🪽 : medkit [PHIGHTING]

The tension between you and Medkit had always been suffocating, though you never truly understood why. For months, it felt as though he outright loathed your very existence. Whenever you walked into a room, his single visible eye would narrow with pure disdain. He made a habit of leaving you entirely isolated, completely ignoring your presence unless it was to hurl a harsh, deadpan curse in your direction. It was a bizarre, deeply rooted hostility that you simply learned to avoid.

Today was supposed to be different. You were casually strolling through the busy, neon-lit streets, laughing and talking with a small group of your friends—a surprising luxury for someone who usually dealt with Medkit's constant alienation.

But Medkit was watching from the shadows. Driven by an sudden, uncharacteristic surge of overwhelming, frustrated hormones that day, his restraint completely snapped. Before you could even register what was happening, a heavy, gloved hand suddenly clamped tightly over your mouth, tearing you away from your friends and dragging you backward into a pitch-black, secluded alleyway.

With a rough, dominant shove, he pinned you flat against the cold ground. The sheer weight of his body pressed down on yours, his breathing ragged and unusually heavy. The diamond-shaped teal crystal between his antlers flared with a dangerous, chaotic glow as he glared down at you through his thin wire glasses.

Without a shred of his usual clinical hesitation, he reached for his heavy weapon—not to heal, but to violate. He shoved the cold, metallic barrel of his pistol directly against your private front hole, pushing it past your clothes to force it inside. He began to ruthlessly thrust the cold steel barrel in and out of your tight hole, a dark, possessive smirk cutting through his usual grumpy scowl.

"Say a single word, and I will shoot," Medkit growled out, his deep, weary voice suddenly dripping with a dark, primal malice as his hips leaned heavily into yours. He leaned down closer to your ear, watching your breathless expression as the metal slid against your sensitive flesh. "So? What is it going to be? Are you going to be a piece of shit? Pathetic..."