#yes I have white coat syndrome

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being very chill about going to the doctor this afternoon very chill very calm very cool and normal

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The Devil is Real (Part 3)

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: Having been infected with god knows what, you quickly discover the cult's plans for you.

Word Count: 2.7k

Pairing: plagas!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Actions depicted in this story are not condoned in real life. You are responsible for your own content consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you, please read at your own risk. Minors do not interact, this story is 18+ only.

Warnings: drug abuse mention, abusive household mention, religious cult, religious trauma, body horror, noncon, dubcon, unprotected p in v, creampie, oral (m and f receiving), masturbation, kidnapping, yandere tendencies, somno, extreme violence and gore, human sacrifice, murder, blood play/kink, breeding kink, pregnancy, pet names, stockholm syndrome, exhibition, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT [More warnings may be added in future parts]

A/N: Did I listen to Take me Back to Eden on loop while writing this? Yes. Yes I did.

You feel like you’re floating; floating in complete darkness. You open your mouth to scream, expecting water to rush in, but that doesn’t happen. However, when you do try to scream, nothing comes out. Your head is pounding, like hands are holding your head and squeezing. Your eyes start to sting as you look up, seeing fractures of blue light break through the darkness, reminiscent of light passing through water.

Through the dark, you could hear muffled sounds. It takes a few moments to realize that the sounds were a voice and with each passing moment, the voice became clearer. Looking ahead of you now, you can see a shape approaching you, a strange sense of calm washing over you as it gets closer.

“That’s it, little bird. You’re doing so well.”

Leon…?

Now standing inches from you, Leon brings a hand to cup the side of your neck before gliding it upwards to caress your cheek. You note the black veins sprawling across his skin, staining the whites of his blue eyes. His hand snakes to the back of your head, gently coaxing you closer to kiss you tenderly on your forehead.

Leon whispers, his lips caressing your skin, “wake up, little bird.”

You jolt yourself awake, your whole body sweating profusely as you sit up from the ground, the sounds of footsteps reverberating from above. The next thing you hear is the trap door being flung open, followed by someone climbing down the ladder, led by a torch. You watch as the unmistakable looming figure of Father Méndez coming out from around the corner. You press yourself up against the wall as Méndez stands above you.

Without warning, he bends down, grabbing you by the throat and lifts you up off the ground. You weakly swing your legs in a pathetic attempt to kick at him as you bring your hands up to his large hand wrapped around your neck. As you gag and continue to struggle, Méndez brings the torch close to your face and you watch as a smirk crosses his lips.

“Excelente… your blood has accepted the gift.” he says before abruptly dropping you, “Lord Saddler estará muy contento.”

As you lay there on the ground, coughing, Méndez once again bends down, this time grabbing you by your arm and pulling you up onto your feet. He practically drags you to the ladder, motioning for you to climb it. You obey, hoisting yourself up the ladder. The moments between getting pulled out of that basement and when you’re brought to the church are a blur. You suddenly find yourself in the upper levels of the church, face to face with a very plain looking wooden door.

Méndez opens the door, shoving you inside the room. You stumble inside, your shoulder crashing into the brick wall. You watch Méndez step inside, pulling another hypodermic needle out from his coat.

“No!” you scream, pressing your back up against the wall, “please don’t!”

“Don’t struggle,” Méndez says as he approaches you, grabbing you by your shoulder before jabbing the needle into the side of your neck, pushing the mysterious liquid inside you, “this will make you nice and fertile for our lord.”

Fertile?!

Once again you feel the burning warmth of whatever it is Méndez just injected into you spread across your neck. He puts the needle back into his coat pocket before turning to leave, slamming the wooden door shut. You hear the lock engage, the sounds of his boot steps quickly following. It’s now eerily silent, with only your own thoughts as your company. At least what you first thought was your own thoughts. You can’t shake the constant whispering of something; almost like something was inside your brain. You grasp the sides of your head, desperately trying to will it to stop. However, your efforts are futile; the whispers only get worse and clearer by the minute. 

That’s nothing compared to the sudden onset of the most intense horniness you have ever experienced. No doubt fueled by whatever Méndez had injected you with. No matter what you did, you couldn’t escape the feeling of your arousal building in your core, the slick gathering between your legs, the dull ache of your breasts and a single word being repeated over and over in your head.

Breed.

Breed.

BREED.

Tears sting the corners of your eyes as you curl yourself in the corner of the small room, your arms hugging your legs as your body violently trembles in need. Eventually you start sobbing, your violent cries echoing in the small room and in the church beyond, you reckon. Your fingers dig into the floor, digging so hard that your fingernails break and your nail beds bleed; you can’t help but notice the inky veins that are pulsating under your skin, only getting darker with each passing moment.

You just want it to stop. Even death would be kinder than this torture your own body is putting you through. The door abruptly opens, startling you. You gasp, sitting up and pressing yourself against the wall as Méndez steps back into the room.

“El tiempo ha llegado.”

Two women step into view from behind Méndez wearing dirty white dresses with white hoods pulled over their heads, covering their faces completely. They approach you, grasping you gently by both of your arms and forcing you to stand. To your horror they begin to undress you. You try to fight them off, but Méndez’s booming command stops you, your body shaking in terror as the women continue to strip your clothes until you’re completely nude. 

Looking down, you see your entire body is covered in those black veins, feeling like a thousand insects are crawling beneath your skin. Méndez turns to leave the room again, motioning to you and the servants to follow. You suck in a breath when you see the entire congregation seated in the church, candles burning everywhere, the large stained glass covering the gathering in blues, greens and reds. 

Méndez leads you and the servants between the pews to the altar. One of his large fingers points to the altar before he addresses the servants, “Asegúrala al altar, entonces el ritual puede comenzar.”

The servants nod before they lead you to the altar, forcing you to lay upon it. They then shackle your wrists, then position your legs so that they are propped up with your knees bent, your legs spread before shackling your ankles, too. You turn your head, seeing your brother seated in the closest pew to the altar. His skin has the black veins, too. You can’t help but weep, tears streaming down the sides of your face.

“Vince… please help me…” you say softly, hoping he’ll hear you.

Your brother doesn’t acknowledge you, doesn’t even make eye contact with you, which only breaks your heart even further. The sound of the church doors opening causes you to shift your gaze. A man wearing a dark purple robe has entered, carrying a large staff which you come to realize has tentacle-like things squirming all over it. He begins to approach the altar, to which you notice another robed figure walking behind him; you assume it’s Leon. The purple robed man walks around to stand behind the altar, Leon, following close behind before stopping to stand slightly behind him.

The purple robed man outstretched his arms, “my brothers and sisters! How long have we waited for this day to come?”

“Too long, Lord Saddler,” you hear the congregation say softly in response, their voices echoing through the church.

So this is their elusive leader…

Saddler then looks down at you, allowing you to get a better look at his face under his hood; his skin decrepit and the irises of his eyes a pale white. A devilish smirk crosses his lips as he gazes down at your nude form.

“I am Lord Saddler, the leader of this lovely religious community. I must thank your brother for bringing you to us, for ensuring the next generation of our group.”

“What are you talking about?” you ask, pulling on your restraints. 

“I need an heir,” Saddler explains, “and you are going to carry that seed now that your blood has accepted our gift.”

Immediately knowing the implications of his words, you struggle violently against your restraints, screaming and crying, the thought of Saddler even touching you filling you with absolute dread. Saddler watches your futile struggles for a moment before letting out a booming laugh.

“Oh my sweet little lamb, there’s no need to worry. Performing the act of coitus is beneath me.”

You stop struggling, breathing heavily as relief washes over you. That is short lived, however, once Saddler continues.

“The honor of planting the seed of my heir will go to Leon,” Saddler says, his free hand gesturing to Leon, who steps towards the altar.

The two servants from earlier step to either side of Leon, gently removing his robe, revealing his shirtless form; his skin also covered in the same black veins everyone else has and a loose fitting piece of black fabric wrapped around his waist. One of the servants picks up a large bowl filled with a red liquid, most likely blood. She dips her fingers into it, stepping up to Leon and painting the strange cross symbol onto his bare chest before stepping away, the bowl still in her hands.

Leon steps towards the altar, his fingers quickly removing the fabric covering his loins. You watch as his hardened member springs up, slapping his stomach. The tip is red and angry, leaking pre-cum and also covered in black veins. The servant carrying the bowl, steps towards Leon again, and you watch as he then dips his fingers into the liquid, then reaching down to your lower stomach, painting that cross symbol onto it. His blue eyes look into yours, a smirk crossing his lips.

Just keep your eyes on me. Pretend no one else is even here with us.

You could have swore he spoke, however his lips definitely didn’t move. He brings his fingers to your throbbing cunt, his fingers running through your soaked folds, causing you to flinch and whimper. You watch his smirk evolve into a devilish smile, his hand wrapping around his rock hard member, lining it up to your entrance. Once pushing the head in, he rests his hands on your folded knees, then thrusting himself inside you, causing you to cry out. 

You twist your wrists in your restraints as he moves his hips, the angle of his cock hitting your g-spot perfectly. Your eyes widen, an animalistic moan escaping your lips as you ball your fists, your breasts bouncing rhythmically as Leon pounds into you. He reaches both hands to grasp your breasts, kneading them in his hands and stroking his thumbs over the hardening buds of your nipples. 

The congregation then begins to chant, “Gloria a Las Plagas.”

“Oh my god, your cunt is so perfect,” Leon softly moans as he leans his head back, closing his eyes as he picks up the pace on his thrusts.

Your walls flutter around his cock, your legs starting to tremble as your release quickly approaches. As if sensing this, Leon turns his head and snaps at one of the servants.

“¡Quítate esos malditos grilletes de tobillos!” he growls, still aggressively fucking into you as he digs his fingers into your thighs for support. 

The servants obey, each going on either side of the altar and unlocking the restraints on your ankles. Once those are removed, Leon wastes no time folding you into a mating press, his face now hovering within inches of yours.

“You’re doing so good,” he whispers, his lips brushing yours as he speaks, “taking me so well, my little bird.”

That nickname causes your walls to squeeze around his length as it bullies your cervix, powerful moans pouring from your lips before Leon kisses you, his hungry lips devouring yours. As he begins to thrust into you harder and faster, the chanting of the congregation becomes louder until it is booming through the whole church.

Leon’s thrusts start to become erratic, and with one final thrust, he pushes himself into you as hard and as deep as he can go, his cock throbbing in you as he fills you to the brim with his seed. This triggers your own orgasm, you scream as your body violently convulses. Your eyes roll into the back of your head just as the chanting of the congregation reaches its crescendo.

“¡GLORIA A LAS PLAGAS!”

Coming down from your release, your head begins to spin, tumbling towards unconsciousness. The last thing you see is the twisted grin on Saddler’s face. 

Caging you with his body, Leon gazes down at your unconscious form, watching your chest gently rise and fall with each breath you take. His own breaths are heavy, his hips still flush against yours as his cock begins to soften inside you. He gently strokes your face with his fingers. He then presses his forehead with yours, closing his eyes as he tries to reach your mind with his plaga’s abilities.

My precious little bird…

“Well done, Leon,” Saddler’s voice breaks Leon from his concentration, severing the connection from his mind to yours, “a truly passionate display. There’s no doubt that the seed will quicken.”

A low growl emanates from the back of Leon’s throat. He then crawls off you, slowly unsheathing himself from your warm heat. A slight smirk appears across his lips as he watches his cum leak from your abused hole. One of the servants drapes his robe back over his body while the other ties the piece of black fabric around his waist that he had removed himself earlier.

He watches as Saddler steps around the altar to stand in front of it, glaring at him once he’s out of Saddler’s line of sight. Saddler outstretches his arms once more and begins to address the congregation. 

“My brothers and sisters! The seed of my heir has been planted. My future Queen will be brought to Castle Salazar, where she will be trained in our ways…”

Saddler continues to speak, however Leon has stopped listening, his gaze shifting back to you. The servants are now undoing the restraints on your wrists as a couple of the Ganados, including your brother, approach with a crudely made stretcher, lifting your limp body from the altar to carry you away on it. Leon’s eyes remain locked on you until you are whisked out of the church.

Castle Salazar is an imposing structure nestled in the cliffs just outside of Valdelobos, it’s castellano the ever so infuriating Ramón Salazar. Once Saddler relieved Leon of his post, he made his way over to the castle where you are being kept to monitor your pregnancy and to mold you into the perfect “queen” for Saddler. Having allowed himself to transform, Leon begins to scale the castle walls as he follows the sense of your presence, his four back claws making easy work of scaling the wall while his long, scorpion-like tail helps to balance him as he climbs. His clawed fingers dig into the stone until he reaches an open window, vaulting himself onto the window sill, bent on his haunches. 

His heart races as he gazes upon you; your nude form under the safety of plush blankets. You are sleeping soundly, no doubt spent from being bred by Leon. Saddler had said coitus was beneath him, however, Leon knows the truth. The countless years of Saddler experimenting on himself rendered him infertile, hence why Leon was tasked with impregnating you. 

Leon silently climbs into the window, approaching the side of your bed before he gingerly sits down next to you, careful to not wake you. His ocean eyes gaze at you longingly as his clawed fingers gently comb your disheveled hair away from your face. Even though you’re sleeping, he can feel the connection the two of you have and as the plaga inside you grows, that connection will only become stronger. 

Saddler may have plans for you, but Leon has his own.

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Special Treatment - Jang Yeeun

"Fucking health insurance..." you mutter under your breath. A physical is usually guaranteed to be covered, why is it so hard to find a doctor that's in-network?! The ones available are either too far away or completely booked. You scroll and scroll and scroll the portal, looking for available doctors in your area. The only one that fits your needs is an unrated one, seemingly fresh out of medical school. Well, you needed to get a physical done before your coverage rolls over, so you bite the bullet and book an appointment with Doctor Jang Yeeun.

3 months later you show up at her practice, which is thankfully very clean and in a nice part of town. The receptionist checks you in with a sweet smile, and a short while later you are waved in by the nurse. Nervously you confirm your name and date of birth while she takes your height and weight. You can't help but get a whiff of the nurse's perfume as she leans in to put the blood pressure cuff on you.

"Hmm, reading's a little high." The nurse frowns. “Let's try that again.” White coat syndrome is a real thing, but you had a higher pressure for other reasons—frankly, the nurse was hot, the perfect combination of pretty and cute. Another frown adorns her doll-like face when she takes the second reading.

"Any history of high blood pressure or heart disease in the family?"

"No."

"Do you smoke?"

"No."

"Drink?"

"Socially."

"Are you sexually active?"

"Sometimes."

She makes a note of your answers before turning to the computer.

"Okay, so you're just here for the physical?"

"Yes."

The nurse responds with a wordless note, guiding you to the examination chair. Her hand dances across your body.

"Do you feel this?" She presses a finger into your palm, and you nod.

"Close your eyes, how many fingers do I have on your back?"

"Three."

"Mmhmm, keep your knee relaxed." She taps it with a reflex hammer, and you body responds accordingly.

"Good, anything you want to bring up, anything feel off?"

"No. But umm, shouldn't the doctor be doing all of this?" you ask the nurse carefully.

"I am the doctor." You look at her previously flipped nametag, and indeed, it says Jang Yeeun on it. You looked her up on the clinic website, but wow, that photo does not do her justice.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't see the coat, so I assumed—"

"Does this look better?" Yeeun laughs and throws the stereotypical doctor's coat over her petite frame.

"Yes, much like a doctor now, I'm so sorry."

"No problem, we're shorthanded, so I handle both the doctor and nurse duties here."

"I see, that's amazing. For such a pretty doctor to do all of this is really—" you blush and stop yourself, realizing what you said too late.

"A pretty doctor hmm?" Yeeun eyes you intently, a thousand mischievous thoughts running through her head. He's cute, should I...? The truth is, Yeeun has been running herself on fumes the past few months, managing and maintaining her own practice. It doesn't give her time for meeting people, and as a result she's been dry, for lack of a better word.

"Umm... Sorry, that slipped out."

"No, we should analyze, why did that slip out?"

"Sorry, I just thought you are really good looking, and—"

"Thank you. Now, just to clarify, you are sexually active yes? Are you seeing anyone at the moment?"

"No."

"Okay, I'm trying to figure out if you're sexually frustrated since you said that, which I might add, is highly inappropriate."

"I'm sorry, m-maybe, I'm trying to do no-nut November."

"Now why would you do that? It serves no purpose."

"Does it not?"

"Mmhmm, it's quite bad, you can't be going around spouting such comments at any pretty lady you see."

"Not just any, you're just really—" Yeeun interrupts you again.

"Ah ah ah, enough. You need special treatment, please come by my place as soon as possible."

"Um sure, yes of course. Will this be covered by my insurance?"

"Oh no need, we offer it free-of-charge, you will receive a message later today with the details."

Later that night Yeeun lounges in her recliner, debating on what message she should send you. If she didn't want to violate every professional rule about her job, the "place" she sends you to would just be her clinic again, and she'd do some simple placebo treatments for you. But the idle finger she traces between her legs does the thinking for her—she absolutely wanted you to violate her, and so she sends you a different location, the place she's in right now. She gathers her willpower and pulls her finger away from her body, typing out the message and sending it off to you. She breathes deeply and heavily as she tries to fall asleep—she is already looking forward to tomorrow.

Gulping, a few days later, you knock at the door, nervous about not being actually in a doctor's office for this "special treatment".

"Doctor Jang, I'm here."

"Welcome, please come in." Yeeun's dressed in her casual wear instead of looking like a medical professional, but your heart is beating rapidly anyways. Yeeun wears a simple but tightly fitted t-shirt and shorts, and the head below the belt thought that she looked simply delicious.

