Simon with natural curly hair reader who is so fascinated and in love with your hair and how voluminous and poofy and shiny and curly it is. He loves how it bounces and how well it shapes your face. It’s just so pretty just like you.
He wants so badly to touch it but he knows that he might get murdered if he touches a curly girl's hair without permission.
Whenever you two hug or snuggle your hair gets all in his face and he tries to hide his excitement from being able to feel it on his face and how good it smells.
He’s so intrigued by the way you put product in your hair and your special hairbrushes you use and how it looks so different when it’s wet vs. dry. He loves watching it slowly curl and shrink back up as it’s drying.
Then, finally, one day you’re making tea for the both of you in the kitchen and you see him staring at your hair in a trance.
“Simon.”
“Hm?” He says, not looking away from your hair.
You giggle to yourself.
“You can touch it if you want.” You say with a smile.
Simon’s eyes widen like a kid getting the christmas gift his parents swore he wasn’t getting. He hesitates but slowly comes up to you, pulling you to him by your hips and he takes a tiny coil sticking out by your eyebrow and pulls it softly, stretching it out to it’s full length, then letting it go and watching as it bounces back into it’s shape.
Simon lets out a giggle. Yes. A giggle. Like a little boy. And he leans in to kiss you, hair all in his face, just the way he likes it.
hellooo, hope you having a nice day! can i request a nsfw with allen walker that have marking kink and sex pollen (allen is the one affected) please? :’> thank you so much! and i also did your survey too!
Rating: Explicit, MDNI
Warnings: afab!reader, mixed!reader coded, p in v sex, dubious consent cuz of sex pollen, marking, creampie, don't be silly wrap that willy!, unprotected sex, slight hair pulling, finger sucking, praise kink, dirty talk, slight degradation
“Red thorns, right?” You ask your fellow exorcist, brown eyes raking along the row of plants in front of you.
“Yeah, and blue flowers,” Allen adds, eyes on his own row of flowers.
“Tell me again why I’m here?” The question has him stopping and looking over at you.
“Komui assigned you to this mission,” the white-haired male tells you earnestly. You pause in your search.
“Yeah, but you and Lavi were the ones who went to Romania, not me. Shouldn't Komui have assigned Lavi instead of me?” It’s a valid point and you watch Allen struggle to think of a counter. The mission itself was information gathering on the plant that had bit Krory- if you could locate where it had grown or by whom, there was a possibility of finding more innocence.
“I guess he thought your skills suited this mission.” Allen shrugs, rubbing the back of his head with one hand and giving you a small smile, both eyes closed. You hum in lieu of response and turn back to the flowers on the bench. The last few days had been filled with the same motions- wake up, search among the plants in the castle for one that matched the description Kory had given, take a few water and food breaks, grow tired and then give up for the day and head back to bed. You’re beginning to give up hope that you’re going to find a plant that looks even slightly like the description the vampire-exorcist had given you.
“How much longer ‘till we can reasonably call it and head back home?” You ask. You’ve been working for the Black Order for longer than Allen so you’re technically the senior exorcist on the mission but the way your partner acts, so similar to a puppy, has you wanting his acceptance in ending the mission before success.
“You’re the one with more experience than me, it’s your decision when you want to end the mission,” Allen tells you, stopping in his search once more. Your body comes to a standstill, hands on your hips and lips pursed as you think it through. In your peripheral vision, you can make out Allen walking again, going along his line of plants.
Although Innocence wasn’t known to be found together, if it managed to interact with living organisms then it may be possible to trace the products back to the source of Innocence. You’re too busy in thought wondering if it’s worth staying a few more days on a chance that you may find another Innocence product or go back to ‘Quarters and get deployed on a mission that’ll almost definitely have some Akumas to get rid of. A tanned finger taps on your plump lips as you weigh up both options, Allen completely out of your vision now. Hearing a sharp curse come from him has you whipping back to see him.
“What? What happened?” You ask as you use one hand to jump over the wooden table holding the plants and pull your bow off your back with the other. Two large steps are all you need to get to where Allen is kneeling on the cobblestones, the hand you had braced on the table running along the bow to activate your Innocence whilst your eyes dart around to locate the threat.
“Errrmmm…” Allen begins. A quick once over of him in between your thorough sweep of the room doesn't alert you to any bleeding or bruising. His left eye hasn't activated either. You relax a little knowing there are no Akuma present but keep scanning the vast hall you’re in. When you’ve done a full 360 and nothing has jumped out, you lower your bow and turn your attention to your colleague. He’s hunched over, his chest expanding quickly as he pants down to the floor. You move to kneel down next to him, a golden hand splaying over his right shoulder but it rapidly retracts when Allen physically flinches.
“Allen, what’s wrong? What happened?” Your voice is sharper, more authoritative as worry begins creeping in. In your mind, you’re going through a list of anything that could have caused this- flu, attack, poisoning, food poisoning? Yet, nothing sticks.
“ I … I think I’ve… well, I’ve fucked up,” Allen grits out. Your frown only deepens at his words. Ignoring his previous response, you gently cup his chin and guide his face to yours. A curse of your own falls from your lips as you take him in. Allen’s usually pale cheeks are now rosy, sweat sticking to his white bangs to his forehead.
“What did you do?” You interrogate, barely holding back the urge to shake him to get the answers out of him. The blacks of his pupils have dilated severely, pushing the silver of his iris to the very edges. What little silver you can see has taken on a purple sheen.
“I in-inhaled the … the purple one,” Allen bites out in between pants. You’re whirling around immediately, freehand smacking over your mouth and nose in a poor imitation of a mask whilst brown eyes take stock of the purple flower sitting surreptitiously between two bigger plants. You recall Krory’s warning of a purple plant that had been used as a… libido enhancer … that may be present in the plant room.
As shallowly as possible, you breathe in and drop your hand from Allen’s chin to snake under his right armpit, the other hand grabbing his right wrist and hiking his arm over your shoulder. When he’s stable enough for your liking you stand up, heaving at his weight- his lean frame hides his muscularage a bit too well- and stumble away from the spot. Holding your breath hinders the process a bit but eventually, you make it far enough that you feel safer in taking a few short gasps to relieve your burning lungs. Allen doesn’t seem to be any better from the distance, slurring his words of thanks. You pause to take a break, muscles screaming as you hold as much of his weight as possible. At the end of the room is a door with a wooden plank for a bolt, your plan is to get him there and dump him outside. The room is spacious enough that you can go to the other side of the room and not hear Allen… get over the pollen… and there’s a route back to the kitchen on your side, you can grab some snacks for him. You’re not too sure how long it’ll take to get out of his system nor how much was in his system to begin with. The bolt probably won’t hold if he uses his arm but you’re hoping that he’ll be too occupied to try and break through the-
Your train of thought ceases when you feel lips press over the pulse on your throat. You freeze, Allen’s arm sliding along your shoulder as your grip on his wrist loosens. Seizing the opportunity, Allen slides his arm down to wrap around your waist and tugs your front into his chest.
