#I have such a big headache but I love them so much

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Strawberry Princess Chapter Six ‘Heated Kisses and Comfort Gifts’

Pairing - OT7 BTS x Reader , Hybrid!BTS x Hybrid!Reader

Genre - Hybrid!Au , Hybrid BTS x Hybrid Reader, fluff, angst, eventual smut, slow burn? , alternative reality , strangers to lovers , strangers to friends, friends to lovers

Warnings - so much fluff, the boys being sweethearts, Y/n doubts herself, slight anxiety, distress and cramps, tension, suggestive, kissing, gets quite steamy but NO SMUT YET - lmk if there’s any more !

Summary - When a certain hybrid starts to appear whenever Jungkook is at the gym, an immediate pull is felt between the two and their eventual friendship soon is spread to the rest of his pack.

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Breakfast or more like lunch, was filled with laughter and smiles even though everyone had a strong headache, they didn’t mind as the night that caused it was a memory that they wouldn’t trade for the world. They sat for over an hour, nibbling at Jins food and reminiscing the night before everyone started to finish up.

Y/n suddenly realised how she’d have to go home soon, she felt like they all knew that as a slightly less sweet air surrounded everyone, they all just hoped to see her as soon as possible, or for her to just not leave at all. Unfortunately they couldn’t have the second option that day as Y/n and Jungkook slowly stood up, he let her know that he would drive her home and she gathered her clothes and the clothes she intended to wash before returning along with her phone.

When she came back, Jungkook had put on his leather jacket and trainers, holding his car keys and looked ridiculously attractive and exactly what Y/n could describe as boyfriend material. His hair was messy as if he’d been running his hands through it over and over, or as if someone had been pulling it, his lips were slightly red and glossy as his tongue darted out to wipe over them, his tongue piercing catching the light for a split second. She found herself craving to be back in the moment where he kissed her and she knew she was staring at him like he was the tastiest thing she’d ever seen but he really was.

It was comical how different they looked next to eachother, Jungkook in all black with a black leather jacket to top it all off while Y/n was in Jins baby pink hoodie and soft cotton Pajama pants and fluffy pink socks. He towered over her too and they looked like complete opposites but it worked so well.

Y/n stopped her thirsty observation of Jungkook to look at the rest of his mates, still in the kitchen.

“Thank you all so much for an amazing night and for having me, your just so kind and lovely all of you and I hope we can see eachother again soon” - Y/n’s words brought a big smile to all of their faces as she spoke to them.

“Thank you for coming Y/n, we will see each other soon yeah?” - Namjoon spoke softly as he was standing by the kitchen island but was taken by complete surprise as Y/n seemed to hesitate for a split second before making her way over to him and wrapping her arms around him, her tail instinctively wrapping itself around him too as her head rested on his broad chest, well below his head as he looked down and wrapped his own arms around her smaller body, a wide smile and slight blush on his cheeks. It felt amazing to have her in his arms and he leant his head down to be closer to her and held his arms there until she started to loosen, pulling back with a smile that went up to her eyes.

She stepped away and moved to the closest person in the room who happened to be Jin, standing up next to the island too. She repeated her movements and Jin held her warmly with a gentle hold as if she was fragile but with enough strength to show he wanted her to stay forever.

They both hesitantly let go before she turned to the rest, all around the island table and Hoseok was the closest from her position, he opened his arms with a wide smile and she practically ran into his embrace, feeling more than happy to see he wanted it before she even got too close.

He squeezed her before they let go and Y/n moved down the table to Taehyung who looked at her, once she was within reach he grabbed her by her hips and pulled her in, she fell into his chest with her arms around his neck and giggled to cover the way her stomach filled with butterflies at him basically manhandling her.

They held eachother tight before she moved again, to Yoongi who gently pulled her in, this time it was different as Yoongi watched Y/n’s tail suddenly start swinging as it did when she was being playful when they first met and he started to wonder why. His questions were answered as Y/n’s hand reached out from behind his back and swiped his tail, leaning into him more to get it as much as possible before she whispered in his ear

“I got you, I’m fast enough now” - Yoongi let out a deep chuckle and praised her, letting her have this one when he knows he could have done the exact same thing back. He squeezed her a bit tighter as he let go before letting her move.

The final hug before she left was for Jimin who opened his arms wide and smiled so wide his eyes closed as she launched herself into his arms, her arms laying around his neck as he squeezed her tighter than the others, they rocked on the spot for a second before Y/n pulled back a tiny bit and Jimin ran his hands up and down from her hips up her back. Y/n felt more confident with skinship with Jimin for some reason and felt that even though she wanted to do this to all of the others, she was confident he wouldn’t mind whereas the others might so she took her chance and leaned forward, finding his soft cheek and pressing her plump lips to it. Jimins eyebrows flew up and his face grew so red but he immediately returned a kiss to her own cheek with a wide smile, the feeling of her plush cheeks against his lips was amazing and her own blush made him giggle. Everyone was envious of their interaction but understood that with time they could have the same.

Y/n hesitantly said her final goodbyes before Jungkook walked her to the door and she suddenly stopped, looking conflicted.

“What’s wrong Y/nie?” - Jungkook asked concerned

“I haven’t got any shoes, I only brought my heels” - Jungkook made a face of realisation before thinking for a second and instead of logically getting a pair of sliders that she could take, he decided to go his own way and walked closer to her. She stood confused and made a squeak as he bent to her level, sliding his strong arm under her legs and lifting her up, bridal style.

“Jungkook what are you doing!?” - She clung onto his neck for dear life at his actions but he just laughed and walked out the front door, easily steadying her with one hand so he could close it before taking her to the elevator.

Their journey to his car consisted of the same position while they both laughed and talked about the night, both of them enjoying being so close to eachother as Y/n relaxed into his chest before he placed her into his car and made sure she was buckled in, closing her door and getting in himself.

The time together had only made Y/n more and more infatuated with him and his mates and it seemed like her thoughts had elevated to a different level after the kiss they shared. Kook bit his lip ring and played with it with his teeth and tongue as he adjusted himself to get ready, he was ridiculously hot and everything about him was making Y/n stare more and more, her hybrid and heart telling her to get closer and closer but it was impossible. Or so she thought because Jungkook put one hand on the wheel while his inked hand closest to her fell onto her thigh, his thumb moving in small circles. It made her purr and relax and she didn’t mind if he heard, she never wanted it to end.

Jungkook checked on her one last time, looking at her as his tongue darted out to wet his lips again, when he realised how happy she seemed, he moved his hand slightly higher on her thigh, nearing the highest part he could reach and gripped it slightly, thumb still rubbing circles. Y/n only purred louder at this and melted into his scent and touch around her, happily drifting off as they made their way to her apartment.

Jungkook woke her up as usual and picked her up straight out of the car to carry her upstairs as she giggled and lightly hit him again in protest as they laughed and joked on the way up, Y/n’s face burying into Jungkooks neck whenever he made her laugh a bit too hard or she got embarrassed at a memory from the previous night. His scent made her feel so many things and the proximity and his grip on her was making it all far more intense, it was making her crave something she couldn’t put into words and she soon found out what it was when she got into her apartment.

Jungkook unlocked and opened her door for her, walking in and closing the door behind himself before finally putting her down in her own apartment, reluctantly so. Their laughter had subsided and now it was time for their own goodbye, the pair stared at eachother and found themselves lost in each others eyes.

It only took a moment before Jungkook decided to make his move, pulling her in by her soft waist, leaning down and gently placing his soft lips on her own for the third time. It took her by complete surprise but Y/n quickly melted into it, her arms wrapping around his neck and lips following his lead as they slowly moved. Jungkook was going slow so she could learn, he didn’t want to pull her too far too quick if she wasn’t ready so he gently pulled away.

His actions were resisted when Y/n whined and pushed back up, onto her tiptoes to chase his lips and clumsily crashing her lips back onto his own, she tried to copy his previous movement and he smiled against her, thinking she just wanted to continue this exact pace for just a little longer. His hands melted further into Y/n’s soft body as he suddenly felt her speed up, clumsily but she was clearly trying and her hands fell into his hair, lightly pulling at the strands at the base of it.

Jungkook groaned against her in pleasure, following her movements against his lips, quickening their pace and when he heard Y/n’s soft noises, felt her pressing her chest into him, he moved his lands down, grabbing her thick thighs and lifting her up with ease, wrapping her legs around his waist as her grip on his hair got tighter. Y/n gasped against his lips in shock, starting to pant with slight desperation, accompanied by the soft noises she couldn’t hold back. She tried her best to keep up and felt herself faulted when Jungkooks mouth opened slightly and his tongue brushed over Y/n’s bottom lip, it made her gasp again, letting him slide it in and start to work against her lips and own tongue.

Y/n did her best to learn on the spot and tried to keep up with it all, moving her own tongue slightly but submissively letting Jungkook lead every step, she felt his tongue and lip piercing against her lips again and again and the sensation made her soft whines grow in volume, Jungkooks groans getting louder and more frequent as a result. When Y/n finally thought she was getting used to it, Jungkook shocked her again, gently biting and sucking on her bottom lip for a second, the sensation made Y/n let out an embarrassingly loud moan that was cut off by Jungkooks lips colliding with hers again, absorbing every noise she made.

Y/n’s hand had repeatedly pulled on the strands of Jungkooks hair but she pushed his head closer to her to show she still wanted it all, just needed something to ground herself and while they kissed, one of Jungkooks hands had moved from Y/n’s upper thigh to her plush ass. The two were running out of breath and panting against eachother but neither wanted to stop, Jungkook took the responsibility of stopping them because he knew his princess wouldn’t stop even if she had no breath left. As he was about to pull away, Y/n felt it and all the courage she built, was put into one movement, her teeth gently gripping Jungkooks lip ring and pulling as he pulled away, his hands squeezed in their positions, one leaving imprints on her upper thigh and the other squeezing her full ass, it made Y/n let go with Jungkooks lip falling back into place as she moaned, his own moan falling in the same timing with hers.

As the two parted, a string was stretched between their close lips, it slowly broke and they looked at eachother, now eye level as Jungkook held Y/n up. They observed eachother, panting as their scents were thick, both their lips were red and swollen from their actions and glossy from saliva. They both thought eachother looked too attractive to be real and it made them both a bit overwhelmed.

Jungkook moved his head forward and buried it in Y/n’s neck, their previous movements making him a bit bold as he rubbed his face over her scent gland. Y/n let out a gasp as she felt something familiar on a new place on her however as Jungkooks tongue gently marked over her scent gland, lips moving to kiss and aid his tongue. Y/n’s hands pushed Jungkook in at the pleasurable feeling, her scent pulsing out and scent gland getting swollen with every second. As she kept pushing him, Jungkook slightly opened lip lips and latched onto Y/n’s neck, sucking at her extremely sensitive scent gland. Her whole body jolted and twitched against him, scent thickening into something he hadn’t smelt before that tasted addictive, Y/n had nothing to muffle her whines and moans and her grip on Kook’s hair tightened.

She could feel everything about him, his cold tongue piercing lapping over the spot he’d sucked before he latched back on, gently nipping as he sucked again, his tongue moving against it as he contuined. Y/n was panting and almost shaking in his arms, he held onto her tighter to make sure she didn’t fall but pulled away to look at her, to make sure she was okay especially since the new scent that was coming from her was making him feel almost drunk. It was addictive and he wanted to drink in every single bit of it from everywhere she emitted it but he stopped himself as to not push too far.

Y/n looked at him with clouded eyes, it was always so clear that she had never done this before, never kissed, never been marked or scented, never been touched like this and Jungkook could tell she was enjoying it. He was more than glad she was experiencing it with him. Y/n seemed lost as to what to do next but in a state of joy so Jungkook tilted his head to the side, emitting a burst of his scent, inviting her to do the same and she did, she buried her face in his scent at first. Then she took an experimental kiss and lick at his scent gland, Jungkook had to hold back his moan as he bit his lip hard, eyes scrunching shut at the feeling of her lips and tongue on one of his most sensitive areas. Y/n on the other hand suddenly felt like she’d tasted the most delicious thing on earth, eagerly doing it again before giving it an experimental nip, following it by latching on and almost sucking out the taste. She repeated her actions until she was satisfied and Jungkook had given up holding back his moans and groans at that point.

The two of them had puffy, marked scent glands when they were finished, extremely sensitive to the touch and covered in purple and red marking. Y/n was purring loudly and the two just looked at eachother, so in love. Jungkook started to walk towards Y/n’s soft couch, leaning down and placing Y/n on it before sitting next to her so that they could start to calm down. The two sat in a comfortable silence; Jungkook took off his jacket and draped it over a corner of the sofa while Y/n traced her swollen lips with her fingers, realising just how addictive kissing was.

Y/n didn’t know what came over her, what gave her the confidence she never seemed to have but she felt herself internally pushing for something, to say something.

“I-I keep feeling these things for you and your mates and I can’t describe them but they are really good and I like them but it’s all over and in me I feel like I’m being pulled to you all-“ Y/n suddenly started to ramble about how she felt, ears pinning back slightly as she tried not to look at Jungkook even though she just confessed that too him. She felt ashamed, she’d been feeling and acting on these things about a pack of mates; one she wasn’t a part of, no matter how much she wished she was. Her every thought was cut off when Jungkook put his hand under her chin and made her look at him.

Kook knew she hadn’t experienced it all before but he had, he knew what it all meant, he knew she’d just confessed to her hybrid accepting him and his pack as mates but for now he had to reassure her.

“You make us feel the same way princess, we all like you so much and in a more than friends way” - Jungkook spoke gently to her to make sure she grasped every word and her quick nodding made him smile

“But you are all in a pack and mates I shouldn’t feel this way for you” - Y/n refused to look into his eyes as her scent grew bitter and her face contorted with sadness

“Have you considered that maybe we would want you to be in our pack? To be our mate?” - Jungkooks words had her stunned, she felt like something within was telling her he was right but she refused to get her hopes up

“But you don’t-“ Y/n tried to protest but was cut off quickly

“Yes we do, we have talked about it Y/n, we want you to be our mate, to be in our pack and to join us, would you like that?” - Jungkook chased her eyes as they moved around quickly, clearly surprised as to where her morning had ended up. Y/n couldn’t seem to form any words let alone a reply for a minute so Jungkook reached his hand out and encased her own, sending out waves of his calming scent. It seemed to work as she took a deep breath before looking him in the eyes and nodding.

“I really want that but do your mates really want that?” - Y/n was proud of herself for even being able to get it out but was still on the verge of shaking with nerves at his answer, Jungkook smiled widely and nodded back at her.

“It’s all we want Y/nie, for you to be ours” - As they fell silent and smiled at eachother with no further questions in that moment, Y/n practically threw herself forward, hugging Jungkook tightly and he reciprocated as soon as they made contact. She knew that all she had wanted for a while was them to want her, and apparently they did. It made her feel so many things and though she wanted to know where it would go from here, living in this moment was more important right now.

Y/n didn’t feel close enough and opted to move to get as close as she could, moving her knees to straddle either side of Jungkooks lap and burying her face in his neck, arms still around his neck, his muscular arms wrapped tightly around her waist, moving down over her hips to her upper thighs when Y/n pulled back to look at him.

Jungkook felt the air shift to something thicker, same with the look in Y/n’s eyes and was taken by surprise when Y/n leant in and crashed her lips onto his hastily. He made a small noise at the sudden move but quickly reciprocated her fast movements, her lips copied everything he had taught her and moved feverishly against his own. It was her own tongue that swiped over his lips this tongue, she seemed to almost need this and who was he to deny her of it.

His hands slowly moved higher to her ass as her own pulled his head impossibly closer to him, her lips moving hard and fast as she tasted him, it was clumsy and admittedly messy but they both melted into every second of it. Y/n’s hands suddenly left his head that stayed exactly where she wanted it anyway, they trailed down the front of Jungkooks shirt, across his broad chest down to the hem of the shirt, teasingly pulling as if she wanted it off. Jungkook smiled against her lips and teasingly nipped at her lip, making her gasp and pull at the shirt in her grasp.

Jungkook didnt reply to her pulling, not sure what she wanted but he realised how much she wanted to be close when she boldly moved even closer, dropping herself right ontop of his crotch making him groan in the kiss and grip her ass.

His taste was addicting to Y/n, when she got closer she pushed her hands all over his chest, gasping into the kiss when she felt something inbetween her legs, realising where she had put herself but not wanting to stop. She just kissed harder and more feverishly, seeming to frustrate herself further as it wasn’t enough, pressing her full chest against his own, she whined into his mouth as she needed something but she wasn’t sure what. Her scent was almost sufforcating Jungkook, it was different to anything he’d smelt before from her, thicker, sweeter than he thought was possible and so addictive, it made his head spin as he was losing his breath from the intense kiss. He tried to ground himself and keep himself from reacting too much as he could feel himself growing harder under Y/n’s body, he knew it was too soon for her to go any further and tried to slow the kiss only to have her whine against him, protesting.

He was shocked at her behaviour, realising how strange it seemed compared to his usually shy little kitten so he moved one of his hands up to her scalp, getting a grip before pulling her head back to break the kiss. It was so close to scruffing her that her body relaxed from its feverish actions against him and she just panted with her eyes closed, her cheeks were flushed and heat was radiating off of her more than usual. Jungkook started to gently call her name, trying to grasp her attention.

Her eyes suddenly shot open, looking at him startled and almost panicked as she backed up slightly to sit lower on his lap, on his thighs instead of over his hard crotch. She seemed confused at her action and Jungkook moved both his hands to gently rub her back, waiting for her to become fully aware as she had seemed to lose herself before.

Her eyes seemed to swim with realisations, the hot across her body as she started to lightly sweat, her sudden actions and need for attention, the way her scent had thickened from arousal and body was burning with every contact from Jungkook: she was going into heat. Y/n’s hand flew over her mouth in shock and truthfully embarrassment. Her sudden change in mood accompanied by all her other symptoms made Jungkook feel more alert, worried for her but not knowing what exactly was wrong.

“I’m so sorry Kookie, I-I think I’m-“ - Y/n struggled with her words, not able to admit what was wrong but she didn’t have too as Jungkook stopped her from trying for a moment

“Hey ,hey ,it’s okay Y/n don’t be sorry, I enjoyed it as long as you did too but I need you to breathe for a second so you can tell me what’s wrong” As he spoke Jungkook started to grasp what was wrong by himself as her skin was boiling under his fingers, the scent around her was so thick and addictive that it couldn’t be anything else by arousal and the light Sheen of sweat on her skin was growing by the minute.

Y/n moved off of his lap to sit next to him, nodding at his instructions and taking a second to breathe to regain herself and try to calm the hormones coursing through her body, increasing by the minute.

