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[theosbaby]

birthday princess

stepbro!draco malfoy x fem!reader

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part one ;; off-limits

summary; it's your nineteenth birthday and your stepbrother gives his favorite girl a very special birthday present.

warnings; college!au, innocent!reader, dom!draco, sub!reader, stepcest, SMUT, oral sex (fem receiving), p in v, lots of praising and (shitty) dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it up everybody!)

author's note; english isn't my first language, so you might find mistakes. i'm kinda obsessed with stepbrother!draco lately, so i'm gonna make this a series... hope you like it!

you were back in college, the new semester had just started after christmas break and you were forced to return to your usual rutine; which you didn't want to, because that meant draco and you would have to be apart for months till you both came back home for summer break; drawbacks of going to separate schools, miles away from each other.

today, it was friday, and it was your birthday. your roommate had tried to convince you, very insistently, to go with her to a frat party to celebrate, allegating that "it was supposed to be fun turning nineteen", but you were far too depressed to party, so she ended up going alone; you just missed draco very much. you knew that what you guys had was very wrong, but you couldn't stop thinking about that night in his bedroom. the way he had touched you, the way he had kissed you, the way he had made you feel...

gods, now you were depressed and horny.

a soft knocking on your door brought you back to reality and you sighed, rolling your eyes. you got up from your bed, thinking it was just your roommate again —she tended to forget her keys very frequently. but when you opened the door and saw draco standing there, you almost cried.

"happy birthday, princess," he said with that sultry voice of his that you had missed so much.

he was carrying a huge flowers bouquet on one hand and a white paper bag on the other. he was looking at you with the biggest smile on his face, and you didn't hesitate to throw yourself at him to hug him tightly.

"draco!" you shouted, your voice muted by his flesh as you buried your face on the crook of his neck, inhaling his expensive cologne.

draco chuckled, returning the hug instantly. "missed me that much?" he teased, kissing your temple softly.

"yeah, i did," you muttered as you nodded. you pulled back slightly to look up at him with a cute blush and bright eyes, "can't believe you came all the way here just to see me! you didn't have to..."

"well, i couldn't let my favorite birthday girl spend her day alone now, could i?" draco asked with a smirk, placing another kiss on your forehead that time.

he stepped into your dormroom slowly, picking you up with one arm as if you were nothing to carry you inside. then, he closed the door behind him using his foot.

"i love you."

you smiled big, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a chaste peck on the lips; you couldn't help but blush as you did so.

"i love you more," he whispered against your mouth, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

he then set you down gently, careful not to crush the bouquet between your two bodies; you quickly grabbed it, smelling the fresh scent of the flowers. you did not have a proper vase to put the bouquet in, so you just settled it carefully on top of your desk.

"these are beautiful," you said; the bouquet was made of pink tulips, your favourites.

"i bought you a little present too, wanna open it?" he asked, giving you the white bag.

"yes!" you giggled as you took it and ran excitedly towards your bed.

you sat down on it while draco stared at you adoringly. with shaky hands, you took a little box out of the bag; it was covered in a pretty silver wrapping paper that you quickly ripped open. inside the box, you found a gold necklace with a heart pendant; on the backside of it, it could be read: "draco's little princess".

you smiled big when you saw it. "it's so pretty, i love it!"

"i knew you would." draco smirked, walking over to you and taking the necklace from your hands. he sat behind you on the bed, saying, "let me put it on for you."

he gently pushed your long hair aside to place the necklace around your neck. after that, he leaned in, planting a tender kiss on your soft skin. you turned around to face him, kneeling on the bed while you pushed your hair backwards again to show him how the necklace looked on you, your thin and tiny white singlet doing nothing to cover your body.

"perfect," he breathed out, looking at you with such intensity that it made your heart skip a beat.

his eyes traveled down to your lips as his fingers traced the outline of the pendant resting on your chest. you blushed, averting his gaze, as a smile tugged at the corners of your lips.

"don't look at me like that." you chuckled shyly, covering your flushed face.

"like what?"

he smirked cupping your face to force you to look at him, he was still gazing at you like he wanted to devour you. you swallowed hard as the butterflies in your stomach fluttered about crazily. you let out a breathy sigh, your lips parting slightly.

"like you wanna eat me up..." you answered timidly, your voice was merely above a whisper as you did so.

"you have no idea how much I want to," he admitted, a small growl rumbling from his chest. he brushed his thumb over your full bottom lip, causing you to gasp softly, then he added, "been dying to taste that sweet pussy of yours, princess."

you were a lost for words as his blunt statement made your heart race like crazy, you could feel your face and ears heating up from embarrassment but also from arousal.

