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Honestly likes how shy and quiet you are because it makes him seem more macho (not just for that reason ofc but still)
Likes teasing you in public with whispers in your ear or sneaky PDA that makes you jump and squeak
Jeremy is very protective and possessive. Very "Is this guy bothering you? Nah, nah, I'll kill him for fucking with my boo!"
He shows off a lot to impress you, but also is fine with failing because you either laugh at the stupidity or fuss over him after.
Soldier
Jane is a little hard headed sometimes and sometimes gets frustrated about things he doesn't understand. Like at a restaurant, he has trouble really understanding why you have issues telling the waiter your order was wrong.
Talks for you a lot (/lovingly but ohhhh my goddd)
Soldier means well and loves your more reserved nature, but he also wants to show you the world! This causes some communication issues.
Pyro
Kind of babies you a little and loves being the leader and guiding you around places
Overprotective like Scout, but a lot more supporting rather than confronting.
Shares their balloonicorn with you π₯Ίπ₯Ίπ₯Ί
Pyro is fine with being an introvert lover, so absolutely is fine with cuddle dates and movie nights
Demoman
This man TEASES. Like, NEVER STOPS. Scout on steroids.
Whispers dirty things in your ear in public and adds a little "Aww, why are you so flustered? Only you heard the nasty things I wanna do to you."
His favorite thing to do to you in public is put his arm over your shoulders and pull you in close- maybe just a little too close for friendly PDA- but most people brush it off as "drunken balance issues"
Loves when you squeak and squirm behind closed doors, the way you shy away from even kisses.
Engineer
Doesn't push it in public and usually gives you your space. If people give you a hard time in public, he gets rather protective in that kind southern sternness.
In private, he's a lot more lovey and sweet on you. Pet names. Kisses. Teasing.
He's not too dirty minded about the teasings since he's a little worried about making you uncomfortable. Usually he lets you make the signals before he takes initiative.
Dell loves giving you knowing looks in public to make you blush, but that's the most he'll ever do in public.
Heavy
This man keeps you safe like a baby bunny in a big bear's arms. Any attempt to even look at you is met with a glare and an escort out of the room.
Scary dog privilege energy fr. As long as you're around you don't have to worry about your orders at restaurants being wrong or people looking at you! They're all busy staring at your man!
Heavy loves picking you up and carrying you around to keep you safe- but even that is embarrassing! As you cover your face, Heavy mumbles in your ear :
"Why so nervous? You like my strength when we're alone."
Medic
RIP man, this mf is ruthless. He loves to fluster you any and everywhere he can. Your shyness is a game to him and Medic is top of the leaderboard.
Somehow he's even able to sweettalk you when under the knife! You're not sure if it was out of genuine opportunity to flirt or to see your physical heart accelerate.
Has probably pavlov'd you into blushing whenever he speaks German let's be honest
The most out and proud about your relationship. What are they going to do, fire their only good Medic?
Sniper
Since he's rather introverted himself, he's not one for PDA or flustering you in public. In private he's a little more lovey-dovey.
Mans likes smacking your ass when you walk by or when you're turned away from him. He thinks it's funny when you cover your butt when you walk by him.
Mundy likes murmuring sweet nothings only occasionally, believing that sweet words matter most when the moment is right.
He is the resident "fine, I'll be the group extrovert" between you two and usually handles social situations and talking.
Spy
Oh he thinks your shyness is absolutely adorable. You know what you want, but just can't muster up the words out of mortification? It totally gets him going to give you exactly what you want.
Flowery words, actual flowers, and frequent date nights as "business partners". Of course business partners give brief kisses before a meal- it's a French thing! (jk jk)
Has an entire mental file on what flusters you the most in each situation. His favorite way is to sneak up behind you, put his hand on your shoulder, and whispering in your ear.
He has worried about you choking in his smoking area due to all your hyperventilation, so he makes a habit of airing out the smell of cigarettes and marijuana.
Yo, cis guy here, I've always felt a lot of shame about being super gay for the tf2 men, because it made me feel like less of a man. You reckon I could possibly get a scout or engie x reader when theyre calling the reader handsome, pretty boy, big man, and lots of masculine petnames? Smut or fluff or ignoring this is fine
I really like your work dude π
fellow guy here- I totally get it man. i'm glad that other guys like me enjoy my work. I also struggled with my attraction to men and fictional men were (and still are) my escape from homophobia and biphobia. Stay safe, you're valid.
TF2 Mercs With a Masculine!Male Reader
Scout
He loves squeezing your muscles and feeling your abs, totally not thinking of you as a goal for himself!
Nicknames include: Big man, big boy, sweet cheeks, hot shot/stuff, bossman, stud, etc.
likes the feeling of your facial hair when you kiss him- it tickle/scratches him in the best way!
Soldier
Thinks of you as the best man in the unit of RED! You're an exemplary man with gusto and power to spare! Solly fell for you when he caught you on a morning run "to keep yourself fit". That dedication got his heart skipping!
Nicknames include: Soldier, pride, the unit's pride and joy, big man
arm. wrestling. as. flirting., sparring. as. flirting. honestly anything that gets him up close and personal to you
Pyro
Hold onto you like a damsel in distress and loves how protective you are over them. As much as Pyro would and has protected you from enemy Spies, they like depending on someone who can hold their own.
nicknames include: My fire, firefly, my fireman, big boy, handsome
They love how you treat them like "just another one of the boys" rather than "the creature"- it really hurts their feelings when they're excluded due to how they cope with life.
Engineer
God he couldn't have asked for a better assistant. You grab heaps of metal for him, toolboxes, and sentries you can pick up with both hands and carry over to him!
Nicknames include: Hoss, handsome, big man, sir, boss
loves watching you work out while he works on his bench (sometimes even being your bench weight)
Demoman
He treats you like how he'd treat any partner of his, no changes. Demo's kind, loving, tender, but would let you fend for yourself to not baby you.
loves cuddling up to you and just burying his face in your muscles- but when he's not sleepy he is constantly hooting and hollering about how awesome his boyfriend is.
Heavy
a lot more friendly about his romance, treating you more like a best friend than a romantic partner in public mainly due to his anxiety about "being caught"
nicknames include(mostly in russian): lover, love, handsome man, hero, heart
he loves kissing your strong hands and sliding his hands over your muscles, it assures him that you're strong enough to take care of yourself, and that eases his worries.
Sniper
god this is a useless gay man. he sees you crush a bonk can and his heart skips a beat. you take off your shirt and he's speechless. you make him unprofessional and it ruins him internally.
nicknames include: Hotstuff, love, mate, darling, chickadee, big bugger, bear
he likes asking you to carry his stuff, complaining about his aching arms (totally not to watch you carry his things!!!)
Medic
ooooh god this man is a HOMOSEXUAL for you. on GOD.
nicknames include: honeybear, my love, my heart, my magnum opus, big man, beast
can, has, and will continue to flirt with you on the battlefield, no matter who sees him do it. If anyone gives you shit for being gay, he's instantly at your side and ready to beat them down with you
Spy
i mean... if you have a degradation kink go ahead i guess? he treats you like a bodyguard in public and is cold and callous in other's eyes. they think he hates you. In private however he is all over you. kissing, holding, embracing, etc., whispering sweet nothings in your ears.
nicknames include: my sweet love, my man, my handsome, big beauty, sweetness
although he seems uncaring in public, anyone who disrespects you gets backstabbed as "target practice" later when they least expect it.
Pleeeeeeeaaase please please, can we have some more of that lovely hybrid 141 fic.
More lion hybrid!reader as a treat for meee
Part one
You had been absolutely drunk on all the attention you had been getting. Deleriously happy, really. You don't really know what you did to deserve it, to finally be accepted, but now you were! Gaz combed your mane, and Johnny let you rub up on him, and they even let you sleep in the den sometimes!
You didn't even notice the stench of guilt around the taskforce. Sure, you were happy, but everything was just...wrong. You acted desperate. You still looked sickly. There was a starved look behind your eyes, like a light had gone out. You were so, so far from the proud lion you had been. It got worse when Nikolai landed at the base for some maintenence, a feline himself, a Manul hybrid. The glare Price received when he saw you in the den could have killed. His instincts taking over at the sight of the dazed look in your eyes. Barely aware of your surroundings as you dozed. A clear sign of a neglected hybrid. He didn't say a word at his long time comrade, just snarled lowly and went to the den, scooping you up.
You let out a startled yowl, but settled at the scent of another hybrid. His hands felt so good, so big and warm and gentle as he delicatly ran one over your ears. Perfect in a way the others hadn't learned even now. You cozied up to him like a kitten, rubbing your head against his as a purr started rumbling in your chest. You missed the glare Nik gave Price as he took you away to get some proper care. You definitely missed the ashamed look on Price's face.
For @rac0ongirl13 and all the people under that post that wanted this!! Absolutley loved the concept!
Also!! Please Please Please send me asks, I would love writing for you guys!
Lion hybrid! Reader x wolf hybrid!141
Hurt/comfort, reader gets neglected and stops taking care of themselves, guilt from 141, general angst
Mini pt. 2 blurb
You had been on the team for almost a month now. Transferred from your old team, your pride, by Laswell for your skills that she believed would round out the 141. At first you were ecstatic, the 141 were legendary and you were so, so eager to prove yourself. And sure, they were cold at first but that always happened at the beginning! Besides, you were a different species, but surely they would warm up eventually, right?
Wrong. Every. Single. Time. You tried to be friendly you were rejected. Even a month in, whenever you tried to rub against them or even sit a little close you were met with snarls and orderes to remove yourself. Any attempt at grooming was met similarly. The last time you brought food to the group, takeout you knew they liked from watching them constantly, you found it in the gargbage an hour later, untouched. You tried to convince yourself that it was just the species gap, that wolf packs were just too different. But after a while it was hard to blame it on anything besides yourself.
So, you just kept pushing. Taking on harder solo missions, getting a new pr everytime you trained, becoming even more violent on operations. But still, absolutely nothing.
Your state was getting sad at this point. Your mane-like hair was slowly matting. Your skin was dull and almost waxen, your nails were cracking. Sorely missing the mutual love and care of your pride. Your room was barren, cold and ultiltarian. The blankets that had been scented by the rest of the 141 to introduce you were the only things on the bed, even though the scents had long worn off. Your appetite was almost non existent. Lion hybrids were innately social creatures, and your insticts being so blatantly ignored was taking a toll.
But through it all, you were still trying so, so hard to prove yourself. Bringing food every week to their den, knowing it would be rejected. You didn't get close to touching them, but you still were vicous to any person who harmed them on an op. They didn't have to know that you spent hours in the laundry room just to be around their scent, right? Just to pretend for a little while that they liked you- that you weren't being rejected for reasons you didn't know- that you were warm and accepted and curled up in a pile of your pride-
It came to a head when you were stumbling hard during training, dissapearing shortly after. When Price found you, curled up in a tiny corner of the laundery room, your nose buried in those blankets they gave you so you would recognize them as friendly when you were first introduced. Gaz trailed in soon after. He noticed the horrible state of your hair, matts forming throughout it. Horrifying for a lion hybrid, notorious for being incredibly clean and proud of their hair. How you shook- the tear tracks on your face. The look he shared with John said it all- they had fucked up. Hard.
Because of course they rejected you- their pack had been so established for so long, and their instincts screamed at them to not trust you. A feline- not one of them. The food you kept leaving was insulting- did you think they were helpless pups? And the scenting- it grated on them like nothing else. But you were so capable on the field that they hadn't paid attention to how bad you were getting. Price scooped you up without a word- when did you get so light?
You woke up hours later. Surrounded by blankets- and so, so warm. You were still so out of it- barely conscious as you started purring, loud and deep. You kneaded the soft fabric, your mind stuck on the feeling of being with a pride. You didn't question it when a pair of hands started brushing your hair, your little ears flicking as your purring grew stronger. Eyes closed in complete bliss- you weren't able to put your finger on what felt wrong until a scottish brogue rumbled from the side.
"Isnae like we meant ta do it to the lass-"
"Did it anyway. Isn't that right, cap?" Another voice- this one lower. Rougher. Ghost- your L.T-
You fought your way out of that soft, safe headspace, a warning snarl slipping out as you wiggled out from under whoever was grooming you- Kyle, you realized as you opened your eyes, glaring at the group. Disorented and so, so stuck in your insticts. Letting out another little snarl when Price appeared. You didn't trust this- it had to be a trick- it couldn't be true-
"Easy there," Prices voice was low and soothing. His hands held palm out, like how one would approach a dangerous animal. Which, you supposed, is what you were currently. "Don't be scared- you haven't done anythin' wrong-"
It was enough to make you stop snarling, but you were still shoved in the corner of the den, a circular pit filled with blankets. It was so- so hard to remain tense, your head was still so fuzzy, and it felt so good.
You missed the concerned look from the rest of your team when you collapsed back down with a sob when Gaz hesitantly ran his fingers through your hair, going back to grooming. You missed the short curse Ghost let out when you nuzzled hard again Gaz's stomach, purring loud when he picked at the matts.
You were completely starved. Starved of touch, affection, basic maintenance, of being able to indulge your instincts. How could they have ignored you like this? And for what- because they were too comfortable with their existing pack dynamic? Just because they were wary of you being another apex predator, a feline at that? Soap was quickly sinking into guilt with just how desperate you seemed as Gaz gently combed your hair, with you nuzzling him and rubbing all over his stomach and chest, purring up a storm.
