#trying to talk to patients after an OR covered in blood

[xoxorory]

The Son of the Sea vs. the Common Cold !

POV: Fem!Reader

Pairing: Sick!Percy Jackson x fem!reader

Genre: Romance, humor, tension, flirting, +18 (suggestive comments), established relationship, fluff

Taglist🏷️ : @shootingstargirl2001 , @simpingmyassoff (if you want to be added,comment down below!)

Camp Half-Blood – Poseidon Cabin – 08:12 a.m.

I love Percy Jackson madly. With the intensity of a storm, the sweetness of summer, and the kind of patience you only reserve for children of the gods.

But this man is the most unbearable patient on the planet.

“I don’t need medicine. I’m the son of the sea god. I can breathe underwater, survive kraken attacks and—”

“And yet you’re sweating like you were run over by a hippogriff,” I cut in, arms crossed as I stand in the doorway.

Percy is tangled in a mess of blankets like some feverish burrito. His hair’s a wreck, his nose is red, and his eyes are way more watery than usual. He looks miserable. He looks adorable. And he looks absolutely useless.

“I’m not that bad,” he croaks, then sneezes so hard it startles a fish in the bowl across the room.

“Of course not, Jackson. You look ready to lead a war. What’s next? Rainbow vomit?”

He gives me a weak but defiant look—and sneezes again.

I sigh. Walk toward him with a cup of tea and a bottle of medicine.

“Drink this. Take two spoonfuls of this. And if you try to sneak off to train, I swear I’ll tell Annabeth to chain you down with grammar rules.”

“That’s torture,” he grumbles.

“Welcome to the mortal world, my sniffling sea slug.”

09:00 a.m. – The Fever Hits

After arguing with me for twenty minutes, Percy finally gives in and takes the medicine. And then… he collapses. Literally. He lies down, pulls the covers over his ears, and starts murmuring things that make zero sense.

“Babe… the… wave… spoke to me.”

“What did it say?”

“That you’re beautiful.”

I smile, sitting at the edge of his bed.

“Are you sure it wasn’t the fever talking?”

“Maybe. But it’s still true.”

I lean over to run my fingers across his forehead, where the heat is pulsing. He’s burning up.

And yet, he manages to open one eye and say:

“Don’t stop touching me. Your hands are cold. And soft. And magical.”

“I’m literally wiping you down with a wet cloth, Jackson. Calm your libido.”

“Impossible. You’re wearing that blue top that fits you just right. I’m defenseless.”

I sigh… and stroke his hair. It’s soft, tangled with sweat, and still smells like ocean. Even sick, Percy Jackson is so unapologetically him that it makes me want to laugh and cry at the same time.

10:00 a.m. – The Nurse (with Zero Patience)

I try to let him sleep. I turn off the lamp. Change the damp cloth. Sit quietly in a chair and start reading. But every five minutes…

“Babe…”

“Yes?”

“I’m cold.”

I fix the blanket.

Two minutes later:

“Princess…”

“What now, Percy?”

“Now I’m hot.”

“You’re worse than a hormonal nightmare.”

“But you love me like this.”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

11:00 a.m. – Philosophical Percy

The fever’s messing with his brain. He’s in romantic philosopher mode now.

“Did you know there are creatures deep in the ocean that have never seen the light?”

“I know. You’re one of them right now.”

“Babe.”

“What?”

“If I die, tell my mom I was brave.”

“You have a cold, not a curse from Hades.”

“Still. And tell Annabeth I’m sorry about the dictionary I accidentally destroyed.”

“Percy…”

“And tell Grover he can have my coral collection.”

“I swear, if you don’t stop being dramatic, I’m shoving the medicine down your throat with a funnel.”

He grins, satisfied.

“Sorry ma.”

12:00 p.m. – The Sweet Part

After all the drama, Percy finally falls asleep. For real this time. His forehead’s less hot, and his breathing is steady. I lie down next to him, just for a bit, careful not to wake him.

My hand brushes against his.

And without opening his eyes, he murmurs:

“Thanks for taking care of me.”

“I always will, Jackson.”

“Even if I turn into a fish?”

“Especially if you turn into a fish. I’ll put a tank in my cabin.”

He chuckles softly. And then falls asleep again.

2:00 p.m. – Lunchtime…

When I get up to go grab him some food, I bump into Tyson at the door.

“My little brother okay?” he asks.

“Fever. Snot. Dramatic delirium. The usual.”

Tyson nods solemnly.

“You give him soup?”

“On my way.”

“Put little pieces of octopus in it. He likes that.”

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.”

3:00 p.m. – Recovery with a Spoonful of Tenderness

I bring him soup. Percy doesn’t want to eat. Says he’s too weak.

So… I feed him myself.

“This is humiliating,” he whispers as I lift the spoon to his lips.

“This is adorable. Shut up and chew.”

He chews. And smiles.

“You know, I imagined being sick and you taking care of me, but in my fantasy, you were wearing a nurse uniform.”

“Stop talking with your mouth full,it’s disgusting.”

“Yes,ma’am.”

4:00 p.m. – A Bit Better… and Still Hot

He can walk now. Barely, but it counts. He gets in the shower while I tidy up the bed.

And when he walks out, hair dripping, towel slung around his waist, leaning against the doorframe, he gives me that crooked smile.

“So taking care of me turns you into a mama hen?” he asks, voice raspy but teasing.

I give him a once-over. He’s dark-eyed, unkempt, flushed from the fever.

And still…

“Gods. You’re the sexiest sick man I’ve ever seen.”

“Knew it.”

“And yet, you’re not kissing me until you’re virus-free, Jackson.”

He groans. Literally moans like I stabbed his soul.

“That’s cruel. You’re cruel,ma.”

“And you’re contagious. Back off, germ incubator.”

6:00 p.m. – Fevered Confessions

He’s better now. Enough to joke again. But when he settles back in bed and looks at me with that rare kind of seriousness he hides behind humor, he takes my hand and says:

“Thank you.”

“For the soup?”

“For existing.”

I freeze. Stare at him.

“Percy…”

“You have no idea what you do to me. How you make me want to get better faster just so I can keep making you laugh.”

“You do things for me too, you know?”

“Like what?”

“Like looking at me like I’m art. Like loving even the broken parts I try to hide.”

He smiles. Slow. Beautiful.

“You’re my medicine.”

“And you’re my favorite chaos.”

[words-4u]

healing hands - f.l

pairing: frank langdon x nurse f!reader

wc: 1.2k

a/n: a lil rusty after a year and a half of not writing so forgive me but i am so pitt-pilled. love this show soooo much

the PTMC is sometimes one of the best places to be. every shift is full with fresh faces and most often than not, people getting a new lease on life with life saving/changing surgeries but other times, like today, it's the last place you and your fellow practitioners want to be... and yet you push through.

"okay jason, you're gonna feel some pain but it will be over before you know it," you say to the patient sitting across from you. it's an easy case, a late twenty something came in with serious shoulder pain. you were able to diagnose it off of first glance.

"what like now, here?" the look on his face made you smile. "trust me you'll be fine."

you scoot over on a stool with wheels.

"got a girlfriend, jason? boyfriend?" you ask as you take the affected arm, putting it on your shoulder.

"single but dating in pittsburgh is hell," he winces.

"on any apps?"

"tried tinder but i'm-- AAAHH," he yells out. you pushed down on his arm and realigned into his socket. his eyes almost fall out of his head when he whips his head over to you.

you try to mask a smile.

"hurts less when you don't expect it," you say apologetically.

as you take off your gloves robby walks over. "y/n, need. any help?"

"nope, just a shoulder dislocated which i just corrected. jason here just needs a brace and some ibuprofen for the pain," you say with a smile.

"good, can i talk to you for a second?" robby motions his head over to an empty hallway.

"of course," you say. "hey, princess, can you finish this off? just a brace and ibuprofen."

"got it!" princess says, continuing where you left off.

you walk off with robby. he stops you placing his finders on your elbow.

"how are you?" he asks, more sincerely tis time.

"good as i can be. what's up?" you notice his small smile turn into an uncomfortable look.

"robby, what's going?"

"listen, i know i'm not supposed to know about you and frank but he needs you right now," he says in a low tone.

"i- okay," you manage to say. how else do you respond to your boss saying he knows about your secret, clearly no-so-secret, workplace romance. "um... langdon, w-where is he?"

"ambulance bay. i sent him outside to get some air,"

you nod. "okay, thanks robby," you say moving out of the hallway and trying to making it outside without running.

the ambulance bay door opens and you are hit with the cool evening air. you whip your head around trying to find your boyfriend until you see it, two feet on the back of a parked ambulance.

the shuffle of your feet alerted him to our presence. he sniffles trying to wipe the tears off his face, he stops when he sees it's you. his eyes soften but voice still rigid.

"shouldn't you be with a patient?" he asks.

"i was. robby told me where you were," you softly. "frank, what happened?"

"it's nothing, really, i'm okay," he says and you both know it's a lie. his still covered in blood.

you move closer to him and without saying a word you reach your hands around his neck and untie the white disposable surgical gown coloured with dry blood. you scrunch it up and put it to the side.

"i know you don't like to talk about these things, that you think keeping it in is somehow better... but i'm here, frank." you say taking a seat next to him. you place a hand on his knee, stroking your thumb up and down.

for a moment you just sit there listening to him catch his breath. frank langdon's not one to share his hardships. you try your best to coax it out of him but you've learned he'll share what's on his mind and heart when he's ready.

"she was young," he began. you look at him, ready to take on the sadness that was weighing on him. "not child young but mid to late 20s. it was her fucking wedding day"

you fully take his left hand now holding it between yours.

"she came in with her husband, blood all over her gown. it was liver failure and i tried... we tried everything, did all the right steps. we intubated, we got her more blood, reduced her ammonia levels and it was looking good for a while until..."

frank gets choked up again.

"she had cerebral edema i was so focused on what i could see that i wasn't paying attention to thing i couldn't. i didn't see the full picture,"

"hey, no. no, frank we don't do this," you say. "we don't blame ourselves for things we can't control."

"i could've saved her, y/n, she died on her wedding day. her husband is a widow at the age of 30 because of me," the hurt was clear in his voice.

"if she succumbed to her brain injury that quickly there was nothing you, nor dr. garcia or anyone could have done to save her," you say. you see him nod slightly but he needs more convincing.

"look at me," you say softly. "hey..."

you take your fingers and move frank's head to face you. "you're one of the best fucking doctors i know, okay? i don't have to have been there to know that you gave it your absolute all just like you do for everyone who walks through those doors seeking help. you have healing hands, frank, but sometimes it's just out of our control and we have to live with that. you know this."

he nods more definitively this time.

"i just kept picturing you," he says honestly and you're slightly taken aback. "i know i shouldn't have but i couldn't help it,"

"i'm here... and i'm okay," you say moving even closer. you loop your arm through his and lay your head on his shoulder. your fingers laced with his. "you're not getting rid of me that easily."

frank chuckles. "yeah, i guess you're right," he kisses your head before resting his head on yours.

after a moment, you ask, "…who the hell told robby about us?"

you feel frank still under you. you pick your head up and face him with an accusatory look. "frank..."

"we were in the lounge together last week and he maybe saw a glimpse of my contact photo for you when you called," he said super quickly.

"the one of us in bed?!!? oh god, my boss knows what my sex hair looks like," you put your head in your hands, very embarrassed.

frank laughs. like a real belly laugh. and while you were still mortified at the though of robby seeing that picture, it was even better to hear him laugh like that.

"i'm glad my trauma bring you pleasure," you joke, slightly shoving him.

frank leans in and whispers, "that's not the thing of yours that brings me pleasure,"

this time you laugh, "shut up," you say cupping his face pulling him in for a kiss. frank tries to deepen it but you break away.

you get up from the back of the ambulance. "c'mon, lover boy. you got lives to save."

you hold out your hand and he takes it.

"we got lives to save," he says back to you, finally getting up.

[girlfromflor]

part 6 | supersoldiers!141 x f!reader

cw: +18 sexual content - ageless blogs and minors DNI

john is a patient man, he never minded waiting for things. maybe it was the age or the experience he gathered whilst sharing a life with his men – and now you –, but only a few things manage to actually piss him off. that's why, when notices you taking too long to come back downstairs, he doesn’t mind.

he finished setting the table for dinner and is about to sit down – thinking you'd be back with the others soon enough – when a wave of arousal knocks the air out of his lungs, so hard he has to grip the edge of the table to ground himself. his mind goes overdrive trying to think of what you were up to upstairs, but he stops himself before he feeds into it – that was the last thing he wanted right now. he has half a mind to pull his cock out of his pants and rub one off right there in the kitchen, give the four of you a taste of your medicine, but he settles for something different – something more entertaining.

taking a deep breath to steady the sensations inside of him, he makes his way upstairs in steady steps. he walks straight to johnny’s room and when he stops by the door frame he takes in the scene in front of him – your figure almost entirely covered by simon's body who's kneeling between your thighs, kyle sitting by your side and johnny behind you on the bed. someone must have said something because he can hear you say “we're supposed to be downstairs, having dinner.”

he takes it as an opportunity to make his presence known, voice way too authoritative for a domestic setting when he speaks, “i thought ya had forgotten what i told ya to do. ya jus’ ignored it, then? dunno which one is worse.”

the four of you turn towards him slowly, like if you do it too fast you might get hurt. he eyes each one of you and at the silence you all seem so attached now, he turns to kyle and asks, “what happened?”

“simon wanted a kiss,” the sargeant rushes to answer, like a kid who is too willing to frame their siblings if that meant they would get rid of punishment from their parents. “she wasn't collaborating, so… yeah,” he trails off, not knowing what else to say.

“ah,” john’s voice is filled with mock realization and takes a step further in the bed's direction, “why is that, sweetheart?” he's talking to you.

“you told me to call them for dinner,” you mumble, not wanting to make the situation build up but still making a point of saying, “i told simon and kyle you wouldn't like it.”

actually, he couldn’t fucking care less, but it was fun. made a rush of lust and something darker rush in his blood knowing he had such control over you, he never really had that with the boys, never got to nurture something quite like this – military men, y’know.

“oh, you did?” john echoes your words, thinking you're such a good girl for wanting to keep things in order. his eyes find simon's, who's curiously avoiding eye contact – well, it was him who wanted the kiss after all –, and inquires, “what did you say then, simon?”

simon raises his eyes, taking a bit too long to answer, “said she'd like your punishment,” but it sounds so fucking conceited that john fails to hold the chuckle that comes upon hearing simon's tone.

“tha’ so?” he nods in mock contemplation, before addressing the lot of you, “we're going downstairs and we're going to have dinner,” and then he's looking at simon, only simon, “i'll deal with you later.” simon is a troublemaker, he knows he has control over you – being lieutenant and also just naturally intimidating – and uses it for his own pleasure, but john has no problem in reminding him of his place – that being under john’s control, just like the rest of you. 

dinner is filled with silent, thin tension and the sound of the cutlery knocking on your plates. you catch the boys sneaking a few glances between each other calmly, like they know what to expect – this must have happened before. once you're all done eating, you do the dishes while kyle dries them and johnny puts them back in their respectful place on the shelves. john is sitting on the kitchen island, the smell of his cigar taking over the air around you, but none of you mind it too much. simon is nowhere to be seen, he disappeared after price whispered something in his ear – maybe he went to sleep, maybe he's waiting to talk to john, you wouldn't know. your doubts are quickly wiped off your head when, after the three of you have finished your designated chore, john tells you to go to his room. walking slowly, you make your way to his room with kyle and johnny walking in front of you. when they walk in you can hear a sigh coming from johnny and you can see kyle’s hand closing into a fist – well, let's get ready then.

simon is kneeling on the bed, sitting back on his heels, looking too docile for his own good – a man that size should never look this tamed, it did things to your mind. john enters the room after you, ordering “the three of you, sit down.”

he's pointing towards the desk chairs settled around the room side by side, facing the bed – so that's what simon was doing. there's three of them, so you wait for the boys to sit first, moving to the one left – kyle is sitting in the middle chair, johnny to his left and you to his right side. you watch as they make themselves comfortable and wait for the next command.

john moves to sit behind simon, his back against the headboard and legs spread wide in the mattress. he pats the space in front of him and you watch amused as simon moves to sit between them with his back against john's chest, the captain spreading the lieutenant’s legs apart with his hands. they're so big and their frames look so good together, especially with the way they’re acting so intimately. john presses a kiss to simon's neck right below his earlobe and the younger man tilts his head to the side, closing his eyes and then john rests his chin on his shoulder, eyes locking on the three of you facing the bed. 

your legs twitch to clamp themselves together, you can hear the sound of fabric shifting on your side and by your peripheral you can make out kyle bucking his hips where he's sitting, you bite your lip – fuck, this is going to be hard. arousal is building in your lower belly, dampening your panties and probably is not going to be long before it starts soaking through the fabric of your pants. you wonder what john is going to do, but don't question.

john starts trailing kisses along simon's neck and shoulders, slowly urging him to take his shirt and shorts off, and you have to take a deep breath to calm your heart. it's the first time you've seen any of them with so little clothing but it's also simon – the same one who kept his face masked until a few hours ago. after simon settling back down – half-naked now –, john settle his right hand on the blond’s lower belly by the waistband of his boxers, the very tip of his fingers peeking inside the fabric. he turns to look in your direction, chin resting once again on simon’s shoulder as he glances over johnny, kyle and you before finally speaking, “i'm going to touch simon and you're gonna watch.” his tone is soft but he says it quite matter-of-factly and you can tell he's being very serious with his next words. “you cannot touch yourselves or each other, got it?” 

johnny and kyle are quick to answer with “yes, sir,” probably too used to the environment that has been built. you add your soft, whispered “yes, sir,” right after them, receiving  a sultry look from simon – his half lidded eyes and slightly parting lips forming a sinful sight.

john nods at you before slipping his hands inside simon’s boxers and the blond raises his hips a bit to help the man get rid of the underwear. price's hand wraps itself around simon's cock who muffles a moan, the captain's other hand placed on simon’s thighs to keep them parted. and just like that, a strong wave of pleasure knocks your senses away from you. you hold back a sound of pleasure yourself, eyes glued to simon’s girthy cock being stimulated by your captain. john jerks simon off in a steady, slow pace – it's torture, but at least it's something. simon’s hips buck up and john bites his shoulders earning a strangled “sorry,” from the man. john hums in response, picking up the pace of his movements, his other hand leaving simon’s thigh to play with his nipple, his fingers pinching and rubbing the skin. simon moans, head falling back on john's shoulder, hand finding the older man's forearm to keep himself grounded, and you can hear a whimper from one of the boys on your side.

price's hands glide slowly to simon’s tip, thumb spreading the pre around the head before moving it back down again. “you like it, simon? like being watched while you get lost in pleasure?” the captain says, and simon nods rapidly whispering out a small answer.

john’s hand that was on simon’s nipple moves down to touch his balls, giving them a small squeeze and simon’s hips stutter. “fuck–” he mutters, eyes rolling behind his eyelids.

you can feel just how good he's feeling and it's overwhelming, it adds to your own arousal and leaves you breathless. you can also feel just how much kyle and johnny are enjoying the show and it makes your head dizzy with want, john's own pleasure ripping through your mind. it's too much for you, and maybe that's why simon looks like he's about to lose his mind – if it's bad for you, you can't imagine being the one to whom such desire and lust are directed.

john seems to catch your line of thinking – or maybe he just knows his lieutenant’s body too well – because without missing a beat he says, “ya wan’ t’cum, love? make a mess on my hand in front of them?”

simon’s hips buck again and he moans a bit more uncontrolled, his voice breathy as he answers, “fuck– fuck, cap. yes, please…”

john hums and halts his movements entirely and you can feel simon’s frustration deep in your heart as he whines at the loss. you know john feels it too because he’s speaking loud and clear, “hm, thought you said she'd like her punishment, simon. let's see if you like yours…” 

simon groans, eyebrows furrowed in both annoyance and pleasure as john restarts his movements, realizing just how dumb he was to think he was going to orgasm so easily like that. john was going to make him an example of what happens when his words are disregarded.

john settles for a faster speed now, his tongue licking up simon’s neck, sucking harshly and leaving hickeys in its wake. the scene repeats itself once again, simon moaning with his head thrown back as he pleads, “sir, please, let me cum...”

“that's cute, baby,” john kisses his cheek, teeth prodding the skin a little and simon gasps. “are you close?” he coos and simon nods, john pumps his cock faster. 

