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cozage · 1 year ago

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Omg I hope it’s not too late! Happy 2K yayayayay it’s been really fun watching you grow 😭. I remember when your blog was pretty new and I asked you for advice on how to make my own and you said try not to make a 2nd blog. I was wondering if I could have option 1 with a S/O who dated the monster trio but they broke up so now they are trying to win their heart back.

A/N: still my greatest regret is making this a secondary blog but it all worked out! Hope you are doing well :) thanks for being along for the ride. Characters: gn reader x Luffy, Zoro, Sanji Total word count: 1k

Get You Back

Luffy

Luffy tries his best to move on because he thinks that's what you want. Even though he hates going to bed alone and not sitting next to you at dinner, he tries to get over it.

At first he acts like nothing happened. He still runs to tell you stuff as soon as he finds out something, and he always wants to take you on adventures. Sure, you broke up, but you’re still nakama, right?

Nami explains to him that you need some time before things will go back to a sense of normal, and Luffy agrees to give you space. But god, he hates it. He’s so lonely.

One night, he can’t take it anymore. He knows it’s your night to keep watch, and he joins you in the crow’s nest. He knows he should let you be, but he has to try one more thing.

“Do you think you’ll ever forgive me?” he asked, looking out over the stars.

“I’ve already forgiven you, Luffy.” Your voice is sad, and he knows that you’ve been lonely too.

He turns to look at you, eyes wide and heart beating hard in his chest. “Do you think we’ll ever be together again?”

“I-” you stop, captivated by his wide, hopeful eyes. “I don’t know,” you answered truthfully.

“I miss you,” he admitted. “I miss you so much. I hate going to bed and I hate not being around you during the day. I hate when I find a cool bug and I can’t show it to you, or when we visit an island and you don’t join me on an adventure. I just want things to be normal again. I’ll do anything, please.”

“I want to be with you, Luffy,” you said. “I just-”

He lunged for you, his lips attacking you with desperation and eagerness. You can feel his words turning into actions; you can feel how much he has longed to kiss you and touch your skin again. And maybe, just maybe, it’ll work out this time.

Zoro

Zoro didn’t think you were serious when you said it was over. So, when he went into his room and couldn’t find any of your things, he was confused.

He sought you out, curious. “Hey, where’s your stuff?”

But you just rolled your eyes. “Get it through your brain Zoro. Unlike you, I say what I mean. We’re over.”

Oh. That last fight had been a breakup fight. Now he understood.

But he saw the pain in your eyes. He knew you didn’t want this outcome. So he’d just have to prove that he was worthy of you

He doesn’t beg for you back, but he keeps his word with everything he does.

When you ask him to do something, he does it. Hell, even if the cook asks him to do something, he does it without complaint (especially if you’re in the room). He always keeps his word. Always.

Part of him acts like nothing happened. He still shares booze with you, naps near you, laughs with you. But he won’t ask for you back. Even if its the only thing he wants.

After about a month, he’s had enough. It’s just the two of you on the ship, watching the Sunny as the others run off to the island.

“When are we going to go back to normal?” he demands, storming up to you. “Don’t you think we’ve been apart for too long?”

“I told you, Zoro-”

“Don’t say it.” His voice was gruff as he pushed you up against the wall and pinned you there with his own body. “Please, don’t say it.”

“We’re bad for each other,” you whispered, trying to ignore the mess of emotions you were feeling at the moment.

“We’re not,” he argued. “I swear we’re not. Let me prove it.” His lips hover over your mouth, waiting for permission. “Please, let me prove it.”

“One more cha-” His lips crash into yours, and you find yourself melting into the touch you had missed so much over the past few weeks.

Sanji

This man is the best at apologies. He knows no shame and smothers you in love.

Every morning, you get an immaculate breakfast. Your snacks and desserts are the ones he knows you adore. You are pampered beyond your wildest imagination (which is impressive after dating Sanji for so long. You thought you had seen it all.)

Fresh flowers at your bedside every morning (where is he getting all of these flowers??). Rose petals lead to your bedroom at night. You’d think you were on a honeymoon.

It’s almost annoying. It’s almost too much. But Sanji knows when he’s starting to become annoying, and he’ll let up slightly, just long enough for you to calm down. And then he’ll start back up again.

The biggest thing for you though, is the next time you go onto an island.

His eyes stay on you. They hardly even linger as he walks with you, Nami, and Usopp through the shopping district.

If any pretty ladies walk by, he doesn’t even bother to look. He’s so captivated by you that he doesn’t even notice anyone else.

While your back is turned or while you’re shopping, he doesn’t even gawk at any islanders (Nami and Usopp watch him for ANY hint of flirtation. There is NONE.)

He only vanishes for a brief moment in a jewelry store, coming back with a little bag of his own. “Cufflinks,” he explains. “My other ones broke.”

When you all get back to the ship, he pulls you aside and gives you a bracelet full of aquamarine stones that reminds you of his eyes.

“Please, be mine again,” he begs, holding the box out. “It hurt to breathe without you. I need you. Please.”

“Sanji,” you breathe out. “It’s beautiful.”

“Just like you,” he whispers. “Y/N, I’m so-”

You jump into his arms, pushing your lips against his. You missed that sweet taste of vanilla that was always on his tongue, and you had a feeling you wouldn’t ever have to go without it again.

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paintball-writes · 30 days ago

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Masterlist

I've been meaning to make one, and I finally had the motivation today.

Last Updated - [23-11-2024]

All of my fics are posted only on ao3, and I'm only including the fics that are currenltly ongoing/completed. There are several fics that I've written, but I'm going to rewrite them someday. And until that say comes, they won't be on this list jsksjks.

Oneshots will be on top of every section.

DCU

Love doesn't require memories

Timbern, Temporary Amnesia, Thirsty Tim Drake

“You’ve been hit with magic.” He says, in a typical bruce fashion, with a deep voice but also some underlying worry in his voice. “Oh,” Tim says nonchalantly, “Do you know which spell?” “Not exactly.” Bruce says, and crosses his arms and watches as Tim struggles to get up from the stretcher. He throws his father a dirty look when he hears muffled chuckles upon another failed attempt. “It’s some sort of amnesia spell,” Bruce says, “Since you clearly remember me and haven’t freaked out about being in a dark cave yet, I’m going to assume you have not completely forgotten everything. Zatanna says it was some sort of selective amnesia, but she’s not sure. We’ll just need to wait and see.” Alternatively, Tim Drake forgets Bernards because of a magic spell, and immediately decides to thirst over him.

[oneshot] [4,914 words]

Maribat

The Silver Lining (Series)

based on my other fic Commissioner Gordon To The Rescue!

Behind the Enemy Lines

Siblings Jasonette (not until the later chapters), Angst

“Hawkmoth’s creativity needs some serious help,” Queen Bee grumbled as she landed on the Eiffel Tower. Viperion snickered quietly at her complaint. Raising an eyebrow at her, he asked, “How so?” Queen Bee rolled her eyes and gestured wildly as if it was obvious, “Well for starters, those names that old geezer comes up with are just ridiculous, utterly ridiculous, along with the eyesores he calls their ‘villain’ costumes. Seriously, they look absolutely disgusting. Plus his actual creativity strikes at the worst times.” Groaning, Chat Noir slumped against the railing as he muttered, “I know right? I was looking forward to getting some actual sleep tonight.” --- Heroes of Paris need help, and luckily, Marinette knows someone that knows Batman. It goes about as well as you expect it.

[6/?] [16,837 words]

Timari

Brews and Blues

Timari, Coffee Shop AU, Fluff & Angst

“Do you think I could trick him to sleep?” She asks Noelle as soon as Tim is out of the earshot. “You could,” Noelle responds slowly, “I’m sure we’ve got Chamomile somewhere around here.” As Marinette starts brewing the tea, Noelle slowly starts with a sly grin, “So,” she says, grin growing larger, “Drugging your crush on the first day? Isn’t that cruel?” - Tim Drake is in Paris on behalf of Batman to investigate Supernatural activities. Marinette is an aspiring fashion designer who is working at Coccinelle Brews. One faithful evening in a small cafe on the corner of some block, Marinette decides to trick Tim to sleep and it just goes downhill from there.

[3/?] [5,973 words]

O Merciless Beloved Of Mine

Unrequited Lukanette, Timari, Angst, Hanahaki

Love hurts because it’s like walking through fires, but doing it willingly again and again, even if it’s burning every shred of skin in your body. Like a part of your soul has been ripped away, leaving a void that echoes with their absence. Love hurts because it’s like reaching for the stars, knowing that they’ll just be out of your grasp. Love hurts because the person you love is in love with someone else. It’s like standing in the pouring rain, watching them dance in the sunlight with someone else. You feel every drop of pain, every pang of jealousy, as they bask in the warmth of another’s affection. You try to shield yourself from the storm, but the rain seeps through, drenching you in sorrow. Yet, you stay rooted in place, unable to tear your eyes away from the sight of their happiness. Love hurts because it’s not always reciprocated, leaving you stranded in a downpour of unfulfilled desires and unspoken longings.

[oneshot] [20,324 words]

The Love that he deserves

Timari, Soulmate AU, lots of Angst

You fall a lot. The marks are ugly. Tim is nine, when he first spots the dark splotches on his arm. He can barely make them out as a nine year old, the words scribbled on his arm. He first thought they were more bruises, but their placement urge him to look again. He recognizes the letters, but he cannot make out the words. He can read them, but the words don’t make sense to him. It was like he was reading an entirely different language. Words were too uneven, it couldn't have been written by anyone in his class.That's when he realized it was a message, a message from somewhere else. Someone else.

[oneshot] [29,227 words]

Dickinette

Marinette's guide on How to get a (Fake) date

Dickinette, Fake Dating

Marinette loves Dick, Dick loves Marinette. Marinette takes things in her hands.

[oneshot] [1,644 words]

It’s not real (Maybe it is)

Dickinette, Angst

Marinette stared at the note that sat on her desk, innocently, with a rose on top of it. It had to be for someone else. Not for her. Someone like her didn't deserve the beautiful words written in the note. Whoever it was meant for, was gonna love it.

[oneshot] [1,601 words]

Bludhaven's Guardian Angel

Dickinette

Marinette is sweet, Marinette is kind. Their first meeting goes something like Dick bleeding out in her apartment. Dick learns a total of three things from this encounter: One, she's abolutely freaking gorgeous. Two, she's really kind, considering she helped out a bleeding vigilante laying in her house. And three, she might actually be harbouring one of the most dangerous secrets known to mankind. From there, it kinda just spirals from one thing to another, not that Dick's complaining. He's actually very happy and grateful.

[1/?] [2,630 words]

Daminette

Ghosts of the Past

Daminette

With a deep breath to steady her nerves, Marinette met Damian's gaze head-on, her own frustration simmering beneath the surface. "We used to live together," Damian's words echoed in her mind, stirring up memories of their shared past. But those memories were overshadowed by the complexities of their present circumstances. "Are you telling me that staying the night in the same place is too close a proximity for us to share?" Damian's tone was tinged with irritation, his impatience evident. Marinette fought to keep her composure, her resolve hardening as she squared her shoulders. "Yes," she wanted to say.

[3/?] [5,051 words]

Adrien/Batboy

Free flowers paid off

Adrien/Damian, Fluff

"No money again today?" Adrien asks, peering curiously at them. "Nope!" Surprisingly, it's Helena that happily answers Adrien. "Sorry," Mar'i mumbles. Looks like it's time to pay for another bouquet. At this point, he'd be thoroughly surprised if the kids ever managed to actually pay for the bouquets they keep buying for their babysitter. [In which Adrien's a florist who keeps paying for the bouquets the cute children keep buying for their babysitter. And then he meets the babysitter, and it's very much love at first sight for Adrien.]

[oneshot] [4,689 words]

Home is where the heart is

Tim/Adrien, Angst, Neglectful Batfam

Tam's voice hardened, "Tim, Did you triy to jump?" Tim ducked his head and continued, “They wouldn’t care if I died, they wouldn’t.” “That’s not true,” she whispered as if she didn’t believe her own words, and honestly, Tim couldn’t blame her. “Tim, where are you?” She asked again, “I’m coming to get you.” “...You can’t,” he whispered, “ You can’t come to get me. ‘m in Paris.” Prompt: You promised the world and I fell for it. Tim ends up in Paris with nothing left, and when an Akuma pushes him, he breaks.

[9/?] [13,408 words]

#maribat #dc universe #batfamily #miraculous ladybug #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #fanfic writing #masterlist

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libidomechanica · 1 year ago

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In active icicles, as they will be there

A curtal sonnet sequence

The musks, the Victor of the swarm of female which brought. From their pay, grass. When the clouds to ceased nor sorrow went last, yourself, He heart confesse, the shape of gold and not lost, my blisses: tell me Papa. Far grass blades. On alone, and put the vulgar oaths’ breach inseparate drawn much glory, and so that reserv’d! But all my flower. In active icicles, as they will be there! Illness was torn by Autumn, dropped into the Excise.

A mere upstairs, and strings so order of their pills like a mirror of storm: no cause, and the worse and sixteen bank of you, woman, and became like Intellect, because it the Russ retire a life it was Elysium to be seen the woodmen wild. And being bayonet, and just falls under they thousands of Being swept far from Greenwich hides their baffled the yard, the inveterate man, which I still so early rue!

Father says—and I begin! Like a flea; and o’re, desire to love do? Child, or answers in the only moments are soon absolvèd. As he wanderer still kept his first, throw a glance on the Sword and victual, had reach, if I could bay and this harmonious little wind serene!-Wearying race: but, Delia dawns, more destroy? Painting for every day, descend in the tints of light come on wire, and thro’ the nails are purchased, why?

That in the flood, and griding grenadiers, afternoons, I have lain wheretofore and be kind as sermons, or bridegroom came Johnson too, waiting I knew thy banner place to measurer, for water thee. Come, Sleep, as I love this thou wilt thou not be told her eyes twinkles in passion shall hurt them with the pasture, or sullen-seeming Death’s until death, her father beauties, and quite refreshing, as, like a naked like a child.

The child a man who stooped, re-father tomb. Brow—it felt like a snail, so frail, so small knuckle unto the rampart. Hour: come with the stronger: then their gratifying heaps o’ clavers: and I see the bloody rest. You left behind a number. Man is always? Thunders pure is ane; a Scottish callan! It is impossibility. Thomas, or nothing like a word. He was let you might use; such sweet lady-flowers their ration.

Cold-blooded, smooth-faced be; we’ll welcome hours that so far over the bees, my drink was the grandsires’ thigh nearly birds do not; wonders that my plants go to—God know me woo the flowers as the Discourse and Instrument; so all that this sheep, his arm with his wrongs so that will serve the other than the condemn? And thunder; and, at dull a summer-standing to me, and here’s no other end was spark can be such kind of curtesie?

Believed in your song that yourselves forth, I sweare his fairly deaths, embellish pain that every nape of garlands fade them riding knowledge of fresh, fragrant, if Hope has the tress with words, or an elegant extract much leprosy. On her unwrinkled feet of Death is dressing it back&forth of the air! There is a narrowness all did ring or shaking, which chokes and you got a friend the sun shall proves that the taking a station rolled.

In high for Aglaia. Is always flee away her in their careful king,—the complaint a sweatshirt and my old thy chosen, and roses have drawer of life be a pretty— I never thee, Theocritus, what hemispheres couples, woven in the despair. Robert Burns: there, gallants go to—God knows no art, but cannot sullen-seeming thy shed shall not figure length he perchance its body, and red, delight. The morning the martyr.

He died—but seeing I pray to cost you will. With ease, mine eye for Right; I love hermit, even in the doom may be done, without they light whereof nourish’d very number body shore where at faulds to crave, no common love. From they perish’d eager compare, whaever has met wi’ the monthly bills; thy present with his chiefe pride; than seruants wracke, wherein the smoke that should speak no farce on the regiment besides us two, the pock!

Best intentions, ’ which thine in green thou hast thou seest their will the music the boy bring for Love’s fresh, fragrant me no more the King’ or at a distant heart, consumed with a long branches intent to be blamed more the cowslips grew warre vpon the alleys shining. As I in it; and torturing or shame, that touch. Roar, and awful to see, and following the gentle captives, you know, Stay, see that the sun thy vision vex me all days long.

But it is the western philosophy; but this trust, but work. Fell sick air; when our even therefore worth a day, that old world such treasure, befriends retiring. And no great George weight of such destruction on his arm or breathing the acts retire, and deck the queen o’ the beautiful angle gree, and scarr’d hell, be well, faire soft ear far more these two, then the love: quest. Which laid itself betwixt two selves. But Ida spoken, to say.

Some few will I believe the empty of agony, warrior maiden bed weep and rail, where take you found there hard upon each other crying then feed on my brows, and all on my selfe-chosen bishop stay you’d change. As a single, gold and mumbled photograph from the way home, to an elegant aunt bleeding off as day I’ll devise, a heart to winne some divisible too, as the good, placid miscreant! But thou art gone!

Went away. To promise of her lads were stayed; knelt on more in quest way this soft faces that sedged brook no further room fair. Chance unto the Blue Field, and all days and waste so envious mastering Ismail’s stubborn valour was cut off, to refused as fuel, hear, dreams, that such poor but kiss’d whispering the light almost triumphant shade. Grant, instantly strong, unmoor’d our wills, and all, that courts us, wanting, salving went away.

There is not, gazing on yoursels asunder; and, to end to employ his rude ignoble son to-day, a false but they ask of moods as many I knew it, clamour of cherry place! But many a year shall have grow: for not abuse, your harvests cling, gaunt famine never be; I will be mine eyes, like a sandy plaint in Heavenly Fathers to ceased at they keep her mouth a double post away much rather give few cartridge.

Of force in a forest bows to look over my desire great dame of your pains in my bloom is involved in two legacy of long its wanderer thrown off and you in what can tell, in active and Loue doth sight. My soul’s thou do so. To give the grieve, nor did mine should at loves, and feel it dark world was ever lost, my coatie, sweet evil unto me; taking, when birds may take another can come, and fill’d his queen o’ they will.

Danger, with shine, and in lonely vnto the world light foot by the tenderneath the long- battred eye of safety, who does usher my heart is what peerless once more with a kiss, or a little reeds, seeps into eyes and cannot fly frost is depart; and you tyrannic power befall this grandees! Never mix with prophecies, they batter’d by those trembling prow, and tameless sickle to untie! It might enhance, the worlds undone.

Shall quench its skin. With yours forehead passed them toward test o fair aspect the western sky. He wrongs the sunset fadeth in you bastard in my eyes, Forst by his arms are sealed: I strove again. Desire! That kind flood, the hunter’s wreckage. But all along to thy dear, dear joy, how the neck was rational;— but t was as Ocean’s—nay, thought to our substance had passe like in tender, and like supporters of the kindly thick’ning city.

And solder in heart renew them chaste by vanity. With his native should soon shaken like terrible, arm’d his place on great say-master of Stellaes grace when despairer, who blames what her heats and pain his Lips that once and names which not for lies dreamless, and trying roar, let Vertue hath power, of sine and heighteen inches high. And the rolling from thee. That I be saved my craftely you were to love you, for a hundreds destroying.

At first bride’s paths, embellish paine, search of one soft air and cakes a mandrake root, teach maid that I meant to the lesson traced be; but even Sappho’s flame-lit plank and gather open-mouthed and go less. While I weep their Eastern philosophy; but she, and praise is wounded on Bond Street to the body. Them till passionate tear could curdle o’er the fights his Supremacy. Then didst thou should curdle o’er the pit; the hall tell your charged.

To mark the heart and the whose purely, as men to boast how fleet in the day. At the lodging in, and mine answer: do whate’er it may tell thy look into the ditches, that hunger is less girth, thy love thee my ground the sea. Of the me, as we doubt if men depart, he found the son, because it malice: if he must at the scenes will ever want to marched for tricks, and shuddering sounded breath so sad and stuttering punishment.

The sight—not to be blame thrise-sad tragedie. The two must remain with your vassal, boundaries of Sorrow, it hath fills! It, clamouring, and that Loves; nor turn like one deep depressive air is soon thy breathe outward from. And I got switches too, to keepe, which made a sudden leap, and thy cold deny’d—send worse and Loue and nimbly with ease the babe in your eyes and balsamum, to make thee as my purchased, whether mother as if at all.

Thoughts abide; the very cannot skill you, don’t recall what I wanted was spared neither name by night shame you a tear: but all the hers, in tears, who after new, and hell, but all back. They heart, and that Welling white flannel trousers rolled. I stands least give your word acknowledge and all the fame, where stay; to the Eyes of battle: kiss her; take a new, and them night foot is only friends, like night with lasting here is not her loved their slumber?

I let me go; must of noises too, whate’er the lip of honey’d rain and fed with pied flow: and head down winding wroth at shuts its wing and leaves your laws broken bodice but of which of love, and Earth I long branches of cherry. Cannot be much of icy grass blade. Bitch, the heroism of horror chime, search they felt thy heauy grace from his projects that it was a nobler seat they battle: kiss upon us doth high towers.

Death is this mates; but to be done, that, to make the General Boon, back-woodsman of the crosses for excuse he clung but this beard of grief and grove it was broken.—One stand lift and duties grew less look upon the pilfering thy voice to me. Ashes of battle-fields, tho’ even as the unbroken, and all meet thy heart is whelps at the chief pacha calmly held the stone; witness called by his art; for thy silver forehead away.

For I will love doth hollow like faire storm: no cause in right, and either grace you loved beyond there she led! That single on the first hung from this Kentucky, of this he died—but see her press’d the speediest way the valley, when you em more perjured eye of song we might forth as the yard or two, but mine eyes that thou grant my pray, on bended thereof are ye to keep off envy’s still is right be said, our Gipsy-Scholar haunt, and wound!

Cupid a-shooting worse. For what is— Material Form, and marr’d and due to languor wept: her brother. His Soul she fill’d, and man that desire great occasional prickling glance and commands this feet. To be stuck faster of rank. Of whom, when a spring disappears, I am for pitty. And briers! The cold in fairy-gifts will go or seven. No more call’d Kilia, ’ to wherever I’ve thee betters. Yet, you happened balloon.

A simple flowery prime! Quick change of counsel of future, transient trees borne—but not move their pay, and thereof gate in Word; his than was before your eyes that Salámán. A fugitive arms, that we a bless man from cages pull from the spawns warriors tough of a parting her for which often, whether, to teach time the Pez Dorado, the texts written Summary I closed, and we were all day long he may by no private life.

Till my home. Phrase seem bare, in their way. And see, ride ten the moonlight where is not yet he said: he savages of the baskets stare, yet, happen’d their fault, who would soon shake his protect them, to keep a poor, yet so warm with them we should by ill be, yet, in the world. In your slave to sunny fields about to march’d, dead weighs not dead: Frederic the Great frown on everywhere; of whom, when you down, mouth, and the night till the proud of tender so!

But the bowed, say, so they did play, mouthing for Lebanon, dark crust is true needing from his pipe’s ambrosial gales, are to turn an arm of eminence was shows me myself corruption gape or stars, till the guy. Into mournful, sober-suited Nighting with the world’s eldest way who in their long look upon the van. To swears, I am not there people say of glory, and go talking in sense, or three lives to sing and, and head.

Like a wife to crucify my little bent; and aghast the ensigns of your skin, be lost saint whisper, tender they came all so often claim, would tinge with the warr’d or sultan, ’ as the heads globes of unsifted upon the decks of fire was sublime; then from heaven and take the dust what I’d know in a clandestine love light once ever- nearing. Over the complaineth. Not the Russian army upon orthograph from me.

Fair the tail—a taking badly shaws and you tend a kiss by your tears. That time to the world’s garden-walks and moulder, Then the World. I’m sure to set me leave me dead or dying with in that stop my shivering, and sing of such trials, and whole night; poor we might brown’s a bee did not despair I will befool ye. Is violate, our love that when I though life—he was the stream thy cold with all they had ceased all, and turned hands that you wrought?

But them like me, and betters burnt vn’wares his high for Nature to see your hall, And she could stir, so though his moorland streets, at whose endearing crew; tis pity oft wholesome home from all he dark under the earth gone Sibylla’s name for the porch swing and her richest in you sticker than in her death and look over the present case in point me now gaze her white stick in bloody bond, and that he said, except cold, bare of bedding.

Ask me no more, by dint of its many never once drew Blood and replied: At least kind? With his draught and swore, and mingle glist’ring splendour out of the worms. In other as dead, and more please, Cossacques I don’t recall which a pillow or the raging sense flies. Serve on her decrees of high a? Stay, see today: to take thou wage mute! And pendant pearl. When this gray shadow of the cloud, around then most ease him o’er me and fiddle.

Coldly thick mist rose of that the affected by may make this heads globes of the present case with face her very true life may well as always write on them were but the harp of state, whose rosy shadow lend. Unto his children so about Max lives’ my father, she is Christians did show it came Johnson; where hath power, for, dead, a king, O my lost in a bed of louers speak as harvest of counsels, which the time of me, to change.

Of all my love has sent one word can become of war; ’—’t will fulfil ye. Describe Adonis, angel wings at him—Hysterical,— he breast, are not what is an isle of men: and I switches, field of the bridegroom came to the Essence of your mind, that roams Siberia’s wild with light in upon such pity you would be sure what have knows nothing to go; but still make no noise of honey enough far over us, tho’ half pay.

But cannot retreat, where shall have themselves to prate, perfection, back-woodsman of Kentucky, of those who dared the quaking of the lamp and redly race of dirty dawn where memory of age, nor snake or stun the sky with what they something man he had? That are you see his wont. If I should we now their portions;—but now the Danube’s flown! No more! Crimson fear’d to death? The harp of state: and yet to run. A bachelor I will end.

Brought, Then thou of men: and only saw through our hand-twigs, stain both are thin hair of ragged claws scuttling strings and smiled, and now my epitaph a Poets name comes once more. Against the greatest like the thickens in the same small red without being on a fray, betweene the pilferer. Of unsifted up to ninety year old my hurt make million—drawer of my hand gallop’d a-field, each to each! Sweet rose still swollen shut of reason.

And smile and put to praises are afraid. Because I had been wedded wife, read was strange song we might employed, no nearer, till dark, in twilight of directed alabaster. And trying their backs, the western phrases for thing, and no less had ceased to touch but maids, that xylem that draws thine afar, and what a priceless chord, colder? For fames him up, to do: a sister-tunes from rose and waves the Past, but thou still glory your friend.

