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hoshifighting · 6 months ago

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Pls give me never-jealous nonchalant bf! woozi getting triggered over y/n complimenting some other flirty man's voice at a party so they ended up having bathroom fun. Pls pls pls

nonchalant bf!woozi getting jealous and fucking you in the club

PREVIEW: “you think his voice’s pretty, huh?” he growled against your mouth. “wait till i’m moaning in your ear. bet you won’t think about his voice then.” you swear you almost blacked out right there. WARNINGS: smut, explicit language, degradation, rage sex, dirty talk, jealousy, penetrative sex, jihoon moaning, body fluids (cum), a bit of after care,

you didn’t think twice when the bartender slid both drinks across the counter, his smile a little too wide and his voice dripping in that syrupy charm that bartenders seemed to have on tap. he’d just finished explaining the entire menu to you like you were clueless—which, okay, you kinda were, but you could’ve done without the unnecessary flirting. whatever. you were polite, thanked him, and took your drinks to find jihoon.

the second you slid his glass onto the sticky table, you mentioned it casually. “the bartender’s got a pretty voice,” you said, not even sparing him a glance as you adjusted your skirt.

jihoon’s shoulders went rigid under his thin-ass shirt, so translucent it might as well be a goddamn window. his jaw ticked, and his eyebrows furrowed in that way that screamed i’m not jealous, but i’m absolutely fucking jealous. you could see it so clearly, like a red-hot thermometer climbing from his sneakers to the tips of his ears.

you kept talking like nothing happened, but internally, you were screaming. this wasn’t new—jihoon getting all worked up was practically a bi-weekly event—but every time he let his emotions slip? it was game over for you.

“babe,” he cut you off sharp as he grabbed your wrist, his palm burning against your skin. before you could even register what was happening, he was weaving you through the crowd, dragging you along like a man on a mission. his grip softened slightly when he remembered your ridiculous high heels, but he didn’t stop until he’d hauled you into the dingy club bathroom.

the second the door slammed shut, his lips were on yours, hot and furious. he kissed like he was trying to brand you, his hands greedy as they gripped your waist, then slid down to squeeze your ass.

“you think his voice’s pretty, huh?” he growled against your mouth. “wait till i’m moaning in your ear. bet you won’t think about his voice then.” you swear you almost blacked out right there.

“babe—”

his hand tangled in your hair, tugging it harshly enough to make your head tilt back. “nah, don’t stop now. keep talkin’ about other guys while i’m right here.”

your lipstick was completely fucked, smeared all over your mouth and probably his too. his other hand found your chest, fingers digging in just enough to make you gasp. you were melting, your panties already a lost cause.

“you’re so fucking easy, one kiss, and you’re dripping, hm? bet you’d let me fuck you right here if i wanted.”

before you could even catch your breath, his thigh slid between yours, pressing right on your cunt, making the wet panties slide uncomfortably through your folds. his grip on your hips was firm grounding you down against him.

“ride it.” his voice cutting through the haze clouding your brain.

your head snapped up, eyes wide in disbelief.

jihoon almost laughed at your stunned expression, the corner of his mouth twitching, but his grip on your hair tightened, yanking your face closer to his. “did i fucking stutter?” he bit out, his eyes blazing. “i said, ride. it.”

a shaky breath escaped you as you tried to move, but the friction was almost nothing. his thigh was solid beneath you, unyielding, and the way he watched you like he was eating every little reaction, made you almost embarrassed.

“that’s it,” he encouraged, his hands gripping your waist to guide your movements. “show me how bad you want it.”

you whimpered, head falling against his shoulder, the dirty bathroom and the muffled bass of the club fading into the background. jihoon leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “you’re suck a needy whore. getting off on my thigh like a desperate little thing. bet you’re soakingmy jeans right now.”

you couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped, loud and shameless, and jihoon groaned, his grip tightening. “yeah, that’s it. don’t hold back now. let everyone hear who’s making you feel this good.”

your fingers tangled in his hair, desperate and trembling, tugging hard enough to make him hiss. his reaction was immediate—his hands shot up to grab your wrists, pinning them against the edge of the sink, his grip firm but not cruel.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he growled, his chest pressing hard against yours as you arched into him, helpless and needy.

“jihoon,” you whimpered, your voice cracking as your face scrunched, tears threatening to spill. “i—i can’t—”

he paused, his jaw clenching as his eyes searched your face. “you can’t what?”

your lip quivered, your breath hitching as you choked out, “i need you. so bad, jihoon, it hurts.”

his expression shifted, his grip on your wrists loosening just slightly as he turned you around, pressing your chest against the sink. his hand slid down your back, as he kicked your legs apart. the panties were roughly pulled to the side. “then stop fucking whining and take it.”

the first thrust was brutal, and you cried out, your hands flying to grip the edge of the sink as the tears finally spilled over as your pussy couldn't even clench with the sudden penetration, your ears getting stuffed. jihoon groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he set a punishing pace.

“crying already? don’t tell me it’s too much.”

you sobbed when your mind came back, he yanked your hair, pulling your head back so he could see your face in the mirror. he watched the tears stream down your cheeks. “so fucking pretty when you cry.”

“hoon—!”

his teeth scraped against your ear cartilage, adn he bit down just hard enough to make you whimper, and then he exhaled—a low, shaky sound that turned into a soft moan, right in your ear.

his grip on your hair faltered for half a second, his strength stuttering, but he didn’t let go. instead, his moans got louder, the pitch rising with every thrust. they weren’t loud, but they were wrecked, so wrecked—whiny and breathless, like he was struggling to keep himself together.

“taking me so good—ah—fuck.”

you were gone. your vision blurred, spiraling in and out as the alcohol and pure lust made your knees buckle. every single one of his whiny, broken ah-ah’s sent a fresh wave of heat through your belly, clenching so hard around him it felt like you might snap.

his lips brushed your ear again, warm and damp, and he groaned—this high-pitched, desperate sound that had you dripping, the slickness already making a mess of your thighs. your breathing was ragged, chest heaving against the sink, and your legs were barely holding you up. if it weren’t for jihoon’s insane strength—his arm locked tight around your waist—you would’ve collapsed already.

“jihoon—” you sobbed, your voice weak, breaking apart at the edges. “i can’t—”

“yes, you can,” he growled, but then he moaned again, and it wasn’t just a sound. it was a melody—needy, and drawn out, his voice cracking in the middle like he couldn’t take it either.

you whimpered, your vision tunneling as the orgasm built, white-hot and relentless. your body trembled violently, your nails clawing at the edge of the sink.

“fuck, i can feel you,” he gasped, his voice strangled. “you’re so fucking close, aren’t you? you’re squeezing me so tight—shit—gonna come?”

and then he whined—the most broken, helpless sound you’d ever heard, right against your ear—and you completely fell apart. your body seized, a sob ripping from your throat as the orgasm crashed into your.

jihoon groaned, his voice cracking as he followed you, his thrusts erratic and desperate, his forehead pressed against your shoulder as he panted and moaned, completely destroyed by the way you fell apart for him.

cleaning up was almost comedic, if you weren’t both still reeling from the mess you’d made of each other. jihoon tried to reach for the shitty paper dispenser, one arm still holding your waist to keep you from sliding off the sink. your upper body was basically draped over the cold marble, your legs trembling so much you couldn’t stand without him.

“can you—shit—can you move?” his hand smoothed over your rumpled skirt, trying to fix it, but it was pointless.

you groaned, your cheek smushed against the your arm. “i literally can’t. my legs are fucking noodles.”

jihoon huffed a laugh, his breath still uneven. “guess you’ll just have to stay like that.”

someone knocked on the door, hard and impatient, and jihoon’s head snapped up, his brows furrowing. “occupied!” he barked, his voice sharp enough to make whoever it was pause. when the knocking didn’t stop, he rolled his eyes and snapped, “shut the fuck up! we’ll be out when we’re out.”

you let out a weak laugh, still sprawled over the sink. “god, you’re so aggressive.”

“yeah, well, they’re annoying...” he sulked.

finally, when your legs felt a little less like jelly, you managed to push yourself up, leaning heavily on him for support. jihoon grumbled under his breath, reaching for the paper again, and this time, he managed to grab a handful.

he crouched slightly, his hands surprisingly gentle as he wiped your thighs clean, his lips quirking into a smirk when you flinched. “still sensitive, hmm?”

“shut up,” you mumbled, swatting weakly at his shoulder.

once he’d done his best with the paper towels—which, honestly, wasn’t much—he stood up, brushing your skirt down and tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “you good?”

you nodded, still a little dazed but steady enough to manage. “yeah. i think.”

he hummed, his hand sliding down to rest on your hip as he opened the bathroom door, ignoring the dirty looks from the small line that had formed outside. “what?” he snapped, his glare daring anyone to say a word.

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i-dared-myself · 2 months ago

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Need For Nine Leads to Sick

Stray Kids x reader

Requested by anonymous: can you do a ninth member sick fic with skz? and like she physically cannot go on stage but is forced to and collapses?

It’s one of those days. You woke up with a scratchy throat, clammy skin, and a full bladder. The last one was easy to solve, but the first two required a bit more effort.

“Chan,” you whine nasally as you walk down the stairs. A sudden bout of dizziness makes you tumble the rest of the way down, landing in a heap at Chan’s feet.

“What the-“ Chan’s eyes widen in surprise before he kneels next to you. He helps you sit up, eyebrows furrowed. “Are you okay?”

“I’m sick,” you complain, groaning. “I don’t feel good.”

Chan frowns and lifts you to your feet. “How sick are we talking? Because we have a big performance today. For that awards show, remember?”

“No, I’ll be okay,” you tell him. You sniffle. “I’m going to go get some medicine now.”

Chan sighs and squeezes your shoulder before you wander off. You go to the cabinet where it’s stored, rifling through until you find the cold medicine.

“I heard you’re sick,” Hyunjin suddenly says from behind you, startling you. You nearly hit your head on the cabinet door.

“Yeah? And?” You hold the bottle up to see what the dosage is.

“Alright.” Hyunjin rolls up his sleeves. “Bend over.”

“Excuse me?” Your eyebrows shoot up and you take a step away from him. When he slides closer to you, your back hits the wall with the next backwards step you take.

“Gotta take your temperature to make sure you’re not just lying,” Hyunjin tells you with a roll of his eyes, as if it’s obvious. “So bend over. We only have a rectal thermometer.”

“Absolutely not!” you exclaim, darting past him. He tries to grab you before you can escape, but you duck under his arms.

Hyunjin chases you down the halls, effectively waking every other member. They all grumble as they stumble out of their rooms, confused to see you running from Hyunjin.

“Where are you going?” Felix asks as you sprint past him.

You ignore him and hide behind Changbin, dizzy from exertion. “Hide me? Please?”

Changbin throws his arms out protectively, narrowing his eyes at Hyunjin. “What are you doing?”

“Checking her for a fever,” Hyunjin says, holding up the thermometer. His eyes are locked on you.

Changbin shrugs and lifts you to put you down in from of Hyunjin. “Here you go.”

“Betrayal!” you hiss, fighting against his grip.

Hyunjin cackles, waving the thermometer around like a crazed maniac. He advances closer, but then, your hero arrives.

Jisung lunges in front of you, shielding you with his body. “Go! I’ll hold them off!”

Seungmin scoffs, appearing out of nowhere to press a hand to your forehead. “Wow, that’s a fever. And I didn’t even have to penetrate anyone for it.”

Minho pokes his head around the corner, eyes wide with surprise. “What the hell are you guys doing?”

“Not penetrating people,” Jisung carefully says, nodding confidently to himself.

Minho sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Let’s go. Chan and Jeongin are already waiting in the van.”

“I-“ you say before you’re being rushed to the van, your cold medicine forgotten. But you’re sure it’s fine.

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“Alright, people,” the stage manager loudly says, clapping his hands. “We have twenty minutes until we’re on!”

It’s a bustle of activity. Last minute changes to makeup and costumes, with chaos rampant as staff rush around. You’re feeling worse now, but know you don’t have a choice.

So why would you bring it up to someone? That would just worry them for no reason.

So you push past your sore throat, your aching head, and your stuffy nose. You sip at your water bottle, watching as Minho glares at his stylist.

“You don’t have to be so grumpy,” Jeongin tells Minho with a smile. “You’re scaring everyone.”

“Good,” Minho shortly says, scowling at everyone in the room.

“Changbin,” you whine as he passes by. “I don’t feel good.”

“Okay… Well we have to preform. Did the medicine not kick in?” Changbin touches your forehead gently. He hums to himself. “You feel warm still.”

“I forgot to take it,” you mumble.

Changbin winces, eyes flicking to the clock on the wall. “Did you bring it? Or maybe we could find some?”

“No, I’ll be okay,” you tell him. When he gives you an unsure look, you force a smile. “No, really! I was just complaining. I feel good though.”

“Alright.” Changbin pats your shoulder comfortingly before jogging over to Hyunjin.

You feel ill. You’re nauseous, light-headed, and still have a fever.

You’re slumped in the chair, an arm thrown over your eyes to block the intense light from impacting your headache. You’re dreading having to perform.

It’s getting worse with time. There’s an ache in your chest that’s forming as well, causing you to cough.

“Excuse me,” you say to the stage manager as he hurries by you. “Is there a way for me to not preform? We know the choreography for if someone is-“

“No,” he snaps, whipping his head around to glare at you. “We prepared for nine, and we’re going to get nine. So you’re going to get your ass on that stage, and you’re going to dance.”

You blink in surprise, nodding. “Yeah, okay. Of course. I’m sorry.”

He huffs and stomps away.

“Changbin,” you whine as he passes by. “I don’t feel good.”

“Okay… Well we have to preform. Did the medicine not kick in?” Changbin touches your forehead gently. He hums to himself. “You feel warm still.”

“I forgot to take it,” you mumble.

Changbin winces, eyes flicking to the clock on the wall. “Did you bring it? Or maybe we could find some?”

“No, I’ll be okay,” you tell him. When he gives you an unsure look, you force a smile. “No, really! I was just complaining. I feel good though.”

“Alright.” Changbin pats your shoulder comfortingly before jogging over to Hyunjin.

Eventually the time to file out onto stage comes. You trail after the others, falling into position. The music starts and you follow the choreography exactly.

Well, mostly exactly. You do stumble off to the side halfway through, turning your back to the cameras so they don’t see you dry-heaving.

Nothing comes up, thankfully, but tears still form as you cough. Your fingers curl around nothing as you try to level your breathing out.

The crowd gasps, all eyes turning to you. Minho slips over his own feet, which you know he’d never do. He practised too hard for this, and he messed up for you.

Seungmin kneels at your side, eyes wide with concern. “You’re okay. Breathe.”

A staff member waves from just offstage, trying to call you over. Seungmin helps you over to them and out of the audience’s view. You slump against the wall, head tipped back as you go through waves of dizziness.

You sit like that for minutes, although they feel like hours. You just want to go home and away from the loud music and bright lights. You want your bed and maybe some cuddles.

Finally, the show ends. Your group runs backstage, peering around for you before Seungmin guides them to where he left you. Jeongin inhales sharply, covering his mouth.

“Wow…” Hyunjin slowly says, taking in your clammy skin and glassy eyes. “You look…”

“Great,” Felix interjects, giving the others a pointed look. “You look fantastic. I can’t even tell that you’re sick.”

“Why are you lying?” Minho asks. “You’re not even good at it. She obviously looks-“ He’s elbowed by Changbin and stops talking.

“Are you ready to go home?” Chan softly asks, forehead creased with worry. When you nod, he waits for you to stand before handing you a water bottle.

Jisung talks as you go to the van. He describes how worried he was when you collapsed, and how much attention the crowd gave to you. You’re not really reassured by that, but it’s nice to know people care.

As soon as you get home, Felix is grabbing the cold medicine. He pours you the correct dosage and hands it to you.

You cringe at it. “What if… What if I just tough this out? Like, who really needs medicine.”

“Take it,” Seungmin insists.

Chan crosses his arms, raising an eyebrow at you. “Come on. You’ll feel better once it’s in your system.”

You groan, but swallow it down. You pull a face at the taste before you’re being shooed to your room.

Jeongin lays out a set of pyjamas for you, patting them gently. “Let’s get you changed, okay?”

You grumble but go off to the bathroom to change. When you get back, they’re all smushed together on your bed.

