indoor-hermit

ninah rp blog

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

Blog info, Straight to the point:

Rules:

No zoophilia, pedophiles, racism, sexism, trans phobia, homophobia, you get the jist, I will block your ass.

HOWEVER: It's ok if it's a part of your oc, I understand that some ocs are made to be problematic, but if it feels like it's NOT a part of your oc, you. are. gone.

I'm ok with people flirting with him, trying to get in his pants, but he isn't most likely gonna reciprocate, and if it's a minor, he will feel disgusted.

In this blog, the hermit is around 36, he is kinda distanced from people, cold, he may be harsh when he feels threatened. Yes, he's ready to pull out a gun at any second but he is rational, he is willing to listen, he doesn't just jump at the opportunity to shoot someone, after all, he's also human, and strength is in numbers.

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

There was a light knock on his door. She stood outside, anxiously waiting for anyone to answer and let her inside.

-💫

"what is it?" he looked through the peephole at the woman in front of his door, starting to judge immediately "what you want?"

[luvbugyoungmi]

"Sorry to bother you, but could I take shelter here? I have no where else to go, I can help around too!" She said with a slight smile. She was about 4'9, having long black hair and big amber eyes.

(Forgot to turn anon off)

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"....why are you so short?" He asked, completely irrelevant, but he was curious. She looked harmless enough though, so he gently opened the door

[luvbugyoungmi]

"Both of my parents were short so I ended up getting unlucky with my height." *She said as she made her way inside, examining the entrance and hallway, then turning back to him. "Thank you so much for letting me in!"

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"ya ya" he nodded, a little bit in his own world already, not knowing what to do next

[luvbugyoungmi]

"Hm, is something wrong? I apologize if it felt like I forced you to let me in! N-no one else was answering, and this was the only house left to check..." She fidgeted with her hands, feeling bad."

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"no no, it's just I'm not fully... There yet" he quickly said, guestiring to his head, he wasn't fully sober yet, so he was prone to be quiet, and awkward

[luvbugyoungmi]

"Oh, understandable! Your house is nice, mine was extremely tiny." She said while making her way to the living room.

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

He nodded, letting her do what she wanted for now, he had shit to take care of

[luvbugyoungmi]

She opened the door to the living room, looking around before heading back into the hallway. She then walked to the kitchen, glancing at the fridge.

"Do you have some more drinks!! Like alcohol??"

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"depends, how old are you?" He won't be giving a minor alcohol, that would be just mental

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

I’ll pay you whatever let me peg pls

"not funny leb" he muttered, too busy dying on his bed, not knowing what to do, or what was even happening, burning up from the inside out, shaking, god, was he dying? Sure felt like it.

But the proposition, it lingered in his mind, ok, maybe he was considering it, but just a little bit, whatever would make the ache inside stop, he was getting desperate

[lebeneezer-m3i]

Or better yet, YOU can peg me!! *i laugh* hah.. I’m not kidding. And I’m hilarious.

-Leb

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

He grumbled into the blankets, too shaky to do anything right now, wanting to bury underground, at least it would be cold there. "I'm dying, do something instead of fucking around" he whinnied, yup, very dramatic alright, thank fucking god he wasn't too 'sick' or no one in the house would hear the end of it (like a husky, he can be really drastic). She could do something instead of doing jackshit, maybe throw him into the bathtub and run cold water, drag him to the basement, cover him in ice, anything. He wiped his face again, his eyebrows damp with sweat, he could even feel it run down his nose ridge, and down his Cupid's bow, was it normal to sweat so much from a simple fever?

[lebeneezer-m3i]

Alright alright!!! *I sit down next to him and pat his back, my hand sliding down slowly* soo..

-Leb

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"I'm dying" he whined, shivering at the touch, wherever her hand lingered, it left white searing shivers, not entirely bad, but didn't feel good either, that's for sure, it made him want to itch himself until it went away. Although it was a little soothing, just a little bit, made him less jumpy.

[lebeneezer-m3i]

Jesus you’re like a dog in heat, which is kinda ironic since I’m a hybrid. Anyways, *I lay down next to him and face him* Dan, look at me. C’mon.

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"no, I'm dying, I'm actually dying, this is the end" he complained, reluctantly looking at her, trying not to scratch a hole in his neck right now, using his legs to push himself up along the mattress, until his forehead hit the bedframe with a dull thun, pressing it against the cold wood, finally, some relief (he's having a moment)

[lebeneezer-m3i]

You’re not gonna die holy moly. I’m not sure what’s wrong with you since I’m pretty sure your a human but there’s certain things I do when I’m in heat! Sometimes I eat foods I like, or take a cold shower, it helps for a little but it’s always good when I can find someone to help end my heat naturally.. you do know how that works right..?

-Leb

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

He just stared, letting it sink in, grinding his teeth together without realising "well which one is the fastest?" He finally asked, although all this still felt ridiculous, fate really had it after him now, didn't it? But it started to annoy him, he just wanted the feeling to stop, was that too much to ask for? Whatever got it to stop, he was in

[lebeneezer-m3i]

Hah- well ummmm… a good fuck…?

