#he said he could go check on his injuries <<< talking about three different he’s here

[minty-mumbles]

Transing the chain’s genders not because of my headcanons or because I wish to queer them into oblivion (though I do) but because it’s easier to write a large group of people when they don’t all share the same set of pronouns

#linked universe #he said he could go check on his injuries <<< talking about three different he’s here

[myfictionaldreams]

Day 28: Cockbulge - Lee Bodecker

Summary: Being the new secretary at the Police Station had been quite the adjustment, but now, you're left alone with the handsome Sheriff, Lee Bodecker.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dubious content (slightly), injury/blood (cut to knee), clumsy!reader, size difference, cock bulge, dry humping, innocence, protective, authority/power play, praise kink, sir kink, rough sex, creampie, sucking fingers

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It had been a long first week at your new job as a secretary at the police station in Knockemstiff. Everyone had been pleasant and welcoming, which had calmed your nerves as you were completely new to the area, deciding to move across the country to have a fresh start.

Tonight, you decided to stay late to finish the remaining paperwork stacked up throughout the day. As you were so new, it was taking you some time to get used to filing and completing the documentation; therefore, you decided that if you stayed behind after everyone had left, you could complete it at a leisurely pace without making any mistakes.

What you hadn’t anticipated was the Sheriff had also decided to stay and sit in his office, the only light illuminating the building except for the lamp on your desk and in the kitchen. Everywhere else had a dark shadow that had your eyes flicking to check that there wasn’t something hiding in the darkness and still trying to get used to being in a new environment.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, you saw it nearing midnight and yet; there was still a sizeable stack of papers next to you on the desk. Deciding you needed a freshen-up, you stretched your arms high above your head, moaning quietly as different areas of your body popped and clicked.

You were planning to go and make yourself a coffee, but the light illuminating the edge of the room caught your eye. It was polite to ask if the Sheriff would like a coffee as well, but that included talking to him, which so far had been an unsuccessful feat as he always made you nervous enough to fumble your words. Not only was he in a position of great power, but Sherriff Lee Bodecker was incredibly handsome, from his tall stature, piercing blue eyes, buzzed hair and soft belly that was beginning to strain against his belt. Every single part of him had your insides fluttering and your mouth unable to form coherent words.

You seemed to chastise yourself constantly for being so foolish around him, knowing that he was your boss and you’d have to speak to him multiple times a day, so it was about time you got ahold of yourself. However, this was easier said than done.

Baby steps, you reminded yourself. You didn’t need to go in and ask about his childhood. All you needed to do was knock on his door and ask if he’d like a coffee.

Taking a deep breath and straightening the material of your knee-length floral dress, you moved towards his office. The door lay open as if he was waiting for you, but quickly shaking your head, you knew your mind was playing fantasy tricks. The Sheriff sat behind his desk, a tall lamp over his shoulder, the only light fixture turned on as his eyes darted around the file in his hands.

Knocking three times gently on his door, you tried not to flinch as he looked up, the crease between his eyebrows smoothing as he smiled at your presence. “Would you like a coffee,  Sheriff?”

“Yes, please, Sugar” he smiled appreciatively, and you gave him a kind one in response, turning towards the kitchen area. As you switched on the coffee machine and waited for the water to warm, you arranged two cups on the countertop, and the anxious little voice in your head began to overthink the entire interaction. Sugar? Was he calling you a cute nickname, or was he asking for sugar in his coffee? How could you not know how the Sheriff likes to have his coffee already? You’ve been working for him for seven days already; this should have been the top three things you should know as the secretary.

So lost without your thoughts, you hadn’t heard his footsteps following behind you until he asked you a question, but your squeal in fear drowned out what he was asking as you quickly spun on the spot. In doing so, your elbow caught one of the coffee cups that fell off the side and smashed on the floor.

Your eyes widened in fear as you instantly were on your knees, reaching for the tiny shards that once created a cup. “I’m so sorry, Sheriff! I’ll pay for this, I promise. I wasn’t looking where I was going with my clumsy arms and-”

“Hey, hey, it’s alright, Darlin’, it’s only a cheap coffee cup, there’s no need to fret. Here, let me pick that up; I don’t want you accidentally cutting yourself now”.

Lee tried to take the shards of the cup from your palm, but you shook your head, “No, Sir. I’ll clean it. It’s my mess; I’m really sorry. I’m never usually this clumsy, I promise.”

“Sweetheart, it’s fine! But I must insist you give me those pieces before you hurt yourself”.

He was so close to you that you could feel his warmth as his fingers wrapped beneath yours and tilted what you had collected into his hand. Looking at him through your lashes with shame, embarrassment, and guilt, you were about to thank him when a sharp pain cut through your knee as you moved positions. “Thank you, Sheriff, I- ow!”

Both of your eyes lowered to your knee as you sat back onto the balls of your feet, lifting your dress and knee to see a portion of the broken cup had lodged into your skin, partially sticking out, and blood already leaking down your shin.

“Careful! Let’s get you in the light better. I’ve got you, put your arms around my shoulders”. The pain was increasing, which only meant you were half paying attention. All you knew was that you didn’t want to move your leg, but the Sheriff was in front of you, moving your hands for you until they rested on his uniform-covered shoulders.

As he stood, his arms wrapped around your waist, helping you to stand on one leg and then hop over to the table in the centre of the kitchen area. When your arse was brushing against the solid wood, his hands once more lowered to your hips, where he was able to lift you until you were sitting on the surface.

Even with your pain, your cheeks were aflame with embarrassment at his touches. Having him so close, you could smell the reminisce of his aftershave that he’d put on in the morning hour. It had an underlying spice scent while also remaining sweet, like vanilla. Then there was the searing heat remaining on your waist and hips from where his hands had touched; it was as if his hands had burned through your clothes altogether with the lasting impression that they had left.

The Sheriff had rushed to find the first aid box beneath the kitchen sink and was standing before you a second later; his eyebrows furrowed like they had been before you interrupted his reading. The table was positioned directly beneath the kitchen light so the two of you could see the extent of the damage. The shard wasn’t as deeply embedded as you’d first thought, but enough blood had flowed that a streak of red now pathed down your leg and pooled in your sock.

The sight instantly made you feel as if you were on a boat. Nauseous and dizzy as you swayed slightly. “Woah, ok, so you aren’t a fan of blood. Just look at me, Sweet, or better yet, lean on my shoulder and look in the other direction. That’s good; now, take some deep breaths. I don’t want you passing out on me, alright?”

You weren’t able to respond with the fear that you might vomit on your new boss, so you just followed his instructions. First, by looking up into his handsome, welcoming face and then leaning your cheek onto his shoulder, looking away from the mess running down your leg. As you continued to feel light-headed, Lee held his arms around your waist, his thumb stroking in gentle circles that helped to ground you at the moment, his touches once again causing warmth to bloom wherever he was, from the hands-on your body to the shoulder against your cheek.

Long minutes go past as you breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth, trying to regain any sort of control over your traitorous body. Feeling strong enough to have some composure, you realised, to your horror, that you’d been gripping onto his biceps like your life depended on it.

Releasing him with a gasp, your face tilted to look up at him. “I’m so sorry!”

“Why are you apologising? You’ve not done anything wrong” he tried to calm you with a soft stroke of your cheek with the back of his fingers, and it felt as if all air seemed to be sucked from your lungs. Lee smiled down at you before turning serious, “Why don’t you continue to lean on my shoulder, and I’ll clean your leg up?”.

Nodding your head as words seemed to fail from your mind at all the intimate touches that had passed between you and the Sheriff, you leaned your face against his cheek, looking away from the direction of your pained knee that had now turned into a deep throb of pain.

“You’re shaking, Darlin’. Just hold onto me; everything’s going to be just fine. You won’t need stitches from the looks of it. I’m just going to clean you first, then I’ll take out the shard”. Once more, you nodded your head in response and mentally screamed at the fact that you weren’t shaking because of the injury or the light-headed sensation but because you were nervous about being close to him.

Lee rummaged through the first aid box next to you and then began to clean the blood off of your leg. “How are you finding it here in Knockemstiff?” the Sheriff asked casually, trying to make small talk and distract you.

“I’m really enjoying it, sir; everyone’s been so welcoming and friendly”, you responded after a shaky breath, hands moving to grip the edge of the table so you refrained from grabbing onto him.

“Good. Do you live alone, or did your family move with you?”

Your entire body felt as if it was floating with the overwhelming emotions going through your body with having the Sheriff’s hand running up and down your leg; occasionally, his fingertip would brush against the skin directly, and you had to bite your lip to stop an embarrassing squeak from coming out of your mouth. “I live alone. My family live on the other side of the country. It’s just me”.

The hand on your leg paused momentarily before continuing towards your knee. “Pretty girl like you all by yourself? I don’t like the sound of that”, he mutters, almost so faintly that you weren’t sure if he had intended for you to hear it or not, but it had the desired effect anyway as your body involuntarily shivers.

Your tongue suddenly felt like it was made of lead as you responded, “It can be a little scary, but at least I know I’ve got a protector like you looking after the town, Sheriff”.

The shoulder you were leaning on shifted backwards as Lee tilted his body so that he could look down at you. You couldn’t understand the expression he was portraying; his eyes were unfathomably dark in the bright, overhanging light, and they seemed to be tracking every little movement of your face. “Of course, Sweet. I’ll always be here to protect you”.

“Ow!”

“There, the worst is over with now”. You had been so distracted with mesmerising his face this close, particularly the shape of his lips, that you hadn’t noticed that he had gripped the object in your knee, pulled it out and then quickly covered the cut in his wipe. “Sorry, I’m just going to move a little close to look at the damage”, he explains whilst shifting forward. In doing so, he pushed between your legs, causing them to spread further and him to be flush against your body.

Your mouth dried, fingernails digging into the wood. You’d only ever had one man this close to you before, and that was your ex-boyfriend, who you’d thought was the love of your life, allowing intimacy to occur because you were meant to be together forever. Then, one day, he decided he wanted that with the neighbour instead. This was the main reason for you moving across the country, but now, having the Sheriff this close felt both scandalous and yet safe, trusting your new boss as he was only helping you.

Deciding to believe this, you leaned further against him, but in doing so, your thigh pressed against something in his pocket. Assuming it was his gun, you didn’t see the need to move away from him and remained close, savouring the warmth he was providing you.

Maybe you were tired and somewhat delirious still from the current events, but it took you much longer than it should have to realise that the Sheriff’s hips were moving against your thigh, causing the sensitive skin to chaff. Your eyes had been closed but soon snapped open as your posture straightened.

Your mouth opened and then closed as you struggled to decide what to say. The hardness that was stroking against your thigh was definitely not his gun, which you realised should have poured fear through your soul, but your traitorous body reacted in another way as warmth bloomed in your panties and core.

Before you could react further, the Sheriff was moving away, “All done. You’re as good as new, Darlin’”. 

The warmth of his body stepped back as he moved to dispose of the bloody wipes and wrappers from the bandaid that now lay across the small cut on your knee. You inspected the area, mainly as a distraction so you didn’t have to look up at the Sheriff, worried that he’d see the glassy-eyed expression etched across your face or that you would see the bulge that had just been pressing against you.

“I think it’s about time we called it a night. How about I drive you home?” he suggested from across the room.

“Ye-yeah. You don’t have to drive me home, though, Sheriff. I only live down the road; I can just walk”.

As you were about to jump down from the table, he was in front of you again, that crease returning between his eyebrows as he looked at you disapprovingly. His hands rested next to yours on the table's edge as he leaned his weight on them, lowering himself so the two of you were now at eye level. “Now I won’t be having that. I’m not letting such an innocent-looking girl walk around in the middle of the night. You don’t know who is watching in the shadows. Go and get your coat; I’ll wait by the door”.

You gave him a thankful smile and embarrassingly squealed as his hands returned to your hip, and he pulled you off the table and back onto your feet. With the adrenaline coursing through your veins, you ran to your desk, trying to tidy it quickly before grabbing your coat.

Ever the gentleman, Lee held the station's door open, as well as his cruiser's passenger door open for you to get into his car. It felt odd for you to be in the front of the police car but also thrilling in a strange sort of way, and some naughty part of your brain couldn’t wait to get home so you could get the frustrations out of your body with the head of the shower between your legs.

Giving the Sheriff directions to your home, you both drove in a comfortable silence. However, being so close to him, in the contained metal box of his car, your wandering eyes kept slipping back towards him. Not only were you staring at his face, but your eyes dipped to his crotch. You would internally use the excuse it was to see if it was his gun, but this was strapped to the side of his hip, and yet, the bulge was still very evidently there.

“Do I have something on my face?” he asked innocently, rubbing his chin as your face scorched with heat; having been caught, you couldn’t find the courage to talk, so you shook your head and kept your eyes out the window.

Thankfully, the ride home didn’t take long, and he was pulling into your drive. The Sheriff looked intently at your house and the surrounding area that didn’t have many street lights as it was a private area. The trees loomed high, causing the space to look even more intimidating with shadows and darkness.

“Thank you so much for the ride home, Sheriff and for helping me with my knee. I promise I’ll buy the station a new cup. Anyway, you get home safe”. One hand on the door handle, your other was quickly gripped by Sheriff, halting your movements to leave his car as your head snapped to look at him with a confused frown.

“I don’t like you being out here by yourself. Just for my own sanity, do you mind if I do a quick check of the property? I don’t think I’d be able to sleep once I’m home to know I’ve not properly checked that you were safe”.

A gentle smile replaced your confusion as you nodded your head for him to do so, appreciating the help to make you feel safe. The two of you approached the front door, with the Sheriff helping to illuminate the way with his flashlight.

Once inside, you were quick to turn on the lights, thanking your past self for having decided to clean yesterday so it wasn’t in an embarrassing state for when your boss entered and searched the property. You waited patiently in the living area, listening to him walk throughout the house and checking behind doors that the windows and locks were secure.

“Sheriff, would you like a drink?” you shouted up the stairs.

“A coffee if you’d be so kind”, he responded quickly, and you were quick to move into the kitchen and place the pot on the stove, heating the water to a boil. You were still fresh to moving in and had already forgotten where you’d left the cups, and to your dismay, for some ungodly reason, you’d placed the nicer ones at the very top of the cupboard.

Straining onto your tip toes, you cursed yourself to hell for leaving the fancy cups so far away and the stepping stool in the other room as you tried your best to try and reach them. Just as they were a fingertip away, a solid, warm body entirely pressed against your back, and a giant hand collected the two cups and placed them on the counter in front of you.

“Than-Thank you, Sheriff”. You couldn’t help the stammer with having him practically on top of you, pushing firmly against your back so that your stomach ached from being forced into the kitchen side.

“It’s my pleasure, Sweet”, he replied with a tone you’d never heard before, low but authoritative. Before you could contemplate it any further, he shifted, and the bulge that you had once been against your thigh was now pressing against your lower back. You weren’t even breathing with the thoughts spiralling through your mind, anticipation and arousal returning with such a blow that you visibly shivered. The warm breath of the Sheriff then caressed the skin of your neck as he lowered his face. “I saw you staring at me in the car, those pretty doe eyes looking at their Sheriff in such a naughty way”.

Your mouth opened, prepared to try and defend yourself in a way you weren’t actually sure how, but his arms resting on either side of you, further trapping you in place, had any words dying on the tip of your tongue. “It’s fine, Darlin’. I was looking too. You’re just so damn breathtaking; all I’ve wanted to do this week is eat you right up”.

A mewl slipped past your lips as your eyes fluttered close and his nose brushed against your jaw. Lee smiled, hearing the pathetic noise, his body rutting against yours in response, “I know you want it too. I could feel how warm your arousal was as I was cleaning your knee, all flushed between those legs of yours. You just need someone to look after you, don’t you, Sweetheart?”

You were losing your mind, more whimpers bubbling from your chest as your head rolled back onto his shoulder, head tilting away to expose more of your neck for him. The Sheriff chuckled darkly, his lips skimming over your cheek as the two of you slowly rocked into one another, swaying on the spot.

You knew you should stop this before it escalated any further. He was your boss. Your Sheriff and you were sure it was somewhere in your contract that this sort of relationship shouldn’t form, but he was just so breathtaking, and you felt needy and lonely.

“Tell me you want this. I want to hear you say it”, he whispered against your ear, rocking his hips into your body still.

