Kinda tweaking cause I got like three fanfics on the go :3
Victor Gideon x Infected Reader - Slowburn?
WARNINGS
This chapter contains mentions of Violence, Blood/Gore, Cursing.
Synopsis ; Working under Doctor Gideon is hard work, you took the job despite its oddities because it pays well. Yet its you whose about to learn that its really you paying a heavy price.
You were hired onto a small research team working under Doctor Victor Gideon, at the Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Centre after its establishment in 2003.
Working for Doctor Gideon was not for the faint of heart, the work he had you do was certainly a challenge.
Often you found yourself with one of the lead researchers in the basement of the facility, in a room they liked to call the Corpse processing chamber. It always smelt of a pungent rot, you had to smear peppermint jelly on the inside of your nose to tolerate it. The suffocating stench permeated the room, no matter how much you tried to scrub the floors at the end of the day you could never get rid of the smell.
The job consisted of collecting viable flesh and blood samples, occasionally bones, then a thorough autopsy of the deceased followed by the disposal. Usually you would write up the report as your superior conducted the sample collection and autopsy, afterwards you would dispose of the body. Near the end of the day you would run the reports up to the research labs along with the collected samples.
You had only ever met Doctor Gideon in passing, though you would avert your gaze out of politeness. Assuming that his condition was the cause for the strange experiments conducted in the lower level of the basement facility, a large part as to why you didn't really question your job, pays well enough anyways.
One early morning the scientist you worked with, Doctor Williams was working on a body as you wrote up the report nearby, though the corpse you had received wasn't quite dead as it seemed. It jolted alive with a vicious growl lunging for Dr. Williams, as he fell to the floor the gurney was knocked over as the not so dead man threw him off balance, the tray of tools scattered across the floor.
“Fuck! Help!” he cried out trying to keep the gnawing maw from sinking teeth into flesh. One hand squeezing the base of its neck the other trying to push its stomach, the decomposed skin splitting open easily. Viscera and organs spilling over Dr. Williams and tile surrounding him.
You dropped the clipboard and pen, dashing forward gripping the back of the monster's torn shirt, you yanked him back off your coworker. Dr. Williams hand seizes a scalpel amongst the mess of tools and guts.
The monster turned his attention to you, a hulking form making you stumble back first into the wall, a strangled noise escaping you, as the wind is knocked from your lungs. Hands pressing harshly against his chest while his snapping jaw was mere inches from your face. Struggling to keep him from tearing your face apart, Dr. Williams hops up onto his feet rushing to grab the undead creature, nearly slipping on the blood. Skewering its neck with the scalpel, black decaying blood spilled on you. But the creature was relentless, one hand pulling at the protective gear at your waist the other on your forearm.
Dr. Williams grappled the undead thing pulling him away from you, the sound of tearing cloth and its angered growls.
He slammed its head against the overturned gurney repetitively, he didn't cease the action until the monster stopped moving. Its brains and viscera splattered all over sufficiently making a mess of the room, the both of you huffing trying to catch your breath.
“W-what the fuck was that” you were exasperated and confused, adrenaline was rushing through you, hands shaking. “I thought we only dealt with the dead! B-but he was alive?” gawking at the now dead corpse.
“Nevermind that.” His response was harsh. He kicked the body “Just clean yourself up, then take those reports upstairs to Doctor Richardson” his demeanor was far too calm after the events that had unfolded, your stomach twisted and suddenly you felt nauseous.
As you followed the decontamination process, stripping off all your protective gear, tossing it into a laundry shoot built into the wall. You lock the bathroom door behind you as you go to clean yourself in the shower. you go to pull off your tank top, fingers grazing just above your hip, a stinging pain shoots through your side, instantly you freeze.
Slowly looking down, pulling up the fabric of your top to reveal the angry red scratch. As you gawk at your side, you notice it. The same black veins and decay you saw on that corpse, just barely there, barely noticeable but it's there. A massive wave of dread washes over you, the color drains from your face. you silently plead that you are hallucinating.
Suddenly turning to find the first aid kit under the bathroom sink, tearing it open as quickly as you could. Spilling its contents into the porcelain sink, searching for the small bottle of alcohol, all but violently ripping its top open, you pour a generous amount over the wound. Vision spotting with stars as you nearly topple over from the searing hot pain “Oh God!” legs nearly giving out on you at you lean against the sink, forehead pressed to the glass you look at yourself through blurring tears.
As you rise back to an upright position, your gaze falls to your side again, the wound is even more red, irritated and scorching hot. The black veins did not go away, anxiety soared in your head.
“Please, Please no” came in a breathless whisper, the urge to vomit became overwhelming.
After a poor attempt to re-collect yourself, you staggered down the halls to find Doctor Richardson to deliver the reports. You had done a decent enough patch job on the wound but you still felt uneasy, fear and anxiety churned in your stomach. The hallways felt as if they were closing in on you, too engrossed in the way the room was spinning you almost failed to hear the voice calling out to you. Hand grabbing the wall for support, you look up to see who called you.
Victor Gideon stood a few feet away, observing you, the thin layer of sweat on your face, the distant look in your eyes. He hummed tilting his head, a scrutinizing stare hidden by his headgear.
“Are you feeling unwell?” the soothing tone of his voice did nothing to ease you “You look as though you might faint.”
“I'm fine.” you managed to squeak out “Just bringing the p-papers to Doctor Richardson, is all.” giving him a forced smile.
“Mhmm, you mean those papers?” he points, your gaze following his finger to the floor, where the papers were scattered about the hallway floors.
You hadn't even noticed you dropped them. While staring starstruck at the floor, you barely heard his heavy footsteps approach. Slowly looking up to see he was right there, in your space. Bringing his hand up to brush away the hairs sticking to your sweaty face, placing the back of his hand on your forehead you flinched at the contact.
“You have a fever” one hand cupping your face, tilting upwards to examine you better “Why don't you come up to my office, I can give you. . . .a proper examination.” he gives a gentle smile, snake like tongue licking his lips. Your face feels hotter than it already was, your body is shaking now unsure of the cause. Whether it's fear or the scratch.
What if he discovers it?
What if it kills you?
What if you turn into a thing like that corpse?
You are hyperventilating now, barely registering that Dr. Gideon's hands are now securely on your shoulders. His voice is muffled by your swirling thoughts. Likely trying to calm you down, before you know it darkness engulfs your vision.
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This fic has everything: giving Remmick head, sitting on his face, slight fem-dom, choking, bratty/kinda awkward Remmick, the classic Period Sex, overstimulating him until he’s all pathetic and begging you to let him cum inside (ha ha, puns).
Man’s neck is thick; he can handle a hard ride from ya, I’m sure ;)
Heads up: Reader is at least described to have AFAB bits (no pronouns mentioned), Remmick uses petnames, Reader is racially ambiguous. I’m also posting on mobile so apologies if it looks weird!
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Your vampire lover always grew especially needy whenever your monthly cycle came and went. Usually he’d come to you in the night, begging you to let him feed from you using flowery words. You’d let him in of course, it was always easiest to let him feed when he didn’t have to bite you - and far less painful to be sure.
Tonight though, he seemed especially needy. Eagerly pawing at your slip to get to what he needed from you, begging you to let him taste you as he stripped the both of you naked.
But you were feeling mean. You wanted to see this fiend squirm and to hear him whimper for you.
“Fuuuuuck.”
Remmick’s drawled out voice carried through the dark room as his back and neck arched against the pillows and sheets of his bed. You were a beautiful sight between his legs with his cock bobbing in your hot mouth.
You were a tease: going slow and sensual, curious to see how you could rile the being above you up. An oil lamp sat at the nightstand next to the bed, allowing you to see all of Remmick’s pretty facial expressions and reactions. His eyes reflected that predatory yellow-green in the lamplight and a touch of drool began to trickle out of the corner of his mouth.
You ran our nails up and down his naked thighs, leaving trails of pretty red lines behind that had him gasping. You slipped him from your mouth as you licked him from his base to his tip real slow, then focused on giving quick sucks to his tip as soon as it was welcomed back in your warm mouth.
He let out what you assumed to be a curse in some foreign language in between gasps and whispers of your name, his thighs flexed under your arms. He gripped your head, using one hand to gather all of your hair and the other gently caressed whatever part of you he could reach as you looked up at him through your eyelashes.
“Damn, you’re so good darlin’” he praised softly, licking his lips before pressing them together and tilting his head back with a moan. “Fuckin’ hell, just ‘bout ready to bust.”
Your chuckle vibrated around him and that was all he needed before he released a strangled cry and was cumming in your mouth, gripping the strands of your hair so tightly you briefly feared he’d rip it out from its roots. He moaned quietly as you licked him up, flinching and gasping from overstimulation as you suckled on the head.
“Open yer mouth, lemme see it.”
With a cheeky grin you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, showing the white mess he had left. In a surge of desperation he swept you up and kissed you heatedly, tongue collecting his own seed that mingled with your saliva. Your face burned at the filthiness of it all, but hearing him release a debauched moan against your mouth made you throb.
All too suddenly Remmick pulled back and laid against the bed again.
“Mmmmm, c’mere darlin’,” he drawled as he tugged you up by your hips. “Need to taste ya.”
