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meiliarotten · 1 year ago

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Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Two: Electric Boogaloo

Day 31: Performance Enhancers (Aphrodisiacs)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Medic x Fem!Reader

Summary: Medic is trying to make some performance enhancers for his teammates. In a way, he succeeds, but these effects aren’t going to be much help on the battlefield.

Tags: Aphrodisiacs, oral, experiments gone sexual, begging, overstimulation

Word Count: 3.5k

The Masterlist

It was a secret to no one that Medic experiments tended to go hand-in-hand with dubious ethics and even more questionable safety standards. The Spy head that he perpetually kept in a mini fridge was evidence enough of that. You could still remember the way you shrieked when you first opened that fridge, searching for something refreshing to sip on, only to be met with the decapitated Frenchman who immediately begged for you to kill him. However, that had been a long time ago, and you were now quite well acquainted with not only your dear doctor, but also his affinity for morbid experimentation. It was just another one of many things that attracted you to him.

What wasn’t always so attractive were the unforeseen consequences of some of these experiments. The bread monster incident was just one such occasion. One time a baby baboon pumped full of growth hormones and baby formula had gotten loose in the mess hall. Another occasion involved some horrid mix between mad science and necromancy that nearly started a zombie apocalypse. That last one just happened to occur during Halloween, so you could admire the seasonal appropriateness, if nothing else.

The invention of a truth serum was probably one of the worst happenings though. It probably wouldn’t have been too bad… if it weren’t paired with poker night. An inability to bluff and a few poorly chosen words later, what amounted to a family game night nearly escalated into a full out brawl that left at least one grown man in tears- probably Scout. Things were said that night, things that should never be repeated. The truth serum was now kept in a locked safe.

All that said, this was still probably one of the most surprising of unforeseen consequences that you had ever stumbled upon, perhaps simply due to the subtly of it. There were no explosions to be heard, no toxic fumes to air out, and not a single decapitated head or severed limb in sight. No, instead what you walked in on was a very jittery, very flushed, and very much visibly aroused Medic desperately fanning his red face with some paperwork that he had been procrastinating on for days. It was in this state that you found him, and while you had several questions, almost all of them could be summed up with a simple, ‘what the hell happened here?’

Medic was quick to explain himself, although his voice lacked the confidence it usually carried whenever he talked about his latest scientific endeavors. “I was experimenting with some performance enhancers. Just a little something to give our team more of an edge in battle.” Medic’s eyes darted around the room, trying to avoid your inquisitive gaze. It was like he was nervous or even embarrassed to have been caught in such a vulnerable state. “It’s all quite simple, really. Increased blood flow, inducing adrenaline rushes, etcetera. These are temporary side effects of the serum that will all be worked out in the end, I assure you!”

Etcetera? Medic had just used the word ‘etcetera’ to describe one of his experiments. On any other day the mad doctor would have eagerly walked you through every tiny detail of complex chemical reactions, discussing which components caused certain effects or nullified others. For him to simply trail off like that was proof enough that these ‘simple side effects’ were affecting him far more severely than he was letting on.

“Well, it certainly is increasing blood flow,” you said, unable to resist the urge to make the most obvious quip at his expense. At least that managed to get a chuckle out of him. Medic glanced aside, looking uncharacteristically bashful.

“Ja, testing it on myself probably wasn’t my best decision,” he admitted.

You heaved an exasperated sigh, placing your head in your hands. “God damn it, Medic, imagine how badly this could have gone if this ‘blood flow’ had decided to rush anywhere else! You could have had a stroke or something.” He could probably use a few strokes of a different kind right about now, but you didn’t say that bit out loud, no matter how funny it might be.

“Well, that’s what respawn is for,” Medic said, shrugging off your concern. You rolled your eyes. Functional immortality really did put a damper on one’s sense of self preservation. “That said, would you mind assisting me, liebchen?”

“I don’t know, Medic,” you said, reluctance evident in your tone. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to help him. In fact you would very much enjoy it. There was just something you had to make sure of first. “Are you even in your right mind at the moment?”

“Oh I certainly am! Nothing in the serum affects cognition,” he assured you. “And I would really appreciate your help.” He paused when a shudder ran up his spine. You couldn’t deny you loved how positively needy he looked, and then came the nail in the coffin. “ Bitte , mein liebling.”

Fuck, that tone. It corroded any lingering inhibitions you may have had. You were ready, now thoroughly reassured that a Medic was in his right mind- well, as much as a mad scientist willing to commit grand theft skeleton could be, anyway. “Alright, but let’s at least take this somewhere more comfortable,” you said, nodding towards Medic’s room, conveniently located in an offshoot room of the infirmary.

You could have sworn Medic was shaking as you led him there, directing him to sit on the bed while you dropped to your knees in front of him. He was so hard, painfully hard, evident even through the thick fabric of his jodhpurs. You made quick work of the buttons and zippers, pulling him from the confines of his briefs to feel him twitch in your hand. Your breathing quickened, but you couldn’t let yourself get too hot and bothered. You were on a mission.

Precum already leaked from Medic’s cock, dripping down the shaft. You could taste it as you took him into your mouth. His head fell back and he groaned as you began to set a steady pace, bobbing your head and keeping your lips tight around his length. You felt him throb against your tongue when you moaned around him, knowing how much he loved the vibrations it caused. With how desperate Medic was, you had expected this to be quick. However, it seemed that his stamina had increased alongside his libido.

You pulled away, giving yourself a chance to breathe more easily and letting your aching jaw rest. “You really need to be more careful with these things,” you said, once again scolding Medic for his recklessness. “I know we have respawn, but-”

Medic grabbed your hair, and you were cut off mid sentence as he pushed you back towards his cock, you gasped, grabbing onto his thighs to keep from falling forward. You glanced up at him with wide eyes, startled by the sudden forcefulness. The moment his gaze met yours the tight grip on your hair was released.

“Oh Gott, I’m sorry, liebchen!” Medic said, panicking a bit when he realized how rough he had been with no warning. Even so, that neediness still shined through as he begged you. “But please, don’t stop!”

He sounded so desperate that you couldn’t bring yourself to be mad. “Alright, I won’t stop,” you reassured him. Your voice shook, and while one may assume it was from nerves you knew deep down that it was from arousal. You hadn’t exactly minded the rougher treatment from your doctor. Once again, you tried to shake the feeling off, focusing on your task.

You picked up where you left off, working your tongue just the way he liked, distracting yourself from the stiffness beginning to settle in your neck by listening to his moans. You had never heard Medic be so vocal before. He was already a fairly loud and excitable man, whether in or out of bed, but this was definitely the loudest you had ever managed to get him to be from a simple blow job alone. You heard his voice start to break. That along with the way he twitched within your mouth signaled that he was close.

Medic pressed a hand over his mouth, but it did little to muffle the sinful noises he made when his climax overtook him. His hips twitched slightly, only going still when you placed your hands on his waist. You gripped him tightly, but not hard enough to hurt. It was just enough to let him know that he needed to control himself, or at least try to avoid thrusting down your throat without warning.

When the twitching and shuddering finally subsided you pulled away, taking in a much needed breath of air. “Fuck, that was hot,” you said, panting. There was no point in hiding how attractive you found the whole situation anymore. Medic was observant. He would have noticed anyway. So you decided to just outright ask for what you wanted. “You wouldn’t mind returning the favor, would you?”

“Of course, darling.” He chuckled, low and devious. “I’m not done with you yet.” Medic didn’t sound like he had calmed down at all. If anything, his voice seemed to growl, giving him a feral edge. Before you knew it you were thrown onto the bed, being peppered with kisses so fast it made your head spin. You squirmed under the relentless barrage of affection, barely restraining the soft moans that fell from your lips. Your hips bucked and met with a familiar hardness, but surely it couldn’t be…

You managed to steal a glance downward, and sure enough, Medic was already erect again. Apparently this serum of his shortened refractory periods as well. You pressed your thigh between his legs and he jumped, moaning softly near your ear. The sound only aroused you more. “Please, Medic,” you begged, barely above a whisper. You weren’t even sure what you were begging for. You just knew that you needed to be touched soon or you would lose your mind.

He made quick work of your pants, stripping you from the waist down. His pace was so frantic that it was surprising that he didn’t simply tear the clothing from your body. You kicked your underwear off from around your ankles and it fell to the hardwood floor with a soft thud, joining the rest of the discarded coverings. You spoke his name in short gasps, it being one of the few coherent words you could say between breath stealing kisses. He made his way down your body and you shuddered as he left a trail of kisses from your neck to your inner thighs, where he even dared to nip at the tender flesh with his teeth, making you yelp.

Your legs were hoisted onto his shoulders. Medic held them there for a moment, feeling how the muscles trembled beneath his touch. Then he dove in, his tongue meeting your clit with gentle flicks. There was no tentativeness in his movements. In fact one could say he was ruthless, sucking and lapping at you, drawing moan after moan from your throat.

Medic reached down, wrapping a fist around his cock, thrusting into his own hand. He moaned against your clit, making you squirm. One of your hands held a white knuckled grip on the sheets while the other was entangled in Medic's hair, using it like reins to guide him to where it felt best. “That’s so good. Fuck, keep going, just like that!” you gasped when Medic moaned again. Your praise spurred him on and he stroked himself faster, precum slickening his grip and making it feel even better, but it wasn’t enough. What he wanted more than anything was to feel you clenching around him, so warm and wet. “Wait, stop,” you gasped suddenly, pulling back on his hair until he was looking up at you.

Everything ceased as Medic waited for you to catch your breath, his one hand awkwardly still on his dick and the other resting on your thigh. He looked a proper mess, hair disheveled, mouth agape, and lips drenched. You smiled at the sight, putting Medic at ease. He had been worried something was wrong when you stopped him.

“I was about to come,” you said, still breathing hard. “But I want you to fuck me, please. I want to come on your cock.”

It was a wonder how Medic kept himself from quite literally jumping at the opportunity. He managed to restrain his reaction to a soft “Of course, liebling,” but even then his voice and body both shook with anticipation. He rushed to undress fully, tossing his remaining clothes to the floor in a heap before kneeling on the bed between your legs. His fingers pressed against your slit, feeling just how wet you were. Hd couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to be inside of you, quickly lining up and thrusting into you with a deep groan.

Medic sank in to the hilt, going still for a moment as he took his time to savor the feeling of you. Your warmth throbbed around him, and it took all of his restraint to keep from fucking you mercilessly. He wanted to. Oh, it was impossible to describe just how badly he wanted to make a mess of you. But he knew you preferred a gradual warm up, so that was what he would give you, no matter how agonizing it was to go so slow, to be gentle. Your pleasure was worth the effort, and he knew the denial of his own desires would only make the eventual orgasm even more rewarding.

As for you, you could appreciate the tender pace for a while. However it wasn’t long before you found yourself grinding against those languid thrusts, trying to chase after more. Your hands came to rest on Medic’s shoulders, and you could immediately feel how tense he was. It was clear that he was holding back. It seemed that a little encouragement would be needed for him to show you just how good it felt to be under those powerful hips of his.

“Harder!” Your voice cracks, making you sound even more pathetic. “Medic, please!”

He met your gaze with a look of surprise. He hadn’t expected you to adjust so quickly, but then he recalled how you had reacted when he tried to push you back onto his cock earlier. Your face went red when he grabbed your hair and shoved your head down. The memory made him chuckle as he realized just what you needed. “Do you like it when I’m rough with you, liebling?” An especially hard thrust cut off any response you may have had with an utterly pitiful moan.

“Please,” you repeated a desperate plea when he went still again, giving you a chance to answer him. It was all the confirmation Medic needed to know that you were ready and willing m.

“Well, this is just perfect.” His grin was wide, almost manic in its intensity. It both frightened and excited you. “I suppose I can stop holding back.”

You were held down, Medic’s hands pinning you wrists, letting you enjoy the illusion of helplessness as he thrust into you faster and harder. You loved every minute of it, eyes rolled back and mouth agape as moans spilled from you freely. Being at his mercy as he rutted into you like a beast in heat was a feeling that you could easily get addicted to. His moans came out in low, growl like sounds that only aroused you further. It felt as if he could bite down on you at any moment, tasting and savoring you like fresh prey.

For a moment you thought you would get just that when you felt Medic bare his teeth against your ear. “So beautiful, mein braves mädchen,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his grip on your wrists tightening enough to make you whimper. “Gott, you feel so good.” He made such sweet words sound so unbridled and passionately primal. It was intoxicating to be desired so carnally, and it certainly helped drive you towards the edge.

“Medic! I’m-” You cut yourself off with a cry when Medic changed his angle ever so slightly, just enough to brush against a very good spot. Your fingers dug into the sheets as you tried to pull yourself together enough to say something coherent. “I’m close!”

“Moan louder for me.” Medic took a fistful of your hair, tugging it back until you could only look up at him. “I want to hear you scream as you come for me, mädchen.”

Oh, you screamed alright. You were certain anyone in the immediate vicinity of the infirmary would have heard you. However you couldn’t bring yourself to care as your orgasm ripped through you, muscles taut and shaking until you came down from your high, going limp beneath Medic. Not that he seemed to care, as he went on chasing his own release without pause.

That domineering visage of his was beginning to fall apart. “Oh Gott, bitte, bitte!” He was breathless, unsure as to what he was even begging for as he reached the tipping point, oblivious to your whimpering as he thrust into your overstimulated cunt. With a strangled cry he went still, burying himself within you and doubling over. You were worried that he would collapse, but thankfully Medic recovered enough to roll off of you before letting himself fall against the mattress with a sigh.

You winced slightly, even the feeling of him withdrawing sending painful jolts of overstimulation up your spine. It was like electricity dancing across your skin, every inch of your body feeling so very sensitive. After a few moments of heavy breathing you finally managed to speak. “Feeling better now?”

“Ja…” Medic was panting, his hand shaking slightly as he reached over to stroke your cheek. “For now.”

“For now?” you repeated, staring blankly at the exhausted man in front of you before asking a question that you partially dreaded the answer to. “Medic, how long is this supposed to last?”

Medic looked deep in thought for a moment, as if trying to calculate something in his head while still fighting through the post orgasmic haze that had settled over the two of you. Finally, he murmured something that you were just barely able to hear. “Six hours, at most.”

Six hours.

Six fucking hours .

The most frustrating part was you couldn’t even be indignant about the fact that it lasted that long. It was how long an average work day would be for the mercs, after all, and this whole thing had started with him trying to make a performance enhancer. Medic noticed your expression, and quickly tried to rectify the situation. “But that’s just at most! It could be less…”

You tuned him out. You had already decided what your next course of action would be, no matter the consequences. It was clear you would need some chemical enhancement of your own to get through this. “Medic, do you have any of that serum left?”

Medic looked confused, but he nodded. “It’s on the counter near the medicine cabinets.” He motioned vaguely towards the door leading to the infirmary. “I don’t see what good it will do though, given these side effects.” You had to keep yourself from once again becoming exasperated. You would have thought that even in this state Medic would at least keep such a powerful chemical in a safe place. Instead, sure enough, you poked your head out of the bedroom door to find it just lying on a nearby counter. Medic narrowed his eyes when he saw you return with the small vial of red liquid.

“This might just have a use yet,” you said, popping the cork on the vial. Before Medic could utter a word of protest, you downed the serum. The feeling as you drank the sweet yet spicy liquid was like warm bath water being pumped through your veins, disconcerting yet comforting at the same time. All the heat slowly but surely centered in your core. “There, now we’re in this together.” You closed and locked the bedroom door with a grin, shooting a glance towards Medic. Oh, he was definitely fully hard again, but this time he wasn’t even sure if it’s from the aphrodisiac or simply because he found your newly discovered ‘no-fucks-given’ attitude to be incredibly attractive.

“Liebchen. I need you to come over here and have your way with me, right now,” he practically growled, his fingers digging into the edges of the mattress.