You spoke with the most confidence you could muster at that moment, “I want you, Sheriff Bodecker, I want this - please give it to me!”

He didn’t respond verbally at first. The Sheriff simply removed the water from the stove, turning off the heat. The chest against your back vibrated as he hummed his approval, one of his hands moving to cup your jaw. “Good girl. Now open those legs for me. Is this your first time?”

You swallowed audibly, widening your stance and spreading your legs, still using Lee as a support to keep you upright as you shook your head. “No, me and my ex-boyfriend, we…” your words trailed off, not finding the courage to say what you were both referring to.

Lee laughed against your cheek as he began to fumble with the skirt of your dress, lifting it at the back and gathering it around your waist. “Fucked? That’s what you wanted to say, isn’t it? My sweet girl isn’t as innocent as she looks”, he taunts whilst pulling your panties down your legs until you’re stepping out of them.

A faint buzz began to pound in your ears as he continued to hold your jaw so that you couldn't look over your shoulder at what he was doing with his other hand. However, the zipper noise that creaked through the thick atmosphere informed you of his actions. You were breathing heavily through your gaped-open mouth, knuckles aching with how badly you were clutching onto the countertop.

This was really happening. Your boss was going to fuck you against the kitchen cupboards after only knowing you for a week. How did it even go from finishing paperwork to this? You weren’t able to contemplate anymore as Lee lewdly spat into his hand and moved in between your bodies, smothering the tip of his cock with his spit, and then he was pushing up against you once more.

You jolted at the presence of his cock between your legs, fumbling to find its home, pressing between your soaked folds as Lee sucked in a quick breath. “So wet for me already. Do you really like you Sheriff that much?”

“Yes, sir”, you answered, sounding downright pathetic and needy as you tried to move your hips to help him find where you wanted him most, but his hard body kept you firmly in place.

Finally, he nudged at your entrance and wasted no time pushing within. You cried out as his thickness began to stretch you open thoroughly and deeply. Inch and inch delved between your folds as you savoured the delectable burn that came with his cock. You should have anticipated his size, considering the bulge that you’d been feeling and staring at it, but you couldn’t help but rise onto the tips of your toes as he pushed in further until both of your hips slotted together.

“Lord, you’re tight”, he praised gruffly, holding you tight enough that it was sure to cause bruises, but you didn’t care as you were completely under his control. “Bet you taste good too”. Without any warning, he eased the pressure of his body back for a moment to allow space for his hand that wasn’t gripping your face to delve down the front of your body and press against your throbbing clit, gathering the slickness onto his fingers. You gasped frantically at the stimulation and then groaned at the loss as his hand moved to his mouth, and you were praised with the beautiful noise of him moaning as he licked your juices from his fingers. “Fuck, I was right, you taste so damn good I just know I’m going to be addicted to you. Why don’t you have a taste, Darlin’”.

Your clit was being pressed on by his wet fingers once more, and then he was shoving them into your already open more which he kept open with the hand around your jaw. With your need to please him, you sucked hungrily at the three fingers wedged between your teeth, tasting the saltness of your slick and the uniqueness of his saliva.

Both of his hands remained there as he finally began to pull out and then slammed back in, causing burning pleasure to burst between your legs. Lee rested his forehead against the side of your face as he began to roughly fuck into you, keeping you entirely still with the way he had you pinned to the cupboards.

You’d never felt pleasure like this before; each thrust of his cock was never-ending euphoria, tightening and wetting your cunt. You continued to suck his fingers, using them as some kind of crutch so that you didn’t lose control completely, even though you were moaning incessantly.

Your hands moved to grip his wrists, your nails now embedded into his skin and causing crescent-shaped marks. Lee growled at the spark of pain, using this to motivate his harsher fucking movements until his hips were a blur of in and out.

The moans you were producing increased in pitch and desperation as you could feel the coil in your abdomen tightening at an alarming pace. The Sheriff could feel you becoming tighter around him as he groaned, biting the lobe of your ear that sent hot pain down your throat.

“You gonna cum for me, Sweet? Why don’t you cum on my cock, and I’ll give you what you really want” his words were promising, and you were too far gone to understand the implications behind his words.

Somehow, Lee fucked you even harder until there was no holding back anymore, and you came with a gush of fluid seeping down your thighs and screams that were muffled by the fingers in your mouth.

“That’s a good girl, feel so good trying to milk my cock. Let’s give you what you want, gonna fill you up so damn good”. As your eyes rolled back, the fingers disappeared from your mouth, causing a string of spit to drip onto your chin as Lee pressed his wet hand against the cupboard above your head, using it to hold onto so he could fuck you at a brutal pace until he was cursing, baritone grunts echoing around the kitchen as he came.

The extra fluid flooded out of your hole, joining the mess that already coated your thighs as Lee’s softening cock slipped out. Neither of you moved, though, taking these precious moments to try and catch your breath and come down from the incredible high.

Apprehension started to fill your consciousness as you feared what was to come after this, so tentatively, you asked gently, “Please don’t leave me tonight”.

You wanted him to stay; you needed to feel his warmth and know that you hadn’t just made the biggest mistake of your life. Lee kissed the underside of your jaw, “Don’t worry, Darlin’, I’m not going anywhere”.

#lee bodecker #sheriff lee bodecker #lee bodecker smut #lee bodecker x reader #the devil all the time #mine* #kinktober #kinktober 2023

[cottonlemonade]

Keeping Quiet

word count: 864 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: post-time skip Suna x chubby!Reader

genre: smut?, at the very least very very suggestive, established relationship

warnings: mdni, nsfw, cursing

synopsis: Suna is enjoying his birthday present

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You were already regretting having opened this door for him. As a small surprise for your boyfriend’s birthday you had bought a pair of pretty, white panties with a little pocket. Not having had the opportunity to try them out thus far because of a tournament, it fell onto a week after Valentine’s Day to finally give in to his constant begging. Earlier, while you had been in the bathroom getting ready for your date, Suna sat at the kitchen table in his fitted black suit, playing with the quiet little vibrator that came along with the purchase, testing out the different settings on his phone, an ominous grin on his face.

Right now you were sitting in the passenger seat in the parking lot, wanting to grab your purse before heading into the restaurant, when you got the first suggestion of things to come tonight. Suna ran his hand up your inner thigh, gently stroking and squeezing your soft flesh like he often did but with his free hand selected a low firework setting on his phone. He grinned as you pressed your legs together in surprise, loving how you trapped his fingers between them. After two or three buzzes, he turned it off again.

“This is going to be so much fun.”, and with that, he opened the door and helped you out of the car.

The restaurant had a busy, yet comfortable atmosphere. You were led to a corner table, set with a bouquet of pretty flowers and crystal glasses.

“I’m so happy to have some time with you again.”, he said sweetly and leaned in to kiss you, not missing a beat and turning on the lowest setting as his lips softly moved against yours.

“Uhm, this is a restaurant, not a club, keep it in yer pants.”, both of you looked up to see Hinata and Atsumu standing by your table, a look of mock disgust on the blonde‘s face while the other beamed as usual.

“What are you doing here?”, Suna asked, a crease forming between his brow.

“Just out for dinner and ya talked so much about this place lately, we thought we’d check it out. Mind if we join ya? The other tables are all taken.”

Your shoulders sagged a little as you exchanged looks with Suna and then nodded at the two boys, believing your little experiment to surely be ruined now. So you let out a small surprised squeak when you felt the vibrations being turned up for a few seconds, before being turned off again. You threw a questioning glance at your boyfriend, but he pretended like nothing had happened, just interlacing his fingers with yours on the table and starting a conversation with the others.

In utter disbelief about his boldness, you joined in, trying to keep your thoughts straight, while also staying on alert for any possible ambushes. Hinata was just complimenting Suna on his performance in his latest game, when the vibrations started up again.

At some point after the entré, he just left it on a constant low buzzing, either because he forgot to turn it off completely or - more likely - because he wanted to see how far he could go before you broke and gave yourself away.

To add insult to injury, he had begun to caress your thigh under the table again.

“You’re doing so well, princess.”, he praised you quietly, “Keep it up and you’ll get a reward when we’re back home.”

During the main course, the conversation turned to you and what you had been up to since the last time they saw you and you had to close your eyes, when your little bastard of a boyfriend, turned the setting up again. You squeezed his hand, hoping he would get the hint. He did not. You were in the middle of telling them a story about your current project when he chose a setting that was sending random surges of vibrations of varying levels between your legs.

“Yer really just always on yer phone, huh?”, Atsumu asked, a little annoyed.

“You‘re right, I’ll put it away.” And he did. Still leaving it on that setting with you in hell.

Oblivious as ever, Hinata gave you an encouraging nod to continue your story, but Atsumu suddenly squinted in suspicion, looking imploringly at Suna, who offered him the smallest of winks.

The blonde‘s eyes widened in realization and looked down at his plate, a slight blush creeping into his cheeks.

You started to shift in your seat and more than once lost your train of thought.

You wanted to scream, you wanted to grab your boyfriend’s hand and show him what he had done to you. Instead you mumbled something about a minor headache and fell silent. Hinata turned to Atsumu to ask about dessert. From the outside appearing to be a concerned boyfriend, Suna put his arm around your shoulder, while his free hand moved up under your dress for the third time this evening. With a devilish smirk on his lips, he leaned close to your ear and said, his voice dripping with condescension, “I know it’s difficult to focus, but try a little harder.”

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art: @ruirui07131 on Twitter

#suna x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #suna x reader #suna smut #suna rintarou #hq suna #hq smut #haikyuu smut #chubby reader

[blingblong55]

Stay professional- 141

A/n: I have no idea what picture to use…

Based on a request:

Doctor reader who has incredibly dark humor that most times their patients/the guys think their serious --- GN!Reader, doctor!reader, platonic!relationship ---

A/N: Just the jokes ig because my head is a mess rn

The first time meeting you did scare them. "You have very little time," You told Price as you fixed his arm during the flight. His eyes widened, "what?!" Gaz, Ghost and Soap swore the injury was minor. "What?" you asked and Price swore it was the morphine messing with him. "Oh, no…you aren't dead…dead.whatever I said, I meant, with the scar…you have very little time with this scar, it'll heal fast," you reassure and he breathes a sigh of relief. "Who the hell got us this doctor?" Ghost asks the team and you shrug. "I'm not even a doctor, just an infantry soldier," you casually mention and Price nearly faints.

"Oh, I'm kidding!" you laugh. "Y'all need to have some humour," you nudge Gaz who was beside you. "Humour? Humour?! Look 'ere you little-" Ghost gets stopped by Price. "Not now, they have a needle in their hand." Your hands working fast to get Price ready for the long way back home. Now and then check on him and then glance at the others. "Weather is nice out there?" Soap and Ghost glare. Gaz stays silent. "Not a friendly team?" You look at the three men. No one said a word. "Good thing I showed up, huh," you once more try and make the flight back to baseless awkward.

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It was months since the initial welcome they gave you and now they've gotten used to you. Well, not really but you just believe they are.

You were sent back for them on a different occasion. More men in the team as they had just come back from another long and deadly mission. You were fixing a patient when one taps on your shoulder. After some conversation, you tell them, "Take one for each day of the week," the pills sit on your palm. "But there's only three pills," the soldier said. Price sighed. "Exactly." The man's life flashed before his eyes. "I'm just kidding, these three will help until we get back," You pat his back and the man's life comes back to him.

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Price and his men were in the infirmary when you walked in. White attire on you as you walked to a man who had been waiting for results. His file on your hand as you walk to him. Ghost listened to whatever bull shit would come out of your mouth. "So, what's the problem doctor?" the ill soldier spoke. "What's your zodiac sign?" You casually ask. "Uhm…cancer I believe." You nod, "what a coincidence no?" The man was about to tear up when you walked away and to the next patient. Ghost was beyond bewildered as he watched you leave the man.

---

Another time when the team was left with a gasp was when you had to inform a child that their parents had died in combat. The little girl didn't know where to go or who to until they tugged on her white coat. "Excuse me, doctor, can you help me?" The little girl said. You knew well who it was, and out of nervousness, you said, "I wish I could, but I'm currently helping families and you're an orphan."

Price was left with an audible gasp from his sergeants and a deep chuckle from Ghost.

---

A soldier who was known to be the barracks bunny got tested and you had to deliver the news. Once more, 141 was there for a routine checkup when they saw you walk to the person. "I have your diagnosis," you carefully said. "Well what are the results, I don't have all day." The soldier said. "Well it's a clear positive for being a slut, but you go and slay your way on their infected dicks, honey," you walk away from the patient and to them. "Gaz, you're up next, then Soap, Price and then Ghost, we need a serious talk sugar," you walk into your office.

"Seriously, the rookie?" Soap looked at his lieutenant.

---

On another mission, Chimera and 141 worked as allies, and Soap got injured. You walked to him. "Hi, how are you?" You ask as you sit beside him. "I'm fine, thank you." He says politely. "So why the fuck did they say you need medical attention?" Price rolled his eyes as Gaz chuckled when he understood the joke. "To work, doctor," Price's gravelly voice said.

---

A young recruit needed serious medical attention after a bomb exploded by him. After hours of working on his body, Price who commanded the soldier came up to you. "Is he okay? The bomb exploded by his left side-"

"He's all right.." you chuckle and then apologise. "Sorry, uhm..yeah… stabilised" ---

It was time for you to end your shift, the men after some time got used to you and just waited for you to walk with them. "Night, doc," Soap walked his way with Gaz to their rooms. "You have some dark humour, doctor," Ghost comments. You grin, "Well you know what they say," you shrug. "What do they say?" Price made the accident of asking. "Dark humour is like food-" Price walked away when you said that. "R/N, don't you dare finish that sentence," Ghost commanded but gave you a fist bump. "Good one though," he chuckles.

#cod mw2 #cod x reader #cod #mwii #cod 141 #ghost cod #mw2 141 #task force 141 #141 #141 x reader #cod mwii #call of duty modern warfare 3 #call of duty modern warfare #cod price #cod soap #cod ghost #cod gaz #call of duty mw3 #cod mw #medic reader

[vxntagedior]

well oiled machine

summary | you can’t seem to face bucky after crashing one of his cars

pairing | beefy!mechanic!bucky barnes x fem!reader

warning | angst, car accidents, fluff ending

word count | 1.0k

The shock blanket that was wrapped around you, wasn’t helping with your shock.

You kept muttering curses under your breath, your eyes wide, the adrenaline still rushing through your body. 

The entire intersection was blocked off, numbers of officers and paramedics were at the scene. The one ambulance held you, one of the paramedics, patching up the gash on your forehead from the impact causing you to hit your head against the steering wheel.

The other was for the man who crashed into you. Your light had just turned green and as you started to cross the intersection to keep going straight, a truck tried to pass his light before it turned red, not getting in time, running the red, and driving straight into the side of your car.

Well Bucky’s car, not yours.

Your car had been leaking, and Bucky brought it into his shop to figure out the problem and let you borrow his car for the day, his Camaro that he worked so hard to restore. And you finally realized you hadn’t called him.

Trying to grab your bag, you were pulled back, the paramedic scolding you for moving while they tried to get the stitches in. 

Still not seeing the car, being surrounded by paramedics and police you never saw the damage. A tow truck came onto the scene, and you prayed it was the other car that was going to get wheeled on. 

Fear struck your face when you saw the Camaro being wheeled on, the entire passenger’s side destroyed, the mirror just gone and the door barely hanging onto the hinges.

You felt tears cascade down your cheeks finally seeing the damage that happened, Bucky poured his heart and soul into the car and you wrecked it within a second. 

The medic was still tending to your wounds when you heard the shouting.

“Where is she, Y/n! Y/n!”

Your heart flared, hearing the familiar through the crowd of people, looking over the shoulder of the paramedic to see your boyfriend flow through the way of officers and firefighters.

He had been held back by two police officers, seeing the three of them argue before they let go under the tap, watching him run closer and closer towards you.

“Thank god.” Bucky muttered when he saw you sitting in the back of the rig. The medic had just finished with you, placing another piece of gaze over your forehead before going off in a different direction.

His eyes were frantic, his eyes searching over your body for any more injuries. “You were just going out to the bank and you were gone too long so I went to check and I saw the accident and the car.”

The moment he mentioned the car, your eyes started to water and your bottom lip started to quiver.

“Hey it’s okay.” Bucky thinking you were hurt, holding you gently.

