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hungharrington · 1 year

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Could I request something from the prompt you reblogged:

“I had a dream about you last night. Woke up hard/wet. Wanna hear about it?”

kitchen counters (kisses, and more)

this was hard to think of a sitch! it's a bit weird (?) but also a bit goofy at times, which i love and i hope u love anon! not any warnings needed, it's hot consensual sex except they don't use a condom but we know this is fiction and we should totally use those things irl. ok be safe and enjoy <3 2.8k words. minors do not interact.

It’s a bit of a strange morning, being here in Steve’s kitchen when you haven’t spent the night.

Not for lack of want, mind you. You hadn’t been able to is all, some family event that rolled way too late into the evening. And even though you know Steve would’ve come and picked you up if you asked, even at some point past midnight, you didn’t want to ask that of him. You knew he’d had a long day. Steve tried to insist he’d sleep better with you beside him.

“I don’t want you driving, s’all,” you said into the receiver last night, your tone apologetic. “It’s just, it’s late and you’re tired. I’ll come over in the morning, okay?”

“You promise?” Steve grumbled back. He never was in the chirpiest of moods when he went home to empty sheets.

“Pinky.”

And you followed through, driving over as soon as you could after your wake-up. Your own spare key lets you into the house and it’s only mildly surprising to find it quiet. The kitchen is empty, lights off.

You think of your boyfriend, who must be still asleep upstairs, and take a couple steps up the stairs, and— ah, there it is. The sound of the shower. If you strain your ears, you can hear his faint rendition of a George Michael song. It makes you grin.

You head for the kitchen anyways, flipping on the lights as you go— it’s a bit later than Steve’s usually up but you’re willing to bet that without you there to bug him awake, he’s dozed past his usual alarm.

There are Eggos in the fridge, enough for both of you, and fill the toaster with them, pressing the lever down. You begin brewing the coffee, the scent of it percolating the air and it’s nearly ready by the time you hear Steve coming down the stairs.

He appears in the doorway, shower towel still hung around his shoulders, his chest bare. You automatically dip your gaze to drink up the sight of his chest, a mixture of love and lust competing in your chest. His hair is shaggy and wet. He’s scrubbing the back of it with the towel but he pauses, delighting at the sight of you.

“I thought I heard you,” He smiles easily, and you meet him in the middle when he comes over for a kiss. His hands circle your waist. You press up on your toes and hold his face gently, pressing your sweetest good morning onto his lips. Steve hums. His eyes are still closed when you pull back.

They flutter open and he smiles again, blindingly handsome. “Missed you last night,” he says, pulling you closer by your waist. “And this morning too.”

Your heart sings just a bit, your thumb stroking lovingly across his cheekbone. “I bet you did, handsome.”

Steve raises his brows like he thinks you don’t believe him and his hands slither down, nearing the curve of your ass as suggestiveness creeps in his tone. “Uh huh. Even had a dream about you last night.”

His head ducks into the curve of your neck, lips ghosting along your throat as he continues, voice still husky from his sleep. “Woke up hard.”

His body pressing into you confirms that his high-running hormones haven’t managed to dim in the time between his dream and now — his cock is half-hard, nudging against your thigh. You can’t help the way you shiver when he kisses your neck, wet and warm, and murmurs, “Wanna hear about it?”

He’s a bastard. That’s the first thought in your mind as his kiss turns harsher, suckling at the skin of your neck in a way that weakens your knees — he’s a bastard who knows exactly what he’s doing. Your hands slip from his jaw to his shoulders, clutching them a little tighter. You try to pull yourself together.

“Something tells me you’re gonna tell me anyways.” You remark, a pant already making your words sound a little gaspier.

Damn, he makes you needy. Your head falls back and you let him nibble along your neck, feeling your arousal sparking — and catching fire quick, burning low in your stomach.

“Mm, I could,” Steve replies, between his lovebites. His cock has gotten harder, his hips lightly grinding against you to work it the right way. You keen into his touches. “Or… I could show you?”

Your hands move to tug his face up, out of your neck, and you kiss him, hard. Steve groans appreciatively into the kiss, beginning to walk the two of you backward til his back hits the counter. He uses the leverage to pull you closer, his knee nudging between your thighs — your cunt pulses hotly as you grind down against his thigh, lust licking hot at your spine.

“Mhm, definitely…” Steve starts, words tumbling out between his kisses. His teeth scrape your bottom lip, tongue soothing along after. “Definitely started like this.”

“Oh yeah?” You huff, giving a pleasurable shudder when the seam of your jeans lines up just right, rubbing rough right on your clit. A breathy moan escapes you and pushes into Steve’s lips, sealed in your kiss.

Not breaking his kiss, Steve’s hands grip your hips, his knee nudging higher as he pulls down to grind on him again — another bolt of pleasure pulls a moan from you as you clench around nothing. For a hot minute, you two play this game; Steve dedicating himself to your bottom lip, kisses hot and hands wandering, while you rub against his thigh needily. You reach a breaking point eventually.

“Steve,” you pull back from your sloppy kiss to whine, unsure exactly what you’re asking from him.

Face more flushed than before, Steve eyes you hungrily, lips swollen from your steamy kisses. He pulls your hips forward once again, groaning at the reaction it gets him— another pitiful whine, your hands on his neck flexing.

“God, you’re a fuckin’ angel,” He muses, more to himself. He bites his lower lip and takes a second to compose himself before his fingers take a walk, eyes tracing the path they take along the edge of your jeans. Steve pauses at the button, eyes flicking up to your face, eyebrows raising an inch.

“Take ‘em off?” He asks.

“In the kitchen?” You counter, sounding a bit appalled. Not that you and Steve have ever been restricted to the bedroom, but, well….

The Eggos in the toaster pop right at that moment as if to prove your point. You and Steve's heads both whip to the side to look at it and there's a moment of silence. Steve giggles first and you join in quickly, leaning into him. The noise tapers off and when you look back to Steve, you think about the night you would've had if you hadn't been held back.

You don't owe it to him, but you certainly are eager to find out the contents of his dream.

Stepping back out of his hold, you pull your shirt off swiftly. Next, you unbutton your jeans and shimmy them down your legs, kicking them off. Your legs prickle in the sudden coolness. You enjoy the wide-eyed boyish joy on Steve's face maybe a bit too much. He clearly wasn't sure he'd convinced you.

“You did say you'd show me what happened in this dream." You say, hooking your thumbs into your panties, like you're about to work them down your legs next. You pause, tilt your head, the fire in your belly fueled by Steve's greedy gaze drinking you in, "Or do you want to be the one to take these off?"

Steve growls, stepping forward and capturing your lips with his. It's fast and messy, his lips taking and taking, hands raking fast across your body as he lets desire run free. One hand kneads at your breast, pinching lightly at the peaking nipple beneath your shirt, stirring up heat within you. The other hand delves down, down, pushes gently into your panties.

A gasp stutters out of you as he runs his middle finger along your slit, gathering the wetness welling from your entrance. The pad of his fingers drags your slick forward, searching for your clit and you're nearly embarrassed by the hiccupy whimpering noise you make when he finds it.

"There?" Steve says, though his finger has already started to circle it, treacherously slow motions. You nod, your hand slipping and grasping his bicep tightly, giving a sweet sigh of pleasure. "Oh, good girl."

The praise sinks into your skin and you can feel yourself getting wetter, another futile clench of your cunt around nothing.

"Y'think you can handle my cock?" Steve murmurs lowly, checking in with you. He meanly speeds up his soft rubs on your clit as he asks, nearly making it impossible to answer for a minute, but you manage another nod, swallowing your noises for a moment.

"Yes," You say, voice nearly a whisper. Your breathing comes out in soft little pants, chest heaving. "Yes, yes, please, Steve."

Steve hums, pulling his hand from your panties and reaching for his own pants, the buckle clinking as he undoes his belt clumsily. His jeans pool at his ankles, kicked off in the direction of your own, and for a moment, it makes you laugh — two pairs of crumpled jeans on your kitchen floor all because of Steve's horny sleeping brain.

"So," you say, glancing for a moment at his tenting boxers. It makes you salivate just a bit. "How do you want me? How did the dream go?"

You emphasize the word dream, bending over to rest your forearms on one of the counters, sticking your ass out behind you tantalizingly. Steve's eyes stare intensely, chest rising and falling as he steps closer — his hands fall onto your lower back, dragging down lightly, til his fingertips curl under the elastic of your panties.

"Mhmm," He drags them further, revealing the swell of your ass and hot cunt and releasing a resounding groan of appreciation. He sounds breathless when he says, "Just... fuck, just like this."

Your panties gather round your ankles and you step out of them. Behind you, you can hear the sound of his boxers dropping, one warm hand leaving your skin for just a second. It's back in an instant, both his hands shifting down again, spreading your cunt wide for him.

Steve lets out another raspy groan, one of his thumbs coming down to play in the well of slickness building at your hole — your head tips forward with a shaky pleasured sigh of relief.

"Oh, so wet for me already." He says, bordering a tease. You resist the urge to wriggle your hips, to push back and see if he'll relent and touch you more. "Already so messy, huh?"

His light tone of mock twines up your desire and tugs it harshly, your cunt clenching with a whine so loud you nearly don’t hear his chuckle. You're nearly dizzy with relief when the next touch is his cock, nudging against your hot entrance lightly. One hand holds your hip.

Steve goes easy, sinking into you tortuously slow til his thighs meet the back of yours, a sighing moan scraping out his throat as he does. You keen, a strained mewl pushing out your throat as you get filled— so full it aches deliciously, aches for more.

“Ste— fuck,” His name is stolen from your mouth in a gasp, your hands gripping the counter as he pulls his hips back slow, the drag so so fucking delectable. Shit.

Steve rolls his hips forward, pushing back in gently and he pauses again, giving you a moment — even as you tremble and huff out high little noises, clearly enjoying yourself. Warmth spreads across your back as he leans over, pressing himself against your back and his cock further in. There’s a soft kiss on your spine, then another.

“Fuck,” he breathes heavily, breath fanning across your back. He gives another leisurely roll of his hips, a gentle fuck into your heat. You can feel his cock twitch inside you as your cunt clamps down on him. Another whiney noise passes your lips, heat curling up tight in your lower tummy. “Fuck, s’like you’re made for me. Like this pussy was just made for me.”

“Stevie,” you plead, managing to get the word out this time. There’s another ghost of his lips along your skin, then his arm shifts, wriggling under your tummy. He scoops it around your middle, hand pushing up between your breasts to rest on your sternum. Still folded atop you, Steve finally begins to move, hips pumping his cock in and out, faster and faster.

You squeal, body humming like a livewire as Steve finally fucks you, the soft squelch of your cunt sucking him in filling the kitchen. Steve’s chest burns hotly where it’s pressed to your back and you can hear every grunt that pairs with the snap of his hips, his hand on your hip and his arm under you pulling you back to meet every thrust.

Your eyes slip closed, little uh, uh, uh’s coming from your pretty mouth mixed with whimpers of Steve’s name. You’re stretched up on your toes, trying to get the angle that only Steve has ever found. Your core is burning with desire, a throbbing growing in your clit.

“You’re- shit, you’re better than a dream, sweetheart.” Steve grunts, hips never slowing his motions. The stretch of his cock has gone by now but the shape of his hard cock feels like he’s moulding your insides — and you love it.

“Nothing beats this pussy, mm. Nothing,” He drags out the word with a groan, breath coming out in hot pants against your back. “Beats fucking my girl.”

You’re nodding, beginning to feel too fucked out to even think of words. Steve’s hand shifts your hips up and you know he’s looking for that spot inside you— because you can feel his grin against your spine when you whine loudly when the head of his cock finds it.

“Oh, is that the spot?” Steve asks, voice dripping in condescension. You nod frantically. He starts to bully it with his cock, every fast thrust hitting it over and over, til nothing but the melted words of more and please leave your mouth in a drooling ramble. You’re whimpering and whining, cunt drooling all over his cock, down your thighs.

“That’s it, honey.” The words come out a bit choppy like Steve’s own orgasm was rearing its head and his hand moves off your hip — deftly finding your clit. You make a pathetic moan of his name as he circles it harshly, quick circles with the pads of his fingers.

“Fuckfuckfuck, Steve— uh, fuck,” You’re spewing anything that comes to your brain, your hips rocking back to meet Steve’s hard thrusts instinctively as you chase your high.

“Shit, honey,” Steve moans, voice climbing higher and breathier. His hips begin to jackhammer, stuttering as his orgasm tips over — a whiney string of curses sung into your skin as he fucks into your wet, hot cunt, hot cum dribbling from his cock inside you.

You’re desperate now, teetering close to your own edge but not quite there. “Stevie, please,” you cry. His fingers on your clit which had slowed regain their speed, his hips picking back up as he begins his murmurs to you.

“C’mon, honey, you’re so close, can feel this pussy sucking me in.“ He whispers hotly, his hand on your sternum moving to grope at your breast, fingers twisting at your nipple. “Want you to cum for me, okay? Please fucking cum for me.”

You don’t get a lot of choice with his cock drilling into you, pushing that sweet spot enough that your orgasm finally builds and melts — a strangled whiney moan of his name warbles out of you, instantly met with Steve’s praises, murmurs of how good you are for him. It feels like every nerve is alight, turning over and pulsing as the waves of pleasure ride out in your body.

You exhale, trying to catch your breath as you half melt into the counter, finally lowering off your tiptoes as you relax in the post-haze. Steve eases his cock out of you, the quietest wince, and you give yourself another minute before you drag yourself up, beginning to look for your abandoned panties. A thought strikes you.

“So,” you pant, leaning back against the counter; you’ll definitely need to sanitise that later. Steve’s rescued his boxers, tugging them up as he raises his brows to indicate he’s listening to your question. “How’d we do on the dream recreation?” You ask.

Steve grins cheekily. “Oh, in my dream we fucked on the couch.”

#jay writes #steve harrington x reader #steve smut #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington smut

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loveronlineee · 2 years

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Unexpected (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: none

Synopsis: The freshman go to Eddie’s but an unknown girl answers the door. She couldn’t be Eddie’s girlfriend, right?

Y/N notes: smaller than Eddie

Request for an anon! I’ve been getting a couple secret girlfriend type requests recently so that’s fun:)

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“Mike we can turn around at any point if you just admit that you’re wrong.” Dustin said as the boys biked to the trailer park.

“No way dude.” Mike replied, annoyed he’d even suggest that. The determination he felt inside kept his eyes firmly on the road ahead of him. “I know I’m right.”

“Fine.” Dustin shrugged. Lucas sighed.

“This is stupid.”

“And yet you still came with us.” Dustin added.

The boys often had nerdy arguments. It could be about anything. D&D, books, movies, video games…

But this was the first time they had been arguing over the weekend and Eddie wasn’t there to end it. Their Dungeon Master was an infinite source of knowledge on all things nerd, so they knew they had to go to him to settle this and it couldn’t wait until Monday.

They reached the familiar trailer and dropped their bikes, going to knock on the door. Dustin gave his friend a smug look. “Mike you are about to eat your-“

The door swung open. The boys were greeted not by Eddie, or his uncle, but a girl. She looked like she could be about the same age as their dungeon master. Little pyjama shorts and a Hellfire shirt on. It looked a little big on her. About Eddie’s size. She looked like she just rolled out of bed yet she still looked good.

The girl smiled at them, a little surprised.

“Hi?” She greeted. The three boys just stared up in shock. After getting no response, she tried again. “Can I help you?” She asked, quirking one eyebrow up.

“Uh we’re looking for Eddie?” Dustin said slowly, like he was waiting to be told they were at the wrong trailer. The girl poked her head back inside.

“Babe! Some kids are here asking for you!” She shouted in.

Babe? No, she couldn’t be.

“Do they look like nerds?” They heard Eddie shout back. His voice sounded a little groggy, like he hadn’t been awake too long either. Y/N turned back and assessed each of them.

“Two of them do! The other looks like a jock!”

“Ah. Right.” They heard Eddie say.

Soon enough the metalhead walked into view, slinging an arm around the girl. She leaned into the touch. He grinned down at the freshman, seeing the looks on their faces. “Good morning gentlemen.”

“Eddie? Who is this?” Mike asked, pointing.

“This is my girlfriend, Y/N.” Eddie answered, like it was obvious.

“You… have a girlfriend?” Lucas questioned. Eddie put a hand on his chest, pretending to be offended.

“Is it really that hard to believe Sinclair?”

“Yes.” The trio replied. Eddie’s girlfriend began laughing, burying her face into his pyjama shirt before standing back up straight.

“Aww man Eds these kids are funny. You guys must be in Hellfire yeah?” She smiled fondly at them. They all nodded. “Nice! Which one of you’s Dustin?”

“Me?” Dustin said cautiously.

“So we finally meet Henderson. I’ve heard a lot about you.” Y/N smirked.

“You have?”

“Yeah I can’t get Eddie to shut up about you some days.”

“Babe. Stop.” Eddie angrily whispered making Y/N and the boys giggle. Y/N grabbed his face and pulled it down a little.

“Stop being cute.”

“I can’t help it, I’m just so effortlessly adorable.” Eddie replied, his cheeky grin returning. Y/N pulled his a little closer for a kiss. The boys pulled disgusted faces.

“Ugh gross.” Mike commented. The older kids chuckled and turned back to them.

“Wheeler don’t act like you’re just as bad with your girl.” Eddie said, placing a hand on Y/N’s waist.

“What the hell are you guys doing here?” The group turned around to see their red headed friend who lived across the street.

“Max!” Lucas greeted enthusiastically. “Dustin and Mike were arguing so we came here to settle it.” Max rolled her eyes as if she was saying of course.

“Hey Max.” Y/N said with a smile.

“Hey.” The boys eyes widened.

“You knew Eddie has a girlfriend???” Dustin questioned. The other boys looked outraged too. Max gave them a funny look.

“Yeah I see her around here all the time. I assumed you guys knew?”

“No. We didn’t.” Mike said in an over the top voice.

“So what’s the debate gentlemen?” Eddie asked. “This is supposed to be my day off from you kids.” He joked.

“We need you to settle something for us.” Mike stated.

“Alright. Shoot.” Mike and Dustin both opened their mouths but no words came out. They frowned and looked at each other.

“Wait… what were we arguing about again?” Dustin asked.

“I genuinely have no idea.” The pair turned to Lucas. He put his hands up innocently.

“You two lost me as soon as we got on our bikes.” The boys sighed in frustration.

“Well you guys biked all this way,” Y/N interrupted. “You wanna come in? We’ve got hot chocolate and a shit ton of mugs.”

“But I thought we were gonna have a lazy morning today.” Eddie complained, leaning more on Y/N. She moved to wrap her arms around his neck.

“I’m sure they won’t be too long. Then we can get back in bed and spend the rest of the day there.” Y/N spoke softly, not really wanting the younger ones to hear. “And we can do whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?” Eddie grinned.

“Whatever you want.”

“Gross.” Mike said again. “Are we getting hot chocolate or are we just gonna watch you two making babies right in front of us?”

“Chill out Wheeler.” Eddie brushed off. He walked back into his trailer, holding Y/N’s hand as she followed. “Alright everyone get in, I’ve got a date with my bed and this lovely lady so make it quick.”

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scribblesofagoonerr · 3 months

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Don't give up yet, I'm not letting you | Inner Demons

⟫ Alphabet Challenge, D- Don't give up yet, I'm not letting you.

Pairings: leah williamson x teen reader, arsenal wfc x teen reader

Back again with another part, I've had a really shitty day if I'm honest and so, umm, writing this now has sort of helped, I guess?

Once again nothing has been proof-read so yeah, it won't make any sense maybe and this ones' a bit longer than the rest but once I get carried away I just can't stop so this is definitely going to have a few more parts to this one. I just don't know how many that will be, so I guess we'll see what happens.

Thank you each and every single one of you for the response to this small fic series so far, I'm so glad that people are liking it so much.

The confession you have made leaves the room feeling a tense atmosphere, the girls will not let you give up so easily so they make a decision on your behalf to help you on the right path to get better.

tw: heavy angst, mentions of SH, MH, suicide and death.

"What... What does that even mean?" Katie furrows her eyebrows as she looks at you for a more logical answer.

"I'm tired, I'm so tired and I can't keep on fighting this battle anymore" You speak quietly, afraid to meet their eyes.

Each one of them really did mean so much to you, they all look heart broken with the what you had confessed.

Steph, the Aussie girl that made you feel so loved

Kim, your captain who always talked sense into you

Jen, the brave Scots' woman who you can rely on

Caitlin, the second Aussie that you love despite how annoying she is

Katie, the Irish girl who acts all tough but is a total softie

Beth, the blonde who gives great advice when you need it

Viv, the dutch who you cheers you up when she sneaks you ice cream

Lia, the swiss girl that gives you the best hugs sometimes

& Leah, the one who stuck around and made you feel at home

Your family, you would really miss them all.

However, you knew it was time.

It was the only way, you couldn't do it any longer.

The battle was too hard, it needed to end.

"Y/N, you're awake!" Vic burst into the room and broke the sudden silence before she spins and looks back towards the door. "Less! Kyra! Lotte! Laura! Y/N/N is awake!" she shouts loud enough to get the attention of the three remaining girls not in the room.

As right on queue, the rest of the girls all run in and smile widely when they see you awake and sat up in the hospital bed.

"Y/N/N, you're awake!" Laura says as she grins at you before she walks over and hugs you.

"Hi Y/N/N!" Alessia smiles brightly, glad to see you're awake.

"Y/N/N!" Kyra shouted aloud, right down the blondes' ear beside her.

"Ow, Kyra. That was right down my ear" Alessia grumbles as she glares at the Aussie girl before she shakes her head and walks over to your beside to exchange a hug with you.

"Glad that you're awake, Y/N. You gave us all a scare" Lotte came over and gave you a gentle hug before she ruffles your hair.

None of them 4 girls had caught the glum expressions on the older girls' faces.

"So how long do you think it'll be before your back on the pitch and we can prank everyone?" Kyra questions taking it upon herself to plop herself down on the end of the bed.

"Hopefully not too long" You take the chance to put a front on in front of the girls in the room. "I'll be back before you know it and thrashing you out there!" you give her a grin to hide the deep pain inside.

"How're you feelin' kid?" Lotte glances at you concerned.

"Oh you know, fabulous. Just had the best 24 hour nap" You can't help but joke with the girls even with them all looking so distraught. "Ah come on girls, cheer up. I'm not dead yet, you know?" You tell them.

"I'm sorry no I can't do this. I can't sit here and pretend that everything is okay and fine, when it's not... It's far from okay" Leah spoke up as she goes to move off the bed from where she sat beside you.

"What's going on?" Vic asks confused, having not been in the room previously.

"Y/N/N is tired of life, she wants to give up on it" Leah tells them as her bottom lip wobbles at she tells the rest of the girls what you had said.

"W... What do you mean?" Laura asks, confused and not understanding what the blonde means.

"Y/N wants to die" Leah drops the bombshell before she presses a kiss that lasts longer than usual and then starts to walk away.

"What?" Alessia gasps as her eyes widen in shock as she looks at you.

"Wait, Le... No!" You shot up as you try and latch onto her arm. "Le, don't leave me... I need you-- Please, come back!" you shout aloud as you thrash your arms around.

"I'll go and find her" Lia is quick to follow her, leaving the rest of the girls all still staring at you.

"Y/N, you need to be careful of your bandages or there'll rip" Steph says gently as she looks concerned about your well-being now while she moves to stand by your beside.

"I don't care, I don't... I don't care! Leah! Don't go, come back!" You continue to put up a fight to get out of the hospital bed. "Please, please, c... come back!" you scream at the top of your voice.

What have you done? You made her so upset.

You've made them all so upset, your a horrible person.

Why did you have to blurt it out like that? Your so stupid.

Stupid, selfish... You're nothing but a huge let down.

The voices inside your head was taunting you, you just needed them to stop.

Watching the one person that's always stuck by your side, walk away, it hurts you more that you realise.

More than any pain you currently feel, why did you go and say that?

"Calm down Y/N/N. You'll make yourself sick if your not careful" Beth tells you as she moves to stand on the other side of the bed as she pulls you into her arms for a hug as you just break down into sobs.

"I... I don't care, I don't... Leah! Come back!" Your now sobbing as you still try and do your best to get out of bed to go after the blonde, although it wasn't any good when you had so many different wires and monitors attached to you. "Le, please... please, don't leave me!"

Why did it hurt so much for her to walk away like that? You really were so selflish.

"Deep breaths, Y/N. Just keep on taking deep breaths" Steph adds in, trying to make it to the point where you didn't get yourself too upset that you were physically hurting yourself again.

"I'll be back" Kim eyes you wearily as she exhales a sigh before she also leaves the room to go and find the two girls.

"Leah?" Lia found Leah sat slouched down against one of the walls outside of your hospital room.

Leah peers up to look at the Swiss women, "I can't be in there right now" she mumbles quietly. " I... I just can't do it, I can't sit there and listen to crack jokes about death and be so optemistic when she... when she said something like that, I just can't" she explains to the older girl.

"I know" Lia replies in agreement and moves sit beside her.

"She said that she wants to die, Wally" Leah states as she stares straight out in front of her.

"I... I know" Lia repeats as she exhales a sigh and wraps her free arm around the blonde.

"She said she wants out of life... I... I-- Why?" Leah asks in disbelief as the tears threaten to spill.

