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Blooming Family Part 1 - He Will Come

Pairing: Yautja x Fem!Reader Summary: You were caught three days after you and your son's arrival on earth by an organization called Project Stargazer. Now you both were treated like guinea pigs. No wonder, considering said son was a hybrid of human and Yautja. Cross-posted on AO3: here Warnings: English isn't my first language Word Count: 4,224 Masterlist

⇨ This is based on the scene in the lab where the sedated Yautja-human hybrid is being held captive (movie: "The Predator", 2018). The plot before and after this scene has nothing to do with the fanfic. Either way, I barely remember the movie. I just used the scene for my own scenario.

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You had been stupid, so stupid. You should have listened to Mi'ytiar, should have listened to him when he told you to stay on the ship during your stay on Earth while your son went hunting. You had insisted on coming with him, as you desperately wanted to see your home planet again.

Not that you missed it. You loved Mi'ytiar, loved to be his mate, loved your life with him and your son on Yautja Prime.

You had just wanted to leave the ship to get some fresh air and see the full moon, which you couldn't see in your new home, when you suddenly were surrounded by soldiers. You didn't even think about defending yourself, not in your condition. You had let it happen when they grabbed you and put you roughly in one of the black SUVs.

So many questions swirled around in your mind — how did they find you? What about the ship? What did they want with you? Would they hurt you? And what about Akail? Was he hurt?

You hadn't dared to ask the armed men who were in the car with you. They all had looked at you with different emotions on their faces — disgust, curiosity, anger. One of them wore a grin that made your skin crawl.

When they arrived at their base, you were dragged through many corridors and were examined by — and you thanked God for that — female doctors. They took your blood, forced you into a strange white suit, and put you into a sterile room.

Now you sat in a corner, huddled together. The door was in the middle of the wall on the other side of the room. A camera hung in the corner across from you from the ceiling and had an overview of the entire room. It reminded you of an interrogation room with windows to the left and right of the door, which looked like a mirror from the inside but allowed a glimpse into the room from the outside, and a table and two chairs standing in the middle.

You had pulled your legs to your chest as much as your swollen belly would allow and leaned your head sideways against the wall.

It's gonna be okay, you thought to yourself. Everything is going to be fine.

You didn't know if you were trying to calm yourself down or your pup who could sense your agitation and responded to you with kicking. You sat up straight in a cross-legged position, wrapped your arms protectively around your belly, and caressed it soothingly.

Don't worry, little one. We'll be home soon. Your daddy will come and get us out of here. You have no idea how eager we are to meet you.

Not far from you, Sean Keyes greeted Casey Bracket.

"There you are!" He said as soon as Casey stepped out of the elevator. "Welcome, I–"

Before he could continue, Casey walked straight past him to look at the two metal helmets and something that looked like a gun, everything displayed behind thick glass. None of it was human.

"Alien technology." She stated in disbelief. "Is that what you wanted me to see?" Casey's eyes wandered to the other showcases that displayed even more weapons and equipment. "Can I take a better look at it?"

"Ahh." Sean laughed, "But you haven't even seen the main attraction."

Casey tore her gaze from an interesting-looking spear engraved with intriguing carvings and looked up at Sean. He had climbed the few steps that led to a glass wall overlooking a mix of operating room and laboratory, and gestured with his head for her to follow him.

Quickly joining him, they both looked down and into the room. It was occupied by many people who, from their appearance, were scientists. There were guards, eight in total, guarding all four doors. Screens hung on the walls and desks carried computers and strange gadgets.

The only thing that got Casey's complete attention was the table in the middle of the room and especially what was on it.

"Doctor Bracket."

Casey looked away from the creature and at the man who had spoken to her.

"Would you like to meet the Predator?"

Yes, that's exactly what she wanted.

Still processing what she had just seen, she followed Sean Keyes into the decontamination chamber. She was given a suit that looked similar to the ones the scientists were wearing in the laboratory. The decontamination process didn't take long and she quickly slipped into the suit.

"Thanks for coming." The dark-skinned man, Will Traeger, said to Casey as soon as the lab door opened and shook her hand. "I'm sure you have questions."

"If I'm honest, only two." Casey answered and followed the man down the stairs. "Why do you call it the Predator?"

They came to a halt in front of the table the creature was lying on.

"It's a nickname. You know, the data suggests that it tracks its prey, exploits weakness. It seems to, well, enjoy it. It's like a game."

"That's not a Predator. That's a sports hunter."

"Sorry?"

"A Predator kills its prey to survive. I mean, what you're describing is more like a bass fisherman." Casey simply answered, taking a step closer to the table.

"Well, we took a vote. Predator sounds cooler, right?" Will laughed and received approval from the surrounding scientists. "We found him and his ship. He's heavily sedated."

Casey had long stopped listening to him. She was completely absorbed by the creature, or Predator, taking in every inch of it. The physique indicated that it was a male. His height had to be over 2 meters. He had greenish skin that resembled reptilian-like scales. Its head was big and oval in shape. Instead of hair, what appeared to be dreadlocks grew out of it. His mandibles were the most eye-catching feature about him.

Could they be used for defense? And how did the food intake work?

She noticed that even unconscious, he was making a sound that closely resembled a cat's purring.

"You are one beautiful motherfucker." She finally said.

"I'm gonna guess your second question is why you're here."

Casey looked up to Will and signaled him with a nod to continue.

"Our test results yielded something a little… odd."

Sean, standing next to Casey, handed her a device. She looked back and forth between the two men before accepting it. The screen showed a more complex DNA structure than that of a human, without a doubt that of the Predator.

"Is this a joke?" She questioned in disbelief.

"We ran the genome sequence ten times. This specimen has–"

"–human DNA." Casey finished stunned.

"Yeah." Will nodded, "Look, we know about spontaneous speciation. Mostly plants and insects but–"

"But some mammals. The Red Wolf, for example, a hybrid of the coyote and the grey wolf." Sean interrupted him this time.

"It's possibly some form of recombinant technology." Will added.

"I get it. You want to know if someone fucked an alien." Casey summed it up, finally knowing her purpose here.

"Not necessarily."

Casey looked questioningly at Will. "Meaning?"

"Meaning, we have a rough idea. We would just like to know the detailed procedure."

Casey's eyes widened and she looked at him in bewilderment. "You don't seriously expect a woman to procreate with that thing. There's no way that–"

"Oh, there is no need for that." Sean assured her, "Like I already mentioned earlier, we found his ship thanks to his equipment. But not only that."

He turned to the largest screen in the room and nodded to a man who started typing on his computer and turned the screen on. It showed some kind of interrogation room. It wasn't long before Casey spotted a woman sitting cross-legged on the floor, slowly rocking back and forth.

"Who is that?" She asked and inched closer to the screen in curiosity.

"His mother." Sean answered matter-of-factly, folding his hands behind his back.

Casey slowly looked from the screen over to the Predator, then back. "You're kidding me, right?"

"Not at all." Will chuckled. "His DNA matches with hers. Although the father's genetic heritage is more dominant than hers, you can still see differences between this one–" He nodded to the unconscious alien, "–and a homozygous Predator."

"Wow." Casey mumbled and returned her gaze to the screen.

The woman now walked in circles through the room, stroking — and the biologist had to do a double take — her growing stomach.

Holy hell, she was pregnant!

"Wow indeed. And not only that, but her human DNA has been altered to resemble that of the Predator."

"We believe it's a kind of adaptation to the living conditions of his home planet." Sean started, "According to the blood tests, and we did several because we didn't want to believe the results, this woman is over a hundred years old. We think she was born in the early 1900s, although she looks like she's in her mid-twenties."

Casey's mouth fell open, her heart pounding against her rib cage. "I want to meet her."

He nodded and smiled at her. "That was the plan. No one has spoken to her yet, not even the nurse who brought her food or was taking her to the bathroom."

"While science can answer many questions and give us great insight into our being, there are still things that remain unanswered." Will added, "We don't know when she left Earth or how it was possible for her to reproduce with an alien. We don't know how her DNA changed, and because of that, we don't even know who she really is."

Casey nodded. "And you want me to get the answers to those questions from her?"

"Indeed."

Casey was watching you through the one-way window. You were still pacing, one hand supporting your back and the other stroking your stomach in a circular motion. Even though you seemed nervous and scared, you also looked like a proud lioness ready to attack to protect her baby.

"Ready?" Sean asked.

Casey looked briefly at him and nodded.

"Great. We will wait here to watch and listen. In her condition, I doubt she will attempt anything for the sake of her child, but if she does it will only take a second, and security will rush the room."

"Good to know." She mumbled before heading to the door.

With a deep breath, she pushed down the door handle.

You caught that movement in the corner of your eye and turned to the intruder. "What have you done to him?!" You immediately demanded hysterically, growling at her like a wild animal. "Where did you take him? Where did you take my son?"

It was good that Casey was the first to speak to you. Probably no one out there had the slightest decency to treat you like a real person and would have strapped you to a table, too, careless of harm to you or your child.

"They took him to a lab and are holding him there. Nobody hurt him, I swear it." Casey said, raising her hands to show you she meant no harm. "They just want to know more about him and his kind and why he is here, that's all."

You stared at her, softly caressing your belly as you pondered her words.

When there was no reply, Casey continued, "I just want to talk to you. We want to know how you… why you…"

"Why I got knocked up by an alien?" You suggested bluntly.

Casey nodded. "Yes. It's practically unthinkable to come across an alien hybrid and its mother."

"Where I went after his father took me from earth, it's more of a rarity than unthinkable."

Casey took a step forward and hastily asked, "Do you mean you're not the only one? Are there other humans who procreate with them? Are they also studying hybrids and their traits?"

You laughed at her eagerness and walked over to the chair closest to you, sitting down on it. You waved your hand at Casey to do the same, as if you were hinting you were going to cooperate to answer her questions. The biologist glanced back over her shoulder at the reflective window where Sean and Will were watching the conversation. She sat down in the chair opposite of you and looked at you expectantly.

"Before I say another word, I want to see that my son is okay." You demanded, trying to suppress the tremor in your voice, the very first sign of weakness.

Casey turned back to the windows and waited for someone to come through the door. Instead, the reflective surfaces of the windows turned into screens showing one and the same image — the captured Predator, still tied to the table and asleep.

There was a whimper coming from behind her. When she turned back, she saw tears building up in your eyes and one hand pressed to your mouth. It was surreal to Casey for a human to have such an emotional reaction to an alien creature. On the other hand, this was his mother, unbelievable and absurd as it may seem.

You seemed to calm down, your eyes still fixed on the screen. You nodded to yourself before tearing your eyes away to look at Casey. The windows had returned to their normal state.

"We're going to start with some easy questions, okay?"

You nodded again.

"Great. First, I would like to know your name."

“(Y/N) (L/N).” You answered.

"Would it be okay if I call you (Y/N)?"

"I would appreciate it." You said, "It's a nice change from all the other names I've gotten so far."

"What do you mean?" Casey inquired.

"Alien fucker. Alien whore. Desperate little bitch who thought a man's dick isn't enough for her. Nothing I didn't expect from men." You shrugged, "It just proves once again that Yautja males treat their females with far more respect and honor than a human male could ever comprehend."

"Yautja?" Casey asked, leaning forward, arms crossed on the tabletop.

"You call them Predator, but their kind is actually called Yautja." You explained.

Casey nodded and started to play with her fingers, her next question burning on her tongue. "How did you get into this whole thing? How did you get in contact with them?"

You huffed. "It's quite ironic, you know. On the contrary what you may have expected, he saved me."

"Saved you from what?"

"Again, men. Four of them. They had followed me into an alley and tried to…" You had to pause for a second.

Almost 90 years ago, you had been afraid when Mi'ytiar had taken you from Earth to bring you to Yautja Prime. But looking back, that fear hadn't been as great as what you had felt at the thought of what those men would have done to you if he hadn't intervened.

"He protected me from those monsters… my own kind." You let out a humorless laugh. "Yautja take their prey as a trophy after each successful hunt, you know. Not only did he rip their heads off and their spines out, but he also took me. I expected him to hurt me, to keep me as a slave, or… or to do what these men wanted to do to me that day in that alley. I found out later that I was really lucky that he, of all other Yautja, rescued me. It's incredibly rare that one of them takes an interest in a human being. Usually, they kill every last of them. Humans are too weak and too soft, but that's exactly what he loves about me. That's why he kept me alive."

You let out a sigh, considering how much you should reveal about the Yautja culture.

"On the contrary to me, a Yautja female is rough and large, even larger than a male. After all, they are the ones who carry their offspring and ensure the survival of their kind. The males have to fight for dominance, and if the male wins, the female deems him worthy enough to mate and submits to him."

Casey shifted in her seat. "Did you… did he expect the same from you? Did he force you into submission to…?"

"Never." You growled protectively, "He never forced himself onto me. Never. He was more patient and understanding than all the human males I ever met in my life. He treated me like I was the most precious thing he had ever seen. Never did he touch me without my permission."

"Okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you." Casey soothed you.

She had to be more careful and had to see this whole situation through your eyes — you were separated from your son and held at a facility that was examining you both while you had to worry about your unborn baby.

"Do you want to tell me about your relationship with him? Your, uhm…"

"He is my mate. My Life Mate."

"Life Mate?"

"Female Yautja can mate with multiple males and give birth to their children, but some also choose a permanent mate. You could compare it to one-night stands and marriage, only you can't divorce. It's not called Life Mate for nothing. You are bonded to each other for the rest of your life and they live for hundreds of years."

"Can I know the name of your Life Mate?"

You eyed Casey briefly, looked over her shoulder at the reflective windows, then at the camera in the corner, and then back at her. "His name is Mi'ytiar. He is the leader of his clan."

Casey sat up straight. "They live in clans? Like wolves in packs or horses in herds?"

You nodded. "With similar hierarchy dynamics, yes. There are many clans on their home planet, each living peacefully on their own. Sometimes clans visit each other, hunt together, celebrate together. That's how I found out that I'm not the only human on this planet." You said, "But apparently, I'm the only one who mated a clan leader. Most of them are expected to have a strong successor to take after them and Mi'ytiar, of all Yautja, ended up with a weak little human to bear his pups."

Jackpot, Casey thought.

She finally got to the part that intrigued her the most — how was it humanly possible that you got pregnant, how was it possible for you to carry the child of an alien, and how did it not kill you?

"Since Mi'ytiar has fully committed himself to me, it was up to me to bear his offspring. The Yautja of his clan never dared to say anything. I'm the clan leader's mate, after all. But I noticed it in the way they treated me and looked at me. They knew it wasn't possible for me to carry his children."

You looked down at your baby bump and returned to caress it. It seemed to keep you calm.

"At that point, that fact made me really upset. I got to know their culture and learned everything there was to know about them. I even started learning their language. I fulfill any task assigned to a clan leader's mate. I make my mate happy and proud. But I couldn't give him a child."

You looked up and into Casey's eyes.

"Mi'ytiar is very attentive and he soon noticed that something was upsetting me. Apparently, he was the only one who hadn't thought about his offspring at all." You paused for a second to smile, remembering his reaction when he found out that you wanted to carry his pups. "The second he knew he wanted to keep me around when he took me away from Earth, he injected me with his blood. No matter how many times I've been called fragile and puny, the human immune system can sometimes work wonders. His blood had slowed down my aging and allowed me to survive on his planet. So we visited a healer to finalize my life as his Life Mate."

Your cheeks flushed as you thought of how Mi'ytiar hadn't hesitated to drag you home and how you both had spent several days in your bed, or nest as he called it. There had been hardly a moment when he wasn't inside you. The image of his beautiful mate, his love, carrying his pup in her belly had made him feral.

It hadn't been long before his seed took. The other Yautja had a surprised but satisfied reaction when they saw that their leader was about to become a father. That's when they finally started to treat you like a part of the clan. You had fully proved yourself, proved you could provide for the clan. You were finally one of them.

Akail's birth was hard. It felt like he was tearing you apart from the inside out. But thanks to the injections of Mi'ytiar's blood and the additional help of the tribal healer, your body strengthened enough that you didn't die, even though it felt like it. You were crying and smiling with your mate at your side, holding your little bundle of joy in your arms.

He looked just like his father, no indication that his mother was human. However, his animalistic features were a little softer, difficult to recognize unless you were the mother. While you were being tended to, Mi'ytiar took his son in his arms to proudly introduce him to his clan.

Fondly, you thought back to one moment, a core memory — Mi'ytiar, lying on his side with you snuggled against him, both naked and partly covered in fur, and little Akail, just ten hours old, resting on your chest. At that point, you were so incredibly happy.

It sounded weird and absurd that this was your life and no human could ever understand, but you would never trade it for anything in the world.

"What's the catch?" Casey asked after a while of watching you quietly stroking your belly.

"Huh?" You looked up.

"I don't think you're telling us all this without an ulterior motive. So what's the catch?"

"I want to quench your thirst for scientific knowledge and in return, I hope you will release my son and me. There is no need to keep us here if you get all your answers from me."

Casey started to shift back and forth in her chair. "I don't think that will be possible. There are still things that we–"

"Listen, I have cooperated in the hope you will let me and my son go if you have what you want. You won't like what will happen if we are not soon to be freed."

Casey glanced over her shoulder for what felt like the hundredth time, unsure of what to do or what to say.

