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hello! could you do a Jiyan beginning to somewhat develop draconic traits out of the blue and their s/o helping him through it, like, tail & horns popping out, growing canines, enhanced senses and unconsciously exhibiting a few behaviors like being more protective and practicing courting rituals for his s/o despite them already being his wife + bonus if some other character or the city takes notice of this ^^

A/n: Hope you like this anon, this was a really cute idea, thank you for requesting! <3

Contents: Jiyan x Reader, gn reader, the reader is referred to as Jiyan's wife, Baizhi cameo lol, fluff, a tiny bit suggestive if you squint

“What’s this?” Your fingers grasp his cheek and turn his head to the side, taking a closer look to the light sheen his skin held now, taking a moment to realize those are scales. Jiyan’s golden eyes looked at you in surprise, his pupils shrinking before dilating when your warmth seeped into his skin. A small throaty ‘hm’ came from him as you inspected him.

“It’s.. nothing.. Just something I woke up with today, but nothing to stir concern” he replied, his hand laying on top of yours and bringing the palm to his lips to kiss before letting you go. It was true, he already had formed scales on his other cheek from before, three little petal-shaped things that were so smooth you could barely feel them apart from his own skin.

You didn’t press further, only nodding and going along with your morning routine with him.

-It was later when other things began to form that you asked again, ‘what is this?’ and Jiyan began to feel less and less secure in his answers

-It started off with those scales spreading to other parts of his body - his forearms, shins and lower back. They were faded and not as noticeable, and most of those he could hide underneath his uniform too

-Next came the sharper teeth. He usually had a sharper set of canines, but this noticeable change nearly cost him his tongue while eating. And when he was playfully nipping your neck when you were making dinner and he came to hug you from behind. They made you wince, and he immediately backed off, concerned

-Horns and tail were something Jiyan had expected at this rate, yet he was shocked nonetheless to be woken up by you shaking his shoulders, saying how something was squeezing your leg - that something being this newly formed tail of his. As he went to sit up he could see you looking at him with your jaw slack as you stared at the top of his head, the two pretty horns sitting elegantly even in face of your shock.

“Are you going to say this is nothing again?” “.......”

-It was worrying at first, since neither of you knew whether this was some bad omen or just a side effect of his resonance abilities. If these were some signs pointing to a potential overclocking, which was a thought that most scared you, then it’d be best to have them checked out by a professional

-It would be the first time Jiyan’s usual demeanor failed him, and he proved rather stubborn in accepting your offer of going to see Baizhi, or any other doctor for that matter - Mortefi? His mother? - anyone! Yet, what he opted to do was grumble and curl up in the bed, his long tail training after him like a big snake.

-Fed up with this new behavior from your lover, and worried all the way to your bones, you called Baizhi in, promising to pay her double if she just gave a house visit - Baizhi was understanding and never intended to refuse your request anyway, and your hastiness and pleas only urged her to stop by sooner.

-One thing is certain when she saw Jiya - she was taken aback and lost for words.

-You’tan, her loyal companion, would curiously look at Jiyan, its pearl-like eyes staring at him as its big fluffy body flew around him.

-Jiyan was rather grumpy during the entire check up, his pupils like that of a cat with slits for pupils, his hands forming a fist in his lap. This was nothing short of irritating for him - and confusing. Why was he acting like this? He never found Baizhi’s presence so unbearable before, but he tried to reason that by saying that this was his house, and naturally anyone would feel a little imposed on if someone entered their home, where they were their most vulnerable arguably

-Baizhi didn’t have too many answers for you, but could say that this was nothing fatal or dangerous, her companion also found nothing that could indicate anything deteriorating within Jiyan.

-Relieved, but filled with no more clarity than before, you walked Baizhi out the door after the check up before returning to Jiyan who still sat at the edge of the bed, his darkened eyes glaring at you as you entered

-The tip of his tail flicked back and forth in frustration, but you only huffed in return, scolding him for his stubbornness, asking whether there was something that happened on the battlefield he didn’t confide in you for - but as a response all you got was being pulled into his lap.

-He noses at your neck, inhaling your scent as his arms wrap around your midriff, just happy to feel you close to him again. He sighs in relief, his face not moving from the juncture of your neck, and his tail waves from side to side on top of the bed, showing satisfaction and mirth, while also making a mess of the bed sheets.

-You question him again, pulling back just enough to look down at him as you sit in his lap, but Jiyan spends little time in moving down to put his chin on your chest, looking up at you, and although it was a little awkward for his neck he didn’t complain or show any signs of discomfort. He only gave you a small smile before kissing under your chin

“Nothing.. I’m fine, did you not hear what Baizhi said?.. If you ask me, this will pass soon enough. Might enjoy it while it lasts, no?”

-The rest of the morning was spent curled up with him, your limbs intertwined and his tail around your body in one way or another, cuddling closer and closer and closer still until he could nuzzle his cheek against yours or kiss over your shoulders or neck again

-During the time you were cooking, he proved quite clingy too, but then he’d randomly disappear somewhere within the house only to return with the wedding ring.

“You forgot to put this on” “Hm, but I’m cooking, I don’t want to get it dirty” you respond, your brows furrowed as you kneaded some bread dough, your eyes catching a look of hurt on his face and disappointment. Jiyan sighed and nodded before setting the ring on the dining table. “You can put it on afterwards then” he replies and comes up behind you, putting his chin on your shoulder before his hands sneak underneath your to knead the dough for you. You gave a huff of a chuckle, as he effortlessly trapped you in his embrace here.

-Jiyan didn’t wish to leave the house, not wanting people to see this changed appearance. There were enough gossips about him already and he didn’t need more spreading about. But he wasn’t opposed to sitting in the backyard, soaking in the sun alongside you. The fence was high enough to protect from any wandering eyes.

-If you were to sit in the chair and doze off, you’d come back to Jiyan, assorting little tiny rocks of various colors long your thigh, balancing them on in little columns or in a simpler pattern, smiling at you innocently when you look at him.

-This… dragon version of your lover was slowly growing on you.. You had to wonder if he could control this appearance, or if it will return again after it disappears?

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httpsghostie · 1 year

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Enemy pt 2

pt 1

if I saw him walking towards me like this I would run

I'm speechless this is so long I'ms orry I got carried away

Summary: you put yourself in a delicate situation with your superiors despite knowing more and end up in wrong hands.

Word Count: 4,3k

Warnings: dubcon, smut, König x female!reader, strong language, blood, gore, violence, knife play, spanking, dacryphilia, edging, unprotected piv sex (wrap it b4 you tap it), no use of y/n

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You've underestimated him, that's for sure. But you found out too late.

You found out when you were walking around, trying to find your captain to discuss some issues, and instead found a pile of dead soldiers and a pool of blood.

The door to his cell was ajar and of course the lights were off. That fucking bastard, how was it so easy for him to take down four trained soldiers? And how did he get away from the chains?

Maybe it happened when he was being fed, maybe he was strong enough to break the chains. And even if he was, why didn't he snap out of them when you were literally milking the info out of him?

You reach for your pistol and carefully follow the dark hallway to his cell after calling for backup, but you decided they would take the time you couldn't waste with this bastard. On the way, you rolled one of the soldiers with your foot, he'd been stabbed on his vital parts, and you deduced he did this to every other one of your guys.

Your ears ringed, your blood boiling through your veins with anxiousness, but at times like this you couldn't show your weaknesses. You were in it until the end.

You stand in front of the door, your fear getting even worse. You know you shouldn't show it. He smelled fear, he got off from that, of how your pretty eyes widened at his sight.

In an instant, the door is kicked open by your right foot, and before you could inspect the cell, your body was thrown on the ground in a loud thud, a heavy weight collapsing onto you, pinning you down on the floor.

Your head got dizzy from hitting the concrete too hard, but you could recognize that man from a mile away. You could recognize his nauseating scent even if someone brainwashed you for years.

He pressed your weak body with his weight as his blood covered hands caressed the black fabric on your mask, slowly lifting it up to reveal your puffy lips, waiting for him. He can't help but smile at the memories of your lips wrapped around his girthy cock as he held your head in place. He wants to do it again. But not now, now he's worried about other things.

"You're so pretty when you keep your mouth shut." He runs his finger along your lips, you could almost feel the metallic taste of blood. "I want to kill you so bad, slit that beautiful throat you got." He grabs you by the neck.

"Then do it." You said with gritted teeth.

"And end the fun of hunting you?" He pushed you back on the floor as your face started to get red. "I'll give you another chance to live, how merciful I am." He laughs, standing up and leaving you there, almost like the way you left him.

He disappears in the dark, and the last thing you remember were his eyes piercing through your soul, marking you forever, and your vision blurs. There were dry tears on the corners of your eyes, and your mind was filled with red.

You wake up in a white room and as soon as you open your eyes, you're blinded by the bright lights that reflect on the white walls and floor. There's no one with you. Great, they didn't even bother to put a recruit to watch out for you, ouch.

When you're prepared to leave the room, a doctor sees your movement and says he's glad you've finally woken up. He tells you about a concussion, and you listen to it until it slowly starts to sound like a distant babble, so far away, and your brain can't handle any more information as someone lurks behind the doctor.

He. It was him. He was there for you again. He was going to get you.

He's standing behind the man, holding a knife up to his face. His gaze. You can only feel how creepy his gaze is on you and how intimidating he looks with his gigantic size.

You know he's smiling, of course he's smiling, he's fucking insane, that's why. He's not leaving you alone, he's going to get you, he's going to kill you. You're gonna pay for what you did.

And the thoughts don't leave your injured brain as you try to run but your body does not respond to any of your commands.

He's there, he's going to kill you.

He's going to kill you.

"-and some might experience hallucinations." You blink rapidly and he's gone. You look back to the doctor. "Are you alright?" He asked you as he saw your sweaty forehead and your out of breath figure.

"Mhm." You cut him off, reaching for the clothes on the side of your hospital bed. "How long have I been asleep?"

"A day. Listen, you should rest." He puts a gentle hand on your shoulder and you push him away.

"I can't afford to rest."

You get dressed quickly and leave through the white corridors, trying to find your phone in the never ending pockets of your vest. Your head was hurting like hell, you felt your brain pounding on your skull.

You're going to end his life.

"Tell me you got that motherfucker!" You screamed on the phone as your captain picked up.

"Listen, you need to calm d-"

"I am fucking calm! Where the hell were you when he killed our men? Where the hell are you now?" Your anger makes your head hurt even more.

"I can't talk right now." You were able to hear other voices in the call, like someone else was talking in the room he was in.

"Then shove your dead men in your fucking ass!" You scream again, throwing the phone on a wall. Everyone around looks at you and you feel embarrassed, picking your phone up and shoving it in your pocket.

The sun falls down and you're met with a beautiful night and a sky full of stars. But that sight irritated you deeply when you had spent the last five hours looking at it when you couldn't sleep. He always came back. He always found his way into your brain. That manic look on his eyes whenever he had control over the situation. It's okay, you could handle it.

"You'd look so pretty with a knife up to your throat."

"What?" You blink fast, looking frantically to the sides and trying to find him lurking in the shadows. He wasn't there. He wasn't real. You shake off the thoughts, taking another long sip of the now cold coffee in a bottle right by your side.

But as they say, idle hands are the devil's tools. You couldn't stay still, how the fuck did he escape? How did he break those chains and most importantly, how did he break that iron door?

You wander around the hallways, finding your way to what used to be his cell. The floor still had a blood stain that couldn't be washed away, and thankfully they didn't care enough about such a thing. Holding a flashlight to the door, you see it wasn’t forced, so maybe he escaped when someone got in.

You take a deep breath before entering the cell, leaving a foot holding the door from the inside. It had a mechanism of automatically locking when closed, and there was no way to open from the inside.

The dim light is enough to illuminate the room, but you need to get closer to the chains if you want to examine them.

"Fuck." You mumble, trying to stretch your best to get to it, but it's too far from your hands. In a blink of a moment, the foot that supported your weight slipped and you fell to the ground, leaving the door unattended.

You look desperately to it, but it stays open. You sigh in relief, standing on your feet again and moving closer to the chains. You pick them up, but they have no sign of damage, someone unlocked his cuffs.

It's strange, this doesn't make sense at all.

Fear starts to settle in your mind and you think you should leave by now. As you leave the cell, your heart starts pounding mercilessly in your chest and your vision blurs. Your head is spinning and your legs betray you, making you fall on your knees and hands.

Bullet wound.

Bullet wound?

The night creeps onto your brain, you rolling the guard on his back, watching his lifeless body turn. Besides having stab wounds on the stomach, he had a bullet wound on the cheek, wait, what? Was it necessary to shoot him if he was dead already? Or was it necessary to stab him? And either way, how? König didn't have any guns, let alone a knife. Well, of course he could've snatched it from them, but how?

Plus the guard's cheek wound seemed to have come from a bigger caliber than what they dealt with down there.

This was suspect as fuck.

You regain consciousness, looking around, and you smile as your eyes meet with a red light from a security camera in the corner of the hallway.

But they wouldn't be so stupid, would they?

You sprint your way to the vigilance room, sighing as you face an at least easy obstacle. There was a guard there, of course, watching the cameras, but he seemed to be more interested in what you had to offer.

"Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes." You fake a smile, leaving the room. Like a needy man, he doesn't hesitate to go where you told him you'd be, and you lock him inside, saying you just need a few more minutes.

You try to get the images as fast as you could, putting them in a flash drive and running back to your room.

It seemed almost too easy.

As you're turning left in the hallway that leads to your room, you hit a wall, well, a man, but he was so tall and bulky he could be considered a wall.

"Where are you going in a rush in the middle of the night?" Ghost asks. Solid as a rock.

"Asking you the same thing." You scratch your head in embarrassment, he was too close for your liking.

"What you got there?" He points to your clenched fist, the flash drive was in your hand.

"Nothing." You say too fast, trying to get past him, he grabs your arm tightly, making you open your palm and yelp in pain, the small device falling on the ground. He stomps on it, smashing it on the ground, and gets even closer to your ear.

"Don't mess with them." He growls. "Go back to your room before you get yourself killed."

He knew something was up, and that confirmed your suspicions. He let you go and stood there looking at you getting away.

"'Cause you're gonna pay for it, maus." You turn back and he's still standing, holding both of his hands in front of him.

"What did you say?" You frown, walking back to him, ready to tear him apart.

"What? I didn't say anything?" He looks genuinely confused. "What's wrong with you, nitwit?"

Aw, Ghost and his delicate words.

"Yeah, I hope you didn't say anything."

You couldn't give yourself rest, you've been awake since you woke up at the hospital a day ago. The footage was gone, there was no way you could get it back, Ghost knew about something, and you were close to finding out the truth.

But you didn't give up so easily, you needed to know what happened.

While everyone else was getting breakfast, you went to the vigilance room again, trying not to get caught. The room was left alone for a few minutes as the guard miraculously had to go to the bathroom, you know, maybe it was the laxative you put in his coffee earlier.

You searched through the files and finally found the one you were looking for, the night he escaped.

The hallway was calm, a few men guarding the door to his cell. A man slowly approached them, and he wore a mask, but everyone could recognize him. The captain. What was he doing there?

They open the door for him and he gets in, there's a few minutes between him walking in and out, but when a guard opens the door, he's suddenly shot in the face. König walks out too, helping the captain take down the other guys.

It's pure brutality, and it's also so explicit. The violence of their hands committing such a crime, not hesitating to kill an innocent life for their own benefit. You hated them even more when you saw the captain's eyes widening, probably it was the moment you asked for backup on the radio.

He gave König a little tap on the arm and said something, then ran to the opposite side, leaving König alone to do whatever he wanted to you.

Then why did he spare your life?

He could've killed you so easily, why did he decide to let you go?

"And end the fun of hunting you?" You remembered his words.

The door gets kicked open behind you and two soldiers drag you out of the room, you try to get away from their strong arms, kicking and trying to scratch their skin.

