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

Pookie bear you know how to get me going >:)))

This is a little over 7k words :)

I have a problem

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

The lab was mostly empty.

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

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

It’s never this easy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alpha here, over.”

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

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

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

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

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

‘Reactive Compound - B,’ it read.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Captain!” Tundra exclaimed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then the horrifying idea struck:

They would radio it in if he passed, right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What happened?”

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

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

Breeding? Did she say breeding?

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

“Breeding?”

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

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

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

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

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

Tundra rubbed your shoulder before guiding you back inside.

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

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

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

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

“Chris?” you whispered.

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

How did he get out?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Chris!” you gasped.

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

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

“Chris~”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Chris! I can’t- I’m gonna-”

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

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

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

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

“Y-Yours!” you whimpered back quickly.

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

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

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

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

“Y-You! Chris! I belong to y-you!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes!” you moaned like a whore.

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

“A-Alpha-”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yours! All yours!” you mewled weakly.

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

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

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

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

#chris x reader #chris redfield x reader #chris redfield #resident evil #re

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protectingtulpas · 3 months ago

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Considering getting into tulpamancy, any advice you think doesn't get mentioned nearly as much as it should?

Hmmm this is a good question, stuff that isn't talked about a lot.... I can think of a few things, actually!

Here's some certified random tulpamancy advice from my own wisdom lmao

🔥 parrotnoia is almost completely counterable (especially for our "logical" brain) by asking your tulpa a follow-up to whatever response they gave. if they respond with anything near legible and sensible then you should treat it like it's a real response, even if you're not sure! You'll build up an understanding of what's your thoughts and what're your tulpa's eventually, and once you do, you'll be able to trust that second response. Sometimes I even have a problem with this from my side so like it's not just a host thing fr. If your brain just repeats the same or a similar thing over and over again though, it's probably just a repeating thought. We get those a lot cus of our adhd. (host wants me to say that if your tulpa is comfy with it and solid enough, you can ask them to reassure u that they're real. we do that a lot when they get paranoid)

🔥 self awareness isn't a lightswitch. There'll probably be a wide ocean between your tulpa's first signs of acting independently and them feeling like a fully solid person that's just as aware as you are. I was literally choosing where to move in wonderland within a day of starting forcing (i had an advantage cuz host had a form and wonderland ready for me lol, but some ppl like to go slower!) but it was months before it finally hit my host that the things I were saying by then was undeniably *me*. For them to realize, it actually took me diverging from their expectation by saying i wasn't too interested in hollow knight lmao. basically what I'm saying is there's a lot of in between so don't stress over black and white outcomes and such

🔥 It's way easier to start with partial possession first before learning how to fully switch. First time I used the body was just using the voice to sing and it was awesome, it's what a lot of newbies do to learn now

🔥 oh yeah if you're musically minded then MAKE A PLAYLIST FOR UR TULPA it'll help sooo much. Either start out with what you think they'll like and then let them curate it and add stuff later on, or turn it into a forcing exercise where you listen to different songs and try to feel if your tulpa is enjoying it or not, and add it to the playlist if it seems like they are! (If you're the kinda person that struggles with active forcing, putting on some appropriate bg music might help! keeps ur brain occupied and buzzing)

🔥 Unless they end up the same exact gender as you and a similar presentation, your tulpa is probably gonna have at least a bit of wonky gender feelings, and that's ok. they may end up being genderqueer in some way & they might not! It's their choice what label to use for themselves, not yours as the host.

🔥 Be prepared to split your budget at least a little bit if your tulpa ends up enjoying outerworld stuff a lot. Casey (a soulbond) and I like different types of fashion a ton, I like thrill rides and going to clubs and shows. We don't have a lot but we work it out so at least our most frequent fronters get to indulge a little sometimes - it's great if you can find something multiple ppl like

🔥 Your tulpa's sense of... mmm, let's say wisdom? Will be a bit different from yours. We're in a weird position - we're in a brain that's lived a whole biological life up to that point, with lots of experiences and instinctive patterns and understandings and shit built into us, cus that's just how the brain works. We also can look at the host's memories whenever we want, barring any outside issues. But at the same time we're also straight up *new,* thrown into the world without most of a childhood to grow up in (usually) or an entire life to build up a sense of self and figure ourselves out. We can see host's memories but they're not Ours, we didn't experience em. Y'know how teenagers are kinda weird and flip-floppy sometimes because they're still figuring themselves out? A lot of tulpas can be the same way, especially when we're new. They might go back and forth on basic opinions, struggle to understand topics you get already, sorta just miss things sometimes, or become super singleminded when they find something that gives them a sense of self. Basically just give your tulpa a wide range of things to do/try, and understand that we're pretty much speedrunning all the emotional + logical development that most hosts had their whole lives to work on.

✨ If anyone else has any other ideas go ahead and reblog + add stuff!!! ✨

#tulpamancy #pluralgang #tulpa #endogenic #pro tulpa #endo safe #tulpa safe #tulpamancy advice #created system #created headmate #tulpamancy guides

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jeremykillswitch · 7 months ago

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Sick custom Dr Martins like these make me wish I had feet so I could wear them.

*Emerges from the haze*

New Doc accessory just created

#lightswitch problems #dr martens #alternative #alt lifestyle #emo aesthetic #grunge #fashion

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angelwings-crossbowstrings · 1 year ago

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For You, I'd Bleed Myself Dry

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Early-ish Alexandria

Warnings: Suggestive (extremely mild); hangover

Summary: You're hung over and don't really remember how you got to Rosita's house the night before. Or what you had said on the way there.

A/N: Just a fun little drabble born of this incorrect quote. Suggested by @marvelcasey05

*gif is not mine

You didn’t expect to find Daryl still home when you wandered in the next morning. He was always an early riser, and though everyone else still slept, he would usually be long gone and outside the gates. So, when you tip-toed through the door and into the kitchen, your heels in your hand, he nearly scared the life out of you. You flipped the lightswitch and:

“Mornin’.”