“Allen…” You warn, palms placed on his front. Even through the thick material of his uniform, you can feel the firm muscles of his pecs. Your eyes flutter shut as Allen presses open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, both of his hands gripping onto your hips. A soft moan falls out of your lips as he squeezes the softness of your waist. You’re too weak and allow yourself to revel in this forbidden pleasure for a few seconds. However, the guilt begins to build in you and you force yourself backwards. Allen lets you withdraw to an extent, allowing some distance between your skin and his lips but he’s instinctively pulling you back into his embrace when you try to take a step back. You try your hardest to ignore the bulge pressing against your navel. “Allen… we can’t,” you tell him, lips brushing against his. You’re unable to flick your eyes up to look at him, swallowing as you wait for him to pull away (taking your heart with him) and profusely apologise. He does neither.
“Why not? Forgive me if I’m wrong, but I’ve seen your glances when you think I’m not looking.” Your cheeks heat up at the revelation of your bad spying skills. “If you really don’t want this then I can leave and figure it out myself,” you force yourself to peek up at him, seeing his large eyes looking down at you with concern and less hidden lust. “I don’t want to force you but I’d definitely rather get through this with your body than my hand,” Allen tells you, grinding his pelvis into your tummy.
You blink at him, looking down to see him subtly thrusting his crotch against your uniform. There’s a prominent bulge that his trousers are unable to fully hide. When you don’t say anything, Allen gently cups the side of your head and tilts your face up, his own lips descending down to join with yours. Unconsciously, your hands fist the material of his shirt to ground you; as much as you want this, lusted after the Englishman for so long, it’s not right even if he was in the right frame of mind.
“Allen, we can’t do this. Not to LenaLee.” Allen pulls back completely, his confusion evident on his face. Your eyes dart across his features, noticing that he looks more coherent than a second ago.
“Why… not to … Lena?” Allen asks. Even though he keeps his distance, you can feel his thumbs brush along the hem of your jacket.
“Because… She’s your… girlfriend?” You finish off lamely. Allen scoffs and leans back down. In between kisses he tells you, “Lena is dating Johnny.” You pull away once more to confirm if he was telling the truth. There’s no guilt or sign of mistruth on his face.
“She is?! When? How?” You ask the news new to you.
“I dunno, a year maybe?” Allen answers distractedly, more interested in pressing kisses along the side of your neck. His hands clutch at your sides and pulls you further into him so he can continue getting some friction on his dick.
“And she never told me?! She told you but not me!” You exclaim, slightly angry at your supposed “friend”. Allen sighs and pulls away from your neck, calling your name. Your brown eyes flick up as you feel one of his hands cup the back of your head, tilting your face up. With slight annoyance, the male tugs you forward so your forehead bumps softly into his as he bends a little and stares intently into your eyes.
“Look, I would much prefer to fuck you than talk about LenaLee.” The male exorcist rolls his hips into you to emphasise his point. You freeze for a second as you come back from the shock of LenaLee having a boyfriend to the present context- your fellow single exorcist has just inhaled some sex pollen and wants to fuck.
“Oh, yeah, sorry,” you sheepishly apologise then kick yourself. Could you sound any more awkward? Allen doesn’t seem to mind, lips pulled into a soft smile as he gazes down at you. The soft moment is broken a second later as his hands grip the flesh of your waist and pulls you impossibly closer. You’re close enough to see how the black of his pupil expands until his irises are thin rings. The bit of coherence he displayed earlier seems to disappear as he manoeuvres your lower body to move in sync with his. As he finds pleasure in the grinding, he busies his lips by pressing them kisses along the side of your neck, nipping at the flesh every so often. Gasps and sighs leave your lips as you close your eyes and tilt your head back, giving in to the pleasure. Allen irregularly switches from open mouth kisses to sucking on your neck, laving his tongue over the to-be hickey to softly scraping his teeth over the area when you giggle at the ticklish feeling.
You stagger back when Allen drops more of his body weight on you. The white-haired male follows you, lips not once detaching from your skin as he pins you to the workbench behind you. Every so often, one of his hands ventures up and cups the curve of your breast, fingers pinching your nipple through the thick material of your jacket. Before you can react or show your pleasure, his hands slide back down to grip your ass, giving it a squeeze before moving his hands elsewhere on your body. His hands never stay still, constantly running up and down your sides and gripping your flesh whilst his lower half continues to hump against your front, moans and grunts dropping from his lips every so often.
The way he teases and touches you has desire flooding your veins. You thread one tanned hand through his white hair and pull his face away from the edge of your collar and to your face. Allen takes the hint and presses his soft lips against yours, one large hand gliding up your spine to hold the back of your head. His mouth swallows up the hum of pleasure you let out when you feel him softly tilt your head to aid him in taking control of the kiss. The chaste kiss you share ends prematurely, the sex pollen cursing through his system urging him to take his pleasure. You feel Allen slip his left hand over your hip and use the grip he has to tug you into his muscular chest, moving your body how and where he wants it. The hand on the back of your head tips your face up to meet his as he dips down to continue kissing you, tongue slipping past your pliant lips. The open mouth kiss quickly becomes messy but it only serves to turn you more on. Between one of his hands cupping your head and the other grabbing your ass, you feel overpowered and pinned in the best possible way- nowhere to run and wherever you turn, Allen is there: his hands, his body, his lips. It is as if you have to take the pleasure he’s giving to you.
Making out with Allen is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced, being bombarded with sensations from almost everywhere on your body. All he’s done is kiss you and mark your neck and yet your pants are wet. The way his hands roam around your body, grabbing fistfuls of your flesh makes you feel wanted and desired. You barely have time to contemplate if it’s the sex pollen that’s making him act in such a way or something else. Before you can get too distracted though, Allen pulls back. You whine and chase his lips. You’re rewarded with a breathless chuckle from the taller male. His thumbs rub circles into your flank as he stares down at you, panting slightly.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Allen coos the praise so nonchalantly. You bite your lip and look away from him, hands clenching the material resting on his clavicle. “Can’t wait to fucking ruin you.” Your cheeks heat up at such vulgar statements coming from the so-called gentleman. Glancing up at him through thick eyelashes, you watch as conflict passes over the pale man’s face. Your frown and open your mouth to ask what was wrong but can’t even make a single word as he squeezes your waist. “Do you want this?” Allen pants out.
Blinking a few times, you try to fight through the fog that’s beginning to settle over you. Even when he’s the one affected by the pollen, he’s checking in on you, wanting your consent. You nod eagerly.
“No. Use your words. Tell me you want this,” Allen demands sharply. You keen and bunch his jacket in your fist, feeling slightly overwhelmed.
