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casspurrjoybell-30 · 10 months ago

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Howling Love - Chapter 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Amille Laurent

I'd said this before, I should've know more, now I was being hugged and patted on the back by another obnoxiously large wolf who could break me easily, he had introduced himself as Kyra, the shrieking lady was his mate Bonnie, she was my aunt, whilst he was what we all assumed my uncle, aunt Bonnie was the one with the biological link to dad, since they were siblings but I had no idea till now that my father actually had family here.

"Easy on the pats Kyra," Dad chides as he pulls me away from the not so gentle giant, his olive skin was tanned a bit, with piercing obsidian eyes that really caused one to question if they ever wanted to cross this man.

"He's not fragile Calvin let him see his nephew, you never told us he's so grown up, look at you so beautiful, argh... those curls are to die for," she gushed over me and I just smiled as she hugged and shook me in excitement.

"Bonnie calm down, let him breathe," Dad also intervened and I was so grateful as he pulled me to his side protectively.

"Sorry, it's just you never actually let us see your son, only pictures when he was a kid, then you stopped, which I am angry at you for but just seeing you here, finally... I'm so happy," she expressed and was now crying in dad's arms, I wondered what kind of emotional trip she was on, she had been very excited just now, the switch flipped she's bawling her eyes out.

"She's very emotional, a very very emotional person, she was worse when she was pregnant," Kyra explained with a chuckle and I found myself understanding what he meant, I didn't reply which was why Kyra frowned I was sure.

"You good?" my father asked his sister who nodded with a smile.

"Sorry, I guess I just had it all pent up," she apologized and I understood that even more, I tended to bottle things up when I was in my early teens, until I started talking to my father about it and he helped me through it, bottling things up tended to have a very bad outcome for everyone and yourself involved, I learned the hard way.

[Dad, I'm cold, I don't mind the reunion, can we just do it inside.] I suggested and he nodded.

"Yeah you're right it's getting chilly," he agreed but not speaking and signing had my aunt and uncle perplexed.

"Before you ask, he's capable of everything, he just can't voice out anything," Dad immediately explained.

"Oh, so that's why you..." Kyra began but before he finished I nodded, I knew he was referring to the statement he made I didn't reply.

"Well that's alright, I guess we have to learn sign language to understand you, something new, great," Aunt Bonnie excitedly exclaimed and I chuckled, she really was her own kind.

"Sorry the house is still covered in boxes, someone didn't want to leave anything behind, if he could've boxed the windows, he would've," Dad asserted and I narrowed my eyes on him, quickly went to find my tablet, text to speech came in handy with more people around.

[I didn't want to leave anything behind, you left a quarter of your stuff, then realized one of the boxes you left was important now the movers charged you for it.] I shot back and my aunt along with uncle both laughed.

"Yeah at least I didn't pack a whole box of stuffed animals," he teased and I grabbed Bunny from his clutches.

[Leave my bunny alone.] I glared at him whilst our guests laughed.

"Goddess you two really are father and son, only you would have a sassy kid," Bonnie laughed as she and dad went into the kitchen probably to start on dinner.

[Want to see the game room or my book collection?] I asked my uncle killing the awkward tension.

"Let's see the gamer consoles and I'll beat you at any of the games," he challenged and I grinned.

[You're on.] I replied with my tablet leading the way to the game room.

"Hmm, your dad outdid himself with this game room," he complimented and I smiled nodding, the best thanks I could give.

Soon enough we were playing table tennis on the large two way screen.

"Hah. I won." he cheered as the first round finished, we started again and the next round I won and cheered with a dance of my own, virtual table tennis got boring as we were tied six six, so we decided to race and I eventually won, the reason why dad wont let me drive his car, I always end up speeding.

"You're not bad kid," Uncle Kyra compliments as aunt and my dad both walked into the game room.

"Not even a day here and I've already lost you to our nephew," she sighed dramatically.

"It's not like that babe, well almost not like it, he likes games, pretty good gamer too, I'm sure he loves gardening too meaning we have more in common, if he cooks as great as you, maybe you'll have something to bond over with too," Kyra exclaimed as aunt Bonnie looked to me with hopeful eyes.

"Come, dinner is ready and yeah, he can cook better than me." Dad stated in between a chuckle making my aunt squeal.

"Oh boy," Dad sighed as we all sat at the large dining room table.

"This looks delicious," Kyra commented after Dad said grace.

[It's southern style cuisine, it's supposed to look and taste delicious.] I answered earning chuckles from everyone.

"I'm actually sorry your cousins couldn't come Amille, they've had pack training all week long then catching up with school, it's been crazy," Bonnie stated apologetically and I waved it off.

"Can you fight Amille?" Kyra asked and I nodded with a smile.

I was Alpha Lincoln's special student meaning he just trained me harder than everyone else, one time I broke both my legs, it took a lot of healing serum to have them heal normally, after they healed, he broke my arms again in about four months.

I healed and he drilled me even harder, in the end, it toughened me up, it's why I wasn't easily terrified by wolves as a human, I was trained to kill with much more precision and skill, I'd always be grateful to Alpha Lincoln for that.

"So maybe one day you'll join us," he stated but dad made a growling sound, he was overprotective.

"He is not going to be fighting anyone, he'll be studying, then go to varsity become an IT major or what was that other one?" he asked.

[Architecture.] I signed.

"Yes, architecture and graduate, to live his best life," he corrected and I just ate.

"Oh well, who knows what the future may hold, maybe you'll join us too," Kyra winked at my dad who rolled his eyes diffused of his outburst.

The dinner went well as aunt Bonnie and my uncle helped me understand a lot more about the pack, the school, the city.

I had an inkling that my uncle wasn't just an ordinary wolf, he was the Beta of the pack, it made sense now why we were easily accepted.

Anyway after dinner as dad spoke with my aunt I was bonding with my uncle.

"Don't worry so much about school tomorrow, I'll have your cousins look out for you, if you have any trouble just text me or find me I'll sort it out, I probably need to start learning your language huh?" he stated and I shrugged.

[Not really, I always have my tablet and a spare phone for it with me.] I replied and he frowned.

"I still want to either way," he chuckled and I smiled, the giant of a wolf wasn't so bad.

As the night went on I had to say good night to my uncle and aunt.

"I'll have you over for a sleepover soon sweetheart, goodnight," she promised as I hugged her then hugged my uncle, he was much more gentle this time.

"Hey bud, ready for bed... how did you even get all your stuffed animals up here?" he asked in surprise and I scoffed.

"Amille magic huh?" he teased and I nodded.

"I know you probably have a lot of questions, why didn't I tell you about your family sooner, why didn't you grow up here... I wish it was that simple, maybe it is but I don't have the courage for the whole story, though I'll summarize it, the Alpha of the pack is an old lover, when we were eighteen and he got his mate, I was devastated, I didn't want to be here, reminded of what I had that wasn't mine, so I left, found myself in the Ascender pack, healed and had you, after all these years Bonnie made me realize I needed to come back home, accept what happened and try move on with my life, I don't know if my decision was the right one or not but it's been made, I hope you forgive me for not telling you and just hauling us over here," he explained and all I wanted was to hug my strong dad.

He was brave for trying to move on, not a lot of people tried, they just kept on hating and hurting until it destroyed them.

[I forgive you dad and maybe moving here wasn't so bad, I have the varsity of my dreams closer now and you have your dream job, we both have family closer now, we may not know what tomorrow is like but today, we're happy and safe, love you dad.] I responded as he sniffled and held me in his arms.

"Love you too kiddo, you're so understanding," he chuckled letting me go from his embrace.

"Now off to bed, you and I can't both be late for our first day."

He soothed placing a kiss on my forehead.

[Night dad.]

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mehbzz · 2 years ago

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Chase me Billy, chase me Billy, chase me Billy 🙏 🙏

I started one before I did the Stu version but could never flesh it out properly. It's a little choppy, and not finished but I'm unlikely to do any more with it so as long as you bear that in mind you can have the attempted draft!

18+ Billy Loomis x F!Reader. Hide and Seek/Chase kink, oral sex, knife play, object insertion, a little dubcon. Incomplete drabble.

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“And if I catch you?” Billy looks amused but a little confused as he holds the fake knife in his hand. A prop from your cousin’s old Halloween costume, a plastic well played with child’s toy. It does look dumb, and you do feel a little bit embarrassed at his continued examination of it. “What do I get?”

“Whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?” He raises an eyebrow as he looks at you.

“Yeah?” You’re pretty confident he wouldn’t ask for anything you couldn’t deliver, you would never say it to their faces but you trust him a little more than you trust Stu. “As long as you're not actually you know, wanting to stab me.”

He hums. “Not with this knife at least.”

“We're just full of jokes tonight aren't we?”

He smiles but he's still staring at the knife. You can't tell if he's into it or not.

“I'm not wearing Stu’s dumb wolf mask.” He speaks just as you were about to tell him to forget it and your eyes widen slightly in surprise. “And if I'm indulging your kink for this then you're indulging me later.”

“I-, you don't have to wear the mask. It's fun but not like necessary,” That’s a little bit of a lie, there was something very hot about the mask part and you think Billy picks up on your disappointment as his mouth twitches in a barely concealed smile. “Also you don't have to indulge me. It's supposed to be kinky fun times for us both.”

“Kinky fun times?” He repeats, slightly bemused. “You really do sound too much like Stu sometimes.”

“Billy,” You've still not gotten a yes out of him. “If you don't want to-,”

“Just to be clear,” He looks back down at the knife, flicking the plastic blade with amusement. “You want me to chase you, with a knife.”

“Yes, I-, no, I mean the knife isn’t a needed. Stu didn’t have one, it’s the chase that’s- well its fun, and hot.” His reluctance to say yes or no is giving you a serious hit to your confidence.

“You want me to chase you with a knife,” He repeats. “Because it gets you off.” You blink, unsure of his tone. “You’re fucked up, you know that?”

Oh. That hurts. You look at him blankly as you try to make sense of his words. Outright rejection was not what you were expected. You thought he’d be into it, even Stu said he’d be into it.

“Dress up for me. That white lacy night shirt I gave you. And no underwear.”

“Uh, what?” You’re thrown, confused by the attitude switch. Is he into it?

“When I catch you I want to fuck you. Just like Stu did.”

Fuck. Ok then. “When you catch me?” Your voice is a little shaky, betraying how off kilter you are and you clear your throat. “Confident aren't you. Cocky almost. You need to watch that, it's always the villains downfall.”

“We’re playing hide and seek,” He flips you off as he puts the knife back down on your desk, refusing to respond to your dig. “If you escape the house, you win.”

“Ok.” You nod, excitement making goose bumps breakout over your skin. A little different than what you were expecting but you’re not complaining, it sounds almost in your favour.

“I’ve got something to do first but I’ll be back later.” You nod again, too dumbfounded to do anything else.

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You awake with a jolt. Your room is quiet, not sure what awakened you as you look blearily around. It’s dark, very dark, obviously late. Shit. You finally get some alone time with Billy and you sleep through it? You glance at your clock, suddenly realising why it seems so dark in your room. The display is blank, no red numbers lighting up across its screen. A power cut? You huff as you get out of bed, hopefully the phone line is still working so you can ring him and beg for forgiveness. Promise him some sort of X-rated favours if he’ll forgive you for wasting his time. You yawn as you reach for the sweater on your floor, you had dressed as he had wanted but you felt a little stupid and over exposed now.

The sound of a door downstairs closing has you freezing. Your dad isn’t due back from his travels for another couple of days.

“Billy?” Your voice is quiet, unable to speak up in your surprise. Another sound has you dropping the sweater back down onto the floor, and creeping towards your bedroom door as quiet as you can, ears straining hard for any small noise. There are definite footsteps downstairs.

You hiss his name again, too unsure to call out like you want to. Did the fucker see you sleeping and wait? Are you playing right now? There's a little doubt in the back of your head, a little nagging thought that maybe it’s an actual intruder but you ignore it. Either way your goal is to get out of the house and what you need for that are your keys. The chances of them being by the door where you left them if this is Billy and not a psycho are slim but you take the chance.

It’s dark. Very dark and so quiet as you sneak down the stairs. The doubt sneaking back into your brain. Is he here? Or did he see you asleep and leave and this is just your brain imagining things?

“OK. OK. So either kinky fun times or I'm about to get murdered.” Your fingers tap impatiently on the banister as you try to think of a plan of action. You pause at the bottom of the stairs, squinting as you try to make out the hooks by the door. Your stomach drops even as your heart picks up in nervous excitement when you don’t see silver glinting in the moonlight. The keys are gone.