“fuck, fuck—” simon arches his back, but then john is taking his hand out of his dick entirely. 

johnny moans from where he's sitting and you tilt your head to get a glimpse of him – he's manspreading in all his glory, a damp spot on his sweatpants and knuckles white from his grip on the chair's seat. kyle doesn't look better, hands beneath his thighs to keep himself from touching his own hard dick beneath his shorts, lips parting and eyebrows creased like he's the one who keeps being denied.

simon whimpers loudly, the following moan being muffled by john's lips on his in a searing kiss, hips bucking up on nothing. their kiss is a mess, all tongue and wet noises. john's takes his cock once again, jerking him off on the settled pace, a bit faster each time he has to restart his movements and it wrecks simon from the inside. to be denied so abruptly and then given such stimulation makes it easier for simon to get close to the edge, and before he realizes there's tears streaming down his cheeks.

it's too much, of course, being stimulated to the max then being harshly pulled from it and then abruptly receiving such pleasure again. but it’s the way he can feel kyle's desperation and johnny’s need and your arousal that makes it so fucking hard for him. john's soothes him, cooing “oh baby, no need to cry,” even though he's still fisting his cock. the wet squelching from the amount of pre simon is leaking makes it so much more sinful. “i've got you.”

“please! john…” simon’s deep voice sounds pathetic with all the begging and you feel your pussy clench at the notion. “please, please, let me cum.”

john chuckles, biting simon’s earlobe before giving him a peck on the cheek. “you'll behave from now on? or do you still think punishments are enjoyable like that?”

“i will, p–promise, i promise. nngh—” simon is way gone, cheeks flushed and wet with his tears, mouth gaping and most likely drooling as he grips john's forearm.

“good boy, love. go on, cum for us,” and he does it on command.

simon is a moaning mess, legs trembling as his dick spurts white ropes of cum onto john's hand and his own stomach. the feeling is outstanding, you've never experienced such a thing. it's like you're having your own orgasm, only it's shallower. it catches you completely off guard, making your own legs tremble and john seemed to be looking forward to exactly that. he's working simon through his orgasm, talking praises and reassuring words as he looks at you, and soon enough simon's eyes are on you too.

you heard johnny’s moan while you were hit with the mind-blowing shared orgasm, and you turn to look at him – a bigger, darker spot on his pants now. the only one who still seemed composed is kyle, which doesn't last long before john is calling him to the bed. it takes one firm, deliberate squeeze on his cock through his shorts before he's gasping as well, and having a second wave washing over you feels like you’re nothing but pleasure.

you all take a moment to take in your breaths. you manage to recompose faster than johnny and move to the bathroom to wet a hand towel. you come back, noticing kyle isn’t in the room – probably went to change his underwear –, and sit sideways on the bed, cleaning john's hand and simon’s body. you kiss simon’s tears away and he gives you a shy smile, whispering a small “thank you, luvie”. johnny steps in with simon's clothes on his hand for him to put back on and you leave the room to put the cloth in the laundry bin.

johnny must have left quickly too, because he’s coming back with kyle as you re-enter the room, watching as they lay down on the mattress. simon, now dressed, moves to lay between them. his back is facing kyle’s chest and his chest pressed on johnny’s back, being snuggly sandwiched between the two men. and john uses the opportunity to leave the bed as well. you watch as he takes a pair of shorts and goes to the bathroom.

you lay down by kyle's side, hugging him by the waist – your hand resting on simon's arm across the sargeant’s body – and once john is back he lays with you, kissing your temple before whispering,

“goodnight, sweetheart.”

a/n: fisrt cod smut, hope you guys liked it! also, just wanted to thank all the love you've been giving to this series, it seriously means the world to me! 💘 | taglist: @fruitymoonbeams-blog @little-mini-me-world @bath1lda @imthatone-annoyingfriend @night-shadowblood-writes2 @z-wantstowrite @kentuckyhobbit @supernova2205 @thatghostlykid @reggiesslut @reap3erslov3 @aldis-nuts

[kilojulietsierra]

Send Me An Angel - Chapter Two (Dr Jack Abbot x nursewife!ofc)

Summary : What do you do after a night like that?

If you missed Chapter One CLICK HERE

(Seriously, I can’t thank y’all enough for the love that chapter one received! Made my whole week!)

Warnings: 18+ content, depiction of a PTSD episode/panic attack, also depiction of two people who love each other handling the situation appropriately, angst, fluff, smut, just a tiny hint of kink mentioned if you know where to look (competency, d/s role play), dark humor, heathy communication, they talk a little shit but they love each other so much

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The Next Day

Sam knelt down in front of the woman in the wheelchair, "Ok hon, that should kick in here in a second and you'll feel better okay?"

The woman nodded, her whole body still trembled, but her breaths were a little more even. "Thank," she gasped in a breath with a stutter, "You."

"Of course." Sam gave her hand a squeeze and stood up, "Keep breathing okay, deep breaths, and we'll have you out of here soon." She looked over the lacerations on her leg one more time before she moved on.

Bridget met her in the hallway, and they exchanged a look as they both surveyed the ED. "We're starting to get 'em cleared out."

Sam nodded as she snapped her gloves off. The whole department was still a disaster, dozens of patients remained and the EVS staff was busy mopping up as much of the blood as they could. "What else do you need?"

The night shift charge nurse, put her hands on her hips, "I need you to go home."

"There's still…"

"Honey, you don't even work here. They have a relief shift coming in, they'll be here by seven. Go home."

"Did Dana get out of here?" Sam asked as she stripped off her trauma gown and shoved it in one of the overflowing bins.

"I sent her home too, every nurse on the floor now is night shift. Students are gone, I even saw Abbot walk Robby out earlier." Bridget wasn't going to back down.

With a glance at her watch she saw it was in fact almost 7am. "Let me help 'till next shift comes in."

The two nurses stared each other down. Bridgett sighed, "You are the worst." She said it with a smile though, "I have Tina and Shad making a lap to check IVs, you can help with that."

Which is exactly what she was doing at 7:33am when Jack found her. "Let's go home."

She looked over her shoulder and then back to the kid in the gurney, "They are gonna come get you in a bit okay." When the kid nodded she gave him a smile and turned around to see Jack. "How are you doing?" She wanted to reach out and touch him but restrained herself.

He nodded, looked her up and down and nodded again, "Relief shift is here. Let's go home."

Sam nodded and went to follow him down the hall.

Bridgett met them at the counter and before she could say anything Jack held up a hand, "We're going. Which means you are too." He gave her a pointed look.

She snorted out a laugh, like she hadn't been trying for half an hour to get him to leave. "Right behind you."

Jack held an arm out to wrap her in a one armed hug. "Go home and get some sleep. Give the kids a hug."

"Mhmm." She wrapped her own arm around his middlle and squeezed. Then she moved to Sam and the two of them exchanged a hug of their own. "Love you, sweetie."

"Love you too." Sam held onto the hug a little longer. "Thank you for always taking care of him." She whispered.

Bridgett hummed and gave her another squeeze, "You know it."

When they pulled apart Jack was standing to the side with his backpack on one shoulder, and hers in his hand. "Ready?"

"Yeah." She grabbed her pack from him, "You grab the duffles?

"There in there. Night Bridge."

"Good night." She called after them as they headed for the ambulance bay.

It was jarring to see the nurses and doctors that had just arrived, not covered in blood, no goggles, no trauma gowns, just ready to work a regular-ish shift.

When Sam went to take the corner Jack grabbed the back of her scrub top and pulled her towards him.

"I had to park in visitor parking."

He just tugged her again and held out his hand, "We'll come get it later." Sam blinked and after a moment nodded. She smiled and let him take her hand. Jacks face was still stoic, but he gave her hand a squeeze and led her out to the MD parking lot.

As they approached the truck he dug the keys out of his pocket and hit the remote start, then pulled Sam's bag off her shoulder. While she walked around to the passenger side he tossed their stuff in the back seat. "Don't even think about it." He called to her as he saw her move to open the passenger door.

She made a face at him when he came around to open her door for her. Rather than say anything she just stepped up and gave him a kiss, then climbed inside.

~~~~~

Jack held her hand the whole drive home and didn't let go until he had parked the truck. The drive home had been silent except for the music. When they got inside they undressed in the laundry room in silence and climbed into the shower together in silence.

One of the things Jack had always appreciated about Sam was that the silence was never awkward or uncomfortable. It never had been. He found just as much pleasure, just as much comfort in her company regardless if either of them had anything to say or not.

At some point Sam had leaned back into him, her eyes closed and her skin flushed from the scalding hot water, and he wrapped his arms around her. It had been quiet for so long he almost felt bad to be the one that broke the silence. So, he tipped his head to the side and kept his voice soft and low as he spoke beside her ear, "Want me to help wash your hair, or want me to go find us something to eat?"

Sam groaned, conflicted by the choices he had offered, "Both?"

He chuckled, pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, "Gotta pick one." Then let his chin rest against her shoulder while he waited for her answer.

She took her time, apparanently more content to stand under the hot water and simply exist.

Jack smirked, too tired to smile, and kissed her bare shoulder, "Pick or I will."

His wife just groaned and grumbled again, let more of her weight settle against him.

"Ok," He kissed her shoulder, her temple, allowed himself one selfish caress of his hands over her naked body and told her, "Stay here long as you need to. I'll go make some dinner."

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When Sam had finally drug herself out of the shower, she threw on a pair of shorts and one of Jacks hoodies, and headed into the kitchen. She found Jack there shirtless in a pair of sweats with his back to her as he made two plates of spaghetti. Before she went into the kitchen she took a second to stop and be grateful for him. The reasons why where too many for her brain to process at that moment, but she was beyond grateful for him. Every day, but especially today.

"Quit staring, come eat."

She smiled and joined him to eat at the counter. As always Jack cleared his plate like it would disappear if he didn't. Something that he'd never grown out of even after more than a decade out of the Army. His choice of second career just as inhospitable to sit down meals as his first. For awhile he sat there with her, then got up and tidied up the kitchen and the small mess he'd made.

When Sam still hadn't finished her plate he grabbed his phone and kissed her on the top of her head as he walked by, "I told Robby I'd call when we got home."

Sam nodded and went back to her food. Chose not to acknowledge outloud that the call was a thinly veiled check in. He'd made a threat, or a promise, to Robby on the roof of the hospital early that morning. "I'm going to call you when I get home, and you better fucking answer."

~~~~~

By the time they made it to bed Jack threw the covers back and dropped into the middle of the mattress with a groan, "Jesus Christ, I'm getting too old for this."

Sam went to the closet and stripped the hoodie off over head and traded it for a UC Davis t-shirt. She didn't respond to him right away. Instead she shut the closet and sat on the foot of the bed. She sat there a long time, only half turned towards him, mostly her gaze stayed on her hands, "Am I a bad person?"

Jack groaned again as he turned on his side, propped up on an elbow, "Not usually." He waited for her to look his way, to give him some sarcastic remark, but she did neither. "Can I have some context?

She took a breath, still didn't look his way, but she did turn a little closer towards him, "Tonight was… a terrible thing. I'm exhausted… but, part of me… part of me feels like a shitty person…" She couldn't finish the thought out loud. She didn't need to.

"Felt good didn't it?" Jack kept his voice soft, compassionate. "It felt good to be knee deep in the shit again. To have a different life literally in the palm of your hands every five minutes. Down and dirty, think on your feet medicine. Save this guy, if you can't save this guy then save the next one." He paused to study her face closely, tried again to catch her eye. "To be one of the ones keeping your shit together, when people around you are spinning out."

When she looked up at him finally her eyes were a little glassy, but he knew she wouldn't cry.

"No Sam, you're not a bad person. You're someone that thrives in that chaos, and that is an incredible thing." He reached for her shirt and gave it a gentle tug, "C'mere."

She stared at him for a minute and then moved. First she stretched to switch off the light and then she rolled onto her side to cuddle up as close as physically possible to her husband.

He wrapped her up in his arms and pulled the blankets up over them. Jack tugged her closer, guided her leg over his and tucked her head against his chest. With his left hand he traced aimless patterns over her lower back and with the right he held her hand over his chest. Where they could both feel the steady rhythm of his heart. After a minute he added, "That was one of the first things I found sexy about you."

When she scoffed and pressed a kiss to his chest he knew he had her back from that dark place.

She chuckled a little bit and her fingers flexed over his chest, "Is it bad that I found it sexy watching you do that field crike on the cop?"

Jack smiled and tipped his head towards her, "Is it bad I think it's sexy that you found that sexy?"

That earned him a giggle and it was like suddenly they could both breath again. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and she snuggled close as they settled in to try and get some sleep. It didn't take long before Sam broke the silence again, her voice a little softer, "Jack?"

"Hmm?"

"Can you, can we keep talking? It feels good to talk?"

He gave her a squeeze and moved his right hand down to stroke over her thigh where it was hitched over his. "Something specific?"

Fingers tracing patterns on his chest she hummed, "No, just… listen to you talk." She sounded almost sheepish.

So, he talked. He started with arriving at the hospital and then talked through each patient he saw, one by one. What they came in with, how they treated it. The whole time her fingers flexed against his bare chest, her thumb stroked back and forth as she listened.

Jack smiled to himself eventually. "DId you hear one of the med students IOed a guy while he was awake and talking?"

"Like on purpose?"

"Yep."

"Ohhh, no…poor kid."

"Poor guy that got drilled in the arm you mean." He pinched her thigh. "Then the Santos girl did fucking Reboa on her own."

"Yeah I heard that, and I heard you gave her an 'atta girl'."

"Like you never stepped out of your depths to save a patient."

"This isn't Afghanistan."

He paused before he responded, "Felt a little like it tonight." Jack pulled her thigh higher up over his waist and held her there, "I think she's got what it takes though, Santos, just needs reined in a little."

"Oh, gee wonder who has a favorite already?" She teased him. "Samira's got it too."

"Yeah she does." He nodded and twisted his head to look down at her, "Worst fucking circumstances," Jack started as he moved the arm around her up so he could play with her hair, "But it was fun to work with you tonight." He kissed the top of her forehead.

Sam tipped her head up to look at him, "Yeah it was," She moved her hand up to his jaw, "Forgot I was married to a badass for a minute there."

Jack huffed out a laugh and closed the distance between them. "Damn right you are." He kissed her even a she rolled her eyes. He pulled back just enough to speak, "So am I." He kissed her softer and slower. "Should get some sleep baby."

"Ok." Her answer was a whisper against his lips and she smiled when Jack kissed her again, "Love you."

"Love you too."

~~

Sam woke up a few hours later with a start, her heart racing and her chest tight, she had to fight to breathe and clear her head. In the split second between asleep and awake she felt Jack jerk in bed beside her and then sit bolt upright. That was when she realized what had startled her awake. "Jack, babe… hey, it's okay."

Jack kicked at the blankets, sucking in air and shaking, one hand clutched as his chest, as his whole body trembled.

"Oh fuck, Jack, hey listen to me." She sat up on her knees and moved to his side of the bed as fast as she could and off the edge to kneel on the floor in front of him.

"Fuck," He was sucking in air, in shallow, uneven, breaths that rattled his chest and he repeated the curse over and over, "Fuck. Fuck."

"Hey, baby i'm right here." Knelt on the floor in front of him she braced one hand on his thigh as it nearly vibrated under her touch, "Jack. Jack, listen to me, look at me okay." His eyes jumped over the room all around them, but never to her. "You're home. You are home, with me, right?" She gave him an exaggerated nod and put her other hand over his on his chest where it still clawed over his sternum like if he tried hard enough he could rip a hole in his chest to breath.

Sam swallowed thick, her mouth dry and her own chest still tight. "You're safe, you're home, with me. You have to breathe. Right? Have to slow down and breathe baby."

He finally gave her a nod and tried for a shaky breath but he almost immediatly started to hyperventilate again as he started to rock back and forth on the bed.

"Hey… hey, hey, hey, nope. Deep and slow, right? Deep and slow?"

He lurched forward and Sam panicked briefly that he might be sick, but clung to the feeling of one of his hands as it wrapped around the back of her neck. "I'm right here, right here, with you. You're home. We are home. You're not there. You're here." She said it over and over again in the softest, calmest voice she could muster, as she moved closer to him and cupped the back of his head and brought it down to her shoulder. Careful to leave some distance, she'd learned the hard way, he could sit up suddenly and catch her in the face. Which hurt like hell and made him feel guilty later.

"You're right here with me, just gotta breathe Jack. Okay? Breathe." Sam drew in a long, deep, audible, breath through her nose as she counted in her head; 1,2,3,4. Then she held that breath and blew it out through pursed lips. Strong and steady to the same count; 1,2,3,4.

The whole time she stroked her fingers through his hair and continued to breathe with him, give him the rythym to follow.

In, 1,2,3,4. Hold, 1,2,3,4. Out, 1,2,3,4 Hold, 1,2,3,4

She felt and heard him fight for it. Fight for the air, for the control over his own mind and body.

She began to count it out loud for him, her voice soothing but firm in his ear.

In, 1,2,3,4. Hold, 1,2,3,4. Out, 1,2,3,4 Hold, 1,2,3,4

Jack spit out a shaky, 'Fuck…me…" His grip on the back of her neck tightened and released through the tremors.

"You're good baby, you got this. Just breath for me, you got this."

His trembling had slowed, his breathing had regulated some. Progress. Sam moved her hand from his hair down to the base of his skull and began to tap out the count and breathe along with him. In. Tap, tap, tap, tap. Hold. Tap, tap, tap, tap. Out. Tap, tap, tap, tap.

"I'm, sh-, shit." He fought through a breath, "I'm," His whole body racked with a tremor. "Fuck, I'm sorry." His voice was strained, painful even. "I'm s-sorry."

"Stop that. You're fine, you got this. We got this. Just keep breathing."

He nodded against her shoulder, his body still trembled almost constantly, but each breath got him closer and closer.

Sam didn't relax until she felt the majority of her husbands weight collapse against her and he let out what sounded like the last of the shaky breaths.

"Hey, you with me?" She whispered it into his ear and finally took a deep breath of her own when his fingers relaxed at the back of her neck and what had been a death grip softened to a gentle caress.

"I'm sorry, Sam. Baby…I'm sorry." Another shaky breath as he sat up straight. "Jesus…" He shoved a hand back through his hair. "Came out of nowhere."

Sam watched, still knelt on the floor in front of him, as his hand reached up to rub over the scar on his left shoulder. A nervous tick that he kept such a lock on that she would be the only one to recognize it. "Don't say sorry." She stroked her hand up and down his thigh in long firm strokes in an attempt to keep him steady, keep him grounded. "What you did today, what you had to do today," She ducked her head to try and catch his gaze in the dark of their room, "Of course it hits home."

He looked at her, hand still rubbed over the scar over and over again. "I was fine. Everything was fine."

"I know." She stood and stepped between his legs so she could tip his face up towards hers. "What do you need now?"

Jack didn't respond right away, he looked exhausted all the sudden.

"What time is it?"

"It's early yet," She glanced at the clock, "Not even noon."

He nodded, scrubbed at his face for a second, "You have to work tonight." When he looked up at her he looked sad, like he'd let her down somehow.

Sam shook her head, "I traded with Remi, for next Saturday. They're going to take the kids to the lake. I'm off all weekend." The relief on his face both made her heart flutter and broke it a little. "Let's go back to bed."

Almost immediately he shook his head, "No, I'm not going to be able to sleep."

"Okay, well, go take a quick shower," He was drenched in sweat, "And then we can go watch TV or something."

With a nod Jack stood up which brought them close together and she kept her hands on his face. He looked like he wanted to say something.

"Do you want your phone? Call Shane or TJ?" More than once she'd had to make a call on his phone in the middle of the night, her hand trembling, so one of his battle buddies could talk him down when she couldn't. More than once they'd woken up to his phone when it rang in the middle of the night so he could do the same for one of them.

Jack shook his head, "No, no I'm good." Still a little shaky as the adrenaline dumped out of his system, he put his hands on her waist and stared over her shoulder at the wall. "Just, give me a minute."

"Ok. I'll go make some coffee."

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It was the middle of the afternoon, but the house was dark. They'd left the blackout curtains drawn so the only source of light was the TV on the wall as it played whatever show Sam had put on before she dozed off on the couch beside him. He honestly wasn't sure what it was, she knew he didn't care, that he just needed the distraction.

She shifted a little under the blanket, her legs stretched across his lap and her face buried in a throw pillow. Part of him wished he could go back to sleep like her. He'd spent the first twelve minutes on the couch with her feet in his lap, one thumb stroking back and forth over the arch of her foot while he stared blankly at the TV. It had calmed him down some, enough, and it had put her to sleep.

Jack shook his head and tried to focus on the show. He hated the feeling of the imbalance, the aftermath. It was like his thoughts were marbles on a perpetually rocking surface and he had no control over either.

Sam shifted again, "How are you feeling?" Her voice was soft and sleepy.

At first he just nodded, knew that anyone but her would see the scowl on his face and leave it alone. Then he rubbed a hand over his eyes and nodded again, "Better." He gave her calf a squeeze through the blanket. "Why don't you go back to bed."

"Comfy here." There was no hesitation in her response and she twisted slightly so she could see him better. "Need anything?"

He shook his head. Then for the first time since the day before he thought about the young vet, how he'd ended up on the roof of the hospital. He took a deep breath, his voice quieter, "The vet I lost, yesterday, the drunk driver hit and run victim. He was the same age as you." He didn't know why it mattered. He didn't know if he'd even registered it at the time.

