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belovedcloud · 1 month

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A Kiss Goodnight | Leon Kennedy x Fem! Reader

Fluff for Leon since he's a cutie. I picture RE2 (after Raccoon City) or RE4 Leon in this but you can choose which ever one you like more.

WC: 1.1K

CW: Leon being a sweetheart? Pet names, kisses (duh), angst/fluff. Mentions of Leon's struggles after RC.

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Working for the government was hard, especially after just getting dragged into it without a choice. Life was hard for Leon ever since that fateful night where he believed he shouldn't have lived. Luck was too kind to him, but the consequences of luck is always regret. Mission after mission, bioweapon after bioweapon Leon was tired. All he could think about was getting back to you. You were his saving grace, his only way to escape the pain. Even if it was only for a second, a minute, a hour, a day. You helped in a way where he was indebted to you for the rest of his life. Driving home, all he could think about was you. How you warmed him up after a hard time shooting and murdering anything that was diseased. He was yours, and you were his.

Leon shortly arrived home, sluggish in his movements as he took off his work boots and coat. His bag thrown into the corner of the doorway as he sighed heavily. Finally, his body could relax. Tense movements slowly turned into tired movements as he brought himself to the bathroom. Seeing a new cut on his face and blood and mud splatted on him. It never really was a nice sight. The house was silent, you were asleep. Something that wasn't unusual as the clock ticked to 3 AM. You never really knew if Leon would come back from his mission, that sense of worry hung low over you. Causing distress as every call you received could be Hunnigan's voice. Informing you of Leon's death, but you were lucky enough to not have that, not yet at least. As you slept peacefully, Leon showered and cleansed himself from his own sin. His murderous intent and sorrow washing down along with the dirt covering his body. The towel gently wrapping around his waist, he walked into your shared bedroom. Where you laid asleep, seeming to be cuddling a pillow in hopes of getting the same satisfaction of Leon having you in his arms.

Leon couldn't help but smile looking at you as he walked past the bed to his dresser, getting a pair of boxers and sweatpants. Quickly changing to soon sink himself to his side of the bed. Soft. Everything was soft around him. The pillow his head laid on, the new sheets and most importantly you. Getting under the covers he felt your bare skin touch his. Your shorts and t-shirt hugging you in a cozy way. Without thought, he wrapped his arms around your body. Nuzzling his face into your neck, there was no intention of waking you up... But it was bound to happen as he gripped you tightly. Giving you no chance to escape you whined as you woke up.

"Sorry baby... You just looked so warm." He mumbled into your neck as he gave a sweet kiss on your skin. Wriggling yourself to at least turn around to face him, you notice the fresh cut on his face. "What happened?" You whispered, still in a half sleepy state. It always worried you seeing him hurt, but Leon always reassured you he was okay. "Just a cut from the mission, nothing to worry about." He softly smiled, you couldn't help but replicate the smile. A gentle kiss on the nose is what Leon felt from your smooth lips. "You okay?" You asked as your hands wandered down his chest, carefully wrapping your arms around him. Ensuring you weren't going to hurt him in the process. "Everything is okay when I'm with you..." He murmured, slowly enveloping you in a sweet kiss. "God.. I missed you so much, you smell so good" He whispered to you in a gentle tone. Much different to the aggression towards the bioweapons he previously fought only hours before.

"I missed you too.. so much." You whispered back, a giggle following short afterwards as you felt him playing with your hair. "I love you." Was all Leon could say as he admired you in his arms, admiring his lover was his favourite thing to do in this situation. "I love you more." You poked at his cheek as you kissed him again. Soft kisses with him were heavenly, otherworldly. The clock ticked 3:30 AM, it really was time to sleep. Mellowed breathing was soon shared between you two as you held each other. Enjoying the comfort of one another as you were glad he returned home. He was glad for everything. Glad to live in a lifetime with you in it - he would protect you no matter the cost.

"Can't sleep?" You slowly opened your eyes, still feeling him stare at you. "No, kinda hard to." He muttered, relapsing the past mission in his mind. "Wanna talk about it?" Rubbing his arm always calmed him down, made him feel safe for once. Safe from the horrors of this world that he swore in his heart nobody else should face or see. That he would be the one to protect people, to save people. Even if that meant him deteriorating his own mental stability. At least others would be saved. But he didn't need to be the hero with you. He could just be Leon. A man who was lost in his own train of thought, still a young boy in his heart yearning for answers to why he was chosen to face dread at every moment of his life. Sadly, beggars can't be choosers. Although he had one choice in his life, and that was you. He would always choose you. Always. "Not right now.. Just wanna have you in my arms." You felt a peck on your forehead, a grin spreading across your face. "Okay. Well I'm always here for you Leon." Reassurance was vital for you and Leon. The slightest amount of praise to Leon was all he needed to crumble into your arms. He could be himself with you. "Thank you Y/N, I really appreciate you. So much." His voice cracked, tears slowly gathering in his eyes. What did he do in his last life to deserve you? Gentle hands caressed his face as he wept, your kisses taking away the pain.

Minutes passed, Leon's cries slowly disappeared as he cuddled you. Staring into each others eyes, you felt yourself slowly slip into a sleepy state. Same with Leon, he couldn't hold his eyes open much longer. Not when you gave him a warm feeling like no-one else did. "I have one request." He hushed out as he rubbed your back with his calloused hands. "Mm?" You murmured out, melting into his touch.

"One more kiss goodnight?"

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Someone tell this man everything is gonna be okay.

#resident evil #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon x reader #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy angst

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the-angst-chronicles-fanworks · 6 months

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Wayne comes home one day to Eddie behaving unusually - loudly narrating everything every time he leaves his room, playing his music quieter than usual but making abrupt loud noises when he’s in his room, checking on Wayne every ten minutes or so to make sure he’s enjoying his shows and asking if he wants tea, and generally bearing his biggest, wettest puppy dog eyes.

Now Wayne’s done this song and dance a few times, so after a few hours he gets up and makes his way to his nephew’s door, takes a moment to stop and listen-

And sure enough, he can hear the hushed whispers and giggles. Heaving a sigh, Wayne raps his knuckles against the flimsy wood. It’s immediately met with a flurry of scrambling from the other side.

To Eddie’s credit, it doesn’t even take until Wayne’s count of 10 before the door swings open, revealing his very ruffled nephew sporting a sunny grin and doing his best to look like he’s not taking up the entirety of the doorway on purpose.

“Alright, what’re you hidin’ in here this time?” Wayne asks, glancing at the bed. It’s a favourite hiding place of Eddie’s - where he’d hidden the stray cat, the raccoon, and any number of other strays he’s picked up.

“Hiding? I -uh - what are you talking about?” Eddie says it smoothly enough, but he’s eyes dart to the left briefly before he catches himself and looks back at Wayne, pulling his hair in front of his face in a display of nerves. Wayne glances over. The closet this time then.

“I ain’t born yesterday kiddo,” he says, shaking his head. “Now why don’t you quit bullshittin’ and open up that there door”

Eddie’s gaze follows his gesture to the closet, and then he turns back to Wayne, giving an indignant huff and puffing up like he’s gearing for a fight.

Wayne meets his gaze with an even one of his own and, after a moment, Eddie deflates. "Fine," he huffs and makes his way to the closet, shooting Wayne betrayed wounded-bird looks over his shoulder. Wayne just crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow.

He's prepared for a lot of things, but what he's not expecting is for Eddie to swing the cupboard door open to reveal some fancy-looking lad, looking sheepish as all get out.

"Ed-" he says, slightly lost for words. Eddie and closet-boy exchange a glance, and Wayne feels shock go through him as he suddenly places that face. "Is that... is that the Harrington boy?"

Immediately, a guilty look crosses Eddie's face and Wayne groans. "Jesus H. Christ," he groans, putting his hand over his face.

When he looks up again, Eddie is giving him that wide-eyed pleading face of his that always comes with the strays. "Eddie, he ain't some stray you can just take in!" He protests.

Eddies face hardens just a little with that stubbornness he got from his mother. "C'mon Uncle Wayne. His parents are terrible when they even bother to be around!” he argues. "And I mean it’s probably for the best that they’re not there because they’re the worst kind of people but it's almost Christmas and he can’t just be there alone on Christmas! Did you raise me like that Wayne? Did you?"

Harrington seems to get past his surprise at Eddie’s sudden rant and he frowns, opens his mouth to protest. Eddie, apparently sensing this, claps a hand over his mouth and turns to Wayne , his righteous indignation switching right back to his best puppy-dog eyes cranked to full effect at Wayne.

And Wayne... well, he's never been able to say no to any of the strays Eddie's brought home yet.

#steddie #wayne munson #eddie munson #stranger things #ficlet #my ficlet #my writing #writing prompts #stranger things ficlet #this started out as a prompt and morphed into a ficlet idk idk idk

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shadowofahope · 3 months

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Eucalyptus || 2.5

Warnings: Swearing, abandonment, hybrids are only considered as pets, mentions of pre-heat and scent triggers, use of medication, overdosing(unintentional), self-harm (unintentional)

Premise: A sugar glider hybrid with a broken past. Seven men convinced they can give her the life she’s always wanted. Sometimes destiny has a funny way of finding you, and sometimes it smells like Eucalyptus.

WC: 1.3K

Masterlist || 001 || 002 || 2.5

Words tumble out of your mouth when you hear the click.

“I need….Can I have more..?” You try to stop your hands from shaking. They haven’t stopped in weeks.

“Already?” The vet asks from the other end of the phone. He was finishing his paperwork for the day. He had Chinese takeout with his name on it that he was eager to get to when you called. Which was unusual in itself because you never called without one of your owners present or even all of them. “I gave you a 4-month trial, it's only been just over a month. Are they not working?”

You force down the thick lump of saliva in your throat, trying to clear your voice enough to sound..well like you were fine. “They were…but then- I need something stronger.”

You were not fine. You hadn’t been since the week you had been given the pills. But you held onto some hope that your body just had to adjust to them, waiting for them to take the discomfort away, the unending need you felt.

“Snow I can’t give you anything stronger, as you are a smaller hybrid they will be fatal if we’re not careful.” He sits up straighter in his chair. Forgoing his paperwork to focus on your words. “Did you try taking an extra one? That should help without being too much for your body.”

“I did.” The room starts to spin a little, you stumble to sit on the ground.”...So I took more.”

“How many more?” Now he’s slightly worried.

