#“polite” doctor and cute nurse ...
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thinkin about some kind of yan doctor or nurse. nurse would be a afab cutesy dude in that stereotypical "sexy" nurse outfit and amab doctor would look similar to herbert west from re-animator with the hair and glasses. strong jaw and shit.... ahem. goes off the rails, kinda all over the place as these are only ideas. Ahemhrm. some of it doesnt make sense im SORRY.
creep nurse/doctor x clueless, subtop reader
cw + for future references;; manipulation??,,; treating you like an idiot-ish, noncon touching, polite doctor is a freak, cutesy nurse is gross,, drugging ( receiving )
clueless idiot moron you, walks in for a mere checkup. you feel me? just a simple checkup!!! few days after your birthday... waiting in waiting room, nonchalantly staring at the wall and zoning out and making shapes with the swirly-design on the walls when ur name is called by the nurse, a cutesy frail lookin guy, interest is caught by nurse;; gets all blushy and shit, closing in on himself and rubbing his thighs together before leading you to the back to get ur weight and height with you trying to make small talk with no reply.. getting a little upset because you think the nurse is being moody but not engaging any further with a huff..,,
takin you to one of the backrooms. dude poking you with a stick and rubbing that damn popsicle stick all on your tongue - making you choke??? bro turns away toward the cabinets; back facing you, immediately sucking it off. ahem. takin a stethoscope and rubbin it all over ur chest under yr shirt n shit... the normal-ish routine of a normal-ish checkup - doing everything the doctor will do when he arrives.. and then he does! nurse off to the bathroom, masturbating with the fuckin tongue depressor he made you gag with in one of the very clean bathrooms,, doctor coming in, looking over ur charts and ranting to you about some random shit about his day, happily listening as the doctor was a bit more chatty than the cutesy lil nurse..
"yeah, it was pretty busy today... this nurse has been getting on my nerves, i've been thinking about asking to have him transferred.." , asking how your day was as he checks your throat out with a tongue depressor like the nurse did,,, "so how was ur day, hun?" while having a popsicle stick down ur throat... dick bulging as he runs a stethoscope over your chest, cold nitrile gloved hands brushing over your nipples briefly,,, telling you to take deep breaths before moving toward your back - briefly wandering over ur muscles before listening to your lungs - a shiver crawling up his spine,, "you're doin real good for me, champ..." ahem. champ..? doctor says you're all good, patting your shoulder with a bright, gleeful smileㅡbut you should totally come back in a few days, as i'm prescribing you some medicine!
what?? medicine?? looking at him all questioning and saying, "really? whats this for." while shaking the orange bottle.. so quickly he prepared this? jeez.. he waves you off, "for ur immune system - vitamins, don't be silly." you didnt come in here to be prescribed some... what the hell is this - you cant even read this shit. uh...
really? come back again so soon?? yeah, sure alright.. doctors orders and all that.. you shrug it off, take the dosage he prescribed you when home and gettin rock fucking hard and having to repeatedly jerk off just for ur erection to start softening.. layin in ur filth, overstimulated and ultimately tired.. doctors orders and all that, saying that you had to take one a day.. ugh.. doctors orders suck amiright. you did get some sort of reaction like that when taking sleeping medicine but not to the extent of getting an actual erection. hmrmm... not suspicious at all :3
"no, no, you gotta stay more, trust. something is totally wrong with you... have you been taking ur vitamins i prescribed??" you have no family or friends to tell you that no, that place is a fucking wreck with doctors with literally no actual qualifications. LOL
going back the week after for another checkup as the doctor called it, being tired as he trails his nitrile gloved hands over your throat and chest.. asking how the vitamins are treating you and you tell him straight up, "they give me boners that last a while even after i nut.. that normal?" while scratching the back of your head... "yeaah! that happens in the very beginning, but don't worry, that'll go away..." is in awe, lowkey, as he touches the hands that you stroked ur dick with. Ahem. doctor tells you to come back next week ... and you do, nurse guiding you again, and you tell him its good to see him.. which he eagerly says the same, nurse is pretty chatty with you.. happily making conversation about ur shirt and saying he totally likes that band or whatever!!
going over your "charts" and says he needs a sample of your spit / urine?? for the doctor to test becuz its totally regulation, totally unaware that he totally had that he added the sample to his growing shrine in the basement that only had a few tissues and the popsicle stick with a grainy picture of you he took over the cameras in the hall... a copied tape of the feed containing you and all that... freak. so weirded out when they tell you to put on one of the hospital gowns and follow them to the larger area that turns into an actual hospital rather than office..,,,
#ocs =͟͟͞͞★#“polite” doctor and cute nurse ...#x male reader#male reader#x top male reader#top male reader#yandere doctor#yandere nurse!#subtop reader
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please, call me peter
DATE: JANUARY 6, 2023
summary: you haven’t been able to come with anyone besides yourself, making you think something’s wrong with you. once you go to the gynecologist, dr. parker shows you that you’re just fine.
request: yes yes
words: 3.4k
warnings: SMUT (f- receiving [fingering], dub-con, small praise kink, dirty talking), and a cute ending.
note: shooting out requests like webs. sorry that was lame. if this makes you uncomfortable, do not read.
gynecologist!peter x female!reader
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Your eyes scan the white room while you sit impatiently. Your heart lightly thuds in your chest and your fingers drum rapidly along your clothed thigh. The nurse had asked if you wanted to change into a hospital gown, which you politely denied. She gave you an indifferent expression before walking out, leaving you here.
You were at the gynecologist for one concerning reason; every time you had sex, you couldn’t come. Your previous relationship ended because you were unable to reach that euphoric high, which you believed was a ridiculous reason to leave someone. You weren’t as sad as you thought you’d be because you were too concerned with your own well-being to dwell on some bloke.
Before heading to the doctor, you had a quick hook-up, assuming that you and your ex just weren’t sexually compatible. But then you were proved wrong when you didn’t come. Again. You weren’t really the hook-up type, in fear of catching some unwanted disease or infection. Finally, you took matters into your own hands, literally, and masturbated with your fingers until you orgasmed all over your bed sheets.
See? It wasn’t impossible.
Then why couldn’t you come with other people? It had to be your fault. It had to be.
So, again, you were left here in the small hospital room sitting between empty stirrups with your ankles tightly crossed. The widening of the wooden door alerted you, your eyes shooting towards the man entering the room.
A guy? Your gynecologist was a guy?
You knew you were a decently healthy person because you were always on track with your appointments, even small check-ups. Because of your good wellness, you had never needed to go to the gyno. Until now, which seemed a bit nerve-racking all of a sudden.
The second the doctor turned around, you knew exactly why.
Warm, brown eyes peer at you with tenderness. Chestnut curls rest upon his head a little messily, but in the cutest way. He wore a professional lab coat over his casual clothing. His ribbed shirt and blue jeans seemed to match him perfectly. His cheeks appear a tinge pink when he smiles, welcoming and greeting you.
Oh shit.
“I’m Dr. Parker, and you are?” Dr. Parker asks as he plops onto his spinny chair. His eyes stare deeply into yours, causing your heart to race more than you’d like to admit. His voice was as attractive as his face, and you tried to convince yourself that he had to have at least one bad quality that you just haven’t seen yet, so you didn’t soak your panties.
“Y/N,” You blink to wash away the feeling of your nerves as your palms get clammy. “but you probably knew that already.”
“That is true, but I like for my patients to introduce themselves to me directly,” He states simply and you nod in response. Your sweaty hands interlocked over your thighs to ease yourself.
“So, what brings you in here today, Y/N?” Dr. Parker questions with a lick of his lips. He can’t help himself when his eyes drift nonchalantly, but quickly down your body. You were beautiful, which made it hard to concentrate on anything else, especially when you started talking. Your voice was silky, and he wanted to ask you more questions just so he could hear it more.
“I…” You were a bit embarrassed to share your reasoning. Was it common? Will he laugh at you? No, of course not, he’s a doctor! You battled with yourself in your head before spitting it out. “I can’t come during sex.”
Your jaw clenched as your hand practically hit your forehead in embarrassment. You couldn’t look at him because he was probably holding back a laugh. But you also couldn’t look at him because he was so handsome you might melt.
True be told, Peter already knew why you were here. He read the small report the nurse got before he entered. It was part of protocol and he wanted to hear you describe it yourself.
“That’s okay, darling. Nothing to be ashamed of,” He reassures gently as you remove your hand from your face. He smiles sincerely and you smile bashfully back. The nickname erupts butterflies in your stomach, and you can’t disregard the small wetness you feel trickle in your underwear.
When he asks, you go on to explain your situation in detail, even including the part about your ex-boyfriend dumping you. When Peter hears this, his jaw subtly clenches as irritation spreads through him.
Who breaks up with someone for that? He wanted to ask, but knew that was probably inappropriate. He does need to question you professionally though to ensure there’s nothing wrong. However, he thinks he already knows the answer.
“I’m going to ask you some questions that get pretty personal,” Parker faces his notes with you in the corner of his eye. You nod as your nervousness never fades and your heart beat remains quite fast.
Most of his questions were simple and straightforward, so you weren’t too ashamed to answer.
“Do you have any pain?”
“No.”
“Are you on birth control?”
“Yes.”
“How long?”
“Two years,” You eyes strayed away from him, thumbs twiddling in your lap like an anxious child. He wonders how you got birth control without going to the gynecologist in the past, seeming as though you’ve had no history.
However, some questions made the heat rise to your cheeks. Your arousal worsened the more Dr. Parker spoke, his voice warm and soothing like honey.
“To clarify, you have orgasmed before, correct?” Peter was able to focus when his eyes were glued to his papers, but one glance at your adorable shyness and his cock was semi-hard in his boxers.
“Yes, I-I did it myself,” You hissed at yourself for stuttering. He made you so starstruck it was hard to form words. You didn’t meet many people like that in your life— now that you think of it, none at all. He surveys you for a moment you think was a little too long, and you tighten your ankles together at his burning gaze.
“Um,” He grunts, covering it up with a cough as his cheeks turn pink a tad more. Your lip subtly curls into a smile at his cuteness. Peter was nervous for the first time in a while, fingers shaking as he scribbled notes about you. He felt as silly as a child who had a crush on a classmate. “you seem very well.”
“So nothing’s wrong?” Your eyebrows crinkle in confusion, a lost expression cascading over your face when you feel like you’ve hit a dead end. You gaze at the floor, trying to understand.
“Not directly,” He says to reassure you. Your eyes meet his with a head tilt. Now, you were really confused.
“What do I do then?”
“Don’t have sex with idiots,” He grumbles, honestly hoping you didn’t hear it. But of course you did. Your heart rate quickens wildly in your chest at his blunt statement. “but to make sure, I’m going to check you, okay?”
Your eyes widen for a moment, not thinking you would have to be checked. Your thoughts immediately shoot to your soaked panties and how he’ll see your very visual arousal. Hopefully, he assumes it’s from nerves.
“Would you like to change into something more comfortable and accessible?” He asks, looking at your shirt with jean shorts. He checks most of his patients, so usually they would have been in a gown already. But at this hospital, the patient didn’t have to change, even though it was highly recommended. However, when they rarely denied the new wardrobe, the doctor had to undress the patient themselves. So far in Peter’s career, he’s only had to do that with incidents that were an emergency.
“No, thank you,” You answered with no explanation. Secretly, you hated the material of the gown and you swore it gave you rashes. Maybe you were allergic?
Dr. Parker nods once and turns to his little side table beside you. He slips on his blue gloves and tells you exactly what he’s going to do, so you’re not unprepared.
“And since you’re not in a gown, the protocol is that I must undress you myself,” Peter feels the burning red flame up his cheeks at his statement. Your eyes widen again at the image of the sensual action, but nod in understanding.
Who made that rule? You wanted to ask, but it seemed disrespectful. You honestly couldn’t tell if you loved or hated the person that invented that idea. Picturing Dr. Parker strip you only made a pool in your panties.
Peter’s gloved fingers unbutton and zip down your jean shorts with your permission. It was slow and steady, unlike your heart that was bouncing off the walls of your ribs. You know he could see your heavy breathing as your stomach rose up and down too quickly under the thin material of your shirt.
Your shorts were removed and then he was on to your underwear.
Peter’s cock pulsed in his jeans at the wet patch on your panties, his red blush never fading. He wanted to press the pad of his thumb against your throbbing clit. He would rub you over the flimsy fabric and then make you moan for him as he fucked you roughly with his fingers. He could assume that you were tight and tense because of your struggle to orgasm with another person, but the thought only made his cock twitch needily as he imagined you squeezing around him.
“Are you okay so far? And can I remove these?” He asks for consent and patiently waits. You nod, but he’s not having that. “Words, Y/N. I need you to say it.”
His demand caused you to clench around nothing as you stutter out a trembling yes, so he can proceed. Peter delicately removes your panties, sliding them down your supple legs and placing them with your shorts. You didn’t open your legs, but you knew he’d already seen the wetness leaking out of you.
“Okay, um,” His professionalism was fading from him. He wanted to devour you because you probably tasted amazing. The smell of your arousal filled his nostrils, making it hard to focus on anything. “Put your legs on these stirrups. I’ll help you.”
He guides your legs into the holders, strongly resisting the urge to gawk at your vulnerable area. Once you were settled, he looked down and nearly came right there. Arousal drowned your folds as your puffy clit poked out behind it all. He noticed the fluttering of your folds as the cold air hit your wetness. He wouldn’t need to use any lube on you for sure. Peter was losing his cool and was about to lose everything if he did not pull himself together.
“I’m about to start. Are you okay?” He could sense your nervousness from a mile away. He wanted to make sure you were okay, even if you’ve had sex multiple times before.
“Yes, doctor,” You reassure and his jaw subtly locks at his label leaving from your mouth. He avoids picturing his falling from your pretty lips, so he could focus on the task at hand. You didn’t notice, too caught up in your own thoughts of his fingers entering you. You wanted him to pound them into you mercilessly because you know he’d know all the right spots and special places to hit. You can imagine he’s soft and caring, and always gives immense pleasure to the woman.
You almost gasp aloud when you come to a realization; he probably has a girlfriend. Or a wife. A wife and kids. You don’t remember seeing a ring, but that doesn’t mean anything. Oh, God, you were daydreaming sexual thoughts about your gynecologist who would probably freak out if he could hear them.
“If it makes you more comfortable, my name is Peter. Sometimes that small detail helps the patients relax more,” He noticed your sudden panicked state and high tension in your legs, wanting to calm you down, so it doesn’t hurt. It was perfectly fine to be nervous, but it wasn’t fine for him to be this nervous. He’s a professional doctor, yet he’s thinking about ruining it all just to please you at this moment.
You feel the latex gloves graze your folds, making your heart jump up into your throat. Peter’s middle finger practically teases your entrance, and you hold back pathetic whimpers. Once he slips his middle finger inside, you release a shuddery moan. His finger stills, deep inside of you while he gives you a second to adjust.
“Relax for me,” You try not to clench around him, but you’re a lost cause when he begins to wiggle it around the tight space. Peter is struggling. His cock is about to burst at the seams while his middle finger sinks far inside you. Your clenching walls and hushed noises nearly make him moan. He sees you resisting the urge to moan and it’s killing him because he wants to hear you.
“You can moan,” Peter says, voice low and sultry. “It’s welcomed.” He curls his finger and slowly pushes in and out. You don’t hold back your moan this time as lust begins to fill your vision. It feels too good, even though you know it’s wrong. You feel yourself getting wetter and wetter at his skilled finger and his concentrated expression.
Peter is positive you’re enjoying this. He can’t resist you anymore when he has you spread open for him. Plus, he found nothing peculiar inside, you seemed healthy. He could stop now if he’d like, but the contraction of your pussy walls around his finger and the sweet whimpers you’re eliciting spur him to continue.
“How does this feel, Y/N?” Peter’s voice was gravelly and lustful; you were sure to catch on by now. His question was borderline professional, yet inappropriate. At this point, Peter couldn’t care less because your face said it all.
“Good, really good,” You admitted with fluttering eyes as your hands gripped the sides of your shirt. Your name out of his mouth made you melt into his touch as you instinctively grinded your hips into his hand.
