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Inventor harry accidentally hurts yn with one of his inventions???

The velvet navy blue sky that was sprinkled in silver celeste dots; patterned themselves across yn's window. She was enjoying the sweet breeze of summer, after dark. Window was cracked a peek, feet were firmly planted on the mattress, as knees were bent to table the laptop Yn was blueprinting her next project on.

Ding! Yn's phone lit up with the message bannered on the lockscreen.

H: Hey babe, come check out my basketball shooter! You're gonna love it 😘

Yn smiled at the little kissy emoji Harry had chosen. He was always affectionate and straightforward with it. Yn grabbed her cell phone and hoodie before wandering out of her house and into the starry night.

"Okay, I'm here....where's the shooter?" yn asked, scanning the room for anything that could be the new invention. Harry's hidden lab was full of what was thought to be nick-nacks and lava lamps, but were actually little inventions that Harry had processed over the years.

"Here it is," Harry snatched the tarp off of a telescope looking thing that stood about 3 feet. "This is the basketball shooter I was telling you about. It can shoot up to 12 feet!" Yn's mind raced as to what would move Harry to build such a 'useless' piece of machinery.

Yn took a step closer, eyebrow tilted higher than the other; pondering the machine's next move. Harry's back, completely turned fiddling with the buttons. "I think it's this on-"

The sharp ball shot out, rocket speed; nicking Yn's eyebrow and blackening her eye while at it. Harry watched in horror as his girlfriend was now holding one half of her face with her matching hand, mouth agape in shock. The nettled shooting pain, percolated itself within seconds, making Yn dodder in whimpers. "I am so sorry Yn," Harry made his way over to his girlfriend, taking her gently out of the lab and into his car.

The bottom of Yn's eyebrow was bleeding and her eye was already mixing itself with black and purple. The discernible wounds echoing on Yn's gentle face, were enough to choke out a few sobs from a guilty Harry.

Yn's face cringed as the nurse injected the numbing medicine for the four stitches she needed to put in. Harry, squeezed Yn's hand; trembling it lightly while staring delicately at the young girl's face with sappy eyes and a quivered small smile. X-rays were taken and showed that Yn suffered no broken bones or concussions. But that wasn't enough for Harry. He needed something more to ease his sorrow guilt....something that would outrageous and arbitrary just to not seethe with compunction.

"All done," The nurse chirped, "You did a great job." Yn gave a small smile before thanking the nurse before she left. Cold silence radiated the room, before Yn gestured she should get home. "Yn," Harry felt out of breath, "Again, I am so so so so so sorry for the accident, I had no idea it was going to shoot out that fas-"

"Harry, it's okay," Yn said with almost a giggle. Maybe a purposeful one to ease the mood. "It was an accident....and besides.....I was in the way anyway. I should never have been that close." Harry scratched behind his head before giving puppy dog eyes.

"You got yourself a pretty big boo-boo there," He shot a chuckle, "I'll kiss it better." Harry cooed in a babyish voice before pressing a sound kiss to Yn's stitches site. The two walked out of the hospital, Yn's head leaning on Harry's shoulder as they drove off to Yn's place.

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Stray Kids Scenarios - Tied Up Tightly ~ Lee Know

Hey there everyone! I’ve created this new blog for Stray Kids stuff, I’m going to be doing maintenance on this account! I’m down to do whatever!

Post Date: 10th April 2022 - 23:10 Content: Smut - Minho x Reader (Y/N) Word Count: 2530  TW?: Razor cut from shaving/ Mention of  blood/ Knife play/ Chains and restriction Summary: Minho was the hot barista who made your coffee in the morning, now he’s tying you up.

I hope you like this first post that I’ve created being inspired by a friend’s obsession with Minho!

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“Next please,” a soft voice calls from behind the counter, you look up and see the barista smiling at you, waiting for you to make an order, “A flat white please?” you ask shyly, his eyes glistening under the warm lights. He smirks and takes your name, scoffing to himself as he goes to make your drink as you process the payment. 

Sliding the drink on the counter, his lips curl as you catch him looking at you, “For Y/N, please”. You blush as you accidently contact him from trying to grab your drink, “Have a nice day.” He winks at you before rolling his eyes at the queue of customers coming through the door but flashes you a quick smile as you walk off. 