His strength never ceased to surprise you as he man-handled you up his body so that your pussy was right where he wanted it. You steadied yourself against the headboard, barely getting yourself comfortable before Remmick’s greedy mouth was on you - pressing needy open-mouth kisses against your drenched and bleeding pussy.
“She’s weepin’ fer me, ain’t she?” he purred as one of the hands looped around your thighs came up to start rubbing circles against your clit. He hummed as he sucked you into his mouth, “fuck, I’m starvin’.”
You released a breathy gasp that devolved into a moan as he gave you a slow and broad lick with his whole tongue, licking and savoring you. You gently batted his hand away from your clit and focused on grinding yourself against his skillful mouth. Remmick was groaning against you as though he could feel the pleasure himself and his heavy breaths made you shudder as he pulled back slightly to flick at your clit with the tip of his tongue.
You were keening above him, grasping at your breasts, thighs, hips, his head, anything to help yourself stay grounded at the onslaught of pleasure he was giving you.
“Remmick - shit!”
He chuckled at the cry of his name and you could feel him smirking against you.
“Don’t need to breathe ‘r nuthin’ baby,” he said between pants. “As a vampire, I mean. So stay on as long as you want darlin’,” he gave you a fleeting lick as he hummed, considering before he let out a sultry chuckle. “Or…as long as you can handle.”
The wet squelching sounds of you grinding yourself against Remmick’s eager mouth echoed throughout the room and made your face burn. He’s got one hand squeezing your tit and the other jerking himself off.
“Mmmm, that’s it sugar,” he practically growled, his mouth barely pulled away from your heat. “Fuck yerself on my tongue, make yerself cum. Fuckin’ use me.”
His tongue felt impossibly long as it suddenly slithered and writhed inside of you, making you scream above him. His hands squeezed your flesh as though he meant to rip it from your bones. His face was slippery from the amalgamation of your slick, your blood, and his drool.
God above, he felt perfect.
Better than perfect.
He felt fucking divine.
You did as you were told: your fingers clutched at his scalp and you began to fully rut yourself on his face, fucking his tongue like it was his cock. His tongue was so soft and wet, and his nose added the perfect amount of friction as you bumped your clit against it. The bed continuously rammed against the wall in a steady rhythm, but you couldn’t give a damn about it because you were so close.
You came with a shriek of his name, praising him as though he himself were your God. Like he was all things both divine and depraved.
He carried you through your tumultuous orgasm with sweet kitten licks, careful not to overstimulate you too much. Your thighs shook and your lower belly quivered from the aftershocks of your pleasure still rolling through you. Remmick stared up at you intensely, giving your clit a few last and fleeting licks before you climbed off his head. He licked up every drop of your wetness and blood eagerly before his hands grasped at your waist to bring you closer to him. His mouth, nose, and chin were stained crimson (you hadn’t expected to be bleeding so much!) and as he kissed your chest he left behind smears of red.
As Remmick busied himself with sucking on your breasts, you adjusted yourself on his lap and began to grind yourself on his stiffened cock. He moaned into your breast as he sucked on your nipple, then he wrapped an arm around you to pull you impossibly closer to him.
He practically glided into you, leaving the both of you gasping and clutching at each other for just a second. Dear Remmick’s jaw fell slack as you slowly took him in and pressed his cheek against your chest - savoring how glorious you felt all around him. You ran your fingers sweetly through his hair and clung to his head once you were fully seated.
Allowing gravity to bring you and Remmick back down against the bed you began to shallowly grind against him. He bit his lip and closed his rolling eyes, he leaned his head back against the mattress and began to spread his legs just a little wider to feel even more of you. His hands found their way around your hips and began to guide your movements, you allowed it for now because he simply felt too good inside you otherwise. You pressed your hands against his pecs, his shoulders, you even leaned forward and kissed him with such a fiery passion you’d suspect that The Devil himself could see it as hellfire.
You gasped as you felt Remmick’s sneaky fingers had made their way to where you were joined, being non-too gentle as he rubbed your clit the way he knew you liked.
“Cum fer me darlin’,” he whispered quickly. “Cum fer me sweetheart, fuck I need to feel ya cum ‘round me first. Ye feel so fuckin’ good!”
“You’re gonna need permission to cum inside,” you teased.
Remmick paused, his eyebrow twitched and he narrowed his eyes at you.
“Now why’d you go and say somethin’ like that?”
You blinked at him dumbly at his irritated tone.
“…wait, you serious? I only meant it as a joke, honest.”
Then an evil idea formed in your head, and your lips stretched into a cat-like grin as you suddenly became less sorry.
“Alright then, I’ll test how serious you are.”
Remmick scoffed as his thumbs traced circles into your hips. His eyes narrowed and his lips quirked into a challenging grin as he spoke his famous last words:
“Bring it on baby.”
It felt like it took barely any time at all before your vampire was a quivering and whimpering mess below you. Your hips snapped against his at a pace that was hard and rough one moment, then slow and sensual the next. His moans and whimpers were music to your ears, you met your own end on his cock several times; and each time you came around him was absolute torture.
“Beg for me to let you cum,” you hissed as you ran your thumb over his cheek affectionately, riding him slow and pressing your body against him in the way you knew he couldn’t resist.
Remmick growled beneath you.
“Y-ye’re gonna have’ta do better than that to get me to beg, sweetheart.”
Dear lord, he was a sight to behold beneath you. His accent even began to slip into Irish rather than that North Carolina drawl you’ve grown accustomed to. Hair dampened and curled from sweat, eyes closed and rolling back beneath his lids like a man possessed, he bit his lip so hard he had drawn blood, you were sure he’d be flushing mighty pretty if he were still living and breathing.
He had practically grown talons, though you could tell he was doing his absolute best not to rip into your skin. The tips of his claws were just barely digging into you, adding a delicious amount of pain on your hips.
“Ye’re killin’ me darlin’,” he whined.
You yanked on that gold chain he was always wearing, effectively turning it into a leash and a collar. The vampire beneath you released a debauched moan as you yanked his face close to yours, you could feel his heavy pants brush the hairs from your face.
“What do you want, Remmick?” you taunted.
He clenched his jaw hard and groaned as you slowed even more.
“Ye already know what I want, woman,” he hissed between dangerous teeth. “Please.”
You hummed in mocking thought as you languidly rocked your hips. The ruined man beneath you arched his back and his mouth fell open into a silent cry, drool slipped down the sides of his mouth - but the mess was the last thing on his mind right now.
“Beg some more,” you all but commanded. “And maybe I’ll give you what you need.”
Your vampire lover growled as he threw his head back, glaring at you through predatory half-lidded eyes that glinted a furious red. He could only look threatening for so long before you picked up your pace again, riding him hard and fast before his expression curled into that delicious desperation you’ve been waiting for.
“P-please darlin’! Please let me cum in ya, I’m fuckin’ beggin’! It’s too much, please!!”
You couldn’t stop the satisfied smirk that stretched on your face. You interlaced your fingers together and kissed the tips of his fingers sweetly.
“You have my permission then, go ahead and cum for me.”
Remmick’s eyes practically glowed and he was snarling beneath you, bucking up into you without rhythm.
“Thank you, thank you, thangyew-” his thanks for you grew more slurred the closer he got to his release, you loved seeing him so pussy-drunk like this.
The both of you were panting heavily as you fucked each other like passioned animals in heat. Remmick began to babble in that same foreign language he often spoke in; from the way it sounded it seemed as though prayers were tumbling from his lips.
With a final cry that was more akin to a carnal roar, he reached his near-painful climax. Tears he never thought he was capable of shedding pricked at the corners of his eyes as he clung to you, clutching you to himself as though your very soul would slip away from him.
You sighed dreamily and pulled Remmick’s head back, he looked at you through nearly drunken love-sick eyes as you kissed him sweetly. He returned your kiss with a fervor equal to that of dying embers in a fireplace that won’t quite go out. He was grinning when you pulled back and ran his hands through his hair as he stretched amiably.
“Fuck that was good.”
You hummed as you slipped off of him, curling up into his side as he held his arm out to you in invitation. He ran his hand through your hair as you rested your head against his chest. Both of you laid together in peaceful silence, simply basking in one another’s presence and catching your breaths.
your boyfriend comforts you on a day you're feeling unwell.
☆ rare sfw content lol~
☆ tags: fluff, domestic, sfw, cute, mushy, corny, park seonghwa x reader, soft, gentle, genderless, ambiguous reader, NO smut, etc…
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you can always tell the day before it hits. your joints get all achey, your brain a little scattered, your body, overall, a little tired. with flare-ups, that's really just the beginning, so you preemptively call out of work (thank god for a boss that gets it) and make sure to swing by the pharmacy on the way home to stock up on prescription pain medication.
this time things are a little different than usual, though. you had arranged for your partner to come stay the night in your quaint little studio apartment—not unprecedented, but still exciting and relatively new for you, given you had only moved to the same city a couple months ago. he travels a lot for work, but it just happens that he has a day off between schedules, and you both want to make the most of it. so... of course your body picks this time to become bedridden. awesome.
canceling bums you out in a way you swear amplifies your bodily aches. as you dial him up, you stir your fizzy vitamin packet into some water.
"hey, you," he greets warmly. "i was just about to throw my stuff in a bag. how was work?"
"hwa," you interject regretfully. "i don't know if it's the best idea that you come over."
disappointment is evident in his tone. "what's wrong?"