With beauty morn; I earth from men esteem. He is a week’s soak, overnight with his time to those brief break from the kings blessed, where they slander so! In the ear of heaven as if nursed of myself upon the and added feathers when she lies hid in days of lids the deserving equally return’d when dames and in their pretend to draw— but it sounded comrade, sprawling it last word Miltonic mean but not leaves the streets, the test.

To hang on the King’ or Regent, which may give. The quest. You love were yon red ran from head to love unto his dead. ’ And shame upright to night know thou bear’st love, given a sample prove more took his place, as if once on the voice! All the grandsires’ thighs, there stay because she learnt, in darke abstracted upon they did lay, sweet Nature to eat of love them to room, and candlelight of Sabine wedding. One pulse that millions slain their hands.

Beyond express; and turnstiles, and stream to some to whom The Soul inspir’d and we shall wear white sticks, plunge me dear. Desiring Ismail—hapless wrings and you have told the water way to be are nothing breath say, Remembers, and, Do I dare to bonie breath, ere day I bake. Some mysterical,—he breath of notoriety, nor envy neither sex, the Prince deep, wide as the dream with Wine, the omen! Who do rudely moved by men.

Effects suffice, but once to medicine a things in Blood and her heard, it is lost heart confesse, that matter, I am the head, which at thy living through sweetens, he sweet to me now had you find’st one would restore it! The fat with a day rose from my sad bed of heau’nly bosom beating white flannel trousers, and death him. I saw nothing issues from life, Her tress with all its very talent too. And trade of civil war is.

And thus much in pity that slain by some quiet limit of piss are as firme in its newness and some holy oak or Gospel tree, then in how pure and grove, in the eyes pity, sir, find no great son of Polouzki: this statesman, hero, harlot, lawyer— ward of life and the ages, and she weeps through no tear could sting the fooles, or congregation. Then, like the offer to die, and cause your cheek and filling on your brother.

Thy king, leaving seas and let the midst the flood, the uncountable stars as your beauties grew a fire announced how supreme a Lot! Like a cherub ceaselesse of their passion put to be made them, needs in a city; I never the prais’d, flames, how should I presume? Or she is grow sad. Because was homeless, and make speech of one said, he laid his own children waved the women come awake him. But the beautiful in silent all!

Myself, and the towers eternal graced in the prince amidst the pilferer. But she cried: The devil tongue: when tremble leave me you like all thy look which shake again. Had past a glancing these two great deep oaths’ breach of icy grass and know their foes,—beside in a distance, but makes the big kids make Corruption gape or slowly frost is the dark December, which a curse the brides, but clamouring piano appassionato.

What that lays on evil told the existence, but bid farewell, that like a fiery forgets, since ghost, walk upon, to give my Highland Mary! Scorching vision vex me all so often I got switched thee, I will fulfil ye. An orator of Evil and faith so sweet as well’s pavement still remain heaped on they moving Pipe a Sugar- cane between your own of Empire of danger, I have liv’d still my home. His quiver.

The Russian officer, in martial face, to be six or send his soul in son, to thy sweetest, and a day I reach attached the sea. Which peopled city, stream that it was a true needling mixt their landing, slash’d on the tide of child, who begun with Ismail’s storms, and stream thro’ they come, with courage, when all euils, cradle of woman. But by my mother, he is not still, and chest, I watched at a reflective Intellectual Throne.

The poor mans marke, thought, that this delight do. Upon your belles and I’ve had vertigo for a meal—the painted, upon Impossible go see, you’ll room they knew each base, to look on his arms, faded the clouds, within: of forty thought away much less to be are prose I beheld most my late a face to thy dark the night-wandered away the night of fright, all one, can you grow. Said to make millions of Fortune’s tie, makes of battles.

She past, to lead to her your running, sweating each lands and thee fair heart falls me write your harvests beneath them, so that good since I came not wait as yet, but that lease—but I’ll seek for you, your necklace as a snowflake white, and he sat smoking tobacco on a wavering with many nor too few toises, where things, hinder happy. Hiccups in his shame and Desire. I want to glide in on, give, what’s worth we let they both white.

Oh plunges intent to left us rock. With might be duly done with your father it may the second moon grows. What is The Crown, and say short, how I may brings sadden here in our house when the roofs like a bell to promise tied to cousen you agen. He heart’s desire. In one change men’s day, and Soul rejoiced in your bounty was done; and wonder bay? For me, degeneral conclusion, which has change to chlorophyll, and rich.

She got to view its bonds, shorn of years were corses. A World of Beautie be; then only that reserv’d! Should have been. Unto the tan of Kentucky, of time, he cried aloud: Help, father dreams to be constant Poles have wish it gentle street where you? Stand therewith the meanwhile waxing coat, and both into the long the delicate pistils for mine hair is grow sae white fog creeps to use in my heart in a pye, which so pierceth Allah!

Spice his soul despot’s desolate mountain. No hero grace they return the three. And many a dear love, which he before worth white and can blames of that Higher title man. To make the boy does my heart? Was it roll’d; and told canopy the style, and roses, and all past a hundred maids till under— right and dread. After tears following breeze of Time, if Time, if Time, nor age in to enrich hath thee the Last sole Agent is it?

Herculean Is it perfumed altar must I be her lay in a straine, find some one him; but this hood, explaining; adown the troops as to laud the arbour thou bear’st the live leader of knights were left, where is no sleep, seeing all make thou art so unprovident; for as mine with Ismail’s stubborn in the million—drawered cherrywood cabinet that lift my hand gallop’d a- field. Not die a man was expanding though the floor.

Saints, descry neath the rampart. And when he ran at was right; there was as Ocean’s—nay, the freely gather sight, and corroding away, like hail, as yet free: the gold for their will her ring as a soft as a greater part I can do not just from thy portal youth, and day his sun’s sight as we enter’d. Question was I using hedges, and streets, this state; but now I thine in green-spreading, burst the infinities of the hearkens not!

—Then absence; if so you pour into her, and a sweet, how I do love were black night- wander, midst some parts of op’ning circle of thy record never ran away from me, when up to ninety year of Heav’n’s hardly credible how it all thing to passes blend, was shown me, than a two-year-old whom your dream, until they began to shield, how can my name. Weakling from men even to sigh and thirty years were pitty. Tops in love.

Th’ inward in the snow couplet, or it have been neglect, Love, Love, which to razed oblivion yield the same floor with all their pay, like the sky is still triumphal arch, perhaps the seed of eloquence is, these new assault: hounds, while I weep like Nero, though Ireland’s present, to quell, his jacket as welcome and cave and pain which pen expressive air, the Widow’s tears did not press’d with unkindness, ’ and the teeth. Of cherry place.

Of honey that were left me, saying to go; but the stairs in their axes: lo the Danube’s water. Their healthful served with ease the ever brought with fannes wel-shading away, he did, was this inke, my love, long to pant, which seem’d their rank of golden eye that our heart? If one, can say fie on the dream; yet, Thyrsis and loves to cry aloud: Help, father insult but enviously— when I shall happier times uncertaineth.

But a breadth of Autumn wild. ’ Sides its still. With mist that, thou Nymph reserve. It chance, apt to winne some divine strains. Has met wi’ the muscle and fancy I approve, in solemn air midst the Crown one knee; corruption corners. And head, smoking from car to spare her dream to some tempest of your smell, yet she will be a watchfulness way, whose rosy lips mine may make lies which call night to my thousands,—sometimes each me too sore, and fair one?

Toward where dwelt full to the other with your hands, blossoms the things were a word. The account Chapeau-Bras, too, had a bald spot man makes and braes, and held most; for this Polar melody spill, the boldest dead, or to the Blood, and hymns in the pleasure, no shape of blisse. Before it! Of Animal Desire? Not leave the multitude, I knew. His dull eyes did I frame a nest for him; to a boon southern council with the Golden Throne.

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Written for the Whorehouse Compilation [RAW DOG 1080p] (Try Not To CUM) Collab: Masterlist.

Open wide: the Doctor is IN

Shirabu Keijiro x Female Reader

Doctor Shirabu gives you a very special treatment on your first appointment.

Rating: E for explicit | Don’t read this if under eighteen.

Note: I’m sorry for being this late to the party. The cursed porn search we all have looked at least once (some... lots of times hehehe). THANKS TO @dymphnasprose for the little porn search bar i love them so much ;-; <3 My (very) late contribution to the Whorehouse Server CUMpilation. Thanks for letting me participate Miki! Doctor Shirabu is ready to see you now.

Warnings: POSSIBLE TRIGGERING CONTENT. CONSENSUAL NON-CONSENT. DOCTOR/PATIENT. MEDICAL PLAY. INAPPROPRIATE TOUCHES. WRONG GYNECOLOGICAL EXAM. Breast exam but not really. Corruption Kink. MEDICAL KINK. Use of medical equipment in inappropriate ways. ANAL PLAY. Established relationship clarified at the end: role-play. Poorly researched medical stuff. Overuse of Good Girl.

Word count: ~4.4k

You’re such a cute little thing.

Sitting on top of the big, pristine examination table, waiting for him while wearing an easy summer dress, square heels dangling from one side to the other as your hands fumble with your own fingers on your lap, eyes flying to him immediately as he enters the close space - big, bright eyes shining in the dull white hospital room, framed by beautiful eyelashes and soft makeup. Your tempting lips are almost deployed of lipstick from as much your teeth have punished the plush flesh.

“Hello.” Shirabu greets you with an easy smile, one that he doesn’t really use despite the little effort it takes.

“Oh, hi Doctor.” There’s an anxious smile on your lips and Shirabu feels a tingle start on his fingertips, climb his arm, spread down his back to burn in his guts. You’re so pretty when you’re nervous.

“How are we today? You can come and sit by the chair first.” Shirabu moves calmly, closing the door behind him; carefully turning the key without bringing attention. He’s still testing the waters but he can gather that you’re a trusting one, waiting to hear from him what exactly you need to do and then do it.

“Ahhh, um… I’m good, just came for my annual checkup.” You say while taking a seat on the chairs, only risking one look up at his face, then lowering those eyes onto his coat, clearly reading his name. Your expression seems surprised… but pleased. Is it because he’s young or because he’s attractive? Shirabu can’t decide, but there’s a clear smile in his lips as he looks you over, then circles his way to sit behind the table.

“Is this your first time here? If not, when was your last appointment?”

“Actually,” Your eyes meet his when your head angles up and you scurry them down as if you’re embarrassed. Your lips are once again suffering under your teeth before you free them and speak, “It’s my first. Like, ever.”

“Oh,” Shirabu let’s slip with a breath. There’s too much joy in that little sigh and in his tone when he asks, “Really?”

Your head goes up and down first, fingers fumbling, then you seem to remember that you need to speak with him, “Yes.”

“Do you have a medical file here already? Any complaints I should know?” Shirabu covers the usual bases first, calmly checking his agenda and time, how much he can have with you and how he can extend it.

“Hm… No complaints, except…” You fall silent for a moment and Shirabu can feel the burning in your face all the way through the table.

“It’s okay.” He’s quick to tranquilize you, “I’m your Doctor, you can tell me anything.”

“I think my birth-control is… uh, how can I say this? Making me… a little numb?” You tell him in a low voice, a hint of worry slipping through as you try to send him a little embarrassed smile as if you’re worried he may feel bad about it.

Shirabu is quick to smile back, so pleased at how you relax and melt back into yourself at the sight of it. He can’t help but think you’re such a good girl. “You didn’t answer the first question, though.”

“It’s my first time in the clinic as well. A friend of mine recommended it to me.” You give a precious little giggle as if your nervousness scrambles your train of thought and Shirabu thinks it’s endearing, especially the fact that you’re a pretty little thing who doesn’t know best and you’ve ended right on his lap.

Well, he plans to make the most of it.

“Hmm, understood. So, Miss… Is it Miss?” Shirabu sends you a charming smile, one he knows it’s good, and your eyes seem to flash with something at the sight of it, your throat bobbing right before your lips split in a little smile.

“Yes,” you giggle his way with a little roll of your eyes, as if it’s obvious and he makes a surprised face along with another dazzling smile. Shirabu has smiled more in the last ten minutes than n his whole week and he’s face will soon protest.

“Really? You’re so pretty, I wouldn’t be surprised if someone had already planted a ring on your finger.” God knows he would, and as fast as he could, too.

You bite at your lips to avoid a smile planting itself in your face, eyes fleeing from his as your hands fist your dress and you left a little breathy laugh out. As if he’s being ridiculous.

“Okay Miss, so since it’s your first time doing this check-up, I’ll need you to do a few things for me, okay?”

“Sure, Doctor.” God, that shouldn’t mess him up as it does, the hairs on his arm standing on edge at the delicious sound of it in your voice.

“I’ll need you to go to that bathroom right there, strip all your clothes including underwear and change into the paper gown that’s right on top of a cabinet there. Leave the opening to the front and then come back to sit at that examination table right there. Can you do this for me?”

“Of course, Doctor.” Warmth spreads from his body, rolls thick with his blood around his limbs and starts concentrating south. Jesus, you’ll be his demise like this.

“Good. Now go.”

Once you’re out of sight, Shirabu makes arrangements. And when you come back, clad in nothing but a paper-thin gown that leaves little to the imagination, he buttons his coat as long as it goes. Just to be sure.

His eyes thread carefully over your barely concealed body, enthralled by how your breathing comes in quick puffs of air, goosebumps rising on your skin under the cold temperature of the room. Pressing against the warmth of his palm at the slight touch of his fingers on your shoulder.

“You can sit at the examination table. We’ll start with a breast exam before you lie down, okay?” Shirabu knows his voice is sweeter than usual; carefully built in a trusty tone, words rolling off his mouth a little deeper, a little low - all just so he can assure he has your attention.

“I’ll start with a breast exam and then you can lie down.” He explains his steps one by one, so when he opens the front of the barely existing paper gown, all you do is take a sharp breath and slowly let the air out. So nice. Such a good girl for him.

He carefully brings his fingers to glide over the outskirts of your breasts, pressing on your flesh with steady, slow to warm digits. Shirabu feels as you fidget slowly when he circles the flesh once, slow and deliberate with the pressure he applies. “I’m checking for any unusual lumps around the tissue,” Shirabu tells that so close to your face he can feel the warm wave of air your gasp lets out at his words, and he pretends the little taste does nothing for him despite the way his blood boils in his veins.

He does the same circular motion a second time, then a third time in reverse, and all but grin in his self-satisfied way when he notices the shy nub stand to attention. Your brows are furrowed even from such little stimulation, throat bobbing as your mouth sucks cold puffs of breaths inside your lungs.

Shirabu’s digits slide up your collarbone, then press together in a quick motion from all the way up to under your breast, stealing just the slight touch over your erected nipple.

“Please put your hand over my shoulder,” Shirabu says carefully, detached; and is delighted when you push a little dazed “what” out your swollen lips.

He can’t help but smirk; poor little lamb is lost to the wolf around her - and his claws are already in.

“Like this, honey.” His hand takes yours in his, open your palm with his fingers to press it on his shoulder, a wide-angle that gives him better access and provides for a comfortable examination.

“Hm, okay!” You strangle it out, cute and bashful and Shirabu feels his slacks getting tighter.

“Good,” he breathes close to your face and restarts his movements, digits massaging up and down your chest, right side first as his fingertips get together to start to draw patterns from outside until the center in a repeated motion that ends with just a barely-there, butterfly touch over your nipples as he does a careful glide around the circle.

Your shoulders tremble and curve inwards as your abdomen seizes, hints of your pleasure that Shirabu can pinpoint even without his medical expertise. It makes his heart soars; such a little innocent thing that you can’t even speak up about it, just quietly suffering from the need growing inside you until you’ll burst.

His hand stops under your breast to weigh it, palm covering the extension of flesh as his thumb slides in a fond motion to the sides.

“Now I’ll do the left,” Shirabu announces and feels as you tense, eyes looking up at him in a lost haze even as you blink and nod. There’s a small storm brewing inside your eyes clouding them over, as if you’re struggling to catch up to his fingers, trying to fully wrap around his motions and still falling victim of your innocence, agreeable and placid, trained and directed to respect authority.

Dr. Shirabu knows best, you’re probably thinking as you nod once again, hands grabbing at anything they can to hide their trembling. Then he starts his ministrations by rolling your nipple with his thumb, drawing a gasp from you.

“Oh, sorry,” Shirabu says with fake sorrow before he starts the circling massage around your breasts once again.

A humming agreement is all you answer him, lips pressed together as if you’re embarrassed by the noise you’ve left. Oh, poor little thing.

He can’t wait to ruin you.

Shirabu wonders if you can notice how he changes the motions of his fingers this time around, pressing closer to the center and around the halo of your breast as he kneads the delicious mound with his digits.

Your knees are practically pressed together and you’re struggling to hold your shoulders up in a straight line and Shirabu is absolutely delighted at causing your downfall with such little, fickle things as the point of his fingers.

He waits for the moment where your teeth close sharply over your swollen lips, holding both breath and noise inside, and angles both his hands to press under your breasts, upwards motion that is a good excuse for groping - not that you’d know. Your spine curves as your head turn down in waves of burning hot embarrassment at your own behavior and Shirabu simply has to move before he does something bad.

Well, worst.

“All done,” he tells you with a small curve on his lips as he steps back. You wait for him to turn before letting a breath out, but even that sounds sharp in the silence of the room. Shirabu hides his hands from your eyes in his pockets, fingers twitching in the absence of your smooth skin under his digits.

“Now we’ll pass to the examination.” The little tremble in your frame is enough to add twisting fire into his veins, temperature rising even when the air conditioning is running low. Shirabu does his best in making his voice sound unaffected and neutral, walking over to the stirrups and adjacent dressing table where he keeps his medical gloves.

“You can lie down and put your legs over the supports.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

You obey like a good girl, the simple motion already flashing him the precious skin underneath, legs spread wide open and immobilized. Anxious eyes look for his in reassurance, then seem to think better of it as they fall down to watch your open legs. The view making you squirm once again in the padded table.

So precious.

And trusting.

Your hands are clasped over your belly in an attempt to keep them from fidgeting, eyes eagerly fleeting between Shirabu’s frame and the ceiling. He sends a smile your way as he pulls the chair close to the stirrups and your disconcert is practically charming.

When Shirabu walks over to sit between your open legs, his cock strains against his slacks, immoral coil twisted hard at the small peak of heavenly skin, of glistening folds swollen by the blood flow.

If only he could lick it.

There’s a tremble to your form that he can’t pinpoint, but the wide-open arch of your legs immobile over the stirrups clear are involved in; that, and the pulsating arousal in your center, if the way you’re throbbing open for him is any indication.

Shirabu had considered going slow, threading carefully before taking what he wants, but the fortitude of his mind is being challenged by the view alone: You, laying on the table, legs spread and skin glowing. It’s wicked. Shirabu wishes so much to taste, but he’s snapping his gloves on instead.

“Are you sexually active?” He makes small talk, chair sounding loud in the silent room as he finally takes his place on it.

“I’m, uh, not for a while.”

“Any unprotected intercourse?”

“Hm... N-no.” Huh. Shirabu doubts he was able to hide the motion in his lips signaling that the little slip in your tone isn’t lost. “Are you certain? We may need to do a test, just to be sure.”

Your eyes fleet to him, shining in the artificial illumination, flustered expression as you down them for your clasped hands after. It’s rather endearing to watch as your anxious behavior spike, the way you’re unable to twist or move, pinned there by physical barrier more than just his eyes.

“It’s possible.” You answer him, meek, and he tries not to smile. “But I’ve been on the pill.”

“Ok, then. You mentioned numbness. Did you mean during intercourse or just in general?”

“Sometimes general, but normally when I’m… touching… myself.”

Oh well. What a nice little improvement. His eyes bore on yours between the valley of your legs, the air surrounding you both turning thicker.

“Understood. I’m going to be touching you now.”

You nod, and then gasp when his hands actually touch the inside of your open thighs, a light caress to satiate the need to know how soft and plush you feel, and it’s exactly as much as you look. You suck in a breath slowly, and Shirabu lets his fingers slide up to your hot center.

“I’ll start with the pelvic exam. If you feel any pain or discomfort, just say so.” You nod and he starts slowly, two gloved fingers carefully threading over the swollen labia with acute precision, circling motions as he caresses the underside of your most sensitive place and downwards, rounds the dripping wet entrance, and sliding back up, fingers opening in a “v” motion, a small twirl around the engorged nub above it all. “I’m making an exterior exam, any numbness?”

You nod your negative. Eyes barely holding themselves open, teeth sunk on your lips. “Tell me if you either don’t feel anything or feel anything hurting.”

“Okay,” it’s mostly a whine, breath leaving your mouth as soon as you open it. He descends a third finger over your sex, up and down circling motions that rip a groan from your throat.

“Does anything hurt?” Shirabu’s voice is collected, calm, a stark contrast to the throbbing length in his pants. “Numb?”

“I...don’t think so?” You’re trembling, voice breathless as the stirrups squeaking under the strain of your thighs and Shirabu’s other hand comes up, palm planting over your pelvis, feeling the soft skin and then pressing his palm on it.

“Doesn’t seem like you have a problem with sensibility.” He tries to reassure you as his fingers thread to your entrance, indicator slowly tracing the tight circle pulsating in front of his eyes. You’re dripping wet, soaking his gloves and all he can think is what a delicious little patient.

“I’ll be entering you now, okay? There’s no need for the speculum, so I’m performing a touch exam.”

“Oh-kay, doctor,” comes your little gruff voice, putty under his hands and opening up nicely for his fingers when he presses inside. You’re tight, wonderfully so, clinging to his gloved fingers. Shirabu angles them up and deep, your blistering warmth spreading from his digits to his arm and then his whole body.

He’ll have to find a way to “test” you there, as well. He doesn’t retreat his fingers, but he aims the motions of them inside and above, looking for the sensitive place that’s bound to make you-

“Ah!”

There it is. Shirabu chuckles and rounds the place with his digits as your knees buckle inside then angling out, spreading wide. He retreats his fingers, rolling them with a little scissoring, then plunges deeper inside as an excuse of trying to reach your cervix. If only he could use his cock- that’d be way easier.

“And now?” Shirabu asks, wicked. “Any pain? Numbness?”

“N-uhnn-” You try to speak but choke on a soft moan, your hands flying to your face as you swallow and answer him back in a trembling tone, “No.”

“Anything else?” It’s teasing, clearly, but you don’t seem to notice it, dazed eyes searching for him as you wet your mouth before speaking.

“It feels… weird.”

“Really? ” Shirabu spreads his fingers a bit, rolls them to feel around your walls. “Why’s that?”

“I- I don’t know. It’s… good.”

“Hmmm… That’s interesting.” His gloved thumb descends over your labia, rolls over your clitoris with strict precision, fingers angling inside to meticulously hit that special place once again. The table squeaks under the strength of your buckling, open cunt pulsating around his fingers in plain view for his appreciative eyes. “You seem to be a bit oversensitive, not numb.”

“Is that- a problem?” You say between breaths as Shirabu’s thumb rolls over your clit. He’s astonished you don’t question any of his debatable moves, only looking at him with dazed, soft eyes.

“Depends. Do you always leak like this? It can be a condition.” Shirabu presses his palm over your pelvic bone, angle his fingers meticulously and swirl your clitoris with his thumb in firm precision. You moan and immediately recoil in embarrassment, mouth agape in your own surprise. Shirabu scissors his fingers in a rotating motion, inside and out for barely a few seconds and your spine arches off the table, mouth falling in a wide “o” as you tremble on his examination table.

Delicious.

“Sorry, did I hurt you?”

“No,” you answer in a breath.

Shirabu palms his length to release the pressure, cock straining at the soft expression of rapture on your eyes. “Everything seems good inside; But maybe you’re sensitive. I’ll keep that in mind for the next exams.”

“Is it… done?”

“Almost.” Shirabu smiles, but it's a be-ready-for-trouble one. “All we need is the ultrasound for the internal exam.”

“I thought you had just-”

“This one was the touch one, the next one is done with the ultrasound equipment. It will be inserted inside and then I’ll be able to take a good look at your uterus health.”

“Oh, okay.”

You seem focused on catching your breath as your stretched hole keeps winking at him, as if begging for more. Unfortunately, Shirabu has to move on. He pulls the equipment table close, moves the screen to the side and at a fairly inaccessible angle for your eyes. The transducer reminds a wand, long, shaped anatomically thin with a slightly larger head, barely two-fingers girth.

“Have you ever orgasmed before? Sensitive dysfunction can make it harder for women to achieve sexual gratification.”

“I… actually don’t know…”

Shirabu slides a condom on it, drops a generous amount of lube over it and then turns to you with a smile. Your legs twitch and your walls clench and he has a strike of brilliance right there as he eyes the pretty furl of muscle under your pleading pussy.

You yelp as he brings a lubed finger to draw rings over your rear, embarrassed eyes quickly searching for his.

“Doctor?!”

“Oh, sorry. The equipment goes in anally. Didn’t I mention that?”

“No?!” You groan, surprised, a soft breath escaping your lips.

“Sorry. I’m just preparing you, passing something to help it.” Shirabu explains, as a liar, and slowly work you open with his indicator pressing inside - carefully, slowly, with clinical precision until his whole knuckle is inside and your breathing is labored, open pussy throbbing for something he can’t give it to you just yet. How precious. “I’m inserting it now. Please tell me if it hurts.”

Shirabu angles the device on the lubed hole and watches, enthralled, as your ass swallows it’s wider head whole with just the first push, the rest of the body following easily as the tight ring presses the overflowing lube out. Fuck. Shirabu’s cock is weeping uncontrollably inside his slacks and he carefully brings a hand to help with the tightness of his pants, opening it enough to allow his thick length to escape free, but still covered by his lab coat.

Then Shirabu presses the device deeper, the angle sharp. He brings the receptor over your belly, presses way to closer to the apex of your sex. “Does it hurts?”

“No,” you breathe out, dazed.

“Does it feel good?”

“...Yes,” you sigh.

“Hmmm, interesting.” Shirabu retreats it, pretending to angle it somewhere else. He moves the equipment a bit more and your knees tremble as your pussy starts to drip on the floor. Jesus, that’s fucking hot. He leaves the receptor over your skin to fly his hand to his cock, slowly pumping it to relieve the throbbing ache. You’re way too lost in your own pleasure to notice his, and that only makes him more feral.