“I think I’m going into h-heat” - Her voice was quiet and she refused to look at him as she sat in embarrassment but Jungkook just moved his hand to gently run her arm and reassure her

“Can I get you anything princess?” - He knew at this stage he still had the opportunity to get her anything she needed or wanted without her mind clouding too much but he wasn’t sure how fast and how deep she would fall into heat. He knew how the rest of his mates and himself would react and how their heats worked but he wasn’t at all familiar with Y/n’s.

Y/n was taken back by his care, expecting him to of quickly left but he stayed to take care of her for a while, she stuttered over her words as she answered

“I-I’m okay thank you” - it was like her shy self from their first meetings had come back but she was internally battling with her growing heat and the surprise at Jungkooks reaction. He looked at her with a curious look before standing up, Y/n had expected him to say he was leaving but he held out his hand to help her up, she curiously took it and he walked her to her bedroom.

Her body was growing shaken from the effects of her heat and mind was clouding more by the second, an ache growing between her thighs and scent thickening into a thick cloud around her. Despite all of this, Jungkook gently walked her into her own bedroom, quietly took in the neat room before walking up to the bed and taking everything ontop of it off, holding all of the blankets in his arms before looking at his kitty and gesturing to the bed. She quickly got what he was helping her do and couldn’t thank him enough, she needed a nest and whenever she couldn’t predict her heat she always grew too tired too quickly to pull apart her bed and rebuild it how she wanted and he was helping so much.

She took shakey steps towards the blank canvas, trying to pick up her thick duvet but being helped as Jungkook picked up one end to drop it on the bed so she only had to push it around. Y/n crawled on the bed to make a ring from the duvet around herself, almost like walls before putting her pillows inside the ring. She looked at Jungkook expectantly and he looked to find the thickest and fluffiest blanket in his arms before handing it too her. Y/n took it with a smile of approval and placed it as a base before taking each of the other blankets and strategically arranging them to her liking.

When she was finished her skin was covered in a layer of sweat, her hair was bothering her and she was aching all over, frustrated and tired. Jungkook carefully walked up to her and gently touched her head, pulling her long hair into a ponytail, taking it off of her face and neck and she gratefully purred, holding onto his arms as they worked. She hadn’t even noticed but her nipples had started to peak through the thick material of Jin’s hoodie as she opted not to wear a bra. Jungkook noticed but respectfully averted his eyes.

“Would you like me to find you some clothes to change into Y/nie?” - He spoke gently in her ear and she leant into him but shook her head no. He still decided to get her some and to just fold them up for when she was ready so he walked to her dresser, luckily finding her pajamas in her top draw and picking out a comfortable looking set of tank top and shorts, putting them on the corner of her bed where Y/n’s nest wasn’t touching. In the minute it took him to do so, Y/n had curled up in the nest, under a thin blanket and was growing increasingly hotter and more needy for attention but she tried to hold it back as she lay there shaking slightly, eyes closed.

Jungkook realised she was falling faster than him or any of his mates have done and felt so much sympathy for his poor kitten, he walked over and brushed his hand over her sweaty head before placing a kiss there, not minding the sweat just wishing he could do more for her. He quickly left to get her phone before handing it to her.

“I’ll have to go now kitty, I’m so sorry” - he only got a protesting whine in response before he continued

“I’m going to take your key for a bit okay? I’m just going to get you some things you might need, you have your phone if there’s anything you want me to get but I’ll see you so soon okay? When your feeling better” His words made Y/n both sad and happy, maybe it was her heat messing with her emotions but she didn’t want him to go but was so happy that he was caring for her, it made her want to cry. She had experienced her heats before obviously and to no relief but this felt more intense, faster than usual and just in the first hour, she just wanted it all to stop but nothing would stop it, atleast not this heat. Y/n could only nod and try to hold back her urge to bring him back to her and her wobbling bottom lip.

Jungkook did one last check over the room before making his way out, picking up her keys and locking her apartment, finally being able to breathe without her addictive scent sufforcating him in the best way. He pulled out his phone and started to message his groupchat with the pack.

‘Hyungs, Y/n’s going into heat, I helped her set up a nest what else can I do I just left her apartment but I have her keys to get back in’ - JK’s message didn’t portray how worried he really was nor the events that happened leading up to this but he just hoped his hyungs would reply fast, and of course they did

‘While you were there?! What did you do Kook?!’ - Jimins message just seemed accusatory but everyone knew he was jealous that he couldn’t have been the one to make her feel more comfortable at the time

Jungkook decided to just call all of them to explain everything, everything that happened leading up to it including their confessions to let them grasp the situation up to how she was when he left. They mostly let him explain smoothly and no one could express how much they wished they could have been there to confess personally to her too but they were more than on the verge of overwhelmed with happiness at the new establishment in their relationship, that she had accepted them as her mates, wanted to be a part of their pack and in tail, be loved and cared for by them. So that’s exactly what they would do, show her love and care for her especially right now.

Jin was the first to speak, Jungkook had walked down to his car and got in at this point, waiting for instructions on where to go and what to do.

‘Your going to come home and gather something from each of us, I’ll leave something out for you to collect because I’m going to go to the store and get some things for her, do not leave until I’m back but think properly about what you give her, something she likes a lot, something comfortable and heavily scented by you, by each of you.’ - Everyone knew Jin was speaking to the rest of them as they all scrambled to get up and find their items to give to Y/n. They all knew why; she’d need all the comfort she could have right now as nothing was going to give her relief but they could atleast surround her with them to an extent and after her and their confession, they could do so more openly.

‘When you go back Kook, open her windows, all around the house, it’ll get hot and more uncomfortable if she doesn’t have any air flowing through’ - Namjoon spoke, he knew he always felt worse if the windows were closed and his mates weren’t there yet.

‘Make sure she has something to watch, like a tv or movies on her phone and a nice setup because she won’t be able to move much soon’ - Hobi knew he hated being bored in his rut

‘A hot water bottle, she might already be hot to the touch but when her cramps kick in her heat isn’t going to relieve them, a hot water bottle might just a bit’ - Jimin always got the worst cramps and that was the only relief

‘If you can, rub her tummy for a while before you leave, she’ll appreciate the affection and it’s take away from her cramps a bit’ - Yoongi would rub his cubs (his mates) tummy’s before they were taken care off and even though he wanted to be the one to do it himself, he knew Jungkook would do a good job too

‘Rub her ears aswell, if she wants you too, and the base of her tail, it’ll take away from how uncomfortable she feels for a little while’ - Tae knew he was being bold with that one but if Y/n was okay with it he knew just how much it’d help

Jungkook made a mental note of all the instructions and quickly made his way home. When he got in he knew he was covered in Y/n’s addictive scent and that it was going to drive his mates crazy but he had a task at hand, to gather everything for Y/n. He made his way to his room, instantly knowing what he’d bring for her and he instantly grabbed his softest pillow that he slept on every single night, no matter who’s room he slept in, he would bring it with him. It was deeply covered with his scent and calm pheromones and it was so comfortable. He brought it out to the living room where he found the rest of his mates besides Jin, they all had to take a second to just stare as Y/n’s scent followed Jungkook.

Each of them had brought their own comfort items for Y/n. Starting with Yoongi who had a huge black panther plushy that the boys had gotten him one birthday as a joke to go with his other presents and he had slept with it on his bed every day since, he thought she’d love having the panther always relaxed so she could catch his tail at any moment.

Next was Jimin who had his softest cotton Pajama set, also his smallest, it was white and plaid, airy and smelt so strong of him despite being freshly washed, he knew she’d liked his Pajama bottoms before and would probably find comfort In these too

Namjoon had gotten his own calming bracelet especially for hybrids, he wore it at most times and it adjusted with the string so it was easy to put on and off but he thought Y/n would need something like it and it also smelt like him strongly despite being small.

Tae had actually thought of what to get her on his way home when he got the message about her heat, it wasn’t from his own room but he had one to match and he wanted her to be able to keep it and always match him. He went to his favourite bedding store and picked up a (unscented) 6ft body pillow and pink silk pillowcase to cover it. It was the most comforting thing in his bedroom and he scented it heavily, making it freshly emit the strong scent, he planned on sending her a picture with his own once she received it to make her feel like he was right there, the only difference was his casing was a beige, hers was a soft pink.

Hobi got his most comfortable hoodie, once he knew would fit her like a blanket, cover her to her knees and she could curl up in it if she’d like, just be encased in his scent and protected from any thoughts outside of him and his mates, it was also white, one of her favourite colours and would bring her even more comfort because of that, it would fit well in her house too.

Jin walked through the door just as Jungkook gathered Hoseoks hoodie into a large bag with the other gifts besides Yoongi’s panther and Taes body pillow which would have to take up a seat on their own each in his car. Jin carried 3 large bags filled with everything he found that he wanted Y/n to have. That included a bag dedicated to cases of water bottles and sodas for energy, another bag with snacks, mostly including strawberries but lots with chocolate and honestly everything he found that looked good, savory and sweet and then a third bag, smaller with a hot water bottle, a pretty pink casing on it, a few bath essentials such as a lavender bath soak, lavender essential oil and some baby wipes just in case and a few different herbal teas. Jin knew Jungkook would set them all up for her wherever was best and would help her where he could.

Jin helped Jungkook take everything down to the car along with his own comfort gift, the blanket she took such a liking too when she first came over, his soft blanket, he knew she’d love it. Jin also let Jungkook know that he’d cook different meals for Y/n for him to take over, light meals such as soup because she might not fancy heavier meals. He knew she’d enjoy the snacks too so he was okay with her just having soups for real meals. I’m their frantic movements, no one had noticed the hickey on Jungkooks scent gland which was still red and swollen. Jin spotted it and smirked to himself, walking behind him and running his fingers over the mark sending shocks down Jungkooks body.

“Got a bit carried away scenting did we?” - Jins teasing made Jungkook flush as he knew that Y/n had one matching too, one that was probably darker and more swollen than his own. He just jokingly pushed Jin as he complained about disrespect before getting into the car.

Once everything was back in the car, Jungkook made his way hastily back to Y/n’s apartment, in that time, each of the pack had sent caring messages to her, expressing both their love and sympathy for her heat. Jungkook clumsily made his way up to her apartment due to all the bags and pillows he was holding, it was all worth it to him. He hestitated at the door and considered wether he should just let himself in but completely decided against that, not wanting to startle Y/n at all. Instead, he got out his phone and sent her a text, letting her know he was going to come in for a minute to bring her some things. He considered waiting for a reply but he didnt want to risk her getting to a point where he wasnt able to even come into her apartment so he opened her door, stumbled in and was immediately hit with the increasingly strong aroma coming from Y/n, it made his eyes widen for a second and he practically slammed the door behind him to prevent it getting into the rest of her floor.

Shakily, he put down the pillows on her couch before taking the rest of the bags to her kitchen, debating unpacking them there but he knew she might not even leave her room besides to go to the bathroom over the course of her heat so he thought hard, eyesbrows furrowing as he bit his lip. His attention was stolen by a quiet voice, coming from Y/n room

'Kookie?' - Y/n called out tiredly, Jungkook wasnt sure wether she had just woken up or not slept at all but he immediately made his way down the hall despite getting waves of her scent coursing through his body more intensely by the second. He almost had to hold his breath as he hesitantly opened her bedroom door and was hit by the scent stronger than he thought was possible, it made his head spin, body heat up and forced him to support himself on the doorframe before he calmed down, slightly getting used to it.

Once he had calmed down, he looked up and found himself blushing at the sight of Y/n, she was still in the thick pink hoodie, under her blanket but he could see she had taken off the white pajama pants and placed them into her nest, probably because she was too hot. The hoodie had rided up just under her boobs and showed off the band of the white calvin kleins that he already knew were his. He both cursed and praised Jin in his head, it made it even harder to breathe seeing her wearing them and knowing she chose not to change out of them. Her hair was still in the ponytail he had done for her but was messy from her rolling around, clearly uncomfortable and then he took in her position, she was curled into herself, hands over her stomach and face screwed up.

Jungkook hadnt realised he hadnt said a word until Y/n slightly opened her eyes and looked at him in clear pain and distress.

'Kookie it hurts' - Her words had him jumping forward, moving to stand by the bed and her nest before leaning over her to run a hand over her head, his eyebrows falling sadly.

'I know kitty im sorry, everyone brought things for you, would you like to see?' - He thought it might make her feel better and was proven to be correct as her eyes opened a bit more and it seemed to distract her from the pain for a second as she nodded. He smiled at her and moved to go away but was caught off guard when Y/n grabbed his hand as it was leaving her head and looked at him desperately

'Please dont leave and dont stop' - Her words were needy and almost whiny as her weak grip made him hesitate before speaking.

'I just need to go get everything, ill be back in a second kitty dont worry' - Jungkook could tell she was reluctant to let go but so was he, he made it fast as he picked up everything again and swiftly made his way back in, placing the bags infront of her bed before placing the pillows on her bed, next to her comfort nest. Y/n shuffled in her position to see him more clearly and sat up slightly, the blanket falling as she brought her knees to her chest, Jungkooks briefs on her body nearly on full display besides her legs and hoodie slightly covering them. The shift made a whole new wave of scent hit Jungkook like a bus and he stopped for a second, his mind hazing before he shakily started to move again. He had to ignore it all if he wanted to be there for her as he couldnt help her how she really needed this heat.

'Everyone brought something for you, this is from me, Tae and Yoongi' - He lifted the items in order and saw Y/ns eyes dilate and brighten as she reached out before hesitating, looking for his approval to take them, at his nod she quickly arranged them where she wanted them, Jungkooks pillow behind where she would lay her head, Tae's silk bodypillow around one side of the edge where she knew she could pull it in and Yoongi's panther on the other edge, again, where she could pull it in or snuggle up to it. She smiled and was starting to feel slightly better even at just having their scents surrounding her, even more so when Jungkook gave her the rest of the items.

Namjoons bracelet was placed securely on her wrist, Hobi's hoodie in her arms as she cuddled up to it, Jimins pajamas neatly placed on the top of her 'wall' of the nest, in reach for the second she wanted to change and her blanket rested over her kicked off and instantly replaced by Jins one that she took such a liking too from the start. When she had finished she was purring and the her mind was taken away from the thought of the pain and distress coursing through her body. She was still entirely craving Jungkooks attention and touch but she didnt want to be greedy, instead opting to longingly look at him everytime he moved closer and further from her, she might have thought he didnt notice but he definitely did. He caught her eyes staring as he moved but chose to pretend not too until her eyes filled with tears and he didnt know why.

Y/n had become so overwhelmed by their gestures that her body had just reacted by thinking it was all too much, tears welled up in her eyes and her body started to shake slightly. Jungkooks concern was evident as his smile turned into a face of confusion and distress, his scent becoming slightly bitter as he searched her face, trying to work out what was wrong.

'Im sorry its just- its just so nice and you are all so loving and i havent felt like this before and its all so much-' - Her shaky words were cut off with a sob, she wasnt upset she was so happy but just so overwhelmed. Jungkook boldly moved forward, wrapping his arms around her smaller, shaking body as he squeezed her tight and ignored how he had put himself in an awakward position, leaning over the bed as he didnt want to interfere with her nest but still wanting to comfort her. Relief flooded Y/ns body for a second as his embraced calmed her boiling body, she tried to move impossibly closer but couldnt grasp what was stopping her before realising Jungkook wasnt on her bed, he was hovering over from the side.

'You can come in you know' - Y/ns words were shaky and quiet, only a whisper as she was scared of him rejecting her offer but he didnt even speak as he was happy to be granted the permission he was waiting for, moving into her nest while making sure not to move anything out of place, he leant against the pillow he had given her and picked Y/ns body up, pulling her to lay on his own body, she instantly buried her face in his neck, wiggling against him to get closer and practically bathe in his affection, knowing soon she wouldnt be able to have it for a full week. In a few hours she would be in a state where her entire body would be in a state of arousal and to no relief, she'd stay that way for a week before she could be this close again.

Jungkook rubbed circles into her back, a habit he had developed everytime she was in his arms, tilting his neck to the side to let her get closer and she quickly found his scent gland, waiting a second before placing a hesitant kiss against it, she waited for him to pull away but when he didnt she continued her movements, moving from kissing to licking before sucking. Truthfully, Jungkook had to hold back his groans as his eyebrows furrowed and teeth dug into his bottom lip, he didnt want to end their time faster than necessary and his reactions could definitely spur on the speed of her heat he knew that. His scent and taste against her lips felt like it was calming the cramps in her belly for a minute before she suddenly had to stop with a gasp as a shooting pain went through her stomach. Pulling her lips away, she curled into herself again, gasping again as it continued to rip through her body, water filled her eyes again but for an entirely different reason this time and a cry left her lips.

Hurriedly, Kook moved to check what was wrong and when he saw Y/n clutching her stomach he remembered Yoongis words and his actions for all of them, he reached out again and swiftly turned over Y/n so she leant against his chest before he moved her own hands as her cries turned into quiet sniffles and heavy breathing. Replacing her own hands, Jungkook started to push his fingers in circles across her soft belly, when Y/n started to breath better and push into him, he moved his hands from over her hoodie to under. His hands brushed over the band of his boxers to the soft tummy above it, slightly pushing over the band from her position on her side and from the first bit of contact he felt like his eyes would roll into the back of his head, her skin was so soft and she was plush, he knew it wouldnt just drive him crazy but every single one of their mates too. The way his hands melted into her skin and the way she twitched as his cold hands touched her boiling skin made them both cloud over in their heads.

Kook made sure to rub circles into her skin while he was going crazy at the feel of her and Y/n thought she was going to just fall into the depths of her heat right there as he soothed the burning sensation on her body, it didnt help the growing ache between her legs but it took away from her cramps. It was so much that she had to reach her arm back and grip onto his hard bicep to ground herself and when that didnt help as he unintentionally flexed against her small hand - that only covered a small area of his delicious muscle - she turned her head up and around to desperately capture his lips. He eagerly reciprocated the needy and messy kiss, much like the one on the sofa but Kook fought to stay in control of both the kiss and his mind this time, knowing he had to know when to stop it. He didnt stop his movements on her stomach but instead felt something new as his tongue piercings touched her lips, her legs tensed up and he could feel them rubbing against eachother on his arm.

Careful not to take it too far, Kook continued to kiss her for a few moments after before pulling away, any further it would just make it harder to stop and more painful for Y/n. His own body had started to build up a light layer of sweat from the heat radiating off Y/ns body and he started to think about his next move. Hoping to soothe her growing aches even slightly, he moved his free hand up to Y/ns head and took Tae's suggestion, gently started to rub at the base of them as Y/ns body twitched under his touched and her mouth fell open in a silent moan, arching into his hands. It did relieve her for the duration he continued for but once he stopped as he realised he still needed to set everything up for her before it was too late, it just made her realise how quickly it sent her falling into a deeper state of heat.

