#just need to get it out and move on with making appointments and pushing fluids

[torchickentacos]

[thebatcave45]

I Missed You 

No warnings. Small Bruce Wayne drabble. No descriptions of reader. Fluff. WC 816

**gif not mine**

You work closely with Bruce Wyane at his Wayne Enterprises office. He’s been gone for close to a month now instead of the two weeks he said he’d be. You had found excuses to text each other about work but it wasn’t enough. You didn’t feel it was your place to question if he was still actually on the work trip or not but you were getting antsy. Regardless, you missed him. Badly. You had started to notice the tiredness of his face and occasional bruise peeking out of his collar just before he left and it was worrying you. What was he up to at night?

 The morning he reappeared you were at an appointment but his secretary had texted you of his return. Almost slamming into multiple people, you had to practically yell at yourself to slow down and walk towards Wayne Tower at a normal pace. 

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His back was turned to you as he greeted a man in a crisp gray suit into his office. Dang, you thought. Just the site of him however made you instantly calm down. Walking to your own office, you sat in your comfy desk chair and tried to keep busy by shuffling papers. Finally you leaned back and closed your eyes for several minutes until you heard a familiar ding on your computer and a little box popped up in the lower right corner. 

Come to my office when you have a moment.

 Please. 

-Bruce 

The please was because you had jokingly scolded him one day about needing to be polite, even on the company messenger system. He always added it now as an inside joke. You highly doubted he remembered to say it to anyone else, even as an afterthought. 

 You gathered a folder and some random papers you needed his approval on and made your way to his office. Leaning over his secretaries’ desk as you had done multiple times a day for the past few years now, you pushed the button that would buzz in his office letting him know someone wanted in. The familiar click of the electronic door unlocking signaled to you could head in without him even questioning who it was. Grateful to see his head was down as you walked towards him, it was ridiculous your face felt so flushed. 

“I’m guessing you have a pile of very boring crap waiting for me to sign.” He finally looks up from his desk and his smile starts to fade. 

In one fluid motion he stands and scoots his chair back. As he stood, you were still making your way towards his desk. As you started to slow down, reaching it, he was already around it and meeting you face to face.

"Actually, it’s very important crap that..” but by then he was already kissing you. Not hard and forceful, but almost with a sense of need. You slightly backed up, breaking it. 

“I’m so sorry” he quickly spilled out. Looking almost horrified with himself. 

“No, I just, uh, wait, what?” you started to giggle as you often did when you were nervous. He looked at you with sadness and worry that he had just misread the tension between you two for months now and acted in a completely unprofessional way, 

You watched it all flash before his eyes before quickly saying, “No no! Please don’t, I mean…Could you do that again?” Before he could think about it, he stepped forward and this time put his hand gently on either side of your face as he brought you in as he kissed you again. This time there was no doubt that it was needy. 

As you stood there for what could have been several minutes, you dropped the papers you were holding all over the floor. His arms moved to your waist and back as yours went to his neck and hair. He must have turned you from where you were because you could feel the front desk edge bump into your thighs. Almost sitting on it you heard a beep, shattering the moment. 

Without saying a word to each other, you bend down to the floor and start collecting the papers as he reaches over his desk to push the call button to his secretary's desk. “Give me just a minute. We are still discussing some business” he cooly says without sounding as flushed as he looks. “Very good Mr Wayne” you hear back. 

You are setting the papers down on Bruce’s desk as he makes his way to sit again. You don't make eye contact but he clears his throat. You turn to walk away and as you almost reach the door you quietly hear him. 

“I missed you” he says with almost a pleading tone. 

You turn your head back to look at him, softly smiling. “I missed you too” and walk out of his office.

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[justjasminne]

frank castle x therapist!reader please babygirl 🖤

Frank castle x therapist!reader

Warnings: smut, mdni, cream pie. Not proofread.

It's been about 2 months that you've been seeing one of your clients. He's lost his wife and kid and you've been helping him move on and find peace.

He was due for an appointment any minute before you heard a car pull into your office drive way. You opened the door and he had a seat on the couch. You sat on a chair infront of him with nothing but a coffee table with some books and decorations in between you.

"How have things been, Frank?" You asked clicking your pen ready to write. "All good, just work, sleep, repeat." He said. Sitting back. "Have you met anyone that's made an impact on your life since the first time I've seen you?" You ask standing up and walking over to your desk. "Yeah, you." He said, his eyes following your every move. "Yeah? I'm glad" you smiled. "Here's a journal for you, Frank," you said pulling a small book out of your drawer. "I need you to write your feelings in th-" you got cut off. When you turned around you saw Frank standing infront of you. His dark brown eyes drowning in yours.

You knew what you both wanted. You leaned in and cupped his face in your palms, his arms wrapping around you waist as his lips brushed against yours. He cleared your desk of all papers, just enough room for you to sit on. He parted your legs as he started to unzip your jeans. You eagerly pulled them down. His fingers started working at your thirsty clit. You moaned at the sudden pleasure before thinking. What the fuck are you doing? You pushed Frank away and pulled your pants back up. You wanted him so bad but you knew this wasn't right. "C'mon baby, let me make you feel good, okay?" Frank said as he stepped closer to you. "This is morally wrong, Frank." You said, avoiding eye contact. When you looked up at him, you were reminded of who you were rejecting. His broad shoulders, large biceps and almost everything else about him turned you on. "Ugh make it quick" you said taking your clothes off again. He pulled his jeans off before signaling you to wrap your legs around his waist. You felt his cock rub against your entrance, making you even more wet. You suddenly felt him deep inside you, pounding hardly as he hit all the right places. He let out a groan, you could tell he was close. You moaned with every thrust, bringing him closer to his climax, and you closer to yours. He left a few marks on your neck, which you only saw when you opened your eyes and saw your reflection in his eyes. "So gorgeous, so needy, so wet all for me, huh?" He whispered. You nodded your head. He let out a huge groan as you felt his waist get weak. "Cum, cum for me baby" he whimpered into you neck and you felt his warm fluids fill you up. You screamed his name as you finished causing him to let out a satisfied chuckle.

He let you onto ground, carefully helping you get dressed before he did. You cleared you throat. "So uhm... that concludes this session... i-uh I need you to write you feelings in this everyday for a month.." you tried to sound professional but you were lost in your thoughts.

"Yes ma'am"

♥️not proofread♥️

@versatilehater

[flnpushy]

Classic repost 2

all birth stories

My Old Story: A hard birth and rebirth It had been a long 9 months for Kate carrying her baby, but the big day had arrived. It was time to birth. The morning started out normal with Kate getting up early along with her boyfriend John. She had planned on a midwife attended homebirth, so with the first contractions came a call to the midwife. She was inbound but awhile away. Kate was 18 and this was her first baby. Kate was a small petite girl with brunette hair and blue eyes. Her frame was small and her belly stuck out like a basketball. She was a cute pregnant girl. John had impregnated her 9 months earlier after they had purchased a home together. This was the next big step for them as a couple. After many appointments the baby was confirmed a healthy girl, but the baby was bigger then expected. At last estimate over 10 pounds was to be likely. For Kate this wasn’t good news as this was her first baby. She was small, but her baby wasn’t. As the morning drew on Kate’s contractions grew stronger. As she prepared a small lunch the midwife Amy had arrived. “Feeling pushy yet?” asked Amy. “Yeah I feel things are changing in there quite fast, it feels like the baby has dropped.” Replied Kate. “Good, lets do an examination.” Amy requested. Kate crawled into bed and pulled down her panties. Amy put on a glove and lubed it. “Ok, open wide.” Amy asked Kate drew her legs open revealing her vagina. It looked soft and supple. Her labia was smooth and clean. She was in her prime. Amy reached in. “Bit of pressure as I check the cervix.” Amy said. “Ouch, yes I can feel it.” Kate said. “You are progressing fast, I feel that you will be through transition soon.” Amy said. Kate continued to work through the pain. She layed in bed and had John by her side through out the short labor. Finally after two hours of labor it was time to start pushing. Before starting kate went to the bathroom. She sat upon the toilet and let out a small pee. Upon standing up a large gush of fluids rushed from her vagina. “Water broke!” Kate said. “Good deal!” Amy said. “We are making progress now.” Kate returned to bed and crawled in. John felt around her body and played with her nipples to increase contractions. The contractions intensified rapidly, but she hadn’t felt the need to push quite yet. After another 30 minutes kate checked the cervix once again. “Your ready hun, Your at 10 centimeters.” Amy said. “Drawback your legs and push like you are having a poop.” Kate drew back her legs and john helped support them. Kate held her breath and let out a push. She grunted with a moan. “Good Job mama, good push.” Amy said. “And again.” Amy replied. Kate drew back and pushed her little body tensed up as she bore down. As she pushed her body quivered and shook. “Not to hard now kate, Save your energy, you will need all of it to get the baby out.” Amy said. Kate let out her breath. She then awaited the next contraction. Amy reached in Kates vagina and checked the progress. Just up inside past the pubic bone was a hard surface. This was the head. “Ok Kate lets feel your baby inside you.” “Put your fingers in and push back.” Amy said. Kate put her fingers in and felt around, She was able to find the head. “Wow there she is!” Kate said. “So close but yet so far.” “Can I feel my child?” John asked. Kate gave him permission, he put a finger in and felt around. “Yep here she is.” John said. “Amazing.”

The next contraction came. Kate drew back her legs and pushed. Her vagina quivered as she bore down. “Good, and again.” Amy said Kate pushed again and felt the baby move within her.

“Shes definitely moving.” Kate said aloud. The next contraction came and Kate bore down. Amy could see that kate could use a position change. “Lets go to hands and knees to make room for that baby noggan.” Amy said. Kate pulled herself up and got to all fours. She then resumed pushing with the next contraction. The baby inched ever nearer to the opening of her vagina. With a few more pushes Amy noticed something happening. “Ok hun, on this push I’m going to pull your labia back to see where the baby is.” Amy said. As Kate grunted, Amy pulled back Kates labia to reveal a tiny patch of brown hair. “I see a baby noggan in there.” Amy said. As kate ended the push the head slipped back up a ways. As Kate pushed again the head came into view once more. With the end of the push the baby went back into her tummy. The game of in and out was beginning. “Its going to be a forward and back process.” Amy said. “She has to stretch your tissues to get free.” Kate continued to push a few more times without any sign of the baby. Finally she moved back to lying on her back to change the position. She began pushing once more. Amy pulled back on the labia again as Kate pushed. John watched his baby girls head appear in the opening, then slowly disappear back into Kates tummy. “How long will she go back and forth?” John asked. “Could be 10 minutes, Could be 3 hours.” Amy said. “All depends on size and how well she stretches out.” “This being a first born and a big baby it could take some serious time to get her out.” Amy Said. “I feel bad.” John said. “I put her in in 5 minutes and now she has to struggle for hours to push her out.” “Thats the way it goes.” Amy said. Kate pushed again. This time without assisting the labia the head was visible. But as the push ended the head went back into Kate. Amy positioned a mirror so that Kate could see the progress that she was making. Kate pushed hard revealing the babies head in her tiny slit. As she ended the push, the head went back in. Kate rubbed her tiny tummy. “Come out baby, Pop out of my tummy.” Kate said. “Its ok kate, push and stretch.” Amy said. “Why wont she just slide out.” Kate said. “Your a small girl hun, Its going to take time to get that big head out of your tummy!” Amy said. “I just want her out.” Kate said. “You have to push her out.” Amy said. “Thats the way it is.” Kate grunted and pushed hard revealing the head once more. The push kept the baby down but as she stopped the head went back in. She tried again. Kate bore down and the head appeared in the opening. She grunted and struggled a bit, only for the head to go withdraw into her tummy once more. “Can you pull her out?” Kate asked. “No you have to push her out, Its impossible to pull a baby out, Its too slippery.” Amy said. “Have you named the baby yet?” Amy asked. “Well we know its a girl so we decided on Rachel.” Kate said. “Good rachel, Slide out of mommies tummy.” Amy said. Kate pushed again. This time a bit more head came into view. But as the push ended the head stayed in view. However with a quick leg movement from Kate the head went back in. “Back in again.” John said. “Shes just not ready to come out yet.” Amy said. “It takes time.”