“I… I want this. I want you.” The confession is quiet but it is enough to satisfy Allen. He encircles a foot around one of your ankles and slides it away from your other foot. A second later and one of his thighs wedges in between yours, Allen’s large hands guiding you to lower your core down onto the muscle. You moan out loud, head tipping back as Allen hunches over to continue pressing kisses as far down your neck as possible, hooking his pointer finger of his right hand under your high collar and pulling it down to litter more marks on the newly-bared skin. With his encouragement, you begin to grind down on his thigh, Allen flexing his leg randomly to see your eyes roll back into your skull as the pressure on your clit adds to the pleasure building in your core. Your hips buck and feel his noticeable bulge brush the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. A moan falls from your swollen lips at the thought of his dick filling you up.
“Good, I’ve wanted this for a long time now,” Allen confides.
“Pluh-please, Allen, need you in me now,” you moan out. Allen groans against your decalage at your words. You yelp as Allen grabs your forearms and pulls you away from the workbench just enough so he can turn you around and push you down onto the wooden surface, pinning you there with his body. His arms cage you in, chest covering your back. It is as hot as it is comforting. His nimble fingers make quick work of the buttons at the top of your coat, grabbing the loosened material and wrestling it past your shoulders. His desperation prevents him from truly taking it off and so it remains snug around your biceps, restricting movement in your arms. Your black bandeau underneath your jacket is hastily pulled down so he has access to your breasts. Immediately, Allen is pinching the hardened buds and squeezing the fat of your breasts. You’ve succumbed to the floaty feeling a while back, no longer caring about the moans and whines that leave you. They echo off the stone walls back into your ears and make you squirm at how … slutty you sound. Throughout it all, Allen continues to hump your rear, your form perched over the table leaving your ass at the perfect height for him to grind against. You’re impressed at his stamina and self-control. That thought, and all others, leave your mind when you feel Allen slip his hand past the band of your underwear, fingertip gliding over your clit.
Allen chuckles as you buck your hips into his hand, groaning at how your ass grinds against his aching dick at the action. Teasingly, Allen circles your nub a few times, quietly laughing into your ear as he watches you close your eyes and moan out. You're reaching your peak and your lips drop open to warn-tell-beg Allen but all that comes out is a strangled whine as Allen stops rubbing figures of eight on your clit and instead delves deeper, palm cupping your mound as his fingers slide through the slick clinging between your lower lips.
“Fuckin’ hell, princess, you’re this wet from some kisses and a few bites?” Allen asks, shallowly thrusting his fingers into your cunt. His laugh is airy, an indication that whilst he sounds so cool and level headed, he is still affected by you. Or the sex pollen. Before any doubts can creep in, Allen is praising you.
“Fuck, fuck fuck, so fucking hot underneath me, grinding on my fingers. You want them inside of you? Want me to fill you up?” You’re not sure if Allen is even aware of what he is saying but you nod desperately and arch your back, wiggling your butt to entice him. Allen grabs your bottoms and pulls them down just enough so your dripping wet hole is on display. You register the sound of his palm spanking your ass before the pain. You moan louder. Warm fingertips gently run along your tingling cheek and then onto your hips. They move with such purpose you’re fairly certain that Allen is tracing the marks from his hands gripping you earlier which are beginning to fade into your golden skin.
The fingers trail back to your core, two sheathing themselves into your pussy. A contented sigh leaves you and it would embarrass you at how complete you feel with his fingers in you but the pleasure has left you one-track minded. Allen is considerate enough to begin thrusting his fingers in and out of your wet hole, fingers curling to brush against the spongy spot that has you digging your fingernails into the wooden bench. The fingers spread, scissoring open your gummy walls before a third finger is added. The stretch is blissful and a part of you wants Allen to keep fingering you forever. The thought is changed when you feel Allen grind his groin in the space where your ass joins your thigh. Even with the few brief feels of it, you know it will fill you up and stretch you out in the most exquisite way possible. You’re not fully sure you can wait any longer for it. The white-haired male seems to agree, mumbling, “you should be stretched out enough.”
A slurping sound, rather than the sound of a zipper, catches your attention. Curiosity influences you to turn and rest the left side of your face on the bench to see over your right shoulder. You get an up close view of Allen licking his fingers and sucking up your slick. Allen pauses when he notices you watching him, sending you a closed eyed smile. He sensually pulls his fingers out of his mouth, bending at his waist to whisper into your ear, “when this is all over, I’m going to feast on you for hours.”
The eagerly awaited sound of a zipper reaches your ears, hips wiggling in excitement. Allen slaps your other cheek once as a reprimand then twice more just to watch how your ass jiggled with the force. One hand pumps his length, breathy moans tumbling out of his kiss-plumped lips at the pleasurable feeling of his grip. The male exorcist holds the base of his dick with one hand and grabs your buttcheek to spread it so he can have a clear view as he slowly sinks his mushroom head into your vagina. You sigh at how his cock fills you up perfectly. He’s long and thick and it seems like an eternity passes before his hips are flush with yours.
“Fuck, feel so good, so tight around my cock. Trying.. Not - fuck - t-to move but you feel so good,” Allen pants out, hips jerking a little to chase the feeling of your snug walls pulsing around his shaft. The male does his best to stay still until you give him the okay but the sex pollen has him focusing on fucking.
“Wan’ you to move, Allen,” you state, hips also moving in an attempt to entice him into pounding you. Allen needs no more confirmation, pulling back until only the tip of his cock remains inside you and then slamming back into you. You wail, bringing one forearm up to your mouth so you can bite into it and quieten yourself as Allen sets a brutal pace, his hips slamming into yours with a bruising force. There’s something lewd in your state of dress. Your jacket hangs by elbows, trousers suspended mid-thigh from how far your legs are spread. Allen is only slightly more clothed than you, you can feel the harsh fabric of his trouser on the back of his legs. It is a feeling that just adds to the pleasure; the sex pollen forcing him to give in to such carnal desires without any logic or self-control to undress either of you fully. It makes you clench around his length, Allen swearing and jerking further into your cunt at how tight you feel.
Fingers thread through your hair and tug your head up closer to where Allen is, hunched over.
“Don’t you- fuck- fucking dare to keep quiet. I w-want all those- fuck yeah- those moans echoing off the walls. Sh-show me how a good a slut you can be, gripping my dick so well with your pussy.” You’re so pleasure drunk that you can’t even respond to him with words, just bringing your hand back down on the table to stabilise yourself; Allen’s hard thrusts are forcing your lower body to knock into the bench in front of your hips. The pain adds to the pleasure that’s curling in your navel, your toes curling as you feel yourself drawing closer to your peak. Making sure your left hand can just about support your upper body, your right hand slithers down your stomach to play with your puffy clit. Allen had returned his hand to your hips, dragging you back onto his dick every time he thrust back into your wet hole, appearing to use you as a fuck toy to get to his release.