“Jesus Christ, Daryl!”

The archer chuckled behind his coffee mug before tilting it the least bit more to take a sip. “Rollin’ in awful late.”

You shrugged “Or early, depending on how you look at it. Any left?” You nodded toward the cup. He gave a quiet mhm and got up to make you a mug. Your head was throbbing. You knew your makeup was a mess and your hair a disaster. You had slept in your dress at Rosita’s, so it was wrinkled and you were almost certain that it was only partially zipped in the back.The party hadn’t been that fun but the liquor had been flowing. That was why you went. Things in Alexandria had been stressful. Your group had been there a while. Long enough for so many problems to come along and be handled. The past week had been particularly eventful. Still, it had been handled and there had been some time to cut loose.

So, you did.

You sat your heels on the counter and muttered a thank you when he slid the mug across the surface, narrowing your eyes across the rim as you readied for a drink. “Do you know how I take my coffee?”

“Guess you’ll need to take a drink an’ find out, won’tcha?” He was perching himself back on the island stool when you realized that Daryl Dixon was barefoot, wearing flannel pajama pants, and a faded Led Zepplin t-shirt.

“You’re wearing people clothes.” You blinked, still holding the mug close to your mouth.

Daryl smirked from behind his own cup. “M’a person, contrary to popular belief.” He took another sip, prompting you to take one of your own. He did know how you liked your coffee. Interesting.

An ache in your left foot reminded you that you wanted nothing more than to go to your room and fall into a coma for a few hours. “I should probably take some—”

“S’behind ya. Got ‘em out earlier. Water too.”

There were two tablets on the countertop by the fridge, along with a glass of water. You warily picked them up, almost as if they would come alive and bite you. “Thank you?”

“Mhm.”

Quickly swallowing them, you downed the water because coffee wasn’t the best tool for rehydrating, but you’d be damned if you’d give up that mug for anything. Collecting your heels and your coffee, you started walking backwards out of the kitchen. “Listen, I’m gonna head upstairs and get off my—”

“Perfectly good chair right here.”

“What?” Now you were looking at him as if he’d grown a second head. There were no other chairs in the kitchen. Carol had the only other stool piled full of kitchen junk she had yet to put away. “Are you sure you’re awake?”

“M’wide awake. How’d ya get to Rosita’s last night?”

Wait. Was Daryl blushing? “She helped—” No, that wasn’t right. Rosita and Tara came back long after you did. You distinctly remembered grumbling at them to turn off the lights. “How did I get there?” You said aloud, though softly.

“I took ya.”

Your shoes hitting the floor echoed through the quiet house, causing both you and Daryl to flinch. After a moment, no baby cried and no adults yelled. You walked forward and placed your mug back on the counter. “What do you mean you took me? You weren’t at the party.”

Cause Daryl’s home. He doesn’t like parties.

He shrugged but the pink tint to his cheeks was now traveling a route up to his ears. “Was workin’ on the bike. Saw ya stumblin’ ‘round in the dark. Didn’t wantcha to get hurt.”

“Did I—did I say anything stupid?”

And if I see him right now, I'm gonna ask to use his face as a chair.

“Nope.” The archer was staring at his coffee cup, rolling the smooth sides between his hands. He absolutely knew what you had said but he was giving you an out. Goddamn that man. He had to be beautiful, rough edged, and chivalrous at the same time?

“Good.” You nodded. “Good. Thanks for the coffee.” You turned to walk out, leaving the coffee mug behind. “And for—you know, getting me there safely last night.”

He nodded with a small, tight smile but didn’t say anything else. Maybe he was just teasing you. No, Daryl wasn’t the type. Well, he was but not with things that were at his expense. He was definitely going out of his comfort zone if the red tint on his face was any indication. Did he want to do that with you? You certainly wouldn’t mind. You’d wanted Daryl for as long as you could remember. Even before he started treating the group more like friends than survival buddies. There was always just something about him that called to you, pulled you in like a magnet, but there was this invisible line that didn’t feel safe to cross. Was he toeing that line with you now?

You might never get the chance again if you were to shut him down.

“Hey, Daryl.” You called from the stairs, barely looking over your shoulder. Your heart was racing.

“Yeah?”

“There’s—there’s no chair in my—what’re you—hey!” You were over his shoulder and being hauled down toward his room in the basement before you could do much more than laugh.

“Weren’t no way ya could make any line ‘bout a chair work.”

“Got a bed, right?”

“Got a mattress.”

“That’ll do, Dixon. That’ll do.”

#murda writes #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #the walking dead #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon the walking dead #daryl dixon twd #daryl #daryl dixon smut #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl x female reader #Spotify

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jeremykillswitch · 3 months ago

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I TRAVERSE THROUGH THE DARKNESS ONLY TO FIND MORE DARKNESS.

#Darkness #Emo #Emo quotes #Quotes #Inspirational #Dark #self expression #alternative #lightswitch problems #its so lonely on the wall #Darknessdarknessdarknessdarknessdarkness

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mortalityplays · 9 months ago

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our little cat, Morgan, died today.

he was getting pretty old, and about a year and a half ago he was diagnosed with health problems that the vet expected would decline in a matter of months. but he took his meds and hung in there, happy and loved and in no pain. in the end, his heart just stopped. he lay down and departed. it's the best way an animal can go, I think.

we never intended to adopt two cats, but he was so closely bonded with his brother Jasper, the runt of the litter, that we took them both. when he was a kitten I used to put him in the bathtub to get his zoomies out, and as an adult he would get so excited when I came home that he would run to the bathroom and jump in the tub himself to roll around in delight. there wasn't a door or cupboard he couldn't open. he figured out how lightswitches worked, and would bat them to get our attention lol.

his favourite thing the last few years was to sit on his own special blanket on the corner of the table and watch my mum do jigsaw puzzles. when I'd come to stay for holidays, he would break into my room and crawl under the duvet to sleep beside me. when he wanted a cuddle, he would physically climb into my mum's arms. he was my little monster. I'm going to miss him so much.