“Maybe its time to stretch your legs and walk a bit, it’ll help things along. “ Amy said. “Can I even walk with a head in my vagina?” Kate asked. “Yes you can, it will feel weird, but it will help position the head better.” Amy said. Kate stood up as she watched her vagina close. The baby went well back into her tummy, the only place it knew. Kates warm womb was where the baby wanted to be. Kate was ready for a baby, but her body had other plans. Her tight vagina ensured the baby wasn’t going to escape anytime fast.

After a quick walk around the house kate returned to bed. She began to relax and work with her contractions. She then began pushing again. Kate pulled back her legs and dug her toes into the mattress. Her vagina looked like it was moving, but the first push brought forth no head. She pushed again. Little movement. The next push however brought forth some hair into the vaginal opening. With the end of the push however the hair disappeared. The contraction was over. Kate relaxed. She reached a hand down and put a finger in her vagina. She could feel the babies head just inside a little ways. Her finger moved up and down the head. Feeling its every form. She could feel her baby, it was so close to the world but yet so stuck in her tummy. The skin around the head was tight and firm, clenching and holding the baby firmly in her. She withdrew her hand as another contraction started. She bore down as hard as she could manage. The head came into the slit of her opening, it stayed as she pushed, the head shook and quivered as she struggled to push it free. The push ended and the head slid back in. It was close but yet still within her. She tried again, this time the baby came down farther, and the head stayed in the opening as the push ended. Kate quickly pushed again as to attempt to hold the baby down there. It worked temporarily, but as the contraction ended and the head very slowly retracted back out of sight and back in.

“Poor baby girl don’t wanna come out of there!” Amy said. “She likes your warm little tummy.” The next push came and went. The head remained in her belly. “Ok hun lets try holding those pushes a bit longer. “ Amy said. “I’ll help you push.” Amy put her finger in kates vagina.

“Ok big push kate, big push.” Kate bore down and held her push. The head slowly reared itself from the vagina. “Good girl, good, push that tiny tummy.” Kate bore down again and the head made some progress. “Ok, good, good. Get that little noggan out!” Another push brought the head out a tad farther. The contraction ended and the head slid back. Slowly and gracefully the head retracted into kates vagina and back into her tiny cute little tummy. “Get out now baby!” Kate said. “This is so frustrating.” “Its ok, calm down kate, this is what babies do.” Amy said. “Its just so stupid.” Kate said. “Ive been struggling for hours.” “It will happen hun some babies are harder to get out then others.” Amy said. “Now bear down and push those tummy muscles.” Kate bore down as hard as she could, she grunted and groaned to free her baby. As she pushed her little belly button protruded from her. It was a cute sight as she worked so hard. The next push showed some progress. The head was coming more into view now with each contraction. As the head came farther it was becoming aparent just how big this little noggan was. Kate was birthing a huge baby girl, and she was in no hurry to come out. The rest in between contractions had the baby sitting just in the slit opening of kates vagina. As the next contraction began the head remained stationary in the vagina. As much as kate struggled and pushed, the baby made no progress. Kate was getting frustrated. “I think I need a moment.” Kate said. “A moment?” Amy asked. “Yeah can I just have a moment alone.” Kate replied. “Of course.” Amy said.

John and Amy departed the room and went to the kitchen. Meanwhile Kate Layed back and contemplated her situation. She had a large baby stuck in her vagina and even the hardest of pushes weren’t making much progress. She Relaxed and regained her strengh. Fifteen minutes later she groaned loudly, this prompted Amy to return. John remained away to give Kate some space. Amy checked on Kates progress. Kate opened her legs to expose and empty vaginal opening. The baby had retracted back into her. The hard work had slipped away. Amy reached in to check on the baby. She inserted a finger to check the head. She had to insert quite a ways before she found the head. Way in Kates tummy was Rachels head.

“Looks like the baby went back home on us.” Amy said. “Its time for some coached pushing to get this baby out.” Kate drew up her legs and Amy began the coaching. “Ok hun, Hard push and hold.”

Kate pushed and held as best she could. The push ended. “Good, Go again.” Amy said. Kate pushed harder this time. The baby was making rapid movement forward. “Good job mommy, Press again.” Amy said. Kate pushed harder yet. This time her vagina began to bulge. The head was coming in fast. Kates contraction ended. Amy pulled back the labia skin to see the baby as it retracted back in. “Your baby loves your tummy.” Amy said. “I think she would rather stay in.” “No she has to come out.” Kate said. “Ok lets get that noggan out.” Amy said. Kate drew back and pushed. The head now came into view. She pushed again and the head distended farther out. “Good momma, good push, Get that tummy pushin.” Amy said. Kate pushed again. The head was now really making progress. “Oh, Oh, Oh my god the sting!” Kate yelled out. “”Ring of fire hun, its happening, Work through it.” Amy said. Kate pushed again and the head progressed. Kates vagina was now protruding quite a way from her body, but the head was still within the labia. The contraction ended, the babies head moved back a bit but not to far. As the next contraction came the head moved out slightly, but remained pressed in the labia. The next push made little progress. The finally push of the contraction brought forth some blood. This was good as the tissues were stretching to allow the head to slip free. As the contraction ended the baby receded back in a bit. Kate relaxed her muscles and the head reacted. The head started to go back in toward the tummy. Kate pushed in protest, but without a contraction it was little to stop the baby. The vagina tensed up as the baby slipped back into her. “That little bum is still In your tummy!” Amy said. “Its ok kate. She is stretching you.” “This is torturous.” Kate said. Kate felt a contraction and pushed. the head quickly returned and within two pushes was back to where it was. The head came farther out on the third push, and remained stationary. The contraction ended and the head recessed back a bit. “We need a position change.” Amy said. Kate got up to all fours position. The head was just inside and visible. She began pushing again and again. The head protruded and retracted for several more contractions. Finally the crown had fully begun. The tips of the babies ears were starting to come into view as the contraction ended. Kate switched back to lying down just as the baby shifted back into the vagina. She pushed again and more ear came into view. Another push started to bring the forehead. As the contraction ended the head recessed back a bit slowly. The forehead slipped back, the ears faded away. Kate tried to stop it retracting by reaching down and holding onto the head, but her muscles were to strong. The head came out of the crown and went back farther. Her vagina tensed again and the head retracted farther yet. “NO, NO, NO GET OUT OF MY TUMMY NOW!” Kate yelled.

The head slipped back in farther and out of view. Back into Kate. “Ive been doing this for many years and never seen a baby retract that far.” Amy said. “I think we have a shoulder issue or a hand in the way.” Amy tucked a finger in under the babies head and pulled. A tiny little hand was there. She tugged at the hand and pushed it back under the head in a new position. Kate pushed and the baby made rapid progress. In three pushes the baby was starting to crown again. The next contraction brought her farther and farther. Soon she was back to the ear tips. Then the forehead came free. One more big push brought some eyes and an nose. “Shes on her way now!” Amy said. Kate pushed again and the babies head finally came free. “Yes!” kate said. “My baby.” John reentered the room to see his daughters head hanging out of Kates vagina. He rejoined Kate by her side. Kate gathered strength and pushed hard. The head quivered a bit but didnt move. Another push came and went with no movement. Finally the head rotated and the shoulders engaged. Kate tried bearing down but not much movement happened. The baby began making small noises as Kate pushed. Kate pushed again. No movement. The baby lets out some small cries. All of a-sudden the babies shoulders disengaged and the head retracts tight to Kates vagina. The shoulders are indefinitely stuck. Another contraction comes and the head is pressed tighter against her. The force is so strong the head actually starts to retract back in the vagina. “Oh my god, whats happening? Kate asks. “I have never seen this before, the shoulders were stuck but it seems your body is reacting to it.” Amy said.” “The baby is going back in!” “BACK IN!?!” Kate yells out. “You mean I have to birth the head twice?” “Its ok, its ok, It will all work out in the end.” Amy reassured. “Your baby likes that cute little tummy of yours a bit to much.” “I WANT HER OUT!” Kate wails. “It will happen, just let it happen.” Amy says. The baby slowly retracted again as a contraction hit. The baby cried a bit as it slowly got sucked back in. Kate winced and groaned as the babies head slowly recedes back into her tummy. The baby let out another series of tiny cries. “Poor little thing, cant get out of mommies tummy.” Amy says. The head was almost back to crown, as the mouth starts to go in the baby lets out one last cry before being silenced by skin. The nose and ears slowly disapear back into the vagina. The head then slips back in farther and eventually all the way back in. The crown disapears. The baby is back in kates tummy. The baby kicks around inside her as if to get free once more. Kates vagina looks as if a baby had never departed it. A few minutes later a contraction hits and the process starts over. Kate begins pushing back to crown. The head comes forth, then recedes with the push. Kate goes again and again until finally the tiny head starts to make an appearance. However this time something has changed. Instead of a hairy head a forehead and lips appear in the vagina. The baby is coming face first! As Kate pushed the face moves ever closer to the opening. The next push brings the face to crown. The baby lets out a tiny cry as kate pushes. Next the babies eyes begin to open for the first time. “Shes peeking!” Amy says. “Keep pushing mommy.” The babies eyes blink as the contraction ends. The baby slowly recedes back again. The baby takes one last look at the light before the vagina covers it once more. The babies nose is the only thing sticking from the vagina. The nose suddenly makes a noise. “The baby is trying to breathe!” Amy yells. “Legs back now, push as hard as possible, She needs out!” Kate drew back and pushed, the head surges forward and in a painful rush comes free. The baby begins to cry loudly and needs to get free. “Hard, hard, hard!” Amy yells. Kate gave it her all and the baby finally slips the shoulders free and comes out into the world.

Kate was elated at her accomplishment, and happy to finally be a mom.

[effectivelyweird]

The NHS is hell (gynaecology edition)

Six weeks ago I had a pelvic prolapse of some sort. This caused varying levels of pain and discomfort. I havent been able to walk anywhere, or stand for more than a few minutes before experiencing pain. At the end of the worst days I have to push my insides back in.

I obviously went straight to my GP who was unable to examine me because it hurt too much to even get a finger in. At that point I basically didnt have a vagina, it was collapsed and squished, of course it was going to be tough to get a feel. GP referred me to gynaecology to get an ultrasound.

SIX WEEKS LATER I finally have an appointment. I get in (partner in tow for support) and am immediately asked:

Doctor: "Why are you here?"

Like??? Didnt you read the referral? MEe: "I've had a prolapse" Doctor: "How many children?" Me: "None" Doctor: Pauses and looks confused

Now, whilst it is far more common for people who've given birth to have a prolapse, it absolutely is not the only thing to cause one. I fall into basically every other risk category, it is NOT a surprise that this has happened.

Then I was asked to give my entire medical history and all the meds Im currently taking.

Like?????? WHY dont you already have that information???? I've waited six weeks in on and off agony, unable to leave the flat, holding out for this appointment, and now I have to spend the first half of it giving you information you should already have.

We move on to a physical examination. I explain that despite taking a pill to stop my periods, surprise! Im having a period. I have brought stuff to get me sorted and cleaned up (I use a cup, cant really be examined with that in) and explain Im happy to go get sorted so we can do this.

Doctor makes a rude comment like "If you'll let us examine you" like I didnt just make it clear I was happy to be examined. So now Im wondering wtf did that referral say? My GP hadnt been able to examine me because of intense pain when she tried, not because I didnt let her.