Ghost was walking by when he saw you, giving you a disappointed frown. You knew what he wanted to say, you saw it in his eyes.

I told you not to mess with them.

You went too deep.

They drag you to the captain's office, throwing you on a chair.

"It's enough, you know too much."

When you think about biting back, you feel a stinging pain on your neck and the men holding you down. The pain was unbearable in your veins, like it was tearing you inside out, and soon your brain started to shut down.

Your head hurts when you wake up, and you panic when you feel your hands tied behind your back. You'd been tossed on a mattress, and your body was hurting more than usual, your stomach was hurting, you couldn't believe you were hungry in times like this.

You swallowed the weird taste on your mouth, looking around the room with half lidded eyes. Your head falls to the mattress once your eyes meet his and you sigh heavily, trying to shake off the hallucination.

"You know, this didn't have to go the hard way." You hear him say, you quickly turned your head and he was still there. "I told you'd be going to pay for that. You know how badly you humiliated me?" You chuckle.

"Aw, poor König." You laugh, but your laugh is cut as soon as he crouches in front of you, gripping your chin to face him. He makes you stay on your knees, and you gulp nervously.

"You really look prettier with your mouth closed." He throws you back on the mattress like you're made of paper and gets some silver tape from the chair. You widen your eyes, shaking your head from side to side. "Are you gonna shut up?" He lands a harsh slap to your face and you nod. "Good girl, maus. See? Not too late to learn."

He throws the tape back, grabbing you by the hair so you could stand. He's looking deeply into your eyes, and for a moment you fell for it. You didn't know if it was from the sedatives, but you fell for the way he looked at you.

"What's that puppy look for?" He asks, letting go of your hair. "I haven't even fucked you yet and you're already dumb?" He chuckles.

You can't express how badly you want to give him a sarcastic response, but judging from your red cheek, he wouldn't be pleased by it.

He reaches for his knife and presses it right against your throat. You swallow hard, trying not to move.

"Can't help but remember how cute you look taking my cock. I think I might have to do it again." He moves the tip of the knife across your collarbone, then down to your chest, stomach, slowly stopping at your crotch.

You're looking at him with not a single thought behind your eyes, the pain in your head was gone miraculously, and it's like time has frozen. He's so tall, so masculine, so insane. Maybe your taste in men is completely unhinged, or maybe he was hot.

He moves behind you, one hand to your mouth and one holding the knife against your throat.

"You can scream, cry, and no one can hear you here." He really got off from your fear, and you feel his devious smile. "I can do whatever I want to you." He gives you a creepy laugh.

Your shirt is ripped off from you, leaving you in a sports bra that also got cut by his knife, letting your chest free from fabric. He runs the knife along your tits and smiles from how hard your nipples are.

Pants were also a thing he didn't want to see you in, but this time he just pulled them down, leaving you naked. He stood in front of you once again, eyeing you up and down, like you were to be his last meal.

God, this was so embarrassing. Humiliating.

He takes his gloves off after putting the knife on his boot, revealing his veiny hands that were at least double the size of yours, and runs an eager finger around your folds, chuckling when his fingers meet your sticky fluid.

"You're fucking wet." He inserts a finger into you without any warning and you moan, trying to close your legs. "I can't believe you're into this."

"Shut up." You grit your teeth and look at him through your eyebrows, trying to keep your balance. And there goes another red cheek, you swear you could taste the blood from a cut.

"Watch your mouth."

He fingers you quickly, sometimes pausing to rub a few circles on your clit. He was enjoying the power he had over you, to watch your limbs get weak to his touch, to feel how wet he could make you without doing much.

You could feel something growing inside of your stomach, and showing it off would make him get his fingers away from you, but he saw it in your face.

He removes his fingers, slapping at your wet cunt, and makes you kneel for him. You whine, but there's not much time to complain when he's burying his cock down your throat. Thank God you don't have a gag reflex. He fucked your pretty mouth with so much taste, making you drool all over your tits.

He loved hearing the sounds you made, like your throat was made for him. He couldn't forget this feeling, that night when he met you, he wanted to live in that moment forever, him securing your head in place, pressing your body against that cold wall so you couldn’t get away from him, and coming right down your throat.

You cough when he pulls out, your face covered in tears and your own saliva. He pushed you on the mattress, spreading your legs further apart. He was so fucking hard, he needed to see how hungry your pussy was for his cock.

He pushes his pants further down, and pulls his shirt up only to expose his abdomen. His fat, girthy dick wanders on your wet folds before entering you in a long thrust. You suppress a moan, it's not like you've fucked anyone else that had such an advantage down there, it's hard to take him.

He holds your knees to your shoulders, increasing the pace on which he fucked you. You felt so good, so warm and especially tight, so fucking tight around him.

In a moment, he's pounding so hard into you that you can barely breathe, you feel the sweat sticking your bodies together, how his body hair stuck to his body with your slick, and how you're quickly reaching your high.

Why is it always written on your face?

"Not yet." You cry out as he leaves you empty, turning you to have your ass in the air for him. You tried to struggle, but he held your hips in place as he entered you at full speed, hitting your cervix repeatedly. He slapped and scratched your ass, leaving red marks. "I'm gonna ruin you, make you only ever want me." He growls as he takes the knife again, holding you close with his free hand as you try to escape him. "I'm gonna ruin you so bad that I'll be the only one you'll be willing to fuck."

His knife glides on your skin, pressing a little too hard for your liking, and you can't help but flex the muscles on your thighs as you feel it giving you a light scratch.

"Shh, shh, easy, maus. I’m not gonna kill you right now." He whispered and gripped your thigh way too hard. You winced in pain and he let go, lurking his hand around your body and pulling you close.

You've felt worse pains, but neither of them ever turned you on. This was something else. You had no clue on what you've been drugged with, but you lost every inch of self preservation you could ever have.

"Ahh, just like this." He moans, still fucking your brains out. "That's it, hase, let me hear you, hm?" Until now you've only let out soft whimpers, trying your best to keep quiet in fear he’d tape your mouth, pressing your lips together and scrunching your nose. "It's not like anyone else will hear you down here."

"Fuck, König." You finally cry, like you were holding your breath for hours. Your hands are touching his abs, nails digging on his flesh as he pushes past your physical limits. It’s such a strange feeling, he was definitely too big, too much to take, but at the same time you craved even more of his touches, like you were starving for any kind of touch.

“So pretty when you scream my name.” His hand takes a few soaked hairs off your face, then stops at your neck, squeezing tight.

“Please, it’s too much.” Your voice cracks and he throws your body on the mattress, your face buried in it, inhaling the sweet smell of dirt and making a tiny pool of tears.

“You didn’t seem to listen when I was the one asking you to stop.” His hands grabbed your waist and he pulled you down on his cock, like you were some kind of toy. He whimpered as his long fingers entered the tight hole of your ass, pumping it back and forth with his thrusts.

You could feel a burning sensation crashing against your skin as you reached your orgasm almost forcefully, contorting your face as your body was shaking uncontrollably. “See? And you wanted me to stop.”

“Shut up.” You mewled, and he wasn’t very happy about it.

König pulled you by your tied hands and stood in front of you, grasping your chin tightly.

“Why do you have to be so impolite when I’m trying to give you pleasure?” He lifted just a bit of his hood to spit on your face and slapped you. “I’ll have to teach you some manners.”

He tapped his dick on your face, covering almost half of it, he smeared your tears across your cheeks and pushed his long shaft past your lips. “Scheiße.” He murmured under his breath as his tip brushed your throat. He couldn’t contain the need to ruin your pretty little face.

You looked at his arms with blurred vision, he was so strong, so tall and masculine, yet he used all of that for the wrong reasons in war, fighting for the opposite side. You cursed yourself for ever letting this happen.

His pace becomes irregular and he’s panting even more, looking down at you with that lunatic look. He’s holding your hair in his fist, fucking your throat until you couldn’t even talk, leaving your jaw sore. He pulls out, using his free hand to jerk his member in front of you until he’s coming all over your mouth and chest.

The taste is almost the same as last time.

You both take deep breaths before he’s getting dressed again, preparing himself to get away from you.

“Wait, König, please.” You try to crawl to him in a pathetic attempt to make him feel pity for you.

“Please what, maus?” He asks in the most innocent way, looking deeply into your eyes. You can’t form a sentence, you’re not even sure what you want. “I told you’d pay, hm?”

He laughs deviously, leaving you there alone. Hands still tied tight behind your back, your naked body that he used to get revenge and your chest, covered in his bitter cum. Your jaw is sore, your limbs are weak, and there’s nothing you can do to get out of there. He left you with more questions than answers.

Oh, you’re so gonna pay for that.

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realcube · 10 days

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kunikida + work stress

things at the ada have been heating up, from what you've heard. your boyfriend speaks little of his work, but it doesn't take a psychoanalytical genius to figure out by the way he grinds his teeth constantly and the perpetual look of discomfort on his face that he might be stressed.

and unless it was your relationship that was straining him — which it's not because you're an angel — the only other viable option is his work.

he doesn't like to divulge information about his job too much so whenever you ask him about the issues going on, in hopes that talking about it might alleviate his worries, he finds a way to skirt around the details and essentially tell you nothing.

not bothering to pry any longer, you give it a rest and leave him to sort it out on his own like he usually does. however, you realise that his stress may be a cause for concern, when you begin to smell burning in your bedroom on a tuesday night.

having not lit any candles, naturally you were worried. though you were instantly relieved when you noticed your bedroom window was open, and the source of the scent was definitely coming from outside.

promptly, you shut the window to prevent the smell from infecting your room, then rush downstairs to inspect it further. without searching for long, you find the back door is ajar and through the slit you can see outside, and there is a figure looming by the wall which you immediately recognise as your boyfriend, kunikida.

however, it was what he was doing that came as a shock.

you watch as he brings a cigarette up to his lips, and takes an extended draw; huffing out the smoke in a deep, jaded sigh, allowing it to sink into the crisp night air. the lit tip glowed a fiery orange, which reflected in his glasses as he stared down at it. cigarette held between his two fingers, one arms was crossed over his chest and the other held it to his mouth, then lazily dropped back to his side as he exhaled.

as a grown man, he could do what he wants so it wasn't nessecarily off-putting to see him smoke — especially not when he does it in such an alluring manner — but it simply surprised you since you've never seen him do it before, nor has he ever mentioned it.

you pad over to the door and poke your head out, "are you okay?" you ask, quietly.

when he fully registers your presense, he is quick to try and hide his cigarette by throwing it on the ground and stomping on it, then crossing his arms over his chest and awkwardly looking up at the sky as though he was just admiring the moon all along. "oh, yes, dear." he stammered, trying to create the most believable pose, but they were all rigid, "i just needed some fresh air."

"you know i saw you, right?" you giggle, while he sighs from defeat.

"(y/n), i'm so sorry. the pressure from the ada has been severe so i—"

you hastily interupt him before he commences a long-winded, solemn apology, "you don't need to be sorry. do what you like. i'm not your mother, or your doctor."

eyebrows furrowed together, he nods.

"but i do feel a bit bad," since he didn't have anything to add, you continue, "that you'd rather stand out here in the dark with a cigarette than talk to me about your work stress. but whatever helps, i suppose."

his breath hitches, and all he's able to do is offer you a weak smile, "may i do both?"

you reciprocate, and with a small shrug, you whisper, "sure."

#kunikida doppo #bsd kunikida #bungou stray dogs kunikida #kunikida x reader #bungou stray dogs #kunikida x you #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd x gender neutral reader

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god-complex-12 · 2 years

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Doc

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Pairing: 141 x [Medic] reader

Pronouns: he/him

Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2

Disclaimer: Price has a little more description on y/n’s character, so you might wanna read that one, just a little fyi. Reader is almost a total ripoff of Doc from R6S.

A/n: This is a new post, not a repost.

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Word count: 296

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John P.

- He feels reassured when he hears Laswell was assigning a medic that would be in battle with them.

- He looked over the man’s file carfulled, seeing he had a PhD and a master’s in the medical field. All he could wonder is how this guy managed to juggle school and this military job.

- Once he had met y/n, he immediately analyzed his personality. He admired y/n’s extremely calm personality.

- He was very eager to put the medic into the field.

- He liked watching Doc from afar. Watching him care for those who are wounded and beating the shit out of those who inflicted those wounds.

- He was okay with that until he was the one who was hurt and getting pampered by the man.

Price hissed as he fell back onto the hallway wall. “Doc! Bedroom 1!” He barked, as soon as y/n showed any sign of helping the captain.

Y/n put his back against the wall next to the door, as he put his gun away and pulled out his knife. Soon the enemy stepped out, y/n grabbed the man, turning him around and pinning him against the wall, slitting his throat. Price watched, holding his gunshot wound.

Doc crouched down in front of his captain. Y/n unhooked Price’s gear vest and lifted up his shirt. Price then slapped y/n’s hand away.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Y/n stared at the captain for a second, blinking. “With all due respect, saving your damn life.”

[Gaz] Kyle G.

- I feel like Gaz is the type to get hurt a lot, but almost never seriously hurt.

- So he’s always the last one y/n will tend to unless he’s in dire need for assistance.

- He’s always giggling while y/n scolds him, and when he asks ‘why’ it’s always returned with ‘your hands are so soft that they tickle’.

- at some point y/n just stopped asking.

- In battle he liked to be close to the doctor, it puts him at ease. Not that y/n will be alright, but that he’ll be alright.

- Put full trust in the man. All of his trust.

Y/n tapped his pen against his desk as he looked over the unfinished paperwork on his desk. He allowed himself to relax a little even though he was still working. It was better than being shot at. Y/n heard a small knock at his door and he instinctively said, ‘come in’, but he regretted it when he saw Gaz holding his hand smiling in guilt.

“What up, Doc?” He said, hoping y/n wouldn’t be too mad.

“What’s wrong, Gaz?” Y/n put down his pen, folding his arms, putting his full attention on the man in front of him.

“I fell down when we were finishing up the mission and I sprained my wrist..” He mumbled.

“Oh, bloody hell.” Y/n cursed, getting up from his chair. “I’m not walking all the way to my doctor's office, so sit.” He said, patting the seat.

Gaz quickly made his way to the seat, sitting quietly. Y/n then crouched in front of him, resting one of his hands on the man’s thigh for support. He then grabbed Gaz’s wrist, looking over his. Kyle let out soft laughs, while y/n inspected him.

[Ghost] Simon R.

- Bro’s invincible. Y/n almost never saw him hurt

- Actually, he’s the one carrying y/n to safety on most occasions.

- Once Ghost is more comfortable expressing anything to the man, he’ll swing by his office to check up on him.

- Sometimes crack a joke, but that’s only if he’s in a good mood.

- He goes silent if y/n flirts with him. Y/n thinks Ghost just really doesn’t like it, but Ghost is actually just speechless.

“Tell Captain I said you were fine, just don’t move a lot.” Y/n said, patting Soap on the back. Soap nodded as jumped off the Doctor’s bed.

Y/n sighed and crossed his arms. “What did I just say?”

“Sorry..” Soap looked over to the doorway. “Oh, hey, Ghost.”

Y/n followed his gaze and smiled when he saw that oh so familiar skull mask. Ghost gave Soap a small nod in acknowledgement as he passed him.

Ghost made his way further into the room, holding eye contact with the medic. “What’s up, Ghost? Are you hurt or just here to loom over my shoulder like you’re waiting for my last breath?” Y/n asked, folding his hands in front of him.

“Are you comparing me to the grim reaper?” Ghost questioned.

“No, I’m comparing you to my father, what do you need?”

[Soap] Johnny M.

- He also gets hurt a lot, but his are always more serious.

- So he’d be laughing, flirting with y/n while y/n is trying to keep the idiot alive.

- When Soap enters y/n office, room, doctors office, y/n immediately asks if he’s okay,

Soap stumbled, falling into y/n’s arms after the mission. “Oh, fuck…” He cursed in pain.