Kook hesitantly pulled his hands away and got a whine from Y/n at his actions but he gently shushed her, caressing her side softly before sitting up. She stayed in her position, eyes dazed as she looked up at him and silently begged him to stay.

'Jinnie went and got you everything he thought you might need kitty, i need to set it out for you' - Y/ns eyes softened at his words and Jins thoughtful gesture and she nodded, reluctantly accepting that he had to get up. Jungkook quickly moved around, taking the packs of water and soda placing them on her dresser and taking a few out to place them on her bedside table for her to reach easily before working on the snacks, repeating his actions until it was all ready. The same with the third bag except he put the bath essentials into her bathroom and placed the wipes on her bedside table before looking at her with the hot water bottle.

'Ill fill this up for your cramps kitty, ill be back in a minute okay?' - Y/n had been watching his every movement, her gaze full of love and affection while she just nodded at his words even though she didnt want him to leave. Y/n knew it was nearly time for him to leave and she knew sulking wasnt going to change that so she pushed past the aching through her body to move everything around her, realising the hoodie she had on would be too hot and thinking about her options. She picked up the cotton pajama shirt from the set Jimin lended, holding it to her face to smell for a second before looking at the door and listening to hear Jungkook had only just put on the hot water. It was risky but she moved quickly as she pulled the hoodie off and replaced it with the cotton pajama shirt, it was much thinner and just as soft, it felt better than amazing against her burning skin. Her tail swung happily as Jimins scent surrounded her but he chose not to put on the trousers, opting to just keep on the white calvin kleins that she didnt know belonged to Jungkook.

The thin cotton made her perky breasts quite visible and definitely showed the imprint of her nipples if you looked at them directly but she didnt mind, only Jungkook was here and she couldnt even think too much on the matter with the boiling sensation and aches taking over her body, just as she held her stomach again when the cramps resurfaced, Jungkook practically came to the rescue, hot water bottle in hand as he hurriedly made his way over and nestled the heated bottle on Y/ns stomach. She sighed as it almost instantly bring some relief and she looked up at him, realising he was going to have to leave. Her mind was clouding over more with every minute and she felt a wave of tiredness set over he, it didn't take away from everything else she was feeling but she just hoped she could sleep to pass the time.

Kook started to look for a remote for the tv on her wall and upon finding it, opened netflix and put on a comedy movie for Y/n, she was barely processing it but when she went in and out of consciousness it could keep her entertained. He had already made sure the windows in every other rooms were open and opened the window in her bedroom. He didn't want to leave, everything in him told him to stay but he knew he couldn't, he could only make sure she was okay and maybe facetime her when he got home, with the rest of the pack. As he moved over to his sleepy kitty, still clearly uncomfortable as she twitched and her legs were tense, he leant down to press a kiss to her head.

'Ill see you soon kitty, I have to go now but you can call me or anyone else whenever you want too, Jins going to bring you meals too' - It took Y/n a minute to process his words but when she did she felt that overwhelming feeling wash over her again at the constant care she was receiving so as Jungkook moved to lean up again, she grabbed his arm, keeping him in place

'Could you give them all a kiss for me, please?' - Her mannerisms even when she was so drowsy made Jungkook coo and smile, especially at her request, he nodded and thought that was all but Y/n leant up slightly and planted 7 pecks on his lips. It took him by surprise as he looked at her for a second before actually sitting up, smiling as she started to adjust herself again. He hesitantly walked away to her bedroom door, standing in the frame for a moment and watched as she pulled Tae's body pillow gift behind her to spoon her, Yoongis panther into her arms but basically laying over it, his own pillow under her head, Namjoons bracelet on display, Jimins shirt on, Hobi's hoodie hooked under her arm, slightly over her neck and Jins blanket resting over her legs, reaching to lower waist showing off Jungkooks boxers and the hot waterbottle on her tummy. The sight of her was too cute, even if she was tensing her legs together and rubbing her thighs while her nipples poked through the thin cotton and her body was covered in a layer of sweat, she was too cute. Those small details couldnt be seen in a photo and he just had to take a photo to show his mates, all of their gifts being appreciated.

Jungkook didnt even caption the image as he sent it to their pack groupchat, he just made sure it captured everything he wanted it too before sending a quick confirmation that he had unpacked everything accessibly for her and she was safe with all of their instructions fulfilled. He got back multiple replys from all of his mates both checking in to ask questions and fawning over her, Jimin noticed her wearing one of their underwears and was more than shocked but one message really ended the seemingly innocent image.

'I know i gave her your boxers to wear but Jeon Jungkook, did you put that huge hickey on her neck?!?'

Thank you so much for reading I hope you enjoyed! Bit of a twist on this one you might not have seen that coming but I hope it gave insight into what heats are like for these hybrids without getting too explicit, yet.

Feel free to ask for headcannons or drabbles for Strawberry Princess! They’d definitely help develop my ideas for the plot while writing!

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[tigergirltail]

TIGER HRT CHAPTER 4 - MONTH 3 - GROWING PAINS

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Everything hurts.

I started noticing it about two weeks after my first dose. It felt like a dull headache at first, but over the next month it spread to pretty much my entire body.

I had to start working from home, and eventually it got bad enough that I could only put in a few hours of work each day. My boss is a reasonable enough guy, but he wasn't going to pay a full time salary for part time hours, so I had to take a salary cut.

Luckily, my partner is around to take care of daily errands, not to mention being there to reassure and comfort me when the pain gets bad. They've been thinking about seeing if Lindwurm HRT is a thing, but they don't want to get the process started until I'm in the clear and can take care of myself again.

Gods I love them.

The reason the pain is happening, as best I can tell, is that my skeletal structure is already changing. I've gotten at least an inch taller, and my face has been reshaping into a feline muzzle. My teeth are getting sharper, and I'm developing proper fangs. I also noticed a little while ago that my fingernails and toenails had receded into their respective digits, which sucks for two reasons - I can't paint fingernails I don't have, and they are sore as HELL when I put any amount of pressure on them. I have to be REALLY careful with how I type to not inflict agony on myself. I'm also feeling my tail growing in, and even if it hurts, it's euphoric as HELL. A tail was always the part I wanted most out of this.

It's weird, the skeletal changes weren't supposed to happen this early. I've been trying to reach Dr. Erian about it, but he's constantly busy, probably because of the sudden surge of people looking for Humanity Removal Therapy.

Other than that, I've been getting areas of white and black fur coming in - mostly on my arms and legs, but a little bit on my face and ears - ears that are gradually reshaping and migrating. Nothing to report on hearing sensitivity, but I think my night vision is getting better.

I did a little bit of looking around for anyone with similar pain experiences. I got my hopes up when I found a girl, Antonina, who had a painful experience with Cat HRT, but it turns out it's because she took the rumoured Fifteen Minute version. She described the pain as "like bathing in an active volcano".

It leaves me wondering whether I would have preferred a 15-minute lava bath over a months-long full-body headache.

I ended up reaching out to her anyway, just because I wanted to know what I was in for in the endgame and feline HRT is rarer than I thought it would be. Sounds like the prey drive is the real deal - she keeps feeling the urge to bite this one girl who's on mouse HRT.

We've been spending some time comparing notes and getting to know each other. It's nice to know someone else who's going through this thing, even if our experiences aren't exactly one-to-one.

I also talked to my mother for the first time in nearly a year. I went No Contact with her a while back because she was only getting more obnoxious and combative about me being trans, but I figured changing my species is a big enough deal that I should keep her in the loop.

Besides, my savings had nearly dried up and I needed to ask her for money.

It… did not go well. She hadn't heard of therian HRT before, and once I explained it, she started panicking about how I'm "mutilating my body" with "untested treatments". I think I also heard her cry something about how her "son" is "killing himself", which is just multiple layers of insensitive.

At least she sent me some money. Hopefully it'll be enough to last until my transformation stops being agonizing and I can go back to work, and then I can go right back to pretending my family doesn't exist.

At roughly the three-month mark, I have a check-in video call with Dr. Erian. From the moment his face appears on screen, though, I can tell something is wrong. He seems… older, somehow.

"Hello, Miss Alexis.", he offers. He sounds tired. Sorrowful, even.

"Hey, doc." I have to ask about it. "Everything okay? You seem a bit tired."

"Nothing to worry about Miss Alexis, just the ordinary stresses of daily life."

Liar. I know I'm not entitled to details of your personal life, much less your professional secrets, but I know when something is eating at someone.

"…Does the word 'crossroads' mean anything to you, Miss Alexis?"

Huh? That came a bit out of left field. "I've… heard some other therian HRT patients use the term, but I don't know much of the details. Something about a point of no return?"

"Something of the sort." He lowers his head and seems to go from sorrowful to downright grim. "There will come a time, Miss Alexis, when you will have to make a very important decision in your care, and I ask that you do so with great consideration for the consequences."

I recoil a little in my seat. "Yeah… Of course I will. Any decision I make, even reaching out to you in the first place, I don't take it lightly."

"Good… That's good." His demeanor shifts back to his stoic, clinical self. I don't know what just happened, but he went somewhere for a moment there.

"Now then, I did receive your messages, I apologize for not getting back to you. You mentioned you were experiencing persistent and debilitating whole-body soreness?"

"Yeah. I can't even leave the apartment most days, it hurts so much."

"Odd… You are taking the treatment as directed, yes?"

"Of course. One tablespoon a week, just like it says on the bottle."

I see his eyes twitch behind his glasses. Did I say something wrong?

"…Teaspoon."

I cock my head to the side. "Say again?"

"You mean one TEASPOON a week, yes?"

I feel my heart sink. The dark smear on the dosage information… I could have sworn it said '1 tbsp/week'.

"…Could you hold on a second please?" I mute the mic and call out to my partner to bring the bottle of tiger HRT over. When they do, I unmute and hold it up to the webcam. I hear Dr. Erian take a sharp intake of breath as he notices the obscured instructions.

I set the bottle aside and the two of us share an awkward silence.

"So…", I begin. "…How bad is it?"

"The good news", he offers slowly, "is that you have only been taking three times the prescribed dose. An increased dose imbalances the growth rate of the different parts of your body, hence your pain and persistent weakness, but it could have been much worse."

I think back to the so-called Fifteen Minute version, and Antonina's description of it - like bathing in an active volcano.

Dr. Erian continues. "Assuming you return to a CORRECT dose, your growth rates will gradually level out over the course of the next month or so. It is my medical opinion that you should maintain a low-activity lifestyle until then, but you will eventually be able to return to your typical activity level, and you will also find that the physical effects become more… consistent."

"That's… reassuring. Thank you, doctor." I pause. Something I noticed a little while ago has been weighing on my mind. "There's one thing, though - do the treatments have… I guess you'd call them restorative or regenerative effects? I've noticed some old wounds aren't there anymore."

The doctor clicks his pen and brings up his notepad. "Interesting. Do go on, Miss Alexis."

"Well… I used to get lower back pain from a car crash injury I got a little over a year ago, but I haven't noticed it at all lately. Pretty much the only part that DOESN'T hurt… There also used to be some marks on my arm from a cat biting me when I was little." I give a slight smile. "The cat's name was Tiger, go figure."

Dr. Erian is writing the whole time I'm talking. "Yes, that is to be expected. Minor persistent injuries will fade over time as your body re-forms itself to a new baseline, even severe chronic symptoms may fade. If there are no other concerns…"

"Just one… Most of the other therian HRT patients I've talked to have gotten their meds as pills, so what's with the potion bottle?"

Dr. Erian pauses, and adjusts his glasses nervously, as if he's been caught out on something he doesn't want to admit to. "Well… advances in the field are occurring rapidly, and you are one of the more recent patients, so a more… streamlined option was available to you. I took the liberty of choosing the most compatible option based on your medical records, and that bottle is it."

"Okay… But what's IN it?"

"The active ingredients are antihominidone, which is your humanity-blocker, and a specialized formula of felistrogen, infused with white tiger genetic material. The rest of the fluid is a suspension used to dilute the effects, without which you would be looking at a short, but excruciating and potentially lethal process."

The Fifteen Minute version, I think to myself. I'm taking diluted Fifteen Minute meds. There's no WAY this isn't experimental, and I'M the experiment. I despise saying it, but maybe my mother was right to worry.

"But I'm afraid I really do have to go, Miss Alexis, my next appointment is waiting."

"G-gotcha. See ya, doctor."

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Special thanks to @paintedbytosia for letting me write her in, and shoutout to @megamoonerjenny for coming up with 'antihominidone'

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[lavendertheys]

the water's cold (Sugar, You)

Imogen is a reasonable person. She can be patient. She knows that sometimes, things just happen, and there’s nothing that she or anyone else can do about it.

But she was just stuck in the back corner of Laudna’s art classroom for the whole afternoon, trying to be small and invisible while her headphones only shut out a fraction of the kids’ noise, and then their go-to takeout restaurant was closed and it took them an extra hour to find food that wouldn’t aggravate Imogen’s headache, and now she’s waiting and waiting and waiting for the shower to heat up and melt away all this stimulation and fatigue lingering on her shoulders.

She sits on the closed toilet for five minutes, then ten, then makes it to twelve before heaving herself up to check again, and Imogen’s stomach drops when nothing but ice cold water hits her palm for the third time since she first turned it on. 

It never takes this long, right? 

It shouldn’t take this long. 

Why is it taking this long?

Her fingers are flexing in and out of shaky fists as she shoves through the door and goes back out to the living room, and she doesn’t have the patience for a deep breath before the words fall out of her mouth.

“The water’s cold,” Imogen blurts, breathless and agitated and about ready to explode if any other unexpected thing happens before today is over.

“Maybe it’s just taking a while?” Laudna wonders aloud.

Imogen clenches her jaw to stop herself from snapping, but the added pressure makes her head throb. “I know how the shower works,” she barely manages as a wall of tears presses against the back of her eyes. “If it was takin’ a normal amount of time, I wouldn’t be askin’ you about it.”

Laudna’s expression softens. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to suggest otherwise.” Then she pulls out her phone and starts tapping the screen. “I’ll check my email, see if there’s anything—shit.”

“What?”

Her eyes flit up to Imogen’s for a beat before dipping back down to her phone. “Due to preventive measures,” she reads off, “there will be no hot water on our street this weekend.”

Imogen sucks in as much air as her lungs will allow, it’s not enough, her vision is blurring, holy fuck she wants to scream—

A pair of cool hands frame her face and she lets Laudna pull her close, already crying when her cheek lands against Laudna’s chest, arms hanging uselessly at her sides as her fingers remain clenched tight.

“I’m sorry,” Laudna whispers. “I’m so sorry, Imogen.”

But she shakes her head and her expression twists into a glare. “Why're you sorry?” mutters, thick and strained and so fucking bitter even to her own ears. “It’s just a stupid shower.”

Long fingers card through her hair again and again and again. “Because I know you’ve been miserable for the last several hours, and that you were counting on a hot shower to help with your headache, and getting the rug pulled out from under you is never fun, even on a good day.”

Imogen sniffs hard, finally lets her own arms wrap around Laudna’s torso, and then lets a big sob out. “I’m tired.”

“I know, darling. I know.”

She keeps touching Imogen’s hair and Imogen keeps releasing those exhausted, shuddering sighs one at a time, until her heart rate gradually begins to slow and her lungs’ movements even out and she feels a little less on the brink of going nuclear.

“It’s not nearly the same thing,” Laudna murmurs near Imogen’s ear, “but would some hot chocolate help? A good snuggle with some ice packs?”

Imogen thinks and thinks and thinks and eventually nods a little.

“I love you,” Laudna adds, silky soft, a few beats later.

Her voice isn’t working anymore, but Imogen nods again, and Laudna kisses the top of her head.

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[hyperfixation-tangentopia]

I really went "Ah, Chikao and Tongbi don't do any kind of opposite swap like Wukong and Macaque do" as I was adding a song to Tongbi's playlist, then stopped and looked at the song and went "Oh. Wait."