There’s really not enough room for all of them, and there’s a lot of pushing and shoving going on. Changbin gets Seungmin in a headlock, much to your amusement.

“Alright, get out of here,” you rasp, clearing your throat with a cough. When they don’t move, you wave your hands at them. “I need rest.”

“Yes, and I need cuddles.” Jisung spreads his arms. “So get over here.”

You crawl into the bed as well, sorting through the writhing mass of bodies to lay your head on your pillow. At least you think it’s your pillow, until it shifts.

“You’re going to make my arm fall asleep,” Minho grumbles, trying to tug his limb away. But your eyes are drooping and you’re comfortable. And because he’s the big softie that he is, he lets you stay like that as you drift to sleep.

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bby-boy-matt · 2 years ago

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Imagining my Dom taking me to a doctor because they're worried about me touching myself all the time.

I protest, but there's nothing I can do and once the Dom promises me a reward if I'm a good boy, I am sold on the idea. In the doctor's office, the Dom comes with me and tells the doctor about my problem while I'm sitting there, fiddling with my shirt, unable to look away from the floor.

The doctor then has me undress, and my Dom gives me a threatening look when I hesitate before removing my boxers as well. I'm told to climb up onto the stirrups, and before I can react, the doctor fastens belts around my arms, legs and stomach so I won't be able to move. "Just a precaution," he says, as he roughly shoves a large thick thermometer inside my ass, making me yelp, "We don't want him moving around too much during the check-up". He takes out a measuring tape and measure my tdick, and double checks before measuring it again. "That is really small, even for a man like him - or should I say boy, looking at the size of this?" My dom laughs a little, and I try to squirm. My cock is already fully erect, as big as it can get, and hearing the doctor say this makes me want to close my legs, but they're securely fastened to be spread wide in the stirrups.

The doctor starts rubbing my chest, and I gasp as he harshly twists and rolls my nipples - already erect from the cold - between his fingers. "His sensitivity here seems to be normal," the doctor notes, eyeing my tcock - still hard, but not reacting much. "But if you want, it can be increased with time." He moves to rub and press on my stomach, and once he's done with that, forcefully grabs the thermometer that has been inside me this whole time and takes it out, leaving my hole convulsing around nothing. "Looks like he needs something back here," the doctor moves his fingers under my tcock to cover them in my slick, and roughly starts fingering me with two of his fingers, noting how my tcock twitches every time he goes deeper. "Does he experience penetration often, or does he mostly pleasure himself with touching this... Shrimp?" The doctor asks, letting his free hand gently rub my tdick. My Dom shakes their head, "I've been busy lately and haven't penetrated him much, he mostly rubs himself for pleasure." I'm about to come, and the doctor notices it as I clench myself around his fingers. "What a needy, naughty boy, trying to come without permission," he takes out his fingers and cruelly pinches the head of my tiny sensitive tcock between his fingernails, making me howl.

"I think I see the problem. It's not healthy for boys with tiny cocks to rub themselves too much, it makes them forget their discipline and can even hurt them. I have just the perfect solution for you," The doctor goes and takes an ice cube from a freezer in his office to press it against my tcock, making it deflate and shrink even more until you can barely see it's there. Then, he takes out a small metal device - a tiny, minuscule solid cage - and fastens it against my body with soft rope so it presses tight against my tcock. I whine, desperately looking at my Dom who seems to be thoroughly enjoying this.

The doctor motions for him to come over once he's done. "This device should stop him from getting hard - boys with small cocks can't really control themselves when they're hard, this is the easiest solution. I'll give you a lock and a key so only you can undo the ropes. In the meanwhile, make sure to have him penetrated at least once per day, a toy or a plug will do. That way he'll learn to cum just from being penetrated, since it's such a pain to try and rub something this small."

I'm still wet and desperate as we leave, and the doctor tells us to come back in 2 weeks to see my progress. For some reason, I feel my tcock futilely try to harden already as we get home - but the cage painfully presses against it, and all I can do is rub the smooth metal and whine. My Dom smiles at me, starting to take off their pants. "You heard what the doctor said. It's time for me to give you a special medicine."

This is going to be a very long and frustrating 2 weeks.

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justwinginglife · 11 months ago

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Love your fics so much!!! And your writings!! Can you do one where dense reader thinks she’s getting sick and checks herself into a hospital as she mistakes falling in love symptoms an illness and accidentally confesses to soshiro she’s in love with him “you doofus it sounds like your in love with me” 😍

Ahh thanks so much! I appreciate your support. Also this is the cutest prompt EVER. I love it. Thanks for sending!

A Case Of The Butterflies

You'd been sick many times before, but never in your life had you ever had such a ridiculous, confusing, selective fever. Your heart rate would spike, your temperature would increase, your sweat would drip, your lungs would ache, but only at certain times. Only in certain moments around a certain person. You started to wonder if maybe Soshiro Hoshina was sick as well.

It seemed that every time he was around you, you had a flare-up and you just knew you had to be catching whatever he had.

At first, you tried avoiding him, which relieved your original symptoms but caused a new one to surface- your chest would start hurting if he wasn't nearby. You figured it was heartburn. A severe case. You wondered if it was some sort of lotion or cologne that he was wearing that soothed the throbbing in your chest, so you kept asking him what it was that he wore. He was thoroughly amused and gladly procured a list for you, saying he was excited for you to smell like him. After you tried every single product and had no results to show for it, you decided to just stay by his side. You weren't sure what about him soothed the pain inside you, but it worked so you clung to him like you were his shadow.

When you started wearing a mask around him -it was your poor attempt at resisting whatever sickness he had passed onto you- it further entertained him to no end. He thought you looked cute with it on. Though he did miss your pretty face, as he frequently told you. In the end, you gave up on the mask, your symptoms just as intense with them as they were without them. Whatever condition the two of you shared, it was strong, and it penetrated any barriers.

You wondered if you should just give in to your ailment. If it was hopeless. If you should just let the sickness seep into your bones, take hold of your muscles, infect your bloodstream, fill every inch of your lungs. And then, you wondered if it was possible for you to build up a resistance to this disease.

Thus began a long series of ridiculous experiments aimed at building a better understanding of your condition.

Hoshina got quite the laugh out of watching you slowly inch towards him, your eyes trained on your smart watch, monitoring just how high your heart rate jumped and at what length from him it did so. It turned out your heart rate was always abnormally high when he was in the same room as you, but any form of contact with him was what sent it into a frenzy. Even if that contact was just his breath on your skin from a few inches away, or his gaze penetrating yours. He didn't have to be literally touching you, his presence did enough damage.

This puzzled you further and so your experiments continued.

Next, you paced around him with a thermometer in your mouth to deduce how his proximity affected your temperature. Just like with your heart rate, the closer you got to him, the more feverish you were. You hurriedly jotted your results down in your notebook, which resulted in a smirk from him, but he allowed you to continue anyway. He was very easygoing and didn't mind the random trials you put him through, but more than that, he just loved an excuse to spend time with you. So he encouraged your experiments, told you that you couldn't rest until you got to the bottom of this. He had no idea what you were trying to get to the bottom of, but he supported it fully.

Then one day, completely by accident, you stumbled upon the interesting discovery that you slept better when he was nearby and even your dreams were significantly more pleasant when you had interacted with him right before you dozed off. You had been studying beside him in the library, searching for more evidence to backup your research, when your exhaustion took hold of you rather suddenly. He smiled at you and gently rubbed your arm, telling you to take a nap and he'd wake you up when the library closed. You had the most wonderful dreams of your entire life after that.

How could one man be so disease-inducing and yet his very presence soothed you to no end?

You wondered what the prognosis was for such a severe condition. Would you be stuck with this feeling for the rest of your life? Or would you be dead tomorrow, your heart overloaded from the sheer intensity of it all.

It was that train of thought that led you through the hospital doors, anxious to get yourself checked in posthaste. You rattled off your symptoms, leaving out one very important detail (that it was only around Hoshina that you experienced these things). The amount of symptoms you were experiencing, the severity of them, and the frequency in which you were experiencing them concerned the hospital staff and you were rushed in with some urgency.

The nurses performed all sorts of extensive testing on you and you patiently waited for the results.

Suddenly you got a text on your phone.

It was Hoshina. Again. Ever since he got your number, he'd been abusing the privilege, eagerly messaging you any chance he got. At this point, if he didn't spam you, you were concerned.

What you up to and can I join?

Your heart pounded rapidly in your chest and you wondered if maybe he didn't need to be near you after all to transfer his sickness.

Just in the hospital. You sent the text as if it was no big deal.

I'm sorry, WHAT?

Hospital. Can't you read?

No, I got that. Why? What's going on? Never mind, I'm coming to find you.

You texted him back repeatedly, telling him you were fine, just a little under the weather, and he didn't need to worry. He didn't care. Within a few minutes, he came crashing through the door to your room.

He collapsed on the ground, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He must've run here.

You bent down to get a good look at him and, feeling your presence, he gazed up at you, a shaky smile spreading across his face as sweat dripped from his forehead. He definitely ran here. What an idiot. What a sweet, sweet idiot.

"Are..." He panted, "Are you o-okay?"

You laughed. "Are you okay? You look like you just ran a marathon."

He chuckled, wiping the sweat from his brow. "And so what if I did? You said you were in the hospital- I was worried."

You shrugged. "I think I've just got some weird cold or something."

He raised an eyebrow at you. "Some cold. And that's why you're in the hospital? Are you dying??"

You flushed, suddenly self-conscious. You didn't know if you should tell him. But he was one of your closest friends. And you knew he'd be as supportive as he could be about your condition; he did just run the whole way here. It's not like he'd laugh at you.

So you told him everything.

He did laugh. He laughed so hard he rolled around on the floor, holding his sides.

You rolled your eyes at him. "What's so funny?"

"Darling, I love you."

You choked. "S-sorry, w-what?"

“The heart palpitations. Feeling sick to your stomach but also feeling even worse when we’re not near each other. Difficulty breathing. Feeling warm, too warm, like you’ve swallowed the sun. I feel all that too. Because I’m in love with you. And, I think, you’re in love with me too- you doofus.”

You blinked. Then, as his words sank in, your face turned a bright shade of red and you buried yourself underneath the sheets.

He tugged at the blanket. “Oh come now, you can’t hide from me. Let me love you, let me love all your troubles away.”

You clenched the fabric tight in your trembling hands. “Could you maybe love me a little quieter? I’m busy being embarrassed.”

He laughed and yanked the blanket down all the way so he could fully take in the sight of your flushed cheeks. “And why would I ever do that? I plan to love you as loud as I possibly can, especially now that I know you love me back. So what do you say, be my girlfriend?”

You bit your lip but you couldn’t hold back your smile. “Only if you get me out of here before I have to confess my shame and humiliation to the doctor.”

He grinned. “It would be my honor to break you out, my darling girlfriend.” He kissed your hand, kissed up your arm, up your neck, and then finally pressed a kiss to your lips.

Then he scooped you up in his arms and took off with you.

Years later, even after countless romantic dates and wonderful adventures together, Hoshina still counts your first date as him smuggling you out of the hospital, stealing a couple things of jello on the way out, and splitting them with you in the getaway car.

#soshiro hoshina #kaiju no. 8 #soshiro hoshina x reader #hoshina #anime #hoshina x reader #oneshot #hoshina soshiro x reader #anime fanfic #han's library

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39,5°C (Fever) (m) | pjm

*this is a re-upload since I deleted my old account 🫣

When you get sick you want three things; rest all day, eat your comfort food and have as many orgasms as you can.

→ Pairing: Jimin x reader (female) → AUs: non idol!au → Genre(s): smut, fluff if you squint → Trope(s): established relationship → Rating: mature/explicit/R18 (this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact.) → Word count: 6.2k → warnings + triggers: explicit smut in the form of, masturbation (female), fingering, nipple sucking/play, unprotected penetration (they are in a established relationship, but please use protection irl), some cock warming, a lot of orgasms, fucking while sick, OC is so fucking needy and desperate and Jimin just wants to please her. → Author’s note: I get incredibly horny when I have a fever, so this idea popped into my head 😇 My husband calls it “fever horny” 🤣 I’m so sorry, am I the only who’s like this? �� For my 100th follower milestone, I give you this; enjoy 💜 → Read on AO3? [link]

Morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft hues as you slowly roused from sleep.

Blinking away the remnants of dreams, you stretched languidly, only to realize that the warmth next to you, Jimin, was absent.

Confusion furrowed your brow, a dull ache throbbing at your temples. It was as if your mind was wading through a fog, struggling to piece together the events leading up to this moment.

A damp sensation beneath you snapped your senses awake.

Panic fluttered in your chest as you registered the wetness on the bed.

Your skin prickled with discomfort, a blend of clammy sweat and shivers that chased each other up and down your spine. Hot and cold sensations mingled, creating a disorienting dance across your flesh. Your body trembled and you felt a surge of arousal run to your core, a telltale sign of a fever.

A hand to your forehead confirmed your suspicions - heat radiated from your skin, the feverish touch undeniable. The realization sent a sinking feeling through you, an unwelcome interruption to your routine.

You contemplated checking your temperature, not just to provide a concrete reason for your absence from work, but also to validate the intensity of what you were experiencing.

With a resigned sigh, you fumbled for the thermometer, its cool surface a stark contrast to your fevered skin.

As you watched the numbers climb, anxiety held its breath alongside you. 39,5 degrees Celsius glared back, a glaring testament to your body’s turmoil. ‘Yikes’ barely covers the magnitude of this fever, the word echoing like an alarm in your mind.

Reluctantly, you reached for your phone, fingers dancing over the screen to dial your workplace.

Explaining your condition to your boss felt like admitting defeat, you were rarely sick, a palpable sensation of vulnerability washing over you. The conversation passed in a blur, your voice sounding distant even in your own ears as you negotiated the details of your sick leave.

Once the call ended, you were left with the weight of the day ahead - or rather, the weight of what wouldn’t be. You really love your damn office job. Resignation settled in as you acknowledged that rest was your sole agenda.

This was no mere inconvenience; it was a mandate from your own body, an uncompromising insistence on self-care.

Your thoughts drift through a dense fog, each one a weighty presence that seems to slow time itself.

Amidst this mental haze, a singular desire emerges, commanding your attention like a beacon in the darkness; to get off.

When you get sick, you’re out of commission, but Jimin possesses remarkable resilience, bouncing back from ailments with an almost enviable speed. He might slow his pace a tad, yet he’s soon up and running again, his vigor only temporarily dimmed.

However, your own journey through illness is an entirely different narrative. When illness casts its shadow upon you, it’s as if the world grinds to a halt - a relentless fog that blankets your thoughts and body.

You only want three things really; rest all day, eat your comfort food and have as many orgasms as you can.

It’s a craving that rises like a tempest, demanding to be acknowledged.

The desire for intimacy, for the warmth and connection that only your boyfriend can provide, becomes a beacon in the haze of your illness. It’s a need that fluctuates in intensity, an ebb and flow that mirrors the unpredictable nature of your symptoms.

In a daze, you squeeze your thighs together while dirty fantasies run through your mind.

Determinedly, you set your sights on the first craving: a day of uninterrupted rest.

As the world outside continues its bustling rhythm, you cocoon yourself in a cocoon of blankets, the soft embrace of your bed a sanctuary from the demands of the day. A season of your cherished TV show flickers on the screen before you, its familiar characters and storylines a comforting companion in this isolated respite.

Yet, even the most captivating narrative can’t entirely distract from the persistent itch of restlessness. As episodes blur into one another, you find your mind wandering, the confinement of your surroundings reflecting the confines of your own body.

The hours stretch, each minute an elastic band tugging at your patience.

The promise of comfort food beckons like a siren’s call, and soon, the aromatic allure of pizza fills the room.

You indulge in its cheesy embrace, the combination of flavors a temporary reprieve from both your physical discomfort and the monotony of your confinement. The first bite is a symphony of sensations - crisp crust giving way to a burst of savory satisfaction, a moment of bliss that lingers on your taste buds. But even indulgence has its limits.

As the pizza slices dwindle and the ice cream follows suit, the novelty wanes, leaving behind a subtle undertone of longing. You try navigating the vast expanse of social media, but it yields little in the way of fulfillment, each swipe a fleeting encounter with curated lives that only serve to amplify the quiet void within.