#animal death

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obitez · 6 months ago

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Three Words

Another Buck/Tommy fic! (Not a Bean one though, one will be out soon 😉)

Summary: Tommy has been waiting months to hear Buck say those three words. (I love you)

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When they first started dating, Tommy told Buck that they could take their relationship at whatever pace he wanted.

And he meant that wholeheartedly.

Sure, things got a little rocky after that first date, but they got through it. It was all cleared up by the second.

They were going strong. Their relationship was going strong. Their relationship was going places Tommy had never thought it would go.

Further than Tommy thought his pathetic love life would go with anyone.

After their second date (if you could call it that), at the coffee shop, they sort of came to an unspoken agreement that they would go at Buck’s pace. Tommy just hadn’t expected that to mean they would be fucking each other in bed less than 24 hours later and Buck would be dragging Tommy around Maddie and Chimney’s wedding. (No one had told him that Buck’s sister was engaged to Chimney!)

Both Eddie and Bobby had told him that Buck liked to do things fast, he didn’t really understand how fast they meant at the time, but he had no problem with it.

Later, Hen and Karen might have threatened him a little at the medal ceremony, but backed off when Tommy told them he was going at Buck’s pace.

So for the next six months, that was what Tommy did, go at Buck’s pace. When Buck wanted to introduce Tommy to his parents, he went ahead with him.

When Buck gave Tommy a key to his loft, Tommy gave Buck a key to his house.

When Buck asked if Tommy minded if Jee joined them on their hike up a mountain because both her parents were called into a shift at the last minute, Tommy carried her on his shoulders the entire way.

When Buck hinted at wanting to move in together, Tommy was quick to tell him that he would start moving the furniture in his house for when Buck was ready.

Tommy was fine with going at Buck’s pace. Really, he was.

There was just one thing though.

In the last six months, he had fallen hard for Buck, and he meant hard.

He didn’t think that any of his past relationships have even gotten close to how he felt for Buck now.

He loved Evan Buckley, from his little birthmark on his adorable face, to his marvelous body, to his penchant for research binges, to his laugh, to his cooking skills, to his everflowing loving heart for everyone around him.

He loved Evan Buckley, now he just needed to figure out how and when to tell him.

He thought about how and when to do it for so long, Tommy started questioning himself.

What would Buck do if Tommy said it?

Tommy had told Buck he would go at Buck’s speed? What if this was too fast for him? This would bring a new stage to their relationship. What if Buck wasn’t ready for this? Should he just wait until Buck was ready? Until Buck said those three words first?

He eventually over-thought it as he did a lot of things like this, over-thinking it enough, they reached and passed their six month anniversary.

🔶 🔶 🔶 🔶 🔶

The ending credits of Jurassic Park scrolled past on the screen, Tommy looked down at Buck’s head resting on his chest. The man was passed out and spread across him. He swore that would be the last time he let Buck pick a movie out, he always fell asleep halfway through them. Tommy always told himself that everytime this happened, but he always let Buck pick out the next movie anyway.

Tommy smiled and continued slowly rubbing the hand that he had on Buck’s back. He blinked and then looked at the clock across the room. It was late, neither of them had work the next morning, but they still had plans. He needed to get to sleep soon. The remote to turn the TV off was in reach, but the lightswitch to turn off the overhead lights?

In instances like these, Tommy really wished he had Buck’s ability to fall asleep no matter the lighting conditions. It was too bright for him right now. But at the same time, Tommy knew his boyfriend was a light sleeper. If he got up now to walk the three feet to the lightswitch on the wall, Buck would wake up and it would be at least an hour of activities before either of them went to sleep again.

Maybe he shouldn’t listen to Eddie and just bite the bullet and buy a Hildy. Those things can’t be that bad. He’d be able to ring it up to turn off the lights without getting out of bed.

Tommy carefully got out of bed, moving the pillows around to disturb Buck as little as possible.

He wasn’t successful.

“Tommy?” Buck’s sleep filled voice asked as Tommy flipped the lightswitch to send the room into darkness.

“Shh,” Tommy hushed. “Just turning off the lights, go back to sleep.”

“Hmm,” Buck hummed unhappily as Tommy returned to bed, getting under the covers as pulling Buck back to where he was sleeping on his chest.

It was quiet for a couple moments, Tommy was just about to fall asleep into deep oblivion when he heard Buck speak.

“I love you,” Buck mumbled into Tommy’s ear. Hearing those words, Tommy tensed and turned his head to look into Buck’s eyes. He couldn’t exactly see them right now, it was too dark, but he could feel the stare.

Those weren’t words Buck mumbled half asleep or only half paying attention. He meant those words.

He loved Tommy.

“Oh, thank God,” Tommy mumbled as he angled his neck and kissed Buck on the top of his head.

Buck hummed in slight confusion and he went up onto an elbow and looked down at Tommy, silently asking for an explanation of what Tommy meant by that comment.

“I’ve been waiting weeks for you to say that,” Tommy said as he sat up and quickly moved around Buck, pinning him onto the bed lying on his back.

“Oh?” Buck hummed, taunting him.

It seemed Buck would be getting exactly what he wanted that night.

Tommy leant down. “I love you too,” he mumbled into Buck’s ear before he pulled him into a deep kiss.

#bucktommy #bucktommy fic #911 abc #ao3

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1moreff-creator · 18 days ago

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I remember someone asked about if P:EG’s Chapter 1 victim and killer were to be reversed, so how about the same thing for Despair Time chapters 1 and 2?

Ooh this is an interesting one! The DRDT situations are a bit harder to reverse, but I think it would be interesting to try. Let’s see how it works!