“Are you alright, Soap?” Y/n asked with slight concern. Y/n then sat the both of them down. His gaze drifted down to the knife lodged into his abdomen.

“I got it.” He grunted, wrapping his fists around the knife.

Y/n then placed his hand on Soap's wrist. “No! No, no. Don’t pull that knife out until we are somewhere I know I can keep your ass alive.”

“I can barely walk.” Soap groaned.

“I’ll carry you, what do you want? Piggy back? Bridal? Baby?” Y/n asked, standing up.

“Baby. I’d have to jump on the others.”

Y/n nodded, and picked up the man. Soap then wrapped his arms and legs around them.

[Rudy] Rodolfo P.

- he doesn’t get hurt a lot, but he doesn’t have the healthiest diet, and that’s what y/n is worried about.

- After a while y/n started to keep track of his diet and suggest stuff he should eat.

- Rudy also loves to come see y/n when he’s working and not on a mission for them.

- Y/n can speak broken Spanish, so Rudy loves to use words he knows y/n don’t know to mess with him.

- especially when he’s explaining what’s wrong with him.

- he’ll pretend to be panicking, yelling random words in Spanish as if his loved one’s is dying and he’s talking to the dispatcher.

Rudy aggressively shoved his face with cotton candy he had picked up in town a few minutes ago.

“God, every time I see you you’re shoving your face hole full of toxic waste.” Y/n scolded.

Rodolfo silently put the sweet down, staring at the medic with a guilt ridden face. “If you keep eating that you’ll die of health issues instead of being shot heroically in the field.” Y/n continued.

“I just really like cotton candy..”

“You also really love m&m’s and hamburgers and grease filled chicken, and skittles, and-”

“Alright, I get it..”

“Apparently not because you’re still eating it.”

Rudy then placed the sweet down. “Damn, you’re worse than Price..”

“I mean come on, are you a Brit or are you an american?”

“I’m mexican.”

“Yes, but which one are you closer to?”

“... British.”

“Then act like it. Where I come from, you’ll get a heart attack from a heat burn.”

“That doesn't make sense.”

“I never said I understood why.”

Alejandro V.

- In my opinion, if anyone were to die of being reckless, it’s this man.

- It’s not because he’s stupid, it’s because he has anger issues.

- This man would get pissed off to the point he can’t think straight all because he stubbed his toe.

- Same ordeal with Rudy, but when he does it it’s an accident, and sometimes y/n doesn’t have the heart to tell him he doesn’t understand.

- Considering y/n doesn’t get mad often, if he does, Alejandro is scared shitless.

Alejandro cursed under his breath as he stumbled into the medic’s arms. He cursed again as he hysterically hopped on one leg. Y/n quickly picked the man up, sitting him down on a bench nearby.

“Malditos cuchillos estúpidos. ¡El hijo de puta cortó un jodido agujero en la parte posterior de mi muslo! ¡Lo voy a matar, carajo!” Alejandro then tried to stand up, but y/n put his hands on his chest, pushing him back down.

“Slow down, cowboy. Lay on your stomach, will ya?” Y/n asked nicely, trying to keep his composure.

“Don’t you tell me what to do, you-”

“Lay on your stomach, damn it.” Y/n demanded in a fit of anger.

Alejandro flinched at the tone, slowly switching his positions letting out a few curses in Spanish.

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#god complex 12 #x you #x y/n #x reader #x male reader #john price #kyle garrick #simon riley #johnny mctavish #rodolfo parra #alejandro vargas #cod mw2 #cod #call of duty #cod modern warfare #call of dooty #fanfiction

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 11 months

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Mechanic chapter 9

Note: :)

Warnings: angst/fluff/suggestive. mention of motorcycle crash, blood, death, murder.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You met the hot mechanic again.

wordcount: 3,4k

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'I... I killed you.'

You blinked slowly as you opened your eyes, then rapidly, as bright lights blinded you and a soft groan left your lips. A sharp pain shot through your left knee and a throbbing headache forced your eyes shut again. Your head was slightly spinning and you heard some vague commotion nearby. And when you opened your heavy eyes again, you stared up at someone you didn't recognize, a young and friendly looking blond haired man, who leaned in as if inspecting you.

'Miss,' the man said calmly, 'everything is okay, so do not panic.'

You blinked at him, not quite understanding what he was saying, who he was or were you even were in the first place. Or what that sharp pain in your knee was.

'You are in the hospital,' the man said, as if he could read your mind, 'my name is Doctor Osferth. You've been in an accident, and you may feel some slight pain, but you are okay. Do you understand?'

You slowly seemed to wake up from your dazed state, and his words made more and more sense as seconds passed by.

'Accident?' you asked with dry lips and a raspy voice.

'Yes,' the man said, and he quickly gave you some water, 'you and your boyfriend were in a motorcycle accident almost two weeks ago.'

'Boyfriend?' you rasped, 'two… two weeks?'

You stared up at the man with your heavy-lidded eyes, confused and disorientated. Boyfriend? What boyfriend? And a motorcycle? You closed your eyes for a moment as you tried to recall any memories from before you woke up. And then your eyes shot open again.

'S-Sihtric?' you breathed, 'where is… where-,' you tried to get up but the doctor quickly stopped you.

'He is okay,' Osferth said, 'he-'

'I'm here,' Sihtric's familiar voice suddenly entered the room.

You tried to see where his voice came from, but the doctor blocked your view as he turned his back to you and walked to the door.

'When did she wake up?' Sihtric whispered with a hint of panic, 'I- I literally left for a minute to get coffee-'

'Just a few seconds ago,' the doctor said quietly, trying to calm Sihtric, 'she is okay and responds as expected, which is good. She asked for you, as you heard I assume.'

'So… she remembers?'

'I can't say for sure what she remembers,' Osferth shrugged, 'so far, things look normal. But take it easy, okay? It may take time for her to remember things, if she remembers at all that is. I'll give you a moment alone with her.'

'Yeah, o-okay,' Sihtric said. He watched the doctor leave and close the door. Then he turned and almost ran up to you, and carefully took your hands. 'Little lady?' he spoke soft but urgent, 'are- are you okay?'

'Sihtric?' you asked, confused as your eyes tried to adjust to the bright led lights above him.

'You remember me, princess?' Sihtric asked, his thumbs slowly caressing your hands.

'Yeah,' you said slowly, 'you're… you're my mechanic,' you smiled.

Sihtric chuckled softly, 'Yeah, I'm your mechanic, lady. But,' he cleared his throat, 'I, ehh, I thought… well, I- I hoped that I was a little more than just your mechanic… you know, since last time we spoke…'

You stared up at Sihtric, into his mismatched eyes, and studied him for a moment. He had cuts and fading bruises on his beautiful face and half of his hair was shaved off, showing off a large scar which looked new. He was handsome, so handsome, and he took your breath away. You just weren't sure what he was talking about.

'Last… time?'

'Yeah,' Sihtric said calmly and sat down on your bed, still holding your hands, 'what's the last thing you remember?'

You took a deep breath and averted your eyes, staring up at the ceiling.

What is the last thing I remember? You thought, I remember… I… I killed you. I slit your throat because you… you're a psychopath? But I just woke up? From… a… dream? Or rather say; a nightmare?

'I'm … I'm not sure,' you whispered, 'just that… that you're part of a… biker gang?'

'A biker gang?' Sihtric frowned, 'what?'

You stared at each other for a moment and Sihtric started to laugh.

'Eh, I think you've been dreaming,' he chuckled, 'they gave you a lot of medication to keep you asleep. You've been sleeping for almost two weeks,' he suddenly became serious, 'the last time we spoke was when I had returned to you in the middle of the night, after I told you I should go home. Even though you asked me to stay, I told you it wasn't a good idea. Before I left we… we kissed,' he smiled softly, 'do you remember any of that?'

Sihtric's words sounded familiar, and you nodded. You definitely remembered kissing him, at night on your driveway, neither of you really wanting to leave each other.

'You picked me up from work,' you remembered, 'because my car was wrecked…'

'Yes,' Sihtric confirmed, 'I picked you up and we went for a ride, and then I brought you home.'

'And then we kissed.'

'We did,' he smiled, 'and then I left. But I was only barely out of your street when I changed my mind. I turned around and came back. I asked if you wanted to stay over at my place, to which you agreed, and you went with me. But we…' he paused, exhaled sharply and his eyes teared up, 'some bastard ran a red light, and I had to break abruptly. We fell, only barely missing the car and you hit your head really badly despite wearing my helmet. I got fairly lucky,' he smiled weakly, 'I just got this sick new haircut after I needed to be stitched up. But you, lady,' he squeezed your hands and his voice became shaky, 'I thought I lost you. Every- everytime I close my eyes, I can only see the moment I saw you lying a few paces away from me, on the concrete, surrounded by broken motor parts, your eyes closed and blood dripping out of your nose and mouth… I lost my consciousness not much later and woke up in the hospital. I don't really remember, but apparently I almost tore up half the room because I didn't know where you were, or if you were even alive when I woke up. Finan told me all that. When I was doing okay after a few days they allowed me to see you, and well… I… I never really left. Been sitting in that chair over there day and night.'

You looked at the chair that was close to your bed, and you tried to understand everything he was saying. So there had been an accident, you understood, but it wasn't just Sihtric, I was involved too. Someone had run a red light, just like my dream, but the situation was different. And I've been asleep ever since? So everything after what I thought was just his crash was… a dream?

'Sweetheart,' Sihtric whispered after a long moment, 'please, say something?'

His eyes darted over your face as you collected your thoughts quietly.

'I… I killed you.'

'What?'

You looked at him, 'I killed you. In my… my dream, I guess. That's the last thing I remember.'

'You killed me?' Sihtric stared at you and a grin tugged at his lips, 'why?'

'Because…' you began, and you managed to tell him your version of events, most of which was all made up apparently.

But there was some truth still, like how you dreamt Sihtric had caused chaos when he demanded to see you when he woke up in the hospital. At that time you were in the same hospital room, just separated by a curtain so Sihtric wouldn't get into a state of shock if he saw the shape you were in, which had looked way worse than it had been. You were kept in a coma for your own well being regardless, but you had heard things that happened in the room. And they had snuck their way into your dreams, like the rapid beeping of the heart monitor you heard, which had been your own and spiked when you were making up all kinds of horrors in your sleeping state. All while Sihtric sat next to you for nearly two weeks, holding your hand and talking to you. And you indeed had heard his voice too, you remembered, and his affectionate words had been real too, it all just got mixed up in your dream.

'Gods,' Sihtric said after you had told him your entire story, 'well, you had every right to kill me, I suppose,' he chuckled, 'but… I think you heard the tv, and that caused you to dream weird.'

'The tv?'

Sihtric pointed to the little screen above your bed.

'I spent a lot of hours here, lady,' he said, 'I watched nearly six seasons of Sons of Anarchy on that thing. The doctor did tell me I should've used those headphones, cause he said you could hear everything, but those stupid things hurt my ears so I just switched the sound on. I didn't know it would affect you like that. I'm so sorry.'

'So,' you swallowed hard, 'you mean… you've watched Sons of Anarchy without me?' you frowned, 'that's a problem.'

'I'm sorry,' Sihtric chuckled and kissed your hands, 'forgive me, lady?'

'I'll think about it,' you chuckled and groaned lightly as your knee hurt again.

'Easy,' Sihtric cooed, 'take it easy and you're going to be just fine. You injured your knee. It's not broken, but it was close. You'll be in a wheelchair for a short while I'm afraid.'

'Well, you were doing way worse in my dream, so this isn't too bad. But what about you?'

'Light concussion, mainly new cuts and bruises. Nothing life threatening,' he smiled, 'I can walk just fine and no one will notice any new scars on me anyway.'

'I'm glad you're okay,' you smiled.

'Me too. I just feel horrible about everything. I… I could've been the death of you,' he whispered, 'I could've killed us both that night.'

'But you didn't,' you swallowed hard, 'it wasn't your fault. Someone ignored the traffic lights…'

'I know… but still.'

'It wasn't your fault, Sihtric.'

He looked at you and exhaled sharply.

'I hope one day I can see it that way too,' Sihtric said, 'but… look, I also understand if you don't want anything to do with me anymore after this. We really only just met before that accident. So… if you want me to leave-'

'Don't,' you interrupted, and lightly squeezed his hand, 'don't leave. I don't want you to leave. I already… I already thought I lost you. That dream felt so real, Sihtric,' you said with a soft sob, 'everything felt so fucking real. It literally was my worst nightmare, and now that it's over and… you're here… don't… I don't want you to leave, please.'

'I don't want to leave either,' Sihtric whispered, 'I'm still alive, so don't worry. I'm glad I'm still alive,' he leaned in and carefully took your chin, 'I'm glad we're both still alive, little lady.'

And just when he leaned in further in an attempt to kiss you, your heart monitor spiked again and a nurse rushed in, telling Sihtric off.

A few hours after you woke up and got checked on by the doctor, you got cleared to leave your room. Sihtric was hungry so he was taking you for lunch with him, in the hospital restaurant, a few floors down. And as he brought you your wheelchair, you finally registered his appearance. He was dressed in a comfortable grey sweater, wearing black jeans and black leather boots. You had already adjusted to his new haircut, which he quickly hid with a black beanie.

'People don't want to see a fresh scar when they're eating, do they?' he said when you asked why he was wearing a beanie inside. 'Okay, let's go, princess,' Sihtric smiled and pushed you in your wheelchair out of the room, down the hospital hallway.

'Not that fast!' you giggled as Sihtric zigzagged you towards the elevator, a little faster than was responsible, 'Sihtric!' you snorted.

'Sir!' a stern looking nurse yelled as Sihtric ran past, 'this hallway is not a highway!'

'Sorry!' Sihtric said, and grinned when he looked down at you, 'not a highway and yet there's still a speed limit,' he mumbled, and you giggled again as the elevator doors opened, and Sihtric rolled you in.

The doors closed and Sihtric stepped around the wheelchair, crouched down in front of you and leaned his elbows next to your knees on your seat, and he looked up at you.

'What?' you blushed as you stared at him.

'Nothing,' he smiled and bit down on his lip.

You tried to look away when you felt your cheeks heat up even more as Sihtric kept staring at you, with his cheeky smile and piercing eyes. And it seemed to take forever for the doors to open again as your heart was beating out of your chest at the sight of the hot mechanic in front of you.

'I missed you, lady,' Sihtric suddenly said.

'I missed you too,' you said, barely louder than a whisper.

'You did?'

'Yeah,' you blushed as he looked at you in silence.

'Cute,' Sihtric then said, and he smiled and winked just before he jumped up as the doors opened.

And as Sihtric pushed you through another hallway, to the restaurant, you couldn't help but notice the looks he earned from the dozens of nurses you passed. And you couldn't blame them, he was incredibly good looking, even with the bruises on his face, but it also reminded you how you felt before the crash. That you liked him, really liked him, but you also felt he was out of your league, even though you kissed him. And you couldn't help but feel your insecurities take over with each smile Sihtric earned.

'You sure draw some attention,' you mumbled.

'Hm?' Sihtric frowned, completely oblivious to the smitten stares he received from other ladies.

'The… the nurses,' you said, 'they seem to like you, I guess.'

'Oh, I hadn't really noticed,' he stopped walking and leaned slightly over you, looking down in your eyes as you stared up at him, and he saw the sudden insecurity in your gaze, 'hey, I sat by your bed for two weeks, little lady, not theirs,' he said.

Sihtric gave you a quick smile and continued the way to the restaurant, where he sat with you at a table in a quiet corner at the window, enjoying the sunny view. You both ordered some food and a drink, and as you waited and gazed outside, you felt Sihtric's eyes on you again.

'What?' you asked, as your cheeks burned up again.

