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sultrydxrling · 1 month ago

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I would like a male satyr x reader please (any gender reader it's fine), and I hope that it's okay if I add some lore (it's my first ask) but I was thinking that it would take place in Camp half blood (if you write for percy Jackson if not a normal summer camp is alright as well) and reader is a child of Hermes and the satyr is a son of Dionysus and they are lovers and they plan to have their first time near the lake under the full moon (can be SFW or NSFW), thank you in advance! 😘

(8k+ NSFW; SON OF DIONYSUS/X/ANY READER- DECENT OF HERMES: INTOX/SEXOUTSIDE/ORGY/WORSHIP/

EDGING/BLOOD/ KNIFE)

Text is color-themed-

Purple is background SFW text

The green background is for the horny stuff, so if you want to skip down you can.

EACH CHARACTER GETS THEIR OWN DIALOGUE COLOR, THE COLORR MIGHT BE REUSED IF A CHARACTOR LEAVES.

(I'm not sure if I do camp half-blood because I dont plan on doing more research than I already have to to make the characters. However, the thing will be heavily based on the same rules and dynamics)

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You and your single father lived in a rural town smack in the middle of Georgia, and your life was very comfortable, considering your father was very good at his job and was paid well for it. He worked at the local newspaper warehouse, printing the news on thin sheets of paper to be read by the few people who still picked them up from the local grocery stores.

But, what he loved most was writing them, which he was able to do on the side. He would submit beautiful stories that would always make the first and second pages, even if it was hidden in a small corner.

He was a very enthusiastic and creative man named Samual, but of course, everyone called him Sam or Sammy, and occasionally, his work buddies would call him Uncle Sam.

For him, it was because he was always fighting for people's rights and what was just.

As American Uncle Sam should've, instead of swallowing young boys and girls and spitting them into the system that churned them out to their muddy, camo demises.

One night, it was raining, and you and your father were sitting quietly, doing your own separate little tasks. You were reading a Greek book about poetry and the many philosophers in the period, while he was working on an article for the following day.

You usually read books in any other language due to your dyslexia. Greek and other languages had always come to you naturally, the letters spinning and weaving themselves into something you could read, even though English was not as simple.

The letters would dance off of the page as you tried to decipher them until the inconvenience reached a point where you decided to have your teachers print things out in Spanish for you.

Your dad walked over closer to you, snapping you out of your imagination's adventures, and moved from the couch to the armchair across from yours, both of you now next to the cold area of the rain-soaked window.

"Hey, kiddo. i need to talk to you about something."

"Yeah sure, whats up?"

You slipped your bookmark into the pages and set it aside to give him your full attention. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, hands clasped together as he stared at the ground uncomfortably.

Your brows furrowed.

"Is everything okay? Did something happen to Daniel?"

Your first thought jumped to the fear of his best friend getting hurt at work. He looked sad and so lost. You'd only seen this when your father was grieving something.

"No... It's about your birth father."

He looked up to meet your eyes, and you couldn't help but laugh a little and gesture to him, up and down with your hand palm-side up.

"uhm?"

He smiled softly and rolled his eyes. He unbuttoned his flannel button down and opened the two sides, exposing two small scars, now well healed with time under his pecks.

"The one who helped make you. I gave burth to you after I had already had my top surgery, and soon after you were born, I had a full histerectomy, which removed all of the interior female organs, then bottom surgery. I'm still paying those bastards back for the medical bills."

He laughed softly as he buttoned up his shirt.

You sat there, pondering. You wondered if this really changed anything. You'd always questioned who your mom was, but your father was kind and good enough for you not to hold onto it so much. You had asked, but not gotten much of an explanation except-

'when you're older. I promise.'

You were older now.

"what im going to say, might not make any sense, and that's okay. But I received something in the mail today."

He slipped You a pamphlet. The title read

'Ἱερός Λόχος, Hierós Lókhos'

You could read this as 'Sacred Band of Thebes'. Then beneath that, you assumed it was the same thing but in English, which you couldn't read very well.

Your eyes sifted through the pamphlet, greek and English scattered about the pages, describing a camp for those who are born of gods, blessed blood, and warrior training. There were mentions of 'finding purpose' in this place, you looked up at your father and laughed.

"What is this? some prank? C'mon- Dad. I wasn't accepted to hogwarts. Someone is pulling our legs."

"Your father was Hermes."

He blurted, but he was serious, his voice was steady and unenthusiastic. He obviously thought he was telling the truth.

"Okay so a crack head got you pregnant and claimed to be hermes then what- disappeared to float away to the clouds? do you have any idea how rediculous that sounds?"

He rolled his eyes softly.

"What do you know about Hermes, (Y/N). Just tell me, I'll connect thee dots."

You sighed but decided to entertain him.

"Hermes, god of travel, messanger of the gods."

"You never stop writing, and reading, and you've always yearned to walk and travel to unknown places. the road trips we've been on have always left you hungry for more."

You ignored him and kept going.

"Speed, trickory, and charm."

He cut in once more.

"You've spent your whole life, pranking me and your friends, though light-heartedly. You joined track as soon as you could and are one of the fastest runners. You make friends so easily and have been told multiple times by family and friend, aswell as partners that you're exceptionally charming."

Dots were being connected. But you still didn't, no- didn't want to believe it.

"That doesn't prove much..."

"(Y/N). What would be the purpose of lying to you? There's no reason for me to. Your father came back to visit when I was pregnant with you and explained things to me, before leaving you and me in the dust."

Wow, he'd clearly been holding onto that for a while. This also felt like a knife in your gut. It might make sense, but how would this be proven? You didn't understand what kind of powers you would truly have even if this was true.

"Maybe you could go for a little while and come home to visit. See if you enjoy it, I think you would. Test your limits, have an adventure and some fun."

His voice broke slightly and his eyes began to water and you rushed over to hug him.

"If you want me to, I guess it couldn't hurt.."

You decided it might be fun. And worst case, they'd find out you weren't a god's child by whatever weird blood test technology they might have to figure it out.

Your dad helped you pack your things, and within the week, he took you to Long Island, where you would meet all of the other children who claimed to be of 'godly decent'.

The car ride was fifteen miserable hours, you and your dad taking turns as he thought you the road. You would get your permit soon but have been holding off as long as possible due to a bad accident when you were small.

One morning, on your way to school, a small country intersection was busy with early morning activity.

On the left-hand side, there was a line of cars waiting to turn, and your dad couldn't see very well. The first driver in the left-hand lane waved for him to pull out into the lane. Just as the nose of the car entered the intersection, a drunk driver sped by and collided with your dad's car, causing it to do a full 180-degree spin.

For two minutes, you couldn't hear anything because of the airbags, and to this day, you still hear ringing in your left ear.

You and your father took shifts driving until He drove past a sign that said 'The strawberry fields', at which point your Dad made a slight u-turn and parked on the side of the road.

"Alright, little britches. Let's go."

That was a sweet nickname he'd always called you, very Southern, even though all it meant was 'small pants', a child's nickname.

You stood and grabbed your things, pausing your music, and slipped your phone into your pocket. He led you down a small game trail into the woods, and just when you assumed that the two of you were lost, you approached a wooden archway.

'Sacred Band of Thebes'

Was carved into the larger wooden banister in Greek.

Your dad smiled and hugged you tightly.

"Hey kiddo.. be safe okay? and i dont think your phone works in there so, try to write home every day."

You could hear his throat closing up softly as he tried to choke out his goodbyes, inevitably not expecting this kind of goodbye till college. You had graduated a few years ago but hadn't found a college that felt very- you.

"I will dad."

You laughed a little as your nose burned with tears.

"I love you, (Y/N). You're my everything."

You jumped on him and hugged him closely, and he squeezed the air out of you. You loved his bear hugs and would miss them.

"Walk me in?"

He nodded and walked a ways behind you as you crossed the archway. You felt a soft rush of happiness, of safety and comfort, and then you heard a soft, warped thud. You turned to see your dad with his hand on an invisible wall and could almost see his heart clutch in his chest. You walked over to him and gave him another hug, hot tears pouring out of your eyes. You took in his scent, and he smelled like firewood, weed, and home.

"I'll write to you every day i promise. With dates and everything!"

You sobbed softly and he helped you dry your tears. You heard a soft twig snap behind you and turned to see a boy with cocoa-colored skin, about your age leaning around the wooden pole that held up the banner.

You waved at him and he stood just behind the barrier, smiling. He had a small gap in his teeth that made him look very sweet. You tried to wipe your face some more to make yourself more presentable, then pushed forward into the barrier. You looked back at your father, for the last time for a while, and waved.

He waved back and watched you walk into the camp, which you could now see was humming with activity, many kids doing some sort of military training, though they were dressed like Greek warriors from The Gladiator.

The boy you'd seen earlier hopped in front of you joyfully. His bright blonde coils bounced and glinted in the sun, even overcast, he seemed to glow.

You felt a slight tingle in your cheeks as he smiled at you and you looked down to see his legs, he was a satyr.

"WOAH!"

You blurted out as you looked down to investigate him. He took a confused step back, and you remembered your manners.

"Sorry- ive just never seen- a real life satyr- you look so cool..."

He smiled proudly once he heard this and pranced around a little, putting on a show for you. This made you laugh as he made all sorts of ridiculous 'strong man poses' and those of the old glory days of men in ponytails standing with one foot on a rock, looking to their destiny.

"Yo!, Im Hadrian."

He held his hand out for you to shake, and you took it happily. His hand was very soft as he gripped yours. You couldn't keep your eyes off his bright green ones.

"Hey, I'm (Y/N)."

"Neet, Who's your godly parent?"

He tilted his head slightly to the left as he looked over you. It seemed as though he was trying to guess before you spoke.

"My father says Hermes."

He looked a little confused off to the side.

"Fa-?"

"It's complicated. I'll explain later."

You cut him off and laughed a little. He accepted this and nodded.

"So- how do we know where we're staying?"

"If you know your godly parent is Hermes, probably that cabin over there- there's only one other kid there, but he's pretty cool. So you should get along fine. C'mon, I'll take you over there."

You picked up your things and followed him along the gravel path to the cabin. It had a dark wood-paneled exterior with emerald green window shutters.

As you wandered closer, a loud clattering came from the inside. You leaned up to see if you could look in the windows. Things were being thrown around, and kids were jumping at each other, wrestling, and laughing.

This immediately made you feel at home, all of the chaos made sense to you, and you wondered why they were there.

"I thought you said there was only one other kid? "

The boy shrugged,

"These are the kids who are of godly decent but haven't been claimed at the campfire to get placed properly. Most grow out of the Hermes cabin and into their own to get sorted into their godly parent's cabin. Until then, this is where they stay. Some of them just managed to wobble their way into the camp, maybe ran away from home. But they were able to get in so- clearly weren't human.

They're the only family they have."

This punched you in the gut. You'd always grown up around people with siblings and seemed to make them a part of your family as well, so you were excited to see where this adventure would take you.

Hadrian led you to the door and knocked, louder clangs rang out as many young faces pushed their way to the door, looking through the stained glass window on the front door.

An older boy made his way between the smaller kids, gently pushing them out of the way of the door.

Hadrian spoke up.

"Another blood kid, they're cool so I think you'll get along with them. Also-"

He gently punched you on the arm as he walked away.

"Meet me down by the lake in abiut and hour once you've gotten settled in. There should be a counciler around to come give you a tour."

He walked away, leaving you with the boy on the other side of the door, and he opened it, scooping the children behind it back a couple of inches.

"So. You're my father's other kid huh?"

He grabbed your hand to shake it, his grip firm but his face almost expressionless.

"I'm Jayce. And you are?"

"Oh, I'm (Y/N)"

You offered a polite smile that he shrugged off and he began to walk away. You assumed you needed to follow him, so you did.

"You get top bunk, I don't feel like climbing all the time so, there you go. You can use that dresser for your things, it's empty because I don't have alot of stuff, most of my stuff is in it's own little shed outside of the cabin. Don't ever go into my shed please, that's your only real rule."

You tried to keep up with his instructions and information as he rapid-fire spat it at you. You felt like you were intruding, but then again, you supposed you were new, and he more than likely never expected to have a blood or half-blood sibling.

"The bathroom is just outside the room to the right, and you'll meet all the other kids eventually. They like to wrestle though and will try to jump on you, so be ready for that. Thankfully only one of them bites."

"Wait- which one of them bites??"

You took a double take and spaced out of the listening portion of the conversation. He just looked at you and brandishing a smirk, then as if you'd said nothing, left the room and the cabin.

"Good luck!"

He yelled on his way out. How lovely. He seemed like a basket of roses. Rotten, smelly roses.

You spent the next forty-five minutes unpacking your things into the drawer and sat your writing tools and other little things you'd brought with you under some of your clothes. You weren't sure if any of the kids had sticky hands (like to steal), but know you did when you were younger.

Once everything was packed up, you walked out of the room and decided to find your way down to the lake and see if Hadrian was there.

