𝐀/𝐍: I’m not gonna lie, this was was a bit of a waffler 💀 I feel like I’ve added some extra unnecessary stuff. But whateva, here’s your food ! Also, I may or may not have nitpicked some of your head cannons here girl, @saltymongoose I keep tagging you bro I’m sorry 🫣🫣
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You just can’t get out of their heads, no matter how hard they try.
It’s hard to pinpoint when it actually happened - when things really clicked in their heads. From the first moment when they met you until now, it all felt like a blur. The initial spark was so small in their disruptive, chaotic lives, Hank and 2BDamned didn’t register it as significant at first until they’ve fallen too deep into the rabbit hole. They didn’t realise the magnitude of the situation until it was too late.
They questioned if their attraction to you started when you initially came into their lives. Their first impression of you was surprisingly sweet considering how merciless Nevada was. It’s easy to argue that it was irrational, after all, love at first sight is just outrageous and impossible, right? How can you just look at someone and confidently say with your chest, that they have your whole heart? No, but this felt real and you couldn’t really blame them for falling so quickly. Especially, when neither of them have ever experienced these intense feelings for anyone. You never left their minds even in the most dire circumstances. They always caught themselves thinking about what you were up to and planning on how they were going to have you for themselves.
Hank's life was full of violence and intrusive thoughts to kill whoever was in his way, which probably explained the impulsive desire to claim you and to get rid of anyone who stood between him, 2B and you. 2B was always cooped up with his work, eyes glued to his tablet and being surrounded by rowdy, violent men (Hank mostly), so meeting someone that was lighthearted and attractive like you was a little overwhelming at first. He felt powerless under your afable comportment. His stonic persona quickly turned to mush with you around, just like his heart.
“Doc.” Hank lowered himself so he was levelled with the medic who was working on another report, his raspy voice getting his attention. “Do you love them, Doc?” It’s not at all strange that 2B knew exactly who Hank was referring to. Despite the amount of disagreements they’ve had and how much they’ve screamed at each other, they both shared a connection and understand each other pretty well, which also included their in-tuned feelings they have for you.
“Yes, I believe I do.” It took a little longer for 2B to be completely infatuated by you than it did with Hank. Before he decided to act on those feelings, he tried to weigh out the pros and cons and figure out how things were going to work since having a relationship in Nevada was pretty risky now; being too attached and then losing you was the last thing that he wanted and overall, analysed everything just as he always did with any situation before making a logical conclusion - but he didn’t realise that his feelings were only getting deeper the more he pondered about you. All of his senses evaporated like the smoke from Deimos’ cigarettes.
“I think I love them too,” Hank simply replied back. Straightforward yet weighed a lot of meaning.
They absolutely devoured those moments they have alone with you but things were starting to get a little frustrating and they couldn’t wait any longer to see you again. The nagging urge to steal you away was getting out of control. They concluded that they had to have you with them every second of the day, not only because it brings them satisfaction, but they could have some ease knowing that no one else could try and take you away. They were the only company that you needed and could feel safe around and they needed to embed that into your head if this relationship was going to work.
Imagine having two dangerous grunts, that were capable of murder, completely fawn over you. To have them completely wrapped around your fingers. A few would probably think it’ll be a dream having someone obsessed with your existence. You'd think having a duo kill and leave a trail of bodies in their wake for you will give you a sense of security and protection. But what would even cause this? How would you even end up in a situation as drastic as this? You didn’t have to think too deeply when you had Hank J. Wimbledon and 2BDamned embraced you from both sides, nestling you in their arms.
There was the strong smell of disinfectant coming from 2B that mixed with the vile stench of blood from Hank hitting the back of your throat - a vast contrast to the dull asphalt outside, though you’d much rather be stuck with the latter because now you were feeling queasy from the sickly sweet smell. If Doc was busy with his work, there was always Hank cuddling you and keeping you from squirming away. If Hank was away in another raid, you’d have 2B with you. It was either one or the other, or even both, just always there.
Speaking of, you spent most of your days now inside Doc’s private room. You were told that enemies were always lurking and never know when they were going to strike. They couldn’t risk losing you and though it did sound endearing at first, you were starting to feel a little claustrophobic being inside one room all day.
You would always hear muffled voices, most likely from other mercenaries, outside your room but you never saw their faces. It’s not like they didn’t know you were there. They knew about your existence, they just didn’t know why they didn’t see you often. People tend to fear what they don’t understand and they will make up a scenario that could answer their questions, even if it is the most outrageous thing you’ve ever heard, which meant there were rumours about you. You could understand why everyone was confused but you didn’t understand why they had to spread rumours about you. It was agonising to hear even from inside the room.
Doc noticed how dejected you were feeling first. You were abnormally quiet and not so outgoing as you were before. At least someone wasn’t too blinded by love to not notice. You expected them to ask you why you were feeling so gloomy but instead, Doc instructed that you could leave the room and go outside but only when Hank was around so he could supervise you. It wasn’t what you expected but it was a drastic improvement to just staying inside and cuddling. At least you didn’t have to worry about the prying eyes of the other suspicious mercenaries with Hank's death stare scaring them away.
It made you feel somewhat better that you had a mass-murderer with you that wasn’t planning on killing you anytime soon. Perhaps you should accept your fate now if you want to stay alive.
𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: Non-cannon Hank bc I said so 🤌🏽🤌🏽Yandere themes, Obsessive behaviour, some psychological horror, serious gore, graphic descriptions of injuries, injury marks during work, mental asylum settings, cursing (sorry can’t help myself) a brief description of mental disorders and slight manipulation at the end - please be mindful of the triggering content.
𝐀/𝐍: Okay, so I’ve got the Yandere themes from @saltymongoose head cannons here and here. (Look salty, I would submit this to you but I have no idea how submissions work) Of course, reader isn’t a Player! But a Doctor! I put my own twist to it so it will match the story line. Yeah it gonna be a little bit more… violent than wholesome. Also you don’t understand the amount of research I had to do to perfect this 😭 watching a documentary of inside a psychiatric hospital and read a handful of articles. Also after watching season 4 of Stranger Things I kinda grew an interest on asylum AU’s - I’ll give you a small spoiler for this fic quoted from the show ‘what have you done?’😟 (also want to thank @deimosed for those sweet words from my last Hank fic)
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After working your way up your career ladder, you’re excited to be offered a place in Nevada’s notorious psychiatric hospital as a full time psychiatrist. This is a massive opportunity for your career. But things aren’t so glamorous and rewarding as it seems when you start to discover the inside works of the hospital with their dark and twisted system to ensure everyone, especially the employees, abides by their extensive rules and policies. You start to learn that the hospital's high reputation may not be so organic. Meanwhile, you develop a secret admirer amongst one of your patients who will do anything to be alone with you and to have you for himself (and maybe save you) - even if it means breaking a few rules.
I’d let these people bleed out if you told me you liked the colour red.
The janitors must’ve used some strong cleaning products again. Waking up to the bitter-sweet smell of disinfectant is not really the ideal way to start your morning. After a few inhales, it starts to get into your head and makes you nauseous. It’s not a scent that you would call ‘homely’.
Fortunately, it does fade as the day goes by but the pungent smell of old piss quickly replaces it by late afternoon and then the vicious cycle starts again in the morning. The sickeningly sweet smell really reflects the cryptic ambiance of the building.
But for patients like Hank, who has stayed in the hospital for a while, the stench doesn’t bother him. It does start to grow in you to the point where you forget what fresh clean air smells like.
Hank takes another glance at the clock for the umpteenth time in the last couple of hours. It was coming up to that time. He can feel his heart accelerating as the seconds pass by. Since he’s all ready, he can sit and watch in front of the clock until finally hearing those footsteps echo in the hall, getting louder as they step closer. Two nurses reach his room, both in their scrubs and ready to escort him out.
“The doctor wants to see you Hank, let’s get going,” the taller of the two says.
They both lead him to another room. This isn’t anything new to Hank. Having to go to the checkup rooms regularly to see the doctor was part of the routine. More footsteps could be heard and immediately he knew it was you. He has your footfall rhythm memorised. Even outside the checkup sessions, he can easily recognise you walking from a distance away. He watches as you make your way in - a warmth reflecting from your eyes with a smile.
“Nice seeing you early today Hank, did you sleep well?” Your voice is amplified over everyone else’s; it’s sweet, hypnotic and endearing to the ears.
All of his senses heighten as soon as you’re near (or as he watches you from afar). As you step closer towards the seat opposite him, he catches the familiar soapy aloe vera scent from you. It’s refreshing and it's definitely more pleasant than the sterile smell of the hospital. Whenever his session ends, he feels like he can still just capture the scent lingering a while longer the minute you leave the room. You’re just so fascinating with how you approach things and how you approach him.
You start to write on your clipboard the date and his name. Hanks eyes are stuck staring at your hand holding the pen. He secretly wishes that you would accidentally misplace or leave your pen one day in the room before you go to your next patient so he could keep it for himself - something that you touched and held onto everyday and probably has your sweat and fibre on it. But unfortunately, due to previous cases of patients using pens as weapons and poking peoples eyes out, doctors and anyone else using a pen has to make sure they keep them safe with them.
“Your mood has definitely improved in the last few weeks Hank, I’m pleased to see that,” your praise causes a wave of euphoria to surge through him. He wants all of your praises. All of the sweet words that come out of your lips. He knows he wants you for himself and wishes the nurses weren’t in the room with the two of you so he can be all alone with you.
The check up comes to an end and you finish it off with “I’ll see you next week Hank,” before you leave to go off to your next patient while he stays in the room with the two nurses beside him a little while longer. It’s easy to forget that he’s not the only one you’re caring for especially with how he’s so engrossed in the moment.
But the thought of you looking after other people besides him, giving them your attention and your time to them doesn’t sit right with him. Actually it enrages him. They don’t deserve you. You need someone who you can feel safer with. These people don’t have the facilities for that. The more he thinks about it, the harder his fist clenched to the point where the knuckles were turning white. Fortunately, he’s able to keep this heated anger in control quickly since he’s still on the fucking medication that slowing his brain .
But Hank is not going to allow their luck to run any longer with you…
Working in a mental hospital isn’t something that you nor your colleagues discuss outside of work. As far as people outside are aware, you’re just a doctor working and giving care in a private hospital. Confidentiality is strictly enforced - anything that happens in the building stays within the four walls.
