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letstrip13 · 11 days ago

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🩰 - princess treatment

summary: chris gets his drunk girlfriend home and ready for bed

warnings: mentions of drinking, not proofread. besides that, it's nothing but fluff!

word count: 770

author's note: finally got one posted on time yayyy!!

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“come on, babe, it's time to go. i called us an uber,” your boyfriend says to you as he gently pulls you away from dancing with a group of friends. “no,” you whine. “yes,” he says softly but firmly, “we've been here for almost four hours now and you're wasted.”

it was true. he'd only wanted to stop by for an hour at the most and say hi to his friends. you both wanted to stay sober too. but you saw some old friends and forgot all about your agreement with chris. “no i'm not.” you try to lie despite slurring your words but it's clear to anyone that you are. “how much have you had to drink then?” it takes you a moment to answer but you simply shrug. “if you can't remember, it's been too much, princess.”

it was a nickname he liked to use for you often but that was all he'd been calling you tonight, probably because of your costumes.

that's actually how you had found the idea. you two were sitting on the couch and your mind was completely blank. you knew it was a costume party and you wanted to participate with something easy since you wouldn't be there for long, or so you thought. “i can't think of anything,” you had said, “and all the ideas i do come up with, i don't like.” “i'll be happy with whatever you choose, princess,” he replied. that's when it clicked. “that's perfect! let's be a princess and prince!”

now here you are in your costumes. yours is a light pink corset top with gold detailing paired with a skirt of the same shade. a plastic gold and pink tiara sits atop your perfect styled head of hair. white socks with ruffles at the top and a pair of gold heels borrowed from a friend complete the look. meanwhile, chris is in a simple white button down shirt with a pair of dark jeans, white shoes and the crown from his last tour on his head.

his phone pings with a notification that the uber is here and he gives your hand a gentle tug. “the uber is here, we have to leave.” he gives you a chance to say a quick goodbye to your friends before you walk out hand in hand. he opens the car door for you and helps you in before getting in and shutting the door. he buckles you in before doing the same for himself.

your head rests on chris’ shoulder and it seems like barely any time has passed before he's getting out of the car and helping you out. he notices how tired you now seem so he picks you up and puts you over his shoulder, carefully positioning his hand so as not to let you expose anything.

he carries you inside and into his bedroom which is thankfully on the bottom floor so he doesn't have to take you up any stairs. he sits you down on his bed. “what do you want to do first?” “clothes,” you tiredly mumble.

he kneels in front of you, removing your heels and socks. “can you stand up for me, my love?” you nod and stand so he can loosen the corset top. he helps you out of it, discarding it to his bedroom floor somewhere to deal with later. he pulls your skirt down, helping you step out of it.

he quickly grabs something for you to wear, noticing how you slightly shiver. he puts one of his t-shirts on you and helps you step into some pajama pants you had previously left there. “there we go. come on, sweetheart, into the bathroom,” he says as he guides you in there.

he picks you up and puts you on the counter before grabbing some makeup wipes and wiping your face as delicately as he can manage. next, he puts some toothpaste on a toothbrush for you and helps you brush, holding your hair back when you spit in the sink.

once you're all finished, he carries you down and helps you into bed, making sure you're comfortable before leaving the room. he goes up to the kitchen and comes back down with a bottle of water and two advils for the headache he knows you'll wake up with, leaving them on his nightstand next to you.

he gets himself unready before he climbs into bed beside you and kisses your forehead. “goodnight, my princess. sweet dreams,” he whispers as he turns the lights off and lays down, both of you drifting off to sleep as he holds you.

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clinicse · 4 months ago

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rboooks · 1 year ago

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DC x DP: The Adoptive Son

Danny Fenton gets lost in the Infinite Releams and without the Infinite Map, he has no hope finding his way home.

After wandering for weeks, he quickly realizes his human side is dying from lack of food and stress. With a heavy heart, he crashes lands in a new world, desperate for rest.

A new world that was seemed to behind in terms of technology. But he's not afraid of helping the world catch up if it means finding a way home.

He crashed in the middle of nowhere forest and after three days of walking by foot- too worn out to fly- he comes across Gotham.

Taking a page out of Vlad's book- as much as it makes him feel sick- he possesses people to get himself set up in the new world. He needs to find somewhere with enough money that he can build a S.O.S for his friends to find him.

And he needs resources to survive.

He finds a wealthy family who is so invested in breaking each other apart they didn't notice their sudden ease in wanting to adopt Danny.

Seemingly overnight, the Crowne family went from slowly collapsing to once more being at the top due to their adopted son Danny Crowne's genius mind. Despite his young age, his adoptive father allowed him to turn the family business from fashion design to medical and technical advances.

At age fourteen he sat within the board meetings slowly but surely taking over and raising the company's stocks and power.

They developed the first heart pumps, made leaps and bounds in cancer treatment, and created software and computer programs that and their prosthetics were the most advanced in the world.

There were rumors that the head design for all engineering projects- including the prosthetics- were all done by Danny Crowne. They were never confirmed.

Even business deals done by the Crownes were suspiciously so far in their favor many believed they were making deals with the multiple families of Gotham's underbelly.

That was also never proven.

Despite all the whispers about him, Danny Crowne was considered one of the brightest minds in Gotham. Everyone who spoke to him claimed he was a soft-spoken gentleman and was even compared to royalty from his regal composition.

