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what are you planning?

you guys really arent fucking ready :)

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yall arent ready

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Eventually, Darling: Chris Redfield x Pregnant!Reader

You were going to kill him when he gets home.

You hissed as you tried to shift yourself only to freeze up when the pain in your lower back throbbed and pulsed with an anger so hot it made your head swim. You gave up once again, butt sinking back down to the couch that had started to make the poor muscles sore from sitting for too long. Your nails sank into the upholstery, clawing at the overstuffed fabric as you at least tried to nudge yourself up, but the pain just erupted again. You sighed, defeated once again, and sank into your misery.

Maybe you should’ve listened to Chris when he brought up the idea of Claire coming to help you out for this last week.

It was weird to know that in just one week, Chris would be off work for at least six months unless something dire happened. You’ve become so used to his sporadic schedule that when you got pregnant, it was like your world was kicked off of its kilter when Chris was suddenly going on shorter missions and taking less risks. And speaking of the devil, you were suddenly reminded of what he did to you when you felt something inside of you constrict before a sharp pressure was placed against your bladder. You whined, sighing through your nose as you glared over your very large tummy at the phone sitting on the coffee table. You cursed at yourself internally, scolding yourself for making such a silly little mistake.

Ever since it became a bit harder to bend over or even get up from sitting, you’ve made it a good habit to keep your phone close by and on your person at all times. But today, your fleeting memory has cursed you. You had set your phone down on the coffee table for just a second as you grabbed a baby catalog from the side table. It was as you were in the process of sitting did you realize your horrible mistake. That was a few hours ago.

And here you are now; Butt hurting, bladder being used as a punching bag, bored from looking over the same shit multiple times in a catalog that didn’t pique your interest anymore, and your throat started to hurt. You had been calling out for your phone, trying to get it to call Chris or Claire or Jill- anyone! But the stupid recognition didn’t want to detect anything after you say “Call.” Technology may be advancing, but voice recognition really is stuck.

You hissed again when you felt another sharp kick to your organs, placing a hand over your growing belly and massaged the taut skin beneath the maternity dress.

You changed course; Going from cursing yourself for putting you in this position to cursing Chris goddamn Redfield for getting you pregnant. How could he?

And with twins, nonetheless.

You remembered the first time you told Chris you were pregnant almost eight months ago. You were trembling, wiping the bile that remained on your lip as you stared anxiously at the pregnancy tests sitting on the bathroom countertop. You had used all of them in the box, all five sitting there thinking, trying to detect if you were pregnant or not. You kept nervously picking the box up from the trash can, rereading the same shit over and over again from the back of the box. Fifteen minutes, over 98% accurate, easy to use. If you paid that much for this box, it should be a higher fucking accuracy! And there was a picture of a woman smiling while holding the stupid white stick. You threw the box back into the trash and bit back the feeling of needing to vomit again. Why did that woman look so fucking joyful but here you were sweaty, puking and trembling with building anxiety.

You kept glancing at the small clock you kept on the sink’s countertop, then back down to the tiled floor, then back to the clock. It was like time was teasing you, making this all go by so fucking slowly just to drag out the suspense. You took these stupid tests at a quarter to eight. Right? Or was it five til?

You decided to bite the bullet. They should be done by now anyway. It felt like you were reaching for the most important thing in the world. When you grabbed onto the first one, it felt so fucking cold in your clammy hands. You gripped it so tight you heard the plastic creaking. You kept your palm covering the little screen, you brought it close to your chest. Ripping the bandaid off, you uncovered the test.

‘Pregnant.’

You felt the air leave your body. You dropped the test and picked up the next one.

‘Pregnant.’

And the next.

‘Pregnant.’

You dropped it and picked up the last two with quaking hands.

‘Pregnant.’ And ‘Pregnant.’

Holy shit. It wasn’t like you both were avoiding this, to bed fair. You just didn’t think it would happen this fast. You didn’t think this is how it would feel. For some reason, you thought this would’ve been a bit romantic oddly. But no. You’re here, chilled from the cold bathroom, smelling of vomit and sweat holding sticks you’ve peed on while looking like a bit of a disaster.

You didn’t know what to do. The panic started to set in. What do you do? Doctor- Gotta call a doctor and confirm this. What about Chris? You’re on his insurance, they’ll call him, they’ll send him a reminder text for it and then he’ll question you about it thinking you’re actually sick.

Chris.

How are you going to tell Chris?

 He was still out on deployment, somewhere down on the other half of the world where it’s probably warm and sunny, feeling a lot better than this cold ass bathroom. You had to tell him. Would he freak out? Would he get mad? No- This is Chris. He would do the usual Chris thing and just be silent as stare down at the pregnancy tests in those big hands of his. He’d study them as if he were studying for a goddamn test at Harvard and ask you if they’re real and if they’re yours, the blockhead.

It wasn’t until two weeks later, Chris had come home and you had gotten the positive test from the doctor that you were pregnant. And like clockwork, when you greeted him at the door with a big kiss and a bigger hug, when you pulled away to let him shrug off his jacket he asked you about the doctor visit. You cursed internally. He was nonchalant about it, hanging his jacket up with a smile still on his face, probably thinking it was just a checkup or something minor like allergy medication.

But it was so much more.

“We need to talk.”

You froze at your word choice. Chris comically stopped moving with eyes wide. It was like death’s toll had been rung.

Why the fuck did you start it out like that?

So many thoughts were running through Chris’ mind. Horrible thoughts, but they all came to a screeching halt when he was handed two things: A white stick in a plastic sandwich bag, and a small black photo. He knew immediately what those were. His world lit up with color once again as he took both items so cautiously you would think they would break if someone breathed on them.

He cradled the pregnancy test with both hands. The little screen still said ‘Pregnant.’ The word was probably burned onto the screen. He then picked up the photo and examined it with the other hand, steely blue eyes seeming so bright and almost glassy. A smile spread wide across his chiseled face as a laugh rumbled from within. He looked back at you, tears sitting along his waterline.

“Is this real?” he asked you, his voice was so small and threatened to shake.

“It’s real. I’m four weeks along.”

Four weeks. One month of being pregnant. And you had to find out alone at home without him there. You must've been so scared.

Chris looked back at the photo as you came up beside him, leaning in and wrapping yourself around him the best you could. Though the picture was dark, Chris could make out one dot clear as day nestled inside of your womb. Narrowing his trained eyes a bit, he noticed another one that was a lot more faint.

“What’s this?” he pointed at the faint dot.

“Another baby.”

The bag slipped from his grip as he grabbed the photo with both hands. Another laugh rang out from him, full and hearty, coming from his belly. He suddenly grabbed you, hoisting you in his arms as he gave you another tight hug.

The memory was a sweet one, something you’ll cherish for the rest of your life. But this? You groaned internally as you felt both of the little monsters inside of you moving about.

It was when you were trying to escape for the umpteenth time when the front door opened to reveal your husband. On top of his own luggage, he had two plastic bags in each fist filled to the brim as well as a bouquet of flowers balancing between his teeth. His eyes widened when he saw you, quickly dropping everything at the door and placing the flowers down on the shoe rack by the door. He could tell from the look on your face that you were miserable.

“What’s wrong, angel?”

God, you missed him. The spite you had suddenly melted away to a gooey warmth. You looked up at him pitifully and sank back into the couch.

“Help me,” you whimpered pathetically.

The look of worry washed away, a faint smile pulling on his lips as he rounded the couch to stand in front of you. You held out your hands which Chris took gently. His hands were big, much larger than yours. He was always so careful when he took them, afraid that he would hurt you. His hands were rough, calloused on the pads of his fingertips, small scars embedded in his skin, but they always felt so soft and so safe to you. He nudged the coffee table back with his boot to give him some space before he carefully hoisted you up. As you fully stood up for the first time in hours, you let out a glorious exhale. Your body was so happy to be standing, your back was screaming praises while your swollen ankles and feet were bitching up a storm.

“Better?” your husband hummed as he bent over to press a kiss on your forehead.

“So much better.” You tried to hug him, but your big belly didn’t really allow you to. It was a bit soul-crushing to be able to fully press up against Chris and hug him tightly like you used to be able to do and it honestly made you feel bad about yourself. “Goddamn it,” you sighed.

You arched your back and rubbed at your sore flanks, hissing as your spine cracked a bit before you stood up. You were reminded that the dress you were wearing wasn’t that good of a fit anymore. It was tight around your belly and rode up in the front a bit. It was your favorite one out of the whole bunch, too, aside from Chris’ clothes - and even those had started to become too snug for your liking. Chris had placed his hands on your belly and rubbed soothing patterns into your sore sides. Almost like it was magic, the twins calmed down almost instantly inside of you. Chris bent down a bit, getting on one knee, he pressed a kiss to your clothed tummy.

“How’ve my boys been since I left?” he mused.

You had both learned that you’re having boys a few months ago.

He looked up at you and you could barely see his eyes over how big you were. It made you feel a little weird, like a small icy pain had grown in the pit of your stomach.

“Using me like a punching bag. One of them really likes to kick at my bladder, almost peed myself yesterday.” Chris huffed a laugh out before he pressed another kiss to your belly. He removed his hands for just a second only to snake them up the front of your dress and plant them right back where they were on your skin. His hands felt so warm on your cold belly. Through the skin, he could feel his sons inside of you, barely feeling them press against you. “Your hands feel so warm.”

“Why didn’t you call if you were stuck on the couch? I would’ve come home sooner.”

“I would’ve, but I put my phone on the coffee table like an idiot and I sat down right when I realized.” You felt a pull at your throat and a sting in your eyes. “And I’m too big and fat to get up on my own, so-”

“Hey, hey- You’re not fat.” Chris stood up, his hands leaving from under your dress to grab your shoulders gently. He looked you dead in the eye, brows knit with worry. “You’re pregnant. We’re having twins.” He brought his thumb up to wipe away the tear you didn’t know you had rolling down your cheek. “Look, I have just one more week and then I’m yours for the next six months. I’m at your beck and call, I’ll get you whatever you want when you want it. I’ll do everything for you.” He brushed the hair away from your face and drew you in closer until your big belly was pressed against his sculpted one. “I love you, (Y/n). This is all just a part of the process. I promise you, it will all be over soon.”

“I don’t think I can do another four weeks, Chris-”

“You can. You’re so strong, angel.”

“I can’t even get up out of bed in the morning right anymore.” Your hormones were raging like a bull and you quickly found yourself bawling your eyes out. “I knock so much shit over. Most of my maternity clothes don’t fit. I can’t bend over to do anything around here without almost tipping over! I can barely breathe because my guts are all squished up into my chest.” Chris wiped away your tears as quickly as he could. “I’m just over it, Chris!”

“I know, I know, sweetheart. You don’t have much longer to go.”

“I can’t even hug you right-”

You found yourself hiccuping, wiping at whatever tears Chris couldn’t get with the collar of your dress.

“That’s okay; I know what you’re trying to do. You’re doing the best you can.”

Your cries and hiccups slowly came to a stop as you and Chris both stood there in your living room. Chris had tilted your head up to look him in the eyes. Even now when your face is all wet and sticky and your eyes are a bit red, nose runny and lips quivering; He thought you couldn’t be more beautiful.

“‘m sorry,” you mumbled out.

“Don’t worry about it, angel. This happens.” You both stood there in silence. You nervously chewed at your bottom lip as you tried to calm down a bit more while Chris continued to trace invisible patterns on your cheeks while looking down at you with those lovely blue eyes. “Can I show you something?”

You didn’t respond verbally, only nodding as you sniffled. Chris carefully turned you to your side before bending over again. You suddenly gasped when you felt your feet swing off of the floor, hands snatching onto Chris’ brawny shoulders as he hoisted you into his arms bridal-style. It always felt so magical when he would do this. But now? You really felt weightless in his arms as he effortlessly scooted you up a bit in his arms and started on a trek up the stairs and through the house. He nudged the door of your bedroom open with his boot and slowly entered.

He set you down on the floor just beside the bed and stayed behind you. He pointed your head towards the floor-length mirror by the closet and turned your body to face it as well. He was so much taller than you, and so broad and muscular. He dragged you until your back was flush with his front and Chris brought his hands up to embrace your belly from behind.

“Look at you,” he purred in your ear. “You’re so gorgeous.”

“Chris-”

“I love the way you look.” He pressed a kiss right below your ear. “It almost makes me wanna get you pregnant again.”

His hands ran along the rounded curve of your pregnant belly, massaging at your sore hips and rubbing the underside.

“You better not.” You and Chris both shared a laugh. You watched as Chris seemed mesmerized with your belly. “Labor’s gonna be a pain. They’re gonna punch a hole through me”

“I know I was bitch coming out of my mom,” Chris smirked. “I was a pretty big baby. There was one photo on the day I was born of my dad holding me up like I was a prize winning catch.” That earned a laugh from the both of you. “You can ask Claire. When my mom was in labor with her, she came out so fast, my dad swore it was because I made the hole big enough. She slid right out like she was all buttered up.”

You found yourself laughing at that. While as horrifying as it sounds, it was honestly pretty funny. Your hands came up to join Chris’ just as your sons started up on their antics again, pushing up against your belly some more.

“Looking forward to it,” you stated as plainly as you could with a smile on your face.

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Sympathy For Wolves: Werewolf!Blackwatch!Cole Cassidy x Fem!Reader

Chapter 9: The Pain

"The ancients thought pure metals purified the blood." ~ Ginger Snaps

A terrified, wavering scream pierced through the eerily silent woods. Feminine hands wildly snatched at whatever foliage lied before her, swatting a way through the branches and lifted roots, doing her absolute best to not become entombed by such nature and fall behind. Even over the trilling of her heartbeat in her ear, she could still hear it behind her. Was it even still behind her? Her eyes shot in every direction, following intently with every branch snapping and squelching of mud whether it was hers or the beast’s. It came from all around her, surrounding her, damning her to this horrifying hell as she was left in the middle of these forsaken woods cold, soaking wet, and all alone while sporting some nasty injuries.

She kept pushing forward, urged on by nothing more than pure adrenaline at this point. Her palms were numb from grabbing at branches, her fingernails were all chipped and scratched up, dirt muddied her hands and burned at the cuts in her skin. She wasn’t able to move much more out of her way, the pain in her left bicep was becoming too great, throbbing and pulsing the faster her heart thrashed against her ribcage that was starting to feel all too tight now. She was openly bleeding, a deep trio of gashes tore their way through her bicep and destroyed the sleeve of her issued uniform coat, the once proud blue was now a murky purple, blood seeping into the expensive fibers the more she bled out.

The pain was starting to become more present. Her vision was starting to sway and become blurry as she tried to blink away the tears. Her left arm was becoming too heavy to keep up, weakly grasping at branches only to meekly push them away, barely doing anything to get them to move. She was injured elsewhere, too. She was sporting a nasty cut on her right calf, a light gash barely missing her ankle and instead dug right into the back of her leg. She was hobbling now, no longer sprinting as the beast had finally tired the agent out. Her back was also lit ablaze. She couldn’t judge the damage, but she could feel the open wounds torn into her from how the blood dribbled down her back and coattails. She was losing too much blood too fast.

Even as her body tried to shut down, she could still hear it somewhere around her; Snuffling and purring in the darkness, prowling around, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. She wasn’t going to give it the satisfaction.

She didn’t know where the relay point was having lost both her compass and communicator when she was jumped by the beast about a mile back, her gun and knife holsters had also been torn from her person which left her with only one pitiful little boot knife to defend herself from a towering monster. She’d never seen anything like it before, it was like something from a horror movie had crawled right off of the silver screen and right into the labyrinth of woods that encased her, drowning her.

She didn’t get a good look at it at first, only catching a glimpse of two yellow eyes cutting through the dark before it pounced on her, nearly overpowering her had it not for have been for the towering trees with tangling roots and branches to halt the thing in its place. She had fallen out of the beast’s clutches onto her back, having to scoot away on her hands and ass, staring up at the thing with wide eyes and her mouth agape as she ignored her wounds at first. It was big, bigger than anyone she’s ever encountered before. It was hairy all over with these big hands that could easily take her out should it so please. A snout carved through the darkness, a long tongue lolling out as its mouthful of fangs glistened in the night. As she scooted back, managing to make it to her feet, she couldn’t help but feel something utterly familiar about the monster before she turned and ran.

She caught glimpses of its eyes here and there, mostly from looking over her shoulder to the void swallowing the foliage behind her. She could smell its rancid breath, gag on the stench of wet dog as it chased her relentlessly.