You lean your head back onto his shoulder, slinging your left hand over his shoulder and trusting him to hole your weight. His rhythm doesn't even falter with the additional weight which has your cunt tightening in arousal. You furiously rub your clit, you’re not sure if you’ve also inhaled some sex pollen or if this animalistic fucking has reduced you down to pure pleasure without any finesse. It barely matters, not with Allen’s tip bullying your g-spot and causing your stomach to contract and tense from the pleasure. He fucks you like he doesn’t give a shit, refusing to let you wiggle away from the pleasure and stimulation, although the praise that drips from his mouth suggests otherwise. The cord in your belly snaps and you cum, liquid gushing from where you two connect and spraying onto the wooden bench.
The force of your orgasm has you slouching onto Allen, lower body no longer working. It takes a few seconds to realise that Allen hasn’t stopped fucking into you. You shriek from the overstimulation but he doesn’t acknowledge it. Instead, his right arm dips to hook around the back of your right knee hitching it up and propping it onto the slowly forming dark patch on the table top. His chest bends you over, left hand clenching hard on the bench’s surface. More shrieks fall from your mouth as Allen begins ploughing into you, his tip bumping into your cervix. You can feel his balls slap against your clit, a painfully pleasurable sensation that has you arching onto your tiptoes once again trying to run away from what your teammate was giving to you. Unfortunately, there is nowhere to go.
Allen shoves two fingers of his left hand in between your bitten lips to silence you. He bends over you and continues jack-hammering into your hole, focusing only on his release. The feel of his penis stretching you open, hitting your deepest spot repeatedly has you quickly reaching the edge all over again. You can hear Allan huffing into your ear, the tips of his white hair wet with perspiration and dancing along the uncovered skin of your shoulder. Hearing how affected, how gone he is has your fingers carving along the table, wood scratchings catching under your nails. Your eyes roll back as you climax, brain full short circuiting. A few thrusts later and Allan cums too, hips slowing to a few deep thrusts instead to draw out his orgasm.
You lay there, panting and legs twitching as you fight to control your breathing. You relax your hands, finally ending the tight-knuckled grip you had on the edge of the workbench and stretching the strain out of your digits.
“Fucking hell, Allen. I don’t think I’ve come that hard in a while,” you admit. “Don’t think I’m gonna for a while either.” It is mostly a joke but before you can say anything else, or even turn to look at the man, Allen is grabbing your hips and snatching you backwards, driving his hard dick even further into you. The tip of his cock bullies your g-spot as Allen’s hips collide into the fat of your ass. Sweat, slick and a mixture of both your cum drips down your thighs, allowing the slapping sound of wet flesh to reverberate around the room. He begins thrusting again, each action seemingly pushing out the air in your lungs as he brings his chest to rest on your back, caging you in once more.
“Oh darling, I’m not even close to being done with you just yet."
｡˚ a/n: i need to give all y’all awards for waiting 6 months for the third chapter 😭 i am so sorry for the long wait i literally lost the motivation to write for monthsss until june hit and the gayness came out of me. i got a wake up call party people. i hope u enjoyyyy and i will be giving u more carlos content i promise
｡˚ content warning(s) :: smut, p in v
he was gone for what felt like forever.
you only realized that time was passing because of the different sounds jill would make. other than that, you sat still looking at the iv bag drip in a continuous pattern. but then you heard it. the sound of somebody running. you didn’t freak out or even bother moving. you were too tired, and you already knew who it was anyway. his footsteps were familiar.
carlos stopped running right as he opened the double doors. you were seated next to jill on a rolling chair with no back support. you turned your head to face him, eyes dropping to his belt where you spotted the vaccine dangling from it. you then looked up at him and noticed the smallest expression of anger.
“was he there?” you asked, standing up.
“oh, he was there,” carlos said, coming right up to you. “—sitting there dead.” your facial expression didn’t change. instead, you only rolled your eyes and turned around to face jill.
“were there any more?” you asked.
“none,” he said. “he left a video on the computer explaining everything, which i assume you alre—“
“yes, i already know.” you snapped, turning your head to face him. you were angered at the fact that nicholai killed your only coworker left to help you. the only other coworker besides yourself who knew how and where to make another fucking vaccine. you couldn’t do this alone, but you had to now.
you kicked the chair beside you and walked across the room to get the supplies needed. it was only a bandage, alcohol wipes, and some gloves. you didn’t want to infect her even more with whatever you had. you slipped the gloves on and went to work. carlos handed you the vaccine after you had wiped the area you were going to inject it in. you stuck the needle into her arm gently, hearing her wince at the pinching pain as you injected the vaccine into her. after that, you placed the empty cartridge on the stand beside you.
“she’ll still have a fever,” you said as you grabbed the bandage.
“for how long?” asked carlos.
you glanced up at him, then back down at jill’s arm so you could start wrapping the bandage. “don’t know,” you said. “it depends on how well she handles it.”
once you finished, you backed away from her and walked away. carlos came up next to her and eyed her face. she seemed to look somewhat better. he turned around to look back at you, seeing that you were removing the blue latex gloves from your hands and dumping them in the trash. you glanced at him to see that he was looking at you, and you felt somewhat of an easy feeling wash over you.
“we need to leave as soon as your friend arrives,” you said. “we need to create another vaccine before anything else happens.”
“where can we even find another one? umbrella has so many labs,” said carlos.
“only one of them has the materials to make the vaccine, and it’s right under this hospital.” you looked at the double doors, remembering how you visited this hospital so many times just to create and work on things that ultimately destroyed this city, and now possibly the world. you looked back at carlos.
“the horrors down there…” you muttered. “it’s a suicide mission.”
“there’s four of us, y/n. there’s no such thing as a suicide mission if we all work together,” he said.
“you don’t understand… i want that vaccine as much as you do, but there are more than just bio-weapons down there. it’s not the only thing that’s scaring me…”
“then… what is it?”
you glanced at jill who was resting peacefully, then sighed. “not in here, she needs to rest,” you turned your gaze back to him. you beckoned him to follow you out of the room. carlos opened up the door for the two of you, only to be met with tyrell running up to the door. he quickly stopped and started panting a bit, but had a relieved look on his face.
“i got here as soon as i could,” he said, still panting. “the vaccine?”
“i already gave it to jill,” you said. “she’s recovering and resting now.”
“oh, thank god,” he let out a deep sigh of relief. “and you two?”
you both stood there silently, not knowing how to answer. but you quickly cleared your throat and laughed awkwardly, “there are a few things we need to talk about privately. in the meantime, i want you to watch over jill for a bit—make sure nothing is wrong while we’re gone. but if anything happens, let us know immediately.”
“yeah, yeah of course,” said tyrell.
he entered the room which left the two of you all alone in the lobby. you walked over by the desk to get some distance away from the door so you wouldn’t disturb jill and tyrell with your voices. you played with your hands, unsure of what to say first. there was so much to go over, and your fingers kept sliding your wedding band up and down your ring finger.