“Asshole.” You hiss, just in case he is close enough to hear you. You don't need the keys to escape. It would have been easier sure but it's not like your house is Fort Knox. You can do this. The back door is too obvious, taking a deep breath you move towards the laundry room and the garage. It’s probably just as obvious but it’s the best you can come up with at the moment.

He's watching you. You know it. Its quiet enough but there are small quiet noises, singular footsteps every now and then that let you know you’re not alone. It feels somehow more terrifying than Stu blindly chasing you through the woods. Billy was taking his time. He's playing with you.

The remote for the garage door is not where it’s supposed to be, but you don’t let it deter you. Reaching for the buttons on the wall before pausing and cursing yourself. If the power is out like you think it is, it’s not going to work. You’re reluctantly impressed with him for thinking ahead, although if he’s done any permanent damage to your fuse box you were going to kill him.

You eye the dog door sceptically. It's a choice. Definitely not a good one, but a choice nonetheless. You’re not convinced you'd fit and you'd rather not get stuck ass up for him to find, they’d never let you live it down.

A shadow across the garage windows makes you duck down quickly and a door slamming from upstairs makes you squeak. Your hand clapping over your mouth as the footsteps pause outside briefly. Oh that cheating-, is this two against one? Are they both here fucking with you? The footsteps fade and there's no further noise from upstairs. You're tempted to call out but if you're wrong, you're just letting Billy know exactly where you are, so you hold still, counting to a 100 before you stand.

You’re annoyed as you slink back into the kitchen, annoyed and determined. He’s cheating. It fuels your desire to actually win. There had been a small temptation to let him win, but now you know he’s cheating, you’re not going to let him win easily. You can do this. It’s dark but it’s your house. You know where everything is. Up to Dad’s office, grab the emergency key, back down and out the front door, easy peasy.

The figure looming at the bottom of the stairs takes you by surprise, only just getting a hold of your scream before it leaves your mouth. All in black, even his face is covered in what looks like a ski mask.

“Billy?” your voice cracks and you try to swallow down the sudden rising tears. He's standing there silently and it's terrifying.

He tilts his head, the knife tapping at his thigh He takes a step closer and you flinch back hard. You repeat his name but he doesn’t acknowledge you and the doubt from earlier springs back to life so quickly you feel faint. It has to be Billy. It has to be. You don’t have an actual psychopath in your house right?

He ignores your obvious distress and looks down at the knife in his hand, strokes his gloved thumb down the edge of the blade. “Got to escape the house bunny,” The relief at that the confirmation that it is Billy hits you hard, desperately trying to keep calm. “Because if I catch you…” He holds the knife up, it looks to sharp and to clean to be your Halloween prop, and taps the point on his chin as if in thought.

You don’t wait for him to finish. Despite your fear, the fact it is Billy gives you a confidence boost, giving you a little rush of excitement. You bolt running back towards the kitchen. You don’t have much of a plan. Run through the kitchen; try to lose him as you do a loop of the ground floor. It could work.

It fails almost instantly, catching your hip on the corner of a kitchen chair, it makes you falter for all of a second but it’s all that’s needed for Billy to wrap his arms around your waist, his momentum taking the two of you spinning into the wall with a thud.

“You know when Stu said he caught you so easily I didn't believe him,” He huffs into your hair as you try to get him off you but he has you well pinned against the wall, his chest crushing against your back to keep you still. “With all the movies we've watched surely you'd have learnt something but no, you really do suck at staying alive.”

He’s hard, his hips grinding up against your ass before he stops. “I thought my bunny was final girl material, I’m kinda disappointed in you. Just shows how movies get things wrong. You need to learn from them bunny. I’m going to help you with your first lesson. Yo-,”

“Are you seriously monologuing?” You huff and his grip on your arms tightens to the point of true pain as he leans in close to your ear.

“You have learnt that dumb little girls do. Not. Win.”

“Fuck you.”

“Watch your tone slut. Dressing like that, it’s no wonder you’re the victim.”

You don’t apologise, despite the cold fear dripping down your spine. You can’t decide if you’re more terrified or horny, both emotions conflicting so much.

“I caught you, so now I’m going to fuck you,” the knife presses against your spine, gliding down over the curve of your ass. You try to arch away but he presses closer. “Didn't say it would be with my cock though.”

It's not a real knife. You know it's not but when he slides it back up your spine to press against your shoulder blade, fear takes over. He’s too convincing, the words he’s spitting at you, the way he’s holding you, it’s like a whole other person and the tears that were stuck in your throat finally spill over and you begin to cry.

“Are you crying?” He spins you so fast you lose your balance, his grip on you the only thing that stops you from dropping to the floor. “Regretting your choice of game hmmm?” He taps the blade against your cheek, dragging the tip lightly down through your tears. “So pretty when you cry for me baby.”

Billy drags the knife from your cheek to your collarbone. It stings, just barely, but you hold your breath as you try not to move. The knife slides down your chest and his head tilts downward with it, like he's watching the movement. He leans in close as the cool metal drags over your thigh. His free hand curling round your throat making you sob.

"Baby, baby, ssshhhh,” He coos, and you bristle at the patronizing tone. “You lost, it’s ok.” Billy strokes your throat, thumb pressing against your windpipe, his breath eerily calm beneath the fabric of his mask compared to your panicked gasps. He leans down to lick up the tears running down your cheeks, keeping the knife pressed to your thigh as he tugs the thin straps of your nightdress, they snap easily, the fabric pooling around your waist to reveal your breasts.

You whimpered as he moved the blade to trace around your nipple. “Please stop.”

“Please stop,” Billy repeats, his voice mocking with fake sympathy. “No. I won. You said I could do whatever I wanted.” he lent forward, taking your nipple into his mouth and nipping it sharply before letting it go with a happy hum at your moan. “This is what I want.”

Your back arched, trying to follow his mouth and Billy smiled. His cock twitched against you thigh and you knew he was enjoying the sight of you beneath him, of the fear in your eyes, of how vulnerable and at his mercy you were. You weren’t not enjoying it, it was just more extreme than you’d expected. Your gaze flicks to the knife, close up it’s obviously not real, but it’s a lot more intimidating, and a little sharper than the plastic toy. “Open your legs.” You obey without thinking, and he gives you a brief kiss to the top of your nose before dropping to his knees and pressing the blunt blade to your skin once again. His breath hitched as the knife moved slowly down your body, sliding the knife down until the dull point pressed into your abdomen. “You’re wet bunny, you getting off on this?”

You took a sharp breath as you shook your head, your eyes squeezing shut at the pain and pleasure as he pressed the knife harder against you, obviously unhappy with your attempt at lying. “You are fucked up,” Billy lowers his head, and you jolt as you feel his lips against your knee, pressing little kisses up your leg until his mouth stops right over your embarrassingly wet cunt. “It’s why I love you.”

He licks your clit with one slow swipe of his tongue, making you hiss and buck up in to his mouth. He laughs, but continues to circle your clit slowly, your back arching in pleasure. His tongue slides down between your folds and pushes inside you. Your eager noises making him groan as he fucks you with his tongue, fingers digging into your thighs as he presses as deep as he can. Billy withdraws, flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue and drawing it his mouth, sucking on it hard and your desperate moan is echoed by his own.

You’re starting to feel overwhelmed; the forced pleasure, the residual fear and the moans along with the embarrassing wet slurping sounds between your legs seem to echo loudly in the dark kitchen. You forget about the knife, losing yourself in the pleasure he’s giving you until you feel the cold metal pressing between your legs once again.

“Don’t!” your refusal is immediate, not entirely sure what he meaning to do, but you don’t like it.

“Don’t you trust me?” Billy sounds genuinely offended as he looks up at you and you’re forced to stutter out a not very convincing yes. He holds your gaze, his face softening slightly when he seems to realise how worried you really are.

“It’s not real Bunny,” Billy whispers, “Just relax.”

The cold metal of the hilt makes contact with your clit and you yelp in surprise. Billy laughs and presses little harder, drawing little circles around it until you couldn’t stop the moans that were escaping you, hips rocking up into the hilt in an effort to make him move faster. “Fuck bunny you really are-,” He trails off, but he sounds happy, almost ecstatic at your enjoyment.

Billy pushes the hilt slowly into you, your walls clamping around the unfamiliar object. It’s uncomfortable, but not painful.

“Fuck, look at you.” He sounds almost in awe as he begins to fuck you with the handle of his knife, slowly thrusting the hilt in and out of you with ease. “Stu would be creaming his pants right now if he could see this.”

He buries his face back between your legs, pressing the hilt as deep as he can as he sucks on your clit hard, your orgasm slamming into you violently and you scream as your walls clench and spasm around the knife handle.

Billy continues lapping at you until you start begging him to stop and he pulls away, his mouth and chin soaked with your juices. He gives you a smug grin and you feel mortified.

Billy pulls away from you and sits back on his knees. He flicks the knife blade making you whine and twitch as you clench around the hilt again. You whine as he slowly pulls the knife from your soaked cunt, standing and gripping your hair in one hand and holding the knife with the other. “Clean it.” he pushes the handle of the knife between your lips, and he moans as you swirl your tongue around it, pulling you into a messy kiss when he decides you’ve done a good enough job.

You fight back the foolish urge to flee as his hand reaches out to trail his fingers over your scratches on your shoulder. “I caught you,” He keeps a tight grip on you as he tucks the knife into his back of his jeans, like he can tell you’re feeling skittish. “I want my prize.”

You just had your prize you think but you don’t say it and he grunts in approval as you move obediently to your knees. “Stu is playing next time. You can both lose together,” He sighs as your fingers tug at his zipper, one hand stroking gently over your hair in encouragement. “Then I can have two sluts on their knees worshipping my cock instead of just one.”

#billy loomis x reader #poly!ghostface #scream 1996 #billy loomis #stu macher

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sunlightandsuffering · 3 years ago

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I was joking with my friend about how when Eren becomes a doctor, he’s one of those really hot young doctors and nurses are constantly hitting on him like: "Hey doc I think I have something going on down there, could you check? 😉 " and he’s all like, And he's like, "Um I'm a surgeon? Ask your primary to refer you to a gynecologist?" But when Mikasa, who he’s completely obsessed with and has been married to since like…the day after college graduation pulls that he’s all “Oh dear. Let me see. Oh *yes* there is something going on down there. Now how best to treat this?” And proceeds to eat her out. This happens every lunch break.

omg i love the mental imagery lol!! Eren the general surgeon who spends all day elbow deep in people's guts literally comes out to do some paperwork and gets accosted by nurses.

Eren is widely known for being attractive around the hospital, he's a damn good surgeon too, and very professional, but what he is most known for is being too attractive for his own good.

She sees him often as a labour and delivery nurse, she often ends up needing an OR depending on how some births go. So running into the infamous Eren Yeager isn't uncommon, and more often than not it's when the nurses at the desk are flirting with him. It's insufferable to say the least, how these women fawn over him. Eren is usually nothing but professional bordering on mean, but she really wonders how he puts up with it. Today is by far the worst. She's about to head on break, minding her own business, making sure her and Dr. Hanji are booked in for an OR later, they have a scheduled C-section that will most certainly be high risk. The labour and delivery department is just down the hall so she'd stopped by on her way to the break room, ever cautious, double-checking, triple-checking Mikasa Ackerman. It was why despite her young age and it only being her second full year of nursing she was immensely favoured by Dr. Hanji as one of her favourite nurses and was often requested for more difficult births.

Absentmindedly chewing on her pen she looks up to catch Dr. Yeager staring at her, jade eyes sharp as he watches her every move, she can feel his stare piercing through her and she's quick to turn her eyes back down to the OR schedule.

He'd looked like he wanted to say something, looking far too attractive for 3 pm on a monday after being on shift for eight hours already. His typical bun a little messy from being up in a cap for so long, scrubs stained with a little bit of blood and smelling like chemical cleaner and antiseptic, he somehow still manages to look like he walked out of a GQ catalogue. But Mikasa refuses to talk, she won't give him the satisfaction, she'll burst if she says anything to him today, she has things to focus on other than the beautiful doctor in front of her.

But then the younger scrub nurse just has to open up her fucking mouth. It's always the newer ones that are the problem, they don't have any boundaries and think hot doctors are playboys who want nothing more than to sleep through the entire nursing staff. Mikasa bites her lip as the perky little blonde speaks up, "Dr. Yeager great work in there." Mikasa watches the interaction, peaking up from the OR schedule and watches in mild amusement as Eren lets out a deep sigh before turning away from her with a pout. "Thanks Katie, that's just how appendectomies work you know, you remove the appendix, it's not really that difficult."