Something suddenly caught her by the uninjured ankle and cut her off from her hobbling. Her chest smacked the ground first, knocking whatever air out of her and forcing a pathetic wheeze from her lips when she tried to scream. Her jaw ached from where she landed, sore, a shocking pain from the left side of her face where she most definitely dislocated it. Her trembling hands snatched up the muddy grass and roots and tried to push herself up, only managing to have enough strength to prop herself up on her elbows as she weakly looked around. Panting, swallowing thickly, she could taste the blood that started to bite at the back of her tongue as she wildly looked around at the trees for the beast. When she didn’t hear the damned monster, she instead swung her body around as best as she could to her tangled up ankle, biting back the pained scream as her entire body protested. Through the darkness, she could truly see how fucked up her ankle was; Completely twisting in a different direction, boot resting uncomfortably, squeezing tight around her foot and calf as her body did its absolute best to resupply itself with adrenaline.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, rolling over the towering trees and echoing through the woods. A brief flash of distant lightning did so little to light up anything down here- but it did catch something. Her eyes were pinned on one specific group of trees where she had seen it just seconds ago.

It was here.

It was stalking her.

There was no need to keep chasing prey that could no longer run.

She could hear it chuff somewhere around her, almost like it was taunting her for breaking her ankle, belittling her for getting caught. She followed the sounds it made; Stomping through the foliage, branches snapping under its heavy weight, mud sloshing, yet she never caught another glance at it.

Though her heart was trilling in her ears and her body was becoming heavy, fury overpowered her senses. Gritting her teeth, she yanked the boot knife from its strappings on her broken ankle and flipped it open just as the rain started to settle in. She held it out defiantly, her tears mixed with the fat rain droplets that soon soaked her person.

“Come on, you fucker!” she screamed. 

The two yellow eyes appeared through the darkness, gleaming at her, towering over her despite being yards away. She wasn’t going to allow herself to be toyed with, to be food for the beast to play with. She didn’t dare sit up more, opting to just hold the knife with both hands and jut it towards the beast.

Another flash of lightning graced her with an actual view of the beast- smashing the wall of false confidence to pieces when she saw it: As clear as day, a monster- a werewolf - bigger than Reinhardt yet wearing the opposite uniform colors as her.

Barely clinging onto thick dark brown fur was a torn uniform of a Blackwatch soldier.

Cole rubbed his eyes roughly, pinching at his bridge while his temples flared with aching pain. He pulled away with an inhale, not fully opening his eyes as the stark and sterile white of Angela’s office combined with the fluorescent lights burned at his retinas. It wasn’t just how bright everything was, it was also the smell. He almost debated on getting up and leaving the second Angela had him hop up on the examination chair. Everything reeked of bleach and various medicinal cleaners; With a doctor as clean of a freak as Angela, it didn’t surprise anyone if they would walk in to see her scrubbing something down with a toothbrush if they had walked in unexpectedly. He winced when he shifted- not because he was in any pain, but from the noise the waxy paper made underneath him when he moved. It was like nails on a chalkboard, making his ears shriek and ache from such a minor movement.

He woke up not too long ago from yet another horrible nightmare, having barely getting maybe four hours of sleep. It had been the norm for the entirety of the past three weeks since he had woken up. Today, it was maybe half past seven o’clock in the evening when he was brutally woken up.

But this time, something was off.

It was like walking into your home, a home you’ve lived in for so long and knew where exactly everything is- and someone had come and shifted everything ever so slightly. He was knocked off kilter, disoriented, head full of fog and cotton while he had an undeniable feeling that something was horribly wrong. When he sat up in bed, it felt like there was a heavy weight on his chest yet he felt absolutely weightless. Through the darkness of the blackout curtains he had drawn, he could make out where everything is in his room despite always stumbling and tripping over every little thing when there were no lights on.

He was thanking his lucky stars when Angela finally got back to him about medical advice, the good doctor finally managing to get a break in all of the chaos to finally sit down with him and try to figure out what could possibly be wrong with him without Moira being around.

He was completely lost in thought, staring down at his boots firmly planted on the short stair before the examination chair, when Angela knocked sharply three times. Cole winced at the noise, sucking at his teeth for a brief second as the Swiss doctor asked if she could come in. The door slid open to reveal the blonde holding a neat stack of folders and notepads in one hand while the other sported a beige coffee mug nearly filled to the brim and steaming.

“How are we feeling today?” she beamed as she set down her supplies at her little desk by the door.

“Not too great, doc,” Cole muttered as his knee started to bounce unconsciously.

Angela frowned at the statement and quickly opened up her holopad and scrolled through Cole’s files.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been able to see you since you were discharged almost one month ago.” Cole didn’t respond, knowing that she was a busy woman and there was not much he could do to help. Angela took the pen that rested on her ear and clicked it, placing the head to her notepad and looked right Cole. “Tell me, what are you currently experiencing?”

He hesitated for a moment. Does he tell her the truth? The full truth? The nightmares about monsters? Turning into one? Nightmares where you’re involved in gruesome ways? Or his eyes? The claws? His teeth? The recurring bouts of rage or the mind-altering lust?

“I, uh- I’m havin’ nightmares, can’t sleep too long. Haven’t slept much since.” Angela started scribbling. “And I think I’m hallucinatin’ because of it.”

“With what you went through, it’s very common to have post-traumatic stress. I’ll refer to one of the therapists after this.” She made a note on the side and then looked at him. “Would you like to tell me what you’re having nightmares about?”

Cole swallowed thickly, hands gripping the edge of the examination table to the point the leather creaked. He can’t be honest with her. Can he? She is a doctor, after all. But whatever she writes down, she may have to report it to Morrison and Reyes if it’s bad enough.

“That thing that used me as a chew toy- Did ya’ll ever find out what that thing was?” he changed the topic.

“Not really. Some Overwatch ground troops recovered files about experimentations, most of them having passed quickly. The one that didn’t, it just… cuts off. It was the same day it all happened.” That didn’t do much to quell the anxiety viciously bubbling in his gut right now. “I’ve seen the photographs recovered as well-” Angela looked horribly uncomfortable, “-and I can’t quite come to understand it myself. It looked… supernatural. It was almost as if Talon was engineering monsters.” Angela cleared her throat as looked back at Cole. “Now, your nightmares. Anything in particular?”

“Mostly about that thing chasin’ me, chasin’ (Y/n).”

“(Y/n)? How is she taking to this? I know she’s been at your side as much as she can be.”

“She’s worried. Terrified, probably.”

“Of what happened to you?”

“Of me.” Angela’s writing cut off quickly. He gripped the leather tight enough to make his knuckles go white. “Ang, you gotta help me. I don’ know what’s happenin’ to me and it’s eatin’ me alive.” He made eye contact with the doctor for the first time since her coming in. “It’s- It’s more than nightmares and not sleepin’. I’m gettin’ violent, nearly tore into Reyes my first day back! I’m hallucinating things happenin’ to me in mirrors and shit. I’m smellin’ all types of shit I shouldn’ be, hearin’ shit when I shouldn’. I’m exhausted! I’m starvin’ all the damn time! I’ve been cravin’ raw meat and shit.” Angela wore a horrified look on her face. “I’m fuckin’ terrified of what’s happenin’ to me, and fuckin’ Moira’s been no goddamn help at all!”

Angela stared blankly off into the distance before turning to her holopad. She scrolled through and typed quickly before seemingly finding what she was looking for. She had a look on her face like it was dawning on her that her husband cheated on her for years, the slow realization that what she thought all this time was actually a lie.

“She pulled blood from you?”

“Yeah- What? Did she find somethin’ and not say shit?”

“She’s been using it in all of these random tests that make no sense.” Her crystal blue eyes scanned the notes and results before she tensed up. “Do you know if she took samples while you all were there? Anything from the labs?”

“We got split up, I don’ know. Why?”

“Because according to this, she’s been testing your blood to see if it matches up with a sample from there.”

“And?”

“It’s a near match in some areas.”

It felt as though he had been sentenced to hang by high noon, like a bullet had shot through his chest, as though he had been plunged in polar waters. A complete shock went all throughout his body, halting everything; even his blood, he swore. All he could feel was the thumping of his heart- not the sound, but the feel - knocking away against his entire chest. Everything that was racing in his mind, going millions of miles an hour, had come to a screeching halt.

He felt like he was going to fucking vomit.

“What does that mean?”

He went back to staring at the floor, hyper-fixated on the pale gray grout surrounding the sterile white tiles, specifically the intersection right under where Angela had been bouncing her leg on. Dread completely blanketed over him. It was like he was being told he had an incurable disease- Hell, that’s really what’s going on here. He was infected, had been this entire time. Whatever that monster spread to him has been changing him ever since he woke up from that damn coma.

“I- I don’t know, Cole.” She tilted the screen of her holopad and hesitantly looked at him before glancing back at her notes. “I’ll find the answers, I’ll confront her if I have to.”

“And what if she doesn’t tell you what’s wrong with me?”

He could feel the anger start to boil inside of him, flooding his senses all so suddenly, clouding his judgment. He could feel his nails start to sink into the leather, feel the ache in his fingertips as those wretched claws spread from his nailbeds. He heard her swallow as she adjusted her glasses, pushing the thick black frames up the bridge of her nose.

“Then I’ll run my own tests, if you’ll let me.”

Something about that really pushed his buttons. He knew deep down that she was doing her absolute best to help him, but something just felt horribly wrong. Running her own tests on him? What was he- some kind of lab rat? Her own little experiment? What would happen to him if it all really did come back that he was going to become that thing? Like the one from his nightmares? Lock him in a cell? Chain him up like some kind of wild animal? Experiment on him until something finally snaps and he does what that beast did a month ago?

He kept his mouth shut, he knew he had to. He bit his tongue a little too hard on sharp teeth. A copper taste ran bitterly through his mouth and down the back of his tongue as his jaw tensed.

Before either of the two could say anything more, Cole’s communicator chirped to life. It startled him, the high-pitched clicks shocked him out of his simmering thoughts and actually made him flinch. Was it always this loud? Glancing at Angela, she wasn’t wincing at the sound like he was, instead, occupying herself with writing down notes and glancing back at her holopad. Fishing the damn thing from his belt, it kept chirping in his ears like church bells until he brought up the screen, silencing the alert.

‘Private Training Room - G. ~ Reyes.’

Pinned to the message was also Shimada, but not Moira. He couldn’t judge if that was a good thing or not as he slid off of the examination chair.

“I gotta go, Ang,” Cole muttered, unsure of how to end this very awkward and terrifying conversation.

Angela took a moment to think over her words before she nodded, watching as Cole stalked past her.

Just as he waved his hand over the sensor to open the door, it had slid open from the other side to reveal Moira. She looked a bit shocked to see Cole standing before her, but she quickly fixed her face to once again appear impassive. In her arms held stacks of folders - some messy and some neatly organized - as well as a few books and some long sheets of paper with what looked to be test results. He caught sight of some small, thin tubes held in her hand; but he couldn’t make out what was inside of them. His blood, if he had to make a guess, most likely congealed or frozen for Angela to test.

“Cassidy,” she hissed.

He had no means to greet her back. Sensing the tension, she stepped aside just enough for Cole to squeeze by. He didn’t make an effort to say goodbye, just keeping his eyes pinned to the end of the hallways as he started for the private training rooms. He could feel their eyes on him, watching intently as he marched away from them. But despite being a good few dozen yards down the hall, he could hear Moira and Angela give sarcastic greetings to one another.

“We need to talk about Cassidy,” he heard Moira state coldly before the door slid shut.

It made his steps falter a bit, Cole having to come to a complete stop only to start back up. Hopefully, Reyes knew something.

He wasn’t expecting you to be there, so imagine his surprise when he opened the door to the last private training room specifically reserved for Blackwatch members to see you and Genji standing there talking with Reyes patiently waiting propped up by the door. As Cole passed into the room, Reyes shot him a look of unknown emotion, most likely faltering on worry. Genji wore his usual cold and closed-off demeanor while you looked to be an absolute bundle of nerves.

This was the first time seeing you in a couple of days with you having to join along on a short transport trip to the Overwatch base in Maine. No doubt that made his sleeping habits even worse. You looked as though you hadn’t slept since you left, the skin under your eyes was dark and your uniform was all wrinkled and your hair was a bit disheveled. Something deep inside of him thought that maybe you knew what was wrong with him, that you were told before he was, that you all were told what the absolute fuck was wrong with him.

“How’re you feeling?” Reyes was the first to break the silence. “Saw you put in an excuse to see Angela. Things looking okay?”

“Don’t know, had to come here.”

Reyes looked away for a moment, an uneasy expression painting over his face. He looked horribly uncomfortable as Genji shot a questioning look at their commander.

“I got back an hour ago. You weren’t in your room,” you piped up. “Genji passed me by and told me that you three were meeting in here.”

Genji looked between the three of you suspiciously, squinting and probably sneering beneath his faceplate. He had no fucking clue what was going on here and probably thought this was supposed to be some sort of training.

It actually looked to be that too. The mats were splayed out on the floor and anchored in, Reyes had a stopwatch next to him hanging up against the wall along with his trusty clipboard. What’s stopping them all from sparring? Surely not you. Right?

The four of you stood there in tense silence for another moment before Reyes cleared his throat. Before he could actually open his mouth, the sliding of the door once again interrupted what was going on. But instead of Moira being the cause, it was Morrison. He wore a stern face, brow low and his lips pulled into a tight frown. Behind him were a few Overwatch soldiers, each wearing the same facial expression as their own strike commander. Morrison stepped inside and looked directly at Cole, boring holes in his soul before quickly glaring at Reyes.

“I need to speak with you,” he spared a glance at the three of you, somewhat softening his gaze when he saw you standing behind Cole at this point, “alone, Reyes.”

Reyes gave Morrison a curt nod before following him out of the private training room before the door quickly slammed shut behind him. Cole was about to try and listen in when he felt your hand barely graze his forearm. Genji had taken up to stand against the wall, leaning with his arms crossed, staring at the floor to avoid listening to you two speak.

Cole turned to face you, his heart and stomach twisting inside of him from the look on your face alone. You looked so worried and so fucking terrified of the entire situation in general, and you were no doubt fed up with everything that’s been going on.

“How are you feeling? You look so tired, Cass,” you murmured up to him. You brought a hand up to his cheek, his thick stubble scratching at your palm and fingers. Your thumb gently caressed along his cheekbone. Your hand was surprisingly cold to the touch, Cole found himself sinking into your hand just a bit, eyes fluttering at the feeling. Your touch sparked something in him, woke something up deep inside of him, suddenly letting him know that he was actually feeling really warm all of a sudden. “You feel really warm, Cole.”

You brought your other hand up to rest along his forehead, taking his temperature. He was blazing hot under your touch, even pushing up his hair to feel even higher. The heat that was rolling off of him in waves was sickening.

“I missed ya, pumpkin,” he crooned. “Could hardly sleep without ya.”

He looked so fucking tired. He had dark circles around his eyes and he seemed very ill. His usual warm and bright honey-brown eyes looked so dull and so very exhausted.

“You sure you’re not coming down with something, cowboy? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“I’m as fit as a fiddle, darlin’. Just needed you by my side again.”

You wanted to believe him, you really did, but something was nagging at you inside and you couldn’t help but trust your gut. You both glanced at the door when Reyes and Morrison started to argue, neither one of you were able to make out what it could be about this time.

All you and Genji could hear were muffled arguments, but all Cassidy could hear was garbled nonsense as a low monotone ringing sounded in the back of his head.

The tone slowly grew louder and louder, pitching higher and higher until it was all so suddenly blinding to him, blocking out every other sound known to his existence. His skull throbbed, temples feeling like they were about to explode as Cole could only holler in pain and grab at his head. His knees nearly crumbled, almost falling to the floor had you not been there to catch him. He clung to you, hands grabbing at your blue and white coat and pulling so tightly the seams all nearly snapped. You couldn’t keep his weight up for long, both of you slowly going down until you both were on the floor, Genji quickly coming to his other side for aid. As much as the cyborg denies everything, he really does care for Cassidy as he was the only one to not treat him like some sort of threat but almost like a brother.

“What’s wrong?” you called out to Cole, gripping one of his burly shoulders. “Is- Is it a migraine? What-”

The doors to the training room slid open, Reyes and Morrison fumbling in, eyes wide in shock.

“What happened?” Reyes barked.

He went to come to Cole’s aid when Morrison seized him by the bicep, pulling him back. The Blackwatch commander reeled back and was about to snap when Morrison beat him to it.

“It’s too late, Reyes! The sun’s gone down, it’s already starting.”