“Today or ?” You hold your head in your hand, but you're still finding it hard to stay upright. “I started taking 2 but then it stopped working so I took another and then…eventually another…”

“That’s 4. How long have you been taking 4?”

“A month or so?”

“How many today?” He was trying to keep calm, but inside he was frantic. 4 is double your max dose. He just hoped today you hadn’t followed the same pattern.

“Today…today….six…” The urge to vomit was slowly forcing its way higher and higher from your stomach. Every inch you could feel it burning a path through you. You decide it would be best to lay down on the hardwood. The coolness against your clothed back gave a welcome break from the rising heat. “It kept hurting. It wouldn’t stop hurting…”

“I need… I need… I need to morph back. I don’t feel as sick. I don’t want to be sick.” You could hear your own words slowing. Your mouth couldn’t keep up with your mind anymore. Or was it your mind not being able to keep up with your mouth? You couldn’t tell the difference anymore.

The tantalizing taste of eucalyptus that hung in the air. It was always the only thing your mind could focus on. It felt so thickly enticing.

“Snow! Do not change into your hybrid-” He’s cut off by a sharp chirp through the phone. “Shit.”

“Deandra!” He yells out his office door. “I need your hybrid in here now!”

One of the shelters nurses and her raccoon hybrid come running into the room, they had stayed later tonight to help finish getting the new hybrid drop offs comfortable. He shoves the phone at the male hybrid.

“I need you to tell me exactly what she’s saying. Keep her talking.” He instructs sternly. Normally he wouldn’t talk to someones hybrid like this but he doesn’t have the ability to watch his tone or filter his words.

He reaches over his desk knocking the papers that he was working on onto the floor. He quickly dials your owners number that he has kept on speed dial since his first day visiting you.

He hears the click of a connect.

“Seokjin! Thank god. Tell me, are you the one?” He feels out of breathe, like he’s panting. Even though he’s not.

“Doctor? The one what?” Seokjin’s curious words respond to him.

“The one who started Snow’s heat.” He clarifies.

There’s a pause. It takes too long for the other to answer his question.

“QUICKLY.” He shouts at the younger.

“No. No. its not me. What is happening?!” Seokjin’s concern erupts through his ears.

“You need to get home now, I’ll leave as soon as I can. The pills had a severe negative affect. She’s taken too many.” He explains desperately. He can’t hide the panic in his feet, he’s pacing in the space infront of his desk.

“What?” Seokjin tells himself out loud. “I have to tell the others.”

“No! Only you. Whoever it is will only make this worse. She needs you right now.”

“I’m leaving.” The younger notifies him as well as anyone else in the room with him.

“I’ll meet you there.” They both hang up, not bothering with any form of goodbyes.

“-Doctor…..” The racoon hybrid calls to him.

“What is she saying??” He’s trying to keep himself from yelling. But the full blown panic that is beginning to set within him is about to break out.

“She’s not… she’s not talking. She’s only making noises, nothing is making sense. I don’t think-”

He points to the nurse, “Call an emergency vehicle to head there. Tell them it’s critical.”

Rounding his desk, he snatched the phone away from the hybrid shuffling him to the other side and points at him, “Stay.”

“Snow! Hear me. Talk to me. Jin is on his way. You need to change back.” He hears a few other cheeps before loud rustling.

“Liiiiiiving with them…… has maaaade me…. the hppiest…. Ive ever been in my eeentiiiiire liiiiife.” Your voice comes through muffled and slurring. “I would gooo through….. aaaaaall….. the abuse…. I sufferrrrred…. over again….. to have the chance…. to beeee their pet. They loved meeeee doctor…”

“Love, snow. They love you.”

“I used to….. maaaake themmmmm sooooo haaaaappy….. Theeeey would alwayssss… ssssmiiiile when they ssssaaaaw mmmme…they donnnnnnnn sssmile assssss…… much anymore….. I wisssh they did….. How doo I…. make them sssssmile… again…?”

“They want you to be healthy and happy. That’s all they want.” He tries to quiet his own breath to be able to hear your slow deep attempts.

He hears a bang and rustling from the other end. He hits speaker on his office phone. The other hybrid still in his office, just in case she returns back to hybrid form. God he hopes she doesn’t.

“Snow what happened?” He can hear Sekjin’s voice now.

“Thesssse…. are…. Pretty’ssss…. Eyesssss.” Her slurring worsens. It’s almost incomprehensible.

“Snow please. Doctor what do I do?” Jins voice abruptly yells.

“I have an emergency vehicle headed to you now. Keep her awake and don’t let her change into her hybrid form. The medication will only circulate through her system faster.”

“Pretty…. issssn’t sssssmiling.-How do IIIII -maaaaake Pretty …ssssssmiiiiiile again.” He can hear Seokjin sniffling through her attempts at speech. “i kn..ooow. Everyyyyoooone ssssssmiiilessss ….when immmmm -”

“little…” they word escapes out in an exhale.

Airy faint chirps are heard, he drastitically turns to the other hybrid.

“Doctor! She’s changed again!” Jin all but shrieks.

“What is she saying?” He demands of the terrified male hybrid.

“...” He walks closer to listen, his face going pale. “She’s saying… ‘I’ll stay little forever. I’m no trouble when I’m little.’” Listens again “‘Everyone smiles when I’m little….I’ll stay little’…..She’s just repeating ‘I’ll stay little’ over and over again.”

“Snow!” Seokjin whimpers over the phone, his voice breaking. Just like his heart.. “No…. please.”

“I’M ON MY WAY!” He grabs his things from his drawer and bolts for the door.

Running to his car he thinks about all the risks, the side affects he had gone over with you, all the late night research he had done. But this isn’t one of the risks that even crossed his mind. He made a vow all those years ago when you first came to the shelter. He promised to find you a loving family, that you would finally be happy.

He didn’t realize just how dangerous this could be. How there was one thing above all others that could make it all come crashing down…desperation.

Masterlist || 001 || 002 || 2.5

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aimportantdragoncollector · 1 year

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Ask game:

LoV turned into pets and class 1A adopts them

1. It all started because Tomura was rude to a witch online. (Yes, the magical kind of witch. Even though this is a canon-adjacent quirks AU.) The witch cursed his entire family to turn into animals. Tomura thinks of the League of Villains as family, so...

2. Class 1-A is sent on a community service assignment at a local shelter, where they encounter adorable and grumpy animals they simply fall in love with at first sight and have to take home.

3. Tomura is an cute corgi who gets adopted by Izuku. Actually Tomura becomes astonishingly chill after turning into a dog and decides he likes lazing around all day. He has no interest in ever turning back into a human.

4. Toga turns into a yellow canary. She immediately starts following Izuku around after he arrives at the shelter and trying to peck him. But she gets adopted by Ochaco, who always wanted a bird. Toga continues to glomp Izuku at every chance, which Ochaco misinterprets as her pet trying to help her out with her crush.

5. Dabi is a gray-brown cat who gets adopted by Shouto. (Shouto believes he has a pet raccoon because of the markings under his eyes.) It was love at first sight for Shouto because he saw Dabi urinating on an Endeavor poster. Dabi tries to dislike Shouto but his fire side is just so comfortable. Shouto names him Phoenix because of his love of heat.

6. Spinner turns into a gecko lizard (of course) and gets taken home by Fumikage. Spinner is slightly terrified of birds in this form but Fumikage loves lizards.

7. Twice is a nervous chinchilla who got adopted by Kaminari and named "Pikachu." However, Bakugo ends up taking over primary duties caring and feeding for the chinchilla. Bakugo pretends to complain about it and cooks him gourmet meals.

8. Kurogiri turned into a black cat who got immediately snagged by Aizawa. Yamada and Midnight also dote on him. Sushi acts like he met an old friend.

9. Mr. Compress transformed into a magpie and latched onto Momo because she is always wearing shiny jewelry. He steals items from all over her house, and she thinks that it's adorable.

10. Magne turned into an energetic German shepherd and got adopted by Mina, who has plenty of energy for a big dog.

11. Gigantomachia got turned into a tiger. Hitoshi adopted him and brainwashed everyone into thinking that he's just a large cat.

12. Nezu is not happy to have so many cats in his school. Through his information sources, Nezu also realized what happened to the LOV so he's forced to tolerate them in order to keep them under his supervision.

12. Mineta is allergic to cats.

13. Shouto comes up with a conspiracy theory that these animals, who seem unusually intelligent, are actually manifestations of the ghosts living in Izuku's quirk. He thinks that Tomura is Yoichi and Dabi is En.

14. Unfortunately for AFO, Tomura thinks of him like family. So he got transformed into the world's ugliest hairless blind cat with a scarred face. Even more unfortunately for AFO, All Might takes one look at the most pathetic and unadoptable animal in the shelter, and his hero instincts activate. All Might adopts Cat for One and names him Nana. (Shouto convinced All Might to use the name even though All Might does not seriously believe his conspiracy theory.) No matter how AFO tries to attack and claw him, All Might only thinks that he needs more love and affection.

15. The witch's curse wears off if the villains sincerely reform. Which means that there is hope for the rest of the league, but All for One is going to be stuck as a cat forever.

#5 headcanons game #closed ask game #Cat for One

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katz-chow · 5 months

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deranged reader my beloved, my daughter, me. back again in the spools of my brain.

warnings: exactly what the title is. fem! reader, pwp, blood, gore, manipulation (?), toxic reader (?), reverse harem w/ soap & ghost eventually the others, pnv, fingering, overstim (fem)

🏷️ | @warenai @reese-is-right

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you came from a normal life before joining the military. your parents love you and so does your younger brother, he's a pain in the ass but aren't all siblings? cookie cutter houses lines the suburban streets, grasses cut, and christmas decorations find themselves on the houses as soon as december hits, no sooner to avoid hoa fines.