“I’m sorry.” You sobbed, resting the side of your head on his shoulder. “I should have been looking more carefully, I could have seen you coming before I drove across and now your car is destroyed and you put some much work into it.”

Bucky furrowed his brows, looking back at the car then towards you again, opening his mouth to speak before you cut him off. 

“I’ll pay you back.” You gasped. “I a few hundred dollars saved up, I know it’s not enough but-”

“Baby.”

“I’ll put my paychecks towards it-”

“Doll.”

“And hopefully maybe-”

“Y/n, stop talking.” He finally got his word across. “I don’t care about the car, I don’t care about you paying you back.”

“But-”

“Stop.” He said loudly. “I thought I almost lost you.”

His voice started to quiver. “I saw the car, and everything flashed before my eyes and no one was telling me anything so I had to go out and figure it out myself. You don’t understand how happy I am that you are right in front of me in one piece. You’re okay. I can replace the car, I can look for more parts, I can’t do that with you, I can’t replace you.”

Bucky didn’t know he was crying, until you used the edge of your sleeve to wipe the tears that were on his cheeks.

“I’m-”

“You better not say you’re sorry.”

“I love you.” You said instead, smiling softly. 

“I love you too, so much.” He sighed.

-

Standing in the garage of Bucky’s shop, the two of you stood in front of the car.

Bucky was able to get the camaro back from the tow truck, happy that the two were close enough for him to get it back so easily.

You didn’t understand why he was restoring it, he had endless cars, another camaro but he just said it was okay.

“Should be good, test it out baby.” Bucky smiled through the window. Turning the key, hearing the sound of the engine start, he smiled. Turning the engine back off you got out of the car seeing how giddy he was.

“Why are you so happy?” You teased.

“Because I got your birthday gift.” He smiled, “Surprise.”

You didn’t understand at first looking around before you turned back to the car.

“Your car.” You said in awe. “B, I can’t take this.”

“You will.” He insisted. “Registered in your name and everything, it’s all yours.”

Squealing, you wrapped your hands around his neck, hugging him tightly. His arms naturally wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer into his stomach. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You smiled ear to ear.

Bucky returned the gesture, turning you around so both of you were facing the car, his arm still wrapped around your waist.

“What do you say about taking it out for a little test drive?” He smirked. “Test out the waters.”

“I don’t know.” You muttered, you were still cautious since the accident a few months ago, Bucky kept explaining to you how it wasn’t your fault and you were a good driver.

“Hey, I’m right here.” He reassured. “We’ll be okay.”

Your hands gripped on the steering wheel as you continued to get closer and closer to the accident sight, Bucky noticed the distress, wrapping one of his hands around your thigh, squeezing it lightly..

“See.” He said. “We’re good.”

You smiled, giving me a quick look before turning back to the road, the two of you riding downtown together. 

fin.

#bucky barnes x reader #beefy!bucky barnes x reader #beefy!mechanic!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #beefy!bucky #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes x girlfriend!reader #bucky barnes au

[notroosterbradshaw]

slow dancing in a burning room - four

word count: 4.4k

warnings: nsfw 18+, smut, language, angst, fluff.

part of: The Boyfriend Experience universe

a/n: thanks to those who read, reblogged and commented on previous chapters. you’re doing god’s work. I know this series is a bit different to what you’re used to from me, so I hope you keep reading. I truly appreciate all the effort you make to show your support x

three.

You reckoned you’d read the same passage of writing a dozen times since you’d received word Bradley had arrived back in San Diego. He had his phone back on him and while he’d told you a dozen times over that all the checks were routine and above board, the sinking feeling that he’d ditched his plane was all that was running through your head and the single question:

Why? 

You’d almost lost him, you didn’t know how and you didn’t know why, but you almost lost him. You couldn’t connect the dots, he was notorious for his safe predictability, but something just didn’t add up. Mission a success, target achieved (whatever it was, you didn’t give half a shit about the semantics and told Natasha as such when you spoke to her) but nothing was cut and dry and you couldn’t stop thinking about how it might have gone wrong.

Adding insult to injury, you weren’t allowed to see him until he’d had complete further testing tomorrow (at the earliest) and was declared fit enough to be discharged. Your phone rang a while later and you were so relieved to see Natasha’s local number, she was back stateside also. “Nat, hey,” you answered softly.

“Hi,” she said, sounding as tired as your felt. The last thing she needed to be doing was calling you at such a late hour. “I probably woke you, huh?”

You scoffed a laugh. “Found out the love of my life was in a mid-air incident a few days back, and I still can’t see him even though he’s only a few miles away. Trust me when I say that I am not sleeping.”

“Yeah,” Natasha couldn’t say she was surprised. “I’ll bet.”

“Do you have any updates?”

“No, they just want to keep an eye on the concussion after this evening’s scan. He’s okay, talking, but sore. He’s got a few bumps and bruises, some bleeding they need to keep an eye on.”

You knew all of this. Bradley had been trying to keep you as up-to-date as he’d allow but you knew he was going out of his way to keep things light. He mentioned about 8pm he’d been given some pretty hefty meds to knock him out and help with some swelling. “Think I can come in tomorrow?”

“Of course. But I think he’s hoping to be out by tomorrow. He’s pushing pretty hard for a release,” Natasha told you and he’d told you the same.

“Thanks, Nat.”

“Of course,” she said like it was no big thing.

“And how are you?” you asked softly.

“I’m okay,” she admitted. “Tired. Glad to be home.”

“I’ll bet. Can I do anything for you?”

“Naw,” she admitted. “I’ll see you tomorrow though, okay?”

“Okay. Thanks Nat.”

“Of course,” she said before mumbling a quiet goodnight and hanging up.

The clock told you it was nearly 2:30am and while you yawned on instinct, you knew you wouldn’t be sleeping until you were allowed to see your man who was all alone in that cold, sterile hospital bed across town.

Hearing the phone ding, you sighed, picking it up again but a gentle smile formed seeing Bradley’s name and a simple, “Love you, sweet girl x”

The next morning, you were waiting at the nurse’s station as soon as visiting hours opened. Addressed formally by the nurse who chuckled at your eagerness, you stated Bradley’s room number and she knew who you were immediately. “512,” she repeated as you gently patted the desk and thanked them kindly, wandering doing the hallway towards Bradley’s room.

You hated hospitals. The nose-stinging smell, the sounds of machines beeping and shivering from the cold.

His door was open a crack and you could hear Sportscenter. God, there was going to be a lot of this over the next few weeks, you realised. You gently knocked on the door and carefully poked your head in. Bradley sat up, a grin pulling to his face excitedly and immediately cursed, flinching back against the pillows, grabbing his ribs. “Oh Bradley,” you came in and stood beside him. “Guess I don’t need to ask how the ribs are, huh?” you brushed back his wild curls back and tenderly kissed his forehead.

“Please kiss me properly,” he begged as you lovingly cupped his chin, unfamiliar with its stubble and did as requested, sweet and placid, he was in a hospital bed after all. “Hi, baby. I missed you so much,” he whispered, his voice raspier in its underuse as you pressed single kisses into his lips again.

“I missed you too. I’m so glad to see you,” you admitted. Albeit… here. “How are you feeling?”

“Okay,” he admitted. “Pretty banged up. Ribs are fucking killing me.”

“Can see that,” you continued to smooth back his hair, thumb brushing carefully against his forehead.

“No breaks, no fractures,” he reported. “Concussion is what they’re most concerned about. Head is pretty sore,” he supposed, shifting carefully on the hospital bed. “Come up here with me.”

“I’ll stay here,” you reassured him, grabbing the seat near the door and dragging it over.

“Love, please?” he asked, his tone meek. Sad, maybe a little scared and you stopped because there was a tone in his sweet rasp you’d never heard from him before and nodded, going back to the bed and scampering up at daintily as you could, not wanting to cause any disturbance to his aches.

You inspected Bradley closely and he winced under your gaze. If not for a few scratches and what you imagined was a lot of concealed contusions, he seemed perfectly fine. “Thank God. Handsome as always,” you joked, knowing he needed the respite, holding his face and kissing him again. “I didn’t think I was going to see you again,” you admitted quietly. 

“I’m sorry, love. I’m here. I’m safe with you,” he murmured. “It wasn’t supposed to turn out this way…”

“What happened, Bradley? You’re so safe out there,” your inquisitiveness getting the best of you as he gazed back, sheepishly and was interrupted by a knock.

“Doc,” Bradley said, relieved by the intrusion. “Good morning.”

“Good morning, Lieutenant,” his doctor wandered in and addressed you personally, obviously knowing exactly who you were whether Bradley had worded him up previously or not, you weren’t sure. “How’s your grandpa?” he asked you, picking up Bradley’s chart and contemplating his report.

“Uhh, he’s good,” you said, annoyed momentarily at how notorious the Metcalfe name was around this town. It wasn’t the time to be asking about Grandpa. You gave Bradley some space and stood up. He reached for your hand which you took in yours. He gave you a small smile. “Thanks.”

“Good to hear,” he peered up over the paperwork, eyes friendly as he approached Bradley and pulled out his torch, Bradley submissively looked up to have his eyes reviewed. “Pupils, corneas receptive. The good news is the concussion isn’t as bad as first indicated, Lieutenant. CT and MRI scans are positive. But obviously, post-ejection,” he continued as Bradley could feel your eyes shift to him, hot under your stare that cast daggers at him as you started adding up all he’d been through. He flushed and avoided your scrutiny, pretending to listen intently to the doctor. “We are going to be concerned about your spine. Your x-rays show no fractures, which is a great result.”

“Any chance I can bug out today?” Bradley’s asked, his light joke ill-timed as you loosened your grip on his calloused palm and he looked back at you warily, as you crossed your arms tightly across your chest.

The doctor snickered. “We assume so. A few more tests and you should be able to sleep in your own bed tonight.”

“Feel like I might be in the doghouse,” Bradley muttered, forcing a smile, placing his hands in his lap, and wringing his fingers together like a scolded child.

“I’m sure you’re just happy to have him home?” the doctor looked at you, trying to diffuse the situation that was brewing.

“Of course,” you forced. “Just glad he’s home… after punching out.”

“That was the first time you’d heard that, I presume?”

“Something like that.”

“Baby, I’ll explain all I can when we’re home, okay?” Bradley reached for your hand again and stepping forward, you begrudgingly took it.

“Okay.”

“Would you be upset if we just relax in the bedroom?” Bradley asked. After trudging up the stairs to the apartment, he was out of breath and headed straight for the living room.

“Of course not. I realise we’re not going to be popping bottles tonight,” you sighed as he laughed quietly. “Let me get you some water and I’ll meet you in bed, okay?”

He shook his head. “No, you come with me,” he gave a coy grin, leading you to the bedroom and pressing you back against the door. He grasped your jaw, took your face in and smiled weakly before kissing you deeply. “I missed the way you taste,” he admitted, almost drunk on you. “I didn’t think I was going to be able to do this again.”

You felt your mind blank because at no time was this ever a risk for you and you didn’t know how close he was to not coming home but the more he alluded to it, it almost seemed certain that not returning was a sad affirmative. You were terrified to ask for the full story and while you knew he wasn’t at liberty to say anything, you remained passive but blood was filling your mouth as your bit your tongue. You gently pulled back to look at him and he softened a little.

“What, love?” he whispered, searching your face. When he didn’t get a response, he changed his tack and lowered his lips to your jaw, his palms gripping your hips and closing in the gap to keep you trapped. He sighed against your skin. “You smell so good, feel so soft, my sweet girl,” he pressed his muscular thigh between yours and released your hips to grasp your wrists and drag them above your head.

He was hard and craving, desperate for you and you found it hard to resist him. “Bradley, I don’t want to hurt you,” you muttered faintly, and his tongue paused tracing at your clavicle. “Come on, stop,” your palms eased against his waist, giving you some breathing room. 

“You could never hurt me,” he swore. “I know you couldn’t.”

“You’re aching, sweetheart,” you urged him softly.

“When I tell you that there is nothing that could stop this, I’m being completely honest. I need to feel at home. Let me bury myself in you, please?” he huffed against your skin, his stubble unfamiliar and rubbing against you. “Kiss me, love. Fall into this with me,” he begged, feeling the hesitation dripping from you.

“You doctor’s said bedrest, Bradley,” you said warily.

“Then take me to bed,” he turned it against you and in a simple feat of strength, he lifted you into his arms. You didn’t miss the slight grimace and it only made you feel worse.

“Bradley…”

“I got this,” he reassured you and opened the bedroom door. He needed to prove to you that it was a couple of scratches and a few bruises. No big deal. The room was exactly how he remembered it, and he was enveloped by the scent of your perfume, rooting him firmly home. He noted you’d left some clean sweats at the end of his side on your bed and his side drawn. Painkillers, a wheat bag. A glass of water waiting and a book he didn’t recognise but could faintly make out The Mamba Mentality. “You put all this together?” he asked fondly. He would never admit it, but it was such a homely welcome. His bones ached, and his head was splitting but his heart lurched, it all looked so inviting. He would be so incredibly touched you’d even consider him this way.

“Well, yeah…” you said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You ejected from a plane and I’m sure there is plenty more you have to tell me about that...” you hinted, subtle as a motherfucking sledgehammer. “I figured you might need a little TLC,” you said modestly. 

He chewed his lip to bite back his smile. “All right, you got me. Take me to bed, sweet girl,” he gently released you and you smiled, taking him by the hand towards the bed.

“Do you want to shower first?”

“Actually, yeah. I’d love a shower,” he agreed. Warm his bones, relieve his joints.

“Or think I could lure you into a nice warm bath?”

He squinted. “Would I be bathing alone? Or with the woman I love, slippery, wet and naked with me?”

You pondered it and couldn’t resist your grin. Even in a world of pain, he was trying to get close to you. “I guess I could join you. Go take a seat and let me run the bath, okay?”

“Okay, sweet girl. Come here first…” he begged to kiss you and you willingly obliged. One of those curl your toes, and turn you into a bag of bones. The ones he was really fucking good at. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Bradley,” you said, a little dreamily, trying to get out of the fog of his embrace. “I was so scared I’d never see you again.”

“Oh, my baby,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry I scared you. I was scared too. But I’m home, and I am safe with you,” he slowly guided you back and you both eased on the bed. It didn’t go amiss the hiss he elicited when he moved to his back and tried to pull you above him.

“Bradley, you’re hurting,” you sighed as he put his index finger to his lips and blow out a gentle shh. You paused and sat beside him. “I know you’re happy to be home. Relieved, all the good things. But you need to rest, okay?” you moved to stand and went towards the bedroom. “Let me run that bath…” you told him as he begrudgingly nodded.

He was kidding himself if he thought you weren’t noticing the agony he was going through and you ran the bath, turning the water on full to drown out how he called for you to return to him in the bedroom.

Sure, he looked the same, he smelled the same, just as handsome. His beautiful face was marred with a few cuts and scratches, a small gash taped up on the side of his neck. But the doctor had made no secret bout the rib contusions. He was lucky to not have broken any bones with the blunt force traumas his body was subjected to. He would have headaches for a while and there would be physical therapy to ensure his body was in the right working order when he was able to get back in the air.

You couldn’t even fathom having him fly again, you didn’t know how you could trust yourself to get through this again. You almost lost him, and you knew you’d only just found him. You didn’t realise it, but tears were streaming down your face as Bradley made his way to the bathroom and found you.

“Love, are you okay?” he asked confused, coddling you into his arms. He held your face in his palms and kissed your forehead. “Sweet girl, tell me what’s wrong.”

“I almost lost you, Bradley,” you spat out before you could think of replying with some decorum.

“Oh, baby,” he said, frown lines melding into his skin. “I’m right here.”

“I was so scared. I have never been that scared,” you confided. “And I didn’t even have time to contemplate losing you. Because all I heard was that you were injured. But then Nat said you were alive, and in pretty good shape… all things considered.”

“Adrenaline,” Bradley admitted. “I was just glad to get back to the boat…”

“What can you tell me,” you held his face too, your fingers digging into the sharp edges of his stubble. He gazed at you, the apology in his eyes. “My brain needs to know. I can’t process this.”

“I’m sorry I did that to you,” was all he replied. 

“I’ve never been through anything like that, Bradley. And I’ve seen some shit happen in the Navy.”

