#the fins will come back eventually but for now...

[folkbreeze]

You know it's time to visit the woods. Call your friends.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Sebastian (Pressure) fluff. I need it.

"I gotta ask, do you have personal beef with those Squiddles? Because you sure like harassing them with that light of yours."

"I don't do it on purpose! If that damn Angler stopped killing the lights in every big room, maybe I could see my own hand in front of me!" You scowled up at the sea creature while standing in his humble shop.

Why was Sebastian always taunting you whenever you died to something unexpected..only to act all friendly-like in this place?

Well, you had to be grateful he was the only thing down here that wasn't trying to kill you, and that no other monsters could barge into the shop when you least expect it.

So for once, you could breathe easy..

Until he decided to remind you of those creepy squids who were somehow always in your way.

He must get a kick out of watching you perish.

"Oh of course, blame everybody except yourself." He tsked. "You have more than enough clues on how to survive each creature you encounter...but maybe they should've spoonfed all the details to you instead-"

"I don't need this from you." You huffed. "My damn hands are cramped from holding a locker shut against Pandemonium, Eyefestation gave me a killer headache, nobody bothered to tell me about the people in the walls-"

"And don't forget about those Squiddles, hehe."

Silence.

"Okay, okay. I've had my fun. I'll shut up about them now."

"Thanks. You have any medkits available?"

"Right on my tail, buddy. Hope you got enough data."

"More than enough." As your eyes surveyed the items strapped to his tail, they eventually wandered over to the desk with batteries laying out.

But it wasn't them that caught your interest, but rather the file on the table. 'How curious..is this for a monster I'm gonna meet soon?' You went over to investigate.

"Is the document for sale?"

"Wow, you might be the first to ask me about that and be able to afford it! The others before you barely had enough for a flashlight." Sebastian chuckled, clasping his hands together. "If you're interested, give me a thousand data, and I'll have it ready for you to read when you return to the surface. And don't worry, it's all there. So I won't have to kill you to to reveal any information."

You blinked, realizing what he meant by that as you read the folder's cover and why he was asking so much for it.

Sebastian's Document

Of course, you knew he'd be recognized as a specimen, too, but to be put with Pandemonium, the Anglers, and all those other monsters that tried to eat you alive?

For some reason, it made you frown a little.

"This is your file, and they let you keep it?" You turned back to him.

"...I stole it. And I'm not gonna lie...I regret reading it." He muttered, suddenly looking a bit tense..and sad, even, although he was quick to mask any signs of vulnerability when he realized you were staring. "Anyways, it's a steep price. I'm sure you'd rather spend your assets on-"

"What if I buy it and take it off your hands right now?"

For a moment, his ear fins perked up with surprise, glowing eyes widening. But he was quick to give you a suspicious gaze. "Really? You're that nosey about my lifestory? Pretty weird if you ask m-"

"It's more of a courtesy to you."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I mean..you look like you're carrying a heavy weight just from that folder being there. You haven't stopped looking at it since I mentioned it." You pointed out, seeing his ears twitch again. "You've always told me "out of sight, out of mind" with the Anglers. Couldn't I say the same about you and that document?"

".....using my own words against me, eh? What're you, a damn psychologist?" He teased, although his words didn't hold as much spite or sarcasm as usual. "But no, you're right. I'd rather forget about it forever. So if you want it that badly, be my guest." His third arm made a grand gesture towards the table. "Just don't get caught parading it around. And don't come crying to me when you realize you needed something else instead of-"

"I won't, trust me." You exchanged the data, taking the folder. "I'll be on my way now. I got a crystal to find."

With that, you began ducking down to renter the vent and continue your journey into the abandoned site-

"Hey."

You paused and looked back at Sebastian, tilting your head as you wondered why he seemed nervous again--wringing his hands together.

"Um..thank you, genuinely..for taking that off my hands." He cleared his throat, sweeping back his dark bangs. "I hope that whatever you find in there doesn't..get in the way of our "partnership". I'd hate to lose my number one customer."

Nodding, you gave him a reassuring smile. "You won't lose my business, Seb. That I promise."

"..now hold on we aren't THAT close to start going by nickna-" He began to snap, but you've already disappeared into the duct. "Aaaand they're gone...hmph..well..least I don't have to worry about that anymore."

Sighing, he looked around the shop, wondering what he should do now.

What you did was certainly a nice gesture.

He only hopes you'll keep your promise and not be afraid of him.

[meleeyz]

୭ 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 𝗧𝗢 𝗙𝗜𝗫 ˚. ᵎᵎ 

ekko 𝒙 fem!reader

୨୧ English is not my first language, so I regret in advance if something reads weird or is misspelled

୨୧ Bro is going to fix the mess he made with his family from another dimension 🙏

୨୧ This is not exactly the result of what I wanted but it works ;)

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The sun dipped below the horizon, its last golden rays painting the sky in soft shades of pink and lavender. The walk back felt longer than usual, the weight of the day pressing on your shoulders. The afternoon had passed in a whirlwind of preparations for Violet’s birthday—small, meaningful plans to make tomorrow special.

But now, exhaustion clung to you like a second skin. Inside the house, the warmth of home embraced you. Dinner had been a blur—a simple meal shared with your children before they yawned and rubbed their eyes, ready for bed.

After clearing up, you found Wyeth in his room, the soft glow of his bedside lamp casting a gentle light over the space. He sat cross-legged on his bed, with his broken rocket cradled in his small hands.

You paused in the doorway for a moment, taking in the sight. His furrowed brow and the way his little fingers traced over the toy’s worn edges tugged at your heart. Quietly, you stepped into the room and sat on the edge of his bed.

"Hey there, sweetheart," you said softly, brushing your hand over his cheek.

Wyeth looked up at you, his wide eyes searching your face for reassurance.

"Mommy," he began, his voice a small whisper. “Is Daddy mad at me?”

The question caught you off guard, but you schooled your features into a gentle smile.

“Mad at you?” you asked, feigning lightness. “Why would you think that?”

His shoulders slumped, and he set the rocket aside, its bent fin catching the lamplight.

“I’ve been bad lately,” he admitted, his voice trembling. “Maybe that’s why…”

“Sweetheart, no.” you interrupted, leaning in to cup his face in your hands. “Daddy isn’t mad at you. He’s just tired, that’s all. He’s been working really hard and sometimes when grown-ups work too much, they get a little grumpy. But it’s not your fault, okay?”

Wyeth hesitated, his small brow still creased, but eventually he nodded.

“Okay” he whispered.You smiled and kissed his forehead, lingering just long enough for him to feel the warmth of your love.

“Goodnight, my little rocket man. Sweet dreams.”

“Goodnight, Mommy,” he murmured, burrowing under his sheets and clutching his blanket close.

You stood, dimming the lamp as you left the room, glancing back to see him already drifting off, the broken rocket abandoned beside him.

In your own room, the silence was heavier. You moved through the motions of preparing for bed, your body exhausted but your mind far from settled. As you pulled back the covers, your eyes flicked to the window. Outside, the night stretched endlessly, dark and quiet. Still, there was no sign of Ekko.

A sigh slipped from your lips as you turned to Violet’s crib. You smiled faintly. She slept soundly, her tiny chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, her soft coos occasionally breaking the quiet.

Finally, you climbed into bed. The room felt emptier than it should, the absence of Ekko gnawing at you in ways you didn’t want to admit. Your thoughts lingered on him, on the tension from earlier, on the strange distance that had settled between you. As sleep began to pull you under, you found yourself hoping that, come morning, things would feel a little less heavy.

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The house was quiet as Ekko slipped inside, the soft creak of the door barely audible over the hum of crickets outside. He paused in the entryway, his eyes adjusting to the dim light, his breath hitching as he looked around.

He had to ask Heimerdinger where his own house was. The thought stung, but as he stood there, surrounded by warm tones and small, comforting touches, a sense of belonging crept in. This was his home—at least, it was for the Ekko who lived here.

The garden outside had been beautiful, a serene patch of green dotted with soft, colorful flowers and lanterns. Inside, the air smelled faintly of lavender and something sweet, a scent that grounded him as he moved deeper into the house.

Pictures lined the walls and shelves, drawing his gaze. Each frame seemed to tell a story, a life lived in a world so far removed from his own. His steps slowed as he reached for one in particular: a photo of his wedding day.

The image stopped him cold, his stomach flipping in a way he hadn’t expected. You looked radiant, your smile wide and bright as you leaned into him, your hands entwined. Ekko—this Ekko—was grinning from ear to ear, his expression caught somewhere between elation and disbelief.

His fingers brushed over the ring on his finger. He could tell it was handmade—gold, with delicate carvings of fireflies and his hourglass symbol etched into its surface. Of course, he thought. He probably made it himself, ensuring it was worthy of the person he gave it to. You didn’t deserve anything less.

Ekko chuckled softly, shaking his head. He’d thought about his wedding day before, in fleeting moments between battles and responsibilities, but it always felt like a distant dream. Something he could never afford.

He moved to another photo, this one capturing the moment of Wyeth’s birth. You were in a bed, holding a tiny, wrapped in blankets, your face glowing with exhaustion and joy. Ekko stood beside you, his grin wobbly and his hair a mess, like he’d just finished pacing the room for hours. He could imagine exactly how that had gone—nervous energy radiating off him, snapping at anyone who told him to relax, only to apologize afterward.

Ekko swallowed hard and tore his gaze away, continuing up the stairs.

The walls of the staircase were covered with more pictures. Wyeth as a toddler, clutching a makeshift artifact in his hands; Violet giggling in a field of wildflowers, her chubby cheeks and wide eyes making her look like the cutest baby in the world.

His steps slowed as his chest tightened. The memory of what he’d said earlier came rushing back

Why did I say that?

It wasn’t true. He knew it wasn’t true. You were his wife, those were his babies, and he didn’t doubt that. Not for a second. But the words had spilled out of him, born from the confusion and guilt swirling in his mind.

He clenched his fists, a wave of self-loathing washing over him. He hated the thought of you thinking, even for a moment, that he didn’t want this. That he didn’t want you. He had to fix it. He had to make it right.

When he reached Wyeth’s room, he cracked the door open just enough to peek inside. The boy was sound asleep, curled under his blankets with the broken rocket still resting on the nightstand. Ekko exhaled softly, relief mingling with guilt. He hoped he hadn’t confused the kid too much with his words earlier. Wyeth deserved better.

And then, an idea struck him.

If he wanted to make things right, he couldn’t just apologize. He needed to show you—show all of you—that he was here, that he cared. That no matter how he got here, this was his family.

Ekko closed the door as quietly as he could, slipping back downstairs with a newfound determination. He paused only to glance at the pictures on the wall one more time, steeling himself. Then he slipped out the front door, heading toward Powder’s hideout.

The night air was cool against his skin as he moved through the streets, the city was quiet but alive. He didn’t care if Powder hated him for waking her up; this needed to happen. He couldn’t wait until morning.

By the time he reached the hideout, his heart was pounding—not from exertion, but from the resolve burning inside him. He knocked softly at first, then a little harder when there was no answer.

“Powder,” he called in an urgent cry. “I need your help.”

It didn’t matter how late it was. Ekko wasn’t leaving until he fixed things.

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The morning light filtered through the curtains, warming the room with its golden glow. You stirred slowly, the weight of sleep still heavy on your body. Your hand reached out instinctively, seeking the comforting presence of your husband, but the bed beside you was empty.

The absence hit you harder than you expected. Memories of the previous day lingered in your mind, his words cutting deeper than you wanted to admit. You sat up, running a hand through your head, trying to shake the uneasy feeling creeping up your spine.

It wasn’t until you glanced toward Violet’s crib that the unease turned to panic.

It was empty.

Your heart raced as you threw off the covers and bolted out of the room, your bare feet padding quickly down the hall. The first place you went was Wyeth’s room, pushing the door open with trembling hands.

“Wyeth?” you called, your voice shaking slightly. “Sweetheart, are you in here?”

But the bed was empty, his blankets neatly tucked at the edges.

Your chest tightened. Where were they?

“Violet?” you called, louder this time, your voice echoing through the house as you hurried down the stairs.

You rounded the corner into the dining room, your mind spinning with worst-case scenarios, and froze.

Ekko sat at the table, a knowing grin on his face. A bouquet of fresh flowers sat in the center of the table, their pastel hues soft and welcoming. Beside them was a spread of breakfast—pancakes, fresh fruit, and coffee—all laid out with surprising care.

“Morning,” Ekko said, his tone teasing, as though he hadn’t scared you half to death.

Your panic hadn’t completely subsided.

“Where are the kids?” you demanded, your voice sharp.

His grin widened, his dark eyes dancing with mischief.

“It’s a surprise,” he said simply, leaning back in his chair as if to emphasize how utterly unbothered he was.

Your brow furrowed, a mix of frustration and confusion bubbling to the surface.

“Ekko—”

“You’re cute when you’re worried,” His gaze swept over you, lingering on your sleepwear, and his grin turned decidedly more suggestive. “By the way, you look… incredible this morning.”

Your cheeks burned as his eyes trailed over you with that familiar, almost predatory glint you’d come to know all too well. It was the kind of look that once made your stomach flip in a good way, but now? It just left you reeling.

“Ekko, stop,” you muttered, looking away in an attempt to regain composure. But his playful chuckle made it clear he wasn’t about to let it go.

“Stop what?” he teased, his voice dropping slightly. “Admiring my wife?”

You shot him a sharp look, your emotions tangled in a confusing mess of frustration and something you couldn’t quite name.

“You’re confusing me so much,” you said finally, your voice quiet but firm.