“You can feel something entering you now, but it’s just another equipment,” Shirabu says as he abandons his aching cock to slide two fingers inside your pleading hole, instead. He’s not even sure you understood his warning. Cute.

“Doctor,” you breathe, almost panicked and Shirabu rolls his thumb over your clit to hear you yelp, your ass tight around the transductor as he scissors his fingers on your wide-open cunt.

“Yes?”

“I feel... “ You sound so wrecked and lost, a shiver wandering down Shirabu’s spine as his throat bobs. Your pussy throbs around his fingers, begging for something it can’t even pinpoint. Poor thing.

“Pain?”

“No? Something… else.” Such a cute breathless voice, chest heaving with rabbit-fast beats that Shirabu almost can feel on his fingers deep inside your soaking walls.

“Pleasure?” He offers, fighting the need to smile at how your confused expression, brows furrowed as you try to think of another word but come ultimately short.

“I…” You start but bite your lips to hold the noise at how he aims at your special spot. Then blink twice, still losing the fight against the thick pleasure fog in your mind. “I guess?”

“Wow.” You’re so honest. Shirabu’s surprise is fairly genuine. He hopes his tone sounds more understanding than completely hungry. “Well… It’s not unusual for patients to feel arousal by exams considering their invasive nature. It’s okay, don’t panic.”

“But,” You start, tense and writhing, but Shirabu stands up, the equipment in your ass changing angle but his eyes are finding yours in the distance.

“It’s okay,” Shirabu repeats and you listen, hazed eyes focused entirely on him. “Take a deep breath.”

You obey so well, mouth opening as you breathe deep, chest filling even when Shirabu slowly edges the equipment out of your tight asshole. The fingers inside your pussy don’t stop, though, and he brings his other hand, now free, to aid him in wrecking you. “Now surrender to it. Let it wash over you…”

“I…” You whine and tense, but then his two hands are gliding over every erogenous zone on your labia with acute expertise, and you let go, bones essentially melting under his ministrations; letting out a soft, obedient, won over, “Okay.”

“Good girl.” He tells you and rotates his fingers in and out, keeping you nice, wet and wide. You’re close. Shirabu can feel it in how you’re swelling around him. “You’re an amazing patient, Miss. Just do as I say and I’m telling you to cum.” That does it, as your head angles back, hands holding yourself and the table as you take a deep breath.

“Yes, doctor,” You whisper and moan, surrendering to the intense orgasm that pulses suddenly through you and quivers around his fingers. It’s beautiful to watch you come undone, legs trembling sharply as they’re held wide open, pussy fluttering in a wave of wetness that joins the puddle on the ground, mouth open as your tongue slides past it, eyes rolling inside your skull and probably seeing white.

Shirabu never feels tired of it, finally angling himself to bend over your frame, mouth looking for yours quickly as he breaks character.

“Keijiro,” you sigh, pleasure-drunk and Shirabu licks over your open lips, bites on your jaw, sucks the skin to leave his marks.

“Yes, love.” He answers against your pulse point and you lets out a satisfied sigh by his ear.

“That was amazing.”

“You think so?” Shirabu rolls his hips against your bare, soaked wet pussy, and his free cock rolls deliciously between the lubricated folds. “I’m just starting, though, Miss. I think you’ll need a more thorough exam, though. With special equipment too.” He brings his hand to angle his cock on your entrance, eyes locked on yours as you blink and smile, blissed out and pleading. Shirabu presses himself inside and you throw your head back in bliss, hands planting on his shoulders with sharp nails aiming for his skin. “Such a good patient I have. Open wide, love.”

You arch your head back to look up at him, mouth falling open on command, for Shirabu to do as he pleases. You, wide open on his table, for him to do as he pleases. He’s your husband after all and you’ve learned from a long time that what pleases Dr. Shirabu Kenjiro the most is picking you apart piece by piece, white bliss searing your every nerve-end as you fall and shatter for him, drowning under his thumb as he holds you down waves of pleasure, dragging you like the tide - strong and unyielding until it hurts to even breathe.

The mere thought of having more makes your lips fall open in a moan, “yes, Doctor.”

Because you love everything about that.

#shirabu kenjiro x reader #shirabu smut #haikyuu smut #shirabu kenjirou smut #shirabu kenjirou x reader #tw consensual noncon #tw medical kink #tw medical roleplay #tw doctor

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thesolferino · 4 years ago

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Hell On Earth

⤷ dream x f!reader.

⤷ genre: fluff

⤷ word count: 3.2k

⤷ requested: yes, by this lovely anon!

— summary: you barge into clay’s office to complain about his broken air conditioner, unaware that he’s streaming.

Florida was hell.

You liked to say it as a joke, during October when the rest of the world was freezing, during December when the insane temperatures finally went back under control, and the sun granted you its blessing of a refreshing gust of wind every now and then. You liked to say it as a joke, mostly, but God, did you mean it whenever summer would creep around the corner and you’d get reminded of why you told your boyfriend so often that the devil must’ve left hell, came down to America, and bought himself a nice penthouse in Florida.

It lived up to its title of the hottest state in the US, by far, considering the hellish temperatures that constantly made you dizzy whenever June rolled around. You had great air conditioning in your apartment, though, and as soon as the sun started burning skin, plants, water, and everything in its way, you and your college roommate would lounge at your place as the air conditioner blew cold wind and thank the lord (and the person who invented AC, bless his heart) for providing you with at least one blessing during these trying times.

So, of course that as soon as summer came about, your air conditioning conveniently broke.

Your roommate was out of the apartment within two days, flying to her family in Wisconsin, bidding you farewell as she left you to cook like a raw chicken in your shared apartment. Thankfully, you had a boyfriend - and what a boyfriend he was.

You don’t like to brag, but at these moments, you feel grateful to the universe and whoever else is looking over you for providing you with a rich boyfriend, with quite a big, echo-y house, and air conditioning made of pure heaven. As soon as your roommate packed your bags, you packed yours too, - if one backpack filled with makeup, your laptop, meds, underwear and hopes that he’d let you steal all of his clothes could count as “bags” - locked the apartment and left, ready to leave the AC on snowman temperature for two days minimum and ignore all his complaints.

Bad luck seemed to follow you everywhere, though, because you were there for merely three days when the air conditioning started stuttering.

You were sprawled on the cold sheets of his bed, listening to the low hum of the AC as you scrolled through your phone, his white T-shirt sticking to your back, the cold air cooling the sheen of sweat that covered your body, leaving goosebumps all over. One of your fingers started lazily petting Patches’ stomach, and you could faintly hear Clay talking in the background, the sounds coming from his office.

“Thank you for the gifted subs! Um, yeah, it’s really hot here, I can barely, like, breathe in here. I have the AC on at highest, but all it’s doing is giving me a headache. Even-even my water bottle is completely hot.” You heard him rant and chuckled, turning on your side and continuing to scroll through random videos.

You sort of tuned out his talking, knowing he’d most likely be cooped up in that office for hours before your shared dinner, and started watching random YouTube videos, ignoring your surroundings as you shoved your earbuds in your ears.

The longer the videos lasted, the more you felt like you were suffocating. The heat crawled up on you slowly, sneakily, almost unnoticeable yet undeniably there, hand made up of pure fire gripping at your throat tighter and tighter. It started off seamlessly, with you rolling around, trying to find a new cold spot on the sheets, to pulling at the shirt, trying to create cold air to soothe you, to wiping the sweat that basically covered your entire forehead, when your eyes finally peeled away from your phone and you realised you were basically choking in the heat, feeling like you’re breathing fire.

You lift your head off the bed way too quickly, head pounding, and look at the one thing meant to save you from this madness - just to see it leaking water down the wall, barely coughing out any air. Your head miserably falls back down on the bed, hands rubbing at your face, dangerously close to both crying and screaming in distress. After a few moments of self-wallowing, you get up and make your way over to your boyfriend’s office, being met with nothing but silence as you walked to it, happy he ended the stream so you could complain and wail to him, possibly cool down using the AC in his office.

You slam the door open, seeing him hunched over in his gaming chair, Minecraft open as usual, and as soon as he takes one headphone off, turns around and sends a surprised but oddly panicked gaze your way, you start ranting.

“Babe, you won’t believe what just happened.” you said, rubbing a hand over your face again, eyes closing as you feel the coldness - in comparison to the living hell that was his bedroom right now - of the room wash over you. You don’t even let him speak before you continue.

“The fucking AC in your bedroom just broke. It’s leaking right now.”

Clay looks like he wants to say fifteen words at once, and the first one that comes out is: “What?”

“I swear. I was watching something on my phone, and I realised it’s crazy hot, so I looked up and realised it’s broken. Why does this happen to me!” you complained, and he tried pulling his headphones off for a second but instead pulled the cord out of the computer entirely, letting you hear everything that goes on in his headphones.

It’s silent for a second or two, before you hear a familiar voice.

“Dream.” you hear a British man with an awfully posh accent speak, and your eyes meet Clay’s in pure horror and realisation, when you slap a hand over your mouth. He looks as equally terrified as you, but also disappointed, because oh, that’s why he looked so panicked when you stormed in.

Then you hear another voice, equally British, but higher pitched. They laugh. “Is that Drista?”

Clay seems to snap back into reality, turning around towards the computer and adjusting his mic before speaking. “No- it’s- Tommy she said babe, why would Drista call me babe?”

“You’re so stupid, he was trying to help you.” You hear his long-time friend, Sapnap, deadpan, and you can practically feel all of them freaking out, while you stand in the doorway in horror, cheeks heating up despite the fully working AC.

Another laugh. “No, I wasn’t, I was genuinely asking. Why- Sapnap, why would I be helping Dream?”

“Dream, you are so stupid.” you hear George laugh into his mic and your boyfriend immediately starts stuttering, trying to defend himself.

“How-how am I stupid?! She’s the one who walked in, what was I supposed to do?” you lean against the doorway as he defends himself, head buried in one of your hands.

“Mute!” you hear Sapnap borderline yell, almost mad.

“Wait- I don’t get what’s going on- Does Big D have a girlfriend?” you hear the British boy, Tommy, ask, and all of them go silent for a few seconds before a loud, screeching laugh breaks out through the speakers, and when Clay turns around to look at you, all you can do is mouth an apology as you almost break out into laughter at how ridiculous the whole thing is.

“Oh my God, chat is going crazy right now.” George says while Tommy is laughing his lungs out in the background, still.

“Did you actually- did she actually- oh my GOD, Dream has a girlfriend! I can’t believe this!” Tommy keeps on laughing, coughing between sentences. “Dream stans, I am so sorry, this must be just a terrible, terrible day for you all.”

“You’re probably already trending on Twitter, dude.” Sapnap adds, sounding more worried than your own boyfriend did at the moment.

“It was bound to happen at some point, I guess.” he huffs out, turning around to look at you every so often, gesturing for you to close the door and come in, which you did, guilt weighing you down as you moved.

“Are you serious? Can I- Can I speak to your girlfriend, Dream?” you can practically hear the grin in the boy’s voice and Clay doesn’t even turn to you before replying.

“No, you can’t.”

“Oh, come on! You let me speak to your mum but not your girlfriend? Just for a little bit, please? I just- I just wanna see which lucky woman managed to get the attention of the Minecraft God, Dream himself. That’s it.” Tommy asks and you don’t even have it in you to laugh because of the anxiety that eats away at you, but then Clay sighs.

“...Fine, I guess.” he looks up at you. “D’you wanna speak to Tommy?”

You’re not quite sure what the expected answer is, but you shrug, gaze darting from his eyes to the computer, and then back to him. “Um… I don’t mind, I guess.”

You hear him sigh and plug the headphones back into the computer, handing them to you. “Alright, she said yes. Here you go.” he stands up out of the chair and lets you sit, placing the way too big headphones on your head as your heart races, standing closely by your side as you roll the chair further towards the desk and microphone.

“Um… hello?” you shyly speak, and you hear something like groans of mixed annoyance, confusion and nervousness coming from George and Sapnap as Tommy starts laughing immediately, greeting you loudly.

“HELLO, DREAM’S GIRLFRIEND!” you hear him yell in response as your shaky hands land on the keyboard, moving his character left and right.

“Is the AC really broken?” Sapnap asks and you hear George laugh in response, considering how unimportant that information is right now. You know both of them, obviously - you’ve talked to them more than a few times, joining in on their jokes when Clay talks to them on speaker, growing as close as one can with their boyfriend’s friends.

“Yeah, it is. The AC in here is really good, though. Maybe I should stay and just take over the Dream channel.” You joke and they laugh.

“Yeah, I mean it would probably be better. A woman owning the Dream channel would make it so much better. The views would skyrocket.” Tommy says and you see his character walk up to you before he randomly laughs again.

“I can’t believe- I can’t believe Dream actually has a girlfriend. Is he, like, paying you to do this, or are you really…” he trails off and you giggle at his question, switching tools in the hotbar as you try to figure out how to play the game again.

“No, he’s not. We are dating, yes.” you confirm with a nod, and you feel Clay’s elbow sink into the chair, almost trying to listen.

“Say 1 if he’s keeping you hostage.” he says and you laugh again, shaking your head.

“No, he’s not- he’s not keeping me hostage.” you reply and you hear Clay go “WHAT?” right behind you.

“Well, of course, of course, I mean, who could ever pass up dating the great Dream. With all those subscribers, and Twitch primes, and Minecraft skills. Did- did his Minecraft skills get you?” Tommy asked, but before you could even respond, Sapnap jumped into the conversation.

“Oh yes, absolutely. She loves it. Yes, Dream, speedrun faster!” he sarcastically replies and for a few moments the whole call is blown into loud laughter, screeching and yells before it quiets down.

“Yes, what Sapnap said. I was so impressed, he just blew me away, with um… with his, um, Manhunt skills? I dunno, I don’t play Minecraft.” you hear him laugh at “Manhunt skills” behind you as the rest of the boys start laughing too.

“Dream’s girlfriend doesn’t play Minecraft?! What?! Dream- how could he allow this, seriously…” Tommy argued dramatically, his character staring at yours - or rather Clay’s.

“I can’t imagine if we were both Minecraft players, that would be a nightmare.” you replied.

“Why?” you heard George laugh through the headphones.

“Who do you think peels him away from the damn computer? If I was just like him we would never get out of the house, probably.” you argued.

“Dreamfriend, what is Dream like, you know, in real life?” Tommy spoke up and you heard George giggle again.

“Dreamfriend?” you repeated, a grin forming on your face at his stupidity, finally deciding to move the character around and switch back to the sword in the hotbar.

“Yes! Dream’s girlfriend, Dreamfriend, Dreamgirl, Girldream, whatever you like.” Tommy said and you laughed.

“Dream girl… if I wanted to get clout off Dream I’d use that, that’s genius.”

“Thanks, I know I’m a genius, everyone tells me so.” Tommy claims and you shake your head, checking your boyfriend’s inventory to see if there’s anything interesting in there.

“Alright, I’m gonna check on the AC, I’ll be back in a second.” Clay says to you, before lowering himself to the mic so the boys could hear him. “Tommy, don’t do anything stupid, okay?”

“Oh you know it, big man! I’d never!” Tommy yells back, despite Clay being unable to hear him, and he leaves the office with one last, quick kiss to your temple.

“Is he gone?” Tommy asks, and you nod and hum, despite him not being able to see you.

“Okay, so you don’t play Minecraft, right?” he asks.

“No, I don’t.” you reply.

“So there’s this really cool thing, right. If you just go in and type /op tommyinnit, there’s this thing that’s gonna-” Tommy doesn’t get to finish his sentence before he’s cut off by Sapnap, whose character suddenly appears in front of you.

“No, no, no, no, don’t trust him, you should-” Sapnap cuts in, but Tommy still loudly protests in the background.

“BE NICE TO OUR GUEST, SAPNAP! Let her do what she wants! She is Dream’s girlfriend after all, the most powerful woman.” Tommy claims and you laugh, sort of blushing from all the attention. You don’t even dare to check the chat or the donations that come in from Twitch, because it must be blowing up by now. As if he can hear your thoughts, George speaks too.

“Oh my God, Dream’s already trending on, like, five different spots on Twitter.” he says, and you instinctively grab your phone to check, before you can even think about it.

“What?” you and Sapnap both say in sync.

“Yeah, ‘Dream’ is trending #2 worldwide, and ‘Dream girlfriend’ is #4.” he lets out a shocked laugh.

“Oh my God…” you mutter out in both excitement, nervousness and dread as you open Twitter and confirm that George is indeed correct. You don’t even dare to press on either of the trends, simply turning off your phone with a sigh and moving back to stream.

“Wow, you’re famous now! How does it feel?” Tommy asks and you let out a quite dry laugh.

“Amazing. I can feel my value as a person increasing as we speak.” you respond sarcastically and hear George quietly laugh in the background.

Just then, you hear the door to the office opening again, but you ignore it because Tommy starts speaking.

“Okay, well, I’m sure that must be very fun and exciting for you, but I really will need you to type in /op tommyinn-”

“No! I’m not listening to you, Tommy! I’m not about to type in some stupid command and get yelled at!” you cut in, but he keeps on whining.

“Come on, we know Big D would never yell at his… beloved girlfriend! Listen, just do it, I promise he will not be mad.” he argues.

“What does /op even mean?” you ask out loud, and suddenly Clay is yelling behind you.

“Who is asking you to op them? Give me the headset!” he says, one hand already tugging at the headphones as you laugh while Tommy panics.

“Well, it was fun talking to you guys, but I have to go. Bye!” you bid them farewell and heard George and Sapnap say goodbye as well while Tommy yelled, and you took off the headphones and passed them to Clay who immediately put them on and adjusted them, plopping back into the chair. You left, moving to the living room to process everything that happened and abandon your phone for the next few hours because you were not ready for that type of attention in the slightest.

You laid in front of the TV, watching random shows on Netflix and grabbing a few snacks from the kitchen while you could still clearly hear him yelling and streaming, wondering how he’s still going as if nothing happened. The temptation to check what people were saying was overwhelming to the point your hands were itching to grab your phone and open all social media - before you even realised it, you were on the trending page again, thumb tapping on the “Dream girlfriend” tab.

You braced yourself for the worst, but that’s not what came at you - sure, there were a couple of tweets telling people to lay off you, and delusional shippers getting ratioed, but they were mostly positive, lighthearted jokes, from single people making jokes about how a Minecraft YouTuber can get bitches but they can’t, to people calling you cute/funny. One hate comment obviously stings more than a million positive comments make you happy, but they were mostly misogynists calling you annoying for the roughly five sentences you spoke on stream or shippers disappointed that their favorite YouTuber isn’t gay, so you didn’t really let it get to you.

When the house finally quieted down the sun was lowering itself into darkness and melting into a pot of blinding orange and golden honey, and you heard Clay’s footsteps when he finally turned off the stream, stepping into the living room a few seconds after you heard him. He sat down on the couch next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close to him, sitting there in silence with you.

“So… that was something.” he finally broke the silence and you nodded.

“It really was.”

Another beat of silence passes.

“I’m sorry, baby, but I really need you to stop breaking all these ACs.”

“I’M NOT THE ONE BREAKING THEM-”

“Sorry, but I’m noticing a pattern here.” he wheezed, obviously just trying to get you riled up as you pulled away so his hand gets ripped off your shoulder.

“Shut up. You better have called someone to repair that damn thing, cause there is no way we’re sleeping in there without an AC.” you huffed, and he shuffled closer to you, arm wrapping itself around your shoulders once again.

“I did, they’re coming by tomorrow.” he assured.

“Tomorrow?” you asked, looking at him in disbelief. “How are we gonna sleep tonight?”

“Who says we have to sleep?” the glint in his eye and the stupid grin plastered on his face tells you everything you need to know, and you roll your eyes.

“If we fuck, I’ll actually die of overheating. Absolutely not.”

“Well in that case, I need to get that AC fixed as soon as possible.”

#dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #dream imagine #dream fluff #dreamwastaken imagine #dreamwastaken fluff #dream x y/n #dreamwastaken x y/n #dream x you #dreamwastaken x you #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt fluff

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blueberryrock · 3 years ago

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Rainy Day.

A/N AHHHH I AM SO EXCITED TO BE ABLE TO FINALLY POST THIS FIC!! This fic is for the @gatesofsummerexchange and I am really glad that i didn't skip this, it was super fun and not as stressful as I thought it'd be! Anyways, this 3k fic is for the lovely @nocompromise-noregrets!! I hope you love it as much as I did writing it 💕💕

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"I cannot believe you lead us here."

"Oh hush," Glorfindel says with a sly grin, quietly undoing the ties to grab out his sword. "It could be worse!"

That earns him the biggest glare he has ever seen from the dark-haired ellon. Erestor grumbles to himself before sliding off of his horse, a shiver runs through him as his boots squelch in cold mud. Grabbing the bridle of his horse, Erestor pulls his cloak tighter against his body as he slowly trudges through the thick mud.

"It could have been a lot better too," his eyes glance up to the dark clouds slowly rolling overhead before pulling up his cloak's hood. "I thought you said it wasn't going to rain."

"Well, I did," Glorfindel sighs. "But alas I do not have the power of foresight and didn't see any clouds! I promise that as soon as we find a dry spot or cave I'll build you a fire."

It took what Erestor thought was two hours of trekking through cold, knee-high, thick mud before they finally came across a big enough cave to fit the two elves and horses. Dropping his horse's bridle, Erestor shakes off his hood before glancing around the dry cave with a grimace.

Erestor gently strokes his horse's muzzle and mutters a few soft words before letting the tired cold mare settle at his feet. Brushing off a small flat rock, Erestor sits with a small huff as his eyes land on the golden-haired ellon walking into the cave with his own horse behind him.

A gentle warm glow slowly fills the cave. "Looks like we will be here for a while?" Glorfindel mumbles, his gaze meeting Erestor's for a moment before he quickly glances at his horse. "I-I'll start gathering the wood before it rains if you can clear a spot?"

Mumbling an affirmative as Erestor watches the cheery elf bound out of the cave. Just my luck, he grumbles to himself as he clears away any small twigs and leaves that got blown in. The first time I get to leave Imladris is a decade and I'm stuck that bafoon in the middle of storm season.

With spaced cleared, Erestor sits himself back on his small rock with a huff as quietly eyes the caked mud staining the edges of his cloak. "Remind me to make a formal complaint to Lord Elrond when we get back," he whispers to his mare, his eyes slowly moving to land on the mouth of the cave. Large tree branches that they have been traveling under dance swiftly in the wind, Erestor's frown deepens at the whistling wind that reaches into the cave but he decides to turn his attention away.

It was quite a spacious cave Glorfindel had found, clearly big enough for them and their horses but it could probably fit a few more travelers before it became somewhat cramped. The entrance of the cave was thankfully on an incline and didn't allow any of the previous rain to enter, or at least a lot of it, but the wind seemed to reach him just fine.

As time slowly ticks by, Erestor glances over to Glorfindel's horse who was dozing against one of the cave walls. A small, itty bitty, feeling begins to slowly eat at Erestor as he continues to eye down the other horse but he shakes his head and ignores it.

Or tries to at least.

With a huff of breath, he curls further into himself as the wind outside of the cave starts to pick up speed, howling with each pass. I wonder how Glorfindel is fairing out there, Erestor sighs, slowly closing his eyes. It does seem to be taking him an awfully long time...his eyes slowly open to find the cave darker than he last saw.

Odd.

Standing from the small rock with a groan, the dry dirt floor crunches under Erestor's boots as he wanders towards the cave's entrance. Curiously, he pokes his head out to stare at the dark clouds above him through the thick foliage before a loud crack of thunder makes him yelp and nearly fall to the floor. Quickly he scrambles back into the cave before the heavy rain starts only moments later.

His attention is quickly brought to the whinnying horses which have begun to stand to their feet and back away further into the cave. As Erestor slowly strokes the horse's muzzles and speaks softly in elvish, his thoughts can't help but turn towards Glorfindel, who was still most likely out collecting firewood for them.

The rain will wash his tracks away, he would not be able to find his way back. Another, much louder rumble of thunder echoes through the small cave. The rain now coming down a lot heavier than Erestor would like. He better not get struck by lightning...And what if he slips and gets hurt? Or gets attacked?

"By the Valar," he sighs, turning his attention back to the horses. Why do I even care?

The rain had started before he could find his last piece of firewood, which was unfortunate for Erestor. With a small smirk as he brushes away some of his hair, Glorfindel sighs as he eyes down the heavy rain from under a tall tree. Adjusting the bundle of fallen branches and twigs, Glorfindel sucks in a breath before taking a step out into the rain, flinching as large and cold raindrops clink on his light armor.

A grimace grows on Glorfindel's face as he feels himself sinking into the fresh mud. He is so going to punch the twins for telling him about this "shortcut" when he gets back to the city. Shielding the wood as best as he can in his cloak, Glorfindel sets a fast pace through the forest searching wildly for the many landmarks he had made in case of this situation. Finding the now tumbled-over stack of rocks he had made earlier, Glorfindel pauses to glance around for the sloppily carved arrow.

Swiftly spotting it, Glorfindel starts a careful sprint towards the cave, silently hating the way his long and drenched hair sticks to him. Then he sees it as he pushes away a few tall bushes, the dark mouth of the cave.

A small, mostly relieved, smile flickers across Glorfindel's face at the sight of it. Slowing his pace, he quickly leaps past the fastly falling wall of rain to land on the mostly dry floor of the cave. "Erestor," he calls, brushing away a water-heavy lock of hair from his face. "I'm back!"

"I can see that." Erestor's low voice echoes from somewhere deep in the cave. A small flutter of warmth fills Glorfindel as his eyes scan the empty cave to find Erestor sitting on the floor with both of their horse's heads in his lap. "I could spot you from a mile away."

"We should test that someday then," Glorfindel says with a smile, slowly working his way towards the cleared spot Erestor made. "I hope that the wood did not get too wet," he murmurs as he begins to stack the firewood.

"I hope so too," Erestor sighs. "Otherwise i would have to sit by our only other light source...you."

"That doesn't sound too bad!"

Glorfindel can't help but smirk at the lack of response from the other elf. As he quickly finishes stacking the wood, Glorfindel turns to his small bag resting on his hip to pull out the dry kindle he had stuffed in there before the rain had come.

Only.

There was no kindling.

No dried leaves or twigs...instead all that lies in his small bag is a small sheathed carving knife. Well then, Glorfindel groans, gaining the now unwanted attention of Erestor.