"I promised him to contact him every day, you know. My mate." You said, pride permeating your body. "And do you know what it will tell him? The silence?" Your question was obviously rhetorical. "It will tell him that something happened to me and, therefore, also to his son because Akail would rather die fighting for his mother and his father knows that."

Casey gulped. The threat was clear as the day.

"He will come and not alone. Do you really think you stand a chance against them?" You laughed, now more confident. "The human nature is arrogant, thinking they are superior to everyone. Eventually, that will be the reason for your extinction. Your haughty stupidity will be the death of you."

"(Y/N)–" Casey tried, but she was interrupted.

"No, you will listen to me just like you've been doing for the last twenty minutes now. I have lived among them for decades, almost a century. I learned from them, I'm one of them. Stand between a Yautja and their Life Mate and it will end deadly for you. Stand between a Yautja and their Life Mate who's pregnant and I promise you, you will beg for them to kill you."

"(Y/N), there is nothing in my power to help you. I was simply summoned here as an expert to examine this Yautja, your son. I can't–"

"You will. And I'm not just talking to you in this case." Your eyes wandered from her face to the windows and you nodded to the people you assumed to be standing behind the glass, watching you. "I'm talking to them, the ones who have the power. Set me and my son free and I promise you nothing will happen to any of you."

Suddenly, a blaring alarm sounded, startling both Casey and you. Instinctively, you wrapped an arm around your stomach in a protective manner.

"Code Red. Subject Predator is on the loose."

A shuddering sigh of relief left your lips as you slowly began to smile. You knew they couldn't keep Akail immobilized for long.

One of the things he had in common with his father was that he was just as protective over you as he was. He would come to look for you.

Casey had already jumped out of her chair and was talking frantically to the people on the other side of the one-sided window.

You began to talk to your pup again, "Your mei'hswei is coming, sweetling. Soon, the three of us will be back with Daddy."

continue with the second part He Is Here.

#predator #predator x reader #predator x you #yautja x reader #yautja x you #yautja x human

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shittalkerxox · 11 months ago

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The only way I can rationalise people accepting literal children going out and fighting crime as Robin is if they don't think Robin is a real child.

I think it would be fun to see how Bruce would use that to his advantage in protecting his kids. Like, if people think Robin isn't human, if they instead think he's a spirit or a ghost, they are less likely to shoot at him, less likely to try and physically attack Robin because they think it would be no use.

The fun part would be deciding HOW they would do this. I like to think that Robin's domino mask doesn't have a hole for his eyes but instead is glazed over so that he can see out of it, but you can't see in. Maybe they install small lights in it so it looks like his eyes glow in the dark, because can you image how fucking scary it would be to just see these two sentient light-like eyes and just know the Batman must be lurking somewhere close by?

Maybe Bruce installs super strong magnets in their gloves because on the chance that someone does pull a gun on his kid close range, it would be a lot easier for them to grab the gun away if they had the force of magnetism on their side. Also, grabbing onto poles and other metal materials would make all the scaling on tall buildings a little safer. Obviously, they'd need a way to turn it on and off, but still. Can you imagine, you're in a warehouse and there are steel frames fucking everywhere and you look up and suddenly there's a child gripping onto one effortlessly? Horrifying.

Maybe they have a voice box. Want to scare people? Play this really ominous recording of a child's laughter that echoes just a bit too loud to be normal. Play this ominous screaming that seems too silent to be real. Play this ticking that seems to never end that induces stress and increases the chance of them messing up.

What would be even funnier is keeping this act up with the Justice League and other teams.

Batman doesn't bring Robin to these meetings at the beginning because he sees no need to involve a preteen in such matters, but at some point the subject does come up and it's sort of like; So, Bats, what exactly is the kid? Like...is he yours?

And Bruce (paranoid as fuck) doesn't want to admit to these people that yes, Robin is my son because hello? That's gotta be his biggest weakness, he would do anything to keep that kid safe and fuck them if they ever tried to hurt him to get to Bruce.

So, he tells them that he's a spirit sent to haunt him and remind the city of it'd failures and the Justice League just... believe him?? Because this is Batman, and why would Batman ever lie about something so, frankly, strange? And it's not a huge deal, like they're a team comprised of metas and aliens and literal godesses, so what if the one normal human guy has a weird little ghost child? Who cares if he cares about it like it's a real boy? Maybe the baby spirit has rights, too!! They don't know!

So, when the JLA gets more popular and becomes an actual, legal part of the American government, they're required to list all of their members. And they class Batman as a human, because that's obvious but next to Robin, they don't really know what to say or how to ask Batman about it, ao they just put "Unknown Child Spirit - TBD"

And then just... never change it?

So, they don't question why a few years later Robin seems to look entirely different, or why after that he changes again, or why Robin is suddenly a girl for a while before going back to a little boy. That's obviously just some weird spirit thing they don't understand, and it's not like Batman is going to explain it!

#batman #batman and robin #robin #justice league #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #stephanie brown #damian wayne #the kids obviously play into this as well making themselves seem not fully human #but also??#they arent exactly normal anyway so it really doesn't matter #dick joins a team for the 1st time as robin and everyone else is kind of like #“so...do you eat? are you...wanna play video games??”#and dick #who has been raised in a circus before joining a family comprised of batman and alfred has not really played any video games #and obviously there is no way a real human child has not played video games before so everyone never even thinks that MAYBE its not true #shit talker talks

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asvtrials · 5 months ago

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Pls make a tyler smut where after they escape the alien they hide in the room where the guns were and due to crazy emotions they have soft romantic sex

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thank you for this wonderful idea<3 summary: An injury leads to you and Tyler realizing how short life really is. warnings/tags: swearing, smut, reader is injured, unprotected sex (don't be fucking silly wrap your willy) a/n: Fun fact, as i'm editing this i'm thinking abt exes with benefits / second chance with Tyler realizing they are still into each other. Anyways FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT so be nice, and I would love any advice (no seriously don't would don't be shy), istg writing dirty talk is so funny I can't thank you to my pookie @spikedfearn for reading it first and giving me confidence <333 English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes. wc: 2887

"Hey! Hey, are you okay?" Rain's worried voice somehow managed to reach your ears despite the intense ringing. You squeezed your eyes shut and opened them but the blurriness took some time to disappear.

You found yourself clutching at the person next to you, who turned out to be the forearm of your boyfriend—Tyler.

Tyler's hands hugged your sides, his soft movements brought you comfort despite his trembling hands.

He kept mumbling a string of “It’s alright” and “We're okay now”

You knew you had escaped, that the door was locked, and all of those creatures had no way in, but your heart still raced like crazy in your chest.

You could still hear Tyler's shouts when one of those monsters lunged at you, it's little legs clutching the sides of your face. If it wasn't for Rain, who grabbed the tail of the creature and threw it away with a scream.

As the adrenaline slowly wore off, you felt a stinging pain spread around your left thigh, a groan leaving your lips at the sudden feeling. You grasped your leg, frantically lifting your jeans.

“F—Fuck.” You mumbled breathlessly when you saw the blood gushing out of the cut, just above your knee. You must've cut yourself while running for your life like a madwoman.

“Andy! Andy, what can we do?” Rain's voice caught the synthetic’s attention.

“We must apply pressure and find something to clean and disinfect the wound.” He spoke, his calm voice coming to contrast with the situation.

Tyler's fingers slid down to your back, gently rubbing it as Rain stood up to look for things that might be useful.

When you followed Rain with your eyes you noticed the blinding white walls of the room and the multiple desks that were organized in squares.

“Hey, hey.” Tyler's soft tone brought you back to reality and you turned your attention to his worried face. The boy wiped your forehead and pushed back the loose strands of hair that clung to it, fingers trembling slightly “You're goin’ to be okay, yeh?”

He waited for you to nod to continue. “We have Andy here, he knows what to do.” The softness in his voice significantly changed when his attention moved to the android. “She's going to be alright, yeh?”

Andy took a moment to answer. “Yes. If we clean the wound thoroughly then Y/n will be able to recover relatively soon.”

A small “see” accompanied Tyler's smile when he turned back to you.

Rain finally sat next to you, dropping the first aid kit on the floor with a loud sound. She pushed her hair behind her ears and opened the little red box, quickly taking out bandages and cotton balls. She wet a cotton ball with alcohol and passed it to Tyler before unrolling the bandages.

You were too busy trying to ignore the pain to realize what was happening until Tyler held your shoulder tighter, putting all of your weight on his side.

“Goin’ to hurt a bit, love.” He mumbled against your forehead.

A loud cry escaped past your lips when the soft material made contact with the cut. You felt Tyler's hand hold you closer and Rain's hands push you back by the shoulders when you tried to pull away.

“It’s okay, ‘t’s okay” Tyler murmured against your earlobe.

The boy quickly removed the material, his breath rigid as he held your shaking figure in his arms.

Rain took advantage of your seemingly disoriented state and quickly wrapped a bandage around your thigh.

Your quiet sobs echoed in the spacious room as Tyler held you close to his chest while spewing out soft, encouraging words.

“She should rest and the bandages should be frequently changed but—” Andy spoke after all of you had fallen quiet, pausing momentarily to gather the right words. “We cannot wait.”

You snapped your eyes to the android, breath hitching at the implication.

“What?—No—No, Andy we're not leavin’ Y/n behind,” Tyler warned, holding you tighter.

“Tyler’s right, we aren’t leaving her” Rain agreed, walking closer to her brother and holding his forearms. Maybe she hoped that she could somehow channel the old, sweet Andy.

“Those creatures aren't going to wait—” Andy began but Tyler didn't let him finish.

He hooked his hands under your knees and back and lifted you with him as he stood up. The boy paced forward, getting intimidatingly close to the android “I don't give a flying fuck! I won't leave her behind.” He spat out.

“Tyler, I'm okay, I can conti—” You attempted to defuse the situation but he dismissed your words with a shake of his head.

Rain tried to hold onto his bicep but he ignored her and walked towards the closest door to you. It was, as expected, closed. Tyler groaned and kicked the metal door, shaking you a bit in the process and making you hiss in pain.

After Rain's silent pleas, Andy ended up giving in and opening the door. Tyler stepped in as soon as there was an opening, not even waiting for the door to fully slide open.

The room was way bigger than it looked, like another fucked up lab, similar to the rest of this section. There were multiple doors leading to other smaller rooms.

The boy checked the rooms, holding you close to him until he found one with what looked like a hospital room. This must’ve been the recovery room from whatever experiments they were doing.

Carefully, he lowered you into the hard mattress with a “There we go.” You took a sharp breath when you tried to straighten your back.

“Hey, lie down.” He told you and gently pushed you down against the mattress.

“I don't want to lie down.” You replied through gritted teeth. “I want to get out of this place.”

“We will. Once you're better.” He reassured. His calloused hand reached your warm cheek.

The more time you rested the more the pain was slowly dying down and you could finally notice your boyfriend's worried features more clearly.

His big eyes stared right back at yours, all wet and worried. He rubbed your calf, trying to soothe you as much as he could.

The sight of him was enough to make you tear up. You really could've died and never see him again.

A quiet sob left your chest as you pulled him closer, ignoring the sudden pain in your thigh. You hugged his shoulders, holding him close to your chest. His arms immediately hugged your waist, holding you tightly as if you were going to turn into dust and disappear if he let go.

You refused to pull away for a long while especially when he slid his cold hands under your shirt, his fingertips squeezing your warm and sweat-covered flesh.

“If it wasn't for Rain—” He began and sighed deeply, unable to even imagine what would happen if your friend wasn't quick enough. “I should've been next to you! I—”

Hearing him talk like that about himself was excruciating and you had to bite your lip to stop your tears from spilling.

You could've told him dozens of different things to disagree with, just like you always did when he was doubting himself. But this time you didn't have the strength to argue.

So instead, you cupped his face and pulled him away from your chest. He looked at you confused before you pulled him closer, connecting your lips.

He hugged you tighter and sighed into the kiss when you buried your fingers in his hair.

Quickly the desperation and need overtook both of your senses and what started off as a gentle kiss deteriorated into something else. Something messy and urgent.

Tyler's hands roamed all over the delicate skin of your back. A surprised moan escaped you when he leaned closer, pushing you even further into the mattress, not giving you any time to breathe.

But you didn't want to breathe. You wanted his lips, his hands.

You need him to extinguish the fire that felt like it burning you alive.

Your hand moved from his messy hair down to his neck and body, lightly scraping your nails against him until your palm rested on his crotch.

The space between your brows creased a bit when Tyler hesitantly pulled away.

“What happe—” Your question was cut off by the boy's breathless reply.

“Love, we can't. I want to, I really do—you know that—but you're hurt”

Your other hand rubbed his cheek as you spoke “We're stuck here and we don’t if we'll even get out alive.” You began and you could already see the conversation was making him uneasy. “If something happens.” He was about to object but you didn't give him the opportunity. “I want to spend these last moments with you, Ty.”

Tyler's gaze was melancholic before he connected your lips in a soft kiss once again. “Don’ say that, Y/n” His tone made it sound like he barely believed his own words.

“Or maybe I just want to get in your pants, who knows?” You joked and the boy had a hard time keeping his disapproving front, a small smile threatening to appear on his lips.

You pulled him back to your lips and this time you didn't sense the same hesitation from the boy, just caution.

His lips moved slowly against yours to savor the moment, like he was trying to remember your taste.

He rose from his seat next to you but you didn't have to chase after him since he crouched, refusing to separate from your lips.

The boy leaned forward, bringing his hands to either side of your head. His hands slid down to your sides, grabbing your waist.

You let out a small gasp when his hand instinctively wandered lower to your thighs.

“Sorry, sorry!” Tyler apologized and pulled away.

“It's fine.” You quickly reassured him when you saw how quick worry appeared in his eyes.

You didn't give him time to worry more over that little mishap, quickly pulling him back to your craving lips and that seemed to work because the boy immediately reciprocated.

His hands carefully lifted your shirt and slid lower, fingertips gliding along the flesh of your stomach.

The carefulness and attentiveness of his movements made your cheeks burn even more. Tyler was always like this and it never failed to make your heart flutter. No matter how mad or pent up he was there was always an underlined gentleness to his movements even if he was going faster or rougher than usual. It was things like this that made you feel lucky to have him.

You couldn't help but bite your lip when he left a path of quick kisses from your ribcage to your lower abdomen.

He pulled himself up, bringing his face close to yours once again. He hooked his finger on the waistband of your pants before his eyes met yours momentarily—as a silent question for permission.

You quickly nodded, giving him a string of encouraging pecks on the lips in anticipation.

Your breath got caught in your throat when his hand slid under your underwear.

You aren't sure if it was the adrenaline or the intense need you felt—maybe it was both— but you didn't care one bit about your injured leg. The pain and fear were long forgotten, replaced with lust and desire.

Your bruised lips parted in a soft gasp when you felt his rough finger gently enter your tight folds. The soft motions of his finger send a wave of relief and pleasure through your body. His other hand came to rest on the side of your head, brushing some strands of your hair behind your ear.

He pushed another finger in, his thumb gently circling your swollen clit. His eyes never left yours even when yours closed shut as you threw your head back with a moan.

“Fuck I love you so much,” Tyler murmured, lips trailing down to your neck.

The small room was filled with the wet sounds that followed every time he thrust his fingers in and out of your inviting core combined with the sounds of lips leaving open-mouthed kisses on your flushed neck and collarbone and the soft moan you let out every time he curled his finger inside you. Tyler pulled down the collar of your shirt, continuing to plant kisses lower.

When you felt his mouth harshly suck on your sensitive skin you knew you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ah, Ty…” You gasped, finally opening your eyes.

The boy reluctantly pulled away from you, his eyes meeting yours as his chest rose and fell, mirroring your own breathless state.

The sheer amount of need in his eyes forced a whimper out of you. You ran your hand over his messy hair as you pleaded “I want you.”

His breath was ragged as he gazed down at you and you swore you felt him twitch against his pants when you said that. “I’ll give you anythin’ you want, my love.” He grunted, quickly pulling you closer to him for a hungry kiss.

You whined against his tongue when his fingers abandoned your gushing insides and instead reached for his belt, quickly undoing the buckle and lowering his pants just below his hips.

“Ty, please…” You didn’t need to beg, you knew Tyler would give you anything you wanted and all you had to do was ask yet the small whimpers and pleas always left your lips at times like this. The way you batted your eyelashes, his name rolling out of your tongue like a prayer always made Tyler lightheaded.

Damn, he would really give you anything you’d ask for.

He grabbed your leg, effortlessly arranging you to lie on your side in hopes that this position wouldn’t hurt your leg too much. You winced when the flesh of your right leg came in contact with the cut on your left hip but you pushed it away.

“Ah fuck, Tyler…” You moaned breathlessly, your back arching when he hastily pushed himself deep inside you, seemingly as desperate as you to be squeezed by your walls.

“Shh…” He cooed, resting his forehead against the side of your head.

“Ah—Ty!”

You really tried to be quiet, really. But how could you do was moan as his cock hit your velvety insides so blissfully?

Tyler’s whispers didn’t help you be any quieter, his lips brushing against your ear as he told you how good you were doing, how good you felt, and how he could stay like this forever.

His own quiet moans and groans mixed with yours, filling the room as he moved his hips quickly. You scrambled to find his hand that was resting on your hair and you held it tightly, intertwining your fingers together.