"Yeah," the girl sighs out like he's done something truly amazing, "But you make it look so easy." "Well i've had a lot of practice," Eren finishes, trying to end the conversation as he looks down at his own paperwork, grabbing a pen from the desk. "You know I um, I've been having a little pain where I think my appendix is, I was wondering if you could give me an exam?" Katie, Eren's least favourite scrub nurse steps around the desk and Mikasa watches, jaw on the floor as this girl pulls up her dark blue scrub top and down her scrub pants, exposing the lower part of her hip and some VERY small pink panties, Mikasa has no doubt it's a g-string. She almost drops the OR schedule and Eren's eyebrows have shot into his hairline. "I um don't think that's appropriate, perhaps your primary care doctor or doctor Erwin would be happy to," Eren fumbles with an excuse as Katie edges closer.

Ignoring his pleas Katie physically grabs his hand and tries to move it to her lower hip around where her appendix is and Eren is struggling to remove himself from the situation as fast as possible.

Mikasa, in her lavender scrubs, signature of the labour and delivery ward, after being at the hospital for nine hours already, helping to deliver multiple babies and working on her anniversary loses it a little bit, she's stretched too thin.

"Katie," her voice is icy, dripping with cinnamon swirled rage as she attempts to accost Eren, "If you would please keep your hands off of my husband that would be great, i'd really appreciate it, especially on our fourth anniversary, it would be truly amazing."

Everyone, Eren included just kind of stares at her, infamous, cold, too good at her job Mikasa Ackerman showing emotion?

Eren lets out a long sigh of relief, ripping his hand away from the other woman like he's been burned, turning to her probably to beg for forgiveness. She doesn't give it to him, holding her charts against her chest, her eyes sharp, "Your office, ten minutes, don't be late." And then as she walks by Katie she stops, adding insult to injury, "And Dr. Yeager if you could bring your stethoscope I'm having some irregularities with my heartbeat, I think maybe I need a full body examination." Eren's face lights up as soon as she mentions it and she can see all the colour fall from Katie's.

"Yes, m'aam."

omg Mikasa in lavender scrubs tho!! 😍😍 she'd be so pretty!!

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i-am-bitterly-jittery · 3 years ago

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On Death's Doorstep (pt 6/?)

now I know what you're thinking: "hey Thursday, what happened to part 5?" I'm not done yet, don't worry about, nothing in that part is needed for this part, and nothing in this part spoils that part

[<<Start],,,[<Part 4],[<Prev],[Next>]

Word Count: 1595

Rating: Teen

Pairings: familial Moxiety, future Anxceit, past abusive Virgil/OC

Warnings: violence, abusive relationship, murder, child abuse, one line of fatphobia, nightmare

You can skip this part if any of that ^ is too much for you, it’s mostly an angsty flashback

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Days tended to blur together for Virgil, he was on call 24/7 — though villains did seem more inclined to strike on the weekend (maybe they had day jobs? It wasn’t Virgil's job to know what villains did when they weren’t actively committing crimes) — which didn’t leave much room for a routine. Patton going to preschool four days a week was the closest Virgil got to having a weekly schedule.

Virgil and Orin didn’t take Patton to his preschool (which was only on the first floor of the building), he had a nanny who took him places and watched him when both his dads were out. They didn’t take him to the park either; no, Agent Sophie took Patton to school every day, she took him to the park sometimes, she took him to the zoo on his birthday…

It wasn’t that Virgil didn't want to take Patton places, he just wasn’t allowed to leave the building unless it was for business.

He wasn’t allowed to do a lot of things.

Virgil was never good at cooking, so, in some ways, it was a relief to have all their meals delivered to them, but in others… Virgil’s dad was a terrible cook too, papa had tried multiple times during Virgil’s childhood to teach both of them basic cooking skills. The only skills Virgil had mastered was boiling water, and how to slice apples; dad always forgot about the water and had almost set the house on fire a few times.

But despite how bad Virgil was at cooking, he missed being with his dads in the kitchen. Some of his best childhood memories were of him and dad sneaking batter out of the bowl while papa tried to make cookies, and it saddened him that he couldn’t offer Patton similar memories.

“What are you thinking about?” Orin’s voice startled him out of his thoughts, bringing him back to their decorative kitchen, in their penthouse apartment, in a city far away from Virgil’s home.

It was Sunday — or at least Virgil was pretty sure it was Sunday — evening; their dinner had just been delivered, and Virgil had been in the middle of plating it when he’d zoned out. The day had been pretty quiet, and it was the first time in a long time that Virgil had gotten to spend the whole day with Patton — Orin had had some other work to do, but he’d been there for breakfast, and had gotten back in time for dinner.

“I miss my dads,” Virgil told him as he resumed separating the salad — which was surely as healthy as it was flavorless — into three bowls. “I didn’t get to see them the last time they were in town because Gemini was robbing that jewelry store.”

“I don’t know what you’re so upset about,” Orin rolled his eyes. “Every time they visit, they just baby you.”

“Being concerned about my well-being isn’t the same as ‘babying’ me.” Orin didn’t get why Virgil’s dads visited so often; he didn’t understand why Virgil wanted his dads to have a relationship with Patton. Virgil had never met Orin’s parents, and his husband never spoke of them, but there was clearly some sort of bad blood there. “Patton, dinner!”

The topic was dropped as the four-year-old came bouncing into the kitchen.

“Do you want your high chair, or a big kid chair?” Virgil asked him. Patton was getting too big for his high chair, but Virgil still liked to give him the option.

“Big kid!” Patton declared, already scaling the side of one of the stools. Orin took a seat in the stool next to him; Virgil ate across from them, standing up.

The salad was as bland as expected, and Virgil felt another sharp longing for his papa’s cooking. Patton’s face screwed up in disgust after one bite.

“‘S gross, daddy,” the toddler whined.

“It’s good for you,” Orin corrected, eating his salad with a perfectly straight face. “It’ll help you grow big and strong.”

“Lemme see what we have to spice it up,” Virgil offered, ignoring Orin’s glare as he opened the fridge.

There wasn’t much in the fridge — some milk, some juice, other beverages — but there were some condiments. Virgil pulled out some that he thought Patton might like.

“Who puts chocolate sauce on salad?” Orin demanded as he scowled at Virgil’s choices. “You’re gonna make the kid fat!”

“Orin!”

“Virgil!” Orin’s hand hit the counter with a loud smack! and a series of cracks spiraled out across the granite.

Virgil flinched, and the subject was dropped; though Orin did allow for a small amount of ranch dressing to be added to Patton’s salad. After Patton was bathed and tucked into bed, the argument picked up again.

“I think we should think about retiring,” Virgil said, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on the dirty dishes in front of him. Orin was a lifer, he’d dedicated his life to military service before he’d been honorably discharged, and now his life was dedicated to the superhero service… ‘retire’ wasn’t in his vocabulary.

A glass hit the wall next to Virgil’s head, shattering a raining broken glass into the sink. Virgil sprang away, dropping the plate he’d been holding into the soapy water.

“WHAT THE FUCK HAS BEEN WRONG WITH YOU LATELY!?” Orin shouted. “You want to retire? And do what exactly? I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Virgil, but you’re bad at basically everything!”

“Well– I mean– I can–”

Orin shoved Virgil, who slammed into a wall. His ribs screamed in protest as the air whooshed out of his lungs. Virgil crumpled to the floor, gasping desperately for oxygen.

“Daddy?” Patton’s voice carried across the room, and moments later, the sleepy toddler shuffled into view. “Papa?”

“GO BACK TO BED!” Orin snapped, grabbing his son’s arm forcefully — too forcefully if Patton’s sudden screams were anything to go by — and shoving him in the direction of his room. Patton stumbled a few steps before tripping and hitting his head on the island.

Virgil saw red and the next thing he knew, he had a frying pan — which, like most of the things in the kitchen, had never been used before — clutched in his hand. Orin’s back was turned to him as he advanced on Patton’s prone body, so Virgil took the opportunity to come up behind him and bring the pan down across his head. The hit sent Orin tumbling to the ground just short of their son (as well as leaving a sizable dent in the frying pan)

“Oh you fucking–!” Orin growled, getting his feet back under him and stalking back towards Virgil.

Virgil swung the pan again, but Orin ripped it out of his hands. Virgil scrambled backwards until his back hit the counter behind him; he had space to run either left or right, but Orin was faster and would probably catch him before he made it very far. Desperately, Virgil reached behind him, hoping to find anything that could help him.

His fingers brushed against the unused — but fully stocked — knife block. He grabbed one at random and brought it around just as Orin began charging. The point of the chef’s knife was pressed against Orin’s chest before either man could fully process what was about to happen.

Orin’s momentum carried him forward and the knife–

Virgil woke with a start; he’d been allowed to heal himself several days ago, but his ribs still cried out against the memory of their injury.

The room was dark, but the heart-shaped nightlight that Serp- Janus bought a few days ago provided enough light for Virgil to be able to see his son sleeping soundly just a few inches away from him. The toddler’s slow and steady breathing was enough to fight off the mounting panic in Virgil’s chest.

Patton is fine. Patton is breathing. Patton is fine.

A broken sob left Virgil’s lips before he could stifle it. Patton’s brow furrowed. The four-year-old turned on his side, still asleep, and stretched an arm out, reaching for his dad.

Virgil took the small hand in his own and felt a wave of calm wash over him. He may be a murderer, but Patton was fine.

Idly, Virgil wondered whether or not Patton had some sort of empathetic powers. He’d have powers, there was no doubt about that, not with two superpowered fathers, but when he started displaying them and what they would be a mystery.

Either way, holding onto his son’s hand slowly but surely brought him back from the edge of panic. Once his breathing was back to normal, Virgil carefully slipped from the bed, and quietly crept from the room.

He’d explored the whole apartment over the last two days, checking every nook and cranny for whatever security measures Dr. Frankenstein had — there were six security cameras in the main living area that would be able to survey the entire space, none in the bathroom, and none in the bedroom; none of the cameras had audio. The only blind spot he’d found was the space above the refrigerator.

That was where he curled up now. They’d know he was here, the cameras would have tracked his path, but Virgil wasn’t trying to hide. Not really.

He needed to be alone — somewhere safe. Nowhere was safe, but at least the fridge offered him a perfect view of the door.