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

He grumbled out something about not being a whore, pressing himself harder against the cold wood, trying to will it all away, maybe if he wished hard enough it all would go away, but deep down he knew it was useless

[lebeneezer-m3i]

*i giggle* are you really jsut gonna lay there? And do NOTHING about it..? Cmonnnnnn.. I can help~

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

He raised an eyebrow, judging, but didn't say anything back for a long while. "Yaaaa... I'm not really, you know" he muttered, he wasn't ready for a fuck, not after loosing his wife, he doubt anyone could make him feel like she did anyways, her hands were magic after all. But he wasn't gonna stop Leb either, he wouldn't do much, sure, but wouldn't stop her, whatever made this go away

[lebeneezer-m3i]

Oh.. *I look away* sorry.. I didn’t mean to um.. make it awkward.. I just uh.. wanted to help Y’know? *I go quiet*

-Leb

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

He grunted "do what you want, just don't make it gay" you know what he meant, no butt stuff, he still had some dignity

[lebeneezer-m3i]

I find that very offensive. I love my pink glittery strap. And that was not clear consent. You have to say yes. I won’t help you if you don’t.

//im going insane

-Leb

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"glitter strap on, for what? An itchy ass afterwards?" He grumbled out, shivering, that sounded like a nightmare, just an ass full of glitter after, digging in where it shouldn't. "And FINE- yes! now get it over with" he was losing his patience quite quickly, who wouldn't when running a raging fever without the fever bit?

[lebeneezer-m3i]

Okay okay!!!!! Jesus! *I take my socks off* well!? Get to it! *I throw a sock at his head with a snicker*

-Leb

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

He didn't want to, he really didn't want to, well, to get undressed, not the sex, he wanted that. But getting naked was just so much effort, too much.

But he got started anyways, trying to pull the shirt off with a hiss, it felt like rubbing sand paper over his skin, a fucking nightmare, like he was gonna get a rash any second, moving hurt in general

[lebeneezer-m3i]

Dude.. do you need help getting undressed. Seriously you’re like a fucking baby. I’ve gone through over 20 heats and you can’t even handle one!

-Leb

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"oh I'm sorry ms. Im-fucking-perfect-and-stong, but it hurts, ok?! Give me a break" he hissed back, sitting up and holding out his arms, clearly, he wanted her to do it, feeling a little lazy and dramatic

[lebeneezer-m3i]

*I tug his shirt off with a sigh* there. Better?

-Leb

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"ya, keep going" he muttered, lifting up his ass form the mattress, she might as well do all the work

[lebeneezer-m3i]

*I shimmy his pants down*

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

He just awkwardly laid there, not knowing what to do now, letting her take care of him, but he did let out a sigh of relief once the clothes were off, now just in his boxers, he wasn't even hard, was he supposed to be hard? He didn't know

[lebeneezer-m3i]

There. Do you feel any better now? *I place the back of my hand on his forehead* you feel a little cooler. Still burning up though.

-Leb

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"Mhm" he simply hummed back, leaning into the touch, letting himself arch, wanting more, even if the touch hurt a little

[lebeneezer-m3i]

Heh.. you’re really cute you know that? And handsome..*I say a little quieter, my face suddenly pink*

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"i know I am" he said back bluntly, he knew alright, he had a mirror in the bathroom for a reason. It clocked in a few seconds later that he should compliment her back "um, you have a nice nose?" He doesn't know how to compliment

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"How are ya' pregnant...?" "That goes against literally every biology book I've ever picked up." The self-proclaimed "man of science" was baffled by this. As he said, it went against all of his teachings. He wouldn't believe it if everyone wasn't going around saying it... But, everyone was going around saying it. "Are ya' trans?" He bluntly asked, tilting his head. - @the-ecology-major

"no, I'm not pregnant or that weird trans thing, now piss off" fuck off, why did people keep asking that? It was so annoying

[the-ecology-major]

He put his hands up in a mock surrender. "Christ, man, I was jus' askin' since everyone's runnin' 'round saying it." He mumbled, rolling his eyes. "Ya' gotta understand why I'm curious 'bout it. It ain't every day ya' hear that a man is pregnant... Even if yer' sayin' ya' not."

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"Well I'm not, end of conversation."

[the-ecology-major]

"Yea, yea whatever."

"..."

"If ya' find out you are can I like... study ya'?"

He asked, trying to sound as polite with it as he possibly could, though it still sounded odd...

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"No. I'm not a lab rat" ya, he definitely won't let him near him now, he doesn't need a prob up his ass

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

Dan was feeling rather hot lately, at first, he thought he caught the damn fever form the smoker, but it sure didn't feel like one, he was just uncomfortable hot, nothing more, nothing less.

So? Best solution? Was walking around the house in a t-shirt and sweat pants, anything else but denim, but he still felt unbearably hot. Not to mention the weird, specific cravings he was having about specific things... (People)

//Alright, have at him guys! And don't worry, everyone can fuck him, he's free for all, I won't reserve it just for one person, pass him around for all I care, go wild, make groups whatever you want, as long as your ocs ain't minors and don't act or look like minors, I don't care

[lungcancer-onitsway]

He stumbled up to the man and gave him a stare

"... Finally took off that disgusting whatever that was you were wearing before...?"

He smirked

"... What's it called, that turtleneck?".

He folded his arms and stared blankly at him

"... You're pretty cute, Dan..."

He joked and chuckled at his own words, but had to cough right after. He hoped it was obvious he was just teasing the other... Right?

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"Huh? The fuck did you say?" He didn't catch a word, confused, not one, too busy dying on his mattress, sweating bullets. "I think you got me sick, I'm dying, am I dying? Feels like I'm dying" yup, he's a very dramatic man when he was sick, although he was anything but sick right now.