The pleasure was now becoming unbearable the harsher his movements got earning surprised “ah ah ah”s from you after every deep thrust. Suddenly, you were very grateful that you locked yourself in the lab's farthest room.

“My perfect girl.” He whispered making your toes curl in your shoes.

You felt him repeatedly hit that familiar spongy over and over again combined with his thumb cycling your clit so good send you over the edge with a silent moan, jaw hanging open as you felt your release wash over you.

You knew Tyler wasn’t too far either by the way his short nails dug deep into the flesh of your waist, holding you down as he fucked you through your orgasm, desperately chasing after his own.

Tyler gently wiped the drool off the side of your lips, hips stuttering against you, losing that steady rhythm he set and becoming increasingly clumsy before he attempted to pull away.

“No, Ty” You squeezed his hand in yours. You attempted to keep your voice from breaking and continued, the overstimulation was making you dizzy “I want you to finish inside me.”

His eyes widened at that. Never before have you asked him of such a thing. Both of you knew you preferred for him to wear a condom rather than get stuck in an uncompromising situation yet you could feel him twitch inside you.

The thought of your possible doom in this awful place by whatever those creatures were, made you want—No, Need to feel him as close as humanly possible.

“Are you sure, my love?” His tone was gentle when he asked you, completely opposing his gravelly voice and the way he squeezed your waist.

“Please, babe.” You begged.

You cried out when you felt him move again. Tyler leaned closer, locking lips with you in a deep kiss. You rolled your tongue around his, moans escaping your lips every time his cock drilled into your sweet spot.

“Fuck—Fuck you feel so good…Lettin’ me fill ya full—” He groaned against your ear and with one last push you felt him spill deep inside of you, painting your velvety walls white.

“Tyler!” You moaned as he pushed deeper once, twice and then he stilled against you.

For a while, all you could hear in the room was panting before you spoke “I love you”

“I love you.” He didn’t miss a beat to reply, leaving a small peck on your forehead. “I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you.”

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Bedroom Talk- Part 3

Here is the newest part of this Eddie Diaz series, thank you to the lovely anon who gave me the idea for this. I hope you will all like it.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Bedroom Talk Masterlist

Summary: Eddie doesn't want to go through the struggle of another pregnancy, after the complications (Y/n) had last time. But things get complicated when she gets pregnant again.

Enjoy.

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A smile flashed across (Y/n)'s face and she set the basket of washing down so she could look across the bed at Lilah. The three year old was sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed, her head turned to one side and her arms bound around the latest teddy that had become her infatuation.

Moving forward, (Y/n) perched down on the end of the bed and watched her daughter shuffle closer. Her eyes wide with curiosity and a grin splashed across her dimpled face.

"Is it a boy?" Her nose scrunched up as she pulled a face and looked down at (Y/n)'s stomach.

They had deliberately waited until they were twenty weeks and until (Y/n) started to show before they told the kids they were having another baby. It felt safest. Neither (Y/n) or Eddie wanted to jump the gun and tell the kids in case any problem or complication happened and they had to think about terminating the pregnancy.

And both of them had been waiting for something to go wrong. It felt too good to be true that nothing had gone wrong so far. They were taking things one day at a time, trying their best not to get too eager or excited or too attached. Just in case.

(Y/n) could feel her smile softening and she felt shivers running down her spine when Lilah leaned across to rub her stomach.

"I don't know yet."

They had decided not to find out. They didn't know the gender when they had Chris, but that had been because Eddie had been away in the army and he was already missing so much of the pregnancy. (Y/n) didn't want to find out on her own.

They knew when they had Lilah, but this time, it felt better not to know. That stopped them from drowning in hope in case something happened. And it was almost a superstition for (Y/n). She knew with Lilah and that pregnancy had been horrid. Not knowing might just help her have a better pregnancy this time.

Their new motto was 'third time lucky'.

"Can it be a boy?" Lilah shuffled over and snuggled into (Y/n)'s side, curving around her stomach to cuddle into her.

It felt nice to be cuddling like this. God knows when she had Lilah, Chris had been rather weary. He wanted to hug (Y/n) and comfort her so badly when she was sick, but he didn't want to hurt her. At least so far, he wasn't afraid and (Y/n) wasn't extremely ill.

And this was the first time Lilah had seen (Y/n) pregnant, she was finding it fascinating, although (Y/n) knew she wasn't pleased about not being the youngest anymore.

"Why?" Reaching up, (Y/n) slowly started to card her fingers through the three year old's hair, brushing the locks away from her face.

"I wanna be the only girl."

"We'll have to wait and see." (Y/n) couldn't make any promises but if the baby was a girl, Lilah would just have to learn. It wouldn't be much different if the baby was a boy, she would still have to learn to share her parent's attention and play and be around a younger sibling.

"Why's baby there?" Lilah nuzzled her face against (Y/n)'s stomach and patted her hand there for a few moments.

"That's just where baby's grow, where you came from." (Y/n) wasn't ready for this line of conversation, and she found herself overwhelmed with relief when she heard the front door open and subsequently slam shut. "I think daddy's home."

She managed to press a kiss to the top of Lilah's head before the toddler was squealing and clambering off the bed so she could trot out of the room and find Eddie. Since his shift finished earlier today, he had gone to pick Chris up from school whereas Lilah had been at home with (Y/n) today, she wasn't in nursery full time yet.

It was a relief; (Y/n) didn't want to try and have that conversation with Lilah, she was far too young. She'd had enough amusement last time when Chris kept asking Eddie so many questions. Her favourite had been when he asked Eddie how he put the baby there; something Eddie didn't know how to answer.

Moving her hands to the bed, (Y/n) pushed herself up to her feet and turned round to reach for the washing basket again. She held the basket in front of her, trying not to tilt back and lean it against her bump.

She was only twenty-four weeks, but her bump was starting to get more prominent and Eddie was slowly thawing out and coming round to the idea of another baby. He wanted another, but the risks were still haunting him and the memory of last time stopped him from mellowing out.

It was almost as if Eddie had been believing they weren't having a baby, but now (Y/n) was starting to show and there was no going back, he was allowing himself to get a bit eager.

"Mum!"

"Hi baby," (Y/n) juggled the basket under one arm and wrapped her free arm around Chris when he hurried over to her. She pressed a kiss to his curls and ran her hand up and down his back. "Good day at school?"

"Yeah, science was fun." That was his favourite lesson. He had a love for all things inquizitive and Chris loved to watch documentaries with Buck and learn new information.

"That's good." She ran her hand up and down his side while Chris kissed her stomach. When he finally unravelled from her side, he moved to head into his room and (Y/n) walked ahead down the hall, aiming for the kitchen.

She paused in the hall, leaning against the kitchen doorway as she stared ahead at Eddie and their girl near the front door. Clearly, Eddie had barely got through the door before Lilah tackled him.

Her teddy was long forgotten on the floor and her arms were deadlocked around Eddie's neck as he picked her up and cocooned her into his chest. He pressed a dozen kisses to her cheeks and bounced her in his arms, clearly loving the welcoming he had received.

He pressed a few more kisses to her cheeks causing her to giggle in his arms, and when his eyes looked ahead and set on (Y/n), his grin softened like melting butter.

"Alright princess, you go find us a movie to watch, I'll be there in a minute." Eddie pressed another kiss to Lilah's temple before he leaned over and gently set her down to her feet.

He watched her scramble for her teddy and disappear into the living room and he just knew that when he went back through there in a few minutes, there would be a DVD mess. She would scatter all the movies along the floor to find the one she wanted to watch, it would be like an explosion happened in there.

Eddie kicked off his boots and made a beeline for (Y/n), following her into the kitchen when she started to walk.

"Good shift?" She called over her shoulder causing Eddie to smile, but he found his eyes narrowing when he watched her.

She had the wash basket tucked under her left arm, but her right hand moved to press into her lower back. A cringe tore through Eddie when he heard her spine click when she applied some pressure, and he saw the way it caused (Y/n) to wince.

(Y/n) paused and leaned into the counter on her right when she felt Eddie pressing up behind her. She grinned and hummed, tilting her head when his lips attached to the side of her neck and she felt his arm loop around the right side of her chest just beneath her arm.

"Rather slow today." He murmured the words against her neck, barely letting his lips leave her skin. "Give me that, amor."

A jolt tore through (Y/n)'s system and her lips parted when the basket beneath her arm was suddenly whisked out of her hold. She dropped to the left as if following the washing but quickly recovered her balance enough to look over her shoulder at her husband. She arched a brow and hummed when he swooped in for a kiss, clearly trying to distract her.

"I can do it." (Y/n) pulled on his lower lip and reached her hand out for the basket, but Eddie simply tutted against her mouth and shook his head. "Baby," She twisted to look at him but Eddie was already unravelling from her and moving towards the washer.

He held the basket in one hand as if it weighed nothing more than a pillow and (Y/n) couldn't help but shiver.

"So your back isn't hurting?" Eddie glanced over his shoulder as he leant down and started loading the washer, waiting for (Y/n) to protest and try to lie to him. But she rolled her lips together and glanced down at the floor rather than at his expression that was enough to melt her into a puddle.

"It's just a bit sore." She mumbled defeatedly, seeing as Eddie was already doing the job she had tried to start and there was no use arguing with him.

"So sit down and I'll sort the washing."

Moving over to stand behind him, (Y/n) looped her arms around his torso and pressed her cheek against his back. She loved the feeling of Eddie's chest vibrating as he quietly chuckled and carried on. He leaned from one side to the next, loading the machine and turning it on while (Y/n) stayed attached to him like a monkey.

"Go sit down," Eddie urged quietly as he paused in front of the sink, trying his best to look over his shoulder but he couldn't get a clear view of (Y/n). Not with the way she was clinging to his back like this.

"I'm fine."

"You really think you're gonna convince me?"

Trying to be careful, he turned around in (Y/n)'s embrace so his back was leant against the counter and he folded his arms over his chest, leaning back when (Y/n) leant forward. He couldn't stop his lips from curving into a smile when she perched her chin on his forearms and squeezed her arms around his torso.

(Y/n) didn't believe she could convince him, she wasn't sure why she was still trying, so she settled for smiling sweetly at him instead.

"We said we'd be cautious this time," With a sigh, Eddie uncrossed his arms and looped them around the back of (Y/n)'s shoulders instead. "So, if your back hurts, sit down and rest. Please."

Her lips curved into a smile when she felt Eddie's lips smothering her temple and she felt his fingers ghosting up and down her back, tracing over her spine. Pushing forward, (Y/n) pressed her temple into Eddie's chest, inhaling the scent of the cherry shower gel he always used when he got a shower at work.

Eddie was relieved that this pregnancy seemed to be going far better than when they had Lilah. The morning sickness wasn't nearly as bad as last time and (Y/n) wasn't sick to her stomach at the smell of food or laid in bed with no energy to get herself up at all.

But if she didn't feel well or something was wrong, Eddie needed her to tell him and to go sit down. He wasn't taking any chances this time. If she had back ache Eddie didn't want her making it any worse by trying to do everything around the house; that was what he was here for. If she pushed herself too hard or strained too much she could have another abruption like last time and he wasn't risking it.

He would much rather play it safe and he wanted (Y/n) to relax and have as little stress as possible this time around.

"Well then you need to sit with me, I haven't seen you all day."

Retracting her arms from Eddie's back, (Y/n) trailed her fingertips up his chest until she could cup his neck. Her thumb traced the tip of his jaw and along his chin before she pushed up on her toes to catch him in a kiss.

If she was going to go and sit down, then he had to accompany her so she wouldn't be so lonely.

She could feel him smiling down into the kiss and his tongue traced her lower lip while he shifted his hands to hold her hips. His fingertips squeezed lovingly into her flesh and he pressed against her, pushing off the counter so he could gently walk her backwards. If he had to sit with her to get her to rest, he was more than happy to oblige.

His hands stayed on her hips, even as their lips finally detached and (Y/n) turned so she could see where she was going rather than walk backwards blindly. She felt his lips attaching to the back of her head and she couldn't bite back her smile when his hand slid round from her hip to her stomach instead.

This is what (Y/n) felt like she had missed out on last time. They had spent the majority of her second pregnancy just panicking and feeling crappy and thinking the worst. Eddie hadn't been there when she had Chris and then with Lilah, those touches and hugs and kisses were laced with panic and pain.

(Y/n) liked this, where Eddie would wrap around her or feel the baby start to move and they didn't have to panic that something was going to go wrong. Or she didn't feel deflated and drained and like she was on death's door.

It was relieving that Eddie was finally letting himself get close to this baby, he was reaching out for her and touching. Rather than trying to detach from the situation and hold back his enthusiasm.

When they walked into the living room, Eddie shifted his right hand from (Y/n)'s hip to clamp his hand down on his own hip. His head tilted to one side and he huffed, arching a brow when he looked at their daughter.

As expected, the three year old was sat on the floor, DVDs scattered all around her and a cheeky smile lighting up her face as she seemed to have found the one she wanted to watch.

"Did a bomb go off in here?" Eddie mused, staring his daughter down when she looked up at him and just grinned.

A giggly "Exploded!" left Lilah's lips before she waved the DVD out towards Eddie, showing him the one she wanted him to put on the tv for her.

Eddie pressed a lasting kiss to the side of (Y/n)'s head and waited for her to ease down onto the sofa before he moved over to Lilah. He crouched down in front of her and took the case from her and he brushed his free hand beneath her chin, tilting her head up towards him.

"Be my hero and put them back for me, princess." He pecked her temple and motioned to the cases.

As usual, he noticed that Lilah started to organise the cases in piles of colours. She would group them together and then line them up in the cabinet in order of the rainbow colours. It bugged Chris, who liked them in order of release since they were mostly Disney movies and had the collection numbers on the sleeves.

"Good girl." Once she'd sorted them into piles, Eddie swooped down and picked her up, spinning her around to hear her squeal before he sat down on the sofa with her on his lap.

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"Mum…" Tilting his head back, Chris looked behind him at (Y/n) and slouched his shoulders back against the bottom of the sofa. He brought his knees up to his stomach and held the colouring book up for her to see the latest picture he had done.

Chris had a few of his school books scattered on the coffee table, but he had done the little bits of homework he needed to do. So he had switched to colouring, and he was working on a baking book that had lots of different cakes, cookies, desserts and designs to colour in.

"Looking good… why's that one green?" A soft grin formed on (Y/n)'s lips but she reached out to point at one of the cakes. The cake itself, Chris had coloured in orange, but the icing was bright lime green.

"Halloween theme."

"Oh. We'll have to make a cake this year, Bobby's throwing a halloween party."

"We going?" The excitement was clear in Chris's voice and he grinned up at (Y/n) when she leaned over to peck his temple.

"Of course."

Twisting on her side a little more, (Y/n) leaned her arm over and looped it around Chris's chest so she could give him a sideways hug. She was laid on the sofa with a cushion behind her back and Chris sat on the floor in front of her so he could both watch tv and do some colouring.

She ran her fingers through his messy curls and leaned over to watch him do some more colouring as he switched to a different page.

Her eyes cast over to the armchair and a smile softened on her lips when she looked at Lilah. She was curled up in the chair, cuddling one of the cushions, her head hanging dangerously close to the edge of the chair and a pacifier between her lips. She had been full of energy all morning so it was only right that she had a power nap now.

Pushing up on her elbow, (Y/n) tried to find the will power to sit herself up but it was hard when she had been laid here quite comfortably for the last hour or so.

The sound of footsteps caught her attention and she tilted her head back to see Eddie padding barefoot into the living room. He'd gotten a shower and seemingly gotten changed into some slacks. A familiar pair of joggers now hung low on his hips and one of his pyjama shirts clung tightly to his frame.

"Babe, her head," (Y/n) waved her hand towards Lilah to get Eddie's attention.

He crouched down in front of the chair, grinning widely as he carefully slipped his hand beneath her cheek and nudged her head back. He wriggled her shoulders back a little so she was curled up properly rather than half sliding off the chair.

A quiet "Thank you," passed (Y/n)'s lips and she swatted her hand down on Eddie's bum as he walked in front of her. He carefully climbed around Chris, ruffling his hair in the process before he slumped down next to (Y/n) on the sofa.

He carefully lifted her legs and laid them over his lap instead so he could slouch down into the sofa. His hand started trailing up and down (Y/n)'s leg and up towards her thigh and he began drawing patterns into her skin.

"Mum said we're going to a halloween party." Chris looked over his shoulder towards Eddie who rose a brow as a smile flooded his face.

"Yeah, at the end of the month buddy. You need to think of what you wanna dress up as." Eddie was rather excited for the party, they hadn't gone last year because (Y/n) hadn't been well and Eddie had been on shift, but this year all of the station were able to go. Bobby always threw a good party and it was tradition for the Diaz family to dress up.

Last year Chris had dressed up and Buck had taken him trick of treating for a while since Eddie was working. While Lilah stayed home with (Y/n).

Eddie went back to tracing his fingers up and down (Y/n)'s thigh, his eyes darting down to Chris every now and then as he started to stim and rock back and forth. Clearly happy and thinking hard about what he wanted to be for the party. He would change his mind quite a few times from now up until they got him a costume.

When his phone buzzed in his pocket, Eddie lifted his hips up and tried to fish his phone out of his pocket. But his eyes cast across to (Y/n) when her leg jerked on his lap and she winced.

"You okay?" His eyes cast down to her and he placed his phone on the armrest while his hand squeezed her thigh.