“You are so lucky we don’t have work tomorrow,” you said, noting how your voice was already shaking with an almost primal desperation. The oversensitivity you had been feeling was replaced with a burning need. “I don’t think either of us are going to be walking much after tonight.”

Medic pulled you forward, letting you straddle him. “Gott, what did I do to deserve you, liebe?” he asked, his words dissolving into a low moan as you sank down onto his cock with surprising ease, starting to ride him slow and steady. It was going to be a very sleepless night, and you had best pray that no one would be paying any late night visits to the infirmary- for their sake.

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bumblebeehug · 1 year ago

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Happy Endings

Ship: Natsu Dragneel x Lucy Heartfilia Summary: What Natsu knew about families had been an ever-changing subject for as long as he could remember. Yet somehow, he found himself free from these wonders one day. Day 2 of Nalu Week - prompt: family Ao3

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Natsu could only remember one time in his life when he was searching for a family. During that time, he only remembered cold, dark woods, and a feeling of abandonment he couldn’t shake. Igneel had disappeared, and he truly felt scared and alone. When Makarov picked him up and carried him to the warm safety of the Fairy Tail guild, he remembered feeling better, though still confused and upset. Igneel had been all he had, all he needed, and suddenly he was gone, and Natsu needed someone else to help him teach him how to live. In that sense Makarov was an angel from above – he provided him with a family, friends, food and roof over his head. He provided him with the guidance he needed to function in society, and for that Natsu would forever be thankful.

As he met the other children Makarov had managed to pick up on his journeys, he also had to learn how to share, and how to play fairly. That way he discovered that he hated a black-haired boy named Gray, that the redheaded girl called Erza was scarier than anyone he had ever met before – and mind you, his dad was a dragon, and he discovered that the Strauss siblings were easy to boss around. Well, not Mira-Jane, she was as scary as Erza, but the other two, Lisanna and Elfman, were fun and easy to play with. Though Elfman was quite the scaredy cat, which made some games complicated whenever they played together.

And so it happened that Natsu and Lisanna became best friends. They still had their differences – Natsu was wilder than her and wanted to play more violent games, preferably in a way that made him look tough, and Lisanna liked to make those games more emotional. She was actually quite good at storytelling and managed to modify Natsu’s ideas to make it work for both of them. If Natsu wanted to fight, then she would make it that he was fighting for a good cause – to protect his friends and family, and Lisanna herself could be a princess or a sibling who had to be saved. They worked well, the two of them – something that would be proved when they finally got old enough to go on missions to earn some money for themselves. Though that’s skipping ahead in time.

Before they went on missions together, they one day found a mysterious egg. By then Natsu had gotten more content with the idea of staying with Fairy Tail for good. He would always search for Igneel, and he would certainly find him, but until then he liked the group of people he knew in this wild guild. He even liked Gray, though he’d never admit it if anyone asked. The guild was wild and violent, friendly fights breaking out every other day, but he knew in his heart that this was his home, and that the people inside it was his family.

Lisanna, who Natsu thought was getting more creative by the hour, figured out that they could play house with this egg they found. For her, the family dynamic was simple to spot – she would be the mommy, Natsu the daddy, and whatever was in that egg would be the baby. Of course, the part of her that had a small crush on Natsu was also happy with this game, and unbeknownst to her, Natsu was also pleased with it. He had too much pride to admit it, but he loved playing with Lisanna, despite her to him crazy ideas about wives and husbands and weddings. Those words had no substance in his world – why couldn’t everyone just live and love and let life happen without the interruptions of ceremonies and such? Well, it didn’t really matter when it came down to it, because ceremonies or not, games or reality, the egg was bound to hatch, and when it did and a tiny, blue, flying kitten came out of it, Natsu felt something click within himself. The cat, who Natsu named Happy, had brought together the guild in a way he never quite had seen or experienced before. In the guild, people had lost big parts of their families, replacing it with the friends and elderly figures found in Fairy Tail, but now they met Happy – a cat who not only could fly, but who they also soon learned could speak. This kitten had never known a life without a family, abandoned or lost. He was constantly surrounded by loud and happy people, and even when he wasn’t in the guild hall, he spent all his awake time with Natsu and Lisanna. Happy’s childhood fascinated many of the children. For him, the constant flow of people around him, assured that he would never truly be lonely. He could have a silly fight with Natsu and Lisanna, who were likely trying their best to raise him, even though they were only children themselves, and Happy could fly off to some other group of people, who all would be grateful to have him near them. See, Happy was properly and thoroughly loved, because all the family he had ever known, would never leave him.

Natsu saw Happy’s childhood unfold right in front of him. He was practically the only person Happy would dare to categorise as a father figure, though, brother was probably a better word for it, seeing as they practically learned to live side by side. Still, even if Natsu wouldn’t be able to put it into words by this age, he understood that Happy’s childhood was the ideal. All his friends should have gotten a chance to experience what Happy did, but too few of them actually did. By this time, he knew enough about marriages, wives, husbands and children, to know that one day, he would like to try again at raising a baby. Happy was quite exceptional, who survived having Natsu as his main provider, and Natsu looked forward to raising actual human babies – though it could certainly wait until he had sniffed out Igneel.

Lisanna had taken a huge role when it came to raising Happy. She took it more seriously than any other friend Natsu knew, and even though he first should have been concerned over the lack of adults who partook in Happy’s early months, he soon found out that she was the perfect person for the job. Kind-hearted, caring, fun and responsible. She truly was it all, and Natsu couldn’t help noticing his feelings for her develop. Maybe it was his years as a preteen, or maybe he was just finally old enough to see her clearly, but his admiration for her grew constantly. Not a day went by where Natsu and Happy weren’t by Lisanna’s side. They were glued together, until the day came when Lisanna had gotten permission to take a harder job with her siblings. It was the worst day in Natsu’s life since he was abandoned by his father in the woods. Now, he felt like he had truly been through it all. The only consultation was that he still had Happy by his side, and even that wasn’t cheering him up. How could anyone deal with the death of someone? Had Natsu spent all this time with her in vain? Weren’t they supposed to try again with the family stuff, some day far into the future?

As soon as he had noticed his happiness come, he saw it go. Over and over again, he watched the last memory of her repeat in his mind. Fair skin, light hair, endlessly blue eyes, and the softest smile he had ever known. He was meant to protect her, to be there to ward off any dangers, just like they had played as kids. How could fate be so cruel that he didn’t even get to see his longest friend grow old? Natsu had never asked for much, he never expected Lisanna to hold on to her childhood crush on him, and he truthfully wasn’t expecting himself to hold on to it either. He knew life could come between the two of them, but how could he accept it when it was death that split them, and not life?

Natsu wasn’t proud of how he dealt with his sorrows. It had begun with anger, not at anyone specific – especially not Mira or Elfman, who he knew did all they could to protect her, even when Elfman had lost all control. No, he was mad at himself, for not being there for her, even if he wouldn’t be able to beat an out-of-control Elfman, he could have gone in her place. Really, anything would have been a better outcome than this, he thought, as long as it meant that Lisanna could get a chance to live a long and full life.

After Natsu went through the different stages of grief, he learned that the way he could most comfortably cope with his loss, was to push other people away. Don’t get him wrong, he wouldn’t go out of his way to ignore people if they wanted to talk with him or hang around him, but he had stopped trying to reach out and connect with the rest of the guild. Happy was always by his side of course, and as he vowed he would never allow anything bad happen to him, he also knew that he was avoiding emotional confrontation. At several instances he would realise that Happy was trying to make him talk about what had happened, to maybe come to some cliché solution where Natsu finally could say “life works in mysterious ways” and then continue living. Not that Happy necessarily wanted him to come to that conclusion, but he knew that Natsu was avoiding what had happened, and it would only lead to more harm in the future if he couldn’t learn to cope with it now. He might not have understood exactly that things would end up like that, but he sensed that something could go very wrong within Natsu’s brain if he didn’t start connecting with people again.

The sorrow however never subsided; it just became greyer as the time went on. Even if Natsu never truly recovered from the loss, the same way that Mira and Elfman had changed for good, life still got easier. He slowly started to learn to live with it, and despite his emotional unavailability, other than the anger his hot-headed temper allowed to show, he still managed to learn to appreciate the family he still had. He never let his sight go of Happy, and he always made sure he was in safety before he joined in with any guild brawls. He also never managed to gather a proper team after Lisanna passed, but he still had idle chats by the bar when the time was right. He disguised his cravings for the touch of another human’s skin by throwing fists at Gray and Loke, and he even took some time to appreciate Erza’s reliability from afar whenever he thought no-one noticed.

This is how his relationship with the guild looked like for a long time. Admiring from afar, never letting people see his real feelings and desires, in fear that he would lose another friend if he got too close. It was after all an undeniable pattern – he loved Igneel, and he disappeared one day. He found proper fatherly love in Gildarts, who always went away as fast as he arrived. And Lisanna – the person he had the most tender relationship with, went away in the most excruciating way. It couldn’t keep happening like this, and so he hid away his feelings.

A few weird coincidences lead to a big change in Natsu’s life. One day in the guild, he had accidentally overheard a fellow guild mate mention a fire breathing salamander. Normally, breathing fire wasn’t out of the ordinary for Natsu. It was after all a magic spell he had learned at a young age, and he now managed to control it relatively easily. Adding that to the word salamander however awoke a picture in his head – a salamander didn’t look too far off from a dragon, apart from size and some other minor details. And if it could breathe fire, then it might just as well be possible that it was Igneel! So, despite the very high chance of it not being Igneel, he went to search for him, just to check it out. It wasn’t too far away, but he took the train, because he simply didn’t want to waste any time (though he didn’t know he’d pass out from motion sickness and accidentally waste time through an extra trip). At the time he didn’t know that time was moving him towards his fate, so he could happen to meet the right person, just at the right time.

The commotion the “salamander” brought to the coastal town of Hargeon was fateful indeed – he saw a weak fire mage (who certainly didn’t compare to a dragon) scam young girls by making them think he had certain interest in them, he somehow got an autograph, and then there she was, with bright yellow hair, brown concerned eyes, and a magic mouth. Magic was an exaggeration, since she had only offered to buy him and Happy some lunch, but he was grateful non the less. In fact, he hadn’t been too off with the magic stuff – the weird girl called Lucy was a celestial mage, which was something he knew nothing about before their encounter. Apparently, she could summon “spirits” or “sprites” (he didn’t care too much about the proper terminology) thanks to magical keys.

Despite her chatty mouth, he immediately knew that he liked her. There was something refreshing about her – maybe it was the way she acted the same way his guildmates did, combined with the fact that she didn’t know anything about him. He was a new face to her, and that was something he appreciated. When their ways crossed again, he knew he had to take this chance to keep her close. She had been talking excitedly about his guild during the meal, and he found her praise quite flattering, before the royal guards could capture the two of them, he grabbed her hand and made his offer: the offer to join Fairy Tail.

His life drastically changed after she joined the guild. That girl, Lucy Heartfilia, she really knew how to shake things up in that old building. She was stubborn, kind-hearted, hot headed, funny, and incredibly smart, and somehow, she stuck around Natsu, despite his standoffish attitude and impolite way of inviting her to his team by attempting to use her looks to deceive some old duke. Really, she could have decided to go on her own jobs from that point, and he wouldn’t blame her the slightest. But she decided to stay, even when he brought her on S-class jobs and practically made her risk her life. And after this, when she turned out to be the daughter of the Heartfilia Konzern, she spent most of her time worrying if she even deserved to be a member of the guild. He couldn’t believe it! She was the only one ha really had been able to get close to since Lisanna died, and as if that wasn’t enough, she even brought him closer to his other guild mates. He had never spent as much time with Gray or Erza or Mira before Lucy got in the picture.

There was never a dull day now that Lucy had joined the guild. People he had seen as enemies were now allies, like that weird other dragon slayer, Gajeel, and the water girl Juvia. The jobs they took (somehow, they had allowed Erza and Gray to join their team, which Natsu wasn’t too happy about – he liked the small group of him, Lucy and Happy) got crazier and crazier, and the effect it had on the guild, his family, was nothing less than magical. It’s silly of him to compare the great, amazing, good things to magic, because magic was an ordinary concept now that wizards and witches grew in population, but it was true; Lucy made them all tighter, happier, even if they didn’t know how much credit she deserved.

Thanks to this girl’s existence, Natsu, Wendy, Happy and Carla were able to survive some really complicated situations, when Lucy turned out to be the only one who could use magic in the weird reality called Edolas. Thanks to her they figured out how to save the rest of the guild, and as a byproduct, one of the most improbable things happened: Lisanna came back to life. Well, that wasn’t exactly how it had gone, since she never really died in the first place, but that is how it felt for everyone from Earthland. Mira and Elfman got their little sister back, and they were happier than ever, and though Natsu should have felt ecstatic as well, seeing as his first resemblance of love was back, he didn’t feel very different. He was happy, but he had been for a while now, now that Lucy was around. His childhood crush was just that – a childhood crush, and he was grateful to be able to befriend Lisanna again after all this time apart. The odd thing was that he didn’t feel a need to get back to how things were. Happy almost seemed the same – excited to see Lisanna alive and well, but not in need to continue their mother-son relationship from where it dropped off.

And around that time was when it hit Natsu: his idea of a family had changed drastically. Igneel was still in the back of his mind, and the guild would always be his home, but now he found himself constantly drawn to the girl whose golden hair could outshine the stars. His life suddenly revolved around her, and Happy had found himself right in the middle of it. Lucy and Happy were even tighter than Lisanna and Happy – not because Happy didn’t like Lisanna, but because Lucy had become one of his absolute best and closest friends, only competing with Natsu himself. They had become a team, even way back then, and the three of them would just continue to play around and live life as dangerously as humanely possible. They were inseparable.

As time went by, they had been through a lifetime of crazy experiences. They had been stuck in time after being attacked by a dragon, gotten a comeback at the Grand Magic Games and won the whole thing, then he met future Lucy who sacrificed herself for her past self, something that would never be forgotten by Natsu, and he would certainly never forgive future Rogue for acting like that. At that point he hadn’t met the dragons though, but he soon would, and somehow he would survive seven of them, and then, after visiting a town where giants lived, a demon guild decided to kidnap Natsu, because apparently he had some connection to Zeref, the dark mage, and then, completely out of the blue, Igneel showed up. Lucy had been there for all of this, and at the time she already seemed out of it, sort of depressed in a way that maybe only Natsu could pick up on. She had been waving it off as being tired, but later he learned she had sacrificed Aquarius, her mother’s key, just so she could save the guild from being digested by a monster. And now, there he was, Natsu’s father, or the closest thing he had ever known to be a father, and he was there to fight Fairy Tail’s greatest enemy: Acnologia.

In an ideal world, Igneel was supposed to win that fight. He would win, and he would spend the rest of his life with Natsu and Happy and Lucy and the guild, and so would the other dragons. Everything was supposed to be alright afterwards, and the whole E.N.D. thing would solve itself. His heart would be full, and his family would be whole. He would have it all. So, when the evil force that was Acnologia murdered Igneel in front of Natsu’s eyes, he knew something had to change. Something that Natsu never believed would happen in a million years, in his darkest nightmares, happened, and he couldn’t stop it. The image was etched into his brain, and it replayed like a scratched CD, scarring the brain tissue that was responsible for his happiness, and that was when he knew he could never allow something similar to happen ever again. No matter what, he had to get stronger. If he hadn’t been strong enough to prevent Igneel from dying, then there was no chance for him to stop Zeref or Acnologia. So, he did the only thing he could think of. He left everyone in order to grow stronger.