You couldn’t help but ring your best friend as soon as you were a safe distance away from the coffee shop, “Bestie, you never guess what.... A cute guy winked at me at the coffee shop... Yes!” You couldn’t hold your excitement as you gossed with your best friend about this guy, and you found yourself struggling to stay away from the coffee shop when you passed. 

Every time, on the way to work, you’d give into the urge to go in to get a coffee, just to see him. So often, he practically knows your face and what you drink by the time you open the door, “Back again?” he raises an eyebrow at you, “Yeah, got to get my coffee fix, I guess.” You blushed as you waited for him to finish making your drink. Your regular visits meant that you got to converse with him on a regular basis, and by god was he your type, which made it harder to resist going in. He’s tall he’s cute, cheeky, sarcastic, and a book nerd, like yourself. 

As you grab your drink off him, he directs his eyes down at your lid of your drink, smirking once again, the writing on the lid read, ‘Text me, cutie ;) 011233432342′. Your heart is now in your throat, you try to keep your cool as you smile at him and thank him for the drink. You absolutely lost your shit when you got in your car, he thinks you’re cute too!? This one was one for the books, you take a photo of the lid and make it your wallpaper. 

- Time Skip - 

It’s been 4 years, and you never changed your wallpaper from that picture, but your lockscreen is now of the both of you, cuddling up on the sofa, him smiling sweetly as you looked at him. You got the boy that every girl in the coffee shop cried over, he was the cute barista, and you got him. 

He teases you every day about how shy you were when he first met you but was very sweet when he reminded you that he thought about you constantly when you’d show your face, and miss it when you’d walk away. Now he gets to look at his almost every day. 

- Present Day -

“Y/N-ah~!!!” Minho shouts from the kitchen, in the middle of trying to shave your leg, you accidentally nick yourself from jumping at his sudden shouting, what was wrong? Wrapped in your towel, you scuttlle to the kitchen, trying to keep pressure on the little scratch.

“What is it?, what’s wrong?” you cry as you get to the kitchen, he’s standing there with a try of cookies, with a huge grin on his face, as he loves his food. But that smile turns into a look of worry as he drops his cookies onto the counter and runs to you after seeing a bit of blood run down your legs, “What happened to you?”, “I nicked myself when shaving, hearing you shout, I thought something was wrong!” you exclaimed, as you sigh, stopping to clean yourself. He passes you a plaster, kissing your forehead, “Something was wrong!” he whines, trying to hold off a smirk, you look up at him and side eye him, “You haven’t tried my cookies yet!”. You slap him lightly on the shoulder as he bursts into laughter, pulling you in for a hug. 

Realising you’re just in a towel, the biggest grin appears on his face as he tries to slowly remove it from around you, but you grasp it tight to hold it in place, “After that, no, you don’t get to see me naked”, you put your foot down with him, pulling away, seeing him bite his lip, “Don’t even think about it, Minho, don’t”. He pulls a face at you calling him by his name, and not by one of his nicknames, which slowly turns into licking his lips, arms crossed as he tries to picture what’s underneath that towel despite seeing your body more times than you can count on your hands.

“Fine.” He growls, you smile as you make an abrupt turn towards the door, but got stopped in your tracks just before you could pass through the door frame. “Just like the flat white girl, you look great walking away,” he says cheekily, his footsteps getting closer to you, his hands working their way around your neck, pulling you back towards him, hand on your throat and his other hand pulling at your hips. “This time, I can stop you walking away”, he growls into your ears, as you felt his member grow hard against your lower back. The hand from your hip makes its way up to your shoulders, pushing your hair to the one side as he pulled you back again. Shivers vibrate down your spine as he places his lips right on the sensitive spot on your neck.

“Bedroom, now.” he orders. You obey, his actions have now made you unable to resist him, similar to how you couldn’t resist to see him working back years ago. 

Just about making it to the bedroom, before he grabs you, turning you around, ripping the towel off of you before picking you up. You wrap your legs tight around his torso as his lips crash against yours, he initiates tongue. The make out was enough to make you crazy for him, but you underestimated what he had in stall for you. 