Price left to get you some food, and to call Laswell to ask for help. He wasn't too proud to acknowledge just how much he had fucked up. Ghost remained at the edge of the den even when Soap climbed in and started to help Gaz with your hair. It really was bad. He got a good look at the sorry state of the rest of you, how dull your skin was, how lean you had gotten. He almost started whimpering when all you did was lick a little at an old cut on his hand, eyes completely closed in pure trust. How could you be so friendly after all they had done? So forgiving? You were an almost pathetic sight with how you were basically groveling at the affection, getting completely drunk on pleasure from what was the bare damn minimum. Ghost knew exactly how. After so much coldness for so long, the first touch of acceptance, of warmth, was completely overwhelming.
All any of them could think was, how in the hell do we fix this?
All done! Hope everyone likes it, I really enjoyed writing it!!
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Hi!! I'm back with a part two! I was very sleep deprived when I wrote the last one, so let's see how this goes when I'm more lucid ;-;
Hybrid!141/ Bear Hybrid!Reader (reader is gender neutral)
Poly 141 heavily implied, maybe a pt 3 if people want it?
Cw: angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, reader was abused by a previous team but no one knew how bad it was, including reader, still pretty fluffy? Reader is even more anxious and a mental mess this time oops
Enjoy!
You had been hibernating for days at this point. Snuggled into the den, waking up for an hour at a time just to eat more food and go back down. Thankfully, you didn't seem to mind not having someone in the den with you constantly due to being so out of it. It gave the taskforce enough time to do some research and form a game plan for when you woke up. They knew falling into your insticts was neccessary for you, but would be hell of your mental state. Price had damn near paced a hole in the floor, tearing himself up with guilt.
Meanwhile, you dreamed in your deep state of hibernation, mostly about your past. Glimpses of being alone as a cub, to being put into a training facility for feral hybrids. The military.
Flashes of the cage- the prongs of a tazer- training and beatings and shoving your bear down- clawing at your ears- only being allowed to indulge when it was useful- when you killed-
It made you want to wake up with a scream, to cry for help or tear something apart- but the hibernation was too deep. Stuck in a neverending carousel of your past. You could barely tell when you woke up, animal hindbrain taking over, trying to keep you alive when you were living in constant fight or flight. There was nothing more effective at keeping a hybrid unthinking than stress.
Days more passed, with the team unknowing of the torture your mind was going through. Afterall, it was very uncommon for any hybrid that hibernated to dream during it. Unfortunate that you were a fringe case.
At the end of almost two weeks, you clawed and fought your way out of the deep murk to the surface.
You finally fully woke up with a gasp that was almost a scream. Disorented. Where were you- you didn't know this place- why- how did you get here- Price will be so mad- you were supposed to stay awake-
Gaz startled as you shot up. His feathers ruffling as he twisted onto his knees in a split second. A croon bubbling in his throat. He knew you weren't a child- a cub- but you looked so much like one. Fluffly little ears, underdeveloped as price said, your eyes wide and helpless, curled up into a non existent larger figure to protect you. To shield you from all the things that should have never happened in the first place.
Gaz crooned again, but didn't move any closer.
Gasps clawed their way up your throat, choking and desperate and burning. You didn't know what was happening, or why- you knew you had been dreaming, that it had been bad, but not exactly what. You didn't even notice Gaz with his worried expression looking at you. A noise followed the gasps, a mix between a roar and a whimper. A desperate cry for help, one you hadn't made since you were a cub. That you were never allowed to make even when you were a cub. All you knew was that your instincts were screaming at you that someone would come- to help- to make it all better-
And the door slammed open, revealing Price. His chest heaving, hair still dripping wet from the showers. Soap and ghost followed closely behind.
"Kid- what the bloody hell happened?"
"No idea sir- just woke up and started panicking-"
"This was nae in the plan-"
"Pipe down Johnny, you'll only scare er-"
The cacophony of voices surrounded you, making your calls louder, more desperate. Curling into a little ball, clawed hands pawing at your head and ears, trying to block out the sound.
Price finally quieted the racket with a sharp "enough!", and walked over to you. Carefully. Slowly. He lowered himself into the den, and curled behind you, tucking your head into his neck. Rumbling lowly.
Gaz sucked in a breath. The move was risky- planned for if you did wake up in a state like this. But it paid off.
All you knew was that things went from loud and so so scary to quiet and warm and musky in an instant. Snuffling at Price's warm neck, seeking out the faint scent there. You knew that scent- it had kept you safe, you were certain of that. Big eyes blinking slowly, pupils expanded widly, making them almost entirely black. Slowly, you relaxed, chuffing softly into Price's big, warm body.
"Thas it cub- calm down- I know you can't talk righ' now, don't expect you to. Just breath, nice an' easy, olrigh'"
Slowly, your heart rate calmed down fully. Shaking your head, clearing some of the fog away. Bits and peices of what happened flowint back to you. Price bringing you here, how safe it felt, how warm. And the feeling of home with your team curled around you.
You tried to say something, to apolagize, or explain, anything, but your voice got caught in your throat. The only thing coming out being a low grunt.
Price expected it. They all had, doing research for days on what condition to expect you to be in, what challenges, how to help. Behind you, Simon had slid into the nest to soothe Gaz, still ruffled and panicked by how you had woken up. Soothing down his feathers and doing his best wolfish imitation of a coo into his ear. Your own heightened hearing picked up on it, and instead of other hybrids being near making you feel frightened, it soothed you. This was okay. Needing help was okay. Afterall- Gaz was getting comfort, and he had been on the team for years- so maybe, just maybe it would be the same for you.
Hi!! This is my first hybrid fic? Blurb? One shot? No idea! I wrote this when I was very tired, but I hope you enjoy!!
Hybrid!141/ Bear Hybrid!Reader (Reader is gender neutral)
Poly 141 heavily implied, maybe a pt 2 if people want it?
Cw: angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, reader was abused by a previous team but no one knew how bad it was, including reader, still pretty fluffy? Author was very tired while writing, sorry for errors ;-;
Enjoy!
The taskforce had a problem on their hands. A very, very grumpy grizzly hybrid. That grizzly hybrid being you, a transfer that Laswell had brought in, saying that you would be a good addition to the team. And you are, balancing out the other hybrids on the team.
The team was on the heli back, exhausted from their latest operation. A takedown of a supply train in Siberia that was transporting munitions to a Konni base. Gaz, the avian hybrid, had ran recon while Soap and Ghost, both wolf hybrids, had taken the middle of the convoy to safely detonate and destory the cargo. That had left you and Price, the komodo dragon hybrid to cause a distraction near the back.
All in all, it was a successful operation. However, it was the middle of winter. And the cold had ramped up your insticts that were screaming at you to hibernate. Combined with the sheer physical exertion that had just happened, and you were done for.
You were grumbly and clearly agitated as the exfil picked up the team, plopping down on one of the seats with a huff. Instincts screaming at you to eat a full meal, find all of the soft items you could and burrow in your den to sleep for at least a few weeks. But you couldn't. After the heli made it back to base, it would be hours of meetings and debriefs and then more training. Besides, you didn't have a den in your new base anyway. You were put in a standard, barren room, and you didn't feel like it was your place to complain, much less ask for anything. The taskforce had already been treating you so much better than your last team, not getting mad when you vocalized or rubbed against things hard. But you weren't about to test their patience and surely short-lasting good will.
Meanwhile, Price was eyeing you warily, as was the rest of the team. The distress of long supressed instincts was rolling off of you in waves, your body tense in a way you couldn't hide. He was informed by Laswell of how poorly your last team had treated you, like you were just an dangerous animal. Locked up and shocked whenever you stepped out of line. He thought it was best to treat you in the exact opposite way when you got to the base, but he was realizing now how much of a mistake that was. He watched you scratch at your legs, curled up on the seat in a poor attempt to get cozy, growling every time you caught yourself slipping away to sleep. Johnny and Simon, curled up with eachother were watching you as well, Johnny whining almost inaudible at the far larger wolf. Gaz shot John a look.
You were lost in your head. Spiralling as you shoved down your instincts.
Stupid mutt- stupid bear- only a fucking cub would want that comfort- doesn't deserve it- doesn't deserve a den- needs to shut up and just act like a soldier- shut up shut up shut up-
You were abruptly snapped out of it when the heli landed and John scooped you out of your seat as if you were a poppit. Vocalizing lowly at you as he walked quickly off and into the base. You were out of it. Barely holding onto the frayed edges of your forced lucidity. You recognized that the others were following you and Price down a hallway you hadn't been down before. Their scents were thick here, and the air turned warmer. Before you knew it, you were carefully deposited in a large, circular pit in the ground that was lined with bedding and furs, all that smelled deliciously of your new team.
Just as you started to panic at the situation- being caught slipping into your insticts, your mind screaming at you that this wasn't allowed, Johnny and Simon pressed in. Johnny snuffled into your neck while Simon pressed into your side. Gaz was gone from your sight.
"Is alright Bonnie- you're safe here. Ye doing perfect" Johnny cooed, soothing you.
"No one is going to hurt you Sergeant. Thas a promise" You felt the vibration or Ghost's voice at your side.
Sleep, the deep kind you knew was your hibernation was quickly setting in. But it felt wrong- you were too exposed, and hungry- so hungry-
You vocalized helplessly, small growls escaping you as you squirmed, your little teddy bear ears twitching, about to go find food youself just as Gaz walked in with a tray, John at his side. You chuffed, confused as he layed it in your lap. A tray full of fish, berries, honey and red meat, a type of meal that you had been denied for years with your previous team. Any anxiety was disregarded as you dug in, tearing at the food, tounge scooping up any juices or honey that escaped. It was euphoric, the flavors exploding on your tounge as you indulged more, lucidity slipping without your knowledge. It felt so good, so safe- so right to give in. You hadn't felt like this in years
Meanwhile, John was worried. Were you really that mistreated at your old team? You were exhibiting symptoms of hybrids who were trained out of their natural behaviors and denied instincts for years- and he had....
Well shit. He hadn't been treating you well enough at all. Dammit-
His head snapped back to you when you chuffed, content, the tray empty and your eyes glazed over. The look of a hybrid that had fully given into their instincts. Bloody hell- the ramifications of that after so long of denying it would be a nightmare, but there were more important things to focus on.
You were quickly falling asleep, breaths deep and small little chuffs still escaping you, curled up and clearly blissed out. You were so happy, so warm and safe.
John decided that the consequences, and the retribution that he would wreak on your previous team could wait. He slipped into the den with gaz, tucking the avian hybrid into his arms and sighing with relief when Ghost tugged the pair of them closer. Simon nuzzled into gaz's hair, the tension in his shoulders melting away. Price leaned and stroked through Soap's now messy mowhawk, indulding in how the wolf hybrid leaned into the touch before settling back down into the blankets.
Warm, safe, all of your team snuggled into the den. And for once, you felt completely and entirely content.
Cow/Bull hybrid reader! Very much heavily inspired by this post by @total-killer-brainrot
Yeah...this is pure filth. And way longer than I anticipated. Oops? Also my very first time writing smut, so very sorry if it sucks. I also hate writing dialouge, so I'm more sorry! Pls enjoy anyways ;-;
Tags/cw warnings: Smut! Overstimulation, anal, but for soap, reader has some mad hyperspermia, light sub/dom dynamics, reader is the sub, reader is crying but in a good way, aftercare, safe enviroment for reader, consent is given several times, cum eating, fleshlight use, idk what else let me know :)
NSFW
Male!Longhorn Bull! Reader/Poly!141
Yeah! reader goes into his first rut and 141 helps!
Anyway!
You were a new transfer to the team, a recruit Laswell though had a lot of potential. You were...hot-headed, to say the least. Fantastic on the field, a living breathing battering ram, good at hostage extractions. You followed orders without hesitation, always keeping a clear head. Which is why your temper on base confused Price so damn much.
September was slow this year, no operations unless an emergency situation came up. And you were kicking up a storm nearly everywhere you went. Several punching bags had been destroyed, either by the sheer force of your attacks or your horns puncturing them. Recruits had learned by now to get out of your way, and you had been snapping at Soap and Gaz whenever they came near. They were just concerned at the frustrated groans and bellows they heard almost every night coming from your quarters. Your eyes looked fever bright, cheeks hot and an ache in your jaw from the constant grinding. The constant irritation was like an itch under your skin that you just couldn't scratch. Everything grated on your skin, and you wanted your teamates- your herd- so much you pushed them away for fear you'd hurt them. You hadn't ever felt like this before. Your body ached, and not just from the constant physical exertion. You needed something- you just didn't even know what.
The tension finally snapped when your increasingly desperate and pained sounding bellows and moos reached Price's quarter late at night. He knocked on your door to no response, eventually resolving to open it to help you deal with whatever it was. Maybe a nightmare- maybe the last mission had been harder on you than he thought, your temper had kicked up more than usual after it- maybe-
He opened your door, to find you seemingly asleep on your bed, and- Oh.
Oh.
Shit.