She was quiet for a long minute, "I'm right here Jack."

He moved his hands under the blanket so he could feel her skin, warm and smooth, under his hands. He set one hand on her ankle, searched out that faint thrum of a pulse, and the other brushed lightly up her calf then down again. "I know."

For long enough he thought she might have dozed off his wife was silent. Then she let out a little laugh, "You know what I always think of? When we sit like this."

"In Kandahar when I'd go sneak into your hooch?" He gave her an honest grin at the memory.

"Mhmm. Every chance you got." She hummed happily and gave him one of her sleepy little smiles.

"Blame me?" He gave her a smile of his own and shifted on the couch so he could stretch out behind her.

She shuffled around for a minute until she could make room for him and then he pulled the blanket over them both.

He pulled her back, flush with his chest and wrapped his arms around her tight. Once she was settled she chuckled softly. "What?" Jack squeezed her tight and buried his face in the back of her neck.

"Just thinnking. Imagining if I could go back and tell 22 year old me that she does get to marry the sexy Army medic with the pretty eyes and the angry face." She giggled a little then continued, "That he loves her and treats her so much better than she'd ever imagined and she's going to be so fucking happy."

For a moment that tight feeling in his chest returned. but it was not the PTSD this time. He had to swallow a couple of times before he could respond without a lump in his throat and when he did he mumered it so soft and earnest it felt like the first time, "I love you." He pressed his lips to the spot behind her ear and left a kiss there that made her shiver. "So fucking much."

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He did fall back asleep, they both did, and when he finally woke up it was nearly midnight and the weight on his chest was long gone. The dread and the darkness at bay. They hadn't moved at all in their sleep. Sam was still wrapped up in his arms, her back to his chest. His shoulder ached from laying on it but he wouldn't move. He pressed his forehead into the back of hers and breathed deep and easy.

"Awake?" She sounded barely so herself, but her fingers curled over his forearm. It was like their internal clocks were synchronized, or that she was just so intune with him after all these years her body knew when he woke.

"Yeah baby." He squeezed her tight.

So tight that she let out a little groan and the breath of a giggle, "How you feel?"

"Good." He tipped his head to drop a kiss on top of her sleep tangled hair. "We slept a long time."

"Mhmm," She shifted and wiggled around closer to him and sunk deeper into his arms. "Felt good."

"Yes it did." He moved his free hand down to her hip and gave it a squeeze. Under the blanket his hand moved from her hip under the shirt she slept in. He stroked over her waist, her soft, smooth stomach and then up to cup her breast.

"Jack," She didn't stop him but her tone was clear.

He smirked, kissed the back of her head again as he swiped the pad of his thumb over her nipple, "Told you, I feel fine." Jack tipped his head so he could whisper into her ear, "Better than fine."

His wife hummed and then twisted around to look at him over her shoulder. She stared at him for a moment, studied him closely in the dark.

While she looked he pulled his hand out from under the blanket and moved it up to cup the side of her neck. "Sam, I'm fine." He traced his thumb up her throat, "Promise." He tipped her face up to give her a quick kiss. His thumb brushed over her pulse and he smirked when she arched up into it, "Trust me, I'm a doctor."

She rolled her eyes, "Oh, ok Doctor Abbot."

"Watch the tone." He kissed her again, "Nurse Abbot."

His wife laughed into the kiss and nipped at his top lip, "Don't push your luck." Sam moaned as his thumb pressed a little firmer on the next pass and she turned onto her back. She nearly melted into the couch as Jack continued to kiss and caress her.

HIs hand slid from her throat, over her chest and then pushed the blanket aside so he could reach more of her. Jack swept his tongue through her mouth and the sweet little groan it earned him went straight to his cock. He kissed her harder and deeper, slid one hand back under her shirt and groaned a little himself when she angled her hips up off the couch. When he pulled back from her lips, a dangerous grin on his face he whispered, "What do you want baby?"

Sam shifted again, this time to wrap her arms up around his neck and pull him back, "Just don't stop."

The hand under her shirt slid up over her sternum and he stopped when his middle finger dipped into the suprasternal notch. He felt her swallow and then he trailed the tip of the middle finger down, slowly, as it barely ghosted over her sternum, down her stomach and dipped it into her naval. When she giggled and her stomach fluttered Jack leaned back in to kiss her. Her giggle turned into a moan as he slipped his hand into the waistband of her shorts.

He didn't stop. He moved until he felt her and only pulled his lips from hers to murmer, "Fuck baby." Then slammed his lips down over hers again as his fingers found the warmth and wetness between her legs. With one hand he dragged her shorts down her legs and smiled wide as she kicked them rest the way off herself and dug her hand into the hair on back of his head. As he pushed himself up onto his elbow, the hand beneath her cradled her neck, he used his other hand to pull her leg up over his hip. "Stay right here." He kissed her cheek, "Just like that." Jack whispered the last part against her ear before he sucked the lobe into his mouth.

The little shiver that rolled through her when he did that never fucking got old, so he did it again and again until she tugged on his hair. Hard. When he pulled back he could tell he was smiling, an honest to God smile, because she looked like she fell a little more in love.

"There's my smile." Sam leaned up to kiss him, a smile of her own pressed to his as they did.

It was her smile Jack thought. She was the only one that ever saw it anymore. She was the only one he gave it to. The first time she'd seen it, she'd smiled so wide herself it looked like it might hurt, then she had leaned in close and whispered, "Those dimples are dangerous." He smiled a little wider at the memory and then let his hand slip from the inside of her thigh down to her core.

"Jesus." Her breath caught, voice somewhere between relief and desperation, as he so very gently ghoted the pad of his finger over her lower lips. Her whole body trembled as he did it a second time. The third featherlight stroke earned him a whiny, "Ja-ack." as she raised her hips up to try and get him where she wanted him.

With a quick brush of his lips over hers he responded, "I said stay remember?"

Her hips returned to lay flat against the couch, but the whine she let out let him know she was annoyed. Jack smiled and kissed her again, Then because he felt alive again for the first time in days, he licked his lips and pulled back enough to see her face. He stroked that same, barely there touch over her again and whispered, "Be a good nurse and do as your doctor says." Then he waited that split second it took for her eyes to flash just beyond annoyance and then before she could argue or snap back at him he slid his middle finger knuckle deep and stroked that hidden spot that made her whole body tremble and her eyes roll back in her head.

"Ohh I'm," Her breath caught as he caressed that little spot again, "I'm gonna fucking," A second finger stretched her a little wider and she had to fight back a moan to finish, "I'm going to get you for that."

Jack just smiled, the one just for her. The big one with the dimples and the crinkles at the corners of his eyes, and he pressed his forehead to hers as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her, "I know you will baby." He kissed her and laughed, because every now and then she'd play that game with him. She'd be his good little nurse and it drove him fucking crazy on the right day. Today though she was his feisty little wife and he wanted to get that rise out of her. See that attitude flash in her eyes and then bring her back.

The grip she had on his hair told him he wasn't quite forgiven just yet, but the rush of wetness and the quiver of her pussy around his fingers told him he wasn't far off. She kept trying to twist and turn, to press her thighs together, anything to get what she wanted, but Jack just kept her there on her back beside him as he played with her. "Jack, please…"

Jack sped up his movements and she arched up off the couch, chasing his touch. "Going to cum for me baby?"

She nodded and the hand in his hair jumped to his back where her nails dug in and reminded him he was hard as a fucking rock and he needed to be inside her, soon.

He moved his fingers slick with her wetness up to draw a lazy circle around her clit. "Goin' to be a good girl and come for me?"

Sam whined but her nails dug into his back and fuck it felt good. He knew they were on that dangerous line where if he wassn't careful, didn't play it just right, she'd turn on him. Then he would be the one on his back with her teasing him until his balls ached. That's not what he wanted tonight and neither did she, because she nodded. She nodded and whined so pretty and pushed into his fingers and he gave her that smile again. Just for her as he watched her, his fingers on her clit moved in hard, fast circles. The kind that always gave her just enough relief to feel good, but left her craving more.

When she came her mouth fell open in a gasp and her eyes snapped shut, Her hips arched towards him and this time he let her. "Good girl." He murmered it into her ear as he coaxed her through that first orgasm. He kissed her cheek, her ear, her throat and felt the rumble of a happy, satisfied moan as she relaxed.

Once her eyes focused he was there, with the smile he kept for her and a kiss that resonated down into their bones.

She wrapped her arms around him again and lost herself in it. "You're too good at that." She whispered as they finally pulled apart. By the time her brain had focused enough to notice Jack had her tshirt pushed up to her breasts and had kissed his way over her hip bone, "Jack," The whine carried more than his name with it. "What're you doing?"

Jack couldn't help but smirk into the soft, silky skin of her inner thigh, "Something else I'm very good at." And then with a wink he ducked his head and his tongue made the first firm swipe through her still wet and quivering pussy, ready to show her time and time again, just how good he was. That he was happy, he was alive, as long as he was with her.

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Chapter Three - Coming Soon!

[kiame-sama]

Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 2

(Unicorn Centaur Riddle wearing his dorm clothes. His hooves are golden as well, but he often wears red covers over them to prevent dirt buildup since it is harder for him to clean out his hooves and he refuses to ask Trey for help most times)

Warnings; Several yanderes, platonic yanderes, romantic yanderes, yandere behavior, monster au, fem reader, very few know reader is fem so mostly they/them pronouns used, deranged behavior, centaurs, unicorns, Nemean lions, Vampire Bats, selkies, minotaurs, genies, nagas, magic, talk of eating humans, arguing, mention of virginity, slight Monster AU history mentioned,

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The thorn prince arrived to a scene of chaos as he exited the portal from Diasomnia. Many new students were lost and confused as they had been told to stay put while most of the Housewardens searched the halls, some Vice-Housewardens were desperately trying to keep the peace or even join the search at the behest of the Headmage. He certainly wasn't concerned about what they may be searching for, instead he started heading towards his own Vice-Housewarden with a slight spring in his step, joyful at finding such an odd little creature in Diasomnia.

"Lilia."

The casual summons had the Bat Fae Vice-Housewarden turning to look at the newcomer who had not been expected to make an appearance after receiving no invitation. Naturally, Lilia was surprised that the dour Dragon chose to go against his own code of conduct and arrive at a ceremony he had no true part in. His stern expression did not seem so serious, making Lilia wonder just what had happened to bring Malleus of all students to his side.

"Malleus? I didn't expect to see you here without invitation."

"Yes, well," the prince pouted in response to the reminder, "I have plenty good reason to seek you out despite the lack of invitation."

"Oh? Do tell. You aren't often so brazen about casually entering the company of others."

"The Gargoyles have borne a child of flesh and not stone."

"... What?"

"I found the soft being sleeping beneath the Human-Gargoyle that was made 1010 years ago. They look much like the Gargoyle and don't seem to be of any other Twisted Wonderland species. As they seemed so fragile and their stone parents weren't keen to protect them, I took them to my nest. Of course, it is odd the Gargoyle child was clothed so shortly after being birthed, but removing their shoes to lay them to rest was of no trouble to me."

The conversation had drawn the attention of both the frazzled and the curious who were also equally shocked to see Malleus in the flesh. Of course, it didn't take long for the Crow Headmage to intervene, figuring what had happened rather quickly. Before the Headmage could speak, however, Lilia beat him to the punch with a much more patient tone and approach.

"Malleus, after centuries of studying Gargoyles, what do you know is true about all Gargoyles?"

"They are stone of various kinds. They double as spouts to keep water from gathering on roofs. They are often depictions of animals, creatures, and other beings."

"How often have you encountered a Gargoyle that has produced an infant?"

"... It is possible."

"How often have you encountered a Gargoyle that has produced an infant of flesh and blood?"

"..."

Lilia would have laughed in a good humored way if he were not being watched by all of the new students and their seniors who had come to aid them in settling in. It was not Malleus' fault that he came to the conclusion that the Gargoyles had produced offspring, the truth was just as far fetched.

What was interesting Lilia more than the topic at hand was the fact Malleus had taken the wayward Human into his nest. Dragons were rarely keen to share things like their nests or their Hoard with others, especially those they know little about. The simple fact that Malleus took the Human into his nest was enough to show that the dragon had already taken a unique interest and intended to make the Human a member of his living Hoard. Malleus may not often take new creatures or items for his Hoard, but the few he claimed had little room to argue as the Dragon was fiercely protective of those he viewed as his.

"What you found, Malleus, is an actual Human. Ironic they took shelter beneath a Human Gargoyle, but they had fled from here perhaps an hour before you arrived. They must have decided to use one of the portals to flee and wound up in Diasomnia instead where you found them. Don't worry, I can get them from your nest so they don't-"

"You will not be taking the Human from my nest, Lilia."

"Oh? Keeheehee~ Have you taken a liking to them, Malleus? Humans are very fragile, you know."

"They may not be the child of a Gargoyle, like I thought them to be, but that does not change the fact that they are in my nest, and under my protection."

It was then a sneering scoff came from the crowd, the new students quickly parting to let the intimidating Nemean Lion strut forward with his tail flicking in annoyance. The man himself had beautiful sun-kissed bronze skin that held the faintest golden glimmer, his shining eyes of acidic green glinted with pride and frustration. Even with his rich dark mahogany colored hair, he gave off a beautiful shine that made him look like he was sculpted out of pure gold.

"And you think you're the best choice for a Human? Human's need light, food, and water, not to be locked up in a creepy ass dungeon that doubles as a nest for an overgrown lizard. That Human is better off in Savanaclaw, not Diasomnia."

Before Malleus could respond to the clear taunt from Leona, another voice with a haughty tone cut in.

"Not even if the Seven proclaimed it, would I believe you can be gentle or safe with a Human, Leona. Nemean Lions were the last holdout group that insisted on eating Humans before they were officially declared extinct."

Approaching with far more grace than he should have was the Housewarden of Pomefiore, the Peacock Harpy Vil. He was clearly posturing as his seven head feathers sat straight up in a clear showing of his crest. Even his tail feathers were slightly fanned out as they caught the light and gave an iridescent display of colors.

"Oh? And what the Hell would you do to protect them, Vil? Doll the Human up in fancy ass clothes and make them preen like a prissy little Harpy?"

"Do speak up, Leona. I could barely hear you over your prideful bitching. Or do you want another scar to even out that scowling expression of yours? Maybe I'll take your eye this time."

This made a snarl escape the golden Lion, his tail lashing violently back and forth in response to the clear threat from the Harpy. Luckily the Headmage had called the other Housewardens to return as well as requesting the teachers to assist in the unusual situation. All he had to do was step between the Lion and Harpy in an effort to keep them from attacking one another until the others showed up.

"I will decide where the Human shall stay and who is safe enough to leave around the Human. They are an extremely rare creature and cannot be treated so callously. You both are Housewardens, please act with the proper decorum."

It was then the clear clopping of hooves on the marble floor could be heard, the others quickly returning to the Hall of Mirrors thanks to Crowley's summons.

"I demand to know the location of the Human! The Queen's rules insist that Humans must be protected and cared for properly, and I refuse to allow the mistreatment of one of the Queen's most protected species!"

Each syllable was accompanied by the distinct click of his golden hooves against the stone floors as Riddle came to a slow halt in front of the Headmage. Naturally, the Unicorn Centaur was the first to know any obscure information due to his inherent hunger for knowledge and desire to follow rules. If anyone knew of rules regarding Humans, especially any rules made in by the Queen of Hearts, Riddle would be the one to know them all.

"Riddle, I assure you that the Human will be properly cared for-"

"Have you already provided them with adequate snacks that don't have pig-fat in them? The Queen's rule 898 states that all Humans must be denied pig heavy meals as they are genetically close enough to pigs that it can cause stomach troubles but must be able to access food consistently due to their digestion processes. Queen's rule 899 states that Humans need to be kept in optimal temperatures that should not exceed the boiling point of water and should not be less than the freezing point of water. Not to mention rule 900 that talks about the proper protocol for finding mates for a Human and their regional specific breeding patterns-"

The others couldn't help but stare at the Unicorn Housewarden who continued to prattle off the various rules regarding the treatment of Humans. He was far more sensitive to the wellbeing of the Human as Unicorns were historically rather fond of Humans- female maidens especially- and were the first to oppose the idea of Humans being cattle for other species. As a Unicorn Centaur, Riddle was far more attuned to emotions and natural law than a Harpy would be and far more aware of the fragility of mortality than a Dragon would be.

"The Human will be treated properly with adherence to the rules, Riddle. We should try and trust the Headmage to do that much."

The taller and more intimidating Centaur next to Riddle now spoke, resting a hand atop the shoulder of the temperamental Unicorn. Though he shared similar coloring on his equine half to Riddle, the second Centaur was clearly of a different breed as he was larger and more stocky than the Unicorn. His green hair was ruffled and he had clearly been out searching for the Human with Riddle before they were called back to the Headmage.

"No, Trey, he won't even follow the rules of an unbirthday party! How can I trust that he will do what is required to keep this Human safe and cared for? That virgin human must be protected at all costs!"

"How are you so sure they are a virgin?"

"I can sense their purity!"

Trey continued to try and talk down the upset Unicorn, trying to be a voice of calm and reason to his hot-headed equine companion. This left room for an interjection from yet another Housewarden returning from their search for the elusive Human of Night Raven College.

"Wow! You sure know a lot about Humans, Riddle! I wouldn't expect anything else from the Unicorn who is top in his classes!"

The newcomer's approach came with a golden light that shined from somewhere within his very being. His white hair was a stark contrast to his richly toned skin and crimson eyes, the ever present smile on his face just as dazzling as the gold and jewels that hung from his figure. To his side was his ever consistent Naga companion, the blacks and reds of his scales almost bleeding together in the golden light. The faint flick of golden scales caught in the light of the Genie added to the unusual mystique of the Sand Viper Naga that followed dutifully behind his Housewarden.

"You would know these things too if you payed any attention in class, Kalim!"

"Ouch, a bit harsh, Riddle? I can't help that Trein is so boring sometimes that I fall right asleep! If I knew we were getting a Human classmate, I would have paid more attention."

It was then the Naga spoke up, his voice smooth like honey and just as rich despite the gentle way he spoke. His dark hair was neatly pulled back in intricate braids that ended with a golden trinket and kept most of the dark locks from obstructing his gaze.

"Kalim, even if we didn't get a Human classmate, you should still pay attention in class."

"I guess you're right, Jamil. But still, isn't a Human being here exciting?"

"Yes, well, it is certainly unusual..."

"I could keep them safe in my lamp and that way no one has to worry if they are in trouble or not because no one can enter my lamp without my permission anyway!"

"I don't think you could be trusted with a Human like that..."

"What was that?"

"Nothing. In any case, the Human's wellbeing should be top priority given how rare they are. Most Housewardens should be able to protect the Human as needed, but that isn't even mentioning the danger a Housewarden could represent to the Human."

As the conversation carried on and the other Housewardens and Vice-Housewardens returned from their search, the older crow Fae couldn't be more pleased. Taking on a Human would be quite a bit of work for anyone, but it seemed rather clear that the Housewardens were keen to do what was needed for the Human to stay. Not to mention the fact that the heir-apparent of Briar Valley- The Prince of Thorns, Malleus Draconia- had already claimed the Human as one of his protected treasures. There wasn't much protection better than that.

Still, perhaps it would be best to not leave a fragile Human in the nest of an overly protective Dragon.

~•§•~

You woke slowly to the sounds of voices around you, feeling a soft surface beneath your head and a warm blanket wrapped around your figure. It certainly wasn't where you had fallen asleep- as you had been huddled beneath a hideous Gargoyle when sleep finally claimed you- but you weren't really complaining about the plush surface either. If anything, the voices around you that were clearly arguing were causing you more stress than the new location you found yourself in.

"The Child of Man is mine to protect! I will not allow any of you to take them from my nest."

"Malleus, please, we all know the Human needs somewhere other than your nest to live. They need their own space and their own home to feel comfortable and not die from stress."

"They are protected here and have their own space here in Diasomnia."

"Malleus-"

Your increased movements made the arguing quiet down as you sat up, letting out a squeaking sound when you stretched. It was likely the ever present haze of sleep over your mind that kept you so calm despite the unfamiliar surroundings. That calm feeling didn't last long as you received a harsh reminder that you were the only Human present. Standing in front of you was a fair-skinned man with dark black hair and monstrous features. His black wings folded slightly as he turned to look at you, bright green eyes examining you quickly for any sign of distress. Atop his head sat two twisting black horns that formed a kind of crown for the regal scaled man standing in front of you.

Past the intimidating man's shoulder you saw the familiar Crow-like man flanked on either side by equally monstrous appearing men.

One of the men had clear black and white hair that copied or complimented the black and white coat hanging from his shoulders. His steel gray eyes seeming so cold until they softened slightly, gazing at you the way one would gaze at a prized pet. This man seemed more Human than any of the others you met prior, giving you a small bit of hope that you weren't alone in your plight. Still, there was the high chance that this man was some kind of monster too and just didn't look it at first glance like the others.