He watched the way (Y/n) glanced across at him and nodded, despite the way her cheek twitched when she winced. He leaned to the right so he was slouched a bit closer to her and his eyes ran up and down her frame, trying to find out what was wrong.

"Amor, what's wrong?" His words were whispered quietly against her arm as he leaned over and pecked her shoulder.

"Nothing, just jarred my ankle, I think I slept funny." (Y/n) coiled her knees up towards her stomach so she could trace her fingertips over her left ankle. She had been fine yesterday, but when she woke up today, her foot spasmed every now and then and she had an ache in the back of her ankle. It was probably the way she laid or tossed and turned during the night.

She smiled and burrowed her face down into the pillow, shimmying to get comfy again now that Eddie had slouched so he was almost laid behind her with her lower legs still draped over his lap.

"I can't see my feet anymore anyway." She grinned and reached her hand up to run her fingers up and down his arm.

She felt Eddie kiss her shoulder again before he sat back up straight and gingerly reached down for her ankle. He pulled up the bottom of her leggings so he could take a look and (Y/n) sucked her lower lip between her teeth to stop from wincing when he touched a sore spot at the back of her ankle.

"I think you might have sprained it."

"Sounds about right, doesn't hurt much though." They shared a look and Eddie's lips set into a stern line made (Y/n) shiver. That silent look told her that maybe she should have told him earlier and it wasn't very comforting to him that she wasn't in pain because she had still hurt herself.

After a few minutes, (Y/n) slowly lowered her legs from Eddie's lap and when she pushed up, she found her lips curving into a grin. His hand reached out for her elbow and he helped her sit up, his expression softening when (Y/n) pecked his cheek and squeezed his thigh.

She kept hold of his thigh and used him as leverage to push herself up to her feet, but a gasp tumbled past her lips when both Eddie's hands clamped down on her hips, preventing her from walking away. He didn't let go and when he gave a few tugs, (Y/n) gave in and sat back down.

She watched with intrigue as his arms looped around her waist and his lips attached to her neck.

"Where are you going?" He murmured against her neck, pulling her back so she was leaning into his chest which just made her more tired. She let her head rest on his shoulder but (Y/n) knew if she didn't move soon she would never have the will to get up again.

"To make dinner? Or aren't you hungry?"

"You've hurt your ankle and you're tired, just get some rest, I'll do it." Eddie gave her a pointed look when he saw the amusement light up her eyes.

"You can't cook." Affection flooded (Y/n)'s tone so he knew she wasn't trying to be rude or rebute his offer, but they all knew Eddie was no chef. He was more of a helping hand in the kitchen, cutting veg and washing the pots rather than actually frying or baking or making anything.

"Chris can supervise." Eddie looked down at their eldest who turned and nodded, already tossing his colours back into the box of pens and pencils. He enjoyed cooking, he would gladly help.

"Baby…" Reaching her hand up, (Y/n) gently cupped his jaw, gliding her thumb across his cheek as she caught him in a kiss. "I'm fine."

Eddie almost smiled against her lips when he felt her try to get up again while Chris had already toddled off into the kitchen. Kissing him wasn't going to distract him enough to make him give in on this. He tightened his hands on her hips and nudged her until she was laid back down on the sofa like she had been before. Their lips still attached as he moved onto his knees to lean over her.

He traced his hand along the side of her stomach and sucked her lower lip between his teeth before they finally parted and he moved around. He got up to his feet, staying stooped over so he could peck her lips again, and then her temple.

"I'd better not see you walking on that ankle for the rest of the day, mi amor. Bed rest it is."

A shiver ran through (Y/n)'s blood as she stared up at those dark eyes that were piercing through her like he was giving her an order she couldn't break.

"We're not taking any risks this time, remember?" He muttered against her temple, tracing his hand along her stomach again before he pulled back. His eyes glanced down to the armchair, checking that Lilah was still asleep and not about to fall off the chair before he headed into the kitchen to find Chris.

If (Y/n) was hurt or not feeling her best then he wanted her to sit down and take it easy. While he was home he would try and do what he could so that she didn't have to.

God knows if Eddie was at work when (Y/n) didn't feel well she would push through the feeling and try to ignore it. She couldn't exactly sit down when she had two kids to look after. So while Eddie was home, he would do everything.

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Dragging her shirt over her head, (Y/n) pulled it down, but she stopped it just before her stomach. She traced her fingertips across her bump, unable to fight off a smile. Her shape was changing again.

It was still strange to be feeling like this for a third time. After agreeing not to have anymore kids and living each day with the knowledge that it was a risk, that history could repeat itself. And remembering how it had gone last time, it felt strange to be back in this position again.

But this time it was working out better. At least, better than with Lilah, and Eddie was experiencing it with her. They weren't feeling down or upset or in agony, and it was already going better than they expected.

They could finally start thinking of this as a third baby and not just worry that it would be a problem or a direct route to heartache.

The only thing they had to worry about was labour, and convincing the doctor that a C-section was the best course for this pregnancy. "We can worry about that later." (Y/n) murmured to her stomach as she ran her hands along her bump a few more times before she pulled her shirt down.

Her hands moved to her hair and she gathered it up into a ponytail and she turned towards the door. Lilah should be fast asleep by now with Eddie, and Chris would no doubt want to watch a movie before bed.

A gasp tumbled past (Y/n)'s lips and she slammed her arms out in front of her when a striking pain tore up the back of her left ankle which gave way beneath her.

Her eyes slammed closed on impact and her hands grappled for the sink when she fell against it. But she couldn't smother the tepid cry that left her lips when her knees crashed to the tiled floor which felt horrid as if her knees had just smashed on impact. Shakes tore through her body and she stayed curled over as low pulses tremored through her.

Moving her hands to her thighs, (Y/n) slumped round until she was sat on the floor with her legs curled awkwardly beneath her. She leaned against the sink, one hand gripping the basin to try and keep herself sitting up while her other hand dug into her thigh.

Another tremor rattled through her when she looked up and the bathroom door hurriedly opened.

Tilting his head to one side, Chris clung to the door and pushed into it like he was trying to camouflage himself into his surroundings. His eyes locked on his mum and he waited a few moments, trying to see if she was okay after the thud he had just heard.

Chris wasn't blind, he knew the ankle (Y/n) was trying to touch and assess was the one she said had hurt yesterday when they were watching a movie.

"Mum?"

"I- I'm okay. You need the bathroom, baby?" (Y/n) managed a smile and tried twisting round to reach up for the sink to get herself up, but she stopped when Chris scurried away from the door.

"I'm getting dad." He was away from the door and rushing down the hall before (Y/n) could call out for him and she sighed.

Great.

"Dad!" Chris hurried to the end room and pushed into his parent's bedroom, locking eyes with Eddie immediately.

His dad was laid in the middle of the bed, Lilah curled up happily on his chest, fast asleep. Eddie did a night shift last night and had been awake all day today so when Lilah needed to settle for bed, Eddie brought her into his room so he could take a power nap. He wouldn't be far behind her once she was asleep in her own bed.

He looked like he was about to fall asleep right there, laid in his pyjama bottoms, slouched down against a mountain of pillows. The covers were tangled around his feet and there was a thin blanket draped around Lilah who was breathing softly into his chest. Drooling onto his bare chest with a pacifier in her mouth.

When Eddie looked towards the door, he smiled but pressed a finger to his lips, he didn't want Lilah to wake up or else it would take a while to settle her again.

"You okay buddy?"

"Mum fell."

A frown etched onto Eddie's face and he nodded before he looked down at Lilah. His hands moved to her back and the back of her head as he slowly rolled to the right and eased her down onto the bed. He wrapped the blanket around her and kissed the top of her head before he quickly got up.

"Sit with your sister for me?" They traded places and Chris eagerly clambered into Eddie's spot in the bed and tucked himself under the covers. Eddie took that as a hint that both kids were going to stay in bed with them for a while, not that he minded. Chris could watch a movie in their room while Eddie fell asleep.

He kissed Chris's curls before he headed out of the room, guessing that (Y/n) was in the bathroom because the door was open and the light was seeping out into the dark hallway.

"Amor, Chris said you fell."

His eyes raked over (Y/n) as she sat on the floor, one hand on the sink and both legs curled beneath her. Pushing off the door frame, Eddie crouched down in front of her, his hands clasped between his thighs and when he rose a brow, it was a silent demand telling her not to lie to him.

"My ankle twisted." Her eyes glanced down to her ankle that had given way on her a few minutes ago.

The soft "Let me see," that passed Eddie's lips made adrenaline pool in (Y/n)'s stomach and she shivered when his hands were on her leg. Gently stretching her leg out towards him as he pressed on her ankle. It was starting to swell around her heel and up the back of her ankle.

"That sprain just got worse. You need to see a doctor."

(Y/n) shook her head, trying to smile but she couldn't manage it. She didn't want to go to the doctor. "No, baby I'm fine… help me up?"

"No, that's not fine. Did you hurt yourself when you fell? Your stomach?"

(Y/n) shivered when Eddie's hands switched to reach out for her stomach and she gently cupped his wrist, moving his hand around to feel the side of her bump where a sudden kicking tore at her abdomen.

"I don't think so," (Y/n) looped her arms around Eddie's neck, feeling relieved when his hands cupped her hips and he took the hint. He slowly pushed up to his feet and helped her up, but his lips pursed into a frown when he watched (Y/n) lean her weight onto her right foot. She barely pressed her toes down on the floor on her left foot, clearly it was hurting her.

"I'll take you to the doctor tomorrow before work."

"Baby-"

"No chances and no risks this time, remember?" Eddie wasn't risking this fall leafing to something worse. They had no idea what happened last time to cause the placental abruption (Y/n) had with Lilah. It could have been something or nothing.

But Eddie knew a fall was a risk of causing an abruption and he didn't want that happening. That would cause more problems and limit (Y/n) like last time, she would have to take things even easier and maybe be on bed rest. Eddie wouldn't take any risks this time around.

Once they'd taken Chris to school and Lilah to nursery, he would take (Y/n) to the doctor to check her ankle and make sure the baby was okay.

(Y/n) bit her lip but she nodded in agreement, letting Eddie steal a kiss from her. But she gasped when his hands raked down her sides and cupped the back of her thighs. He gripped firmly, digging his fingers into her flesh and hoisted her up as if she weighed nothing. Her legs looped around his torso and she let him turn and carry her out the bathroom, towards the bedroom.

"Let's not make that ankle any worse, hm?"

#911 imagine #imagine #eddie diaz x reader #pregnant! reader #eddie diaz imagine #eddie x reader #bedroom talk

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milkytheholy1 · 4 months ago

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Name Calling

Shadow The Hedgehog x Female Reader

A/N: I've been eating up all the Shadow content lately and it all came together into this fic. I know I try to stay in the GN category but something within me just wanted to write Female, so I am sorry to those who will be put off by that, but tbh, it doesn't really have anything to do with the fic it's just the pronouns I used, they can be inalterably changed for those who prefer.

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Shadow The Hedgehog had been called a lot of things in his life, monster, villain, thug, traitor, the list goes on and on. But he supposed he deserved it, after all, he was a freak of nature; a piece of science moulded by alien goo and crazed mathematics. He was made with pure intentions but was messed with, he deviated from his chosen path whether it was his choice or not.

On some particularly bad days he was known as the hedgehog that would end the world, who would bring destruction and chaos to everything he set his hands on, a single breath of his was thought to level a city. Shadow felt forever alone. He had no family to turn to, no friend to comfort him like Maria once did, to him no one compared; they were all beneath him.

Maria was the only person who could ever understand what was going on in his confused mind, she often sought to help him, she gave him a purpose:

"W-why was I made? Why was I created into this world if I was only meant to cause destruction?"

"That's not why you're here, Shadow. You are here to help people, to help me and the other humans who live down there! You were born to protect mankind from evil."

"But, Maria, I was created with this evil inside of me. The humans would only fear me-"

"You were born from love, Shadow! My grandfather made you for me, he made me a best friend and he made someone who would spread love and kindness wherever he went. Humans only fear what they don't know, or so I've been told, but they will love you, Shadow, they have to!"

Painful images now plagued those pleasant thoughts, tainting her memory like mould on a rotting fruit. After Maria's death, Shadow became a machine, too hard to produce emotion, too cold to think about the actions he took. All he knew was humanity was to blame for Maria's death, humanity took the only person who understood him; they had to pay.

Bases were burnt down, G.U.N soldiers were hunted, and civilians became hostages. Nothing was too much for him at this stage, all he needed was to quell the anger that burned inside of him, the vengeance that fueled his very being. That's where the names started coming from, parents warning their children about the boogeyman that lurks around the corner at night, the feral beast that kills in the darkness and leaves no witnesses.

Through his rage, he forgot what Maria told him, he forgot what his purpose was: to protect, to spread kindness and to love. He only came to this realisation one night after a particularly gruesome fight. It was in a small village, somewhat far from the big towns and cities, cobbled streets and large green fields. It was here where Shadow had tracked down a retired G.U.N agent, he was there on that night and therefore he had to pay.

The struggle had led from the agent's house to the cobbled streets, a single gunshot ringing out into the silence of the night, the moonlight tracing over the man's lifeless body. As Shadow pulled back, his ears flicked, a small sound: a gasp. Quickly turning around his eyes caught another human, deep blue eyes and long blonde hair. Shadow flinched, shaking away the similarities he tried to focus.

The young woman slowly shuffled back into the alley they were hiding in, the moonlight dancing over her clothes as she moved. Shadow gripped his gun tighter, the sound of his gloves creasing was as loud as the gunshot from before.

"I'm sorry I have to do this," he mumbled, pulling the gun up and aiming it at the woman. She cowered slightly, eyes dancing between the unconscious man on the floor and the ebony hedgehog in front of her, "Then don't."

Shadow perked a brow, amused by how forward she was, "Do you know who I am?" he wasn't cockey, it was a genuine question. The lady shook her head, "You're the boogeyman."

"Then you know why I have to do this."

"Then before I die, may I ask you a question?"

Shadow thought it through, although he didn't want this to drag on any longer and daylight was soon approaching, what harm could one question do from a dying woman?

"Why do you do this? Why do you go around killing people and burning houses? I've seen newspapers talking about you, calling you a monster-"

"Because I am a monster!" He struck back, cocking the gun. "A real monster would have pulled the trigger by now, a real monster wouldn't even entertain a stare with me."

Now that was good. Shadow felt like he had been pushed away into another reality, one where all of a sudden he didn't have to kill people anymore. A reality where he didn't have to skip town and live in trees or under benches, one where we didn't have to hide and feel so angry all the time.

Snapping back into reality, Shadow adjusted his hand holding the gun, foolishly he had dropped his arm just a little, "Enough, you don't know me."

"No, I don't. I don't know you, the papers sure seem to think they do, but no one just goes around doing what you do for fun. I'm not trying to help you, but don't you think you should step back a little and think about what you're doing? Is this really what you want?"

"Of course it is! This is all I've ever known and it's all I'll ever be!" he cursed out, anger swelling deep within his mind; this was just meant to be a simple job and now you'd gone and made it confusing.

"Is that really what you want?" The one simple question had broken Shadow, he dropped the gun to the floor, staring hopelessly into the ground. He had failed Maria, looking at you had reminded him of her, the promise he made to her, the purpose he was supposed to have.

He was meant to protect mankind, to help them and instead, he led them to an earlier grave. Another sound rang out, snapping the pair's attention from each other onto a random doorway. An elderly man emerged from the house, looking up and down the street until his eyes landed on you both and then on the body.

"The boogeyman! The boogeyman's here! And he's got an accomplish!" he screamed out, suddenly more and more lights started flashing on, the whole village was nearly illuminated in bright yellow light. Shadow saw the panic on the young girl's face, he recognised that look all too well: Fear.

Her life as she knew it was crashing down all because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and it was all his fault. Taking what Maria said to heart, Shadow saw this as his second chance at life, his second chance to protect humanity and it all started with her. Swooping the lady into his arms, Shadow ran as fast as he could, he had to go somewhere where they'd both be safe.

The past few years after that had been a blur, things have changed since the old days, Shadow gets called friend, bud, hero and most importantly, he gets to be called the love of your life. Perhaps it was one of his best ideas to save you on that day, even if it was his fault. After that night, Shadow never left your side, perhaps it's because he felt guilty or that you reminded him of Maria; who knows?

But what you do know is that he's free now, free from all the negative thoughts, free from the names, and free from his past life.

#shadow the hedgehog #shadow the ultimate lifeform #shadow the hedgehog x reader #shadow the hedgehog idw #fandom #fan #fanfiction #fanfic #oneshot #reader #shadow x reader #sonic the hedgehog

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 6 months ago

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you should watch alien stage 😁 it’s a really wholesome and heartwarming web series on YouTube by VIVINOS. Nothing bad happens! And I think that you would like it!