So I get myself sorted and lying on the examination bed. Im already very uncomfortable with being poked about down there for multiple reasons but I always suck it up because they're medical professionals and are here to help. For extra context, I have a skin disorder down there which means I tear very easily, things have narrowed or disappeared entirely, basically you have to handle me with care. I havent had sex in nearly six years due to discomfort both in and out.

Doc comes over, lubes up and dives straight in. If I hadnt just pulled my cup out of me, this in itself would have caused great pain. She then moves around wildly to get a good feel, hitting a tender spot and making me yelp.

"Oh, did that hurt?" she says, clearly surprised.

"Uh, yeah??" I say incredulously. Of course it fucking hurt. I have something out of place in that area and you just tried to scramble my eggs.

Doc abandons her examination and goes back to her computer. I am not given anything to wipe myself down with so Im left with a mass of lube and fluids for my pants to just deal with I guess.

I was then told I was being passed on to the womens hospital who will "make sure youre doing your kegel exercises properly" "I havent been given any kegel exercises though?"

Doctor looks surprised and slides a hand written note over to me. It has a website name for me to look up and learn from there.

Then it was over.

Without telling me ANY information about what was happening with my body. So did I have a prolapse? Did I not? Did she feel everything was fine? Did she feel something wrong?

I DONT KNOW

Im exactly as clueless as I was before I went in there, and now a little traumatised from the experience.

I waited six weeks, unable to live my life in that time, only to spend £20 I dont have to go to an appointment I didnt need. I was referred to get an ultrasound from gynaecology and instead I got an aggressive examination and then palmed off to the next clinic without a care in the world. I clearly stated when I went in that I am autistic and have ADHD but even if I wasnt I think I would have still been shook from her (lack of) bedside manners. I still dont know whats happening to my body. I still dont know what I should be doing, or not doing, to help this issue.

All I know is that I didnt get what I was referred for and now I cant pay my bills.

And I still have to stuff my insides back in on a bad day.

[queenshelby]

Oppenheimer (Part 12)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Covid

Words: 2,970

Please interact and comment to keep it going. I always love to know what you think.

After you got off the phone with the doctor and gave him a list of your deemed close contacts which, unfortunately, included Cillian, Cillian asked you what was wrong and, just as he did, you moved away from him.

“I’ve tested positive to the fucking virus” you said, wanting to scoot out of bed but Cillian didn’t seem bothered at all.

“Okay. Do you feel sick?” he responded before moving closer towards you again. From overhearing your conversation with the studio’s appointed doctor, he already assumed that the phone call was COVID related so, when you told him that you had tested positive, he wasn’t really surprised.

“No, but you need to stay away from me Cillian. I don’t want to get you sick” you told him just as he attempted to kiss your neck.

“I’ve got all my shots babe. Despite, it’s a bit late for social distancing, don’t you think?” Cillian teased before, you found yourself beneath him once again.

“Cillian, stop! I am serious…” you said, trying to push him away as his hand gripped your thigh, and his thumb rubbed the skin near your dripping wet pussy.

You couldn’t believe that he wanted more after you had just spent hours having sex with each during which he notably came twice. You also couldn’t believe that he didn’t care much about the fact that your COVID test had come back positive and was willing to risk getting infected himself.

“Y/N, we have exchanged our bodily fluids for the past two hours straight as well as last night and the night before so I think that I have already been sufficiently exposed” Cillian chuckled before he practically glared down at you while his thumb teasingly rubbed your clit.

You knew that he had a point and let out a silent gasp as your mouth gaped open, your hands turning into fists.

“But the movie production…” you began to say as you exhaled shakily, his thumb rubbing harsher now and not so teasingly.

“Well, I am fairly sure that I will be required to isolate regardless of whether I am sick or not so there isn’t much you can do about that now. Although, you may want to figure out how you are going to explain to John, our friendly Covid Marshall on set, that I am a close contact of yours after the studio’s doctor calls him tonight” Cillian chuckled and, of course, you knew that this would be a concern.

Cillian was your intimate partner and therefore would be captured by the studio’s close contact rules. But, of course, you didn’t want anyone to know that and, in particular, not the director of the movie who happened to be your father.

“So, what are you going to tell John tomorrow? Are you going to tell him about all the things I did to you tonight?” Cillian teased as his hand that had been rubbing at your wet sex moved upwards, tentatively squeezing your breast.

“Cillian!” you said harshly before breaking out in laughter. You couldn’t believe that he wasn’t taking this seriously and kept on going.

“You could tell him about how we had sex for hours and now both of us need to isolate together. This way, we can have even more sex” he went on to say while he played with your breasts, causing goosebumps to spread across your skin.

“You are unbelievable!” you told him before letting out an involuntary moan.

“I just can’t get enough of you Y/N, that’s why. You drive me crazy” Cillian then told you as he looked at your breasts like a man who had been hungry all his life.

“I could just make love to you all night long, every day, for the rest of my life. That is how much I want you” he went on to say, eliciting both, a moan and a smile from you.

“Oh, I would like that Cillian” you confirmed as his mouth latched onto your nipple, and you lowly moaned as your hand went to grip his shoulder tightly. His tongue rubbed roughly against your nipple's bud, and he suckled so tightly and intensely.

“I love you and never want you to stop fucking me” you continued breathlessly while Cillian nibbled on your nipple harshly, and you whimpered as your other hand dug into his hair.

“I won’t baby, even through Covid, I won’t stop fucking you” Cillian continued and you realised that, in the absence of any symptoms and for the fact that you already had sex that night, any problems relating the impending isolation could probably wait to the morning.

‘You know what?’ you gasped as Cillian’s hand massaged your clit.

‘What?’ he hummed against your skin.

‘I really want you to fuck me hard, like you want to claim me’ you told Cillian, catching him by surprise.

‘Oh yeah?’ he hummed again, and his hand suddenly went to grasp your throat, making you meet his eyes. You swallowed, and he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours roughly.

‘Yeah’ you moaned, kissing him back immediately.

You felt the tension hit its climax as you made out passionately. His hands went to your waist, grasping it roughly and moving you forward and making it so you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Now, Cillian’s hard and bare cock rubbed against your clit, and you whimpered loudly into his mouth. He pulled away, panting, and covered your mouth as he rubbed against your throbbing wet pussy again.

“You're too loud” he told you as you could hear footsteps in the hallway of the apartment building. Your eyelids fluttered shut, and you moaned into his hand as he did it again. He was such a tease and you needed more.

You looked up at him, begging and whimpering as he rubbed against you without even penetrating you.

"What's wrong, babe? Do you need more?" he teased.

You nodded, rubbing up against him with desperation. All you could think about was him putting his cock inside of you for the third time that night.

“Alright then” Cillian chuckled before he suddenly separated your thighs and pushed his cock against your wet sex.

“So wet still” Cillian observed before he pushed forward and you gasped as the head of his cock started to stretch you out again. You looked him in the eye as your face contorted, your mouth agape and your fingernails digging into his skin intensely.

“And so fucking tight” he groaned as he slowly pushed his cock in to the hilt while you writhed and gasped against him.

You grasped his chin, and made him look at you while you hooked your ankles around his waist. He thrusted into you immediately and you let out a yelp as he did.

“Still too loud” he then told you, knowing that his apartment had thin walls.

Again, he covered your mouth with one hand and you moaned loudly into it as he withdrew himself, and then plunged back in roughly.

He did it again, and again and you let out whimpers as Cillian truly started to fuck you hard.

You could feel every ridge and curve on his cock as it thrusted in and out of your wet and tight pussy. He panted, one of his hand gripped onto your shoulder and his face dug into the crevice of your neck. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you closed your eyes shut, his hips clapping against your skin at your pelvis as he fucked you roughly.

"You're so warm, and so tight" Cillian groaned into your skin and you nodded against his hand, humping upward just in time with his thrusting. He cursed under his breath, and his nails dug into your thigh so painfully good as he moved his hand. His mouth moved to your shoulder, kissing and nibbling on the skin. The sensations from everything started to overwhelm you.

You whimpered, writhing against his cock as your orgasm came to the brink. You tried to hold it in, to hold onto this perfect moment longer, but you just couldn't hold it back. You practically screamed into his hand as you came, his cock still pistoning in and out of you as your juices flowed around him. Cillian sharply gasped, taking his hand away, looking at you with his face construed in pleasure and ecstasy.

“You are so tight around me Y/N, fuck” he groaned as he kept on thrusting.

"Oh, don't stop, Cillian. Please don't stop." you moaned, "Cum inside me again. I want all of your cum in my tight little pussy” you told him.

“Fuck Y/N, I will cum in you so much that it leaks down your legs” Cillian groaned in response as he was drawing closer and closer towards his release.

His thrusts became harsher and his breathing in your ear became louder as he started to reach his own climax. You whined, your pussy sensitive as he continued to chase his orgasm. You felt like you were on cloud nine as another wave of immense pleasure washed over you while Cillian fucked you with everything he had. Thrust after thrust, he didn't stop, and you loved it.

You held him close as you felt it- the first spurt of his cum warmed your abdomen, and he held still against your body as he orgasmed inside of you once more. Cillian’s hands gripped your skin as he moved to kiss you deeply. You kissed him back greedily, holding him close to you.

Cillian pulled away with a sigh, and you rested your forehead against his, as you both caught your breath. You swallowed, your thumb rubbing against his cheek as you gently held his face.

“Exhausting and so incredible” you gasped and Cillian huffed after a minute, his eyes never leaving you.

“Well babe, I am not quite done with you yet” Cillian then told you and you became somewhat concerned. He couldn’t possibly go again, or could he?

“Seriously? How can you possibly…” you began to say before Cillian cut you off.

“I always wanted to do this Y/N” he then suddenly told you before he pulled away from you and pushed your legs apart widely.

You gasped and, within a split second, Cillian leaned down and his head disappeared in between your thighs once again.

“Cillian, you just came inside of me” you exhaled, his face right in front of your pussy, and you knew he could see everything. The redness from your well used mound, your wetness and his seed which was leaking from you.

“I know” he smirked before getting to work, intending to give you your sixth and final orgasm for the night.

“Cill…oh my god” you immediately covered your mouth as he shoved his nose against your sex, breathing in your scent. He moved his arm and spread your legs further, his fingers tentatively moving over your sex, collecting some of his cum and then bringing it to your mouth before returning to what he had intended to do.

You licked his cum which had combined with your juices from your bottom lip and watched his fascinated expression aimed at your wet and clean-shaven sex. He gave one long lick up your slit and you gasped, throwing your head back. He did it again and again. He eagerly ate your pussy, kissing and suckling and lapping at your juices with a hunger you'd never seen a man have before, unbothered by the fact that you were filled with his seed.

“We taste so fucking good together” Cillian groaned and you humped forward, moaning into your hand as you enjoyed the sensation of Cillian eating you out. You pulled on his hair, riding his face with joy and desperation. You could taste release- you could feel like you were coming close.

His nails dug into the skin of your thighs, and you tensed, your sharp gasp loud as your orgasm overcame you. You bit down your lip, holding in your moans as you came onto Cillian’s face. You leaned back with a sigh, panting as you tried to regain your breath.

Cillian pulled away, letting out a groan as he licked his lips. His chin was covered in your combined juices, and he wiped it with the back of his hand.

“I can’t believe you just did that” you gasped, thinking that this must have been the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced.

“Why?” Cillian chuckled and you bit your lip before responding.

“Most young guys wouldn’t have…never mind…” you said and Cillian couldn’t help himself but laugh.

“Now you are making me feel old. Last night you commented on my grey hair and now this’ Cillian said playfully and you immediately grasped his face with both of your hands.

“For the record, I adore your grey hair and I don’t think I could ever go back to a man my age after having been with you. Everything about you is incredible Cillian” you told him and he leaned in again, kissing you softly. Softer than ever before. You kissed him back happily, loving the soft touch accompanied with his loving kiss.