You have to wear full sleeves to hide the bruises that you get from handling some of the violent patients. The nurses always have it worse since they do interact with them more but that doesn’t mean yours aren’t visible enough to raise some concerns. You do try to scrutinise the job and see the rewarding sides to it though, despite how exhausted you are already.
That burnt soreness on your tongue is still there from the hot coffee you finished just earlier and what's worse is that after rummaging through your work bag, you found that you’re fresh out of breath mints. Well shit then - you’re stuck with having coffee breath until your tight lunch break. Coffee breath was the last thing that you’re concerned about though, with the busy schedule you have today. You just completed the inpatient care and are now providing care to the outpatient department.
Your clipboard is under your tight grip as you’re filling in the details. Sitting opposite you is Peter, your last morning patient. He has a skinny and pale frame and just like most of the other patients, he has a buzz-cut hairstyle.
“So, it’s been a good month since I prescribed you your new medications for your schizophrenia. How has it been affecting you?” Your eyes are still glued to your clipboard.
“It’s been better than the old one, I don’t have any severe side effects,” Peter replied, possessing a strong southern accent.
“That’s perfect, but I will still need the nurses to check your blood sugar levels from time to time. High cholesterol is one of the side effects of this new medication,” You scrape your tongue with your front teeth briefly, trying to soothe the soreness as you speak while mentally reminding yourself to push through and that this is your last patient before your break.
Out of nowhere, the sound of someone screaming could be heard coming from a few rooms away. It's normal to hear some patients yelling occasionally whether it’s them resisting medication or their mood swings going haywire. After all, one of the biggest conflicts between patients and doctors is medication. But this doesn’t sound like someone was resisting. None of the screaming that you’ve heard sounded like this. This is more shrilling, you can almost hear the fear in their cry before it cuts off with crunching sounds and gargling despair and then it stops.
“Doc…?” Peter’s voice shakes as he speaks. He's now starting to hyperventilate - a bad sign that his anxiety is accumulating.
“Everything will be okay, I’m sure the nurses got it handled,” in truth, you were pretty tense yourself but you had to keep your composure and stay calm, for the sake of your patient.
One of the many vital rules that is heavily emphasised is that healthcare staff must leave their patient in a healthy and calm condition. Anything else is a sign of inadequate treatment and can result in a strike. You’re already on your first one and the punishment you faced was just about bearable. You can’t afford another strike on your record - the week has barely started. Really, that should encourage you to prioritise your patient but you can’t help but wonder what was going on out there. It doesn't help when you hear more screaming, this time it’s a masculine voice and you could just about make out what he’s saying before it stops.
“Please don’t hurt me! Where are the fucking nurses ah-!” There’s a painful howl before it cuts off silent again. You and Peter stay quiet waiting for any more disturbing sounds but the silent prologue for a full minute.
“Will it make you feel better if I take a look outside?” He nods, still staying quiet from shock. You’re not going to leave the room since you can’t leave Peter unattended, they’re watching what you’re doing in a control room through a monitor, so you just stick your head out the door and scan the wide hallways. Of course, you can’t see anything because it was coming from one of the other rooms.
The temptation of just leaving the room is drilling in your head. For God's sake, why would they be focusing on you and watching you do your job when they should be focusing on whatever the hell was going on out there?
It seems like they read your mind because the emergency alarms start blaring through the perpetual halls with red lights flashing. You’ve never heard the emergency alarms go off, not until today at least and that was enough for you to exit the patient room. You can hear Peter calling after you, asking where you’re going or what you’re going to do. You don’t really know what you're doing, you're just following these intrusive thoughts, jogging lightly and just hoping it’s not the worst. Whatever the worst may be.
There's more uncontrollable screams that continue to echo through the halls sounding more distant as it bounces off the walls but with still the same level of fear etched in their voices if not, more. The ringing of the alarm is still going off, sounding more urgent and louder. Your head starts to spin as you replay that one sentence in your head…
I’m sure the nurses got it handled.
You stop for a moment and look back at how far you’ve gone - Peter's room feels like miles away now when you’ve only walked a few metres. You have a sense of discomfort that seems to erupt inside you. A strong feeling that something was going to happen. Before you could turn back to continue you felt something hit the back of your head causing a sharp pain shooting through your skull. Your body collapses forward and slowly and you feel your consciousness slip away and vision fade into blackness.
There’s a sharp inhale before you feel your senses coming back to you slowly as you open your eyes. It took you a moment to gather yourself together and remember your surroundings. There’s no more screaming or alarms - nothing but the sound of your pulse hammering in your ears. The halls are still flashing red. Not good. Your vision is still a little blurry and your heads throbbing like mad. Stupid concussion. You still don’t know who the fuck just slammed the back of your head like that.
What’s worse is you don’t know how long you were knocked out but if it’s this quiet, something is definitely not right. What happened to Peter? Shit. With extra precaution and making sure you don’t collapse again, you lift yourself up from the floor and make your way to Peter’s room with wobbly steps. The room isn’t that far for you but your body is still weak and moving painstakingly slow. When you reach his room, you almost throw up at the sight inside.