"don't be shy, baby," he purred, leaning in closer until his breath fanned across your neck and he peppered your skin with little kisses, "would you let me eat your beautiful pussy? wanna make my girl feel good on her special day..." he asked with a soft voice.

you squirmed and let out a little whimper as you felt his hands moving down to grasp at your creamy thighs, pulling you onto his lap. your head tilted to the side, giving him full access to your neck. all that attention he was giving to your body was making you really wet, your pussy aching to be touched, so you nodded in response.

"yes, princess?" he whispered against your skin, nipping at it gently.

he pulled back slightly to look into your eyes, seeing the need and desire there.

"you want me to eat your pussy? use your words, baby," he questioned again, his voice husky with lust.

"yeah... want you to eat my pussy, dray," you muttered shyly, blushing at the dirty words that came out of your mouth.

"good girl," he praised you.

he gave you a small kiss on the lips before standing up with you in his arms to place you on your back on top of the bed.

"now, spread those beautiful legs wide for me," he commanded, gently caressing the back of your knees.

you obeyed instantly, looking up at him with big innocent eyes. your tiny shorts hiked up, barely covering your skin. he eased himself between your spread thighs, his hands trailing up your legs tenderly in search for the waistband of your pijama bottoms.

his fingers tugged at it to start pulling them down alongside your cotton panties. you lifted your hips to allow him to take off your clothes easily, and both items of clothing got stuck at your left ankle, but you just left them there, too eager to feel his touch to care.

now, you laid completely bare and vulnerable in front of him, your body shivering in anticipation.

"gods, you're so fucking gorgeous," he muttered, his voice low and husky.

he lowered his face to kiss your stomach, trailing hot kisses all the way down to your mound as his hands gripped your hips tightly. you whimpered at his compliment, your hand reaching to grasp at his blonde hair.

"draco, don't tease." you pouted, running your fingers through his soft strands.

"ask nicely," he purred, nipping at your inner thigh playfully, while he groaned in pleasure as you continued to tug on his hair, encouraging him.

"dray, please, need you so bad," you pleaded, your hips jerking forward; your clit was throbbing with need.

"very well, princess," he cooed, kissing his way up your inner thigh towards your sensitive pussy.

his tongue flicked out to tease your little bud before he sucked it into his mouth, groaning against your skin as he tasted you for the first time. you moaned in delight, pulling gently at his hair to push him closer to your cunt. the new sensation made your toes curl; you had never had your pussy eaten, and gods, it felt so fucking good.

"mhmm, you taste so fucking sweet, baby," he hummed against your cunt.

his tongue kept tracing slow circles around your swollen clit before he sucked it into his mouth, causing you to gasp and buck your hips. you cried out so softly, your pretty voice echoing in the silence of your dormroom, while your back arched from the bed.

"love those pretty sounds you make for me, princess," he praised between licks and sucks.

his hands gripped your hips tightly to hold you still as he continued to worship your pussy. you felt one of them sliding up and underneath your singlet to cup one of your breaths. you panted when his fingers toyed with your perky little nipple, that hardened instantly beneath his touch.

"draco," you moaned, grinding your pussy against his face.

"so fucking desperate for your stepbrother, huh?" he teased, "you gonna cum on my face, baby?"

he switched his attention to your other nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers as he continued to eat you out. he lifted his eyes to look at you, his lips curling up into a predatory smile as his tongue flicked against your clit faster now, knowing that you were close.

"yeah," you muttered in response between needy whimpers.

you breathed out, your chest raising and falling rapidly as you felt your pussy clenching and pulsing around nothing; the coil in your belly tightened, announcing your upcoming orgasm.

"come for me, princess," he growled against your pussy before taking your clit into his mouth and sucking hard. you moaned, your hips jerking up as he worked to pull your orgasm from you.

letting out a cry of pleasure, you came on his face while your whole body trembled. you couldn't help but arch your back from the mattress as you gasped for air. the feeling was so good that your vision went blank for a second. when you finally came down from your high, he slowly pulled away.

"that's my good girl," he purred, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

he stood up and helped you remove the last of your clothes before starting to unbutton his own shirt. panting, you reached to unbuckle his belt eagerly while he got rid of his dress shirt. your skin was flushed and your body still flustered from your recent orgasm.

"so impatient," he chuckled, pulling his trousers and boxers down before climbing on top of you.

he grabbed his hard cock to press the tip against your slick pussy, rubbing it teasingly as he leaned down to capture your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. you moaned into the kiss, your hips bucking against him while he teased your clit with his cockhead.

"you want this cock, baby?" he asked, his voice a deep rumble against your lips as he continued to tease you. "want me to fuck you?"