Natsu had never intended to leave Lucy alone, and he certainly didn’t intend to bring Happy either. Happy was great, and even if he pretended to have full faith in the blue feline’s survival skills, he was worried he’d hurt him with his fire, or that he’d accidentally drop a boulder on him somehow during this training. That’s why he first wanted to leave Happy with Lucy – they could take care of each other. If Happy didn’t want to be with her all the time, he could be with Lisanna or Wendy, or anyone he'd like, really. But not even Natsu could convince Happy to stay behind – the exceed simply wouldn’t hear of it. He protested for days when he learned that Natsu intended to leave Lucy as well, but when he didn’t budge, all Happy could do was to convince him to at least leave a note, so she wouldn’t worry too much. So that’s what he did. It took many days for Natsu to get the words right, as it felt like nothing he wrote would be enough to excuse himself with. “Happy and I are going to train, we’ll be back in a year” could be reworded as “I’m running away, yikes, don’t die, maybe I’ll come back, or not” and it gave off practically the same feeling. The letter he settled on was short and cruel in his opinion, and he knew he could never fully be forgiven for what he was about to do, but he just couldn’t deal with this loss in any other way.

It wasn’t supposed to be as hard to leave as it was. Natsu and Happy had always been the original original team, ever since Natsu found that egg in the woods. It hadn’t been Lisanna who found him, but Natsu, and therefore they stuck together. They had known each other for Happy’s entire life, and Lucy had only joined a few years ago, plus 7 years that couldn’t really count. That was the facts, Happy and Natsu, Natsu and Happy – it was always those two who would stick together, no matter the situation. So why on earth was leaving Lucy the hardest thing he had to make himself do? He had no choice but to see his father leave, but running away from Lucy was entirely Natsu’s decision. He would be crushing mountains and he would evaporate entire lakes and seas, yet those feats had nothing on him abandoning her. He didn’t understand how or why, but Lucy was more important than anyone else he had ever met, well, parallel to Happy. Natsu didn’t care about Lucy like a sister or anything, not like Erza, Levy, Cana, Mira or nowadays Lisanna. She was just his friend, except it wasn’t fair to call her “just” or “friend”. She was… his. That’s all he could get from it. She was his new safe point, where he went to recharge or relax, and calling her family didn’t make sense for him at the time, despite the similar characteristics she shared with the rest of the guild.

When he finally had enough courage to return, she had changed drastically. Before she seemed to live life like there was no tomorrow, never worrying about a thing, flying from one job to another, just happy to experience life in all it’s glory. When he met her eyes in the burning stadium, he couldn’t find the glimmer he once had compared to the stars. He had never felt so heartbroken. It felt so stupid, because here he was, grinning like an idiot, asking a stupid and shallow question, and Lucy should have taken her chance to kick him and scream at him and cry, and yet she managed to smile and carry on being her kind, polite self. Except, he knew she felt weirded out by the whole thing. They hadn’t met each other in an entire year, yet here he and Happy was, acting as if no time had gone by at all. A dick move, but it was the only thing Natsu knew he could do. And sometimes, for a few minutes, he could swear he had dreamt the whole year of training, and that everything was back to how it used to be. Him, Lucy and Happy, eating and playing and talking, like there was eternity ahead of them.

While the air between Natsu and Lucy sometimes grew thick, the bond between them also grew. It became stronger after this time apart, and now all Natsu could think of was how mature she seemed compared to him. Her hair was in this ponytail on the side of her head, tied with a really pretty blue ribbon, that really flattered her skin tone. Her clothes were new as well, and he couldn’t help but admire her lean back whenever he walked behind her. He was so aware of everything she said and did, and he found himself multiple times trying to casually show off to her. He felt pretty humbled when he learned that she had done her own special training, even learning to use those star dresses (though some of those outfits he wouldn’t mind being more covering), and her job as a journalist had clearly only aided her in becoming smarter, and suddenly he once again felt like he had missed too much of her time. He found himself wishing that he’d never left at all, just so he could have been by her side as she grew.

The true turning point in their relationship happened later on, during the final war against Zeref and his nation. One of the Spriggan 12, a woman named Dimaria, had killed her, murdered her, his Lucy, and for him, that was the point of no return. His fury burned absolutely everything, from what he later heard, even time and space, and he wouldn’t have changed that outcome for anything in the world, even in hindsight. When his anger blocked his vision, his hearing and all other senses, he remembered only having one thing in mind. He had to kill the one responsible to Lucy’s death, and it didn’t matter who he had to get through. In fact, he didn’t care if this fire and rage killed him, because without her he couldn’t imagine living on.

The rest of that big day was kind of a big blur. He knew he had gotten his senses back in the middle of a fight with Gray, where Erza had stepped in to break them up. Shortly after he could smell Lucy, and then before he knew it her arms were wrapped around him. He was completely drained, but inside he was the happiest man alive. She was alive, maybe he somehow had managed to save her from the cruel fate Dimaria would have given her otherwise. Then more time passed, and things became blurry again until he felt part of himself heal. He once again sensed Lucy had jumped in to save him in some smart way he couldn’t wrap his head around, because he was fighting Zeref and only barely managed to stay up against him.

To describe every single moment that Lucy saved his life in, or to go into detail about every fight they fought together would take a lifetime. When Fairy Tail fought Zeref, Natsu weren’t unfamiliar to his possessiveness towards the celestial mage, since he many times had found himself vowing to keep promises to her future self, or just vowing to never let a single enemy who somehow hurt Lucy go unharmed. As he returned from Acnologia’s spiritual world, he realised that the place he was falling towards, was home. It was more than just the ruins of his guild, and it was more than his mates standing around, waiting for some celebration to begin for surviving the hardest battle yet: he fell towards Lucy and Happy. Even in midair he found himself relieved – despite having the landing left to do. In a few seconds he’d be face to face with the most beautiful face in the entire world, and he would say “I’m home” because for him there was no better word to describe that feeling. Then he would hear her say “Welcome home” and he would feel his life fall into place, like he’d finally found the missing piece to the never-ending puzzle of his life.

Sometime in the future, Natsu would continue this puzzle. He would have learned by then that the wife-thing Lisanna talked about when they were little, was more than just childish dreams from a small girl, and he would allow himself to thrive in the family he’d make with Lucy. First it would be the two of them, and Happy of course. Then he’d look back at his memories from Edolas, when he met Lucy Ashley and Natsu Dragion’s daughter, Nasha, and he’d think of Grieg, and he’d think of Levy and Gajeel’s twins, and by then he’d want to expand the tiny family they made up. For Lucy to be a mother, for Natsu to be a father, and for Happy to be the best uncle anyone could ever ask for, was according to Natsu, the so-called “Happy Ending” everyone had been talking about. He would fill his life with new adventures, and he’d experience them all with Lucy, whom he by then would proudly be able to call the love of his life, and he would tell everyone that she was exactly that, until she begged him to shut his mouth and let his actions prove it instead of his words.

And though this was in the future, and he had no idea how it would turn out yet, he knew he’d never have to search for a family ever again. Now that he promised his entire future to her, he could feel safe in the knowledge that he’d spend the rest of his life dedicated to fulfilling all his promises to protect her and take her on endless amounts adventures. Not even a happy ending had to end when he had forever with her. Natsu’s Lucy.

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apteryxparvus · 2 years ago

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Seeds of Love — Oikawa Tooru / Reader

Pairing — Oikawa Tooru / Reader

Word count — 2,606

Content warning — none

Summary — You and Tooru’s teammates have a running gag that any plant named after someone in your life is cursed to suffer a terrible fate under your boyfriend's notorious black thumb. And, no matter how much you try to save them, your boyfriend always manages to transform them from thriving greens to shriveled-up twigs faster than you can say 'photosynthesis'.

“No way,” you state bluntly. “You’ll kill it. Again.”

As you hold the tiny pot that vaguely resembles Bulbasaur — albeit a bit misshapen and a completely wrong color, — you squint your eyes in concentration, trying to assess if it would match with any of the succulent cuttings scattered around the apartment. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Tooru jutting out his lower lip like a sulky child. His doe-like eyes wander around, anxiously shifting between you and the fluffy plant he's clinging onto for dear life.

His voice takes on a high-pitched, pleading tone. “Pleaseee, I'll love it and care for it like it's my own child,” he whines, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and shoving the wooly plant in your face. The fuzzy oval-shaped leaves tickle your nose, and your face scrunches up as you try to hold back a sneeze.

You really want to say yes — the plant is certainly cute, adorable even. In fact, you're already envisioning the perfect spot for the Kalanchoe, nestled snugly on the shelves between the cotton-scented candles and the graduation photos from high school and university.

But deep down, you know that no matter how much Tooru insists he'll take care of the plant, it'll end up like all the others: drowned or parched, a mere shadow of its former self. You can almost hear the poor thing gasping for air, crying out for a drop of water or a ray of sunlight to save it from Tooru's notorious black thumb. You've lost count of the number of succulents and cacti that have met their untimely demise under his care.

(It's like he has a special talent for killing plants, despite his best intentions.)

Tooru pleads with you once more, "Please, this time I'll let you name him."

You give him a skeptical look. "Tooru, darling, I can't handle giving it a proper name and then watching you unintentionally murder it a month later. My heart just can't take it."

He lets out a pitiful sigh, slowly moving the fuzzy plant away from your face. You look back and see him holding it like a baby, cooing. His lean fingers are trailing gently along the oval-shaped leaves.

He looks so content, his eyes shining under the unforgiving fluorescent lights.

"Alright," you finally give in, avoiding his handsome, sun-kissed face. But you can see his expression lighting up with excitement from the corner of your eye. "But remember, I get to name it like you promised. No take backs."

The thing is, you adore giving your plant babies human names. The silly tradition began, along with your soul-crushing, debt-inducing plant addiction, when, for your four-year anniversary with Tooru, one of his Argentinian teammates gifted you a large Lacy Tree Philodendron that took over a third of the apartment's tiny hallway space.

But you knew your dear boyfriend had a talent for plant homicide. Back in your high school days, you'd find yourself helping his mother tend to their modest garden while he stayed inside, sulking when she would scold him for killing yet another perennial.

So, despite being grateful for the generous gift, you couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy about the fate of the plant under Tooru's care. After all, you still had the sad remains of an African Milk Tree cactus barely standing on the balcony, a victim of his infamous killer touch.

Somehow, against all odds, the philodendron managed to stay alive. A few months later, during a celebratory dinner with Tooru's closest teammates at the start of the league season, you found yourself a bit tipsy and brought up his plant-killing tendencies. You recounted the time when he had fallen on the Tree Philodendron, exhausted from training, and accidentally snapped off two three leaves, leaving the poor plant struggling to recover. Everyone at the table laughed, and Tooru defended himself, claiming that he had simply been giving the plant a haircut.

Carlos, the gift bearer, had laughed, explaining that, coincidentally, that was around the time he got a broken arm after an unfortunate skiing accident in the Andes, near Cerro Chapelco. After another full glass of plump and smoky Malbec wine later (all thanks to Leon and his vineyard), and more apparent coincidences, the precious Philodendron got its official name — Carlinhos.

From that point on, it became a sacred ritual and an inside joke between you and Tooru's teammates to name each new plant after someone in your life and eagerly wait for any coincidences between the plant and its namesake.

(Such as the unfortunate IKEA-bought Cascade Palm named Lola after Dolores, the evil fifth-floor neighbor who tended to throw her garbage out the window onto the street. A week and a half after Tooru had accidentally overwatered the palm, Dolores had to move out, never to be seen again.

Or the pink succulent cutting, lovingly nicknamed after Leon’s pinky finger. Both the succulent and Leon's pinky had suffered minor injuries, coincidentally, just days apart.)

"Come on, plant hoarder, let's bounce before you bankrupt us," Tooru teases, as you add the fuzzy succulent to the overflowing shopping basket filled with an eclectic mix of trinkets. Your boyfriend grins, his eyes crinkling in amusement, and your heart flutters at the sight.

Despite his notorious black thumb, he's just as enamored with the plants as you are. In fact, he's the one who constantly brings home new green babies, filling every nook and cranny with vibrant colors and sweet fragrances. You often catch him reading plant care books or watching videos on plant propagation, determined to learn more and improve his skills.

At the cash register, Tooru places the last plant on the conveyor belt and shoots you a wink, his lips stretched into a cheeky grin. His infectious energy never fails to lift the spirits of those around him, and even the two elderly ladies standing a few meters behind you can't resist commenting on how happy you two look together. They start gushing in rapid Spanish, and though you can't catch everything they're saying, you hear enough to know they're describing the two of you as a picture-perfect couple.

Your cheeks flush in embarrassment. Back in Japan, you were always the shy one, avoiding any public displays of affection, no matter how small. The old ladies in your neighborhood were always on the lookout for any potential gossip fodder, and anything from a simple kiss on the cheek to sneaking out at midnight for a game of volleyball would set off the gossip mill.

The cashier finally rings up the last item from your cart, and you start shoving the items inside your bags. Most of the trinkets fit snugly inside Tooru's backpack and the extra shopping bag you brought, except for the three large plants you ended up buying.

(Which you will proudly hug and carry to the car.)

Tooru effortlessly lifts the bags, and you both exit the store, elated by your successful shopping spree. As you walk towards the car, you steal glances at him, and your heart swells with affection. Even after all these years, it still feels surreal that he is your partner, your closest confidant, and the only one for you.

Inside the car, the larger plants are carefully secured in the backseat with seatbelts, but the tiny kalanchoe stays in your lap. Its velvety leaves tickle your fingers, and you can't resist the urge to caress them throughout the ride.

When the car rolls to a stop at a red light, Tooru glances at the furry plant and asks, "What should we name this little dude?"

“We’ll find out soon enough, when inspiration strikes me.” You stick your tongue out, and your boyfriend answers by softly flicking your forehead.

That evening, you and Tooru make a simple dinner and enjoy it with a couple of glasses of cheap store-bought wine. As the evening progresses and the alcohol takes effect, your playful mood only grows, and you can't wait to catch up with the rest of the Seijoh Four during your monthly meetup. Eager to see your friends, you log onto Discord earlier than planned and head over to Tahakiro's gaming server. To your surprise, he's already there, his camera on, displaying his strawberry blond hair and cheeky grin.

Tooru bursts into the channel and greets your pink-haired friend with a boisterous "Makki!"

You give him a playful jab as he turns on his laptop's camera and takes over the screen, giving a cheerful wave to your best friend. The three of you immediately launch into a lively gossip session about life, and within a few minutes, Hajime joins in the chat, his face a bit fuzzy due to his old camera.

As Iwaizumi’s pixelated face pops up on the screen, you can't help but tease him.

"Hey Iwa-chan, are you broadcasting from a potato?" Tooru jokes. Despite the poor video quality, you can clearly make out Iwaizumi's raised middle finger.

Moments later, the final member of your little Seijoh alumni group joins. Issei's tired-looking face appears on the screen, bathed in the neon glow of his gaming setup.

“What's the plan for this lovely morning slash evening? Are we gonna kick some butt in CS:GO or run for our lives in Dead by Daylight?" he asks, his voice slightly hoarse.

You pause for a moment, considering your options. "Hmm, I'm feeling a bit too exhausted for that. How about some peaceful farming in Stardew Valley?"

Takahiro is quick to agree, jumping in with a condition, "Stardew is fine, but only if we play the Wilderness map. And just to be clear, I am not sharing my resources with Tooru this time."

Your boyfriend bristles and pouts as he turns to face you, expecting you to side with him.

You interject, "Tooru, darling, let's be real here. Choosing Joja Mart over the Community Center is a rookie mistake."

"But I wanted the achievement!" he whines.

You and Tooru quickly load up the game on his laptop, creating your shared character and setting up the farm. You send out invites to the others, and they set off to work the moment they join. Issei takes charge of plowing the land, while Makki becomes the farming guru and heads to Pierre's shop for extra supplies. Meanwhile, Tooru, still pouting like a grumpy toddler, watches as you and Hajime break the rocks and chop down the trees.

You spend the majority of your playtime being a love-struck fool, showering your favorite character with gifts and compliments, much to the annoyance of your boyfriend. You can practically feel his eyes rolling every time you let out a high-pitched squeal after leveling up your friendship with your in-game partner. Whenever you switch, you’re stuck watching him gift your in-game partner with soggy newspaper pieces and driftwood. He ends up getting himself killed in the mines, and you're quick to fall behind on money.