"I don't know, Le" Lia mumbles and bits her bottom slightly.

"S...She said she wants to die, Wally" Leah voice quiviers as she repeats what they heard. "She's a teenage girl, s... she has so much more to achieve, so much more-- H... How can she be so depressed about life that she would rather be dead instead?" she questions distraught.

"She's suffering Le" Lia swallows the lump that forms in her throat as she hugs the blonde in her arms. "She's been suffering for a long time and we just didn't know, but we can help now" she tries to speak positive about it all.

"I... I thought she was doing better, she... she was doing better. I don't get it, what happened that made her do this?" Leah wonders numbly as she roughly wipes the tears away and shakes her head. "We can't let her die, we can't let her give up just so easily. She needs to fight... She has to fight!" she adds in.

"We will help her, we won't let her suffer in silence anymore" Kim speaks up as she joins the two of them as she exhales a shaky breath. "Y/N is one of our own, we'll be there for her and she'll get better" she tells them honestly.

"But how can we do that when she doesn't even want the help?" Leah questions as she shakes her head in disagreement. "You heard her in there, Kim! You heard what she said, she doesn't want to live anymore, she did what she did on purpose. H... How can we help her?" she questions as her voice breaks even more.

"We need to make a plan, we can come up with a way to help her... Even if she doesn't want the help" Kim declares with determination in her voice.

"But how do we do that? We can't keep an eye on her 24/7, when we have training and stuff, can we?" Lia glances at the Scots' woman in confusion.

"We keep her in hospital where she'll be safe" Kim tells the two of them.

"And how do we do that? I imagine as soon as she gets the chance then she'll bolt out of here" Leah scoffs and shakes her head, knowing you all too well and you were stubborn when it come to some things.

"We don't let her have the chance to do that then, still is still a minor remember? Technically that means, that you, Leah, since you're her guardian so too speak, you can make that decision for her and notify the doctors of your concern for her own welfare" Kim explains to the blonde, which was somewhat true now since you had moved in with her.

"Keeping her here against her own will? She'd hate me then for sure" Leah mutters as she rubs her hands down her face, feeling the stress of everything even more when the decision was resting on her shoulders.

"She might do at first, but soon enough she'll realise that you're only doing this to help her because you love her just like we all do" Kim gives the blonde a sympathetic smile.

"Kim is right Leah, this will be the best thing for Y/N" Lia speaks up after she had been quiet for a bit.

Leah glances between the two girls that she is sat with. "Is it, really?" she asks, still unsure about it all.

"You know it is Le" Lia states, knowingly.

Okay, maybe Kim has a point there then.

This would be the best decision to make right now.

"Alright, but how do we get here to stay here?" Leah asks, not knowing how to even go about this.

"First things first, we-- you speak to the doctors, you tell them that she cut herself and has admitted that she intended to do it. That's validation for the doctors to detain her for up to 72 hours at least" Kim explains the logical side of it all.

"That is something that I don't think she will like very much" Lia frowns, shaking her head as she listens to the older women.

Leah frowns and shakes her head. "A psych hold? I don't think she'll like that very much" The Swiss women tells her captain

"No, she won't but she won't have much choice if the doctors believe she's at risk of hurting herself again" Kim confesses to them as she exhales a deep sigh. "The doctors will run further assessment to determine whether they need to keep her in for longer and in the mean time, it gives us chance to talk to Jonas and the medical staff, fill them in what's happened and create a proper plan going forward" she adds in.

"And what if you determine that she needs to stay for longer than 72 hours?" Lia questions the Scots' woman.

"Then we cross that bridge when we come to it" Kim replies to the blonde as she moves to crouch down beside her.

"I know that it'll hurt to walk away and leave her here in the hospital Le, but you know as well that this is the right way, it's the only way for her to get better" Lia says honestly.

"Remember that Y/N is our family and we will always be there for her even if she will be mad at us about this" Kim adds in.

"Oh yeah, she is definitely going to be super mad about this" Leah chuckles in realisation about it.

Sure enough you would probably be mad with her, but Leah wasn't going to let you try and kill yourself again, not on her watch.

You were her family even if you were a complete pain is the ass sometimes, but you were her pain in the ass to deal with.

#arsenal x reader #woso x reader #arsenal women x reader #leah williamson #woso #woso imagine #woso fanfics #leah williamson x teen!reader #heavy angst #arsenal x teen!reader #woso one shot #leah williamson x reader #arsenal wfc x reader

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kanri-domo · 8 months

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Characters: Il Dottore, AMAB! Reader

Warnings: Non-Con, Torture, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, Drugs

A tale of three failed escapes.

It's dark. Dottore has no idea where he is or how he even got here. The last thing he remebered was storming off after a useless meeting, annoyance clouding his mind, fully intent on returning to his precious experiment. Yet, somehow, he was now in a dark cell, with the only light coming from behind a locked door.

With each little movement, the chains that bind him down clank. There's a cuff around his ankle and collar around his neck, both heavy and securely locked with a sturdy padlock, with chains that lead to the bedframe, which is bolted to the ground unfortunately. The chains aren't long enough for Dottore to go anywhere close to the door either, frustratingly enough.

"You're awake!" The door creaks open, finally. In enters a person Dottore does not recognize yet feels vaguely familiar.

"I've been waiting for you to wake up for so long," you complain, "I think I used too much sedative, but I was worried you'd wake up while I was still getting everything ready! Thank the archons you've enhanced yourself as much as you have - I think the dosage would've killed a normal person."

This person, Dottore thinks incredulously, is fucking crazy. To attack a harbinger - Dottore himself no less - is one thing. It's expected to for them to have some enemies, but it's whole other thing for someone to drug and kidnap one.

You prattle on for even longer, slender fingers twirling around a set of keys. Dottore stopped paying attention, no longer interested. If you were stupid enough to flaunt off the keys to his chains, then it would only be prudent for him to waste as little time necessary to escape and give you a slow death for the trouble you've caused.

The moment you walk into his range, Dottore snaps. He might be a researcher and scientist at heart, but he was the second for a reason and it doesn't take much to overpower you.

Dottore knocks you out with a strong blow to the head. It's disgusting how weak you are, he grumbles to himself, kidnapped by a stupid weakling.

As he turns around to unlock the cuffs around his ankle and neck, he fails to notice you getting back up, brushing off the blow as if it were nothing. It's not until he's shrieking in pain from an electrical shock that breaks him out of his concentration, and to his horror, face-to-face with you.

"Sorry, darling," you purr, "I'm afraid it's not going to be that easy. But hey, since you're so excited to be here, why don't we get started with lesson one?"

Dottore's vision is darkening, but he watched angrily as you place your hands around his throat and squeeze. The last thing he sees before he passes out - whether it be from the electrical shock or the lack of air, Dottore doesn't know - is the crazy glint of excitement that he'd seen in himself many times before. Dread pools in his stomach and everything goes black.

II.

Dottore was tired. There's a bone-deep tiredness that's been persisting ever since you'd kidnapped him. How long has it been? A month? Two months? No natural light enters the cell that you keep him in and the only other indicator of time passing is you coming and going.

There are bruises all over him; you liken it to adding color to a canvas, each one blooming into blues, purples, and blacks. Everything hurts. There's dried semen on his thighs and chest, but it's easier to ignore compared to everything else.

Dottore automatically stiffened at the ominous creaking of the door opening. You step in, humming cheerfully. In your hands is a tray of disgusting, horrendous slop. Dottore looks away from you, unwilling to submit himself to your whims despite the gnawing hunger.

"Ah, this game again?" You ask, amusement coloring your voice. "When will you learn," you tut. You say more words, but he's not listening, too tired to care. You roll your eyes at him before placing the slop on the ground and leaving.

The door closes behind you, but it lacks the distinctive click of the lock. The sound of footsteps getting feinter and feinter indicates you leaving though.

Dottore stares. There's no way you'd forget to lock the door... Would you?

It's dumb, and maybe it's the pain and exhaustion that fuels this escape attempt. It's so painfully obvious that it's a trap, but Dottore is nothing if not desperate.

Tugging at the chains, the loosened links came free. Hesitantly, Dottore stalked towards the door, afraid to make too much noise, lest you come back to investigate.

Peeking out the door, he sees no one. Despite the fear and the gut instinct of something feeling wrong coursing through him, Dottore refused to retreat back into the cold embrace and safety of the cell behind him. There's another door a small distance ahead, an exit perhaps?

Dottore takes his first steps towards freedom, before breaking into a run, hurrying before you come back. He would escape, he would -

A sharp pain from his head stops him in his tracks - or rather, you slam him into the wall does. Dottore sees stars and before he knows it, he's on the ground, blood bleeding out and running down his face.

"I'm going to kill you," Dottore snarls weakly, dizziness and pain quickly overtaking his senses, "I'm going to cut you into pieces and burn you alive," he slurs.

You laugh. Dottore is already weak from the time he's spent with you, and the head injury doesn't help, so it doesn't take much for you to hold him down despite his struggling. You unzip your pants, and Dottore stills.

"This is your punishment, darling," you coo as he started hyperventilating beneath you. You're not kind, Dottore had found out early on, but usually your punishments were physical, not sexual. Sex only happened after you'd coerced him into it in exchange for something else. Never as a punishment.

Your dick is objectively big, but for some reason, it feels even bigger than usual when you penetrate him. You don't bother to stretch or lube him up, and Dottore feels the lack of preparation keenly. It's painful and slow, and the whimpers the escape him would've been embarrassing if the pain of his insides rearranging themselves to make way for you wasn't as painful as it was.

By the time you bottomed out, Dottore was only moments away from passing out, but a sharp slap across the face brought him back.

"Ah - ah," you taunt, "if you black out now, I'd have to punish you even more later."

Without warning, you pull out before proceeding to slam yourself back in. Dottore howled at the suddenness, and the overwhelming feeling of pleasure and pain began to mix together as you fucked him senseless. Soon, blood slickened your movement and your roughness smoothed into a steady pace. Your hands grip onto his thin waist, nails digging into thin flesh, undoubtedly leaving even more marks. You fuck him like a ragdoll, and Dottore was helpless to stop you.

The harsh pace is unforgiving, and by the time you've cum, Dottore was extremely close to blacking out again. You cum inside him, painting his insides white. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming, Dottore whined, his own cock hard, yet lacking the necessary enough stimulation to get a release.

You laugh at him, looking down on him as if he were a dumb bitch in heat. You take pity on him - or at least Dottore assumes you do - and dig your fingers into his prostate. It takes several harsh jabs before he spills all over himself, and Dottore silently curses his masochistic tendencies. But, at the very least, you seem to have had your fill, he relaxes, letting exhaustion fill him.

"This isn't the end of your punishment, unfortunately for you," You taunt, "You belong to me, and only me, you know? It seems my silly pet still wants to escape, so I need to make sure I train you well. I need to make sure you know, and your body knows, that I'm the only person who will ever love you!"

The last thing he sees is the sadistic gleam in your eyes, a familiar look that Dottore no doubt had on his own face once upon a time.

He blacks out, body aching and terror griping his heart.

The next time Dottore wakes up, he’s back in the dark, cold cell. There's something - a vibrator - in him, and he's tied down to the bed. You've taken everything: his pride, his freedom, and his dignity. You've crushed it beneath your heel and the only thing Dottore could do was laugh at the irony until he cried.

The mad scientist sobbed and screamed into the unforgiving darkness, unable to move and unknowing of when you'd return.

III.

He's wet and shivering. Archons, why was he so stupid. To run away when you loved him when you took good care of him.

Dottore was hiding in an alleyway a couple blocks away from where you'd kept him captive, not that he knew where the hell he was. It's definitely still in Snezhnaya, if the amount of snow meant anything, but it was a big enough country that Dottore still had no idea where he was.

He could go back, but... The thought of your anger, however, was enough to hesitate. Besides, he still was loyal to the Tsaritsa, and still had a duty to the Fatui... didn't he?

Angry stomps interrupted his thoughts. No, dread pools in his guts, it seems, you had already found him before Dottore could make any decision at all.

You stare at his pathetic form, face blank of any emotion.

Dottore pathetically crawled towards you, body already numb from the cold. He could salvage this, he thought desperately, you loved him, after all. You'd forgive him... Right?

"M' sorry," he mewled pathetically, clinging onto your pants, "I didn't mean to," he adds. He practically kneeling in the snow, too weak to get up, as well as trying to act as submissive as possible. The collar around his neck feels heavy, despite being only made of leather. You'd placed it there, changing it from the heavy lead to a lighter leather, calling it a reward for good behavior.

But Dottore had misbehaved, and now, you're angry.

"It seems," you sigh, and the next words that come out of your mouth freeze Dottore even more than the cold did, "that I still haven't trained you well enough."

Dottore opened his mouth - to beg, to scream, he didn't know - but before he could, the sharp jab of needle made its way into his neck, and you injected a strong sedative into him. Dottore slumped down into the snow, misery filling his wretched heart and vision darkening.

He wakes up strapped to an examination table. The table beneath him is warm, but the air is as cold as ever, and Dottore shivers. His mouth is being forced open by a ring gag and his legs were forced apart by a spreader bar. There's something huge inside of him, it stretches out his hole to a burning degree.

"Finally awake, dear?"

Dottore tilted his head to look towards you. There’re no emotions on your face, and you're holding a bottle filled with a clear liquid.

He whines, a last-ditch attempt at placating you. It's useless, he knows, it's already too late for him. The room is cold, but the trembles that wrack his body stem from fear.

You ignore him, opting to instead pour the contents of the bottle down his throat. It doesn't take long for Dottore to figure out what exactly you'd given him.

The aphrodisiac that you give him is strong. Dottore couldn't help but jerk and fight against the restraints, the burning need for stimulation becoming overwhelming.

You laugh at him, and instead of relieving him, you turn on something beside you, and in turn, the thing that's inside of him - a dildo - starts moving in and out. At first, the pace is slow, slow enough that he couldn't help but whine for more, but within moments, speeds up into a harsh pace.

"I think that should be good for now," you hum. Dottore's moans and breathy screams permeated the air. Even the slightest of touches from you were quickly becoming too much.

It doesn't take long before the first spurts of cum spill out, but the machine is unbudging, and so are you.

"A- ahh!" The need for more and feeling of too much clash, Dottore cries, feeling overwhelmed. You're laughing at him he notes out of the corner of his eye. He’s squirming against the restraints even more now, desperate to escape.

It's too much, he thinks; I'm going to die.

The machine continues to fuck him. It's going to fuck him to death, Dottore can't help but think hysterically, he's going to die here, still trapped by your love.

With another rough thrust, Dottore cums again. And again. And again. And again.

You're still watching him as the drugs wear off, as his dick softens, yet the machine still continues to thrust into his loose hole, unable to even clench down. There's no way he could cum again, but the machine continues to wring orgasm after orgasm out of him, even if no liquid spills out.

It takes one last dry orgasm before you finally stop the machine mid-thrust. Your hands softly run across his body, each feather-light touch makes him twitch and jerk, body too sensitive. With swift hands, you remove the gag. Dottore quickly snapped down, wishing he was able to rub his sore jaw.

"Well," you ask, "what do you have to say for yourself?"

Dottore trembled under your harsh stare, breaths coming out uneven and short.

You frown. You reach out to pet him on his head this time, each pet soft and kind. "You know I love you, right? I'm only doing this for your sake," you tell him, "The Fatui are no good for you. You belong here, with me."

"Look at you, so wrecked and slutty. This is what you're born for, you're a perfect whore," you add, "So give up, Zandik, I'm the only one who'll love you no matter what, so be good for me, m'kay?"

Dottore Zandik sobbed, dam bursting open, tears spilling. You were right, weren't you? His parents hadn't loved him, the Fatui hadn't cared enough to find him.

Only you would love a monster like him.

"I love you," he hears you say, and it hurts to hear. There's a part of him that's screeching, angry that you've reduced him to such a pathetic, humiliating state.

The rest of him is quiet though. He's given up. You love him, so you're only doing this for his sake, his mind rationalizes.

"Love you," he mumbles between the sobs and tears, "I love you. I'm s- sorry for running, for being no good."

You smile gently down at him, but your eyes are cruel and cold. You're satisfied by his obedience.

Zandik cried and cried, the reality of his situation finally settling in. There was no escape from you; your love was drowning him and finally, Zandik let himself be drowned.

#dom reader #sub genshin impact #sub dottore #dottore #genshin impact #genshin impact smut #dottore x reader #yandere reader #amab reader #but can be read as nb reader #dead dove do not eat #tw kidnapping #tw torture #stockholm syndrome #tw drugs

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stellar-constellations · 2 months

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Star Patient: Chapter 4 (ONGOING SLOW BURN SERIES)

WARNING: This series will include; possible inaccurate medical procedures and medical setting, gore, toxic relationships that should NOT be replicated in real life, murder, yanderes, cursing, suicide mentions, implications of misandry (male misogyny), and possibly more.

Inaccurate canon-timeline (this is before Ashley and Andrew murdered their parents).

Reader has a small fear of adult men/rape and has a history of suicide attempts.

Incest is not Wincest.

Amnesiac! Obsessive! Patient! Andrew Graves x Yandere! Nurse! Reader:

Wordcount: 11,018 words

Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, current chapter, Chapter 5, Chapter 6 (in the works)

"Andy."

"Hey Andy, wake up..."

"Andrew."

"Andrew, wake up!"

Andrew shot awake, before letting out a hiss, clutching his head as it pounded terribly. He cradled his head, before turning his attention to his bedside, where Ashley stood.

"What are you doing here?" Andrew questioned, still holding his head. "You manage to worm your way in here that quickly after getting banned?"

"Hospital security sucks." She hummed. "That, or they just hire any idiot off the street."

"Maybe you can get a job here." Andrew commented sarcastically, earning a half-hearted glare from his sister. "But you still didn't answer my question. Why are you here?"

"Well, how are you healing? Are we ready to get out of here?" Ashley questioned, sitting down on his bedside, the uneven distribution of weight on his bed causing his injured legs to shift, making him wince.

"I don't know..." he hissed between his teeth as pain shot through his legs and head. "I think it'd be best for me to stay here until I can walk again. We have no where to go when I heal up, and the nurse said I'd have to be bedridden for a few weeks to make sure my legs heal and get strong again." He spoke. "I bet there's probably going to have to be physical therapy too for my legs, so I can walk and crap."

"Ugh... healing broken bones takes too long. I feel like a kid watching their grandpa die." She groaned, physically deflating.

"What's the rush?" Andrew questioned. "We're out of our old city, and it's not like anyone's following us anymore."

Ashley had a look on her face, a flash of hesitancy appeared on her face, gaining Andrew's immediate interest. "I just... I had a dream last night, from the demon, and..." she paused, looking away as she thought what to say.

"And...? And what?" Andrew questioned, prompting for her to go on.

"Ah, never mind." She huffed, a little frustrated. "It's not something you can help with, being bedridden and all."

"Are you sure?" Andrew questioned, seeming concerned. "You can tell me—"

"Don't worry about it, Andy!" Ashley smiled, plastering on a fake smile. "It's nothing too big. So, how are the nurses and doctors treating you?"

"Good..." Andrew muttered.

He was concerned about Ashley's strange behavior, but he knew that if she didn't want to talk, she sure as hell won't.

"They're all fine... Some of the nurses and doctors here are pretty weird, but the one nurse that takes care of me seems pretty nice." Andrew explained. "but, she works in the pediatric branch so I don't see her much." Andrew quickly added, hoping that his lack of time and attention to the nurse would save him from another argument between the siblings.

"A nurse? Is she pretty?" Ashley questioned, keeping up her innocent smile.

Andrew knew this trap very well. He opted to look away from her eyes, staring out the window at the daylight outside.

"No..." he lied. "I wouldn't say that."

"Really? Even with her pretty (e/c) eyes and (h/c) hair?" Ashley questioned.

When did Ashley meet (Y/N)? Ashley had never been in the hospital during the night, so there's no way she met her inside the hospital.

"How did you know what she looked like? Did you meet (Y/N)?" Andrew questioned, curious as he turned his gaze back at Ashley.

"I knew it..." Ashley muttered, a distasteful expression on her face.

"What?" Andrew questioned, confused.

"Don't worry about it." Ashley spoke, standing up from the bed's end, the small movement causing Andrew's legs to hurt a bit. "I'm gonna go grab food. I didn't get any on the way here. I'll see you later, Andrew." Ashley smiled.

Before Andrew could open his mouth, Ashley walked out of his room, exploring the hospital as she avoided the nurses and security guards who could recognize her. She was able to snatch a scalpel lying in one of the empty doctor offices while a nurse was cleaning the exam table, headphones in her ears as she blasted music. Quite unprofessional really, but it helped Ashley get a weapon that was actually useful rather than an empty handgun.

She shoved it in her pocket and waited around the hospital for hours, changing her hiding spot every now and then. She made sure to stay in the pediatric branch, the branch Andrew said that pretty little nurse worked in. In one of her hiding spots, two little boys were rummaging around before they discovered her.

The two had been looking around for their parents after escaping their hospital rooms, Ashley figured due to them calling out “Mom! Dad!” in the hallways. They got to her hiding spot and opened the white curtain she was hiding behind, looking to see if their parents were behind there (kid logic, it makes no sense).

Before the two could scream, Ashley quickly covered their mouths with her hands.

“Don’t be brats now, stay quiet.” She hissed.

They looked at each other, then her, before nodding. Ashley looked hesitant to let them go, but she didn’t want to be discovered, so she moved her hands from their mouths, wiping her hands on her shirt.

“Are you a ghost?” one of the kids whispered.

“No.” She answered, her expression a mix between boredom and displeasure.

“Are you a nurse?” the other questioned.

“No.” Ashley scoffed, her tone almost sounding offended that they had the audacity to say that. “Like I’d work with kids."

“So, who are you? What are you doing here?” one of the blond boys questioned.

“I’m playing hide and seek with one of my friends.” She lied. “Leave, you’re gonna give away my hiding spot.” She huffed, grabbing the curtain and closing it to shield her from view.

Before the kids could ask to play too (having already forgotten their parents), they heard footsteps, followed by a voice.

“What are you two doing?” a female questioned, her shadow being seen through the curtain.

Both of the boys jumped, letting out squeals as they turned to look at her. Ashley grabbed the scalpel she stole out of her pocket, holding it tightly in her hand. Whether it was the she was looking for or not, she’d kill her if she gets discovered.

“N-nothing! Just… playing!” one of the boys spoke nervously.

Good… Ashley thought, smirking.

“I’m Tom, that’s Jerry.” One introduced themselves.

“Like the cartoon?” the nurse questioned.

Funny. Ashley thought sarcastically, rolling her eyes at the joke.

“Um… yes?” one of them spoke, hesitant in their answer.

“Well, it sure matches you both, since you sneaked out of your rooms.” The nurse commented. “Who are you talking to?” she questioned.

Ashley’s grip on the scalpel’s handle tightened, wiggling her shoulders to loosen up a bit in case the nurse got too curious, getting ready to kill her.

“Come along now.” The nurse spoke.

Ashley watched the two small shadows walk away from her hiding spot. The nurse stayed for a second, keeping her attention on the curtain, before she guided the two boys away from her. Ashley peeked her head out of the curtain, seeing a nurse with two little boys walking away. The nurse had (h/c) hair, but Ashley couldn’t see the color of her eyes.

Damn. Ashley thought. I think that was just my target…

She couldn’t be certain per se, but it was certainly the best description so far.

Well, it’s not the end of the world. In fact, it’s probably for the best. If she killed the girl in this hospital, not only could she get medical assistance from others in the hospital if something goes wrong, but it’d be a pain in the ass to hide the body somewhere here too (not to mention the security cameras). If someone died in the hospital, they’d check the security cameras and find Ashley, then Andrew would be in trouble too since Ashley walked in his room and he was left unharmed.

If she can’t kill her in the hospital, she’d just kill her at home. She can just hitch a ride in (Y/N)’s car, it’s really not that hard. Ashley can just follow the girl out of the hospital and either threaten her with the empty gun (not like the nurse would know) or she can just unlock her car depending on her car’s model.

Ashley made sure to follow behind (Y/N) for the rest of the night. Luckily, she didn’t have to wait too long. After rushing out of the staff room, she ran to the elevators. Ashley took the chance to rush down the hallway and slide down the hospital staircase railing, reaching the elevator’s lobby. She followed (Y/N) out of the hospital lobby, following her to her car.

(Y/N) unlocked the car and hopped in the driver’s seat, Ashley timing opening and closing the door from her the back passenger side on her right. (Y/N) buckled her seatbelt, turning up the radio to a random jazz station this late at night and sitting in her car, thinking in silence.

(Y/N) seemed to be muttering to herself, this combined with the radio on allowed Ashley to situate herself onto the car floor, away from (Y/N)’s vision. Maybe if (Y/N) wasn’t so upset, or maybe if she drove in silence without the auditory distraction, she would’ve noticed Ashley behind her; but she didn’t.

Ashley decided not to kill (Y/N) at the moment. If (Y/N) died, they’d crash and Ashley could potentially die or be hospitalized; which would give her a one-way ticket to jail after they examine (Y/N)’s body and realized she didn’t die from the crash.

(Y/N) kept muttering as she drove, seemingly annoyed. Ashley was a bit curious of what she was so upset about (Penelope’s potential crush for Andrew, she was upset about) but Ashley stayed quiet; it would be pretty stupid to say “hey, what are you muttering about?” when you snuck into your victim’s car to kill them.

