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❝A Pretty Pink Bow Looks Good On You.❞ | MHA Series

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Author's Note: I'd like to make it clear that I try to make different scenarios for each character rather than having multiple characters turn into the same animal. So, some of these may be random or unexpected, maybe not even thought of from the characters, but I do hope that you enjoy the scenarios.

Warnings: Mild cuss words

Summary: The boys get hit with an animal transformation quirk, and who becomes the lucky candidate to take care of them till it wears off? You guessed right... YOU.

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(Y/N) rubbed at her fatigued eyes as she inhaled deeply, studies and hero course work had been quite tasking on her that day, draining her of any remaining energy that she may of still had along with the weather taking a drastic turn for the worst, from the morning filled with only the sun, birds chirping many tunes and not a cloud in the sky to the afternoon that turned on its side to dark clouds and heavy rain hitting against her dorm room window and keeping many of its residents locked inside for the evening, preventing anyone from going out unless they had plans to spend the next day with cough syrup and stuffy noses.

Normally she would've found this type of weather as peaceful and tranquil, unfortunately, she had felt like a raging volcano awaiting to erupt, causing all of its hot magma to pour out over the edge because of a certain blonde, blue-eyed boy as he had promised her a movie date in her dorm room under the fluorescent stars that she had stuck to her ceiling, hot mugs of a satisfying beverage and a bag of fluffy marshmallows as an apology after the stunt he had pulled with her classmates that ended him, Bakugo and Midoriya in a week's worth of detention. And with him being over an hour late, she could feel her patience slipping and she had been considering if she should give him the benefit of the doubt, but due to the fact that he had done this a few times, she would be sure that there were no 'get out of jail free cards' for him when he came running back.

Rapid knocking on her door made her flinch, pulling her out of her fixed stare at her wall where her mind ran freely with thoughts, ideas and strategies, turning her interest of direction towards it, probably burning holes into the person on the other side with her glare alone due to the anger that she had been feeling in her chest, obviously not meaning to but sometimes certain emotions caused outbursts at the wrong people for the wrong reasons, something she tried not let slip, especially in the hero course where her partner, or even herself, to be the key to them surviving.

"Come in—" She announced, yet she felt her eyebrows rising a little when her door had been opened quickly and before she had finished her sentence, cutting her off. She looked towards the person who had intruded but her concern started growing when she recognised the crimsoned-haired boy looking like he had just run a marathon and was on the verge of having his knees buckle under him and fainting.

"What the hell?" She asked rhetorically as she got up from her chair, walking towards Kirishima. She watched as he leaned against the door frame, "Kirishima, what happened?" She asked with concern lacing her voice.

"You need to come quickly." He stated without an explanation as he grabbed her wrist and hurriedly walked with her to the common room where she noticed a few puddles of water scattered around the place along with a few of her classmates running after something small around the couches.

"What the hell is going on here?" She asked with confusion, not understanding why the common room looked like a cyclone had just hit it, but she felt like her question had been answered when a blob of blond fur rolled out from under the couch, its big ears twitching and it's fur sticking in different directions, but its eyes widening when it turned its head towards her direction, stopping in its tracks in front of her feet and her arms crossed over her chest.

"(Y/N), take that rat outside and make him stay there!" Bakugo demanded, pointing at the small animal while Sero and Kaminari tried to hold him still as his anger had seemingly boiled over the edge of a full cup.

"And why did you guys bring back a fox with you?" (Y/N) had asked as she knew that the Heights Alliance dorms were no place for a petting zoo, but she also knew that Midoriya was so stiff that he wouldn't dare break a rule of the school and Bakugo rarely cared for a pet, so her suspicions could only lead her to one thing as she looked down at the small creature.

"Monoma?"

The small creature looked like it held a smirk on its face which had seemed impossible but knowing who this said animal was, wasn't exactly not expected. The small creature moving itself closer to (Y/N)'s legs and rubbing its body against them, but falling over as she moved to the side of it, the small animal having to be what looked like an offended expression by the way its whiskers twitched.

"What happened?" She asked after rubbing her hands over her face, the atmosphere finally calming down, at least for the ones who wouldn't have to clean up the watery mess before Aizawa-sensei could hear of it.

"Aizawa-sensei had instructed us, along with Monoma, to attend to help with cleaning up some stuff in the training zone, but it appeared that some students had been messing around near the equipment and one of them must've fired off their quirks, hitting him in the process." Midoriya explained, his hands fidgeting while holding a small net and his face having a few dirt smudges in different places.

(Y/N) took a glance at the furry creature next to her before looking back to Midoriya, "Does Aizawa-sensei know of this?" She asked, her arms still crossed over her chest.

"Yeah, he knows, because he was there when it happened and he instructed us just to look after him and make sure he doesn't get into trouble." He explained further, though agitated grunts from Bakugo told her that they had no say in the argument.

"And his own classmates couldn't take care of him because...?" She asked, awaiting to hear the excuse that she was sure she didn't have to ask for.

"The old man said that if we took care of him, he'd lighten our detention sentence." Bakugo stated irritated, grabbing the mop from Ashido harshly before he began cleaning up the puddles of water.

"He really took you guys through the ringer?" (Y/N) asked, noticing the state of the common room and hearing a few moans and groans of dissatisfaction from the classmates that had been in the common room composing of Kaminari, Midoriya, Bakugo, Sero, Mina and Kirishima.

"Girl, you have no idea," Mina stated, holding up her hand, "he jumped everywhere from the moment he walked in, knocking things over the counter and table, my best nail polish almost lost its life to him after he jumped over the couch." She explained further.

"And now, these two have to look after him, which means that it's only going to get worse from here." She whined, although her response almost had Bakugo jumping through the ceiling from his quirk making small crackle sounds in his palms and for Midoriya to go pale as if he had seen a ghost.

"I'll look after him." (Y/N) stated, making the head of her classmate turn towards her, along with the small furry being next to her, his ears twitching in excitement, something she noticed before glaring at him, "Don't look all excited, I'm not done with you." She stated, making the small creature shrink back but allowed him to move closer to her, placing his small paw onto her shoe.

"(Y/N), you really don't have to— It's our responsibility—" Midoriya tried to reply, only to be cut off by a louder voice.

"You keep that thing as far away from me as possible, one mistake and we're throwing him out the window!" Bakugo argued, making her nod her head in annoyance but also in relief, which she also felt as though Midoriya was relieving a tired sigh, muttering a 'thank you' to her and moving towards the sink to grab a cloth to help Bakugo clean up the place.

"You all should have a good night." (Y/N) said as she picked up the smaller animal next to her, reminding herself to throw him into her bathroom sink to wash off the grime from his fur from which he had been running across the floor, the small body in her arms sticking its tongue out behind her, provoking a few of her classmates to be shocked and further agitated by the fact that even in an animal form, Monoma still held his arrogant nature.

Carrying him to her room and closing the door behind her as she entered and walked straight into her bathroom, making Monoma's ears twitch in curiosity. Closing the bathroom door behind her and placing his small form into the sink after placing the plug in and turning the faucet to the warm side, not too hot, but also not too lukewarm as he had complained to her many times that being too lukewarm didn't allow his body's muscles to relax and having it be too hot made him want to peel himself out of his skin.

Grabbing the bottle of peach scented body wash and placing it next to the sink, watching his big eyes blink at her while his large ears twitched around. She gently brought her hand up to pet his head and around his face as he bumped his head into her hand, his ears flattening in relaxation.

"What am I going to do with you, Neito?" She asked, scrunching her face when she realised that he couldn't answer in this form, but his staring gaze told her that he had understood what she had said, she turned off the faucet after having the sink fill half way.

"Now I don't have pet shampoo but this will have to do, besides it'll be better than smelling like a local stray." She had said, forgetting that he can't answer back, but talking to herself as a way to soothe her nerves.

Squeezing a minimum amount into her hands and placing the bottle back down, she gently massaged the soap through his fur, behind his ears and along his fluffy tail, hearing the small groans of pleasure as she massaged the soil into his fur to rid him of the dirt and grime, although Monoma was no longer finding the situation as a curse, thinking that he should get hit by a quirk more often if this was the treatment he was due to get for it, but then again he liked being able to put his arms around her whenever he wished and of course to insult the students of Class 1A was something he couldn't do in this form, so it was difficult to convince himself to get into a similar situation.

His body relaxing and finding the warm water calming along with the peachy scent from the soap, he spent most of the time watching his lover's face and noticing small things that he didn't notice when he was on two legs, how her eyes had a glint to them when she was focused, or how her tongue would move to the side when she put her mind to something, and especially the dark marks under her eyes, not noticeable unless someone was close to her face, his heart dropping a bit when he remembered how her hard work came at a price and that price would often be sleep, now remembering what an idiot he had been on the many dates he had missed because he chose his ego over her, making his ears droop and his gaze turn towards the water.

Monoma had grunted when he felt a cloth being wiped gently over his face, her hands delicately cupping his face while she wiped around his eyes and muzzle, the warm cloth making him close his eyes and nuzzle his face into her hands.

His ears twitched up and his eyes shot open when he felt her placing a small peck onto his head, rubbing her thumb against his furry cheek when she had pulled away. "I wonder how long this quirk is going to last for?" She inquired, though more to herself than him, but for all he knew, he would wish it was a while.

(Y/N) unplugged the sink to let the soapy water drain out before plugging it in again and opening the faucet to allow new warm water in, gently scratching through his fur to rid it of soap as she knew if she left it in, it would only cause irritation to him and she'd have to hear about it once he got back his human form. Her fingers working through his short fur, and managing to rid him of any soap but still keeping the peachy scent. Turning off the faucet and letting him soak a bit, even though the soap had been cleared out of his fur and now she had been using the cloth to wipe around his face more and over his ears, all while his eyes remained closed and his body laid lax in the sink with the warm water.

(Y/N) bent down to open the cabinet doors underneath the sink, pulling out a blue towel and unwrapping it, placing it next to the sink and unplugging it, her hands gently squeezing on where he had the most fur to attempt to rid him of excess water before picking up his small body and placing him on the towel and wrapping it around his body.

"Now you look like a little fox burrito," She softly chuckled as she carried him, similar to how a mother carries her baby, in her arms to her bedroom where she sat by her vanity and placed him onto the table of it, drying him with the towel to at least get him damp, then retrieving her hair dryer and a comb. Using the comb to brush through and clear any knots from his fur before drying him with the hair dryer and turning him into a fluffy pom-pom, and then combing through his fur again and repeating the process till he was dry and soft.

With Monoma almost half asleep and letting out a big yawn when she had moved to retrieve something out of her drawers, a medium sized box that she set next to him and opened it, his nose picking up on many different smells, some that he liked and some that made his nose scrunch up and his ears flatten.

She picked a bottle with an orange label on it, once she opened it, he could smell something similar to the soap she had used to clean him, although this smelt more fruity than the soap, peeking his interest and moving closer to her to push his nose against the bottle, making her smile.

"You like this one?' She asked him, receiving a nudge of his head against the bottle as she would assume that meant a 'yes'. Placing the bottle down and closing the box, she dropped a few drops of the essential oil into her hand, rubbing them together to evenly spread it out, then gently applied it to his fur, messaging it into the more darker blonde areas and through his fluffy tail, behind his ears and through his chest, all while Monoma thought that the quirk had sent him to Heaven with the treatment he had been receiving, his body relaxing and his muscles feeling like he had all the knots being taken out, closing his eyes and leaning against her, his breathing becoming even and settled out.

(Y/N) had been observing his body language, and she was reminded of why she had agreed to that first date with him, she remembers how he had gone out of his way to try and impress her, though many saw it as him wanting to one-up her classmates, there were the few times where he had been with her without her classmates around, like the time when she had asked him if he would like to accompany her out on the Saturday, just the two of them, though the first few minutes were a bit daunting as he spoke poorly about her classmates, but eventually he had loosened up and started talking to her about the things he liked, why he wanted to become a hero and how he strived to become one after people had shunned him for his quirk.

That's when she saw the true Neito Monoma, the one who strived to prove those wrong who thought his quirk was merely a way for him to mooch off of others, she saw a different side to him and that's what had made her say 'yes' to a date with him.

Even through all the ups and downs through their relationship, each day she found a new way to appreciate him, and he found someone worth becoming a hero for, plus she had overheard from some of the teachers about how his behaviour had changed for the better and none of them knew why but they were happy about it, although she did assume that Aizawa-sensei did have a theory about it, but if he did he never said anything on it. However, Monoma still kept up the part about trying to be better than her classmates, but at least the insults were dimmed a bit.

Blinking her eyes when she heard his small noises and turning her head towards him settling his paw on her arm, thinking she must've just zoned out when he felt her hands stop moving. She smiled at him, scratching his head before she packed away the box with the essential oils in it back into the drawer, picking him up and placing him on her bed.

"I just need to hop through the shower, Neito, then we can both get our rest." She had told him, walking to her bathroom and closing the door behind her, leaving Monoma by himself while the water turned on. With five minutes feeling like mere hours to Monoma, he actually had a moment to sit with his thoughts, had he ever expressed how much he appreciated her?

He remembers their first date and how she had smiled at him, a genuine smile that he rarely saw. He probably rarely saw it because he was always focused on one-upping Class 1A, when did his focus stray? The reason he had asked her out in the first place was because he wanted to know what she was doing to him whenever he saw her, but later he fell for her, and hard at that fact, he enjoyed hearing her reasons for becoming a hero and it motivated him to become better. He had made up his mind at that moment, that he would be better, maybe not to the point of complementing her classmates, but he'd tone down on the insults more.

His ear twitched at hearing the bathroom door open, seeing her in her pyjamas as she walked to the bed, a brush in her hand as she attempted to tangle out any knots. After finishing and tying up her hair in a messy bun, she looked at him before picking him up into her arms again and moving the both of them under the blanket, enough so that he'd be warm but also so that his head was poking out of the blanket, moving his body closer to hers to cuddle further into her neck, curling up into a ball right next to her as she placed her arm around his small body.

"Goodnight, Neito." She said as her eyelids started drifting closed and she allowed her mind to wonder freely until she fell sleep, his soft breathing near her ear like a soothing melody.

Upon the sun rising the next morning, she could've sworn that her pillow felt a lot softer than it did the previous night, nuzzling her face further into it and wrapping her arms around something equally as soft, causing her eyes to open quickly and for the sight before her to almost make her let out a shriek had it not been for the fact that Monoma was awake and had a finger to her lips, sitting bare near her as his blue eyes gazed so lovingly into hers.

"There will be a time and place for you to scream, but now's not the time, my dearest." He reminded her, the blanket pooling around his waist as he laid back, "Though I do find your nuzzling to be quite affectionately tolerable." He stated, making her pull a face that held a tinge of warning to it, not needing to verbally tell him that if he pushed her buttons the wrong way, she'd throw him out of her room stark naked, this only made him smile in response as she turned her head towards the digital clock on her nightstand, the time telling her that they still had an hour and a half before they'd have to get up and ready.

(Y/N) slumped back into his chest, his arms coming to wrap around her and pushing his nose into her hair. Finding the smell of her shampoo relieving to his nose.

"Thank you." He muttered, though very softly, she still caught it, moving her head to be facing him while her hands laid on his chest, feeling his heartbeat pace pick up a small bit.

"For what?" She asked confusingly, though he had thanked her many times before, he usually only did it in the comfort of behind closed doors.

He rolled his eyes, though the smile on her face told him that she had been playing with him but had wanted him to say it.

"For taking care of me." He muttered, his voice soft but at least more hearable.

"Any classmate would've done it." She told him, though his look of disbelief told her otherwise.

"Apparently not your classmates who were willing to leave me out in the rain." He reminded her, his hands drawing small circles on her back.