“Yes,” you let out a squeal of excitement as you exit the cabin and a cutscene starts to play. You watch as your character receives a pet from Marnie. “Guys, guys, what should I name him?”

“Nomi.” Issei suggests, earning an eye roll from you.

“Issei, I am not naming him ‘flea’.”

“Cream puff.”

“Assikawa,” Hajime pipes, and Tooru gasps.

"Iwa-chan, why do you have to hurt me like this?" he exclaims dramatically, collapsing onto the couch with a hand over his heart.

You laugh and type in the name "Assikawa," ignoring your boyfriend's failed attempts at keyboard mashing. As the cutscene ends, Makki and Mattsun cheer and gather around the adorable creature, giving it as many pats as possible.

A while later, Makki reluctantly leaves the game, but stays in the voice call, and starts ranting about his mind-numbing recent job at a local konbini. Issei, unfazed by his friend's usual complaints, barely spares him a glance as he delves deeper into the mines, his pickaxe ready to strike at any glimmer of gold ore. But you're intrigued — you haven't gossiped with your friend in a while — and you’re curious to hear more about this job, despite knowing of his job-hopping tendencies.

“---the old hag keeps trying to give me double shifts, even though I’ve told her a million times I have another part-time job,” the strawberry blond continues his spiel. "She must hate me or something," he gripes. "I swear, I've worked more night shifts than there are days in the week!"

"What's her name?" you ask, a mischievous smile spreading across your face. Makki looks at you with confusion as you continue, "Tooru, what if we name our new plant baby after her?"

“No,” your boyfriend deadpans. You pout, making your best puppy eyes at him, but he doesn’t budge. You try to win him over by moving closer and giving him a quick peck on the lips, but it only earns you a chorus of exaggerated retching sounds from Maki and Issei.

You sulk. “Fine then. Our baby’s name will be Assikawa then.”

Tooru's eyes widen in disbelief. "You wouldn't dare," he says, a hint of panic creeping into his voice.

"Oh, I absolutely would."

Tooru looks at you for a moment, considering his options. “Not even if I kiss you like this?” He leans in, his lips brushing softly against yours.

More loud retches come from the laptop's speakers, and you and Tooru pull away, embarrassed.

"Uh, well, see you guys next week," you say, trying to conceal your mortification. "And good luck at work, Makki."

Hajime rolls his eyes, but there's a small smile on his face. Issei just laughs, clearly amused by the whole situation.

You do end up naming the innocent plant Assikawa. This leads to your boyfriend becoming overly protective of it, treating the innocent plant like a delicate newborn and fearing the wrath of the Plant Gods (and you, mainly you) if anything were to happen to it.

And it’s all fine for the first two-three weeks.

Each morning before heading to training, he would plant a gentle kiss on your forehead as you lay half-asleep in bed. After that, he would proceed with his typical morning routine, taking a quick shower before packing a light meal for you, followed by preparing his own nutritious breakfast and savoring a cup of black coffee. Just before leaving the apartment, he would give a tender pat to the fluffy plant, using it as a good luck charm.

That is until one morning, after a night of heavy drinking with some of his teammates, he staggers out of the bedroom, his head throbbing with pain. He makes his way towards the bathroom, his vision blurry and his mouth feeling like cotton. His lips are dry and chapped, and he stumbles, reaching out to grab something to steady himself.

You are abruptly awakened by a noise that isn't the birds chirping outside. You jolt awake, startled, heart rapidly beating. And when you leave the confines of your bedroom, your own head pounding, you're greeted by the sight of Tooru lying on the floor, shielding his face with his arms. The second-hand wooden shelf is barely holding up, one of its legs broken. Wet soil clumps are scattered on the soft carpet, and crumpled magazines are scattered around.

The fuzzy plant is barely visible, hidden under your boyfriend's large frame.

“Tooru!” you shout, rushing to his side and frantically checking for any injuries. “Tooru, are you alright?”

He groans in pain as you help him sit up and brush the dirt off him. “My butt hurts,” he complains, massaging his behind. “This is all your fault, Assikawa, for cursing me.”

Author's note: first time writing and posting a fanfic; i know there's absolutely no plot in here, but hey, i had to somehow indulge in my love for plants & writing xd

Thanks for reading 💚

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gabessquishytum · 1 year ago

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more trans hob period sex thoughts, this time featuring the corinthian because i think it could be very funny. so! newly remade corinthian gets his first unchaperoned trip back to the waking as a reward for good behaviour, and he decides that the best use of the opportunity is definitely to go see his immortal fuckbuddy. and hob's thrilled to see him, he was... admittedly kind of worried about how long it had been since he'd seen him? but also dream's back and coming by more often and it's got hob absolutely desperate to get his back blown out, thanks. and he's even on his period, which always makes cori go absolutely wild(er than usual).

this time's no exception, hob tries for a bit of small talk but the second cori gets a good smell of him hob's in bed on his back with cori between his legs. no complaints from hob! at least not until there's a knock on his door.

because dream's been keeping an eye on the corinthian, naturally, and he's... a little worried and a lot confused about why his nightmare would go straight to hob when as far as dream knows, they've never met. so he goes to check, the corinthian can tell it's dream at the door and he's throughly annoyed about it, hob does not know it's dream and a minute after cori storms out of the bedroom hob's brain comes back online and realizes. fuck. answering the door with a face covered in blood. not ideal.

the corinthian very nearly gets unmade again when he answered the door covered in blood. it... doesn't exactly help when hob staggers out of the bedroom, boxers hasilty pulled on and not doing much to hide the bloody fingerprints all over his thighs and belly.

hob does manage to talk dream down. eventually. and then has to explain that yes, cori was welcome here. no, it wasn't the first time. hey what do you mean he's a nightmare. ("robbie, baby, you didn't think i was human, did you?" "what the fuck, of course i didn't, i'm not an idiot. i figured you were a vampire! you show up at night and i've never seen your eyes and you're obsessed with blood i think vampire was a reasonable assumption!?")

something something the corinthian takes off his glasses, hob remembers that he's still horny and hey he's actually more horny now, dream gets invited to join in, and hob learns that at just the right angle, cori can eat hob out and get one of his eye-mouths on his clit at the same time. which should probably be very very terrifying but actually just makes hob come so hard he blacks out for a second.

-🐈‍⬛

VERY amused and horny about this. I love the Corinthian just simply not realising The Implications of answering the door with his mouth covered in blood. Like, baby boy, even if it WASN'T Dream on the other side, you're gonna arouse one or two suspicions.

Also LOVE Dream lowkey going into suspicious parent mode when he sees Cori showing up at Hob’s place. He's trying not think the worst but the Corinthian is still very much a nightmare and it's not beyond the realms of possibility to imagine him targeting Dream’s literal only friend.

Meanwhile: Hob is just very tired and horny and he was really hoping for an orgasm or two, not a supernatural slanging match on his doorstep. He tells Dream and Cori that they can both come in and make him cum, or they can bugger off somewhere else.

They're both sensible enough to do as Hob says. They can both smell the blood and Hob’s other fluids twining together to make the most delicious scent, and eating him out sounds like the best idea right now.

Hob gets Dream’s lovely, big satisfying cock in his arse while Cori absolutely devours his cunt with all three mouths. He feels so full, like the empty crampy place inside has been perfectly filled up. And he's obsessed with the new sensation of Cori's two tiny tongues licking his clit and labia. He's got his hand tangled in Cori's hair while Dream gently bounces him up and down on his cock, and none of them can stop making noises of pure delight. Cori hasnt had such a good meal since he's been on probation in the dreaming, and he cums untouched purely from the taste of Hob’s cunt.

Hob promptly falls asleep when they're finished with him, and Dream and Cori can't exactly leave (they're being forcibly cuddled by their favourite human, what are they supposed to do?!), and they don't feel like fighting anymore... seems like a good idea to collaborate and see if they can make Hob cum in his sleep, right?

#🐈‍⬛ anon #the sandman #hobrintheus #nsft #cw blood #cw somnophilia #trans hob

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breederking · 8 days ago

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A cool, damp breeze trickled through the small, grated window high in the corner of the room, offering only the faintest touch of comfort. The air inside the cage was thick with the smells of sweat, old linens, and the sharp tang of sterilizing chemicals that never quite managed to cover the scent of blood. Outside, the sun was sinking lower, casting an orange glow through the bars of the cell, but inside, it was dim, save for the soft glow of a single bulb that illuminated the far corner.

Galen was sweating. His breath came in sharp, shallow gasps, the kind that gnawed at the chest and made the mind spin with panic. His body, swollen and heavy with the life he carried, was a battlefield of discomfort and anticipation. A pain like nothing he had ever known was rippling through him, coming in waves, each one more unbearable than the last.

The contractions had started early in the morning, at first a mild tightness in his abdomen, a dull ache that he had dismissed as nothing more than the usual discomfort that came with carrying a child. But now, hours later, they were coming fast and fierce, the pressure in his pelvis unbearable, and he had long since lost track of time.

His mind was fuzzy, a strange mix of fear, exhaustion, and an overwhelming desire. The child inside him was coming—*his* child, the one he had carried for so long, the one who had made him a father despite everything. The one who had made him… this.

A cry from the corner of the room pierced through the haze of his thoughts, and his body stiffened. It was the sound of his son, the child he had borne with his captor, his abused, his lover - and it sliced through the fog of his mind with an intensity that both disturbed and soothed him.

Little Lucas, only a year old, had been wailing for the past ten minutes, his tiny voice a piercing, frantic sound that made Galen’s heart ache in a way he had never expected. He could hear his captor—Lucas' father—talking to the child in the next room, his voice low and soothing, but also… possessive.

"Quiet now, little one. Your father’s busy. He’s bringing you a sibling, remember? Be good for me, and you’ll meet your new brother soon."

A choking sob escaped Galen’s throat, a horrible mixture of dread and longing. The words, the way his captor spoke to Lucas, it should have sent him into a panic, but the tight knot of affection in his chest—drenched in the thick, insidious pull of Stockholm syndrome—kept him tethered in place.

He closed his eyes for a moment, resting his forehead against the cold metal bars of his cage, but his body betrayed him. Another contraction ripped through him, sharper, more agonizing than the last, and his body tensed as if the very walls of the cage were closing in on him. He cried out, his voice broken and raw, but even that didn’t seem to offer any relief. He could feel the baby’s head shifting, the sharp edge of a contraction gripping him in places no one should ever have to feel.

"You’re doing so well, baby," came the soothing voice of his captor, the words honeyed and thick with affection, his presence suddenly looming just behind him. "I’m so proud of you. You're doing such a good job, just like I knew you would." His words of encouragement were followed by a kiss on the neck.

It was always like this. Always the same. The affection, the care, the love-all of it felt so wrong, so perverse when his mind took a moment to push through the fog. And yet, it felt right.

He turned his head, his eyes meeting his lover, the man who had done this to him. His master's gaze softened when their eyes met, and there was something so intense, so possessive in the way he looked at Galen that it made his heart race, even as it made him want to curl away.

"You’re mine, Galen," he murmured, his voice a low, thick growl of affection. "You’ve always been mine. And this little one—" He placed a hand on Galen’s contracting swollen belly, pressing firmly, making Galen wince. "This little one is ours. You've been perfect for us."

Galen’s chest heaved with a strange mixture of desire and revulsion. He knew, deep down, that this wasn’t normal. It wasn’t right. He should hate him. Hate everything about the life he’d built in this cell, the forced breeding, their child, the pregnancy, the strange, unsettling closeness that had grown between them over the past two years. He should.

But the touch of that hand on his belly, the soft whisper in his ear, the constant reassurance- "you’re mine, you’re perfect, this is what you're meant to be"- made it hard to pull away, even when he wanted to. Galen felt truly loved.

Another cry from Lucas in the next room brought him back to the present, the sobs high-pitched and desperate. His stomach tightened with the fresh wave of contractions, and he gasped, clutching the bars of his enclosure to steady himself.

"You’ve got this, Galen," Luca said, his tone warm but firm. "You’re strong. Just let it happen. This baby’s coming, you just have to focus for me."

His hands were back on Galen’s belly, pressing gently, but firm enough to guide him, to reassure him. Galen closed his eyes, leaning into the touch, the sense of calm spreading through him, even as the pain grew unbearable. He wanted to birth this baby for his master.

It was so hard, so incredibly hard. He wanted to scream, to beg for mercy, but the words stuck in his throat, tangled in the tendrils of confusion that clouded his mind. He had been trapped in this cage for so long, and this was the life he had now. Somehow. This was what he had chosen, in some twisted way. He had no one else.

He shifted again, the pressure intensifying with every passing second, and he felt the baby descending further, the painful stretch, the burning sensation as his body was forced to give way to the life he had accidentally created. His breath was coming in ragged gasps, and each cry of pain only seemed to push him deeper into himself. Galen reached for his master's arms frantically, looking and only finding comfort in the man who did this to him.

"Come on, Galen", his voice gentle yet commanding. "You can do it. You're going to have to."

The words were a command, and Galen felt the weight of them settle in his chest. This wasn't an option. He needed to birth this baby, and he'd need to birth babies for as long as his master wishes for him to.

With an overwhelming wave of pressure, Galen felt the baby’s head crown. The pain was excruciating, unlike anything he had ever known, but it was also—somehow—a relief. The moment had arrived, and there was no turning back.

"That’s it, Galen," his voice full of awe, but something else—something darker, possessive. "You’re doing so well. I can see the head." Galen feels his master's hand tease between his lips, prodding at the baby's barely emerged head.

In an instant, a reflexive push popped the baby's head out with a burst of fluid, soaking Galen's master's lingering hand. As Galen let out a moaning cry, master flicked his hand dry before returning to guide the baby's body out. After minutes of panting, Galen gave a final push, earning him a flood of warmth and then momentary silence.

Galen collapsed against the bars of his cage, trembling, exhausted, and covered in sweat. The baby was in his captor's arms, crying loudly, and for a moment, Galen just stared at the small face. He hadn’t expected to feel this overwhelming surge of protectiveness, of love, for the child he had carried and birthed. It was all-consuming, as though it had been building in him for years. Almost like a maternal instinct that kicked in biologically, regardless of his gender.

His master brings over the baby, another little boy, but first gives Galen a hug. Galen’s eyes fluttered closed, and for a brief moment, he allowed himself to feel the strange warmth of his captor’s embrace, knowing, deep down, that this was his life now. There was no escape. Only the love that had been twisted into something more, something he couldn’t quite name, but which felt, in this moment, like home. Covered in sweat, blood, amniotic fluid and milk, and yet this man wanted to embrace him. Isn't that love? Isn't that acceptance in its purist nature?

For better or worse, this was the family they had created. This was the life he had made, and though he knew it was wrong, though he knew his babies would grow up with their daddy in a cage, Galen found himself somewhat content.

#ftm pregnancy #story #trans pregnancy

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watchingspnagain · 1 year ago

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Rewatching It’s a Terrible Life

Welcome to “Sam and Dean are Just Steps on the Bossman’s Ladder: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

Up today, s4e17: It’s a Terrible Life

Dean Smith works a middle-management white-collar job at Sandover Bridge and Iron, and Sam Wesson is a grunt in the IT department there. Sam thinks something about this life is wrong, and when he runs into Dean he could swear they’ve met before. But Dean brushes him off until employees start dying real weird in the company. When Dean witnesses an IT tech stab himself in the throat during a panic attack over filling out a form incorrectly, he accepts that Sam might be on to something. The two work together to research the company and the deaths, eventually realizing the ghost of the company’s founder is compelling workers to kill themselves if they don’t give Sandover their all. Smith and Wesson dispatch the ghost (after finding some helpful tips online from the Ghostfacers), and eventually Dean’s boss reveals that he is actually Zachariah, an angel who arranged this little interlude for Dean to help him remember that he is and always will be a hunter at heart. Dean doesn’t take kindly to this interference from the angels and promises that one day he’ll stab Zachariah in his face.

Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.