Virgil fell asleep up there, longing to be back in his dads’ house, with his dad laughing about Virgil’s cat-like tendencies, and papa trying to coax him down with the promise of cookies.

~~~END~~~

I don’t think I ever established everyone’s ages so Virgil is 25, Patton is 4, Orin was 33, Janus is 29, Logan is 44, and the twins are 22

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onetwothreefarkle · 3 years ago

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CHARLIE CHARLIE CHARLIE MY RANDOM NUMBER GENERATOR HAS SPOKEN AGAIN: 55. "Stay there. I'm on my way." pretty pretty please i love you 💙

This Part 2! I combined this with another prompt! I recommend reading Part 1 first for more context, but if you read the CW on Part 1 and decide it's not for you, you can probably still read this part and have it make sense. Content Warning for descriptions of injuries and mentions of previous violence. (Part 1)

Seb abruptly to the sound of his phone ringing. He fumbled around on his bedside table for it, still half asleep. He squinted at the screen before answering, and groaned. It was 1:37 AM.

“Hello?” He answered, rolling over onto his back, and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Hey, Seb,” EJ’s voice crackled through the phone. “I’m, uh, sorry to wake you.”

“What’s going on?” Seb asked. There was no way EJ would be calling him in the middle of the night without good reason.

There was a long pause, and Seb could hear the muffled sounds of EJ bickering with someone. Gina, if he had to guess.

“It’s Carlos,” EJ said quietly.

Seb sat up straight, terror thrumming through his veins. “What?!”

“Seb, he’s going to be fine,” EJ stressed.

“Tell me what happened.”

“He was kidnapped by the North Side,” EJ explained. “We got him back, and he’s safe now—”

“Where are you?” Seb jumped out of bed, beelining for his dresser and throwing open the top drawer.

“We’re at the Emergency Room, he’s getting checked out now,” EJ sighed. “But Seb—”

"Just, stay there,” Seb cut him off. “I'm on my way."

“Seb, listen to me,” EJ said firmly. “You need to stay at the farmhouse. We did a lot of damage getting Carlos out of there, North Side will hit back. It’s not safe for you in the city.”

“Like hell. I don't care about my safety right now, EJ. I need to see him, I need—"

"To stay put."

"But Carlos—”

“Will be fine,” EJ insisted reassuringly. “And as soon as we get the all-clear from the doctors, I’ll take him to you, I promise.”

“So, you just expect me to wait around for hours?” Seb crossed his arms. “What am I supposed to do?”

“Try to go back to sleep?” EJ offered.

“Fat chance.” Seb sighed. There was no way he would be able to sleep until he saw Carlos again with his own eyes. “Will you at least text me updates?”

“Of course,” EJ promised. “The doctor’s coming out now, I gotta go.”

Seb set his phone on top of his dresser and sighed. He considered getting dressed, but it didn’t seem worth it, given he was sure they would be going back to sleep pretty soon after Carlos arrived. Instead, he simply shuffled downstairs. He puttered about the house as quietly as possible so as not to wake his family.

He made some coffee, made up the pull out couch in case EJ wanted to crash at the farmhouse, and tried to ignore the fear and anxiety that burned under his skin. All he wanted was to be able to hold Carlos, to reassure himself that his boyfriend was actually okay, to be able to provide the comfort he knew Carlos would need from him after such an ordeal. But all he could do was wait.

After a few minutes of stewing and sipping coffee, he decided he needed to do something to keep busy, so he started cooking. He prepared a big enough breakfast for his entire family and their expected guests. Bacon, sausage, country potatoes, a huge scramble with cheese and onions, buttermilk pancakes, and biscuits from scratch. Everything his mom would’ve made on a Sunday morning. Stirring, whisking, and chopping gave his hands something to do, a place to channel all his nervous energy, and the repetitive nature of the movement was soothing.

Some hours later, he heard a car pull up to the front of the house. Looking out the window through the darkness he could just make out the shape of EJ helping Carlos to the door. Seb dashed out of the kitchen and let them in.

His stomach dropped when he saw Carlos. “Oh, God.”

Carlos’s jaw and cheek were swollen and purple and his glasses were missing, his right arm was in a sling, and his wrists were a screaming red, there were bandages over his neck, and that was just what Seb could see.

“I’m fine,” Carlos said quietly. "It's not as bad as it looks."

“Your boyfriend’s a badass,” EJ informed Seb. “He’s got two cracked ribs and a sprained shoulder. Not a tear.”

"This is all my fault." Seb's chest caved in with an ache he could barely withstand. “I’m so sorry."

Carlos reached out and took his hand. “I knew what I was getting into, Seb. None of this is your fault.”

Seb pursed his lips, believing that about as much as he believed that Carlos was fine. “I made up the couch for you, EJ, if you want to sleep here for a bit.”

“That would be great, thank you,” EJ nodded.

“I also made a huge breakfast,” Seb continued. “My family will be up soon, so if you want to eat before a half dozen Matthew-Smiths descend on the meal…”

“I’m starving.” EJ headed for the kitchen.

Seb turned to Carlos. “Are you hungry?”

Carlos shrugged. “Not really.”

“Come on,” Seb nudged him. “There’s bacon.”

“Okay.” He didn't seem convinced.

Seb lead Carlos to the kitchen and served him up a plate of eggs and bacon and the crispiest potatoes of the batch. For someone who supposedly wasn’t hungry, Carlos cleaned the plate impressively (though he didn’t put away as much as EJ did). Seb nibbled a bit himself, but most of his focus was on Carlos.

“Can we go to bed?” Carlos asked, pushing his empty plate away. “I’m exhausted.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” Seb turned to EJ, who was still munching happily. “Will you let my parents know what happened?”

EJ gave a thumbs up, since his mouth was full of food.

That was good enough for Seb, and he refocused on Carlos. He led his boyfriend upstairs to his bedroom, where he had some spare sweats and an old shirt waiting for him. “Do you need help changing?”

“Uh,” Carlos bit his lip. “Maybe.”

Seb nodded. He removed the sling before carefully pulling off Carlos’s shirt, grimacing at the angry bruises that littered his torso. “Carlos…”

“One of them kicked me,” Carlos admitted. “A lot, I think.”

Seb swallowed down the protective rage that bubbled up inside him, that wasn't what Carlos needed. He slid his softest old Henley over Carlos’s head, helping him wiggle his right arm into the sling. His eyes lingered over the bandage on Carlos’s neck.

“A knife,” Carlos explained. “It’s not a deep cut. I didn't even need stitches."

Seb nodded. “What about your wrists?”

"Rope burn."

“I think I have some salve that might help,” Seb offered. “I can get it for you after this, if you want.”

“Okay.”

Carlos sat back on the bed and Seb pulled his jeans off, saving him from having to bend over or use his injured arm too much. Once Carlos was settled in his borrowed pajamas, Seb darted into the bathroom looking for the salve, grabbing some arnica gel for the bruises while he was at it.

He returned to his bedroom, where Carlos sat on the bed, staring straight ahead. Seb joined him on the bed, sitting across from him.

Seb applied the salve first, slowly and gently.

Carlos hissed at the contact.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

Next, Seb applied the arnica, first lifting Carlos’s shirt to cover the bruises on his ribcage, and then applying some to the bruise on his face. Again, his movements were slow and gentle. Perhaps even more so now that he was looking Carlos in the eye.

“Seb,” Carlos said quietly, voice quivering. “I—“

Carlos began to tremble under Seb’s touch, and all at once, Seb stopped what he was doing.

“Carlos,” Seb took his boyfriend’s shaking hands in his. “You’re not really fine, are you?” Seb phrased it as a question, though he had known the minute Carlos had walked in that he wasn't okay, had seen through the brave face he was wearing for EJ’s sake.

Carlos shook his head. “No.” Finally, he broke, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Hey, hey,” Seb wrapped his arms around Carlos, careful not to hold too tight. “I’ve got you, you’re safe.”

The dam had broken, and Carlos only cried harder, wincing at the pain as each sob wracked his body.

“You’re safe,” Seb repeated, rocking him soothingly. “You’re safe.”

"It was really bad," Carlos choked out.

"It's over now." Seb pressed kisses to the top of Carlos' head. "It's all over."

Carlos clung tightly to Seb, and Seb wished he could hold Carlos back as tightly without hurting him. Instead, he settled for rubbing circles along Carlos' back, and whispering the same comforts over and over again, hoping Carlos would eventually believe them.

Seb let Carlos cry for a while, let him break apart, and held his pieces until he was ready to be put back together. They would have to face a new day in a few hours, would have to deal with what this attack from North Side meant, both for them, as in Seb and Carlos, and for them as in the organization. But right then, the world was dark and still, and all that mattered was that Carlos was here, safe, in Seb's arms.

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laynavile · 4 years ago

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Hi! Heard prompts were open and I'm a bit obsessed with spideypool and their dynamics and your writing is sooo good, so I was wondering if you could write about them with maybe some roleplaying?) it can be any kind you want, make it as kinky as you want to, just pls with Peter as a bottom (I honestly can't see him as anything but) thank you so much for taking the time to take request!

First of thank you so much for the prompt, secondly 🥺🥺 thank you so much for thinking my writing is sooo good.

As soon as I read "roleplay" my brain said doctor/patient 🤷 I wrote over 2k for this prompt then scrapped it--I still have it for another time, maybe--and I rewrote it all.

Warnings : Doctor/Patient Roleplay, Size Kink (only a dash though), Come Eating (kinda? Like Wade licks Peter clean after)

Also posted on ao3 - Dr. Wilson will see you now

Enjoy 😌

"The doctor will see you now." Peter resists the urge to giggle at the silly voice Wade uses--this isn't supposed to be silly, it's supposed to be sexy.

Peter stands up from the sofa and walks down the hallway towards their bedroom, the door is open and everything looks so bright inside. The blankets have been stripped from the bed, all that's left is a single pillow--Peter had requested it be Wade's pillow so he could smell him--in a white pillowcase and a soft white fitted sheet and top sheet. If it weren't for the fact that the bed is king sized or the dresser and bedside tables--Peter could believe it was an exam room, maybe.

Wade isn't in the room, having ducked into the bathroom before Peter started down the hall, "Change into the gown and sit on the bed please, and the doctor will be in shortly." Wade half yells in that silly voice again.

Peter strips out of his jeans and t-shirt, leaving his boxers and socks on before pulling the hospital gown on, he feel a little weird--part of him is nervous, he's never really liked hospitals or doctors, another part feels silly because this all seems a little ridiculous, but mostly there is a nervous excitement pooling in his belly. He sits on the edge of the bed and waits for Dr. Wilson.

He sits there for maybe two minutes before Wade walks in. He has on a long white lab coat, a pair of dark red scrubs complete with a stethoscope around his neck--it's real too, Wade has instead on getting the real deal no matter the cost.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Parker, how are you doing today?" No more silly voice, just his normal voice if not a smidge deeper though.

"Hello, Dr. Wilson, I'm doing okay, just need my sports physical done for school, I really want to run track this year."

Wade puts on a pair of blue nitrile gloves, "Let's get to it then." He places the stethoscope onto Peter's back, "Take a couple deep breaths for me."

Peter breathes in and out a few times before Wade moves the stethoscope around on his back then to his chest. "Lungs and heart sound good."

Wade had purchased a whole set of doctors tools--a percussion hammer, an otoscope, laryngeal mirror, an opthalmoscope, a thermometer and a sphygmomanometer. Peter had asked how and why the hell he had purchased all of them and didn't even want to know how much Wade had paid for them to play. Wade had assured him the cost didn't matter and he wanted everything to be authentic.

Wade checks Peter's temperature next, then looks into his eyes--the whole time Peter can't stop thinking about how Wade has no fucking clue what he's even looking for--he checks Peter's ears and then his throat. "Hmm, I think I'm going to need to perform another test on your throat, seems a little tight in there, need to make sure nothing is swollen." Peter almost laughs.

Gloved fingers trail up Peter's calf and onto his thigh, before moving back down to his knee, "I need you to stay still for me, so I can check your reflexes." Wade picks up the percussion hammer and when Peter least expects it taps his knee, "Excellent." He does the same to the other knee.

Wade takes Peter's blood pressure and he almost complains then--those fucking cuffs get tight.

"I need you to remove your underwear now please, I need to perform a testicular exam as well as a prostate exam."

"Are those necessary for a sports physical?" They'd talked about this, about how it would become sexual and how Wade wanted Peter to ask questions and be apprehensive about the below the belt portion of the exam.

"Absolutely, we need to be sure there are no abnormalities, an unhealthy prostate can lead to urinary issues." And Peter knows that's actually true, he also knows that there is nothing wrong with any part of his body--another perk from the radioactive spider bite, he doesn't get sick.

"You are the doctor and you know best so I guess it's okay." Wade steps back and let's Peter stand. He pulls his underwear down, letting them slip down his legs onto the floor.

"Thank you, now if you would I need you to lie down on your back."

Peter's stomach churns as he lays down, he can smell Wade on the pillow and that comforts him. "Like this?" He asks softly.

"Just like that." Wade's gloved fingers touch his thigh first, sliding upward towards his soft cock. The gloves feel strange--foreign against the skin of his balls, Wade holds them between his fingers, pressing softly, rolling them in his hand. "Feels normal."

He traces the head of Peter's cock with one finger tip and hums.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong, no need to worry, I just need to see." He lifts the gown, folding it up and over onto Peter's belly when the cool air of the apartment touches his cock, he shivers.

Wade takes Peter's soft shaft into his hand, fingers wrapped around it, "Tell me, Mr. Parker, have you experienced any difficulty in getting an erection?"

"No, not at all, but Dr. Wilson, what does that have to do with running track?"

