#its still there its just that now youre trying to recover while every few hours someone dislocates a joint for fun

[deargojou]

【 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 】

You pressed your hand gently against Megumi’s forehead, frowning at the intense heat radiating from his skin. His normally porcelain complexion was flushed pink across his cheeks, and his eyes were glassy and unfocused.

“Your fever still feels really high,” you murmured worriedly, brushing his dark bangs back from his face.

Megumi gave a small nod, the slightest grimace crossing his face at the movement. “I’ll be alright. Don't worry about me too much.” His voice was hoarse and lacked its usual composed strength.

You clicked your tongue disapprovingly. “Of course I’m going to worry when my boyfriend is sick. Now hush and let me take care of you.”

He opened his mouth as if to protest, but quickly shut it at the stern look you gave him. Even in his weakened state, he knew better than to argue with you when you had made up your mind.

You had only been dating Megumi for a few months, but you cherished every moment together. Beneath his stoic, aloof exterior lay a kind heart and fierce loyalty. And though he was always composed around others, you delighted in slowly coaxing him out of his shell.

While Megumi had initially been shy about intimacy, your patience and affection eventually helped him open up. You lived for the small smiles he would give you, the way his pale cheeks would flush when you complimented him. He was still easily flustered by overt shows of romance, but you found it hopelessly endearing.

Now, as you tenderly cared for your ailing boyfriend, you were reminded of just how vulnerable Megumi allowed himself to be with you. He obediently swallowed the medicine you gave him to bring down his fever, though he insisted he could feed himself the hot soup you had prepared.

You just smiled knowingly, recognizing the subtle, prideful streak in Megumi. Compromising, you allowed him to eat on his own but remained close by in case he needed assistance.

After eating what little he could manage, his energy was spent. You helped him change out of his sweat-dampened shirt into a fresh one, taking care not to look directly at his bare torso―though the tempting glimpse of smooth, toned muscle made your face grow warm.

Once he was settled back against his pillows, you placed a cool cloth across Megumi’s burning forehead. He released a small sigh of relief at the sensation.

“How are you feeling now?” you asked softly, gently sweeping his bangs off his face.

“A bit better, thanks to you,” he murmured.

Your heart fluttered at even that small, precious smile. “I’m glad. Try to rest, okay? I’ll be right here if you need anything.”

His eyes drifted closed, though you could tell he was still fighting off sleep. You began carding your fingers lightly through his hair, soothingly massaging his scalp. After several moments, his breathing grew slow and even, his body relaxing into much-needed sleep.

You gazed down at his peaceful sleeping face. Megumi worked so hard taking care of everyone else, but was reluctant to rely on others in return. It made you happy to be able to care for him while he was vulnerable, proving he could depend on you.

When he awoke a few hours later, the flush had faded from his cheeks somewhat. But upon seeing you sitting dutifully by his bedside, a new bloom of pink blossomed across his pale skin.

“You’re still here,” he murmured, sounding quietly surprised.

You gave him a soft smile. “Of course. I want to make sure you recover properly.”

You reached out to feel his forehead again. “Mmm, still a bit warm. Are you feeling any better though?”

“Yes, much better thanks to your diligent care,” he said again.

You grinned. “Well, aren’t you quite the flatterer when you’re sick and defenseless.”

His blush deepened at your playful ribbing. Even now, after months of dating, he was easily flustered by your affectionate attention.

“Here, you should eat a little more,” you said gently, handing him a bowl of rice porridge. “This will be easy on your stomach.”

Megumi accepted the bowl with quiet ‘thanks’ before picking up the spoon to feed himself again. After a few bites, however, his arm drifted down weakly to rest.

Wordlessly, you retrieved the spoon from his slender fingers. Scooping up a small amount of porridge, you brought it to his lips.

His eyes widened slightly, “I… I can manage,” he protested half-heartedly.

“Shh, just let me help,” you insisted with a smile. “What kind of partner would I be if I didn’t spoon-feed my sick darling?”

At the open display of affection, Megumi looked utterly flabbergasted. But he obediently parted his lips, allowing you to feed him the porridge.

You weren’t sure if the renewed flush to his cheeks was from embarrassment or his lingering fever―likely both. But you relished being able to care for him so tenderly.

Once he had eaten his fill, you helped settle him back against the pillows once more. As you gazed down at him, you couldn’t resist reaching out to caress his cheek.

“You’re going to spoil me rotten if you keep this up,” he murmured, though he nuzzled ever so slightly into your touch.

You smiled, heart brimming with love for this boy who tried so hard to hide his softer side from the world. “Good,” you whispered. “You deserve to be spoiled sometimes.”

His gaze softened, his hand coming up to cover yours against his cheek. The simple intimacy of the moment made your breath catch.

“Get some more rest,” you eventually managed, reluctantly pulling your hand back. Already you missed the warmth of his skin.

Megumi’s eyes drifted closed again, his body relaxing into the mattress. As you watched over his sleeping form, you hoped he knew just how much you cherished him.

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[tender-rosiey]

mourn and want — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: angst version of gojo coming back so don’t say I didn’t warn y’a; also him saying my wife makes me giggle like HEHEEHE

satoru’s vision is blurry. he can’t see anyone except kenjaku and sukuna, though his thoughts immediately drift to you.

he can feel your cursed energy somewhere, but it’s so faint. it worries him so he quickly teleports to shoko and his students. his eyes strain as they frantically search for you, “where is y/n?”

most of them stay silent and he immediately jumps to the worst conclusion, but shoko doesn’t let him dwell on it for too long.

she lets out a sigh and it’s followed by a mutter, “follow me.”

she starts walking towards an abandoned building, probably a hospital, and satoru wordlessly walks after her. their footsteps echo throughout the deserted hallways, along with the sounds of water droplets hitting the ground every few seconds.

they finally arrive at a room and its door is noticeably cleaner than the rest. satoru speaks up, for the first time since they started walking, “is she here?”

shoko nods, and her face is solemn, “yeah, but…” she looks away from the moment, “she won’t make it. she will probably die in an hour or something.”

“can’t you do something? anything?”

“satoru, I tried, but whoever attacked her did irreversible damage,” she takes a deep breath, “the healing won’t even work so—I suggest you talk to her and get your moments. she has been asking for you ever she came out of that attack.”

with nothing else to add, shoko left, but not without patting satoru’s shoulder lightly.

he hums quietly then his hand reaches for the doorknob. he takes a deep breath and braces himself for what he will see. satoru is no stranger to death. in fact, he met it personally.

for some reason, though, he feels like yours will be the hardest to face and endure.

the door clicks and he pushes it lightly. his eyes fall on your resting figure, if resting could be used as a word with how in pain you look.

you’re breathing heavily and your hand is clutching your side. he closes the door behind him, a small grin on his face, “hey, pretty? missed me?”

your eyes peak open and you glance towards the door. a small smile appears on your face at the sight of your husband, “satoru…”

he chuckles and gets settled right beside you, “the one and only…how’re you feeling?”

a wheeze escapes your lips as you try to sit up, but satoru quickly—and gently—pulls you into his embrace.

now, you’re both on the ground with you cradled in his arms. you look up, “I feel like shit.”

“figured,” he smiles while caressing your cheek, “you look the part.”

after your small laugh, the both of you fall into silence. your hand is holding onto satoru’s. you take a moment to breathe then you mumble, “I don’t have much time left.”

his arms around you tighten just a bit, “don’t say that.”

“but it’s true.”

he bites on his lips to hold back his tears, “no, no, it’s not—you can’t do this to me,” a shaky breath escapes his lips, “we still have a future together, a daughter to raise.”

you weakly reach put for his face and make him look at you. even with his teary eyes, he manages to compose himself quickly. you sigh in content, “at least, she will have you, her strong papa.”

“why can’t she have her mom as well? why are you giving up so easily?”

“I tried a lot, but it wasn’t and will never be enough—everyone tried!”

the tears you’ve tried to suppress are falling freely, “but it hurts so much, ‘toru! I can’t go on living with this pain!”

satoru is stunned to his core before he swiftly recovers and pulls you closer, doing his best to comfort you, “shh, I am sorry,” he kisses your temple, “I didn’t mean it,” your cheeks, “I am sorry.”

your arms weakly wrap around his shoulder as you sob into his chest, “I don’t want to die! I want to be with you! I wa—want to wake up to you by my side!”you’re cut off by your sob, “I want to raise our daughter together! I want to hear her sweet giggles every day—satoru, I don’t want to go yet!”

“I know,” he buries his face in your hair, “I don’t want you to go either.”

his hand is rubbing your back while you cry and wail. he presses feather-like kisses to your head, before he speaks, “I—…I want to hear you scold me more. I want to see your messy hair every morning. I want to see you team up on me with our daughter. I want to feel your love and give you mine every—every single day.”

you pull away slightly and you lock eyes. he isn’t crying, but he can’t deny the lump in his throat nor the pit in his stomach. you peck his lips gently and rest your forehead on his, “promise me that you will take care of her.”

his thumbs wipe at your tears before he nods, “yeah,” then whispers, “I promise.”

his face is still so close to your own as your body relaxes slightly in his hold. with a small sigh, you murmur against his lips, “I love you.”

“I love you too—I love you so much,” he croaked.

“you better,” you smile before closing your eyes and leaning into his touch.

your body goes limp, and satoru immediately hugs you closer, tighter. your face is buried in his chest while he repeatedly and frantically kisses the top of your head, tears of his own dripping to the ground.

his body envelopes your own like he’s fearful of the fact that something will take you away, yet again.

he doesn’t hear the door open at first.

his blood-shot eyes eventually travel to the person who entered, shoko. her voice is shaky as she speaks her name before she sighs, “I need to take her—“

“no.”

his eyes focus on your face once again, “I didn’t get to mourn all who passed—and I will be damned if I don’t mourn for my own wife.”

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Heart II

Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Child!Reader

Summary: You try to recover

You stay in the hospital for nearly two weeks as your new heart gets used to its new home in your body.

Ingrid and Mapi are with you the entire time.

Sometimes, one of them even skips training to come and see you. You're in a special hospital room and they have to wear silly facemasks when they come to visit that makes them look all weird.

They bring you lots of things to play with while you're stuck in bed and all of their friends send you flowers and food to keep you happy. Your caseworker comes in sometimes and she gets Mapi and Ingrid to sign lots of documents and helps them to sign you out of the hospital to take you home.

"Okay," Ingrid says as you all come up in the elevator together," You ready?"

You're wearing a special party hat because Mapi said that you were going to have a little party to celebrate your new heart. You don't really know why getting your new heart means a party but you also know that a party means lots of food and fun so you're happy to go back inside.

A few of Ingrid and Mapi's friends are already in there but you head straight for Patri and Pina because they're holding Bagheera, who's wearing a party hat too.

"Whoa, there," Ingrid says softly, still holding your hand tight like she's scared you're going to wink out of existence," Let's take it slow, alright?"

You frown and shrug. "Okay."

She keeps hold of your hand as you move to greet Bagheera. She mews at you softly, bumping her head against your chest.

"I know," You say," I've got my Santa heart." You look up at Pina and Patri. "Santa got me a new heart for Christmas. It goes boom-boom properly."

"Really?" Patri asks," That's cool. Do you feel better now?"

"Little tired sometimes," You reply, rocking back and forth on your feet," But still good!"

"She's been healing up very well." Ingrid's fingers run through your hair like yours run through Bagheera's. "The doctors are going to do another check next week and then we get to take her out again."

Even though you're out of the hospital now, you're not allowed out of the house for another week just so you can adjust to everything back home again.

"It'll be good to see you at training again," Pina says," We've been missing our little cheerleader."

"And you can join in now!" Patri exclaims and you whip your head over to Ingrid.

"Can I?"

She thinks for a moment. "We'll see," She says," Let's get through next week and then we'll see if you're strong enough to run around."

"Okay." You go back to stroking over Bagheera's fur and adjusting her party hat when she gets annoyed with it. You like Bagheera. You'd never seen a cat in real life before you came to live with Ingrid and Mapi so it's nice to have Bagheera with you now.

You yawn when you're about halfway through the movie Paredes put on and you climb up into Mapi's lap to lay on her. Her big hands rest on your back, gently stroking up and down until you're head feels too heavy for your body and it flops against her.

"She looks much better," Alexia says as she notices that you're out like a light.

"Yeah," Mapi says as she reaches for a blanket to drape around your body," They had her on a ventilator those first few hours after surgery and she looked so bad when they took her in. But...But she's better now, just a little sleepier."

"She just had major surgery," Alexia says," I think she's allowed to be a bit tired. I'm surprised she lasted as long as she did."

Mapi laughs, gently rocking you. "I should put her to bed. I can't imagine those hospital ones were comfy."

Your weeks dissolve into a steady routine after you get your Santa heart. You still have to go to the doctor every week and they do tests on your new heart and they take out the little staples they put in your chest.

Ingrid still sticks to your side and she's always giving you cuddles and kisses. She lets you run around more now that the doctor says it's okay but she still wraps you up nice and warm because you still sometimes have issues with being cold.

A few months after you're declared fully fit, your caseworker comes to visit.

Ingrid lets her in while you've opened your mouth so Mapi can give you your medication. The doctor says that even though your Santa heart is working very well, you'll have to take medicine every day to make sure that your body wants to keep it.

Well, he said lots of big words and complicated stuff but Mapi explained it to you like that when you went to get ice cream after your appointment.

You case worker says hello to you before briefly looking around the house ago and then making you sit down in front of the tv with her. That makes you a bit nervous and you hang on Mapi's hand.

"With Mapi and Ingrid?"

"In a minute," Your caseworker says," I just want to have a little talk with you without them."

Your brow wrinkles. "And Bagheera has to go too?"

"Bagheera can stay," Ingrid promises you, kissing the top of your head and steering Mapi into their bedroom.

You stroke Bagheera's fur rhythmically as you sit in front of your caseworker.

"How are you feeling now?" She asks," With your new heart?"

"Santa got me a good one," You reply," But I've still got to take special medicine."

She writes something down. "And you always take your medicine?"

"Ingrid reminds me," You answer, getting a bit distracted by the way a single ray of sunlight is peaking through the blinds," And Mapi hides it in icing sometimes for when I don't want to take it."

She writes down something more. "That's good. And you like it here, with Ingrid and Mapi?"

The topic of your favourite girls makes you perk up. "They're my most favourite! Mapi is so cool! She's got lots of tattoos. She says that one day, she'll let me draw her one to put on her body."

Your caseworker nods along, her pen moving along the paper. "And what about Ingrid?"

"Ingrid gives me cuddles all the time," You say," And she lets me help make dinner and cookies and she takes me to the park and we go down the slide together."

Your caseworker stops writing and flips her notepad shut. "Do you remember what it means to have a caseworker like me?"

You nod.

"What does it mean?"

"It means that you find adults to look after me because I don't have parents."

Your caseworker nods. "Adults like Ingrid and Mapi," She says," They're fostering you."

You give her a little look. "I know." You don't know why she's talking about that. It makes you feel all weird inside and briefly, you wonder if your Santa heart is going boom-boom wrong like your old one.

"Sometimes," She says," Fostering is more temporary."

You don't like her words. It makes you feel all icky and bad inside. You shake your head. "No," You say," No! Stay here!"

Your caseworker hands you a picture. It's got a little family on it, a mummy and a daddy and two boys who have the same hair colour as you.

"This family doesn't want to foster you," Your caseworker says when you throw the picture on the floor and hold Bagheera close. "They want to adopt you. They think you'd fit in well with them. Like a forever home instead of a foster home."