You had your eyes closed, an old stuffed animal held tight in your arms, more desperate moos falling constantly from your mouth. Your brow was furrowed. Your blankets were thrown off, and your hips were bucking into the bunch up comforter. The front of your sweats completely soaked with pre, the sticky liquid starting to drool onto the bedding. You were in rut then. Explained your mood- but why hadn't you dealt with it? Being right next to the other three taskforce members couldn't have helped. The constant wave of pheremones coming through the vents must have been torture. Johnny, the wolf hybrid couldn't help himself most nights, and Ghost, bunny hybrid that he was was insatiable. John knew first hand how bad they both got, and Gaz either encouraged it or joined in. They hadn't included you- you had just never shown interest, and had been adorably oblivious to the four of thems dynamic. And now- you were in the depth of a rut you had apparently been ignoring, or unaware of.
You took in a few deep whiffs when his scent hit you, and you opened your eyes with a groan. Eyes hazed over with rut.
"Cap- don't- don't feel good...everythin' aches-" you choked out, rolling onto your back. Price's eyes widened with the heavy weight he saw in your sweats, not too long, but girthy, and standing at painful looking attention.
"Sergeant," his voice was husky, growing gruff, "do ya not know what's goin' on wiff you?"
You shook your head, but your hips had started rolling again, and you hugged the old stuffed animal tighter, taking in deep huffs of its scent.
"Jus' hang tight lad, gonna get supplies and send your teammates over, sound good?" His mind was going a hundred miles an hour, you needed your herd, needed to take out your rut on something-
Your delerious little nod consoled him a little, your horns scraping along your wall. The door shut behind him with a click.
As soon as it did, you let out a long bellow, so delerious and achy- everything felt weird, the desire so thick it just made you panicked, and something smelled so, so good- your herd-
You were snapped out of your haze when the door opened again, revealing the rest of your teammates. Soap looked disheveled at best, his tail tucked. His clothing was dishelved, and he had dozens of love bites on his throat. Ghost was in a better state, but Gaz was panting. His wings ruffled, and something tenting his pants- all three of them were barely dressed. Gaz came forward first, crooning at your state.
"Oh- you are in a state, aren't you" he curled up behind you, lifting your head so it could lie on his lap, his wings curling a bit to envelop you. You tucked your head into his lap, taking in deep huffs with a groan, your hips jerking harshly. Gaz choked on a breath, and Soap groaned
"Bleedin jesus Lad- are ye trying ta kill me- ye sound like heaven-" Ghost restrained him from climbing onto your lap, dragging him to sit by the bed instead. You kept huffing Gaz's scent. It itched that burn inside you a little- but made the neediness worse- you needed more, to be inside his skin, to bury yourself in his abdominal cavity-
The door squeaked when it opened again, revealing Price with a small sling bag. It shut behind him with a click of finality. He chuffed approvingly when he saw you in your bed, curled up with your herd. Bear hybrids like him were usually solitary, but he was an exception. He loved his taskforce, even his hotheaded new addition. He shook his head, and stepped forward.
"Lad? Can you hear me? Need you to take a few deep breaths, need to tell ya some things-" he said as he kneeled at the end of your bed, stroking your leg.
You finally lifted your head, and did as he asked. Finally nodding when your head was a bit clear.
Price chuffed approvingly, "Good lad. You're in rut kid. You been through it before?"
He met with you shaking your head. "Was always a late bloomer sir-"
Price drew out a cylindical object from the bag, setting it beside your leg. "You're gonna be alright kid, I promise you that. Ghost- go ahead and get Johnny ready, alright?" Ghost nodded, grabbing a bottle from the bag and dragging Soap to a nest of blankets you had in a corner for a reading nook. Soap went eagerly, stripping off his boxers, his tail wagging wildly. You wanted to watch, but Gaz was cooing at you as he drew your head back to watch John.
"Gonna take these off, "kay Lad?" He tugged a bit at your sweats. You nodded shakily, holding your stuffed animal tighter. A tether to something safer. "Good lad. Good boy- doing so well for me-" He rasped as he drew them down, Gaz stroking your arms when your hips bucked yet again when the cold air of the room met your sensitive skin. You could hear Johnny starting to moan in the background, muffled by Ghosts hand. Your attention snapped back to Price when he started stroking his hands further up your legs, grabbing the object by your leg that you now recognized. A fleshlight- you let out a panicked little moo, thrashing your head a little, which nearly gored Gaz's wing-
Gaz squawked, but caught the bag when Price tossed it to him. He found two large, soft caps in them, almost like a pipe ending but longer and squishier. His eyes lit up at the plan, and he slid them onto your horns, thereby making them harmless. You mooed louder.
"Hey! I know I'm-" your words were cut off with a long groan when Price grabbed your hip with one hand, pinning it to the bed. "But that's just mean-"
"Can't have you goring my wings with all your thrashing Kid, you're lucky Price didn't see fit to tie you down" Gaz chirped, settling in to watch the show. His hard on was steadily coming back, but it was shoved to the back of his mind. Ghost was muttering filth lowly into Soap's ear, who was being gagged on his glove while Ghost worked him open. But you didn't even notice, not with Gaz surrounding you, and Price looking at you like he wanted to eat you- maybe not so metaphorically-
He chuckled then, and repositioned so he was sitting more firmly on your legs, his own hairy thighs bracketing yours. His hand was firmly pressing down on your hip, while the other positioned the toy over your throbbing tip. A growing puddle of pre was pooling in the coarse fur-like hair around the base.
"Ready Lad? Gonna milk you nice and dry- finally get that damn attitude out-"
You nodded, squirming until Gaz started stroking your hair, making sure to rub your suprisingly fuzzy ears. Price eased the toy onto you, the loud shlick of the slide down almost pornographic. Your ears picked up on Soaps moan, reacting to the sound, only to be cut off with a harsh "shut up, can't have you distracting 'em-" from Ghost.
The pleasure was mind numbing, relief of that damn itch after what felt like an eternity, your back arching as your hips tried to thrust wildly into that tight wet heat- only to be shoved down by Price. He growled his approval, and moved to pull the toy off. But even that friction was too much, and you came with a suprised, drawn out bellow, absolutely flooding the toy with thick white cum. Price let you get in a few good breaths before he started moving the toy again.
"Wait wait wait! Is too much- so fucking much- you gotta- Please-" you choked out, still thrashing with the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm of your life. You knew you always came a lot- but the amount of cum that was being thrust out of the squishy fleshlight was absurd. It pooled thickly on your abdomen, and you whimpered when Gaz scooped some of it up and sucked it off his fingers.
Price just kept moving the toy with a small chuff "Need you ready for Soap, don't we? Can't have you whining and bucking like this when he's on top of you- you'll make 'im feral"
You groaned loudly at the mere thought of being able to breed Soap- looking over to where he was being stretched out so nicely- only to once again be dragged back to the moment when Price sped up.
"No- no no no- too much- m'gonna, gonna" panicked little moos escaped between each word, that knot in your stomach becoming tighter and tighter. You scrunched your eyes shut as it broke once more, even harsher than before. Your vision going white as you spasmed, another thick load being milked from you. You don't even know how long it lasted until Price pulled the toy off of you, the slick sound lewd as he scooped some of your seed up and into the fleshlight before handing it to Gaz. A harsh sob tore from your throat, and you bashed your head around.
"HEY! Easy lad- easy- easy- all done for now, yeah? Deep breaths, thas it- drink some water for me- Good ol' boy, thats it-" Price stroked your sides as he bottle fed you some salty water, helping you come down. In the mean time, Gaz slid out from behind you and padded over to the other pair, kneeling in front of Soap, who was as eager as ever. Gaz tapped the wolf hybrids jaw, signaling him to open it. Soap did, his tounge lolling out. He moaned when Gaz poured your cum down his throat from the fleshlight. Swallowing some of it before sitting up to spit the rest into Ghosts mouth.
"Filthy mutt- now go over and help yer teammate." Ghost said, licking the salty spend off his lips,his voice low and ruff. He gave an approving look over to where you were curled up under Price, still sniffling. "Not goin' to join you this time Punk, would be too much. But you're doin' great. Just say when you need to stop, and I'll make damn sure nothing else will happen tonight." You nodded at the assurance, feeling much more stable. Much, much more needy now. And with that, Ghost allowed Gaz to tug him closer so they could have their own fun. Soap was sent off with a ruffle of his mowhawk, and was now walking over to you, his tail wagging. You groaned when he straddled you, your hands coming to grip his hips. John had shifted out of the bed, now sitting on a chair you had by your windowsill, lazily palming the buldge in his pants.
"Go on pup," He chuffed, "just be gentle with him, he's a sensitive one."
"Aye sir, wouldn't wanna hurt a wee bonnie lad like ye, now would I?" He snuffled at your neck, positioning himself over you. You just mooed softly, kneading at his hips, your eyes big and watery. You bellowed when he sunk down in one, long thrust. It felt- so, so good. So tight and warm, and you were pretty sure you were shuddering but couldn't be sure. All you could feel was Jonny, your herd-
Johnny was having the time of his life. Being filled so deliciously. Maybe you weren't a bull, more like a cow with how much spend he was milking out of you. You were thrusting up into him, doing your best to knock him off- another point in the bull category- and he was pretty sure you had been cumming for the past minute. The sounds filled the room, and your sheets were absolutely ruined. He wiggled until he got more leverage, tail wagging wildly, and really started bouncing on you. Price was looking alternativly at you, thrashing on the bed a Soap tried to kill you via sex, and where Ghost and Gaz were lazily grinding against eachother at the sight, slowly picking up speed.
You continued to be the noisest person in the room, mooing and bellowing mixed in with sobs of pleasure and groans. You didn't even know what orgasm you were on- but you did know Soap was finally getting close. His face was scrunching up beautifully, and you rubbed your remaining two braincells together enough to start clumsily stroking his dick. The way he snarled and started slamming down on you harder killed those two poor braincells though, and you came one final time, your voice trashed. Your mind went totally blank as the pleasure flooded your brain, every single one of your nerves shooting off like fireworks as you spasmed. Soap trailed over the edge with you, laughing as your arms wrapped around him like you had done with your poor stuffy that had long since fallen to the floor. Gaz and Ghost had been done for a while, cuddling in the corner, same with Price.
You shuddered through the aftershocks, mind turned completely to mush. You were barely able to let go of Soap when he was tugged off of you, your spend leaking slowly out of him. You squirmed uncomfortably in the cooling, tacky mess that was the bedding. The stupid caps were still on your horns, and you started crying with overstimulation. You were quickly scooped up by Price, and Gaz took the caps off. He kissed the back of your neck, then your cheeks, cooing at how good of a job you did. Ghost ran his hand through your hair, and Soap licked into your mouth a final time with promises of a repeat performance and assurance that you hadn't hurt him. You rested your head on Price's shoulder and weakly waved goodbye as they slipped out of the room, quickly dropping into sleep.
You came to in Price's bed, deliciously clean and much, much calmer. Price was already there, slipping into bed.
"You did so well Lad. So brave. First rut can be scary as hell, and you took it like a champ. Now get some rest, we'll talk more in the morning."
And with that, you slipped into one of the deepest sleeps of your life, but not before you heard Price grumble as he turned off the lamp-
"Hopefully we milked the damn attitude out of you"
Folks walk with me here since it hasn't left my mind: Reader right? Coming off all shapes and sizes, all the personalities the reader wants. Okay so, imagine but like a tall buff reader, more of a military weapon more than even Ghost is, adding to the fact maybe even all these omegaverse stuff and it gets wild.
SO my idea is this that reader, as an alpha, had no clue how to act around omegas or even betas, they have been pretty much isolated if you ignore all the testing, training and the battles they went on.
After so many missions if being a mere brutality matching with bites that maul the toughest guys up, and 141 gets wind of this. No footage of reader was ever really captured just blurred photos and videos that end prematurely by being destroyed.
So when the team makes up the facility's location they go in and destroy the place, the workers there had no chance releasing their experiments by the surprise attack, they had been so sure to never be found at all!
The 141 look around once all is quiet, well not fully, there are growls and whines from the many cages with experimented alphas and omegas and the like... And then they get to a locked cage, so many locks that something or someone must be very dangerous to be locked inside like this. Jackpot, thats what they were looking for. Looking inside from a hardened window was someone locked tight, chains and shock collar, not to forget a muzzle for good measure. The reader sat on the ground dormant, glaring at nothing but a wall in front of them.
Getting them out was a tedious task, they did not move an inch and the entire team combined had issues moving them, they didn't attack which was good though.
It took extra help but once they were out of the cage? Out of their enclosure? They tensed like it was a signal that clicked in their head like a rhythm they are used to, the muzzle a last save for the poor souls they got their claws on. Price and his men managed to find the remote that controlled said shock collar that send electricity in masses into their throat and throughout their body making them go slack only after a few minutes.
This... Thing... It was unlike they have ever seen. The experiments around them all dissapeared into the farthest corner of their cages when they saw, smelled or even felt their presence outside that cage. Price decided to take a good look at this mutt later, he doesn't know why but something Intruiqes him like no other despite his teams hesitation.
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"WHAT!? You can't be serious captain!" Gaz was the first to object to the idea.
"Sounds crazy even ta me..." Soap scratches the back of his neck while Ghost stood with his arms crossed looking dissaprovingly. The team did NOT like their captains proposal.
"Think about it. A weapon that is so reliable and strong it can wipe out teams by the masses with barely a scratch." Their captain speaks as if it were a sound idea, reliable wasn't the word for what they found at that facility. What this thing was was a weapon not made for their hands. It was out of control since none of them knew how to handle them. It would be reckless and other all dangerous to everyone on the team.