He couldn't take it anymore, quickly getting up to go to his wordroble, rooting around for some thinner clothes, genuinely tweaking out, the fuck was going on?

[lungcancer-onitsway]

".... Just take your shirt off, man, no one cares..."

"... Or even your pants... Haven't you seen that guy in the kitchen? He barely has anything on."

He wiped the sweat off his forehead. He was pretty used to it by now

"... You're not dying, I had it way worse and I survived................ After the ambulance took me but you get what I mean."

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

He gave him a look, like fuck was he undressing more, he didn't need to be more bare then he already was. But, the shirt was sticking too much, so he reluctantly slipped it off, he was nothing impressive by any means, didn't work out or eat well, bit of chub, hairy, no muscle. Just your average block"there, happy?" He snapped, the heat was still there, bothering him, he couldn't stand it

[lungcancer-onitsway]

He didn't really give a reaction to seeing the other shirtless. It was another man anyway... It's not weird... Or anything at all...

"... It's for your sake. I don't care."

He shrugged but his smirk slowly came back again

"..."

"... I don't mind this though..."

He teased him once again. Thankfully he was feverish enough to excuse his redness by that.

"... But if you're so annoyed then why won't you just take a shower...? Don't take a cold one, you'll have a heart attack, but just to wash the sweat off..."

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

He was quiet for a second, scared to say the reason "it- it hurts, ok? It really hurts" he muttered out, he tried to take a shower, he really did, but the water felt like someone was trying to pressure wash him, and the spong was like grinding nails on his skin, it was just too much

[lungcancer-onitsway]

"..."

"... Man, I'll just splash you with water..."

He rolled his eyes, clearly joking. Ironic how this man was trying to convince another to shower. What a hypocrite.

"... I'm the one who's supposed to be the one in the worse state, not you. I can't stand it."

That was probably his twisted way of trying to say he's concerned. Of course, he couldn't actually say that or he might actually look like he actually cares about someone else for a moment. How scary.

"What do you even need?"

He spat out. His tone sounded a little more harsh than he intended but he hoped the message would come through anyway

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"don't fucking yell at me!" He snapped back, tearing up a little, he didn't know what he wanted, well he did, he wanted that stupid fever gone, but didn't know how to get rid of it "just fucking do something, I don't know, make yourself useful, make it stop" he hissed out

[lungcancer-onitsway]

He sighed and just slowly backed away to the door and grabbed the knob

"... I can leave you alone if that's what you need... I don't know..."

He was quite clueless on what he could possibly do. He was never in situations like this, it was unusual, so the first thought obviously that came to him was just leaving

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"I DIDNT TELL YOU TO LEAVE, I TOLD YOU TO FUCKIGN DO SOMETHING" he yelled, now in tears, dramatic as a husky, he hated being sick, and this felt like being sick, and he wanted it to stop so bad, but he didn't know how to make it stop

[lungcancer-onitsway]

"..."

He had no words. What could he do? He was completely useless. He just stared blankly, his arm dropping to his side, but he didn't walk back

"... I don't know what to do."

He said with pure honesty

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"well do something, anything, it really hurts" he was full on crying now breaking down right then and there, tears running down, ever thing was just hurting so much, it hurt to think, to breath, he felt like he wanted to peel his skin off, it was just so sensitive, to the point where it was painful.

[lungcancer-onitsway]

He pulled himself together and walked up to him. He couldn't stand feeling so useless. Especially not with him

"Okay calm yourself, you grown baby. Crying won't fix things."

He carefully grabbed his shoulders and shook him. It wasn't really aggressive.

"Come on! I'm right here, man! Just say something! I can't do anything if all you do is sob and fall apart!"

"What do you want?!"

Even with his harsh tone his voice was lower than before. He was ironically gentle this time despite everything

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

He hissed at the touch, it burned, so damn much, looking all pissed off at him. "Well not that- ow! It hurts!" It felt like pressing down on second degree burns. He quickly got annoyed, grabbing him by the clothes and throwing him at the damn bed, nearly knocking him out on the headboard.

He then decided to snuggle close, getting comfortable, well, the poor smoker wasn't moving anytime soon. His soft sobs subsided slowly, sure, it hurt a little to lay on anything, but not too much. He tried to focus on the heartbeat and breathing pattern, trying to lull himself to sleep, shaking his foot. Maybe if he would get a nap in, it would go away.

[lungcancer-onitsway]

He was stunned for sure, he didn't really know what to say or do. He simply let him lay there... It was hard to admit to himself, but felt nice for once.

"..."

He shifted carefully to make himself more comfortable and just stared

"... Is this enough to calm you?..."

He said quietly. He really just hoped he wouldn't have to watch him suffer for longer

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

He muttered something, nodding his head, trying to drift off to sleep, forcing his eyes shut, shaking, all twitchy and jumpy

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

Since you're the owner of cat and kitty, I give you a pack of lint rollers. Good luck for shedding season

"Mhm, thanks" he may not sound like it, but he's grateful

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

You’re Irish?!?

//Guess :) (not fully, no, but I live here)

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

I MISSED YOU!