You shake your head, your bottom lip wobbling. "No...No! Forever home with Ingrid and Mapi!"

Your caseworker sighs deeply, shuffling the picture of the little family back into her folder. "You want to stay here?" She checks," With Ingrid and Mapi?"

"And Bagheera," You say stubbornly," Because this is forever home. Mapi and Ingrid are forever with me and my Santa heart."

"And you don't want to live with this family?" She reaches for the picture again and you turn away.

"Ingrid and Mapi," You say firmly.

"Okay. Let's get Ingrid and Mapi in here."

You're near to tears when they finally come back in and Ingrid pulls you into her arms immediately. You wipe your cheeks dry on her shirt and blindly reach for Mapi.

"Stay," You beg," Stay here. With you."

Mapi whips her head to your caseworker. "We've already begun to file the paperwork!" She hisses," Why would you bring them up to her?"

"I'm just doing my job. I couldn't let her stay here if she didn't want to!"

"Want to stay!" You say, hiding yourself away in Ingrid's neck," Want to stay!"

"You're stressing her out," Ingrid cuts in plainly when it looks like Mapi and your caseworker are going to start yelling," I understand you're doing your checks and you have to get her opinion but she's barely been out of the hospital for a few months and the doctors said that undue stress isn't good for her Santa heart." She strokes a hand over the back of your head. "We've filed the paperwork. She wants to live with us over the other family that expressed interest. We want her here with us."

Your caseworker sighs. She does that a lot. "I can't promise this will stay private. You're public figures. Your papers will be rushed through as soon as possible."

When she leaves, you finally peak out from your hiding place. With big, wet eyes, you look between Ingrid and Mapi. "Stay here?"

"Yes," Mapi says with an air of finality," You're staying here."

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[wonderlandwalker]

One Day at a Time | Finnick Odair x Reader

Previous Part / THG Masterlist / Inbox

Summary: a short collection of sweet moments shared between you and Finnick as you recover, reminding the both of you of the love you share

(part 4 of the remember series but could also be read on its own I think, you can find the other parts in my masterlist)

Content Warnings / Tags: Fluff, no use of y/n, mentions of punching, I really think that's it.

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: It's finally here! Sorry it took so long my only excuse is that I am an absolute mess of a human being which is a terrible one but oh well. This will be the final part of the series, hope the fluff makes up for all the heartbreak I've put you through <3

It's been a week now, one week of blissful moments spend with Finnick while recovering from the attack within district 13. After all that had happened you were in need of some peace, and the universe granted it.

On the first day you were still in the hospital wing, an IV dripping steady fluids into your system. You woke up to Finnick sitting next to you, one of his hands holding onto yours while the other was holding up a book. It was one of your favourites, and you had been pestering him about reading it so you could talk about it with him, but he had always brushed you off, saying he'd get around to it eventually. It seems eventually finally came around. You coaxed him into getting in the bed with you, he was hesitant at first, not wanting to hurt you, but he wasn't above your charms either, your eyes pleading with him in a way he couldn't resist. He had settled in behind you, letting you lean against him, ignoring the dirty look the nurse gave you. You had asked him to read to you, and even though you already knew it by heart, his sweet voice added a whole new element to the story so beloved.

The second day was spent trying to convince the nurse to let you leave the hospital room, if only for a few hours, she didn't initially want to agree, but Finnick simply wouldn't drop the subject. So you walked together towards the dinner hall, feeling like little children sneaking out past the curfew.

Supper had already finished, but Finnick was friends with one of the cooks who let him into the kitchens. He told you to sit down on the table in the middle of the room and gave you a quick peck on the lips before moving over to the fridge. It was simple, it wasn't much, but it was perfect. He would let you taste the dish in-between steps, always forgetting one ingredient or another, but you didn't mind reminding him. At some point you could have sworn he was doing it on purpose, but maybe he was just too caught up in having you there with him again. You offered to help with meting the butter, dicing the vegetables, stirring the sauce, but each and every time he would insist you stayed right where you were, accentuated with a quick kiss, his hands on your face smearing flour all over your jaw, not that you minded. He claimed he was the better cook anyway, that you'd only hold him back, now that one you both knew was a lie, but it was a precious one, one that didn't need to be disturbed.

Day three consisted of a slow day back in your room, having been cleared by the doctor and finally being in your own space again. You and Finnick hadn't shared a room in a while now with everything that had gone down, but you had immediately decided to spend your nights together again, not wanting to spend more time apart than necessary. You hadn't fully recovered yet, still needing your rest, but Finnick had set his mind on moving your things back into his room today.

So there you were, sitting crossed legged on his bed absentmindedly sipping on some coffee he had brought you as you watched him bustle about. He was only gone a few minutes at a time, but you never failed to produce a smile when you saw him approaching again, hands full with some of your books, the collection of flowers he had given you over the years that you had dried and pressed in-between the pages were sticking out slightly, but he handled them with care. Even while you weren't together you couldn't find it ins yourself to get rid of them, and you're glad of it now. He goes back and forth for a while, collecting your pillow, your skin care products, your small radio that barely managed to get a reception down here, but you couldn't bare to part with. Each time he'd ask you where you wanted him to put it down, carefully creating a space that consisted of the both of you.

On day four you had finally woken up in his arms again, wondering how you could have ever forgotten this feeling. When he noticed you were awake he had moved to place a delicate kiss on your lips, basking in the simplicity of the fact that he could. He had told you he had a surprise for you today, and you couldn't help how giddy you already got from the mere thought of what it could be. But it was oh so much better than you could have imagined, because today Finnick took you to the surface. How he managed to get you past all the checkpoints was beyond you, and when you asked he had simply said he had friends in all the right places.

It was a bit of a walk to the spot he wanted to take you, but you revelled in the sunlight against your face, needing to squint your eyes to see properly with how bright the sun was but too blissed to care. The high grass rustled against your bare legs as you continued to walk, and the tickling sensation brought back so many fond memories. When you finally made it to the clearing it was a sight from a dream. The tree next to the lake provided a shadow you could both comfortably lay in as the smell of the fresh water blessed your senses once more. The wildflowers adorning the space around you were once you could recall from back home, with a few others you couldn't identify. Finnick had picked a few, placing them behind your ear as he talked about what the flower meant. A myosotis, he had called it, representing true love and dedication. He told you about the myth behind the forget-me-nots, how they had been afraid of being forgotten by the gods, and you had vowed in return to never spend a day without thinking of him again.

During the fifth day you didn't do much of anything special, but you supposed that depends on your definition of the word. Finnick had made dandelion tea from flowers he had collected yesterday, the familiar taste bringing back a sense of nostalgia for a time that you wouldn't be able to return to. You had once told him your mother used to make it when you were sick, and ever since he would go collect them by the cliffs for you. You had insisted it was too much work that he didn't need to worry himself with, he had countered that he enjoyed the view where they grew anyway, and really, he was going for himself as much as for you. Maybe he had simply been trying to get you to stop fussing over the subject, maybe it had really been true.

You spend the day talking to your friends, reminiscing in regained memories and filling in gaps that you couldn't on your own. As you sat next to Johanna she talked on about the days Finnick spent longing after you, claiming he was alright wirh being just friends, but she was convinced that if any of her friends looked at her the way he looked at you she would have suckerpunched them.

On the sixth day you had begged Finnick train with you, saying how you wanted to get your strength back, how you missed the exercise and the content feeling of aching muscles. He had been reluctant, of course he had been, but once you had managed to drag him onto the training mat he revelled in it. He couldn't deny he had missed sparring with you, the action so effortless with you. He had made fun of how you threw your punches, saying you had to extent your arms further to complete the motion, but he was the one not protection his core properly while fixating on you. It had been good to feel your body in motion again, he was still stronger than you, knocking the breath out of your lungs once be stopped holding back, but you were still faster, getting the drop on him in the split seconds he was distracted. The manner in which your muscle memory still held up, the way in which you still used the same techniques without meaning to, it was good to know there are some things people can't take from you.

The seventh day you picked your routine back up. Waking up to an empty bed but not lonely, his side was still warm as you rolled over. Once you opened your eyes you saw the cup of coffee and the note on the bedside table. Finnick knew you never slept for long after he left, somehow he still knew. He had been given some time off during your recovery, but district 13 didn't stand still and they had needed his help. You weren't expected back yet, but the sense of purpose was one that you were always glad to have. You drank the coffee he left you as you got dressed, smiling as he had made it exactly to your liking, even if he used to complain you couldn't even call it coffee anymore with that much sugar in it. And so you went back to work, moving to scribble a quick message on the back of the note if he came back looking for you, not that he needed it, somehow he would always know where you were.

In the past week you had learned that a love as great as the one you shared with Finnick could never be forgotten, not really, because no matter how many memories faded, there would always come new ones. And soon, even though you didn't know it yet, Finnick would give you his mother's ring once more, and this time you would remember everything that led you here, and you would remember saying yes.

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[soggyriceee]

I Can't Hurt You ~ Ghost NSFW

[ mentions of gunshot wounds, anxiety, trauma and sex. plz like and lmk if there angsty type of stories interest anyone, have a good day <3 ]

It had been 6 weeks since you'd been shot. Once in the leg, once in the arm. For days you had thought you'd lose your arm and leg. All you could really remember was Simon yelling your name while blood covered his hands. Your blood. But, the base surgeons were some of the best and you were at home almost fully recovered. Your husband, Simon Riley, the man who unfortunately was leading that mission you'd suffered injury from, was always by your side. He was on e for giving you your space so having him everywhere you were at was new. But you loved it because the more you saw him and how caring he was towards literally only you, it made your heart flutter.

Ghost was a whole war criminal, why would he spend his time going to the store, getting flowers, cards, clothes gifts, all that stuff? Because he was so deeply in love with you, it was like his money and time quite literally belonged to you. He spent hours trying to learn to cook for you since you were glued to the bed.

" Tell me if it needs more salt." He demanded, towering over you as your sims started a house fire on your laptop screen. " Its good baby please stop bothering me now." You laughed, wiping some of the homemade pasta sauce from your lip. As much as he did annoy you, you couldn't ask him to really leave you alone.

He wasn't stupid, he knew that the whole happy persona you put on in front of him was fake. You were trying to act tough and brave for him. Independence was something you both had and in your eyes alone, it was embarrassing to be the first in the relationship to need help. Consistent help. Ghost was good at reassuring to you that he did not see you as weak, he actually saw you as brave, strong. " You survived two gun shot wounds at once lovie.. that makes you stronger than me." He whispered to her as you quietly sobbed in the hospital bed a few weeks back.

And this injury definitely caused some small bumps for you both. For example.. sex. It wasn't that it was different, it literally was not happening. Despite you being able to move almost all on your own, stairs were still a bit hard, he wouldn't touch you unless it was to help you. And as much as you loved how gentle and genuinely kind and caring he was for you, you needed a bit more. " Simon.." You'd whisper in his ear when it was close to your given bedtime. By Simon. "Yes my love? Do you need anything?" He asked, looking away from the news on your guys TV.

You moved to sit on his lap, struggling to raise your injured leg a bit. But you made it onto his lap successfully and with mi animal pain. But he sensed it immediately. " Lovie.." You shushed him and placed your arms around his neck. " I appreciate all the care you've been giving me.. but I need a bit more." You spoke softly, eyeing his lips. You began to move in but you could tell he began to panic, jolting his head back and hitting the bed frame. You looked up at him, your chest feeling like it just got shot this time. " I-i can't.. Im sorry." He had took you off his lap before standing and walking out the room and rubbing the back of his head.

It had been about a week since that encounter. It hurt you, and you definitely cried about it after. He ended up sleeping on the couch that night, but still coming every 30 to check on you, even when you were asleep. Neither of you really spoke about it. And you could assume thats what made the relationship more awkward now. While yes he did sleep in the bed again, and he was still taking care of you, the conversations were small and minimal. " He won't touch me Soap.. I don't know what to do. We used to have sex almost every day at least twice a day." You spoke into your phone as you looked up " How to Get My Husband To Have Sex With Me After Gunshot Wound". Almost no good articles came up. I mean, who really goes through this?

" Im sure he'll come around. I mean, he did see you literally almost die in his arms. You mean a lot to him and I think he's just terrified of hurting you more." He said through the speaker. He was on base, doing paperwork for the next mission. Another you and Ghost would be sitting out on. " Its been almost three months. Im practically healed... it just sucks because I feel like a..like a disease. He won't touch me in any way other than to help me. Even when I dont need it." You sighed.

Simon had gone to the store, grabbing you ice cream you had mentioned to yourself you wanted to get at some point and your positive other things to go along with it. Despite that awkward encounter he was still there to make you feel better. " He hasn't really said anything to me but you know how he is. Try talking to him again. I have to go, Price is calling." He said before hanging up abruptly. You sighed and looked around. You needed to get up and do.. something.

You moved your laptop to the side and began to stand. A minor pain stabbed your injured leg, causing a whimper of pain to leave your lips. As you opened the bedroom door, you heard Simon return into the house. " Lovie? Im home with that ice cream you wanted." He yelled from downstairs. You moved towards the stairs, gripping the handles and moving slowly. As your uninjured leg hit the bottom stair, your injured one again gave your a little trouble. "Shit" You squeaked, gripping the handle more. " Lovie?" He walked over swiftly to the stairs, dropping the ice cream and spoon that was in his hands. " What are you doing?! If you wanted to come down you should've waited for me to carry you down." He began to approach you but your hand hit his chest, stopping him. " I-i can do it mys-self." You grunted. Finally, your injured leg was on the same step as you. " You can't thats why your face is scrunched up in pain just let me help-" " GO AWAY! I dont need you here every two seconds simply just to help me. You won't do so much as cuddle with me let alone have sex with me. Im not made of glass im a human im your wife for crying out loud but you treat me l-like im not. leave me alone!" You screamed at him, tears welling in your eyes.

His face looked hurt, but also surprised. " L-lovie I just-" You cut him off by turning away, moving back up the stairs. He wanted to help you, but you had made it clear you wanted him to back off. You made it back up the one step and walked into the bedroom, slamming the door. You moved onto the bed, holding one out of the 10 stuffed animals Simon bought you and silently, again, cried into it. You felt bad, but at the same time you didn't. You were able to tell him finally how you felt. You heard his boots at the door, no matter how hard he tried to keep quiet. And he just stayed there. Listening to you cry but feeling too scared to say, or do anything.

The next morning you woke up and Simon wasn't there to wake you this time. You rubbed your eyes as the sun peaked into the room. " Simon..?" You asked, your voice a bit hoarse. You looked around and noticed a rectangular, long box at the end of the bed. You reached over and grabbed it.

Your right, ive been too overbearing. I'm sorry lovie..

You opened the box and inside was a cute lingerie set. It was with and pink, a little bow in the center of the bra. Your cheeks turned a bright red as you read the second note inside.

I hope you like it. I hope I see you in it soon <3

Just as you finished reading, Simon walked in the room. In his hands was a tray full of French toast, coffee and fruit. His eyes met yours, his big puppy eyes. " Oh I was.. expecting you to still be asleep." He chuckled softly, placing your breakfast on the night stand. " Im sorry for y-" For the first time in almost three months his lips touched yours. You gasped into the kiss, your heart going a 100 miles per hour. His hands snaked around your waist, pulling you up into him.