His laugh was soft but rich, and it only made your frustration deepen.

“Good. I like keeping you on your toes,” he said with a wink, leaning forward slightly.

You exhaled, exasperated, wondering not for the first time, What is wrong with this man?

“I’m just trying to make things right,” he said as if he read your mind, his voice softening slightly.

The sincerity in his tone made your heart skip a beat. You wanted to be mad at him, to demand answers, but the warmth in his eyes made it difficult.

Ekko reached for the coffee pot, pouring you a cup with an easy grace that only confused you further.

“Eat first,” he said, sliding the plate of pancakes toward you. “Then I’ll tell you everything. Promise.”

You hesitated, but the smell of freshly brewed coffee and the sight of his earnest smile made it hard to argue. You sighed, picking up your fork. Whatever he was up to, you’d get to the bottom of it soon enough.

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If you thought you were confused before, Ekko’s antics that morning had turned your head into a whirlwind of questions. After changing into a simple but comfortable outfit, you found yourself blindfolded by your husband, his hands gentle yet firm as he secured the cloth over your eyes.

"Ekko," you began, your tone edged with exasperation, "what are you doing? We don’t have time for this. We need to get to The Last Drop and finish setting up for Vi’s birthday."

"Relax," he said smoothly, the grin evident in his voice. "I already have it covered. Trust me."

You sighed, a grunt of disapproval slipping past your lips as he guided you forward with a hand on your arm.

"Trust you? Ekko, you’re lucky I love you."

"Lucky doesn’t even begin to cover it," he teased, laughter bubbling in his throat.

You kept up a stream of complaints the entire way, though your protests were punctuated by the occasional chuckle or muttered threat. His laugh echoed through the space as he steered you with careful precision. After a while, you noticed something odd—your voice echoed more than usual.

"Wait," you said, your pace faltering.

"Are we in the sewers? Ekko, you better not—"

"Shh," he interrupted, and before you could finish your thought, he stopped you. His hands brushed your shoulders, and with one swift movement, he removed the blindfold.

Your breath caught in your throat.

The scene before you seemed to be pulled from the pages of a fairy tale. The air was alive with fireflies and butterflies flitting between the lush greenery. Birds chirped softly from branches above, and in the center of it all stood an enormous tree, its wide canopy casting dappled light over the ground below.

You turned to Ekko, your mouth slightly open in disbelief, but he simply smiled, gesturing for you to take it all in.

Before you could say a word, several silhouettes approached. The first to come bounding into view was Wyeth, his grin stretching from ear to ear. He ran straight to you, wrapping his arms around your legs.

"Mommy!" he exclaimed, practically vibrating with excitement. "Look! Daddy fixed my rocket! He made it better, and now it can fly without breaking anything!” He held up the toy, his joy infectious.

You crouched down to admire the handiwork, running your fingers along the rocket’s smooth edges as Wyeth babbled on.

“And we climbed the tree, Mommy! It’s so tall! You should come see!”

A voice behind him interjected playfully.

“Let your mama breathe, rocket man.”

You looked up to see Powder striding toward you, her blue hair styled into two playful space buns. She carried Violet in a baby carrier strapped to her chest, the little girl now clad in the pastel green dress Powder had shown you the day before. A delicate butterfly charm nestled in her curls added the final touch to her outfit.

"Happy birthday, my sweet Violet," you cooed, leaning in to kiss your baby’s cheek. Violet giggled in response, her tiny hands reaching for you.

“She’s been in full princess mode all morning,” Powder said, rolling her eyes affectionately.

You smiled as you looked around again. Decorations were everywhere—streamers in bright, cheerful colors, balloons that bobbed gently in the breeze, and a large table set up beneath the tree, big enough to seat the whole family. Your heart swelled at the sight.

"Ekko," you began, standing and turning to your husband, "what is this all about?"

He stepped forward, taking your hand with an easy smile.

“What do you mean?” he said, his tone light. “It’s Vi’s birthday, isn’t it?”

You raised an eyebrow, suspicion tinging your voice.

“Right. And you did all of this?”

“Of course,” he said, leading you gently past the table and toward the other side of the massive tree. “Come on. There’s one more thing I want to show you.”

As you rounded the tree, your breath caught again.

There, painted across a wide section of the bark, was a stunning mural. Vibrant colors swirled together to create a picture of your family—Ekko, you, Wyeth, and Violet—all smiling and holding hands beneath the glowing canopy of the tree. The fireflies painted around the edges seemed to dance, their light giving the mural a soft, almost magical quality.

You stepped closer, your fingers brushing over the bark.

“Ekko…” you whispered, unable to find the words.

He smiled, his hand coming to rest lightly on your waist. “It’s us,” he said softly.

“My wife, our babies, and me. The people who mean everything to me.”

You turned to him, emotions swirling in your chest, but before you could respond, he took both of your hands in his. His expression turned serious, his eyes locking onto yours.

“I’m really sorry,” he said, his voice low but steady. “About yesterday. About everything. I don’t know why I said what I said—I felt so strange, so out of it—but I know that doesn’t excuse it.” His grip on your hands tightened slightly, as if anchoring himself to you. “I just want you to know how much I love you. You, Wyeth, Violet. You’re my whole world, and I’m going to make sure today is Violet’s best first birthday ever.”

His words were earnest, his gaze unflinching. He lifted your hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to each of them before leaning forward, aiming to kiss you properly.

Before his lips could meet yours, a familiar voice groaned from behind.

“Ewww!”

Wyeth’s loud protest made you both turn. He stood a few steps away, his face scrunched in exaggerated disgust.

Ekko laughed, scooping the boy up in one swift motion.

“What? You don’t want Mommy and Daddy kissing?”

“No!” Wyeth giggled, squirming as Ekko nuzzled him.

“Well, too bad, but don’t think you’re safe, buddy. I’ve got kisses for you too!”

Wyeth squealed as Ekko peppered his face with kisses, his laughter filling the air. You couldn’t help but join in, tickling his sides as he giggled uncontrollably.

“Okay, okay! Stop!” Wyeth cried, still laughing as he wriggled free.

At that moment, a familiar voice called from the distance.

“Well, look who we have here!”

Wyeth’s head snapped toward the entrance, his eyes lighting up.

“Grandpa Benzo!” he yelled, bolting toward the sound of his grandfather’s voice.

Ekko set his son down and watched him run off before turning back to you. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you close. His voice dropped to a low murmur, meant only for you.

“Don’t think I’m done with you yet. I’ll leave it pending till tonight.” he said, his tone dripping with playful promise. He winked at you before turning to follow Wyeth, leaving you standing alone by the mural.

You exhaled deeply, hugging yourself as you looked up at the painting. It was vibrant, alive, full of hope and love.

You smiled softly. You chose well.

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tags: @bbybubbles @bookies16 @xelzaria @honeyfewr @bubblegupyy @iwasholic @chaeisbroke @emforjin @itszazouu @kriss-w @moonlight-dreamer04 @iloveavatar @sturngs

[sturniolosass]

Quiet. - Matt Sturniolo

Summary: You and Matt are bored of the movie you’re watching and a few things go down… including the bed frame being broken

-based on this post i made a few days back..

Warnings: smut, swearing, choking, biting, Dom!Matt, Sub!reader…etc.

You and Matt had been together for a while now, around seven months to be exact.

Tonight Matt had decided to invite you over something you’re always down for. But as of now you we being somewhat ignored while he played a couple games of fortnite with his friends.. Chris included, Unfortunately I couldn’t help but become more and more bored by the second… wishing he’d get off the game and give me more attention.. Something I felt too bad to admit considering he’s always getting off the game when I’m around… Eventually (after 2 hours) I got fed up with just sitting around in the background so I decide to grab a extra chair from the Dinning area and sit next to him

Upon sitting the chair down Matt looks up at me and smiles.. only a quick glance so he could assess my facial movement hoping I wasn’t as mad as I seemed.. I just look at the screen..

After around 5 minutes i start to focus on the way his hands are moving.. super fast.. over the keys he pressed so delicately, it turned me on, fast.. “shut the fuck up pussy” Matt shouts at a player he killed.. I could slowly feel my pink underwear get soaked, an extra large T shirt Matt had given me keeping me from staining the chair..I slowly run my hands down to my underwear to check if i’ve made a mess on the chair, hoping Matt doesn’t catch me when my hands between my legs.. I remove my hand quickly after realizing I’ve made a nice sized puddle on the seat running to my bag I grab a clean pair of underwear and rush out to the bathroom.. Not even thinking of the puddle on the chair..

I return from the bathroom and am immediately greeted with darkness.. I was confused for a second until i hear Matt, “come over here” he speak from his bed in the darkness.. “Did you get off the game? why is it dark.” i ask still confused.. “just come here” he spouts. I climb in the bed with my two knees, immediately sweep off them and laid flat on the mattress.. Matt above me with my wrists pined down with his hands.. “you made a huge mess on my chair..” He spoke leaning down directly in my ear.. “ how am i supposed to clean that” he added

“i didn’t mean to..” i spoke… “he turns his head.. “hmm what was it? what got you all worked up” he asks one hand trailing down my stomach to reach for my pussy… “i-it was.. you playing the game.. well—your fingers specifically.. they really made me hot..” i reply lightheaded.. “is that so? what about them?” he asked pushing his hands in my underwear slowly “was it? my hand on the mouse or the keys? or was it how fast you correlated it to me holding you down and rubbing your pussy” he questioned hand reaching my hole, eventually diving in with two fingers.. I couldn’t reply, too stunned to speak as he pushed his fingers further lathering them up in my juices, he pulls his hand out sucking both fingers.. pulling my underwear down from underneath me..

Kissing down my stomach as he yanked them down.. arriving at my area placing a soft kiss almost as a sign of respect due to the fact that he’s about to devour the poor thing.. Face immediately digging in causing me to spur a few profanities “oh fu-shit- Matt” i moaned, as his tongue run up and down on my clit, sucking and slobbering all over it.. “please Matt” i beg, worried I’d make a even bigger mess than before on the chair.. He just continues to eat me out, licking in somewhat of a figure eight formation.. moaning in between every one of my moans..

Coming closer to my climax i can’t help but grab his head pushing him deeper in my ocean, tongue diving deeper than the titanic, as i begin to orgasm i start to cream, him sliding two fingers in and out of me as his tongue does the two step on my flit sends me into over drive.. In less than two minutes I’m finishing, him still pumping two fingers in and out as he smiles up at me, gorgeous blue eyes staring in my soul

Rising over me and pulling my legs down he looks me in my eyes causing me to get more wet by the minute. He leans down closer to my neck kissing down to my collar bones, “Matthew please just fuck me” I beg not being able to take his soft lips kissing all over me.. wanting for him to just be inside me already.. “i’m going as fast as i can love..be patient.” he speaks finally making it to my nipple, sucking it him between his teeth immediately, rolling his tongue around it like a lollipop, he then grabs my waist pulling himself down closer to me.. his warm body hovering over me.. he releases my nipple “are you ready love?” he asks staring up at me from my boobs “yes matt please! i-I need you!” i beg in to which he pulls his pants down his ankles and off his legs.. He positions himself to my hole, mesmerized by the juices flowing out. “ok” he smiles and slides in for the first thrust, his hands gripping his headboard above me, “aghh-Ma-you’re so big oh my-“ i moan feeling every inch of him enter me.. being shadowed by his arm hanging from the bedpost.

He continues to thrust deeper and deeper in me, brushing that spot each time “oh f-fu-Matt” i stammer. “look at me?” he tells “huh” i react unable to keep my eyes open.. “look at me, i wanna see you cum, i wanna be the last time you think of when you climax” he asks thrusting in and out in such a quick pace.. eventually i hear a crack.. unbothered by it he continues to stroke deep gripping the bed frame tighter and tighter with each thrust, becoming deeper and deeper with each stroke..

“FUCK” he moans almost as a shout.. “ouu- matthew..fuck me..goodness” a few moans utter from my breathless mouth.. I can feel myself arching my back as i let my orgasm take over me. “MATT-fuck” i scream in to which he grabs my face preventing me from screaming any louder.. I can feel him begin to increase his pace looking in my eyes “yeah, i know baby” he says “cum for me” he adds.. “just like that” he says as he pushes me to orgasm..

I watch his face contort as his thrust get violent, getting closer to his high. eyes closing as he lets out the breathiest moans “o-oh fu-ck, shi- god you feel like heaven” he breathes. eyes rolling back, and just then that’s when i hear the bed frame crack, both of us falling 20 inches to the floor, mattress and bed cot underneath us, matt still inside me. He hurriedly gets up “are you ok? are you ok?” he stammers worriedly hopping off the bed “i’m ok im just on the floor” i laugh from the angle im looking up at him.

He then helps me up and stands there thinking of a way to fix his bed, now on the floor.. He decides to remove his bed frame completely for the time being.. “Can you sit over at the desk?” he asks looking at me with a concerned look.. I just laugh and walk over and sit in his chair. He then lifts the bed up off the ground leaning it against the wall and then grabs each panel one by one taking them down to the garage..

I just decide to hop in the shower..

Once i’m out the shower i come back in the room for the second time to see Matt sitting on his bed, that is now on the floor completely made up with no bed frame.. “I didn’t know what else to do.. I can order a new one tomorrow” he states.. “haha ok, what are we gonna tell Chris and Nick” I laugh thinking of all they’d have to say… “I don’t know..Nothing for now” he chuckles.. I just hop into the bed.. “your TV is up wayyyy too high now” i laugh at his TV mounted to the wall. “stop- i’m gonna have a bed frame!!” he whines jokingly.