Besides, it wouldn't hurt to wander around the camp and try to learn where everything was. Thankfully, there were plenty of signs pointing in all directions at each small intersection of the path.

You followed the various signs that gestured to the lake, with silly little waterline squiggly next to the words. Most of the paths were dirt and fallen bark from the looming trees overhead.

Unlike the normal paths that went through the camp, there were grave walkways that led to the different cabins, though each of them seemed to be different kinds of rocks or stones.

Hades Cabin trail was a beautiful pathway of dark browns and black rocks, and you couldn't help but snag one of them.

Aphroditey's trail was filled with rose quarts and white rocks that brought out the soft pinks of the crystals, which you also nabbed one of.

You fidgeted with the rocks in your pocket and could see the lake coming into view between the tall trees, taking a small sigh of relief that you hadn't gotten lost.

Which would've been embarrassing considering what felt like hundreds of signs that practically held your hand and led you to the water's edge.

As you reached the dirt path next to the lake, you saw a cabin that overlapped the water next to a dock.

It was devoid of life, but filled with outstanding blues and the trail leading to it was full of river stones that were built into a small bridge, gently dusted over with sand.

Your curiosity piqued and drew you closer and closer to the massive building and then to the door. It was an open entryway, the many carvings in the wood filled with mermaids and fish alike. Clearly, this was Posiden's cabin.

It came in close second to the beauty of Hades's cabin, bonus points for being by the water.

You knocked only to hear the soft echo of your hand on the hollow wood, and no one answered. You stepped in and your heart lightly jumped in your chest as you heard a voice behind you.

"I see you've found Posidens cabin."

A voice interrupted the silence behind you, and you turned to see a beautiful centarian woman, a horse from the hips down, and a woman from the waist up.

Her horse half was jet black with white tufts at her ankles and was at least ten hands high alone without her top half. Her tail was the same jet black, flickering back and forth as she studied you.

She wore a chest wrap of some kind, a darker, possibly leather material that squeezed her chest to support it.

Her skin shone olive in the sun; and her deep, chestnut brown hair fell to her waist. The curls fell perfectly over her shoulders.

"Are you going to introduce yourself?"

You blinked and realized you'd likely been staring harder than was polite.

"(Y/N), are you a counselor?"

"I own this camp. My name is Lyla."

"Woah, So- is- Did posiden not have any kids? That doesn't seem very likely.."

She raised an eyebrow at you, making you almost regret the question and questioning your intelligence. It was the look of a mother who asked 'if I was seriously asking a question like that.'

"Our camp might be protected by magic, but we can't just sense if a magical child has been born. We have investigators and in each state who determan if there are any odities that travel and pay very close attention. Or, If a parent has knowledge or suspicions of a godly child, they are able to contact us via the gods themselves or a little bit of internet digging."

"Wait, The gods know about this place too?"

"Of course, That's the smartest option to ensure the children's safety. or if they are needed for any sort of war. Occasionally the parent will feel pitty enough to inform the parent of the camp. Other times, we find them, and send information to the address that is found.

As for Posiden having any children, Yes it is very unlikely that he hasn't, but we haven't found any yet, though there is some suspicion of one being close by, so keep your eyes peeled for a newcomer."

She slipped you a playful wink before you saw her look up over you as if someone was behind you. There was, Hadrian lightly tapped on your shoulder and bounced happily around in front of you.

"Miiiiss Lyla- can I be the one to show the newbie around?"

She smiled a little and waved him off.

"Alright, Just make sure you bring them by the office later so we can assign them a schedule."

He skipped around a bit and made his way back over to you. He clearly loved his legs and used them to be as springy as possible, making you smile uncontrollably.

Lyla walked away at a normal pace to finish her duties wherever she was needed, and the boy stopped in his tracks when he saw your smile. His freckles crinkled with his nose as he smiled, too.

"You uh- have a very nice smile, (Y/N)."

This made the butterflies in your stomach flutter.

"And I like the way your nose wrinkles when you smile."

You spent the rest of the day being shown around the entire camp, taking mental notes on the layout of everything. You’ve always had an excellent memory, particularly when it comes to remembering the layout of places. So, after one or two long walks, you felt confident you could recreate a map on paper. You decided it would be wise to do this in case anything unexpected occurred.

You didn't believe it could, considering how protected this place seemed to be, however, you figured you'd be better off safe than sorry.

The last stop on the tour was the office Lyla had asked Hadiran to bring you to. It was one of the largest buildings on the campgrounds, attached to the Dining hall. You only knew because of the giant sign.

This made you laugh softly. Signs everywhere. The blonde turned his head and raised his eyebrows.

"What's funny?"

He smiled again, his teeth showing. The gap in his teeth was the cutest thing you've ever seen.

"Just the signs everywhere, It would be almost impossible to get lost, and I'm not sure it's funny but it it really silly and super cool."

"Oh yeah, I think it's for the kids with any disabilities that might cause them to forget. I've never thought about it enough to ask but if I were to make an assumption, that would be it."

You hadn't thought about it, but you didn't consider that godly children could be disabled. Considering how many gods there were in the Pantheon, and they were half-human, there would be a chance.

"That's super smart and I bet those kids find it helpful."

Both of you made your way through the building, finding the counselor who would handle your schedule. It was organized by last name, corresponding with a set of last name letters to handle.

"Hello! You must be new. Im Mr. Evans. I'm assuming you have a last name that's (Letter- Letter)?"

"Yes, My name is (Y/N)"

He looked over the list on the clipboard in front of him, putting a mark next to your name and pulling a paper out of his desk drawer after sifting through some files. He handed you a slip of paper with a list of times and your schedule.

8:00-9:00 Breakfast – Cabin Inspection

9:00-10:30 Ancient Greek

10:30-11:00 Chores*

11:00-12:00 Battle Training

12:00-12:30 Greek Mythology

12:30-01:30 Lunch

1:30-3:30 Activity*

3:30-5:00 Chores*

5:00-6:00 Free Time

6:00-7:00 Dinner

7:00-9:00 Competition*

9:00-10:00 Campfire

10:00-11:00 Free Time

11:00 Curfew

Hadrian playfully snatched it out of your hand and left the room you thanked Mr. Evans and walked after the blonde.

"Yes! we have Ancient Greek and Battle training together!"

You rolled your eyes and snatched the paper back, reading over it properly now that you had it back into your grasp.

You could piece together what everything was, wondering where more of the solid curriculum classes were. This was nothing like public school, as you'd already figured out via the children of hots and sword fights just inside of the camp.

The blonde gently held your hand and led you out to the office.

"Here, I'll lead you back to your cabin, and you can get ready for dinner by the camp fire."

When he held your hand, a soft shade of red pinged in your cheeks, heat flooding your face. His hands were so soft and smelled like coconut.

You gripped his hand tightly as he led you back to your cabin. Between the tall trees, you could see the sunset bouncing off the lake, the most beautiful melted mosaic of oranges, pinks, and stunning reds.

Once you'd arrived at your cabin, Hadrian smiled at you and gently rubbed your knuckles with his thumb.

"Hey, so- tomorrow theres this uh- party that my cabin is hosting and I'd really like it if you came."

He spoke quieter and leaned closer to you.

"There's going to be herbal refreshments along with drinks…"

"Yeah, It sounds like fun. I've never been to a party before so It could be fun.."

His eyes lit up and he let go of your hand, bouncing around excitedly.

"Awesome, I'll come back to pick you up and take you to the campfire in twenty minutes."

He pranced off, jumping from hoof to hoof and you laughed to yourself before walking inside and to the back into your shared room. Jayce was nowhere to be found, so you decided to write your dad while you had a little bit of free time. You talked about your day and all of the things you'd seen and discovered. You even told him about your strange schedule.

Once you had sealed the letter and folded it into itself, you daydreamed about your home, and your dad probably tired and driving on his way home. You imagined what would happen if you could just speak to him through telepathic waves.

Why couldn't that be one of your powers? But you settled for the letter and looked down to find it shriveling to ash in your hands.

You panicked and fumbled with the ashes and pondered.

Just then, you heard a ping from your phone, which was supposed to be unusable. You dug around in your drawer to see a text from your father.

"Hey kid, I know you won't see this, but the weirdest thing just happened to me. I found a letter that it looks like you wrote in my passenger seat, it almost set my seat on fire, there's a burn mark now. I thought maybe you'd left it in here, but it's about your day. Seems like a cool power, huh? Can't wait to talk to you normally ish again."

You laughed and danced around in excitement, your phone showed no bars but you were still able to receive a text.

You send him one message at first.

"Test?"

And heard another ping.

"Yo kiddo! I thought phones didn't work?"

"I thought they didn't either. Looks like mine does, though. I'll probably just use it for pictures and maybe a text here and there though, don't want to dampen my experience."

"So, how about that burning letter huh?"

"I'm not sure what that's about. Maybe since Hermes is the messenger god? Would make sense. I gotta go though, dinner is happening soon and there's a campfire. I'll see if I can get a picture with my new friend"

"Alright, kiddo, have fun. Put my messages on mute, I might tell you about my day and you can check it at night."

"Alright talk to you later."

You slipped your phone into your back, jean Pocket, and walked to the cabin's front door.

You tripped over a small child who was lying on the ground and screamed on your way down to the wood floor.

Then you felt a surging pain strike your arm.

"Shit!"

You cried out, only to look down and see a small brunette child with their teeth sunk into your arm.

He let go after a second and laughed. Running off to one of the other rooms, all of them full of bunkbeds like your own.

You rolled your eyes and rubbed your arm, wondering if it would get infected.

You stepped outside, and Hadrian popped out from behind a wall, scaring you. You screamed and punched him in the arm on reflex.

"Ow! Jeez… I was trying to be funny. Anyway, I came to lead you to the campfire. Well- after we grab food from the dining hall."

You thought for a moment before speaking.

"So what's the point of the campfire? Does it get super cold out here or something?"

He laughed and shook his head.

"No, We give offerings to the gods. It's not enough that they're all powerful, they want to feel appreciated."

"for what- The gift of childhood abandonment issues?"

You raised your eyebrow and laughed a little. The ego of the gods wasn't shocking, but it was funny. Hadrian laughed at your statement and acknowledged it with a slight, momentary head tilt.

"Yeah- sounds about right."

Once the two of you arrived at the dining hall and picked out everything you'd wanted, the satyr led you to a huge bonfire. It must've been the size of a master bedroom.

It had to be and seemed to grow even bigger as you stepped closer, towering over you and the rows of split logs that the kids lined. This reminded you of home, bonfires with your dad, smoking stolen joints by yourself in front of the flames as the smoke filled your nostrils.

God damn it, you missed weed.

You sat your phone down in your spot, picked a seat directly in front of the fire, then walked up and looked at Hadrian for guidance on how much of your food went into the fire. He scraped a relatively small portion and gently flicked it into the fire, seemingly scared a flame would snatch him up if he dared to step any closer.

This made you giggle and you scraped your food into the fire and sat back down where your phone was, slipping it back into one of your pockets.

"Why do you have your phone? I thought they didn't work."

"Mine does, and besides, even if they 'didn't work' I'd still like to take pictures. For example-"

You held up your phone and leaned on his shoulder long enough to snap a quick picture. His face turned reddish purple, and he froze up lightly, his expression now caught on camera forever.

You looked over the picture and smiled.

"you're cute when you blush"

You mocked him softly under your breath, and as he heard it, his ears turned down slightly in embarrassment.

"Shut up-"

You chuckled and the both of you enjoyed your dinner. You kept sneaking peaks at Hadrien to see his cheeks still dark as he likely replayed those moments over again in his head.

Once dinner was done, he walked you back to your cabin. As you two were walking, his hand softly bumped into you, then carefully slipped into yours.

First, your pinkies gently touched, sending a shiver up through your arm as he carefully linked his pinky with yours. Throughout the walk, your hands slipped together and gripped tightly.

He stood with you by your door and ran his thumb over your hand. The memory struck you and you snapped out of your romantic daze.

"So- when is the party tomorrow?"

"Oh- It's really early in the morning so- it's almost tonight. you're going to want to rest beforehand definately."

He laughed nervously.

"So- what time?"

"Oh- 2 Am."

This struck you as odd, but you figured it wouldn't hurt too bad. You'd just take a nap and set an alarm on your phone. You gently snuck a kiss on the cheek from the other and disappeared behind the cabin door.

"See you then-"

you ran to your room, now checking to make sure you didn't step on the teeth trap that was on the ground previously climbed up the bunk letter, and threw yourself into your bed, giggling softly.

At first, you thought it was just the initial butterflies of a crush until you felt your hands slipping between your legs to free yourself from your pants, and then to your underwear.

Your mind slipped into a soft fuzzy imaginative world, Hadrian slipping his hand down the front of your underwear and gently rubbing from your genitals to your hole, back and forth to grant you more stimulation.

You rubbed yourself in your beloved satyr's place, gasping quietly as you felt yourself leaking cum already. You'd never touched yourself thinking of anyone before him, but now all you could think about was his soft, coconut-scented hands groping and playing with you.