"Sexual health is important, you're young, still developing, we need to make sure everything is working." Wade pauses, looks into Peter's eyes, silently asking if he's okay, Peter nods and Wade continues, "I'm going to need a semen sample."

"Y-you want me to jerk off?" He feigns confusion.

"If you'd rather, otherwise I can stimulate you and collect the sample that way."

"You want to do that? I-is that something you can do?" Peter's cock twitches in Wade's hand.

"After the prostate exam, if you'd like me too."

Peter blushes--he's not embarrassed to be doing this with Wade, he's embarrassed because they sound like a cheesy, bad porno. "Thank you, Dr. Wilson, that would be very helpful."

Wade smiles, and reaches over to the bedside table to grab something Peter hadn't noticed before, a white and blue tube of surgical lube. "I need you to bend your knees, feet flat onto the bed, and let your legs fall open naturally."

Peter moves, he feels so exposed to Wade, it excites him.

He squirts a small amount of the lube onto one of his gloved fingers, he rubs the lube against Peter's hole, before applying more lube to two of his fingers. "Try to relax, breathe slowly and evenly." He presses the tip of one finger inside Peter's tight hole.

He tries so hard to relax, but it feels so good and Wade has barely even penetrated him yet. His cock instantly begins to fill.

"Perfectly natural reaction." Wade says as he slides his finger further into Peter--he knows how much Peter can take and how quickly--after a few moments of adjusting Wade begins to work his second finger inside Peter.

He whines, totally involuntarily. "Tell me, Mr. Parker, are turned on by anal penetration?"

"Yes." He whispers.

“Can I tell you a secret, Mr. Parker?”

“Uh, sure.” He says, voice cracking slightly when Wade touches his prostate.

“It turns me on too, especially when I’ve got a gorgeous twink like you beneath me.”

Peter gasps, in fake shock but more so from the pressure Wade is applying to his prostate, his thumb pressing against Peter’s perineum. “Dr. Wilson, i-is that an appropriate thing to say to your patient?”

“Probably not, no, but I think you like it. Just look at how hard you are.” He picks the lube up with his free hand popping the flip cap and squeezing it directly onto Peter’s throbbing, drooling cock. He wraps his gloved fingers around Peter’s shaft--Peter’s hips jerk up chasing friction.

Wade pumps his fingers in and out, alternating between applying lighter and harder pressure against his prostate. Peter gets progressively louder the longer Wade strokes his cock, and fucks him with his fingers. “Mr. Parker I think we need to find a way to occupy your mouth, you’re getting a bit loud, we wouldn’t want to draw anyone’s attention, now would we? You’re liking this too much to stop now.”

Peter bears down on Wade’s fingers, hips jerking, “No, no, please don’t stop, Dr. Wilson. I can be quiet, I promise.” Peter begs, he doesn’t want Wade to stop.

“Next time you get loud, I’m gonna have to shove something in your mouth, Mr. Parker.”

This too is something they’d talked about, they both love when the other gets loud, they want to hear all the noises, but in this specific scene, Wade had suggested maybe they keep quieter, pretend there were other people in the office that could hear them and catch them--Peter had never really thought of himself as an exhibitionist, but the simple idea of other people hearing them, seeing them, catching them, turned him on more than he thought possible.

“I’ll be good, I promise, Dr. Wilson, oh, oh, fuck.” Peter tries so hard to stay quiet, but Wade is just too good, he knows exactly how to touch Peter to get him off. Peter practically writhes. He loses it when Wade pushes a third finger into him, his rim stretches and it burns a little, but the pressure of three fingers inside of him feels incredible. He wants more, and he wants it now, but he doesn’t want to upset Wade by ending this too quickly.

“Mr. Parker, what did I say?” Wade releases his cock, and pulls his fingers out of Peter, his hole clenches over and over trying to close onto something solid again.

“No, no, I’m sorry.”

Wade pulls the gloves off and tosses them, they land somewhere on the floor. He pulls his scrub pants down just enough that his cock springs free, Peter practically drools at the sight--Wade is big, like so fucking big that the first time they fucked Peter was convinced it was never going to fit, now he can get Wade’s entire cock down his throat. But it’s not just Wade’s size that makes Peter drool--a lot of people are turned off by Wade’s scars and while Peter isn’t fetishizing them, he finds them sexy, and it’s not just the way they make his skin look so unique, it’s the feeling of them, everyone always seems to think Wade’s scars will be rough and flaky or whatever, and yeah there are days where his skin gets extra dry and can crack and bleed and hurt really bad, but most days his skin is so soft, like silky almost, they’re raised up enough that Peter feels them constantly when they’re having sex and he loves it. Wade is always so self-conscious about them, Peter always tells him how beautiful he is, how handsome, how incredibly sexy.

Wade climbs onto the bed with Peter, next to his head, he nudges his cock head against Peter’s lips, leaving pearlescent smudges. “Open up, Mr. Parker.”

Peter’s lips part, Wade feeds his cock into Peter’s willing mouth. His tongue swirls around the head as it passes over his tongue.

When the head of his cock touches the back of Peter’s throat and he doesn’t gag, Wade praises him, “Good, very good, Mr. Parker. I don’t know why I was ever worried there might be something wrong with your mouth or throat.”

Peter doesn’t want to stop this, he really doesn’t but he’s getting impatient--he wants dicked down, and he wants it now.

Peter pushes Wade back, his cock pops out of Peter’s mouth--a string of saliva connects his lip to the tip. “Fuck, fuck, Wade, I’m sorry, chicken salad.”

They’d agreed on an outrageous safe word for this specific scene, normally they just used the colors, but for this they’d decided to have a different word as well to signify that they wanted to end the specific scenario but not end the sex.

Wade backs off, “No, baby boy, no need to apologize. That’s what the word is for, you okay though? Color?”

“Green, Wade, so fucking green. I need you to fuck me now.”

Wade kisses him before moving to strip, Peter grabs his wrist, stopping him.

“What are you doing, get your cock back here and fuck me.”

“Lemme get naked, Webs.”

“Nuh-uh. Just because I wanted to stop, doesn’t mean I want you to take the outfit off, it’s hot on you, besides, I sorta really wanna ruin it.”

“Say no more, baby boy.” Wade climbs between Peter’s legs, kneeling with his thighs on his calves, he pulls Peter down to him, lifting his legs up over Wade’s thighs to wrap around his hips. He grabs the surgical lube, spreading it over his spit slick cock.

“Hurry up.”

“Don’t rush perfection, baby boy.” Wade pushes inside and both moan.

Peter immediately starts trying to fuck himself down onto Wade’s cock, Wade grabs his hips, pulling him and pushing him--rhythm the opposite of his thrusts so that he never truly pulls out of Peter.

“Fuck, Wade.” Peter grabs at Wade, blunt fingernails bite into the muscular flesh of Wade’s biceps.

Wade’s thrusts become a bit erratic--he’s going to come, Peter’s sure of it.

“Come on, Wade, gimme your cum, fill me up.” He bears down. One of Peter’s hands leaves Wade’s bicep, to wrap around his neglected cock, his strokes are lazy and slow, he wants to feel Wade’s cum, hot inside of him before he orgams.

One, two, three, five, six, seven, ten, eleven, twelve, on the thirteenth thrust, Wade pushes in deep--he’s coming. Peter can feel it, hot and wet inside of him. Wade moans out a mixture of Peter’s name and fuck.

Peter starts stroking faster, Wade stills for a moment before picking up speed again, fucking into Peter quick and hard.

“Ah, ah, Wade, ‘m gonna come, fuck.” Peter’s thumb swipes across the head of his cock, he squeezes lightly, the first spurt makes it all the way to his chest. When all is said and done his hand and lower belly are quite messy. Wade hasn’t stopped thrusting, though now the movements are very small, he takes Peter’s messy hand into his own and begins licking it clean. Once his hand is sufficiently cleaned off, Wade slowly slides out of Peter, then down onto the bed, licking Peter’s chest and belly clean. He moves lower, gentle little kitten licks on the head of Peter’s spent cock, then lower still to Peter’s aching, puffy, hole--he laps hungrily at his spunk as it leaks out of Peter. He eases his tongue inside, making sure to get it all. Peter trembles beneath him, moaning half pleasured, half pained.

Wade sits up, looks at Peter, licks his lips, “Love you, baby boy.”

“Love you too, Wade, now get naked, and cuddle me.” Peter is somewhat grateful the hospital gown Wade had purchased was one with just ties on the back, he slips out of it easily.

Wade climbs off the bed, nearly falling flat on his face, he drops the lab coat to the floor, pulls the scrub top over his head and tosses it, he pushes the scrub pants down his legs and steps out of them. He crosses the room and pulls open one of the dresser drawers and pulls out a fleece blanket, he grabs Peter’s pillow from the chair in the corner and goes back to the bed, he lays Peter’s pillow next to his own, he lays down and drapes the blanket over them both. Peter snuggles up to him laying his head on Wade’s chest and yawns.

“Aw, did I tucker you out, Webs?”

Peter laughs, and yawns again. “I think so, doctor.”

Wade laughs before kissing the top of Peter’s head. “Get some rest, baby boy. Doctor’s orders.”

He’s just starting to fall asleep when suddenly, “Oh, shit, Wade, did I pass my sports physical?”

"Sure, baby, you passed."

"Good, oh and next time, I get be the doctor." Peter laughs, sleepily.

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One more thing if anyone can figure out where the safe word came from, I will love you forever 😂

And a word of warning, I know fuck all about medical stuff so like quite inaccurate on that front, though all the tools mentioned are real, I did a little research.

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azulafangligo · 4 years ago

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Flameo! This is my first post for @azulaweek and on tumblr overall. I wrote some fanfic for day 1.

Second chance

It was a warm, sunny day in the Fire Nation. The streets around the Royal Palace were crowded with hundreds of people, cheering and applauding. Apparently the Crown Princess returned from a mission and the citizens were welcoming her home. Chan didn't really care. He was, of course, loyal to the Fire Lord and the princess like all civilians and soldiers, but he didn't worship them or anything like other fanatics did. They were the leaders of their nation, leading them to glory, prosperity and happiness. He respected them and appreciated their efforts, but that was it. He would bow before them if he had to, but he wasn't interested at all in seeing them or knowing anything about them. He didn't have any interest in politics or in the leadership of the country, even though his father was an admiral and all he did in the little free time he had with his family was chatter about the war and about politics. Chan made his way through the crowds, pushing and shoving when someone didn't get out of the way. He was going to meet with Ruon-Jian and some of his other friends at a restaurant a few blocks away. If he could get there. There's so many people here! I'll take me at least a day to get there! he thought, frustrated.

"Excuse me," he told a man in front of him who was obstructing his way. Chan feigned a cough to get his attention.

"Excuse me!" he said again. That was it. He shoved the man aside and continued walking.

"Hey, watch it!" the person said. Chan rolled his eyes in annoyance and didn't turn back. After more swimming through the unending waves of people, his mind took him back to the night when he kissed that girl on Ember Island. A weak had passed since that party where she and her friends destroyed the stuff in his house. His father had been so mad and punished him severely. He thought he'd never hear the end of that one. He barely managed to leave home for a couple of hours and come here. That girl had gotten him into a lot of trouble and she'd also sacred him with her firebending and all that "We will be the strongest couple in the universe! We'll dominate the Earth." thing. Like really, what was that all about? But, even so, he couldn't manage to get her out of his mind. He was always thinking about her. He wanted to forget her, he really did, but he couldn't. She was stunning. He'd never seen a girl more beautiful than her and he had quite a lot of experience if he did say so himself. He should be angry at her, but when he thought about the destroyed house, the only thing that came to mind was her sweet, soft kiss. That moment when their lips touched had been magical. Chan had to admit that, at least to himself. I'm stupid… and crazy, but… I love her. She creeped me out, but I think I kinda like that in a way… and I just can't be mad at her for getting me punished and yelled at by dad. Well, that doesn't matter now. She didn't even tell me her name and I'll never see her again. Besides, she seemed like someone who really cared about her image. I embarrassed her by leaving her, even though no one saw that. He started feeling very regretful. What he'd give to see her again, to be able to talk to her and ask for a second chance. And this crowd is too loud and it's suffocating. I can barely hear my own thoughts. The Royal Palace was about a dozen metres away to his right. Horrible moment to be there with all this agitation.

"Here comes the princess!" someone in front of Chan yelled. His ears were suffering horribly as the cheers got even louder. Beyond the sea of heads before him, he saw the princess's palanquin. The servants caring it stopped in front of the palace gates as they were opening. A man came to the side of the palanquin to greet the princess. He was a highly decorated officer by the looks of his uniform, probably a colonel or general. The princess raised the curtain to salute him back… Chan couldn't believe it. It's her! It's her! But… how? She didn't tell me she was the princess. This is impossible! I almost got together with the Fire Lord's daughter! I'm surprised she didn't kill me for leaving her… She was pretty far away, but he was sure it was her. Without thinking, Chan rushed ahead, almost knocking down the people in front of him and getting a few not-exactly-nice words in return. He ran forward, toward her, pushing and shoving everyone in his way. He almost reached her, just a few metres… Suddenly, he was almost knocked off his feet as a royal guard pushed him back in line with the others.

"Keep the distance," he said commandingly.

"But I have to talk to the princess! Please," Chan stepped forward, only for the soldier to shove him back again.

"Stay in line, citizen. I'm not telling you nicely again."

"Please, I need to-," Chan began

"Yeah, yeah, everyone wants to talk to the princess, I know," the guard cut him off. It was too late-the gates were closing behind the palanquin. That's it. That was the only occasion to say sorry and tell her how I feel. I'll never be able to talk to her again… He felt hopeless and he hated it. He hated that stupid guard, but, after all, the man was only doing his job, and Chan had to admit he did look like just another crazy fan of the Royal family.