His lips yearned for yours. He slowly sat next to you, keeping your lips connected. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him just as passionately back. He broke away, sighing. " Dont apologize. You were right. And plus.." He right hand snaked up to your cheek, cupping it. " I've missed touching you like this." He whispered. His lips landed on yours again, this time a bit more passionately. You moaned into the kiss, a signal to him that you felt good. His free hand moved up your body, slowly. You had nothing on but his hoodie and some underwear. His favorite outfit of yours.

" Is this okay?" He asked against your lips. You nodded, smiling softly. For the first time in what felt like forever, you felt genuinely happy. He smiled and gently pushed you down on the bed, fixing you a bit so that your head was on the pillow. He hovered over you but you could tell he was still nervous as ever. " You can touch me anywhere.. Simon. Im not hurt anymore." You said softly, looking into his worried eyes. " I know but.. w-what if I get too aggressive-" You took his hand from beside your head and smiled. " How about this. If im hurting, ill call out.. "strawberries." Then you'll know to stop." You suggested, smiling up at him still. He pursed his lips but nodded.

He leaned down, attaching his lips to your again. This time, with lust and desperation. You could tell how much you both missed each others touch. Your hands slid under his black hoodie, tracing every ab until you got to the top. He hummed at your soft fingers against his skin, breaking away from the kiss. He moved down to your neck, gently sucking your skin. His right hand slowly, like criminally slow, slid up your thigh, gripping it every now and then.

Your eyes fluttered closed, your bottom lip trapped under your top teeth. Small, quiet whimpers left your lips every time he'd suck your neck. He left behind big and small marks, red and purple mix. He pushed himself off your body a bit, smiling at his work. " You look beautiful my love.." He whispered. You blushed and looked down. You saw the tent in his sweats, his Calvin Klein boxers peaking through at the top. His hand gripped your chin, gently moving your head to look up at him. " Don't be shy." He smirked. His hand that was still on your thigh was now at your wet core, It was throbbing for him at this point. Desperate.

" Awh.. your so wet.. show me how deprived you are from my touch baby.." He whispered, his thumb moving in small circles exactly at your swollen clit. Your body jerked up, a small moan leaving your lips. You watched his hands, only turning you on more. He watched you, his eyes not telling you what he was feeling. You felt embarrassed and began to slowly cover your face. He growled and grabbed your hands, pinning them above your head. " What did I tell you? Dont be shy.. I dont wanna have to stop you from cumming baby.. especially if you deserve it." He said, slowly moving his eyes down your body.

You shook your head, grinding your hips against him more. " Awh baby your so fucking cute when you get desperate like this." He sighed. You felt his thumb stop moving and instead, two of his fingers pulling your soaked panties down for you. He tossed them off the bed, licking his lips at your exposed pussy. " Fuck.. I wish you'd yelled at me sooner my love.. its gonna be so hard trying to hold back." He said before pulling off his hoodie. He tossed it away, before grabbing your knees, spreading them apart.

Yes this was your husband, but after being celibate for three months, you were nervous. And he felt it. He looked at you from through your legs, smiling. " Let me take care of you.. you deserve it baby." He smiled, kissing your inner thigh. He kissed down, surely leaving marks on your thighs, before finally reaching your dripping pussy again. He kissed it, earning a desperate whine from you. He chuckled before sliding his tongue through your folds, a gasp coming from you.

He slowly spread your legs more far apart. " Am I hurting you?" He asked, looking at your injured leg. " No.. remember ill say strawberry if you do." You said, patting his head gently. He smiled and nodded before turning his attention back to your pussy. It was on full display for him. He placed his hands on your hips, moving you onto his tongue. His tongue immediately went to your aching clit, sucking it ever so gently. You let out a satisfied whimper, your eyes again fluttering closed. He worked his tongue on your clit, sucking it, kissing it. His hands definitely started to make bruises on your skin but you were happy with that. Because it felt like normal. Like the sex you both used to have.

" O-oh Simon~' You'd whimper below him, gripping his brown hair. Your knees tried to connect but he gently, still worried about hurting you, kept them apart. " Don't close your legs until im done with you." He said, his lips glossy with your juices. It was such a hot sight to see. it felt like you guys were teenagers all over. Horny and desperate. His lips went back to working on your pussy, sucking your clit perfectly. " Because you had been deprived of your regular orgasms, you felt this one building fast. And it was surely gonna hit hard.

Your legs began to shake and you began to let out pathetic, desperate whimpers. " Sim-Simon I f-feel it.. shit." You cried out, gripping his hair and the sheets. He only moved his tongue faster, pulling you onto his face more. He was desperate. You could tell. He even began to moan against your pussy, looking up at you. " Thats it baby.. feel good for me. You deserve it." He said against your pussy, his middle and ring finger sliding in to help his tongue out. " Cum on my fucking face." he growled, moving his fingers faster.

His tongue moved with his fingers and quickly, you felt your body release its high. Your whole body began to shake, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. He whimpered quietly as he devoured every last drop of your cum. " Fuck baby.." He whimpered against your pussy as your body still jerked from the intensity of your orgasm. He moved his lips slowly against your pussy, sighing. He eventually sat up, his lips, nose and chin completely covered in your juices.

" You did amazing my love. Im so proud." He said, smiling down at you. You were out of breath, your eyes still shut. You felt him kiss your neck before your lips. " Do you want to continue baby? I can take care of myself. I want you to feel rested-" You pulled him down by the collar, your lips smashing onto his. He moaned into the kiss, smiling. " Yes.. I want to continue." You said after pulling away from him.

He kissed your cheeks before standing from the bed, pulling his pants down. His dick was huge. But, after three months of nothing, not even self pleasure, his dick looked..bigger. You had to admit, it made you a bit nervous. You watched as he pulled his boxers down, his whole body exposed in front of you. You quickly felt your clit throbbing all over as your eyes looked at every part of his body. " Are you positive you want this my love?" He asked, crawling back on the bed with you. He hovered over you, looking at your naked body as well.

" I swear Simon.. this is what I want." You said, looking up at him. He nodded before placing a soft but passionate kiss on your lips again. You kissed back as you felt him position himself at your entrance. " Just.. take my hand. And squeeze as hard as you want if it hurts." You nodded up at him. Despite how sex deprived you both were, how desperate, he still was patient and careful with you. He didn't want to do anything other than take care of you. " Okay.." He breathed out. Slowly, you felt him push into you. By the time his tip was in, you had already felt how thick he really was. He continued until he felt your hand grip him hard. He stopped.

" A..are you okay?" He breathed out, looking into your eyes. He was a little more than halfway in you by now and he felt like he could cum just off that alone. " I just.. need to get u-used to the feeling." You said, your other hand gripping his forearm. He nodded, kissing your cheek, then ear then neck. You loved his caring and gentle side. If you weren't injured, he'd probably be a bit less gentle, but still respectful of your needs.

" You can keep going." You smiled up at him after a minuet or so. " Are you positive?" He asked, moving his lips away from your breasts, again leaving behind more red and purple marks. You nodded and slowly, he pushed the rest of himself in. You both let out a gasp, his balls hitting the bottom of your ass as he went all the way in. " Fuck." He groaned before moving his hips back and forth slowly. With each thrust, a whimper left your lips. His head fell in the crook of your neck, slowly his hips picking up the pace.

You didnt have to ask for anything. He could read your body and what it was that you needed easily. You wanted him to go faster? He was already doing it before you moved your lips to ask. Your nails dug into his back, his hips now slamming into yours. " Yes Simon! y-your fucking me so well." You moaned, both of you not caring if your neighbors heard your moans. His hand slipped around your neck, his eyes hooded. " Yea? I am baby? Is my dick making you go.. fucking crazy?" He moaned, his free hand on your hip.

You whimpered and nodded, your body jolting up with each thrust of his. " U-Use your words..lemme hear that pretty voice." He whispered into your ear, slamming his hips into yours. You couldn't feel any pain. It was like all you needed was him fucking you silly. " I-i'm crazy..Im crazy for y...your dick Simon." You whimpered, barely able to make out words. He chuckled and kept his hand on your neck, moving at the same consistent pace.

Above you, his eyes were closed, squeezed shut matter of fact. His thrusts began to become a bit inconsistent, signaling to you he was close. " Baby.. I-ive missed this.. this pussy so much.. your gonna make..me fill you up." He groaned, his grip on you tightening. "Your gonna take.. all my cum to. Every..last..drop." He said, slamming his hips into yours with every word. You felt your stomach start to cramp and your legs shake. Both of you slowly became louder with your moans, your hands resting on his chest.

You could feel his arms wrap around your waist, hugging you as his body rested on top of you. His thrusts got sloppy, and he at this point, was a whimpering mess. " Oh baby.. im gonna..im gonna cum." he mumbled into your boobs. You tried to tell him the same but you again, felt your high wash over you. Your whole body froze, your vision weirdly went white for a quick 5 seconds. You didnt even realize Simon slamming into you fast, chasing his high. "F-fuck!" You felt his warm cum shoot into you, his body jerking as he tried to stay on top of you. But he failed, collapsing on top of you.

" s-shit.. Simon." you moaned, closing your eyes. His chest rose and fell fast, holding you tight as his cum slowly seeped out of you. He gently pushed himself back into you, wanting all of his cum stuffed into you. " I know baby.." he said, his voice tired.

both of you stayed like this for about 10 minuets. he eventually pulled out, watching your body react. " Are you hurt?" He asked, finally realizing his grip on your hips left finger marks. You smiled and shook your head. " I feel the best ive felt in three months baby.. thank you." You whispered, smiling up at him. He nodded before sliding off the bed. " I know.. I said I wanted to see you in this but. You looked beautiful and sexy regardless." He smiled before placing the box on the floor. You sat up, stretching.

" Lets shower and eat breakfast. We can go shopping. I want today tp be everything you want." He said as he lifted you up bridal style, carrying you to the bathroom. " I love you Simon.." You whispered, watching him as he carried you. He smiled and kissed your nose. " I love you more my love.. ill love you no matter what."

the end

#ghost #simon riley #cod x you #ghostcod #call of duty x reader #ghost x you #Simon Riley x you

[alicerosejensen]

Warning: mention of blood, mention of ptsd in the reader, mention of miscarriage, the reader has encountered a bioweapon in the past, scars, irritated Leon.

synopsis: Despite the fact that three years have passed, the past does not leave you alone. Your nightmares and scars are always a reminder of what you were able to survive.

Note: I tried to play this scenario with Leon but I never managed to bring him to the emotions that I wanted from him. Therefore, there will be one very tense moment with the reader and Leon.

It was not worth starting a relationship with a person if you yourself still can not deal with your demons.

All the horrors experienced have remained officially documented by the BSAA and are marked "classified". For three years now, a thick folder has been gathering dust in the archive with all the photographs from the scene of the incident and, probably, more than a hundred sheets of a written report with dry statements of facts. But the paper will never convey the emotions that you experienced. It even looked like a mockery from the guys from the Alliance, although you actually owe Chris Redfield a lifetime for the fact that he was able to save you, but you didn’t feel a ny gratitude to him after all these interrogations.

Some part of you was even angry at him for some reason, although you didn't understand what exactly you were angry at him for, but you were under a special protection program because the bastard who gave you a personal hell was still alive.

You have so many scars… not only on the soul, there are a lot of them on the body. The largest was left to you by a creature that dug its claws deep into your shoulder and part of your back. It's a miracle that you survived after meeting him. However, your friend and fellow student Lucas was able to sew up the wound without anesthesia, which is why you now have a terrible scar with uneven edges. Sometimes, in particularly rainy weather, it even seems to hurt.

You once joked that if you got into a house with monsters, you would be the very character who would have died at the beginning of the movie. It's just the will of fate, on the contrary, you were the only one who survived in that hell, while others died a cruel death.

On nights like these, you wake up in a cold sweat. You shivered from the cold as you jumped up and down in bed from another nightmare. The TV was illuminating the dark room, showing some kind of comedy show. Outside, thunder rumbled with might and main, and heavy rain poured down so that the neighboring high-rise building across the road was hard to see. Cool air circulated through the room through the open window, forcing you to put your arms around your shoulders and get out of bed to lower the glass. In one sweat-soaked T-shirt and shorts, you were uncomfortable, especially since your heart was beating wildly, trying to cope with fear. Leon wasn't around and you had no idea if he was in his apartment or still on a mission he never talked about.

But it was even better. You don't have to see his sour face, because you don't understand the reason for these nightmares, because you never told him about it, even though he was a government agent, and you couldn't help but think that Leon had long ago requested all the information about you, right down to dental records. He just respects your boundaries, so he doesn't talk about it, however, no matter how much pressure he has exerted trying to find out the truth over the past few months, now he is telling you that he doesn't own this information. Not yet. Apparently, he respected you very much and that you did not want to talk about what happened to you. He sees such horrors almost every day, and you still cannot forget that sick bastard who dipped your pregnant friend in a solution of piranhas. Her screams and the picture frozen in front of your eyes still make you curl up into a ball, trying to survive another trigger, after which you cannot recover for several hours from the fact that your stomach is turning inside out, and blood is pounding in your ears along with other cries.

Right now you are sitting on the bed, rubbing your face with the palm of your hand, startled by a sharp knock on the door. Nausea kicks in again as you get to your feet and look at the clock on your nightstand at 1:23 a.m. You did not expect guests, but someone very persistently knocks on the flimsy door, and when you finally open it, you see Leon, who is soaking wet through, who also sees that you are not in the best condition.

Nothing new.

You let Leon inside your very small apartment in which you have been living for three years, and he immediately took off his leather jacket, hung it on a hook, and put the gun on the cabinet next to where the vase with the keys lay.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, rubbing your shoulders, silently looking at him as he took off his shoes and placed them next to yours.

"Are you okey?" he asked in an unruffled voice. Almost annoyed, looking straight into your pale face. You were still shaking and your bedding was completely disheveled.

"Yeah" Your voice gave out a completely different intonation. you haven't been fine for a long time "I'm fine".

"I see," he almost quipped, but you ignored the sarcasm. "Do you even sleep without me, my little china?"

"When you came back?" quietly asked you ignored his question.

"A couple of hours ago. Got caught in the rain"

He stood up to his full height hugging you. His hands were ice cold, but Leon himself remained warm, like a heating pad at the perfect temperature. His scent entangled your nose and strong arms inspired a sense of security. He put his hand on the back of your head, feeling that even your hair was sweating.

Officially, you have not parted, and his presence testified that he still cherishes you. Leon's lips touched your right temple, while his hands pressed you closer to it.

"I could run the bathtub for you. You're all wet and shivering"

At one time, you thought you could drown in the feeling of love. As if the awe at the sight of this man could help to displace all this horror and help you start life from scratch. But it was only a short-term effect. Leon Kennedy is like a good painkiller that temporarily dulls your post-traumatic syndrome so that you can sleep peacefully for at least one night without twitching, screaming or jumping out of bed. But like any other medicine, it has the property of stopping the miraculous effect. Leon had angelic patience, he did not rush you, hope that in time you will tell him everything yourself, but it was no longer enough. To be more precise, his patience was almost over two months ago, and then he was called on a mission and you did not discuss this incident in such a way.

Maybe it was his belated "forgive me?" You thought about it when you heard him draw water in the bathroom, it's even a little funny. Because about four hours ago you were lying on the tile trying to cope with another attack after which there was a huge mess. You could literally feel this oppressive atmosphere on your skin when he opened the door and saw the scattered shampoos and shower gels along with various lotions and other things. Leon even put a little order there, although sometimes it already seemed that it was easier to burn down this apartment and repair it again.