Personally, Bruce has always had a bad feeling about Danny Crowne. He knows the boy is off in some way, all his Instincts scream danger when he's around.

At first, he was ecstatic to hear the Crownes had also adopted an orphan from a poor background. It had been a few years after he had gotten his ward, Dick. Despite it being five years since he first accepted Dick into his home, his ward had not made any friends besides Barbara Gordon. None of the elite children gave Dick the time of day pass making passive aggressive comments about him.

Then the news of Danny Crowne broke, and everyone knew he had practically been picked off the streets after the CPS had forced him into the juvenile hall as the only place that had space for him.

Just like Dick.

He had hoped that a similar past would help the two boys bond. He had tried pushing Dick into speaking to Danny, and had gone out of his way to personally invite the young man to a party he threw for all of Dicks classmates.

The first thing Danny Crowne did upon arriving at his house was step away from the crowd and study Bruce's home wiring. Dick later told him Danny made him feel strange, like the other boy would be one the loons they stopped during the night.

Bruce, stop pushing for their friendship.

Time moved on, but Crownes only grew in power, and by the time he took in Jason, Danny Crowne inherited his family assets after his adoptive parents mysterious deaths.

They began to look into Danny after Nightwing had discovered a trail of dangerous experiments from shell companies that all led back to Crowne Co. Jason also mentioned that a lot of street kids disappeared after Danny Crowne had turn his sights on them with a new charity program his company ran.

No one knew what happened to the kids and no one in the legal system seemed to care.

Bruce thought about the Crownes rise to wealth and felt sick. Had Danny been running a trafficking ring since his adoption? Had that escaped Batman's notice for four years?

Despite the fact they were still at eachother throats, both Bruce and Dick agreed to work togther to bring Danny Crowne down. How?

Simple.

Danny Crowne was openly bisexual and, according to Jason, who was half-raised by working girls, his eyes always followed Dick around the room.

Operation Honey Pot was a go.

(Danny didn't mean to stay here for four years but had built himself a home, and no natural portals were opening. He figured he could secretly construct his while helping abused kids find safe ways out of the city and start new lives. Technically illegal, no one had batted an eye when the kids vanished, so he figured getting them somewhere safe was more important. Indeed Batman had better things to do than track down kids in better foster homes. He test-ran the homes himself before placing the children. Yes, overshadowing made him feel bad, but he rather experienced the house before overshadowing the social workers into legalizing the stay under new names. He was sick of them sticking kids in juvenile halls just cause other foster homes were "out of jurisdiction".

At least his charities helped the age out kids succeed in life.

Now why was handsome Dick Grayson winking at him??? Gosh, that made him more nervous than all the lessons Clockwork forced him to take back when he was training to take the Ghost Throne. The classes helped him become one of the best CEO in the world, but they were also the reason he got into this whole mess to begin with. At least he looked regal when he spoke. )

( Part 2 ) (part 3)

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wileys-russo · 9 months ago

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silent treatment II m.león x i.engen x reader

mostly a mapi x r silent treatment II m.león x i.engen x reader

your eyes fluttered open as sunlight streamed into the bedroom, a particularly bright ray hitting you right in the eyes as you whined tiredly and rolled over, burying your face in the nearest warm body.

"good morning!" the brunette cheered out with a chipper grin as she flung open the other set of curtains, the only morning person out of the three of you as you tucked your body tighter into mapi who exhaled tiredly.

"no." was all the tattoed defender grumbled, arms wrapping tightly around you as you tugged on the covers, pulling them up and over your heads, both of you sighing in relief at the sudden cocoon of darkness.

"hey!" you smiled into your girlfriends warm skin as her fingers wrapped tightly around the top of the blanket holding it firm as your other lover tried to tug it away from the two of you.

"too early." mapi mumbled again as you nodded your agreement, fingers tracing lines absentmindedly up and down her bare back as your hand slipped up her top.

"time to get up my loves!" you both collectively groaned as the cover flew away from you pryed out of mapi's vice like grip, ingrid squealing a little as she stumbled backwards and fell, the covers landing on top of her with a gentle thump.

pulling your head gingerly out of your lovers neck you blinked a few times to adjust to the sunlight before noticing the tangled mess of limbs and linen, covering your mouth to stifle your laughter.

"not funny!" ingrid scowled yanking the duvet off her head, mapi cracking one eye open as an amused smile tugged at her lips, her strong hands wrapping around your biceps and pulling you back down into her embrace.

"little bit funny." you sighed out happily as mapi's lips pressed against the crown of your head and the norwegian stood to her feet, glaring down at the two of you. "vamos! up." she clapped impatiently as neither of you moved.

"fine! i will pour the coffee down the sink and give your breakfast to the neighbors." the taller girl shrugged as your eyes widened and you tried to sit up only to be squeezed tighter. "no princesa, she is bluffing." mapi warned quietly, eyes still closed and face calm without a hint of worry.

"elskling." ingrid tapped her wrist and nodded to the kitchen, raising an eyebrow as you huffed. "oye! traitor." mapi opened her eyes with a slight pout and a glare as you wiggled from her grip, swinging out of bed.

"amor do you love coffee more than me?" the defender accused, crossing her arms and staring at you unimpressed as another pair of limbs wrapped around your midsection.