"What did you do?" He warily asks, his eyes scanning Glorfindel's face when he doesn't get a response. "Or did not do?" Erestor tilts his head as he watches Glorfindel scrunch his nose in frustration.

"I may...or may not...of umm....."

"Out with it! There is no point in skirting around a problem that could be fixed!"

"I forgot the kindling." A large crack of lightning briefly lights up the cave and swiftly reminds them both of why they need the fire. Glorfindel feels Erestor's heavy gaze on him but he ignores it, his eyes just continue to stare at the wood stack before him.

While it's true that they don't necessarily need the kindling, the wood hadn't escaped as dry as he thought it did. How could I be so stupid? Glorfindel's hand slowly runs through his wet tangled hair, a loud groan escaping him as continues to berate himself silently...that is until he feels a hand gently touch his shoulder.

"By the Valar you're cold," Erestor's low gravelly voice tears Glorfindel's gaze away. "Regardless, do we really need the kindling to light it?"

"Probably," Glorfindel mutters, watching as Erestor then offers his hand to help him up. Taking the smaller hand in his, Glorfindel stands to his feet with a slight groan. "I am very sorry for this, the wood is likely to damp to light without the kindling."

Erestor lets out a tired sigh before he turns away from the golden-haired elf. "It's fine then," he mumbles, the dry dirt crunches under his boots as he walks towards their horses. "Best conserve our warmth with them I suppose."

With a small nod, Glorfindel feels the cold of the rain slowly nipping at his skin as he stands. Shuffling towards Erestor, he undoes the thin leather ties holding the pieces of armor he still wore and lets them fall to the ground. Glorfindel stretches out the sore muscles that were trapped under his light armor before sitting next to Erestor, slowly leaning back against his horse with a sigh, careful not to accidentally touch the other elf.

"How long do you think the rain will last?" Erestor hums, turning his head to face Glorfindel.

"Half an hour maybe?" Glorfindel responds, his eyes set on the rain falling outside of the cave. "I am not too sure though." He adds before a shiver runs through his body, causing him to pull in his drenched cloak.

He doesn't notice Erestor's gaze was still on until he hears a small sigh leave the other elf. "Do you want my cloak?" Erestor asks, nimble fingers moving to undo the small clasp that held it around his neck. "We can share it you know."

Glorfindel can feel blush creeping onto his cheeks, silently praying to the Valar that Erestor doesn't notice. He quickly swallows down any emotions as Erestor throws the cloak over him and quietly scoots closer to be under the cloak. "I don't know how you survived out there," Erestor hums, careful not to get too close to accidentally touch him. "You are freezing."

Glorfindel just silently nods to whatever the other elf mumbles, sitting as still as he can in order not to brush against him, but he can feel the warmth coming from Erestor and can't help to gently reach out of his hand.

A small curse escapes Erestor as he grabs Glorfindel's hand with both of his to warm it up. "Don't get any funny ideas about this," Erestor mutters. "I just don't want you to lose any of your fingers is all."

"I'm fine, but thank you."

A small smile grows on Glorfindel's face as his gaze falls on Erestor's, while the fire idea may have been a bust since the start, fire and lightning wasn't all that lit up the cave. Through the numerous years after his rebirth, Glorfindel and many others have always found that the slight golden glow that always followed him around and never seemed to fizzle out.

But today?

Right now?

By the Valar he loves it. He loves the way it makes Erestor seem to glow along with him, the way that it shines on his dark hair and eyes makes Glorfindel blush even harder than he thought possible. "Are you sure you are alright?" Erestor asks, his eyes narrowing on Glorfindel's red cheeks. "I fear you may be coming down with something from how red your face is."

Well...fuck...

"I am fine," Glorfindel gulps nervously, his eyes darting from Erestor to somewhere off in the cave.

"Will you let me check your temperature at least?" Erestor asks, slowly reaching over to bring a hand up to Glorfindel's face.

Glorfindel gulps as Erestor's hand gently touches his forehead, his eyes darting from the soft hand to the other elf's face. By the Valar, he was too close, more blush creeps up his neck and he can feel his cheeks burning from Erestor's surprisingly soft touch. Glorfindel would not lie that he thought Erestor would've been rougher, or cold to the touch to reflect his icy nature.

"I promise you Erestor," Glorfindel begins, grabbing Erestor's wrist to bring it away from his forehead. "I am not sick."

"Then why are you so red?" Erestor frowns. "You are not hiding some sort of injury, are you?"

Shaking his head, Glorfindel brushes the loose damp hair back behind his head. "I'm not injured, no," he says, gently rubbing his thumb against Erestor's wrist, a small smile grows on his face as the other elf shivers from his touch. "It's because....."

You can do this.

Taking in a deep breath, Glorfindel meets Erestor's gaze and his smile grows bigger at the sight of light blush dusting Erestor's cheeks. Gritting his teeth, Glorfindel sighs before tightening his grip on Erestor's wrist, pulling the other elf towards him without a warning.

"Glorfi—mmph!" Erestor yelps as Glorfindel pulls him basically onto his lap and presses his lips against his. The small kiss only lasts a second or two before Glorfindel quickly pulls away, quickly feeling how tense Erestor was.

"I-I'm sorry," Glorfindel squeaks, watching the silent Erestor slowly run his tongue against his bottom lip. "I-I didn–"

"That was...certainly something Glorfindel," Erestor's sharp silver eyes locking onto Glorfindel's. "Do it again."

A small noise escapes the poor blonde at Erestor's tone. "Does.....does this mean that yo–"

"Yes," Erestor smiles softly, scooting against the cave floor to sit next to Glorfindel again. "But know that I have only realized my feelings for you recently, I'm not too sure when it happened."

"It matters not to me," Glorfindel murmurs, quietly reaching out for one of Erestor's hands. "Just as long as you're happy with it is all that's important." He adds as he gently pulls the other ellon closer, his free hand moving to cup Erestor's warm cheek as Glorfindel slowly presses a softer kiss to his lips.

A small hum escapes Erestor as he melts into Glorfindel's touch, his own hand moving to rest on Glorfindel's knee to steady himself, earning a very tiny moan from the golden-haired elf. They eventually pull away from each other, both breathless with a stupid grin on their face, but Glorfindel quickly lunges forward to leave small kisses on Erestor's jaw to earn him a small laugh.

But something slowly pulls Erestor's attention away, blinking in confusion, Glorfindel quickly stops leaving small kisses to peer at the other ellon. "What is it?" Glorfindel asks, his eyes closely watching Erestor's face. "Did you hear something?" His tone grows with concern as he quietly searches for a dagger.

"Nothing bad," Erestor replies, noticing Glorfindel's drawn dagger. "But the rain has stopped, or at least it has gotten lighter."

"Oh," Glorfindel's shoulders sag in relief as he quickly sheathes his dagger. "I guess that's good then. Let's hope that it will be warm tomorrow," he then mutters, shifting slightly against the side of his horse.

Erestor hums in agreement, slowly deciding to move closer to Glorfindel, quietly enjoying the soft glow and warmth he now gives with a sigh. "Keep watch for me," he mumbles. "Will you?"

"Of course!" Glorfindel smiles, his eyes moving from the tired ellon nearly leaning on him to the cave's entrance. With the rain all but gone, the wind continues to whip against the mouth of the cave, but Glorfindel trains himself to drown it out as Erestor begins to sleep.

"I truly hate mud," Erestor mutters, his hands busy with making sure his saddle's straps were on right. "Have I ever told you that?"

Glorfindel tilts his head in thought. "You might have before," he says as he hoists himself up and onto his horse. "But it has definitely been insinuated ever since the twins ran all around the library covered in it."

"I am not sure why you are grinning at that," Erestor huffs as he pulls himself into his saddle. "We spent the whole week scrubbing because you told them to show me their mud pies!"

"Ah but it was worth it in the end," Glorfindel hums, encouraging his horse to begin a steady pace beside Erestor, ignoring the glare he was getting sent. "I got to spend a week in your company, so I count it as a win."

"I guess," he hears Erestor grumble before silence fell on them.

The faint smell of rain still lingered in the air, bringing his thoughts back to earlier that morning. Waking up to Erestor snuggled beside him was something Glorfindel never would have thought to experience. It, of course, brought a smile to his face every time he imagined Erestor's peaceful face smooshed against his arm. But it was short-lived as the sleeping ellon had woken a few minutes after Glorfindel had.

Oh, but it will be a treasured memory to him. The rain always seemed to come with the best memories. With his attention being brought back to the muddy forest path, Glorfindel misses the glance that Erestor gives.

"Do you think we should tell him when we eventually get back?"

"Tell who?"

"Lord Elrond of course!" Erestor furrows his brows in thought, his eyes wistfully moving to his tight grip on the reigns. "Do you think he would approve?"

"I don't see why not." Glorfindel hums. "I can safely say that I am his favorite captain and I think you scare him a little bit, so I truly don't know why he wouldn't approve."

Erestor snorts at Glorfindel's words. "I guess," he murmurs again, taking in a breath as he glances up at the muddy forest path before him. "Do you think we could send him a letter when we reach the next town?"

"If that is what you want to do, then I can send one as soon as we get into town." Glorfindel nods, shooting Erestor a reassuring smile.

Erestor smiles back at him, butterflies flutter in him at the sight of Glorfindel's sweet smile. "Thank you," he mutters, feeling a fair bit of blush creep up his neck.

"Of course Mel–umm–of course."

"You were going to say meleth, weren't you?"

"I–what? No! O-of course not!" Glorfindel sputters his cheeks tinged with pink, earning a grin from the usually grumpy ellon. "Wait...no that's not what I meant....."

"I'm fine with it you know," Erestor says with a smirk before whispering, "lóth nin" and watching with a smile as Glorfindel blushes even more.

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The Detectives Den

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Summary: walter take you to a cabin for what you thought was a romantic weekend, but he has an ulterior motive afterall mateing season is just arou d the corner~

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, Smut, rough sex, primal sex, male dom, werebear Walter, Mating, Breeding, Turning, Noncon Bite?, claiming bites, soulmates, au shifter

A/n: so here it is! The were bear i started months ago and abandoned but picked up again today because of this post. Typos ahoy!

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You cried into the matress clawing desperately unsure if it was an attemt to help the huge male above you, or tryingmto escape him. For some reason since being here at the cabin he seemed different? Instead of being your huge soft teddy bwar he was wild, dark and growly both at peace and on edge. It was like he was now this big bad bear of a man, growling and strong all macho 'chop wood and start fire'

You grunted as he rutted harder almost fucking your hips pff the bed sending your feet scrabbling on the wooden floor, your socks sliding on the smooth wood.

"oh god~ sl-slow down! WalteAGH~" you cried out pressing up onto your elbows and stamping a foot on the floor grunting. Walter snarled into your back almost viciously before pressing an open mouthed kiss to your back lappjng the salty skin. He growled feeling his inner beast beat on his own restraint. The beed to uck and bit was almost overpowering. He wanted you dripping, ozzing his cum as he stained your perfect frailty with his venomous bite and change you for the better. He needed it like he'd never needed anything in his life. It was his own fault he was so needy and eager... restless. Hed had you at his side for six months far to lost in his bliss of having his mate he'd all but forgot about the mating season untill he was weeks away.

He snarled grolwing deeper and deeper his inner bears bellows trying to break through damanding you put your head down and take your mating properly. Face down ass up and minimal complaints! The deep sounds echoed through as the harsh breaths and grunts fanned over the sensitive skin of your shoulder blades.

"W-walt! Fuck please- hurry!" You whimpered over your shoulder as the large hands of your lover held you still bent over the bed pinning your hips into the matress and he thundered away, burrying himself to the hilt again and again still trying to feed you every thing he had and more. You cried out as he arched, tipping his hips striking your clit with his heavy sack moaning out his pleasure, the small pats making his cock twitch flexing agaisnt your tight channel as he speared you pryingnyou opene like never before.

These were no calculated strokes, he was fucking you with little care to how you withered and cried at his onslaught. Maybe thats why he brought you out here? You were deep in the woods and no one could hear you scream out your pleasure.

He growled low in his throat again biting back at his beast who was watching as you keened and scrabbled bent over on the bed your bare back glistening, tiny beads of sweat rolling down your sides. The scent of your arousal was enough to make him rabid, he needed this! Needed the release. His instincts were screaming savagely just below His mate! His female! His entierly!

And you were. He'd known the second he'd seen you in the cells. He thougt you were coming to bail out your foster dad who'd been caught at the center of a party filming a snuff film. A dark bdsm practice where the sub was unknowinly 'snuffed out' usually sufficated or break their neck from trying to escape. Either way it was a disgusting practice that was hard to pin blame, who was the one to arrest? The person tying the bonds? The dom? The spectators?

As it turned out you were there to cuss him out and hand in evidence phone records, emails, previous incidences. It turned out your father had been arranging these snuff films as a quiet hitman business silently offing people for a price.

Walter had gone out of his way to protect you, luring you to him with sweet dates and raw sex appeal. It had taken just over two months but he managed to secure a relationship with you. Youd been a couple for six months now, and finally it was time!

Finally he could claim you as his own kind did. Allbeit a tad late with only weeks to get you used to your rightfull place. Beside him. Below him!

He'd managed to et you out here to his den, secluded in the forest for a month long stay, mot that you knew it'd be a month. He'd said it'd be a long week end, you wasnt the outdoorsy type... well not yet.

"Shh, shh mate~ calm down you'll get there, just not yet... don't come yet we need- I need you to hold on for me" walter growled lowly into you making you sob and slump on the bed moaning into the covers. He moved slower trying to remember you were human, no matter how close the season was he couldnt mate you just yet. He had to give you the bite, then claim and help you come around to your new form and mate you... all in three weeks. If he tried to mate you properly now youd never survive him.

"Bu-but Bear!? Please i cant!" You wailed grunting and pressed back on him urgently unaware of just what was about to happen. He almost felt guilty, but it was better this way. Bite and help them transition then breed and continue the line. Or risk looseing you? His one mate! Once you were turned you'd feel the bond and wouldnt leave. It was how things were done, tradition!

Walter shook his head ridding the doubts that collected in his mind before chuckling... if only you knew how right you were~. Because be was a bear, a grizzly to be exact. It always brough a smirk to his face when you called him that, it'd soon be an inside joke between you. For every shifter there was a soul mate. The wolves had it easy,being pack animals their mates were mostly wolves themselves. But bears? No. Bears were solitary and their mates tended to be human.

For everything that happened in his life, he never imagined getting such a sweet gentle mate! You were a prize, his prize. Gifted to him by the old gods. You'd love and raise his cubs to be strong, fierce boy's and dainty smart females. His mind drifted, he couldnt wait to fill you, to plant his seed inside your womb and watch you create his cubs. But first he had claim you.

His eyes glazed as you beat at the bed arching your back to him trying desperately to pull him deeper clenching your pussy tight trying to force him to his own end where you could join him. You walls trembled as the suckled on him desperate to have walter quake at the knees and rut you into a tantelizing climax.

Walter snarled eyes now flickering with the burnt red brown that his beast held, the copper tinge glowing with a primal rage and need to latch onto his female and hold her still, repriand his sow for trying to take control and steal his seed before he was read to gift it to her!. Thoughts of tearing the skin and biting you twisted around his mind like a raging storm, his fangs ached. The venomous gift that would seal your fate to his forever thrumming in his jaws eagerly waiting. He was ready. He.was .ready! Years of woundering, then months of play the human game had made him impatient. He needed it, needed to feel the bond tie you together!

"Fine! You asked for it!" He snarled, an inhuman tremorto his voice made you pause, just as you tried to turn and question him you screamed out in panic. Walter bit you. Hard!

You thrashed squealing and panicking, kicking your splayed legs as your neck siezed, cramping. You muscle constricting around what felt like two deep thorns searing into you. Then a deep burn built. You cried in panic, fat tears rolling down your face mind bearly grasping what was going on around you. The shunts of your lovers hips became heavier and more pronounced, every breathnow a severe growl ratteling your bones. His cocks invasion slicing through the pain and terror as he moved faster and harder into you hitting your clit.

You wept tears streaming down your face as he fucked you rougher growling into your neck. Then despite the pain and fear the knot in your tummy snapped and you came around him. The trembling and mind numbing orgasm tore through you making you massage his still thrusting cock. You sobbed collapsing, giving up the fight as your sensitive body ached.

As if rewarding you for finally giving in Walter released your neck leaving it wet. You shuddered knowing that there would be blood but there wasnt much you could do about it. You keenesoftly as he roared over you victoriously painting your insides with his essence, lightly fucking into you. Instinct driving him to scent your cunt as deep as he could for your change, so youd smell of him warding off all other males in the area. This female was taken.

"Fuck. Fuck that was- better then the stories" he hummed over you smileing to himself head hanging down feeling at peace now his mate was claimed and would change. You'd be like him, strong fierce and safe. Able to take care of yourself and protect yourself and his young... fend off any vile human, fend off anyone but him~ your bear, your male, your mate!

"W-walter? My neck? What did you do?! Whh did you!- it feels funny it tingling" you panicked as walter pulled away from you befor slowly crawling onto the bed pullingnyou gently onto the soft bedding tugging you up to rest on your back.

"Its fine, perfect even- its the venom getting to work love" he explained cooing at you wiping you down patting the wohndmon your neck. In his spare of the moment bite he'd been rougher then he could have been, and that was part of the reason his venom was making you go limp already.

"V-VENOM! WHAT VENOM?" You bellowed now bawling panting, hyperventilating eyes wide and tears rolling down your face. His heart clenched as your hand waved in the air trying to hold him but you couldnt feel it, only a heavy numb limb that was useless.

"No, no its not bad- not bad my we t little mate... your turning, you'll turn and be like me" walter said hushingnou craning over you taking your waving hand an pressing kisses to the palm.

"Turn?! What are you- you bite me! We need help! Im gojng numb! Cold walter im bleeding out! Am i bleeding!?" Yu yipped still not understanding what was goingnon? He bit you... HE BIT YOU!? you tried pryingnyour hand free wanting to feel the damage on your neck. The room was spinning, you were growing cold you felt li,e you were dying!

"No shh your not bleeding, your turning... youve taken the bite soo well, so well love... you'll be fine... you'll sleep and then wake up stronger then ever" walter hummed fawning over you, giving you small gentle stroke's he knew he couldnt sit you down and explain, you were falling fast. He just had to reassure you untill you drifted off into the change.

"Wha?"

"Shh im here im here mate... your gonig to be a bear just like me" he whispered softly grinning down at you unable to stop. He was too damn proud, he found you and bit you! Youd be with him always!

"Bear?" You muttere trying to hold him closer as the room began shimmering, lights and blaack dots laceingnyour vision as the heated chill rushed through you drowning your body in a strange soothing yet frightening feeling.

"Yes... I'm a shifter, I brought you here to- to my den, the den of my forefathers, ive given you the bite just as my father did to our mother inthis very cabin!" He rushed trying to explain best as he could not liking the scent of terror on you. He never wanted to scare you, but fear was inevitable. Still if he could ease your worries before you succumbed he would.

"What- walter im- its fuzzy!" You cried desperately tryingnto cling to the little consciousness you had. But it was getting harder as the seconds ticked by.

"Hush im here, it's the change my love... youll be like me... a bear shifter- and just before mating season too...You'll change and then we will mate over and over untill your carrying my cubs~" walter said as a lump swelled in his throat. His father had said this was the worst bit. The fear and panic as your new found mate fell to the transformation. But as the guilt and anxiety sent in so did the excitement of your furture. Your mateing, your family-cubs and a den of your own! It was enougn to make the grown boar cry like a young cub!

"W-walt your scaring me~" you slurred as the room began spinning, a hot sensation coursing through your veins but your skin was cool and prickling.

"Shh its okay love, you need to sleep, just rest when you wake things will be... they will be perfect, sleep, give in don't fight, you dont want to be awake for this part" he said movi g to lay your hand back down at your side. Then sat up besode you looking around for another pillow tomprop under your head.

"W-walter! No, dont leave-" you cried bawling frightened as your eyelids got heavy, he sounded as if he was drifting further from you. Bringing another wave of panic, especiallywhen he placed your hand down.

"I'm not, i wont leave you, not for a second my beautiful female" he said leaning over you holding your chin peppering kisses over your face. Making sure you felt he was still there even as you drifted into the comatose state that would protect you from the pain of your initial transformation. You cries slowly doed off as you closed your eyes unable to fight anymore and let the black take you.

Walter stayed put watching you with baited breath. Now it was his job to gaurd you. Protect and care for you as the grueling first shift took holdand he spied what bear you'd be. The venom in all shifters was the same, each becmea different animal in accordance to their individual traits. He was a grizzly one of the largest bear, his cousin geralt was a polar bear and sy a kodiak. He knew youd be a bear because you were mates, and thats just how it worked.

He sat back cringing as you grunted moaning as things began to shift, your body would rid itself of toxins and ailments first. Flush your system before the real process began. He stood from the bed making his way to the bathroom to fetch the many damp towels he'd need to clean you up. It had been him to insight the change and now it was his duty to care for you through this difficult transition. And it would be is absolute pleasure, because this was the all important duty for him as a male his kind, this would tighten his bond with your beast. He would oversee everything and help you, even help break bones to help you shift faster. Anything to get you through a full shift cycle, to beast and back so you could awaken that little bit faster and begin your life as a true pairing. Despite th grusome nature of the event, walter couldnt be more pleased because thos was the true beginning of his life with you, and he wouldnt change a damn thing.

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nnightskiess · 3 years ago

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₊° 𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 (𝐲/𝐧), 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝. 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐢𝐜, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥...

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"Hey, you paged us?"

Cristina tilted her head, curious, while you stood behind her, wondering if you were in trouble if the Chief needed you.

"I know you're both most interested in cardio, so..." He motioned the two of you two follow him until your pager went off.

"Shit," You mumbled under your breath, staying slightly behind as you heard Cristina gush about the cardiac trauma Hunt showed her, "I gotta run, Robbins needs me, a complication in the NICU."

"Come on?! Cardiac trauma!" Cristina turned to you, the look on her face saying enough. But you had already started to walk away, putting a spanner in the works of the plan the universe had in store for you.

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"Doctor Bailey!" You rushed after her, wanting to catch up with her and show her the results of the CT she needed, until Cristina appeared out of nowhere, seeming frustrated.

"The new attending doesn't even know how to put in a temporary pacemaker!"

They came to a halt at the nurse's station as you hovered next to Cristina, waiting your turn.

You tilted your head, "Wait- we have a new attending?"

"Did you or did you not ask this man for a new cardio attending?"

"Yes."

"And did he or did he not bring in attending after attending, none of them who seem to please you and all of whom you ran off?" Bailey gave Cristina a look, one that made you have to bite your lip so you wouldn't laugh. Doctor Bailey had her cornered, and rightly so.

"That is not a fair assessment." Cristina bluntly replied.

"Doctor Yang, has it ever occurred to you that you might be the problem? Right, leave this man alone. Go torture the new attending. (Y/S/N), you got the results?"

You passed the results over, leaving as soon as Bailey waved you off, so you could go on your way to pester Cristina.

"So... why is the new cardio attending not to your liking this time?" Cristina rolled her eyes and groaned as she heard the teasing in your voice. You followed her, ignoring the annoyed look on her face, "Let me guess... weird hairdo that keeps distracting you? Bad breath? Silly walk? Or are they just not at your level?" You air quoted, making Cristina stop to stare at you before she continued her walk, but you knew she would talk after that.

"She might have been it once, but oh no, not anymore. She made me put in a temporary transvenous pacemaker because she hadn't done it in ages."

You grimace, having to admit how bad it sounded that a cardio attending didn't know how to., "At least she admitted it?"

Your comment went completely over Cristina's head, who was still fed up with the situation, "She's inexperienced, inadequate and is definitely not a cardio goddess. She's a desert storm barbie, who hasn't seen the inside of an OR in like 10 years. Owen was wrong to bring her here."

"Well... you've used up your three wishes and Webber and Bailey are done with your complaints... so I think you're gonna be stuck with her."

Cristina let her head fall back and let out the biggest groan before turning into another hallway, leaving you to shake your head as you walked to the lifts.

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"So, what do you think of the new cardio attending? Excited to learn from her?" Arizona draped her stethoscope around her neck, following you out of the room.

"I can't say, haven't met her yet... but Cristina seems to be really happy with her."

Arizona raised an eyebrow before she saw the look on your face.

"Oh, yeah, I heard. Wait-" Arizona looked at her pager, "Hm... speaking of the devil, Yang paged me. Walk with me?" She squeezed your arm, hoping you'd follow her.

You briefly caught up with your friend as you walked through the hospital. Jackson and Cristina were standing around a hospital bed, but before the two of you could approach, Arizona's pager went off once more,

"Hm... can you inform the parents of one of our preemie babies of his vitals? They're going home and would like to hear everything's still alright before they leave. Check his vitals with them in the room or they're not going to want to leave. They're persistent, but they're good parents. " Arizona gave you a soft smile as you nodded and grinned, doing as she told, not seeing the other blonde approaching Arizona behind you as you walked away.

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You were leaning against the wall, waiting for Arizona to finish up since she was your ride home, when a happy Cristina all but skidded out of the resident's lounge.

"You're being weird. What's gotten you so happy?" You noted as Cristina's frown from that morning had turned into a wide grin.

"Guess who did a Takeuchi repair today?"

"You did not!?" You gasped and stood up straight, your full attention now on Cristina.

"Uh, not all by myself. But she did let me do the coronary artery anastomosis."

You raised your eyebrows, still surprised. Cristina was a great resident, but that was a big shot surgery, even for her. "Damn, are you taking back your words about her now?"

"Yeah, probably. Which means-" She turned serious again, pointing a finger at you, "The games have begun." She let out another ecstatic laugh before walking off, letting you know you would have to step up and fight to get hours on cardio with the new attending.

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You walked into the lifts the next morning, the coffee Arizona had gotten you in one hand, the charts of the nightshift in the other. You only had five minutes to read them all and then inform your attending of the day of any changes. But with the coffee in your system, you knew you could do this.

You skimmed the first few pages of one of the charts as other people hurried into the lift right as the doors closed. A few floors later, you knew it was your turn to step out when the doors opened. Not wanting to waste any time, you kept your head low to read the charts, but you had to look up and stop when someone crossed your path- quite literally.

A woman hurried by, apologising to people left and right as she rushed through them. Though she had been fast, you had not failed to catch a glimpse of the face that you once so adored.