“What about this?” His ring finger slides in effortlessly, and they both curl inside you. You gasp, eliciting another shaky moan. His digits were thick and just the right length to satisfy you without even needing his cock, even though you wanted it. “God, you’re so tight. Imagine what you’d feel like around my cock.” He grumbles.
You gasp at his sudden profound language, but the dirtiness only made you more aroused. Your brain imagined how his cock would look buried so deep inside of you that you’d feel him in your stomach. You imagine this pre-cum leaking from his tip as he pulls out of you just to slam back in. Your core tensed at the thought.
“I didn’t hear you, Y/N,” He grunts gravelly, slowing his movements. He slips his fingers out, removing the glove swiftly. You whine at the emptiness, answering him. He was so sweet, yet dirty, and you loved it.
“So good! It feels so good, please don’t stop,” You plead and he smirks in satisfaction as he continues. His thumb rolls over your puffy clit, making your hips press into his hand as he slips back in. Your thighs contracted as they begged to close, but the locked stirrups blocked you from doing so.
“Who’s making you feel this good?” His tone was smooth and clear, almost contradicting his sinful actions. His pace becomes brutal, ramming in and out of you with no mercy. The rough texture of his bare hand sends a shiver up your spine as your orgasm nears.
“You! You, Peter,” Your chest heaves as choked moans leave your lips. His digits rub your throbbing nerves as his fingers glide against your walls addictingly good. Your fingernails dig into the soft flesh of your trembling thighs. His lips raise in another smirk as his cheeks flush that familiar pink. “I’m close, Peter,” You whimper, causing him to hiss at the harsh pulsing of his shaft when his name falls delicately from your lips just how he imagined.
“I know, honey. Can feel you clenching around me,” He groans when you release another noise of pleasure. His eyes wander down to your aching cunt as his fingers become drenched in your juices. You’re squeezing him torturously, on the edge of your break.
“Are you gonna come? Gonna come for me?”
Without another moment, your orgasm ripples through your body with a blissful wail. Clenched muscles and screwed eyes don’t even express the full ecstasy you feel. White liquid saturates Peter’s bare fingers before he licks them clean. It wasn’t the most sanitary, but he didn’t give one fuck.
Your face screams fucked out; perspired skin, droopy eyes, and a weary smile. In his ideal situation, he would have devoured you until you couldn’t take it anymore. But that was for another time. If there ever was another time, which he hoped there would be.
Just maybe not in a hospital.
“Well, Y/N, it seems like you are very healthy,” Peter grins, taking the tissues to clean you thoroughly. You can feel the heat radiating from your cheeks at his joking comment.
“Thanks, doctor,” Your voice came out a bit squeaky while your heart continued to stammer in your chest.
“After that, I think you should call me Peter,” He chuckles, sliding away in his stool to discard the tissues. Heat burns your skin from his adorable laugh.
“Peter it is then,” He helps you down the stirrups and you begin to get dressed with a goofy smile curling on your face. Peter doesn’t fail to notice this as his thoughts begin to wander. He knows he just met you, but he wants to see where this goes. He is confident that you’re interested in him (at least enough for him to finger you), so maybe asking you out isn’t the crazy idea he’s ever had.
“Y/N?” Suddenly, he didn’t feel so confident.
“Yeah?” Your response was breathless.
“Would you, um,” Peter hesitated to find the words. He really was like a little kid talking to his crush for the first time. “like to go out sometime? Maybe?”
You admire his bashfulness. He anxiously rolls up his coat sleeves while his face displaces a rosy blush. His brown eyes twinkled with hope as he waited for a reply.
“I would like that, doctor,” You smile genuinely and sweetly, your joyful energy calming his pent-up nerves. “I mean Peter.” You giggle when he blushes.
“Okay, okay, this is great. Here’s my number,” Peter scribbles messily on a small sheet of note paper, handing it to you. It was adorable how nervous he was for being a well-respected doctor who waltzed in with a sweet kind of confidence. You were giddy as well, but you were way better at hiding it clearly. You snatch the sheet with your fingers, tucking it away in your palm.
“Do you do this with all your patients, Dr. Parker?” You tease with a quirked eyebrow and a pointed finger at his chest. Peter huffs out a chuckle while clicking his tongue.
“Only the most beautiful ones,” He gently lifts your finger, kissing it gently before striding out of the room. Peter doesn’t forget to leave an arrogant wink as the heavy, wooden door closes abruptly.
Maybe being a doctor does make him arrogant. Sometimes.
You stand frozen, starstruck. Your breathing was back to heaving again because he left you breathless. And speechless. You jokingly wondered for a minute if you would die from a heart attack, due to the rapid thumping of a stupid organ against your ribs. Curious, you open your palm and unfold the slip of paper he wrote hastingly. Glancing past the number, you notice the small words underneath.
Please, call me Peter.
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Toasty and MC kissing in the rain
That's it that's the ask
SENT THIS ASK TO ALLIE FOR A RESPONSE!
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"Well. What now?"
Toasty suppressed a smirk as they looked down at you. Just as he thought, you were progressing from vexed to fuming after his remark.
"I knew you were going to lord this over me."
"It's been cloudy all day!"
"Yesterday was cloudy too!" You turned your head away with a simmering pout. "...And I didn't want to carry the umbrella."
Toasty burst into laughter– he couldn't help it, you're always so cute when you're grumpy like this– and gestured back to the bakery cafe you'd just left. "We can always head back in and nurse a coffee for a little while."
"You just said you were stuffed *and* your doctor said to lay off the caffeine."
"I didn't say I'd drink it. A couple of polite sips, at most."
"That's too reasonable. How about I make a run for the car and pick you up at the curb?"
"I think I'd be better equipped for that."
"Because you're so tall you'll make it there in three steps?"
"No, because I have a hoodie on." Toasty flipped up said hoodie, tucking their hair inside for good measure.
"I'm not gonna make the birthday boy run out in the rain!"
"Oh, come on! What's with the sudden chivalry?" A blush burned across their cheeks.
"It's just basic birthday decency. I'll be okay, honest. We'll just turn on the heat to dry me off."
He glanced out at the parking lot, then back at you, a softer grin spreading across his face. "What if the birthday boy wants to go…together?"
"Sure, and we could share your hoodie as we run."
Your quip has no bite, and Toasty calls you out on it by stretching the top of the hoodie over your head. "You'll have to stay close, then."
You made it all of two steps before getting completely soaked, laughing and play-shoving each other until you reached the car. You both leaned against the car doors, catching your breath and giggling in equal measure, until the damp and the cold finally won your full attention.
Toasty fished for his keys in his pockets, still holding the lip of the hoodie out. You watched his still-flushed face shift in concentration; it was hard not to smile seeing his furrowed brow and bit lip, framed with soaked locks of hair. The warmth of the moment almost canceled out the cold of the rain– almost.
"Hey. Hold on."
"Huh?"
You took hold of the lip of the hoodie, yanking it further out– and him closer to you. Toasty yelped, nearly crashing into you and dropping the car keys.
"Y–you'll stretch out my hoodie!"
"Oh, nooo."
"What happened to birthday decency?" Toasty avoided your eyes, their blush deepening.
"Superseded by the first birthday rule."
"The what?"
You drew closer. "Well, second birthday rule. The first is that the birthday boy gets to do whatever they want."
"Then the second?"
"That the birthday boy deserves a kiss."
You closed the distance, and Toasty melted.
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Battle Scars
Media The Artful Dodger
Character Jack Dawkins
Couple Jack X Reader
Rating Sweet + Fluffy
Requested:
literally, anything hurt/comfort or angst with a happy ending preferably Jack or newt but love your dnd au too Thank you love your writing ❤
Hello, could I request a Jack Dawkins x reader where maybe the reader gets in a fight or something over Jack and after he patches her up afterwards he is at first angry but after she tells him why she got into the fight he hold her close and it's fluffy and cute!
I stood, as usual, doing my work at the cat and bagpipes, men in the pub going about their business drinking, gambling, fighting and doing other such... manly things. Many of the girls I worked with were busy as they often were on Friday nights but I wasn't on that shift tonight, Instead, I was just serving and carting drinks around for My boss Rotty. I hurried about in my dress dropping things here and there as I went I noticed an empty tankard and the man to whom it belonged.
"Another Doctor Dawkins?" I asked as I collected some from the table beside his own,
"Uhhhhh no it's alright, Y/n." He said his face a little grim and tried as he pushed the tankard to the end of the table for me to collect it easily, I knew he wanted more but given his low pay or well lack of it he didn't exactly have a lot of cash to throw around on a Friday night, He would often come on a Friday night play some cards to get enough for a drink that he'd nurse a good while and then head home, he never saw the girls as he couldn't afford to even if I had offered him a discount more then once but he was such a gentleman and always politely declined.
"You sure? you sure nursed it,"
"It's been a long week,"
"Aww, one more? on me."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah sure, got to keep the doctor happy," I smiled as I took the tankard to refill it for him and I gave his cheek a pinch as I left which forced him to smile, I returned the empties and paid for Jack's drink out of my my tips from the evening,
"I don't know why you bother with him, he's not got any money you don't have to be nice to him." Mags said as she leant on the bar with her fan in hand,
"Magnolia," I glared as I loaded my tray, "Off it," I told her, as I took my tray and dropped off the drinks dropping Jack's off last,
"Thanks y/n." He smiled,
"You're welcome Jack," I cooed patting his blonde head as I tried to continue but he took my hand tugging me gently back to him and giving my hand a soft gentle kiss, "Awww that's my tip?"
"yeah, sorry..."
"I am more than happy to take my tips as such, just from you," I winked kissing his head before I got on with my work,
The night went off as usual dropping drinking where needed, seeing the regulars and the new guys in from a ship in port today, checking in on the card games and breaking up a few fights, I didn't mind actually I kinda prefer when I'm on this shift as you see people and have a much better evening with more going on, rather then on the other shift were you come out into the bar for five-ten minutes longer if someone wants you sat on their lap for a while the rest of the night your just laid on your back. And I just wasn't feeling it today which is fine Rotty didn't mind I think she knows I'm more a bar girl than a bed girl nowadays. I often passed Jack and gave him a smile which he often gave back, the girls didn't much bother with him as they all had a joke that Jack was 'Y/n's regular' even if we had never actually done anything it was just what they often referred to him as, none of them ever bothered because they knew he didn't have money so never much bothered to give him more then a smile unless of course he had been at the card tables winning as he often did, Then the girls would check up on him.
I returned to the bar cleaning some tankards when Jack approached, "Here," he smiled handing over his empty tankard,
"Aww thank you, you're the only one who doesn't just leave them," I laughed taking it back, "Another?"
"No, it's okay I need to get back."
"Course, have a nice night Doctor Dawkins,"
"You too y/n" He smiled kissing my hand before he headed out and off back to the hospital,
"he is cute," Mags smiled as she leant on the bar,
"Maybe," I shrug, trying to hide my blush at such a thought,
"Shame he's stoney broke."
"Mags," I warn,
"Ohh come on you can admit it he's a little lowlife"
"Mags." I warn louder,
"I mean everyone knows he's only a doctor because of the Navy, he's not smart enough to have gone to college like the other doctors."
"Magnolia," I warn,
"such a tiny little thing too, I bet we took his shirt off we could play a tune on his ribs."
"Magnolia, off it," I warn,
"at least as a doctor, he's got skilled quick fingers, 'cause he ain't doing much else with anything else."
"Magnolia enough."
"Really? Just cause you like him doesn't mean you have to lie, He's an uneducated scrawny little beggared"
"Mags!" I yelled setting my stuff down, "Enough."
"Fine," she smiled slowly moving away, "makes sense why he likes you so much, you're the only girl around here he can hope to afford." she smirked, "Or do you let him get off for free like his drinks?"
Okay, that's it! "Mag's Enough! you're a fucking whore you don't have cause to call anyone a lowlife!"
"I make more than he does!"
"Yeah lying on your back and letting men frost your stomach!" I yelled, "He saves people's lives, delivers babies, you know something actually worth doing!"
"Ohh come on you're only defending him because you like him!" she yelled back, "You ddin't have a crush on him we'd have kicked him out like we do every boy who hasn't the money to be worth anything! If you wanna go be some penniless doctor's housewife fine but don't waste a table on him that I- We could be making money on!"
"That's all you care about money!"
"Yes! So keep your poorper doctor boy in the gutter where he belongs!"
"Ughhh!" I yelled and pulled her hair, she screamed and shoved me into the bar.
Immediately it became an all-out fight and we weren't doing like a cute girl fight or even a cat fight this was a full-on bar brawl with chairs, tankards, punches, kicks, hair pulls, nails, slaps and at times biting, and when it was over we both needed a cart ride to the hospital for various injuries... and let's just say Rotty was not happy we were fighting, or breaking chairs, or tankards, and a window.
I was put in a room far away from Mags and I sat on the bed trying not to whine from pain,
"Y/n?" I heard making me look up to see Jack at the door he saw me and the state I was in for a second he looked heartbroken but then rage boiled behind his eyes,
"Hi, Jack,"
"What the bloody hell happened!"
"I can-"
"Who did this to you! what kind of sick twisted bastard did this to you!" He yelled,
"Jack please-"
"Who was it! I'll beat the living daylights out of them you just see if I won't" He yelled "Give me his name."
"Jack-"
"Give me his fucking name y/n!"
"Mags."
"M-Mag- Mags did this to you?" He asked softening for a moment, "Magnolia did this to you?"
"Yeah,"
"Why?"
"I uhhh... May have gotten in a fight with her."
"yeah, I could figure that out. why did she suddenly turn and fight you."
"I may have pulled her hair..."
"So you started it?"
"Yeah."
"Y/n! You can't start a fight with someone!" He scolds "Look at you! look at what's happened to you and you're lucky you got out with just this!"
"I know but-" I suddenly felt like a child being told off by their father,
"Why on earth would you start a fight with Mags she's twice your size and you know she can kick a horse down the street, are you stupid or something why would you start anything with her let alone let it go on to a full-on fight? I can't believe you!"
"I'm sorry Jack."
He sighed putting a hand through his hair, "Do you have any idea how stupid that was?"
"Yes..."
"she could have killed you!"
"I know..."
"At least you're alright," He sighed kissing my forehead, "But I'm still mad at you,"
"I know." I giggled,
"You know what no. I'm not mad at you."
"You're not?"
"No. I'm not mad. I'm just disappointed."
Immediately my heart sank, god damn why does that still work on me as an adult woman, "I'm sorry..."
"I know you are," He said, "Come on let's get your battle scars looked at," he said "But I am not kissing your bruises better." he joked
"Aww, why not?" I playfully whined
"No, no I'm not doing it I'm still angry at you. that's your punishment little lady I'm not kissing them better."
"But how will they get better without kisses?"
"well should have thought about that before you started a fight." He said slowly but surely he went over my body cleaning and wrapping my every cut, motioning every bruise, checking the extent of the damage done to me, "There, that's all of them, now look after yourself alright."
"I will I promise,"
"Good, I do not want you back in here for another fight." he warns, "Or else."
"Or else what?"
"Else your next battle is gonna be with me." He warns tapping my nose, "Okay?"
"Okay." I nodded,
"Good, what did you and Mags get into a fight over."
"I- I can't"
"Tell me." He ordered, "Now. Before I really do get mad at you again."
"...You."
he froze up looking me over before finally meeting my eyes, "Me?"
"Yeah..."
"You got into a fight with mags, over me?"
"Yeah,"
"You... you... got into a fight over me? why?"
"I can't-"
"Y/n. why did you get into a fight with her,"
"she... she said some bad things about you,"
"What did she say?"
"she called you stoney broke, called you a little lowlife, called you not smart enough to have gone to college, a tiny little thing, she said at least as a doctor, you've got skilled quick fingers, 'cause he ain't doing much else with anything else, she called you an uneducated scrawny little beggared" I explained and every word looked as if it cut him open, "She said we should keep the poorper doctor boy in the gutter, where you belong,"
"she- she said all that?"
"she did." I nodded,
"and- and you defended me?"
"Of course I did."
"You defended me! You started a fight for me! You... you got all these battle scars... for me?"