Omg thank you! sorry, I'm kinda dying rn, work and shit, but I should be back on Monday, this Monday specifically (Ireland is also having a revolution rn, so, you know)

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

Happy Easter

"Mhm, nice abortion" he's side eyeing it, like it would bite him

//IM BACK

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

I’ll pay you whatever let me peg pls

"not funny leb" he muttered, too busy dying on his bed, not knowing what to do, or what was even happening, burning up from the inside out, shaking, god, was he dying? Sure felt like it.

But the proposition, it lingered in his mind, ok, maybe he was considering it, but just a little bit, whatever would make the ache inside stop, he was getting desperate

[lebeneezer-m3i]

Or better yet, YOU can peg me!! *i laugh* hah.. I’m not kidding. And I’m hilarious.

-Leb

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

He grumbled into the blankets, too shaky to do anything right now, wanting to bury underground, at least it would be cold there. "I'm dying, do something instead of fucking around" he whinnied, yup, very dramatic alright, thank fucking god he wasn't too 'sick' or no one in the house would hear the end of it (like a husky, he can be really drastic). She could do something instead of doing jackshit, maybe throw him into the bathtub and run cold water, drag him to the basement, cover him in ice, anything. He wiped his face again, his eyebrows damp with sweat, he could even feel it run down his nose ridge, and down his Cupid's bow, was it normal to sweat so much from a simple fever?

[lebeneezer-m3i]

Alright alright!!! *I sit down next to him and pat his back, my hand sliding down slowly* soo..

-Leb

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"I'm dying" he whined, shivering at the touch, wherever her hand lingered, it left white searing shivers, not entirely bad, but didn't feel good either, that's for sure, it made him want to itch himself until it went away. Although it was a little soothing, just a little bit, made him less jumpy.

[lebeneezer-m3i]

Jesus you’re like a dog in heat, which is kinda ironic since I’m a hybrid. Anyways, *I lay down next to him and face him* Dan, look at me. C’mon.

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"no, I'm dying, I'm actually dying, this is the end" he complained, reluctantly looking at her, trying not to scratch a hole in his neck right now, using his legs to push himself up along the mattress, until his forehead hit the bedframe with a dull thun, pressing it against the cold wood, finally, some relief (he's having a moment)

[lebeneezer-m3i]

You’re not gonna die holy moly. I’m not sure what’s wrong with you since I’m pretty sure your a human but there’s certain things I do when I’m in heat! Sometimes I eat foods I like, or take a cold shower, it helps for a little but it’s always good when I can find someone to help end my heat naturally.. you do know how that works right..?

-Leb

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

He just stared, letting it sink in, grinding his teeth together without realising "well which one is the fastest?" He finally asked, although all this still felt ridiculous, fate really had it after him now, didn't it? But it started to annoy him, he just wanted the feeling to stop, was that too much to ask for? Whatever got it to stop, he was in

[lebeneezer-m3i]

Hah- well ummmm… a good fuck…?

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

He grumbled out something about not being a whore, pressing himself harder against the cold wood, trying to will it all away, maybe if he wished hard enough it all would go away, but deep down he knew it was useless

[lebeneezer-m3i]

*i giggle* are you really jsut gonna lay there? And do NOTHING about it..? Cmonnnnnn.. I can help~

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

He raised an eyebrow, judging, but didn't say anything back for a long while. "Yaaaa... I'm not really, you know" he muttered, he wasn't ready for a fuck, not after loosing his wife, he doubt anyone could make him feel like she did anyways, her hands were magic after all. But he wasn't gonna stop Leb either, he wouldn't do much, sure, but wouldn't stop her, whatever made this go away

[lebeneezer-m3i]

Oh.. *I look away* sorry.. I didn’t mean to um.. make it awkward.. I just uh.. wanted to help Y’know? *I go quiet*

-Leb

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

He grunted "do what you want, just don't make it gay" you know what he meant, no butt stuff, he still had some dignity

[lebeneezer-m3i]

I find that very offensive. I love my pink glittery strap. And that was not clear consent. You have to say yes. I won’t help you if you don’t.

//im going insane

-Leb

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"glitter strap on, for what? An itchy ass afterwards?" He grumbled out, shivering, that sounded like a nightmare, just an ass full of glitter after, digging in where it shouldn't. "And FINE- yes! now get it over with" he was losing his patience quite quickly, who wouldn't when running a raging fever without the fever bit?

[lebeneezer-m3i]

Okay okay!!!!! Jesus! *I take my socks off* well!? Get to it! *I throw a sock at his head with a snicker*

-Leb

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

He didn't want to, he really didn't want to, well, to get undressed, not the sex, he wanted that. But getting naked was just so much effort, too much.

But he got started anyways, trying to pull the shirt off with a hiss, it felt like rubbing sand paper over his skin, a fucking nightmare, like he was gonna get a rash any second, moving hurt in general

[lebeneezer-m3i]

Dude.. do you need help getting undressed. Seriously you’re like a fucking baby. I’ve gone through over 20 heats and you can’t even handle one!

-Leb

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"oh I'm sorry ms. Im-fucking-perfect-and-stong, but it hurts, ok?! Give me a break" he hissed back, sitting up and holding out his arms, clearly, he wanted her to do it, feeling a little lazy and dramatic

[lebeneezer-m3i]

*I tug his shirt off with a sigh* there. Better?