"in the morning...si mi vida." you grinned honestly, ingrid laughing victoriously and bending down slightly to pepper your face with kisses. "y mis besos?" the tattooed footballer laying alone in bed questioned, tapping her lips expectantly.

with a roll of your eyes at her dramatics you broke free from ingrids hold, bounding back to bed and jumping on top of the half blonde, kissing her lips shortly and sweetly over and over.

seemingly satisfied with your efforts she turned to your other girlfriend and again tapped her lips expectantly. with a roll of her eyes that mirrored yours ingrid joined the two of you in bed, ducking her head and fiercely kissing the shorter girl beneath her.

as they broke apart a tattooed hand gripped the back of your neck and pulled you back down, your girlfriends tongue filthily licking the inside of your mouth as ingrids lips kissed gently down your bare shoulders, the sleeves of one of mapi's shirts rolled up and hanging off your body.

turning your head you nudged ingrids chin up and pressed your mouth to hers, nipping at her bottom lip and smiling as she pinched your hips in a silent warning.

though right as you felt mapi's calloused palms sliding up your thighs and toying with the waistband of your underwear you grabbed her hands, pinning them either side of her head and pulling away from the norwegian who frowned and attempted to chase your lips.

"is something burning?" you sniffed the air, letting go of one of mapi's hands to press against ingrids chest, stopping her as her eyes widened and within seconds she'd flown off the bed and raced off into the kitchen.

"my eggs!"

"hola capi." you smiled in greeting, kissing alexia's cheek as the taller girl pulled you into a hug. "hola, i hope you remembered our deal chica." the blonde raised an eyebrow, nodding behind you to where your girlfriend was taking photos with jana.

"deal? i don't remember a deal." you smiled slyly, the older girls face turning downward into a frown as she opened her mouth to scald you and you ducked away, tucking yourself into frido who squeezed you tightly lifting you off your feet a little.

"vale amigas!" jana clapped, nodding for the small group of girls to follow her to their seats as you again darted away from alexia who tried to grab the back of your jacket, grabbing your girlfriends free hand instead.

"hold this please princesa." mapi handed you her crutch and leaned more of her bodyweight into you as you helped her up the few stairs and down into her seat.

catching ingrids eye as they lined up to take the team photo on the pitch below you sent her a grin and a wave, the brunette sending you a wink before an arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you away.

"alexia!" you huffed, pushing her off as she cornered you at the end of the aisle. "amiga you promised! i sat with her last week it is your turn." the older girl poked at your chest with a fierce glare which did very little to rattle you given you knew deep down she was just a big teddy bear.

"i live with her every day! you can sit with her for two hours ale she is your best friend." you poked her back as the captain scoffed, opening her mouth to argue with you as there was a tug on the back of your jacket.

"what's the matter?" your girlfriend asked with a frown, looking between the two of you for an answer. "they are arguing over who has to sit next to you because you do not shut up the whole match." jana piped up from the seat beside her, shoveling a mouthful of popcorn into her mouth as frido smacked her leg mumbling about manners.

"what!" mapi protested with wide eyes, looking to both of you for some sort of clarification but the guilty smiles she received only confirmed it as the brunette scoffed.

"i do not talk the whole match!" mapi argued with a scowl as alexia utilized the opportunity to push past you and dart down to the free seat beside frido, sending you a victorious smirk.

"puta!" you mouthed back at her before dropping down into the seat beside your now very sullen looking girlfriend. "do you really think i talk too much?" mapi asked, eyebrows knitted into a deep seeded frown and arms crossed over her chest.

"corazón you don't talk too much all the time, but you do talk a lot during the games, even at home." you answered kindly but honestly, trying to grab her hand as she moved it out of the way.

"bien i will not speak a single word the whole match. watch!" mapi challenged, scowl deepening as your face softened. "mi amor i don't want that, please." you promised, squeezing her knee as she purposefully avoided your gaze as the whistle blew.

with a sigh and a shake of your head knowing just how stubborn the defender really could be you opted out of arguing with her about it, instead pulling her arms apart and grabbing her hand, interlacing your fingers.

glancing to her left and meeting your gaze the girl softened and sighed, interlacing her fingers with yours and kissing the back of your hand as your smile returned.

but despite your prompting and questions she really was one of the most stubborn women you'd met, and not a single word left her mouth the entire first half beside the occasional hum of agreement.

"maría! this is stupid por favor, talk to me." you practically begged as the defender shrugged, turning back to the pitch and pulling out her phone as you groaned.

"i don't see why you are complaining chica, this has been the most peaceful match." alexia sighed dropping into the chair beside you as jana wandered off to get more food with frido as mapi sent her best friend a dirty look.

ignoring her you continued to try and get a comment from her, the match resuming and the silence continuing. "bebé vamos i miss the sound of your voice, pleasee." you poked at her cheek as she swatted away your hand, tucking her knees to her chest and focusing on the pitch.

giving up with a defeated huff you did the same, cheering extra loud for your girlfriend and friends considering the silence bar some clapping from beside you.

the girls wrapping it up with a 4-0 win you all stood and started to head back down into the tunnel to greet them, frustratingly your girlfriend still remaining silent just humming every now and then as jana rambled on about her weekend plans.

"hello kjæreste." ingrid grinned as you flew toward her, the taller girl wrapping you in a hug and spinning you around a little before gently placing you back down, mindful of your knee which was a few weeks off of you finally returning to the pitch again.

