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ike-bana · 1 year

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Fragments (Dabi x reader)

Pairing : Dabi x fem! reader

words: 1.9K

Genre: Angst

Content warning : Toxic relationships/unhealthy relationships, arguments, alcohol use, smoking,angst,mentions of abuse, swearing, mentions of violence,pregnancy,mature/adult themes,no clear spoliers except you squint really hard,manupilation(if you squint). Minors DNI

Summary: All that's left of your relationship were tiny fragments, tiny little fragments you were trying to put back together yet even you were reaching your limit.

Songs to set the mood: Been like this by Doja cat / I hate everything about you by three days grace. If you have your own playlist,it's fine as well!

A/N: I was in a angsty mood and this came up so suffer or enjoy whichever. I also used the British past tense of burn cause that's what I use. I view the reader as female but I don't think gender was stated here so do with that what you wish

You sat there on the cold tiled floor as your back was leaning on the kitchen wall. You covered your face with your trembling tear stained hands. Your eyes were red and puffy and your head was throbbing. Your body was worn and weary from all the crying that you could no longer let out a proper sob. You let out a shaky sigh as you were terribly exhausted. This wasn't new to you, you were used to situations like this, often times you'd lock yourself in the bathroom hugging yourself and sobbing uncontrollably until he calmed down. It wasn't like it was an uncommon occurrence .All couples fought at some point in their relationships,it was always bound to happen

but damn, this was the fifth time this week.

You folded your legs under your thighs in a cross-legged fashion kicking a ceramic shard in the process. That was your brand new plate you got for 20% off at the store

or at least what was left of it.

You scanned the kitchen carefully, taking in the blatant state of complete disarray. Broken plates and cups flooded the room ,chairs toppled over and one of the table's legs had come off, knocking it off balance. you had to replace the good as damaged piece of furniture the next time you went shopping. As saddened as you were,a small part of you was grateful he didn't burn the place down with his quirk.You knew very well what he was capable of and you wouldn't stand a chance with your subpar quirk. You could turn small items into powder. It couldn't be used against people or animals and it wouldn't work on anything larger than small notepad.You wouldn't want to call it useless as it has helped you quit the number of times but you knew it couldn't hold a candle to your boyfriend's flame quirk.

You grimaced as you heard a blunt being lit in the next room followed by the clanging of bottles from the cabinet. His usual routine after a fight like this, you could count the number of times you had told him to stop but he'd always snap at you so you gave up trying. It helped him keep calm since he couldn't burn the place down. He had never raised his hand against you,something you were once again grateful for but he almost burnt you with his quirk.Almost. It was just that one time and he apologized. That was what you kept telling yourself. Dabi did indeed apologize and he went above and beyond to make it up to you both physically and emotionally,in more ways than one.

"Y/N"

your train of thought was disrupted as you heard him call your name,you were so deep in thought that you didn't even notice him come in. You stood up from the kitchen floor abruptly and dusted your skirt. He stood there towering over you with a cigarette between his middle and pointer finger and a rocks glass on the same hand.

"Y-yes" you stuttered trying so hard to fix your composure but failing woefully.

"Get out" He said plainly and clearly

"what?"

You stared on in disbelief ,your lips parting slightly gripping the hem of your shirt tightly , tears long and forgotten threatened to repeat their cycle.

"Don't make me repeat myself"

"B- But Dabi I live here,I paid for this place "

He had moved in with you a couple of months ago after you insisted. Although he wasn't always around due to his work in the league,he did stop by and sleep over. He deemed it unnecessary seeing as he already stayed a couple of nights and slept in your bed. You said you just wanted to feel closer to him so you urged him to move all his belongings here

"Fine , guess I'll leave" He stormed out of the small building, slamming the door in the process.

The sobs came out naturally and the salty tears like the gushing waters of Niagara falls. where did it all go wrong?.Oh you wanted to fix this so badly but what more could you do?.

You used to be so happy together,so,so normal. But now everything was all in shambles. All you had done was call him out on his secrecy and urged him to be more open and honest with you. you knew he was hiding something about himself. Instead of being calm and understanding he snapped at you and this led to a full on world war 2 in your kitchen

You leaned your back against the wall and slid down to the floor. You let yourself cry once more but now with less restraint. You sobbed,sniffiled and whimpered until nothing came out. You don't know how long you sat there but you were sure hours had past. You couldn't properly tell as it had already been dark out long ago. You couldn't do this anymore,you loved Dabi with all your heart as strange as it was. You don't know what exactly attracted you to the raven haired villain.Whether it was his bad boy persona or the undeniable urge you had to "fix" him, you could never tell. But love works in strange ways. That's why it was hard for you to do this but you had to end this. For your sake and theirs

Gathering the last ounces of strength, you had left in you,you stood up from the floor,stumbling slightly. You walked into your shared bedroom and pulled out a black duffel bag from the closet drawer by the door. You took every item of clothing he owned and hurriedly folded them into the bag. Knowing him,he probably wouldn't be back till the next day or week,it was impossible to predict. But either way it gave you enough time to prepare yourself. You didn't know how he was going to take this but you had to stand your ground,you weren't going to take this lying down.

And just like that as if fate was trying to play some cruel sick joke on you,the door flung open and Dabi came sauntering into the bedroom.

"Listen Y/N I-"

You stopped in your tracks and turned around to face him looking like a deer caught in headlights , clinging desperately to the black t-shirt you held in your hands. He looked you over,carefully processing what was going on. He narrowed his sapphire eyes and clenched his fists tightly

"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked surprisingly calm

"Dabi,I'm tired. I can't do this anymore. I'm done" you managed to let out

Just as that was said,he let out a warped hysterical laugh. A look of fear in accordance with pure confusion was evident on your face.You always knew your boyfriend was off his rocker but you weren't expecting him to react this way. Your lips were quivering and a chill ran up your spine.He calmed down and wiped the non-existent tears from his stapled eyes.

"You know what's funny? I came back all the way here to apologize and this is how you repay me"

"Dabi,I'm serious,we can't do this with you anymore" You finally found your voice once more although it didn't come out as assertive as you wanted it to.

" Wait,we? The fuck are ya talking about"

"I-" you paused.

You had managed to hide this for a span of two weeks now. He'd been going in and out lately so it made it a lot less tasking to conceal it. But now it seemed futile to keep this up any longer especially since he was putting you on the spot like this

" Dabi I" you exhaled

"Dabi I'm pregnant"

His face visibly softened when you told him that. He stared blankly at you as if you had grown a second head. You glanced at him when he hadn't said anything,his silence made you apprehensive. It wasn't something that was planned so it wouldn't surprise you if he was upset. You could have sworn you had used protection but alas these things do fail.

"Wait,are you serious?" He asked,forehead creased

"Yes,I am" you avoided his questioning gaze

What he had done next after had shocked you. He pulled you into a warm embrace. His charred hands combed through your strands of hair.