Spoilers for DRDT CH2. CW: Murder, stabbing, gaslighting (implied), breaking bones, accidental murder.

Chapter 1 - Min!Victim & Xander!Killer

The big question here is how to set up the entire Situation in a way that ends with Min dead instead of Xander, and with Teruko still alive somehow. Here’s how we’re gonna do this:

Everything plays out exactly the same until Min enters the computer room after seeing Charles run off, including Xander ripping apart a pair of Charles’ gloves and dropping the pieces on the floor.

At that point, instead of doing the whole lightswitch thing, Min drops the bucket (which falls on its side and spills) and chooses to confront Xander with her pen. Xander rushes at her with his own knife, but is taken off guard when Min reveals the hidden knife in her pen, and he gets stabbed pretty badly. However, he remains standing, and easily overpowers Min with his super strength, throwing her onto a table (which causes some blunt force wounds) and stabbing her a few times with his own knife. Min’s injuries prove immediately fatal, while Xander manages to remain conscious.

At this point and panicking a fair amount, Xander switches plans. He now wants to frame this all as a fight between Teruko and Min. He moves their bodies a bit, then pockets the pen-knife and the disk with Charles’ name on it, before hastily carrying the bucket out of the room and into the laundry room. In the same room, he washes the blood off his hands (taking off his bloody gloves and replacing them with clean ones that… let’s just say he had on hand lmao), so that it looks like all the blood on his body came from his own stab wounds and no one else’s. This is important for the narrative he’s gonna try to create.

With some important evidence hidden, Xander quickly checks the Movie Screening Room (the closest room to the laundry room aside from the Computer Lab), finding the Halloween trio there. He immediately calls out for Arturo’s help, and explains that Min and Teruko are also injured in the Computer Lab. Arturo and Veronika are obviously taken aback by the blood (Ace is unconscious from the movie they were watching), but Arturo quickly helps Xander to the Infirmary while Veronika checks the Comp Lab and calls for help from the others.

In the Infirmary, Xander explains to Arturo what happened. Or rather, what he wants the others to believe happened. Here’s his story:

Xander and Teruko had planned to meet in the Computer Lab. Xander arrived first, and while waiting for Teruko, Min entered the room as well. Xander didn’t think much of it at first, but then Min ambushed him with a kitchen knife. Xander pushed her away onto a table (trying to explain the blunt force wounds), but due to the shock and the pain, he couldn’t think to do anything else other than back up onto the wall and yell at Min. That was when Teruko entered the room. In a panic, Min turned around and stabbed Teruko in the chest. However, Teruko, who is used to pain due to her luck, managed to push through her pain and fight back. She disarmed Min and, before Xander could stop her, she furiously stabbed the Student until she stopped moving, with the very same knife Min had used to stab Xander. Teruko passed out just moments after, and finally Xander recovered enough to get out of the room. At some point in the stabbing, Charles peeked into the room before immediately running away (to explain Charles’ state).

Xander here is hoping to get away with a quick trial, where the only question the cast would have for MonoTV is which culprit they would need to vote for; Min who killed Teruko, or Teruko who killed Min. Except, you know there’s a problem with that.

In the panic, he hadn’t realized Teruko was still alive. Once she’s brought to the Infirmary, though, Xander realizes he’s lost his chance to finish the job. Arturo’s attention is now constantly on Teruko, and she will wake up, meaning Xander now has to prepare to fight her testimony in the class trial.

After a few hours, when the cast has investigated the scene and more or less has come to the conclusion Xander’s story makes sense, Teruko wakes up. She immediately goes to the computer lab, finds Min there, sees Xander, and so begins the angriest Teruko crash out you can imagine. The crash out grows even angrier as Xander denies having done anything wrong, telling her his version of events. Teruko is baffled, and retorts with her own version: Xander called her to the Comp Lab, stabbed her when she got there, then she passed out and doesn’t remember anything else. The obvious conclusion here is that Min must have gone in afterwards, and Xander must have killed her.

The issue is apparent here: Xander’s story is, in the surface, much more believable than Teruko’s. Remember, the cast doesn’t know of Min’s knife, since Xander’s hidden it. It doesn’t help that the list of custom weapons Whit shows has Min’s weapon listed as only a pen, and Rose can attest through her memory that only one knife is missing from the kitchen.

This all means the cast thinks that, for Teruko’s story to work, Min must have somehow disarmed Xander to stab him, only for Xander to overpower her back. This is obviously quite insane.

Another aspect is motive. Min and Xander’s beef is well documented, while Teruko and Xander appear to have had a pretty stable relationship up to this point. In most of the cast’s eyes, it’s easier to believe that Min would attack Xander and Teruko would defend him, than believing Xander would attack Teruko and Min defend Teruko. It doesn’t help that Xander is doing his best to remain calm, as he’s had hours to prepare for the trial and wants to get it right, while Teruko is acting completely deranged, even more than in canon Trial 1.

That’s not to say Xander is fully calm. The guy has a temper, so his frustration with Teruko’s resistance bleeds through even when he doesn’t want it to. However, it helps that he doesn’t have to be the one talking all the time. After all, David wholeheartedly believes Xander’s story, and this confidence allows him to use his talent to dominate the conversation whenever Teruko isn’t speaking. Xander has one of the best allies one could ask for in this class trial.

However, Teruko isn’t completely alone. I said that “most of the cast” could believe Min attacked Xander, but not all. Eden and Rose would like to defend the memory of their fellow baking squad member, and of course, they’re more willing to be on Teruko’s side than Xander’s, especially seeing how alone Teruko otherwise is in this trial. Eden is the one who can convince the cast to at least consider Teruko’s story even when Xander’s seems much more believable, and while Rose doesn’t speak much, her input is always a slam dunk in terms of pushing the trial forwards and interpreting evidence correctly.

