok?" Bucky groans against your ear. His body is right on top of yours, fully rocking you against the mattress with every deep and powerful thrust of his hips. "You need to take all of me"
You can feel him up into your chest, your pleasure materializing in the form of tears, coating your eyes for just a short second before running down your temples. 
"Buck-" you cry.
"I'm gonna fill you up, baby" he grunts, holding onto your shoulders as he shoves himself deeper. "Deep inside your belly, yeah? Gonna feel me for days"
And you're not that close yet, your brain isn't yet drowning in hormones, so you can think straight, you can form a decent answer - but you refuse to. You just squeeze your eyes shut and grit your teeth, sucking the pleasure his cock forced into your body. Every vein is palpable, your walls closing in around him as if his size isn't already a tad bit more than you'd normally find comfortable. But you love it, he's there, as close as he can get, consuming himself right there with you.
"Fuck-" Bucky grunts, his metal fingers wrapping around the roots of your hair. It's unwashed - a weeks worth of sweat embedded into its fibers but he doesn't care. He only sees you. "I missed you so fucking bad, doll-"
"I'm here, baby-" you coo, your words shaky and barely audible.
You don't know if he heard you, or if he even processed your sentence, he's too caught up.
"You're mine - you're here with me, only mine-" he adds, fervently sucking away at the skin of your neck. "My baby, my angel, mine-" he grunts, emphasising his last word with the help of a ravaging thrust that shakes you to your core.
You cry out, his name burning your throat as you feel him ripping your insides apart.
"Bucky- Buck- I-"
"So sweet-" he cuts you off, moving his head to the other side of your neck. "And only fucking mine. Say it-" he demands.
"I'm-" you gasp, "I'm yours, only yours"
"All mine"
You faintly nod along, vision blurry as you start to lose yourself.
"Say it!" Bucky adds.
"I'm all yours"
"Say it again"
"I'm... all- all yours, Bucky" you manage to mutter before a pleasure filled whine erupts from your throat. "I'm getting close… Bucky, I can't-"
"Easy now-" he moans, slowing down his pace. He comes face to face with you, his damp lips sloppily pressing against yours. He's still balls deep inside your cunt, making the gentle movement of his hips almost unbearable.
Eventually, he slowly tilts your head to the side, burying his face into your hair as he whispers against your ear, "I'm gonna pump you full, yeah? Gonna fill this sweet cunt with my cum, and you, like the good little slut you are, are not gonna let any of it go waste, right?"
"Yeah…"
"Gonna use that pretty cunt of yours to milk my cock dry, yeah?"
You whimper and nodd, frantically trying to get him to pick up his pace. But he isn't having it. When he finally pulls out at that agonisingly slow pace, he captures your lips into another kiss as he slams himself back in.
"Come on, Bucky, fill me up" you cried, involuntarily pulling breaking the kiss, "I wanna feel you inside me"
"Oh, you're gonna feel me inside you alright" he taunted, repeating his movements and pulling all the way out before forcing himself all the way back in. "A little bit of me inside you-" he growls and thrusts again, deeper and harder, "Growing inside you-"
"Holy- fuck!" you screamed, throwing your head back.
"Mine forever, doll-" Bucky grunts, both of you dangerously close the edge, "Yeah?"
"Mhm-" you hum, whiny and all teary eyed with your lips gathered between your teeth.
And then you're all but done - legs tightly wrapped around his middle - every muscle of your body clenching uncontrollably as a spiral of pleasure engulfs your body. And Bucky isn't far behind, your name being the only thing on his lips as he shoots his load deep inside your pussy - careless and irregular, a few last thrusts until he crashes down on top of you.
Although out of breath, as the last waves of your orgasm propagate along your body, you still cling to him. Bucky's face is hidden against your shoulder as he struggles to come down from his high, none of you willing to move even an inch.
"I'm never pulling out" he jokes, and it takes all the energy you have left inside your body to chuckle along.
"Wouldn't ask you to" you laugh, "But you're crushing me so-"
With a grunt, but still with impeccable ease, Bucky wraps his arms around your middle and spins the two of you around, until he's laying on his back with you against his chest. 
"There-" he shrugs placing a kiss on the top of your head, "Problem solved"
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