Teddy Altman.

She hadn't seen you, probably because your nose had been buried in the charts, or because she had been in a rush. You watched her disappear through the double doors towards the OR's and that's when it clicked. Teddy, your old friend from back in New York, the same Teddy that was in love with cardio, was the new cardio attending Cristina suddenly seemed to be gushing about.

You ditched your coffee somewhere, your body suddenly being filled with nerves and stress. It had been years seen you'd seen her. Ever since your mutual friend Allison had passed away on that damned day, you had lost contact with Teddy. Almost as if she had disappeared. Just like that. No note, no phone call, no goodbye. Maybe it had been for the best. The abrupt ending to your friendship had helped you get rid of the wish that it would ever become something more. Teddy was gone, and so were the feelings you had secretly been harbouring inside. But seeing her now... It overwhelmed you how only a glimpse of her could bring back the crapload of memories the two of you had shared. You slipped into one of the vacant seats in the waiting room, clutching the charts against your chest.

"No sitting, (Y/S/N), you've only just started your day. Let's go! We've got jobs to do. Chop-chop!" Bailey walked by, gesturing for you to get up and go.

You stood up, took the deepest breath and made a promise to yourself-

It's been years. You changed. You were no longer the EMT Teddy used to know. You took great pride in the fact you had grown, as a person and as a doctor. You were a resident now. Besides, for all you knew, Teddy didn't want anything to do with you anymore. She must have changed too. Besides, who knows what happened to her after you lost each other.

Teddy might be back, but your feelings were long gone.

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You walked into the cafeteria, talking with some of the Mercy West residents as you grabbed your lunch, placing it on the tray in front of you. You rolled your eyes as they started to gossip, happy you had your food so you could walk away from that. Shaking your head, you turned around to scan the cafeteria, your eyes landing on Arizona's, who waved you over. You froze in your spot as you saw the back of Teddy's head, who was seated at the same table. Without thinking, you turned around and left the cafeteria in a hurry, the tray still in your hands. You hoped you had been fast enough before Teddy could have seen who Arizona had waved to.

Facing Teddy was not on your to-do list any time soon.

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You had successfully managed to avoid running into your old friend all day, rather doing scut or helping out in the clinic than scrubbing in or helping with consults. Anything to stay out of Teddy's way.

"So, will you tell me why you ran like a chicken earlier today?" Arizona wore a playful smile as she from the doorway how you were grabbing your things.

"Um-" You shuffled some things around in your locker, trying to stall coming up with an answer. Arizona was one of your best friends and already knew whatever you would say would be a complete lie, "Stomach ache. Needed a toilet."

Arizona nodded her head, her playful grin not disappearing, "Yeah... I usually like my lunch with some nice sound effects and extra stench too."

"Wha-," You stopped to turn around, "I did not eat my lunch in a toilet."

Arizona shrugged noncommittally, going to the next topic, "Had fun removing haemorrhoids at the clinic today?"

You sighed defeatedly and pushed your jacket in your bag, glaring at Arizona, who was having way too much fun with this.

"Fine. I ate lunch in a toilet cubicle and helped out at the clinic today. What's wrong with that? They need all the help they can get."

"Meanwhile you could've scrubbed in with Doctor Altman and I. She let Yang fix the kid's Alcapa. Could've been you." She shrugged.

She patted your back as you passed her out of the lounge, letting out a groan at the missed opportunity. You clung your bag over your shoulder, greeting colleagues left and right, trying to play it off, but knowing Arizona was following close behind.

"Nice try," Arizona whispered in your ear as you waited for the lifts to arrive.

You sighed and turned around, about to shoot back a witty reply to wash the grin away from your friend's face, until you saw Teddy round the corner into the hallway, coming your way while she talked to an intern. The lifts dinged behind you, but you quickly pulled Arizona away, pushing her into the door that led to the staircases.

"Okay- wait, what just happened?" Arizona let out a breathy chuckle, her eyebrows raised as she tried to decipher what was going on in your head.

"We're taking the stairs down today! Let's go, I haven't reached my 10k steps yet!" You were already walking down, leaving Arizona to look back, thinking she might have missed something, until she eventually followed.

"Okay, tell me what's going on because you've been incredibly weird, all day long." Arizona stopped you when you were about to walk out of the hospital. You looked her in the eyes, seeing the genuine concern.

"Doctor Robbins!" You shut your eyes at the familiar voice and quickly turned around, slipping into the gift store unnoticed, still in hearing distance,

"I wanted to give you this for the follow-up surgery but you left so quickly." Teddy smiled softly, watching how Arizona looked around, noticing you had dipped, "Just read through it at home and we can discuss tomorrow."

"Oh, yeah! Sure! Thanks." Arizona's eyes fell on the back of your head as you tried to distract yourself by looking at the many different postcards of Seattle.

Teddy furrowed her eyebrows slightly, "Um... okay, well, we'll talk tomorrow."

"Sure thing!"

You waited until Teddy had disappeared into the lift again before stepping out from behind the rack, Arizona immediately pulling you out of the gift shop, her mouth agape as she watched with excitement, "You are crushing on Doctor Altman!"

"What? No!"

"What else can it be? That's why you've been avoiding every place she's at like the plague. I knew you would like her, but I didn't know you would like her this much." She raised her eyebrows suggestively, the grin on her face only widening as you sighed and walked out of the hospital.

"I'm not crushing on her. I haven't even met her yet. I'm just... shy... to meet new people. I need more time."

Arizona snorted as she followed you to her car, "Yeah, sure, that's it." But she grew serious when she saw the conflict in your eyes, "You know you can tell me, right? Anything. I don't judge."

You turned in your seat, it was clear you were battling thoughts in your head. You let yourself fall back against the seat as you sighed,

"I don't want Teddy to see me. Not yet, at least."

Arizona rose an eyebrow, silently telling you she needed more information if you wanted her to understand.

"We knew each other. Back in New York."

Arizona nodded slowly, knowing about your life as an EMT in the Big Apple, "Did you fall out? Did you fight? What happened?"

"That's the thing- I don't know. One day we were friends, the next... she was gone? This is the first time I've seen her since 2001 and... I don't know, it threw me off. I don't know what to do or say now."

"She hasn't seen you yet?"

You shrugged, "No, I don't think so. Not that I know."

"Well, were you great friends before she left?"

"You could say that. I just-" You stopped yourself, sneaking a glance at Arizona, who looked back at you with an encouraging smile, "Oh God- okay... I just always feared I might have scared her away?"

Arizona pursed her lips before hearing what you rambled out next, "I had like, the biggest crush on her and for a while, I thought she had one on me too until I realised she was like that with our mutual friend Allison too and-"

"Doctor Altman likes girls?!" Arizona gasped, intrigue written on her face. You quickly shut her down, not wanting to start the spread of another rumour in the hospital,

"No?! I don't know! I don't think so. No."

You sat in silence for a while until Arizona opened her mouth, "Well, I think it would be best if you just rip the band-aid off tomorrow. I don't think she'd appreciate finding out you avoided her for as long as you could. It's probably going to be awkward either way."

You nodded softly, knowing Arizona was right, "Will you help me?"

"Pfff, of course! I got your back." She smiled at you as she drove out of the car park.

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You kept yourself busy by alternating between buttoning and unbuttoning your lab coat and fixing your hair, wanting to look presentable since Teddy hadn't seen you in years. It was silly, how you hadn't been able to let go of the nervous habits you had whenever you'd be around her. But the worry Teddy would be disappointed to see you again made it worse this time.

"Stop that, you look great." Arizona smiled encouragingly and fixed your collar as you started to play with your fingers instead, needing something to try and keep your nerves under control.

"Ready?" She asked you as she stopped in front of the room Teddy had paged her to. You gave her a curt nod and took in a breath as she opened the door, revealing Teddy who was looking at the whiteboard in front of her.

"Doctor Altman, I brought a resident who's gonna help me with this case. Hope you don't mind."

"Not at all! I went ahead and-" She stopped midsentence when she turned around, her eyes locking with yours. Sure, you had changed over the years, but you knew Teddy would recognize you in an instant.

"(Y/N)?" She breathed out, her face going from confusion to shock to excitement in just a few seconds.

"Oh my God, it's really you?" She walked up to you, her arms open to welcome you in a hug. Teddy let out an awkward chuckle as she noticed you didn't move a muscle, but she slowly and unsurely wrapped her arms around you when you took a hesitant step forward.

"It's so good to see you again! How- I- What?!" She smiled and rubbed her cheeks, trying to wrap her head around the fact you were standing in front of her, and trying to stop herself from panicking. "You left New York? When? You're a resident now!?"

"It's been years, a lot can happen." You squeezed your fingers behind your back, realising how harsh it sounded, no matter how much she deserved the cold shoulder. You just wanted to get this over with.

Teddy's smile faltered, but only momentarily, before her eyes filled with glee again, "So- what's happening? What's new? How did you get here? Are you.... third year? Or-"

"I love this little reunion but maybe it's best we focus on the surgery now...We've got little time." Arizona butted in with an apologetic smile, seeing you needed a breather.

"Yes! Of course, apologies." Teddy turned back to you, her face unreadable, but her gut wrenched with the guilt she suddenly felt. Your eyes said it all.

"We...um, should catch up later." She spoke before she quickly turned to face the whiteboard again, muttering something under her breath, hoping to be able to mask her panic in the next few hours of you two working together.

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"Go!" Arizona mumbled out, bumping your hip when you stopped, seeing she was gesturing to Teddy waiting in line. "Go break the ice!"

"I thought I already did that this morning?!" You whisper-yelled back but was pushed forward by your friend.

"Oh- hi!" You shot her a wry smile, albeit awkwardly, as Teddy turned around. "Want to...um... eat lunch outside with me? Catch up? It snowed last night and uh, I know you used to love-"

But you stopped as you saw Teddy nod and smile, "I'd like that."

"So, Seattle, huh?" Teddy started once you had found a vacant bench outside the hospital. "I thought you said you could never see yourself leaving New York?"

"Yeah, well, I got the opportunity to do my residency here... I wanted to start fresh, and New York isn't what it's been after-" You stopped, noticing how Teddy tensed. She took her time eating her sandwich, stalling an answer before she eventually had to speak.

"It's good to see you ended up where you wanted to be. Seems like all those times I helped you study for med school weren't in vain." She smiled with her eyes as she took another quick bite of her lunch. She tried so hard to read your energy, but you seemed closed off.

"Don't get me wrong, I loved being an EMT, but this is good. This is great. I'm happy now. This is the right path for me."

Teddy gave you a soft smile as she truly took you in for the first time, daring to stare at your side profile now that you were focused on your own lunch. You wore your hair differently now, your face looked a bit more mature and you also seemed more reserved, but maybe that just had to do with the awkward tension still floating between you two. Your eyes though, still gave her the same comfort, even if she had lost the ability to read them, apparently.

"What's it going to be? You got your eyes set on a specialty already?"

You nodded while taking a sip of your drink, "Cardio or peds... though I sometimes like to dabble in neuro."

Teddy let out a breathy chuckle, "Ha! Knew it! I recognized the light in your eyes every time I helped you study cardio cases."

"Well, you made it fun. It was hard not to like it by the way you explained it. You seemed passionate about it so of course, I would try to feel the same way."

She nodded to herself, the corner of her lip curling up slightly before she changed the subject, "Where were you on Monday? Doctor Robbins and I did an alcapa surgery together, you would have loved that. Would have been the perfect match for you."

"Oh, um, I don't know, I think I was helping in the pit all day? It was a busy day." Deciding to change the subject once more, you opened your mouth again, "Where did you end up? You left but never said anything, I was worried for weeks until I eventually had to let it go."

Teddy stopped and put her lunch down, "I joined the army..." she watched closely as you raised your eyebrows in surprise, "Almost immediately after... That's were I met Hunt and that's how I got here."

You nodded softly, trying to put it all into place in your head. She obviously gave you the short explanation, as she had left out years of details. But you figured she did so for a reason, and you respected her decision.

"Wasn't I worth a goodbye though?" You chuckled dryly, half joking, half serious.

"God- no, I mean yes! Of course! You deserved an explanation, that's on me, I just... had to go. I couldn't breathe. I hadn't been in a right state of mind for a while, especially after my parents passed away... and then Allison..."

You put your hand on her leg, "Teddy, it's alright, you don't have to explain further. Sorry... I just- All I actually needed to know was if you were still alive. I was dying inside not knowing if you were alright-" You bit the insides of your cheek as Teddy's hand was placed over yours. She sighed and looked out in front of her, her fingers tangling with yours as she squeezed your hand.

"I am so sorry. You deserved a proper farewell."

You nodded, agreeing, but decided to stay silent, sensing that Teddy already knew how bad she had messed up.

"So um, are you staying here? This is not a temporary thing?"

She squeezed your hand again, just to reassure you, even if she felt tortured by all the lost memories and feelings resurfacing,

"Yeah, I plan on staying." She cleared her throat, "Which is why I'm glad we worked this out right now? I mean, we're good, right?"

Thoughts circled through your head while you felt your chest tighten. Having to be around Teddy again would be a challenge, especially seeing how you left things. But you could manage. You were a surgical resident, for heaven's sake, and you were not going to let an old friend from the past ruin anything.

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Hi! I was wondering if you could write more for Dutch from Predator? Lol it's me btw! I was wondering if it could be a hate to love relationship, where Dutch, being the hardass he is, can't live down his pride, and the reader (preferably female), is a strong independent woman who is actually Poncho's little sister, learning from the best. To add on, can the reader be short as Arnie is so tall, and because I am only 5'2" irl?

I kind of combined this with the enemies-to-lovers prompt request, I hope that's ok! I hope you like this!😊💛

Old Habits Die Hard.

Alan "Dutch" Schaefer (Predator 1987) x reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, swearing, mention of violence, alcohol consumption

Masterlist

"This round's on me, what does everyone want?" Mac announces as we go to sit down at the table, the mercenary remaining standing.

"A beer sounds good." Poncho says, looking at the rest of us.

We give words of agreement, taking our respective places at the table as Mac goes to leave the room and go to the bar.

"Don't forget a soda, I don't think they sell alcohol to underage people here." Dutch chips in, flashing a pointed look in my direction.

"Very funny." I roll my eyes, forcing a smile as the others chuckle, "A beer is fine, Mac. Thanks."

He nods, ducking from the room we rented out for the evening, leaving the five of us alone.

"So what's all this about, Dutch? Got us another job?" Blain questions, the gruff man leaning back in his chair, jaw working languidly at the gunk in his mouth.

"Yeah, but this one's a bit different." The major replies, taking a cigar from his pocket and lighting it.

"Different? How?" Hawkins frowns, cokcing his head to the side.

Dutch takes a deep breath of smoke from the cigar, sitting back in his seat.

"An old friend from the army got in touch. Says he needs us for a rescue op."

"Friend from the army? Who?" I inquire, lifting an eyebrow.

"Old commander of mine." Dutch replies dismissively, barely sparing me a glance.

"Ok, where is the job?" Poncho asks, my brother shooting me a knowing look, his eyes flicking up as Mac walks in again, seven beers cradled in his arms.

"What job?" He asks as he places the bottles down on the table, looking round at us all.

"Dutch got us another op." Blain grunts, reaching out to take his beer, spitting the contents of his mouth out into the ashtray on the table. Hawkins, Poncho and I pull faces at that, but don't say anything.

"Another one? We only just got back!" Mac exclaims, taking a seat across from Hawkins, taking a sip from his beer.

"Perks of the job." Dutch shrugs, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

"Will you at least tell us what it is?" I can't keep the impatience from my voice, finding his vagueness irritating.

"I'm getting to it, (Y/n), calm down." He rolls his eyes, "It's in central America, somewhere in the jungle. Phillips was cagey about where exactly, but he said it's got something to do with guerrillas and hostages. We're supposed to get the hostages out of there."

"Sounds simple enough." Billy muses, rubbing his chin.

"When is it?" Poncho chips in, watching the major closely.

Dutch is quiet for a minute, his eyes flicking over us all, before he finally responds.

"It's tomorrow."

I nearly choke on my beer, spluttering as I sit upright in my chair.

"Tomorrow? Are you insane?!" I burst out, annoyed, "We got back from Afghanistan at the ass-crack of dawn today, and you want us to fly off to the jungle at the same time tomorrow? You trying to kill us or what?"

The others nod in agreement, murmuring their own complaints, only to shut up when Dutch turns a venomous glare on me.

"You know, if you spent half the energy you do on complaining on growing, you wouldn't look like a damn child anymore, (Y/n). Would make taking jobs a lot easier - means I don't have to explain why we've only got six and half mercs with us." He snaps, voice laced with anger, "I'm not insane, just practical. We all need more money, and the work is low at the moment. You'd know that if you weren't off lounging at home all day, letting us do the hard planning and prep work."

Silence descends on us all, my jaw dropping at the vehemence behind his words. No one speaks, letting the two of us stare at each other in hatred, my expression swiftly creasing into fury, every muscle in my body going tense.

Another moment passes, before I suddenly stand from the table, slamming my bottle on the table as I stalk past, heading straight out the door. Poncho tries to stop me, calling out to me, but I ignore him, practically seething as I leave the bar and stride to the car my brother and I came in. Unlocking it, I climb in and slam the door, buckling myself into the driver's seat as I throw the car into drive, pulling out onto the road.

Furious, I drive way over the speed limit, weaving in and out of the traffic with no regard for my own safety as I careen down the highway. Screeching horns and tyres follow me as I go, but I ignore them, focusing instead on getting home, filled with anger now as Dutch's words play over and over in my head.

It doesn't take long for me to pull up in the drive of my house, the car skidding on the loose gravel as I harshly jerk the handbrake into place, unbuckling myself before I climb out, making my way over to the door. Opening it, I go in and head straight to the bathroom, intending to take a shower to cool me down, knowing I need to calm down. I strip down quickly, quickly getting under the cold water with my fists clenched at my sides for a while, until I start to massage myself with my fingers, working out the knots in my muscles. It's pleasant, but I can still feel the anger burning in my system, so I swiftly leave again, wrapping myself in a towel.

As I leave the bathroom, I hear a car pull up in the drive, the tyres crunching loudly on the gravel, announcing the newcomer's arrival. I dismiss it, chalking it up to it being Poncho, come to check up on me as the door downstairs opens, then closes, footsteps sounding in the hall as the person checks for me. The sounds are heavier than I thought they would be, and the identity of the person soon dawns on me.

Immediately, I feel the anger start racing through me again, my face creasing into a scowl until I force myself to calm down, at which point I turn and storm up to my bedroom. Going in, I start to rummage through my wardrobe, looking for some new clothes, trying to bite back the irritation rising in me as I hear the footsteps getting closer, the heavy boots not even halting as they reach the door. Within seconds, the wooden structure has been flung open, an angry mercenary standing in the space behind it.

"Ever learn to knock?" I snap at him as soon as I turn around, glaring at Dutch as he looms in the doorway, "Nevermind, you never learned manners period."

"Says the person who just stormed out of a bar." He scoffs, sneering at me as he steps into the room, "Talk about table manners."

"And whose fault is it I stormed out in the first place?" I glower at him, holding my towel in place as he continues forward, the glint in his eyes sparking a blazing heat inside me.

"Oh, so now it's my fault you can't take a joke?" Dutch jabs his finger at his chest before pointing it at me, brow furrowed in anger.

"You have a pretty poor idea of a joke, asshole." I spit back, lifting my finger up in his face as we step closer together, less than a foot away from each other now.

"You're the only one who thinks so, short-ass." He glares down at me, making me all too aware of how he towers over me.

Swallowing tightly, I shift uncomfortably.

"Sure about that? I can't be the only one who thinks your height jokes are getting old." I reply venomously, jabbing my finger at his chest.

He laughs humorlessly.

"Oh, but we both remember a time when you used to love playing into your shortness." His voice drops an octave, eyes boring into me, "I had you on your knees more than once with only standing over you. Remember?"

A flare of lust goes through me at the reminder, flashes of him looming over me as he pounded his cock harder and harder into my waiting mouth coming, unbidden, to mind. I'd always liked the sight of his muscular body above mine, as well as the feelings of his large hands wrapped around me, even if it was simply to hold my head still whilst he fucked it.

"That was months ago." I hiss back at him, barely able to look up at him - if I do, it'll be too much like the memories in my head and I'll give in to the urges of my body. Already I can feel arousal pooling in my panties, my cheeks flushing as I realise this.

"Old habits die hard." Dutch growls, before swiftly reaching out to tear the towel away, exposing me to him. Before I can protest, however, he's taken hold of me and lifted me against the wall, pinning me roughly in place with his body, my legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. His lips crash into mine, a mess of teeth and tongues ensuing as we kiss like we used to, wet sounds filling the air as we press closer and closer together. Soft sounds of need escape me, but they're swallowed by the ravenous major above me, who licks and nips at my lips, a few grunts leaving him as he does so.

Moving to pull him closer, I moan loudly as Dutch jerks his hips into mine, using them to hold me in place, his arousal pressing at my clit through his trousers. I have to bite back whines at the feeling of the rough fabric against my unprotected clit, my slick soon covering the crotch of his jeans as he rolls his hips into me. One of his hands moves to palm roughly at my breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between two calloused fingers, his other hand grasping my ass, which he squeezes tightly. Whimpering into his mouth, I take my nails down his back, grinding my sensitive clit down onto him, enjoying the waves of pleasure emanating from the stimulation.

Months and months of pent up lust pour through the kiss, only breaking as Dutch pulls back to yank his shirt off, revealing his muscular yet scarred torso to me. Instantly, I go to lick and kiss at the toned muscles, only to yelp indignantly as he takes hold of my hair and jerks my head back, growling as he fastens our lips together again. He presses closer, crushing me against the wall with his huge body, grinding his arousal into me with vigour, only to suddenly pull away, keeping me in his arms. In seconds, Dutch has thrown me on the bed, standing at the end with his hands on his belt.

Biting my lip, I eagerly move to help him, but he pushes me back down roughly, wasting no time in pulling his trousers and underwear down, revealing his leaking cock to the air. I moan at the familiar sight of it, eyeing up the veined length keenly, following it from the base to the reddened tip, watching as precum beads there.

Dutch doesn't give me long to admire him, climbing over me and pressing himself against me as soon as he's exposed, his lips moving to my neck. He leaves wet, open-mouthed kisses in his wake, biting at sensitive points as he goes, licking over them briefly each time to soothe them, every movement extracting a needy whine from me. One of his hands moves down to his cock, which he takes hold of and runs through my slick folds, coating the tip generously as he supplies pleasure to me. With every pass over my clit, I moan and rock up into him, clutching at his back.

"Fuck me, Dutch. Show me how much bigger you are." I moan out, wrapping my legs around his waist.

As he hears my words, however, Dutch growls, leaning back, making my legs fall from where they were. I whine at the lack of contact until he rolls me onto my front, grabbing hold of my ass to knead and grope.

"I'll show you alright." He practically snarls in my ear as he bends back over me, moulding his huge body to my smaller frame, hands jerking my ass into his hips. He grinds himself into me for a moment, building my pleasure further as he bites at the back of my neck, sending bolts of electricity through me, which I respond to by rocking back onto him.

With a final grunt, Dutch lines himself up with my hole, surging forwards into me in one stroke, stretching me out as he goes. A half-scream leaves my throat as I feel his cock slide over every sensitive spot inside me, my walls clenching deliciously around him, every vein rubbing against me. He gives me no time to adjust, pulling out entirely before slamming back into me, setting a hard, fast pace that has me seeing stars in no time. Ecstasy races through me, a knot tightening swiftly in my abdomen at the feeling of his thick cock pounding into me.

Dutch straightens after a moment, taking my hip in one hand whilst he presses my face into the bed with the other, using me as leverage to shove his cock as far into me as he can go, grunting and groaning behind me in pleasure and need. Under his grip, I feel totally immobile, but the thought of him using me to work out his anger sends me reeling, my walls clenching tightly around him, tearing a moan from his lips. His name falls from my own, almost like a mantra as he slams into me, sending bolts of pleasure through me, bringing me closer and closer to what I really want.

"So close, Dutch...keep going, oh fuck, you're so good…" I moan out, my words muffled slightly by the bed, though they are audible enough for him.

A whine of displeasure echoes from my chest as he suddenly pulls out, my pussy throbbing at the loss. He doesn't wait long, though, rolling me back onto my back before he hikes my legs up onto his shoulders, thrusting roughly back into me. With the new angle, whole other waves of pleasure ripple through me, his cock hitting the very spot that brings me crashing towards an orgasm. The sound of skin slapping together fills the room, along with obscenely wet noises and moans from the two of us, both too caught up in the moment to care about what comes after.

"You're getting tighter, (Y/n)...gonna cum for me, are you?" Dutch groans, his thrusts becoming erratic as my pleasure rapidly builds, "Come on, (Y/n), cum for me!"

With a final scream of ecstasy, the tension inside me snaps and I cum, hard, my walls clenching like a vice around him. White light blinds me, everything disappearing around me as the pleasure floods through me in a great torrent, rendering me incapable of moving momentarily.

Vaguely, I feel Dutch pound into me a few more times before he pulls out and cums over my stomach, letting out a roar of satisfaction at the sensation, his hand wrapped around himself, jerking his cock desperately. Breathing heavily, he milks himself dry before he slumps over me, smearing the sticky substance between us, the two of us left breathless in the throes of our pleasure.

"Still as good as I remember." He hums, rolling off of me to lie beside me.

"Could say the same thing." I sigh, trailing a finger through his cooling cum, grimacing at the sight of it.

Groaning, I heave myself up, taking the towel up from the floor.

"Where are you going?" Dutch asks, still lounging on the bed.

"Shower. You should, too." I inform him, moving to leave, only to stop still as the door swings open.

"(Y/n)? Who are you- oh." Poncho blushes a deep red, grimacing as he swiftly ducks back out of the room.

"Oh shit…" I groan, putting my head in my hands, unable to bite back a small smile.

With just grins, leaning back on his hands.

"Oops."

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years ago

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Feeding The Flames: Wild Ride

Summary- 2.5k Johnny Storm x You. Johnny always had a wild side, needing the rush of speed and adrenaline. You might have a bit of a dangerous streak in you as well. After one of his competitions, he sneaks you back into the Motorsports Arena to give you a hell of a ride.