"I did."
He cracked a smile and gave my lips a soft gentle kiss before he pulled me into his chest as close as possible stroking my hair, "Thank you y/n."
"It's okay,"
"No, really, thank you. You don't know how much that means to me."
"You're welcome Jack," I smiled, "Happy to get a few battle scars for you."
"Well, not too many I hope. You didn't have to do that for me..."
"I know, but I did. You'd have done the same for me wouldn't you?"
"Of course I would, I'd get a thousand battle scars for you." he said kissing my head, "that doesn't mean I'm not still mad at you." he chuckled,
"I know," I laughed, "I accept that you're mad at me, for being stupid and starting a fight."
"No more starting fights, or getting into fights, just no more fighting in general."
"I promise." I nodded,
"Good girl." he cooed kissing my forehead,
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summary: Y/N’s alive but she’s not who she used to be, Harry has to deal with the aftermath.
notes: this is part three of this fic so it is still considered a dark fic. it contains mentions of medical talks, a panic attack and guns.
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Harry can’t believe his ears, when EJ told him that Y/N was alive he ran out the door, the man screaming for help left tied to the chair and forgotten as Harry’s main goal was to go to the hospital to find his one true love. He rushed through traffic, EJ holding on for dear life but would never try to correct him. He knows just how much she meant to him. When they got to the hospital, they rushed through the doors to the nurses desk.
“Excuse me, we’re looking for a Y/N L/N. We got a call from this hospital.” EJ’s quick to speak, he knows Harry wouldn’t be as polite and would just demand the information from the nurse, and that’s not how they would get the information.
The nurse types quickly and turns to look at them.
“Yes she’s here, are you related?” She peers over her glasses, her eyes full of judgment and they both know that they look very inappropriate for the setting, much less like they’re related to her. Harry clears his throat before he answers.
“Uh I’m her boyfriend, and this is just a close friend of mine who cares about her as well.” The nurse nods, a tight smile on her lips before she tells them that Harry can visit now and that EJ will have to visit later. Harry nods and rushes through the hospital as fast as he can without being stared at or escorted out.
He reaches the room right as the doctor is about to head inside as well.
“Excuse me, I’m Y/N’s boyfriend.” He says and the doctor nods.
“Well, I’m glad you could make it. She’s alive and stable, but I’m worried she has memory loss. The bullet managed to enter and exit relatively clean but there was still some damage caused by the bullet. We saved her, but I’m letting you know that the aftermath won’t be pretty. She has a high chance of seizures, there’s a chance she could be paralyzed and of course the memory loss.” Harry nods his head, listening intently and he clenches his fist.
He can’t believe this, the words bounce around in his head. He wants to cry, to scream. She doesn’t deserve this at all. He sighs, it’s filled with sorrow and sadness.
“Okay.” It’s all he can manage to get out and the doctor nods before opening the door. Harry’s eyes immediately go towards her laying on the bed, her eyes opening slowly and her hair braided into one big braid, a patch of hair missing from where they had to operate but he’s sure they can figure a cute way to cover it. The sound of the machines beeping fills his ears, and the smell is something he wishes he couldn’t have to smell. It smells like medicine, like sadness, like she shouldn’t be here. He hates this, it tugs at his heart and squeezes it at the same time.
“Hi, Miss L/N. I’m Doctor Young, I’m here to check on you. You have a visitor as well.” The doctor speaks and Y/N turns her head to face him, her brows furrowed curiously.
“Don’t try to force anything, if she doesn’t remember you it’s not your fault. It’ll take time or it just won’t come back at all,” The doctor whispers to Harry and he nods. He can’t help but to stare at her, to take in every detail. She looks different but the same, she lacks the usual happy glow she has whenever she’s around him, her lips are chapped and she looks tired. She looks so tired, and he hates it. He wants to wrap her up in his arms and kiss her forehead and let her rest properly, tell her that everything will be okay and he’ll protect her.
He cautiously takes a step forward towards her and she doesn’t do anything.
“Hi, Y/N. I missed you so much, I love you. I’m so glad you’re okay.” Harry says, he can already tell he’s gonna cry regardless of what happens. She just looks at him, her eyes unfocused and face blank of all emotion. Harry can feel the lump forming in his throat, fuck he hates this. He wants her to say something, anything. He wants her back.
“I just want to say that life hasn’t been the same without you. You’re my everything and I need you, please come back to me baby.” He says as a tear falls down his cheek, this is his own personal hell, his karma he guesses. He has to take his own punishment, but it really just fucking sucks. She hums, her brows still furrowed in confusion.
“‘M sorry.” She says softly, she’s staring straight at him and he wants to scream. She doesn’t know who he is.
Months went by and many changes have happened. Harry stepped down from being Head Boss, gave the title to EJ and chose to only do bare minimum computer work for them. Y/N eventually regained a little of her memory back, not much but enough to know that Harry was a big part of her life and that he was dangerous - which led to her having a panic attack in the bathroom one night and he stored all of his guns away out of their apartment. He’s desperate to show her he’s capable of change, of not being this dangerous man that haunts her in her sleep. He hates whenever she flinches at his sudden movements and loud noises, a painful reminder that he’s the one that essentially ruined her life.
He watches over her carefully, never leaving the house without him no matter how many times she argues that she’s fine and can take care of herself, accompanying her to all of her doctor’s appointments and physical therapy. He won’t let her out of his sight, he’s too scared of reliving that painful day and losing her for good. He tries not to hover though, he sees the annoyance flash through her eyes anytime he says he’s coming, she doesn’t necessarily want much to do with him at the moment even though she knows vaguely they had an intimate relationship before all of this. It’s just a hard change to battle with her own brain and only come up with blanks whenever she tries to remember anything. It’s exhausting and as much as she wants to hate Harry, she can’t bring herself too. A part deep down inside of her knows that she’s meant to love him fully and unconditionally.
Over time, they both grew to love each other in the present instead of trying to fix what was broken in the past, it wouldn’t do anything other than cause annoyance and anger, arguments and misunderstandings. And whenever Y/N looks at Harry, she sees light, love. She feels a love that’s golden like daylight, warm like summer air, and a feeling of never ending happiness. She might be broken as some might call it, but she’s never felt so put together as she does now. She loves him, unconditionally and fully, just like she did before it all fell down.
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me to you, you to me — 013. not slick
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warning(s) — mention of food and drink, mentions of alcohol and being tipsy, mingyu being a himbo lol
"y/n are you ready yet?" seokmin called from the living room of your apartment. seokmin was waiting for you to finish getting ready so that the two of you could head over to the restaurant for dinner.
"almost! i'll be out in five minutes max!" y/n called back. seokmin couldn't help but chuckle, he knew y/n hated being late to any event but he still wanted to get to the restaurant a little early so they could take their time going in without causing a scene.
at that moment, y/n exited from the bathroom looking absolutely stunning. for someone who talks way too much, his girlfriend definitely knew how to take his breath away each and every time. and seokmin couldn't help but blush as he felt so lucky to be able to call y/n his most precious significant other.
now that the couple (finally) decided it would be appropriate to inform the rest of the hospital of their relationship, everything was a little more at ease. however, even though most things seemed normal, there was a weird feeling that seokmin couldn't quite shake away. especially when minghao had invited him to attend the dinner…
y/n and seokmin both arrived at the restaurant and entered the establishment to see some of the other staff members had already reserved a room for the party to enjoy.
"hey look who arrived!" minghao interrupted the small talk around the table. everyone looked up to see that y/n and seokmin had walked in. "nice to see you guys!" minghao greeted as he leaded the two over to the table. he sat the two next to each other because obviously the couple would want to be seated next to each other.
"did you guys arrive at the same time?" mingyu asked the two.
"yeah, you could say that!" y/n giggled.
"how about jaehyun though? i thought you and him would have come together." mingyu laughed. y/n's smile dropped and seokmin couldn't help but roll his eyes. he decided not to really listen to them as his current conversation with one of the interns, vernon, was much more interesting… well mostly.
"what do you mean mingyu?" y/n asked politely, "did jaehyun mention that he needed a ride or something?"
"no not really, but i just assumed from your guys' tweets that you were together!" y/n couldn't help but tilt her head to the side in complete confusion. however before she was able to respond to the doctor's absurd theories, the rest of the party guests arrived.
the dinner finally began with drinks being served and appetizers being passed around happily. the dinner progressed with delicious entrees and lots of alcohol. the mood was fun and light, it made seokmin almost forget about the fact that dr. kim kept bugging his girlfriend about jaehyun.
actually, he couldn't really forget about it because the man kept bringing it up every other conversation topic. it got to the point where almost everyone at the table was focused on their conversation.
"mingyu i don't know what you're talking about," jaehyun chuckled, "i'm not dating anyone at the hospital." mingyu slapped jaehyun's back in a friendly way,
"no need to hide your romance dude! it's completely okay for coworkers to date!" everyone could tell that mingyu was a little tipsy at this point, "just look at the gs and neuro department! now it's time for pediatrics to come out with a cute couple!"
at this point, seokmin isn't sure if he can take it anymore. he is millimeters away from just telling mingyu off that there is indeed already a couple in pediatrics…
"i thought you guys already had a couple?" everyone at the table turned their attention onto chan the intern. "is it not nurse seokmin and nurse y/n?"
the whole table got quiet. seokmin couldn't help the blush the appeared on his cheeks. did y/n already start telling people that they were together? seokmin stole a quick glance at y/n and was surprised to see that she was also flustered at the revelation.
"pft! it's not them chan!" mingyu laughed heartily, "it's jaehyun and y/n but the two lovebirds are just too shy to admit it!"
"i thought y/n and seokmin were also dating… i mean i thought it was obvious." vernon said in his usual tone.
a few nods and agreements were heard around the table and minghao couldn't help but keep the smile off of his face, "that's literally what i've been telling mingyu but the guy just wouldn't listen!"
"yeah it's pretty obvious that y/n and seokmin are together," seungcheol added, "i saw seokmin multiple times come to the hospital to pick up y/n even though he was off for that day."
"we've also seen them on multiple dates at the sushi place a few blocks from the hospital!" jun said happily, "the neuro department goes there sometimes for happy hour and we've seen them all lovey-dovey together!"
"i also have multiple pictures of them sneaking off at the hospital garden together," seungkwan adds, "you guys aren't slick!"
"w-what?" mingyu blushes, "are you guys serious?" the pouty puppy looks towards the couple in question who are quite frankly still in shock that the whole hospital indeed knows that the two are dating but not because anybody told them, but because the couple themselves are just not good at hiding their relationship.
"we all knew that the fighting and the hating each other was a cover for it." jihoon stated, "the two of you are the nicest person ever, so you guys acting like you hate each other… i'll just say that you're not cut out to be an actor."
it was now at this point where jaehyun decided to pat mingyu on the back reassuringly, "if it makes you feel any better dude i am dating someone--but they don't work at this hospital."
unfortunately, this was not the easy win that mingyu was expecting.
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One Little Trip to the ER
Human Doctor!Klaus M. Yandere Pt.1
Warning: Non/Dub-con (Somnophilia), Previous Abusive Relationship, Drug Use (date rape drugs…kinda?), Breeding Kink, Yandere/Psychopathic Behavior/Manipulation, Assault, Age-Gap
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Part 2
For Klaus it started in the ER. He loved working in the ER as everyday was different, and it generated some truly funny experiences and stories.
For him it was love at first sight. He saw Y/n sitting on the side of the hospital bed looking tired and uncomfortable but she was beautiful and sweet. As he walked in she looked up at him and blushed, Klaus noticing for the first time the black eye on the side of her face he hadn’t been able to see before however as he also saw her clutching her arm to her body he assumed her eye isn’t why she was here. He had looked at the x-ray and he knew her arm was broken and had clearly been done so purposefully and he was enraged by the idea of someone harming such a sweet girl…his sweet girl.
‘Hello Miss. Y/L/n. I’m Dr.Mikaelson. It’s lovely to meet you, I’m sorry it’s under these circumstances.’ She wouldn’t meet his eyes, now looking down at his shoes as he spoke, and when she responded it was so quiet he nearly couldn’t hear her.
‘Hi. You can just call me Y/n.’
‘Well then you can call me Klaus, hmm? You clearly have a broken arm, the good news is you don’t need surgery, I just need to wrap you up in a cast which a nurse is bringing me right now. Can you tell me what happened Y/n?’ She looked surprised as he pulled the chair over to sit across from her, giving her a harder time avoiding his gaze.
‘I tripped down the stairs is all.’
‘You seem to do that a lot according to your chart. 3 times in the last 2 months you’ve been here.’
She just shrugged as the nurse came in with a tray and set it down for him. ‘I’m a klutz, I always have been…I’m a mess honestly.’
‘Well, I’m sorry to hear that. You have much too pretty a face to be damaging it with bruising.’ Once again she blushed a dark red that was so cute he felt his cock twitch in his pants.
Klaus began wrapping her arm up in gauze before the cast wrap and noticed her taking peeks at him with that blush still heavy on her face.
‘Alright. I’m going to give you a mild pain medication for the next 3 days, I know how difficult sleep is when you’re in pain so they should help and I need to ask you, are you safe going home Y/n? Did someone do this to you?’ He knew the answer, and he could tell from the way she looked at him that she knew that he knew too.
‘I’m okay, thank you. I’m just clumsy.’
‘I don’t think that’s true Y/n and if you change your mind, just come back here, okay?’ She looked surprised but nodded her head.
‘Thank you Klaus. I appreciate it, most doctors are assholes, it’s really nice to see one that’s not.’
‘Sadly that’s true, many doctors lose their compassion through all the politics, regulations and money. Also patients that are rude or drug addicts.’ He teased seeing her smile for the first time, giggling a bit and once again he felt his cock in his pants twitch, clearly not willing to listen to his brain today.
It was at that moment that the curtain was ripped open and a tall man stopped short with a sneer on his face. ‘What the fuck is this?’
‘Jake, this is Dr.Mikaelson. He just wrapped my broken arm.’ He didn’t look shocked or even the least bit gentle.
‘Good. Let’s go.’
‘Hold on there, not so fast. I haven’t discharged her yet. Give me just a moment, she’ll be out soon if you could go wait in the waiting room.’ Jake looked angry instantly and Klaus could see how explosive he could be. Klaus is an angry individual so he knows exactly what a dangerously angry man looks and acts like.
‘I think I’ll stay, Y/n would be more comfortable with me here.’ He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and he watched her cringe but never move away.
‘He can stay.’ Klaus reminded himself that this man is an abuser and that her response is conditioned and not her fault at all. She is just trying to survive.
‘Alright. I’m going to get you the script and your papers. Remember what I said, no more trips down the stairs.’ He warned and she blushed again as he left.
Her boyfriend dragged her out of there as soon as she had the folder and he spent the next week thinking about her like crazy. It didn’t bother him that he was a 36 year old man in love with a 19 year old girl, she was meant to be his and he knew it! That night when he went home he had his hand firmly wrapped around his cock for hours before he was finally willing to search her in the hospital computer and found her apartment address, finding it and finding a spot to sit and watch her, able to see in through her sliding door as she went about her day. That is how he spent his days off.
He saw her again three weeks later back in his ER and he practically snatched the patient folder from his friend, determined to be her doctor.
When he opened the curtain he saw her eye swollen nearly completely shut, her bottom lip split and a dark bruise on her jaw.
‘Y/n. What happened darling?’ She looked up at him stunned.
‘You remember me?’ Her voice was rough and only then did he see the dark red marks on her throat beginning to bruise.
‘Of course I do. I was concerned when I first saw you, especially once I met your boyfriend. Tell me what’s going on.’ He couldn’t stop himself from reaching out and touching her throat, feeling it gently but making sure not to hurt her.
‘I tried to leave…he came home early.’ Tears welled up in her eyes and he sat beside her on the bed, wrapping her in his arms firmly but not too hard, unsure if she was bruised anywhere else.
‘It’s alright. You did so good love, you got away from him. You are so strong.’ She was clearly trying to hold it together but it only took a few seconds for her to fall apart and tighten her arms around his neck, sobbing against him. ‘Let it out lovely, it’s okay. You did so good, you are worth so much more than him, you deserve to be taken care of, and I’m going to take care of you, okay?’