"Do you blame them?" She asked him, watching his mouth form a straight line which meant he knew she had been right considering all the crap he would sprout whenever he was near them. "But you're welcome, hopefully we won't have a repeat of this again?" She asked rhetorically, but she wouldn't mind it if it happened again, she enjoyed taking care of him while he was small and didn't have as big a mouth on him.

"I don't know, you seemed quite honoured to be taking care of me." He teased, watching her smile, a sight he'd never get tired of seeing for as long as he lived.

"If 'honoured' is even the word you're looking for," She replied, moving her face towards his forehead and laying a small peck. "Though I must say, you would've looked cute with a pink bow tied up in your hair."

Monoma let out a sarcastic laugh before pulling the blanket over the both of them again, covering them in each other's warmth and moving onto his side, bringing her with him and allowing him to move his head into her neck, allowing her to smell the scent of the oil she massaged into his fur the previous night, she now guessed that his hair carried most of it.

"We're going to have to get up soon, you know that, right?" She asked him but received no answer, "Neito?" She pushed, still to receive no answer, finally using her hand to scratch behind his ear, provoking him to grunt and turn his body over to the other side, (Y/N) having a shocked and amused reaction on her face from the reaction, "There's no way you like that."

Monoma simply pulled the blanket further over his head while a tinge of pink dusted over his cheeks, not wanting her to see it.

"Oh, come on, 'noma. I was just teasing," She said as she moved her body over to his, a soft attempt to try and remove the blanket from his face, "Please let me see that handsome face again."

He knew she'd use this type of reverse psychology on him, using his ego against him, undoubtedly it worked, making him move the blanket a small bit away from his face, allowing her to move hers close to his and lay a long kiss onto the side of his head, making her softly laugh at his reaction.

She gently patted his arm that was still under the blanket, "Come on, big guy. We got to get ready." She stated as she moved over him to get started with her morning, meanwhile he sighed at the fact that he had to get up and out of the warmth that he had spent the night in.

Surprisingly, the whole day, he had toned down on his insults towards her classmates, though he did say a few things, (Y/N) noticed he appeared to be walking around as if he had just been named the number one hero, he had been puffing out his chest and was smiling a lot more, though mostly around her, she noticed this change, along with the fact that his hair had kept the fruity scent.

And though she did find the students who had turned him into a fox in the first place, she couldn't find it in her to scold them too badly, considering that her evening went quite smoothly, however they did receive a mouthful from her about playing around equipment.

But she'd have to ask them for a favour again if it meant this side of Monoma would show more often.

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quitealotofsodapop · 3 months ago

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Spicynoodles with egged MK content.

The angst, the fluff, the hurt/comfort, all of it.

That's all I got right now.

That feel when the boy you have a crush/rivalry with is having a (literal) single-parent crisis, and he's just learned he's a primordial stone monkey that may die due to the unique process.

Red Son is confused af - when did *this* happen?! He was in a Scroll for a lot of the process, so he's a little out of the loop!

Not to mention, everyone's gut reaction is to look at them!! As if they had something to do with it!

Red Son and his family have been in more frequent contact with Sun Wukong and his protégé ever since the events surrounding the release of the Brotherhood. DBK forms an unexpected friendship with Pigsy over their shared journeys of cooking and fatherhood. The same occurs on a smaller scale with Tang and PIF getting together to gossip about immortal drama over cocktails.

The fact that Red's parents see MK's future cub as a surrogate grand-calf could be part of that. Red still blushes whenever she remembers her father's first assumptions on the matter.

MK becomes a bit of a recluse in the days after S4. Not only because of what he's learned about himself and his Egg, but because his energy is severely sapped.

At Mei's insistence, Red Son agrees to come over and spend some time with their fave monkey-boy. MK appreciates the company. The Egg absorbs so much life energy that he can barely get out of bed some days.

After a few weeks MK breaks down into hormonal tears. Sobbing into his former-enemy's jacket.

MK: "Everything I do leads to pain.... I'm sorry. You're the last person I should cry to." Red Son, rubbing MK's back: "It's ok. This is all... very new for all of us. You being the only other known celestial monkey besides Sun Wukong and Macaque has been a shock to everyone." MK, sniffling: "No. Not just that... this... I don't think I'll be able to be there for them." Red Son, stiffens: "What do you mean?" MK: "I'm..." (*gets quiet*) Red Son, thinks for a bit: "My mother does share the stories you know. How she almost died bringing me to life. To make that risk... It's admirable." MK: (*quietly leans head on Red Son's shoulder*) Red Son: "You've stated your intentions many times before to continue the pregnancy despite the risks. All I can offer is that I'm allowed to be there to see you through it." MK, looking up with surprise: "You will?" Red Son: "Yes." MK, regaining cheeky smile: "Not just because your parents are convinced it's yours?" Red Son, coughs awkwardly: "WELL uh!" *cough* "Uncle did mention that proximity to a preferred... partner, could help alleviate the worst of the symptoms caused by lack of life energy. But that the child could become peppered with the Dao of the partner and therefore their DNA..." MK, happy laughing: "I don't mind having a baby with red hair or horns, if thats what you're worried about!" Red Son: (*blushing furiously*)

So Red Son unofficially deems herself "the sire" of the Egg so she can donate her life energy to the depleted MK.

Then Season 5 happens...

MK actually manages to fight back against the restraints of the Ten Kings - his body providing a beacon of Life that they have no power over. Li Jing still handles the pregnant creature roughly, father or not - he sees MK as a beast that needs to be tamed. Nezha growls at his father's actions, and quickly comes to MK's aid - declaring his duty as a Protector of Children (although stretching the definition considering said child could be MK himself or the unborn cub) to preside over Li Jing's orders.

Somehow, knowing about his Egg, makes MK even more self-sacrificial. Because in his mind; if his Stone Egg is going to kill him anyway - why not sacrifice himself to repair the Heavenly Pillar?

Everyone reacts even worse than in canon.

The Nine-Headed Demon certainly didn't expect the Harbinger to "sprout off" so soon! They tease and prod MK - pointing out that he's accomplishing something not even the Monkey King has done; have a child of his own.

Wukong and Macaque snarl and bite at the snake for that comment...

Xiangliu is kept busy from trying to stop multiple heroes and anti-villains from tearing him apart.

Wukong can't even bring himself to fight MK's sacrifice, only able to hang onto his successor in a desperate hold. Begging him to please think of himself. His family and friends! His Egg even!

But MK still makes that leap.

Upon entering Nüwa's sanctuary within the Pillar and learning that his sacrifice was to only upkeep a destructive cycle, MK... has the expected reaction.

MK: "You expect me to sacrifice myself to when my kid won't even live to see the world?!" Nüwa, surprised: "I... I will admit. I had not known you would be able to do that."

After hearing her Harbinger's tearful plea, the goddess can only smile and sigh.

Although the safest option is to continue the cycle, she knows any child of her blood or clay would not dare leave the world or people they love so dearly. Heavens weep when a mother/father sets their mind to something. Something she struggled with many eons ago...

She gives her Little Heaven the Five Stones and the instructions for how to split their powers evenly across the cosmos. Humanity has certainly increased in number since her time!

She also gives blessings to her future grand-creation! The little stone monkey will be the first born naturally since Sun Wukong after all. She can spare a blessing or two to ensure their safe arrival!

MK leaves the Pillar, seeing his friends and family clasped together - all believing that the world was truly coming to an end.

Red Son, emboldened by the coming apocalypse, suddenly declares something that's been on his mind for a while now.

Red Son: "I like-like you, noodle boy! I did not lie when I said I want to be by your side through it all! If the world is to end now, I do not wish for it to end without saying I wish we could have been courting!" MK, touched: "Aww!!! Thats really sweet, Red Son! But I actually have a plan to save the world!" Red Son, stuttering: "Oh um. Ok?" MK: "I totally reciprocate the feelings though!" Red Son, excited: "You do!?" Macaque, interrupting: "Excuse me, lovebirds. End of the world?" MK, fumbling the five stones: "OH YEAH! RIGHT!"

The stones are still destroyed, and the Queen Mother of Heaven watches as the power her husband harboured for so long spreads across the universe like petals on the wind.

It takes some time for MK's egg to be fully ready, so him and Red Son have some time to do some courting before the little guy arrives!

PIF and DBK totally called it.

Also it turns out harbouring the Five Heavenly Stones while pregnant has some... unexpected effects on the Stone Egg within...

The Whole Family: "..." Baby: (*eyes glowing with a rainbow shimmer*) Baby: *chirp*! Pigsy: "Why does my grandson look like a Lisa Frank drawing?" MK: (*tired shrug*) Mei, taking photos: "He's so pretty!!"

The baby is named "Haoyu - the "Vast Universe/浩宇" to MK's "Little Heaven/小天". Depending on the characters it can also mean "cloudburst/豪雨" aka an unexpected rain.

#MKEgged au #stone egg talk #stone monkeys #pregnancy tw #lmk mk #qi xiaotian #lmk red son #spicynoodles #spicynoodleshipping #spicynoodles being parents #lmk nuwa #lmk aus #lmk #lmk s5 spoilers #lego monkie kid

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goblin-enjoyer · 1 year ago

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Normalize the tf2 mercs as being absolute genetic freaks of nature under the hood. Medic is crazy and we know he gets paid good so he’s probably got lots of bits in his bin if you know what I mean.

Pyro is straight up nonhuman. Pyro is a fire elemental that the Mann brothers have bound to a hazmat suit and medic made a real boy by giving them meat. Not making her a human body mind you, but rather every time he gets damaged, instead of bursting into flames meat forms around the wound and it bleeds instead of letting the inner crea tur out.how? Wizard. Moving on.

Soldier has massive lungs that make him 20% more louder. If he was smarter he could probably echolocate his way around. That or sound attacks idk he eats wizard pills he could have hollow bones for all I know. Sure he has hallow bones now for rocket jumping. Im the one typing I get to make nonsense on the fly.

Medic put pigeon dna in scout and that’s how he makes his trademark milk-like substance. How this happens you may ask? Scout saw medics doves have sex while getting his second Uber heart surgery and said “man I wish I could pick up chicks that well” and medic said “good idea I will help you with this” and then looked at the camera and smirked. The administrator does not spectate medics lab/operation room/dove breeding center anymore. Also scouts immune to radiation due to all the bonk he ingests, though sometimes he does become radioactive sometimes.

We already know that demoman’s body creates alcohol and that he has a ghost eye, but did you know that if you shoot him with some sort of piercing explosive round he will combust into flames. I… I couldn’t really think of anything for demoman I don’t play him as much.

Engineer always wishes he could have kids, but doesn’t want to have sex. That and he removed most of his reproductive/unnecessary/extra/mid organs with machine parts like 30 years ago. So after the events of the games and comics where everyone is happy and junk, he teams up with medic to make himself some half robot half human half whatever dell conagher is at that point at time children. He asks if medic ever want kids he can do the same for him but he declines as at this point in time he has perfected the art of male impregnation.(on various ape parts) dell is a great father and yes I added this part because the whole humanized sentry thing that went around a while ago touched my heart because despite the words of almost every engineer main everywhere I get so attached to the sentries I build that I die a little bit inside every time I die and my buildings get sapped and I have to just watch as my babies get destroyed. I get too attached to my buildings to play engineer

Heavy doesn’t stop growing, similar to that of a reptile. His skin is as thick as a rhinos. He hibernates for a month in summer because I said so. He has accidentally killed/crushed medic before and is now eternally cautious when in bed with him. Medic doesn’t mind, he knows what he’s gotten himself into. Heavy can also talk to birds like a Disney princess. Medic didn’t add any bird parts for this to happen he just was always like this.

Sniper can dislocate every bone in his body and go through cracks that are at least the size of his head. He will use this to show up in the most unexpected places imaginable. Is legally classified as an tardigrade in some places due to his ability to be fine in almost any place (volcano,Arctic,sewer system, a walk in closet so large it took him 5 weeks to get out, space that one time). Can go up to a year without eating (the team found this out at the same time they figured out the space thing). Swallows things whole.

Spy can shift his flesh around to disguise as almost anything, keeps the mass and weight though. Breaths mostly through his skin so he doesn’t cough due to his decrepit lungs. Was hit by a car once. Doesn’t have anything to do with the subject matter of the tf2 mercs being freakish beings with human skin but I just wanted to include it here.

Medic. What isn’t medic? The only thing consistent with his biology is that he can regenerate somehow. He alters his body so much that it is roughly equivalent to 1 tyranid hive fleet and 2,million ork painboys.(the tf2 mercs would be more likely to work for the orks than to ever work for one of the human factions in 40k and I just needed to get that off my chest) This is how he manages to get away with all the things he’s done. Banned from this continent? Just become a new person who’s not banned from that continent and presto you’re good! The laws don’t account for the ship of Theseus!

#midnight brainrot #man I love posting nonsense late at night #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 heavy #sniper tf2 #scout tf2 #spy tf2 #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 spy #tf2 scout #tf2 pyro #tf2 sniper #tf2 soldier #tf2 demoman #did I tag this right? I’m not good at tagging things

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grimesrhees · 4 months ago

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To Manhattan

pairing: maggie rhee x reader

genre: angst, slight fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: some blood mentioned

summary: reader accompanies maggie in finding Negan to get back her son. they are headed to Manhattan and while there, reader gets hurt. protective maggie thruout<3

notes: not my favorite thing i've written but i still hope you enjoy it! shoutout to @idkwthgoitmww for helping me brain storm & @cosmowitch133 for giving me a due date to finally finish writing lol<3 also i use * next to things that i write context for at the end of a paragraph!

His handshake was firm, but also sweaty, as you took it to introduce yourself.

“Name’s Negan, but I suppose Maggie’s already told you all about me…” he said with a slight nervous chuckle, quickly letting go of your hand.

You could feel Maggie’s eyes boring into you and tracking every movement Negan made simultaneously.

“Y/N. And yeah, no shit I know who you are. But judging by that sweaty palm of yours hopefully we won’t have much to worry about with you. Guess an unexpected knife to the throat* by a blast from the past will do that,” you spat back. You knew you didn’t have to be harsh, that he had done redeeming things since the line up you’d heard about from all those years ago. But you loved Maggie so fiercely, you couldn’t let yourself be cordial.

*in dead city, when Maggie tracks Negan down, she holds a knife to his throat when meeting him again*

“Damn, where’d you find this one Maggie? She’s got a spark to her; I like that in a wom-”

“Enough!” Maggie snapped with a boom, cutting Negan off before he could finish his typical crass remark.

Negan held up his hands and backed up, eyebrows raised.