It's actually silly how you turned out this way, a small malicious brain in a body of a well cared for girl. in many ways it was like taming a wild animal; your nails were manicured on the regular, hair neat and put together, strands never where you hadn't meant for it to be, and your uniform was pristine, never stained, never wrinkled. on the outside, you truly where just the sweetest young lady that was meant to sing christmas carols at nursing homes and gain pinches on your cheeks as tips.

but you can't fully tame a wild animal though. in many cases, tigers eat their owners, monkeys maul them, and raccoons abandon home after trashing it. you, were simple. you don't bare your teeth to your owners or unsheathe your claws, you pin them. you pin them in a way that artists pin beetles and butterflies, perfect and spayed out for display and enjoyment.

and that's what you did to the 141. you made them yours. it came easy, natural- almost instinctive. everyone wants to be liked, right? so what if you're extra, extra good at that? you're just charming!

it started with soap. he was an easy target knowing how friendly he is. after finding out he's a demolitions expert, you stepped in asking him rather complex questions on the molecular composition of the explosives he found himself building. and he gladly explained it to you, not having a lot of people who know chemistry on such a level outside of an academic space.

the two of you spend lunches together relating his chemistry knowledge to your biology knowledge as an ex-medic. together you were Biochemistry, what a bunch of nerdy POS'.

quickly that lead to more chemistry in the comfort of your bed as well, having the two of you wrapped up in the sheets as he fucked you hard and fast, his name spilling out of your lips like an echo in the void that is your thoughts.

his dick rammed into, your ankles on his shoulders and his grip on the back of your knees as he bends you in half.

after that night, it became many more. soap was now just johnny. the two of you shared loving glances and plenty of playful touches, a slap on each other's ass when the other passed by, a ruffle of hair, and arms wrapped around the other's waist, cheek to the muscle of their back.

ghost, observant as ever, found this quite aggravating as he thought you were his to hold. while you and johnny fumbled with carbons and phosphorus, ghost had picked up more paperwork than normal, training more recruits than he normally would, just to go and ask you for help. which, being the nice person you were, happily agreed to help him empty his plate.

silence filled the air besides the occasional sound of paper shifting and being flipped, or tossed to the side. some pens scribbling on the paper and against the hardness of the wood also found its way into the comfortable silence and the absence of words. ghost's eyes dashed up to look at you, chewing on the flesh of your lip as you focus on the paperwork that he had asked for your help on. he sees the blankness of your face, how nothing else seems to move or show any signs of emotion besides the gnawing of your teeth.

he quirked an eyebrow at this, how unusual you are...how fascinating. almost as if in a trance, a stupor, a daze as your aura pulls him onto his feet and over to you. he hovers over you, only your wooden desk in between.

"you and soap..." he started and as quickly as the daze came, it left him to fumble for the right words. you look up at him, the same bored expression on your face before you wide your eyes just a tiny bit in surprise and realization.

your head tilts to the side, deciding on letting him grumble with his own choked words. and he, in fear of such situation, opted to shut his mouth and walk back to his desk, picking up from what he left off.

a giggle escapes your mouth, "you can ask him." you say playfully, going back to your own sentence to write and finish up.

the two of them were a pair, always have been- and easy to hook both with the same, sweet bait of your kindness. sooner or later, you got what you wanted, two playful dogs that tend to your every need, whether to pick up some food for you, run to your room to get a file you forgot, knock someone's teeth out for your collection, or to pull orgasm after orgasm out of you until you’re a panting mess. that last one was your favorite.

you sat in simon's lap, knee bent with your leg thrown over it, spreading and keeping your thighs from closing. johnny's fingers thrust into your sweet heat as your sharp nails continue to dig into the back of simon's hand, holding onto the flesh of your waist tightly. behind you, you could feel simon's dick twitched as more of your slick dribble down onto his own trousers. his hot breathe against your ear grounded you just a bit as johnny's thumb grazed over your swollen clit. "that's it lovie...one more for us yeah?" johnny snickers from his place, crouched right in front of your pussy, all wet and puffy from the many orgasms that the two of them have taken from you. you whined as he continue to tease you, fingers languidly pulling in and out of your cunt as his thumb swipes over the top edge of your bud. you cry out. even his feather-light touches on your wet clit draws you closer to the edge until your mind goes numb, your pleasure boiling over the edge once again. your body convulses as simon's grasp on you tighten. "good girl, come on now. i kent you could do it..." johnny praises as his fingers pumps in and out of you quicker, pulling every last drop of your pleasure into his palm.

now two of them were playful with you, you were theirs and they knew how to share. their sweet little play thing that was always too good to them, so obedient.

simon now wishes that you were as obedient in the field as you were in bed as he sweeps through the building in search of you. he curses to himself for letting you slip past his field of vision and his attention, going off on your own with a simple "be right back".

he believed it but that was almost an hour ago, and this building is not big. however, the concrete walls and fluorescent lights rendered this place a labyrinth. rifle in his hand, held close and alert, he quickly tip toes up the stairs, observing the twisting quiet hallways, its greenish lights making him feel sick.

he continued on, careful in the thickness of the silence, making his heart thunder and his steps heavy, like forcing through gelatinous air. a wail rung through the concrete walls, not yours, but a shriek of agony, the only sound being made in the longest minutes in his life.

he jogged on, gun tight in his grip, ready to shoot the poor bastard that stood in between his darling and him.

your voice got louder as he got closer, he turned the corner, meeting you and a man in an empty room, door swung open. the man knelt on your feet in front of you. crimson pipes and frayed pieces of his bicep dripped down thick, molten blood onto a pile of rumble from the collapsed wall. simon froze, his own blood flowed thunderously in his ears as he felt his chest shook.

your face showed the same picture as it did when he made you take over his paperwork all those weeks ago. a plain, empty, broken face stared back down at the man on his knees. he mumbles something in russian quickly, petrified in his spot as you held the saw onto the top of his head. his pleas faded into nothing as his voice grew raw from overuse. a simple, broken, "please" breathed out of his exhausted lungs.

simon saw the way his unsteady back raised as he took a quick breath and how it shakily exited his body. blood continued to drip from his exposed bone and muscle. the man's body swayed, weakened from the lack of such plasma flowing through him. a man on the brink of death didn't scare simon, he has been where you are now. he has seen death like an old friend from school, bumping into it every so often.

the dread that filled his body and weighed on his shoulders was your reaction- or lack thereof. you didn't care about his pleas, or how the light in his dull eyes extinguished from tight-lining in between life and death. you didn't care that his arm was discarded behind you. you didn't care about the severed arm, laying in a dark pool, drenched in blackness, just a foot away from your backside. you didn't care.

the man's hand grabs onto your leg, begging, pleading for mercy, even as death was eager to take him. simon sees his breathing becoming staggered, shallow, knowing death is standing over your shoulder, staring on, waiting for you to make the final blow, to end his life.

but you don't. a satiated hum of approval rumbled out of your throat as you dug the jagged blade of the hand saw into his skull. the man pulled from the well of his energy, enough to let out a sluggish, hoarse sob. he bent over more, trying to escape the digging of the steel into his scalp, failing.

you pull back the blade, making you cut deeper and the man choked on his anguished cries. satisfied, you yanked the blade out, leaving the man to hiccup one last plea as you kicked him off your leg. he falls to the ground on his side, his chest rising ever so slightly. you step over him, throwing the saw to the other side of the room, it's weight hits the concrete with a 'thump'. simon doesn't speak, and neither do you. he walks behind you, rifle still drawn. and you know why.

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Hellebore - Dieter Bravo x Reader

Hellebore (Helleborus) - Meaning: We shall overcome scandal and slander

Summary: Dieter has a slip up. You, his personal assistant, have to deal with it now.

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x PA!Reader

Word Count: 1295

Warnings: Drug use/abuse discussions, Dieter is a Sad Raccoon, shower scene (but not the spicy kind), inappropriate thoughts, soft moments, a little hurt/comfort, but mostly fluff

In Bloom Masterlist

Day 9 is for our Sad Boi Dieter! I just want to hug this man and tell him it's gonna be okay, so this is a little self-serving.

The house was dark when you arrived - not incredibly unusual for Dieter to sleep in, but this darkness felt different somehow. You let yourself in and heard the upstairs shower on so you knew at least someone was awake.

“Dee?” you called, announcing your presence in case he had company. Something in your gut twisted at the thought, but you shoved the feeling aside and made your way upstairs. It was unprofessional to have feelings for your boss. You were his longest-lasting PA, but only recently had these feelings started popping up as he exposed more of his softness to you.

You’d learned early on in your employment with Dieter to always, always knock or announce yourself, so you knocked on the half-closed bedroom door before peeking your head in. “Dieter? You in here?”

The bedroom was empty, the bedding mussed and the TV on but the faces of the TMZ “reporters” paused over a graphic that read ‘Dieter Bravo’s Night on the Town!’ You groaned and rolled your eyes.

Now that you were closer, you could hear Dieter’s discontent groans mingling with the shower sounds, so you knocked on the ensuite bathroom door.

He didn’t respond, so you entered the luxe bathroom that was bigger than your bedroom at your apartment. You didn’t see any coke residue on the marble countertops, no other drug paraphanelia laying around, which was momentarily reassuring.

You gasped when you saw his feet sticking out past the privacy wall of his walk-in shower. Shit, had he overdosed? Drowned?

When you were hired, you’d been adamant about him remaining California sober — spending your formative years taking care of an opioid-addicted mother only to have her OD while you were away at college had left you unable to tolerate being around those who were using the harder stuff. Dieter happily accepted that provision, being in recovery and not eager to start the hiring process with yet another PA again.

From inside the shower, Dieter moaned and you rushed over, bracing yourself in the opening, ready to perform whatever first aid you could offer. He was splayed out on his back so the spray hit his bare chest, his ubiquitous green robe and a pair of boxer briefs the only things he wore. He was completely soaked, his normally fluffy hair slicked back against his scalp, one eye peeking open as he heard your long sigh — relief upon discovering he was okay.

“Fuck, Dee, you scared me,” you said, “What are you doing in here?”

“Hiding.”

“From what?”

“You’re gonna leave me. So I’m hiding.” He explained, leaving you more confused. You stood over him, avoiding the spray as you reached down to him with both hands to help him up.

“Come on, let’s get out of the shower.”

“Promise you won’t leave?” He asked, face like a kicked puppy as he looked up at you.

“I promise, but you’re gonna have to explain why you think I’ll leave. Okay?” You cajoled, something twisting in your chest at the pain in his face.

Only responding with a nod, he sat up and reached for your hands, letting you pull him to his feet. You looked into his eyes and saw no evidence of hard drugs, so you reached behind him and turned off the shower. You could feel the heat radiating off his wet body, and you raised your hands to push his sodden robe off his shoulders but paused, looking at him to ask permission. He granted it with a little nod, dark eyes fixed on you. The robe flopped against the tile below and you walked over to the closet to grab a fresh towel. You could feel his gaze follow you, like he was truly afraid you would bolt out the door and couldn’t bear to look away.

You wrapped a fresh towel around his shoulders and handed him one to wrap around his waist. He did, and you took his wrist in your hand and led him into the bedroom.