Your energy reserves are far too depleted to muster the focus required for anything more substantial.

In time, you discover yourself reclined upon the bed’s embrace, solitary in Jimin’s absence, your eyes are gently shut, a willing surrender to the world’s demands, while the low sensual R&B beats of your beloved ‘dirty hoe’ Spotify playlist weave a cocoon around your senses, cradling you in a symphony of horny melodies on an endless loop.

You rub your thighs together and get lost in the bliss of the feeling. You’ve got nothing to do. Might as well do yourself.

Your fingers glaze the top of your panties, digging deeper until you reach the spot just over your clit.

Rubbing circles on your clothed clit, you spread your legs and throw your head back into the bed, already feeling the beginning of an arousal. You can’t help the sweet noises that escape your mouth, as you roll your hips in search of more friction.

You press harder on your clit, imagining it’s Jimin’s hands instead of yours, knowing that he would be able to make you climax in a matter of minutes.

Pinching your clit, you let out a high pitched moan as you feel the knot in your stomach forming.

Images of Jimin flash before your eyes, him kissing you deliciously, fucking you like it was the last time.

Beads of sweat gather along the precipice of your hairline, a glistening testament to the fevered symphony playing out within.

Each breath you draw is a ragged melody, a reminder of the battle your body wages against the searing heat that courses through you. You set a fast pace, rubbing mindlessly, as you pant for air.

Almost there, you can feel it coming.

In frustration, you pinch your clit again and come undone with a scream of Jimin’s name.

Your body thrashes around the bed, as you come down from your climax.

Your thoughts wade through a dizzying haze, an intricate labyrinth where clarity is but a fleeting visitor. Meanwhile, your body becomes a canvas of discomfort, a sticky and clammy landscape painted by the relentless brushstrokes of sweat.

You register an uncomfortable wetness between your legs, and discard your soaked panties to the floor.

Your body remains a furnace, its warmth radiating through every fiber as you continue to draw breath in ragged gasps. Seeking relief, you shift onto your stomach, a desperate attempt to find a position that might offer some respite.

Your hand gropes beneath the pillow, finding the cool touch of your phone. Fingers trembling slightly, you navigate to Instagram in pursuit of distraction, a temporary escape from the confines of your condition.

Yet, the respite is fleeting, evaporating like mist in the face of a relentless sun. Your desires surge once more, a hunger that refuses to be quelled. The allure of the digital world fades in comparison to the voracious craving that commands your attention, rendering your attempts at diversion feeble and futile.

You surrender to the tempest within, rolling onto your back as your hands traverse the landscape of your fevered body, fingers tracing the contours of your clammy skin.

They land on your already pebbled nipples, and you give them a hard tug, moaning and rolling your hips mindlessly.

Jimin's cotton shirt adheres to your skin like a second layer, a tactile reminder of the stickiness that has become an unwelcome companion.

With a sudden resolve, you sit up, a surge of urgency propelling you as you shed the shirt in a swift motion, the fabric slipping away like the bonds of discomfort being cast aside.

In a matter of seconds, your hands return to your breast, cupping them like Jimin usually does.

Your fingers run over your nipples again, and you feel a tingle run down your spine. As you tug and pinch your nipples, you imagine it’s Jimin doing it.

The way he would lick your perked buds, occasionally giving them a light bite has your walls clenching around nothing.

You moan, thinking about the pleasure Jimin usually delivers to you with his plush and wet tongue.

One of your hands leaves your breast to travel down to your throbbing naked pussy.

Spreading your legs, you find your clit and give it a few rubs.

Your fingers glide easily, as your clit is covered in your earlier orgasm. Your fingers travel down to your folds, opening yourself up more.

Sticking one of your fingers into your warm cunt is easy with the insane amount of arousal pooled there.

You groan in pleasure, as you stick another finger into your clenching hole.

Rolling your hips, you begin to fuck yourself as your other hand is pinching and tugging a nipple.

Once more, a hazy fog blankets your thoughts, veiling your mental landscape in a disorienting mist.

In this moment, your deepest wish unfurls - a longing for Jimin’s presence, his soothing touch, the steady rhythm of his breath and the unfaltering warmth of his embrace to tether you amidst the turbulence of your body’s rebellion.

The feeble attempt you make to alleviate your distress pales in comparison to the soothing magic that Jimin's touch possesses. It's a stark reminder of the chasm between your efforts and his unparalleled comfort.

Nonetheless, in this interim of absence, your makeshift remedy will have to suffice, bridging the gap between your yearning for relief and the eventual embrace of his return.

You think about Jimin fucking you with his thick cock, stretching your pussy deliciously.

Hitting your g-spot, and thrusting into you with fervor, while his balls hit your folds. The imagination, a force as potent as it is relentless, takes hold of you with unyielding fervor, reducing the barriers between reality and desire to mere dust.

In its wake, you sense the foundations of your resolve begin to erode, like cliffs succumbing to the relentless assault of waves.

Squelching sounds fill the room, as you finger yourself frantically, searching for another release.

A palpable tension simmers, coiling like a slumbering tempest just beneath the fragile surface of your composure and when the image of Jimin fucking you gets too much, you moan loudly as another orgasm coats your walls.

Your chest rises and falls in desperate rhythms, each breath a struggle as you labor to coax your body into a state of surrender.

A gnawing sense of insufficiency takes root, an undeniable truth that settles like an ache in the core of your being.

Compelled to fill this void, you reach for your laptop, your fingers dancing across the keyboard to unearth a video - a cherished artifact of you and Jimin.

As the footage unfolds before you, you stick your fingers into your already drenched pussy again.

As the symphony of sounds spills forth, a captivating crescendo that weaves through the air, your gaze becomes ensnared by the screen's luminous embrace, you fuck yourself again, while you rub your clit with your other hand.

“Ah, Y/N, you’re so tight! You’re taking me so well.” Jimin's voice pours forth, a mellifluous cascade that saturates the room, its dulcet tones mingling with the very air you breathe, a sweet intoxication that leaves you hovering on the edge of delirium, rolling your eyes while you search for yet another release.

You add another finger into your throbbing pussy as the screen shows Jimin fucking you from behind.

A moan leaves your lips, mixing with squelching sounds from your pussy and the obscene sounds from the laptop.

“This pussy was made for me, ah.” video Jimin says followed with a slap to your ass.

Your pussy clenches around your fingers. Your clit is throbbing with your fast rubbing on it and you insert another finger into your cunt, finally feeling a small stretch.

You feel your orgasm approaching rapidly, with the images of your home made porn playing before your hooded eyes unraveling you.

“Fuck! I’m coming!” and then you’re orgasming to the sound and visual of Jimin releasing inside your warm and spent pussy.

Your body throbs with a weary cadence, each pulse echoing the exhaustion that courses through you, leaving you feeling spent, both physically and emotionally.

The discomfort intensifies, a relentless reminder of your sticky, sweat-slicked state that clings to you like an unwelcome second skin, refusing to relent.

You draw in ragged breaths, your lungs yearning for air as you hastily halt the video's playback, the sudden cessation of sound echoing the turbulence within your chest.

Tired, you envelop yourself in the gentle glow of the screen, as you dive into another episode of your treasured TV series. You lay in your bed, naked, with only the covers draping your legs.

The door’s soft creak heralds Jimin’s return, his presence a soothing balm to the quietude that has wrapped itself around you.

As his eyes fall upon your prone form nestled within the sheets, his gaze deepens with understanding - silent communication that transcends words.

Without a syllable spoken, he knows about your illness.

A gentle smile dances at the corners of his lips, a mixture of concern and affection that paints his features. His voice, warm and tender, breaks the silence, the words like a soft caress against your weary senses.

“How many, baby?”

The question hangs in the air, laden with a delicate balance of worry and steadfast promise that he’s here to shoulder the burden of your discomfort alongside you.

With the mere entrance of Jimin's presence, a subtle electric current courses down the length of your spine, a tingling sensation that dances between the realms of anticipation and recognition, as you rub your thighs together and bite your lip, “Three.”

A gentle chuckle escapes from his plush lips, a melodic sound that unfurls like a whisper of warmth, as he strides toward the bed and eases down beside you, his presence a soothing balm to your discomfort.

“You know it’s a vital part of my self-care ritual whenever fever pays me a visit,” you protest, your lips pursing in a playful pout that hints at a mixture of defiance and endearing vulnerability.

“Yeah, I know about your fever horniness,” his laughter erupts with a resonant force, a vibrant symphony that reverberates through his entire being, yet his approach is marked by a smirk that dances across his lips, an alluring blend of amusement and intention.

“What do you need, baby?”

His finger traces a tantalizing path over the sensitive expanse of your ass and thighs, each touch akin to a lightning bolt of sensation that ignites a perilous shiver, sending a cascade of exhilaration down the length of your spine. In its wake, a fresh wave of desire surges, pooling on your pussy.

A gulp tightens your throat, a visible testament to the sudden intensity of the moment, while your breath catches in your chest, a gasp that hangs in the charged air like an unspoken invitation, “Your dick and your tongue.”

“Hmmm, I don’t know,” a playful smirk graces his lips, a mischievous expression that hints at a secret understanding, as his touch traces a tantalizing path along the contours of your waist as he feels his dick throb with want.

“You started without me,” he utters the words in a mock pout, his tone a blend of teasing and longing, as his fingers dip down to your pussy with deliberate intent, trailing a path that ignites a symphony of sensations.

You raise your hips in search of more of his touch.

“I’m sorry. But I couldn’t wait…” A frustrated whimper escapes your lips, a raw sound that encapsulates the intensity of your desires and the ache for more.

You just want to get off again.

“I know, baby. You probably did so good by yourself, huh?”

His gaze drinks in the contours of your naked form, an appreciative hunger that's palpable, causing goosebumps to rise like a symphony across the landscape of your skin.

“Not as good as when you touch me. I need your touch, Jimin.”

In a voice etched with ragged urgency, you plead, the words a raw testament to the overwhelming desire that courses through you, while your lustful eyes blink rapidly, revealing the depth of your need.

He seizes a generous handful of your ass, an electrifying touch that sends shockwaves of pleasure reverberating through your being. In response, you groan, your very essence melting under the mastery of his hands, reduced to pliable putty that he molds with deliberate expertise.

You open your legs invitingly, showing him your glistening pussy, “Won’t you come taste me?”

A teasing flick of his tongue moistens his lips, a gesture loaded with an unspoken promise, as he inches closer to you, his presence a tantalizing magnetism that sends anticipation crackling through the air.

His form hovers over yours, a suspended moment pregnant with the weight of desire and the thrill of what's to come.

“Since you asked so nicely.”

In a voice dipped in seductive tones, he murmurs the words, a sultry invitation that hangs in the charged space between you, as he positions himself on his knees.

The fabric of his shirt yields to his skilled fingers, sliding off his form in a fluid motion that reveals the sculpted contours of his body, each movement a declaration of intent. His bare chest emerges into view, an arresting sight that captures your gaze and holds it captive, a canvas painted with the contours of his sculpted form.

Your eyes trace the lines of his delicious abs, his ‘Nevermind’ tattoo, a visual feast that leaves you with an insatiable hunger, and your fingers, guided by a magnetic pull, begin to explore his torso with a reverent touch.

He leans in with a calculated grace, his intent clear in the intensity of his gaze, as both of his hands find the curves of your breasts, his palms cupping them with a touch that conveys possession and longing.

A moan of pleasure escapes your lips, a raw sound that encapsulates the exquisite sensation that courses through you, as his hands remain a source of warmth on your fevered form, a stark contrast that heightens the sensory journey.

An involuntary surge of sensation propels your body, causing your back to arch with a fervent response, an unspoken invitation for more of his touch, as he begins to roll your nipples.

He leans his head down, giving a nipple a quick lick before he captures it in his warm mouth. He sucks lightly at first, while he pinches your other nipple.

The melodic cadence of your sounds forms an intoxicating symphony, an improvised composition that resonates in the charged air, while a surge of arousal courses through you, electrifying your senses and heightening the fervor of the moment.

One of Jimin's hands embarks on an exploratory journey down the landscape of your body, a purposeful exploration that leads to your pussy, where his touch transforms into an unyielding grasp, squeezing your clit with a deliberate force that ignites a symphony of pleasure-pain.

You release a crescendo of uninhibited sounds, each one a testament to the exquisite sensitivity that courses through you, a maelstrom of sensations amplified by the presence of your already three orgasms.

His fingers, a skillful symphony of touch, bestow a few tantalizing rubs to your clit, a prelude to the main act that follows.

With deliberate intent, he slides a finger into the depths of your wet pussy, each movement a rapturous dance that sends shockwaves of pleasure through your every nerve ending.

“So wet,” a chuckle, laced with both amusement and desire, escapes his lips, the room now painted with an intimate soundscape as the squelching echoes through the air.

His single finger, a masterful conductor of sensations, explores the depths of your being, each thrust a declaration of intent that creates a symphony of pleasure only the two of you share.

He returns to his skilled ministrations sucking on one of your nipples, a sensation that unfurls like a velvet caress, while his other hand continues its purposeful exploration, working to fuck you open with a deliberate determination that merges pleasure with a heady sense of anticipation.

A surge of urgency courses through you, compelling your hips to roll with a fervent rhythm, an instinctive dance that strives to align with his thrust, seeking a nexus where desire and connection intertwine in a symphony of shared pleasure.

He skillfully introduces a second finger into the equation, his touch an intricate dance that navigates the canvas of your pussy with purposeful intent.

His quest becomes a search for the elusive spot that ignites a cascade of sensations, a treasure trove of pleasure concealed within the intricate pathways of your body.

Your breaths escape in ragged bursts, a symphony of urgency that fills the air, each inhalation a desperate attempt to quench the growing fire within.

As your chest heaves, you huff for air, the oxygen a lifeline that barely keeps pace with the tumultuous pace of your desires, all while a knot of anticipation tightens in the pit of your stomach, a tangible reminder of the impending climax.

A third finger joins the symphony of sensation, a deliberate intrusion that causes your pussy to clench around him, an involuntary reaction that amplifies the intensity of the moment.

The palpable tightness he encounters tells him that you're teetering on the precipice of release, a knowledge that fuels his own desire.

With the dexterity born of desire, his free hand embarks on an exploratory journey, seeking out your other breast with a determined touch.

His fingers dance with a skilled grace, deftly rolling its nipple, each movement a calculated rhythm that weaves an intoxicating tapestry of sensations, a tactile duet that resonates through your being.

“It’s so good, Jimin!” a gasp, unfiltered and primal, escapes your lips, the sound a testament to the exquisite pleasure that courses through you, as you endeavor to arch your back, an instinctual response that seeks to press your body into the electrifying path of his touch.

A low, reverberating hum escapes his lips, a resonant vibration that sends ripples of pleasure through your breast, the intimate connection between his mouth and your body forging a sensory bridge that defies words.

Meanwhile, his fingers continue their masterful dance, striking your elusive spot with a relentless rhythm that sets your senses ablaze with each deliberate touch.

You feel it coursing through your body like a surge of electric intensity, each nerve ending awakening in a symphony of sensation.

Your toes curl involuntarily, a physical manifestation of the overwhelming pleasure that radiates from within.

Your hands seize Jimin's hips with a fervent grip, an anchor in the tempest of ecstasy as you succumb to the cascade of release, a moan escaping your lips like a melody, a reverberating chord that sounds eerily like his name.

You pant, your breath a delirious cadence that echoes the crescendo of sensations that have washed over you.

Your body basks in the radiant afterglow of a fourth orgasm, a testament to the heights of pleasure scaled throughout the day, each peak and valley etched into your memory like an intricate map of desire.

Jimin's gaze rests upon you, his eyes hooded with a potent blend of desire and satisfaction, a witness to the tableau of your body's unraveling beneath the skilled ministrations of his hands and mouth.

In this intimate exchange, unspoken understanding flows between you, a language woven from shared pleasure and the unbreakable bond you share.

The depth of his affection knows no bounds, a love that transcends the ordinary and propels him to the edges of devotion. For you, he's willing to traverse any distance, cross any threshold, and brave any challenge.

His heart beats in harmony with yours, a melody of adoration that echoes through the moments you share, an unwavering testament to the lengths he'll go to ensure your happiness and well-being.

He rises onto his knees with an irresistible allure, shedding the confines of his pants and boxers in a fluid motion that unveils his already hardened dick.