“Message received, loud and clear. Now I know this ain’t just a cute little meet and greet, so would you mind telling me what the hell you want from me?”

~~~~~

Maggie filled Negan in on all the necessary details of Herschel Junior’s capture, including why he was needed in the first place. Negan knew the Croat from the founding days of the Saviors. His past with the Croat was the key to all of this. Negan was going to help get Herschel home. He was unaware that his helping was actually giving himself away, right back into the arms of the past he desperately tries to get away from. For now, your journey was taking you to north to Manhattan.

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When you arrived in Manhattan it didn’t take long to get on the Croat’s trail. You met a group of native New Yorkers who were, thankfully, not yet under the Burazi’s* control. And they were willing to help take them on no matter the cost.

*name of the Croats group, Croatian for brothers*

As you all made your way towards the Burazi’s Stadium base, you couldn’t help but notice the way Maggie positioned herself. If you were walking together, she made sure she was in between you and Negan. If you needed to pass by him, she quickly ushered you in front of her with a gentle touch to your lower back. Anytime he’d ask you a question or try and make conversation, Maggie would answer for you. She wouldn’t dare hold your hand though, even when she desperately wanted to. Maggie didn’t want to give Negan even an inch because he’d take a mile and run with it.

Negan once again was trying to talk to you while the three of you scouted ahead of the group. You were treading a little farther in front of Maggie and Negan when you heard him speak behind you.

“Hey, slow down would ya, you’re practically leavin’ smoke behind ya,” he snickered and faked a cough.

Maggie started to protest but you cut her off. Turning and walking backwards you faced them both.

“Maggie it’s alright, I’m used to his snarky remarks by now. And you,” you pointed and squinted at Negan, “you really don’t know when to shut the fuck up do you? Please do me the favor and do just that before I slap-” before you could finish your sentence, you felt your foot get caught on something. Turning quickly to look for what you caught on was a big mistake because before you knew it your knee was in searing pain. On the way down you knocked the back of your head on the sidewalk and landed on your ass. The trash and debris mixed with walker bodies you tripped on clattered, at what seemed an ear shattering level in a walker infested city at night.

“Fuck!” Was all you could shout before biting your tongue so you wouldn’t howl in pain. You knew you’d just called all the walkers within a half mile ear shot with that fall.

Maggie rushed over to you at lightning speed and knelt beside you.

“Are you alright?” She took her fingers and placed her thumb on your chin to look your face over. “Where are you hurt; can you walk?” she asked quickly with a panic in her voice.

You moved your arm to the back of your head and touched the spot you hit. When you drew your arm back forward, blood covered your fingers where you had felt. You looked up at Maggie, seeing only concern painting her face before your vision got blurry.

“My head… and” you pointed towards your leg wincing, “my knee. Mags I feel dizzy…” you whispered.

You felt Maggie begin to try and lift you up. The shuffling and innumerable growls were getting closer, but you could feel yourself fading fast. You went limp into her body, head spinning.

“Stay with me here!” Maggie shouted into your ear, but her words were garbled and faint.

Negan stepped forward and started to reach for you. Maggie stepped back instinctively, staring at him with a fire blazing in her eyes. She didn't ever want Negan touching you. But she knew she had to let him. Her eyes flashed to desperation and fear briefly before leaning your hanging body towards him. He gave Maggie a reassuring nod before scooping you up quickly into his arms. They both darted between alleyways, dodging and killing all the walkers they encountered before finally finding a safe building to crash in. Sometime during all that running and fighting you’d blacked out, hearing only the plunging of weapons into skulls and guttural growls of the walkers.

Your eyes fluttered open to dim, unfamiliar surroundings which startled you upright. Maggie reached over and gently rested her hand on your arm, calming you down in an instant. You extended your arm and put your hand on top of hers, its warmth comforting.

“Thank god you’re awake, you scared the shit outta me!” Maggie said with a shake in her voice. She reached over you with her other arm to fix a strand of hair away from your face and tuck it behind your ear; before beginning to caress your cheek with her thumb. “How’re you feelin? You banged yerself up pretty good back there.”

Your cheeks flushed at the gesture, replying quietly, “Oh y’know, I’m just peachy keen,” switching to a serious tone, “We need to get going again though. Lost enough time waiting for me to wake up already.” With that you started to get up, wincing at the pain in your knee as you stood.

Maggie rose swiftly next to you and put her hands on your waist to steady your swaying body. You patted her one hand to assure that you were fine and could stand on your own.

“You’re not “peachy” and you know it. And you ain’t goin’ anywhere, you hit your head, hard.”

“I’ll be fine, it’s just a bump ‘n a bruise. I’m not staying here Maggie, and you know it. I’m not leaving you alone. Besides, you can’t tell me what to do anyways,” you muttered the last sentence out.

Maggie raised an eyebrow at you, causing you to suppress a growing smile spreading across your face. She knew that statement was a load of shit, it was mutually understood that you always listened to her every word, but just not this time. Shaking her head, she nudged your shoulder to make you wobble. You let out a laugh and nudged her back whilst steading yourself against her.

“Y’know,” Negan chuckles from afar, waving his pointer finger to Maggie then you back and forth “you and her, Maggie, it fits.”

You both shot him a glaring look for eavesdropping but softened to half smiles. The cheeky bastard was right. Maggie grabbed your hand and held it tight.

“Alright, let’s all shut up and get goin’,” you suggested and started moving, Maggie’s hand gripped firm in your own with no chance of escape anytime soon.

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idesofrevolution · 2 years ago

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Party Animal

Danny smiled his signature perfect smile, posing stereotypically as the phone sat propped up on a sidewalk trashcan with a timed camera counting down. While it was his 21st birthday, and he'd invited nearly twenty people to come out clubbing with him in New York City, he wasn't entirely shocked when everyone had some lame excuse as to why they couldn't come. Victoria was in the middle of watching Yellowjackets and couldn't be bothered to get up off her couch. Taylor was stuck at the airport in Nashville, unable to board his connecting flight due to "inclement weather." Felicity couldn't find a dog sitter for the night (bullshit), and Kyle just didn't even respond to the text. This was relatively par for the course for poor Danny, who'd gotten all but used to the feeling of his "friends" ditching him when it was plans of his own.

There were absolutely reasons in their mind as to why going out with Danny was less than an ideal evening: he was a wallflower. Sure, like everyone else in his small town, he had a fake ID. So one would assume that his relative experience in bars would at least teach him something about how to have a good time in one. Unfortunately, this was certainly not the case. Danny was the friend who would get to the bar, order two Long Islands and drunkenly cry for the rest of the night. He couldn't hold his liquor, he couldn't hit a joint without having a fifteen minute coughing spell, his moves on the dancefloor were generously described as "cringe," he would leave early and complain about it the next day. Yet, without fail, the next weekend would roll about and he would be the first one in line at open. His messy party ways had completely eradicated any chance of an entourage going with him, even on his birthday. Thus, as he posed rather stereotypically on the side of West 17th Street, alone and underdressed for his first gay nightclub of legal age, there was a level of disappointment.

Chelsea was bustling that evening, with stunning people in outrageously skimpy outfits strutting from building to building. All were in their little cliques huddles together until they made it to the doorman, where they'd quickly disperse into the drunken crowd within. Guys like him were the ones standing in line, waiting for someone to leave so they could have a chance of getting in; wallflowers, all of them. Thus, as he finally arrived at the club he'd heard so much about on every gay travel blog imaginable, he wasn't shocked to receive a quick look up and down from the bouncer and a head shaking no. Dejected, alone, and not even buzzed, Danny pulled out his phone to call the Uber back to his hotel. That is, until he felt a subtle tap on his shoulder. He sighed and turned around, locking eyes with an unexpected but very welcome sight.

He was tall, maybe 6'4 in a cutoff white tank top, a golden chain hanging from just beneath his nipples. His abs sat like the cobblestones on the street against his chiseled torso, flanked on either side by two huge, vascular arms. His fly was undone, with his thumbs suggestively holding it open. He had a gentle, yet sultry face: perfectly manicured facial hair and sweaty, wavy curls atop his head. He smiled as he leaned against the wall, illuminated brightly by the streetlight above them both.

"Baby you're not gettin' in looking like that." He had a thick accent, perhaps Cuban or Dominican, but it rolled off his supple lips like the drool which had begun to slightly dribble down Danny's jaw. The man smiled and ruffled his hair, getting ready to walk back into the club.

"Hey! Uh... I really like your outfit. You wear it really... really well." The stud turned back, a small chuckle under his breath.

"Thank you baby! I wasn't sure about the chain, but it draws attention to all the right places, am I right?" He ran his large hands over his abs, winking at the salivating 21 year old. "I'm Mateo, by the way." The two shook hands, Danny barely able to contain himself.

"So, you come out to these clubs often? It's my first time in the city. My twenty first birthday, actually." Mateo's face lit up. Tossing his arm around Danny's shoulder, he leaned in close to hopefully be heard above the hustle and bustle of the chattering crowd outside. Danny blushed. He could feel the heat from Mateo's pit on the nape of his neck, the smell of wet armpit after a night of dancing tickling the hairs in his nostrils.

"Where's your party? You better not be out here alone on a Saturday night!" Danny looked down, trying to hide the thirst which had overtaken him.

"Ahh, they all cancelled. It's just me tonight." Danny felt an immediate yank, as Mateo squeezed him tightly against his pillowy pecs.

"Nahh. It's just you and ME tonight. C'mon." Mateo began guiding Danny down the street, chatting about the nightlife in New York City, how it's better than anywhere else, how it has the hottest guys and the best vibes. Mateo had been a staple of the ballroom scene for a couple years at that point, and was well acquainted with the bars and their owners. Any place of any note, he'd be able to waltz right in. Though in this instance, he decided to do something special for this little guy who he'd found meandering the streets. "It's definitely an in-the-know kinda place, if you know what I mean. And you're not getting in wearing that, so I guess we're just going to have to get you a birthday present." The two strolled up to a relatively inconspicuous apartment building, Mateo flashing his card to open the heavy metal door. Two flights up and ten doors down the hall, Mateo opened the door to his apartment. It was tidy for the most part. Plants sat on every imaginable surface, even hanging in macrame slings from the popcorn ceiling. Mateo flipped the lights on in his bedroom and opened his closet door.

"Uhhh, what are you looking for?" Danny nervously shuffled from side to side. This wasn't going to be one of those makeover scenes a la Clueless, was it? Mateo flashed several articles of clothing in front of his face, each vastly different from the one before: leather pants, a silk button up, a ripped up tank top, a latex polo... Under his breath, Danny could hear the quiet mutterings Mateo whispered after each one. Too young, too bulky, too preppy, too kinky.

"Hey. Like what's the vibe you're going for? If some hot guy walked up to you and was looking you up and down, what would you want him to see in a perfect world?" Danny sat there a moment, pondering. He wasn't entirely sure. He'd never thought about it. Closing his eyes, he tried to go back to his days of fantasizing about what a perfect Danny would look like. What he'd always wanted to look like. Though, for him, those days were far behind him. The years of being ditched and cast aside, while he understood why, had taken a toll on him. He'd only ever seen himself as that annoying friend who ruins the mood. Danny shuffled his feet beneath him, hanging his head.

"I don't know... just not... this." He motioned up and down, alluding to the rather sad appearance he'd taken on. Mateo stopped what he was doing, chucking a pair of sunglasses at the frowning young man, hitting him square on the nose.

"You stop that. This is not a pity party, it's a birthday party." Danny nodded, picking up the sunglasses from his feet: Balenciaga. "You know what you need? You need a confidence boost." Mateo pinched his chin, analyzing his closet. "And I have just the thing." It was like a frenzy. Within seconds, clothes were being tossed at him. Looking down at them, he anxiously investigated them. A long, almost see through tank top, a well worn sleeveless leather jacket, and a pair of wide, baggy pants- all of which about two sizes too big.

"Uh, hey, I really appreciate it but I don't think I'm gonna fi..." Mateo had plopped a heavy pair of beat up combat boots on top of the pile in his hands, nearly spilling the whole outfit out of Danny's arms.

"Shut up and go put this on, I promise you'll look great." Sighing, he started headed toward the bathroom, only for Mateo to stop him. "Here, just..." Mateo grabbed the wrists of Danny's shirt, pulling the gaudy top off his frail body. Snatching the tank top from the pile, he ripped it off the hanger and slipped it over his arms and head. The shit was undoubtedly massive on him. Danny was after all 5'4 and 100 lbs soaking wet, the tall hunk which stood before him would obviously be wearing way larger clothes than him. "Arms back!" Mateo slid the sleeveless leather jacket onto him. Danny could smell that this item was well loved, catching a subtle hint of weed, cigarettes, and sweat gently wafting from it. "Pants off!" He directed, Danny followed. Pulling his skinny black jeans down to his ankles, and taking off his brown loafers. He stood before Mateo in his whitey-tidies, and an unimpressive flat bulge. "Yeah, take 'em off and burn them. Besides, easier access for the lucky guy later tonight." He winked, causing Danny to blush. Any time his gal-pals had tried to do a makeover it always ended in a trip to Hollister or Abercrombie to look like every straight high schooler in 2013. He'd never had a guy, let alone a gay guy take the time to dress him. His guard finally down, he dropped them, quickly snatching the lightweight pants and pulling them up his legs, tightly pulling the drawstrings to keep them up.

Mateo looked him up and down, clearly thinking about what was missing as Danny slid his feet into the massive boots, feeling the squish of gogo boy sweat bubbling up onto his soles. Mateo snapped his fingers, grabbing the sunglasses and sliding them onto his face. Danny couldn't deny feeling cool in these ill-fitting clothes, whether or not he felt hot in them or not- if this sexy club kid thought he looked good he probably did.

"Awesome, here, take this bag. Happy Birthday, we gotta go!" Danny didn't even get a chance to peer into the mirror before a large leather bag was tossed at him and he was pushed out the door. He tripped over the baggy pants dragging on the ground, and the clunky boots which slid around on his now damp feet. "You look great," Mateo said as they hopped down the stairs. "I got just the place to take you."

The two walked for perhaps only a block or two before they turned into a dark alley, only a single red lamp far down the brick walled canyon illuminating the surroundings. They strutted up to the rusted metal door, Mateo knocking only three times before it swung open. The huge bouncer blocked the door with his arms crossed, though the moment he saw Mateo, he silently stepped aside. Thrust inside from behind, Danny entered the club.

From then on, the night was a blur. The few moments of clarity and recollection told quite the story. The club was packed, sexy guys dancing on eachother, gogo boys on the bar, discarded ecstasy pills littering the floor brightly glowing from the blacklights. A DJ played derivative beats as they approached the bar. The last clear decision that was made was to take a round of shots.

"Zayn! Could you get us two blowjobs?" Danny turned quickly, shocked at the prospect. He was slightly less anxious when the two cream topped shots were placed in front of them. After a quick birthday toast, the two downed their shots. Immediately, Danny felt an instant release. The nervousness had subsided, and he felt ready to enjoy the evening. He couldn't help but notice, before Mateo had ordered round two, that the sexy bartender seemed to smirk with every shot, heading to the back room for a moment only to come back with two perfect drinks. Round 2 felt just as good as the first, feeling himself smile and sway to the music. It was followed up by round 3, then round 4, then round 5... The shots just kept coming, and by round 7, the world was spinning.

From what little could be recalled, he hit the dance floor with Mateo, showing off the notorious dance moves which had caused him so much grief back home. Though, as the night progressed, he felt the music in a patently distinctive way. Every beat, every note hit differently. His body seemed to just move on its own, his hips swaying, his hands slowly wandering around Mateo's firm waist. The unfittedness of the clothes seemed to dissipate, and they began to feel... right. He liked the way that they showed off his broadening shoulders, his widening biceps... As he dropped, effortlessly pulling off spins and dips, his strong, muscular legs kept him firm in his stance, rooted in the perfectly fitted boots.