[and we begin:]

Lor: bounces I love this one

Mace:

it is a good one

he looks so ridiculous in that shirt and tie

Lor:

and I love that this show is like "ep 16: torture, hero almost killed by a demon who tortured him in hell for 30 years. ep 17: alternate universe shenanigans"

mmm. someone should maybe take him out of them

Mace:

they like to mess with us

Lor:

yep

Mace:

LOR.

Lor:

wot?

innocent

Mace:

simmer down

Lor:

NEVER

Mace:

omg this guy plays such a hilarious weirdo on Psych

Lor:

Zachariah?

Mace:

yeah

Lor:

omg Dean Smith. you do not need to lose any weight. eat a cookie

kill a ghost

Mace:

Lor:

LOL Sam's face

Mace:

SAM IN THAT POLO

Lor:

YES

even Dean Smith makes "no homo" jokes when no one else brought that up pets him go to therapy, baby

Mace:

it’s crazy to me that Sam is uncomfortable in this fake life but Dean suspects nothing

YEP

Lor:

DID YOU TRY TURNING IT OFF AND THEN ON

yeah it is WEIRD

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

but it fits with his "I can fit in anywhere thing"

Mace:

hm. I wonder if it’s more “I’m so unhappy in the life my daddy forced me into” thing

Lor:

oh definitely

Mace:

my god he FITS in that shirt

Lor:

YAAAS

he should really stop being work buddies with this asshole

Mace:

(omg I am seriously wearing almost EXACTLY that other dude’s outfit right now)

Lor:

HAAAAHAHAHAHA I LOVE IT

poor Sam doesn't fit in his cubicle

Mace:

graphic t with ratty flannel over

Lor:

it is the BEST outfit

Mace:

oh Sammy, sweets, I’ll nap with you

Lor:

MACE

simmer down

Mace:

I love how he does NOT fit into that cubicle

Lor:

YES

Mace:

Dean’s profile. just DAMN, son

Lor:

YAAAAAS

they made him extra pretty this ep and I love that they bothered

Mace:

he cleans up super nice

Lor:

Dean, you know you have some vampire romance novels under your perfectly made bed

Mace:

SNORK

“you overshare”

HAHAHA

Lor:

the tiny montages of the workplace mundanities

Mace:

YEP

“I hope they spank me” this boy is naughty

Lor:

LOL

look, we've all been where he is. no evil ghost needed

Mace:

Lor:

Mace:

oh GROSS

SHOULDERS

Lor:

YAS

omg Dean's pretty pretty face. his LIPS

Mace:

RIGHT?!

Lor:

omg Sam and Dean are both researching it and asking the same questions on their own. i love it

Mace:

YES

“did you shave?!”

Lor:

lol

"the dash-Rs"

Mace:

“hey, guy”

Lor:

omg his back in those suspenders

Mace:

right?

omg EW

Lor:

RIGHT?

i always forget this one has some serious ew horror moments

poor Dean so shook

Mace:

but not as shook as a normal person, which is kind of awesome

Lor:

the way his voice kinda fails on "neck"

YES

I love the way he just totally took charge with Ian (even though it didn't work)

Mace:

why did he bring his bag?

yeah

Lor:

security laptop. it makes him feel safe

Mace:

emotional support laptop

Lor:

YES

"NOT NATURAL"

Mace:

Lor:

"no that would be nuts" HAAAAAHHAHAHAHA poking fun at their own show history

Mace:

SNORK

Lor:

"some skills I happen to have"

Mace:

okay settle down, Taken

Lor:

I admire from afar

Mace:

Dean’s arms in that shirt

Lor:

HEY. SETTLE DOWN

Mace:

“right?!” BOYS

Lor:

"I am dying to check this out." "Right?" YES

Mace:

SNORK! Look, I’m always like this. It’s weirder when you do it

Lor:

LOLOLOLOL

Fair enough

Mace:

your desire to trot at any given moment is, like, lukewarm

Lor:

at best

Mace:

which is, of course, completely cool - PUN INTENDED - I’m just saying that when you bump it up to hot-trotting, it’s just different

Lor:

LOLOLOL

I get it

Mace:

whereas my trotting enthusiasm always runs at toasty, minimum

Lor:

except for the GIANT BOWL OF APPLES

eat a food, Dean, I beg you

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

LOL toasty trots

DON'T BE A SNOB DEAN SMITH

Mace:

right?!

(also, their NAMES)

Lor:

your daddy raised you better'n that

Mace:

did he, though?

I think you mean Bobby raised him better

Lor:

(YES I am kissing whoever decided to give them OTHER gun names platonically on the head)

Mace:

(HA)

Lor:

Bobby is his dad in the universe, that's what I meant

Mace:

omgomgomg

Lor:

HAAAAHAHAHAHA GHOSTFACERS

"instructional videos"

Mace:

GHOSTFACERS

I forgot they were in here!

Lor:

THIS IS LIKE THE BEST JOKE that they learn how from them who they hate who learned it from them

I LOVE IT kicks feet in glee

Mace:

YESYESYES

Lor:

nrrrrrf Dean's dumb buttondown tucked into his dumb dress slacks

Mace:

YES

“yeah now sucks"

Lor:

his portfolio is in the sewer. poor rich baby

Mace:

Lor:

"useless douchebags the Winchesters"

"possibly all states"

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

and Dean's face at the idea of digging up bodies

Mace:

YES

omg Dean hiding

Lor:

YES

oh man another super gross bit coming

Mace:

UGH

“…what?” SAM

Lor:

YES

eeeeeeeeew

Mace:

EWEWEWEW

poor Bean

Lor:

poor sammy

"take the stairs"

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

aw Dean's little swallow

Mace:

YES

Lor:

"I have no idea"

Mace:

oh boys

Lor:

hey! stop throwing my Dean around into things!

ooo the teamwork

Mace:

YES

Lor:

I love that Sam immediately clocks that the way to help Dean is not to help him but to dispatch the ghost

Mace:

YES

so smart

“that was amazing!”

Lor:

HE HAS A FIRST AID KIT IN HIS OFFICE

pets him

Mace:

yeah

“how would we live?”

HEALTH INSURANCE

Lor:

"you don't wanna go fighting ghosts without any health insurance" I LOVE HIM

YES

Mace:

I LOVE that Sam instinctively knows who he is

HE WENT TO STANFORD

Lor:

YES

RIGHT?!

And his family is Bobby, Ellen, and Jo

Mace:

well, Bobby at least

“you don’t know me, pal” ooof

Lor:

"you should go" sigh

YAS SAM

Mace:

YAS SAMMY DO IT

Lor:

GOD HIS ARMS

Mace:

YES

he BENT the poker MY GOD

Lor:

YES

Dean, hold out for your own angel

Mace:

Lor:

gross

Mace:

yeah

Lor:

THE WAY THE COLOR DROPS OUT

Mace:

OMG YES

Lor:

"my GOD am I hungry"

Mace:

HAHAHA YES

Lor:

trots in with a bag of cheeseburgers and fries and pie

Mace:

Lor:

"gross. no thank you"

Mace:

“gross” HAHAHAHA

Lor:

lololol Dean

ass clowns in monkey suits

Mace:

how did they not realize how he would respond to this?

Lor:

his idiolect! I cannot

RIGHT?

Cas coulda told them. No way they ran this by him

Mace:

nope

daddy issues

he’s not wrong there

Lor:

"I will stab you in your face" AND HE DOES

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

his face journey after "fornicate with women" is something else

look, Dean, I'm here to tell you you can hunt and still have the lattes

Mace:

HAHAHA YES

and fuck all of them for doing all this to Sammy too but not bothering to explain

Lor:

RIGHT?

Mace:

and HE’S THE ONE WHO ACTUALLY PASSED THE STUPID TEST

Lor:

like Sam goes from "my brother is beat to hell in a hospital bed" to being mind fucked and then no one bothers to tell him what's up

RIGHT?

Mace:

so mean. he needs comforting.

Lor:

I think we've talked before about how if they'd given Dean a life HE MIGHT ACTUALLY HAVE HAD, like running his own auto shop, restoring cars, with either Cassie or Cas, he would have STAYED THERE FOREVER

Mace:

YEP

#watchingspnagain #watchingspnagain 4x17 #spn #supernatural #spn meta #spn spoilers #spn 4x17 #watchingspnagain angels #watchingspnagain dean's hedonism #watchingspnagain meta #watchingspnagain normalcy #watchingspnagain color palette

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crimsonlyinglilly · 10 months ago

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AMOW 2. Impalement

Day two of AMonthOfWhump's March Trope-a-Thon.

oh no! Elijah's been impaled. anyway-

more Elijah Whump, This time from Grandfather Elijah AU, so centuries after 'Hale the boy grew.' and Nadia discovers her traveling companion is more that he appeared.

also while writing this I discovered I didn't post the second part of Hale the boy grew. will get on to that.

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It had been years since he had used any of his true strengths and abilities, Nadia was more than happy to take the lead in their search so Elijah had let her believe her first impression, that he was just a young vampire Katarin-Katherine now, had turned and left behind, it was easier to be Elijah Hale rather than Mikaelson, the one who had failed her family and led to their deaths.

Oh, he knew who Nadia was, he had convinced Katarina’s parents to keep him informed of the baby’s growth after they had sent their daughter into his care, the letters were likely still at the bottom of the trunk he had left on the ship. He had assumed she was another, tiny body left in the aftermath of his brother's rage, so when she had introduced herself when they both met during their own searches for Katherine he had been stunned.

Quickly agreeing to join her, following her instructions with little complaint, it was easy to see how she gained the idea he was younger, but the sight of her, alive, learning that she had children, even if he had little to no chance of finding them or their descendants at this point, was a weight lifted from his heart, that he still had something left from his grandchildren, that Hale’s line had survived his brother the way Tatia hadn’t survived him.

Besides he had gained plenty of practice following someone else’s lead while watching their back and Nadia was far more careful than any of his siblings besides Finn.

So it made sense for him to stop holding back the moment the makeshift stake made its way towards her heart, he’d survive it, she wouldn’t. She was family even if she wasn’t entirely aware of how much.

He couldn’t, wouldn’t lose her.

The hearts of the two that had been fighting him, quickly found their way out of their chests and on the floor before he moved.

He gets to see her look of shock and horror as she realised he managed to take her place before the stake punctured his chest, ribs cracking, flesh tearing on the wood.

Metal was always clearer,

Elijah wished he could say he was a stranger to this feeling as the sharp pain erupted stealing his breath; no matter how much he was expecting or that he didn’t need to breathe, he wasn’t, sadly it was a familiar feeling. He choked on a wet gasp despite himself as the wooden former chair leg shifted as he stumbled back and the man let go of it, he was however more annoyed at the ruin of his shirt than anything else.

Darkness swallowed him and he had faith that Nadia would hold her own against their four opponents long enough until his body remembered this wouldn’t kill him and he woke up to pull out the stake himself.

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First time it had been his father’s blade on the night he lost his humanity, then in the years after Hale’s death and the realisation Hale’s younger son, his grandson looked old enough to be his father he had tried himself following rumours of wooden stake killing his kind.

Then years after that soon after his reunion with his siblings it was the brotherhood of Five and their accursed daggers.

Recently, as the last centuries had come to be to him, those things had come to be a comfort, the sharp slide of the ash coated dagger into his heart spare him to ache of losing his last ties to Hale, of failing Katarina.

The black nothing of the daggered death meant he wasn’t living with the knowledge of the village he had visited decade after decade, to watch grow since a small collection of his grandchildren followed him back to the old world, had been massacred by his little brother.

It was a reminder of how he had cost Tatia’s her life because of his lack of control and cost those that had looked up to him with his own blindness towards his brother.

Being daggered in the coffin meant he didn’t have to face his unending love for his brother, while still remember bring there for Lana’s first steps, she had been 60 when Klaus descended in anger, or wondering if Kaila and Juste had had their first child before they were killed, or if Mayflower had gotten permission to marry her boy, or how Heath had had progressed with his blade work or the fact he would never get to see Eli, the child named for him, show him how good he had gotten with the bow Elijah had given him on his last visit.

Every time his brother had undaggered him expecting, demanding forgiveness Elijah remembered another face, another person, another life Klaus had cut down without care. He had stopped fighting back after the fifth time he had been released, simply refusing to look at Klaus harmed him far more than any thoughtless lashing out, he was daggered just as quickly after that when Klaus couldn’t stand being ignored more than any anger.

In the end the only reason Elijah had swallowed his rage and grief at his lost grandchildren, was his other siblings pleading and the reminder that Katarina was still alive and free, running from them as she was.

Katarina who was sent to him, by her family to protect, to guide, to give a better life and he had unknowingly left her to be used as a sacrifice by his brother.

Katarina who believed he had known, believed he had sold her out to be killed, who was running from him as much as Klaus.

So he had accepted Klaus’s apology and let them return to an almost normal state, using his freedom from the coffin and time awake to look for Katarina, learned who she had gained her blood from, where she had run, and warned Klaus not to bring anymore harm to her.

It was however from Kol that he learnt she had changed her name, going most commonly by Katherine, Klaus took his relive of news of her as a example and started bringing the small pieces of information to him like a cat brought dead birds, if could almost be seen as small hints of apology if Klaus had accepted killing Elijah’s grandchildren was wrong at all.

That was one problem he found that spending so much time mostly daggered, the connections he had collected had scattered, faded or died. A reminder of the cruellest lesson this life had taught him, one could never win against time.

Still he had waited watching out for any sign of her from afar as he rebuilt his network and tried to manage and help his family, he would have stayed doing that if Father hadn’t found them, hadn’t pushed them to flee again.

He couldn’t return to the new world, not when all signs pointed to Katherine was still in Europe, not when the last time he had been on the continent where his siblings were born, it had been to a village he had watched grow, one wiped out from illness and fighting in the century following his absence.

But he couldn’t tell Klaus that or he’d end up spending the passage in a coffin, proof of the came when Kol refused to leave.

So he had helped dagger Kol to get Klaus to lower his guard and ensured he himself was off the ship before it left. Klaus would undagger Kol soon enough without him, if he didn’t Rebekah would and Elijah would collect various magical tomes and objects to make up for his cold usage of his youngest brother, but Kol was the only one that had understood and hadn’t judged why he had spent a century away from them in the first place, they had come to a understanding of sort.

Finn had been Finn, Klaus was betrayed and Rebekah was jealous no matter how she had tried to hide it.

Kol would have taken anything, done anything, to hold on to a spark of his magic, he hadn't blamed Elijah for trying to cling to his humanity with Hale.

He had left Rebekah and Kol a letter each, that was forty years ago he likely would have given up his lone search for Katherine if he hadn’t come across Nadia a few years ago.

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It happened suddenly, they were passing through a town that the latest rumours of her mother had pointed to, she had learned where Katherine had been staying and followed the lead in hopes to find out where she had gone after the town.

Instead they had fallen into a trap, she had led Elijah into a trap where they were outnumbered.

She was confident in her own abilities and the fact she had never seen Elijah struggle with anything; in a fight, hunger, bloodlust had been on the small list she had collected screaming that he was more than he let her think but at first she had only planned on using him to find her mother later it had grown into a true fondness.

But two against six, stronger, likely older than them wasn’t a great chance, which was proven when she stumbled back and found herself stuck unable to escape and too slow to block as her death came at her.

Then everything changed.

One moment the wooden stake was heading for her heart with no way she could move out of the way the next she was falling over the table that had blocked her coming up up to turn and watch with horror as the stake impaled her travelling companion of three years in the heart

Elijah Hale, the man she had first thought was just some poor pretty nobleman her mother had ensnared and turned on a whim, as she had learned from her travels, was somewhat of a habit she had.

He was charming and kind, she could see why her mother had gotten attached enough to turn him, even if kindness was something she wasn’t used to from their kind, she could ignore the way he sometimes stared at her with awe and assumed it was from relief at no longer looking for Katherine alone.