You thought of his lips and tongue venturing over your sensitive neck, then down to your shoulder and back up to just behind your ear. One of his hands slipped around your neck, squeezing softly. This pushed you further and further into your fantasy.

Hadrian rubbed you faster, teasing your throbbing, desperate hole which was now wet from your cum. His warm breath was against your neck as his blonde curls rested against your cheek.

You imagined him keeping hold of your throat and pulling you back to look at him, into his beautiful bright green eyes staring into yours with desperation, seemingly needing your pleasure to get off himself.

You could almost feel his boner against your back as he touched you, you could sense your orgasm pooling in your stomach, traveling through your groin and spinning in all of the right places.

Hadrian's lips crashed into yours a couple of times until you were breathing against each other's mouths needily. He moved between your legs and lubricated his fingers with your wetness before saving two of them into your hole.

You were now using both of your hands to please yourself, lying on your back and panting like a dog in heat. You fingered yourself with one hand, the other rubbing yourself vigorously, until finally,y the sweet release overtook you, you came harshly, and your cum coated your stomach and thighs as you rode out your orgasm.

After the fireworks, your vision was blurry for a second. You took a moment to catch your breath before cleaning yourself and everything else up.

(Keep going there's more porn <3)

You used your tee shirt from the day to wipe away the mess, then checked the time on your phone. It was already one AM? How long have you been distracted? Nonetheless, you needed to get ready.

You changed into a comfortable pair of shorts and a different teeshirt that lightly hugged your body. You quickly applied deodorant and cologne with a spritz of a citrus perfume that complimented the other smells.

You decided to go ahead and head out, grabbing your phone and once again tucking it into one of your pockets and leaving the room. Everyone else was asleep, and Jayce was still nowhere to be seen. You found this weird but figured he was possibly exploring himself as you were but with more privacy- lucky shed-having bastard.

You tried to remember which godly parent was Hadrian's, then associated the partying with Dyonisis, and began walking in the direction of his cabin, figuring you could meet him there or on the way to yours.

Once you arrived at the cabin, which was relatively large and tent-shaped, you wondered how you would alert the people you were there. You didn't see anywhere to knock and were nervous about just barging in. Thankfully, Hadiran ducked out of the tent carefully with two drinks in hand.

His eyes lit up and he pushed one of the cups into your hand.

"Hey! you're early, I was just on my way to come get you. Come on in."

You took a sip and immediately caught the taste of vodka and- maybe Sprite or some sort of off-brand, clear, citrus soda. This however was very tasty and you made sure to drink slow, but still drank it fast enough to show interest in the alcohol.

Hadrian gently held the tent flap open to let you slip under, and once he entered and it closed behind you, you realized how well-insulated the tent was. This shocked you, only because you'd assumed the tent would be almost blowing over in the wind or chilly or cool from the night air, but it was a relatively cool temperature. As you looked around, there were wooden beams, floors, and supports all around the large structure holding it upright.

There were large, circular couches and conversation pits, all of them covered with fluffy pillows and blankets. The fabric for the couches was a multicolored fabric that would look tacky anywhere else but here. There was a fireplace in front of one of the conversation pits, and many different kinds of furniture spread all over.

You couldn't help but notice the odd shapes of some of the leather furniture, imagining people just like to lay on it and sit in strange ways.

There weren't that many people, but in the opposite area of the fireplace-having a conversation pit was a large semi-circle couch with a beautiful sun-themed rug beneath it.

The people who graced the fabric all seemed to be glowing, all of their skin, no matter what color, having a soft hue of pink littered around their bodies.

"Where do you want to sit?"

The satyr beamed and walked around you, surveying the tent. You gestured to the glowing individuals.

"They look like nice people."

"Well, nice is one way tto put it. they're the children of aphrodite, so- I think we'd better go with 'Crazily flirrty and horny beyond all reason.' "

You laughed and said out loud, which you hadn't meant to sound so eager.

"Sounds like fun- Let's go-"

you dragged Hadrian over to the group and pointed at a spot next to them.

"Hi! Do you mind if we sit with you guys?"

Hadrian stood shyly behind you and the group looked at each other, exchanging smiles as they took in both of your features. A man who, in the light, you could now see was glittery as well as beautiful said,

"Of course, please.. come sit in the middle. We'd all love to get to know you"

You excitedly took your seat and pulled your satyr friend to sit with you.

Within the hour, more and more people showed up to the party and many brought drugs, weed, alcohol, and other fun refreshments. By this time you were halfway through your cup and it seemed to keep refilling.

Soon enough, a bong was being passed along the couch you were sitting on with your new friends, and after a few hits, you began to lean a little against the taller, olive-skinned man who'd invited you to the group.

He smiled down at you with his pink-dusted cheeks and slipped his arm around you.

"Did you notice it's getting alittle warm in here?"

He cooed at you softly.

"Oh- kind-of. I thought it was just because I was high."

Without you noticing, Hadrian had ended up in the lap of a fair-skinned woman, her thick, coily black hair slipping down her shoulders and hips. She was gently massaging his groin until his erection lightly poked out of his slit.

"What's your name- mysterious stranger?"

You giggled softly and he pulled you into his lap to straddle his lap. His bulge rested lightly against your privates in a delightful, comfortable way.

"My name is Eliza, and i have a fun little fact for you, pet. When the children of Aphrodite sweat, our skin releases pharamones basen on our emotions. Right now- Im feeling- very turned on by you…"

The boldness of his words brought a hue of red to your cheeks, and you began lightly grinding against him without much control over your own body. Your hands slipped up over his chest and to his curly, chestnut brown hair.

He groaned and wrapped his arms around you, moving his hips with yours.

Hadrian grew more erect as he watched your interactions with the other, the girl who pleased him whispering teases into his ear, lightly mocking him for enjoying watching you get off from another person.

The other people surrounding you took to each other, kissing and groping desperately for one another.

At some point, your and everyone else clothes had been discarded onto the floor by the couch. Eliza held your hips and adjusted his leaking shaft against your hole, pressing lightly against it. His length slipped in easily as you'd been working your fingers in it earlier that night.

The dark-haired woman had bent over facing you and your current fuck buddy, her ass in the air as Hadrian pushed himself into her. He imagined it was you, pretending her warmth was yours enveloping him as he slipped in.

You looked over at him, watching as he stared at you hungrily.

As the two of you watched each other, you found yourself right on the edge of orgasm, Eliza slamming lightly into what felt like your guts as he moved.

Your moans were uncontrollable and loud enough that a few people moved to your space just to watch the show.

Your hole clenched tightly around the dark-haired man's shaft, and he leaned foward and groaned to your ear as he wrapped his arms around you and ground into you desperately.

You screamed out as you came, the spark seemed stronger than when you were touching yourself alone. Eliza whimpered softly as he worked himself over the edge, pulling out as he came on your chest and thighs.

He panted, and you gently rolled off of him, laying your head on his thigh with your legs along the sofa.

You looked down the couch to Hadrian who examined your body and pulled out of the dark-haired woman. He made his way over to you and between your legs and your lips crashed together.

Immediately, hands were groping and touching every inch of the other's body, as if you were digging for his soul through his skin.

He slipped into you and his breath shuddered as he mumbled about how warm you were, his pointed tip pressed gently against your cervix as you wrapped around him, holding him and his knot against your hole.

Both of you began to move your hips, you moving yours faster to encourage Hadiran to speed up.

You slipped your fingers into his blonde curls and gripped them softly.

"Please be rough with me…do bad things to me.."

He was huffing softly as he moved, his thrusting becoming closer to that of a rabid dog. Hadrian slipped his hand up your chest to your throat, gripping softly as he sounded into you.

His tip kept beating up your cervix, there was a threat to fill it, and you wanted him to.

All you could think about was him knotting and filling you. You wrapped your arms tightly around him and sank your nails into his back, and he groaned into your ear as you pulled, almost tearing skin.

He began to whimper as he throbbed against your walls, clearly coming close to orgasm.

"Come in me- Hadrian-knot me.. breed me.."

You grunted softly into his ear and you clenched around his cock.

He gripped your throat even tighter and cut off your air completely calling out your name softly as he thrusted and finally plunged himself as far into you as possible.

He locked his knot in you as he spewed thick, hot cum in what felt like your stomach.

"Yes!!" Fuck!!"

You came harshly over yourself and him both, the other people surrounding you giggled softly.

"You two are adorable together.. I think they'll make it out of the party.. Hey.. do you think we should show them -'THE' room? Goat boy here looks like he would love it."

The others nodded in unison and gestured for us to get up. You barely remembered that a few of the people who were watching you have fun were now helping you bathe.

The area was very well decorated, and many flowers and gold-trimmed porcelain vases were displayed around the elegant, what looked to be a bathhouse.

There was beautiful, intricate marbled flooring.

"We've got to get you two clean just to get you all dirty again-"

A dark-skinned woman with bright purple eyes loomed over you, her thick hair pulled back into a half-up do.

It only felt like moments later, when you were semi-dry and walking down a set of stone spiral stairs. The image of an old-fashioned dungeon popped into your head. You were immediately excited and couldn't stop smiling.

the stairs ended at an old creaking wooden door, and it swung open to reveal what you'd dreamed of.

"This is so- amazing-"

You slurred softly, apparently still a little intoxicated.

"Thank you, we take great pride in keeping it. We all have too much fun with the people here not to."

Eliza picked Hadrian up and pinned him to a leather chair. He elevated it by stepping on a lever, then forcibly strapped The blond's hands to the armrests.

"We're all going to have so much fun-"

The woman who tended to your bath earlier loomed behind you, and you now noticed that she towered over you by at least a foot. She picked you up and strapped you to a table that held your legs open.

You buzzed excitement as she did, happily behaving and letting her do as she pleased to you. She gagged you with a cloth and tied it behind your head.

"We should blood bond the two of you.. That would be so cute. And the sex would one houndred percent be better.."

"That's Narcissa. She's actually from the Hades Cabin."

"Yes- im like pretty boy but I'm much cooler."

She giggled pulled a knife out of her pocket and removed the towel you had covering you. You gasped once as the cold hit your skin and Hadrian turned to look at you, worried about what was happening.

Narcissa held the blade up and chanted something softly, then she began to push her blade into your tender arm flesh, small beads of blood sliding down your skin. She drew a couple of symbols, one of which looked like an H for Harian's name.

She walked over to him and did the same thing to his arm. I hissed at the pain and she gently stroked over my arm, the wound healing over to leave a scar.

She held her hand over the steel blade and fused until the blood flowed away from the blade and circled in the air over the palm of her hand. She chanted something once again and split the small blood wad into two circles, holding both of them over your mouth and Hadrian's.

"Open your mouths,"

she said bluntly. You felt nervous, not wanting to drink it but interested to see where this was going and she gently removed the gag so you could open your mouth. The tiny amount of blood slipped down your throat easily though you could taste a bit of the copper along the lining of your throat.

Hadrian struggled until he saw you participate, and begrudgingly followed suit. He consumed the small sphere of blood and made a face, probably feeling the same thing as you.

"Unbind him."

the woman stated, and Eliza obliged happily, removing the blond's restraints.

"Hadrian, you will be worshiping (Y/N)"

You'd wondered how she came across your name but assumed you must have told her one of the times you'd blacked out.

Eliza lit something and held it up to you. It was a blunt, and you hit it eagerly. You were searching for the falling, fleeting depth of your high. After a few good-sized hits, he stepped to the side and hit it himself. Narcissa carefully led Hadrian between your thighs.

"Kiss, Lick, Suck- worship them. It shouldn't be hard, you look like you want to already."

The blonde immediately took to pressing his lips against your inner thigh, desperately kissing and licking over every inch of your skin that he could access. He squeezed and groped every curve gently kneading you like dough. He murmured compliments as you gasped at the stimulation.

"you're so beautiful.."

"I cant resist you.."

He pinched your nipples softly and licked over them as he rubbed you a little faster. The praise was heavenly, you were already leaking precum.

"I need you more than anything.."

He kissed his way back down between your legs and greeted your bits with his tongue, and he took his time to explore every part of you.

His tongue moved from your hole back up and over your groin and thighs. He kissed along your legs to the tops of your feet then back up the other leg, trialing his kisses over your stomach.

"You're so sweet-"

"you're so warm, (Y/N)"

you squirmed with every kiss, every lick, and every touch at your sensitive part drove you insane. You ached to touch yourself, you wanted to cum in his mouth.

Narciss had moved the gag back into your mouth when you weren't paying much attention.

You did your best to praise Hadrian in return for how well he was doing, and how good he felt. He began to tease you, licking you from the hole to your sensitive (tip/clit).

This made you almost scream past the fabric every time, your thighs quivering and trying to close. Sadly this was very unsuccessful due to the restraints.

Hadrian noticed and reviled in this, now playing with your patience on purpose, his devious little smile peeking over your mound every once in a while as he teased you.

You shot him glares and whined every time he'd push you right to the edge and stop before you were about to burst. Thick cum slipped out of you, begging to finally be released, pleading for any kind of attention that would push it closer and closer to orgasm. You cried out through the fabric in your mouth.