You sat him on the edge of the mattress and ducked into his walk-in closet and grabbed him dry clothes. The sad, desperate look in his eyes followed you all the way back to him. He’d at least rubbed the towel on his hair because it now stuck up in several different directions.

You put the clothes on the bed and sat next to him. “What’s going on, Dee?” you asked quietly, keeping your tone low.

“I fucked up. Last night, at the wrap party, someone had coke and I was already drunk so I took a bump and then there were some paps outside that caught me stumbling out of the place and I knew you would be mad cuz you won’t put up with me doing the hard stuff and I swear I haven’t but I slipped and I-”

You put your hand on his cheek to stop him, “Hey, hey, no. I’m not going anywhere. Look at me,” you asked, pulling his face toward yours, and he did. You saw a thick line of unshed tears along his lower lashes. He blinked and they fell. You brushed them away with your thumb.

“Are you mad at me?” he asked, voice almost a whisper and so pathetic-sounding your heart cracked. Without hesitation, you shook your head.

“No, of course I’m not. You’re an addict, you had a slip. Shit happens. But that’s all it was, right? Just a slip?”

He nodded vehemently. You nodded along with him. “Okay, good. I’m really glad you told me. Thank you for telling me.”

He smirked and you saw the normal Dieter coming back. “I promised I wouldn’t lie to you when you started, remember?”

“Yeah, you did.” You said, smiling as well. “And I promised that if you were honest with me I wouldn’t quit.”

He looked up at you, face full of hope for a moment before turning into a scowl. “Now everyone’s gonna think I’m off the wagon, no one’s gonna wanna work with me again…ugh!”

He fisted his hands in his hair and fell backward onto the bed, letting out a loud groan.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t take a moment to appreciate the lines of his body all stretched out in the messy sheets. His golden brown chest looked so warm and inviting, just begging to be marked up by your lips, teeth, tongue as you made your way to the little patch of dark hair leading under the towel. Not for the first time you wondered what would happen if you made a move, placed a gentle kiss to his clavicle or neck, made your desire known…

Flinging his arms out to the side, he looked at you again and you snapped out of your daze. Awkwardly, you cleared your throat and forced yourself back into Personal Assistant Mode.

“I’ll call Paula,” you said, referring to his publicist as you pulled out your phone. “She’ll handle it.”

You stood up to walk out of the room and give him some privacy, but a large hand on your shoulder stopped you and pulled you back down

“Hey,” he said, quiet again, “We’re okay, right?”

The insecurity in his question was palpable, and you couldn’t help it anymore. You wrapped your arms around his chest and rested your head against his shoulder.

Part of being a good PA was knowing what your client needed before they needed it, and giving it to them without them having to ask. At that moment, Dieter needed more than words to confirm the two of you actually were and would continue to be okay, so you held him tightly for a few moments longer than necessary to make sure he got the message.

“Yeah, Dee, we’re okay.”

#writing challenge #fanfiction #fluff #in bloom #dieter bravo #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo fic #dieter bravo fanfiction #the bubble fanfiction

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a-sleepy-raven · 1 year

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amethyst and jasper with reader and leon for the crystal prompts?🥺

Perfect combination of prompts, thank you so much for requesting these, dear anon! Hope you enjoy. <3

Prompts: amethyst (“hey, hey, just breathe. i've got you now, it's okay.”) + jasper ( “just look at me, right here. you're okay, you're safe, i'm right here with you.”)

(established relationship, set sometime between RE2 and RE4, reader is a survivor of Raccoon City)

I swear you will find peace again – Leon Kennedy x gn!reader

Leon wakes up in the middle of the night. It’s not an unusual thing, per se, he’s a pretty light sleeper, and in some nights, even the sound of a passing car is enough to disturb his sleep. But this time, it’s not a car or the gleeful screams and laughter of some teenagers on their way home after getting drunk in the nearby park. No, this time it’s a much softer noise that breaks the silence of your shared bedroom, something he can’t quite identify in this half-awake state, and he sits up, bleary blue eyes scanning the room. The noise seems to come from the other side of the bed – and suddenly, Leon is wide awake.

Even in the darkness, he can make out your form, huddled at the edge of the bed, clutching your pillow to your chest as you press your hand to your mouth to stifle your sobs. Leon’s heart sinks. He knows exactly that there’s only one thing that could have shaken you to the core like that.

The nightmares are back.

Careful not to startle you, Leon quietly says, “(Y/N)? Baby?”

You don’t reply or react in any other way. There’s no indication at all that you heard him – it’s like you’re trapped in your own mind, your own fear. Leon knows that feeling all too well. Even now, years after the incident in Raccoon City, the memories haunt him in his sleep, and every time, it takes him a while to fight his way back to reality after waking up. And although the dreams have gotten rarer over the past few years, he knows that they will never disappear completely – and it’s the same for you. This situation right here is enough proof.

He wishes he could just reach out for you and pull you into his arms to show you that you’re not alone, that he’s right here by your side and that you’re safe – but he doesn’t dare to touch you, not without your consent and not as long as you’re still panicking.

“Sweetheart,” Leon tries again, his voice low and soft, “do you hear me?”

He hears you sniffle, and now that his eyes are slowly getting used to the darkness that surrounds both of you, he can see how you clutch the pillow tighter before you let out a shaky breath and reply, “Yeah.”

A wave of relief washes over him. You’re back. “Okay,” he says, “that’s good.”

“Yeah.” You hesitate for a second. “Can you… turn on the light? Please?”

“Sure thing.” It takes him a moment to find the switch of the bedside table lamp but soon enough, the dim light illuminates your bedroom, banishing the darkness and the memories of that dreadful night that had destroyed so many lives back then.

You take a deep breath, and Leon immediately brings his attention back to you. With puffy, red-rimmed eyes, you look back at him, your lower lip quivering as you try to fight back the tears. “Leon,” you whisper, nothing more, and his heart shatters into a million pieces. You have never sounded so lost. “What can I do, sweetheart?”, he asks, brows furrowed in concern. He hates feeling so helpless and that he can’t protect you from the horrible things your subconsciousness decided to show you tonight.

Instead of answering, you shuffle closer to him and throw your arms around his shoulders before you bury your face in the crook of his neck. Leon pulls you into his lap. “Oh, baby,” he mumbles, softly caressing your back in a comforting manner as you quietly start crying again, “shh. Whatever happened in your dream, it’s not real. It can’t hurt you.”

“I was back there,” you whisper, your voice strained and shaky, “in… in Raccoon City. I – I heard the screams and the roars of the infected and-“ Your breathing gets faster, more irregular, and more tears find their way down your cheeks. “The – the people-“

“Hey, hey, just breathe,” he interrupts you, softly. “I’ve got you now. It’s okay.”

It’s okay, he repeats in his mind and closes his eyes, exhaling deeply. Your words bring back memories he wishes he could finally forget. But no matter how much time passes, how much you both try to, he knows neither of you will ever be able to leave the horrors of Raccoon City behind, as devastating and upsetting as that is. All you can do is try to move on and not dwell on the past too much. Easier said than done, he’s well aware of that, but at least, you don’t have to go through all of this alone.

You let out a shaky breath. “I hate these dreams,” you admit, “they always feel so… real. Like I’m physically back, not just mentally. But when they attack me – I… I can never run. All I can do is wait for them to kill me. I…”

“Baby, hey. Just look at me, right here.” Leon slightly pulls away from your hug, so that you’re forced to raise your head from his shoulder, and cups your face with both hands. “You’re okay,” he says, locking his gaze with yours, “you’re safe. I’m right here with you.”

He presses a soft kiss to your forehead and then another one to the tip of your nose and finally your lips. “I know these dreams are scary as hell… but I swear you’ll find peace again. One day, everything that happened back then will stop haunting you.”

A barely noticeable smile flashes over your face. Without Leon by your side, you would’ve gone insane after escaping Raccoon City, you’re sure. Even in the darkest nights, he’s a guiding light, leading you back to safety. “I hope you’re right.”

He nuzzles your nose. “Of course I am.”

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed it please consider liking, reblogging and/or leaving some feedback. I'd really appreciate the support. 🥰

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy fluff #resident evil x reader #resident evil fluff #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #reader insert #resident evil fanfiction

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sorceressfyre · 1 year

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maybe you infected my brain with stalker!jace, maybe i'll never recover?? (I'm thinking about him again 😩)

yeah? then i'm going to give you a bit of food for your thoughts! <3

think about this. luke, who is tired of being a virgin, is trying to hook up with boys from school but mysteriously, nothing works out. that arryn boy his own mother approved of? got his tires slashed when he was supposed to drive to luke's. jason lannister? yeah, right. the day he was supposed to meet luke and go on a romantic trip together, someone smacked his nose with a bat when he was walking down the street after leaving a club and now he's in the hospital. that fuckboy tattoo artist greyjoy? food poisoning, bed rest for more than a week. borros baratheon's nephew? blocked lucerys from everywhere with no reason apparent and now doesn't talk to him. aemond targaryen? well. these are major words. but i bet stalker!jace trying to erase the competition will come up with something. ;)

#asks: unusual raccoon #jace is unhinged hihihi #about: jaceluke #my moon and my stars 🤍

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greeksorceress · 1 year

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Last one before bed. This idea is eating my brain:

“One more,” Luke pleads, “one more child, Jace - please. I loathe the idea of our Laenor being alone.”

His brother pauses, full lips pursed slightly.

“Have you considered-“

“I would rather fling myself from the top of the Keep than bare his children,” Luke hisses, before turning upon his brother with a cow-eyed expression, “yours, Jace - the babe has to be yours.”

listen, i have hearts in my eyes right now. the fact that they named the baby laenor!? the fact that lucerys is asking for another one!? my whole heart. i need this in my life, i need this so much! everything that you write has me 🥺🤍 jacaerys obliging tho . . . hihi

#asks: unusual raccoon #luv ya alex #your mind <3 #jaceluke has my heart #omfg omfg omfg you're a genius

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writing-house-of-m · 9 months

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Welcome to the Team

Wanda Maximoff x Reader x Jeff the landshark

Summary: Jeff meets the team

A/N: Here is part 2 of my Jeff AU. In celebration of today being a year since I first posted a fic there will be a double bill of Jeff! The final 1 year celebration request includes Jeff too so you can expect that later on. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this part, it's practically a crack!fic 😂

It is unusual for everyone to be sitting in the lounge area on a random Friday afternoon. But you have put it off for long enough so it is time to finally rip off the band-aid.

You are standing facing the group of heroes who are all looking at you expectedly with Wanda standing right behind you. You look over your shoulder and see her give you an encouraging smile, waiting for you to start talking.