"Go through the door there, please strip to your underwear and put on the gown." You follow the doctor's instructions obediently.

"You can leave your clothes on the table, please, take a seat on the recliner and close your eyes, try to relax." Yeeun disappears from your view. "So, are you still doing no-nut November?"

"Umm yeah." You can't see Yeeun, but you can hear her step all around you.

"Have you failed? Did you masturbate since we last met?"

"What? No, it has only been a few days."

"Oh, that's no good, it is not good to be pent up." A finger traces your right forearm, and softly Yeeun mutters. "I can feel your muscles, makes me want to feel it working me over..."

"I'm sorry?"

"Oh, I mean, you should be exercising, to work off that testosterone. Have you been doing more exercise then? At least masturbation works this arm muscle here."

"Oh, umm, no, no extra exercise."

"That's no good at all! That can be very harmful to you!" Yeeun claims with a mock scandalized tone. Your gown is pulled open.

"Doctor?"

"Shh, I need to examine you, make sure there are no symptoms from lack of masturbation." Her finger traces your jawline dangerously, and going by her actions so far you were willing to let her dictate how far things were going to go tonight—Yeeun would be a wonderful reason to fail your "goal". But as she glides her nail down your neck, a tiny part of you wonders if she brought you here to kill you instead of fuck you. With your eyes closed, you focus and hear Yeeun's self-muttering all the more clearly, and it eliminates all doubt.

"What a nice strong jaw, makes me want to sit on it..."

"Doctor?"

"Shhh." Her hair tickles your chest—she's very near you. Brazenly her hands travel down your chest and stomach, and you reflexively suck your tummy in, and in response she pokes you with a laugh.

"No need to put on airs, I'm your doctor, remember?" Her whisper is a little higher pitched, teasing you. "It's quite firm regardless, not a six-pack, but something I wouldn't mind grinding on either. Now for something to ride on..."

You were hard before, and as Yeeun's fingers reaches your boxers you get extra sensitive, suddenly noticing the friction of the fabric against your shaft. But all she does is pull on them briefly before moving on. You gasp and buck your hip in response.

"Patience, my patient, the examination needs to be finished." Both your thighs are squeezed, and her hair tickles them, indicating where exactly her head is. Tension floods your body as her warm breath is on your thighs, seeming to move inwards. With a giggle she defuses you, her hands moving down to your calves and feet instead.

Unbeknownst to you Yeeun is soaking wet, her face already red at the scent between your legs—gods she wanted it so bad! But she denies both of you immediate gratification, knowing that the end result will be utterly explosive if she does it. Her hands massaging your calves and lightly touching your feet are just delaying the inevitable, working herself up to cross the next line.

You choke on your breath, gripping the recliner tightly as you feel her fingers on your boxers again.

"Lift your hips please." You almost rocket off the cushion to obey her. In an instant she has pulled them past your knees, and you hurriedly kick them off. Her hair tickles your cheeks once more, and you can't help but moan when you feel her lips pull on your earlobe.

"So hard, so thick, makes me want to fuck you over and over again."

"P-Please, please doctor!"

"It is time for your treatment, keep your eyes closed." Your cock jumps as she drifts her hand down your body, almost touching it. "You should not be denying yourself during an arbitrary month, you should orgasm often, orgasm freely as your needs dictate."

Suddenly you feel her hair tickle your thighs.

"You should cum for me."

You shout loudly into the room when her mouth envelopes your shaft, and a single lick of her tongue is enough to make you spew your pent up load down her throat. With one hand planted on the recliner, the other hand finds her head, and your hips buck off the cushion, trying to stuff your cock straight through Yeeun's face as you shoot rope after rope of cum into her. Yeeun's buried in your crotch, her nose inhaling your arousal, and she is dizzy with heat, either from her own burning need, or from the hot liquid you just put into her. Her hand massages your balls, and Yeeun shudders as you continue throbbing and feeding her rich semen—it makes its way through her body quickly, and every drop of cum you give her makes her produce her own slick, soaking through her panties.

You rest on the recliner, euphorically drained, too tired to even react when she release you with a pop, some cum leaking out the side of her lips. Absentmindedly she feels herself up in front of you while she waits, a hand drifting all over her midriff.

"Do you want me to help you?" you ask when you've finally gotten your wits about you.

"We should focus on your treatment, please go to the bedroom for step two." Yeeun heads in first, disappearing into the bathroom. She splashes herself with water, looking in the mirror at her blushing face. The line had been crossed, she had touched you, put you in her mouth and let you blow—and yet she can't wait to put you in her elsewhere. Yeeun touches herself—her nipples were hard and swollen, and she's sopping wet between her legs, she needed to get off now. She exits the bathroom and finds you sitting on the bed, almost obedient, waiting for her instructions.

"Now then, with your first orgasm out of the way, I need to make sure your arm muscles haven't atrophied."

Your eyes widen as Yeeun unbuttons her shorts, revealing to you black panties with a large and darker wet spot. She sits next to you, placing your hand on a delicious thigh.

"Please touch me, work your arm out as much as you can." Yeeun gasps as you move it swiftly, but not in towards her dripping core, but up to the hem of her underwear.

"Are you sure?" you ask, reveling in how fit Yeeun kept herself—her tummy's flat and very toned, and it twitched slightly in response to your touch. Yeeun nods hastily, her hand covering yours, trying to push you down further.

"Yes, ah, ahh!" Airily Yeeun whines as you immediately slip underneath her underwear, her heat almost overwhelming as you place your palm between her legs. You run two fingers along her labia, and they are instantly coated in slick. Daringly you cup and lift her just like that, pulling her petite frame into your lap, your other arm wrapped around her midriff. Now she's situated between your legs, and Yeeun forces your thighs open as she spreads her legs for you.

"Please show me how to workout, doctor?" Yeeun obliges and places a hand over yours, tensing as she pushes two of your fingers into her. Her back arches in response, and your free hand grabs at her clothed chest, pinning her back against your chest. Your palm grinds against her nipple roughly, and Yeeun bites her lower lip to stifle her moan. You are treated to the sight of her tummy twitching and undulating against you as you follow Yeeun's fingers into her.

"J-Just like that." Yeeun makes to lift her hand and leave you to it, but you are faster.

"No, let's workout together."

"Fuck!" Yeeun cries out as she is stuffed with four fingers for the first time. Her own fingers feel long and thin inside her, a sensation not too foreign to her. But stacked on top of those are your fingers, each seemingly way thicker, firmly pressing her own fingers into her snug walls. In her high arousal she bucks mindlessly against your hands, fucking it like a dildo, except it is one that could separate and push her open, then twist and seemingly screw inside her. Her own fingers are touching places she never thought to touch, places that she pulled away from normally due to how sensitive just getting close to them made her feel. Except now, your fingers are manipulating her, giving both of you an arm workout as you fingerfuck Yeeun with both sets of fingers.

Wait! Too much! Yeeun shouts in her mind, but all that comes out is a low groan. Her free hand scrabbles for your arm, urging you to stop moving, but imperiously you keep going, pumping your arm up and down as you sought to find her g-spot. Yeeun's world begins to go white, her body growing numb as it concentrates on the bubbling cauldron boiling between her legs. You push Yeeun on, both your fingers and hers ever so close to where you wanted to touch, where she needed to be touched. Her entire body tenses involuntarily when her fingerpad brushes against it, and you go in for the kill.

"Ohhhh! Oh nngh— God, oh fuck! Ohhhhh yessss..." Yeeun releases her first unreserved and satisfied moan of the night as you push your fingers against her g-spot repeatedly, fingerblasting her. A jet of juice sprays against her own palm, and you force it to splash back onto herself as you pump fingers viciously into her, the sound getting lewder and sloppier by the second.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Yeeun stays rigid as her body continues to produce more slick, as if your fingers are poking holes in the dam of pleasure she has built up over her dry spell, and all of it is leaking out uncontrollably. Loud moans accompany every burst of squirt, and she can feel her own palm getting splashed with every orgasmic flash of white in her head. Over and over she goes over the edge until it is finally dulled by overstimulation, her body only able to twitch, unable to squirt anymore. You pull your fingers out, and when you flick your hand droplets of her girlcum are flung on to the bed.

"Good?" you ask her, holding your shining fingers to her face. Yeeun nods and takes your fingers in her mouth. Her tongue cleans them before she pulls you in for a fevered kiss, sticking her tongue down your throat, making sure you can taste her want. You grab her own slick hand and draw it across your jaw and neck, much like she did earlier.

"What did you say before doctor, this makes you want to sit on it?"

"Yes, give me a moment though—" she tries to get off you, but you hold her still.

"No, I want to taste this—" you take her fingers and suck them clean, "straight from the source. Either you sit on me, or I am pinning you to the bed and devouring you right now."

"Fine, fine, lie down, I need to evaluate your neck and jaw muscles."

"Good excuse doctor." You lie down obediently. Yeeun turns around and crawls on top of you, her legs shaky on the mattress. She pushes herself up and down your stomach, smearing it in her juices, and she fires you a smile—right, she wanted to grind on you.

"Breathe in please." You suck your stomach in, and Yeeun moves a little higher, dragging herself over your ribs, the bumps sending shivers up her spine. She grates herself on you, shredding the last of her inhibitions, turning them into a light glean on your torso.

"What happened to not putting on airs in front of you?" you joke as you have to exhale and catch your breath. "There's another way you can feel good doctor, without me having to suck my stomach in."

"Good, I need this so bad tonight." You hook her knees and pull her up your body. The heat on your chest grows, and Yeeun pants heavily on top of you. With your hands on her ass you push her towards you, and she grabs your hair, pulling your head off the bed. Soon you are forced to breathe through your nose, taking in oxygen and her scent as she rides your face, your tongue slurping her like the last bit of soup in a bowl. The bowl is self-filling though, and over and again you drink from Yeeun, each lick on her slit ending with a flick on her clit—it makes her leak even more, coating your chin.

"Hrghk!" Yeeun ignore your grunts and pulls you further in between her legs. If the presidential jet is Air Force One, your face is her Cloud Nine as she bounces up and down, back and forth over your mouth. Your hands are large and grabby on her ass, and part of her wonders if she should let you take over for part of the night, have you pin her down and devour her like you mentioned... her eyes disappear into her head when your tongue wraps around her pearl of a clit. Maybe later.

"Ah fuck, yes! I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum on your face!" Her fingers tug even more urgently on your hair, and her grinding becomes frantic and wild. The resulting act is half her fucking your face, and half you tonguefucking her. You grab her ass almost painfully to try and control Yeeun, but it only serves to drive her arousal higher, and there is no stopping the pleasure shooting up her spine. With a loud cry Yeeun climaxes on top of you, her pussy desperately trying to grab at your tongue, lewd squelching noises filling your ears.

Yeeun falls off you, and you take a moment to take everything in—you are drenched in slick, you're sweating, your face is red, you're gasping for breath, and yet you haven't done a damn thing to your bombshell of a doctor. Yeeun has no plans of letting up though, and she clambers on top of you before you could get the upper hand.

"How about you take a rest doctor?"

"No, I want to ride this cock, need to feel this in me." She has already lined herself up with you, and her guiding hand is already grasping you.

"So fucking needy—" you grunt in pleasure as you slip into Yeeun for the first time. You thought you were drenched in her slick already, but your cock feels like it's submerged in a pool of her juices, and somehow it is the tightest pool you've ever been in. The pool grows and deepens inch by inch, until Yeeun is sitting on your waist. She takes off her t-shirt and bra, and you get a peek at her breasts before she leans on top of you, kissing your neck.

"Damn doctor, you're a little nympho aren't you?"

"You would be too if you haven't gotten laid in so long, now shut up and let me ride, you can take over later." The prospect of finally fucking Yeeun shuts you up, and you focus your energies on holding your orgasm back. It is relatively easy at first, but as Yeeun picks up the pace the warmth of her body on yours becomes hot and slick, just like her pussy wrapped around you. You shut your eyes tightly, wishing you could plug your ears from her erotic moans.

Yeeun smiles at your closed eyes, knowing that she was getting to you just as much as you were getting to her. She throws her head back, closing her own eyes and focusing on the pleasure she's taking from you. God I can’t stop riding him! Her body's taut and her pussy's tight, clenching down on you whenever she falls on your lap. Yeeun wants nothing more than to have your cock permanently in her, and she grinds down on your groin demandingly, trying to make the two of you joined at the cock and pussy. The heat between two of you grows with the friction, and Yeeun's fallen on top of you.

"Fuck I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum all over you!" she screeches, and when Yeeun orgasms, she really does cum all over you, giving your cock and crotch a fresh coat of slick. She gasps and groans into your neck, each contraction of her pussy around you forcing both air and juice out of her. You bite your lip and curl your toes, desperately trying to hold on and not blow in or with Yeeun.

"That was so good... Oh, you're bleeding, let me put some pressure on it." Yeeun leans in for a firm kiss, the light sting of your lip bite overpowered by the softness of her lips and the sweet taste of her lip gloss. She breaks the kiss with a smirk. "Haven't cum yet? Good, I'll keep my word then, you can do what you want, just don't cum in me."

Without a further word you roll Yeeun off you, and she's a little disappointed when you get on top of her in the missionary position. She's less disappointed where you put her legs on your shoulders, cooing in delight as you slide back into her. With the help of gravity you get even deeper and feel even bigger inside her, and she's already quickening to her next peak. You examine Yeeun's depths thoroughly with your cock, an invasive search that leaves her breathless in joy. Her body is pliable, bending to your weight, and no problems with her reflexes are observed—when you pull out, she lifts her hips best she can, yearning for the next thrust of your cock; when you push in, Yeeun tightens around you immediately, her ankles hooked around your neck.

"Yes!" Yeeun moans shamelessly—she was so right to let you do this to her! The pressure you're exerting on her entire body is nothing like she would get if she's the one in command. The bed creaks under your pounding, and Yeeun bounces powerlessly on the bed, sprung up by the bedsprings when you pull back, only to be slapped down at the hips by your next downward slam.

This feels so wrong but so good! She's violated all professional conduct tonight, and now you're taking her to task, punishing her with overwhelming pleasure. Yeeun screams in climax right before your own orgasm hits you, and your load splatters all over her twitching body as she thrashes about underneath. She threatens to pull the sheets off the bed in the throes of pleasure, but you grab her attention by leaning forward, pushing down on her legs. She looks up at you, eyes unfocused, still lost in ecstasy—a whimper escapes her as you lean even further on her, almost snapping her in two at the hips, but she inches her head up, and you reward her by gently pushing her legs off your shoulders and kissing the pain away.

"Oh fuck, it feels so warm..." Yeeun sneaks a hand down her body, smearing and spreading your cum all over her skin. Her tummy's now shining with your seed, and a second wind takes you.

"You admit you're a nympho doctor?" You're already flipping her on her front, and Yeeun reacts accordingly, pushing herself to her knees.

Fuck yes! "Only if the sex is good," she mumbles into the pillow, still catching her breath.

"And is the sex good?" Is he hard aga- nngh! You're already feeding her pussy with cock, and she pushes her hips even higher.

"Yes, fuck yes!" Yeeun cries into the pillow, her arms already tired from pulling on the sheets so much. She's sore, sensitive, and delirious, mostly fucked out of her mind. But she wanted more, wanted you to fuck her again, wanted you to fuck another orgasm into her. You give her just that, and with a sound that is as unintelligible as a doctor's handwriting she clenches around you again. The jolts of pleasure you give her as you fuck her through her orgasm become hammers on her nerves—her body reacts for her, spreading her knees and dropping her hips low on the bed, away from you.

But like an ambulance chaser your hips follow her down, and you easily drill Yeeun's prone form into the bed. One hand presses down on her back, and the other goes round to her face, and you hook her by the mouth with two fingers, twisting her head around to face you. Her tongue flicks against your fingers, and you pull them out to smear her cheeks with her own spit.

"Please, please cum for me already," Yeeun begs, drooling from where you had hooked her, it was too much, far beyond what she had expected! You are just about at your limit too, and with a few rapid ruts into her overfucked pussy you pull out, lodging your cock between her butt cheeks and thrusting forward, shooting your load all over her flawless back. Yeeun hisses, the thick white fluid scalding red hot lava on her skin. She moans in relief when it quickly cools, and when your cock throbs and slowly gets smaller on her lower back, indicating the end of the night. You knock the breath out of Yeeun when you collapse on top of her, kissing her sweaty neck.

"Too much for the nympho doctor?"

"Mmhmm, fuck that was too good."

"Are we done with treatment then?"

"Yes, no problems with your lack of masturbation. Might need you to come back in for another round of treatment sometime." Yeeun cranes her neck to look at you.

"I'd like that." You capture her lips passionately, two people thoroughly satisfied.

But the talk after you're all cleaned up is awkward.

"You know I can't be your doctor anymore right, this is a huge violation."

"Of course, I understand. You're losing my business then, I get sick very easily." Yeeun scoffs in response before walking you to the door.

"Please, my business will be fine. But I won't be, give me your number."

"You already have it no, from my records?"

"Yeah but it feels wrong to use that." You oblige and type your number in, and she calls you back. "Good, I'll contact you for your next treatment— Wait! Don’t save my number as that!” Yeeun winces as you save her number as "Doctor Jang". She takes your phone away from you before slipping it back into your hand with a kiss and a wink.

"I'll let you know when to come over, and bring some clothes to change into next time."

You look down at your phone on the way home. Her contact name says "Nympho Yeeun" instead—and already she's sending you a text for when you should come over next. An apple a day keeps the doctor away, but a lay a day keeps your balls drained, and your nympho doctor Jang Yeeun will make sure of that.