She nodded her head in his neck, sniffling adorably. ‘Thank you Klaus. My throat really hurts.’
‘I can see that. Anything else?’
She showed him her bruised ribs but nothing was broken thankfully. He spent the next few hours taking care of her and giving her some meds so that he could postpone her discharge until he got off, getting her papers just as he was going home having convinced her to stay with him, not willing to let her go back to Jake.
He got her into his car without anyone seeing them and picked up some dinner for them before they got back to his house. ‘I don’t want to put you out, are you sure that this is okay-‘
‘Stop asking that. It’s more than alright. Let’s get you something to sleep in and you can hop into the shower. The hot water will make you feel so much better.’ He grabbed her a Henley and a pair of boxers, he had some of his sisters clothes from how many times she had stayed here but he desperately wanted to see her in his clothes. ‘Now, I want you to tell me Jakes address so that I can go get your things.’ Her eyes went wide and he could see she definitely didn’t see that coming.
‘Klaus, no! I don’t want-‘
‘I don’t want him to set his eyes on your pretty face ever again, he doesn’t deserve it Y/n.’
‘He’ll hurt you! I can’t let you do this, please?’ She looked desperate while he turned on the shower for her.
‘He won’t harm me. I promise, I’m just going to get your already packed bags and come back. Let me do this for you.’ He wasn’t asking, now that she’s in his house she’s not leaving! That idiot will never put his hands on her again!
She gave him the address that he already knew and he smiled, kissing her head and turning to go before she grabbed his arm. ‘Klaus…why are you doing this? You’re my doctor, you’re not responsible for me, why are you helping me? I don’t understand.’ She was confused and scared, he knew she would be but he would never hurt her like Jake did.
‘Admittedly I thought you were gorgeous when we first met, but I was your doctor and I won’t be inappropriate at work. You are a sweet girl trying to get out of an abusive relationship, and you need some help. I’m in a position to do that and I know that if I let you walk out that door and you end up back in that house with nowhere to go and next time I see you it’s in the ICU or worse…I will never forgive myself.’ He teared up, trying to show her how soft and caring he could be knowing that she’s used to a guy who can’t do those things as a psychopath.
Her face fell and he could see how well it was working, she was exactly where he wanted her. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, feeling the tears soak up in his shirt on his shoulder. ‘Thank you Klaus…I won’t forgive myself if you get hurt either, at least let me come with you and-‘
‘No. Get in the shower, you need to rest those sore muscles. Your things will be here by the time you get out and I’ll give you something to help you sleep. I’m off tomorrow, we’ll spend the day relaxing, get you feeling better and we’ll talk about what we’re going to do. Okay? Just try not to worry until then.’ He kissed her forehead and shut the door behind him as he left.
The trip to the apartment was quick, Jake only lived about 5 minutes from him but in a very different neighborhood. Klaus had a large house that he wouldn’t call a mansion but some people probably would and it was on 9 acres of land. The apartment building that this moron had his Princess living in was a shitty floor level place that looked rat infested on the outside, where he could see almost the entire apartment through the sliding door. Good for Klaus now, bad for Y/n in the long run. Unlike Jake, Klaus would never run the risk of any other man seeing his Princess in any exposed fashion, she belonged to him, whether she knows it yet or not.
He knocked on the door loud enough to ensure the jackass would wake up and as soon as the door swung open Klaus dug his fist straight into Jakes face knocking him off of his feet.
‘Yo! What The Fuck Man?!’ He rolled his eyes as he stepped through the door.
‘That’s not even half of what you made Y/n feel. That lovely girl trusted you, gave herself to you, and you repay her by causing her pain?! You don’t deserve to live, you are the definition of garbage and while I want more than anything to kill you, sadly I’m only here for her bags.’ He looked up and saw 2 suitcases a backpack and a duffel bag sitting in the next room which he moved to grab. He carried the suitcases out to his car before coming back and seeing Jake with a baseball bat pointed at him.
‘Get the fuck outta my house! She’s coming back, she’s mine! Y/n knows she can’t live without me-‘
‘Oh but she can. She’s going to stay with me now, she’s mine Jake.’ His eyes practically caught flame before he swung the bat which Klaus ducked back from and grabbed when it got stuck in the wall, hitting the moron and kneeling into him where he now resides on the ground. ‘You will never touch her again, violently or otherwise. But I will, whether she knows it yet or not I will make sure she falls in love with me. It won’t be hard after dating an ass like you, all I need to do is show her how soft and loving I can be. I’m already halfway there, she’s mine now. It’s my hands that will be on her body tonight, kissing every inch of that perfect skin that you enjoyed bruising. My tongue and cock that will fuck every hole she has, and she will only ever cry in ecstasy. The only way, so I’ve been told, you didn’t make her cry.’ He tried to buck Klaus off of him and only ended up thrusting up against him before Klaus punched him again, his head bouncing off of the floor, punching him 3 more times before he stopped not wanting to damage his hands by splitting his knuckles, it would make Y/n wonder what had happened to him. ‘I’m going to taste her. I’m going to fuck her. I’m going to knock her up and make her mine forever, she’ll warm my bed and have my babies, and if you ever come near her again I will kill you. And don’t even think about going to the police for this, you can’t prove anything and my brother is the chief. God forbid your apartment catches fire and no one responds to your call, hmm? Or no one follows up on your accusations of being beaten within an inch of your life by a very well known, and highly respected doctor in this small town. Don’t think about calling her either, if I find out you did, and I will, I’m going to come back here.’ His eyes were bugging out in fear, clearly stunned at the fact that a doctor is kneeling on his chest and threatening to burn his home down. ‘She’s mine.’
He stood, stepping on his chest and walking over him to get the other bags before walking out and shutting the door behind him. After washing the blood off of his hands which luckily weren’t bruised, he looked through all of the bags removing the laptop, iPad and phone from the backpack, mixing up her bags to make it look like they had been pulled apart before stopping at Target on the way home. He tried to be fast so Y/n wouldn’t get worried, grabbing a black weaved basket filling it with a pomegranate and mango body wash and a purple loofah. He also grabbed a black scalp massager, a rosemary and mint shampoo and conditioner along with hair ties, clips, hairbrush, several scents of body scrubs, toothbrush, razors, deodorant and a nail care kit. Klaus wanted Y/n to have everything she would need that he didn’t already have to give her and also allow her to have soap that wasn’t men’s soap. He knew this would make her feel like he was thinking about her in ways Jake never did or would. He got a few different kinds of chocolate for the basket and a soft, fluffy black and red plaid blanket as well as grabbing a giant polar bear stuffed animal he thought she would fall in love with.
When he got home he walked through the door with her duffel bag and backpack to see her standing there with a worried look on her face before she jumped to wrap her arms around him. ‘I missed you too Princess.’ He laughed, dropping the bags and wrapping his arms around her.
‘I thought he had hurt you! You were gone for so long!’ He kissed her cheek before pulling away.
‘I’m sorry. Jake had torn your bags apart and I had to put everything back in, I apologize that they’re messy but I think I got it all. I stopped at the store to get you a few things. I’ll get the suitcases.’ He ran back out, grabbing the suitcases and the basket that he had put together, carrying the bear awkwardly, leaving the basket and bear on the steps, bringing the suitcases in to see Y/n looking through her backpack frantically.
‘He took my phone! My laptop! Bastard!’
‘Relax love, just relax. Come here.’ He pulled her to stand up and wiped her eyes dry. ‘No more tears Princess. He is not worth your tears, you’ve cried too many for him. No more.’ Klaus enjoyed the way her eyes lit up as he said that, her red face smiling up at him happily despite the entire shitty day. ‘Close your eyes Princess.’ She looked confused but did as he said as he quickly moved to grab the basket and bear, carrying them in and shutting the door behind him. The fact that she did what she was told without questioning him let him know he was right when he had chosen her, she truly was perfect.
As he placed the bears head in her hands, it sitting on the floor quite literally more than half of her body height tall, she opened her eyes which widened before she squealed. ‘Klaus! Oh my God! He’s perfect! I love him!’ She dropped to her knees and wrapped her body around him making Klaus laugh. ‘Oh my God! He must have cost a fortune!’
‘Don’t do that. Nothing I ever buy you is something for you to worry about in any way. I have plenty of money. You deserve to be taken care of. Speaking of which.’ He set the basket beside her and she began looking through everything excitedly, smelling the soaps and inspecting everything.
‘You got me a scalp scrubber? I didn’t know men knew what those were!’ She giggled while Klaus took her bags and carried them up the stairs to her bedroom right beside his, coming back down and seeing she was smelling the body scrubs. ‘This is amazing! Peach sorbet, Watermelon, Pineapple? These smell fantastic! I can’t believe you got all of this for me. I have a hair and tooth brush you know? You didn’t have to-‘
‘I wanted to. I wanted to make sure you have everything here to make you comfortable. I would really like it if you would stay, I…I can’t let you end up back there with him. He threatened me with a bat darling.’
‘WHAT!?’
‘He told me you would end up back with him whether you like it or not. I’m genuinely scared what will happen if you leave, I’m asking you to stay Y/n, this-‘ he gestured to the basket. ‘-is me asking you to stay.’ Klaus could tell she was torn and worried and he wanted to ease that for her. ‘You won’t be a bother to me, I have plenty of money, more than I know what to do with honestly and I live alone. Sometimes my sister stays for a few nights or one of my brothers but I would love some company. You’ll have your own room and bathroom, I would prefer you don’t lock the door in case something happens but if it makes you feel better I understand…we can go shopping for whatever else you need, I just tried to get the basics.’
‘Klaus! You did great, okay? It’s all wonderful but…how can I live in your house without giving you anything back? I’m broke, I have nothing. I moved in with him when I was a 17 year old idiot, my family hates me, I have no income-‘
‘I don’t want money. I have money, I like you and I want to help you. I don’t want you to get a job, I want you to rest and get better. For now that’s enough. Now let’s get you to bed.’ He grabbed her backpack and the basket as she carried her bear to her room which she was blown away by. ‘You showered in my bathroom, this one is yours. The sheets were changed since my sister stayed a few weeks ago so it’s all clean.’
‘This room and bathroom is more than half the size of my whole apartment…thank you Klaus. Really, thank you.’ He set the bear down on her bed and hugged her as she laid her head on his chest.
‘If you wait a moment I’ll get you something to help you sleep?’
‘Okay. That sounds great.’
He walked back to his room to the medicine cabinet which had about every kind of medication you could ever need, taking hold of a sleep medication he knew would knock her out! He brought her back a pill and a bottle of cold water, handing it to her. ‘This will help, you won’t be up all night and I have this lotion that should help ease the bruising on your neck…can I?’ He pointed to her throat and Y/n blushed, nodding her head. Sitting on the edge of the bed she pulled her hair into a bun and let him see the marks that had colored significantly since the hospital. ‘How a man does this to his women I will never know. You have wonderful skin, it should never be tainted with bruises.’ He gently rubbed the lotion into her skin and around her eye as well, enjoying being allowed to touch her.
‘Will you put some on my ribs too?’ Klaus nodded, watching as she pulled up his Henley and laid back. He desperately wanted to lean down and press his lips to her stomach, her beautiful untainted skin made him want to touch her everywhere. He took his time rubbing the lotion in everywhere, his cock awakening as he heard her sigh. ‘You’re really pretty. Do you know that? I bet women tell you that a lot.’ He smiled, seeing the sleeping meds beginning to kick in.
‘I’ve been told a time or two. Thank you Princess, you’re very sweet, aren’t you?’ She nodded quickly.
‘Uh huh. I’m the sweetest.’ She giggled and he quickly fixed his shirt to cover his now hard cock in his pajama pants. ‘Why aren’t you married? You’re a sexy doctor, you’re sweet and generous…and rich! Why you got no ring?’
‘Honestly? All of the women I’ve gone out with knew I was a doctor. Most women go out with doctors and only do it for the money. They expect fancy dinners and flowers and gifts and jewelry, they don’t care about me they just want a rich doctor.’ Her face fell instantly and all of a sudden she jumped up, wrapping around his neck and climbing into his lap with her legs around his hips. ‘Oh wow, okay. You’re a lovey little thing when you’re tired, aren’t you?’
‘You’re the sweetest! Why are women so awful!? You should be with a man because he’s wonderful and sweet…then again I moved in with a broke idiot at 17 because I loved him and I didn’t care about money and look at where I am? Mooching off a sexy doctor cause my boyfriend is an abusive fuck face! I’m such an idiot-‘
‘You’re not an idiot. He is for letting you go. I love the fact that you’re not a greedy bitch, you are wonderful and I think I fell in love with you the moment I saw you.’ Klaus was focused on holding his hips back so that she didn’t feel his hard-on against her pussy. She pulled back from his neck and looked up at him for just a moment before looking up and pressing her lips to his, completely surprising him.
He pressed his lips against hers and pressed his hand to her neck to hold her in place, hearing her moan against his mouth before seeming to realize all at once what she was doing and pulling back with a dark red face, nearly falling onto the floor if he hadn’t grabbed her. ‘Oh God! I’m sorry! Im so sorry Klaus, I’m sorry! Fuck, I’m so-‘ He pressed his hand over her mouth to stop her from talking.
‘Stop, it’s okay! It’s alright, I’m not upset. I’ve already told you that I like you. No more worrying, come on, let’s get in bed sleepy girl.’ She laid back on the pillows against her stuffed animal while he spread her new blanket over her. His hand reached up and brushed her hair from her face, seeing her eyes closed and watching her breathing even out as she drifts off, the medication wreaking havoc on her body and pushing her into dreamland. ‘Y/n?’ She didn’t respond to him so he tried again. ‘Y/n? Are you awake?’ Nothing. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her soft lips all over again and just imagining how they would feel around his cock. His hand trailed up her side, caressing her hip and ribs before pushing the shirt over her chest to reveal it to his eyes. ‘Fuck.’ Klaus groaned, hesitating only a second before leaning down and wrapping his lips around her nipple which cause her to gasp and moan a needy moan. Kissing across her breasts to suck on her other rosy nipple before kissing down her bruised ribs and belly until he got to his boxers. ‘Just a taste…just a little taste.’ The boxers came down easily though he froze halfway down as she moaned a bit, her hand moving to squeeze at her own breast in her sleep thanks to his actions. As the boxers got to her knees he looked at her pretty little pussy, spreading her lips apart and leaning down to trail his tongue up her slit, a high pitched moan falling from her perfect lips. ‘So sweet! God I want you to ride my face so fucking badly! Such a pretty little pussy.’ Klaus tried his best to be delicate as he tasted her, caressing her bud with his tongue and instantly becoming addicted to the sweet juices her cunt made especially for him. He pushed his middle finger into her hole and felt how tight she was, he knew that idiot couldn’t have even begun to make her feel good but Klaus knew that he could! He pulled the boxers off the rest of the way before lifting her legs onto his shoulders and burying his face into her pussy knowing that the medication had kicked in enough that she wouldn’t be waking and even if she did, with the high dose he gave her she would just pass it off as a dream.
Her hips began to move against his face after a few moments of him spearing his tongue into her tight hole and her sweet little whimpers had made him harder than he believes he’s ever been in his life. It didn’t take long before her muscles tightened and she came all over his mouth allowing him to clean the rest of her cream from her cunt before pulling away and finally taking a deep breath, resting his head on her thigh.
‘You’re mine now Princess, and I will never let you get away. I’m going to make you all mine.’ He sat up, ripping his pants and boxers away before spreading her legs and resting his cock against her wet slit. ‘I’m going to fuck you so full you’ll be carrying my babies before you know it. Can’t wait to see your belly swell with my child.’ He rocked back and forth, rubbing himself over her, unwilling to fuck her before she was awake to cry out in ecstasy but unable to stop himself from touching her sweet pussy. ‘All mine gorgeous.’ He growled, his hips jerking forward, covering his mouth to stop the loud cry that escaped his lips when he came all over her cunt. ‘Look how beautiful you are. Perfection.’ Grabbing his phone from his pocket he quickly snapped a picture of her like this, breasts exposed under her bunged up shirt, naked from the chest down and covered in his cum on her glistening pussy. ‘By tomorrow you will be beneath me willingly, and I promise you will enjoy every second of it.’