Now the masses of citizens were beginning to dissipate. The guard that stopped Chan for talking to princess Azula-he finally knew her name now-as well as the other soldiers, were also moving away and positioning themselves at the gate to guard it.

Well, he was late already late for the lunch with his friends, but he wasn't a punctual person anyway. Now that he was starting to think about it, running like that toward the princess and trying to pass by that guard had been really reckless… and crazy. He should just forget it. He'd gotten what he'd asked for, he can't deny that. But… the princess? I'm the son of an admiral, that's a really big deal, but I'm nothing compared to her… HeHe hated giving up, accepting defeat. He should just be grateful she didn't kill him on Ember Island for leaving her completely alone on that balcony, during the night. I should just go to the restaurant, meet with my friends and forget all about this. She's the Fire Lord's daughter… and I already dumped her. How could have I been such an idiot? Not only that she's pretty much one of the most important and powerful people ever, but… she's wonderful. I love her. I really do. I missed the chance to be together with such a beautiful girl. She still scared him. Even more so now. But, he had to admit it made her very interesting and unique from all the other girls he went out with. That was really great. A normal person would back away from trying to get involved in a relationship with the princess. But if anything love did, it was making people not normal at all. This could, and probably would, end very badly, but Chan was a ladies man. He wasn't going to give up on the princess. If anyone could charm her, it was him.

Chan entered the restaurant and scanned the large room. Ruon-Jian and the others were sitting at a table in the far right corner. As he reached them, Yuo, the joker of the group, smiled sarcastically at him and said, "You're early."

"Hello to you too," Chan said, also sarcastically. "Man, it's a mess in the city. The princess returned and everyone was looming on the streets. I could barely breathe between all those people. Not to mention all their screaming and applauding."

"Yeah, that's why we came here earlier," Rua, the most cheerful of them. She was a beautiful girl, but Chan only thought of her as a friend. He'd known her since they were five years old. "We already ordered for you," she continued and gestured toward a bowl with noodles and vegetables in front of the empty seat next to Tuya, the most talented and creative of the group. She was a great singer, but she was also interested in fashion.

"Thanks," Chan said as he sat down to eat. "Guys, I gotta tell you something," he said. All of them turned their attention toward him, curiosity covering their faces.

"Do you remember that girl I kissed at the Ember Island party last week?" Chan asked.

"Sure," Ruon-Jian asked, raising his eyebrows. "The one that destroyed your house with her friends and scared all of us outta there. Pretty hard to forget her. Didn't you say she creeped you out with her firebending and all that nonsense about ruling the word. How crazy is that? I heard a lot of weird stuff, but never anything like that."

"Well, you're right," Chan admitted, "but, I can't stop thinking about her. I really love her. Oh, and she's the Crown Princess. The Fire Lord's daughter. That's why she said all that stuff about dominating the planet." All of them were shocked and stared in surprise and disbelief. Yuo spit the food he was chewing on the floor.

"What?" he said. "Princess Azula? At our party? And you almost got together with her? And then dumped her? Wow, your an idiot, Chan. She's like the richest, most influential person in the world! If she had a boyfriend, man, that guy would become prince at some point and could have everything he wanted.

"I know, I know," Chan said. "But my family has a lot of money too and I have pretty much everything I want, or at least I did before dad almost threw me out after the house was ruined. The point is, her status is great, but that's not why I want to be with her. I love her and I'm starting to think that a girl who can scare me like she did is pretty cool."

"Chan, you're out of your mind," Ruon-Jian said bluntly. "I know you think you can get any girl you want," he glanced at Rua and Tuya, "no offense. Anyway, you can't be together with the princess. You're lucky she even noticed you, not to mention liking you and not killing you for leaving her. You broke her heart and she still let you live. Man, she must've really been in love with you and all you did was-"

"Ok, ok!" Chan cut him off, annoyed. "I know I screwed up, but maybe she still has feelings for me. I mean, letting me walk away with my head above my shoulders after that is a big deal."

"I agree with Ruon-Jian," Tuya said. "I'm sorry to say it, but it's a horrible idea and you're gonna end up dead."

"Forget her," Yuo said. "They're right. It's not gonna turn out well."

"I can't," Chan said frustrated. "What you're saying is true, but I just can't stop thinking about her. I have to try talking to her."

"She's going to kill you," Rua said."Come on, Chan, we're your friends. We wouldn't want anything like that to happen to you."

"I wouldn't want that either, but I can't help it. I need to go to her, apologise and tell her how I feel."

"I'm telling you again," Ruon-Jian replied, "if you go to her, you're dead. And what are you gonna do anyway? Call her name at the palace doors?"

"I don't know," Chan said. "Maybe."

The sun shone high in the cloudless morning sky. Zuko didn't sleep well at all. He couldn't forget what he did in Ba Sing Se to his uncle. No matter how hard he tried to convince himself uncle was a traitor, he couldn't escape his… his guilt. Uncle Iroh's face when he decided to join Azula always came before his eyes when he tried to sleep. And it wasn't an angry face-it was far worse. It was a sad, disappointed face. But that was in the past. He shouldn't let that ruin the present. It was a beautiful day and the best part was that he was going to see Mai today and spend some nice time with her. Azula and him would meet her and Ty Lee at Mai's house. She'd help him forget all these miserable feelings. Zuko hadn't seen Azula this morning. She was probably still sleeping, but they agreed with Mai and Ty Lee to meet them in half an hour. He didn't want to be late when he'd see his girlfriend. The prince was ready to go. He just needed to wake Azula up.

Zuko walked through a couple of corridors until he reached his sister's room. He slowly opened the door and peeked inside, realising he had been right. Azula was sleeping soundly. He walked to the side of her bed and looked at her face for a few seconds. Her expression was so calm and innocent. Zuko smiled at his sleeping sister. Even after all the things she'd done to him, he still loved her and cared about her. He felt a little sorry to wake her up, but he had to, so he tapped her gently on the shoulder and said softly, "Wake up, Azula. We have to go."

She half opened her eyes and looked at him.

"Good morning, Zuzu," she said with a muffled voice as she was rubbing her eyes.

"Good morning," he said. "How did you sleep?"

"Really good, though I could've done without you waking me up," Azula answered yawning. "I'll go get dressed and put some makeup on."

"I'll wait for you at the palace gates," he said and started toward the door.

As Zuko left her room, Azula slowly got up from her bed and stretched her back a little. The princess had slept deeply and was well rested, ready to start her day. She stretched her back a little and stepped toward the wardrobe, opening it and taking out a kimono. She put it on and tied her hair. Then, she got to the mirror, washed her face and put makeup on her eyelashes. She blinked twice, making sure it was perfect and headed out.

It wasn't a very long way to the gates, but it wasn't short either. She enjoyed taking a breath of fresh air as she entered the front yard and continued toward the palace entrance. The sun rays were bathing her face and hair. They were so warm and gentle. She closed her eyes for a moment and just stood there under the sun's caress. It was very pleasant and relaxing. After a few moments though, she started walking again.

At the gates, there were eight servants waiting and two palanquins. Zuko was already seated in his, so Azula entered hers and pulled the curtains.

Chan reached the Royal Palace's gates. He knew he wouldn't be allowed to talk to Azula, so he wrote her a letter. He'll ask a guard to give it to her. Normally, no soldier would agree, but Chan will use his father's name so a firebender would do him a favour. He'd also bought her a very expensive and exotic necklace. It was a remarkable example of wonderful craftsmanship. The gold it was made of matched her beautiful, bright eyes perfectly and the red jewels it was decorated with would fit perfectly with her red clothes. Well, everyone in the Fire Nation wore red clothing, but the point is the necklace would be perfect for Azula. Chan was aware that she had access to the most expensive necklaces and jewelry in the world, but the one he bought her wasn't pretty close to the top.

There were four Imperial Firebenders at the gates led by an officer. Chan could tell he was a lieutenant, because his chest and shoulder armour was black. Other officers in the Royal Procession had more or less black and gold on their armour, depending on their rank.

Chan took two more steps before the lieutenant came forward.

"That's close enough, citizen. Turn back now," he said holding his palm forward.

"Hello," Chan began. "I would like to-"

"I said turn back," the lieutenant cut him off, in a louder and menacing tone. He quickly took a fighting stance as did the soldiers behind him.

Chan swallowed hard. These men were frightening and deadly, but he wouldn't back away. At least not until he did everything he could.

"Please, I need your help. My dad's an admiral and-"

"That's great, kid, but I don't really care. Get him out of here," the lieutenant ordered and motioned toward his soldiers. Two of the man passed him by and grabbed Chan's arms tightly. They started walking away from the gate and dragging him after them.

"Please! I need you to give this letter and necklace to the princess!" Chan said. He was struggling to get free, but the firebenders' grip was to firm, even for a strong man like him. "Everyone wants to give gifts to the princess. Don't you people get it? The Royal Family doesn't have time for your nonsense," the lieutenant said mockingly. Chan was beginning to lose any hope of making it up to Azula when suddenly the palace gates opened. The lieutenant and the other two guards turned to see who was coming out and immediately bowed before two palanquins carried by servants.

Chan felt a rush of happiness as he thought that Azula was likely in one of the two palanquins. The curtains from both carriages were lifted and both passengers looked confused outside. He was glad to see one of the two to be Azula and surprised that the other was that guy he and Ruon-Jian kicked out of the house during the party. Azula did say he was her brother after all. Oh dear, I threw the Fire Prince out of my house… and he didn't kill me on the spot either. Man, these two are the members of the Royal Family and had been kind and I was a jerk to them. I acted horribly. Even if they got me into trouble. He started to think he should just be grateful he wasn't dead and leave, but no. This was his chance. He'd take it.

"What's going on here?" the prince asked, annoyed.

"Prince, princess," the lieutenant greeted them. Chan couldn't see the man's expression behind his helmet, but he sounded anxious. He had to smile at that. Now that rude idiot became a respectful servant. "My men are taking this stupid citizen a few streets away from the palace. Just another fan who wanted to speak with you, princess. Like you had time to waste on something like this."

"That's Chan from the party at Ember Island," Zuko told Azula, a note of contempt in his voice.

Azula stared at Chan in surprise. She couldn't believe it. She was surprised he was stupid and defiant enough to come to the palace and demand to see her. It was unacceptable. Azula felt a powerful rush of anger run through her. The princess was outraged by his insolence. How dare he come here? No people are allowed in the palace, especially him after what he did… He humiliated me! I… really felt something for him. It was the first time I ever fell in love. And he just left me, the princess of the Fire Nation and a perfect girl whom every men would yearn to be together with! How ungrateful could he be! He stained my image! I should've killed him then and there, but I let him walk away, because I still loved him for a short while. And now he has the guts to come here? This shouldn't go unpunished.

The guards were continuing to drag Cahn away.

"Princess Azula, please hear me out! I'm so sorry about what I did. I was an idiot. I love you and I came to ask for your forgiveness."

Those last words touched a sore point. The images of how he left her on, that balcony, alone, were replaying through her mind. She pretended to laugh at his stupid jokes as Ty Lee had told her. Then, she said his arms looked very strong and they kissed.

Azula was now staring at a random spot, her eyes very distant as she was deep in thought and unaware of what was happening around her anymore.

Chan told her she was pretty. No one had ever made her such an honest and selfless compliment. Her father complimented her often, but that was because she was the perfect daughter for him. It was the least he could do and he still said those things only as long as she met his expectations. She always will, but his praise wasn't coming from an unconditionally loving and caring parent. Mai and Ty Lee also complimented her, but as friends. It was very different from the words of a lover, who would appreciate her far more and in a special way.

She had been really happy to hear Chan say that. That sensation, plus the exhilarating idea of someone loving her and wanting to make a couple with her got her carried away and she said they'd rule the world together. Maybe it hadn't been the best thing to say, but she just couldn't control what she said, only thinking about how great she was feeling. However, it really had been the best thing someone could offer you and that fool just got scared by a few words and a little fire. Pathetic.

In a corner of her mind, Azula was aware that Zuko had just asked her a question, but she couldn't hear him as she kept following her line of thought.

Chan should've thanked her bowing. This made her really angry, but also sad. She hated to admit it, even to herself, but he'd broke her heart that night and she suffered. It didn't that the feeling only lasted for a short time. It had been horrible. Maybe worse than even having to see everyday that mom loved Zuko more…

"Azula?" Zuko asked. Suddenly, she woke up from her reverie and shook her head.

"What?" she replied confusedly.

"I asked you what you want done with him," he said, nodding toward Chan. "His here for you, so it's your decision."