He could remember Mateo running his hands over the light tattoos sprawled on his pulsating forearms. He'd even done a few of them himself in his boredom during a relatively crazy shroom trip a few years back. In fact, as the two of them stood there in eachother's arms, looking eye to eye and towering over the dancefloor, he was so grateful that his bestie Mateo would give him such a night out on his birthday. Though, it seemed every year got more and more wild. The two didn't waste any more time. This was going to be a wild birthday, as Mateo planted a deep kiss onto his lips. Their sweaty, muscled arms wrapped around eachother, passionately making out on the dancefloor, before Danny reached into his bag, pulling out the magnum ribbed condom he'd gotten earlier that day, hoping the two would arrive at that point sometime during the night.

Mateo smiled and nodded, the two heading outside to wait for the Uber to take them back to the apartment. As Mateo eagerly tapped away on his phone, Danny leaned against the street pole, thrusting his sizeable package toward his boyfriend.

The next morning, Mateo woke up to an empty bed. Sweaty sheets tossed from one side of the room to the other, the stench of kinky sex still wafting in the air. He rolled out of the stained bed, walking past Danny's still warm, musky combat boots splayed on the hardwood floor. After a night of being railed with his face buried in it's ripe opening, he couldn't help but take a quick whiff down memory lane before going down to the front door. There, perched on the step, in all his blonde, shirtless glory sat Danny smoking his American Spirits.

"Good morning, sexy bitch." His velvety voice soared like the wind to Mateo's eager ear, something about that cocky, confident swagger behind his words always hit just right. He plopped down next to his boyfriend, sensually nibbling on his pierced ear. "Gonna get the neighbors all hot and bothered." Danny chided, Mateo knowing full well he loved being seen in even more compromising positions by anyone who stumbled across them.

"That's the idea." The two laughed and kissed, hoping old Mrs. Prallatt across the street was huffing and puffing in an indignant rage. "Hey the house is performing later tonight in the Bowery, I think you should show off the new number. Kick the LaBeija's ass off the floor." Smirking, Danny took a long drag and let out a large cloud of smoke before turning to Mateo.

"They don't stand a chance." Mateo stood up, kissing Danny's smooth hand before getting ready to head back up to get dressed for the day. "Hey, babe." Mateo turned and looked down at the beautiful creature which had been the wildest ride he'd ever taken. "How about you take those sweats off and I show you a couple more moves before we head out?" A strong grope of Mateo's growing bulge and a wink from behind his Balenciaga shades was all that his man needed to see.

#male transformation #body transformation #original #transformation #musk #gay transformation #clothing tf #male tf #ballroom #gay tf #confidence boost #boyfriend transformation #tattoos

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knight-king-ler69 · 1 year ago

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The Ticklish Abs 🍫

A devious thought that keeps popping into my head whenever I see this gif. Imagine your cute, deathly ticklish friend says they wanna tighten up their core for the summer. You volunteer to help and convince them to trust you to wrap them up completely making them of no help to themselves. They ask what the hell you’re doing. “Didn’t you say you want to tone you’re core?” You ask them. They’re even more confused when you peel away the wrap that covers only their tummy, leaving exactly their mid section exposed😌

Everywhere else on their body is warm but they can feel change of temperature on their vulnerable little tummy. You begin to warm them up, priming them by stroking your fingers over their freakishly sensitive belly and they immediately jerk as far back as their imaginations allows them to believe that they can go, as they are securely wrapped in place. With desperation in their eyes the begging and pleasing begins, all falling on deaf ears. A toned tummy you want, a toned tummy I shall deliver. And as if made into an art, you begin to dig deep into the depths of their soft, nerve riddled tummy. Digging, probing, kneading, and stimulating every possible strand of muscle fiber that laid dormant in their core. Their laughing is fever pitch, hysterics. Tears in their eyes they holler, scream and convulse.

But this is perfect, the method is working. They’re burning so many calories while engaging their core muscles like never before every time they laugh or scream or BEG from the depths of their lungs 😩

You keep them in this state for a month, feeding them on the proper diet, high protein, low carbs, lots of veggies and lemon water. Forcing them back into their restraints for four hours each day, two in the morning and two In the evening.

The mind melting tickling at the end of the first week would begin to be targeted. Focusing on even one ab at a time. “I forgot to ask, do you want a six or eight pack?” In their delirious state they made the mistake to answer “eight🥴”. Perfect 😌… Each of the eight desired ab muscles got two target hours of pure unrestrained muscle developing tickling. Destroy muscle fibers, filling them with blood then allowing it to heal wile another ab gets the very same treatment. ☺️☺️☺️

An entire month of conditioning passed and the abs began to pop perfectly and form so beautifully 😍✨ Just a few final touches to make her right as rain. LOOK AT THEM, I’m so proud 🥹🥹🥹 … and for all her suffering she looks soo happy doesn’t she???🥹

Unfortunately, there was an unexpected side effect of this form of deep tissue muscle stimulation😳. Though the goal was accomplished and their abs were formed neatly and tightly, due the constant stimulation of the muscle fibers the tissue and nerves have somehow remembered and and retained the very sensation which brought them to be in the first place YIKES 😳!!!!

This means *GULPS* now that the abs have been formed, any use of them in core engagement, delivers the same overwhelming, torturous tickle sensation😭😭😭. If they breathe, cough, twist, sit up or even FLEX their hard earned abs it delivers such a ticklish jolt that they immediately cease movement 😭😭… They’ve been TRAPPED, tickled to get muscles, that will now tickle them on their own… forever.💋🫦☺️💕😘💦❤️👅

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zoeysdamn · 2 years ago

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Bloodied petals - Xavier Thorpe x reader | Part.6

Summary: It’s time for you to disclose the truth about your condition to Principal Weems…and Xavier. But how much of that are you willing to share? Parents’ week-end brings a surprising new meeting.

Warnings: angst, mentions of blood, swearing; mention of cancer and incurable diseases.

A/N: it almost has fluff parts if you squint. Also there’s a lot of dialogues in there fsjbfhbs

[Masterlist] [Part.1] [Part.2] [Part.3] [Part.4] [Part.5]

Silence weighed heavy in the small hospital room. No one uttered a word, waiting for the other to speak first. Unfortunately for you, Principal Weems had a lot less patience than you.

Before your stubborn silence she let out a frustrated sigh. “Fine,” she said dryly, “if you don’t want to talk, then I will. Your fellow students found you passed out in the woods, allegedly coughing blood and flowers. We brought you to the ICU, and doctors performed a scan, because heart massages weren’t enough.”

Weem’s words made you gulp slowly, as they reminded you how far the disease had already spread. Although her tone was very serious, the principal couldn’t deny the evident worry in her voice.

“You almost died, miss L/N,” she said in a softer, yet very much serious voice. “Doctors had to put you under respiratory support for half an hour before you could breathe on your own.”

A shiver ran down your spine. Shit, this was way, way more concerning that you had thought. The principal seemed to notice the level of distress it put you in, and softened.

“According to Mr Thorpe, you had experienced a panic attack earlier in the evening, is that true?”

You could only nod slowly, throat tight with emotions.

“Doctors think it’s what caused momentary heart failure,” she carried on. “But the scan results certainly intrigued them.”

Your eyes unwillingly glanced down the x-rays on your lap, showing large flowers on the inside of your lungs quite clearly. This time you wouldn’t be able to hide the truth.

“I’ve managed to convince them it was a very specific condition due to some family history,” she said casually, trying to sound as calm as possible. “Not that it had been easy.”

“Thank you,” you muttered, still not meeting her gaze.

The unexpected sound of your voice made her look at least slightly pleased. This was a good start.

“It’s my job as Nevermore’s Principal,” she said pointedly. “But there’s no need trying to play games with me, miss L/N, and I will not leave this room before I get some answers.”

Ah, there was the accusatory tone again. But you couldn’t tell Weems anything, what if she told everyone the truth? What if Xavier became ridden with guilt? Oh god, what if he shut you out again?

“I can’t,” you muttered, hands slightly trembling. “I can’t tell you.”

At your distressed state, Weems’ behavior changed to a mothering one in the blink of an eye and she reached out to put one of her hands on yours.

“You have to, Y/N,” she said softly but firmly, “according to those scans flowers are growing inside of your lungs, this is very concerning!”

“I can’t,” you cried, breaking down under the overwhelming emotions rising in your throat, “I can’t tell you, please.”

This time, her tone became more insistent, “I need to know, so I can call your aunt and inform her of the situation.”

The mention of your aunt made your blood freeze in your veins and you whipped your head so fast you thought your neck would break. Eyes wide open, you stared at Weems like a deer stuck in headlights.

When Weems called your name worriedly, the shivers that had momentarily stopped rocked your whole body once again.

“No, no no no no you can’t call my aunt, you can’t!” you whimpered, tears flowing down your cheeks uncontrollably. Nerves wrecked, you were beginning to sound straight up hysteric.

“She’s your legal guardian, I have to keep her informed,” she insisted, trying to calm you down, but nothing seemed to work.

You shook your head frantically, “Please,” you begged her, “please don’t tell her, I…you can’t tell her please.”

The cries turned into pathetic whimpers, until all you could do was to sob quietly, not caring if the Principal of the school were here to witness all of this. You were so tired.

“She will know eventually,” said Weems softly, trying to not trigger another tearful setback. “She’s your guardian, and we need to tell her what’s going on.”

Sniffling loudly, you let her words sink into your mind, the raging tempest within gradually calming down. Deep down, you knew that Weems was right. Your aunt was bound to find out one way or another, whether from the principal or yourself. So you whipped your nose and tentatively looked up to the Principal with puffy red eyes.

“I…I can’t tell you everything…but let me be the one telling my aunt,” you mumbled weakly. “Please…it’ll be easier for everyone…”

For a brief moment, Weems wanted to object to your demand. But the sight of your tear-stained face and pleading eyes refrained her. Seeing one of her usually strongest and most composed students having an heartbreaking emotional breakdown…she just knew she didn’t have to make things more difficult.

So she pursed her lips, and sighed heavily, “Fine. You can be the one informing your aunt.”

“Thank you,” you whispered faintly. “I…this means a lot to me.”

She sat deeper in her chair, eyeing the x-rays sheets once again, “I suppose you know what’s all about?”

You nodded slowly, and your following silence was enough sign for her to understand you wouldn’t divulge much more about it. “It’s spreading day by day,” you said in a small voice, “this…there’s no cure for this.”

She could only offer you a sorry look, darkened by the weight of those news. You and Principal Weems hadn’t always seen eye-to-eye, but she had been kind. She wanted to keep Nevermore students safe; and despite her efforts, you were going to die.

“I’m sorry to hear that, miss L/N,” she muttered quietly. “Is there anything we can do to ease this…cancer?”

Again, you shook your head. “Not really…I just want all of this to go smoothly, without too much damage…”

She nodded in understanding, raising slowly from her seat, “I see. If there’s anything you need to ease your struggle…do not hesitate to reach me.”

You let out a small thanks. Just as she was about to open the door, Principal Weems turned to you once more.

“I’m truly sorry for you, Y/N. I hope all of this will go smoothly for you.”

Even through blurry eyes, you forced a weak smile on your face, “Thank you ma’am.”

As soon as Weems exited your room, you let tears fall down your face. God, if you were getting this emotional just by getting a goodbye from the principal, then the evening of the Rave’n had weakened you more than you had thought.

A soft knock on the door pulled you out of your thoughts and you managed to whip away the corner of your eyes just in time before a familiar face stepped into the room.

“Hey,” greeted Xavier softly.

“Hey,” you said with a weak smile, heart soaring at his appearance.

No matter what happened before, you were so relieved to see him. You had almost died the previous night, and you remembered him running to your help before you blacked out. Disease or not, you loved Xavier and he was still your best friend; no matter how awkward things had been between you two the days before.

Approaching you carefully, he fidgeted nervously with a small bag which made you smile softly. At his awkward hesitation, eyes glancing to the chair next to the bed, you chuckled softly and shifted a little.

“C’mon don’t play coy,” you breathed out, patting the spot next to you on the bed. “You’re missing the sleepover.”

The joke made him break into a small laugh, easing the awkward tension and he indulged, sitting on the edge of the bed. He gave the small bag he was holding, unsure of where to begin.

“Here, it’s for you,” he said, “a get-well soon gift.”

Opening the bag to retrieve what was inside, you smiled softly at the cute pumpkin plushie. At the familiar let long-gone spark of fondness and genuine happiness in your eyes, Xavier felt his heart soar. He had missed this.

“This is super cute, thank you,” you smiled at him.

“Anytime,” he said before a weird silence took place again. Slightly shifting on his seat, he finally managed to ask you, “How are you feeling?”

As if echoing his question, your whole body whined in pain, “Feeble,” you rasped, ��tired. Nothing a good night of sleep won’t fix I guess,” you told him, with what you hoped was a reassuring smile.

But the deep concerned look on Xavier’s face didn’t fade. “Except it won’t, will it?”

You casted your eyes down. No need to play dumb any longer; Xavier must’ve suspected something for a long time, but after what happened the night before, there was no need in lying.

“No it won’t,” you whispered.

He had probably seen Weems exiting your room with a dreadful expression. Given that and what he had seen in the woods…the image of your sprawled body, chest struggling to rise through the wheezes, the white outfit stained with red paint and blood burned his mind like hot iron. The way your eyes were clouded by the unconsciousness creeping, unable to focus as he had shouted your name, begging you to say something but your mouth unmoving and only drooling droplets of blood…little did the both of you know, this would haunt him for the longest time.

Leaning forward, Xavier took your hand in his. They were bigger than yours and calloused from his hours spent painting. Even if it wasn’t the first time the two of you held hands, it felt highly intimate.

“How bad?” he asked in a small voice, throat tight with emotion. He couldn’t even look at you, instead focusing on your intertwined hands; he feared that if he did, the tears already gathering at the corner of his eyes would spill. He had to be strong for his best friend.

“Pretty much shitty bad,” you mumbled.

“How bad?” he insisted, and you could swear you heard his voice break a little.

You gulped slowly, close to crying again, “Incurable kind of bad,” you finally managed to breath out after agonizing long seconds of silence.

Despite his best efforts to keep composure, Xavier choked on a broken sob. Maybe he had been in denial about this the whole time, maybe you were just very good at hiding it; no matter, hearing the truth was like a punch in the gut. Looking up at you with eyes full of tears, he looked completely broken.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he whispered in disbelief.

Despite the tears tickling your eyes, you tried to smile, “I couldn’t burden you with that, Xav. It’s…this is not an ordinary disease.”

He frowned slightly mouth agape, not quite understanding what it was all about. Picking up the x-ray sheets you silently handed them to him. The crease between his brows only deepened in confusion the more he looked at them, eyes flickering back to you with a silent question, like he didn’t dare to ask. You could only nod slowly, confirming the terrible fate those sheets already predicted. Xavier swore under his breath.

“Shit, it’s growing in your lungs?”. At your nod he swore again, “That’s why you’ve been coughing flowers…”

Your eyes widened slightly in surprise, “You noticed?”

“Been picking up some details since the Poe cup, yeah…” he trailed, “but I wish I'd figured things out sooner.”

You squeezed his hand, the one still gripping yours, “You couldn’t know,” you tried to reassure him. “Even I had a hard time finding out what it is.”

“Yes I could have known,” he whispered looking deep into your eyes, “you’ve tried to tell me so many times, and I…I was an idiot. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you.”

His words made your lips wobble and your eyes fuelling with tears once again. This sight was all it took for him for muttering a “c’me here” and tugging you into a hug. His contact made you break into tears, ugly sobbing on his shoulder. God, you were so not ready to say goodbye to him.