On the other side of the Crow stood a man that reminded you of a Bull with long horns that would have knocked into the head of the Crow-man if the Bull were any shorter. The man had deep brown hair and bright blue eyes, his muscular build clear even beneath the red sweat-suit he wore. Despite his Human-like face, he was obviously not Human thanks to the clear horns and Bull tail waving lazily behind him.

It appeared- from first glance- that the reptilian man was guarding you from the others rather aggressively and was not keen to let you go with the Crow and his companions. Part of you was glad to feel such comfort, but you also had to wonder just what it was the reptilian man ultimately wanted from you. While you mused this, another voice from behind you startled you into almost jumping from the bed, looking back in surprise at the source of the voice.

You saw what looked like a young man with black and pink hair sitting on the bed near where you had been laying. He had apparent fangs that peaked past his upper lip and two leathery batwings that had clearly endured some damage throughout the years. Sitting square in the center of his face was a little fleshy heart-nose like some kind of Bat. This man had been present when you fell from the coffin not too long ago, so it confused you that he chose to speak to you now.

"It seems you're finally awake, little Human. Maybe you can help us with our current predicament? You are a rare species that has been believed to be extinct for more than a few centuries now. As one of the top Magic schools in all of Twisted Wonderland, it is the school's job to protect you and keep you safe from those who would wish to see Humans extinct once more. Malleus here found you sleeping under the Gargoyles and has decided to claim you- for better or worse- as one of the creatures he needs to protect. That brings us here, to Malleus' nest. They," he gestured to the Crow and his companions, "believe you would be better off with one of the professors guarding and protecting you from the common rabble. Malleus," he gestured now to the reptile man, "is of the mind that you are most protected here in his nest."

You were surprised and confused by the Bat-man telling you all of this as the Crow had given you the impression that your opinion and wants did not matter in the situation you found yourself in. As far as you were aware, the Crow intended to keep you as a pet, but this Malleus person had the same idea and didn't want to share you with the Crow.

"... Why are you in his nest too?"

"Oh, becuase Malleus likes to protect those he cares about. He is a Dragon, after all, and those he cares about are counted among his Hoard. I have been his teacher for many centuries now, so naturally I am one of his Hoard members. Only those who are part of his Hoard or Malleus himself is allowed to enter his nest without being burned alive. That means you too now, congratulations."

You now glanced back at the reptilian man, seeing the way he stood with his back to you and wings spread in a shielding action. It made sense that this man was a Dragon given his features and attributes. Despite now knowing a Dragon was guarding you, you still had no idea why these people were so desperate to get their hands on you. Even if they were right and Humans were extinct, that didn't mean it made much sense to you for them to try and keep you as a pet like this.

"So, sweet little Human, what would you like?"

"I would like people to say my name and not call me Human."

"My apologies, it has been a hectic day thus far. What is your name?"

"It's (Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n)."

"(Y/n) (L/n)... The last Human in Twisted Wonderland."

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fyodor x f!y/n but she is his past lover but she died in the past but he lived because of his ability and she got reincarnated in the future but she's with the ADA and she and fyodor kinda reunited plsss i Love Angstttt

I am closer than you think

Yandere!Fyodor x F!Reader

The scope stayed trained on Atsushi’s head, the crosshairs still and steady, finger curled just enough on the trigger for a signal—until you walked into view.

The wind carried your voice as you asked Atsushi a question about the mission. Fyodor’s breath caught in his throat.

He hadn’t been prepared for this.

Your face.

Your voice.

His hand trembled.

The sniper he posted on the neighboring rooftop wasn’t as patient.

Bang.

Blood sprayed from your shoulder as the bullet tore through your arm. Atsushi pulled you back behind cover in a panic, calling your name over and over again. But you were still conscious.

“...You came back to me.”

He ripped off the earpiece and crushed it beneath his boot. The sniper didn’t get to fire again. Fyodor reached him within minutes. There were no last words, only a silent, swift end. The man never even saw it coming.

Blood dripped from Fyodor’s fingers as he stood at the edge of the rooftop, watching the chaos below.

You were gripping your injured arm but trying to stay focused.

Fyodor stepped back into the shadows. The mission was over—for everyone else. From now on, he would handle things.

You had returned to this world.

Which meant fate had given him another chance.

-----

Rain tapped gently on the cobblestone, washing the city in silver-grey. It was the kind of cold that clung to the skin, curling under coats and behind collars—but Fyodor stood still, cloaked in a simple black umbrella and a harmless face not his own.

He watched you from a distance at first, half-convinced this was a trick of grief. You laughed at something Kunikida said.

He had to be sure.

So he walked in your direction.

He bumped into you, making the small object in his hand to fall—a silver ring, old and worn. It clattered against the wet ground, and before he could even kneel, you had bent down first.

“Oh—here” you said, voice as soft and kind as it once had been. You handed him the ring, “Be careful not to lose that. It looks important.”

He didn’t respond immediately. The world was too loud. The rain. His heart.

You smiled anyway and stepped back. “Take care.” And then, with your coat hiked up and bag slung over your shoulder, you ran through the rain.

He stood there, unmoving, as if the sky itself had gone silent. The ring sat still in his palm.

He remembered the first time you wore it, in a past life where you had smiled just like that. When you told him, “This is a promise. Even if the world ends, we’ll find each other again.”

You kept your promise.

And now it was his turn.

That night, in the quiet of his hideout, Fyodor discarded the disguise and sat at his desk, hands still damp with rain. A fresh plan unfurled across the page.

-------

The news played in flickering shades of horror—another attack. The numbers of victims were staggering. Blood on the streets, lives taken mercilessly.

This was massacre.

Silence gripped the Agency office like a noose. Kunikida’s jaw was locked. Yosano’s fingers twitched on the arms of her chair. Even Ranpo’s usual smugness was missing.

BANG

The doors burst open, and Atsushi stumbled in, panting, rain soaking through his jacket. Behind him—

“Fyodor Dostoevsky?” Dazai muttered under his breath, already rising to his feet.

Tied tightly with ropes, Fyodor looked almost serene. His hair clung to his face from the downpour, expression calm, like a fallen king temporarily detained.

He didn’t resist. He simply… smiled.

Why does he feel familiar?

He was placed in the center of the room. The ADA formed a loose circle around him.

“You surrendered?” Dazai asked “That’s new.”

Fyodor tilted his head slightly. “Do you truly believe surrender was necessary? I came to talk.”

“You came after civilians were slaughtered” Yosano snapped, stepping forward. “Forgive me if I don’t find you charming.”

“We’ll hand him over to the authorities once we confirm it’s safe” Kunikida said, though the tension in his shoulders betrayed his concern.

You stood at the back, silent. His gaze drifted across the room—

And landed on you.

The moment your eyes met his, the room might as well have fallen away.

You don’t remember yet, do you? That smile seemed to say.

“You look troubled,” Fyodor murmured, “As though you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Don’t engage with him” Dazai warned, stepping between you. “He’s playing games.”

But Fyodor didn’t mind. He simply leaned back.

He was exactly where he wanted to be.

And now, so were you.

Thunder rumbled beyond the walls, the kind that shook windows and sank deep into your bones. Rain poured relentlessly, washing over the streets like punishment. The authorities couldn’t send a transport, and none of the vehicles worked well enough to brave the storm. Fyodor would be staying… longer.

Most of the ADA had taken the chance to rest—Kunikida asleep at his desk, Yosano quietly sipping tea in another room, Ranpo snoring on the couch.

It was your turn to watch him.

He sat in the center of the room, ankles and wrists bound, but he looked as relaxed as a man sipping wine at a concert. You sat in the corner, alert but exhausted.

You weren’t used to prisoners watching you back.

“…You always liked the rain.”

Your eyes flicked toward him.

“I’m sorry?”

Fyodor smiled faintly, leaning forward just enough for the ropes to creak. “You used to tell me it calmed you. Said thunder made you feel safe. Strange, isn’t it? Most people fear storms.”

“You’re mistaken. I never told you that.”

“Not in this life, no,” he murmured, “But it’s still true, isn’t it?”

You didn’t answer.

His eyes never left you, watching every flicker of confusion cross your face.

“Who are you really?” you asked cautiously.

“Someone who’s been waiting a very long time.”

“That’s enough. You’re trying to get in my head.”

“I’m only speaking the truth. You don’t believe me now, but eventually, something will stir. You’ll feel it.”

He leaned back again, the ropes creaking once more as he tilted his head.

“I wonder” he mused, “when you’ll dream of me again.”

Outside, the storm howled like it remembered everything you forgot.

And inside, Fyodor smiled—because the game had begun.

-----

The storm still raged when it happened.

You were dozing off in your chair, mind hazy from the long shift, when the door slammed open. A stranger, soaked to the bone, raised a gun.

“No more waiting!”

You barely registered the glint of the barrel before the shot rang out, piercing Fyodor’s chest.

“Fyodor!” you gasped, springing to your feet—but he slumped over.

Dead

The stranger didn’t even get to smile before his body convulsed. His eyes rolling back as something took over.

“…So impatient” Fyodor muttered, “But thank you for the opportunity.”

You backed away instinctively. “What… what did you do? How did you become Fyodor?”

He turned to you slowly. “You should rest.”

Your eyes widened. “Wha—"

He swiftly struck the side of your neck with a precise chop, hitting a pressure point and causing you to black out.

By the time the others stirred, it was already too late.

“Let’s begin.”

From the windows and ceilings, they came—his people.

The Agency fell in minutes.

Fyodor stepped over the bodies.

“You’ll wake up somewhere safe” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Far away from all this….”

As the rain began to fade, Fyodor looked over the Agency one last time.

------

You woke to the scent of blood.

Drip… drip…

The realization hit you harder than the blow that knocked you out. The cold bite of metal dug into your ankle.

You weren’t in the Agency anymore.

Where—

Then you heard it.

A muffled voice.

You turned your head sharply.

There, not far from you, was him.

Fyodor stood with eerie calm over a restrained man, dressed in black and trembling. The stranger was gagged, arms bound behind him. He was already bleeding from a few shallow cuts.

Fyodor tilted his head with almost childlike curiosity as he slowly dragged the blade along the man's arm again, just deep enough to let blood run.

“People are so interesting when they beg,” he mused, “Don’t you think?”

“Stop it.”

He didn’t even glance at you.

You scrambled to stand, only for your legs to give out—clank. The chain pulled taut, digging into your ankle. You tried again, crawling as far as the restraint would allow.

The man gasped in agony.

“Please,” you breathed, reaching out. “Please…”

Your hand trembled, a soft glow blooming at your fingertips—your ability, barely igniting.

A whisper of golden light extended toward the wounded man, but you were too far. The chain jerked you back just inches before your power could reach him.

You choked out a sob. “No—!”

The blade slipped from his fingers, clattering to the ground. The man slumped forward, unmoving. Gone.

You stared at the corpse, horror clinging to your throat like smoke.

His hand touched yours.

You flinched.

Fyodor knelt beside you, slowly lifting your trembling hand into his own. His fingers curled around yours with a disturbing gentleness, and he brought your palm to his cheek.

The warmth of your power still lingered on your skin.

His eyes closed for a moment, almost like he was savoring it.

Then they opened again.

“I didn’t know you could do that.” he whispered, “Is this why they recruit you?”

You tried to pull away. He didn’t let go.

“You tried to heal him,” he murmured, brushing his lips lightly against your knuckles. “Even after everything… You’re still so kind.”

He looked down at your chained ankle, then back up at you.

“…But kindness doesn’t work here, my love.”

------

You lost track of time a long time ago. You didn’t know how many people he brought in. You didn’t know their names. You didn’t know if they were innocent or guilty—only that they screamed, and you watched.

Because you couldn’t stop it.

Every time you tried, every time you reached out to heal them, to speak, to beg—

He stopped you.

You sat curled on the floor, back pressed against the freezing wall. Your fingers shook. Your throat was dry from screaming in vain. The body from today hadn’t even been removed yet—his blood still fresh in a line across the room like a brushstroke on canvas.

Fyodor sat across from you, legs crossed, a book open in his lap as if this were a quiet afternoon in a library.

He didn’t look at the corpse.

He looked at you.

“Didn't even bother to use your ability now.” he said casually, flipping a page. “No more mercy left in you?”

You didn’t answer.

He waited a beat, then closed the book softly and stood.

The sound of his boots approaching was slow.

He crouched before you, “Do you hate me yet?”

“I don’t know.”

He smiled.

“That’s alright. You don’t have to know.”

-----

You hadn’t spoken in two days.

Fyodor had noticed.

So when he entered the room this time—quiet as ever, book tucked under one arm—you didn’t react. You just sat there.

Until you heard the faint shlick of a blade.

You looked up.

Fyodor stood in the center of the room, the knife in his hand now streaked with blood. Crimson ran down his forearm in a thin line.

“What are you doing?”

He knelt in front of you, holding out his arm. “I wanted to see.”

“See… what?”

“If your kindness was gone” he said simply. “If your mercy had died with the others.”

You looked at him, trembling.

Your body moved before your mind did, you reached out—touching his skin. Your ability sparked to life. The wound knit itself closed in seconds.

He didn’t look away.

Neither did you.

When it was done, you lowered your hands.

“You really are something extraordinary.” he whispered, cradling your hand in his own. “No matter how many monsters you see, you still want to save people. Even me.”

He pressed a kiss to your wrist.

“Because you’ve pleased me,” he murmured, “I’ll give you something in return.”

He stood and moved to the wall.

Click.

The chain on your ankle slackened, the lock undone.

“Don’t misunderstand,” Fyodor said, “You’re still not allowed outside.”

He motioned around the room.

“But you can move freely in here now. You’ve earned it.”

“Why?”

He turned back toward the door.

With his hand on the handle, he glanced at you over his shoulder.

“So you won’t mistake this for a prison.”

He smiled.

“It’s home.”

And then he left, locking the door behind him.

-----

You thought you were careful.

You only wanted to know—where he kept you, how far the doors led, how many halls twisted beyond your cell. If you could find a map, an exit, anything.

But of course… he noticed.

He didn’t drag you by your hair or slap you.

He just smiled.

“Curious little cat,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Come with me.”

The white room was so blinding it made your head spin.

There was nothing inside. No windows, no furniture. Just glossy walls, glowing lights, and an icy emptiness that mirrored the dread growing in your gut.

Fyodor stood at your side, one hand resting lightly on your shoulder.

"You’re testing me," he said. "And that’s alright. You were always a little defiant. But actions have consequences."

The door at the far end opened.

One by one, people were led in. Blindfolded. Shackled.

You couldn’t even tell how many. Maybe five. Maybe ten.

You stepped back, bumping into him.

He gently guided you forward again.

"I’ll only stop," he said, stepping past you, "when this white room turns red."

The first shot rang out like thunder.

You screamed, instinctively twisting away—but Fyodor grabbed your chin, forcing your face forward.

"No looking away," he said flatly. "You wanted to wander. So see what freedom looks like."

Blood began to smear across the pristine floor.

You trembled violently, your mind screaming at you to do something—but your legs were frozen.

The fourth body hit the floor.

“Please—” your voice cracked, panic strangling your throat. “Please, stop it, I’ll do anything—!”

“Anything?”

“I’ll listen— I’ll obey— I’ll stay, just please— stop— stop—”

He walked toward you.

You flinched, but he didn’t touch you.

Instead, he crouched beside you and leaned in, his breath brushing your ear.

“You were always stubborn in your past life, too” he whispered. “But in the end, you always came back to me.”

He rose to his feet and waved a hand toward the guards.

“Clean it up,” he said casually. “We’ve made enough of a mess for today.”

You sank to your knees as they dragged the bodies away, the red still fresh beneath your feet.

And Fyodor?

He smiled softly down at you, hand resting lightly on your head.

----

You hadn’t spoken since that day.

You did what he said. Sat when he told you to. Ate the bite or two he forced past your lips. But your body moved like a doll’s. Your eyes had lost their fire.

That night, Fyodor didn’t bring another person in.

Instead, he came to your side quietly, a tray of warm food in his hands—soup, bread, a cup of tea.

He crouched beside you, patient as ever.

“You haven’t eaten properly in days,” he said softly, setting the tray down. “You’re no use to me if you starve, dear.”

You were curled in the corner.

He reached out, brushing your cheek with the back of his fingers.

“It’s been hard, hasn’t it?” he whispered, “I know. I’ve pushed you. Hurt you.”

He lowered himself to sit beside you, back against the wall.

“But I couldn’t help it.”

You slowly turned your head. “You enjoyed it”

“I enjoy you. Every part. Even the parts that cry and scream and say no.”

He reached for the tray and picked up a spoon.

“Eat,” he said, holding it to your lips. “I’ll feed you if I must.”

You stared at the spoon—steam curling in the air.

When you didn’t move, he shifted closer.

“I’ll stop for now” he murmured. “No more blood. Not if you stay beside me like this.”

You hesitated.

Your lips parted slightly, and he slipped the spoon between them.

You swallowed.

It wasn’t poisoned.

He took another spoonful, feeding you slowly.

“Sleep next to me tonight.” he said softly.

He ran his fingers through your hair, resting his forehead to yours.

“You’ve suffered enough… for now.”

[sombrashe]

content dark themes, virginity loss, drug use, america mention

✮⋆˙ namgyu who loves blowjobs

theres just something about a nice warm throat that makes his dick jump in his sweats. and then theres something about your nice warm throat and suddenly hes like a teenager again.

the way he acts when he wants one is borderline annoying. he whines a bunch and gets extra clingy especially when you're busy. he'll place his hand on your knee and kiss your neck ever so softly just getting you riled up.

never gives back. he'll give head when he deems it worthy but beyond the occasional anniversary head you're shit out of luck. you've given up asking for it a while back and honestly it's fine. he does still get you wet he just doesn't use his mouth to get you there.

✮⋆˙ namgyu who has a corruption kink

his dream is to take a virgin and fuck them so good they're ruined for any other dick. he's had a lot of practice by the time he meets you. when you agree to sleep with him is the only time he willing gives head. he needs you to feel safe and secure if he's going to be a permanent fixture in your mind.

he'll watch from the sidelines whenever you're talking to someone at the club. holes burning into the back of your skull leave you stuttering and suddenly unsure of yourself in the conversation. you'll excuse yourself completely unaware why you're acting like this and go back to him with your tail tucked between your legs.

he pesters you to try new things sexually all the time. honestly this man probably has you trying things you were always against. he has such a way with words when it comes to getting you to open up. he'll give you everything you need to get you to say yes even if it means making promises he doesn't plan to keep.

✮⋆˙ namgyu who loves period sex

it's not just the blood that he likes. it's how sensitive your tits are leading up to when your period starts. it's when you're complaining about feeling bloated and how much you're breaking out. it's knowing you're going to be pliant and sensitive the entire time.

this is the only time he actually pits effort into sex. towels down to cover your sheets? done. water and some pain medicine on standby? done. fresh clothes and pad for after your shower sitting on the sink? done. anything to get him to his main goal of getting his dick wet.

his favorite part is how little foreplay he has to do before he can slip it in. he still does of course because he doesn't want to hear your whining. but it takes a lot less time and he loves that. calls your blood natural lube and gets to work rearranging your insides.

✮⋆˙ namgyu who has a pornhub premium account

he's has the same account for years. never comments or donates just saves videos that he watches over and over again. it's filled with american pornstars always speaking filthy english while getting pounded and korean cam girls whispering sweet nothings into the mic as they bounce.

he doesn't give up his porn watching for anyone. instead he'll simply tweak his search engine to better reflect the relationship he's currently in. chubby white girl gets dicked down, black doctor gives her make patient a blowjob, korean cam girls moaning like sluts. he doesn't watch it often when he's in a relationship because he honestly expects sex from his partner at some point pretty early into the relationship.

✮⋆˙ namgyu who's always high during sex

he loves seeing his partners pupils blow wide as he places another tablet on their tongue. drugs only being used because they trust him that much. he always keeps up with them up until they physically have to stop so they don't overdose.

he's always on something and you can normally tell what it is based off his eyes and the way he acts around you. clingy namgyu is because of coke. irritable namgyu is because of heroin. horny namgyu is because of weed. hyper namgyu is because of ecstasy. he's been every which way in front of you and you don't seem to love him any less.

when he fucks it's methodical depending on how fucked up the drug makes him. sometimes he's almost robotic with the way his thrusts are calculated and other times he acts as though he has no bones in his body the way he bends and positions himself to reach deeper.