“I know, love. I know,” he cooed sweetly, his lips tenderly caressing yours. “I love you, I’m sorry,” he murmured against your mouth as you watched him pull away, the water in the rub overflowing to the floor.

“Fuck,” you muttered, easing past him and turning off the tap. Bradley retrieved the towels and tossed them over the water that was now covering the tiles. “I’m sorry.”

He laughed roughly, hitching a breath. “It’s some warm water. It’s okay. Don’t you dare apologise, love.”

You put your hand into the tub, a little more water overflowing as you rocked the flow and pulled the plug, letting the hot water scald you as it escaped. You put the plug back in when it appeared just the right amount of water for him to sit in comfortably. Warm his bones, soothe his aches, anchor him home. “Let me help you,” you said quietly.

“Thank you,” he said. He’d managed to dress himself at the hospital, but he may as well get the inevitable over. He took your hands as they began to pull his tee from his sweatpants. “Love, I just want to warn you…”

“About what?” you asked.

“I’m a bit banged up. Doc reckons I’m not at my worst yet.”

“Oh,” you said, carefully easing the white cotton up over his taut belly, his robust ropes of muscle firing as you touched him, the red and blue and yellow and purple running up his chest, and his right side. Fuck, if it was expected to get worse - “Oh, Bradley,” you said softly. You’d never seen bruising like it.

“Won’t be winning any beauty pageants for the next little while,” he joked.

“Please, you’d still win, pretty boy,” you quipped back at him without hesitation as he grinned dumbly. “Can you lift your arms?”

“Yeah,” he did as he was asked and tentatively raised them. He knew you didn’t miss the shudder in his breath, and you raised the tee before you discarded it.

“Oh, Bradley,” you said again.

“Hope I’m still enough for you,” he prayed you weren’t repulsed because from what he could spot in the mirror across from him? He was.

“I could never,” your cool hands splayed across his side ribs, and it relieved him. You bobbed a little to kiss his belly. His breathing hitched as he realised you were kissing bruises.

“That makes me feel so much better, love,” he inhaled, his voice still laced with desire.

He watched your hands lace into his sweatpants, easing them off his hips skilfully. You ignored that he was half-hard but he couldn’t help it, not with the care and consideration you were showing his ravaged body. You discarded his boxer briefs and he willingly stepped out of them, desperate to feel your skin against his. He held your hips, pressing his lip to yours. “Please join me?”

You nodded, raising you ratty, overworn sweater over your head. You reckoned you’d worn it since you’d got the news about him, you couldn’t fathom the idea to shower in case the phone rang, let alone sleep.

He hummed, his warm, large palms grasping all the skin they could before he skimmed the seams of your bralette and helped you remove it. He ducked slightly to decorate your decolletage in soft kisses and affectionate nips, his strong nose following the curve of your shoulder. He tossed the bralette away and his index fingers slinked to your tights and undies, no need to games. He watched you remove them and move from his grasp towards the bath, getting in first.

He could see you didn’t trust to relax against him, but he was okay with being the little spoon. He bit his lip, watched you lower yourself into the steaming water and you gave him a light grin, reaching your hand for his.

He could have broken every rib, nay every bone in his body, but it wouldn’t stop him from joining you. He was as careful as he could be, chewing back his agony as he crouched between your legs and laid back to rest himself against you. The way your curves welcomed him, how your thighs curled around him, your breasts pressing into his back. Soft, pliable, delicate. “This tub is tiny,” he realised decisively as you laughed and although you couldn’t see it, Bradley’s eyes fluttered closed. Bliss, church bells at your giggles.

You couldn’t afford an argument. “Agreed. Do you want me out?”

“No, no. Stay close to me,” he found your wrists and laced his fingers with yours, resting against his toned stomach. “I’m not letting you go.”

You rested your lips against the nape of his neck and felt his shudder as you placed single kisses in random spots. “I didn’t have time to think I’d never see you again,” you said softly. “I’m just so glad you’re home, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry I scared you…” he said lowly. He played with your fingers, thinking how nice a single band around your ring finger would look. You’d never much discussed marriage, but you both knew your relationship was heading in that direction. He hoped sooner rather than later but you both had so much life to live together, as individuals but also partners. He had too much time to think in that fucking hospital bed about his wants and needs even if he already felt like he had it all because he had you.

But there was so much more to discover with you. Living together would be one thing, but vacations, big life events, babies. He never really thought about children before you. He never really thought about having children at all. But now there didn’t seem a way for a future without you and him creating a family. He couldn’t imagine tripping over kids, maybe just one or two and maybe some space in the backyard to toss around the baseball, or watching you show your sweet baby how to swim. The thought actually made his heart burst with pride.

“Bradley…” you repeated. He was so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t heard you.

“Sorry, love. What?”

“Where were you?”

He chuckled quietly. “In a galaxy far, far away.”

“You’re such a fucking nerd.”

“You know this about me though.”

“How hard you hit your head on that canopy?” you teased.

“Concussion was cleared,” he reminded you a little sternly. If it wasn’t cleared, he’d still be laying in the fucking hospital bed trying to find excuses to claw out of it.

“I said I heard your stomach growling. Were you getting hungry?” you repeated slowly, annunciating your words.

“I am a little, smart ass,” he admitted, snapping in a clipped tone as you giggled behind him. “But I don’t want to get out yet. Naked giggler behind me making me feel incredible.”

You laughed harder as he grinned wide, just like you hoped he was. “The water will be cold soon,” you reminded him.

“I’ll keep you warm.”

“You’re not medically approved for anything physical,” you sang behind him.

“You seem excited by that,” he murmured.

“Not in the least,” you admitted. “I just don’t want you in any discomfort.”

“Let me be the judge, huh?” he said softly and laughed loudly as you withdrew your linked fingers and gave a thumb’s up. He cursed. “Fuck, laughing hurts…” he moaned. “Shit.”

You sighed. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologise, love. It won’t be like this long.”

“I don’t want to be the cause of you any pain, Bradley.”

“You could never,” he reassured you. His skin exploded into goose pimples as you kissed his shoulders and traps. “God, you’re making me so hard, love,” he muttered. “These mixed messages are killing me.”

“Down, boy,” your tongue tracing the well-worked muscles. “Let me love on you a bit. I’m not trying to work you up, I’m just happy you’re home. Do you want me to stop?”

“Nooo…” he tried to contain his excitement, his cock resting back on his tummy, long, thick and wanting. Clearly, nothing physiologically wrong there, he realised, incredibly relieved. “I’m trying my damnedest not to get worked up with when the sexiest woman alive – ”

“Debatable.”

“Sexiest woman alive is workin’ me over so fuckin’ good,” his voice was sinfully low. “When she is takin’ the time to show you that you’re all that matters? There’s nothing sexier, sweet girl. You’re driving me wild,” his head lolled further back and you gently bit into the flesh of his neck. “Fuck me,” he drawled. Needing respite, he carefully reached for his cock. “I’m sorry, love. I can’t help it, you’re too good to me. I need this,” he lightly made work of the situation in hand, his cock pulsating with need as you massaged his pecs, considerate of pressure and any pain you might have caused him. You couldn’t resist watching over his shoulder as he continued pumping himself in his hands and you’d deny it to the grave, but you were awestruck at the fluid movement of his body, the way his body clenched under tension. You loved watching him touch himself and ware what made him feel good.

“You’re so sexy,” you thighs widening and pressing your core against his back. “I could never forget this…”

He whined, reaching back to kiss you roughly, pumping his hand faster and with more pressure and he shuddered in your hold. You knew he was so close to coming and within seconds, his pearly cum spurt, cascading across his chest, abs and palm with an aggrieved groan against your mouth. “Holy fuck,” he panted, dousing his hands in the water before he reached around to palm your face and kiss you deeply. He rested his forehead against yours and you knew he must have been in pure agony. “I love you so fuckin’ much.”

“I love you too, Bradley,” you kissed the apples of his cheeks, his eyebrows, his chin, the bridge of his nose, and his lips again.

A few moments later, you both started to realise the water was starting to cool and you volunteered to get out of the tub first and help him from the bath without incident. He let out a litany of curses as he moved to push himself to his feet and grinned when standing. “That hurt. I’m probably not having another bath in the next while.”

“Fair,” you agreed with him, wrapping your towel around your chest and offering your hands to him. “Please be careful, Bradley.”

“My legs are strong,” he told you. “But the fuckin’ ribs, Jesus Christ.”

“How about you pound those painkillers after this, and I’ll order some food in?” you suggested as he skilfully stepped over the rim and onto the bathmat with you. You tucked the fluffy towel around his waist, water dribbling down his chest as he gave you that sweet quirk of the lips and he kissed you again, safe and secure in your arms.

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[ms-unfortunate24]

NO THOUGHTS JS KEEGAN X MEDIC! READER🙏🏽🙏🏽⁉️⁉️ -💋

Keegan x Medic Reader

(Reader by default will be Gender neutral unless specified by requestee. First request making me giggle🤭🤭)

Reader Inserts: Y/N= Your name, Y/L= Your last name, Y/CN= your code name, Y/H= your hair, Y/HC= your hair color, E/C= Eye color, H/S= Hair Style, N/N= Nickname.

You spun around in your chair, bored, and not able to focus on the paperwork you had to fill out for your last patient Logan Walker. Being a medic for the ghosts meant constant work, there were almost no breaks for you or the other medical staff. Each medic was assigned to their own team, and you just by the luck of the hat had Logan, Merrick, Hesh, Elias, Ajax, Keegan, and Kick. They’re oddly such a lively group, always making jokes, and asking questions even when they’re losing blood faster than a running faucet. Almost every member had visited you frequently… almost.

You shot up out of your seat in realization and searched your medical records on each member, “Keegan…. Keegan….Keegan P. Russ” you mumbled to yourself as you found his file, he had absolutely no visits to you and it’s been damn near three years. You had a file, it had his name, his basic information like height, weight, and medical history, but, no visits to you. You bit the inside of your cheek thinking long and hard about this. ‘Has he been going to a different medic? No, they would’ve reported it to me’ you thought sitting back down and spinning in your chair. ‘Maybe he’s a robot? He acts like one… a big, cold, dumb piece of metal-’ your seat was stopped by someone’s hand, and you looked up to see the legend himself. “Researching on me?” He quickly asked looking down at what you were holding in your hands, “Uhm, just a check on your file- Any reasoning for your visit?” You asked, your cheeks started to turn a certain shade as you realized he probably watched you spin the for a good minute.

He nods and gets up from the hunched position that he was in to peer in on you. You scooted your office chair back slightly and stood up, “Well then, Sargeant Russ, if you could please take a seat on the examination table,” you said motioning your hand towards the table, he limped over and sat on it, that was when you realized his right calf had a nasty gash in it, you looked at the floor and noticed a small trail of blood. “Uh?! Did you like not wanna tell me about that?!” You said rushing to grab a cloth and some disinfected spray. “I didn’t want to interrupt the spinning intermission,” he said as you sprayed the wound and dabbed the cloth on it to clean anything that could cause infection. “So what happened?” You asked looking up at the masked man, “I was jumping through a window, landed wrong, a chunk of glass got my calf and now I’m here,” He said looking away from you, but he avoided coming to you for three years and probably had far worse injuries…. He then looked over, his icy blue eyes looking at you, they were so dull it was like there was no soul there, usually when you were to look at someone with his eye color you could see more than you would with people who had darker eye colors. “You’re lost,” he said, you snapped out of the small trance and scanned his masked face in confusion. “What do you mean?” You titled your head slightly, “You’re just lost, and I’m still not bandaged up,” he said reaching his hand out to touch your arm, guiding you a bit closer to him. “Y/CN, I came to you for help, please don’t disappoint me,” he says as his face is only inches away, the smell of his mask’s paint, a bit of his sweat, dirt, and men’s cologne filled your senses.

Keegan’s POV:

I pulled them in by the arm, “Y/CN, I came to you for help, please don’t disappoint me,” I said as I looked them in their E/C eyes. I went three years avoiding them, I was scared of looking weak, but every time the team would come back from their office they would talk about how fun Y/CN was, how they would joke with them, scold them, how just by them visiting Y/CN their day would just get better. It finally got to me and I decided to stop taking things into my own hands and let a professional look at me, I mean there were so many times I fucked up a stitch… being this close to them made me realize how much I was missing out, they’re just so alluring, I admired their face for a hot minute before they cleared their throat that’s when I looked away. “I’ll be sure to finish you up and get you outta here as soon as possible then,” Y/CN said as they flashed a quick smile, They got up to go grab the medical supplies. I looked around their office, It was a standard office with F/C colored decorations all around, I saw a framed picture of them and a man who seemed to be from years before they joined.

Normal POV:

You came back with the supplies needed to care for Keegan’s gash, It wasn't too bad, just needed some bandages. You noticed his eyes wandering to a corner of your office, Turning your head to see what he was looking at you saw a picture of you and your friend from a resort vacation. “I'm attractive huh?” you said, Keegan snapped his head back so fast your heart dropped He didn't say anything either, he just looked at you. You shook off his reaction and got to bandaging him, You heard him wince a little and then looked up at him “I'm sorry are they on too tight?” He let out a breath and shook his head. “No, I am curious though, may I ask something?” Keegan says looking at you as you finish the bandaging process. “Sure, ask me anything!” you said, looking into his file and jotting down some notes. He shifted in his seat a bit before looking at you, “Are you free next week? Same time?” He asked, you looked up a bit confused by what he meant. “Well, I’d be in my office at this time, why?” You said, your attention was now fully on Keegan. “I’m going to be injured same time next week, so be ready for me,” Keegan says, he stands up and walks out of the room. That had to be the weirdest interaction you’ve ever had with someone but you did get what you asked for and that was a visit from Keegan…

Next day:

You were heading to your office around 06:00, your vision was quite blurred from yawning, you made it to your office door jumbling your keys and opening it. Before you stepped inside you accidentally kicked something, you looked down to see a gift bag, it was light blue with a navy blue stripe that crossed it diagonally. You picked the bag up and brought it inside your office, nobody had gotten you a gift at work before. You see the card attached to the outside of it and you open it. ‘Thanks for fixing me up yesterday, I’m sorry for never coming to you before. I asked for your schedule and saw that you were free on Saturday, maybe we could go get some coffee, my treat- Sargeant Russ’

My number-> XXX-XXX-XXXX

You smiled and then looked inside the bag, it was a book, the one you’d been telling everyone that you wanted to read. Once you took the book out there was something else in the bag, it was a cute duck plush. You laughed at it, trying to decide if the plush was cute or childish.

(Yeah lmk if we wanna see that date or not.)

#call of duty ghosts #keegan p russ #keegan x reader #call of duty #keegan russ #keegan russ x reader #Keegan Russ x medic reader #gender nuetral reader #x reader

[imagine-shenanigans]

I'm getting back into the swing of things for writing, so here's some random safe for work headcanons because I've been reading an obscene amount of x reader content (Please go check out Aggre(g/v)ation by llama goddess, and Saving Three Ex-cell-ent skeletons by recklessly caffeinated on ao3 because I got brain worms babey.)

Also since its been awhile since I've written something on this blog, remember that these are stream of consciousness teehee <3

(General tws: references (but not explicitly said) to past consumption of humans, ED/Disordered eating and mental health issues, au-typical violence references, etc)

Word Count: 2.2k words ish

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Horrortale!Sans (Skull) x Reader Misc SFW Headcanons

My favorite thing is when people portray sans in any light as either Just A Little Guy or as Fuckin Huge and Skull is a Big Boy <333 he's easily 7 feet tall, and Built Fucking Different.

Monsters can't like, completely and utterly alter the type of monster they are, so you won't see a Bunny Monster turn into a Moldsmal but its very widely understood that magic reflects the soul reflects the mind reflects the body - so its not really something where monsters experience dysphoria as much? Like if a monster is afab, but realizes they're trans and a guy, it may take awhile to transition - and they may need some help via magic other than their own - but it's really normal in comparison.

Unfortunately, the positive aspects of the whole "mind/soul/body" equation in that you'll eventually look how you want so long as you put the effort into changing every day can also be blocked by trauma and "scarring" to the soul. It's pretty rare in the canon universe, but for Horrortale monsters its damn near exclusive - when you have to do anything you can to survive, adaptation to your environment makes you a hell of a lot scarier in compenstation.