"How do you imagine this works eh? We just pet them real nice? Give them a few treats? Call them a good puppy?" The scot spoke exasperated at the idea "I know, I know.. It will be a long process since we don't know the triggers, we don't know how they tick and how they got trained. But they would be a prime asset to our team if we found out. Being back their humanity in the process.." John replied thinking already about what to do
"Nothing humane 'bout this job.." Ghost grumbled now partaking in the conversation "More humane would be to put 'em down. Better fate than living in more misery" he added, he feels like he knows what it's like, living as a weapon. It wasn't a fun existence, it was riddled with pain and suffering and more nightmares than one can count. It would be cruel to let them live in such a state.
"I get your concerns," Price sighs "but fact is that I don't want to give them up... There is something about them I cannot shake. And I want to find out what this is."
"A wounded soul for you to save Cap?" Gaz asked, an eyebrow raised at what his beloved captain was blabbering on about.
"Positive" the older man smiled, he was assured he could do this.
β¦Happy pride month guys! I hope everyone having fun and everything β¨π
Cater Diamond
Cater had come looking for you after class, phone in hand as usual, ready to drag you into some new magicam trend. He didnβt think twice before opening the door to the empty classroom you were using to change, no knock, because why would he?
You both froze.
You were halfway through pulling on your shirt, top surgery scars clearly visible across your chest. Panic hit you immediately. β WAIT! Cater! Let me explain it! I-I can explain!β you started, voice shaky.
Cater raised an eyebrow, head tilting slightly. He wasnβt stupid. He knew exactly what those scars were. But he also saw how freaked out you looked, so he just gave you his usual bright, easy smile and raised both hands.
βNo need to explain anything.β He keeping his tone light and casual. βYour secretβs safe with me. Iβd never out you or spill something personal like that. Or do something that makes you uncomfortable.β
You asked him quietly not to tell the others.
Cater shook his head, looking almost offended at the idea. βAs if! Your business is your business. I respect that.β Before he slipped back out the door, he paused and grinned. βOh, and next time? Just change with us in the boys room. Youβre one of the guys too, right? Nothing weird about it at all.β
He left but the gentle understanding in his eyes stayed with you.
Epel Felmier
You and Epel were in the changing room after gym class. You tugged your shirt off without thinking much of it, until you caught Epelβs wide eyed stare.
βWhoaβ¦ those scars look sick as hell!β he blurted out, eyes sparkling with pure admiration. βWhereβd you get them? Was it some crazy fight? Did you take on a whole gang? Or maybe you wrestled with a wild animal?!β
You snorted, amused by the wild scenarios he was inventing. βNot exactly.β you said, pulling your gym shirt off. βTheyβre top surgery scars.β
Epel blinked once⦠twice⦠then the light finally sparkled. He rubbed the back of his neck, a little sheepish.
βOh... Got it!β He shrugged, completely unbothered. βStill looks cool as hell. Makes you look tough. Like youβve been through something and came out stronger.β He punched your shoulder lightly. βYouβre manly as fuck, dude!β
The casual acceptance from someone who cared so much about masculinity made your chest feel lighter.
Deuce Spade
It was stupidly hot outside. Ace and Deuce had dragged you into helping paint the rose again. Sweat was pouring down your back, and the heavy uniform made it unbearable.
βFuck it!β you muttered, tugging your shirt off and tossing it aside so you could keep working in just your pants.
Deuceβs eyes immediately locked onto your chest, specifically the top surgery scars. He stared, clearly surprised.
Your eyebrow went up. βHey. Eyes up here dude.β
He startled so hard he nearly dropped his paintbrush. βS-Sorry! I didnβt mean to stare! I justβ¦ where did you get those scars? Are you okay?!β
You couldnβt resist. With a straight face you launched into the most ridiculous story you could think of. βOh, some guy tried to steal my organs in a back alley. Luckily the police showed up right before he could finish the job.β
Deuceβs eyes went huge. He looked genuinely horrified and impressed at the same time. βThatβs awful! Are you serious?!β
Ace, who had been listening nearby, smacked Deuce on the back of the head. βYou idiot, donβt believe a word he says. Heβs just trans. Those are top surgery scars. Heβs fucking with you.β
Deuceβs face went bright red. He looked between you and Ace, mortified. βYouβ¦that wasnβt funny!β he grumbled, turning back to the roses with embarrassed energy. Ace just laughed.
Floyd Leech
The public pool was packed, but the water felt amazing in this summer heat. Floyd was happily swimming around like a chaotic eel while you floated peacefully in your trunks and a swim shirt.
Floyd eventually swam over, grinning sharply, and immediately tugged at the hem of your shirt. βShrimpy~ Why are you wearing this in the pool? Itβs weird. Take it off, it looks uncomfortable.β
You tried to brush it off smacking his hand. βLots of people wear swim shirts. Itβs fine.β
He rolled his eyes dramatically. βThatβs dumb. Itβs probably all heavy and sticky. Why do you wanna wear it so bad?β
You hesitated, then said quietly, βMy top surgery scars are pretty noticeable. I donβt want people giving me weird looks.β
Floyd stared at you for a second, then snorted. βYou shouldnβt give a flying fuck about what random people think. Look around! Thereβs a guy over there in neon green speedos that are traumatizing everyone. Your scars arenβt even close to the weirdest thing here.β His grin turned dangerous. βAnd if anyone says something nasty? Iβll just squeeze them. Or drown them. Whicheverβs more fun.β
His casual protectiveness made you laugh. βGodβ¦ okay okay. Just donβt get us kicked out.β After a moment, you pulled the swim shirt off.
The second the scars were visible in the sunlight, Floyd didnβt even blink. He just grinned wider. βSee? You look better without it anyway~β He splashed you playfully. βNow cβmon, enough talk, letβs swim.β
For the rest of the day you floated and swam without worrying about your chest. Floydβs complete indifference mixed with his willingness to drown haters made you feel surprisingly free.
My friend helped me who just had top surgery recently. Did you guys know that they can also change your nipple shape if you want?! HOW COOL IS THAT?!? You can get heart shaped nipples!!!
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Fluff, mean Jasper, confrontation (not between you two), shy self insert reader, sorta kink play? Like d/s dynamics in a not smut way.
Jasper walked into the local dollar store, your small town only had one within walking distance. He walked down the fridge aisle, going to get an energy drink for you two to share. Some guy and him were looking at the same ones, and the guy struck up a conversation.
"Hey, you look amazing!" Obviously, Jasper remained friendly. "Thanks, you too."
"It'd be sick to be friends, especially if you did just move here or somethin'!" Japser nodded, smiling. "Yeah, thanks dude. So what's your name?"
"Oh! My name is 'A'"
"Ohhh. Yeah no, nevermind." He took it back, irrigation clear in his voice. "What why??" 'A' questioned, clearly confused. Jasper only smiled. "Because your biggest mistake has been the best thing for me." His phone buzzed and he checked it, smiling when he saw the screen. He looked back up to 'A', who was still clearly confused.
"What? What were you checking?"
"My boy used my card to buy his snacks. Who knew he just needed to get rewarded to do exactly what you wanted him to do?" Jasper taunted, before explaining only a bit further. "Clearly you didn't." Then, he made a small whistle and you came up running, bag of things in hand. You hadn't looked at your surroundings, trusting him so fully to keep you safe.
"Hey pretty. Ive met an old friend of yours." Jasper chuckled, manhandling you to be infront of him with your face in his chest. His arms wrapped around you, one around your waist and the other landing on your ass. "Now, 'A', it's so funny how you abandoned him because now he's mine. He never would have left if you hadn't done it, but now he has an upgrade." He mocked, you stayed out of it, he told you to and you were his good boy. Ontop of that, he always kept you safe and happy so why wouldn't you trust him.
"F-fuck. No- no. He- No." 'A' stuttered out, shellshocked, regret all across his face. "H-hun, look I know i messed up! I haven't seen you for a year and god I missed you, 'L' wasn't worth it and I should've been stronger Imβ"
'A' started to tear up, you all knew he deserved this, but it clearly still hurt him.
"Ah ah ah, he's mine now. You think he's going to go back to you when he has me? You are a worse version of me. You wanted to be so jacked it looked wrong to him instead of taking his preferences into account. Shamed him for having an opinion and for not liking giant changes to your appearance. He never would have stopped you," Jasper snapped, clearly pissed recounting everything wrong 'A' had ever done. "Instead I listened to his opinion, reassured him fully, and I look the best I ever have in my fuckin' life. You couldn't make him cum, and I don't stop till he cums multiple times. I'm more possessive, protective, and obsessive than you are. I don't leave him alone when he's upset, unlike you. I reassure him through it, I literally hold his and and that's enough, more than you did."
"Oh, and lets not forget how you isolated him from his friends only to drop him when he was getting close to yours. My friends are all friends with him and I don't abandon him for them. All those habits you hated? That were 'undesirable'? Well I either loved them or Pavlov'd him with his permission to change them. Sucker anytime he did good, that's all it took. I spoil him because he does so damn much for me and he still feels undeserving because of you. Because you wanted more when he did anything you asked." Jasper snarled. You looked up at him and pecked his jaw, squeezing his arm a bit.
"But none of that matters now does it? Because I moved in six months after we started dating." Jasper's rocky attitude was back. "Which by the way, was only a few months after you. I have his claim inked into my skin. He has mine inked onto him. We're leaving the country next year, once we finish with the year of college too. You're too late." He smirked. You finally turned around and looked at 'A'.
"In all honesty, I'm a hopeless romantic 'A'. I waited for a text from you for that entire summer, waited for you to change your mind. You didn't, I moved on with someone who owns me in my entirety and doesn't let me down when I need him most." You didn't look remorseful, or soft, but your eyes showed pitty towards your ex. "You missed your chance. Now I'm in therapy, healing and I have someone who matches every aspect of me. You can't compare, not anymore. I've outgrown you."
# SAM WINCHESTER X TRANS MALE READER REQUEST ! β‘
tags: deer hybrid reader, kinda mixing up deer biology/traits...so a bit inaccurate on that aspect lol, grinding, dry humping, thigh riding, antler rubbing ?? idk, dean teasing, reader gets called fawn, bambi & deer, afab terms for reader's genitalia.
autor's note: this was a request but i forgot by who...
You were curled up against a fallen log, soft brown deer ears pinned flat against your skull, a fluffy tail tucked tightly between your legs. Your left leg trapped in a trap. You were barely conscious, whimpering softly, antlers just beginning to bud β small, velvety nubs pushing through your soft brown hair.
When Sam knelt beside you, you startled hard, trying to scramble away. He spoke gently, hands open and empty.
βHeyβ¦easy. Iβm not going to hurt you. My nameβs Sam. I can help.β
Your wide, dark eyes met his. You were skittish, hesitant and clearly in pain, but something in his voice made you still. You let him manage to get the trap off, not without you screaming in pain, and let him carry you back to the Impala like you weighed nothing. You didnβt speak the whole way β just trembled and hid your face against his chest.
Dean raised an eyebrow when Sam brought you into the bunker.
βLittle Bambi?β He said, half-teasing, half-concerned. βYou sure this is a good idea?β
Sam shot him a look. βHeβs hurt, Dean. And alone.β
You spent the first week in Samβs room, quiet and shy. You barely spoke, but your big eyes followed Sam everywhere. He was the one who fed you, who changed your bandages, who sat with you when the pain made you restless. He started ruffling your soft brown hair whenever he passed, a gentle, affectionate gesture that made your ears twitch happily and your tail give a tiny wag.
Your first set β small, provisional nubs β started loosening. The new, real antlers pushing through made your skull ache constantly. You became fussy, whiny, and short-tempered. Especially with Dean.
One morning Dean walked into the kitchen while you were trying to eat cereal. Your head hurt. Your first real set of antlers itched horribly. When Dean reached over to ruffle your hair like usual, you snapped β a low grunt and a quick nip at his hand.
Dean jerked back, more surprised than hurt. βWhoa, Bambiβs got teeth today.β
You bowed your head immediately, ears flattening, tail tucked. βSorryβ It itches.β
Sam appeared in the doorway, frowning. βDean, ease up. His antlers are coming in. Itβs itchy for him.β
Dean smirked but backed off. βAlright, alright. Poor little fawn.β
You spent the rest of the day curled up in Samβs room, whining softly every time you moved your head against furniture. Sam sat with you, big hand gently stroking your back.
βI know it hurts.β He said softly. βWeβll figure out how to help.β
You were particularly miserable β new antler points breaking through, old ones loosening and falling. You kept rubbing your head against the couch, whimpering. Sam watched you for a long moment, then patted his lap.
βCome here, sweetheart.β
You crawled over shyly and settled between his legs, Samβs fingers found the base of your antlers and started rubbing slow, firm circles.
The relief was immediate.
You let out a broken, happy sound β half-whine, half-moan β and pressed harder into his hand. The itch eased. The ache dulled. It felt so good.
Sam smiled softly. βThere we go. That makes it better, baby?β
You nodded eagerly, eyes half-closed, making small, needy noises as he continued rubbing. Your hips twitched without thinking, pressing against his thigh.
Sam noticed. His hand paused for a second, then resumed with the same gentle pressure.