"I made a wrong choice and I regret it," Chan continued. The guards had dragged him about ten metres from the gate already and he kept struggling to get free, even though it was useless. "I can't stop thinking about you. I was so ungrateful for the opportunity to spend time with you and thank you for not killing me. I'm so sorry! Please, give me a second chance!"

Azula shouldn't even think about it. She already moved on and he didn't deserve anything. The princess was still surprised he dared to come here in the first place. She should probably order the firebenders to kill him, or do it herself. Azula opened her mouth to give the order, but something stopped her from speaking. She saw Chan's expression. He was pretty far from her, but she could read him well enough. To her disbelief, there was only truth in his eyes. He was honest with what he was saying. He… really loved her. No, my mind is playing tricks on me. It's impossible. But maybe… this is what I want to see? It doesn't matter, he's lying. He can't be telling the truth. If he loved me he wouldn't have left me. No matter how hard she tried to convince herself Chan was lying, she couldn't. She wanted to believe he was just faking. She didn't want to get hurt again. He was just playing with her. Of course he wanted to be with her, she was the princess.

"You're lying! You're a filthy liar! Sure you love me. Anything to be the princess's boyfriend. You just care about my status," she was trying to be calm, but she couldn't hold back her surge of anger.

"No, I don't care about that. My family is reach. I have everything I want. Why would I need more? I want to be with you because of how you are-amazing-not who you are," Chan said.

"Don't you think you've done her enough harm?" Zuko cut in."You had your chance and you missed it. Leave and never come back here again!"

Azula didn't need Zuko to stand up for her, but… she liked it in a way. There was a chance that, even with all his flaws and weaknesses and with the fact that he was inferior to her, he still cared about her. Zuzu really loved her. I may be better than him at everything, but maybe he isn't that pathetic after all. Thinking back to the current situation, she had to admit Chan had a point. Although she'd be surprised if his parents still fed him after what she, Zuko, Mai and Ty Lee did to his house-Azula had to smile at that memory-he had a point. His parents probably forgave him and he was just punished. This was just temporary and he'd get all the money and things he wants again in the near future. Azula didn't want to be hurt again and she couldn't believe her decision. It's stupid. It doesn't make any sense, but… I'll hear what this peasant has to say. Somewhere deep down, she knew she still loved him and wanted him to be honest, but she despised these feelings. Love makes you weak. I don't need it. I have my friends and that's enough. I could also do without them if I had to. Still, my heart keeps telling me to hear him out and I can't make it shut up… I just want this to be over with.

"Guards, release him," Azula said. The two men immediately let Chan go.

"Thank you," he said. "Again, I apologise-"

"Shut up already," she told him. Her eyes were closed and she put to fingers on her temple in a sign of tiredness.

"I guess I'll just leave you two alone," Zuko said. "I'll tell Mai and Ty Lee you're busy. The servants caring his palanquin started walking away from the palace. Azula exited hers amd motioned the servants caring it to go back inside.

"Come inside," she told Chan.

Chan followed Azula into a big, exoticly decorated room. He could see what looked like the most comfortable furniture in the world.

"I… I brought you these." He showed her the letter and the necklace. Before he could say another word, Azula grabbed Chan's collar and slammed him hard into the wall. He was shocked by her sudden movement and by her sheer strength. He worked out a lot and was very strong and also taller than her, yet she easily pushed him. This made her even more impressive. And scarier. She made a small flame from her palm and held it threateningly at Chan's neck, while keeping the other hand on his collar.

"You broke my heart! You humiliated me! You left me like I was just another one of those brainless girls you go on dates with! How dare you! And more than that, how dare you come to me after what you did? You're my and my father's servant like everyone else in this country. How insolent and arrogant could you be to even consider coming to our palace, lowly peasant?" she said. He noticed Azula's face was red with anger and she was frowning. She was right about him, though.

"I've been thinking about you everyday after the party. At first you creeped me out, but then I realised how cool your power and ambition make you. Never seen a girl like you before. I began to realise I was fool to leave you. I've been a jerk. I didn't appreciate the wonderful chance to be your boyfriend. I regret that decision more than anything I've done in my life. I know citizens aren't allowed to come to the palace, but I couldn't stand not being with you. I really began to miss you. Thank you and your brother for not ending me in a couple of flames after abandoning you and kicking him out of my house. I… I had no idea who you were."

"Oh, so if I'd told you I'm the Fire Lord's daughter you would have behaved differently? You're not doing a good job of making me forgive you," Azula told him sarcastically, bringing her hand with the flame closer to his face. Chan could feel it's heat and knew that it was a centimetre away from burnishing his face.

"What I'm trying to say is that knowing you were the princess would have helped me understand how fortunate I was to meet you. But you're not just the Crown Princess, wonderful for who you are. You're so beautiful and smart and I enjoyed spending time with you at the party. You're really interesting. You are a no-nonsense, strong and confident person and I'd like to get to know you better. I've already told you this, but I love you. From the bottom of my heart."

After hearing those words, Azula's frown was gone as her features relaxed. Instead, a wave of sadness covered her face. She extinguished the flame coming out of her hand and let him go.

"You're the first person I fell in love with. I wanted you to be my boyfriend and all you did was make me suffer. You don't deserve me. You're nothing." Azula folded her arms and looked away from him with an indifferent expression.

"I don't know what else I could say or how I could show you how sorry I am for letting you down. All I can say is, my life would be miserable without you and I'll never forgive myself for losing you. I'll feel regret and desperation for years to come, perhaps for ever. I'd live horribly and pitifully, even with another girlfriend. Azula, I need you," Chan said humbly. The princess still wasn't looking at him, but something in his voice, the sincerity or perhaps the humbleness, made her turn her head and look him in the eye. He really… needs me to be happy? If I don't forgive him, would that really brake him? Countless servants, soldiers and the rest of the population of the Fire Nation have humiliated themselves before me, because they were respectful and scared, but Chan is doing it out of love. True, selfless love. He may be a dullard, but he actually cares about me.

"No one told me things like these before. I've never heard something nicer, not even from my parents." She heard a hint of sorrow in her own voice after saying that. Her family life wasn't great at all, but this wasn't the time to think about that. "I say you deserve a second chance." Without thinking, she stepped closer to Chan and noticed he was doing the same. Their gazes were locked. He put his arms around her and their lips touched in a sweet, gentle kiss. They parted after almost a minute.

"I'm the most fortunate man in the world," he said, smiling.

"Yeah, you are," Azula said, smiling back at him.

"I wanted to give you this letter, but I guess it's not the case anymore. Also, I bought you this necklace. It's one of the most expensive ones on the market. I figured I'd either give you this or a bouquet of fire lilies. I decided the necklace is a more convincing apology gift," Chan told the princess, handing her the necklace. She took it and looked at it.

"Well, I've seen better, but it's not bad. Not at all." She chuckled as she put on the necklace. "Thanks."

"It fits you perfectly," Chan said. "You look great," he passed. "I know you were supposed to meet with your friends and that this is all out of a sudden, but would you like to go with me to Ember Island? It's pretty far, but we can be back tomorrow."

"Mai, Ty Lee and my brother can wait. I'll spare a day to go with you to Ember Island."

The weather was perfect on Ember Island during that afternoon. It was very sunny and the sky was as blue as the ocean ahead.

Azula and Chan were sitting on two mattresses, staring at the wonderful scenery before them. He put his right arm around her shoulders. They stayed there silently for a long time. There was no need for words. They just enjoyed the time spent together. After a while, Azula started to speak.

"You know, I didn't get much love as a kid. Mom loved my brother more and while I was, and still am, my dad's favourite, he rarely gave me any attention." She hesitated. "He expects so much of me and while I'm more than up to the challenge, sometimes it's hard to just catch my breath. I'm just happy I found someone who does show me he loves and cares about me."

"I do care about you," he began, "but it must be frustrating to live like that. Don't you have moments when you just break down under all that stress? You're really though if you can stand it."

"I deal very well with it, actually. I got used to, I guess."

"Well, you have me now and I don't expect anything from you. I love you just like that."

"I love you too," Azula said. She really did and she was glad she gave him the opportunity to make up for his mistake.

Chan noticed she seemed a little upset.

"You ok?" he asked.

"I'm fine," the princess replied. "It's just… maybe I am a little stressed." Azula found it pretty hard to talk about her feelings. For years she'd been used to keeping everything to herself. There were things she didn't even discuss with Mai and Ty Lee. However, Chan was encouraging her to talk about what was on her mind and she admitted it could do her good. There's no harm in trying. "All my life I've been struggling to be the best, to be perfect. I know I sound like an old woman, but I think I'm a little tired."

"That's fine," Chan said. He got up from the mattress and sat down behind Azula, putting his hands on her shoulders. "We're here to relax. You are pretty tensed. Do you think some massage could help?"

"It's worth a try," she told him as she lay down on the mattress.

"Try to relax and think about our surroundings, like the ocean, the sun, the birds' songs."

As Chan placed his hands on her back, Azula felt his kind and gentle touch. She hadn't experienced anything like that before, but it was very pleasant. As Chan was massaging her back, she concentrated at everything around her: the bright sun, the feeling of it's warm rays on her skin, the pure blue sky at which she could stare for hours and the slow, wide movements of the waves. Azula liked the smell of the ocean as well. It was an unusual odour, the scent of the salt making it special and enjoyable. The princess could hear the birds singing around them. They made beautiful sounds as peaceful as the splashing of the waves against the shore. It was really relaxing to hear this and Chan's massage was also helping a lot. Azula felt so good, she forgot about everything else besides his touch and what she was hearing. She felt very calm and relaxed.

After a while it became hard to focus. The princess was starting to lose awareness of what was around her and soon, she couldn't keep her eyelids open anymore. Azula felt her eyes close as she fell asleep.

Azula's skin was so soft and Chan felt a sudden rise of temperature minutes ago when he started massaging her and he was still feeling it now. He began sweating as well. He was aware that, while it was very warm outside, he was feeling like this because he enjoyed touching her very much.

"Do you feel better?" Chan asked her. She didn't say anything. "Azula?" he said again, putting his hand on her left shoulder and giving her a nudge. She still didn't say anything. He looked at her face and noticed that her eyes were closed and she was sleeping peacefully. Wow. That means she really liked my massage. She was so relaxed that she fell asleep.

Chan turned Azula with her back on the mattress and put his arms around her, the princess's head resting on his right shoulder. He looked at her beautiful face with soft features and caressed her on the top of her head. I'm the luckiest man in the world. I have the best girlfriend ever, he thought joyfully. He just sat there, his girlfriend in his arms as he stared at the ocean. He didn't need anything else. He felt great with Azula and spending time her was all he wanted.

After sometime, an hour or two, Chan had no idea, the princess opened her eyes. She seemed a little confused.

"Did I fall asleep?" she asked.

"Yeah. You looked so calm and peaceful. This means you felt good and that my massage was good as well."

Azula chuckled at that joke. Far better than the sand jokes she thought.

They kissed again, passionately, for minutes as the sun was beginning to set and they both felt it's last rays on their cheeks.

Azula was standing in the living room of Mai's house with her, Zuko and Ty Lee. She was thinking how great she felt yesterday with Chan and she was looking forward for the next time.

"So, how did it go with Chan?" Mai asked.

"It was good," Azula said, trying to sound neutral. She didn't want to show other people her side that loved Chan. It was only for him and it would make her weak. Even in front of her friends and brother.

"I'm actually surprised you gave him a second chance," Mai continued. "I wouldn't."

"Well, he proved me his feelings are true, even if he made a wrong step at first."

"It's good you found someone you like," Zuko said as he put his hand around Mai's shoulders. They smiled at each other.

Normally, Azula would find that gross and wouldn't hold back from telling them just that, but being together with Chan changed her perspective on showing affection to another person.

"You must like him a lot," Ty Lee told Azula, smiling.

"He's, uh, not bad. I guess he's kind of handsome," she was speaking fast with uncertain words, not knowing what to say and stuttering. She looked away as she felt her heart beating very fast and her face warm. She knew she was blushing. Azula was always sure of herself and always spoke clearly, never stuttering. The princess was even a little shy now. All these scared her. I'm not like this. I'm strong and confident. Always. She was annoyed with herself. But with these pathetic reactions came the wonderful feeling of having a loving boyfriend. It's funny how love makes me timid and confused. Chan is the only one who should see me like this. I have to control my emotions around others.

"Azula, you're blushing," Ty Lee said, chuckling

"I'm not!" Azula replied, raising her voice and frowning.