And yet he didn't say anything. A couple of minutes later he found you sitting still in the semi-darkness on the bed. It would have been worth turning off the TV, but you couldn't fall asleep in complete darkness, so Leon did it instead of you, holding out his hand to you to get into the bath with you and warm up a little. A chill ran over your skin causing a herd of goosebumps when he helped you take off your wet T-shirt and throw it into a full laundry basket along with the rest of the things that should have been washed long ago.

His head was resting on your shoulder while his hands, warmed in hot water, were hugging your belly. Leon didn't ask any questions, but you could feel all his fatigue. Not only from the mission that ended, for the most part, you and your distrust were the cause of fatigue.

There were no words at all, even when, after bathing, he wrapped you in a terry towel, finding clean things in a half-empty closet. Leon straightened the bedclothes while you were sitting on a chair in only your panties and his old red shirt, which was too big for you. In fact, you were literally drowning in it, but at the moment it was the only clean thing in your wardrobe.

"Will you sleep with me?" - an awkward question that stumped him for a second when he looked at the battered you, but Leon came to his senses pretty quickly with a quick nod of his head. "I promise I won't kick painfully in my sleep"

You tried to smile but he didn't seem to appreciate your attempt.

"You're mad at me right?" You knew without his confirmation that yes. But he was most likely not angry, but offended by your distrust, however, if you started telling him, in the end you would only drown even more in those bloody memories that haunt you.

And you knew why. Leon's face was completely haggard, but at the same time his gaze became completely empty. He didn't even look at you. He threw a pillow at the head of the bed and was silent because he knew that now, touching on this topic, in any case, everything would end in a quarrel. Because Leon is tired of losing.

On the other hand…he still loved you and it's not so easy to do something with his feelings. You didn't get an answer from him, but you felt the man's fingers gently tracing along the line of your scar on your back, smoothly passing to your shoulder. He saw similar ones, knew that he could leave a similar trace, but he only assumed that you saw some kind of bioterrorist attack. Maybe you've been to Terragrigia? hunters left similar scars.

Leon continued to look at your back, running his finger over other small marks, so you tried not to flinch from his touch, although they evoked unpleasant memories from three years ago. It would be better if he shouted at you, but kept silent! This silence was more frightening than quiet rage. Leon put his hand on your stomach, and you felt him pressing you to him, nuzzling your neck. Of course, it doesn't take a lot of intelligence to understand that you didn't sleep, just like him, but he still needed time to digest your miscarriage in his head, while you had already let go of this situation.

You remember the delay and the two strips on the pregnancy tests that Leon found later. In fact, you didn't even have time to get used to the idea of motherhood because there was such a mess in your head that there was simply no place for a child there. Well, Leon's work practically excluded the presence of a family, but this did not mean that somewhere in his contract a similar clause was written. He wanted his family, even if at least one child, but your pregnancy was definitely not planned.

It just happened that way.

You thought that he would be angry, that he would shout at you and destroy you completely, but the second he knelt down in front of you, his hands closed on your lower back and his head pressed against your belly. He was scared, but Leon was glad. He is not the kind of person in whom happiness spills over the edge, his work has made him quite detached and stingy with emotions in a sense, but you saw in these blue eyes a dream and hope. Leon wanted to give his child something that he himself did not have, and at the same time hoped that this circumstance would help you let go of what you never told him.

Peace flowed through his veins, allowing him to build bright dreams in his head about a small family to which he could return and seek healing after meeting BOW. However you needed healing too!

Constant fear, lack of appetite against the background of strong emotions from these rolling triggers, incessant stress… Leon fell in love with this child when he could not be called such yet and he took care of you trying to hold you tighter at night so that nightmares would not touch you.

Leon understood what happened when you curled up in a ball again and screamed in your sleep. The lower abdomen was pierced by pain, but in a dream you were torn to pieces by one of the monsters, whereas in reality the whole bed was covered with blood from what you lost baby. He didn't need any words from doctors to understand that he wouldn't become a father. The doctors said that it was possible, that it was not worth dwelling on what had happened and that in the future you could still have children, but Leon turned away and barely held back tears.

Because it wasn't an accident. Not the rejection of your body from a new life because of some incompatibility with him. No, it was because you were still living in a horror that you hadn't told him about until now.

Then Leon got really drunk.

"I'm sorry," you squeaked, watching as she poured the amber liquid into a glass, grinning crookedly. Your miscarriage was just the last straw. You were discharged from the hospital, but you still felt terrible and not so much physically as emotionally.

And Leon was angry. Something inside him snapped…you could tell by the heavy look in his eyes and the way he was clutching the glass in his hand. It wasn't a miscarriage. It was your secret that you didn't want to tell him so much and that you didn't want to plunge into again.

No one had the words. There was only one anger inside Leon that he needed to vent somewhere. You heard his mocking laugh as he turned away from you, pouring himself another shot of whiskey.

"Are you sorry?" he asked again and everything inside you turned cold from his intonation "Are you fucking sorry? Are you serious?! How long is this shit going to go on? What the fuck happened there that you lost my baby because of it?! We've almost become a family!"

It was the end.

You froze when he threw the glass into the wall and it broke into small pieces, making you flinch from the noise. His blue eyes darkened with anger and his lips tightened into one thin line because Leon wanted this child even if you never discussed starting a family. Kennedy wasn't just angry, he was furious. At you.

"Speak!" he ordered, and the tone of his voice made your legs shake, but you still took a few steps back. "I'm tired of this shit. So you either tell me everything yourself or I'll find out for myself."

An opaque hint that he would take advantage of his position as an agent without a second thought and Chris Redfield would lay out that thick folder in front of him. It wasn't a crime. It wasn't your fault when you thought you had pulled out a lucky ticket to the desired trip, but in fact this ticket turned out to be hell. It's unlikely that Leon will get angry at you through what you've been through, he still loves you, he just really hoped that this baby would be healing for you and him.

You just want to forget it.

"Where did you get these scars? What are you so afraid of?"

He asked the same questions over and over again, but now he was doing it so bitterly that in the end your back rested against the wall and there was nowhere else to pay off.

"I can't.." you whispered with your lips almost without making a sound, after which you shuddered when Leon's fist hit the wall and his knuckles broke to blood.

The pictures of what happened rise up again before your eyes, as well as that animal fear of death with which it is impossible to part. Leon doesn't understand that it's hard and scary, but he himself has never really talked about Raccoon City, so you hoped that he could understand why you can't get along with him. Tears are streaming down your cheeks, but he ignores them as well as his own pain in a bloody hand. You both walk on thin ice that is about to crack, dipping your bodies into the icy water of rejection to each other.

Leon is tired of secrets and your "I can't" only spurs his anger.

"Tell me now!" His grin is frightening.

Loen feels the same surge of energy when he saw Patrizio come running to ask him for help after the betrayal. Of course he has no desire to beat you or hurt you in any other way, but he NEEDS to know the truth why it happened. Why your injury prevents you from living.

"Because of this, you lost my baby and I want to know the reason. I could have become a father, we could have become a fucking family if not for your eternal silence! I respected your decision when we met, I was waiting for you to open up to me, but it can't go on forever! I don't have endless fucking patience!"

Then you felt the adrenaline mixed with rage injected into your blood, giving you such strength that you easily pushed Leon away from you, from which he recoiled in surprise, albeit only for a few seconds. He blamed you for what happened, even if he didn't say it out loud, and you tried to overcome the bloody memories that rolled over you in heavy waves. All these terrible deaths…. which your classmates and teacher didn't deserve such a cruel death, their screams that wake you up almost every night, you literally survived all the hell rides before Redfield pulled your ass out of there, but mentally you're still there.

He was partly right when he suggested that you start seeing a therapist to deal with this. But you couldn't go because you were trying to escape from your own fear.

"This is my personal!" With the same rudeness in her voice, you shouted in his face. "This is something that only concerns me! You also never talk about what happens on your missions!"

You tried to hit him with words in response, but Leon easily parried you.

"Don't confuse my work with my personal life! I don't even have the right to tell anyone about it, but we are together. I wanted to help you! You know, that's what people do when they love each other - they help each other, provide support! But you always push me away, but now I have the right to know what happened to you. I respected you and your desire because I understood that you needed time, but this time was more than enough. MY BABY DIED BEFORE IT WAS BORN!

He blamed you for it. Not directly, of course not, but it was even worse. You recoiled from him, felt this pang of guilt that he was trying to instill in you, and you yourself stopped understanding whether it was your fault or it was just an unfortunate coincidence. You were able to say so much shit to each other without insults in a short time, but then when you needed his support the most, Leon cracked.

"I want to hear it from you and not from Redfield," he said, but hot tears of resentment were already flowing down your cheeks, "I tried not to mix work and my personal life, so I never climbed further than I could, preferring to wait for you to trust me with your pain, to share it with me, but what happened…" His the voice became calm, but there were still notes of irritation in it. "I need to know. It's not just your personal anymore, it hurt both of us."

At that moment, it seems that time has stopped. You heard the slow sound of the hour hand on the clock and even his heavy breathing, feeling at the same time a piercing look to the depths of your soul at yourself, the onslaught of which you could not withstand, lowering your eyes like a guilty child.

It was too much for you to handle. Swallowing saliva, you sat down on the couch, hearing him exhale noisily while closing his eyes.

If only you could turn back time… but it's not even that Leon finds out what happened there, but that he doesn't understand how much it hurts you.

"I need to know." he repeated again.

The minutes of silence seemed like an eternity. You continued to cry, biting your lips until they bled, just not to sob. For a brief moment, you really tried to force yourself to tell him everything, but your brain put some kind of blockage, which made the words stuck in your throat and thoughts began to get confused turning into porridge. You just couldn't do it, and in the end, without hearing the answer, Leon just slammed the door.

You knew that when he came back, the truth would come in soon. On the one hand there was a feeling of betrayal and on the other of lightness.

But in the end, all the tears and sobs finally burst out, forcing to drown in this abyss of suffering again.

Leon had his own experiences and demons that he encountered at work, but that year destroyed you forever and no love with support is able to glue the broken parts of the soul.

He was a government agent.

You are a student who fell into the clutches of a mad psycho who turns people into monsters. These rivers of blood in which you had to swim to escape did not make you an invincible armada. They've made you a shadow of your old self.

Leon Scott Kennedy was not on your side and you were slowly burning in this flame alone.

And then he sent a short text message in the morning that he was urgently called and he would not be home for a while. You noticed this message only after two days of mutual silence. Then you went back to your apartment.

This folder is on his desk. Closed, although he tried to open it and find out the reason. It only took a couple of calls and a little bit of annihilation for Hannigan to get all the information on you. Leon did not expect that besides this yellow folder you had some dark spots in your biography. They weren't there, but the way Redfield gave him the papers made him realize that the case was rubbish.

He didn't open it. He was given a copy that is lying and gathering dust at his house. Three months of no connection and Leon just hugs you to him like before and you fall asleep while he tucks his wet hair behind his ear. Of course you won't tell him anything, but for the first time in many months, your dream turns out to be dreamless, which is why in the morning, despite the cold walking around the apartment and the same disgusting weather outside, you wake up refreshed, enveloped in the warmth of Leon's body.

Part of him still thought he had a right to be mad at you, but the other part hated himself for that night. Leon hated to see your tears and preferred to do everything possible to make a smile appear on your face, but after that the split in your relationship was too strong.

And yet you somehow strangely influenced each other instilling hope for the best. Inside, the long-awaited peace immediately spread, forcing all experiences to retreat.

The dampness outside the window, the quarrel, the loss of the child that Leon wanted so much that he even started looking for a house where the three of you could live - it's all left somewhere behind. It was just him and you right now. His lips gently touched the scar line on your back, kissing it. Maybe you just need more time, some people sometimes take several years to finally reveal their secrets. However, it would really be easier to pretend that Leon miraculously found out everything himself. You thought that was why he behaved like that.

However, he could never look into this part of your life without permission. Instead of questioning, you felt his kisses on your cheeks and temple, and the way his hands gripped you tightly as you lay wrapped in a blanket.

"I thought about breakfast but we overslept it" he smiled.

Indeed, the clock on the bedside table showed almost noon. You would actually sleep a little more like this in his arms and luckily for you, Leon allowed your brain to enjoy the long-awaited rest.

A few more tender kisses and a change of position in bed made you doze off listening to the falling raindrops outside. Leon also seems to have closed his eyes from accumulated fatigue.

now his palm is stroking your back under the covers gently soothing you. Even breathing and trembling eyelids in a dream testifies to the sensitivity of your sleep, but Leon knows how to be quiet. His thumb draws circles on your back as his lips caress your forehead. He really regretted his words but not his actions. He needed to talk about what was going on. This may not be right, but his patience is by no means unlimited, so he was going to open that folder with your information soon.

Leon believed that this now applies to him, too. His lips smoothly touch the small scar on your forehead peeking out from under your hair. You startled but didn't wake up.

after about a couple of hours, Leon still made you get out of bed and eat despite the lack of appetite. A couple of sandwiches and coffee to cheer up, in fact, there was little in the refrigerator for cooking something more complex. Therefore, you ate what was. Then you asked him a question.

"Have you...been with Chris?" asked awkwardly as Leon tapped his fingers on the tabletop.

again that heavy look of his. Sometimes you thought he didn't need any weapons. It is enough just to look at the enemy and he himself surrender to him.

"I still want to hear the truth from you and not from a dry text"

He didn't lie. You looked at him thinking that it would be better if he did not come at all. Leon never shared his experiences and you didn't want to load him with yours.

He didn't say a word about Raccoon City, so why should you share what you've been through with him?

"Chris gave me all the papers but I didn't have time to go through them." he answered honestly.

He thinks that you will hate him if he crosses this line. It is worth opening that folder once and everything that you have built together will finally collapse.

"So maybe you shouldn't stick your nose in my business?" The way you snapped at him made him smirk.

"Your business or yours with Chris?" counter attack. Redfield has kept you on top of his head ever since in case they want to take you again. "Let's settle this issue once and for all"

You startled. Unpleasant vibrations ran through his body from the intonation in his voice.

"It was a bioweapon. Hunters?" Leon assumed it was because of the scar. He was right when he suggested that it was a bioweapon, only you had no idea what this fanged creature with razor-sharp claws was called.

"I have no idea," you still rudely replied. You weren't even lying though.

The only major unpredictable monster was the man behind it all and not these creatures.

"Haven't I even earned a drop of your trust? We've been together for quite some time. We ate, we slept in the same bed, we had sex... we have a relationship with you and this relationship implies trust between partners!" Leon raised his voice, gripping the tabletop with his knuckle-whitened hand. You narrowed your eyes at him while he did not understand this stubbornness.

"This is what I want to forget and not remember!" you raised your voice in response, thinking that he was going too far. "Stop it! Just because Redfield knows everything doesn't make him special, he got me out of this shit, that's the whole story!"

"I want to know what the hell was that! Where the hell did you get in that you jump up every night and lie like a beaten animal?!" He believed he had a right to know. He waited too long, he calmed you, put you in order, but any patience comes to an end.

Leon spent a night in Raccoon City that changed his life forever. You spent almost a year in the wilderness watching friends and innocents die.

One has only to think about these nightmares, as they cover with the head. At some point, obsessive thoughts of suicidal content even began to creep into you, and there was a moment when Leon even took the knife from your hands, fearing your gaze. The same knife that Redfield allowed to keep.