Someone got to him before you could because now he’s on the floor with his mouth stretched open so wide, the cheeks are torn out. Despite Peter’s thin face and prominent cheekbones, you could still see the fleshy meat from his cheeks that had been plumped out. There was no way someone could do this with their bare hands. Some sick person must’ve used a metal instrument to rip this poor man’s face.
His arms and legs were completely popped out of their joints and dislocated. The crunching you heard earlier must’ve been the sound of bones joints snapping from elsewhere. His gown is now stained with blood from his mouth. You’ve seen a lot of gory scenes at your job but nothing like this. You can’t stomach the sight any longer so you leave feeling utterly repulsed and a little guilty that you can’t do anything. Why did you have to leave him alone? You were hoping the image would leave your mind but it’s already locked in making you feel queasy.
You don’t know where you’re going since there’s no lead and the screaming has stopped. There’s a feeling of emptiness and torment hovering around you as you stiffly walk through the halls, closing in on one of the ward rooms - you weren’t prepared to see inside so when you catch a glimpse of one of the patients on the floor, the squeamish feeling inside your stomach returns.
Inside you could see a few more patients on the floor, arms and legs dislocated as well as their heads being twisted until their necks were snapped. Their faces aren’t mutilated like Peter’s but you could see some of them have holes on the side of their heads where their ears used to be and are now replaced with a crimson pool that dripped down their faces and on the floor. Clearly whoever did this, wanted to get the job done fast.
Each room you pass, you see more and more limp forms littering the floor, not only patients but the healthcare workers there as well - doctors and nurses. It’s all out of control. There are bloody hands smeared and printed on the wall too. The more you continue to walk, the more alone you feel knowing that the people you care for and work with are gone. You feel like you’re surrounded by ghosts - spirits just floating around you. You push your way through the double door and make your way to the main reception, now fully bracing yourself for the worst yet to come.
Hank can feel the heated vexation across his face and the blood rushing in his ears as he gawks down at the last dead body with pride. He was sure that he managed to wipe out everyone in this poor excuse of a hospital. It’s not like it’s a big building so surely after 2 hours, he can wrap it up and call it a job well done. But it’s not complete until he finds you again. Find your sleeping form that is, since he had to knock the fucking day lights out of you. You don’t deserve to see what he did - he’s hoping you’re still knocked out before he retrieves you.
Before he could turn around, there’s the sound of the heavy double doors squeaking as you pushed your way with aggression. The hostility quickly melts away from you as you stare intensely at him, frozen in place from shock. Your mouth starts to quiver and Hank notices a few tears just spilling from your eyes.
“What have you done?!” Your voice breaks with distress. Hank steps a little closer, the metal pipe slips out from his bloody hands as he walks towards you. You’re always easy on the eye but now the glow that would always radiate from you is flushed out. The eye bags under your eyes is more visible now and the rims of it are now red from your salty tears. You look raw and Hank finds himself absolutely adoring this state of you. Probably more now than ever.
He still doesn’t understand why you’re so upset though. Why do you cry for these people? You didn’t mean anything to them. They just used you as a product for your intelligence and for their advantage. Of course you don’t understand that now but one day, you will be grateful for what he has done.
And that’s a promise.
Dividers by @maysdigitalarts
I usually rely on Grammerly to check my spellings and grammar but I’m literally typing this on my phone as I speak so there might be some errors.
𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: SMUT, PIV sex, pet names so no use of Y/N, cunnilingus, kissing. Mentions of pregnancy but reader isn’t pregnant. MINORS DNI!!🔞🔞
𝐀/𝐍: Icl this song inspired me to write my last TK fic too. I just want more domestic fluff with this sweet one :’)
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: An evening spent with TK
It was moments like this where you were thankful for the built in air conditioning in your apartment. The summer Friday night air felt sticky and as you continued to wipe down the kitchen countertop with a dishcloth, you couldn’t help but pause every two seconds to just stand there and indulge in the cold air that was lightly blowing on your face before you continued again. You were preparing to cook dinner tonight so the kitchen was only going to get hotter eventually.
Not too much time has passed before you heard the faint sound of keys jingling outside with the front door opening after. Your partner, TK, made their way inside, removing their shoes and placing them to the side. Before they could say anything to announce their arrival, you were already on your toes to kiss them.
“Late night?” You queried. They did come home a little later than usual.
“Actually, I wanted to surprise you, love.” You caught a whiff of a familiar aroma and it was then you noticed the paper bag in their hand with the logo of your favourite restaurant. Your heart soared. They placed the bag on the counter top, unpacking the items one by one.
“Oh, sweetheart. I was just about to cook dinner as well,”
“I know. But I got dumplings from that place you love. Take a break tonight,” they showed you the container with the freshly made dumplings inside. Though you’d rather have a home-cooked meal, you could never turn down some quality dumplings that you could never seem to replicate yourself.
“Alright then, how about you pick a movie we can watch? I still need to unpack and store away the groceries I was going to use for the cooking,” you started to place all your ingredients in their allocated area while your partner took the food to the living room and set up the movie. It didn’t take too long for them to pick one before you were both promptly on the sofa with your food on the coffee table. You didn’t always have take-outs, but you were happy you could end the week without the labour of cooking tonight.
The movie rolled on and you both devoured the dumplings along with the other food down to the last bite. The best part was always the fortune cookies at the end, though. You picked up the two cookies from the table and handed one to TK.