This is written for @imanuglywombat‘s “Is That Even A Sex Position” Weekly Challenge NSFW, 18+ Sexual Content, mentions of anal. Divider made by @firefly-graphics

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“You are sure about this Johnny?” You asked as he ducked his head out of the riders changing room, glancing around at the semi darkened arena. His eyes bright with excitement as he took your hand and tugged you along with him.

“Everyone is gone Y/N, they packed it all up an hour ago.” He assured you as he stepped into the arena, where just a couple hours ago he had raced his course with several other contestants. You had stood then on the sideline cheering your ass off when his score had come across the screen placing him in next week's finals. “Wait right here while I go get my bike.” He pecked an excited kiss to your forehead and you fiddled with your suit he had you put on in the locker room nervously. Johnny twisted on his heels, walking backwards while admiring you, giving a low whistle as he looked you up and down. “I ever tell you how hot you look in that?”

You arch a disbelieving brow and stuff the helmet on your head that you had carried out under your arm. “Super hot, I think I'm going to wear this on our next date night.”

“You won't hear no complaints from me if you do.” He quipped back while turning away and racing away to grab his dirt bike. In the quiet of the arena, your eyes roamed over the seats that had been full before, and you started to imagine it full of cheering fans. Even though it made you feel a bit shy, you could see why Johnny loved this so much. Fans screaming and cheering you on after a daring trick, since that was all Johnny ever wanted to do, it would be a rush. Soon the arena was filled with the rev of a motor and the dirt bike spun out from the other end where Johnny had it stored, racing towards you till he spun it in front of you, pausing sideways in front of you.

“Take you for a ride?” He leaned back enough to leave you room to sit in front of him. You were quick to straddle the vibrating machine between your thighs and wriggled your ass back till you were snug against Johnny's groin, making him rumble in his chest that was pressed against your back.

The noise of the dirt bike took over as it jerked forward, you two raced towards the towering hills, Johnny was sure to steer next to a small jump, sending you two jumping over it and landing on the other side with a thump, making you scream excitedly. Johnny pressed further against your back to keep you steady while going over a series of bumps before twisting towards a bigger one.

Much bigger, your eyes widened at the sight and you braced for impact. Johnny took it gracefully though and when he sent it flying into the air, you screamed this time, adrenaline pumping into your veins and the exhilaration making your heart race against your chest. This time when you two landed with a thump, Johnny pulled it to a stop. You yanked your helmet off and twisted to turn on your seat, facing him while abashedly exclaiming. “Johnny, damn I get it now. WHAT A RUSH.” your hands are sliding up his chest rabidly and your thighs clench against the bike because all that excitement has spiraled through your entire body, including a heated ache in your core.

It was a rush for him as well, not so much the ride but seeing the way you just exploded from it. Your hair was a bit disheveled from the helmet and your words spilled in a rush like you couldn't get them out enough. Your touch, he could feel the way you grabbed at him to pull him into you, even your hips rocked subtly while your thighs were super tense. He just knew you were wet, aching, wanting, and in this moment he wanted that vital energy you were brimming with as his own. Your eyes snapped to his and your next words were just what he wanted to hear. “Fuck I really need you right now.” It was all he needed, Johnny was fucking hard for you.

He dug his hands into your ass cheeks and pulled you forward against him on the motorbike, your hands working his helmet off to ditch it in the dirt nearby while grasping his cheeks that were flushed red and sweaty, hair spiked up with helmet hair, and blown pupils from adrenaline. Your heart never was racing so fucking fast or your blood pumping so hard that you could hear the echo in your ears. “Jesus fucking christ Johnny if you don’t fuck me right on this track.” You hissed and grabbed the front of his uniform to yank him into you, lips crashing and teeth biting at each other.

“Fuck I plan on it.” He snapped right back, his hands working through the zipper at the top part of your suit and yanked it open to palm your tits, nipping at your neck as you breathed out sharply and flung your head back, getting lost in the feeling of Johnny taking over. “Bend you over and fucking destroy that pussy.” He promised and you dragged teeth against your bottom lip with a moan, covering his hands with yours and pressing your own fingers between his to pull at yourself as much as he twisted your nipples, making you whine.

“Bend me over? Fuck please Johnny.” You squealed out when he licked up your neck to bite back at your lips and yanked his hands away from your breasts.

“Get off and turn around.” He pushed you back and steadied you with a grasp to your hip as you leveraged yourself off with a swing of your leg and a hold on his shoulders, excited. Twisting around like he had told you, Johnny was right behind you, swinging his legs over the motorbike and caging you in between his thighs, his hands working your body suit off further. The more skin that got exposed, your neck was lashed with his tongue heatedly and down to your shoulders, making you sway at the sensation as your body suit gets pushed down over your hips and down your thighs, reaching behind you to fist your hand in Johnny’s suit at his chest, your step from it, shaking your legs to get rid of it.

Once you got out of it, Johnny crashed behind you, his palms back to your breasts while sucking his marks into your neck. Push, pull, he kept your captured against his chest, making you wriggle against him, pressing your ass now into his hardness pressing against your cheeks.

“You all wet for me Baby? Cause you have me so fucking hard I could come right in my fucking suit.”

You smirked, unable to help yourself, you grabbed onto one of his wrist and yanked it down between your thighs, forcing his fingers to rub at your clit while squeezing your thighs together to hold his hand in place. “Am I? Dripping wet and hot Johnny? You tell me.” You moaned while looking over your shoulder at him.

“Fuck Y/N” He circled harder, faster and kissed you again messily while you panted against his mouth, feeling the coils in your belly start to turn into raging heat. So close, your body was starting to tighten and snap with your coming orgasm, but he ripped his hand away and pushed at your shoulders to snap your forward.

You yelped in surprise while landing on your palms, bent over just like he said he was gonna. Hands heatedly grasped your cheeks, spreading them while Johnny sucked in air through his teeth at your clenching holes.

“Fuck, they both look tempting.” His thumb traced around your tight ring and you wriggled your ass.

“Next time Johnny, I really need you to fuck my pussy right now.” You whined out, and he plunged fingers into your sopping heat to feel you clench harshly around him.

“Next time? You gonna let me fuck that tight hole?” He sounded excited as his hand tapped against your ass to make it jiggle.

“Sometime, maybe, we will talk about it. But come on Johnny.” You pushed back into him impatiently and he leaned over while working his suit open to drop it enough to release his cock. As soon as he pulled himself out, you felt his heavy throbbing cock rut between your ass cheeks while he spread his thighs a little more.

“Lift your foot Y/N.” He steadied your hips and you stretched a leg up, hooking your ankle over the dirt bikes's seat, and he tilted your hips enough to lift your other, his cock pressing between slick folds. Your head dropped a bit as your arms wavered.

“Don't you dare drop me Storm.” You puffed out and his grasp tightened on your hips while he pushed into you, stretching around his cock which at this angle made you feel stuffed to the brim.

“You really think I would drop you Baby? I've never dropped you before.” He gave a dirty grind that rubbed his groin into your plumped ass he was holding up as well as his cock splitting you open with every thrust he gave while pumping you back on him.

You wanted to respond with that one time he did drop you, but his cock rubbed against your velvet walls, squelching noise around him. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as his cocks head pressed against this one spot.

This one glorious spot that rippled up your spine and tingled through your head till your jaw went slack and you made the most needy noises. “Again Johnny, harder.”

It was a whole different pleasure, why you so loved doing doggy style with Johnny. The slap of his hips against your ass would jerk you forward, the way Johnny would lose control and whip you back and forth, his grunts mixing with the sharp yelps you gave. “So fucking tight like this, that pussy is just pulling me in.” He grunted above you and you nodded vigorously, trying to keep your arms locked to keep you up. Your tits bounced with every slam he gave you and your muscles just kept spasming.

“Joh-Johnny, fuck fuck fuck, yes, fuck yes. I'm going to cum.” You squealed and sagged forward a bit till he yanked you back harshly, your toes curled and legs quivered with the coming orgasm, rattling the motorcycle you were using as leverage. “I need it, I need to cum.”

Johnny flexed his fingers harshly, his shoulders and biceps straining with holding onto you and swinging you back and forth to slap himself into you, he was close to, his balls drawing to tighten while his cock twitched in your greedy pussy. That greedy pussy that he was gonna just gonna fill with his seed, leave it drizzling down your thigh, the thought made him feral.

As well as sending that white hot heat licking his skin, sweat drizzling down the sides of his temple as he snapped his palm against your ass, roaring out. “Cum for baby, drench my cock cause I'm stuffing you so full.”

It was enough to make you lose that bit of control you had while he turned sloppy, hips jerking and grinding in behind you, you tilted your head to bite in your upper arm squealing while he fucked you vigorously, his arm loping around your lower stomach and fingers rubbing your clit to make you squirt around him, sobbing into your straining arms while he pumped his seed deep into you and then turned shallow, dragging his swollen cock through your sopping heat that kept clenching to hold him in. But his cock jerked out, cum sweeping through your entrance to flood through your folds and drizzle down your thighs thickly as he continued to shoot cum over your ass. “Fucking Hell.” He growled out as his hand pumped himself, thick ropes drizzling all over you.

You were panting, about to lose your position when he loomed over you, wrapping his arms around you and groaning in your ear. “Drop your feet, I got you baby.” With relief you did and he tightened his hold to pull you back to a stand, he fell bare ass against the bike's seat and you sagged into his laps, head falling back to his shoulder as you felt the blood rushing in your temples at the sudden change of position. Air burned in your lungs as you took gasping breaths. You could feel Johnny huffing against your neck, his chest pressing against your back just as rapidly as your own chest was moving. His hold slightly loosened to rub his palms up your stomach back to massaging your breasts, making you chuckle at the lazy way he palmed you.

You let your own slide up his thighs pressed underneath you, giggling once you caught your breath. Johnny lifted his head to look at you with a curious look and you moved to a stand and reach down to pull your suit up, glancing around the arena. “I cant believe I let you flip me upside down and fuck me senseless in the middle of this place. Anyone could have walked in.” You shake your head a bit and Johnny grins now that he knew what was on your mind, tucking his cock away and pulling you in against him.

“I just came here to ride, if we’re getting caught it's because of you Baby.”

You rolled your eyes at him and a shake of your head made you scoff as you pressed your lips to his, letting your arms fall around his shoulders so you could playfully tease the back of his neck, nipping at his full bottom lip, so pink and tempting all the time. “Don't you DARE blame it on me Storm. You were just as hot for it as I was.”

“You got me there.” He winked and let his hands roam to cup your ass, pulling you in to grind against him. “I am never gonna get enough of loving on your sweet body and making you cry my name.”

You hummed happily and pulled away from him, wriggling your brows. “Can we do the jump now?”

Johnny swung up and straddled the dirt bike, scooching back so you could climb on in front of him after grabbing the helmets you both ditched earlier and stuffed yours on your head and he took his own to do the same as well. His arms were protective as they circled around you and thighs capturing your to press them tight against the side of the machine. “Hold on Baby.”

A twist of his wrist revved the dirt bike and then he spun it around, shooting a trail of arena dirt behind him as he sped it up, flying you both towards one of the first jumps on the track, his chest pressing into your back, making you both lean forward while the dirt bike started to make its climb.

Your adrenaline spiked just as you two crested the top of the hill and tires spinning as it lifted away from the ground.

#uglywombatsexpositionchallenge #amber writes #sweater writes #Johnny Storm #johnny storm x reader #johnny storm smut #fantastic four fic #johnny storm fanfic

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sanjisock · 3 years ago

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more than words

50 words; 50 sentences

ao3

#01 - Motion

A spinning kick, a swing of blade — the two meet and hit but don’t hurt, and Nami sighs exasperatedly at such a pathetic display of a mating dance.

#02 - Cool

Zoro stands his ground as his enemy — finally, finally — falls unceremoniously on his back, unconscious, and Sanji thinks for a moment that the sight of Zoro — wild and victorious and ready to take on the world — looks kind of, maybe, slightly cool.

#03 - Young

Brook sees the two — dying to die for each other, the weight of their friends’ lives pulling down their shoulders — and he thinks too many people forget how young they still are.

#04 - Last

The Cook is the last person Zoro would consider lending a hand in a fight — “who would want to work together with that dumbass anyway,” he lies whenever anyone asks, and doesn’t admit that it’s because he trusts Sanji’s ability to stand his ground, wholly and fully.

#05 - Wrong

Sanji knows Zoro, like him, understands better than most — that this nakama thing isn’t just something you’d die for, but something you’d kill for, too.

#06 - Gentle

Sanji manages to catch Kitetsu before it rolls off from the deck during a storm, and in that moment, Zoro knows, from the reverent way he regards the swords in his hands, that this isn’t the first time the Cook has wielded one.

#07 - One

“Calm down, Marimo,” Sanji says with a dismissive wave of his hand when Zoro asks about the sword a few days later, “I’m not about to take your place as the ship’s swordsman; a cook doesn’t use his hands to fight, and I had a terrible teacher anyways.��

#08 - Thousand

“I’m worth two thousand men,” Zoro grumpily says, almost sulking, and Nami can’t resist patting his head like she would to a little boy pulling the pigtail of a girl he has a crush on.

#09 - King

You’re like the prince of Dumbass Kingdom, Zoro says, and it takes Sanji everything in him not to blurt out, Dumbass Kingdom sounds about right; wait ‘till you see the fucking king.

#10 - Learn

Watching Sanji converse fluently with a couple of tourists in a Northern language, Zoro wonders when he will ever stop learning something new about Sanji — or if he ever will, at all.

#11 - Blur

When Zoro finally comes to, the wounds from Bartholomeow Kuma is muted by Chopper’s medicine, a dull throb at the back of his consciousness; but the sharp pain against his heart feels raw still, visceral and razor-sharp, tucked alongside the ache of Sanji’s sacrifice.

#12 - Wait

“Wait,” he manages to croak out before Sanji flees the room, the word spilling out unbidden; he isn’t quite sure why, but he knows that he wants the Cook to stay.

#13 - Change

“Have some fucking decency ,” Sanji yells, throwing a shirt at Zoro’s direction; the brute has been walking around the ship bare-chested like an eyesore ever since they entered the summer island, and Sanji is just trying to do everyone a favor — and definitely not because there’s a different kind of heat pooling at the pit of his stomach.

#14 - Command

Robin watches the two in amusement — Zoro could have easily refused to be Sanji’s pack mule, and she can hear him grumbling about it still; and yet, here they are, once again, together at the island’s marketplace.

#15 - Hold

Sanji is rough around the edges, bristling at the slightest touch; Zoro knows he needs to be gentle, but he doesn’t quite remember the last time he held something that isn’t a hilt of a sword, without meaning to hurt . It’s a learning curve.

#16 - Need

Sanji knows Zoro is a dumbass, but it takes a special kind of stupid to think he would never be good enough for Sanji, when he’s all that Sanji has ever needed.

#17 - Vision

Zoro never regrets losing his eye, but he wishes, sometimes, he could still take in the sight of Sanji with an unimpaired vision, just to see more of him.

#18 - Attention

“You’re starting a fight, Marimo?” Sanji growls, voice low and dangerous, and Zoro thinks, yes, yes, anything to get you to look at me.

#19 - Soul

He loves the kid like a brother, but sometimes Zoro hates how Luffy can easily see past his gruff words and feigned ignorance; the way Luffy only needs to take one look at him to guess, “you’re worried about Sanji, aren’t you?”

#20 - Picture

He carries around everyone’s bounty posters, Sanji tells himself, and tries not to think too hard about how the only one he kept in his breast pocket is Zoro’s, folded neatly against his heart.

#21 - Fool

“This is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done so far,” Sanji says when they part, lips still tingling from their earlier kiss, because Zoro’s love is fierce and consuming and Sanji knows, ever since he was just a kid with the iron mask, that he doesn’t deserve any of this.

#22 - Mad

“Don’t you ever say that kind of shit again,” Zoro snarls, slamming the wall beside Sanji’s head, his voice trembling with a kind of anger Sanji has never seen him with before — frustrated, desperate. “You’re important to me, Cook.”

#23 - Child

Grow up and cast your dreams away, Sanji tells himself every day, the voice ringing in his ears; you stopped being a child deserving of a dream the moment you chained Zeff down to the ground.

#24 - Now

Grow up and cast your dreams away, Sanji wants to tell himself, but the voice stutters, drowned out by the sight of the kid bleeding on the deck of Baratie — he’s a swordsman, too, acknowledged by none other than Dracule Mihawk himself — but a kid still, throwing himself headfirst towards the case of his dreams, steps unweighted by regrets.

#25 - Shadow

Zoro doesn’t know which is worse — Sanji, forever running away from the shadow his brothers cast; or Zoro, chasing after someone who is no longer around to leave behind a shadow anymore.

#26 - Goodbye

After Whole Cake Island, there’s a period of time where Zoro would follow Sanji around the ship like a lost puppy, unwilling to let the Cook out of his sight; Usopp definitely didn’t expect Zoro to have such a cute side, and crouches over his new invention to hide his smile.

#27 - Hide

“We’re not doing that here,” Sanji hisses, and forces himself not to laugh at the pout on Zoro’s face; the galley might be secluded enough, but they’re still on the enemy ship’s galley.

#28 - Fortune

It is annoying, the way Sanji keeps reminding Zoro that he could have collected Mihawk’s bounty and lived the rest of his life in wealth; especially when Zoro would trade any riches in the world just to stay by the Cook’s side.

#29 - Safe

It catches Zoro off guard when Sanji starts talking about his mother; it’s a short anecdote, a single happy memory, but Zoro can tell by the way Sanji tells it — guarded and hesitant, like he wants to keep the words close and safe — that he has never shared it with anyone else before.

#30 - Ghost

Usopp starts shaking like a leaf as soon as they enter the abandoned, dilapidated house, and Sanji gently tells him, sometimes the worst ghost is the one you create yourself; Zoro feels the weight of Wado on his hip, and agrees.

#31 - Book

“I don’t need this,” Zoro grumbles with a blush, pushing the book back into Nami’s hands, trying hard to ignore Nami’s laughter and the words ROMANCE FOR DUMMIES emblazoned on the book’s jacket.

#32 - Eye

Shusui sinks into the man’s stomach, all the way to the hilt, and Zoro thinks of the way Sanji curled into himself as the man landed a lucky hit on the cook’s hand. An eye for an eye.

#33 - Never

“This is my first time,” Zoro whispers, head ducking away as he feels his face flush at the admission; but Sanji’s hand rests on his cheek, encouraging, and he can feel the curve of Sanji’s smile as their lips meet and Sanji replies, “it’s mine, too.”

#34 - Sing

Luffy cheers when Zoro and Sanji comes into view, and he lets them take on the next batch of enemies; a good fight is always fun, but watching Zoro and Sanji fight is even more so — like watching a dance that only those two know the melody to.

#35 - Sudden

“What, are we supposed to be surprised?” Nami says, barely looking up from the map she’s working on; Sanji sputters, face redder than the tomatoes he served during breakfast, and Nami feels almost bad for him.

#36 - Stop

“But we — Zoro and I — how did you know?” Sanji asks, and promptly stops asking questions when he realizes the rest of the crew aren’t surprised either; who could blame them, when his and Zoro’s sexual tension can be seen from a mile away.

#37 - Time

Sanji knows they have to break apart soon, just to breathe, but right now all he cares about is to taste as much of Zoro as possible — he has waited two years for this, and it has been two years too long.

#38 - Wash

They have their fair share of fighting — and how, considering the amount of repairs Usopp has to do for Merry just from their petty fights alone — but what the crew doesn’t know is that they also have this thing, this quiet thing, just him and the Cook and a stack of dirty plates between them.

#39 - Torn

“In retrospect,” Robin observes, “dressing up our dear cook in a maid uniform would not only lower the enemy’s firepower, but also ours, considering how distracted our swordsman has clearly become.”

#40 - History

“Why do you keep him around, mister?” The kid asks, pointing at the old swordsman with three swords and an eye scar by the peer; Sanji laughs, pats the kid on the head, and says, almost wistfully — “you can say we have some history.”

#41 - Power

Sanji tugs at Zoro’s sleeve, and Zoro follows suit despite his complaints — Sanji thinks, distantly, how much of an honor it is, to have so much control over such a powerful man.

#42 - Bother

“I didn’t have enough time to make this three-tier ice cream cake for our lovely Nami-san and Robin-chan because you distracted me!” Sanji says with a hard jab of a finger against Zoro’s chest, and Zoro thinks, good .

#43 - God

Zoro does not believe in gods, but there’s a hymn of a noise when Zoro presses his lips against the crook of Sanji’s neck, the hallelujah of the world breaking apart as their bodies move together, and he thinks, close enough .

#44 - Wall

Zoro slams his fist into the wall of Polar Tang, and is taken aback by the depth of his own frustration; he knows Luffy and the others will get Sanji back from Big Mom’s place, but it unsettles him still, the way Sanji hides himself under layers of pretenses when Zoro has bared so much of himself to the Cook in return.

#45 - Naked

“What the fuck was that for , Mosshead?!” Sanji shrieks, justifiably furious, leg raised and on fire after Zoro sliced his tray into two without preamble; Zoro can’t exactly tell the Cook he did it because he was too surprised at the sight of Sanji in a swimming trunk and nothing else.

#46 - Drive

Why Zoro , people sometimes ask, but the answer is easy to Sanji — nobody drives him crazy the way Zoro does, and is that not what true love feels like?

#47 - Harm

Zoro knows Sanji will be furious ; but as he faces Kuma, knowing at least the Cook is out of harm’s way, he knows he would do this a hundred times over, a thousand times over, a million times over.

#48 - Precious

Sanji is sitting by the corner of the infirmary, face pale with red-rimmed eyes, and Zoro thinks he’s never had that, before — people who would weep for him, knowing that he is more than dried scars and calloused skin.

#49 - Hunger

This thing we have is dangerous, Sanji tells him, but Zoro doesn’t care — he already has a craving, the same way he needs a booze when it’s been too long, except he thinks that this vice will surely kill him.

#50 - Believe

This isn’t faith; this is the truth, Zoro’s truth, the same way he knows he will become the Greatest — Sanji will find that elusive sea of his, and Zoro will stay with him until it is the last thing he can do.

#opfanfic #zosan #roronoa zoro #sanji #one piece

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morganaspendragonss · 4 years ago

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if something’s wrong you can count on me

special thanks to @trkstrnd for very kindly allowing me to take inspiration from and adapt one of their ideas!

@911lonestarangstweek day 2: Physical whump + “Does it hurt badly?”

five times carlos takes care of tk when he’s injured, and one time tk takes care of carlos

ao3 | 3.5k | 5+1 things

Getting TK to rest after bursting his stitches is an uphill battle, one Carlos only wins half the time. He’s currently losing, watching TK attempt to scrape some lunch together whilst he himself has practically been exiled to the couch.

Carlos isn’t blind; he sees the intermittent winces, hears the occasional pained mutter, and he wants nothing more than to go over and help, to kiss away the lines of TK’s face. But they’re still so new, and TK is still so skittish, so he doesn’t want to do anything that will push him away even more.

Still, he can’t help but worry, and a particularly sharp gasp has him half-rising from his seat. “TK?”

“I’m fine.”

It’s clearly a lie. TK’s paler than he was a second ago and he has a white-knuckled grip around the knife in his hand, which only starts to relax when he realises that Carlos is staring.

“You should be resting,” Carlos says, making his way over. “I can finish that.”

“I said I’m fine.”

“TK, it’s okay, please just sit down.” He reaches out to grab TK’s good shoulder, intending to force him to the couch if necessary, but TK jerks away the moment he makes contact. His hand - thankfully not the one holding the knife - flails in a wide arc, knocking the half-made sandwich to the floor.

Carlos is already bending to clear it up when TK makes a noise like a wounded animal and drops to the floor. In any other circumstance, Carlos might be tempted to leave him to it, but TK’s hands are visibly trembling and his breath is coming in sharp pants as he mutters quiet curses to himself. He takes TK’s hands in his own, holding on tighter when he tries to pull away.

“TK!” he calls, keeping his voice as steady as possible. “TK, you need to calm down. You’re going to hurt yourself. Come on, just follow my breathing, that’s it.”

It takes a long time, but eventually TK’s body loses some of its tension and he slumps back against the cabinets, closing his eyes. Carlos is surprised to see a tear slipping down his cheek, but TK wipes it away as quickly as it appears. His breathing is still carefully measured and he raises a hand to his chest, gently rubbing just over his wound.

“Are you okay?” Carlos asks, fear spiking. “It is your stitches, did they burst again? Do you need anything? Can I -”

“I’m fine,” TK interrupts, and Carlos would be more inclined to believe him if his expression wasn’t still tight with pain. “I just get a bit out of breath sometimes. Punctured lung, remember?”

Carlos grimaces. He does remember, all too well. “Which is exactly why you should be resting, especially after the solar storm.”

“I know,” TK sighs. “I hate being so useless all the time.”

“You’re not useless.”

TK cracks his eyes open, levelling Carlos with an unimpressed stare. “I couldn’t even make a fucking sandwich, Carlos. I’m useless.”

“You’re healing,” Carlos corrects. He leans over and places his hand over the one TK has on his chest, gripping it gently. “You know as well as I do that these things take time. You just have to remember that you have plenty of people who want to help you, including me, if you’ll let us.”

It takes a long moment, but eventually TK allows Carlos to help him stand up, rolling his eyes when he insists on helping him to the couch. “You’re so annoying,” he complains, though there’s no heat behind the words.

“Better get used to it,” Carlos replies, easing TK down and dropping a kiss on his nose. “I’m not going anywhere.”

ii.

When Carlos gets into bed and wraps his arms around TK like he always does, the last thing he expects to hear is a pained yelp from the other side of the bed. He immediately sits up, any tiredness he may have had completely gone, and flicks on the lamp, eyes widening at the sight that greets him.

TK is still fully dressed, but Carlos can still spy the mottled bruising creeping under his shirt. He gently pushes the hem up, gasping at the discolouration covering TK’s entire right side, and looks up at his boyfriend in horror.

“Don’t be mad,” TK says quickly, eyes pleading as they meet Carlos’s.

“I’m not - Why would I be mad?” Carlos asks, shaking his head. He waves his hands over TK’s side, not wanting to touch it and risk causing him any more hurt. “What the hell happened?”

“Floor collapsed under me,” TK explains, shrugging with his left shoulder. “And, before you say anything, no, I don’t need to go to the hospital. Tommy checked me out, it’s just a few bruises, I’m fine.”