The drive wasn’t too long, but to Ashley it felt like an entirety. When the car stopped, (Y/N) turned off the radio and stayed in the car for a few minutes, her hands gripping the steering wheel as she stared into space absentmindedly. She finally let out a sigh, then unlocked her car and hopped out. (Y/N) locked the car and walked to her apartment door on the first floor outside, opening the door and shutting it behind her.

Ashley undid the car door lock on the inside, popping up the lock button and carefully exiting the car (after a small heart attack from the inner lights of the car turning on once she opened the door). She made sure there were no people in the parking lot, then she shut the car door behind her and ran up to (Y/N)’s apartment.

Ashley walked up to the door, carefully trying the door handle to see if it was unlocked. It was.

This is almost pathetic how easy it is…

Either the work day tired her out, or she really has no common sense or street smarts.

Ashley slinked into the apartment, the house pitch black. (Y/N) didn’t even bother trying to light up the house, now this was starting to get almost sad.

Ashley crept carefully through the hallway, using her hands to guide her through the dark. Ashley made it to an opening that led into the living room, the only source of light being the window that showed the sun starting to rise.

(Y/N) was on her back as she laid on her couch, staring up at the ceiling silently, no thoughts seeming to go through her mind.

Okay, now this is depressing. Very depressing. Ashley almost felt a little sorry taking her life; or, what was left of it really, which wasn’t much it seemed.

Ashley carefully walked past the depressed nurse, finding her kitchen. Ashley decided she didn’t want the scalpel anymore and she traded it for a long kitchen knife instead, 8 inches long with a sharp, pointy blade.

She held the knife as she explored more of the house, finding (Y/N)’s room. The room was probably the most decorated of the house, with small plotted pants in the window (surprisingly alive, a comparison to their soon-to-be-dead owner). Her room wasn’t decorated much, having a dresser, a closet, a bookshelf of books, a bed, and a desk. Her walls were pretty plain, and she barely had anything on her dresser to hold other than a multimedia center on it.

Even her bedding was a plain grey, but there were colorful soft plushies that covered the bed to brighten up the room.

Ashley’s unsure if that’s childish or even more pathetic, needing plushies to replace humans? That’s just depressing.

Ashley was starting to doubt if it was even worth killing this woman, her life is already pathetic enough as it is. Ashley even contemplated if someone would even miss her. For now, Ashley hid behind the bedroom door and waited for (Y/N) to walk in… whenever she decides to stop sulking on the couch. . .

(Y/N) laid on her couch, staring at the ceiling pathetically. She couldn’t be bothered to think, or even recall her day. Days and week just all just seemed to blur into one now. If one of her patients told her this is how they felt in life, she’d be considered and talk with Doctor Ryan about scheduling an appointment with a therapist; but (Y/N) had been living like this since she was a child. It doesn’t affect her as much as it did when she was a child.

Being alone doesn’t hurt anymore.

I need to get up and shower… (Y/N) thought.

She turned on her side, staring at her reflection in her TV. She looked pathetic curled up on the couch like that.

She wanted to get up and get ready for deal, get rid of all the germs and hazardous matter that was stuck on her clothes and skin, but walking to the bathroom just seemed like a challenge.

She groaned, pausing a few seconds, before getting up from her couch and sluggishly walking to her room.

I just need to shower, eat a meal, then sleep. I should be feeling better tomorrow. She thought, telling herself the same lie she’s told herself for years.

She walked down her hallway, a plain hallway. It was nothing but bare wall, just about as empty as she felt here alone. She had no paintings to put up (and deciding what she’d hang up would be too much of a struggle). She didn’t want to hang up any of her awards or accomplishments, they held no meaning if her parents couldn’t see the victory or praise her for it. She had no family pictures, and even if she did, she wouldn’t have felt pride about the woman that would stand in the frame—not herself or her mother.

She let out a soft sigh, maybe she should get a pet? Sleeping in a bed covered with stuffed animals doesn't really make loneliness any better, just makes sleep more comfortable. Pets are great for depression too! But it'd be so bothersome trying to choose one, yet alone have time for it... maybe she could just get her a reptile, something that can live inside of a habitat and won't need much care; be independent and uncaring to touch, unlike her own needs.

She opened her bedroom door, flicking on the light switch. She stepped inside, rummaging through her drawers for a comfortable set of pajamas. Ashley stood in the corner, watching (Y/N) from behind the open bedroom door, before she decided to take her chance.

She carefully crept behind (Y/N), a kitchen knife in hand, one she stole from (Y/N)'s kitchen since Andrew wasted all the bullets in her gun when he shot that hitman in the park. She was a little nervous, it’d be her first kill without Andrew or the help of her demon friend.

As much as she’d like to give (Y/N)’s soul to the demon, this felt more like a personal kill. Surely the demon wouldn’t mind too much if Ashley gave them a dead body instead of a living person.

Ashley raised her knife in the air, planning to hit (Y/N)’s neck. She’d rather make this quick, they’re in an apartment complex so there’s neighbors around; she’d rather not have anyone hear what’s going on.

Before Ashley could plunge the knife down, (Y/N) turned around, her clothes in hand as she looked at Ashley. Her eyes widened, surprised, before it trailed to the silver blade in her hands.

“…Hey?” Ashley smiled, feigning an amused smile to hide the nervousness she felt in committing this act alone for the first time.

“Are you… trying to kill me with my own kitchen knife?” (Y/N) questioned, recognizing the blade almost immediately.

She even looked a bit annoyed that Ashley had the audacity to kill her with her own knife, her own money and cooking utensil being used against her. That’s indeed a bit frustrating once you push away that fear, recognizing you’re about to die.

“Uh, yeah?” Ashley confirmed. “Are you gonna fight, or is this gonna be—“

(Y/N) quickly grabbed her bottle of perfume before Ashley could finish her sentence, spraying Ashley in the eyes.

Yeah, not easy, it seemed.

“Fuck!” Ashley hissed, squeezing her eyes shut as she swung her knife rapidly in the air.

(Y/N) was trapped between Ashley and the dresser, trying to avoid the knife before it slashed her forearm. (Y/N) took the chance, using her dresser for leverage as she placed her foot on the dresser for a boost, smashing her shoulder into Ashley’s chest, pushing her away.

Ashley stumbled on the ground, the knife laying next to her as her eyes stung from the potent citrusy perfume. (Y/N) rushed past Ashley, but Ashley heard her steps and reached out. With luck, she successfully grabbed (Y/N)’s leg and tripped her, resorting in her falling right next to Ashley.

“Fucking bitch.” Ashley hissed venomously, feeling for her knife through her blurred vision.

She felt the cold blade, reaching a bit lower and grabbing the handle, keeping a strong hold of it. She kept ahold of (Y/N)’s leg as she stabbed her calf, hitting bone.

A terrible sharp and tingling sensation shot through (Y/N)’s leg, seeing white for a second as the pain caught up. (Y/N) let out a gasp, verging on a scream, before Ashley raised the knife once more, plunging it in a spot near the first wound.

(Y/N) reached back and kicked Ashley in the face a few times, resulting in Ashley letting go of (Y/N)’s foot. Ashley groaned, standing up from the ground as (Y/N) clutched her leg, knowing it wouldn’t be wise to try and stand up in case of any tearing or excessive bleeding. It’s not like she could run far now.

Ashley stood over her, tears in her eyes as she did her best to see through them and fight the stinging. They both glared at each other, needing no words to show their distaste in one another.

“I wouldn’t have to do this if you would’ve just stayed away from Andrew.” Ashley spoke, glaring down at her.

“Not my fault he prefers me. Maybe if you weren’t so obsessive and insecure he could somewhat tolerate your sorry ass.” (Y/N) retorted, a pained smile on her face to piss Ashley off.

“You’re one to talk.” She chuckled. “Must be real nice to come home alone, pathetically lounging around lazily.”

“I’m lazy because of hard work. What do you do for a living other than blowing heads and giving it?” (Y/N) chuckled at her vulgar comment (one with lack of evidence, but it wasn't supposed to be a fact), a smile on her face as she observed Ashley. “Doesn’t take much to use that mouth of yours, considering how big it is from all that big shit you talk.”

If Ashley wasn’t mad now, she was absolutely livid now at (Y/N)’s insult. She bent down and grabbed a fistful of (Y/N)’s hair, grabbing a fistful of it as she dragged (Y/N) up. (Y/N) stood on her one leg, keeping any weight off her injured one as Ashley glared at her.

“I can’t wait to kill you. I’ll even bring your head to Andrew so he could see how pathetic you look with your eyes rolled back and tongue hanging out. Hell, I think I’ll cut that tongue out after I’m done with you, that way you can’t bother the devil with it.” She hissed.

“You gonna eat it after? Have your own tongue-action with me since you’re so jealous?” (Y/N) chuckled. “Or would you rather that with your own brother? That’s pretty disgusting, if you ask me. Mommy and daddy didn’t give you enough attention so you had to resort to your own brother.”

Yes, because (Y/N) definitely had a healthy relationship with her parents to say that...

“I would never eat you. You’re too salty, and that’s not just your attitude too.” Ashley smirked. “After I cut your tongue out and take your head to Andrew, I’ll give your soul to that demon for some vision, then I’ll dump your body in some alley for some homeless man to use.”

“Demon?” (Y/N) questioned. “Of course you’d have connections with demons.”

“What can I say?” Ashley smiled as a stabbing sensation hit (Y/N)’s stomach. “I get around.”

“Yeah…” (Y/N) groaned, a pained chuckle escaping her. “I can tell…”

Ashley took the knife out of (Y/N’s stomach, going to plunging again, but (Y/N) quickly used her nails and smashed them into Ashley’s eyes, kneeing Ashley with her injured leg since she couldn’t use her healthy once because she’d just fall once applying pressure to her injured leg.

Ashley let out a short scream at the feeling. Ashley tumbled backwards as (Y/N) followed, using her weight to hold Ashley down as Ashley thrashed about. Ashley tried to stab (Y/N) again, but (Y/N) grabbed her wrists, the two of them struggling for the knife.

“Let go!” Ashley shouted, one of her eyes covered by (Y/N)’s sharp thumb.

“You first!” (Y/N) retorted, knowing very well the both of them wouldn't give up as she moved her other hand to the knife, now having both of her hands to try and fight for the knife. (Y/N) ignored the stinging in her forearm from earlier’s slashing.

(Y/N) was able to grab the knife from Ashley’s hands after a bit of a struggle and a few small cuts on the finger. She held onto the blade tightly as Ashley tried to keep (Y/N)’s wrist steady. It was proven fruitless as the first stab hit Ashley’s chest, hitting bone. Ashley let out a choked sob, pain pooling out of her mouth and chest.

(Y/N) scoffed, a bit annoyed at Ashley's struggle. If Ashley would just keep still, it wouldn’t hurt as bad. She was willing to make it quick, but Ashley’s squirming and thrashing around was only making her miss.

“Stop moving.” (Y/N) hissed, using her injured hand to hold Ashley still by her neck.

(Y/N) struck the knife down again, stabbing Ashley’s sternum. And again, she stabbed her chest, over and over as Ashley let out pained groans and small whimpers, doing her best to claw (Y/N)’s hands. Her hands weakened, her protests and strangled breaths shortening as her pulse weakened under (Y/N)’s hold while (Y/N)’s pulse and breaths only quickened, as if Ashley was giving her own life to her.

She kept stabbing...

She kept stabbing.

It was like she couldn’t control her hand, like she had no thought other than the echo in her ears.

Stab…

Stab.

She didn’t stop until her hand was soaked, too wet to hold the knife right. She realized she had been stabbing all the way down to the hilt, eight inches that was repeatedly stabbing into Ashley’s chest.

(Y/N) paused, staring down at Ashley’s face, both faces void of emotion and thought.

I did that. She realized.

A sick turning sensation lurked in her stomach, making her realize she was stabbed in an vital point. She dropped her knife, groaning as she hissed. She got up off Ashley’s dead body, crawling her way to her bathroom, making sure not to get any blood on her carpet. It would've been better for her if Ashley just kept the knife in her stomach, keeping the wound plugged in, but unfortunately Lady Luck seems to avoid (Y/N) any chance she can.

She opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a med-kit. Well, that’s one thing useful about being a nurse, you’re always prepared at home.

She opened the kit, but paused. She couldn’t just open up her stomach and stitch up the insides, but if she goes to the hospital like this she’d definitely get questioned. (Y/N) groaned, mulling over what she should do.

She didn’t mean to kill Ashley. Well, she did in self-defense, but she didn’t mean to do it so cruelly. It was almost like second-nature to harm her.

But she deserved it, didn’t she? She hurt Andrew, (Y/N) remembers that. Ashley made him jump, she’s the one that broke his legs and gave him internal bleeding in his head. (Y/N) made not know much about Ashley, but she knows how manipulative she is. She remembered hearing Ashley screaming at Andrew the first day she met Andrew. She remembered Ashley accusing Andrew of all the crimes he did; of course, he committed them, but she helped too, so she was still at fault.

The Graves siblings, even their name is fitting. Two siblings who put others in their graves, and now one is in their own.

(Y/N) couldn’t go to the police, not with this. It was self-defense, maybe with the intent of third-degree murder, a spur of the moment, nevertheless it was to protect herself even if she did get a bit carried away. She surely can’t just blame it all on stress or childhood neglect, she’d be a hypocrite.

She always refused to let her past get in the way of her future. The love she didn’t receive from her parents, she gave to herself. The support she never received from her parents, she gave to herself. She earned all her awards, her scholarships, her jobs, her money all on her own without any support, encouragement, or financial aid from her parents.

Her mother didn’t believe she could be a nurse. Her mother never really had any faith in her, but her mother never did stick around her long enough to bother learning who were daughter was.

“You’re far too apathetic and antisocial for that sort of thing, they'd be scared of you.” Her mother would say. “All you care about is yourself. You’d be fired within the first week for neglecting the kids..”

Ironic coming from her.

Her father didn’t want her to be a nurse either, not for pediatrics or adults.

“It’s just not a good idea. You’re too sensitive for such things. You couldn’t survive watching kids die everyday, that’s such a depressing job.” Her father would say. “You shouldn’t be a nurse in general. Adult men take advantage of caring nurses, it doesn’t help that you’re so... weak? You're just too innocent and pretty for that kind of work! It’s best you find something else. Do something that makes you happy!”

Yeah, she totally refuse to let her past get in her way... Her apartment was as void of color as her. She slept with plushies to cope with her loneliness. On bad days, she has no friends to call or parents who'd listen to her vent, so the stuffed animals listen to her instead. She doesn't ever have energy to eat or shower or clean, the only reason she does all those things is to keep herself somewhat healthy so she wouldn't draw any attention from others. She wouldn't want to be a bother to them over some measly emotions. She's dealt with depression practically her whole life, why suddenly indulge in change if it might worsen her condition.

She doesn't want to be happy, that would involve having to put energy into changing herself and her lifestyle, and all she wants to do is spend her energy hopping into bed and sleeping. She wasn't one to care for herself, she liked making other people happy.

Kids made her happy. Medicine made her happy. She loved working with kids, caring and nurturing for them like they were her own. She liked being the reason a kid could walk again, or talk, or play, or smile. She liked helping children, giving them the help they needed. She liked being able to change their lives, catch those early signs and prevent them from becoming herself; someone absolutely miserable, depressed, and hating herself. Hell, the only reason she hasn't killed herself was because she doesn't want to be a bother to other people.

She liked medicine. She liked studying medical advancements, all the new machines and inventions and vaccines and diseases and all! She liked learning about it all; medical procedures, illnesses and disorders, psychology facts, disorders, injuries, hell sometimes medicine could even dive into philosophy!

Medicine and kids made her happy because it was what she lacked as a child. She liked being a pediatric nurse, she liked giving kids the chance to receive help early on so they could be functional adults in life, so they couldn't end up like (Y/N); a mother who couldn't care about her, a misguided father, money being towards bills and education, no relationships or genuine connections or friendships with people, and no joy in life other than sleeping her days away. As a nurse, she could catch onto early symptoms for kids and be able to address the issues before it worsen; whether it'd be physical or mental health, that's why she's studying to be a pediatrician now.

But she can't be a pediatrician if she goes to jail. This act of self-defense was far too cruel and grotesque, the judges wouldn't believe that it was for self-defense, far too homicidal and beast-like with how she basically just slashed Ashley's ribcage open. No, she wouldn't win that court case at all. She'd lose her job, and she'd probably never be able to work in medical field ever! She needed to do something.

She put the med-kit back into her cabinet, instead she took off her shoe and grabbed her sock, plugging up her wound with it. Yes, it was very gross and she felt like gagging at this, but it was to insure she wouldn't bleed out. She had been stabbed in her stomach with an 8-inch knife, so no doubt there would be internal damage she couldn't patch up on her own. She used her other sock to plug in the hole on her right calf, plugging the wound up until it was stuffed despite the pain she felt digging her fingers into the wound. She put back on her shoes without her socks and stood up from the ground

She quickly got to work, grabbing two large black blankets. She wrapped up Ashley's body in both blankets, ensuring the blood wouldn't drip everywhere, and she dragged the body to her car. She put the body and knife in her trunk and limped back into her house, quickly mopping up the mess using hydrogen peroxide on her floors to completely get rid of all the blood. She put her phone on her charger at home, leaving it so the police couldn't track her location on her phone in case anything happens. She got in her car and drove, going further and further out of the city until a good distance away, going to the woods. She got the dead body and knife out of her car, dragging it a good ways into the dark woods before dropping it.

She couldn't leave the body in her apartment, and she couldn't just drop it off somewhere in the city when her DNA was under Ashley's fingernails when Ashley scratched her. She left the knife here too, she didn't want to keep a knife she almost got murdered with, and she didn't want to keep it as a trophy for her crimes either. Here in these woods, this is where the police will least likely find her and the murder weapon, at least for tonight. Tomorrow, (Y/N) will return and dig a grave for her, or maybe she'll luck out a wild animal will feast on her. Even then, nobody will probably miss her other than Andrew.

Jesus, what is she gonna tell Andrew? She can't just say she killed his sister! Even if he's a runaway criminal, she's one too now! He's probably not against murdering her, even if he doesn't like her better than the other nurses. I mean, she killed his sister, so it's only natural for him to kill her?

But, his sister was just a runaway, she was a criminal! Maybe there's no police looking for them, but still! (Y/N) was a nurse, she's saved plenty of lives, surely taking one can't be that bad? Especially if she took a wrongdoer's life?

Before she could turn around and walk out of the woods, she stopped, pausing. She had this nagging feeling to check Ashley’s pockets. It was like a gut instinct (or perhaps literally being gutted earlier) that told her to check. She got on the ground, undoing the blankets and checking Ashley’s pockets to sate this desire. She first found a gun in her waistband. (Y/N) took the gun, popping out the magazine to check how many rounds there were.

None, empty. Either Ashley found this gun with no bullets, or she already used them.

(Y/N) did some more digging and found a scalpel, a hospital scalpel from her work she could only assume. Perhaps Ashley was planning to kill (Y/N) with the small blade, before deciding to steal her kitchen knife instead. The bigger the better, right?

Finally, she looked in Ashley's pockets once more and found something in one of her pockets. Some black and red occult looking charm.

She remembered Ashley mentioning how she’d give a demon (Y/N)’s soul in exchange for a vision. Is this their charm that keeps them in contact, or in a contract together? Whatever it was, (Y/N) felt like she should keep it in case it was indeed something to a demon; she didn’t want it going into the wrong hands (as if she could talk). (Y/N) shoved the charm into her pocket, keeping the gun and scalpel now that it had her fingerprints, before turning around.

Did you see this coming, Ashley? (Y/N) thought, resisting the urge to let a smug smirk form on her face.

She limped back out of the woods, hopping into her car and hiding the two weapons under her car seat away from view. She turned the engine on, speeding to the hospital and going ten above the speed limit. It wasn't good for her to be out for so long. She could live with her leg being injured so long as she didn't bleed out, but her stomach could definitely develop to internal bleeding, if not already due to how big that knife was. On her way there, she tried thinking of an alibi. This is a knife wound, so it's mandatory for the hospital staff to report this incident to the police. The police are going to ask her questions about what happened and such. (Y/N) doesn't want to come clean, if she does, her whole life would be ruined! She'd lose the only thing she has in her life that she genuinely cares about; her job. If she loses her job and education, she'd be completely lost in this world with absolutely no passions or interests, she might just develop an interest for putting herself in a grave instead and take her life.

She thought about her alibi, before cooking up a shitty one. It's the only one she has for a time like this. She can just say that she was driving to the small local store near her apartment complex after work (thus explaining her hospital scrubs), and when she walked out, she was harassed by a man so she fought him and escaped, then drove to the hospital to get medical assistance. She could say she didn't recognize the man, and that he wore a mask so she couldn't see what he looked like. The store she was thinking about just had their cameras stolen a week ago and they have't bother replacing them yet, so there would be no camera footage to confirm or deny this accusation. Her apartment complex is on a bad side of town too (the rent was cheap there), and their camera footage must not be any higher than a quality of a Nokia, so it most likely didn't catch Ashley sneaking into her apartment, or (Y/N) dragging something out out her apartment. Maybe she can pull this off!

Sure, it's a bad excuse, but what else does she have? This is the best she can come up with on short notice, especially with no witnesses (which is good), along with no camera footage to protect or challenge her word. They'd just have to believe her because what else can they do? She's obviously injured! People in big cities get stabbed all the time and sometimes the assaulters get away with it, maybe she can do this too!

(Y/N) got to the hospital entrance and quickly made sure to do a check in her car to make sure there was no DNA of Ashley's. She hopped out of the car and brushed off any dirt or hair or such on her, making sure her gun and scalpel were hidden under her car seat, before limping into the hospital lobby and getting inside of the ER waiting room.

The receptionist sat doing work on her computer before her eyes trailed to (Y/N).

“Are you okay?” they questioned as (Y/N) held onto her stomach, applying pressure to the sock.

“I got stabbed in the stomach and my calf. I’ve been bleeding for quite a while, I reckon I’ll pass out soon.” She explained.

The nurse nodded and handed her the paperwork to complete. (Y/N) always thought paperwork in the ER was stupid, but it was to help identify the patient and their insurance and all that important information; even in the brink of death, you need to do work. Pathetic, really. It truly does show something about society, whether it's for your own good or not, even if your writing is alienated due to all of your blood on the paper or your blurred vision making it hard to concentrate.

(Y/N) sped through the packets of papers and agreements, doing her best to not bleed onto the paper or the hospital chairs (why are the chairs made of cloth instead of leather anyways? At least leather can be washed easier).

(Y/N) gave the papers to the receptionist, who accepted it and gave it to one of the doctors at the back room. (Y/N) sat down and waited for a doctor to call her name. Her stomach and leg hurt badly, it hurt to breathe and to walk, and her wounds just kept throbbing, spilling more blood and soaking up her temporary sock-bandages. She’s definitely going to throw away these socks…

The hospital’s bright LED lights hurt her eyes, giving her a headache. Or maybe the headache was from blood loss? Who knows really, it just hurt to sit here and wait.

Luckily, she didn’t have to wait too long before a nurse called her name. They helped her stand up from the chair, leading her to their office in quick fashion. They placed her down on the operating table, asking if she could remember her name, age, where she was, who the president was, etc.

“I’m (Y/N) (L/N), 22 years old. I got stabbed in my stomach by a knife, along with my right calf and a laceration on my right arm.” She informed the nurse as they put on medical gloves.

A trauma surgeon came in with a tray of alcohol wipes, a medical needle and thread, a medical stapler, and syringe of anesthesia. (Y/N) resisted the urge to groan, she didn’t like needles, but she understood it would make the surgery much easier for her and them.

(Y/N) rolled up her sleeves hesitantly, feeling self-conscious about the old scars on her wrists despite the more important matters at hand. The surgeon ignored her scars as he gave her the shot.

The surgeon pulled up her shirt to show her stomach as the nurse cut a hole on (Y/N)’s pants for her leg, making her remember the make-shift bandages she had.

“I had to use what I had to stop the bleeding, so I used my socks.” She spoke for her lie.

She would’ve said more, but she decided it was best not to in case she accidentally messed up her alibi. She opted to stay quiet, waiting for the anesthesia to take effect so the doctor could begin the quick surgery.

When you wake up from surgery or an accident, you’d expect to see bright light, instead she only saw a dim light peeking through. She opened her eyes, waking up and looking around her.

There was a curtain next to her, the white curtain had a slit and moonlight poured out, barely lighting the room. Her left arm was hooked to a IV, the needle sticking into the crevice of her elbow. The needle was slowing flowing blood into her, causing her to shudder at the thought of a needle stuck inside her.

Her eyes trailed down to her right arm, seeing her arm covered in bandages. She picked up her sheets, seeing her leg was covered in bandages too. She moved her hospital gown up, seeing her stomach was covered with a medical patch and medical tape to hold it in place.

This is probably going to take some time to heal. (Y/N) thought, resisting the urge to groan.

How fun, she’s going to spend weekend off here in the hospital. Either that, or she’ll stay home bedridden.

There was a soft knock on her door, before it opened, showing one of the doctors from the emergency department of the hospital. She had never met any of the doctors or nurses here, they’re always busy and on their feet running around.

“Ms. (L/N)?” he questioned, smiling.

“That’s me.” She nodded. “Hello, sir.”