-Leb

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"ya, keep going" he muttered, lifting up his ass form the mattress, she might as well do all the work

[lebeneezer-m3i]

*I shimmy his pants down*

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

He just awkwardly laid there, not knowing what to do now, letting her take care of him, but he did let out a sigh of relief once the clothes were off, now just in his boxers, he wasn't even hard, was he supposed to be hard? He didn't know

[lebeneezer-m3i]

There. Do you feel any better now? *I place the back of my hand on his forehead* you feel a little cooler. Still burning up though.

-Leb

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"Mhm" he simply hummed back, leaning into the touch, letting himself arch, wanting more, even if the touch hurt a little

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

Hermit pets make a mine where the miners are the kids, our lovely 67 kids

"wha" he did not understand a word, not one

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

Uncle can I eat a

"no. You can't eat" he hissed out. But, like any good father (mother in his case) he still went off to make them food

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

Dan was feeling rather hot lately, at first, he thought he caught the damn fever form the smoker, but it sure didn't feel like one, he was just uncomfortable hot, nothing more, nothing less.

So? Best solution? Was walking around the house in a t-shirt and sweat pants, anything else but denim, but he still felt unbearably hot. Not to mention the weird, specific cravings he was having about specific things... (People)

//Alright, have at him guys! And don't worry, everyone can fuck him, he's free for all, I won't reserve it just for one person, pass him around for all I care, go wild, make groups whatever you want, as long as your ocs ain't minors and don't act or look like minors, I don't care

[lungcancer-onitsway]

He stumbled up to the man and gave him a stare

"... Finally took off that disgusting whatever that was you were wearing before...?"

He smirked

"... What's it called, that turtleneck?".

He folded his arms and stared blankly at him

"... You're pretty cute, Dan..."

He joked and chuckled at his own words, but had to cough right after. He hoped it was obvious he was just teasing the other... Right?

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"Huh? The fuck did you say?" He didn't catch a word, confused, not one, too busy dying on his mattress, sweating bullets. "I think you got me sick, I'm dying, am I dying? Feels like I'm dying" yup, he's a very dramatic man when he was sick, although he was anything but sick right now.

He couldn't take it anymore, quickly getting up to go to his wordroble, rooting around for some thinner clothes, genuinely tweaking out, the fuck was going on?

[lungcancer-onitsway]

".... Just take your shirt off, man, no one cares..."

"... Or even your pants... Haven't you seen that guy in the kitchen? He barely has anything on."

He wiped the sweat off his forehead. He was pretty used to it by now

"... You're not dying, I had it way worse and I survived................ After the ambulance took me but you get what I mean."

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

He gave him a look, like fuck was he undressing more, he didn't need to be more bare then he already was. But, the shirt was sticking too much, so he reluctantly slipped it off, he was nothing impressive by any means, didn't work out or eat well, bit of chub, hairy, no muscle. Just your average block"there, happy?" He snapped, the heat was still there, bothering him, he couldn't stand it

[lungcancer-onitsway]

He didn't really give a reaction to seeing the other shirtless. It was another man anyway... It's not weird... Or anything at all...

"... It's for your sake. I don't care."

He shrugged but his smirk slowly came back again

"..."

"... I don't mind this though..."

He teased him once again. Thankfully he was feverish enough to excuse his redness by that.

"... But if you're so annoyed then why won't you just take a shower...? Don't take a cold one, you'll have a heart attack, but just to wash the sweat off..."

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

He was quiet for a second, scared to say the reason "it- it hurts, ok? It really hurts" he muttered out, he tried to take a shower, he really did, but the water felt like someone was trying to pressure wash him, and the spong was like grinding nails on his skin, it was just too much

[lungcancer-onitsway]

"..."

"... Man, I'll just splash you with water..."

He rolled his eyes, clearly joking. Ironic how this man was trying to convince another to shower. What a hypocrite.

"... I'm the one who's supposed to be the one in the worse state, not you. I can't stand it."

That was probably his twisted way of trying to say he's concerned. Of course, he couldn't actually say that or he might actually look like he actually cares about someone else for a moment. How scary.

"What do you even need?"

He spat out. His tone sounded a little more harsh than he intended but he hoped the message would come through anyway

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"don't fucking yell at me!" He snapped back, tearing up a little, he didn't know what he wanted, well he did, he wanted that stupid fever gone, but didn't know how to get rid of it "just fucking do something, I don't know, make yourself useful, make it stop" he hissed out

[lungcancer-onitsway]

He sighed and just slowly backed away to the door and grabbed the knob

"... I can leave you alone if that's what you need... I don't know..."

He was quite clueless on what he could possibly do. He was never in situations like this, it was unusual, so the first thought obviously that came to him was just leaving

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"I DIDNT TELL YOU TO LEAVE, I TOLD YOU TO FUCKIGN DO SOMETHING" he yelled, now in tears, dramatic as a husky, he hated being sick, and this felt like being sick, and he wanted it to stop so bad, but he didn't know how to make it stop

[lungcancer-onitsway]

"..."

He had no words. What could he do? He was completely useless. He just stared blankly, his arm dropping to his side, but he didn't walk back

"... I don't know what to do."

He said with pure honesty

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"well do something, anything, it really hurts" he was full on crying now breaking down right then and there, tears running down, ever thing was just hurting so much, it hurt to think, to breath, he felt like he wanted to peel his skin off, it was just so sensitive, to the point where it was painful.

[lungcancer-onitsway]

He pulled himself together and walked up to him. He couldn't stand feeling so useless. Especially not with him

"Okay calm yourself, you grown baby. Crying won't fix things."