"yes, please..." you answered, wrapping your legs around his hips to urge him.

with a smirk, he thrust forward, burying his cock deep inside you in one swift motion.

"fuck," he groaned, feeling your tight pussy clamp down around him. "you're so fucking tight."

your eyes rolled back at the feeling, his cock obviously too big for your tiny cunt, but somehow he managed to make it fit like he did the first time. he started to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm as he fucked you hard. you gasped out his name with each deep thrust, your nails digging into his back as you tried to get closer to him.

"you like that, huh?" he whispered, "you like your stepbrother's cock stretching your tight little pussy?"

your cunt tightened in response to his words, your face scrunching in pleasure while you nodded, unable to form any coherent sentence. your face was flushed as you heard the creaking from the bed and the filthy wet sounds of his skin slapping against yours.

"look at you, all fucked out on my cock," he growled lowly.

you truly were a sight for sore eyes; you looked so innocent, but at the same time you were taking his dick like a total slut, making him go bloody crazy. he grabbed your legs to pull them up so he could fuck you deeper. you cried out, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as he went balls deep.

"you're such a dirty little thing." his dirty talk was making you so wet that you were dripping onto your bedding.

"oh, draco," you moaned loudly

your hands reached to grasp at your own thighs as he pushed your legs onto your chest; the new angle had your toes curling and your legs shaking. he was holding onto your calves, gently kissing your ankles. his grey eyes glazed with lust as he continued to pound into you, hitting that spot inside you that had you squirming under him.

"fuck, feels so good," he groaned, his teeth nipping at his bottom lip.

you let out a breathy whimper as you clenched around his thick shaft, saying, "i'm so close."

"let go, princess," he commanded sweetly, "cum on my cock."

he gave you one last hard thrust, sending you over the edge. your orgasm crashed down on you and you cried out in pleasure, your body writhing beneath him as your cunt engulfed his dick harshly. his eyes fluttered closed when he felt you pulsing around him, his whole body shuddering while you milked his cock, making him cum inside you with a low groan.

"happy fucking birthday, baby."

fuck you if that hadn't been the happiest birthday of your entire life.

[vampire-rodeo]

Every time I hear about a school near me (USAmerica) banning cellphones in classrooms, my immediate thought is fear for those students there, because what if one day they have a shooting and those students can’t call their mothers? Because legislators are more concerned about technology than guns.

[lycankeyy]

Messy Goth Punks doodle page bc they're in my Brain and they won't Leave

[nonsensegnomes]

kinda crazy song choice for this dirties (2013) trailer i just unearthed...

yt

[spamsandsuch]

self reflection (2) preview

[fourthgem]

my school president prom night live on stage really lived up to its name 💜✨

↳ aka tinngun staring at each other during come closer for @fangirlmedstudentblog ♡ 

[hatchetverse]

Hey….spies are forever fic writers. I love you to death, ok. I sing ur praises to the sky bc i love the work you do.

But some of you need a formatting editor and I’m volunteering. dm me and i’ll send you my email or you can send me a gdocs link.

[let-your-chaos-explode]

Hii can i request a comfort fic abt lady lesso and professor!reader, they're in a relationship and r has really bad cramps and a headache from their period and leo comforts r? Needed this bc I'm on my period rn and the pain omg

Tender Comfort

The way the light was filtering through the broken window of your classroom was easily the straw that broke the camel’s back regarding your outlook on the day. Which didn’t start great, considering you woke up in a puddle of your own blood. And then had to proceed to teach idiot students all morning on an empty stomach because you were too busy cleaning up to make it to breakfast on time. 

And now, the light slanting through the dark classroom contrasted too sharply for your gritty eyes and fueled the headache creeping in from your sharply dropping hormones. The brightness of the rays seemed to glitter against the dust particles floating in the dingy air, giving you the worst aura. 

“Professor Y/N, are you alright?” A young Never student asked from the front of the class. 

You shook your head and tried to blink away the floating squiggly lines that clouded your vision, but the movement only made the migraine flare up your neck. 

“Class dismissed. I want a three page essay on the effectiveness of poisons administered over time on my desk before class next week.” 

As the last student left the class, you allowed the rigidity of your posture to deflate and you melted into a trembling heap on your desk. You swallowed thickly against the bile bubbling in your throat. 

“That bad, huh?” 

You turned your head and cracked open an eye to find your girlfriend leaning casually against the door frame. Her long legs were crossed at the heels and she looked entirely too comfortable lurking in your doorway. 

It was all you could do to simply blink and groan in response. Lady Leonora Lesso sighed and pushed off from the frame, gliding to your desk. She hitched one leg over the corner and half sat on the wood next to your face. You moaned in relief as her cool fingers found the pressure point at the base of your skull. 