βYouβre getting worked up, arenβt you?β He murmured, voice low and patronizing in the gentlest way. βMy cute little fawn. Does it feel that good when I rub your antlers?β
You whimpered, face burning, embarrassed, but your hips kept moving β shy, awkward little rolls against his thigh. You were already getting wet, slick soaking through your jeans. Samβs thigh was firm and warm, and the combination of his fingers on your sensitive antlers and the friction made your head spin.
βCute little thing, ain't ya'?β Sam cooed, rubbing a little firmer. βLook at you humping my leg like a needy little deer. Itβs okay. You can use me if it helps the ache.β
You hid your burning face against his stomach, ears flat with embarrassment, but your hips didnβt stop. Small, desperate sounds escaped you as you ground against his thigh, tail wagging.
Dean walked in at that exact moment.
βWell, shit.β He said, leaning against the doorframe with a grin. βBambiβs in heat already?β
Sam almost jumped, he shot him a look, but didnβt stop rubbing your antlers. βDean. Not now, getβ get the fuck out, man.β
Dean chuckled, and lifted his hands on mock surrender. βFine, fine, Iβll leave you two lovebirds alone.β
He left, still chuckling.
Sam rolled his eyes.
You whined, mortified at the past interruption, but couldnβt stop moving. The pleasure was building too fast. Samβs gentle voice and the firm pressure on your antlers were too much.
βThatβs it, baby deer.β Sam murmured, voice soft and condescending. βHump my thigh. Make yourself feel better. Such a good, needy fawn for me.β
You came with a broken, embarrassed cry, shuddering against Samβs leg, slick soaking through your clothes and his jeans. Sam held you through it, still rubbing your antlers gently, whispering praise.
βGood boy. So pretty when you let go.β
You hid your face in his neck, tail still wagging weakly, ears twitching with leftover pleasure and shyness.
Sam kissed the top of your head, stroking your soft brown hair. βYou okay, sweetheart?β
You nodded shyly, pressing closer. βFeltβ good. Thank you.β
Sam smiled and kept rubbing the base of your antlers. βAnytime, fawn. Iβve got you.β
Warnings: male reader, baby reader, gay dad's hollanov, queer, fluff, Domestic, good dad's, crying, I made adoption a bit inaccurate for plot, reader is a quiet little guy, Shane is a crybaby, Yuna is a cry baby, good grandparents Yuna and David
Notes: writing these guys as dad has me in a vice grip
Summary: Shane wants a baby, Ilya doesn't realize how much he wanted this until they meet little (name)
Tag list: @polluxhasrisen @lazyanimal-things @ilocuras24
βI want a baby...β Shane mumbled while they snuggled in bed, tensing as he realized he said that out loud but Ilya just looked wide eyed and a small smile on his face βyou want baby? with me?β he was surprisingly gentle with this, seeing Shane's nervousness βI mean... Yeah, I wanted a baby with you for a whileβ he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, Ilya feeling warmth flood through him βof course, I am amazingβ he teased βwho wouldn't?β
Shane rolled his eyes and Ilya grinned βso, how do we adopt?β The Russian asked and Shane fidgeted, he didn't deny he looked at adoption websites before βwell there's a few ways...β
Ilya was thankful he was a celebrity.
It only took a week and a background check later for them to be matched with a social worker and before they knew it, they were surrounded by a bunch of little ones. The tel went around and meeting with the kids, learning their interests until they spotted a tiny little boy playing with a truck βthat is (name), he hasn't spoken yet but he's a very sweet boyβ the worker said softly and the two men wandered to him, Ilya smiling at the boy.
βCool truckβ they crouched to his level and (name) tilted his head and looked at them with slight confusion βI'm Shane, this is Ilyaβ Shane introduced them and (name) seemed to click at this and stood up wobbly, the two reading a little sticker on the boys shirt that said βhi I'm (name), I'm 1.5 years oldβ and he waddled to Shane and placed a hand on his knee for balance before his little hand grabbed at his face, specifically his nose. βI need that, ya knowβ Shane said in a purposefully nasally voice and the small giggles that escaped his mouth, genuine and innocent.
The two played with the little one, (name) eventually sitting in Ilyaβs lap without a care in the world, the Russian reading him a story while Shane rested his head on the man's shoulder.
And that's when the process started.
They visited (name) whenever they could, it was the off season so they had more than enough time between the little things they did, one always available to see the boy who grew familiar with them fast, even letting them lift him after a while. All while they did this, the adoption process was going through and they were decorating a spare room for the little one, bright and warm for the babe who deserved the world.
And when the adoption was confirmed could you blame them for celebrating with loved ones? Hayden and Rose working to put together a baby shower for them, gifts for both parents and the little one.
βOh my godβ Shane chuckled as he held a tiny little Hollander-Rozanov Ottawa Centaurs jersey βfor his first game! Gotta be ready for the partβ Scott chuckled and Ilya grinned βa gift from a grandpa, thank youβ
βOh fuck offβ Scott said without any bite and everyone enjoyed each other's company and the gifts, Svetlana wasn't able to come due to work but sent them various gifts, outfits for the little one and various snacks and treats for them.
And finally, the day came.
(Name) Stood in their home, a little backpack on his back and wearing fancier clothes, a little suit without the blazer and tie, his bluey shoes on full display, the social worker trying to keep it together as the family came together.
βThank you, for helping us get himβ Shane said genuinely as Ilya played with him in the background, gently swinging the boy around and the giggles were infectious βof course, I knew you were good people who could give him a good lifeβ she handed him his medical information and his personal effects βthis was his mother's before he was brought here, it's all he has of his familyβ they knew the boys story, family died in an accident on the way to get him from daycare when he was only a few months old, no other family.
Earrings, gold roses with rubies encrusted.
They were beautiful.
βI'll make sure these are safe...β
When it was just the family, the two men showed (name) everywhere, the house baby proofed and stairs had baby gates as well as the kitchen.
β/He's so curious../β Ilya remarked with soft eyes and (name) looked at him curiously, not understanding the sounds he made and Ilya grinned βyou like Russian, little one?β
βHe's going to be learning a lot of languages with how we speakβ Shane chuckled and (name) waddled to them without a care in his world and lifted his arms to be held, already quite clingy to them and Ilya was more than happy to carry the boy around and (name) snuggled into him, Following Shane as he made lunch for them.
(Name) Fiddled with Ilyas necklace, the man noting he wasn't pulling or being rough but just curious about the shiny thing in his tiny hand βthis was your Grandmothers, she would have loved youβ Ilya whispered to him and (name) looked at him with big curious eyes before looking at Shane from the other side of the island. (Name) Was captivated at the meal the man prepared, both men deciding to not elevate other foods compared to others and so when offered sliced strawberries and bananas, he immediately reached for it with his little hands.
βMessy boy!β Ilya chuckled and (name) shoved a piece in his mouth and bounced a bit at the yummy foods βwell he likes fruit, that's for sureβ Shane chuckled and had their lunches on the table, similar to (name)s but with high protein sandwiches along with it.
Ilya eventually put (name) in his highchair so they too could eat, the boy looking at them as they spoke and seemed pleased when they included him in the conversation βmy parents are excited to meet him, my mom said she went a little crazy with gifts for himβ no one was allowed to see them for the first week, the two wanting to get to bond with their baby and (name) needed to acclimate.
The house became a lot more family friendly fast, Ilya fencing the backyard and installing a playset for the boy and the wooden corners and anything that could hurt him.
Come night time, the two gave (name) a bath and (name)... He wasn't having it.
Well getting out, he was having a blast in the bath with his bath toys and bubbles but when it came time to dry off, the two dad's got to deal with their first meltdown.
βNOOO!β (Name) Wailed while he was dried off and put in pajamas, absolutely sobbing while Ilya rocked him gently. This wasn't his first rodeo with sobbing children, the two watching haydens kids occasionally and not to mention Ilyaβs niece he adored. β/Shh, it's alright/β the man's deep voice and the Russian rang in the air and Shane gently fixed the boys hair and hummed the lullaby his mom would sing.
(Name) Eventually calmed down and the men brought him to bed, the crib having a fake aquarium at the end for (name) to look at βsee? No tearsβ Shane kissed his head and Ilya gently traced his cheek βwe love you, sleep well yes?β
The two stayed with him until he fell asleep, exhausted from the day and when his breathing evened out the two wandered out into the livingroom. Ilya rested his head against Shane's stomach βour first of many tantrumsβ Shane murmured and Ilya hummed βhe's perfect, shame first word was βnoββ he chuckled tiredly and the new parents sat in the quiet livingroom, the grey couch more comfortable than usual.
βWe're parents...β Ilya said softly and Shane hummed βwe are... Crazyβ
βI want him to be loved, loved more than I wasβ Ilya looked to his husband who smiled βyou are already doing so well, he adores youβ
βAnd you, he seeks you out like little missileβ
βEveryone's going to love him...β
The social worker warned them that he may have troubles with a new environment but (name) handled it better than expected when he saw the two, half awake and drool on his little cheek a Shane brought him to breakfast, scrambled eggs with a bit of cheese along with small wholegrain pancakes, blueberries on top. βGood morningβ Ilya said taking a cloth and cleaning the drool off his cheek and (name) looked at him with barely open eyes βhe's not even blood related yet he looks like you in the morningβ Shane teased an Ilya rolled his eyes playfully before kissing his husband, (name) resting his little head on Shane's shoulder.
(Name) Enjoyed his breakfast, eating what he felt for which wasn't too much but he was full and happy when freed to watch his 30 minutes of cartoons; they wanted to limit screen time aka avoid letting him on tablet sand the likes. (Name) Watched bluey without much of a care, the parents tidying up after lunch and Ilya watched the tot carefully, (name) standing up and waddling to his toy boy that they set up in the livingroom and found toy fruits.
The two watched him inspect his toys, gifts from loved ones he had yet to meet and the two men watched him lean over into the toy box and pull things out to inspect them. They wandered over and sat with him and (name) have a sweet smile before handing Shane a Velcro toy strawberry βwhy thank youβ the boy turned and handed Ilya a toy pear and the Russian grinned βI see something better to eat!β He lifted the boy and blew raspberries on his little belly, the laughter infectious and Shane couldn't help but record the moment.
The two had been taking countless photos, plans to get them out together for a photo book. They wanted to remember every single memory with their son who became their entire world.
Shane understood now why his mom was so protective of him.
Something they learned about the little one was that he loved to be included in things, often following his dad's around everywhere which was adorable until Shane needed to use the washroom and the tot sobbed when he wasn't allowed in.
That was another thing they realised, they no longer had any privacy when they boy was up.
Which sucked for both of them.
βCan't believe we're dilfs nowβ Ilya was exhausted from keeping up with the tiny baby who ran around happily and tried to get into everything and Shane huffed a laugh, the boy having nap time βwell soon he'll have so many new people to keep him entertainedβ
Not to mention his parents wanting grandma/grandpa sleep overs with their grandbaby once they were settled together.
βWe are putting him in sport, too much energyβ Ilya joked and Shane huffed a laugh βhockey for him won't start until he's at least three, for now we gotta tire him out the old fashioned wayβ
Thank god they had a large backyard.
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A week went by and (name) wore an adorable outfit purchased by his grandparents, a hockey themed shirt that said βfuture NHL captainβ and simple cotton pants, recently he found a gag gift Shane received for his birthday last year which was a stuffed bear that was themed after Ilya himself who thought it was hilarious to give to his husband.
Now he thought it was double hilarious when (name) dragged it around the house with an iron grip.
βSee! I am best!β he grinned as the sound of a car pulling into their driveway alerted them both, little (name) preoccupied with Ilyas shoes that he managed to find, putting one in a toy soup pot much to his parents amusement.
When Yuna and David walked in, they had at least seven gift bags, most for their new grandson but a few for the parents like tea and those chocolates Ilya liked. Shane lifted his son up, wandering to his parents and Yuna looked ready to cry βoh my god, he's perfectβ they saw him through photos but this? He was absolutely precious β(name), this is your grandma and grandpa, can you say hi?β He asked softly and (name) looked contemplative before offering a shy wage and turning to hide in his dad's neck, staring at Ilya who was just behind them and poked his sons chubby cheek and the little one gave a hilarious amount of cut eye to his dad.
The group went back to the living room, (name) looked at the bags curiously, some bigger than him and they watched him investigate them before being absolutely fascinated by tissue paper βdoesn't even care about the toysβ David chuckled βShane was just like that with boxesβ Yuna was sitting with her grandson who waved the tissue paper happily and handed some to Yuna who beamed βwhy thank you! That's very polite of you!β
βSo any meltdowns?β David could already see the slight exhaustion on them and Ilya chuckled βyou never think that the random things would be the most world endingβ he looked at the boy who returned his focus to the bags and pulled one down and crawled into it, tossing the stuffed toy that was in it aside before Yuna pulled him out and smooched his cheek βhe's a quiet little guy, isn't he?β David commented and Ilya nodded βonly thing he said was βnoβ unfortunatelyβ the adults chuckled βah the dreaded no, I remember when Shane said itβ Yuna reminisced fondly while (name) wandered to Shane, suddenly very nervous about being away from him.
βIt's been a week and he's already a Velcro babyβ Shane said happily βshame he follows to toiletβ
βAh, potty patrolβ David chuckled and (name) slumped against his dad's chest, clearly exhausted but didn't want to miss anything.