"I can't..." Your heart rate increased so much that it seemed to jump out of your chest. Maybe you just need more time. "You can't even imagine what it was like for me there. What I experienced ... it's not that it's so easy to tell, even if years pass, I won't be able to"

Leon took a deep breath. On the one hand, everything was clear to him and he didn’t want to extort the truth from you, knowing that it causes you tangible discomfort, but how to help you if you are silent all the time? It is necessary to treat the disease and not get rid of the symptoms.

"If you can't live without this information, then you can use your government agent connections. I wonder why you didn't do it sooner."

"I want to hear it from you, I want you to trust me." Leon grabbed your hand, lightly squeezing your palm "I hoped that this child would help us, but if we want to move on we must do it together. You and me, not separately"

He was partly right, and that pissed you off. You just wanted to climb somewhere and sit quietly until he left. You've been fighting for so long that now there's no strength left and all you just want is to forget… Leon wants to go through this stage together, but It Can't Last. You can't go forward because you're stuck there. Leon gives you a helping hand, but does not give you the keys to the cage in which your mind is locked.

Mirthless days in which all hopes have passed. You wonder what Leon really wants from you - he's seeking some truth while you continue to grieve for that innocent part of yourself that died. As a result, you meet eyes and Leon offers you only two options for the development of events

"Either we go together or separately"

No third option.

Leon is ready to take nine steps forward to you if you take one step towards him, but he can't drag you on endlessly, no matter how much he loves you. It's right to fight together against common nightmares, Leon is sure that he can help you, only you need to open up to him and trust him. Let that damn folder lie in his desk with all the details, the main thing he needs to learn from you.

You have a choice and you look at him with eyes full of tears standing at a crossroads like then. The butterfly effect where your decision will easily affect the further outcome of events. You rub your shoulders feeling a slight chill and in fact the tea that Leon made for you has been cold for a long time, you had no idea how long you had been sitting at this table.

To remember everyone who died there, and how at some point you were left all alone with your main fear - loneliness. While Leon is patiently waiting for your answer, you want things to be completely different. He wants it too, but you can't change the past. You can't resurrect the dead, and your hands still remember how to reload weapons, although you had to learn it right away in practice.

It makes no sense to measure your injuries, Leon faces this almost every day, but he never considered your injury to be nonsense. He's realized what it's like to live with a nightmare inside of him, and the last thing in the world he wants is for it to ever ruin you, but when he reaches out to you, he hopes that you will grab him tightly so that he can pull you out of this sucking swamp.

In the end, you look back at him after making a decision. Gathering your thoughts, swallowing a bitter lump that prevents you from speaking, you get up from your chair and go to the bookshelf from where you take out a worn polaroid photo of your group from the book. A photo taken three years ago shortly before all the traumatic events. Five smiling successful students and a respected group leader. He was almost sixty, but he looked very good… true, you do not remember his gray, well-groomed beard, but his body dismembered in two.

Then you didn't know that you would be the only one alive in this photo.

You hand it to Leon, sitting back down, wiping the tears from your cheeks. Thoughts are confused, as are words. Leon seems to look at the extended photo without emotion, recognizing only you on it, but understands that you will go through this together.

"It's hard, but I'll try. Maybe not right away, but I will"

Leon puts the photo on the table and nods at you, taking your hand in his, after which you feel only warmth and peace helping to start a long, hard story.

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PARING - anthony lockwood x gn!reader

ONESHOT - in which you still haven't recovered from the job and lockwood comforts you

TRIGGERS - mentions of death and nightmares

A/N - this is pure fluff | please mind any typos or grammar errors, i am my own editor and I may not be able be able to get everything 

WORD COUNT - 1.0k

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THE STREETS of London weren't busy this time of day, yet I still find myself staring outside watching for any change in motion. It was early morning; the four of us, Lockwood, Lucy, George, and I, just got back an hour ago. They are all long asleep and I should be too. Yet here I am still haunted by the memories of last night. The case shouldn't have taken as long as it did, and it should have been easy. Except the client didn't inform us of the secondary haunting.

But even then, I should have known what I was getting myself into, my parents had died there, and I should have known their ghost would be there. But it threw me off guard. I got ghost-locked, nearly ghost-touched, and put everyone in danger. We could have died just because my parents were there, haunting me, seeking me out.

"y/n?" A voice called shaking me from my thoughts.

I turned around to see Lockwood, he was in a white t-shirt and grey sweats, his hair messier than ever, and somehow his eyebags were more prominent. I gave a slight smile turning to face him fully.

"What are you doing awake?" He paused tilting his head, "Are you crying?"

"Oh, sorry I didn't notice," I wiped my tears I didn't know I had before answering his question, "Just can't sleep."

It wasn't a total lie, but I was not about to tell him that I couldn't sleep because of the nightmares the job caused every time I closed my eyes. Yet somehow he seemed as if he knew that is what it was.

Without saying another word Lockwood takes a few steps forward and engulfs me in a large hug. He rests his head on mine. I hug back, but as I do tears start to leave my eyes. Within a few seconds, I am sobbing into his chest.

"It's okay, cry it out. You're okay. I'm okay. Lucy and George are okay. Everyone is okay now. You can cry," He whispered to me, rocking me back and forth.

We sat there for a while, just hugging without saying a word. Sitting in ever-lasting silence.

"I could have gotten you killed," I spoke softly, scared of breaking the silence.

"It's not your fault, y/n," He muttered, "You didn't know."

"I knew they died there, but I didn't even stop to think they also could have been haunting the place," I backed away from him, the loss of contact only made me more upset. 

"We were told it was only one haunting," he talked slowly, frowning, "No one blames you."

"I just- I wish I could have done something," I looked down at my feet sheepishly before feeling a hand reach my chin. Lockwood forced me to look up at him. His eyes are stern as if he was trying to tell me I was being stupid.

"Listen to me, it isn't your fault. No one blames you. After it was broken you did everything you needed and more. You were amazing out there, I promise."

"Thank you," I whispered before realizing my eyes had looked down at his lips.

I looked back up at him. We sat there in silence, just staring into each other's eyes, waiting for the other to move. Eventually, he quickly glanced at my lips and gave me a questioning look. I nodded slightly.

His hand found its way to my cheek as he leaned in. His lips met mine. His kiss was soft and genital, almost as if he was scared to break me. He broke it but didn't move his face, away from mine. Rather he leaned his forehead against mine. We stood there for a while, both happy with the kiss. I wonder how long he has been waiting to do that because it seems like I have been waiting years. 

"Come on, let's get you to bed," He said slowly before backing his head away from mine. I frowned at the loss of touch once again.

Before I could move I felt his arms wrap around my waist. I raised my eyebrows in confusion before realizing he was picking me up. I gave a slight gasp before wrapping my arms and legs around him, scared I would fall. I buried my head in his neck, afraid to look at the floor. In response he grabbed onto the bottom of my thighs, securing me even more.

I could feel his chest rise to realize he was laughing at me, I muttered a quick "shut up" to which he had no response.

He carried me out of the living room and up the stairs to the attic where I shared a room with Lucy. Once we had reached my bed he put me down. He gave me a quick kiss on the forehead before turning to leave. I grabbed his arm down to his wrist, holding him for a second.

"Wait, Lockwood," I called quietly, attempting to not wake Lucy. He hummed in response, turning to face me fully. "Please, stay with me. The nightmares, they're just..."

"No need to explain yourself, love, I'll stay. We will just have to make sure we wake up before George and Lucy, or we will never hear the end of it." He walked back next to me as I let go of his wrist.

I moved under the covers and over to the other side of the bed. Staring at Lockwood as he climbed in next to me. I laid back, not expecting Lockwood's arms to wrap around my waist and pull me close to him. My back was now against his chest and his legs intertwined with mine as we were both curled into a ball. I tugged on his rough hand and interlaced them. I could feel a smirk grow on his face onto my shoulder.

I felt more comfortable than ever. I felt safe, wanted, and possibly needed in his arms. I closed my eyes and it was like all of my problems went away.

I just cannot comprehend that I am in the arms of Anthony bloody Lockwood. All because I asked him to stay. All because I needed comfort. Now he is laying next to me, spooning me, in my BED.

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[wandering-winchesters]

Darkest night

Dean x reader.

Word count: 1,083

Trigger warning: grief, death

Synopsis: the reader finds out someone she loves passed away, Dean comforts her. Masterlist

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I have always been able to tell when my walls are creeping up. I always know when I am starting to shut down and returning to the darkness that I’m all too comfortable to reside in when it overwhelms my senses.

I glance down at my phone, laying haphazardly on the floor, where I had dropped it after receiving the call that changed the course of my night. Hours had passed since that call ended. Yet, here I am, sitting on the cold tile floor. Pins and needles ran up my legs and all through my toes. Yet moving, was not a priority.

I was alone. Sam and Dean were gone on a hunt, not set to return any time soon. I had stayed behind this trip, in order to try to catch up on some sleep and recover from the nightmare of the last hunt.

Ping

I jump, snapped out of my thoughts as Deans name popped up on my phone, he had texted me. I try to gather the energy to just unlock my phone and read what he had sent, however, it did not come. I close my eyes, embracing the burning feeling that follows. Tears. So many tears have fallen in the last few hours. The sleeves of the shirt I’m wearing, soaked through with my tears, my cheeks raw, from wiping those tears away.

I’m almost grateful to be alone, not wanting anyone to see me in this place of utter weakness and sorrow. Dean would certainly poke fun, or think less of me. We have all lost people that we love, yet when it happens to Dean or Sam, I would not find them slumped on the floor of the bathroom. For hours at a time. Sobs rack my body, I don’t bother to try and keep them in. What’s the point?

I am so wrapped up in my thoughts I do not hear the impala pull up to the bunker. I miss the sounds of the boys making their way inside, dropping their gear and calling out my name. In fact, if it had been a demon or something less friendly, then it probably would’ve gotten the jump on me.

As it is, the door to the bedroom creaks open and I freeze. Unaware of who is making their way towards the bathroom.

“Y/N?”

Dean, it’s Dean. He knocks before calling my name again.

“I’ll be out in a bit, I’m okay.” I say, having to clear my throat a few times in order to get the words out. My voice raw and quiet.

“Y/N, let me in. I know you’re not really okay sweetheart. I could hear your sniffles from a mile away.” I can hear the concern in his voice, the way he calls me sweetheart. The name he saves for me when he’s worried about me.

“It’s unlocked, De.” I say, my voice barely a whisper. The door slowly creaks open and I hear him sigh as I keep my eyes trained on the floor. I can hear him move towards me shortly before his boots come into my line of sight.

“What’s going on, Y/N?” He questions as he squats down in front of me, placing a hand on my knee.

I shake my head, the words failing me as the tears continue to stream down my face. I shudder, biting my lip as his hand cups my face and pulls my chin up, making me look at him.

“I got a call, they’re gone De.” I whisper, communicating the message that had caused me to spiral hours before. All of these years, all of the things that I know how to stop. Yet death, still something out of my control.

“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I should’ve been here for you.” He sits down next to me now, tugging me into his embrace. He guides my head into the crook of his neck while his hand works its way into my hair.

My body ached when he moved me, my muscles cramping after sitting on the floor for as long as I did. Completely overwhelmed and shutting down to my surroundings.

“I don’t know what to do De.” I mutter, my tears finally slowing. I try to tune out every thought and emotion and just focus on the embrace of my best friend. The smell of his cologne, the way his hand gently works it’s way through my hair.

“Just breathe sweetheart, it’s gonna be okay. I’ve got you. ‘M here.” His grip on me never loosening.

The next few hours are a blur. I’m not sure when he got me up off the floor of the bathroom. Or when he tucked me into bed.

But here I am, hours later staring at the ceiling, having awoken a little while ago from a nightmare.

I pull the covers back, snagging a blanket from the end of my bed and wrapping it around my shoulders before walking down the bunker hallway. I wander to Sam’s room, planning to ask him how the hunt went and to just talk for a bit to get my mind off of my thoughts. My plan changes once I see his lights are all off and I can hear quiet snores from the other side of his door. I silently tip toe my way back to my room, not wanting to disturb either of the boys rest.

“Y/N, you okay?”

I jump, almost losing my balance, caught off guard by Dean standing in the doorway to his room, sleep marks still covering his face as he gazes at me with tired eyes.

“Yeah, I’m good Dean. Just couldn’t sleep.”

He yawns, opening his door the rest of the way and extending his hand towards me.

“C‘mere, my beds too big for just me anyways.” I begin to protest but he shoots me a look. “You can either walk yourself to my bed or I can carry you there, your choice sweetheart.” He winks at me, gesturing for me to come towards him.

I oblige, and quickly cross the threshold into his room and climb under the warm sheets that I’ve come to love more than my own.

He climbs in next to me, quickly pulling me into his embrace. I allow my senses to be overwhelmed by his being once again.

“Thank you.” I whisper, almost too quiet for him to make out.

“Always, Y/N.” He yawns, his eyes fluttering shut as he cradles me against his chest.

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Tolkien Family Week, Day 1: Parent-Child (aka, Éomer becomes a father)

Hey, welcome to my trip through Rohan for @tolkienfamilyweek! For this prompt, of course my mind went right to my #1 guy, Éomer Éadig, and how he would feel when becoming a father for the first time, particularly in light of all the loss he’s endured, including both of his own parents.

While I wrote this for TFW, I still wanted it to be consistent with my personal head canon for Rohan. So, as a reminder, in my world Éomer got married after the war to his childhood best friend, Mereliss, who is a daughter of Elfhelm (I’ve just always wanted to see him with a Rohirrim even though that’s not canon!). There’s also a brief mention of Bryttalif, who is Háma’s wife in my HC, but she’s here because she’s the midwife in Edoras.

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Another muffled cry of pain escaped from the room next door, followed by the quieter sound of whimpering. Éomer’s leg, which had been jogging up and down with nervous energy all evening, now hammered with such force that the cups on the table before him started to shake. Elfhelm put one steadying hand on his ale mug, which was slowly vibrating its way toward his lap, and the other on his son-in-law’s shoulder. 

“Try to stay calm. I know this is hard, but it’s going to be alright. I promise.”   

Éomer grunted in response and his knee stilled, but the anxious energy merely transferred to his hands instead. He began to chew a fingernail, stopping only to turn every so often and look at the closed door at the far end of the room, staring intensely as though he could will it to open if he simply watched it closely enough.

“It is not unusual for these things to take many hours,” Elfhelm said, reading the thought behind Éomer’s repeated looks. “You just have to be patient and try not to think too hard about what may be happening in there right now. Put that part out of your mind and focus your thoughts instead on how happy you will be when this is over.”

Just at that moment, another wail rang out, starting as a sharp, loud cry and fading into a desperate, guttural sob. All color drained from Éomer’s face.

“I don’t know how you expect me to ignore that!” He sputtered out the last word, flinging a hand in the direction of the cries. “Surely something is going horribly wrong, and instead of helping I’m just sitting here, utterly useless. It is intolerable.”

He stood to rush from the room, but Elfhelm rose with him and blocked his path with a firm palm on his chest. 

“I understand how you’re feeling. Believe me, I do. I’ve been through this before, you know. But as distressing as it is, what you’re hearing is normal. This is a painful business. And the people who are already in that room know far more than you do about how to handle it. Bryttalif is an expert. She will let you know if and when you need to be in there.”

Éomer sank back down into his chair, elbows on his knees with his eyes to the ground and his fingers laced through his hair behind his head. He took several deep breaths, blowing out each exhalation through gritted teeth. “It does not seem fair,” he murmured. “Maybe I should be glad to have the easy part, but I would take her pain from her in an instant if I could.”