'Nothing,' he smiled and took your hand, 'just glad to be here with you, well, not here in a hospital, but you know… in general.'

'Me too,' you said softly, then chuckled, 'you know… my car,' you cleared your throat a little awkwardly, 'I, eh, I… I broke my car on… on purpose.'

Sihtric stared at you, 'You what?'

'My car, I- I broke it on purpose after that first time,' you confessed, 'I guess you… I just wanted to see you again, get your attention,' you chuckled with warm cheeks, 'but I didn't know how, so I kept damaging my car on purpose just to see you again.'

Sihtric said nothing for a moment, but then broke out in laughter, and you hid your face in your hands.

'Oh, god,' you groaned, 'you must think I'm an idiot.'

'No,' Sihtric laughed, and he took your hands again, 'no, I don't. I'm the idiot here, okay? Finan actually said you were wrecking your car on purpose, but I didn't believe him.'

'Finan what?' you gasped, then laughed, 'oh my god. This is so embarrassing.'

'It's fine,' he laughed, 'we were both idiots, I guess.'

'We were,' you chuckled, and you got lost in his eyes for a moment when you both became silent.

'So, where do we go from here?' you asked after a short moment, 'you and I, I mean…'

'That depends,' Sihtric sat back, 'where do you want it to go? What do you want?'

You nervously plucked at your hospital attire and looked down at your feet as you shrugged lightly.

'You,' you mumbled eventually, 'I- I want…you.'

You looked up when Sihtric moved your wheelchair towards him, placing the chair between his legs, and he cupped your cheeks.

'Good,' Sihtric smiled, 'because I want you,' he said, and kissed your lips softly.

After you both finished your lunch, Sihtric pushed you through the hospital hallways again, and he noticed you looked down at your feet each time he received a smile from a nurse, which was more often than he had anticipated, and he didn't like the effect it had on you. He stopped pushing the chair and walked around to face you.

'Come,' he took your hands and carefully helped you up.

'What are you doing?' you asked, feeling slightly unsteady on your feet, but Sihtric made sure to hold you up as he sat down in your chair.

'Sit,' he smiled, and he helped you down again.

'What- but… why?' you chuckled as you sat in his lap.

'Because I can,' Sihtric said.

He kissed your cheek and leaned his chin on your shoulder, then started to move the chair by using the push rims. He rolled you both around the hospital ground floor for a while, before he made his way into the elevator again. And when the doors closed, he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your neck for a moment.

'C- can I kiss you?' you suddenly asked, the tension you felt desperately needed to get out.

'Mhm,' he hummed, and you shifted slowly in his lap, 'go on then,' he smiled when you shyly looked at him.

'Where?' you asked, meaning to tease, but also because you felt incredibly shy out of nowhere.

'Where?' Sihtric grinned, 'where do you think, lady?'

You giggled and looked away, to which Sihtric chuckled and leaned his face against yours, 'Hm?' he hummed softly, 'where do you think I want you to kiss me, hm?'

'I don't know,' you mumbled shyly.

'You don't know?' he whispered and lifted your chin with his tattooed fingers, 'hm?' he nuzzled your nose slowly, and cupped your cheek as he placed his free hand on your neck, 'lady,' he smiled, 'I want you to kiss me everywhere,' he captured your lips in a soft, short kiss, 'I want you to kiss every inch of me,' he breathed and kissed you again, 'I want your lips all over my body.'

'Sihtric-,' you sighed against his lips, but he silenced you with another kiss.

'One more,' he whispered when you broke the kiss, and he pulled you back in. 'Princess,' Sihtric rasped, 'I want to feel your lips everywhere on my body, the same way I want to explore every inch of your body with my mouth,' he pecked your lips, 'and with my hands,' he carefully cupped both your cheeks, then flicked his tongue playfully against your lips, 'and I want to taste you,' he breathed, no longer able to contain how turned on he felt, 'I want to taste you,' he kissed you again, 'and feel you,' another kiss, 'and love you. Gods, I want to love you and make love to you,' he whispered with ragged breath, 'I want to love you and fuck you, little lady. And I'll make you feel loved as I ravage you,' he husked, then kissed you desperately, and you felt his arousal press against your buttocks as you sat in his lap, your fingers curled around the neck of his hoodie.

'Please,' you breathed, tugging at his clothes, 'Sihtric, I want you too-'

'Yeah?' he chuckled, out of breath and with rosy cheeks, 'you want me, princess?'

'I do,' you whined against his lips, 'please.'

'You'll have me,' Sihtric smiled and pecked your lips, 'when you're healed up and home again, princess.'

'Promise?' you whispered.

'I promise,' he kissed you again, 'I promise, promise, promise. I'm all yours.'

'Really?'

'Really,' Sihtric brushed his lips against yours and kissed you once more, 'I'm all yours, I promise. Daddy's all yours, princess,' he rasped, just before the elevator doors opened again.

And you hid your reddened cheeks by burying your face in his neck, while you still felt his hard cock pressing against you as he rolled the chair back to your room.

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#𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓.

𓆩♡𓆪 being a workaholic is going to kill you one of these days. thankfully, lee comes in with quite a helpful solution. or so it seems. MINORS DNI!!

cw. afab!reader, reader is the doctor, double dragon dicks, slight dub-con, hypnosis (reader is into it but makes fun of lee lmao), dilf, age difference, scent kink, deepthroating, cumming untouched, sensory overload & genital slit/retractable dicks.

lati. thank you so much to the very lovely person who commissioned me for this!! they wished to remain anonymous but i hope you read this and are satisfied with this yummy fic bc i had a helluva time writing it :D

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Your head is going to explode—you're so god-awfully exhausted and stressed that death might as well be imminent. You're going to die from overworking and the endless stacks of papers would be your tomb. Oh god, you're too young to die from work; you haven't even really done all the stuff you've always wanted to do—actually, wait, how old are you again? You don't know.

Kal'tsit and Amiya never really went into any specific details about the kind of person you were before you awoke in Chernobog (well, you think you have a good enough idea of who you once were, but thinking about it makes your head hurt), and they most certainly did not inform you of your age. Well, Amiya did bake you a cake for your birthday and sang happy birthday, but had placed a small handful of colorful candles across the cake that did not indicate your age. And if Kal'tsit knew, then she certainly was in no rush to tell you just how long you'd been around.

But anyway, that's not the point. The point is that you're gonna die. And if you don't die from work, then Kal'tsit would most certainly hang you from the rafters if you didn't finish your work.

It feels like no matter how many recruitment permits you sent off or battle records you reviewed, the pile of documents on your desk was never-ending. It was already so late into the night, and judging by a glance at the clock, most of Rhodes Island should be asleep in their dorms, in the comfort of their beds. Fuck, just thinking about a bed is making you sleepy.

You leaned back in your chair, for a quick breather, and totally not because you're trying to keep yourself from passing out on the spot. Wincing at the sound your back makes in the process—a consequence of having been hunched over for so long.

Man...looks like an all-nighter at this rate. You can feel your sanity shrivel up at that realization. If you could have a stress cry session, then you absolutely would, but even you know that crying won't get you anywhere.

Your oh woe is me! thoughts are interrupted by the sound of your office door opening. Huh? Who else would be awake at this god-forsaken hour other than yourself—?

"Why are the lights all on at this hour... oh?" There stood at your doorway, was no other than Lee. Wait, why was he awake at this time? Was he unable to sleep and decided to go for a stroll around the landship?

He looks a little surprised to see you still perched behind your desk, but his expression quickly shifts to his usual playful and lax demeanor. "Ah, (name). Are you still processing battle records? Well, I never thought you were such a workaholic. I'm impressed," he whistles, sauntering towards your desk and leaning over to peek at what you'd been working on.

After his quick inspection, he exclaims, "But! You'd better turn in sooner. It's not worth it to break your body doing it."

"While the concern is greatly appreciated Lee, I still need to get this all done or Kal'tsit will have my head," you huff out a tired laugh in response. "Cause... she said she could do that and I believe her."

"Why not ask your assistants for help? I'm sure they'd be glad to be of aid to the esteemed Doctor. I could even be of assistance to you (name), I'm rather good with paperwork." At that last remark, you visibly deadpanned—Lee was the last guy you'd ever ask for help on paperwork. You were all too familiar with his many attempts to avoid doing too much work.

"The last time I tried to ask you for help, you coincidentally got a headache and told me I could handle it by myself."

"But I still help around the office, don't I? I'm quite handy during missions even if I'm no good in a fight." Lee seems quite proud to prattle on about how he's such an excellent little helper at your side, but you're not buying any of it. He may be a smooth talker and, you're not ashamed to admit, have quite the attractive face and demeanor, but you're not exactly keen on letting him boost up his ego.

"Lee, in the last mission I didn't see you anywhere in the fight and when I asked, you said you were the moral support," you groan, lips turned downward in feigned annoyance.

"I sense some hostility towards me, (name)," his tail swishes behind his tall frame vigorously as he pouts almost childishly, but you can tell that he's anything but offended. Knowing the old fish, he was amused by your little jabs and didn't mind entertaining you to alleviate your stress levels.

"Good, feel the hostility you old carp," you were trying to appear annoyed, but the second you made eye contact with the titular old carp, you started snickering and even let out a few laughs, with Lee joining in with chuckles of his own. God, it feels good to throw harmless jabs and just laugh without a care in the world. "Sorry Lee, but even if you lend me a hand, we'd have to be multitasking like nobody's business."

"At least take a break if that is the case, (name). It's no good to keep an engine running on fumes," Lee hums, circling behind your chair to place his hands on your shoulders, applying the most welcomed pressure on your sore muscles. "Why not take a step away from this battlefield of a desk, and relax a little on the couch while I go and make us some tea."

"After all, it would be a shame to let those good tea leaves you keep go to waste."

"Ugh, fine," you whine, making a point of dramatically dragging yourself off of your chair before dragging your feet as slowly as you can. Lee places a hand on your lower back and hurries you along to the couch, to which he takes it upon himself to sit you down with hands that weigh down on your shoulders. You're almost a bit embarrassed to feel how swiftly and easily you sink into the sleek leather, sighing in relief as your tense muscles ease up.

"See, not that hard to relax, now is it? Now sit tight while I go make us some tea." He makes a point of patting your head, and you whine in defeat, unable to bring yourself to swat away his hand.

"Mmm."

Satisfied, he saunters off to the mini-kitchen, humming a song that you find somewhat familiar. You don't remember the words, but you certainly find the melody to be familiar. Maybe it was playing on the radio when you'd paid a visit to Aak in his little lab, and Lee might've just heard it playing on a loop everywhere.

Even though you're supposed to be relaxing and thinking about anything that isn't work-related, the workaholic in you is screaming and wailing like a banshee. You're practically having an internal war, and the workaholic is currently winning the bloody conquest. Figures, you could never put away your duties until you were freed by your own passing out from exhaustion or an operator forcing you to take a step back.

The internal struggle is just too much for you to bear any longer. Just...one little signature wouldn't hurt, right? It wouldn't kill you just to sign one measly little signature. Besides, Lee isn't paying any attention right now and if you were quick enough, then he wouldn't know. That's how that old saying goes right? What you don't know can't hurt you. It totally applies to this situation right now!

Having made up your mind, and taking a quick glance at Lee to make sure he wasn't looking, you scurry to your desk like a subway rat. As quietly and quickly as you can, you snatch the pen you'd left on a small stack of papers, and with a sharp click that makes you wince at how much more resounding it is, you scribble your name onto the blank space. It's a sloppy signature, but it looks decent enough to pass by without raising any eyebrows. Yeah, that's—

"Doctor."

Shit.

When you nervously lift your head, there stands Lee. Except he's no longer smirking. He looks almost, impatient. No, he looks pretty mad. Or is it disappointment? You seriously can't tell, but whatever he's feeling, it's clear that he's not happy.

"Heeyy Lee. What a nice night it is, am I right? Say, why don't we drink the tea now, yeah? Haha..." Crap, he's not answering. Trying to bullshit your way out of this one wasn't going to work, but it was worth a shot, right? "Y, you're not mad are you?"

"No." Yep, he's mad. Ugh, if someone says that they're not mad in that tone, then they're seriously mad! And it's even scarier because you've never seen Lee mad before! "Why would I be mad?"

"That's exactly what a person who's mad would say," you nervously quip, fiddling with your fingers and scratching at your skin. You always do that whenever you get anxious, it’s a really bad nervous habit of yours, even if you always end up peeling back skin right from the corners of your nails and have to snip the small peel of flesh off with your nail clippers.

"I worry that you don't take things to heart, (name). It's like you don't consider others' opinions.." he sighs, sounding more like a parent scolding their boisterous teen for the nth time. Fuck, you're seriously feeling super guilty right now; guess Lee had a bit of practice with three certain operators on the wonders of parental guilt-tripping. "And for that, I fear that you'll need more than just a stern talking to."

"Wait wha--"

Ignoring your confusion, Lee fumbles around the hidden pockets of his coat as he searches for... something? You're tempted to just sidestep him and just lie down on the couch and feign exhaustion. Yet something inside of you wanted to see where this would go, keeping you rooted to the ground. And because Lee would see through your bullshit immediately (curse his keen detective skills).

He mutters an 'ah, there it is,' before quickly yanking his hand out and holding some circular object by a mere thread that you suspect may give out at any moment. You may have only seen the device for a few seconds, but you'd recognize that black-and-white spiral pattern anywhere. Anyone would, given that it was always on those weird hypnosis videos you'd come across on the Internet.

"..Hypnosis? Seriously? What kinda scams are you getting into, my dude..?" While hypnosis and mind control weren't exactly sensational news for you, given what Amiya had experienced with Mephisto and his undead herd, it feels rather silly for it to be used in a situation like this. But seeing Lee's impatient posture and the way his tail restlessly swishes behind, you figure that you might as well humor him.

As Lee raises the circular device to your eye level, you can't resist the urge for an eye roll at the absurdity of this situation. He doesn't need to really tell you what to do, you know that you're supposed to look in the center and let the spiral do its magic or whatever. Like, make your head empty and have no thoughts, right?

"Lee, if this doesn't work and I'm not some bread-dead zombie or whatever, I'll--"

Lee snaps his fingers.

Your body relaxes.

All the racing thoughts in your mind cease.

—Ah..?

"There we go. Just focus on my voice, (name). Don't think about anything or anyone else, alright?" His crooning voice echoes in your head, and it suddenly feels like your brain is being physically rearranged. At the same time, it was as if your brain was melting, being numbed with a strange fog that left you feeling empty——No...no, empty wasn't enough to describe this strange mental hollowness that dominated every cell in your body.

"Just relax. Once I snap my fingers, you'll go back to normal. Okay?" Vacuously, you nod your head, the motion akin to that of a rag doll being shaken about. A little unnerving, yes, but it's a rather humorous sight nonetheless. "Good, good. Not so hard to just kick back and relax is it?"

Lee ruffles your hair, inwardly chuckling as he notices more stray hairs begin to stick up from the mass. It truly completes the workaholic and sleep-deprived image that he’s heard so much about from passing conversation he just so happened to overhear. Though, now that he has you like this, he isn’t all too sure what he really wants to do to you. Or perhaps he does know, but he’s just too accustomed to pushing those thoughts to the back burner.

As his hand trails south before resting against your cheek, his thumb comes to rest against your chapped lips—that was no surprise since he’d seen you lick them so much—and he absentmindedly rubs along the uneven surface.

Lee swallows hard and mutters a small ‘pardon me.’

He dips his thumb past your lips experimentally, circling the thick digit around and coating it in your spit. The warmth of your mouth, the wetness of your tongue, and the titillating tension of this situation chip away at something deep inside Lee. Yes, he was quite the trusted comrade whom you'd seek out whenever he made his visits to the landship. But he knew quite well that there was always a bit of tension between the two of you. It wasn't bad, heavens no, but Lee would have to be a fool to not pick up on the playful smiles, the suggestive remarks thrown his way, how you so teasingly expose the more sensuous parts of your body by bending over...Those were just a few he could list off the top of his head right now.