"you played so well baby, you're really coming into your own and your confidence holding the back line!" you complimented, smiling at the soft blush which coated her cheeks, kissing them and turning away as mapi joined you.

"hola mi amor." mapi greeted your girlfriend with a tight hug and you sighed in relief to finally hear her voice again. but as you asked them where they wanted to go for dinner it became apparent that though the defender was talking, it wasn't to you.

"maría!"

"mi amor can you please tell princesa that i would like some water?" mapi craned her neck back and looked upward to ingrid who smiled, much to your dismay not taking your side.

"if you want water, you can ask me yourself!" you stood in front of her with hands on your hips and a scowl, the spaniard only smiling at you enjoying how much this was getting under your skin.

"mapi! what do i have to do? i already said sorry!" you whined, ingrid squeezing the older girls hips who sighed. "mi amor, please tell princesa that if she makes me a cake, i will forgive her." your girlfriend relayed as ingrid gave you a look and you groaned stomping off to the kitchen.

"love it is nearly ten at night, give her a break. you do talk too much and you know it! but we love you anyway." ingrid chuckled, kissing at the girls neck who sighed. "but this is much more fun, she does whatever i want." mapi grinned cheekily but with a stern look from the younger girl she exhaled deeply, pushing up and off of her.

"bebita, come cuddle." you pulled your head out of the pantry at the sound of her voice, ignoring her open arms and continuing to rummage around. "hey, did you hear me?" mapi frowned as you grabbed out a packet of sweets you'd hidden and kicked the pantry closed.

"bebé!" you called out to ingrid who raised an eyebrow curiously. "can you please tell maría that-" you couldn't even finish your sentence before the older girl pounced, her lips ravishing yours as she pressed your shorter form against the counter top, teeth gently biting down on your bottom lip and tugging on it with a smirk.

"don't even try it princesa."

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dannyphantom-zero · 10 months ago

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Doctor Danny Prompt

Danny Fenton is largely regarded as an ignorant slacker as a result of his schoolwork and study time consistently being interrupted by ghost attacks. Thankfully after Danny is crowned high king of the ghost zone he is able to reign the ghosts in and makes them all swear an oath not to cause trouble, they are still allowed to visit the human world of coarse, some even mask themselves as human and lead ordinary loves even while being dead.

With more time on his hands and little to no ghosts attacks Danny misses the rush he used to get. Then one day a man collapsed in front of him, Danny is able to save the man using CPR and he discovers his new affinity. Medical practice.

Danny goes to college and gets into a hospital as a resident after interning, not long after though the Amity Park hospital closes due to lack of funding and he is forced to find another hospital.

He got a good recommendation from his previous hospital to work at a hospital in Gotham, definitely far from home, but he doesn't let that stop him.

Soon after working there he finds the influx of patients to care for refreshing, he becomes widely known as a genius miracle doctor.

One day he's taking a leisurely walk when he found an injured vigilante, the Red Hood, hes not conscious and therefore unable to give consent for treatment. Danny cares for Red Hoods injuries privately away from a hospital so as to keep the vigilantes identity a secret.

Red Hood is cautious and rude at first, but slowly he learns to open up to the doctor and even get continuously treated by Danny.

Danny is just finishing a shift when he hears about Superman being shot with a kryptonite bullet. Despite using his powers occasionally to treat patients, he's been able to keep his ghost gene a secret.

However that's about to change. He arrives on the seen and pushes his way through the police using a bit of his powers discreetly to get through.

The heroes aren't sure what to do.

"My name's Daniel Fenton, I am an attending physician at Gotham General Hospital, I specialize in supernatural anatomy, Cardiology and Endocrinology"

"All due respect doctor, his skin is impenetrable, you won't be able to operate on him"

Danny kept a cool face.

"That would be true for a normal human, I can't explain right now, every moment we wait is time we could be using to save the patient"

Danny used his ghost powers to see inside Superman body.

Several heroes gasped as they witnessed the doctors eyes turn a glowing green and then his arm became transparent. Danny stick his hand on Superman chest and pulled out the bullet.

As soon as the bullet was out Superman's skin began healing and restoring itself.

Danny let out a breath of relief before letting the superheroes escort him to the hall of justice where they sat with him.

"I would like to begin with we all can't thank you enough Dr" Batman said.

"wow, Mr tall dark and broody is being nice" flash whispered.

"Yes but I'm sure you still have questions for me."

Several heads nodded.

"are you of an alien race?"

Danny chuckled.

"No, nothing like that. My parents were scientists who were obsessed with the study of the paranormal, specifically ghosts. When I was young, around the age of fourteen I would say, my friends convinced me to go inside the newly constructed portal shell that my parents had tested earlier that day."

He paused waiting for them to take in his words before continuing.

"It had failed to operate then so I went in thinking it was safe. I was wrong. My parents had unknowingly instilled the charge to start the portal on the inside of the shell. I didn't know it was even there until I tripped on some tangled exposed wire and my hand pressed it"

"did it hurt?" Flash asked. He got a few dirty looks for that question but Danny just gave him a friendly smile.

"in a word, yes. It was excruciating. I was electrocuted for a half a minute. On top of that I had accidentally started the charge to the portal shell while being inside. This caused an outside substance called ectoplasm to enter my DNA sequence permanently changing it"

"ectoplasm" Batman muttered.