“Okay, you read yours out first,” Your voice was full of thrill and you were all giddy like a child. Opening fortune cookies was always exciting, some fortunes were adorable and some were just so cheesy - you never know what to expect. TK broke their cookie and unravelled the paper inside.
They read out the small paper. “Unlearn everything that you aren’t. Relearn everything you are.” You chuckled softly. How corny…
“Alright I’ll do mine now…” you did the same with your cookie and read the paper inside. “You will know it when you see it. It will know you when it sees you.” Yeah. Still corny. The movie continued on, which was coming to an end, but by now neither of you were paying close attention to it.
“So, how was that project going at your job?” TK was the one to break the silence over the TV volume.
“It’s going pretty smoothly so far. By the way, do you remember my colleague, Marina? Well, she’s trying to have a baby.” You replied.
“I hope that goes well for her then.” Marina was the only colleague that seemed to have a lot going on in her life that she just had to share with you, it might be because she was the only one that you actually talked to. But out of everything she had mentioned to you, her conception attempts seemed to be a highlighted topic for some reason. You also seemed to notice the baby shops that you walked past more frequently, glancing at the buggies with the baby bags. Perhaps Marina mentioning a baby awakened something in you.
“Do you think we’ll make good parents?” It was a touchy subject you brought up. You and TK barely even discussed it with each other about building your own family. It’s a lot of sacrifice but worth it when you’re carrying your little one swaddled in a blanket, right?
“I think we’ll handle it pretty well. We do make a good team. But there is only one way of finding out,” You whimpered, your stomach felt tingly all of a sudden. TK was right about you being a good team. You imagined it all, from the moment of the baby's conception, starting off with a blood clot which would soon develop into an embryo that you will nurture for months. Before you know it, you will have a fully developed life form inside you, you’ll be all swollen, glowing and soon bring life into the world. It did sound endearing but there would always be that perpetual dread of doubts hanging over you. Those doubts of not being good enough to raise the little one. How can a bundle of joy be so daunting?
“We don’t have to try anytime soon, we can just stick to ‘practicing’ for now,” It was comforting to hear that. There was no rush with parenthood, you still had a lot of time ahead. Perhaps now you could just enjoy the two of you as a pair. You reread the paper fortune again.
You will know it when you see it.
See what, exactly? Something that would persuade you to believe that parenthood would be the best decision of your life?
You didn’t really believe in these fortunes or predictions. Too superstitious. But as silly it might sound, you felt a sort of connection to this one in particular and it might just relate to your situation. That was in the far back of your mind now that you were crawling closer to your partner, hands running up their thigh. You couldn’t help but admire just how beautifully they were sculptured from the way the sleeves of their shirt were rolled up and how it hugged their body and their hair tied up neatly. Your mood quickly switched from apprehensive to insatiable and you weren’t going to waste this opportunity to sit there all night, when you could savour every physical fibre of them now.
“Hmm…why not now?” You grinned up at them, a smugness beaming behind your teeth.
“What-”
“Let’s practice, right now.” You leaned towards them but stopped yourself a few metres away from their awaiting lips. Even with their half-hooded eyes and relaxed expression, your confidence was quickly replaced with hesitation. “…Only if you want to, I just want to know if you’re okay with-” you were cut off swiftly with their lips, kissing you sensually. There was that hint of the sweet and sour flavour from the food that lingered on their lips as they kissed deeper into you, not that you cared, you probably tasted the same. They pulled away to remove their shirt that they haven’t changed since they came in along with their glasses and placed them on the table and encouraged you to lean back onto one of the sofa’s cushions, seemingly just as eager as you.
“I’ve been waiting all day for this,” you sighed as you spoke, feeling their hands go up your shirt and pulling the cups of your bra down to knead your breast.
“If you’ve been waiting all day, why didn’t you say anything earlier, hm?” Now it was their turn to act sly, with extra suaveness in their voice. On top of that, they had the cheeks to ask when they knew you could barely speak and completely fall apart from their minimal touch.
“Mmfh- as much as I love you TK, oh, I can never turn down those dumplings, shit-!” You felt one of your nipples being pinched and twisted, fucking cutting you off mid-sentence, again. Your breathing became more shallow with low moans in between. They assisted you in removing your t-shirt and unclipped your bra. Now, their mouth latched onto one of your breasts, tongue soft and wet as it traced around your bud and teeth lightly sinking into your silky skin. Your sensitive nerves were tingling and sending shocking waves causing your body to tremble with ecstasy.
They kissed down your form leaving small bite marks like little love letters etched on your body. They have your whole body memorised and know exactly where to focus on, all the curves and edges and your favourite spots to get a reaction out of you. Finally, they reached your crotch and didn’t waste a second to pull your pants off while your panties still remained. You could already feel the dampness of the fabric from how wet you were, you just hoped it wasn’t visible on the other side. Your clothed cunt was now being toyed momentarily with TK’s fingers, rubbing it before completely removing the fabric barrier. You were now laying bare, the cold air from the air conditioner caused goosebumps to erect on your exposed skin now.
Their breath brushed against your throbbing pussy that was aching for attention and to be touched already. They looked up from between your legs giving you a sincere look.
“Can I taste you?” They cooed, rubbing your outer thighs.