“umbrella… they don’t want any of this getting out, y’know?” you asked, turning to face him. you moved your hands away from each other to stop your fidgeting. “it’s either them or some fucking spy or government group that wants it. whether it be the vaccine or the virus itself.”
you felt your heart rate kick up. “just the thought of it kills me on the inside. jesus… we’re doomed if one of those fuckers gets it.”
you started breathing heavily, almost as if you were about to go into full panic mode. you fanned yourself with your hands as you paced around the lobby worriedly. “we’re nothing compared to them. nothing, carlos!”
he walked over to you and stopped you in your tracks by placing both of his hands on your shoulders. you looked at him, still in a frenzied state. “you don’t know that,” he said. “you don’t know if there’s anybody down there anyway! you need to calm down.”
“there are rats in this company,” you said, grabbing his bulletproof vest. “one of the labs has already been infiltrated before the outbreak, and one of my coworkers is being stalked by this woman who wants the virus!”
you leaned in close to his face. “and nicholai is somewhere around the area, trying to find another way to get into this lab underneath our feet. he wants the vaccine so he can fucking sell it.”
carlos moved his hands to grab yours, moving them away from his chest so he can hold them. “listen,” he said in a commanding voice. “in a day or so, this city is going to be a goner whether we get the vaccine or not. but either way, we can still have the upper hand here if we secure the only escape route from the lab.”
you gulped down the built-up saliva in your throat, “and if we don’t?”
“we will. it’s the four of us against whoever or whatever is in our way.”
he saw you start to calm down and relax in his close embrace. you were still anxious, but you felt somewhat reassured. you were a scientist. the smartest out of the bunch here in raccoon city. fuck, you could outsmart all the bio-weapons and the undead—even the people after the virus. you were smarter than all of them combined. you looked away from him and down at the floor, cracking a smirk at yourself.
“maybe you’re right… i’ll try not to think about it in the meantime,” you gently grabbed your bitten hand. “i don’t want to stress myself out more…”
you moved away from him and walked over to one of the couches, sighing as you sat down. “i uh…”
you looked at him, locking eyes. “… i never had the chance to tell you the truth… about umbrella, about me, about all of this shit.”
carlos sat down next to you and placed his hand by yours. “if there is more to tell about your whole situation, then let’s talk about it after this whole shit show.”
“and once jill wakes up,” you added.
“yeah…”
you looked down, avoiding his gaze. “thank you.”
“for what?”
“everything.”
you looked back up at him and locked eyes. for the first time—you smiled. a gentle, soft, genuine smile appeared on your surprisingly still moisturized lips. he was almost taken aback by it, shocked at how much your smile became a rare sight to see now. it has been way too long. your smile lasted only a second longer before you looked away from his face and at his body. you reached your right hand out to grab the strap of his bulletproof vest. you played with the flashlight with your thumb, as if you were a little child with a toy.
“how heavy is it?” you asked.
“not that heavy,” he said.
you knew he was smirking, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how stupid this was. you looked at his face and raised an eyebrow. “i can see you breaking a sweat though,” you said, leaning in closer. you were just joking, of course, and it was an invitation to just be at ease and not at each other’s throats.
a lighthearted mood settled in between the two of you. “it’s not ‘cause of the vest, but because of you,” said carlos.
“… i always hated your pickup lines,” you said, smiling again.
“at least they get you to smile.”
“yeah, right.”
you suddenly tugged on the vest, bringing him down to your height while almost pressing him up against you. he placed both hands on either side of you to not fall on top of you and crush you.
you let go of the vest by slowly sliding your hand down the front of it, all the while looking up at him through your lashes. although you were tired, dirty, and smelled a bit bad due to the zombie guts and running around, he still thought you were gorgeous. carlos swallowed the built-up saliva in his mouth, only to quickly bend over the other way and start coughing into his fist. you sat there a bit shocked but with an amused expression on your face.
“am i that vile to you that you choked on your spit?” you laughed.
you placed a hand on his shoulder, only to move it down to his back to start hitting it gently to stop the coughing session. he let out a deep breath once he was finally finished, and turned his head to look at you. carlos saw the tiniest look of concern dancing in your eyes.
“you alright?” you asked.
he smiled at you as he leaned back on the couch. “as long as my vile wife is with me, i’m fine,” he flirted but joked at the same time.
you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at what he said, only to laugh a little right after. carlos felt at ease hearing you laugh, which helped boost his ego up a bit when he went to move his arm behind you and place his hand on your hip. you didn’t say anything as he pulled you closer to him. it felt weird to be close to him like this again. after months of being away without any communication, and the tension between the two of you the past few days—it was going to be weird. but you felt safe and comfortable. you looked up at him and into those dark eyes. he always cracked underneath your gaze. he couldn’t stare at you for too long before having to look somewhere else. you were the only woman to have this effect on him. to play better at his own game; his own flirtatious game. but it only helped his confidence to know that you were letting on. he was coming back into your life as your husband again.
he looked back at you quickly, fearing that if he strayed his gaze away for too long that you wouldn’t be there anymore. but there you were, smiling softly. he cracked again. you were just so beautiful.
“carlos…” you spoke his name as if it was the first time you heard it. he moved his head down to yours and you stayed. you didn’t move away. this was the perfect moment. he grabbed your cheek and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. you kissed back eagerly. your lips were still so soft and so moisturized. it felt amazing. when he pulled away, he couldn’t help but move back in for more.
he peppered kisses from your mouth to your chin, then down to your neck and the place behind your ear which always made you gasp and moan. his kisses only grew more eager and lust-driven. but you couldn’t do it here, not now! you moved your head so your lips could connect one more time before you grabbed his arm and stopped him. he rested his forehead against yours and stayed looking at your lips.
“baby—“ you said but got cut off.
“shut up.” carlos said and went back to work. he laid you on the couch and feverishly kissed you again. he moved his hands down to your shirt and rode it up, exposing your stomach and bra. you bit your lip to suppress a moan and placed your arm over your mouth to make sure it didn’t split out. carlos only moved your arm away and you gave him a serious look.
“we can’t,” you whispered. “it’s too risky.”
“i don’t care,” he said, kissing you. “i have to scratch fucking my wife in a apocalypse off my bucket list.” you cursed him as you laughed.
carlos moved you off the couch and bent you over it as he came up from behind you. you looked over your shoulder and frowned. “on the floor? really?” you asked.
he shrugged his shoulders. “you were going to fall off eventually. you know me,” you muttered a “shut up”. you couldn’t take him seriously at times, especially now. he hooked his fingers on your pants and underwear, making sure to slide both of them down at the same time. you were glad he couldn’t see your red face. you became embarrassed when you suddenly heard him laugh.