“Come on. Let’s get you back to bed.” She whispered, releasing the pressure and allowing blood to flood back to your brain. 

“I can’t, Leo. I have classes all afternoon.” You argued. 

It was your second year teaching here at the School for Good and Evil. And though you had quite settled into a good routine, you still felt the irrational need to prove yourself worthy of your position. It had taken an entire year for you to muster up the courage to ask the infamous Lady Lesso out on a date. She had laughed and told you it was about damn time. She was wondering how long she would have to wait before having to make the first move. 

“Come on.” Leonora urged again, pulling you up from your chair. “Let me take care of you.” 

What kind of monster would you be, to refuse?

Your body gave in and you allowed her to guide you through the halls back to your chambers, a steady hand at your lower back the whole way there. The weight of her palm was grounding, and every now and then her strong fingers would knead at the tight muscles as the cramps angrily flared from low in your abdomen, reaching all the way around to your spine. 

She led you directly to the bathroom upon entrance to your quarters. As you toed off your boots, Leonora began to fill the porcelain tub with steaming hot water. 

“I’ll be back in a bit.” She said as she passed you a towel. 

And she was true to her word. Not long after you had settled into the heat, she re-emerged with a soft knock against the door. 

“I come bearing gifts.” Leonora spoke quietly, opening her palm to reveal two paracetamol and a glass of water.  

You choked back the offerings swiftly, eager for some relief from the pain. 

“I will be covering your afternoon classes.” Leonora murmured into your neck as she kneeled beside you. 

You didn’t have the energy to argue. She conjured a cup and began pouring the hot water over your neck and shoulders. The cascading warmth helped to relieve some of the built up tension you held there. She then moved to your hair. With deft fingers, she pulled the pins holding it in place and let it tumble down. Her long, painted nails scratched at your scalp as her other hand poured water over your hair. A soft whimper escaped your lips as she began to lather shampoo through your locks. New words were needed to describe the feeling in a world where magic already exists. Your whimpers evolved into contented moans as the pain and discomfort faded into pleasure. 

“Let’s get you into bed.” Leonora hummed as she rinsed the last of the soap from your hair. 

“What would it take to get you to join me?” You purred, threading your fingers between hers. 

Her chuckle was low and seductive, even as she pulled away. Leonora turned back and held out the large and fluffy towel. You stood languidly, rising from the water with false confidence but ever so emboldened by the way her eyes followed the droplets as they trailed down your skin. You wrapped the towel around yourself and gratefully took her offered hand. You dried quickly under her watchful gaze and reluctantly dressed in the nightclothes she passed you. 

In a gentleness shown only to you, Leonora tucked you into bed and with a glowing finger, drew the curtains, plunging the room into blessed darkness. 

“Sleep. There will be plenty of time for other, more vigorous activities once you are feeling well.” She said as she dropped a kiss to your forehead. 

You muttered darkly your disagreement but settled easily into the nest of pillows she had arranged for you. Truthfully, you were exhausted. And you wanted to be in peak shape when you were able to show her just how grateful you were to her for taking care of you. 

Your eyes grew heavy in the dark. Unable to resist the call of sleep, you allowed them to close. You would make it up to her later. 

[winnythanawin]

-- Winny & Satang Clips in MSP Fan Meeting in Vietnam (12 November 2023)

[hankuarej]

~~Nataniel Carello x Fem!Reader~~

uwagi: przemoc, child abuse, przekleństwa. !Jest to kolejny bekowy one shot. Nie brać go na poważnie!

Był to kolejny jesienny poranek w liceum Słodki Amoris. Ćwierki ptaszkały, a z drzew opadały już pierwsze kolorowe liście. To pierwszy rok Y/N w tej szkole. Zdążyła poznać wiele sympatycznych ludzi, no i cóż... tych trochę mniej. Dobrym przykładem takich osób byli Nataniel i Iris. Znalazła z nimi wiele wspólnych zainteresowań i tematów do rozmów. Czuła się swobodnie w ich towarzystwie i mogła im zaufać. Często spędzała z nimi przerwy, a z Iris spotykała się po szkole. Za to za Kastielem Y/N niezbyt przepadała, dzięki czemu miała z przewodniczącym tematy do obgadywania. K/W odkąd przyszła do nowej szkoły podziwiała Nataniela. Był odpowiedzialny i bardzo dużo się uczył. Była zdumiona, że potrafił pogodzić dużą ilość nauki z byciem gospodarzem szkoły. Y/N zastanawiała się czy robi to dla własnych ambicji, czy dla kogoś innego...