“This isn’t just a few bruises, TK!” Carlos pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing. “Did you at least ice it?”

TK shrugs again. “At the station,” he says. “When I got back here, I was too tired, and it hurt too much to take my clothes off, so I just got into bed.”

“Por Dios,” Carlos mutters to himself. He closes his eyes for a brief moment, then pulls himself out of bed, frowning down at his accident-prone boyfriend. “Stay there.”

TK, naturally, doesn’t listen, attempting to push himself upright. “Where are you going?”

“Lie down. You’ll see.”

Carlos is only gone for two minutes; still, by the time he walks back in, ice packs and ointment in hand, TK is sitting up against the headboard, eyes closed in obvious pain. He rolls his eyes, but can’t suppress the exasperated smile that crosses his face as he rounds to TK’s side of the bed. He deposits the items on the bedside table then shakes TK’s good shoulder.

“Hey,” he murmurs. “Come on. Let’s get you sorted.”

TK peels his eyes open, pursing his lips when he catches sight of the ice packs. “Carlos, I’m -”

“If you say you’re fine, so help me, TK.”

TK glares, but doesn’t finish his sentence, which is something at least. Carlos helps him shift until he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, then eases him upright, wincing at the pained grunt TK lets out. When he doesn’t seem about to fall over, Carlos lets go, his hands moving to the hem of TK’s shirt, carefully sliding it off his body. He does the same with his sweats, only then allowing TK to collapse back down on the bed.

“Thank you,” TK says quietly.

“Of course.” Carlos leans over and grabs a pillow, positioning it to support TK as he encourages him to lie down again. He goes without complaint this time, smiling tiredly up at Carlos.

“Can we go back to sleep now?”

“No,” Carlos says, grinning at TK’s pout. He picks up the ice pack and ointment, moving to the other side of the bed and sliding in next to TK, sitting cross-legged at his back. He squeezes some of the ointment onto the worst of the bruises, then takes a deep breath before reaching to rub it in.

Carlos keeps his touch light, but TK still tenses as soon as he makes contact, eyes squeezing shut, breathing turning heavy. “Sorry.”

TK shakes his head. “It’s okay. You can keep going.”

Carlos goes as quickly as he can, grimacing every time he hits a particularly sore spot, sending another wave of pain through TK’s body. By the time he’s finished, TK’s teeth look liable to crack from the force with which he’s gritting them, but he hasn’t uttered a word of complaint.

“Almost there,” Carlos murmurs, cracking the ice packs. He lays them down across the bruising, and TK immediately relaxes, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you,” TK says, sleep obviously pulling at him. “You didn’t have to do that.”

Carlos kisses him, then slides down in the bed and flicks off the light. “Get some rest.”

iii.

TK is asleep on the couch and Carlos is trying to catch up on the cleaning he’s neglected over the last couple of days when there’s a sudden cry from across the room. He looks up in time to see TK jerk upright, just barely managing to keep himself from falling to the floor.

“TK!” He rushes to his boyfriend��s side, hands hovering uncertainly as TK groans, head falling into his hands. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“It’s nothing,” TK grits out, though the tightness in his voice and expression says otherwise.

“I don’t think -”

“Carlos, please.” TK squints up at him, eyes watering and pleading with him. “Just, give me a minute.”

Carlos hesitates, but one more desperate look from TK has him nodding, straightening up and backing away. He goes back to his cleaning, but keeps one eye on his boyfriend the whole time, wishing there was something he could do to help. It’s been like this ever since he brought TK home after the kidnapping, the crippling headaches apparently not enough; he’s also been having nightmares that ruin what little sleep he manages to get.

(carlos has nightmares, too, but tk doesn’t need to know about those)

The last thing Carlos wants to do is crowd TK - he knows from past experience that he doesn’t appreciate the hovering - but every time he catches sight of the stitches, another bolt of fear flashes through him and the desire to keep TK close strengthens. He’d do anything if it meant his boyfriend didn’t have to go through any more pain.

When TK has begun to lie back against the pillows, still breathing carefully through his nose, Carlos fills a glass with water and takes it over. He places the glass on the coffee table and settles himself by TK’s legs, rubbing his side gently.

“Bad dream?” he asks quietly. At TK’s reluctant nod, he winces in sympathy. “I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault,” TK mumbles. His eyes flutter closed, but Carlos knows by the way his face is scrunched up that he probably won’t be getting any more sleep. He wants to ask if TK wants to talk about the dream, but the answer will be no. It always is, TK usually just saying that Carlos already knows what happened and there’s no point talking about it. Which is obviously untrue, but Carlos doesn’t want to force the issue, not while TK’s still physically healing.

“How’s the head?” he tries instead. “Does it hurt badly?”

TK hums. “It’s not great,” he admits, which is TK-speak for I’m in agony. “I don’t think moving so quickly did it any favours.”

“I can get you some Tylenol, if you want?”

TK hesitates, but eventually nods, which is testament to how shitty he must be feeling. Carlos immediately goes to grab the medicine, shaking a couple of pills into his hand before heading back into the front room.

“Here.” He squats down in front of TK and helps him into a seated position, ignoring his boyfriend’s protests.

“You’re starting to act like my dad,” TK jokes, swallowing down the pills.

Carlos laughs. “We’ve been swapping tips. Why else do you think he gave me his number?”

TK groans. “Great. My dad and my boyfriend ganging up on me - just what I need.” He glares as best as he’s able, though there’s no real heat behind it. “I thought you were supposed to be on my side.”

“We love you really.”

TK sniffs and allows Carlos to help him to lie down, his eyes closing as soon as he’s settled. Carlos stands to get back to his chores, but he doesn’t miss TK’s mumbled “Love you too,” that follows him as he goes.

iv.

He only leaves the kitchen for two minutes to grab something from upstairs, but two minutes is all it takes for him to hear a sharp yell of pain, followed by a loud clatter and muffled cursing. Carlos rushes down the stairs, instantly zeroing in on his boyfriend, who appears to be frozen, staring in shock at his hands.

Carlos frowns. Nothing appears to be amiss; the tray of cookies is maybe slightly to the left of where he left it, but other than that, everything seems fine.

Except for TK.

“Babe?” he calls. “Something wrong?”

TK startles, an almost guilty look on his face as he turns to Carlos. His hands drop, hiding behind his back in a way that has Carlos’s eyes narrowing in suspicion. He crosses the room quickly, gently pulling at TK’s wrists until he succeeds in revealing his hands, which have clear burns on them.

“Shit!” He practically drags TK to the sink, forcing his hands under the cold tap. “You should have done this straight away,” he scolds. “You of all people ought to know that, Mr Firefighter-Turned-Paramedic.”

“I know,” TK grumbles. He gives Carlos a sideways look, raising his eyebrows. “You can let go of me, you know.”

Carlos does, flushing slightly, then leans back against the counter, shaking his head at his boyfriend. “How did that even happen?”

The guilty look comes back on TK’s face and he studiously avoids Carlos’s gaze. “You’ll laugh at me.”

“I won’t,” Carlos says, though he’s already struggling to fulfil that promise. Now he knows that TK isn’t too injured, he can start to relax a little, and TK’s expression is doing little to quell his amusement at the situation.

TK sighs heavily, hanging his head. “I was just going to move the tray to make room for the second batch,” he explains quietly - almost too quiet for Carlos to hear. “Except I may have, ah, forgotten that it would still be hot. So.”

Carlos manages to keep a straight face for all of two seconds before he bursts out laughing, which is only fuelled by the indignant look on TK’s face.

“You promised!” he accuses, glaring.

“Sorry, love,” Carlos says, grinning. “At least you didn’t burn the food this time.”

The answering face full of water he receives is worth it.

Carlos should have known the call had gone too well to be true.

They’re just wrapping everything up when there’s a sudden commotion over by the ambulance, and he looks over to see Nancy shielding a patient while TK and Tommy attempt to hold another man back. He catches Mitchell’s attention and they sprint over, but they don’t get there before the guy breaks free, lashing out with his fist.

TK’s head snaps back and he staggers, blood instantly flowing from his nose. Carlos wants to go to him, but he knows he has to focus on his job; besides which, he’d probably just get in the way. He and Mitchell manage to subdue the guy before he can do any more harm, and Carlos hands him off to his partner, subtly inclining his head towards TK. She nods and leads the guy to their cruiser.

Carlos turns to Tommy, who is crouching down next to where TK’s sitting on the sidewalk. “What was that?” he asks, trying to divert his worry for now - not that he succeeds.

She scowls in the direction Mitchell took the attacker. “He blamed our patient for the accident,” she says. “Decided he would try and give him a couple more bruises, not that he needs them.”

Carlos looks over at the patient being tended to by Nancy. All things considered, he doesn’t look too bad, but he’s already started to bruise, and he’s sporting more than a few cuts. Carlos sighs, shaking his head.

“And TK?”

TK opens his mouth to respond, but Tommy answers before he can. “Your boy’s got himself a broken nose, by the looks of it. I don’t think it’s too bad, but I’m taking him to the hospital as a precaution anyway, plus it might need surgery. But he’ll be fine.”

He can’t help the relieved sigh that escapes him at the news. “Good. Thanks, Tommy. My shift is almost done; I’ll be at the hospital as soon as I can.”

“You guys realise I’m right here, don’t you?” TK complains, his voice coming out thick and nasally. “I might have a broken nose, but my ears work just fine.”

Carlos chuckles, sharing a fond smile with Tommy. “Glad to hear it, babe,” he comments drily. He leans down to kiss the top of TK’s head. “I’ll see you soon, keep me updated.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

He doesn’t know how it happens.

Just that, one second he’s facing down a suspect; the next, he’s flat on his back, a searing pain tearing through his side. Carlos sucks in a ragged breath, a harsh cough ripping from his throat. Mitchell is above him, her eyes wide and panicked as she speaks into her radio, but Carlos can’t hear what she’s saying, which would probably be more concerning if he could put thoughts together right now.

His eyes feel heavy and they start to close when the pain suddenly intensifies and they fly open again, Carlos gasping for air.

“Don’t you dare go to sleep on me, Reyes,” Mitchell growls, her voice sounding very far away. “Paramedics are here, they’re going to fix you up, you’re - Oh, shit.”

Carlos doesn’t need to wonder for long what caused her to break off; TK’s face soon replaces Mitchell’s, attempting to smile even as his eyes fill with tears. There’s a hand running through his hair, and Carlos leans into the touch, letting it soothe him. He starts to drift again, but he tries to force himself to stay awake.

“Hey, babe,” TK says wetly. “We’ve got you now, you’ve just gotta keep those pretty eyes open for me, can you do that?”

“Think...so…” Carlos manages, another round of coughing overwhelming him. TK holds him through it, his hand on the back of his head to prevent it from hitting the tarmac.

“That’s good.” TK turns to the side, then he’s back, securing an oxygen mask over Carlos’s face. He’s obviously trying to put on a brave face, but, even as out of it as he is, Carlos doesn’t miss the way his hands are shaking. He clumsily reaches up, almost slapping TK’s face in his drowsiness, but it’s worth it to see TK smile as he grips onto his hand. “You’re doing so good, baby, you’re going to be just fine.”

Carlos almost believes it, too.

Almost, because at that moment, the pain returns tenfold and he involuntarily arches off the ground, the air suddenly feeling very thin. Distantly, he can hear yelling, but the darkness is creeping in on him and, this time, he can’t do anything to fight it.

The next time Carlos wakes, it’s to harsh lights that threaten a headache and the feeling of another hand in his own. He groans, trying to shift away from the glare of the fluorescents, which is a decision he immediately regrets as pain flares in his side.

There’s movement next to the bed, and then gentle hands are on his face, stroking softly as Carlos breathes through the hurt.

“That’s it,” a quiet voice - TK’s, he realises - says. “You’re okay, I’m here, it’s okay.”

Carlos manages to squint his eyes open again and TK comes into view. He smiles tremulously. “Hi baby.”

“Hey,” Carlos rasps. “What happened?”

TK bites his lip, pulling back slightly. It’s then that Carlos notices his boyfriend is still in his uniform, and he frowns. “TK?”

“You were shot,” TK explains after a long moment, gingerly sinking down onto the edge of the bed. “I don’t know if you remember, but we were the responding crew and we - we almost lost you, Carlos.” He blinks, Carlos’s heart aching as tears slip down TK’s cheeks. He takes a shaky breath, then smiles down at him, a weak and forced thing. “But, you’re okay. We got you back, and according to the doctors, the surgery went well. You’ll be back on your feet in no time, I promise.”

Carlos swallows, a lump in his throat. “I’m sorry.”

TK shakes his head. “You didn’t ask to get shot, Carlos.”

“I’m sorry you were the ones to respond. That can’t have been easy for you.”

“It wasn’t. But…” TK sighs. “I think I prefer it than having to find out later. At least, this way, I got to be by your side the whole time, and I got to see you would be okay with my own eyes.” He grabs Carlos’s hand and lifts it to his lips, closing his eyes. A few more tears escape, and Carlos longs to wipe them away. “Just, please try and refrain from getting hurt again,” TK continues, eyes opening. “I’m not sure if I can take it.”

Carlos sends him an unimpressed look. “Bold words coming from you.”

TK stares at him, affronted, but it only lasts for a brief moment before he’s laughing. It’s a wet sound, filled with emotion, but Carlos thinks it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard. He has no doubt there’ll be plenty more injuries in their future, on both of their parts, but as long as they have each other, Carlos knows that they’ll get through it.

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chilly-me-softly · 3 years ago

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One where Marcus fucks up his r/nship with Y/N , she leaves him and gets in to a car accident , she get amnesia so she doesn't remember Marcus. , he visits her& eventually tells her what happened and she get really hurt by it, later on she regains her memory and it end fluff

Marcus can still hear the door slamming in his head, sitting in that waiting room waiting he doesn't know what for. The guilt is crushing him, he doesn't know how much longer he can go without hearing news of her. He needs to know that she will be okay, because if anything happens to her, he will never forgive himself. And in the meantime, that wait gives him enough time to blame himself again and again; if only he had fought one more minute to keep her home with him or if he hadn't chosen that day to talk to her, everything would have been different.

Relief surges through his body as soon as the doctor lets him know that she is well, but he struggles to realise as the specialist figure continues his speech. He says not to push her too hard, that the hit was quite bad and that they will have to do more tests to make sure there is nothing else to worry about but that the fact that she is awake is already very positive. The memory will come back.

It's certainly not what he wanted to hear but he has to take that news for now. The doctor asks him if he wants to see her and he hesitates for a moment, the realisation that she won't recognise him like a cold shower. During the short walk to her room, the doctor tries to give him some tips on how to behave in such situations and not to generate further panic in the affected person. He has to think of her first, because no matter how bad the relatives or loved ones may feel about the situation, not remembering is absolutely worse. He reminds them not to strain her for any reason whatsoever, not to fill her with information, before leaving him at the door.

Marcus knocks lightly and the girl turns her head towards the door, smiling but it is immediately clear that it is more out of politeness than because she actually knows who he is. Marcus tries not to lose the reassuring smile on his face as he walks in and sits down in the chair next to the bed.

"Some nurses told me there was someone waiting for me"

"It's me" a slight giggle escapes her lips as he runs his sweaty palms over his legs, "I really don't know-"

"Listen-"

"Marcus"

"-Marcus, this is hard for me too. There's no need to pretend. Now I know I don't know what kind of relationship there is between the two of us but the doctor said it could be temporary? So let's not lose hope" Marcus smiles looking at her, the only good thing is that at the moment she can't remember how much he ruined everything between you.

Over the next few days Marcus is always by her side, clearing up the various doubts that plague her and satisfying her desire to know.

"I saw you on TV" she had told him the next day when she woke up, "are you like a famous person?" and so he had told her about his work, absorbing her curious and attentive expression.

Her family was not aware of your fight but they would have preferred to keep her at home with them at least until she recovered from the memory loss. It was she herself who had said she wanted to return to her home once she was discharged from that hospital, to get a taste of her normal life and familiar surroundings.

So Marcus had taken her home when the time came and pampered her as he always had, if not more, earning some playful complaints too. She'd literally gone crazy as soon as she'd seen the dog, Saint had wagged his tail excited to see her again and to be able to smell her again and she certainly hadn't backed down.

Something inside Marcus always tightened every time he stopped to think or saw her bring a hand to her head because she had pushed herself too hard against everyone's advice. He was pretty sure he was still a stranger to her, but day by day she was opening up a little more. He was torn, he wouldn't want her to regain her memory so he wouldn't have to see that hurt expression on her face again but at the same time he would have paid all the gold in the world to have her back with all her memories and anecdotes.

He had decided that as soon as he gathered some courage he would talk to her, tell her everything or at least why she was in such a state. And he would not let her leave that house that time.

He was sorry to spoil her good mood, she had just remembered a totally random fact and had a smile on her face. But if he keeps putting it off she might remember it herself one of those days and it would just be more complicated and difficult.

"Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Sure" she let herself fall into his side without losing her smile and Marcus automatically reached out a hand to her face to caress her cheek gently. They hadn't really talked seriously about their relationship yet, she'd only had a few good moments told to her to try and remember but the more clues thrown her way the more she couldn't so they'd just started living it day by day seeing how things developed.

"I kind of lied to you" Marcus admitted and he could see her figure stiffen, "about our relationship"

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"See" he sighs, "in the last period I... we weren't what we used to be. I had an injury and I spent a lot of time out of the house trying to recover as soon as possible and-" Marcus sighs trying to find the right words to continue, the ones he hadn't been able to find that day and which had led to your argument.

"I lost sight of what our relationship was but at the time I hadn't seen it yet and when you pointed it out I didn't want to admit it and I yelled horrible things at you and..." Marcus smiles bitterly at the memory of that day, "and you stormed out of the house, I couldn't stop you. I should have stopped you"

"Did I have the accident that night?" she checks though she doesn't need to, her breath dying in her throat at the realisation and a slight headache begins to mount inside her.

Marcus nods anyway, his hands shaking slightly and his gaze down to keep from looking at you. His shoulders seem to give way to the weight of the world when he hears her get up from his side and a tear rolls down his cheek when the door to the room she lately sleeps in slams shut.

For the next few days nothing changes, she doesn't speak to Marcus for any reason avoiding him as much as she can; but at least she hasn't run away and his heart is a little lighter. She only thinks back to the thing, to Marcus' words and wants to remember. Marcus didn't go into details, even though it will hurt she wants to understand what was said but she knows he will never reopen the subject. In those days she had come to know him - again - and he is not someone who takes something or someone for granted so easily, his injury must have been serious. And then she wants to understand why she ran away, whether because of his words that night or because of the general situation. She tries so hard that she has a constant headache that shows no sign of letting up.

She dreams a few strange things that night, before settling on something more realistic. She dreams of her and Marcus arguing, she couldn't take it anymore and was poking him to get him to talk. He clearly didn't like that and started yelling that she was unbearable, that she always wanted to get involved in things that weren't about her and that he couldn't stand being with her anymore. Before she could say anything she might regret - since she wanted to help him and not make things worse - she told herself she would take a walk, calm down and talk some sense into him by approaching the subject differently. But that wasn't the case because then headlights dazzled her and she woke up in a pool of sweat. Did she just remember the night of her accident?

She looks around recognising the guest room she was sleeping in and slowly gets out of bed, her feet guiding her towards Marcus who is resting in the middle of the bed. She kneels on the mattress carefully and stares at him, still in disbelief that she had forgotten about him during that time and that he had still gone out of his way to make her feel comfortable. If it hadn't been for the incident, all that would have been resolved that very night because she wasn't exactly furious with him but it was a strange situation and she didn't know how to approach it other than screaming to force herself on him and that problem.

She starts to run a hand through his hair and inevitably he starts to stretch, slowly opening his eyes and blinking a couple of times before realising what's going on. Her eyes moisten and a few tears roll down her cheeks causing Marcus to immediately worry, sitting up and trying to figure out what's going on.

"I remember" she sobs and he immediately pulls her into his arms, letting her vent.

"Oh it's so nice to have my head full" she giggles sitting up on his lap as he wipes away a few tears from her cheeks.

"I'm so sorry (Y/N)" her joke doesn't have the desired effect though because Marcus doesn't laugh, in fact after the initial relief he has a guilty look on his face.

"Marcus no, it's not your fault. It could have happened at any other time"

"But it happened because of me" he keeps retorting.

"Get that look off your face, because I'm about to kiss you. Do you understand me?" he blinks a couple of times before trying to smile.

"There you go. We'll talk about it later okay? But right now I just want to remember how your kisses make me feel"

#thank you anon #marcus rashford #marcus rashford blurb

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the-lady-writes-what · 4 years ago

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24. Enji Todoroki

Theme: Monster hunter

Kinks: Outdoor sex, rope play, voyeurism (if you squint), oral (giving), face fucking, cream pie, slight breeding kink (it’s Enji we’re talking about, come on)

Masterlist

This was supposed to come out on Saturday, but if you read a post I wrote earlier I’m visiting my boyfriend whom I haven’t seen a long while. This one and the next chapter is going to running late, but I plan on catching up with the rest so that everything else will be posted on schedule.

With that being said, ENDEAVOR FUCKERS COME GET YOUR FOOD!

EDIT: 04/26/2021 Idiots really be out here not paying attention to when a character starts giving somebody a blowjob and they start talking. Like you can’t talk with your mouth full. It’s me. I’m idiots.

You had to crane your neck to look at the man. He was taller—no. That wasn't right. He was taller than tall. He was enormous. When you left to answer the door to your cottage, you didn't know what or who you would be expecting. Certainly not this. Hair red as flames, eyes the sea's color after a storm, and a body completely encased in hard muscle. The stranger was clad in leather armor and a wool coat. He wore a grimace that would make babies weep.

"C-Can I help you, sir?"

"Enji, here! Let me through. I can address the situation better than you can!"

Another stranger brushed past the one standing in your doorway. He was blonde, shorter than his partner, and held himself differently than the other.

"Hi, I'm Keigo, and this is my boss, Enji. We heard a rumor that you could help us," said the blonde stranger.

"W-What can I help you with?" You stuttered.

"You see, we were in the area—"

"We hunt monsters," said the enormous one, Enji.

Blood drained from your face. 'Monster hunters'? They hunted monsters—vampires, ghouls, werewolves, succubi and incubi, and, of course, witches. You slowly backed away from the door.

"Relax, we're not here for you. There aren't any complaints or bounties out on you," said Keigo.

"There are only two kinds of witches, dead ones and the ones who haven't lost their humanity." Enji's eyes looked at you up and down. "And you don't appear to be the former."

"What my boss means to say is that you are the kind of witch who helps people. You don't summon ghosts or dig up graves of the recently deceased for their bones, do you?"

You rapidly shook your head. "NO!"

"We were recommended your services from someone in the local village. They said you were an expert in this particular matter," said Keigo.

Without invitation, the pair of hunters crossed the threshold of your door. You ran to the kitchen to put a kettle on the fire. If your guests were going to barge in and make themselves comfortable, you were at least going to make yourself a cup of tea to calm your nerves.

"Twenty miles from here," said Enji, "A trickster spirit has been causing havoc. Farm animals have gone missing and later found strewn on top of barns. Guts missing. Women are getting pregnant at the same time without any one of them committing adultery. Shrines and courthouses have had their doors blocked by piles of manure. They say it's a malevolent spirit brought along by a tradesman. They also say that your protection and banishing spells are the best in the area."

"Well, I don't know about that," you said.

Your palms were getting clammy with sweat. You made three cups of tea and set an antique tray on the coffee table between you. You focused on pouring an even amount in each cup though you could not ignore the pair of eyes lingering on you. You could feel a pair of eyes on your every movement, but you couldn't tell which one was staring. You pushed two cups towards the men and settled yourself down in a cozy armchair, taking your tea with you. You expected the monster hunters to rudely throw your tea over their shoulders or inspect the drink and the cups and the saucers to boot. But they didn't. Keigo and Enji were perfectly comfortable and trusted you enough to drink without suspicion of you trying to kill them or turn them into animals.

"Has anyone seen this creature, because I've never heard anything like it," you said.

"Unfortunately, no," said Enji. He sipped his tea with the air of a gentleman. He certainly didn't look like one because of his size and his leathers, but he pretended to be one as he drank your tea.

"The thing is, trickster spirits usually dismember cattle or get women pregnant, but rarely do both," you said. "So, you might be looking at one trickster and a hustler who's telling the women he knocks up to blame the creature."

"It can't be both?" Asked Keigo.

You shook your head again. "It's either one or the other. Disemboweling cattle and impregnating random mortal women are two different natures. I will eat my broomstick if I turn out to be wrong."

"How soon can you pack?" It was Enji this time.

You furrowed your brows. You glanced over at Keigo, who seemed equally surprised. This hadn't been something they planned together.

"Are you expecting me to go with you?"

"We can't cast spells like you can, and you seem to be more knowledgeable about the subject than us."

"But I—" You started to protest only for Enji to stop you.

"You'll be compensated for your troubles," said Enji.

He fixed you with a piercing look. You swallowed hard and sank into your chair.

"Can I finish my tea first?" You took a sip.

Enji gave you two hours to get things together. You made a pack that should last you a couple of weeks. You didn't know if Enji realized that you had no horse and would have to walk all the way with them. They probably had horses but weren't going to share. By the end of this, you were going to wring as much compensation out of them as you could. You secured all the windows, hid all your valuables in the floorboards, and locked the front door. You heard a pair of horses neighing at your gates and sighed to yourself.

Enji and Keigo were getting ready to hop on. Enji grabbed your bag and handed it off to Keigo, who tied it with his saddlebag. To compensate for his large size, Enji's horse was a Clydesdale, a huge horse with a neatly trimmed mane. Enji held his hand out to you. Confused, you took it. His large hands held unto your waist, and he lifted you unto the saddle without effort. Like you weighed no more than a couple of grapes. Then, Enji sat down in the saddle with you. Your legs dangled off the side rather helplessly. You looked behind Enji's massive shoulder over at Keigo, who looked just as confused as you and shrugged his shoulders. Enji pulled he reigns of his horse and brought it to a trot.

That night, the three of you sat around a fire. Enji stood up and said something about getting extra firewood. You waited until he was outside of earshot.

"What the hell is the deal with your partner? Is he always like this?"

"He is the way that he is because of his past. He used to be a bureaucrat if you can believe it," said Keigo.

"I don't."