“Hey! Have you just woken up?” he questioned, a clipboard and pen in his hand as he walked over to her bedside, standing over her.

“Yes.” She confirmed.

“Okay.” He commented, then cleared his throat. “So, you’ve been asleep for 18 hours. Usually anesthesia wears off in a few hours and you would wake up from some pain, but you stayed asleep for quite some time.” He spoke, flipping a page threw his papers clamped on his clipboard. “However, you could’ve been exhausted given you hadn’t slept because you were working earlier. Your medical history could’ve also helped contribute to that—hypersomnia and all.”

Yes, the condition she’s almost positive her mother gave her. Being locked in that small room as a toddler really did affect her sleep patterns and routine. There wasn’t much to do in that dark room other than cry, watch old cartoon re-runs a thousand times, and sleep—she chose the latter.

“Yeah, sorry.” She muttered, not sorry at all but still feeling the need to apologize.

“No worries. So, we did report your case to local authorities since it was a stabbing; you should know, hospital procedure and all.” The doctor spoke as (Y/N) nodding, knowing very well the protocol. “Great. So, there’s actually some officers here to question you about the incident. Are you fine with that?”

She nodded, ignoring her nerves that went haywire at the thought of talking to the police. So soon after her crime too!

“Okay, so before they come in. Let me explain to you really quick what’s going on.” He spoke, clearing his throat. “So you’re going to stay overnight, well more so over day since it’s 3 A.M. but we’ll look after you. So we stapled up your small intestine, and we stapled the skin of your stomach so that it wouldn’t rip or come undone in a large area like stitches would, along with your right calf. Your right arm has stitches due to how tight the skin is along with how deep the wound was. After two week, you can come back and we’ll remove the staples off your stomach and the sutures. For the next two weeks, you need to eat soft foods and liquids such as soups, breads, puddings, all that."

“That sounds fine.” She nodded.

“Sweet. So, before they come in, is there anything you want or need? Like, do you need to use the bathroom? Or are you hungry or thirsty?” he questioned.

“No, I’m fine.” she politely denied.

She’d rather not drink or eat anything, she felt like throwing up at the moment. She really didn’t feel like getting up and walking to the bathroom with an injured foot at the moment.

“Okay. I’ll let the officers in.” The doctor nodded, writing a few notes on his clipboard before heading towards the door.

He opened the door and used his hand to call the officers over. He left the door open as the officer walked in, a female and a male, who walked to (Y/N)’s bedside holding a notepad.

“Hello, Ms. (L/N), right?” the female smiled. “I’m Officer Jenny and this is my partner, Officer Dixon. We have a few questions for you.”

“Nice to meet you.” (Y/N) spoke, flashing the officers a polite smile.

“So, you’ve been admitted into the hospital for a stabbing, correct?” Officer Jenny questioned.

“That’s correct, ma’am.” (Y/N) nodded.

“When and where did you get stabbed?” Officer Jenny questioned.

“Well, I got stabbed in my stomach by a knife. When I fought them off, they slashed my right arm and they stabbed my right calf.” (Y/N) explained, mentally going over her words carefully as Officer Dixon wrote the information in his notepad.

“And when did this take place?” Officer Jenny questioned.

“Well, it was last night when I got off my shift. I work here at this hospital actually in the pediatric branch.” She added.

She was about to go on about her grocery store alibi, but paused. The timeframe won’t match. She took forever to get to the hospital after the stabbing so that she could clean her apartment, dispose of Ashley’s body, and finally get to the hospital. She can’t use the grocery store alibi since not only would be make no sense for her to get stabbed someplace where the cameras are coincidentally shut down, but none of the store employees would mention seeing her when they get questioned by the police, and it wouldn’t help that she decided to drive to the hospital bleeding instead of telling the store to call 911 or herself calling 911.

Her alibi is unreliable now, so she needs to quickly act now and change it while acting normal and resist hesitating. The officers’ body-cams would catch their interaction and it would be evaluated by licensed psychiatrists, looking out for any holes in the story, for how her words flow, her vocal patterns, her body language. The alibi is now a death trap.

“After my shift, I drove back to my apartment and went on a walk in a park. Perhaps 7 P.M, so it was dark because of it being November and all.” She explained. “The park was Pacific North Satellite park.” She added, a park not too far from her apartment complex.

“I didn’t bother changing out of my work scrubs because I was just going to shower when I got back to my apartment, and I had left my phone on the charger at home. I was walking down the path listening to nature when I heard footsteps in front of me. Someone came up to me with their hands in their hoodie pocket, a black hoodie.” She explained, lying her way through the story. “They walked past me and quickly slashed my right arm… and… they grabbed my arm and stabbed me in the stomach with their knife… and then when I tried to get away… they knocked me down and stabbed my right calf.” She spoke, pausing her words every now and then to appear distressed as she faked reliving the moment. "I ran back to my apartment, plugged up the most severe wounds with my socks, and drove to the hospital since it wasn't too far and I didn't have my phone to call the police or ambulance. It was late at night, so there wasn't anyone around to ask for help, and I didn't want to be trapped in my apartment in case they decided to follow me...

“Do you know who they were? Or did you catch what their face looked like?” Officer Jenny questioned as Office Dixon’s blurred, hastily writing down everything he heard.

“No.” (Y/N) shook her head. “They had a black hoodie with their hood up. They had grey jeans too. They were perhaps around 5’6 tall…” she lied. “I’m unsure of their gender, but I think they were male.”

The most common description of a killer, or stereotypical when comparing to Ted Bundy or Jeffery Dahmer. With so little information, it’d be pretty hard to try and identify someone, especially someone who doesn’t exist (but of course, only [Y/N] knows that).

“Do you think there could’ve been a specific motive or something you provoked?” Officer Jenny questioned, her question almost making (Y/N) scoff.

Provoke? Provoke? How the hell could I have provoke them? (Y/N) thought, almost forgetting her alibi was still a lie.

Sometimes she can even lie to herself with how scarily believable her lies are.

But even if this mysterious murderer she made up didn't have a motive, did Ashley have one? It made her wonder, did Ashley really kill her because she was hated her being Andrew’s nurse? Even then, how the hell did she find out who she was, or even why? Ashley had never seen (Y/N) and Andrew together, at least not without her knowledge.

“No, ma’am. I’m unsure why, and I don’t believe I provoked them.” (Y/N) answered.

“Is there any other information you’d like to tell us?” Officer Jenny questioned.

“No.” (Y/N) answered.

Short and sweet, it’s best to leave it all like this.

“Well, if you ever remember anything or have any questions, make sure to call the department.” Officer Jenny spoke. “If we find any information or such, we’ll give you a call.”

“If we find who done it, do you want to press charges?” Officer Dixon questioned, causing (Y/N) to pause and think.

“No. The process is too time-consuming, besides, I doubt they tried to kill me without a reason.” (Y/N) spoke.

Everything happens for a reason, after all. It’s logical to believe so.

(Y/N) had never believed in fate or destiny, she had always believed everything happens for a reason. She hated the belief of something out of her reach trying to control her or her life. She’d rather choose what she wants to do, not something like fate. (Y/N) believes what she sees, so she doesn’t believe anything that isn’t backed up with facts or evidence.

Ashley tried killing (Y/N) for a reason, she said it herself. She'll take the dead woman's word on it since it came from her mouth.

“I wouldn’t have to do this if you would’ve just stayed away from Andrew.” Her words rang in (Y/N)'s head.

The audacity of some people, does Ashley truly believe she can control who Andrew sees? It’s not like there was anything wrong with Andrew and (Y/N)’s relationship, they were simply nurse and patient, nothing more and nothing less. Who does Ashley believe she is trying to control Andrew? She doesn’t have his heart, his brain, his body, his thoughts, his mouth, his eyes. He could do whatever he pleases and Ashley shouldn’t be able to do anything about it.

Well, she can’t now. (Y/N) thought, holding back a chuckle.

"Are you sure, miss?” Officer Dixon questioned, surprised.

“I’m sure. Maybe they had a bad day or something.” (Y/N) shrugged.

“But you don’t just stab anyone on a bad day, this could be serious.” Officer Jenny spoke, her voice a little harsh compared to her gentle treatment earlier.

Officer Jenny seems to not like having a killer run around, or have about zero clues.

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” (Y/N) sighed. "I'm very tired and I wish to rest.

“The town next to us, they had a killing in a park too. The victim was a man, he was shot, multiple bullets in his chest.” Officer Jenny spoke quickly, hoping the information could bring some details out of the injured woman. “You happened to be a park too, perhaps this was the same guy! We need as much information as we can. Please miss (L/N), we’re relying on you.”

“I’m sorry, but I truly don’t know. I don’t have anymore information to give to you.” (Y/N) sighed.

Officer Jenny’s face hardened as Officer Dixon closed his notepad.

“Very well. We’ll contact you in case we find any details.” Officer Dixon spoke, nodding his head down in respect and farewell, before telling Officer Jenny with his eyes that it was time to go.

“Get well soon, miss…” Officer Jenny sighed, walking out of the room with her partner.

Well, I forgot that part… (Y/N) thought, letting out a breath of relief.

The park killer from the next door town, right, how could she forget? The victim was a man was found dead on the sidewalk, a clean knife nearby him, no fingerprints. The man had a hood, sunglasses, and gloves; a strange attire to walk around in at night, especially the sunglasses part. He died with six bullet wounds in his chest, the news said. The murder was actually a few days ago, maybe even a week ago. Nevertheless, (Y/N) could bet it was Ashley and Andrew. Ashley had that empty gun on her, which was now under (Y/N)’s car seat.

(Y/N) turned her head to the window once the police left. She reached over and opened up the curtains, looking up at the stars, or what she could see. Light pollution in the city is a major pain, you can’t even enjoy nature now thanks to humans.

(Y/N) looked at the lights outside of the window, it’s the only thing semi-interesting to look at in a hospital bed. She didn’t want to turn on the TV, she knew it was all just re-runs of family-friendly movies like High School Musical or the local news. Unfortunately, hospitals don’t really have any good channels to watch.

It’s only for one day. (Y/N) thought.

She just had to deal with this for one day, then she could get back home and sleep. Despite always being so tired, she liked to work. The time she’d take to heal would feel like torture to her. Her depression made her feel a sense of worthlessness doing nothing, so being bedridden is just going to throw her in a depressive state. Usually she’d just get up and work overtime when she feels like this, but she really can’t if she’s injured.

Even though she has a reason to be lazing around in bed all day, she's not very happy about it. It's at times like these she wished she had some sort of entertainment in life, or at least friends, people she considered real friends. She had acquaintances growing up, but they just never really did it for her.

The people she hung around with was only for school, she never bothered hanging out with them outside of school that way she could focus on her studies. Besides, they weren't important people to her, she only talked with them because they had conversed with her first, and it gave her something to pass time with at school. She always did have that closed-off demeanor, it surprised her whole family when she decided she wanted to be a pediatric nurse, and later a pediatrician.

(Y/N) stared at the window in deep thought, thinking.

Maybe she could call her dad. The last time she called him was a month ago, to which she had to leave a voicemail... she never did receive a call back. And after that, she called on her birthday four months... to which she's still waiting for a call back.

Well, maybe he's just busy. He has a job and a life outside of his daughter, surely he'll call back eventually. She figured.

If she had her phone on her, she'd call and leave another voicemail for him to let him know he's okay.

Wait, what's the point in calling? She's fine, and she hadn't called him of her condition, so what's the point in calling and telling him that she's still alive? Even if he did answer, what will he say other than a "that's good. I'm glad you're okay. I have to get back to work now."

If there's no point calling her dad, then there's certainly no point in calling her mom, for obvious reasons.

(Y/N) groaned, hitting her head back against the pillow, before letting out a pained whine. Her head pounded terribly, followed by a slight ringing in her ears and a second of her vision blurring. Her right arm shot up to help soothe her head, before she let out a hiss, the movement of her arm causing a sharp pain to shoot up it.

"This sucks..." she complained, a pout making way onto her lips.

Before she could wallow in her sorrows any further, the door opened, gaining her attention. She turned her head, seeing a familiar man in a wheelchair.

"Andrew?" she questioned, surprised.

"Hey." He greeted, flashing a smile at her.

(Y/N) internally cringed at the sight of him, not that he was bad-looking or anything, but she wasn't expecting to see him so soon after what she's done.

"What are you doing here in the emergency department?" (Y/N) questioned, not bothering if the question sound a bit rude or not; she'll just blame it on the headache if he asks.

"I heard from the nurses that you got injured." Andrew explained, rolling his wheelchair up to her bedside.

"A nurse told you I was here?" (Y/N) questioned, confused.

Well, that's against hospital policy, giving away patient information like that to just anyone. It made her curious who from the nightshift had the audacity to tell him.

"Who told you?" (Y/N) questioned.

"Eh, I don't know. That nurse I had before you." He shrugged his shoulders carelessly, not bothering to remember the name. "It was something something. Started with a P. Maybe it was Pen, or Penny? Or was it Nancy? It doesn't really matter."

"Penelope?" (Y/N) smiled, almost giggling at his poor attempt to remember the nurse's name.

Right, makes sense. Penelope was Andrew's nurse before (Y/N), and Penelope seems to see (Y/N) as a friend, so she probably questioned Doctor Ryan where (Y/N) was. Doctor Ryan must've been informed as soon as he entered the office, considering he wasn't going to be able to teach (Y/N) for a few nights until she got better.

However, she felt a little happy that he couldn't remember Penelope's name (especially after [Y/N]'s little jealous episode from earlier at the thought of Penelope and Andrew being together. Obviously because she just enjoyed having Andrew as a patient, nothing more).

"Yeah, maybe that was her name?" he hummed, not bothering to think back if it was actually that nurse or not.

Yes, it was Penelope, he might not bother to remember her name, but he remembers her face from earlier when he and (Y/N) had gone to the staff room and Penelope was acting strange. He also remembered how tight and uncomfortable she had done his bandages on his broken ankles, much different compared to (Y/N)'s soft hands and nurturing personality.

"She shouldn't be giving away information like that." (Y/N) sighed, chuckling softly. "But thank you for coming."

It was a little heartwarming to know at least someone cared about her. Even if her parents did, at least her co-worker and close acquaintances did, even reserved patients such as Andrew were worried about her!

"So, what brought you over here? Did you have a question, or perhaps you need your bandages changed?" (Y/N) questioned, observing his body up and down to see if there was anything out of the ordinary or if he needed any assistance.

"No... I just... wanted to see for myself, I guess..." he muttered, looking away from her eyes as he resisted the urge to squirm under her gaze. "I heard you got hurt pretty bad, so I got curious..."

"You sure you didn't just miss me?" she teased, trying to brightened up or at least lightened the mood into a more comfortable atmosphere.

"Don't get ahead of yourself." He chuckled, her words succeeding in her goal as they both smiled at each other.

His smile softened, his eyes glazing over, seeming to be lost in thought. He seemed unsure of himself, before he just sighed.

"So... what happened?" he questioned. "If you don't mind me asking."

Her own smile faltered, doing her best to remain neutral and not puke her guts out as visions of stabbing Ashley's lifeless body took over her mind, hearing each explicit and disturbing wet splash as her hands slowly started to coat with blood from how violently she was pushing her knife into Ashley's chest, down to the hilt.

"I got attacked..." she spoke vaguely, clearing her throat awkwardly as she kept her eyes on him to see if he would believe her.

"Do you know by who?" Andrew questioned.

"No." She spoke quickly, internally cringing at how defensive her tone sounded.

Andrew's gaze hardened, his intuition not believing her. Of course he wouldn't believe her, living with Ashley basically his whole life had practically made him become a human lie detector. Before he could speak about the matter, she spoke up.

"Can you check on Hailey for me please? She was a bit down earlier today, surely you can cheer her up for me? Just don't mention my current condition to her, please." (Y/N) requested, sounding more of a pathetic demand and excuse to get him to leave her alone.

Andrew looked hesitant to leave her, before he sighed, nodding his head. "Yeah, sure..." he grumbled.

"Thank you." She hummed, giving him a false smile.

They had a moment to themselves, silently staring at each other, before Andrew turned his wheelchair around and rolled out of the room, closing the door behind him. (Y/N) let out a sigh of relief once she was alone, glad to have avoided the tough subject.

Maybe she'll tell him one day, once she gets to know him better and can be certain he wouldn't kill her for it.

She ignored the pain as she squirmed into a comfortable position to sleep in. She needed the rest, and sleep is the body's natural way of healing after her. Her eyes trailed to the curtains, watching the cars on the road zoom past the hospitals and watching as some lights started to shut off, night owls getting ready for bed too just like her.

She'll call her parents as soon as she gets out of the hospital, even if they've probably not heard the news or care about it, she still wants some sort of closure from her parents. Maybe they'll even take pity on her and stay on the phone for a bit, ask how she's doing, or what she's doing now.

Sounds like a plan. (Y/N) thought, closing her eyes as she ignored her body's pain, waiting for sleep to overtake her.

I know there hasn't been much of any Andrew and reader moments, but chapter 5 will have plenty, these past chapters have just been plot and character-development and such!

My next series will be a Yandere! Hitoshi Shinso x Yandere! Fem! Reader, so keep watch for that!

To the Ashley fans, I'm sorry for what I've done.

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Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, current chapter, Chapter 5, Chapter 6 (in the works)

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Pairing: ProHero!DynaMight | Katsuki Bakugo x Puppygirl!Reader

Word count: 4,749

Series Content Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Past Abuse & Trauma Response | Profuse Usage of Pet Names / All-around Softness | Bakugo Experienced Work-Related Trauma (causing near deafness, being put on leave from the agency, PTSD) | Eventual smut™ (will be tagged in individual chapters - to include but not limited to KiriBaku, HybridxHybrid, Hybrid heat trope, sex toy usage).

Chapter Content Warnings: depictions of hybrid fights / reader being used as a bait hybrid in a fight | Noncon (brief detail, mention of knotting - hybridxhybrid) | mentions of spit, blood.

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You had finally calmed down from your anxiety attack, the tears long gone but the gentle hiccups that resulted from a hard cry were still jolting your body as you tried to take in steadier breaths. Bakugo was sitting with his eyes closed, breaths coming in a steady rhythm but his hand against your back, fingers rubbing small, gentle circles let you know he was still awake. You couldn’t quantify how much time had passed since the whole incident started, the ache from the release of the rubber bands where burning rings of skin was left told you it’d been long enough for your body to catch up with itself.

You were exhausted.

You huffed out a quick breath of air, and fell forward on Bakugo’s chest, resting on your chin to look up at him and nose at his throat again. Bakugo cracked one eye open with a quirk of his brow and looked down at you.

“What’cha think you’re snoofin’ at, Pup?” Bakugo grumbled with no malice in his tone.

“Ah-!” His sudden awareness of you startled you, a sheepish smile appearing on your face. “Y-you smell good, wanted to smell it again.”

“Mm, still smell Red and TetsuTetsu on me, hm?” Bakugo mused.

“No,” when you shook your head, still resting against him, your cold nose dragged against his skin, and it sent a shudder through his body. “S’different than them, something better.”

Unnoticed by everyone else, but Bakugo could feel the tips of his ears and the back of his neck heat up at your revelation that it was purely him that you were finding pleasant. Bakugo shifted in the seat, legs and ass sore from sitting for so long in one position, and you bounced up on him as he did so – a tiny yelp-like giggle escaping you which he broke a crooked, fanged grin at you. Your guys’ time together finally being interrupted by someone behind you clearing their throat. You whipped your head back, nearly upside down which caused your newly-floppy ears to stand up straight due to the backward angle of your head – this caused everyone to smile at the silly display.

“Puppy,” the Director had come forward, just shy of a foot away from the pair as she smiled fondly down at you, letting your head rest in her hands as she raised them to cradle your head, her eyes darting up to meet Bakugo’s quickly as he simply nodded. “I think it's time for us to let Mr. Bakugo go home for today, and we need to get you to the facility Doctor to check on your ears – they have to be hurting you, yes?”

“Mmm... yes, but-” you shifted your eyes, looking back at Bakugo with a conflicted expression. “You don’t want to stay longer?”

“’Course I do, Pup,” Bakugo said, reaching up to gently pat your cheek. “But it’s been a long day for everyone, and I think getting some rest would be good for us, too, don’t you think?” You just nodded with a sigh, and let Bakugo lift you up in his arms, carrying you like a toddler with your arms around his neck as he followed the Director into a different building in the facility where one of the many highly trained hybrid doctors would be able to check you over. Bakugo noted the way your ears seemed to flatten a little further against your head as he said a quick goodbye, telling you he’d see you again soon and left the room. Hana had excused herself to walk Bakugo out, the Director giving her a nod as she followed the blonde Pro. The Director finally turned to you, sitting with legs swinging atop an exam bed awaiting a doctor to come and see you.

“Puppy?” The Director asked, and your response was a small hum as you glanced up at her, shoulders drooped and demeanor a bit more down. “You like Mr. Bakugo, don’t you?” The Director had her answer in the way your cheeks tinged pink and your ears and whole body seemed to perk up at the idea, fluffy tail swishing behind you as it lazily thumped in time with your thoughts.

“I do,” you finally said out loud, not looking up to meet her gaze.

“Would you ever want to be adopted out again?” She pressed further and you drooped again, clearly thinking hard about the implication of what that meant for you. “Would you want Mr. Bakugo to adopt you?” Your eyes widened but you didn’t say anything, didn’t move but you were soon betrayed again by your fluffy cloud of a tail, thumping wildly behind you at the idea.

“H-he wouldn’t want to adopt me,” you finally sighed, tail still technically wagging but clearly dejected. “I caused so much trouble, and I bit him-” you were startled as the Director cut you off.

“Puppy, what if I told you he had already put in an application for you?” You froze.

“For me?” You whispered, more to yourself. “He did?” Your mind began running through so many different scenarios – the most prevalent thought being why Bakugo would ever want a hybrid like you. You didn’t feel like you could offer him anything, felt like trouble only followed you wherever you went, and bringing it to Bakugo’s doorstep wasn’t something you wanted to do.

“What’s holding you back, Puppy?” The Director’s calm voice brought you out of the string of incessant, negative thoughts and you glanced up at her while nibbling down on your bottom lip.

“What if he decides I’m not good enough and sends me back?” Your voice was so tiny it was almost imperceptible.

“Puppy,” the Director had kneeled in front of you, meeting your pouty expression with a kind smile as she took your hands in her own. “Mr. Bakugo has been taking all the classes, and learning about you, and has come to the same decision over and over again – that he still wants to adopt you. I think he’s really hoping you’d consider it, too... there’s also a good support system in place with him, too, since you’d be able to see Mr. Kirishima and TetsuTetsu as well,” she finished, watching as your tail picked up at the mention of your silver-haired friend.

“Who’s Mr. Kirishima?” You finally asked, and the Director simply chuckled.

“Tall, red hair, he brought TetsuTetsu to visit a while back – do you remember?” Your eyes lit up as you nodded vigorously.

“Red! M’sorry I didn’t know the other name,” your sheepish grin was a welcome sight as the Director patted your shoulder. It wasn’t much of a wait after you finished speaking with the Director that one of the hybrid doctors – Dr. Sato – entered the room and began to examine your ears. He was careful with his handling of the newly exposed areas, dictating his findings to the Director as she sat in the far corner of the exam room. Dr. Sato took his time cleaning the area, stating that he wasn’t certain your fur would grow back, but the area that was nearly necrotic, and was caught just in time to be treated and you wouldn’t have to have any surgery to your ears which you were grateful for – slumping a little at the realization of what could’ve happened in you continuing to avoid your real ears. Dr. Sato prescribed some antibiotics to help with the minimal infection around the area and gave you a cream to spread on the hairless ring at the base of your ears to help with accelerating the healing of the area. You nodded along, promising to follow the treatment plan, and the Director chimed in that she would help in reminding you about taking the medication and doing your daily cleanings.

Dr. Sato and the Director both had continued having a conversation, while you were waiting to be released, your mind swimming with the fantasy of being adopted again.

Being adopted by Him.

Something about Bakugo drew you in, even with his terrifying stature and harsh demeanor; something about the blonde man simply made you feel the safest you had ever felt in your life that you could remember. He was friends with your friend, and his owner. He didn’t hurt you when you bit him, didn’t get angry or yell or throw you off. You caught the tail-end of the conversation between Dr. Sato and the Director, and as she was leaving the room to follow the Doctor with the expectation you would follow as well, you spoke up.

“I do,” the Director stopped at your sudden words. “I want to be adopted,” your body felt electrified with the uncertain future, but you knew at the very least you’d be around people you felt the safest with. “By him,” you clarified, “I’d like to accept his application.”

The Director took in your apprehensive demeanor, noting that it didn’t seem you were truly afraid of being adopted by Bakugo, just appeared to be nervous in general which she didn’t blame you for given your history. The smile spread across her face as she held out a hand for you to take, and you did as you jumped down from the exam table.

She was excited to make the call – her only dilemma was wondering if she should wait for morning to give the explosive hero the good news.