Taking a breath, you begin. "Okay. I know you're all wondering why we've asked you here today." And before you can get anywhere the Avengers must think this is the cue to start a guessing game.

"Wanda's pregnant!" Tony exclaims.

Some of the quicker thinkers widen their eyes and reflexively look at you.

You point at him to quickly shut down the thought, "No."

"Really? There have been some weird noises coming from your room lately," Sam thinks aloud.

Once again you are stopped before you can comment.

"You're moving out together?" Bucky asks.

You're about to decline the accusation but then they all come flooding in.

"You finally proposed?" Natasha questions.

"Wanda proposed?" Steve opposes.

"Oh wow, I really thought it would be you to pop the question, Y/n. What a twist," Carol, who you don't even know why she is here, says.

"You got a dog?" Peter speaks with a hopeful look in his eye.

"A cat maybe?" Bucky decides to add his own input. Along with Bruce who follows with, "Perhaps a rabbit?"

You turn to see Wanda amused by the whole thing. Turning back around, you have to raise your voice to be heard, "QUIET!" This manages to restore some order to the meeting you called.

"Thank you," you relax. "None of you are right. Actually I guess Peter, Bucky and Bruce were close."

You see Peter raise his hand for a fist bump but Bruce mistakes it for a high five so it turns into an awkward closed hand around a fist situation. Bucky is too far from either of them to celebrate the small victory.

"There is a new addition to the compound, his name is Jeff," you announce.

"Who names a hamster 'Jeff'?" Peter asks.

"No way, it's going to be a parrot. Or some kind of bird right?" Clint 'The Hawkeye' Barton guesses.

Once again this starts off a new guessing game - What animal could it be?

"Monkey," "Raccoon," "Fox," "Guinea pig," "Chameleon," "Duck!"

You begin to question your life choices, how did you ever end up in this situation? Maybe you should have set this gathering up like a game show at least then it might have been fun for you too.

Instead of stopping them this time you take a seat until they hopefully tire themselves out.

"No, no. From the noises I heard it's definitely a goat," Sam remarks.

You decide it's hopeless when the discussion doesn't look like it will cease. Giving up the waiting game you nod your head to Wanda rolling your eyes, you can tell she is holding in her laughter for your sake.

She leaves the area and after a few moments she returns with Jeff. It is only when the pitter patter sound of footsteps close in do they realise you are no longer standing directly in front of them. Instead you are next to Wanda with a new being between you.

You could hear a pin drop now that everyone's gazes are fixed to the little guy.

"Everybody, this is Jeff," you introduce your new roommate.

The attention seems to make Jeff nervous, you don't know if he has ever had this many eyes on him. Possibly when he was captive in the lab. You realise this could be traumatic for him so you guide him to step behind you.

His two front feet grip your leg as he peers round to see everyone still looking at him.

Wanda sits on the floor close to him with a hand resting on the fin on his back. "It's okay Jeff, they're all friendly," she reassures him.

"Is that a fish with legs?" Clint asks, "Oh man, I was way off."

"He's a shark," you say matter-of-factly. When you see everyone's expression change to a worried or frightened one you clarify further in hopes to calm their nerves. "A landshark!"

It doesn't work.

"Y/n, what the hell is a landshark? You better start explaining and fast," Natasha all but threatens you. You can see one of her hands has disappeared behind her back meaning she is defensively readying a knife behind her.

"He's not harmful, he's really friendly," you say. Then you remember some things you have read about sharks so are quick to add, "Also sharks are misconstrued as being vicious when they're actually not. They get a bad rep even though they're basically puppies of the ocean. Did you know, more people are killed each year by coconu-"

"Y/n!" Natasha interrupts.

"Right," you say, gathering your thoughts and glancing down at him. "He's nice and friendly and really playful. A bit of a clutz too. We've had him hidden in our room for about two weeks now."

This seems to bring Tony's attention away from the shark to you, "Oh really? And you didn't think to mention this to the person who pays for everything around here?"

"We were going to tell you after the first night he stayed but didn't bother because we didn't think he would be here for this long. Dr Cho was trying to get a specialist in to take a look at him but there were delays," Wanda momentarily takes over for you.

"Oh, so Cho knows. That's great," Tony comments sarcastically, "as well as the specialist, right?"

"Yes. Plus two others who work with the specialist," you add much to Tony's dismay.

Jeff seems to be a bit more comfortable because he has come out from behind you. He tugs on your pant leg wanting to be picked up by you so you oblige and feedback to the group what you have found out so far.

"They finally looked him over a couple of days ago. No one knows where he has come from or why he looks the way he does. The working theory is that he was experimented on which fits with what Wanda saw in a flash the first time she came in contact with him."

Jeff starts squirming in your arms so you nod to Wanda to continue while you try to settle Jeff by whispering words of affirmation to him. Telling him none of these people will hurt him as you rub up and down his back.

"From the tests and interacting with him so far he seems to be able to understand us and in addition to being able to breathe air he can breathe underwater too. The more time we spend with him the easier it has been to communicate," Wanda finishes, while she scratches under Jeff's chin which helps calm his nerves.

Everyone looks on in silence as Jeff pulls away from you slightly. You speak in a low tone asking if he wants to say hi to the team. Which, reluctantly, he agrees to.

There is a strong bond between you, even if it hasn't been too long since you found him, so he knows he can trust anyone you want to introduce him to.

You go to place him on the ground but he whines a little while clutching your shirt. Instead, you stand back up and he turns in your arms facing the expecting crowd.

He raises his little hand in a wave speaking in a small voice, "Mrr."

In a second everybody's eyes soften and you hear a collective 'aww' sound out.

Maybe you should have started with this.

They are all about to rush over but you stop them from doing so with a hand out in front of you while taking a step back. Wanda moves swiftly standing between the incoming horde and Jeff.

"One at a time," she requests.

Peter makes his way over first and greets Jeff introducing himself.

It definitely must be a sight, all of this.

A young couple holding a shark as if he is a baby. It is only inevitable that someone asks, "So, is Jeff like your child then?"

And of course that person has to be Natasha.

…

The Jeff you are looking at now is unrecognisable to the Jeff from half an hour ago. He has lossened right up.

After everyone introduced themselves Peter decided to show Jeff his web slingers and, against yours and Wanda's wishes, hung Jeff upside down from the ceiling. The excited noise and wide smile was enough to make you step back. But not too far back just enough, in case you needed to catch him.

After that he spent some time with Carol who showed him a glowing fist. Natasha smirked at Wanda and you as she twirled a knife around her fingers, Bucky doing the same which turned into a contest.

When they weren't looking you picked him up and moved him away from the crazy movements.

As the only member with kids Clint simply spoke to him like he was a baby, Steve said he didn't have any tricks for him but maybe one day he would show Jeff his shield. Sam asked Jeff if he wanted to pet Redwing which he happily did.

Even now Tony has been playing tricks with him, making a coin disappear then reappear from behind Jeff's ear. He had to borrow a coin from someone first, it would have been more surprising if Tony had any small change on his person to begin with.

Next is Bruce who tells Jeff there is someone else he should meet then transforms into the Hulk. Jeff looks at the green giant in wonder then puts his arms up to be picked up so he can be the tallest in the room. When Hulk sees Jeff he crouches down so he is eye level with Jeff, sniffing and surveying him. He chuckles, calls Jeff 'a puny baby' then picks him up and places the landshark on his head.

Shortly after everyone takes their leave. Clint is on his way home to his family, Natasha goes to train with Bucky following behind her. A Hulk-less Bruce returns to the lab with Tony. Steve, Sam and Carol are discussing a mission they are assigned to lead and Peter says he has some homework he needs to finish.

"What a day huh Jeff?" You breathe out, exhausted. Jeff looks at you like a small child while trotting around, jumping on the couches and back onto the floor excited about all the new friends he has made.

"I think Jeff is going to be just fine here," Wanda says to you as you both watch him, side by side.

"Hello good people of Earth!" You hear a familiar loud voice sound from the entrance disturbing your peace. And when he makes it in front of you, he is his usual happy self.

"Hi Thor... What are you doing here?" You ask, confused.

"I'm here for the meeting, of course," Thor says in his cheery voice.

"I didn't know you were on the mailing list," you say a little tiredly trying to think back to the email you sent out.

"I didn't know he knew how to check his email," you hear Wanda's side comment next to you.

"Well, I am the strongest Avenger after all," Thor boasts, "I should be here for all the little talks and what nots."

"Right," you say a little unsurely. "Err, the meeting is over now but it was to introduce a new resident to the compound."

You see him spot Jeff who peeks his head over the backrest between you and Wanda. He is looking at Thor in awe with his mouth agape much like he did when he saw Hulk.

As he climbs over the back rest you stand and Jeff stands next to you in front of Thor his head tilting back as he trails his eyes upwards from the hammer Thor is holding to his face.

"This is Jeff," Wanda says.

"Jeff the landshark," you add.

Thor has seen plenty of creatures in his lifetime so it's no surprise he doesn't react in a negative way. "Oh, how wonderful! Welcome to the team, little landshark!" Thor's voice booms excitedly.

You don't get a chance to tell Thor that Jeff is not a part of the team, only that he is staying with you in the compound because, before you know it, he lifts Jeff onto his shoulder and walks away with him.

Sighing heavily you place your hands on your hips when you hear Thor talking about a battle, going into excruciating details about how he killed a group of enemies. You are a little wary of how Jeff is going to respond to the gory details of war.

Wanda stands and moves behind you. She wraps her arms around your waist, kissing your shoulder. "He-" Wanda was about to say something but is cut off short when you both hear an excited squeal from Jeff in the distance so she rests her chin and giggles against you instead.

"I was going to say he's going to love whatever story Thor brings up, but that's kind of obvious now," she says, smiling into your shoulder.

You sigh again, "I know. But now he's going to want us to talk about all the fights we've endured and I don't think it's good for him."

Next, you hear some scuffling making you cringe because it sounds as though some equipment has fallen and crashed to the ground. Not long later you hear the sound of fast little footsteps making their way in your direction.

Then you hear Thor shout, "JEFF! GIVE THAT BACK."

Well this can't be good.

Before you can move from your spot Jeff runs past you with Mjolnir clutched in his mouth. Wanda has stepped beside you and when you glance at each other you see she holds the same shocked expression as you.

You both then turn to see Jeff's figure running out of the entrance doors. Wanda is clearly amused but you speak aloud the question on your mind, "How is he worthy and I'm not?" You ask, insulted.