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Y/N pojawiła się w szkole wcześniej niż reszta. Spacerując po pustych korytarzach lubiła rozmyślać o swoim życiu i o samym liceum. Uspokajało ją to. Czuła wtedy, że ma czas dla siebie i dla swoich myśli, nawet jeśli sama szkoła powodowała u niej stres. Gdy kończyła wąchać nawóz w klubie ogrodniczym wpadła na wysokiego i dobrze zbudowanego chłopaka.

-Heh, widzę że kolejna dziewczyna na mnie leci... nic nowego - powiedział Kastiel ze swoim irytującym uśmieszkiem.

-A weź spierdalaj. Jebie od ciebie fajami i mokrym kundlem - odpowiedziała, szybko się odwracając i zostawiając rudego z niezadowoleniem na twarzy.

Y/N kontynuowała swój poranny spacer. Będąc na początku głównego korytarza, wpadła na pomysł odwiedzenia pokoju gospodarzy szkoły. Spokojnym krokiem podeszła do drzwi pomieszczenia i delikatnie je otworzyła. Jej oczom ukazał się przystojny, uczący się blondyn.

-Cześć Nataniel, nie przeszkadzam?

-Nie, właściwie to powoli zaczynałem się nudzić, siedząc tutaj sam na sam z książką od matematyki - odpowiedział i odsunął krzesło obok niego, dając jej jednocześnie znak, aby na nim usiadła.

Nataniel kończył już przewracać strony podręcznika. Co jakiś czas spoglądał na K/W, upewniając się, czy na pewno się nie nudzi. Zamknął książkę i schował ją do swojego plecaka.

-Rozumiesz wszystko na ten sprawdzian z geometrii? - zapytał.

-Hmm, wydaję mi się, że umiem wszystko co powinnam, a przynajmniej wystarczająco dużo, by zdać, hehe.

Nie odpowiadając nic, Nataniel uśmiechnął się do Y/N. Wiedział dobrze, że była mądrą dziewczyną, a przy okazji krzepką i bardzo ładną. Pomimo dosyć krótkiej znajomości darzył Y/N dużą sympatią. Lubił przebywać wokół niej, mieli podobne charaktery i potrzeby. Dziewczyna była może bardziej żartobliwa i energiczna, co powodowało uśmiech na twarzy Nataniela. Po ścianach liceum rozszedł się odgłos dzwonka na przerwę, co poskutkowało gwarem na korytarzu.

-Zobaczymy się po lekcji, powodzenia na sprawdzianie Nataniel! - powiedziała machając do blondyna.

Na ten gest chłopak odpowiedział jej machnięciem i zamknął za nią drzwi do pokoju.

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Ostatni dzwonek tego dnia rozbrzmiał i wszyscy ruszyli w kierunku swoich szafek. Skierowali się do wyjścia, przez co w szkole znowu nastała cisza. Y/N dotrzymując obietnicy, weszła do pokoju gospodarzy, by odwiedzić Nataniela i pom��c mu w papierkowej robocie. Jak zwykle ujrzała go zmęczonego i pogrążającego się nad nauką. Męczył ją ten widok. Codziennie widziała go przemęczającego się i nie myślącym o niczym innym niż szkoła. Chciała coś z tym zrobić, ale nie znała go na tyle dobrze, by zaoferować mu jakąkolwiek pomoc. Podeszła bliżej do blondyna i zajęła miejsce koło niego.

-Hej Nataniel, na pewno nie chcesz trochę odpocząć? Moim zdaniem za bardzo się przemęczasz.

-Naprawdę nic mi nie jest. Jeśli chcesz to możesz iść do domu - odpowiedział cichym głosem.

-Nie, nie chcę cię tutaj zostawić samego. Martwię się po prostu o ciebie.

-Zadbaj o siebie proszę w takim razie.

-Czy ty robisz to dla siebie, czy dla kogoś?

-To naprawdę nie powinien być twój interes. Wiem, że chcesz pomóc, ale ja potrafię się sobą zająć.

Na te słowa zrobiło się Y/N przykro. Chciała pomóc Natanielowi, a ten oschle ją odrzucił. Zależało jej na nim. Był sympatycznym i dobrym chłopakiem. Nikomu nie życzył źle, a każdy mógł liczyć na jego pomoc. Mogła jednak go zrozumieć przez to, że siedział znowu cały dzień w szkole. Y/N resztę dnia spędziła na obmyślaniu tego jak zachowywał się w stosunku do niej Nataniel. Utwierdziło ją to w przekonaniu, że może czuć coś więcej do blondyna. Nie postanowiła tego tak zostawić.