Skull is one such monster where if it weren't for his injury, he'd be a complete 180 from the typical monsters you see. But because of it, it makes it harder to control his magic because he can't think straight. It takes him longer to form sentences, takes him longer to process words sometimes, or even read. He gets light sensitivity really bad, and because his body change wasn't by his choice, but by an unfortunate way of being injured while in a traumatic situation, Skull, no matter how much better he gets, will never fully go back to what he was before.

He's extremely self-conscious about his size and his looks, not to mention his mental capacity. He knows and can think about what he's doing, his mind has never lost that sharpness or intellect. He can strip a machine down to parts and put it back together or put it to other use in minutes, but if you ask him to write it down or explain it he's going to have one hell of a time and he'll probably leave the experience worse than he went into it.

Similarly, if he does want to talk, in one of his rare moods where he's explaining what he's doing out loud to you, he could go on for hours, but suddenly hit a block where the words don't work right.

Be patient with him when this happens. He doesn't like it, and even though it can be frustrating at times, like if you're trying to decide something for dinner or write up a grocery list, he really is doing his best.

Sign language is a good alternative when the words don't want to come out but he's still able to communicate - writing can be one sided, but sometimes thats all he can do too.

When an idea strikes the both of you one day to just draw what he's thinking, Skull could fucking kiss you senseless when you hand him a white board and a dry erase marker. Words may not be making sense in his brain but he can picture what he wants in those moments so this is the perfect compromise between the two for communication.

Skull is his name now, so even though he was once Sans, Skull is what he picked as the reclamation of all that's happened to him. A name that he picked to get him through it day by day but its also a reminder of where he's been and where he'll go. That said... it's also a name he initially picked as a form of self harm to some degree, a mocking reference to his own injury that hindered him.

So while he'll probably never change his name again... he appreciates it when you call him pet names. It's a reminder that you love him enough to do so, while also giving himself a break from the constant reminder. He particularly loves when you call him your "Big old teddy bear" because... god he does not feel like it sometimes.

Get it its a reference to some of the fandom calling him Bear and I love that name for him a lot too

Due to the past, he has some Big Issues With Food, constantly bouncing back and forth between feast and famine.

He has some issues with meat at times - on bad days certain textures and tastes just remind him of the bad times in his life where survival was such a tightrope walk that just imagining eating it makes him sick.

A very "safe food" house, where the two of you stock up on your safe foods and have a cupboard dedicated to it for days you can't stand anything else.

Some days, Skull is content for the two of you to eat at the kitchen table or to watch TV in the living room while you two eat from separate bowls/plates, and he can eat fairly freely, not particularly caring who eats how much or in what order.

Others... other days he anxiously watches to make sure you've had a serving before he gets his, or, more likely, he brings the full pan/a single platter to the table, and the two of you share the same food, taking bites in turn so he can make sure you're getting enough to eat.

King of cooking. It makes him feel better to have full say of what goes into the meals, and honestly the man is an excellent cook. If you insist on helping him cook, it's a 50/50 on whether he gives you this smug little smile and sets you up on the counter top so he can look at you while he cooks, or if he actually lets you help.

He feels out of control if he can't cook, so even on special occasions he's still going to be cooking himself, unless you feel the Urge To Cook or you two order out.

Even then, please just go over with him what you did step by step and tell him what fully went in it - he trusts you implicitly and he's unlikely to outright ask... but it always helps ease his mind when you walk him through what you did just so he can feel less guilty.

Cuddler.

Big fucking cuddler.

Sitting on the couch alone? Not for long. Skull appears? Bam. you're in his lap, his claws smoothing across your skin and through your hair, purring up a storm as he settles his chin on the top of your head and closes his eyes.

If you're watching TV, he's only ever going to pay half attention if he's got you in his lap, half-snoozing in a very light doze as he basks in your presence, and half listening for danger/to the TV depending on the day.

He ADORES when you read to him. He loves it when you talk, and when he gets to listen to storytime while you talk? Best. Day. Ever.

Loves how small you are in comparison to him - something he never thought he'd be comfortable with at first, just based on the idea alone, but in practice he loves being completely wrapped around you and making sure you're safe. You're his personal teddy bear, no matter how many times you call him that yourself.

Jetpacking/Him being the little spoon is... unlikely. He's got some damn broad shoulders and chest, and he's not super happy with the idea of your limbs inside of him no matter if its on purpose or not.

If you want to hold him, he's definitely okay with that (although he does prefer to hold you) as long as you're touching him. You'll just have to let him set his head in your lap, or rest against your chest as he snuggles you chest to... well not chest, so more chest-to-skull and chest-to-legs with how he holds you. He's very beefy and has presence but he's about half the weight most people expect, despite the fact that it should be obvious because he's a skeleton.

He lets out the most broken whimper-whine-purr when you gently kiss the cracks on his skull, close to the gaping wound there. Don't actually touch inside or press too close to the wound itself, because that's genuinely very uncomfortable in the way it would be if he were human and had a missing eye and you touched the inside of the socket to see what it felt like. Just overall a bad experience so Don't Do That No Matter What The Intrusive Thoughts Say, although he'd let you do it in a heartbeat if you asked him

Absolutely whipped. Skull will do anything and everything you say if you just look at him just like that - just like he's your everything, like you love him without bounds and without exception. Puppy eyes also work.

He's a goddamn simp is what he is,

You'll just be minding your own business and you'll look over and catch him staring at you like you've hung the moon and the stars just to provide him with a small amount of your light during the nighttime. He looks at you with such adoration that it hurts.

Sometimes it looks a little freaky like, before you've come to automatically understand his expressions but goddamnit its so hard not to fall in love with him even just by a little more when he loves you so fucking much.

Kissies? Kissies for Skull? Please?

man FIENDS for kissies.

Once he's more comfortable giving affection unprompted you can barely keep his fucking hands off of you. He goes from "I Can And Will Nuzzle You And Pull You Into My Lap But That's It" to "No Kissies? No Snuggles? No Love For Skull? Oh! Jail! Jail For Datemate! Jail For Datemate For One Thousand Years!"

He straight up just hangs off of your clothing while staring at you until you give him a kiss or a hug. He'll come up to you and just bury his face into your neck while purring, or nuzzle your hair, but then moments later pout at you while wrapping his arms around your middle and burying his face into your stomach until you give up whatever youre doing and pay attention to him.

He doesn't do it often But By God Does He Get His Way When He Does.

He's also the type to just like, spend the entire day giving you small pecks on the lips and cheeks and forehead, and then snuggle you at night, and then the next day he'll be way less clingy. You take it in stride and then he just out of the blue dips you in the fucking moonlight and kisses you senseless.

The bastard.

Circling back to pet names, he thinks the nickname Teddybear/Bear is cute and he likes it, but call him My Love/Love/Dear Heart/something else dripping with affection and he's cupping your face in his hands and staring at you adoringly while he rubs your cheek with his claw.

Surprise him with new ones and he'll turn positively blue in the face while smiling like a fool

Surprise him with silly ones and he'll be even more in love while laughing. call him your little chicken nugget and he cant stop smiling and chuckling for a few hours. God. He'll dream of kissing you under the moonlight if you make a pun out of it.

(Brief aside here so I can avoid the text character limit "per block" but I prefer doing bullet point lists for these so anyway continue on)

Pet names always depend on the person, so whatever his one for you depends on you as a person (thats the easy way out for me) but he prefers just one pet name. (Aside from like. Babe being thrown in sometimes yknow)

He'll start with one pet name and see how you react to it - he prefers cute ones like Kitten, Bunny, Lovebird, etc. Something small and cute and adorable - though he changes it up depending on what you respond best to, because while the majority of the reason he calls you a pet name is out of affection, he still calls you pet names to see you get flustered.

On days he's feeling better, he gets more sassy he's gonna include more puns. Or teasing. Example - if he calls you lovebird, or some sort of bird-based nickname? Fuckin. He's calling you pigeon to see how you react.

Bunny? Hare-brain

Kitten? Fuzzball

If its an animal/bird/etc that he calls you in terms of nicknames, he might even refer to you as the scientific name of the animal, or a breed in that category because he thinks its funny to watch you fully stop in your tracks and process what he's just said.

Picks you up at any given opportunity.

Puddle? Oh dear, he should make sure your shoes don't get wet. Better princess carry you.

About to miss an appointment? Thrown over a shoulder.

Just feels like it? Get Scooped Idiot. Okay i have Way More Thoughts but I'm already at 2k because I have no impulse control so byeeeee come request more xreader stuff from me

#sans undertale #undertale #sans horrortale #horrortale #undertale au #sans x reader #horrortale sans x reader #strawberry writing #strawberry headcanons #i also Have Big Big Plans i cant share with a series of fics #but i'm still writing those and i know myself #if i actively talk about them i may not write them #so once the first one is done i'll update it #but yeah anyway sans renaissance time thank you for feeding me fandom this is what i give back

[utilitycaster]

I've been seeing complaints that Spenser was 'trying too hard to kill the cast' this episode, which I have to say I wildly disagree with, but I will admit to be a little confused why the players sometimes took one or even two marks after rolling a six. Or I guess I'm not confused so much as I wonder if the mechanics for injury, success, failure, etc could be too vague atm? Candela doesn't really have anything like CR rating or DC which it doesn't NEED, but I guess could create some grey area?

Good question! Here's the secret: all TTRPGs I'd consider worth my time have a huge swathe of gray area, D&D very much included (indeed, I find a lot of the more baseless criticisms of D&D, especially from Game Based Heavily On D&D But Different fans (derogatory) to come from people mad at that gray area) and as long as the players and GM have agreed on it, it's fine. With that said I admit that paying attention to individual rolls is not what I am inclined, personally, to do, but if this is about Sean rolling a six and taking two body...that is because he was going to take four body off the bat and reduced it with a good roll that the GM permitted him. (It also might be about Marion taking in the rift, which was similarly stated beforehand to cost him a Bleed scar no matter what he rolled, the roll reflecting how successful he was.) Now, we can talk about the implications of taking four body seemingly out of nowhere, but do recall that is coming off an earlier 1 roll in his interaction with Duncan.

CR ratings generally are a poor understanding of difficulty, and the thing about DCs is you can set them arbitrarily high (or for that matter, secretly low). Like...to use D&D, you cannot make a persuasion check for someone who dislikes you to give you all their belongings and run away forever. The DM is going to set the persuasion check at 50 and it is going to be unreachable by any means. Even a nat 20 will give you a result of "they think you're joking and laugh it off instead of run after you with a sword." If you jump off a sufficiently high cliff in D&D and roll a nat 20 to land, you still might take enough damage to die during your three-point landing. And so on.

So: while we don't have all the rules of Candela Obscura, it is valid from my knowledge of the Forged in the Dark engine, which Illuminated Worlds was heavily influenced by, for Spenser to say "this action is unbelievably dangerous and there is no possible way you are escaping unscathed, and a full success means that you live to tell the tale with only a gunshot wound or bleed damage rather than outright death." That's the other thing: completely valid for the GM to come in planning to kill the players. That's the premise of EXU Calamity. I would assume the table discussed that this was going to be a much darker and more dangerous game than Chapter 1 and everyone shares those expectations, and is prepared to possibly lose these characters. Which is, frankly, another thing that comes up specifically in actual play: what the table knows and expects and is prepared to accept is often something much harsher than the audience is prepared to accept. I mentioned being irritated at the presumptive nature of a lot of safety tool discussion (and am feeling very validated by Spenser's tweet about how he handled the letters to Sean) but like...when the CR or D20 or Candela tables prepare for their games, they have talked about expectations of tone and whether the GM will be trying to gently usher new players to victory, flat out gunning for a potential TPK, or somewhere in between.

This was a long, pre-full dose of caffeine way to say that one of the biggest rules of GM-ing is that the GM sets the tone of which the danger and difficulty of the world is part, and also that, based on everything about how this chapter has been presented, if someone accuses Spenser of being very hard on the party my answer is "...yeah, no shit, did you fail to realize that from the tone and text of literally every trailer and interview?"

#answered #Anonymous #candela obscura #i don't necessarily think the people making this complaint are No Combat D&D People. but also. they give off that air. #that But TTRPGs Are Supposed To Be About How Cool My PC Is and it's like. you can do that at your table #some of us want to experience catharsis through fiction though hope this helps

[deanstead]

all in a day

Pairing: Matt Casey x Halstead!Reader

Requested: yes & yes, by anon

Summary: Y/N's brothers find out by chance who she's dating. Later that day, an incident with a patient sends all three of them rushing to check on her.

Word Count: 1,390

Warnings: canon-typical mention of injuries

A/N: I combined two requests here so as usual I changed up some stuff but still hope you guys like this! Original requests can be found in the hyperlinks above as usual :D Hope yall like this!

MATT CASEY MASTERLIST

HALSTEAD!SISTER MASTERLIST

You climbed out of the car, not forgetting to turn back around to give Matt a goodbye kiss. “Thanks for the detour.”

“Always.” Matt smiled back at you.

“Stay safe.” You whispered back before you closed the door and turned around to the sight of both your brothers staring back at you.

Will was clearly much calmer, just blinking back at you with his eyebrows raised. Meanwhile, Jay had his arms crossed, looking like he was about to kill someone.

Damn it.

You straightened your expression as you headed towards them, turning to Jay first. “What are you doing here?”

Jay ignored your question. “Something you want to tell us?”

You exhaled loudly, glancing between your brothers. “Matt and I are seeing each other.”

“Y/N, are you sure about this? A firefighter?”

You rolled your eyes. “How is that different from you getting guns waved in your face every other day? We’re not even spared from violence in the ED when we have…”

“Do not jinx it.” Will warned you and you shut your mouth mid-sentence.

“You should have told us so that I could have a word with him. If he even dares to…” Jay paused as he spotted the look on your face.

You glared up at him. “This is exactly why I didn’t tell you.”

Jay froze and you sighed. “Look, I love you guys alright? And I appreciate you looking out for me but I’m an adult. I know what I’m doing. Can you trust me?”

“I trust you.” Jay said. “It’s him that I don’t…”

Will elbowed Jay in the ribs to get him to stop talking but it was a little too late.

You stared back incredulously at Jay. “We are talking about the same Matt Casey, aren’t we? You know, Matthew Casey, Lieutenant of Truck 81? The Matt Casey who always has to do the right thing? The Matt Casey you happen to know?”

Jay scrunched his face up as Will stepped in. “We’re going to be late. We’ll talk about this later, alright?” Will directed the last question at his younger brother.

Jay glanced at Will but nodded, reaching out to put a hand on your head. “See you later?”

You gave him an exasperated look but smiled. “Yeah, okay. Stay safe.”

Jay smiled back at you before he patted Will on his shoulder and headed back out.

You knew Will had been trying hard to steer clear of asking you questions all day but you could practically hear the tension in his brain.

“What?” You asked him, spinning around from the computer in the lounge to look at him.

Will shrugged then looked up. “How long have you been seeing each other?”

You sighed and smiled. “A few months. I wasn’t trying to keep it from you and Jay, I just… we wanted things to kind of stabilize a little first, you know?”

Will nodded. “Yeah, I know but you can’t make us stop worrying about you.”

You gave a small laugh. “I know, I just…”

You were interrupted by the sound that meant there were emergent patients coming in, so both you and Will sprang to your feet and headed out the door and back into the ED.

You glanced at the patient’s chart before you looked back at him.

It didn’t make sense. Based on all the tests and vital signs, he should already have regained consciousness and yet your patient hadn’t. You were just turning away to leave when you heard a sound behind you and turned back towards him.

One second you were turning behind you, the next he was already lunging at you, never mind the wires he was dragging along behind him.

You barely heard the sound of crashing equipment before you were on the ground yourself, the back of your head making an impact with the floor of the ED but you didn’t have time for anything else as his large hands went around your neck, practically blocking off your airway.

You could feel the air being sucked out of your lungs, thinking that the last thing you were going to see was this guy’s face. Just as the white spots appeared across your vision, the air rushed back into your lungs and you heard Will’s frantic voice.

“Y/N, are you with me? Y/N!”

You coughed, trying to get up but Will pressed your shoulders back down gently. “Don’t move, let me check you out.”

“I’m… I’m fine.” You panted. “I just… I just need a minute.”

You glanced up at Will and nodded when you thought you were steady enough to stand.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here.” Will muttered, leaning down to pull you up, his arm still tightly around you before he led you towards the doctor’s lounge.