Your hands gripped on his back, like it could allow you to cling onto life a little longer. No matter how much all of this was because of him, you couldn’t wrap your mind around the idea of losing him forever. Xavier had always been your anchor, your best friend through everything no matter who his feelings had been directed to. And now…now you have cornered yourself to the point where even his presence wouldn’t be enough to save you from drowning.

“I’m scared Xav,” you sobbed against his neck, “I’m so fucking scared of dying.”

His hand drew soft circles on your back, trying to soothe you the best he could; but also to remind him that you were still here. “I know sweetheart,” he whispered, head buried against yours.

The truth was he had no idea what to say to you to make you feel better; if you weren’t shaking, you could have felt him trembling too. Tears rolled on his cheeks in silence; he was so scared of losing you too. So he did the only thing he could do for now; he cradled you in his arms, occasionally pressing soft kisses on your hair, hoping this would ease you at least a little bit. In all of his life, Xavier had never felt so helpless.

As your sobs continued, a part of you started to be plagued with guilt for not telling Xavier what was exactly going on. The perspective of an upcoming death and the inevitable loss it would entail was painful enough, the last thing you wished for was for him to be guilt ridden.

When you seemed to calm down a little, Xavier swallowed thickly, voice full of tears, “Is there anything we can do?”

Despite the guilt, you shook your head and his heart broke a little more.

It wasn’t his fault you thought, no one could decide their feelings; the gradual decay of your own body would be dreadful enough for Xavier, there was no need of making him think it was actually his fault. You would take this secret with you in the tomb, that you swore to yourself.

“I’ve tried to curb it with a potion but it didn’t work,” you admitted weakly. “I thought that weed killer would work.”

His eyes widened, “Weed ki– Y/N that shit’s toxic as fuck!”

Ashamed, you cast your eyes down, “I just tried to fix this.”

Xavier squeezed your hands, “This isn’t fixing anything, you’ve basically been poisoning yourself!”

“And what was I supposed to do?” you snapped back, eyes full of tears. “Waiting patiently for this to kill me? Stay here and do nothing? Fuck Xavier, do you have any idea of how painful this is?”

The gradation in your voice’s volume made your body tremble like a leaf. The anger and bitter sadness had risen up so suddenly, you hadn’t noticed your knuckle turning white as you gripped Xavier’s hand tightly. Realizing how much he had upset you Xavier quickly brought you into another hug, whispering apologies and shushing sounds into your ear. The angry bubbling turned into sobs, and soon you ended up whimpering in Xavier’s arms again.

After a few moments, you sniffled. “Just…can you stay by my side?” you asked with a small voice. “I don’t want to be alone before…before it ends.”

Xavier lifted your chin, making you look up at his glossy hazel eyes. The emotions they held seemed enough to bring a man to his knees. “Of course,” he breathed out softly, “I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

Despite the hot tears starting to flow again a relieved smile stretched your trembling lips. “Thank you,” you whispered, and hugged him again.

For now, all you wanted was to spend as much time as you could with Xavier. Even if it was only as his best friend, it was already enough for you. The time you had spent together had always been your oxygen, something that got you through the days. It could help to push away the crushing fear of dying long enough. It had to.

Gently tugging you from the hug, Xavier pressed his forehead against yours, “You’re my girl, remember? There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

You tried to smile weakly, “Thank you…”

He kissed your forehead so softly, like you were made of glass. His own selfish behavior from the previous weeks taunted him at the back of his mind, plaguing him with guilt. Why didn’t he pay more attention? Why has he let himself be blinded by some weird fascination for a girl who clearly didn’t give shit about him, while his own best friend was fighting for her life?

Tightly gripping one of your hands, he almost wanted to cry. He had been such a fool.

“Hey,” you said, gently tugging his hand to make him look at you, “it’s gonna be okay, alright?”

He shook his head in defeat, “It’s not fair,” he mumbled to try to hide his broken voice, “I wish we had more time.”

Smiling weakly, you intertwined your fingers together, “We had plenty already. I don’t regret anything.”

Xavier looked up at you; behind the crestfallen look in your eyes, he knew that you were, among other things, referring to your kiss.

“But I do,” he said softly.

Suddenly your heart dropped in your stomach, and for the briefest moment you felt like the world had stopped. Seeing your frozen state, Xavier quickly took your other hand with him in a comforting manner.

“I regret not having given more time to think about us,” he clarified.

Eyes widening, you could only gap at him in disbelief. “You thought about us?” you whispered. He nodded. After how the previous discussion about this topic had ended and his rejection after you kissed…you didn’t believe you’ll talk about this ever again.

“But I thought…you said…”

“Yeah,” he croaked awkwardly, “I know what I said, I’ve been a jerk. And I’m sorry that I’ve hurt you sweetheart, I truly am.”

Casting your eyes down, you didn’t have the heart to tell him that he hadn’t. He definitely had.

“I can’t force you to love me that way if you don’t,” you said feebly. One of his hands came to cradle your cheek, turning your face to him once again.

“But what if I want to?” he said, eyes almost pleading. “What if I want to give it a shot? To give us a chance?”

This took you off-balance for a second. At first you gasped at his words, then frowned slightly.

“I don’t want to force your hand on your feelings for a charity case Xavier,” you warned with a trembling voice. “I don’t need pity-feed love, please.”

His eyes widened, “What? No! Y/N I promise, it’s not that,” he assured, softly stroking his thumb over your cheekbone in an attempt of a soothing gesture. “I know the timing isn’t the best, but I promise you that I’m honest with you.”

Looking at him with big watery eyes, you still quite couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “You really want to try this?” you whispered as he nodded with a faint smile. “But…I mean after we kissed…”

Once again, his own previous actions seemed to embarrass him, “I know, I– I didn’t really think then, I’ve been dumb. But after that I started to…to think about this more and more.”

“Then why…why did you invite Bianca?” you asked, still dumbfounded.

“I didn’t want to be the guy playing with your heart,” he said with sad eyes, “not after you had admitted that- that you loved me.”

Hearing him saying it out loud, for the first time ever, made your heart swell and you couldn’t help but smile softly at him, which made him smile too.

“I’ve come to realize that, maybe…maybe I could love you too.”

His words made you frown once again, “I don’t want you to force yourself.”

“I’m not I promise,” he insisted, mentally cursing at himself for his poor choice of words. “I care about you Y/N, a lot. And,” he added with an almost shy smile, “I’ve thought about you as more than a friend before. Often.”

Tears came to your eyes; this time, with joy. “You did?”

“Yeah,” he smiled, “I’ve been wondering recently…why I hadn’t let you in that way.”

That brought an almost sorry look in your eyes. Xavier had the tendency to torture himself – must be his artistic side. No doubt he was giving himself as much hard time as he could about this.

“What changed your mind about this?” you asked softly, curious.

Xavier nervously rubbed his neck, “Well, I had the thought hidden at the back of my mind for a long time but…I guess getting a little push helped.”

Your eyebrows rose, “A push?”

He let out an awkward chuckle, “More like life advice laced with threats from Enid, then Wednesday…definitely more threats on her side.”

That made you laugh a little, picturing the scene in your mind. You could definitely imagine them roasting Xavier to politeness’ limits.

“Bianca spoke to me about this too,” he added.

“She did?” you asked in surprise, “what did she say?”

“Something along the lines of me being an idiot,” he grinned shyly. A laugh escaped your throat, soon followed by Xavier’s.

“Yeah that sounds like something she would say,” you agreed between light laughs. “But seriously,” you added more quietly after a few moments of guiltless euphoria, “why now?”

He hesitated, almost looking ashamed of himself.

“I guess it just started to make sense recently.”

“How so?” you frowned.

“I think the best friend tag put me in more denial than I thought,” he shrugged. “But ever since you asked me about us, you know, in my room that other night…it kept turning in my mind.”. His eyes bore into yours, burning with heavy remorses and unspoken things, “I… I just don’t know when I could return your feelings.”

Unable to contain your smile, you squeezed the hand that was still holding your face. Xavier had feelings for you; he could love you. All he needed was time to figure out his emotions. Maybe there was hope for you after all.

Hugging him tightly, you closed your eyes, hopeful tears escaping them.

“Don’t worry,” you whispered, “I’ll wait for you. I always will.”

Xavier smiled, and pressed a long, soft kiss to your forehead.

He had unknowingly lightened a spark of hope in you. You just hoped that his heart would win this race against time in which your own body was trapped, or else you would be lying to him once again. Even if you had promised you would wait for him, you weren’t so sure that the sickness would.

The doctors signed off your release forms the next day. You had just changed from the hospital gown to your casual clothes when someone knocked on your door.

“Come in,” you called out while putting on your shoes.

The door opened on your monochrome roommate.

“Wednesday,” you said surprised, “what are you doing here?”

“I was visiting Eugene,” she said flatly, “I heard you had woken up.”

Despite your initial surprise you nodded, “Yeah, the doctors gave me authorization to go back to school. Not that they can do anything for me anyway, “ you muttered the last part.

“Do they know about your condition?” she asked.

You shook your head, “So far, you’re the only one knowing everything. Weems knows parts of it; so does Xavier.”

“You told him?” she raised her eyebrow.

Almost shyly you cast your eyes down, “Not everything. He doesn’t know he’s…that he has something to do with it.”

After a pause, Wednesday spoke again, “This is a rather strategic decision. If you’re dying, there’s no reason to burden yourself with more guilt from him. You’re probably in enough pain, lucky you.”

It almost made you chuckle, “I’m surprised you actually agree with my feelings.”

“I’m not,” she denied sharply, “like I said, it’s only a strategic move.”

You only shrugged in response.

“How’s Eugene?” you asked in a small voice.

Wednesday’s harsh expression softened a little, “He’s okay. Still unconscious, but okay.”

This news saddened you a little. Sure, Eugene was out of danger, but he didn’t deserve to end up in a hospital bed.

“His mothers asked me to thank you by the way,” she added, and you lifted your head in surprise. “They learned that you had gone to his rescue.”

“Yeah, except I couldn’t help him,” you mumbled bitterly.

She shrugged, “Still, they are passing you their thanks.”

Pulling your jacket, you swallowed your shame. Eugene didn’t owe you anything, you hadn’t been able to help him; you didn’t deserve his mums’ thanks.

“I wished to thank you too,” added Wednesday quietly. At your once again shocked expression she continued, “You didn’t have to run to his aid, yet you didn’t hesitate to. So, thank you.”

Once the initial surprise wore off you smiled slightly, “Is that compassion I heard from you, Wednesday Addams?”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” she deadpanned.

“I’m not talking about me though, I’m talking about Eugene. You have a soft spot for that kid.”

She narrowed her eyes at you but said nothing. You chuckled, knowing you were right.

“Well you’re welcome,” you said grabbing your bag – in which the pumpkin plushie Xavier gifted you laid carefully, “Always a pleasure to prove a point.”

“Which point?” she frowned.

“That no matter how much you despise them, you do have feelings Wednesday.”

With that, you left the room and quietly made your way to the entrance where Principal Weems waited for you to bring you back to Nevermore. Even if she looked the same as usual, elegant as ever, you didn’t miss the pitiful look in her eyes everytime she looked at you. The looming figure of upcoming death above you was something she couldn’t ignore; you guessed that it was going to be like this, now.

“Your aunt called,” she told you as the both of you were seated in her car, driving away from the hospital. “She can’t make it to the parents’ week-end.”

This made your heart squeeze a little, but you weren’t exactly surprised, “Oh,” you said simply, “guess I should’ve seen that coming.”

In the corner of your eye you could see the sorry look of Principal Weems. After a few moments of silence, she said, “I didn’t tell her about your condition.”

“Thank you,” you muttered, glad the principal actually kept her word. “I’ll call her this week-end.”

Maybe in the meantime things would change; but you doubted it.

When you reached Nevermore the first place you went to was your room, only to be trapped in a bone-crushing hug by Enid. The werewolf didn’t sound like she was aware of the extent of the disease, because she rambled about the importance of good sleep and healthy feeding in a very cute and concerned way. Apparently, she still thought you had passed out from exhaustion, meaning she hadn’t seen your body the night of the Rave’n. Which was good; with the upcoming arrival of her parents the day after, you knew you couldn’t tell her everything now. Her relationship with her mother had its lots of complications, your health would wait.

Then after reassuring Enid that you were now fine, you grabbed a few of your belongings and made your way to the boys’ dormitory. Xavier opened his door after the first knock.

“Hey,” you said quietly, “can I stay here tonight?”

He smiled softly at you, before letting you in, “Of course.”

His room hadn’t changed much since the last time you had come. It felt oddly comforting, like a safe space. Carefully taking your hands in his, Xavier slowly guided you to his bed. He laid down on his back and you snuggled on his side, head against his chest. One of his hands naturally found its way to your hair, getting lost in your locks. The soothing beating of his heart against your ear seemed enough to keep the both of you alive.

“Does it still hurt?” he mumbled against your hairline.

You nodded, unable to tell him how much pain you were in. “Sometimes it calms down,” you tried to reassure him.

Still, he winced at your words. “I’m not letting you down this time,” he whispered, throat tight, “I promise.”

Craning your head up to look at him, you smiled softly, “I know, Xav. You and me against the world, right?”

The words the both of you had kept saying through your childhood brought a small smile on his face. “Yeah,” he kissed your forehead, “you and me against the world, sweetheart.”

That night, despite the dreadful and irksome sensation of the flowers clawing in your throat, you slept peacefully. No matter how your lungs ached, the only thing that mattered was Xavier’s arms wrapped safely around you.

When the first day of parent’s week-end rolled by the morning after, you knew that it was going to be a long day for both Xavier and you. Even your mutual soothing presences couldn’t tune down the anxiety that grew as the morning went on. From one of the passageways above the quad, Xavier was glancing either to his phone or to the school gates every ten seconds. Waiting for his father to either make an appearance, or a call. Leaning on the balcony next to him you nudged his shoulder with your in a silent gesture of support. He flashed a small smile for reassurance, but you knew the absence of his father hurt him.

“He’s not coming,” he said bitterly.

“There’s still people arriving, maybe he will show up,” you tried.

He tsked, “You know him Y/N. Mighty Vincent Thorpe doesn’t have time for his unworthy son.”

“Hey,” you insisted, putting a hand on his, “don’t say that. You’re kind and talented, no matter what he says.”

Xavier smiled softly at your words, but his eyes were still tainted with sorrow. Cradling his cheek you brushed your thumb over his cheekbones, “You’re worthy to me, Xav. You’re already twice the man your father will ever be.”

His smile broadened and he kissed your palm, muttering a thanks. He shouldn’t dwell on his father's antics; you were there, and that was all that mattered.

“Your aunt’s coming?” he asked quietly, lifting his face from your hand to instead take it in his.

“No,” you said sadly, “she’s busy too. But I’ll call her later.”

This time, it was his turn to frown, “Does she know yet?”

You shook your head, “This isn’t going to be a pleasant conversation.”

“Do you want me to be here when you’ll call her?” he suggested softly.

His support offer touched you, but your heart clenched anyway, “No I…this is something I need to do on my own.”

Xavier nodded in understanding. He didn’t want to press the issue further, this was your call to make.

Down in the quad, you noticed that Enid’s family had finally arrived. Even from up here you could practically hear Enid’s anxiety. As you looked back to Xavier to speak, you noticed the lonely figure of Bianca a few feet away from the both of you, hesitant to approach. Xavier followed your eyes and glanced behind his shoulder to the siren.

“I’m going to give Enid some emotional support,” you said softly, squeezing his hand. “We’ll see each other when the buffet starts, okay?”

He nodded, kissing your knuckles as a goodbye. Before you walked away you nodded in Bianca’s direction, “Go talk to her.”

He frowned, slightly surprised by your words, “You’re sure?”

You nodded. Him and Bianca weren’t together anymore, but that didn’t change the fact that they were friends. And after the little heart-to-heart you had with her at the party…you knew she needed her friend.

“She’s alone too, today,” you said, noticing the absence of her mother.

“I don’t want to leave you,” he whispered.

You smiled at him. “You’re not, I promise. Go, I’m going to Enid and I’ll find you later.”

Passing next to Bianca, you mirrored her unusual kind smile. It seemed that your heart-to-heart had unlocked a strange form of compassion. Maybe if you had more time, you could be friends with her, you thought as you went down to the quad.