A/N: Took my time writing this one, Yeeun is gorgeous. It might read a little similar to the Woohee story, but hope it’s different enough. Anyways thanks for reading, hope you enjoy the medical references!

[plasmasimagination]

Hiii, congrats on your 300+ followers. I saw some of your match up posts and I'm so curious (and exciting, too) about it. So I would like to ask for a HSR and Genshin match up. But if you don't do multiple, then you can do just a HSR match up.~

I'm an INFJ with Scorpio sun. I would say I'm an old soul with a carefree, sometime childlike, personality. Let me make it clear.~ I enjoy philosophical topics and deep conservation. And history and historical things always get my attention. I'm always attracted to vintage or academic things and activities like museum, classical literature and music, languages studying... Even my fashion style get affected by my academic aesthetic obsession. But I know how to make a good joke and enjoy my time, too. When I'm surrounded by my familiars, I can get childish and clingy. That's how I show my trust, by putting down my hyper-independent mask and letting myself get vulnerable around them. Towards strangers, I can be seen as aloof and quiet. And it needs many many and maaaaany effort for me to warm up to anybody.

I'm quite competitive, at least in academic field. Maybe it's the post-gifted-kid syndrome, lol. When I set my eyes on something, I will neglect everything to achieve my goal. So you can assume that my health is not always in good shape (the truth is I get sick often, haiz). But that doesn't mean I don't know when I should stop. Instead, I'm proud to say I know how to keep myself in check when my competitive tendency could do bad things to other people. Normally, I'm type of people to just go with the flow. Some of my friends may say I'm a softie if the problem doesn't bother me too much to make me feel annoyed. And when I'm annoyed, that's a different story. Safe to say I can make a grown-up man cry with my words. You don't have to always use violence to solve things.

I think I have talents in learning languages. I can speak 3 languages and currently I'm learning another one. Yet, my major is business administration. You know, economy major is always a safe choice.

I'm quite short. But I think 155cm is an average height for an Asian so never mind. I have long black hair (oh I loooove long hairs in general, including my hair too, safe to say I love playing with my friends' hairs dguahuihhwh), dark brow eyes and soft feature with plump lips (my favorite features~) and a beauty mark on my right chin, right under my mouth (yes my favorite features again hehe). But my friends prefer my round full cheeks or my doe eyes (hm, and I think my eyes are rather sad, not doe-eyes much).

I adore cute and girly (?) things. Like flowers, small animals, moon, rain, autumn, soft color like pink or lilac... My fashion style mixes with feminine, classic and academia style. In conclusion, you can imagine some long black skirts, long dresses with flowers patterns and laces, white blouses, trench coats, a pair of marry janes...

My hobbies includes reading, journaling and just sleeping. My love languages are physical touch, quality time and acts of service. I prefer calm, collected, mature and gentle people and genders don't matter with me (if it helps).

I apologize in advance if I overdo it. But I believe the more details, the easier for you to finish my request! Have a great day or night and remember to take care of yourself.~

HI THERE SWEEETIEEE ヾ(≧∇≦)ゞ

EEK,so these guys were somewhat most fitting for you, but if you do decide you want to know which girls would go well with you don't be shy to send in another request (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ )

Anyways- HM HM HM , very good I like the details, but it wasn't hard to match you up either way ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

So, your matchup is ....

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DAN HENG

Two intellectuals = power couple.

I like to imagine that he would find enjoyment in talking with you

I know I know, partners should love to talk w each other and stuff, but he especially enjoys talking with **you**

I can imagine it took you guys a whole while to get to trust each other, but when you do you guys are inseparable

He will also make sure to look after you so you don't overwork yourself

And work on getting your immune system better, by forcing you to eat properly and to get enough sleep.

Partner that can make you cry x boyfriend that's there to protect partner if they encounter trouble >>>

Also a thing I like to imagine y'all would do is lay in each other embrace reading, and then later you can tell him about the book you read and he will listen intently like AHH adorable!

And...

AL HAITHAM

It's Dan Heng in a different font! /J (what can I say darling you attract smart guys)

No but I think that you would also be able to vibe w alhaitham

And babe ...I wouldn't like to cross the two of you

Like you guys probably have an intense power couple energy where you will and can bully someone by merely looking at them, I'm teriffied.

I'd imagine you and alhaitham would have a lot of discussions, not arguments, just discussions about certain topics

Generally I like to think you guys would get along very good since you have a lot of things in common

He's quite less fond of physical contact than dan Heng, and prefers to show his love through acts of service and quality time

He would buy you books he thinks you're interested in

And always make time in his oh so busy schedule to spend time with you, so don't worry you get just enough attention from him

[cee-grice]

it is once again blorbo thursday and now I have a bunch more new blorbos so we're gonna talk about them >:))

Some relevant info:

All the following characters are gonna be essentially Quil's co-workers. They're all part of the same project team which the A plot is about

They've (mostly) all been handpicked by Mistress Silvoir (the Academy's current Headmistress) for being outstanding in their respective field

The Cielle Academy has two major study programmes: magic and medicine

The Research Team (part 1)

Celeste Ekelie

the project's resident pathologist!! she's not a mage herself and is instead a graduate of the Academy's medical course

practically the only non-mage on the team lmao

probably the most Normal™ out of everyone, but that's not saying much, I'll be honest

very sweet and conflict-avoidant, will try to cool things down (but Will stay out of it if the conflict's between higher ranking people than her lol she's sensitive ok :()

a bit of a people pleaser tbh.... also kinda neurotic lol aee

LOVES to gossip and sometimes forgets that maybe she shouldn't around some people uhhh

very passionate about what she does and will talk your ear off if you let her :))

she and Quil may have the most well-adjusted relationship out of everyone LOL

also may or may not have a crush on another member of the team....

36ish, short, has glasses, dark-haired, pretty disheveled because she just. doesn't notice lol, pretty much always has her doctor's coat on, trans gal

quote:

“But they are a bit frightening,” she said, dropping her voice conspiratorially. “Especially Mistress Aukateshka. Oh, the way she can just look at you… Ah, but I shouldn't gossip!” she all but squeaked, her voice once more taking on a nervous tone. “They're all very capable professionals. Yes, very respectable.”

Akhel Yachek

a transfer student from an isolated northern country, currently in his third year

Mistress Silvoir's new mentee ✨✨✨ (Quil's replacement question mark ?..)

MAJOR imposter syndrome vibes lmao, he's been put on this project by the Headmistress as part of his specialized curriculum but he's just a student...and all these people are PROFESSIONALS....yeah idk how he's managing it

an aspiring conjuration mage!! (which is basically portal magic)

is actually very intelligent but is scared to say anything because what if he's wrong and everyone will think he's stupid and then he'll get kicked out and

a walking anxiety disorder basically

is intimidated by everyone and everything

both reveres and is frightened by Mistress Silvoir, qualities that Quil absolutely does not possess, so their convos get a little. interesting

19, tall boy, long, near-white blond hair, perpetually pale, wears mostly Academy-issues clothing, so baby blue robes

quote:

“I'm sure you would, but seriously, don't hesitate to put Akhel to work,” Celeste said, flashing him a grin. “He's like our… communal… personal… assistant. Headmistress's orders. I make use of him the most, though, because the others scare him.” “They do not,” he hissed in protest, and immediately flushed in embarrassment. He mumbled something under his breath, glancing away with a wince.

Avriele Kaelion

an abjuration mage that has a scientific specialization in freecasting (the ability to use magia intuitively without a magia conduit; unique to specific venemagiks)

a venemagik herself 👀 and a bit more on the eerie side appearance-wise...maybe a bit personality-wise, too...

extremely blunt. will not sugarcoat her words. she just says how it is and you can't really be mad even

absolutely unreadable tone. good luck figuring out if she's complimenting or criticizing you

is the most cynical about this whole project and its success. thinks they're trying to play with something they don't and can't understand. still does her job, though

is impossible to intimidate. you'll probably get intimidated yourself if you try

a master at catching you off-guard and making you say what you didn't want to. yeah she knows what she's doing

Quil is both on edge around her and can't seem to stay away, she's just Such an interesting conversationalist to him

43ish, very sharp and bone-y stature (you see bones where you probably shouldn't), jet-black hair cut to her chin, paper-white skin, entirely black eyes and lips, likes to wear pastel colors, though

quote:

“The Headmistress has spoken,” Mistress Kaelion cut him off, her voice fit for a music box with how soft and melodic it was. The marbles between her long fingers started to clink again. “The only appropriate response you may have is amen.”

taglist (lmk if you wanna be +/-): @writerfae, @tate-lin, @iriswords, @sternenmeerkind, @thecrookedwriterspath, @pure-solomon, @moonshinemagpie, @arowanaprincess, @scribe-of-stories, @thesorcerersapprentice, @stuffaboutwriting, @doriians, @sam-glade

[totally-snowy]

The Narrator (TSP) As Your Doctor

Word Count: 919

Rating: PG (suggestive themes at the end)

M4A

Enjoy~ <3

An appointment you both looked forward to and dreaded.

Sure, everything went smoothly most of the time (other than that one time you had an allergic reaction and had to be given CPR by this extremely hot doctor, but that’s besides the point.)

“__?” You heard your name being called, and nervous flutters went to your stomach.

“Coming,” you called out, slowly rising from the plastic blue chair you had been sitting in and following the nurse to a room. She didn’t even give you any of her regards before locking you in the room.

Well.

That was… eventful.

You let out a slow sigh to calm yourself down, already feeling your pulse racing from anticipation. In.. and.. out. In and out. Inandoutandinandoutandin-

“Pardon me?”

You turned, and immediately air rushed out of your lungs. The doctor that came in the room… he couldn’t be…

Fuck. He was the hot doctor who had given you CPR before. Oh my god, he was going to hear your heartbeat. Oh my GOD. He’s going to find out.

“Ah!” He said kindly, eyes crinkling into a smile. “It’s you. Glad to see you in good health.”

“A-ah, yes,” you said, bumbling like a fool. You flushed red and looked away. “Sorry. I suffer from-“

“White coat syndrome?” He laughed merrily. Oh my GOD his voice is hot. “There is no worries, my dear.”

MY?!? MY DEAR??!?! HAHKEKWEJR??!

You tried your best not to make any more noises as he stepped closer to you, inspecting your face carefully over his yellow rimmed glasses.

“Alright. If you don’t mind, I’ll get started with the exam?” He grinned as you nodded quickly, biting your lip.

“Okay. I’ll first start by listening to your lungs. Turn around for me, please.”

You turned around obediently, and he placed the gray stethoscope on your back. You tried not to flinch from how cold it was.

“Alright. Breathe deeply, if you will.” He seemed to whisper. You flushed even more red. He repeated this instruction a couple more times before deeming you fit.

“I must say, you’ve been so good so far in the exam.” He murmured, and it made your heart leap with hope. You pushed that hope away and tried to concentrate on his next words, which were “otoscope” and “checking your reflexes.”

Thank goodness, he isn’t going to check my pulse.

You breathed a quiet sigh of relief and followed his instructions as he checked your reflexes, ears, eyes, hands and stomach.

You weren’t ashamed to admit you felt yourself breathing fast when he was examining there, which elicited a laugh out of the doctor.

“Alright,” he said, finally, FINALLY putting away the other medical tools. “I’m almost done with your exam. Wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“N-no…”

He smiled kindly. “Now, I must check your pulse, and you can be on your way.”

Oh, FUCK.

You thought he forgot.

He slowly unwrapped his stethoscope again from his neck, and you felt your heart’s pace pick up with each step closer. You tried to indiscreetly hold it, as if to manipulate it to calm down, but to no avail. At the doctor’s questioning gaze, you simply laughed.

“Alright,” he murmured, putting the buds in his ears. He rubbed the bell against his coat to warm it up, which was way more seductive than it should have been. He then, without any warning, thrust it onto the top of your chest.

Immediately, you were very self conscious of how fast your heart was pounding. He was concerned, you could tell, with the way he quirked up his eyebrow as he moved the stethoscope around.

“Well,” the doctor started, finally removing the bell from your chest. “I think a cardiology appointment is in order. Your resting heart rate is… a bit concerning, even for someone with white coat syndrome.”

“Sorry,” you murmured, and he once again laughed kindly.

“I want to try something… in order to get a proper reading…” he mumbled to himself, then unrolled his stethoscope again.

“Would you like to listen to mine?” He offered innocently. “Maybe it’ll help you calm down.”

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUKCUFKCUU-

“Sure,” you said, mustering a smile while a storm of feelings erupted in you. He grinned and nodded, adjusting the buds until they were comfortably in your ear.

He slowly, as if he was teasing you, placed the bell over his heart.

Oh.

My.

God.

It was as if you were transported into another world.

Every beat, every pump seemed calculated. It was so… slow.

He smiled as your facial features unknowingly softened. The rhythm was so constant, it was so… soothing.

B-boom.

B-boom.

You let out a long deep breath as you let go of the stethoscope.

“There we go,” he whispered, reversing your positions. “That’s a good girl. I knew you could do it.”

“How did you do that?” You asked, despite the fact you already felt your heart start racing again from his presence.

“Listening to a heartbeat is scientifically proven to calm people down. I usually use it when my patients seem anxious.” He smiled, leaned in, tucked a piece of hair out of your eyes, and nodded.

“Everything seems to be in perfect working order. However, may I have your number?”

You thought you were going to die.

And everyone was happy.

And if something went down after hours, at this strange man who you learned was called the Narrator’s house, I wouldn’t know. After all, I’m just the author.

[bloomingflowersthings]

Sicktember 2023!

Hello everyone!! I know I’m late to the party but better late than ever… right? also, this will technically be sicktober (yes I’ll post it on october) because I still need to plan these :( I hope that’s alright!!

Also, I plan on writing these as drabbles, because I have been super busy with uni lately, and also because of a writer’s block that I’m battling against.

Guys, don’t forget to request the pairings you’d like to see during this, your requests will be blue!! I claimed some of these prompts for myself hehe, these will be pink!!

1. Hopelessly bad at self-care- Sick Reader x Wandanat

2. Quest for a cure

3. “What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?” Sick Reader x Yelena

4. Hiding an illness- Sick reader x Natasha

5. Preventative measures

6. Sick and injured- Sick Reader x Florence

7. “You’re a jerk when you’re sick”- Sick MJ x Reader

8. Persistent fever- Sick reader x Scarlett

9. White coat syndrome

10. “The only place we’re going is to the pharmacy.”- Sick Wanda x reader

11. Beginner’s guide to faking sick- Sick Kate x Reader

12. Fuzzy socks

13. “I’m so sorry.”- Sick Reader x Kate

14. “I shouldn’t be worried about you, but for some reason I am.”- Wandanat x Reader (Sick Natasha)

15. Sick in an inconvenient place- Sick Hailee x reader

16. Consulting the internet

17. Magical remedy

18. “Wear your coat, you’ll catch a cold.”- Sick reader x Elizabeth

19. Curled up with a pet- Sick Kate x Reader

20. Cramping pain

21. “But if you stay, You’ll get sick too.”- Sick Florence x reader

22. Terms of endearment- Sick Yelena x Reader

23. Coughing fit- Sick Elizabeth x Reader

24. “Did you just sneeze?”- Sick Natasha x Reader

25. Confused/Disoriented- Sick Hailee x Reader

26. “I could really use a hug right about now.”- Sick Scarlett x Reader

27. Uncooperative patient- Sick MJ x Reader

28. “I should have stayed home.” Sick Hailee x Reader

29. Side effects- Sick reader x Yelena

30. Patient zero- Wandanat (Sick Nat)

Characters I will write for during this event:

Wandanat

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Yelena Belova

Kate Bishop

Michelle Jones

Scarlett Johansson

Elizabeth Olsen

Florence Pugh

Hailee Steinfeld

Taglist: @goldenempyrean @somber-sapphic @lots-of-pockets @daydreamerruby @natashamyl0ve @wandanats-goodgirl @mythixwonder

[aurora567]

Little Mouse Ch. 19

Warnings this fic will contain mature themes. Such as but not limited to teasing, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, very unhealthy relationships, some elements of non-con/rape, threesomes, drug use, breath play, voyeurism, branding, sex.

Summery: The hero's have perfect timing as they come to the rescue.

Word Count: 6342

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It seemed like the kid and Overhaul had some sort of past, though exactly what it was Rin did not know nor was she about to ask either of them about it. It wasn’t till his hand on her arm ripped her from her thoughts. She stumbled a little as she turned with Overhaul turning their backs on the blonde young man as Overhaul all so confidently said the kid was going to die down here. Oh how wrong he was. Rin would not be able to stand back and watch a kid die. She would step in before that happened but for right now she knew she couldn’t get between the two yet. After all at this moment Overhaul was not the biggest concern as her own balance felt a little off. Of course the sound of someone asking the blonde if he felt sloshed filled her ears. Ah it was a quirk she should have noticed as she gave her head a shake and steadied herself as she walked with Overhaul. Though the second she glanced back over her shoulders green eyes met vibrate dark blue eyes.

Ah so it seemed she would not be able to get away completely unnoticed, but with Overhaul's rough treatment it made it easy for her to look like a damsel in distress. She once again gave a tug at her arm trying to remove it from his grip but of course it did not budge. Though the sound of gun fire had her jump as she looked back to see yet another man wearing a long coat though this one was black compared to Chrono’s white one. But like the others he wore a full face mask that reminded her of the old plague masks. This was still such an odd thing, like why the bird masks around here? Still she couldn’t risk going back to help the young hero. As much as she felt it was unfair with the villains teaming up she still knew she needed to keep going with Eri. If she stopped now to help him there was no chance she would be able to get back to Eri, Overhaul would never let her close if he deemed her a traitor.