"in simpler terms, I'm half ghost."

"That's not possible! You would have to be half dead to be-" Flashs words were silenced with a swift smack to the back of the head by wonder women.

"Yes, I am technically half dead. I had to battle these ghost entities for a while to make sure they didn't wreck havoc in the small town o grew up in."

"Forgive me, but of that's true why aren't you there now"

Danny chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck a little nervous of their soon to be reactions.

"After I was forced to defeat the current ghost king and put him back onto the sarcophagus of forever sleep, the title became mine. I gained respect and control over the ghosts who were causing trouble amd was able to make them stop"

"Your a king" Batman stated.

"i don't refer to myself as such, on truth many ghosts helped imprison the old king, I received the title on a technicality."

He looked down at his hands.

"after the peace had settled in I had begun to feel as though a part of me was missing so I took up the career I have currently."

He smiled at them sweetly as he explained.

"My battle instincts help me when I'm in a crisis situation with a critical patient. With my powers I can calm them and safely restrain them if need be. As you saw today I can also better treat meta humans and alien races with these abilities as well"

"you went from being a hero to being a doctor, that's commendable"

Danny shook his head.

"Not really. I'm doing a selfless thing for selfish reasons"

The league smiled upon him. From then on he was world renowned for his worldly expertise and protected.

Should I make this into a whole fanfiction or not? Because I want to go into more detail but I want to know what you all think first.

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inkdrinkerworld · 18 days ago

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hey fawn! i’ve been having the worst month tbh i have so much academic stress and on top of that my mom had surgery for her cancer and it didn’t fully go away and family is bad and im just having some crazy issues rn. how i wish i could have a hug from remus tbh

Oh I’m sorry to hear about your mom angel! Cancer’s the worst but I hope it goes away with the treatments

"Sit down, dove." Remus' tone is soft as he guides you to the settee. You'd been holed up in the library all day when he got home from his own classes and he came to find you instantly.

"I'm not finished, Rem. I still have so much to do." He shakes his head, dropping a kiss to your head before heading into the kitchen.

Remus doesn't leave you alone for more than five minutes, and when he gets back it's with a host of things for you.

On a tray he has a turkey sandwich with crisps inside, a combination he doesn't favor himself, but one you adore; a cold soda, and a little bar of chocolate.

All of your favourites.

Tears pool in your eyes, and you open your arms to Remus. He sets everything down with a sad murmur of your name.

"It's okay, baby." he whispers, lips to the crown of your head as you bury your face in his chest to cry. "We'll get through it together."

You sniffle, a hiccup in your breath as you try to quell your tears. "I'm sorry for getting your shirt messy."

Remus shakes his head, "Get it as dirty as you need, precious girl. I'm here for you, yeah?"

It brings about another round of tears, but Remus knows these tears are different than the ones before. They're of relief- relief of not having to bear all of this alone.

"Yeah," you croak, allowing Remus to lift your face and kiss your eyes. He doesn't force you to eat right away, instead, Remus rocks you both on the settee, kisses your face and when you're ready, he opens your soda and you take long sips before even thinking of touching your sandwich.

All the while, your head is on his shoulder and his kisses remain endless.

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drabblesandimagines · 6 months ago

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Trunk

Leon Kennedy x female reader (BSAA) for this request Fluffy, bit of mild spice, bit of blood, mention of panic attack, swears

It was meant to be straightforward surveillance ahead of the main op. Monitor the drop – the metal suitcase fitted with a tracking chip and three fake virus vials – note any observations about the pick-up, then inform the rest of the Wolf Hound Squad who would track the co-ordinates to find the terrorists’ base of operations.

You had pouted a little at being sidelined from the main action, but Chris needed someone stealthy to keep an eye over the drop and, with a squeeze to your shoulder, your track record meant you were the prime candidate.

You’d set yourself up in the eaves of the abandoned warehouse that served as the drop-off point, armed with a pair of binoculars, an ear piece and a couple of guns, as always, for if anything went south...

..which it did the moment you detected movement from the south-east corner. It took a few attempts to get them in focus, but your heart sank when you recognized the figure – one Leon S Kennedy of the DSO rolling between abandoned shipping containers, honing in on the one you’d placed the metal suitcase in a few hours previously.

What the hell is he doing here?

You press down on your earpiece and it beeps once, opening the line to transmit. “Alpha to Lupe. Got a problem. Over.”

Silence.

“Alpha to Lupe. Got a problem. Over.”

Nothing – again. Maybe your current position has poor signal, but there’s no time to troubleshoot when squealing tyres echo around the structure, alerting you to the two black cars swerving in and heading to the shipping container in question.

The cars stop, their engines remaining idle and five well-built and well-dressed men depart – three from one, two from another.

Through your binoculars, you see Leon head straight for them, gun raised.

Shit.

You are jolted back into consciousness when your crown smacks on something hard, before being ricocheted back down to your nose cracking against something firm, groaning as you come to.

“Finally awake, sleeping beauty?”

The voice is familiar and rumbles through your chest with the horrible realization that you’re lying on top of someone. You try and scoot back, whacking your head again and a sinking feeling as you feel plastic digging into your wrists, keeping them bound behind you.

It all comes flooding back.