"I'm so happy,this is good news" His voice was muffled as he had buried his face on your shoulder

"Wait,what?"

"I said I'm happy Y/n,this is good news"

"No,I heard what you said,I'm just surprised that you're not upset"

"Why would I be upset?,you're carrying my kid in you"

You broke out of his embrace and stared at him with your eyebrows furrowed. You were confused as to who this man was and what he had done to your rather abrasive boyfriend

"Hey earth to Y/n" he waved his hand in front of your face

You gave him a hard look before glancing around the room like a patient with amnesia. Your eyes caught the half-open duffel bag that lay long forgotten on the floor. It was then that you recalled what had brought you to the bedroom in the first place .If he thinks you'd sweep that under the carpet then he had another thing coming.

"Babe,are you OK?. You look tense" he spoke up when you hadn't said anything casting you a worried look.

"Dabi,I'm glad that you're happy about this whole pregnancy and all but that doesn't erase what's going on. Having a baby doesn't make this situation suddenly resolved,we still need to end this"

The look he had given you was one you had never seen before. It was a perfect blend of remorse,anxiety,sadness and you could could have sworn you saw fear in the mix.Nothing like the scowls he had given you that night

"I know I haven't been the best boyfriend lately and I know I've done nothing but fuck things up but please give me a chance" he had reached out a hand to you and placed it on your shoulder but you shrugged it off

" Dabi,shit isn't that easy,I've given you more chances then I could conceivably count. You've gotten even more aggressive than usual lately and it's concerning. I can't keep placing myself in this kind of toxic environment,it's not healthy for me or the baby"

Your back was turned away from him now.If he kept staring at you like that, you might change your mind. His broken expression made you want to run into his warm embrace and break down right there but you knew better than that.

"Y/N, come-come on let me fix this"

"No Dabi,you've done more than enough" You said bitterly looking down in regret

" OK Y/N,i know this is probably a joke and you got me good,I won't lie. Now stop playing around,I get it"

His forced chuckle made you grimace,he was being persistent and this was making it harder for you.

"Dabi,look if you don't leave then I'm afraid I have to"

You made your way over to the closed closet to pick out your clothes, passing over the discarded duffle bag on the floor. Before,you could fling the closet doors open,you felt a tight hug on your waist from behind. You wanted to protest,to shove him away from you but you knew he was stronger than you,so you just stood there. Dabi was never the clingy type so his actions made you perplexed but not as perplexed as the words that left his mouth not long after

"Please don't leave me,Don't take everything away from me,just like-just like they did"

what exactly did he mean by that?. His words made you further realize how little you truly knew about your villain boyfriend. He had never spoken of anything like this .But then again,he never spoke about himself or his past. That was part of the various reasons why you were even in this situation in the first place.This was definitely out of character for him so you wanted to press further

"Dabi, who is they? what are you talking about?"

"They took it all away from me,my life,my childhood. It was "his"fault,he did it to me. Please don't treat me like he did. Please you're all I have,you're the only person who could ever love me" He kept pleading keeping whoever he was talking about in question anonymous.

You had never seen him like this,it broke you to say the least. And just as if a fragile cord had snapped inside your brain,you let tears flow out once more that night,returning the villain's embrace. He sounded so distressed and you couldn't take this any longer. You weren't sure whether it was the hormones or a genuine sympathetic response that made you lose your resilience,but all you knew was you wanted to hold him and tell him everything was going to be alright.

"No Dabi I won't" *sniff*" I won't leave you" what were you thinking?,he needed you,you couldn't just leave him.

"Really?" He broke apart and gave you a crestfallen look.

"Yes Dabi.Really. We can work something out this time" you stroked his cheeks, devoid of skin and replaced by open flesh and staples.

His little rants had deeply concerned you but you knew you would have to pry about it some other time.

He dove back into your arms and squeezed you tightly,not enough to hurt you but it was still a tight grip. You returned his embrace and leftover tears fell from your eyes as you smiled.

" I promise you,you won't regret it" The staples near his cheeks rose as his lips formed a malevolent smirk

" You won't regret it at all"

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violetmuses · 10 months

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I'm Starvin', Darling - Bucky Barnes (18+ MINORS DNI)

TITLE: “I'm Starvin’, Darling” - Bucky Barnes (18+ MINORS DNI)

FANDOM: Marvel’s “Falcon and The Winter Soldier”

CHARACTER: James “Bucky” Barnes

MAIN PAIRING: James “Bucky” Barnes + Female Reader

MAIN STORYLINE: In the middle of simply cooking, Bucky has “other plans” for you…

Author’s Note: Hey! As a warning, this One Shot includes SMUT content. (18+ Minors DNI) Adult themes, strong language, etc. Thanks so much for reading and feedback would be greatly appreciated. - V. 💜

@targaryenvampireslayer @jobean12-blog @buckyismybicycle

Main Masterlist

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2024

“It smells good in here, Bucky. Did Sam or Sarah sit down and finally teach you how to cook?” You offer a joke for this kitchen not long after coming home from work, seeing Bucky at the stove.

“Very funny, and to think I made your favorite.” Bucky turns around and slyly angles the spoon for you to try some, mentioning dinner tonight.

“Not bad.” You say, quietly teasing him as he sets down the spoon and cuts off the stove. Now, he’s already plating this meal for each of you.

“Hold on.” Bucky furrows his brow. Even his leftward metal arm whirs out loud and your own senses alert.

“What?” You ask.

“Maybe dinner could wait for a second.” Bucky sets down each plate on the table, but his crystal blue eyes keep peering towards you.

“Why?” You tilt your head, definitely curious.

Within moments, Bucky uses his strength to pull you inward, setting your chest against his shirt.

“Come on.” He then struggles while facing you, noting your beauty despite the mundane.

“Okay.” You nod wth consent and unconciously jump up, wrapping legs around his waist.

As Bucky's forehead lines up against yours, his breath slightly hitches, proving the clothed erection that grounds space between you both.

His lips meet yours, begging for release. He can’t take it, even though you’ve only been gone since earlier today.

You’ve shadowed with him near that back wall, leaving the plates cold. Tension shifts closer and closer towards this edge, standing on the brink of one absolute burst.

Holding the back of your head, Bucky moans into every kiss, still trying to make up for lost time.

In that same rush, Bucky and you found yourselves half-naked from the waist down, but neither of you care. It’s your house, after all.

“I love you…” His New York accent whispers towards the crook of your neck, leaving more and more kisses as Bucky lines up your entrance.

“I love you, too….Please.” You beg once more, hoping that he goes in much sooner than later.

“Ready?” Bucky questions you and sets back your hair, making complete eye contact as his own form of reassurance.

“Yes.” You nod while looking into his gorgeous blue eyes, no doubt sure in the name of consent.

Holding you even tighter, his leftward metal arm whirs again, promising that clutch as he plunges inside of you.

Both of you shutter, hissing and nearly shouting towards the ceiling found overhead. Nothing short of ecstasy runs through you.