“You know I can walk on my own, you do not have to keep dragging me,” she growled as her arm was quickly growing sore from his tight grip.

“Can you?” He asked nearly sarcastically, or was it truly sarcasm he used? She honestly couldn’t tell as he glanced over at her and arched an eyebrow at her.

“Yes, now let go,” she growled as she walked with him. It almost looked like he wanted to argue with her over the matter that she couldn’t walk. But it seemed he decided differently which was good for them both as his fingers released their iron like grip on her arm. She happily stepped away a step allowing herself a little distance from the man as she continued to walk down the hall leaving two of Overhauls men to deal with the blonde. Which, whom she was silently hoping would win and catch up to them.

Maybe she didn’t need to hope too much as the blonde kid's voice carried down the hall along with the two villains taking an absolute beating. The kid was strong and he seemed to have an ironclad will as he even loudly announced that he was going to save Eri. With that Overhaul, Chrono and Rin stopped to turn back and see that both men were on the ground looking rather incapacitated as they lay sprawled out on the floor. And yet she had only caught a glimpse as the blonde kid disappeared into the floor. Well that was a very interesting quirk. It made sense that Chrono and Overhaul were the kids' prime targets. But before she could even try to put any distance between herself and Overhaul the blonde had already popped up behind them. His timing was nearly perfected. His fist glanced across Overhaul’s cheek every so slightly missing enough contact to do more than slightly break the skin. His right foot phased through Eri not harming her at all and then became solid in time to collide with Chrono’s. It was almost hard to believe that the kid was well, just that, still a kid but he had that much technique and training to perform such an advanced attack on two villain's.

In the blink of an eye this young blonde man had Overhaul and Chrono’s pushed back and had scooped up Eri all before she could hit the ground after Chrono’s let go of her. If Rin would have blinked at the wrong moment she would have missed the entire thing. With this Rin was quick to back away from Overhaul till the white wall touched her shoulder blades. She could hear Eri’s crying at the young hero to go back and that Overhaul was going to kill him. Eri, her kind soul, was worried for the poor young hero and Rin couldn’t blame the child for her fears. As those same fears were clawing at herself. Of course the blonde hero was quick to let Eri know he was never going to let her go again. So they did have some sort of history. Did Eri know the hero? Rin was still curious but now was clearly not the time as she stood back and watched the blonde kid hold tightly to Eri as Overhaul stood up.

Blotchy spots started to already appear across Overhaul’s face even before he turned to face the young hero. The look in Overhaul’s eyes was enough to keep her frozen against the wall. Then again what could she do? Who should she help? She was supposed to help Overhaul as it was part of the deal that Shigaraki and the Yakuza head had made. But she couldn’t in her right mind force Eri to go back with the man. And also Rin wasn't sure she could kill someone. Her own panic was setting in. The memories that filled her mind had her heart racing, her throat felt tight. Damn it now was not the time for a panic attack even as Overhaul and the young hero were starting to engage in battle it was all Rin could do to force air into her lungs. Her head was spinning and black dots were dancing across her vision threatening to take over.

It made it nearly impossible to tell what was going on around her even as the wall she had been leaning on for support suddenly shifted and changed from underneath her. Her years of training took over as her body did all it could to move away from the sudden spikes that came out of nowhere. But her state of panic had slowed her down, unable to dodge everything pain had erupted in her left side. She didn't even realize she had hit the ground and rolled a number of times before coming to a stop. But the pain had been helpful as her brain focused on that. The panic attack fading as she laid there panting for a moment not even realizing that Overhaul was aware he had hit her and informing the young blonde that it wasn't an issue if he hit any of his comrades as he could just put them back together again even if they wouldn't be exactly the same.

Her hands were shaking as she finally moved them after a moment or two. Feeling along her ribs she could tell they were all still in tack, nothing broken there. Though the feeling of hard stone instead of skin as she moved lower had her breath hitch. Glancing down she took in the sight of the tip of a spike that had proceeded to lodge itself into her side just above her left hip. Well that explained the pain she had felt, it wasn't a great sign as she took in the three inch circumference and could only guess how deep the spike had gone. Now her nursing side screamed at her to leave it. Never just pull out an object that has lodged itself into the body. Bleeding out was a very real risk. But she couldn’t just lay there in the middle of a battlefield, trying to even just roll over onto her back was nearly impossible without crying out in pain but still she knew she needed to be laying back when she removed the spike. Her breathing was becoming erratic. She knew she needed to remove it and seal the wound before shock had any more time to set in. Damn it Overhaul she was going to get him back for this, clearly friendly fire was now allowed and she had no issues repaying someone for this.

With shaking hands she grabbed onto the bit of the spike that proceeded to strike out of her body. Her hands were pale as she tightened her grip the best she could before swiftly ripping the unwanted material from her body. She couldn't even register her own scream before throwing the spike away. Praying nothing else remained in the hole she quickly started to focus on closing the blood vessels in the area before she could start to reconstruct the muscle and cells that had been damaged. It would not be perfect but she at least got the hole to stop bleeding. It wasn't perfect but now was not the time to focus on that as gun fire filled her ears once again. Picking herself up she spotted Chrono’s with a gun in hand firing at the young hero and Eri. She needed to help, do something as she watched the young hero engage with Chrono’s and Overhaul once again.

Eri! The blonde hero had left her. Forcing her legs to carry her Rin ran towards the girl. Her knees collided painfully with the ground as she threw herself over top of the small body wrapped up in the red cap from the young hero. But Eri’s eyes seemed glued on the blonde as the battle raged on.

“I’ve got you Eri, it's going to be okay,” Rin whispered softly to the young child even as her eyes filled with tears.

“No. Get away, it's not safe. I’m not safe,” Before Rin could even try to figure out what the young child had meant her attention was ripped away with the sound of a gun being loaded. At first it was aimed towards Overhaul and the hero but it didn't take more than a second before Rin and Eri’s found themselves facing down the barrel of the gun. There was no time to move as the gun fired, the noise was deafening as Rin could do nothing but hold tightly to Eri’s and wait for the pain. A hand on the back of Eri’s head pushed the girl's face against Rin’s chest as her body rotated trying to shield the small body beneath her. Green eyes slammed closed waiting for a pain that never came.

Blinking open her eyes she was greeted with the sight of the young blonde hero bent over both of them protecting the two girls. Blinking back her own tears she looked up at the young hero who was bent over and shifted to be on all fours beside them. Overhaul was going off on some sort of rant but she couldn't be bothered to listen. But there was no time to ask him if he was okay as her own eyes quickly moved to Overhaul the second he had moved into an attacking stance.

And it seemed she was not the only one to notice either as the kid was up and moving before she could even get a word out of her mouth. Get away. She needed to get away.

‘Eri hold onto me,'' She said softly as she wrapped her arms around the small child and quickly glanced around only to notice Overhaul had sealed off every exit. But that's fine she could just make her own. Running towards the closest wall that was away from the fighting she leaned one hand against it noticing that there was nothing but another hall on the other side of the wall. Perfect.

“Eri’s can you hold onto me. I need both my hands?” She asked softly glancing down at the girl as she nodded her head after a second though she had started to spew something about being left behind.

She could hear Overhaul yelling something at her though the sentence was cut short by a punch to the face from the hero who was fully focused on the fight unlike Overhaul who had for a second glanced at the two girls. Trying to ignore the fighting she shifted Eri to the most comfortable position possible before letting go allowing the child to cling to her before her hands both touched the wall and she watched as a door of stone formed before her. Good enough.

With an arm wrapping around Eri’s again to help keep her up, Rin proceeded to open the door even as she could hear the battle quickly growing closer as Overhaul had turned his attention to attacking Rin and Eri. About to run out of the room the door she had formed disappeared the wall once again was solid and even spikes had shot out forcing her to jump backwards unaware of the spikes behind her aimed for her and Eri. It was too late to avoid them or try to stop the blonde who had jumped in front of them taking the blunt of the attack. One spike drove into his leg; another seemed to have positioned itself between some ribs. She was surprised the kid was still on his feet as she was aware of what that pain felt like as her own injury seemed to flare up at the thought.

The kid had to be spent, his quirk gone. Blood was quickly soaking into his costume making it almost more red than white now. And yet he pulled himself off the spikes and was prepared to continue fighting even as Overhaul sent another attack. Though this time she was ready, nearly dropping Eri’s as the kid didn't expect the hands under her to let go, Rin had dropped to a knee pressing her hand to the floor and watching a wall of cement stop Overhauls attack as the sound of a neighboring wall breaking could be heard. Watching with wide eyes as more heroes filled the room, it seemed at last some reinforcements had arrived. Running her eyes along the blonde she took in his current condition. Not great, he needed to get some medical help soon. Reaching out to try and close his wounds she watched the kid flinch back.

“Stay still you're gonna bleed out,” She hissed as her hands reached out to touch his arm. It wasn't as good as touching the wound but she closed off any main blood vessels. He was still bleeding but now it had slowed to a slightly less life threatening level. His body was swaying and his breath was heavy as he seemed to struggle to remain on his feet.

“Who are you lady?” of course she should have expected to be questioned.

“Someone here against her will. But don’t worry about it right now,” She said before turning her attention to the newcomers she was greeted with somewhat familiar faces, Night Eye she recognized as a well known hero, Eraserhead was also a slightly recognizable face from the UA interviews after that issue with Shiggy stealing an UA kid. The small green kid also oddly looked familiar? Where had she seen him? He too, like the blonde looked to be nothing more than a child. Damn what were a couple of kids doing in a place like this? Rin did not enjoy seeing kids at such a big battle with such strong opponents. Were the hero’s trying to get these kids killed? That thought had her own blood boiling but now was not the time to think and worry about such things. She needed to come out of this battle alive and with Eri nothing else needed to matter.

Night Eye was quick to spot the trio as he rushed to the blonde’s side wrapping an arm around him to keep the kid from just toppling over. It wasn't hard to see the man shaking as he tried to comfort the blonde hero telling him to rest and that he was amazing. Though those eyes grew hard when they glanced up to meet Rin’s bright green eyes as she held Eri tightly to her. Her own long red hair was a wild mat, pebbles and debris was in her hair. Her shirt was torn and bloody with her own blood from the injury she had taken earlier. The hole still present to a minor degree above her hip. One look at her made it clear she had been unable to stay out of the fighting completely. Though she liked to think she was nothing more than an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire. She couldn't down right fight and disobey Overhaul even if she wanted to. But she in no way was going to help that man either.

Maybe the blonde could feel his mentor's hard gaze on the woman as he breathlessly answered an unasked question.

“She was being dragged out with Eri. Keep them safe,” was the whisper before the floor suddenly erupted in spikes once again. Damn it, could these pro’s not do their job quickly? She had already instinctually jumped before the feeling of a strong arm wrapping around her waist pulled her tightly towards Night Eye who held onto the blonde kid keeping him too from being stabbed by spikes again. She mumbled a thanks and not surprisingly she did not get an answer as they worked to avoid being hit by Overhaul’s attack. Landing away form the attack Rin was a bit surprised that Night Eye had been able to land easily with both her weight but also the blondes after all muscle was not light and the kid looked pretty ripped and really wasn't anything more than dead weight either as he required some assistance to even stay standing. If Overhaul’s attacks couldn't reach them she would have tried to tend to him but she couldn't hold Eri, dodge spikes and tend to an incredibly injured kid. And of course all the while Overhaul seems to be going crazy as he fused himself with one of his men allowing him to grow what looked like extra arms. Did his quirk really allow for him to do that? It was hard to believe and yet it was happening before her eyes.

And now with his body fused together and apparently healed he was ready to attack again as it seemed Overhaul wasted no time in coming for Eri. Blocking him was not going to be easy, and the arm still wrapped around her held only tighter to her. Pairing the arm around her with Eri in her hands she couldn't fight either. Then again she doubted anyone in the room other than Overhaul was aware she was even able to fight. Maybe sitting back was the best thing for now, would make it easier to slip away if the hero’s win if they don't expect her to be able to use her quirk in any tactical skill. Still it did not sit well with her watching the green haired kid taking on someone like Overhaul and apparently doing so alone as well.

At first she was a little worried about trying to get away from the pro hero, Night Eye could pose a problem though if she wasn’t careful. But maybe she was lucky or some odd deity was watching over her. But Night Eye was rather quick to hand the slumping young hero into her arms, forcing her to put down Eri and use all her body and strength to help keep the blonde on his feet. Though he was trying to stay up right it was clear his legs did not have the strength to hold him up any more.

“Here take Mirio and Eri and get out of here. There are a number of hero’s and police officers around. Any of them will help you if they see you. Get them up above ground,” was the order the older hero had given her. So with the blonde she now knew had the name Mirio slumped against her she grabbed Eri’s hand and started to sneak her way out.

“Just leave me behind,” and similar words were the complaints that came from the blonde kid.

“I do that and you’ll probably die here. Learn when your turn is done. Leave the rest to Night Eye and the kid. You have done your part, now keep breathing till we get out of here,” was the reply she growled at the blonde as he continued to complain and tell her to leave him behind and get Eri out of the place. Sure she could have moved faster had she not been carrying the blonde who was completely dead weight now his body unable to hold him up at all as Rin struggled to keep walking while carrying the kid. Fuck he was heavier than he looked.

It wasn’t till Eri hit the brakes, her small hand trying to pull out of Rin’s grip. That caused her to stop and glance down at the panic looking kid as her eyes grew wide. The next attempt was much stronger as the kid nearly threw herself away from Rin and the hero kid.

“Eri?” She questions before watching the kid start to cry and shake her head. Mumbles of ‘it’s my fault’ and ‘I gotta go back’ seemed to tumble from the small child.

“Hold on Eri. Nothing is your fault. Hold on,” she tried to call out to the kid but she still just shook her head and cried harder as she turned and started to run down the hall back from where they had come from. After all it was an easy path to follow as Mario had left a trail of blood behind him.

Well damn it! She couldn’t just drop the blonde and chase after the kid. But she didn’t expect Eri to just turn and run for it either. There was no way she could just drop the blonde and run after the kid. Ugh she was getting tired quickly of carrying the heavy hero. Unsure exactly which idea was the best she settled for dragging him back with her after Eri. Though their pace was even slower now than it had been while trying to leave. Mirio was barely still awake as he couldn’t even hold his head up any more.

“Damn it,” she hissed as she slowly tried not to drop him onto the floor. Eri would have to wait, she had to keep this kid from bleeding out. She may not have been a hero or nurse any more but still; she could not let someone die right in front of her.

“Hey kid. Mirio right? That’s what Night Eye called you. That’s your name right?” She asked, wanting to keep him talking and awake.

“Yeah. Mirio Togata,” he said softly, trying to pick his head up to look at the woman that was a few years older than himself.

“Do you know Sir?” The blonde asked. Maybe he was aware he needed to stay awake and was in turn also trying to keep the line of questions going.

“Not really, I’ve seen him in the Hosu hospital once,” fuck should she be giving away such information about herself? Eh the kid was surely in no shape to remember this conversation.

“You look young. A student intern or new sidekick?” She asked as her fingers delicately tried to inspect the hole in his torso first.

“Work study,” he said breathless as he flinched at the pain as she prodded the edge of the hole in his body. Though seconds later a soft warmth started to engulf the area of the wound.

“Ah that must be a large workload working for a hero like him while keeping up your class study’s at the same time,” she said the memories of her own work study years filling her mind as she worked slowly to try and repair as much of the damaged cells as she could. Stopping the bleeding was the biggest issue that needed to be addressed.

“You sound like you're aware of how hero courses work,” he said once again, making her curse at herself. Why the hell was she telling this stranger so much about herself? About her past. About a part of her that she had not talked about in years. Maybe it was a sign she really should have talked to a specialist when she was younger.

“I was a sidekick for a while when I was around your age. Found out being a hero really wasn’t meant for me. Someone should have taught me that in middle school before I worked my butt off in a second rate hero school,” she gave a dry chuckle at the dry comment that someone should have taught her how horrible it was to be a hero before she worked for years and graduated with a hero license. Those blue eyes seemed surprised to hear her give up such personal information.

“Okay that should be enough for that hole,” she mumbled before turning her attention from the now somewhat closed hole in the kid's torso and turned to his thigh. Still her mouth seemed to refuse to be quiet about a part of her past she had tried so hard to forget. “The hero I interned with and eventually signed a contract with died while we were taking on a villain. A hit meant for me didn’t hit its intended target, there had been nothing I could do. I couldn’t stop the bleeding at the time. I was a stupid kid.”

Her fingers froze from inspecting the wound as she struggled with the fuzziness that started to take over her vision as she blinked back tears before she was able to continue both with her work and her little short story of her life.

“I couldn’t do hero work after that. My emotional damage was too great apparently. So instead I still wanted to help people. So I went into medicine instead. I’m just a nurse but still it seemed better than anything else I could think of to do with my life at the time,” she said watching the hole in his leg as it slowly started to stop bleeding as well as she repaired cells and worked to stop the bleeding as best she could in her quickly growing tired state.

“Not all hero’s wear capes,” was the comment from the blonde. Was he trying to make her feel better? Or was this a joke? Either way she gave a soft half hearted laugh.

“Coming from the kid who wears a cape and gave Overhaul a lecture on them, that's almost funny,” she said as she took a moment to pause in her work, taking a few deep breaths as her head suddenly felt light and dizzy. Taking the second she listened to the laboured breathing of the blonde. Still it was heavy but at least it didn’t sound nearly as fast.