So before I checked out Alien Stage, I asked an irl about it to get a feel for the series. They jokingly described Alien Stage to me as "Hunger Games with doomed yuri and yaoi plus some toxic het on the side", and after catching up with the playlist of hits... yeah, that's pretty accurate. I'm so invested in this now 🤡

I have Ruler of My Heart stuck in my head, specifically this English cover of it! To probably no one's surprise, I'm really gravitating to Luka... WHAT CAN I SAY, I LOVE ANGELIC LOOKING CHARACTERS WITH PRINCELY AND CHARISMATIC PERSONAS THAT ARE ACTUALLY SO MANIPULATIVE AND SCUMMY. AFSLFAYOEFIYFAEEAF; AND HOW CAN I NOT ADORE A GUY THAT PULLS THSI KINDA FACE:

I think part of his charm is that contrast between how he's seen as a "prince" by his fans when he's anything but. The artists outdid themselves with the MV; it perfectly conveys how truly terrible Luka is. I was so uncomfortable watching the video play out. The way he progressively creeps closer and keeps invading Mizi's personal space, taunting her, imitating her dead bestie/crush, putting his hands all over her, AND THAT GROSS WHISTLE HE DOES IN THE BEGINNING???? That made my skin CRAWL. Luka is for real so awful and I love that for him-- MIZI WAS RIGHT TO SWING AT HIM, IT WAS CATHARTIC 💀

I wanna give big props to Mizi's facial expressions too... They're so despair-filled and delicious, even when it's just her widened eyes repeating on the screen. The animation specifically for the line "I don't believe you're a liar" is top tier 👌 It's nothing fancy, but it conveys just how distressed Mizi is and how that's impacting her ability to sing. The way she gulps is so punchy and visceral. THE HATE IN MIZI'S EYES AS SHE'S RESTRAINED FROM COMING AT HIM AGAIN???? Good stuff. The twist at the end where the stage gets smoke bombed (?) and Mizi is rescued by the rebellion was great too. It robs Luka of the satisfaction of seeing his rival gunned down and him being declared as the victor. (P.S. I thought Hyuna was Jamil when I first saw her design; this is proof that Jamil has cool onee-san energy/j) Super looking forward to seeing Luka square off against Till, who is another favorite of mine. The eyebags— Till the End is probably my second favorite song so far; it's so intense in the close-up shots of Till singing his heart out to the audience. (Poor Mob-kun though, bro's getting DESTROYED out here...) I admire Till's fighting spirit but at the same time I feel so bad every time he's subdued 💦 Whereas I want Luka to get knocked down a peg, I want Till to find happiness and safety...

qweliboqeuvqied Anyway, that's my current brain rot 😊

#notes from the writing raven #alien stage #alnst #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #Jamil Viper #alien stage till #alien stage mizi #alien stage luka

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vanesycho · 5 months ago

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Are you able to do a soft thoughts f!reader x Johnny? 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 when you get the chance. No rush I promise.

I love soft Johnny so much😭 he is a very huggable person😔 thank you for your request🤍🤍

Soft thoughts about Johnny ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

ღJohnny is someone who warms up everyone around him with his big smile. Just his looks can put you at ease. When he is with you, you can be sure that he will make the day brighter with his jokes and thoughtful thoughts. The size of his hands and his warm touches make you feel safe, just like a blanket you wrap yourself in on a cold day.

ღHis laughter is contagious. He can make you laugh heartily even on the worst day when he is with you. He has a voice that seems to take away all your stress. When you are on a long walk with him, watching the clouds in the sky and having a slow conversation, everything feels calmer and more peaceful.

ღHe is someone you will always feel comfortable with. If you are someone who is shy to go out in public, Johnny is perfect for that. He always makes you fit in, makes you feel comfortable. He notices when you are uncomfortable in a place and makes you have a better time alone.

ღHis hugs can be the best thing in the world. He always makes you feel warm. He does not hesitate to wrap his arms around you tightly, and although he is afraid of hurting you by squeezing too hard, he cannot control himself. Especially if you are going through a bad time, his warm hugs can make you forget everything.

ღHe loves to cook, if he wakes up earlier than you in the morning, you can find him in the kitchen already. He will give you a warm smile, approach you, kiss your forehead and hug you. He will whisper in your ear with his calm voice "Good morning baby, did you sleep well? I am preparing you the best breakfast you will ever eat, just wait a little bit."

ღI don't know why but he seems like someone who sings for no reason. When he comes in, he will hum a song and then his voice will rise, if you join him he will reach out his hand and make you do a little dance show. Finally he will pull you to him and kiss you on the lips and end your little concert with that.

As the song ended, Johnny looked into your eyes and kissed you romantically. His kisses were like the last note of the song, sweetly completing the moment. "That was the best part of the song."

ღHe seems like the kind of person who will tell you ridiculous stories before going to bed. Sometimes he will tell you the story of how you two met as a love story and you listen to it with a smile on your face every time "And that was the day the eternal love of the two main characters began..." when he realizes you are asleep halfway through the story he will give you a light kiss and mumble goodnight. But sometimes he can tell you the most ridiculous thing in the world, like a story about aliens and dinosaurs fighting.

"One day, the dinosaur commander, a T-Rex, targeted the aliens' base using a huge laser gun." You listened to him, unable to hold back your laughter. "...And just like that, the dinosaurs and the aliens never fought again. Because now both sides knew how bad ice cream was."

ღHe is good with words. He can give you the best advice and compliments, makes you feel better with small touches. He never hesitates to show his love, even if he doesn't say words of love to you, you can tell everything from the look in his eyes. The brightness of his eyes, the small smile on his lips, the small nods that show he listens to every word.

ღHe's really good at flirting. At first you thought he was a playboy but you realized he only acts like that because he really loves you, he doesn't talk to anyone else like that. He squeezes in some flirty sentences while talking and then continues talking as if nothing happened, leaving you surprised.

As he walks around the library with you, he looks at you who you were excitedly looking for the book you love. “You’re so cute, these books must make you feel excited, just like I feel when I'm with you you.” You looked at him in surprise, but he picked up a book without even looking at you. “Oh look, here’s the book you’re looking for. Let’s go, I’ll buy it for you.”

#nct imagines #nct reactions #nct 127 #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 fluff #nct johnny imagines #nct scenarios #johnny imagines #johnny suh #johnny scenarios #johnny suh imagines #nct 127 scenarios #johnny soft thoughts #soft thoughts

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edgeray · 29 days ago

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CREATURE | HALLOWEEN EVENT FIC

Arlecchino x GN! Reader

Link to my Halloween Event Masterlist. Check out amazing works done by other blogs <3 there!

A/N - I know this is extraordinarily late, but the sunk cost fallacy got to me. Can you tell I’m American from this? Also, not finished because I couldn't find any more ideas for this, so have this semi-baked story because I don't want it to catch dust. Content warnings - Alien AU, Alien! Arlecchino, a gun is there but not used, semi-graphic violence, mentioned deaths but not shown, could be seen as platonic or romantic, 6.5k words

It starts with a streak across the sky. Or, it starts with the rushing of the wind. No, it starts with a reverberating boom that shakes the Earth. Whatever the case, it's around 2 or 3 AM when you're startled awake. Lurching from your bed and trying to blink the sleep out of your eyes, you stumble out of your blanketed sanctuary, cursing out whatever was the origin of the disturbance under your breath. You hear the jolted protests of your animals: the squealing of pigs, the barking of your cattle dog, and the squeaking of chickens. Damn it, you'll have to calm them down too.

You slip on your boots while you grab your flashlight, hastily grabbing handfuls of treats in a bag for the various animals in order to help placate them. You hesitate as you're about to exit your home, the shotgun laid against the wooden frame of the door. Deciding against using it, you rush out to soothe the animals by feeding them the treats by hand, gentle brushes along their hair and shushing them tenderly.

“There, there,” you whispered to your dog who was barking her head off, standing boldly towards the fields. There was nothing you could see beyond the road and the tall grass beyond it. You run your hand down her back as you give her chin scratches. “It's okay. It's okay, you're okay. Good girl. It's alright. Thank you for protecting us.”

Still, she didn't persist until another half hour when her voice grew tired. You stay there, petting her in an attempt to ease her distress, but your efforts were futile. The Pyrenees still has her ears pinned back and her tail tucked, quivering like a leaf in the wind. You've never seen her like this, even with coyotes. What could possibly terrify her like this? You don't know–and you don't want to face whatever creature was out there. No matter how much you try, you couldn't budge her from her spot, her gaze fixated before her. Sighing, you decide there's nothing you could do, and after giving your animals one last check you return to your bed. Nearly in the comfort of slumber's arms, you're pulled away with the screeching of your alarm clock. 4:30AM.

You nearly cry.

After wiping your unshed tears in front of the mirror while you brush your teeth, you make some quick buttered toast, pouring food in your dog’s bowl before heading out. She'll come get it when she wants. You go around your farm, feeding your animals, letting them graze, checking their wellbeing, ensuring the fences are secured, and tending to your garden. You're thankful your parents left you a small farm–not too big for it to be overwhelming, yet still sustainable for you. You only have to go to the market for supplies or when you want to get more baking ingredients.

A sloppy kiss to your face from a calf wrenches you away from your thoughts, and you giggle, petting it. You give one last pet to the baby cow until you venture to your chicken coop. You successfully pocket a few eggs with only a few pecks to your hand. Once the sun really starts beating down on you, you head inside to make lunch. An egg sandwich later, you're out again, this time to make sure your horse gets properly groomed and some exercise. It's around sunset when you herd your animals to their respective shelters after their last meal of the day. Finally able to settle down from a hard day's work, you laze on your couch, reading a book you just picked up last week.

Your ears don't pick up on it first, but then you hear it again, a sound that causes you to shudder involuntarily. It's the kind of sound that makes your heart sink all the way into the depths of your stomach, as if hiding from the source of the noise. The kind of sound that cuts through the tranquility of your farm–an eerie, off-putting sound whose origin is inexplicable. The kind of sound that makes you freeze in place, while your thudding heart roars to life, thumping through your eardrums but not loud enough to drown out that archon-awful sound.

It's a harsh, chilling thing. It's how you imagine a knife scraping alongside a chalkboard sounds like, and it persists for another moment or two before disappearing. You're paralyzed, still enough to have blended into your sofa, waiting, anticipating another damning sound, for it to grow closer to you. Then, there’s some scuttling sounds, fading out just as suddenly it appears to leave behind silence. The thing, whatever it is, is gone now.

With bated breath, you check through the window of the door to your fenced garden, seeing that nothing seemed to be there. Opening the door, it’s almost a relief that nothing really seems out of place. What's left is little dents into the ground with bits of dirt uprooted from said holes. You examined the area to see what caused the scraping sound, before spotting your metal garden bed. There's a thin, long white line that extends from one side's end to the other. Shuddering at the sight, you turn to examine the fences. You have wooden and wire fences tall enough that no people or animals can climb, yet something got in. It's evident by the dirt tracks on one side of a wooden pole that this thing has the physical prowess to climb–or jump–over five feet.

You examine further for any more damage around your property. Your gaze spins around your crops, stopping at your bell peppers.

Or at what remains of them.

—

“Some folks are saying that there's some creature, sneaking around their yards and stealing their vegetables. You know anything about that?” the store clerk says as a greeting while he bags the juice cartons along with your other groceries.

You almost let out a sigh. After the incident, it never repeated, though you're always anticipating the next time you'll hear that damning sound. Your bell peppers weren't much of a casualty, but if it returns, what more will it take?

“It's true,” you whisper, filing through your wallet for the appropriate amount of bills. “Last week Tuesday, I heard something, scampering in my garden. When I checked it after it left, all my bell peppers were chomped off. I thought I was going crazy, making things up. But every archon-damn morning my peppers aren't there.”

“Well, I heard someone tell the local authorities to hunt it down–animal control wasn't very helpful,” he remarks, taking your money, and you raise an eyebrow.

“You reckon they'll catch whatever it is?” You inquire, gathering the bags of grocery.

“I better hope so. Who knows if that thing will stick to just fruits and veggies.”

You're afraid of that thought too. Yet… “What do you think they'll do when they catch it?”

The man gives a shrug of his shoulders. “Dunno. Probably kill it. Things like that shouldn't be thieving around.”

You frowned. “Thanks. Have a good day.”

—

Coincidentally, it's a Tuesday when it happens again. This time, it's a loud, distinctive crash that makes you drop the bowl of batter from your arms. Like last time, every muscle of yours seize to move, subjecting yourself to the sounds that come from your garden. This time, the creature is more clamorous, all kinds of thumping and thudding accompanied by that dreadful, shrill scraping. Spotting the shotgun perched against the front door, you will yourself to make the short distance to it. As your hand wraps around the cool wooden grip, you gulp considerably.

Perhaps you should have asked your parents about practicing a shot or two with this before they passed. You hadn't even expected inheriting the farm so early, nonetheless having to use this. You had always hoped there wouldn't come a time you'd need to use a lethal weapon on someone or something.

You load the chamber of the shotgun, the small, satisfying click of it nearly a reassurance compared to the thrashing still among your garden. Damn it, your hands are shaking. Confronting that thing? You? The shy, lone farmer, left behind by their parents? You, who's susceptible to the faintest pleading from your dog for table scraps, despite having been fed? You, who's entire day of plans is derailed at the sight of a newborn animal? You, who can barely wake up to press snooze on your alarm clock?

No, you need to do this. You don't know what that thing is, or what else it'll decide to destroy. Step by step you approach the door, tentatively peeking through the window.

By archons, what is that?

It's not normal, closer to an extraterrestrial creature than something a part of this planet. You’re hesitant to even call it a creature, rather a child’s crude creation made from shoving different bunches of playdoh together with a faint semblance of a human. It has too many different features jutting from the main body for it to be any normal thing, maybe about the height of the bear, though it's hard to judge from its crouching and writhing. Unsure of what could be the cause of its writhing, you decide if it's in such an agitated state, you shouldn't confront it yet.

You squint your eyes, attempting to piece together feature by feature to even pretend what you're looking at.

Its back is turned towards you, but you can see at an angle their limbs. Nestled on top of its snow white hair with black strands are tall, white, black-tipped flattened ears–like the ears of an erect-eared bunny. From there, you make out pitch black hands (wait, are those claws?) that are clutching the sides of their head–is that a face? Pointedly skirting your eyes away from the facial features, your peer travels lower. Its skin–or fur? You're not quite sure–fades from a white to a darker gray the further your sight goes, with crimson splotches dotting across the spine. Six jointed appendages protrude from the vertebrae, three each on the right and left side. The limbs, reminiscent of a spider (minus two legs), appear as a vibrant, scarlet color in comparison to the darker red spots (which you now realize are crosses, and not just specks) with a midnight outline.

Connected from its spinal cord is a lengthy, thin charcoal-colored tail. At the end of the tail is what can only be compared to a scythe blade. It whips around wildly, as untamed as the beast itself, adding more casualties of your produce with each manic swipe. Suppressing your urge to wince at every revoltingly audible drag of the blade end of the tail you study the rest of the creature. Beyond the spine, it becomes evident that this a bipedal creature, with sable slender, furred (you're more certain it's fur now) legs, and similarly colored feet, though around the ankles breaks up the color with a strip of red.

Even if you were dreaming or hallucinating, you didn't have the creative ability to imagine whatever is in front of you. From its spasming and the guttural groans escaping it, it reminds you of a wild, injured animal.

Then it'd be better to put it out of its misery… right?

Summoning all your courage, you deliberately unlock the door before turning the door in the same manner. No longer behind the closed barricade, you feel as if a piece of armor was stripped from you, your protection peeling off the wider you open the door. It seems so much bigger, so much closer to you now, so much more tangible. Your footsteps over the wooden porch are masked by its pained groans, and you maneuver your shotgun to be held in both trembling hands. Inhaling deeply, you step behind the creature, lifting the barrel until you aim at its head. Your finger finds the trigger.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur to it, though your speech is drowned by its agonizing sounds.

One second passes by. Then another. You give the trigger a miniscule press, before stopping.

Your stupid, idiotic heart is pounding in your chest too hard, and your thoughts are scrambled. Two sides of yourself are at conflict, and it's clear the more soft-hearted one is winning. You're taking a life, alien, mutant creature, or whatnot, it's instilled in you to preserve every life as much as you can. Throughout your entire childhood, you've been taught on the farm by your parents that every life is worth preserving. Even the gophers that eat your crops, or the wasps that occupy a corner of the barn, or the spider you find in your bathroom have a right and place to live. Because they too are struggling to live as much as you are. Perhaps it's your cowardice finding an excuse, but the longer you watch its grotesque twitching, the more your expression contorts from grim to that of sympathy.

You can't pull the trigger. Not even to save it from pain.

Your finger moves away from the trigger and you lower the gun, your heart both lighter and heavier. A voice in your head keeps repeating ‘fool’ and ‘coward’ to add further insult. You can't argue against it. Shuffling away, you make your way back to the open door with the intention of pretending that nothing happened. There's no creature, there's no screeching, and your garden is not tarnished. You'll simply just go back to hiding in your house, hoping that the creature will disappear soon.

You turn, stepping back onto the porch, making your way to the door. The wood underneath you creaks. Loudly.

You don't even turn around fully when red-crossed pupils grab your sight, and then your body is struck with a heavy impact. Tumbling onto the floor, a sharp pain erupts at your back from your landing while a heavy weight now rests on top of your body. Large claws prick your skin as it grips your neck, tightening with each second, restricting your breath.

You futilely try to kick away the thing above you, but it’s too sturdy, or perhaps you're too weak. Either way, it doesn't budge on top of you, so you attempt to pry away the hand. You scratch it hard, desperate nails finding the skin underneath the fur and piercing into it–a fruitless and provocative action given the rumbling growl you receive. It refuses to let up despite your efforts and your strength diminishes with each passing second. Your hands lose the ability to move anymore and your body involuntarily concedes, stilling in place.