Unfortunately for you, however, your kiss was interrupted when your phone rang and, when you saw that it was your mother, you quickly picked up while Cillian rolled to the side and watched you.

“John tells me you tested positive” she said as soon as you picked up the phone.

“So much for patient confidentiality” you told her before she bombarded you with questions, one of which was where you were now.

“I called Ben and got a unit in the apartment building near the studio. So, that’s where I am now. It’s saver this way. After all, I don’t want to be a risk to any of you” you explained.

“That’s seems smart and we will all get tested tomorrow anyway, just in case. What unit are you in so that I can drop some clothes off for you?” you mother asked but, since you didn’t actually organise anything yet, you were unsure.

“I will text you the unit number tomorrow morning. I am already in bed and totally forgot” you lied.

“Hmm, alright then” your mother said before pausing you, making the conversation somewhat awkward.

“Your father is freaking out you know” she went on to say.

“Why? I am not feeling sick” you pointed out.

“Well, apparently, John believes that Cillian needs to isolate also, putting the entire production on hold for a week. According to the test facility which processes the studio’s tests, he is deemed to be a close contact of you. Do you know why that may be?” your mother asked and, by this point, you could hear your father shout at someone in the background.

“Well, I’ve spent some time at his apartment and stayed there that night the storm raged through L.A. That’s probably why” you told her, lying again.

“But, you complied with the studio’s distancing rules and always wore a mask, didn’t you? Because that is what your father is arguing about right now with John” she told you.

“Uhm…” you stammered and, of course, you didn’t as, notably, one of the rules was that all of the crew and cast had to keep their distance from each other and avoid physical contact unless it was an inherent requirement of their position. Yet, Cillian and you had plenty of physical contact.

“You didn’t?” your mother then asked quietly as you had become rather silent.

“I didn’t. We may have shared some food and a drink with Cillian. It must have just slipped our minds. We’ve just been working so much on these scenes, you know!” you stammered again, lying through your teeth.

“Okay. I will let your father know that he, indeed, has to shut down production then. Because you and Cillian shared some food and a drink” you mother said with a hint of sarcasm before having a quick chuckle.

***

The following morning, your sister dropped off a key in front of Cillian’s apartment door at around 7 o’clock. This was the key to the unit you had organised with the caretaker of the studio block after you had gotten of the phone with your mother.

Of course, your sister knew about you and Cillian by now and, as usual, had your back and kept your secret. But this didn’t mean that your mother and father had to know. They certainly wouldn’t be as supportive as her.

Quickly, you raced up to the eights’ floor in the same building where Cillian was staying and there you waited until your mother knocked on the door and left a bag with clothes and a bag with food outside in the hallway for you.

After you waited a minute or two, you opened the door and took the bags inside, unpacking them quickly in the hope that your mother had packed your phone charger too. Your battery was nearly flat and you needed to make a few calls rather urgently.

Just as you unpacked the bag containing your clothes however, you found something else. It wasn’t your phone charger though but, instead, it was something you didn’t expect.

It was a packet of your contraception patches for which your mother had filled the repeat prescription earlier that morning and, on top of the packet, there was a sticky note which said: “I got these for you just in case as I wasn’t sure if you needed them. I found the empty box and script with your toiletries. Love you. Ma”

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Daddy's Girl - Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky

Warnings: Ectopic Pregnancies are a very large part of this fic, please be cautious if you decide to read this. Also, this is just angst and sadness, so uh I’m sorry.

Words: 2,155 Summary: Whoever said third times a charm was a liar and Ice wanted to punch them in the face. (Kazansky!Reader)

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“I hate this.” She moaned, eyes scrunched shut as tears left them. Her chest heaving and knees aching from the sudden collision with the bathroom tile. He grimaces, rubbing her back for another moment before offering her a hand up. “I know, baby.” He finally responds as she takes a swig of mouthwash.

Leaning against the doorframe he watches her through the mirror, waiting for her to be done.

“This is the third time.” “I know, and I’ve got an appointment in two days. Probably some bug that I picked up.” She waves off his concern. She had one that was slightly similar to this a year or two ago. It had taken her a week to recover and a bag of fluids but she had been alright. “You’re late. You should’ve gotten your period two weeks ago. I think you’re pregnant.” Hesitation laces every word, but he can’t help the excitement he feels at the idea of her being pregnant. Of him being a dad, of them being parents. He knew it was soon, they had barely been doing whatever this was for three months. But he liked Y/N, could see them being great parents together.

He doesn’t expect the way the words make her freeze before suddenly she’s pushing past him.

He calls her name, following after her as she walks through the house. When she doesn’t say anything, he calls it again, and this time he gets a response as she picks up her car keys. “I need to go.” Is all she says, before leaving out the front door. It leaves him frozen. Staring after her. And by the time he can move again, her car is long gone and he can see her phone and bag still resting on the kitchen counter.

She doesn’t really know where she’s going until she gets there. Until she’s parked in a familiar driveway and knocking on a familiar door. When the door opens she rushes into familiar arms and breaks in them.

The arms hold her tight, taking her weight as if she’s nothing. Hold not loosening even as the door is shut and they move to the living room where she’s placed on the couch before being joined and held again.

It’s quiet with only the sound of a clock ticking and her sobs. She doesn’t know how long she sits there, a hand rubbing soothing circles up and down her back before she finally speaks.

“I might be pregnant.” Her voice cracks after the first word and the grip on her tightens and even though she’s far too big and old for it, she’s pulled into her father’s lap. “What happened, sweetheart?” “I’ve been throwing up the past few days and I missed my period.” She presses her face deeper into his shoulder, taking a breath before continuing. “I didn’t even notice.” “Have you taken a test?” She shakes her head, “I just came here.” He nods, pressing a kiss to her head. “There’s still one in the bathroom.”

As she leaves to go to the bathroom, Ice can’t help but think about the first time he had learned his daughter, his only child, was pregnant.

Answering the phone, he can’t even be bothered to take his eyes off the paperwork in front of him. “Is this Tom Kazansky?” A hesitant female voice asks, catching his attention. “This is he.” “I’m calling about your daughter, Y/N, Mr. Kazansky. She was admitted a few hours ago here at Paradise Valley Hospital.” “What happened?” He demands, standing up, already halfway through the door. “I can’t tell you over the phone but once you arrive at the hospital, we can discuss what happened.” “I’ll be there shortly.” And without saying anything further he hangs up on the nurse.

Arriving at the hospital, he already knows that he’s going to get mailed a ticket for running a red, maybe two, but his anxiety is at an all-time high. This wasn’t the hospital closest to the base that was technically a navy hospital where he could easily throw around his weight. This was a pure civilian hospital. His status as an admiral wouldn’t get him anywhere unless some former military was on the staff.

It takes far too much time for the receptionist to tell him what floor his daughter is on and when he gets to that floor and asks the nurse at the desk where his daughter is and what happened, the sad smile makes his stomach clench.

“Let’s go somewhere more private, Mr. Kazansky.” She says, rounding the desk to start ushering him to a small private waiting room that’s empty. “I’m the nurse assigned to your daughter, I can tell you what happened, or we can wait for the doctor to tell you.” He shakes his head at the offer. He didn’t want to hear the news from a doctor. Not when he had a nurse that was more than competent in front of him. “What happened to my daughter?” His voice is rough and there’s tears threatening to fall from his eyes. “Your daughter arrived here over an hour ago. She fainted while at a store and was transported here by an ambulance. When we ran tests we found out that she was experiencing an ectopic pregnancy and the doctor on call, Dr. Wilson rushed her to surgery and she came out of surgery just a few minutes ago and is recovering. He nods, but his mind is stuck on the words ectopic pregnancy, he had heard of it before, but what exactly was it? Voicing the question, he’s thankful when the nurse doesn’t blink at him not knowing. “An ectopic pregnancy is when the egg doesn’t plant itself in the uterus but outside. When someone experiences an ectopic pregnancy, sadly the fetus is unable to survive. Surgery isn’t always needed, but in the case of your daughter it was. But the surgery went perfectly and she should wake up soon. I can take you to her if you’d like?” “Please.” He whispers.

Entering his daughter’s room, he rushes to her side. Sitting on the edge of the chair and taking her hand in his. Tears start falling as he looks at his little girl in a hospital bed. She had never had a surgery in her life until this, and it killed him that he wasn’t there before she went in. Hadn’t been there to hold her hand, kiss her forehead, and tell her everything would be okay.

He’s broken out of the painful memory of his daughter coming back into the room and sitting next to him. “It’s positive.” She whispers, and his eyes close at the words. He wants to curse, but he doesn’t. Instead just holding out his arm for her to lean into him. “Are you going to be okay?” “I don’t know. I don’t know if I can do this again for the third time, dad. I don’t think I can handle it.” Tom doesn’t mention that it could be okay, not after the last time.

Her first time she had been somewhat fortunate enough to know that she wasn’t pregnant. It had hurt her when she woke up from surgery and found out what happened, but the second time. He felt like she just got back on her feet from what happened. Had just gotten back to somewhat normal.

“What do you want to do?” He asks. He was willing to ignore it for a while if she wanted or he’d drive her straight to the base and demanded that the doctor give her an ultrasound if she wanted to find out now. “There’s a women's clinic by the base that I’ve passed a few times. I think I should go there and get checked out. I can’t put it off.” “Okay.” His voice is soft. “Will you come with me? I don’t want to go by myself.” “Of course.”

As they leave the house, he texts his secretary telling her that he might be unavailable for the next week and if that happens to pull any favors needed. She sends a single okay and he knows that she’ll somehow manage to get him over a week off with no favors being pulled if it came down to it.

Alex had been the best hire the Navy had ever made as far as he was concerned. And he knew that for the rest of the day he wouldn’t receive a single text or call regarding anything, excluding Maverick. If somehow Maverick managed to get into trouble today, he’d be pulling the man away and making him stay grounded for the rest of the month. Maverick had gone too long without taking any of his vacation days and he was due for more than a few Kazansky dinners.

When they get to the clinic, he ignores the looks from other patients in the waiting room, who are looking at his daughter clinging to his arm as they walk to the front desk.

“How can I help you?” “I, I need an ultrasound. I took a pregnancy test and it was positive.” She leans down a little not wanting the whole room to hear her next words. "I’ve been pregnant two times before and they were both ectopic.” She nods, clicking away at the computer. “Alright. I’ve got a few forms you’ll need to fill out, but no one is waiting for an ultrasound right now, so as soon as you're done filling them out, you’ll be called back.” “Thank you.” “Of course.” She smiles, handing over the mentioned forms.

Sitting down in the uncomfortable chairs, Tom hands her a pen as she begins to fill out the forms. Only taking them from her when it gets to billing and she starts to reach for her purse but doesn’t find it. He quickly fills in his details for payment after checking the no insurance box. He had more than enough money to pay for an ultrasound and anything else that would be needed.

“You didn’t need to do that.” She says when he returns the forms. “You don’t need to worry about it sweetheart.”

As they’re called back to the ultrasound room, his arm is grabbed before he can begin to sit back down and he wordlessly goes with his daughter.

Sitting beside her, he keeps his eyes on the ceiling as Y/N quickly explains when her last period was and her previous history as she pulls her shirt up and pants down.

“Sorry dad.” She mumbles, laying back down on the bed, paper crinkling. He keeps his eyes up, but reaches for her hand, holding it. “It’s alright, sweetheart.”

The room is quiet other than the sounds of the ultrasound machine and soft words from the technician. A few minutes pass before the wand is being placed back in its holder. “I’m going to go show the doctor the images and she’ll tell you what she found.” “Okay.” She nods, cleaning up her stomach before sitting up straight, letting her shirt fall to cover her stomach as the technician leaves.