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Następnym dniem był piątek. Sytuacja z z Y/N i Natanielem nadal pozostawała napięta po ostatniej rozmowie, miała nadzieję na naprawienie tego, w końcu zależało jej na nim. K/W tak jak reszta szkoły skończyła już zajęcia i miała czas na siebie. Często klubowicze o tej porze spędzali czas przy swoich zainteresowaniach. Y/N należała do drużyny koszykówki, więc po wyjściu z sali skierowała się w stronę sali gimnastycznej. O dziwo na nikogo nie wpadła, miała lekką nadzieję, żeby znowu na dziedzińcu potknąć się o tego rudego skurwysynka i znowu mu dogadać. Gdy dotarła na salę przywitała się z innymi członkami klubu. Położyła na chwilę swoje rzeczy i odbierając piłkę od kolegi z klubu, rzuciła ją do kosza. Uśmiechnęła się do niego i pomaszerowała w kierunku szatni. Gdy otwierała już drzwi jej oczom ukazał się... Nataniel?

-A kto to... - zapytał, stojąc odwrócony plecami do dziewczyny.

Y/N nic na to nie odpowiedziała. Stała w progu drzwi i czekała jak na zaproszenie od zająca wielkanocnego. Była czerwona jak pomidor i nie wiedziała co zrobić.

-Możesz proszę wyjść? - zapytał niepewnie, także nie wiedząc co zrobić w tej sytuacji.

K/O wyszła z pomieszczenia na prośbę blondyna. Po dojściu do siebie poukładała wszystkie informacje z tamtej chwili. Zakodowała widok posiniaczonych i poranionych pleców Nataniela. Teraz połączyła kropki. Jej kolega nie uczył się dla siebie, tylko dla swoich rodziców. Ona coś z tym zrobi.

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Wydawało się to niemądre, ale zamierzała zakraść się w nocy do domu Nataniela. Wiedziała gdzie mieszka, w końcu jej przyjaciółka Iris dzięki byciu rudym umiała stalkować. Spojrzała na zegarek, dochodziła 20. Uznała, że to doskonała godzina, by zacząć się szykować. Otworzyła szafę i wyjęła koszulkę z napisem "TEAM NATANIEL". W wygodnym stroju wyszła i skierowała się w kierunku domu blondyna.

Zbliżała się godzina 22. Y/N dochodziła już do końca alejki wypełnionej ogromnymi domami. Zauważyła w końcu adres, do którego miała dotrzeć.

"Ten dom jest naprawdę dobrze zabezpieczony. Nic dziwnego skoro jego mama była modelką i dobrze zarabiała"

Y/N obeszła cały dom w poszukiwaniu możliwego wejścia. Znalazła niewielką szparę między ogrodzeniem. Oczywiście dała radę się przecisnąć, w końcu była taka drobna.

Sama Y/N nie wiedziała dlaczego tam idzie. Co ona miała zrobić nieproszona w domu jego kolegi z klasy? Albo uzna ją za bezbronną kicię, albo za idiotkę. No cóż, taki już był los.

Wzięła ostatni głęboki wdech i zakradła się do domu przez przerwę w ogrodzeniu.

-Y/N? Co ty tu do cholery robisz? - rozległ się znajomy głos.

K/W spojrzała w górę i zobaczyła małą z perspektywy głowę wystającą z okna. Chyba rzeczywiście była głupia, skoro myślała, że jedynie dzięki czarnemu kostiumowi pozostanie niezauważona.

-N-nataniel to ty? - odparła po czasie.

-Tak, baka... - odpowiedział zirytowanym głosem i rozpuścił swój blond warkocz, by Y/N mogła jakoś wejść do środka.

K/O wspięła się bezproblemowo wspięła się po lśniących pasmach jej kolegi. Weszła do jego pokoju i kilka razy rozejrzała się po otoczeniu. Był to dosyć duży pokój jak na jedną osobę. Ściany były koloru śnieżnobiałego, samo pomieszczenie było raczej umeblowane w surowym stylu, jedyne co zdobiło jakkolwiek sypialnię Nataniela to książki i parę małych roślin.

Samego blondyna Y/N nie zastała w zbyt gościnnym stanie. Widać było na jego twarzy silne zmęczenie, a ubrany był w same spodnie od piżamy, przez co widoczne były jego siniaki na plecach. Przez tą sytuację Y/N poczuła się dosyć niekomfortowo i winnie.

-Eh, to ja może pójdę do toalety w międzyczasie - powiedziała, by złamać tę niezręczną ciszę.

-Idź, ale uważaj żeby nikt cię nie zauważył. Pamiętaj, że jesteś tu nieproszona.