Wanda wraps her arms around your neck, her fingers playing with your hair, "It's okay honey, you don't need a hammer telling you anything I don't already know."

She is leaning in to kiss you but a new voice enters your ears.

"Sestra! Come look! There's a dog in a shark costume out here!" Pietro exclaims, "And he's holding a fake hammer too!"

It is official.

Jeff has met the whole team.

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coopigeoncoo · 14 days

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Meat Cute, Chapter 3

Chapter Links: First, Previous <- Chapter 3 ->Next

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Rating: Mature (rating may change)

Tags: Canon-typical violence, Cannibalism, Reader is a cannibal, Fake/pretend relationship, Puns, Raccoon Reader, Tags may change, Swearing

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In a bid to appear more approachable to the denizens of the Hazbin Hotel, Alastor enlists the help of his favorite butcher to step into the roll of an (after)lifetime: pretending to be his paramour!

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“You can't deny we have so much in common,” Alastor's grinned, his smile somehow, impossibly, widening even farther as he leaned down on the counter on a single elbow; his nose nearly touching yours as you stood frozen in place. “I'm somewhat of a Butcher myself, you know.”

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A story where one thing is certain: the steaks are never bigger than when love is on the line.

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“You're in a good mood today, Ms. Rosie,” you commented as you wrapped up her unusually large order of flank steaks, happy that something has managed to finally cheer her up after Franklin's untimely demise during the last Extermination. You'd taken it upon yourself to personally dismember Franklin's body, making every break and slice as precise as possible before packaging up her remains and delivering them to Rosie.

It had been a spur of the moment decision to separate Franklin's heart separately from the rest of the offal, boxing it up and tying it with a length of silky black ribbon. You'd carefully passed the box into Rosie's shaking hands; averting your eyes and pretending to not notice her tears as she slipped the sentimental hunk of muscle into the back of her icebox with a guy-wrenching sob.

“Sure am, sweetie!” Rosie grinned, adjusting the brim on her wide hat until it fell just so . “An old friend is back in town after seven years and I finally got him to agree to visit!”

“That's wonderful, Ms. Rosie! I hope you have a great time catching up.”

“It's gonna be a bloodbath,” she cackled in delight. “I'll make him regret up and disappearing on me without so much as a postcard!”

“Oh,” you murmured thoughtfully, still not quite used to the volatile nature of relationships in Hell, especially amongst the more aged population. “Can I sharpen your knives before you go?”

“That would be fantastic, darling! Thank you,” Rosie said, reaching into the handbag at her side and slowly pulling out no less than half a dozen ornate looking blades, lining them up carefully on the counter while you prepped a nearby whetstone.

The large brass bell on the wall rang cheerily, indicating the presence of a salesman at the back door.

“Fresh Meat handles deliveries!” the man at the sausage stuffer called over his shoulder with a grin, laughing as you threw your hands up into the air with a frustrated groan.

“This is ridiculous!” You hissed in irritation, wiping your hands off angrily on your apron. “It's been five flipping years of this! When are we going to hire someone new so I can have a break once in a while?”

“You think Hal is going to pay for a new employee?” The shift manager said, ladling blood into large glass jars. “He barely even pays us!”

Still grumbling, you throw open the back door, customer service smile in place, and nearly scream at the sight that awaits you.

Angels, dozens of them, being dragged down the alley and thrown into careless piles by the butcher shop stoop.

“What's the going rate for angel meat?” The man at the front of the line asked, his suit jacket torn to shreds and face splatter with glimmering angel blood.

“I- I don't know,” you whispered in shock, examining the angel closest to you, multiple bites taken out of the visible flesh of their arm. “But whatever it is, you aren't getting full price for the ones you've been nibbling on.”

It had been days since you'd been able to grab more than a couple hours sleep at a time. Cuts of angel meat had become an instant delicacy and sinners were flooding into Cannibal Town with loaded wallets, ready to spend any amount that would guarantee them the right to try the smallest morsel; not knowing when or if they'd ever have the opportunity again.

And since you were the only employee Hal trusted to break down the angels without helping yourself to a bite or two, you had been working pretty much nonstop since last week.

“Have a good rest of your day,” you managed to squeeze out in-between yawns, lazily waving goodbye to the pug-faced demon walking away with his newly acquired angel femur tucked securely under a beefy arm.

“I c’n help whoe’er's next, ” you slur, the fist that's propping up your heavy head squishing your cheek and distorting your mouth and any words that tumble out of it. You closed your eyes, determined to catch a moment of rest while the next customer perused the assortment of angel parts stacked artistically behind the glass display case. A loud huff startled you awake, your body jolting when you realized you'd drifted off to sleep while the milling customers became increasingly irritated by the indecisive customer at the head of the line.

“I can offer suggestions if you're having trouble deciding,” you offer, doing your best to focus back onto your patrons and not your all-consuming exhaustion.

“My sincerest apologies for taking so long!” The man sighed, voice crackling as his eyes darted from one cut of angel to another. “It all looks positively divine !”

“That is the notable selling point,” you agree with a yawn. “There isn't a bad cut amongst the bunch, but if you're really undecided then I have to recommend grabbing a couple of rib eyes and some salt.

“Oh?” The man asked, nose nearly pressed up against the glass in front of the briskets.

“Mmhmm. That way, even if you made a mistake, salt makes m'steaks taste great.”

You had been expecting one of the regular responses to your puns, a polite chuckle or pained goan, but your customer did neither. Instead, much to your great surprise, the bright red man threw his head back and cackled.

“Rosie said this place had the best angel meat in Cannibal Town, but she failed to mention anything about complimentary comedy show!”

“Well, we have to keep that part on the down-low,” you say conspiratorially, lowering your voice into a fake whisper. “We aren't zoned as an entertainment venue.”

“My lips are sealed!” The man promised, using two black-tipped claws to close an invisible zipper across his saw-toothed grin; his lips nowhere near touching each other, let alone sealed. “I'd hate for my favorite new shop to be closed down just when I discovered it!”

You rang up his order, every angel steak you had available, and he left with the promise that he would return for a visit soon, the crowd of customers parting in front of him as he made his way towards the exit, hand twirling in the air as he bid you adieu.

Dorcas was beside you in an instant, squealing at such a high pitch that your ears folded back against your head protectively.

“You were so cool!, ” she gushed, tugging at your arm excitedly. “I can't believe you were able to act so casually around him!”

“Him? Him who?”

“Alastor!”

“Alastor?”

“You know, the Radio Demon?” Dorcas asked incredulously. “One of the top Overlords?”

“The steak guy is an Overlord?” You gasp in horror, desperately grasping your coworker's boney shoulders to keep your legs from buckling beneath you. “Please, please tell me I didn't crack stupid jokes at an Overlord! ”

“You did. And I think he expects you to do it again.”

“Oh,” you mutter distantly, saliva turning sour in your mouth as your mind reeled with the multitude of painful and bloody ways your overly familiar interaction could have ended. “I think I'm going to be sick.”

“Need me to get your barf bucket?”

“Yes, please.”

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theos-fics · 1 year

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Business Vs. Pleasure (17+)

Leon S. Kennedy x afab! Reader (gender not specified!!)

Word count: 2, 734

Prompt generator fic!

‘’Y/n and Kennedy go on a camping trip. Y/n forgets to bring a sleeping bag, so they have to squeeze into Kennedy's sleeping bag with them. ‘’

Tw: Sexual activity (17/18+), vulgar descriptions, fingering, makeout, Leon lowkey being a sub

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It’s not everyday you get to go to work out in the wilderness, or close enough that it’s unusual. Leon was not ignoring the fact that the “wilderness” that he was to be working in was infested with the C-Virus, and he was sent back to Spain to clean up anything that was able to escape from the island that Asheley Graham was trapped on; it was better to be safe than sorry, he guessed. What he was not aware of was that he was being sent with one of the agency's newer Agents, who seemed more than willing to do whatever was asked of them. It reminded him of who he was before Raccoon city. Ignorantly following every order that was given to him, and they were almost the same. Luckily for you, the rookie, Kennedy was hoping that your first day would be a little lighter than his.

It wasn’t every day people who were simple law enforcement were sought out by the United States government. Unlike those who worked around you, you believed you were at least a little more experienced than they thought you were. You had worked in the profession as soon as you could out of high school and climbed the ranks throughout your years of hard work and effort, and your effort paid off in the long run because you were making far more money than anyone in your department could dream of. That was what had been on your mind as you rode in the passenger side backseat of the older car in which Leon sat beside you. There was one of the local law enforcement men driving both of you to the “undisclosed” location so both of you could investigate and make sure that nothing escaped from that island.

“How much longer?” Leon asked the driver and leaned over so he could look at the driver over the middle console, his brows furrowed so the hard ridges on his face were more noticeable. Ever since you had been introduced to Agent Kennedy you noticed one primary thing about him; that he was perpetually stressed out. His stress lines burned into his young face even though he couldn’t be older than his late twenties. It was rude to ask anyone their age, so you simply never gave in. “We will arrive there in a few minutes. The extraction point will be on the other side of the forest. The coast side. A helicopter will arrive to take you back.” The driver spoke with a Spanish accent, never averting his eyes from the road as he spoke to Leon. With the response your partner leaned back in his seat and sighed, leaning his head up against the window while you looked over to him- was training a rookie this bad? You had gotten well acquainted with Leon through your collaboration on a lot of intel. Most of your work for the Government had been office based so far, but maybe that is where Leon wanted you to stay.

Your driver suddenly slowed in front of a cleared out patch in the forest, the gravel on the side of the road making the car shake and both you as well as your partner reached out to brace yourselves. Both of you looked at each other and he smiled lightly, “you’re not used to off-roading either, huh?” You smiled and laughed in response, shaking your head as you looked around at what seemed to be an endless forest. “We’re here. Out now. I am late to lunch because of you two.” Leon was the first to get out, you following suit and heading to the trunk to unload anything you two had brought. Leon seemed far more prepared, a whole duffle bag of supplies slung across his shoulder and his trademark bomber jacket. Maybe this is why people didn’t like rookies, because you packed a few weapons and a jacket. Without thinking twice, you simply grabbed your things and closed the trunk. Leon slapped the rear of the car with his hand which seemed to signal the driver to speed off. After getting a face full of dust you both began your unsure descent into the forest, you following at the heel of your superior and making sure to keep an eye on whatever he couldn’t.