When the doctor comes in twenty minutes later, Tom doesn’t say anything when the grip on his hand tightens painfully before she falls into him and cries. He only nods at what the doctor says, confirming that he understands.

He doesn’t say anything the whole way home, not even when they get back to his house and he makes her lie down on the couch, covering her with a throw. Just pressing a kiss to her forehead, before heading to the kitchen.

He leans against the counter, face tilted down as his own tears start to fall. He wants to curse and scream at the world, because what kind of fucked up shit was this? How was this far in any way shape or form?

Pulling out his phone he sends a text to his secretary, just a basic I need a week. She sends a single okay back before another quickly follows. Telling him that an admiral is sending Maverick to a new program that hasn’t been fully approved and doesn’t need a pilot that’s worth as much as he is. He doesn’t hesitate to send a text back saying to pull him. Knowing that Alex will know that he means he wants Mav back in fightertown with him, grounded for a month. The next text is just the word understood and he tucks his phone back away, taking in a shaky breath.

He had a daughter that needed his full support and a pilot that was going to try and fit him on being grounded. He could only hope that Mav would just have to look at him to not fight him on his decision. He didn’t know if he had the strength to say out loud what happened today.

He didn’t know if he’d ever have the strength.

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Welcome Baby Hobbit

Summary: Your pregnancy doesn't progress as planned and Sy is getting worried.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Pregnant Female Reader

Word Count: Approx 2.5k

Warnings: Medical Procedures, Birth, Body Fluids, Smut, masturbation (male), discussions of death. ANGST (I hope I have covered everything)

Author's Note: I dont think this is a story for everyone. Be aware and be responsible for your reading decisions.

So this is a bit of a personal story. Much of this is heavily inspired by what I went through when I had my first child. It wasn't always a pleasant experience, but for me, it was worth it. I wasn't going to write it, but it ended up being therapeutic in a way.

Thanks to @jessiecavill for our chat and encouraging me to write this. Also to @blakerogue for reading through it, you're the sweetest!

This is a sort of part 2 to an ask, but I think you could read it without the back story.

I didn't really edit this either. Kind of too hard to do, so there will be errors. Sorry!

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Welcome Baby Hobbit

Over the next few weeks your pregnancy progressed from uncomfortable to unbearable. You continued to get bigger and it became increasingly hard to move. Sy was getting growing more worried each day, he hadn’t been around a lot of pregnant women, but he knew it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

You did everything you could to assure him you were fine. You took him with you to your doctor’s appointments and they reiterated that your blood pressure was fine, sugar levels were normal and although you had slightly elevated protein readings in your urine, they were within the acceptable range. They also told you to make sure you eat well, cut down on sugars and fats. Sy grew angry, telling the doctors that it’s not the food that’s making you big, something else was going on.

Work was getting increasingly difficult as you were on your feet a lot. You came home exhausted each night, your legs and feet in agony, none of your shoes fit properly and you had to buy a pair of shoes three sizes bigger just to fit your feet. When you got home from work, Sy would make you lay on the lounge with your feet elevated and would cook your dinner. He was getting frantic, frustrated and angry with you.

“I’m telling you, Darlin’, this ain’t right.”

“I’m fine, Sy. Not all women have dream pregnancies,” you tell him. Deep down you were worried too. But you wouldn’t admit it. You had to think positively, or you would crumble under the weight of your stress. You were fine, baby Hobbit was fine. Everything was going to be ok.

You stopped having sex. At first you didn’t care, you didn’t feel like it anyway, but after a few days you realised Sy hadn’t touched you in a sexual way in nearly a week. You immediately thought he must think you were ugly and gross, so you shied away from him too. Then one night you woke up to him furiously jerking off on the bed next to you. You stayed still, not wanting to alert him you were awake, but then you felt his hand on your hip, his fingers sliding across your skin. You heard him mutter a curse as he touched you, and you realised with relief that he still wanted you.

“Sy,” you say into the night.

Sy curses again and freezes. “You need anything, Sugar?” He asks with a hoarse voice, tinged with embarrassment. You let out a short laugh before trying to cover it. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” Sy says. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

You didn’t feel like laughing anymore. “You’d rather do it yourself than fuck me now,” you say bitterly. “Good to know.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Sy says, quietly.

You gasp, “Well, you just succeeded.” You push his hand off, and pull the blankets up high, nearly covering your head. You didn’t want to look at him, or have him look at you.

“Now, wait a minute woman, that’s not what I meant,” Sy said angrily. He pulls your blanket off, and makes you look at him. “I want you, I really fucking want you.” His hand cups your swollen and tender breasts over your night shirt, his thumb makes circles over your nipples and you shy away from him, it hurts even when he is gentle. “But you’re in too much pain.”

“I could do what you’re doing,” you tell him.

“Nah, you don’t have to. I spend enough time away to know how to take care of myself.” It’s too dark to see his face clearly, but you can hear the smile in his voice. You feel his breath on your neck as he kisses you there. Almost shyly he says, “But, can I touch you while I do it.”

“Kiss me too,” you say. With a small moan he does, his lips firm while his tongue seeks yours. He tries to be gentle, but he can’t, and honestly you don’t mind. You needed to know he still wanted you.

By the time you were 34 weeks, Sy put his foot down and called your boss telling her you weren’t coming in anymore. You were angry with him and you had the biggest fight you had ever had in your relationship. You accused him of being controlling, not trusting you to make the right decisions. He said if you were going to continue to put yourself and the baby in danger then damn straight he was going to take control. For the first time since you were together, Sy slept on the lounge. You cried most of the night, but that was nothing new, you hardly slept anymore anyway.

In the very early hours of the morning you heard him creep into the bedroom and felt the bed dip as he got in. You turned your head to look at him and you saw the vague outline of his darkened face. He reached out and found you, trying to get as close to you as best he could with the pillow fort you made every night to keep your back raised to stop your reflux. You guided his head to your chest and he wrapped his arm around you and Hobbit. Neither of you apologised for what you had said, you didn’t need to. You both knew the other was sorry and you both knew how difficult the situation was for the other.

In the morning you woke with a headache. You stayed in bed feeling unwell in the stomach and your head pounded. Sy didn’t say anything, probably because he didn’t want a repeat of last night’s fight, but he paced around, hardly leaving your side.

Your headache got worse and when you saw flashing lights in your vision, you knew you were in trouble. You ask Sy to call the hospital and you gingerly get up to take a shower. Sy sits on the toilet seat and watches you shower while he talks on the phone. You try not to look at him, his face is so pale and he looks so concerned he’s making you feel worse. He asks you questions and he relays them to the midwife. By the time he is finished on the phone you are turning off the water.

“Well?” You ask as Sy gets the towel to help you dry off.

In a voice you rarely hear, his detached singular Captain’s voice he says, “They want us to go in straight away.”

Your chin starts trembling and tears aren’t far behind. You didn’t want to cry, your head hurts bad enough as it was, but you couldn’t stop. Sy pulls you into a hug, stroking your hair. “It’s alright, Sugar. You’re going to be ok.” You almost tell him that you weren’t worried about yourself, that you were worried about Hobbit. You kept your mouth shut, you weren’t quite ready for that conversation yet.

You dressed while Sy put your toothbrush and chargers in your hospital bag. He helped you put your shoes on too. Sy took your car, his truck was nearly impossible for you to get into and you wordlessly drove to the hospital. In the waiting area, Sy held your hand and you were comforted by his new found calmness. It wasn’t a cold calmness, he was present and still warm, zen was the only word you could think of to describe his mood. You were thankful for his smile when you glanced at him, and the way he put his hand under your chin and guided you to his lips for a kiss before he put his arm around your shoulder.

No more than five minutes passed before your name was called to the next room where you were put onto a hospital bed and then things moved quickly. Your blood pressure was taken, you were hooked up to a fetal monitor, its quiet noises a strange reassurance. You were visited first by a midwife and then by a doctor who all seemed to ask you the same questions and then you were swiftly moved by orderlies to a birthing suite where you were hooked up to machines again and briefly left alone.

Sy held your hand and if it wasn’t for the tightness of his eyes and the falseness of his smile, you would have said he was the picture of serenity. You knew better, and his new hints of concern made the gravity of the situation clearer to you. But instead of falling apart, you realise that now was the time you had to pull together every thread of strength you had to get through this and the thought works. You feel yourself pushing the doubts away and focusing on staying as cool as possible, conserving your energy and focusing on your goal, getting your Little Hobbit out safe.

Soon a small army of people arrive in the room, doctors and midwives come and introduce themselves and start to look at charts and readings. You don’t know why they bothered telling you their names, details like that went in one ear and out the other. But one thing that didn’t escape your notice was the nurse with the catheter. Introducing herself she said that it was concerning that you hadn’t been to the toilet for twelve hours so you would need a catheter to monitor your urine output and also to do some tests.

Agreeing, you go through a process you would have found humiliating at any other time of your life, but today, you didn’t care that you were basically flashing five strangers your vagina. The catheter was uncomfortable but urine flowed almost immediately and both you and Sy gasped when you saw it trickle down the tube and into the bag. It was so dark and full of blood it looked like cola. You knew that wasn’t good, and you fully realised in that moment that you could die. No, you were dying. If they couldn’t stop your blood

pressure from rising you would have a stroke and probably die. If they didn’t stop your kidneys shutting down, you would die.

Again, there was a great flurry of activity and the doctors started to lay out your options. You and Sy listened as they told you that you had preeclampsia, a condition which can turn unto eclampsia which is fatal; the only way to stop its progression was to have the baby, and even then there will be weeks of monitoring you to make sure your blood pressure becomes healthy again. Your jaw dropped as you realised your Little Hobbit was killing you.

In a sure sign that you probably weren’t in your right mind, when the doctors finish talking you look at Sy and say with a big smile, “Stupid, fat hobbit. It ruins it.” Sy presses his lips together, trying not to laugh. He looks away as he snorts and tries to regain composure. You give him a minute and ask the doctor, “If I have him now, will he be ok? I know premature babies can have a lot of health problems.”

The doctor explained that essentially the baby was fully grown and viable, but their lungs will require stimulation to begin breathing properly if born between six and four weeks early. They will need to be in the NICU for about a week, for monitoring. That sobered you and Sy up.

“Is there any chance, I can try and ride it out a few days?” you ask. “You know, to get him closer to four weeks?”

“Sugar, it’s over a week ‘til you’re 36 weeks,” Sy says gently, not wanting to upset you. “You won’t make it. We don’t have a choice.”

Testily you say, “Thank you, Doctor Syverson.” You look to the doctors and midwives. They’re stony faces are uniformly blank, one of the midwife’s kind of shrugs, indicating Sy was right.

You take a deep breath, nod and say, “Okay then, let’s do it.”

More activity goes on as you get questioned again about allergies, when you last ate and drank, if you have had anaesthetic before. You don’t realise Sy was gone until you see him walk past you and sit in the chair next to your bed.

“Where did you go?” You ask.

“Bathroom,” he said flatly. You give him your ‘I know you’re lying to me,’ look and he sighs. “I had to sign some paperwork. About bein’ next of kin and makin’ medical decisions on your behalf and for Little Hobbit.”

You take a minute to process that. Sy can see your mind whirling and he wraps his arms around you, “Don’t worry, it’s pretty standard because you’ll be under anaesthetic you can’t make decisions ok. Nothin’ to worry about Darlin’.” You relax into Sy’s arms a moment you let your fingers trace the curve of his biceps and the dip of his triceps. You hear him sigh as you caress him, and he nuzzles into your neck, his scratchy beard a familiar comfort. “I love you,” he breaths into you, leaving a chaste kiss under your ear.

“I love you too,” you reply, breathing in his comforting scent, a pleasant repose from the chemically smell of disinfectant the.

“Mrs Syverson, the theatre is ready,” you hear someone say.