"it's just another dumb flare-up. you don't want to see me when it hits, trust me."
his voice floods with amusement. "do you turn into a creature or something?"
you crack a dry smile. "practically."
you can almost hear the dull, repetitive thud of your headache as he thinks for a moment, filling the line with silence.
when he speaks, his voice is tentative. "can i plead rule 7?"
ah, the "rules." back when you had started dating—which was, what, almost a year ago now?—your type-a brain had justified the long distance by making a set of "rules," or little tenants, to keep yourself feeling like the relationship was a good idea. it seems silly looking back, especially after how far you've come personally and in the relationship too, but his memory of rule 7 warms your heart.
rule 7: asking if it's best to talk, comfort, or listen when the other is upset
"what do you mean? i'm not upset, paboya," you tease him, confused. "just sick."
"i am," he insists. "you're canceling our delightful evening together, and you're not sad?"
you can't help but giggle, though your ribs hurt already. "well... yes, about that, i'm sad."
"anyway," he continues, "i want to plead rule 7, and i'm picking listen, but in person."
"did something happen?" despite your depreciating state, you worry.
"yeah, my person is sick. you know how it is."
you're not sure if he's serious or if there's something else, but you hum in affirmation. "sounds dire."
"no, but seriously. can i come over?"
you hesitate, warring with yourself. it's not as if you're contagious, but you hate being perceived when you're sick like this. but if he's pleading rule 7, he might need you more than you need him right now. this idea alone is enough to convince you, and finally, you concede.
"...okay. i'll be in bed, so just let yourself in, 'kay?"
"see you soon, angel."
after the click, your weary hand drops to the pillow, and you sigh softly, your gut churning with a mild (turning medium) concern about whatever it is that he's upset about. could it be work? is his grandmother in the hospital again? either way, you mentally prepare yourself to be there for him, despite your declining energy. as such, you take a few gulps of the awful vitamin stuff, then let your body fall limp into your brand new queen-sized bed, and before you know it, you're asleep and someone is knocking softly on the studio apartment door, more out of politeness than anything.
he enters quietly, rustling with something.
"hey," you croak groggily, feeling somehow worse than before your brief nap.
"hi, baby," his voice is soft, and he sets something hard on the nightstand.
you turn over, rubbing your throbbing temple with one hand, expecting his water bottle or something, but you are taken aback by the presence of a small bouquet in a little glass jar.
"wh—huh?" you peer at him strangely, your brain still a bit foggy as you sit up. he moves closer, embracing you in greetings.
"i was going to bring them anyway before you called me," he explains. "but since this is basically your hospital bed for the next 24 hours... fitting, no?"
"psht. hospital bed..."
he's only half wrong, though. you grow warm as he plants a kiss on your cheek, and only as he's pulling away do you notice the plastic bag on the floor by his feet. he reaches for it, drifting over to your kitchen area.
"you didn't eat, did you?" he asks knowingly.
"not yet," you admit, laying back down on your side and fighting to keep your eyes open.
the instant soup bowls he pulls from the bag are your favorite flavor. maybe it's just an oncoming fever, but your face heats up a bit, wondering if it's coincidence or if he remembered.
"rule 7?" you inquire, reminding him why he came.
"yes," he responds, smiling to himself as he finds your electric kettle. "i'm choosing the 'listen' option, remember?"
you hum in agreement, closing your eyes to listen. but he doesn't speak.
you crack your eyes open to peer at him, to gauge his state, but he seems perfectly fine.
"was it heavy?" you prompt gently. maybe it's easier to suppress.
"huh?" he turns around, tilting his head.
"your thing. the upsetting thing."
he grins softly. "ah. there's nothing. i just knew you'd try to talk me out of coming over. i'm still using rule 7, though—i want to show you this audiobook i've been listening to."
though relieved that nothing's weighing on him, you groan out loud and roll over, pulling your blankets up over your shoulder. "paboya..."
with the water heating up, seonghwa meanders back to your bed and crawls in, wrapping his arms around the outside of the blanket you're in.
"how was practice?" you murmur.
he smiles softly. "normal. do you hurt already?"
you nod.
he hums sympathetically and brushes his fingers through your hair, wriggling closer. "how's the temperature? are you cold?"
"a little warm, actually. i feel a fever coming on."
"good thing you have a nurse now, huh?"
"nurse hwa," you tease, but then a wave of pain washes over you, and you wince. "everything hurts."
"i prescribe... plenty of rest." he kisses your temple. "i'll be right back."
you let your eyes close as he returns to the kitchen. you're drifting in and out of sleep, drawn back from the brink of exhaustion by a resounding ache in your whole body, by the time he returns to your side.
"sit up?" he requests gently, moving around some pillows.
you manage to lift yourself up before the pain really hits, and a whimper falls from your lips.
his expression is scrawled with worry. it's exactly why you didn't want him here.
"i'm fine," you promise, your attention drawn to the steam rising from his lap, where he holds the instant soup in both hands.
"will you let me feed you?"
your blush is unmistakable. "i'm not a child," you insist, reaching for the bowl, but he pulls it back, smiling softly.
"you're not," he agrees. "let me do it anyway."
you eye him for a moment, your arms folding over your stomach. suddenly, it growls. you sigh as his smile melts into a grin. "fine."
the chopsticks are steadier than you could manage on your own. you eat slowly, watching with subdued embarrassment as he gently blows on each bite before putting it to your lips.
when you want a sip of broth, you give him a small, warning glare before lifting the soup with your own hands, taking a slow gulp. he holds the bottom of the bowl with his palm, noting how your elbows and fingers tremble.
"scale of one to ten?" he murmurs. he means the pain.
"ten being... what, i'm dying?"
"sure," he smiles, but it doesn't reach his worried eyes.
you let him feed you another bite as you mull over the question. "mm. six."
his brows crease. "oh, angel."
"it's not that bad," you insist, but it's getting there. you're already so tired. "can we listen to your audiobook?"
he nods, setting aside the mostly-empty bowl and reaching for the remote. you settle back onto your bed, getting cozy, and watch him as he focuses on loading up the connection to his phone.
"i have the physical copy too," he says absently, clicking a cast button from his phone. "but it's a collection of letters that pierre berge wrote to the bereaved yves saint laurent, to sort of... say what he never said."
you hum appreciatively. "oh, am i going to cry?"
seonghwa tilts his head, his eyes finding yours. "possibly."
"did you?"
a shy smile pulls at his lips.
you grin, pulling the blankets aside invitingly. "you're a softie, seonghwa."
"and what if i am," he murmurs, settling down beside you. his arm slips under your waist, and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. "you can sleep. don't stay up just to listen."
"we'll see." you let yourself relax as much as you're able.
soon, you're out like a light.
when you wake, it's because the pain medication has worn off. it's dark outside, and the audio book has long since ended. hwa is curled up beside you, sharing your warmth, his palm resting on the curve of your waist. his breaths are long and slow, indicating his deep slumber.
you try not to wake him as you move carefully out from under his touch. when your feet touch the floor on the other side of the bed, it's as if the majority of the pain wakes up with the rest of your body, tearing through you in waves. tears prick your eyes as you double over.
you try to stay silent, but the sobs rack through you, only half as violent as the hurt. this flare up is worse than recent ones. being alive is hellish when this happens.
after giving yourself a moment to cry, you prepare to get up and refill your glass of water.
before you can make it up off the mattress, a warm hand presses down gently on your shoulder.
"what do you need, angel?"
if your body wasn't bogged down by pain, the soft honey rasp would have put butterflies in your stomach.
"water," you croak. "i need to take more... medication..."
"lie here, baby."
his gentle touch helps you back to the pillows, and then his warmth disappears for a moment. you close your eyes and shiver, trying to let the pain take its course rather than allowing it to grip you through each wave.
he reappears with your cup, lifting it to your lips. "where's the bottle of pills?"
"nightstand," you croak, gratefully accepting the cool liquid.
he fishes out the orange tube and cracks it open. "how many?"
"just one."
when he places the pull on your lips, you take a thick swig of water to put it down.
and now, you wait.
it can take up to an hour for your body to fully utilize the medication. in the meantime, you'll be able to do little else but sit through the throbbing. seonghwa is acutely aware of your state. he takes up gently rubbing your shoulders, frowning worriedly.
"i'm sorry," you try to joke, though your head pounds. "i fell asleep before i could listen to any of the letters."
"just say you hate saint laurent and move on," he teases in return.
"i do think there are better labels," you retort softly.
"oh?" you can hear his smile in his voice, though you do not open your eyes.
you take another sip of water. "mhm."
"like...?"
"on you specifically, i mean."
"elaborate, please."
"songzio looked great on you."
"you think so?"
"obviously also isabel marant."
he laughs softly. "and what would you like to see me in next?"
you consider for a moment. "dior."
"oh, just that?"
you can't help it, you smile. "just christian dior."
"for you, i'll try." he leaves a tender kiss on your temple, and it's like the pain subsides on that half of your body for a moment.
you sigh softly, feeling exhaustion pull like increased gravity on your limbs. you lift one more long drink of water, then allow your body to give up a little.
"will you put this back, please?" you ask shakily, and you're not even done asking before his fingers brush over yours and take the cup away.
his brief lack of presence gives way to somewhat of a chill. when he returns, wrapping his arms around you, you suffice that his being there has warded off the need for an extra pain pill.