He could name a couple more, but he's getting distracted by the minuscule whines you produce as he continues to probe your tiny mouth. A part of him wonders if you're responding this way simply because it's him touching you.

He's decided. Why waste an opportunity as good as this? He grabs your shoulder and guides you to the couch, which he eagerly plops down upon—yeah, he’s pumped full of excitement, who wouldn’t be? Lee makes sure to spread his legs nice and wide; he’s at least kind enough to not make you spread them apart yourself.

"On your knees." Lee winces a bit at how suddenly you drop to the floor, and he's rather inclined to stop and check for any bruising or irritation. But you don't even so much as flinch, hardly showing any sort of reflexive response to the discomfort. Hesitantly satisfied, the detective relaxes the tension in his body. Well, at least you'd simply have to suffer through some scuffed kneecaps, but nothing too serious that would require the attention of a medic.

"Undress me. Waist down," Lee blinks hard as if thinking over his command, watching as you sluggishly fumble with his belt and attempt to push away the countless accessories that adorn his lower half. Somehow, you manage to undo the leather strap and pull the zipper down, revealing grey boxers. Upon noticing you attempting to pull his pants down even further, he seems to realize something. "Actually, scratch that. Just.. just pull my pants low enough. It'll make clean-up easier..."

He mumbles that last part to himself, but thankfully you pay no heed and instead hook a few fingers into the waistband of his underwear to pull it down. What awaits you is a thin slit, though two pink tips of sorts have begun to slowly slide out.

"Well go on. They won't come out if you just keep staring. Make sure you really use your tongue, okay?" You duck your head dangerously close to the protruding tips and swipe a tiny lick that has Lee's hips jolt ever so slightly. Your blunt little tongue teases him relentlessly, easily covering the tips from view and even occasionally dipping into his slit. The detective groans at that, swallowing down the urge to cum right then and there.

"Oh yeah, I don't want to see you touching yourself in any way. This is your punishment Doctor," he ordered, eyeing your hands just in case you got a bit too into this and decided to get yourself off. He couldn't allow that, now could he?

But you remain obedient, latching onto his slit and coating it in your spit in a bid to ease out his cocks. Lee has to admit that you look adorable with your mouth so lovingly devoted to him, and he's almost tempted to order you to touch yourself, to see you satisfying your own base desires without any shame. Almost.

You should be scared. You should terrified out of your mind, feeling your own body acting your will and unable to do anything about it. But, you’re not. Okay, maybe you’re a bit nervous, but it’s the kind of nervousness that borders on feeling good. Normally, you'd be waayy too scared and end up fumbling over yourself in these kinds of situations, but that's not the case here. Your head is all fuzzy, but it feels, like, good? Your entire body feels warm and relaxed, and while that might've been a bit scary to others, all you can feel is a strange pleasure that induces heat to pool into your belly.

Maybe it’s the hypnosis making your brain feel all funny, or maybe it’s because you just like Lee so much, but you find that following Lee’s orders comes rather easy. Then again, it’s just the hypnosis scrambling your brain, right?

With a sudden pop! that sounds perversely wet, the two tips push forward and expose the rest of his manhood in all its glory. You don't react, don't pull your head back out of surprise, and as a result, his cocks push right up against your face. It'd be comical if you'd reacted with any sort of surprise or nervousness, but there were no such expressions on your face.

He's..he's really big...♡ He has two cocks, both shaped like elongated teardrops, and have a sort of pinkish-red color to them. They look really smooth, save for a few prominent veins that pulse rapidly. Even despite your relaxed body, you can't help the small pang of anxiety at the thought of those... going inside of you. Would they even fit..? Your cunt clenches up just thinking about taking his cocks all the way inside. He'd... he'd really break you if he was gonna fuck your cunt with them...♡

"Suck." Lee watches quietly, his face expressionless as he awaits your obedience. Sluggishly, you nod, and slowly press your lips against the left one—well, your left. Your earlier guessed observation of his shaft's texture proves correct, as the almost unnaturally smooth surface seamlessly slides against your lips, and dribbles of precum stick to your skin. You open up your mouth and begin to suckle on the tip, the sleek texture of his cock allowing it to slide into your mouth more easily.

Lee jolts, clearly being rather sensitive right there. “Fuck, that’s--shit!”

His cocks have a really funny smell; it's all musky and thick and it makes your head spin every time you breathe. It's the kind of smell that you can't help but get addicted to, wanting to breathe it in more even if you're supposed to find it off-putting. Acting on your desires with nothing to stop you, you inhale an extra bit of air as you bob your head up and down on his shaft. Who knew that just the smell of his shafts would turn you on even more? Lee doesn’t seem to notice your strange scent obsession, and if he does, he gives no sign of stopping you anytime soon.

"Excited are we?" He breathed out, hitching a noise that suspiciously bordered on a sensual moan as you pushed your head down to the base. When you repeat that motion, this time Lee moans, a husky and rumbled noise that strikes straight into your core. "Q...Quite gifted with your mouth, aren't you? I wonder where you learned to be so skilled?"

He sounds a bit mocking as if the possible scenario of you on your knees before another man really grates on his nerves. His jealousy wasn’t really rooted in much plausibility, though, since you had often spent countless daydreams conjuring up scenarios like these with Lee in mind. Maybe that’s why you’re so enthusiastically sucking him off even with the hypnosis supposedly making you more robotic—it simply allowed you to act on what you’ve always wanted to do.

Thanks to Lee's little hypnosis trick, your gag reflex is practically nonexistent, evidenced when the pointed tip of his cock hits the back of your throat and all you react with is a muffled moan. Though you’d be ashamed to admit that you’d secretly been testing your gag reflex with a banana whenever you were alone in the break room. It was for science, you swear! And you can get away with saying that because you technically were a neurologist! When scientists do this, it’s an area of interest, not a fetish.

He’s beginning to leak a lot more, salty and oozing pre-cum starting to dribble out in thicker amounts, both inside the confines of your throat and his other cock dripping on your clothes. It even tastes funny too, all salty and bitter and thick—was this even really his pre-cum, or is Lee just really pent-up to the point where he’s leaking out so much? The wise Mr. Lee really was just a perverted old man in the end.

Well, you’d be a hypocrite at this point since you aren’t exactly faring much better either. Your cunt’s been practically melting, slick juices rapidly pooling down and drenching your panties to the point where it’s already started to ooze through. On reflex, you start rubbing your thighs together the best you can, but with how your legs are spread, it comes off as an awkward little butt wiggle. It’s barely enough to even really stimulate you, much less properly get you off, but what little friction you can work up soothes that aching heat, if only barely.

Lee’s moaning a bit louder now, your tongue rubbing the underside of his dick with the kind of pleasurable tickle that makes him want to cum already. But it’s not enough for the detective. He needs more than this. His other shaft is just awkwardly rubbing against your face, with hardly any stimulation other than the feel of your skin. And that couldn’t have possibly been enough, now could it?

“Hey, d-don’t leave this one all alone,” he mumbled, jutting his hips forward in an attempt to get your attention on his other cock, all lonely and unattended to. Though all he succeeds in is shoving his dick further down your throat. “Give it some attention too. Use your hand.”

Giving him a moan of obedience, you clumsily raise a hand to wrap around his poor ignored cock and begin to pump. After barely even a few pumps, when your hand comes back up to enclose the pointy tip, your palm, and fingers are coated in thick globs of pre-cum. They make the motions of your hands easier, the wet glide allowing you to better pleasure him and give the tip that soft squeeze that makes Lee ooze more juices. You can feel a few veins that add a texture to the smooth wet surface, and when your fingers rub against them, Lee shivers a bit.

It’s still a bit difficult to comprehend that he’d be this pent-up to be leaking so much—maybe it was a Lungmenite thing, they were technically dragons after all. But another whiff of that addictive, musky smell and you stop thinking about it.

Clearly, the double stimulation was proving to be too much for Lee, because he orders you to “stop” with a shaky voice, completely different from how smug and charismatic he usually was. You obey, with his dick still stuffed down your throat and his other dick being gently held at the base. He has to take a few moments to breathe in deeply before he gives you his next order.

“P…put both of the tips in your mouth and jerk both of them off at the same time until I cum.”

Your compliance is immediate, and you have to pull his dick out from the depths of your throat (which makes Lee jolt and groan at the loss of heat) and pull at his other dick so it’s angled towards your mouth. He winces at the tugging on his cocks, but as soon as your tiny mouth simultaneously licks on both tips and your hands begin to jerk off both lengths, he forgets all about the discomfort. He’s more focused on your frantic movements and the building crescendo of muffled moans as if you’re moving in tune with his reactions and approaching orgasm.

But in reality, you’re on the verge of bursting yourself; that burning hot coil in your lower belly has become unbearably tight and even if your brain is all fuzzy and feeling weird, you still feel of pang of desperation to reach your climax as well. Your body acts on those desires for you; sucking harder, jerking faster, licking all the sensitive spots—

“Dammit, you—(name),” he panted, expression all scrunched up,” make sure you drink it all up. Don’t… spill!”

He shuddered and dug his fingers so hard into your skull that he’s probably leaving imprints behind on your scalp, but that’s the last thing on his mind right now. From the way he pulls down, your teeth grazing against his tips—he wants to keep them in there as he finishes in your mouth, grimacing hard enough to reveal sharp canines and wheezing your name, the sensation clearly is a lot for him. It’s enough that you gag a little, greedily gulping down the gooey release as best you can to keep up with the excessive amount that floods into your mouth.

There’s just so much; would he fill your belly with lots of thick cum when he fucked your pussy?♡ If he came this much from a simple blowjob and handjob, then how would there be when he finally worked his way to your cunt. You… you’d definitely get knocked up with his babies if he came inside...♡ Just the mere thought of Lee possibly impregnating you with his potent seed is all it took, and you were coming for him, seizing up and sobbing with a few selective moans—incoherent and sweet.

It takes a bit longer for Lee to come down from his climax, your warm mouth milking his dick for a few more spurts of his release, but he practically collapses against the couch once it’s over. It was most certainly the strongest orgasm he’s had in quite a long time, so he just needed a minute to calm down, that’s all. So he sucks in a nice deep breath from his stomach (diaphragmatic breathing was certainly beneficial for the lungs!) and breathes out heavily—

The audible sound of gulping quickly snaps him out of his stupor, and when he glances at you, he catches a glimpse of your cute stubby tongue swiping at the excess release on your skin.

"Did you—?" Lee jolts forward like he's been hit by a lightning bolt and for a moment he looks flustered, his thumb pressing your jaw down without any resistance as he scans your slack mouth. He'd been so focused on the high of his orgasm that he forgot that he was going to order you to spit it out. "Hah, you really swallowed it all, huh?"

You don't answer him, hazy eyes staring up at him blankly as he thumbs away the small streaks of his release on the corner of your lips. It felt rather strange to see you so quiet, considering that it was commonplace for you to be throwing teasing remarks his way. Well, if he ignored the fact that you were hypnotized—

"Oh right, forgot you're still hypnotized. Sorry about that," he murmured, mostly to himself. Heh, look at him, forgetting that he'd hypnotized you and had to snap you out of that trance. He really is getting old if he can't keep track of that. With a graceful flick of his wrist, Lee finally snaps his fingers, the sound as crisp as the crunch of an autumn leaf that resounds in the empty room.

Like a switch, the haziness in your eyes fades away, and the familiar twinkle returns. You blink. Once. Twice. Your eyes dart around the room, seemingly a bit nervously before they land on him. Realization seems to hit you and—

"You are such a horny fuck, y'know that?" Yeah, there you are. You're certainly back to normal, with no repercussions whatsoever. Well, except for him getting a bit of an earful from you, though Lee can just smile as your words go in one ear and out the other.

"Ugh, you dirty old man, my underwear's all sticky now," you hiss, shifting your thighs and grimacing at how slick your inner thighs are now. Lee breathlessly chuckles, flashing you a lazy smile as his body sinks into the couch. When you attempt to lift yourself up, you huff once the familiar pins and needles feeling makes itself apparent in your legs. "And I can't feel my damn legs, and—ow, my fuckin' knees..."

Hearing the metal clink of his belt, you realize he's attempting to slip on his pants in a somewhat presentable fashion. Oh, you thought he would touch you even more, and—wait, were you seriously disappointed by him not going further? Geez, what's wrong with you?! This wasn't like all those hentai stories where the girl becomes a slut for the guy's cock—everyone knows that hentai has the worst logic imaginable when it came to sexual happenings!

Besides, Lee would have to at least take you out to dinner and wine and dine you before you can officially admit that you'd be a willing slut for his cocks. You have standards!

"Now now, no need to fuss (name)," Lee hums, paying no mind to your rather cute attempt at a threat, having long gotten used to your little quips. "Have some tea, it's still warm; it'll soothe your nerves."

"You seriously think a cup of tea is gonna calm me down?" You gawk at him incredulously, grunting as you force yourself to stand up. Grumbling a quiet thank you as he places a steady hand on your hip, you plop down unceremoniously on the couch next to him. "Because you're right. Gimme that."

You hold out your hand like a child asking for a cookie, and Lee places the cup in your open palm, but not before shaking his head and snorting at your childish mannerisms. After pouring himself a cup and inhaling the rich aroma of the tea, he finally takes a sip and sighs in contentment.

As you sip at the lukewarm tea and bask in the atmosphere, you ponder whether these late-night relaxation sessions will occur regularly. Heh, you suppose that you're a bit of a masochist if you find this stern admonishment enjoyable and something to look forward to. Perhaps next time, Lee will go even further than what he did this time. A delicious shiver runs up your spine at the thought of all the ways the laid-back detective could toy with your body.

If that was the case, you were looking forward to next time.

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cherry cherry cherry

imagine the concept of just the pussy inspection by taehyun,, he just wants to look at your pussy lowkey,, and like separates the two folds with his fingers and he's like hmm, too dry for my liking and just spits on there and he's like that's better while using his two fingers to spread it 😵‍💫💅🏼🚶

goddddd 😵‍💫 because i’m getting ideas what is thiiiiis

doctor/patient roleplay, oral fem receiving, finger fucking, spitting on pussy

“so fast heartbeat?”

you nod.

“heat?”

you nod again.

“shivers at the same time?”

and again.

taehyun smiles, standing up from his desk, asking you to take place and lie down on the sofa.

“oh before i forget…” you look at taehyun, stopping right in your tracks.

he looks so fucking sexy… glasses barely holding onto the bridge of his nose, white blouse, he is sporting the doctor look so well.

you could almost believe he truly is one.

you see him smirk, gesturing you to face him.

“i need to inspect you. you’re going to have to undress ma’am.”

you shiver because the tone of his voice sounded professional until now.

“what do i have to take off?” you ask, feeling warmth made its way to your face with shyness.

taehyun blinks, smirking even more.

“everything.”

you gasp, watching as your ‘doctor’ sits back at his desk.

you strip in front of him, scrutinizing his every reaction. that’s how you could see him bite his lip in arousal.

he doesn’t say a thing, just lets you continue.

when you lie down, taehyun lets his hands roam over your body, making you whimper.

“hm… nipples are hard… they’re…” and he pinches one of your buds to make you hiss, “very responsive.”

eventually taehyun makes his way to your pussy and uses two fingers to caress your slit.

“hm… too dry for my liking.” you whimper again, letting him put his face in front of your cunt.

when he spits on your pussy, you can’t help jumping a little.

taehyun chuckles, spreading his own spit all over your pussy with his fingers.

“that’s much better…” your breath hitches as he taps your clit with the tip of his tongue one time to test your reaction.

what he gets, he does like. so it doesn’t take him long to start spreading your legs wider, and lapping at your core, like it’s all he’s been waiting to do since you two started this little role-play game.