You regretfully end your embrace, but not before Sy lifts your chin and kisses you. “Smile Sugar, we’re about to meet our little boy.”

You do smile, as you hold your belly and say, “Yeah, we are. He’s trouble already, so we know he takes after you.”

Sy barks out a short laugh, “That’s my girl. You’re gonna do great.”

You’re rushed down the corridors with Sy following beside you, his fingers laced between yours. When you get to the theatre, Sy is taken away while you are given the spinal block and then wheeled into to the operating room and lifted onto the table.

The anaesthesiologist who calls himself Dave, talks you through what is happening, but you’re distracted as you see Sy walk in, covered in far too small disposable scrubs. You giggle at him and he says with a smile, “Don’t say a word.”

“I won’t,” you start to say but then you feel a strange tugging sensation.

“They’re starting,” Dave tells you both.

Sy, being Sy and tall, peeks around the curtain they have raised and you watch as his face turns white. “I probably shouldn’t have done that,” he says.

“Ah, no, probably not,” Dave says. “But a lot of Dads can’t help themselves.”

You make a groan sound as you feel pressure, but no pain as one of the surgeons presses on your belly. “It won’t be long now,” Dave says and it isn’t.

You hear a sound you will never forget as long as you live, a sound that rips your heart out. The surprisingly strong but cry from your boy and you feel as though the whole world stopped, you don’t breathe, you don’t hear anything and all you see is Sy’s beaming face as your little boy is placed on your chest.

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[noritoshiikamo]

lunch date

part 2 of this childhood friend drabble (ok fr frshould i name this childhood friend series or public sex series bcs hmm you'll see) pairing: gojo satoru + fem!reader genre: smut bcs i think with my hand down my pants when i see gojo tags//warning: established relationship public sex, gojo thinking with dick part 2, mention of breeding kink tagging: @unabashednightmarepizza @sukirichi @sassyeahhhh [lemme know if wanna be tagged in the next part] note: the obligatory trio of mine: unedited, lowercase intended, the obligatory trio of mine: not well edited, lowercase intended, english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it.

“toru- ah, that hurts!”

his grip to her thighs tightened, “shhh, they can hear you.”

when gojo satoru suggested that they have lunch together, she happily accepted. she didn't suspected anything odd of his behavior. he was so kind to offer to bring her something over and she has been so stressed with her works, she just accepted it with no questions. it was the first text she’d replied after ignoring his many messages and calls.

it has been two weeks since the staircase incident and she started to suspect that he knew that she was actively trying to avoid him for almost a week. she knows gojo satoru like the back of her own hand, she knows he will not forget his promises, and he will hold against her until he gets it. their newly blossomed relationship was doing okay until he popped the question out so casually as she cooked. she couldn’t forget the look on his face.

“so, when are we going to have a baby?” his question that freaked her out lingered in her mind.

a baby

what was she thinking? she smacked her head on the table. “you could’ve asked for a house, or his black card, or something else. but a baby?” her voice strained.

“yes?” the hair on her back stood at the familiar deep voice.

she looked up so fast, her head spun to see her door opened wide. sara, her colleague stood with a slight frown on her face and on her side, gojo satoru. he wore teasing smile, traded his blindfold for his glasses and he looked different. he wore a white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up with a pair of black pants and boots. his outfit looked simple and minimalistic, but don’t be fooled. she knew his shirt costs about the same as her monthly rent.

i can’t believe i picked a baby over his black card, her mind cried at the thoughts.

“i’ve tried stopping him,” sara explained, a glare on her face. he interjected. “i don’t need appointment to see my girlfriend,” gojo stepped inside, holding the door. “girlfriend?” sara questioned. she couldn’t help but to feel satisfied at the reaction her assistant’s face held.

“she gave you, her number?” she asked, one night where he came over. the bed sheet wrapped around her bare body as her eyes raked up and down satoru’s own bare body as he leaned against the headboard. his eyes shut close with his arms flexed behind his head. a small satisfactory smile on his face as he said, “right after telling me that you like me.”

“that bitch,” she hissed, gritting her teeth.

“y/n chan,” his eyes opened, a teasing smirk grew on his face. he leaned forward, the blanket pooled around his waist as he cupped her face in his hand, “didn’t see you as a jealous kind.”

it wasn’t that fact that she was jealous that sara is actively into gojo. she was fuming at her assistant for divulging her personal matter to him. that part first, and then maybe she was a little jealous. but then, sara was the reason she finally gets the guy she’s been waiting for; so at the end she still wins. sara will remain a bitch for a reason.

“it’s okay, we are having lunch together. you can leave,” she dismissed her, rubbing her strained eyes. gojo happily slammed the door shut.

“so, wanna tell me why you’re avoiding me?”

she sighed, her fingers ghosting over the keyboard, his presence has disturbed her mind, “i’m not. i-i’m busy.”

he sat on her chair, crossing his legs as he rested his lanky body against the chair. “you can’t even look at me. what is it?” he asked. her finger stopped above the enter key. she wanted to press it, but she can’t. something is holding her back. she knew what he’s doing. she sighed in defeat and turned to face the elephant in the room. her brows frowned when she realised; “where’s the food?” she asked staring at the empty table.

“huh?”

“lunch? you told me we are having lunch?” she frowned. this idiot did not just suggest that they’ll have lunch together, show up at her office without the promised food. gojo looked at her sheepishly, a small smile on his face.

“oh, that. yeah, i just want an excuse to see you,” his small smile turned sinister as he lolled his head to the side, “you could be my lunch.”

her face pressed against the glass window overlooking the city. her floor wasn’t that high, they could see the streets bellow and the office in front of them. she repeatedly told him that they can’t do this. “they can see us,” she panicked, despite being delirious from his kisses as she let him unbutton her shirt. but a few kisses later, her skirt hiked up, panties in his pocket and his dick hitting her cervix roughly, she was convinced.

“you think you can come for me six times?” he heaved, lips against her bare shoulder, accentuating his words with his every thrust, “six for the amount of days you've ignored me. another five to go, buttercup. should be easy.”

his hand trailed down her chest, her belly until he found her neglected clit. a gentle tap of her bundle of nerves had her throwing her hair back. she was about to come undone; he could feel it from the way she was desperately clamping down on his length and her whining. tears streaming down her face as she bit down on her lips to hold herself from screaming, she could taste blood. her body shuddered, her sweaty skin leaving marks on the glass and the way he just mewled against her ears, praising her made her legs buckled.

he was quick to catch her, hands gripping her waist.

they moved to the desk, pushing all her files and pens aside as he laid her down. he showered her with kisses, slowly trailing them down to her cunt. he eyed her glistening slit, mouth watered. grabbing her legs, he held it open, she whined at the feeling of his warm breath ghosting over her. “satoru, i can’t,” she moaned at the first lick, her hand pressed on his head trying to get away, but he held her tight. “n-no more, ah fuck, fuck!” she could feel his eyes on her, watching her every reaction as his tongue worked their ways. the feeling on his teeth grazing her clit, the tip of her tongue teasing around her entrance, before slipping in.

she tasted so good; it was more pleasurable for him than her. she looked pretty squirming to get away as he held her tighter, tongue darting in and out. overstimulation was hitting her full force and she was high in pleasure. her brain couldn’t comprehend; between the feeling of his breath against her slit, his tongue fucking her, his calloused palms against her waist and the sound he was making. she didn’t give two fucks if the office heard them fucking.

“close, fuck, toru i want-” her words cut off by her own moan.

his tongue switched, sucking on her swollen clit as his finger took over the fucking. it didn’t take long for her to gush out. her head was pounding, his words went in one ear and out the another. he stood up, drools and her fluid covered his chin and onto his bare chest. he helped her sat, she was beyond exhausted. the feeling of his fingers brushing her hair back brought back to the office, she looked up to him with her eyes half drooped. a soft chuckle escaped his lips as he pressed it on hers. “you okay?” he whispered, planting kisses after kisses. “i miss you so much,” he cooed.

“miss you,” was all she could mustered out.

“did i scare you? with the baby talk?” he asked, pulling her in his arms. truth be told, seducing her into fucking in front of the glass window wasn’t the actual reason gojo was here. but her words were just so inviting, he doesn’t mind a little detour. she tasted delicious. she mumbled something against his chest, but he was sure it was a maybe.

“i thought you wanted it.”

she pouted, finally the first sentence her brain could scrambled, “maybe i change my mind.”

“that’s why you ran away from me? you’re scared?” he tilted her head up, his heart warmed at the little pout she had on, “oh buttercup, i won’t lie. the thoughts of you all round and milky with my child is turning me on-” not a lie, because she could feel his cock pressing against her slit, “but it’s okay. one day i’ll change your mind but for now, i’m fine with a little practise now.” she groaned against his lips as she felt his tip slipped in, stretching her once again.

this one was quicker, she was already sobbing mess, clutching desperately on his chest as he chased his high.

the deeper he pushed into her, the faster he had to circle her clit. he’s not a selfish lover, he wants her to feel as good as him too, despite being borderline torturous as she was clearly an overstimulated mess. “you’re so good to me,” he hummed, “you take me in so well. i love the way your tight cunt suck me in.” she really was, with mouth apart panting his name, eyelids drooped, and fingers dug into his flesh with legs apart.

she’s his good little girl.

she nodded, soft mewls could be heard through her pants. the wet kisses he was peppering her skin soon turned into a desperate attempt to leave a mark. she was beyond exhausted to berate him for doing it, so she learned to enjoy the feeling of his fangs against her flushed skin.

“toru, it feels so good,” she rolled her eyes back and he hummed in agreement.

gojo held her throat, not too harsh but not exactly gentle too, “it does, does it?” he grinned, “come, clench around my cock, y/n chan," he teased, in a sing-song tone, "i’m about to fill you up to the brim.” he tightened the grip, she whined. the way the walls tightening around him, had the world strongest’s sorcerer a moaning mess, as his hips snapped faster.

the sound of their skin slapping each other got louder and louder with the squelching of her cunt. his eyes rolled to the back of his head, as he forced his cock all the way inside, his thick seed shooting directly into her womb. his grip on her waist tightened, he was all choke up. they stayed in each other’s arm, struggling to catch a break.

he pinched her cheek for the fun of it, seeing her annoyed and bothered for his own personal pleasure. “what luck you have, y/n. falling in love with someone like me,” he brushed the tear stains on her cheek.

“who said i love you?”

he pressed his hand on his chest, faking the pained look on his face with an ouch. it was never an exchange of i love yous between them; it was him annoying the fuck out of her and her being constantly concern by his childishness. “would you still come home, y/n. i miss you so much, no lies.” he asked as he pulled his pants back up. "i will," she promised. he helped her off the desk, cleaning the mess they’d made and her chasing him around for her pair of panties. she never got it back, her face was as red as her stilettos as she made her way out of the office bare under her skirt. she could hear him snickering behind her.

“c-cancel the rest of my day please, sara. i have some business to take care off,” she glared at the white-haired man running toward the elevator. lunch time was over, and she was beyond fucked to continue her work. literally. not when gojo had made sure to give her the fucking of her life, she couldn’t focus on her work no more. sara gave her a glare, a dirty one, as she eyed her skewered hair and wrinkled clothes. she placed the files on her assistant’s desk, rushing as gojo held the elevator opened.

she made in, jumping instantly in his arms as the door closed. it was just two of them in the empty lift.

she giggled in his arms; his huge smile was contagious. he kissed her so gently, thumb on her back rubbing shapes. his smile grew wider as they pulled away. she tilted her head, confusion on her face and he nudged his head to the door. she turned around only to see their reflection on the elevator’s door. “look closer,” he whispered, and her eyes widened as she realised a trail of his cum, peaking out of her skirt down her legs. her face got even redder as she wasn’t sure if it had just happened or gojo has been letting her walk around with his cum down her legs.