"Just relax, it's nothing to be ashamed. Love is amazing."

"Shut up! I'm not blushing!" the princess yelled.

Ty Lee suddenly became sad and hurt that her friend shouted at her.

That's what she deserves for mocking me. She should be thankful I didn't throw flames at her.

"Azula, calm down," Zuko told her. "She didn't do anything wrong."

The princess gritted her teeth.

"I'm sure you'd be just as neutral if I picked on you for spending time with Mai," she said.

Zuko frowned but didn't say anything. He didn't want to escalate the fight, though he would reply to her if she continued. The best thing to do was to just let Azula say what she had to say and then they'd all get over this.

"Let's forget this," Ty Lee said.

After a few seconds, Azula felt her anger dissipate. I guess I've just proved how I feel about Chan by yelling.

"Just don't ask me private stuff again," she said.

"I won't. I promise," Ty Lee said, her smile reappearing on her face.

#Azula Week 2020 #romance #azulaweek2020 #Day1 #Fanfiction

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Some Days, I'm Struggling For Control

Pairing : Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham

Warnings : Mentions of murder and blood, anal sex, spit as lube, oral sex, physical fighting (hitting, punching)

Rating : E

Word count : 2k+

Will pisses Hannibal off, he starts swearing which turns Will on, they fight, then they fuck.

Inspiration came from Mads character, Nigel, saying the word, "fuck" a lot. I wanted to write Hannibal getting angry and not being able to stop saying it. So I figured why not write this as the fill for the free space on my @hannibalbingo card.

Enjoy 😌

"How careless are you? Do you want us to become caught? Do you want to go back to uncle Jack so badly that you'd expose us in such a way?"

"It wasn't my fault, h-he was flirting with you."

"Flirting with me? Do you know how many men I have to watch flirt with you every single day? Do I kill them in broad daylight for it?"

"There was no one around. Hannibal, I'm sorry, he pissed me off."

"Do you even fucking understand how pissed off I get every time men flirt with you? When they attempt to take what is mine? You're lucky everyday that I do not fuck you in front of them."

"Then who would be careless?"

"Would I not be following your fucking example?"

"I'm shocked, Dr. Lecter, I've never heard you use such crass language outside of our bed."

"You insufferable man, you make me crazy."

"I think it's very sexy of you." He knows what Will is doing, how he's trying to divert the situation, it will not work.

"Do not fucking trying to distract me." Hannibal is doing it on purpose now, now that he knows Will likes him cursing. He's still upset, still needs to try to control the situation, but right now he cannot help but want to rile Will up. "You know damn well what the fuck you've done wrong. We don't murder in the middle of the day. Unless of course as I said, you'd rather go back and play FBI with uncle Jack again, is that what you fucking want? Is it?"

"No, if I wanted that why would I have come to you in the first place?"

"Perhaps this is all an elaborate fucking ruse again to try and get me into a cage." Low blow, he knows that Will regrets what happened that night in Baltimore what seems like a thousand years ago and yesterday all at once.

"How many times will you make me apologize for that? I wanted to run away with you, and now I have and you're pissed because I killed someone. Hannibal, we kill people all the time."

"Yes, but one of us is not careless when fucking killing. Will, if you want to go, there's the fucking door, don't let it hit you on the way out." He doesn't mean it, never would he mean it, but Will has him angry and not only that Hannibal is feeling particularly petulant today.

"I'm not leaving, unless you're coming with me."

"Tell me, Will, why the fuck would I come with you after what you've done?"

"I did it for you, you bastard."

"For me? No, you fucking did it for yourself. You threw a fucking tantrum because someone flirted with me."

"You're mine, no else's, they don't get to flirt with you."

"Do you think I fuck every person who fucking flirts with me?"

"You fucked me."

"Yes, I fucked you, because I fucking love you."

"I don't understand why you're so mad."

"We could get fucking caught now, or is this your way of saying you don't want to be in fucking Germany any longer? You couldn't fucking say so like a fucking adult? You're such a fucking child sometimes."

Will throws the first punch, fist connecting with Hannibal's jaw.

"You little fucker." Hannibal resists, he doesn't want to hurt Will.

Will punches him again, this time in the stomach--Hannibal stays standing at least. "Fight back."

"I do not wish to fucking fight you."

Will smacks him this time, Hannibal is certain there will be a red hand print across his face.

Hannibal snorts, "Fine, you want to act like a fucking child, I'll leave."

Will backhands him, "You're not leaving me." The force of it splits Hannibal's lip.

He's not leaving, he's never leaving, this is the exact reaction he'd hoped for. Will takes his anger and frustrations out on Hannibal instead of some random man in the middle of the street. "I'll leave whenever I fucking want to. You do not fucking tell me what the fuck I can or cannot do." He can practically smell Will's anger and arousal.

"Do you want me to hurt you?" Will grinds his teeth together, Hannibal grabs his jaw to stop him.

"No, I don't want you to fucking hurt me, but I'd rather it me than someone in the middle of the fucking street exposing us."

"I'm sorry, I got jealous. But you have no right to get mad at me."

"I have no right? What the fuck does that mean? I have no fucking claim over you? You are my fucking husband or have you decided that's not what you fucking want any longer?" Blood leaks from the split in his lip, it stings but Hannibal welcomes the pain.

"No, never, Hannibal I chose you. I want you, and in wanting you, I want no one else to even look at you."

"So that fucking equates murder in the middle of the day? I'd have rather you had fucked me in front of him."

"You would've allowed that?"

"Perhaps I wouldn't have. I wouldn't want to be arrested for fucking in public. Though I'd rather that than be arrested as a fucking serial killer."

"I told you, I'm sorry. I was jealous, but Hannibal,"

"No, no buts, this isn't a fucking I'm sorry moment. Perhaps you should fucking leave."

Will's nostrils flare, and suddenly he lunges at Hannibal, knocking them both to the ground. He hits and punches Hannibal anywhere he can reach. Hannibal's nose is bleeding, his lip, the inside of his cheek where it has been bitten when Will's fist had connected with the side of his head for the third time. "You fucking asshole."

No doubt Will can feel Hannibal's erection beneath him, Hannibal resists the urge--for now--to grind up against Will.

"I'm not leaving you." The side of his fist connects with Hannibal's sternum this time. "Don't make me leave you."

"Never, mylimasis, never would I let you fucking leave me."

"I hate you." There's no truth to his words, Hannibal knows that.

"I fucking love you too."

Finally Will notices or finally decides to acknowledge Hannibal's erection, he grinds his hips down, ass pressed firmly against Hannibal's trapped cock. Neither can keep quiet at the sensation--Hannibal groans and Will whines. Will bends down to kiss Hannibal, his face is covered in blood, it's not a bother to either of them. Will laps at the blood where it still drips from Hannibal's nose--it doesn't feel broken, thankfully, Hannibal would hate to have to set it later--he licks across Hannibal's lips, nipping at the split in them, trying to bite it open further.

Hannibal pushes Will up, there is blood smeared all over his face, "Are you fucking trying to wound me, mylimasis?"

"Who knew you had such a dirty mouth Dr. Lecter?" Will rips Hannibal's shirt open, buttons skitter across the hardwood.

"You little fuck, who do you think you are ruining my shirt?"

"Oh, boo-hoo, it's a fucking shirt." Oh, so that's how Will wants to play this.

"A shirt that you know as well as I do cost one hundred and fifty fucking dollars."

"And you have a million more. Don't be a baby, Dr. Lecter." Will grinds down onto Hannibal's cock again, nails digging into Hannibal's chest, dragging down--the scratches are not bleeding now, but he has no doubt that they will be soon.

"You insolent little fucker, you'll be sewing the buttons back on." Hannibal grabs Will's hips, lifting his own hips to press against Will's ass.

Will's nails dig in again, he's panting harshly, "You don't control me."

"Do I not?"

His nails scratch down Hannibal's chest again, nails catching on his nipples, causing him to practically growl. "No, I'm in control of myself."

Hannibal pushes and pulls Will's hips, grinding Will's ass against his cock. "Take your shirt off, mylimasis." Hlannibal's voice is low and predatory.

"Make me." Will leans down, crushing their lips together, reopening the split in Hannibal's lip, fresh blood smears across their lips.

Hannibal's hands snake between them, under Will's t-shirt, caressing his soft abdomen, before pushing him back, and yanking his shirt up. "Do not fucking challenge me again."

Will slides down onto Hannibal's thighs, hastily unbuckles his belt, yanks the button open and the zipper down, he lifts himself up on his knees to push Hannibal's pants and underwear down enough to expose his cock. It's flushed and dripping, foreskin retracted fully to expose the dark, glistening head, Will touches gently with his thumb, before jumping up, "Do not move." He pushes his own pants and underwear down, kicking them across the room. He drops back down onto Hannibal's thighs, scooting down further to take Hannibal into his mouth.

Hannibal's fingers tangle in Will's hair, "Such a good little cocksucker for me."

His throat constricts around Hannibal as he takes him further into his throat, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, smearing across Hannibal's skin. He moans around Hannibal's cock, as he slides his fingers into Hannibal's mouth.

Hannibal licks and sucks and coats them in his saliva--he knows where Will is going with this, and while he would rather grab one of the many bottles of lube stashed around their home, part of his wants it to hurt a little bit, he knows Will's body, knows what he can and cannot handle, being fucked with only spit as lube is no where near the worst thing he's endured because of Hannibal.

Will takes his saliva slick fingers and presses them into himself while focusing his attention on the head of Hannibal's cock, licking and sucking, tip of his tongue sliding into the slit, tasting Hannibal's precum before it can escape.

Hannibal groans and grunts and growls, pulling on Will's hair--to keep him down on Hannibal's cock or because he knows Will likes it, he himself is unsure of.

He pulls off of Hannibal's cock abruptly, saliva drips down the shaft. Will braces himself and sinks down, taking Hannibal inside in one swift motion. The corners of his eyes scrunch up slightly, nostrils flare out--tell tale signs of his discomfort--he grabs at Hannibal's shoulders and chest, nails digging in again, moaning high pitched and breathless.

Will fucking himself on Hannibal's cock, fast and hard. "Don't try to tell me what to do."

The nail marks Will leaves sting, his nose dully aches, his cheek intermittently throbs where he'd bitten through the flesh, but the only thing Hannibal can focus on is the tight, heat engulfing his cock. "Fuck, I will never get used to how tight you are. You will obey me, Will, you will do exactly what I want you to fucking do, or you will not come."

He braces himself--palms flat against Hannibal's chest, knees firmly on the ground on either side of Hannibal's hips--and increases his pace, fucking himself faster on Hannibal's cock, "I will come when I'm ready to come, Dr. Lecter. You cannot control how your cock hits my prostate, you can control how tightly I clench around you. I will come without your permission and you will do nothing about it, unless you'd like to go jerk yourself off. Is that what you want, Dr. Lecter?" The sounds Will makes tell Hannibal he's getting close--Hannibal is determined to make Will come first.

He grabs Will's hips--tight enough to bruise, lifting and dropping Will back onto his cock. "Fuck yourself, Will, come across my skin, smear it the scratches you've left. Let me fucking feel it."

Will bites at his own lips, stifling the pretty sounds he's making.

"No, none of that shit, let me hear you."

Will cries out above him, "Oh, fuck, ah, Hannibal."

Hannibal gets lost for a moment, staring at Will, he looks so beautiful--skin flushed light pink, skin glistening with sweat, that Hannibal wants to taste, his pupils are blown wide and his eye lids are heavy--Hannibal tries to memorize every detail so that he may draw Will this way later.

Will trembles, tightening around Hannibal's cock, "Mmhm, fuck, Hannibal, I'm sorry." Warm, sticky cum spread between them, pooling on Hannibal's stomach. Will slides his hands through it, smearing it through Hannibal's chest hair.

The scratches sting as Will's sweat and semen seep into them, but Hannibal doesn't mind. He bends his knees and thrusts up into Will's, chasing his own release. Will all but collapses onto Hannibal's chest, face pressed into his neck, panting, and moaning still. Hannibal's orgasm comes on quickly as Will's body clenches and relaxes around him. Hannibal cannot resist, he tilts his head up and bites down on the first bit of flesh he can reach--the juncture between Will's neck and shoulder--Hannibal tastes fresh blood, he laps hungrily at it as he releases deep inside of Will, thick, hot spurts of cum, coat Will's insides.

They lay there, unmoving for a long while, Hannibal's cock still inside of Will until it's gone completely soft and slips out on its own. Hannibal's back begins to ache from lying on the hardwood floor, and he can't imagine Will's knees appreciate it either.

"Apologies for getting so angry with you."

"No, Hannibal, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I need to be more careful."

"We have to leave Germany for now, you know that?"

"Yes," Will sighs, "I did really like this house."

"We'll have an even better one wherever we go. Do you have a preference, mylimasis?" Hannibal asks as he pushes himself up into a sitting position, Will seated firmly in his lap, Hannibal's arms wrapped tightly around him.

"No, not really, but wherever we go, Hannibal, I want to get a dog."

"Oh for fucks sake, I suppose it was only a matter of time until we got one, but only one, Will."

"We'll see Dr. Lecter." Will kisses him, barely more than their lips brushing together. "Let's go get cleaned up, this bite mark is killing me, and I think we need to make sure I didn't break your nose."

"Rest assured, mylimasis, my nose is not broken, but you are right, we need to get cleaned up, so I can bandage your neck."

"Wait, Hannibal, you know I didn't mean it when I said that I hated you, right?"

"I know, you were upset and I was not helping the situation."

Will nods against his neck, "Alright, carry me to the bath now, please."

#alayna writes #hannigram #hannibal bingo #nff #phone sex square and perjury square are probably the two ill finish

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