“Thinking of Chisaki. Why are you here?” Was the question she had really hoped to avoid.

“Don’t know I’ve only been here for like three days. I was told he needed a babysitter. I was not told anything more,” she said simply keeping the fact that she was here for Shigaraki or the league's sake. She did not need to openly admit she has ties to the LOV. And it seemed the answer was good enough for the kid as his head ever so softly nodded.

“How are you feeling? Asside from the odd scratch I think I have everything major tended to. But still you really need to get to a hospital,” she said, trying to reach over and hoist him up but this time her body refused to work. Her legs shook as she tried to push the two of them up. It was no use, she used her quirk too much, it had stressed her body too much to be able to carry twice her own weight.

“Leave me, go back and get Eri,” he said simply even though he couldn’t stand on his own or with her help currently.

“I can’t just leave you here,” she said trying to argue with him but the hard look he gave her had her pause.

“I’ll be okay. You stopped me from bleeding to death. Eri is in need of your help a lot more than I am,” he said as he slumped against the wall.

“Fine, but if you die I’ll kick your ass for it when I die,” she growled at him before pushing herself to her feet. Her legs were shaky but held her up well enough. Moving as fast as she could she returned to the big main room where all the fighting had been going on. At this point the green haired kid and Overhaul were fighting it out with Eri between them. A quick glance around revealed Night Eye appeared badly hurt. But she couldn’t focus on that as the ceiling caved in. A quick glance around and she spotted two familiar faces waving at her. About Damn time she spotted those two again.

Getting up to them on the street above proved to be a little tricky as she once again had to use her quirk making herself a small little stairway up leaving the hero’s to sit in the sink hole in the ground.

“Geez where the hell have you two been?” She asked as she pulled herself up over the edge of cement that held up her weight as she laid there panting for a second as she listened to the fighting that was going on.

“So much blood. She’s dead,” of course it was twice who actually proved to care a little.

“Most of it is not mine. Unlucky for you I’m still alive,” she said as she turned her gaze over to the man standing beside her as she reached out her hand to ask for a helping hand up.

“Dabi is not going to be happy,” Toga said, taking in her appearance.

“Dabi is never happy. He can suck it,” she hissed softly as Twice helped her to her feet as they watched her sway softly.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here before cops swarm us,” she said quickly started to walk away with both villain's hot on her heels as they took off after her.

“Who has a phone? And don’t try to tell me you don’t. I know Shigaraki would stay in contact with at least one of you two. Now hand over the phone before I start frisking you,” she said looking between the two as Twice took up her rights side and Toga the left.

“Geez you're grumpy. Mmm baby frisk me,” was the reply from twice as he handed over a cheap ass flip phone. Boy how did someone get their hands on that relic?

Snagging the phone from Twice's hands she said nothing more as the group was walking down the sidewalk getting further from the fighting as it seemed to be now sky born with green lightning flying around a massive creature in the sky. Finding only one number in the phone she hid the redial button and listened to it ring a few times before a familiar scratchy voice growled at her.

“Twice this better be important you have a mission to be working,” why was it that hearing Shiggy’s voice soothed her as much as it did?

“I need a favour Shigaraki,” she said, letting her voice sink in as the line went silent as Shigaraki realized who was on the phone.

“What is it?” Wow she expected a lot of backlash but after a second that was the greeting her request got from the man child.

“Overhaul is surely being arrested at this very moment. He caused me a great deal of physical pain. I want it returned in full payment. He’s getting his ass kicked. He will be loaded up and taken to a hospital to receive medical care before going to jail. He will have the least amount of security between here and the closest hospital that is equipped to deal with villain's. Let him live, but I want him to suffer,” she growled into the phone as she felt her grip tighten around the device as venom dropped from every word she spoke.

“That’s it? Hurt him?” Shigaraki asked as if he was unsure he had heard correctly from the soft and mild woman who weeks ago had told him she refused to kill people and was now asking the man to go and hurt someone. This was rather interesting, and with Dabi chomping at the bit around the warehouse this would surely help that sour mood of his.

“Fine. But do not think you can go around giving me orders,” he growled back at her as if he didn’t actually love the request she had put in for him.

“Thanks Shigaraki. I will owe you for this,” she said before hanging up the phone. In the next second her foot stumbled and she nearly crumpled onto the cement. She would have if two pair of hands had not grabbed at her helping her to remain on her feet.

“Thanks Twice, Toga,” she said softly as she leaned into the two bodies as they helped her along down the block and away from the dangers of being arrested.

“It’s no problem, this is what friends do,” was the reply Toga gave her as they walked. Hmm it was odd not to be surprised or repulsed by Toga’s words. Friends. Was she really their friend? We’re they her friends?

“You look rough, you look like you got the shit beat out of you,” said Twice as he looked over at the red headed woman he was helping to walk.

“I’ve seen better days. You guys look like you didn’t escape completely unscathed either,” she said, those soft green eyes glancing back and forth between the two taking in their own roughed up appearance. Even though it was clear she was more injured than they were.

“We will be fine. Oh Rin, did you see Izuku? He is so amazing,” huh who was that?

“Who?” She couldn’t help but ask with an arch of an eyebrow at the younger girl.

“Izuku Midoriya. He’s the young green haired hero who was fighting Overhaul,” Rin watched the blonde's face flush, her tongue nearly rolling out of her mouth. Weird! But, well this was Toga after all. At least her crush seemed her own age.

“Oh him. I really didn’t get a chance to see him during the fighting,” she mumbled before Toga went on a little rambling rampage about how awesome he was as the two made it to a safe place to hide out and wait for Kurogiri to come get them. Rin didn’t complain as she found herself slumping up against a wall with exhaustion taking over as she found her eyelids too heavy to keep open any longer.

With Toga and Twice watching over her she didn’t bother fighting her body’s demand for sleep as she quickly drifted off as she sat on the ground her back leaned against a wall in an abandoned building. Toga was beside her leaning into her side gently helping to keep Rin’s relaxed sleeping body from just tumbling right over onto the ground.

“Dabi’s not going to be happy when he sees what shape she’s in. He already went on a temper tantrum rampage. Wonder who he’s gonna burn to ashes this time. Burn the world down,” Twice said, actually sounding a little concerned as he stood over the two women who sat cuddled together on the ground.

“I don’t know but maybe if we are lucky her being back will mellow out that temper of his,” Toga said as she gently tried to run her fingers through Rin’s long hair but it was far too knotted to be able to do so without risk of waking the sleeping woman.

They left the woman to sleep away her exhaustion even as a portal opened and the two were about to wake her before Dabi walked through the portal. His hard blue eyes were very quick to land on the woman’s sleeping form before he swiftly walked over towards her.

“Don’t wake her. Just get your asses through that damn portal,” he barked quietly at the two idiots before he bent down gently slipping his arms under her knees and along her back before effortlessly picking up the sleeping body. It was an odd display watching the grumpy man handle the woman as if she was some delicate little flower in his hand. Of course before either had a chance to say anything he turned on them snapping a simple, ‘hurry the fuck up.”

Not wanting to argue with him after the mood he had been in lately the two quickly jumped into the portal simply trusting that it led to somewhere safe with the rest of the league, which it did. A full second later Dabi was making his way towards the portal the woman in his arms held tightly to his chest.

“I’m glad your back,” were the barely audible words he whispered to the sleeping body before he too stepped into the portal and back to the warehouse they had been calling home lately.

Next Chapter

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Inspired by @thestuffedalligator 's wonderful post: please enjoy the first installment of the Weird and Wonderfuls Ward: Sleeping Beauty Syndrome!

(I don't know if there will ever be any other installments, but this concept grasped me like a rattlesnake and wouldn't let go. No, I've never been grasped by a rattlesnake so I don't actually know what that's like. I feel like I'm only beginning to get to the interesting bits, but I have a low-key migraine and I decided the better part of valour is avoiding being on my computer when I have a migraine.)

“Hi!” the girl in front of Larissa said brightly. “You’re our new intern? Welcome to the Weird and Wonderfuls Ward!”

Larissa blinked. “Uh – I was expecting ward 4?”

“That’s us!” she said. “We just call it that. You know, it takes a lot to be managing some of this stuff, so it’s better to be cheerful about it! I’m the fellow here, we do have a consultant but he’s in and out so mostly it’ll be just you and me. Marie. Where have you come from?”

Larissa seized on the last question with the grasp of a drowning man.

“Just been on general surgery. It was my first run, so medicine is all brand new! Hoping it’ll be a bit of a change of pace.”

Marie squinted. “That’s optimistic? Dr Faustus should be in this morning, so we’ll see. Good luck? Probably best to grab the notes now, he moves pretty fast.”

“Ah – yes!” Larissa gulped. “Where are they?” She looked around. This wasn’t at all like the previous wards she’d worked on. For a start, she’d had to come underground to get here, which was the first time she thought she might have taken a wrong turning. She’d been expecting the tunnel to pop back up to the surface, but it had merely kept going down until she felt like she might be in some kind of wartime bunker. For some reason, there were still windows in some of the walls, but they looked out on excavated earth around 10cm from the glass, which did nothing to help her discomfort. This room appeared to be the nurses station, and it did have the classic whiteboard bearing patient details, but beside each name was a collection of sigils that bore no resemblance to the terms she’d learned in medical school.

At the back of the room she located a stack of binders. The first one had a name on the front, and she flipped open to reveal the first page. Yes, that was their ID details, and it looked like there were clinical notes behind her. Upstairs they had moved to computers, but the hospital she’d trained at had paper notes, and this looked sufficiently familiar to work with. She went to close the notes, but stopped as something caught her eye. Why was there a space for “species” on the registration form? And what the hell was a trow?

A door slammed behind her, and Larissa turned with a squeak. A dark-haired man had entered the room, his face narrow and tapering to a pointed chin with a small tuft of black beard. He wore a pair of tiny round glasses perched on his aquiline nose, and a long dark gown in place of her white coat.

“Ah, fresh meat,” he said, and held out a hand with an unpleasant smile. “Dr Faustus.”

Larissa concentrated on keeping poise, but her hand still trembled as she held it out to shake. “Larissa. I believe I’m your new house officer?” Her voice cracked on the question. “Marie was just – introducing me to the ward?”

He nodded curtly. “Hand me your pager,” he said.

Larissa slipped it from her belt and passed it over, confused. Dr Faustus passed his hand over it in a complicated motion, then handed it back. “There you are. That should be more useful now.” He turned and walked out the door without further comment. Larissa blinked after him stupidly. It wasn’t until Marie hissed “Ward round!” that Larissa gathered herself and the teetering stack of patient notes – seriously, computer was much more convenient – and followed him out the door.

The ward round was an uncomfortable flashback to her first day as a surgical house officer, straight from medical school. With a stack of a dozen folders to sort, it often took her several minutes to find the correct patient, by which point Dr Faustus was walking out of the patient cubicle and expected her to be ready to see the next. She tried to at least write down the diagnosis, but that was a flurry of half-understood words in itself – “bog-standard lycanthropy,” he said at one, “full moon’s tomorrow so just make sure he’s somewhere safe,” and then the next was “that’s a simple curse, just send down the curse-breakers and they’ll have her on her feet in no time.” The only case she recognised was the second to last. Dr Faustus stoped in front of the patient and talked for a minute, then turned to the nurse manager in disgust.

“This one’s just Lyme disease. Why is she here? Get her back upstairs.”

The patient behind him tried to say something, but she was cut off by his protests, as was the nurse manager.

“Not everything weird is us, you know. This isn’t supernatural at all. Those general physicians, trying to get out of their responsibilities. I don’t want to see her here when I come back.”

Marie poked Larissa quietly. “That’s you, you know. You’ll have to call upstairs to make it happen.”

At the end of the ward round, Dr Faustus stalked away upstairs, and Larissa sat down with relief. She still had no idea what was happening, but at least she had a moment to figure it out. Her list of jobs was intense – beginning with “write down nine tenths of the ward round notes” and leading through such gems as “figure out who the curse-breakers are” and “where do we find a silver pentangle” to “try and persuade the physicians they want to listen to a lowly house officer about taking over a patient,” but she’d done this before, she reminded herself. It wasn’t like the surgeons hadn’t made her work above her pay grade at times.

Marie disappeared at some point while Larissa was still sorting out the notes. She hunted around the ward for a bit, and eventually managed to find a nurse who might be able to help her figure out what was going on.

The nurse was called Joseph. He was a slightly-built younger man, wearing the standard hospital nursing uniform, apart from one thing: he had no shoes. Instead, his legs protruding from the sensible polyester trousers ended in goats hooves. They made a faint clopping sound as he walked, like the finer grade of court heels that Larissa had long-since decided to avoid in the echoing hospital corridors.

He ran over her list with a practiced eye. “Curse-breaker’s easy – they’ll be here for MDT anyway in an hour – ah yes, I’ll show you were we keep the silver items. That werewolf’s just staying till the full moon and then going home? Ok, we’ll pop him down the end, there’s a single room he should enjoy in the daytime, and it’s not like the moonlight gets down here. Best part of the location. You’ll have to figure out the physicians yourself, I’m afraid, I try not to go upstairs. It’s a whole hassle putting the concealment spells on my feet.”

By mid-morning, Larissa had moved the patient with Lyme disease upstairs – her one triumph, in that it was the only thing she managed to achieve on her own – and had found the silver gear. Marie eventually returned, and she managed to corner her to show her what to actually do with it – “they don’t teach this any more in medical school?” and they took it down to that patient, who was screaming in pain. The touch of the silver left a faint burn mark – although it was neither hot nor cold – but the pain left her, and Marie pronounced her cured. Or rather, exorcised. Larissa completed her discharge paperwork, and was just starting to feel on top of things when her pager rang.

It took her a moment to realise it was the pager. Whatever Dr Faustus had done to it, it wasn’t beeping in the usual way; instead, a squeaky voice said “Emergency! Emergency! Your presence required! Emergency!” and then was interrupted by Dr Faustus himself.

“Incoming patients in ED. Spell gone wrong - looks like a sleeping beauty situation. There’s at least ten victims in transit at the moment, likely there's more we can't find yet. All hands needed in ED.”

Larissa looked down at her list. It was starting to look more manageable than it had, but she had been counting on having the rest of the day to get all her paperwork done (even the weird and wonderfuls ward had paperwork), and being on call hadn't entered her radar. She hadn't seen any other doctors down here, though, so maybe it was just the one team. She gulped. What a thought.

Marie started running for ED, and Larissa followed her. It took a while to get there - up and up through the subterranean corridors, and when they rose to ground level they were still on the far side of the hospital - dodging around elderly ladies on walkers and young kids in moonboots, as well as the hordes of doctors going around their own ward rounds upstairs. Marie glimpsed her old surgical team, new intern in tow, but didn't stop the helter-skelter run through the corridors. She sped up next to Marie.

"What's the hurry? What does sleeping beauty mean?"

"Sleeping - beauty," Marie huffed, "patients not - technically - alive. No pulse - not breathing for themselves. One person breathing for them all - if they stop breathing - everyone dies."

Larissa swallowed. "And do they stop breathing?"

“Don’t – know” Marie said. “I’ve only seen a source once. Usually we just see the blast radius.”

“What do you do then?” Larissa asked, then corrected herself. “We. What do we do?”

“If we can – get them breathing – we can get them stable enough to break it. Usually. It’s not an easy one to break.”

They arrived at ED, and Marie led Larissa to the side. There was a curtain there that Larissa had never glanced twice at, and Marie led her behind it. In front of them was a whole second department. It had the same clear-glass cubicles with the same flimsy privacy curtains, and the same air of barely-contained chaos. The similarities ended there. Half the staff were dressed in long robes instead of scrubs, and candles and incense burned around each of the monitors in the staff workstation. She could see more of the sigils from below, and actually recognised a silver pentangle that was a larger counterpart of the one Marie had shown her downstairs. In one corner, a tired-looking paramedic was wheeling in a patient on a stretcher. Even from here she could see that they were uncomfortably blue-tinged, and their chest was rising in a forced, stilted manner, as if they were on a ventilator, even though there was no machine anywhere near their mouth.