"Please please! Please let me cum!"

He laughed a little and slipped two fingers into your lubricated hole, curling them up slightly as he fingered you. With his tongue he overstimulated you, also using his free hand to rub over and pinch your nipples.

The aggressive attention sent your body into an orgasmic overdrive. After a few seconds, you were violently thrusting your hips against Hadriand's fingers and face.

"I'm cumming! Fuck!!"

"That's it.. come for me- c'mon- if you cum I will… I dont even need to touch myself, you already have me busting at the seams…"

He whined softly, seemingly desperate for somewhere to insert himself.

"Fuck me!"

You shouted against through the gag and he quickly, and desperately obliged, pulling his fingers out and shoving himself in. With one hand he still kept stimulating you, now his tip once again pounding into your cervix. You screamed out loudly as you felt your hole contract and grip him harshly.

You spewed cum all over him once more, making a mess of you, him, and the leather seat beneath the two of you. He cried out as he held your thighs, humping into you happily. His eyes were dazed as he held his hips to yours and filled you with his cum again.

Once his knot was locked, he fell foward onto you and rested there sleepily, and you blacked out during the orgasm, having come significantly harder than you ever have and found yourself finding asleep with Hadrian on your chest.

Hadrien and Eliza were helping you into your door when you woke next. They helped you through the threshold and you looked down to see yourself in new clothes that were too big to be Hadrian's. Elza must've lent you his clothes.

Once you could stand up by yourself, you smiled and bid them good night before making your way back into your room. Across the room, sitting at a desk against the far wall, was Jayce.

Pt 2 can be a fun little thing where (Y/N) Has a little drunken fun with Jayce and we find out he's only (kinda) related to Hermes but still technically counts.

#monster x human #monster x reader #monster boyfriend #monsterfucker #monster romance #monster fucker #petpl4y #monster kink #monster lover #tw monsterfucking #monster boy #monster love #monster bf #greek mythology #greek gods #camp halfblood #🫁🫀roomfor2

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bucks-little-hop · 9 months ago

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been ready for you to come home (for so long) 2k

For Buddie Week Day 1: Borrowing/stealing/sharing Clothes - Secretly Married - "I'm right here, I always have been."

I tried to mix them all together into one story

read on ao3 here

Eddie Diaz was many things. A practical man first and foremost. An upstanding member of society. He kept a level head, and didn’t panic. He had spent years in the military and then working as a first responder. He kept certain secrets close to his chest, not willing to bring them out into the light. There were a few situations that caused him to panic, to forget why certain things were secrets, to not fully think through the consequences.

For the most part, it was an uneventful day. Calls were few and far between. Mostly minor medical calls requiring only Hen and Chim, occasionally Bobby, to leave the firehouse. On any other day, it would have been great for Eddie. He could have gotten a work out in, maybe knock out a book or two from the community shelf, maybe even practice some Mario Kart so he could beat Christopher later that night. None of that had happened though. He spend most of the day working on the stock closets. Eddie had not been hanging out in them to avoid Buck, thank you very much.

Buck and Eddie got into a small, teeny tiny fight over dinner the previous night. It was an argument the two had had several times before. Buck wanted to help pay for some of Christopher’s activities, and Eddie wouldn’t budge on his no. Money was always a touchy subject between the two. Eddie never wanted to take advantage of Buck and all his kindness. He had already gone above and beyond for the Diazes, Eddie was not going to take anything more. Yes Christopher had really wanted to go to the science camp over the summer. Eddie would just have to pick up some extra overtime, it wasn’t a big deal. With Christopher’s thriving social life it would be easy enough to find a sleepover for the kid while he went to work. Buck had argued that Eddie didn’t need to, and Buck wanted to help. It had maybe resulted in a yelling match, both saying things they didn’t mean. Buck had left Eddie’s house that night in a huff, and the two had not spoken since. So no, Eddie was not avoiding Buck that morning. He was just giving him some space. If Eddie knew how their day would end he would have thrown himself at Buck’s feet and begged for forgiveness.

There had finally been a call in the last hour of their shift that required all hands on deck. There had been a fight at a family picnic at the park. The 118, along with a few police members, had been dispatched to handle everything. The ride there in the truck was tense, only light chatter between Bobby and their engineer. It was stifling in the back between Buck, Eddie, and Ravi. Their poor probie always seemed to end up on the most awkward of A Shift days. When they got to the scene Bobby made the wise choice to separate Buck and Eddie. Eddie was sent with Hen and Chim to triage patients, Buck was with Ravi on crowd control.

Eddie tried to focus on his patients. He was not superstitious, but Buck left without a fist bump or shoulder pat. Neither man would admit it out lout, but it was always a ‘be safe, see you soon, I love you’ between them. Eddie uneasy without it. He knew it was a dangerous job, but Buck seemed to get injured far more than the rest of them. While wrapping his patients arm into a split, he let his mind start formulating exactly what he wanted to say to Buck. He needed a plan, or it would all end up going out the window like it did the last time they talked. Eddie could express his fears and apprehension from accepting more help from Buck. He needed to. Buck deserved it. Without planning it out, Eddie always got frustrated with his lack of ability to communicate his feelings. They had 48 off, so after their shift he could go home, do a load of laundry, pick up Christopher, and then invite Buck for dinner so they could talk it out. A perfectly laid plan that couldn’t come to fruition.

The details of what happened weren’t exactly clear to Eddie. There was shouting coming from behind him, and a startled yelp from Buck. He whipped around fast enough to see the younger man stumbling away from a woman, and the police tackling the woman to the ground. Buck’s eyes found Eddie, and they were full of panic. There was more yelling, and Eddie knew he abandoned his patient to run over to Buck. Chimney had beat him over. It was a cacophony of yelling as Ravi rushed over with a backboard. Buck had been stabbed, and Eddie was useless. He knew he wouldn’t be allowed to help. He was pretty sure he held Buck’s hand the whole way there. He knew after the first time Buck coded that he just let all his feelings out. What words said? He didn’t know. Probably some reassurance to try and help Buck. Could have been about his undying love and unrequited crush on Buck but that was neither here nor there.

When Eddie got covered in Buck’s blood was a complete unknown to him. He didn’t fully recognize it until Hen pulled him into the bathroom and cleaned him up. His dirty shirt was swapped out for a hoodie. Instantly, Eddie knew it wasn’t his hoodie. It was a little too lose in the shoulders, and the arm cuffs were worn out from where Buck pushed it up his forearms. It was the spare one stored in the ambulance, for when Buck inevitable ended up injured or cold on a call. He did end up wet on calls far more than normal, looking like a drenched puppies. He was adorably pathetic in those moments.

Eddie felt the fresh tears streaming down his face at that point. He might not see Buck like that again. Everything else was a blur again, his feelings of worry overtaking everything else. He didn’t care that he was eventually put into an uncomfortable chair. He didn’t care that everyone was treating him like fragile glass. He didn’t care about anything except Buck’s well being. He did know at some point he called Pepa to keep her updated and ask if she could watch Christopher. It wasn’t until a doctor came out to inform them that Buck was going to be touch and go through the night. The stab nicked one of his lungs, and they were concerned about that. They couldn’t allow anyone except family to come back. Bobby’s protests fell on deaf ears. Eddie’s grief turned into anger. He couldn’t let the last time he talked to Buck be them arguing if something happened. Eddie wasn’t prepared to do any of this without Buck.

“Please, he’s family. Let me go back and see him.” Eddie’s voice cracked, but there was a clear sharpness to his tone. He looked up at the doctor hoping his pleading eyes would work. He could feel the doctor about to shut his request down. He panicked, pulling out his in case of emergency card. He knew he was going to have to explain to the team later but he didn’t care. He needed to see Buck.

“He’s my husband. You can check the records. Eddie Buckley-Diaz. Please, just let me back. I need to see him.”

Feeling the weight of the stares of the team, Eddie waited as the doctor flipped through Buck’s chart. He gave a small nod before speaking “Alright Mr. Buckley-Diaz, we can take you back.”

Eddie stood up, feeling his joints creak. He followed the doctor with a single minded focus of just Buck, Buck, Buck. He wouldn’t feel normal again until he laid eyes on the other man. Maybe he should have promised to give the team an update. However he knew the team and the team knew him. He knew they were going ask questions about them somehow being married. He didn’t feel like he could answer them all. Not alone. Not when he couldn’t explain how it started as a joke, but then it somehow ended up with the two of them in a courthouse. It was one of the smartest choices Eddie had ever made clearly. The only thing Eddie heard before the doors shut behind him was Ravi’s confused voice. “Wait, I thought they were divorced. Can you get remarried after that?”

There was no reason for the older man to pay attention to where in the hospital he was being lead. He had been to Cedars-Sinai at least 7 times to many. The doctor at the very least didn’t try and hold conversation. Eddie couldn’t even remember what his name was, too focused on hearing how Buck had been doing. He would learn it later, once he saw Buck.

Somehow, it never got easy seeing Buck in the hospital beds. His giant form always got dwarfed by the beds. He always looked so much younger, as if the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders. His medic brain tried to take in his surroundings. That logical part of him knew Buck was as safe as he could possibly be. The machines were working, doing their jobs. The IVs running into Buck’s arm were helping. The uncomfortable oxygen mask was keeping his lungs working. There was nothing Eddie could do that the doctor’s hadn’t. It didn’t stop Eddie from pulling a chair from the corner as close to Buck’s bed as possible. Eddie rest his hand on Buck’s wrist. He needed to feel the other man’s pulse for himself. Some part of the back of his brain recognized the doctor had left after leaving them, likely informing a nurse about Buck having a visitor. It meant that Eddie could work through what he wanted to say to Buck without it anyone else overhearing.

“Buck, I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I know you were just trying to help, and you didn’t do anything wrong. I just need to work through it with Frank, maybe even have you come to a session.” It was something Eddie had thought about before. Knowing then he didn’t have to worry about using the right words. Buck and Frank could usually work out what he meant, or at least when it was clear Eddie was trying to say something different than how the words were coming out. “You’re such an important part of Christopher’s life, of my life. I know I have some abandonment issues, but you’re not Shannon. It isn’t fair for you to be treated like you are. I need you to know how important you are to me. I know we got married to protect Christopher, to make sure my parents couldn’t try and take him from you. But you and I? We are so much more than that.”

Eddie used his spare hand to wipe the tears from his eyes. He did let out a soft laugh, knowing Buck would be so mad at him for using his hoodie sleeve for that. Buck usually treated his hoodies like they were precious. He then moved his hand to intertwine his fingers with Buck’s, pulling the other man’s hand to his lips. It was for Eddie’s reassurance, but he hoped it would give Buck some peace in his sleep. “When you wake up, I have so much to say to you. It wouldn’t be fair for me to say it when you can’t respond. I think you know, but I know you need words. For now, I just need you to know I’m right here, I always have been. I’m not going anywhere until you kick me out.”

Eddie would have sat in that uncomfortable chair for years if that’s what Buck wanted. If that was how he was to pay his penance. Come morning, when the sun rose and Buck’s blue eyes opened to the world, the two would have a lot to talk about. Until then, Eddie would sit and think about all the ways to tell Buck he loved him, all the ways he could chase any doubts he caused out of Buck’s mind, and everything he knew he needed to fix about himself not just for Buck, but for him.

#ty writes #buddie week 2024 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #pre buddie technically

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camp-counselor-david · 7 months ago

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Ough, I just remembered that "Missing Halloween" animated short, and it hit me with the biggest Jasper/David vibes, so now I'm making it everyone elses problem with a self indulgent au ramble.

TW for child death

Jaspvid AU where after Jasper "leaves" Camp Campbell, the summer ends and David goes home for the year.

Things proceed as normal, until halloween, where after all school year of not seeing Jasper, David bumps into him on halloween of all days! He's got a pretty cool ghost costume on, too, especially for it being the late 90s! There was no reason to think he was actually dead. The ghosts in cartoons always phased right through things, but he could grab Jasper's hand and pull him along for a fun holiday themed buddy reunion!

By then, David forgot about the whole feud about the camp. All he knew was that Jasper was back, and he didn't seem too mad about what happened between them either. He seems to enjoy running around with David and trick or treating-- even though for some reason everyone's ignoring Jasper, which really peeves David off.

They stop by David's house, and even his mother seems to be ignoring Jasper! He asks his mom to take a picture of the two of them in their costumes, but she doesn't take it seriously, and when she shows them the photo she took, only David appears in it. So not only does his mom start insisting that he's being silly and taking an imaginary friend too seriously, but their gosh darn crappy technology isn't working right either!

David storms back outside with Jasper, upset at the idea that people think that his very real best friend is suddenly fake! Why would they imply that he's crazy when all of the adults in his life acknowledged Jasper as a person before? He and Jasper get into a little bit of an argument about it, causing Jasper to get up and walk off into the woods.