Elfhelm gripped his shoulder. “I know you would.” 

They sat in silence for a time, each lost in his own thoughts, until the sound of a turning doorknob was finally heard and both men rocketed to their feet. With his heart in his throat, Éomer watched Bryttalif step into the room, wearing a blood-stained apron and wiping her hands with a dampened towel. She dropped into a brief curtsy before raising her eyes to speak, and Éomer felt as though he lived several lifetimes in those final few seconds of waiting. 

“Éomer King, it is my honor to tell you that you have a beautiful baby girl.” She smiled broadly. “The queen is recovering, and she and your daughter are waiting to see you now.”

“A daughter?” Éomer’s face transformed in an instant, glowing with happiness, relief, and a thousand other feelings he could not have articulated. “I have a daughter!” He turned to Elfhelm and threw himself into the older man’s arms, burying his face in Elfhelm’s shoulder to hide his tears. They stood quietly together for several long moments before Éomer broke away and bounded joyfully over to Bryttalif, lifting her up and spinning her around as she laughed and blushed. 

Elfhelm watched Éomer’s elation with bemused pride before once again putting a hand on his shoulder to calm him. “Don’t waste your time out here with us, my boy. Get in there and see your wife and child! And tell Mereliss I love her and will be waiting here if she needs me.”

Éomer nodded and hurried off behind Bryttalif, back on her feet and headed into the bedchamber next door.  After showing him in, the midwife and her assistant quietly excused themselves to allow the new family a moment of privacy. 

From the doorway, Éomer observed his wife, her hair gathered in a sloppy bun and a slight sheen of sweat still on her forehead but radiant with exhausted triumph. In her arms was the baby she had carried and delivered for him, swaddled already in a warm blanket against the drafty coolness of the chamber. He felt overwhelmed by love–for Mereliss, for their baby, for Elfhelm and Bryttalif, for anyone and everything in the world that had brought him to this moment of pure happiness.

He came to Mereliss’s side and gently tucked some loose tresses behind her ear. She looked up at the touch and leaned her cheek into his palm with a smile.

“I named her Sigewyn. I hope you approve.”

Sigewyn. Joyful victory. He could not have imagined a better choice. 

“It is perfect, just as you are perfect and she is perfect and my life right now is perfect.”

Mereliss patted the bed next to her. “Would you like to hold your daughter?” 

He slowly lowered himself to the bed, feeling abruptly nervous, almost bashful. When he 

had carefully lifted Sigewyn from Mereliss’s chest and laid her awkwardly in the crook of his arm, he looked back at his wife. “I…is this…am I doing this right?”

She beamed at him. “You look wonderful together.”

With Sigewyn in his arms, he was immediately more aware of his own body. His imposing strength and size presented a stark contrast to the impossibly tiny, delicate infant that was now nestled against his chest, whose head fit easily into the palm of his rough hand. And though he had a natural and graceful agility in his ordinary life, while brandishing a sword or swinging in and out of a saddle, he felt suddenly clumsy and tentative as though the simplest movement on his part could hurt or disturb this most precious of fragile things. He kept motionless, even slowing his breathing to a slow, shallow pace, but his eyes actively soaked in every detail, and he was instantly besotted with all that he saw, from her rounded little cheeks to the dusting of golden hair on her head and her large hazel eyes that matched his own. Contented tears slipped from his chin and onto the blanket that protected his newest, greatest treasure.

Mereliss reached up to brush a tear from his cheek, and he laughed a little at himself as he sniffled. “Look at me, head over heels already. She’s just like her mother—it took less than an instant for her to fully own my heart.” 

Mereliss smiled. “I am happy to share it with her.”

He thought quietly for a moment before inhaling a long, shaky breath and blowing it out again slowly, trying to master his feelings. “I wish that my parents could see her.” It came out almost as a whisper.

“Me too.” She leaned over to kiss his shoulder. “But a part of them lives on in her now. She will carry on their legacy.”

He nodded and looked back down at Sigewyn. She would, in fact, grow up to have Éomund’s indomitable courage and Théodwyn’s infectious laugh, just as she would be tenacious like Éowyn and quick-witted like Mereliss. She would have Éomer’s own easy ability to make friends, and Elfhelm’s unflagging optimism.  She would become a strong and capable woman, the first to inherit the throne of Rohan and rule as queen in her own right. But none of that mattered now, not to him. There was nothing she needed to do, no way that she had to look or think or act, in order to earn his love. 

She had it, now and forever, simply by being his. 

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A/N: As requested by @positivitylane112 here's jealous Eddie! I...uh, it came out as a whole different thing (mix of a short story and HC's) and I'm not- sure if I like it myself so... Um, hope you like it...😵‍💫

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Anyway, drink water, love ya, sugar! 💖✨

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Jealous Eddie is a clingy Eddie. What, did you expect him to just accept the fact that now you talk with some shit-head more than with him? You have a great sense of humor there, sweetie...

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He's not gonna leave you alone- well, only when you go to the bathroom. Every break he spends keeping eye on you, just around the corner. But outside school?... It's only worse. You go to buy some groceries? How unexpecting, he's here too! Sooo... How about you two talk about that one "friend" of yours and how it looks like they're trying to take his place?

Not now...?

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Alright, okay. It's alright. You two are still friends, you can talk whenever you would like to.

Have you decided to go to the nearest park? Expect him to be few meters away, just sitting casually while you shift uncomfortably in place wondering why do you feel these goosebumps all of a sudden.

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In cases like you walking home when its already dark he's insecure. Really insecure. Wait, don't tell him you don't even have anything you could defend yourself with when there could be creepy weirdos waiting in the dark. It's like saying "I'm all alone- please kill me!". But thanks to you, now he's got an argument as to why he follows you at night. If something were to happen, he could help!

If something happens he's kind of frightened at first, but quickly reminds himself that he promised not to run away from trouble. Especially when you were in that trouble.

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Sooo... He's your hero now, right? You're gonna forget about that fake excuse of a friend, and be with him only, right? He saved you, even though he was frightened himself, he helped! You ARE grateful, aren't you?

... "Thank you"...? That's all? What about "You are the best, Eddie. I could never replace you"? And "I love you so so much, please be mine"??... Maybe you just needed time to calm down. It WAS a scary situation after all. It's okay, take as much time as you need, he'll gladly wait til you recover and come to your senses, running straight into his arms.

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But if nothing happens and you safely get to your place he's more than relieved. Actually, he's so happy that in a mere minute, you can hear loud and clear knocking. Just when you opened your front door did Eddie felt embarassed. It's pretty late, and he's just standing here, not knowing what to do nor say himself.

"Uh... Hii Y/N??" He says. "Hi, um, what are you doing here Eddie? Do you need something?"

Fuck. You got him. Think, think, think...!

"Sorry to disturb you at this hour but... Would you like to play instead of Dustin? I-I mean he's sick and you know... And we have uh... We don't have a player in his place..." He said while toying with his fingers. "Oh, I'm sorry Eddie. I don't think I'm good at this game. Really, sorry..." You shifted your gaze down, finding weird interest in something in his pocket.

Eddie sweated a little, nervous as to what were you looking at. Did his penknife was sticking out...?

"You sure? Um, it- it's alright, heheh, so uhh... I've gotta go now, um... Have a good night?" He responded timidly. "...bye." with that your short conversation ended. His hands wandered straight to his pocket, trying to find the source of your interest. Nothing beside a small, dark bottle was here. What the hell were you looking at...?

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It wasn't long until Eddie found a perfect place to observe you from and hopong to add something new in his notes about what you do.

Nothing interesting... Supper, tv, bathroom, bed... Wait... Who are you talking with?... You're giggling?? Okay, calm down Eddie, maybe it's just her parents or something... "Stop it, F/N. You're making me blush."

Alright, what the fuck. He was taking so much time and effort in keeping you safe, happy... and you still decided to talk with that... That fake-ass-so-called "friend" of yours. They had nothing that he could give you. Were you really just slowly replacing him?... No. He's not gonna let you. Not so easily.

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Next days in school were a constant attention from Eddie, with him walking beside you, holding you by putting his arm around your schoulder or just simply keeping your eyes away from everything that might get you an excuse as to why you have to go somewhere so suddenly.

Don't be surprised when he starts asking you if you want to hang out with him. Don't get me wrong, he's not gonna end on only one question when you say "no". You're gonna hear that question at least 17 times a day until you finally say "Okay, okay, just stop".

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Even tho you two were practically inseparable, he still felt that weird tingling on his neck. Like he still didn't have that final puzzle...

"Hey..." He asked. "Yeah?" "You're not gonna talk with that "friend" of yours anymore, right?" Eddie looked at you expecting response right away.

But that didn't happen.

You looked at his sitting- not even an nich away from you- form. Your stares locked in an uncomfortable silence. He repeated, slower than before "Right?".

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"Eddie, honestly, what the fuck?" That was... Unexpected? "What do you mean, Y/N?" Shifting in place, he turned to you fully. You rolled your eyes a little, huffed quietly and said "You're acting weird. Like you're...jealous?"

Eddie looked at you dumbfounded. Coming back to his senses he asked "Me? Jealous?" chuckling he continued "I'm not-". You grabbed his schoulder, pushing it a little "Get a hold of yourself. You think I didn't notice? Eddie, don't hate me for this but I'm slowly moving on, we're not kids anymore."

...what? No, no, no, no. You're... Moving on? Moving on from what? From him?... It was because of F/N, right?

"... Is it because of F/N?" You responded immadietly "No, it's-" "Please, enlighten me, in what case are they better than me? You're acting as if you take them for a role model!" He questioned in a raised tone. "They're not better!" You sighted softly- "Eddie, listen. F/N didn't say a word about me moving on from you, in fact, they-" "Oh, so you're listening to them now, huh?" He said pretentiously, grabbing both of your schoulders- "What, are you guys dating or something? Should I prepare to be your bridesmaid?" His words made your blood boil more and more with every second- "So what if I do, huh?!" He stood up quickly and pushed you back, making you flinch "Ouch-!". "I was there when you needed help, I was the shoulder you could cry on, it was me who kept you happy, and safe and... And I'm the one who deserves something in return!" You could see the little tears that formed in his eyes. "Eddie..."

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#yandere x reader #stranger things #eddie munson #yandere eddie munson #x reader #eddie munson x reader #yandere stranger things

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I'll Ruin You | Eddie Munson x Reader

♥ Summary:  Vecna has been put down, at least for now, but the cost was a little too much for Eddie to take. Then, in the middle of the night, he sees you again- or at the very least, he sees something that has your face. [Eddie Munson x Gender Neutral!Reader] 

♥ Warnings:  Suicidal ideation, grief, general horror, and mild gore.

♥ Word count:  1,708

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,

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Eddie Munson never thought he would have to mourn you.

In all honesty, he had always gone off the assumption that he would meet his end first, and you would be the one mourning him. You’d pick the words for his gravestone, attend his funeral, and maybe you'd even cry over him a little. Eddie had even made you promise him that you wouldn’t let his funeral be lame. Even when he went into the Upside Down, he didn’t think that there was a world where he left that fresh hell and you didn’t.  

But here he was after your funeral, wearing an uncomfortable suit jacket and staring at your empty coffin in silence. He hadn’t been strong enough to save you.

Shit, he hadn’t been strong enough to pull your body out of the Upside Down.  

He could still see it- your body, limp in his arms. Your clothes soaked with your own blood, your skin covered in wounds thanks to those damned bats. He could still hear the monsters screeching, and you- gasping, trying to breathe through the agony. Your last breaths were spent telling him you loved him, telling him not to blame himself, but what else was he supposed to do? He’d failed you. Now, all that was left of you, all that was left of the person he loved, was an empty coffin in an empty room.

With a shaky exhale, Eddie placed his right hand on the box. The ring that had once made its home there was gone now. He’d torn it off months ago, leaving it with your body in another dimension. It felt right to leave a part of him down there with you. This way, he told himself, you wouldn’t be completely alone.

He told himself a lot of things.  

He told himself that it should’ve been him in your place. He told himself that he deserved to die. He didn’t deserve a life or a future- not while you were rotting away somewhere, violently deprived of any sort of future you might’ve had.

As the months passed, he drowned in a sea of grief. Each and every thing in the world reminded him of you, and therefore, each and every thing in the world made him want to join you. All he could think, for all those months, was how willing he would be to trade his life for yours- to sink into a cold, painless abyss, bringing you back to the world of the living. Willing as he was, this was impossible, and so he let the anguish fill his lungs and carry him out to sea.

And then, one year later, just as he started to surface, to recover, you came back.

Kind of. Not really. It’s complicated.

The sun had gone down a few long hours ago. A blue TV screen cast Steve Harrington’s living room in a cold, unforgiving light. Steve himself had stepped into the kitchen, both to put away a few empty beer cans, and to grab himself another drink. Dustin Henderson was dead asleep on the couch, his snores light, and his nap apparently nightmare free. Robin Buckley was in the same condition- out like a light, though she was on the floor instead of an actual piece of furniture. They had to be there. Eddie wasn’t allowed to be alone.

Currently, Eddie was as he had been for the last year- staring into space, missing you, and craving a cigarette.

And then he heard something strange- three knocks, not from the kitchen, or from anywhere else in the house, but from the glass doors leading to Steve’s patio.  

Eddie ignored the sound, assuming that the knocks had some reasonable explanation- maybe it was all in his head, or maybe the house was settling, or maybe it was a bird pecking at the glass or something like that. Honestly, he didn’t care, he just wanted to return to the cold, bittersweet embrace of his own grief.

Too quickly, the knocking came again, growing in volume.

This time, Eddie stilled for a moment, waiting and listening, still clinging to the idea that there was a reasonable explanation for the sound. On another day, he might’ve been right. On another day, the sound might’ve had an average, everyday cause.

But when the knock came again for the third time, Eddie knew that wasn’t the case.

He knew, instead, that someone was knocking on the glass door with intention. Someone wanted to get their attention- that, or someone wanted inside.  

Eddie sat up from his place on one of Steve’s overstuffed armchairs, turning to the door with a little too much speed. He wasn’t sure what he expected to see. A neighbour, maybe? Or some rando off the streets? It could’ve been anything. In full honesty, Eddie half expected Vecna himself to be standing there, or a ghostly version of Chrissy Cunningham, rotting away in her cheerleading uniform as he’d seen her in so many of his nightmares before that night. 

But there was nothing there.

When Eddie sat up and looked out the door, all he could see was the pool-lit patio and the shadowed forest that stretched off endlessly behind it. Outside, nothing moved. The entire world had gone eerily still.

And then, he heard the knock again.

This time, it was from the window behind him, but it was no less intent, and it had only grown in volume. Eddie spun around to look, but again, he saw nothing but the Harrington’s front yard. Outside, the street was dark as pitch, lit only with a now flickering street lamp.

Inside, the light from the TV screen began to flicker. In the backyard, the pool light switched on and off.

Eddie heard the knocking sound again.

He couldn’t exactly place it this time, but he had a horrible feeling that the sound was now coming from inside the house. He also had a feeling that he did not want to handle this shit alone.

He dropped to his knees, shaking Robin’s shoulder semi-furiously, “Buckley? Buckley, wake up, now.”