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Bakugo had finally arrived home, the events of the day and the high emotions left a heavy weight tied to his ankles, dragging him, and to his heart; his body on autopilot as he took off his gear from the day, leaving them scattered across the table and floor of his genkan – he stripped down to his pants and the black tank worn underneath his hero costume as he slipped into his slippers and shuffled to his bathroom. His mind was running a mile a minute, going over the day's events as he tried hard to fight off the exhaustion he was suddenly hit with. While Bakugo was always vigilant and expecting something to happen given his understanding of the world, he truly didn’t anticipate encountering a scumbag extra like the piece of trash who thought he could even come close to touching you today. Bakugo wanted to blast that son of a bitch sky high and then some, but when the officers had come for the man, and he noticed you, he simply couldn’t bring himself to fight when it looked like you needed him more.

Bakugo swallowed hard. His heart thumping wildly in his chest as he remembered how light you felt in his arms, how soft and warm you were against him – how easy it felt holding you and toting you around. His mind then switched to how terrified you looked when that rubber band snapped, how your instincts overrode everything else when you bit down to get out of his arms. Bakugo couldn’t help but wonder just what memory was triggered when that rubber band broke, when he held you tighter and you fought with an admirable strength to escape – wondering what you had to fight to escape in the past. He swallowed the hard lump that formed in his throat and just shook off the heavy feelings. He showered, he drank nighttime tea and quickly downed a spicy instant noodle just to have something in him before he dropped down into bed and closed his eyes. It wasn’t long before Bakugo’s thoughts stilled, and he finally fell asleep.

Bakugo awoke in a place he had never been before, or rather, it felt vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t place his finger on it. He sat up, propping himself up on his elbows on an uncovered mattress, filthy and creaky, with a spring jutting out into his forearm as he put pressure there. His face contorted in a disgusting scowl as he looked around the vaguely familiar room, the piles of trash and various half-broken boxes revealing equally trashy contents. Bakugo stood up, kicking around the room before settling himself by a dresser near the door, thumbing through the scattered papers with half-written nonsensical sentences in chicken scratch handwriting.

He couldn’t explain how, or why, but he knew he had to be somewhere important. Someone was waiting for him, and his feet took him down a dingy hallway, and out into the dusty expanse of a rundown warehouse yard. He could hear a hushed road of shouting, cheering and curses in the adjacent building and he walked over, treading carefully, not knowing who he would encounter there. When he pushed open the heavy metal door where the sound was coming from he was met with cheers and wide, yellow-toothed smiles and some missing more than half of their teeth before he was patted on the shoulder and led closer to the center of the warehouse where men and women of various scummy degrees were shouting and waving tickets, cursing at each other and drinking as their eyes all stayed toward the center.

“Thought you wouldn’t make it, man!” The man leading Bakugo shouted over the rest of the noise around them. “Fight’s already been set up, but you haven’t missed much, just the intros, bro, time to take your seat center stage man!” Bakugo just followed along as the grimy extra kept a grip on his bicep, leading him toward the center of the large room. Between the smell of smoke and liquor, body odor and dust Bakugo wanted to puke but he let himself get absorbed into the atmosphere, waiting to see what waited for him as he was led to a bench at the top center above an in-ground pit where Bakugo could see two incredibly large wolf hybrids chained up, just enough slack in the metal to allow the brutes to get attacks in on each other. What froze Bakugo’s blood the second he heard it, and then saw it, was the scared yip! As one of the hybrids decided to take his attention away from the hybrid opposite him and snap hungrily at a tiny hybrid chained to the wall.

It was you – his little Puppy.

Bakugo watched in rapt horror as the wolf hybrid caught your tail and bit down, a fresh, wet matting of blood ruining the soft look of your fur. Floppy little ears were pressed back against your head, nearly flat, as Bakugo took notice of the flood of tears welling up in your eyes and spilling over your cheeks. Bakugo wanted to shoot up, to jump down into the pit and knock out the two hybrids just to get to you – to tell you everything would be okay, that you’re safe with him. Bakugo soon learned, however, that his part in this play was one of control – being in control of this whole situation, being the one who put you in the pit.

The people around him cheered on as the wolf hybrids took turns attacking each other to near-death before turning their aggression on you, only barely being able to reach you just enough to mark you and get a taste of blood.

The fight was called not long after, Bakugo watching at a limp wolf hybrid was pulled away by a downcast man, apparently having lost the fight. The winning hybrid was in no better shape but could be led away by his chain with no additional support. You were shaking on the ground as the man who led Bakugo into this horror show earlier picked you up and threw you out of the pit, walking over to your collapsed form to grab the chain around your neck and drag you behind him with no care if you could keep up or were even capable of walking. Bakugo shot up after him, trying to get him to let you go but he just gave a dry laugh, saying you had to go be seen by the Boss.

The Boss – the mention of the name caused you to shrink further in on yourself, and Bakugo wasn’t sure how that was even possible with how small you already were making yourself. You were led back into the house where Bakugo had come from, being pulled toward a room he didn’t see earlier until you were thrown to the ground in front of a man dressed in all black. Slick black hair and even colder, lifeless black eyes regarded you and tsk’d as he lent down and tugged on one of your floppy little ears until you screamed.

“Didn’t I tell you to get this shit taken care of?” The man scowled, spitting in your face as you flinched away from him. “Floppy fuckin’ mutt ears, what kind of prize are you to offer up if you look like a piece of mixed breed trash, hah?” The man kicked forward, knocking you down onto your face where you stayed, too afraid to get up. Bakugo had been led to a couch just two feet away from this scene, where he watched the man from earlier strip you of the worn little dress you were covered by, hands immediately fighting for the fabric as you clawed at the man trying to take your cover away. You received a swift boot to the back of the head by the man who Bakugo recognized from earlier: the owner of the winning hybrid. Wondering what was going on for only a second longer before it all clicked – what the Boss had said, how he said it, why you were being stripped... Bakugo’s stomach turned as he watched the victor lead his wolf hybrid forward, the large brute leaning forward to sniff and lap at your exposed body before you were mounted. Bakugo found that the only movement he was capable of (that was his own in this dream body) was a tight grip of his hands. He could almost feel his palms heating up to explode as the grotesque scene in front of him unfolded, sparks burning into his fingers as they curled into his palms. Bakugo could nearly force the explosion he so desperately wanted to set off as he heard your crying turn to screams, his eyes deadly at the sight of the knot bullying its way into your body.

Bakugo awoke in a cold sweat to the sound of his phone vibrating on his bedside table. Sitting up as he coughed and choked on nothing, the recollection of his dream burned into his mind's eye as he tried to shake the residual hopelessness he felt at seeing you like that, and not being able to help you. He grabbed at his phone, not even glancing at the Caller ID screen before answering the call with a low growl of a ‘Wha’dya want?’ before the familiar voice instantly set him on high alert.

“Is everything okay? Did something happen? I can be back down there in an-” Bakugo was cut off by the Director’s quick apology, and explanation.

“No, Mr. Bakugo everything is alright, I’m so sorry to call so late. It sounds like I disturbed your rest,” her tone was truly apologetic, and Bakugo had grown quite fond of the woman over the last few weeks, unable to hold onto his anger. “I wanted to relay some news to you and felt it couldn’t wait until morning.” This had Bakugo sitting straight up in bed, his heart pounding wildly in his chest as the edges of his vision blurred, the panic already taking a hooked hold in his chest.

“I’m listening,” is all he could manage out with his normal tone of voice.

Did you decide to reject his adoption application?

Did something happen when she took you to see the hybrid doctor? Was everything alright?

“I wanted to extend my sincerest congratulations,” she finally said and Bakugo’s whole body froze. “I had a talk with our little Puppy, and she has accepted your application for her adoption. We can have arrangements made for you to bring her home by tomorrow if that’s suitable for you?”

You said yes.

You said yes?

YOU SAID YES!

Bakugo’s whole body buzzed with relief, excitement and anticipation. He couldn’t hide the stupid grin he felt taking over his face as his right leg jumped anxiously hearing what the Director had to say about the process of scheduling a pickup.

“Yes,” Bakugo finally agreed, “I can be there first thing in the morning.”

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Morning couldn’t come soon enough for Bakugo, rushing through his shower, throwing on an outfit of all-black casual clothes... rushing out the door to meet Kirishima who offered to drive him again instead of letting him take a paid service, or use the agency provided drivers he knew Bakugo disliked.

“Good morning, Bakugo, ready to go?” Kirishima’s bright voice greeted the rough blonde as all he got in return was a deep grunt... or a growl? but was met with a content sigh as Kirishima held up a coffee he picked up for Bakugo on the way. The exhausted blonde inhaling a deep breath of the coffee steam before tipping the cup for a drink.

“Thanks,” Bakugo muttered, sipping the hot liquid as he put his seatbelt on and sank back into the seat.

“Are you excited, bro?” Kirishima asked, peeking at Bakugo from his peripheral, to see Bakugo’s body go rigid as he looked out the window.

“M’nervous,” he finally said after a momentary pause, on bad days I can barely take care of myself... hell there was that month you had to come and stay with me just so I’d eat and shower... what if I fail at taking care of her when she needs me the most? It’s not just my rehabilitation, it’s hers too...”

“Hey man, don’t worry too much about it,” Kirishima’s voice still held his normal joyful tone, but the underlying was he spoke was deep, and comforting to Bakugo. “I think you’ll be better at taking care of someone else than you are yourself, and she’ll help to remind you of how important it is to take care of yourself - because if you’re not feeling good enough, you can’t do good by her... and you know you always have me to ask for help, too, I’ll always be there for you Kats...” Bakugo just nodded, holding back a strangled sob in his throat as he continued to face out the window, afraid that if he saw the loving, understanding look on Kirishima’s face he’d just burst into tears.

The drive was quiet except for the music Kirishima was playing at a low volume, the sounds of the comfortable silence mixed with the occasional stuttered sip of hot coffee had the moment feeling perfectly... regular. It calmed Bakugo down to have his friend here with him, although the closer they got to the facility, as the large building came into view on the horizon, Bakugo felt a rush of acidic bile rise in his throat with his nerves. This was it. This was really happening!

Kirishima had pulled up and around the circular driveway and parked in front of the building... Bakugo was frozen in his seat as his eyes were glued off in the distance to something other than where he was, his head visibly out of the moment.

“You good, Kats?” Kirishima’s voice was a soft, reassuring tone, gentle but firm as his hand reached over and patted Bakugo’s thigh, before his large hand wrapped around the muscled thigh and squeezed. The action brought Bakugo back and he glanced down at the hand on his thigh and then up Kirishima’s arm to his kind, friendly face.

“Yeah, m’good just...” *Bakugo shuddered a little, this vulnerability making him a little queasy. “Nervous, is all... more than I thought I’d be.” Kirishima couldn’t help the way his toothy grin widened even more at Bakugo’s admission, and gave him a pat on the shoulder.

“Don’t sweat it, Kats,” Kirishima reassured the blonde. “She chose you, too, and there’s a whole system in place to support you guys... everything will be fine.” Bakugo just nodded, hesitating for a moment more before downing the rest of his coffee and finally steeling his nerves enough to walk in.

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“Mr. Bakugo, welcome in!” A new desk worker greeted Bakugo, one he had met briefly at the recent community day, his smile bright and friendly.

“I’m here to see the Director...” Bakugo’s normally brash and aggressive voice was closer to a meek whisper, though his baritone always carried a strength to it.

The staff member continued to smile kindly, making a quick call as he motioned down the hallway, hanging up. “The Director is expecting you; did you need an escort to her office?” Bakugo just shook his head, already heading the now familiar route to the Director’s office as the pit of anxiety in the bottom of his stomach expanded and threatened to swallow him whole. Once he reached the familiar door, he knocked softly and was greeted with a soft ‘Come in!’ and upon opening was met with the sight of the Director, and you... you who looked so small and happy with your newly floppy ears tilting cutely as you leaned back and looked up at Bakugo.

“Mr. Bakugo, welcome back... we were just going over our little Puppy’s ear care, please, sit,” the Director said with a friendly tone, motioning for him to sit in the chair beside you. You, who despite looking away from Bakugo with a slightly nervous expression now, still wagged the fluffy little cloud of a tail behind you, unable to hide your emotions. “Now, she must apply this antibiotic cream morning and night to the areas affected where the rubber bands were, and she also has a pill she needs to take to ensure no spread of any internal viruses, right, Puppy?”

You only nodded, biting your lower lip as you looked down at your folded hands, fidgeting with them in your lap. “Yes, rub on ears and take the pill...” you said softly, nodding to yourself.

“Good girl,” the Director praised, and then turned to Bakugo, but not before adding. “Puppy why don’t you go and get all your stuff together and make sure you’re not forgetting anything? We’ll come meet you shortly, okay?” You nodded, hopping down from the chair and padding out of the room softly as you closed the door behind you... The Director now turning to Bakugo. “Before we finalize everything, are there any concerns you have at this moment?”

Bakugo thought for a moment, good and hard before shaking his head. “No, I think we’ve covered everything up until this point, and I feel pretty supported by you... and Kirishima has offered to help me adjust as well.” The Director nodded, a genuine smile on her face.

“I, as well as my staff are here to be a resource for you, Bakugo, and we will keep in touch via email, and I am only a phone call away... I’m happy you have a friend supporting you as well, it will make the transition easy knowing someone who has been through the same thing.”

“I appreciate all of your help, and all of the courses you provided too,” Bakugo admitted with a soft look on his face. “I feel better prepared now, even if I still feel like I’m out of my element here...” The Director gave Bakugo a soft look before standing up and motioning him to follow.

“Let’s go get our little Puppy, shall we?” She said gently, leading Bakugo down a new hallway he hadn’t yet been to, to finally land in front of a white door. The Director knocked and then slowly cracked the door, peeking inside as she smiled, calling your name. “Are you all packed up, Puppy?” She said softly, opening the door and Bakugo’s heart almost melted at the sight of you sitting on your bed with one little bag beside you on the floor, your legs swinging on the overhang of the bed as you glanced up, a small, nervous smile on your face as you nodded. Bakugo watched you jump down, grabbing the bag and walking forward, opting to take his hand as you smiled up at him.

Bakugo almost fainted from the varying emotions in his body: fear, anxiety, happiness, love, a little cuteness aggression.... when you held his hand, looking up at him with a smile when you said... “Ready!”

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yanyanderes · 1 year

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The yandere self aware concept is so appealing to me

The guy's falling inlove with the person in another universe? Yes, that's amazing. But, when they're yandere? That's some good shit

Imagine Donnie is desperate for reader to be with them, to the point he builds a machine that's supposed to be impossible to build cause of all the multiverse stuff but hey, he IS in a cartoon world so it isn't that impossible

The reader's so confused when they get transported into the rottmnt world, trying to process the scenerio happening to them while the guy's are so happy to actually meet you! They can protect them properly now :)

Reader getting isolated in the guy's home isn't a far fetched idea. If it guarantees reader's safety, why not?

Hey, why're you trying to leave? We're keeping you safe here!

oooh man, this one’s an old one sent back in october.

sorry it took so long! didn’t have any ideas at the time, so i kinda let this sit in my drafts and forgot to get back to it-

but anyways, this one’s a long one, so i put it under the cut.

“…it actually…!”

“i know… genius… thank me later…”

“…alright? ….been unconscious for…”

“i’m sure… soon.”

the voices all blend together. they all seem so familiar… yet (y/n) isn’t able to pinpoint who they belong to, or where they’ve heard them from, especially when their ears are still ringing.

they groan, their head throbbing in agony. what… happened? one moment, they were watching some cartoons on their laptop, and then…

they manage to pry their eyes open, only to shield them again when a bright light practically blinds them.

the ringing doesn’t stop, but it dies down, allowing (y/n) to hear the voices more clearly. they crane their head to the side and see four figures. three stand off to the side, talking amongst themselves, while the fourth is right next to their aching figure.

as their vision clears, they can’t help but think… are they hallucinating? did they have a concussion? there’s no way this is actually happening…

the figure closest to them seems to finally realize they’ve woken up, judging by the way they call out to the others.

“guys! they’re awake!”

(y/n) tries to sit up, yet the moment they do, they clutch their head in agony, a yell escaping their throat as they curl into a ball.

“hey, hey, take it easy.“

a hand rubs circles on their back. the speaker’s voice sounded so concerned for their well-being… hang on. they know that voice- in fact, they know all their voices!

“it’s you-! ah!”

(y/n) turns their head quickly. maybe a bit too quickly, since the pain quickly gets worse and they clutch their head yet again.

“i just told you to take it easy! here, lay back down.”

large yet gentle hands rest on their shoulders, ushering them to rest. even so, (y/n) stays upright.

“i- i know you! i know all of you! you’re- no, there’s no way…”

do their eyes deceive them? the fuzziness in their eyes slowly dissipates, and-

no. no, they don’t. these are in fact four talking mutant turtles standing in front of them.

“there’s no way, no way! i’m dreaming, aren’t i?”

“no, this is no dream, we are all very much real.”

“but- you’re from a tv show! this- this is so weird.”

“you think that’s weird?! imagine being us! we’re just minding our business, testing out mystic weapons, when all of a sudden we hear cheering!”

what?

“not gonna lie, it was kinda creepy at first, but-“

“but you were so sweet, we couldn’t help but love it!”

mikey wraps his arms around (y/n) and pulls them into a hug, the sudden motion making them woozy yet again.

“you called us cool, you cried when we cried, you cheered us on!”

“you- you heard all that??”

“of course we did! and can i just say, you were absolutely adorable while you were gushing over us.”

it takes a moment for (y/n) to process all this information.

they wake up on a table with a throbbing headache… in one of their favorite cartoons… and now they’re being told the characters were watching them as well.

this is kinda cool, but mostly… really freaky. especially with the way they’re acting with them.

“i- um- thanks?”

(y/n) is admittedly really nervous talking to them face-to-face, especially after learning they had been listening to everything they said about them.

“i’m- it’s a pleasure to meet you, but… how am i here?”

“oh, you have me to thank for that! you see, with me being the genius i am, i managed to construct a machine that could transport you from your dimension into ours!”

he what.

“you… what?!”

“i know! incredible, isn’t it?”

“there’s a way to go back, right?”

“you wanna leave already?”

mikey’s excitement quickly dies hearing (y/n)’s words. he releases them from a hug, and they can see the panicked, almost frantic look in his eyes.

“i mean, it’s really nice meeting you all, i just… have a lot of business to catch up on in my world, and i’d like to get back as soon as possible.”

“but- but- there’s so much we still have to do!”

“and you said you loved us, didn’t you? every time you showed up, you’d be all over us!”

“i know, i just-“

their eyes dart to donnie, hoping he would butt in to help their case. donnie and leo give a quick glance at each other, with leo giving donnie a small nod.

“of course. we understand, pulling you from your dimension and forcing you into ours was wrong, and we apologize. we’ll get to work immediately to rectify our mistake.”

(y/n) lets out a relieved sigh, happy to hear they would be going home soon. though, was it just them, or was donnie acting a bit… off?

they had little time to think on it when mikey’s grip on them returns, this time nearly crushing their ribs.

“donnie, what’re you doing?! they can’t leave yet! raph, tell them they can’t leave yet!”

(y/n)’s gaze flickers over to donnie, who was currently working with the machine that had brought them there. however, they can’t help but worry for the strange noises that emit from the machine…

raph is quick to distract them by stepping in the way, blocking donnie from their field of vision. no matter how they crane their neck, raph seems determined to stay in their sights.

“before you go, why don’t you rest a bit? donnie said something about headaches, are you alright? need me to get you anything? drinks? food? pillows?”

“you can have all the drinks, food, and pillows you want if you stay!”

“but i can’t, i have a life to live! family to take care of, friends to visit, a home to go back to-!”

“this can be your new home!”

the desperation in mikey’s voice only gets more noticeable as he talks more and more.

“we’ll love you, we’ll take care of you! you won’t have to worry about visiting anyone! we’ll give you everything you want!”

by this point, (y/n) had started struggling to get out of mikey’s death grip. what is up with these guys?? they never acted like this in the show!

“i already told you, i can’t-!”

BOOM

they’re interrupted by an explosion off to the side. no. no, this isn’t happening. raph steps out of the way and, to (y/n)’s horror, reveals the completely obliterated machinery that was supposed to bring them home.

“oh dear! it looks like my invention has spontaneously combusted! what in the world could have caused such an unfortunate event?”

(y/n)’s knows that tone of voice. the almost robotic way of speaking donnie uses only when he’s trying to lie. he did this on purpose.

“ahh, such a shame.”

leo doesn’t even try to hide his lack of concern, given his relaxed- almost pleased- expression, and the way he wraps an arm around (y/n)’s shoulders.

“how long will it take to fix that thing?”

“if we’re lucky, perhaps a year.”

those monsters.

“oh well. hey, don’t worry about it! you’ll love it here!”

liars.

“we’ve been getting ready for this day for weeks! we’ve got a room just for you, with all your favorite snacks, and a bunch of games and movies we think you’ll enjoy!”

psychopaths.

“don’t worry, (y/n)! we’ll take care of you. we promise.”

‘take me home’.

didn’t know how to end this-

#yandere tmnt #yandere rottmnt #yandere teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere tmnt 2018 #yandere raph #yandere leo #yandere donnie #yandere mikey #yandere #yan-asks

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The relationship between Violet and her mother since she’s an angsty teen now I feel would just worsen a little when she found out she was having a little brother. They were probably so close when she was little. It was already a little rocky (what teen girl didn’t have a rough patch with their mom at that age. Ik I did) but the addition of a new baby just means less attention for her. She was probably too young to process it when Cecilia was born cause she was little but being a teen and the idea of having a new baby must be rough. Especially as the months pass on and her mom tries to bridge the gap between them before he’s born, only thankfully it was fixed after he entered the world :)

(Oh it be so sweet conversation though. I can only imagine the moment they finally talk it out.)

It's late at night. You can't fall back asleep after waking up for Scottie's 2am feeding and you're down in the living room, watching TV in the dark. Violet comes out of her room to get water and sees her mother awake on the couch. She just walks past with her water bottle not saying anything at all and grabs water from the fridge. Moving to go back to her room you finally say something.

"Not even gonna say hi?" Violet stops as she's about to step into the hallway, looking over her shoulder and nods.

"Hi..."

"You wanna sit with me for a few minutes?" Violet nods again, walking over and sitting at the other end of the couch. This is the farthest she's ever been from you in a long time. The air is thick and tense as you both watch whatever you have on.

"You okay?" Violet takes a sip of her water, nodding again, but she won't look at you.

The silence fills the room again, making the TV way too loud to you as you start thinking.

"This reminds me of when you were 3..." You smile, finally getting her attention to look at you.

"You got so mad at your father for giving me kisses first before you when he got back from a work trip and you refused to talk to him for 2 hours."

"I don't remember that." She moves closer, curling up into your side. You put your arm around her and kiss the top of her head. Smelling her lavender scent with an even bigger smile.

"Of course you don't, you were too little... Are you mad at me?" Violet tenses up under your touch. You look down lifting her face up, her eyes meeting yours. Slightly damp.

"Not mad just... Left out." The realization hits you. Ever since the baby was born you'd been so preoccupied making sure Cecilia knew you still loved her and take care of Scott... You forgot that your oldest still needed reassurance, even at her age.

"Aw, sweet pea... I'm sorry." You hug her tightly, rubbing her back as she hugs you for dear life.

"It's okay."

"No it's not. You deserve time with me... I know you sure as hell need a break from your father... He's so far up your ass he could tell you what your insides look like." She chuckles, smiling for the first time in a while as you kiss her forehead.

"Can we spend time together?"

"Of course honey! If you want to spend time with me or ever just need me we please tell me. I grew up with grandma and I'm thankful for her but she smothered me... So I thought giving you space was the right idea. I guess I gave you too much."

You sit back, continuing to rub her back as she relaxes into your side, thinking about anything and everything you could do together.

"Okay... How about instead of you doing daddy daughter day with your sister you come out with me? You always look so miserable when you come home from those."

"Ah... We always do such... Kiddie stuff. It's boring but I just can't tell Dad."

"Well, we can do more adult stuff together... Like, get a Mani Pedi... Go shopping, eat and maybe a movie? Would you like that?"

"I'd like that a lot actually... Thanks."

"Of course baby. Anything for you." You hug her tight again, squeezing her to you as she groans.

"Mommy please, I can't breathe." You let her go, smiling and holding her at arms length.

"Did you just call me Mommy?!" She looks embarrassed for a moment.

"Felt right... Just don't tell Dad or neither of us will hear the end of it."

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x fem reader #🌿 ivy replies #🌿 ivy writes #leon s kennedy #resident evil x reader #🏡 domestic life with leon kennedy

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 10 months

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The Arcana HCs: What the M6 need to hear

~ because sometimes, we want to help them feel safe and happy too. hope you all enjoy these! - brainrot ~

Julian:

It happened a few weeks after he opened his clinic next door, before you you two went on your month's voyage with Mazelinka

Setting up a business is never easy. While you had been settled into the rhythm of running your shop for years now, Julian was constantly finding himself in needs of things he had yet to stock

Not to mention the influx of new patients, the files he'd had to open for them, the work of developing an organizational system to keep track of them, and the scheduling - ugh, the scheduling

You were sitting across from him at your rickety kitchen table, ankles locked with his, going over your shop ledgers while he puzzled his way through sheets of notes and prescriptions

You put down your pencil just in time to hear him groan. When you look up, he's got his head in his hands, long fingers tangling through his fiery curls in frustration

"Julian? What's wrong?"

"Ah, nothing to worry about my dear. You should go on ahead to bed - I can take this downstairs to finish. It's going to be a while."