“Fuck.” Bucky curses, but you don’t care, only turned on even further as he lifts you up. His movements heighten the way that you almost ride him now.

You can barely speak, only calling out his nickname or mewling. Even tears reach your eyes without sadness.

Bucky looks so good, hazing and enamored by you during each thrust.

“Mm….” You still can’t form true sentences. He’s sweating right through the shirt, but you can’t help staring down, realizing just how full you are because of him.

“Shit I’m gonna….” Bucky cautions, slack jawed because of how tight you feel while clenching around him.

Oh, my…” You nearly screamed, still taking everything. He spills just moments later, warming up the lowered space found between your bodies.

“Don’t move.” Bucky’s New York accent, now hoarse, settles down as he sets back your hair agian, prompting more eye contact and still resting inside of you.

“No dinner?” You ask, trying to face Bucky through moonlight that casts from the nearst kitchen window.

“I’ll warm up the plates. Deal?” Amused for now, Bucky kisses you, smiling against your lips.

“Deal.” You vow right back.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #the falcon and the winter soldier #the falcon #mcu #sebastian stan #smut warning #adult themes #strong language #minors dni #minors do not interact #18+ only #marvel

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asjeontrw · 6 months

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The most accurate thing I've ever read so far ngl

@asjeontrw

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hyperfixated-fan · 4 months

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Umm, so I stumbled across Blue Eye Samurai and binged it. One of the best decisions ever.

Finally! A show where the main protagonist is my favorite character! I cannot articulate what a masterpiece this truly is! The drama, the intrigue, heartbreak, fight scenes, weapons, compelling and imaginative storytelling and characters, blood, and gore! This show has it all. 10/10 would recommend if you’re old enough to watch it.

#blue eye samurai #mizu blue eye samurai #not a show for kids #but still a masterpiece #adult themes

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ex-scholar · 20 days

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#dank memes #memes #funny memes #sex memes #best memes #spicy memes #adult themes

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unownedobject · 5 months

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‘Are we nearly there?’ asked Callum. They were driving further and further out of town and he had no idea where they were. He had only just met him in a bar and he was now starting to think that this wasn’t such a good idea.

‘Yes,’ replied Ben, ‘it’s just around the corner, see?’ and as they went round the bend he slowed down and pulled into a gravelled driveway.

Callum relaxed again. He must have a bit of money to live somewhere like this, he thought, as he looked up at the large house in front of him. ‘Is this your place?’

‘Yes.’

‘Impressive. And you live alone?’

Ben winked and with a smile said ‘yes.’

‘Cool.’

Ben led him along the path up to the house and unlocked the front door. ‘Come on in.’

Callum’s eyes widened as he entered the house. The hallway was grand, with a marble floor featuring a large stylish staircase leading upstairs directly in front of him. There was a pair of glass doors to the left of the stairs leading to what looked like the lounge. There were also a couple of doors to the right which must go off to the kitchen and the rest of the house. The ceiling was pretty high with an expensive looking pendant light hanging down just above where he stood. He looked at Ben and grinned. ‘When do I move in?’

Ben smiled. ‘Follow me’ and took him through the first door on the right, into the kitchen.

‘Wow, this is very nice,’ Callum exclaimed, ‘very nice.’ The kitchen was huge, and very modern with a large island in the middle. It led to a dining area towards the back with the biggest table Callum had ever seen. ‘You like entertaining then?’ he teased. He kept looking round.

‘Sometimes. Here, take a seat and I’ll fix us a drink.’ He nodded towards the tall chairs neatly tucked under the island then grabbed a couple of glasses from one of the cupboards.

‘Thanks.’ Callum pulled out one of the chairs and sat down. ‘So what do you do again?’

‘I’m in commodities,’ he replied.

‘What kind?’

‘High end, I sell to the rich and famous so I can’t say too much, it’s pretty confidential.’

‘I’m impressed. That’s why you’ve got this place then.’

Ben smiled. ‘Yes.’ He handed Callum a glass. ‘Cheers’ he held his glass up for a brief moment then took a sip.

Callum raised his glass and then knocked his drink back. He needed to steady his nerves before they went upstairs. Ben was very good looking, he couldn’t believe his luck when he’d asked if he wanted to come back with him. He obviously likes fucking young lads, he thought.

Ben stepped closer, and ran his fingers through Callum’s hair. ‘So you like being fucked?’

‘Oh fuck yeah, love it. Can’t get enough of it. Both ends, I don’t care!’

‘Good…. Very good.’ Ben grinned. ‘I like boys who like getting fucked.’

Callum laughed nervously, ‘you bring a lot of young boys back here then?’

‘One or two, Callum, one or two,’ still stroking his hair.

Callum felt really relaxed now, the sensation of the ends of his fingers caressing his scalp felt really good. He couldn’t wait to get upstairs now. He was a ready for a real pounding.

‘So,’ said Ben, and he brushed his cheek, ‘you ready?’

‘More than ready.’

‘Good boy, then stand up.’

Callum got off the chair but as he did so he felt his knees give way and he started to fall to his feet. Ben quickly grabbed him before he fell.

‘What the….?’

‘Relax, Ben said, ‘I’ve got you. I’ve got you now.’

And with that Callum’s eyes closed and he drifted off into a deep, deep sleep.

…

Something wasn’t right. Something really wasn’t right, and it took a few moments to focus. How long had he been out? Where was he? And why couldn’t he see?

Something was really up. He couldn’t move either. And he was in a strange position. He knew he was kneeling down on the ground but his knees were pointing outwards. His arms were down in front of him with his hands - were they in boxing gloves? - on the floor in front. His back was arched and his head was pointing slightly upwards. He was completely encased in rubber and he could feel countless straps that were tightly fixed around him from head to toe because he wasn’t able to move at all. He couldn’t even tilt his head. What the fuck is going on?

There were holes for his nostrils so he could breathe through his nose, and there was a hole for his mouth but he could not see a single thing.

Then it dawned on him that something else was seriously wrong - his teeth had been removed. Fuck! How long had he been out? And what the fuck is going on? He started to panic. He wanted out, and started crying out for help.

‘Sh..Sh..shhhhh….’ Ben patted his head. ‘Or I will have to shut you up.’

Shit, he was right there. ‘What the fuck have you done? Let me out! Let me go, please, I didn’t want this, why have you done this to me???’ He sounded really strange with no teeth, compounded with the fact that his ears were covered by the heavy rubber so everything sounded muffled.

‘I said be quiet!’ snapped Ben. ‘Or I will put this gag on you right now.’ He paused, took a deep breath, then continued. ‘Look, I told you, I’m in merchandise. And today, lucky boy, you are my merchandise. I have an Arab client flying in on a private jet tomorrow to pick you up. You see, this is the latest fad amongst the very rich. Fucktoys. I make them to order and it’s very lucrative. Don’t worry, you will come with a Maintenance Sheet on how to take care of you - cleaning, shaving, feeding, toilet training and so forth. Of course, once I’ve sold you it’s down to him how he takes care of you, but I’ve met him before and he seems ok to me.’