Bit by bit, the holes in Xander’s story start being revealed. Min was carrying water to the kitchen from the laundry room before the murder, so it would make very little sense for her to take a detour and kill Xander. After all, if she took too long to return to the kitchen, Eden and Rose would notice something was up, and that would cause problems for her. This is especially notable because of the water on the floor (remember that Min spilt the bucket when she dropped it?), suggesting that she went into the room with the bucket full and dropped it without thinking. That obviously lines up more with Teruko’s story, where Min accidentally stumbled on a crime scene and panicked, as opposed to the premeditated nature of her attack in Xander’s story.

But what really starts fucking shit up for Xander is the presence of Charles’ ripped up gloves. Remember those? The cast deduces that the initial attacker (Min in Xander’s story, Xander in Teruko’s) must have put those on the floor to frame Charles for the crime. And in Xander’s story, Min wouldn’t have had the time to drop those on the floor before getting murdered by Teruko, casting suspicion on Xander’s claim. Additionally, Teruko suggests that the initial attacker might have lured Charles into the Comp Lab to incapacitate him. With Eden as her witness, she speaks of the reaction Charles had to Xander’s missing eye, something which only the three present in that scene would know about. Notably, this does not include Min.

This is where it gets intense. Xander starts losing his temper even more, saying that Teruko’s speculation has no evidence. He claims the ripped pieces of the gloves were there ever since he entered the room, he just hadn’t thought anything about them until then. And he argues that Min didn’t need to lure Charles into the room to frame him with that, since the framing could have worked even if Charles hadn’t been incapacitated. After all, Charles was not the most well liked individual in the first chapter, it would make sense to frame him even if you didn’t know about his hemophobia.

Teruko shoots back, saying that it doesn’t make sense for Min to drop those ripped gloves before attempting the murder, as anyone could have cleaned them up otherwise.

Eden: “Yeah! Min was smarter than that!” Arturo: “Are you saying she would have been too good at murder to make such foolish decisions?” Eden: “Exactly! Ehr- wait. That’s not-“

David cuts in. He poses that arguing based on Min’s abilities is contradictory to Teruko’s reasoning, because if they were to argue based on Xander’s capabilities, then her story is impossible.

David: “If Xander was really already on high alert when Min entered the room, it would have been impossible for her to disarm him. It would have been impossible for anyone. Only had she brought her own weapon can I imagine her hurting Xander at all. However, that doesn’t seem to have happened.”

Teruko leans in on that idea, saying that there might have been a second weapon that Xander hid somewhere. Xander gets defensive and annoyed that people are speculating without evidence, while Arei gets an idea.

A discussion breaks out about what weapons could possibly be involved, some even suspecting that there may have been more to the pen Min received as a custom weapon that meets the eye. Xander again rebuts that not every custom weapon actually functions as a weapon, given you’d be hard-pressed to do any real damage with something like Veronika’s horror movie set.

With all the distractions, Xander doesn’t notice Arei sneaking behind him. She pulls out her pickpocket trick, and suddenly everything falls apart for Xander. Arei finds Min’s pen-knife stained with blood, and not just that, but also the disk with Charles’ name and a pair of bloody gloves. That’s pretty much three smoking guns for the price of one, so Xander’s case falls apart extremely quickly. A bit of freaking out and a David mental breakdown later, Teruko does the Closing Argument thing, and the trial ends, with Teruko receiving two votes and Xander the rest.

In post trial, Xander explains very little because his whole Thing relies on lore we don’t have. However, he more or less makes it clear that he has reason to believe Teruko is an issue, and implies that there’s something he was trying to accomplish that he considers more important than the lives of everyone there. Right before his execution, he has a little chat with David, apologizing for worrying him and hoping he doesn’t hate Xander too much, before handing David a slip of paper which no one else is allowed to see. This is the undamaged “kill Teruko Tawaki” note, so now David is more or less fully in on Xander’s plans going into CH2. It wouldn’t influence his actions too much, but it’s worth noting. David’s sanity is hanging by a thread after all of this, of course. In short; doomed yaoi becomes even more obviously plot relevant than before!

Oh, and Teruko now has to deal with the fact that her luck 100% got Min killed. Like, there’s no conflicting feelings because of Min being a murderer and attempting to win the trial this time. She entered the room because it was needed for Teruko to survive, so her luck willed it so. This makes the doomed yuri have a slightly different flavor, as Teruko probably wishes she could say something to Min about it, thank her with an apology maybe, but has to deal with the fact that she can’t.

Chapter 2 - Ace!Victim & Arei!Killer

So this one’s gonna be a little harder, especially if I want to keep the Arei redemption arc intact, but there’s still a way around it.

In this version of events, Ace never switched targets. In other words, even after the Nico murder attempt, Ace still decides to go for Eden instead of Arei, though he still uses the same method. That includes leaving a note to Eden to meet with “Arei” at the playground at 7:30 AM.

However, Eden is a bit more sensible than Arei in this timeline. She decides that it’s weird that Arei sent her a note instead of talking in person, so she goes to Arei’s room and talks to her about it. Obviously, Arei says she didn’t write the note, and they realize someone might be trying to kill Eden. Eden wants to talk to the others about it in the morning (ehr, I’m assuming it’s basically nighttime at this point), but Arei points out that the attempted killer will probably hide that they wrote the note. This is bad because then there would be someone wanting to kill Eden just running around freely.

Instead, Arei suggests they confront the note writer to find out who they are. If Eden and Arei go to the playground together and are ready for an attack, they should be able to see who sent the note and still escape safely, so that they can warn the others and make some kind of decision. Eden’s worried and wonders if maybe they can bring someone else, like Levi, to really make sure no one dies. However, Arei’s actually worried that Levi might have sent the note. She shows the secret she received to Eden, that Levi is a remorseless killer, and uses that to argue that he might be the one they’re going to find in the playground. Eden chooses not to jump to conclusions, but ultimately agrees that telling anyone else could complicate things.