“Please, baby.” Love making with TK would always start off slow and almost agonising. They want to make sure that they have your full permission and know how badly you want it. It also turns them on seeing how you plead for them to continue, making them feel wanted.
Their tongue started off with your folds, lapping at your heat and gliding over the surface and just barely touched your clit. Tedious lapping turned to sucking which only made your dripping, sensitive cunt wetter. Your hands laced through their hair and tugged at it as you felt their tongue digging deeper into you which got you squirming and slowly losing your sense of surroundings. You would've jerked and grinded your hips if they didn’t grip your legs to hold you in place. You couldn’t control the noises coming out of your throat as you lost yourself in their lust with blood rushing in your ears and heavy pants filling your senses. Your own body betrayed you when your orgasm came crashing down before you could anticipate it with TK taking it all in and drinking you up with your sweet moans. They moved away from your crotch and ran the back of one of their hands over their mouth to wipe any mess and hovered over you again.
“So beautiful,” they combed their fingers through your scalp and brushed your hair back, now having a full view of your face. You knew you were a complete mess, panting and flustered and yet they still admired you. Probably more now than ever.
“No, you.” You were still still gathering yourself, all breathless from your climax.
“I’m beautiful?” They asked in amusement, raising a brow but still holding onto their irresistible smile. You regained your strength and you couldn’t help but just hold their face, caressing their cheeks and lock eyes with them; a mix of hazel with golden flakes reflecting off their warmth to you.
“Yes, you’re the most gorgeous person I’ve ever seen.” You kissed them deeply, tasting yourself from their lips which only intensified as they widened their mouth and their tongues curled into yours but you were too blinded by bliss to care. “If we do have babies, I know they will be just as beautiful,” you murmured in their lips, still continuing your work with your mouths.
You pulled away from the kiss, panting slightly. “Fuck me, please,” you moaned and tugged at their pants.
“That’s the plan, love”
They climbed off of you and removed their pants along with their boxers underneath. Their cock twitched slightly, desperate to be squeezing by your walls. They repositioned themselves and held you close. You could see their cock leaking slightly and throbbing with anticipation as you stroked it a few times, drawing a chuckling from TK. They caved in, you felt every inch being pushed further and every pulse rubbing your inner flesh.
They started their motion with their hips, rolling into yours and thrusting their cock deep inside your womb. They completely enveloped you with their arms gripping your waist and your own wrapped around their neck and your legs around their hips. You both fit each other perfectly and every swift movement was paced evenly. Things would always start off slow, giving you a chance to steady yourself but also to tease you. They absolutely loved to edge you, slowly watching you grow impatient before they pull orgasm after orgasm from you.
You couldn’t keep your mouth shut, huffing soft mewls with each thrust from their cock that was continuously hitting against your hidden sweet spot. They seemed to be just as lost in a haze as you were, completely aroused by how your wet cunt was pulling them back in greedily with each withdrawal.
“So pretty, you always take me so well, sweetheart,”
They dipped their head lower to capture your lips again with theirs. This kiss felt more sloppy - messy almost. They sucked on your lower lips before pulling away this time. They repositioned your legs over their shoulder, allowing them to thrust deeper into you. You wailed in delight from the sudden shock of pleasure. Their thrusts became less rhythmic and more erratic, desperate to chase their peak and fill you up.
You, on the other hand, were only sinking deeper and deeper into the couch. Your vision started to blur from the teary bliss and their movements were starting to sputter, an clear sign that they were close. Through your watery eyes you could still notice the blush that spread across their face from the high blood pressure and rapid rise of body temperature.
You felt them go balls deep with their cock twitching inside you before they finally released. They threw their head back and groaned out your name. Your legs were shaking, still resting on their shoulders with their grip on your ass, holding you in place as they filled you with every jizz ejaculating from their cock.
They collapsed onto, gently not to crush you and blow the air from your lungs from their weight. The room was now filled with your heavy pants along with the air conditioning still humming perpetually, which was now the only thing cooling your heated bodies. They lifted themselves from you, slightly sticky from sweat.
“You alright there? I’ll clean up the table if you want.” they said as they got up to collect the empty boxes from the table. You giggled slightly at the fact that they didn’t bother to put their clothes back on while doing so.
“Thank you, I’ll get the shower ready.” You finally got up as well, moving slowly from the soreness in your body and made your way to the hall.
You turned to look back at the living room, watching TK take the trash away to the joint kitchen and then you looked back at the whole square space. Your mind pictured a baby crawling around under the table and around the couches and toys littered across the floor. Perhaps you would need a bigger place if you were going to have a family.
𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: Established relationship, possessiveness and slightly yandere towards the end. In addition to that terrible joke in the first paragraph.
𝐀/𝐍: Again, inspiration from @saltymongoose hcs from here in addition to @madness-in-the-flesh jeb fic here and @yanderes-galore fic here. I got some inspo from this fic too (smut warning), very talented author but I won’t tag her bc it’s a completely diff fandom. I really really love @distressedwalnut art especially their MadCom self insert stuff. Wholesomeness and dat innit. Listen… older, holy man 🤌🏽 plsss!!! And this song chosen is so so so fitting!! The lyrics and the THEMES🥹🥹. Also, new colour scheme and header girlie! I did receive a few MadCom requests and I’ll get to them eventually.
