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i’m working on that chase davenport fic that one anon asked for, and the punk geto x ballerina reader!!!!

CAN U PLEASE WRITE SMUT FOR CHASE DAVENPORT FROM LAB RATS WHERE HES A SOFT DOM AND HE JUST PRAISES YOU

WHO ARE YOU AND HOW DO YOU KNOW ABT MY OBSESSION WITH CHASE DAVENPORT⁉️⁉️⁉️

anywayyy this is an idea i’ve had for a while ty for letting it come to fruition😛

warnings - angst, smut, softdom!chase

chase was pissed off. pissed at himself for letting this happen and pissed at you for not listening to him.

because of him, you now lay on a lab table in mr. davenports basement, hooked up to a bunch of machines to make sure you were still alive. all because you wouldn’t listen, now here you are injured because of krane . you didn’t look like you and chase hated it. he sat at the computer in the lab, going over some files he and mr. davenport had encrypted, he was looking at any way he could wake you up. you were completely catatonic, only breathing on your own. chase took time every night to clean you up, scrubbing your body down with soapy water, washing your face with all the stuff you showed him, brushing your hair and moisturizing it.

he’s cried and kicked, bent over the lab table you’re resting up begging you to wake up. you never responded.

he now sat up at said computer, dozing off after spending so much time in the lab. he’s just about to fall asleep before he hears a loud gasp behind him. you’re gasping for air, pulling the tubes away from your nose, coughing and sputtering. chase turns around quickly, rushing over to you and sitting you up. he runs up and down your back as you gasp for breath, coughing as fresh air fills your lungs for the first time in weeks. you grip his shirt as you damn near cough your lungs up, finally catching your breath you turn to him.

he stares at you with wide teary eyes, his mouth open in a small ‘o’ as you look at him.

“where am i?” your voice is hoarse after not using it for so long and you clear your throat.

“u-um you’re in-” he stops to stare at you, “you’re in mr. davenports lab.”

“davenport… who’s mr. davenport?” you can hear his breath hitch, more tears well up in his eyes and you can almost see them fall.

“you- you don’t remember us?” his chest heaves as he looks at you and you can see him on the verge of panicking.

“chase,” he doesn’t respond. “chase! i’m just fucking with you, i’m sorry.” he lets out a breath and you swear you can physically see the relief wash across his face.

“don’t do that.” he looks down. “i thought you forgot us.

“i did.”

“what?”

“for a split second when i woke up. i didn’t recognize anything, i didn’t even know my own name. i remembered everything when i saw you, though.” chase sighed and then he collapsed, falling onto his knees and resting his head on your thighs.

“i’m sorry.”

“why?”

“we wouldn’t have been in this if it wasn’t for me, if i didn’t start that fight.”

“it’s fine, chase.”

“no it’s not.” he gripped your legs. “it’s my fault, i’m sorry.”

“chase,” you tugged at the hair on the nape of his neck. “it’s fine. i’m ok.” he stared into you eyes, his own filled with tears and he glanced over you. there were no scars or bruises, you did look and seem ok. he nodded his head at you and wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you into and burying his face into your neck, inhaling your scent. your own arms wrapped around his neck, letting your fingers run through his hair. he pulled back just slightly, enough to look at you and his eyes traced over your face, from the way you eyes sparkled at him to the small pout on your lips. he leaned in ever so slightly, you could feel his breath in your lips, his plush bottom lip rubbing on your own.

“can i?” you nodded at him and his lips were on yours immediately. they were rough on yours, like he was trying to swallow you whole, he parted your lips with his and slipped his tongue into your mouth. you sucked on the muscle and pulled his hair, his eyes rolled back and the smallest groan fell from his lips. “you’re so pretty.” he muttered against your lips. you tugged his shirt over his head quickly. throwing it somewhere across the room and feeling all moved his chest. your hands trailed down his torso to his pants, quickly unbuttoning them and pushing them down just enough.

“want you now, please.” he tried to take off the shirt your were dressed in but you moved his hands down your body, kicking off the shorts and underwear you were wearing. “now.” you emphasized. your lips met again, teeth and tongues clashing. he pressed the tip of his cock against your pussy. rubbing it through your wetness and soaking his cock in it.

“fuck.” he sighed. “you’re so wet, so perfect. you know that? you’re perfect.” you moaned as he pushed into you. he pushed into you slowly, letting you adjust to his size and getting used to the feeling of your walls around him again.

“i-i’m not perfect.” you spoke as he gave you a tentative thrust.

“yes, fuck, yes you are. so perfect, you’re so smart, so pretty. you’re everything.” he groaned as his head fell into your neck. “everything to me.” he whispered, w not sure if you were meant to hear it but you did, you clenched around him at the words. his thrusts sped up, the sound of clapping skin echoing around the lab.

“chase, so good, ‘s so good.” your words were slurred as your head fell back. chase picked his head up to look at you, your head was thrown back, eyes closed, and mouth parted as you let out soft mewls and moans of his name. he watched as your chest raised and fell with each of your heavy breaths, you looked so beautiful. his hand came up to wrap around your throat and pull you in for a kiss. your lips met gently, less of a kiss and more of just your lips against each others.

“you’re so pretty, so fucking pretty.” his thumb traced circles in your jaw, he held your face to make you look at him and the eye contact sent chills down your spine.

“chase!” you gripped his shoulders, “m’ gonna cum!” your voice raised a pitch and you clenched down around him. your legs shook around his waist as your orgasm washed over you. you cried out as wave after wave crashed down on your body, just watched and admired your form and before he knew it his own orgasm was catching up to him.

“oh, fuck.” he groaned, pulling out quickly and jerking his cock in his fist. rope after rope landed on your stomach and thighs, his orgasm finally subsided and his head fell into your chest. you panted together. both of you basking in your post-orgasmic haze.

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don’t ask me why this took so long to publish cause it honestly shouldn’t have.

nice job using AI for ur fics instead of at least commissioning someone who's an actual artist if that's the style u wanted. smfh it doesn't even look like him but 🙄 whatever right

i literally said it was AI and that i got it from tiktok?

you’re not gonna come on my page and talk slick and not get handled. watch your mouth and who you’re taking to. i expressed where i got said “art” from and even asked if anybody knew of it was an actual artist so i COULD credit them. dpwm.

Your hockey fix was so freaking amazing it literally left me speechless. I’ve read so many fics in my life but literally nothing compares to your hockey fic. You ate that up so bad it left me flabbergasted. Like every time I think about I’m like “damn that was really good” IM STALKING YOUR CONTENT RNNNNN!! Thank you so much you cure my depression 🫡

LMAOOOO😭😭 you’re welcome?😭

i don’t have much content to stalk sorry about that. i really don’t write on a schedule💀

damn I really liked hockey player suguru fic. you were incredible writing it, i loved every detail. i would love to read more chapters, do you plan on creating a part two or something?

maybe a lil miniverse. i think a part too would be too much

i adored the hockey player geto piece you wrote omg you are a genius. will u ever write more enemies to lovers with him?

geto is literally my bd i plan to write everything i can about him