The other Overwatch agents filed in quickly, waiting for Morrison’s order like the good little drones they were ordered to be. You’ve only seen those few just a couple of times, and just from the stories alone, you knew something was horribly wrong.

“What’s starting?” you grit your teeth.

That horrible feeling was back; The pain in his chest like he had been shot right in the heart. It was freezing and boiling at the same time. He felt both heavy and light. He could barely breathe, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as something inside of him felt like it popped. A thin sheen of cold sweat took over his body, making his clothes cling tightly to his brawny body as his hearty tan became pallid.

“He’s turning.” Cole finally was able to let out a short bellow of pain as something thick and heavy crackled from within him. Morrison looked over the other Overwatch soldiers and nodded to you three on the mat. “Get him. Take him downstairs to Cellblock D.”

“You’re not moving him until you tell me what the hell is going on!” you shouted back.

“Step away from him, (Y/n). That’s an order!”

The soldiers advanced towards you, but you didn’t get up. One withdrew the thickest pair of handcuffs you’ve ever seen since working here, they were a special pair made up of silver and circuits. They were apparently used in only certain occasions.

“Not until you tell me what’s happening.” You glared over at Reyes who was standing by the doorway still, a look of guilt and horror painted on his scarred face. “Reyes!”

Reyes looked so remorseful towards you, bushy eyebrows pinched in worry. You’ve never seen him like this, never seen him back down from Morrison so easily and especially without a fight.

“Get away from him, (Y/n),” he ordered gently.

When you didn’t move out of shock that Reyes finally agreed with Morrison on, the Blackwatch commander nodded his head towards you. Genji suddenly took and pulled you away, locking your arms behind your back when you struggled against him and tried to break loose.

“Genji, what are you doing?” you spat at him.

Cole let out another cry of pain, hunching in on himself as he took two big handfuls of the mat and tore into them like they were paper. He was quickly swarmed by the Overwatch soldiers as you both watched horrified. Cole suddenly seized up and tried to fight back but was quickly outnumbered and outmatched, being wrestled back to the ground, forcing his hands behind his back and cuffing him like he was a criminal. Except, when the handcuffs tightened, Cole hollered in pain as though he was being burned- And from what you could see, it really did appear that the handcuffs were burning his wrists. The skin around them became red and agitated, his hands twitching and seizing, fingers curling and his veins bulged from the pain. They yanked him up and surrounded him, the one that took his place behind Cole seized by the collar of his Blackwatch uniform and they all marched, Morrison quickly leading them out of the training room.

Genji quickly released you when they were starting down the hall and you tried to catch up only for Reyes to catch you in a bear hug. You cried out, calling for Cole, screaming at Morrison, cursing the day Reyes was born and ordering him to let you go.

“(Y/n)!” he barked, locking you against him just as Genji had done just a minute ago. “You can’t stop this!”

You somehow managed to worm your way out of his grasp and stumbled, catching yourself on the wall. You shot a nasty look back at Reyes, panting like a wild animal and wiped away the hair that clung to your sweaty face. Tears had started to trickle down your cheeks and you didn’t even bother to wipe them away.

“What’s Morrison gonna do to him? Why Cellblock D?”

“(Y/n)-”

“What the fuck has been going on? Ever since he came back barely alive it’s been all fucking secrets!”

“If you would just-”

“You told me! You told me you’d tell me. That I would be the first to know! What the hell is happening to Cole?!”

Reyes had grabbed you again, this time by your shoulders, fingers digging in uncomfortably.

“Cassidy is a werewolf!” he barked in your face.

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Leon Kennedy General Dating Headcanons

🌙 His sarcastic quips do not stop at all when you two start dating. He has dad jokes at the ready no matter the occassion. It really gets him when he sees you try to beat back a smile.

🌙 He's a very good cook which shocked you when he invited you to his house for dinner. He didn't seem the type at the time, but he put out a beautiful and delicious meal. The only thing he can't do is bake for the life of him. Even the ready made cookie dough that just needs to be baked burns with him. It's an enigma.

🌙 He's a complete mix of the golden retirever and black cat tropes. He's all sweet and loving while being so sassy sarcastic. He balances both so well in your relationship.

🌙 He really makes an effort to be close with your family if you're still with them. He didn't have one for long growing up from his traumatic past, but it's really important that your own family accepts him. If you don't talk to your family much anymore, he's not going to stress or ask questions.

🌙 On the topic of his traumatic past, he often has horrible nightmares that wakes him up in a cold sweat. Raccoon City, Spain, it all still weighs on his shoulders despite putting on a brave face for you.

🌙 He often has a reoccuring nightmare that you somehow get infected with whatever sick virus and turn into a zombie. Those really stick with him throughout the day and really gets him to think: Could he actually pull the trigger?

🌙 He doesn't do it often anymore, but every once in a while he will drink too much just to forget about it all for awhile. He's since heavily slowed down since dating you. He doesn't like the thought of you worrying about him or even being disgusted by him when he's drunk and depressed, but there are days where it's all just too much.

🌙 He constantly keeps you updated when he's out on duty. He hates keeping you in the dark, especially when he's away for long periods of time. If he can't message you, he has Hunnigan do it for him. It's very rare to not get at least one message a day from him just to let you know that he's alive.

🌙 He likes it when you react well to him being all dressed up. Tug on his tie, snap his suspenders, let your hands linger on his blazer a little too long. He loves the tease, it riles him up and really makes the time fly, especially when he's in a meeting with government officials.

🌙 He loves having his hair toyed with. Whether you're gently scraping your nails against his scalp, brushing his bangs out of his face to look into those pretty eyes, wrapping his dirty blonde locks around your fingers. He loves it all.

🌙 Whenever he gets home, he always does the same thing. He opens and shuts the door behind him, drops his bags to the floor and opens him arms as you run right into them. Wrapping his arms tightly around you, you both just stay there for a few minutes, but it really just feels like forever to him.

🌙 He loves going on car rides with you, especially ones that can last for hours. He'll never get tired of them. He's really loves it when he holds your hand as he's driving, occassionally bring it up to kiss at it while keeping his eyes on the road.

🌙 Acts like he's not a fan of the cop puns and jokes, but he really is. Despite being a police officer for only one day- and that day involved a bunch of zombies and an apocolyptic city- he was still a cop officially for one day. Something about the way you call him "Officer Kennedy" just gets him going.

🌙 He listens to divorced dad rock. Sorry, but I don't make the rules. At first it started out as a joke but it really just became something he comfortably listens to.

🌙 He can never bring work home with him, especially reports that need to be filled out and brought back asap. He just gets too distracted by you. Even if he holes himself up in his office, just the sight of you innocently passing by his door with a load of laundry at your hip makes him suddenly want to help with the laundry.

🌙 He introduces you to Claire and she is honestly dumbfounded that Leon managed to catch and keep someone with as stupid of a personality he has. She is so excited to meet you though. She then proceeds to tell you about some embarassing moments about Leon when she met him Raccoon City.

🌙 Ada doesn't really show her face when you're around, but you do know of her. Leon was completely open and honest about her and answered all of your questions truthfully.

🌙 He has a shameless love for Agatha Christie and Michael Connelly. Say what you want, Leon loves them and often can be found reading them in the night while he tries to drift off.

🌙 He's not a fan of cop shows, though. He turns his nose at the thought. But medical dramas? Leon will eat that shit up- House is his favorite. He steals some snarky remarks from that show.

🌙 Loves it when you smell like him. You first had to use his cologne when you were out of your own body spray. It was just an innocent thing he did, but it became something that he loves doing. Every so often, Leon will mist your clothes in the closet with his cologne just a bit so the smell lingers but isn't overpowering.

🌙 The handsome hunk of man is really good with personal hygiene and taking care of himself. Moisturized skin, conditioned hair, hydrated lips. It all makes up for it when he sometimes has to go days, even weeks with bathing. He really does hate the smell of B.O.

🌙 He can be very persuasive with you when he wants to be. Leon has a silver tongue and he knows it. He often uses it when he wants to do something very personal with you. He gives you those dreamy eyes and speaks to you in a low voice. It's almost hypnotic.

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Piers Nivans General Dating Headcanons

🌙 Piers is a very dedicated man, especially when it comes to your relationship. He's always there for you, even when he's halfway across the world, it always seems like he's there when you need him most.

🌙 He's a total show-off. Whether it's his strength or his accuracy, he will do anything to get you to fawn over him. He's a big fan of easily hiking you up by your hips to sit you down on the kitchen countertop before caging you in.

🌙 He loves being called all of the pet names you can think of. Even some of the more ridiculous ones, he loves it all. What he doesn't love is that the rest of the squad, especially Chris, teases him with those names. The comms line is constantly full of it, too.

🌙 Piers is a very touched-starved man. The second he comes through the front door, he marches through your home in search of you and won't stop until he's found you and wrap you in the tightest of hugs while planting a big fat kiss to your face.

🌙 There was one incident where he came home earlier than expected, didn't tell you, and went through the entire place before he found you showering in the bathroom. It was safe to say, Piers now gives you a good heads up on when he's coming home.

🌙 Speaking of missions, Piers always makes sure to bring you back something from his journies. Whether it's something bought from the local shops or something he found while out and about, he brings it home. On the occasions where it's a strict in-and-out procedure, you can bet his ass is scrambling to find something state-side before coming back home.

🌙 He really enjoys holding your hand. As much as he loves your body as a whole, your hands are his favorite. He would hold your hands forever if he could. He especially loves mindlessly toying with your fingers when he's deep in thought or even just holding your hand while he's driving. It keeps him feeling grounded.

🌙 He's big on helping around the house when he's home, keeps him from getting lazy to avoid Chris' stone-cold judgemental gaze. However, the things he does around the house has to be with you. Washing dishes? He's drying them. Folding clothes? He's sorting them and putting them in the basket.

🌙 He's also big on dates. Whether it's going out or staying in, he's down for anything with you. He knows you don't wanna go to all of these fancy places every night when he's home from deployment, and he's totally okay with it too. He is always ready to just chill at home with you in sweatpants and a messy t-shirt and eat your hearts out in Chinese food while binging a show you both had wanted to watch together.

🌙 He's big on showering together, too, and not even in a sexual way most of the time. There's something about just being together in the downpour from the shower and being so close to you that makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside despite the water always running cold eventually.

🌙 What he's not big on is silence. He hates it, it always makes him feel like something is wrong and he can't stand it. When he's gone, he always asks you to text him, call him, leave him messages even when he can't get back to you quickly. Just seeing something from you every few hours keeps him calm, and hearing you in his voicemail soothes his nerves.

🌙 He has to sleep with background noise at night. There's sadly no way of getting around it if you're not the type of person who likes that. He doesn't like white noise, so it's often a show or a video he puts on before he falls asleep which is most likely after you do. There have been a few incidents where he puts something on Youtube and you both wake up to something creepy or very weird on the screen.

🌙 If you show up to the base while he's on the clock and undeployed, he really makes a show for you which often ends with you laughing as Chris shouts for "lover boy" to get his ass back in line.

🌙 Leaving you is always the hardest part of his job. He wants to so desperately stay home and in your safe and loving arms. You always follow him to the base and watch him get ready. He's always the last to board, standing there, arms wrapped around each other. He always kisses you like he's going off to war, like he'll never come back.

🌙 He always brings a photo of you with him wherever he goes, and oftentimes, it's multiple. One in his wallet, a few in his locker, one somewhere on his belt in one of the many small bags. His favorite is the one he keeps in a pocket he stitched to the inside of his uniform right over his heart.

🌙 He will let you put makeup on him, especially nail polish. Sadly, the polish has to come off completely before his next deployment, but he will definitely rock it until then. There was one time he wore full-on acrylics thinking it wouldn't be bad until he learned his lesson.

🌙 He likes to indulge in your hobbies where and when he can, especially if it's anything artsy. One of his favorite things to do is to pose while you're just drawing something completely different. Oftentimes, you'll get distracted and suddenly find yourself sketching your boyfriend over something completely different and have to start over.

🌙 If you do anything with clay, he is totally the type of guy to sit behind you and "help" while it's spinning. It always ends up in a big mess of water and mushy clay.

🌙 He's the type of guy to get hurt if you watch anything about a show you two planned on watching together. Especially if it's something full of drama.

🌙 He hates the look on your face when he comes home all bruised and patched up. He hates making you worry so fucking much. He calms you down, bringing you close and telling you not to worry and that he's fine now. He'll even let you play nurse with his wounds and change out the bandages when needed.

🌙 He is a fucking heat sponge and he knows it. Every night, he snuggles up to you all innocently and very quickly it becomes obvious that he's sucked up all of your body heat for his own greedy purposes. Sucks to such if you're also a heat sponge, but a heated blanket will definitely be one of his more prized possessions.

🌙 He's very early to rise thanks to the military background, so often times he's awake after you fall asleep and getting up far earlier than you can. He's always there, waiting, with fresh coffee or tea. He doesn't like to eat breakfast before you, so he'll wait until you wake up to heat up the stove.

🌙 There's been quite a few times where he would seriously consider taking an early retirement from fieldwork. Just the thought of him dying somewhere completely away from you and not being able to say goodbye or even let you say goodbye to him properly scares the absolute shit out of him.

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Cor Leonis General Dating Headcanons

🌙 He may seem to be a stoic, unemotional and very unmoving man, but deep down, he really is just a big softie with a gooey heart of gold. And somehow, by the luck of the Astrals, you managed to peer inside of him and see that.

🌙 He practically lives at the Citadel serving the royal family as head of the Crownsguard, so coming back to your apartment is a special privilege he really takes care of.

🌙 At first he felt bad leaving a few very small things at your place like a bottle of his body soap or his toothbrush, but when he saw you made room for him in your bathroom and your bedroom just for him, it made his chest feel all warm and tingly.

🌙 He often arrives home late into the night from the never-ending work. He feels awful, especially if you made dinner for him or if he comes in to see you struggling to stay up for him. You always chase away those worries with a kiss and some well-chosen words. You knew what you were signing up for when it came to dating the general of the Crownsguard.

🌙 There have been a few nights when he would come home to find you passed out on the couch with the tv on. He would feel awful at the thought of moving you, but he always does in the end. There's something domestically romantic in the way he picks you up gently in a bridal fashion and carries you into the bedroom.

🌙 He really loves it when you wear some of his things, especially his leather jackets. He has so many and he really only wears the same three over and over again, so seeing you wear his barely used ones always puts a smile on his face. He's always sure to mist some cologne on them every once in a while to keep up the scent you love so much.

🌙 He at first kept his relationship with you a secret under a heavy lock and key. You understood, of course. He was a general, it may not have looked good if he was seen with a civilian. Unfortunately, fate proved more powerful than him and Prompto of all people had somehow accidentally snapped a photo of you two together in Downtown Insomnia. Cor had no idea until Gladio opened that mouth of his. He was mortified, but also strangely relieved that he didn't have to hide you any longer.

🌙 Cor loves showing you off in the Citadel. He would purposefully "leave behind" something of his and would ask you if you could run it by his office. The look on the Crownsguard's faces when they would see you sitting on Cor's desk like a damn trophy was always priceless. You quickly caught on to what was happening, which made things even funnier when you really played along.

🌙 Cor didn't like attending all of the galas and balls and whatever celebrations hosted at the Citadel, but now, he has a reason to. He always invites you, and he does it the same way: Kissing up your hand and arm, drawing you close, asking you so sweetly if you would grant him the honor of accompanying him to whatever uptight nonsense going on.

🌙 He is a very old-school romantic and he is very much a gentleman. He often takes things slow, as well. It may seem a bit infuriating at times at the slow pace, but Cor is honestly just nervous about the entire thing. It took almost five dates before he actually kissed you.

🌙 There was one time you popped by the Citadel with a homemade lunch in hand meaning to just drop it by his office, but some Kingsglaive led you to the training hall where Cor was "educating" (basically just tossing around) some new recruits. The second he saw you, he froze up for a second and ended up getting pinned to the ground. That was a tough one to walk off, and he often finds himself blushing at the memory.

🌙 Clarus often jokes with the General and teases him about settling down. The shield regales to you about Cor when he was younger and how much of a little shit he was before he became General. He does clap a hand on Cor's shoulder and chides him playfully about settling down finally.

🌙 He actually uses his vacation days for once. Regis and Clarus had to do a double take at the form Cor handed in to Ignis' uncle for a vacation. Cor never really took time for himself, always busying himself with work and what-not to really indulge in the finer things in life. He really loves to take you to Galdin Quay; Something about relaxing on the cool, wet sand with you as the sun is setting always feels just right.