He carefully grabbed his shoulders and shook him. It wasn't really aggressive.

"Come on! I'm right here, man! Just say something! I can't do anything if all you do is sob and fall apart!"

"What do you want?!"

Even with his harsh tone his voice was lower than before. He was ironically gentle this time despite everything

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

He hissed at the touch, it burned, so damn much, looking all pissed off at him. "Well not that- ow! It hurts!" It felt like pressing down on second degree burns. He quickly got annoyed, grabbing him by the clothes and throwing him at the damn bed, nearly knocking him out on the headboard.

He then decided to snuggle close, getting comfortable, well, the poor smoker wasn't moving anytime soon. His soft sobs subsided slowly, sure, it hurt a little to lay on anything, but not too much. He tried to focus on the heartbeat and breathing pattern, trying to lull himself to sleep, shaking his foot. Maybe if he would get a nap in, it would go away.

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

Dan was feeling rather hot lately, at first, he thought he caught the damn fever form the smoker, but it sure didn't feel like one, he was just uncomfortable hot, nothing more, nothing less.

So? Best solution? Was walking around the house in a t-shirt and sweat pants, anything else but denim, but he still felt unbearably hot. Not to mention the weird, specific cravings he was having about specific things... (People)

//Alright, have at him guys! And don't worry, everyone can fuck him, he's free for all, I won't reserve it just for one person, pass him around for all I care, go wild, make groups whatever you want, as long as your ocs ain't minors and don't act or look like minors, I don't care

[lungcancer-onitsway]

He stumbled up to the man and gave him a stare

"... Finally took off that disgusting whatever that was you were wearing before...?"

He smirked

"... What's it called, that turtleneck?".

He folded his arms and stared blankly at him

"... You're pretty cute, Dan..."

He joked and chuckled at his own words, but had to cough right after. He hoped it was obvious he was just teasing the other... Right?

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"Huh? The fuck did you say?" He didn't catch a word, confused, not one, too busy dying on his mattress, sweating bullets. "I think you got me sick, I'm dying, am I dying? Feels like I'm dying" yup, he's a very dramatic man when he was sick, although he was anything but sick right now.

He couldn't take it anymore, quickly getting up to go to his wordroble, rooting around for some thinner clothes, genuinely tweaking out, the fuck was going on?

[lungcancer-onitsway]

".... Just take your shirt off, man, no one cares..."

"... Or even your pants... Haven't you seen that guy in the kitchen? He barely has anything on."

He wiped the sweat off his forehead. He was pretty used to it by now

"... You're not dying, I had it way worse and I survived................ After the ambulance took me but you get what I mean."

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

He gave him a look, like fuck was he undressing more, he didn't need to be more bare then he already was. But, the shirt was sticking too much, so he reluctantly slipped it off, he was nothing impressive by any means, didn't work out or eat well, bit of chub, hairy, no muscle. Just your average block"there, happy?" He snapped, the heat was still there, bothering him, he couldn't stand it

[lungcancer-onitsway]

He didn't really give a reaction to seeing the other shirtless. It was another man anyway... It's not weird... Or anything at all...

"... It's for your sake. I don't care."

He shrugged but his smirk slowly came back again

"..."

"... I don't mind this though..."

He teased him once again. Thankfully he was feverish enough to excuse his redness by that.

"... But if you're so annoyed then why won't you just take a shower...? Don't take a cold one, you'll have a heart attack, but just to wash the sweat off..."

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

He was quiet for a second, scared to say the reason "it- it hurts, ok? It really hurts" he muttered out, he tried to take a shower, he really did, but the water felt like someone was trying to pressure wash him, and the spong was like grinding nails on his skin, it was just too much

[lungcancer-onitsway]

"..."

"... Man, I'll just splash you with water..."

He rolled his eyes, clearly joking. Ironic how this man was trying to convince another to shower. What a hypocrite.

"... I'm the one who's supposed to be the one in the worse state, not you. I can't stand it."

That was probably his twisted way of trying to say he's concerned. Of course, he couldn't actually say that or he might actually look like he actually cares about someone else for a moment. How scary.

"What do you even need?"

He spat out. His tone sounded a little more harsh than he intended but he hoped the message would come through anyway

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"don't fucking yell at me!" He snapped back, tearing up a little, he didn't know what he wanted, well he did, he wanted that stupid fever gone, but didn't know how to get rid of it "just fucking do something, I don't know, make yourself useful, make it stop" he hissed out

[lungcancer-onitsway]

He sighed and just slowly backed away to the door and grabbed the knob

"... I can leave you alone if that's what you need... I don't know..."

He was quite clueless on what he could possibly do. He was never in situations like this, it was unusual, so the first thought obviously that came to him was just leaving

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"I DIDNT TELL YOU TO LEAVE, I TOLD YOU TO FUCKIGN DO SOMETHING" he yelled, now in tears, dramatic as a husky, he hated being sick, and this felt like being sick, and he wanted it to stop so bad, but he didn't know how to make it stop

[lungcancer-onitsway]

"..."

He had no words. What could he do? He was completely useless. He just stared blankly, his arm dropping to his side, but he didn't walk back

"... I don't know what to do."

He said with pure honesty

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"well do something, anything, it really hurts" he was full on crying now breaking down right then and there, tears running down, ever thing was just hurting so much, it hurt to think, to breath, he felt like he wanted to peel his skin off, it was just so sensitive, to the point where it was painful.