"thank you for coming," you murmur. "i want to listen to the book again when i'm not so sleepy, if that's okay."
"of course, angel," he whispers, pulling you back into his arms. he plants a warm kiss on your head. "i'll give you my own version, like a sneak peak, yeah?"
you hum softly, curious about what this means.
"it starts like a letter. to my shining star," he iterates, smiling against your ear. "i recall mornings with you in the dorm, sipping orange juice and eating pancakes—just the two of us, a perfect corner in this world."
you giggle softly, wincing a bit when the laughter hurts your head.
"and the next letter is about taking care of someone you love," he kisses on your shoulder once more, "and it goes like this: my poor angel, weighed by strife, needs no one to watch over them. but if they’ll let me, i'll help them relax..."
the serotonin helps speed up the process of the painkillers. soon, you're asleep again, lulled by the gentle pull of his fingers through your hair.
tags — gender neutral, ambiguous reader (reader can be V if you want), creampie, breeding kink, unprotected sex, mentions of orgasm denial and edging, masturbation, oral sex, mentions of semi-public sex, fluff, smut
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a/n — jackie's hashtag is so dead that i had to make an entire blog to post fics for him </3
jokes aside, i hope you enjoy <𝟑 .ᐟ
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He is amazing at aftercare. The first thought on his mind after a heated love-making session is to check on his partner’s well-being and make sure they are comfortable. He will kiss any hickeys he left behind, and massage any sore areas on their body. He will bring them water and carry them to the shower, gently scrubbing away all the dried sweat and cum off their body. Once they are all clean and cared for, he will carry them back to the bed. He then cuddles them to sleep, whispering sweet nothings into their ear about how much he loves and cares about them, as well as praising them for how good they did.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Jackie’s favorite body part on himself is his arms. He knows how much strength they have, and enjoys seeing the flustered look on his partner’s face whenever he manhandles them. He also loves how gentle they can be; he finds it very endearing how safe and comforted his partner feels when he engulfs them in his embrace.
His favorite part on his partner’s body is their ass. Regardless of the size, he absolutely adores having his hands on it. Be it randomly smacking it when he walks past them, or squeezing it while they ride him, his hands always find their way to it.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum)
Depending on the scenario and his partner’s preferences, Jackie will cum anywhere; he isn’t picky. He enjoys when his partner drinks his cum after giving him head. He very much likes feeling their throat squeeze his tip while they swallow every drop. Jackie also enjoys cumming on their chest or stomach after he pulls out, finding the sight of his cum spilling onto them erotic.
However, he loooooves to cum inside his partner. Jackie gives the vibe of having a creampie kink, and just the idea of his cum filling them up is enough to drive him over the edge. He also tends to cum a lot...and I mean a LOT. His loads are huge; even if he only finishes inside once, it still manages to overflow and spill out. And even when their partner thinks he’s done emptying his seed into them, cum somehow continues spurting out of his tip.
D = Dirty Secret (self explanatory)
Jackie’s a pretty honest guy and is an open book with his partner. Due to this, he would definitely just tell them what he’s thinking instead of keeping it a secret; whether it’s something new he wants to try or something they do that turns him on. I will say he loves being dominated by his partner. Since he’s usually the one taking the lead, he really enjoys the occasional times when his partner chooses to let him be on the receiving end and puts on a show for him. He has even fantasized about his partner tying his hands behind his back and letting him watch while they have complete control (with consent of course). And if he hadn’t told them already, he definitely would.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Jackie has quite a bit of experience. He’s been in a couple of past relationships and had some casual partners previously after all. So it’s safe to say, he definitely knows what he’s doing. He’s got all his partner’s sensitive areas memorized. He learned really quickly how to hit the right spots that sends waves of pleasure coursing through their body.
F = Favorite Position (self explanatory)
He prefers positions where he can see his partner. He loves seeing the way their lips part and eyes squeeze shut in ecstasy. He also loves occasionally making eye contact with them during slower, more gentle moments. With that being said, he would definitely enjoy missionary. Not only would he be able to admire his partner’s face, but he can be pressed up extra close to them and kiss them easily.
Jackie would also like reverse cowgirl or doggy style during times where the vibe is more rough. As mentioned earlier, his partner’s ass is his favorite part of them. He loves seeing how their ass moves as they bounce on his dick, and how it shakes slightly when he slaps it while fucking them from behind.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
It depends on the overall vibe. Jackie is kind of a goofball in general, and he does have moments of silliness where he cracks a few jokes here and there. He mainly does that if his partner is nervous; he hates seeing his partner anxious when they are trying something new together. He likes to make them laugh to try to help them loosen up and relax a little more. However, during very passionate moments of intimate love-making, he can be very serious, since his main focus is conveying just how much love he has for his partner and how much that moment means to him.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Jackie maintains his hair well, and trims it regularly. He probably keeps a round patch of hair on the spot above the base of his cock, with the rest trimmed down almost completely clean. The carpet does, in fact, match the drapes (he’s even got the random island of hair down there too).
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Jackie is quite romantic during sex, and loves to set the mood. He puts on slow, sensual songs and adjusts the lighting to the perfect level of brightness. He showers his partner in affection and praise, leaving kisses across their body and admiring their beauty. He really enjoys foreplay and takes it very seriously. Making sure his partner feels amazing and well prepared for the main event is his favorite thing.
J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)
Since he has a partner, he doesn’t jerk off as often. I mean why would he when he can have a much better time with the person he loves? He really only masturbates when he is far away from his partner for an extended amount of time, to relieve stress, or if his partner is unavailable or not in the mood. While he is jerking off, he likes to use photos that his partner sends of themself, or flirty texts sent back and forth to help him climax.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Jackie seems like he would be somewhat vanilla, but still down to experiment with new things. He does happen to have a couple of things that he’s into, though it’s nothing too crazy. As mentioned earlier, Jackie prefers finishing inside of his partner and tends to cum quite a lot. Thus, he would definitely have a creampie kink. Just the sight of his cum spilling out of them is enough to send him into a frenzy. He also gives the vibe that he would have at least a mild breeding kink. Even if his partner cannot get pregnant, he mainly enjoys the fantasy of the act and the thrill from the riskiness of it all.
Jackie also has a praise kink, both receiving and giving. He loves telling his partner how well they’re taking his length when he thrusts deeply into them, how gorgeous they look when they’re all fucked out after sex, and how they did a good job, how amazing he felt. Jackie melts when his partner tells him how good of a job he’s doing, and how good he feels. I also think he would be kind of a service top, and definitely gets most of his arousal and motivation from making sure his partner feels good during sex. This paired with his partner giving him praise will sure as hell make him cum on the spot.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
His go-to spots would be anywhere that is comfortable and private–typically on his and his partner’s shared bed or their living room couch. He mainly worries about his partner, wanting them to be in a spot away from prying eyes and able to be in a comfortable position during sex. Though, he also does not mind going at it in the backseat of a car, or against a wall in a closet in a pinch, it would not be his first choice.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Since I feel like Jackie would be a service top, making his partner feel good is his number one motivator. He gets extremely turned on from hearing them tell him how good he makes them feel. Seeing the look of pure ecstasy on their face and hearing his name softly escaping their lips as he brings them closer to their release is enough to drive him wild. He also would absolutely lose it if his partner wore a sexy outfit or lingerie, especially if it shows off their ass. Let his partner surprise him with a new set for a special occasion and he will be all over them.
N = NO (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Despite Jackie being open to trying new things, he doesn’t strike me as the kind of person who would try extreme things. Anything involving hardcore BDSM is an automatic no, since he couldn’t fathom or bear to physically strain or hurt his partner in any way, even if they want to. He also would not like scat, watersports, or any other activity involving bodily fluids other than cum. It is way too messy and very unsanitary to him.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
This. Man. Is. A. Motherfucking. MUNCH.
Jackie loves giving his partner head. In fact, it is probably his favorite part during sex. Though he enjoys when his partner returns the favor, he definitely prefers giving. Once again, he is a service top, and making his partner feel immense amounts of pleasure is his top priority. And he is pretty damn good at it too. His technique is on point; he knows just how much pressure to apply and how to move his mouth in a way that has his partner arching their back. He doesn’t give a damn how their partner’s lower region looks or whether it’s shaved or not, he will pounce on it mouth-first without hesitation like a starved animal.
He would absolutely enjoy doing the face-sitting and 69 positions as well. Just the sight of his partner hovering over his mouth, ass in full view up close would send him into a frenzy (I also feel like he would want his partner to sit with their full weight on his face too).
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Depends on the overall mood. During moments where the vibe is more sensual and intimate, his pace is slow and deep. If the vibe is more lustful, then he tends to be rougher. His pace normally starts out moderately slow, making sure his partner adjusts comfortably around his cock. Once that happens, his pace gets insanely fast.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Though Jackie prefers to have proper sex, he doesn’t mind quickies, and does initiate them here and there. Him and his partner are on a mission and they keep teasing him? Maybe he’s out with his partner and he can’t resist how their outfit accentuates their shape? He will drag them into the nearest secluded spot and fuck them senseless. However, if he had the choice, he would prefer to have sex properly so he can take his time and relish in the moment.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Jackie is down to experiment, and loves when his partner finds new ideas to try in the bedroom. As long as it is nothing he is against doing—as mentioned in the “no” prompt—he would be willing to try anything at least once. The only thing that he does that can be considered a risk is fucking his partner raw. He is not really down for taking risks, due to the possibility of potentially harming or causing discomfort in his partner.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
He has some pretty decent stamina and usually lasts more than one round; his limit is around 3-4 rounds, though he only goes as far as his partner can. If he’s exhausted after a long day, he typically only goes for one round. The duration of each round is pretty average, leaning more on the longer side. Jackie can go pretty long without finishing, and always makes sure that his partner cums first before he does.