Numerous gunshots go off as you slide down the ladder back to the ground floor, half expecting to find Leon bleeding out or even dead on the concrete. Instead, he’s being heaved up by his armpits, unconscious, and pushed into the trunk of one of the cars, half in, half out as one of the heavy-set men commences a search, confiscating a multitude of weapons with a scoff.

You can’t see any other bodies, which is strange. Is Kennedy getting slow in his old age?

At the other car, a man with a blonde pony-tail is bent down, talking through the window to someone you can’t see. “Go on ahead with the package.”

The driver seems to protest, but ponytail shakes his head.

“We’ll take the rat elsewhere, have some fun… We’ll join you back at base after. Go.” He thumps the top of the car with his fist to emphasize his point.

The idling car now hits the gas with gusto, the tyres burning against the concrete before it skids out of sight.

The heavy-set man seems to have concluded his search of the unconscious agent by then, finishing with what looks to be Leon’s phone. He considers it for a moment before he drops it to the floor and grinds it into the concrete with the heel of his shoe, the screen splintering and plastic cracking under his weight.

He then leans into the trunk before holding Leon’s arms behind his back and securing his wrists with what looks like a zip tie, before heaving up his legs and giving his ankles the same treatment.

You grit your teeth as you think – you don’t have much time. They’re not taking Leon to the HQ, so it’s not like you can catch up and let the rest of the squad know they’ve got a hostage.

The other car’s gone, one of the guys is distracted, if you just-

“Well, well…” There’s a gun pressed to the small of your back and your stomach sinks. You’d thought the two remaining were the ones you had in your eyesight, assuming three others had got back into the other car, but one seems to have been prowling. Fuck, you’re better than this usually. Are you and Kennedy both having an off day?

A thick forearm wraps around your throat in a headlock.

“Drop the gun.”

Before you can even think of how to get out of the hold, a knee is forced between your thighs, weakening your stance and preventing any sort of retaliation you might be able to achieve with your legs. The forearm tenses and cuts off all air, the order repeated and it is not until your grip on your gun goes limp, letting it drop to the floor that it relaxes, leaving you gasping for breath.

“We’ve already caught ourselves a rat this evening, suppose it makes sense we catch a mouse next.”

You try and throw your head back in desperation - if you break his nose he’ll definitely let go, but there’s not enough room and the arm around your throat squeezes again, but this time there is no relief, only a smug whisper in your ear.

“Sweet dreams, little mouse.”

Everything went black.

You squint in the dark of what you assume is the car trunk – an eerie red glow emitting from the corners which you presume are the taillights – and your eyes slowly begin to adjust to find two icy blue ones staring up at you under familiar bangs. “Leon?” Your voice is a little hoarse, but it’s better than being dead.

“One and only. Gotta say, this is a surprise. Been a while.”

You try and roll off his chest entirely but it’s awkward and cramped. The trunk is not large enough to be accommodating two adults, let alone one as muscular as Leon. You manage to shift most of your weight off him, though your legs are somewhat still entangled, ankles crisscrossed together with the same zip tie treatment. You cough, trying to relieve the tightness in your throat. “What are you doing here? This is a BSAA op.”

“DSO had intel of a terrorist cell being supplied with virus samples.” He tries to shuffle back a little, take in your face after you lying atop of him unconscious for however long.

“It’s a fake – it’s our drop.”

“What?”

“I was doing surveillance to confirm they accepted the suitcase with the tracker – the rest of the pack is gonna intercept their base once co-ordinates are confirmed.”

You see him raise his eyebrow in the dim light. “Pack? Redfield still going by that wolf crap?”

“Oh, because birds are so cool, right?” You retort, though you’re more annoyed at your situation than him.

“How’d they get you?”

“Does it matter?” You avoid the question, not wanting to tell him the real reason you’d got caught was because you’d been concerned seeing him being shoved into the trunk.

“We’ve gotta get out of these restraints. I can try and…” You trail off, your breath catching in your throat. You pull fruitlessly at the plastic holding your wrists, ignoring the sharp pain, and try and bring your knees up to your chest.

“Already tried, there’s not enough space.” Leon interjects. “Maybe if I was here solo…”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you mean to sound sarcastic, but with how you’re breathing it sounds more like a genuine apology. “I just thought it looked so fun when I saw you being kidnapped so I had to join in, you know?”

You’re breathing too heavy now, but it’s not getting down into your lungs. You’re not sure if it’s because your windpipe was crushed earlier, or that you’re on your side in an awkward position, or the fact that you’re stuffed in the trunk of a car with potentially limited oxygen.

Fuck.

“Hey.” Leon’s voice sounds foggy.

You shuffle as best you can, hoping a change in position might open up your airways, but it feels like as if the trunk is closing in around you.

“Hey. You good?”

“I…”

“You need to breathe deeper than that, okay?”

Deep down, in your logical mind, you know you do, but in the panic it’s just not happening, and your breaths grow only shallower. Your throat is too tight, the zip tie around your wrist and ankles is too tight, the space in here is too tight. Leon tenses his forearms behind his back for the umpteenth time, willing the plastic to break as he sees you falling further and further into distress. His words aren't getting through and he can't really touch you either, can't grab your hand or your shoulder and try and ground you for a moment to catch your breath. “I’m so sorry.” Leon throws his head forward and kisses you – not square on the lips, more at the corner of your open mouth, messy and awkward - but it’s enough to knock you out of hyperventilating as your scalp tingles.

“Breathe.” He orders, pulling back.