She didn’t wake up. Eddie stood, turning to the couch and trying to wake Dustin next. It didn’t work. As his words (“Wake up,” “Hey, hey, wake up,” “Time to wake up,” etc.) became a little too familiar, Eddie took a few steps back- enough steps to look into the kitchen. The lights flickered. The faucet ran. Steve was nowhere in sight.

“Harrington?” Eddie called out into the suddenly empty house. There was no reply. When he called out again, three knocks drowned out his voice.

Three became four. Four became five. In an instant, the house was consumed by the sound of knocking, of knuckles rapping on wood and glass and plastic. The volume increased. Eddie couldn’t breathe.  

The echoes of sound in his ears were too much to handle. The living room had grown warmer, uncomfortably so. Eddie could feel everything around him from the seams of his clothes to the dust in the air. He fell to a crouch, his hands covering his ears, his lips moving in a silent plea for all of this to stop.

And it did. For a moment, the world went quiet. The lights in the house, on the street, and in the pool stopped flickering, sweeping everything under a blanket of darkness. There was no sound but the voice of Eddie’s exhausted panting.

And then, the knocking came together, forming a new sound- something unfamiliar to Eddie, something that was nothing like knuckles on wood, glass, or plastic.  

The chiming of a clock.  

The panic that had made a home in Eddie’s chest seemed to explode. He threw himself back, eyes wide, looking around for the source of the noise, whatever it may be. He didn’t find what he was looking for. There was no clock, no demon, nothing- but in the reflection of the glass door to the backyard, he did see something.

You.

Kind of.

You were standing behind him, eyes unseeing, rotting skin marred with bloodied wounds from the demobat attack that had taken your life. He’d seen this before, in his sleep, in his nightmares, but you had never seemed this real- and you had never touched him.

But the hand you placed on his shoulder was as real as the floor beneath his feet. You were there, somehow. You were real this time, and so was the familiar silver band that sat glinting on the ring finger of your left hand.  Slowly, Eddie turned to face you. His breath caught in his chest. Your appearance was not the horrifying visage reflected in the glass door. You appeared as you had in life. Vibrant. Human. Beautiful.

Eddie turned back to check your reflection in the glass, but you stopped him with a gentle hand on his cheek. You turned his face until all he could see was you. You said nothing.  

Then, you took a step back. Then another step, and another, until you were walking away from him, backwards towards the front door. Without thinking, Eddie followed you.

He spoke your name the way some whisper prayers. His eyes were again wide, though this time they were full of hope. Were you back? Did he have you back? He asked you those questions out loud, though he cut himself off with torrents of apologies, and moments where he begged for your forgiveness.

You walked backwards out the front door. He followed you into the street. He blinked. And then you were gone. There was no trace of you left behind. Eddie wanted to lie down right there, in the middle of Steve’s suburban road, and let the wealthy families of Hawkins drive over him with their fancy fucking cars. He was pretty sure they wouldn’t be opposed.

Eddie sighed, assuming that the sight of you and the sound of the clock were manifestations of his grief, but when he turned back to the house, he saw Steve, Robin, and Dustin, scattered across the lawn and in the doorway. In the faint street light, he could see their faces- their eyes were wide open, their mouths agape.

“Am I going crazy,” Robin asked, “Or did you guys see that, too?”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson angst #x reader #eddie munson imagine

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Crooked Ways [11/22]

“Bulma, sweetie, won’t you come eat dinner?”

She didn’t have to wipe any greasy residue from her goggles to know that it was her mother standing in the doorway of the training pod. Despite the hours she’d spent putting more effort into clearing out debris than perhaps it warranted, it was still a mess, jumbled with piles of damaged panels and robot corpses. Bulma returned her attention to the panel she was trying to get off the wall, the scaffolding her dad had helped her bring in creaking dangerously. 

“I’ll come eat later,” Bulma called down. It was all the promise she could do. 

“It is later, honey. Your father is going to take the leftovers to Vegeta soon and heaven knows there won't be anything left for you then!” 

Her stomach flip-flopped like a screw bouncing on the floor before landing with a final spin. Bulma huffed out a breath. It didn’t make the queasy, nervous feeling any better. 

“Alright, alright! Let me take down this panel at least.”

“Thank you, sweetie!” 

Heaving the busted panel over the scaffolding, Bulma let it fall atop its broken brethren with a deafening series of thuds. She hoisted her goggles atop her head before climbing down. Her knees were sore, her arms were sore, her jaw was sore where she’d clenched her teeth in concentration all day. Picking a path around the debris, she decided to pretend like she didn’t see the unmanaged section where Vegeta’s body had protected both her and the panels beneath them from the robotic onslaught. 

She also decided to pretend that reliving those deadly seconds wasn’t morally questionable on every level. Sure, Vegeta had been badly injured, but when he’d pushed her to the floor to shield her; limbs bumping and tangling and his weight descending on her body…the way his hair had tickled her cheeks and his panted, hot breaths had sent shivers from her ear all the way down her spine…

It was later than she realized. Cool night air wrapped her as she trekked across the lawn, grateful to pulled out of that hazy memory before she got inside. The last thing she needed was her parents - or Vegeta - reading what was on her mind as it was written on her flushed face. 

Vegeta ought to still be in bed recovering, not attempting to read her mind. Thank goodness. 

“Did you make good progress?” Her dad asked from the living room while Bulma scooped her dinner onto a plate. 

“Yes,” she called back. “I’ll need help tomorrow clearing the pod before I can put in an order for supplies.”

“Sure.” 

“I was thinking that since the pod is a skeleton right now anyway, it might be a good time to move the gravity sensors from the spaceship into there.” 

“Oh, now! What an intriguing idea.” The newspaper Dad read nightly audibly crinkled. “I suppose it’ll be less work that way. I’d wait to order paneling until the gravity sensors are in, just in case they take up more space than you expect.”

“Good idea, Dad.”

He chuckled. “I’ve been known to have a few of those.” 

Bulma frowned down at her plate, halfway to the rarely used dining table. She didn’t want to watch the soap operas her mother favored (one of which was playing in the living room) but sitting alone felt so…lonely. Her eyes drifted back to the kitchen, where the mounds of leftover food indicated that Vegeta hadn’t had his way with it yet. 

“Have either of you seen Vegeta lately?” she called over. 

“No, sweetie,” Panchy said while a commercial for a restaurant played loudly. “Didn’t you say he was injured?”

“Yes.”

“No, we haven’t heard him or seen him at all.”

So he hadn’t eaten a meal in who knows how long. Those injuries must be worse than she thought, if he couldn’t even drag himself to satiate his Saiyan hunger. If he was hungry. Oh, gosh. That was even worse. 

“I’ll take some food to him,” Bulma said, but neither of her parents heard. Leaving her dinner aside, she rummaged through the kitchen to find a tray. It wouldn’t hold enough for him, but she could take more later. She balanced several dishes on top of each other before lifting it, grunting under the weight and taking measured steps out of the kitchen. 

By some miracle she made it to Vegeta’s bedroom without falling over or dropping anything. A few kicks to the door went unanswered, and finally she shimmied to the side to poke the button with her elbow. The door slid open. 

“Hello? Didn’t you hear me knocking?” 

His bedroom seemed pitch black. If she hadn’t known it was meticulously clean, she’d fear for her life striding across the carpet without visibility. When she got closer to the bed on the far wall, directly beneath a skylight that spread from wall to wall, she heard the covers rustling. 

“What are you doing here?” His voice was more sleepy than angry. Adorable. 

“I brought you dinner.” Bulma stopped, the dishes clattering slightly. She didn’t dare go further. “Sit up.” 

“Unprincipled harpy.” But the rustling increased, and when she peered around the tower of dishes she saw Vegeta sitting upright with a wince, not quite leaning back against a pillow with the blankets bundled around his middle. His face was blueish in the light from above, the distant moon and street lights shining in.

“Generous unprincipled harpy,” Bulma corrected. She laid the tray across his lap, glad that he at least had no injuries there. “How are you feeling?”

Vegeta grunted. 

“That bad?” 

“I’m fine.” 

She knew he wasn’t. She knew it in the purplish bruises around his eyes, the unkept tufts of hair sticking up on his head. He didn’t dive into the food straight away, his lips slightly curled when he saw what was beneath the lids. 

So Bulma plopped herself on the bedspread about where his feet were, beaming over at him. “I’ve started cleaning up the training pod,” she informed him. “And I have good news - Dad and I are going to turn it into a gravity chamber using the materials from the spaceship. Since the pod is all busted up anyway, it’s the perfect time for an update.” 

Vegeta stared, a single blink indicating that he was even alive. 

“Oh! I bet you can’t even see.” She leapt back up to her feet, reaching for the lamp on his bedside table. The warm light made it cozy; he squinted and turned his head away. “Is this my dad’s?” Bulma frowned at the tablet next to the lamp. She’d never known Vegeta to use technology as a hobby before. Mostly he just punched whatever wasn’t working in the training pod. 

“Yes,” he said, finally picking up a pair of chopsticks. 

“Are you done with it? I can return it to him.”

“If you’re so determined to be a servant, then you may do so.”

Bulma sat herself back down, lips pursed determinedly. Vegeta didn’t look up. “I owe you some credit,” she said, teasing lightly. “Taking care of an invalid is no joke. I can feel my skin growing thicker by the second.” 

He cast her a scowl, but it lacked real venom. If human medicine worked on him, now would be the time to dope him up. But they’d already learned it didn’t. 

“How long will it take for the training pod to be ready for me?” Vegeta asked at last. 

“A few days, as long as the gravity sensors from the spaceship are still in working order. But I don’t remember them being broken, so…”

“I am going to train tomorrow.” He said it like it was no more shocking than opening a drawer to find a dozen pairs of socks within. Utterly dull. Bulma’s mouth fell open. 

“You’re a wreck,” she said. “If you train tomorrow, you’ll kill yourself.”

“Oh, please. My organs are all intact. Muscle tears and skin lesions heal extraordinarily fast in my race.” 

“Why do you do this to yourself?” Bulma snapped. He didn’t look at her, but his stoic movements of eating had a brief pause to them. “And don’t say the androids! You’ve said a hundred times you could take them on yourself. If you’re so confident you wouldn’t need to push yourself so hard. So what’s your deal?” 

She didn’t really expect him to answer, and he didn’t. He just continued eating, a grim tightness around his mouth. 

“Ugh. You can act like you’re doing us a favor by ‘saving the world’ or whatever, but you have a lot to learn. There’s no point in saving a world if it’s not worth living a life there. You’d probably be less miserable if you tried to have a life yourself.” 

“I have a life,” Vegeta intoned. 

“Eating, sleeping, and destroying your body in training isn’t a life.” Bulma’s hand inched towards his leg beneath the covers, but it twitched, and she pulled back. She wasn't sure what the point of her lecturing was, only that it made her feel better. 

“It’s the glory of a Saiyan,” he said. 

“Glory is subjective,” she told him. “And you live on Earth, at least for now. There aren’t any Saiyans around to judge your glory. You’re doing it to yourself.” 

He took a deep breath, chest rising with the action. “Kakarot - ”

“Shut up about Goku! He doesn’t care about Saiyan glory either.”

“He does, he simply doesn’t understand it,” Vegeta said stubbornly. “His pride and glory are as much part of his DNA as his hair color or his inherent power.” 

“Well, Goku isn’t as stupid about training as you are,” Bulma said. It was kind of a lie, but Vegeta wouldn’t know. He only grunted in return, stacking his first few empty dishes with an awkward clatter. 

She sighed, leaning back on her hand and gazing up at the skylight. Putting him in this bedroom had been her idea: she’d thought that an alien well-versed in space travel would be comforted by the sight of the moon and stars. Memories of other planets. She hadn’t known Vegeta well back then, only as a villain who was far too cute to be a real villain. But now…now she suspected that any memories he might have wouldn’t be comforting. If his behavior here was any indication, Vegeta wasn’t one to soften and enjoy himself in any situation. 

Her eyes drifted back down to him. His thick, pinched brows, the tight veins in his hands as he held a bowl close to his face. Naturally the sight made her want to return to her indulgent thoughts of his body weight on hers, or the kiss they’d shared so recently and how his mouth had devoured her with far more interest than he was giving the rice. 

It prickled nicely. Bulma smiled. 

“What are you smiling about?” Vegeta asked moodily, not looking up. 

“Oh, nothing.”

“So why are you here? Making sure I don’t throw my supper in the trash?” 

“I wouldn’t expect you to be capable of such waste.”

He grunted. “I’m not.” 

“Exactly.” 

Bulma wondered if they were overdo for a conversation. Conversations weren’t exactly their strong point, but after that kiss…they hadn’t exactly had prime opportunities to discuss if they were on the same page. If they both wanted nothing more of it, if they both wanted more. Or, most likely, it would be to clarify that Bulma wanted more and Vegeta wanted nothing at all. 

Or maybe…

Maybe he needs to know I want to kiss him more, she thought, his bedspread clutched in her fist as her heart began to pick up its pace. He certainly kissed me like he wanted more. Maybe I wasn’t enthusiastic enough. Maybe it’s a Saiyan thing. That I should initiate next. Show him that I’m interested in…something more.

Before she could lose her nerve, Bulma lifted herself to scoot several inches closer to the head of the bed. Vegeta looked up then, finally acknowledging her with narrowed eyes that made her feel further away than she really was. She licked her lips, taking a deep breath. Her heart didn’t slow. 

“What?” Vegeta asked, a tremor of alarm in his voice. 

She ignored him, instead cupping his jaw with her hand and leaning in. Dishes rattled, and her lips pressed lightly against his closed ones. The difference between his tenseness now and the raw yielding of their earlier kiss couldn’t be more vast. But Bulma didn’t mind. She only wanted him to know. To be sure, in case he wasn’t. 

“I’m glad you’re not hurt worse,” she said, because she could think of nothing else to fill the silence when she pulled back. Vegeta was staring, some of his usual hardness softening at the edges. Something like awe made his black eyes simmer like warm treacle. “Enjoy the rest of your dinner.” Bulma stood, pretending to wipe down the front of her jumpsuit. Hopefully she hadn’t gotten any stains on his bedspread. “If you’re still hungry, someone can bring you more.”

“Not you?”

“I have to eat, too.”

Vegeta blinked. “You mean to say you haven't - ” A threat of temper laced his voice. It would never cease to amuse her; how stern and stoic he behaved to reveal at random times the depth of his caring. That he was indignant that she hadn’t eaten dinner yet! 

Bulma laughed as she picked up Dad’s tablet. “See you tomorrow, if only to beat you back into bed to finish healing.” She sent him a wink, which made him blink more. 

She could have danced through the hallways back to the kitchen. Despite the aches and pains of her hard work that day, she felt as light as a feather and more beautiful than a garden. Smiling to herself, Bulma hummed, wishing she could bottle up Vegeta’s earthy scent, his taste on her lips. 

Pausing in the doorway to ignore the voices from the soap opera, Bulma’s fingers tap-tapped on the tablet. What on earth could Vegeta have used it for? Let alone in the state he was in? Her smile descended into a thoughtful frown, and giving no thought for the massive breach of privacy, she turned on the screen. 

He’d been using the internet. Did he even know what the internet was? Her smile returned, opening the search history. 

So! Vegeta was seeking an education. 

How to please a woman

How to please an earth woman

Do earth women feel pleasure

How to make love to a woman

“Wow.” The stunned whisper fell from her lips before she could stop it. It was endearing that Vegeta insisted on referring to earth women as ‘earth women’, when here, they were simply women. He must have figured it out, though. Her stomach fluttered with nerves that weren’t exactly uncomfortable. Excited, maybe. 