Callum was stunned. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

‘You said you enjoyed being fucked, well you are in luck,’ he continued, ‘that will be your sole purpose from now on. There is a hole in the rubber suit for your mouth, and one for your ass. Your cock is also on show but as you can probably tell it’s locked in a chastity cage and I will give the key to your new owner when he collects you tomorrow. Oh, and he specifically requested that I remove your teeth, as he prefers a toothless fucktoy.’

‘B-b-b-but what about you? I thought I was coming here so you would fuck me? I didn’t ask for this!’

Callum started to whimper. He truly was fucked and had no way of escaping.

‘Now now, stop that. You’re going to love it. I’m just the facilitator, I’ve no interest in fucking you, you little faggot. I’m in it for the money. You have nothing to worry about, though. You’re going to get so much cock, you will be in cock heaven. That’s what you wanted, right? That’s what you kept telling me so quit crying, that’s what you’re going to get. These Arabs are sex mad, they have kept me very busy lately, I can’t keep up with the demand. Normally I like to take my time and prepare the toys properly - you know, full toilet training, sorting out the gag reflexes, and so on. But this is a good client and he asked for a fucktoy on short notice. I’m getting good money for you. He told me he has a big party coming up and wants you available for heavy use. I imagine you will be very well used indeed.’

Callum couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This must be a dream - or was it a nightmare! But he couldn’t wake himself up.

‘Ok I think I’m about done here. So I’m going to attach this gag now. Not because I need you to be quiet, hell no, you can scream as much as you want, nobody is going to hear you. No, the sooner you get used to it the better.’

It was a penis gag and Ben took no time at all pushing it into Callum’s mouth and fixing it to his head.

‘That’s a good boy. Now I’m going to bed, so I will leave you to reflect on your old life, which of course is now over. Nobody will ever know what happened to you, you have just disappeared from the face of the earth. You no longer have any identity. This is how it is going to be for the rest of your life. You are simply a cum dump for Arab men. Just something to fuck before they go home to their wives. I will return in the morning so you can go to the toilet, and you can have some water before he arrives. Then it’s off to the Middle East you go. Goodnight!’

With one last chuckle he disappeared, and Callum heard the door close behind him and then lock. He was now all alone in complete darkness, unable to move. All he could do was suck on the silicone cock that was lodged firmly in his mouth. He was nothing but a mere fucktoy. Purely for the amusement of Arab men. It couldn’t be that bad… could it?

#gay #bd/sm kink #bd/sm slave #adult themes

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kriimhild · 1 year

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We gone too far #15-16

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tw:

threat a specific human

torture

blood

scars

foul language

adult themes mention

violence

i'm terrible at English sorry about that.

Page collection 1-9

Page collection 10-14 15

16 tw: blood/scars

#FNAFDailyDaycareAU #fnaf #fnafsundrop #fnafmoondrop #warning!#scars #injuries #tw blood #fnaf security breach #fnaf oc #violence #Self Promotion #mention of killing #adult themes #Tags are because of the comic's lore I don't support any harmful themes!

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nakedpearlscore · 4 months

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#mature #adult themes

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samstclair · 7 months

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Fanfic Masterlist (Oldest-Latest)

So y'all don't have to scroll through my bible-length posts. ALWAYS updating ;) xoxo, Sam St. Clair

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darkthingshappen · 1 year

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Merry Whump of May Day 2

@themerrywhumpofmay

“Need a ride?”

-wrench

-paranoia

-club

Big huge thanks to my always amazing whumperful crew: @whumpcereal @quietly-by-myself @sparrowsage and to @oddsconvert who put in a lovely beta job for this little prequel.

Warnings for this story: bad intentions by the main character, whumper perspective, derogatory internal dialogue, intent to engage in noncon (talked about, not actually written), drunkenness, smoking.

A King of the Road Prequel (Find the original King of the Road (Whumptober 2022) post here.)

Six Months Ago…

The Trucker dropped his cigarette to the asphalt and ground it out with the toe of his boot. He surveyed the parking lot of another club in another town in Somewheresville, America. Fresh hunting ground.

He watched the drunk college freshmen, who by all means shouldn’t even be here, idiotically looking for the friends he’d come with. He’d been stumbling around the parking lot for nearly twenty minutes now. The cars have been steadily streaming out or their owner’s steadily being bundled into taxi cabs and Ubers.

When the young man passed by his idling truck for the third time the trucker smiled at him.

“You lost darlin’?”

The young man swayed a bit as he stopped and took in the sight of the big, red, oversized trucking cab. The Trucker could see the wheels turning in the young man’s head, trying to process the question.

“‘M not lossss...”

“But you’re not found either, are ya?” The Trucker looked the young man up and down, smiling the whole time. “What happened? Can’t find yer buddies?”

“No… I… They’re here s’m where…”

This was just too easy. And this little one was sure pretty. His pale green eyes, watery and wide, set in a cute face with cheeks flushed a bit too red, and finished off by a pair of lovely cherry red lips. The Trucker licked his own lips as he thought about shoving himself into that perfect round mouth. The boy’s cherubic face was surrounded by a mop of messy dark blue hair. He could see the boy’s warm breath huffing out in front of him in the cold night air.

“I’d be happy to give you a ride, wherever you need. My truck’s nice and warm. I bet you ain’t too far from here, right?”

“No… I… not far. I just… my friends have to be here somewhere. I just… maybe over there?”

The young man started to walk away, tripping over his own feet and barely catching himself on a parked sedan, towards the far side of the parking lot.

The Trucker reached out and wrenched the boy’s arm back a bit harder than he intended too. The kid’s phone went skittering across the pavement and under the truck. When their eyes met, the kid’s pale green eyes were wide with sudden fear and paranoia.

The Trucker laughed it off.

“Whoops, now look what happened. You’re in no state to be walking across the parking lot, son. You’re gonna get yourself kilt.” He gently guided the boy towards the door of his truck. “Why don’t you come have a lie down and I’ll get you where you need to go. Hop up there and I’ll grab your phone.”

The drunk college kid blinked rapidly, still trying to process what the trucker was saying. All the while the Trucker was guiding him towards the cab of his truck. The big red door opened quietly and he helped the boy up on the first step. The Trucker had done this a million times, and knew he had a charming, disarming personality. As the boy swayed backwards, the Trucker let his hand slip from the small of his back to the roundness of his pert, tight little college boy ass. Oh he was so going to enjoy this one.

“You got a name, pretty boy?”

“B… Bob-by.”

“That’s right nice. Little Bobby Blue. Once you get up there, grab yerself some water. It’ll help clear your head. Might keep you from a mighty powerful headache in the morning.”

“Yeahhhh, that souns gooo…”

Little Bobby Blue was going to make a great companion. The Trucker could taste it, or rather, Bobby Blue would be tasting it. The Trucker leaned down and retrieved the kid’s phone from under the edge of his truck.