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Living in a God-forsaken land like Nevada, anyone will naturally preserve any blessings and nice things that has bestowed upon them - including Jebediah; which is why he is so inclined in you staying in his life.
‘And if death is the last appointment, then we’re all just sitting in the waiting room’
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Love: a powerful emotion that brings people together. This is only a generic description of love without specifying what type it is, whether it is platonic or romantic. Though, a lot of people do struggle with the latter. To many, the initial feeling of falling in love can feel magical, especially if it’s your first time. Those butterflies in your stomach that people always talk about are there and your whole body just seems to heat up whenever your love interest is around. However, too much of a good thing can be dangerous if you’re not careful and you can easily lose yourself or your self respect. Yes, those tingling sensation you feel could just be your common senses leaving your body.
For Jebediah Christoff, falling in love seemed like a waste of time and emotions. Why would you emotionally invest yourself into someone in such a dire time like this, where you have to watch your back every two seconds? Shouldn’t you focus on surviving? The term ‘romance’ hardly ever crossed his mind, especially being preoccupied with his heavy workload from the Nexus Project. For the longest time, Jebus has convinced himself that love will never find him, whether he actually chooses to avoid it or not.
But much like everything else in life, people’s perspectives can change, and the tables can turn without you even noticing. It could be from a change of circumstances or from a specific event that teaches you to respond to situations differently. For Jeb, it was when you came into his life. You were working for the same organisation at one point - an apprentice working your way up to being a full time scientist. He didn’t see you often, since he was one of the highest up scientists but whenever he did come across you, he became more alert and, surprisingly, hyperaware with not only his presence but the way he talked to you. These feelings were so foreign to him yet he willingly welcomed them.
He didn’t know why he felt like this - with you particularly. Perhaps it was because you were just a breath of fresh air with such a fervent character, while his other coworkers were on autopilot mode and only talking about the project itself. There was so much about you that piqued his interest, so much that he wanted to unpack and watch you unravel for him. You were sweet, caring and always seemed to know exactly what to say. He found himself smiling at a few of your remarks. Genuinely smiling. Something he hasn’t done in years. The more you learned about you, the more refreshing everything felt.
You did, however, leave the organisation eventually due to its immoral practices. Fortunately for Jeb, he didn’t have to worry about the other scientists getting too close to you or worse, tainting your innocence and corrupting you - though working under Nexus Core, you’ve probably already been scarred from your experience. To make things even better for Jeb, you both stayed in touch and he would visit you occasionally.
“It’s finally nice seeing you outside of work Dr Christoff,” you chirped. The only thing that was highlighted in that sentence was the way you addressed him. There was no need for you to still use formalities like that with him now.
“Please, just call me Jeb,”
Your chemistry slowly started to escalate. The flame of attraction towards you now turned into a wildfire. There was a whole inferno burning in his heart and gut with the heat continuously licking him. Surely, you must feel the same, no? You wouldn’t allow him to visit you regularly if there wasn’t something special between the two of you. As much as he wanted to protect his pride, your charms were just too irresistible to ignore at this point.
He was grateful that you’ve left Nexus Core now, since he didn’t have to worry about breaching employee regulations when things got even further between the two of you romantically. He can already predict that you will be happy together.
~
A good number of years has passed and Nexus City only continues to deteriorate as each passing daylight burns. Almost every building is abandoned and the population has died down drastically. Every corner just feels booky with the lingering feeling of being gnawed. Jeb has witnessed the worst imaginable not only in the Nexus organisation but throughout the whole city. Watching other grunts' flesh being ripped open or blown up to smithereens and experiments going horribly wrong all while holding the ‘Saviour’ title.
But there’s only so much one can take. The only light that is at the end of this hellish tunnel is Jeb’s relationship with you. Things were flourishing exponentially with your relationship. It’s almost impossible to have a traditional wedding in the state that Nevada is in, but you managed to improvise and sealed your vows.
You don’t know how much you keep him grounded, how you keep him from going insane. Probably because he doesn’t show too much of his broken side to you. He comes home everyday to you, closing any space between the two of you in an embrace. “Jeb?” he tucks his face in the crook of your neck, completely engulfing your form with his and inhaling your scent which gives his serenity. “Oh, Jeb-” you whine, while he is utterly lost in the sweetness of your voice. He just doesn’t want anything to change with you or your relationship. He can’t stand the idea of you being hurt.
Which is why he keeps you inside, locked away from the chaos outside. He’s not going to allow the world's cruelty to get to you. Absolutely not! He just can’t risk your innocent demeanour being crushed or, God forbid, someone taking you away from him. He’s not going to be so merciful if that does happen.
You only deserve good in your life and right now, that is his unflinching faithfulness and love for you. And this will continue till one of you is taken to the grave.
Feedback is appreciated always
Listen, I didn’t know how else to expand this but the maths isn’t mathing, my brain isn’t braining and it’s just blank. There’s so much more I wanted to add and I couldn’t put it to words, you know??
Word count: 930. Contains: Mentions of food and cursing (sorry couldn’t help myself there ಥ_ಥ)
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Scenario prompt: Character A has a favorite cake they haven’t had since their childhood. Character B spends the entire day before A’s birthday trying to replicate it. ❧By @oc-and-otp-ideas from their birthday prompts.