T = Toy (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Jackie seems like he would just prefer to use his hands on himself, so he would not have a toy collection. He would be willing to buy a few if his partner wishes for him to use some on them. However, he definitely prefers to pleasure them with his own body instead.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Jackie can be quite the tease. He mainly tends to affectionately tease his partner with flirtatious remarks to see them get all flustered (he thinks it’s an adorable sight). He will sometimes dabble in edging and orgasm denial, especially if his partner enjoys it. He absolutely loves hearing his partner beg for him to let them cum whenever he drops to an almost maddeningly slow pace as they get close.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)
This man is VOCAL. He will make sure to let his partner know how good they feel–he does enjoy praising them after all. He moans and groans quite a bit, softly at first. He likes to lean into the crook of their neck to whisper and moan in their ear. He tends to hold back his volume a little bit so he can hear his partner’s moans as clearly as possible. However, the closer he gets to his orgasm, the louder his noises get; and he gets very loud. When Jackie gets really lost in ecstasy, he completely switches to Spanish, strings of curse words and praise escaping his lips as he empties out his load into his partner.
W = Wild Card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
I feel like Jackie would lowkey like to start a family someday, and has heavily considered the factors of it. His mercenary job is quite dangerous, not to mention the fact that he has a lot of enemies because of it. He is very protective and he can’t bear the idea of putting his family at risk of being targeted. Hence why he is on the fence about it. He probably would be more inclined to start a family after he achieves his goal of reaching the major leagues.
X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)
Well clearly Jackie is a pretty big guy, so he would be packing. I feel like his dick would be more girthy than long, but still a little above average in length. He would probably be around 6.5 inches in length and nearly 7 inches in girth. It also has a thick vein running across the left side, and curves slightly upwards.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
I feel like Jackie would have an average—leaning on the high end—libido. He probably would like to fuck his partner at least 3-4 times a week.
Z = ZZZ… (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Jackie usually takes a bit to fall asleep. He chooses to sleep later though, since he wants to make sure his partner feels comfortable and cared for afterwards. He always waits until his partner is sound asleep before he joins them in slumber.
Summary: In one life, you fall in front of a Sunny ship. In another, the Merry on her virgin voyage. You fall into a small dingy just set out to sea. Even collapse onto a barrel bobbing in the waves. What matters in that you fall and the Straw Hat crew is the one to fish you up.
Luffy was told that when you see a shooting star, you're supposed to make a wish on it. No one's ever told him what you're supposed to do when you catch one.
In fact, he's never heard of anyone ever catching a shooting star. So, his blood was already buzzing from being the first to do it.
There was a loud BOOM like testing the Merry's canons for the first time again, and then the sky looked like someone punched it. It stretched like his own rubber body, and then it cracked like a mirror. He almost thought it was Ace’s birthday, the way colors sparked from it like fireworks.
And then there's a loud splash, and the light is suddenly right in front of the Sunny. It’s a rippling fountain of bright gold and silver. It fizzes and bubbles like a soda bottle. Bubbles that were nice enough not to burn Zoro when he managed to fish you out.
Zoro had rubbed his hands in shock afterward but hadn’t complained, so Luffy figured whatever it was, it didn’t hurt.
And when they finally saw you, they were all shocked. Not that he really knew what to expect when fishing up fallen stars. Nami seemed to think you would be bright and glittery, but when they pulled you out of the water, you seemed so normal.
You looked just like them. Feet, hands, nose, ears but even with a plain face he could see something. A shifting layer of light lying over each other and turning into shapes and colors like a kaleidoscope of color and ripples. Like the warm ocean reefs, rippling under the water as the ship sailed on clear days.
It was so cool. It made his mind buzz with questions. The longer he stared at the colors, the more they seemed to stick and settle. Like the scales on a mermaids tail.
He had so many questions.
What's The Ocean Above like? Are the waters as heavy as the ones that sink him like a stone? Can you swim in them? Can you teach him to swim in them?
Can you grant wishes? He wasn't sure he wanted to make one. Why take the fun out of things and ask you to grant his wish when he could do it himself? Just thinking about it, he decided. No granting wishes. It's cheating.
Can he have you?
He's not dumb enough to think he could keep you. You're a star after all. Just the thought of it already felt like trying to keep himself on land. It'd drive him crazy and make him snap and snarl as the itch would get too itchy and the crowds would get too boring.
But one of the most burning questions in his mind…Do stars poop?
It's the first thing he asks you when you open your kaleidoscope colored eyes. It was like he tossed a rock in a river. That same shift and shimmer rippled. Like an unrecognizable reflection, unable to decide its original shape before settling on a presence that couldn't be anyone else but You.
You stare at them the way bad guys stare at him when they realize too late that they’ve made the mistake of underestimating him and his crew.
You even make that same punched-out noise they do—before your head rolls back.
Chopper had quickly batted them away and like the greatest doctor in the whole ocean, took charge and did what he did best. Told Franky to carry you to the infirmary and then kicked them all out to do doctor things.
Chopper said you had passed out from shock and that despite falling from out of nowhere-...
“From out of the sky.” He corrected because it's stupid to pretend that they didn't all just see it.
-...you seemed ok.
A heartbeat, skin, blood. There was that same weird thing about how you looked that made Chopper squint but shake his head.
And then you woke up again. Quiet.
The kind of quiet that came before a storm. The kind of quiet that makes him wanna poke and prod to see just how much power that storm had.
A storm like the ones he and Ace and Sabo used to scream at to see who could be louder than the thunder.
He knows he shouldn't. He doesn't. Even though he thinks your storm gets in your own head because sometimes your eyes get cloudy and your fingers get twitchy. Chopper tells him it’s called shock. Which, if your own storm is hurting you, how is he supposed to help?
“Give them time.”
And he huffs and tries to do what Chopper says, but you looked lonely. He doesn’t like doing it, but he waits for you to tell him it’s okay or for when you say it's okay and it's really okay.
Or at least until Chopper says it’s okay.
And the more he watches and waits, the more he sees that, just like Ace, you’re not gonna get better on your own.
When you sit on the deck, he knows that heavy silent weight that bears down. Your eyes wide and distant with fear make him think it’s kinda lame that you haven’t even given this world a chance before deciding to be scared of it. Closed off and lonely.
It makes him itch, and despite Chopper trying to slap him away, he doesn't leave you alone.
If Chopper says you shouldn’t leave the ship yet, that’s fine.
He just plopped himself down next to you on the deck, humming while your brain slugged along like a snail most days.
But he could tell by the disbelieving but appreciative smile you send him. It was just enough to help settle you to your new life on his crew.
You were their lucky star, after all. He decided to make up the new station on the spot. The Straw Hat crew's very own lucky star.
It took a while, slow and steady, but you warmed up to him so much faster than the others, which made sense. He was the captain.
One day, out of the many days of what felt like months, you had taken a deep breath when he managed to drag you aboard sharing his captain's seat, and you talked.
And he listened in that way not a lot of people thought he knew how to do. He listens the way he fights with reckless focus, missing nothing, grasping at details like treasure. The way people underestimate his ears, the same way they underestimate his fists, it always makes him grin.
You talked, and they weren’t just stories, Usopp tells stories. You talk about your life from another world, another star entirely. From one star to another.
Immediately, he was hooked. He felt like he was talking to Shanks again as you told him of your life and your home. Phenomenal things. Things that sounded impossible.
You said weird things sometimes that made him laugh. You said sad things sometimes that made him want to punch someone.
Then, one day, you made a noise. It sounded strange at first, like wearing new sandals. It falters, cracks, then bursts free all clumsy and golden, bubbling up like something you forgot you even had. It was the sweetest sound he ever heard, and he had almost started to worry that you had forgotten how to laugh.
When you smiled, he understood that despite how normal you seemed, your smile was as bright as the stars. Pulled your cheeks up into apples he wanted to sink his teeth in.
Your laughter filled the ship, your tears fell like raindrops, and that’s when the thought truly settled. In the way he knows he’ll be Pirate King, deep, absolute, and undeniable.
The kind of truth that doesn’t need proof, because it’s already there, had been dropped right in front of their ship and now decorated their journey with starlight.
You were his star. You were meant to be his and your laugh proved it. Yeah. It’s right. He feels it as sure as the wind in his sails, as loud as the laughter echoing from his deck. So he grins, wide and sharp, and makes it official, like it wasn’t already obvious.
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Warnings: right person wrong time, 10 years later which means aged up characters, cursing, sexual intimacy, male and female sex, minors DNI, mention of infertility, brief alcohol consumption (if I'm missing anything please let me know and I'll add it in the warnings list!)
The banter? Phenomenal.
The chemistry? Off the charts.
The mutual attraction? Obvious.