Just as Little Bobby Blue was about to take the top step up into the truck, a sleek black Uber pulled up next to the truck. Several loud, clearly drunk, guys were hanging out of the windows.

“BOBBY!!!! There you are, you dumb fuck. We’ve been looking all over for you. How the hell did you get over here?”

“Yeah, what the hell you doing getting in that truck Bobby?” another one said.

“Thisss guy’s gonna give me a ride.”

“Awe thanks, mister. Awful nice. But we got us a nice Uber to take us back to the house. Come on Bobby, quit fuckin around and get your ass in the car.”

Bobby almost fell on the Trucker as climbed back down the steps and stumbled towards the car. That's the most amount of fucking action he'll get tonight, now.

“Nice to meet you, Bobby. I’ll keep an eye out for you. You be safe now,” the Trucker said, his face a mask of polite calmness while inside he was raging.

“Don’t forget your phone, Bobby,” one of the generic drunk guys said. Bobby staggered back towards the Trucker, retrieved his phone, and then nearly fell into the open doorway of the car, sending his idiotic buddies into a frenzy of laughter.

The Trucker glanced around the parking lot. FUCK! There were no other tasty, convenient little fishes to be caught. He slammed the door to his cab shut and then yanked open the driver’s door of the truck. May as well start driving. He was all hot and bothered and there would be no release tonight unless it was his own hand. Perhaps he could try the rest stops. Sometimes unsuspecting people found themselves in vulnerable situations. He ground the gears of his truck as he started out of sheer frustration. He revved the engine louder than he normally would, the rattling growl echoing across the wide open plains of the flat terrain. He’d find someone. He scraped his teeth together and reached for his cigarettes. Maybe he could smoke himself calm. He made a hard fist around the lighter as he struck it up.

He sucked in a lungful of smoke and blew it out again. He leaned back against the headrest and closed his eyes for a moment, calling up the blue framed face of his escaped victim. Damn he would have liked that one. If he came back through this town any time soon, he’d be on the prowl for his Little Bobby Blue.

Little Bobby Blue had dodged a bullet that night. It’s possible he wouldn’t always be that lucky. But for tonight, Bobby Blue made it home safely.

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Chapter Six Clarity (Bonten Sanzu)

Minors do not interact 18+ fic

Warnings: Mentions of Controlled Substances, Coercion, Manipulation, Profanity, possibly more that I forgot to mention.

Flashbacks are in pink text!

For the first time since he’d spoken to her the day prior, she was the furthest thing from being flustered from his words, a purse on her lips and her hands on her hips, her neck craned back to stare up at her patient, her expression nonnegotiable.

“Two.” She repeated, her tone expressing that she absolutely refused to budge; his lips were pressed into a thin line, that displeased look she’d grown accustomed to seeing over the last few days they’d been together was still going strong, regardless of her trying to put her foot down with him.

“Four.” He retorted lowly, his voice teetering on exasperation; she shook her head, absolutely not.

“You’ll overdose, no.” she reasoned, stating the truth; she was the medical professional here, he’d overdose if she gave him four pills three separate times a day, this was heavy duty stuff. “Two now, you can have another dose in six hours.”

“Twenty milligrams is nothing.” He argued, sounding irritated; she could’ve scoffed, the opioid was stronger than morphine in some cases, he didn’t need to be teetering on the brink of death right after she’d saved his life and regardless of how aggravated he was with her, she wasn’t going to bargain about this.

“You can’t have more than sixty in a day; it could kill you.” She explained, her voice matter of fact; if he’d just take the pills and wait for them to kick in, he’d see that she wasn’t joking around about how strong they were, and it’d stop him from demanding a larger dose next time.

“My tolerance-”

“Isn’t a factor.” She interrupted, her voice swapping to stern; if he was really going to continue to press her about this then she’d only give him one, he didn’t want to test her when it came to narcotics. “Twenty milligrams, two pills every six hours.”

“Doctor-”

“You wanna make it one?” the woman asked, her tone warning; despite how soft her features usually were, her gaze was hardened, proving that she meant business.

She was sure he was questioning why he hadn’t snapped her neck back at the clinic, he was positively fuming over her refusal to give him what he wanted and even if he debated on doing so now it wouldn’t do anything to help him. All those pills were locked up in her safe, the combination only accessible in her mind and she’d made sure not to open it when he was around, she was glad for that now because he surely would’ve taken too many pills if he had access to them. A quiet squeak left her in surprise when the palm of his hand slapped against the wall right next to her head, stepping so close that there wasn’t even a foot worth of space separating them, her heart going into overdrive from the way he was looming over her. Her mouth felt thick with spit the instant his free hand reached towards her throat and although she’d been sure he was about to strangle the life out of her, his fingers hooked under her chin instead, urging her to meet his piercing eyes. Remembering how to breathe was proving to be a challenge, the intensity of his stare had her shifting her weight from one foot to the other, trying her utmost hardest to ignore the slick that had settled in her panties; if he thought he could seduce her into giving him what he wanted then he had another thing coming because she definitely wasn’t going to-

‘Fuck, breathe.’

There was no question the thought was in his head, the way his aquamarine pools were raking over her from head to toe told her as much, whether it was simply out of wanting to get his way, she couldn’t be entirely sure considering the number of times his stare had roamed her form. He was entirely aware of the effect he had on her, being high hadn’t blinded him to it from the get-go because although his cognitive function was impaired then, he functioned much better than most people. It seemed that she was dealing with a person that either abused drugs or had chronic pain to the point that he had regular prescriptions to manage it, she wasn’t going to judge him by assuming one or the other. During the moments he was high, he was still capable of holding his composure, never slurring his words or talking so fast that it was obvious; he would’ve come off completely sober if it weren’t for his pupils dilating. He’d even been capable of retaining full memories during those moments, he could pay attention if it was something he was interested in observing and he remembered much more than she’d anticipated; some of the things he’d made comments about had surprised her, like the name of her secretary, he’d learned it when she’d been on that phone call. She couldn’t put it passed him not to know just how attracted she was to him, not only was he observant but she couldn’t hide it to save her life. He was going to try to use that to his advantage to persuade her to relent to whatever it was that he wanted in the moment, and he’d gone as far to test it last night after they had settled in.

Yuki had never been more thankful for hot water than she was tonight, she’d felt absolutely disgusting after how long she’d gone without washing her hair and she was going to have to start making a point not to spend more than two nights away from home if she wound up in the zone with her researching; it’d taken much too long to both detangle and wash her hair after how many times she’d had to use dry shampoo. A content sigh left her, running the brush through her hair one more time just to ensure she’d gotten all the tangles out before stepping out of the adjoining bathroom, it would take forever for her hair dry with the length of it, but it wasn’t so damp that she’d soak her pillow should she lay down for bed in the next few minutes. It’d been a long day and the only things that she had left to do were give her patient that last shot of morphine, remove the IV, clean the area, slap a band-aid on it and call it a day. She doubted she’d even hear Kuro running the halls like he usually did in the dead of night with how exhausted she was, her couch in the office may have been her regular sleeping spot but she’d undoubtedly missed her bed.