While habit of dress and his ability to talk rings around nobles and gain what he wanted with barely the use of compulsion agreed with her idea of him being a noble, his ease travelling with nothing and a few stories she had gotten out of him spoke of rougher roots

He spoke of Katerine as Katarina, sometimes a name she hadn’t used since she was alive and Nadia adapted her idea of him as someone who was turned around at the same time, that perhaps he was someone her mother hadn’t just used but had loved.

She had allowed herself to get far more attached herself at that thought, that they could find her mother and actually stay together as a sort of family, even if she wasn’t sure what Elijah was exactly, as she had started to notice through the stories of her mother she had managed to gain from him, that they weren’t lovers that Elijah spoke of her as a younger relative more than anything else.

She hadn’t realised how much the idea of that mattered to her until it died, as Elijah stumbled back and slumped against the wall looking down at the wood impaling his heart with more annoyance than anything else as his skin turned grey and ashened in death.

She swallowed back any grief and threw herself back into the fight realising that before Elijah had somehow moved quicker than she thought possible and taken her place he had killed two of those fighting him, leaving her against four.

She lost track of time as the fight passed in a blur she managed to stake one of the remaining men and she was caught before she could do anything more, she was struggling against the hold when a voice called out.

“I wouldn’t if i was you.” A familiar impossible voice froze them all and she turned slowly to see Elijah standing the wooden stake that should have killed him in one hand. Watching them with a mild smile but she doubted the surviving three were looking at his face, she herself could barely pull her eyes from the healing hole in his chest.

The fatal wound closed as if nothing had happened.

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I'll end it there as the impalement is over.

Part two may follow.

#amow tropeathon2024 #day2 #impalement #tw impalement #elijah mikealson #nadia petrova #AU- Grandfather Elijah #fan fiction #the vampire dairies au #the originals au #tvd fanfiction

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ziggysarcana · 2 months ago

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(for any/all muses) What is your character’s favorite childhood memory?

Shira — Shira was seven when she first met Calamity. The hospital was quiet save for the quiet beeping of machinery. The air felt sterile and it smelt sterile too. Absolutely no fragrance on this floor. Her mother smiled at her weakly, holding a small bundle in her arms. Shira stepped closer, heart swelling with a mix of child-like curiosity and excitement. Then -- she saw her. Tiny, pink and perfect. Her eyes closed in a sweet slumber. Shira reached out her hand, slow and hesitant, brushing against her fingers. The little baby responded by wiggling them, just barely. She grinned, the world feeling quieter, like it was just her and her baby sister in the room.

Ludwig — Ludwig stood at the edge of the giant Berlin Wall, a whole new world on the other side that he yearned to see. Even just a glimpse would suffice. Yearning -- it's something you grow to learn to manage when you're born on the wrong side of the wall. His little hands were stuffed into his jacket. Waiting. The air was cold on his cheeks but he could hardly feel a thing because he was so excited. It had been months now since his best friend Sabine had gone to America to visit her family. Today she was to come home, with both of her parents working hard already and with no sick time to spare, he offered to go pick her up. The van pulled up and Ludwig's ears perked up with the corners of his mouth. He ran towards her with legs that were lighter than they had been in months. "Sabi!" He cried out, relieved. She had hugged him tight, laughing into his shoulder.

"I missed you, Lud!" Sabine had said.

He lost his manners, looking at her with wide eyes as he asked "America... It's real, right?" His hands were fidgeting.

Sabine's eyes were bright as she nodded. "It's very real! You'd love it! I have so many stories to tell you." Her eyes shifted to the guards that were stood by the Wall and in a nervous tone she said "But we have to get out of here first."

Julian - In their cozy, sun soaked kitchen in Cuba, young Julian watched his mother and his two younger sister's carefully stir a pot of chocolate. Thick and rich. The air was scented with sweet cinnamon and cocoa. His mother with her knowing smile and that always wild hair, guided them through the process. She was a great teacher for her children, showing them almost every form of divination. Potion's lessons were definitely the favorite of all the siblings, usually it came with a reward. Almost always in the form of a delicious steaming drink. "You don't just mix," she had said quietly. "You'll feel it. There's a rhythm. Lean into it, mis angeles."

When the potion was ready, Julian was handed a cup. Last, of course. He has always been a kind and courteous boy, always making sure his sisters went first for everything. The sweet chocolatey drink was warm and hefty. The taste filled him with a comfortable sense of belonging. Something ancient and powerful running through his family and his own spirit. He can still remember it. His mother bending down to ruffle up his hair, saying with a smile "One day I know you will make more than just potions, my sweet Juli."

Céleste- A very small and very tired Cece was sat at a round table near the stage. Her eyes were wide with wonder as she watched her mother in the spotlight. The lounge was dim and a bit smokey. Her mother's smooth red dress caught onto the light as she swayed to the music. Her voice smooth and soulful. It always filled the room, and Cece, with a warmth that made everything feel like it was wrapped in silk. She had always loved this -- getting to see their mother sing. It was like she was singing to her. There was something different about tonight though, they couldn't quite place it but there was an undeniable excitement in her mother's eyes, a glint. Like there was a secret that Cece wasn't privvy to. Then suddenly, the door opened and light poured in. Cece froze. Standing in the doorway was fer father, Felix. He had been in France for weeks on business and she had missed him terribly. Felix wasn't supposed to be home until tomorrow -- but there he was. Smiling his wide smile, making his way towards the stage. Without a word but not without his signature flair for dramatics, he stepped up onto stage beside her mother and took the microphone. The band effortlessly shifted the tune and the room fell completely silent as he began to sing, his voice rich and beautiful. A perfect match to her mothers. Céleste's heart swelled impossibly wide as she watched them sing together in perfect harmony. She sat back, grinning ear to ear; feeling like the luckiest little girl in the world.

#ask event 001 #musings; cece #musings; ludwig #musings; shira #musings; julian

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isolctions · 1 year ago

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Showers have always been one of her only safe spaces. When she steps into it tonight, for the first time Izi doesn't carry the overwhelming weight of grief, guilt, disgust or shame with her; no compulsion to scrub her skin raw in scalding hot water to rid her body of the ghosts of unkind hands & unwanted touches. For once, Izidora felt lighter than ever, warmth filling her chest & stomach as she's suddenly hit by a strange feeling of giddiness over the anticipation of what was to come. Pressing a shaky hand to her mouth while her body briefly remained hidden from Keith by the shower door, Izidora's mind runs through the memories of the short time they've spent together, finally allowing herself to come to terms with the knowledge that she's loved him through each & every moment, even the tense & angry ones, including the conversation held just moments ago. She felt like she could be herself with him, entirely safe with a person that really cared about her — and now, she's about to become his wife. Completely overcome by the sudden onset of a multitude of emotions, Izi grins through the running water & tears hitting her face, moving her hands to cheeks in sheer disbelief before remembering he was still waiting on her. Halfway through washing herself, she notices Keith slip into the shower beside her and subtly keeps her hand shielded against her bare cheek, consciously standing at an angle as she silently took it upon herself to assist with cleaning off together. It was another first, but an oddly intimate one given their closeness in proximity. "Shit, baby, your back — ," Izi whispers suddenly, scrunching her face up in slight embarrassment once she fully sees the damage her nails dealt to his skin. "Hol' on, it's gon' stop stingin' in a sec," Reaching past him for the bottle she just placed aside, Izidora pours a small amount of the healing mixture she normally used for herself before gently massaging it into his back, sneaking a tiny kiss at the middle of his spine. Once they were both clean, fully dressed & satisfied, Izidora took no time at all in getting straight to the point with him. It was nerve wracking, and she still wasn't entirely sure of why Keith — or anyone, really — would ever want to marry somebody like her. "Yea'...she got like, some fuckin' license from the state or whatever. Unless you wanna wait instead? We jus' met, so..." In a way, she was giving him an out as she anxiously rambled on — until he agreed. She blinks, stunned for a second, before visibly lighting up as she leans into his hold & caressed his face gently with soft, yet passionate kiss in return. However, it falters for just a moment once they pull away, Izidora flinching minutely at Keith's sudden question about her face. "We shoul' go, 'fore she start blowin' my phone up waitin'." She avoids the question entirely, not quite ready to reveal to him the disfiguration covering the entirety of her right cheek. At least not now, literal minutes before their wedding. Only a half hour later, the shit was real. Izidora was standing in the middle of her close friend Lakeyah's living room: a bouquet of fake roses in one hand & Keith's in the other, and a (ridiculous) veiled tiara placed on top of her head. Once the overly-excitable woman managed to stop fussing at her long enough to take her seriously, they were now here — making up vows completely on a whim. She nearly goes weak in the knees at being coaxed gently into vulnerability. She's quiet, flustered by the intensity of Keith's stare as she anxiously tries to find the right words. "I got this...really fuckin' annoyin' ass crush on you. An' I'on know how none of this shit works, 'cause I never been wit' anybody in my whole life before. You real life the first boyfriend I ever had an' we only really been together for like, five hours — shut the fuck up, 'Keyah — but...I meant it when I said I'm in love wit' you. Only a lil' bit, 'cause you be pissin' me the fuck off. I still wanna be wit' you though, so...lemme be ya' wife, or whatever."

"Okay!" Keith exclaimed, loosening his hold on her body, "You so fuckin' ghetto...why would you say it like that?" The grimace that contorted his face was quickly replaced by a lustful sort of joy at watching Izidora walk away from him. Keith couldn't resist the urge that stirred within, striking his palm against her supple flesh. Knowing firsthand the strength behind her reflexes, he hung back for a moment. He didn't mind (maniacally enjoyed) the physicality of their relationship, but it always helped to be prepared for Izi's wrath.

Soon after, Keith returned to a more playful version of himself, immediately cracking jokes when he followed her into the bathroom. "Shut up. You wanna marry me." He had a feeling that would be his response to insult she lobbed his way. At this point, Keith was untouchable, having won Izidora's affections against all odds. He allowed her a few minutes in the shower by herself as he put his own hair up. Sliding in as she was rinsing, Keith couldn't help but notice the hand that never left her face. Much more focused on getting himself clean, he didn't harp on it too much. Every woman had their own way of bathing...but outside of the shower? That was a separate dilemma entirely. Even back in the bedroom, she kept it covered, but the speed at which she navigated between rooms distracted him momentarily. And finally, he received some clarity about this phone call. "Do what? Marry us?" Keith didn't know whether to be excited or scared. She was just as impulsive as he was, but she had drive. Slipping the clean designer tee over his head, he met her with a smile. "Shit, let's go then," he shrugged like they just agreed to a late night fast food run. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and kissed her forehead. It was strange how he wasn't nervous at all, how ready he was to spend the rest of his life with someone's he's only known for a short amount of time.

Overthinking wasn't something that Keith was capable of doing; he rarely tried to explain things way or make a rational argument. He did as he pleased and said what he wanted, no matter how silly it was or insensitive it could come off. Pulling back a bit, he pressed his lips into hers sweetly, minding the stitches. He tried to move some of her hair out of her face. And immediately, the motion reminded him of her repeated efforts to conceal the right side of it. "Why you keep covering yo' face like I ain't seen you already?" Maybe it was the makeup she'd already applied, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary to him. She was still so beautiful, but he was curious. What the fuck was that about?

#izidora ━ interacts #somethingscft #i just crode real bad <3

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jin0 · 3 years ago

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Fucking The Silence Out Of You [TASM!Peter Parker]

Summary : Peter and you get in a fight, he said something insensitive and regrets it. You being you, you walk off and ignore him for a while. Peter cannot handle not having you around, and sometimes (not every time) he'll get desperate enough to fuck the silence out of you.

Pairing : TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Warning : 18+ Only, Minors DNI, smut, manhandling, breaking in (peter's on some illegal shit), angst, shower sex, kinda dub-con if you squint, dom!peter, kinda sub!reader, unhinged/desperate!peter, groveling i guess ???, titty worshipping, cum play, fingering, kinda angry sex/punishment sex

A/N : and im back at it again with a weird mix of angst and smut and a little fluff here and there i guess ?? yeah, hope y'all enjoy this one

(ps : thanks so much to the anon who suggested this, really you're a little genius !!!)

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You and Peter, the Sun and the Moon in whichever order your chose and depending entirely on your moods and the way the other reacted to it. You two were complementary to each other, necessary to have one if you wanted to understand the other. You were two pieces of the same soul, suffering and loving together. Separating you was both useless and painful, practically impossible to do.

But sometimes, the best thing to do is to separate for a while to give each other time. And Peter, was never good with that. He searched for you every time you left him, his body instantly feeling your absence. So when you were the one to voluntarily stay away, it was obvious that he'd come knocking on your door. Knocking until you let him in, or he let himself in.

When you got to meet Peter for the first time, you couldn’t help but think that this dude was absolutely fucking crazy. You were what people would call a demi-god, born of two human parents but an ancestral gene avoided by at least five generations before falling on your tiny baby shoulders. You’d grown with the usual powers, super strength, speed that could rival a sports car, you toped it off with the agility of a godly Olympic gymnast and other attributes that never ceased to amaze the people.

Your boyfriend was this first amazed, proving you how cool you were from the day he met you. You remembered how after helping Spiderman save the city, you’d try to fly away but the man followed you closely. When you finally managed to get back to your apartment safety, you turned around to find him looking you up and down frantically. He had someone like him, finally.

The rest was history but you’d never stop smiling at the memory of him rushing to you and inspecting your hands to see what device you used to fight. When you’d told him you could do that without a device, he stood in silence for a few minutes before exploding in laughter. He tried to figure out a way to scientifically explain you but struggled, which made you laugh harder. You should’ve been worried, trying to get rid of him after erasing him memories of you. Instead, you felt comfortable around this random stranger who ended up taking his mask pretty quickly after.

It was when you shook his hand, staring into his big brown eyes while he stared into yours, that you figured it out. You were in love for this man. And he was in live for you too. You both loved each other so much that for a long while, he friendship went as smoothly as anything could ever go and it was easy to switch to a romantic relationship. It went just as smoothly, conversation and love guiding the both of you with any issue.

It was good, so good, you felt like it would go along forever. And with how long it did, it was a good beginning. But things weren’t meant to always go perfectly right ? They were never meant to go on forever without a few stones standing in the way.

“Eh ! Eh, don’t walk away from me ! I’m not done taking to you !”

This was more than a few stones. This was a whole bolder, one that had started with you. You didn’t be care for now though, you didn’t care about much, too angry to care.

You kept walking, fast and as far as possible from him. You were fast, really fast and your mood was making it worst. You could hear him call you and try to grab your wrist each time he got close enough to feel the burning rage that warmed your body. You might’ve been a little more than simply angry, rightfully so.

Stomping forward, you ignored the curious looks and whispers that followed. Spiderman himself was chasing you, not swinging but walking and apologizing to everyone he bumped into by mistake. He saw his apartment building come into view and decided to use of his capacities to catch you by surprise.

You were still stomping when you entered his apartment building. Climbing the stairs to reach his apartment, you felt his missing presence but didn’t think anything of it. When you did it was a problem anyways. You barely opened the door that you were pulled inside and pinned against it when it closed.

“What the fuck is your problem ?!” Snarled the masked spider, staring straight at you with visible anger.

You narrowed your eyes in defiance and pushed him away from you. You were about to leave when he pulled you back by the wrists.

“You’re not walking away from me again. I fucking swear, I’ll web you to the fucking wall if I have to.”

“Oh whoa, lucky me ! It’ll be my second time tonight. Give me a third and I’ll genuinely start thinking that you see me as the enemy more than your partner.” You spat back, smiling condescendingly.

You try to step away from him, pushing him as gently as you could while being this angry, but he blocks you again, his hold on your forearms tightening into a practically painful grip. You inhale a sharp breath, feeling the anger get dangerously close to rage. You could get him off of you, that you definitely could and it wouldn’t be the first time you did. You were strong enough to be his partner after all, the thing is, you refused to hurt him, even if you did want to step on his foot right now. He was being difficult and that was tickling that petty part of you.