✮⋆˙ namgyu who's insecure af

he will literally never admit it but he's a very very insecure man. he brags to high heaven about how good he is in bed but deep down he's unsure of himself. whenever you compliment him or his abilities in bed his ego spikes.

he needs constant reassurance in little things like "i love you." "you look handsome today, baby." or "god that was amazing." not overtly reassuring but instead subtle to not get him in his head. he never asks for it so it's up to you to figure it out which in of itself annoying but you do whatever you can for your mans <3

✮⋆˙ namgyu who loves to hear you talk

he's not a talker when it comes to any real aspect of his life. but in bed all you get are heavy breaths and the occasional whine or moan. he chooses his partners on how little they annoy him and how much yapping he can stomach. with you those rules go out the window. the first time you sucked him off you talked so much he had to shove your head down to shut you up.

during sex you love making noises and whine for him. begging is a lot of your talking. please and yes the two words that make up most of your vocabulary. he loves leaving you a babbling mess of cum and spit. when he's doesn't want to listen he'll shove you head into a pillow. it doesn't shut you up just makes everything muffled and it ends up spurring him on further.

[kayharrisons]

In sickness and in moderate health [Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader] [1 of ?]

Bucky Barnes keeps showing up to the med bay with injuries from his missions.

Fine, no problem, it's your job to look after the team. Even though their stubborn asses keep insisting they're fine even if they've got a bullet in their ass.

But Bucky? He comes to you for even the most trivial of injuries, and you can't help but wonder why.

A/N: HELLOOOOOOO this is my first Marvel fic on this account e e p and I can only hope I do it some justice! I just saw Thunderbolts the other day and LOVED IT genuinely one of the best marvel movies in recent years!! So spoilers for that, as this lil fic is set within the 14 months between the end of the movie and the post credits scene.

Warnings: injury mentions, minor blood, Bucky being a 100 and smth year old man tryna flirt in his own way, nurse x patient (Bucky is barely a patient he's dragging his ass to the med bay purely to see reader)

Your job was a good one.

You'd sat for your interview, had aced it with a smile, you'd been hired on the damn spot near enough. You couldn't believe your luck, as you'd only just recently left your post at a small hospital downtown. Applying to be on call medical staff for the New Avengers was something you'd done on a whim, when you were up at 3am, shaking from energy drinks and doom scrolling job listings on your phone to see what would come up.

Mel was lovely enough of an interviewer. Val creeped you the fuck out with her endlessly chipper attitude.

But, hey, you were hired! Who were you to complain?

You have your own office, and an entire medical bay filled with equipment you'll probably never even need to use. There was an official doctor for the team, for more serious cases, but you were the only medical staff to permanently live in the building.

Your room is on the floor above the med bay; ensuring you quick access to the floor when you are required.

It's damn better than your old place, that's for sure. You have floor to ceiling windows, a kitchen with niche appliances that you're still figuring out, your bedroom has the damn comfiest queen sized bed ever...

Your bathroom has a fucking fancy bidet.

Go figure.

You decorate, of course, painting over the muted neutral greys with soothing blues and forest greens. You buy endless bright and comfy blankets for your couch, you fill up your space with plants that will specifically be hard as hell to kill.

Thank god your oath doesn't cover plants.

The first few weeks are quiet.

The New Avengers are still getting their act together, still finalising legalities and paperwork, all the boring stuff that no one ever talks about.

But then...

Your door slams open, and in storms Bucky Barnes, former congressman and Winter Soldier, and he's got a nervous, apologetic man trailing along after him.

Bucky is a lot taller in person. Maybe it's because you're sitting down? Either way...

Damn.

"You're our live in nurse, right?" he queries, snapping you to attention.

"Yeah. What's the problem-?"

"This one here thought it would be a swell idea to learn to cook and almost cut my other arm off because of it.

You blink, glancing to the dark haired, dark eyed man stood beside Bucky. You know all the team members, mostly, but this one is a little murky to you.

"I was trying to filet a steak-"

"The why is still lost on me, just like my right arm almost was." Bucky deadpans, giving him a flat look.

The other man sighs, and waves a hand at you. "I'm Bob." he introduces, smiling politely.

You return the smile, before turning to Bucky and gesturing to the examination bed. "Well, hop on up, Congressman Barnes."

He groans, scrunching his face up. "Not anymore, ma'am. Just Bucky is fine."

Ma'am.

It's silly how such a polite, downright respectful term makes you feel all warm in the face.

"I feel really bad, Bucky," Bob frowns, wringing his hands together. "I didn't expect the knife to just slide right off of me and go right into-"

"S'fine, Bob. Who doesn't forget their own invincibility from time to time?" Bucky hums, smiling almost... fondly at the other man.

"...invincibility?" you query, looking to Bob, the most damn normal person you've ever seen in your life. You reach into the box by the exam bed, pulling on a pair of latex gloves.

He blinks wide eyes at you, before smiling a sheepish grin. "Lab experiments, you know how it is... or, well, you don't. Of course you don't. Bucky does, though-"

"Yeah, yup, we're all aware of that much, Bob."

"...sorry."

Bucky just grunts, eyes flickering to your face as your fingers start to gently unpeel the makeshift towel bandage from his arm.

"Is that MUSCLE-?"

"No." Both you and Bucky say in unison, a wry smile being exchanged between you both at that.

"Just a lot of blood," you hum, tentatively wiping at the area with antiseptic and cotton balls. Bucky, to his credit, doesn't even flinch. "I don't think you'll need stitches, Bucky-"

"Never do," he shrugs, the fingers of his left arm flexing absentmindedly on his lap. "Serum. Makes me heal a lot faster than the average Joe."

You ahh in realisation, still cleaning at the wound. It's a clean enough injury, no long lasting damage, and nowhere near deep enough for stitches.

"Well, you'll live, Barnes," you say, lips twitching as you prep gauze and bandages. "You're just a bleeder, it seems."

"Damn. Thought that info would be all over my medical files. Hydra loved making note of fun little details like that. Along with things like reacts negatively to electrical shock therapy."

A beat of horrified silence that Bucky doesn't seem to register.

"...dude." comes Bob's horrified little whisper, which snaps you out of your own horrified stupor.

"What? Too much?" Bucky asks, raising a brow. "Not like it's not all over the internet and in my medical files. Never read a news article, Bob?"

"Leave him alone, Bucky-"

"You know I was on meth during that time-!"

Your eyes snap to sweet, normal looking Bob at that one. Your fingers pressing gauze against Bucky's cut and your eyes wide.

"...I don't know if you've read my file yet but um... that is mentioned." Bob smiles, awkwardly, before pointing to the door. "I'm just- I'm gonna- yeah. Was nice meeting you, and Bucky I'm still sorry about the arm-"

"I keep telling you, it's fine. Just... for the love of god, watch where your knife is aimed when you're cutting."

Bob gives you both a thumbs up before backing out of the room, the door swinging shut behind him.

"...well he seems nice."

"Yeah, he is. It's like working with a puppy-"

"I can totally see that-"

"Not a cute one. Like one of those ones you see in those depressing ads on tv."

"Oh."

A beat of silence, as you start wrapping the bandage around his arm to cover the gauze.

His arm is incredibly-

No.

Bad!

Unprofessional.

"...so um... how's the uh... team so far?" you almost cringe at how awkward the words come out, and Bucky's lips turn up a touch at the corners.

"They're a bunch of assholes," he informs you, bluntly. "Walker's about five seconds away from me shooting him most days. Ava keeps walking through walls instead of using doors. Alexei won't shut the hell up about marketing opportunities. And Bob and Yelena together are worse than two little girls in a school yard, honestly."

"Scathing," you whistle, smile a little disbelieving as you tighten the bandage. "You the poor normal fella on the team, then?"

He barks out a laugh, smile widening into something genuine. "Nah," he chuckles, sliding off the examination bed once you're done and happy with how tight the bandage is. "I'm the worst of the bunch. Just got more experience hiding it."

"Ah, right, the whole being born before sliced bread thing."

"Hey," Bucky tuts, cocking his head. "That was a game changer when it was introduced. Ma went wild for it."

You gape at him, he grins at you like he's the damn Cheshire Cat.

You'd been kidding.

"1930," Bucky supplies, shoving his hands in his pockets as he saunters to the door. "Sliced bread hit the market in 1930, when I was 13."

You're still gaping after him, to his amusement.

"Thanks, doll, for fixing me up," he hums, glancing to his arm, then back at you. "Can't promise it won't happen again, knowing this damn team."

It's said fondly, almost.

Almost.

"Well, I'd better head. Dinner plans and all, apparently. I think Walker might just end up ordering food in, though. We all suck at cooking. See you around, ma'am."

And with that, he's gone, the door clicking shut behind him.

You have a form to fill out, to document the injury and file away.

But you linger there, staring after James Buchanan Barnes, former congressman and Winter Soldier.

...sliced bread, huh?

[aliwritex]

my dirtt thoughts are virgin!isack × reader where he's obssessed with them but so shy

i don’t love this but i do love the idea. i just felt like i didn’t do it right, im still trying to figure him out.

virgin!isack thoughts

He wasn’t going to say anything when you started seeing each other, he was hoping to lie his way out of that one, just ignoring, if it were to happen with you he would just let you think he was terrible. There was no chance he would tell you he was a virgin.

Or that’s what he thought, till you were making out on your couch after a dinner date and his hands had started shaking. You tried to ignore it, you didn’t want to make him feel ashamed but you could tell there was something up.

“Isack? What’s wrong?” you looked down at him with his face in your hands.

“Nothing”

“Isack, you're shaking.” your hands reached around your waist, taking his. “Maybe we should do something else”

“No, no” he said, his accent thick as he tried kissing you again.

“I can’t do this when you’re in this state, c’mon. Wanna talk? Tell me something?” you had his hands in yours, caressing them with your thumbs.

“Yes” he sounded defeated, his head hanging low, “I didn’t want to say anything cause it’s so embarrassing but I guess I should. I’m a virgin” he blurted out.

“That’s okay, that’s not something to be embarrassed about. Do you actually want to do this?”

“I do. I want you. But I don’t think I can…” he trailed off, looking down at his lap and clearing his throat “I’m just not gonna be able to… at least not tonight, I think I killed the vibe. I’m sorry” he mumbled.

“It’s okay, Isack.” you took his face in your hands, making him look back up at you. “Do you want to stay over? It’s late to drive back alone.”

Isack agreed and slept over and since that night you had somewhat of an established relationship. You started seeing each other more and not only dates.

The problem was, being around you all the time Isack was starting to lose his mind. Anytime he was at your place you would drive him insane — changing in front of him, kissing him for way too long just to pull away after, sleeping way too close and waking up with your ass right to his crotch.

And you weren’t making a move. You told yourself you’d be patient, let him decide when he was ready. But Isack was waiting for that move. He didn’t have the confidence to come up to you. Anytime you kissed or anytime you cuddled his hands would be so polite, so you just followed his lead.

That was until one morning at your place, you woke up as the little spoon, his morning hardness pressing right against your thighs. You shuffled back towards him, letting your curiosity take over. He wasn’t completely hard, you could tell by the way it pressed against your ass when you moved, but just to know that he was sleeping in your bed with a hard on and holding you was making your blood rush south. It wasn’t just that, though. You could also feel his body against yours, all his muscles pressing behind you — his chest, his thighs and his thick arms wrapped around you.

“Isack” you called gently, brushing your palm on his arm to wake him. He just hummed, his voice deep and his accent popping out even when he wasn’t speaking. You kept rubbing his arm, starting to twist your body around to face him. He twitched a bit but still hadn’t woken up so you started peppering his face with kisses. “Isa, wake up” you told him softly.

His face scrunched up, another hum sounding through his throat. When he came to his senses and realized what was happening his eyes shot open. “Merde” he sighed, “sorry, I- I didn’t know” he started to pull away from you, his hands moving to cover himself up.

“It’s okay” you smiled at him, resting a hand on his face to help him calm down. “Can I help?”

His eyes widened again, his mouth parting but his words only came out moments later, a simple “Yes”.

“Yeah? You sure?” you asked, resting your hands on his covered chest.

He just nodded, stealing a kiss from your lips. You smiled at his eagerness and relaxed your mouth, letting him kiss you deeper. He hugged you closer, letting his hand meet the back of your neck. You started lowering your hands, your palms feeling his chest and his stomach through his shirt, till they reached his shorts.

“On your back” you guided gently, pulling away from his kiss to get him settled. “Take this off” your voice was soft and somewhat sultry as you talked him through the steps.

Once his shirt was off you ran a finger right down his middle, between his pecks down to his bellybutton as you kissed his neck. It made him shiver and smile. Your lips were brushing against his neck, going over the spots that you had already learned were sensitive, kissing and breathing against the skin to drive him crazy. His breath was already shaking and you had barely done anything to him.

“Gonna touch you now” you whispered, just to make sure he was okay and he nodded.

Your hand went past the band of his shorts, no underwear in your way, so your palm met his warm shaft immediately. His breathing faltered a little as soon as you touched him, but your lips moved back to his, calming his nerves as your hand wrapped around his shaft. You couldn’t help but smile at his reactions, so true and raw, at any of your movements. Your hand pumped him slowly, a couple times just to get him ready, you didn’t want to give him a half-assed dry hand job for his first experience, you wanted to make him absolutely lose it.

So that’s why your hand was quickly back on his chest, caressing his muscles. You threw a leg over his hip, moving to straddle him. He looked up at you, trying to hold back a smile as his hands met your hips.

“No need to be shy” you teased, moving his hands to hold you under your top as you folded over his body, bending to kiss him and shuffling your hips to be sat right on top of him. He let out a high pitched sigh, making himself blush and you both chuckled. He shook his head, moving his hands to cover his face. “No, no” you chuckled, pulling his hands away from his face, “here,” you guided them back to your hips.

You took off your shirt, watching his reaction – his lips curling up as you revealed your bare chest. You kissed up your way to his face, moving from his chest to his neck, leaving a kiss right behind his ear before meeting his lips. You took his hands in yours, holding them to your hips as you started moving them, back and forth.

“Can I touch?” he asked shyly.

“Of course.” You took your hands to his face, holding as you kissed him, feeling his hands run up your body till they reached your chest. His long fingers wrapped around your boobs, your nipples poking his palms as he squeezed them, making you smile against his lips. “Like them? " you teased while moving your hips.

“They feel great,” he chuckled, “they always look so good, I’ve always wanted to touch” he confessed shyly.

“You could’ve just asked, Isa. Just ask, that’s how it works”

“Can you fuck me, then?” he asked almost desperately, making you chuckle.

“Yeah,” you nodded “I can”

You shuffled off his lap, making him groan as your ass dragged against him. You managed to take off your tiny shorts and your underwear while still lying on the bed. His hands reached back for you, wrapping around your waist and pulling you back on top.

“No, here, let me teach you.” you stayed on your back, guiding him to move till he was hovering you. His arms looked insane by the sides of your head, like they could crush you. Your hands pushed his shorts down till he was able to completely get rid of them, then it was just his hard cock hanging down, brushing your stomach. “Give me your hand”

You guided his hand between your legs, taking his fingers between your lips, his jaw dropped when he felt your cunt, wet and needy. You made sure that he spread your wetness around, getting you ready for him. Then you took his cock in your hand, while he watched the entire thing, brushing his tip between your lips a couple times. Your actions made you both sigh in relief, smiling till his tip met your hole.

“You okay?” you asked and he nodded. So you took your other hand to his ass, pushing him in. A dragged moan left his lips till he bottomed out, when he let his body fall on top of yours. You caressed his hair, kissing his neck and face as you waited for him to come back to himself. “Feel good?” you whispered after a while and he groaned, making you smile.

“Trop bon” he whispered back.

“You can move whenever you want, Isa. Take your time” you whispered to his ear.

He lifted his face from your shoulder looking at you for a second before kissing you again. He lifted his hips and slowly pushed in again, his breath shaking. You couldn’t stop smiling at him, you just wanted him to feel good.

His first movements were too slow and had no pace but you were still caressing him, kissing his face and with your hand on his ass guiding his hips, Isack picked up a pace. He was still slow but steadier, deeper, filling you up perfectly. He was trying to hold back moans, you could tell, but that was something you would work on some other time, that morning you just wanted him to feel good.

“I can’t” he whispered, accent thick, heavy in his voice “I’m gonna- fuck- putain” he sighed, dropping his head to your shoulder again.

Your hand ran through his hair again, “It’s okay, let it go, darling”

His body tensed, hips stuttering as he groaned against your neck. You held him close, one arm wrapped around his neck, nails running up and down his scalp, the other pressing his ass further, making him cum deep inside you. His breath was warm and shaky on your neck as he let himself go, his body collapsing on top of yours.

“‘M sorry” he mumbled against your neck after a moment “I didn’t mean for it to be so fast”

“It’s okay, Isack. I actually expected this to go a lot worse” you assured him, a soft chuckle leaving your lips.

“Is it okay that I- uhm, inside?” he worried, making you chuckle more.

“Isa, if there was anything I didn’t like I would’ve told you, and you should always do the same. Just communicate, yeah?” you told him calmly and he nodded “Now, you can stay as long as you like but we should probably eat something in a bit”

He nodded, “can we go have breakfast somewhere?”

“I’d love that”

[meganwritesfanfics]

My Hero (Dr. Michael "Robby Robinavitch x Reader)

Word Count: 2381

Trigger Warnings: Talk of Mugging, talk of injuries and blood.

“Alright, that’s it for me.” Robby said. As he stood up her eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to him. 

“Beer for the Road?” Abbott asked. 

“Yeah, why not.” Robby replied as Donnie threw him another beer. “Goodnight,” He said to Dr. Mohan, “Get some rest,” He looked at Javadi. And then his eyes locked with Y/N’s. She could feel the blood rush to her cheeks. Her body always had an involuntary reaction when it came to Robby. “Tomorrow is another day.” 

Y/N waved as Robby walked off, her eyes trailing after him as he disappeared into the darkness of the park. 

“You should go after him. Lord knows he could use some stress relief tonight.” Abbott whispered. 

“Jack!” Y/N gasped as she smacked him hard in the arm. 

“What! You have been pining over Robby for years now, when are you going to make a move.” 

Jack had been Y/N’s best friend for as long as she had lived in Pittsburgh. They worked the nightshift together and they bonded quickly. When they were on shift together, it felt as though they could communicate telepathically. He always knew when she needed a break, and she would beat him to the roof after a patient loss hit him hard. So when she started covering some day shifts, and began to develop feelings for a certain Chief Attending, who just happened to be one of Jack’s closest friends he knew instantly. He also knew that Robby felt something similar. 

Dana and Jack had been trying to set them up for years, but everytime they broached the subjects both Y/N and Robby would have an excuse of why they wouldn’t never work as a couple. 

“I do not pine over him!” Y/N whispered, grateful that the rest of the group was preoccupied in their own conversation. 

“You were making puppy dog eyes at him Y/N.” Jack teased. “You two are impossible, it’s like watching a soap opera I swear to God.” 

“Oh and you and Dana’s matchmaking isn’t pulled straight from a 90’s teen drama.” Y/N snapped back as she started to gather up her items. 

“Well don’t storm off like a toddler.” 

“Oh don’t give yourself that much credit Dr. Abbott, you are not the reason I’m leaving. I am craving a shower, I feel disgusting.” Y/N laughed. 

“Do you want me to walk you home?” He asked as he started to put his prosthetic back on. 

“No, I’m totally fine. Plus didn’t you say you are coming back around 2. If you walk me back you won’t be able to get any sleep.” She reached out and pulled him into a hug. “Are you going to be ok?” 

“Yeah I’ll be fine. What a hell of a way to spend our day off huh.” He teased but she could see how tired his eyes were. 

“Try to get some sleep, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She said as she stood up waving goodbye to everyone. 

“Y/N.” Jack called as she started to walk away. “Do you still have that pepper spray I gave you.” 

Y/N laughed. “You are impossible Jack I swear to God. Yes I still have it. I will be fine.” 

“Ok well text me when you get home.” 

“Yes Dad!” She teased flipping him off as she started to walk home. 

Y/N’s walk to and from work were probably her favorite part of the day it gave her time to think and either decompress from a shift, or mentally prepare herself for a new one. She had just popped in one of her headphones when she felt something sharp at her back and a hand wrapped around her chest. 

“Give me your purse and phone.” The voice said her in ear. 

Y/N screamed both from surprise, and in hopes that someone was around to hear her. 

“You bitch!” He screamed as he put his hand over her mouth. However the minute he did that she took the opportunity to bite his hand. With this shock she also added a stomp to the guys foot and an elbow to the face. “Fuck!” The guy screamed as she started to run away. He lunged at her and she felt a sharp pain across her forearm. 

“Hey!” A voice called and both Y/N and the man froze. She recognized that voice. She would recognize that voice anywhere. “Get the fuck away from her!” Robby bellowed and the man only had to take a moment to take in the full six foot one figure before he bolted. 

“Micheal,” She sighed tears forming. Y/N barely had time to blink before Robby was in front of her his strong hands grabbing her arms looking her up and down checking for any life threatening injuries. 

“Are you hurt?” He asked his eyes filled with concern. 

Y/N held up her forearm her jacket sleeve already soaked with blood. “I think he had a knife.” 