He carries you towards the bed, carefully placing you down whilst still making out with you, your legs still tight around him. He pulls away from the kiss, smirking as you as you try to catch your breath, but it gets taken away by him kissing your neck instead again, this time, rougher, wetter and marking his territory as he lowers from the neck, down to your collar bone, down your stomach and makes his way down to your warm, soaking heat. You hear him scoff as he looks at you glistening, but you slam your thighs shut from embarrassment but he pulls them apart, “Don’t hide from me baby girl, no need to get embarrassed over the fact that I made you wet from just kissing you” he mocked. You whine at his mockery, making him look at you with very little pitty, as he licked his lips, rubbing his hard member through his pj bottoms, which was very prominent. 

Strutting over to the chest of drawers, he picks out the baby pink rope, chains and gag that he’s hidden from you for an occasion like this. “Legs up!” He snarls, as he pulls your hands towards your now in the air feet. Using the rope to tie them together, ensuring that you will not be able to escape without his assistance. Placing the gag around your head and into your mouth so you couldn’t interrupt him.

“Fuck, you look so pretty tied up, I could use you however... I... fucking... please,” He whispers, dropping to his knees at the end of the bed, pulling you towards him so your heat was right underneath him, his hot breath blew over your heat, as you whined, but it being muffled by the gag. He kisses your thighs, wrapping his arms around them, places his hands on the top of your thigh to hold you in place as he starts slowly licking your clit. Using circling motions which make your walls twitch under each brush of his tongue. The sound of your muffed moans made him so madly obsessed with the way he was treating you. He tongue fucks you until your legs shake underneath him, but he doesn’t stop just there, after making cum already, he slides in a finger... then a second. He curls them up as he’s still brushing your clit with his tongue frantically, his fingering paces through phases, until you start making the most noise at his steady but quicker pace. He keeps curling his fingers and sucking on your clip until your walls tighten around his fingers. He pulls out and away as a wave of liquid sprays from you. Pleased, with himself, he kisses you softly in the area, licking to clean you up. 

He stands tall a the end of the bed, looking down at you, in a shaking mess, in a shaking mess. He removed the gag, and leans in to kiss you before forcing it back on you. However, he takes off the rope from around you. Orders you to turn around, “Ass in the air, face in the bed, arch your back, my little slut!”. Hearing the clacking of the chains, he locks some around your neck, and connects it to the hands he ties behind your back, with enough of it to keep hold of. 

The soft thud of his pj bottoms and boxers hitting the floor, makes you worried but yet so excited for what was about to come for you. He positions himself behind you, the tip of his member teasing at your entrance, however he enjoyed the moisture that he’s created down there for his member to slip in so easily. He tries to resist going straight in but he loses his patience with himself. With a hard thrust, he fucks you deeply, a scream tries to leave your body but is muted once again. Something in him click and he pulls on the chains, pulling your head and hands back, so you could lift your head up. Without caution, he pulls of the gag and pushes your head back into the bed, “Call my name baby girl, call my fucking name while I fuck you deeply.” You cried and screamed his name whilst he pounded you, using the chain as a support system to pull on you, “Fuck!.... Daddy!!”. The sound of you crying his name, made him loudly growl and snarl, he continues to fuck the shit out of you, “Fuck, daddy! I think I’m going to.... cum!” you cried even more as he kept hitting the right spots, and the fact you were restricted fucked with you even more, “Not yet, princess, you’ll come when I want you to!”.

He stops you from reaching your high when he feels the consistent tightness of your walls around his throbbing cock. As he pulls out, you cry out loud, begging him to put it back in but he snaps at you to shut up before he makes you shut up. However, you took this as a challenge, “Fuck you,” you whsipered. His head snaps to look at you in front of him. He pulls hard on the chains, jerking you to sit up back on your heels. “What the fuck did you just say?” He has a tight grip around your throat as he bites your lobe and your neck. His other hand pulling tight on your hair. He had another suprise for you, you felt as sharp scratch across your collar bone, as he softly glides his knife that he grabbed secretly from the chest of drawers. Then pointing it against your throat as he’s still got a grip on your hair. “I said, fuck... you...” you moaned, trying to stop yourself from crying from the pleasurable pain he inflicted. He pushes you back down so your face is back in the sheets. He glides the knife down your back. 