#qiwi <333 #taehyun smut #taehyun hard hours #taehyun hard thoughts #taehyun x reader #taehyun x you #taehyun x y/n

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my-my-my · 2 years

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Yoooo , I checked all of your writings, specially Aizen's cuz I like the character so much and your blog is just awesome 💗.💞. So may I ask nsfw of aizen x fem reader but a little tough or kinky like he's the type to love trying different things maybe rope play too.

Thanks.

Thank you for your kind words! I wanted to try writing him with a scumbag spin to it... this is also a modern AU!

DNI IF UNDER 18!

TW: patient/doctor relationship, humiliation, dacryphilia, rough play, bondage, alluded hypnotism, dubious consent.

Tags: @stygianoir

You didn��t know why you kept coming back to him. Dr. Aizen Sosuke was a dangerous man. A man who had your body, mind, and soul, in the palm of his hands. You were at his feet, staring at the ground, trembling beneath him as he sat in his office chair.

You didn’t dare look up at him, but you could hear him type away at his keyboard, writing something on a notepad, and the shuffling of patient files around. It was like you weren’t in the room at all, but you kept your head down.

You were being punished after all. But for what? You couldn’t remember. When you entered his office, you knew you were in trouble and got down on your knees.

How long has it been? You thought to yourself. Your thighs tingled with pain as you kept sitting there longer than you were used to, and still no sign of acknowledgement from your doctor.

Your doctor.

You weren’t even sure how long this had been going on. You were referred to him by your family physician and lost count of your sessions. You tried to recall when this all started, when you were put at his mercy –

You let out a shriek as Aizen gripped your hair, pulling your head back to look at him. His grip didn’t loosen, and your scalp felt on fire with how tightly he held on to your hair. His glasses were off, as he stared at you menacingly.

“Penny for your thoughts? Or was this punishment too easy for you?” Aizen asked, with a curious look on his face

You were about to explain yourself when he pulled your hair again, causing you to yelp in pain. Tears pricked your eyes as his strength forced you to stumble from your position.

“You truly are useless” Aizen said calmly, inspecting your face. “You can’t even stay still.”

You were hurt by his words. You swore you were sitting there for at least 30 minutes, but as soon as you opened your mouth to defend yourself, Aizen shoved his tie into your mouth.

He gripped your hair and treated it as a leash to pull you to the couch. The couch where any normal doctor would let their patient sit and listen to their concerns, but instead, Aizen pushed you into the cushions.

“You can redeem yourself by not looking back.” You nodded your head into the couch as you heard Aizen remove his belt.

“Arms behind your back” Aizen instructed, as you obediently listened to him. You heard Aizen chuckle above you, “I see you’re in a listening mood today.” He hummed softly as he looped his belt around your arms, locking them in securely.

“You can face me now, pet.” To which you turned around, tears streaking your face. “You look so beautiful like this.” Aizen smiled, rubbing your tears into your cheek.

Before you could protest, he removed your pants, leaving you in your underwear. Aizen chuckled as he rubbed his fingers against the damp spot of your panties.

“I always knew you liked it a little rough, but I haven’t even touched you and your soaking wet.” Aizen commended, rubbing his fingers over your covered slit. You whimpered at his words, burrowing your face into the cushions again.

But Aizen wasn’t having it. He slapped your ass hard, leaving your bottom stinging in pain. You shrieked into the cushion, hoping it would muffle the sound. Sobs wracked your body as he kept the intensity of his smacks. You were sure your bottom was covered in his handprints.

You were in a daze from the pain and didn’t notice Aizen removed your underwear until you felt cold air hit your wet pussy. But that feeling didn’t last long as Aizen pushed himself in one swift motion.

You moaned into the makeshift gag as Aizen started with a slow pace. You felt your body twitch from the pleasure of his cock filling you up, and the remnants of his spanking. As you mewled and arched your back, Aizen took it as a sign to increase his pace.

It was then you heard a phone ringing, and his pace slackened a bit. Surely he wouldn’t answer it?

“Hello, Aizen Sosuke speaking.” Aizen answered, his cock still sheathed inside you.

You turned to face him, eyes horrified that he was calmly answering the phone, as he kept thrusting into you.

It was then you realized, it was a test. Aizen was still punishing you.

You tried to steady yourself and ignore the full feeling in your pussy, but Aizen wasn’t merciful. He started to pick up his pace, as he chatted to whoever was on the phone. You bit into the tie as you tried not to moan.

But it was futile.

With one hand still holding his phone, Aizen’s other hand reached down to rub your clit. At first it jolted you with how light it was – you weren’t sure if that had happened. Then he circled your nub with gentle taps, which grew into intense rubs.

You weren’t even sure what he was talking about on the phone, as you tried to ignore everything happening to your body, but Aizen’s fingers were better, and quicker, and you let out a soft moan. It was then Aizen ended the call.

Aizen dropped his phone next to your head and lowered his face next to yours.

“Good girl. You seem to be getting better at listening.” Aizen murmured, kissing your tear-stained face. He removed his tie from your mouth and gave you a harsh kiss.

“Thank you, sir.” You sobbed, as he kept pushing you towards your orgasm. You bit your lip as you felt your orgasm coming closer.

“Because you were so good while I was on the phone, I’ll let you cum now.” Aizen softly said, nipping your ear as his hands rubbed your clit. Your body thrashed against him and the couch, as you screamed into the cushions. Aizen cock didn’t let up its pace until your pussy tightened around him.

You were too tired to fight back as Aizen pushed himself further into you at an unrelenting pace. Your body slumped as you whimpered and moaned at the fullness of his cock entering you repeatedly. You felt him tense up, and without warning, Aizen pulled himself out from you. He pulled you back to your knees, your face facing his cock.

Before you could register what was happening and without warning, Aizen let out a deep groan as he came all over your face.

There you were, in his office, a patient was probably coming in soon, with your pussy sore, ass red and face covered with his cum and your tears. Aizen chuckled at the sight as he took his phone from the couch. You heard the click of the camera and shuffling as he tucked himself in. He removed his belt from your wrists as he looped his pants back together.

Once you were freed, you looked up at him, his cum cooling on your face.

“This is the prettiest you’ve looked so far” Aizen remarked, as he rubbed the cum into your face. He smirked again, looking over his handiwork.

Aizen helped you up, but watched you put your pants back on, going back to his desk.

“I expect you to come to your appointment in two weeks.” Aizen addressed you, but didn’t bother looking at you, as he typed something into his computer. His glasses were back on.

You nodded your head and fixed your hair. Your eyes felt tired, and they probably were red. You sighed as you looked at Aizen once again, before leaving his practice.

Thankfully, Aizen’s assistant wasn’t here as you exited the office. But as you headed to the elevator, you bumped into someone.

You didn’t want to look at their face, until you saw a hand reach to you with a handkerchief.

“Miss, are you alright?” Concern evident in their voice. You didn’t want to look at them, so you avoided eye contact but thanked them for the offering.

“Yes” you said softly, “just an intense therapy session today” you smiled at them, trying to feign reassurance. You patted your cheeks dry and blushed deeply as you realized you still had bits of cum on your face. You patted your face more aggressively and handed the person their handkerchief back, thanking them.

“Oh I’ve been there. Sometimes these sessions can be hard, but Dr. Aizen knows what he’s doing!” The other patient smiled. You feigned agreement but excused yourself as the elevator dinged and opened.

Once alone in the elevator, you closed your eyes and tried to recall everything that happened.

That was, until the elevator ringed again, letting you out – and the sound triggering something in your brain.

You looked at your phone in wonder. Two hours had passed, and you can barely recall your therapy session. It alluded you.

Every time you walked to the psychology clinic for your appointment, with a psychologist you couldn’t remember.

You stared at your phone trying to remember everything.

What happened?

Why am I so sore?

You winced as you felt mild pain from your bottom, and your wrists were also a bit sore as well. The whole two hours seemed like they were gone from your memory. Were you asleep? You did feel a bit better, emotionally, but still were at a loss for what just happened.

As you made yourself home, you were still confused, but exhaustion was hitting you harder. A date with your bed sounded more tantalizing than figuring out what happened at your session today.

You rubbed your eyes open and fished for your phone. Sighing, you realized you napped for too long. You felt disappointed in yourself since you planned on cooking a nice meal tonight, but as you walked to the kitchen, you saw your boyfriend there cooking for you already.

“Sosuke, you’re home early!” You gasped, rushing towards him. He gave you a soft smile as you embraced him. He kissed your forehead as he turned off the stove.

Aizen pushed the hair from your face as he kissed you softly on the lips. “You were sleeping so soundly, I wouldn’t dare wake up my little queen from her beauty sleep.” You playfully stuck out your tongue in response. Aizen reached down to grab your ass, as you winced from the pain.

“Something happen, my love?” Aizen asked you, concern evident in his voice.

You shook your head, “no, I think I fell at therapy or something. I’ve just been sore since coming home, but nothing major.” You smiled at him, relaxing in his presence.

“I’m glad to hear that then. Hopefully you had a good session today?” Aizen asked, as the two of you set the table for dinner.

“That’s the strangest thing, Sosuke! I don’t really remember what happens, but I feel better afterwards. I mean, tired too, but emotionally better?” You explained, trying to rationalize what was happening to you at your sessions.

Aizen frowned, then relaxed. “Well if it’s working, then I suppose it’s nothing to worry about.”

You gave him a reassuring smile, “of course! And if anything were to happen to me, I know you’d come for me anyways.”

“Of course.” Aizen replied, a calming smile across his face.

#aizen sousuke #aizen x reader #aizen sosuke #bleach writings #bleach #sosuke aizen #sousuke aizen #aizen is mr gaslight #aizen smut #aizen sosuke x reader #aizen sousuke x reader #bleach smut #aizen x you

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mags0142 · 10 months

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Part II

Nobody’s Son, Nobody’s Daughter

Part I in the link

Hello, this is the continuation of my little fanfic, for the beginning please check out part I :)

Tags: Edmund Pevensie x female reader, slow burn, major character death mentioned (his siblings), mentions of violence. Y/N first appearance!

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At the pained sounds Edmund was making Althea felt his heart break. If he could he would gently pick up Edmund and press him against himself. Gently press his face into the crook of his neck and pet his hair until his breathing evened out and he would sleep calmly in Althea's arms.

The following morning Edmund stood before his troops, no one dared to point out the dark circles underneath his eyes. Especially not Edmund himself. He mounted his trusted horse and led his men into the direction of the old castle where his siblings' dead bodies had been found.

The bodies had of course been removed but Edmund refused to clean up the place. He knew what kind of hygienic risk this would pose but it felt wrong to clean it up immediately. It felt to him like wiping the injustice under which his siblings had passed, it made him feel like he was forcing them into forgottenness.

The sun had barely reached the halfway point when Edmund arrived. Althea was riding next to him. He decided to leave his horse outside and investigate the place. He doubted that the attackers would be hiding there but he was hoping to find clues of who they were and where they went. The scene had been messy and chaotic, he imagined his siblings had fought back. They weren’t the kind of people to back down even in the face of danger. He had been informed that his brother's body was found atop of his sisters. His heart clenched at the thought that his brother's last action had been to protect their sisters, it hurt even more to wonder if his older brother died thinking he saved them.

It was difficult to tell how many people had attacked them. Their wounds were no indication of anything. The wounds could have been from many people hitting them or an intense one on one fight, no one was to tell.

When Edmund entered the castle however, he was taken aback by what he saw.

The big ballroom where his siblings had been found was filled with men. Dead men. The only living thing apart from themselves in there was a small bird that flew out of the now opened door.

They appeared to have been part of the same organisation as they were all wearing the same uniform and carried similar weapons.

Edmund stumbled through the dead bodies quickly inspecting them. Some were still warm, perhaps there was still one alive hanging on by a thread who would be able to tell him who they were and what had happened. He looked at each of them but not a single man was still breathing. All of them had a pierced heart or a slit throat; they all shared a collective look of utter horror on their face.

Whoever had gotten to them had surprised and overwhelmed them.

Suddenly Edmund began shaking with rage, all of his troops but Althea retreated back into the entrance hall, not daring to be near the High King when he was so enraged.

“Who did this?” he spat at Althea not turning away from one of the bodies who was limply laying on one of the shallow steps leading to the throne.

“I- I don’t know your Majesty, their emblems don't resemble any of ours, nor the ones of the neighbouring kingdoms or any I know of even.”

“Did they have something to do with their murder?”

“I'm not quite sure your highness, I’ll go get the physicians to see if their wounds matched up with the weapons of these men” Althea suggested and rushed out to look for the doctors they had brought with them. Despite Althea’s relationship with Edmund going way back he did not understand Edmund’s anger.

Even after the physicians confirmed that the numbers of men, their weapons and their estimated strengths matched up with the crime scene they had found mere days ago. Edmund was fuming.

He felt humiliated and embarrassed. He had wanted to avenge his siblings, not some blood hungry maniac with surprisingly good knife skills.

He felt wronged, like he had been robbed of the opportunity to prove that he was willing to take revenge and set an example for his kingdom. This invalidated not just his feelings and desires of redemption but also the integrity of his promises as a king.

Edmund bit his lip, focusing on navigating the situation the best he could so as to not embarrass himself even more.

He believed it would be best to not draw any more attention to this so he sent his troops back under the preface that they should try and look for whoever did this.

“But how?” wondered Althea, the only one who stayed behind. Edmund had not asked him to stay but Althea never considered himself “one of the King’s men '' and only followed Edmund’s orders if directed at him personally. Edmund didn’t protest this, at least he could claim they had investigated the scene instead of being faced with accusations of sulking in a dirty ruin instead of taking care of his country.

“No soldier could ever do this, not against so many men of this size and with these weapons. Even if these men were inexperienced, a child could defend themselves with such a sword” Althea prodded at one of the bodies with his foot.

“I don’t know Althea,” Edmund confessed quietly. He had since calmed down and tried to find a clue of who had been here.

“No man could have done this.”

“Because it wasn’t a man” A voice spoke from above them. Edmund immediately drew his sword and pulled Althea close to him, knowing Althea rarely carried weapons and even rarer knew how to use them. He was one of the most intelligent people but he wasn’t exactly a good fighter. Edmund knew this, he was not about to lose his best advisor to a rampant soldier.

“Show yourself! A proper fighter wouldn’t hide away from his target!” Edmund spat looking seriously into the empty space around them.

They heard something shuffle behind them and turned around just in time to see a woman drop to her feet from above. She must’ve been hiding in the niche of the windows above.

“No man could have done this because no man did this, I did.” She said calmly.

Edmund lunged forward and pressed her to the wall shoving his sword underneath her chin to keep her neck from moving.

“Who are you and what have you done to these men!”

The woman looked at him with a serious expression although not hurt or worried. She studied his face before answering. She looked at his dark brown eyes filled with tears, his eyebrows furrowed in a furious expression and his mouth pulled down as he used strength to press her to the wall.

She felt sorry looking at him, if anything he looked desperate.

“One would assume you’d be happy to know that the men who killed your siblings paid with their lives, King Edmund.” She spoke softly.

Edmund was breathing hard, trying desperately to remain calm as well. Not only was she taunting him with her relaxed manner but he knew now that she knew who he was. He was no longer a hurt man looking for revenge, he was now King Edmund and he had to protect his reputation. It couldn’t come out that King Edmund threatened a complete stranger that was found in the ruins of a castle.

He let go of her but as soon as she made a move he pointed the tip of his sword to her throat “I said, who are you.” He repeated, calmer this time but still obviously enraged.

“My identity is of no importance to your Highness. I came here not in your order, I was sent by my people in an attempt to investigate these men. They had killed and .. taken advantage of many of our women, my intention had been to spy on them and figure out their next move. However one thing led to another and I .. was forced to make a decision.” She explained ignoring the blade and looking straight into his eyes.

“I mean no harm to you or your people King Edmund, I wish only to fulfil my duty, your Highness.” She added a few moments later.