3 hours later…

You hear Chris and Nick in the hallway talking about a fortnite game they were playing which spikes Matt’s attention. He hops up and runs out the room..

Minutes later you hear Matt nearing the bedroom door talking to Chris.. They both enter the room in a rush to what i’m assuming is get to the fortnite launch.. “Yo what the fuck-what happened to your bed” Chris states, Nick walking in behind them.. he gives you a funny disgusted look walking out the room “You both are nasty- oh my god” he fake gags. Matt and I both look to eachother. Chris shaking his head in disapproval “i can’t believe that’s what i was hearing earlier” “I need to go” He adds walking out the room and down the steps to his. “NICK ITS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE” I yell.. “GIRL BYE” He shouts back from the steps leading to his room making his way up the stairs so they can all get on the game.

You and Matt just giggle with eachother before he puts his headset back on…

De End 🧌

A/N: aye i wrote this as fast as i could for yall,so you know… my bad if it isnt “perfect”, also idk if i should’ve had a tag list but.. idk lmk if yall wanna be on a tag list.. also btw message me yalll!! I BE BORED!!

[lazyjellyfish300]

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⚘ nanami kento x fem pregnant!reader

⚘ synopsis: on a sunny easter afternoon unlike any other in your home in the countryside, you steal a moment between you and your husband to tell him the unexpected news that your home will be growing by one more. 🌷words~ 4k

⚘ cw: x fem!reader, x scarred post shibuya Nanami, reader is pregnant, family planning, vasectomy mention, light angst, fluff, you have children together, smut(p in v, fingering, cum eating, breast play, creampie)

The indent of your pillow against your cheek felt even fluffier than usual, tempting you with the irresistible invitation to ignore both your circadian and the external alarms from your phone that went off in succession, before your loving husband eventually shut them off for you.

Elusive sunlight poked through the lacey curtains of the farmhouse in sporadic spurts, rainy dew beginning to recede on the windows from the evening showers that ushered in this lovely Easter morning, the faint smell of brewing coffee, baking quiche, and the simmering roast you had marinating in spices overnight wafted from downstairs.

A rattling at your bedroom door almost shakes it off its hinges before it creaks open, the piggytails of your 18 month old skim over the top of the blankets like a shark fin, waddling until she's face to face with her mommy.

"Hey, noodle..." You whisper, trying to ignore the sting on your cheeks as her chubby hands grab at your face, nails like razor blades as she paws at you to get up.

The exhaustion is stronger than usual, but you relent and you pull her into bed with you, and it's not long before she's using you like a personal jungle gym and lobbing herself dangerously close to the edge.

Familiar footfalls pad down the hallway, along with some absurd giggles and squeals mixed in with the stern tone you recognize of your lover.

Kento kicks open the door lightly, followed by his chaotic entourage of your oldest daughter strapped to his right knee, and your middle daughter hanging on for dear life off his shoulder.

"There you are." He grins as he finds the third imposter eluding him under your arm.

You give him a smile stained with relief and grateful exhaustion and he gives you an apologetic look, knowing it's going to be hard to coax her downstairs now that she's found you. He promised you some time this morning to relax to take a load off your plate, knowing you always tend to bite off more than you can chew when it comes to holiday celebrations.

"Come on, now." Kento gently pulls at your daughter stuck on you like a koala made out of velcro, prying her loose, cooing softly as she begins to cry.

"Hmm, I don't think so, darling." He gently chastises as her chubby hands try to grab the hot mug of coffee he left for you on the nightstand. "We have drinks downstairs that are more suitable for you."

Your older two daughters were utterly obsessed with their daddy, but your youngest had been much clingier to you as of late.

"Momma's resting. Let's give her some space to relax, shall we?"

You look on a bit regretfully as Kento lumbers out of the room with his arms full, but sigh as you settle back under your fortress of quilts knowing that at least the next hour or so belongs to you with no interruption, smiling when you hear the disappointed cries of your babies turn into cheers of joy when Kento mutters something about the Easter Bunny.

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You eventually make your grand entrance a while later, eyes going wide when you see Kento's mother already seated at the table, impossibly overdressed and regal, bouncing your baby with syrupy cheeks and a fistful of bacon on her knee.

"Oh! Morning, Mama."

"Good morning, dear. Happy Easter." She turns her head as you bump cheeks and leave a kiss in pleasant greeting.

"Happy Easter! I didn't realize you were coming so early! God, I'm so sorry about all this..." You mutter in embarrassment, crossing rapidly to the kitchen where you knew the dishes were overflowing the night before, voice tapering off as it was miraculously empty. You pace quickly to the living room where you remembered the girls' metropolis of Littlest Pet Shops were set up yesterday, astonished to discover it had been tidied up with all toys neatly stacked away.

Of course. You realize, shaking your head as the puzzle pieces assembled and you turned your head towards the windows where you saw Kento tending to the animals in the stables. Always one step ahead of you, reading your mind and making your life easier before your feet could even hit the floor in the mornings, unable to help the surge of desire that trickles afterwards as he turns and smiles humbly in your direction, sending him a smoldering look through the glass that says you have every intention of thanking him properly as soon as the entire house goes to bed.

Your mother-in-law just smiles as she watches her littlest grandbaby stuff herself with one more handful of bacon before she's had enough and turns to her with proud chipmunk cheeks. Momma Nanami already knew that Kento would have the place handled, she raised him to do so after all, though she wouldn't have given it a single second thought if he hadn't and the house was still in disarray when she arrived.

"I've got her." She tells you warmly as you approach to take your daughter back. You smile before you round the corner to go back upstairs, grateful knowing that deep down she would've begged you to let her take her grandbaby back with her to Tokyo for the rest of the month.

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The farmhouse blossoms to life on a few occasions during the calendar year, Easter being one of them.

The solitude of the rainy pocket you lived in transforms into a bustling hub where familiar, beloved faces cross the threshold of the propped open front door to hallways of raucous laughter, shared memories in the heart of new ones being created with comforting smells of home-cooked food with love layered in every bite.

You watch from the porch as your girls dart all over the yard and garden, nodding and clapping every time they add another colorful egg to their overflowing baskets. You try to ignore the bittersweet tightening of knots in your chest. It felt like you were being gifted back moments of your babies from the thief of time while it simultaneously rolled them out of the door every time you noticed your youngest became more sure on her feet as she chased her older sisters, reminding you that these tender years were just as fleeting as they were precious.

Indoors, the battle on the Super Nintendo is well underway with Kento about to win 3 for 3 against Yuji and Megumi, while Gojo supervises as the unofficial referee.

"Think fast." Kento relinquishes his remote to Satoru who scoots to the edge of his seat, letting out a yell of victory to the groans of utter disappointment from his opponents as he manages to finish them off at the last second.

"Hey, you." You greet him as Kento's hand snakes around the curve of the familiar residence of your hip to pull you close against him.

"Apologies." He mutters in a volume only the two of you can hear in your little separate bubble on the back porch as you watch your daughters run all over the yard. "I hope I didn't miss much."

"No, right on time. They just started." You hum as your thumb traces idley over a small ridge of the scarring on his left hand that rests on your stomach, polished white gold haphazardly glinting in the light that manages to seep through the shadows from the shade of your peach trees. "They're moving quickly, though. I wonder if I should've gotten more while I was in town yesterday."

"Absolutely not." Kento snorts out a little breath from his nostrils as he remembers the outrageous number of goodies his mother showed him in her suitcase shortly after she arrived that morning. "They have more than plenty of treats and gifts to go around this year. Trust me, darling."

"I trust you." You hum, turning so your face is buried in his chest, grounding yourself in the steady cadence of his heartbeat for just a moment in between the chaos.

"Are you alright?" He asks, unable to keep his heart from melting every time you sought out his affection, how the level of tenderness in your request for closeness to him never wavered from the dawn of your relationship that blossomed and sprouted on this very same porch.

The truth was, there was something you were harboring underneath the surface from yesterday(truly, a record of a miracle considering this is the longest it could ever stay that way).

Two faded pink lines you buried at the bottom of the trash can that had shown up despite all odds stacked against them with Kento's vasectomy and the mutual agreement you came to months earlier that your little family was complete.

But of course, fate, that pesky force it was, both responsible for the miracle of your love falling into place, and now baby number four, had other plans. Only now, you worried that the unplanned element of it all would put a slight damper on the news.

"Mhmm, just tired." You mutter as you go a little limp in his embrace while he's unable to help the inadvertent curve of his smile. As he strokes your hair, he can't help but take note that this bout of exhaustion that's been seizing you as of late has been sticking around for a bit longer than usual.

But for now, he holds you close to his heart, swaying you to invisible melody with the pattern of the subtle afternoon breeze as he watches his trio of treasures sprint with carefree glee around your farmland property, not allowing his worry to steal his focus from the priceless memory of another Easter egg hunt unfolding right in front of him.

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The girls wander back to the porch with their baskets of loot, out of breath.

"Nice job, little ladies." Yaga gives them high fives as they scurry into the living room, eager to crack open their goodies. Your baby, however, is still a little too shy for a high five, tugging at your dress before you finally scoop her up.

"Um, actually, I think there is one more." You direct your statement mostly to your husband, who turns to you, curiosity piqued, however Mama Nanami catches the ending.

She doesn't know, but she understands the look you give her son. It's one she used to give his father, a knowing that comes from loving the same person over many years, a look that begs for just a little reprieve from the endearing bustle of family life where you two could just exist for a moment as husband and wife.

As if on cue, she moves to take your little one out of your arms after a little coaxing,

"Let's go inside and show Nana what you've found."

"Thank you..." You nod appreciatively as Kento's fingers fill the spaces between yours.

"We won't be long." He reassures them as you both step away.

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You linger for a moment next to your favorite tree on the property you love to take afternoon naps under, hand in hand, except for the moments when your grip loosens slightly so he can allow his thumb to smooth over the heart of your palm to let you know he's still following close behind, not minding the moisture from the yellow blades of grass that brushed both your ankles.

Kento smiles as you tug him into the barn, a ritual you've partaken in many times, though the last time you did was far longer ago than he would have liked.

"Up here." You chuckle as you begin to climb the ladder after witnessing the confusion plastered on his face.

"You're impossible." But his statement carries all of the affection he can muster and bury underneath the mild inconvenience of the moment, even so as all the love he has for you is completely unrestrained by his limited gaze in the eyepatch on the left side of his face when your back is turned to him.

Once you're both seated in the privacy of the loft, you reveal the reason you had stolen his presence, a small blue egg in the palm of your hand.

He takes it from you as you sit cross legged from each other, shaking it next to his ear with an unserious wiggle of his brow. "Well, it's definitely not cash."

"Oh my God, just open it, silly!"

"I'll take as long as I well please, darling. Since I have been nothing but patient with all this suspense you've built up, you lovable tease."He holds the egg in his fingertips, turning it over for one moment longer before he cracks it open without another thought.

He freezes as a small pacifier tumbles out. His mind only takes a moment to compute the symbolic message behind the small object, a million questions fanning across his mind that get simultaneously answered all at once as his thoughts catch up to him.

"Happy Easter." You say quietly, breath still unreleased from your lungs as you can't exactly discern the stream of thoughts you know are racing inside him at this very moment.

"Really?" He asks, his gaze searching and latching onto the slightly fearful confirmation in your eyes as soon as you nod your head.

"Yes... I've known since yesterday."

"Come here." He folds the pacifier in between both your hands and he uses it to slowly pull you into his lap, legs straddling either side of him, hand at the back of your neck to hold you even closer against him as though the current press of your bodies together simply wasn't enough to quell his unrelenting ache.

"You're not upset?"

"No, I'm not upset." He answers softly.

"I feel bad though, Ken. The surgery...we thought we were done..."

"I knew there was still a small risk, even with the surgery." His hand halts in its reassuring path down your waist as he pulls back for a moment to look into your eyes.

"What would you like to do, sweetheart?"

"I...can't bring myself to consider any alternatives." You murmur, shaking your head as he studies you patiently with that iris of caramel centering you in the present of his love that never demanded and only flowed without apology, like the river that flooded and stranded him with you in the first place.

"Then, we're parents-to-be with a fourth. It's as simple as that."

"But-"

"No buts, darling." The tip of his nose affectionately smooshes against yours. "The choice is yours, and yours alone. I just want to support you and the babies in any way I can."

His thumbs trace over the backs of your hands in indiscriminate shapes that all speak the same language of adoration. "I love every child the moment you tell me about them. So even though this news is unexpected, it's never unwelcomed. As long as you're safe, and happy, that's all I could ask for."

You know he's not lying, either as you reflect on every single one of your pregnancies. The aches, pains, and woes somehow became blurred as an afterthought when you recalled each one. It might have been the very definition of insanity.

But love, particularly the unbelievable way you and Kento came to meet, rarely ever made sense. And the way he revered you, loved you, never made you hold anything he thought you weren't supposed to carry, and cleansed your world of unnecessary stresses through the season of bearing each of his babies made it so easy to say yes to just one more.

He kisses you and the emotions of the moment born out of this life-changing revelation hangs in in the air when your lips briefly let go with reluctance, a quiet ember begging to be something just a little bit more, bargaining back a little more time from its endless game of cat and mouse that loved to elude you, shamelessly indulgent despite knowing you'd have more of it tonight when the world went to sleep. Your foreheads press together, and it's simply you and him breathing together in this pocket of time where you can just be as a couple.

He takes your chin in his fingers, kissing you again, slowly with intention, warm tongue skimming along your bottom lip until you inevitably oblige and let him in, a shivery groan escaping that shoots straight through him and cracks his restraint that all but turned to glass every time he was alone with you, despite the countless times he's heard it.