Will glanced down at you as he helped you into a chair in the lounge. Save for your body still shaking a little, you felt pretty okay but Will squatted next to you. “We should get you checked out.”

You shook your head but stopped as your head gave a light throb. “I’m fine.”

If Will hadn’t been so worried he would have rolled his eyes. Instead, he looked back into your eyes, his fingers touching your head gently to make sure you weren’t more injured than you’d let on.

“What the hell happened?” You asked.

Will sighed. “We think he might have been in a dissociative state. I don’t think he knew what he was doing.”

You gritted your teeth gently. You couldn’t even be mad at him.

“You’re really not going to let me check you out properly? You might have a concussion.” Will said, his voice gentle but still firm.

You were about to answer when the door opened and Matt came flying through it.

“Hey, you okay?”

You frowned, glancing up. “Matt? What are you…”

“I was just stopping by and Maggie told me.” Matt explained, his eyes grazing across yours worriedly as he leaned towards you. “Are you okay?”

You gave him a small nod. “Just a bit shaken and…”

“Have you gotten checked out?”

You gave him a look, which Matt returned you. “Come on, Y/N. Just get a workup in case.”

“Fine.” You exhaled, not missing Will’s eye roll behind Matt. “I saw that.” You shot at your brother.

Will glanced at you. “I’ve been telling you the same thing for over fifteen minutes.”

You made a face before you let both Will and Matt take you to a treatment room.

Jay came bursting in a short while later. “I’m fine.” You groaned.

Jay didn’t comment about Matt being in the room, just glanced at Will and then back at you. “Who did this?” He growled.

Will didn’t answer the question. “It’s a mild concussion so she’s okay. But off work for the next few days.”

You narrowed your eyes at him but all it did was make your head hurt and you sighed. “Fine.”

“They’re pulling in a lieutenant to cover me for the rest of the shift so I’ll take you home.” Matt said, before he realized that in the chaos of making sure you were okay, he’d forgotten that your brothers hadn’t exactly been told about the nature of your relationship.

Matt glanced down at you and you gave a small chuckle. “Oh right. So… my brothers caught you dropping me off this morning. So I guess everything just came together like this.”

Will just gave Matt a small smile. The way Matt had been with you on a day like today seemed to have made it clear for your oldest brother.

You glanced hopefully at Jay, who seemed to be having his own internal struggle before he stuck his hand out towards Matt and you knew reason had finally won. Not that you’d doubted him. Jay just needed time getting there, especially when it came to you. “You take care of her.” Jay said, his voice low.

“Always.” Matt answered, shaking Jay’s hand and you were sure Jay’s grip was stronger than it usually was.

“That’s more like it.” You answered, grinning back at Jay, who made a face but reached forward to take your hand and squeeze it anyway and you knew that things would only look up from here.

All in a day’s work.

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Fine is a Four-Letter Word (Chapter Three)

Summary: This is Part Twenty-Two of my series A Herrmann/Halstead Production. It is an AU where Christopher Herrmann's mom had an affair with Pat Halstead resulting in a baby. The series follows this OC character (Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann) as she grows up and gets to know her brothers and the various Chicago teams. It is very much an AU, just to underscore that. It doesn't follow the same timeline and characters will follow different paths.

Click here for the Series Rundown where you can find the links to read all of the previous installments (which I highly recommend you do so that this one makes sense.)

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Christopher Herrmann & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Original Female Character, Will Halstead & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Will Halstead, Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz/Original Female Character, Will Halstead/Connor Rhodes, Assorted OC Couples

Warnings: Injury Recovery, Trauma Recovery, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Protective Siblings, Family Feels, Team as Family, Road Trip, Kissing, Romance, Mild Sexual Content, Swearing, Eventual Happy Ending

Chapter One Chapter Two

Chapter Three

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“Hey, man, it’s Ed. Sorry for the early call, just wanted to check in. I know you had your hands full getting Bex settled back in at home last night and you couldn’t make it out to the meeting, but we haven’t had a chance to talk really since everything, well…since everything. I know it’s been rough and you’re focused on Bex—and rightfully so, I get it. I just—listen, don’t forget yourself in all of this. It’s a lot to be dealing with and me and Chuck and everybody, we’re here for you, okay, Mouse? If you need to talk or have a break or whatever…we’re here…Okay. That’s all I got. Talk to you soon, bud. Count on it.”

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Mouse

“Let’s negotiate, shall we?”

Mouse could’ve almost bought Bex’s cocky offer if she wasn’t currently relying on the wall to keep herself upright. And the fact that she was turning an alarming shade of gray just from trying to walk to the elevator.

This was not going to end well.

Jay, like he’d heard Mouse’s thought and accepted it as a personal challenge, went on the offense as he shouldered past to get to Bex. “Negotiate? No, uh-uh,” he said, thrusting a hand out towards her. “Gimme your keys and we’re getting you back inside to rest.”

“Jay—”

“Quit arguing. You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“Will you please just listen to me for one second,” Bex yelled, pressing a hand to her forehead as she closed her eyes. She took a shaky breath before opening them again. “I can’t stay here knowing that Will’s having a hard time and that Emery is—that they’re waking her up soon.”

Jay sighed. “You going there won’t help—”

“Stop! I know! Okay? I know I can’t actually do anything for Will and that Connor has him covered, but Emery—” Bex’s eyes filled with tears and Mouse found himself moving before he had a chance to second guess himself.  

He ducked around Jay and stepped into Bex’s space, slowly, giving her a chance to wave him off. Instead, she let out a soft noise and swayed toward him, dropping her forehead to his chest.

Mouse carefully brought his arms up around her and she mumbled something. “Say that again?” he asked quietly.

“I need to be there.” Bex turned her head so they could hear her and whatever her face was doing had Jay’s falling. “What if it was one of you? Wouldn’t you want to be there? So that when they woke up, they’d know that they’re safe?”

Jay met his eyes over Bex’s head and Mouse knew they were both thinking of the same moment.

Of Jay on a cot in a tent in the middle of nowhere and Mouse pushing through medics so he could be by his side. He would have fought through anyone to be there.

Knew in his bones Jay would have done the same.

Jay cursed softly under his breath, shoulders dropping as he dragged a hand over his face. They waited as he fought whatever internal battle he had to get through before he shook his head and shrugged. “None of us can go anywhere without shoes and actual clothes.” He made a ‘gimme’ gesture at Bex’s bag. “Keys.”

She handed it over wordlessly and he dug through until he found them, moving to open the front door. “We’re gonna get in so much shit for this,” he grumbled. “No, Kol, back up. You’re in trouble too, mister. Chris is gonna ground every single friggin’ one of us.”

Mouse and Bex followed him into the apartment as he kept muttering to himself, heading back toward the bathroom. “No one’s allowed to try and escape again while I’m in here,” he called out before closing the door.

“Bossy,” Mouse mouthed at Bex, hoping it would make her smile. She granted him a small one before it faded away into a frown.

“I’m being stupid, aren’t I?” Bex looked up at him with wide, wet eyes. “I’m sor—”

“Hey, no, don’t do that,” Mouse said as he pulled her into another gentle hug. “You’re not being stupid—you were right. I’d be doing the exact same thing if I was in your shoes. Or socks I should say.” She shook with a muffled laugh and he counted that as a win. “Yeah, maybe trying to sneak out was not one of your better plans, but I get it, Bex. I do.”

He let her go and tugged on one of the strings of his hoodie hanging over her shoulders. “This your special escapee outfit?”

“It’s cozy,” she sniffed at him, mouth twitching up at the corners. “And it matches my socks.”

“In that case, you should probably keep it.”

That got him a real, true Bex smile. “I don’t remember offering to give it back.”

“What is this?” Jay came hustling out of the bathroom, fully dressed finally. “Still no shoes? You just standing out here making heart eyes at each other?” He huffed as he hopped around pulling on his own shoes. “Kol, I thought you were supposed to be in charge?”

Kol popped up from where he’d been lounging on the couch and let out a little howl. Jay held up his hands in apology. “You’re right, I’m sorry,” he said. “It’s more than a one-dog job.”

“You’re so ridiculous,” Bex said, laughing a bit as she stepped away from Mouse. “I’m getting them—oh—” Her eyelids fluttered as she tilted dangerously to the side.

“Whoa!” Jay leapt into action beside him. They both steadied her from either side and carefully maneuvered her over to sit on the couch, Kol whining as he wiggled back to make room. “I was just joking,” Jay said softly as he crouched down in front of her. “There’s no rush. We’ve got plenty of time.”

“No, I’m good, I’m fine.” Bex listed again as she tried to get up. “We can go right now.”

“Let’s take a minute anyway,” Mouse said. At this rate, they’d be taking her to the hospital to be readmitted. “I think maybe we need to get some more food and fluids into you?”

Bex grimaced, sinking back into the couch. “I would really like to not yak today.”

Mouse sent Jay a look that he hoped said ‘I’m here to help and be supportive and do what I can, but also, I’m the boyfriend and I refuse to be bad cop so that’s all you, dude.’

And then Jay sent him a look that clearly said ‘Fuck you, dude, but fine, whatever.’

Excellent communication. Go team.

Jay got to his feet with a groan, crossing his arms as he stared Bex down. “You’re going to have something else to eat, then another rest, and then we’ll go.” He held up a finger before she could open her mouth. “I already checked in with Connor and Kira while I was getting dressed. Will’s getting patched up again, but he’s going to be absolutely fine. They said this kind of thing happens and they caught it early so no one is worried. And Kira said the doctors don’t expect Emery to start waking up properly for at least another few hours. At least.”

He lowered his hand, the stern lines in his face softening. “I’m saying we’ve got time for you to take care of yourself, Bex,” he said. “Take a few hours so you can handle a proper visit, okay?”

“…fine,” Bex sighed.

“Awesome, I’ll get some of that soup reheated,” Jay said before turning to Kol. “Keep her on the couch, bud.”

Kol barked once before snuggling into Bex’s side.

“Ha ha, you’re all hilarious.” Bex immediately started giving Kol pets, even as she rolled her eyes.

“Okay, Jay’s got soup,” Mouse said, pressing a kiss to Bex’s head before straightening up. “I’ll get drinks and maybe some more toast.” He was good at toast.

Jay punched his arm on the way to the kitchen.

“Ah, hey, what was that for?”

“You know exactly what that was for.”

Fair.

***

Bex

Bex had almost forgotten how much of a Mama Chicken Jay could be. Like, rivaling Chris levels. Once she got over being annoyed, she’d probably be impressed.

After the food and fluids and the intense efforts at not puking and then the pretending to be resting, it was late afternoon by the time they finally made it to Med. According to Connor, Will was still sleeping so they went to Emery’s floor first.

Kira came out as soon as she saw them in the hall, a wide smile on her face. “Bex,” she whispered as she wrapped her up in a hug. “You’re here!” The smile dropped as she pulled away, looking between her and Mouse and Jay. “Why are you here? You’re supposed to be resting. And healing. And not rambling around the hospital.”

She shot a pointed look at Mouse and Jay who both held their hands up.

“Listen,” Jay began and Bex stepped in.

“I made them bring me,” she said, reaching out to grab Kira’s hand. “I had to—I needed to be here.” Bex took a deep breath. “How’s she doing?”

“Really well,” Kira said, squeezing her hand back. “Her stats keep improving and she’s already opened her eyes a couple of times. Had a bit of water. She falls back asleep like, immediately, so you haven’t missed much, but…it’s good, Bex. She’s good.”

And oh—that—

That had Bex choking back a sob as she peered over Kira’s shoulder into the room. “That’s really—”

“Good?” Kira offered with an equally watery grin.

“Yeah,” Bex nodded. “Can I—is it okay if I sit with her?”

“Why are you even asking? Come on.” Kira ushered her inside and got her set up in the chair beside Emery’s bed before leaving the room. She moved to sit in the lounge with Mouse and Jay—close enough to be there if they were needed, but still giving her some privacy.

Bex shuffled forward a bit in her chair and reached out to take Emery’s hand. “Hey,” she whispered. “It’s me again. I know—I can’t get enough of this place, right?”

The monitors beeped quietly around them. Bex focused on the rise and fall of Emery’s chest and the soft hiss of air as she breathed under the mask.

There was a hint of colour coming back into her cheeks.

That was good.

All of this is good, Bex reminded herself. It means she’s still alive. She’s healing.

“I’ve been back at the apartment,” she said, watching Emery’s face for any kind of movement. “Chris wanted me to go home to their place, but, uh—I’m—I’m at our place and Jay and Mouse are staying with me. They made this really…sort of unidentifiable, but also kind of delicious soup.” Bex laughed quietly. “I should freeze some so you can try it.”

Emery’s fingers twitched in hers.

“Em?” Bex’s breath caught in her throat. “Hey, I’m here. It’s Bex. I’m right here. Open your eyes, Emery. It’s okay.”

A soft groan made its way through the mask as Emery slowly blinked her eyes to halfway open. “Be—”

“Yes, hi, it’s me. It’s Bex.” She struggled her way out of the chair, ignoring the ripples of pain in her side so she could lean over Emery and be in her line of sight. “I’m right here, Emery.”

Emery reached up, patting at Bex’s cast. “You’re…hurt,” she whispered.

“Only a little,” Bex said. The tears filling her eyes started to spill over as pure relief flowed through her. Emery was awake. She was talking. She was here.

“Bex.” Emery gripped her hand, cheeks wet with her own tears. “Bex. Sorr—”

“Don’t you dare,” Bex said fiercely, leaning in close. “Don’t you dare apologize to me, Emery Hughes or I will—I don’t know, but it’ll be drastic. This is not your fault. It’s his and we’re not giving him any space in here right now, okay? Because we are here. We made it. We’re alive and we’re going to be okay. That’s what matters. Do you hear me?”

Emery stared up at her, a whole battle clearly raging in her own head, but it wasn’t time for that. Not yet.

“We’re here,” Bex repeated, willing the words into Emery’s heart. “We’re alive. And we’re gonna be okay.”

“Okay,” Emery finally whispered.

“Exactly.” Bex smiled, moving back carefully to sit down again, but still close.

“Wait.” Emery frowned and Bex froze.

“What’s wrong? Should I get a nurse?”

“Mouse,” Emery said, somehow managing to raise an eyebrow through her still mostly out of it state. “…moved in?”

“That’s the part you heard?” Bex groaned out a laugh.

“Details.” Emery whispered.

“Yeah, yeah,” Bex said, squeezing Emery’s hand gently. “I’ll tell you the whole not-actually exciting story when you wake up.”

Because Bex would still be there.

She didn’t think she could leave until it really sunk in.

Emery was here. She was alive.

And she was going to be okay.

“Promise?” Emery mumbled, already mostly back asleep.

“Yeah, Em,” Bex said. “I promise.”

***

Jay

Jay sat beside Mouse in the lounge, keeping a clear view of Bex sitting with Emery in the ICU. He still wasn’t sure if bringing her here was the best idea. Bex looked like a light breeze could knock her over and Emery probably wasn’t even going to remember this visit.

But Bex would.

And if it helped her settle and let her focus more on her own recovery, then wasn’t that a good thing?

That was the argument he was going to offer Chris anyway when he inevitably found out about this and tore a strip off of him. In the very kind and yet gut-wrenching way that only Chris seemed to manage.

Mouse elbowed him suddenly and Jay looked up to see Dr. Abrams striding toward them.

Oh.

Crap.

“Gentlemen,” Dr. Abrams said, arms folded as he stared down at them in a way that almost had Jay shrinking back into his seat. “I’m only going to ask this question once. Why do I see Ms. Herrmann sitting in the ICU when she is supposed to be at home? Resting. Which was doctor’s orders, I believe.”

Jay shot a look at Mouse who was giving him that same ‘not it’ look from the living room which was even less helpful now than it was then.

“Okay, um,” Jay began. “I can explain…”

“Oh, good,” Chris said, popping up out of freaking nowhere with that very distinct look on his face that Jay had been picturing since Bex tried to make a break for it and it was exactly as awful as he thought it would be. “Because, I gotta say, Jay, I would also love to hear how this happened.”

“First of all,” Jay said, stalling, trying to figure out where to start, maybe panicking a little bit. “It’s also Mouse’s fault.”

“Dude.”

