#if the requestor of ‘what is it’ happens to see this ty this was SUCH an incredinly challenging & fun fic to write and i truly loved it &

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74 for fanfiction writing asks?

hello & thank you!!! :D 74. do you have a fic you wish got a bit more love? for fics in general, i’m very fond of todays & tomorrows!! this is about an (incredibly charming) obscure children’s picture book called ‘what is it.’ it’s sort of a surreal fairytale about two children exploring a very strange world. it’s intended to be readable even without knowing the source material. anyway i’m definitely not disappointed by the number of people who read it, it was actually more than i expected, but it still only has 29 hits djfkgf. for death note in particular, i’d say mirror box. it’s a beyond birthday horror story with a bit of a puzzle in it!

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[SMUT] TAKE YOU DOWN ✧ Harry Styles

Song Inspo ✧

Words ✧ 1.3k

Warnings ✧ Smut (duh), psych wards, blood, bondage, christian values.

Authors Note ✧ :) This is probably the wildest thing I've written so far. Ty to the requestor.

The sterile linoleum tile buffered against the cold metal cart, filled with sedatives and elixir of all kinds. Three years in the field was enough to weather me down, throwing morals out of the window. If a patient needed to be thrown down- that's exactly what would happen.

Around 2:00 a.m. was when the patients miraculously calmed down and I was able to make the rounds into each psych patients quarters.

Hallways were lined with blood and fluids yet to be cleaned by the custodial staff, each and indication or omen of what lies ahead. This particular ward held the prison transfers.

Rumblings and moaning were common for this particular floor. Most of the people held here had suffered mental breaks due to the stipulations of prison. I couldn't fault them for breaking, as seeing their conditions was enough to make me give up.

I felt disconnected from the metal cart I was pushing as we came to a halt, my body waving with the buffered movement of the cart. The clipboard rattled as it clanged against the metal, pen connected.

Room 304- Styles.

Clear moans of agony ricocheted off the walls behind the solid door. I shiver to think of what I'm willingly walking into, regardless of my experience. Patients have hung themselves, slit themselves, and penetrated every inch of my eyelids when I try to fall asleep. Maybe this would be the patient that made me break.

"Checks"

I boasted, alerting the patient of my entrance as I inconspicuously furthered myself beyond the doorway.

Tied up, laid there bound by the hands and legs. His eyes rolled back as his body resisted against the bed.

The cause of tension was apparent, which grew more as I entered the room. Each desperate thrust in the air acted as a faux release, he wasn't able to get any friction.

"Please-" He gasped as words miraculously released from his tensed body. There wasn't a medicine I could give him to fix this.

"Styles, you're going to need to calm down. I can hear you from the hallway,"

"If these walls could talk," He muttered, still restrained, "They'd say how desperately I need to fuck,"

There was a clear shift in the air as his words rang in my ears. The only angel in my head reminded me of my profession, the schooling and debt that lead me here, and how I cannot sacrifice that for a psych patient.

"Don't worry baby, I'll only bite if you beg," His eyes darkened as I continued to adjust to the low light of the room. A single sliver of moonlight hit his mattress, as the exteriors of the room remained a mystery. With each thrust and moan, he illuminated the picture my mind was developing, where my eyesight lacked.

"Regain yourself before I have security intervene,"

His demeanor simmered down as he continued to thrust with less desperation. The veins traveled along his firm arms and grew in prominence as he gripped against the leather that tied him gown. Each curve and dip of his musculature sent signals from my brain to below.

Each step I took closer, the farther up his gaze traveled upwards. I soon stood close enough to observe the deep pain behind his eyes. Whimpering and resisting, his eyes begged for me to release him, one way or another.

"You know I can't let you free, Harry,"

"Hm-Please, help me release,"

The muffled pleasure in his voice reached me as I began to run my fingers along the map of veins displayed along his flexed arms.

With the quick unclasp, I removed my nurse and security name badge, giving him no chance to incriminate me later. In the grand scheme, whatever I do alone in this room will fail to supersede the crimes that put Harry Styles here in the first place.

My head and back arched upwards, leaning against his bed as I began to contemplate my next move. The gap between our lips began to narrow as we each made steps closer.

"Im on the clock," I said, as my chuckle reverberated off his skin.

"When you should be on my co-"

Swiftly I muffled Harry before his sentence tainted the air. He moaned against my hands, covering his lips.

"Don't make a sound," I tremored as his body began to relax into the mattress.

With the release of my hands from his mouth, I frantically removed my cotton pants. The gliding of the fabric down my legs revealed the sting of the cold hospital air.

To preserve modesty, I kept on my top. I parted Harry's lips gently, forcing my panties into his mouth.

The bed adjusted to my body weight with each creak of the metal frame. He laid, tied up. His back usually arched in anticipation, but my frame held him down. My bare bottoms exposed to the coarse material of his patient uniform.

"I never liked the psych ward pajamas, especially now against my clit,"

My hips made circles on his clothed pelvis as I strattled him on the bed. I felt his legs contract behind me as my grinding quickened. His hardness grew against me, being accentuated by his muffled cries.

A soft tug lowered his pants as I hovered above his groin. Crinkling sheets formed prints as I crawled closer to his face, using two fingers to shove my panties further in his mouth. With the same two fingers I gathered the drool dripping from his lips. Small circles on my clit were lubricated with his warm saliva.

"Feeling released enough Harry?" I mocked and lowered myself back to his pelvis, continuing to pleasure myself.

Furiously he shook his head 'no' as his cock remained untouched. My lips curled in delight at his displeasure. He was completely, and utterly mine.

His cock met my entrance as I strattled his restrained body. Warm fluid escaped between my legs as I adjusted for him. I used my hands to align him with my entrance, as he failed to fit due to his size. My hips lowered more and more to create more room inside me.

A sting pricked my entrance as I finally submerged down to his cock. My knees planted on the surface of the bed, gently bouncing with the rhythmic strains of the bed frame.

His face was hard to read, but the steady grip of his arms against his ties lead me to believe he was getting close to finishing inside me.

"You're coming inside me, whether you like it or not, Styles,"

My back arched as I leaned forward and supported my weight through my hands on the bed. My knees still bend, I continued to bounce on his cock as he whimpered on my panties.

The silence grew, as the only sound to be heard was the continuous wetness of each thrust. I took a deep breath before fully taking his cock inside me. I felt the warm drip inside me as I erected my posture, reverting to having my hands in the air.

The pain of the restraints digging into his skin mix with the pleasure of my tightness began to clash as tears trickled down Harry's face. His neck veins began to pop as his head rolled back, letting out a few growls.

Satisfaction came from watching a mans face as they came inside you, the twitches, rolled eyes, and perspiration creating a moment of fulfillment and bliss. My thrusts continued as I felt his cum dripping down my leg and him become flaccid.

Once again I leaned forward, this time retrieving the panties from his mouth and flinging them across the room.

"Look me in the eyes," I command as I aligned his eyes with mine through the shove of his face with my hand.

I took this moment to reach below, fingering my clit one last time, gathering his cum on my index. My lips part as I take his fluid on my tongue, swirling and savoring each drop.

His eyes drifts to the corner of the room as I attempt to regain his attention. My eyes having adjusted to the darkness of the room register a dull red blink of a light.

"Y/n, what are the security camera guards going to have to say about this?"