#it's nothing as severe(?) but it happens nonetheless #I'm mildly losing my mind over it though #dang it I wasn't gonna put that much thought into it and now I'm mentally in a rabbit hole about it ahdhfbnwwksiud #and I can't share any of it because s p o i l e r s so I will continue to vaguely post around it #before I go back to working on the drawing I was doing for l o r e purposes #you get a hint and it's that Monkey's theory wasn't terribly far off #that's it that's the hint #will you notice inside this stupid ramble #unlikely #have it though #I have such a big headache but I love them so much #tealstars

[steakout-05]

ok as an artist i personally find traditional painting to be. really really annoying. like. i do not have the patience for it and i just find it to be really frustrating to set up and actually do and i end up not liking the results. i find that there's little room for mistakes and trying to fix them usually ends up with me making 50 other ones, paints can be so inconsistent and having to rely on availability and certain brands to continue making the paint is really inconvenient, not to mention expensive. spending a bunch of time trying to mix the right shade of paint, only for it to go down a completely different shade of colour and not being able to do anything about it is so frustrating as someone who likes consistency and having things just, y'know, not change colour as soon as it dries. plus, they all use different chemicals and can go off really easily or change textures and i am just not ok with having all my materials having an expiration date like food. lead and graphite pencils just don't do that and they can last for years, they're more reliable. every paint is drastically different and trying to find the right one is not only time consuming but, again, expensive, and i don't even see the point in experimenting when most of my materials end up not even getting used if i don't like using them. plus, i'm just.... really impatient. waiting for paint to dry sucks and is why i much prefer digital or just drawing something because i don't need to wait for anything, it just works. and then when i do want to take my time and work slowly for a better result, it dries too fast. it's kinda hellish trying to balance that time, especially considering how inconsistent paints are.

i like to use guidelines when doing art and i find painting straight onto a canvas to be really tricky because there's a lack of direction for me to actually paint. i'm at a complete loss at what to do when i pick up a brush because i can't map it out first without risking screwing up the paint. there's just so many things to keep track of and so much wet paint to avoid and i just do not have the mind for it. putting colours on a canvas and praying that it works just isn't it for me and requires a discipline that i just don't wanna involve myself with. painting is also just like... really exhausting and kinda painful. i got some pretty bad back issues and my arms tire and get sore easily and quickly when i'm standing in front of a canvas. it's a really physical activity for me and i just don't find something to be very fun to do at all when it's physically hurting me. i know drawing on a canvas has this issue too, which is why i prefer sketchbooks. sitting down and drawing something that doesn't break my entire spine every time i do it is much more preferrable than questioning if i should go to the doctor every time i make a brushstroke, lol

that's not to say that there's nothing i like about painting though! i can paint simple little things, and i like doing that. i like mixing colours with a palette knife and i find it fun and even a little relaxing. i painted some cute little chibi cardboard cutouts of the mario brothers one time and i found that to be really fun and i think i'd like to do that again! but apart from that, i just do not have the patience for it. i love the look of traditional paintings and i find many to be really beautiful, but i could never get into actually doing it myself because i hate the process. i'm content with just sketching and doing digital stuff because that's more fun to me and less stressful of a process to do. it's fun, it allows for more mistakes, it's easier to build up layers of shading and lines, not to mention using building up a figure with guidelines is super helpful with visualising what i want it to look like, and i can just erase something if i don't want it there or want to change something. it just makes sense to me.

tl;dr i dont like painting because it's inconsistent, expensive, time-consuming, directionless, frustrating and it makes my back hurt really bad. i'll just stick to drawing stuff :)

#vent #artist vent #i hate painting #i hate it so much and i just cannot understand it nor do i have the patience for it #i seriously had a crack at it and i just find it to be so annoying #there's so much preparation and i'd much prefer just whipping out a pencil and eraser and scribbling something down #to be fair though i do enjoy other art mediums that require more preparation #i find crafts to be fun and i really like working with air dry clay #using clay is just creating a little creature and i really quite like it a lot #making little cardboard guys is fun if not a bit tricky sometimes because my hands are so big compared to the tiny bits of carboard im usin #but it's very fun and cardboard is easy to get #clay is not so easy to get but you can get a lot of it and make many things with it #the only things i really dont like about clay is fingerprints and the fear of having your art literally explode when you fire it up #but other than that? fun! #painting? not fun! #paint is so messy and i don't like having goopy stuff getting stuck on me and all over my fingers all the time funnily enough #if i bump into something (which is very likely for me because i am clumsy) then oouuguh there goes all the paint its everywhere now #oh my god you know what i hate the most. i hate oil paints. i hate them so much. #the smell gives me bad headaches and makes me feel faint and it's hard to clean and dispose of and it's just more chemicals to deal with #it's just acrylic but more annoying #i don't think it's edible either which is. frustrating #it's also harder to clean out if you get stained with it (which is very likely because paint is messy) #i just dislike oil materials in general. they smell weird and they do not wash off. i still have oil pastel stains on one of my favourite- #-shirts despite the fact that it has been washed multiple times. and it took several days and so much fucking scrubbing to get- #-it out of my nails and off my hands completely. actual hellscape. #i know graphite and lead pencils would never betray me like this #pencils are so reliable and i love them <3 #pencils and drawing equipment in general are just more reliable and don't expire or develop inconsistent textures (except erasers for some- #-reason) and they don't! hurt! my! back! #like i'm over here needing to do the riker maneuver to sit down after i paint my back hurts so bad

[squirmydonnie]

There this piece of vent art I made in 6th grade that I can't stop looking over.

I don't fully understand

I can't help but be overly critical and have all these questions

Why is one side pink and the other blue?.. I know it was to make the purple heart, but what does that mean?. Why is the purple stuff all over me. I don't get that.

Is the blue a transgender thing because that wouldn't make any sense. I didn't even know transgender people were a thing.

Why didn't I color in 2 of the bows in my hair?

Why did I decide to not draw mouths? Or maybe I did on the older me, but then why is it half erased? Just get rid of the whole thing.

Missed a spot.

Tears don't work like this. Why isn't on your eye?

I just wanna know.

#cheeseburgerboy #i can tell something is wrong with me right now because i can't stop laughing and making noises. #i have a big headache #i feel sick when i open tumblr which is why i was supposed to delete it #so sick #i feel like my voice wants to come out but nothing is here. #i just don't feel good #i don't want to do this #because i know i can't handle it. #i don't want to deal with it #i want to give up #i don't like doing this #i think that i do. but if it doesn't go well i feel like a failure #i feel that way too much lately #why can't i do right #i have needs and i don't do anything about them #i love milk

[exopelagic]

update I have been in SUCH a good mood today and I love talking to people <3

#just met a bunch of the other biologists in different years there was a big thing and they’re so cool #I have had. just a little bit to drink bc there was wine and it was actually GOOD I don’t like wine but this stuff was like sweeter #had an actual taste and wasn’t just bitter and burny so I. maybe had like three glasses which is not a lot but I am a small man #my friend said I was normal but he’s also an unobservant straight man I know I was a little more than normal #and also definitely less coordinated (I walked into a wall.) #(nobody was watching it was fine) #it’s fine I don’t drink very often this is probably what happens. so much for alcohol doesn’t affect me very much maybe it depends on what #OH YEAH TOPSY THIS MIGHT BE EVIDENCE FOR THE VODKA BAD THING BC THIS DIDNT GIVE ME A HEADACHE #anyway. it was so fun catching up with some of these people I only see them like a few times a year #but they’re genuinely some of the nicest people I’ve met in this place #hopefully organising a thing with a few of them soon!! will be cooking for a couple people I might invite cool masters student whom I love #she’s my favourite biologist hands down I would kill for her #idk man it’s just made me remember how much I genuinely enjoy talking to people and bc it’s not the first time with a lot of them the like #initial icy awkwardness had melted and we could just be normal people and it was great #and like normally talking to people I actually have classes with it’s weird and slightly like. comparing each other feeling yknow? #but tonight the only people I had classes with who I talked to were my actual friends and then a bunch of people in other years #so it was just nice and chill and it was honestly kinda nice being able to be the reassuring older one like a few people were for me before #anyway yeah I understand a bit more abt a) why people drink at these things (the little extra confidence is nice I can’t lie) #b) this subject sucks in many ways and a lot of the people are shit here but so many aren’t and we’re just all not talking to each other #bc of the much louder incredibly annoying people in between who are much more visible #but when you do end up together it’s rlly nice and I just wish I’d talked to some of them earlier or like. more. #ms. masters I will miss you so much when you’re gone I will not be able to fill the void you leave next year but I will try o7 #also oh god yeah the freshers have personalities now it’s great I knew I just needed to give them some time #I only talked to like. threeee? but they’re rlly nice and one is coming for dinner soon hopefully I gotta organise that at some point. #maybe next term bc I don’t think I have time or the brain space to do extras this term now #but it will be at some point bc I rlly wanna talk to them all again. I’ll have so much more time next term I can do that #anyway. I love talking to people and I rlly like when I’m in a good mood I’m gonna try hype myself up more #I think I have a habit of slipping into everything sucks but when I’m not like that I can enjoy Everything. growth #anyway I’m sleeping now I’m so tired early bed goodnight <3 #luke.txt

[silkythewriter]

Vox and alastor with an undeserving to be in hell reader!

Warnings!:non!

Fandom!: Hazbin hotel!

Author note!;I THINK TUMBLER ACTUALLY HATES ME (ﾒ﹏ﾒ)(｡•́︿•̀｡)it keeps not letting me edit my drafts, it’s happened like 3 times already this week alone!,…BUT ANYWAY I LOVE THIS IDEA I REALLY HOPE YOY ENJOY!!!!♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Summary!: alastor and Vox x reader WHOs I. Hell for a minor sin/crime

❤️Written by silkythewriter do not steal or repost any other platform please! <3❤️

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“Each time I find myself

Flat on my face

I pick myself up and get back in the race!”

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!📺✨Vox✨📺!

When you first admitted what you did that counted as a “sin” he was flabbergasted! He thought they must’ve made a mistake. All be it one that was in favor since he got to be damned with you. But still!

Out of every monster known to man kind one who’ve committed acts that are despicable. You, one who can barely hurt a damn fly get sent with them?

At first he thought you were genuinely just joking. And he actually laughed! Like audible chuckled before waiting for the actual reason, which never came, and he soon realized you were being serious!

He always questioned why you use to refuse to kill, or at least scare people into respect. But then you explained how you refused to be like the rest of the sinners.

He utterly dumb founded you made it this far without spilling a bit of blood, at least for survival!

He becomes more overprotective as if he wasn’t before, good luck with that!

Cause now he knows your rules, he knows you won’t budge. Nothing would get you to change your mind. So he made sure to keep eyes on you 24/7, you may be nice, but the other sinners in this damned place definitely aren’t. And he knows that from experience

Would neither confirm or deny he put a small tracker in an item you carry every where.

This man has enemy’s as you’ve seen, demons, overlords, rival company’s, it’s a headache an a half for him. Not that he hates protecting you and your values! No never!, but the nerve of the people who think they even have a chance to lay a hand on you.

Gives you the lastest phone from his series, and yes he will text you and blow up ur phone up if he can see you through cameras around the city.

Even if you put it on silent he wouldn’t put behind himself to over load it and just show up on your phone screen.

Sometimes he’s just so confused how you can be so nice, or at worst passive to those who are poking at you. He thinks your a saint, even if you aren’t, an maybe you have a short temper still the way you hold yourself form blowing up is astonishing!

Sometimes he jokes about how if you were to go to Charlie you would be redeemed in a day. And at night sometimes he thinks about it and it scares him to know there’s a possibility for you to go where he will probably never be able to follow you too

He loves you to the depths and the crooks of hell, and he’ll be damned again if he lets anyone hurt you. He sees you as a small soft light in the red cover world, and he will do anything before anyone can put out that light.

He makes sure to keep a good distance between you and Val, a BIG distance.

He’s always on the edge about people around you, how can’t he? He can’t trust all these “disgusting and repulsive” sinners in hell around you. The thought alone cringes him out and stresses him.

He knows to some degree he isn’t exactly better then them sin wise, but he makes sure to do his best for you while infornt of you, he cares about his image, and wouldn’t be afraid to scare someone into discipline. BUT he will tone it down, just for you ♥(⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)♥

He has you under wraps, from the public eye in this case. As much as he’s one to show off his earnings, he loves you a little to much and knows well people will use you as a advantage. He loves to show off but you something just for him behind close doors for now before he can work something out

NOW if the public were to already know, he show off by showing how untouchable you were, demons knew better to approach you seeing as how fast he is to get rid of those stupid enough to try something.

Overall he respects your morals of not wanting to stoop as low as other sinners. But it dose make him more protective of you, your like a rare gem. There’s only a handful of people like you, and even then the numbers decrees daily, so he dose his most to make sure you safe and happy <3

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!🎙️✨Alastor✨🎙️!

Like Vix he humors it at first! Playing around with it before Laughing with his usual staticky voice as he stared at you with his unnerving smile. You guys quite literally stared at each other for a hot minute waiting for the other to say something.

It took you clearing your throat for him to realize you weren’t just trying to get a chuckle outta him.

And for the first time since you met him you caught a hint of confusion, making you explain that it was genuinely what you did.

He quite literally burst out laughing, you, someone who probably did something everyone did once is in this horrid place stuck with the horrid monsters ever! Just for that single act alone.

He will admit he found it a bit amusing how you refused to kill or lay a hand on anyone. Refusing to stoop to other people’s levels. Now that for him is pure gold of entreatment! He’s seen people like you, say the same exact thing then crumble when backed I to a Corner.

But for the first time, for all the decades he’s been damned here, he’s seen you stick to what you’ve stated. You were very much quite a spectacle!

Now finding new amusement, he decided to protect you, cause someone like you were sure to be a one time experience. Aside from loving you of course

Now with your name being accosted with him alone is a shield in if its self. Barely any one approached you, aside from those playing with their afterlives of course.

If you ever feel a looming shadow or presence it’s most likely one of his shadows. Like Vox he is gonna have his eyes on you almost always

Although he loves you he will play around to get a reaction out of you. All for the fun of it!, he knows you cringe when he talks about his cannibalism tendencies he just loves seeing your cute little face scrunch up!

Even though with all of that he is a gentleman and will make sure no one is to bother you.

He’s quite impressed you made it this far without getting killed, I mean of course you have him but if you arrived to hell and didn’t met him immediately he’d be quite impressed and surprised one you both do meet

He indulges himself in the horrible aspects of hell, with no remorse or shame what so ever either. So although he dose respect your wishes he won’t stop or calm down his tendencies.. （；へ：）but on the bright side he’ll make sure your far away or he goes off to other part of the city and do whatever he wishes. But your likely to see on the news either way… (￣▽￣💧

He dose enjoy the more civil and nice talks he has with you though! He finds it nice to take a break from all the crude talk on the street from other sinners and have a nice conversation!

Great listener let me tell you, he’ll happily sit there as you explain your day away! He honestly enjoys hearing you genuinely happy!, although his a chatter box himself but he enjoys listening to you more then anyone or anything else!

Watches you be nice to the most repulsive, and rude demon like it’s nothing. Even when disrespected you find a way to calm down the situation and nicely at that. Of course the demon doesn’t live long once their out of your sight, but still! He’s pleasantly surprised.

He finds it rather weird that your nice just for the sake of being nice but still it’s definitely a nice refresher from all the horrible people down in hell!

You catch his eye rather quickly with how you stick out from others (in a good way! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ) and his eyes end up on you, you mainly have all his attention almost always if he isn’t off doing something!, your his light just live Vox he’ll make sure you’ll shine bright as ever and won’t go out.

Not everyone can catch it but in some rare moments he’ll be seen just staring at you as you happily talk away to Charlie. And for the smallest second you can see his unnerving smile turn into a soft smirk, eyes only on you and his mind filled with only you. This happens on the regular, it’s just he’s quick to cover up so no one sees!

Overall he loves you, even with some differences between your views he’ll still do his best to make you comfortable. Aside from teasing you here and there! But other then that he’ll protect you, your one of kind. And he loves having things no one else can.

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AHHHH HELLOOOOO OH GORSH I MADE IT JUST IN TIME THIS TOOK SO LOBG TO DO CAUSE I KEPT HAVING TO DELETE AND REWRITE ON A NEW DRAFT AUGHHH I HOPE TUMBLR FIXES THIS BUG, BUT ANYWAY TYSM FOR REQUESTING PLEASE COME AGAIN!!!\(^ヮ^)/’

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[moonstruckme]

James being a big bear of a boyfriend and always just like lifting u up so easily to hug and sit on his lap and even tho u hate when anyone else does it he’s so BEEFY that you’re fine with him doing it

Yessssss I'm not much of a physical touch person irl but James I would allow

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 847 words

Sirius is trying to follow Remus’ example and focus on the puzzle, but his eyes keep flitting up to you worriedly. You’ve monopolized the couch, laying flat with a hand cast over your eyes and your mouth pinched in obvious discomfort. He’d tried rubbing your calf and Remus had offered you tea, but they’d both given up when the attention only seemed to worsen your mood. Remus suggested they work on the puzzle while you rest (not Sirius’ favorite activity, but forced upon him because it keeps him quiet) and now they’re both simply trying not incur your wrath. 

“Quit looking at me,” you growl without opening your eyes. 

In Sirius’ case, not doing a very good job. 

“Fine, sheesh,” he says, and you press your lips together like you’re restraining yourself from snapping at him. 

You cringe when the door opens, every line of you pulling taut. James is all smiles as he tosses his gym bag to the floor with a heavy thump. “Hello, my loves!” His voice is a decibel short of booming, but it softens when he sees you on the couch. “Oh, sorry, is she napping?” 

Remus shakes his head, lips pursed as he watches your hand tighten over your eyes. “Headache,” he explains quietly. 

“Oh, I’m sorry lovie.” James reroutes from the kitchen, heading for you. Sirius tenses. “How bad is it?” 

“Prongs,” Sirius whispers urgently, “don’t—”

But James has already lifted you, one hand under your knees and another supporting your back as he moves you smoothly from your chosen position of rest and into his lap. He makes it look like nothing, which is the first offense (Sirius isn’t sure which of you he’s more jealous of), but the second is that you let him. Sirius and Remus have both looked up in alarm, waiting for a biting protest that doesn’t come. Instead, you remove your hand from your face, burying in it James’ brawny shoulder instead. 

“Bad,” you grumble, but your tone lacks the venom you’d spat at Sirius a moment before. 

James coos like he’s got a kitten in his lap instead of a viper, bringing his considerable arms around you. His palm cups the back of your neck, kneading gently at the tensed muscles there. “Where does it hurt, darling?” 

“Everywhere.” 

“By your eyes?” 

“No.” 

He hums, brows furrowing as he works steadily at your neck. You’ve gone nearly lax in his arms, trusting him to hold you up as you slump against his front. “Have you been drinking water?” 

“It’s not that.” Some of the irritation is back in your tone, Sirius notices, but it’s been markedly softened for James. “I had tons of water this morning.” 

“Probably a tension headache then, yeah?” He looks to Remus, who nods. The quiet boy looks as dumbstruck as Sirius feels. 

James moves his grip to your sides and lifts you again, rearranging his legs to get more comfortable before placing you back in his lap. He places a hand on each side of your head, thumbs pushing into your temples and rubbing in slow, soothing circles. You begin to look like you might fall asleep.

“This is so unfair,” Sirius hisses to Remus. 

“He has a power,” Remus admits weakly, “which transcends understanding.” 

“Do you want some tea?” James murmurs to you after a while. Sirius’ eyes have gotten stuck watching the movement of his forearms, and he snaps them reluctantly back up. 

You hum, uncertain but definitely considering it. Behind you, Remus throws up his hands. James sees him and smiles, shoulders shaking with quiet laughter. 

“I’m getting the sense this isn’t the first cup you’ve been offered,” he says, looking immensely entertained. 

You sigh, but even that sounds pleasurable as his big thumbs drill diligently into your temples. “Yeah, but I just wanted to be left alone.” 

Remus and Sirius exchange a look. You seem perfectly fine with company now. 

“Don’t be silly,” James chides lightly, “a warm drink will make you feel better. Remus, love, would you be so kind as to make her a cup?” 

“Sure.” His voice is gruff, but then you murmur a quiet thanks, Rem and Sirius actually sees the moment his heart turns to mush. “No problem,” he says, softer now. 

“Attagirl.” James’ hand drops to give your shoulder a squeeze, his bicep flexing slightly with the movement. Christ, Sirius might have to fake a headache later, if this is the sort of treatment those receive. “Drink your tea and then we’ll get you to bed, yeah? You can sleep the rest of this off.” 

“You know, I offered to carry her to bed earlier,” Sirius says, still slightly bitter, “and she told me very clearly to fuck off.” 

You don’t sound so much exasperated now as exhausted. “Siri, when you carrying me doesn’t involve setting me down every five steps for a break, then we’ll talk.” 

James’ laugh surprises both of you, and he apologizes hastily for jostling you, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before resuming his ministrations. You don’t seem all that upset about it.

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[evilminji]

Okay, so maybe it's just me? Projecting my new Tea Phase?

Cause for med reasons, no more energy drinks, only Teeeeeeaaaaa~☆

But honestly? Now that I am an adult and ACTUALLY KNOW HOW TO MAKE IT? Really digging it! Am enjoying the Teas. Mmmmmmm~ leaf broth. I like the fruity ones.