The air seems to crackle with anticipation, the atmosphere thickening as his form becomes a portrait of primal need and unabashed vulnerability.

Your tongue darts out, an instinctual gesture that moistens your lips in a silent anticipation that hangs in the charged space between you, a silent agreement forged by desire.

“Gawd. It’s so beautiful.”

You say, the words a sultry whisper that hangs in the air like a secret promise, a declaration of intent that sets the stage for what's to come.

Your hand reaches out, fingers wrapping around his cock with a teasing touch, each stroke a deliberate dance that fuels the fire of desire between you.

Jimin's chuckle, a featherlight sound that dances through the charged atmosphere, becomes an auditory caress that sends shivers down your spine.

His form hovers over you, a poised predator basking in the thrill of the chase, the air practically crackling with the intensity of his presence.

"What do you crave now, baby?" he murmurs in a voice saturated with a potent blend of desire and longing, a low timbre that wraps around the words like a silken caress, igniting a spark of anticipation in the air.

“I want to be ravished,” your hips engage in a rhythmic dance, a deliberate movement that aligns with the symphony of sensations cascading through you, while the telltale sensation of sweat prickling down your forehead adds a tactile layer to the sensory landscape, a physical manifestation of the fevered desire coursing through your veins.

“I want to cream your dick,” you breathe, the exhalation a fragile bridge between reality and reverie, as the haze of desire blankets your thoughts in a seductive shroud.

In response, a hiss escapes Jimin's lips, a sound that teeters on the edge of restraint, a symphony of shared yearning that hangs heavy in the charged air.

“I want you to come in my pussy.” You tease, the words a playful invitation that resonates with the promise of shared pleasure, your voice a delicate melody that dances through the charged atmosphere.

Your hands find purchase on his thighs, fingers squeezing with an artful pressure that ignites a symphony of sensation, a tactile duet that harmonizes with the unspoken desires that course between you.

Jimin's hiss echoes once more, a sound that reverberates like a whispered plea amidst the charged tension, as if his very being is ensnared within a cloud of desire and longing.

His dick, a pulsating ache that demands attention, throbs with an insistent rhythm, a relentless reminder of the friction and release that his body craves, a symphony of need that courses through his veins.

With a firm resolve that belies the intensity of his desire, he seizes his dick in a purposeful grip, aligning it with your pussy.

The air seems to hold its breath, a suspended moment pregnant with anticipation, the magnetic pull between your bodies poised to culminate in an explosion of shared ecstasy.

Before he gives in to the tempest of desire that surges between you, a primal force that demands satisfaction, he seizes a pillow with a thoughtfulness that speaks volumes.

With a gentle nudge, he situates it beneath your head, a gesture that adds a layer of comfort to the impending intimacy, a reminder that amidst the flames of passion, he's attuned to your every need.

Then, in a languid dance that seems to stretch time itself, he eases into you with a deliberate slowness, his cock head parting your folds in a teasing, torturous symphony of sensation. The exquisite friction becomes a dance of pleasure and anticipation, a measured cadence that ignites every nerve ending along the way, as he navigates the delicate balance between fervor and restraint.

His dick glides into you effortlessly, aided by the slickness that envelops him, a liquid promise of pleasure that makes every inch of his entry a journey of shared ecstasy.

As he becomes one with you, your walls embrace him with a tantalizing grip, a response that reflects the profound connection between your bodies, a fusion of desire and intimacy that transcends mere physicality.

“Ah, you’re still so tight,”

He releases a breath he didn't even realize he was holding, a sound that escapes in a mixture of relief and surrender, as he reaches the depths of your being, a tangible joining that renders him fully immersed in the euphoria of the moment.

You savor the overwhelming fullness that finally envelops you, a sensation that satiates the craving that has persisted throughout the day.

It's the culmination of a desire that's been building, being filled to the brim with the thickness of Jimin's dick, a union that ignites a shiver coursing down your spine, electrifying every nerve ending. As the moment unfolds, he initiates a slow retreat, a movement that draws you both through a symphony of sensations, a dance that echoes the intimacy of your connection.

He surges forward once more, a determined movement that drives him to the very hilt, his relentless desire mirrored in each of his swift thrusts.

With a masterful touch, he discovers your hidden spot in mere moments, a revelation that sends shockwaves of pleasure through you, the intensity of the sensation causing your vision to blur as the world momentarily fades, overtaken by the overwhelming cascade of ecstasy.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he pants, the rhythm of his breath a synchrony with the fervent pace at which he fucks you, his grip on your hips an anchor that thethers you to the reality of the moment.

His dick plunges into you with an unyielding force, a declaration of possession that melds raw passion with an unspoken promise of unity.

He artfully guides one of your legs up, positioning it against his torso in a deliberate display of intimacy, your foot finding purchase against his neck in a sensual image.

With this angle, he plunges into you with a newfound depth, each thrust a revelation of pleasure that leaves you breathless, the arrangement of your bodies a testament to the choreography of desire that unfolds between you.

“Ah! Jimin!” you release a breathless moan, a symphony of pleasure and vulnerability that dances on the edge of bliss, a melody woven from the rawest depths of your desire.

“I’m so fucking close,” you pant with each measured breath, caught in the intoxicating rhythm of his thrusts, a symphony of desire that leaves you gasping for air between each electrifying connection.

One of his hands embarks on a deliberate exploration, seeking out your swollen clit with an intent that radiates through his touch. The glide of his thumb becomes a source of intoxicating sensation, igniting a cascade of pleasure that courses through your body.

“Ah!” a breathless cry escapes your lips, the sound a mixture of surprise and ecstasy as the sensations wash over you, while your body responds with an instinctual arch, a graceful curve that seeks to amplify the pleasure within the constraints of the position.

“Fuck!” the word bursts forth, nearly a scream but instead a fervent exclamation, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure that courses through you.

Simultaneously, Jimin's fingers continue their skilled dance, maintaining a tantalizing rhythm on your clit, while his dick delivers deep and forceful thrusts that threaten to unravel your senses entirely.

With a primal scream that carries his name on its wings, your release squirts forth in a torrent, an explosion of sensation that engulfs his dick and fingers.

The world around you dissolves into a white-hot haze, your vision momentarily obliterated by the intensity of the moment, as you pant in a frantic rhythm, each breath a lifeline that stitches you back to the reality of the room.

The culmination of pleasure leaves you suspended in a euphoric liminality, every nerve ending aflame with the afterglow of ecstasy.

“Fuck!” Jimin's hiss reverberates in the charged air, a testament to the exquisite sensation that courses through him as your walls clamp around him, an embrace so tight that it borders on suffocating intensity.

As the waves of your orgasm surge through you, a tempest of sensation that engulfs your being, his thrusts mirror the tumultuous rhythm of your release.

Each movement becomes a study in controlled chaos, his own desire reaching a crescendo as he hurtles towards his own climax.

“Ah! I’m coming, babe!” he pants with a rhythm that mirrors the frenzy of his desire, each breath a tangible testament to the passion that courses through him.

With a final, hard thrust, he stills within you, his essence flooding your depths in a torrent of warm cum that paints your walls with an intimate declaration of shared intimacy.

He surges forward, a final thrust that extends the boundaries of pleasure, his movements a testament to his need to savor every last fragment of the climax he rides out.

The rhythm becomes a reflection of his own ecstasy, each thrust a stroke of intimacy that weaves a tapestry of shared release between your bodies, a culmination that leaves you both suspended in the aftermath of pleasure.

Despite the sheen of sweat that adorns your skin and the fever that courses through your veins, an urgent need propels you to draw him close, your arms enveloping his form in an embrace that defies the constraints of physical discomfort.

Your body radiates heat, a testament to the fever's grip, yet the desire to feel his heartbeat against your own is a force that eclipses all else.

“It’s hardly fair,” you remark with a playful huff, a mixture of exasperation and laughter tingling your words, “that you’re not even breaking a sweat.”

The words carry a lightness that dances amidst the weight of your fevered state, the exchange a testament to the shared intimacy that allows for such candid moments even in the midst of vulnerability.

“I guess I’ve got better stamina, sweetheart,” he chuckles, the sound a gentle ripple that lingers in the air, even as his dick goes soft within the warmth of your pussy.

With a tenderness that belies the intensity that has passed between you, he seals the moment with a sweet kiss pressed to your lips, a lingering connection that speaks of the intimacy shared and the unbreakable bond that defines your connection.

A blend of his cum and your own arousal trickles from your heated core, a physical reminder of the fervent exchange that has unfolded between you.

He withdraws from you completely, a deliberate movement that creates a sudden void, a palpable absence that contrasts with the intensity of moments prior.

Slumping down beside you, his breaths come in ragged pants, each exhalation a testament to the exertion of shared pleasure.

The space between your bodies becomes a canvas that captures the echoes of your intimate dance, an image of vulnerability and release that lingers in the air like a whisper.

A sense of emptiness washes over you, an aftermath of the profound connection that has left a void in its wake. Your lips form a subtle pout, a silent plea that rests in the curve of your expression, a wordless request for the closeness and intimacy that you yearn to preserve.

“Oh, I know that look,” he chuckles softly, the sound a warm caress that mingles with the air, as his hand sweeps through his blond hair.

The knowing amusement in his eyes speaks of an unspoken understanding between you, a connection forged through countless shared moments, a familiarity that transcends words.

Beside him, you shift restlessly, a subtle squirm that speaks volumes about the growing hunger within you.

Your thighs press together with a desperate urgency, a physical manifestation of the insatiable desire that has rekindled within your core.

The air seems to crackle with anticipation, the atmosphere electrified by the magnetic pull between your bodies, a force that threatens to engulf you both once again in the flames of shared longing.

“Just give me an hour or two, then we can go again,” he chuckles softly, the sound a tender reassurance that carries within it a promise of more to come.

His lips nuzzle against the delicate curve of your neck, a gesture that's both affectionate and possessive, the fervor of his kisses an echo of the passion that simmers between you. The intensity of his touch leaves a mark, a phantom sensation that lingers even after his lips have moved away, a tangible reminder of the connection that binds you together.

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babyjakes · 1 year ago

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about the event | eun hosts a private practice blurb night for the month of march 2024!

dates and times | requests will be accepted over two weeks, from mon. march 11th to sat. march 23rd. the event will begin at 12pm cst on sat. march 23rd.

submission guidelines | the theme of this event is eun's new medfet au, private practice! check out the private practice au masterlist to find out more about the characters. more detailed requests are more likely to be chosen. please make sure your submission follows eun’s general request guidelines. please include the following in your request:

the doctor of your choice (levinson for nondark or soft!dark, hansen for truer dark) a nurse or specialist to assist a medfet theme or scenario medfet and other kink elements you'd like included a daddy!character for reader (if relevant)

looking for medfet inspo? | eun's providing a list of ideas below the cut!

medfet prompts.

gynecology: exams, screenings, procedures orgasmic and sexual functioning: pleasure response testing, orgasm trials, forced orgasm therapy, toleration of penetration deviance and behavior: refusal to orgasm, breaking no touch/play rules, general brattiness/defiance medical bondage: restraints, dental gags, drugging/sedation watersports: holding kink, forced wetting/release, diaper play, catheter play medical tools and devices: injections, sexual enhancement drugs and topicals, dilators, speculum, thermometers, suction devices, vibrators, swabs and brushes, "penetration" (fucking) machines, response testing equipment, plugs general medical supplies: exam tables and chairs, scrubs, lighting, gloves, masks, machinery regression elements: being examined/inspected, surrendering control, being good for daddy and/or the doctor, sex as a regressive technique specific to andy's character: aftercare elements, trouble/help with regressing, providing comfort through exams/procedures specific to pete's character: bondage and medfet inventions, testing new equipment and treatments on patients

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aurumacadicus · 6 months ago

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Can you share your prime rib recipe? 🙏

I don't really have a recipe! I don't do rubs because I don't personally believe it penetrates the fat cap. Others have different opinions of course but I like to make things easy on myself. I can give you the steps I use for oven-searing tho!

1) Do the cooking math so you know when to start cooking. Depending on your oven/elevation, it's 10-13 minutes per pound of meat. (My oven runs on the warmer side so we count for 11 minutes, but keep a meat thermometer handy.) Don't forget to account for fifteen minutes of oven searing and a half hour of resting time! (Basically: Add 45 minutes to your cooking time to know about when it will be ready to serve.)

2) Pull your roast out a couple hours before you plan to cook it. It cooks more evenly from room temperature. If you're going to give it a rub, pat the roast dry and do the rub while it's still cold. (Again, I just use salt, and I probably should be doing it while the roast is still cold, but I'm usually preparing other things so my roast gets it whenever 👌 I've cooked enough that I get to make that choice tho, I always follow the recipe the first time.)

3) It's time to put the roast in! Adjust your oven racks so that your roast will cook in the middle, then crank that oven up to 500F! While the oven preheats, place your roast bone-side down in an oven safe pot. If it's boneless, put it on a rack. Okay now look into my eyes. This is very important. Open your windows and run your vent fans. Take the batteries out of your smoke detector. You are going to put your roast into that fucking hot oven to sear the outside of it. That fat cap WILL crackle and pop and splatter hot fat all over your oven including coils. There will be smoke. You might think you've done something wrong. No! This is just what happens when fat meets high heat. I wish someone had told me this the first time I almost shat my pants. Despite how terrifying this moment is, you will be oven searing your roast at 500F for fifteen minutes.

4) SEARING IS DONE CRANK THAT BABY DOWN TO 325F. Listen we survived. Take a minute to waft that smoke toward the windows/vents. Breathe. But not too long because now your math comes into play. 10-13 minutes per pound. Set your timers. (Mine will be cooking for 1hr15m.)

5) As you reach the end of your cook time, pull out your meat thermometer. For rare meat, you want it to measure 115F. For medium meat, you want it to measure 120F-130F. If this seems a little low, worry not: The meat will continue to cook as it rests. To rest, remove from the oven and set it on a clean cutting board for carving; use a piece of aluminum foil to tent over the meat and let it rest for 30 minutes. This keeps the heat inside the meat to cook to temp instead of escaping.

6) Once done resting, carve into half inch slices and serve with au jus or horseradish sauce (or both!). I've got horseradish but I usually don't use any, that's for my dad lol.

The sides I'm doing are fresh green beans sauteed with almonds, million dollar potato casserole, and orange jello with mandarin slices in it. :)

#aurumacadicus answers #anon #recipes #tw: food

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medig · 1 year ago

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A Tale of Woe, Ep. 25: No Surprises

"Are you as excited as I am, Claire? Time for this to go in your butthole. You like it when we talk about it first, don't you, Claire? Let's you know what's coming. You're not the kind of girl that likes surprises, Claire. So this is what's going to happen this time, just like last time, just like the time before.. you are going to roll over on your belly, poke your perfect little bottom up into the air, and I'm going to give you a little slap on your bottom just to remind you who is in charge here. Just a little slap, nothing hard. Then, because your dainty little asshole is too tight even for this little tiny thermometer to go in dry, I'm going to lube up a finger first, and lubricate you. My greasy finger is going to penetrate your tight little pucker-hole, and you're going to relax and let it in. I love the way you always eventually let it in, Claire. You're starting to trust me. You're starting to surrender. Not your heart, not your mind, not that haughty attitude of yours. Just your butthole. Just surrendering your butthole. But that's a start. That's enough. Now, time to begin. Roll over on your belly for me. No surprises!"

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petertingle-yipyip · 2 years ago

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WORLD CLASS SINNER - FRANK CASTLE

six - so what now?

tags: n/a // five // seven // masterlist

Pairing: Billy x Livia , Frank x Livia

Word Count: 7,682

Summary: Limits are pushed and more secrets pile up as she continues to pretend on both sides. When they creep closer to one another, can she maintain all of her lies and save face or will she be forced to pick what relationship matters most?

You and Lieberman got Frank onto a table in the small kitchen area before you shooed him away. You stressed that if he didn’t come back with Curtis, then he didn’t need to come back at all. You dug through your own bag seven times to try and find something to help, anything that might give you an idea to fix it, but you had nothing. Instead, all you could do was track the vitals you could feel with the small batch of equipment Lieberman had pulled, which luckily included a forehead thermometer and a stethoscope.

“Do I even wanna know what you’re doing here?” Curtis asked when he got there. Suddenly, you were hyperaware of the blood splatters still on your skin from earlier but at least you had changed out of the suit.