Crossing the crowded space to get to your blonde roommate, you didn’t expect to run into Wednesday and a handful of black-claded people accompanying her.

“Y/N,” she greeted sharply, “if you’re trying to flee this gruesome social obligation, I must ask you to consider helping me on this matter.”

The plump man behind her let out a rich laugh. “Ah, did our little nightmare finally make a friend, then?”

Wednesday glared at him. But that didn’t seem to disencourage the man who nudged her, “Well, why don’t you introduce us to your friend, my little death trap?”

She rolled her eyes so you took the initiative, extending your hand, “I’m Y/N L/N, Wednesday’s roommate. Pleasure meeting you, sir.”

He shook your hand before bowing his head slightly yet in a very theatrical gesture, “I’m Gomez Addams, Wednesday’s father. Thank you for having welcomed our daughter with open arms.”

You heard Wednesday snort, but you put on a polite smile, “Wednesday’s a very considerate roommate, sir. We get along fine.”

On the corner of your eyes you could notice the way her eyebrows slightly rose up in surprise. Surely, she didn’t expect such compliments; but you had to give it to her, she had been respectful of your boundaries the best she could, no matter how nosy she might have been. Plus, you probably owed her your life for having found you in the woods after the Rave’n.

“Whatever,” she huffed, starting to walk away with her father following her with playful pleas.

“It’s a true delight to see Wednesday getting along with someone,” said a feminine voice from behind you.

You turned around to face a raven-haired woman dressed in a long dramatic dress, hands elegantly crossed in front of her. Despite her rather gloomy appearance, she had kind eyes and a soft smile.

“Thank you for indulging my daughter's behavior, miss L/N,” she said with a smile. “Wednesday has a lot of qualities, but her social skills aren’t of those.”

That made you smile a little, extending your hand to her, “You must be Wednesday’s mother. A pleasure ma’am.”

She came to reach your outreached hand, “My name’s Morticia. A witch, aren’t you Miss L/N? I’ve heard about your aunt’s reputation before.”

You were about to confirm her words, but as soon as her hand touched yours for a handshake, Morticia froze, eyes widening. It was only for a brief moment, a breath really, but once she seemed to regain her spirits the previously kind expression on her face turned into despair.

“Oh poor child,” she whispered, mouth agape. “What a dreadful path you’re on.”

Morticia’s reaction troubled you; what had happened? “Excuse me?”

Her eyes bore into yours, and what you saw surprised you even more: they were glossy with tears.

“I saw what’s plaguing you. You’re cursed with Hanahaki disease, aren’t you?”

Her words stunned you right on the spot. How was this possible? How could she possibly know?

As panic started to overflow your mind, the familiar tickling urge and taste of blood rushed in your throat.

“How?...” you whispered, chest tight and burning under the flower’s pressure.

Her tearful eyes turned into a sympathetic expression, “I am gifted with visions, and I saw what looms over you.”

No matter how hard you tried to restrain them, tears were already gathering in your eyes and you nodded painfully. “You know about the disease? But how? It has been so difficult to learn anything about it.”

She smiled sadly at you, “I know many things about love, dear child. Especially cursed ones.”

As on cue, you coughed a handful of bloodied petals in your hand. Morticia Addams winced at the pitiful sight. Immediately, your eyes flickered to the higher passageway as you felt Xavier’s eyes on you. He must have heard you cough somehow, because even from where you stood, you could see his panicked eyes. He looked ready to jump over the balcony in the blink of an eye, worry consuming him. But you slightly shook your head, mouthing that you were fine. That didn’t erase his discomfort, but at least he started to make his way hurriedly to the stairs instead of rushing down in the dumbest way possible. Morticia didn’t miss any of this.

“Is that him?” asked Wednesday’s mother softly.

You nodded slowly. This was strange, you knew this woman for less than five minutes but her motherly aura somehow made you at ease.

“Does he know?” she pressed carefully, and the negative shake of your head made her heart fill with sadness for you.

“He can never know,” you whispered, casting your eyes down to hide your tears. “It would break him to know it’s somehow his fault.”

She lifted your chin gently, with one finger. The sorrowful, yet kind look she was giving you made your heart swell.

“But he cares about you. I can see that.”

You could only shrug in defeat, “What if it can’t save me?”

She smiled softly at you, “I didn’t see your end, dear child. Only great pain, the one going through. But if that boy is close to you, maybe that’s why my vision didn’t show me your demise.”

That made your eyes widen. Could there still be a chance, like you had hoped?

“Does that mean…do you think there’s still a chance for me to heal, then?” you whispered in disbelief.

Letting go of your chin, she nodded, “My visions are often incomplete, but rarely wrong. And my sight does not fool me, young Y/N. I saw the look you both shared.”. Replacing a strand of hair behind your ear in a mothering care, she smiled, “There is hope, as long as there is love.”

Noticing the upcoming figure of a very concerned Xavier behind you, Morticia smiled one last time.

“It’s been a pleasure meeting you, Y/N. I sincerely hope we’ll run into each other again.”

Through your blurry eyes, you offered her a weak but sincere smile. “Me too, Mrs.Addams. And…thank you.”

With one last enigmatic smile, she walked away gracefully to rejoin her family, just as Xavier reached you.

“Hey,” he whispered, “you’re alright?”

Whipping the gathering tears with the back of your hand, you nodded, “Yeah…I made a surprising encounter that’s all.”

He looked over at the dark yet classy figure of Morticia Addams on the other side of the quad and frowned. “Isn’t that Wednesday’s mum?”

Looking at this reassuring mother figure, you smiled softly, “Yeah, she is. She’s great.”

About half an hour later it turned out that no matter how kind your roommate’s mom was, karma had a strange sense of humor. That’s what you thought when the police arrested Gomez Addams for a murder aged 20 years. This definitely put a stain on the joyful ambience of parents’ weekend, but the festivities resumed soon after. As the night started to roll by, you knew that you ultimately had to call your aunt.

“You’re sure you don’t want me to be here for support?” asked Xavier, hand in yours before your room’s door.

“I’ll be fine,” you reassured him, still thankful he offered. “Aunt Cordelia and I will have a lot of things to talk about, it won’t be a fun conversation.”

At his still worried look, you suddenly felt bolder and kissed his cheek, nearly on the corner of his mouth. This wasn’t unusual for the both of you, but it was the first time since you had actually kissed. His eyes widened slightly, but it was soon replaced by a soft smile.

“I’ll text you when it’s over, okay?” you promised him.

“Okay,” he finally admitted, “if anything’s wrong, just text me I’ll be there in a minute.”

His devotion made you smile. Xavier had always been protective of you when you were kids, but since you had confessed your love to him, this was a whole new level, even if he didn’t return your romantic feelings yet.

Reluctantly letting go of his hand, you pushed open your door, catching one last glance before closing it behind you. The silence and emptiness of the room made you let out a long sigh. Enid was sleeping outside with her family, and Wednesday must have been visiting her father in detention. This was the perfect moment to make that phone call.

Grabbing your phone and composing your aunt’s number before courage wore off of you, you stepped on the balcony behind the large web-shaped window. The cool air of the night felt nice against the skin of your sore throat; you had thrown up again quite a lot today, much to Xavier’s worry.

Your aunt picked up at the last ringtone, “Good to know you’re still alive, Y/N,” she said as a greeting.

Her choice of words almost made you choke on your own breath. She had no idea. “Yeah…hi aunt Cordelia…”

On the other side of the phone, you could picture her frowning, “Oooh, what’s with that sad voice, pumpkin? Is something wrong?”

You tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out; instead a wave of emotion rushed in your throat, tightening it so hard it made tears come out of your eyes.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” called out your aunt.

And then you broke down in tears, “I’m dying,” you cried out. Here, you said it. Blurted it because every emotion you had repressed recently for the sake of Xavier or anyone else had overwhelmed you, crashing into you like a high wave. And now the tears wouldn't stop.

“Wait, wait, slow down Y/N, slow down,” said the worried voice on the phone, “Take a deep breath, okay?”

“I can’t,” you whimpered in between tears, “it hurts too much. I- I have flowers growing in my lungs and I c-can’t breathe,” you hiccuped. A long, dreadful silence echoed your sobs; so long you thought your aunt had dropped her phone. “Aunt Cordelia?...”

Her rasping voice answered you at last, “You have Hanahaki disease?”

“Yes,” you hiccuped in surprise, “how do you…”

“I just know. It’s Xavier isn’t it?” she cut you off, voice trembling because of the shock.

Trembling, you nodded. She couldn’t see that, but you knew she understood.

“I’m taking the first flight to Nevermore tomorrow morning,” she said curtly, “I’m picking you up.”

“What?” you blurted; the tears had gradually stopped flowing, “why?”

“So we can get you fixed, Y/N,” she said in a harsh tone. But you knew her; the truth was that behind that tone, she was terrified. Still, it didn’t stop you from starting to cry again.

“Please don’t,” you begged, “please. I don’t want to leave Nevermore, not now!”

Your aunt let out a frustrated sigh, “There’s nothing for you here anymore! You need to come back home, so we can start to cure this.”

Her words caught your breath.

“There’s a cure?” you whispered in disbelief. “But I thought…I’ve read nothing about it.”

Suddenly, the tone in your aunt’s voice changed to something softer. And tainted with regrets. “It’s not a pretty thing to do, pumpkin,” she admitted. “It requires making difficult decisions.”

“But…but the disease will disappear if Xavier actually loves me back, isn’t it?” you stuttered frantically. “He’s trying, I promise we have a chance.”

“Oh Y/N…” sighed your aunt, “This isn’t how it works love…”

“We have a chance!” you repeated, starting to cry again, “Please aunt Cordelia, we only need a little more time, don’t make me leave…please…”

“You’re dying, Y/N,” she snapped, “time is a luxury you don’t have!”

The way she had snapped at you startled you; even if she hadn’t always been the most present parent, aunt Cordelia had never screamed or scolded you.

After a brief moment of silence, where she realized her mistake, Cordelia sighed again.

“Listen pumpkin…I’ve already lost your mother, I can’t lose you too…”

Tears continued to roll down your cheeks. You didn’t dare to speak, afraid that your voice would break under the weight of emotions.

“I want to believe in Xavier and you, I really do okay? He’s a good man, and I’m sure he might love you someday.”

“But?” you asked with a trembling voice.

“But…Hanahaki disease never ends well darling,” she said in a sorry tone. “Trust me, I’ve seen people trying to fight it, but no matter how hard they tried they never survived.”

All the hopes that the encounter with Morticia Addams had awakened in your heart suddenly crumbled to ashes.

“So…I’m doomed?” you cried.

The silence that answered you was worth a thousand words. Your back hit the stone wall and you let your whole body slump against it; your legs couldn’t hold you up any longer.

“I’m sorry pumpkin,” muttered your aunt.

Biting your lips not to scream, you managed to let out the words you never thought you’d say, “What is this cure…the one you were talking about?”

Surprisingly, she sounded hesitant now. “It’s a surgical operation,” she explained slowly, “it gets the flowers and roots completely removed. But it comes with a price.”

“Which price?” you whispered between trembling lips.

“You…” she hesitated, “you would forget all memories of Xavier. And it’s highly likely you’ll never get to love again.”

Choking on air, you let out a small strangled cry.

“I can’t,” you croaked, “you can’t ask me to do this.”

“Y/N darling, I understand,” she begged, “but you must if you want to live.”

You squeezed your eyes tight, like you could suddenly wake up from this nightmare, leaving it all behind with the retiring night.

“I understand he’s important to you,” she conceded gently, “are you really willing to die for him though?”

Your answer was instantaneous, “I have faith in him. I can- we can do this, I know it.”

She remained silent. Maybe you were already too deep into denial for her to change your mind. So she sighed in defeat.

“You’re as stubborn as your mother,” she said quietly, “if I let you stay at Nevermore, would you promise me that if he can’t save you on time you would consider getting the flowers removed?”

The hesitation was what betrayed you, “I…I can’t promise you that.”. But she already knew the answer.

“I know. But I also know that you won’t completely push away the possibility. I love you, pumpkin.”

Before you could add anything, she hung up. Shoulders slumping you buried your face in your hands, letting tears down.

How did the hope that had been building up over the last two days become so fragile? You wanted to believe in Xavier, with all of your heart you truly did. It just was beginning to be incredibly harder that you had thought.

[Part.7]

A/N: yes hello, in this house we worship Morticia Addams like the queen she is in every single one of her adaptations, thank you So yeah, not much action in that chapter ksjfbkbgk but I loved writing soft Xavier with reader QwQ

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eliotquillon · 23 days ago

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you know how there’s a million and a half stories where chase is sick and weak. screw that. give me something with cameron

this was meant to be a bit silly but then it got all goopy and disgusting. chase stop being a simp for cameron challenge. anyway in s5’s the itch cameron mentions that she knows the patient because she ran the community outreach flu drive the year before, and she IS suspiciously absent from the s4 christmas episode moreso than even chase, so imagine that this is set around then.

After six long weeks running the county flu vaccine drive, Cameron finally wakes up one morning with a fever of one-oh-one and a dry, hacking cough that makes Chase wince just at the sound of it. She’d been vaccinated herself, of course, but only for the most prominent strain; whatever version she’s caught clearly isn’t the one she was giving out shots for. “I knew this was going to happen,” she says miserably, while Chase force-feeds her Tylenol and wraps her in the sweatshirts she insisted he buy on Black Friday mostly because, he suspects, she wanted to steal them for herself. “It’s been way too long since I last got sick. I’m due.”

And I’m sure the flu drive had nothing to do with it, Chase does not say, because he’s seen Cameron sick before; during House’s summer of ketamine she came down with a nasty case of strep, and despite so, so clearly being miserable, she’d insisted on coming in as soon as the antibiotics rendered her no longer infectious. He and Foreman had had to trick her into going home early by offering to cover the later half of her shifts, and Foreman had only agreed to do that because all of his favourite nurses kept coming up to complain about how much of a hardass Cameron was being. The point is, it’s better not to argue with Cameron when she’s sick. It’s especially better now that Chase is her boyfriend.

“Can I get you anything else?” he asks tentatively. He doesn’t have work today, and even if he did, well—it’s not protocol, but he’d call off anyway. The part of him that shudders away from the memories of cleaning up his mum’s vomit and checking his baby sister’s cold didn’t turn into pneumonia is outweighed by the part that relishes in getting to see Cameron when she’s kind of gross: hair greasily undone, make-up off, wearing sweatpants and no bra. He’s never dated anyone long enough to get to the comfortable stage before, and the vulnerability is a good look on her. “Don’t you have some tea in the back of your cupboard?”

“You don’t have to stay,” Cameron lies even as her whole face lights up. It’s cute, Chase thinks. And also unexpected; he’d been expecting a fight, like the one they had last summer about her going home with strep. “I don’t want to get you sick.”

“Seriously, I don’t mind,” Chase says, and Cameron smiles gratefully at him; she’s too-warm and feverish in the bed beside him, and she can barely lift her head, but he finds that he really, truly means it. Cameron is on good terms with her parents, but they live all the way over in Chicago; between the price of plane tickets and her schedule, she only sees them a few times a year. He wonders when was the last time somebody took care of her when she was sick. Probably not since undergrad, he thinks. And then he remembers her first husband, and how she had stayed with him to the end, and mentally revises: probably not since high school. Maybe even as long as Chase himself. “I’ll make you your tea, yeah?”

“Thank you,” Cameron croaks out, and she’s so contagious right now, practically a petri dish of influenza, but when she raises her face towards him he kisses her damp forehead obligingly. She isn’t a cute sick person, but Chase is hopelessly endeared anyway. “You’re the best.”

Love you, Chase almost says, but, well, he really does know better than to start a fight with an unwell Cameron. “You can return the favour when I catch whatever you have,” he teases, and the softness of her responding smile makes biting his tongue all worth it.

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goldenempyrean · 1 year ago

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Helping Her Out

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Wanda green eyes glance away from her phone as her attention is called away at the sound of Natasha letting out a deep sigh. Curled beside her, the redhead was huddled beneath a layer blanket, her glasses perched on the bridge of her nose as she stared down at the book she held, as she attempted to make sense of the words on the page.