“Peter, get your hands off of me before I make you get off.” You threatened, your voice deep and commanding. That did catch him off guard, only showing it briefly before switching to his own petty side.

“So you’re threatening me now ? What’s it gonna be next, tackling me to the fucking floor ? Since you can’t fucking control yourself.”

“I’m the one who can’t control myself ?!" You exclaimed, anger rising at his comment. "You’re a fucking dick Peter ! You’re the one who webbed me to a fucking car ! What the fuck is this ?! Who the fuck do you think I am ?! Your fucking child ?!”

“Well you fucking behave like one !” He let go of you to swing his arms in the air which gave you a chance to step away and turn back to your things. You weren’t going to stay here but a part of you wanted to give you both the chance to actually talk instead of simply just fighting until you were to tired to keep going and would apologize out of exhaustion.

“Oh ? I act like a child ? How do I fucking act like a child Peter ?! Tell me how I behave like a fucking toddler ?!”

You’d let go of your things as soon as he compared you to an infant. The last thing you wanted was to be compared to a child when you were a grown woman capable of protecting and taking care of herself. Also, you wouldn’t take it from the man refusing the sleep if you weren’t around.

The moment you stepped up to him, walking right into his personal space and defying his judgment, he couldn’t help but feel the tingles that went from his heart straight to his bulge. He had always loved that feisty part of you and it did things to his self control that would have anyone hunched over trying to hide their arousal but failing miserably. You brought out the worst kinds of sexual desires when you were angry and he often made it worst by laughing at you, trying to keep himself from kissing your breath away. Right now was one of those situations but with a twist, he was angry too and wouldn’t let his fucking horny side ruin his point.

“You want me to tell you how you act like a fucking child ? Look at how you’re behaving right now Bunny. You’re gonna look at me in the eyes and tell me you’re not being a fucking spoiled brat ?” He chuckled in your face, which had you fuming.

You glared at him, backing away from him before you slapped him across that beautiful face of his.

“You’re calling me a fucking spoiled brat because I saved you from getting run over by a fucking train ? That’s what I’m understanding ?”

“Saving me ? You call jumping in front a moving train saving me ?” He queried, looking at you with fake curiosity.

“Are you really going to ignore the fact that I got us both out of the way ? You’re angry to the point of ignoring the main part of this stupid fight ?” You were slowly getting back to your previous state of anger, your voice getting louder.

“You see ?! You think this is stupid, you’re being childish and ignoring the fact that you could’ve got yourself fucking killed !” He responded, pointing his finger at you. You sigh, rubbing your face in desperation, this was going to get long.

“So if I’m understanding your logic correctly, you wanted me to let you get hit by a fucking train because I could get hurt ?! Are you fucking serious ?! You want me to avoid danger as if the whole point of being a vigilante wasn’t the possibility of danger to protect others ? And you blame me for putting my life in a possible danger when you do it every fucking day for others and me ?!”

“But you’re not protecting anyone ! You’re not protecting anyone, not even yourself ! And I have to fucking do that for you because you’re fucking reckless !”

This last one sent a wave of silence rushing through the room. The sound of his heavy breathing soon faded and was quickly replaced by this awkward silence and the violent realization of what he had just said. The guilt was quick to take over, rapidly replacing the anger he felt a few seconds ago. His words resonated in his head, tiny voices slowly getting louder and screaming about how stupid he was. He had fucked up and he could see it in your face.

This expression you were wearing, that one was killing him. He’d seen it before, the one you had when you felt like you had failed, like your efforts were useless and like you should’ve just stayed in your corner. He hated that face and was the first one to silently threaten whoever made you feel this way. Right now, he was the one to make you feel this way and he was already beating himself for it.

He’d just scream in your face that you weren’t protecting anyone, your biggest insecurity and he’d thrown it in your face. You had been scared of not being able to truly protect others and here he was, using it out of anger. He was a dick, and he could see it.

Looking at your face, he could see the anger dissipate and be replaced by sadness before switching to nothing. And that was the worst, the emotionless part that you used when you didn’t want to show that you were upset. He did this and it was biting him in the face as karmic punishment.

“Bunn-“ He cut himself off when he saw you turn away from him to grab your things. No, no, no this wasn’t good, no ! You were not going to leave, not before he could make this right. He refused to let you go before he could explain himself or simply apologize profusely.

When you grabbed you bad with your day clothes in it, he was quick to reach for you wrist and rip the bad out of your hands.

“No, please Bunny look at me.” He pleaded, trying to grab your attention. You went out of your way to avoid his eyes and he was slowly starting to get more and more agitated. “Please, look at me, please ! I didn’t lean it, Bunny ! Let me explain myself before you leave, please !”

You turned to finally face him, and maybe he would’ve rather you not look at him. You looked completely different, looking at him as if he was a complete stranger, someone you didn’t know. He shook his head, grabbing your shoulders to keep you from walking away. You were ready to leave and his sweaty hands were finally showing the possible gravity of his words and behavior since earlier.

You pushed him away, hard enough for him to let go of you, which had him shuffling back, trying to not trip over his own feet. You ignored him and turned to walk towards the door.

“Bunny, please !” In a last resort cause, he webbed his door, managing to push it closed before rushing to you. He grabbed your face to have you look into his eyes. “Don’t leave angry ! You’re not leaving angry, we’re not separating on this, not until we fix this.”

You looked up, smiling sadly, you hand going up to his and taking it off your face to hold it tightly.

“No need. There’s no fight. You don’t fight with children, do you Peter ? You scold them, and you teach them better. Or at least in your case, you make sure they understand that they’re not doing anything useful and you’re burdened with having to make sure they don’t die without you. That’s what you just did, because you treat me like the child I am.”

And it was with these soft last words that you left him, the man standing in his doorway, stunned and rethinking the whole fight. Feeling drained, he closed his door and slid down the wooden board, running his hands over his face. Fucking great, Peter. Way to fucking go. He’d be lucky if he wasn’t single after that.

He knew you were upset, he’d said hurtful things and he deserved what he got. But fuck was it painful to not have you around. He genuinely couldn’t feel worse but every time, he felt himself sink lower and lower, he missed you terribly.

It had been two weeks since the fight and in these two weeks, Peter had the time to reflect how utterly stupid he had been. When he thought about it, he has been a hypocrite to be lad at you for jumping in front of danger for him as if he did not do it for you at the smallest things. He could even remember jumping in front of you when a kitten had jumped to rest on your shoulder. It was instinctive to protect you, because he loved you and that’s what people who loved each other did. He protected you and you protected him, that was what you did for each other.

You had been gone for two weeks and these two weeks had been the worst weeks of his life, every day feeling more dull than the previous one. You were a ray of sunshine to him and he’d pushed the sun away by being an idiot and hurting you. You always went out of your way to understand his points and not debate him, privileging discussions and honesty. The one time he had to return the favor, he didn’t, acting on his emotions and fear of you getting seriously hurt and letting it ruin everything. Anger was a bitch.

In these two weeks, he’d spend every day waiting in front of you door, in your apartment building and on campus. He waited for you everywhere, waiting for you to give him a chance to speak. All he got was the silent, treatment and his texts left on read. Everything he tried was met with this wall of silence that he couldn’t take anymore.

He’d been doing everything to get you to talk to him, even going as far as talking to the press and asking you questions. He put you on the spot, which was a shitty move but he was desperate. Now, it always ended with you leaving the scene without even looking at him. The public had soon started mocking him, spreading the news that Spiderman was in the doghouse. It made them laugh but not him, he was the one suffering it. Something about being the butt of the joke probably.

Over this two weeks, he’d been deprived of you entirely, loosing your warmth and the fuel you brought to his heart. He deserved it but it was ruining him a little more each passing hour. Your absence was breaking him, and it was only worsened by the fact that he knew where you lived and went to the same college as you did. You were so close yet so far, within reach but also impossible to grab. You were taking very cautious measures to make him suffer and it was working, he was suffering, a whole lot.

He knew he had reached his breaking point this morning. He couldn’t sleep without you so he decided to swing by your apartment to see if your window was open this time. The night was hot and you slept with your window open in this weather. Except, this time, your window had been closed and locked. Looking into your apartment, you had bought a fucking fan.

Looking through another window, he could see your door. The locks were different, you changed fucking locks !? Was this why he couldn’t open you apartment ? He knew he needed to give you space but this was going so far, the idea that maybe he had lost you for good was starting to become a little more realistic.

His desperation was rapidly toped with anger. You were shutting him out from you life, slowly erasing yourself and that was not going to happen. He was not going to let you walk away from his apartment angry and was definitely not going to let you walk away from him life all together. He was a fighter and he would fight for you, tooth and nails.

Maybe changing your locks had been too much, maybe you were being dramatic. But in your defense, you really needed to get new locks and you also didn’t want to let Peter in. You were simply killing two birds with one stone.

You could’ve talked it through, but you felt like it was better to simply walk away this time. Your mind was telling you that this was the best thing to do for now. You’d felt that night, after his words, like you were a burden to him, like you were forcing him to protect you, pushing more stress on him and that was the last thing you wanted. You wanted to help and protect like he did, he you had the capacity to do so. You knew you did and you would never let them go to waste, which is why you kept working to help the citizens of New York.

What you’d stopped doing was communicating with Peter. You would help him if it was needed and if he asked but you couldn’t allow yourself to bother him more than you were already doing. He loved you, you would never doubt it but if he forced himself to take care of you, you would be the one to stop him from doing so. And that started by protecting yourself better with new locks to your door. You might’ve been a protector for this town but no one would protect your things if you were to get robbed. That was adulting, and you would try your best not to fuck it up.

Today had been fantastically dull, Peter’s absence felt a little more than usually. You’d forced yourself to step away and give him space but god was it hard when you were head over heels for the man. He was everything to you and not having him around was hurting more than it should’ve. Now, you wouldn’t deny the fact that you were also being a little petty by not giving him anything. He had upset you he deserved the silent treatment at least.

Going back to your apartment, you felt your entire body being crushed by the weight of the different activities from the week. You were exhausted physically and mentally, which could be fixed with a good shower. You quickly stripped off of you clothes and jump in the cabin, letting the water cover you whole and drown the sound of someone pounding on your door.

Because yes, obviously he was going to show up. He needed to see you, desperately, and this time, he wouldn’t let your silence go on any further. You would talk to him, and that was final.

“Bunny, I swear if you don’t open this fucking door, I’m climbing through your window !” He screamed, not caring about the potential prying ears, curious about the events going on in the hallway.

When you kept silent, he sigh, the anger speaking for him. Well, he had asked for your permission. He backed up slightly, checking both sides before webbing the doorknob and pulling the door towards him before kicking it open. He watched the chain of your door fall to the floor and smirked, fuck your knew locks. He did fell slightly guilty and reminded himself internally to fix them for you after. For now, he simply webbed the door shut, to prevent anyone from opening or seeing what was going on inside.

Walking through your place, he called out your name but again, was met with silence. He only got more and more amused but also annoyed. You were being your petty little self, the one he loved more than anything and right now, he couldn’t control the reactions your silence brought to him. He was majorly angry still and definitely worried but also very turned on by how far you were ready to go to prove a point.

You had him groveling at your feet and you loved it, so did he. He would get on his knees for less and those situations often ended with you naked and your thighs spread open. This was the kind of situation he thought about when he thought about you angry at him and the fact that you’d prevented him from seeing you or hearing you for two weeks did do a number on his sex drive.

Walking to your bedroom, he heard the sound of the water running. You were in there, vulnerable and alone. There was nowhere to run if he cornered you. He was extremely tempted and way past the point of rationality. He went in.

When you heard the sound of your door slamming open, you started panicking, ready to kill whoever it was that was breaking into your apartment. When you saw your boyfriend, your eyes doubled in size.

“What the fuck Peter ?! How the fuck did you get in my apartment ?! What the fuck are you doing here ?!”

“Oh so now you can talk to me ? That’s nice. Sucks that it took me breaking in for you to speak.”

The man let his eyes wander around your naked, glistening body, licking his lips in anticipation. You wanted to be silent ? He’d see how long you could last with what he had in mind for you. He’d make you be so loud, the entire building would hear you, and he’d have your sweet, sweet voice engraved in his eardrums.

Tilting you head to the side, you kept yourself from smiling too visibly. You could see the restraint fade on his face, the man who used to bed on your doorstep long gone. The man in front of you, taking off his shoes and shirt in a hurry was desperate for you, his eyes lingering on your exposed breasts as the water kept pouring over your body. He was weak and ready to do unspeakable things to you.

His eyes devoured you, roaming shamelessly up and down the parts of you he knew he would need in his mouth and the ones he would cover in cum to mark you as his. Peter was understanding and sweet and loving in every aspect of life, but you had this way of bringing out this side of him that would take pure pleasure in ruining you as much as possible. He’d dominate you without intentionally wanting it, simply expressing how much he needed you. And one thing Peter was extremely good at, was needing you.

He’d crave you even when you were right beside him, his body pulled towards yours and itching to feel your skin on his, itching to have your nails scratch his knuckles or his scalp, itching to feel the pad of your fingers on his chest. He needed you as much as one would need air, you were his oxygen, he needed you to live and would do everything in his pour to get his fill. He could very much be compared to an addict and would proudly carry the name if it meant having you by his side.

You should’ve known he’d be loosing it soon, noticing his shape through the window at night. You noticed him everywhere he was and heard him call your name. When it went from a soft plea to an order, you’d noticed it all, it was easy to do, your body craved him too. You could barely process how you went so long without him, internally praising your pettiness for the lengths it could take you to.

Having his presence, burning like fire and invading your lungs, you could see him shed his sweet and awkward persona to be what he kept behind closed doors or behind a red and blue mask. He kept it for you and you only, because it was yours, you had made it, molding this side of his personality with care and attention. He was the Hunter and you were the fox toying with him. He called you Bunny but you were closer to a fox sometimes, a perfect mix between soft and mischievous. You’d bounce one his lap, begging for him to kiss you but you’d also drop to your knees and watch him melt in your mouth and on your hands before letting him do what he craved so badly.

As soon as his shirt hit the floor, he was quick to slide the glass door open and reach inside to pull you towards him by the neck. Letting his jeans be soaked by the water, he smirked when he caught a quick wave of sweetness run through his nose. The sweet scent of your core, aching for him to fuck the silence out of you. Oh, eager could barely cover how you felt. You were buzzing in excitement, forgetting your anger from the previous days.

You arched your back and brought your hands to his naked chest as soon as his strong hands grabbed your neck and pulled you to him with force. He was holding your nape tight and pushed his face towards yours, lips puckering before covering yours in a passionate kiss. His fingers rubbed your veins and the bone of your jaw, managing to pull a little moan out of you and part your soft lips open. His tongue in your mouth, he smiled, licking the inside of it and feeding on your sweet whimpers.

He was suffocating your with his mouth, the kiss so messy, you could barely distinguish the drool that would drip out the corner of your lips and the hot water falling above you. You were loosing focus, the heat too high for you to handle already and the strength of his hand on the back of your head making you feel small and vulnerable. His lips were biting and pulling on yours, never satisfied enough and needing to fully feel your taste on his tongue.

He kept pulling you towards him, his body rubbing against yours in sync with him swollen lips on yours. Both of you were losing oxygen and feeling a little stinging sensation take over your flesh. When he pulled away, a line of saliva followed but was cute by his tongue licking his bottom lip. He smirked, kissing you once more and running his tongue over you lips before fully pulling away to look at the mess he had turned you in.

“Look at you… Already fucking desperate for me to fuck you… When you kept me away for two fucking weeks…”

You couldn’t respond, too mesmerized by the deepness of his voice as you felt it resonate from your head to your pussy and make it pulsate violently. You blinked slowly, still in awe, eyes staring at his face and taking in his hard features. He looked about ready to do nasty things to you, and you were ready to take it all. You clenched your thighs together, which caught his attention. He looked down on your lower stomach and smiled, he would see your juices pour out of you to coat your inner thighs.