Y/N przytaknęła i po cichu wyszła z pokoju.

-Bazinga! - krzyknęła Y/N.

Co takiego wpadło jej do głowy?

-Gdzie jest ten Jajobród... Zejdę na dół.

Y/N ruszyła w kierunku schodów i poszła do kuchni, gdzie paliło się światło. Obok kuchni znajdował się salon, zastała tam Amber. Nie spojrzała się na nią, nawet jej nie usłyszała, ponieważ miała słuchawki na uszach. Natomiast w kuchni znajdował się ich ojciec, Jajobród.

-Ty parówo dęta, chodź tu! - krzyknęła.

Na te słowa mężczyzna wytrzeszczył oczy i zrobił zeza.

-Kim ty jesteś?! Już wiem... Jesteś tą buntowniczką z klasy Nataniela! Nie pozwolę żebyś się z nim zadawała! - odpowiedział, podczas gdy leciała mu ślina wzdłuż brody.

-Dziurawa broda XD.

To była ostatnia wypowiedź Y/N przed obudzeniem prawdziwej siebie. Podwinęła swoje kalesony i pospiesznym krokiem ruszyła do taty Nataniela. Facet był jedynie w bokserkach, przez co miała dostęp do jego wrażliwych miejsc. Najpierw włożyła palec między jego dwa podbródki i zaczęła agresywnie pucować.

-Łełełełełełełe! - krzyknął Jajobród.

-Sklej pozde!

Y/N znudziła się już brodata dziurka, więc złapała tym razem całą jego brodę i rzuciła nim o podłogę. Ą Ę! To były jedyne odgłosy dochodzące z kuchni, ale nie na tyle głośne, żeby reszta rodziny je słyszała. Y/N stwierdziła, że trzeba to zmienić.

-Gdzie masz delme.

-W-w lodówce... Tam - odpowiedział, wskazując palcem.

Y/N wyjęła delmę i jak na parówę dętą przystało, wysmarowała nią jego brodę i przysmażyła ją na patelni. Skwierczała jak nie wiadomo co. Y/N mocno trzymała głowę mężczyzny, by ten nie mógł uciec. Zataczała po patelni kółka jego łbem, tak żeby bródka była dobrze przysmażona. Na koniec dosypała parę przypraw, szczególnie takich ostrych, by jego poraniona broda bolała jak najbardziej.

-Teraz elegancko wszystko przyszczyżone, kreska siedzi.

-Ą! Przestań! - piszczał Jajobród jak Anioł Proch.

Wymęczony ojciec upadł ostatecznie na podłogę nieprzytomny. Jęzor wywaliło mu na wierzch, chyba jeszcze żył.

-Wstawaj, jeszcze nie skończyłam.

-Ą ą ą ą, ok - odpowiedział Jajobród i otworzył oczy, nadal mając język poza jamą ustną.

Y/N podsmażyła jeszcze trochę delmy. Sięgnęła po taśmę dwustronną i nałożyła na nią przygotowaną maź. Nałożyła ją na klatę Jajobrodego, która pokryta była dziewiczymi włosami. Wysoka temperatura substancji ponownie przyprawiła o jęki mężczyznę, co było miodem dla uszu Y/N. Chichrała się w najlepsze, gdy depilowała cycuchy Jajobrodego.

-Dość już proszę... - błagał mężczyzna.

-To ja wyznaczę koniec tej zabawy.

-Ok.

Y/N widziała ostatnie włosy na klatce piersiowej mężczyzny. Był już tak wymęczony, że nie czuł już bólu. Nie dawało to już satysfakcji K/W. Wstała i skierowała się ku wyjściu, nie żegnając się z Natanielem.

-Twoje jaja na brodzie są większe niż te w majtach - powiedziała swoim super fajnym głosem, wychodząc z domu.

[spectrumspace]

Cringetober Day 2: Tsundere

guns are hard to draw orz

[satans-left-cornea]

[nosleep83]

Listening to Soulja Boy and staring into space thinking about how I genuinely thought I wouldn’t come home from school today I ❤️ you America

[chappellrroan]

sometimes ignorance isn't the worst thing

[rosesradio]

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[i-eat-worlds]

🔪👨‍⚕️🧽🪣🔫🧤 for the ask game

thanks for the ask, nonny!

set during Alex’s time undercover with Zorland

cw: medical whump, pain, gun shot injuries, medical abuse/neglect, nausea, needles, narcotic mention, graphic depiction of surgery w/o anesthesia, probable medical inaccuracies

Alex watched the lights of Zorland’s back room as she was unceremoniously dumped onto the cold metal exam table. Her leg was throbbing, icy-hot pain emanating from the bullet burrowed in her thigh. It must’ve been bad, since they’d taken her straight to medical instead of Zorland. The room cleared out, and she waited for the unforgiving touch of the healer’s hands as he strapped her down to the table.