Much to her dismay, she wasn’t really having much luck and Natasha found herself sighing once again, closing her book in defeat before laying her head onto Wanda’s chest with an annoyed sniffle.

“What’s up sweet girl?” Wanda murmured, setting her phone aside before running her hand through her girlfriend’s curls, “Not liking how your book is going?” She asked, as somewhat of a bookworm herself, she was all too familiar with knowing how an unexpected plot twists could ruin a good novel.

It was a late Saturday evening, and after a long week of missions, the pair were making the most of their time off before they were inevitably called back to work.

It just so happened that their said time off wasn’t really going to plan. You see, due to the cold climate of the latest mission Natasha had been on, she’d returned back home feeling a little under the weather. Not the flu fortunately. Just the sniffles and a rather nasty cough that refuses to go away no matter how much cough medicine Wanda forced her to take.

Either way, Wanda could see just how frustrated Natasha was getting with herself and wanted so badly to offer a solution. Natasha sniffled softly as she looks up at her girlfriend, using the tip of her finger to push her glasses up as her nose ran slightly. “I literally cannot see a thing.” She huffed somewhat petulantly before letting out a heavy, congested cough into her blankets. Making Wanda add a mental note to wash them later.

“What do you mean you can’t see?” The witch tilted her head slightly, not quite understanding what she meant, “Are you dizzy again?”

“The words.” The redhead sniffled, “The room’s all spinny so it’s making them look too fuzzy. I can’t read them.” The poor woman sounded so defeated as she let the book fall out of her hands and onto the bed.

Now she understood. Wanda returned Natasha’s pout as she picked up the book to save her page before it was lost, “Oh, I’m sorry baby, that’s really frustrating, huh?” She sympathised, letting her hand come to wrap around Nat’s shoulders, hugging her warmly before glancing over at the clock on their bedside table. It wasn’t too late yet, “Well, how about we try something new?”

Now it was Natasha’s turn to look confused as she blinked up at her girlfriend. “Here, you get comfy.” Wanda instructed, moving to set a pillow behind Natasha’s back for support and she waited as her girlfriend got herself comfortable, nuzzling into her side, “How about I read to you a little? That way you can still enjoy your book and you can fall asleep if you get sleepy enough, how does that sound darling?”

Natasha flushed slightly, but nodded her head as she settled comfortably against the pillows. “That sounds perfect.” She rasped out, reaching up to pull off her glasses and she set them down onto the nightstand.

Wanda hummed contently and placed a gentle kiss to the red tip of Natasha’s nose before opening the book to the page the redhead had stopped on last. “Ready darling?” She slides an arm beneath Natasha’s shoulders and coaxes her back against her chest, a position Natasha easily welcomes as she nuzzles her nose against her girlfriends neck and lets out a soft sigh.

“Mhh.” She nods as her eyes instinctively flutter shut, and Wanda couldn’t help but smile in adoration as she slips a hand beneath Natasha’s shirt and begins to trail gentle circles against the warm skin of her back. “Okay…”

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erikftglitter · 11 days ago

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Introduction | Antidote

Killmonger AU

Created By: Erikftglitter

Erik has been dying since he was 20, his rare genetic condition slowly consuming him. But on one fateful night, his life takes an unexpected turn—he’s not dead… he’s undead. Now, a mischievous and dangerous vampire, Erik finds himself chasing a new thrill, a rush he hasn’t felt in years. That rush comes in the form of twenty-something Kadence Ivory, a woman whose presence ignites a craving Erik can’t ignore.

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Erik hates to relive this day, but his mind works faster than his body. He finds himself on the university campus before he can stop himself. It was the anniversary of the night. The night where his entire life was permanently altered.

Eleven Years Prior

“Aye man, congratulations!” Erik dabs up Randy, his freshman year roommate, and thanks him. Erik had just graduated with his Master’s Degree in Cellular and Molecular Biology from the University of Kentucky.

“Thanks man. I appreciate it.” Erik smiles. This was the moment that he was waiting for. He had already received his bachelor’s degree from the University of Kentucky and excelled so much that he secured an internship. Recipients of the internship were given the opportunity to continue their graduate studies at a fraction of the cost. In Erik’s case, however, he paid nothing.

Between his emancipation status as a teenager and making dean’s list each semester, the university was more than willing to offer Erik a hefty scholarship. Erik lived a promising life.

“We’re going to hit Rustee’s if you-“ Randy’s words were cut short by the streams of phlegm that accompanied Erik’s throat, causing him to have a coughing fit.

Randy gave Erik an empathetic look. Erik hated that look from everyone. He knew that he was sick but he hated that people didn’t hide their worries.

“I’m probably going to pack up tonight. I’ll see you though.” Erik wanted to get the interaction over with. He knew that Randy, along with his professors, meant well but everyone just looked at him like he was a child. Sure he was sick but he was still alive.

The walk to Erik’s apartment was shortened by the campus newspaper staff blocking the sidewalk. They were probably protesting against the budget cuts and Erik wasn’t in the mood to entertain them. He just wanted to be alone.

Sighing, Erik began to take the detour around the campus to get to his apartment. His watch disturbed the quiet silence of his walk after a few moments. He was due to take his last pill soon. Erik did grow tired of this. He took several pills each day and had nighttime treatments. It was all to delay the inevitable. Erik knew that he wasn’t progressing as well as he should be.

It’s not like he didn’t try. He tried herbal remedies, holistic approaches, and of course the medication prescribed by his doctors. However, Erik’s body seemed to be in overdrive and he just wasn’t making great progress.

His friends were concerned. Each year they didn’t know if his medical scares would be the end. He hadn’t known his mother and had little memory of his father. It was just him. School was therapy. He excelled at school at a young age and continued to do so. He wanted to learn more about his own condition so that maybe he could help others. That was the goal.

“Help! Help me!”

Erik’s thoughts were silenced by the piercing screams of a woman. He quickly surveyed the area and noticed a woman lying on the concrete across the street.

He hurried to the scene and surveyed her. She’d been wearing burgundy tights, black boots, and a black dress. Her coat decorated the sidewalk next to her. Even in distress Erik thought that she was stunningly beautiful.

“I was looking for the theatre until I was knocked down and robbed.” She frantically explained, her body shaking as she recounted the details.

“My leg is in so much pain. I don’t think that I can walk.” She sighed. Erik noticed the rip in her tights and the gravel stuck to her face.

“You took quite a fall ma’am. I think we should call an ambulance.” Erik admitted. His own chest began to tighten as he felt another wave of phlegm coming. He definitely needed to get home before he too needed an ambulance.

“I just want to call my sister. She lives here. Can I use your phone?” She asks Erik. Erik pats his pockets and is visibly annoyed at the fact that he doesn’t have his phone.

“It’s in my apartment. I don’t live far from here. Would you like me to help you there?”

He knew that she had the right to be hesitant about his invitation but he didn’t have too many other ideas. Most students were off campus at Rustee’s, the local sports bar, or elsewhere. This wasn’t a high traffic area and he felt uncomfortable about leaving her alone.

“That’s fine.” She admitted. She didn’t have too many other options and she was afraid of being alone and attacked even worse.

Erik carried the woman to his apartment. Just as he promised, it wasn’t too far from where she lied on the ground. He gently sat her down on the couch and disappeared to find his phone.

When Erik came back to the living area to offer his cellphone to the woman he was surprised by her ability to stand. She stood over the coffee table and studied the prescription bottles that belonged to Erik.

Erik went to speak but truly lost his words. He was intimidated by the view of her. She looked taller and she didn’t seem as helpless as before.

“I’m sorry that it had to be this way Erik.” She said softly. When she turned around to face Erik he indistinctly walked backwards. Her eyes were much darker than the hue that he witnessed outside under the moonlight.

“I promised myself that I’d only interfere if it got too bad.” She added as she walked closer to him. Erik was confused. What type of crazy woman did he invite into his home?

“I made a promise to N’Jobu that I’d protect you no matter what my love. I’m sorry that we had to meet under these circumstances.” She was starting to freak Erik out. Not even his closest friends knew the name of his late father. He didn’t talk about him.

“What are you talking about?” Erik finally asked. If he was going to be killed then he would use his last words to try to understand.

“You’re going to die Erik. We all see it and we’ve been silently waiting for you to get better. We wanted those medicines to work so badly before I needed to do this.” She explained. She was face to face with Erik now.

His chest was growing tighter and he couldn’t breathe properly. He was having a heart attack. He had no doubt that he was going to die in front of this woman. Erik’s eyes filled with tears. What’d he do to deserve this kind of life?

That’s when it happened. That’s when Erik’s head was harshly turned to the side and he was bitten by the woman. He didn’t notice the way that her teeth extended out and sank into him. All he could do is fall to the floor in agony.

Erik’s screams were heard by no one. He watched as the woman’s feet left his apartment and closed his door. He knew that he was due to die but would never expect it to happen like this.

He woke up several hours later to the sound of ringing. The alarm clock that woke him up each morning was overwhelmingly loud. He expected the morning aches that his body produced each morning as a result of the stiffness in his joints, but he was surprised by how well he felt. The usual morning hacking didn’t follow. Erik panicked. Was he dead?

The sunlight peeking through his curtains annoyed him. He didn’t seem bothered by the fact that he was on the floor because of how unfamiliar the situation was. He rushed in his bedroom to silence the alarm clock and nearly scared himself. The speed at which he was able to do that was strange. Everything about this morning is strange.

When he reappeared to his living room, sure to close the curtains this time, he sat on the couch and looked down at coffee table. All of his prescription bottles were empty. Now he was panicking. He was too terminally ill for that to happen.

Then memories of last night swirled through Erik’s mind. The woman who mentioned his father. Could it be? Erik quickly shut down those theories. He was a biologist. His entire career depended on logic and reasoning and explanation. That left zero room for theories that couldn’t be scientifically proven. Erik was just having a bad dream. There was no way in hell that a bite of a strange woman just changed the course of his life.

Oh how wrong he was.

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Chevalier & Clavis Childhood; Character Study ~550 words Chevlebration Day #3: Loyal / Fool

It is only now that I'm realising I should have made a silly banner for this, with Chev and a party hat pasted on top of his head... Oh well, there is always the next year, no?

This time, a story in which Clavis isn't the only loyal one... Vaguely understood, and of course, Chevalier is not admitting to anything.

Content Warnings: illness mention

To throw a weight over his shoulder was most efficient, especially when the person in question refused to submit. Clavis, aged five at the time, began his barrage of clumsy, uncoordinated kicks. Chevalier squeezed his legs firmer, although to little result. Angry roars – or a mewling of a petulant kitten – rose high under the tall ceiling of the palace corridors. The displayed sets of armour shuddered, hinges on their visors clattering.

“Let go! Let! Me! Go!” Clavis yelled, his fists hammering against his older brother’s back. His world swayed with another step, his body sliding dangerously towards one side. “CHEV!”

Chevalier stood still, and for a moment, the palace was swallowed into an overwhelming calm, where neither sound nor movement existed. He took a deep breath and released a heavy sigh — the vacuum collapsed at once, the sole uncertainty lying in whether it was due to him disrupting its peace, or whether because it had always been meant to fall, just as Clavis did. The boy’s stomach hit the ground with a loud thunk, his hands and chin both slamming against the stone floor shortly after.

“Yowch!” Clavis yelped as he sat up. “You could have — Chev — CHEV!” Clavis coughed, the collar of his shirt cutting into his neck. His body dragged over the tiles, Clavis thrashed, a fish taken out of the water, all the while coughing and spitting out further complaints.

“Chev — I can’t — BREATHE!”

“And yet you’re still just as loud.”

The portraits wished they could cover their ears, including the recently added bust of their father, the current King. Empty sangria eyes preserved in oil paint hid under a thin sheet of sleet, tension easing out of the visage only after his sons passed by him. In that regard, it was hardly different from the original.

The door to the infirmary opened.

Chevalier tossed Clavis onto the bed, metal springs shrieking under the unexpected weight.

“You —!” The shout died before the frustration contained within it thundered properly, throttled as Chevalier gripped Clavis’ face and made him open his mouth. A scoff twisted his features.

“Only a fool like you would hide chickenpox,” he complained, pushing the boy down.

“I’ll tell mama!”

“Tell her that you’ve nearly spread an infectious disease throughout the palace.”

The door shut behind Chevalier. Later that evening, the rash would take over his brother’s body, then already tormented by a high fever.

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Chevalier leafed through the pile of documents lying over his desk, deft hands dividing it into two shorter stacks. The door to the office opened just as he was finishing the task. An eternal smile plastered over his face, Clavis strode inside.

“Oh, Chev, your beloved younger brother is here to —” Sharp pages cut off the words, sheer disbelief stretching over his face. Clavis grabbed the papers outstretched towards him. “You’d die if you acted the slightest bit sociable, wouldn’t you?”

“You can work from your room.”

“And you could be nicer. I deserve at least an ‘Oh, Clavis, you are pushing yourself too hard, take a day off.’”

“Have Red deliver them by four past noon.”

The foreign affairs faction office quieted again soon enough, only the metallic scraping produced by the fountain pan disturbing the otherwise stationary air. Chevalier worked, as he would on any other day… and only he himself knew that the old chickenpox scar on his forearm started to itch again.

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mister-ious · 1 year ago

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this was a great suggestion from @thychuvaluswife to continue the YouTuber!Ghost scenario!

also sorry for posting this super late. been hit by a dangerous disease (procrastination)

I can just imagine Ghost being so done with the whole YouTube thing after the first few (viral) videos that'd been posted. God he’d let out the biggest sigh once Price tells him that he needs to do a Q&A.

The light scratching of Price’s pen on documents was the only sound in this room. Ghost stood right by the door of the office, a deadpan gaze set on whatever Price was signing—probably papers for the deployment of soldiers, maybe forms. "Your fans want you to do a, uh, what was it?" Price taps a rhythm onto his desk with his pen, "A Q and A. Yeah, that." Price smirks, "Soap and Gaz carefully hand-picked the questions just for you."

Ghost would be pissed. Like, out of everyone that was part/knew of this YouTube channel, Price was one of the people he thought would be against something like a Q&A.

"Are you fucking serious?" Ghost was, reasonably, upset; he more or less agreed to be part of this YouTube channel to 'educate people' and to 'promote the military'. He didn't sign up to be some sort of influencer big-shot with internet randoms telling him how hot he is. "You've got to be taking the piss here, Price. I'm not gonna do that."

Honestly, Ghost secretly likes being pined for in the comments. Strangers telling him how hot he is and that they might sign up for the military just for him. It was all too flattering... So sometimes he'd flex a little bit more in some of the videos, wear tighter clothes, shorter sleeves, maybe make his voice a little deeper and rougher even though it wouldn't matter since the editor obscures his voice—still hot either way.

"Hey, LT. Don't worry, me and Gaz picked the perfect questions just for you." Soap gave him a thumbs up, grinning at Gaz. "Don't start, Mactavish." Ghost glared sternly, sat at a desk in one of the offices, getting his mic clipped on and being given a laptop. "I'm just talking you up, sir."

Oh god, Ghost would be teased so hard by 141. He'd also be gossiped about around base, soldiers murmuring about how he went viral, how the internet is fiending for him, how it was unexpected and that he secretly loves the attention. The gossip born from the YouTube channel also gave him some secret admirers at the base—of course he's rejected all of them due to fraternisation.

"Heard that the viewers wanted a Q and A," Ghost introduced, lifting the laptop in his hand, "So.. here it is." "Woo!" Soap cheers, clapping his hands, leading a landslide of applause from everyone else in the room. Ghost grumbles a quiet "bloody hell" under his breath as he tilted his head down.

Post recording and editing, Soap would have his voice pitched annoyingly high as per Ghost's request whenever he'd butt in the Q&A. Gaz would laugh here and there but would ultimately stay quiet.