Unless Vegeta planned to seduce a different earth woman. 

Last of all Bulma saw a notification at the top indicating a download. Perhaps he hadn’t done that on purpose. She clicked on it, intending to delete it and wipe the history before Dad saw it. The picture Vegeta had downloaded almost made her howl - a horrifically, biologically accurate rendition of internal female organs, marking out various points of pleasure. 

“Wow, Vegeta,” she muttered to herself, but giggled, too. Her face was hotter than a summer’s day in the glare of the sun. “Subtlety isn’t your strong suit, is it? Or technology, for that matter. Imagine if my dad found out you were looking at this.” 

Bulma didn’t regret snooping, because she was finally, finally sure of a question her heart had been asking for so long. 

Vegeta desired her. Even if he didn’t want to, even if it meant nothing to him - he desired her.

#vegebul #bulma x vegeta #dbz #dbz fanfic #dragon ball

[pixlh3art]

i'm recovering from surgery and therefore off my adhd meds so fuck it

Here's 4 Things That I, a Former Computer Technician, Wish Everybody Knew About Technology

I'm not a major expert or anything, but I'm certified for repairs for two of the biggest laptop manufacturers out there, have done not only several in-warranty repairs for those companies, but have also done a few at-home "sure babe I'll replace your laptop battery" repairs for friends/partners. I am also my whole extended family's designated tech support person for all things software. Here we go!

1. When you spill liquid on a device, turn it off, LEAVE it off, and bring it to a technician. Liquid damage to devices does not occur at the moment of the spill, but when electricity goes through wet/corroded transistors. It is NOT a good thing if the device "suddenly works later."

2. Every device that you have that can be used and also move at the same time (laptop, tablet, phone, etc.) has what's called an "SSD," or "solid-state-drive" for its storage. "Storage" is what you actually keep saved on the device, which is different from "memory" (a computer's ability to multitask). SSDs are great, but there's one thing to keep in mind: they really really REALLY don't like being filled to the brim. When they get too full, they essentially lose the ability to actually make any more space, even when you delete something, and that causes all kinds of software issues. Most good SSDs are programmed to prevent this, but you can still manage to screw them up if you try hard enough. Treat every SSD like it's maybe 5GB smaller than it says it is.

3. Turn your devices off every once in a while. Like, idk, maybe once a week. It's good for them. And no, restarting doesn't count, I mean turn them fully, fully off. If you're unsure as to the difference, let me put it this way: imagine you always got 8 hours of sleep, but only 2 hours at a time. Yeah - that's what only ever restarting is like. Turn your phone and your tablet and your computer fully off every now and again. It doesn't have to be for long or anything, just has to be a full shutdown.

4. If you lose the charger for your laptop, do some google research and find out the exact specifications of the charger your computer has - specifically, the wattage. I highly recommend going to the original manufacturer to buy your replacement. I know that a lot of laptop chargers can be hella expensive, but trust me, buying a cheap Amazon charger will become a MUCH more expensive problem later. If you can't get the original charger from the manufacturer, or if you can but it'll ship way too late, at least try to compare the price that they sell it for to what you purchase elsewhere - if it's anything more than like 10$ cheaper than what the manufacturer is charging, then it's suspicious.

TL;DR: if you spill liquid on something turn it off and bring it to a technician no matter what, treat every device's storage like it's maybe 5GB smaller than it says it is, turn your phone off every once in a while, and if you lose your laptop charger buy the replacement directly from the manufacturer.

People who repair devices for a living will thank you.

Oh! And back up your data. Please. I literally don't care how, just do it. Seriously.

#thanks for reading! #feel free to add stuff i forgot #or correct me if i did a stupid #but yeah nobody ever tells you this until you become or see a technician #so i hope people find this helpful! #lena's post

[athielive]

hiiiii!!! i absolutely loved your snowed in mischa x reader, the concept overall is really cute and you’re a really good writer :)) i was wondering if you could please write a similar fic except with noel x male reader? if not that’s okay but there is not enough x reader content for him lmao

YES ID LOVE TO. i started writing it earlier and i got half way through but i cant recover it im so upset im about to restart.

I dont know if it’s that good but I hope you like it <3

also thank you for requesting one :)))

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French had always been your least favourite subject. No matter what you couldn’t understand any of it.

Luckily you had Noel, the top of the class.

You met in the choir and had known each other for years. He was your best friend and the only person you were truly comfortable with.

After knowing him for a few months you ended up developing feelings for him and questioned your sexuality for a while before coming out to him as gay. He was the only person who knew.

Noel had always been fairly open about being gay, because of this he faced years of bullying. More recently it had died down because everyone had grown up, but seeing it all happen and comforting Noel through the state he was in brought along a fear that it could happen to you as well.

Turning the corner, you saw his house in the distance. Layers upon layers of snow covered the ground as more flakes fell every second. There was a snowstorm warning but you would most likely be back home at that point.

You walked up his driveway and knocked on the door three times.

The door swung open to reveal Noel still in his pyjamas but with his hair styled how he always has it.

“Bonjour, Bienvenue en France.” He exclaimed. You hesitated for a second trying to process what that meant.

“What?”

“That’s basic French Y/N… you’re so lucky you have me.” He smiled.

Truly he didn’t know how lucky you really felt.

“Come in then theres snow all over you, Mom won’t let you in if you’re soggy.” He grabbed your arm pulling you inside and up to his room.

Noel went straight over to his desk chair getting a folder labelled ‘French Lessons for Y/N’

You slouched down on his bed looking over at him. “How long did it take you to make that?” You asked.

“Oh uh… not long. Maybe a few hours… every night for a week.” He began rambling.

You felt yourself becoming flustered, “It means a lot that you would do all that for me Noel.”

“I’d do anything for you, you know that.” He smiled.

You walked over to him and sat down in the chair next to him. He began to flicker through the pages to find what he wanted to teach you today.

It was colour coded with beautiful layouts and calligraphy titles. This must’ve taken him ages. All the examples he had in it of sentences were things that had happened with the two of you, things like: ‘Nous avons regardé des films ensemble toute la nuit.’ ~ ‘We watched films together all night.’ and ‘Y/N est très beau.’ ~ ‘Y/N is very handsome.’

All that was going through your head was ‘This has to mean something; Does this mean something; What if he actually likes me back’ You had to do something.

“I can’t do this Noel.” You started.

“I know it’s hard but don’t worry I have faith in you and I’ll-”

“No it’s not about the French I need to tell you something.” You inhaled deeply, there was no turning back now. “Listen you have to promise me that what I’m about to say won’t ruin our friendship.”

He laughed, “Of course not you’re the best friend I have.”

“Okay uhm, you know how much you mean to me, right?” He nodded, “Well even when I first met you I was intrigued by you, I guess you always felt more special to me then any other friend had. I always assumed it was just that we were platonic soulmates or something but um..”

“What are you trying to say?” Noel asked, shuffling his chair closer to yours.

“I love you Noel and not just as a friend.”

His shoulders dropped as if a wave of relief had washed over him. His cheeks began to flash a bright red and a smile crept its way onto his face.

“I love you too.” He grinned, “In more than a friend way but I figured you already got that.”

You both laughed and hugged each other tightly. This is it, all you wanted. It’s moments like this that make people want to freeze time and stay like it forever.

“What does this mean for us?” Noel asked, still not pulling away.

“I don’t know.” You said. “I’m not ready to come out to everyone yet, but I’d love- only if you want, to be your boyfriend?” You smiled hopefully.

“Of course I want you to be my boyfriend you idiot, why else would i make a folder of French for you?” He laughed.

“Oh my god I actually have a boyfriend. We can like watch movies together and have sleepovers and then go with each other to choir practice after those sleepovers then spend more time together!” He continued.

You chuckled, “Don’t we already do that?”

“Well yeah but it’s different now because you’re my boyfriend. We need to watch a movie together now as a celebration.” He got up and began to walk over to grab a DVD off of his shelf.

“As long as it isn’t one of those French ones.”

“You know it will be.”

You both cuddled together watching the movie, Noel recited his favourite lines and you had never felt happier.

When the movie ended he had already taken your hoodie and requested a different one that you had at home.

“Noel, I still stand by what I said about not being comfortable coming out to everyone. But if you’re okay with it I want to tell my family and the choir about us.” You asked turning to him.

He agreed and you began discussing ways to tell them. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Noels Mom came in.

“Y/N the snowstorm has started and your Mom called asking if you could to stay here for a few days until it all clears up. She said to give her a call when you can.” She smiled then left the room.

“It’s like a honeymoon for us.” Noel exclaimed.

You laughed lightly, “No I’ll take you to Paris for our real honeymoon, thats a promise.”

He tackled you into a hug, life was perfect.

#ride the cyclone #rtc #noel gruber #noels lament #for i sing songs until the break of dawn #noel x reader #noel gruber x male reader #fanfic #oneshot #gay love

[askavettech]

Hey Jay! Recently I have found myself back in the world of veterinary medicine after taking a few years to decide what I wanted to do and finish my undergrad degree in Management instead of Animal Science which is what I was pursuing when I started my college journey. At the age of 27 (for the next two months) I have decided that I do in fact want to pursue my dream of applying to vet school and I have been trying to connect with folks who have experienced applying and I was wondering if you would be open to sharing your experience with me. Hope you're doing well recovering your knee! Talk soon,

GT

Ahahhahhhhaahhh you poor naive FOOL!

I'm just kidding - we're happy to have you back in the field!

But I won't lie to you, the journey to vet school is butts. I'm still on it, still wanting to go the distance, but it's stiiillll butts.

So GT, first things first, RESEARCH YOUR SCHOOLS. You gotta know their minimum requirements, their prerequisites, their DUE DATES, their additional fees (it's all about additional fees), and anything else you can get from their websites, emails, and VMCAS.

Ahahhahhhhaahhh you poor naive FOOL!

I'm just kidding - we're happy to have you back in the field! 

But I won't lie to you, the journey to vet school is butts. I'm still on it, still wanting to go the distance, but it's stiiillll butts. 

So GT, I’m gonna give you a bulleted list of what I think are the most important things you need to know before and while applying for veterinary school starting in the 2024 cycle.

Set up an account at VMCAS (aka Veterinary Medical College Application Service) The site doesn’t open until January (when the application cycle for 2024 starts), but keep the site bookmarked and check back frequently so you can stay updated.

On that note, check out AAVMC (American Association of Veterinary Medical Colleges)  Here you can get the lowdown on ALL the veterinary schools, which can inform your decision on which to apply to

The most important information you are going to want to focus on; 1. DUE DATES - for all applications, fees, and coursework a. Put them in your calendar, on sticky notes, on your forehead - whatever you need to do to not miss them. Once they’re passed, you’re out of luck 2. Minimum prerequisite course requirements (coursework and grades) a. Also, know that prerequisite coursework expires after ten years. It's BS and I’m dealing with that right now ugh 2. Letters of recommendations 

You will need at least three - no exceptions - and at least one needs to come from a licensed veterinarian

All your previous academic records, relevant experience, volunteer work, and anything else that is even slightly animal/veterinary related that can beef up your application

You will have to dig back through your old transcripts (you’ll need to get an official one) and get all your old coursework - it is very important to get your grades and courses correct/exact on the application

They’re gonna ask for very specific dates, hours, and numbers so just do the best you can in documenting this

The next part of the application(s) is all about personal essays. The standard application has its own base essays and then each individual application for each school has its own essays.

Spend the most time on this. Every admissions person I have talked to says that the essays are where it’s at. Try to make yourself stand out from the crowd - explain your reasonings for wanting to be a vet beyond “I like animals,” and do your best to tell your story.

Sidenote: If you plan to apply to the two colleges in Texas, there is an entirely DIFFERENT application called the TMDSAS (Texas Medical & Dental Schools Application Service) you will have to make an account for, fill out, have your letter of recommendation sent to, and pay for. It's very annoying because Texas thinks it's just so special. (I live in Texas I can say these things)

I wanna say that’s everything? I’m sure there is more, but the listed websites help a lot too. 

I also want to say, don’t get discouraged. Most people don’t get in on their first try. Not saying you won’t! It’s just statistics. So if you don’t get in, keep trying! Lord knows we need more vets! 

Best of luck to you and if you need any more help, you know where to find me!

#askavettech #submission #veterinarian #veterinary school #vet school #vet school application

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a hot idea that i've had for a while is having a plug stuffed into you that hourly releases massive loads of cum that just fill up your belly and then add on the weight to your curves over the course of the day. Hips and thighs getting wide and thick, ass plumping up with each load. Belly so full and round, but your tits grow the most. Big sloshy udders with thick nipples. It'd be even better if with each load you began to produce more and more milk, helplessly aroused and unable to stop feeling yourself up even in the most public of places as your clothes grow tight.

Mmm. Waking up with it in place, not knowing what's going on, and not being able to remove it no matter what I do. Feeling that first thick throb between my legs as the initial hour ticks down, shuddering and mind-numbingly turned on as it fills me to the brim.

I'd still have to go about my busy day though, whether it be going to work or running errands or what have you. The overwhelming fullness in my belly would ease over the course of each hour, only to be replaced like clockwork as I feel another pulse deep within me.

I'd be too distracted by my day to realize what's happening to my body until a few hours in. Another shudder, another bout of fullness between my legs and in my belly, and suddenly my aching, overfull tits would be leaking through my shirt. A shirt which I'd come to realize is now practically painted on me, struggling to contain my now-massive udders and my bigger, rounder belly. I'd suddenly be aware of just how tight my pants were too, stretched tight across my big, fat ass and my ever-widening, fertile hips. Even my thighs would seem thicker, fighting for space more than they ever had before. And I'd realize just how deeply, desperately horny I'd become over the course of the day - throbbing and aching around the plug in me.

It wouldn't matter if I was in public then, I wouldn't be able to help but moan and explore my softening, changing body. Reaching up to squeeze and milk my sloshing udders as they spray and soak through my shirt. Running my hands over my belly and my hips before reaching back to grope my huge, pillowy ass. Practically panting from sheer arousal, aching around the plug as I realize just how much my body had changed to become the very picture of fertility.

I'd have to hurry home from wherever I was, using all of my willpower to resist getting distracted by my body and my lust. Moaning and panting as my body only continued to expand on the drive home, processing the latest filling as my tits swell even bigger and heavier, my belly and ass round out even larger, and my hips and thighs get even wider and thicker.

I'd feel another throb and another spurt in me as I finally stepped through my door into my home, tearing my struggling clothes off before I cradle my full belly and drop to my knees. I wouldn't be able to resist feeling myself up, my mind melted from sheer overwhelming arousal. Finally giving my huge tits a well-deserved milking, moaning from the sheer pleasure of release. Reaching down to marvel at my big belly, massaging some of the milk in as I grope and rub its round swell. Wiggling and shaking my wide, fertile hips as I feel up my curves and feel my huge ass bounce and wobble behind me.

Finally snaking a hand down between my thickened thighs to get myself off. Every part of my fertile body bouncing and jiggling with my movements as I desperately try to satisfy the ache between my legs. Throbbing hard around the plug as I finally, finally cum - my body spasming and milking the plug as it gives up its last load, unceremoniously falling out of me as the waves of pleasure overwhelm me.

Recovering from my world-shattering orgasm only to realize I'm even hornier than before, desperate to be fucked and filled for real...

#sorry I got very carried away with my response to this lol #this was uh....this was a very hot idea #I'm not usually into plugs but uh....fuck #fave #ask