“a thong? really?” he asked. you rolled your eyes. “were you expecting this to happen?” carlos only continued. you wanted to hit him. when you didn’t give him a reaction, he only retaliated by spreading your legs a little wider and slipping a finger easily inside of your already dripping cunt. you laid your head on your hands and let out a shaky sigh. he smiled to himself. he pumped his finger in and out of you slowly. you could feel the roughness of his fingerless gloves against your thighs. it only made this feeling better.
you turned your head and pouted. “please, carlos…” you sighed. “just fuck me already.”
he pulled his finger out and ran it along the inner part of your thigh, making you shiver. “well since you asked so nicely…” he said, moving his finger away. you heard him unzipping his pants and some shuffling. you felt the tip of his cock enter you, but he didn’t move.
you rolled your eyes. “carlos if you don’t fucking—“ he shut you up by thrusting into you, and you gasped. he covered your mouth immediately and brought you up to his chest.
“we don’t want tyrell to hear you now,” he said, fucking you even harder. “it’ll be embarrassing for the both of us.” you couldn’t help it though. as he let go of your mouth, the first thing you did was moan even louder than your gasp. he felt so good you couldn’t even shut up about it.
you leaned your chest back against the couch to get into a more comfortable position, but every time carlos thrust into you, harder and harder, you kept being pushed back against him. he was going to fuck you dumb at this point. and even though he told you to shut up, he was also moaning and grunting, but in a much quieter voice. carlos suddenly stopped and slipped his dick out of you. you were going to turn and face him but he only moved you off of the couch and onto the floor.
your back was now on the floor with your legs spread just a little. carlos grabbed your pants and underwear again and moved them down to your ankles just to take them off, not bothering to do the same with your shoes. he just wanted the clothes out of his way. you brought your finger up to your lips as he brought you right to him, and slid right back in even more. you bit hard and moaned. carlos’ grip around your hips tightened as he fucked even harder and faster. his hair stuck to his face and his mouth couldn’t and wouldn’t stay shut.
“carlos—“ you moaned, reaching your hands up to his face. you cupped his cheeks and brought his head down to yours, immediately kissing him to shut the both of you up. your saliva mixed with his as your tongues clashed against each other. you moaned at how good everything felt. how good he was at making every part of your body sweat and shake. your cunt clenched around his dick and that is when he bit on your bottom lip in response.
your hand snaked around the back of his neck and you dug your nails into it in response, but it wasn’t hard enough to hurt him. carlos kissed you one more time and then pulled away from your lips. your bottom lip throbbed just like your cunt and you only felt more pleasure from it. carlos started to go faster, and your body twisted from it. fuck, fuck, fuck you were close and you know he knew too. carlos’ breathing became heavier and your moans only became louder.
he bucked his hips into yours and groaned. “you really love being loud,” he moaned. you hummed and went to grab your tits, massaging them as he continued fucking you.
“mmm—you make me feel so good, how am i supposed to keep my mouth shut?” you managed to say, only to moan right after. carlos laughed and shook his head. within the next minute, you felt yourself become more sensitive to any touch or movement carlos made. you felt yourself. you were going to cum any minute.
you put your arm over your mouth and cried. “yes—yes! right there! oh fuck!” you moaned as he kept his pace fast and steady. “yes!” you cried as you moaned. carlos needed to hold himself together. he couldn’t cum in you but at the same time, he wanted to so bad. ugh, fuck it. with a few more hip thrusts, carlos came inside of you, becoming still as a rock as he finally had his orgasm. you followed too, and you grabbed his face to kiss him again just to conceal your moans. you were loud when you came but this time you had to keep quiet (even though you already failed at that).
when you finally stopped, you leaned your head down on the floor again and started to breathe heavily. carlos slipped out of you and fell back on his butt. he needed a breather from that fuck. it was so good, so passionate, so raw. it took him out more than killing fucking zombies did. but it has been too long and you two needed to head back inside again. carlos pulled his pants back up and zipped them. he looked at you only to see you were still laying there with your legs wide open. you were too exhausted to do anything.
he moved over to you and grabbed your knees, closing your legs together and placing his head on top of them. he smirked at you and you looked away. you were too flushed and a bit embarrassed right now.
“round two?” he teased. you only moved your legs as you lay on your side, flashing him a playful look. carlos only grabbed your arms and pulled you up. you placed your head on your legs now and smiled. “thanks,” you said, looking up at him.
carlos became confused. “for what?”
“for reminding me of how much i missed your cock,” you joked, standing up now. you heard carlos laugh at both your joke and how you wobbled over to your pants and underwear. you sat down on the couch and slid them back on with your shoes still on you. you made sure the both of you look presentable enough before walking back inside the room jill and tyrell were in. he greeted the both of you with a smile and a “hey” before going back to work on his computer.
carlos took a seat next to him as you took yours next to jill. you were monitoring her, and as you started to unhook her from the iv bag that she no longer needed, tyrell leaned in close to carlos with a small smirk on his face. “she that good?” he asked. carlos looked at him and scoffed before lightly punching his shoulder.
“shut up, man…” he muttered. you stopped what you were doing and turned to look at them. tyrell was snickering to himself while carlos gave you a quick wink. you only blushed and turned back to jill. motherfucker.
—
waiting around hoping for something to happen isn’t ideal, especially since the government was going to bomb raccoon city soon. you and carlos left tyrell in charge to look after jill since she was recovering well, and the two of you headed off into the lab to start looking for another vaccine. you weren’t sure if there were any left, truthfully, but if you had to make it from scratch then so be it.
everything was going smoothly up until the two of you got ambushed by the undead. you were forced to split up, and ever since then, you’ve been wandering around the halls alone. you knew where you were going, but you feared that carlos would be lost. if only you kept the radio. you decided that you needed to stop waiting around for carlos, and instead start going after the vaccine. you needed to get it before anybody else—if there even is another person lingering down here…
you finally arrived at the storage room in front of the lab and you quickly headed towards the lift. you didn’t see anybody on your way here so you thought to yourself that you were the only one. that is until the lift reached the monitor room and there stood nicholai with his hands behind his back looking right at you. “there’s the woman of the hour,” he said, walking towards you. you quickly got off the lift and headed to him as well, glaring straight into his eyes.
“what’re you doing here?” you asked. “there’s no business for you here.”
he looked you up and down before walking past you. “last night i saw you get bit,” nicholai turned around to see your confused and shocked expression.
“how?” you snapped, coming up to him. “i was alone. carlos wasn’t even there—“
“you forget that i’m a monitor. i watch,” he said, fully turning around to meet your eyes. “and you were stupid enough to forget that i could see you wrapping that bite up in that train.”
you bit the inside of your lip harshly and it almost bled. nicholai laughed at your shaken appearance. and to add it all on top, he placed a hand on your shoulder and smirked at you. “umbrella already knows of this. your body is a natural resistor to the virus. they would be so glad to hear from you—“
he got cut off when the power suddenly went out. you could still feel his hand on your shoulder, so you slapped it away and gave him a hard punch in the face. you surprised yourself by managing to land the blow. nicholai groaned in pain as he fell to the floor. it was still dark so you could barely see him. but then you felt him grab your leg and forcibly trip you. you yelled as you fell and landed on your bitten arm. you felt blood squeeze out at the pressure which only made you hiss at the pain.