“i’ll murder you, satoru.”

the lift suddenly halted. the number stopped at the ninth floor and she cursed. the lift wasn’t malfunction; she knew exactly what he was doing, and he wasn’t even trying to hide it.

“not going to lie, seeing my cum down your legs, it looks hot,” he said sheepishly, a kiss on her cheek while his hands already made their way underneath her blouse. his brows raised up suggestively.

“will you stop thinking with your dick, satoru?”

“you still owe me two more orgasm, buttercup.”

the light of the lift suddenly tripped, engulfing them in a pitch-black darkness. she jolted in his arms. the emergency light turned on and under the dimmed light, she could see his blue eyes on her like a predatory to its prey. she could feel her throat drying as a kiss landed on her neck.

“we better make our time worth.”

[p-antomime]

doesn't want to disappoint him.

— minors don’t interact

— wc: 777.

content + warnings: 18+, including: dom!kai, overstimulation, medical kink, squirting, rough fingering, gloves (idk if this is a thing but anyways?), dub-con (cuz the reader is naive), use of drugs (mentioned), corruption kink, gaslighting

pairings: doctor!overhaul x fem!reader

— note: i'm posting this very late at night because i REALLY am stuck on the idea of doctor!overhaul for weeks now

— tw. dark content.

— Yeah, like this, princess. — Overhaul spoke in a husky voice as his pants were getting more and more uncomfortable around his thighs and cock.

The image in front of him was literally everything he had been dreaming about for months. Months. Months of being prescribed drugs masquerading as medication that forced you to go see him week after week, and making you believe that there was some serious internal condition with your health, when in part you were totally fine. At least in the beginning. The longer it took for Kai to get his hands on you, the more doses he prescribed, which meant that gradually your immune system was really being undermined.

And now, here you were with your body writhing with pleasure with tears streaming down your cheeks and your legs spread wide. Kai sitting in front of you with three fingers buried deep inside your pussy while the other hand was forcefully moving his thumb against your clit that had already been overstimulated by a vibrator previously placed on it. After the third orgasm, your mind stopped counting how many times Overhaul had made you cum, and now your throat was extremely sore and dry from how much you had already moaned, gasped, screamed and whimpered.

Even so, Chisaki Kai didn't seem the least bit satisfied yet. He wanted to have you broken, destroyed, completely at his mercy. He wanted you to wet his clothes completely so that he could pretend to be irritated by the mess and have a good reason to punish you for not being able to control the waves of intense pleasure coursing through your body freely.

At the beginning of that weekly medical check-up session that had started as normally as all the others so far, Y/N was really relaxed, because she put so much trust in her doctor who seemed to be trying so hard to cure her of something that in reality was theoretically non-existent. And it would continue to be, if Kai didn't keep prescribing new doses of false medicine and ordering appointments in that sterile room more often than a sensible doctor would ask or even think to ask.

Overhaul's fingers, covered by a medical glove that helped them slide in and out of you, fucked your pussy with a speed that made your nervous system confuse pain with pleasure in a vicious cycle that caused several tears to wet your cheeks. Almost his entire hand was wet with your fluids and you simply couldn't find the strength to push Kai away, to stop him, to try to get up and run from the room. And part of that lack of your proactivity in wanting to push that doctor away came from feeling the need to not disappoint him. Oh, girl, he had molded your mind the exact way he wanted it from the very moment your feet crossed the threshold of that room that was as white as heaven, but representative of the den of so much perversion that it easily belonged in hell.

— Stop crying, princess. — Kai ordered, lifting his gaze to stare at you as he curved his fingers inside you and analyzed yours features carefully, you looked divinely beautiful and totally powerless before his eyes. — You were meant to be mine, to take whatever I want to give you, weren't you? — He asked rhetorically as his thumb applied more pressure to your clit and you arched your back painfully. — And remember: this is all just to make you better. — Of course Kai was lying, but your mind could no longer classify his words as lies, not as your body collapsed with pleasure more and more.

And, with your body already nearing the apex of overstimulation, Overhaul let you cum as he tilted his hips upward with the liquids coming out of your pussy wetting the underside of his shirt. Truly, he didn't like feeling dirty, but at that moment? His mind was too intoxicated with pleasure to think about it. The sight of you fucked out, wide open for him, so inviting to his eyes, made Kai's rational side surrender to the beast that lurked behind that serious, disinterested countenance he usually wore, so your body was lifted slightly and the sound of a belt being opened was heard around the room:

— Look at your mess. — Kai unbuttoned his shirt slowly without taking his eyes off your extremely moist entrance and as soon as his body was free of the remaining pieces of clothing, his hands gripped his thighs firmly. — Unfortunately I will have to abuse you a little more, princess, but, you know, it will make you feel much better.

[riverisnotsafe]

Mine.

PAIRING: F!Servant!Reader x Naoya Zenin

WARNINGS: NAOYA ZENIN. Naoya smut. NSFW, Minors DNI. | If you're into any of these: possessive Naoya, breeding kink (?), mentions of overstimulation, jealous Naoya.

A/N: You can call me Noct or River. I’m still fairly new to how tumblr works and how writers and bloggers (?) write their imagines/fics so I do apologize in advance if my writing is not to your liking. I will also post on AO3 under sunflowerpsycho. I'm still trying to improve^^ This was self-indulgent and not edited so pretty all over the place and might be unclear in some parts, sorry bout that.

The reader lowkey a pick me but depends on how you view her, either she's a pick me or she just acts the way she acts to accustom and stroke the lil bitches ego.

“A-ah! Naoya-sama!” you moan his name as he shoots his load deep in you. A few moments of bliss and you were ready to clean yourself. Naoya never liked staying in bed long after sex. He finds it disgusting. All the fluids of sweat, semen and love juices mixed together made his skin crawl. “Oi woman, where are you going?” You haven’t even gotten up but Naoya had you strongly wrapped in his embrace. His cock still deep within you, as if acting as a plug. “I’m gonna wash myself..? You don’t like being dirty like this...usually?” the last bit came out as a question when Naoya buried his head deep into the crevice of your neck. “Ah, I’ll let it pass today. Just stay here. My cum is gonna leak out if you move.” he tried to shove himself deeper, earning an unexpected moan from you. “L-leak out???” Does Naoya have a breeding kink? Is he trying to keep his cum in you???? “N-naoya-sama...are you trying to breed me?” at the mention of breed, you could feel his dick twitch in your core. “Shut up woman.” Ah...so he is and he’s embarrassed to admit. “I feel honoured if that’s what you’re trying to do...” another twitch.

Under that tough misogynistic act, this man is just a boy who thrives on praise, he probably was deprived of any in his childhood, hence the superiority complex. But with you, he’s quite honest. The body doesn’t lie. You were just another servant. He probably paid and slept with many so you never thought of it as anything special. Besides, after all of this dirty work, both of you end up going your separate ways. A servant and the young master. That’s all it is. That is until one of the maids tried stealing from the family, unfortunately from Naoya and he didn’t take it too lightly. A woman and a thief, absolutely the worst. Ever since that, he appointed you as his personal maid, to ensure that only one person will serve him. Only one will enter and exit his quarters. Only one will serve his meals. Only one will tend to him. Only one will follow him around the house. Only one will keep him company when needed. Why did he choose you? Honestly you had no idea. Out of all the servants, clearly you were the least appealing, especially for a man of Naoya’s caliber.

You could never rival the looks of any of the other girls. You were chubby. Your thighs a bit too thick. Your cheeks were puffy. You had no thigh gap. Curves? Well, they weren’t hour-glass curves so you were bedrock bottom ranked. And when it came to family, you were a nobody. All the other servants have been serving the Zenin clan for generations. You were just a nobody who was pulled into the servant life to pay off your parent’s debt. What luck. It took him time though, to make you tend to him sexually. He might have a big ego and any woman would sleep with him but deep down he knew it was only for money and his looks, which he prided on. The sex was always bland. He could care less about the women’s pleasures, he would ejaculate outside, toss them money and demand them to immediately leave. He found them disgusting. Weren’t you just the same?

He had a great face, an even better body and all the riches you could’ve dreamt of, so why has he not tossed you out yet. He for sure can suspect that you’re just the same as all those women, plus, you were even lower, a nobody. Yet, here he is, deep inside you. This has been..about the sixth time you and Naoya have had intercourse. The first three times was when you were just a normal servant. Coincidentally he always found you and forced you to pleasure him. The pay was good so you never complained. After becoming his personal maid, it took a few months to make you fulfil his sexual needs, which is rather strange. A man like knows nothing of consent. He’s a tyrant. What he wants, he can get and he will. So why did he take months to make you fuck him when it was so easy before becoming his personal servant. Who knows? Maybe it was his underlying insecurities asking him to be sure.

“Naoya-sama...may I turn to look at you?” he grunts. “I’ll be sure to avoid any leakage” he nods. You slowly turn your body, still impaled on him. It was a different kind of pleasure but you withheld your moans. Your face are so close. This moment is intimate, for you and him. Almost unreal. He’s gorgeous. That red tint of blush and sex afterglow just added more to his beauty. “Naoya-sama. May I speak more than usual?” “Only because you asked for permission. Proceed.” he avoided looking into your eyes. A shy one. “I appreciate my master’s kindness. Thank you for allowing me to speak. Naoya-sama...please be honest with me. Are you trying to impregnate me? Why? I’m just a lowly servant. I could never be perfect to bear your children, or be a concubine. I have no value. You are too kind. We should stop. I will remove myself now. Thank you for your time master.” You slowly push yourself off him. He grabs your arm harshly, definitely bruising it.

“You said no leakage. And how dare you speak to your master so insolently? How dare you question what holds value to me or not. You are a lowly servant. You’re a filthy no-name bitch. You live to lick my shoes and pick up money I throw on the ground. You are not going anywhere. You are staying on this bed with me in you. You have to be reminded who your master is.” Oooh, you definitely pissed him off. You winced at his words. They were normal, he always told you where your place is so it wasn’t a surprise. “You stupid woman. Now it’s out. You moved and now it’s out.” he sounds disappointed. He was whining like a child. “Naoya-sama!” he plunged into you hard. “Yes, scream my name you stupid bitch.” He went faster and faster. “Don’t cum inside...I’m not worthy master” “Shut your mouth. Worthy? No woman is worthy of me. Selfish. All they care about are themselves. Such an inferior gender thinking what they know is worthy? I decide. I decide your worth.” He changed positions. He pressed both your legs close to your chest. A mating press. He was so deep. The squelching of his previous load acting as lubricant was erotic.

“You. Your lewd body. You were always trying to seduce me. Those luscious thighs. These fat breasts. You were made for child-bearing. The look you make when I fuck you. So in awe, eyes rolling back. Ah. Ah. Sometimes you even forgot payment because you rushed to clean yourself. You were the only memorable one. The sounds you make. You’re erotic. No one else can see or hear you except me. Mine. Mine. Mine.” Naoya drilled you senseless. So desperate to hear you. Desperate to look at your expressions. Desperate to conquer you. “N-naoya-sama! Ah! Ah! Naoya-sama!” You had practically lost any sense and all you could feel was his dick fucking you mercilessly. The veins. The length. The girth. He fit like a glove. He had shaped you to be accustomed to him. “When that no-name clan came yesterday for a meeting. I saw your look. You enjoyed how they all looked at you didn’t you? You slut. You’d want them to fuck you like this right? Only I can though. You smiled and served them. Desperate bitch.” The meeting yesterday?