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Part 2 - Blind Soap and Wounded Ghost/Soulmates

I'm making twitter vote in a 'Choose Your Own Adventure' style thread :) This was part two, part three will be up soon based on their choices.

Part 1 is here: https://www.tumblr.com/silli---lilli/727957218306162688/part-1-blind-soap-and-wounded-ghostsoulmates?source=share

Johnny has been temporarily blinded, Ghost had a private room to deal with his wounds until Soap gets moved in. Ghost has the mark of a soulmate appear.

TW: Injury, depression

Simon told himself, out loud, that he regretted starting the conversation with the Scot. The man talked a lot, and he smiled when he did it, which made Simon want to look that direction and remember that his eyes worked and he could see the bandages covering his body, he would see how his tan and muscle definition would fade the longer they sat in their white-walled prison. Like his. At this rate, it would be a long time before he could go back, and so another, smaller voice told him that he was glad for the distraction.

“No one visits you.” John said one day. His voice didn’t surprise Simon but the forwardness of the question did.

“I don’t have a family.” A phrase he had spoken so many times that it no longer sounded bitter out of his mouth. Just empty. “Besides, you’re one to talk.”

John laid his head back. His dark lashes blinked at the ceiling though Simon knew he was lost in thought, surrounded by darkness. “They visited a lot in the beginning but I’m a long trip, and they have jobs and families.” A sharp shake of his head. “Don’t need them seeing me this way, anyway.”

Simon regretted pushing, and he stared at John a long time, a freedom he’d never really known. “No lassies waiting, then.”

That made the man laugh, the way Simon mouthed the word awkward and forced. “No, sir. No ‘lassies’.”

Simon nodded. He knew John couldn’t see him, he was accepting it for himself, he supposed. “They’re going to keep you until your eyes return, then?”

They hadn’t spoken much about their injuries and Johnny was surprised he brought up his own. Ghost had seemed like someone uninterested in mentioning anything that suggested weakness in himself.

“I suppose.” Johnny said nothing else. The brain was a cursed, unimaginable thing, no one knew whether it would continue to betray him or offer him some relief. His unseeing eyes turned down. “I know this isn’t an ideal situation for you, Ghost.”

Ghost huffed, a sound as close to a laugh as Johnny had heard up to that point. “You’re not the reason I’m here, John.”

“I’m the reason you’re not alone, though.” He turned his face toward the source of Ghost’s voice. “Most people call me Johnny. John is my father.”

Simon didn’t answer. They didn’t seem quite close enough for nicknames, though his was the only one John knew. Johnny. And Johnny didn’t know that Simon was always alone, it didn’t make a difference if other warm bodies were in the room with him or not.

His hand went to the back of his arm again. It made sense, that he’d always felt that way, he supposed. The soul sought its match, and his still lived within him in spite of his best efforts. It was best that way, though he couldn’t ignore the growing sadness that somewhere, his other half suffered the same loneliness he did. And if he had his way, they always would.

A nurse came in, startling him out of his self-pity. She was there for Johnny and barely acknowledged him. He supposed he deserved that, he hadn’t exactly been friendly to them. Johnny and his energy must be a welcome reprieve. He watched as she spoke to him, checking things as he told her about things he’d seen during his time in the middle east. He spoke with his hands, catching Simon’s eye, and she laughed at his story, making Johnny smile in response.

She left, nodding to Simon, and the men fell quiet. Johnny was keeping his spirits up. It helped to have an audience, someone there all of the time that he didn’t want to show fear in front of. He wondered what Ghost looked like, if his face was as stern and emotionless as his voice.

For Johnny, it was dark all the time. He knew when to wake because someone told him, he knew when to sleep because the space quieted, but he couldn’t keep his rhythm on track and he was awake late into most nights. That was how he knew Ghost was haunted, just as he haunted the room Johnny inhabited. He slept rough, trained not to toss and turn or call attention, but breathing heavy, his body tense as it slid across the sheets. Johnny couldn’t see him but he could feel the pain coming off of him.

It was night again, judging by the timing of their last meal, and the silence from the other side of the room. He knew Ghost intended to be scary and cold but Johnny could only imagine him as another wounded soldier, softened by the need for other humans to keep them alive. He was scary, sometimes, the depth of his voice and harsh reality of his words, but he wasn’t then, obviously suffering in his mind.

Johnny hated his blindness most, then. There was a difference between being unable to help yourself and being unable to help someone in need just a few feet away. He knew Ghost didn’t want the help, anyway, but he didn’t deserve the discomfort of whatever he was reliving. Eyes wide, Johnny reached for his bedside table, feeling until his hand reached the plastic cup he’d been drinking out of. He sat it on the edge of the table and then hit it rather hard, letting it clatter to the floor and roll to the wall.

Simon was in Mexico again, as he usually was. He’d been betrayed, tortured, and buried. When his mind wandered it usually landed in the in-between moments, the quiet still ones where he had to either pass out or anticipate their next bit of evil. The stillness, the anxiety, it made him ill, it made him fight his bindings. That usually translated to the heavy weight of the light blanket over him or the tubes in his arms preventing him from running.

He was there again, trapped and waiting, when a noise woke him. He knew better than to make a scene, but he sucked in a heavy breath anyway, raising up to look. Johnny was sitting up, looking down, past the side of his bed. Simon was still, watching him, unsure Johnny knew he was awake. Simon didn’t move until the man lifted his blankets off his lap like he was going to try and stand.

Johnny knew he had succeeded in waking Ghost up which was his only intention, but he didn’t want to leave the cup on the ground, not when he needed it to take his meds in the next hour or two. Ghost had been lifted from his nightmare, he’d stopped moving and mumbling, so it surprised Johnny when he heard his feet touch the floor, and the sound of him standing.

Simon hadn’t seen Johnny move about on his own, he didn’t think a cup that could have rolled god knows where was a good excuse to try. He’d rather pick that up than Johnny himself. John’s head snapped his direction as he stood and his hand stilled on his blankets.

“Don’t get up, I got it.” Johnny said quietly. He hadn’t meant to make it a whole ordeal, he’d just wanted to rouse him from his nightmare.

“Don’t move.” Ghost grumbled.

He found the cup near the wall, beneath the window. He picked it up, turning to hand it to Johnny. Johnny was turned his direction, and he didn’t look afraid which still surprised Simon. He did, however, look sorry.

“Didn’t mean to wake ya, I just—” He motioned to his bedside table, and Simon cut him off.

“It’s alright.”

Johnny reached out his hand. Simon thought maybe he should just put the cup back on the table, but instead he handed it to him. Johnny felt their fingers brush. He was surprised by how warm Ghost’s skin was, he had expected a chill like the one in his words, he expected him to feel like a ghost. He didn’t. He felt human.

As he moved, a sharp pain at the inside of his left thigh made him wince. He hadn’t felt that one, and he guessed it was another one of his many injuries he’d sustained in his last mission, and the new ache suggested he needed those pain meds more than he’d thought.

“You alright?” Simon asked, hesitant to return to bed as he watched a flash of pain and confusion wash over Johnny’s face and then disappear.

“Yeah.” He smiled, always so easy. “My sleep hours are all off since I’m in the dark all the time.” Simon watched the smile go from genuine to utterly forced. “I promise to be quiet.”

Simon nodded, but all Johnny knew was that he walked away. A few steps. He stopped at the window. Simon didn’t like the sound of Johnny’s voice when he apologized. He’d had this grand idea that without his mask he was a weakened monster but Johnny didn’t know that. Johnny might think more of him. The sound of his voice made him feel like he was still hollow and spectral and horrifying even without his face in the mix.

He stopped at the window and looked out. Johnny had apologized multiple times since arriving, taking his space, taking his quiet, waking him, and Simon had not apologized once for making him feel like he didn’t deserve to exist there. He glanced at him where he still sat in the bed, still and tired. Maybe Simon didn’t owe him that, didn’t owe him those thoughts. They were stuck there together, yes, but not as comrades.

“I can tell when you’re lookin’ at me, you know.”

Simon swallowed so loudly he was sure the other man heard him. He didn’t know what the fuck kind of magic that was, but he found himself uninterested in finding out.

“Sorry.” He turned away from the window.

Suddenly, Johnny found himself as scary as he knew Ghost thought himself to be. “I don’t mind it, I mean. But you could say what you’re thinking instead of just staring.”

“I don’t think so, Johnny.” Simon climbed back into bed, the nightmares distant and besides feeling spooked by Johnny’s confession and afraid of his want to apologize, they did not bother him again.

When he woke, Johnny was sleeping, finally, so he stayed as quiet as he could. And he stared, sure that this time, Johnny wouldn’t notice. He wanted to go home, though he didn’t know what it meant. Johnny did. He was alone there, but he had a family somewhere that cared about him and he would always have that family. Simon’s purpose rested on his chances of getting back on his feet, on being able to work again.

He felt defeat in a way he’d felt only a few times in his life and he closed his own dark eyes, resting his head against the bed. His cuts and bruises would be aching in another soul then, and as much as he knew it wasn’t something he could help, he hated it. Johnny had asked if anyone was coming for him, Simon had asked in return if he had a woman, and he knew what they were both doing. Testing if the other was whole or still half.

Neither of them were whole, of that he was sure. He was also sure that if he had dropped something in the night, Johnny would have been up to help him. They were equalized by their damage and their brokenness, even if they were different in every other possible way.

He wondered if Johnny knew truly how often Simon was looking at him, longing to be so bright even in total blackness, or if he had just said that the night before because some new string had been drawn taught between them. A need, an ask, and Simon rising to help. That was comradery, whether Simon wanted to admit it or not.

He planned then, to say something. To make it more clear that Johnny wasn’t hurting him by being placed there, that he didn’t mind sharing the little space. He figured it came from his tendency toward leadership, to make sure the other man had solid ground to stand on with him, even if he was afraid.

A nurse came in as the sun got high enough for Simon to wish he had coffee. Again, she didn’t pay him much mind and again he watched her every move.

She greeted Johnny gently, waking him, and it sent something Simon thought might be anger through him. Johnny had said he was having trouble sleeping, she should have let him. But he obeyed her anyway with kindness as she asked him to sit up and turn to the side. He hung his feet off the edge of the bed and braced himself on his left arm as she worked to unwrap a bandage from the right.

She had to push the sleeve of his t-shirt up to do it, and Simon frowned slightly, he hadn’t noticed that particular wound. He chided himself for thinking he should have. It didn’t matter. Yet, he didn’t pull his eyes away, and as the nurse lowered the bandage, leaving his skin bare, she revealed an angry, pink scar at the back of his arm. Rough, round, hard to heal. A bullet hole.

Everything in Simon’s mind stopped, refusing to believe his eyes though he knew out of the two men in the room, his was the only set that truly worked, and they had never deceived him. His hand found the mirror-image scar on the back of his own arm as he rose unassumingly and shut himself in the bathroom.

Vertigo gripped him as he tried to tell himself to deny his own sight. Heart pounding, mind completely empty, he had the forethought to turn on the shower to cover the noise of him emptying his stomach.

#call of duty #cod #mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #soapghost #call of duty fic #john soap mactavish #call of duty fanfic

[tea-moon-ster]

Love is in the Air

hello! this is a sickfic from your sick Lou. I wrote and published this all in one hour, don't ask questions. it contains major Vaincre spoilers, you've been warned!

have a sick Alex O'Hara and his partners taking care of him. this is set after Vaincre, and therefore features a retired Kasey.

all characters belong to @lumosinlove. read it on ao3 here.

“I gotta go to All Stars.”

“No, you don’t.”

“But I do. I can’t miss it.”

“Alex, All Stars was three months ago.”

“I gotta go.”

“No.”

Kasey smiled despite the situation. A sick Alex O’Hara was…something. A helpless bundle of blankets and tissues that insisted he could do everything on his own. I’ve lived on my own for years, Winter. His scowls would have been more convincing if not followed by a series of sneezes every time.

Natalie entered the bedroom with a bag of candy in hand. She popped one in her mouth.

“What is he on about?”                                          

“He absolutely has to go to All Stars.”

Her eyebrows went up with a smile as she approached the bed. “Wasn’t one enough for you, big boy?”

Alex mumbled something, burying himself deeper into his nest.

Natalie sat on the bed next to him, shooting a glance at Kasey, across the infamous pile, who was chewing his lip. Alex sighed in relief as soon as a cool hand touched his forehead. 

“His fever went up,” she stated.

Kasey nodded. “Yeah. He’s been talking nonsense since he woke up from his nap.”

She hummed. “I called Ramsey. He and Haley are in Gryffindor for Finn’s game but he asked me to keep them updated. He doesn’t get sick often, he said. Or at all.”

Their fingers met mid-stroking red hair, and held on to each other for a moment.

It was just a fever, nothing to panic about. But it was the first time they got to take care of Alex together, and he was taking a while to get back on his feet. The doctor on the phone had mentioned the stress of the season, that didn’t mix well with the constant moving around of roadies. Alex had scrunched his nose, looking elsewhere, in a silent this has never happened before. Kasey had taken his hand in a firm grip. If there was someone who understood the frustration of your own body beginning to act differently, that was him. And just like Alex was helping through it all, Kasey was ready to do the same. For a fever or an injury, he would be there.

The bundle of blankets stirred.

“Nat,” Alex called without emerging from his nuzzle. “Will you be my date at All Stars?”

Natalie smiled, shaking her head. “Alexander, I was your date at All Stars. Three months ago.”

Alex sighed. “Kasey is sabotaging my presence at All Stars.”

“Is he now?”

“You’d think he’d be more supportive, wouldn’t ya.”

 “So much hate,” she agreed, looking at Kasey with a grin.

He shook his head, bringing another blanket up to the redhead’s shoulders to stop the trembling. And left a kiss there, as if to trap the heat. When he noticed the candies on Natalie’s lap, his eyebrows shot up.

“Speaking of hate, aren’t those candies supposed to be for the weak?”

 She took another one, looking at Kasey. “Alex, baby, do you want your candy right now?”

A low groan answered.

“Yeah, how about later,” she said softly, bringing a third one to her mouth. Point taken.

Kasey scoffed. “Yeah, if there’ll be any left for later.”

One of the few pillows survivors of the blanket nest hit his shoulder weakly, and they laughed. Alex scooted closer to where Kasey was lying at his side, getting comfortable on his chest. Big arms kept him close, drawing a happy sound from under the blankets.

Natalie stared at them for a moment before getting up. “Okay. I’ll go check on the soup. Should I bring it here?”

Kasey looked up at her. “I’ll investigate.”

They shared a quick kiss, and Natalie left a soft peck on Alex’s back before leaving the room.

 Silence lasted…longer than usual. It was a rare thing, with an O’Hara in the room. The raspy breaths and the mix of stirs and trembling were a strange comfort against Kasey, a moving presence that kept Alex from falling into quietness.

“She was stunning.”

He said it so quietly that Kasey had to ask him to repeat.

“At All Stars. She was stunning.” He sniffled against his hoodie. “She, she was wearing that dress. That silk dress. It was wow. How did she call that kind of blue?”

Kasey smiled. “Light steel blue.”

“Light steel blue,” Alex repeated to himself. “She’s always so wow. ’nd so are you.”

“Thank you. You’re pretty wow yourself.”

Alex huffed. “Yeah, I bet. ’specially right now.”

Kasey shrugged. “You are to us.”

He felt a head shaking in disagreement somewhere below his neck. “’M all sweaty and sick and stinky.” Then the head finally emerged. “Why are you here? You shouldn’t be here. You’ll get sick, too.”

His face was red, radiating heat at the mere sight. The weekend scruff had turned into a week-old scruff, and messy hair was in every direction. His eyes were a glassy gaze, and just below, purple circles from sleepless nights were slow to fade. Kasey brought the hair back from the pearly forehead and left a careful kiss there. A fever kiss, half temperature check, half concern.

“Nah,” he replied softly. “I’m fine here.” He gently brought the burning head to rest on his shoulder, chest expanding at the way Alex’s fists grasped his hoodie.

Truth was, it was the first time in years he had the possibility to stay close to Alex with one of them being sick. No coaches or team doctors warning to limit contact with sick players, or roadies and games keeping them apart. Kasey found he missed many things about the League, but there was also a long list of discoveries and relief that didn’t end with letting his body rest. Finally being able to take care of Alexander and being close to him was a wonderful, new thing. And not just for the time of a weekend, or a home game. It was their new life. It was amazing.