So! IMAGINE~☆ If you will:

Danny. 14 and his parents are LOUD AS FUCK (CRASH BANG SMASH BANG WHIIII-) dispite it being, once again, a school night. This has been going one For Years. That STUPID fucking machine. All God damned hours. Crashes and bangs and powertools. Explosions.

When will it ever end!

He's... he's honestly used it.

Unknowingly? This is is a skill that will come in handy later. Living and functioning while sleep deprived. Healthy? Fuck no. But it's USEFUL. He IS the ten year old downing Monster drinks in the parking lot before school.

It makes him a jittery weirdo. Twitchy. Too much caffeine, not enough sleep, his parents either blew up or TOOK APART the washing machine AGAIN. He... he never stood a chance. It's a miracle the indoor plumbing hasn't been compromised yet... AGAIN.

His blood is more sugar, caffeine, and guarana or whatever those other things in the can are, then actual human blood. He doesn't CARE. He just needs too get decent grades, graduate, and become an astronaut. It's... it's FINE. This is normal. They're FINE.

(If they weren't... someone would have noticed, right? Would have DONE something. Cared. So it HAS to be fine. His family's just weird. It's FINE.)

But THEN...

The Accident.

And his biology CHANGES. Green goo, wrapped vicious and loving, around his very DNA. Like Kintsugi of the body and soul. In green, Green, GREEN. It... it's a lot. Everything changing all at once. Maybe that's why it takes him so long to notice.

Why he thinks "oh, I'm just tired cause I'm running more then usual. Fighting and flying. Doing ghost stuff."

When... when honestly? Some part of him always kinda KNEW. From the very moment he stumbled out of the portal. The aftershocks. The pain. Sam and Tucker crying, scrambling to help him up the stairs. Sam tearing her bag apart looking for her cramps medicine. Because... because pain medication is pain medication.

"It's gonna be okay, Danny. Please. Please god, just take it! I promise it's gonna be okay!"

How do you look your panicked, crying, strongest-person-you-know best friend in the eyes and tell her... you can FEEL it dissolving in your throat. Like the pills were dumped in a human shaped pot of acid. That... that the pain isn't changing... and you... you don't think it's going too.

When you're scared. Might be dying. And you can already tell they think it's their fault. W... when you're all just KIDS. And all you can think is... you can let them know how bad... how bad it hurts...

They'd never be able to live with that knowledge.

Yeah. Yeah, Sam. Thanks. T... The pills helped a lot. He feels better. You really saved the day. He lo... loves you guys so much.

...

.....

He thinks about that moment A LOT. About how much he realized and knew, before the denial kicked in. Before he got so... Tired. Fresh of all that energy. And? You'd think he realize. The mood swings. The irritability. The headaches that disappear the SECOND he goes ghost. That he's in caffeine withdrawal. But? Nope.

He kinda blames the constant ghost attacks for distracting him.

But see... Sam? Doesn't drink tea. Goes against her diet. Tucker was where he GOT his illicit borderline illegal energy drinks. And his sister? Big on flavored sparkling waters. Which are gross to him.

His PARENTS drink a thick tar they insist is coffee. It might be liquid fudge. Zone knows its nearly the same consistency. It's horrifying. No thanks, he wants to LIVE.

It's? Ironically? Mr. Lancer and his constant detentions, that help Danny realize somethings up. Because Mr. Lancer shares. If he makes a cup for himself, he'll make one for you. It's how he was raised. And, yeah, the after school detentions? Those were herbal blends. No caffeine.

But...

But they tasted nice. Were warm. The classroom was quiet and as frustrating as it was? The tea itself? Was always... the one exception to how shit the situation was. So Danny finally broke down and asked about it. Learned Mr. Lancer knew a? Surprisingly LOT about tea. Huh.

Then one day he gets SATURDAY detention. Oh joy!

Bright and early. One of the few times he could be trying, desperately, to be sleeping through his parents cacophony. Catching up on his desperately needed Zzz's. Here he is... getting a handed a new cup of different tea?

Breakfast blend? And a bagel..

N...none hostile breakfast? A quiet space to catch up on his homework? No Dash? Just... just a quiet classroom, some tea, and the sounds on a peaceful morning outside?

......oh.

It's the best time he's had in school in... God, in YEARS. He gets so MUCH done. For once can concentrate. And? Actually, now that he thinks about it? Feels... awake? Or at the very least, not as sleepy. And being a Fenton, whom to the LAST are a genius if eccentric family, it's pretty damn easy to put two and two together.

Tea.

He felt more awake after having Lancer's breakfast blend tea.

He obviously asks about it. Then, after detention is done. Calm packs up. Goes home. Drops his back in his room. Goes ghost. And SHOOTS for the Far Frozen with his phone and an energy drink. Because clearly he's missing something and it's time to ask.

The good doctors of the Frozen are... gently horrified. Clawed hands steeples infront of their mouths as they try to tactfully figure out how to word "Great One, WHAT THE FUCK!?!? Why would you DO THIS TO YOURSELF!?" Because that... is not professional. Breathe. In, out, in, out. We can do this.

They get the most patient and restrained of their elders to... CALMLY, very VERY Calmly, ask some medical questions. Listen. Without judgements! Because they are medical professionals. Who do NOT want to scream, forever, into the void. Certainly not. So Calm! (They are going to BURN THAT CAN IN-)

Which! Huh. Yeah, that explains the constant exhaustion. He was poisoning himself. Kinda. Not so much the GHOST but the human half. Putting to much strain and too much trace chemicals, minerals, and buckets of sugar. General "mmmm :/ Don't Like THAT ™" energy from the Goo causing it too try and constantly burning it all out of existence. Endlessly.

The more he put in, the more there was to burn. The more there was to burn, the more tired he became. The more tired he became... well, the more he put in. It was a slowly lethal starvation cycle. Big Yikes.

The TEA on the other hand? Those are leaves. The good recognizes leaves and water. Other various plants, dried or otherwise. It ignores them as "fine" until they reach a "problematic" threshold, apparently? So... *blank look at the doctor*

*sighs in medical professional*

Tea? Good. Satan Can of Halfa Poison? Bad. Please drink tea.

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And it's like MAGIC. He's suddenly BACK, baby! Ha ha ha! Skulker you fuckin THOUGHT?! Oh it's 2am? Well SUPRISE bitch! He's bright eyed and bushy tailed! His grades are up AND he's beating you like a drum! He has ice breakers for old people discussions now!! The local Tea Shops have NEVER been so well protected.

He actually manages to graduate with not just decent grades? But GOOD ones.

And the second. The INSTANT. He is legally his own man? Has his important paperwork squirrelled away and the go bags safely WELL outside of Amity. It's time. He meets OUTSIDE the house, because he's not an idiot. He's been practicing his Clones and has them ready to grab his parents so he can get out of there alive. Jazz is on video call from Star city.

His parents... suspected. Not at first, but as goofy as they are? They aren't ACTUALLY idiots. They've been watching, going over old research. Trying, failing, to get in touch with the League to have THEIR team test their research. Peer review is critical after all. They... they had been so certain. Are still somewhat certain.

But their research doesn't exactly ACCOUNT for this "halfa" phenomenon. So, there is a very real chance they are missing something. The one thing the DO know? Danny is their son. Stuck in some eternal mortally wounded state or not, he is a hero. And they weren't there for him.

They can't change their beliefs on a dime. But they've clearly missed a great deal. And refuse to fall to academic bias. The very thing that got them LAUGHED AT for decades. Mocked and belittled. This is their life's work. By God they WILL find out the truth.

It's? Better then he could have hoped. Not perfect. But better.

He helps set up safeties and a security check point at the portal. Both sides. He's kinda a big deal these days, mom, dad. Ghost scientists eager to work with them. A whole TEAM under their command. It certain endears ghosts to them a whole lot more. Then?

Copy of the blue prints, go bag turned into normal bags, Danny's off to college.

Bounces from major to major. Nothing really capturing his interest. As he aged, he's need less sleep. Gotten stronger. Grown into his father's height and grandfathers build. Tucker keeps calling him a dorito. Danny retaliates with Ancient Egyptian Cyber/Pharoah Twink allegations. According to SAM they are both dumbasses.

She's not WRONG... but hey D:<

Eventually? A really niche botany seminar run by Pamela Isely catches the attention of Tucker, who forwards it to him n Sam. Nice ™. It's being held in her Murder Park! Cool! Obviously they have to go. So off to Gotham they go. And? When they get there? Sam is APPALLED.

She may HATE landlords as much as the next activist.... but LOOK at all these run down, foreclosed, rotting buildings! Beautiful gothic infrastructure! Those could be businesses or homes! Danny, busy with signing them up, makes the mistake of tuning her out as she rants in fury. She does this some times. Needs to vent. Uh huh, you're very right. You should contact somebody. I agree. Mmmhmmm.

Hey, Sam, Ms. Isely needs your-....

Sam?

Oh FUCK ™.

By the time the Seminar come around? Sam has violently kicked in the door of more then a feel reality offices. Owns QUITE a few buildings. Danny is sweating. She... she's doing the THING again. The "gimme your Ghost Crew, I KNOW you have a highly specific Ghost Crew, don't you DARE lie to me or I take your knee caps, Danny" stare.

>.> Sam you can't keep doin- *stare intensifies* Yes Ma'am. *Pulls out Fenton phone* and so? Here come the renovation crew. The ONLY honest building Crew in all of Gotham. They cut no corners. Can't be threatened. Gangs, villians, and even local government office try to arrange... accidents on the build sites.

Nothing. Nada. In fact, it turns out more dangerous for THEM then this crew of outsiders!

Wtf!

Then? After these two College age weirdos finish Poison Fuckin Ivys HIGHLY SUSPECT biology seminar? Manson fucks off to who knows where! Leaving what HAS to be "the muscle" behind. Cause I mean? Look, at the guy! He's huge! And what does he do?

Goes building to building. Rents them out to low income families. Honest, hard working shop keepers. And? Eventually decides to settle smack dab in the middle of Gotham, in the shadow of Wayne fuckin tower, spitting distance from the Space museum..... and open? A tea shop? The FUCK?

"The Zone".

In a weird shade of green. With little ghosts, wearing crowns, because and I quote "it's funny"? Certainly crazy enough for Gotham. But like, it's loud as FUCK here. Crowded. There are gas attacks and shit. It'll never las-....

It stays untouched for MONTHS.

Sometimes being the ONLY building near it to be untouched. Gas NEVER getting in. The damn place a BUNKER. And? Despite looking like it's two floors? It's three. You enter and your actually on the second floor. No one's even sure where the fuck the guy LIVES, since he never seems to leave.

Not only THAT. But it... it's like one of those old school apothecaries. Big ol bank of drawers. Guy'll mix up your blend for you right as you watch. Tea nuts are actually risking COMING to Gotham to try his stuff. Writing articles. Apparently he has some pretty rare shit in those drawers.

Some UNKNOWN shit, according to one guy on ViewTube.

There's this whole debate on if it's Ultra Super Rare or that means it's just super cheap knock off crap. Some of them he won't make for people, even if they ask. There's a rumor it's for Meta's with specific diets. Or alien blends. But no one can verify that. Cause like?

Anyone who tries to cause trouble?

Can't fucking FIND the place. And if you're already inside? You just... drop. Stone cold unconscious. It's definitely magic but no one knows if it's HIS or Manson's? You know? He won't talk. Gets annoyed when harrased.

Which off course!

Leaves Only ONE gentleman for the job. An elite special forces trained expert. Polite, dignified, enjoyer of fine Teas. Alfred "Why do you chucklefucks keep forgetting I was in the Queens Service and a Registered Badass" Pennyworth.

After all! He DOES have the days shopping to do.

@babbling-babull @the-witchhunter @hdgnj @legitimatesatanspawn @lolottes

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #danny phantom #Tea Shop of Mysteries AU #alfred pennyworth

[luveline]

God bombshell x reid kills me I want them to just be together so bad but the slow burn is so good

Would you happen to have anything in mind for a situation where spencer starts to see that her feelings are genuine and he can envision actually being with her?

thanks for requesting my love! ♡ fem reader

Your arrival is marked by a bunch of different things. The smell of your perfume, the clack of your shoes. The clinking sound of your two tennis bracelets as you lift your hand, and the scratch of your fingernails in his hair. He shivers at the soft touch, worse as you lean down to talk in his ear. “Morning,” you say cheerily. 

It's a quick ordeal. A swift scratch and you pull away. 

You've done affectionate things like that before. Hugged him when you thought he needed it, kissed his cheek to say thanks. When he was in the hospital after Tobias, you held his hand the entire time. He's always thought you felt sorry for him —you've made it clear that you think the team could be better to him. If it weren't for you, he probably wouldn't believe it himself. 

But something about your scratching rings a bell in his head. 

It's just so… girlfriend-y. 

He lifts his head from his desk to watch you walk to your own. Hotch won't abide you sitting together anymore on account of you letting him chat as much as he likes without chiding, but you're not far enough to escape his attention, either. Spencer's gaze follows your arms as you shrug from your jacket, and your neck as you lean back and let out a sigh. 

He gets up. 

“Did you sleep okay?” he asks worriedly. 

“Slept just fine, honey,” you say, brushing down your blouse. “How about you? Headaches any better?” 

“They're fine.”

You touch your cheek gently. “... What are you looking at me for?”

“Nothing,” he says quickly. When a rare insecurity flashes in your eyes, he adds, “You look really pretty today, that's all.” 

“Oh.” Your lips perk into a big smile, charmed and charming. “Thank you, Spencer. You look handsome, too. Your hair’s growing.” You bring a hand to his face, not hesitant, but waiting permission, and when he lifts his chin a touch you rake your hand through the hair at the side of his head to tuck behind his ears. “What are you thinking? You'll grow it out again, or cut it short?” 

He's probably gonna do whatever he thinks you'll like, and he's smart enough to guess. “Grow it out?” 

Your delight is not subtle. “It's so soft. I love it. I love your curls.” You glance past him to the landing. “Hotch is looking at us. I'm gonna pretend I didn't see him.” 

“L/N.” 

“Or hear him.” 

“Reid,” Hotch tries. 

Spencer turns on the spot, baffled. You're told off often for flirting with him, but everyone jokes that Spencer is the unwitting party. Hotch gives him a reproachful look that seems to say, stop.

And the second bell rings. Not only does your affection go beyond the boundaries of a friendship, and act outside of playful teasing, Hotch sees it as a mutual partnership. As an equal back and forth. 

Well fine. If this is real, and he's apparently going to get in trouble for things now, he has to just– just do it, right? “Did you hear that?” he asks, laying the mock confusion on thick. 

Your laughter is immediate, loud and sudden and beautiful. You grab his arm and hide your head as though that might obscure the sound of your giggling, your perfume like a wave that hits him smack in the chest. He grins down at you, hand flying automatically to your shoulder.

A boyfriend-y touch, he'd say. 

Spencer could be your boyfriend. He could. You press your forehead to his chest to ride out your laughing and he can see the two of you together, not just a silly daydream but the real thing. 

“Don't be mad,” you're saying as you lift your head, your hand spreading over his arm, familiar in its gentleness. “Hotch, come on! I didn't see him at all this weekend, and he looks so nice today. You know he looks nice today, give me a break.” 

Your voice is shaped by your fondness for him, for Hotch, too, and stretched like a sheet of silk. Spencer doesn't think he could want you more. 

“I'm furious,” Hotch says plainly. “I want to see you both in my office. Preferably now.” 

You wait for him to go back into his office before giving Spencer a small, sorry smile. “My bad, handsome. That one's on me. Take you out to lunch to make up for it?” 

“How about I take you out to lunch?” he asks. 

“But you didn't do anything.” 

“Is that true?” he asks, giving you a nudge. “Come on. He's gonna yell at us about last Thursday's paperwork, you know, the Kentucky stuff.” 

Your eyes widen and your lips part, but you recover, sewing your arm through his as you lament, “Noooo, I forgot about that. He's gonna fry us alive.” 

You don't sound particularly upset. 

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[jedi-starbird]

A happier galaxy where the disaster lineage is somewhat less on fire constantly and senior padawan Obi-wan has developed a fixation on Mandalorians:

Sometimes Feemor regretted just how much he had given away when he had spent 5 expensive months bribing a traumatised Obi-wan to call him brother when he was 14. His dignity, for one, his access codes and shadow cloaking techniques, another. So he had a very dignified reaction when he was awoken to the shine of his younger brother's eyes in the dark at the foot of his bed. "I wou-stop screaming it's just me-I would like a Mandalorian. How do I procure one?"

"How the fuck should I know?"

Obi-wan scowled as if Feemor was being difficult, he wasn't, he wasn't quite awake enough for that yet. "You're a shadow, you're supposed to know things."

Ah, if being a shadow granted you the secrets of the universe instead of just a great many planetary governments, Feemor wouldn't spend so much time wondering what dark rituals Dooku had committed to result in Qui-gon Jinn. (He already knew what regular rituals Qui-gon had committed to result in Obi-wan)

"I know that I'm about to punt you out of my room right now."

"...My birthday is coming up, I believe I deserve compensation for all the traumas."

Obi-wan's eyes were very big now. Feemor sighed. He flopped back down into bed. He resisted the urge to pull his blankets back up and roll over. 'Oh sure when it's time to see mind healers everything's fine but now-'

"Shouldn't you be asking Master then?"

"Master would not approve of how I plan to use the Mandalorian."

He squinted at Obi-wan for a long moment. Obi-wan stared back. He did some quick mental maths and tried not to feel old. Eh. Fine. Feemor swung his legs out of bed. "You had me at 'Master wouldn't approve'."

"Do you think I could get one by walking into little Keldabe and asking very nicely?"

As it turns out, yes he could. A few too many in fact, apparently Jedi, their ancestral enemy, in the Mando district attracted attention, who knew? Feemor knew, Feemor would have known if only he had been properly awake when this semblence of a plan was proposed. He stalked through the cantina towards Obi-wan who was leaning slightly forwards against a pillar, ah...speaking, to a Mandalorian with painted orange armour while surrounded by a larger crowd of Mandos. At least they seem mostly amused. He ignored the youngers squawk as he yanked the back of his robes so that he moved away from the Mandalorian and spun him around.

"You cannot solve centuries of animosity by batting your eyelashes."

"I'm not batting my eyelashes " Obi-wan sniffed," I'm shaking my ass, there's decidedly more effort involved."