He knows it, when your sounds begin to leave you in a broken pattern that thrum against his lips pressed to your throat like a prayer, a plea. His hands depart from cradling your face to rub your breasts slowly through your dress he'd been yearning to feel you under ever since he saw you in it through windows in the bright light of your kitchen.

"Fuck, Ken..."

Your voice makes him eager to scratch that itch, suckling your left breast into his mouth without wasting another moment while he rolls your clothed clit softly on the meat of his thigh.

"They're waiting for us." You purr feebly with your head thrown back, knowing you have no intention of withstanding the urge to let him fuck you in the mellow quiet of this barn, looking down occasionally to take in the way he hollows his cheeks as he sucks on your tits with a fervor you know will translate into little lovemarks that only you and him will be able to see that will hopefully last for weeks, supple flickers of his smooth tongue strategically lapping at the already hardened nipples until you feel like a dam about to burst as the slick begins to drip more steadily between your thighs.

"They can wait five more..." He murmurs as he finishes paying attention to the right before he lays you on your back on the bed of straw, breath shuddering as the thin cotton of your dress does little to shroud the budding bumps along the raised nipples of your tender breasts so enticingly, by far his favorite constellation with the North Star of the two layered diamonds of your necklace as the centerpiece, swaying in synchronized rhythm as your body inadvertently thrusts against his hardening cock behind his trousers.

"We don't need long."

Your thigh curls along the slope of his back like the vines that decorate the cobblestones of the exterior of your home, as his left palm moves inside your panties, a bit of a habit he picked up on purpose just to indulge that possessive need of his to see and feel you cum and clench around his wedding ring. He groans as he takes his time to coax and explore, warm honey flowing freely as he dips between your folds to stretch you around his long fingers.

"God, so tight..." He can't resist unbuttoning his pants to stroke his heavy cock at the same time, right as his middle and index finger find and press, wetly squelching against the silky spot inside your sweet pussy that he had scored to memory long ago like a scripture.

"Ohhh, Kento..."

You pulse maddeningly around his fingers and he pumps himself even faster, precum slowly dribbling down his fingers as he recollects how you do the same thing on his cock when he's deep inside you.

"They'll hear us if you keep moaning like that..." He wantonly utters with the last semblance of self-restraint he can muster as his face falls into the sanctuary of your neck as he can't delay his own climax much longer. "If Shoko goes outside to smoke-"

"Just fuck me, Kento..."

He groans as he sits up on his forearm, his thumb over your pulse as he draws his hips back, leaning in, ghosting over your mouth with the shadow of a kiss as he softly pants, before he seals his lips over yours. He guides the scarred, bulging tip inside you, receding his hips backwards in a slow draw without leaving you entirely, before giving one long, steady push until he's fully inside.

He moans audibly in unison alongside you as the stretch dissolves like pleasure on a cloud, carrying you away as the rhythmic waves of aftershocks dance up your spine in blind succession with every deep thrust. You're not spared from feeling every single inch, every subtle curve of him that fit into you like no other as if by design that was divine in nature.

"So damn warm, so beautiful like this..." He sighs as he rolls his hips in just the way he loves, tips of his knuckles blossoming into white as he grips the meat of your thighs like his center of gravity to pull him in with more passion, more depth to precision in the soft, warm tides of that velvety oasis, over and over again.

"Cum with me..." You murmur and you feel the full consequence your words have on him when his thrusts abruptly get even harder in response.

"Kiss me if it's too much..." He whispers, although as more of a command as he yanks you against his lips regardless. He fucks you roughly, throughly with a passion that travels from his kiss all the way down to where you connect and undulate together as one.

It rivals the thunder in the pewter clouds that plague the skies above your farmhouse. It's lovemaking with an intensity that conveyed all the frustration he felt at the time that dragged much longer than he wanted it to between the last time he could enjoy you like this, coupled with the wildfire of elation and desire he felt setting the forest of his heart ablaze knowing you were going to bear another one of his children.

"I love you."

It comes crashing down with his climax that reduces his composure to shaky trembles like a battered leaf in the wind with his face in your neck, tranquilized by the scent of your hair splayed across his sweaty forehead, creamy cum milking out of his cock and soaking your spasming walls that pulse in balanced tempo around his length, the lingering remnant of his loving declaration hanging around you like a heavenly haze of smoke with the after effects of an aphrodisiac as fuel for your peak that was all but eminent.

His thumb continues circling around your clit, pumping into you a few more times with his cock before he slowly pulls out, dipping his head down with no hesitation to finish the job. Warm delicate tongue lapping at the mixture of your love that almost makes him harden all over again, smearing the sea of dribbling slick all over your clit before he gives you his fingers one more time to relieve that loss inside you were feeling.

Your cum soaks his wedding band as intended and you share a devilish smile as you watch him clean his fingers with his tongue.

"Open your mouth..." He leaves the elixir of both your essences on your tongue mingled in the steamy punctuation of an all-consuming kiss he never lets you go without.

"I love you more." You drunkenly murmur, intoxicated quite a ways up from the aftershocks of this session whose postlude tonight you were now awaiting with much more impatience.

And he feels precisely the same as you both clean up and he notices the tremor in your step that he was responsible for causing, a latent fire growing in his belly as he knows it's all but certain he'll be dripping out of you until the long anticipated moment behind your closed bedroom door when he finally has you all to himself.

"Not even close."

He tells you without speaking, rather in the squeeze of his hand and the glimmer in your eyes that only you two know the true meaning, as you saunter back to your home that awaited with even more love inside.

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dividers by @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[w0rmss]

What do you think a jealous Bruce Wayne would be like? Would he edge reader, or make her come countless times, or would he make her suck him off or a combination? He’d definitely want to remind reader who she belongs to

Thank you so much for the request. I think bruce is a mix of all like he'll edge you for ages before making your come over and over before finally making her suck it off his dick.

Tw: edging overstimulating oral (f and m) p in v older man x younger woman afab reader use of sir / good girl rough throat fucking

Enjoy

Bruce knew it wasn't your fault some man was flirting with you at the gala. Did that stop the jealousy building up and fling all on you. Absolutely not. So now he was here between your legs slupering you up like a made man. He'd been like this for over an hour without giving you release. "Please sir. Please please let me come.. " You whine and tugging at his hair. This only encourages bruce to go faster. ""You think you get to come after what happened. Only good girls get to come baby." You whine as you feel him like a strip between your folds. "Am I not good enough for you. Am I too old for you baby." He looks up at you his face glistening with your arousal. "No sir. No you're sooo good please sir. I'll be the best girl for you please. I'm sorry sir... let me come please sir." You beg, the sight of Bruce's face only making everything worse. But your begging worked to well as you watched him sit up and undo his belt.

Bruce chuckles looking at you whined and shook on his cock. You'd came at least four times now. You whine and gasp bruce keeping your hands above your head. "What baby girl I thought you this is what you wanted." He teases as your cunt tighten around him making you shudder and finish over his cock once again. He pulls out with a groan watching your own fluids drip from your now empty hole. "B..Bruce... you... haven't fin." You gasp out but are cut off by bruce demanding you to. "Get on your knees and open wide."

Bruce cups the back of your head as his thick cock bullies the back of your throat. Precum and saliva drips down your chin and his balls. "That's it baby make it up to me. So good at saying sorry aren't you... took it all like the best girl." He's close you can tell by his babbling. You hum happily around him. "Yes sir." Your words vibrate against his member causing him to groan and shove it to the back of your throat before he spills down it. "That's it baby take it fuck take it all for me. Good girl my good fucking girls." He groans spilling ever last drop down you. You come of with a pop and swallow what was left in your mouth and lick your lips. "Anything to say to me." Bruce asks tilting your head up. "Thank you sir." You purr leaning into his hand. "I'll never make you jealous again." You kiss his palm. "Good girl. I'll go run you a bath." He kisses your forehead and walks to the bathroom.

Thank you hope you enjoyed

Keep requesting I'll get to it eventually

[rainynightmoonlight]

GXHDJSJSJS I JUST READ YOUR FIC ABOUT THE MERMAN CUTIE AND OMG I LOVE LOVE LOVE RANEE (I THINK THAT"S HOW YOU SPELL THAT) HE'S JUST PERFECT😭😭😭

ANYWAYSSS, so i was thinking... what he do if reader suddenly stopped coming to kayak, because they got sick? How would he react when they finally started coming back again?

Love your works btw😉💋💖💖

Where's my Human? || Yandere Merman x Gn Kayaker Reader

Characters: Ranee

Summary: He gets so worried when you're not there to kayak

Warnings: Yandere themes, possessiveness, violence, stalking

A/n: Yeah that's how you spell it, I'm so happy you love him nonnie! He's my special merboy! And thank you! Also, mention of Malakai

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Let's be real, Ranee has no concept of sickness or injuries. Fin rot is the closest thing he knows, and it's only common within pet fish. There are parasites and other ocean germs, but nothing like human sickness. So if you stop showing up for a while brings up so much concern. He straight up thinks you're dead. Though it takes a bit of build up for him to actually think of that conclusion.

The first day you don't show up to the beach, he just thinks you got busy. You usually don't come to kayak every day. That's something you told him when he freaked out the first time you didn't show up. Something about sore muscles. He was too focused on you when you told him so he didn't listen.

The second day is when he becomes a bit panicked. This is the stage where he starts swimming the coastline and asking other sea creatures that swim the coast about you. When they say they haven't seen you that's when his brain starts to spiral. Ranee just swims up and down the coastline for the next couple of days, watching the beaches for any sign of you in case you moved and forgot to tell him.

Then a thought comes to his mind, much to his distaste. Ranee thought and contemplated on visiting your human friend. One reason he was against it was because your human friend was trying to take you away from him. Didn't this human know that you were his mate? Beside the point, he didn't have you to guide him out once he swims in, and he's so easily lost.

After grumbling and pacing around in his sea cave to the nearest fish who have no clue what is going on, he decides to visit your human friend. He managed to remember the way there, you better praise him if you ever come back.

He groans as he sees your human friend on his dock of his very shiny home. Malakai prepares himself for any mischief Ranee has brought today but is caught of guard by the merman talking using the limited language he has. Malakai eventually catches your name in the merman's garbled up human speak and barely catches on.

“Oh, you mean Y/n? Yeah, they're sick right now. Texted me they won't be by the docks for a few days.”

Thus leads into Malakai trying to explain what sickness is to the very confused Ranee. After a few hours of body anatomy lessons Ranee comes to the conclusion that you are in fact dying. So the merman is trying to find any way to your home only to realize you don't live near any body of water.

A few more days of your absence leaves Ranee all mopy. Just invite him to your funeral okay? He couldn't live with himself if he didn't at least part with you properly. He's slumped over on a rock, holding the things he had taken from you. He peppered each in tiny kisses. Oh, gods please hear him and give your soul back to him. That's the leas they could do for torturing you like this!

All the fish that came past his cave would swim in and nibble on his skin. Sea lions and seals alike would come in to push him out of the cave. Ranee didn't want to come out to play like he usually does. Not without you!

His life is so meaningless without you. The seals were barking at him to come out of his cave until a ray had swam over. His mopy attitude switches when he gets news from the ray that it saw you back on your kayak and was paddling out in the open. Ranee is completely overjoyed that you were back.

Swimming as fast as his fins could take him, Ranee jumps out like a dolphin and tackles you into the water. You're startled and thrashing but Ranee's cold, scaly face calms you down. You can only chuckle at the merman's clingyness.

“You don't have to almost drown me if you want my attention every time, Ranee.”

He shakes his head as his tail coils around your legs. You shiver as you're pulled closer to his cold body. No way is he letting go. You worried the hell out of him! Making him think you were dead. Bad mate! He only hits the top of your head, scolding you in grumbles.

“Never allowed, fish sticks and fries.”

You were practically an expert in Ranee talk at this point. You came to understand that he was demanding you to stay and never leave him again for that long. As much as you wanted to comply with such a request, you were going to get sick again if you didn't get out of this cold water.

Begrudgingly did Ranee help you back onto your kayak and pushes you back to shore. When you're drying off on the dock, you tell him what happen and give him a better explanation of what happened.

You're now stuck on that dock, listening to Ranee talk about what he had done while you were gone. He gurgles at your praises when he told you he swam through the harbor all by himself.

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[justafairytailofinnocence]

Newt scammander x mermaid reader🧜‍♀️🌊🪄✨️

Newt scammander, a magizoologist, first caught sight of you within the bay of the forbidden forest.

You were the only species of mermaid that frequently surfaced. Seeking massive interest, he wanted to study you.

You were observed frequently sitting on the rocks, showing high levels of intelligence in communication.

Newt began to sketch your anatomy, the look of your tail and your appearance. Believing to have discovered a new species of mermaid that's never been seen before.

As you sat upon the rocks and your tail fin draping below, just touching the murky water. You heard a noise from behind. Upon seeing a mysterious reddish-brown haired man, wearing a light blue trenchcoat with a yellow and black scarf representing hufflepuff draped around his neck. you nearly freaked. You pushed from the rocks into the black lake's water.

Newt—not meaning to have frightened you—stepped forward. He was curious to know if you have high levels of adaptive communication, understanding English.

Your tail gently swam up and down toward the surface. Curious about whom that human was, it's not natural to see men out this far—nor have they ever seen you before.

Your head peeked above the surface. Your eyes curiously gazed at him, wondering if he had any sort of good or bad intention.

Newt muttered, "i-i'm s-sorry I didn't mean t-to disturb you—" unsure if you understood a word. "You're very exquisite, something I only wish to understand if you let me."