He softly dove down onto your neck and rubbed his nose into your skin while your own hands lowered from his chest to pull at the waist band of his jeans. You shuffled with the zipper for a few seconds before he grabs your wrists together and pins them to the wall, above you. When you inhale a sharp breath in surprise, he smiles.

He watched your chest move up and down, in sync with your breathing. You tits, so soft and supple were calling for him, screaming and crying for attention. God, he’d missed them desperately in the last two weeks. He wasted no time to leave your neck to hoist you up and bring them to the perfect level for them to be facing him. He rubbed his face between them, kissing the inside of your breasts and rubbing his nose on your bust. He looked up at you and in this moment, he felt like you were a goddess being worshipped by a mortal man in desperate need for you. Your beautiful eyes were laid on his, staring at him as he nuzzled into you.

His mouth latched onto your nipples, sucking them in vigorously. He let go of your nape and your waist, keeping you up with his hips and digging the tip of his cock into your heat. You could feel it all through the wet fabric of his pants, the throbbing of his cock as it tried to spring free to find refuge in you. He wanted to be inside you but first would need to taste you more.

“F-Fuck… Peter… Baby, calm down…” You moaned, feeling his teeth bite on your nipple before going back to sucking.

He chuckled against your breast before letting it go to latch on the other. His hands were never inactive, his fingers circling around the areolas tenderly and ripping shivers of pleasure out of you on top of your needy moans.

He hummed around your skin, his hands palming and kneading your flesh like dough. He was being rough and tender all at one, bringing you to this in-between state that had you crying for more. He was turning you upside down, making you as loud as he could and he loved you. He had every intention of fucking the silence out of you after all.

When his mouth detached from your chest, he kept on grinding his cock into you and molding your breasts, fingers still playing with the nipples. His brown eyes were hooded and dripping in lust but never left you. They were fixated on you, like stuck on your beautiful face and how it would be marked by the pleasure only he could give you.

“You feel this Bunny ? You feel how hard my cock gets for you ? You can feel it huh ? Throbbing like a fucking teenager because I can’t live without you ? Nothing does this to me, only you and your sweet voice…” He groaned into your ear.

Letting go of one of your tits, he reached for the hot water, turning it off completely and replacing it with cold water. You should’ve been freezing but you weren’t, the shared body heat sufficient to keep you warm.

His lips were quick to find yours again before they moved down your neck and shoulders. He bit and sucked on your flesh, the sweet, honey like taste of your skin lingering on his tongue and engraving itself on his taste buds. Your own hips started moving, rubbing your wetness over his bulge and pushing yourself lower on his to feel him deeper.

“P-Peter… Baby please… Please, m-more…” You breathed out, needing to feel him split you in two. You didn’t care about your anger and your initial fight, you just needed him and he knew that, more than anyone. His senses picking up on your arousal and on how much slick you were dripping on him.

“You wanna beg now Bunny ? Let me hear your voice a little more before…” He smirked, bringing his hands low and pushing two fingers into your folds to gather your juice and taste it.

You were as sweet as a pint of sugar, so much so that he could feel the cavity already forming in his mouth. He tasted you before but these two weeks brought a new height of desperation in him. He needed to taste you all over again. To awaken everything that went silent the moment you crossed the door on your way out of his apartment. He brought his hands back to your folds and starting toying with your clit, swollen and in desperate need of attention. He rubbed his thumb over it, grazing it softly and shushing you when you let out a cry of pleasure.

He wanted to coo at you, feeling whiplash at the contrast between the cold girl you were to him previously but the sweet and needy girl he was grinding his cock into right now. He loved both and would get on his knees for both, but this one, he would pamper and spoil rotten, because she was his good girl, his princess, his Bunny, and she’d get everything from him. Just not now, right now she needed to be punished just a little. Because despite grinding into him like this, you were biting your lips as hard as you could to keep him from hearing you moans out his name.

“You still find it in you to be silent huh ? Still wanna be a brat ? Fine, let’s see how long you can last while I fuck the silence out of you.” He grunted, lips pressed to your ear as his thumb pressed on your sensitive bud and ripped a cry of pleasure out of your throat. “That’s what I fucking thought.”

Turning the water off, he suddenly hoisted you up, properly wrapping your soft thighs around his waist before pushing his bulge into your clenching cunt. He would ruin that poor little hole and turn you into a mess equally as bad as he’d been because of you.

While one of his hands came to grab your ass and keep you up, he put the other to work and opened his pants to let them drop to the floor in a loud tud. Slipping his feet out and kicking the dripping piece of fabric out of the cabin, he let his hand wander back to your neck, grabbing it roughly and pulling you for a kiss that would leave you crying for more. His tongue roaming into your mouth and exploring you thoroughly, you tried to pull away, muttering his name softly each time you had an opening. You laid you hands on his chest, thinking of pushing him away to breath and to win this fight, but he was a good player and you were melting into his hands. He would reach for you every time you would back up and would grunt in your mouth for you to stay still or to speak and tell him clearly what you wanted.

You felt your warm walls throb at each order he’d give you, dominating both your body and your mind. Without thinking, you had been pushing your pelvis towards his member, trying to feel the bulbous head of his cock poke at your entrance and give you slight relief. You were moaning and whining into his mouth, your sweet sound resonating through your bodies and sending shivers down your spine.

You bit back a loud desperate sound of pleasure when he probed at your entrance with his fingers and his cock all at once. The two brought you higher than what you’d experienced before, your walls parting wide for the man you love. He kept your neck held tightly in his grip, his fingers holding your head still and guiding your every move.

The sound of your whines and soft pleas was intoxicating, each one of them going from your loth to his and falling straight into his aching cock. He pulled away from you, kissing your lips repeatedly in small tender kisses. He would gladly spend more time tasting your swollen lips greedily, but he could feel him close to cumming without touching you and he was on a very important mission.

Pushing the tip of his cock into you, he rubbed it up and down, pulling out each time you’d move to have him entirely inside you. He coated your folds and the with the pearly droplets of cum gathering on the small on his tip. His hands left the back if your neck to hold your jaw open, preventing you from keeping in your sounds.

“Feel that Bunny ? Feel the tip of my cock ? If you were good, I’d give you the whole thing... Fuck… Yeah… I’d give you… All I have… If you were good… You want it don’t you ? Tell me you want it Bunny…” He groaned in your mouth, licking the inside and kissing you feverishly.

You felt his tip leave you to lay heavily on your clit, Peter guiding his member to rub on your clit and take the sounds he’d been craving from you.

“A-Anh… F-Fuck… Peter… P-Peter please… I’m begging you please… I’m sorry, b-baby please…” You cried out, feeling your swollen bud about to explode, your walls fluttering violently and tearing down your restraint. “Oh, fuck ! Baby, please ! Please Peter, please, please, p-please !”

Shoving two fingers in your mouth to lay them flat on your tongue and open your mouth wider, he nodded slowly, praising you softly for being good. He knew you’d fold, he knew what cards to play. You were his good girl, he had said it before. You would always do your best, you craved his praises as much as he craved you. Your greedy cunt was doing all the thinking for you, begging for more, begging for him to invade her and turn you into a stupid mess of cum and loud chants of his name.

“You were so mean to me Bunny… So, so fucking mean… Now look at you… Can barely think without my cock telling you what to think… That pretty little head’s all empty, ain’t it ?”

He was about ready to cum right here, right now when you mindlessly nodded, ready to do whatever he wanted from you in hope if getting properly filled up. You’d scream his name as much as he desired if it meant getting his load in every hole of your body. All this, he knew it all to well, which is why he didn’t make you wait any longer. Parting your open with his fingers and swallowing back a moan when you kept nodding like a bobble head, leaning back enough to see how your pussy would swallow him whole. Your tits in full view, you pulled him toward your chest when his long shaft split you open. God, you’d missed him so much, so, so much. He was barely in, a quarter of his cock inside you, that you already felt full. Pulling back, he shoved himself deep in you in one rough thrust. He was fully in you, the tip of his cock rubbing against your cervix.

“Oooh, fuck… Feel… F-Feel so good… So good P-Please… Gimme more… Just a little…” You mewled, voice slurred, drunk off of the feeling of his member invading you so deeply. You were properly cockdrunk, just like he wanted.

Just like he would usually do, he kissed the side of your neck and face to bring you back down to Earth. He wanted you as rational as you could be before fucking you. That’s how he enjoyed breaking you down into tiny pieces. Each and every one of them, as desperate as the next for his attention. That Peter wanted you desperate for him.

He caressed you jaw softly when you let out a cry of displeasure as he pulled out. To not upset you further, he pushed himself back into your warm walls, hands tightening around your thighs. He had waited long enough to feel his high get closer and closer. He was going to cum soon and needed you to give him at least one orgasm first. Seeing you role your hips on him, he knew it would be an easy task.

“Fuck Bunny… So wet but I still feel like I’m about to break you…” He groaned, kissing the crook of your neck to call himself down.

He let go of one of your thighs to start his attack on your pliant body. His long fingers caressed your stomach, pressing into it when he felt his own cock under your skin. When you felt his thumb run closer to your clit again, you started squirming, too sensitive to take whatever he had in mind. Now, you knew you were being punished, Peter couldn’t handle not hearing from you or simply hearing you. You’d brought this on yourself and you would take what he was doing without whining.

His hips started moving in and out of your swollen cunt, gaining a rapid and rough pace that had your cries of pleasure resonating inside the small bathroom. Eyes blown wide and vision blurred by the tears, you could only hold onto him as he fuck you deep. His cock was hitting your pelvis hard enough to have you feeling him everywhere inside you. Your nails were gripping tightly on his flesh, lashing deep marks all over his back. Your entire body was shaking at the rhythm he chose for you. You couldn’t hold yourself together, only take as he broke you down.

His thumb never left your sensitive bud, rubbing circles around it as the head of his cock plowed into your cervix. You cried louder when in a swift move, practically impossible to notice, he changed the position just enough to strike into your deepest part. You completely forgot your earlier plans, wailing his name for whoever could hear to do so.

That was what Peter Parker did when he couldn’t hear your voice. He’d fuck the silent treatment out of you if his excuses and pleading wasn’t enough. And you, little fox that you were, would sometimes find it amusing to push him when you had forgiven him long ago. You would do anything to get the dominant side out, the version that would have you obey his cock’s every command. What could you say ? You liked being turned into his brainless cockdrunk Bunny.

“Oh, God ! Peter, fuck ! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck ! Oh please, don’t stop ! R-Right there Baby please ! S-So… So good !” You screamed into his ear when you got close to your end.

“G-Good… Good girl… Give me more sounds Baby, be as loud as you want…” He praised, rubbing you clit just the right way.

A wave of white covered your face, blinding you as you felt your insides explode all over him. Your cum rushed down his shaft, drowning him in your sweet juices. He followed quickly, assaulting your recovering mind before you could come down. His cum shot out, warming your walls into a big lava like sensation. Feeling his seed spread in you drove your brain down the deepest, darkest corner of stupidity it has ever been in. Your entire body, in this very instant, knew only one thing : him. Your entire being, each and every cell in sync, screamed for him to fill you up more.

“F-Fuck ! P-Peter, Aaaah… P-Peter, Peter, Peter…” You sobbed, tightening your arms around his neck and biting softly on his shoulder. Your nails were still digging into his back, needing to ground you to something, or someone.

Your body kept rocking against his, soft thrust pushing his cum deeper into you. You were still moaning his name, your nose rubbing against his jaw and inhaling his scent. He wanted you stupid and moaning his name, keeping you as loud as possible ? Well that’s exactly what you gave him. He couldn’t help but be proud of you, his Bunny outdid herself. You truly were a good girl.

“See Bunny, that’s what you get for ignoring me.” He smiled softly, his lips pressed on your forehead. His hand went up to your nape, grabbing it tightly and pulling you closer to him. His thumb went up to your neck, grazing it softly. You swallowed hard, anticipating his next love and feeling the slick rush out of your messy folds. “Let’s see how loud you can really get, okay ? I’ll apologize to your neighbors later.”

The moment his lips kissed your temple in one last caring and loving motion, you knew you’d be in for a long night.

And you weren’t wrong to think so, your hips bruised from the firm grip he held on them as he bounced you on top of his warm cock. The physical strength given by the spider bite proved your poor exhausted body how far this man could go simply to hear the sound of your voice resonate in his eardrums, even in a very painful way when you’d scream his name loud enough of bite his skin to muffle your sounds.

You had both finished a while ago but you kept your arms locked in place, the body of your boyfriend stuck in place, against you. There was worse places and positions to be stuck in. This one wasn’t one of them, far from it actually.

“Bunny, I’m gonna lay us ok the bed okay ? I’m not going anywhere, we’re cleaning up when you feel better, that okay with you ?” He asked softly, waiting for your greenlight to move you both.

When you nodded silently, he was smooth and gentle in his actions. He delicately placed your head on the pillows, quickly throwing away the ones who’d been soaked by your bodies. You’d been smart to rip away the covers to drop them on the floor, as well as a few pillows. He had completely ignored it but sleeping in warm and dry sheets was definitely better.

You nuzzled into the pillows, looking for the perfect position before pulling him to you, your eyes closed as well as your mouth. You needed to rest after the amount of tears and screams you had let out in this one singular night.

While you fell asleep, his eyes, piercing holes in your face, analyzed your features and burnt them all individually in his memory. He’d remember the soft feeling of your plush lips against his, the heat in your cheeks, the droplets resting on your eyelashes, the crease on your eyelids as you shut your eyes to let the tears of pleasure flow out. All this, he did this and both his ego and girth were struggling with the amount of power he had over you. He knew, and so did you, that you had control over his every move. You could kiss the back of his neck that he’d beg to bury his face between your thighs. Now, seeing what he did to you turned his world upside down and spun it violently. Seeing you cry of pleasure at the feeling of his covered member, so close but too far for your liking, that made him want to see how desperate he could get you. That would be an experiment for another day, for now, he’d make you scream his name so loud, Peter Parker’s name would be more famous than Spiderman’s.

He held you by the waist and kissed the side of your neck to settle your hazy mind and bring you back to him. Your legs felt like cotton candy, trembling still at the violence of your last orgasm and the multiple ones that had preceded. While doing all of this, his lips never stopped kissing you softly, your body trembling at each one of them. You felt like a walking cliché thinking this but, they felt like a dozen of butterflies all dancing around you and resting around the sensitive parts of your body, the parts that only he could know.

Finally able to look at him entirely and without interruption, you giggle when you remembered his attire from earlier. You managed to raised yourself above him to kiss the crown of his hair.

“What’s making you laugh Bunny ?” He asked, looking at you with an amused grin. The little giggle made him scream in agony, you were making his heart stop a little more each time you did something.

“You’re wore jeans in the shower… Like that vine… You’re washing you in your clothes…” You slurred, your entire body feeling like boiled potatoes. Your voice was broken and shifted to a raspier version if it.

This could’ve killed the mood but he couldn’t help it, laughing loudly at your complete disregard for your physical state and what had happened to you not too long ago. Making vine references after getting fucked was something only you two could do, that’s how you were beyond the fighting, the little sprinkle on codependency and the many other flaws you both shared. You were a bunch of kids in love for each other to a very high degree, one that only few could reach so early in a relationship. You were lucky to be stuck in a constant honeymoon phase but realistic, with the flights and the necessary conversations.

Suddenly thinking about the reason why you two were in this situation to begin with, it all felt so stupid and futile. Looking into his eyes with a big grin, you kissed the tip of his nose before burying yours in his neck. You would apologize for ignoring him for two weeks and for putting yourself in danger in the first place, and he’d apologize for yelling at you when you were protecting him and for saying things that he didn’t think or that were true for the sake of getting his point across. You would both do all if this later, him doing his part after he properly took care of you for keeping him from hearing you for two weeks.

For now though, you’d wait until your voice was back and you’d take the time to think of another reason to be silent for a little while. Everything was a good reason to have him fuck you like this again.

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