“Edmund,” Althea whispered “If anything she’s with us, take the sword down before you hurt her.” Edmund appeared not to be listening, his gaze still fixed on the woman monitoring her every move.

He did, however, lower the sword. “You’re coming with us. I understand that you are not part of my rows but nonetheless you are now involved in my affairs. I command you to come with us and as King I cannot accept a rejection of this order.” Edmund grabbed her by the arm and dragged her along. Although she had no trouble keeping up with him and wasn’t fighting his command.

Althea looked after them with a pained expression. He wasn’t ready to blindly trust this woman but he couldn’t deny that she intrigued him. Perhaps she had lied but who would lie about murdering 15 men. Some people boast about their experiences but very few try to get convicted of a crime punishable by death willingly. Although the assassinations of the Pevensies was no ordinary crime. Besides, she had not seemed even a tad bit scared even when the King's infamous blade, which had taken so many lives, was pointing directly at her throat. She remained calm and formed a somewhat diplomatic answer. And now she was walking next to Edmund just like that, if it weren’t for the tight grip on her arm one might assume they knew each other, trusted each other. Suddenly, Althea felt a faint sort of pain. One that he usually only felt in the dead of night when he was looking into his tear stained pillow.

He shook it off and quickly caught up to the two.

#edmund pevensie #fanfic #lgbtqia #oc #the chronicles of narnia #edmund x reader #major character death #narnia fanfiction #slow burn

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terra-incognita-03 · 1 year

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Eye to Eye (The End of my take of Godzilla Vs Megaguirus)

(WARNING: The following stories contains graphic mentions of blood, missing body parts and a whole lotta angst. Oh and some of the characters in question are not mine. If any of those are particularly unappealing to you, PLEASE IGNORE THIS POST. Thank you and enjoy the read :) )

Serizawa stood at the building’s edge as he stood face to face with the very creature that had destroyed the heart of Japan itself.

“Hello, Gojira…”Serizawa calls Godzilla with steady and stoic tone in his voice as he stares up to the face of mankind’s greatest enemy.

Godzilla only stands mere feet from Serizawa; his massive mammalian head suspends just above the roof of the building. His devilish ears flicker and twitch, his black irises dart as he turns his head left to right before he stops. Godzilla turns his eyes down to meet Serizawa’s. His eyes simmer like smouldering ambers of a waking volcano, his pupils sharpen into slits and his sliver Stoney brow arches, his eyes shining with eternal fire. He tilts his head downwards and he leans down to inspect Serizawa, only a dozen meters in front of him as he points down his wolf-like snout towards Serizawa. Tensing with twisting curls with short huffs from his nose, a deep rumbling that vibrates within his throat which Serizawa feels resonating through his body.

Serizawa stands stock and sentinel even as Godzilla’s snout edges closer, now less than a dozen feet with the colossal creature edging closer and closer. Serizawa tilts his head up and locks eyes with the beast, who continues huffing and grumbling as he approaches the lone scientist. A creeping mass of darkness comes over Serizawa, as Godzilla lifts his head high eyes still locked onto Serizawa. The colossal beast bares its teeth, and a deep rumbling comes from the beast’s throat as steam escapes from his nostrils and mouth like a bubbling volcano waiting to erupt. He unhinges his jaw as a brilliant neon light starts glowing from within. His eyes flash up with raw atomic energy courses through his body, Godzilla breathes in as a maelstrom of atoms forms in the mouth of the beast. Serizawa stands and squints his eye as the neon blue oblivion on display that is beginning to manifest, his face scowling from the light. The light penetrating through Serizawa revealing his skeleton in a ghastly display to the others behind him.

“Serizawa-San!” Yumiko cries as she reaches out for the doctor, her fingers barely reach him before a pair of strong hands pulls her back by her arms.

“Leave him Yumiko! There is no time to waste!” Orders a stern Ryu as he heaves Yumiko up into the helicopter as the blades swish around and around faster and faster.

“I can’t Ryu! You know I can’t!” Yumiko’s eyes swell with tears as she kicks the air defiantly as she attempts to wiggle free of Ryu’s iron clasp of a grasp, but he holds her tight not letting her slip through his hands.

Serizawa does not turn to look back, not even as the helicopter’s blades begins to whip his grey hair into a frenzy. His singular eye still firmly locked towards the heavens above, where this God of Destruction looms over him. Godzilla rears his head up and unleashes a mighty bellowing roar that shakes the foundations of the building. He looks back down to Serizawa, fully charged and unhinges his jaw once again. Serizawa looks up and spreads his arms like a soaring angel, he stares deep into Godzilla’s neon eyes.

The King of the Monsters stops when his eyes again lock with Serizawa, his mouth closes and the nuclear energy fades as Godzilla looks into Serizawa’s eye of deep brown. Flinching but immovable. His draconian face relaxes, his lips conceal his sharp teeth. Godzilla squints his eyes and frowns as he moves his head slowly down onto the cement building. He rests his chin on top of the building as he pushes up towards Serizawa. He pushes his snout forward until he is but a foot away from Serizawa. Again, Serizawa stands even as wind whips through his ashen grey hair. His eye edges up and again the two lock eyes.

The helicopter begins to levitate above the floor as it rises higher and higher off the ground. Yumiko bangs her fist furiously against the glass as they ascend, her face a boiling red as tears roll down her pump cheeks.

“Put the helicopter down now Genchi!” Yells Yumiko as she continues to batter and hit the glass with all her might. Genchi tries his best not to look at her, yet his gaze slips as he attempts to ignore her pleas. His blank yet his eyes speak of remorse. He turns his head down as he pushes buttons, pulls levers, and punch the pedals as the helicopter ascends upwards. Ryu says nothing as he continues to sit in stoic silence, yet something in his eyes seem to glint.

“We need to go back for him!” Yumiko screams as she bangs the glass harder and harder, the glass becoming stained red with her blood. She raises her fist again and prepares to strike before it is grabbed from behind. She stops and turns her back, anguish in her face. Her eyes meeting Ryu as he firmly holds her bloody hand, his eyes stare into hers. She tries to pull away her hand, but Ryu holds fast not budging. She grunts and yells as she tries to yank her hand away. After a while she stops as she looks at Ryu as he motions towards her hand, she looks down and her hand has become bloody and bruised from her numerous hits. She looks back up to Ryu.

Yumiko’s eyebrow curves upwards as her eyes widen, still wet from the tears. Her chest heaving back and forth as she shakes her head gently.

Ryu says nothing but stares deeply into her eyes, they both share eye contact without looking away from one another. Both nod in silent agreement. Ryu loosens his grip into a softer one as he holds out her hand across his palm. He turns it around inspecting the damage. Yumiko grunts in pain when he turns it to the right. He looks up to her and she nods her head disfortably.

Ryu looks under the pilot’s seat and pulls out a green box with a bold white cross on its surface. He unlocks it and rummages through it as Yumiko holds her arm limply, her eyes looking back to the building they ascended from. Blood seeping from her hand.

Serizawa was now just at the tip of Godzilla’s snout, the two share a gaze and for a moment all is peaceful. Suddenly they could see each other, just who they were and not what they are. For the moment, man and God did not seem so distant. Serizawa lowers his arms onto his flanks as he approaches Godzilla to a slow and cautious step.

“We have both suffered gravely…” Serizawa says in a croaked voice as he continues to share his gaze with Godzilla. Godzilla continues to stare into Serizawa’s eye, his eyes relax as if he would fall into a deep slumber. He lets out a deep rumbling sigh, as steam escapes his nostrils. Serizawa winches as he tries to cover his face. The steam is scalding to the touch but Serizawa presses onwards, his skin burning crimson from the heat. Steam whips through his wiry frame and silver hair, in the blast of heat. It tugs away at his clothing and at his eye patch, he thinks to shield his face from the blast. But something deep within his body does not comply. He pushes on, his skin hot and crimson. His eye patch is blown off as the steam finally disappears. He lifts his head up to look back at Godzilla, an scarred empty socket is what he is greeted by. Godzilla looks with surprised sorrow, but he continues to share eye contact with the doctor. Serizawa nods his head in silent acknowledgement.

“Count down to 30 seconds! We gotta clear off before that happens!” Genchi reiterates as he checks the time on his watch. He peers behind his left shoulder and sees Yumiko, silent and teary eyed. She stares at her bandaged hand, before turning her gaze back to the city. Ryu is sat next to her, his upper body leaning forward and his hands clasped together into a ball to which his mouth is pressed against. Although he remains stoic, the look in his eyes told a different story. Genchi remains silent and proceeds to push the lever as the helicopter accelerates far into the sunset. He takes one final look at Tokyo, the city that he was born in, as well as the man who had saved it.

Sayonara Serizawa-San…

Tears begin to course down his cheeks. He breathes deeply and exhales audibly enough for the others to hear. He keeps his sight towards the horizon. Not looking back.

Serizawa looks up to the autumn orange sky, the clouds twist and swirl into a terrible vortex as the shot of the Dimension Tide comes hurtling towards the city. He looks back to Godzilla, who seems to content to stay. For the first time ever since he was but just a child, Serizawa cracks a weary smile. He outstretches his arm placing his hand on Godzilla’s snout. It feels warm, rough and craggy. Like the surface of volcanic rock. He takes a moment to feel and absorb the warmth through his hand. Even if it was absolutely scolding to the touch, he would not take it away. Serizawa shares one final look with the King of the Monsters.

“At last, my burden has be lifted…” Serizawa sighed as he gazed up to Godzilla. His eyes shimmering in the late afternoon setting of the sun. They close their eyes in perfect sync with one another. As the world becomes enveloped in brightness as the Dimension Tide reaches the ground of Tokyo.

From the distance they have made, Genchi, Ryu and Yumiko look back as Tokyo becomes entrapped inside a swirling black hole. For a spilt second, the ruined city stands and the next it vanishes like a mirage. Nothing is left of the city except for the ground a few destroyed buildings. Yumiko’s eyes well with tears as she lets out a cry of anguish, her face sinking into her hands. Her one hand still bandaged. She weeps and weeps, Ryu can only stand so much of it before he too cannot conceal his sadness. A single tear comes down his face as he tries to bury his sadness again. His body shakes uncontrollably, before he reaches out and grabs Yumiko and holds her into a tight embrace. For a moment Yumiko stops, taken aback at first. As she hears Ryu whimpering and crying into her shoulder. She wraps her arms around Ryu’s board shoulders and the two embrace willingly. Yumiko feeling Ryu trembling as he held tightly to Yumiko. She allowed Ryu’s face to be planted into her shoulder. His cries of anguish muffled in her shoulder. Yumiko stares out into the horizon. Although she thought she was seeing things, she could have sworn that she saw Serizawa’s visage somewhere in the sky. Smiling at her, with a look of contentment on his face. Her eyes still wet from tears stares at him, a weary smile coming across her face.

Promise me that you will be brave Yumiko. Not just for me, but for your fellow humans?

Yumiko nods wearily. She tries to retain her composure, even as tears begin to fill the corners of her eyes once again.

I promise.

Serizawa smiles again, he nods reassured. His face begins to fade away from view. Yumiko sits in silence, continuing to hold Ryu in her embrace. She gently rocks to and for, Ryu’s cries have subsided. Yumiko closes her eyes, the last of her tears finally leaving down her red cheeks. The two sit in complete silence as the two collapse into sleep. Genchi’s eyes are also wet, he sniffles before wiping his nose across his sleeve. He returns his sight to the horizon. And so they continue onwards to the end of today, and forward to another. A brave, bold new world.

#godzilla #godzilla fandom #toho kaiju #short story #Chapter thingie #godzilla fanfic #godzilla au #Doctor Serizawa

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falcatrecon · 2 years

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Kinktober day 17

licking/medical Dr. Iplier, amab

You waited in the examination room after bribing one of his nurses to tell him he had a ‘surprise patient’. You could hear his tired sigh as he opened the door, but the annoyance immediately disappeared under a smile when he saw you. “Surprise hm?” He deftly clicked the lock on the door before stepping into your space. “What brought this on?”

“Just thought you’d like a distraction today.” You kissed him before tugging him the rest of the way to you. “You’ve been working hard lately.”

His hand cupped your chin to kiss you again. You watched as something crossed his mind before he grinned, stepping out of your hold. “Speaking of, I was told I had a patient.” He tried to be serious, but you could see the humor in his eyes. He sat on the wheeled stool to look you over. “Undress please.”

“Yes Doctor.” You quickly worked your way out of your clothes, piling them on the nearby chair before settling back on the end of the examination table. “Done.”

He took a moment to stare as he slid his gloves on. “Perfect.” He wheeled himself over to bump up against the base of the table by your legs. He tapped his chin in exaggerated thought before lightly pushing your legs apart. His hands explored you, fingers trailing and lingering much longer than any Doctor should. You couldn’t help the soft noises as he got you hard easily, switching from the play inspection to a few proper strokes. It was obvious he was having trouble hiding his smile as he continued to pretend. “My my, looks like you have some swelling.”

You nearly laughed at that, but another stroke distracted you. “Hm. I think I know a couple of… treatments.” He leaned forward, running his tongue from root to tip, pulling a moan from you. “That’s a good start.” He mouthed along your erection before wrapping his lips around the tip. His tongue teased the slit before pressing against the underside. Your hands dug into his hair, knocking his head mirror off. You could feel his soft gasp at your light pull. He went along with your hands, pushing himself further down. His mouth was warm and lips tight. It made you want to push him down harder, but you were good.

He backed off and you whined at the lack. He pushed you gently back with a teasing grin. “Doctor knows best.” You could hear clanking, but it didn’t take long before you found out what that was. He rested your heels into the stirrups the tables came with and reached up to tug your hips nearly off the table. He left you with a soft kiss to the tip of your dick to dig into a drawer before coming back.

You couldn’t help your hips buck slightly at the cold press of the lube, his finger easily sliding in. Doctor’s grade lube was always so much better than your over the counter stuff, but always left such a mess. He found your prostate easily, lightly tapping it to make you squirm. He leaned forward again as he worked you wider, licking along your shaft again, teasing the skin with his lips.

You couldn’t help the deep moan when he finally pressed himself in, the table putting him at the perfect height. He rested a hand on your stomach, a reminder to stay laying down as his other hand, the one with the lube, wrapped around your dick. As his hips snapped forward you knew you wouldn’t last long at all. You wrapped your hands around the arm on your stomach as you rocked your hips to meet his, trying your best not to cry out at the pleasure. Sure you were in a doctor’s office, but they weren’t exactly soundproof.

His hand easily slid along your shaft in time with his thrusts, driving your pleasure quickly through the roof. You bit back a moan as you came sharply over your stomach, but his movements didn’t slow. If anything he seemed to speed up, using your spasming muscles to drag his own pleasure out. He kept pushing deep, tapping the spot that had you see stars, setting your already sensitive nerves alight. Finally he buried himself with a low moan, that wonderful warmth spreading deep inside.

He took a long moment resting, hand lovingly stroking along your stomach. “I might need more surprise visits I think.” You both softly exhaled as he pulled out. “Though I’m not sure how I’m going to concentrate on the rest of the day.” He held out a hand. “Wait a moment.”

He stepped back to the counter, peeling off his gloves and discarding them. He grabbed a couple of wipes, cleaning himself and coming back to stand next to the table rather than at the end. He considered your mess before running a finger through it. He lightly licked his finger and hummed positively. You couldn’t help but tremble a little at that, it was pretty hot. Watching you, he raised an eyebrow and grinned before leaning forward to run a long stripe with his tongue across your stomach. That got you to whine, eyes not leaving his face as he did it again, slowly cleaning your cum with his mouth.

He took his time cleaning you of your cum, only stopping when he got to your dick. He frowned. “Shouldn’t have used the lube, it tastes terrible.” He used another of the wipes to clean the last of it, the heavy attention already starting to get you hard. His hand brushed lovingly against your skin. “Looks like the problem is returning. I’m going to write you a prescription that you’ll need to take several times a day.”