The bare minimum that you had been told is that the Federal Government had figured out that there was a docktown that had a sister town where those from the island were traveling to and from, which needed to be checked out. The files assured that there was a small chance that there was anyone there since most of them were a part of the cult that Leon had been tasked with taking care of. It was a cool place despite being Spain; the jacket being a good decision on both you and Leon’s part since you were already chilly with the sun out. It was a beautiful place without a doubt, an array of mosses and trees scattering the area along with some wildlife which would scurry off as soon as they noticed you walking through the forest. You were quiet now, you weren't sure if it was because you were unaware of what to talk about with Leon, or because you weren’t sure if you were allowed to talk now that you two were actually out. Your partner took notice of your apprehension, turning his head some to look back at you, “You know you’re a great rookie, far better than I was when I first started this job,” he praised, “I actually request you when I make my case reports.” The compliment made you smile. Bashful in a way as you responded, “you’re really easy to work with on the reports. Most of our colleagues are a little stubborn with their work.” He laughed in response, slowing to be able to talk to you easier and continuing the conversation further.

You were at the edge of a village before the two of you knew it, Leon quieting after noticing the buildings in the distance and putting a finger to his lips to halt the conversation. Both of you began your silent investigation of the town. Being empty from the outside though both of you knew you were there to make sure that it was actually empty. It was later in the day now as well, so it made both of you more apprehensive to walk around. “I’ll take the right side, you take the left.” Leon whispered and you nodded, both heading in your respective directions. The left of the village was mostly made of what seemed like stores or storage buildings, having to use a flashlight as the day fell into dusk and the forest prohibiting any of the setting sun’s light to come into the village. The only living creatures you had found within the buildings were rats and birds, making use of empty and uninhabited shelters to use for themselves. While you were exploring the upstairs of your building you heard a creak from the floor behind you, whirling around and pointing your light along with your gun at the noise; which was Leon. His hands up as he smiled mischievously, “A lot quicker than I thought,” he commented.“That’s why I got hired.” You quipped back. He responded positively, nodding in agreement as he looked around the building.

It was one of the few that you had found that was not rat infested nor too dirty to even breathe properly in. Leon’s eyes darted around before looking back to you and motioning around, “We should shack up here for the night.” He pulled his duffle bag from around his shoulders and dropped it on the floor, “if there are infected around you don’t want to fight them in the dark. Trust me.” With the way he grimaced after his statement you decided to trust him on that and placed your gun back into your gun belt. You stood there as he unpacked a few blankets and a pillow for himself; you looked a little dumb now, you must admit, but nobody told you this job was going to be an overnight thing! Leon looked up at you as you stood there, raising a brow and speaking, “you didn’t bring anything to sleep on, did you?” He didn’t seem disappointed by any means, a blanket in one of his hands as he looked at you expectantly. “I wasn’t told this was going to be a sleepover,” you mused, “I would have brought one of those personality quiz magazines and a sports magazine to ogle at shirtless boys.” Leon chuckled as he gestured to the poorly made palette in front of him and spoke, “Well, you can share mine with me- I have enough blankets for two.” The idea made your face flush, smiling at him in thanks, “I would appreciate that, Leon. Nothing like getting up close and personal with a coworker, Right?”

It wasn’t weird or anything laying beside Leon, he was a nice guy and everything so he gave you the appropriate space, of course. Then you two ended up talking petty opinions like superior pets and such. It was a mildly mind numbing conversation that had both of you eventually dozing off, a stiff sleep considering you were laying on the floor. Though, it was sleeping nonetheless. It was mostly dreamless. You woke up prematurely with your face in the crook of his neck and one of his arms resting on your hip. Obviously since both of you were asleep there wasn’t anything unprofessional about the position. But now that you were well aware of how inappropriate this would be if you were both awake, it made you flush- it made you feel hot, almost. It wasn’t like you and Leon had tension or anything, friendly office banter and playful flirting when you two were alone working on something. It was playful, wasn’t it? With his firm chest against your own it didn’t feel as playful. A burn stirring in your abdomen as you are suddenly very aware of where Leon is and where he is not. Everything was burning and you could only act like his breath on the shell of your ear only felt cool because you were burning up, everything felt like it was embers on your skin.

For some reason you moved your head from his neck and looked up to him, meeting his glassy blue eyes before gulping and wondering why your mouth was so dry right now. His lips were parted as he looked at you, “I thought you were asleep Leon- I would have moved if you had told me you were awake, you know that right? I mean I-” you were interrupted with his hand that was under your head gripping your face to get you to stop rambling. Again you met his eyes, pupils blown in an almost cartoonish fashion as he watched your lips pucker from the grip he had on your cheeks. “Can I kiss you?” Leon gasped, like he had been waiting to say that and with the desperateness of his tone you would not be surprised if he had been. Nodding since his grip prohibited you from speaking properly he leaned in and pressed a kiss to you, oddly domestic for the way that he was acting in the moment though it somehow caused the burn in your belly to worsen. It was gentle, how could someone of his strength be so soft. He seemed baffled when he pulled away, letting go of your face again which let you get a short breath of air before he was back at your lips again; his passion showed through this time, his arm on your hip moving so that he could grip into the flesh that he could almost feel through your pants.For some reason you moved your head from his neck and looked up to him, meeting his glassy blue eyes before gulping and wondering why your mouth was so dry right now. His lips were parted as he looked at you, “I thought you were asleep, Leon- I would have moved if you had told me you were awake, you know that, right? I mean, I-” you were interrupted with his hand that was under your head. Gripping your face to get you to stop rambling. Again, you met his eyes- pupils blown in an almost cartoonish fashion as he watched your lips pucker from the grip he had on your cheeks. “Can I kiss you?” Leon gasped, like he had been waiting to say that and with the desperateness of his tone you would not be surprised if he had been. Nodding, since his grip prohibited you from speaking properly, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to you. Oddly domestic for the way that he was acting in the moment. Though, it somehow caused the burn in your belly to worsen. It was gentle. How could someone of his strength be so soft? He seemed baffled when he pulled away, letting go of your face again which let you get a short breath of air before he was back at your lips again. His passion showed through this time. His arm on your hip moving so that he could grip into the flesh that he could almost feel through your pants.

When he pulled away there was a bit of drool on the corner of his lip, neither of you really bothering with it as he moved the hand on your hip to your abdomen and gulped. Feeling where the waist of your pants were and looking up at you. His eyes were still glassy, though there was a part of you that was almost certain that this was because of his seemingly desperate need to feel whatever lay beyond the confines of your pants. Without thinking you nodded and he moved one of his arms down to unbutton your pants and then unzipped them. Not caring further as he moved his hand up to his mouth and licked his fingers before moving them back down. He pressed his hand flat against your belly before sliding them past your underwear and into your heat, both of you gasping at the feeling. You were wetter than you thought; the feeling of his cool hands making you shiver unconsciously. Leon whined similarly, closing his eyes as he felt the warmth of your pussy. Maybe the months of pent up tension from the office was finally making itself known, or maybe two people on the floor together were just meant to be but neither of you cared at that moment. As long as no infected thing stumbled its way into your little room you two couldn’t care less.

He was like a man starved as he stuffed his fingers inside of you. Thrusting them into your cunt with abandon as you pressed your face into the curve of his neck- propping your leg up onto his hip to give him better access to what he clearly sought out. Unbeknownst to you, Leon was getting off on his own. The hot feeling swelling over you making you ignore the feeling of his bulge rubbing against your other thigh. Leon was painfully skilled with his fingers. Feeling as your hips stuttered into him when he curled his finger against the fleshy spot inside of you and he kept curling. The nerves were alight between your legs as you began tearing up from the intensity of his fingers, angling his palm so everytime you jutted your hips it pressed your swollen clit up against the heel of his hand. It took you a minute to realize that his heel was your stimulation. Finally starting to buck your hips enough to rub the sensitive nub against his calloused hand to get any stimulation that you possibly could. It was sweltering now, him whining out loud as he got off on the squelch of your pussy and any breathless sound you made. Even without any light you could feel the heat of his face in your neck, his lips starting to prod at your neck as he tried to quiet himself down. Even though you were the one he was working on, he sounded pitiful as he cried and whined at the feeling of your slick drenching his hand.

Soon you were erratic with your hips at the feeling of your clit rubbing against Leon’s palm. You yourself moaned out as he sped up his fingers and arched his wrist to meet your own thrusts. Your lower belly was tense as you felt yourself teetering on the edge of bliss, your pitch heightening as Leon’s finger curled one last time and you cried out, moving your hands up into his hair and pulling on it as he whimpered at the feeling. He was not far behind you with a pathetic whine and his hips twitching, his eyes rolling back as he stilled his grinding against you. It was a moment of tense silence before Leon pulled his fingers from your pussy with a discontented whine from you, wrapping that arm around your waist and pulling you into him again and pressing his face into your chest. “You are so hot.” he said bluntly, which in response, you giggled. Your brain was still foggy from his precise fingers. After another few moments of silence you gained feeling back over your body, a wet spot being felt on the space before your knee. “Leon, did you get off on my knee?” you asked breathlessly. A flush overwhelming your face again as he looked up at you lazily. “If you just go to sleep I will wake you up with another treat,” he offered. A dazed look on his face as he looked up to you with those puppy dog eyes. “Deal.”

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Edited by: Max

Written by: theo's-fics

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cringevalue · 4 months

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so stupid - steddie

(ao3)

wc: 1,631

tags: allergic reactions, panic attacks, ptsd, comfort, implied sexual content

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“Can I, pretty please, get a kiss?” Eddie asks, turning Steve around by his shirt.

“Right now?” Steve’s voice is distorted by whatever food he hasn’t yet swallowed.

Eddie gives a soft smile and a nod, wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist. He pulls the pretty boy into his own body and closes the gap between their lips. Steve is familiar, safe, and… extra sweet right now. What is this taste again? It reminds him of his childhood, something about summer.

“Taste so damn good,” Eddie mumbles as he pulls away for a breath before going right back in for another kiss. He pokes his tongue at the soft fruit in Steve’s mouth, attempting to carve out a bit for himself, disguising it simply as a very passionate kiss.

When they finally pull away from each other, Eddie has half of the fruit in his mouth, and Steve has the other half. They stare at each other for a minute as they chew their pieces of the fruit before swallowing.

Steve chuckles. “You’re so weird.”

“You love weird.”