Klaus quickly cleaned her off before redressing her and lifting her from the bed, carrying her into his bedroom and tucking her under the covers beside him. He wrapped around her and before he could move her she snuggled her face into his chest where she comfortably slept for the rest of the night.
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You have an appointment for an exam at Dr. Lee's office.
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“Hello, good evening, are you miss Y/L/N?” The door of the office opens and a young man in a lab coat with a clipboard steps out, turning to you with a question. You're the only person in the waiting room, patiently sitting on the bench, killing time on your phone. This doctor is way too handsome , you think, and it makes you a little nervous. He’s tall, dark haired, with pretty and delicate features, and even his hands, holding the clipboard with his schedule, are somewhat too gentle looking for a man’s hands.
“Hello, yes, that’s me,” you reply politely, and stand up to gather your coat and bag hurriedly.
You’re struggling to not drop anything and he just sort of keeps staring and it’s making you a bit embarrassed. As if you already weren’t embarrassed and uncomfortable just from the nature of the appointment itself. Which is, just a basic gynaecological exam - routine, but unnerving, especially with a new - young and hot , as your brain helpfully supplies - doctor.
“I’m doctor Lee, and I will be your new doctor, while doctor Kim is on maternity leave, ” he holds out a hand and you struggle with moving your coat and bag and everything to another hand so you can shake it. Jesus, I’m such a mess already, you sigh in your head.
“Please, come to the office then, ” he invites you in, his eyes not leaving you. You rush in and he follows you, closing the door.
“Please, sit down,” he says, gesturing at the empty chairs in front of his desk. “I apologize for the little bit of delay, I’m sorry you had to wait. You’re actually my last appointment for today, so I already sent my nurse home” he says, sitting down behind his desk.
“Oh..I hope I’m not inconveniencing you,” you reply.
“No, don’t worry. I’m just really not good at planning,” he laughs and his whole face brightens in such a cute way, that you just have to smile at him a little.
“So, miss Y/L/N, you’re here for just a check up, but since you are here for the first time, I’ll have to ask you to fill out an entrance questionnaire, so that we can make you a folder in our patient database,” he says, handing you a piece of paper and a pen. You take it from him and start filling out the information, while he stands up and walks around the office, humming some tune. You fully focus on the questionnaire, trying to remember any possible hereditary conditions in your family, and a myriad of other, quite intrusive personal information it’s requesting from you.
“No allergies? You’re a lucky person, miss Y/L/N,” you hear suddenly way too close to you and you jump a little, the unexpected voice waking you up from your thoughts. You turn your head and you see doctor Lee leaning from behind you, peeking over your shoulder. He’s way too close, and you can smell his cologne and hear his breathing and you don’t know how to react, so you just do nothing and laugh a little. It feels like he just sneakily read some private, personal information, that he was not supposed to know, so you have to remind yourself that you are filling this info literally for him . But it still leaves you with a little bit of an uncomfortable feeling.
You finish the questionnaire and hand it over to him, while he returns to his desk.
“Thank you, miss Y/L/N. Now, for the exam - it will be just a normal exam so please, undress and hop on the examination table.” he waves his hand towards the other part of the office.
“Undress…how much exactly?” you ask with a small voice. It’s a dumb question, probably, but you are unsure and you don’t want to do something weird or awkward unintentionally, so you rather ask.
“That depends on your preference, but from the waist down would be satisfactory, ” he replies with a smile. What kind of fucking answer is that? You wonder, but you nod and get to undressing.
You kick off your shoes, socks, and start to squeeze yourself out of your jeans, when your sight randomly falls on the doctor and you can see he’s just pretending to be reorganizing papers on his desk while peeking at you. You don’t know what to do - it’s not like he will not be staring at what’s literally between your legs in a minute, but it still feels weird, and you hurriedly pull down and take off your panties. You drop the clothes on the chair and go climb on the table, feeling exposed. He can see the entirety of you right from his desk already.
He gets up and comes to the examination table, pulls a new pair of latex gloves from the box and puts them on his hands.
“Now, miss, I will begin the examination. I’ll touch you right now, if anything feels painful or strange, please tell me,” he says, his eyebrows scrunching in focus.
Is he not going to use any tools? You wonder, but before you can ask out loud, you feel his hand gently touch your labia. You knew it was coming, but it still catches you off guard and you’re just holding your breath, while he slowly moves his two fingers around.
He’s lightly running his fingers over the sides of your pussy with excruciating slowness and you can see he keeps looking at your face every other moment to watch your reactions. You can’t handle the piercing look of his eyes, so you just close yours.
He puts his other hand on your thigh as if you ground you and you feel the warmth of it even through the latex. “Does anything hurt? Is it uncomfortable?” he asks and you reply: “No, everything is okay.” Because it is, mostly. Though there must be something wrong with you because his touches are actually feeling too good for what they are. You are desperately trying to act normal, you really don’t want him to think of you as some kind of a pervert that gets off to a stranger touching them, but it’s really difficult. He’s too gentle and it seems almost as if he’s doing it on purpose.
“Here?” he asks and brushes his fingers over your clit. It’s not enough to really stimulate you, but you still have to grind your teeth to stop yourself from showing a reaction. “All good,” you squeeze out.
He gives it a little more touch and moves his fingers downwards, down to your hole and you can feel how the drag of his glove disappears, because you’re wet and it’s just sliding over your folds. You’re mortified, now he will definitely think you’re some kind of a degenerate, but he’s not saying anything and you don’t have enough courage to open your eyes and look at him.
“I’ll put my fingers in now,” he speaks, but it’s almost silent, as if he’s saying it to himself, rather than informing you. You nod, and his fingers are gliding inside of you. It’s so slick and you’re so wet and loosened despite your nervousness. He moves them in and out a little bit and he’s feeling around the inside of your vagina. It’s starting to be a little bit thrilling in some kind of depraved way, that he’s not stopping even despite your body being clearly aroused. You’re not sure if he’s just toughing it out, out of sheer professionality or if there is any small possibility he might like it too.
You take a chance and open your eyes slowly to look at him. He’s staring, laser focused, on his gloved fingers disappearing on your pussy. But his mouth is a bit open, his breathing a bit heavier and he is clearly hard in his pants. Oh. So both of you are perverts here.
He notices you looking at him and now he’s not even pretending that he’s doing any kind of examination. His fingers are filling you well enough so it feels nice and deep and his tempo is slowly getting faster. His other hand is squeezing your thigh and you’re starting to squirm on the table. It feels so good, he’s rubbing all of the best spots inside and as much as you would like to enjoy the look at the pretty doctor touching you in the most delicious inappropriate way, as you’re getting closer to your orgasm, your eyes close involuntarily.
You’re moaning and whining and he’s so quick with his fingers, adding a thumb to rub over your clit. You’re almost there when you hear rustling of the coat, his hand disappears from your thigh, and his thumb is replaced by something hot and wet and you feel the warmth of his breath as he’s sucking and licking your clit while his fingers rub on that spot inside your pussy. That’s what tips you over and you come like you have never come before, feeling a weird pressure that gets released and you’re gushing all over his face.
He’s fingering you all throughout it and it almost feels like you can’t stop coming, but slowly the pressure fades and you grab his wrist to stop him, because you’re feeling overstimulated.
You catch a breath and open your eyes. Dr. Lee is standing up, looking bashful and handsome, even while drenched by your pussy juices that are dripping from his pretty jawline. But most of all, he looks very aroused, and his pants are unbuttoned and unzipped. He is also out of breath, just like you.
“That….was the best hundred bucks ever spent,” he breathes out and laughs.
“A…what?” you ask in mild disbelief.
“I had to pay Younghoon hundred bucks so that he would lend me keys to his office for a night,” he grins. “Well, and take over his ER shifts for two weeks.”
“Younghoon drives a hard bargain,” you chuckle and lean forward so that Hyunjae can give you a sweet kiss on the lips.
“Yeah, but it was definitely worth it,” says Hyunjae while helping you to get off the table. He takes a box of tissues and takes a bunch of them before handing it to you.
“I didn’t know you could do that,” he points at his dripping face. “But I must say, it was really hot.” he says, wiping his face and hair down with the tissues.
“I didn’t know either,” you blush. “I guess we will have to explore this more,” he winks at you, taking you into his arms.
You kiss him. “By the way, did you..?” you touch his cock over his pants, but it’s only half hard.
“Yeah I actually did. I couldn’t stand it anymore and I had to jerk off when I was licking you. Which, sorry for going off-script. ”
“No problem, it was a nice improvisation from you,” you smirk.
“But I think we can continue at home.
A/N: hyunjae is a cardiologist here btw ;)
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Dr Mike is 😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫
Gynae checkup w him where he eats you out to show you how lovely you are down there and it’s all just your insecurity. Thanks !
Disclaimer: I have never been to a gynecologist, yet, I’ve managed to avoid them this long but alas that will not last forever *sigh* anyways if this is not accurate I apologize.
I hate these days, the days I go to the gynecologist. Don’t get me wrong my doctor, he’s hot as fuck but the thought of my vagina being out on display sends my anxiety and insecurities into overdrive. I’ve always been insecure of my lady bits, from ex boyfriends and just general insecurities I’m terrified that I smell or I look different. I know it’s stupid and there is no use in being worried about any of this because everyone is different but moving and getting a different gynecologist raised a new fear, being turned on during the checkup. I’ve been lucky enough that he hasn’t noticed or he just hasn’t said anything but I pray to God he doesn’t notice.
I tap my foot anxiously as I look around the waiting room feeling my heart pounding against my ribs. I jump up when I hear my name, “Y/N Y/L/N?”
I stand up as I pick at my nails and follow the nurse I’ve learned is named Jill, back to room three. When I get seated on the table I cross my ankles and tap my thumbs on my thighs as Jill politely asks me to uncross my legs and sit still so she can check my blood pressure and heart rate.
Once done she exits the room with a small smile , “Dr. Varshavski will be in shortly, so go ahead and change.”
I smile an awkward smile as she leaves and once the doors closed I hope off of the table and quickly replace my jeans and t-shirt with the gown they provided before hoping back up on the table and texting my best friend, Y/B/F/N, ‘I’m so nervous!’ My phone instantly chimes, ‘Y/N/N, relax you’ll only make it worse if you get all anxious if anything you’re lucky.’ I roll my eyes before typing, ‘How the hell am I lucky??’
Before I get an answer there’s a light knock on the door before Dr. Mike comes in with a bright smile, “Hello, Y/N, how are you doing today?”
I inwardly roll my eyes at his happy attitude but also melt a little at how cute he looks, “Ehh, I hate the gynecologist.”
He puts a hand to his heart with a gasp, “Ouch!”
I smile finding it odd how he can calm me down without even trying, “That’s not what I meant, I love the gynecologist but hate what the visit entails.”
He smirks a small mischievous smile while raising his eyebrows and crossing his arms, goddamn it should illegal to wear such tight clothes with that much muscle, “Oh ho ho, you love your gynecologist, well, I’m flattered.”
I blush a deep shade of red as he sits on the wheelie stool and looks over the paperwork the nurse had just done before furrowing his eyebrows and looking at me, “Your heart rate is noticeably faster than it should be.” With that he stands and starts feeling my forehead and pulling back before grabbing his stethoscope as he asks, “Are you flushed or nervous about something?”
I look sideways as my blush deepens and he places the stethoscope over my heart increasing it’s speed by his proximity to me, “N-no, well yes, kind of, you make me nervous.”
He steps back and looks confused and a little hurt, “I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.”
I maintain my blush as I look into his dreamy blue eyes before muttering, “It’s good, it’s a good thing.”
He smiles when my phone chimes and out of instinct he glances at my phone and then at me with a smirk and a slight blush. I look confused until I see my text, holy fucking shit she just outed me. Right there on my front screen was a text from Y/B/F/N, ‘Girl you’ve had a thing for that man for ages and you know for a fact you love having him in between your legs, maybe just wish there was a little more mouth action but you know what I mean.’
My mouth went dry before I looked at Dr. Mike with a tomato red face and stomach twisted in knots. I opened and closed my mouth as he sat back down on his stool and looked at me with a quirked brow, the only thing I managed to get out was, “Oh my God I’m going to kill her.” I look up as Mike cleared his throat and saying, “Well, I would very much say you being nervous is a good thing, for me anyways.”
I blink my eyes twice before cocking my head to the side like I imagine Bear would as he stands up and walks towards me, “As someone who has very much had unprofessional thoughts about you while doing an examination and not doing an examination it’s good to know the feeling me are mutual.”
I blush before choking out, “W-what?”
He smiles, “I’ve wanted to ask you out for months but I was worried you would think I was being unprofessional.”
I shake my head, “No! No, it’s not unprofessional.” He smiled before saying, “Well in that case would you like to go to dinner with me?” I nod enthusiastically, “I would love to.” He walks closer to me so that his thighs are brushing against my knees before saying, “Lay down.” I furrow my eyebrows but do as he said and watch as he disappears from sight because of the way my knees were positioned. I let out a screech as I feel his nose rub against my center. He pops up from his position and chuckles, “Shhh, I could get fired for this.” He stops a second before looking at me, “Do you want me to stop?” I shake my head before all but yelling no. He chuckles before disappearing and licking a strip up my center. I bite my lip to stop from moaning and grab onto the sides of the examination table as my legs shook. As he repositioned my legs so they were hanging off the table and I could now see him I grabbed his hair and pulled. I felt him moan against me and smirked promising to remember this before I bite my tongue to stop a scream as he grazes my clit with his teeth. For fucks sake this man is talented with his mouth.
Seconds later my legs are shaking around his head before clamping down as I climaxed, throwing my head back in a silent scream.
When he was down he sat up and wiped his hand across his chin as he walked back to the desk. When he sat down he started writing on his papers while saying, “As far as I can tell everything looks good and there’s no odor,” he pauses a minute before looking at me with a smirk, “And it tastes amazing.” I blush fifty shades of red as he finished up his paperwork. He stands up to exit the room but he stops and looks at me, “Can I get your number? I was thinking about getting dinner Friday night.” I smile as I take the pen from his hand and write my number on the inside of his forearm, “That sounds lovely, I’ll be expecting your call, or text.”
He smiles a wide smile before walking out the door. I turn around to get dressed and go home when I realize I still have his pen. I open to door to try and catch him but he’s gone. I shrug my shoulders and smile as I think, oh well I’ll give it to him Friday.
#dr mike#doctor mike#mikhail#mikhail varshavski#smut#requests#dr mike x reader#mikhail varshavski x reader
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Stitches
Pairing: Rindou Haitani x GN!Reader
Genre: Crack
Word count: 1.4K
Warnings: OOC, canon divergent, violence, mentions of injuries, mentions of blood, mentions of stitching a wound shut, mentions of gang violence, 0 medical accuracy
It all started with a dislocated shoulder, Ran’s hysteric meltdown and Rindou’s inability to flirt like a normal human being.
pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3
“YOU ARE DYING! OH MY GOD, RIN, YOU’ll FUCKING DIE! YOU’LL DIE AND THEN I’LL HAVE TO BURY YOU AND WHO’LL PAY RENT WITH ME?” Ran screeched, his foot pushing the gas pedal to the floor, wildly swerving and almost causing at least 2 car crashes.
“Babe, I think he’ll be fine, it’s just a few scratches-“
“DON’T YOU ‘BABE’ ME KAKUCHO! HE’LL DIE! LOOK AT HIM! HE CAN’T MOVE HIS ARM!”
“I think my shoulder dislocated,” Rindou grunted from the backseat, eyes shut tight as he tried to ignore the dull pain in his shoulder and the warm trickle of blood falling down his side, staining the car seat red.
“Just hold in there, Rin, we’ll get you to a hospital soon.” Kakucho tried to comfort him, turning in his seat to pat Rin on the head.
“I’m fine, you’re overreacting,” Rindou mumbled, exhausted and just wanting to take a long, dreamless nap.
“YOU WILL DIE! OH MY GOD, MY BABY WILL DIE!”
“RAN FOR FUCK’S SAKE YOU’RE NOT MY MOTHER!”