🌙 Cor has a pretty big sweet tooth that he hides so well, you didn't notice it for a good while. He will become putty in your hands if you bring home something sweet like a cheesecake or some Altissian pastries from a local bakery. He loves it when you offer him a bite of your dessert and will never say no to sharing one with you at a restaurant. His favorite one would have to be creme brule topped with a scoop of vanilla ice cream, a few berries and a bit of flaky sea salt to finish it off.

🌙 He's not a good cook, and sadly, that's a skill the General won't be able to hone in his lifetime. There was one morning he wanted to wake you with breakfast in bed, but you awoke to the sound of your smoke detector going off. Cor stood sheepishly at your now open window, holding the smoking pan outside to avoid filling your apartment with its noxious fumes. It was honestly sweet.

🌙 That doesn't mean that he won't help out in the kitchen. As bad as he is actually cooking stuff in a pan or a pot, he's very skilled with cutting up produce and meat - not surprising - for you. He loves to hold you from behind and watch over you as you work in the cookware and will always be available to taste test for you. He especially loves taste-testing anything you're baking.

🌙 Cor isn't much of a show-off, but something really does it for him when he sees you full-on staring at him when he does something as simple as hoisting something heavy over his shoulder. He's not as brawny as Gladiolus, but Cor has some very defined muscles and he now tends to show off a bit only in front of you.

🌙 He worries about you often, especially if he's gone with the King or Prince for long periods of time. There's been a few incidents in the city that make Cor anxious about leaving you. One particular incident involved a pretty bad crime spike in your neighborhood. Cor offered you a bit of training, especially hand-to-hand, and he was utterly relieved when you took him up on the offer.

🌙 Cor is a bit territorial around certain individuals. It was more so the glaives as the Crownsguard wouldn't dare to do anything flirtatious around you. There's been an incident where Cor had to put himself between you and an eager young glaive who would not take no for an answer. The Immortal's eyes bore into the glaive hard enough that you swore the poor kid's brain would melt. He doesn't like the feeling of being jealous and he often tries to avoid situations like that.

🌙 Cor says he's not a pet person, even turns up his nose at times, but deep down he's a big lover of animals. If you have a pet, he's all over them when you aren't looking. He will buy them more toys and then play dumb when you would ask where the toy magically came from. He really likes it when Umbra and Pryna show up in the Citadel, too. He's always sure to give the good dogs some good scratches.

🌙 He's usually a pretty light sleeper, but ever since he basically just moved into your place, he's been finding himself sleeping a lot more peacefully in your presence. At first, he didn't cuddle up to you much, only laying a hand on your hip or thigh just for a bit of touch. but it slowly devolved into him always being the big spoon and drawing you close every night.

🌙 He's very good at remembering all of the little details about you. Every date, he has memorized. Every place he took you out for dates, locked in his brain. You wouldn't blame him if he didn't know a few things here and there, but it's so enticing knowing that Cor knows you like the back of his hand.

🌙 The fall of Insomnia absolutely tore him apart. Things got just a smidge better knowing refugees were fleeing and the prince and his entourage were accounted for- except for you. He didn't know it, but you had gotten out by the skin of your teeth, showing up in Lestallum with another group of survivors when he saw you in the hotel lobby. It was like his world stopped turning at the sight of you all scraped up and worrying. His embrace was tight around you, nearly ripping your jacket as though you'd slip through his fingers like sand if he lessened his grip.

🌙 The decade of darkness took another toll on him. No kingdom. No prince. No crystal. He didn't put much faith in the Six but it really did feel like they were all taking turns kicking the shit out of him. He really was only able to do it because of you being by his side. Often times, he would come back home to you with gashes. Sitting on the toilet, you'd fuss over him like a mother hen while you cleaned his wounds before you started to help him dig deep and really work at the root of the problem.

🌙 Cor isn't good about feelings and he's not good with talking about them. As much as he doesn't want you to pry, he finds it heartwarming that you try to get him to open up in other ways. One of his favorites that you tend to do, especially during the decade long night was just talking for possibly hours about something random just to get his mind off of things.

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Gabriel Reyes (Reaper) General Dating Headcanons

I'm doing Blackwatch Gabey, just a heads up.

🌙 He has a shameless little love for owls. Just like how there are Hello Kitty girls, his thing is owls- He just shows it less on his sleeve. In his office, he has a few intricate owl statues, but his bedroom has a lot more. His favorite is a cute little barn owl stuffed animal he found online before the soldier enhancement project.

🌙 He will jokingly consider marriage if you get him some cool owl thing. Jokingly ;)

🌙 He honestly enjoys anything you get him, especially if you think it's just neat or thought was cool at the time. He has a jar in his bedroom full of just cool looking rocks you both have found out on missions.

🌙 He has a high pain tolerance, especially with food. His mother never fucked around in the kitchen when it came to her cooking, so Gabe's tongue had to adapt to spiciness rather quickly. He's so used to spice he doesn't even pay attention to the spice meter restaurants often have and it leaves you and the wait staff stunned when he eats it with no problem.

🌙 Speaking of food, he really believes that good cooking leads to good lives. He's not a fan of the canteen food and he's the reason why Blackwatch has a small kitchen. He will always find time to cook and meal prep. You can find him here sometimes when he can't sleep, pressing tortillas with a press he got from his mother.

🌙 He is a mother hen, hands down. He acts like he doesn't give a shit about his crew's well-being - especially Cassidy - but he really does. If one gets sick, he tries to be nonchalant about it but it often falls through pretty quickly. With you, he doesn't put up the charade, simply going into mother hen mode and taking care of you the entire way.

🌙 He also believes in old wives' tales. Another thing he picked up from his mother. He can be pretty superstitious, too. The second your knees ache, he thinks rain is coming. He refuses to go anywhere near an open ladder. He doesn't believe in some of them though, especially the whole pile of shit about black cats. He loves those babies to death.

🌙 Was a total mall goth in his teens and he has the photos to prove it. He has a lot of holes on his face still from all of his old piercings. He puts them in if you ask. He likes it when you pick out studs and barbells for him to wear and try on.

🌙 He can never say no when you give him those sweet begging eyes. He can easily tell the others to fuck off, but you? He can never bring himself to do it. He loves to please you.

🌙 He really loves it when you mindlessly trace or touch his scars. He has so many of them scattered across his body that he really show any love to, so when you do, it's all so sensitive but you're so gentle. It makes him feel all warm inside, even if he doesn't say anything.

🌙 He's not really good at the whole PDA thing. He really can't be caught doing too much being a leader in Overwatch, so please don't take it to heart. There are times where he does not give a shit, but he often has to keep things very brief.

🌙 He loves office visits, especially if you're with Overwatch. Knowing his sweet lover is wasting time in his office on Morrison's watch brings him joy. He loves having lunch with you in his office the most. It's one of the few times he gets to lock his door aside from chewing out his team (Cassidy) for being stupid.

🌙 He's a big cuddler. He may look like a big and scary man who will strangle you if you get close, but he really loves to snuggle with you wherever. And he's good at it. Thanks to whatever they pumped in him, he really doesn't get numb in his hands and legs so you can easily sleep on his limbs and they won't get all tingly. Win-win.

🌙 Wear his beanies. Just do it. Even if they're weird and old, wear them. He thinks they look so good on you and it's some sort of thing for him. Like when you wear your boyfriend's hoodie, his thing is his beanies since you really can't be seen wearing Gabe's stuff.

🌙 Whenever he's out on a mission, he always tells you when he's going to be back at the base. He doesn't constantly update you, he's not given the time and he doesn't want to be caught texting while he's the Blackwatch Commander. He'd never hear the end of it. But he does want you to have some piece of mind.

🌙 Also while he's out on missions, he always somehow attracts strays to him. He will just be standing around looking at his holopad before he's suddenly surrounded by a few cats and dogs rubbing up and sniffing on him. He always sends you pictures of the sweet babies.

🌙 He has tried and very much failed at bringing some of them back to the base. It was always like Morrison knew and would be there at the hanger waiting with a look on his face. Even if you begged as well to keep the sweet thing, it was always a no.

🌙 He doesn't like to leave you in the night, especially when you're sleeping. He knows you hate waking up to cold sheets in the morning, but sometimes that can't be helped. If you ever do, he always leaves a note for you explaining where he's at.

🌙 Morrison shockingly is a bit easier on you than the rest. You're not sure why and neither is Gabe, but neither of you are complaining. If it's less nagging and bitching from the Strike Commander, the better. Although, Gabe does miss some of the bickering between them. They're already a married couple in the eyes of the base already.

🌙 He often speaks to you in Spanish, mostly flirting. Almost all of your pet names given to you are in Spanish save for a few. The way he speaks always mesmerizes you and the look in his dark eyes just adds on to it all.

🌙 He doesn't let you know that he's sick or that he's been seeing Moira for treatments. He doesn't want to worry, it's the last thing he would ever want to do.

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Mark (Coral Island) General Dating Headcanons

🌙 It takes Mark a while to warm up to you, even when you two do start to date. Mark hasn't dated anyone in a long time. He really tries his hardest with you, especially since you both got off to a rocky start. He does console his sister a bit here and there for relationship advice, though.

🌙 He likes it when you offer him a place to sleep on the farm with you. At first, he was a bit hesitant, but he quickly warmed up to the idea when he was late coming out of the mines. Knowing his family would all be asleep and you were most likely still burning the candle at both ends, he was very grateful for the hot shower and the warm bed you provided him with.

🌙 Hope you're not allergic to animals, because your farm will definitely be home to a bunch of rescues for a little bit. Mark has a keen sense of finding homeless animals, oftentimes at night when the shelter is closed, so it's safe to say that he'll try to sneak the poor thing in.

🌙 You caught him one time with his hands behind his back when you awoke upon hearing the door open. After some back and forth, the poor, soaked, frightened kitten got out from his hands and shivered on the floor, suddenly missing Mark's warmth. He gives you a sheepish look but utterly beams when you bring in a blanket for the poor thing.

🌙 It's honestly pretty funny seeing Mark holding such small animals. For as big of a man he is and with hands roughened up from being in the mines and slaying monsters, he really is gentle with them all, especially the little ones. One time, you walked in on Mark feeding a very small kitten and the thing was barely bigger than two of his fingers combined.

🌙 He is very aware of his size in both height and weight. Most of the time, he's not one to care. In fact, at times, he's one to use that to his advantage. Especially when it comes to scaring someone off like from Pufferfish when they come poking about. But there are times when he feels almost a bit self-conscious about his size. Like in bed with you, he takes up more than half, resulting in you having to accommodate.

🌙 Mark can come off as emotionally constipated, often stuffing his feelings down deep inside and opting to ignore them until later. It's with you that he gets to let go a bit, offering him a safe space away the prying eyes of the town on your secluded farm.

🌙 He really loves it when you hug him from behind. It just does something to his brain when you slot yourself against his back and wrap your loving arms around his belly or chest. Especially if you're smaller than him.

🌙 He also loves having you sleep basically on top of him. For being such a big guy, a solution you've both come up with is basically use him to sleep on. It works out well for him, especially when he gets to wrap those burly arms around you at night and keep you close.

🌙 He is your own personal space heater and he knows it. No matter what it is, this man is constantly producing heat at an alarming rate. He can be stripped down to his skin taking a cold shower and he can some out with the water steaming off his skin. It's very useful in the winter and especially useful when you're sick.

🌙 The hot springs are a constant destination you both go to, especially late into the night when mostly everyone has gone to bed. You both end up floating towards the back of the spring, covered by the trees, embracing and kissing.

🌙 He starts to dislike the idea of you going into the mines more and more the longer you two date. He knows you're capable and strong and he knows you can very easily handle yourself down there, but something just nags at him whenever he hears you tell him you need to go mine up more ore. He starts to come with you more and more as time goes on.

🌙 The same goes for when you go diving. So many horrible thoughts run through his head when you hop off the dock that it makes him a little sick. He's not a fan of diving, himself, but it really makes him consider getting a wet suit of his own and joining you. He doesn't know what he would do if something happened to you, especially down there.

🌙 If you have pets, he spoils them so badly. He will treat them like they were his own children and then some. He doesn't go as far as dressing them up, but he speaks so softly and so sweetly to them. He gives them treats when you aren't looking. He's better with dogs than cats though, he still gets a bit nervous on account of his scars.

🌙 Speaking of, he strangely likes it when you graze a finger or two over them. Normally, they're a little sensitive to the touch. Sometimes, he gets phantom pains like the skin had been split open again. But when you touch them or kiss them or even just admire them, it makes them feel all warm and tingly.

🌙 He's also a big fan of scratches. He's basically a bear in human skin with how hairy he is. He does have his preferences; Namely, his back and the crown of his head. He does appreciate a good scratch against his beard, too.

🌙 For as big and brash as he can be, one would expect Mark to be something akin to a bull in a china shop- But he can really be the exact opposite. Mark has a soft side which goes unseen by almost everyone. Even his family save for his niece thinks that at times. But with you, he's not afraid to show that side.

🌙 He loves to slow dance with you. He may shy away from PDA and dancing in the crowd, but he will always slow dance with you somewhere away from the eyes of the public. He's so gentle in taking your hands and carefully swaying with you to the slow rhythm. He loves nothing more than looking into your eyes lovingly as you both forget about the world.

🌙 Can and will always help out on the farm, you don't even have to ask. While he mostly takes care of the animals and helps with feeding them and keeping them clean, he's ready to get dirty and very sweaty quickly. There was one time you emptied out your wheelbarrow full of crops into the shipping bin to see Mark with his jacket missing and his shirt sticking to him with sweat, one arm hoisting a large tied-up bundle of hay for the silo over his shoulder while the other kept a freshly sheared sheep tucked under the other. You could see his muscles rippling in the summer sun and it made you hot under the overalls.

🌙 You two often "train" with each other. It always starts off a little serious but it quickly divulges into playfully wrestling with each other until Mark pins you in the end. You both often just stand there, panting before you both break focus and attach yourselves to one another.

🌙 His niece is his weak point. Mark doesn't have many, but his niece is his biggest one and she knows it. He will do anything for her, completely wrapped around her finger. It's very important to him that you get along with his sister and his niece since they're all he has left.

🌙 He loves to catch you staring at him. He knows he's pretty good looking and he knows you stare at him often. Unconsciously, of course. There would be times he would take off his clothes to get into his swimsuit and he would catch you staring at him, namely his ass. He would totally snap the waistband just to rile you up a bit.

🌙 There are times where Mark's confidence gets the better of him and he gets injured in the mines. As much as he hates worrying about you, he hates you worrying about him even more. If you see him injured, he feels almost ashamed as you rewrap his bandages and make sure his wounds are clean.

🌙 Can and definitely will pick you up and toss you over his shoulder. Whether it's for romantic reasons or simply just to do it, he will.

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Gladiolus Amicitia General Dating Headcanons

🌙 Gladio may seem to be the type to be all big and loud and all of that; But behind closed doors with you, he's all soft and gentle. It's not even behind closed doors or in the privacy of your home, it can also be when you both are out and about and everything gets very overwhelming.

🌙Gladio is a very well-educated man despite the common stereotypes of him being some big meathead jock. He has so many books that the bookshelves expanding over his walls sometimes aren't enough, leaving small piles on his desk or end table.

🌙 He loves reading, and it breathes great joy into him if you both end up reading together. Whether it's the same novel or you're both reading your own things, it doesn't matter. However, he does have a soft spot for reading things to you while you're all snuggled up to him.

🌙 His family means a lot to him, so it's very important that you not only meet both Iris and his father Clarus, but get along with them as well. Iris is very welcoming to you, beaming at you and welcoming you with the biggest smile the second she got to meet you. Clarus... not so much. It's not that he's up in arms about his son dating, he's just an exhausted yet very stoic man. He eventually warms up to you, though.

🌙 His friends are also another big part of his life aside from his royal duties. He was more nervous with you meeting the others than his family, but with Noctis and Prompto egging him on, he was very relieved when you agreed to meet them. Prompto was his usual self, asking all of these questions while Noctis was sort of slack-jawed that Gladio got a steady partner first. Ignis, as always, was very calm and courteous to you.

🌙 Show. Off. A complete and utter show off in every sense of the characteristic. Those brawny muscles under sunkissed and tattooed skin are his bread and butter and he's damn proud of his hard work. He really loves it when you gawk and fawn over his muscles and it makes him feel all warm inside when you run your hands over his brawn.

🌙 Be prepared for paparazzi and unrequested photos. While not in the extremes that happen with Noctis, Gladio is the next to be photographed with how much he sticks out. While he may not be a fan of it at all, he will do whatever he can to obscure you from the line of sight to make you comfortable if you wanted him to.