He's giving you a tired smile, leaning back as you stand from your seat. To his surprise, you pull your chair around next to his and sit back down beside him. "MC? I can do this on my own -"

You shoot him a quick smile, "I know," and then you turn to his papers and start trying to sort through them. "But this way I'm with you."

"You're -" you don't expect the way his voice dies in his throat, and when you look over to meet his gaze, his grey eyes are shining in wonder. "You're with me."

"Of course," you say, and now your voice is faltering as he brushes his fingertips down your cheek

He's looking at you like you're a miracle, and when he places a hesitant peck on your lips, his breath catches like he's surprised that you're still there. "You're with me," he breathes again

"Where else would I be?" you ask him, and it pulls a chuckle that sounds so finally at peace out of him that you wonder how long he's been waiting to hear that

"I don't know," he says, the lines of exhaustion shifting on his face until he looks sleepy instead of frazzled. "Will you stay?"

"Yes?" you're still not completely sure how to respond to his overdue realization. "I didn't plan on going to bed alone."

"Right," he laughs, sounding way too joyful for the late hour, "of course not."

He doesn't say much else, too motivated to finish his task. But you still notice the way he keeps glancing at your hands working next to his like he's watching history unfold

Asra

It's a quiet morning

You wake up even earlier than normal, and being wide awake, you decide to go ahead and get your day started before you open the shop. The steam from your tea swirls beautifully in the morning light

It's too quiet

Asra's an expressive sleeper. As peaceful and relaxed as they get, it's the soundtrack of your night to hear them sigh and stir and mumble and occasionally let out a tiny snore in their sleep

But you've been up for nearly an hour now, and he hasn't made a sound. When you glance over at your bed, he's lying faced away from you just as he was

And on closer inspection, all the lines of their back are pulled taut. Their breath is forcefully even and the muscle in their neck flinches when you whisper their name. "Asra?"

He doesn't move beyond that. You're worried that he might be having a nightmare, but when you climb onto the bed next to him his eyes are wide open and the sheets are clenched in his fist

"Asra?" you ask them again, hand hovering over their shoulder. "Are you alright?"

He lets out the breath he's been holding slowly, uncurling his fingers from the sheets and turning to look at you with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "There's nothing to worry about," he says

You settle down into the pillows next to them, trying to let them know you care without forcing them to talk. "Except you."

His dusky eyes flicker back and forth across your face, brows furrowing as he measures his words. "I don't want to fail you, MC."

"That's alright," you tell them, "I've got you."

You don't expect the way his eyes grow wide, the way he pulls your arms to hold him so hesitantly, like he's being given his first chance to fall and let someone else catch him

"Are you sure?" they ask you, staring at you like a deer in the headlights as they begin to lower their head to your chest. "It's a lot to handle."

You don't know how to interpret that last statement, so you just nod and link your arms around his shoulders. "I'm sure."

They gingerly bury their face in your chest, curling around you slowly while every muscle in their body stays tense

You're not sure how else to tell them that they can let go, so you pull him as close and tight as you can. "I've got you, Asra."

They go limp all at once, like a puppet cut from its strings, and now they're clinging to you while their body shudders with emotion

It'll take hours for him to talk, but he will. He knows he can lean on you, and now he knows it's okay to ask for that

Nadia

It was one of the first times Nadia was attending a family reunion in years, which she had only agreed to do if you came along

It's been an enjoyable few days so far. Her sisters and parents are all lovely people who seem to know exactly how to make you feel at home. Though you aren't always suited to their activities

Like this afternoon, for instance. The twins, Navra and Nahara, had suggested a friendly archery competition out on the manicured lawn to see who had stayed in practice the most

You had seen all of Nadia's guards go up as soon as the word "competition" was uttered, but to her credit, she had chosen her bow calmly and was now standing lined up with the rest of her sisters

They didn't take turns, instead cheerfully trash-talking each other and yelling when they made a good shot

And Nadia did not want to have to call for attention

It was easier for her to line up arrow after arrow, making the same calculated choice each time, steadily improving as her muscle memory returned

You could see hesitance begin to appear in her movements. She was slowly surpassing her sister's best shots, but somehow she kept getting lost in the chaos around her

You watched her finally turn around, slowly, subtly, glancing at her parents' eyes bouncing from one sister to the next and never to her

There was too much noise and excitement for anyone to pick out just one archer as they all aimed at and missed the ultimate target zig-zagging across the field

Her eyes flickered past you, and then she did a double take in surprise to see you focused on her. You held her gaze and beamed at her, somehow able to be heard despite not shouting over the din

"I see you, Nadia."

Her transformation was breathtaking

You watched as the guarded walls fell away, not to reveal an insecure child or an angry teenager, but to reveal the tall, strong, capable Countess you fell in love with

Her eyes lidded and her lips quirked up in a quiet smile. You could see the gears clicking in her brain from her seat as she analyzed the target in front of her, blocking out the ruckus

She moved so calmly that nobody else watched the strength in her shoulders when she drew the bow back, the surety in her fingers, or the steely glint in her piercing eyes

But everyone saw when the target they'd been arguing over came to an abrupt halt, a purple streamer waving from the arrow in it

The proud smile she gave you was unbridled, not a single hint of smugness in it as she accepted her family's praise

Muriel

You're never completely sure how Muriel will react when he receives an invitation

Scratch that, you do know how he'll react, you're just not sure what he's going to decide. He'll react like it's an annoying, insincere, trivial formality, and then he'll decide how he feels about it later

But you were so sure he'd be happy to see this one

It was a letter from Nadia inviting the two of you to tea by name. Not a large gathering, she wrote, just you and Muriel and her and Asra, for old time's sake. Safe. Tailored to his comfort

But he's almost reacting like he's hurt

"Muriel?" you ask him, holding the letter he refuses to look at, "do you not want to go? Don't you enjoy stuff like this?"

"I don't enjoy it," he mumbles over his shoulder, "I tolerate it."

"But you don't want to tolerate it this time?"

He sighs, fidgeting with the hems of his sleeves where his chains used to sit. "... It's better if I don't go."

He's not a ball of sunshine by any means, but you haven't seen him this downcast in a while. Certainly not by a gesture of friendship. "Why would it better if you didn't go?"

"They don't want me there."

You briefly cast about in your mind for any moment in the past few weeks that would have suggested such a thing to him, and find nothing. You know you can't speak for Nadia, so you speak for yourself instead

"I want you there."

"No they don - what?" He's halfway through contradicting the point you didn't make before what you said registers with him. It's been a while since you've seen him look this shocked. Does he not know?

"I said I want you." You see the flush rise on his cheeks at the implications and set the letter down to better explain yourself

"I want you with me, here. Or at the Palace. Or anywhere. I want you in my life. I want you."

It's been a while since you've seen him look so unsteady. A few seconds ago he was ready to bolt out the door, but now he's looking at you like you've set the world right-side-up. "... Me?"

"Yes, you." You'd roll your eyes if he seemed less serious. When he stays frozen in place you make your way across the room and take his big hands in yours

"You don't have to. But I want you to come to tea with me. Will you?"

He seems like he's still slightly in shock, but he nods without hesitating. There's a moment of silence, and then: "Do you want my hugs, too?"

"Yes," you laugh, leaning into his arms, "I always want your hugs."

Portia

To say Portia's been busy is an understatement. The last week was a drawn-out trip back to Vesuvia, stopping in different towns every day for discussions and plans and networking

And of course, as soon as you two got back, Portia was summoned to the Palace to brief Nadia on the state of Vesuvia's international standing while you check on the shop

And then when the two of you finally had the next morning to yourselves in the cottage, you discovered a bug infestation

She's been insistent that you continue with your own work. She knows how to handle this, she knows you have commitments to keep, she's got this. You do your thing

But by your third morning home, you can see how the exhaustion's caught up to her

You're not feeling so spry yourself, but she's got eye bags that rival her brother's and you can tell that she needs to rest. So you help

"What's on your schedule today, Portia?"

"Hm?" She's still groggy from sleep, hair sticking every which way and night shirt slipping from her shoulders as she waits at the table for you to finish brewing her tea. "Whassat?"

"Your schedule." You lift Pepi into her lap and start the toast. "Is it busy?"

"Mh," she grumbles, smacking her lips. "I have the morning off, so I'm going to take care of the garden. I should have done that sooner, I -" there's overwhelmed tears pooling at the corners of her eyes now. "I've just been so busy."

"Let me take care of the garden. I've helped you before, I know what needs to be done and how to take care of your babies."

"But what about - don't you have to - are you sure?" Her eyes are wide open, dumbstruck at the possibility of resting

"Of course. You need to rest, and my stuff can wait." You take a sip of your tea. "I'm here for you."

"You're here for - oh." Her chin trembles a little, and then she's ducking her head and hiding a relieved smile in Pepi's soft belly. "You're here for me."

"Partners in crime, right?" You hold off on pouring her a cup of tea, instead running your hand across her shoulders and pulling her into a hug. "I'll take care of it. You need to rest."

"Right." She nods, smiling as she wipes away her happy tears. "Right, partners." She pulls you into a fierce hug, relaxing halfway through into leaning her weight into you. "Thanks."

You don't know how deeply she slept after, but when she saw you again at lunch the spark in her eyes was somehow even brighter

Lucio

This is definitely one of the harder jobs you two have taken

The beast you two are tracking, while not particularly strong, has a habit of hiding out in caves. It's also rather gifted at intimidation

To be scared in this situation would be perfectly understandable. It's pitch-black, neither of you can use light without alerting it to your presence, and it keeps letting out inhuman wails

You have to split up and approach it from different sides. You're tasked with magically trapping it long enough for Lucio to lop off its claws and spines so it can't keep doing accidental damage to the nearby town

It goes as smoothly as you could expect for the most part, barring how terrifying the situation is

The spell works exactly how you need it to, Lucio's swordsmanship serves him well, and you hear his signal to release the beast in moments

Until said release allows it to move enough for Lucio to spot a spine that he missed

Which causes him to chase after it in a panic, cutting off the spike right before a stray tail slams him into the wall of the cave

The beast takes off, leaving you to check him over while he blinks the leftover stun from the hit out of his eyes. "MC? You there?"

"Yes," you tell him, "now hold still." You think he's okay, a quick wash of magic tells you he'll only have a few nasty bruises, but you don't think he should be trying to stand up yet

"I can't see you. Am I dead? Am I - did it get me?" He's panicking a bit now, and it's not helping.

"You're not dead. It was pretty scary though."

"Scared?" he huffs, "I'm not scared. Where are you? I can't see you!"

"Because it's dark." You fumble around the collar of his shirt, slipping your hand beneath it and pressing your palm to his fluttering heartbeat. "And you are scared. I can feel you."

"You -" You can feel him swallow under your fingertips, and you know his tone of voice enough to know that he's wearing that shocked, taken-aback face he does so well. "No I'm not."

"I can feel you, Lucio."

There's the swallow again, and then he's talking to you in a considerably smaller, more vulnerable voice. "I guess I can't be dead if you can feel me." There's another moment of charged silence while he rests his hand on your wrist. "Can I feel you too?"

You use your other hand to guide his palm to your heartbeat, feeling his own pulse begin to slow once his fingers are on your skin. He chuckles. "You're scared too."

The two of you make it out of the cave eventually, but he still loves to hear you say "I can feel you."

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana fluff #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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muffinlance · 1 year

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Hello Dragons Here: Gaang Meeting Outtakes

Alternates to part four. Or read part one here.

Take 2: Hallway Meet & Greet

So they tried his office, but that was empty too, and there was only so long they could wander the palace before they were caught.

“I think it’s tactical retreat time,” Sokka whispered, as they huddled in an empty corner of the halls. “As long as they don’t know we were here, we can try again another night. We’ll just park Appa up in the mountains and… dragon?”

“What?” asked Katara.

“Baby dragon,” Sokka said, pointing down. The ferret-cat sized dragon blinked up at him, its snakey tongue flickering from its mouth. Aang resisted the urge to squeal.

“Please come back,” came a very tired voice, right before a teenager who walked really quietly rounded the corner and straight into them. Kind of literally. Sokka reached out to steady him, as he wobbled post-impact. And then they had a Fire Nation servant that they really couldn’t let leave blinking at them.

“...You’re very short assassins,” said the teenager. Whose long hair was partially tied up in a frazzled bun, but mostly down his back. And whose sleep robe was really rumpled. And who was blinking at them through a pair of glasses that were almost an exact match for the ones in fashion at King Kuei’s court, like he’d gotten them from the same artisan. And also there were some ink stains on his face, like maybe he’d fallen asleep on some still-drying documents. So… maybe a scribe? The stains were on the scared side of his face, which was where the Fire Lord was supposed to have one, but his was smaller on his face than the portraits Ozai had commissioned, especially with the way the hair fell over it. And Aang also knew from Ozai how much the Fire Lord liked sharing his facial scars with the people around him.

“We’re, ah. New hires?” Sokka said.

“I,” the teenager said, “am not dealing with this. I am taking Druk back to the hatchery, and then I’m finishing my work, and then I’m going to bed. If you’re assassins, make an appointment.”

“Is that… something assassins usually do?” Aang asked.

“They should,” the teenager said.

Take 1: In a Happier World

Did I write an entire prompt reply only to scrap it and replace it with Sifu Ozai? Yes. Yes I did. The original:

Aang is escorted between bending teachers, kept away from exploring. Kept away from the Fire Nation, and most of the coastlines of the Earth Kingdom, which are called the colonies now.

The first thing he was told, when he woke up, was There was a war. It lasted for ninety-eight years.

The second thing was, It’s over now.

No one tells him, but by the time he’s studying earthbending, he knows the third: It’s over because the Fire Lord said so.

“But… it’s good he ended it, right?” Aang asks that night, in the safety of his room with Sokka and Katara, who started as his escorts from the Southern Tribe but ended up as friends. He thinks they’re friends.

“It’s good he’s not marching new armies into places,” Sokka says, staring up at the ceiling. “Less good, that he hasn’t marched the old armies back out.”

“If he’d ended it a year earlier, our mother would be alive,” says Katara, her face to the wall.

Fire Lord Zuko celebrated his sixteenth birthday just before the winter solstice, when Aang was still in the south pole. The Avatar was sent a formal invitation to attend. But Aang had… he’d been awake for only a few weeks. All he’d wanted to do was go home. He’d tried, and—

And going into the Avatar state had apparently alerted sages the world over to his existence. So. That was great. The Fire Lord’s hawk carried another message, as unsaid as so many other things: I know exactly where you are, Avatar.

Chief Hakoda politely declined on his behalf.

He trained under the same master as Katara; one of the women who’d come south, when the blockades between the poles had been lifted. He wasn’t a natural healer like the Chief’s daughter, but it… it was good, healing. Healing was what he needed. Waterbending had a fighting branch, too, and he could go to the north pole if he wanted to learn it, but they’d already turned Katara away and. And he didn’t see what learning how to drown someone, or cut them with ice, would help. They sent an offer, to send one of their best masters south.

Gran-Gran declined on his behalf. He didn’t read what she’d written, so he could pretend it was polite.

The Earth Kingdom was… it was fracturing. Ba Sing Se had been the cultural and political center in Aang’s time, and it was still supposed to be a great city, but it was great because it had expanded its walls to ring in enough farmland for itself and then… sort of ignored what was going on outside them, for the next few decades. The generals living there still plotted tactics, still lead the armies, but the nobility lived like there wasn’t even a war. And then the news came out that the Earth King really hadn’t known about the war, and.

Aang was in Gaoling when the news hit. The Beifong family had invited him to stay during his travels, and Sokka had a firm always-accept-free-stuff-from-rich-people policy, so. So he got to look out over their estate walls as people rioted. When he finally made it to Omashu, Bumi took one look at the girl who’d kidnapped herself into his saddle and snorkel-snorted. And then they’d had an arm-wrestling contest over who got to teach him. Toph cheated, but so did Bumi, so it was fair?

“Two cheats make a right,” Sifu Toph told him.

“No they don’t,” said Katara.

Toph declared him a passable earthbender. Within the week, another hawk from the Fire Lord arrived: an invitation to be tutored by Crown Princess Azula herself.

I know exactly how much you’ve learned, the letter didn’t say. It didn’t have to.

“So,” said Toph, “we’re coming with to see how creepy this guy is in person, right?”

Aang was so, so glad for his friends.

And now they were in a suite of rooms in the palace, graciously being allowed the night to recover from their travels, before their meeting with the Fire Lord and his heir in the morning.

“On the bright side,” said Sokka, which was never a phrase that ended well from him, “if he wanted to assassinate you, he’s known where you are for months.”

“Thanks, Sokka,” Aang said. And went for a walk, in the palace halls, because… Because.

Because he was the Avatar. And no one was saying it outright, but every time they said The war is over what they meant was Because the Fire Lord forced the terms. Because he offered to stop killing our people if we signed. Because he has dragons, dragons big enough to scorch armies to ashes without ever getting in range of benders or archers, and no one can fight against that.

No one but the Avatar. Master of all four elements, if he did what every nation in the world had done, and accepted the Fire Lord’s generous offer.

“He’s not even offering to teach you himself,” Sokka had snorted, when he’d first read the letter. “What, is he too busy counting his war spoils?”

The halls were quiet. Aang was looking for one of those courtyard gardens they’d seen from the air, but what he found instead was—

“No, come back, why can’t you stay in the hatchery—”

A very frazzled young man, and a very noodly baby dragon, who both slid around a corner with the same scrabbling-over-polished-floors grace and crashed right into him.

“Umm,” said Aang. “Oww?”

“Catch him,” ordered the young man, as the dragon wormed its way between them and bolted again.

And then Aang was on a baby dragon chase which was... probably exactly what he needed. At least, he was out of breath and laughing by the end of it, and his new friend was grumpily down an outer robe, which had been sacrificed to the cause of bundling the baby into a sort of squirmy burrito-pretzel. Also it kept trying to light the robe on fire with its dragonbreath, and the teenager kept blowing his own sparks which somehow swirled with the fire and put it out, and Aang absolutely had to know—

“Can you teach me to do that?”

“Uh,” said the teenager, leaning back from Aang’s face, which was maybe a little closer to his own than most people found comfortable. But they were dragon buddies, like he and Kuzon had been, so it was totally justified. “I’m, uh. Not really that good? I barely have any time to practice real forms, the dragons just have me play games and creatively roast their meat—”

“But you’re breathing rainbows.”

“...Please don’t say it like that in front of my sister.”

“I won’t,” Aang said, smile broadening, “if you teach me. And come meet my friends!”

The teenager didn’t say no, and Aang recognized this hallway, so he hooked their arms together and dragged him off.

“Guys!” Aang said, sliding open their door. “I met the palace dragonsitter!”

“...Please don’t say that in front of my sister, either,” the teenager sighed.

“That’s nice, Aang,” said Sokka. “Hello, dragonsitter. How does it feel, to be kidnapped?”

“Familiar,” said the teenager, in a kind of worrying deadpan. “I really need to get Druk back to the hatchery. I’ll… see you tomorrow?”

“Nuh-uh,” said Toph. “This is my first team kidnapping. No leaving until we get a ransom.”

“...I can order snacks?” offered the teen.

“We’re keeping you,” Toph said. “Now get us more of those fire flakes. Snozzles keeps trying not to cry while eating them, it’s hilarious.”

“It is not my fault they are both delicious and trying to kill me,” Sokka said.

“...I’ll send tea, too,” the teenager said. “But, uh. I really should… not be here?”

“Relax,” Sokka said, slinging an arm over his shoulders. “It’s not like we’re going to snitch on you to the Fire Lord.”

The dragonsitter mumbled something Aang couldn’t quite catch, but it sounded a lot like I can see the family resemblance. But he got a passing servant to send for their snacks, and he let the little dragon down for some supervised exploration that ended in all of Sokka’s emergency seal jerky being gulped down its throat as it ran circles around the room, and the teenager finally sat down and leaned back and laughed, which Aang wasn’t sure was a thing he did a lot of.

And then he met them the next morning, in formal robes, on his throne.

“...Hello, Sifu Rainbows!” Aang said, and the girl next to His Majesty cackled.

#Azula: This is the best casual roasting

#since you came back home to father

#Zuko: can you please not use that comparison every time

#Azula: absolutely not <3

#All Adults: terrified of the Fire Lord

#Team Avatar: terrorizing the Fire Lord

#and then they broke it to him that people had signed his peace treaties under pain of dragon eating

#Zuko: THEY DON’T EVEN EAT PEOPLE

#Sokka: thank you for that information Fire Lord Dragonsitter

(Read more prompts || Longer ATLA fics || Original works)

#Hello Dragons Here #Avatar The Last Airbender #atla #Zuko #Sokka #Katara #Aang #Ran and Shaw #outtakes #ficlet

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luvvvivii · 6 months

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"i love you" — l.fl

pairing - idol!felix x gn!reader

genre - fluff, imagine

wc - 705

warnings - not proofread (surprise surprise), a bunch of pet names used (my love, angel, dear), lmk if more

a/n - I'm back suckas!!! 😋 enjoy this small felix post whilst I start to get back into the groove of writing (also abt the writing, times next to the date is in readers time zone)

synopsis - in which your idol boyfriend sends you voice notes whilst he's away

02.16.23 — 1:05 am

"good morning dear. actually, I think it's night for you right now? you better be asleep, alright? haha, it feels odd not being able to speak to each other how we usually would, doesn't it? but I guess this is what idol life is like? *chuckle* anyways, how was your day? did you do anything fun today? I hope you're eating good as well…I might head out for a bit with chan, so I'll talk with you later? sweet dreams angel. I love you!"

02.17.23 — 6:37 pm

"hey yn, you're asleep right? this is usually when you have your evening naps. don't be taking an all nighter again after this, though. I know you really like that show but sleep is important too you know? *chuckle*...today is day one of our concert in melbourne. I'm back in australia after so long, and I'm super excited! it's a shame I can't be here with you right now, but at least I can still update you and stuff. I can't wait to meet even more stays—oh, that's minho calling. sorry yn, got to go. I'll update you all about it after! enjoy the rest of your night, I love you."

02.18.23 — 12:53 pm

"hey dear, have you eaten yet? sorry I couldn't send any voice notes this morning, I woke up late and had to rush. day two of our concert was amazing! oh gosh, I wish you were here. hey, I don't think I told you about the dream I had last night, did I? well, we were just about to head to sydney for our tour there, and then suddenly you gave us a surprise visit! that's pretty much it, I woke up after that. haha, it seemed so real I even looked around for you whilst I was still half awake! *sigh* well, I think I'm going to go to sleep now, sorry for such a boring voice note today. have a good day, I love you angel."

02.20.23 — 3:31 pm

"yn, I'm so tired. but I can't go to sleep. *laugh* I was on my phone and got completely carried away, and now it's two am!...I think I might just start yapping about something with you, like how we always do when neither of us can sleep. that's what always helps me get tired…not that I'm saying you're boring! *chuckle* what I'm trying to say is…I just feel so at ease when I know that you're listening to me talk…let's not get depressed now, haha. how is your day going dear? doing anything fun today? make sure to send pictures, I haven't been able to see your pretty face in a while. you know, I think I might head off now, starting to feel a bit drowsy. we've got day one in sydney tomorrow, so I'll probably talk to you about it all later. goodnight my love, I love you to the moon and back."

02.21.23 — 2:01 am

"yn! it's finally day one in sydney! ah, I really wish you were here right now. you'll be cheering me on from back at home, right? I know you'll be looking for videos after the concert haha. make sure to have fun today angel! and I'll make sure to pour my heart and soul into the performances for you, like I always do. sorry for this voice note being so short, but I've got to go. I love you!"

02.22.23 — 3:19am

"sydney day 2! ah, you really don't understand how overwhelming this experience is, yn. this is absolutely crazy, but I've probably already said this a ton, right? *laugh*...you know, I hope one day we can travel to australia together, and I could show you all my favourite places to go and things to do from when I was a kid. but that's saved for the future! just wait a bit longer, my love, I'll be back home faster than you can believe. and cheer me on today as well, alright! I'll do the same for you dear. I've got to go now, an exciting concert ahead. I love you."

#skz #stray kids #skz x reader #skz fluff #stray kids x reader #skz imagine #felix #lee felix #yongbok #yongbok x reader #felix x reader #lee felix x reader

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supervisormeero · 29 days

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Boop.

“And your thought is that if we question the driver, we might find evidence of Mothma’s rebel sympathies?” Syril asks, staring down at his datapad. He waits. Dedra’s silent, so he assumes he’s not said enough; assumes he’s not shown sufficient intelligence to earn her answer. “Which could, in theory, lead us to… Axis?” he presses. “And Andor?”

He waits.

And waits.

She’s quiet.

When the silence has stretched for too long, he glances up to find Dedra’s chin nestled in the heel of her hand, her eyes closed. Her fingertips skim the tight strands of her blonde hair just above her ear. Every determined wrinkle has smoothed from her brow. Her mouth has opened slightly; her lips have parted with the subtle relaxation of sleep. It’s the third time she’s fallen unconscious in the midst of their surreptitious meetings in her apartment this week, so it’s the third time he’s been fortunate enough to sit across from her at the table and witness this beautiful, paradoxical side of her, like a flower sprouting between steel beams. Dedra is as soft when she sleeps as she is sharp when she’s awake. It’s impossible for him to rip his gaze from her.

And yet.