He has a gentle voice. Kind. Soft. You thought.

You were still unsure, but you raised yourself amongst the surface more. Exposing your neck and head, but enough to still keep your gills in the water. You felt the wind gently billow against your skin.

"Are you the only one of your kind? are you gregarious? Or are you solitary?" He asked.

You understood him, deciphering his dielect, thanks to the many witches and wizards speaking among the surface.

You held up your index finger saying "Just me."

Newt, impressed by you, took notes within his journal. "Just you? S-sounds rather isolating."

Your head bobbed within the waves as your tail gently swayed to maintain balance. "Do you have a name?" he asked.

"Y/n" you said simply.

"Y/n. Extraordinary." He smiled to himself. It seemed everything you did fascinated him.

"Mine i-is Newt." He smiled back, feeling a connection between you.

"Newt." You say back, your lips curving into a smile.

"I-i have to go now, but I'll come back." Newt said with a hint of disappointment.

The weird reddish-brunette man carrying a journal left. Oddly, you were fond of him. This was the first time anyone had tried to communicate to you.

Over the next few days, the odd man came back exactly in the afternoon. You sat upon the same rock smiling at him. Often, he would bring food, fish, crustacean, and squid—sometimes kelp, but you weren't highly fussed on that.

Newt would speak to you of the surface world, fascinating you even more. You find it odd that many wore clothes, let alone how they were living in huge stone like rocks—meaning houses to him—. You didn't understand how they walked, how they ate, and how they flew on magical sticks.

Newt eventually offered you a safe place where he could study you further, inside his bag? Though that was only an illusion, inside, there was a whole sanctuary with different creatures. You were hesitant at first but the idea appalled to you.

Newt and you formed an unlikely bond, as he routinely brung you food in return to study you further.

One day, along the shores of the black Lake. He spotted a woman faced down within the sand. Newt worried came to your side, realising it was you but with legs?! As to how this happened was a mystery.

He took you in quickly as bunty, a kind lady who assisted newt, helped aid you. When you awoke, you were rather freaked, as this was not your usual environment. When you looked down, you saw legs!

You stood up from the bed, trying to walk but finding it rather difficult. Newt reassured you and helped teach you how to walk.

For the past week you spent on land, you had learned a lot. Learning of the surface dwellers culture and tradition.

However, knowing this wouldn't last, you bid farewell to Newt diving back beneath the waves of the black lake returning to your mer form.

From then on, Newt would visit you occasionally to check in on you. You were the first of a kind. A rare species to uncover. The first to be discovered and founded.

[winteringdream]

MY BOYFRIEND ! ──── kim leehan

✩ ⋅ pairing. kim leehan x gn!reader ✩ ⋅ genre. fluff, headcanons ✩ ⋅ warnings. none! ✩ ⋅ wc. 1k-ish ✩ ⋅ riwoo version! | woonhak version | taesan version | sungho version | myungjae version

BOYFRIEND LEEHAN WHO WOULD ... tie your shoelaces.

You’re mid-sentence, chatting with Leehan as you both walk through the park when you suddenly feel your shoe loosen. You look down to see your shoelace is completely undone.

“Wait,” you mumble, slowing to a stop. “I gotta tie my shoelaces.”

Leehan doesn't say anything, and before you can even crouch, Leehan is already crouched in front of you, tying your shoelaces.

“I could’ve done it, you know.” you say, nudging him slightly when he's done tying your shoelaces.

He glances up at you with a shrug. “Too slow. I was already on the ground.”

“You literally didn’t say anything.”

“I also tied it with a secret lucky knot. You now have enhanced walking powers.” he states matter-of-factly, continuing to walk forward as if he said soemthing normal.

You stare at his back, laughing under your breath. “You’re so dumb.”

Leehan turns around, walking backward now with a grin. “You'll feel the effects of it soon don't worry.”

BOYFRIEND LEEHAN WHO WOULD ... introduce you to his fish.

You’re sitting cross-legged on the floor of Leehan’s room, glancing around, But your eyes eventually land on the real centerpiece of the space: his fish tank.

It’s big. Like, way too big for this room big. The water glows faintly blue, and tiny plants sway gently inside of it. A few fish swim by, darting in and out of little caves and decorations.

Leehan catches your gaze and perks up instantly. “Oh! You haven’t met them yet!”

“Met who?”

He gestures at the tank. “My fish. And one mystery shrimp I still haven’t figured out. Come, come.” He pats the floor beside him.

You scoot over, amused. Leehan kneels in front of the tank, hands behind his back like a tour guide.

“That one there,” he says, pointing to a fancy-looking fish with flowing fins. “He thinks he runs the place. He doesn’t, but don’t tell him that.”

“That one hiding in the log?” He lowers his voice. “ She’s shy, but she comes out when there’s music. She’s got taste.”

“Of course she does,” you reply, playing along. You try to hold back a laugh, but it escapes anyway. "You don't name them?"

"No, I don't bother naming them, I can recognise them anyway."

He points to a tiny creature floating near the bottom. “There's the shrimp. I’ve never seen him eat. He just stares at everyone.”

You can’t stop grinning now, face in your hands. “You’re so weird.”

Leehan gives you a proud little smile. “You love it.”

BOYFRIEND LEEHAN WHO WOULD ... remember all your important dates, even ones you forgot, and quietly plan something meaningful.

You don’t even realize what day it is. It’s just another Tuesday. Long, tiring and filled with meetings and errands and a to-do list that’s somehow longer now than when the day started.

By the time you make it over to Leehan’s place, you’re exhausted and ready to collapse into his couch and not move for an hour.

He greets you with that usual smile . You figure he’s just in one of his playful moods again.

But when you step inside, you freeze. On the table sits a small cake and two forks. Next to it is a tiny photo frame, with a picture of you from last year.

You recognize it immediately. It’s from the day you presented that personal project you worked on for weeks, the one you poured your heart into. You remember feeling proud but tired that day, and honestly? You didn’t think anyone else really remembered it.

“Wait… how did you?”

Leehan shrugs, casually pulling you inside and helping you out of your jacket like this is no big deal.

“You mentioned it once,” he says softly, “how proud you were of that project. You said it felt like a personal win.”

You turn to look at him. He’s avoiding your eyes in the way he does when he gets oddly shy about doing something sweet. “I just thought it deserved to be celebrated.”

You open your mouth to say something but he just grins and nudges you toward the couch.

“No talking, let's eat.” he says. “You already did the hard part. Let me handle the celebration part.”

BOYFRIEND LEEHAN WHO WOULD ... warm up your side of the bed before going to sleep.

You step out of the shower, hair damp. Your only goal is to collapse into bed and sleep for the next 10 hours.

When you walk into the room, Leehan’s already there, half-buried under the covers. He’s scrolling on his phone, the screen lighting up his face, but when he sees you, he perks up.

“There you are,” he says, tossing his phone to the side. “Come here, it’s ready.”

“What’s ready?” you rub your eyes.

He lifts the blanket and motions for you to come over quickly. “Your side. I preheated it. I laid on it for ten minutes. Rolled around a little too.” he says proudly.

You snort, too tired to pretend this isn’t ridiculously cute. “You’re serious?”

“Test it,” he challenges, grinning. “It's really comfy.”

You climb in beside him and immediately melt into the warm matress. The sheets are cozy, the pillow smells like him, and the chill you felt a moment ago disappears instantly.

“Okay, wow. This is really nice.”

“Told you,” he mumbles, already scooting closer to throw an arm around you. You let your head fall against his shoulder, eyes closing, body relaxing and Leehan’s hand rubs lazy circles on your back like he plans to keep you there forever.

BOYFRIEND LEEHAN WHO WOULD ... turn brushing teeth together into a nightly dance battle.

The two of you are brushing your teeth side by side, sleepy and quiet, the soft whirr of your electric toothbrushes buzzing.

You catch him watching you in the mirror, eyes squinting with that look he always has when he has a goofy idea. You already know he’s up to something. He does a little shoulder shimmy. Just a subtle one.

You try to ignore it. He raises an eyebrow, lifts his toothbrush like a mic, and starts bopping his head dramatically like he’s in a music video.

He doesn’t stop. He does a full spin, toothbrush still buzzing the whole time. He’s dancing like he's filming him a music video, shoulders popping, feet tapping, hips swaying way too enthusiastically for someone in pajama pants with toothpaste on his cheek.

You try to keep brushing, but now he’s trying to battle. He points at you with the toothbrush, challenging you.

“Show me what you got.” he mumbles through a mouthful of foam.

You sigh dramatically. But then you start to mirror his moves. A little moonwalk and a spin.

That’s when it’s on. Leehan takes over again, powerfully dancing around like he's at dance practice. It becomes full-blown toothbrush battle with exaggerated moves, laughter muffled by mouths full of toothpaste.

Neither of you wins, because you both end up nearly crying from laughing too hard.

Eventually, you rinse off, leaning on the sink for support as Leehan wipes toothpaste off your nose with a grin.

He grins. “We’re legendary.”

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[reccyls]

Victor’s Episode 0 (LINE Campaign)

Do note that this isn't his Episode 0 story as sold in-game. This is a separate thing for a pre-release promotional campaign.

This is kind of like a CYOA of how Victor and Kate first met. I rearranged the choices to try and make it easier to follow, with the “wrong” (non-canon) choices coming first.

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The sound of a music box echoes. Amidst distant, almost entirely forgotten memories, the curtains just barely rise on act 1 of a time from long ago.

A glimmering music box is reflected in a tear-filled gaze. As you listened to its gentle melody, your tears began to dry. You lifted your gaze. The person who played the music box for you, who wiped away your tears. You no longer remembered a thing about them.

Part 1: The Day I First Encountered Death

Your beloved cat had died. To make sure that the cat went to heaven, you went to church. As you cried and prayed, a young man called out to you.

???: Why are you crying?

Choice A: Don’t stop crying, don’t look up.

Kate: Nothing happened.

He gently touched your shoulder, and then walked away.

???: Until you can smile again, I will always watch over you.

Fin.

Choice B: Explain what happened.

Kate: My cat died.

With his gem-like eyes, hair like the night, and his neat & proper clothes, he looked like a prince from some faraway country. He sat next to you and listened as you explained, occasionally commenting and responding to your words. But the more you spoke, the sadder you became, and the more your eyes began to well again with tears. What eventually stopped your crying was the sound of a music box, echoing in the empty church.

???: Listen, this is what it sounds like.

In your faint memories, his eyes were as bright as jewels.

Episode 2: The Ruined Church

You were now a postal worker. At the post office, news that the church was looking for some volunteers to help with work reached your ears. Hearing the name of the church, a sense of nostalgia washed over you…

Choice A: Don’t volunteer

Kate: There’s a play I want to watch that day! I’ll have to pass…

Fin.

???: That we don’t meet again is also fate. But if… ???: …If one day you choose to share your fate with me, the darkness will gladly welcome you.

Choice B: Volunteer

Kate: It’s been a long time. I should go.

You spent the day playing with children and helping out at their bazaar. You got especially close to one orphan boy, to the point where he was willing to sit next to you and smile. Now it was time to go back home.

Choice B1: Leave immediately.

Kate: If I don’t leave now, all the eggs will be sold out!

Fin.

???: That you can live a happy and peaceful life is all I could ever want. I’ll always watch over you.

Choice B2: Take a detour home.

Kate: There’s a bakery I’ve been interested in trying out nearby…

Fin.

???: May all your days be filled with such happiness.

Choice B3: Say a prayer before leaving.

Kate: (Please, let tomorrow be a happy day for the children, too.)

BOOM

One moment you were praying. The next, a sound so loud it threatened to burst your ears filled the air, and the world was full of smoke.

Choice B3-1: Run.

Kate: (I have to get away!)

Fin.

???: I hope that what happened today won’t continue to haunt you. ???: Go somewhere safe. You belong in the light…

Choice B3-2: Freeze in fear.

Kate: (I-I can’t move… What do I do?)

???: Get up! Run!

You didn’t know the name of the person who pulled you away, nor what they looked like. All you knew was that large hand, a lone beacon of safety amidst the ruins of the church around you.

Episode 3: Towards That Fateful Night

You’ve been working for a long time. One day, the postmaster asks for your help to fill in for someone on the night delivery staff.

Choice A: Decline.

Kate: Sorry, I won’t work overtime…

Fin.

???: It’s wonderful that you can say ‘no’. Know your boundaries, and enjoy your life to the fullest.

Choice B: Accept.

Kate: I’ll do it.

You were headed to…

Choice B1: A bookstore called Kingsley Books

Kate: (No one’s here. Should I come back tomorrow?)

There was a book fallen on the floor by your feet.

Choice B1-1: As you went to pick it up–

Kate: (What book is this?)

At that moment, someone appeared beside you and snatched the book away before vanishing just as suddenly.

Fin.

???: You shouldn’t touch this book yet. ???: May you live a life of freedom.

Choice B1-2: Pick up the book.

Kate: (How did a book get here?)

As if pulled in by some unknown force, you opened that title-less book. A strong gust of wind blew through the air and you were surrounded by blinding light.

???: Welcome to the world of fractured fairy tales… ???: We have one new guest, ya~~yyy!!!!

And so you set out on a journey across the world of fairytales to find the “missing piece”.

???: Kate, did you know? ???: That book you first held that day, that was mine.

(Victor’s 95k bonus story for part 2 of the dark if event for the full thing)

Choice B2: A stately mansion.

Kate: (Hm? No mailbox…)

You gently placed your hand on the metal gate, which swung open with a creak. Drawn in by fate, a love that you would never return from was waiting just ahead.