🌙 He has a thing for you wearing something of his, really just smelling like him. He has an older Crownsguard leather jacket that he rarely wears anymore because you've basically claimed it for yourself. You love his scent, too. He smells of firewood and leather and rainstorms. His cologne is always faint, but it really does add to it all.

🌙 If you really wanna get his attention, especially if he's really deep into a book, tug on his necklace and make him look at you. It's a sure fire way of getting what you want, but you better be prepared for the consequences.

🌙 Be prepared for Cup Noodles, especially if neither of you want to cook and aren't in the mood to wait on takeout. If Gladio could survive on it, he would eat the fuckers for breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert and as a midnight snack. He gets how you like yours down to a science.

🌙 At least once a month, Gladio plans out a weekend where you both get away from the city and go into the woods of Leide by Lestallum to camp and get away from it all. It shocked you how much of the stars you could see out here away from all of the lights, and in that moment, Gladio never thought you were more beautiful by the roaring fire.

🌙 Another little date idea that's a constant for most of the year is going to Western Insomnia to the beach. He loves to walk along the shore with you, even if it's just on the boardwalk and not on the wet sand below.

🌙 He loves bringing you by the Citadel, even if it's just for a little while. He loves showing you around- and especially showing you off. He also shows you his favorite place in the entire Citadel: The royal gardens filled to the brim with all sorts of foliage and rare flowers. He can often be found here when Prince Charmless is stuck in a meeting that doesn't require Gladio's presence, often with a book in his hand.

🌙 On the subject of flowers, he is so well-versed with all types of plants. This all stems not only from his vast camping experience, but also stemming from what he remembers of his mother's love for flowers. Despite looking like the exact opposite, Gladio loves flowers- Just, not as much as he loves Cup Noodles.

🌙 He always invites you when he's going jogging or heading to the gym or even just hiking around. He's a very active person and he loves involving you in his life. Even if you say no and always tell him "No, thank you," he will still always ask.

🌙 He finds it really sweet when you absent-mindedly trace over his scars, especially the one going right across his eye and cheek. The ones on his fingers and hands, the few on his arms and chest, the slightly larger ones on his back. All of them. But in moments of passion, he can't help himself when you gently stroke at his scar with your thumb as your noses brush light against one another.

🌙 He will win you prizes at the Insomnian Fair. He's very good at all of the fair games, the carnival workers hate to see him coming. When you first went together, he scoffed at the strength game and nearly destroyed the launcher in one hit. It was a shock, especially when he plopped a large moogle stuffed animal in your arms.

🌙 Speaking of moogles, just like his little sister, he too has a weakness to them. He keeps a moogle Triple Triad card in his wallet at all times as a "lucky charm" and he loves the moogle shirt you got him to death, wearing it at least once a week. Talcott gave him a moogle figurine that came with his cactaur figurine and it sits on the dashboard of Gladio's car.

🌙 He will always finish your leftovers if you can't stomach them or don't want the anymore. Especially at restaurants, he will always be down to finish your plate for you if you're too full.

🌙 You have your very own guard dog. You don't have to worry about anyone coming up and messing with you when you have the Royal Shield at your side. If anyone so much as gives you a dirty look, he's putting himself between you and them.

🌙 Can and will fall asleep anywhere and anywhere. He does so much physical activity, it really does help him at night, but there are times in the day where he gets too comfy and kind of drifts off. He definitely snores like a dad, so be prepared for that.

🌙 He laughs at the dumbest things sometimes, and his laugh is the dorkiest thing. It can range to being a deep and rumbly chuckle to a full-on boastful laugh. His laugh always brings a smile to someone's face, especially yours.

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Elliott (Stardew Valley) General Dating Headcanons

🌙 Ever the charmer, Elliott is a hopeless romantic. Ever since you had presented him with that bouquet of flowers, he never felt such a passion in his life and it's all because of you; And for that, he's made it his mission to treat you oh so well in life.

🌙 One of his favorite things to do is write to you and especially write about you. He loves to leave notes everywhere for you so much so that you've made it a game as to where the next note will be. It's gotten so grand that it's expanded outside of the farm with notes being found in the forest, on the beach and even in the bathhouse.

🌙 Aside from writing, he's picked up a passion for art once again. He used to have the passion years ago, but that fizzled out. He had taken up writing to fill the void, but because of you, he's become inspired once more. He's already filled up one thick book of sketches and paintings, and they're all mostly of you. He loves to stand at the large front windows of the farmhouse and draw you while you're out and about on the farm.

🌙 He often finds himself trailing off while writing, sometimes catching himself mid-sentence writing about you when the book he's currently working on is completely romantic fiction. It happens a lot when you both are staying inside for the day, working away at domestic life.

🌙 You help him more than you think you do at times. Sometimes when he's stuck on what to write or where to take things, he often just starts writing about you and what all he wants to do with you and to you. It often ranges from the lightest of touches to the steamiest raunches. He's thought about being a smut author from time to time because of it.

🌙 He isn't just a diehard poet, his skillful hands are good with another form of the arts, too. Upon moving in, his piano came with him. He loves the memory of you two moving it past midnight, laughing to yourself as you carefully rolled it through town. It had gotten stuck on both the sand and the cobbled paths of Pelican Town numerous times, but it was worth it in the end.

🌙 He often plays the piano when he's in a bit of a rut, tickling the ivories to strike up some ideas. He absolutely loves it when you sit on the bench with him even if you don't play a single note. He loves being next to you when he's indulging in his hobbies.

🌙 He absolutely loves it when you play with his hard, especially when you scratch lightly at his scalp when he's on the verge of sleeping. As much as he cares for his gorgeous auburn mane, he crumbles at the feeling of your hands carding into his thick locks and gently petting through.

🌙 Elliott is a rather large man. He's very tall and pretty built up. He's very aware of his size and he likes to use it to his advantage, but sometimes, he doesn't realize that some things he does may not make sense to someone who is shorter than him, especially by a good bit. You often have to remind him that you can't often reach stuff on the top shelf of the cabinets and you really don't store much on the top space of the pantry for a reason.

🌙 He loves to have fresh flowers on the dining room table. It was something his mother always did, she said it always kept good energy in the house and allowed all of the creative juices to flow freely. He tried to keep the tradition alive in the cabin, but he couldn't keep a rose alive for long. Ever since he moved in with you, he's picked up on a lot of tips to keep foliage alive, allowing him to keep fresh flowers on the table for longer.

🌙 He loves to serenade you with his piano. He has a wonderful voice as well, just as melodic as his lovely piano. Whenever you're not feeling great, he loves to try and make you feel better with his charming voice and dashing good looks.

🌙 Elliott has a natural way with words. He has the supernatural ability to charm you with just a few choice words. Sometimes, he doesn't even need to say a word, just one smoldering look is enough to charm his way into your heart.

🌙 When he does use his words, he loves to say it close to you. He loves to look down at you, chest to chest, hands ghosting over your face, brushing your hair out of the way. He often whispers it to you, sometimes in your ear, sometimes against your lips as he kisses you. His words are always filled with a fiery passion.

🌙 Whenever he goes out for a stroll through town, he always brings back something for you, especially from the beach. Some wildflowers freshly picked, beautiful rainbow shells that had just washed up from the shore. He likes the little twinkle in your eyes that sparkles when you admire his small gifts in your hands.

🌙 He always dedicates his novels to you. He did it with the first one and he will continue to do it until he takes his last breath. He always makes up a new design for it for every book he publishes. It makes it a lot more personal and more heartfelt. He keeps the original designs in a little photo album on his desk to continue to add to as time stretches on.

🌙 Whenever he's out on a book tour, he can't sleep. He's grown too accustomed and too comfortable with the cozy farmhouse and your warmth beside him in the bed every night that being away from you for upwards of weeks takes its toll upon the poet. Coming back to you is always his favorite part. One time he came back while you were picking blueberries when you saw him. You had dropped your basket, not caring about the fallen fruit and booked it to him. That was the best hug he's ever gotten in his entire life.

🌙 He loves having domestic moments with you. One of his favorites is snuggling up to each other on the sofa, a blanket drawn over both of your legs while you're both intently reading your own books with the fireplace lightly crackling in the background. Something about that just tickles his brain in the right ways.

🌙 Days spent on Ginger Island are some of his favorites, especially during winter. It's often what kills off some writer's muses and wills to create (I feel that), but coming to that island always seems to breathe new life into his scriptures. He knows winter can also be brutal on your life as a farmer, so he's happy you both have a getaway from it all.

🌙 He finds it very attractive when you come in from toiling away in the fields for a small break all sweaty and out of breath. It makes him very hot under the collar.

🌙 He loves to help out on the farm. At first, it felt like he wouldn't be much help, but he's come to really pull weight around the place. He may seem like some pampered prince, but under those elegant clothes and neatly groomed hair is a pretty brawny man eager to help you with bountiful harvests.

🌙 He really does not like the idea of you going into those mines. He becomes a complete mother hen with you, especially if you're getting home late all dirty and a bit bloodied, dragging a sack full of loots behind you. He doesn't mean to seem overbearing, he's just incredibly worried that something may happen to you in there and he won't be able to help you.

🌙 He loves attending festivals with you, hands down. His favorite would definitely be Spirit's Eve. Besides the blackberry cobbler that has him drooling, he's really taken to the idea of sneaking around with you in the dark and being passionate with you. He really loves making out in the hidden cave behind the maze you found a few festivals prior.

🌙 There was one rainy day in the summer that kept you both trapped inside. He had written himself into a rut and the season was ending leaving you with no crops to tend to, you both just ended up redecorating the entire farmhouse all day. By the end of it, you both were crashed on the couch with your limbs all tangled up, peacefully sleeping together. It's one of his treasured moments.

🌙 You two often find yourselves slowly dancing in the kitchen more often than you'd thought. It often happens when you're waiting on dinner to finish cooking. Elliott loves keeping you close to him, your body heat soothing his nerves and your natural scent making his head swim wonderfully. He loves nothing more than holding your hands, passionately embracing as you both slowly move to the music.

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Hotter Than Hell: Chris Redfield x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

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Contains: Aphrodisiac, vaginal licking, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, choking, breeding kink, creampies, dirty talk, degrading kink, size difference, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, spanking, pregnancy kink

The lab was mostly empty.

That should’ve tipped him off that there was something dangerously wrong here. It’s never this easy, and yet, things just seemed too good to be true.

A cold steam puffed out from his lips as his steely blue eyes tactically scanned the room he had entered. Finger on the trigger of his assault rifle, shoulders wound tight like a spring, teeth grit and lungs left half-empty in case he suddenly had to fire; Chris was ready. This was all too grating for him, the quiet pulling at the back of his mind. Something was going to go horribly wrong and he knows it- Hell, the rest of Hound Wolf knows it too. He could see it in all of their eyes, keeping their sights on the shadows a little too long, guns never lowered, steps light.

It’s never this easy.

The lab had been half-explored at this point. It was some makeshift lab made up in some long forgotten military bunker in the barren arctic wastelands of northern Sweden bordering Norway. There was nothing around for miles, only hills of snow and the threat of polar predators hiding in the blanket of shimmering white.

The power has long been cut off, lightswitches lead to just continuous darkness and the breakers did nothing when flipped. The place was freezing, too. The cold bit through their military gear, clinging to their bones, dragging at them to slow down. It was already below zero outside, making the stone and metal innards that much more unbearable. At least the wind wasn’t present in here or else they would have to get the hell out; And that was the absolute last thing Chris wanted to do.

The Swedish flags had all been snatched off of the walls, replaced with banners and metal hangings of Neo-Umbrella all about the lab. A layer of dust had settled over everything, not even boot prints had disturbed the dust since it had gathered. That didn’t mean they couldn’t be on edge. There’s been plenty of times where a place looks to be abandoned but a B.O.W. or two is actually lurking around deep inside.

They all entered the next room, flashlights and the barrels of all of their guns sweeping and quickly clearing the room. There was more in here than the last; Notably, some folders were haphazardly scattered around with papers loose on the counters and floors. Lobo and Umber Eyes gathered them up when Tundra busied herself by looking at a nearby cabinet seemingly filled with something. There were three other doors aside from the one they had all filed in from.

As Chris was about to start digging through the mess left behind, a series of robotic beeps rang softly in his ear. Chris stalled for a second, exhaling before inhaling deeply and raising his hand to click at his earpiece.

“Den to Hound Wolf. Do you copy?” you spoke gently through the earpiece.

Your voice was always welcomed in his ears. Ever since he had met you when you were transferred from the BSAA to Hound Wolf, he felt a connection with you. Despite the fact that you barely had any training under your belt, your encounter stuck to him, clung on, the thought of you just anchored to his mind. You were just Hound Wolf’s field operations support just as Hunnigan was for Leon Kennedy, but Chris felt like there was something else there with you. He wanted to know what that was.

“Copy that, Den,” he spoke clearly. “Alpha here. Over.”

“Have you had any luck with searching the bunker?”

“Negative. We’re still in the trenches here.”

It ate at Chris that they hadn’t been able to find anything yet.

“Copy that. Radio in if you find something, Alpha. Den, out.”

The line cut off quickly. Chris wouldn’t admit it, but deep down, he was a little disappointed that your call ended so quickly. He also wouldn’t admit that he was starting to feel something for you. He denied it fully at first, attempting to snuff out the embers before it started a wildfire, but no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn’t happen. Every time he would see you around the base, in the meetings sitting pretty in front of him, heard you over the comms line- it drove him more and more insane. Despite acting a bit cold to you at first, you had taken a warm liking to the captain and greeted him with a sweet smile every day that made his stomach do flips.

Chris swallowed thickly and returned his free hand back to his assault rifle, squeezing the metal hard enough for his gloves to creak before he too joined in the search around the room.

“Any luck?” he asked the team over his shoulder.

He had walked over to a rusted-out desk in the corner and searched the few papers that lingered. The ink was mostly faded, but from what Chris could make out, it was about redesigning the DNA sequences in hunters. As if that’s what he really needs to worry about right now.

“Just a bunch of empty vials,” Tundra called out from the cabinet, her hands rummaging through the small glass tubes with no luck on her side.

“Everything is either too worn out or the ink is smeared,” Lobo scoffed as he handed Chris the papers.

Chris sighed through his nose, another puff of cold steam rising. He just shook his head and Lobo dropped the papers to the counter.

“We need to split up. We’re taking too long and the cold is settling in,” Chris ordered. “Canine, Lobo; Take the door on the left. Umber Eyes, Night Howl; The right.” He turned his attention to Tundra as she dropped the vials and closed the cabinet doors. “Tundra, you’re with me.”

The rest of his squad split as Tundra followed close behind on Chris’ heels. Chris pushed at the door, grunting as he found it jammed at its rusted hinges only to reel his foot back and kick the door in. He honestly didn’t care if there were B.O.W.s down here right now. He just wanted to get out of here as fast as he could before one of them came down with hypothermia. Luckily, this was one of the rare instances that the helicopter actually stayed closed, parked right out of the abandoned bunker sitting idly.

As Chris and Tundra trekked down the hall, they both focused in on their surroundings. There were less of them now, making them more susceptible to danger. One foot in front of the other, they went down the very narrow hallway, flashlights beaming right on the other end at the other door. Upon opening the door, they both found it to be mostly barren save for a few knocked over chairs and some empty bookshelves. The next few rooms were no different, holding no value to them as they continued on.

It all seemed like lost hope when they came upon a bigger door that was way more secure. It was heavy to move it, Chris grunting as he pushed against it.

Upon opening the door, they were greeted with what looked to be some testing chamber. A large L-shaped desk full of buttons and screens and levers sat before a large and very thick window. On the side of the room sat a very secured door leading into the room. Walking up to the window, Chris shined his flashlight in, squinting past the glare to see multiple floor-to-ceiling columns. He wiped the dust off of the window and peered in again, catching the glints of glass making up those columns before realizing that they were all inhabited. He was right; There were B.O.W.s here. The status of them all being alive or dead was up for debate, but considering they were all left suspended in what looked to be suspicious liquid, he’d safely assume they’re all dead. He could only make out a few of them, one of which being an odd looking hunter with longer limbs and a nastier head. He’d hate to go against that thing.

Tundra sifted through more of the papers found in the filing cabinets, each drawer opening and closing with loud screeches.

“Any luck?” Chris asked once again over his shoulder.

He was trying to make out what the others were as Tundra quickly looked through each paper.

“They all look to be intact!” she exhaled a sigh of relief.