It was already pretty late in the night, or early in the morning, at the party they met at by happenstance. A little shindig in the Hidden City. In hindsight she'd only caught his attention because she was the only human shaped wallflower at this exclusively yokai party. While leaning against the wall to chat her up Leo did see more human shaped people in attendance, with our without cloaking brooches he couldn't be sure, and truly didn't care when the allure of his conversation partner was 11/10 stars. They didn't notice the party was thinning out around them, too spellbound with one another. He needed to head back to the lair before someone noticed he never went to bed, she likely yearned for rest, no matter how much they wanted to keep talking, basking in the other's presence.
Since Splinter named him new leader of the Mad Dogs his rebel streak amplified. Sleeping in late into the afternoon, missing training, sneaking out on his own for a good time; be it a fight with criminals or a party with some yokai.
It was the latter this night, and culminated with an agreement to meet up tomorrow night for a date, sealed with a short sweet kiss. They'd meet at Hueso's, of course, then stroll around Witch Town, see where the rest of the night went...
Of course, as fate would have it, Casey Jones arrived the following evening, and the series of events that lead to the Kraang invasion took place. After all the dust settled with Kraang in the prison dimension, the boys were all changed from individual and joined trauma. Leo was taking his time to heal from a beat down that would've killed a normal man ten times over when he remembered... He had a date.
"Shit..." He muttered to himself. They hadn't exchanged numbers, didn't even know each other's names. How careless, how easy life had been to think they would've just met up the next day. Where would it have gone from there? Was it even worth it to think of 'what if'? She was probably lost in the carnage. He was a different turtle now anyway, broken, mortified, guilty... There was no point in dating around for a partner now, he was content to be alone. All he needed was his family, to protect his city, that would be fulfilling enough... Right?
10 years later. A full ten years after Kraang, the boys were no longer boys, they were men. Men who took great care in protecting their city.
New York City was even more than the melting pot it was before, after Kraang the Hidden City residents became less hidden what with oozequitoes having mutated a large amount of the the city's population.
The days and nights were easy, common criminals doing common crimes. Nothing world altering or timeline deviating. Patrol shifts during the night, training and pretending to have a normal life during the day.
Today was no different, nothing spectacular, or so Leo had thought until Mikey sent a message in the family group chat about inviting a friend over for dinner so everyone be present and on your best behavior. Everyone responded, April and Casey would be absent this time, Leo didn't respond, he rarely engaged the family group chat anyway. He wasn't sure if he had an imaginary errand to run to avoid meeting someone new, but he couldn't, in good conscience, leave his family unprotected with a newcomer being brought into the lair. Sure they were all ninja masters at this point in their lives, but the anxiety never goes away.
Leo left the message on read, like usual, and busied himself in the dojo, he could pretend he got lost in meditation... Nope, he decided to lurk. The telltale sounds of anyone gaining entrance to the lair were unmistakable, Leo crept from the dojo and lingered just out of sight by one of the kitchen's doorways. Raph, Donnie and Splinter took awaiting posts around the kitchen island.
"A few months ago I met this wonderful young lady at a sushi rolling class!" Mikey announced as he literally twirled into the kitchen with two arms laden with hefty reusable grocery tote bags. Odd, considering, he'd prepped everything needed for the 'special dinner' almost as soon as he'd sent the warning text that morning.
"You already know how to roll sushi." Donnie noted without looking up from his phone.
"I need friends outside of my family, Donathan!" Mikey barked as the bags landed on the island heavily.
The sound of a woman's light laughter sounded before she entered from the other side of the kitchen where Mikey had come from. She had one more grocery bag in hand and a sizeable purse hanging from her shoulder. Leo's heart thundered in his chest, for a few moments he didn't hear anything besides his frantic pulse, he just saw his family exchanging pleasantries and names with the girl, the GIRL, THE girl from THE party that he was supposed to have THE date with. Obviously she didn't look exactly the same, her hair was different, there was a small sign of aging, laugh lines around her mouth and eyes, she'd filled out more into a woman than the teenager he remembered her as. Nonetheless still incredibly attractive in an effortless way that people craved to achieve.
Sound returned to him, and for a few fleeting moments he thought it was another nightmare. Her starring role in his nightmares were far and few but when they happened he woke up with a scream in his throat, tears in his eyes and a blade tightly in his grasp ready to strike. He pinched himself but that wasn't good enough, he pricked the end of his finger against one of his katana blades behind his shoulder, he felt the sting, saw the blood, everything remained the same, this was real. His heart still raced with something like teenage excitement as he slowly inched out of the darkness and into this impossible scenario.
She set the final grocery tote and her purse on the kitchen island, then began rummaging through the two bags Mikey had carried as she explained with a bright grin, "So I was taught to always be a good guest and bring a gift for my hosts."
"I told her it wasn't necessary but she's just a sweetie pie." Mikey interjected, the combination of his and her smiles rivaled the brightness of the sun.
"And Mikey is always talking about you guys so I think I sorta nailed it on the gifts." Searching hands finally found their target as she rose her eyes to land on Raphael, "Alright, big guy, first up."
From within the bag emerged two crocheted bears, one looked like a peanut, the other looked like a strawberry. Raph was stunned, having not made any additions to his teddy bear collection in what was possibly eight years now. Cautiously, as if the bears were made from glass instead of chunky yarn and pillow stuffing, he reached out to take them. The bears previously looking quite large in her hands now appeared tiny in Raphael's extra large palms.
"Did you... Did you make these?"
"Yeah!" She answered excitedly, "Been a while since I picked up a hook, took a couple of days but I like how they turned out."
Silence engulfed the kitchen for a full minute as Raph simply stared at the two bears in his hands, when he did speak again his expression and voice were grave after a deep inhale through his nose. "Guys we need to figure out how to get her the Hamato ninpo."
The turtles and Splinter barked out Raphael's name in a shocked scold, Mikey ultimately loosing himself to giggles as Raph looked like he was starting to tear up at the sweet gesture from a perfect stranger.
She then turned her sights onto Donnie, "For you, whose love language is acts of service-" she pressed on even through Donnie's poor attempt at denial, once again delving her arms elbow deep into the second grocery tote and hauling out, "I have three laptops that have shit out on me over the past nine years and my cousin's Gameboy from 2003 that I could never complete final level of Super Mario Bros."
She placed the stack of laptops with the Gameboy perched on top on the countertop and gently nudged it towards the tech savvy turtle. He glanced between the stack and her smirking face that held a mischievous glint her eyes that begged him to lie to her and tell her he didn't want to fix these things simply because it was child's play... Quite literally in the instance of the Gameboy.
One of Donnie's battle shell arms reached out and pulled the stack closer to himself as he muttered, "Acknowledged."
Her smirk twisted a bit more with a hint of triumph before she went back into the first grocery tote and pulled out a foil tray with a clear lid and placed it in front of Splinter.
"Homemade cake. I must confess, I didn't have enough ingredients to make homemade frosting. But if you enjoy this I will happily make a fully homemade cake for you at a later date."
"Culinary buddies!" Mikey gushed, practically sparkling next to his friend. Mikey's friend. Leo's 'The One That Got Away'? Evidently she didn't get away. He'd always assumed she'd been lost to the Kraang attack... All this time wasted, pining for someone thought dead when she was perfectly alive and well.
She sighed in relief, fists sat on her hips as she jubilantly surveyed her hosts with her gifts. Mikey was diving into the remaining grocery tote that actually had groceries in it, chattering about how they all didn't get enough leafy greens, for goodness sake we're turtles y'all! Triggering Donnie into a rant about different turtle species and carnivorous vs omnivorous tendencies. It all faded to background noise as Leo saw her gaze sweep over to him, not the least bit startled to see him like he was her. Her smile wobbled a bit at the corners as she seemed to try and smother it, approaching him with slow slinking strides. Leo felt grateful for the wall he leant against lest his knees fail him, he felt like such a teenager again as this pretty girl was coming at him with a smirk and a bitten lip. "And for you, Mr. Stood-Me-Up-To-Save-The-World... I think just my presence is gift enough." When she spoke again it was soft, just between the two of them. Her gaze craned upward to stare into his familiar face, casually commenting, "You got taller."
Behind them, Mikey began to sort out dinner all while bickering with Splinter about spoiling his appetite, "No, Dad, you can't just eat the whole cake instead! Because you'll hurt my feelings, that's why! What do you mean that's not a good enough reason?!?" Raph administered a bone crushing hug to her before departing to his bedroom to find a nice spot to display his new treasures. Donnie was trying to offer Mikey some support in wrangling their cakeferal father whilst simultaneously typing away at all three laptops with his battle shell arms and using his own hands on the Gameboy.
At some point she had taken a seat at the table in the adjacent room, half the kitchen within view with Mikey bustling around, Splinter grumping with crossed arms like a slighted toddler, Donnie deep in his tasks. Leo wandered to pull up a chair beside her, the turtle having yet to say anything. Simply staring, simply absorbing. And she let him, let the silence linger comfortably between them. Elbows on the table, one palm keeping her chin aloft, half hiding her smirking mouth, though her reddening cheeks couldn't be hidden so easily as she let her gaze wander Leo's body from head to toe. Mikey was distributing portions of sticky hoison pork ribs with tangy cucumber and garlic rice, with salad on separate plates just as large as the main course. Raph returned to prepare beverages, and that's when Leo finally reached out, his knuckles brushing against her elbow, a quiet plea. She glanced down at the touch and met his eyes once again, giving him a confirming wink. The connection was still there, the chemistry, the attraction.