They then make a plan. They’re going to go to the playground, but they’ll arrive 30 minutes early to catch the note sender off guard, and just in case, they’ll bring weapons. Eden, who is too weak to properly use blunt force weapons, takes a knife. Arei prefers something less lethal, and takes Eden’s wrench.

As planned, they both go down to the playground at 7:00 the next day. Eden wants them to just peek inside and not confront the note sender, though Arei makes no promises. Unfortunately, they don’t get to make that choice, as Ace was already hiding near the door when the duo gets there.

Eden and Arei notice the weird rope contraption in the playground, and enter cautiously. Ace, obviously a bit surprised by the development, panics and does the only thing he can think of: he goes in and tries to tackle Eden. Arei steps in and hits him in the head with the wrench, full force. He falls to the ground, unconscious. Eden and Arei quickly check that he’s not dead, and indeed, he isn’t! Eden says they should still get Arturo to check in on him just in case, and Arei reluctantly (she does still hate Arturo after all) agrees.

And so they get Arturo, explain the situation more or less, and go into the playground. Slight issue: Ace is gone. They decide he must have gotten up and walked away, and try searching for him as a group. They don’t expect him to be hiding or anything, so they just superficially check over all the rooms in the building, but they don’t find him. They’re not too worried, since Ace has to show up for the motive announcement at 8:00…

Except, he doesn’t. Now they’re really worried. Everyone starts searching more thoroughly…

And eventually, Teruko, Whit and Levi find Ace’s corpse, hidden in a changing room in the dress-up space. A bloody kitchen knife beside him, his neck is sliced open right where Nico had cut them in their murder attempt, and his ribcage is shattered. The BDA rings out.

In the subsequent investigation, Arei and Eden agree to keep the whole “Ace attacked us” situation secret, and Arei threatens Arturo (be it with his secret or his kneecaps’ safety) to keep it secret as well. Their reasoning is that clearly, whoever slashed Ace’s throat was his killer, and so the whole “Arei hit him in the head before that” doesn’t have anything to do with it. If the others learnt about it, it would just confuse the cast into thinking Arei might be the killer, when she clearly isn’t. Surely.

There is something strange about the corpse, though. Despite Ace’s neck being cut, there wasn’t as much blood as one would expect. As if his neck had been cut post mortem. The wounds on his ribs are also strange, but Arturo doesn’t do forensics, so he’s not entirely sure if those wounds were also done post mortem or if they’re odd for some other reason (sure let’s say that makes sense). Arei and Eden do not hear of this until the trial.

You might be guessing what’s going on by now, but basically: David caught wind of the situation when Arei and Eden went to get Arturo, and decided to pull a Byakuya. Ace was wounded in a way that he could have survived with quick treatment, but would die if he didn’t get it. By hiding Ace’s body, David manages to get him to die due to internal blood loss.

(I am not sure how medically plausible this is but we’re gonna suspend our disbelief a little okay? I am already reaching enough as it is please just give me this)

By getting Ace killed before the motive announcement, he can try to avoid having his secret revealed (which doesn’t work, the secrets are still shown as in canon), and fulfill Xander’s will by making the class fail a class trial. He even sets up a couple of red herrings around. In the playground, where Ace’s murder mechanisms are still set up, he leaves some of his hair accessories. In the dress-up room, he leaves some fish from one of the water jugs Ace gathered for his plan, to implicate Nico. And of course, he’s the one who broke Ace’s ribcage by repeatedly stomping on it, and the one who slashed Ace’s throat. However, that’s only after his heart stopped.

Now, for the trial. Let’s be clear; Arei doesn’t want to win this, it’s just that she doesn’t know she’s the blackened at the start. This means that this timeline’s second trial can be just as much of a clusterfuck as the canon one!

Just as in canon, it starts with people revealing the secrets they received. This time, though, Arei’s isn’t a mystery, as she just reveals it outright. Obviously, suspicion immediately lands on Levi, who had already threatened Ace’s life once before, and is now revealed as a remorseless murderer. Levi explains his whole thing, and while some people are saying to just vote for him, others (including Eden and, following her, Arei) argue that it’s reckless to vote for him without evidence. Discussion continues, and some of the other secrets are revealed, such as Arturo’s, Ace’s, Eden’s, basically all the ones that got revealed in canon at this stage.

Suspicion goes from Levi to Nico as people discuss the slash in Ace’s throat, and how it may be related to their murder attempt. This is where we get the explanation for that, and the cast makes the connection to the mechanism in the playground. They discuss that for a bit, and notice that it didn’t get used, since the water jugs which would have been used as weights are intact beyond one of them having been emptied on the dress-up room. More importantly, Teruko and Levi identify the gym band thing Ace took from Levi in 2-2, and they realize that this is actually Ace’s failed murder plan.

Here is when Teruko remembers that Eden felt followed the night of Nico’s attempt, and asks her if she thinks that maybe Ace was aiming for her. Eden and Arei discuss a bit in short sentences only they and Arturo understand, and that’s how they decide to tell everyone what happened that morning. They make it clear that Arei didn’t kill Ace, they even checked his pulse after he fell unconscious. This is when Arturo brings up that the slit on Ace’s throat doesn’t have enough blood to have been made before his death, and even the wounds on his chest are strange. This causes Arei and Eden to momentarily panic.

However, the cast can’t immediately assume Ace succumbed to the wounds inflicted by Arei. After all, someone still went out of their way to hide Ace, which on the surface doesn’t make sense if they aren’t the killer. If Arei’s really the killer, why would anyone else try to obfuscate that?

This is how the cast lands on David, since the hair clips in the playground are revealed. Arei doubles down, revealing his secret. This is when David crashes out and tries to convince everyone to vote for him. In this crashout, Arei brings up the conversation she and David had the night of Nico’s murder attempt, as she feels betrayed over that, and David does some of his shit to make her feel bad about it.