βI'm going to take little one for his napβ Shane said fondly and Yuna looked hopeful βcan I help?β
βOf course, he needs grandma kissesβ
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Yuna admired the nursery, forest theme with a mix of bright and soft colours for the boy who whined but let himself be placed in the crib, both father and grandmother giving him a smooch βI remember when you were this small, just as precious...β Her eyes were watery βmy baby had a baby...β She managed and Shane pulled her into a hug βand you get to be the best grandma ever, I love you momβ he managed to say without crying and the two hugged while (name) looked at them with heavy eyes, his aquarium playing for him.
When the two came back into the livingroom, the space was already cleared and the toys were unpacked and placed by the toy box for (name) later. βYou two alright?β David asked and Yuna nodded βjust... Didn't expect time to fly so fastβ she said softly and Ilya poured her a glass of wine to her appreciation, baby was asleep after all.
The four chatted away, it was the off season so they didn't have much to worry in terms of childcare but they were looking into a nanny for the boy along with Russian nurseries βthey are betterβ Ilya said simply and it wasn't a lie, they didn't have to bring food for (name) and the ones they saw had a warmer environment.
Not to mention, the boy was learning English, Canadian-French and Russian so the environment would be helpful.
βOh and ASL when he's a bit older, we thought it would be good to knowβ Shane said after they listed the languages and the grandparents looked stunned βisn't that... A lot to teach so young?β
βBabys brain like sponge, start youngβ Ilya said simply and the grandparents let them do as they wished.
βAre you guys going to start him in hockey when he's old enough?β David asked and Ilya nodded βwe are bringing him to ice soon to get used to itβ they already had a tiny pair of skates for the boy and Yuna looked at them warmth βI better get picturesβ
Eventually the grandparents left, sneaking a peak at the sleeping baby and leaving Shane and Ilya to get a quick nap in before (name)s little voice called on the baby monitor.
They had only been referring themselves and each other as papa for Ilya and dada for Shane so heading a soft βdadadada...β From the monitor made Shane nearly start crying from pure joy.
And it didn't take long for little (name) to call out for Ilya when he didn't see him immediately βpapa?β He asked in Shane's arms as Ilya went to pee and the man grinned βso smart!β
The two took him to the backyard, watching him waddle with his little squeaky shoes on and chased a butterfly without a care.
βHe's going to love when we go to cottage next weekβ Ilya beamed and the two put together their social media posts to introduce their baby though due to privacy they posted a picture of Ilyaβs finger being gripped by a sleeping (name)s tiny chubby hand, nothing showing what he looked like and they didn't even say his name, they wanted to keep him away from cameras for as long as possible.
@Svet_Vetrova: he's going to wipe the floor with the metros
@Rose_Landry: it's my god son!!! Look at that little hand!
@h-h-hayden: god a future hockey player raised by these two? I fear for other teams lol
@ILYA_ROZANOV π: MY PERFECT BOY!
The flood of comments from strangers and loved ones made their hearts warm, ignoring the sparing hate comments and focused on the sheer support the two watched their son with close eyes before Ilya ran and lifted him, spinning him around gently and the infectious laughs in the warm summer light made Shane's world feel a bit more complete.
Tw: a lot of children death,heavily implied child r*pe,PLEASE DON'T READ IF IT TRIGGERS YOU THIS SHIT IS HEAVY
(I never watchedd Dexter btw,I only read fanfictions about it and him,this is just for fun lol)
Dexter Morgan never wanted kids. Seriously,he never did. He wouldn't knnow how to care for them. Kids are emotional and loud and unpredictable,everything he didn't like. He didn't necessarely hate them,but he really wouldn't want to deal with one.
But as we all know,liife has a very,very dark humor.
He was looking for a murder and kidnapper. Someone had been terrorizing the city,breaking into houses of families,killing the adults and teenagers and kidnapping the younger kids. The police wasn't able to identify them,and they only found one of the many kids this person had taken. In a trash bag beside a trash can in an alley. He was able to track him down to his house,and had just now gotten inside. He found the person,a guy maybe in his mid 40's. The kidnapper couldn't even put up a fight,Dexter drugged him before he could. He proceeded to look around the house for the missing children. He found a hidden door a to a basement,went down the stairs,and oh god,he wasn't easily impressionable by any means,but the scene was simply disgusting. Tens of tiny corpses in various states of decompositions,piled up,some with their mouth still open in a silenced scream. They were all covered in blood and some...other fluids that he really didn't want to identify right now. He stepped in. He could recognize the faces of some of them from the missing posters he saw. He circled the pile,calling out in a steady voice to see if anyone there was still alive. He heard a tiny,weak whimper and saw a kid on the side pressed tight against the relatively fresh body of a little girl,holding her hand so thight he might have actually broken a finger. Oh God...
He knelt down,not daring to step closer. He could see bite marks on the boy's neck,bruises on his skin,his left leg was bent in an unnatural way,he was trembling,clearly starved to near death,his eyes were unfocused,he was covered in vomit,blood and....oh dear God...
"H-help." The boy barely whispered,his voice weak and scratchy,a mere whisper Dexter barely caught in the air.
"It's okay kid,I'll get you out of here." He whispered back,not wanting to scare the boy by talking too loudly. He had no idea what he was supposed to say in this situation,but he knew he had to get the kid out of here. He slowly approached him and gently picked him up. He had expected the kid to put up a fight out of fear,it would have been a more than justified reaction. Instead,he just slumped against his chest,holding onto his shirt tightly. Maybe he was too exausted to be afraid...
He grabbed the sorry excuse of a human he had previously drugged and got both him and the kid in his car. He shoved the guy in the trunk of the car and tried buckling the kid in the backseat,only to be stopped by the kid's complete refuse to let go of him. He had wrapped his functioning leg around his chest and was holding onto his shirt strong enough for it to rip slightly. Dexter sighed and switched the kid to the passenger seat. It seemed to be enough for the kid to let him go,thought he immediately went to grab the hem of his shirt once he settled in the driver's seat. Well,he should've expected that,the kid was very obviously dealing with the worse trauma someone could've gone trought. Being a bit clingy seemed like the bare minimum. Once he got to the house,he quickly treated the kid's worst injuries. A broken leg,a couple broken ribs,too many bruises to count and a deep gash in his abdomen. He couldn't get the kid to take off his pants,so he didn't know the extense of the damage the bastard's actions might have provoked there. But the last thing he wanted right now was to be seen as a threat by the boy. He gave him some water and something to eat. Both got inhaled faster than if he had put them in an industrial vaccum cleaner. He killed the guy right after. It felt immensely better than any other killing he had ever done in his entire life.
The next day,he went to the police. Reported finding you in an alley,alone and in horrible conditions. They immediately tried to take you to the hospital,obviously,but when an officer tried to pull you away from Dexter you let out the most agonizing,scared,gut-wrenching scream ever and started sobbing. Jesus,you really did get attached...
He had to stay with you the whole recovery. If you woke up from a nightmare and he wasn't at your side,you started screaming and trashing. You refused to eat or drink anything if he wasn't there. The doctor told him that since he was the one that rescued you right after all that you had been trought,you now saw him as yoour "saviour" and as a safe person. He...actually had no idea what to say to that. The hell are you supposed to do when you become a heavily traumatized kid's safe person on a random Tuesday? Child Protective Services informed him that he'd have to keep you at least for a little while,as it was obvious being separated from him put you in a state of extreme distress. They inspected his house to make sure he had the proper living conditions for a child to live in,and made a background check. They ultimately deemed him fit for temporary emergency custody due to particular circumstances,and after a few weeks,you were discharged from the hospital. By then he had come to terms with the fact he'd have to keep you for at least a while,and so he prepared for it. Now,Dexter was never the best at comfort and feelings,but he was somewhat trying. He read parental books,particularry how to deal with extremely traumatized kids. He got a few weird looks from the librarian when he bought the books,but he didn't care. He now knew how to act around you. He also made the house child-proof,and made you your own bedroom,with the walls painted your favourite color you had mentioned once during one of the few times you were able to talk and some books and toys he hoped you would enjoy. He also had a baby-monitor,so that he'd know if you had a nightmare. You kept having them at the hospital. Sometimes you'd wake up screaming,sometimes crying,a few times you threw up as soon as you woke up. You never told him what you saw in those,but it wasn't hard to figure out. You also are still extremely clingy. You seem to especially like being carried. He wasn't sure if it was because of your broken leg or simply because it felt comforting,but you barely weighted anything so it wasn't much of a problem.
He tried to make it as easy for you as possible. If he couldn't support you emtionally,he'd at least make sure you were well-treated and fed. He never got angry,not when you refused to let him go to work,not when you couldn't eat what he prepared for you,not even that time you fell asleep on the couch,had a nightmare and threw up over the paperwork he was working on. He was a calm man,he could deal with that. And you were trying your best,he could see that much.
You were finally starting to improve after months of his care. You put on a lot of weight,until a few weeks ago you had finally reached the normal weight for a kid your age. He had smiled at you and said he was proud of you,and you cried. He was worried he said something wrong,until you told him how happy you were you made him proud and hugged him. You also became a bit less clingy to him. You still were,but not in an almost obsessive,trauma-ridden way anymore. Hell,you even started playing with other kids at the park. Yes,the moms there glared at him,seeing a man watching the kids play. No,he did not care. Plus,they stopped after one recognized you from a news' article just as you were clinging to him after a tiring tag game. She vaguely remembered reading that your custody was temporarily given to the police officer who found you or something like that,and looked at the ground in shame upon realizing who Dexter was and why he was there.
After another few weeks,your therapist saw your great improvements and suggested Dexter should adopt you,since you clearly saw him as a parental figure. His eyes widened the slightest bit. He never considered himself as your "parental figure". He was just the guy you clinged on after a traumatic experience. The one that helped you trought recovery,stayed up all night while you cried about your nightmares,made you your favourite meal afterward,brought you everyday to the park...oh. Well,fuck. He could kinda see why you viewed him like that now...
He actually adopts you. Yep,Dexter Morgan wllingly adopting a kid. The world is crazy,ain't it? You two threw a party after. He didn't really know why it needed a party,but you invited all your friends and had fun,so just went with it.
So. Let me explain. I wanna do this because in the past,one of my male cousin had been raped,and no one ever belived him because he was a guy. Also,the only fic I see where the reader has gone trought sa/rape are for female! Reader,and I find it unfair. Remember: everyone can be raped or be a raper,no matter their sex,gender,race,age,looks... and if you don't agree 100% with this,please get the actual fuck out of my blog. Yes,statistically there are less male rapes. Doesn't mean those victims are any less valid. I don't give a shit if the possibilty is lower,there still are people that go trought this,and they deserve rapresentation too. So this is a fic for everyone, male, female, nonbinary, cis, trans,black,white,tall,short,skinny, muscular,fat,attractive,unattractive... I don't care. Every case of rape/sa is valid,no matter what.
Tw: rape (obviously),canon tipical violence and murder (it's the slashers,so pretty obvious)
DO NOT READ IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE IN ANY WAY. YOUR COMFORT IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING.
Brahms Hellsire
So,with Brahms there aren't many occasions this might happen,simply because you don't go out very often,if at all. He's clingy,touch starved and has extreme separation anxiety. He already gets pouty if you go to the garden,you're basically never going out.
Homewever,Malcom was sick that day,had been for about a week,so he couldn't bring the groceries,and you really needed some ingredients. You know that Brahms won't want to eat leftovers or scraps,so you try to tell him you'll just go to the grocery store and come back right away. He initially refuses to let you go. He'd rather stay hungry than seeing you leave. But after a lot of gentle coaxing,cuddles,and the promise of cooking his favourite meal for dinner,you finally convince him to let you go. Afterall,he trusts you. He knows that you wouldn't leave him,you two have been togheter for so long...
All those thoughts immediately leave his head when you're late. You were supposed to stay out half an hour max. He was already panicking after 40 minutes.
He heard the front door open and was ready to scream at you and throw the biggest tantrum in history of humanity. He was already yelling while making his way to you. He stopped when he saw you thought,the air seemingly sucked out of his lungs. You were kneeling,barely keeping yourself upright,holding onto the doorknob like your life depended on it. Your clothes were torn and you were bleeding. Hand-shaped bruises already forming on your exposed hips and stomach. You were crying,too. Silent,chocked sobs that couldn't make it past your throath,tears streaming down your facee. You were as pale as a ghost and looked seconds away from throwing up or fainting or both.
Brahms was frozen in place. He had never seen you cry,or this hurt. He was used to seeing you walk around the house,your usual gentle expression on your face as you cleaned or cooked,humming under your breath. It took him more than he would have liked to finally move,kneeling beside you. He tried to put an hand on your shoulder to support you,but you flinched away and started screaming. "Please,no,stop it!" You yelled,your eyes closed tightly,your hands scrambling to cover as much of your body as you could. He flinched too at that. It was the first time you ever yelled at him. But clearly,you were too out of it to realize it was him at all,and this was not the time to be hurt or go hide. You were scared and hurt,and Brahms might be childish and a bit selfish but he isn't stupid,and he loves you.
He doesn't know what to do,but he tries to ask himself what you would do in this situation. You don't want to be touched,that much is clear,so he takes a few steps back. He ultimately lets you calm down alone for a moment,and goes to grab the first-aid kit in the bathroom,a glass of water and some of your clothes. His clothes actually, because he knows you like them better and find them comforting.