“Jesus. Ok let’s get you back to the hospital we can…” He started his hand falling on the small of her back. 

“No, please.” Her plead came out more like a sob as the adrenaline of the ordeal started to wear off and the terror and fear she felt set in. “I don’t… I don’t want to go back to the hospital, not after everything that happened today. I just want to go home. I have a suture kit, I can patch myself back up.” 

“Isn’t that your dominate hand?” Robby said. 

“Fuck,” Y/N sighed and then she began to cry. 

“Hey, hey, it’s ok.” Robby soothed pulling her into his arms. “Listen I have a suture kit at my place to. We can head back there.” 

“No, it’s fine, really I don’t want to put you out.” 

“Y/N, I’m not going to leave you standing in a park bleeding. Now it’s either my place or we go back to the Pitt.” 

“Ok,” Y/N squeaked and as she pulled away from Robby’s embrace, she used her good hand to apply pressure to the injury. 

The whole walk to Robby’s apartment they walked in silence. His hand still hovered over the small of her back. All he wanted to do was pull her into his arms and never let her go. The sound of her scream still echoed in his head. He couldn’t help but think about what could have happened, if he hadn’t stopped. If he had just walked straight home. Robby shuttered at the thoguht as he led Y/N up the stairs and into his apartment. 

“This is me.” He said awkwardly opening the door. “Have a seat on the couch.” 

Y/N just nodded as she took in the scene before her. Robby’s apartment was exactly how she thought it would be. Sparse but what furniture and trinkets he did have clearly meant something to him. She could see the photos of Robby and Jake on the mantel. Another picture of a woman who Y/N thought was probably Robby’s grandmother. She couldn’t help but feel like she was seeing a private part of Robby that only a select group of people got to see. At this should couldn’t help but smile. 

“Let me see what we are working with here.” Robby said, as he pulled the coffee table up closer so he could sit in front of her. He watched as she winced in pain as she gingerly took her jacket off. Along the outside of her forearm was a nasty gash, nothing some quick stitches wouldn’t fix. But just seeing the pain she was in, made him think he should head back to that park and track the fucker down. “This is going to hurt.” He said and Y/N couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Why Doctor Robby, I think we need to work on your bedside manner.” 

Robby couldn’t help but smile, her laugh was infectious. Whenever they worked on the same shift, which was rare, he went out of his way to try to hear that laugh. He could be having the worst day imaginable, and that laugh could brighten his whole attitude. 

“I think they honesty is the best medicine.” 

“The people who came up with that, have never been honest a day in their life.” Y/N winced as Robby started to sew her up. 

They stayed silent again for a while, before Y/N spoke again her eyes never leaving Robby. 

“How did you hear me in the park? I thought you were well enough ahead of me?” 

“I uh… I had stopped, found another bench and was just sitting, thinking. Trying to forget about everything that happened today.” He said finishing up the last stitch. 

With her good hand she brought it up to land on his bicep. “I’m so sorry Micheal. I know you tried so hard to save Leah. There was nothing you could have done.” 

Robby could feel the tears start to build up again as he looked at her. Her eyes were soft, even after everything she had seen that day, Robby could see it didn’t harden her. There was still hope and light behind her eyes, and that thought shattered him. 

“I should have…” He started his voice cracking. 

“Hey,” She snapped her hand now moving up to his cheek. “Don’t you dare do that. You have always told me that we can never play the woulda, shoulda, coulda game. It will drive you insane if you do. “You were everyones rock down there. We only lost 6 patients Micheal. Six out of over one hundred. Do you know how amazing that is? And I can promise you everyone down there will attribute that to you.” 

“But I wasn’t there for everyone, I broke, I had a breakdown Y/N.” 

“For what 40 seconds?” Y/N asked and Robby couldn’t help but smile as she mirrored the words Jack had said to him earlier. “After we had finally gotten everything calmed down, I vomited and then hid in the bathroom for 10 minutes. You are allowed to feel things Micheal, you are allowed to break. What maters isn’t that you broke, it’s that you got back up.” 

Robby stared at her, really taking her in, even after a full day of work, handling a mass shooting, and almost getting mugged, he still thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. 

“Can I kiss you.” Robby said and he watched as Y/N’s face turned a light shade of pink.

“I… uh…” She stumbled over her words.”Y…Yes.” She said and Robby slowly leaned in placing his lips on hers. 

It started off as a soft and sweet kiss, the two of them cautious seeing how it would go. But as they became more comfortable, it became more passionate, more desperate, needing to find connection with one another. After everything that happened they needed to forget about everything else around them, and get lost in one another. 

Robby’s hands found her waist as he pulled her slightly closer to her. 

“Y/N” He sighed as her fingers twisted into his hair. 

“Micheal, I need you.” Y/N whimpered. “Make me forget.” 

In an instant he pulled her fully into his lap, her legs wrapping around his waist, as he lifted her before laying her back down on the couch. 

They made out for a while their hands exploring one another, holding each other tightly. 

Suddenly Y/N felt something vibrate underneath her. 

“Oh shit,” She said as she pushed Robby back just slightly but the minute she did Robby instantly sat up, his eyes wide. 

“Are you ok? Was that too much?” He asked panicked.

Y/N smiled as she grabbed his hand. “No, not too much.” Quickly she pulled her phone out seeing that she had multiple texts and calls from Jack. “I forgot to text Jack, he probably thinks I’m dead. Do you care if I call him?” 

Robby laughed. “If you don’t he is probably going to end up showing up here.” 

She had barely pushed the call button before Jack picked up. 

“Are you ok, you didn’t answer any of my texts or calls.” He said in a full panic. 

“I’m so sorry I…” She contemplated not telling about the attack, but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to hide it from him at work. “I almost got mugged.” 

“What!” Y/N had to hold the phone away from her ear with how loud Jack yelled. “Are you ok, I’m coming over.” 

“No, wait I’m not home, Robby was still in the park, he uh… he saved me.” 

There was silence for a moment, before Jack spoke again. “So you are at Robby’s place.” 

“Yes, and he is looking at me laughing because he can hear this whole conversation.” 

“Well I guess I will let you get back to it.” He laughed and Y/N could almost see his smug face. 

“You are the worst human.” Y/N sighed her face flushing pink again. 

“Be safe Y/N.” He teased as he hung up. 

“You know he is going to call Dana now.” Robby laughed. 

“We are never going to live this down. We will be the talk of the Pitt.” Y/N sighed but her face was still beaming with a smile. 

“Who says I care.” Robby said in almost a growl as he leaned forward kissing her again. As they broke apart, Robby held Y/N’s face in his hands. “Y/N I really like you, I have for a while.” 

“I like you too.” Y/N smiled. 

“Will you stay the night. I don’t want to be alone tonight.” He pleaded. 

Y/N pulled him in for another long kiss as she intertwined her fingers with his. “You took care of all of us today. Let me take care of you tonight.” She whispered in his ear. 

Instantly Robby was on his feet holding Y/N who was still wrapped around his waist as he started to make his way back to the bedroom.

“Micheal your back.” Y/N laughed kissing his neck. 

“Worth it.” He growled back as they disappeared into the bedroom, and they disappeared into each others embrace.

[dailyevans26]

he sets the tone

pairing: Dr. Michael 'Robby' Robinavitch x F!Resident!Reader summary: Dr Michael Robinavitch has had better days at work, Dr Cassidy Miller is determined they make it through. word count: 1.8k a/n: i have not written fanfic in years so please be gentle. have loved noah wyle ever since i stumbled upon er based on my parents rec and ever since watching the panic attack episode knew i had to write something, edited with a glass of wine so you've been warned. i will not apologise for how purely indulgent this is, oc looking after robby during and post panic attack, established relationship, oc is early 30's, robby is late 40s in my world. might be a small follow up or other adventures with cassidy and robby if there is demand. please also enjoy the little er easter eggs

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“Dana, have you seen Robby?”

The charge nurse halted, her eyes still darting around the Pitt. The aftermath of the shooting continued to revolve. Patients were scattered across chairs and in beds, doctors, nurses and med students still trying to mop up the mess. Cassidy could smell the blood seeping from her scrubs, leaving a metallic taste in her mouth. Scrub change, however, was the least of her concern. 

“Honey, I was going to ask you the same thing.” Their joint look was one of panic. Robby's bad day had started the minute he walked into the Pitt. A breakdown this late in the day was inevitable, if that’s what had happened, but Cassidy knew people still needed help. They needed Robby. It wasn’t the time for their attending to go AWOL. “He took Jake to see Leah,” Dana began.

“You don’t think?” Cassidy interrupted, scanning around the family room for a sign. 

“Go I’ll cover.” Dana gripped her arm reassuringly, before turning away and barking updates. 

Cassidy wove her way through patients and doctors. Head to the ground, trying to avoid being called in on any urgent cases. She passed Abbot and Mohan, both working on patients, their techniques getting progressively unorthodox as supplies continued to run out. Cassidy overheard them call out to Dana, looking for Robby. She had to find him before anyone else realised he was missing. There was already enough panic in the air. 

The anniversary of Adamson’s death was hard on all that knew him. A mass casualty was just the cherry on top. She wasn’t even meant to be working, Robby didn’t want her there to worry him. He was always looking out for her. It had started the day she’d walked into the Pitt, a fresh faced student doctor, completely unaware of the job she was about to begin. Dr Robinavitch, Robby, to friends, had been her senior resident. He was her anchor in a storm, a calming and patient presence in a sea of unease. He believed in see one, do one, teach one. Never afraid to take a student under his wing and give advice not criticism. Under his and Adamson’s tutelage, Cassidy Miller thrived into the doctor she was today. Just as calm, and as patient, steadfast and always ready to help.

They had started as co-conspirators, inside jokes, talks in the stairwell, shared early morning breakfast or late night dinners. He was her friend. But over time they became a team, they were partners. Talking each other off the ledge. Taking whatever feelings they would let out, limited as they were, and helping each other carry the burden. Robby could read Cassidy’s like one would flick through a magazine. Her thoughts and feelings always as clear as day. Cassidy was just as perceptive to Robby’s moods, and had over the years managed to tease more out of him than anyone else. They only thing stopping the two of them: Robby was 15 years her senior. It was what had stopped him making the first move, any move. However, life was short, they both knew that, and they couldn’t keep running from the inevitable (the amount of money on them getting together was also getting out of hand). 

So, when Robby asked Cassidy to not work on the anniversary. She understood. What she still couldn’t determine was why he was determined to work today. It was never going to end well. So, Cassidy had made plans. A bottle of wine and the ingredients for a lovely late night dinner still awaiting use in the fridge at home. She was unsure if, after the day, she’d even have the strength to open the bottle, let alone cook the three course meal she’d planned in her head. She was meant to be at home, waiting to take the weight off Robby’s shoulders after his bad day, as she had done before. As his friend, now as his girlfriend. She wasn’t meant to be covered in blood, striding through the Pitt, heart racing. 

Cassidy knew Robby was taking today particularly hard, losing Leah hadn’t helped. She had watched, stitching up patients in chairs, as he had done everything in his capacity to save her. Watched as Robby did everything he could for Jake, but some days everything just wasn"t enough. She knew he would feel like a failure. No matter how many patients he saved today, none would make up for the ones he lost. He had told her, more than once over the years they had worked together, that doctors that kept their feelings were going to get sick every once in a while, that was just how it is. Sickness always found them in the end. 

The family room had been repurposed again. It was where they were keeping those who hadn"t made it, surrounded by the paintings of green fields and happy woodland creatures. For a room that was meant to bring calm, it only housed trauma for Robby and Cassidy knew it. The grass would have been greener in any other room in the hospital. Taking a breath and steadying herself, Cassidy pushed the door open slowly. She glanced around, assessing the scene, taking in Robby hunched on the floor. One armed wrapped around his knees, a hand covering his face. He was mumbling, self-soothing as he fought to have oxygen in his lungs, shaky breaths heaving from his ribcage.  

Robby was covered in blood. None of it was his, and she knew she looked the same. 

Cassidy lowered herself down, sitting next to him, while still giving enough room for him to breathe. A gentle hand placed on his forearm. 

“Robby, darling, I need you to look at me, you need to breathe.” He continued to mumble, his hand clasping the chain around his neck. 

“Micheal, you’re having a panic attack, c’mon darling, breathe with me.” She sucked in a dramatic breath of air. Robby’s hand found hers as she counted down, slowly exhaling. Cassidy repeated the breathing and the counting, as her breath slowed, so did his. 

“Good, keep breathing.”

“Yo-you need to get back out there, they need you,” He whispered. 

"Right now you need me more.”

“Cassie,” his voice broke. He buried his face into the crook of her neck. “I couldn't save her. I couldn"t save either of them.”

“I know darling, I know.” She ran her hand through his hair. “But you can't think about that now, your team needs you out there, I need you out there, to help us with those who are still waiting.” 

“I can't.” He removed himself from her embrace, finally looking at her. His tears were barely holding in the corner of his eyes. Robby's head shook, defeat washing over his face. 

“You can.” Cassidy stood, holding out her gloved hand, “Take my hand.” A pause. Grasping her outstretched palm and stood, lightly brushing her away. Cassidy took a step back. Her eyes scanning for any lasting damage, his breathing had returned to normal. 

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” She asked, her hand resting on his forearm. 

“I'm fine.” He replied shortly, shrugging off her hand. 

“You are not fine.” 

“What would you know?” He bit back. Trying to get a rise out of her, push her away. Cassidy never took the bait.

“Enough.” She stared, her eyes boring into him until the anger seeps away. Robby kept his eyes trained at the door, but his shoulders sagged, head hanging low as a hand found his way through his hair. “We’re going back to work, we’re going to see as many patients as it takes for this shift, this day, to be over and then we are going home, together.”

“I don’t think–” 

“No arguments, as the doctor assigned to your care.” Robby snorted, finally making eye contact and raising an eyebrow. “As the doctor assigned to your care,” she pressed on, “I am putting you under surveillance for 24 hours.” 

“You're going to watch me for 24 hours?”

“I might also watch some TV and some Chinese takeout, but yes, I’m not leaving you alone darling.” 

“I don’t thin– I can’t, I can’t talk about it.”

“I don’t need you to talk to me about any of it Robby, I understand implicitly, and because I understand I"m not going to force you, but I"m also not letting you go home alone, okay?” He nods his head, his hand finding hers again and giving it a squeeze. Cassidy replies with a small smile, standing on tiptoes to gently kiss his forehead. Robby hated all forms of PDA, but considering the circumstances, she was happy to risk it. “C’mon, it’s just another beautiful day to save some lives.” Sarcasm heavily coating her words, as she quoted the inaccurate medical drama. He laughed, eyes rolling. 

“I should have never let you watch Greys Anatomy.” Cassidy lets out a short laugh, walking to the door, glancing over her shoulder. 

“Don't need to now I have a real McDreamy.” Red tints his cheeks, and ears, as the smile on her face grows. 

“Hey,” Robby said, grasping her hand and pulling her towards him, “I love you.” Cassidy wraps her arms around his neck, as his snake around her waist. The hug is brief but full of everything that won’t be said until their day has ended. 

“I know, I love you too.”

The moment the two of them exit the family room, Robby is pulled into another case. Cassidy takes a steadying breath before also returning to the throng, looking for her next case. 

“Hey, Cass, Robby alright?” Abbot asked, pulling her to the side, searching her face intently. His military training had kicked in the second patients started rolling up. Everyone needed to be on their A-game, there was no room for mistakes. They couldn’t have a weak link. 

“I talked to him, he’ll be just fine when this day is over, I think we all will be.” He grinned slightly. 

“Amen to that sister.” He put his hand up for a high-five and her palm collides into his. Jack holds her hand for a second, squeezing with reassurance. Her and him were a team, they would get Robby through this day, together. His hand drops at the sound of yelling. 

“Jesus Gloria!” Robby exclaimed, "The police are still looking, why don’t you go back to your managerial high tower and let the rest of us get back to work." Jack and Cassidy make instant eye contact as Robby storms off. 

“You talked to him huh?” Abbot teased, as you both drop what you’re doing to run to Robby. 

“I did the best I could.”

“Dr Miller, we need help over here!” 

“Go," Jack murmurs, giving her a shove in the right direction, “We’ve got Robby now.” Cassidy let herself be pulled back into the chaos of the Pitt, now wasn’t time to be worrying about Robby, he would be okay. When their shift ended, she would make sure of it. 

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[kingtomura]

Lessons

TW: dark content!!, yandere!shigaraki tomura x female reader, noncon/dubcon, implied kidnapping, degradation, humiliation, begging, anal fingering, piv, tomura is mean, mdni. wc: 2k Synopsis: Tomura thinks it’s time you learned an important lesson.

"I got something for you today."

Here he goes again, you think as you watch Shigaraki place a white plastic bag onto his desk. It’s hard to fight the roll of your eyes, but you do. He’s been in a mood lately and you don’t want to push your luck more than you have. 

It’s become routine, you and him. 

He gets too close, you tell him off. It surprises you that he actually listens and instills some kind of confidence in yourself — in your words. Maybe you have more power over the situation than you thought. 

The rustle of the bag catches your attention and you watch as he pulls out a few things. An energy drink, a small box of what looks like bandages and a small bottle of clear liquid. 

Your brows raise, interest piqued and you sit up a little straighter to see better. 

“What do you—?”

He holds the bottle up and your face scrunches in confusion. His smile is one that sends chills up your spine and you have to will yourself to stop being antsy. 

“Lube. It’s for you!” He says like it’s a birthday gift you’ve waited all year for. “You’ve been so… mouthy lately, I’ve decided to give you something to mouth off about. Won’t that be fun?” 

The question is rhetorical and you no longer fight your antsy movements. Rushing to your feet and taking a pointed step away from Shigaraki, your eyes narrow, “what are you talking about?” You’ve never had to use lube. He’s just taken what he’s wanted and your body adjusts every time — as much as you hated it. 

He places the lube back onto the desk and grabs his energy drink, cracking the can open and taking a sip of the sugary sweet soda. He was calm, patient — eerily so. 

After he’s had his fill of the drink, Shigaraki looks to you and nods his head in the direction of the bed. “Get on it.”

Your heart felt like it would pound out of your chest as you held your hands up to the man before you. “Wait, Tomura, we can—!”

“Oh?” He cuts you off, voice lifted and mockingly playful, “I’m Tomura now? But you were so comfortable calling me shigaraki.” 

He places his drink can back on the desk and fully turns toward you. “I didn’t stutter. Get on the fucking bed.” 

You knew his patience was wearing thin, but you still had to try. Taking a shaky breath, you get onto the bed, sitting down on the edge of it. 

“On your hands and knees.” 

Your blood ran cold, and you tried once more, searching your brain for any sweet words that could placate him. Desperate to find something, anything he would like to hear from you, “please—“

He’s in front of you before you can blink, large hand grabbing your face and pressing your cheeks together, “I’m done playing these games with you,” you can smell the sugar from the drink on his breath as your breathing picks up, pricks of panic lacing your body.

Shigaraki crashed his lips into yours, wasting no time slipping his tongue into your wet mouth. The taste of sweet energy drink was nauseating but you kissed back in fear of what he would do if he didn’t. You’ve exhausted all options and you knew, deep down that anything more would only make things worse. 

He pulls away, a trail of saliva following as he meets your eyes — and god, his smile. He’s giddy like a kid on Christmas and you regret every act of defiance you’ve made against him these past few weeks. 

“Cute.” Was the only word he gave before you were being manhandled onto your stomach, face in the pillows and ass in the air. 

“You know,” he muses, pressing his clothed erection to your panties, “I’m starting to think you want this. You want to see me angry so I can put you in your place.” 

He backs away to pull your underwear down in one swift movement, making you reach back to attempt to cover yourself. This only irritates him more as he grabs your wrist and pins your arm behind your back. The angle is as painful as it is uncomfortable. 

You hear him shuffling around behind you, no doubt one free hand of his own making things more difficult — and you take small pleasure in that. It’s short lived though as he seems to find what he’s looking for and you brace yourself for the inevitable. 

There’s the pop of a cap and then smooth cold liquid dripping down your backside and over your hole that makes you shiver. You feel frozen as the liquid trails lower and lower until it’s past the heat of your cunt. 

All it takes is the press of a finger to get you putting up a fight once more. there was no way he was really doing this. He’s never tried this. 

“I shouldn’t even prep you, honestly,” he mutters and you wince as one of his digits slowly push past the ring of muscle. “You’ve been so defiant. You really need to learn some manners.” 

The tears streaming from your eyes are making the pillow below you damp and cold, but you can only sniff in response. “Tomura, please—“

“Please what?” He sinks the finger deeper and you can’t hold back your yelp of pain. 

You shake your head as much as you can, “please stop! It hurts..” 

He pulls out suddenly and you think he’s actually going to listen — that he’s actually done torturing you until-

A hand swings down and slaps your ass, making you cry out. He imitates a buzzer sound before gripping the fat of your bottom, “wrong answer!” 