"I miss when I was an only child." Feemor sighed deeply. He used the force to scruff the neck of Obi-wan's robes and dangle him slightly in the air. He ignored the shouting from beside him and bowed politely to the staring Mandos. "My apologies for the disturbance, this will not happ-" He considered his brother who was now yelling out his personal comm code with a wink. " Please excuse us, this very probably will happen again, we shall workshop it. May the force be with you all."

I don't have a fully planned AU but it is Codywan!!! cause I love those bitches but have some more dialogue I came up with for this AU. I'm imagining them both as like 20-23, Obi's close to knighthood. He's still a padawan for this because I think him causing Qui-gon headaches is funny. Feemor fully thinks this complicated courtship dance Obi's created is funny, he likes studying his little brother like a bug, he just wasn't prepared for him to just waltz into little kelbade and start hitting on people, though he really should have been.

Hand wavy timeline with Jaster alive but the clones are still clones, Jango was kidnapped and held in stasis or something, Jaster claimed them as Mandos. This is really just about Obi's first and biggest diplomatic achivement being friendly Jedi-Mando relations purely cause he was in his thot era. This also somehow saves the galaxy from the sith.

I like to imagine that Cody's brothers recorded that little exchange between Fee and Obi on their helmets and uploaded it online where it went viral on MandoNet before going viral galaxywide because wait holy shit is that a Jedi saying that????. Qui-gon gets called in for a very weird meeting where the council's like ok so the entire holonet has seen your padawan being horny on main but also this is like the biggest jump in our diplomatic relationship with the Mandos in centuries so like can we keep this up somehow? This results in Obi-wan being holonet famous, first through vode recordings but then he starts a space tumblr and twitter account and he's famous now. Then his friends and other jedi start accounts because wait we're allowed to do that? and those become big as well and this is literally the best PR the jedi have had in hundreds of years. the holonet loves them. the sith are fuming.

Obi-wan, scoffing: What were they gonna do? Shoot me? Feemor: Yes. Obi-wan: I don't believe in blasters. Bly: ...like as a concept...? Obi-wan: No, spiritually.

Obi-wan: I'm sure there's a nice Mandalorian we can find for you Feemor: I'm not sure those 2 words belong together Obi-wan: No of course not, we can't find a nice one, then they'd be all alone, we need to find an absolute bastard of one so that you two match :)

Obi-wan: Oh so Master gets to take in pathetic life forms but I don't? This one's already domesticated! Wolffe: Debatable. Feemor: Cody's a person! Not a stray tooka! Obi-wan: Master takes in stray people all the time! That's how he got me!

Qui-gon: How do you explain this behaviour Padawan ? Obi-wan: The force pushed me towards the Mandalorians Master, it was quite insistent on me developing better relations with them given our difficult history. Feemor: Fascinating, please do elaborate, I'd love to hear the theological implications of a force-assigned kink.

#yes i will put jedi on social media into everything #i think early 20s menace obi wan with equally menace cody is so good #cody looks at this ginger twink and is like oh theres definitely something wrong with him but he amuses me so hes allowed to stay #cody: obi wan has 57 mental illnesses and is banned from most public spaces how can i not fuck him? #star wars #obi wan kenobi #feemor #codywan #commander cody #feemor and obi wan #jedi order #disaster lineage #star wars fic

[weird-is-life]

Doted on

Pairing: Spencer Reid x nurse!fem!reader

Summary: Spencer gets thrown head first against the wall, and you take him home from the hospital

Warnings: fluff, mentions of hospitals, headache, concussion, use of y/n and pet names

Words: 0.9k

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Spencer is currently sitting on a hospital bed with a really awful headache. And a concussion. The case went a little bit wrong while catching the unsub. He got thrown against the rock-hard wall, and it's safe to say he hit it head first.

The entire team is in the room with him as the nurse instructs on what he's supposed to do next.

"You're gonna need somebody to wake you up every few hours," the nurse starts," if there isn't anybody, we're going to have to keep you here."

"It's okay. I have somebody to look after me," Spencer murmurs, trying to pull out his phone out of his jacket.

He wants to call you. He knows your shift is ending right about now so he hopes that you'll come home with him, and take care of him as well.

What he doesn't know, is that you're already on your way to his room. Your best friend, and fellow nurse, let you know about Spencer being admitted into hospital right away. And since your very long shift is finally over, the only thing on your mind is Spence.

You come to the room right as all of the team members discuss who's going to take care of Spencer. Spencer, on the other hand, is ignoring them, his focus on his phone.

You don't understand why he's frowning so much until you realise it. You pull out your phone, and see the missed phone calls. You smile to yourself, and step into your room.

"Sorry, I missed your calls. I had the phone on silence mode," you say as you make your way to Spencer. His whole face lights up at the sight of you.

"Oh, hi," he happily greets you, but then he frowns," are you really here or is the concussion making me see things?"

You chuckle at his words," Spence, yeah I'm really here. I got here as soon as I could when I heard you got hurt. What happened, huh?"

"Didn't see the guy, got caught off guard, and thrown against the wall. Well at least I think I remember it right," Spencer frowns some more, but smiles instantly when you go dote on him.

You look at his plastered forehead, and run your fingers over it slightly. You want to kiss him right there, but there's a cough behind your back. You sheepishly turn around.

Spencer's whole team is staring at you, wide eyed and completely baffled. "Hello," you greet them shyly.

"Spencer, aren't you gonna introduce us?" Derek is the one to ask with raised eyebrows.

"Uh, yeah, sorry," Spencer chuckles," this," he smiles big at you," is y/n, my girlfriend." He says it so proudly, too.

The team just stares at you two. The whole room stays in awkward silence, and you have to try very hard to not run out of there.

Thankfully, Penelope Garcia is as sweet as you've heard from Spencer, and she comes running towards you first. "Oh my gosh, hi. You're so so pretty, I can't believe Spencer has been hiding you from us," she hugs you," I'm Penelope."

It wakes up the others from the shock too, and they come to introduce themselves to you. They are just as nice as Penelope, you can see why Spencer loves them so much.

"How long have you guys been together?" Derek asks curiously. Spencer takes you hand in his, and starts to fiddle with your fingers. Completely ignoring Derek's questions, you think, he must have hit his head pretty hard.

"A few months now," you smile kindly at all of them," we've actually met here. I patched up Spencer's bruised cheek after one of your cases."

"Oh I remember it," Derek smirks," I wondered why Spencer left the hospital so happy. " Derek teases, but Spencer seems to not care like at all.

"Yeah it's true. She gave me her number, of course I was happy." Spencer states, rubbing his temples with his free hand. "Guys, I'd love for you to get to know each other more, but my head is killing so I just want to get home."

Spencer stands up from the bed, and grabs his belongings before he says his goodbyes, and pulls you out of there. You quickly say goodbye to them too with a promise of seeing them again soon.

"Spencer, that was so rude!" You scold him when you get outside of their earshot.

"Maybe, "Spencer grins at you," but I really do have a bad headache, and I just missed you so much. So can you blame me?"

You chuckle,"I missed you too, handsome. But you should be nicer to them."

Spencer just rolls his eyes which makes his head hurt even more," I am nice. Even if not, they can handle it." Spencer laughs when he sees your disapproving expression.

"C'mon, sweetheart, I'm just joking. Don't worry," Spencer in the moment of making your disapproving face go away swiftly leans in to give you a kiss.

"You better be," you banter.

Spencer laughs some more making the headache even worse.

Spencer groans a bit in pain which immediately draws your attention. "You okay? Is your head spinning?"

"Y-Yeah, I'm okay. Just got a bad headache," he assures you as you two finally reach your car, and get in.

"Don't worry, handsome. As soon as we get home, I'll make you feel better," you squeeze his hand before you start the car.

Spencer smiles, he can't say he's happy about being injured, but he is definitely happy to be loved on by you, "thank you, sweetheart. I can't wait."

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid

[nanaslutt]

i have another toji idea but this time he’s your bodyguard!

readers dad is a really rich businessman or something and reader is basically serena van der woodsen! she’s always out partying doing drugs and sleeping around so her dad hires toji to keep close eye on her. she’s not happy about it obviously!

reader is in college and toji is like i dont know in his late 30s!!

Bodygaurd!Toji x RichBrat!Reader

contains: fem reader, legal age gap, drug use, non con/dub con (not from Toji), voyeurism, exhibitionism, choking, dacraphillia, restraints, rough sex, so much dirty talk, daddy kink (sorry), teasing, sexual tension, brat taming, multiple orgasms, size kink, Toji has a big dick and knows what aftercare is :3

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The club music around the two men was blaring, Toji could feel a headache coming on. "That her?" Toji asked, pointing to a girl who was laughing at some college boy's joke by the bar, swatting his arm playfully. "She's uh.. that one there." Your father spoke, almost too quietly to be heard under the music. He pointed to you, you who were currently adorned in a skimpy black nightgown-esc dress, the fabric being pulled over the curve of your ass and exposing your lacy black thong without a care in the word to the room around you as you sat on a boy's lap, ruffling his hair as you sucked on his tongue, his hands leading your hips as he ground you down on top of him.

Toji turned his head back to your father, an unreadable expression on his face. Your dad held up his hands in the air, waving them in front of him. "S-shes a good girl really, just a little.. misguided." He said defensively. You loved your father, he was the only man in your life who acctually cared about you and didnt use you for your status or body. The two of you had a wonderful relationship, the only problem was you were an only child, and your mom had died early on in your life, resulting in him spoiling you a little too much.

So when you started acting out, wearing skimpier clothes, doing drugs, staying out late, frequenting parties, and bringing a new stranger home to fuck on his couch every night, you didn't exactly take to his words telling you to 'maybe calm down' in the best way. It's not like he had been strict about it when he talked to you, he had been very sweet and understanding when you said you were 'going through something'. Your father's lack of disciplinary skills combined with how much love he had for you and the constant mindset to always keep his sweet little girl happy had resulted in your behavior getting worse and worse.

Which is where Toji came in. You had just finished up a new photoshoot for a major modeling brand and it had brought you even more attention than you had been getting before, meaning you were going out more, and frequently engaged in unsafe sex and use of drugs. Your father couldn't stand to see you like this, so he hired you a body guard without consulting you first, someone he had worked with in the past, someone he knew wouldn't take your shit, because he sure as hell wasn't going to stop you.

Toji stayed quiet, watching your body sway and move in a way that was clear to him you were under the influence of something. The man beneath you looked too sober, and the way he had started to manhandle your drugged out body made his eye twitch. Toji had known you since you were a kid, he started doing business with your dad when he turned seventeen, and he saw you around sometimes too, although you looked quite different back then. "Do whatever you have to do, I just cant stand to see my little girl like this." Your father said, placing his hand on Toji's shoulder before he checked the time on his expensive wristwatch, clicking his teeth.

"I have to go, please don't leave her side, don't let her bring anyone home, and don't let anything enter her mouth that isn't food or water, alright? I'll be back in a week." When your dad had mentioned not letting you ingest anything that wasn't food and water—referring to substances—he couldn't help but think that might include other people's genitals too. He just had a hunch from the way you had started to palm at the man's crotch underneath you. "Right, is it alright if I use force if I gotta?" Toji asked, squinting his eyes as he watched the scene unfold in front of him.

"Yeah that's.. that's fine.." Your dad answered hesitantly. Toji averted his gaze from you, turning his head to look at your father, he smiled. "Have a good trip, sir, Don't worry about your daughter, I'll stick around and whip her into shape for as long as you need me to." He reassured, before starting off in your direction.

Upon closer inspection, he could see your eyes were all out of focus, you looked like you didn't even know what was going on around you as the blond-haired boy roughly kissed your neck, starting to slide his hands down your ass, slipping his fingers underneath your panties. God, you really did look so much different from when he used to watch you lay on your stomach on the floor of your living room, watching your cartoons.

This new look didn't suit you quite as much, white powder on the table in front of you, girls and guys alike touching your skin wherever they could get in, drinks scattered around you, your bra peeking out of your dress as the strap slipped down your shoulder, your eyes rolled back in your head. He doubted you even knew the name of the man who was marking your neck. Hell, he doubted you knew any of the people around you. The people around you were too high off their asses to even notice Toji's presence as he stood right behind you, he was so close he could practically feel the heat radiating off your skin.

The boy under you looked up at him, pulling his lips away from your neck. "You wanna taste, get in line old man, 's how this shit works." He giggled, talking about you like you were some disposable inanimate tool. Toji grit his teeth, grabbing the boy's hand and stopping it before he could dip it any lower in your panties. "She's not even fucking here right now, you don't see anything wrong with that?" He asked, referring to how high you were. The boy was taken aback at Toji's sheer strength, "What the- let go of me man-" He tried yanking his hand away from Toji, but to no avail.

"Look- she fucking loves it its fine, ain't that right baby~" He asked, grinning as he took his other hand to grab your jaw, nodding it forcefully. You smiled drunkenly, your eyes all out of focus as he manhandled your head. "Alright, I've seen enough." Toji sighed, leaning down he picked you up with ease from underneath your arms and threw you over his shoulder, your ass being exposed even more—if that was even possible.

"What the fuck~" You slurred, eyes trying to focus on the constantly moving ground underneath you as Toji kept one hand on the small of your back, walking you out of the building. You felt dizzy and sick, the music was too loud, but you still felt the need to kick and scream at the man who was taking you away from the chaos. "Who the fuck are you? 'was fuckin' doing something back there.." You slurred, weakly struggling in his grip.

Toji stayed silent until he reached the exit, pushing the heavy wood open he took in the cool air of the night, the ice-cold oxygen feeling refreshing in both of your lungs. He pulled out his phone from his pocket, shooting a quick text to one of your drivers who was nearby to pick the two of you up, ignoring your 'hey- answer me''s in the backround. He slipped the device back into his pocket, plopping you down on the ground in front of him, making sure to keep a hand on your waist to insure you didn't fall over.

"Was it you I was kissing?" You asked, squinting your eyes at him as you leaned in, standing on your tippy toes you placed your hands on his solid chest to try to get a good look at his face. "I don't think he had black hair.." you slurred, losing your balance on your tippy toes, and falling back onto flat feet. Thanks to Toji's grip you didn't fall flat on your ass. "You don't even care do you?" He asked incredulously, keeping his tone steady as he let you grope his chest.

Toji took the opportunity to fix your appearance up a bit, pulling the strap of your dress back atop your shoulder so your bra was fully covered again; not like it made a huge difference thanks to how low the dress was, but he still wanted to give you some dignity; he used his large hands to slide down your waist, smoothing out your dress so it rested on your thighs once more as it should. His touch felt so good, it was a lot softer than the touches from the college boy's inside, you could work with this.

"Mmm, not really." You smiled up at him, biting your lip between your teeth as you looked him up and down. "You takin' me home to fuck me?" You mumbled, giving him a doped-out grin. "Not exactly." He replied. Seconds after, the car approached, and out came another middle-aged man who walked to the curbside and opened the door for the both of you. Toji held your waist as he walked you towards the open door. You stopped in your tracks, holding the top of the car door when you got close enough to see the driver's face.

You looked at him closely, narrowing your eyes. "Wait.. you're my driver.. why are you here? I'm not going home yet," you said confused, tuning your body to look between the two men. "Yes, you are," Toji replied, using a strong hand to manipulate your weak body as he pressed your shoulder down, pushing you into the car. "No- no wait- what the fuck? You said you were gonna fuck me." You slurred, watching the blurry picture of Toji slide into the car after you, the driver slamming it slut promptly.

Toji gripped your chin, tilting your head up to look at him, "Don't think your dad would like it very much if I fucked his daughter while she was high on coke." You blinked at him, trying to make the fuzziness in your vision go away, "'m not on coke, it's jus' molly, and why the fuck are you bringing up my dad?" You asked, trying to jerk your head away from his hand. "Your father hired me to be your personal cockblock, hope you're ready for rehab," Toji smirked, releasing your face as he bucked you into the seat, your body jolting when the driver pulled out into the street and started driving the two of you home.

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You woke up with a headache, stomachache— honestly it would take longer to list what wasn't aching in your body. You groaned, stretching your limbs under your own sheets as you tried to wake yourself up. Wait, these are my sheets? How did I get home last night? you wondered. "Fuck.. water." You sat up, sitting on your ass as you curled your legs up to your chest, laying your forehead on your knees. Your throat was dry- like you had been stranded in the dryest desert for months, you tried to swallow, but it just felt like swallowing sandpaper. You didn't care as much about how you got home, too focused on trying not to throw up as you tried to gather the strength to stand.

You always regretted the morning after you went so hard like a night like the last. You always felt like a shell of yourself the morning after, no amount of drugs or sex could make that feeling go away until the next night, but it wasn't awful enough for you to break this little cycle you had going. "Need some water?" A voice rang in your ears, making your body jolt as you held your hand over your chest, scooting back on the bed as you looked in the direction of the voice to the large figure standing in your doorway.

A tall, balck haired and well build man who looked to be around your dad's age walked into your room holding a glass of water, you swore he looked familiar but you couldn't pinpoint where you had seen him before. You sighed, chalking it up to another unwanted one-night stand who had overstayed their welcome, although you didn't quite feel sore down there.. maybe his dick was just small? It's not like you could remember if you tried anyways. "Don't you know you're not supposed to hang around after we fuck? It's called a one-night stand for a reason." You said sharply, rubbing your temples with your fingers.

"Good thing we didn't fuck." Toji smirked, flipping on your light switch, making your face scrunch up in displeasure. You had no time to be confused when the light hit your eyes, making your headache worsen tenfold as you hid your face in your knees once again, pulling the sheets over your head. "Dude, what the fuck! Turn that shit off." You yelled, your voice coming to him muffled as you spoke into the sheets. "Its almost 2pm, you're not going to rot in bed all day, promised your dad I would take care of you, so get up." He said, uncrossing his arms as he started towards you, setting the water down on the bedside table as he stood at the side of your mattress, looking down at you.

His words made a flashback shoot through your brain, one of last night, the two of you in a car together, and this man had just told you he was your bodyguard. You turned your head to the side, squinting your eye at him as you tried to gauge if he looked like the same man in your flashback--unfortunately for you, he did. "Fuuuuuuuuuck." You groaned, half of the word being muffled when you turned your head back to your knees. "Remember me now, princess?" He asked, his deep, usually soothing voice meeting your ears in a grating, annoying way.

You pick your head up, giving him the best snarky smile you could manage while your body fought with the aftereffects of what you did to it last night. "You really think you're gonna stop me from doing what I want?" You raised your eyebrow challengingly at him, keeping your eyes on his darker ones. "I'm not as nice as your daddy, so yes, I do." He said, ripping the comforter off of your frame he grabbed your ankle and yanked you towards him on the bed, your night shorts and t-shirt he had dressed you in last night riding up, showing more of your thighs and midriff.