“stupid bitch,” he muttered under his breath. he got on top of you and grabbed your neck, squeezing it. you reacted quickly, and as he struggled to strangle you, your hands felt around his waist area and grabbed the knife he had in his pocket. you grabbed it and stabbed him in the leg. nicholai screamed in pain and you then scooted away from him. you backed into the wall, breathing heavily and gasping for air. fuck it burned. you still had the knife in your hands, and you gripped tightly onto it as you stood up and made your way toward him. he was visible now in the dark. you finally managed to get a grip on your surroundings.
nicholai got up from the floor right as you tried getting a swing at his neck. he grabbed your wrist harshly and under his grip slowly started to crush it. you screamed in pain and fear as he brought the knife closer to you instead. but then the lights turned on, and he suddenly pushed you away. he ran to the sliding door and you quickly followed after him. you were going to kill that son of a bitch. as you slipped through the doors, jill came up on the platform, managing to catch a glimpse of your labcoat and hair.
“y/n!” she yelled, but you didn’t hear her. the doors shut and locked behind you and it was just you and nicholai. but in a twisted turn of events, he suddenly pressed a button he had in his hand, and down came the doors. you rushed to it and banged hard on it.
“i’ll get you, you bastard!” you yelled. “you fucking hear me?!” but he didn’t answer. you knew the lab like the back of your hand, so you turned around and ran down another big white hallway. you ran into a black door and you slammed it open. all you had with you was this fucking knife and a bitten hand. you were screwed. this place was crawling with the undead. but you were here, so you had to do something. you walked into the supply room at the end of the hall to find some bandages. yours was dirty and bloody again. when you took them off, you saw how bad your hand had got. your fingers were way too skinny and your hand seemed to have shrunk a little. what the fuck?
you quickly found some bandages and wrapped up your hand again. you left the room holding it as if you had broken it. you realized after all the adrenaline that there wasn’t much feeling to it anymore. you walked up the stairs in pain and fear. the vaccine synthesis room was only down the hall. you saw no infected around, but right as you got up to the door, you suddenly heard the sound of a few behind you. you didn’t bother turning your head to look at them. you only busted into the room with fear and shut the door behind you. you walked straight towards the machine and looked around the table. there were no materials. your breathing became heavier as you looked around the room for any materials. nothing. fucking nothing.
you fell to the floor crying and you slammed your okay hand on the ground. “fuck!” you yelled. you knew there were some in badly infected areas, but you couldn’t go there like this. you were dying, you knew it. suddenly the door busted open and jill came in with her gun aimed. you looked up at her in awe as she came down to you.
“fuck, are you hurt?” she asked, bringing you to your feet. you shook your head as she brought you to the chair nearby to sit on.
“the vaccine…” you started. “the materials aren’t in here.”
“that’s alright,” she said, placing her gun back in its holster. “i’ll go get it.”
“you don’t understand—“
“y/n, i’ve gone through worse shit. just tell me where to fucking get it and what the fuck it is,” she cut you off.
you stared at her in shock for a second only to let out a small laugh at her attitude. you enjoyed how brave she was. you sat there explaining to her where and what to get. you needed an antigen and adjuvant for it to work, but they were far from each other in deeply overrun areas. but jill didn’t care though. she only thanked you and walked out the door, only to come running back in to grab a usb drive by the computer. you laughed again at her.
—
an hour later jill came back with what you needed. she only had a few scratches on her but that didn’t matter. you told jill you would meet up with her and carlos later while you worked on this vaccine now that she had gotten rid of the infected around the area. but before she left, you told jill that there was a weapon in the lab that could destroy nemesis once and for all.
“if you can’t shake it off of you, head to that room. you will finally get rid of it there,”
and then she left. you spent the next few minutes finishing the vaccine. and as you held that bright pink tube up to your face a thought came to your mind—maybe it could help you. raccoon city was going to be a goner either way. you were still alive. everything else was gone. you needed it more, right? you looked around for a needle and managed to find one. but as you held it up, you felt like you couldn’t do it. you finally got jill’s trust and carlos back in your life. you couldn’t do it.
you threw the syringe on the floor and left the room. there was a helicopter up on the roof you could hijack and prepare for the three of you to leave. you knew a shortcut—an elevator that took you straight up there. you walked into the hallways and went through a door at the end of one of them. there was an elevator that took you up to the roof. you arrived in a minute, and there was the helicopter. you ran up to it only to be caught off guard by a gunshot. nicholai came charging at you, and you took out the knife again. he knocked you down to the ground but without getting sliced across the arm for it.
“you’re strong for somebody who is infected!” he said, sitting on top of you again. this time he grabbed the knife from your hand and threw it away, breaking your wrist in the process. you screamed and tried rolling away from him, but it hurt so bad. you started to cry and push him away with your other hand, but that one was already weak and “decayed”. nicholai grabbed your throat and raised your head from the ground, banging it onto the floor below. you screamed even more, but before he could do it again, he suddenly got shoved off of you.
you kept your eyes shut in fear and pain. your head hurts so bad. your arms were on fire. you wanted to die than continue living in this painful hell. you opened up your eyes to see carlos beating the living shit out of nicholai. but they kept turning and fighting each other it all became a blur to you. your head felt like it was about to explode. and eventually, you passed out for a few seconds only to wake up again to feel somebody searching your body. you opened your eyes to expect carlos, only to come face to face with nicholai. he grabbed the vaccine from your pocket, but at that moment it wasn’t the thing concerning you. you rolled to see where carlos was, only to find his body not moving on the ground.
“carlos!” you yelled. you could see the faint moving of his chest, so you remained calm. at least he was still alive. behind you, you heard jill run-up to the three of you. she yelled incoherent words since you kept slipping in and out of consciousness. the only thing you managed to make out was a gunshot and the sound of some glass breaking. there was so much going on as you heard some more struggling and another gunshot. then everything went quiet. carlos suddenly appeared above you and he bent down to pick you up.
“everything’s going to be okay now,” he said, lifting you. he helped you inside of the helicopter and you laid your head down on jill’s lap. you couldn’t bring yourself to move much.
“the vaccine?” you managed to ask.
“gone,” said jill in an angry voice.
you didn’t reply to her. that’s what the glass was, huh? you shut your eyes and let silent tears spill down your cheeks. your hand, your legacy, your life… all gone.
—
a week passed after you returned home. the government was still forcing you to go through some regulations, but you didn’t mind since you and carlos were back in your home. he questioned your hand a few times but you told him that it was still healing after getting it caught in a fence while running through raccoon city. you didn’t have the heart still to tell him that you had gotten bit and were still living. you added to the lie saying after you went to the government hospital, they bandaged and sewed your hand back up. he believed you—of course, he believed you.
at the end of the week, in the middle of the night, you received a phone call. it was your house phone, not your phone. you knew who it was already. you got up from bed slowly and walked to the dresser by the window. it was an unknown number, but you still picked it up.