???: Come here. I will always continue to reach out for you, just like this, from the verge of death.

(Note: Victor uses 'ore' here instead of his usual 'boku'/'omae' instead of 'kimi' for Kate)

[crying-fantasies]

Night of rest

Masterlist

The night cycles are calm in the sleeping areas of humans, more than one place is guarded by a mer looking out for their organic partner, and no big predator dares come to the shallow waters around since it is an advantage for the mers.

But there always is the fragger who only wants to mess up with everyone.

The night cycle is calm, Rodimus only wakes up from the nest of blankets he has made on your bed when his senses catch on to the insisting cries of some flyer outside, those are pests as all they do is steal their prey and give them trouble, he growls some, sure that the guard of this night will take care of it eventually, but the thing keeps on screaming, making you stir in your sleep, Primus knows you need to sleep more than a few hours since the pups were forged, so does he, and if others won't do their job then it falls on him.

Rodimus holds your tiny ears on his servos and roars, which can be translated to “Shut the frag up!”, the flyer quiets, finally, and your sleep and the pups’ are preserved, he tucks you all with his tail once again, being sure the pile of pups is deep in recharge and you are back to snoring without care, all he needs in this life.

Still, the flyer takes it to a personal degree, soon crying out once again, Rodimus’ optics open, startled by the new raised volume, all his pups wake up with a symphony of cries, optics wide and wet with tears, soon crawling to you with the most spark breaking howls as you are also frightened out of your peaceful sleep by all the little digits and nails clinging to your chest and clothes.

Having enough and with a snarl, Rodimus drags himself out of his nest, with a face plate so full of hatred that it scares you, fins up and tail slapping against the floor once he reaches the door, going outside, ignoring your question of where he is going, opting to shut down your babies while looking out for some fish to give them when Coupe tries to latch to your chest, their cries getting louder as the thing keeps on screaming outside, almost making fun of your predicament, just to then hear a roar once again, a short fight, desperate shouts and then something squeaking, you hold all the babies to your chest who also get the idea of keeping quiet, protecting them, only being at ease when Rodimus comes back, closing the door the best he can and licking his face, the pups call out to him with chirps, eagerly licking him too as Rodimus curls once again around you, letting the pups do what they want as he drags you down with him before you try to see what happened outside, purring merrily as the pups curl, hugging their tails, you or him.

You didn't know, but the flyer's frame, now headless, was still trashing out until his tail finally stopped twitching, the current dragging the frame away.

[ghosty-writes-23]

I'm Not Coming Home. - Leon S Kennedy.

!TAGS!: NSFW Content, Virginity Loss, Fluff & Angst, !WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT!, Foreplay, Body Worship, Eating Out, Soft!Dom!Leon, Aftercare, Sad Ending.

Pairing: RE2R!Boyfriend!Leon + Virgin!Girlfriend!Reader

Rating: Mature.

Summary: "Nothing Lasts Forever, Nothing Stays The Same." You and Leon and in love until one day Leon decided to go to Raccoon City after not hearing from his lieutenant in weeks, but little did both of you know that one decision was going to change both of your lives forever...

Word Count: 4.7k

Ghosty's Notes: Hello, I know this one is a little more of a sadder one, but I did try and make the smut scene a little better, since the last one was a little lack luster, but I do hope you enjoy this one.

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Thank you for all the support, it means alot❤️

-Ghosty❤️

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18+ Content // Minors DO NOT Interact // 18+ Content.

It was a normal cozy Saturday afternoon, you were lounging around your dorm room in comfortable clothing which consisted of a pair of light blue sleep shorts with little white clouds on them and one of your boyfriend Leon’s oversized hoodies that was almost like a dress on you as it came to mid-thigh, currently you were laying your head on Leon’s lap listening to him hum a soft turn as he was reading his police academy textbook and playing with your hear causing a small hum and leave your lips as you enjoyed his attention and affection.

Leon had been told to wait until he got the order that he could come to the Raccoon City Police department or RDP for short, because last week he got an order to stay away until it was safe to come, he was a little confused at first but he agreed listening to his lieutenant, but you knew deep down and was worried and a little disappointed that he had to wait, but if they were direct orders then he would listen to them.

You knew this was an amazing opportunity for him and his career, but it did make you a little sad that you wouldn’t be able to see him every time he came in for his morning coffee at the café you worked at, always ordering an abnormally sweet drink and a piece of the cake of the day that your mom had made that morning, he loved ant type of your mom’s baking as he had a huge sweet tooth.

Your mom likes to have Leon taste all her new creations and free of charge of course because you knew deep down she saw Leon as her future son in law so he shouldn’t have to pay, even if you kept telling her you both were too young to be thinking that far ahead into the future, sometimes she herself knew her creations weren’t good enough for the café, but Leon still eat them with a smile on his face.

“Have you heard back from your lieutenant?” You asked Leon as he had moved his hand from your head and was now resting against your cheek as he stroked the soft skin there, but his eyes were glued to his textbook as if he was trying to memorise it so he was prepared for when he would eventually leave for Raccoon city. “No, I haven’t, but if I haven’t heard from them in a couple of days I will give them a ring.” Leon says before he took his eyes off his textbook and looked at you giving you a small, tired smile before he pulled you closer to him and leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead then rested his own forehead there.

“As much as waiting around sucks, I’m happy I get to spend more time with you before you go.” You say softly as you looked up into his blue eyes that are warm with love and affection for you, your own eyes mirroring the same warmth and emotion in your eyes. “I knew you would say that princess.” Leon says with a small laugh as he leaned down and captured your lips between his in a soft kiss.

You and Leon had come up with a plan to deal with a long distant relationship, since you were halfway through your semester and you wanted to at least complete this year then transfer to Raccoon city university before you moved in with Leon, it was only just 6 months away until you two would finally have your own apartment and no more shower sharing or no more shower caddy for you or timed showers, you will have your own personal shower and can take nice long hot showers, it sounded like a dream come true.

As the kiss deepened, his tongue teasing your bottom lip as asking for entry into your mouth, you opened your mouth as you moved and wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer as he deepened the kiss and wrapped his arms around your waist, you and Leon have had make out sessions before but you have never gone further then that, but since your roommate is away for the next couple of days visiting her boyfriends family out of town and you finally had the dorm to yourself, so you thought today might be the day you wanted to lose your virginity to Leon.

Pulling away from the kiss a string of saliva connected to both of your lips, a soft whine left Leon’s lips as he moved his head slightly closer to you as if to chase your lips and put them back against his, this caused a soft laugh to leave your lips as you rested your forehead against his and saw his eyes open. “why’d you stop, did you want to stop?” Leon asked softly his concern clear on his face thinking he did something wrong; he never wanted to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable or pressured into doing something you didn’t want to do; he would respect your boundaries.

“I want this, I do.” You reassured him before gently bumped your nose against his, a soft smile on your face as you looked into his eyes. “I want to go further.” You say quietly as you felt your cheeks and tips of your ears start to burn slightly, this was big for you knew Leon wasn’t a virgin, but he was always open with you if you had any questions for him, you knew he would take care of you, and you trusted him with everything you had.

“Are you sure Y/n, I mean this is a huge decision.” Leon says looking at you with wide eyed, you knew this was a huge decision but to you it felt right, and you wanted to loss your virginity to him before he left to go to Raccoon city. “Yes Leon I’m sure, I love you and I trust you.” You say looking up at him as you saw him gulp, the tips of his ears was slightly red as well his blonde hair slightly falling over his eyes.

“Okay.” He says softy before he scoops you up in his arms with ease and starts making his way to your bedroom, you cling to him a soft giggle leaving your lips as your heart was racing in your chest, you couldn’t believe you were actually doing this, but you knew that Leon would take care of you and make this as comfortable and positive as he could for your first ever sexual experience.

*In Your Room*

Leon place you gently onto your bed before he moved above you, his knee was in between your thighs, his hands were either side of your head as he looked down at you, his gaze was warm and filled with love and affection. “I love you.” You say softly causing a smile to form on his lips as well as his cheeks slightly colouring as well. “I love you too princess.” Leon says before he leaned down and gently kissed you, your eyes fluttered close as you enjoyed the sensation of his warm lips against yours.

Your arms came up and wrapped around his neck pulling him closer to you as this time you decided to tease your tongue along his bottom lip before he opened his mouth and you tangled your tongue with his, a soft moan left your lips as you felt one of his hands cupping the side of your face and gently stroking your cheek, the small affection makes your heart rate pick up slightly. Soon he broke the kiss and started to trail soft kisses down your jawline to your neck, the hand that was on your cheek moved and went to the bottom of the hoodie you were wearing, but his movements stopped.

“Is this ok?” he asked huskily against your ear, his breathing slightly heavy as his lips were pressed against the soft skin of your neck. “Yes.” You says closing your eyes as you enjoyed the sensation, your hands slightly gripping the blanket that was under your body on your bed, Leon pulled away from your neck and carefully tugged your hoodie off leaving you in your bra and little cotton shorts. “So beautiful.” He says with a soft hum as his eyes looked over your body, he looked at you if you had hung the stars, because in his eyes you did.

You looked away feeling slightly embarrassed at his words, but he just chuckled softy before he reached behind him and pulled off his shirt and tossed it onto the bedroom ground, as you looked at his body you found yourself biting your lip as your thighs subconsciously squeezed together, you had seen Leon shirtless multiple times over your relationship but today it just felt different. Looking up at him you saw a faint blush on his cheeks, reaching up you were hesitant to touch his bare skin, but Leon grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers together before he placed it over his chest right over his heart, you could feel it thumping against your hand with every beat.

You slightly flexed your fingers before your eyes meet his pupils were slightly wider as his eyes didn’t leave yours, moving up you so you were now sitting up you bumped your nose against his before you leaned forward and placed a kiss on his shoulder and started to trial kisses up to his neck, making sure to place a soft kiss on each of the moles that was on his neck, knowing they were his weak spots, with each kiss a grunt or a course would leave his lips as you gently suckled the soft skin leaving a little mark.

Soon you were gently pressed back onto the bed and before you could protest you felt Leon’s lips against the bare of your lower chest as he began to trail kisses downwards, your body feeling as if it was on fire from how hot you were feeling, your fingers went to his hair as you moved it out of his face as he reached the hem line of your shorts, his eyes looked up at you his expression was one of love and lust, his eyes were hooded, you nodded your head before you felt his fingers hook into your shorts and gently tugged them down carefully.

“Lift your hips for me baby.” He asks his voice huskier then usual, you nodded your head and did as you were told, soon your shorts were tugged off and tossed onto the ground and forgotten. Moving Leon placed your legs over his shoulder as he started to place soft kisses on your inner thigh, causing soft whines to leave your lips.

“what are you doing?” You asked him as you couldn’t look at him in the eyes, you felt too embarrassed to look at him when you had him in between your legs. “going to get you nice and prepared for me.” He says as his kisses grew higher until you could feel his breath on the corner of your panties that were sticking to your slick folds that was currently clenching around nothing in need. You didn’t know what he meant by preparing you but when he placed a gentle kiss on your clothed clit it made a whine like moan leave your lips before you pushed your hips slightly more towards his face, the touch making you needy and wanting more.

Leon just gave you a smile before he ran his tongue up the length of your entrance to the top of your clit causing another sweet whine to leave your lips as you arched your back as your fingers slightly tightened their grip in his hair. “Please.” You soft pleaded, you needed more to feel direct contact with no barriers at this point you didn’t care how needy you felt or seemed, you needed more of this pleasure, you needed more of him. “Such a needy girl.” Leon teases but you could tell he was just as affected as you could see his bulge against his sweatpants, but he seemed to be ignoring it and focusing more on your pleasure then his own.

He didn’t bother taking your panties off, instead he just pulled them to the side before running his tongue up in a slow motion, his eyes not leaving your and you felt as if your soul left your body with how he was looking at you as he devoured you like a starved man. You thighs tightened around his head as if you couldn’t comprehend the pleasure that was running through your veins, but Leon didn’t seem to mind, in fact he looked as if he was in her own personal heaven between your thighs, his eyes closed his tongue deep inside your aching pussy, your slick coating his lips as he made soft suckling noise that made you blush and look away out of embarrassment.

His arms came up and wrapped around your thighs, as if he was trying to pull you even closer as soft whines and moans left your lips, you gripped the pillow under your head as you could feel something tightening in your stomach. “L-Leon.” You gently cried out his name as your whole body started to tremble against him. “I know baby, just let go for me.” He purred against your clit as his tongue was circling around it, that was what threw you over the edge you came with a loud moan of his name as you came undone on his tongue alone.

Once you had come down from your high, you were panting slightly a thin layer of sweat coating your body, you couldn’t meet Leon’s gaze, but you knew he was smiling as he moved up and gently tilted your chin up and gently kissed you again, you could taste your self on his lips which made you blush even more. As he broke the kiss you hid you face in his head as he reached over to grab something out of his wallet that was in the back of his pants that were on the ground beside your bed.

You could hear the sound of the condom wrapper rustling in Leon’s hand as he placed it on the bedside table, then he moved his hand to gently cup your cheek and pulled you up so your gaze would meet his. “how was that?” he asked as he gently stroked your cheek with his thumb, you found yourself nuzzling into his hand and placing a soft kiss on his palm. “good.” You managed to say, your voice was quiet and almost shy, you really couldn’t believe you just had you boyfriend in between your legs eating you out as if you were his last meal.