‘Just have to get a few more things done, that’s it.’

She quickly punched in the code to the safe, opening it up and placed all the prescription bottles in it, easing the door shut until the alert sounded that it was secure again. She didn’t have very many valuable things in her home, mostly documents, but she’d wanted a safe nonetheless. It was helpful when it came to keeping all those pills safe while she was sleeping, she wanted to make sure her patient was educated on just how strong they were before she gave him free reign of them and tonight would not be the night considering he was about to get his last dose of morphine. She carefully removed the syringe from her purse, sliding over to her bedside table to collect what she’d previously gathered up for the IV removal and her lip caught between her teeth when she felt the pads of his fingers lightly graze her neck, easing her hair off to the side, the other hand pressing against her hip. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that this man knew what he was doing, disregarding that he hadn’t even bothered to knock or announce his presence, he didn’t seem to care if she wanted personal space or not; she was pleasantly surprised at how many times he’d reached out to her today but that wasn’t the point.

‘Do I even care?’

The white-headed woman didn’t, had it been anyone else then absolutely, but it wasn’t, it was him and whatever it was about him that had ensnared her, it hadn’t just up and disappeared. The reactions she had to his touch were something she’d never experienced before him, she may have never dated but he hadn’t been the first man she’d ever admired, what she’d felt towards all of them combined was nothing in retrospect to the pink-haired male. She’d been on that page for a few days, but it hadn’t completely sunk in until now, becoming abundantly clear no sooner did her heart start fluttering, his chest lightly brushing against her upper back, fingertips softly caressing her hip, the other hand sliding her white locks off to the side. She bit harder into her lip when his cheek pressed against the side of her head, the warm breath in her ear sending a shiver through her; she didn’t think she had the courage to look at him even though he was most certainly looking at her.

“Doctor.” He murmured; her face burned hotter in response, the way he continued saying her professional title was the definition of teasing and it didn’t take a genius to come to the conclusion that it was his intention, he was trying to embarrass her.

‘Slow breathes, calm down.’

“Y-you don’t have to keep calling me that.” She mumbled, her voice filled with shyness; it took every ounce of willpower she possessed not to shift around in his hold over the soft hum he let out while squeezing her hip lightly, her knees centimeters from knocking together. “Yuki’s fine.”

As informal as it was considering they didn’t know anything about each other, she honestly just wanted to hear how her name would sound when it rolled off his tongue, she knew she had to of been thinking like a creep at this point. She was just setting herself up for disappointment, he’d go back to his regular life and getting attached to someone that she knew she’d never see again wasn’t a smart move on her part, unrealistic expectations that she set would end in heartbreak. The things her friends had regularly told her over the years were starting to make sense, if she would’ve dated long before now, even just casually, she wouldn’t have swooned over him as quickly as she had. All these small things that he was doing wouldn’t have gotten to her so easily, her heart skipped simply over him looking at her, she’d forget how to breathe just from his hand on her hip, hearing his voice drenched her panties and she’d internally begged more than a few times that he’d kiss her; she shouldn’t have been getting so worked up over nothing.

She needed to pull herself together, she didn’t want to come off as desperate, but it was hard to maintain that mindset when she was looking at him, he was beautiful, and the deepness of his stare always entranced her. She couldn’t even remember what her dream guy had looked like after seeing him because it certainly had become the man currently touching her, everything about him was flawless. His rosy-pink locks that fell well below his shoulders, his aquamarine eyes that practically pierced her soul, the four small black hoops on each of his ears, the diamonds at the corners of his mouth, the gentle way he’d squeeze her hip or carefully brush strands of white from her face, the intense way he watched her as though she were the only person in the room (even though she technically had been); she’d swooned long before now. The doctor managed to put the syringe down in the nick of time, she surely would’ve dropped it with the way his hand slid across her belly to her other hip, locking around her middle. She almost swallowed her tongue when he fully snuggled up against her back with his lips hovered at her ear, his free hand sweeping snow-colored strands over her shoulder.

“You’re my doctor, aren’t you?” he whispered directly into her ear, his tone sensual; warmth had settled between her thighs in response and her knees were almost going weak from his voice alone, her tongue felt much too heavy to form any words.

‘He’s trying to give me a heart attack.’

“I want to be close to you, Doctor.” He followed up, his voice implying; her breath hitched when his arm squeezed around her belly lightly, her cheeks flushing darker when his free arm joined the other, his face moving into her neck. “You’ll let me sleep next to you, right?”

If he hadn’t been before, there was no doubt that he indisputably was trying to give her a heart attack now with a request like that, her heart was threatening to go into overdrive from nerves alone and she almost felt at a point of overheating simply from how hot her face felt. Her ears were burning in embarrassment, her mind conjuring up a number of scenarios all in a span of three seconds and not a one of them were anything close to PG, she hadn’t even had her first kiss yet so how would she manage to sleep next to a man without having a panic attack, let alone the perfect one latched onto her? She didn’t think her face could flush any darker, she’d never anticipated anything close to this when she’d decided that taking the precaution to go to her house rather than staying at the clinic would be for the best. He just continued throwing her for a loop, she’d never imagined he’d warm up to her so quickly and regardless of the fact that he was teasing her for all its worth, she couldn’t find it in herself to make attempts to shut it down.

“O-okay.” She mumbled, her voice bashful; another quiet hum left him, seeming pleased that she’d folded so easily to what he wanted without a fight.

Yuki wiggled around in his grasp until his hold on her loosened just enough that she could turn to face him, his arms still wrapped loosely around her waist and making no movement to fully release her. Despite the red hue on her cheeks, she placed her hand lightly against his shoulder and the other against his chest, avoiding touching any of the areas he’d been shot, craning her neck back to lock eyes with him.

“You need to sit down so I can give you this last dose.” The woman urged gently; his head cocked to the side with interest, his aquamarine pools holding her lavender ones. “I need to remove the IV when we’re done.”

He was silently questioning her, she could see it in the way he was looking at her and if she didn’t clear things up for him now, she had a feeling he wouldn’t make things easy for her, he’d think she was trying to cut him off when that wasn’t it whatsoever.

“I’m replacing the morphine with something else; I know you’re still in pain.” She continued with compassion; she didn’t want to invalidate his feelings because although he’d moved around more than she’d ever anticipated he would at this point, she could see from his expressions that it wasn’t without significant trouble, he was pushing himself to. “I want to start you on it while you’re with me, so you’ll be used to it by Monday.”