Unlike their last spat, though, David follows after him this time. He didn't want to lose him all over again. But where are they going? Why did it look like Jasper was walking back to Camp Campbell? Or... Spooky Island? Why there? Why wasn't he listening when he called out to him?

He finds Jasper sitting alone outside of the cave, and the two talk out what happened. They laugh at how familiar their argument felt, and David ends up apologizing and sharing some of his halloween candy. Because when push came to shove, they would always be best friends.

Meanwhile, his worried sick parents seek him out, figuring that if their David ran away to anywhere, it was the camp that he wouldn't stop gushing about ever since he came back home from it.

After a lengthy search, they find David happily snacking on candy next to the corpse of his best friend, Jasper, who had finally found peace through being found.

Anyway, I'm sorry. I think I've seen too many death/monster aus lately, and it has infected me with the halloweenies. I'd be shocked if more people didn't see the original short I'm talking about, but here it is!

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#me seeing anything involving a ghost: hmm getting Jasper vibes from this #Idk sometimes I see things and I'm like wow (makes an au in my brain about it)#david rambles #camp camp #camp campbell #cc au #jasper tag #not tagging jaspvid on this one but you know how it is

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shirogane-oushirou · 5 months ago

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had a dream that gave me the drive to FINALLY pick v.esperia back up so i can try to finish all of the endgame shit and grade farm before starting new game +.

in the dream, the v.esperia gang and i were all in the s.haikos ruins -- the whole gang, incl r.aven and j.udy and p.atty. i was these but was also accessing my gamer knowledge to be like "hey that's a trap switch, step away from it", and uh. while i was being buddies w everyone, i was also being "buddies" w r.aven WEKJSNFKJNSF we were being so flirty, and r.ita just kept looking over at us and going "ew..." sjnfdkjn :') she's great.

anyway. i find it funny that i have so many oushirou dreams but they're mainly "i found ancient merch at this random store, i'm going to buy every single thing money be damned, i Need These" with the occasional "you're meeting him in a horror dream w no logic. he is going to disappear or die or suffer horribly, and when you wake up it's either going to be like 'what the FUCK' or 'that was the funniest shit it could have possibly been."

...while i have r.aven dreams a little less often but they're ALL "just hanging w my dubiously romantic friend(?) r.aven" in different situations sdjkfknkjn.

"him and r.ita accidentally world hopped and we're hanging out (and r.aven and i are cuddling) until they randomly hop back".

"he's a 'camp counselor' at some kind of adult summer camp and he singles me out and protects me from weirdos, invites me to have lunch w him."

"he's a teacher / prof / scientist / it was vague, but we were taking shelter from a tropical storm w others and getting close in the enclosed space."

and noooooooow "i world hopped to t.erca l.umireis and could help them reach places they may not be able to normally w my Big Girthy Gamer Brain" <3

this always brings back the love i have for him, but for MONTHS i've been in such a mood of "oughhhh i want to go back to v.esperiaaaaa i was SOOOO CLOSE to ONE HUNDRED PERCENT COMPLETION, SOOOO CLOSE to NG+... but going back to games after a feww years.... bad...." so it was enough to FINALLY push me back into the game. and i'm loving it. i love this fucking game so much. this is a Real Place. To Me. and i want to finish all of the remaining shit so i can restart and go on another fun adventure w my fwiends (and UNLOCK THE R.AVEN COSTUME I MISSED BC I DIDN'T DO ONE (1) STEP IN A SIDE QUEST. RAAAAGH.) and do it with all of the grade shop perks applied ahehehehe.

#i had a Week last week and i keep trying to type it succinctly and it isnt working lol lmao.#basically Screaming Magnet (MRI) + Medically Tazed (EMG which gave me a bruise on my arm ;-;)#+ CT scan ordered for this week + BIG SCARY tech issues this weekend #that made me put 'working out my csp bed set up' on hold + can't continue plushies til later this week at the earliest #so i'm gonna play one of my fav childhood games for a few days yippieeee i wuv r.aven <3 #i'm just not gonna make promises about when i'll be on here at this point kjnvkjn bc every time i do smth pops up #so. i'll be around when i'm around! i'll rb everyone's cool art and writing and whatnot in small batches!!#📌 [ my posts. ]#💤 [ 046 dreams. ]#💭 [ my thoughts. ]#🪶 [ ring a bell. ]#🏹 [ purple eyes. ]#📷 [ phantom hearts. ]

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butmakeitgayblog · 2 years ago

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Buddy, I’m gonna need you to share my pain with everyone else. I cannot go through this alone 😭

Cue Taylor Swift.

For the record, you did this

You did.

By sending me TS's Soon You'll Get Better, which I had never even heard. And considering the honeymoon snippet you'd think you woulda seen it coming

This baby girl right here?

Right here?

This is Lexa who has completely stopped running from it.

Her illness causes bruising. That's just a fact of Lexa's life. It's what she wakes up to every morning and what she sees in the mirror before bed every night. It's something she'd gotten so used to working to cover up that by the time Clarke started coming around, it kind of didn't occur to her what would happen when or if she eventually couldn't keep them hidden anymore.

Or if she'd even want to hide them from her at all.

The first time they sleep together is when Clarke sees the full extent of it and, oh, Lexa practically shakes with how nervous it makes her. Because yes, she knows Clarke is attracted to her, and yes, Clarke has always been nothing but gentle with her, treating her like she's something precious rather than something broken that could crumble if held too firmly in her grasp. But it's another thing entirely to be laid so bare. To have every one on every rib stand out against the paleness of her skin. To see Clarke's eyes trace the peppering of them across her shoulders, her hipbone. Across her breasts, belly, and the dips of her thighs.

But Clarke kisses them with unwavering reverence. Not as though Lexa's delicate for them, but as though she loves those broken parts of Lexa every bit as as she loves the supple, unmarred skin around them. As though they're nothing more than pieces of Lexa's perfectly beautiful whole.

That's something Lexa didn't even know she needed until she had it. That feeling of Clarke cupping her face and nuzzling close. Breathing her in. Kissing her temples and cheeks. Taking on Lexa's burden as her own. That feeling of Clarke accepting her exactly as she is in her illness. Not despite it.

And that never changes. Not once when they're close or being intimate does Clarke treat her as anything other than just Lexa, the woman she loves. Not physically, not emotionally.

Which is how Lexa prefers it.

She prefers it on the bad days, when she can't even stand the sight of food and keeping down water feels like a herculean feat. On the days when she barely recognizes herself in the mirror amid the splotches of purple, yellow, and faded blue, Clarke still looks at her like she's nothing less than precious. And on the days when Lexa can't do anything beyond laying in bed drifting in and out of sleep, she appreciates the fact that Clarke will just slip under the covers beside her and snuggle up like that was always what she'd had planned for the day.

Because it's in those moments that Lexa can pretend.

They'll lay in her bed, usually naked and practically wrapped around each other, Clarke obviously boiling under Lexa's 4 insulated comforters... but she never complains. She just lays on her back and coaxes Lexa's head onto her chest, running her fingers through Lexa's hair and reverently kissing every bruise within reach. Humming with every kiss she faithfully returns in kind across the full swell of Clarke's breasts. (Forever a boob girl.)

And they take turns talking about what they're gonna do together "when this is all over" and seal every one with a lie-sweetened kiss. They make plans to visit the grand canyon and camp under the stars and shout to wide open sky till their lungs burn. They plan summers in Europe just to kiss under the Eiffel Tower and argue about wintery holidays split between the tropics and begrudging trips back home. They make plans to find the hidden sanctuary of some long forgotten waterfall to make love under and swear to dip their toes into the shores of every ocean.

They plan a lifetime's worth of moments in that quiet safety they find in Lexa's bed. Plans for a future life filled with all their love and all the pieces of the world they're gonna conquer together, someday.

Just as soon as Lexa gets better....

#dysco lymonade #a walk to remember au #AWTR synopsis #you can also blame ALaw for this #you two were the two who were the two #and klforpresident really #it... it was a group effort my point being I'm innocent better #here*

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theghostbunnie · 2 years ago

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Do you have any headcannons on what Max, Nikki, and Neil could do separately when they’re older? Like hc’s for them individually

I can't see any of those emojis- ):

But weither you mean career or just overall character wise I totally get it, Nikki and Neil (Neil especially) and often just reduced to Max's buddies 😭 and although future AUs where they're working at camp can be cute I personally find them?? Really sad?? None of them would want to be there and Neil specifically had so many ambitions? Max would never want to work with children or nature or physical labor or (continues forever) and although Nikki might like some aspects tremendously, she'd still have to do activities like science camp ect she doesn't like.

I personally only think it works if that's acknowledged and maybe it's only a highschool summer job. But anyways as always I'm really excited to get asked my HCs n really appreciate it 💖💖

Neil after graduating from some prestigious collage actually took a break for awhile. He LOVES science and had been devoting his whole life to it, finding which specific field to go into was a struggle all on it's own. He wanted to try living his life and trying other things first before he settled on a soild career. It was during this time of relaxation/hobbie hopping that he was approached to lead a team that would secretly study 'magical' anomalies and try to find out the logic behind the mystery. It's government run and he's not allowed to tell anyone, alot of moral greyness involved in it but finding an "awnser for the so called paranormal" and more funding then he's ever had before really excites him. He finds time for alot more hobbies he's acquired now as well. He's still a gaint nerd and plays fallout and goes to comiccon in elaborate cosplay.

Nikki lives kinda floating from place to place. She grows and hunts her own food, doesn't have a steady job but when she decides she needs money and it's more than she ask friends or family for she'll take on a few odd jobs around one town or the next. Life has become this constant adventure and she goes everywhere she can by very whacky means. Collects ridiculous stories this way. "I once rowed down Niagra Falls in a duck shaped floatie." "I successfully mailed myself to Peru but I was trying to get to Turkey."

Max goes from not really caring about or having much interest in anything to becoming a workaholic at his job, a criminal detective. He's somewhat flimsy and careless with hisown life mostly because he's chasing the adrenaline rush from the situations he gets himself into. Figuring out cases gives him that high of being right and smarter than the people around him aswell. It took him awhile to find it but this has always been his calling he believes.

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"You couldn't handle me even if I came with instructions."

Wait, is that HUNTER CLARINGTON they kinda look a lot like GAVIN LEATHERWOOD, don’t they? I heard the TWENTY year old is known as the ELITIST around McKinley. It seems like they auditioned to be in THE DALTON ACADEMY WARBLERS which is so lame? People at campus have said they’re HARDWORKING, but don’t be fooled since they’re also MERCILESS. Rumor has it, you can find them at LACROSSE and the WRESTLING TEAM (CAPTAIN) when they aren’t belting show tunes. Their entire vibe revolves around GREEN EYES AND WHISKERS, LACED UP BOOTS AND MILITARY FOLDS and LONG RUNS ON THE BEACH AT SUNRISE but no one pays attention to that here in Ohio.

Auditioning with I don't want to be by Gavin DeGraw

From the outside looking in, Hunter had the perfect upbringing. The perfect family, the perfect home, and the ability and support in whatever he dreamed of pursuing. From the inside though, that was the farthest from the truth. His father sets the rules, and Hunter follows them. With the threat of losing a multi-million dollar inheritance and his father's chain of businesses looming over his head constantly, there aren't many other options, leaving Hunter feeling pretty helpless. His father is a strict man, and one that doesn't mess around. So when Hunter is told to "Jump!", there's no other response besides "How high?"

This incredible amount of pressure is what lead Hunter to take certain matters into his own hands in high school. Stealing the trophy of his school's rival wrestling team the day before a big competition seemed like a good idea in the moment but almost landed him in hot water. Hunter had been told by his father to win at all costs, and what better a way to throw off the other team's focus than taking their most treasured possession? When his father found out, he was able to talk the principal out of a suspension with a nice donation to the school. His father had his own form of punishment though, sending Hunter off to military camp to straighten out his rebellious ways.

Hunter isn't sure exactly at what point things shifted at home, all he knows is that he went away to military camp during summer break of his freshman year of high school, and when he came back his parents were practically strangers inside their own home - purely putting on a front for others in public. His father isn't subtle about the many other women catching his attention these days, and Hunter has no idea why his mother is still hanging around and hasn't left yet. Maybe it's the money - or maybe she's hanging onto some delusion that he'll realise an error in his ways and change. Whatever it is, what Hunter does know is that it's left him with a great bitterness when it comes to love and relationships. Mess around, have fun, and leave in the morning before the other person wakes up. That's the motto he lives by, and it hasn't let him down so far. Some would think it's an incredibly lonely way to live, Hunter would call it safe.

Hunter's main focus now is finishing school, and doing his best to excel in his extra-curricular's with a pretty intense training regime. Maybe if he can do those things, his father will be proud and he'll finally get the love and recognition he's always hoped for.