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

Dan was feeling rather hot lately, at first, he thought he caught the damn fever form the smoker, but it sure didn't feel like one, he was just uncomfortable hot, nothing more, nothing less.

So? Best solution? Was walking around the house in a t-shirt and sweat pants, anything else but denim, but he still felt unbearably hot. Not to mention the weird, specific cravings he was having about specific things... (People)

//Alright, have at him guys! And don't worry, everyone can fuck him, he's free for all, I won't reserve it just for one person, pass him around for all I care, go wild, make groups whatever you want, as long as your ocs ain't minors and don't act or look like minors, I don't care

[lungcancer-onitsway]

He stumbled up to the man and gave him a stare

"... Finally took off that disgusting whatever that was you were wearing before...?"

He smirked

"... What's it called, that turtleneck?".

He folded his arms and stared blankly at him

"... You're pretty cute, Dan..."

He joked and chuckled at his own words, but had to cough right after. He hoped it was obvious he was just teasing the other... Right?

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"Huh? The fuck did you say?" He didn't catch a word, confused, not one, too busy dying on his mattress, sweating bullets. "I think you got me sick, I'm dying, am I dying? Feels like I'm dying" yup, he's a very dramatic man when he was sick, although he was anything but sick right now.

He couldn't take it anymore, quickly getting up to go to his wordroble, rooting around for some thinner clothes, genuinely tweaking out, the fuck was going on?

[lungcancer-onitsway]

".... Just take your shirt off, man, no one cares..."

"... Or even your pants... Haven't you seen that guy in the kitchen? He barely has anything on."

He wiped the sweat off his forehead. He was pretty used to it by now

"... You're not dying, I had it way worse and I survived................ After the ambulance took me but you get what I mean."

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

He gave him a look, like fuck was he undressing more, he didn't need to be more bare then he already was. But, the shirt was sticking too much, so he reluctantly slipped it off, he was nothing impressive by any means, didn't work out or eat well, bit of chub, hairy, no muscle. Just your average block"there, happy?" He snapped, the heat was still there, bothering him, he couldn't stand it

[lungcancer-onitsway]

He didn't really give a reaction to seeing the other shirtless. It was another man anyway... It's not weird... Or anything at all...

"... It's for your sake. I don't care."

He shrugged but his smirk slowly came back again

"..."

"... I don't mind this though..."

He teased him once again. Thankfully he was feverish enough to excuse his redness by that.

"... But if you're so annoyed then why won't you just take a shower...? Don't take a cold one, you'll have a heart attack, but just to wash the sweat off..."

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

He was quiet for a second, scared to say the reason "it- it hurts, ok? It really hurts" he muttered out, he tried to take a shower, he really did, but the water felt like someone was trying to pressure wash him, and the spong was like grinding nails on his skin, it was just too much

[lungcancer-onitsway]

"..."

"... Man, I'll just splash you with water..."

He rolled his eyes, clearly joking. Ironic how this man was trying to convince another to shower. What a hypocrite.

"... I'm the one who's supposed to be the one in the worse state, not you. I can't stand it."

That was probably his twisted way of trying to say he's concerned. Of course, he couldn't actually say that or he might actually look like he actually cares about someone else for a moment. How scary.

"What do you even need?"

He spat out. His tone sounded a little more harsh than he intended but he hoped the message would come through anyway

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"don't fucking yell at me!" He snapped back, tearing up a little, he didn't know what he wanted, well he did, he wanted that stupid fever gone, but didn't know how to get rid of it "just fucking do something, I don't know, make yourself useful, make it stop" he hissed out

[lungcancer-onitsway]

He sighed and just slowly backed away to the door and grabbed the knob

"... I can leave you alone if that's what you need... I don't know..."

He was quite clueless on what he could possibly do. He was never in situations like this, it was unusual, so the first thought obviously that came to him was just leaving

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"I DIDNT TELL YOU TO LEAVE, I TOLD YOU TO FUCKIGN DO SOMETHING" he yelled, now in tears, dramatic as a husky, he hated being sick, and this felt like being sick, and he wanted it to stop so bad, but he didn't know how to make it stop

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

“Dan.. are you. Doing okay? You’re not your usual self..”

The tall man gives the man on the bed a concerned look

“You seem.. very uncomfortable. Is there’s anything i could do for you to help?”

He slowly walks through the open doorway, further into the homeowner’s bedroom

- @your-local-humantruder

"I don't know, everything burns" he muttered, he was just planning on rotting in his room until whatever virus he caught would go away. His eyes lingered on the fella, squinting to see better "when the fuck did you start looking like... This" last time he remembered, he was all skin and bones, and, well, monstrous

[your-local-humantruder]

“It’s.. a long story.. and, are you implying that i look good? Hehe.”

The teased, a small smirk on his face. Then he thinks for a small moment, approaching the feverish man

“Hm, let me feel you to check your temperature..”

He presses the back of his cold fingers against the hermit’s cheek feeling the head and attempting to serve as some sort of aid to this man’s discomfort.

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

He hummed, leaning into the touch, burning up, practically climbing into his lap, he was still a good bit cool from his visitor times, but not by much "everything hurts, make it stop" he complained, he just wanted the stupid warmth to go away, and the itch deep in his skin

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

I’ll pay you whatever let me peg pls

"not funny leb" he muttered, too busy dying on his bed, not knowing what to do, or what was even happening, burning up from the inside out, shaking, god, was he dying? Sure felt like it.