“Are you going to behave?” He asks with authority, you wanted him, and him to fuck you like the slut you are, to make you scream his name. You begged for him to fuck you and you promised you’ll be a good girl. He scoffs as he thrusts back into you hard, not giving you time to re-adjust to the size of his cock. Within moments the knot in your stomach became stronger and bigger, “Daddy... please...”, “Can you come?” he growled, as he smirks, finally wanting give you release, but he wasn’t going to let you recover. His hips clap hard against your ass cheeks as he slaps them hard, then grabbing your hips with a tight grip, pulling you into his trusts, the pressure causing you to break under him as you come to your high. His hard cock, still crashing against your g-spot, overstimulating you through your high until you bed for him to stop, “Awh, baby girl. Has my little slut had enough?” He laughs as he pulls out of you, his cock throbbing and twitching as he does so. 

He unclips all of the chains off your body, giving you a moment to come together before ordering you to get on your knees in front of him. 

You weakly drop to your knees. tears running down your face from the pleasure you’ve received, the scratches on your collarbone prominent, making him look down at you all love lusted. You didn’t have to be ordered to get your mouth around his now leaking, throbbing cock, he’s been itching for this since he pulled out of you. “How do you taste, whore?” He asks, through moans, as you answer through breaths, “Good, Daddy...”. He grabs the back of your head, tells you to let you and open your mouth. He head fucks you until you gag hard, but he’s now so close. He pulls your head away with a fistful of your hair, jerking his member off, “Tongue out, I’m going... to...” As he groans, he releases his load all over your face, tits and tongue. You clean his member off, as you sit there smiling at him as he slowly lowers his head to look at you. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he exclaims as a smirk makes its way onto his face. “Here, let me help clean you up”. 

He softly helps clean you up whilst that smirk is plastered on his face, “What are you smirking at?” you ask, laughing and rolling your eyes, “I never thought that the shy flat white girl would ever be this hot girlfriend of mine that’s standing in front of me...” he says softly. “But let’s admit it, I’m hotter” he teases. You give him a kiss as he passes you his shirt. 

“What season are we on for My Hero Academia now?” He asks, putting his clothes back on and you giggle. He picks you up and carries you to the living room after making you so weak. 

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black friday

Maybe it was missing his family on Thanksgiving.

 The Kovali held a party, and while he was there he’d been able to forget what he was missing, but it wasn’t the same—not when Dakota wasn’t there to turn on the Macy’s Day parade because she loved to see the balloons, or when the kids (even though they weren’t kids anymore) didn’t get sent outside to burn off energy while the turkey was in the oven, or when they didn’t pile into one of the ranch trucks to drive out and cut a Christmas tree.  Molly facetimed later that day, right before they sat down for dinner in Montana, but it wasn’t the same.

 Maybe it was the fact that, despite the pauses and delays of scant cell service on Molly’s end, he could see Jimmy’s parents there.  The O’Carroll family was small, so they’d always come over, the adults gathered at one end of the table and the “kids”—no matter how old—at the other.  So it was nothing new—but before, Jimmy’d been there. Emmett had been there.  And now they were missing, for different reasons.

 And maybe that was why Emmett dreamed about the war again.  Because it had split his life into before and after, and no matter how many times he’d replayed it in his dreams he kept seeing the truck explode.  Kept seeing Jimmy die again

 and again

 and again.

 And that was why Emmett spent Black Friday drinking.

 He hadn’t planned it like that.  It’d started like normal, waking up with a shower to wash off the cold sweat, a glass of whiskey to try to chase away the memories.  A walk for Janey.  A beer with lunch to take the edge off.  And when it didn’t, he’d gone to Farley’s, thinking he’d only be there a few hours.

 But Dave was there, his wife having ditched him for shopping, and then Matt came in, and Aaron, and they played pool, and shot the breeze, and Anna and Dylan came in for the Cincinnati vs. Memphis game and got them all into watching (as long as they promised to root for Memphis), and then of course they had to celebrate when Memphis won, and then Matt’s girlfriend showed up with a bunch of her friends, and Emmett wasn’t quite sure if the girl he’d gone home with was one of those friends or just somebody else who’d happened to be there.  He wasn’t quite sure what her name was, either—honestly, at that point he wasn’t sure he even remembered his own name.  He didn’t remember much of anything, except that when they’d left Farley’s it’d been dark out, and that had surprised him. He hadn’t thought they’d been there that long.

 And he hadn’t planned on spending all night with a stranger.  But when he finally woke up and checked the time—11:41 Saturday morning, his battery on 2%--Janey’s grinning face lit up his lockscreen.