He gathered the man closer to him, keeping his voice down to reduce the wincing Alex couldn’t help with too loud noises. We’re going to take care of you. You’re going to rest, and I can give you a massage later. I know your back is still hurting. Dinner will be ready soon. We can have it here or on the couch, if you feel like moving. Then you’ll have your candies. And your meds. And I’ll be here the whole time. I’ve been waiting for this, Berry.

Alexander stirred some more, head buried in Kasey’s neck. “Love you, Winter. In sickness’n’health’n’all.”

Kasey smiled in his hair. “Yeah. ’n all.”

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#o'darwin #alex o'hara #kasey winter #natalie darcy #lumosinlove #vaincre lumosinlove #lou's writing

[zhvakinnn]

Avenge me

Shinobu x GN reader

A/N: hey I'm running out of ideas so if some of you have request, please do

Warning: death, kinda mention of blood, angst

🍓as always I don't know much English so correct me if I'm wrong🍓

You ran fast as you could to get to shinobu desperate that she's still alive

You receive a message from shinobu's crow her crow is crying and shouting at

" casa shinobu cwaaa help"

As soon as you get what her crow meant you ran and follow her crow

Once you got there you saw kanao and inosuke

You draw your blade, looking for shinobu, kanao notice you, you saw her crying

"(name)-san"

She stuttered you name, then you got these chill's and your heartbeat became fast, you hold her shoulder and said

"shi-shinobu... where's shinobu?!"

She flinch You didn't mean to scream at her you're just panicking to where shinobu is then an unfamiliar voice is heard

"oh? You mean...this?"

The upper rank demon is holding her clip...her butterfly clip

"aw how ashame you didn't make it on time"

Kanao is still there standing terrified, you began to whisper a sorry to kanao

You were furious at this man

"and who you maybe"

The upper demon ask

"none of you business-"

"they're (full name)"

Oh great.. thanks inosuke

"ohh what a lovely name and what relationship you have with this kocho..you cant be siblings you dont look alike her let me guess a friend?"

"she's my significant other you shit"

"oh...OH ahahaha thats why your so furious oh my i didn't know someone would date this useless girl"

"after killing her you badmouthing her now you bitch?!"

"(name) please calm down he's trying to get you mad to kill you aswell"

Kanao said you nodded then look at the demon

Then the upper demon looked at inosuke douma's face turns different like he's looking at inosuke checking every detail based on his eyes the douma talk about he's mother

(you can read it on mangago chapter 160 cause I'm kinda lazy)

Then inosuke flew towards douma but then douma slash he's bare chest

---------------------------------------------------

The fight was intense the room was all bloodie mostly to those womans who died, you,inosuke and kanao have many injury you we're there staring where the upper rank demon died you were staring at it with a anger mix up in sadness

You couldn't accept it she died not in your arms, you saw in many books whenever someone dies they died in they're arms and kiss them one last time

But no...this man didn't give you a chance to say goodbye to your lover

You couldn't give this man a chance even in the after life

You look around the room you saw inosuke full of blood in he's chest

You walk close to him, once you get closer and closer you could hear him sob

Once you got there he look up to you with a teary eyes no words came and you kneel down and hug him

You saw kanao walk towards you and hug the two of you aswell

A minutes pass you three break from the hug

And you stare at kanao you saw her right eye blind and her hair...

"you know kanao you should put your hair down sometimes.. you look very pretty with it"

Kanao smiled at your compliment and then she put on the clip on your hair you touch it the smile with a teary eyethen got up kanao was on the right of inosuke while you're at the left lifting him up

while your walking in the hallway you saw shinobu's coat but on the arm part you let go of inosuke and took the cloth that was on the pond then proceed

This isn't the end yet..muzan.... I'll kill you for making these demons and I'll AVENGE those people who have died miserable

A/N: this is the best I can do for now hope you like it🫶🏼

#demon slayer #demon slayer angst #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x reader angst #kny x you #kny #kny shinobu #kny angst #kny x reader #kny x reader angst #shinobu x reader #shinobu kocho #shinobu angst #shinobu kocho angst #shinobu kocho x reader #shinobu x reader angst #kny kanao #kanao tsuyuri #demon slayer kanao #inosuke hashibira #demon slayer inosuke #kny inosuke

[moonlight-stalker]

# 2 mhaxdp

Danny did not know where he was but he know he was not in America he and Ellie had escaped the GIW and had flown into a natural portal, now they were in a place with very weird people as he looked around he saw many that had different hair colors and some had mutation and things that made them not look like a human

Danny was able to find an abandoned building where he put Ellie (Ellie had been turned into a three-year-old) he wrapped them both up in the bandages he had and treated Ellie's wounds now he had to figure out where he is and get supplies for Ellie and him

It has been a couple of weeks since they've been in this new world this new universe. His injuries have not healed well and he is still having problems with keeping the stitches in he thinks he was able to pick up some of the language because of his halfa stance he can now speak a few simple words in what he thinks is Japanese. When he needs to go get supplies he will ask one of the ghosts to watch Ellie and when he was out exploring he will make sure Ellie is safe with a duplicate he had been helping the heroes and the police by asking the ghost what they've heard and seen and then he would break into the police station and leave photos of information behind for Heroes he will lead them to people that need help or to a place that he was told about from the ghost his favorite hero right now is Eraserhead who has been chasing him around after he saw him steal some supplies for him and Ellie. His luck was running out though when he went into a store at night to get supplies for Ellie he was not as careful, he was caught when he left the store by eraser head and taken to the police station to be interrogated, they had a hard time understanding each other they talked about getting a translator, he knew he had to get back to Ellie so he waited until he was left alone after the person that can detect lies left (one of the ghosts had told him that the person can detect lies with his quirk he still does not know what that word means ) he phased out of his restraints and started to book it back to Ellie but he did not know Eraserhead was not far behind

When he got back to Ellie he wrapped her up in a blanket and lift her up and gather their stuff to leave he made it to the window before erasing head came in and forced him back in he took off running to the other exit and was stopped by more heroes. Eraserhead was able to catch him again and he dropped Ellie in the scuffle Ellie started to cry when she was able to pull off the blanket from her head and started to run back to Danny, one of the heroes was able to grab Ellie and hold her back from reaching Danny. Eraserhead was able to knock out Danny while Ellie screamed and cried loudly, in the end, they took them to a hospital when they saw Danny start to bleed

They made it to the hospital Danny was checked over and his stitches were replaced they cuffed him to the bed and had Ellie in a different room trying to check her over. Ellie end up biting one of the nurses and was able two escape from the room after a little bit she was able to make it back to Danny Ellie had taken the handcuffs off of Danny and is now trying to wake him up so they can leave she made sure to block the door off so the people could not get in and get to them. Danny started to wake up and try to get up so they can leave but he could not with all the drugs and pain he was in when the doctors and eraser finally got into the room Danny started begging them not to take her away to hurt him instead and not to hurt Ellie the translator that was with them told them what he said and took a while to explain that they would not hurt anyone that they wanted to talk Danny agreed in the end as long as they don't take Ellie away from him and don't restrain them

#My post #Mhaxdp #Bnhaxdp prompt #Ellie is Danny's daughter #The Hero doesn't know how to feel about that #A 15-year-old boy has a child and is terrified them taking her away #Danny is powerful #But has not been able to store energy #he had to use a lot of it to get supplies and to help others #And the rest is used to heal Ellie

[nerdieforpedro]

Pleasure Principle

Chapter 2: Expectations

Dave York x plus size OFC

Fanfiction: 18+ please read warnings

Masterlist / Dave York Masterlist

Summary: Kiara has completed her prep work. Dave told her he was coming by and still managed to surprise her. Ground rules are set.

Warnings: breaking and entering, voyerism, dirty talk, use of derogatory language (Slut, whore, etc.), rough foreplay, choking, smut adjacent, edging, sub/dom relationship

Notes: I’m not great at writing sub/Dom relationships so hopefully this isn’t too cringy. The bulk of smut will be in future chapters. We’re setting things up for these two.

Link to Chapter 1

Despite the three-code blues that happened and the oncoming nurse wanting to read through the last five doctor’s notes on each patient together, Kiara sped home and dropped her stuff that the door of her apartment. She looked at the time, it was a quarter before nine. She rushed and threw her scrubs in the hamper, knowing she would actually have to check the pockets before doing the laundry, it took too much time right now to check. She has gotten a text from an unknown number, telling her to be ready for him at nine-fifteen. She didn’t have to wonder who it was: Dave. 

Her shower was through but quick as she stepped out of the bathroom and dried off. She delayed which nightgown to put on. Since she was assuming it would likely be a video call, it would need to be decent. She picked a red silk one that she rarely wore. She loved the feeling on her skin, but it didn’t breathe like cotton and made her hot. She sat on the edge of her bed, waiting for his call, she had five minutes left.

Dave and his team had a small reprieve due to his colleague’s injury, so he told them he was going to be busy tonight and went to his studio apartment that he had in DC. He packed some tools that he typically used for break-ins, and some other tools he thought might be fine for the night. He had spent his time researching Kiara, her background, job, where she lived, criminal history and anything he could find about any potential complications like lovers, children, and the like he may need to take into account. There was nothing, she has a clean slate, if she wasn’t a real person, it’d an excellent cover.  Dave had grown fond of the No-nonsense nurse that cared for his less than respectful colleague. He was well aware that this would be temporary, and he would likely get his new job within a week or two, no longer than a month, but who said he couldn’t enjoy himself, besides, it was the process that he enjoyed most. Methodically making someone crave you, although he had never quite gotten his plan to go accordingly since the women, he had met in the past were disobedient. He wondered if Kiara would prove to be different. The assassin had scoped out her townhouse and found two points of entry. After this initial meeting, he would have her change the locks to better ones, he had been able to get in the other night on his trial run where she had stayed late at work to try and make sure things went smoothly.

Tonight, he would bring his duffel bag and surprise her, Dave was curious if she was home. It was ten after nine. He arrived at her townhouse and saw that her car was parked outside. “Good.” He smirked and removed his bag from his sedan and made his way around to the back of the house as he had done so earlier in the week, the surrounding neighbors appeared to be either out or occupied so he was able to infiltrate her home once again without issue. The assassin was used to being near silent when moving around a target’s home. He removed his boots and socks but kept his forest green cargo pants, black sweatpants, leather gloves and black beanie on, he drew his back to his chest to decrease the likelihood of it hitting something and giving his presence away. Up the stairs he crept and saw the light on in the room at the end of the hallway, he checked his watch, 9:13pm. He decided to take his time down the hallway until he heard a small whimper. Dave crept toward the door, the soft cries continued, and he opened the door at 9:15 on the dot. His eyes widened as did his smirk and he licked his lips.

“Oh ho…is my peach starting without me?” The nurse was sitting on the edge of her bed, thighs pressed together as she looked up at him her eyes filled with need. Her hands though were at her sides, pressing into the bed, she appeared to be trying not to touch herself. Dave relished it, she had obeyed. He felt his own heat rising, what could he do with her? He may need more time than his next mission would allow. He stood in front of her and looked down, taking her round face in his gloved hands. She was biting her lips, whimpering still. “You didn’t cum without me did you Kiara dear?” His thumb ran across her bottom lip as her tongue grazed it. The leather felt cool against her skin, why had the thought of this man made her into a pool of desire? She wanted to drown in it. 

“Dave, please touch me. I want to feel your skin.” Kiara moaned, reaching up to touch his arm, but stopped mid-air, he hadn’t said yes yet. Her body craved him though, she wanted to know what his skin felt like on hers and that tongue that he always made sure to be licking, biting or sucking on something every time he spoke to at the hospital. “Please.” Dave chuckled and removed his right glove, tossing it on the floor and ran his hand across her neck, she reflexively leaned back, exposing more of it to him. He kissed and took her lips with his own, crashing his tongue onto hers and swirling it, sucking it as he began to grip her neck tighter, curing his fingers into it, when the lips parted, he kept his hand there and leaned down to peer into her eyes.

“You belong to me Kiara. You won’t let another man touch you.” His grip, lightened as he let go and swiftly grabbed her legs under knees and flipped her on her back, pushing her up toward the middle of the bed. He towered over her and held her legs open. Dave wanted to see her wetness, the nurse squirmed as she wasn’t used to being stared at, she turned her head away and the assassin pushed her legs to his left and used his right hand to slap her ass. “I didn’t tell you look away you damn slut. Don’t start being a bad girl now, you don’t earn my cock that way.” Kiara yelped and a shiver went down to her cunt as more of her juices dripped onto her thighs.

“Dave, I’m not used to this. Give me a minute, please.” She explained, her hands her in fists holding onto the sheets, Dave chuckled leaned forward and kissed her shoulder.

“No Peach, you adjust to me, not the other way around. You will roll back over and watch while I appraise you when I say so.” Dave gave her ass another slap and leaned back, getting off the bed and removing his pants, hat and boxers. The woman moved to turn over, but Dave raised an eyebrow and she remained on her side. Her eyes scanned his body, broad shoulders, chest lightly sprinkled with dark hair, prominent nose and plump lips, lead her to rub her thighs together once again. When her eyes landed on his slight tummy, dusky hair that led to his thickened member, throbbing and dripping. Had he been like that this whole time? How far would he stretch her, how deep would he go inside her? Kiara’s hands let go of the sheets and started fondling her breasts under her nightgown. “Sit up and take it off.” Dave commanded, removing her from her trance. She obliged and sat up on the bed, keeping her eyes on her assassin and slowly pulled up her gown, revealing her soft belly, stretch marks and breasts. She closed her eyes, feeling the cool air touch her exposed skin and tossed the gown on the bedroom floor. Hearing Dave move closer to her and feeling his weight on the edge of the bed, her eyes snapped open when his hand took hold of her neck again. “I didn’t say to close your eyes. I told you to watch me dumb slut. Why did you close them?” He spat, opting to lick her shoulder and bite it, running his tongue over the teeth marks and then biting deeper. Kiara moaned his name as her hands ran over his back, sensing his muscles tense at her touch and the relax with a smile on her skin. She didn’t answer and he pulled away, removing his hand from her neck and grasping her chin, tilting it down so she would look at him and wouldn’t be able to avert her gaze. The nurse’s eyes closed and reopened, David saw fear in them. He didn’t get the feeling it was from what they were doing so took a few seconds to realize what it was. “My silly Peach,” he cooed, his thumb traced her bottom lip as he pecked her cheek and placed his free hand on her soft belly and ran his calloused finger across her warm skin, learning to her hip and the thigh. “I told you you’re mine. There’s plenty for me to explore, don’t you think I knew what you looked like the past few weeks?” Her eyes widened and tears started to form, is that why she was alright with this because she knew deep down that he accepted all of her? The hands that were on Dave’s back pressed into it to give her leverage to pull him close for a kiss, Dave did not resist and took her hungry kiss gladly sucking her lips and tongue as the competed for dominance, the assassin won and gradually laid her back on the bed, his kissed left her lips and went to her breasts, both ample and with hardened nipples poking out from the areola that started as milk chocolate closest to the nipple and transitioned to caramel areoles and wrapped his mouth around one, sucking it with his full lips. Hollering his name, Kiara’s hands ruffled Dave’s hair, she felt close, so close to her high, but he pulled away, licking his lips. He rolled one of her nipples between his thumb and trigger finger.

“Kiara, you’re close aren’t you, my peach? Your core’s about to gush for me and I haven’t inserted a finger into yet. My sweet whore, you think you can always be this wet when I come to you?” The nurse nodded continuing to moan as she reached down to touch his chest then toward his soft belly. Dave flinched but did not move, letting her continue. He took one of his hands and ran a finger around her lower lips, tracing them but not touching her clit or entering her. 

“Dave please, at least a finger. I need it. Or let me use my hand further down on you.” She whimpered, wiggling her hips, but she knew better than to buck and try and work a finger of his by mistake. Then he would never let her cum.

His eyes scanned her body, the panting, how open her legs were, the glistening heat, the light bruises on her body that would be dark by tomorrow. Her face contorted with lust and desire for him. How could she look like this the first night? 

“This is what I expect form you, Kiara. Anytime we’re together. You be obedient and I’ll make you cry for me, my lovely peach.” Dave may have become as drunk as the woman he commanded. He would find himself chasing this high whenever he was with her.

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Chapter 3

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