“You just-”

“Breathe. There’s plenty of oxygen in here – it’s not airtight. Breathe.”

You close your eyes and mouth and take a deep inhale through your nose, spluttering a little as you try to hold it. It takes a few cycles, Leon keeping silent as you gather your bearings, but eventually it steadies.

“Sorry.” You mumble, embarrassed.

“I’m sorry – I shouldn’t have kissed you, I just couldn’t think of how else to divert your focus.”

“No, it’s okay. Definitely worked.”

There’s an awkward silence before Leon shuffles ever so slightly.

“Promise you won’t tell Redfield? I’d rather not have my neck snapped.”

“Why would he do that?”

“You... You two aren’t a thing?”

“No.” Your brow furrows. “He’s my captain. My life’s already complicated enough fighting bioweapons without throwing in dating my superior.”

“Oh. I thought…” He shrugs as best as he can before you can see the infamous cocky grin. “Well, how about you and I grab dinner after this?”

“If there is an after this.” You try and swallow down the anxious feeling that’s crawling up from your stomach once more. “Being moved to a second location against your will is nev- Ugh!”

The car drives over a pothole but, thankfully, your head doesn’t collide with the top of the trunk. Leon groans as the impact threw him over onto his front before he mutters under his breath and starts to grind his hips.

“Holy shit.”

“What?”

“I think they missed a weapon.”

“Really?” Your voice perks up. “What?”

“A knife.”

“How’d they miss a knife?”

“Is that a complaint?” Leon scoffs.

“No, just seems a bit amateur hour. Can you reach it?”

“Not a chance, but, er…”, he clears his throat, “you might. We’re gonna have to try and adjust positions first, I’ll need your back to my chest.”

“Okay. Erm…” You scooch yourself forward with your hip and heel of your boot - easier said than done as the trunk grows narrower the further you go down, your knees bunching up towards your chest. “Like that?”

“Gimme a sec.” He responds through gritted teeth, trying to roll over again. Whatever make car this is, it’s not American – the trunk space is abysmal. Eventually, he manages it, shuffling himself forward until your fingers are pressed up against what feels like his chest.

“Hey!” He snaps with a poorly concealed laugh as your fingers twitch against the fabric. “That tickles.”

“Sorry – reflex. Where is it?”

“Well, put simply, my crotch.”

You give yourself a moment to let the words sink in.

“You keep a knife in your crotch? How have you not cut off your-?”

“It’s more a scalpel than a knife,” he cuts you off. “And it’s hidden away in the lining – in-built sheath – near the fly. Think you can find it?”

You close your eyes tight, thinking it might help you focus. Your thumb brushes up against something firm and you feel Leon tense behind you.

“Is that…?”

“My jockstrap, thank you.” He clears his throat again. “Higher than that and more to the left.”

You try to follow his instructions, but it’s impossible to go any higher, unable to bend your elbows. “I don’t think I can. Can you shuffle down any?”

“Er…” He tries, shifting down an inch or so, his knees pressing into the back of yours in a spoon, his breath tickling your ear as he settles back down. “There. Bit to the left again.”

You close your eyes again, feeling the zip with your thumb and head to the left until you feel what feels like a thin tube.

“That?”

“Yep. Now, just try and bring it up and out. The blade’s at the bottom.”

That’s easier said than done as you press your thumbs either side of it and feel it move ever so slightly up. It’s a slow and steady process, not helped with the fact of how sweaty your palms are now getting with Leon pressed right up against you. “I think it’s nearly there. If the blade’s at the bottom, can you shuffle back? I don’t wanna slice you open.”

“You got a good grip?”

You swear you can hear the grin in his voice with that one.

“As good as I ever will.”

He scoots back a little, not as far as possible, but enough room so you can pull the scalpel implement up and twirl it around carefully in your grip so you can start to saw against the zip-tie.

“Got it.”

“Does it feel like it’s working?”

“Yeah. Just kinda awkwa-" There’s a stinging pain in your palm as the knife slices through and you hiss.

“What?”

“Got my palm.”

“Bad?”

“Had worse.” You bite your lip at the pain then, eyes squeezed shut again, trying to visualize what might be going on behind your back. Your movements are miniscule, a concern that that if you went any faster you’d slip in your enthusiasm and stab Leon.

It feels like hours when you finally feel the tension give and your wrists are free of the horrid plastic.

“Got it. Just…” Mindful of your bleeding palm, you roll over with your good hand and lean up, pushing Leon face down so you can set to work on his wrists. It only takes a few confident saws, despite how slick your palm is with blood, before the agent groans and pulls his arms in front of him.

You pull your knees up to your chest and quickly slice through the restraints around your ankles, before handing the scalpel to Leon to do the same. His fingers pinch your other wrist instead, bringing your bleeding palm up close to his face to analyze in the dim light.

“Shit, that’s deep.”

“It’s fine,” you try and shake off his hold, but his grip remains firm.

“That’ll be the blood loss talking. Hold on.” He pulls up his shirt with his free hand and rips at the hem with his teeth, tearing off a rough strip, before he begins to wrap it around your palm in an attempt to stem the bleeding.

“There.” He announces, tying it off with a tight knot. “Not ideal, but it’ll have to do for now.”

“Thanks.” You cradle it back against your stomach and hand him over the blade so he can finally cut through the zip-tie around his ankles. It seems just in time too, as the car begins to slow.