However, the question arises about what exactly David did to kill Ace, because the slit in the throat was done post mortem. Obviously, he points to the wounds on the chest, but Teruko questions why he would do that. If he had a knife and could slice his neck at any point, why would he opt for the louder and more time consuming “ribcage crushing” method? Also, why would he slice Ace’s throat after his death, anyways? It’s not like changing the murder method would have done much to help his case.

David tries to pull some bullshit and ad hominem attacks at Teruko, but eventually, the flaws in the possibility of David actually being the killer start revealing themselves. The final nail in the coffin is Teruko realizing why he would do this: because it’s what Xander would have wanted. Remember: in this timeline, Xander already revealed that there was something he valued over the lives of everyone in the killing game, and that he could achieve it by winning the class trial. And the note Xander gave David at the end of trial 1, which no one else saw, could have potentially explained what that was all about, convincing David to go along with it.

The ultimatum Charles gives David is to either say what was on that note, or accept Teruko’s proposition. After a moment of thought, David decides that he’s gonna get other chances to get everyone killed, and so chooses to keep the note secret and tell the truth about the murder. Indeed, Arei was the one who dealt the killing blow to Ace, David just made sure he couldn’t recover by hiding the body. After consulting with MonoTV, it rules that if the cast’s theory is true, then Arei would be judged as the blackened.

There’s a lot of yelling and crying after this point, where Arei starts breaking down over the fact that she didn’t mean to kill the guy, same as Eden begging MonoTV to reconsider the ruling, or the cast to reconsider the theory. But ultimately, after the Closing Argument, Arei accepts what’s happened. She has some heartfelt words with Eden, and in the end, Arei ends up with all the votes (well Teruko gets one vote but y’know how it is with her). Eden’s survivors guilt gets even worse as she feels even more directly responsible for Arei’s death than Min’s, and she already felt pretty bad about that and Ace’s death too. Arei is horribly pissed at David, and David mostly ignores her insults, but they bother him more than he’d like to admit as a result of the whole “let’s be less shitty together” scene.

All the drama is cut slightly short when Teruko asks Arei to attack MonoTV. Arei actually takes the suggestion with glee, and doesn’t even hesitate in punching that thing as hard as possible. Shit happens, though, including Levi getting shot in place of Teruko. Arei asks MonoTV to execute her quickly, tells Arturo that she’ll personally drag him to hell when he dies if he doesn’t save Levi, shares one last hug with Eden, and Eden assures her that she died a good person. Angsty as hell ending.

And that’s about it! Hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for the ask, I loved thinking about this!

#drdt #danganronpa despair time #ask #this took longer than it should have sorry :p #btw i’m behind on asks but i swear i’ll answer the ones i have!#min jeung #xander matthews #arei nageishi #ace markey #eden tobisa #teruko tawaki #david chiem

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I did an alternate prompt for today, so BuckTommy Fluffebruary Day Twenty-One (!!!!) is Candlelight Dinner. Buck does experience a little storm-related anxiety at the beginning, but he's okay. Also there is one line in here that is the entire reason why I named Tommy "Tommaso" in these fics instead. I'm not kidding, it's so dumb. This is posted over here on AO3. Tagging @bucktommyfluffebruary

There’s a storm outside, and Buck is doing his best to ignore it while he cooks dinner. He keeps checking his phone, but he knows Tommy won’t be home for a bit. It still makes him nervous, because LA drivers are terrible at the best of times. With rain pouring from the sky and high winds, it’s a thousand times worse, and he's had to deal with the aftermath of one too many accidents in these same conditions.

He’s taking the eggplant parmesan out of the oven and setting it on the stove when a flash of lightning outside catches him off-guard. He has to grip the handle of the stove door while he breathes through his nose and out through his mouth. It’s not—he doesn’t usually have a problem anymore, but it’s been a long week and his defenses are a little lower than normal.

The rumbling of the garage door hits his ears, and he realizes he’s been standing still in their kitchen for a few minutes. Tommy opens the door from the utility/laundry/mud room that connects the garage to the kitchen, and Buck looks over his shoulder to smile at him, feeling his shoulders relax and the ball of tension in his belly loosen.

“Hey,” Tommy says, greeting him with a kiss to his cheek and an arm around his waist. “That smells amazing.”

“It just needs a few minutes,” Buck says, turning to put his arms around Tommy’s shoulders so he can kiss him properly. “How’s Sal?”

Tommy rolls his eyes. “Sal’s a headcase, because he and Gina had a pregnancy scare last week. I don’t even think you can call it that when you’re over forty and already have three kids, but I get to take him to get snipped next week.”

Buck snorts. “Isn't that an outpatient procedure?”

“I think I'm more moral support.”

“Get him a cone,” Buck suggests.

Tommy laughs and leaves a lingering kiss on his cheek. “That’s what I was thinking. Gina thinks it'll be hilarious, he’ll probably take a swing at me. How was your day?”

He sighs and shrugs. “It was a day. We actually had four separate birth calls, so maybe something’s in the air.”

He smiles when Tommy hums and leans in to kiss the corner of his mouth. When a flash of light fills the kitchen window again, he jumps just a little, and Tommy squeezes him close.

“There’s a very new roof over our heads,” Tommy reminds him, rubbing his back and looking at him with nothing but warmth. Buck loves him for that. He loves him for a lot of things, of course, but he loves that Tommy’s first instinct is to make sure Buck feels safe. “And neither of us has any reason to go outside tonight.”

Buck nods and lets himself get pulled into a hug, burying his face in Tommy’s shoulder. He smells like their laundry soap and his deodorant and that patchouli hand soap that Gina buys and home. “I’ll be okay, I promise.”

Tommy kisses his hair and then his ear, and Buck huffs out a laugh. An answering chuckle rumbles in his ear, and he pulls back to kiss his boyfriend. He’s about to ask if he’s hungry when the lights go out and the house goes silent.