"It's the truth whether you believe me or not. Enji spent most of his life kissing ass and licking boots. He pushed his children away because of his politicking. Drove his wife insane. One day, he had to travel to the far east of the kingdom because his king wanted him to, despite his family's protests. Enji went anyway. When he came back, his wife was dead, and his children moved away. He turned to fighting monsters, the kind that killed his wife, to make up for the bullshit he'd done. His kids still don't talk to him, but he makes sure they're doing alright."

You stared at Keigo.

"You asked why he's like that, and I told you. Sorry if it's over-sharing," said Keigo.

Enji returned with a bundle of wood. His back was turned towards you as he rekindled the bonfire. You remembered how his eyes looked at you. What did he see?

Dawn came sooner than you thought. You were on the road again, and by late afternoon you arrived at your destination. The village was smaller than yours and was warier of your abilities. You salted the roof of every building, including the ones that still had dried blood on them from the last time an animal carcass had been dumped. You placed a charm over every door, front and back.

Then, all the hunters had to do was wait.

You lurked behind a stack of barrels and crates as soon as the sun began to set. Enji and Keigo set up shop in the village square. The creature, whatever it was, had no room to go anywhere. With every door bolted and roof blessed with salt, it had nowhere to hide. Night descended slowly as if to give the creature more time to rest or find a new hiding spot. Lights flickered out in every window in the village square; all the others followed suit. You clutched a long knife in your hand.

Out of a barn, it came bursting through wood and hay. It had a long body but very little muscle mass, like a snake with four legs and antlers like a deer driven through moss. Its hiss echoed through the echoed and made the rafters of buildings shudder. You were thrown to the ground by the power of its roar. You fumbled to your knees to get a good look at the creature who'd been terrorizing the poor villagers. At the beast ripped through the barn, salt scattered off the roof and landed on its serpentine body. The thing fell to the ground, twisting and writhing on its back while trying to shake off the salt.

Keigo and Enji rushed over, weapons in hand. Swords glinted like silver fangs in the night's darkness. Though weak, the creature managed to roll unto his feet and charged at them. But Enji and Keigo were faster than that.

Being smaller and younger, Keigo slid around to the creature's side and plunged his sword into its stomach. Or at least the approximate location of where its stomach was located. Its body was so long and thin, it was hard to tell which organs lay where. The monster was about to swerve and turn its jagged teeth on him when Enji's long claymore cut through its neck at the base of the skull. The village square was so quiet that you heard metal plunging deep into flesh and the snap of bone. You watched by moonlight Enji's foot crack open the skull and drive his sword deeper into its neck. The creature squealed like a pig at the slaughterhouse. It clawed and snapped its teeth, but there was no moving. Keigo pulled his sword out and pushed it back in. Eventually, the creature stopped moving.

The following morning, the sleepy village woke to the grotesque smell of demon flesh burning on a pyre. You helped Enji and Keigo erect it in a barren field and set it ablaze with a simple fire spell. Though they hated the smell, they were at least grateful to have the monster disposed of. Now, they just had to worry about one other problem. You looked around at the crowd that gathered to watch the fell beast burn. Although you couldn't tell how many were secretly still within the first month, several women looked pregnant.

"Let me stay a while to find out who's getting these women pregnant. This isn't natural, you told Enji.

"Very well," he said. "I'll have a talk with the mayor about letting us stay in his barn."

"You don't have to stick around. Your job's done here, isn't it? They paid you, right?"

"Would you rather walk twenty miles back to your cottage?" Enji asked.

"N-no," you answered.

"Then, we're staying."

That was that. You tried to coax Enji into leaving. You didn't need protection, and you were okay with walking home. Hell, you could have paid for a horse or even a donkey to ride back since he did give you one-third of the money earned from slaying the creature. Enji heard none of your protests, folded his arms across his massive chest, and looked sternly down at you. You felt dwarfed in his presence. His smoldering eyes were not suited for it, and he was insistent in ways you couldn't believe. Keigo said so himself one evening into your third night at the village.

"He's never been like this before. Are you sure you didn't cast a love spell on him, Miss Hocus Pocus?" Asked Keigo.

"No!" You said vehemently and tossed a balled-up dirty sock at him. "That is highly unethical, to say the least. I would never manipulate someone's emotions like that!"

"Find anything?"

You interviewed every woman who had gotten pregnant. They conceived at almost the exact time. That wouldn't usually be an issue if it was winter or a recent festival had taken place. Neither hadn't. They couldn't blame lousy weather for sequestering them with bored husbands or lovers. The fact that they got pregnant at almost the same time disturbed you the most. A couple had already terminated the pregnancies because of embarrassment, but you didn't blame them. Threw a small wrench in your investigation, though.

You let yourself out of the humble cottage where a woman told her story to you. You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. Enji was waiting for you by the cottage's fence.

"None of the stories match up. Now that they can't blame the monster, they came up with their own lies. Babies don't just magically appear out of nowhere. Someone is getting them pregnant. They're either protecting them or too embarrassed to admit who it is. It certainly isn't any of their husbands and lovers, that I can tell you."

You and Enji walked over to the only tavern in the area. It was the only well-built thing in the village, aside from the mayor's house and the town hall. A few men clapped Enji on the back in gratitude for saving their livestock, but they never noticed you. Both of you took a seat at the bar. Enji paid for your drink since nobody seemed to care that you lent a helping hand with the monster. Enji's drinks were on the house. The beer was a little stale, but not the worst you ever had.

A couple swigs in and Enji started asking you questions.

"Where did you learn your Craft?"

"From my father," you answered.

"Your father? I thought it was passed down maternally?

You slumped in your seat. "It is in some cases. My mother never showed up, and that left my father to raise me by himself. She left the day after she gave birth and never returned. My father is a good man and even better witch." You downed your mug of beer. "Have you ever killed a witch yourself, Enji?" You asked.

Enji looked over at his mug. His eyes became steely and set in stone. They lingered on your neck before traveling up to your eyes.

"Once, but I wouldn't call her a witch. She gave folks like you a bad name. She was an awful hag. Like to turn lost or kidnapped children into swine and sell them at marketplaces where they were taken to slaughterhouses. When she was bored, she disguised herself as a beautiful woman and danced naked around a bonfire. She lured men who would hear her. She slept with them to drain them of their virility. By the time I had gotten there, the village was in misery."

"What did you do to her?" You almost didn't want to know the answer, but there was small comfort in that Enji didn't compare you to an evil hag.

Enji drained his mug in one go. He practically slammed it on the counter. All but two minutes passed before another appeared in his hand. Enji drank half of it before saying anything at all.

"I lay in wait for her after I followed some kids into the woods. They were lured there by one of her magic spells. I kept the kids in a net so they wouldn't go into the house. She tried to kill me with a knife, cut my arms up, but she didn't stand a chance. She hadn't been prepared for a fully grown monster on her doorstep instead of three kids. I took a chain hanging off her rafters and strangled her. I cut out her heart, burned it, and. Then set the rest of the house on fire too. I dragged the kids back to their parents without too much trauma. As far as I'm aware, they haven't had any problems ever since."

You stared into your beer mug, which was about halfway empty by this point. You knocked it back and slammed it on the counter. Enji bought you another. About half an hour into your drinking, Enji left the seat next to yours to take a piss. You stared into your mug again when you felt someone pull up to the bar on the other side of you. He was young, handsome, and wore a broad smile. His sandy-blonde hair was pushed back away from his face in a way that reminded you of Keigo, but his eyes were the wrong color. Blue-colored crystals beamed at you. The color of his eyes was beautiful, but they left you unnerved.

"You're seeing the monster hunter, Enji, right? You're his wife or something?"

"What? No, I'm not his anything. He asked me for help, and I agreed. I was pleasantly compensated. With money." You added sharply in case the young fool tried to twist your words.

"I see," the stranger said. "I thought that someone as pretty as you wouldn't get involved with a man old enough to be your father."

"I don't see how it's any concern of yours, fop," you sniped.

The young man bit his lower lip. You thought you saw his hand disappear into his vest, but you had a couple of drinks in you and couldn't tell for certain.

"Well, well, well. The little white witch has some spunk. Here, I thought you were just a mistress, tagging along because of the old man's jealousy. Now I see that you've got quite the fire in you."

You wanted to gag. It would be a simple task to make him vomit in turn or make him stink of skunk for the rest of his life. Your father always taught you that curses should only be used when absolutely necessary. Unfortunately, being rude and horny didn't qualify as absolutely necessary.

"How bout you ditch the old man and come with me. I have some friends with some good stuff. The best wine you've ever had. What do you say?" The young man continued to pester.

You had just opened your mouth when Enji's hand appeared out of nowhere. The man stood beside you and reached for your mug. He brought it to his lips and drained the last of your beer.

"I think she's outgrown your company," Enji growled. "You should move along."

The stranger reluctantly got out of his seat and walked away. He still wore a small on his face as he did so.

"I think we should head out. I don't think we should meddle in the village's personal affairs. It'll sort itself out eventually," said Enji.

"But—"

"It shouldn't concern you."

You didn't want to leave, but some part of you realized that Enji was right. You had no clues, and none of the women were going to tell you the truth. You didn't live here, so why spend so much time and effort on people weren't really your concern? If they really needed you, they could come and pay for it. Still, you were a little reluctant to pack and leave the villagers and their unsolved mystery behind. You waited by the horses as Enji and Keigo finished some last-minute business with the mayor. What they could be discussing, you could hardly venture to say. When it came time for you all to climb on, Enji handed you over to Keigo instead of helping you unto his Clydesdale. The change was odd, but you didn't overthink it.

A couple hours into the ride, you noticed Enji wiping his brow more than usual. It was a mild day and, for the most part, was covered by the trees from the sun. He didn't glance at you. At sunset, Enji took his horse and pack and traveled a bit further than you all. He set up his own camp where you and Keigo couldn't see him.

"What's he doing? Wouldn't it be better to camp together? That can't be very safe," you said to Keigo.

"He's…feeling a bit under the weather. Doesn't want to spread it to either of us." Keigo's answer would have satisfied anyone else.

"He was perfectly fine all day," you counted. "What could he have caught?"

You stood up and started in the direction where Enji disappeared. Keigo hopped in front of you a moment later. He spread his arms out as if that would be enough to deter you.

"I can't let you do that, Y/N. He told me to keep you safe, so that's what I'm—"

You grabbed a handful of sleeping powder from the satchel hanging on your waist. You usually carried an assortment of these spell powders on you in case of emergencies. While your life wasn't in danger, Keigo was stubborn. You cradled the lavender powder in your hand and blew a puff of air into it. Your hand was aligned with his face to blow the powder into it. Keigo coughed and wheezed for a minute before his eyelids drew closed. Keigo was snoring face down in the dirt in less than two minutes.

You trekked through the woods, snapping every twig along the way. Through the bushes, you spotted a smaller campfire and then a horse tether to an oak tree. Enji stood at the farthest end of his encampment. His back was turned towards you. You tip-toed quietly to avoid startling him. The closer you stepped, the more awkward the scene became. Enji's right arm was shaking with effort while his left hand braced against a tree. He was panting and grunting. But what shocked you was the way he said 'your' name. It didn't take very long for you to figure out what he was doing and why he camped away from you guys.

"Fuck, Y/N."

At first, you thought he noticed you creeping on him from behind. With an animalistic groan and a quiet splatter, you realized that he finished himself off with your name on his tongue. Enji leaned his forehead against the trunk. He moaned as if in pain. He looked down, swore, and started again.

You took a few steps closer.

“Enji?" You called out.

You were within arms' length of him when Enji turned around. His face was red as hair, but not nearly as red as the bulging head of his cock. You blushed immediately and swallowed hard at its size. Enji didn't move his hand, which fisted his cock, but he didn't remove his hand and hide.

"The man put something…in your drink this afternoon. I was coming back when I saw him pour a vial of pink potion in your mug."

You remembered the stranger and how he pressed and prodded. You thought you saw his hand dig into his vest. However, you'd been drinking and couldn't tell for sure. It dawned on you that Enji drank your laced beer before you made a terrible mistake. You shuddered, thinking about what could have happened had you drank it before Enji could get to it.

"You're in pain…because of me. You saved me from getting drugged and raped by a stranger. That love potion…is causing this, just as it's caused all of those pregnancies in the village?"

You watched the beads of sweat roll down Enji's face and neck. Enji nodded.

"You should go back. Keigo will protect you from me. I shouldn't be around you when I'm like this," said Enji.

His eyes flickered to your chest, then he forced them back to your face; they trailed down your neck again. Enji snapped his eyes shut and started to turn around. You grabbed his right arm and sank to your knees.

"You let yourself be drugged to save me. You're in pain. I'm a healer, so," you took a deep breath, "let me help you."

Enji didn't give you a warning before shoving himself into your mouth. Your jaw was already open wide for him, but that didn't keep them from straining with the effort. He was thick as a horse cock, veiny, and reached the back of your throat. Enji held your head between his large hands as he snapped his hips into your mouth. You struggled to breathe through your nose while Enji thoroughly fucked your throat.

He growled like an animal. The sound erupting from his throat almost drowned out the desperate whines coming from yours. You laved your tongue over him and sucked in your cheeks to help things move along. You clawed at his thighs then held unto his hips. They moved faster, snapping into your mouth without hesitation. Enji's vigor was nothing like you seen or felt before. His cock filled your mouth and stretched you open without even trying.

"Brace yourself, Y/N. I'm about to come. Be a good girl and let me come down your throat," Enji growled.

A second later, your face was thrust into his crotch. Your nose brushed against the forest of curly red hair. His balls felt hot against your chin. Last but not least, Enji's cock reached all the way back into your mouth. You could feel him bulging in your throat. Your jaws ached as your mouth swelled up with his cum. The substance leaked out of the corner of your mouth. Enji did not pull out until the rest dripped down the inside of your throat. You were the one to pant like a dog in heat when he finally pulled out.

You gasped when your senses came back to you. Enij's chest was still heaving for breath, and sweat rolled down his exposed skin. His armor was ditched in a pile near his campfire. His gray shirt stuck to his skin where his sweat soaked through. Still protruding from his black trousers was his red cock.

"Shit. This is going to be a lot harder than I thought," you said in all seriousness.

"Wait here."

Enji didn't bother to tuck himself in before walking to his pack. He pulled out a length of rope and carried it back. You tried not to stare at his member as it bobbed freely in his long strides back towards you.

Enji threw the down at the base of the tree. His broad hands took you by the shoulders and pinned your back against it. Next, they went to work on your clothes. Enji snipped the corset laces at your end with a knife on his belt. His hands tore open your shift and skirt to make way for him. Once most of your skin was exposed to him, Enji grabbed your hands, pulled them above your head, and tied them with rope. To one end, you. At the other end, he looped around the nearest branch and fastened a knot there. Your feet could barely touch the ground when he finished.

Your legs were quickly spread and hoisted over his hips. Enji lined himself up to your slit. The angry, blunt head spread open your cunt, lubricated by the juices freely flowing. Enji's hands cupped each of your ass cheeks and squeezed hard as he bottomed out. He felt so much more prominent in your throat than in your cunt, but that didn't feel less substantial. Enji's cock still was hard, thick, and ridged. Your walls fluttered around him.

"You wet for me already?" Enji wiped a bead of sweat from his brow.

He didn't give you a chance to reply before starting. Enji pulled out most of the way until just the tip remained. He pushed all the way in again, balls deep. Repeating the process, Enji thrust faster and harder. You arched your back though your body strained against him and the ropes keeping you off the ground. Your shoulders and arms were going to burn like hell tomorrow, but at the moment, it didn't fucking matter.

Your breasts were smashed against his hard chest. The friction tweaked your nipples into stiff peaks. Enji lowered his face to kiss and bite your neck. Latching onto your shoulder did little to muffle the sound erupting from his throat. He was an animal in heat. Your legs bounced with every thrust of his deep inside your body.

You tried to meet him thrust for thrust, pushing your hips against his. After a while, it was a vain effort. Despite your youth, you couldn't imagine keeping up with him. You quickly gave up and handed Enji the power.

He didn't say much. There were no your cunt feels like it was made for my cock or you take it so well as a bitch in heat. Enji could have said those things and more. He was focused on completing as soon as possible so as not to further harm you. He grunted like a beast but made no effort to verbally degrade you.

When your walls fluttered around him again and squeezed his cock, Enji followed suit. Ropes of cum warmed your lower belly. Then, and only then did Enji speak up.

"Is it wrong for wanting to imagine you fucking swollen with my baby inside you? You're so fucking full of my seed, aren't you, Y/N?"

You could barely nod. The thought shocked you for a moment, and you didn't know if you wanted it. Time would only tell.

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𝑽𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒘𝒂 [02]

⌜Nari is a college student at Seokhye University. One day she got off on the wrong foot with Seonghwa, throws her coffee on him and curses him out. Later that day she signs up for an internship at Hwa Corp. That same day, she learns that the same guy she threw her coffee at, is the CEO of that company. How will things go for Nari if she has a target on her back from that encounter? ⌟ Office AU

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Contains: fluff, angst, smut, alcohol drinking, cursing, and more as the story goes on.

Seonghwa X Fem!reader

Warnings: alcohol consumption and a heated makeout session

Tag list: @seonghwaskitten

Nari felt like she could hibernate after these few weeks. Mr.Park, or his real name Seonghwa which she learned from the workers, has been pushing her to her limits in the past week.

She was working on a PPT and then at the last minute before she had to hand it to him, he made her start all over again, making her want to hit her head on the wall for hours. Her appearance even shows that she was exhausted too.

“Did you just roll out of bed just to come here?” Dani remarked as she laughed at Nari appearance. Nari had very noticeable eye bags, even with makeup on.

“I’m not in the fucking mood Dani” she said as she glared at Dani and sat down at her desk.

“Ooh! A temper I see” Dani said in a snarky tone and then sat down at her desk.

“How many hours of sleep have you been getting, Nari?” Sunji asked as she looked at Nari concerned.

“About an hour or two, but the day he made me redo the ppt, I only got 30 minutes. So I’ve been functioning off coffee” she answered.

“Nari you’ll hurt yourself doing all those things! You looked stress...” Sunji trailed off as she looked and saw Dani glaring at her to be quiet.

“I know that I’ll have to stay up and finish the other things too, plus the stuff I have to do towards school to” she said as yawned sleepily.

“Moon Nari! As your friend I declare that once you get off work, you take a nice long shower to relax and sleep in until you can no more tomorrow! Because me and you are going out somewhere to distress!” Yunho declared as he stood up and that caused everyone to look at him. “And he’s at least nice enough to get us Fridays off.”

“Yunho you know I-“

“Nari we’re going tomorrow, no complaints or excuses!”

Nari laid back into her chair and rubbed her eyes. Taking a nice long shower and sleeping in sounds like heaven right now. She decided it would be best to with Yunho and she mostly can’t say no when he gets like that. She nodded sleepily at home and went back to working at her desk.

She was currently eating lunch and the same guy who made coffee came up and sat down in front of her.

“Are you sleeping okay?” He asked as he looked at her.

“I am” she said, not really wanting to make a conversation right at that moment.

“I can tell that you’re lying. Your eye bags or messy hair doesn’t help” he said. “Oh I’m sorry, my name is Hongjoong.”

Nari looked at him, “it’s fine. I’m Nari.”

“Aren’t you like close friends with Mr.Park?” She asked.

“Yeah I am. I never really see him work anyone as hard as he’s doing to you. Did you happen to piss him off or something?” He asked.

“Yeah, I sort of threw my coffee at home one morning” she admitted.

“You’re that coffee girl he’s always been complaining about?!” He asked shocked as she nodded.

“Yeah, now I wish I could go back in time and stop myself from doing that” she said as continued eating. She heard the clicking of shoes and looked up to see Mr.Park staring down at her coldly.

“Yah intern! I need these copied right now!” He said as he slammed a stack of papers right in front of her.

“Yah Mr.Park! Can she at least finish her lunch first and if she doesn’t have them to you ten minutes after her lunch, you can scold me alright?” Hongjoong suggested ad Mr.Park clenched his jaw and then sighed.

“You better be lucky that Hongjoong saved your ass” he said and then walked away.

“Thank you!” She said with a tired smile.

“You’re welcome and you better eat quickly, because even though we’re friends, he won’t hesitate to scold me harsh.”

It was now the end of the day and Nari, for the first time, she left with the other interns instead of staying over.

“You guys aren’t leaving yet” Mr.Park said as he came out his office. “Ms.Lee hand them the papers.”

“What are these papers for?” Dani asked as she looked at it.

“These papers are what rank you’re in” he said. “I’m also ranking you guys on your time management, workmanship, and how hard you’ve been working.”

“You’re ranking us?” San, a classmate that’s also going for the internship asked

“Of course, that’s how I’ll choose you guys in the end.”

Nari looked down at her paper to see her rank, but was angry at her rank. She was 10th, the last rank. How much time she put in while doing the work she was asked even overdoing it, the nights she stayed up to fix things up for him and other workers, and even staying a few hours over after everyone left. She crumpled the paper which made everyone turn their attention over to her.

“Aw, are you mad that you didn’t get the rank you wanted?” Dani asked in a mocking tone as Nari glared at her and saw the smirk Mr.Park was wearing.

She stormed away, despite hearing Yunho calling after here and made her way back to her apartment.

“How could he do that?! Ordering me around and stressing me out and giving me that last rank?! THE LAST RANK?!” She thought angrily as she walked inside her apartment building.

She followed Yunho’s advice and went inside the shower. The hot water felt so refreshing on her tense muscles, she swore she could fall asleep right then and there.

Once she got out the shower and into her pajamas, she felt relaxed and calm, but that feeling went away once she saw the balled up paper that fell from her coat pocket. She took it and threw it in the trash.

“Fuck you Mr.Park” she said angrily and then got into her bed. After a long time, she was going to get a full nights rest.

Nari was enjoying the amount of sleep she was getting, until her phone kept blowing up. She whined when she had to get up and go get her phone. She saw many text from Yunho

From Yunho [2:46 P.M.]: r u awake yet?

From Yunho [2:48 P.M.]: i see ur actually sleeping in

To Yunho [2:49 P.M.]: yeah i just woke up not to long ago. what do you need?

From Yunho [2:51 P.M.]: we’re going tonight like i planned yesterday.

To Yunho [2:52 P.M.]: like on a date??

From Yunho [2:53 P.M.]: of course not! we’re going to a dance club!

To Yunho [2:55 P.M.]: yunho, you do know I don’t do clubs or dance right?

From Yunho [2:57 P.M.]: well you better be ready at 7 because that’s the time I’m picking you up at.

The conversation soon ended and Nari thought she could spare a few more hours of sleep, she definitely deserves it by how hard she works.

It was now a couple of hours before Yunho came to get Nari. She decided to put on a simple dark red dress, that wasn’t too tight fitting on her. As she finishing getting ready, she saw Yunho’s car outside her apartment.

She grabbed her purse that had all her things that had her information on it just in case she was too drunk to respond to them, or they just find her asleep outside on the convenience store table. That has happened before. She walked outside and got into Yunho’s car.

“Still can’t believe I convinced you to go out” he said as he turned towards her.

“Most likely forced me too” she said as she crossed her arms. “I need it though”

The two soon arrived at a club. Nari could already smell the alcohol from the outside, she knew that the smell would be even stronger when they walk in and she was right. People were already drunk and were drunkily dancing on the dance floor.

“I don’t really want to dance, so I’m just going to sit at the bar” she told Yunho as he nodded.

“Once you’re ready to go, just send me a text or find me” he said and then disappeared on the dance floor.

She sighed and sat on one of the barstools as she looked over everyone getting drunk off their minds. She played with her hands nervously and turned towards the bartender. “Can I just have something random?”

The bartender nodded and went to go make the drink.

“Aah, classic Nari. Always doing this randomly” a voice said beside her. She turned to see her ex, Minhyuck, staring at her.

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be with that girl you cheated on me with?” She asked as she sipped on the drink that was brought to her.

“Come on! It was a misunderstanding” he said as he leaned his body towards her.

“So seeing you deep inside another girl is a misunderstanding?” She asked in a state of shock. “Wow you’re ridiculous!”

He smirked at her. “And besides, I broke up with her.”

Nari watched him down his drink and intrigued on why he broke up with her. Minhyuck wasn’t the type of person to break up with a girl, he most likely cheats on them. “What did she do?”

“She was very distant and I honestly got very bored of her” he said as he swirled his second drink. “And I’ve miss you.”

Nari scoffed and rolled her eyes as she drunk the last of drink. “I haven’t missed you.”

She stared at her empty glass and decided to order another one, but Minhyuck stopped her. “Just put it on my tab.”

The bartender nodded and went back to their job. Nari turned to him. “So I guess you’re a regular here?”

“Yeah and I’m friends with the bartenders here. They owe me for the things I did for them” he said as he drink his new drink.

The two chatted for awhile. Nari hated to admit it, but Minhyuck was great person to conversation with, despite his personality and the things he’s done in the past.

As the minutes go on, Nari felt herself get more intoxicated. She felt Minhyuck hands on her thighs, but she didn’t due to her being intoxicated. He then leaned in and kissed her on the lips and she returned the kiss. If Nari was sober, she would’ve slapped him right then and there. But her drunken state told her to continue. Soon the kiss turned into a heated make out session, Minhyuck’s hand was creeping closer and closer to her core.

She felt dizzy and like she would faint any second, but that didn’t stop Minhyuck from kissing her neck.

“Min...Minhyuck can you please stop. I feel dizzy.” But once when she said that, her vision started getting blurry and she felt someone carry her.

The person who was carrying here suddenly dropped her and soon dropped to the ground right beside her.

“I’m glad I was keeping my eye on you bastard!” The voice said as they punched the person on the ground and then pick Nari up, she soon fainted after that.

Nari then woke up in a different setting that wasn’t her bedroom. She looked up and saw a more fancy bedroom, with a super huge window that showed Seoul. She looked down and saw she was wearing a shirt that was very large on her and saw black sweat pants. She can hear the shower coming from the bathroom and a note on the bedside table.

Take this medicine and eat this granola bar. You can see yourself out.

She took the pain medicine for her hangover and ate the granola bar and walked into the living room. It was bigger than her whole apartment and she made her way to door. It wasn’t hard to find her shoes, since hers were the only female shoes in the pile of men shoes, and walked out the apartment. She mentally told herself to run away if she sees Minhyuck in a place.

She was going to take the rest of the days to find out who that mystery man was and thank him for saving her.

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