She could tell that as much as he didn’t like it, he did understand on some level why he couldn’t be on the morphine any longer, and she was thankful that she wasn’t going to have to go into a big spiel about why it wasn’t for long term use, the dependency it could cause, etcetera; he was smart enough to know that he had to use something else for pain management. He was obviously reluctant to agree but gave a short nod regardless, his arms never slipping from her waist as he maneuvered the two of them around until he was able to take a seat on the edge of the bed, pulling her to stand between his legs. Her cheeks went warm all over again over how close they were and being face to face with him was more impactful than she’d thought it would be, they were around the same height now and she could see details about him that she’d missed before; his nose was cute. Her patient seemed to be on the same page as herself in some respect, his gaze focused solely on her face, taking in her features, studying her with the utmost dedication; it was almost as though they were seeing each other for the first time all over again. She could’ve gotten lost staring at him, and she almost had up until one of his hands left her waist, her eyes pulling from his to pay attention to her movements while she grabbed the syringe, uncapping the needle end.

Her persona swapped to professional without so much as thinking about it, holding total composure while she injected the opiate into the IV, effect was immediate just as it always was, his arm relaxing around her just enough that she knew it was working. She made quick work of removing it from his hand, going about the aftercare meticulously and covered the site to protect it during the healing process, he hadn’t so much as flinched the whole time she’d gone about the process from start to finish.

“Finished.” She commented; a pleasant hum left him in acknowledgement, her doe eyes quickly finding his when he tugged at her waist with just enough strength that she was pressed flush against him.

“Lay down then.” He followed up easily; his tone told her that arguing against it would do her no good, he wasn’t going to budge about wanting her right next to him. “I don’t want to make you, you’re a delicate thing, Doctor.”

Yuki nodded without argument, unable to hide just how flustered she felt as she climbed up onto the mattress after switching off the lights, following his own movements as he made room for her and laid down on her side facing him. A quiet scoff left him in displeasure, it was indefinitely over how much space she’d left between them, but she didn’t get a chance to say anything before he latched onto her waist and drug her across the sheets until there wasn’t an inch of space between them. Her pulse was racing all over again over his boldness, high or not, he hadn’t been fooling around about wanting to be close to her and as high of a priority as figuring out what it meant was on her list, it’d have to wait until tomorrow.

“Um…goodnight…” she began with uncertainty; she’d figured it’d be uncomfortable to some extent and the lack thereof was strange in of itself, she felt entirely thrown off from how natural it felt.

“Go to sleep.” He muttered unenthusiastically; she sealed her lips, nodding into his chest, his hold on her was so secure that she wouldn’t be able to slip away from him should she want to and trying to argue with him about how he needed space so she didn’t unknowingly brush up against any of the incision sites wouldn’t go over well.

‘Tired.’

Exhausted was the more appropriate term, she was sure she’d manage eight hours at the least tonight and if she was lucky-

“Haruchiyo.”

Her eyes fluttered open at the sound of his voice, her lips parting in confusion.

“What?” she asked softly; the word came out before she had time to think about the best way to respond, a heavy sigh coming from her companion over her question.

“Not repeating myself.” He mumbled with a grunt, his voice slightly annoyed; she sealed her lips all over again, her body going limp in his hold when his free hand moved to petting her hair. “Go to sleep, Doctor.”

‘Haruchiyo.’

She took a small step back without so much as thinking about it, another squeak leaving her when her back bumped the wall and his eyes practically lit up with amusement when pink returned to her cheeks the second his thumb traced her bottom lip. The doctor was indisputably at a rock in a hard place, she couldn’t pull herself together when he was so close to her nor could she screw her head on straight long enough to create distance so she could think, he’d only blocked off one side so if she really wanted to, she could slip away from him. She looked up through her lashes to find him staring at her so intensely she could’ve forgotten who she was, his eyes were mesmerizing and as hard of a time as she had maintaining eye contact with him, she continued trying her best to hold it for as long as she could, his eyes were her favorite thing about him. The thought of creating distance disappeared no sooner did it show up, she’d blanked all over again just from staring at him too long, standing her ground against him was looking like a pipedream since she just continued losing her train of thought and the like from that alone.

“Doctor.” The pink-haired man drawled playfully, his voice coming out lowly; her face flushed hotter, he was hovering closer to her, his gaze zeroed in on her lips, strands of pink slipping over his shoulders and lightly brushing the sides of her face the closer he got.

‘Don’t cave, be strong, don’t cave!’

“N-no, two, only two.” She stammered anxiously; her words didn’t seem to even faze him, a smirk forming on his lips when she batted his hand away from her chin, only for it to slip around to press against the small of her back and tug her right up against him.

‘Oh god!’

She couldn’t fold, no matter how flustered she felt nor how close he was to giving her what would be her very first kiss, she couldn’t give in to what he wanted, and she wouldn’t; he’d overdose and likely die if she gave him forty milligrams in one go. He wasn’t going to give up though, she could see that he was just as stubborn as she herself could be and the only way that she was going to be able to get him to drop it was if she offered some kind of compromise. He was much too determined to get his way so regardless of how dangerous it could be, it was the only thing that she could do, she wouldn’t have to follow through with it once he realized that she wasn’t trying to short him pain relief once the pills kicked in. She just had to word things carefully, make no promises so he couldn’t claim that she’d lied to him once he wasn’t on another planet because he most certainly would be in the next half hour after he took the pills. Her pulse was racing at the feeling of being pressed against him, the blush on her cheeks darkening shade by shade the closer he inched towards her lips, her free hand moving of its own volition to tangle in his shirt, the other resting at his shoulder.

“Haruchiyo.” She spoke, her voice barely above a whisper; his aquamarine orbs were gleaming as he took her in, seeming all too pleased at how close she looked to giving into him.

“Yes, Doctor?” he responded with a hum; she felt like she’d gone completely stupid simply over his hand leaving the wall to cradle her head, white slipping through his fingers as he guided her face closer to his.

“Y-you shouldn’t, we sh-shouldn’t.” she began, her tone anxious; she didn’t know why she’d even bothered speaking words of resistance, he’d made it perfectly clear that he wasn’t going to stop just because it stepped outside of the doctor-patient relationship dynamic.

“We shouldn’t.” he repeated quietly, sounding entirely collected; despite agreeing with her, he hadn’t stopped closing the distance, so she knew for a fact that he did not care about trying to maintain whatever professionalism was left between them. “Tell me to stop.”

Yuki was internally screaming at this point and could’ve fainted with how lightheaded she felt, there was no way she could face that challenge head-on nor come out of it victorious if she tried her hardest, it was taking every ounce of her willpower to resist temptation, his lips were hardly three inches from hers. As unbecoming of her profession as it was, she couldn’t force herself to say no, the line had been blurred to the point that having purely a doctor-patient relationship wasn’t possible anymore because she hadn’t kept a businesslike approach to things. She’d been too caught up in whatever infatuation she was feeling towards him and hadn’t been able to turn it off, it’d practically made all of the decisions for her, and it was why she’d wound up in this mess. She should’ve called an ambulance as soon as he was stable after surgery, she shouldn’t have hidden his existence by putting off reopening her clinic after the holiday, she should’ve called the police, she shouldn’t have taken him to her private home, she should’ve done things as a doctor and instead, she’d done things that a desperate teenage girl with a crush would’ve done. She’d opened herself up for this to become what it had and although it was ethically wrong, she was teetering right on the edge of not caring which told her that she absolutelyneeded to take a step back from this, lest she complicate things further for herself.