Dialogue prompts: “It's my birthday guys, please. Don't fight. Not today.” ❤︎ “Hey, I made you this cake! I hope you like it!” ❤︎ “You got her a fruitcake? On her birthday? What is wrong with you guys?” ❧By @inkandpaperxx from their birthday prompts
A/N: Yep finally reaching two decades of my life. Crying and throwing up rn now that I’m 20????😟. So here’s a little birthday fic that I’ve written. 🥳🤍🤍You’re all housemates in this AU and the boys can’t bake to save their lives.
Summary: It’s your first birthday as housemates and the boys went the extra mile to make your day special.
The local supermarket was always busy. It was the only supermarket that was the closest and since there were no other ones nearby, the people near your area had to rely on one for groceries and baked goods. Luckily for Benny and Santi, they both went just an hour before closing time, and thank fuck there was significantly less people, making it easier to get to the items that they needed for your birthday surprise the next day.
Benny placed the last pack of candles from the shelf into the shopping basket alongside a roll of wrapping paper. “I think that’s everything.” Benny sighed, exhausted from rushing and going out at the last minute. “We still need to get her a cake,” Santi reminded. The bakery section was at the back of the store with the fresh fruits and vegetables. You would always go there with one of them to pick up your favourite pecan plaits.
Unfortunately their luck didn’t last long when they noticed that most of the cake display was almost empty. All the best cakes were taken. Figured. “I knew we should’ve come earlier. Shit!” Santi seethed with annoyance.
“So what are we going to do now?” Benny asked, arms folded as they tried to think of a solution.
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Earlier the next morning, just after sunrise, the four men were up in the kitchen preparing for your day, while you were still in your room, sound asleep. It wasn’t unusual for them to be up this early, retired from the military, old habits die hard.
“So did you get the cake?” Will asked while filling air into a balloon.
“Yeah… about that.” The room fell silent as Frankie and Will heard what the other two men had to say.
How could they possibly mess something like this up?
“By the time we actually went to the bakery section, they barely had anything good in stock. We only managed to get this.” Benny pulled out a fruit cake out of the plastic bag from yesterday and placed it on the table.
“You got her fruit cake?” Frankie said as he ran his hand over his locks “On her birthday? Pendejo! We can’t give her that. She doesn’t deserve a halfass cake.”
You did deserve better. You were the glue and the peace maker of the household, making sure any heated argument was settled. And after all that, somehow you still managed to tolerate living with them all at the same time. “Fish is right...” Will pipped in “she does deserve better, which is why we're not gonna just buy some cake from the grocery’s bakery” The other three men’s gaze were in Will now, confusion written in their faces.
“I remember her telling me one of her favourite cakes she hasn’t had since her childhood.” he started “If I could find a recipe online, Benny and Santi could quickly pick up the ingredients from the grocery store.”
Will pulled out his phone and went to search up the recipe of the cake that you loved.
“You’re not fucking suggesting that we actually bake a cake, are you?” Benny scoffed at the idea. Neither of them knew how to bake and they knew it.
“Come one hermano, how hard can it be.” Frankie gripped onto Benny’s shoulder as he spoke.
“Yeah, lighten up” Santi’s voice came from behind “if we follow the recipe, how hard can it be.” If they wanted it to go well, they had to be quick. You weren’t going to be asleep forever.
~
Meanwhile, the morning sunlight bled in your room through the gaps of the blinds. You were still knocked out in bed, sleeping in a little later than usual, and completely oblivious to the predicament downstairs.
You spent the night before with your mother who visited before she left town again. It felt good spending time with her before your birthday, even if it was for a short while.
Eventually, slumber slowly slipped away leaving you to rub your eyes as you allowed yourself to wake up and stretched your arms. You quickly freshened up in the bathroom but noticed the house was quiet. Too quiet. You would at least hear some shuffling or cutleries being arranged, preparing for breakfast. It felt like you were the only one in the house right now.
You made your way downstairs into the kitchen, barefoot on the cold tile floor. You had to hold back a giggle when you saw a few balloons on the floor and your four housemates crowding the dining table.
“Good morning boys-”
“Oh shit!” You heard Benny exclaim before they all turned to you.
You noticed the cake on the table with a thin piping bag in Frankie's hand and your heart swelled at the sight. You stepped a little closer to get a better look and the feeling increased by tenfold when you realised the type of cake it was. “Oh my God… is that-”
“Yeah, that cake you told me about, I found a recipe online and we tried to replicate it. Sorry about the mess.” Will said as he stepped closer to your side. Your name was written in white icing with Frankie’s chicken scratch handwriting, which topped it off beautifully. “It’s beautiful, I can’t believe you’ve really gone out of your way for this, thank you!” You beamed at them.
“And you wanted to give a fruit cake, huh?” Frankie piped up.
“Listen it wasn’t-“
“Please!” you interrupted Ben, holding your hands up to emphasise your stress. “It’s my birthday, no arguing. Not today.”
“Of course, hermosa.”
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Dividers by @maysdigitalarts and @firefly-graphics
Please don’t quote me on the title 😭. I’ve written a birthday fic before and it took me a long time to come up with a name then.
Anyways, stay safe and hydrated lovelies (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)