“I RAISED YOU! YOU ARE MY CHILD!”
“Siblings.” Kakucho muttered under his breath, leaning back in his seat and praying to whatever God is out there that Ran doesn’t crash and actually kill them all.
Rin looked utterly miserable.
Kakucho truly hoped he’ll be fine.
Rindou was aware getting treated might be a little more problematic, being notable gang members and internationally wanted criminals and all that jazz, but seriously.
The nurses here were overreacting.
Leaned on Kakucho to prevent passing out from dizziness, Rindou listened with half an ear as Ran hurriedly explained the situation, almost tripping over his words, and just for a second, Rindou felt guilty for Ran having to worry so much in the first place.
The nurse nervously nodded, typing a number into her telephone as she gestured for them to wait.
“Doctor l/n? I need you here please, we have a patient with a seemingly dislocated shoulder, and some superficial cuts.”
Rindou couldn’t hear the response on the other side, but he did hear the opening and closing of one of the offices, before steady, quick steps approached them.
He glanced at the doctor, and almost wished he didn’t as heat spread over his cheeks.
The doctor was fucking hot.
They quickly stopped in front of the trio, politely smiling.
“Gentlemen, please follow me, my name is doctor l/n, I’ll take care of you tonight.”
Ran quickly pulled Kakucho and Rin to follow, all while trying to explain the same, somewhat modified, yet truthful version of the story he told the nurse.
“We got into a minor fight, but my brother fell awkwardly and we think he dislocated his shoulder, he can’t move his arm and he’s bleeding and-“ Ran sounded as if he was on verge of a panic attack, making another pang of guilt pierce Rin’s heart.
The doctor clearly could sense Ran’s distress too.
“Sir, please, I can promise you your brother will be fine, try to breathe for me right now please, it wouldn’t help anyone, least of all you, to have a panic attack right this moment. Please, come in. You can sit on these chairs, and you-“ The doctor pointed at Rindou, eyebrows raised, clearly in expectations of a name.
“Rindou Haitani.” He quickly muttered, already sitting down on the stretcher in the office, trying to avoid the doctor’s knowing gaze.
Why did they have to be so hot?
And why did Rindou have to be such a mess?
“Okay, mister Haitani, are you able to remove your shirt?”
“I- I don’t think so?”
“I’ll help.” Kakucho jumped in, to Rindou’s relief, carefully unbuttoning the suit vest and shirt Rindou was wearing underneath.
The cute doctor rolled their chair right next to the stretcher, carefully observing the bruise blooming on Rin’s right shoulder, before their eyes drifted to the cut.
It wasn’t too deep, but it will require stitches.
“Will he be okay?” Ran was standing right next to you, nervously biting the skin of his thumb as he tapped his foot against the floor.
“The shoulder is visible dislocated, but I would like to perform an X-ray just to be sure-“
“I don’t think that will be necessary,” Rindou cleared his throat, nervously avoiding everyone’s gaze, “My joints pop out of place all the time, usually I can just push them back into place after an hour or so but someone*-“ Rindou glared at his brother, “Panicked and forced me to come here.”
Your eyebrows furrowed.
“Your joints dislocate often?”
“Yes.”
“After which activities?”
“It just happens at random? Sometimes it happens if I sit down wrong or move my arm too suddenly.”
Nodding, the doctor gently led him to lay down on the stretcher, the skin of their palms warm against his own freezing one.
“How long has this been happening?”
“Since he was a child.” Ran quickly responded before Rin could as much as open his mouth, “I just assumed it was normal? Our father had a similar issue.”
“I see.” The doctor frowned, carefully taking hold of Rin’s arm.
Their eyebrows furrowed further.
“You have awfully smooth skin.” The doctor commented, chewing on their lip as they gripped his biceps and forearm to start setting it back into place, “Tell me if it hurts too much.”
Rindou felt heat spreading up to his ears, his gaze darting away from their movements.
“Um, thanks? I moisturise.”
Rindou wanted to kill himself.
That was the dumbest response he could have offered.
He heard Kakucho’s little snigger, and promptly sent him a glare letting him know to shut.
The fuck up.
“No, no, it’s not that. Even exceedingly well-moisturised skin wouldn’t be this smooth.” The doctor said, fully serious, their movements gentle and slow, “Say, sir, are you prone to bruising?”
“He is,” Ran jumped in again, “Bruises like a peach, has ever since he was a kid. The doctor said it was most likely anaemia.”
“I see. I will start pushing the joint back into place, let me know when to stop or when it hurts too much.”
Rindou nodded, holding his breath as the doctor started moving his shoulder.
A sharp pain sprung through his shoulder, making him grit his teeth, but he refused to say anything until he heard a familiar crack.
“Your pain tolerance is exceeding.” The doctor commented, letting go of his arm, and he almost whined at the loss of touch.
He contained himself, however.
That would have been fucking embarrassing.
He carefully tried moving it, sitting up as he only felt a familiar, dull pain go through his shoulder.
“Thank you so much. Um, could you also take care of,” Rindou pointed to the cut on his side, “This since I’m here.”
The doctor smiled politely, warmly, making Rindou’s heart skip a beat and more heat rush to his face.
God help him.
“Of course, but first, I have to ask you a few more rapid-fire questions, and you just tell me yes or no, okay?” The doctor said, getting out a notepad and a pen, clicking it open.
“Sure.”
“Tell me if you experience any of the following: wounds that are slow to heal?”
“Yes.”
“Wound leaving large scars?”
“Evidently.”
“Stretchy skin?”
“Yes? I think.”
“That’s alright. Hyper flexibility?”
“Yes.”
“Heartburn and frequent nausea?”
“Yes, but I take medicine for that.”
“Okay. Frequent joint pain?”
“Yes.”
“Fatigue?”
“Sometimes.”
“Okay.“ The doctor clicked their pen shut, glancing between him and the notes, “Sir, I think you may have EDS. I can’t stitch your wound, I’m afraid, your skin will likely tear, but I do have bandaids that are an alternative to proper stitches.”
“HE HAS AN EATING DISORDER?” Ran wailed, making everyone in the room jump, and Rindou could swear he saw tears forming in Ran’s eyes as he turned to Kakucho, “I knew it I shouldn’t let him work out with you, look what you’ve done! You’re ruining my chILD!” Ran was full on sobbing now, somehow getting ahold of a medicine magazine with which he was now beating defenceless Kakucho with.
The doctor looked mildly alarmed.
“Sir, please calm down. I didn’t say an ED, but EDS, fully called Ehlers-Danlos syndrome. It is a genetic disorder affecting connective tissues, making them looser and more fragile. I believe your brother has the most common form, hypermobile EDS. Getting it noticed by a rheumatologist, which I am, is usually enough for a proper diagnosis.”
“Oh.” Ran stopped beating his poor boyfriend half to death, looking at the doctor dumbfounded, “It is genetic? I PASSED IT TO HIM?!”
“RAN, FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME YOU DIDN’T BIRTH ME!”
“YES, I DID!”
“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”
“So…” The doctor interrupted, now with a playful smile spreading on their face, “Would your mother over there approve of getting that closed up or not?”
Rindou was mortified.
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a/n: was this entire fic an excuse to write about my hc that Rindou has EDS? perhaps 😌 you can pry that hc out of my cold dead hands
#tokyorev#tokyo revengers#tokyorev x reader#rindou haitani x y/n#rindou haitani x reader#rindou haitani#ran haitani#kakucho hitto#kakucho x ran#kakuran
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𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
warnings : depression, life altering injuries, jealousy
notes : unrequited love geto and reader, reader gender isn't explicitly describe, word count 947
synopsis : suguru had been by your side ever since you were children so why didn't you love him? why were you in love with satoru gojo who didn't even love you back? suguru blamed himself for his loneliness
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Satoru this. Satoru that. Ever since the accident it was him who had been by your side not Gojo. Him. It was him who brought you gifts everyday. It was him who saved your life not Gojo. But for some reason Suguru didn't mind though, seeing your face light up was enough for him. Just seeing you alive was enough. "Oh you're back! ______, is in her room as always. She's up and walking though today." The nurse at the front desk chimed when she spotted the dark haired man. Suguru flashed her a smile and waved, "That's great news to here. Thank you for all your hard work." He bowed before getting into the elevator to make his way up to your room. At this point all the nurses and doctors were familiar with him. He was the one who always was here the minute visitation hours opened all the way until they closed. He carried a paper bag full of treats and the blind boxes of trinkets you loved so much. "Hello! You just be Gojo! ______, has been so excited to see you today to show you her progress." A male nurse said as he stepped out of your room.
Suguru swore a vein had burst, his eyes twitched as he smiled politely at the man. "No I'm Suguru...Geto." He said through gritted teeth. The man's face flushed in embarrassment, "Oh sorry I must of misheard the name. We'll have a good day sir!" The man bowed his head before rushing off. Sighing he opened the door where he saw you walking back and forth albeit with a limp. "Satoru!" You chimed as you turned to face the door when you saw Suguru you still smiled warmly, "Oh hey Suguru! I was wondering if you were going to come today." You said excitedly making your way towards him.
It made him happy to see you walking about, after your accident against an over powered cursed spirit he was afraid he'd never see you walk again. "Of course I come everyday ______." He smiled warmly, Unlike Satoru. setting down the paper bag; he hadn't realized how tightly he had been holding it until he relaxed his fingers. You rummaged through the bag excitedly pulling out the blind boxes he had gotten you. Suguru watched with adoration as you opened each box. You looked so cute and happy; why couldn't you look at him like that? As you two spoke about your day you then asked the same question you always did, "Why doesn't Satoru come visit?" You asked frowning.
A pang shot through him, "Satoru's been very busy is all he hasn't had a free moment. But I'm here, isn't that good enough?" He gave you a pained smile. You hummed, "Mhm of course it is. I love you Suguru you're my best friend." You said happily as you have him a side hug, squeezing his arm. When you had said those three words it made him the happiest man on earth but once he came down from his euphoria he became saddened knowing it was only platonic. Once the visitation hours had ended Suguru gave you a hug goodbye and left you for the night—god it hurt to leave your side.
This had been his routine for a couple months now visiting you buying you gifts so when he received a call that you had fallen ill and it wasn't looking good; he left everything and instantly went to your side. He ran through the hospital's long corridors until he eventually was at your room. He slammed open the door, doctors at your side. So many needles stuck into your delicate skin. His breathing was heavy he no doubt looked like a mad man. A doctor turned to face him, a grim expression on his old face. "You're the boy who visits her every day right? Geto? She's given us permission to talk about her medical issues so let's step into the hall and talk." The man said and Geto followed.
He nearly fainted when he heard the news; an infection they claimed was impossible to catch until it was too late it had spread. It was only a matter of time until you passed away and it seemed like you were giving up. The doctor urged him to go see you before you fell asleep once again. So he did, he held your hand at your side rubbing his thumb gently over the IV needle that had been stuck into your hand. You had looked completely different—so sickly and tired. "S...Suguru." You said weakly. "Y-yes ______." He stammered, eyes wide.
You smiled weakly at him, your expression was soft yet he sensed a guilt behind your eyes. "I was so lucky to have you by my side. I feel so stupid for not seeing it earlier...I didn't deserve to have you. I realize now it was always you. I'm sorry for causing you pain...Sug." You said weakly giving his hand a squeeze. He shook his head, "It's okay don't apologize ______." He said softly. You hummed in reply closing your eyes, "I just wish Satoru would visit me..." you mumbled.
That was the last time Suguru ever heard your voice, you'd fallen into a coma. He continued visiting until one day he couldn't.
#fanfic#writings#jujitsu kaisen#jjk#geto x reader#geto suguru#geto suguru x reader#jujutsu kaisen fanfic#angst
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At the enfermary
Summary: you were a new doctor at a college, and one day, a hot and polite professor come to your office.
Warnings: smutt. Oral (v receiving). Fluff. Cute.
Wc:4.4k
It´s been some months since you started your new job, a doctor at the enfermary of the college. As you were new, every person who came to see you, the nurses would explain who they were. You were really fond of your job, especially in a cozy ambient like the college, it´s dark academia vibe always in the air, always giving you a feeling of peace and concentration.
You were used to receive a small number of students perday, always giving you time to focus on your researches on the end of the spedient. This was your reality until one very specific day, when you recieved a professor at your consultory. As the nurses told you, he was the head of the literature department. When he came in, you hold your breath for a few seconds as you took his kind face in. His features were sharp, the jaw beeing able to cut better then a scalpel, his deep green/blue eyes behind his glasses looking a bit in a rush, his thin lips pressed togheter, expressed cheekbone,some slight expression lines around his eyes. His hair was light brown, kinda long, but not to much, shaping perfect messy curls. You were informed his name was Professor Hiddleston.
"Hello." He greeted.
"Hello! Please, take a sit." You pointed to the chair in front of your table. He quickly seated. "Professor Hiddleston, right? What can i do for you today?"
"Well, i have a small knee problem, and i usually take some pain killers for it. I always cary then with me, however, this morning, i had a reunion with the staff and left my house in a hurry and i happened to forget them. Moreover, in five minutes i have another class and, therefore, i don´t have time to come back home. So i came to the conclusion that the enfermary might have some." He explained.
"Sir, would you have some diagnostic from your doctor here with you, so i could know exactly what sort of pain killers to give you?"
" Unfortunatelly, i don´t have it now. But i take ibuprofen."
You got up from your chair and went to the cabinet in the wall. As you found the medicine and turned to him, you thought you saw him glancing at your back. Of course it was your imagination. You gave him the ibuprofen, he thanked you and said good bye.
That night, you found yourself thinking about the unexpected presence of the professor at your office. A couple of weeks passed before you saw him again.
"Doctor y/n, Professor Hiddleston is here to see you. May i send him in?"
"Sure." You said in a low volume. You were startled to receive him at this time of the day, since it was 6 pm and all the teachers were supposed to have leaved to their homes. There were only students who lived at the campus this time.
"Hello," he said politely, "I hope i´m not disturbing you at this time!"
"Not at all. I have time here until 7 pm." You said with a smile. " How can I help you?"
"Well, as you know, i have a knee problem, and everything was fine until the middle of this morning. I was going to get some brunch when i suddenly felt a sharp pain run through my leg. I went directly to my office to get some medicine. I took it and waited. The hours passed and the pain lighted a little, but i can not do rough movements. Now, you might be asking yourself why i came here, instead of my doctor. This week he is at a conference in Chicago, and i don´t have any other to go. At lunch break, i remembered you, and how kind you were to me the last time, so i decided to come here."
"You are always welcome here, professor!" You said blushing as his gaze weighted on the small necklace that rested at your slight cleavege. " So, tell me everything about your knee sore."
" In the middle of last year i broke my knee while i was rehearsing for the anual play of the college. I had spent weeks at fencing training with other collegue and some day i went to rough at a step and i felt, feeling my knee deslocate and broke. I passed through a surgery and many physiotherapy. I got my knee back on the game again, but with some limited movements."
" How long did the swelling persisted?"
"About a week."
"Can you run?"
"I usually avoid."
"Did you took any other kind of medicine for pain?"
"Morphine in the begining and sometimes paroxetine."
You took some notes in your computer and then looked back at him. "Well, Professor, if you don´t mind,i would like to analise your knee to see if everything is in order."
"Sure. And, please, you can call me by my name."
"I´m sorry sir, but i´m new here, and the nurses only introduced you to me as Professor Hiddleston." You said with an uncomfortable smile.
"Oh, that´s right, i never properly introduced myself. I´m Thomas, Thomas Hiddleston. But you can call me Tom." He sais as he reaches you a hand to shake.
"Nice to meet you, Tom. I´m y/n l/n." You say as you shake his hand. His hand were lightly caloused. You guidded him to the litter. You hadn´t observed his character until now. He was really tall, had a lean body. Broad shoulders like a swimer. You could see he worked out those arms throught his navy blue sweater. He wore slim black jeans pants, and when he seated, you could see thigh muscles clunge to them.
As he sat, you got closer to him, feeling butterflies in your stomach. You put one hand above his knee, squeezing the top part. You feel his thigh muscles stiff. " Does it tickle?" You asked with a grin, still looking at your hand on his knee.