BASICS OF HUNTER;

Full Name: Hunter Pronouns: He/Him Hometown: San Diego, CA Birthday & Star sign : January 4th - Capricorn Relationship Status: Single Sexuality: Bisexual (unexplored) Occupation: Student Sports/clubs: Wrestling team (Captain), Lacrosse (Defender) Glee club: Dalton Academy Warbler Major: Business

WANTED CONNECTIONS;

Ex-Situationship: There was chemistry, there was a connection, talking, casual dates etc. But for some reason one (or both) just couldn't commit. Enemy : Pretty self-explanatory. They cannot stand one another. Could be something that's happened in the past, a general differ in character, anything really. Gym Buddy: Everyone needs that support system to help encourage them in those days where you really just aren't motivated. *Definitely open to anything else also! If anyone is looking for something to be filled and think Hunter could be the man for the job, I'm more than happy to assist!

#wmacintro

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profoundbondfanfic · 2 years ago

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Another batch of our favorite aro/ace/demi fics!

Part 7

We're the New Romantics by almaasi [Teen, 8K, Aro!Cas]

“He’s so pretentious.” “Who is?” “Castiel.” Dean sneered as he said the name. “Look at him. He only brought one bag, and it’s tiny. And orange.” “Maybe he doesn’t like carrying a lot of stuff,” Charlie said, shouldering her own rainbow-coloured weekender bag, leading Dean out of the crowd and towards the picnic benches. “Gifted-and-Talented Summer Camp is only four days. A change of clothes and a toothbrush, that’s all most people need.” “What about when he sleeps? Doesn’t he at least need a pair of jammies? And that freaking nose ring. Seriously, he looks like a bull. I wonder if anyone’s ever told him.”

The Graveyard Shift by PurgatoryJar & riseofthefallenone [Explicit, 620K, Demi!Cas]

Dean’s favourite coffee shop, The Graveyard Shift, is only open after the sun goes down. Which is perfect for him, because that’s exactly when he craves coffee the most while doing the overnight at the fire hall. The coffee shop’s owner is pretty perfect too, but it’s kind of a bummer that Dean never gets to see Cas during the day. In a world where the supernatural live more or less in peace with the rest of humanity, it’s a little impolite to ask Cas just what he really is - or what his dark past entails.

hold me (just for tonight) by kitmistry [Teen, 1,5K, Ace!Cas]

Parties are always fun, and they come with the best tips.

Moonflower by K_K_TiBal [Teen, 18K, Ace!Cas]

Castiel is not a very good witch. He's just not. He struggles with potions, illusions, divination - everything that makes a witch respectable, and his familiar - Dean - definitely deserves better than him. When Dean falls under a curse that seems to affect his shape-shifting abilities, Castiel and Dean begin to run out of money, and Castiel decides the best thing they can do is go after a rare Moonflower to help get themselves back on their feet. The journey could be dangerous, especially considering Castiel's less-than-ideal abilities and Dean's curse, but with a little luck, it will all be worth it in the end.

Easy by mnwood [General, 911, Aro!Dean]

When Cas comes back from the Empty, it takes Dean some time to adjust.

Coming to Terms by Unforth [Explicit, 169K, Aro!Dean]

Naomi Novak has laid out her son's entire life. Castiel Novak-Shurley must get a great education, focus on business, ignore frivolous things, attend Harvard Business School, become an investment banker at International Angel Deposit Bank, maintain his virtue, marry a proper beta or omega, and make lots of alpha babies. Even when fitting her expectations was difficult for him, Castiel has done his best to comply. Until now. His mother is arranging a marriage for him - he doesn't know to whom, but he knows it's happening, and soon - and before he ties the knot (figuratively and literally) Castiel wants to have an experience all his own: he wants to bottom for an alpha. Nervous, terrified, Castiel goes to Palmeton’s red light district and hires Jensen, a gorgeous young alpha prostitute who smells like fresh-cut grass and sunshine and lemonade. With Jensen, Castiel finds the courage to ask for what he wants. Being knotted is amazing. Castiel’s not an omega, but…but being with Jensen - who's real name turns out to be Dean - is everything Castiel has dreamed of. And now he has to figure out: how is he supposed to go the rest of his life without experiencing that again?

First and Only by almaasi [Explicit, 35K, Aro&Demi!Cas]

Single bachelor Dean bets he can have sex more times within a calendar year than his happily-married brother. But when Castiel – Dean’s roommate, best friend, and total virgin – asks Dean to be his First, Dean’s plan to bed numerous strangers goes up in smoke. Over the weeks, then the months, Cas becomes his go-to guy. His “fuck buddy”, if you will. But that doesn’t sound right. It doesn’t feel right. Dean was Cas’ First, but now he wants to be Cas’ Only. Now he’s gotta figure out how the heck to court a guy he’s successfully wooed a hundred times already.

#destiel #group rec #ace week #ace!dean #ace!castiel

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bisexual-horror-fan · 2 years ago

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BEX!!! Congratulations on hitting 3000! That's fan-FUCKING-tastic...and very much well-deserved.

Now, I'm not here to send you a request, because I'm sure you've already received quite a few by now...but I'd like to take the chance to lovingly (and lustfully) remind you and the fandom of something left...unfinished...something we've talked about recently...a continuation of your sinfully short fic, 'Three Against One'...

'Multi-May' or no 'Multi-May'...this foursome needs to happen...at some point...

I can wait...you know I *adore* anticipation...

Hello Kelly! Day three of Multi-May which means that we have a re-vision of my old fic, Three Against One! Thank you for the excuse to do this, I wanted to do the same thing with Lessons In Faking It because this is gonna get a sequel and finally get that foursome we have all been craving. Plus I have always wanted to expand this, I added 1.5K to the OG and cleaned and changed this up, hope you all dig this updated version and get hyped for the later entry! Also, the council in The Boiler Lounge has made the decision that Sam Wescott and Buddy Swanson and Leslie Vernon’s polyam ship is called Mourning Wood. Enjoy that and this fic.

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 4.5K. Sam Wescott And Buddy Swanson AND Leslie Vernon X AFAB! Reader. They/Them Pronouns. Warnings: Established Relationship. Vacation. Road Trip. Semi-Public To Public Hookups. Exhibitionism. Movie Spoilers. Some Fluff. Strap On Mention. Teasing. Dirty Talk. Buddy Is An Asshole But We Love Him. Threesome. Voyeurism. Outdoor Sex. Stalking. Threat Of Violence. Implied Foursome.

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Three Against One. Again.

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It was going to be your birthday soon.

Your two boyfriends wanted to do something special for that, they asked what you wanted and upon discussing it you all realised you had some paid vacation time that needed to be spent before the year was up or you would lose it. You thought long and hard about it and came to the conclusion of partaking in a road trip together. You have always had a thing for the macabre and spooky, I mean look at who you were dating, when the secrets about them came out it didn’t scare you off, no, you stuck around happily.

So the purpose of said road trip was to visit a bunch of supposedly haunted locations and do some urban exploring and camping. Buddy was of course very excited about the prospect of this, he hadn’t really done a road trip with anyone else, he did one once, technically, when fleeing Canada post the events of Centre Stage but obviously that one wasn’t very fun. Clutching his barely bandaged wounds with one hand while he drove with the other, leaking blood badly as he drove a stolen car away in desperation of escaping his old life wasn’t a good time.

After he got patched up properly in a gas station bathroom, wrapping hastily bought gauze around his ribs and stomach under flickering lights, he was back in the car. He made the long drive to accept that fateful job at Camp Clear Vista where he met you and Sam wasn’t great either, it was lonely. Even if it did end up leading to the best summer of his life.

He and Camillia always talked about doing a road trip together, seeing some of the other provinces before settling down and opening that restaurant they always talked about. Taking a roadtrip with you and Sam sounded amazing and long overdue, he could hardly wait.

Sam would normally be just as excited, he took a road trip with Chuck once to visit a creepy wax museum she heard about and that was a good time, but that was different. Seeing something that is so obviously fake and an attraction, a controlled and safe environment but what you wanted to do was see some more “real” stuff, it made him nervous. The rest sounded great, long hours in the car, talking and listening to music, trying new food, camping out together, he just wasn’t that excited about the decidedly scary nature you wanted everything to take.

He tried to hide this. He did so poorly.

Sam Wescott was good at a lot of things, chopping wood, taking care of kids, starting a fire, hiding his emotions was not chief among them. His nerves were the most noticeable when you were all packing up the car, he had already agreed, you all took the time off, were gearing up to leave and he was chewing his bottom lip nervously, clearly lost in thought.

Buddy used this as a perfect opportunity to come up behind him, throw an arm around his shoulder, hooking around him, opposite hand resting on his chest as he leaned in close, “Awe Sammy baby, you look tense, what’s up?” Classic Buddy, the way he cooed that so easily and teasingly to Sam.

Sam turned his head, caught Buddy’s gaze, “Oh uh, sorry Buddy, just um…Thinking is all.” You rolled your eyes as you finally closed the trunk, coming over to Buddy and Sam as you say, “You are always thinking Sam, thinking way too much.”

“I agree, you gotta turn that brain off sometimes! It’s gonna be a great time man, relax.” Buddy’s hands rested on Sam’s shoulder next, giving a reassuring squeeze, and you backed him up, “Seriously, it is gonna be awesome. Calm down.”

You had slid right in front of him, you were holding Sam’s hands as you looked up at him and he let out a sigh, conceding.

“Yeah, yeah you’re right. Sorry, I know it’s gonna be a lotta fun.” Buddy pressed a kiss to his cheek and said, “Atta boy! Now come on, let’s hit the road, you got the first driving shift.”

And so off you all went and as soon as you were an hour into the trip Sam was wondering what he was so worried about. This was great, you next to him and Buddy in the back, alternating playing some of your music and talking, it felt good, felt right and relaxing, very needed, time away from all the bullshit stress of normal life and just being with his two favourite people.

“No, no, I am vetoing this-” Buddy argued as he held up the CD case of the disc you were trying to load into the player of the car’s dash, you ask, “What? You only get one veto a day and you are using it now? On fucking ABBA?”

Buddy shoved the case into your hand and sat back saying, “Yes I am vetoing ABBA, we are not listening to Super Trooper before ten in the morning.”

Sam couldn’t stop the smile that crossed his face, looking over to the pair of you playfully bickering about what CD to listen to in place of the one Buddy smacked down. Yeah, this was going to be a good trip.

You of course felt the same way. It was all great and you had a fun time on your first few stops, Sam even giving it up that it wasn’t bad doing it with you both. He still insisted on holding one of your hands while you wandered around some burnt out building but you and Buddy didn’t mind, and only handed out minimal teasing for it too.

The stopping at different restaurants Buddy had picked out while planning your route was thoroughly enjoyable for all of you, his pre-trip research paid off and you all ate at some great hole in the wall joints.

Staying in the occasional motel when the weather was bad enough that setting up camp for the night wasn’t feasible did end up happening a few times. The first time you checked into one a few days into the trip, Buddy dropped his duffle bag by the door, whipped off his rain soaked windbreaker, tossing it aside and then leaping at the bed and before you or Sam could question his enthusiasm it became all too clear. Leaning on one hand and the other rested on his hip he asked, in an intentionally comical pose, “What do you think? Is the bed big enough that you could both fuck me at the same time comfortably?”

You dropped your own bag as Sam scoffs, “I doubt it, look at you man! You’re what, like 6’3?”

Buddy cuts in, “6’2 actually-”

“Right, I’m worried about you being able to sleep comfortably on the thing, forget getting fucked.” You interject asking, “And how are we supposed to do that, exactly?”

Buddy gasped, “No! Don’t tell me you forgot the strap-on!” You and Sam were already cracking up as he carried on, somehow still able to joke like this after hours in the car, “Oh my God, well, the vacation is called off.” He rolled off the bed and headed for the bathroom before you or Sam had even caught your breath.

Once clean and settled down you were cuddled up in a bed just a bit too small for three, all tangled limbs and being impossibly close was cosy. The many other nights spent in the tent together, all having employed that trick Sam learned for zipping multiple sleeping bags together to make one big enough for three, were Sam’s favourites.

Not to mention all of the illicit hooking up. In that tent you and Sam and Buddy caught up, mid-make-out, one of his hands between your legs and with Buddy’s between Sam’s, feverish passing back and forth and hands all busy.

In or rather on the car, you bent over the hood with Buddy behind you and Sam watching, his own hand busy while you are all under the stars.

In alleyways next to bars or restaurants you just paid patronage to, and one really risky one in the handicap stall of a bathroom in a diner, you nearly got caught and after the person left without detecting you, the rest of said hookup finished safely back in your tent at the camp you set up.

Exploring and hiking was fun, you were all safe and doing it together, some of the locations you wanted to scope out were really cool and you brought along your camera, got some great pictures. Sam confessed while you were all at the highest point of a trail you’d just walked, looking down at the picturesque woods, that this was the best vacation he ever had and was glad you and Buddy pushed him to do this. He was happy, nerves totally forgotten.

Until the day of your actual birthday. The big stop this had been leading up to, you wanted to stop in Glen Echo and check out the Vernon farm. Initially Sam was excited about it, a farm, how nice and quaint, you even mentioned there was an apple orchard, apple picking sounded awesome.