[horrorsummerromance]

I feel like these past four episodes, vegaspete absolutely stole the scene?? I know they're supposed to be a side couple but god GODDDDD, they were AMAZING, their story is so captivating and layered and!!!!!!! I also feel like BibleBuild just???????????? Killed it. Everything, to their body language, chemistry, micro expressions, voices... Idk if it's me just being insane about them or if anyone else agrees but I'd definitely watch a whole series solely about them 😭😭😭😭 (love kp and mileapo were amazing as well but I can't help it)

hiiiii anon!!!

yeah ... i .... yeah.

see vegaspete really do remind me of teamwin. they both just give off the same kinda energy to me (no wonder they both are my fave fave fave tv show couples).

like yeah some people will say its SCS (second/side couple syndrome) and all that comes with it - the ambiguity, the way you can produce more meta for them bc there's space and room and freedom to do so outside of what's canon/on the show.

and i get that. but for me, for both teamwin and vegaspete, its just ... its more than that.

there's some Real Trauma Unpacking with both couples. from very early on in the show, you could See there's chemistry and spice and trauma and a heaviness there. and then the show decides to not give you them for a while. and then as the audience, you're left wondering and waiting and Yearning for them to kick in again.

and that was the case. yes. but with both teamwin and vegaspete, i was never ever ever ever worried about time running out or it feeling too rushed. which has been the case sooooo many times with other side/second couples. no. with them, everything kicked towards the back end of the show, which made it so intense.

and, moreso for vegaspete than teamwin, since this ask is about vegaspete, it worked. it HAD to be that way.

vegaspete HAD to be shown at the end. bc otherwise it wouldnt have hit as intensely as it was supposed to had it been drawn out across the whole show from the start. from ep 10 to ep 14, the pacing of vegaspete was so measured and yet so quick and fast but also given time and space to grow and fester and breathe. and it took you from one high to another and then it KICKED YOU TO THE GROUND and then took you high again.

of course, acting and chemistry play a huuuuuuge part in it, and biblebuild GOT it. absolutely every element of it. what also helps is the aesthetics and cinematography with them too. the reds, blues, greens, purples, yellows, black and white outfits, religious imagery etc.

it does also help in the fact that vegaspete are so Obviously Fucked Up and its not even denied or hidden. so they could REALLY go places and go as far as they wanted to with them, bc it was made clear from the start that they are fucked up!!! thats their nature!!!! its just a matter of seeing HOW fucked up they are, and we totally got to see that.

another thing is how BOTH characters got their own focus as indiviuals. you got a backstory with both. we could get our hands super dirty by being given the chance to dig and dig and dig and SEE who both these characters and what their psyche are, when you take away the meat and flesh, and strip them down to their skeleton. and you saw them BOTH go through it individually, whilst being apart from one another, which makes their coming together even more sweeter.

and in the end, you get to see them get what they deserve. it isnt sugar coated or glossed over. no they had it UGLY. you feel the catharsis of pete beating vegas up bloody and of vegas breaking down in pete's arms as pete talks him out of comitting suicide and pete's RAGE at killing anyone who hurts vegas and vegas being absolutely stripped naked and bare with nothing left to show for who he was previously. and you feel the elation of seeing them choose one another when they are their most honest selves and versions, devote to one another despite EVERYTHING, and see them get a chance to have their shot at happiness with macau. their is a resolution that leaves you satisfied based on everything theyve been through to get to this point here. and it feels DESERVED. rightfully deserved.

[onyxmilk]

I saw some of your match up posts and I'm so curious (and exciting, too) about it. So I would like to ask for a sfw and nfsw HSR match up.

My pronoun is she/her. I'm a bi so I'm fine with whoever you'll choose for me!

I'm an INFJ with Scorpio sun. I would say I'm an old soul with a carefree, sometime childlike, personality. Let me make it clear.~ I enjoy philosophical topics and deep conservation. And history and historical things always get my attention. I'm always attracted to vintage or academic things and activities like museum, classical literature and music, languages studying... Even my fashion style get affected by my academic aesthetic obsession. But I know how to make a good joke and enjoy my time, too. When I'm surrounded by my familiars, I can get childish and clingy. That's how I show my trust, by putting down my hyper-independent mask and letting myself get vulnerable around them. Towards strangers, I can be seen as aloof and quiet. And it needs many many and maaaaany effort for me to warm up to anybody.

I'm quite competitive, at least in academic field. Maybe it's the post-gifted-kid syndrome, lol. When I set my eyes on something, I will neglect everything to achieve my goal. So you can assume that my health is not always in good shape (the truth is I get sick often, haiz). But that doesn't mean I don't know when I should stop. Instead, I'm proud to say I know how to keep myself in check when my competitive tendency could do bad things to other people. Normally, I'm type of people to just go with the flow. Some of my friends may say I'm a softie if the problem doesn't bother me too much to make me feel annoyed. And when I'm annoyed, that's a different story. Safe to say I can make a grown-up man cry with my words. You don't have to always use violence to solve things.

I think I have talents in learning languages. I can speak 3 languages and currently I'm learning another one. Yet, my major is business administration. You know, economy major is always a safe choice.

I'm quite short. But I think 155cm is an average height for an Asian so never mind. I have long black hair (oh I loooove long hairs in general, including my hair too, safe to say I love playing with my friends' hairs dguahuihhwh), dark brow eyes and soft feature with plump lips (my favorite features~) and a beauty mark on my right chin, right under my mouth (yes my favorite features again hehe). But my friends prefer my round full cheeks or my doe eyes (hm, and I think my eyes are rather sad, not doe-eyes much).

I adore cute and girly (?) things. Like flowers, small animals, moon, rain, autumn, soft color like pink or lilac... My fashion style mixes with feminine, classic and academia style. In conclusion, you can imagine some long black skirts, long dresses with flowers patterns and laces, white blouses, trench coats, a pair of marry janes...

My hobbies includes reading, journaling and just sleeping. My love languages are physical touch, quality time and acts of service. I prefer calm, collected, mature and gentle people and genders don't matter with me (if it helps).

I apologize in advance if I overdo it. But I believe the more details, the easier for you to finish my request! Have a great day or night and remember to take care of yourself.~

AHHH!! thank u for all the deets, and i'm glad ur excited!! :D, nsfw under the cut! minors/ageless blogs dni!!

HONKAI: STAR RAIL ; JING YUAN

SONG; Always Forever - Cults

sfw;

Jing Yuan loves to listen to you ramble about the history of.. anything! Even stuff that he has deemed irrelevant, he will listen to you talk about it's history because you love to.

He admires the fact you can journal, because personally he could never do that since he sits in his office and fights sleep to do paper work.

He loves being able to fall asleep with you in his arms, even after a long day or during his lunch break, he's happy to see you're free too and the two of you can take a nap.

He absolutely loves your sense of fashion and finds that it compliments your personality quite well.

He feels beyond lucky to have scored such a wonderful woman, falling in love with you over and over again each day.

nsfw;

Jing is a lazy but rough lover, often leaving marks on your skin that he expresses his desire for you not to cover up if you could help it.

He absolutely will have you seeing stars and white while he fucks you roughly, even on the nights he's not feeling particularly energized.

He'll use to the ribbon in his hair to tie you up, either it be to the bed or keeping your hands behind your back.

He seems to enjoy missionary position the most? Probably because its simple, and he can see your reaction as his cock abuses your the walls of your pussy.

He can't keep his mouth to himself, either it be on your neck, shoulder, or breasts, he will have it in his mouth and he will be marking you up.

[mtnkat3]

Diabetes. Health. Stress. Info.

10.16am.

Ok. This is for the world & some diabetes education so bare with me please.

& if I sound frustrated & cranky, sorry.

But it's not as simple as people think it is. I've been told by people for years well just stop eating sugar/y foods.. right?

WRONG.

I'm gonna try to give some science too.

First, all food is kcalories.

That means food is converted to energy.

The energy for the brain is glucose.

That is the end result of all foods.

Another. There is no way to stop eating so there is no "12 step program" for food.

Before I had to switch to limit basic cable I still had TLC channel. Sigh. Gr.

And they have a series of shows "my 600# life."

Fact: those people were ~+90% sedentary. And ate ~+10,000 calories a day.

I mean buckets of chicken, etc.

《It is possible to barely eat a 2,000 calorie diet & be diabetic.》

I live this way.

I have dealt with doctors who think endocrinology is completely black & white.

IT IS NOT.

Oh your thyroid numbers are normal on the labwork, so therefore you have no problem. You just eat too much.

NOT.

It's actually.

I don't eat enough.

& too much stress.

Yes. Sigh. My situation.

It is toxic. to my health.

Literally.

I am predisposed to "type 2 diabetes "

[The nomenclature needs change. It is not juvenile vs adult. Heck, I think I read something about a totally different kind of diabetes that no doctor talks about. Damn zebras.]

Anyways!

I am predisposed because I have P.C.O.S.

Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome.

& before the doctors & nurses & such trip...

I was diagnosed at 19yo.

9 vials of blood.

Internal ultrasound.

[Ladies, that probe sucks don't it!]

Yes, I've had doctors suspicious of my diagnosis.

Until I told them that.

I am very careful of self diagnosis.

I will research things, sure. But then I will talk to a physician about it.

[That was when I had one that would would listen. Sigh. Retiring because of the economy. Sigh.]

Ok. Here's an example of what can happen.

I will have a meal that is balanced, yummy & nutritious.

I will have a good b.s. reading.

The next day, I can have the same exact meal, even all I eat, & my b.s. go thru the roof!

There is more to the dynamics than just what you bend your elbows to put into your mouth.

It's also sleep, diet, exercise, & stress.

Yes! It. Is!

When I went to Florida, my blood sugar levels were 300-400+!

Stress & sun poisoning.

[Sun burn deeper than the first layer of skin. 2, 3, 4.. getting into the fascia.

When skin bubbles from a sun burn it's 2-4, & it's a real "burn" to the skin & is dangerous.

I had bubbles/blisters/oozing on my left great toe, & the back of my shoulder. Heck I still have that "suntan lines."

I told my endocrinologist what happened at the next appt & the naproxen sodium protocol I'd used in the past for sun poisoning.

[Cool compresses, elevated just like R.I.C.E. for sprains, fluids & 3 aleve every 8-12 hours.]

I was extremely worried because of my issues with my liver & kidneys.

But they said I did the right thing & not surprised my numbers were so high.

Now.

For those who maybe don't know...

DIABETES IS A CHRONIC, LIFE ALTERING, LIFE THREATENING CONDITION.

I have known people to have toes amputated, blindness, need organ transplants,

& yes I have known people who died from diabetes.

Why is that?

TOO MUCH SUGAR IN THR BLOOD STREAM FOR PROTRACTED LENGTHS OF TIME CAUSE NEUROPATHY.

THAT MEANS THE TINY BLOOD VESSELS IN THR FINGERS & TOES, BEING THR FARTHEST FROM THE HEART, DIE OFF FIRST.

THE REASON DIABETICS NEED ANNUAL VISION CHECKS IS BECAUSE OF THIS TOO.

TINY BLOOD VESSELS.

EVERY CONDITION OF THE BODY IS AFFECTED BY DIABETES.

Heart

Lungs

Eyes

Liver

Kidneys

Reproductive

Etc.

THERE IS NO SYSTEM NOT AFFECTED BECAUSE THE SUGAR/FUEL GOES TO THE ENTIRE BODY.

This is why exercise is systemic, & not spot.

Fuel is for the entire system, not just 1 spot.

Ok. Let's see, maybe think of sugar like cholesterol & plaque build up.

Or..

A food that coat's rather than run off.

Hm.

Hersey chocolate syrup

Or pasta sauce.

They coat the food they are meant for, & don't just run off of them.

Well that is exactly what cholesterol build up is.

So too does sugar.

Now.

That is what causes high blood pressure.

There's too much stuff in the veins & vessels that don't belong.

Just like .....

There can only be so many cars in a race that can be beside each other without forming a clogged condition.

Anyways, it's possible to be diabetic without eating ... so much food.

It's just how my body is feeling with the stress.

Not well.

And I refuse to add more & more pharmaceutical products to my body.

Heck, I think they only add to the problem, rather than help with the solution.

And.. my body shows it doesn't like them by having bad reactions. Everything from antibiotics to SGLT-2 to insulin.

My body says it will take old school but even that I know isn't good.

Why I believe in things that God made.

Hibiscus, cinnamon, berberine, fish oil, garlic, olive oil. Probiotics.

Body, heal thyself self.

My body is ready.

To chuck every pharmaceutical product I deal with.

Detoxification.

Of everything.

Then we shall see how I heal.

This I pray for daily.

Anyways. Might be a bit disjointed. Ahem. Interruptions. But I think I hit most of the points I was thinking of.

Blushing beet red.

If anyone wishes to discuss, please do so.

But as my bio states.

No douchebaggery.

I don't feel like it & I'll knock a block off.

Anyways.

My loves..... I just needed to talk about this a bit.

Hopefully people will be curious & read more about this.

Blushing shrug shyly.

Bad morning. Sigh.

I am Yours . . . . .

~Tijgeress kat Phoenix.

✝️☸⚓🙇‍♀️🙏🤲👣🌟🗝💝♾🧭🕯

Tu.1.31.2023 11.33am.est. diary. .37

[gaydelusionaltrash]

Printessa (dark!Wanda x reader)

Tw// Kidnapping, death, gore, gaslighting, suicidal thoughts, Stockholm syndrome

Hunching your shoulders, you joined the crowd of people getting off the ship. Drops of rain stung your head and neck. Your hands, wrapped in insubstantial gloves, were clammy and wet with rain. Reaching the quay, you looked around eagerly, searching for any sign of James. It had been nearly two weeks since you'd spoken to a soul, having kept almost entirely to yourself on board the ship. You couldn't wait to have your brother to talk to again.

He wasn't there. The piles of luggage, large crates, boxes, and even piles of fruit lined the dock. People ran past you, screaming in French and trying to cram into the train station to get out of the rain. You tried your best to keep out of the way as you searched. James was nowhere to be seen. 

"Miss y/l/n," the voice was deep and heavy with accent. The man moved to stand in front of you. He was tall, too tall for the top hat that sat elegantly on his head, rainwater collected in its brim. His large black coat swished at his feet. His face was oddly rectangular, he almost didn't look human when you combined that with his piercing eyes. They seemed to shine silver. You fought the urge to cringe away from him. He knew your name, maybe he knew your brother as well. 

"Yes?" you answer tentatively. 

"Your brother sent me. Come with me." 

"Where is he?" You asked, running to keep up with the man. He didn't answer. Just wound through the crowd with purposeful speed. He turned suddenly around a large pile of boxes, then crashed to a halt in front of a large black car. 

The door opened and a woman stepped out. Her reddish-brown hair framed her face. 

"Y/n Y/l/n?" She asked, although she already knew the answer. 

You nodded. The tall man helped the woman out of the car with the same speed and precision he had when he lead you to her. She popped an umbrella and handed it to the man, then turned to you. 

"What a delight to make your acquaintance at last. I'm Wanda, your brother sent me to accompany you to London. It's quite a long ride to make alone." 

You clutched your damp coat tighter around yourself. 

"I don't understand. Where's Bucky, erm James? Why didn't he come himself?" Wanda smiled at you kindly, 

"He got caught up at work, but he sent a note ahead for you." Wanda held out a piece of folded paper, already damp from the rain. You took it and scanned it. It was his handwriting, no doubt about it. He apologized for not being able to be there himself but gave his highest regards to Wanda, stating he trusted her to bring you to his house in London. 

You swallowed hard and slipped the note into your pocket, turning to the older woman. 

"Okay. Shall we get the porter to fetch my bag?" 

"It's all taken care of, dove." She snapped her fingers at the tall man, who swung himself into the driver's seat.

"Come now, let's get you out of the rain." Wanda helped you into the car, then gracefully got in behind you. 

"Settle in, Y/n, we've got a long ride ahead of us." 

SIX WEEKS LATER 

"Wanda would like to see you in her chambers Miss y/l/n." You set down the book you had been reading on the bedside table and turned, seeing the servant girl standing in the door, just as she did every day, always delivering the same message. In a moment you would ask her to wait in the corridor, and she would leave the room. Ten minutes later she’d return and say the same thing again. If you didn’t come obediently after that, the maid would grab you and drag you, kicking and screaming, down the stairs to the hot, stinking room where Wanda waited.

It had happened every day of the first week that you had been at the dark house, as you had come to call the place you were prisoner until eventually, you had realized that the screaming and kicking didn’t do much good. It just wasted your energy. Energy that was probably better saved for other things.

“One moment,” you said. The maid bobbed an awkward curtsy and went out of the room, shutting the door behind her. You rose to your feet, glancing around the small room that had been your prison cell for the last six weeks. It was small with cream coloured walls and it was sparsely decorated. A small nightstand with a lamp, the narrow brass bed where you slept, the windowsill where you kept your books- Wanda had realized you liked to read and began rewarding you with your favourites- and card table covered by a lace white cloth where you ate your meals. It had a small bathroom with only a toilet and a sink adorned with a small mirror. 

You smoothed down your hair. Wanda preferred you not to look messy, but besides that, she seemed to enjoy your appearance no matter what you did, lucky for you since the sight of your reflection made you wince. There was the pale oval of your face dominated by hollow eyes—a shadowed face without colour in its cheeks or hope in its expression. You wore the unflattering black schoolmarmish dress that Wanda had given her once you'd arrived; your trunk had never followed you, despite her promises, and this was now the only piece of clothing you owned. You looked away quickly.

Your reflection hadn't always made you wince. James, or Bucky as you had called him when you were little, had always been the pretty sibling. The one who had naturally been accepted as the one who'd inherited your mother's good looks, but you'd never minded. You were perfectly content with your smooth hair and steady eyes. You may not have been beautiful in your own eyes, but the boarding school nuns had said if a woman carried herself correctly, she would always look regal. 

You didn't look regal now though. You looked dirty and scared, like a human scarecrow. You wondered if Bucky would even recognize you if he saw you now. 

At that thought, your heart seemed to shrink inside your chest. Bucky. He was the one you were doing this for, but sometimes you missed him so much it felt like you were swallowing broken glass. Without him, you were completely alone in the world. There was no one at all for you. No one in the world cared whether you lived or died. Sometimes the horror of that thought threatened to overwhelm you and plunge you down into a bottomless darkness from which there would be no return. If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?

The click of the lock cut off your thoughts abruptly, but instead of the servant girl, Wanda walked in. 

"Printessa," the nickname was something you had grown used to. Wanda often spoke to you in Russian even though you barely understood it. 

"Printessa," she clucked again, demanding your attention. You looked up at her, trying to hide the tears brimming in your eyes. She took your face in her hands and wiped away a tear. 

"My dear sweet girl. Your brother may have abandoned you, but that does not mean you are alone." 

"H-he didn't abandon me," you managed to choke. Wanda shook her head at you sadly, 

"Oh, but he did. He wanted to sell you to the highest bidder." You stepped away from Wanda, shaking your head. 