“You can’t, can you?” he gathered, his voice knowing; the pink on her cheeks spread further across her face, running over her nose and silently answering the question for her.

The white-headed woman wanted to feel ashamed of herself because morally speaking, she should’ve felt some form of guilt, forming relationships with patients wasn’t the norm and, on some level, she did feel the smallest bit of remorse for crossing lines to some degree. She may not have been the one to initiate that first intimate touch, but she didn’t try to stop it either, she’d reciprocated it which made her just as guilty as him. More than anything, she wanted him to close the distance and kiss her, he was already so close that he could do so with ease, but should that boundary be crossed over, she had no guarantees that it would stop with that. Whatever this was between them had been mutual from the get-go, entirely consensual on both sides, he wanted the same thing as she and the only reason he hadn’t gone there yet was because he was waiting for her to say it, he’d pushed her to tell him to stop and she hadn’t. Now, all that was left for him to do was pry the words from her lips and aside from the rough shape he was in, there wouldn’t be anything holding him back.

“W-we shouldn’t.” she repeated with unease, hinting at just how nervous she felt; his expression didn’t falter, reflecting nothing but confidence as he leaned down closer to her.

“You already said that, Doctor.” Haruchiyo pointed out, sounding teasing; she was doing her utmost best to steady her breathes while her fingers curled lightly in his shirt, clinging onto him tighter, his lips were almost brushing hers there was so little space between them. “You don’t mean it.”

He’d called her bluff without batting an eye which just proved without a shadow of a doubt that he did see the way she looked at him, but she couldn’t say it aloud, it would only make it more real if she did, meaning it would only hurt more when he left; she didn’t know how she’d managed to get so attached to a total stranger in less than a week’s time. The woman couldn’t manage anything in response, her throat had fully dried up, and her heart doing summersaults over his soft breathes ghosting over her lips, feeling too scatterbrained to do much of anything except hold his intense gaze.

“You want me to do it for you, huh pretty girl?” he murmured sensually, his hand slid from the small of her back and wrapped fully around her waist to keep her securely pinned against him.

Her heart straight skipped a beat from his words, her pulse going haywire while she gazed up at him longingly, she’d never felt so overwhelmed by her emotions that she felt lightheaded and that was exactly what he’d done to her. The dizzying feeling in her head was only growing stronger the harder she swooned for this man, outside of her friends and her grandmother, no one had ever called her pretty before; she had zero chance to protect herself from heartbreak this far into things, he had her hook line and sinker.

“That’s it, isn’t it?” the pink-haired male breathed, his voice low; Yuki didn’t realize she’d responded to the question until it was too late to stop herself, a barely audible whimper leaving her lips, silently pleading with him to close the distance. “I will, just give me what I want.”

‘What does…?’

“That’s fair, isn’t it Doctor?” he pressed, sounding agreeable to compromise; she waited patiently for a follow-up from him that would clear things up, a curious look in her lavender orbs as she attempted to bring herself back down to earth long enough to piece things together. “Four.”

‘…fuck no.’

Whatever spell he’d cast on her broke in the instant everything connected, her hand pressing against his shoulder to create distance and the other releasing his shirt, a purse forming on her lips while she attempted to slip from his grasp.

“Two.” She retorted, her tone adamant; Haruchiyo’s persona swapped out just as quickly as her own did, looking infuriated that she was still refusing to budge even with his attempts to sway her with his damn seduction tactics, narcotics were something she didn’t play around with, and she was not going to let him be careless with them.

“My tolerance-”

“Isn’t a factor.” She repeated, cutting him off before he could argue with her; she didn’t have much of a choice at this point, she had to offer something else to get him to relent and once he realized that she wasn’t playing around about these pills, he wouldn’t bring this up again. “Two, twenty milligrams every six hours.”

“Doctor-”

“Muscle relaxers in between if it’s not enough.” She interrupted, her voice heavily annoyed; his lips pressed into a thin line as he looked down at her, his hand having released her head and grabbed her forearm when she’d begun making attempts to create space, he wasn’t budging about letting her go.

‘Stubborn man.’

“Fine.” He huffed, sounding entirely reluctant to agree; she herself let out just as huffy of a breath, her soft face the definition of aggravated, she’d just been thinking minutes previously that he’d try to seduce her into getting his way, she should’ve seen it coming before then.

As gentle as she was, she was heavily considering suffocating the man with a pillow the next time he tried to pull something like this on her even though she wouldn’t make it very far with that, he’d combat her in a heartbeat, high or not. She should’ve known better, and she’d walked right into that one, whatever it was that she felt for him was behind the wheel over half the time and it didn’t help anything that in the rare instances when she was capable of holding composure, he could overpower her with ease if he so wanted to. Her patient wasn’t in the best shape and had still managed to pause her movements, his arm wasn’t budging from her waist, and she couldn’t slip her arm out of his iron grip; there was no doubt that he’d have no problem snapping her neck or strangling her to death should he choose to.

“Doctor.”

“I need to get your pills.” She muttered in response, keeping her eyes low; she needed to be professional about things, no more caving to his charm or those piercing eyes of his, protect herself from the unavoidable heartbreak that would come from not being guarded.

His hand retreated from her forearm, the other stayed wrapped securely around her waist without showing any signs that he was going to release her, and she shoved at his chest weakly, not managing to make him budge an inch. She just may attempt to suffocate him; he was practically rubbing in her face that she couldn’t fight him off if she tried her hardest and something inside her was dangerously close to snapping.

“I need to get your pills.” She repeated quietly; she craned her neck back to look up at him as she spoke, trying to remain levelheaded. “If you want them…”

Yuki froze in place no sooner did she look up to find herself face to face with Haruchiyo, her words trailing off when her lavender pools met his aquamarine ones, his free hand moving back to cradling her head, not giving her time to register anything until it’d already happened. Her eyes were blown wide in response and her heart was threatening to leap from her chest, she hadn’t expected him to follow through with kissing her after she hadn’t budged on the number of pills, but he had. He’d closed the distance without giving her a chance to argue with him and pressed his lips to hers without missing a beat, she didn’t know what possessed him to do so nor did she try to come up with answers, she’d gotten her first kiss. She’d just managed to take a handful of his shirt and mold her lips with his a single time before he pulled out of the kiss, a whine leaving her in protest, her eyes fluttering open. A sly little smirk formed on his lips as he stared down at her, keeping just outside of her reach while she regained her bearings, sliding his fingers through the white.

“You only get one.” The pink-haired male spoke; she stared up at him slightly dazed, a dumbfounded look on her face. “You can have another in six hours, Doctor.”

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