You're still in shock when he comes back,but you seem to at least have understood that you're at home with him,not in whatever hell you were before. He sets the glass of water and the pile of clothes within your arm reach,careful not to get too close. You take the clothes quickly and put them over the torn ones,too shaken to properly change. You then grab the glass and with shaky hands you take a sip. You aren't calm by any means,but your breathing is slowing down ever so slightly and you let yourself fall against the door,back to it,now in a sitting position. He asks if he can come closer to help with your wounds,his voice losing any childish tone it had,now calm and serious. You take a deep breath and nod. He moves slowly,trying not to seem threatening. He doesn't know much about wound caring,but you've showed him the basics just in case,so he does his best.
Once he's done,he puts everything aside and sits next to you. Now that the shock and terror wore off,he feels rage bubbling up in his chest. Not at you,of course,but at whoever did this to his love. How could they do something like this?
But over everything else,he's worried. Worried for you. "What happened?" He finally asks,thought he thinks he knows the answer. Brahms was never really exposed to the world,but he knows a thing or two,both from his mother and the many books in the library. He knows what rape and assault are,he just never experienced something correlated to them before.
You start crying again,loud sobs. Each one breaks his heart a little more,and he feels angrier by the second. "I'm sorry,I'm so sorry. I swear I told them to stop,I didn't want it I'm so sorry." You blurt out between sobs. You feel disgusting right now. How could you let something like this happen?! What would he think of you now?!
His eyes widened. You looked and sounded sorry,as if this was your fault,as if he had caught you cheating or trying to leave him. "Sorry for what? It was clearly not your fault. I can see it." He says,vaguely gesturing to the torn clothes under the ones he had brought you. You hug your knees and just keep crying. He slowly wraps an arm around your shoulders,giving you the time to pull away if you want. You lean into him slightly,and he lets you calm down for a few minutes.
"I'll run you a bath." He murmurs,because he hates the tought of their touch lingering on your skin more than anything he ever hated. You hold onto him tighter,and he helps you get up. He tries not to stare at the blood between your tights as you two make your way to the bathroom. He prepares the tub and waits for you to undress and get in. You don't move,holding the clothes tighter to your body. It takes him a minute to understand you don't want to take them off in front of him. It makes him angry and he wants to complain about it. Instead,he quietly leaves the bathroom,relieved to hear you finally get in the tub. His whims can wait,right now you're the one in need of help and after years of you caring for him,he can do the same for you for a while.
He doesn't make you follow the rules for a long time after that. It does piss him off sometimes,but he deals with it. He especially hates how you don't like to be touched as much as before. He's touch starved and cuddly. But he can settle to just holding hands,when you can do that.
He picks up cooking,and tries to take care of the house. He's absolutely terrible at it,but he tries.
Also,he does want to go after whoever did this. He understands that he can't really do it thought. You didn't see their faces,he doesn't know where or who they are,he doesn't know the city and despite how angry he is,he's still scared of going out. So instead,he takes care of you. It's the very least he can do for you.
And by the way,you're never getting out of the house again. He doesn't care to listen to any reasons. It's clear that the outside world is too cruel and dangerous for something as beautiful as you.
Jason Vorhees
So,I see only one way this could go honestly. New trespasser had gotten into the camp,and Jason had gone to kill them,leaving you in your shared cabinet in the woods. He was always fast and efficient in eliminating the people that came to the camp,you never had any problems before. Until a small group of them had decided to take a walk in the forest at night for fun,and stumbled across your cabin. They broke in. You fought nail and thoot,screaming for Jason,for anyone to help. He was walking back from camp after killing all the other trespassers. He hadn't noticed the few that had escaped,so he was quite calm as he made his way to your shared home.
He wasn't anymore after hearing your screams. He ran with everything he had,faster than he ever did,bursting trought the door of your cabin,not even bothering to open it.
Jason had never been as angry as he was in that moment. You were crying,a knife pointed to your throat,a guy on top of you as others held you down,laughing and spitting at you. They screamed in terror when they saw him. Tried to run. They were dead before thet could make it to the exit.
All the anger vanished once his eyes fall on you,curled up on the bed,shaking and crying,hugging your knees to your chest. He let his machete fall on the ground and slowly kneeled next to the bed,careful not to touch you or scare you. He held out a hand,and after a moment of panic,you took it,crying harder and holding onto it for dear life. You were squeezing hard enough to break a normal person's fingers,but it's not like he cared. Even if you somehow managed to damage him,it wouldn't last. And he deserved it. He swore to protect you always,and he failed. It was his fault,too,that you were in this situation. If he didn't leave you alone,then maybe...
His line of thought is interrupted by your repating apologizes. You kept saying sorry,begging for forgivness,swearing up and down that it wasn't consensual,that you hadn't meant for this to happen. He felt his heart ache at that. Do you really think he's angry at you for this? How could he ever be?
He slowly pulled you into a hug,leaving you the time to pull away. You didn't,instead burying your face in his chest,sobbing louder. He held you silently until you fell asleep from exaustion. He cleaned and dressed you,careful not to wake you up,and then just stayed at your side. Even as you cried from a nightmare.
After that,he became a whole lot more careful around you,and more protective. More traps set around your cabin and in the forest,one or two inside the cabin itself,and he gave you a loud whistle in case anything like this happened ever again and you needed a signal to ask for help. He also stole a few weapons like rifles and guns from the camp and brought them there. He didn't need them,of course,but at least this way you had plenty of ways to defend yourself.
He stays with you for a long time after,only leaving your home to get wood for the fire and food. You try to convince him to let you help,but he refuses. You need to rest right now more than anything.
He's also fine with any new boundary you might have. He feels insanely guilty and blames himself for what happened,he'd never forgive himself if he made the experience even worse for you. You don't want to cuddle anymore? Alright,you two can just hold hands. Don't want to do that? That's okay,do you want him to stay near you? No? You want him to leave you alone for a bit? He won't like it,but he'll go and wait outside if you need sone alone time. That's the bare minimum he can do for you.
Michael Myers
Michael had been out killing people. He often was,and you were left alone in your shared home,not that you minded. Sure,it was a bit lonely sometimes,but whatever,you could go a few nights without him.
Oh,how you wished you hadn't thought that. How you wish you had begged him to stay for tonight.
Someone had broken in your house while you were sleeping. You thought it was Michael at first. He seemed to not be able to just be a normal person and use the front door sometimes. Maybe he did it to scare you.
But then you heard it: footsteps. Michael was always eerily silent when walking. But this ones? You could hear them from upstairs. And,even worse,there were several pairs of them. At least three people. You slowly got out of bed,looking around for something to hit the intrudors with. You thanked all the gods for Michael's obsession with knifes as you saw one on your nighstand.
When the strangers broke in the bedroom,you thought you were ready.
So were they.
You fought as much as you could,but they were more,had guns and what seemed to be drugs. One was able to press a rag to your face and you felt your conciousness slip away. You tried to fight it,but you couldn't.
Michael found you hours later,still passed out. Fight signals were clear. Everything valuable in the house had been stolen. You were naked on top of the sheets,bruises and cuts all over your skin,deep hand shaped bruises on your hips,tights and around your neck.
Now,Michael was always angry. It was a slow burning,costant anger that stayed dorment in his stomach. It was what pushed him to kill,to take life after life with no regret. But the anger he felt right now? It was completely different. Wild,white-hot,so instense it was almost nauseating. He felt light-headed for the first time in years because of it. He needed to kill those people. He simply had to. It wasn't a choice or a desire. It was a phisical need,like a starved man needs food.
Michael isn't the best boyfriend ever,so he left you there to go find those people. They had been caught for stealing from another house right after yours,and were now detained by the police. He killed anyone who got in his way,police officer or criminal. He made it especially slow and painful for them,obviously. He noticed some recently stitched stab wounds on them,identical to the ones he left on his own victims. You had fought. Good.
He came back after,covered in blood,that new,weird anger still boiling in his chest. You were just starting to wake up.
Now,he has no idea how to comfort you once you start remembering what happened and panic. He tries to be pratical,bringing you clothes,water and food. That much he can do. Then he just kinda sits on the bed and let you do your things. If you want,you can cling to him. He won't push you away,surprisingly. Or just hold his hand as you cry. Or not touch him at all. He doesn't mind. His presence alone his grounding for you,and he looks so calm...
he isn't. It's just a facade. He's angry and worried and hurting,but he never experienced something like this so he himself has no idea he is.
He won't properly comfort you,he doesn't know how. Homever he will be staying at home the next few days. And if you ask him for something? He'll ignore you. But not even a minute after,that something is somehow within your reach. You didn't even notice he put it there,and he will deny it until the day he dies.
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Summuary: nothing in the world could prepare a son to not only randomly discover he has a dad, that was mean to be his mother, and nothing could prepare a husband to know he has a husband. WC: 2.5k
Pairings: Bruce Wayne x FtM!Batmom!Reader, Batkids x FtM!Batmom!User
Cw: Internalized transphobia, small suicide mentions
A/n: firt of everything, be warned that Bruce Wayne isn't less than a YEARNER that man is literally in his knees for his spouses wherever he fills like it, and well, if you guys realize, I started to use the term deadname, I didn't used it before so it could give that felling that the reader still couldn't believe on himself.
You always tried your best to be the "good parent", to make your children like you while being responsible. Generally, it worked out quite well; you were able to enjoy your family's company without much worry, at least on the good days.
You always gave them the freedom to be honest with you, to talk however and whenever they wanted about anything possibleβa freedom you never had with your parents, and now don't seem to have with your children, even if this is more of a personal barrier for security.
But now, after a lot of crying, a lot of crying indeed, and words that neither of you wanted to say, having ice cream at 10 a.m. with your eldest while dusting off some things was almost comforting.
However, his expression seemed almost terrified.
"I even had an appointment with an endocrinologist a month before we actually got into a relationship, but wellβ¦" It left you without much difference; all the feelings that existed within you were still there, recharging after all those tears had left.
The only emotion that came out was a sad laugh, caused by your frustration at holding the spoon with your hand being all bandaged.
Dick, on the other hand, didn't seem amused at all by the information.
After all those emotions, which had barely happened an hour ago, he barely said a word, only gently helped you up and go to the home theater and put you on one of the sofas before leaving without saying a word, which scared and comforted you at the same time, with a pang of hope mixed with a fear similar to before.
But then he appeared less than two minutes later with two bowls of ice cream and a very large heavy blanket, determined to keep you company, without saying anything or asking anything of you; the only thing he said was a whisper about how Alfred would kill you two after ruining your appetite for lunch.
And you had no idea, maybe it was the fact that you was finally going to be able to talk to someone about it after years of keeping it all bottled up, but it simply made you start talking nonstop.
Your childhood, your fifteenth birthday party, your parents, the feeling of finally going to college, meeting Bruce, when he brought Richard and his siblings to the mansion, the wedding and how you threw up before walking down the aisle because of the dress, your job, the first broken mirror last week, what happened at the party last night.
And Dick watched it all with a terrified look.
He was pale and didn't made any work to hide his terrified expression; he didn't dare to say something or to even move during the whole story, just staring at you and slowly getting worse.
"Have you been in the closet for over 15 years?" He whisper like it was a forbidden secret or someone would listen, even tho it was just you two in the whole manor.
You didn't look at him, just keep staring at the melting ice cream you had in hands.
"Yep" you said, popping the 'p' and letting out another incredulous little laugh. "It's... It's too much for me to really come out of the closet right now, you know? There are so many people whoβoh shit! Don't cry."
You barely glanced at him, and the most obvious thing was his red eyes and the tears running, while he had a open mouth like a dumb fish.
"I-I am sorry. This... this is straight out of a horror movie" You got close to try provide some comfort but he clean his own tears and take a deep breath before push you for a hug. "I shouldn't be the one crying in this situation, but gosh... I would be dead"
The courage to answer this don't hit you, because you know damm well you should be dead at this point; you just nod and get closer to him, and Dick looks to get the memo, at least a bit.
For a couple of minutes, is just that, a comfortable silence between you two while snugging. Affection was always present with Dick, but that was bringing memories of when he still was a little brat running around in little shorts, times that definitely nothing was easier, but the nostalgia was welcomed.
"I called you dad early, is that alright?" He say in a whisper, a not so dramatic one this time tho.
Is a simple question, one that you appreciate, but saying yes would make everything way too real. And if you received this same question two weeks ago, you would desperately say no with all the air in your lungs, but now, wouldn't hurt just a bit...
"Please..." It was supposed to be a "yes, thank you" or any other variation, but beg for it was more natural.
" 'kay, dad" The smile on his face was listenable, and honestly, took a small one from you too.
The felling was wonderful, was warm and something so soft you didn't fell on years, and it was just like that, just like love. It left you speechless because, even though you had imagined it thousands of times before, it was still something so new and raw that it hurt.
"Can I ask you something? Two things actually" You just nod, cause this would or fuck up the moment or make you fell more of it. "Do you... Never though about Tim? Like, my kid is bisexual and have a boyfriend, and everyone is do nice about it, why don't come out? Or, i don't know, anything..."