The last time he continued with his work and left her to catch up on hours of much-needed rest, she’d awakened, taken a half-second to adjust to her surroundings, and promptly snapped at him for “proceeding insubordinately in my absence.” She’d made it clear that her expectation was for him to wake her up, rather than to keep working out of respect for her well-being, and his stomach clenches at the thought that she might drag him down the hall and shove him out the door if he disappointed her again. As much as they both know she needs it, he can’t let her sleep.

And yet.

How is he to wake her? Shaking her by the shoulder seems even more insubordinate than continuing their work. Dropping his datapad risks startling her, frightening her. He’d rather shoot himself in the heart than leave this place of his own accord. For seconds that last eons he sits in the chair opposite Dedra Meero, painting her into the mural of his memory with the precise lines and manifold hues of a lovelorn artist, and ponders. Ruminates on all of the ways he might misstep and trigger an explosion. His heart thuds, and twists, and sprints.

Then, without thinking, he leans forward, extends his index finger, and taps it lightly against the tip of her nose. He doesn’t know when, or where, or why he learned the gesture. He knows it’s called a boop just as he knows the name, along with the thing itself, is riddled with impropriety. Inelegant as it is, it does serve its purpose.

Her blue eyes slit open as her lips suck in a short, shallow gasp of a breath. Her shoulders stiffen. She swallows. She pulls her head up, and then back. Proper posture, always. He watches fog churn in her gaze as she glances around the room, and he watches clarity sweep in to blow her confusion away. To free the sunbeams of her brilliance. A tinge of red blooms across her pale cheeks.

She fixes her attention on him, focuses on the outstretched pointer finger he’d dropped into his lap. Evidence. It’d never slip past her.

Her lip curls in exquisite disdain. “What was that?”

His throat tightens. “I… know you didn’t want me to continue on without you. I thought it best to, ah… employ a… less harsh method of waking you.”

Her glare is an ice storm, and he’s honored to sit motionless and freeze in place. “Try that again, Syril, and you’ll lose a finger.”

He’s booped his final boop, then. He nods.

“Of course.”

#has anyone else written boop fanfic or am i the only one who has gone that insane #anyway #enjoy #syril karn #dedra meero #keero #syril x dedra #andor

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ephemeral--dreams · 1 year

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Working late - DoA

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Sigma

It was late in the evening when he left the casino floor to return to his office. What he'd like was to simply pass out in bed, but there was still work to be done. As always. It was tiring, but it was part of what came with maintaining the casino - his home - so he didn't usually mind.

Sigma entered, only to pause when he found you curled up asleep on the sofa. Ironic that he'd put it there for when he needed to take power naps, yet it found more use from you now. That was the one thing that troubled him. He was so busy that he couldn't spend as much time with you as he wanted to… You had carved out a space for yourself regardless, quietly keeping him company while he did paperwork, or making sure he'd eaten, or watching over the casino when he was absent for DoA matters. But that didn't erase the guilt when he saw you laying there, when you could've both been comfortably in bed together instead…

You were really much too forgiving. Sigma was surprised you hadn't left him by now.

Still, he didn't want to wake you up. You probably needed the sleep… He settled for draping a blanket over you before moving to his desk, silent as he worked into the night.

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………Only to awaken hours later to your eyes meeting his. When had he passed out? Ah, he shouldn't have done that, he had so much to do…

"Hey. Why don't we move to the bedroom?"

"No, no, I'm not done-"

"You're not going to do good work when you're too tired. A nap would benefit you, wouldn't it?"

Sigma… Cannot argue with that, can he?

Nikolai

Nikolai had more work to do than one would expect. There were nights where he didn't come home at all, times where he was gone for days on end. It was simply the way things were. Even if it was a shame that he had to spend so much time away from his beloved...

Today, he had told you he'd be home at a reasonable time. That... Was not what came to be. The target he'd been sent to take out had caused him quite a lot of trouble. A surprise he'd usually welcome, if he hadn't had evening plans! And then he'd had to go report to Dos-kun... That said, Nikolai finds himself arriving to a quiet apartment, well after dark.

Yet the lights were not off. He peeked around the corner and - ah, there you were. Would it be mean to startle you out of the book you're reading? Perhaps. But that certainly wouldn't stop him. He loved nothing more than to cause a little trouble, after all.

"Boo!"

You dropped the book, blinking up at him tiredly as he leaned over you. "Oh, you're home."

"Indeed. I hardly expected you to still be awake at this hour, however."

"Well, you said you'd be home tonight, so I thought I should be around to greet you…"

"That's sweet, but entirely unnecessary!" So he says, but the twinkle in his eyes is telling enough of the fact that he's pleased. "Now that I'm here, we should get you to bed, no?"

You look him up and down, pointedly.

"You're still covered in blood. How about we get you cleaned up first?"

So he was. And you didn't even seem disturbed! Then again, it wasn't the first time he'd shown up like this... "Sure, sure~ But only if you come too, angel."

Fyodor

As unwell as he was, sometimes, Fyodor rarely gave in to his body's demands for rest. There was no one else who could manage the complex plans that must be carried out. Most of his subordinates were absolutely useless without his direct orders, and heaven knows Nikolai will go wild if no one reined him in. There was always more to do. There were not enough hours in the day for him to bring his plans to fruition.

It's admittedly exhausting. But for the end goal, it's worth it.

So he told himself on another late night, staring at a too-bright screen in a too-dark room.

And then there was you.

Work often dragged him from you for long periods of time. The fact that he managed to keep you despite this was truly lucky. Not that he had any doubt of the fact that you were too infatuated to ever leave him.

Today, you had insisted that it had been too long since you had spent time together, so he'd made the compromise of allowing you to stay in his office with him while he worked. You were, of course, told not to be a disturbance. You'd been quiet enough sitting next to him for the first few hours, so it wasn't an issue.

Not until around 1am, when he felt a weight against his shoulder. So you'd fallen asleep. When had you dragged your chair near enough to lean on him this way? No matter.

…Fyodor couldn't quite bring himself to shake you awake, for whatever reason. You looked far too peaceful. He sighed. He was becoming far too soft, if he couldn't even disturb you.

You had best appreciate that you have someone as dangerous and distant as him wrapped around your finger. You sleep on unaware as he goes back to typing.

#decay of angels #nikolai gogol x reader #sigma x reader #fyodor dostoevsky x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #story unfolding

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hansols-yoda-boxers · 10 months

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You Just Put the Dick in Your Mouth - Part 5

Yang Jeongin x Kim Seungmin

Word Count: 8855

Contents: lots of softness and fluff, oral, fingering, protected anal, innie losing his v card

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Jeongin felt so warm. So warm and comfortable. He came to slowly, feeling the soft sheets and pillows, feeling the arms wrapped around him and soft, slow breaths on his head, ruffling his hair. Had it not felt so real he might have thought it was a dream.

It took a little bit longer for the memories of the night before to seep back into his sleepy mind. Memories of all of the things said and all of the kisses shared and sleepy promises of forever. He couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips, feeling deliriously happy at the thought of it all. He hid in Seungmin’s chest, feeling the arms around him pull him a little closer. He didn't know how long Seungmin had been awake but his voice was still rough with sleep when he spoke.

"Morning, Innie."

"Good morning." Jeongin nuzzled in closer. They didn't have anything to do immediately this morning but he was still dreading the moment they would have to leave this bed. “Let’s not get up yet.”

“Good thing we don’t have to,” Seungmin hummed, pressing a kiss to his head. “We can stay here as long as you want.”

“Which means until you get hungry?” Jeongin giggled.

“Or you,” Seungmin snorted. “But I’m not hungry now anyway.”

Jeongin bit down on his lip, hesitating for a moment as a flirty little comment flitted around in his brain.

He propped himself up on Seungmin’s chest, blaming his sleepiness for the decision to let the words off his tongue as he gazed at Seungmin bashfully. “Well, maybe there’s something I could use a taste of.”

Seungmin blinked at him for a moment, clear surprise showing on his face before a grin started to tug at his lips. “Oh? And what taste are you craving?”

Jeongin broke from Seungmin’s gaze shyly. He should have known Seungmin was just going to flirt back. He truly had not thought about the consequences of his words. “You.” The word came out much quieter and more timid than he meant it too. He felt Seungmin’s hand find his chin and tilt his face to meet his gaze.

“What exactly do you want to taste, cutie?”

“Ah…” Any words caught in his throat under Seungmin’s gaze that had quickly grown more intense. He felt heat lick at his cheeks as he tried to form an answer and made a mental note not to start flirting if he couldn’t finish it. Seungmin’s grin just grew as the silence stretched on, gripping Jeongin’s chin just a tiny bit more firmly.

“You’re not going to tell me, baby?” Seungmin fake pouted.

Jeongin felt his head starting to spin. Baby?? It was new and sweet and made his heart pound like he was running a race and Seungmin had to know it would have that kind of effect. Baby. Baby. Baby. It played over and over again in his head and made it so much harder to remember what he was trying to say in the first place.

“What do you want a taste of, baby?” Seungmin cooed, coaxing Jeongin a little closer. “Come on, use your words.”

Jeongin followed the pull of Seungmin’s fingertips. He tried to clear his brain of the baby-induced haze as butterfly wings fluttered in his stomach. Seungmin was far too amused teasing him now, perhaps emboldened knowing just how much Jeongin loved him, maybe he knew he’d take the teasing no matter how flustered or woozy it might make him.

“Your- uh- Y-Your-” Jeongin couldn’t form a full sentence to save his life and he might have thought it pathetic if he wasn’t so lovestruck at the moment.

“My poor Innie,” Seungmin chuckled before closing the distance and kissing him. Jeongin melted into the kiss, shifting a little closer and getting as comfy as he could while he got lost in kisses with his favourite person. Seungmin indulged him, more than happy to give every single kiss Jeongin wanted and then some. He held Jeongin close, fingertips slipping under the hem of his shirt and tracing lazily over his lower back in a way that had tingles running down Jeongin’s spine.

“Was that what you wanted?” Seungmin asked, pulled back only far enough to get a breath.

Jeongin shook his head slightly before trying to kiss Seungmin again but Seungmin stopped him, leaning back to look at him and taking in the pout and accompanying whine Jeongin let out. He gave Jeongin a soft smile, running his fingers through Jeongin’s hair comfortingly.

“Baby, you have to tell me what you want.”

“I-I-” He tried to force the words off his lips but he was feeling the heat burning his skin with embarrassment so he abandoned the conventions of language in favour of whining and hiding in Seungmin’s neck shyly. Seungmin let out a chuckle, soothing Jeongin with fingers in his hair and light massaging of his scalp.

“You’re really too cute,” Seungmin hummed. “Can’t even ask me for what you want now. My poor baby.”

“You’re just teasing,” Jeongin whined.

“And you’re not using your words,” Seungmin said. “If you can do that for me I’ll give you what you want.”

Jeongin nuzzled further into Seungmin’s neck. He blamed the teasing, it wasn’t like he hadn’t asked for this before but Seungmin seemed to enjoy seeing him flustered far too much. It was so much harder to speak up when he knew how much Seungmin was enjoying his suffering.

“You’re a sadist,” Jeongin grumbled.

“I’m just trying to be a good communicator.” He managed to coax Jeongin out just enough to press a kiss to his temple and murmur against his skin. “It’s not my fault you get all adorably flustered.”

Jeongin shoved Seungmin weakly in the side while he whined. Seungmin was chuckling at him and Jeongin felt the way his skin was burning as Seungmin was having so much fun at his expense. “I should have just kept dating you in my imagination.” Jeongin grumbled. “You were so much nicer.”

“Expectations set by your imagination sounds like a you problem,” He snorted.

Jeongin groaned, trying to push away off of Seungmin’s chest but Seungmin tightened his grip, not letting him leave.

“Okay okay okay okay,” He pulled Jeongin back down against his chest. “I know what you want, baby. But…” He coaxed Jeongin to lift his head and look him in the eye. After a moment of apprehension Jeongin met his eye. “If you tell me I’ll be extra nice.”

Jeongin pouted, thinking it over. “Promise?”

“I promise.”

Jeongin bit his lip, hesitating for a moment before meeting Seungmin’s eyes again. “C-Can I suck you off?”

“Good boy.” Seungmin grinned, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Was that so hard?”

Jeongin’s lips parted but no words came out as his brain melted into absolute mush. Good boy?? Seungmin had just got him back and was already trying to kill him.

“I-I uh-”

Seungmin chuckled, pressing a few more kisses to his face. “Good to know you like that too.” He hummed, almost as if to himself.

“Th-That’s not- I-I-” His brain refused to form any sort of sentence as his skin burned, so easily flustered and disarmed by Seungmin as always. It would be annoying if it weren’t so mortifying. The only saving grace was that Seungmin found it cute so it could only serve to make Jeongin more endearing.

That didn’t save him from the embarrassment though.

“Take your time.” Seungmin murmured, pressing a few more kisses to his lips. Jeongin accepted them gratefully. He tried to form some sense of a coherent thought but all that he could manage was the desire to taste his lover. So with what little wherewithal he had, Jeongin slipped away from Seungmin’s lips and moved to kiss along his jaw, and then his neck.

Seungmin let out a chuckle, running his fingers through Jeongin’s hair comfortingly, his free hand finding one of Jeongin’s to intertwine their fingers. It made Jeongin’s heart act in a wonderfully sporadic way, forgetting what a beat was altogether. Jeongin fought to keep his breathing even, already feeling warmth start to make it’s way down his body from just the anticipation alone.

He trailed kisses along Seungmin’s neck and then over his clothed chest, listening to him humming in contentment at the feeling. Seungmin squeezed his hand sweetly as he moved slowly, taking his time. He let his free hand slip up under Seungmin’s shirt, leaving light, teasing touches over his skin and feeling pride as he heard Seungmin’s breath hitch.

He lifted Seungmin’s shirt up as he moved lower, kissing next to his belly button and gazing up shyly at Seungmin. It only served to send a rush of arousal through him at the way Seungmin was biting down on his lip and gazing at him heatedly. Jeongin hesitated for a moment, reeling from the look Seungmin was giving him, from feeling so wanted, from knowing how badly he was wanted.

He felt the heat rush up his cheeks as he brought his gaze back down, meeting the waistband of Seungmin’s pyjamas. He didn’t miss the bulge underneath them either. His fingers curled around the band and he paused for a moment, thinking. He knew he could do this with Seungmin on his back, but…

“Minnie?” His voice was a little timid but it caught Seungmin’s attention all the same. Seungmin ran his fingers through Jeongin’s hair and he let out a little “hmm?” in response to the inquiry.

“Can you sit on the edge of the bed for me?”

Seungmin grinned at him. “Anything for you, baby.”

Jeongin sat up and Seungmin followed along. He took the opportunity to steal a kiss, hand wrapping around the back of Jeongin’s neck and pulling him in for a deep kiss that left Jeongin positively dizzy. He felt a little dazed when he pulled back for air and Seungmin let out a chuckle as he shifted to sit on the edge of the bed.

Jeongin took a deep breath, collecting himself quickly before getting off the bed. He couldn’t blame Seungmin for stealing an extra kiss or two; not when he took the opportunity while standing in front of him to rest his hands on his thighs and lean in for yet another kiss. Seungmin accepted it, borderline greedy. Jeongin didn’t mind one bit, smiling just a little into the kisses.

When he finally pulled back he gave Seungmin a shy smile as he sank down onto his knees. Seungmin did nothing to hide his anticipation, biting down hard on his bottom lip as he rested back on his hands. He lifted his hips off the bed a little, expectant, eager.

Jeongin ran his fingers up Seungmin’s thighs, dropping his gaze as he felt the butterflies in his stomach. He focused on gently pulling Seungmin’s pyjama pants off, easily slipping them down his legs. He tried to hide the way his breath hitched as he took in the sight of Seungmin’s half hard cock in front of him as he settled between his legs. He felt Seungmin’s hand work its way into his hair and glanced up at him quickly before deciding his heart couldn’t handle it.

His fingertips travelled along Seungmin’s bare thighs, feeling a rush of pride at the way his breath hitched from the gentle touch. He slowed his movement even more as his fingers went higher up Seungmin’s legs. His eyes flickered up again, seeing the expectation in Seungmin’s gaze as he leaned in. Jeongin let his eyes fall closed as he pressed a few kisses to Seungmin’s inner thighs.

Seungmin let out a sigh, running his fingers through Jeongin’s hair as his legs spread a little wider. Jeongin lingered in some places, sucking on the skin softly. He took his time and he knew he was going slow but he wanted to savour this, enjoy this. He wanted to love and be loved and feel every second of it. He drew his nails gently over soft skin as he left a few marks, peeking through his eyelashes at the marks left in the wake of his lips.

Seungmin was letting out soft sighs, legs pressed as wide as they could go and fingers curling and uncurling in Jeongin’s hair. The feeling was so nice and soothing, that along with Seungmin’s scent could have him here all day. His knees could start screaming for relief and he didn’t think he would budge. He brought his lips to Seungmin’s lower stomach, pressing kisses and sucking at the skin as his fingertips traced gently over the marks he’d left on his thighs.

Seungmin’s cock was getting harder and harder by the second, right next to his cheek as he pressed kisses to Seungmin’s skin, getting the lightest graze by his jaw as he moved to press a kiss elsewhere and he felt the way the hand in his hair tightened and Seungmin held his hips back from bucking.

“Is this okay so far?” There wasn’t any actual curiosity in Jeongin’s tone. He felt just a touch smug at how much he enjoyed leaving slow, teasing kisses all over Seungmin meanwhile he was getting so needy from it. Not that he would fare any better with the roles reversed but still; it was nice to have such an effect.

“You’re even slower than last time,” Seungmin breathed, an eye opening to gaze down at Jeongin. “This time you’re doing it on purpose, though.”

“I’m just enjoying this.” Jeongin pouted. “I missed you. I missed this.”

“You’re lucky I love you so much, baby.” He hummed. “I’ll let you go as slow as you want.”

A grin was curling Jeongin’s lips. “If you want me to go faster, you could just say it.” He teased.

Seungmin’s gaze changed, darkening a little and sending a thrill down Jeongin’s spine. He swallowed hard, shifting a little.

“You know, a good boy would want to make me feel good more quickly.”

Jeongin’s heart beat hard in his chest as he choked back a whine. Why the words affected him so much and how Seungmin guessed it he didn’t know. All he knew is that his brain felt like it was melting all over again at the prospect of being called a good boy.

“I-I”

“Don’t worry.” Seungmin said, letting his eyes fall closed. “Go at your own pace, Innie.”

Jeongin bit down on his lip, just barely aware that Seungmin was trying to get what he wanted more quickly. He couldn’t help it, wrapping his hand around the base of Seungmin’s cock immediately.

He still didn’t dive in too fast, taking a moment to leave kisses on the underside of his cock and running his tongue around the tip. Seungmin let out a groan, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of Jeongin’s neck. He spent a few more moments running his tongue along Seungmin’s cock, sucking just the tip between his lips, and savouring the taste on his tongue again. He let out a few little hums and moans as he did so, feeling the way Seungmin’s thighs trembled and stomach tensed when he did.

Only a few more moments passed before he took Seungmin’s cock into his mouth, sinking down as low as he could. He pulled off slowly, letting out a moan at the taste and feeling the shallow movement of Seungmin’s hips as he tried not to buck into his mouth. A groan fell off his lips at the feeling, fingers tighter in Jeongin’s hair. Jeongin took in every moment, trying to move slow enough to satisfy his desire to taste Seungmin on his tongue all day long with Seungmin’s need for him to move faster. Even if some part of Jeongin knew what Seungmin was doing, he just wanted to be his good boy so badly.

“That’s so good, baby.” The sound was breathy coming off Seungmin’s tongue and it sent arousal crashing through Jeongin. He responded with a hum of his own, looking up at Seungmin through his lashes and being greeted with an intense gaze that left him feeling dizzy.

He found a steady pace, hand moving in tandem with his mouth as he sucked his lover off. He fell into a groove, moving down quickly and pulling back slowly, teasing with his tongue and hollowing his cheeks. He soaked up every little sound Seungmin let out, each one rushing through him and making his cock twitch, getting more and more uncomfortable in his pjs as the moments passed, straining against the fabric.

“Being such a good boy for me.” The words could have made him cum, let alone the tone. It was a miracle that he held it together, feeling his thighs tremble and a moan getting muffled by Seungmin’s cock at the pretty praise that was getting to him every time he heard it. He felt the slight urging from Seungmin to move a little faster and he complied, needing more of Seungmin’s sweet praise like his life depended on it.

“So perfect for me.” Seungmin breathed. “My Innie is so good to me.”

He was sure Seungmin was trying to make his head spin and it was certainly working. Each and every thing that left his lips had Jeongin’s cock twitching and pulsing almost painfully and he was trying to focus on the task at tongue while the mental image of having Seungmin’s cock sunk into his ass started playing in his mind like the most erotic movie scene he’d ever watched.

He moaned out at the image in his own imagination, embarrassingly loudly and felt the way it made Seungmin’s hips shift, a low curse falling off his lips. Jeongin slowed just a little, taking time to suck in the precum that was leaking from Seungmin’s cock and teasing his tongue over the tip before sinking down again.

He was insanely turned on all on his own now and Seungmin’s moans weren’t helping one bit. His breath was heavy, room thick with his scent and thighs trembling now as he got closer to his release.

Only as he tried to take all of Seungmin’s cock, almost succeeding, did he realize that perhaps he didn’t want Seungmin to cum just yet. He wanted to know what it felt like to have Seungmin nestled deep inside him, he wanted to hear him moaning and feel him moving and hold him all at the same time.

“Fuck, that’s s-so good.” Seungmin’s voice was growing unsteady as he got closer. Jeongin felt bad for being so needy, for even thinking of stopping when he was so close to having Seungmin cum down his throat, tasting his release. But he wanted it too bad and he couldn’t think straight to come up with the best solution.

So he stopped, pulling back off of Seungmin’s cock and sitting back on his heels. He could feel Seungmin’s cock twitching in his grasp as the man’s eyes flew open, annoyance lacing his tone when he spoke.

“Why did you sto-”

“Minnie?” He cut Seungmin off, voice a little small and coming out more sweetly than he intended. Maybe that served him all the better though. Seungmin’s annoyance melted away in an instant, gaze softening and fingers brushing through Jeongin’s hair soothingly. For however whipped Jeongin was, at least Seungmin was just as much.

“Yes, baby? Is everything okay?”

Jeongin nodded, biting his lip for just a moment before forcing the words off his lips, lest he lose his nerve.

“Make love to me? Please?”

The beat of silence was so short and yet felt so long as Seungmin gave him a wide-eyed stare while his brain caught up. But the moment ended with a groan falling off his lips and his hands reaching down, grabbing Jeongin’s arms and pulling him up roughly. He crashed his lips against Jeongin’s in a heated kiss that had more warmth rushing through him as he scrambled into Seungmin’s lap.

It took all of a few more seconds before Seungmin flipped him onto his back. Jeongin let out a yelp as he broke away from the kiss, back landing against the bed and gazed up at Seungmin with surprise. He’d never been quite so quick or rough with him.

Not that he was about to complain.

“God, you’re so fucking sweet, Innie.” Seungmin groaned against Jeongin’s lips. “You don’t know how badly you drive me crazy, do you?”

“I-I-” Seungmin didn’t give him a chance to answer, seemingly intent on kissing him senseless instead. Jeongin’s arms wrapped around Seungmin’s neck as Seungmin pressed a knee between his legs. Jeongin let them fall opening, whining into Seungmin’s kisses as he felt Seungmin’s weight on top of him and settling between his legs. Despite the fact that he’d just had said cock on his mouth, something about feeling it against, hard and needy, was turning him on even more.

His fingers dug into Seungmin’s shirt as he pulled him closer. Each deep kiss made him dizzier and more aroused. He brought a leg around Seungmin’s waist, urging him to grind his hips down but Seungmin pulled back from the kiss, dragging Jeongin’s bottom lip between his teeth and earning a whimper.

“Why-” His question died on his tongue as Seungmin sat up, a hand tugging at the neck of his shirt and pulling it over his head. Jeongin’s heart hammered hard in his chest and a whole new generation of butterflies came alive in his stomach as he took in all of Seungmin, unable to stop from blatantly staring. Despite their fooling around, he was struck with the realization that he had never seen all of Seungmin until now.

He simply drank in the vision of beauty in front of him. His gaze slowly rose from his toned thighs, the pretty hips and mouth-watering flushed red cock, to the expanse of his chest, skin smooth over lean muscle. Only as he reached his neck and up to his stunningly gorgeous face, did he realize that Seungmin wasn’t looking back at him. He was looking to the side shyly, cheeks tinted red as he bit down on his bottom lip.

It was such a sweet sight it made Jeongin’s heart melt a little, falling in love a little more in that moment. He reached out, finding Seungmin’s hands with the intent to bring him closer but Seungmin stopped him, seeming to steel himself a little before meeting Jeongin’s eye.

“Your turn,” He chuckled nervously. “I can’t be the only naked one.”

“R-Right.” Jeongin felt the heat rush up his cheeks. Not that Seungmin hadn’t seen a lot of him at this point, but it was still nerve wracking. He squeezed Seungmin’s hands, avoiding his gaze anxiously as he tried to buck up the courage.

Seungmin pulled his hands away, bringing them to Jeongin’s waist and curling around the hem of his shirt. When Jeongin gave him an anxious glance he was met with a reassuring and slightly nervous smile on Seungmin’s lips. It made him feel a little more sure, both to have the reassurance and to know he wasn’t alone in his nerves.