Chris broke his gaze away from the chamber to see Tundra handing him a few thickly filled folders. Peering at the labels on the side, the last one caught his eye. “Genetic Bio-Insemination.” He didn’t like the sound of that.

He started with the first folder.which was only about the newly engineered hunters this lab had produced. According to what he was able to skim through, though, the experiments were all failures as they had all mostly suffered from what appeared to be cardiac arrest. The longest one to live had only been six weeks before they had preserved it in one of those tubes for further testing. Chris felt unease in his stomach; If that was the new hunter at six weeks, what would one look like when it was fully matured?

The next was some experiments done with a new virus that had also failed. While testing on rodents apparently showed “positive” signs, human testing fell through, making it just about as bad as a case of the flu with some other side effects.

Chris had flipped to the last folder when his comm sparked to life in his ear.

“Night Howl to Alpha, come in,” Dion’s voice rang clear.

“Alpha here, over.”

Chris set the folders down and pressed a finger against his earpiece as static crackled a bit.

“We’ve found some samples left behind. We’re unable to deduce what they’re for, but they were all well hidden in a desk drawer.”

“We’ve also found something, captain,” Canine’s voice cut in. “Files and a few more samples here.” “Meet us here, we’ve found something as well. Alpha, out.”

“Wonder what those samples are,” Tundra wondered out loud as she started to stuff the folders into the duffle bag.

Chris was about to turn back around to face the chamber when he spotted something in the corner of the room. There was a metal table half rusted to death with a row of test tubes on top. Upon getting closer, some were found off of the rack and one had been opened, its contents spilled down onto the table and floor. An odd floral scent tickled his nose, nearly making him want to sneeze. The liquid had long since dried to a weird purple color. It looked sticky to the touch, but Chris knew better. Instead, he picked up one of the empty vials and brushed the dust off of the label.

‘Reactive Compound - B,’ it read.

He noticed that there would still be one missing test tube from the rack when the door opened to reveal the other four members of Hound Wolf, nearly startling both Chris and Tundra.

“Holy shit,” Lobo exhaled, immediately seeing the chamber full of dead B.O.W.s before him.

Both he and Umber Eyes walked up to the window and peered in, attempting to make out what’s in there just like Chris had done moments ago.

“What all did you find?” Chris cut off their thought processes.

Canine and Night Howl handed the samples and files to Tundra who quickly pocketed them.

“They’re some sick fucks, I can tell you that,” Night Howl muttered. “That office was full of pictures of test subjects in some disturbing poses.” He pulled out a hard drive from his pocket and also handed it to Tundra. “I don’t wanna know what all that fuck’s got on here, but we swiped it anyways.”

“We found where they were experimenting at, but most of it was destroyed already. We only got a few tubes of blood and some folders that just kept track of some of the experiments,” Charlie stated bluntly.

“We’ve been here long enough,” Chris stated plainly. “Radio the pilot and Den. We’ll finish up in here,” Chris nodded towards the door.

The four once again left Chris’ sight as Tundra stood up from where she was sitting. She had picked up the three folders Chris was just looking at, taking interest in the one he didn’t read. Chris had grabbed a few of the empty test tubes and turned around only to stop in his tracks upon hearing the crunching of glass.

Under his heavy boot, he had lifted it up to see the missing test tube now shattered on the floor. The dark liquid that had once been contained inside had started to glow in the dark to a bright violet. The scent of sickly sweet flowers rose to his nose again as a light smoke trailed up from the spill. Chris covered his mouth with his gloved hand as he started to cough uncontrollably, a sudden pull tugged at his entire body as he was exposed to the fumes.

“Captain!” Tundra exclaimed.

Chris held out a hand to halt her in her place as he stumbled away from the shattered vial. He caught himself on the console and sank into one of the long abandoned chairs, trying to catch his breath. He felt like he had swallowed a burning cigarette. His lungs felt like they had been lit on fire as an uncomfortable sweat made him feel sticky all over. The cold suddenly wasn’t a bother to him anymore.

He didn’t hear Tundra radio the rest of the squad to come back, only noticing them when both Umber Eyes and Night Howl took one of each of Chris’ arms and slung them over their shoulders, essentially dragging the captain out of the bunker as quickly as they could.

Chris grit his teeth as it felt like his clothing was suddenly too tight and way too warm for his liking. It felt like he couldn’t breathe as sweat beaded at his hairline. An odd feeling started to twirl in his stomach, making his abs seize and his back clench. He snatched onto their shoulders, fingernails sinking into the thick material of his gloves as he was suddenly brought outside. He barely registered the quick smacking of the helicopter’s blades speeding up, only focusing on the way the arctic air made his skin feel.

They settled Chris into the cabin of the helicopter before slamming the doors shut. As some of them pawed at Chris to hold him down or take his vitals, he overheard Lobo get on the comms.

“Den, this Lobo! Alpha’s down, requesting emergent medical standby on base. ETA is two hours.”

He could barely make out the rest of what everyone else was saying over the rising beat of his heart in his ears or the way his temples pounded against his skull. His vision swayed and he only got warmer and warmer, a sudden pull at his eyes made the squad freak out and try to shake him awake. They tried calling his name, but all he could hear was your voice crying it out instead just as his world went dark.

It was radio silent since the call from Lobo cut out. You couldn’t reach any of them, not even the pilot. Instead, you kept your eyes firmly planted on the helicopter’s location firmly moving closer and closer to base. You counted down the miles in your head from hundreds to dozens to the single digits. You had radioed medical already, no doubt they were already waiting with a gurney and a crash cart for the captain as soon as they landed.

And then the horrifying idea struck:

They would radio it in if he passed, right?

Just the thought made you horribly nauseous and antsy, barely able to sit in your seat for long. When the helicopter was two miles from the base, you couldn’t help yourself and got up from your desk, abandoning your post as you rushed to the landing. By the time you got up there, you could hear the distant blades turning and see the lights through the night fog steadily getting closer and closer before it was right above you all. As soon as the cabin was steady and landed, medical staff peeled open the doors to the helicopter and transferred the captain onto the gurney.

The sight of him made your world stand still for a moment.

A respirator clinging to his nose and mouth, skin stained with sweat, his bulletproof vest had been pulled off and his jacket had been opened to make room for the heart monitors to be attached to his chest. He looked to be a sickly pale and he was breathing so heavily, weakly struggling against all that touched him as he was wheeled away.

As the rest of Hound Wolf watched on, they couldn’t help but notice you. They weren’t dumb, of course. They knew of the little spark you and the captain had. They constantly made jokes to the captain about you and how he should grow some balls already. They had seen the way you and Chris stare at each other, the way Chris goes out of his way to personally bring you reports instead of emailing them or having someone else bring you them, how he always eagerly answers the comms when it’s you talking on the other end. You both had been pining for each other since you joined them a few months back.

It was Tundra that broke you out of your trance as you watched the medical team wheel Chris through the emergency doors that lead right to the medical bay. She placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, unmasked, she gave you a reassuring smile.

“He’ll be okay. This is Chris Redfield we’re talking about,” her words were soft.

“Yeah, he’s too stubborn to die,” Canine piped up.

That earned him a swift elbow to the ribs from Umber Eyes and a pointed look from the others.

“What happened?”

You finally turned your attention to the others, eyebrows pinched in worry. You were starting to feel a little sick to your stomach.

“We found samples in some testing chamber and he stepped on one without realizing it,” Tundra explained. She dug in her pocket before pulling out two empty vials and handed them to you. “They’re the same as the one he stepped on: Reactive Compound - B. According to the files, it was used solely on the B.O.W.s they were breeding down there, but it was proven ineffective.”

Breeding? Did she say breeding?

A flush came to your cheeks as you stared back at her with wide eyes. There was no fucking way.

“Breeding?”

“Yes,” she hesitated. “It’s… an aphrodisiac.”

Chris Redfield had been essentially drugged with an aphrodisiac and is now suffering from it.

You honestly didn’t know what to say. You’ve heard of these kinds of things happening before, but you never thought you’d actually see it happen.

“Luckily, it was just the vapors of it, so it shouldn’t last long,” Night Howl offered.

You only nodded before looking back to the doors of the med bay. You knew there was no way in hell you’d be able to see him now let alone possibly later. They’d quarantine him, keep him under strict watch.

Tundra rubbed your shoulder before guiding you back inside.

Hours melted by slowly. You could barely keep yourself calm as you worried your bottom lip relentlessly. Your knee wouldn’t stop bouncing as you sat at your desk, fiddling with your thumbs, busying yourself with reports and filing whatever you could away. It all became too much for you, you couldn’t continue to sit here while Chris was alone in some room being watched like an experiment. You got up from your desk, your rolling chair nearly knocking over as you quickly marched out of your office and towards the medical bay.

As you walked, nearly jogged, you couldn’t help but wonder what you would say to get in. You really didn’t have any pull and they surely wouldn’t take anything Chris would say as an order in his state. You just kept walking, adamant on seeing him at the very least. He was probably so confused if he had woken.

As you trekked through the halls, you passed by the dark hallway that led to both Chris’ office and his room only to be snatched up by the back of your blazer jacket and shoved into the hard wall.

You gasped and cried out in shock, the air leaving your lungs quickly. Before you could make any more noise, a large scarred hand reached up and covered your mouth, muffling your cries. Your eyes were wide in shock and fright as whoever it was pressed their entire body against yours, allowing you to feel everything. You could barely make out any details in the dark, but you quickly spotted a glint of light in a pair of steely blue eyes. You quickly stopped struggling against the large hands pinning you in place, allowing him to loosen his grip on your face and shoulder.

“Chris?” you whispered.

You could now tell just from the scent alone that it was him, the faint smell of his cologne acting as a dead giveaway to you. The hand that was once on your mouth and nose came up to claw at the wall next to your head, in the low lighting you could barely make out his muscles shimmering with sweat and bulging. The other hand was still connected to you, fisting the material of your blazer, keeping you pinned up against the wall. He was panting like he had ran an entire marathon, chest heaving, shoulders squared. You also quickly realized the thing poking at your lower belly through the thick cargo pants he was wearing, a horrible blush settling over your cheeks. He loomed over you, casting you in darkness with how big he was compared to you.

How did he get out?

Surely they wouldn’t have just let him out, especially after what he had been afflicted with.

“C-Chris, I- Are you feeling oka- Mmm!”

He cut you off by nearly smashing his lips with yours, swallowing your gasp this time as he really pressed himself up against you. There were no minute gaps between you both, you could really feel everything. The hand that was snatching at your blazer quickly moved to the back of your head, locking his fingers in your hair, practically forcing you to stay locked in his fiery kiss. He was so riled up, kissing you passionately as though he would never see you again, nipping at your lower lip to get you to open up. When you didn’t at first, he sank his teeth in, pulling a whimper from you. Taking the opening he created, his tongue invaded the cavity of your mouth, exploring it with vigor as his tongue swirled around with yours. You ended up snatching him by his shirt, twisting your fingers in the slightly damp material and drawing him even closer.

God, the heat that radiated off of him was immense. You could feel his balmy sweat through his thin t-shirt.

The hand that was clawing at the wall snatched at your lower back, fisting the stiff material and forced your core up against his tented erection. You gasped and tried to pull back, cunt clenching as your pulse raised. When you tried to pull away, he snarled like an animal and deepened the kiss, teeth nearly clacking against one another. You could feel how big he was, how thick he was. You didn’t doubt that he would be big down there, but this? Fuck, you could feel it twitching too.

He suddenly pulled away, graciously allowing you to gulp down oxygen and lean into his touch. The glint in his eyes had darkened, the steely blue nearly swallowed by the pitch blackness of his pupils. You could see the gears turning, you saw something lingering in his eyes. Was it restraint? Was he fighting back against this? He was honestly fighting a losing battle as the sweat kept darkening his t-shirt and his dick just got harder.

And just then, you saw his eyes soften from their rabid gaze. Pupils shrank a bit, his breathing calmed for just a few pregnant seconds.

“Tell me you want this,” he begged softly. “Please.”

You nodded, not able to find your breath for a moment.

“I want this,” your voice was so light it was barely audible.

But he heard it. You could see his pupils start to dilate once again, nearly covering those beautiful blues when he grabbed you once again. You were expecting another steamy kiss but gasped out loud when he easily tossed you up and onto his broad shoulder. At the sound of you gasping and choking a bit when his brawn dug into your ribs, he clapped a big hand over your ass to shut you up. He dragged you down the hallway and kicked the door to his room open, the door slammed behind him from the force. Your hands scrambled to hold onto him only to have your body soar as he dropped you onto the bed unceremoniously. You landed with a gasp, bouncing on the firm mattress and rumpled sheets. The light by his bedside automatically turned on upon sensing your presence, revealing just how sex-crazed Chris had really become.

He was staring down at you like a predator, lips parted as he panted, he held an animalistic gaze. The gray t-shirt he wore hugged all of his muscles deliciously, sweat darkening around his pecs and down his abs, highlighting all of that brawn. His black cargo pants were held on by a belt wrapped tightly around his waist, but the star of the show was that erection straining underneath.

You could smell the sex in the air, and a brief glance away from him showed a trashcan full of used tissues. Had they just holed him up in his room to let him masturbate it all out? If so, that clearly hadn’t worked.

Chris snatched your attention back to him when he grabbed at your pants and roughly pulled them off of your person. You weren’t expecting it, scooting away from him like he had shocked you. Your dress pants were tossed over his shoulder carelessly, pooling by the door. His eyes zeroed in on your panties; Black, solid with a bit of lace around the waistband. Your button-up had ridden up a bit on your belly and your blazer had been forced open by him snatching at you just moments ago, the button in the middle missing entirely. He could spy with those eagle eyes of his, the dark wet spot slowly growing between your legs, hugging that pussy that was all his.

Feeling a bit self-conscious under his gaze, you drew your legs closer to your body, closing your legs in the process as you dragged your short heels up on the bed. Chris had snatched your ankles suddenly, roughly tugging your legs apart, your heels knocking off of your feet by the force of it.

“Chris!” you gasped.

Should you be afraid of him? This isn’t how you thought your first time with the captain would go. You always thought it would be more romantic, not with his being all sex-crazed and about to fuck you like an animal.

“Don’t hide yourself from me,” he growled. He roughly tugged you until your ass was barely off of the mattress. He kept your ankles in a vice-like grip as he forced your legs open. He knelt down to where you could feel his breath on your clothed pussy. You whimpered pathetically as his nose barely brushed you down there, then his lips. He snagged the crotch of your panties in his sharp teeth before playfully pulling them a bit before letting them go. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you,” he groaned. “How long I’ve wanted to fucking ruin you.”

“Chris~”

He suddenly snagged your panties and tore them for your person, tossing the wet scraps over his shoulder to join your pants and shoes. He dove right in, nose dividing your folds before his tongue greedily drank from your. Pressing his tongue flat, he dragged it up your kitty, fully tasting you as something sparked to life inside of you. You cried, tilting your head back as you snatched at whatever you could get your hands on. One sank into his black comforter while the other snagged his short hair, nails digging into his scalp. He growled against your pussy, deliciously vibrating it as he drank from you, licking up your sweet juices as they came out of you. He ate you out like a man starved, like a man possessed. Roughly, he fucked you with his tongue, dragging the tip in and our of your cunt, lapping at you like he was a dog. He kept your legs over his shoulders, hands snatching at your waist to bring you in even closer to that mouth of his. You locked your knees to his head, not allowing him to go anywhere. Your mouth was hung open as you openly moaned and cried, praising the captain as he ate you out.

“Right there! AH~ Chris! Right there,” you whined.

Chris hunched in on himself, getting up a bit, forcing your ass to lift off of the edge a bit so he could fuck you deeper with his tongue. The friction was so delicious you could get drunk off of it. Every tug on his hair had him snarling, pushing his face deeper into your folds. You gasped when his teeth dragged at your mound, sending little sparks down your legs and right back up into your blazing hot core.

You could feel it tightening. Like a rubber band being slowly stretched out, becoming taut, ready to snap. He was gonna make you cum just from that tongue of his alone. He looked up from your cunt, over your belly and clothed breasts. The look in his crazed eyes so desperate for you sent you over the edge. You squeezed your eyes shut as you came into his mouth, your mouth falling open as you let out a lewd moan.

You were glad that Chris’ room was away from the others.