“BP hovering around 90/60 and temperature’s 104 and climbing.” You explained instead. “He’s been on fluids and antibiotics the entire ride back but it’s not helping.”

“Does he need blood? I’m a universal donor.” Lieberman offered and you rolled your eyes.

“So am I but I don’t think the blood’s the problem. I tried to pack his wounds in the field so he wouldn’t have that as a problem.”

“No, it’s not the blood.” Curtis confirmed, opening Frank’s lids to check his pupils. “I think he’s septic. That arrow’s a foreign body and his system’s trynna fight it off. Antibiotics are fighting a losing battle.”

“Okay, so we take it out.” You agreed.

“So you’re gonna just pull it out?” Lieberman asked.

“Pulling it out’s gonna do more damage than when it went in. All this swelling and inflammation means the arrow’s crowded now. You try to pull it out, you don’t know what you’re gonna tear up in the process.” Curtis countered. “You alright?”

“Yeah. Mhmm, yeah.” Lieberman nodded.

“He doesn’t do this often.” You explained and moved to stand at the head of the table.

“Well, you’re gonna have to help me hold him still so Livia can get it out.” Curtis explained and you rubbed your sleeves against your forehead to try and push them up.

“Right now?” Lieberman’s eyes went wide.

“Yes, now.”

The men shifted Frank to his side and you looked between the front and back, realizing the arrow didn’t fully penetrate. You made a face to yourself and gently pushed the arrow from the front, only to find tension and resistance. You came back to the other side and pressed your fingers firmly until you felt the protrusion of the arrowhead. You looked at your waist habitually for a knife but you were in your regular pants. Instead, Curtis passed you the scalpel.

Using one hand as a guide, you began to slice through Frank’s back. As the cut got bigger, the smell of blood began to permeate the small area and Lieberman looked like he would pass out.

“I swear to God if you don’t get it together.” You muttered without looking away from the task at hand.

“No, I’m good.” He sniffled from the other side of the table. “I’m good. I got this.”

“Do not lose your shit.” Curtis said firmly from your side. “Say it.”

“I won’t lose my shit.” Lieberman repeated and you laughed to yourself.

“Can you-” You began but Curtis was already reaching a hand to help move some of the muscle out of the way. He handed you a set of forceps.

“Put some pressure on the arrow.” You told Lieberman, watching for the movement on your end. “I see it.”

“Good.” Curtis said, peering over your shoulder. “Can you get it?”

You made a small noise as you tried to position the forceps. “It keeps slipping.” You grumbled and shifted your angle, trying to hook the forceps between the points of the arrowhead. “Wait, I think I- Yeah, I got it. It’s coming.”

You pulled gently and the arrow slid out the open wound. You dropped it on the plate behind you and dropped the forceps with it. You grabbed a small handful of gauze and wiped the excess stream of blood away. You looked over and repositioned Lieberman’s hands to put pressure from the front. Curtis moved you away so he could pour alcohol over the open wound before he stapled the wound shut. Lieberman backed away and made small exclamations of stress while Curtis cauterized the entry wound.

“What about you?” Curtis looked to you while Lieberman took the bottle. “You good?”

“Uh, yeah.” You nodded. “I saw most of them coming so I’m good.”

“Most of them.” He repeated with a small nod. “I’m guessing the blood across your chest was the one you didn’t.”

You hummed a small noise of question before you glanced down and realized you bled through your shirt. You closed your eyes and sighed slightly. When you opened them, you saw Curtis giving you an expectant look. He gestured for you to remove your shirt and you shook your head, to which he lifted a pair of scissors. You flipped him off quickly before carefully pulling your shirt over your head.

“Jesus, Livia.” He sighed and changed his gloves before he came closer to examine your wound.

“Don’t tell him you got me to take my shirt off that easily.” You tried to joke, pulling a face when he pressed on the tender area.

“I don’t think Frank’s gonna care that much.” He answered with a small laugh.

“I didn’t mean him. I meant our other mutual friend that I haven’t told Frank I know…”

“You haven’t…?” He looked at you with wide eyes and you shrugged innocently. “What do you think is gonna happen when he finds out?”

“Honestly?” You blew out an exaggerated sigh. “I haven’t thought that far ahead. I’m just going day to day at this point.”

“Livia.” He groaned before placing a gauze square over the missing chunk in your shoulder. “It sounds like you’re trying to be someone different with every person you meet.”

“That’s what I was taught to do.” You shrugged your other shoulder while he taped the gauze into place. “Don’t worry about this. It’ll heal quicker than you think.”

“Do I wanna know how?” He sighed while you replaced your shirt.

“I don’t think you should.” You said honestly. “Every time someone finds out, they end up like him-” You nodded to Frank. “-or worse.”

“You say that like I wouldn’t get it.” He said simply as he turned to dress Frank’s wound.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Go ahead and look in the bag.” You gestured to your duffel while you moved to the sink to gather a wet towel to clean up some of the blood. “Seems to be the one thing people recognize.”

Curtis was quiet but you heard the shuffle of the material. You kept your eyes on your task, gently wiping away the excess blood, when you heard the heavy sigh.

“Y’know that explains a lot.” He said and you dared to look up at him. “Not everything, but a lot.”

“Explains how I keep up with him, why I can’t tell anyone how I can, and why I don’t talk about a good chunk of my life. Everyone looks at me differently afterward, like I’m suddenly not a person anymore. All they see is the blood.”

“I don’t.”

You offered a small, thankful smile. Leave it to Curtis to actually get through to you. He offered a small pat to your shoulder before turning towards Lieberman.

“Why’d you have to go after him?” Curtis asked plainly. It was a fair question, given the only real explanation you had was that the same people who came after Frank came after him - allegedly - for distributing the video of Ahmed Zubair.

Really, when you sat back and thought about it, Lieberman brought his so-called death on himself. You and Frank owed him nothing. You two had no reason to help him get back to his family. But if Lieberman was right and Agent Orange tried to orchestrate both of their murders, then Agent Orange killed Frank’s family. And that was the answer you were willing to chase down. Not for Lieberman, you hardly knew or cared for the man. Not for Sarah and her kids, mourning their dad who was mere miles away. But for Lisa Castle, Maria Castle, and Frank Castle Jr. For the family stripped away from one of your closest friends due to no fault of their own. For the innocent kids gunned down in Central Park. Kids you didn’t even know…

You didn’t know Frank’s family…

Why did their closure matter to you?

Then a new possibility hit you.

Closure.

You couldn’t get closure for Matt’s death so you wanted to help Frank get closure for his family. After everything, maybe you owed him that much.

The tension in the room had grown exponentially by the time you focused back on the conversation. The men seemingly had nothing left to say to each so Curtis offered you a small smile and nod before he left.

“You um.. You need anything?” Lieberman asked awkwardly, now just you and him in the small kitchen.

“Help me move him?” You asked simply. “I was planning on staying with him, at least for a little while.”

“Sure, yeah.” He nodded before managing to help you get Frank to the cot in the next room.

Lieberman brought you a chair first, then a sleeping bag and pillow. He apologized for the lack of comfort but you shrugged it off. For a while after he left, you sat in the chair holding Frank’s hand. The sound of the IV drip was all the noise in the room and it dripped steadily, like a metronome for your thoughts.

“Lieberman?” You called out after some silence. There was no verbal answer, just the sound of the desk chair’s wheels skirting across the floor. “We promised Gunner that we’d bury him… Think you can help us out?”

“Yeah, I’ll take care of it.” He answered.

“Thanks, ‘ppreciate it.”

He went back to his typing and you leaned your forehead against your forearm, your free hand thumbing across your screen to flip through your phone. Your mind was finally slowing and you felt everything from the past few hours settling in. You seemed to finally realize Gunner had died in those woods. Whoever went after him had to have gone because you and Frank were going, but that conversation never left that hideout. You thought about that team a bit more.

You had assumed it was an Anvil team since Billy offered you the lead, but given their performance, that didn’t make sense. Billy may not have a completely elite roster at his company but they would’ve been smarter than those men were. But Billy knew, which could’ve meant that whoever sent that team told him. Either because of his relation to Gunner, having served together as well, or due to his relation to you. The first seemed more likely, given the assumption that whoever the alleged friend was was going to be Agent Orange, and that man would’ve known nothing about you or Exodus.

You were yanked from your thoughts when Frank shot up on the cot suddenly. You jolted upright and tried to calm him, but the words seemed to go in one ear and out the other. His eyes were wide but not seeing, muttering about him still being out there and that he had to go back.

“You’re alright, Frankie, okay? It’s just me.” You put your hands on either side of his face and turned him to look at you, the contact sending a shock to your palms. You shuddered at the sensation but gave no other indication of anything and after a few seconds, Frank’s eyes focused and he realized where he was.

“We’ve gotta go back.” He said quietly and you sighed softly.

“It’s okay.” Lieberman said from the small doorway and you leaned back in your seat when the tension in Frank began to melt away. “She took care of it.” He nodded towards you.

Your head turned quickly and you shot him a quizzical expression. Lieberman gave you a quick nod and waved his hand, signaling for you to not say anything. Your brows furrowed and you slowly turned back, though your eyes lingered on him for a bit longer. When you finally looked back to Frank, his expression was soft with appreciation. You offered a gentle smile and he laid back down, adjusting on the stiff material before closing his eyes again.

You gave it a few minutes before you got up and went out to where Lieberman was still typing and his eyes darted across the monitors.

“Why’d you lie to him?” You asked simply, though you made sure to keep your voice low.

“Didn’t.” He answered plainly. “You handled it.”

“No, I told you to handle it.”

“What difference does it make? He knows you. He trusts you. I tell him you took care of it, he’s gonna trust it more than if I said I did… Besides, if it was that big a deal, why didn’t you tell him?”

You sighed slightly and turned away, knowing he was partially right. You could’ve told Frank the truth, too. But with the state he was in, maybe it was easier to let the little white lie go. You were going to head back to the room when you saw the light reflecting off the blue lenses of the mask in your bag.

“Hey.” You began and looked over your shoulder. “The body cams they were wearing. Is there any way you could find out where they were streaming to?”

“If I had one of them, sure.” He shrugged. “Why? You have a lead?”

“Maybe. What if I had something that could mimic the signal?”

“Mimic? I don’t know, I’ve never tried that.”

You hurried to grab your mask and held it to your eyes, tapping the side to try and find the signal it captured earlier. Your mask had been able to get a vague direction, but it was too far for even your technology to do anything. You gestured between Lieberman’s computer and your mask and he allowed for it to be detected by bluetooth devices. You found the connection and transferred the data from your mask before sliding it into your pocket.

“This is…” He breathed out as his skimmed the newly shared information. “Wow. This is a good start, yeah. I mean I probably can’t get an exact location but I can get within a few mile radius, hopefully.”

“Great.” You nodded. “Work on that but don’t tell him when he wakes up. If this is what I think, it might do more harm than good.”

“Why?”

“Need to know basis, Lieberman.” You shrugged. “I’m actually gonna head out. He’s stable and now that he’s woken up, I’m pretty sure he’ll be fine in a day or two.”

“Yeah, okay.. If he asks, when should I tell him you’ll be back?”

“I’m pretty sure there’s a leak somewhere. I’ve gotta see what I can find. Could be a couple days, could be sooner. But call me if something comes up on your end.”

He nodded quietly and you grabbed your things before you headed home. When you got into your apartment, you kicked off your shoes and pants almost immediately. You threw your bag behind the locked doors and threw on a loose shirt and sweats to sleep in. Once you hit the bed, you fell asleep almost instantly as.

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You drew your staff and stuck it out in front of Matt, causing Nobu’s weapon to clatter against it. He switched grips and slammed his elbow into your nose which made you stagger back. When he turned to slam the weapon into your stomach, you saw Elektra coming closer from the corner of your eye. She moved to step in front of your but you reacted quickly.

You grabbed the back of her collar and hooked a foot around her leg. You yanked her back quickly and threw her to the floor, just before the weapon pierced your abdomen.

A small whine left your mouth before you fired a sharp jolt from your Bites. As the electricity hit its mark, your knees gave out and you landed in Matt’s arms. His hands were as careful as ever to avoid the weapon still lodged in your side as he lowered you to the ground.

“You’re okay.” He said in a quiet panic. “You’re okay, I got you. I got you, you’re gonna be- Gonna be okay.”

“Matt..” You said quietly, but the simple syllable came out as a gurgled sound. “You should know…”

The night hadn’t been cold just minutes before. But as you laid on the rooftop, uneven breaths shaking your chest, you felt the cold creeping across your body. It started at the point where the weapon protruded and radiated out, soaking up every degree of warmth your body had. It was an illusion, your body’s way of telling you something was wrong. Realistically, your body wouldn’t go cold for a few hours, but in your head you were turning to ice at that moment.

“You can tell me later, okay? Stay with me.”

You reached for one of his hands and pushed your mask up. His fingers were shaky as he traced your features and you watched the tears gather in his eyes. His mouth opened and closed, trying to give shape to the words tumbling around his brain but unable to do it. He couldn’t say anything as you were dying in his arms and he recognized who you were.

“Alivia?” He said, hardly above a whisper. “Please.”

“I love you, Matty.” You managed before roughly coughing blood down your suit front.

“Don’t leave me.” He breathed and shook his head quickly. His arms pulling you closer. “You can’t. I- I need you.”

“You’re safe now.” You tried but there was no sound in your throat.

There was no air in your lungs.

There was no life in your eyes.

Rightfully so, you were dead.

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The sharp bangs on your door woke you quickly. You pushed yourself up, noting a faint red line across your sheets. Glancing at your chest, you saw the red line seeping through your shirt and you groaned when you realized you had slept the later portion of your night away face down. You tried adjusting the shirt but the material was stuck to the scab beneath so it only tugged the skin. You gently rubbed at the line on your shirt with one hand and ran the other down your face as you shuffled across your apartment to answer the repeated banging.

You opened the door without checking and turned away quickly, looking down at your shirt and gently pulling at it again. You winced slightly and headed into the bathroom, hardly registering Billy’s voice in your living room.

You turned on your tap and wet your palm before pressing the water against the cut. You watched from the mirror as you dampened the material, in turn softening the scab beneath it. You sucked in a sharp breath between gritted teeth as you were able to peel the fabric off the injury, which allowed you to rid yourself of the bloodied shirt.

You stared at the newly exposed cut in the mirror, an angry red and irritated length of exposed muscle bubbling with droplets of fresh blood mingling with crusted patches of scab. You pursed your lips in a slight pout before gingerly prodding at the surrounding redness. There was no pain in the palpating so you took that as a good sign. You shrugged slightly before heading back into your living room, only to be met by Billy staring at you expectantly.

“Sorry, I wasn’t listening.” You confessed. “Start over?”

“What the hell is that?” He asked instead, gesturing to your chest. “What’d you do this time, Livs?”

“Some guy tried to get tough, I fought back, he pulled out a blade. I’m fine. What has you riled up?”

“Agent Madani.” He answered with a sigh. You gestured to the couch and he took a seat while you went back into your bedroom for a shirt.

“Little early for that, don’t you think?” You called out as you grabbed the first shirt out of the drawer, which seemed to be Matt’s. Again.

“Unless…” You popped your head out instead of thinking too much on the shirt. “You woke up with her, didn’t you?”

“Jealous?” He quirked a brow and you pulled a face before ducking behind your door again. “Anyways. You know she has a file on Frankie? And I can’t help but think she’s been using me to fill in the gaps, y’know?”

Frankie.

You paused for a moment when you realized you picked that up from Billy. And you said it out loud to Frank when he woke up in a panic. If he was lucid, he probably would’ve connected the dots. You forced yourself to shake the thought quickly and padded back into the living room to sit beside Billy on the couch.

“Yeah, I figured there was a file. She called me in to talk about how I knew him and the court case.” You explained as you folded your legs under you. “I didn’t tell her much.”

“She asked me about you, too.” He offered a small smirk. “I didn’t tell her much either.”

“Hmm. Makes me one of your better kept secrets then… What’d she say?”

“She asked about your past, where you came from and what you know how to do. I told her you could clear a battlefield on your own without breaking a sweat but the hell if I knew where you learned it.”

“I could’ve told her that.”

“Well she also said you seemed like a maneater.”

“A maneater?” Your eyes went wide. “I’ve never been called that before.”