"A little." He says with a chuckle. He couldn´t take his eyes from your profile. He observed the hair you just lowly tired to get out of the way. He passed his eyes through your long legs while you still analyzed his injury. You were wearing a beige pantalona pants with a black social shirt buttoned until a few centimeters from your collar bone, which held a necklace. You were tall for a woman, not the skinny tipe nor the fat, right in the middle. You had thick thighs and arms. Your waist was noticable. Your hair reached your breasts, it was brown, with little curls at the end. Your pupils were black. You didn´t considered yourself to much pretty, considering that everyday you saw a bunch of skinny college girls. However, in Hiddleston´s mind, you were the prettiest woman he had ever laid his eyes on. But appearence was little for him, he really knew that he felt something for you when he noticed three books on the corner of your desk, beside your computer. You had Byron, Tolkien and Homero. Of course you had other books too, but these three caught his attention. Such different authors. His curiosity was poking him to know more about your personality.
After you finished to analize his knee, you saw his knuckles were white, probably because of the tickles. "It doesn´t surprise me you have a disconfort, your knee is a little swollen. Did you do to much effort with it lately?"
"I went swiming last night, and before i went diving, i runned a little. I think that must be cause."
"Put your leg on top of the littler please." He did as asked. "If your knee get swollen again, do exactly what i´ll do now." You put both of your hands on his ankle and started to give squeezes until his knee. When it got there, you grabbed it and with the pad of your thumbs, you messaged it gently, circling it up his thigh. The only thing he could think about is how he wished his leg was bare, so he could feel your skin. "Got it?" You asked.
"Yes, thank you so much. My doctor would just have given me some medicine instead of teatching me this." He grinned.
"I hope you get better soon. Before you sleep, do the massage again and put your leg on a pillow. If tomorrow it still hurts, let me know."
You both said good bye and went to your houses. You were happy to have seen him again, he was not only handsome, but really polite. And, honestly, you loved his thyrsty glances at your body. The next day, after you had been in your office for an hour, the nurse asked you "There is someone here, may i send him in?"
"Yes." You responded. You were happy to see it was Professor Hiddleston.
"Hello, y/n."
"Hello! Is your knee better?"
"It´s perfect. I came here to thank you for yesterday. I know you are not supposed to do this kind of appointment with members of the college, so i really appreciate it."
"Please, it was nothing. You were in pain, and it could get really serious, since it was something involving a broken bone." You said.
"Well, i-i really wanted to ask you, if you don´t mind, and if you don´t have any plans, if you´d like to go for lunch with me today." He asked shyly, getting the courage to say it looking at your eyes in the end.
You were shocked for a moment. " Yes, i´d love to. What time is good for you?"
"My last class of this morning ends at 12:15. Does this sound good for you?"
"Perfect, i´ll wait you outside your class then."
"What time do you usually take a break?" He asked.
"12".
"If you want to wait for me inside of my class, feel welcome!" He offered.
You smiled and he went back to his building on the campus.
It was 12. You took your coat and headed to his class. You thought if you´d enter or not, but decided you would. You took a sit in the huge anfitriat. He was giving a lecture about Hamlet. You were sad you couldn´t hear it from the beggining.
His class finished and you headed to a restaurant out of the campus, so you could have privacy. You sat and ordered. As you waited, conversation floated around you two.
"So, you told you were new at the college. Where did you work before?" Tom asked.
"Actually, i was a resident at Burke´s hospital before i came here. I finished residency last year. And i thought, how i wanted to do some research, a quiet place to work would be nice, and nothing better then a college to work."
"What research are you doning right now?"
"Mostly some drug research, on how it´s lack of some specific condiments can affect the brain."
"It sounds amazing."
"Talking about amazing, i heard the end of your lecture today, it was trully interesting. I wish i had heard it from the beggining."
"You like Hamlet?" He asked with his brows rised.
"I love it. It´s one of my favourite plays. Not that i´ve read much of them, but still."
"What are your thoughts about it?"
"Well, i think my opinion is the most common one: the play exceed some niitch existentialism (if you consider him an existentialist), how beautiful Horatio and Hamlet´s friendship was, how incredulous was Claudius, how blind was his mother... You know, i hadn´t really depth myself on the play yet, so i could only notice this yet." As you finished, he was mesmerized.
"Well, after this brieth demonstration, i can assume that you are a really well read person." He said.
"It depends, actually, i just happen to know some stuff. But after this class today, i can see that you really knows are you talk about in this matter."
"It trully is my passion. Sorry my intrusion, but i saw yesterday that you had Homero on your desk. I would love to hear what you have to say about him."
"Oh, those books are the ones i haven´t read yet. That Homero will be my first book of his. But after i finish it, you´ll be the first one to know my thoughts about it. I´m curious, actually. As a literature professor, what do you like to read?"
"I really like Shakespeare roman plays, like Coriolanus, or Anthonio and Cleopatra. But i usually read phylosophers too."
"I´m really fond of phylosophy. What philoshopher did you last read?"
" My last one was Emmanuel Kant, do you know his work?"
"Toughth one! I know his work, but in a rude way. I like his idea of trying a truce between rationalism and empiricism. But his conception of morality, i´m absolutely passionated about it. What do you think of him?" You noticed his smile.
"It´s nice to find a like minded person. I am myself passionate about his morality thesys too. However, sometimes it can be dangerous, in my opinion." You frowned your brows in confusion."Well" he explained, "think of two people usying his concept of morality, one is considered goog, the other bad. The good person is prone to always think straight, to not take alternative paths to benefit them. Although, the bad person, they will try to convince themself that the thing they are trying to do is right, that in the end everyone would do the same, beacuse everyone´d want the same resoult as the person thinking about it. It can be considered a very subjective moral. And, lately, i´ve connected a few points that it lead me to Machiavelli, because, if the person considered bad use Kant´s morality concept, they would be gently impliyng that 'the end justifies the means', so, this person could be called machiavellic, thus, leading them to not being moral at their whole beeing, because everybody knows Machiavelli used to say how someone who wanted to stay in power could forget the morality for a little, for the greater good. So, it´s actually a paradox the Kant´s morality in bad people."
The food came and conversation went by. You went back to the college and since that lunch, you grew closer each day.
Two onths passed. The status of your realtionship growed to dates and more dates. Dinners at fancy restaurants, lunches at his office or yours, making out at movie theaters and at your office, you even spent nights at each others houses. But the making out never lead to anything more, it was just kisses, naughty hands and cuddles. So, at the beggining of the third month, you decided that it was time. You could feel that his hands always wanted to go down further, his mouth wanted to explore more of your body.
You headed to one of his lectures, it was in the middle. You just loved to watch him working. He always smiled blushing as he saw you at one of the chairs, always paying attention to every single world. His lecture finished. After everyone got out, you went to the wooden aisle and gave him a kiss on the cheek and invited him to your house this evening. He could clearly see your intentions in your gaze, and he was eager for you as well as you were for him.
"Consider it a pajama party, honey. So, now you know what to wear." You whispered at his ear and left his class. The night came, you put one of his shirts that he'd forgotten at your place one day, and you decided to wear nothing undernath it. Only a blood red lace penties.
He arrived. As you opened the door, you saw him in a pajama shirt and shorts. He was holding a piece of pie that he bought at your favorite place. You two dine,and he insisted on helping you do the dishes. He could make every moment special. As you washed and he dried, you two were listening to music and dancing with the song. After, you went to the couch to watch a movie, as always. But today you´d make a movement. Little you knew what he had in mind.
"Darling, what do you think if we watch it at your bedroom´s tv?" Without thinkin, you took his hand and went there. You both laid on the bed and you lighted some candles, so the lights would be better. As you were laid, he sat at the edge of the bed, in the middle of your ankles. He took one of your legs and started massaging it while looking softly at you.
"I remember the first time you touched me. I record that it was not a really good day for me, since i could barely walk because of the pain. But then you toutched me and my mind cleared for the first time in hours. Since that day, i was eager to feel more of you, and i think that it is finally the time, if you consent." You nodded. "Words, dove."
"Yes."
"Good. And if you let me, i´d like to take my time before worshiping you." You sighed as he changed the leg. His hands felt like soft cotton. After a while, he had moved behinde you, making you sit, then massaging your backs, slowly, with the right pressure. You laid again and he hovered your body, kissing you gently on the mouth before lowering himself to face your blood red lace panties. He took them of carefully, than inhaled sharply at the vision of your core, eyes hungry. He smoothed it with one hand, than lowered his face to kiss it. He took your legs on his hands and placed then above his shoulders. He trailed kisses through your inner thighs until your folds. Your breaths were heavy. Then, he started to slowly lick your clit, making you give quiet moans. He toyed with the tip of his fingers your entrance. One finger entered you, then another, curling themselves inside you. The fingers movement followed by his mouth working in your core made you a moaning mess. You arched your back and with his other hand he placed it gently at your pelvis. After a couple of minutes you say "T-Tom, i´m gonna cum."
"Please, my dove, whenever you are ready." It didn´t take you to long before cuming on his mouth. You could feel him licking your juices and humming in approval. "So pretty, so incredible perfect." He said locking at your body, making you blush inexpectedly.
You sat on the bed and went to give him a kiss on his neck. Your hand took the hem of his shirt and pulled it of. You had never seen him shirtless, only felt his muscles throw his sweaters. God, he was defined, his belly was slim as a wall, his shoulders and arms strong as the ones of a soldier. As you looked you ran your fingertips throug his pale skin, making him shiver below. With a bold attitude, you lean against him and kiss his mouth, one of your hands grabbing his manhood, gently squeezing, eager to know it. He took of his pants and went to kiss you again, but you avoided his mouth, looking at him and saying. "Are you that shy?"
"I beg your pardon?" He asks in confusion.
"Take of your boxers, silly." You say with a mischivious grin. He took of, exposing his length. It was perfect, a little thick and longer then the average. Perfect. You pushed him to lay down as you straddled his lap. You gave gentle thrusts on his cock with your hands. He was already hard so you hovered over his lap and sat back down, both of you moaning. It was the first time you heard him moan, and you loved the sound. It was deep and huski. You went for a kiss, but as you broke it for air, you realised he was now on top of you. He started to wickedly suck your neck as he thrusted slowly into you. After a while he starts to go harder. You were already starting to feel the heat on your lower stomach when he started to go faster. You screamed his name as he pushed you up and down whith his cock. "I know i´m wearing a condom, but i still feel the urge to ask, may i come inside you?"
"Of course, honey." In a metter of minutes, you cum, soon followed by him, as he felt your walls clunge on his length. Still inside you, he embraces your torso and pulls you to top him. "Am i not to heavy to stay with all my weight on top of you like this?" You shyly ask, with concern in your eyes.
"Darling, you weight less then my books." He says massaging your lower back. You kiss him passionately, thinking what you did to deserve this man. After cuddling for a while, you push his cock out of you and invites him to a shower.
Now, both bathed and ready to sleep, he whispers in your ear "I can not wait for more pajama nights like this."
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This life story begins at the end, with Aneurin “Nye” Bevan in a hospital bed, befittingly for the visionary political colossus who created Britain’s National Health Service in 1948.As Bevan (Michael Sheen) is creeping towards death, flashbacks of memory bring a hallucinatory quality reminiscent of The Singing Detective: beds and ward curtains are woven into scenes of his childhood as a Welsh miner’s son and a stammering schoolboy bullied by his headteacher. We follow his rise from local council politics to the House of Commons and high office under Clement Attlee (Stephanie Jacob, slightly sinister in a bald wig). Doctors and nurses morph into a bevy of characters from his past, the cast juggling this multiplicity adeptly, and there is a surreal song and dance breakout number as, one presumes, Bevan’s morphine kicks in.In a production written by Tim Price and directed by Rufus Norris, there is some inspired stagecraft as the hospital curtains of Vicki Mortimer’s ingenious set swish to reveal debating chambers and libraries. But the narrative is too long-reaching and schematic, its extensively researched material not fully absorbed dramatically.Co-produced with Wales Millennium Centre and running at over two and a half hours, Nye is a too full, yet too simplified, survey of the personal and political elements in Bevan’s world, with some high-pitched moments accompanied by syrupy music.
Bevan is presented as a renegade, Jeremy Corbyn-like figure of his day: both a thorn in the side of Winston Churchill (impersonated well by Tony Jayawardena) and the Labour party. There are council meetings, parliamentary debates, his first meeting with his wife, Jennie Lee (Sharon Small), the war and its aftermath. So much is packed in that the momentous invention of the NHS is tackled, as if in summary, in the last half hour.
Only then do we hear how the nation’s doctors were heavily opposed to Bevan’s proposition. There are exchanges on a screen with an army of hostile medics who look like Minority Report holograms, but we whizz past this opposition, which has enough in-built conflict to be worthy of is own full-length drama.
Sheen (grey helmet hair, chequered pyjamas) is well cast for his natural charm. He brings a curious fey playfulness and vulnerability but does not plumb the depths of his commanding character – or perhaps the busy script simply does not allow it. However, Bevan’s limitations as a son to his dying father bring some emotional mileage as he is too busy caring for the nation’s wellbeing to be there for him.
Small is not given much room for manoeuvre either, and Lee is used for exposition purposes rather than dramatic ones. She talks of her open marriage, describing Bevan as a “rutting stag”, which sits at odds with the cutely pyjama-clad man on stage. There are brief reflections on navigations between her career as Westminster’s youngest MP – and one of only five women – and her marriage. Both she and Bevan hailed from working-class backgrounds and there is a moment when he talks about “impostor syndrome” in this hallowed space. She is unequivocal in her outsider status: “That’s why this place needs us.” Despite these feisty lines, she remains flat, which seems a crime – her character could have been far richer.
Nye is still a vital play because Bevan is a vital man of British history. It succeeds in showing us just how high the hurdles he faced were. When he describes prewar healthcare – one service for the rich, one for the poor – it rings of today’s two-tiered system. “I want to give you your dignity,” he says, as the NHS launches. It is a rousing moment yet contains a terrible, tragic irony, given what is coming to pass with his precious legacy.
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Puritan Omega Daniel. The softest boy. His eyes well with tears when he isn't pregnant and he sees another omega who is. Terry can smell his subtle sadness. The way when he asks his mate what's wrong and Daniel says, with big doe eyes and a shaking voice, "do you think God will bless us again soon?". Terry places a large hand on that soft belly and whispers "he will, sweetheart. Well, God can't take all the glory. It's my cock that puts life inside you." Daniel blushing sweetly, turning bright red.
Sweet omega Daniel, taking his 'how to be a good omega' classes at church. Asking innocent questions to the priest. He's selected to run a group for newly presented omegas at church, to discuss being a Godly omega, how to best serve your Alpha. Terry likes to watch sometimes, see his good boy preach about the divinity of being an obedient, loyal mate and devoted parent. He especially loves remembering how a few hours earlier his perfect slut was spread eagle in bed, high pitching whining and wriggling as Terry fingers his soaked omega cunt, making Daniel squirt all over Terry's hand. As Terry plays with that cute clit and pussy he runs his mouth, all "Look at you. Such a prim and proper boy in church, a good polite omega, now you're giving me your cunt. Desperate for it. Listen to it," Terry demands, making a whimpering Daniel squelch, "if the priest could see you now, honey, huh? If everyone knew how I make you cum. That's it, baby, yeah, give me that fucking pussy. My beautiful baby. Wet little slut."
All the newness, all the innocence. Terry loves to play with him.
“Don’t worry - you’ll be like that soon enough,” he always says, to soothe his little omega, using his thumb to wipe away the unshed tears brimming in his big brown eyes before they can fall.
A mere nine months after their ceremony Sam had arrived - Terry bred him successfully on their wedding night - it probably took on the first load he pumped into the omega - although it wasn’t the only one he had gotten that night. Poor thing was exhausted by the time Terry was finished consummating the marriage.
And, he began throwing up shortly after the doctor had given the okay for Terry to take liberties with him like that again - Robby arriving within the year of Sam.
This got away from me - incredible my NSFW and keeping with a lot of the themes of this puritan verse
His boy is nursing - naturally - and they were told that two in such quick succession and now nursing two can cause delays in conception.