"First question– are you fucking serious? Who picked this? This isn't even a question." "Read it out, sir." Gaz chortles, earning a cold, mean, and bitter stare that screamed 'you won't get away with this' from his lieutenant. There's a slight grimace that makes itself visible from inside the balaclava. "Twerk." He mumbles, keeping his piercing stare on both Gaz and Soap—two big and beautiful smiles on their faces. Ghost looks back at the camera, exhaling, "Only special people get to see that, love."

was that even accurate? would he ever say that? i don't even know and i apologise if he was ooc here,,

The total amount of questions that made it into the roster for the video were ten. All were just: What do you look for in a woman? Can he post a video where he's shirtless? What was the ideal date? How tall are you? Do you prefer shorter people? Do you like men?

Ghost was able to sprinkle some of his silly puns in the video when he was asked about his best pickup line. "I got one for you." Ghost coughs, "I like women how I like my coffee. Ground up in a can." A silence that lasted longer than it should've followed.

I think that clip would probably get him in a bit of trouble on the internet—but not enough trouble where he had to go do something about it. Maybe just me though.

Oh my god and Gaz would put TikTok edits for Ghost to react to. It'd be so embarrassing I'm so sorry.

"How old are these people? What is this video tribute?"

The comments under this video would be filled with stuff about how he's so attractive, he has such a funny personality, 'i wont him'. The usual thirst comments. They’d also talk about the other Scottish and English dudes in the background. ‘Who are they?’

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mydahliarose · 27 days ago

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Love in the strawberry milk bath🪽🃏🔞

Pairings: niiri x Michael/miiri

Tags: male lactation, urethra insertion, motorboating, MINORS DNI!🔞

Fandoms: what in hell is bad?

Synopsis: although due to there circumstances they could never be fully intimate with one another. however in a spa day of relaxing in a milk bath together niiri found other ways to satisfy her angel lover.

Lukewarm water filled the rich tub halfway to the top. The temperature of the bathroom reaches the perfect warmth of relaxation, soothing both the couple's mood into a peaceful one.

When it came to self care, Michael was always strict about it, and especially when it came to his hair. Today he wanted a milk bath made from the clouds, he often collects them for his spa day besides feeding them to his little cloud dogs minions.

Milk baths have perfect benefits for the skin it can exfoliate and brighten your skin, perfect for a beautiful angel like himself to lavish himself in. But even more beautiful is that he would share this with niiri. A doll is the most perfect beauty of all so why not spoil her with this sweet treat as well?.

Michael pours the jar of cloud milk onto the warm water. the effects create a creamy condensed liquid, there was a hint of sugar if your nose got close to it.

Niiri got extra and added a few drops of honey for that exfoliating effect for his skin, add that with pink food dye and wala.

" I hope you like strawberries~" she winked, oh for sure he would look radiant once his outta here, in fact he would glow brighter than any star with these ingredients submerged in and smell delicious all together she thought to herself.

" Its my favorite dairy flavor infact." He walks over to lightly squish her cheeks. " You know me so well my psychic~". He begins removing his robe slowly it slithers down his body, his porcelain skin in full center now along with his chastity belt.

Niiri had to blink many times to not loose her composure, but her rapid heartrate might be her demise.

" Whew! Is it getting hot in here or is it just me?" She fans herself, face fully red that Michael couldn't help but chuckle.

" Careful niiri perhaps all this time I'm an incubus in disguise~." The unexpected tease made niiri cough then she played along. " abaddon demon a knew it!." Both begin laughing already having a good spa day.

" Alright alright niiri cmon remove that fabric and come submerge with me, i do so want to feel those arms embraced with me..." There was a hint of sultry in his sentence. " God he was good. In his command she did as she was told, her ball jointed body parts now in full view for Michael to see.

She pointe feet the surface water before dipping them all the way in. Michael submerges from the front, sighing of the light steam of the bath, stretching his legs out to in a v position to not feel cramped in. " Ahhhh~ this feels good..." Leaning his body to lay against her chest, he turns his head slightly awaiting his deserved head massages. " Tell me I'm a good boy..." With a purring tone how could she resist? Her delicate porcelain hand makes their way to his luchious raven locks. pouring a small amount of the condensed milk, pink liquid dripping down glistening his hair ever more brighter. The other hand slithered around his muscular chest wanting to be held like he said earlier, now he was completely spoiled by his demonic lover. " Your such a good boy~". She digs her long nails onto his scalp, every combing made him shiver down his spine including his wing. " So good in fact that you must always be rewarded like for this instant~." She traced a strand of hair on her finger, twerling his locks around it before moving it up her lips kissing it. " If only i could reward you in a way that would connect us in a much deeper level of our relationship..." She knew where this conversation was going, she hoped this wouldnt bring down the mood.

" i know love..." The hand that held his chest was brought to his lips for a gentle kiss of reassurance. regardless of the chastity belt situation being together laughing, teasing, and helping each other in their lowest moments where enough for him and her an emotional bond was always the strongest. But that never did stop them from having such intimate thoughts about each other in bed. " I assure you that your kindness for me has helped bring our relationship to a far greater path than ever and continues doing so everyday." He smiles, cupping her face while hes still facing foward. " So dont feel that without sex it's the end of the world ok? But perhaps one day maybe there will be a miracle of sorts..." For the divine and sin to connect as one is surriel.perhaps long ago if Michael hadn't met her hed do everything in his power to keep his purity locked for eternity and only for god to see, but then all that changed when he did met her, now he wants to know a feeling hes long craved. To be touched by the one he loves. " Angelica...that means alot, thank you..." In a blink till you miss it moment niiri was suddenly strikin by the pink milk on her face, caused by Michaels playfullness. " No more sadness or else ill start crying in both eyes we dont want that now do we?" She couldnt help but giggle. " Yeah yeah your right! But do that again or no more good boy for you!". Michael made a dramatic gasp of horror. " Your going to kill me with a broken heart! Ooooh~ then ill need doctor niiri to cure me back to health~". Without a warning Michael was suddenly pushed down, entirely submerged now head to toe then brought back up. " You said yourself no more sadness!" She pouts. " How was that sad?!". He began coughing violently from the amount of milk that passed through his throat. " You said id kill you! That makes me sad!" Oh now he gets it. " Fine you got me there dolly i apologize."

He returns to his original position, shifting himself to get comfortable as niiris arms fully embrace him now, head resting against his as she hums to him. "Apology accepted Angelica~" smile. The smell of honey and sugar was now ever more evident after Michael was pushed down. His auroma completely changed to a sweet dessert one that you cant get enough of. But most notably his skin was glistening into a full milky glow that was radiating bright under the sunlight that was coming from the top of there window view. When niiri moved around her arms he certainly felt slippery, however when she decided to take a peek down his milky body her face flushed red. His beautiful bare chests looked unbelievably etheral with the beam of the sun, she dosent know if its her mind playing tricks or not but she could have sworn she saw sparkles forming around in every light. But something else caught her attention, something that made her swallow her own saliva. A tiny droplet of diary began to trail down from his pretty pink nipple. now she would just wipe it with her hand and the end but then her thought wondered into a territory that had never pondered to. "...c-can angels...lactate?." What a stupid question she thought. If demons have the ability to make anything happen whats to say that applies to angels as well? She wasn't those demons that went through angel hood originally so shed never know. Well she would know now since unfortunately for niiri Michael heard her lewd mumbling. ".... come again?."

He opened one eye to look up. Oh dear, the embarrassment she felt right now. Too bad with no matter how much shed try to evade the question he was already onto her. " Uhhh...w-well first of i ment it as research purposes yeah!..so *do you?*..." She eagerly waited for his answer. "....well of course, after all any beings are capable of it, not just demons and angels. Anything is possible with us including you." He cocks down an eyebrow, still very much eyeing her. He felt there was something more to her than what she was leading onto besides such knowledge. Could she be indicating?....oh my. " Niiri...be honest with me, you where thinking about wanting a taste of me didnt you?". When she bite her lip trying to avoid eye contact that was all he needed to know. "Niiri out with it." Finger snapping to bring her back to his attention. " F-fine! Ok yeah i thought about it! I couldn't help it! When i saw how deliciously it dripped down there my mind went into a place i hadn't thought before..." Shes thought about making love to him top and bottom but never milking him until now. " If its to much i get it...i wont bring it up ever a-" . She was stopped abruptly when Michael said something she didnt expect him to say. " You can have some if youd like." He turns his entire body now, crossing his arms to rest on his chin looking like a siren entrancing somone. Now niiiri's mind raced with so many thoughts in her head that she lost her own signal to stay normal. " A-am i dreaming right now?". Michael placed a hand in her forhead almost like checking her temperature. " Nope, this is certainly very real my doll,". He sensually leans forward to her lips to kiss, it was sweeter than anything shes tasted before."so whats it going to be?". Sweet merciful roses hes worse than an incubu. And niiri thought she was the tempting one in the relationship. " Mmm...perhaps i am rather curious if it tastes just as yummy as this bath~"

And thus her inner minx began to slowly began to make way. A satisfied smirk made its way onto his lips. " Only one way to find out~". He scooted her over to switch positions. He properly adjusted himself to lay but not to low, he brought his beloved doll to his chest. Now she had a perfectly good front and center view of his well built body. " Woah..is it me or have theyve gotten bigger?" Michael couldnt help but chuckle ." Oh niiri your to cute." He swallows up her praise feeling prideful of himself. He caresses her hair before moving her close to his nipple, encouraging her to lavish in his flavor. " It is the most holiest of all natural production, and its all yours~, so go on." This was really going to happen, she never thought this day would come when they by a miracle be in this level of intimacy. Dear lord where to begin? Face in awe she leaned close to his left nipple. " So pretty.." she said softly before finally her lips touches his most sensitive part of his body. his rosey colored flesh combined with the strawberry dairy was like an aphrodisiac to her tongue. rolling around in a tease as she bops her head back and forth to tug it a bit. His body twitched in the sudden sensation of her mouth teasing him,sending his body in jolts of shockwaves running through through his lustful figure. Sweet honeysuckle moans escaped in Michaels mouth the more she lapped him up in great pleasure. She squeezes his occupied tit while the other gently massaged it, teasing her fingers around there to. Edging him on the sound of his pleasure ran echo in the washroom, althou outside it was only there room but behing that door was the hallways of the exorcists church anyone could walk past and hear his loud sin. Oh god if they caught him in the act what will they think? Would they disgrace him for betraying his title and oath? And yet why is the thought of getting caught in this act so thrilling in a place like this? Oh has the angel gone mad?

Perhaps so now that his imprisoned cock Awakened into the sensation of his lovers admiration. The angels legs began to shift around, uncomfortable that niiri cant do much to build up his belief. Although with her long thin nails that can cut anyone if she wanted to seemed to be a perfect fit to his entrance of the belt. " A-ahh!~ m-my d-doll~ nghh! P-please enter down t-there-A-ahhh~! W-with those b-beautiful n-nails- mmmf! I-i need~ngh! N-need to feel them~ a-ahh~". He said with such desperation in his tone that niiri couldnt help but find him cute in this state of bliss. " Since youve been such a good boy in taking all this pleasure ill reward you with it~." She mumbled while still tugging into him. Not only that but years upon years having your manhood caged up for the sake of devoting to a single entity must be uncomfortable niiri has always felt bad for him in that aspect so shed relieved him in whatever manner she can. The hand that massaged his right chest began to slither down his urethra opening, adjusting her slender sharp nail to dig in his tip. " N-Ngh!." All it took was just the sharp edge to enter in him for his legs to jolt in an embrace wrapped around her waist, once it began to go in deeper his grip became tighter. His thighs where incredibly strong for an angel that represented war how fitting, it aroused niiri so much that it only encouraged her to please him even more. Her nail slide upward and downward, scratching very gently in his sticky walls. all the while she stayed completely concentrated in soring up his glanse to leak out. Not only where his legs bounded around niiri, but so where his arms now crossed around her back bieng squeezed tighter in his embrace now. Both partys began to moan blissfully, one muffled while the other released years of sexual repression through his voice. " Y-your to good~." Tears began flowing from feeling stimulated beyond belief, shaking the more niiri teased his pretty pink walls.

Tongue toying around in a dance of tango, his tit seemed to have begun to finally leak some product out. " Mmmf~ its finally coming out~." Her pacing became increasingly faster. the drooling of her saliva dripped down along with his pre leaked lactation, squeezing his big muscled breast to bring it all out. " N-niiri i-i f-feel-." More beautiful lustrous moans from the heavens escape once he finally began to leak all his white creamy calcium onto her mouth. The doll demon swallowed it euphorically, sweet as vanilla with perhaps almost a sugary feel to it. This was worth every moment, perhaps this bathtub would be even better if it was filled with only his natural lactation instead. Niiri giggled at such a silky thought but one can only hope, shed lick from top to bottom of the bath so that the strawberry condensed milk mixed up with his making the experience even better than it already is. " You are so deliciously sweet my angel~". Now all that was left was to finally release him of all his pent up fluids inside, the hot sticky sperm already building up, touching her tip of the sharp nail as she kept it in. Michael squirmed around with the need to finally let it all out, halo glowing so brightly ever more so after his lactation. "N-niiri!! A-ahh! P-please! I-im g-gonna-." His face was red beyond belief, tears completely dripping down as his tongue nearly sticked out from this once in a life feeling for him. Niiri removed her hand from his chest to cup his face, then moving up to give him a sweet kiss of love. making out with him, lips now covered in his own flavor mixed with the tub of strawberry honey. " You may~." She mumbled in his wet lips as she finally releases herself inside of him. Spurts of hot liquid pooled around the dairy bath now soaked in fluids. This last orgasm flashed his halo so bright that niiri hid in his chest almost motorboating onto him until finally he calmed. "Ahh...ahh...that was... something...".

He took a deep sigh of relief, god he hadn't felt that good in well...ever really. He leaned down to kiss niiri's head while caresssing her in his praise. " Good angel...your my good angel my beloved niiri~.." she blushes at his comment, nuzzling deeper into his chest feeling bashful. " I-i cant believe we did that! I never thought wed connect in such a way until now...". Michael chuckled. " Its all thanks to your little mumbling earlier, otherwise if i hadn't heard it I wouldn't have been so tempting about it~." Niiri smacked his beautiful pecks light heartedly from his slight tease. " And i thought demons where freaky god your worse!". Still bieng buried in his chest suddenly Michael squeezed both his pecks sandwiching niiri into a motorboating session for one last innocent mischievous playfullness. "MMF!" "Perhaps your right dolly, but i trust youll be keeping this naughty side of me a secret hm? Otherwise it would be ashamed if i squished your pretty face if you don't~." Of course he knew she would, but its fun to mess with her like this once in a while. muffled voices could be heard. " MMF! YEAH YEAH YOU SEXY FUCK, YOU KNOW I WON'T JEEZ!." part of her didnt try to break free from his grasp but rather she seemed to enjoy being smothered by his tits quite alot. " You promise?" He smirked down. " Yes yes! You know i never break a promise we make especially when we did something like that!." He pushed them together squeezing her further. " Forever and ever?". At this point she might as well not breathe. " YES YES!". the angelic bastard pondered for a bit and then finally he released her. " Ahh look at you... Your so red like an apple i could just eat you up~." Michael leaned in to kiss her cheek then looks at her with his innocent smile. "...hehehe you learned from the best i see~." Now that Michaels gotten used to teasing her back the way she always did to him. Shes never felt even more equal to him. " Your right, i did~. Be prepared for more dolly~."

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