But the proposition, it lingered in his mind, ok, maybe he was considering it, but just a little bit, whatever would make the ache inside stop, he was getting desperate

[lebeneezer-m3i]

Or better yet, YOU can peg me!! *i laugh* hah.. I’m not kidding. And I’m hilarious.

-Leb

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

He grumbled into the blankets, too shaky to do anything right now, wanting to bury underground, at least it would be cold there. "I'm dying, do something instead of fucking around" he whinnied, yup, very dramatic alright, thank fucking god he wasn't too 'sick' or no one in the house would hear the end of it (like a husky, he can be really drastic). She could do something instead of doing jackshit, maybe throw him into the bathtub and run cold water, drag him to the basement, cover him in ice, anything. He wiped his face again, his eyebrows damp with sweat, he could even feel it run down his nose ridge, and down his Cupid's bow, was it normal to sweat so much from a simple fever?

[lebeneezer-m3i]

Alright alright!!! *I sit down next to him and pat his back, my hand sliding down slowly* soo..

-Leb

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"I'm dying" he whined, shivering at the touch, wherever her hand lingered, it left white searing shivers, not entirely bad, but didn't feel good either, that's for sure, it made him want to itch himself until it went away. Although it was a little soothing, just a little bit, made him less jumpy.

[lebeneezer-m3i]

Jesus you’re like a dog in heat, which is kinda ironic since I’m a hybrid. Anyways, *I lay down next to him and face him* Dan, look at me. C’mon.

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"no, I'm dying, I'm actually dying, this is the end" he complained, reluctantly looking at her, trying not to scratch a hole in his neck right now, using his legs to push himself up along the mattress, until his forehead hit the bedframe with a dull thun, pressing it against the cold wood, finally, some relief (he's having a moment)

[lebeneezer-m3i]

You’re not gonna die holy moly. I’m not sure what’s wrong with you since I’m pretty sure your a human but there’s certain things I do when I’m in heat! Sometimes I eat foods I like, or take a cold shower, it helps for a little but it’s always good when I can find someone to help end my heat naturally.. you do know how that works right..?

-Leb

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

He just stared, letting it sink in, grinding his teeth together without realising "well which one is the fastest?" He finally asked, although all this still felt ridiculous, fate really had it after him now, didn't it? But it started to annoy him, he just wanted the feeling to stop, was that too much to ask for? Whatever got it to stop, he was in

[lebeneezer-m3i]

Hah- well ummmm… a good fuck…?

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

He grumbled out something about not being a whore, pressing himself harder against the cold wood, trying to will it all away, maybe if he wished hard enough it all would go away, but deep down he knew it was useless

[lebeneezer-m3i]

*i giggle* are you really jsut gonna lay there? And do NOTHING about it..? Cmonnnnnn.. I can help~

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

He raised an eyebrow, judging, but didn't say anything back for a long while. "Yaaaa... I'm not really, you know" he muttered, he wasn't ready for a fuck, not after loosing his wife, he doubt anyone could make him feel like she did anyways, her hands were magic after all. But he wasn't gonna stop Leb either, he wouldn't do much, sure, but wouldn't stop her, whatever made this go away

[lebeneezer-m3i]

Oh.. *I look away* sorry.. I didn’t mean to um.. make it awkward.. I just uh.. wanted to help Y’know? *I go quiet*

-Leb

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

He grunted "do what you want, just don't make it gay" you know what he meant, no butt stuff, he still had some dignity

[lebeneezer-m3i]

I find that very offensive. I love my pink glittery strap. And that was not clear consent. You have to say yes. I won’t help you if you don’t.

//im going insane

-Leb

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"glitter strap on, for what? An itchy ass afterwards?" He grumbled out, shivering, that sounded like a nightmare, just an ass full of glitter after, digging in where it shouldn't. "And FINE- yes! now get it over with" he was losing his patience quite quickly, who wouldn't when running a raging fever without the fever bit?

[lebeneezer-m3i]

Okay okay!!!!! Jesus! *I take my socks off* well!? Get to it! *I throw a sock at his head with a snicker*

-Leb

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

He didn't want to, he really didn't want to, well, to get undressed, not the sex, he wanted that. But getting naked was just so much effort, too much.

But he got started anyways, trying to pull the shirt off with a hiss, it felt like rubbing sand paper over his skin, a fucking nightmare, like he was gonna get a rash any second, moving hurt in general

[lebeneezer-m3i]

Dude.. do you need help getting undressed. Seriously you’re like a fucking baby. I’ve gone through over 20 heats and you can’t even handle one!

-Leb

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"oh I'm sorry ms. Im-fucking-perfect-and-stong, but it hurts, ok?! Give me a break" he hissed back, sitting up and holding out his arms, clearly, he wanted her to do it, feeling a little lazy and dramatic

[lebeneezer-m3i]

*I tug his shirt off with a sigh* there. Better?

-Leb

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

"ya, keep going" he muttered, lifting up his ass form the mattress, she might as well do all the work

[lebeneezer-m3i]

*I shimmy his pants down*

[yourlocalhermitsblog]

He just awkwardly laid there, not knowing what to do now, letting her take care of him, but he did let out a sigh of relief once the clothes were off, now just in his boxers, he wasn't even hard, was he supposed to be hard? He didn't know