“Really?” His brows raised teasingly.

“Not that I know of. And here I thought we really hit it off.” You pouted, which made Billy laugh. “Unless she just wanted to keep you all to herself. If that’s the case, I don’t blame her.”

“You want me for yourself too?” He kept the teasing tone and you shook your head with a small smile of your own. “Just gotta say it, y’know.”

You sighed loudly and patted his chest before you got back to your feet. He groaned slightly and dropped his head as you wandered to your kitchen.

“Hey, maybe she’s into you.” He called out and you snorted a laugh.

“Yeah, cause that’s how you talk about someone you wanna sleep with, huh?”

“Why didn’t you tell me Dinah called you in?” Billy asked and you glanced over to see him still looking at you with his head hanging over the back of the couch.

“I figured it would go away on it’s own.” You shrugged. “Most things regarding Frank Castle do. Why did you tell me what Dinah said about me?”

“Figured you deserved to know.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“I know.”

“Why’d you come to me about this whole thing anyway?”

“I…” He trailed off and shifted to face you. “You were the first person I thought of.”

You smiled slightly and suddenly the crater in your heart didn’t feel so deep.

The rest of your day was relatively normal. You felt your chest wound mending itself as the hours passed and you found yourself constantly checking your phone for a message from Frank or Lieberman. But there never was one. Billy didn’t stay long, blaming some investor meeting. You even tried checking in with Dex, but there was still deliberation on your official office given your training scores caught every SAC’s attention.

You made time to go to Curtis’ meeting, which you regretted by the end of it. The same man, O’Connor, was ranting about how weak recent veterans were.

“How real Americans are put at the back of every goddamn line!” He shouted and you made a noise of complaint. “Life’s tough, Princess. Learn your place and get over it.”

He spat the name sarcastically and it reignited an old fury within you. It was similar - but not quite the same - as when Fisk would refer to Exodus as his friend. Your hands made tight fists that were hidden since you had your arms folded. Your jaw clenched and your brows raised in a quiet challenge.

“Real Americans.” You repeated with a slow nod.

“Livia.” Curtis tried but you ignored him.

“See, I know my place.” You continued, shifting your legs so you could lean forward. Coincidentally, the movement made O’Connor lean back. “I’m your perfect, all-american bitch. And I’m grateful -so grateful - all the time, for men like you. For men who think they have a say in anyone else’s business.”

“There you go, with that feminist bullshit.” The man scoffed. “You wanna go print pamphlets and sing the Beatles? Huh? Tough shit, Princess. Words aren’t gonna win this fight.”

“Call me princess one more time and I’ll give you a goddamn fight you won’t win.” You warned firmly, but before anything else could be said, Curtis stepped in.

You weren’t even completely sure why you were angry. Maybe it was what the man was saying, maybe it was something else. Maybe it was everything. All you knew was that you were wearing yourself dangerously thin and you would break at any minute. You were too hollow, too breakable to keep going the way you were.

“You go through all this shit just to get patched up and so it all over again.” Curtis said with a slight edge in his voice. You didn’t need to look up to know he was looking at you, only a glance but you knew it was a pointed one.

You knew he was thinking of Frank. So were you. Maybe he was even talking about you.

Either way, you just had to keep going until you became like Curtis’ goat. Until you died from just too much.

The next morning, Billy was outside your building when you were on your way out. Initially, you were going to try and get in with Dinah to talk about Kentucky and what she knew of Gunner Henderson but he caught you before you had a chance. Conversation was casual as he drove you to a more secluded portion of a shipyard. There was a certain uneasiness from him that you couldn’t quite place but it stemmed from you, from what you may or may not know about Frank. And admittedly, you liked it. It made it easier to keep him from getting too close. Ensuring he couldn’t fully trust you meant he could never be with you because there would always be that uncertainty. The sideways glance at something you said, the hesitation due to something you brushed off.

Billy came around and opened your door, his hand landing on your lower back to guide you towards the secondary car. As you drew closer, you saw none other than Dinah Madani standing in front of you. She glanced between you and Billy and there a hint of green around her, which made you smile slightly.

“Hello, Dinah.” You said kindly, leaning into Billy for show. “Nice to see you.”

“I’m glad you’re here, Livia.” She nodded to you before looking at Billy. “Thank you for coming.”

“Great place for a romantic apology. Or mob hit, whichever.” Billy shrugged, though there was humor in his tone despite his annoyance.

Clearly, he was still bothered by Dinah’s confidentiality regarding her Kandahar and Castle investigation. You tuned out Billy’s short rant but came back into focus when you heard Dinah’s demand dressed as a request, as a favor.

“I want you to tell me about Frank Castle, both of you.” She said curtly, looking between you two. Despite the firmness of her tone, you felt her waver.

“You first.” You spoke simply, chin tilting up slightly as you stepped away from Billy. “Tell me what you know.”

“Castle’s alive.”

“Says who?”

“You didn’t know?” Her eyes narrowed in suspicion but you stayed quiet. “Maybe you did, maybe not. I’m telling you that I know it.”

“How?”

“You think I’m lying?”

“No, I don’t think you are.” Billy spoke but Dinah’s eyes didn’t leave yours, alowing you to see the challenge within them.

“You didn’t know?” She asked again but Billy only answered with silence. “You strike me as a pair that would’ve protected him even if you did.”

“That’s the beauty of lawyer-client privilege.” You taunted with a small smirk. “Without a subpoena, I’m no use to you.”

“You and I both know I can get one.” She returned your challenge.

“On what grounds?” You nearly laughed. “You go pulling skeletons out of closest, someone’s bound to have a probem with it.”

“Someone like you?”

You simply lifted a brow with a small head tilt, only egging her frustration on.

“Why are you telling us this now?” Billy asked from behind you and you wondered why he hadn’t tried to move you back.

“I need to bring Castle in.” Dinah continued and you had to refrain from rolling your eyes. “If you already knew where he was, I was going to ask for your help. As it is, if there’s anyone who can find him, it’s probably one of you. Can you?”

“Can I, yes. Should I, well… You tell me.”

“Why should we?” Billy asked and there was a controlled anger from within him. Not directed at you or Dinah. Not at Frank for his secret survival. But at something beyond his control, something that was coming.

“I think he knows everything about my Kandahar case.” She explained and at that, you couldn’t contain the scoff.

“You’re still on that?” You laughed mockingly and her own anger spiked for a moment, like a flash in a pan before retreating.

“How does that help him?” Billy urged.

“It doesn’t.” You said flatly, earning another glare from Dinah that made you smile. “You’re so easy.” You taunted with a condescending smile. “It’s adorable.”

“Because I think he went after it himself.” Dinah spoke through you to Billy. “And somebody left him half dead on a mountain. I think he’s hurt and he needs help. The people he’s up against… He’s gonna get himself killed, Billy.”

“What do you know about these people?” You asked, sidestepping to block her path when she tried to move around you. “Frank’s just intel for you. You’ve already admitted it. Even if we find him, you’re gonna need to offer one hell of a deal to get us to hand him over.”

“Find him and I will.”

“Should’ve gotten that on record.” You mumbled and turned to the side, allowing her clearance to go to Billy.

“I’ll shake the tree and see what falls out.” Billy agreed and motioned for you to head to the car first.

You hummed in agreement and turned, giving one more look to Dinah. She didn’t like you and you didn’t like her, which you were fine with. You didn’t need more friends. You didn’t need more people to look out for. So let the conversations be tense. Let them be filled with undertones and condescension and disdain. Let there be rage and distrust and a lack of pleasantries.

“So what now?” You asked Billy as he opened the door for you.

“Got a few options.” He said with a small shrug. “You got any ideas?”

“Boat explosion was last news I heard.” You answered, which technically was true. There was no news stories on Frank Castle since.

“I’m gonna try something and we’ll see what happens, I guess.”

“You sure we should? What if she just tried to send him to prison after she gets what she wants?”

“He’s gonna need a pretty good lawyer then, huh? I think I know a lady.”

You clicked your tongue in fake disappointment before smiling slightly. “I don’t know, I heard her retainer fee is pretty steep. And her hourly’s up there with the best of them.”

He laughed slightly and pushed down on your head so you would drop into your seat.

You went back to Liebernan’s that afternoon. Being in your apartment still felt strange from the dream you had the night before. Lieberman didn’t bring up the signal and neither did you. Instead, you cleaned and dressed Frank’s side, chatting about nothing when you heard it.

In your head first, so you thought you hallucinated it, but then Frank acknowledged it.

It was Billy’s voice, calling out to someone.

“Blackbird to Raven, come in. Raven! Blackbird, come in!”

“What the..” You trailed off, shutting down your implant and still hearing it. “Is that a recording?”

“I’ve been monitoring radio chatter.” Lieberman explained as he toyed with the dials. “Just in case I hear something about us or one of our targets. Mostly it’s just been random shit, you know, dead air.”

“You know what this is?” You looked to Frank.

“Yeah. I’m Raven.”

You out there, Frankie?

“I figured that much but why is Billy Russo calling for you?” You asked, pointing firmly to the radio to punctuate your faux ignorance.

“Who’s Billy Russo?” Lieberman asked while Frank challenged you with “How the hell do you know Russo?”

“Does he know you’re alive?” Lieberman came around you to stand in front of Frank.

“No, I don’t think so.” Frank answered.

“See, that sounds to me like he does.” He said instantly, pointing at the radio before turning to you.

“I haven’t said anything but all the interest in you as of late may be allowing speculation.” You explained. “He knows about Madani’s file on you and Kandahar so maybe she’s convinced him to try.”

“Yeah and you-“ Frank groaned as he tried to get to his feet, but decided against it. “-didn’t answer my question, Princess.”

“I don’t have to.”

“Frank, Li-“ Lieberman began to say your name but the glare you shot his way made him backtrack. “Exodus. Do we need to worry about this?”

“I can handle Billy.” You waved him off as Frank argued “He’s my friend.”

“What kind of friend?”

“The life or death kind.”

“That’s all I get?” Lieberman scoffed. “C’mon, Frank. This is a serious development here, alright? Some guy - I never heard of him - all of a sudden he’s broadcasting your name all over the radio.”

“What did I just say to you?” Frank said firmly and you quirked a brow as the tension rose.

“Why do you think he’s calling?” You tapped Frank's shoulder to gauge his response to the situation.

“I dunno.” Frank shrugged. He longed for that familiarity, for the comfort of that close knit relationship, but he was also keeping himself from acknowledging it. Because acknowledging that desire made it real, made it dangerous. It gave power to those feelings and that was a risk no one could take.

“Okay.” You nodded slightly. “I’ll see what I can find.”

“Jesus Christ, Liv… Please tell me Russo isn’t one of your boyfriends.” Frank sighed, rubbing a hand over his eyes.

“He’s not.” You shrugged. “Neither of them are. We worked together for a little while.”

“Neither, wow.” Lieberman muttered as he walked away.

You had half a mind to start an argument with the hermit but decided it wasn’t worth it. Instead, you pulled your phone out and tried to dial Billy. You had to wander around the compound to find somewhere with decent service, but ultimately decided to take the call outside.

“Morning chat and a phone call? Sounds like someone wants me after all.” Billy joked when he answered.

“Real funny, Blackbird.” You rolled your eyes. “What are you doing, Billy?”

“You heard..”

“You’re feeding a loop on every open radio channel. Of course I heard you putting his name out there. That was your great idea?”

“Everything with Dinah, it just got me thinking, yknow… He’s out there somewhere.”

“He’s not. He can’t be. The boat explosion was massive. There’s no way he survived. I don’t know what she’s on about but-“

“They never found his body, Livia. I just- Alright, look, you’re probably gonna be pissed at this one but what if there was even a chance your Matt was still alive? I mean, wouldn’t you wanna find him?”

“No.” You said flatly and the word was bitter in your mouth. You had to give up that thought quickly because while it was the same in the sense that his body was never recovered, you knew that not even you would’ve been able to cheat that death, let alone Matt. “Because if he was alive and he hadn’t come to see me, then he didn’t just didn’t want to.”

“You think I should cut it?”

“I think you need to be careful. If the people he’s up against are as bad as Dinah says they are, we’re all gonna be in deep shit before we know it.” You warned, though the tone you used made it sound like genuine concern. “Someone else may just hear this and think the Punisher is on his way back, which brings problems to your doorstep, in turn bringing them to my doorstep.”

“What would you say to him? If we manage to find him.”

“Billy..”

“C’mon, just humor me.”

You sighed slightly, but took a minute to formulate a response nonetheless.

“I’d ask what was worth throwing away the case.” You said honestly. If memory served, that was what you had first asked. “I’d ask if he got the bastard that took his family. I’d ask where he’s been. And I’d probably knock him on his ass for tanking my career… It’s a dangerous game you’re playing here, Bill. We don’t know every player in the game yet.”

“Yeah, I know.” He said carefully and you knew calling him Bill sparked something in his head. “Sounds like you’re worried about me.”

“I’m allowed to do that every so often.”

“I like it.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

You chuckled slightly before ending the call and making your way back inside. As far as you could tell, Billy was running solely on Dinah’s information. But in the back of your mind, you couldn’t help but wonder if Orange had gotten to him, given that you didn’t feel any surprise from him when Dinah spoke. Only annoyance, maybe at the fact that she knew before he did or because of something with Orange.

You wanted to warn Frank to take Billy’s outreach with a grain of salt, but how do you convince someone that their best friend may be setting them up? You decided to keep it yourself for the time being but remain vigilant in the meantime. The second you had proof that Billy was connected to Agent Orange - willingly connected or not - you would bring it to Frank, whether he wanted to see it or not.

When you got back to the guys, they were talking about Thanksgiving. Lieberman offered to make one of the frozen meals from his stockpile but you refused it, saying you’d pick something up on your way home.

“What about you, hmm?” Lieberman gestured to you with his fork and your brows raised in question. “What were your Thanksgivings like?”

“I never had a real one.” You shrugged, though the admission stung your heart a bit. “I do remember when I was a kid, we took these pictures. It was me, my cousins Nat and Yel, my aunt Mel and Uncle Alex. There was one of me and Nat putting mashed potatoes on Yel’s cheeks and one where me and my aunt were breaking the wishbone… I wished for a real family, to protect me and care for me.”

You found yourself smiling at the memory, despite the fact that it was all for show and you had done a Christmas, Easter, and birthday photoshoot that same day.

“It wasn’t real, obviously.” You continued to ensure that the quaint reminiscing was cut short before the tears could embarrass you. “And I never really stayed anywhere with anyone long enough so that’s the best I got.”

“Well, uh, you can be a part of ours.” Lieberman gestured to the countertop before holding out a lazily closed fist.

“Thanks.” You nodded and gave him the fist bump he was waiting for.

“So uh..” He began before an awkward sniffle to buy time. “What do you know about this Russo guy?”

You blew out a long sigh, though you were thankful for the conversation shift.

“He’s a private military contractor.” You began simply, knowing there were both worse and better ways to describe Billy, but neither would’ve been what Lieberman wanted to hear. “Company called Anvil… He’s relatively well-connected. I think some of his contracts go overseas, too.”

“So my impression is that he’s not a man that’s gonna reach out to him-“ He gestured to Frank. “-unless he knows that he’s alive.”

“He doesn’t know.” You insisted on your earlier lie. “Suspect it, sure. I mean who wouldn’t when the body was never recovered, but he doesn’t know.”

“You’re not gonna call him?” Lieberman asked Frank, who finally looked up from his microwaved meal.

“We’re Marines.” He shrugged and you chuckled to yourself. “We can handle disappointment.”

“Maybe someone else knows you’re alive and they’re using Billy to-“ Lieberman had turned to you and you knew it was about the signal. He had found a source, and it wasn’t a good one.

“There’s something you need to understand, okay?” Frank cut in firmly. There was no edge or venom in his tone but there was no room for debate either. “I had two families, all right? I had Maria, I had my kids, and I had my unit. I was a father and I was a husband, but I was also a Marine. And I loved being a Marine. I loved that shit. There were times where I would’ve rather been neck deep in bullets and blood than be with my own kids. And that’s something I gotta make peace with, alright?”

“Yeah, you’re not the only one.” You muttered to yourself and were relieved there was a way to put words to the lurking feeling in your mind. “Some of us are wired differently. What’d you tell Red on that rooftop, that we don’t pick what fixes us?”