You stared at him in disbelief, your chest heaving at the sudden manhandling. "Don't touch me." You yanked your foot out of his grip and sat up, sliding off the bed hastily you made quick work of walking past the man, towards the bathroom. Toji winced when you slammed the door shut to the bathroom behind you, the sound echoing through the entire house, he was sure even the neighbors heard it. He sighed, sitting down on your bed, his big hand coming to rub his forehead in annoyance. "He better be paying me fucking good to put up with his little brat," Toji mumbled under his breath.

When his hand dropped into his lap, his vision was unobstructed once more, and under the illumination of the bright lights above your bed, and the absence of your presence distracting him, he could clearly see the bag of white pills on your dresser. "Jesus christ.." Toji whispered, his lip curling in disgust. He stood, pocketing the bag of substances to promptly flush down the toilet later. Something in the back of his head was telling him to check in your bedside table.

The man didn't exactly have the strongest morals, so he didn't think much of going through a college junkie girl's drawer. Just as he expected, when he pulled the drawer open he found three bright orange pill bottles, all labeled with different names. With a curt laugh, he pocketed those as well, he would make sure they were delt with appropriately. Once the drugs were in his pocket, he noticed the bright pink vibrator next to them, along with a baby blue dildo, some condoms he doubted you used, and panties with the crotch cut out.

He laughed, "Your good girl is actually pretty naughty.." He said under his breath, directed to your father. He didn't want to look too long, not because he was afraid of you finding out, he was sure you were going to the moment you came back in here, looking for something to take your pain away from the day before. He didn't want to look too long because he didn't want to imagine his boss's daughter sprawled out on her bed, legs wide as one hand pinched her nipples and the other used the vibrator on her sensitive little clit through the gape in the crotchless panties.

He heard the shower turn on, snapping him out of his thoughts as he shut the drawer, averting his gaze as he did so. He flicked the lights off in your room as he left, making his way down to the living room where your chef was preparing your breakfast, rich people. The old woman behind the counter who was cooking something that smelled devine, looked happy to be there though. He knew how genuinely nice your father was, and he figured you must've treated them with the same kindness for them to stick around.

He must've been sitting on the couch watching the old woman cook for quite some time because your figure emerged from the hallway leading into the open room, adorned in nothing but skimpy panties and a tank top. You were ruffling your hair in a pink towel, trying to dry it the best you could before you discarded the towel on the floor and jumped up on the expensive-looking bar stool in front of the kitchen. You sat on your knees, your ass poking out towards Toji, he watched as you twisted back and forth on the chair, showing off your body like you wanted him to see.

He was grateful you had come down here in a better mood than before, you must've not checked your empty dresser drawer yet. "Good morning" You spoke kindly to the old woman, to which she replied her own 'good morning' with a smile. He liked seeing you like this, this was the you he recognized. He could barely tell you were the same person who was letting yourself get manhandled on the lap of a stranger in the middle of a disgusting club high on drugs.

Toji just couldn't help but break the peacefulness of the morning with his deep voice, "Where are your clothes?" He asked, "You have company." You sighed, sitting your butt down on the stool you brought your foot up on the cushion, resting your chin on your knee as you tipped your head as you looked at him. "You're just my handler, right? So why are you talking right now?" Your face was scrunched in disdain, the girl from last night making an appearance, he had a hard time telling which of the two of you was real.

"Just sayin' it's unbecoming for a young lady like you to have your ass out so shamelessly." Toji retorted. "This is my house, I'll do whatever I want old man." You bit back, spinning around as the chef pushed your plate towards you, the colors of the different foods on your plate stimulating your brain that was dulled from last night's drugs. "Oh ma'am, I would be lost without you." You whispered to the chef, placing your hand ontop of her wrinkled one gratefully. You thought the conversation between you and your babysitter was over, so you were shocked when you felt his chest bump against your back, his large hand reaching over yours to grab the other plate the woman had made for him.

"Your daddy spoiled you too much, now you're just a stuck-up brat. You should listen to your elders y'know?" Toji scolded. His voice sent goosebumps down your spine, maybe this could be something, you always did love a good hatefuck. The warmth of his chest was gone as soon as it came as he took the plate back to the sofa, kicking his legs up on the coffee table as he started shoveling the food into his mouth sloppily. "When you stop treating me like a kid, I might." You answered, keeping your back to him to he couldn't see the blush that had spread across your face.

The two of you ate in silence, you were the first to get up, walking your plate over to the sink to clean the food off, when your phone started buzzing on the counter. You abandoned the plate in the sink, walking back over to see who was calling. Toji watched your eyes light up as you answered the phone, probably some college boy you were fucking with at the moment had called you to hook up. It was the middle of the day, students these days were relentless. "Tonight? Send me the address and I'll be there~" You cooed into the receiver.

It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize you had just been invited out to another party. Toji acted quickly, when you faced your body away from him, leaning against the fridge as you listened to the boy speak, Toji appeared behind you once again, snatching your phone out of your hand, "No she won't." Toji spoke for you, letting him know you would absolutely not be going to any parties under his watch before hanging up the phone. "Stop fucking doing that!" You yelled, your body jolting in surprise as you turned around, glaring at the man just inches from you.

You grabbed his wrist that was holding your phone, with your other you ripped the device out of his hand before digging your sharp nail into his chest and giving him a death stare from under your lashes. "Touch what belongs to me again Ill-" "You'll what? Fire me? Your pretty drugged-up brain keeps forgetting your daddy hired me?" He smirked, crossing his bulging biceps over his chest. You took a step back, shaking your head. "You won't tell me what to do, fucking watch." You spat, walking off to your room. Toji brushed it off as an empty threat, what could you possibly accomplish when he was watching your every move like a hawk?

When you reached the comfort of your bedroom you slammed the door shut, hoping Toji would hear from his place downstairs. Who the fuck was he to come into your life and order you around? And your dad had hired him too? Seriously? These old men needed to stop fucking intervening with you, you didn't need any help. After that thought ran through your head you made a path straight for your drawer, looking for a pill or two to at least make you feel like you weren't cooped up at home if you couldn't actually leave.

Curling your fingers around the handle you pulled it open and- what the fuck? The familiar orange bottles you kept next to your sex toys were nowhere to be seen. Even on your most fucked up nights you had never neglected to put the bottles back where they belonged in your drawer. There was only one person who could've done this. "OLD MAN!!" Toji heard your voice echo, your footsteps getting louder as you marched angrily into the living room. A grin spread across his face when your figure came into view, his feet still kicked up on the coffee table as he barely spared you a glance before he went back to watching his show.

"Do you really not know my name, or are you just being a brat?" Toji asked, keeping his eyes on the screen. You were fuming, you had spent your hard-earned money on those (not like you had a shortage of cash or anything, but you hated your drug guy, he was so pushy and not at all cute.) "Toji, you had no right to go through my drawers like that, seriously, you're more fucked up than you think I am!" You yelled, your face growing hot, veins pumping with adrenaline. Toji decided you were worth the time of day, tilting his head back against the couch cushion he looked at you.

"Your daddy said I could do whatever I wanted, he also said to keep all that nasty shit out of your pretty little body, so that's exactly what I'm going to do." He replied, raising his eyebrows as he looked you up and down, pausing on your crotch, still only clad in those skimpy panties he couldn't stand. You blushed at him calling your body pretty, his words making your brain forget its track of thought for a moment. "W-what I put inside me isn't any of your business." You retorted, placing your hand on your hip.

"It is when your father specifically tells me it is." Toji laughed. "If you want something inside you so bad why don't you put those toys to use? That'll give you some kinda high for sure." Your face heat up even more. You figured he had seen your toy stash in the process of him throwing your pills away, but you didn't think he was going to use them against you like this. "Did my dad tell you to harass me like this too? Fucking pervert." You spat. "You're calling me a pervert when you're walking around in front of me with just those little panties on? There practically fucking see-through."

You were feeling hot in a different place now. You still wanted to punch him so hard he threw up, but another part of you wanted to climb over the cough and straddle his hips, pull his cock out and sit on it, letting him fuck you dumb. You'd never fucked someone his age before, it sounded fun, you bet he had loads more experience than the college guys you were sleeping with. "Why are you looking?" You retorted, your voice losing its edge. "Don't you want me to?" Toji replied. The two of you kept your eyes on one another, the air around you thick, making it hard to breath as neither one of you dared to break the eye contact.

The doorbell ringing snapped you out of it, both of your heads turning to look at the massive entrance doors. Toji stood to get it, but you beat him to it, running over to the door. "I got it." You told him. He stood behind the sofa, watching you open the door in your slutty attire. Pulling open the door, a handsome man around your age came into view, his arms sticking out for a hug as he stepped inside. "Absolutely not," Toji spoke, making haste for the door to shove him out. "Relax, do you think I'm fucking stupid?" Toji raised his eyebrows like you knew what he was going to say, before he crossed his arms and let you finish.

"He's gay, nothing is going to happen. You won't let me go to this fucking party, and I am not staying here alone with you all day." You hissed. The boy behind you nodded, his hand wrapped loosely around your waist. Toji stayed quiet for a while, the boy hadn't said or done anything yet to contrast your words, so even though he was hesitant, he stepped aside, letting the two of you pass as you held his hand and dragged him in the direction of your room. He heard you giggle as you pulled him along with you, his eyes squinting before he shook off the feeling, finding his place once more on the comfortable sofa.

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About an hour had passed since the boy had arrived and he hadn't heard anything suspicious yet. For having such a massive and expensive home, you sure had some thin fucking walls. Toji was starting to doze off, his show having long ended and now some drama had taken its place, droning on in the background. His eyes were fluttering shut, arms crossed over one another, and that’s when he heard it.

“Ahh!” His eyes shot open, scanning around the room as he tried to figure out if what he heard had been a figment of his imagination or not. “Fuck! Baby~ ngh!” There it was. All he needed to hear. You had fucking lied. He heard your moans echo through the walls, you were so loud it was like you wanted him to hear you. “This fucking bitch.” Toji mumbled under his breath, uncrossing his arms he stood and made haste for your room. The moans and crying began to be accompanied by slaps and squelches the closer he got to your closed door.

"Yeah~ give it to m-meee" you moaned between his thrusts. Truth be told, he wasn't fucking you well at all, you only invited him over because his looks rivaled Toji's, but even then he fell short. His thrusts were sloppy and felt more like he was jabbing around your cunt with a thin stick, but you wanted Toji to know you were in charge here, he wasn't going to come into your home and tell you what you could and couldn't do, so if it took a bad fuck to get that through his head, so be it, it's not like you were going to see this boy after today anyways.

You had a smile on your face, which the boy took as him fucking you good, his annoying moans filling up your ears, "Yeah? You like me fucking dick?" He whined, emphasizing his words with a thrust that made you yell out, not from pleasure; not like he would be able to distinguish the difference anyway, "Love ittt~" You faux moaned, fighting to keep a yawn from spilling through your lips. The boy kept jabbing his dick into your walls, and you got so immersed in listening to your own moans to get you through this, that your soul almost jumped out of your body when your door swung open.

Toji stood in the doorway, the vein on his forehead protruding out from under the skin as he took in your position. You were ass up, face down in the sheets, and he could tell right away you didn't like it as much as you were leading on, he saw right through your little game. It only took a couple steps for Toji to get from your doorway to standing behind the man at the edge of your bed. Faster than you could comprehend, Toji had yanked the boy back from the collar of his shirt, pulling him off the bed and out of you as he stumbled on the floor, awkwardly tucking his cock into his pants.

"What the fuck are you doing!?" You yelled, turning your body around you crawled towards them on the bed, reaching out for the boy like you wanted him to stay. This wasn't exactly what you had in mind, you wanted to rile Toji up and show him you could do whatever you wanted, but you didn't know he would storm in here and throw the boy out forcefully. You should've known he was the type of guy to pull something like this. "You know you're way out right?" He said to the confused boy you had dragged into your mess.

He held him up by the collar, bringing his face close to his own he tipped his head, waiting for the boy to answer. He nodded in fear, still trying to wrap his poor aroused head at what was happening. "Good, be a good boy and let yourself out, would you?" He whispered, throwing him forward and out of your room. The boy stumbled on his feet, trying to grab the wall so he didn't fall over before the door was being slammed shut in his face.

"Fuck! You asshole, Fuck!" You were behind Toji, grabbing at his shirt as you tried to get him to face you so you could yell at him properly. While he was throwing out your fuck, you had slid on your panties and pulled your tanktop back over your tits poorly, the hard buds of your nipples poking through the shirt. Toji wasted no time in turning quick on his heels as he grabbed you by the throat, your hands coming to grip at his wrist as he choked you out, pressing just hard enough that you could barely manage to get a stream of air through your esophagus.

He leaned his face close to yours, looking at how messy you looked with your tangled hair and smeared lipstick. "You really think you can get away with shit like that? Huh?" Toji asked, squinting his eyes at you. You whined, trying to give him a pout, "Aww, don't act like you wanted him to stay, he wasn't even fucking you right, was he? If I wanted to hear someone fake an orgasm I would've gone to pornhub." He said, looking between your glassy eyes and your swollen lips from the boys sloppy kissing.

"You're such a slut you know that? You can't go one fucking day without having a cock inside you, even if it's bad, huh?" He chastised, slowly walking you backward towards the bed, so slow you barely noticed it. "He get you high too? Hmm?" He asked, his other hand coming up to pull your eye down to get a better look at your pupils. "N-no." You whispered through his hand squeezing your throat. "No?" His eyes everted to the side table, where a few white pills sat atop the wood, waiting to be taken.

"But you were gonna let him get you high, weren't you?" He asked, following your face when you yanked it away from his hand that pulled down your eye. "None of your fucking business." You spat through your teeth. It was only then you realized you were back at your bed, your calves bumping into the mattress taking you out of your trance. "How is it none of my business when you were moaning like a pathetic slut just to get my attention?" He asked, tilting his head at you as he slid his massive thigh between your own, his knee pressing against your crotch.

You kept silent, pouting at him as you kept your pretty eyes locked on his, waiting for him to do anything. "You sure you ain't high right now?" He asked, to which you quickly nodded. Toji smirked, huffing out a smile at your unapologetic display of lust, "Ur' pupils that big cos you're horny then?" Your arousal spiked tenfold when he announced your need. You licked your lips, nodding at his words as you shamelessly let your eyes fall on his plump lips, dragging between them and his dark eyes.

Toji was feeling conflicted. On one hand, he could think of no better time to put you in your place and fuck the brat out of you, showing you who was really in charge here, you were sober and so clearly wanted it after all. The more rational side of him was telling him this was his boss's daughter, who was twice his age, so he absolutely should not fuck her. Unluckily for the rational side of his brain, your hard nipples poking through your shirt and the smell of your arousal that was still evident in the room was more than enough to sway him, the primal side of him winning as he listened to his urges.

"You wanna find out how it's supposed to feel to get fucked?" Toji whispered, like if he said the words too loud, your father who was currently in another country might hear. You nodded, pulling your lip between your teeth. He laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation before he pressed his lips to yours, the pair of you instantly groaning into the other's mouth. You don't know if you've ever felt this aroused in your life. Even his kisses made you feel something you've never experienced before, was every kiss supposed to feel like this?

Toji slowly pushed you back on the bed, keeping his knee between your legs as he hovered over you, releasing your neck and instead using one hand to pull your panties off, his other resting by your head so he didn't crush you. You wrapped your hands around his strong neck, whimpering into the kiss. He heard you giggle when you threw your panties somewhere in the room, sliding his hand up your waist as he situated you on the bed, pulling your thighs around his hips. "Whats so funny?" He asked, pulling back from the kiss as he watched you smile underneath him, tilting your head as you loosened your arms around his neck.

"Jus' wondering what my dad would think if he saw what the bodyguard he got to protect his little girl was doing to her right now~" You giggled, biting your lip. Toji shook his head, keeping his eyes on yours as he wordlessly dipped his fingers down to your pussy, teasing up and down your soaked entrance. "Yeah, what would he think about you fucking someone twice your age? Fuckin' brat." He spat, watching your smile fade and your expression be replaced with your slacked jaw and raised eyebrows as your eyes fluttered when he dipped his large fingers into your hole, pressing into it teasingly before pulling away.

"I know he's used to seein' you slut yourself out to those dumb college boys, but this might shock him.. huh?" He cooed, pressing his fingers into your cunt slowly, your walls greedily swallowing up his thick digits. "F-fuck-" You cursed, your eyes falling shut, tipping your head agaisnt the pillow. "That feel good baby? You like feelin' this old man's fingers in your pussy? Fuckin' into your sweet spot?" He whispered, bringing his lips against yours once more, hovering them against you as he inhaled your reactions when he curled his fingers, massaging your g-spot with precision.

"Right there-" You gasped quietly against his lips, wiggling your hips down onto his fingers. "Right here? Yeah? When's the last time someone actually touched you right here, hmm?" He asked, softly kissing your lips before he went back to hovering his lips over yours. "I-I don't know." You whispered, trying to kiss him back but he kept his lips just far enough away from yours that you couldn't manage. "No? That why you're so fucking insatiable huh? Jus' waiting to find the guy who will actually fuck you right?" You were dripping around his fingers. His soft teasing words were a stark contrast to his fingers that now pistoned in and out of you, wet squelching noises bouncing off the walls and echoing into your ears, driving you mad.

"Mhm- mhm-" You replied, nodding your head rapidly, feeling your orgasm come on quickly. "You're not gonna find that with these fuckin' college boys sweet thing, 'ya need a man for that, someone a little.. older." He whispered, making you whine against him as he curled his fingers into a particularly sensitive spot. You abandoned one of your arms around his neck, reaching between you to grab his wrist. Your eyes cracked open, staring up at him as you breathed heavily. "All it takes is a couple fingers and you're a good girl, isn't that right?" He asked, feeling you squeeze around his fingers.

He continued to drill his fingers into you, your back arching against him as moans fell freely from your lips, your nails digging into his wrist as you felt your orgasm creep up on you. "You gonna cum for me, princess?" Toji asked knowingly, smirking when you nodded against him. You felt it, it was right there, well within your grasp when- suddenly the stimulation stopped, your orgasm fizzling out. Your eyes peeled open, eyebrows scrunched together as you looked up at him with a crimson face. "You sure?" He asked, his smirk growing.

Toji abandoned his fingers from your pussy, pulling them out with a pop as he sat back on his heels, replacing his lips with his fingers soaked in your cum as he pressed them against your lips, watching while you eagerly took them into your mouth, moaning around them as you tasted yourself on your tongue. Of course, you were mad Toji had pulled away right before you came but with the way he had rubbed inside your walls so nicely, your brain couldn't think of anything bratty to say as you sucked on his fingers, watching his eyes watch your lips as he unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock in one swift movement.