 SHIT.

 Tripping around the half-darkened room, collecting his clothes with his head pounding and mouth dry, he left without waking the girl up, stumbling into the blinding daylight and too-loud city noise of a Chicago hangover.

 He didn’t know where his truck was—outside Farley’s, probably with a ticket on the windshield, or maybe towed already.  Hell, he didn’t even know where he was, but he caught a taxi before making it to the corner to read the street signs.  He’d been gone almost 24 hours—poor Janey would be ready to burst.

 And she was, running out the door as soon as he opened it and doing her business without pausing to chase the cat who’d been perched on the railing or inspect the split trash bag someone hadn’t bothered to throw in the dumpster.  “Sorry, kid,” Emmett told her, scratching her ears once she’d come back to him.  He hadn’t made it farther than the stairway.  “You have a crazy night too?”

 But when they got back inside, he realized that she’d had a hungry night, and a thirsty one.  She’d been clawing at the cabinet where he kept her food—he couldn’t fault her for that—and her water bowl stood nearly empty, and a pang of guilt ran deeper than his headache.  Shit.

 “Sorry,” he told her again, scooping a generous portion of kibble into her dish and filling her water while she wolfed it down.  “I didn’t mean to…I thought I was comin’ back.”  He’d thought he was going to be back so much sooner.  He’d thought he was going to take care of her.  He’d thought he was going to be okay.

 But when he went to crash on his bed, offering a “C’mon, bud” and figuring she’d be happy to jump up and flop next to him—she didn’t come.

 “Janey?”

 She was still in the kitchen, watching him with an expression he couldn’t place.  “Janey,” he said again, “here, girl.”

 But she still didn’t come, and when he finally ordered her because he couldn’t figure out what else to do, she crouched low to the ground, slinking toward him like she hadn’t done since the first day he’d brought her home, when she’d been brand-new and not sure whether to trust him.

 And Emmett felt like shit, but he got up again, sitting on the edge of the bed to call her over—and then he saw that she’d had an accident on the floor in the corner, and she looked so damn guilty about it, like it was her fault when the fault was all his, and his heart broke.

 “Jane,” he said, and was crying, and she was at his side, whining and licking his face like he was the one who needed comfort, and she was more than he’d ever deserve. “Janey—I’m sorry—I’m so sorry, baby—”

 She wormed her way into his lap, all sixty pounds of her, and whined in his ear and pawed at his arms and let him cry in her neck, and he gave her a hundred apologies she couldn’t understand and forgot about his hangover because he’d been out drinking while she was here, alone, hungry and guilty and trying her best and not knowing it wasn’t her fault—

 It was his fault.  It was his, and he knew it, and for the first time he couldn’t try to deny that something needed to change.

 “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, “I won’t leave ya again—promise—”

And he didn’t deserve it, but she stayed with him, steadfast and loyal and dependable, like he should have been, like he wanted to be.

 Like he wished he’d been for Jimmy.

 “C’mon,” he said finally, crawling back into bed.  He’d clean up after her later—he had lots of cleaning up to do.  Starting with his own mind.

 So, as Janey stretched out alongside him, thumping her tail against his knee and breathing dog breath against his face, he dug his phone from his pocket—1% battery.  Caught in the nick of time.

 [text: Doc] You know what you said in the ER?

 Emmett had come in a few weeks before with a boxer’s fracture—maybe unsurprising on its own, but it’d been 3 a.m. on a weeknight.  And although he hadn’t told Roe why he’d punched a wall—hadn’t told him about the dreams, and the panic attacks, and the rage at how helpless he felt—Roe had known something was going on.  And Emmett hadn’t listened, then.

 But he needed to, now. For Janey’s sake, if not his own.

 [text: Doc] You got some of those numbers?

 His phone died seconds after he’d sent the text, and he fished around for the charger, plugging it in and turning it on silent.  He’d check later, after a nap, maybe.  Janey would wake him up.

 Running his hand over her skull—the same hand she’d bitten when he’d rescued her, the same hand he’d broken—he closed his eyes, settling in despite how much she smelled like a dog. She needed a bath, at some point. One more thing to clean up.

 “You and me, kid,” he mumbled.  “We’re gonna figure this shit out.”  

 He sighed; she licked his hand.  

 “Promise.”

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