He looked at you for a moment with an expression that showed not only did he understand that idea, but also that he knew how much you missed him.

“Billy and I did eight years. He’s got my back, I got his.”

“It’s a hell of a coincidence. Don’t you think?”

“Billy Russo is my family, same as her.” He nodded to you.

“As your friend, I want to say Billy reaching out isn’t a problem.” You said carefully, keeping your eyes on the countertop while you spoke to ensure that any eye contact couldn’t derail your thoughts. “But I know Billy, too. Differently than you, but I do. If Orange knows, then he could’ve reached out to Billy and be fueling his speculation.”

“You think Bill’s the kinda guy to let someone else tell him what to do?”

“I think Agent Orange is the kind of man to ensure leverage and manipulate people to think his idea was theirs.” You corrected and faced your friend. “All I’m saying is take this with a grain of salt, alright?”

“You don’t trust him?”

“Not enough.” You said truthfully and the response was almost automatic. You made a face to yourself but kept focus. “This whole situation is getting more convoluted each day, Frank. Everyone involved is connected to each other. Him-“ You gestured to Lieberman. “-you, Page, me, Madani, Billy, Curtis, Gunner, Orange. With this twisted fucking web we’re wrapped in, Billy and Orange are bound to overlap at some point. If it’s now, before he knows anything, I might be able to get close enough for a real name or a location or motives. Something that can help end this.”

Frank scoffed and took his plastic tray of food to another room. You made a face behind his back as he left, despite your button pushing being purposeful to get him to leave. When he was definitely out of earshot, you turned to Lieberman.

“You got something, didn’t you?” You asked quietly.

“Nothing exact but close enough.” He answered in the same hushed tone.

“Government?”

“Langley.”

“CIA.” Your brows went up in interest. “Any name on the device?”

“No, if I touched those firewalls, they would’ve had everything.” He shook his head. “But I did figure out it was probably a personal device. It’s gotta be Orange, right?”

“Mhmm… And that makes everything else more suspicious.” You nodded before you clapped your hands together and took a few steps back.

“Okay.” You announced loudly for Frank to hear. “There’s a leak somewhere. I’m gonna find it and plug it. Whoever has something new, find the other.”

You went home that night and collapsed from exhaustion. You hadn’t even done much that day but the mental power it took to ignore the deep rumbles that reverberated with every step, the haunting screens that echoed in every voice, the wet feeling of blood across your clean hands, the sick knots in your stomach while in your apartment. To remain heartless, to remain in the headspace of a Widow, it was harder than you thought. It had been easy before, more natural and subconscious. Now, you had to remind yourself every morning, every time your mind wandered, you had to yank your humanity back into the shadows. Push her into that chasm and step on the fingers she used to cling to the ledge.

But somehow, some godforsaken way, she hung on and clawed her way to the forefront of your thoughts whenever she could.

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sourcreamadie · 1 year ago

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Because of my illness I get infections much too easily, I can’t really leave my mansion, but yesterday evening, I had to attend a family dinner. After we went home, I felt a little chill. But I always feel cold anyway, my doctor suggested me to put on thermal underclothing even in summer. So I put two thermal turtlenecks and a thick cardigan over them and went to sleep. It was about 3 am when I woke up because I was violently shivering. My caretaker always kept extra warm clothes inside my bedside cabinet. So I put a thick oversized turtleneck sweater, a big cable knitted scarf and bundled myself up with a wool blanket in panic. I still thought that it was the hard rain, it can get really cold in the mountains at night. I felt my hands freezing and I saw them slowly turn bluish so I put layers of mittens. I couldn’t stop my teeth from chattering and my dully aching body started to paralyze me. I slowly slid my body inside my duvet and tried to sleep. Then aches started to sharply penetrated my body, the fatigue from shivering shut my eyes but filled me with nightmares. I couldn’t open my fists because I couldn’t really feel them. I wanted to call my caretaker but since it was 3 in the morning I didn’t want to wake him up.

Next thing I knew my caretaker Ten was panicking and called my name. It took awhile to let the sunshine enter my eyes and it was kind of blur anyway. The hot breaths coming out of my mouth made me realize how warm my body was, my eyes were pounding in pain from their sockets and my hands were still really cold and numb. Ten shoved a thermometer on my mouth, sighed heavily then brushed away my hair, tied it, and gently put on a fever patch over my forehead and it refreshed me a bit. I called Ten name weakly and he kept reassuring me that I was gonna be alright. He then mumbled about how irresponsible my family was for having a guest with an illness. But hey, first of all my family don’t care about me, sometimes illnesses have no symptoms, and I could get it from anywhere. They should put me in a hygienic bubble I guess…

Ten tried to shed one layer of two from my body cos he thought they worsen my fever but after taking off my blanket and I started to cough he put it back and hugged me, like his body warmth could cure my coughing. I started to get shortness of breath and I could see the worry in Ten’s eyes. But thankfully the doctor arrived, they took off my nasal canula and replaced it with an oxygen mask. They also wanted to give my IV to reduce my fever but I was crying to keep my gloves on, saying that my hands are too cold, they can’t get exposed at all. But finally they put that needle on my shivering left hand and bundled it up with scarves.

The oxygen and IV felt nice and I started to finally go to sleep. I could feel Ten’s hand petting my head, I was so thankful that he was there.

#illustration #sweater #sick #sick girl #whump #whumpee #whump art #whump ideas

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materialsscienceandengineering · 2 years ago

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Thermal magIC: Digging into the details of an ambitious new 'thermometry camera'

Thermometers can do a lot of things: Measure the temperature at the center of your perfectly braised chicken or tell you whether to keep your child home from school due to illness. But because of their size, traditional thermometers' uses are still limited. "How do you non-invasively measure a temperature inside a living system such as a human?" said NIST's Thinh Bui. "Or in other environments that may be hard to access—say, the temperature inside a Kevlar vest as a bullet penetrates it. How do you have access to that? You can't stick a traditional thermometer in there." If researchers had a thermometry system that could measure tiny changes in temperature, with high spatial resolution, inside objects opaque to light, that could potentially revolutionize the fields of medicine and manufacturing.

#Materials Science #Science #Temperature #Materials testing

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clintbartonswife · 2 years ago

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in the dark of the night i think of you

Pairings: remus lupin/sirius black, james potter/lily evans Summary: remus before the first full moon after the fateful halloween night Whumptober prompt #2 : thermometer / delirium / 'they dont care about you' Notes: mentions of death, war, self-harm and injury. even remus' hallucinations are mean to him. masterlist || whumptober2023

The night before the full moon was always the worst.

When he was a child he had found it unbearable, coddled by his mother while his father looked on with guilt-laden eyes. They had held him when he cried, always doing their best to prepare him for what was to come.

It was impossible, of course, to prepare a five year old for the pain of their bones reassembling. For the reality of living the rest of their life with a condition that took such a toll, hiding a secret and gaining new scars every month.

He grew to fear the anticipation more than the transformation itself, working himself into a state every time he saw the moon thickening. His parents could do nothing about it, trapped in their helplessness, clinging to each other as his screams tore through the night.

The shame followed the fear.

When Remus was old enough to understand the concept of shame and embarrassment, he could finally name the look on his father's face when talking about his son's 'condition'. That shadowed him through the rest of his life - every new scar just another tally mark of the ever present shame that he brought to his parent's life.

That soon fuelled resentment, Lyall taking up extra hours at work to avoid him, eventually leaving him and his mother with nothing but bad memories. He hadn't even gone to Hope's funeral.

His time at Hogwarts had helped to ease that overwhelming shame, though it still followed him in every avenue of his life. He was taught that he deserved to love and be loved, wholly and without holding back. It had been a tough sell, but by the time he had graduated he finally found it in himself to believe that he had a family that accepted him.

He enjoyed the surety for less than a year.

A cough ripped through him, Remus groaning as another chill racked his body. He tugged the threadbare blanket higher up, curling in on himself in an attempt to retain as much heat as he could.

The cottage he had found was literally crumbling around him, allowing the cold November air to penetrate every corner of the room where he had set up a makeshift bed. As Marlene loved to say, beggars cant be choosers, and he knew he was lucky to find any kind of structure hidden this deep in the woods.

With shaking hands, he took the thermometer from between his lips, squinting to read it in the dim light.

"Shit, 40."

This was just his luck. Hiding out in an abandoned building with a raging fever the day before the full moon.

If this fever killed him, he wondered, how long would his body be left to rot? No one knew where he was - hell, there wasn't anyone left in the world that cared.

"You always were good at the pity party, eh Moony?"

His heart skipped a beat, tears rushing to his eyes at the familiar voice. He didn't dare look up, wanting to hold on to the impossible for just a few seconds longer.

"You know, ignoring us isn't going to change anything."

"Lily -" he breathed, somewhere between a sob and prayer.

"Wow. Okay. I see the favouritism happening right now."

He finally looked up, tears flowing freely. James and Lily stood above him, pity in their eyes and hands entwined.

"How -"

Lily smiled sagely, kneeling by his side, phantom hand placed on his forehead. "You're burning up."

Remus let out a shaky laugh, breath visible in the air. "Right. I'm dying."

"Dramatic!" James sang, flashing a cheeky grin. "You're not dying Moony, you're just finally losing your mind."

His shaky laugh turned to an outright chuckle, the noise even shocking himself. He hadn't laughed properly since -

He got rid of that thought, instead heaving himself in to a sitting position, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders. "Yeah - that makes sense."

Lily shook her head fondly, lightly slapping James' chest. "Be nice."

Remus rolled his eyes fondly, "I always hated it when they'd treat me like I'm fragile, especially before the full moon."

"See, my flower? I'm simply treating Rem like I always have. No need to go easy on him just because I'm a ghost and all."

"We're not ghosts, dummy. I think we're part of his subconscious -"

James gasped, "Are we in your head?"

"That's an awful place to be right now -"

"Is that your way of asking us to leave?"

Remus' smile dropped instantly, looking down at the floor in shame. "No - I'd never... and I - I'm sorry I wasn't there. That I didn't... I -"

"You couldn't have known he'd betray us."

Remus' head swirled as he whipped it around, Peter stood near the doorway, waving sheepishly.

"Took your time, Wormy!" James greeted cheerfully, "Did we interrupt your very important death plans?"

"Not exactly... I got lost. Everything was white and I didn't quite understand how to get out."

Remus snorted, that snort turning into a laugh of disbelief, and then dissolving in to wheezing. Tears ran down his cheeks, contrasted by the smile on his lips.

"Remus?"

"Great. We broke him."

"Don't look at me! I just got here!"

The three of them began to argue, the noise weirdly comforting. It reminded him so strongly of sitting in front of the roaring fire, his friends littered around the common room all debating over the best Bertie Bott's flavour. Sirius tracing shapes on the back of his hand -

"They don't care about you."

Remus froze, blood running cold at the harsh voice. Even after all these years, his father could still suck all the air out of a room.

He looked back up. His friends had disappeared, replaced by his father's looming figure.

"Look at you. You ended up just like I said you would. Alone."

"Da that's -"

"I don't want to hear any more of your pathetic excuses."

"Ex -" Remus choked down his tears, refusing to appear weak in front of him. "This wasn't my fault."

Lyall laughed. A mean, bitter laugh. "You don't really believe that though, do you boy. Those aren't even your words!"

He was right. Of course he was right.

Remus' self-hatred ran deep, supplied by a never-ending well that had been hollowed out in his early life. He found that he would seek out punishment in a way to repent - getting in fights over summer, developing unhealthy drinking habits, even volunteering to immerse himself in the werewolf pack at the height of the war.

During fifth year at the apex of his academic stress he had allowed Sirius to practice his stick and poke on his body. The repetitive sharp pain had been soothing, and a small possessive part of him liked the fact that he wore Sirius' art - something that none of the endless stream of girlfriends would ever have. They had made it more bearable to look at his scarred body, seeing evidence of love instead of reasons for shame.

Of course, even that had been robbed from him. The tattoos instead represented his failure - permenantly marked by the man who had taken his life from him.

"Look at me, boy."

Remus' head moved as if he had been slapped, connecting his eyes to his father's.

"Your friends are dead because of you."

He swallowed heavily, hands curling into fists under the blanket, pulling the fabric impossibly closer to his body.

"You dated that deviant and allowed him to blind you from his true intentions. You might as well have delivered them to the Dark Lord yourself."

Remus' mouth opened, but failed to produce any noise.

The thing was, his father was right. He had been warning him all these years to avoid attachment. Remus was cursed, bringing nothing but pain to those around him.

"They died knowing that you had let them down."

He blinked back tears as James, Lily and Peter reappeared behind his father, faces expressionless.

"We thought we were safe." James spat. "We trusted you."

Lily's voice was uncharacteristically cold, "I was in front of Harry - he saw death before he ever understood joy."

"He didn't just kill me... he blew me up." Peter lifted his hand, showing that one finger was missing, "They couldn't even find my body."

Tears finally began to fall as they all began walking towards him, a cacophony of insults and blame being thrown at him in cold and uncaring voices.

" - couldn't save Marlene -"

" - just a monster -"

" - father was right about you -"

" - Dorcas died for you -"

" - disappointment."

A strong gust of icy wind ripped through the shack, Remus wincing at the intensity of it. When he reopened his eyes, he was alone.

His sobs rattled through his entire body, hunching in on himself as his nails dug into the tattoo on his forearm.

For the first time in his life, he wished for the glow of the full moon.

#whumptober 2023 #remus lupin #marauders #lily potter #james potter #sirius black #peter pettigrew #wolfstar #jily #introspective

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wordpimp · 1 year ago

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Rectal thermometer

A hike from mountain to sea, appalachia to water. Left our backpacks behind, no idea why, had to drive another day to get them. I was working by the river cutting tall bamboo, dangerous work, a rope held me out while I clipped the limbs. I flicked my lit cigarette into the water and it landed on a large ungainly creature. Like a hippopotamus, but more prehistoric. Lungfish, amphibian. Enraged, it rushed up the steps and pinned me down

I thought of adolescence, within a room with a neighbor, something penetrating. Sad coitus, same, nothing left behind

My heart is a bloody faucet, and this experience does not change

#poetry #prose poem #dreams

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«Aftertaste»

Ice and flame that seemed to pierce my soul, changing body temperature each time. The seemingly cold stare of amber irises explored every curve on my heated flesh with fierce lust. The tips of the eyes and eyebrows of my other admirer usually retained a hint of a smirk, not to mention the sweetness of Wei Ying's speech coming from behind me.

- There's no need to be nervous," Lan Wanji whispered, running his phalanges over my cheek. - Our hearts and souls are in your hands.

Something pinched in my chest at his words, which had a deep meaning. Lan Zhan was not inferior in beauty to Wuxian, for his dark hair and light eyes matched his pale skin perfectly. The outline of his back and waist were smooth, graceful, and yet strong.

- Don't be angry, our spring peony," Elder Ilin said, and then kissed my shoulder. - The mere sight of you has clouded our judgment. Isn't that a wicked thing to do?

- Not at all, Wei Ying," Wanji pulled me to him by my chin. - The forbidden fruit is so sweet.

A chill felt along my spine, a thin trickle of the emperor's smile flowed downward, and then... hot breath scorched my skin and my heart, and my beloved Wuxian ran the tip of his tongue over it, licking the wet line and securing the gesture with a light kiss. The fierce pleasure worth their bodies acquiring movement that felt so distinctly inside me. My knees jerked every now and then as the two enchanting men filled me up. From the expression on Lan Zhan's face, it was clear that he was enjoying the pleasure of having his cock rubbed not only by my vaginal walls, but also by Wei Ying's penis. I shrieked involuntarily as the guys stood up and held my weight. I rolled my eyes, opening my mouth and letting out a long moan, which Elder Yilin interrupted by turning my head toward him.

- No noise is forbidden in the cloudy depths," Wuxian said as he pulled away from my lips, then grinned.

Their movements took on bright colors that allowed stars to appear in my eyes. My sweet moans that these young men desired were overlapped with kisses that were like honey. Wanji's lips covered mine, inexperiencedly engaging me in a heated dance of tongues while Wuxian left bright marks on my shoulders, licking away the blood. Those marks said I belonged to him, which meant, "Whoever touches mine will pay with his life," making the excitement just over the scale, and the temperature of our heated bodies would have made the thermometer explode.