You thrash more as panic wells up inside when you feel the prodding of two fingers instead of one against your hole. “You know, this is supposed to be your punishment,” both won’t fit and he resorts to only letting one finger penetrate, his other hand massaging the cheek of your behind. “But I’m afraid you may like this too much.”

He is delusional. Shigaraki is the one that’s having the time of his life watching you suffer and writhe. You try to pull forward and away but the hand that was massaging your ass is now grabbing your hip and holding you in place. Your cry is loud as you feel the pressure of another finger join the first and shigaraki wastes no time pumping the digits in and out of your hole. 

You think your crying and begging falls on deaf ears — forcing you to accept the inevitable and you find yourself wishing you were anywhere else but here. You could be dropped off in the middle of the Sahara Desert during a summer heatwave and it would still be miles better than this hellhole. 

Just when you’re about to surrender to your fate and stop fighting it, shigaraki speaks again, “Since I’m so kind and understanding, I’ll give you a choice.” it’s like he sensed you were on the verge of checking out. That would just be too easy. “Which hole do you want me in? Hm? Tell me.” 

He’s gripping your hip tighter and you know there will be bruises formed but your mind could  only focus on this awful option. 

You don’t want him in either. The idea of having to tell him which way to violate you only made you nauseous. But you knew that you had to make a choice because it was always worse when he made one for you. 

“M-my..” you feel sick, swallowing your shame and squeezing your eyes shut as you continue, “I want you in my.. pussy.” 

You could practically hear the smile in Shigaraki's voice, “yeah? Beg for it.” 

He wanted to humiliate you, this was the real punishment. To build you up, give you a false sense of security only to break you down even more. He was sick. 

But you were sicker because you did exactly as you were told. 

“Tomura, please. Please fuck me.” You turned your head, as if you could hide your shame into the pillow below you, “I need you.” 

“Atta girl.” He praises, pulling his fingers out and you sigh in relief, nerves calming and shoulders relaxing. You almost melt into the sheets until you feel the pressure of shigaraki’s erection against your cunt. The lube is there and making things wetter than usual but the squeeze will still be uncomfortable. 

You look back, worry lacing your features, “wait, Tomura—“ but you don’t have a chance to finish, he pushes into you, girth stretching you and making your toes curl in an odd combination of pleasure and discomfort. 

Shigaraki lets out a sigh of relief, rocking his hips at a steady pace before leaning over you. “Fuck, that’s good.” The hand gripping your hip moves to cup your breast, tweaking the sensitive nub between his thumb and forefinger. 

This was familiar, this was easy. It was not uncharted territory and it was something you could convince yourself was okay. Normal, even.

“Mine, mine, you’re all mine” he babbles into your ear and you don’t turn away, terrified he’ll go back on his words if you do. 

His pace is picking up and you find yourself getting lost in the motions. His body rocking against yours as he changes the angle and oh—

He hits the spot inside and you can’t stop yourself from moaning out. It’s sensitive and it makes your back arch with every deep stroke. 

“Fuckin’ slut, I knew you’d like this.” He mutters, circling his thumb around your unoccupied hole, the lube making it slide with ease, before pressing into the tightness. The pain is dull and the pressure of being filled so much almost sends you over, dragging a whine from the back of your throat. 

The bed shakes from the force of Shigaraki’s thrusts and you feel heat pool in your lower abdomen. You were so close and you hated it. Hated him. But when you felt his warm hand move from your breast, down your stomach until it was splayed out over your cunt — pinkie finger lifted and middle finger brushing your clit with every thrust. 

You were beginning to feel dizzy with pleasure and your head fell onto the pillow, hands gripping the sheets below to anchor yourself as you got lost in the feelings. It was overwhelming and you couldn’t bite back your cries and Shigaraki’s thrusts became erratic, he was close too. 

All it took was one more thrust to sweep you over the edge, eyes rolling back as your thighs shook — orgasm claiming you.

“Oh, fuck.” Shigaraki breathed, stilling as his own waves of pleasure overcame him. You barely registered the pulse of his cock as he came deep inside of you. 

You both try to catch your breath, time seeming to still as you panted. Shigaraki was the first to move, you felt him pull out and pause — no doubt watching his cum drip from your cunt — before taking his place next to you on the bed. 

The quiet of the room is deafening and your eyelids feel heavy. You’re as still as a mouse, not wanting to stir and risk him starting up again, but his eyes are already closed. You almost think he’s asleep before he speaks again. 

“Next time,” he starts, stretching before sitting up, “I won’t be so kind. So you should clean up your nasty attitude.”

You nod, dread weighing down your efforts. There wouldn’t be a next time, if you could help it. Regrettably, you tremble at the thought as you realize this is the exact lesson he was trying to teach you.

[organic-bloodbath]

Knife Princess – Part 5

Chishiya x Reader

Summary: Chishiya wakes up in the hospital, confused of the sinking feeling inside him when he looks at you.

Warnings: Mention of sexual assault.

A/N: I apologise for the previous part, they'll be okay ♡

Chapters

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You were walking with Niragi along the busy Tokyo streets, the sun shining high in the sky.

"What time is he meeting us there?" you asked as Niragi put his phone back into his pocket.

"In an hour," he answered. "Had to stay at work a little late, i guess."

Suddenly, you noticed something bright in the sky. Everyone around you stopped and looked towards the sky, probably having the same thought as you did right now.

"Are those fireworks?" you asked, puzzled.

They didn't look like normal fireworks.

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Chishiya was laying on the bed in his hospital gown, tucked under a white blanket, only staring at the wall ahead of him. He had no memory of his own what had happened after the fireworks in the sky, which weren't fireworks at all.

Chishiya looked to his right where a man was laying in his own bed, half of his body covered in bandages.

"So, we both almost died," Chishiya said, glancing back at the other patient. "You feel any different now?"

"I don't know," the man sighed. "I mean, i look a lot worse." He turned his face towards Chishiya now. "What about you?"

"I've been thinking a lot about my life," he admitted. "Choices i had to make. Pretty sure i'm going to start turning my life around. Or something like that."

"You were a piece of shit too, huh?" the man sighed. "You fucked up?"

"I did."

Both fell silent again, falling into their own wordless thoughts.

Chishiya didn't talk about this to the stranger next to him, but he had this weird feeling inside him. He felt somehow... sad? But he didn't know why. He felt like something was missing, like there was a large empty hole inside him which craved to be filled. A piece of him was left somewhere. His heart felt heavy.

He didn't like this feeling, at all – it was suffocating him. The fact that he didn't know the origin of it made it worse.

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"Commencing cardiac massage."

"Get the defib ready, now!"

"Right away, doctor!"

"Miss Y/N, can you hear me? Miss Y/N!"

"Clear!"

"Still no pulse!"

"Again! Charge it!"

"Yes, sir! Charge complete!"

"Clear!"

The heart monitor's rapid beeping finally turned into regular beeping.

"We have a pulse!"

"Normal sinus rhythm. Heart rate is holding between 80 and 90."

"She's back. Resume operation."

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A doctor stood between the two male patients.

"Where's my sister?" Niragi asked, the tone of his voice more worried compared to him talking to Chishiya earlier.

"Your sister was taken for a surgery," the doctor explained. "For now, her state is stable. She lost a lot of blood, but she should recover."

"Should?" he asked.

"We'll inform you right away when we get updates from her state," the doctor reassured vaguely.

The doctor continued talking with Niragi about things which didn't involve Chishiya at all.

"I think i'll go and walk a little," Chishiya announced, his legs starting to feel a little numb for laying down so long.

Chishiya walked through the corridor with slow steps. He stopped by a room which door was open. Chishiya could directly see a young woman sleeping on the bed, connected to a heart monitor. She looked peaceful.

Chishiya's stomach tightened when he looked at her. He didn't know why but he felt drawn to her. He walked closer to the room, right to the doorstep, but not stepping inside.

The sinking feeling inside Chishiya grew stronger now as he eyed her closer. He had taken couple of steps towards her without even realising it.

"Are you family?" a nurse asked behind him, startling Chishiya.

"Oh, no i don't know her," he denied and took a few steps back not to block the way inside the room.

"Alright." The nurse went inside the room and closed the door behind her.

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~ The next day ~

You opened your eyes, slowly trying to comprehend where you were, until you realised you were laying on a hospital bed, attached to a heart monitor.

There was another bed next to yours, a few metres between. It was empty, but someone had been laying on it by the looks of the blanket being thrown aside.

A doctor soon stepped inside.

"Oh, wonderful, you're awake," she smiled, closing the door behind her.

"What happened?" you mumbled, trying to sit up, but the doctor was quick to gently make you lay back down. You felt pain in your abdomen when you were trying to sit up.

"Please, don't get up right now," the doctor said.

You looked at her, confused. One moment you had been outside with Niragi, noticing fireworks in the sky, and the next thing you knew you were resting at a hospital.

The doctor explained shortly about a meteorite hitting Tokyo, ruining a large part of the city. That was the last thing you would have guessed that happened.

"You were taken to a surgery, something had pierced your abdomen quite severely but the doctors managed to fix the damage. Although, your heart had stopped completely for one minute," the doctor explained, serious expression on her face the entire time. "Your shoulder and leg had also taken damage, but they were less severe."

"Oh," you mumbled, not really knowing how to take the news. There were so many new information in too little time.

"But you were incredibly lucky that both of you survived the accident," the doctor smiled.

"Niragi's alright too?" You let out a relieved breath.

"Oh, he will recover as well," the doctor said. "But i was talking about you and your baby."

Your eyebrows furrowed. "Baby? What baby?"

"Oh, you didn't know?" the doctor asked, slightly confused. "You're pregnant, on your first trimester. It's still very early though, so i'm not surprised you weren't aware yet."

Your heart started beating a lot faster now, anxiety and panic taking over your body.

"But, but that can't be possible," you chuckled nervously.

"The doctor confirmed it, and the baby's alright. We'll still do an ultrasound when you've recovered a little better."

You felt like crying. You couldn't be pregnant, you hadn't even slept with anyone.

But then, you realised one thing. You had been with one guy, about a month ago or maybe 5 or 6 weeks, you weren't sure how long ago it was, but you had been hooking up with one guy. Both of you had been extremely drunk and you didn't remember much about it. You remembered making out with him, but that was all. You did wake up in his bed but he insisted that you didn't actually sleep together, both of you being too drunk to make wise decisions.

You felt panic rising inside your body. Had he lied to you? Had you slept with him after all? You remembered being so relieved when he told you that you simply had fallen asleep and had done nothing else than making out.

Right then, an older woman appeared to the room.

"Y/N! Oh my dear, you're alright!" she exclaimed, rushing to your side.

"Mom?" you mumbled. "Aren't you supposed to be in Korea?"

"I was but i flew here yesterday when they called me," she said, sitting down on a chair by your bed, and took your hand in hers. "How are you feeling, sweetie?"

You scoffed. "Fucking fantastic," you mumbled.

You wanted to ask her if any of your friends or family members died or got injured due to the accident but you weren't in the mood for receiving bad news right now. Well, you would never be, but especially not now when you were just getting used to the situation.

You chatted with your mom for a little while, she had apparently already visited Niragi, saying that he would recover. Soon, your mom's phone rang, and she immediately took it in her hand, glancing at you as she stood up.

"I'm sorry, honey, but i have to take this," she said. "I'll be right back."

You needed to visit Niragi and see by yourself that he was alright. You figured you wouldn't be able to properly walk long distances yet and called a doctor to you.

The doctor didn't want you to leave your bed, insisting you to rest, afraid you'd accidentally rip your stitches. You wouldn't give up, so she gave in and pulled a wheelchair for you to use.

You were about to turn around one corner in the corridor, until someone crashed on you. A young man tripped over you, not paying enough attention on his surroundings. For a few seconds he was bent over your lap, until gained his balance back and stood up.

But as he got up, he pressed his hand on your thigh – directly on the wound which still hurt, stitches still sore and healing.

"I'm really sorry," he apologised. "I didn't mean to crash on you like that."

He was young, probably around your age, with blond hair which he now brushed behind his ear.

You took a deep breath and let out a wince, holding your thigh.

"Oh, it's alright," you mumbled but felt your eyes start to water from the pain on your leg.

His eyes widened. "Did i hurt you?"

"Just a little, but don't worry about it," you said, forcing a slight smile on your face.

"I'm sorry, i should look where i'm going," he stuttered.

"It's okay, really," you assured him.

You fell silent for a moment, just looking into each other's eyes.

"Well, i think i must go now," you said awkwardly and started to continue your way.

"I'm sorry, but," Chishiya started, making you stop and turn to look at him. "Have i met you before?"

"Um, i don't think so," you responded. Chishiya eyed you for a moment with furrowed eyebrows.

"Are you sure? You look familiar."

"Are you trying to flirt with me?" you asked, narrowing your eyes. "Because if you claim i've been in your dreams that won't work at all."

Chishiya couldn't help but smile a little. "I wasn't trying to flirt with you, don't worry."

When your eyes locked with each other, you felt something funny in your stomach. He did feel familiar to you but you couldn't reach the answer of where you could possibly know this man from. But for some reason, him only looking at you gave your stomach butterflies.

"Hm," you mumbled. "Well. I'm sure i'd remember if we'd met, so you must mistake me for someone else."

"Alright, then. I didn't mean to bother you," he said and turned away to leave.

"Hey, wait," you said to stop him from leaving – for some reason not wanting him to go away just yet. When he turned around again, you didn't know what to say after all. "You do seem familiar."

"Who's flirting now?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

Then, he left, leaving you to look after him for a moment.

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You arrived to the room which the doctor had told your brother would be staying in. He was laying there on his back, his body half covered in bandages, half of his face hidden as well. You couldn't help but gasp at the sight a little bit.

"Niragi," you breathed out as you went next to his bed. "Oh god, are you okay?"

"Fucking fantastic," Niragi huffed. "Just lost my chance with half of the women in Tokyo."

"Well, i know many women think scars are kind of hot," you smirked.

Niragi laughed. "You know how to make a guy feel better." He eyed you for a while. "You okay? They told me you were taken in a surgery."

"I'm fine, though covered in several stitches on my stomach. Don't really know if i want to go to the beach anymore wearing bikinis," you said and rolled your eyes.

"You know, some guys think scars are kind of hot too," Niragi grinned.

You fell silent for a moment. Niragi noticed that your mood changed slightly. Normally you would have laughed at his remark.

"What's wrong?" he asked, furrowing his brows.

"Nothing, just this, entire accident, whatever," you shrugged.

"That's all, hm? You sure there's nothing else?" Niragi asked. He knew you better than anyone else, almost as if he had learned to read your mind as the two of you had been growing up.

You and Niragi had always been honest to each other about everything. You knew you could tell him anything and he would tell nobody about it. He had always been your comfort in everything, even though it pissed you off sometimes when he was overprotective of you. Still, it was easy to tell him about things you wouldn't dare to talk about to other people – not even your closest friends. And especially not to your mom.

"Well, the doctor did tell me one thing..." you said quietly and avoided eye contact with him.

"Yeah? What?"

"Well, she kind of told me that... that i'm pregnant," you muttered.

Niragi sat up now, a little too fast by the wince he let out, his body still in a little bit of pain, but he ignored that.

"You're pregnant?!" he shouted, a little too loud.

Neither of you had realised that you had gotten company, another patient standing by the door right behind you.

You turned around when Niragi glanced behind you, and you felt your cheeks burn when you saw the same blond man now staring down at the two of you, a carton of orange juice in his hand.

"Sorry, i can leave if you need privacy," he said, already taking a step back when you and Niragi looked at him.

So, he was Niragi's roommate.

"No, that's alright," you said shyly. "I wouldn't want to be in your way of resting and recovering."

"Nah, i think i'll go get some fresh air," the guy said. "I'll let you talk."

He left without another word.

"So, who's the dad?" Niragi scoffed. "You have a secret boyfriend you didn't dare to tell me about?"

"I don't have a boyfriend," you sighed and rolled your eyes.

"Well, who's the guy then?" Niragi asked.

Your eyes started to water. God, you didn't want to start crying in front of Niragi. You turned your face away from him, avoiding eye contact the best you could. Niragi's face fell.

"Don't tell me someone drugged you at a bar or something?" Niragi said loudly.

"Calm down, please," you said quietly, not wanting half of the hospital to hear your supposedly private conversation. "I don't want to deal with this right now."

"Y/N," Niragi gritted his teeth. "Did someone drug you?"

"No," you sighed. "It was just, it was just a hookup."

"Consensual one?" Niragi asked with raised eyebrows.

Niragi always got extremely angry if anyone hurt you, he'd become absolutely furious. If you were able to name the exact guy who hurt you, Niragi would immediately get up and go after him, fists ready for a deadly fight – even if he was laying on a hospital bed all wounded. You closed your eyes for a second and took a deep breath.

His hands travelled around your body up and down, until they reached your pants. He was just about to slide his hand in your pants and underwear, but you grabbed his wrist gently and made him stop.

"Um, i don't think it's a good idea after all," you said. "I'm too drunk right now."

"Come on," he whispered and moved his hand on your cheek. "I'll be good for you, okay? I'll make you feel good."

"No, i think we should stop," you mumbled, feeling really dizzy and sure that you'd pass out soon.

He looked into your eyes for a moment until he sighed and got up.

"Alright, we'll stop then."

After that, you didn't remember anything until you woke up on that same spot the next day, him sleeping right next to you in his underwear.

"Did we... do anything?" you asked in slight panic.

"No, don't worry, nothing happened."

You started to regret telling him about this right here and now and not waiting until you'd get back home. But you couldn't get it out of your mind, you couldn't.

"Let's just get back home first, okay?" you pleaded, voice trembling a little bit.

You tried to change the subject.

"Um, do you know who that guy was?" you asked.

"That blond dude?" Niragi asked. "Nah, never seen him before. Was in the same accident." He was silent for a moment. "You know, he said his heart stopped for one minute. So did mine. Weird, huh?"

You furrowed your brows. "Isn't that a little too strange coincidence?"

"I wouldn't overthink it," Niragi said, trying to brush it off.

You wouldn't be sure if you'd be able to just forget that and not start overthinking, but you needed to just focus on recovering and getting to go back home.

But then, thinking about your home, you realised something.

"Oh no," you mumbled.

"What?"

"My apartment," you started. "It wasn't far from where we were walking. Surely the meteorite has ruined it. Yours too."

"Oh for fuck's sake," Niragi cursed and hit the mattress under him. "I had just gotten a new TV. You know how much it fucking cost?"

"Where are we going to stay now?" you asked in slight panic. You didn't want to go stay with your mom or dad, you wouldn't be able to go through that. When you had moved out, you had been more relieved than ever before – you'd never permanently go back anymore. Your friends didn't have any spare rooms for you either.

"We'll figure it out," Niragi muttered. "I have a friend who could help us out."

♤♡♧◇

While Chishiya went outside to get fresh air, like he had told you and Niragi, your face was stuck in his mind.

Where did he know you? He didn't know you, but why did you seem so familiar? Did you resemble someone he knew? Even your voice sounded familiar.

Seeing you get hurt, by his hand, made him worried for you. More worried than what was normal to him.

But why?

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[itsnesss]

𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐦𝐲𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 | oscar piastri × fem!reader

summary | after distancing yourself from oscar, you realize your hands are covered in blood, weighed down by the pain and betrayal

warnings | betrayal, heartbreak, mentions of toxic relationships

word count | 1.2 k

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You weren’t supposed to see him tonight.

Monte Carlo was meant to be your getaway, not a reminder. You had spent weeks carefully putting space between yourself and everything that reminded you of him—deleted photos, archived texts, blocked notifications. But Monaco has a way of throwing people together, especially when it’s race weekend and the city feels more like a pressure cooker than a paradise.

You arrived at the club with a mission: look untouchable, feel unstoppable, and pretend like you’d never even heard the name Oscar Piastri.

For the first hour, you succeeded.

Your red dress fit like it was painted onto your skin. Your laugh rang out above the bass. You danced like your heart wasn’t broken. And the guy who bought you a drink—tall, charming, accent you didn’t quite place—was good enough company that you didn’t care what time it was.

Until you felt the heat of a stare burn into your back.

You turned slowly. Your heart stuttered before your brain even caught up.

Oscar.

Same hair. Same frustratingly unreadable expression. Same black shirt you once wore to sleep, back when you still believed in late-night phone calls and soft apologies.

Your breath caught. Not because you missed him. But because your body remembered what your mind had tried to forget.

And worst of all—he looked at you like *you* were the ghost.

Two weeks ago, you would’ve dropped everything to talk to him.

Now? You took a sip of your drink, smiled at the man next to you, and kept dancing.

Let him watch.

Let him feel it.

But you didn’t expect him to follow you upstairs.

The rooftop was quiet, lit only by soft strings of lights and the far-off glow of the harbor. You leaned against the railing, the city stretching out beneath you like a glittering secret.

He spoke first.