You all pulled up and you seemed so giddy, you practically bolted from the car.

He didn’t realise why you were so excited about it until you all started walking around and you began enthusiastically explaining the history of the farm and about who used to live here. Big gestures of your hands as you went and explained about Leslie and the documentary and everything.

You walked about the grounds, rattling off what you knew, taking stops along the way to expound further, “And he would fuck with the branches of the trees so if anyone made an attempt to get down from the second floor they would break-” Buddy would, “Ooo-” appropriately and Sam’s face would lose a little more colour.

The walk continued, you giving as much detail as possible and Buddy nodded along, still smiling, clearly loving how passionate and happy you were to be here, even chiming in on what he thought was particularly interesting and cool.

Sam got more and more nervous as you all walked around. Funny thing considering his own past but that wasn’t him, not REALLY, it was the Wood Carver’s mask who possessed him, under normal circumstances he would never do what happened back then.

You finally were all standing in front of the burnt remains of the cider house, “And then Tayor apparently crushed his head with the cider press and set the whole building ablaze!”

Buddy was impressed, saying in response, “Damn. See the more you talk about this Taylor the more I like her, she sounds really tough.”

“Right?! She’s the coolest!” You exclaimed and Buddy looked over to the third and much more quiet one in your group.

Buddy nudged you, your head turning as Sam chimed in asking, “So Leslie is dead, right?”

You and Buddy stared at him for a moment, his eyes forward, nervous look clear on his face, surely his mind going a mile a minute, and then you and Buddy shared a look of your own, a small smirk from you, a raise of his eyebrows and you are on the same page. You say, “Well that is what they SAY but his body went missing.”

Buddy put on an air of faux concern as he said, clearly playing it up, hands coming up to his face, “Oh no, his body went missing?!”

You stifled a giggle and leaned closer into Sam who was going just a little pale, “Never recovered it to this day. We think we are alone here but who knows!”

That is when Buddy asked excitedly, “So you wanna camp here tonight, yeah? Spend the night?” You agreed immediately and enthusiastically, arms out stretched, “Oh yeah of course!”

Sam glanced at you, eyes wide, “You really want to? You sure you don’t wanna maybe stay at that B and B we saw on the way into town?”

“Very sure Sam.” You confirmed with a confident nod and Buddy was saying then, more playfully, clapping your shared boyfriend on the shoulder, “C’mon Sam it’s their birthday and they wanna stay at the creepy murder farm.”

“Yeah Sam! I wanna stay at the creepy murder farm!” You agree and he sighs heavily.

“Sorry I am not that enthusiastic about spending the night where several people were killed-” Buddy cocked his head to the side as he fired back with, “And yet we keep on returning to Camp Clear Vista every year.”

Sam had to give him that. He knew there was no winning against Buddy’s stubbornness along with your birthday wish so he agreed, tone a mix of frustration and resignation, “Alright, we should unpack and set up camp before it gets dark.”

“Hell yes! Thank you Sammy.” You leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips and Buddy parroted what you said, smiling as his hand came up and ruffled Sam’s short hair in the way he knew bugged him, “Yeah thanks Sammy!”

Sam swatted Buddy away but he was smiling now, clearly fond.

So the rest of the afternoon was dedicated to setting up the camp.

You chose a place in between the barn and the apple orchard, you dug the fire pit, Buddy put up the tent, and Sam, taking a fallen tree he had found, managed to split some of it up to make some logs for you all to sit on around the fire as well as using it for some actual fire wood. It was nice but Sam still seemed nervous, kept looking like something was off, even with the axe in his hands. You and Buddy did your best to distract him but it didn’t seem to be working very well.

Hours later, it was after dinner, the fire was going and it was dark out.

You and Buddy had run to the car to get a bag of marshmallows to roast for dessert and on the way back to the fire you spoke up, “We gotta get Sam to chill out.”

Buddy sighed “God, right? He is going full Wescott right now.” You laugh but smack him on the shoulder, “Okay well don’t say that to him, you know he hates when you say that shit.”

“Well maybe if he didn’t go Wescott so often then we wouldn’t have had to attach his name to it-” You give him an unimpressed look, “Hilarious Buddy, truly, but c’mon, we need to help the guy out not make this worse.”

He groans and you sing-song out, “It’s my birthday-”

“I’m just messing around, you’re right, we should help not hurt, I will be nice.” He concedes, both hands up and you say, “Thank you cream puff.”

He gags and then says, “Oh my fucking God, what was that about being nice and not doing things your boys hate?”

“Ha, I said not doing things Sam hates, and what, you don’t like my pet names?” You ask and he says, “They are just soooo overly cutesy and sickeningly sweet-”

“Come on Buddy bon-bon baby, lighten up.” You tease and he stops walking, “I will vomit, right here.”

“No you won’t, not after you worked so hard on that dinner.” You say and he hangs his head before starting to walk again, “You’re right again, stop being right all the time.”

“Nope, it’s my birthday, I’m allowed.” You assert and then ask, “So how are we fixing this for him?”

Buddy hums, head coming up and after a moment he grins, looking over to you, “Overwhelm him?”

“Oh I love how you think.”

Your goal is to get him out of his head and relax, let him enjoy the evening as much as you had both been. The approach is easy, made sure he could hear you coming, didn’t want to frighten him further and you sat down next to him and he was quick to say, “I swear to God I heard something just now.”

Buddy sat on the other side of him, too close, pressing Sam between you and him as he said, “Uh yeah man, probably us.”

Sam scoffed, “No not you two, when you were outta earshot I could have sworn I heard someone, out there-” He gestured out the orchard and you shrugged, “Probably an animal or something. Don’t worry about it.”

That is when you made your move, leaning in, one hand to Sam’s cheek, pulling him closer and your mouth meeting his neck, you beginning to kiss makes his sentence stop short while Buddy’s hand sliding up his inner thigh made his breath catch already and you said into his skin, “What did we tell you Sam?”

A lick over his pulse point and a soft bite that made him tense under your touch and he stuttered out, “I’ll uh, be honest. I can-can’t really remember at the moment-”

You are busy with your task but you can picture his expression right now, brows furrowed, eyes closed and lips parted, totally swept up and thoroughly him and adorable, it makes you smile against his throat.

Buddy was there backing you up the way you usually did for him, “That you need to relax. Turn off that brain-” Buddy’s hand was between Sam’s legs now, palming his already hardening dick through his shorts as he added on, “-we can help you with that.”

It did sound appealing. He still had nerves and reservations but as you and Buddy both worked him over, hands roaming and wandering, tugging at his clothing, you kissing and biting his neck and Buddy’s fingers under Sam’s chin tilting him to give him a lazy and slow kiss on the mouth, definite heat behind it? Sam slowly started to let go, moaning into the kiss and returning it.

You and Buddy should have heeded Sam’s warnings, should have listened. Sam’s nervousness has validity to it, you weren’t alone and hadn’t been all day, he was right there, watching you. He was taking his time, he was used to the occasional gawkers and you three seemed harmless so he hadn’t done anything yet.

He thought you were all rather bold setting up camp for the night, he had every intention of stepping in and having some fun of his own but he didn’t expect such a show. The three of you had been really close and touchy sure but he didn’t think it was like this, that you were all together. He was interested. Honestly your timing couldn’t have been better, he was going to make his move right before you made yours and now he couldn’t stop watching.

Leslie had a thing for watching, a definite and total textbook voyeur, couldn’t help how hard he got off on it. You had already caught his eye earlier, so now seeing you making a move to get on your knees, starting to undo the shorts to get what you really wanted, about to start putting your mouth to good use, of course he wanted to stay quiet and see how this unfolded.

He watched as that curly haired man, Buddy, he overheard, was pulling back, one hand in the other man, Sam’s, hair as he started to whisper what he was certain were filthy things in his ear.

Leslie watched the way Sam flushed, lifting his hips to help you slide his shorts down, he couldn’t look away as you took his cock in your hand, leaning in, giving what looked to be a loving lick over the head before it disappeared between your lips. You started to take more, slide him in deeper, your hand around the base starting to stroke and he could hear the groan Sam let out, watched as Buddy’s head tilted back with a laugh.

You didn’t blow him for long before Buddy was whispering something to Sam, a grin on his face and finally that pulls his gaze from you between his legs to the other man sitting next to him, a nod, and the look of near awe and affection overtakes when he drops to his knees at your side to join in. Fuck, you and he shared him and that was something else. So they weren’t just sharing you, no, it seems like you all share each other.

The view was so good that Leslie couldn’t help palming himself through his overalls, couldn’t help coming closer, wanted to get a better look, hear some of what you were all saying. You were all distracted. He was able to manage it even more easily than normal.

By the time he was close enough, you had your fingers in Buddy’s curls, pushing him down so he was swallowing more of Sam’s cock and you said, “God, can’t he take it just so well? Almost puts me to shame.”

Sam lets out this delicious sounding moan, a small nod, still just mesmerised by the view in front of him. Gasping out, “So-so good.”

He rocked his hips up once and looked so lost in the feeling of it. He looked overwhelmed, Leslie wondered if what he said next was because he was sweet, concerned and selfless or trying to stave off cumming too fast with two talented mouths working over him. “We should be focusing on you, it’s your birthday right?”

“The man has a point.” You agree and Buddy was pulling off Sam’s dick with a wet pop and a nod, “He is right, we should be focusing on you.”

And just like that the attention was turned to you.

The speed is impressive, the way they worked together on you still had a way of taking you by surprise. They shared you exceptionally well and after so long were able to move together with you with total ease. You were pulled into Sam’s lap, he was kissing you and had his hands up your shirt in short order and Buddy was pressed behind you, his hands working on getting into your pants and you looked really damn good in that moment.

Your eyes falling closed, pressing closer to one and then the other, allowing yourself to bask in their attention, letting yourself to freely express how they made you feel, soft moans and gasping breaths, calling out their respective names in utter reverence as they pleasured you. Sam’s tongue in your mouth, Buddy had a hand in your shorts and was obviously fingering you, whispering more filth into your ears. Sam had only paused making out with you to get your shirt and bra off, tossing them aside, his hands and mouth working in tandem on your newly exposed chest. Hands cup, thumbs brush over your nipples in between indulgent sucks. This live show has Leslie’s overalls feeling far too tight.

Buddy is speaking up louder, Leslie is treated to this exchange, “Fuck, Sam, can you hear how wet they are?”

Sam pulls back, a breathy laugh, “I sure can, how you feeling?” He asks and you nod, “Mm, good, real good, ha-harder?”

“Yeah I can do that for you.” Buddy’s arm picks up the pace, your hips buck and you moan much louder, crying out a thank you and Sam’s mouth is latched back onto you.

You were squirming and moaning, grinding yourself between them and it looked like it was going to keep escalating, Leslie is convinced that you would be getting fucked out in the open by the both of them at once and fuck, it was too much.

Leslie moved quietly and carefully, and came around the fire so slowly, sickle at the ready. When he was right behind Buddy he moved forward. Sickle slices through the air, metal came down and lodged in the wood log Sam was seated on, it made the three of you jump, a frantic look and as soon as your eyes fell to him you said, “Leslie?”

Of course you recognized him. He was leaning against the handle of his sickle still stuck in the wood, stance was very casual as he said, “Hey. Hear you are a big fan. How are you enjoying your stay?”

To say you were taken aback was an understatement. Total shock, not sure what to respond with, Leslie would be lying if he said he didn’t find that at least a little bit cute, how much he got the drop on you. “Well?”

He prompted and you swallowed, Sam’s hands were covering your tits now, shielding you before you were saying, “Uh good? Real, uhm, real good.”

“Yeah I was gonna say, looks like you are all having a really good time.” He leaned down, his face much closer to yours, his eyes were interesting, full of something you wished you could define but can’t, maybe you were too shocked, his smile is however undeniably mischievous. Leslie speaks again, “So much fun I wanted to give you an offer.”

“An offer?” Buddy inquired, confused, clearly his own mind reeling and trying to contend with all this, and Leslie continued, “Yeah. See I was going to have a good time with you three tonight until you started doing all of this-”

He ripped his sickle up, you all jump and he laughs, he gestures to you with his weapon of choice, still half dressed in Sam’s lap, the three of you still pressed pretty closely together, “-but I gotta say that you all present a much better option, one that doesn’t come around here often.”

You picked up what he was putting down immediately. A phrase you had seen once before clear in your mind, fuck to survive.

The thing is you would have been down even without the potential threat of violence, although considering your choice in partners, the threat helps rather than hurts. Leslie is playing with the sickle, fingering the end of it as he is looking you all over, clearly enjoying the dynamic at hand, the power he holds in this moment, the potential of the night spread before you all. “Besides, I think it is awfully gauche to kill someone on their birthday, right?”

Gauche or not all you could think was how you were about to get simultaneously wrecked and spoiled all at once. Happy fucking birthday to you. A verbal response wasn’t what you have, what you did do was reach out, fingers caught in the torn collar of his shirt and you pulled him forward and down, giving your consent with your mouth in a different but entirely welcome fashion.