He lapped at your orgasm as if it were a gift from the gods themselves, greedily drinking from you until your cunt was clean save for the bit starting to dribble out from the clenching pussy. He stood suddenly, pushing you back until you were now in the middle of the bed. He quickly stripped his t-shirt off, revealing to you the expanse of his muscles. You couldn’t help but nearly drool at them. For someone of Chris’ age, he really didn’t know the meaning of slowing down. His muscles rippled, highlighted with glistening sweat from the lamplight. His abs clenched and flexed, his broad chest heaved with every gulp of fresh air. His lips and beard glistened with the remnants of your orgasm. The next to go was his belt and pants. He pulled his belt off so fast the leather snapped against his hand but he remained unflinching. He dropped his cargo pants and kicked off his combat boots without care, leaving him in only his poor, straightening gray boxers. There was a wet spot where precum was leaking, slowly growing just as you had done in your panties. His erection tented more against the freeing fabric, no longer constrained by the tight pants. Chris dropped them too, practically snatching them off like they had offended him and tossed the poor pair to the floor.

Your eyes widened at the size of him. There’s no way that could fit inside of you. He was long and thick, and his head was red and a bit swollen. A trail of milky white cum ran down his shaft, trailing along a thick vein that ran along the underside. His balls looked full and heavy too, ready to dump his seed right into your waiting womb and breed you. Your mouth was watering at the sight, but something told you that you wouldn’t be tasting that dick tonight.

Chris wrapped one of his large hands around his dick and pumped his cock a few times, smearing his precum around his head and giving it a bit of a squeeze.

You couldn’t stand your clothes being on you anymore, breaking eye contact to fumble with the buttons of your button-up when Chris pounced on you. You had only managed to pull off your blazer and undo the top half of your buttons when he pulled the damned piece of clothing from your body, buttons flying across his room. You meant to scold him when he shut you up with a hand grabbing at your throat. You choked a bit, eyes wide as he forced you back down onto the bed. He rut his cock against your trembling cunt, smearing his precum and your orgasm around, readying you for him as his other hand grabbed at your breasts through your bra. He pulled your left breast from its cup and sucked at your nipple, worrying your rosebud with his teeth and making you cry out as best as you could.

Your head started to swim a bit from the lack of oxygen when he suddenly entered you, splitting you wide open. He let go of your throat and allowed you to basically scream, your nails suddenly biting into his broad shoulders. He groaned loudly, removing his head from your breast only to bury it in the crook of your neck. He slowly sank into you inch by inch, loving the way your sensitive velvet walls stretched and squeezed to accommodate his girth. He openly moaned against your neck, rutting into you like an animal until he filled you entirely. The head of his dick pressed against your cervix snugly, allowing no more of him to fit inside of you. He started slow with his thrusts, trying to get used to how tight you were wrapped around his big dick. Every thrust had you rocking against the bed, utterly at Chris’ mercy.

He started to speed up quickly, forcing a loud whimper from your lips as your poor pussy ached and cried. He couldn’t quite adjust to your cunt squeezing him, moaning loudly as his proud shoulders faltered. His hips started to snap back and forth at a faster pace, nearly ramming into you, dragging his thick head right into that special little bundle of nerves inside of you perfectly.

Chris went back to busying his mouth with your exposed breast. His left hand fisted the sheets beside your head while the other cupped at your face a little roughly, forcing your head to be tilted into the sheets and he lapped at your plump breast. He growled into you, sinking his teeth into your breast as he thrusted deeper into you. You let out a strangled cry, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you felt another burning sensation right at your core. It was as though your core was dripping with molten iron, ready to forge something big and brazen.

“Chris! I can’t- I’m gonna-”

He cut you off again with another harsh choke, his right hand wrapping around your little neck and squeezing just right to cut off most of your oxygen supply. He felt your pussy twitch and shudder around him. He was going to milk every single one of your orgasms tonight, ride them out, and breed you like the little whore you are.

You came with a choke, veins bulging in your neck as your larynx desperately bobbed. Your lips felt tingly as Chris unlatched his mouth from your breast to steal another kiss from you. He swallowed your cries, licked at the tears that streaked down your cheeks, nipped at what was exposed of your neck. He snarled against your sweaty skin as you came around his dick, biting deeply into the muscle of your shoulder forcing a strangled cry from you once more.

He unwrapped his hand from your throat again, driving himself nearly balls deep inside of you as he licked upwards from your breast to under your jaw.

“Who’s are you?” he snarled in your ear.

“Y-Yours!” you whimpered back quickly.

Your head was swimming, vision hazy and body feeling as though your nerves were made up of static.

You suddenly found yourself empty, whining at his missing cock until he suddenly flipped you over onto your stomach. You gasped, clutching at the sheets as Chris’ hands suddenly seized at your hips and forced your ass up. You weakly grabbed at the bed, unable to prop yourself up on your elbows.

Chris delivered a hard smack across your asscheeks, however. The spank resonated through the room and had you howling like a bitch in heat. He reached down and snagged a hand in your hair once again, pulling your head up just enough for a bit of pain to shoot down your spine right into your leaking cunt. You openly cried and whimpered, knees shaking and your ass throbbing.

“Wrong answer!” he snarled through clenched teeth. “I asked who you belong to.”

“Y-You! Chris! I belong to y-you!”

He delivered another harsh spank against your behind. You howled in pain and ecstasy again, attempting to bury your head in the rumpled sheets now covered in sweat but the hand locked in your hair didn’t allow for that.

“Wrong again, angel.” The use of the pet name made your cunt clench on air. “Who’s bitch are you? Who do you belong to?”

“You! A-Alpha! You!” you moaned like it was a prayer. “I belong to you, Alpha!”

Upon hearing those words, Chris sheathed himself back into you, going as deep as he could before your cervix blocked him off. He openly groaned, mouth hanging open as he groaned and cursed. He settled his hips back into the same motion, snapping back and forth, fucking you senseless, keeping your ass and hips suspended in the air like the submissive bitch you are. His heavy balls smacked against your ass that was still throbbing from his spankings, he had finally relinquished his hold on your hair to grab at your hips with both hands. His nails bit into your soft skin, he openly praised you, pressed kisses up along your spine.

“You’re mine, you hear that?” he snarled in your ear once again. “Your cunt, your womb, you’re all mine.” He nipped at your earlobe and nosed your hair. You could barely hear him over your own heart beating so quickly against your skin. Chris lapped at the back of your neck, nosing your hair off to one side and he bit into your pulse point. “I’m gonna fill you up and you’re gonna take every last drop, you hear me?” His voice was dangerously low. His fingers snagged your hair again as his other gave you a firm spank when you didn’t respond fast enough. He smirked darkly at your short cry. “I’m gonna fill that tight little womb of yours up so well you’ll be bred well and good by the end of the night. Wouldn’t you like that?”

“Yes!” you moaned like a whore.

“Moaning like a slut,” he snapped, spanking you again. He loved how you jumped when his large hand connected with the fine curve of your ass. “You’re my slut, aren’t you? You’re gonna be my knocked up slut after tonight, you know that?” Hearing his words made your cunt gush and throb and tighten. Your womb never felt so ready to be filled. “I’m gonna fuck you over and over and over until I know you’re well and bred like the bitch in heat you are.”

“A-Alpha-”

He spanked you again, enjoying your cries. Fresh tears fell from your eyes and the sheets greedily absorbed them as they fell.

“I can’t wait to get you pregnant.” The hand that was in your hand trailed down to your belly and lovingly stroked it. “Wouldn’t you like that? Being all swollen and fat with my kid? Letting everyone here know that I bred you like a whore? Just the thought of it- Ah, fuck!” Chris hissed as you felt him twitch cautiously inside of you.. His thrusts faltered a bit, growing sloppy as he continued to pile drive near balls deep inside of you. He reached his hand down to your dripping cunt and rubbed you vigorously for a moment, coaxing you to climax quickly. “I’m not stopping until it takes.”

“Alpha, p-please! I need it! I need you!”

Chris was losing himself. He teetered on the edge of release, attempting to draw it out just a bit more. Your sudden climax nearly made him spill into your waiting womb, your walls convulsing around him as he withdrew his fingers. He brought them up to taste you, all sweet and savory with a bit of his salty cum to mix. It tasted like heaven. He brought his hand down to your back, fingers snapping your bra behind your back. He could just imagine you all pregnant and pretty like a picture, tummy all big and swollen, breasts heavy with milk he’d want to try.

“You’re mine! You’re my submissive little cumdump! Do you hear me?”

“Yours! All yours!” you mewled weakly.

Chris found himself cumming inside of you. Abs tensing, back aching and seizing, his cock pumped his hot and milky seed deep inside of you. He came with a roar, head thrown back as he buried himself as deep as he could go. It felt like a massive pressure valve had been opened inside of him, allowing him to flood your womb all full and tight of his seed. You groaned, eyes fluttering and rolling back a bit at how full you really felt. Your cunt squeezed at him, milking him for everything he could give you.

After what felt like hours but really were just minutes, you felt Chris pull out of you. Expecting him to be calm, you relaxed your body and took deep breaths only to get a rude awakening. Chris had flipped you over onto your back once more and dragged your ass back over the edge. Before you could protest, Chris had snagged your ankles and brought them up close to your head, spreading your wide and forcing your knees against your chest. You moaned, tears streaming down your cheeks at the stretch as he folded you into a mating press. There was a dark and very hungry look in Chris’ eyes and you noticed he was still hard as a rock.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I’m gonna breed you all night, angel.”

His dick plunged back into your weeping cunt, causing you to only see white.

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Sympathy For Wolves: Werewolf!Blackwatch!Cole Cassidy x Fem!Reader

Chapter 8: What Big Fangs You Have

"I'm sorry. I never knew a wolf could cry." ~ The Company of Wolves

I'm back pookies :)

Reyes huffed through his nose when he heard the sound of sheets ruffling up from the other side of the door. Brow set low and temper starting to flare, he gave it another few pregnant seconds before he reared his solid fist up and rapped it against the linoleum door three more agonizing times. The knocks echoed down the hallway, breaking the silence once again.

He honestly didn’t know how to start this… “conversation.” Interrogation was more like it, it was most likely how Cassidy would describe it anyways. He feels like a father finding out his son has been skipping school, but somehow worse.

Something was wrong.

Something was horribly wrong and it was unraveling right before his eyes.

And there was nothing Gabriel could do to stop it.

He pounded the door again when nobody came to the door, heart pounding in his chest as he tried to come up with the words to start this off. He knew both of you were in there, he wasn’t stupid.

“Cassidy, I’m not gonna say it again!” he boomed from his side of the door.

He finally heard footsteps, too heavy to be yours as they quickly shuffled up to the door. He could hear the whispering and quiet screaming barely peeping through. It was when he went to knock again did the door finally fly open, his hand raised halfway up.

Cassidy stood there before him looking like he had just seen a ghost. Slightly pale, sweat glistening on his forehead and temples, throat bobbing as he tried to catch his breath. There was a weird look on his face, almost like it was a bit sunken. Reyes focused on his eyes though, brows furrowing in concentration since the moment the door slid open. Dark hazel eyes bore into honey brown ones; Although they weren’t as bright as they normally were, they certainly weren’t glowing yellow like they did a few days ago.

He had to have been losing his mind. There’s no way that Cassidy’s eyes were glowing yellow like neon signs down the Las Vegas strip. It’s not possible. Moira’s ramblings about the supernatural were just getting to him. Although, some part deep down inside of him was screaming right into his face about how a dangerous thing is staring him right in the face; a wolf in sheep's clothes, a monster using his only sense of a son as a disguise. 

“We need to talk,” Reyes found his words, less harsh than when he was demanding for the door to open, but firm enough that Cole’s shoulders drooped a bit. He noticed you had popped up behind Cassidy, the stark blue and white of your Overwatch uniform contrasted and clashed with the dark greys and reds and blacks of Cassidy’s. You wore the same worried look on your face if not better, eyeing the back of Cassidy’s head nervously. “I’ll have him back in a bit. We just need to talk over a few things.”

He could never bring himself to speak to you the way he speaks to others. You were really the only thing keeping Cole in line- a line he sometimes falls out of when he wants to act like a high school lover with you- and he could appreciate that. If not for you, he doesn’t know how Cole would’ve healed up from his mauling. You were probably so terrified right now. He must’ve told you about what had happened - better it came from Cole than him, though. Your eyes briefly flashed over Gabriel’s own before nodding slightly. When Cassidy stepped out of the room, you took up the doorway in his place.

Reyes turned on his boot heel and started down the hall with Cassidy following right behind him as he should, uncharacteristically quiet.

You watched from the doorway as the two turned down a corner and disappeared from sight. Before you could close the door, you were suddenly startled by the presence of another person behind you in the hallway. You jumped when you finally noticed her, like a specter in the night, like a ghost in the mirror, Moira appeared out of thin air. You thought Cole was always overreacting when she first joined into Blackwatch, but you’ve grown to understand that he wasn’t bluffing. You try to avoid her as much as possible, she has a way of digging into everyone’s skin with her particular choices of words.

She eyed you up and down, heterochromatic eyes studying you like you were some insect in a jar. You didn’t squirm in your place, instead, clearing your throat and quietly greeting her with just a simple “Doctor.” The title you bestowed was generous at best. “Hello.”

“(Y/n), is it?” You wanted to shudder in your spot. Just hearing her say your name was uncomfortable. “Tell me,” she put on a fake face, a mixture of concern and appeasement, “how is Cassidy?”

The door slammed shut behind Reyes, effectively locking Cassidy in with his boss. His pulse could be felt all through his body, especially behind his eyes. His ears were ringing, roaring as blood rushed through his body. He felt warm all over, just barely warm enough for it to start making him uncomfortable. His uniform felt like it did when he first joined in Blackwatch, back when he was all scrawny and lanky with little fat or muscle mass. It weighed on him.

Reyes gave him a look as he continued to block the door and Cassidy took a step back. The spur chiming hurt his head.

Reyes hadn’t brought them both too far away from his room, just the small Blackwatch meeting room Reyes practically slept in half of the time, basically using this as his own office most of the time as his own bedroom was cluttered with papers and evidence and plans. It only rubbed salt in the wound that Reyes was nowhere near the status of ‘Golden Boy’ as Morrison was.

All of the curtains were drawn shut, the only light in the room was a small desk lamp Reyes must have left on when he was last in here. Judging by the smell of coffee and possibly burnt toast, it was maybe only thirty minutes ago.

“You wanna explain to me what the hell is going on?” Reyes broke the silence.

He didn’t know what was worse: The silence building as Reyes looked at him like a disappointed dad or the fact that Reyes was now going dig in and interrogate him.

“I-I don’t-” Cole swallowed thickly, unsure of how to start explaining what all is happening to him. “I don’t know, Reyes.”

His facial expression changed only for the briefest of seconds. Cole noticed it, the twinge in his brows where they slightly upturned and his lips pulled back into a worried frown before his face settled back into an unamused stance. He was worried, terrified probably, but he couldn’t show it. He was the boss, what would happen if the boss was freaking out while everyone else did too? He had to stay static and near-emotionless.

“So you don’t know what’s happening to you?”

“No-”

The warm feeling was starting to make him nauseous.

“Not any ideas? I can bring O’Deorain, she has a lot of theories still.” He felt a twinge of rage bubble inside of him. Just the thought of that walking malpractice was enough to quell the wavering worry inside of him. “Because I don’t even know if what I saw a few days ago in the lab was real or not- And I’m fucking sure I wasn’t hallucinating.”

His eyes.

Reyes was talking about his eyes.

He could still remember that stunned look Reyes wore when he saw them. It was that kind of look when you tell someone everything they’ve been told exists just got flipped upside down. It was the kind of look of someone finding out his best friend- his (at this point) late-stage adopted son - was a monster. For a brief flash, he could remember seeing his own eyes in the mirror. They were unnatural, inhuman, almost like his eyes had been ripped out and replaced with an animal’s- like a wolf’s.

Just thinking about this made his nausea bubble up worse.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” Cole repeated. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me and I sure as shit don’t know what’s gon’ happen to me. And I’m fuckin’ scared, Reyes.” His throat felt so dry all of a sudden, but his tongue still found words. “I got mauled by a fuckin’ monster, almost died on the spot, was out for over a week, attacked ya, punched a hole in a bag, my eyes fuckin’ glow, been poked and stabbed by that fuckin’ insane doctor!” He was rambling. He was rambling and Reyes was watching on in pure worry now. He had to lean back and grip the edge of the solid table for support. “I ain’t had a decent night’s rest since I woke up a month ago, Reyes. I ain’t havin’ good dreams, only nightmares. Do you even know what I dream about? I’m gettin’ chased, mauled all over again, hunted down. Hell, now (Y/n)’s mixed into all this shit too!”

“Cole-” he tried to calm him down, but Cassidy still kept going.