It didn’t come. Instead, someone else she didn’t recognize stepped into the room.

Was this some new test? Zorland poking and prodding further to see if she would break? Only time would tell.

“Did they just fucking leave you here?” They asked incredulously, eyebrows furrowing. There was a tired sigh, and then the sound of a stretching latex.

A face appeared in her vision. “Can you tell me what happened, sweetheart?”

She laid there in silence for a moment, words caught in her throat. Normally, the healer didn’t ask questions.

“Shot. Left thigh,” she said, trying to keep the emotion out of her voice.

“Anywhere else hurt?” They patted their hands down her body, feeling around for other injuries.

She shook her head, resisting the urge to flinch at all the little touches. It would be over soon.

“Great. I’m going to take a look at your leg now, hun.” There was a firm hand on her ankle, and then her pants started to be cut away.

It took everything she had in her to not rip her leg away from the healer’s hands. Just because they weren’t the usual guy didn’t mean they wouldn’t report every whimper and wail back to Zorland.

“Bleeding’s stopped,” they noted in a tone that was almost upbeat. “I’m going to look for an exit wound now.”

Alex grit her teeth as the healer’s hands slid closer to her inner thigh, trying to ignore the deep feeling of wrong that rolled through her gut. They quickly inspected her leg, and she did her best to not inch away.

“I’m gonna start an IV, and then I’ll sort your leg.” The smell of alcohol wipes burned the air. “Any allergies, sweetheart?”

“No.” Not that she knew off, anyway. Still, it was odd that she was even asking. The normal guy rarely gave her anything, with the occasional exception of saline.

“I’ve no controlled, but I’ll do what I can for the pain.” They sunk the needle into the top of her hand.

Pain medication. What a fantasy that was. Zorland, apparently, drew the line at illegally acquiring narcotics.

“I’m also going to give you an antiemetic. My powers tend to make people feel nauseated, so it’ll help.” After the explanation, the healer quickly pushed the meds and moved on.

A blanket was spread across the upper half of Alex’s body. It wasn’t thick, nor was it very soft, but it was something. The back room was always freezing, so it was still appreciated. They let Alex down four ibuprofen, and they also set a bucket by her head, “just in case.”

How nauseous did her powers make people?

There was an awkward lull of activity while the healer prepared for the procedure ahead, setting out their tools, scrubbing their hands, and sliding on a new pair of sterile gloves.

Alex did her best to keep still while the healer worked. For some reason, the lack of restraints was jarring. It wasn’t that she liked them, it just felt wrong for them to not be there. Her wrists felt too light, and the lack of pressure across her hips made it feel like she was going to float away.

The ibuprofen started to kick in, though it barely made a dent. “This is going to hurt, there’s no way around it,” the healer said, almost apologetically. “It’s alright if you scream. If you need a break, just let me know, yeah?” As they spoke, they gently used a sponge to wash the dried blood away, then swiped betadine around the wound.

Alex wasn’t stupid enough to fall for that particular trick. At least the guy was nice enough to give her the rod, but she’d probably be able to pull through without biting her tongue off. Probably.

“I’m going to have to remove the bullet before I can heal you.” They spread a drape over her leg. “It’s going to suck but you’re going to be okay.”

In preparation, she wrapped her hands around the sides of the table, trying to steady her breathing. She’d had worse. She’d had so much worse.

The healer made the first incision, dragging the scalpel along the edges of the wound to widen it. Alex grunted, face twisting in pain as she dug her fingernails into the metal. Two fingers plunged into the wound, scissoring it open.

She just wanted it to stop.

Cold metal forceps dug into the wound, searching for the bullet. Her leg twitched on the table, a useless attempt to throw the healer’s hands o of her. “We’re nearly done,” they said, but Alex couldn’t really hear them.

They pushed further, until they finally stopped. “Got it.” They said, yanking the bullet out of the wound and dropping it on the floor. “All that’s left is to heal it.”

Darkness glimmered in the corners of her vision. It would be all too easy to just let go.

Fire ared in her leg as the healer started to work. “You’re doing great, sweetheart,” they said as Alex’s flesh slowly started to knit itself back together. Bile burned the back of her throat, and she reached for the bucket.

“I gotcha, just a little bit longer,” they said, voice soft. The sentiment was nice, but it was overshadowed by the absolute agony that was tearing through her. Her vision was lled with stars and spots, and she didn’t ght them as they clouded over and pulled her under.

The emptiness was home.

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