“Well,” Tommy says, his face barely visible in the dark kitchen. “There goes that.”

They poke their faces out the front door and see that the neighbors are all dark, too, except for the guy at the corner who has a solar battery setup. The street lamps are also out. Tommy grabs a flashlight from the drawer in the sideboard by the front door and uses it to guide them back to the kitchen, flipping down any lightswitches on their way while Buck unplugs things.

“Be right back,” Tommy says, disappearing into another part of the house. He knows it by feel, and Buck is still getting used to it. He’s only been moved in for a month.

He serves up their dinner onto two plates and covers the rest, opting to grab them glasses of wine instead of beer, since the wine wouldn’t require him to open the fridge. He turns to carry the plates to the dining room and sees a flickering glow lighting the way. When he walks into the room, he sees that Tommy is lighting a second taper candle on the table.

“I’ll get the silverware,” Tommy offers when Buck sets the plates down. Buck follows him into the kitchen anyway to grab the wine, and they settle down at the table to eat.

He watches the way the small flames light Tommy’s face, the way the shadows will occasionally shift, and he gets too distracted to eat for a moment. When Tommy takes a bite and lets out an appreciative groan, Buck remembers he’s supposed to be eating his dinner and smiles to himself for being so sappy.

“God, this is so good,” Tommy says, reaching over to squeeze his wrist. “Thank you for making dinner.”

Buck shifts happily in his seat and shrugs. Tommy’s hand moves to cover his, and Buck’s eyes go from his plate to Tommy’s face. And if Tommy had been beautiful in the candlelight, he was breathtaking when he was looking at Buck with a soft, sweet smile—even with a tiny bit of sauce on his lip.

“You’re beautiful,” Tommy says, and Buck flushes. “I think I should break out the candles more often. You’re ethereal.”

“I don’t think anyone’s ever called me that,” Buck says, lifting Tommy’s hand so he can press a kiss to his knuckles and smiling when Tommy’s own smile widens. “But I agree, the candles should be a new thing. You look pretty perfect yourself.”

They eat their dinner like that, with their hands held on the table between them. It means that Tommy has to eat left-handed, but he’s comfortable doing that. Buck knows that he’s sprained his right wrist twice, that his mom was left-handed, and that he once cut his right ring finger so badly it needed stitches and was in a splint while it healed.

He’s collected little facts about Tommy whenever he could, and he’d asked him if he was ambidextrous when he noticed Tommy would switch his paintbrush between his left and right hands easily. The answer was “kind of,” and Buck found out how he’d gotten comfortable using his left hand for a lot of things. He soaks in every new bit of information, tucking it away with everything else he’s ever hyperfixated on in his life. He knows that the largest land animal to have ever lived is the Argentinosaurus, and he knows that Tommy Kinard never bites directly into apples because his Nonno never did, so he cuts off slices and eats them piece by piece. And his Nonno did that because he grew up on a farm in southeastern Piedmont and had to avoid wormy apples all the time.

He knows that Tommy can’t stand the taste of radishes on their own, but he’ll eat them in salads. He has a “pseudoallergy” to morphine and gets itchy and miserable but doesn’t have a true reaction, but it’s listed as an allergy on his charts for simplicity’s sake. He thinks green caterpillars are really cute, but moths freak him out because he hates when their wings flap in his ear. He couldn’t say his own first name as a toddler, so he introduced himself as “Tomato” until his mom started calling him “Tommy.”

“What?” Tommy asks, and Buck realizes he’s been frozen with a fork halfway to his mouth for probably a while.

“Sorry,” Buck says, setting his fork down. He half-stands and reaches across to draw Tommy into a kiss. “Just—I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Tommy replies, smiling. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Buck sighs happily, sitting back in his chair and picking up his fork again. “I was going to ask earlier if you wanted to do something this weekend while we’re off.”

Tommy gestures toward the window with his fork, where rain is battering against the glass. “If the weather keeps up, we might be stuck inside while we watch Bake Off.”

“Oh no-o,” Buck says sarcastically, grinning. “Anything but that.”

“I know,” Tommy says, making a face. “I might even need to break out the heated blankets. It’ll be terrible.”

“We’ll have to make soup—”

“And hot chocolate—”

“—and tea—”

“—and bread to dip in the soup.”

They share a grin, and Buck squeezes Tommy’s hand, receiving an immediate answering squeeze.

When they finish their dinner, they rinse their plates off and leave them in the sink to go in the dishwasher in the morning. They debate about how to store the leftovers before just very quickly throwing them in the fridge and shutting the door before too much cold air can get out. Tommy checks the PG&E status site for their address while Buck pokes through the pantry for some cookies he’d stashed away.

“Should be back on by the time we wake up,” Tommy says, taking an offered cookie. “According to the infallible company that’s never been wrong about anything or set our state on fire.”

“Better hope it is or your truck is trapped in the garage,” Buck points out, and Tommy groans.

They bring the flashlight and one of the candles to their room, because there’s a loop in the candleholder and it makes Buck feel like he’s walking around an old haunted Victorian manor. He keeps it with him while he washes his face and brushes his teeth, except the effect is actually a little creepy in a mirror and he makes sinister faces and makes himself chuckle. He waits until Tommy’s in bed to blow out the candle and curls up with him, his face pressed into the warm skin on the back of Tommy’s shoulder.

“G’night, baby,” he mumbles.

“Good night, sweetheart,” Tommy mumbles back, burrowing back against him with a sigh. “Can you scratch my back?”

Buck smiles and does as he's asked, his strokes wide and lazy until Tommy's breathing deepens with sleep. He keeps it up until his hand stills and he drifts off to the sound of Tommy’s breathing and the rain pattering on their new roof.

#bucktommy #bucktommy fluffebruary #my fic

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