You moaned around his fingers when your eyes made contact with his girth, it was massive, way bigger than anything you had taken before, even bigger than your dildo. His was prettier than other dicks you'd seen too, a pretty flushed and tripping tip to contrast against a slightly darker color of his length. He jerked his cock steadily, pressing his fingers deeper into your mouth. "You like what you see, brat?" Toji asked, grinning when he felt your tongue slide over his fingers, mimicking the way you sucked a cock.

Toji groaned through a smile when you grabbed his wrist tighter and pushed his fingers into your throat, bobbing your head around them. "Someone trained you before me, huh? Who taught you to suck fingers like a dick?" Toji asked, raising his eyebrows at you. You swallowed your arousal and saliva in your mouth before pulling his fingers from you, a line of spit connecting your lips to his fingers. "I don't remember." You smiled drunkenly, making his cock twitch as he didn't let up his strokes on it. "Such a slut." He said, shaking his head.

You whined at his words, spreading your legs around his thighs to make more room, you dropped your hands down to his cock and wrapped both your hands around the tip, jerking what you could while he kept up his own ministrations on his cock as well. "You gonna slut yourself out for me too? Show me how good you are at taking cock?" He asked, releasing his hand from his dick he leaned over you, placing his forearms around your head as you stroked the entirety of his cock in your hands, wrapping your legs around him.

"Yeah~" You answered, looking between the two of you as you pressed his fat tip against your entrance, his cock leaking against your pussy. "You gonna fuck me raw, daddy?" You whispered against his ear. Toji swore his brain stopped working, his cock throbbed in your hold at the name. He audibly groaned, pressing one of his hands over your mouth, "Don't do that." He warned, swallowing hard as his smile faded from his face, his arousal plastering itself all over his features.

Toji felt a new need, a rawer, more primal one. He knew he shouldn't have felt as aroused as he did when you called him that, but he couldn't fucking help it. He kept replaying your words over in his head, one of your hands came up to pull his down off of your mouth, while the other stayed between your legs, his tip pushing past the ring of your cunt, making the both of you gasp. "You like it when I call you that, huh?" You whispered, watching his jaw go slack and his eyes roll back as he slipped deeper and deeper into your cunt. "Fuck- you're so- haah- so big-" you whined, his cock pressing agaisnt your sweet spot ruining your attempts at being in control for even a second.

"Yeah.." Toji moaned, his eyes peeled open again to watch your expression as you took his cock, "Let's see if you're still runnin' that fuckin' mouth when I'm done with you." He finished, thrusting his cock to the hilt unexpectedly, knocking the wind out of you. The older man started up a brutal pace inside your cunt, his eyes rolling back at how tight and warm you were around him. Both of your hands came down to push against his pelvis, trying to get him to slow down, "Fuck! T-toji w-wait wait-" You whined at the painful stretch.

"Nah, what happened to 'daddy' huh? Though you liked callin' me that shit." He asked, not letting up his hips, ignoring your hands trying to push him away. "Stop fucking whining, you can take it, ur' such a big fuckin' girl who can take anything, right?" Toji smirked, biting down on his teeth when he felt you squeeze around him. Incohearant moans were being fucked out of you, one of your hands starting to circle around your little clit in small circles as you felt yourself rapidly approach your orgasm.

He gripped both of your wrists together, stopping your motions as he pinned your hands above your head, watching your head thrash back and forth against the sheets. "Answer me brat." He spat, picking up the pace of his hips. "Fuck f-fuck D-daddy please-" You wined, letting him hear exactly what he wanted to hear. You've never called anyone other than your father that name; really only calling Toji the nickname in the first place to tease him; so it felt foreign calling Toji that in this setting, but seeing how worked up it got him made you aroused as well.

He groaned once again at the nickname, his hand that wasn't pinning your arms above your head came down to rub at your clit, finding it with pinpoint precision and rubbing it in circles just how you liked it. "Oh fuck me-" you groaned, your eyes rolling back, head tipping back in the sheets, revealing your still marked-up neck to him. He hated the sight, he wanted to lean down and replace the ugly purple marks with his own, darker ones, so that's exactly what he did.

He found the bruises with his eyes first, then made sure his lips were covering them before he started sucking the skin into his mouth, making you gasp. "When's the last time someone touched your clit for you?" Toji asked, noticing how tight you got around him when you rubbed the little bud, your legs squeezing his waist simultaneously. "I- I don't know I- Fuck!" Your head pushed further back into the sheets as Toji kept sucking on your neck. "Feels soo much better when someone else does it huh?" Toji asked knowingly.

Your moans were raising in pitch, the noises coming less frequently as your high crept over you, your breath stuttering in your chest as you came hard, all over his dick, moaning out his name and broken cries of 'daddy' as you did. "Oh- fuck yeahhh~ Cum all over daddy's fucking cock princess, that's fucking right~" He leaned back from your neck, pressing your wrists into the bed harder as he fucked you through your first orgasm, your walls squeezing him like you were trying to milk him for all he was worth. You came down, gasping and crying in overstimulation as Toji kept fucking you, the squelching louder now thanks to your orgasm.

"That feel good baby? Wanna feel that again?" He asked, laughing at how tears had started to fall down your cheeks. "P-please fuck- Your cock feels so- fucking- good-" You praised through his rough thrusts, his hips making your body slide up on the bed from how hard he was fucking you. "Yeah? I bet it feels good, you're fucking shaking." Toji laughed, slowing his thumb against your clit so as to not overstimulate you to the point of passing out, as validating as it would be to see you literally pass out from his cock, he didn't want to deal with that right now.

"You like my p-pussy?" You asked, smirking at him, noticing how his grip on your wrists tightened when you asked him that. His cock twitched as he watched your tits bounce from under your shirt, your nipple occasionally popping out from under the fabric. "Who taught you to speak like that? Such a filthy fucking mouth." Toji chastized, picking up his thumb on your clit once more, wanting to see you fall apart one more time on his dick before he came.

"Y- fuck T-you didn't answer-" You wined, feeling the coil tighten in your stomach once more. Everything about this man was making your entire body feel like it was on fire. How confident he was, how he knew your anatomy like the back of his hand, how he seemed to know every little button on your body that made you twitch and whine, all of it was driving you crazy. "You want me to tell you how much I love fucking you little pussy? Huh?" He stared, groaning against your lips as he leaned down, kissing you between words.

"Want me to tell you how I almost came when I got inside you? How good it feels when you twitch around me?" He whispered, kissing you hungrily, swallowing up your high-pitched moans as his hips lost rhythm. "That what you wanna hear? How you have daddy losing his mind in your tight little cunt?" You pulled off of his lips, practically screaming his name as your high crashed over you once more, his words being the final straw that got you there.

Toji dropped his head to your neck, biting the skin there to keep his groans at bay. "Fuck- fuck- where do you want it?" Toji rushed, hoping you were able to respond through your orgasm, or he was going to cum inside you anyways. "I-inside daddy f-fill me up!" You slurred through your high, riding your orgasm out on his dick as he continued to pull his cock almost completely out before bullying it back inside you. "Yeah? Want me to cum inside you? God- you drive me fucking crazy-" Toji continued to thrust inside your tired cunt, fucking you once more into overstimulation as he groaned loudly into your neck; he never was one to be shy about being loud in bed.

"Fuck- It's coming- gonna fill you up baby, 'n you're gonna take every last fucking drop, right?" He asked. He desperately needed to hear you say it. "Yes baby yes- g-gonna take it all- c-cum inside me pleasee~" You slurred, the pulsing of your walls working him over just right as his breath hitched at the first rope of his hot cum shooting inside your cunt. His teeth dug into your neck when he came, his hips stuttering as he humped them against you every time his cock shot out his cum. "Yessss~ Fucking give it to me daddy~" you slurred against his ear, giggling.

He stilled against you, the aftershocks of his orgasm wracking through his body, his grip had tightened around your wrist almost completely cutting off your circulation, you were sure to have bruises there in the morning. The two of you panted when he finally came down from his high. He sat up, slowly pulling his cock out of your sore and red pussy, his eyes watching as his thick cum spilled out of your hole and down the curve of your ass. "Take a picture if you wanna~" You said, squeezing your calves around his waist.

Toji shook his head, "You should be careful with that, you know who you are, don't you?" Toji said, scooping up his cum he stuffed his fingers back inside you, keeping it all in. You didn't know what to say back, guys usually jumped at the opportunity to take a picture of you all ruined like this, was it weird to say you were almost charmed by Toji looking out for you? "Your legs alright?" He asked, his voice breaking the silence when he noticed how shaky they were.

You weren't used to someone asking how you were after sex either.. this Toji.. he was weird. "Uh, yeah, just a little sore." You said, uncharacteristically shy. His eyes glanced up at your bashful face, before they found your wrists, seeing bright red marks imprint on the skin there, he admit the sight was erotic, but that shit look like it hurt. "Shit, sorry," Toji mumbled, his hand reaching up to your hands on your tummy to rub your wrist softly in his hands. "Didn't mean to fuck your shit up so bad." He laughed. You giggled at his choice of words, "It's fine, it felt good." you replied.

Toji had started to climb off the bed, tucking his cock into his pants a he laughed, walking towards the entrance of your room. Right, he was going to leave now, just because he was a good fuck doesn't mean he was going to stay now. "Don't move," he instructed, making you snap out of your thoughts. You watched Toji exit the room, you heard the skin in the bathroom turn on briefly before the water stopped, soon after the large man entered the room again.

You hadn't moved, just like he told you to. You watched him crawl back on the bed, a damp rag in his hand as he wiped your legs down, starting from your ankles, "I would carry you to the shower, but you wouldn't be able to stand anyway." He laughed. You pulled your leg back, out of his grasp, "What are you doing?" You asked. Toji looked at you like you were dumb, "I'm cleaning you up?" He said like it was obvious, roughly pulling your leg back towards himself so he could wipe you clean again, kissing your ankle before he threw it over his shoulder, scooting forward to wipe down the underside of his thigh.

"You're weird, Toji fushiguro." You said, blushing at his sudden soft treatment of your body. The man laughed, reaching your sore cunt he dragged the towel through your folds, cleaning the mess the two of you made there as you groaned in distain. "Okay, baby." He replied.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for sabotaging my husband's relationships?

CW for discussions about sex, but I wouldn't say it's NSFW

In my country, arranged marriages are very common and this was how I (24F) got married with "Jason" (24M) (note that I said ARRANGED marriages, not FORCED marriages. An arranged marriage is basically when your family plays matchmaker with you and someone else, but it isn't forced). It's important to say I never wanted to get married and am for sure placed somewhere in the ace spectrum, because sex was never something important to me. But I knew Jason since we were kids and he was always nice to me, so I accepted to spend some time with him and see where it would go.

Turns out Jason and I had a lot in common. Our country is pretty religious, but neither of us saw that much importance in religion and just pretended to our families to not cause problems. We are both more on the introvert side and don't like crowds or big family reunions. When I told him about my feelings about sex and sexuality, he was sweet and understanding. We ended up becoming good friends and it was obvious the idea of marrying each other seemed appealing for us.

So we got married two years ago. We made a deal to be basically good friends who are married, to not have sex and sleep in different rooms. He was allowed to sleep with whoever he wanted since he was not getting this from me. Everything was perfectly fine.

Our families, however, really started to pressure us to have children this last year. Since this was so important to them, we agreed to, well, try. But first I asked him to make an STI exam since he had his fair share of casual sex and, even though he reassured me he always used protection, I wouldn't feel safe otherwise. After the exam showed he was clean, we had our first time together and it was great. Way better than I could ever imagine. After that, he noticed I liked it and asked if sex was in the equation of our relationship now. I said yes.

This was a few months ago and since then we've been having sex pretty regularly, but we also started to spend more time together outside of that, and I think my feelings of friendship for Jason are starting to change. Not only that, but I started to feel jealous of his casual relationships, especially his affair with this "Anna" girl (20sF) who he's been seeing regularly for the past months. I'm scared he starts to fall in love with her, because he always speaks highly of her and he seems to like her.

So I kinda started to sabotage his dates with her and other girls, in a way? I pretend to have headaches, to feel sick or sad or any other excuse so he has to stay with me instead of go see them. I know it's childish and maybe I should just talk to him about it, but I'm so scared he doesn't feel the same and things get weird between us. It's not like we can escape each other.

AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole

[echoofadream]

Your favorite patient...

Part 1

Summary: You are a hardworking doctor and you save a man's life. Wait, why is he coming back with all sorts of conditions? What do you mean he followed you home? He's begging to be your...what?

Contains: Obsessive behavior(yandere), stalking, mentions of masturbation, slight smut, dom!reader(gender is not specified), sub!male!yandere.

Part 2 Part 3

Imagine you work in a hospital. You're a workaholic doctor who simply loves treating people and helping them get healthier and better. You greet everyone with a smile and try to cheer up every person who comes in, despite their state. 

One day a young man is brought into the ER and you find out he had been in a horrible car accident. You don't waste any more time and treat his wounds and the next day he's already conscious and aware of everything happening around him. Yours is the first face he sees once awake.

The following days you visit him in his hospital room and ask him how he's feeling, the same honest and benevolent smile on your face. You can tell that he's exaggerating most of the time and that the pain he tells you he's experiencing is not as severe as he claims. So you do the only rational thing and discharge him.

Next week, he's back with another issue and he requests you specifically. An ear infection. It wasn't your area of expertise but you took a look and recommended him a qualified doctor. He left displeased.

One week later you saw him again. A stomach ache. It wasn't bad but he wouldn't have it. "You don't get it, doctor! It hurts!" he'd say and grab your wrist, putting it on his lower stomach. He wanted a set of tests. He was even willing to pay any sum of money! You actually ran the tests and he spent one night in the hospital. You should've paid more attention to the smile he had on his face when you came with his results. He wasn't pleased seeing a green line next to every word on the file, yet he understood the situation and left. "Thank you so much, doctor!" he said with a huge smile on his face. "I was so scared! What would I do without you?"

The following week he was in the ER again. Ibuprofen overdose. "I had a headache and didn't know what to do! Help me, doctor!" A part of you was starting to see a pattern, yet your overworked mind couldn't quite put the finger on the issue at hand. You treated him like any other patient. The same friendly smile on your face, the same soft tone of voice, the same tired eyes. You were busy saving lives everyday. This was your duty and you had to do it right. "Such a big heart you have, doctor!" the same adoration in his eyes when he says this as always. "You're amazing!" and you could've sworn you saw tiny hearts forming inside his dark pupils. You should drink less caffeine, really.

After a couple of days the man doesn't come into the ER. Yet you don't even notice his absence. You were so overworked, so tired! Poor you!

One random Thursday(a thoroughly planned day) you freeze when you step into your living room. A familiar person was sitting on your couch. You knew him from somewhere, but why was it so hard for you to remember?

"Hello, doctor!" he greets. The same smile, the same excited voice. And you recognized him. "Don't tell me you don't know who I am..." he started, a bit of disappointment making its way into his facial expression.

You were standing there, unable to move. What was your patient doing inside your house? How did he know where you lived? How did he get inside? Why did he get inside? Was he dange-

"You don't look too pleased to see me, doctor..." he says, a small frown on his face. He approaches you and you instinctively take a step back. "Don't be afraid. I'd never hurt you." his words were either as honest as they could be or he was one hell of a liar. The former sounded better. "You're good and kind and gentle. I'd never hurt you" he chuckled. That makes you make another step back.

"What are you doing here?" you ask, breathlessly.

"I'm here for you, isn't that obvious?"

It was very obvious but you were hoping he'd elaborate.

"You work so hard, doctor" he starts talking in a pitiful, saddened voice. "You work overtime almost everyday. You always come back home late. You don't even have time to cook and you always order takeaway. Then you sit in front of the TV with a glass of wine in your hand, drifting off with god knows what series in the background." He chuckles. "Well, I know actually.".

He takes another step towards you and you flinch. "I wanna make you feel good, doctor" he tells you, almost whimpering. "You work so hard...it's a pity you don't have a slave at home to take care of each and every one of your needs"

Did he just say slave?

"I've been following you ever since you saved my life, doctor. I owe you!". He puts a hand over his heart, trying to show you just how much he loves you. "I know everything you do. I know you barely have a social life, or a sleep schedule or time for yourself except for the moments when you lay on your back on the bed, your glass on the bedside table and you...touch yourself." He blushed at his own words. Meanwhile, you were going through the five stages of fear. If they didn't exist until now, well now they did.

"You don't have any time to clean this place either. I know, since I try not to cough when I lay under your bed and listen to your moans every night." A huge smile spreads across his face. "God, you're amazing..." .

Your hand goes to the pocket of your coat and, as soon as he sees you, his face darkens.

"Doctor...I told you I'm not here to hurt you" His tone held some sort of threat and that made you the more afraid. Your fingers wrap around your phone and you pull it out. He grabs your wrist, stopping you. "You're not gonna do that!" he screams. "You're gonna make me yours! You're gonna do it!".

The sound of your palm making contact with his cheek echoed in the room. He bends forward a little, covering his red cheek and whining softly. He looks at you with fear in his eyes, but you needed to be blind not to see the arousal that fear created. He drops to his knees, hands on his thighs, head lowered.

"I'm sorry, doctor!" he whines. "I shouldn't have yelled at you! Please forgive me! Please! Forgive me for being such a bad boy..." .

You look at him with a shocked expression. It was crystal clear that he was living inside his own world of make-believe in which you were the master and he was the slave. It was obvious he'd wanted it ever since he first saw you. And that he wouldn't take 'no' for an answer.

You smirk, all the previously felt fear having already vanished. After all, everything he said was right. You were exhausted and you needed someone to serve you. You deserved it, didn't you? Weren't you that god sent person who saved this poor boy's life? Why not give him what he wants? Why not...give yourself what you want?

"You followed me home" you start, your tone as assertive as you could make it. You could see his body shiver and that only made you keep going. "You broke into my house multiple times. You stalked me!"

A soft whimper escapes the man in front of you. He tries to lift his head, to look at you with those big pleading puppy eyes of his, to show you how very sorry he felt(not in the slightest) for doing all that. But when you snap at him he lowers his head again.

"You gave yourself medical conditions so that I could treat you! What kind of sick fuck does that?"

He moaned when he heard your degrading words, lifting his head and looking you straight in the eyes, a big smile on his face.

"I'm sick, doctor. I'm very sick..."

You laughed at his wordplay. "I think you've been a bad boy. A bad sick naughty boy. You know what bad boys get?" You smirk, waiting for his answer.

"Punishment!" he yells, his eagerness immeasurable. "They get punishment. Please, doctor..."

"Please, what?"

"Please....punish me"

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it!

If this goes well I'll write the second part(smut ofc).

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