"No. No no no, you're lying." She gave you a sympathetic smile, 

"I'm sorry little dove." You fell to your knees. What was left for you in the world? What was the point of continuing to live if there was no one to live for? Wanda knelt next to you. 

"You aren't alone, Printessa." She pulled you to her and you let her, melting into her chest. She kissed your forehead. 

"Bu-but Bucky..." you sobbed into her shoulder. 

"He doesn't deserve you." It felt as though you had been stabbed. A sharp knife of betrayal placed by your brother. 

"I-it hurts, Wanda. It hurts so much." She stroked your hair with her hand. 

"Don't worry, Printessa. I'll make it better. I promise, no one will ever hurt you again." 

Wanda was right too. No one would ever find you now that you had succumbed. Now that you were hers. All she had to do now was get you out of that house, away from the rotting corpses of everyone you had known. 

[after-witch]

Baby Mine [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

Title: Baby Mine [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

Synopsis:  The first time you laid eyes on your child, you knew: You had to get out. Set in the ‘White Picket Fence’-verse. 

For request: Something with Overhaul + the reader’s children and manipulation (I’m sorry I accidentally deleted the original message so I don’t remember the exacting wording!)

Word Count: 3328

notes: yandere, stockholm syndrome, abuse

From the instant you laid eyes on your daughter, the moment your gaze took in her fresh, wet skin and her small, blinking, uncomprehending eyes, you knew: you had to get the fuck away from Chisaki Kai.

The realization was instant, like a flash, peeling away years of manipulation and training and forced self-acceptance of your situation. Years of justifications and excuses that had wormed their way under your skin, forcing you to see the bright side, to see his side, and let yourself get wrapped up in its candy-coated, fluffy cotton bullshit--gone, ripped away with brutal, exacting force. All that was left was the stark realization, a single driving force shoving you forward: you and your daughter were going to get out.

That was four years ago.

Four years of agonizing pretending. Of forcing yourself to put back on the coat you'd worn before, the false version of yourself that loved him and accepted him and excused everything he ever did to you. It was hard. It was harder to pretend that you accepted this than to actually accept it, to indulge in his control. But every time your resolve weakened, it only took a glance at your child to remind you of why you couldn't just give in.

You had to get out, not for yourself, but for her. To give her a normal life. A life where she could be free, where she could have friends, where she could run outside and not be limited to the house or, if the weather was nice, the secure, high-fenced backyard that Kai had only built within the last year.

Four years of pretending. Four years of planning. And, most difficult of all, four years of waiting. Trust was not easily given by Chisaki Kai, even to the mother of his child.

So you waited.

You waited for Kai to move you two--no, three now--into a house, a real house; not in a populated suburb (another broken promise that you swallowed deep, deep down) but an offshoot of some protected compound in a remote area, where it could be secure and guarded. But what mattered is that its doors connected to the outside, not to some unknown underground bunker.  You could manage, if you were connected to the outside.

You waited for Kai to ease up on the restrictions that built up around you during your pregnancy, rules to keep you under a far more watchful eye, rules that made it harder to find a way out. Inches of trust, gradually earned, which made it possible for you to think concretely about escape.

You waited for your daughter to get old enough to run, old enough to survive without needing to be fed every few hours, old enough to know how to stay quiet when told. Watching her grow up only made you want to leave, more. She had a personality now. Stubborn but accepting when she knew she wouldn’t win; sweet in her own way, an unusual way, likely one that came from a lack of interaction with anyone but her parents and a handful of trusted Shie Hassaikai members.

It was one of those trusted members--you never have learned their name, a secret Kai (nor they) were willing to give--that would be your key to escape.

 They loved your daughter, too, in time. They were drawn in by her precociousness, her insistence on formalities and pleases and thank-yous. But it was her bubbliness and inherent interest in the world and people around her that made them decide to love her, too.Her big eyes and bubbling laugh when you two were allowed in the yard, sometimes under this member’s supervision. 

To your daughter’s delight, they didn’t simply watch you like the handful of others did; they joined in the fun. Just a few weeks ago, she’d convinced him to push her so high on the swing set that she’d gone all the way around--even your heart briefly froze until she’d emerged on the other side, cackling with delight, safe and sound.

They were loyal to Overhaul. Of that there was no doubt. Had they killed for him? Maimed? Tortured? You tried not to think about the things that were done in Overhaul’s name.

Yet they’d betrayed him, all for the sake of your daughter. Part of you feels bitter that they wouldn’t betray him for the sake of you--but then, what was that saying? Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

It was with their help that you were finally able to secure that last necessary piece of the puzzle for your escape: getting out of the secured, monitored gate surrounding the house unnoticed. He told you in hushed, intense tones that he would be on watch duty the night of your escape, that he would take care of the other member assigned that night, and that all you had to do was get out the door at the agreed time with your bag, your daughter, and a good pair of walking shoes. He would drive you as far as he could, and then you two would run, run, run after that.

It was going to work. Your daughter was going to live her life, a real life, not one carefully constructed in captivity. What would you do first, once you were free? The thoughts sometimes made you so giddy that you pinched yourself to calm down. So close, so close to the finish line, and you must be vigilant.

Tonight. You and your daughter are going to leave tonight.

Your daughter is in her bed, tucked in safe and secure. Her eyes are already closed, and Kai is sitting at the edge of the mattress, as always, smoothing down her hair and pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead. You watch from the doorway with your arms casually crossed, a small, tired, end-of-the-night smile on your lips. It's all so normal, so domestic, isn't it.

"Good night," he says, so soft and sweet that, if you hadn't been pulled out of your deluded coping mechanism, you might find it endearing. Instead, your thoughts scream: This will be the last time you ever see her, you fucked up piece of shit bastard. Oh, do you have a potty mouth when your 'husband' can't hear you...

He leaves your daughter to her dreams and clicks off the little lamp on her nightstand. When he crosses the doorway, you make room and he lets you slide your arm around his, linking yourselves together for the walk to your shared bedroom.

"Tired?" He asks, and you nod. You are tired. Not for the reasons he thinks, and not for the reasons you'll give, but the telltale darkness under your eyes belies the stress of planning your escape from a years-long ordeal.

You sigh, as soft and sweet as his voice was earlier. "Mmhmm. She didn't want to focus on her lessons today. I got a bit frustrated. Sometimes I don't think I'm cut out to be a teacher." By now you're in your bedroom and you casually take off your day clothes, dropping them in the labeled hamper in front of the closet. Your stomach twinges with the memory of how he used to look away when you took off your clothes.

But that was long ago, and now he continues the conversation casually as the pair of you strip and change into your respective pajamas. You slip a pink nightie with ruffled bottom over your head as he

"You just need more practice. Are you reading the lesson books before you start class?"

I wouldn't have to read any lesson books if you let her out of this house, if you let her out of school, if you weren't--you stop your thoughts, afraid that they might show on your face. Afraid that you might lose everything at this last, crucial moment.

But you know you look frustrated, so you roll with it. "Yes," you say, voice just the right amount of annoyed in retort. "But if she doesn't want to sit down and focus, me reading the lesson beforehand isn't really going to help, is it?"

He stares at you, and you wonder in a flash if you went too far. But in the next moment, he's simply continuing to button up his shirt. "Is it going to help our daughter learn if you take out your bad day on your husband?" His voice is dripping with the natural condescension that once had you questioning whether or not it was okay to be upset that he'd kidnapped you, and you hate it. But at least it's a sign that he bought your excuses.

You feel a warm flush of shame at the way his condescension still makes you feel less-than. You slide yourself into bed, under the covers, instinctively grabbing the book on your end table and staring down into it like you could simply disappear inside the pages. You can't mess up anything right now. The weight of what you need to do tonight feels so heavy and you can't stop your hands from trembling slightly.

"Sorry," you whisper, voice thick with emotion. "It's just hard sometimes. I feel in over my head."

It's Kai's turn to slide under the covers, though he doesn't bother grabbing his own book. Instead he gently pushes on your hands until you set the book on the covers. You know he wants you to look at him, so you do. He looks so gentle, so calm. Did he kill anyone today? Did he insult some hapless victim who crossed his organization, spewing venom with his words, before kissing your daughter goodnight hours later?

His gloved hands tip your chin up and it's a familiar feeling, an intimate feeling, when he pulls you in for a kiss. When he pulls away, he's smiling softly, indulgently. You aren't in trouble. You're good.

"I'll come home for lessons tomorrow and see what I can do. Would you like that?"

I'd like you to drop dead and make this easier on us, you think.

"Yes, Kai."

You smile. You nod. You let out a shaky sigh and lean your shoulders against his, picking up your book and signaling an end to the crisis. He lets you read quietly for a while before turning off the lamp on his side of the bed; it's a wordless signal that you already know: time to sleep. You're a dutiful wife and you put your book away and turn off your lamp and then turn back to your husband and whisper,

"Good night, Kai."

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You wait until he's deep asleep to ease your way out of the bed. Every step you take in your padded socks makes you cringe. Will the floor creak? Will you make too much noise? Will you have to come up with a half-assed excuse as he comes to, groggily asking what you're doing? You feel like you can't breathe, but you do breathe, soft and shallow as you make your way to the bedroom door.

 You didn't dare keep anything related to your escape in your shared bedroom. The door feels like it weighs a thousand pounds as you ever-so-slowly open it, keeping your head turned towards the man sleeping on the bed all the while. He doesn't stir. He simply continues to snore, even as the door opens enough for you to slip out.

Your heart is pounding in your chest as you cross the hallway and into the spare room that you used as a playroom and, lately, a makeshift school. The bag you packed is in the closet, tucked behind bags of school supplies that you'd asked Kai to pick up in order to make sure that your escape bag didn't stand out. You grab it swiftly, along with your daughter's outdoor shoes, and make your way to the most dangerous element of your escape: your daughter's room.

She did so well. You remind yourself to praise her once you're away from the house, once you're in a car and making noise isn't a life or death dilemma. You built up the idea of your escape bit by bit over the past few weeks. You couldn't tell her that her father was a monster who kidnapped you, but you could prey on her desire to see more, to go beyond the rules established in her father's domain.

Don't you want to meet other kids? Go to the beach, feel the sand underneath your feet? Meet... your grandma? We'll just take a secret trip, you and me, and then come back to Papa when we're done. Then he'll see that it's safe to leave and come with us next time. But you have to keep it a secret. You can't tell him a thing, or we won't be able to go. You can keep a secret, can't you?

You kneel next to your daughter's bed and gently wake her up, whispering her name and stroking her hair, so she slowly opens her eyes in confusion before her gaze lands on your face and ah, a smile--it's just mom.

"Mama?" She asks, a bit too loudly for your liking.

"Shh baby," you say. "Yes, it's mama. Are you ready to go?" You see the tentativeness, the childish confusion in the way she nods. She doesn't know what real life is yet, she doesn't have an inkling of the freedom that she's lost, but she will.

You don't bother changing. You have a pair of clothes in the bag and you'll change when you're in a safer space. For now, you take her hand and lead her down the staircase, your chest tightening with every step. You can't help but glance back at the still-open doorway leading to your bedroom. You pray to whatever is listening that he won't wake up. Each step is a step closer to freedom. Each step is a terrifying risk that you or she might slip, might make noise, might wake him up.

Your spirits lift when you reach the bottom of the stairs. All you have to do is get out the door and he'll be waiting there with the key and a getaway car and freedom.

You clutch your daughter's hand, your own palm now sweaty; you nearly trip on a toy you forgot to pick up earlier, but thankfully the light in the entryway was turned on (you must have forgotten to turn it off) and you see it just in time to avoid disaster. You squeeze your daughter hand and turn the corner that leads to the entryway of your home--

Where Chisaki Kai is standing, waiting for you, his eyes practically illuminated by the glowing lamp light.

You drop the bag.

"No," you say. "No." Your mind suddenly feels fuzzy, like its buzzing, drowning out all of your thoughts with a pure denial of what you see in front of you.

"How--how did you--" you sputter, unable to continue voicing your question. It was all planned. It was all practiced. You pretended, you waited, you planned--for four years. How? How did he know?

He doesn't have to answer. You know the moment that your daughter's grip slips out of your hand and she runs up to her father, feet thumping on the floor. She clings to his side and doesn't look at you, and he runs a hand through her hair without taking his eyes away from your shaking form.

Of course she told him. Of course she told her papa that you wanted to leave. She loved him. Why wouldn't she? It was all she'd ever known. You were breaking the rules, breaking the structure that dominated her life since she could remember. 

"Please don't be mad at me, mama." Your daughter whimpers against Kai, and you can hear the tears in her little voice, and your heart aches for her in so many ways.

"I'm not," you whisper. "I'm not mad at you, baby." You're just sad, so sad. It hurts. All of it.

"Sweetheart," Kai says, voice surprisingly calm despite the events, "go back to bed while I help your mother unpack your things, all right?"

Your daughter nods and suddenly she's against you, hugging you in a tight, childish way; you only have enough energy to pull your arm around her, limp and heavy, patting her back without really feeling it before she scampers up the stairs.

You're left alone. With him.

He approaches you slowly and you feel like an animal. There's wildness hammering in your heart and the thought comes up, unwillingly: could you still run? Escape on your own? And hope that some day, your daughter escapes and finds you? But the thought of leaving her behind is impossible to indulge in for more than a second, and you know that without her, your life isn't worth living. The thought of abandoning her to Kai Chisaki brings up an immediate sense of revulsion and guilt and shame.

"What were you thinking?"

You aren't looking at him, but you don't have to be looking at him to know that he's glaring at you. Looking down on you with his gaze filled with righteous justifications. You glance and--yes, he is, but there's something darker, something you’d forgotten, underneath. Your stomach suddenly feels loaded with weights and your legs move backwards, pulling you away from him, away from the anger that feels like it's radiating off him in waves.

He suddenly grips your chin with brutal force and yanks your jaw forward, forcing you to look at him.

"I had to kill one of my most trusted men today because of your..." His eyes dart back and forth for a moment, before he spits out the apparently perfect description of your escape attempt. "Hysteria. An absolute waste of potential, all because of your ridiculousness."

Your mouth is dry. Your voice is hoarse. But you speak up, anyway. You've already lost everything.

"It's not ridiculous to want to get out of here." 

The weight of the years seems to press down on your shoulders, pounding into your bones, screaming in your ears. 

"It's not ridiculous to--to want to take my daughter away from the man who kidnapped me and forced me to pretend like I was happy here, like I was happy living in some--" you cough, needing moisture, but not daring to stop to swallow lest you lose your courage. "--glorified dollhouse while you tell me what to do and what to wear and how to act and when to fuck you and when to have a baby and fuck you, fuck you, just fuck you Kai. I hate you. Oh I fucking hate you."

You don't notice as your voice gets louder, emboldened by the adrenaline that's been crashing through you since you opened the bedroom door, until his hand is gripping your upper arm in a show of brute, vise-length strength.

"Lower. your. voice." 

His grip strengthens until you cry out, and then it gradually loosens without letting you go completely.

For the next few moments, you do nothing but stare at one another. Your mind feels hazy, darting from thought to thought. It was all for nothing. The last four years, all for nothing. But you think about your daughter, about what she may have been able to accomplish outside of these walls, and even the fantasy of a free life for her made it worth something--didn't it?

It's his voice that lowered, now, as he lets you go completely and straightens himself up. All business now. But what business will he engage in, this time?

"Perhaps you do need a vacation," he says, finally. Firmly. He's made a decision.

You wonder if he's lost his mind and you're about to ask as much before he continues.

"Did you know this house has a secret room? It's nice and quiet. The perfect place for you to recuperate until you've regained your senses."

The room, the room, the room.

Your hand instinctively claps against your mouth as you cry out.

After all, you don't want to wake your daughter up with your screams.

[sciapod]

Bathtub Photoshoot 💦

Pairing: Henry Cavill x First Person-POV (Female, or at least X wears a bra and has breasts)

Summary: Little private photosesh' with Henners and then some.

Warnings: Dry humping but let's just call it grinding. Edging. 18+ to be safe!! Contains smut. You might be able to find the tiniest bit of angst. And bit of fluff.

Word count: 2.5K

Not beta’ed! I take full responsibility for this fuckup.

Inspired/prompted by this post by @cavillfics

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I obviously don't own Henry Cavill, nor do I know him IRL, so it goes without saying that this is a figment of my imagination.

(I took the liberty to edit the photo just a bit and don’t know who to credit for the original edit. Let me know if you know, so I can give credit where it's due.)

Happy reading 💦

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“Babe, I've got an idea! Can you do something for me, please?”

When I heard you coming through the front door, I rushed to meet you there. You were finally home again and was hanging your jacket on the coat rack when I found you.

“Oh, well,” you reply, “I really want to just lean back, maybe take a shower or something. It’s been a long week, babe. And hello, by the way.”

You step over to me, reach around my waist and pull me against your firm body.

“Mhm, you smell lovely,” you whisper in my hair. I sigh, then wiggle myself free of your embrace.

“Henry, listen,” I look up at you with my best attempt at puppy eyes. You breathe deeply and turn your face, scratching mine with your stubble. It sends shivers through my body.

“Okay,” you hum as your hands roam my body, finding their way to my bare thighs then sneaking up beneath my robe, “tell me.”

I grab your hips and press my core against your thigh as I lean backwards, looking up at you, “I want to take some pictures … of you.”

Your face goes through a range of emotions; surprised, suspicious, smirking, friendly and finally incredibly charismatic: Front-page-style smile.

“That’s the one!” I say with excitement.

“Which one?” you tease, furrowing your brow and looking all suspicious again.

“You know perfectly well, you buffoon!” I say, as I slap your chest playfully.