You sat up to haul him down for a kiss. “What, your dick?” You rubbed up the front of his pants, purposely teasing him a little bit hard again.

He laughed, tucking his shirt in and adjusting his dick so it wasn’t so obvious. “How’d you guess?”

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cxnsolatio · 1 year

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✚✚✚ sanji — @kickxsscook

*sneeze* I am *sneeze* more man than you are!!

Sanji's sneezes, albeit involuntary as all others, may very well be a declaration of belligerent intent; a campaign against that rule of both social etiquette and the simplest medical guideline, that sneezes ought to be contained in some kind of handkerchief or, in the absence of a square of fabric, projected sideways over a shirt or coat sleeve.

Law budged his body in a direction paralell to that of Sanji's expulsions, avoiding the rain of mucus in one suave step of his heeled boot. Some of the droplets coursed not just forwards into the open space, but downwards as well, splashing translucent over the cook's shirt, leaving behind tiny dots of wetness like a more revolting morning dew. He eyed them with distaste.

❝ Oh, yes.❞ He commented with a twisted nose and a more than deserved scowl. Though the glower set on his features as an unavoidable response to Sanji’s bold declaration, it quickly bloomed into a triumphant smirk, this expression so much more his. There was a certain grace to handling an affront with articulate mordacity in lieu of physical effort, and persuasion fit him like the proverbial glove. ❝ The very portrait of masculinity you are, what with your puffy, red eyes and shirt covered in nasal matter. An astonishing example of maleness no woman can refuse; I’m sure your navigator would agree. ❞

Bravado aside, Law did empathise with Sanji, as only befitting of a doctor in regards to a patient. In a tone of voice devoid of derision, so much so it sounded mellow by comparison, he added with professional worry, ❝ You don't have asthma, do you, Black Leg? ❞ All tomfoolery would cease at once should the patient bear the respiratory condition, and all feline visitors would have to be removed from the ship’s premises until Sanji’s organism cleared of allergens.

Mors, who had been sniffing the floorboards of the Sunny with the dedication of the chief-mouser he was — either not understanding his contract to be exclusive to the submarine and the jumpsuited crew, or too career-driven to get himself concerned over the human viewpoint of ownership — leapt into Law’s arms, causing Kikoku to waltz perilously for a moment before Law could catch both sword and cat. Mors purred, satisfied both with the result of his inspection and with his new position in Law’s arms. He stared at Sanji, green eyes flickering yellow in the direct sunlight, not too unlike Law's amber-turned-gold irises.

❝ Of course, you could wait for the reaction to pass once its cause has been removed. That’s what a virile man would do. ❞ Roronoa’s type, Law nigh advanced so as to further rile up his interlocutor. But a quick assertion of the Sunny’s current situation, with Mors and Nami’s fostered cats onboard, sufficed for an astute man to know Sanji’s allergies would be plaguing him for a while longer. His smarter choices were to either stow himself away from the bean-pawed guests or take some antihistamine and partake in everyone’s company.

Mors's eyes narrowed into slits. Looking into them, one could not help think the cat resented Sanji's allergies to a deep, personal level. He was a competent predator, a creature of independence who stalked the darkness. But he was also a very much coddled replacement for a more intimate companion his human of choice did not have as well. Thus, Mors was spoiled, and couldn’t fathom why anyone would not adore him. Or so he would, if cats shared the same psyche humans did.

❝ But seeing as you are the chef of the ship,❞ Law continued, cradling arms buffeted by the swishing of Mors’s tail, ❝ I won't risk you contaminating us all by sneezing into our luncheon. ❞ A practicality, yes, as well as a courtesy. It was not like Sanji’s suffering amused him — perhaps it did, the tiniest bit.

Speaking of exposure to infectious substances. Mayhap corrupted by the whimsical atmosphere which the Straw Hats bred and maintained, Law's hands locked under the cat’s front legs, holding them out as though they were arms. Very patiently did Mors allow Law his theatrics, his soft belly exposed and tail hanging in lazy circular motions. Law then puppeteered Mors’s spotted legs like a child would move their arms from beneath a white sheet in the manner of a ghost for a practical joke. The phantom of susceptibility to offer some help.

❝ I’ll ask Tony for some loratadine for you, shall I? ❞

#kickxsscook #implicit mention of chatcambrioleur #✚ | ❝ i have seen many things in a lifetime alone / mother love is no more ; bring this savage back home ❞ { v / main }#✚ | ❝ though i am blessed with an inner strength / some they would call it a penance ❞ { ic }

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vadzoseo · 2 days

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Improving Patient Outcomes with High-Resolution IMX291 Imaging in Ophthalmology

Modern imaging technologies are essential to improving patient outcomes in the quickly developing discipline of ophthalmology. The high-resolution IMX291 camera module is one such invention that is revolutionizing the way eye care specialists identify and manage a range of ocular disorders. This article examines how the IMX291 camera module raises the bar for treatment alternatives, increases diagnostic accuracy, and ultimately results in better patient care.

Gaining Knowledge of the IMX291 Camera Module

Sony's IMX291 camera module is well known for its superb sensitivity and image quality. The IMX291's sophisticated CMOS sensor technology allows it to take high-resolution pictures in a range of lighting scenarios, which makes it very useful for ophthalmic applications. Its capacity to provide clear, comprehensive images enables eye care specialists to do in-depth assessments and make well-informed choices about the treatment of their patients.

Important characteristics of the IMX291 camera module

High Sensitivity: The IMX291's low-light capabilities guarantee that eye care specialists can take sharp pictures even in dark settings, which is essential for inspecting the retina and other delicate eye components.

Wide Dynamic Variety: This function makes it possible for the camera to capture images with both bright and dark areas clearly by enabling it to handle a wider variety of light levels. This skill is essential for identifying minute modifications in eye health.

Compact Design: The IMX291's compact form factor facilitates seamless integration into a range of ophthalmic equipment, including fundus cameras and slit lamps, without sacrificing functionality.

Improving the precision of diagnosis

In ophthalmology, a precise diagnosis is essential to receiving appropriate treatment. Eye care specialists can more accurately diagnose a wide range of disorders thanks to the IMX291 camera module's high-resolution photos.

Early Recognition of Eye Conditions

For diseases like age-related macular degeneration (AMD), glaucoma, and diabetic retinopathy, early identification is essential. Because the IMX291 has high-resolution imaging capabilities, doctors can see early indicators of these disorders that may be missed with inferior imaging systems. This allows for a thorough image of the retina.

Enhanced Clarity of Images for Better Evaluations

The IMX291 camera module's clarity and detail make it easier to appraise the current situation. High-resolution pictures, for instance, can show how much retinal damage has occurred during a retinal examination, enabling ophthalmologists to better customize treatment regimens for each patient.

Simplifying Available Therapies

In addition to aiding in diagnosis, the IMX291 camera module is essential for treatment planning and monitoring.

Tailored Care Programs

Ophthalmologists can develop precise, data-driven, individualized treatment strategies with high-resolution imaging. For example, high-resolution retinal pictures can be used to guide the choice of the best course of treatment for disorders like macular edema, including laser therapy, injections, and observation.

Tracking the Course of Treatment

Patients' progress can be regularly monitored over time with the IMX291 camera module. Through the comparison of high-resolution images captured at various phases of treatment, ophthalmologists can evaluate the efficacy of therapies and make the required modifications to maximize patient results.

Improving education and patient involvement

Using high-resolution imaging equipment also makes patients feel more involved in the process. Patients are more willing to participate in their therapy when they are able to view clear, detailed photographs of their eyes and comprehend the diseases that affect them.

Graphical Resources for Patient Instruction

The crisp, high-resolution images produced by the IMX291 camera module are a useful visual tool for informing patients about the condition of their eyes. During consultations, eye care specialists can help patients comprehend their illnesses, available treatments, and the significance of following prescribed therapy by showing them these photographs.

Transparency Is Key to Developing Trust

Patients and healthcare providers can develop trust through openness in the healthcare process. Ophthalmologists can improve treatment plan adherence and patient outcomes by strengthening their patient-physician interactions through the use of the IMX291 camera module, which offers comprehensive insights into the ocular health of patients.

Prospective Consequences for Ophthalmology

High-resolution imaging systems such as the IMX291 camera module will probably be used in ophthalmology more and more as technology develops. Further advancements could bring about even higher resolution sensors, more powerful processing units, and better artificial intelligence integration for automated analysis.

Technological Progress in Telemedicine

The IMX291 camera module has an intriguing possibility as telemedicine becomes more popular. With the use of high-resolution imaging, ophthalmologists can treat patients who live in underserved areas or are unable to visit clinics through remote consultations. This accessibility has the potential to greatly enhance patient outcomes and increase the availability of eye care services.

Investigation and Creation

Additionally, the IMX291 camera module can support current ophthalmology research. Researchers can better understand how ocular disorders grow by using comprehensive imaging data, which can help build more efficient treatment plans and technological advancements.

In summary

By increasing patient involvement, optimizing treatment options, and improving diagnostic accuracy, the high-resolution IMX291 camera module is transforming the field of ophthalmology. As long as eye care providers keep using this technology, patients should anticipate improved results, faster illness detection, and more individualized treatment. Advances such as the IMX291 camera module point to a bright future for ophthalmology, as they will contribute to better eye health for all.

https://www.vadzoimaging.com/product/imx291-low-light-1080p-usb-camera

#camera #industry #technology #security #embedded

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oc-heaven · 11 months

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Peace Offering

Griffith x Nori (White Hawk Timeline)

Griffith gives Nori a way to take out his anger on him aka Griffith gets pegged. (perhaps ooc but this is fanfic so whatever)

Griffith stood outside of Nori’s office with a carefully wrapped box in his hands, as he had walked through the clinic he knew all eyes were on him and the box. Griffith wasn’t a stranger to the medical wing of the castle, but the box was. There would be whispers of the gift for months afterward, but only he and Nori would know what was in it and that thought filled him with a certain warmth. After knocking Griffith slipped into Nori’s office, where the man was pouring over papers.

“Hey.” Griffith placed the box on Nori’s desk. “I have a gift. Open it, and then I’ll leave you alone.” He knew Nori could get mad at him and possibly even show the gift to the other doctors. Something that would humiliate Griffith beyond belief, though he didn’t know if he’d mind all that much.

“Sure… just a minute…” Nori mumbled as he scribbled something down before he grabbed the box. Griffith watched eagerly as Nori carefully unwrapped it. The box was made of beautiful mahogany with a sterling silver latch. Nori hummed in curiosity as he examined it. “What is it?” He glanced at Griffith quizzically.

“Just open it,” Griffith coaxed, his eyes twinkling. Nori sighed as he opened it before gasping at the six-inch glass dildo and harness cradled gently by velvet.

“Griffith… what the hell is this?” Nori looked at him blankly.

“A peace offering! You can take all your anger out on me,” Griffith said happily. Nori looked back at the dildo and strap.

“What kind of joke is this?” He shook his head in disbelief.

“It's no joke, you can bend me over at night and use me like a toy,” Griffith stated earnestly.

“Like a toy? You would let me fuck you like a common whore?” Nori scoffed but picked up the glass toy. It was surprisingly life-like save for the ridges on it. Humming as he ran his fingers over the sturdy phallus, Nori inspected the craftsmanship. “It’s… well crafted…”

“Yes,” Griffith’s voice had turned husky. He bit his lip as he watched Nori’s slender fingers tracing the glass cock, finding himself envious of the toy.

“I might just fuck myself with it and not bother with you,” Nori mused not noticing how Griffith swallowed harshly at his words. “I bet it feels amazing. These ridges aren’t something you get on a guy’s dick, ya know.” He glanced back at Griffith and chuckled. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Seeing me squirting on a glass cock?” Griffith was at a loss for words. He wasn’t sure whether he wanted to be fucked by Nori or see him fuck himself more.

Nori undid his belt as he swiveled his chair around. Lifting his butt off the seat, he pulled his pants and undergarments down to expose his cunt, after kicking his pants off he spread his thighs to show himself off better. Griffith was transfixed as Nori brought the dildo to his lower lips, using the head to part them as he slowly slid the toy along his slit. Once satisfied with the cock being lubed enough, Nori eased it into his wet hole.

“How about this? I fuck myself and if, only if, I cum I’ll fuck you, okay?” Griffith nodded eagerly as he wet his lips.

“Mmm, good,” Nori huffed as he began to fuck himself with the cock. "It's nice, I like it for sure," He hummed as it brushed against his g-spot. "But you didn't get it for me… you wanted this just for you, am I right?"

"Y-yes," Griffith whined, his cheeks turning scarlet. He wasn't embarrassed, no, he was turned on beyond belief.

"Hmph, you're a fucking pervert." Nori was working himself up faster than he ever had before, it must have been the fact Griffith was standing there stewing in his own need that was getting him off. "I know you've been jerking off in my bed," Nori taunted, watching Griffith's eyes go wide.

"I…" Griffith wanted to say something, but he wasn't even sure if it was to defend himself or not.

"Oh, shut up," Nori scoffed. The coil in his core winding tighter. Griffith watched, enraptured, as Nori brought himself over the edge. The glass of the cock allowing Griffith to see Nori's walls pulsing around it. "O-oh, that's… that's good cock…" Nori chuckled as his breathing evened out. "Mmm, guess I fuck you." At that Griffith eagerly locked the door and stripped. He was quick to get on his hands and knees and present himself to Nori. "Good slut."

Nori put on and adjusted the harness along with the glass cock before circling Griffith. He traced along Griffith's spine until he ended up at his ass, where he spread the man's cheeks and smirked at his winking hole.

"An eager one aren't we?" Nori muttered, he lined the head of the cock up with Griffith's hole. It was still slick with Nori's cum, so he had no problem ramming it into Griffith's unprepared hole. The man let out a shrill cry as his eyes rolled back and he collapsed forward at the force. “Keep, quiet, or else my doctors and nurses will know what a slut you are, and you’re lucky this isn’t a real cock, or else you’d have to leave this room with my cum dripping out of you,” Nori grunted as he roughly fucked Griffith with his gift.

"Ngh, s-sorry!" Griffith gasped. It felt like his breath was knocked out of him. Nori had no interest in Griffith's pleasure, and he loved it. Even if Nori couldn't get as much stimulation out of this, he was determined to use Griffith like a toy. The way he was angling his hips, Nori was abusing Griffith's prostate, making it hard to not scream Nori's name.

"Shoulda given me a gag to use on you too," Nori chuckled as he tightened his grip on Griffith's hips. "Hope I leave bruises on your pretty skin." Griffith pushed his hips back in time with Nori's thrusts, he wanted more, he wanted to be marked by Nori. Each thrust brought Griffith closer to the edge until he let out a pathetic moan as he came all over the floor of Nori's office. "Tch, you're gonna clean that up with your mouth, got it?"

"Yes, master," Griffith mumbled in a dreamy tone. Nori scoffed at him but patted his ass as he called him a good boy, before pulling out of him. Griffith whined at the empty feeling, while Nori admired how his asshole fluttered around nothing.

"Now clean up your mess," Nori said as he took off the harness and put his pants back on. Griffith did as told licking up his cum while Nori watched. "If you get hard from this I'm not dealing with it." Griffith wanted to pout and beg Nori to help him when he inevitably got hard again, but he knew it wouldn't help. Unfortunately, cleaning up his cum from the floor while stark naked was turning him on. "I didn't think you'd actually get hard from this," Nori mocked as Griffith's cock bobbed in the air. To play it up, Griffith made sure to wiggle his hips to emphasize his ass and hard cock, while Nori mocked him. Once he finished, Nori told Griffith to leave. He whined and pouted, but eventually left. Both were satisfied though.

#oc #jacks ocs #oc ship #berserk oc #nori #griffith x nori #oc smut #oc drabbles

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