“Please…” you attempt to mumble, pleading into eyes that hold no humanity, eyes that don't know of mercy. Does it even understand you? The notion slips from you like fish, and your thoughts begin swimming, comprehension ungraspable just like your breath. The heart beat that used to pound in your ears like crashing waves begins to slow, until it is reduced to nothing more but ripples. Cloudiness fills your mind, and your eyes unfocus. As if injected into, exhaustion seeps throughout your form, lulling you to sleep.

Then you're ripped away, your windpipe free from the crushing pressure as you greedily suck in air, choking at the abrupt intake. Lurching up, you grasp at your chest as the oxygen rushes back to you in rapid huffs. Adrenaline pumps through you once more, making you frighteningly aware of the beast still there. Its head is tilted, like a confused dog, upright ears perked up and pointed towards you. That's when you finally realize you were peering at it, face to face.

It's almost human–if you subtract the ears, the pupils, and the fangs that cover its mouth. Fangs, like those of a spider, are on either side of its mouth. Ignoring those features and isolating the face from the rest of its body, it can pass as an androgynous person. Just another face you could see in a crowd and think nothing of.

Its fangs clack together, the sound invokes shudders from you. You have no doubt that they could crush bones between them. Perhaps that is what it will do to you. It's still observing you, a curious red glint in their inky pits. It finally settles in that you are alive–rather, the creature decided to let you live.

Was it mercy? You can't help but wonder–is it as animalistic as you make it? If it was nothing but that, then you're certain that it wouldn't waste time to sink their fangs into you. It attacks you, then releases you without harm; it's a clear threat, a concept that no wild thing can really possess. If a wild beast was threatened, they either attacked without restraint or cower away. It did none of those. Then, in that case, it would suggest that it is more intelligent than you previously thought–for all you know, this thing can possess emotions and rational thinking like all humans. It's indubitable that this creature is not from this world.

You slowly scoot back, away from the creature, observing if it would strike again. It does not. You finally have the chance to stand up, viewing its hunched form fully. That's when you notice that the spider legs-like appendages were actually folded wings. That explains how the creature was able to intrude into your garden so easily.

You have half the sense to book it, run away as swiftly as you can, yet it's your curiosity that stops you. Why was it screaming and jerking the way it was? Tentatively, you step to the side, and flinch as it shifts its head to track your movements. You take another step, and begin circling the creature, before spotting a silver liquid cascading down its side underneath its middle appendage where there is a noticeable wound. Revealing pale, almost white flesh, and a gaping hole, the size of a coin. A bullet wound?

The voice of the grocery store cashier rings through your head.

Did the authorities do this? Was this a result of them hunting this thing down? You look back at it now.

It's too human-like for your liking. It chatters, fangs clanking against each other again, and it raises one ear. It reminds you of your dog when she's seen something new. Inquisitive, keen, gentle. Swallowing thickly, you edge closer to it, raising your palm to tender stroke around the wound. It tenses, its tail dragging across the dirt irately. You pull away with a flinch, gazing back towards its face.

“I'm sorry,” you find those words tumbling out for a second time, but this apology holds a different meaning. You know it doesn't understand. It blinks at you in response, giving a low chattering with their fangs. There's a standstill between the two of you, observing the other with mutual wariness.

The hard thudding against a door sounds through your house and yard and you snap out of your trance. Someone was at the front door? A deep snarl comes from the creature beside you, and you note its response. Who could possibly be there?

You make your way from the garden to the front door of your house. The creature scuttles behind you, and while the sound makes you cringe, you ignore it. It is harmless… you hope.

You make your way to the door, looking through the eyehole. A sheriff and who you presume his deputy stood just outside. You gulp, shifting your eyes behind you before deeming it safe enough to at least greet them. You can't fathom what they wanted, but their presence currently is certainly inconvenient. What would happen if they spot the alien creature thing currently roaming around your interior house?

“Gentlemen… how could I help you?” you question tentatively, cracking the door open just the slightest bit.

“Good evening,” the sheriff greets gruffly, flashing a polite smile. “We just wanted to question if you’ve seen or heard of any… disturbance around your property.”

Your heart leaps out of your chest, and you clench your hand into a fist behind your back. Feigning a puzzled expression, you cock your head. “A disturbance? Not that I know of, sirs. It's just me and my animals. What kind of disturbance are you referring to?”

There's a single pause that allows both of the men to scrutinize your face. “We're wondering if you've seen a creature prowling around lately.”

“A creature? Well, I haven't seen any coyotes or those damn things around. We're not a bear nation, are we?” You let out a fake chuckle. Something thumps in the kitchen, and you swear you will kill that thing with your bare hands if it outs the both of you.

“No, we're not a bear nation. Well, that is all we wanted. Thank you for your time,” the sheriff states as they both turn. You nearly cheer in victory, but something stops–a minority voice that rushes to the surface of your thoughts just as you watch them leave.

“Wait, gentlemen,” you exclaim, stepping out of the doorframe and into your yard. You shut the door behind you. Both men pivot to face you again.

“What, what kind of creature are you looking for? Hasn't someone shot it down yet? Or doesn't animal control usually wrangle it in? Why would some stray animal get your attention?” You inquire. You knew the answer already, but you couldn't help but wonder if there was more to the foreign creature in your household. Evidently, questioning the creature itself is out of the question, so perhaps the sheriff and deputy would know more.

Their gazes meet one another as if they were telepathically communicating to one another before the sheriff sighs. “This creature isn't at all natural–it's been raiding and destroying people's homes. It's responsible for the mauling of two people. That's why it's imperative that we catch this thing as soon as possible.”

Everything stills at that moment, and your blood runs ice-cold through your veins. Your body trembles, and your surroundings fade from your consciousness. That thing killed two people? The very thing that's likely scavenging your cabinets? The creature that spared you, showed you mercy? It's taken two innocent lives, and you were nearly the third. How can this be? No, rather, you weren't sure why you expected anything more from it when you knew nothing. The knowledge that you're housing a killer weighs heavily on your shoulders. You shouldn't be sheltering this thing, not with what it has done. You should tell them, confess that a wild beast invaded your property and assaulted you.

You open your mouth to speak. You have the sudden urge to gag. You swear bile rises up in your throat.

“That's… terrible. I hope you catch it soon,” you state.

“We surely will. Have a good day,” the sheriff responds.

You watch their backs grow smaller as they trek their way back to their cruiser. When they finally speed off, you collapse against your door, your back sliding down until your bottom meets the ground.

You clutch your chest, heaving gasps escaping from you as you stare at your shaking hands. It's as if something is actively prying the air from your lungs, and every inhale is never enough for yourself. Your heart thrums and thrums with a deafening beat in your ears, threatening to wrench out of the cavity of your chest. Each hammering of the organ creates a pang that wracks through your body. The air is chilling, so frigid that you can't help but bring your knees to yourself, preserving any body warmth you can. Your stomach protests against the movement, squeezing and constricting so intensely you fear that it'll burst like a balloon. Your very reality seems to cave in, and every sensation you can feel is too much.

The thing in your house is a killer. It nearly killed you. It can kill you. You're as good as dead, and yet you're shielding it. Why are you protecting it? Don't you care for your life? For the lives that it killed? Can you call yourself human? How could you do this with the knowledge of the atrocities it's done? Are you stupid? Probably. Do you have a death wish? Why would you let the sheriff leave? He was right there, just one word away from saving you from this predicament. And yet you watched him turn his back, when you know that his job would have been able to protect who knows how many lives. Are you a terrible human? Are you heartless? What's wrong with you? Why are you like this? Why didn't you just tell them? Why are you still here? You should have never inherited your parents’ farm. You should have never been here. Do you even deserve this farm? Do you deserve anything? Why–

Oh. It's warm–incredibly warm, actually, like your back is against a fire. But that's impossible, not when your back is against something solid and there's no crackling or smoke. Instead, there's a low constant humming, like that of a ceiling fan, but also different. It's almost like the purring of a cat. Your vision slowly returns to you, and within some moments of blinking you realize you are face planted into your knees. How long have you been in that position? Your overalls have a wet patch–you must have been crying. You release your knees from your hold, letting them straighten out. That's only when you notice larger legs surrounding your form, midnight in color. You don't quite question them yet until you let your eyes traverse more. Clawed hands are gripping your sides comfortably, heat emanating from the contact there as well.

It's the kind of warmth you sink in after an exhaustive day, sapping away all the heavy weight on your shoulders and securing you in its soft embrace, shielding you away from all that is harsh. It's nice… You lean back further, feeling a subtle rumbling from the rigid wall. Strange, but no matter. All you know is that you're tired, your eyes are stinging, and your body demands rest.

Just as you're about to bathe in the warmth, a revelation hits you: this isn't your bed. You sit up in an instant, prying away from something's grasp as you scramble away. Adrenaline courses through your body as you pivot around, and it sits there, just right where you were as if it had always belonged there. You see its very claws, and all you can envision is how crimson liquid drips from them, wondering when will that be your blood that it draws. When will those fangs pierce into your flesh? Was that what it was about to do? How long has it held you there? What was it waiting for?

You urge your body to move, to do anything but stare at the thing, but the numbness in your legs protests against your mind. The more your peer remains on the thing, the further you're drawn in by its crossed-pupils–you can't look away. Why can't you look away? All you see is the red, the red of blood, rivers and pools of it that forms beneath your person, coming from you and two faceless bodies that lie next to you–victims of the creature.

Even though your limbs couldn't find the courage to move, your lips could.

“Why… why did you kill them? Are you… are you going to kill me too?” You start, rising onto your knees and standing above the creature. The longer your stare lingers, the hotter you seem to get, like an inferno slowly manifesting in your chest. A boldness, empowered by the rhythmic drumming of your heart surges you onward, twisting every strand of fear into something unknown to you.

“Why did you kill them?” You repeat again with a foreign callousness, standing straighter as you approach the still sitting creature. It only stares at you, blankly, emptily, and you've never seen someone–something–with such a punchable face. For once, you are glad that this creature has a more humanoid form; it certainly made any hostility towards it a bit more justified. But for how human this creature may appear, the expression on its face is nothing of one–how can something appear this apathetic?

A part of your mind lashes against your action, reminding you not to provoke the beast. What could you do against this thing, especially now that you don't have your shotgun? However, with a willful shove, the warning is dismissed in an instant.

“Tell me! Was the produce you stole not enough?! How many homes have you broken into? How many people's lives have you ruined?! Don't look at me like that!” You exclaimed, your hands gesturing wildly and your face contorting to that of fury. “Are you going to kill me?! What are you waiting for?!”

All the creature does is cock its head, and the mere movement makes you pause. The hare ears twitch and the tail swishes gently.

Right. It doesn't even understand human language. How could you expect it to? Why were you just aimlessly talking to it? How could it have known? How could you have expected it to?

… How could it have known better?

And suddenly the blaze crackling inside of you is snuffed out in an instant. Once more you find yourself lost in its pupils, only this time you can not see apathy written on its face. Perhaps it's the bleeding heart of a ranch farmer, but before you is only a creature trying to survive. No, it's someone trying to survive. Is it foolish to believe that it was sitting with you out of comfort? And did it spare you out of their own consciousness? It appears human-like… then is it so far fetched it too has its own sensibility, just like other people?

It's not human. But… It is alive, sentient. Feeling. That does not mean it understands.

But maybe it can.

—

It still weighs heavily on you. Not surprising, given that it's been a week since you have met the creature… person… thing. It's still too human-appearing for you to comfortably label it as an animal. You really need to give it–them (because finding the sex of the creature is difficult, if it had any at all. Or maybe you just did not know what it looked like. You did not want to know the answer or go searching for one)–a name.

At night, the knowledge that you house a killer of two people haunts you. Two sides of yourself are at war, though it's largely your guilt festering inside of you. It's this, added with the paranoia that they'll decide to do the same to you, that makes sleepless nights common now. Tossing and turning, just waiting and lying for your death, only to realize that morning has once crept up the sky. Dawn breaks through and by then, you feel like death given the lack of sleep.

You did not have the strength to shoo them away. And they did not make an effort to leave–they left whenever they pleased. To do what, that evades you, but whatever they did was given how fast they return. You find that outside of eating, the creature lounges about, usually occupying your couch. They sleep a lot. You reckon that it's because they're still recovering from the wound. It had taken you a few days to reassure them that you were trying to treat them, but the language barrier was difficult to cross; bandaging the wound seems out of the question. Besides resting, they follow you, watching your everyday activities. For hours throughout the day, your hair would prick up and for several moments, you find yourself anticipating with baited breath for something, anything that would trigger them to assault you. But just like the nights before, nothing ever happens, and all you've done is stall your routine.

Unexpectedly, your routine hasn't changed much besides that, though there comes the bouts of unease with their presence and now you have to cook for two (well, more like three, since they can eat at least twice your portions).

Why did you start cooking for them? You don't know. (Whenever you are reminded that you, in fact, do not live alone anymore, you hear the faint voices of your parents, telling you to treat your ‘guest’ properly. ‘Guest’ is a bit generous, but you did not want to incur your parents’ loving wrath beyond the grave.) But on the day of your encounter, you decide against your instincts and make more pasta than you usually do.

When the bowl of pasta was presented to them, they gave you that usual chilling stare. They remained like this until you stuck a fork in it and ate some of their portion. That swayed them to take the bowl (with the utmost tenderness, likely mindful of its sharp talons–the behavior had you in awe for a little while) and eat it, digging their face into the bowl and ravaging the spaghetti. You bit back your tongue when specks of sauce and meat flew out, dirtying your carpet. Safe to assume that extraterrestrial beings did not have table etiquette.

That reminds you, you still haven't quite figured out what they are. You're almost a hundred percent sure that they do not belong to this world. Earth and its animals may have its oddities, but even this creature surpasses all of it in its uniqueness.

It eases you a bit that they act more bunny-like than their other arthropodic counterparts. It tricks your brain into thinking they are more docile than they seem to be. Sometime during their second day of their stay, they snatched your extra rags and towels from the laundry room before making a nest-like structure on your couch. During midday when you re-entered your home to make lunch, they were curled contently in their nest. Never again have you approached the couches of your living room, nor turn on the television. For all you know, they may be territorial or something.

As far as you know, they are not predatory animals–odd, given their fangs. All of your animals have never been touched by them, and as far as you know, not a single wildlife creature near you has been slaughtered. Actually, they are not opposed to eating anything. Whatever you have made, they have scraped your dishes clean, and there has been no strange– well, stranger–behavior exhibited by them afterwards. Either they have an especially strong stomach or they really can like humans. But based on their first appearance when they have snacked on your bell peppers, you can assume they lean more towards vegetation. After all, if they were carnivores why do they not prey on the nearby forest animals and instead barge into people's gardens? In fact, if they can eat vegetation, why not eat the wild vegetation, like grass and such?

They are so close to being human, it is terrifying.

You are no biologist, but many of their features do not make sense for them to possess. Animals have evolved with almost every bone, muscle, fur, organ, and limb altered to give them the best survivability. Rabbits do not need fangs because they eat vegetation, and spiders do not padded feet or even ears since they can sense vibrations. For archon's sake, it has three pairs of wings. What creature needs that many wings? Their tail is a weapon, a freaking blade. The main purpose of tails for Earth animals is for balance and stability, not to be swung around like that. Biologically, they should have neither of these combinations as features, and thinking about how it naturally came to be is enough to drive you crazy.

…Are they even natural? Were they conceived as is like any other wild animal in their own world, or…

A croak comes across the table and you glance up from your bowl of stew, your spoon having already sunk into the liquid depths. Damn it. The creature makes the noise again, their crossed pupils peering at you expectedly. You raise an eyebrow and note that their bowl is empty before sighing, picking up the ladle again to scoop more soup into their bowl. They go back to consuming the contents ravenously, clawed hands scooping up the meat and vegetables in their clawed hands before shoveling it in their mouth.

As the liquid contents drips from their hand, the color flickers, a deeper hue setting into the stew.

You cringe as specks of the liquid drop onto the wooden table. You bite back a sigh, knowing you will have to wipe the table.

Damn it, you have had enough with this.

Pushing back your chair, the wood screeches against the floorboards but you pay no mind. You grab a spoon from a drawer, and stomp around the table towards the creature. The creature pauses midchew, turning their head towards you. Cross pupils mark across you, brimming with wariness. For a moment the two of you are locked in eye contact before you break away. You reach over the table to grab a napkin, wiping your other hand with it despite it being clean. Then, you offer the napkin to them.

Their hand takes the napkin and they still a bit, seemingly confused, glancing back between the napkin and you. Slowly, they mimic your action, cleaning their hands, though clumsily so, likely not knowing the purpose of the napkin. After they do it for a few seconds, they peer back at you.

You offer it a gentle smile, a bit of warmth settling in your chest. You pluck the dirtied napkin from their grasp, taking a new napkin to wipe the rest of the remains of stew on their skin. They bristle at the contact, but relax. Raising another hand to grasp onto their wrist, you turn their hand to swipe across their palm thoroughly before retracting the napkin. In its place, you place a spoon in their now clean hand.

When their hand closes around the utensil, the spoon dents underneath their fingers, the handle contorting around their fingertips.

You gape at the cutlery. That is–was–a metal spoon.