Robby will be three months soon and although there are no signs of a heat, Daniel’s body and hormones trying to level out - he can still be impregnated, so Terry makes sure his cunt is always full of cum. He had Daniel bent over, night shirt ruched up around his waist as he fucked him full this morning and again in the shower.
Terry wants at least two more before he lets the little omega have a break. Then he plans to give Daniel a few years to enjoy the pups, and as soon as they’re in school he’ll bred a few more into him.
But he does so enjoy the little omegas attempts at seducing Terry into fucking him / in the hopes that his husband fucks another child into him - not that it takes much to entice Terry - he’d stay buried inside the omega and never come out if he could.
He had taken him again in the car right before they arrived at this party - a church fundraiser cookout - for good measure.
Terry knows though, from the look in his eyes as he sights another pregnant omega that the boy will have him on his back riding him as soon as they get home.
It’s why Terry likes coming to these church events - always full of omegas with child.
A baby wails and Terry scents the ear, the sweet smell of Daniel’s milk hitting his nose, and he watches as two small wet patches appear on his omega’s shirt. Terry had convinced him to leave the babies at home.
He was dutifully standing by Terry’s side - after bringing the dish he made to the table lined off with food.
There were several alphas there - associates of Terry’s - that he needed to be introduced to.
Terry excuses them, saying he has to help his little omega, which draws everyones attention to the issues, and they all nod in understanding.
“Do you allow him to pump,” one asks, and Terry smiles, “not when I’m around to do the job,” and they chuckle, several of them looking at Daniel with lust in their eyes. Terry swiftly brings the omega to a room off the rectory.
Terry unbuttons Daniel’s shirt, peaked nipple peaking out through the slit of his lace nursing bandeau, drawing it into his mouth, while he also undoes the button on the omega’s shorts, letting them fall to the floor around his ankles. Daniel steps out of them, climbing right into his alpha’s lap - he knows what his alpha wants. Terry prefers to be inside Daniel when helping him out like this - and sure enough, seconds later the sound of him one handedly undoing his belt and pulling down his zipper enough to get his cock out - his other hand busy massaging the breast not in his mouth.
Daniel is naked from the waist down for his alpha, chest exposed, while Terry is basically fully clothed.
Daniel eagerly positions himself over his alpha’s manhood, held steady by Terry as he pushes the head inside before sinking down the thick shaft.
Daniel tried to ride as best he can, rising and falling, while also pressing his chest more insistently into the alpha’s mouth - not sure which point of contact is giving more pleasure. It’s all swirling inside him, mixing together.
He had been absolutely scandalized the first time Terry had done this - after Sam had been born - she had finished feeding and he was still full. The Nanny Terry had hired while Daniel both recovered and got used to omegahood had also been helping Daniel with nursing, and had told Daniel he needed to pump the excess and store it.
This would help during the night - the baby could be fed while Daniel got his much needed rest and there would always be reserves if needed.
Terry insisted though, that he would use his mouth to help the little omega when he could, and would only let Daniel pump if he wasn’t able or if they needed some bottles during the night.
Even when they were out with Sam or Robby, he insisted that Daniel get used to nursing them when needed. “It’s only natural sweetheart, and you need to get used to it.”
Then, the first time Terry had pressed his cock to Daniel’s wet entrance as he sucked on the plump nipple in his mouth. He had been too preoccupied with the feeling of his Alpha’s mouth on him like that to notice Terry rubbing his cock against his bud, crying out as Terry slipped inside as soon as he was wet enough, still sucking harshly at his chest. He thinks that was when Terry had gifted him Robby as they had visited the doctor earlier the day, and the man had given the alpha the okay to, “take your god given liberties and have your omega in the traditional way.” He would have been more crude, if Daniel hadn’t been in the room.
Like everything else his husband had introduced him too, it felt good and his alpha assured him he was doing his duty; being a good omega for his alpha - obeying and honouring his husband as he should - which is all he needed to worry his pretty little head about.
Terry thrusts up now, dirty and deep and perfect, and Daniel clenches, digging his fingers into Terry’s shoulder as he hangs on, slamming down to meet the alpha’s thrusts as he fucks up into the omega’s willing heat. If they were home, and Terry were shirtless, he’d have gouges being dug into his skin - something he likes to point out to his little omega with glee, much to Daniel’s horror - stuttering out an apology for harming the alpha. Terry though, loves the marks and wears them as a badge of honour - visual proof of how he well he fucks his mate. He may try to be a perfect omega - and to Terry he is - but he doesn’t fit the church’s perception of how an omega should act in the marital bed. Always willing and warm for his husband, yes, but he doesn’t lie there docile and just take it - well sometimes he does 😉
Some omegas whisper about how much they don’t like the actual act of conception. That is is something to be endured and Daniel worries if this means he’s wrong; that he loves it so much.
Terry though, reassures him. That he should love it - that it means Terry is going his job as his alpha - and how his reaction please Terry greatly. It feeds the alpha’s ego.
Daniel has also found a group of omegas like him - and they gossip and exchange bawdry stories. Daniel is the youngest in the group so they give him pointers and advice. Terry is fine with it, encourages these friendships, as it benefits him in the end. He also makes sure the little omega tells him what they spoke about - he loves to see the blush on his face as he gets wet, the air growing heavier and heavier with his arousal.
“You see - nothing to be ashamed of.”
Besides, his husband always makes sure he comes - saying it helps increase the chances of it taking so Daniel allows him to put his mouth on him there - his tits or aching cunt even if they’re told their alphas are only to fill them for the purposes of placing a child inside.
Lets his husband play and suck on his clit, although Terry will sometimes refer to that as his little rosebud, and will sometimes use the church’s wording and call his cunt his special place or his womanhood - so that now, whenever the priest mentions an omega’s womanhood or special place, Daniel has to clench his legs together. Knowing what his husband likes to do to that place and every other place in his body.
After Daniel started to fill out, as Sam grew inside him, his stomach getting bigger and bigger each day - his chest matching - Terry took to sliding his cock between his tits, heavy and swollen, before coming on them.
Above all you need to honour and obey your husband Terry tells him, so he lets him put his mouth wherever - lets him come wherever - although when not with child he insists it only be inside him that Terry comes - when he is, he allows Terry to use him as he sees fit.
So now, he begs in his alpha’s ear, for his seed - to come deep inside.
The alpha growls. “That what you want? Want it to take here and now - for everyone to know you let your alpha have you like this - can’t even get though a party without being fucked.”
He buries his face into his alpha’s neck, licking his throat, teeth bring down when his alpha screws in deep, crying out that he feels empty.
The alpha growls, and he’s lifted up, only for them to end up on the floor. Daniel on his hands and knees - in the traditional breeding position. Terry has a book of the best positions to increase conception - not that they need it - but he’s been checking them off as he works his way through taking Daniel in each one. This one though, seems to be one of the alpha’s favourites, and Daniel can feel how deep he is - swears he can feel his womb fill as his alpha pulses and throbs inside him.
He screams as he comes, his alpha harshly rubbing his rosebud, his hips still hitting Daniel’s ass as he gets every last drop out of him and into the omega’s pussy as deep as possible.
A wet patch on the floor, and Terry smirks - if they can’t smell the cum dripping out of his freshly fucked omega when they finally re-emerge, or the satisfaction rolling off him, they definitely heard that scream.
He’s sure that one took, so the rumors will fly when he starts to show in a couple months.
If not, well, he looks at his cum dripping out of the pretty pink pussy, and he can feel himself harden.
His little omega is rolled to his back, Terry throwing his legs over his shoulder as he positions his cock back into place.
He will be, Terry thinks, as he thrusts back in; one smooth shove of his hips and he’s bottoming out, pulling the lace bandeau down to watch his tits move and shake as he sets about fucking another child into his mate.
#ask#I got an ask 🤩#cobra kai#daniel larusso#karate kid#terry silver#silverusso#silverrusso#I need a puritan verse#things I never thought I’d say#🤦♀️
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Monster? I Hardly Know Her!
The Pearce Joza obsession lives on im afraid 😔
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Prompt: "How many fingers am I holding up?"
Fandom: Mech-X4
Characters: Spyder, Harris, and Veracity
Summary: Spyder wakes up, delirious and injured after a monster attack. Harris plays severely unqualified nurse.
Trigger Warnings: injury, mentioned vomit, mentioned death
809 words
Something was screeching. High pitched and whiny, kinda reminding him of a school bell… was he at school right now? No, that didn’t sound right. If not there, then where was he?
He groaned, blinking his eyes open. The screeching didn’t go away. In fact, it only somehow got even worse. He couldn’t see that well, vision all… blurred. Did he normally wear glasses? He couldn’t remember. He was pretty sure he didn’t, but then why else would his eyes be so… messed up?
A dark shape loomed over him. His first thought: dad? His second: please not dad.
The screeching (which he was now beginning to realize was just a ringing in his ears) was polite enough to quiet down some. A win was a win.
“Spyder?” the shape called, sounding like it had come from underwater. Or maybe he was underwater… he really couldn’t tell. “Can you hear me?”
“Harris?” he attempted, throat so scratchy it was painful. He coughed, his lungs burning at the action. “Wh’s goin’ on?”
“Oh, thank god. You took a real bad hit… or, a couple, more accurately. Do you remember the fight?”
His brain felt like it was full of soup, so… probably not. Was that why everything sounded so far away? “Did I win?” he croaked, squinting at the Harris-shaped blob.
“You were sort of… unconscious for most of it. Veracity had to hop on weapons, it was… quite the experience. But yeah, we won.”
He moved to sit up, immediately regretting the attempt. His body curled in on itself on pure instinct, raw pain sprouting in his chest like a… plant or something.
“Oh, shit, yeah, don’t move!” Harris said, words stumbling over themselves. “We still need to check you out. Leo went to get some supplies… um, on a scale of one to ten, how are you feeling?”
“Mmm, ‘ve had worse,” he slurred. “‘nt hear good…”
“You can’t hear good?” Harris clarified, getting a low groan in response. “Okay, okay, I’ll forgive the grammar this one time on that. Uhhh… how many fingers am I holding up?”
Spyder squinted at the shape of his friend, trying to focus on his where his hands probably were. “Mmm… twelve?” he guessed.
“Yeah, that’s… definitely not right. I’m gonna need to scan you, hold still, okay?”
It wasn’t like he had much choice. If he moved, he was half convinced he’d disintegrate on the spot. God, everything hurt. He’d been knocked around plenty in his life, and he’d definitely had worse, but jesus. It was like his insides were on fire.
But he couldn’t stay down. He couldn’t afford to be dead weight on the team, not even for a minute. Not when he was constantly teetering on the edge of their collective patience. Not after the day Harris had been infected with ooze, had screamed at him that he was always in the way.
He needed to show them that he wasn’t just the useless fool who didn’t add anything to the team other than plain annoyance. Quickly. Before they realized that it really was all he was and kicked him to the curb.
“Wh—stop trying to get up!” Harris ordered, pushing him back down. Spyder’s head spun violently, and he had to give himself a moment to swallow down a bit of puke.
“I’m good,” he hissed through his teeth, doing his best to filter the pain out of his voice. “All good. We’re good.” He still couldn’t actually focus his eyes enough to see the expression on his friend/severely unqualified doctor’s face.
“I will strap you down, I swear,” he insisted, obviously annoyed.
“Kinky,” came the unexpected voice of Veracity from somewhere near the door.
“Wh-that’s not what I — no!” Harris stammered. Spyder wished he could see how red he probably was. He bet it’d be cute. Harris always somehow was.
“Relax, dumbass,” she said with a half-laugh. “Anyway, how are you feeling, kid?” She asked, her voice closer, now.
“Mmm…” he managed, re-assessing his body to check for pain. To his faint surprise, though it was still definitely there, it felt so… detached from him, now. He felt like he was dreaming. “I think ‘m dying.”
“What?” they both cried in deeply concerned unison.
Spyder grinned in what he assumed was Harris’s direction. “Cause you look like an angel.”
“I hate gay people,” Veracity mumbled under her breath.
“I assume,” he continued, “'cause I can’t actually like… see you.”
“That’s… a problem. What can you see?”
“Shapes’n colors,” he slurred, giggling slightly. His head felt like it was going to explode. To be perfectly honest, that did sound pretty sick, though. Not as sick considering it hurt like a bitch. “G’nigh… sweet prince…” he mumbled, hoping his friends would still be there when he woke up again.
They probably wouldn’t be, but he could dream.
#whumptober 2023#no.1#“how many fingers am i holding up?”#mech-x4#mech x4#fic#injury tw#death tw#vomit tw#mentioned death#mentioned vomit#kat writes#fanfiction#mech-x4 fanfiction#hurt/comfort#whump#angst#whump writing#whumpblr#spyder mech x-4#spyder johnson#harris harris jr#veracity campbell#harris mech-x4#veracity mech-x4#disney xd#disney channel#i could NOT think of a better title I'm so sorry to the <5 mech x4 fans that will read this
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ROUND 2, MATCH 29
Propaganda under the cut!
Kageyuki Shiraishi
Propaganda
He's a terrible unfeeling person. He is insensitive, he teases people to the point of tears and he's the type to use being brutally honest as an excuse to be a jerkass, and despite that is also a consummate liar. He is also part of a terrorist organization, but he was brainwashed by them as a kid.
Anti-Propaganda
first off kageyukis whole personality is literally a cause of his horrible upbringing ( he was a bastard child born to a powerful political father + a mother who was only obsessed w said man ) and the fact that he grew up basically in a facility run by a religious cult / terrorist organization that taught him that he was a dispensible pawn and that feelings dont matter ( he was like. 10 man ) later before the start of the game, kageyuki is finally sent to the outside world on a "mission" for this terrorist organization and he begins to craft this "terribly honest, strange and offputting guy persona" when the protagonist meets him at the beginning of the game she actually suspects him of being part of the terrorist organization but he convinces her otherwise and so they begin this tentative partnership to find out more abt this terrorist organization. over the course of their partnership they often do not see eye to eye and he makes the protagonist upset, but doesnt actually do much harm to her and he slowly begins to actually LIKE being w her. but ofc his upbringing does Not Allow him to feel emotions in a Normal way so he kinds just fucks up over and over but its shown that he does have loving sides for her even when he tries to reject the emotions. this eventually leads to his endings. major spoilers for both good and bad endings if uu wanna avoid those !!!! in one of his bad endings, kageyuki actually ends up dying after trying to go after the terrorist organization boss in order to free and help the protagonist ( from her collar. i didnt explain that she had a collar but yeah. it had like poison and stuff in it that cld literally kill her and he didnt want that to happen so ) in his good ending tho, he takes her to the terrorist organization base and attempts to barter for her collar removal in exchange for her to be "initiated" into the organization thru killing him. he actually anticipates that the protagonist will say no tho and so she ends up shooting the boss guy, however this triggers the poison in the protags collar and so shiraishi frantically searches for the antidote ( which just so happened to be on the boss guy ) and he uses it on her. however she then falls into a coma and he nurses her back to health for a year. once she wakes up from her coma, shiraishi discovers that she has amnesia and cannot remember basically anything that happened, and so out of his love for her he simply tells her he was her doctor and that he had been nursing her back to health over the past year after she had a traumatic experience. he then calls up their mutual friends to come and help take care of her bc he had planned all along to turn himself in as part of the organization to atone for what he did and let happen, snd so him telling her nothing abt his feelings was his way of letting her go and be w someone "better for her"..however when he takes them to their friends they surprise the two of them w a christmas party since they had missed it the last year and it gently helps the protag regain her memories and she has a whole confrontation where they confront their feelings together and she decides that no matter what she will wait for him and its very sweet and very cute AND SO IN CONCLUSION KAGEYUKI SHIRAISHI IS VERY DATEABLE HE GOES THROUGH MUCH CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT AND HE DESERVES THE WORLD !!!!!!!!!
Lucy
Propaganda
Her rent was DUE!!! 😫😫😫 …and she didn’t pay it. Smokes weed in our shared apartment. Lucy we share a wall please be quieter when you bring people over to fuck smh. She’s a good person and kind of hot but she’s annoying as hell and for that reason I’m submitting her.
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