“Do you want to continue?” Leon asks, his eyes searching your for any hesitation or anxiety because he wants this to be a positive experience for you. “Yes, please.” You says quietly as you looked at him your cheeks were a lot darker now, but you knew this is what you wanted, for him to be your first and hopefully your last. “Okay.” He says before planting a soft kiss on your forehead and reaching over to grab the condom he had placed on your bedside table before, as well as a small packet of lube that was attached to the back of the condom.

He ripped the packet open the condom packet with his teeth and pulled out the ring looking piece of slippery latex like rubber, it didn’t have a scent to it. He took the piece of latex like rubber and shifted around a little as he placed it on himself with a soft snap noise and a little grunt, once it was securely on he grabbed the packet of lube and tore it open before he coated his fingers then brought them down to your now arching pussy and gently started to massage it in.

The coldness made you shiver slightly and bit your lip but soon it started to warm up. “what’s the lube for?” you asked as you could see Leon cleaning the lube off his hands on his pants that where laying on the ground beside your bed. “it will help with the stretch and hopefully won’t be so painful.” Leon explains as he positions himself in between your thighs your legs were either side of his waist, when you heard that this may be painful your body tensed slightly. Leon felt you tense up before he took one of your hands and intertwined your fingers together and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of your hand.

“I promise I will be as gentle as I can be.” He reassures you as he peppers your hand with gentle kisses, he was trying to get you to relax and not so tense so it wouldn’t be as painful, you nodded your head and gave his hand a soft squeeze back. “Okay, I’m ready.” You say closing your eyes, you felt some shuffling before you felt the tip of his cock at your entrance, he was grinding slightly as if he was teasing you, the lube and your own slick making it easier for him to move.

Soon you felt him start to slowly push in, at first there was some resistance as if your body was trying to force him out which caused some pain to shot through your body, a soft choked cry left your lips as you gripped the blanket under your body. “it’s okay sweetheart, I’ve got you.” Leon cooed softly as he was placing gentle kisses on your neck to try and distract you from the pain that you were currently in.

“Fuck Leon, it hurts.” You whimpered softly as your body tensed and trembled slightly as you could feel him deeper inside you inch by inch. “I know baby I know, just a couple more inches okay, you’re doing so well for me.” He praised you softly as he moved some of your hair out of your face.

As he finally sunk in fully, a single tear ran down your cheek, but he caught it with his thumb and placed a gentle kiss on your cheek, he hated seeing you in any kind of pain, but he knew that where maybe pain now but it will soon melt into pleasure. “I love you so much.” Leon says as he peppered kisses all over your face and down your neck trying to distract you from your discomfort and it was slowly working. You body had stopped trembling now and you could feel yourself slowly adjusting to his size.

“You can move now.” You tell him quietly as your own eyes were still closed but you gently squeezed his hand, giving him the go ahead. You felt him move slightly his face buried in your neck and your intertwined hands on the pillow beside you as he slowly began to move his hips, listening to make sure you weren’t making noises out of pain or discomfort.

It was uncomfortable at first feeling as if your lower half was being ripped in two, but slowly the pain started to fade away with Leon’s careful and gentle movements, you could feel his warm breath on your neck and hear every little noise he made which made you blush even more since you were making him feel this way. “You okay, its not hurting anymore?” He asks as his movements were still slow and careful, his hips only moving ever so slightly but still remaining deep inside you. “It’s still a little uncomfortable but I’m okay.” You reassured him as you finally opened your eyes and looked up at him.

His eyes were looking at you as if studying for any signs of discomfort or pain, his cheeks and tips of his ears were flushed red, his breathing was slightly heavy as his mouth was open a little bit, some of his blonde hair was sticking to his forehead, to you in this moment you felt as if you were falling in love with Leon all over again, your heart skipped a beat and you felt butterflies in your stomach, this was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, you maybe young and not know much about your future or what was going to happen but you would pray that Leon would be a part of it forever because you couldn’t see yourself falling anybody else that wasn’t him.

“I love you Leon.” You tell him as you moved your hips in rhythm with his, soft moans began to leave your lips as you moved your wraps to wrap around his neck, your nails slightly digging into his shoulders, the pain had faded and was now replaced with a feeling of the same pleasure Leon had made you feel before.

“I love you too Y/n.” Leon panted softly as he picked up the pace, soft moans were falling from his lips as well as he began to feel himself twitch, he knew he wasn’t going to last long, but he would make sure you came again before he did. Your moans started to grow louder as the bed started to make a soft creaking noise.

You were close your stomach was tightening up again the same as before, you pulled Leon closer to you and kissed him hard before you felt the knot in your stomach snapped and you came undone for a second time that day, as Leon kissed you back be soon followed and with a final twitch he spilled into the condom with a grunt against your lips before he pulled away and moved some sweaty hair out of your face and give you one of his lop-sided grins.

“I’m going to pull out now okay.” He says, his voice a few octaves deeper, you nodded your head before you felt him slowly pull out, a soft wince leaving your lips as you saw him get off your bed and discarded the used condom before going into the bathroom. After a few moments Leon returned with a warm cloth and a bottle of water and something to eat for the both of you. “you okay, I didn’t hurt you too much.” Leon asked worried as he placed the food items down and went to clean up the mess you both had made.

“No, it was perfect.” You say giving your loving and slightly worried boyfriend a warm smile, to you that moment was everything you could have asked for. “Well, I’m glad I could make this memorable for you.” He says with a smile as he cleaned up the mess before tossing the now dirty cloth into your clothes bin and got into bed beside you pulled the blankets up over your naked bodies.

“Thank you.” You say nuzzling into his chest as he grabs the water bottle and food snacks for you both. “anything for my special girl.” He says before opening one of the snack packets he had grabbed and offered you some first, you smiled and took one of the cookies out of the packet and began to nibble on it as you cuddled up to him, basking in his warmth and the glow of your innocence that had now been taken by the man you loved with all your heart….

*Later On, That Same Week.*

Leon had left for Raccoon City last night, he was too worried when he hadn’t heard back from his lieutenant, so he decided to head to the RDP and promised you he would call you once he got into police station, you wanted to try and convince him to stay even if it was until morning since it was a long drive and maybe you could have went with him, but he argued that you had class the next morning and he didn’t want you to miss it.

He had been sending you messages every hour updating you on where he was and even taking some pictures of things he saw, which made you smile but in the back of your mind something wasn’t sitting right with you.

When you got back to your dorm room that afternoon, you threw your bag onto the couch and headed into your bedroom with the plan on changing into comfortable clothing and binge watch some awful reality TV show since you had a free day from work and your roommate was not dragging you to another party you didn’t want to go too.

Going up into your room head stripped down to your bra and panties before doing over to your draws, a small smirk appeared on your lips as you opened Leon’s draw that you had kept for when he left his clothes here, you ruffled through the draw looking for something to wear before your hand ended up hitting a box, curiously you grabbed the box and pulled it out of the draw.

It was a small black box, knowing you should put it back and respect Leon’s privacy but he won’t know you had a little sneak peek you through before you opened the box and gasped softly, inside was a simple ring with a small quarter diamond in the middle, it wasn’t anything too fancy or over bored it was simple and elegant, but as soon as you opened it you closed it feeling your emotions well up in your throat.

Was Leon going to propose? Or was he holding onto it for a friend, but you were soon snapped out of your thoughts when you heard your roommate call out of your name, putting the box back in the draw and throwing some clothes on, you headed downstairs to see what you friend wanted, but as you did you saw what she was looking at on the TV. “The government has ordered an airstrike on Raccoon city, since there was an outbreak there of an unknown virus.” Your roommate says and all the blood and colour drain from your face.

“you’re screwing with me, Leon’s in Raccoon city.” You say as panic and dread started to wash over you like a tidal wave, you knew you should have tried harder to convince Leon to stay here with you and now because of your one mistake you are about to loss the love of your life.

“I’m sorry Y/n.” your roommate spoke her voice was filled with sorrow and pain, you wanted to yell at her to tell her to stop lying to you that this sick joke wasn’t funny but then you saw the news on the TV and your heart felt as if it was stepped on and shattered into a thousand little pieces, tears started to fall down your cheeks at a rapid pace.

“No, No, this isn’t fair, this isn’t FAIR.” You screamed out as you began to sob into your hands, your body trembling as you started to hyperventilate, your roommate rushing to your side and taking you in her arms tightly. “I’m so sorry Y/n.” she says as her own eyes began to fill with tears, you sobbed into her arms and clung to her tightly as you felt as if your world had just come crashing down around you.

You were never going to see Leon again, hear his voice or stories he had from either his friend group from the police academy or from work, or feel his warmth against yours as he held you in his arms, your dream of living together was now nothing just a broken fantasy that can never come true.

As you sobbed into your roommates arms you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, you didn’t want to answer it feeling as if the carpet had been pulled out from under you, but you looked at the text and it made even more tears run down your cheeks before you dropped the phone with a loud thud before she sobbed into your roommates shoulder.

The Message on her phone was from Leon, a final message of goodbye, it was 5 simple little words that would forever leave a hole in your heart.

“I’ll Always Love You Y/n….”

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Could you do a Sebastian Solace x Reader (gender neutral is fine) where he is led to believe the reader has permanently died? Somehow he receives this information. At this point, him and reader don't have to have an established relationship, but they definitely have a bond and affection for each other. Then, the reader comes into the vent the following day like always, and there's a happy ending? Angsty until then though please 🙏 Thank you so much

"What do you mean they aren't back yet?!"

"......."

"I lent them a token 'cause that was an unfair end to their run. They would've used it by now."

"I'll admit that the Harbinger's...unexpected arrival was most unusual. No one at Urbanshade knows where it comes from nor why it chose to show itself to the expendable."

"[Y/n]."

"Pardon?"

"It's...[y/n].." Sebastian's shoulders slumped as he looked to the enigmatic green man who decided to show up inside his shop, confused by his sudden presence. "And why are you here now? We agreed to only meet when--"

"You seem awfully attached to them, Solace. And that's not good for us." Mr. Lopee frowned slightly. "You're giving them special treatment, putting a name to their face. Don't you want to get out of here?"

"...of course I do! I'm not "attached" to anybody." The fishman muttered, although his nervous tapping against the crates betrayed his insistence. "They've just given me the most dirt on Urbanshade, and I'd hate to lose their business.."

"Well, unfortunately...they have not returned from the Banlands. I don't believe they ever will. I'd consider their soul to be lost in the ocean for eternity."

In an instant, he felt his heart sink into the pits of his stomach, trying to process the words he just heard. "What do you mean "lost"?? She can't find them?!"

"Death has grown weary of her duties." Mr. Lopee answered grimly. "That is all I know. I have no way to contact her, but this may be a sign that she's tired of resurrecting Urbanshade personnel. Those tokens have lost their meaning."

"No..no, no, no. That's stupid!" Sebastian snapped. "She can't just "decide" to stop now!! That wasn't a fair death!"

"Nothing is fair down here, my friend. You of all people should understand that. Now continue your work. Don't let yourself become distracted over one insignificant loss."

"....I won't, "boss"." The fishman sneered rudely, watching him disappear into a cloud of green and black smoke.

But the second he was gone, Sebastian dropped his snarky front, trying his best to stay calm despite the grim news he was told.

There was a way that an expendable can die...permanently?

Did the Harbinger have something to do with that? Or was the ferry lady simply uncaring and decided she was done reviving people?

He knew that she was going to be replaced within the next year or two, so maybe she thought it was all pointless now.

Either way, he'd never know.

And he'd likely never know what really happened to you. He only had to trust Mr. Lopee's words...and begrudgingly so.

""Distracted", my ass. They have to come back eventually. They...they made a promise.." His shoulders sagged as he glanced at the vent again, only for his ear fins to perk up at the sounds of thumping.

"[Y/n]? Hah. I knew he was messing with......me...."

Much to his disappointment, it was just another Wall Dweller infected with the rotten coral who decided to sneak into his shop. And with one swift motion, he dispatched it with his shotgun, watching its head explode into clay and gore as the remains flopped to the ground.

"Ugh..disgusting.." He grumbled, not happy that he had to pick apart the creature piece by piece, wishing he didn't have to touch the alien plant. But all of it was still edible, even for expendables who couldn't even touch the bloxy cola left behind after the lockdown.

You always joked about how it's the only way you could get "greens" in your diet-

'Shit..why am I thinking about them again?'

Sebastian's hands shook a little as he set the pieces on the table, wishing he could tear these stupid feelings out of his chest, wondering why he ever allowed himself to get so close to you in the first place.

He never should have opened up. Not to you. Not to anyone.

There were more important things at stake.

He shouldn't be mourning over you. What good would that do? Mr. Lopee had a point. Maybe he was getting distracted--losing sight of his goal and the burning hatred he had for Urbanshade.

He had to get out. He shouldn't care about some weak little expendable.

And yet...he couldn't stop thinking about how badly he wanted to escape with you, and maybe even..get to know you a lot better without having to pretend to be business partners. He wouldn't have to pretend to despise you and find you annoying.

Now he couldn't even find out your exact status in the Banlands. But from what Mr. Lopee implied...your soul was forever trapped at the bottom of that dark ocean, surrounded by thousands more.

By thousands of haunted faces and screams he himself once heard when the ferryman scooped him out of the water.

It drove him insane for the remainder of the day, and despite trying to fight his exhaustion by organizing his wares and assets...sleep managed to find him for once.

Yet his dreams were anything but pleasant.

He was forced to witness the horrific scenario of that fabled Harbinger descend upon you, tearing into the locker you were hiding in whilst he was unable to do anything but scream for it to stop tormenting you.

His pleas fell on deaf ears, and he watched the demonic entity paint the entire room red with your blood.

...........

"Huh..that's weird."