Sam was wrong, it was gonna be a good night, you could tell.

#Mourning Wood #BHF asks #Multi-May #Darklylucid #Slasher x reader #Sam Wescott X reader #Buddy Swanson X Reader #Poly!Camping Boys x reader #BHF writing

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It was cold today in Alterna. Which was a strange thing to say when there was snow covering almost every inch of the ground, so you would assume that it was always cold. But, surprisingly, that wasn’t the case. Alterna’s temperature rarely matched its climate. Maybe due to the fact that the snow was artificial and was created to replicate the real deal, but no one likes to be cold all the time. So, the coldest it ever was down there was just a little bit chilly. Today, however, something must have been wrong with the thermostat because everyone was freezing. Even Four, whose hero suit was so thick you’d be surprised they wore it during the summer, was freezing. Even the Captain, who seemed to be able to withstand the most extreme of temperatures, was freezing. Even Neo, who had grown some fur since having prolonged contact with fooze and was in a similar state to the Captain, was freezing. It was cold and no one liked it.

“Geez, is ORCA sick or somethin’?” Four spoke while walking over to the Squid Sisters’ camp. He pulled his jacket closer to himself in a weak attempt to keep his body heat in. It worked somewhat. “It’s fu- fricken freezing down here!” He quickly censored himself upon seeing that the youngest of the agents was there with the Captain and Sisters. It was kind of funny to think he used to be the youngest. Time flies, I suppose. The Captain looked up sympathetically and shook their head.

“How are you freezing in that?! ” Callie asked from her signature spot to the left of the Captain. She gestured at Four’s comedically thick jacket, wishing she had brought like that herself down there. The younger agent pointed down to their legs to show that they were wearing shorts instead of something that could actually help keep their legs warm. Callie took back what she had said and laughed a little, which was met with a scowl from Four. Neo shivered before replying to her coworker's original question.

“Little Buddy accidentally chewed through some stuff, so ORCA’s a bit out of it. Eight's over attempting to fix it.” She spoke, pointing to her ink tank which held said Salmonid. Four reflexively took a few steps back upon realizing just how near the Smallfry was.

“Ah, that makes sense. Little thing eats through everything, huh?” Four now stood next to Marie, casually sticking close to her umbrella. They muttered something to the Squid Sister, who just shook her head slightly in response. Neo nodded in agreement to their statement, remembering a time she had witnessed Buddy eat a whole chair. Needless to say, the duo wasn't allowed in that establishment after that. She shivered again, this time making a “Brrrrr…” sound with it. The Captain took notice of this and sighed. Had she done something wrong? The younger inkling looked confused at this until she watched the older take off their… cloak? Neo couldn't really describe what it was, it mostly looked like a bunch of fabric poorly sewn together that sat on the Captain’s shoulders. She was surprised when they carefully placed it on her shoulders, something that was quite unexpected, and was even more surprised to find out that it was weighted. Huh, that felt nice…

“Uhh-”

“You're welcome.” The Captain signed, interrupting whatever the younger was about to say. They then turned their head and stared forward, not bothering with the questioning sounds that Neo was making.

Eventually, she sighed and sat down next to the crate that the Captain sat upon, leaning her head against the side of it. May as well get comfy with it.

“Thank you…” she said sleepily. Hey, was she this tired two minutes ago? Why was she suddenly so sleepy? The cloak that now sat upon her shoulders felt heavier and heavier as if lulling her to slumber. It felt so warm, so safe and secure. No wonder the Captain wore it so much, this was great. She grumbled and let her weight rest on the crate completely. Maybe a small nap couldn’t hurt…

Callie, who stood next to her, noticed the sudden drowsiness coming from Neo and crouched in front of her.

“Hey, are you okay?” she questioned anxiously. “It's not like you to get so sleepy suddenly.”

The only thing she got in response was a light grumble and then soft snores. New Agent 3 was asleep. Little Buddy suddenly popped his head out from underneath the cloak and looked at his companion with what could be described as concern. He chirped and tapped her face once, twice, thrice. Neo hardly stirred, only shifting to pull the cloak closer to herself. Each breath she took became slower and softer that soon it sounded as if she had stopped breathing. But she still was, if ever so faintly. The Captain, having only watched this happen since giving her the cloak, shot up and grabbed Neo by the shoulders in a panic. They shook their fellow agent in an attempt to wake her, fearing that she would stop breathing altogether when a soft, hardly audible rumbling sound came from her, similar to a Splatana charging up. Similar to when you scratch underneath Judd’s chin in just the right spot. The Captain heard it. Was that? No. Could it? They stopped shaking and pressed their ear closer to the other’s chest and… Yep, that was definitely purring. Holy shit.

“Yo is Junior okay?!” Having forgotten her fear of Salmonids in favor of concern for the younger agent, Four rushed over to her captain.

Captain carefully laid Neo back into her original position against the crate and stared at Four with a finger to their lips. The yellow inkling was about question further until she heard the light rumbling, too.

“Oh my Cod,” she whispered in awe. “Is- Is she purring?? ”

“Oh yeah, she’s definitely purring.” Callie chuckled, a phone now occupying her hands. She turned to look at her captain. “You’ve been chosen, Three. You’re a parent now, good job.”

Three recoiled. They were a what now?! They removed their hands from Neo’s shoulders to shake them at the Squid Sister. “What?!” The purring from the fooze-affected agent grew quieter.

“I mean, Judd always does that when he chooses someone new to stay with. Did it with us, did it with Off the Hook, and apparently did it with Deep Cut.” she counted off her fingers as she listed her fellow idols. “And with the way she basically stopped when you moved away from her, I’m gonna assume it’s like Judd and she’s chosen you to take care of her.” What.

…

“What?!” They shook their hands once more.

“No, yeah, I’m agreeing with Callie on this.” Marie butted in from her position on the other side of the Captain. “She has called you her parent before, so I’m not too surprised at this display.” She snickered lightly.

Oh, Cod. It was scary whenever Callie and Marie agreed on something. Because that usually meant they were right about something, and Captain wasn’t sure they wanted them to be right. They thought fondly of the kid, sure, but to think they could take on the role of a parent to her. They could hardly take care of themselves half the time, how the hell could they take care of a whole ass kid?! Maybe Callie and Marie were joking, maybe they were just messing with them. After all, they did that often, much to the Splatoon Leader’s displeasure. The purring could mean anything, maybe she was just super comfortable. Maybe she was just having a nice dream. But that thought was thrown away when they placed their hand on the youngest agent’s shoulder and the rumbling grew louder once more. Shit. Fuck. Dammit.

Callie covered her mouth in an attempt to muffle her laughter, but it didn’t work very well. Her laughs escaped the confines of her hand and filled the area with cackles. Four gripped pink-tipped inkling’s shoulder and pointed to Neo, and the laughing stopped at once.

“Right, kid sleeping. Sorry.”

“But what about the sleeping thing?” they signed, still confused about that. Neo was normally super energetic, often causing chaos due to this. She would run around, play tag with Buddy, redo challenges from the kettles, and mess with the Captain. But since arriving at the camp that morning, her energy had noticeably diminished. While she hadn’t been particularly sleepy, it was still very much apparent. The way she stood slumped, the way she yawned every few minutes, the way she swayed on her feet. Captain hoped that the response they got of them giving her their cloak for extra warmth wasn’t also a sign of Neo deciding they were her parent. They still couldn’t wrap their head around that. What if she already had parents that she loved? They didn’t wanna get in trouble with them on that. But looking at the kid…

“Oh, I think she might be hibernating?” Four spoke suddenly, interrupting the Captain’s thoughts abruptly.

“What.”

Four grinned and clenched and unclenched her hands in excitement. A sign that she was about to infodump about something that made her feel smart. Which, she was, but that didn’t mean she didn’t feel like it sometimes.

“It’s a thing that some mammals did in cold weather. It was mostly during the winter, to sleep it out until the chill had passed.” She waved around her hands excitedly. “Their bodies would automatically slow down so they wouldn’t starve during that time. It’s believed that they did it because food was scarce in the winter for them, so sleeping it out meant more chances of survival. Maybe Junior’s body is reacting similarly to the cold temperature down here. She did get a few mammalian instincts from the fooze.”

Everyone stopped to gawk at Four. While they knew the agent was quite smart, they still had a moment of awe when they said something like that. Said agent huffed in annoyance.

“Oh come on, did you guys forget that I finished high school? They teach you this in Human History!” All the other agents stood awkwardly. Callie rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly, Marie shifted her weight from each foot, and the Captain coughed into their hand.

After a few moments of standing around, Marie patted Four’s shoulder proudly and nodded her head wisely. “That’s my kid. Smartest agent in the Splatoon.” Four flushed and covered his face with the collar of his jacket, suddenly not too keen on sharing his smart thoughts anymore. Callie laughed at the display, then turned to her captain.

“He might be right, though. It is super cold, I mean, I’m barely keeping it together right now! And the sudden comfort from your cloak could have been the final splat bomb for the instincts to kick in. The Fooze really got to her, huh?”

Marie sighed. “Cod knows how many times she was splatted with that ink. I’m not too surprised it mixed with her a little.”

“Does this mean we have another Judd? Do you think she could be a judge in the tricolor Turf Wars during Splatfests? Lil’ Lil’ Judd?” Callie asked jokingly. But everyone took a moment to think about this. It wouldn’t be too crazy to think she got those skills, but they were unsure if that was even a mammal thing. It may just be a Judd thing. But, it could be possible that she also got extreme Turf Judging skills… But Four piped up again, no longer hiding in embarrassment within his Hero Suit’s collar.

“I don’t think so. Judd and Lil’ Judd are cats, hibernation is more of a bear thing.”

“Four, she’s literally purring. That’s a cat thing.” Callie replied bluntly.

Four went back into his clothed shell, this time pulling the hood over his head.

“Maybe she has a mix of a bunch of different mammals? The Fooze did have a lot of different DNA in it, she couldn’t possibly have only ended up with one mammal.” Marie offered and everyone nodded their heads in agreement after a few moments of thinking. Four even came out of his shell again to nod. It made sense.

Three clapped to get everyone’s attention. “Well, anyways. We need to move her to a more comfortable spot. I don’t know about you, but I don’t think the crate is the greatest thing to sleep on.” They signed.

“I don’t know, you seem quite comfortable sitting on it all the time. Maybe Junior really is your junior and loves the crate like you.” Four smiled cheekily. The Captain promptly flipped their fellow Cuttlefish off and reached out their arms to pick up the sleeping inkling… And then didn’t move because Neo had immediately latched onto the captain, her arms wrapping around the older inkling’s shoulders in a tight hug. For someone so deep in sleep, she had quite a tight grip. The click of a certain someone’s phone camera was heard and Captain turned their head, although rather difficult, to stare daggers into Callie. The phone was promptly put away after that. Returning their attention to Neo, they sighed. They might as well get comfy, there was no way she was going to let go anytime soon now.

There was a little struggle as they shifted to lean their back against the front of the crate, but eventually, they made it work. Now, they sat on the ground, legs laying straight out in front of them. Neo, in her sleep, had decided that the captain’s lap was the comfiest place on Earth and pretty much laid across it like Judd when he was feeling particularly affectionate. The Captain adjusted the cloak on the younger agent to work more as a blanket and gently laid their arm across her back. Their hand grazed one of her arms and they noticed how rough her fur felt there. It was stiff and maybe even a little matted. When was the last time this kid cleaned her fur? Or brushed it, at least. However the hell she could brush it. Hmm, thoughts for later. Right now, the Captain of the New Squidbeak Splatoon had a job of making sure this inkling was not disturbed during her comfortable slumber. They would make sure of that.

The group fell into a comfortable silence as they listened to the soft rumbles that the fuzzy inkling made. Little Buddy, who stood to the side as the captain moved Neo, ran up to said Captain’s unoccupied arm and shoved his face into it. A little bit of wiggling and he was comfortably tucked underneath the limb. Alright, so the Captain had two kids now. No big deal. 21 years old and they're already a parent.

A final sigh left the older inkling’s lips as they leaned back into the crate. They’d be stuck like this for a good bit.

“Hey everyone, I fixed the wires! The temperature should be back under control soon-” A collection of desperate shushes interrupted the magenta-inked octoling who had just returned from her “mission.” She looked around in confusion, wondering what the need for quiet was. She found her answer when her eyes landed on the soft scene Callie and Marie were pointing at.

On the ground, in front of the crate that Three usually sat on, was the captain themself and the newest additions to the Splatoon. All were asleep. Three had their head tucked into their shoulder while their arms held Neo and Little Buddy. Buddy slept soundly in the crook of the captain’s left arm, while Neo was curled into the older inkling’s lap and purring… wait, purring?!

“Yeah, we just found out she can do that, too,” Callie whispered to her upon noticing the shock on the octoling’s face. “Also, you’re a mom now. Congrats.”

Oh, Cod.

You leave for a few hours and suddenly you have kids, huh? Eight didn’t think she minded that, actually

looks at you

#miles answers #splatoon

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