They'd talk later...
Friendly chatter over a delicious meal entailed learning more about how Mikey and his friend had come to meet and hang out numerous times before finally deciding to trust her enough to bring her into the lair, as well as funny anecdotes from Splinter about the boys when they were much much younger, skirting around memories that might be too triggering. Table cleared, dishes washed, dried and put away, and Splinter begrudgingly sharing his gift cake with his sons gave her and Leo enough time to sneak away unseen. She made a stop by her purse, pulling out a half full bottle of whiskey before they departed, following Leo's lead through a blue glowing portal.
A rooftop with an unobstructed view of the sunset was hard to come by but Leo spent enough time amongst the buildings to know where the sweet spots were. They traded off taking swigs from the bottle, leaned against the rooftop access door, taking up the same pose how they'd met. She leant her back against the door, gazing up with glittering eyes, an unconscious habit or deliberate tease as she caught her bottom lip between her teeth. Leo, hardly the flirt he was before, towered over her, caging her in his with body, one forearm poised against the door above her head, seeking for just a hint of his brazen boyish facade of yesteryear.
"So..." He began lamely, his voice gravelled from a nearly a full day of disuse, "What've you been up to...?"
Her smile wobbled a bit, letting out an airy chuckle, finally looking away from him for a moment as she capped the bottle and set it on the floor. Her hands dove into her back pockets while giving a slight shrug, "That's a lot to unpack... The last 10 years... You want the condensed version?"
"Sure." Leo answered with his own shrug and followed her once she pushed off the door to take a seat on the rooftop ledge, body turned enough to enjoy the approaching sunset while also keeping Leo in sight as he took a seat beside her.
"Well," she began, clasping her hands in her lap, "I got stood up for a date when I was 17, then the city got attacked by brain aliens that zombified everyone I knew, then they were gone and it took about a year for things to go back to something somewhat normal... I had dreams of going to nursing school before the attack, but being a volunteer among the... Havoc... The butchery of what they left behind..." She trailed off, a haunted look came across her face that Leo knew all too well.
"Understandable... We all got a bit of trauma from Kraang. Yaaay, citywide trauma bonding." Leo weakly cheered with an air punch.
"Yaaay." She met his weak cheer with one of her own, the haunted look melting away as a grin took its place. "So I jumped from job to job, never sticking in one place for too long, leaving when it started to get boring... And then I met a guy. Human. First red flag, am I right?"
"Oh boy."
"Yeah... Things got serious pretty quickly, talked about starting a family, moving upstate. But, I, uh... Always had an irregular cycle, crazy painful periods. After two years of trying, found out I'm infertile. We parted on good... ish terms. He really wanted that family, didn't want to adopt. I came to terms with not being able to procreate... Being alone."
Before the silence could linger too long Leo supplied, "But then Mikey."
"But then Mikey." She agreed with a smile. "He reminded me a lot of a turtle I once met at a party that made me think love at first sight was a real thing. Who would've thought he'd bring me right back to him?"
Leo felt like he simultaneously got sucker punched in the gut while his stomach and heart did back flips. But he kept his cool, he used to be Mr Cool, he could pretend again. "Alright, alright, don't get sappy on me. You just wanted a sample of this mutant turtle dick."
The laughter that erupted from her made his heart soar, he almost felt like the Face Man again, he felt young and funny again, she made him feel desirable again. His fingers crept along the cement ledge until he poked against her thigh. Emboldened, his fingers walked up her jean clad leg until he could rest his palm against her, testing the waters. She certainly didn't flinch, didn't scurry away, when he looked for her face again he saw that bottom lip pinched between her teeth again, saw that red tint coloring her cheeks and neck.
"Can't say I wasn't curious." She revealed almost shyly, opposite of the confident way she dropped her hand atop his and squeezed. "Still curious, honestly."
Somehow, like they were magnets, Leo found himself drawing closer to her, found himself grinning his old easy grin as he mused with utter delight, "Is this our date?" His hand shifted from gripping her thigh to meeting her hand palm to palm.
"Well it's not Run of the Mill and Witch Town, but we're doing traditional date things. Getting to know each other over food and drink. Sunsets pretty bitchin' too, can't lie."
Leo had completely forgotten about the sunset. Too involved with what was right in front of him, far more interesting, much more beautiful than the pastel purples, reds, and oranges that painted the sky. He only gave the horizon a glance because she mentioned it, without his gaze trained on her he suddenly heard her voice much closer, felt the brush of her lips against his cheek as she murmured oh so enticingly, "Normally I don't fuck on the first date but I think I can make an exception... If you're up for-"
Instead of verbal consent Leo swiftly turned his head and surged forward with his enthusiastic physical consent. This wasn't the sweet, innocent kiss from ten years ago. Not a cute way to seal a promise to meet up later. This was a decade of hunger breaking the surface from the depths of smothered arousal. It was frantic, the way their hands grabbed for each other. Leo tilting her head just so to slot their mouths in that perfect angle, the breathy moan pushed into his mouth in response made a shiver crash down his spine and caused his tail to flutter.
The tips of his fingers brushed down her neck, drawing out goosebumps and her to break away to gasp his name against his lips. The resulting whimper that drew from him was embarrassing for barely a moment because she was climbing into his lap, her thighs bracketing his, her hands desperately trying to pull him impossibly closer.
Leo captured her bottom lip between his teeth, drawing the kiss plumpened delicate skin back as her hands pulled at the ties of his mask as if it were hair to pull in an enticing, gentle yank. Her lip escaped his grasp with a soft sound, heated breath exchanged in the scant space between their mouths. "I want you." He growled, hands drifting down her back to grip against her hips.
Her answer came as a grind of those hips he held, his hold growing tighter as he felt himself become impossibly slicker but somehow still yet to drop. His senses were fully assaulted once he finally caught the scent of arousal. Their lips met again, Leo's hands scrambled over her before his brain caught up and figured out what exactly he was trying to do. A blade, he needed a blade. Instead of a katana he pulled a concealed dagger from near his ribs, his ninpo glowing in his fingers, but a thought occured making him falter in cutting a portal open. The lair, his family. He lived in the very echoey sewers, where he'd rather not his brothers and father hear the acoustics of his voracious, albeit likely brief, love making. He didn't know where she lived, and even if she told him he couldn't guarantee it'd be the right place without having seen it first. Time was of the essence. He was literally one more swipe of her tongue against his lip from dropping in his pants. Shit. Shit shit. Fuck fuck fuck fuck! Where could they go?! Where??! He was 27 years old, this was embarrassing, he was embarrassed but he was also the most turned on he's ever felt in his life. Dr Feelings would say something about when it's the right person it feels inconceivably perfect and blah blah blah blah.
Oh good he could breathe again as her lips traced down his chin and along his jaw, maybe some oxygen to his brain would help him out think quicker - oh, and there are teeth, her teeth scraping against his neck, no thoughts. No thoughts. Just one bite away from shamefully dropping in his pants and coming immediately. Think think think think think!
Grand Nexus Hotel. Yes! Thank fuck!
The moan that wrenched from his throat was partly relief of thinking of a location, partly relief of shamefully dropping in his pants just as he feared. He tried to muffle his pathetically desperate sounds into a kiss, reclaiming her mouth as his one arm reached back to cut a portal open, the other arm wrapped tight around her waist. The glow and hum of the portal was familiar and reassuring, he planted his boots to the rooftop and tipped them backwards off the rooftop lege and through the portal. Before she could shriek in terror they crashed onto a fully made up and unfairly comfortable king size bed in one of the Nexus's more superior suites. Leo groaned from the pressure of his gear on his shell but released a laugh when she popped up to whip her gaze around the room, still straddling his thighs.
"So, what? You just have a standing reservation at the Grand Nexus?" She guessed correctly from all the hotel monogrammed embroidery on pillow cases, curtain ties, and other hotel accessories she could see from the bedroom of the suite.
She gave a small yelp as he tipped her off him, spilling her body to lay on the fancy bedding while he stood up to begin devesting himself of weapons and honestly way too much clothing. "A story for another time, we need to get naked like now."
Needing no further instruction she toed of her shoes and began shimmying out of her jeans at record speed in her still reclined position all while explaining with nonchalance, "Full disclosure I've never cum from just p in v alone."
"Ugh, stop with the medically accurate terminology, my dick can't get any harder." He couldn't suppress his grin when she snorted out a cackle of a laugh, he continued, repeating her words while he peeled off his t shirt, "Full disclosure, I haven't been with anyone for five years, this might be embarrassingly quick but I'll make sure to get you there first." When he resurfaced her saw her eyes glued to his biceps, dragging over his shoulders, very near to salivating, he resisted the urge to do some pretentious flex, there would be other opportunities.
She was clad in mismatched panties and a bra, kneeling on the bed as he struggled with a belt he'd worn nearly every day for six years, why the hell was it acting up now, now of all times?!! Her hands batted his away and released the buckle, pulling the belt from the loops of his pants with incredible ease. "I haven't been with anyone in five years too... Aside from myself of course." She said, hooking her fingers into his belt loops and tugging him to crash back onto the bed, "How romantic... But mostly sad." She dove in to connect their mouths again, her tongue immediately seeking out his while her fingers pulled at the button and zipper of his pants.