Arriving to the 50th room, you were surprised that the vent grate didn't pop open like normal. You knew for sure Sebastian was there, given the spotlights shining directly towards the entrance to his shop.

So you opened it as quietly as you could--just in case he was sleeping. The last thing you ever wanted to do was startle the sleep-deprived traumatized fishman because of some noise.

He'd rarely doze off, and funny enough it only happened whenever you were in the shop, too, indicating he'd grown to trust you deeply.

You've come a long way in your friendship, although judging by the numerous discounts he's given you, the lack of landmines and ADS devices scattered around, his scoldings becoming less harsh and insulting, and his increasing worry for your safety the further you got into the blacksite....you wondered if he felt something more.

Like..attachment, almost.

But of course, you didn't want to assume anything.

Surely, you're just a means to an end for him. All he cares about are the documents you bring him and nothing more. He's only slightly more concerned for you because you bring him the most valuable stuff and barter with him better than other expendables.

However, as soon as you emerged from the other side of the vent and dusted off your pants, you could see Sebastian was almost...writhing in his sleep, his claws leaving deep marks in the crates as he whimpered, his tail flicking violently.

You had to duck as it suddenly swung over your head, but when you heard him utter your name, you froze with surprise.

Was he...dreaming about you?

You would've been flattered, if not for the realization that he was probably having a nightmare instead. So you quietly went over to him, wondering how you can wake him up and explain your....absence.

You couldn't return to the living world for some time after the Harbinger killed you, and surely...he's gonna realize that and get pissed off at you "wasting" another ferry token.

You just pray he believes you.

"Seb? Wake up." Stepping onto his desk was a risk, but it was one worth taking as it allowed you to get close to him so you could shake his shoulder. It took him some time to get used to your touch, and thankfully he's more comfortable with it now.

Suddenly, he gasped as his eyes snapped open, his upper body sitting up with such a start. You damn near fell off the table, but managed to keep your balance as you stared up at him.

He saw you, and only your uniform, and got angry.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!! GET OUT-!!!"

"Sebastian it's me!! It's me!!" You shouted, your voice rising a few octaves as you held your hands up.

He huffed and puffed, beads of sweat dotting his hairline as he looked down and slowly began to recognize your face.

And then the realization hit him.

You were here. Alive. Breathing.

You were back as if nothing had happened.

"[Y/n]?" He shuddered. "Shit..sorry. H-How are you...? I'm not seeing a ghost, am I?"

"I'm not. And know you're mad, so let me explain.." You sighed, putting your hands down. "I tried coming back, but the portal was busted, so I got...stuck on the other side for a while. The ferry lady was nice enough to show me how to repair it, though she didn't say much else. She seemed to appreciate me expressing my condolences for her husband, and....."

You trailed off as Sebastian put a hand on your shoulder, and at first you were worried he was going to throttle you for making him wait this long...

Only for him to pull you into a quick embrace, lifting you off your feet. "Ah..I'm sorry, Seb." You hugged him back, feeling guilty. "I guess I've been away too long, huh?"

"..it's been an entire day."

"Really?" Your heart sunk as he let you go, setting you back on the floor. "God, I...I had no idea. You must have been freaking out."

"Only...a little bit.." He muttered, managing to calm himself down as he brushed his bangs to the side. "Someone has...led me to believe that you died permanently. But they were wrong, so it doesn't matter anymore."

You were quiet for a moment, debating on whether or not to question who told him that, but you didn't wanna stress him out over the details, considering how shaken-up he got.

"Yeah, I guess it doesn't." You shrugged, deciding to look at the wares Sebastian had available.

Unfortunately, you lost all the assets you collected this time, although there wasn't anything of utter importance that you needed right now. But after grabbing the keycard to leave....he blocked the vent with his tail. "Seb?"

"Why don't you stay here a while? Hm?" He coughed, trying to hide his nervousness.

"Why? In case the big bad Harbinger gets me?" You chuckled, only to fall silent as he didn't laugh at all. "Alright, bad joke. I'll stick around for a bit."

Judging from how his shoulders instantly relaxed the moment you said that, you realized he did care more for your safety than other expendables. He didn't want you running back out into danger so quickly, especially as he knew that if you were to revive again, the ferryman...won't really like that.

It was kinda sweet seeing him act so clingy with just you, even when he didn't wanna outright admit it.

[redd956]

15 Merfolk Whumpee/Angst Things

Escaped merfolk with net-printed scarring against their tail.

A merfolk who was kept in a tub or claustrophobic tank for awhile as finally been returned to their original habitat

Hooks caught inside fins on the sides of the face, arms, and even hooks with wire still attached trailing far behind a merfolk's tail.

A merfolk has become trapped inside a steel cargo crate at the bottom of the ocean, only someone outside the crate can free them.

Merfolk scales are popular amongst humans for various reasons. A human finally captured a merfolk, and now pulls their scales, sells the product, and waits impatiently for them to grow back.

A castaway comes across a wounded merfolk, maybe if they help, the merfolk can return the favor.

Merfolk can shapeshift in a more humanoid form and travel the landlubber world all they want. One has long since worked and lived in a desert, but now they've been in an accident and are out of water.

Merfolk with an electrical current being treated as a battery

As a merfolk grows weak they slowly lose their strength to keep swimming, eventually giving up and letting the current push them along.

Two merfolk are kept in captivity for view, separated by the glass walls of their confines. They can see each other swim around their enclosures, but never touch.

Caretaker brings their hand across the tail of whumpee, the weakened scales loosened themselves upon touch, a few cleanly coming off.

Upon being shot by a harpoon, the merfolk pulls their shooter into the ocean with them.

A merfolk ends up a victim of a strong storm, stranded and disoriented on land.

Caretaker tries to calm down a merfolk as they writhe and claw at their neck, a piece of pollution strangling them.

Merfolk's with stingers being handled with armored equipment and animal control devices.

[bloo-the-dragon]

Still so frigging in love with how you draw them mers! And the Swap AU with robot Ruin and mer Eclipse had me wondering how the pups would show into theirs lives in that AU.

Like, Eclipse finding the Peas like before, but in this AU maybe hit by the trauma of accidentally harming a pup in his old pod and panics, getting Ruin to handle the scared and hurt Peas instead cuz Eclipse doesn't trust himself to handle such fragile lil things..

Just a thought I had to share, you just keep on doing your awesomeness!

weeehh nice to meee... ;;v;;

AND I AM SO HAPPY TO TELL YOU i have thought about that for a while now too! :D So unlike the main au where Eclipse finds the Peas and then Sols sometime after, in the swap au he'd find the three of them together.

I'll put it under a cut because i have a lot to ramble about here jgklfgh

In this version, Sols is the one who found the Peas all tangled up in fishing net and freed them. Now the Peas when they are found in both versions of the au are still hatchlings, only a few weeks old. And Sols has to provide for them now as well as himself, and also carry them everywhere because young pups will cling to their caretakers.

Sols and the Peas are by themselves for a few months before they eventually find Ruin's island and Eclipse's cave. The Peas by this point would have started to fall ill due to lack of food despite Sols' best efforts to feed them and he himself is also starting to fall sick for the same reason as he always gives any food he finds to the Peas first.

So they hole up in the cave to rest and recover for a bit but then Eclipse returns to the cave, and since there is only one entry/exit Sols tries to hide himself and the tiny pups. Eclipse instantly goes on guard because he heard movement from inside. Doesn't make a great first impression as when he locates their hiding spot he's all teeth bared and fins flared.

It's quite a shock for him to instead find three small weakened pups, the largest of which is doing his very best to hide the two tiniest ones under him, flaring up and hissing back as weak as it is. And yeah you actually got it spot on Eclipse would panic and run to get Ruin to handle them instead! He would keep himself as far away from them as possible, but ultimately since the pups would refuse to budge and Ruin cannot stay in the cave all the time to keep an eye on them, Eclipse would do so instead but he'd keep his distance.

So for a time, Ruin would come and go bringing food to feed the pups while Eclipse simply sits back and watches. However Sols would always ensure the Peas eat their fill first and will only eat his when he's not being watched. It would take a lot of time and effort to gain his trust, and it is the Peas who end up quickening that pace as unlike Sols they are more curious about this big mer who sits in the cave with them and they would start to venture out and wander over to him, peeping and checking him out.

Sols wouldn't like this and he'd keep calling them back but each time the Peas would take longer to respond as their curiosity grows. Wouldn't be long til they start cheeping at Eclipse for food much to Sols dismay, and Eclipse's stunned shock. These pups shouldn't be so comfortable around him he's dangerous.

But he can't resist those calls for long, and so he does soon shift and leave to go find them some food. Doesn't leave for too long and he brings back some crabs and small clams to give them. Has to help open the clams for them too, and the Peas would bring the food back over to Sols to eat with him.

The Peas would also start playing around and even on Eclipse as they become more bold and comfortable around him, enough to even start sleeping next to him (though Sols would crawl over and bring them back to the hidey spot not long after) while Eclipse would lay very still and not shift a muscle as he is terrified of doing something that would spook or hurt them. Meanwhile Sols continues to keep his distance but is always watching, ready to jump in and grab the Peas if Eclipse does something he doesn't like.

This would continue to repeat until one day Eclipse hears a third cheep and when he turns over, he sees Sols next to the Peas pressing himself flat on the cave floor to appear as non-threatening as possible while he also cheeps for food. It's at this moment something in Eclipse just. Shifts and he fully switches into caretaker mode. He starts going out to hunt more, so Ruin doesn't have to make extra rounds to bring in food, and becomes a bit more relaxed when the Peas play on or around him, even twitching the end of his tail when they're bapping and tackling it.

Sols also gradually starts to become more at ease around Eclipse and Eclipse is once again surprised when one day he feels three tiny bodies curled up by his side/back instead of two. Sols had become comfortable enough to sleep by his side now, and Eclipse is just a roller-coaster of conflicted emotions because the most skittish of the pups is now actively showing trust enough in him to sleep by his side, to protect them while they rest.

And Eclipse still doesn't know if he trusts himself.

This would all happen over the course of roughly one or two months, and after Sols finally starts trusting Eclipse he and Ruin would move them into the lighthouse where Eclipse at this point had already made a new nest in and was living there for the most part, only returning to the cave to hang out during the day when Ruin is working.

And that's how he and Ruin ended up adopting the pups in the swap au! :D

[llamagoddessofficial]

What would happen if MC was a sea diver? Maybe she was exploring a ship reck and the siren boys bumped into them? How would they react?

Sans: He's much more calm, when she's a diver. There's something about her already being in his territory... rather than meeting her on land and wanting to drag her into the water, he meets her in the water, and needs to not give her any reasons to stop coming to the water. No need to be scary. Just take it slow.

They had a very tender moment at their first meeting. After first sighting one another, they spent a long few minutes just watching each other. In the same way that you wouldn't expect to see an actual orca while scuba diving in relatively shallow water, Mc wasn't expecting to see an orca siren. There was also an undeniable magic to the moment, staying still as possible and holding eye contact with a highly intelligent creature from an entirely different world to your own. When he did draw in, it was slow, mutual studying - she looked at every line and scar, he pretended to care about her equipment so she wouldn't be weirded out by him constantly staring deeply into her pretty eyes. The only physical contact they shared was a single brush of her hand against his (the only part of her not covered by wetsuit) before he left, cautious not to overstay his welcome and intimidate her.

He follows her around but rarely initiates contact. He enjoys 'playing'; showing her interesting things, retrieving lost items, introducing her to new and exciting wildlife and dive spots. He's going to get her to trust him. He just has to be patient.

Red: Y'know those videos of sharks coming right up to a diver for scritches? That's him. Unlike Sans' cautious and slow approach, Red was very Red, and upon spotting her just bulldozed right over to her. She tried to be a responsible diver and not interact at all with wildlife, staying on the seafloor and slowly backing away from him, but Red wasn't gonna let that happen - and what's she going to do, swim away? Cute. She can't outswim him. On their first meeting he squeezed any part of her he could reach before she could pull out of range again (arms, legs, hips,) tapped on her scuba mask, blew bubbles at her, and bit a chunk out of one of her dive buddy's flippers as a warning. He's brazenly flirting.

He 'behaves' when she gives him attention. At first she was genuinely intimidated, but now she treats him like an overenthusiastic large dog. Funnily enough he does genuinely like scritches, especially on the parts of him he can't easily get to, like on his tail and behind his main fin.

He and Sans usually manage to alternate what days they show up to see her, but when they do see each other they frequently get into scraps. Especially if one of them thinks the other is too close. Sans doesn't like Red's forwardness with her, and Red doesn't like a crazed lonely orca being anywhere near his fragile human, but both are unwilling to kill and reveal their bloodthirsty natures. They force themselves to get along... especially when sight of the two giants fighting immediately makes her evacuate the water.

Skull: He was probably living in a wreck she dove in. It's nice and dark, but spacious, and full of interesting trinkets he can collect. On their first encounter, Skull spent most of his time silently stalking Mc in the dark water. She didn't notice him until the very last second; you can imagine the shock and terror at shining a light into a shadowy corner and illuminating a massive grinning face.

She doesn't entirely know what he would've done to her, in the confinement of that wreck, if she hadn't shone the light into his face and startled him long enough to get the fuck out of there. But from that point on, no matter where she dives, if neither Red nor Sans show up Skull will always be there. He makes his aquarium counterpart proud by stealing her things. She doesn't understand why - he gives the items back eventually, so does he even really want them? Is he a kleptomaniac? Is this just a way to get her attention? Who knows. At least he doesn't eat her. He absolutely could; despite regularly diving in groups, nobody ever sees him coming until her kit is already missing.