“How do you want to play this?”

“You sit tight, I deal with whoever opens the trunk… then we go for dinner.”

“You know I am not a sit tight kinda gal, right?”

“We’ve only got one knife.”

“One scalpel.” You correct.

“Exactly.” The car stops.

“Roll over, face the back.” He orders, taking control. “I’ll go the other way – they won’t be able to see our hands. When they lean in to haul me out…”

The dulled sound of the car doors opening leaves you with no choice but to turn away as instructed and your hand brushes up against Leon’s as you tuck them back behind your back. With the hand that’s not holding the scalpel, he grabs hold of your uninjured hand and squeezes your fingers in reassurance.

The trunk opens.

Leon is peering through his lashes, bangs over his eyes, as his captor comes into view, gun raised. He nudges Leon’s shoulder with the barrel, watching the agent’s head lull back before holstering his weapon and preparing to heave Leon out of the trunk.

And that’s when he takes his chance, scalpel in hand, straight into the jugular, his other hand nabbing the gun out of the holster as he twists himself up and out of the trunk before the man can hit the ground.

Before you can get up to join him, he slams the trunk back down. You curse, hearing back and forth gunshots before the trunk opens again a few minutes later, Leon stood there with an apologetic smile.

“Coast is clear. We’re down at the docks – I can’t believe I let myself get caught by these amateurs.”

“Well, I can’t believe you shut the trunk on me!” You shuffle forward using your good hand, relieved to be sitting upright at last, legs dangling out from the trunk.

“I’m sorry - I know most guys bring their dates flowers,” he pulls another confiscated gun out of his back pocket – must be his prize from the other guy – and offers it out to you, “but something tells me you’d accept this instead?”

You take it with a smirk and a retort too good to pass up on. “You’re really gunning for this dinner date, huh, Kennedy?”

He leans forward and pushes you back into the trunk with a kiss.

This is so, so silly but I had fun x

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diejager · 5 months ago

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Reunion Cw: fluff, self-hate, slight angst?, possessive behaviour, worshiping, tell me if I missed any.

He never knocked or rang the bell when he was back, he’d unlock the door and slip in, like a quiet shadow passing under the door and into your small two bedroom apartment in some part of UK, where you moved after some trouble back home. He can’t remember the time you met, at least not with clear and intact images, only small glimpses and shattered glass that made up his mind, but he remembered you. You were a mosaic of vibrant glass, the sheer material coloured in velvet red, bubbly blue, shy pink, peachy orange, lively green, royal purple and gentle yellow, you were the touch of colour in his bleak life, one of black, white and greys.

He slinked from shadow to shadow, sticking to the walls of your apartment, doing his habitual surveillance of the area and secure it, it was something he never forgot, a routine check whenever he came back. Despite all his gear, thick and suffocating, his kevlar mask and the plates in his vest, the collection of knives he kept stocked and at hand, strapped to his hips, legs, arms, feet and body, he moved fluently. His eyes moved across the hall, peering into the open archways of your kitchen and living room, then into your bathroom and the few closets you had, and finally your bedroom.

You were sound asleep, vulnerable and unprotected in your loose shirt and pretty, cotton panties, hair crowning around your head and blanket falling off your hips. You were a beautiful sin, something to crave and protect, he felt unworthy of being in your presence, a monster like him shouldn’t be anywhere near you, but you insisted, you cried and begged for him. How could he tell you no? How could a broken man like him not surrender to a being like you, angelic and holy in every sense? You were a taste of heaven, a slice of paradise that he wouldn’t dare touch - dare ruin - but you wanted him to, and he let you indulge in whatever you liked, however long you wanted.

Working meticulously, he silently stripped, knife after knife, then his vests and armour, followed by any rough and thick fabrics that would irritate your skin if you rubbed against it. Stuffed into his duffle bag, he slid behind you, the thin straps of his top straining around his broad shoulders as much as they stretched over the span of his abdomen and chest, he quietly pressed himself against you: spooning you with an arm around your and you back to his chest, warmly cuddled into his unbridled heat. Just the way you liked it.

Where he feared and hated touching people and being touched, a result of both his upbringing and the treatment he was delt, you adored it, a loving and affectionate person he grew to worship like an apostle would wit their deity. You were the perfect opposite to him, open, welcoming, charming and gentle. The strange dichotomy of your relationship was something he feared would ruin you, he - for all his stoicism and coldness - was terrified that he’d shame you, becoming something shameful, a black mold growing within your perfect world. He feared he would corrupt it as it ruled his with ruination and chaos.

But you… loved him. Or so you’d whisper. At nights where he was eerily quiet, a large slump against your wall while you sang and chirped like the pretty bird you were. You’d see past his blank expression, past the dazed yet unarmed gleam in his eyes, past the tense muscles and his grunts. You’d see him not as a shell of a broken man, but as someone you loved and cherished just as much as he knelt to you, kissing the rough scars of his palms with your gentle lips and peppering his body with sweet praises and reminders that you were here for him.

Whenever he wanted. Wherever he was. Whatever he needed. You would be there the moment he called. And if you needed him - if you’d still want him after he came home covered in blood and filth - he would heed your call, kneel at your feet and kiss them. Despite all his flaws and insecurities, he coveted and protected you, he was too possessive of you to simply let you go because of his shortcomings —of course, as long as you’ll have him.

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