“hello?” you asked while walking out of the room. carlos was a heavy sleeper so he wouldn’t notice you gone for a few minutes. you walked out into the hall and into an empty room filled with boxes. you sat in the rocking chair by the window and looked out into the street. nobody was out there.
“you made it out, bitten and still alive,” the man on the other side of the phone exclaimed. “how?”
you leaned into the rocking chair and smiled. “don’t know, don’t care,” you said.
“has it spread?”
“a little. the blackness reached my wrist and my fingers are stiff.”
“and your other hand?”
“the wrist is broken but it should heal in a few weeks. nothing to worry about.”
“and the vaccine?”
“destroyed by nicholai.”
“good. we can fix that hand of yours too and take a sample for some experimenting.”
you shut your eyes and relaxed into the seat. the man on the other side muttered a few things and you could hear the tip-tapping of his keys. after a few seconds of silence he spoke up again. “we’re expecting you back at work soon,” he said.
“umbrella is gone. i cannot continue my work there anymore,” you said. “everything perished from that fucking bomb.”
“you won’t be working with them anymore, you’ll be working with me.”
“and what will i gain from working with you?”
“the power you never had from umbrella.”
you suddenly heard your bedroom door creaking open. you heard as carlos’ footsteps started coming towards the door. you panicked. “one second,” you said as carlos opened up the door a bit wider to the room you were in. you looked at him with a small smile on your lips. he looked exhausted.
“you’re up,” he said, leaning against the doorframe. “whose calling you so late?”
you brought the phone down to your lap and sighed. “one of the government workers,” you groaned. “they need our passports tomorrow.”
“couldn’t they have waited in the morning?” you rolled your eyes at him and laughed. he came up next to you and leaned down to kiss your forehead. you felt so bad. “i’ll be waiting in bed then.”
you nodded your head and watched as he left the room. you listened closely to the sound of his footsteps as they disappeared and you brought the phone back up to your ear. “so?” the man asked.
“alright,” you said, getting up from the chair. “next time don’t call my house phone in the middle of the night.”
he didn’t say anything and hung up the phone. you hated blonde men. you went through the phone and deleted the number from the call history just in case. you walked back into your bedroom and placed the phone on its stand. carlos had his eyes shut but you know he was still awake. you crawled back into bed and into his embrace, placing your head on his chest. he wrapped his arms around you tightly and pressed another kiss on the top of your head.
“hey, y/n,” he started, looking down at you. you hummed in response.
“why are you lying to me again?”
ch. 1 and 2
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【𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔(𝓈)】: Adam/ Aniosuke himself although he’s mentioned only briefly, talk of Kaoru getting sold off, briefly edited and, possibly bad grammar.
【𝒜/𝒩】: Another piece done!🥺😍 I changed some things up, and I hope y’all like it! Reader is gender neutral and black/mixed coded, but anyone can read honestly!
╰┈➤ Like most mer creatures the Aquatic Rescue brought, Kaoru was feisty.
╰┈➤ The team found Kaoru in the hands of Shindo Aniosuke, malnourished and frightened. Aniosuke had planned to sell Kaoru off to the highest bidder, but thankfully that was stopped just in time and Aniosuke went to jail. (Bitch ass-)
╰┈➤ Kaoru fought every chance he got when he arrived, refusing anyone to touch him. It got dangerous to the point he had to be sedated.
╰┈➤ When you got assigned to take care of him you were thrilled, always happy to take care of your patients.
╰┈➤Kaoru on the other hand… Fussy. Upsety.
╰┈➤ He’s petty asf so he didn’t speak to you much in the beginning, or just spoke in short sentences. Hell, you probably got splashed too.
╰┈➤ Kaoru also was hardheaded as fuck and would camp in the water, so sometimes there had to be a whole ordeal about getting him out to check up on him.
╰┈➤ Kaoru also REFUSED to let anyone go near his seal companion, Carla. Mf was ready to be on someone’s obituary.
╰┈➤ But luckily it doesn’t last long! It takes a lot of patience, but the end result is sweet as you gain his trust (and soon you fuckin’ soo🤪).
╰┈➤ You get to learn about him as a person, learning his likes, dislikes, his family and friends… You can tell he misses them very much and it makes you more determined to help him.
╰┈➤ You enjoy all the stories he shares, especially all the nonsense he got up to with his childhood bestie, Kojiro.
╰┈➤ Cherry enjoys your care and it made his heart swoon when you helped him deal with anxiety besides relying on Carla all the time.
╰┈➤ Now, this man is canonically clingy, so imagine how he’ll act when you’re late or busy with another person. Fussy. Fussy as hell.
The second you arrive into Kaoru’s designated area you’re greeted with the pink mermaid sitting on his sunning rock, fair and lightly scaled arms crossed over his chest, a frown over his pretty face.
“And where were you? You said you’d be here at 12!”
“Sorry, Kaoru, but I got held up by another mer that I’m also taking care of.”
At your words he frowns harder and turns a bit. “I thought you were strictly taking care of me…,” he pouts.
You snort softly, rolling your eyes as you come closer. “Sorry, Blossom, but you gotta share.”
“Hmph!”
╰┈➤ Kaoru really enjoys when you pamper him a bit. Like combing his hair, trimming his claws, or helping him pick out his old scales, he gets real soft.
╰┈➤ Once completely warmed up to you he’ll get playful with you, so expect him to pull you into the water and or get splashed at. But he won’t do it often and or if you tell him not to, he doesn’t want to ruin your hair (especially if you tell him you just got it do or it took a long time to do).
╰┈➤ Cherry eventually starts gifting you things he finds in the ocean once he’s allowed to branch out from his area. He’ll gift you pristine sand dollars, colorful shells, probably some lost jewelry, and anything else of value. This is of course when the feeling kicks/ed in.
╰┈➤ To show his love for you, he makes your a pearl necklace and the middle pearl is a beautiful black pearl. He wanted an all black pearl necklace but finding those were rare, so he’s just glad to have just one.
╰┈➤ Once he’s able to leave the rescue center, Cherry comes to your place often while also roaming the ocean again. (I imagine you have like a beach hut house(?) and like there’s a way where Kaoru can pop into the house cause there’s like a hole in the living room.)
╰┈➤ Sometimes it sucks that you two can’t do other things together (like walk around town or the beach, go to a restaurant together, etc), but you still love and cherish him and feel lucky he came into your life.
╰┈➤ I’m positive you met his family and friends, and where you sweating bullets? Up to you, lmao 🤣. But they all love you and Kojiro teased Kaoru endlessly.
╰┈➤ Oh! Y’all definitely have kissed underwater a bunch because we love soft shit🥰.