“Can I take this off?” Seungmin asked, playing with the hem of Jeongin’s shirt.

Jeongin bit down on his lip with a shy grin, nodding. Seungmin leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to his lips as he slid his hands up Jeongin’s chest. His touch left goosebumps in their wake as they pushed his shirt up. Jeongin shifted his arms up, allowing Seungmin to push the shirt off fully and throw it off somewhere on the floor before he leaned back down for another kiss.

Jeongin accepted each and every one, arms wrapping around Seungmin again as he deepened the kiss. A shiver ran through him at Seungmin’s gentle touch across his skin, running his fingers down his chest in an almost absentminded way. It made Jeongin’s breath hitch and ever more warmth to pool in the pit of his stomach, making him start to squirm with how needy he was getting.

He bit down hard on his lip as Seungmin started kissing his neck and then slowly down his chest. Jeongin squeezed his eyes closed and his breaths stuttered on their way out as he felt the slow movement of Seungmin’s lips. He held back his whimper when Seungmin sucked gently on the skin, leaving a stray mark or two and making his cock twitch.

“Lift your hips for me, baby.” His voice was a quiet hum and Jeongin obliged quickly. He felt Seungmin’s fingers hook into his pjs and pull them down his legs before they also ended up on the floor. He kept his eyes closed as he felt Seungmin’s hands rest on his thighs and then slowly slide up his body. He bit down on his lip to hold in a whimper, feeling Seungmin push his legs apart to settle between them.

Jeongin dug his fingers into the sheets, trying to even out his breathing. It didn’t help that Seungmin started to drag his nails lightly over Jeongin’s skin, teasing and slow. He felt Seungmin leaning over him as he pushed his knees up, getting him resting on his feet. Jeongin felt so much more exposed but he tried to ignore his nerves and focus on the feeling of Seungmin’s fingertips and the few stray kisses he was leaving on his thighs.

“Baby?” Seungmin’s voice was smooth and sweet like the finest chocolate and Jeongin’s eyes fluttered open just to see his matching, delicious expression. “Can you grab the lube for me?”

Jeongin bit down on his lip, a failed attempt to stifle his whimper as he reached into the bed side table. His fingers were a little shaky and he fumbled with the bottle, dropping it and hurrying to fish it out again. He felt heat rush up his cheeks as Seungmin chuckled at him and rubbed his hands along Jeongin’s thighs. Jeongin rushed to pass him the bottle, only meeting Seungmin’s slightly smug grin for a second before looking away shyly.

“Shut up,” Jeongin muttered.

“I didn’t say anything,” Seungmin hummed innocently.

“You were thinking it. You said you’d be nice.” Jeongin reminded him.

Seungmin leaned down and pressed a kiss to his nose as he popped open the lid of the bottle. “That’s why I said nothing.”

Jeongin let his head fall to the side with a small “hmph” unconvinced that Seungmin wouldn’t tease him for his clumsiness. Seungmin did hold his tongue though, using his mouth instead to press kisses under Jeongin’s jaw and along his neck. Jeongin squeezed his eyes shut at the sounds of the lube squirting onto his fingers trying to keep his breathing even and his thinking clear. He ignored the way more warmth rushed through him and failed miserably to hold back a whimper as he felt one of Seungmin’s slender fingers circling his entrance.

“Just breathe for me, baby,” Seungmin’s voice was warm and soothing against Jeongin’s throat. He let out a shaky “mhm” in response and felt Seungmin smile against his skin.

“It’s nothing we haven’t done before.” He said.

“I know that.” Jeongin mumbled. “Everything-” He stopped himself before saying something too mushy and embarrassing, though he had peeked Seungmin’s interest.

“Everything what?” He hummed, still just teasing Jeongin’s entrance lazily. Jeongin shifted his hips in an attempt to get what he wanted but to no avail. “Tell me, baby.”

“Everything,” He sighed and threw an arm over his face. “Everything always feels more intense with you.”

Seungmin let out a small “aww” that Jeongin supposed was good. It was better that he was endeared then laughing at him. But still, he felt awkward admitting it and squirmed under Seungmin. He was sure it was yet another thing Seungmin could use to tease him with. One of these days he would have to learn to stop giving him so much free ammunition.

“C-Can you- Minnie-” He didn't have the chance to finish the question before Seungmin’s finger was sinking deeply inside of him. He let out a shaky moan, one hand gripping the pillow under his head and the other finding Seungmin’s arm. Seungmin pressed slow, careful kisses to his throat as he worked the finger inside of him, slow curls reaching so deep it was dizzying.

It didn’t help at all that he was already so worked up. It didn’t help that everything about Seungmin made him needy. His cock was twitching and leaking against his stomach without a hint of being touched mere moments after Seungmin had started. It only had another thrill of arousal rush down his spine as Seungmin sucked gently at a spot at the base of his neck.

“Doing so good for me,” Seungmin hummed against his skin. Jeongin only answered with whimpers as Seungmin moved his finger a little faster, curling it in just the right way. He started to try and focus on anything else but all he could sense was Seungmin. Seungmin’s finger making him feel heavenly with waves of pleasure, Seungmin’s scent coming from his pillows and sheets and hair and body so close, Seungmin’s small hums and quiet praise as he painted blossoming bruises against his neck and along his collarbones. His senses were so entranced and it made breaking out of his haze so much harder. It took everything in him to desperately try and think of something else, anything else just to last a little longer with his stomach already tensing, thighs trembling just a little.

It only got harder as Seungmin pulled out fully before sinking two fingers into him slowly. He groaned at the stretch, hips bucking involuntarily and taking the fingers deeper then he meant to. His eyes flew open with a gasp as his nails dug into Seungmin’s arms at the mix of sudden pain and pleasure. Seungmin sat up immediately, searching Jeongin’s expression as his fingers stilled.

��Are you okay, Innie?” He was so full of concern it made Jeongin’s heart melt.

He nodded, trying to pull Seungmin in for a kiss but not managing.

“Seriously, you’re not hurt right? It sounded like I hurt you.”

Jeongin bit down on his lip, eyes darting away. “I’m okay.” He mumbled. “I-It only hurt a little.”

He realized yet another mistake had passed his lips when Seungmin’s expression shifted, a smirk gracing his features.

“Oh. So it’s alright if it hurts a little, then?”

“N-No- I- Th-That’s-” His attempts to defend himself dissolved into a moan as Seungmin started to move his fingers, not hesitating to sink in deep and curling just the way he had with one, but much more intense now.

“Who knew my little cutie liked a bit of pain.” Seungmin cooed.

“Sh-Shut-” Once again he failed to speak and vowed never to try again. Every time he did he only embarrassed himself more. He threw his arm back over his eyes again, at least hiding the top half of his face while his lips continued their moans. The embarrassment hadn’t even served to cool him down or stop his impending orgasm and he certainly didn’t need to think about the implications of that.

Seungmin let out a chuckle but he did lean in to press more soothing kisses to Jeongin’s jaw, free hand rubbing up and down his thigh gently. He kept his pace steady after that, working Jeongin open slowly despite his teasing. Jeongin let out shaky breaths, fingers working into the pillow under his head as he tried to hold back.

His stomach was tense now, cock leaking and twitching, fully jumping against his stomach any time Seungmin hit just the right spot inside of him. His thighs were trembling and his bottom lip was bruised and sore from how hard he had been biting down on it.

And still his pleasure was building more and more. As more moans and whimpers poured off his lips, his hips tried to move in time with Seungmin’s fingers. He couldn’t seem to manage to hold his hips down or keep still. His breathing came in short puffs and needy moans as his eyes squeezed shut tight.

Seungmin let quiet praises fall from his lips, pressed into Jeongin’s skin. The skin of his neck, his jaw, his cheek, under his ear. It was dizzying and brought him nearly to the edge, teetering on it and doing what little his mind could to hold back from cumming too soon.

A broken moan found its way into the thick air of the room when Seungmin carefully started pressing a third finger into his entrance. Despite how insanely good it felt, Jeongin scrambled to grab Seungmin’s wrist with one hand, panting and trying to form some sort of sentence.

“What’s wrong?” Seungmin’s question came quickly.

“W-Wait.” The word was breathless and Seungmin sat up. Jeongin could sense him hovering above and he pried his eyes open, gaze a little hazy as he tried to focus and explain himself.

“Can’t- too- mm.”

Seungmin pressed a kiss to his nose. “Take a minute, Innie.”

“Can’t-” He tried to catch his breath a little. “T-Too soon.”

“Too soon for what?” Seungmin asked. “Too soon to cum, baby?”

Jeongin nodded before letting his head fall back, glad he’d gotten his point across. His cock was still twitching and leaking against his stomach and he so badly wanted to touch it but he didn’t want to ruin his chances for what he really wanted. He accepted Seungmin’s kiss to his lips lazily and whined when Seungmin started moving his fingers very shallowly.

“Minnie.” He whimpered.

“Baby, you know I can make you cum more than once, right?”

His answer was a moan and his hips grinding up against Seungmin’s fingers. He could barely think straight to pause everything in the first place. One little sentence from Seungmin and his stomach and thighs were tensing, nails digging into Seungmin’s arm again and Seungmin put a hand on his hips to keep them down against the bed as he curled the three fingers in, easily reaching that insanely good spot perfectly with every movement.

Jeongin’s moans climbed higher in his voice, head falling back and thighs squeezing in around Seungmin’s sides. A cry of Seungmin’s name fell from his lips as he came hard, stars bursting behind his eyelids and pure pleasure washing through his every nerve as thick strings of cum painted his lower stomach. Seungmin cooed and praised him sweetly as he worked him through his high.

His fingers kept moving, albeit a little more gently as Jeongin started to come down from his high, whimpers slipping past his bruised lips and hands weakly grabbing for Seungmin’s wrist. It felt so good but he was so overly sensitive that the sensation of anything inside him had tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

“Shhh,” Seungmin pressed a few kisses to his cheeks. “Just a little bit more, baby. I know you can handle it, right?”

Jeongin let out a whimper, nodding and shakily grabbing onto his arm for support as the sensitivity made him delirious.

“Such a good boy for me,” Seungmin hummed. “So perfect.”

Jeongin basked in the sweet praise. He pouted for kisses and Seungmin gave them, though much more gently than he had before as his fingers finished working Jeongin open. Jeongin’s body trembled and he whimpered into the kisses as he felt every little movement of Seungmin’s fingers. His breaths were fast and kept catching and hitching and Seungmin soothed him through it until his fingers were sliding in with ease and finally pulled them out.

Despite how fucked out he was, Jeongin still hissed at the loss and Seungmin soothed him with a few more gentle kisses before pulling away. Jeongin managed to open his eyes, looking after Seungmin lazily as he reached for some wet wipes on the bedside table and carefully cleaned Jeongin up. He shivered at the cold contact on his skin, whining.

“I know.” Seungmin hummed, moving away to throw out the wet wipes. “You did so well for me, baby.”

“m’here,” Jeongin managed a single, slightly slurred word as he grabbed for Seungmin. Seungmin wasted no time climbing back into bed and pulling Jeongin against him.

“I’m here.” He hummed, running his fingers through Jeongin’s hair. “Let’s rest for a little bit before anything else, okay?”

Jeongin hummed in agreement, nuzzling into Seungmin’s neck and feeling his hands rub up and down his back. He lazily threw an arm over Seungmin’s side, cuddling close. He enjoyed the warmth and comfort so much that if he never moved again he thought that would be alright. Seungmin was pressing soft kisses along his hairline and drawing lazily along his back as they cuddled.

Jeongin was a little slow to come down from his sensitivity. His breathing fully evened out as the minutes passed and he focused on the way Seungmin was leaving light touches all over his back and arms, on the light kisses pressed to his face, and on the feeling of Seungmin, still hard and pressed against his hip. He shifted against Seungmin, hearing him try to cover his groan with a cough and it made Jeongin giggle.

“Minnie?” He hummed, pulling back to look at him.

“Yes, baby?”

“Can we keep going?”

Seungmin took a deep breath, clearly very affected by Jeongin’s question. For a moment he closed his eyes, before opening them and studying Jeongin’s expression.

“Are you sure, Innie? You’re feeling okay?”

“I feel good.” He wrapped his arms around Seungmin’s neck and pouted. “Please? I want you.”

Seungmin pressed a kiss to his lips, fully pushing Jeongin onto his back in the process. When he pulled back and was gazing down at him hungry and love struck.

“I really don’t think I can say no to you.” He chuckled.

“Good.” Jeongin hummed, pressing another kiss to his lips. “Just give me everything I want.”

“Always.” Seungmin hummed against his lips.

Jeongin stole a few chaste kisses from Seungmin in the following moments as Seungmin slotted himself comfortably between Jeongin’s legs. He kept his arms around Seungmin’s neck when he tried to pull away, connecting them in even more slow kisses that made Seungmin chuckle. Despite wanting to move on, Jeongin could never truly get enough of Seungmin’s kisses.

Seungmin eventually managed to pull out of the kisses with a sweet smile. He reached over Jeongin and his hand dipped in the bedside table again. Jeongin watched and he felt his heart skip a beat and wings fluttering in his stomach when he saw the condom in Seungmin’s hand. His bottom lip was sore by now but he bit down on it anyway, watching as Seungmin sat back, pumping his cock a few times before rolling it on.

Jeongin’s fingers dug into the sheets, heart skipping erratically in anticipation as Seungmin opened the lube bottle again and coated his cock in a generous amount. Jeongin couldn’t help his giggle, more than half from nervousness. Another made it past his lips as Seungmin caught his eye.

“You’re laughing at me now?” Seungmin hummed, clearly amused.

“You’re using so much lube.” Jeongin mumbled, deciding it was better to focus on that than his nerves.

“Yeah,” Seungmin chuckled, leaning down to kiss his nose. “A dick is bigger than fingers, Innie.”

“I know that.” Jeongin groaned as Seungmin laughed at him. “I’m not dumb.”

Seungmin captured him in a quick kiss that still managed to steal his breath. “I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice was a little more serious when he spoke, pulling back just enough to meet Jeongin’s eye.

“I know you won’t.” Jeongin mumbled, feeling warmth rush up his cheeks. “I trust you.”

Seungmin nuzzled his nose against Jeongin’s. “I love you so much.”

“I-I love you, too.” The words stumbled their way out, still so fresh on his tongue. He wondered if he’d ever get used to them or if it would always feel like the first time.

Seungmin shifted back, taking a pillow with him. He coaxed Jeongin’s hips up and propped him up on the pillow before guiding his legs up over his hips. Jeongin felt his heart running what felt like a marathon as Seungmin leaned over him again, one hand on his cock, bringing his head to tease at Jeongin’s entrance. Jeongin couldn’t help the way his breath hitched and Seungmin watched him carefully.

“Are you still okay?”

Jeongin nodded, trying to take deep breaths and relax despite the nerves and excitement mixing with arousal in the pit of his stomach. Seungmin’s gaze flickered from his face to where he was teasing Jeongin, biting down on his own bottom lip. Jeongin dug his fingers into the sheets again as Seungmin took his own deep breath.

The moan that found its way out of Jeongin was nothing short of pornographic as Seungmin eased the tip of his cock inside. His eyes squeezed shut and one hand found Seungmin’s wrist which was resting next to his head on the bed and he gripped it tightly as he took shallow breaths.

There was still a stretch, despite all preparations. He wouldn’t deny that it stung just a bit, but that was far outweighed by the pleasure it brought him. A wave that washed through his body, making his cock twitch and leak and a tremble run down his thighs.

Seungmin brought his forehead down to rest against Jeongin’s. “Just breathe, baby.”

“G-Good,” Jeongin’s voice sounded breathless as he rocked his hips gently. But Seungmin pulled his hand back to press them down, holding him still. He leaned in to press a kiss in the hollow beneath his ear.

“Not yet, Innie. Let me take it slow, okay?”

Jeongin let out a whimper in reply, opting to wrap his arms around Seungmin tightly as he pushed in just a little more.

It was torturously slow. Despite it being the first time Jeongin wanted more. His body was aching for more. It felt so good to be so full and he desperately wanted more of it. But Seungmin kept his hips pressed down, stopping him from moving and forcing him to take it nice and slow.

Seungmin did his best to sooth Jeongin with kisses. He peppered sweet kisses against Jeongin’s lips as he rocked in gently, keeping his movements shallow and getting just a little deeper each time. Jeongin felt his breath hitch and hiccup with each inch Seungmin sunk into him. The kisses Jeongin returned were messy and distracted but Seungmin didn’t seem to mind.

“You’re doing so well, baby.” He hummed against Jeongin’s lips. “You’re taking me so well.”

Jeongin squirmed under him, whining in response as Seungmin pushed just a little deeper. He wrapped his shaky legs more tightly around Seungmin’s waist, trying to urge him to move more, to move faster. He felt Seungmin tense, trying to keep from moving too much despite Jeongin’s urging.

“Please,” Jeongin had never heard his own voice this whiny. If he wasn’t so absolutely fucked out it would have mortified him. “M-Min- Min-n- nie- Minmin. Please.”

Seungmin dropped his face into Jeongin’s neck, taking a deep breath and stilling for a moment. “You’re making this so hard, Innie.”

“Minmin.” He hugged Seungmin as close as he could as he whined for him. Seungmin pulled back just enough to look at him. Jeongin fluttered his eyes open to meet Seungmin’s gaze, needy but careful.

“Be patient, Innie.” He murmured.

Jeongin tried his best, eyes still pleading with Seungmin for more, nails digging into his back and breath uneven and shuddering. Seungmin nudged his nose against Jeongin’s whispering sweet reassurance and praise to him and he inched in until he finally bottomed out. It felt like an eternity and he was already desperate for Seungmin to move. He didn’t care if he was sore later, he didn’t even care if he could walk. He just craved more.

“Minmin, Minnie,” He whined against Seungmin’s lips.

“Be a good boy for me, okay?” Seungmin hummed, voice a little breathless. “Let me make you feel good, okay?”

“K-Kay.” Jeongin finally gave in, accepting the kiss Seungmin pressed to his lips. He stole another before Seungmin finally started to move.

He was still slow, his hips giving shallow, gentle thrusts, barely more than just rocking into him. It was still enough to feel heavenly to Jeongin though. He let out pretty, soft moans as each thrust brought a wash of pleasure through him.

“Such a good boy,” Seungmin’s voice was breathier than he’d ever heard it and it had more arousal rushing through his body. With each roll of his hips a soft groan found its way off his lips and it was making Jeongin’s head spin even more.

It was positively dizzying. Being so close to Seungmin, feeling so full with waves of pleasure consuming his nerves. Soft groans and grunts hitting his ear and Seungmin’s scent all but encircled him. It had the knot in the pit of his stomach twisting tight again, impossibly tighter than before.

“Min- Minmin.” The newfound nickname made its way off his tongue and Seungmin responded with a hum. “M-More. Please more.” He couldn’t help asking for it. It felt addictive now that he had this and all he wanted was as much as he could possibly handle. He was feeling so insanely good and he just wanted it to continue.

“Okay.” Seungmin said weakly, unable to resist any longer. “Okay, baby.”

His hands found Jeongin’s thighs and he tipped his hips up a little more before pulling much farther out than before. His thrust back in wasn’t much rougher, but it was faster and deeper and had Jeongin’s eyes rolling back immediately.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby.” Seungmin groaned, voice breathy and lips next to Jeongin’s ear as his head fell into the crook of Jeongin’s neck. His only response was babbles of “Seung” and “Minnie” and “Minmin” that fell from his lips. His legs tightened around Seungmin’s waist and he tried to move his hips along with Seungmin’s.

This time Seungmin didn’t stop him, simply going a little harder. Sweet praise and groans were pressed into the skin of Jeongin’s neck as he kept his pace. Each thrust brought Jeongin closer and closer to his edge. This slightly changed angle had Seungmin’s cock hitting the sweetest spot inside of him with each thrust.

His stomach tensed and thighs trembled as he came so so close to his release. His moans climbed higher in his voice, each thrust drawing a pretty sound from his lips. His head was spinning and his fingers clawing at Seungmin’s back, his body tensing as much as it could. The intoxicating sounds falling from Seungmin’s lips, the thick air of the room full of Seungmin’s scent surrounding him.

“So good for me,” Seungmin groaned, pressing a kiss under his jaw. “So sweet.”

Jeongin let out a broken cry as he felt Seungmin’s hand wrap around his cock. He was so sensitive it was nearly overwhelming as Seungmin started pumping, movements slick from how much his cock had been leaking against his stomach.

“Be a good boy and cum for me, baby.”

The cry that left Jeongin’s lips was nearly a scream as he released. String after string after string of hot, thick, cum landed on his lower stomach, dripping down Seungmin’s fingers and making his movements slick as he milked every bit of Jeongin’s orgasm from him. Stars burst behind his eyes and his hips bucked up as pleasure crashed through every one of his senses, leaving him trembling and tingling and babbling Seungmin’s name.

Seungmin followed him, falling over his own edge with a groan, his hips stuttering into Jeongin before he stilled. Even in the throes of his own release he was so aware of how Seungmin’s cock pulsed inside of him with his own release and it only served to give him a new fantasy of being filled with Seungmin’s cum.

Seungmin was panting as he started to come down from his high. He left stray kisses against Jeongin’s skin, flushed and slick with sweat. Jeongin let his hands fall away from Seungmin, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His legs slumped down to the bed as well, eyes still closed even as he felt Seungmin prop himself up.

“Are you okay, baby?” Seungmin hummed.

“Mm.” Was all Jeongin managed in response.

“Okay, love.” Seungmin pressed a kiss to Jeongin’s nose. “I’m going to clean you up, just relax.”

If he had more wherewithal the new pet name would have sent him reeling. But at the moment it was all he could do to smile a little, feeling his heart beat a little harder and face warm a little more from how it had slowly been cooling.

He felt the bed dip as Seungmin moved. He listened to the way he hissed as he pulled the condom off. A few more moments went by before he came closer again, a cool wet wipe swiping over his lower stomach and starting to clean the cum that had pooled on his skin and was trying to escape to the sheet below.

“You came so much for me, Innie.” There was no teasing in Seungmin’s voice, just pure adoration. And after everything, it was that that made him feel his heart flutter. He bit down on his lower lip only to release it quickly with a whimper.

“Don’t bite that, baby.” Seungmin must have been watching his face. “Your lips are all bruised.”

Jeongin stuck out his bottom lip in a pout that made Seungmin chuckle. Seungmin’s hand came down on his hip, holding it down. Jeongin didn’t know why until he felt the cool sensation on his sensitive cock.

His hips tried to buck up, stopped by Seungmin’s hand. His thighs tensed and fingers grabbed at the sheets. Whimpers fell from his lips and Seungmin hushed him sweetly as he tried to finish up quickly.

“I know, I know, baby.” He hummed. “Just a moment.”

True to his word, a moment later he was done. He moved again as Jeongin opened his eyes, still hazy as he tried to find Seungmin. As he climbed back onto the bed he had slipped into a pair of boxers and t-shirt and he had another pair in his hands. Jeongin let his eyes fall closed again as Seungmin eased the boxers up his legs and over his hips.

“Innie, do you want some water or snacks or-”

Jeongin shook his head. “Just you, please.”

Seungmin’s cheeks dusted pink as he gave Jeongin a lovesick smile. “Of course, love.”

He settled in bed next to Jeongin who rolled over, settling on his chest and digging his fingers into his shirt. He nuzzled into him, breathing in the post orgasm scent and feeling so loved and content.

And slowly feeling his stomach drop.

After the high of the night before and the morning he knew the time was ticking to burst their little bubble. Leaving their comfy, love-filled space with each other and going back to the rest of the world. It was a matter of hours at this point and as much as Jeongin didn’t want to think about it he couldn’t help it.

“Minnie?” His voice was incredibly small when he spoke, shrunk much more from anxiety than he expected. Seungmin shifted, pushing Jeongin up so he could look at him properly.

“What’s wrong?” His tone was laced with so much concern it made Jeongin’s heart melt.

“When- After- Wh-What happens? Later?” He wasn’t sure if Seungmin understood his question. It barely sounded like a question to him. But Seungmin gave him a soft smile in response and pressed a chaste kiss to his nose.

“Be my boyfriend?”

Jeongin’s eyes went wide, heart hammering against his chest wall. Despite everything, the question still took him by surprise.

“R-Really?”

“Baby,” Seungmin chuckled. “Do you think after all of that I’d want to stay friends? You didn’t forget that I love you, did you?”

“I don’t think I could ever forget that.” Jeongin mumbled shyly. “B-But you could still- You could love me and not… want me.”

Jeongin felt a hand on his chin and he hesitantly met Seungmin’s gaze, relieved to find it reassuring and full of love. “I want you. I want you today. I’ll want you tomorrow.” He pressed a slow kiss to his forehead. “There is not one universe where I don’t want you.”

Jeongin couldn’t help hiding his face as a blush rushed up his cheeks and his heart positively burst. He nuzzled into Seungmin’s chest, hugging him tightly.

“You promise?”

“I do.” Seungmin hummed. “Now will you answer my question?”

“Yes.” Jeongin said, unable to hold back his smile. “Of course I want to be your boyfriend.”

Seungmin pressed a slow kiss to the top of his head. “I hope you know I’m not letting you go forever.”

“I think I’m okay with that.” Jeongin hummed, hiding his smile in the crook of Seungmin’s neck.

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