Steve wouldn’t have loved Eddie’s kind of weird three years ago, and it’s still strange to think about how much he loves it now. After everything that happened in the Upside Down, Steve can’t help but love Eddie’s kind of weird – the ‘freaky’, but harmless weird. Let’s be clear for a moment, shall we? Steve has loved ‘weird’ since he started spending more time with the younger boys, especially Dustin. However, the younger boys weren’t standing-on-top-of-tables weird, or flirting-with-their-bullies weird, and he never has and never will describe them as ‘freaky’. Eddie, on the other hand, was – and mostly still is – all of those things. Granted, Steve hasn’t seen him stand on top of a table in at least three months (that’s a record), but Eddie still flirts with the people who see him as some sort of harmful being.

Eddie blares Death Metal in Steve’s car on the way home from grocery shopping. Eddie jumps on the couch when he’s full of energy, despite being far too big to be doing that. Eddie has a tattoo of a razor blade on his wrist. Eddie got both his eyebrows pierced, only to take the jewelry out and let the holes close up three days later, opting to just get a septum instead. Eddie found a dead raccoon in Steve’s backyard and begged Steve to let him keep it, and now there are raccoon bones in various places of the house – the skull sits on a shelf in their bathroom.

All in all, Eddie is a freak.

And Steve loves freaks.

“I love you,” Steve says softly, eyes grazing on Eddie’s face, taking in the scars above and below his eyebrows, the dimple in his chin, the way a strand of his hair curls up under his eye, so close to poking it, and he doesn’t even seem to notice – he even notices the mosquito bite near the boy’s hairline. Weird. They haven’t been outside since this morning. A mosquito must’ve gotten in through the window or something.

Eddie is looking at Steve in the same way, eyes grazing over his boyfriend’s moles, the subtle dip in the tip of his nose, and his unusually messy hair. “I love you too,” he whispers.

Steve grins and pulls Eddie in for another kiss so aggressively that Eddie has to grab the counter behind Steve to ensure he doesn’t knock them both over.

As they kiss, Eddie moves one hand to scratch at his neck, not pulling away from Steve’s face. He doesn’t get his hand back to the counter before getting the itch again.

They eventually pull away from each other and Steve leads Eddie to their bedroom, laying him down on their bed. He climbs on top of his beautiful, handsome, stunning, oddly angelic boy, grabbing his face and kissing him again.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good,” Steve mumbles against Eddie’s lip and Eddie just happily hums in response, still scratching at his neck. His hand moves back and forth between his left cheek, his neck, and his left shoulder as Steve moves down and sucks a hickey into his boyfriend’s stomach. “Take your shirt off, baby.”

Eddie happily obliges, lifting the shirt over his head and suddenly realizing how itchy his chest is. He knows something is wrong when Steve freezes for a few seconds before yelling, “What the fuck is that?”

Steve quickly moves into a more practical position to get a better look at Eddie’s condition, and Eddie looks down to see what’s wrong.

Hives.

He has hives covering almost the entire left side of his chest, seeming to bleed into the right side and down to his ribs.

“What were you eating when I kissed you?” Eddie asks, not seeming super concerned.

“Watermelon,” Steve says, but it sounds more like a question.

“God damn you, Stevie.”

“What?”

“Go get me a fucking Benadryl,” Eddie points toward the hallway, chuckling a bit.

Steve jumps up, clearly panicking. Is Eddie going to die? Did he just kill his boyfriend? Eddie ate the watermelon from his mouth though. Did Eddie kill himself?

He races back with a bottle of Benadryl, a glass of lemonade, and a bag of frozen corn, making Eddie laugh.

“What?” Steve asks, pushing Eddie back against the headboard, laying the bag of corn on his chest, and pulling the scratching fingers away from the hives. He opens the bottle and hands a couple capsules to his boyfriend, along with the glass of lemonade. “You’re having an allergic reaction, right? I don’t want it to get worse and-”

“Relax, Stevie,” Eddie says after he swallows the capsule. “Take a deep breath. Another one. Good. Now, listen to me, Steve. I am fine. Yes, this is an allergic reaction. Yes, it can get worse. But here’s the thing: this will not be the big thing that finally takes me out. It’s just hives, I will be okay. I’m not going into anaphylactic shock or anything.”

“But anaphylaxis causes hives.”

“Steve, look at me! Do I look like I’m walking up to Death’s doorstep right now?”

“No,” Steve mumbles, seeming unsure.

“No! I’m alive and well and covered in hives. It doesn’t get any worse than hives growing all over my body, not for me.”

“Okay…”

Steve looks like he’s trying to hold back tears right now, so Eddie stretches his arms out. “Come here, Stevie.”

Steve climbs into the bed and into Eddie’s arm, resting his head on his boyfriend’s hive-infested chest. “I love you,” he says, letting out a sob.

“Oh, my sweet boy. Too innocent for this cruel world, aren’t you? I love you too, sweet thing. I’m not going anywhere. Nowhere. You’re stuck with me, baby.” Eddie rubs Steve’s back, kissing the top of his head.

“It’s just so scary,” Steve cries. “Ever since that trip to the Upside Down, I’ve been so worried. I wake up every morning and my first thought is ‘Where is Eddie?’. And lately, you’ve been snoring right next to me.” He laughs and sniffles. “But I’m scared of anything dangerous happening to you, I’m scared that anything could take you and I’m never gonna hear your voice again.”

“Baby girl,” Eddie coos and Steve laughs again, “I’m not going anywhere. Nothing is going to take me out just yet, not until you’re already gone. I won’t let you feel that kind of pain ever again, you hear me?”

Steve nods. “I hear you.”

“Good girl.” That makes Steve laugh again. “No damn watermelon is gonna kill me. Now that’s just stupid, isn’t it?”

“So stupid.”

“So stupid.” Eddie kisses Steve’s head again. “You’re going to keep waking up to that beautiful snoring-” Steve laughs. “-you’re going to keep hearing this ethereal voice, and you’re going to keep kissing these divine lips. Every day for the rest of your life, I’ll be there. Got it?”

“Got it.” Steve moves to kiss Eddie, but Eddie puts a finger over Steve’s lips.

“Ah-ah, no. You’ve already made your mark.” He gestures to the fading hives. “Go brush your teeth.”

Steve sighs dramatically, but gets up and walks to the bathroom. Eddie follows him in and wraps his arms around his boyfriend’s waist, watching him brush his teeth. Eddie rests his chin on Steve’s shoulder and stares at him in the mirror. “Divine,” he mumbles.

“Me or you?” Steve asks with the toothbrush in his mouth.

Eddie pulls away with a dramatic eye roll. “Me, obviously! I mean, look at you! Do you look divine, Stevie?”

“I don’t think so.”

“You don’t think so?! Stevie Elizabeth Harrington! You are the definition of divine! You’re like- You’re like my own personal god. My deity. I worship you. You don’t just look divine, Steve, you sound divine, smell divine, act divine-”

“I do not act divine.”

“-taste divine, feel divine. Everything about you is just… divinity, babe. You’re divine.”

“Okay.”

Eddie wraps his arms around Steve’s shoulders. “Say it.”

Steve spits the toothpaste and rinses his mouth out. “Say what?”

“Say you’re divine.”

“I’m not saying I’m divine.”

“Are you?”

“You’re gonna be offended if I say no, aren’t you?”

“Yep.”

Steve sighs. “I’m divine.”

Eddie grins and kisses Steve’s jaw. “That’s a good Stevie. Let’s get back to what we took my shirt off for, yeah?”

Steve smiles and turns around in Eddie’s arms. “I would love that.” He kisses him.

Eddie’s lips taste like watermelon. They’ve never tasted like watermelon before. This is odd.

Eddie’s hair is rough in Steve’s hands. It’s always rough. This is right.

Steve’s cheeks are sticky with tears. He almost never cries. This is odd.

Steve’s lips taste like mint. They almost always taste like mint. This is right.

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♡More Ship incorrect Quotes for RDR♡

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♡John Marston x Javier Escuella♡

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John : I love you.

Javier , not paying attention: What was that?

John : I said I’m selling you to the zOo-

John : My hands are cold.

Javier : Here, let me hold them.

John : My lips are cold too.

Javier : *covers John 's mouth with their hand*

Javier : Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.

John : Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.

Javier : *fast-forwards all the way through the movie*

John : You can't just skip to the happy ending!

Javier : I don't have time for their problems.

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♡Arthur Morgan x Charles Smith♡

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Arthur: I think it’s time I get my life in order.

Charles , narrating: But they did not get their life in order. In fact, they got drunk last night and fought a raccoon.

Arthur : I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Charles: But, Arthur, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

Arthur : O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Charles: Is it working?

Charles: You have to apologize to them Arthur .

Arthur : Fine! But I must warn you that this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT the person you fell in love with!

Arthur : Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers?

Charles: Peonies, why?

Arthur :

Charles: Were you going to get me flowers?

Arthur :

Charles:

Arthur : ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ

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♡Dutch Van Der Linde x Hosea Matthews♡

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Hosea: I can't imagine what Dutch is planning. But I can tell you two things. We won't like it and it won't be legal.

Dutch: You're right.

Hosea: That's... That's an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

Kidnapper: We have your child

Hosea: I don’t have a child?

Kidnapper: Then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crusts off their sandwich?

Hosea: Oh god, you have Dutch.

Hosea: That's not funny.

Dutch : I thought it was funny.

Hosea: You don't count. You started laughing in the middle of a funeral because you started thinking of a meme you saw on Facebook.

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♡Sean Maguire x Lenny Summers♡

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Lenny: Hey, can I get a sip of that water?

Sean: It’s not water.

Lenny: Vodka! I like your sty-

Sean: It’s vinegar.

Lenny: …What?

Sean: It's vinegar, PUSSY.

Lenny: Ew. What kind of tea is this?

Sean: I boiled gatorade.

Sean: I’m in love with you.

Lenny: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.

Sean: I know.

Lenny: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

Lenny: Are you ready to commit?

Sean: Like, a crime or a relationship?

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♡Kieran Duffy x Bill Williamson♡

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Bill : The first time Keiran opened a box of Cheerios and looked inside they yelled, "OH WOW! DONUT SEEDS!"

Bill : Are you a masochist or a sadist?

Kieran , deadpan: I’m a Taurus.

Bill : I never tell people off the bat that I'm gay. I wait. I wait until they say some homophobic shit and then I laugh and am like "you know I'm gay right?" and watch the look of terror on their face.

Keiran :

Keiran : I like you.

Bill : *closes a cabinet*

*a crash is heard behind the cabinet door*

Kieran : What was that?

Bill : The sound of someone else's problem.

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