“I didn’t expect to see you.”

You didn’t turn around. “You never really see me unless I’m walking away.”

The silence between you expanded like a wound.

“I wasn’t trying to hurt you,” he said finally.

You laughed—sharp and humorless. “That’s the problem, Oscar. You *weren’t* trying anything.”

He stepped beside you, just enough to be near. Not enough to touch.

“I thought I was protecting you.”

“By hiding me?” You turned to face him. “You posted *her*. You took *her* to paddocks, events, dinners. But with me? It was always ‘Let’s keep this lowkey.’ I thought I was being patient. Turns out I was just being stupid.”

His jaw tightened. “It wasn’t like that.”

“It was exactly like that,” you snapped.

You looked him over—his tired eyes, the tension in his shoulders, the faint crease between his brows.

“I held your secrets like they were sacred,” you said, voice softening. “I protected you even when it broke me. And you let me.”

He swallowed. “I didn’t know how to fix it.”

“Then maybe you didn’t deserve me in the first place.”

You walked past him, heels clicking against the tile.

He didn’t follow.

Not this time.

Back at the bar, your phone buzzed.

Unknown number. One message.

"I’m sorry."

You deleted it without reading the rest.

The next morning, he was everywhere.

His face on sports pages. His name trending. Smiling for cameras, walking with his team, surrounded by noise. Like he hadn’t just shattered you in private while shining in public.

But you didn’t let it break you.

You walked through the paddock like a flame in human form. Head high. Smile sharp. A new guy on your arm—nothing serious, just a pretty distraction with a good sense of humor and hands that knew where not to touch.

And yet, Oscar noticed.

Every time.

Two days later, you ran into him again. This time, alone.

It was late. Most of the team had gone. You were at the circuit to meet someone else, but he was the only one still lingering near the garages.

“Hey,” he said quietly.

You didn’t slow your stride. “You really need to stop showing up.”

“Then tell me you don’t feel anything.”

You stopped. Turned.

“I feel,” you said, stepping closer, “like I’ve got blood on my hands. From fighting battles for someone who never fought for me.”

That hit him harder than you expected. He blinked, stunned.

“I feel,” you continued, “like I wasted time loving someone who didn’t know what to do with it.”

His voice was hoarse. “I didn’t know how to love you back the way you deserved.”

“That’s not an excuse. That’s a choice.”

He didn’t try to argue. Just stood there, hands in his pockets, looking at you like maybe now—now that you weren’t his—he was finally starting to see you.

You left without looking back.

Days turned into weeks.

You didn’t text him. Didn’t stalk his socials. You buried the pain in workouts, travel, new friends, and better habits.

And then came Barcelona.

Another city. Another race. Another chance for the past to catch up.

Except this time, he showed up.

Not just in person. In effort.

You arrived at your hotel to find a note under your door.

"Let me explain. One chance. Just us. No cameras. No bullshit. Rooftop. Midnight."

You stared at it for ten full minutes.

Then, against your better judgment, you went.

He was already waiting, leaning on the railing, staring out at the skyline like it held all his regrets.

You didn’t speak first. Let him carry the weight this time.

“I never deserved you,” he said quietly.

“No, you didn’t.”

“But I want to now.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What changed?”

“I did.”

He turned to face you. “I’ve been watching you these last few weeks. Not like a creep,” he added quickly, “just… noticing. You look lighter. Stronger. Happier.

You didn’t answer.

“I thought I was protecting you by hiding what we had. But really, I was protecting myself. My image. My comfort.”

He stepped closer.

“I know I don’t have the right to ask for another chance. But I’m asking anyway.”

You studied him. The man in front of you wasn’t the same boy who made you feel small in private. He looked tired. Sincere. Older.

“Why now?” you asked.

“Because losing you hurt more than I thought it would. And I realized—if I have to choose between a perfect image or a real future with you, I’m picking you. Every time.”

Silence.

Then: “I don’t know if I trust you.”

“I’ll earn it back.”

“How?”

“One day at a time. However long it takes.”

You looked at him for a long moment.

Then turned away. “I’m not saying yes.”

“I know.”

“But I’m not saying no.”

He exhaled, like he’d been holding his breath for weeks.

“I can work with that.”

From that night on, things changed.

Not all at once. But enough.

He stopped hiding.

He showed up.

He brought you coffee during media days. He let people see. He didn’t post you right away—but when he finally did, it wasn’t forced. It was quiet. Honest. A soft photo of your intertwined hands with no caption.

He told the world without shouting.

And this time, he stayed.

Months later, you’re at another rooftop—this time together, his jacket over your shoulders, his hands on your waist, the city asleep beneath you.

“I still have blood on my hands,” you whisper.

He presses a kiss to your temple. “Then let me help you wash it off.”

And this time, you believe him.

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[fatkish]

Hey! Can I ask for angst request? 💖 Mic, Aizawa, All Might losing their child. It can be murder or some desease. How do they handle it? Did it ruin their lives? Tysm🌻

Aizawa, Present Mic and All Might x Dead Child Reader (Platonic)

Aizawa:

He’s always been worried, ever since you first told him you wanted to be a hero

He knew very well how dangerous the hero life is, he’s seen many people die, some of them, he watched die while saving him

He knows the dangers of the job, but he also knows how meaningful and impactful it can be

He knows what it’s like to save someone’s life and have them be thankful for it. He knows what it’s like to come home after a day of work knowing you saved a life, a life that won’t have to be mourned

He’s seen the good and the bad and knows you can’t have one without the other

He just didn’t expect for things to end this way

You had received a call from a mental hospital who’s paranoid and manic patient had escaped

You had gone to try and help the patient, to keep them from hurting others or themselves

You had found the patient on the roof of a tall building that was under construction and had tried talking to them, you had experience with these kinds of things so no one expected what would come next

You had almost managed to calm the patient down when the police showed up with guns and caused the patient to get spooked

In the blink of an eye, you saw how close the patient was to the roof’s edge and grabbed them, pulling them back as they ran, but before you could stop yourself, you were already falling

You didn’t fall too far but you ended up falling on some rebar, thus being impaled in multiple spots

Despite the hospital’s and surgeons best efforts, there was too much damage to be fixed and you ended up dying of blood loss

When Aizawa got the call, he rushed out of the classroom and nearly caused an accident while driving to the hospital

When he got there, when he saw the nurse peel back the white sheet covering your face, to reveal your deathly visage, he fell to his knees

The tears couldn’t and wouldn’t stop

He fell to kid knees, hand covering his mouth as the reality sunk in. He sat there on his knees for probably 30 minutes before he moved

He slowly approached your body, taking in your features, as the nurse left the room to give him time to grieve, he sat in a chair, just slowly disassociating with reality

His child is dead, the one he raised and watched grow up, he remembers your first words, first steps, the first time you called him daddy, all the precious little moments, all those memories come back to him as he sits there

And despite seeing your body in front of him, it still doesn’t feel real, you look like you’re sleeping, despite there being that deathly color that comes from a lack blood flow, the lack of warmth to your skin’s natural color gives it a cold unsettling dullness

It’s not until Present mic and Nemuri come to the room that it truly sinks in for Aizawa that you’re dead

After saying his goodbyes, Nemuri and Hizashi help Aizawa with all of the following tasks that come with death. If it weren’t for them, he wouldn’t even be able to function. Hizashi makes sure that your favorite song is playing at your funeral

Despite knowing that you’re not the kind of person who would hold a grudge, despite knowing that the man was unwell, Aizawa can’t help but harbor a resentment towards the man who you tried to help, only to end up dying

It takes a long time, and he never truly gets over it, it just starts to hurt a little less. Every year, on every holiday, on every one of your birthdays, Aizawa never fails to show up to your grave with flowers

Even if it’s only for a few minutes, he always makes sure to visit. He always makes time to visit, telling you about his day, what’s been happening, always with tears in his eyes, even once he’s retired and in old age, even when he himself is on death’s door, he always visits

Present Mic:

Unlike All Might and Aizawa, you weren’t really his kid, and you didn’t even live to become an adult

Hizashi met you through his radio show. He was looking through letters that were sent to the studio for the show and found yours. You had written to him from a children’s hospital, you had asked him if he could save your mom from the pain of having to watch you fight cancer since he was a hero

It was so sweet and so cute how you asked him to help your mom, but it hurt him since he knew there wasn’t really anything he could do, but that didn’t stop him from trying

After his radio show, one weekend, he payed a visit to the children’s hospital in incognito, once he met your mother, he introduced himself and showed her your letter and sat down with her

As she read your letter, she cried and he comforted her, offering her tissues and a shoulder to cry on

After they talked, she brought him into your room and introduced you to him. Your smile was one he’ll never forget. He spent that time talking to you and your mother, making you laugh and making your mother smile

After that day, he continued to visit often, he’d bring coffee for your mother and as time went on, he learned that her boyfriend and your father left her when he learned you were sick

He became the closest thing you had to a male parental figure. As time went on, you continued to fight against your cancer, going through chemotherapy and surgery, and after a few years, the cancer was gone and you were healthy

During that time, Hizashi and your mother grew close, and eventually, you guys went to live with him, but all good things must come to an end

When you were fifteen, your cancer came back, but this time, you didn’t catch it as fast. It had already spread to multiple organs and you were having difficulty breathing

You didn’t tell your mother when you first suspected that something was wrong because you didn’t want her to ever have to experience what she did before

Due to that, small tumors from the spreading cancer had started to grow in your lungs, (I don’t know if this is medically accurate but just go with it) cutting off your ability to breathe, you were then put on the waiting list for a lung transplant

Despite going through chemotherapy and radiation treatments, your condition never improved, and you passed away one night

Before you passed away, you and Hizashi had talked and you thanked him for saving you. He didn’t understand because you were still dying so asked you what you meant, you told him that he saved you, because now, you can die in peace knowing your mother won’t be alone when she grieves

You thanked him for being there for you both and asked him to please continue to be there for your mother, with tears in his eyes, he smiled and promised

Unlike All Might and Aizawa, Hizashi didn’t let your death haunt him. Yes he was devastated when you died and he’ll miss you greatly, but you were happy, and you wanted them to live and move on with their lives, and so, he did

Eventually your mom got married to him and even though they missed you, they chose to live for you, to experience the things you didn’t get to, so that when they see you again, they’ll have so many stories and things to tell you

All Might:

Unlike the others, you inherited your father’s quirklessness

You had no quirk, no special physical ability, you weren’t some technical genius, nor were you some kind of other genius

You were simply average, average grades, average physical ability, nothing about you stood out

You didn’t even inherit your father’s looks so no one ever thought that you were related to him. You inherited your mother’s hair color and eye color, you looked more like her than you did your father

Due to your average-ness, All Might wasn’t worried about you being found out and traced back to him, but he was worried about your general safety and mental health

Being quirkless himself, he knew how hard the 20% have it, he knew how badly they were treated, which is why you live with him instead of your mother

You were born as a result of a drunken hookup in his younger days in America, despite America’s “freedom”, having been a hero there for some time, he knew from experience that quirkless people there still face many challenges and bias. Despite what America would want others to believe, it wasn’t the safest place for you, so All Might agreed to have you live with him in Japan

Despite the prejudice and bias you grew up facing, you pushed through it and became one of the most formidable lawyers ever. You were most known for taking and winning cases about various quirk related bigotry/bias

Whether someone was unfairly targeted/mistreated due to their quirk or lack there of, or similar cases, you took them on whether there was money in it for or not. You didn’t take these cases on for profit, you took these cases because you believed that someone had to stand up for others

You made quite the name for yourself, despite how young you were, but that would prove to be your undoing

You had your own law firm, you had many junior lawyers and attorneys working under and learning from you. You had taken a case that you didn’t know would be your last

Your client was a Heteromorph who was suing an insurance company for quirk based discrimination. Your client has a quirk that makes them need constant moisture or else their skin would dry out severely. They had some kind of cephalopod quirk. Due to their constant need of moisture, an accident occurred leading to their home flooding and their insurance company refused to cover them due to their quirk

The company tried to claim that there was negligence on the homeowner’s part that lead to their house flooding but it was obvious that they were just trying to save face

One night, as you were getting into your car, you felt a shocking pain and them warm liquid began to trickle down your abdomen, you were shot, not once, but twice

The insurance company hired someone to stage a robbery so it wouldn’t be linked to them but heroes apprehended the robber who told them the truth

But sadly, it was too late for you. You were shot once in the abdomen and once in the head, you died before paramedics could arrive

All might had been teaching and his secret had already been discovered. He was in the teacher’s lounge when he got the call

He rushed to the hospital, trying to keep himself together on the drive there, but once he was brought to your room and the nurse pulled the sheet back, he couldn’t stop the tears

He knew was somewhat of an absent father, he kept a distance from you to try and keep you safe

He thought that you would hate him but you understood why he did what he did, you told him you didn’t have any ill feelings towards him

But he did wish that he had gotten to spend more time with you growing up, he promised himself that once he retired, he wouldn’t miss out on a single event of yours, not anymore

When you graduated, all throughout your school life, whenever an event happened, you were the only kid who’s parent never came to a single event, you watched all the other kids greet their parents or guardians but no one was ever there for you, even when you graduated valedictorian of your law school, All Might wasn’t there

However, All Might wished that he could be absent from this event, your funeral. He made sure that the press would not be able to get in or near your funeral. Many of your juniors in your law firm and most of your clients dropped by to pay their respects. When they learned who your father was, they told him stories about you and sang your praises

Your second in command ended up taking control of your law firm and made sure your legacy was upheld, making sure that nothing changed and those that needed help could seek it out whether they had enough money or not

Despite the pain he felt, All Might couldn’t have been more proud of you, hearing how you helped people. But he still felt guilty, he has so many regrets, he wishes he would have been there for you, he wishes he had more memories, more pictures of you

Looking back, he doesn’t remember your first steps, he doesn’t remember hearing you call him dad for the first time, how much of your life did he miss out on, how much did it affect you? Were you only putting on a brave face for him? So much of your life, he doesn’t remember, and it breaks his heart to realize it

He looks back through all his photos of you and him together and manages to only find two. One of when you were a baby, taken at your mother’s insistence, and the other was taken by Grand Torino, of you at four years old wearing an All Might costume standing next to a cardboard cutout of him, posing in the same way

Looking through a photo album, he watches you grow up second hand, and it haunts him. Seeing how he failed as a father, how he wasn’t there, he never forgives himself for not being there for you, and as time passes on, his guilt stays with him, like a weight on his shoulders, never leaving him

[r0ttencandies]

Masky/Tim wright, general and nsfw hc’s!

Tw: gore/blood , stalking, dissociation, degradation, cum.. a lot of cum talk, marking, bdsm pushing, cnc, sexually paise, knife play, just freaky shit.

Tim sfw hc’s:

Definitely a chain smoker, going through atleast a pack a day.. upwards to 3 if incredibly stressed. (He prefers menthol)

Has a slight southern accent.

He’s a decently clean guy, keeping his home minimalist and avoids clutter. Everything neatly tucked away, each item having its own assigned spot.

He primarily listens to grunge music or country, just plain dad rock is his shit though.

He put on a constant ‘strong’ guy act, always taking care of everyone else, especially on mission. He’ll handle all the dirty work, acting like it doesn’t phase him (it does.)

Due to dissociation and forgetting what happens whenever he is masky, he isn’t even aware he works for slenderman /the operator. He’s aware of the man’s existence and hates him, actively trying to go against him.

He gets sick very easily, outside of the operator. Constantly catching colds due to overworking himself, but he recovers quickly as he just takes as much medicine as possible.

He drives in a beat up as suv, the paints chipped and covered in multiple dips.. he doesn’t give a shit.

He loves cooking and is pretty good at it, something he’s passionate about

He loves the fall, hates getting sunburned. (THAT BOY WHITE AS HELL)

He’s definitely a beer guy, he’ll take a coffee sometimes, always adding a bit of cream.

Keeps most mental challenges in his head. He sees a therapist regularly but only tells them the basics just enough to keep himself on medication.

Tim finds it hard to be in relationships, especially when it comes to talking about things that bother him.

Now on the other hand if he’s with a partner who’s understanding and patient he’s a straight lover boy.

He’s constantly buying his partners gifts and always helping them with task, it’s how he shows if love, if not praising and worshipping you lol.

He keeps a schedule, never really breaking it. (If it breaks, he’s not sleeping until everything is in order, though he already struggles with sleeping due to hallucinations and seizures.)

Covered in multiple different scars.. deep ones at that, he’s completely unaware where they came from.

If he does something bad to you as masky (sexual or not) he’s profusely apologizing and trying to make up for it.

Tim NSFW hc’s:

HES COVERED IN HAIR, happy trail, arm hair, chest hair.. he’s just a hairy boy (though he keeps his pubic hair nicely trimmed, keeping it clean.

Yk how I said he’s clean? He definitely isn’t in bed. His favorite thing to do with you is covering you in his cum, whether it’s in you or on.. he doesn’t care, he wants it to drip all down your sensitive skin.

He’s about 7 inches long, whatever you think he’s lacking in inches he’s got in girth, Atleast 4.5 inches around. He’s circumcised, with a bulbous tan tip.

He loves receiving, throat fucking you until he’s covered in drool and your eyes a swollen from crying.

He’s definitely a switch, though he is dominant leaning, enjoying making you squirm and beg, whether if it’s to his fingers, cock or toys he’ll used on you, he doesn’t care. He finds it adorable.

He loves foreplay, making you more needy for him is incredibly attractive to him.

He’s big on consent and always making sure you’re okay with everything.

He loves marking you, claiming you as his. Covering your chest, neck and thighs with bites and kisses.

He has a preference for any position he can see your face in, praising you the entire time.

He hates degrading (when he’s in the masky state this is different)

“You’re so pretty, hun. Taking me so well, aren’t you?”

A soft dom 100% (you always crave to his dominance though.

Thigh guy, but loves everything else.

Bros kinda a masochist when submissive.

He tends to snap out of it after multiple orgasms, noticing the mess and freaking out about it. He’ll rush to grab towels, and throw dirty sheets in the wash. ( almost forgetting about aftercare, that’s how much he’ll panic.)

His way of giving you aftercare is showering you in kisses, making you a warm meal and taking a shower with you, washing your body and hair.

Masky sfw hc’s:

He’s selectively mute in this state.

He’s genuinely so messy it’s not even funny (Tim hates this, thinking someone else did it)

He’s kinda a stalker, breaking into people’s homes in the middle of the night and just stares. (If he’s attracted to you, he’s admiring you, imagining being with you.)

He’s very aggressive and very strong, capable of lifting up to 400 pounds.

Masky is even more isolated in that mask, only being around the other proxies when needed.

Him and Toby have a brotherly relationship despite their differences and disagreements.

Masky never really feels too much physical pain, his brain just learned to numb it (this kicks Tim in the ass later on)

When he’s in this mindset, the word sleep doesn’t exist as he continues to roam around the forest even after mission.

He also doesn’t feel much emotional unless it’s obsession, anger or just plain blood thirsty.

Masky enjoys the act of murder and is fascinated by organs

Sometimes he loses his shit and just starts stabbing trees or throws shit.

He’s very careless with himself, barely eating or drinking.

Masky nsfw hc’s:

Yk how I said he loves to bite as Tim, well it’s worse in this state. He’ll break skin, sucking out a bit of the blood and enjoys the sensation of your muscles tensing and the taste of your sweet red fluid.

His favorite position as masky is doggy, he loves spanking you until your ass is bloodied from the friction and force of his hand.

HE LOVES PULLING YOUR HAIR AS WELL!! Pushing your head up towards him so he can hear your sweet moans closely.

This man’s stamina is crazy, going multiple rounds (definitely out lasting Tim.. )

If he’s doing his daily stalking, and if he’s obsessed with you (he most likely is) he’ll get turned on by your peacefully sleeping form, pawing at his cover length until he’s cumming in his pants.

If your his partner, he’s not asking for permission, he’s taking what he wants (he knows you’ll let him)

Not submissive in the slightest.

He’s a massive sadist, fucking you until you’re complete ruined with tears, your body sore and limp, and covered in blood and bruises.

Foreplay is almost nonexistent, he’ll play with your clit while fucking you though, just to insure you’re a bit cumming for him.

Degrading king

“Such a dirty slut, taking my dick like your life depends on it.”

He gets a sick kick out of placing knifes against your skin, making you fearful for his next more. (Though he’ll never hurt you too bad.)

He’s aggressive, pounding into you with so much force that it hurts sometime, making the whole bed shake.

He’ll just throw you around to be honest.

Back to back creampies, that’s the only way he’ll cum and you honestly have no say in it.

HE’S SO INTO BONDAGE OMFGG.. no seriously though he loves seeing your arms behind your back unable to fight him.

He loves having you gagged, enjoying how helpless you look.

His form of aftercare is cuddling and petting you until you pass out from exhaustion.

(GOD THIS WAS LONG AS FUCK, IM SORRY.. tho I hope you enjoyed :3 )