“I told her,” he licked his unbearably dry lips. “I told her what happened- what happened to me. The look on her face made me wanna fuckin’ vomit, I ain’t ever seen her so scared. She ain’t even looked like that when I woke up. Do ya know what it’s like? It’s like she’s becomin’ terrified o’ me!” His grip on the table tightened, the wood creaking eerily. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

It felt like something was inside of him, screaming to get out, begging to be let out of the cage somewhere deep inside of him. The pressure was building, the fog in his mind was getting thick, there was an odd burning sensation at the now healed wound at his shoulder.

Reyes closed the distance, putting both hands on Cassidy’s broad shoulders firmly, knocking him somewhat out of a state of internal panic. Face now painted in pure worry, Reyes was solid before him, eyes determined.

“Whatever is wrong, we will fix this, Cole,” Gabriel promised. “I swear to you, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Cole shuddered, body suddenly feeling weak as he found himself trembling. Lips quivering, eyes starting to stab a bit as tears welled up, he found himself suddenly wrapping his arms around his commander and breaking down. Collapsing against Reyes, crumbling under his touch, he let out gasping sobs as Gabriel comforted him as one would with his son, wrapping strong arms around him and holding him steady as Cole let all of his pent-up emotions out.

Moments passed by like molasses dripping in December before Cole finally found himself feeling better, pulling away from Gabriel sheepishly. Wiping his eyes with the back of his glove, Gabriel eyed him before swallowing.

“You should get back to your room. (Y/n)’s waiting,” he offered a way out. “She may have popped out though, Morrison’s been running her ragged lately.”

Cole nodded silently, moving past his boss and towards the door of the meeting room. The door slid open quickly as it detected him near, but he stopped in the open doorway. He gazed back at Reyes who was still watching him cautiously with his arms crossed across his chest, surely hiding the wet spots made from tears.

“Thanks, Reyes,” Cole thanked him softly.

“You needed it, kid.”

Stepping out of the room, the door slid closed behind the cowboy. He quickly turned on a dime and started back for his room, hoping to get a bit more shut eye whether you were there or not. As he headed for his door, he glanced down at his hand and flexed his fingers. His nails were still human nails, his hand was not all scratched up underneath the glove. It was nerve-wracking and horrifying that this was all happening to him.

He needed to actually sleep.

Reaching his door, he found himself feeling hurt when he saw you were no longer around. He stood there in the doorway of his room and took in that intoxicating smell once again, salivating at the scent as he tried to figure where you could’ve went, but alas, he found himself too tired to even try. Maybe Gabe was right, maybe you had to do something else for Morrison before you were finally relieved. He didn’t miss that off-medical smell in the air, however, like a specimen jar that had been left open for too long and shut, it lingered around in the hall and made the hairs on his neck stand at attention.

Ignoring it and walking over to his bed, Cole shucked off his boots and heaved himself into it, not even bothering to get under the covers. It was depressing knowing that he wouldn’t get much sleep, and with what little he got, it wouldn’t be free of nightmares. He didn’t even fight the pull at his eyes or the cloudiness in the back of his head before he found himself drifting off.

Something jolted him awake.

In what felt like deep, uneventful slumber, something awoke him with what felt like electrical shocks all through his body. He sat up, hands snatching at whatever they could reach and pull. Chest heaving, ears deafened to the sounds around him churning out like a never-ending nightmare. Everything was muffled, his sight was blurry as the full picture was slowly coming into view.

Something was rotten in the state of Denmark.

It was the chill that struck him first that gave him a clue that something wasn’t right. He was both freezing and warm at the same time, like he had been plunged in a pool of polar water and stuck in front of a fire to keep warm. It was like he had developed hypothermia and he was being treated wrongly. That happened to a gang member once upon a time; the dumb bastard got drunk and fell into a river when it was freezing cold out, crawled out after forever and sat right in front of a barrel fire. Cole couldn’t quite remember right, but that guy lost a few toes and a finger for sure.

He felt around himself, his armor oddly heavy, his hat obstructed. His skin was dirty, mud caked on and some parts of his skin had been scratched open just enough to barely bleed. Peacekeeper was gone, missing from her trusty holster which was torn apart on his hip.

Cole’s eyes darted around as his hearing quickly came back to him all at once.

He wasn’t in his room.

He was back in these damn woods.

The hauntingly tall pine trees and rotting old oaks surrounded him, spearing the night sky as dark clouds rolled past. There were barely any stars visible, an eerie haze had settled over the woods; it was starting to grow thick, starting to swallow the odd little clearing he found himself sitting up in.

In the distance, he could hear gunfire in rapid bursts, but he couldn’t make out any of the muzzle flashes through the trees and bushes. It surrounded him like these woods, trapping him, only adding to the dizzying experience.

It was only when he went to stand on his feet did it suddenly spear him: Pain.

Horrible, unbearable, blinding pain.

It burst open like blood vessels starting from his chest, the poor man crumbling back down to the grassy floor, hands and knees biting into the plush earth beneath him. The air was knocked out of him completely. His ribs felt like they were about to burst open, crack apart and allow whatever it was inside of him to crawl out in all of its brutal mercy. He let out a pained shout, cut off by his own throat seizing, his own body was strangling itself. His heartbeat was suddenly loud in his ears, drowning out the gunfire in the distance as it slowly morphed to a mix of a firefight and panicked shouting.

Cole clawed at the grass and snatched at the collar of his chest plate, desperately tugging at it to relieve the pressure building up inside of him when he heard something ring out like a shot.

“-siddy!” a voice cried.

Panicked eyes looked up, tears stabbing, looking wildly around at the tree line. Another wave of horrific pain had him breaking line of sight as he bellowed out in agony.

“Cassidy!” the voice cried again.

It was getting louder. It was getting desperate. It was getting oh, so familiar.

It couldn’t be-

“Cole?!”

“(Y-Y/n)?” he spat out weakly.

You sounded so terrified. He struggled against the ground. Gritting his teeth, he bit his tongue to lessen his scream as he forced himself to stand as best as he could. His legs trembled underneath him, threatening to buckle at any second. He took a shaky step towards the trees, then another, then another before he stumbled and caught himself in the grass again. He heaved, bile settling on his tongue as his body seized in torture.

It felt as though his entire body had been lit ablaze, like he was tossed into the fiery pits of hell.

Where were you?

What was happening?

What was it that you were so terrified of?

He heard the foliage before him rustling quickly as someone tore through blindly. He tried to call out only for another pulse of agony to silence him, gritting his teeth once more as he hunched in on himself.

“Cole!” you openly sobbed.

An overwhelming smell settled into the clearing. Heavy, hot, reeking of wet iron and soiled copper. It stabbed him right in the nostrils, clawing onto his brain. It made his vision spin even more, it made his eyes burn and water, it made his throat squeeze with a disgusting tightness.

It made his mouth start to oddly water, saliva pooling under his tongue as it rolled over his teeth that felt as though they were now too big for his mouth.

“(Y/n)!” he managed to bellow out.

His voice was not his own. It was heavy, hoarse, lacking a sense of humanity. It sounded like a monster had taken over him.

“Cole?!” you wailed.

The foliage was parting faster and faster towards his location. Through the snapping of branches and your frantic breathing and whimpering, he heard something cut through the unease of the night like a bullet. Vicious snarling followed close behind you like a dog snapping at your heels.

Except that was what was exactly happening.

You barely broke through the line of trees and thick bushes when you were unceremoniously yanked back into the woods by a looming figure. The fear in your eyes was enough to paralyze him, to briefly forget for a moment as something inside of him tore him apart by the very fibers of his being.

Your screams were bloodcurdling, plants violently whipping around as you were torn into by the monster. A few shots rang out from your gun before it fell out into the clearing, most likely carelessly tossed aside by the beast before gutting you. It clung to his soul, forever to haunt him until the end of his days. The screams were cut off with a meaty crunch, your life gurgling out of you as the monster took the only good thing he had left going for him.

It felt like the light inside of him had been snuffed out the same as yours but it did nothing to blind him from the pain that was currently exploding inside of him. Wincing and screaming through his teeth, he felt something crackling inside of him as his armor became all too snug.

Through the horrendous pain, he was still able to look up just as the beast rose from the foliage, wolfen head rising up above the bushes, dual yellow eyes piercing through him.

And a big bloodied scrap of your overwatch uniform clamped between a row of gnarly fangs.

He hadn’t meant to sleep that long.

He hadn’t meant to sleep at all, but the pulling at the back of his mind lulled him down and now he paid the price. Even though he was fully awake- as awake as he can be at least with all the lack of sleep he’s been getting - he could still hear your shrill and panicked voice echoing in his head before being torn into by a monster. He never wanted to hear you make a noise like that ever again. He’s heard you cry and scream before, hell, he’s even seen you take a bullet to the side and heard the aftermath. But this? It was the stuff of nightmares.

The water running from the faucet was near-boiling as steam filled the bathroom. Cole gripped onto the sides of the sink to support himself, gloves discarded on the dresser in his room. His mind was foggy, his vision swayed just a bit, he was still disoriented from his dream. They’ve been getting worse, more vivid, more morbid. Even now, standing awake, staring at the running water that bellowed out steam like a factory, he still could remember how terrified you sounded right up until you were being mauled.

Cole sighed, bulky shoulders faltering for a second as he blinked lazily. As he debated on whether to seek you out or try to lay down, a drop of blood fell into the running water, twisting about in the sink before being washed down the drain. Startled by the sight, he instinctively raised a hand to his nose and wiped at it a bit, but pulling his hand away revealed nothing staining his fingertips. He felt again, oblivious to the sudden heavy weight in his mouth until an aching pain erupted from the back of jaws. Clutching his bottom jaw with one hand, he swiped at his mouth with the back of his other hand to find blood smeared across it.

Dread washed over him, prickling down his spine like icy nails despite the bathroom being so full of steam. His mouth felt heavy and full as the ache grew until it felt like his gums were starting to split. Panicking, he swiped his free hand across the mirror before him only to jump back a few steps by the sight.

Fangs.

He had fangs like a fucking dog. Top and bottom canines were long and sharp and his molars were all distorted and jagged, covered in blood as his mouth struggled to contain them all.

All sound became muffled to his ears, meshing all into one overbearing noise consisting of the water running and his heart beating all too quickly. He covered his mouth with his hand, smearing blood on his palm as the slean swipe in the mirror began to fog back up. Not believing it to be true, Cole launched himself back at the sink, gripping onto the hot porcelain for dear life as he swiped clean another mark on the mirror-

Except this time, he was normal albeit for the blood that remained in his mouth.

He was speechless, eyes wide as he stood there a panting mess. He gripped onto his face, still sore in the gums from what just happened, a ghost of the real-life dream he was having. He pulled at his lips to look into his mouth only to see all of his teeth were… normal. No fangs, no dog teeth, all of them were completely normal for a human.

Something was horribly wrong.

He needed you. He needed you there to be his witness to this and you were missing.

Turning on his heel, he peeled out of his room and trudged through the halls towards the main training hall in search of you. He had no clue as to where you could be, exhaustion pulling at his eyes as they searched idly around the hall, looking over the various Overwatch agents that were meandering about, some familiar, some foreign to him. The usual big-wigs were in their usual stations, especially the laughing giant as he boomed with primal joy, squishing some poor new recruit beneath his massive bulk into the sweaty mats. Poor bastard. The agents around him mostly paid him no mind, but some gave him questioning looks and very few called out to ask if he was feeling alright. He felt wrong for ignoring them, merely waving them off as he continued to look around.

Tearing his eyes away from various scenes, he searched around more, swearing that he could smell your shampoo cutting through just a bit here and there. Nostrils flaring a bit as he took in the scent again, trying to pinpoint you in the crowd, he instead heard something cut into his concentration like a shot in the dark.

He winced at first, words mumbling and muffling in his ears like a distorted radio was blaring right before him. Cupping one side of his head with his hand, the groan he let out was weak as the words quickly became unscrambled and softened.

“-n’t think this is the time nor place to talk about this.”

Your voice. Looking around the crowd, eyes wild and erratic, he peered through the faces until he suddenly spotted you not too far away. Up a flight of stairs, back to him as you were walking away, you were speaking to someone next to you, but he couldn’t make out who just yet. He started towards you, eyes now glued to the back of your head in a way that he knew you wouldn’t get away so easily this time. Something inside of him stirred as he got closer, some carnivorous feeling of both wanting to yank you away from here but to also keep following- like prey.

The thought startled him out of his trance long enough to notice who it was you were speaking with.

“I know this is hard for you, but this is a matter of upmost importance.” Her words alone made rage bubble in Cole’s gut. From beyond the various obstructions, he saw that Moira was right beside you, keeping pace as you both took a shortcut through the training hall. “I need to know if Cassidy has been acting different since he awoke.”

“Why don’t you ask him yourself?”

“You know how he can be; Quite stubborn and rebellious, he refuses to come to his own division’s doctor. Especially with something as urgent as this.”

He followed close behind, coming up the stairs quickly and staying directly behind you both. You were walking faster than you normally did, trying and failing to outpace that walking biohazard.

“You know, you haven’t shared your… “theories” with me. What do you even think is going on with him? He got mauled by some project whipped up by Talon-”

“It’s my own to figure out if you would just do me the pleasure of answering my questions.”

She was getting annoyed from not getting her way.

“So what if he’s acting a little different? I would be too if that happened to me-”

“Listen to me-” Moira suddenly seized you by your bicep, stopping you short, obviously startling you. He pressed on, marching faster, suddenly blinded by anger at the sight of such a leech even daring to touch what was his. “If he is what I think he’s become, then we will all suffer the consequences! Don’t you understand?”

“Let her go!” he suddenly shouted.

It was only you three in the hallway. The commotion from the training hall behind him was too great for anyone else to hear it, but he certainly snatched both of your attentions.

“Cole!” you breathed a sigh of relief.

Moira unlatched your arm from her grasp long enough for Cole to put his body between both of yours. You were quick to stand behind him, uneasy about the doctor while rubbing at your aching bicep from how harshly she snatched at you. Normally, you wouldn’t cower behind Cole like this, but something about her struck a nerve with you. You pressed yourself up against Cole’s broad back, on of your hands fisted the back of his uniform while the other rested on his side, fingers digging in just a bit.

Both Cole and Moira were sharing seething glances at one another. It was only because you were here that he was heavily exercising his restraint despite wanting to do anything in his power to get her the hell away from you.

“There’s something wrong with you. You can feel it!” she spat. “Don’t think I haven’t been noticing what all you’ve been doing! What all you’ve been going through!”

“You got five seconds to get the hell out of my face,” Cole grit his teeth.

The sad excuse for a doctor didn’t even spare you both another glance. She turned on her heel and started her march back towards the training hall, leaving you both behind. You slowly unlatched yourself from Cole’s back and quickly embraced him, knocking him out of his trance.

“I’m so glad you found me,” you wrapped yourself around him tighter.

Cole found himself loosely embracing you, arms resting around you, settling his chin on top of your head, he couldn’t help but continue to glare at the end of the hallway where Moira disappeared to as the taste of blood settled under his tongue once again.

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Sheep News: 2/28/25

Hello!

Here I am, here we are!

I'm sure some of you have been waiting for this day to come.

I'm so sorry for my absence, but I have returned, at least for a bit. Who knows with me nowadays :)

A lot has happened with me in the past few months like moving a few times, medical issues and now being established in a career. I think I've settled back into a good routine that will allow me to get back into writing.

What's coming up:

I will be updating all of my fics and headcanons to spruce them up a bit! The masterlist will finally be updated for tomorrow (March 1st, 2025).

I have a lot in store for you all in March! I've been toying with some ideas, some of which I'm sure some of you will love! I've added some new fandoms to the list such as Palia and Coral Island!

The ask box is open! I did clear out some old asks that didn't resonate with me unfortunately so I'm sorry if you do not see your asks and suggestions. Commissions are also open, too.

I have a nasty craving for some monster asks, so please send some in!

One of my fics will finally be finished after having started it back in 2022! It felt so good finally finishing it off.

Police Dog will be put on hold until April.

I'm starting a project for October to go along with Kinktober. I'm starting it now so I don't lose steam during the month, lol, knowing me.

My Ao3 will be updated soon, as well.

I will be starting a new chapter series for Resident Evil. Details will come soon, but I'm sure you all know how my stuff goes :))

This blog may convert to be a general blog for me. I've been having a lot of fun with my drawing tablet and my art, so I may add on. I'll let you all know before I do.

That's all for now!

I've missed you all and thank you all for worrying about me and sticking through.

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