Tentatively, you pry the tableware from their grasp and replace it with another spoon, a wooden (and less expensive) spoon. Thankfully, they seem to have gathered that they needed to control their strength. This time, they were successful even without your instructions! You assume that they have been watching you and learned to mimic you because they begin eating from the bowl like you do, spoon in hand. After their first bite, they turn from the bowl to you with a placid expression, a wordless question of affirmation. You nod.

They still chew loudly.

Despite this, you scoot your chair from across the table to beside them.

Behind you is the scratching of something, the floor it seems like. When you turn, it is their tail, swishing like that of a dog's, and the sharp end of it gently drags across the floorboards. It is an irritating sound, yet you cannot find yourself too upset.

if anyone has more ideas of their interactions please send through inbox so i can finish this oneshot. i have been banging my head on my desk for months now.

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Unwanted- Part 5

Paring: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Y/N is an enhanced SHIELD agent who is forced to work with the Avengers. What happens when they discover that she’s not alone?

A/N: I actually don't know where this series is going. But I have so many ideas. Feels good to be back!

"So how does it work?" Peter asked while he was playing with his fingers looking around.

"How does what works?" You confusingly asked without taking your eyes off the road.

"The thing with the alien, you know V..."He stared saying. However, he was cut by the sound of the breaks stopping abruptly the car.

"Don't" You said sighting. "Don't say it's name when I'm driving. We trained it to come out at the mention of its name. You don't want to see it crashing the car, do you?"

The young boys eyes were full of both wonder and fear. You didn't own him an explanation about why the name should not be mentioned under certain circumstances, but you knew what kind of kid he was, and how talkative he could be.

"Sorry, Miss Y/L/N. I didn't know." He said it with an apologetic look on his face.

The ride back to your apartment was normal. You were aware that he was late for school, and probably would end up in detention for it. But you both agreed to go to your apartment first if he could go on the passenger seat right next to yours.

After a long, long, long trip, where Peter talked about his suit, his friends, his projects, how cool Stark was, and how cool working with the Avengers was, you finally made it out to your apartment. Sure, the trip wasn't thaaat long, but to you it felt like ages.

"Wait here, I'll be right back." You said as you walked inside your apartment.

You enter your office looking for your safe box. You knew that maybe leaving important files was not the best thing, so you were more than in a hurry to find them. Once you stood in front of the box, you entered the password and opened it. As you took your files, you heard steps coming from your living room. Immediately you turn to Venom and prepare yourself in case you needed to kill someone.

However, the moment you stood foot in the other room, a loud sound stunned you, and suddenly the feared creature was no longer in control. Turning yourself back, you dropped to your knees and cried the pain in your head. You were fighting to keep yourself conscious; you couldn't give up. As you were about to stand on your feet, someone pushed you back to the floor.

"You know, we were expecting it to be more difficult. I guess you are just weak." A man that stood in front of you stared saying. "You are a hard fish to catch, let me give you that."

"Go. Fuck. Yourself." You said between groans. Your head was killing you, but your mind was too busy thinking about how to get out of there.

"Oh yeah, I will. After I get paid for delivering you to the boss." He said between laughs.

How did these people knew about Venom's weakness? Only you and some man at SHIELD knew about it, as it was supposed to be confidential information. Only you, Fury, Natasha, Hill, and...

"Rumblow." You said, looking straight into the man's eyes.

As you waited for the main man to give you any kind of confirmation that in deed it was Rumlow behind it, another man came into the room.

"Sir, we found a kid trying to enter the apartment. What do we do with him?" He said as a brunette man followed him with a sacred Peter Parker.

Peter's head was being held by the man's arm, and a gun was being pressed on his skull. You immediately tried to stand on your two feet; however, your body betrayed you, making you fall once again.

"Kill him." He said, as he saw your reaction upon seeing Peter being held. You could let the kid die; otherwise, you were dead. They will never forget you if Peter dies. How would Wanda look at you after realizing that it was your fault?

"NO!" You screamed as you finally pulled your body out of the ground to tackle the man standing in front of you. "PETER RUN NOW!"

And he did as you said. Peter quickly used his strength to pull himself out of the man's arms to run towards you. Immediately you stood up and grabbed Peter so he was behind you.

"Listen to me carefully, Peter. I'm going to need you to run as fast as you can. Did you hear me?" You said it without taking your eyes off the intruders.

"But Miss..."

"No. They can't know what you are capable of doing. Now do what I say and leave. Don't look back; don't come to get me; just run and find Stark." You finished whispering so only he could listen to what you were saying.

The truth was that you knew that Peter could take them down. But if these people wanted to take you to where Rumblow was, then you were more than eager to let yourself be taken.

With a nod that confirmed you that he understood his assignment, Peter ran as fast as he could towards the living room window. Guns were fired at him while you stopped one of Rumblow's men to follow him. As soon as he reached the window, he jumped, and you were once again on the living floor in pain. But relived knowing that he was no longer there.

"You bitch! You are going to regret that" Was the last thing that you heard as you were hit with the back of a gun, leaving you unconscious.

You woke up really hot. And not in the nice way. Your body felt as if you were on fire, as in you were being burned from the inside to the outside. The moment you opened your eyes, you saw yourself chained to a stretcher, and the heat came from right underneath it.

"Rise and shine." You heard a voice saying. Immediately you clench your jaw as you recognize who's voice was.

"You know, you should've told me that you had a sunbed. I would've wore my bikini." You said spitting his face.

"Keep that attitude, and you know how it will end." Romblow said wapping his face.

"I'm counting on it, dumbass." You said with a big smile on your face.

The truth was, you loved it. Not the burning pain that you were feeling. But being so close to Rublow. Knowing that he actually was scared. Because boy, you had all the time in the world, but he? He knew the clock was ticking and that he had a few hours before S.H.I.E.L.D. would know your location.

"I could kill you right here right now." The man in front of you said grabing you by the hair.

"I know, but she won't allow you, will she? You are scared of her, I can see it." You replied.

"You are right. But that's the thing. I'm not going to kill you. Nah!" He said as he walked next to a table full of surgical instruments. "I'm going to destroy every hope you have of taking down Hydra." He grabbed a scalpel with one hand and, with the other, grabbed the back of your head. "I'm going to kill your new friends, so you have no one." He said while pressing the blade down your head hard enough to make you bleed but not enough to cut you too deep. "And after that, I'm going to free it, and then they will see you as their threat. And when you realize that you are alone and hopeless, then I will take you to HER. She can't wait to see you and continue with the work she started. You will be all hers!"

"Fuck you!" Was all you dared to say. You couldn't go back to her. You had come so far to be back at that place. Sure, you hated S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avangers, but deep down you knew that they were the only path to revenge. You needed them; you needed Venom. And he knew it.

"Bring Dr. Ackermann. Now!" Romblow said to one of his soldiers.

Back at the compound, the things were not better. Peter had come burst through the door screaming for help, alarming the whole team.

"Hey kid, slow down, what happened?" Tony asked him.

"It's... um... It's miss Y/L/N... We were at her place, and some guys came over, and they... um, they took her. She is gone." He said

The team shared the same worrying expression. You were supposed to take Peter to school; how could something like that happen? But most important, who would do something like that?

"What do you mean she is gone Peter?" Natasha asked.

"They had this device that was emitting some sound that hurt her. And she couldn't move. She asked me to come to you guys. We need to help her." Peter said. Upon hearing what Peter said, Natasha sent him with Bruce to the medbay to see if he had any injuries.

"You know something, don't you?" Wanda asked the spy. She knew something bad had happened. Maybe something related to your hatred thowars Hydra? She didn't know. All she knew was that she had to help you, just like you did with her.

"Y/N has a bomb in her head." Natasha said. The team were left speechless. Wanda couldn't comprehend why. Why would you have that on you? You were not a bad person; she was sure of that. You just needed someone to take care of you. Why would someone put that device on your head?

"What do you mean?" Tony asked.

"When S.H.I.E.L.D. got their hands on Y/N, she was unstable. She couldn't control Venom, in fact, it controlled her. So Fury decided that the best thing to do was to build a device that could control Venom, since she couldn't do it. It turns out that loud sounds and fire are one of it's weaknesses. They built a device that emits piercing sounds straight to her brain." Natasha explained.

Inmediatly, Wanda understood the events of the first night that she encountered the alien. That ringing noise that she heard, the way you twisted in pain, how Venom froze. You were just trying to protect her, and in doing so, you were hurting yourself.

"Okay, and what does this have to do with the bomb?" Bucky asked.

"One time while we were training, she lost control of her body to Venom. It was a disaster; four agents died that day. Venom just tear them apart. So she asked Fury to put a bomb in her head, so if she ever loses control again, she will eliminate Venom before it harms anyone."

"And by that, you mean that'she will eliminate herself'?". Sam asked. As soon as those words left Sam's mouth, Wanda had to leave the room. She just felt like it was too much for her. She felt nauseous.

She had to get out of there.

Wanda run to your room. It was the first time since the incident that she actually got to see it. It was almost empty. There was nothing that really reminded her of you. And that showed her how little she knew you. When she first came to the Avengers Towel, she felt lost. She had just lost Pietro, and she was all alone. Like you. You both had lost so much. She was determined to help you. She wanted to help you. Who knows, maybe one day you two could grow up and be friends, she thought. All she knew was that she couldn't leave you like that.

She came back to where she had left her teamates with another set of thoughts. "What's the plan?" Wanda said.

"I just talked to Fury; he has her location. She has a tracker, just in case something like this happens" Natasha said.

"Alright team, suit up." Said Steve.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #marvel #reader #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff x female reader

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narcissistshandler · 1 year ago

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Can you fo reader x JongGun🙏

Like after Daniel broke his arm, he comes to your apartment, you might worried, teasing him or being jealous, and everything happens after that...

𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗪𝗘?

✧ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 gn! reader x park jong gun

✧ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 top!amab reader, bottom! gun, anal sex, masturbation (mentioned), jealous behavior, thoughts about hurting and drawing blood (in a romantic way), broken bones, and some sadism/masochism at the end

✧ 𝖠/𝖭 yeah, I didn't like the result of that (this has not been edited so please let me know if there is any mention/hint of the reader's gender)

He was already there when you arrived, even if you didn't notice his presence, one with the shadows of the room. It was as if he purposefully sought to hide and leave you with the uncomfortable feeling that you weren't alone, that there were eyes following you, and that there was something out of place - even if you didn't know for sure what.

And when you flicked the finger on the switch and the room filled with light, you couldn't help but jump when saw him sitting on your bed, with an unusual smile on his face, the eyes darker than usual, and wearing only one of your shirts. There was a tension there that you only felt when you stepped towards him and saw the spark of amusement in the curve of his lips, the excited insanity.

The air seemed to grow thicker, even though you merely tried to engage him in shallow conversation. Which you already had enough experience with to know it was difficult. Gun was reserved, in the best of words. He came and went as he pleased, had what he wanted and then disappeared without even an explanation.

What were you? You asked yourself every damn day. Your circle was smaller than it seemed, you heard his name quite often and it wasn't uncommon to bump into him, he also had the keys to your house, but that didn't make what you had something serious.

You tried not to think about it as Gun kissed you - ravaged your mouth as if he was furious with you, or at the very least, very excited. He was eager today - pulling your clothes off, biting your neck, fighting the fabric of your pants to get to your dick as quickly as possible. He was also talkative, 'I prepared myself for you while I waited', 'I thought about you while I did it', he said, knowing exactly how to tease you and leave you wanting him. 'I came on your bed, on your sheets, on your pillow', and you can almost smell him in your room after those words leave his mouth.

And his ass really was prepared for you, dripping with lube on your bed and his hard dick forming a tent under the shirt he had stolen from your closet.

You felt like a crazy person, like an addict who couldn't fight the source of the addiction. Gun only had to spread his legs for you, and like an eager puppy, you lined yourself up with a shaking hand on the relaxed hole and sank inside, where you belonged. What are we? The question came back to you. What does all this make us? Because you knew it had been months, maybe years, since Gun had slept with anyone else, neither did you.

You grabbed Gun's hands, somehow wanting to force him to answer the question that didn't even come out of your mouth and tried to hold his arms up. You wanted to know if he felt the same way. "Urgh," Gun groaned, and easily fought against your power. The sound full of pain and discomfort sounded alien in his mouth and it completely captured your attention. Only then did you notice that Gun wasn't moving one of his arms, which was swollen and turning red.

Your movements began to slow down, until they almost stopped. "Don't you dare!" He grunted, legs immediately wrapping around your waist and heels digging into your ass.

"You’re hurt, you need to go to the hospital," you argued, not being able to help but worry, but Gun wasn’t having any of it. Even with one of his arms broken, he moved as nimbly as usual and he easily reversed your positions so that he was now sitting on top of you, your cock not even leaving the heat of his hole. "You're fucking insane!" you moaned at the show of strength. Gun looked damn erotic on top of you, riding you, even with one of his arms limp at his side, wrapped in the long sleeve of your shirt.

"As if you didn't already know that," he replied, the smile wide on his kiss-swollen lips. "I came here to fuck, not get medical advice, so shut up and let me work."

But you just couldn't shut up. "What- ah, happened?" You asked through clenched teeth as you watched Gun's long, firm legs sink into the mattress with each rise and fall, his dick hidden under the shirt forming a wet spot on the fabric.

Gun responded to you without haste, releasing disjointed sentences and words as he mounted you, firmly and quickly, successfully taking the breath away from both of you. “Charles Choi,” he said, and then “fight” and a “brat” that he repeated a few times and that you didn’t think much of until you noticed who it referred to – Daniel.

"Daniel broke your arm?" You repeated his words, your fingers digging into Gun's thighs in a failed attempt to slow him down so you could make sure you heard him right.

Gun's smile seemed to get even bigger, and for the first time, you hated seeing him smiling.

"Why? Jealous?" And only Gun would think anyone would be jealous of someone taking blood and breaking someone else's bones. But then wasn't that what you were feeling? Not anger at Daniel for hurting Gun, but jealousy. Jealousy that you wasn't the one to hurt him, leave your mark behind on Gun's body and that Daniel was the one to get Gun all hot and excited.

That strange, possessive part of your mind stirred - you almost wanted to draw blood from Gun at that moment.

"You’re a slut," you accused, not at all denying Gun’s statement. He chuckled and swiveled his hips in a sensual circle, the good hand resting on your stomach. He was teasing you, you realized.

Then the notion hit you, you didn't need to resort to such methods to mark him as yours, after all, only you were capable of having him like this, naked, in your bed, with hot cheeks and fucking himself on your dick. You had already left your mark implanted deep into his body where you doubted anyone else would ever be able to be.

Your feet dug into the mattress, hips jumping off the bed to slam against Gun's ass. The sound he made was downright obscene, what looked like tears glistening in the corners of his black eyes, the psychotic smile still there. He was yours, it was the first time you noticed. He had chosen to come to you, because no one else knew this slutty side of him, because no one else could feed that side, only you.

Gun fell willingly against your chest, moaning and trying to move back against you, hungry, looking for more of your cock, more of the aggression and pain. Pain. One of your hands rested on his back, keeping him lying on top of you and the other wandered, found Gun's long fingers and then closed around his wrist, tightly and then, you pulled his broken arm.

The scream that came from Gun's throat would forever be etched in your memory; his cock twitched and spilled, further soiling the shirt he was wearing.

At that moment, you knew what you two were, complete lunatics who would always find in each other exactly what they needed. There were no longer any doubts.

#x male reader #x gn reader #x top male reader #top gn reader #x top reader #lookism x reader #lookism fic #lookism x male reader #lookism smut #lookism x you #lookism x gn reader #gun x reader #gun x male reader #gun x gn reader #bottom character

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kabr0ztrousers · 9 days ago

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ngl kinda just need oviposition with ftm reader. thats all LMAO

An FtM reader? A little tricky seeing I don't have any lived experience in that field, but this series was about pushing myself in new creative directions, so let's see what happens!

Kabr0z Writes Episode 35: Interdiction

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: oviposition; noncon; brainwashing; weird science; loss of property; alien abduction; kidnap; forced impregnation; inflation; egg inflation

A/N: Another sci-fi story because I did a feral egging scene recently, and while that's pretty hot variety really is the spice of life. I'm also couching this one in the world of Elite, so that's fun.

Still taking the time to remind you all that requests are free and open, I have a bit of a backlog after yesterday to work through but if you ask for something, it'll probably happen!

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Exit Frameshift in three, two, one...

Bang. You pulled hard on the stick, steering away from the star and zeroing the throttle. The reality of supercruise means you're still moving at about 30 klicks a second, but that's as close to stationary when considering distances measured in light-seconds. You steered to your next jump vector and rose from your flight seat. Not best practice, your engine emissions a beacon across the whole system, but you're well past the pirate belt in uncharted space. The only contacts you'll see out here are either enterprising extreme-range miners or the desperate pirates preying on them, even they're vanishingly rare.

Space is big. Really big. Even a star system is small in comparison. There's a good chance nobody's ever been here before.

The thought comforted you as you rehydrated some food and applied your hormones. You thought back to home: a dump of a refinery station in the middle of Alliance space. You'd watch the spacers in the huge type-9 haulers bring in kilotons of ore at a time. You'd tried flying freight. The money's good, and there's no passengers to annoy you, but the trade routes were samey and the pirates were always hungry for a mark. You did exactly as much as you needed to kit out your Diamondback and set off for Beagle Point. They say reaching the end of everything changes you. You needed to see for yourself.