"Of course I tough, way too much, but, Tim is a son, I am a mother" the line was pretty simple in your head, that's why you only shrugged while answering, still with a fragile tone. "If a teenager come home late after a night out, is ok, they are a teen and is expected, if a parent come late in a night out, even if their children is being taken care by the other parents, family member or babysitter, they are a bad parent and not responsable enough. Tim is young, new, is allowed, I'm way to old"
He murmur something about the analogy that don't make it was to your ear so you don't even bother. He looks like was to say something, maybe disagree or something, but he stop himself before start and just go.
"Hm... Do you have a name?"
During your adolescence and the short period during college, you had thought about it quite frequently, the problem tho was that you was so scared that couldn't pick one; after Bruce, you just simply stopped with that, so it was just one more thing. Your name... Well, dead name, was yours and didn't have much to do.
So you simple shake your head at him.
"So, I still call you by your current name?"
It tasted bitter on your face, like a lemon, making it clear that also wasn't a pleasant option.
"I... Is gonna do a couple years that I don't think about it, and Bruce wouldn't appreciate his wife randomly changing names, you know?" You let a small and low laughter, almost depreciating.
Dick let a sight and push you closer, basically bear hugging you.
"So you are a... Transman and hm, gay? Bi?" He says like is nothing, and it should be, but you still cannot say it so casually.
In fact you never even spoke it out loud, so without giving a proper answer you nod your head, and he sight again.
"You really need to talk to Bruce"
"What?" You move a little to get out of his hug but it doesn't work, and you hear the third little sight.
"You are getting your life destroyed over the sake of your husband comfort, if he loves you like he says, I doubt he will broke up after all those years after hear it, and if he does, then I guess he isn't a good enough man" He says it with soo much confidence that almost scariest you. Even tho he's eyes still red from all the crying, he looks way too brave.
"Riri, he is straight, doesn't matter if he loves me or not, people have the right to have preferences-"
"Oh please! He loves you! You two are married for 8 years! How you never realized that man is a dog? You could punch him in the face and he will say sorry. Every single valentine's day and birthday looks like is the first and last one" Richard cut yourself quickly and start to talks as fast as possible. "This logic could apply for every single couple on the world, besides you two!"
Honestly, that just make you even scared, and he notices this when he cover you more with the blanket, without even looking your reaction.
"If he broke up with you, I will be there for go with you, ok?" He kiss you on the forehead, and you reply the same gesture on him with a small smile basically just as sad as before.
Dick was Bruce's robin, but he was always your son. Is not that Bruce doesn't love the boy, is pretty much the opposite, the man couldn't even think about it, but sometimes, a dad need more of a son that he knew about. If you told yourself from 10 years ago your biggest confident was your adoptive son, you wouldn't believe.
"We still have more two hours-ish before everyone come, do you wanna more ice cream?"
You think you gonna vomit.
Dick was being all sweet and gentle with you, but right now you just want to run away, what he even helps you do; in the moment you fell the teats coming back after quite a while, you first instinct is to ask for to go back to your room. You couldn't have this anymore, you couldn't just be here knowing at every second it would turn upsidedown all again.
And he helps your without questionin.
He guided you until your room again, without saying a word. He holded you while shakily walking and kissed your forehead before going away and closing the door, like you was some child.
You passed the other two hours you had alone, without able to say a word, laying in bed like some kind of a sick people, and you couldn't hear not even a noise from around the masion, you imagined that Dick was being similar to you in a way.
And when you hear the first motorcycle parking outside of the manor, you first instinct is to run. You knew it wasn't Bruce, but your mind didn't care. You was bassically melting with the bed,
You couldn't see your kids like this, you barely have energy to think about Bruce right now, see they only would worse everything, and that make you fell like a horrible dad.
The mirror Infront of you catches you eyes, the one that replaced the one you broke in the start of your crisis; is the first time you properly look at yourself since you woke up, and you're disgusting.
You looked dirty, gross, out of place, a really fucked up woman, and in maybe one hour you will have too look at your husband and convince him that this is a man, when you don't even believe it right now.
Waist, chest, legs, head, even your misery was a woman.
You don't wanna do it, you don't wanna lose him, but even if you don't talk about it, he will want to talk about it, he will look at you like you deserve gentleness somehow and ask about it until he can.
"Everyone saw what happened yesterday, you don't bullshit me right now! [Deadname] was totally fucked up and you don't have the right to act like I'm being the lunatic here" Jason's voice was hearable from your room. He talked with so much anger and fear at the same time that for a moment you don't think it was Jason.
"Jay, I not saying any of that, I just asking for god's sake to relax, she is ok right now and just need space, please-"
Jason said something back, but you didn't mind hearing, you just laid in the bed and cover yourself with the dirty blankets and sheets, taking a deep breath before let the tears.
And voice after voice made you worse.
After Jason, it was Cass, them Duke, Tim, Damian, even Alfred. They were all begging to know what was happening to you, what was happening to their mother; hearing Alfred call you by your "name," without any honorific title in front of it, almost made you jump out of bed.
You don't know how long you was there, just crying or breathing in your bed, but when someone knocked on the door, you knew exactly who was without a word.
"Can I come in babe?" Bruce's voice was soft, sweet, the one he reserve only to you.
You didn't had any strenght to answer it in anyway, but he took your silence as a easy answer, and you slowly hear the old wood door be opened.
Okay okay hear me out, male reader who has Eddie's initials (EM) tattooed on his v line or hip bone and the Hellfire Club sees it when he leans over the table to point at the board, and for the longest time they think he's got a girlfriend named Emma or something similar because of the tattoo until one day while Eddie's casually got his arm slung over reader's shoulders, reader just shyly asks for a kiss.
Hellfire freaks because "reader is cheating on his girlfriend" and only like, Lucas, Dustin, Gareth and Will connect the dots that 'EM' are Eddie's initials and Eddie is glad to show off the fact that Eddie is his boy. Meanwhile the rest of Hellfire that hasn't connected the dots are like, "......what-?"
(IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS TOO MUCH-)
I switched this up just a little. Dustin's the one sort of clueless.
Feel free to look through my masterlistΒ here!
Eddie Munson x Male Reader.Β
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Dustin notices it first. Not that he really wants to notice it. It's just you and him happen to have the same physical education block. Changing is an unfortunate side effect of the course and in the midst of it, Dustin spots the lines that could nearly be faded into your skin, mistaken as dye or lint that's clinging to your body all of out accident. But if it weren't for the fact that Dustin had to approach you--desperately needing to borrow some deodorant, he would've known it was there.
"Hey, this is embarassing," Dustin starts from behind you.
You turn to him, pulling the t-shirt you'd been wearing when you got to school down over your head. "What's embarrassing, Henderson?" You don't really move to finish pulling your arms through the holes just yet.
"Do you have spare deodorant? Totally spaced when Mom asked me earlier this week."
YOu nod. "But, uh, no need to give the stick back." And it's in the turn, that Dustin nods, ducking his head for a moment in shame that he catches the black on your skin.
It's tiny and in cursive. Dustin nearly doesn't catch what the letter are, e.m. Before Dustin can fully form the thought to ask you who is e.m. he's catching the white and red container as it arches in the air. Dustin's not fond Old Spice, but it'll do. It's new too. He notices when he pulls the top off.
"Thanks," he calls over his shoulder, heading back to the locker his stuff is in.
Dustin is sure it wouldn't even come back up. That is until one day at the end of Hellfire, Dustin hangs back needing to catch a ride with Eddie back home. You help clean up and when you stretch up to get one of the Hellfire boxes up onto the shelf in the drama room--a box that Eddie always kept tucked away for safety and he had him by two inches so you'd been given the responsiblilty--Dustin notices the faint letters again.
That night, Dustin radios to the party. "Code red, we have a code red."
He repeats the code. When the line fills with static for more than a minute. "I repeat, we have a code red."
"The world literally better be ending again," Lucas huffs into the receiver.
Mike answers just a moment later, "I agree. What's going on Dustin?"
"Who do we know with the initials E.M?" Dustin asks.
"Why?" Lucas returns.
"Just focus, Lucas. Who do we know with those initials?"
"Eddie?" Mike offers. "His last name is Munson."
"Can't be him," Dustin scoffs. "What's Elizabeth's last name? The one with the braces? She asked me to to tutor her one year in middle school."
"McCall," Lucas answers.
"Hmm, not his type," Dustin deduces. You didn't seem to go exclusively for nerdy but Dustin figures you'd go for someone cooler. The spend half an hour going through everyone they know. Only a few make the list: Emma Marshall--a senior, like you, was more punk, asked everyone to call her Em; Evelyn Malcom, a junior who you had geography with, she didn't really have a distinct clique but she was nice enough; and Esther MacDonald, a senior who always had a spot in the school play.
"We should watch their movements," Dustin commands. It would be the only way to figure out who you were dating.
"You still haven't told us why?" Mike counters. "Why do we care?"
"They're initials are E.M." Dustin launches into the explanation about the tattoo--he thinks what's what it is. Though it's faint.
"E.M. could literally be anyone. Who's to say it isn't a relative who like died or something?"
Dustin ponders it for a moment but dismisses it on the face that you never talked about anyone in your family dying. Perhaps there were things that people just didn't talk about. Dustin knows he doesn't talk about his dad much. But still--it would have to be someone important. Who would be more important than a girlfriend?
But the guy ultimately cave and agree to help Dustin keep tabs on you. The Monday they return to school each of them as their person--Dustin has Emma, Lucas has Evelyn, Mike has Esther.
The only thing that Dustin notices on Monday is that when Emma hands over notes. You give a quick smile, saluting her as you return to your desk. You never look at her again in class. Before getting into the cafeteria Lucas reports that you walked right past Evelyn with a glance. Mike has nothing on you and Esther, but his hopes aren't high.
"Are we missing something obvious?" Dustin ponders. He just briefly catches the smirks on Lucas and Mike's face. He watches their eyeline and turns to the cafeteria doors. He can spot you, slipping into your seat next to Eddie at the table but nothing out of the ordinary as Eddie gives you a side hug. He leans in and Dustin thinks he's just whispering something to you.
You laugh and shrug out of his one arm sling. You swat his chest and then the rest of the group falls into conversation.
"What?" Dustin asks. He turns back to Lucas and Mike. They shake their heads. But it's clear they're going to share.
Friday when the group falls into the drama room, Dustin's begged the entire week for Lucas and Mike to share what they know. They don't budge. Refuse to with snickers of laughter the entire time. Dustin's trailing behind them, huffy and screeching just their refusal. He's annoyed. Why wouldn't they share what they knew? Besides all the data they'd collected clearly indicated that you and none of the girls were together.
But em is etched into your hip.
"Henderson, I'm not dealing with the attitude already," Eddie huffs out, not looking up from behind the DM shield.
"Lucas and Mike are being asses," Dustin returns. He doesn't want to over explain but at the least he needs someone to understand that he's not the one being unreasonable.
"When aren't those two little shits not asses?" Eddie quips with a grin. Lucas and Mike both protest, pulling out their character sheets as they do so.
"It's not our fault Dustin is oblivious," Lucas snorts.
You step next to Eddie, arm slinging around his shoulder. "We haven't even started, save the sass for the campaign."
"It'll cost two kisses," Eddie huffs out. You snort, bending down just a little, pecking his lips twice and then his cheek once. "Insurance?" Eddie asks.
Eddie's brows furrow. "I mean, yeah, those are initials."
Dustin singles you out with his digit. His eyes are wide and a little bit of spit flies out of his mouth as he speaks. "The tattoo! It's for Eddie?"
"The tattoo?" you question.
Dustin storms over, muttering under his breath that of course it would be so obvious and of course Lucas and Mike wouldn't say anything. Dustin lifts the hem of your shirt, finger tapping on the faint ink on your hip. "E. M."
Eddie had done an attempt of a stick and poke. It was fading and the lines were dropping a little. "Oh," you laugh. "Yeah. Eddie's a fucking comedian when he's drunk."
"That shit is professional and you know it, sweets," Eddie grins up at you.
"Wait--" Gareth's voice interrupts. "Dustin, you are making a whole scene because Eddie and him are dating?"
"I had to figure out who the initials for," Dustin recounts the story of the deodorant and Jeff snorts at the conclusion. He launches himself into the retelling of Lucas and Mike brainstorming girls, collecting the data via the interactions and the inevitable conclusion. "It is not funny. It was important."
Jeff holds up his hands. "I didn't know either until right now, but I mean, Henderson, you could've asked."
"Also, Henderson, you gonna let my shirt go or what?" you ask.
"Shit, sorry," Dustin releases the cotton and steps over to his seat. "I can't believe nearly everyone else knew but me."
"Because we use our eyes," Mike returns, leaning onto the tables to close some of the distances as the sarcasm drips from his tone.
Dustin flips him off in return, mimicking his words in a higher and more nasally voice. Eddie reaches down to rub his palm over the cap on Dustin's head. "It's alright, kid. Everyone has their moments. Now, if we can, there's monsters to slay."
"Monsters," Dustin recalls. You perch yourself in a seat behind Eddie, occasionally voicing NPC's and rolling for them. You took a step back once you started dating Eddie knowing that it might be unfair even though Eddie was strict to not talk campaign stuff to you.
You can't help but shake your head when you glance over to Dustin--he's already shouting about the room shaking due to an earthquake his seemingly deep need to figure out the person solved. At least he's a kid that cares, in the end--as deeply and thoroughly as he did.
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