Stray x Reader Oneshots

(lime?) Doc x reader - A few too many

490 words

Requested by LighterTheSimp

I had some trouble, making this actually legal and a lime, so its not the best lime, but its something. Enjoy.

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"Where are they??? They were supposed to came back an hour ago." You huffed, staring at the clocks. Your significant other, Y/n, had gone out drinking for the night, while you worked on your newest project. But, unfortunately, they seemed to be a little bit behind schedule. You were about to go back to work, but the front door swung open, followed by the stench of alcohol.

"Doc, I'm hooome~" they sang, drunkenly.

"Oh, good lord, how many times have I told you to always come home at a decent time, y/n?? Wait, are you drunk?" You scolded them, but they merely placed a finger on your screen, making you stop talking.

"Hush, my darling, the good thing is that I'm back now. And that means, theres some fun to be had tonight~" they slurred. You blushed fiercely.

"Y/n! You come back home late, utterly drunk beyond belief and you expect me to... Do that?!? You are terrible, sometimes. You know I can't do that. Its against the law!"

"Oh, come on, Doc... I know you want it too~"

"I most certainly don't. Not when you're like this. I prefer the sober Y/n."

"Well, too bad." They said, as she climbed onto your lap and started to take off your coat. In response, you stood up and shook them off.

"Y/n, you're acting like a child. Come on, you need sleep."

"I don't need sleeeeeep. I neeed youuuuuu..." They said, laying on the floor, faced down.

"Nope. Not while you're like this, you don't."

"I doooooo. I just want... You... To..." They cut themself off by falling asleep. How they fell asleep on concrete floor was beyond your understanding, but you simply just picked y/n up and hauled them up the stairs to their bedroom. There, you laid them down on the bed, making sure not to wake them again and shut the door.

"What was that??" You heard a voice from the stairway. It was Seamus. Oh, good lord, save me.

"Y/n's just drunk. They're asleep now, don't worry."

"I'm not worried about me, I'm worried about you! Did they do anything to you?"

"No. Luckily, I stayed stubborn until they fell asleep. They'll probably have a hangover tomorrow, so try not to mention it, please."

"You bet, papa. Well, goodnight." He said, slipping back into his room.

"Ah well, off to the couch then, since Y/n is in our bed." You slinked over to the sofa. It looked uncomfortable, but you felt more comfortable on it than on a wooden desk chair. You sat down, thinking of Y/n. Poor thing. You loved them dearly and it hurt you to say no to them, but when they started acting like that... You knew it was against the law, as anyone intoxicated couldn't give any consent, so you mainly act the way they did, when they're sober. Oh well, maybe tomorrow...