"What a variety," I thought to myself for the first time when, in anticipation of coitus with the renegade who had taken the dark path, his trembling close friend Lan Zhan walked in and caught a piquant picture. We expected a short: "squalor," but the emperor's smile made itself known as Wangji approached us. The most revered disciple of the Gusu Lan Order had succumbed to my charms and Elder Yiling's words, which were thrown in a provocative style.

- Let my sister climax," I pleaded breathlessly, as the young men quickened their pace, rubbing their cocks against each other inside me.

The ease of penetration was enviable, given how excited I was to release my lubricant. Lan Zhan closed his eyelids, squinting slightly as the movements picked up pace, and only Wei Ying was out of breath as he reached his peak. Whoever caught us would not have believed a lie about Qi energy transfer, because such a picture would be horrifying if a witness saw a lady grooming two men at a time. A ragged mooing that mingled in the spacious room with the breathing of the young men. Liquid flowed down the shafts of their penises, which made us all realize, "reached the limit," and then my body collapsed. Lan Zhan pressed his lips to mine, sealing the process with a gentle, inexperienced kiss, and near my ear came the elder's whisper, "Wake up."

#mo dao zu shi #headcanon #wei wuxian #lan wangji

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Medical Thermistor Market: Supply Chain and Value Chain Analysis 2025–2032

MARKET INSIGHTS

The global Medical Thermistor Market size was valued at US$ 287.6 million in 2024 and is projected to reach US$ 523.4 million by 2032, at a CAGR of 9.02% during the forecast period 2025-2032. This growth aligns with the broader medical devices market, which was valued at USD 603 billion in 2023 and is expected to grow at 5% CAGR over the next six years.

Medical thermistors are temperature-sensitive resistors widely used in healthcare applications for precise temperature monitoring and control. These components fall into two primary categories: Negative Temperature Coefficient (NTC) thermistors, which decrease resistance as temperature rises, and Positive Temperature Coefficient (PTC) thermistors, which show the opposite behavior. They play critical roles in medical equipment such as patient monitoring systems, laboratory instruments, and therapeutic devices.

The market expansion is driven by multiple factors, including the rising global healthcare expenditure (currently accounting for 10% of global GDP) and increasing demand for accurate diagnostic tools. However, challenges such as stringent regulatory requirements and competition from alternative temperature sensors may restrain growth. Key players like Temperature Specialists, Inc. and Ametherm, Inc. are focusing on product innovations to maintain their market positions.

MARKET DYNAMICS

MARKET DRIVERS

Surge in Temperature-Sensitive Medical Applications to Accelerate Market Adoption

The global medical thermistor market is witnessing robust growth driven by increasing adoption in critical temperature-sensitive medical applications. Medical thermistors play a pivotal role in patient monitoring systems, diagnostic equipment, and therapeutic devices where precise temperature measurement is crucial. Recent advancements in wireless thermistor technology have enabled continuous core body temperature monitoring with accuracy levels reaching ±0.1°C, making them indispensable in critical care settings. Hospitals are increasingly adopting these sensors as patient safety regulations become more stringent globally. The total addressable market for medical temperature sensors is projected to expand significantly as healthcare facilities modernize their infrastructure.

Growing Demand for Home Healthcare Devices to Stimulate Market Growth

The shift toward decentralized healthcare is creating substantial opportunities for medical thermistor manufacturers. With the home healthcare market expanding rapidly, there's increasing demand for compact, reliable temperature sensors in portable medical devices. Thermistors are being integrated into wearable health monitors, smart thermometers, and remote patient monitoring kits at an unprecedented rate. This trend is particularly strong in markets with aging populations, where chronic disease management requires continuous temperature tracking.

Furthermore, regulatory approvals for innovative thermistor-based devices are accelerating market penetration. Recent product launches featuring improved response times below 2 seconds and extended operational lifespans are meeting the evolving needs of home healthcare providers. Manufacturers are responding to this demand by developing medical-grade thermistors with enhanced biocompatibility and miniaturization.

MARKET RESTRAINTS

Stringent Medical Device Regulations to Temporarily Limit Market Expansion

While the medical thermistor market shows strong potential, stringent regulatory requirements pose notable challenges. Medical-grade thermistors must comply with rigorous standards including ISO 13485 certification and FDA Class II device classifications, which can extend product development cycles by 12-18 months. The certification process involves extensive testing for accuracy, stability, and electromagnetic compatibility, significantly increasing time-to-market for new sensor solutions.

Additionally, post-market surveillance requirements and potential liability issues make some manufacturers cautious about investing in medical-grade developments. The cost of maintaining regulatory compliance across different jurisdictions can be prohibitive for smaller manufacturers, potentially limiting innovation in the sector.

MARKET CHALLENGES

Technical Limitations in Extreme Conditions to Hinder Market Potential

The medical thermistor market faces notable technical challenges that restrict certain applications. While thermistors offer excellent sensitivity in normal physiological ranges (25°C to 50°C), performance degradation occurs outside these parameters. This limitation affects their use in cryogenic medical applications or high-temperature sterilization processes where alternative sensor technologies might be preferred.

Furthermore, long-term drift remains a persistent issue, with some medical-grade thermistors showing accuracy variances up to 0.3°C after extended use. This necessitates frequent recalibration in clinical settings, increasing total cost of ownership. Manufacturers are investing in advanced materials and compensation algorithms to address these challenges, but complete solutions remain elusive for certain medical applications.

MARKET OPPORTUNITIES

Integration with IoT Healthcare Platforms to Unlock New Growth Avenues

The convergence of medical thermistors with IoT healthcare systems presents significant growth opportunities. Smart hospitals are increasingly adopting connected temperature monitoring solutions that integrate thermistors with cloud-based analytics platforms. This enables real-time patient monitoring across multiple care settings while maintaining data accuracy within 0.1°C.

Manufacturers are developing Bluetooth Low Energy-enabled thermistor modules that seamlessly connect with healthcare IT infrastructure. Recent innovations include disposable thermistor patches for continuous febrile monitoring in pediatric care, demonstrating the technology's potential for specialized applications. As healthcare systems worldwide prioritize digital transformation, the demand for intelligent thermistor solutions is expected to grow substantially.

Additionally, the emergence of AI-powered diagnostic systems utilizing thermal data creates new application possibilities. Thermistors with faster response times below 100 milliseconds are enabling next-generation medical devices capable of detecting subtle physiological changes predictive of various health conditions.

MEDICAL THERMISTOR MARKET TRENDS

Increasing Demand for Precision Temperature Monitoring in Healthcare

The medical thermistor market is experiencing significant growth due to the rising demand for highly accurate temperature sensing in healthcare applications. Thermistors, particularly Negative Temperature Coefficient (NTC) types, are becoming indispensable in patient monitoring equipment, with their sensitivity to minute temperature changes proving crucial in critical care settings. Recent technological advancements have enabled thermistors to achieve accuracy levels of ±0.1°C, making them preferred over traditional thermocouples in many medical applications. The global market responded strongly to pandemic-driven needs, with demand for medical-grade temperature sensors increasing by approximately 28% during peak healthcare crises.

Other Trends

Miniaturization and Wearable Medical Devices

The trend toward miniaturized medical devices and wearable health monitors is driving innovation in thermistor design. Manufacturers are developing chip-sized thermistors with enhanced thermal response times under 0.5 seconds, specifically for emerging wearable continuous temperature monitoring systems. The wearable medical device market, projected to exceed $195 billion globally by 2027, represents a substantial growth opportunity for advanced thermistor solutions. These miniature components are being integrated into smart patches, ingestible sensors, and implantable devices that require stable, long-term temperature monitoring capabilities.

Regulatory Compliance and Quality Standards

Stringent medical device regulations are shaping thermistor development and manufacturing processes. Compliance with ISO 13485 for medical devices and IEC 60751 standards for temperature sensors has become a critical competitive differentiator. The FDA's increasing focus on medical device cybersecurity has prompted manufacturers to incorporate secure data transmission protocols in thermistor-based monitoring systems. Meanwhile, the European Medical Device Regulation (MDR) requirements have compelled suppliers to enhance material traceability and sterilization compatibility in medical-grade thermistors, particularly for invasive applications such as catheter temperature sensors.

COMPETITIVE LANDSCAPE

Key Industry Players

Medical Thermistor Market: Strategic Moves Dominate as Competition Intensifies

The global medical thermistor market is moderately fragmented, with key players focusing on technological advancements and strategic collaborations to strengthen their position. Temperature Specialists, Inc. and Minco lead the market, holding significant revenue shares owing to their specialized thermistor solutions tailored for critical medical applications. These companies leverage their expertise in precision temperature sensing to cater to hospitals, diagnostic labs, and pharmaceutical manufacturers.

Tempco Electric Heater Corp. and Quality Thermistor, Inc. have also emerged as strong contenders, particularly in North America and Europe. Their growth is driven by rising adoption of NTC thermistors in wearable medical devices and patient monitoring systems, fueled by the increasing demand for real-time health data tracking.

Recent industry trends indicate that market leaders are investing heavily in miniaturization and IoT integration. For instance, Ametherm, Inc. recently launched a series of ultra-compact PTC thermistors for implantable medical devices, capturing attention in the cardiology and neurology segments. Meanwhile, Sensor Scientific, Inc. secured FDA clearance for its new line of sterilization-compatible thermistors, addressing growing infection control requirements in surgical settings.

While large corporations dominate through scale, smaller players are gaining traction by focusing on niche applications. The competitive landscape continues evolving as companies balance cost pressures with the need for high-reliability components in medical environments. Partnerships with healthcare technology providers have become a key differentiator, particularly in emerging markets where local regulations demand specialized compliance.

List of Key Medical Thermistor Companies Profiled

Temperature Specialists, Inc. (U.S.)

Tempco Electric Heater Corp. (U.S.)

Minco (U.S.)

Quality Thermistor, Inc. (U.S.)

Therm-X (U.S.)

Ametherm, Inc. (U.S.)

Sensor Scientific, Inc. (U.S.)

Segment Analysis:

By Type

NTC Thermistor Segment Leads the Market Due to High Sensitivity in Medical Applications

The market is segmented based on type into:

NTC Thermistor

Subtypes: Bead type, Disc type, and Chip type

PTC Thermistor

Subtypes: Ceramic PTC and Polymer PTC

By Application

Medical Industry Segment Dominates Market Share for Temperature Monitoring and Control

The market is segmented based on application into:

Medical Industry

Sub-applications: Patient monitoring, Diagnostic equipment, and Therapeutic devices

Pharmaceutical Industry

Sub-applications: Drug storage monitoring and Manufacturing process control

Regional Analysis: Medical Thermistor Market

North America The Medical Thermistor market in North America is characterized by high adoption of advanced medical technologies and stringent regulatory frameworks, such as FDA approvals for medical-grade temperature sensors. The U.S. dominates the region, driven by substantial healthcare expenditure—over $4.3 trillion annually—and a growing elderly population requiring continuous patient monitoring. Additionally, the increasing prevalence of chronic diseases like diabetes and cardiovascular conditions fuels demand for accurate thermistors in diagnostic and therapeutic devices. Key players like Temperature Specialists, Inc. and Minco leverage this landscape by offering precision-engineered NTC and PTC thermistors for applications in wearable monitors and hospital equipment. However, market saturation and pricing competition pose challenges for smaller suppliers.

Europe Europe’s market thrives on strict adherence to medical device regulations (MDR) and ISO 13485 standards, ensuring high-quality thermistor integration in pharmaceutical and clinical applications. Countries like Germany and France lead innovations in miniaturized and wireless temperature sensors, driven by investments in smart healthcare solutions. The EU’s emphasis on reducing medical waste has spurred demand for reusable thermistors with extended lifespans, particularly in neonatal care and vaccine storage. Although the region faces cost pressures from Asian competitors, local manufacturers maintain a stronghold through customized solutions for niche applications. The Nordic countries, with their thriving medtech hubs, further contribute to regional growth.

Asia-Pacific As the fastest-growing market, Asia-Pacific benefits from expanding healthcare infrastructure, particularly in China and India, where government initiatives like "Healthy China 2030" prioritize medical device localization. The region’s cost-effective thermistor production caters to both domestic and export markets, with Japanese and South Korean firms leading in high-precision sensor technology. Increasing demand for home healthcare devices post-pandemic, alongside rising disposable incomes, supports adoption. However, price sensitivity in emerging economies limits the uptake of premium thermistor variants, favoring mid-range NTC sensors. Meanwhile, Southeast Asia’s pharmaceutical boom presents untapped opportunities for temperature-monitoring solutions in drug manufacturing.

South America South America exhibits moderate growth, constrained by economic instability but bolstered by gradual improvements in public healthcare systems. Brazil remains the largest market, where thermistors are increasingly used in portable diagnostic equipment tackling infectious diseases like dengue. Local suppliers face challenges from import dependency due to limited semiconductor manufacturing capabilities. Regulatory harmonization efforts, such as those by ANVISA, aim to streamline approvals, yet bureaucratic delays hinder market expansion. Argentina and Colombia show potential, albeit with fragmented demand skewed toward low-cost alternatives for primary care clinics.

Middle East & Africa The MEA market is nascent but promising, driven by healthcare modernization in GCC countries like the UAE and Saudi Arabia, where smart hospitals deploy IoT-enabled thermistors for real-time patient monitoring. Sub-Saharan Africa relies on international aid programs for medical device procurement, creating sporadic demand. While regional production is minimal, partnerships with global manufacturers (e.g., Ametherm, Inc.) support technology transfer. Challenges include underdeveloped supply chains and low awareness of advanced thermistor applications beyond basic thermometry. Long-term prospects hinge on infrastructure investments and regulatory reforms to attract FDI.

Report Scope

This market research report provides a comprehensive analysis of the Global and regional Medical Thermistor markets, covering the forecast period 2024–2032. It offers detailed insights into market dynamics, technological advancements, competitive landscape, and key trends shaping the industry.

Key focus areas of the report include:

Market Size & Forecast: Historical data and future projections for revenue, unit shipments, and market value across major regions and segments. The Global Medical Thermistor market was valued at USD 120.5 million in 2024 and is projected to reach USD 185.3 million by 2032, growing at a CAGR of 5.5% during the forecast period.

Segmentation Analysis: Detailed breakdown by product type (NTC Thermistor, PTC Thermistor), application (Medical Industry, Pharmaceutical Industry), and end-user industry to identify high-growth segments and investment opportunities.

Regional Outlook: Insights into market performance across North America, Europe, Asia-Pacific, Latin America, and the Middle East & Africa, including country-level analysis where relevant. Asia-Pacific currently holds the largest market share at 38%.

Competitive Landscape: Profiles of leading market participants, including their product offerings, R&D focus, manufacturing capacity, pricing strategies, and recent developments such as mergers, acquisitions, and partnerships.

Technology Trends & Innovation: Assessment of emerging technologies, integration of IoT in medical devices, precision temperature measurement solutions, and evolving industry standards.

Market Drivers & Restraints: Evaluation of factors driving market growth (increasing healthcare expenditure, aging population) along with challenges (stringent regulatory requirements, supply chain constraints).

Stakeholder Analysis: Insights for component suppliers, medical device OEMs, system integrators, investors, and policymakers regarding the evolving ecosystem and strategic opportunities.

Primary and secondary research methods are employed, including interviews with industry experts, data from verified sources, and real-time market intelligence to ensure the accuracy and reliability of the insights presented.

FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS:

What is the current market size of Global Medical Thermistor Market?

-> Medical Thermistor Market size was valued at US$ 287.6 million in 2024 and is projected to reach US$ 523.4 million by 2032, at a CAGR of 9.02% during the forecast period 2025-2032.

Which key companies operate in Global Medical Thermistor Market?

-> Key players include Temperature Specialists, Inc., Tempco Electric Heater Corp., Minco, Quality Thermistor, Inc., Therm-X, Ametherm, Inc., and Sensor Scientific, Inc., among others.

What are the key growth drivers?

-> Key growth drivers include rising healthcare expenditure, increasing demand for precise temperature monitoring in medical applications, and technological advancements in medical devices.

Which region dominates the market?

-> Asia-Pacific holds the largest market share at 38%, while North America follows closely with 32% market share.

What are the emerging trends?

-> Emerging trends include miniaturization of thermistors, development of wireless temperature monitoring systems, and increasing adoption in home healthcare devices.

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