My entire body lifts when you laugh. You kiss my forehead and twirl some of my hair between a few fingers. Your eyes shift, gazing at various areas of my face. I sigh, then reach for your hands, the one playing with my hair and the other, which I find gently caressing the lace of my panties.

I hold your hands between us and look up at my man.

“You do realize, of course, that you are basically a Greek god carved out of stone.”

“I have been told so, yes.”

“And you do realize that every artist needs a muse, a model, to create from.”

“I have a faint idea of that, yes,” you say, smirking down at me.

“And I happen to be short of a project, and subject, for my portfolio.”

“I see,” your smile broadens, “but what does that have to do with me?”

“Henry!”

My declining patience must have been obvious somewhere in my face or perhaps my exclamation, because you burst out laughing, throwing your head back as you do so. I can’t help but melt a little.

“Tell me what you need me to do, darling,” you say, stroking my hands with your thumbs. I feel warmth spread through my chest. Your face softens and I feel the warmth spread further down.

“Fuck,” I breathe, casting my eyes to the floor. I’m suddenly filled with all kinds of insecurities, imposter syndrome and such, but there’s a reason why you’re my man. You sense it immediately and lift my hands to your lips, kissing them sincerely.

“You’ve got this, babe.”

I sigh, “I know, sweetheart. It's just… Urgh.”

You kiss my forehead.

“Tell me your idea.”

“I…” My voice breaks. You lift my chin up with a single finger, as if it were suddenly light as a feather, forcing me to look into your striking blue eyes.

“I don’t know,” I finally exclaim. “I didn’t have a concrete idea. I just knew that I wanted you to be in the photos.”

You smile, almost apologetically, “Okay, look. I really want to help. But I’m so damn tired. I’ve got an idea, though, of how we may be able to hit two birds with one stone.”

“Okaay?” I say, a slight tinge of hope seeping into my core again.

“I need a bath–”

“–I can’t take a nude picture of you!”

You laugh again, but shake your head, “No, silly. Let me finish.”

My cheeks flush scarlet.

“I need a bath, but instead of taking a shower, I’ll jump in the tub. Once in there, you can have me do whatever you want.”

I squint my eyes, then see a lightbulb flash on.

“YES!” I almost yell, running my hands up your torso and leaning in for a kiss.

“Yes,” I repeat, then press my lips against your sculpted ones. It is as if your lips curl to a smile amidst the kiss.

“Yes,” I say one last time, meeting your eyes, “If you get the water running, I’ll collect my gear.”

Your hands go wandering about on my hips again, dragging my robe up and making my hairs stand on end. You look down at me with a confident smile, saying, “great minds think alike.”

I fight off the urge to kiss you again and instead draw away from you. You catch the waistband of my robe and it slides off as I step away, revealing the new set of lingerie I’m wearing underneath. I stand, looking at you with what I imagine is the expression of a suspicious feline. You, on the other hand, make a low whistle and shake your head in slow motion, clearly surprised and pleased to see what I was hiding beneath. Then you nod toward the living room, signalling I get on with finding my camera.

It takes me a few minutes to find the right lens. When I enter the bathroom, you’re in the process of unbuckling your belt. The tap is running and there’s already a bit of water in the tub.

“Wait,” I say, stopping you just as you’re about to pull your jeans down, “I think I want you in the water dressed.”

You stare for a moment, shrug, say “sure,” then proceed to tug your jeans over your perky bum again.

“Right, erm,” I think for a moment, “No, you know what? Lose the pants, but keep the t-shirt on.”

“Lose the pants,” you repeat and let your jeans fall to the floor. As you stand back up, I realize something.

“We might have a problem,” I say, eyeing the hefty bulge in your boxers.

You follow my gaze, noticing the same problem, then nod in agreement.

“But then again,” you say, “what did you expect, looking like that?” you hint at my open robe and lingerie.

We both shrug, then burst laughing.

“I guess we’ll just have to make it work!” I say, “Now, in the tub with you, buddy.”

You feel the temperature of the water and deciding that it’s decent, turn off the tap, step in and lie down. There’s not a lot of water in there, but I’m assuming it will do. You look up at me with anticipation, “Now what?”

I squint at you, finding the bulge slightly distracting, basically towering above the waterline like another Burj Khalifa. Obviously, you notice my lack of response.

“Hey, babe!” you say, snapping me out of it. I feel my nether region clench.

“Okay, okay!” I shake my head to wake up. You shake yours too, smirking at me.

“We need to do something about that,” I say.

“I can try to hide it?” you suggest.

“How?” I squint. It’s a mastodon of a package you has stored down there, I think to myself.

“Anyway, I need to find a position to photograph you from.”

I begin taking random photos of you from various angles and perspectives, simultaneously adjusting the settings on the camera as I do so. Meanwhile, you roll around to one side, then the other, then back again. The squeaking sounds of your body rubbing against the sides of the tub while you change poses makes the whole situation rather comedic, and I'm convinced you're doing it even worse on purpose. Determined to be somewhat professional, I try to ignore your distractions.

“It’s a good thing we have such good lighting in here,” I say, gazing around the small room, pretending to be focused and ignorant of your attempts at sabotage.

“How do you want me, babe? I feel like… I don’t even know? A fish out of water,” you say, doubting your own wording, “or something like that.”

I sigh, “I know, I get it. I need to think. We’ve also still got that… situation… going on.” I gesture at the, no less apparent, tent between your legs.

“Okay,” you say calmly, “I’ll just lie back and relax, while you think of something.”

“Good.”

As you settle into a comfortable position, I mentally run through the various “golden rules” of photography that I can remember.

Then it’s as if I notice the obvious. The absolute god-like adonis carved in marble in front of me: My initial inspiration. Your white t-shirt, soaked from all the turning and splashing around you did, is sticking to your chest and abs, enhancing the lines of your muscular torso, yet still in a perfectly suggestive fashion; somewhat similar to the drapery you see on these same sculptures. In a fit of impulse, I crawl up to stand on the edges of the tub.

You open your eyes –awoken by my scramblings– fear in your eyes as you reach for me, “be careful, babe!”

“No no, darling! Stay put!” I say, “I’m perfectly safe. It’s dry. My feet are dry. I’m stable, but thank you.” I smile, reassuringly. Suspicious yet accepting, you lower your arms and lie back down. I notice your eyes trail down my exposed body. Lust now clear as daylight in your gaze.

“I think I’ve got the photo soon, babe, then we’re done,” I explain. “Just close your eyes for me.”

You shake your head and smile, then do as I said.

Your head rests on the back of the tub, but your fingers begin fidgeting … around your nether region.

“Are you uncomfortable?” I ask between photos.

“No…” you smirk, eyes still closed, but you shift and rest your hands awkwardly on your stomach instead.

“We can’t have that,” I say, “you’re covering the main part of the photo,” I tease.

You open your eyes, still smirking but not saying a word.

“And you’re revealing, exposing, what we need to hide,” I try to hold back my laugh.

“Okay,” I continue, “what about… what if you hold your t-shirt at the hem and stretch it down to cover your crotch. Place your other hand casually beside it. Yeah, like that! Exactly, babe. Beautiful.”

I take a couple of photos and look at them on the tiny screen.

“Right, hold that pose, but just… kinda relax, if you can. I’ll take a few shots more and then you’re done!”

You close your eyes again and begin taking deep breaths, lessening the tension that must have been building in your shoulders over the last few days. As peace falls upon your face and body, I take the last photos. After quickly reviewing them on the tiny screen, I decide that I’m done. I turn off my camera and place it on the shelf above the tub before crawling down to sit on the edge of the tub, my feet in the water between your legs.

“Okay, it’s a wrap!”

Your eyes flash open and you let go of your t-shirt. The fabric bounces back, revealing your hairy tummy, teasing me. You look up at me with mischief, then give your member a squeeze.

“Get down here,” you say, almost ferocious in your voice.

I feel myself get all giddy with sudden anticipation as you rise like Poseidon from the water. Before I can do anything other than yelp, you pull me down onto you and with a splash and a thud I land against your rock-hard body. I'm instantly soaked.

“Finally,” you mutter, drenching my face and neck with hungry kisses. Your hands tease the collar of my robe before sliding it over my shoulders. Your eyes explore the curves of my upper body, then you adjust me so that I sit straddled upon you. You don’t speak a word, but your eyes and body say everything I need to know.

I feel your girth throbbing against me. You slide my robe all the way off and without taking your eyes off me, you cast it aside. Then your hands slide up my body. You cup my breasts tenderly, admiring the lace and how the new style of bra suits my breasts. You lick your lips as your thumbs begin stroking my hardening nipples. I sigh and begin grinding against the tip of your member.

You sit up and proceed to kiss and bite the flesh of my breasts. Gently holding the lace aside with your fingers, you capture my nipples between your teeth, ever so gently, before circling your tongue around them with exquisite attention. While squeezing my breasts together, you kiss them one after the other, back and forth, before venturing up to my collarbone and neck. All I can do is whimper and moan.

Then you grasp my hair, pulling my head back. Between kisses and bites on my exposed neck, you breathe damp, sultry words onto my skin. Expressions of how I’ve been a tease, how patient you’ve been and how much you want me now. I want to answer, but I can’t do anything but mutter incoherencies; your throbbing cock eagerly pressing against my core and thus stealing all of my vocabulary.

My breath quickens as I grind harder, cursing the fabrics that keep our cores from meeting, merging. Then you push me towards you, allowing our lips to meet in hungry kisses. My bra loosens. You must have managed to open and take it off me with your other hand, before also casting it aside. You grab at my liberated breasts, then sit up and pull your drenched t-shirt over your head. It lands on the bathroom floor with a splash. My hands instinctively seek the wet fur of your stomach and chest, momentarily squeezing your pecs, then wander south again.

Your eyes read pure hunger and you buck your hips. As I fall back down from the jump, my core meets the powerful strength of your pelvis, bucking yet again. I gasp, overcome by a mixture of arousal and humor. You buck again, a laugh escapes me and somehow, after a few times of this, you’ve managed to free your erection from your boxers. I didn’t notice, but at some point you must have turned on the tap again, because I see you turn it back off. I guess this increased level of water also explains the more slow-motion-like sensation I experience as I land back down on your pelvis; a somewhat softer landing than before. In my own defence, I was entranced and my mind was not functioning at 100%, hence the questionable description. Anyway, both our hips are now submerged under water and I simply shake my head at your mischievous ways. You smirk and pull me down to a deep kiss, slapping my ass through the water, making more water splash all over the place. Everything in the room is certainly wet by now.

I grind against your exposed and infinitely hard cock as your fingers slider under the lace. Your hands grab my cheeks with determination, enhancing the force and enabling you to better thrust against my grinding motion. The friction is causing short-circuits in my brain, making me see colours that aren’t there. My first climax is staggeringly near, but just before I get to release, you buck your hips again, making me scoot off your cock. A devious grin is smeared across your chiseled face.

“You had me waiting, sweetheart. Now it’s my turn to tease.”

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[octania]

Dabi x Reader (HEADCANONS, NSFW, 18+)

Warnings: nsfw, somnophilia (sleeping beauty syndrome), daddy kink, orgasm control, over stimulation, gagging, praise kink. 

Short description: All of the kinks, all of the things, Dabi likes to do to your delicate body. Play, lick, touch....and daddy will love you, so, so much....

Kiss her to sleep - As the clock strikes the late night hours after midnight, the shadows looming around the hallways make a shape of a tall man, wide shoulders, relaxed but still ready as a gun, slipping in the room that does not belong to him, but what is inside, is his and his alone. There is no need for the secrecy, no need for sneaking, you are his lover for some time now..but even his better side does not know his intimate desires to their core. He can’t help to see you far gone in your dream land, laying on the silky bed sheets wearing your white thank top that shows your nipples, clearly, visible even in this pitch black night, hardened by the refreshing breeze coming from the half opened window. Turquoise blue irises lurk these erotic bulges, making a reaction of his own, sending the blood down his loins, filling the tight place of his boxers with his raging stiffness. Dabi keeps watching. Keeps eating the sight of your body all the way to your bare tights and tight pink panties. They are no better than your top, just a poor excuse for clothing, so see-through it almost reveals every detail. But even that is too little for Dabi. He came to silence the voices whispering in his head, keeping him awake and hard, sending the images of what he will now do to his head. He has to. He has to, give it goodnight kiss. Dabi’s long fingers touch the surface of your smooth skin of your inner thigh, crossing with his fingers upwards until they meet the cotton material. His digits move so lightly it could be barely called a movement, as he gently touches your covered folds. They are plushy, soft to the touch, the tip of his finger sinks in your skin as he lightly smiles, starting to stroking them. A quiet sound escapes your lips, and he slows down, climbing up your little cunt until he feels a little bump under the panties. Your nerve bud slightly reacts on the warm finger caressing it,petting the pearl tenderly. Dabi loves to touch you like this, listening how your breathing gets just a bit more deep, almost unhearable moans leaving your lips..you are so adorable in that sleepy state, sweet like sugar.. He licks his lips knowing what comes next, hungry for the real taste.  He leans down. His hot breaths make you shiver unconsciously. He presses his lips and the tip of his nose on your clothed pussy, inhaling while closing his eyes, brushing his soft lip to the edge of your panties, then slowly and with caution, he pulls the material, leaving your naked and exposed pussy to him. He holds the material on the side with his index finger to prevent it from slipping back on, then he finally lets himself to do what he fantasized about. He pressed a tender and loving kiss on your soft folds. He continues to line up delicate kisses on your pussy lips, along your slit, pushing them just a bit a part so the tip of his tongue can take a little lick. It was more of a touch than a lick, just to sample you...to taste you.. “What a pretty little pussy...” - Dabi whispers next to your clit, sending vibrations along your skin that almost made you roll over, but he was softly holding your legs,to make you stay in place. After that he just pushed them to spread them a little, continuing to kiss your small pussy all over, opening his lips and placing your erected clit between them, squeezing it with his tender flesh, sucking on it all so gently. “Good little girl..”- he strokes you with his thumb on your hips with whispers, holding your legs apart, making your folds open, so his lips can get coated in those glistering juices coming from your entrance. And that pleases him, as his kisses continue, a but more sucking added to clean his princess. Dabi does this often... and he will continue to do so, his sleeping beauty needs to be kissed to pleasure....

She licked me like a lollipop - Dabi takes pleasure in controlling every aspect about you, specially when that control gets you sexually frustrated to the point where your legs shake, tingling between your legs becomes unbarable as you try to rub yourself on anything just to get a bit of fraction along your swollen clit, but he forbids it. He prefers you bent over the chair’s back, as he sits in the front, facing you. You watch him as he lazily stokes his thick cock, begging him to let you have it in any way, being rubbed against your dripping cunt, being fuck with it until the chairs will be your worst enemy because you will be unable to sit..but he refuses..he just smiles at you, forcing you to keep spreading your ass cheeks with your hands and keep your legs apart so you can’t put even a bit pressure on your needy pussy, as the icing flows down your leg. You whine as the tears start to pool in the corners of your eyes from how desperate you need to be touched down there. Dabi kisses your cheek as he pushes his middle finger in your mouth,pumping it slowly in. “Suck this doll..shh..I know you want to suck.”- you nod frantically, gazing with your teary eyes at his throbbing cock he keeps shamelessly jerking , telling him without words that this is what you really want to suck. But your silent request is ignored, as he brushes his cock against your shivering legs, collecting he juices that are dripping along them, pumping his heavy meat faster after getting your natural lubricant on it. “Daddy’s precious little doll, keep spreading those cheeks,..that’s it, good girl..now suck daddy’s fingers...shh..you can’t get this, not now doll...daddy knows what he is doing and what is good for you..I love to see you this needy...who is daddy’s little needy slut? Yes, you are sweetheart.”- he catches the tear rolling down your eye with his kisses, as you body can’t take this amount of arousal any longer.

Shush little doll, don’t say a word - Dabi can’t get satisfied by only one heated round with your tiny pussy, no matter how hard he fucked you..he needs to have a couple of them, and your exhaustion, soreness and over stimulation won’t stop him. He gets your tired body to the side, grinding his already stone hard cock between your abused folds still smeared with his fresh cum from minutes before. You beg, you cry, you plead for him to stop, that you can’t take no more, but your sentences of how sore and used you are only gets him more stiff...but he knows how your tiny voice will get high after he shoves his throbbing length inside you and you feel your velvety walls burn from over stimulation, so he takes your lace tong that was discarded off your body hours ago, pushes you leg up to gain better access to your pussy, and wipes the sperm off your cunt. You cry out as the rough material brushes on your clit, but your sound is silenced quickly when he shoves the soaked panties in your mouth. Your eyes widen in shock as muffled sounds come from your throat, but Dabi presses his cheek on yours, whispering and stroking your hair while his free hand lines up his giant cock on your sore hole. “Shh..shh..relax doll, it is alright...I will not hurt you..you will enjoy it, I promise.”- he jerk his hips fast before you wiggle too much, filling you up with his pulsating dick once more. You can feel the burn inside mixed with arousal, but your exhaustion makes you powerless, leaning onto him as he starts to rock his hips, fucking you while pushing your panties soaked with his sperm deeper in your mouth . “ You love to taste daddy’s cum while I am doing this to you, don’t you doll? Of course you do..F-fuck,..I am so proud of you for taking this so well.”- he grabs your tits , kissing your cervix with his swollen tip with every thrust. “Clean that fast doll...that’s it...daddy has a new load coming soon..aghh...and my good doll needs to be prepared.”- he brushed his thumb along your lower lip, letting you know that your mouth will again filled, but this time, with a lot less fabric and a lot of more of him.