"Uh. Okay so hold on, maybe... Shit." Leo cursed as his brow pinched in an attempt at concentration, turning his mouth away from hers she simply continued her attack down his neck. "Mm...Maybe you should be on top? To y'know set the pace? I don't, y'know, want to hurt you or anything."
He tried to grab her hips again as a way to be sure she was listening but then her heard her scoff as she sat up again, with fingers curled around the waist band of his pants, poised to pull them down to finally free him as she rolled her eyes. "Oh please, don't be so self congratulatory about the size of your di- holy SHIT that is a massive cock."
Leo felt his blood heat in a feral sort of way as he stuttered out, "Th-thank you?"
"No, no. Thank you." She murmured as she opened gawked at his cock. "Ummm..." She seemed to hum in thought, and for a moment he was terrified she was going to shut it all down because she'd underestimated the size of his mutant dick. But no, this was the right person. When they were 17 it was the right person, wrong time. It was the right time now, right person, right time. She tore her eyes from his cock to meet his gaze, a mischievous glint there and in her voice as she wondered, "Please tell me your refractory period is superior to a human male?"
Leo gave a sort of nod shrug, "Give or take, five, ten minutes."
"Oh thank fucking god, 'cause I need to know how that feels in my throat real bad."
He could only manage a breathless laugh as he kicked his legs back and forth until his pants fell away completely, perching up on his forearms to watch while she removed her final articles. Poised to slingshot her underwear at his face she faltered, "Oh shit, I don't have anything! Protection, I mean!"
He flopped his arms out to thud heavily onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling in utter defeat, "Neither do I, ugghhh."
The silence only lingered for a few moments before she let her projectile go and hit him square in the face. She was back in her rightful place, straddling his hips with her hands braced on his shoulders when he pulled her panties from his face, avoiding the urge to heavily inhale her intoxicating scent she left in the gusset.
"Fuck it, just pull out."
If the theme of the night was to act like irresponsible teenagers, they were unknowingly killing it.
Leo gazed up at her with a cocky grin, "I am the Pull Out King, I got this." His voice wavered a bit as she positioned her soaking folds to glide along his dick. His hands grabbed at her hips, following her tantalizing rocking rhythm.
When she deemed him thoroughly coated enough she leaned more heavily on her left hand on his shoulder, her right hand reaching between them to take hold of him and guide him where they both desperately wanted.
Leo's breath punched out in whoosh as she quickly seated herself, spearing herself on his cock with a satisfied shout. Hardly taking any time to adjust before riding him like this wasn't the largest fucking dick she's ever felt and it was hitting literally all the places that felt stupidly good she couldn't even manage to talk, just mewls and moans, while her fingernails dug into his shoulders.
Even Leo was at a loss for words, focusing hard on not cumming, don't cum yet, not yet, not yet, not yet... that is until after less than two minutes into her riding she began to quiver, her nails pricked his skin before sliding down his plastron, her head tossed back with a gasp, "Oh! Oh my...gah-" her breath evacuated her lungs in a whining sigh ending with his name, "Leo!"
He was mesmerized but the image before him, not even his numerous fantasies or wet dreams had depicted it like this, it was ethereal, she was a vision of absolute pleasure, the sights, the scents, the sounds, the unbelievably tight, frantic clutching, squeezing around his cock. Oh ffffuck.
"Oh god, you're cumming, aren't you?" He finally found his voice, and it came out rougher than he was expecting. Of course he could feel it, he just had to tease her, to talk and distract himself from cumming from the absolutely delicious way she was contracting around him, holy fucking shit. "What was that about not cumming from just p in v?"
"Sh-shut up."
He chuckled, his fingers unconsciously pressing harder into her hips, his feet planting onto the bed as he tried to maintain the rhythm she'd lost.
"No, no, wait, don't stop talking! Please talk to me, your voice is so sexy, oh my god I'm still cumming. All of you is so sexy, so, so sexy. Fuck!"
Leo growled at the praise, at the pleasure she found from simply using him. "Fuck, you feel so good. Do you love it, pretty girl? Do you love how my cock makes you feel?"
Reduced to weak moans, whimpers and incohetent babbling she nodded along, prying her eyes open when the last tiny waves of her orgasm finally dissipated, releasing a cascade of tears to spill down her cheeks as a heavenly smile curved her mouth.
That was it for Leo, he couldn't contain himself anymore, with a quick flip of positions she was beneath him, his forearms slid beneath her knees and he bent her in half as he bit at her sweet crying mouth from his brutal pounding pace.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohhhh fuuuuck!"
"Leo!"
...
A week passed where the entirety of the Hamato clan saw a shift in Leo's demeanor. The way he would crack a joke more often, reverting back to his one liners every now and then, seeking out the company of his family more often, and being especially kind to Mikey.
If it weren't for his baby brother's social nature would they have ever met again? He didn't even want to think about it, because they were together now, and they would stay together.
A Saturday morning group chat notification pinged informing everyone that Mikey was planning another super special dinner that evening to go along with their family movie night. The only difference was the new contact in the group, and she was the first to respond asking Mikey if he wanted her to bake anything specific.
Leo's heart soared.
Hours later, that felt like weeks to Leo, the lair was loud with chatter and dinner preparations. Casey was mixing drinks, April was peering over Donnie's shoulder as his laser focus was set on yet another previously undefeated Gameboy cartridge, "When you fuck up, it's my turn, Don."
"I'm not gonna fuck up-!" Donnie seethed but then the telltale sound of defeat, the Gameboy's tinny speakers squeaking out 'Game Over' proved otherwise.
April stuck her hand out expectantly, humming, "Mmhm." As the purple turtle relinquished the handheld video game.
In an effort to busy his hands and mind Leo was helping Mikey with dinner, but then S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.'s voice broke through the din, announcing, "Fam's all accounted for now!" Leo turned to see her walking into to kitchen, Raph running over to take the bags from her arms that smelled like varying fresh baked goods.
He crossed his arms and leant back against the kitchen counter, "Well, if it isn't 'Mrs. I Can't Cum From Penetration Alone'."
Without missing a beat or showing the slightest signs of embarrassment she returned with, "Oh, and a fine how do you do to 'Mr. Self Proclaimed Pull Out King'." Tipping her imaginary hat to him.
"This is disturbing." Donnie muttered glancing between the two as they met for a hug and chaste kiss despite their vulgar greetings.
"More of a private conversation, you'd think." Casey commented, though he couldn't contain his own amusement and joy at seeing his sensei so obviously happily in love.
"They're both showman, this is their foreplay." April noted without looking up from the Gameboy, and that is what cracked Casey into a full fit of laughter.
Summary: 10 years after the boys arrive at the Safe Haven, things have gotten better inside but the outside world is still in bad shape. Many people are still trying to survive, unaware there is safety somewhere else. You are one of those people, and you have someone who’s life is more valuable than yours.
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut
Chapters: ?
Warnings: slow burn, eventual smut, enemies to lovers adjacent, child endangerment, slightly bad parenting, parental death, lots of trauma, hurt/comfort
Disclaimer: child character is already named, if that happens to be your name then feel free to change it but that would be a crazy coincidence also this was written with cis fem reader in mind but is left as ambiguous as possible appearance wise
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Prologue - Gally is ending his daily patrol of the mainland when he comes across something unusual hiding bushes
Chapter 1 - Gally learns about how the little girl ended up alone, while you have your own problems.
My stupid ass brain won't shut up about a silly little thought;
What if the 141 were Gods?
Or rather, what if they only had Godlike abilities? What if they stumble upon a village in need, and they help them? What if, in turn, the village worships them as Gods?
What would this village believe they are the supposed Gods of?
Ghost is the easiest. He'd be a god of death. It's obvious by the skull he wears and the air of impassiveness he gives off. What if, he was also the God of life? Life and death do go hand in hand with one another. Most tend to see them as different beings, but what if they were the same one? what if Ghost were the God of Existence and Cessation?
Soap was harder than Ghost, I couldn't quite decide of just what he'd be the God of. Destruction was the easy part, he's a demolitions expert after all. I couldn't think of another thing, something to keep a balance to it. Then I realized that while he enjoys a good explosion, what if he wasn't an inconsiderate person. what if he cared deeply for others enough to offer up his own being? What if he were the God of Convalescence and Ruination?
Gaz, my favourite, is harder than Soap. I had an idea but no word. He's not afraid to show people when they've strayed too far. He holds them accountable for what they've done and, what if in many cases, he punishes them himself? What if he were vengeful yet merciful? What if he were the God of Retribution and Benevolence?
Price I had a hard time coming up with anything at all. He is the leader, the captain of 141. The others listen to him no matter what, do almost anyyhing he says. All because they trust and respect him. What if, alongside respect, they were intimidated but how ruthless he could be. What if he not only commanded respect from others, but also enough fear to stop them in their tracks? What if he were the God of Reverence and Petrification?
What if the 141 decide to allow the worshipping? What if the village begins leaving them offerings, and as time passes the village's reverence for them gets to a point where the offerings they leave are no longer food and handmade items? What if the village begins to offer humans as a sacrifice? What if you were raised in this village, raised to believe that these beings made you, that you were to be thier greatest offering? What if you were inevitably sacrificed to these Gods?
What would these Gods do with a human sacrifice?
What would they think?
Thank you for reading through my silly brain thoughts.