You never made it there.

Halfway through your tray of food-flavoured protein paste your instrument panel lit up. Something was flying hard up your tailpipe, probably not friendly.

You hit the leather of the flight chair and gunned the throttle, wrestling the interdiction beam threatening to pull you out of supercruise. You were moving too slow, and the other ship had the headstart on you. Lights dimmed and smoke rose from your console as your FSD struggled to dump heat into the rest of the ship. You'd lost main power, battery backups kicked in to maintain air as you craned to see what had caught you.

You couldn't see the ship so much as see where it blotted out stars. A great dark silhouette threatening to crush you in its absence of form.

A great maw opened on the surface of the object, drawing nearer to you. Your docking computer flared to life and started calculating vectors, bringing you in to land even as you struggled to disengage it. The whole ship jolted as you touched down, almost throwing you from your seat.

You grabbed a pulse rifle and flipped your table, it wasn't much cover, but it'd have to do.

Splintering glass. You flew backwards in a rush of wind as the cockpit depressurised, the emergency helmet in your flight suit deploying around your head, just before something hit you, and you lost consciousness.

You awoke connected to monitors, a tube sticking down your throat. Two large reptilian... men? were talking. You assume they were talking, and assume they were men. They were heavily built, upright, bipedal, and wore long white gowns, the purplish light in the room casting them in faint lavender.

They looked at you. One clipped a smooth piece of metal to the side of its face

"Greetings, you have been captured" The alien's voice was strangely familiar.

It was the voice from the Galnet broadcasts

"Where am I? What have you done with my ship? You tried to pull the tube from your mouth, but your hands were restrained to the slab you were lay on.

"Your vessel has been disassembled for study. Your technology and biology has been categorised."

Your heart broke. That ship was your pride and joy, you knew every inch of it, and now it's gone. You slumped back, staring up at the ceiling as the newsreader voice continued.

"We have identified that your biology is acceptable to host our eggs. This is the reason you have been revived. Implantation has a greater success rate when the subject is not anaesthetised"

You jolted up. Eggs? The fuck?

The lizards approached you. You could see now their robes were open at the front revealing their bodies. They were each holding scissors.

They cut you out of your clothes. First opening the reinforced kevlar of your flight suit as though it was tissue paper, then snipping through your binder and boxers revealing your naked, hairy body.

One placed a metal disk on your midriff, where you felt it stick. They pressed a button on a control pad and electricity started pulsing through you. Your hair stood on end as your nipples hardened and your cunt moistened, your bulbous clit standing erect. The lizards looked at one another, and their hands fell upon you. Two fingers were shoved down your throat, making you gag as the other set to work on your pussy. Both ends of you were being worked, forced to produce fluids and lubricate you for what was to come. The throat slime rising in your mouth and the insistent fingertips on your slit. The one at your pussy grabbed your clit between two fingers and started jerking it, rubbing the hood over your tdick.

Your struggling against your bonds turned to writhing in pleasure, bucking your hips against the lizard's hand. Its fingers pushed inside you and started pumping, his other hand still jacking you off. You couldn't resist sucking on the fingers in your mouth as your orgasm washed over you, moaning around the hand in your mouth and squirting thin fluid from your cunt at the alien servicing you. The hands released you. You held your mouth open and presented your cunt to them, eager for more.

You could see cocks emerging from the slots on their crotches, dripping fluid and pulsing.

They fell upon you. In a flash your cunt was filled, your clit grinding against the rough scales on the lizard's belly. The other lizard followed suit, burying himself in your throat. His precum was sour and slimy, easily lubricating him as he pounded into your mouth and throat. The tube seemed to be to breathe through, otherwise you'd definitely pass out on the rod forcing its way down.

You could feel another orgasm pressing against you, making your cunt clench against the cock inside you as the lizard's thrusting rubbed your clit. The device on your belly pulsed harder and you heard both of the reptiles grunt in anticipation. They could clearly feel it too, fucking your holes even harder and filling you with that slimy pre. The pulses made you ache. You kept humping against the cock in your cunt, tongue sticking out to lick at the one in your throat even as it ravaged you. One of them grabbed your tits, rubbing your erect nipples and pushing you over the edge.

Your body twisted as you clenched and squirted all over the one in your pussy. Your eyes defocused and crossed. Both lizards hilted in you at once, the lewd sounds you kept making clearly pushing them over the edge.

The bases of their cocks expanded, locking them in. One pushed against the entrance of your womb, the other halfway down your throat. They started to throb and pulse, twitching as the lizards groaned. You felt thick cum flood you before solid objects started moving down them. One after another, eggs pushed into you, bulging your belly and pressing up against one another.

Your skin stretched until the metal device popped off you. The cloud of desire lifted from you and you tried to scream, wheezing down the tube leading into your airway until one of the aliens grabbed it and pressed it against your ass.

You almost orgasmed again when it started back up, each egg driving a wave of excitement and arousal through your body as they flowed into your womb and your stomach.

You were bulging and round when they pulled out, gravid and pregnant with dozens and dozens of eggs. The one at your pussy slapped your ass when he pulled out, the sudden shock sending another firecracker-orgasm through you, making you whimper and twitch, unable to move for the volume of eggs in you

The lizards left the room, and you felt numbness flow through you again, surrendering yourself to drugged sleep

You never did reach Beagle Point

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I feel like I was able to keep the Elite technobabble to a minimum here, most of the terms are pretty self-explanatory and no worse than Trek can be

Either way, my research has shown that if I remind you at the top and bottom of an episode to send an ask if you have a request, I get traction. So please, if there's something you want me to try out, revisit, reimagine, or you just want to send a dirty picture, my asks and DMs are open and I'm always hungry for ideas!

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thatsmzbitchtoyou · 2 months ago

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Things Are Not As They Seem -Oneshot

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Bucky held his gun high, poised for any kind of attack. The warehouse seemed deserted, but things aren’t always as they seem. Behind him was his mission partner, Y/N, pressed up against him and watching his six. Their partnership had been gawked at at first. He was the ex-Winter Soldier, a spy, soldier, sniper, and she was a short, plus sized woman wearing an oversized kaftan dress, walking barefoot on the dirty warehouse floor. But he trusted her more than any other partner, besides maybe Steve or Sam, that he’d ever been paired up with.

Y/N had the power to manipulate the elements. She was walking barefoot so that she could feel the ground beneath them and detect movement from beyond what they could see, her wrists slightly rolling as her fingertips glowed green and a wispy light weaved in between her fingers. She would randomly send a pulse down through her feet into the floor, and it would sweep undetected through the building and beyond, metaphorically tasting the air, the earth, the dripping water he heard nearby, and heat signatures. Bucky had found her incredibly attractive from the first moment he met her, and as they worked together his feelings of camaraderie and friendship morphed into something more that he hadn’t felt in decades. He couldn’t think of a better partner to have than a literal walking danger detector, who also kept him on his toes since he was so aware of her wherever they went.

They turned another corner and he stopped, reaching back and pulling her to his front, facing a door that led into what looked like a lab. “What do you see, Gaia?” he whispered.

Y/N lightly scoffed at the nickname he’d given her, referring to her abilities like she was Mother Earth personified. “Nothing human,” she replied, the wispy green light flowing from her fingers onto the floor and below the lab door.

“What does that mean?” Bucky asked, his metal arm holding the gun while his flesh hand grabbed at her dress, ready to pull her back any second.

“It’s like a…pulse of energy,” she said, leading him closer to the door. “Alive but…not sentient.” They both peeked through the glass of the door, then Y/N sighed and laughed at herself. “It’s a fucking plant,” she said, opening the door and stepping inside.

Bucky followed her quickly, putting his gun away as they walked over to the plant sitting on an exam table. He frowned at it. “That’s not like any plant I’ve ever seen,” he mused.

Y/N slowly circled around the table the plant was on, her power floating around it. The plant looked like some kind of alien flower, with little shoots sprouting down its stems that almost looked like they were suckers on an octopus. The flower part had anthers that were long and wispy, swaying in the nonexistent breeze of the lab. The anthers seemed to try and follow Y/N’s power as it swirled around them. “Weird,” she whispered. The flowers pulsed when Bucky got closer. “Careful,” Y/N said. “We don’t know what this is capable of.”

Bucky nodded, not liking the way the flowers reacted to him. He circled the table while Y/N went over to the desk in the corner, opening drawers, inserting a hard drive into the computer sitting on it and searching for information. The whole reason they had been sent out to the warehouse was to investigate a strange energy reading, and now that they had found it they needed to find a way to report back. He pulled out his phone and started taking pictures of the plant from all different angles when Y/N suddenly gasped behind him. He quickly turned to face her and she looked horrified, staring at something behind him. “Don't move,” she said.

He froze, his eyes widening. He stood as still as possible while Y/N approached him with her power moving faster in her hand. “What’s wrong?” he whispered, barely moving his lips.

“The plant moved,” Y/N said. “One of its stems is reaching for you.”

Bucky frowned, his jaw ticking in annoyance and fear. “For fuck’s sake,” he groaned. “What do I do?”

“Just…slowly, step toward me,” Y/N said, reaching her hand out to him.

Bucky tried to keep his breathing steady, and just as he took his first step he was suddenly wrenched back by his metal shoulder. Y/N screamed as the plant’s suckers held him tight and twisted him to face one of the flowers. Bucky didn’t have time to even think before the anthers emitted a puff of mist right in his face. He spat and coughed, shutting his eyes tight as his metal hand ripped the stem off. It dropped its hold on him and he sputtered as he fell back and crawled away from the plant. Y/N’s power gripped the plant and it spasmed as she made it shrivel and tear itself apart. The flowers’ color drained and then the entire thing thumped sideways out of its pot, laying dead against the table.

“Buck! Oh my god, are you okay?” Y/N asked, sounding frantic as he felt her kneel in front of him, her hands cupping his face.

He continued coughing, trying to get the acrid taste of the mist out of his mouth. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine, I think,” he said, rubbing his eyes before looking at her. For a split second it almost looked like Y/N was within an inch of his face, licking her lips. He blinked hard and when he opened his eyes again she was a few inches away, looking at him with worry. What the hell was that?

“Your eyes are red,” she said, slightly turning his face to get a good look at him. “How are you feeling? Does anything hurt?”

“I, um…” He looked himself over. His head felt a little fuzzy and disoriented, but overall he felt fine. “I think I’m good,” he said, glancing back at the plant. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

“Definitely,” she nodded, stepping back and helping him stand up. They quickly walked out of the warehouse and back to the cloaked Quinjet that revealed itself once they were within twenty yards of it. They climbed aboard and got themselves settled in their seats, taking off as fast as possible. Y/N sighed once they were in the air and leveled out, unbuckling herself and walking over to one of the side panels, opening it and pulling out the med kit.

“I’m fine, Y/N,” Bucky insisted as she brought it over and set it down next to him.

“I don’t care if you feel fine, we’re going to double check,” she said pointedly, raising her eyebrows at him. She pulled out two devices that looked like tasers, gesturing for Bucky to hand over his right arm. He sighed and twisted himself so she could pull up his sleeve, then pressed the gun to his inner elbow and pulled the trigger. Bucky barely winced as it shot a few prongs into his skin, taking a blood sample and depositing it into a small beaker attached to the device that tested his blood for any abnormalities. She set it aside to do its job as she grabbed the other one and then kneeled in front of him between his knees. He blinked and then his eyes bulged as he looked down and watched her rub her hands up and over his thighs. “Let me help you feel better, baby,” she said, her voice sounding airy and wanton.

“W-what?” he asked.

He blinked again and Y/N changed. Her hands were still holding the device, adjusting its settings as she sat back on her haunches in front of him. She looked up at him with a frown. “What? I didn’t say anything.”

“Oh, uh, sorry,” Bucky said, feeling confused and a little crestfallen. Something was wrong. He was hallucinating. What was in that mist? He cleared his throat and tried to adjust himself in his seat, desperately willing his growing erection to go away before she saw it.

A moment later Y/N sat up on her knees and held it up to his forehead. A blue light appeared and she scanned it over his whole body, then sat back as it processed.

Elevated heart rate and brain responses in the hippocampus, a little electronic voice rang out from the device. All other vitals are normal.

Y/N hummed, looking unconvinced, before she stood and grabbed the other device again. She pushed a button and a small holographic screen pulled up from it. She read over his blood levels then sighed and turned it off. “Well, everything seems normal. But you’ll tell me if something’s wrong, right?”

Bucky couldn’t bring himself to admit that he was having hallucinations about her. How could he tell her? “Yeah, I keep seeing you say or do kinda dirty things and now I have a raging boner.” He’d rather just die on the spot. He smiled tightly and nodded. She still looked unconvinced, but nodded back at him and took the med kit away.

By the time they reached the compound Bucky was pretty sure he was going to go insane. Every time he looked at her there would be a new hallucination of her saying something dirty, leaning too close to him, touching him, and as they walked off the Quinjet he could have sworn that her kaftan dress warped into the tightest catsuit that stretched deliciously over her curvaceous hips swaying as she walked. He kept shaking his head and rubbing his eyes like somehow that would make it better, although knowing it wouldn’t.

They did a quick mission debrief with Fury and then he followed her into the kitchen. Maybe getting something in his system would help burn through the mist faster.

He opened the fridge and pulled out a water bottle, chugging it within a minute then pulling out another one. “Jesus, Buck, are you sure you’re okay?” Y/N asked from the opposite counter where she was making a sandwich.

Bucky didn’t dare turn to look at her, knowing it would just be another fake image. He shook his head and tried to play it off with a laugh. “Yeah, I’m fine, just a dry throat,” he said quickly.

“Hm. Well, are you hungry? I can make another sandwich?”

“Uh, yeah, that’d be great, thank you,” he replied, leaning against the counter on his elbows, keeping his head down and turned away.

There was a beat of silence between them, the only noise in the kitchen was of her messing with the bread and the knife. She sidled up to him and handed him a plate with a sandwich on it a minute later. Her hand squeezed his arm and he bit his lip and shut his eyes tight. “There you go,” she said. “Hope that helps. But if you need anything else, baby, I could always suck you off....”

His head whipped around and he stared at her. Y/N looked at him in surprise at his quick movement. “What did you just say?” he breathed.

“What?” Y/N asked worriedly.

“Repeat what you just said,” Bucky demanded.

She frowned. “I said here you go, hope that helps, if you need anything else just let me know?”

He groaned and leaned back on the counter, resting his forehead against his forearm. “Great, now auditory hallucinations,” he murmured.

“Buck, what’s going on?” Y/N asked exasperatedly. “There’s something you’re not telling me.”

He took a deep breath and rubbed his face harshly. “I think that flower is fucking with my head. I keep…seeing things. And now hearing things that aren’t actually happening. It’s driving me crazy.”

“Seeing and hearing things? Like what?”

“You don’t wanna know,” Bucky said lowly.

“I can’t help you if I don’t know,” Y/N said comfortingly, stepping closer to him.

“It’s just,” he paused, looking at her. She was really close, and he tentatively reached his hand out to touch her. Right as his fingers made contact with her cheek the image fell away and she was inches away from his touch. “See! You’re not where I thought you were!” he said loudly, reaching his hands up and tugging at his hair. “God, I keep seeing you saying and doing really suggestive, sexual things and then I blink and it’s not what I thought it was, and just now you were just trying to help me and it sounded like you were offering to suck me off! I’m literally going insane.”

“Did it happen with Fury when we debriefed?” she asked, looking wary.

“Uh, no,” Bucky shook his head, leaning over so his hands were on his knees, trying to calm his panicked breathing.

Y/N hummed. “The stuff I downloaded from the computer at that lab said something about the plant toxin making people react differently to those they are attracted to,” she said.

“Did it say when it would stop?” Bucky asked, sitting at the table and shutting his eyes.

“In a few hours,” Y/N replied, sounding closer to him. “Though with the serum I’m sure it’ll only be a little while longer for you.” She stood in front of him and cupped his face in her hands, making him look at her. “Eat the sandwich, drink lots more water, go to bed, and then we can talk tomorrow and see if the hallucinations are still there, okay?”

Bucky nodded, enjoying the feeling of her hands on his face. “I’m sorry. This is really embarrassing–”

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Y/N smirked at him. “And you don’t need to be embarrassed.” She leaned down to be face to face with him, her smirk twisting into something playful and mischievous. “We can discuss me sucking you off later.”

His eyes widened, and he blinked a few times to try and reset the hallucination. “W-w-what was that?” he asked.

“I said, we can discuss me sucking you off later,” she repeated, her smile widening and one eyebrow arching at him.

“I-I-I think I’m, um, not hearing you correctly,” Bucky sputtered.

Y/N suddenly leaned in and kissed him. He gasped, closing his eyes and trying to see if it was real or not. The kiss was short and sweet, and when she pulled away he tried to follow her. “You heard me correctly,” she whispered, giving his lips one more peck before letting go of his face and standing back up straight. “Sleep well, Buck.”

She took her sandwich and her drink, swaying her hips as she walked out of the kitchen. Just before she rounded the corner she looked back and gave him a wink, then disappeared. Bucky stared after her. His flesh fingers traced over his mouth, then he licked his lips. They tasted like the minty lip gloss she liked to wear, the only proof he had that it was all real. His metal hand pushed down on his boner, trying to relieve the pent up tension as he groaned again. “Fuck me.”

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