Your mind wandered. Oh yes, a small clan that are partners with the Zenin in business. The heirs were quite good-looking and well-mannered, how could a lady not feel flattered. You can’t remember if you specifically smiled or enjoyed their small talk. Was being polite not a simple necessity a servant should have towards guests? To ensure their master was not seen as tardy. You can’t remember their names or faces. All you remember was Naoya slipping his hand under your garments and fingering you. “You enjoyed people watching right? Especially since they were good-looking. I WAS RIGHT THERE WITH YOU. Disgusting piece of shit.” He got even rougher. You don’t know how many times you’ve orgasmed and how many times Naoya had ejaculated in you but he was still at it. He’s jealous huh.. how strange. A man that could have anything and anyone in the world was strangely possessive of a worthless woman like you. “You can’t show them those expressions. Mine. Your kindness mine. Your sounds. Mine. You’re my servant.” he sounds sad.

Despite being in subspace, you unintentionally reach out to your master and cub his face. “Naoya-sama. I love you.” Those unintentional words made the malicious man slow down his pace. “What did you say?” Is he angry? Oof, all the best dealing with another tantrum. You couldn’t feel anything. Legs sore. Your mind had wandered. The pleasure had made you dumb yet the little consciousness you have for your master remained. “I love you, Naoya.” His cock twitched. “Again” “I love you.” “Again” “I love you, Naoya-sama”. All that repeating made you come to your senses. “I don’t remember the men from yesterday. All I remember were your thick fingers in me. My expressions and mewls were for you. If this body is what you want then I will offer it all to you, my master. Ask, you are my master after all. All of me is yours.” You get up a bit, and stagger, he fucked the life outta ya. “Master, allow me to speak.” a small dumbfounded nod. You slip a hand onto his cheek and kiss him. Both of you never shared a kiss.

It was too intimate for a servant to kiss their master. Only their betrothed would be worthy but you couldn’t help it, you needed to assure this man-child, you were no one else’s. “Master, I-“ “Naoya. When we’re alone call me Naoya.” a small smile crept onto your lips. “Naoya, breed me.” His face was flushed. That’s exactly what he wanted. Through the night, he fucked you in every inch of the room. Both of your fluids and smell, absolutely drenched his quarters. He never once ejaculated outside. Every drip of his semen was in your womb, he wouldn’t even pull out, in fear it would leak. Shower? He fucked you while showering too. His animalistic senses stopped when a knock on the door came.

“Lay down with your back arched. It can’t leak.” He put on a robe and answered. A woman’s voice. “Naoya-sama. Naobito-sama is calling for you.” “Tch. Annoying old man” he slams the door shut. “Oi. Arch even more.” He came back to you. “I’m going to put this in you so you don’t spill.” He was holding, A DILDO? This man has a dildo? “N-naoya-sama, t-thats...” “Some servant I had my way with some time ago left it to fuck with me. I kept it not knowing what it was but now the shape looks like it’d plug you up good.” A servant he had his ways with huh. You were just another one right. He seemed to have noticed your train of thought. “Stupid woman. That servant is long gone. And now. You’re mine. No other stupid bitch except you. Stop thinking nonsense. Maybe I’ll remind you a bit more. That old man can wait.” He unrobed and pounced you. You definitely can’t walk for a few days.

“I’ll plug you up and we’ll go see the old man” he sounds, quite joyful. “If you move and leak, I won’t hesitate to fill you up again.” Ah. He’s definitely Naoya Zenin. “Naoya-sama” you smile. “What? You should be grateful that I’ve allowed you to speak so many times since last night.” You can’t help but giggle. A slight blush forms on Naoya’s face. “How dare you laugh at m-“ you pull him in for a kiss. He reluctantly kissed back. “Naoya-sama, I love you.” you smiled. He thrusted into you without warning. “The old man can definitely wait. You filled with my child is more important.” God knows how many times he’d come in your womb without pulling out, there’s no way you’re not pregnant. “Naoya-sama...let’s stop here...I can’t walk properly if we continue, then a different servant will have to serve you.” He was about to argue but held his tongue. “Fine.” He pulled out and slowly shoved the dildo in. Looks like he’d rather have wobbly-legged you than another servant. You can't help but smile. “Go shower and meet me back here. And clean the room after meeting with the old man. The smell...erotic but dreadful. Wash everything.” “Yes my master.” You hurriedly got clothed and rushed to the servant quarters to clean up. You were happy. What a weirdo.

[write-orflight]

Settle Down: Chapter 11

**Gif Not Mine**

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Pairings: SpencerXReader (kinda enemies to lovers)  

Rating: M

Words: 1.9K

Warnings: Child birth, language, tooth aching fluff

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Y/N and Spencer don’t get along but turn to each other for the one  thing you need someone else for… A baby. You can plantonically start a     family, right?

AN: Two updates in a row! (Unedited) Now the taglist is officially closed now that we only have the Epilogue left. Thank you to everyone who took this journey with me, let me know what you think! much love, Cia

Chapter 11: A PowerPoint, really?

Morgan called outside the door for more nurses as soon as he heard what you said. Soon 3 women are rushing into the room, one of them clad with a wheelchair. You look at Morgan as they begin to load you in the chair. 

“Derek, call Garcia and tell her to come with my emergency birth bag, then call Dr. Lizzie and tell her the baby is coming-AHHHHH!” You screamed as you were being wheeled out. Contractions, as they turn out, are the worst feeling ever. 

Garcia is barging into your hospital room not long after that baby bag in tow. You kept an extra one at her place just in case you went into labor when the team was out on a case. “I drove just about 90 mph to get here. How are you feeling, mama bear?” 

“Like Satan himself is putting me on a spit roast.” You grunt through clenched teeth. 

“Think of the bright side you’re about to give birth to the cutest, most intelligent baby.” Garcia says. “Plus Dr. Liz told me I need to keep you calm so let’s do your breathing exercises.” Garcia starts huffing in syncopated time in order to get you to follow. You scream in her face. “Ok, so maybe not.” 

“Who’s ready to have a baby?” Dr. Liz says, in a joyous tone as she sweeps into the room. “Let’s take a look at you.” 

“Thank god! Lizzie, I need epidural. Shoot me up, Doc.” You groan from the pain. 

“So someone is a little more eager to meet the world than we thought. It’s too late to safely administer epidural. You’re going to have to go natural, kid.” 

You look at her wide eyed. “WHAT?!” You shake your head. “I-I can’t.” 

“You can, Y/N.” Penelope says. “You can squeeze me as hard as you can.” 

Tears start to fall from your eyes from the combination of pain and loneliness you felt. “I can’t do this, I need-I need Spencer.” 

You hear the door opening. Spencer walked in pushing an IV still attached to his arm, other one draped around Derek’s shoulder as he helped him walk in. Once Spencer was next to you and leaned against the wall, Derek and Penelope stepped back to give you and Spencer privacy in your moment. 

“Alright, you’re crowning. It’s time to push so next time you have a contraction, I need you to push as hard as you can.” Dr. Liz says, you nod. Spencer is pushing some of your sweat matted hair out of your forehead. 

“What are you doing? You’re supposed to be in bed.” 

“I told you I’d be here for you, for this.” He says, grabbing your hand letting you squeeze around his palm. “I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Spencer, I--AHHHHH!” You say, pushing. Your hand tightly squeezes around Spencer’s who despite how rough you must look right now is looking at you with the utmost awe and admiration. Dr. Liz gives you some words of encouragement as you breathe waiting for the next contraction. 

“You don’t have to say it, I know, Y/N. I know.” He says, hand running through your hair. 

“No, I need to say it. Spencer, I’m so in love with you. I love you so much, I’m sorry I kept hurting you but I need you. I love you--AHHHH!! I take it back, I hate you! I fucking hate you for doing this to me!” 

Spencer kisses the hand you’re squeezing. “I love you too, Y/N/N. And I know you don’t mean that. It’s actually fairly common for all mammals giving birth to feel disdain towards their partne--” 

“SHUT UP!” You yell as you push. “I usually love your facts but right now, shut the fuck up!”  

“You’re doing great, mom. Just one more.” You hear Dr. Liz shout over your screams. 

They don’t tell you this in any book, Doctor’s appointment, or  mommy and me class but for a moment even though it is a fleeting moment. There is a stillness in the air where everything is silent and you are only snapped out of it at the sound of your baby’s first cry. Everything else from the cheers to Spencer cutting the cord is drowned by the sound of your baby loudly entering the word. 

Your baby. 

They place her on your bare chest and your arms instinctively wrap around your most precious being. You coo as the baby continues to cry the fluid out of her lungs. She’s covered in blood and goop but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Suddenly the thing you’ve wanted for so long was finally here and she was everything and more than what you thought, the perfect manifestation of you and Spencer’s love for each other. 

Genevieve Rosalind Reid was born early November 10th. Given the name Genevieve after the song, Lady Genevieve, you and Spencer loved so much and Rosalind after famous female scientist Rosalind Franklin. 

Not more than a couple of hours after the rest of the team is slinking into the room to get a peak at the baby, bearing gifts and congratulations to you both. Spencer managed to negotiate with the doctor to at least have a bed moved into your room so if they were going to make him lay and rest at least he could be near you and the baby. Soon, one by one the team starts leaving the last being Penelope who Derek had to haul away with him. You turn to Spencer once they’re gone. 

“I love you, Spencer. I’m sorry I didn’t say it. I was scared.” 

“I know, Y/N. I love you, why were you scared?” 

“I didn’t want to lose you with my selfishness. Genevieve needs you more than I do, I didn’t want to sacrifice her having both parents because I couldn’t control myself.” 

He reaches across the aisle between your beds for your hand which you stretch to him as well. “I’m not going anywhere.” He says looking you in your eyes. “I would never abandon either of you. I love you, but no matter what happens between us, we’ll make it work. For Genevieve.” 

“For Genevieve.” You repeat back.  

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It’s been about 9 months since you had Genevieve and you and Spencer we’re still going strong. Though the first couple of months were difficult with Spencer being injured and having an actual newborn to care for. You were still better than before, Spencer made things better. Genevieve was perfect and looking more and more like Spencer with each passing day. In fact, it seemed the only trait she did take from you was a wild stubbornness and love for Disney movies. 

You were out walking Genevieve in her stroller when you got a call. 

“Hey Spence. What’s up?” 

“Hey, where are you?” You hear over the line. 

“I’m walking with Gen in the park.” You say. 

“Do you want to meet at the coffee shop on the corner?” 

You shrug even though he can’t see it. “Sure, get me a cold brew.”  

You push the stroller into the coffee shop ten minutes later and walk over to the corner table you and Spencer have deemed yours. Your daughter is already fussy and making grabby hands for Spencer, who smiles and scoops her out the stoller. 

“Hey, Bug.” He says, sweetly as your daughter smiles brightly at him.

“God, she’s such a traitor. Instantly forgets I exist as soon as she sees you.” You say, as he hands her back so you can put in the high chair for lunch. You’re opening her banana and pears baby food when you notice it. “Why do you have my laptop?” You ask. 

“Well, open it.” 

You give Spencer a weird look before handing him the food to feed Genevieve so you can open the laptop. Your heart stops for a second as you read what’s on the screen. 

“A PowerPoint, really?” You chuckle. “Spencer, what is this?” 

“This is Reasons Why You Should Marry Me.” He says, looking up to look you in the eyes. 

“Yea, I got that from the title, Spence.” You chuckle, wetly. “And you thought a PowerPoint was the best way to ask?” 

“Well, I felt you’d be more inclined to consider it if you knew I spent time on a presentation.” 

“That’s true.” You say, chuckling at the memory of your first friendly encounter. You take the food back from him. “Well, show me what you got.” 

“Okay, Reason #1, You love me.” You laugh, nodding as he goes to the next slide. “And I love you. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” 

“Spencer…” You said, swooning slightly. 

“#2, I’d be a great husband.” 

“That’s a debatable fact.” You say, chuckling. 

“Have I given you any indication that I wouldn’t be?” 

You smile and shake your head no. 

“#3, I have a ring, a very pretty one that Garcia helped me pick out and it’s yours if you say yes.” Spencer says, that makes you laugh loudly because of course she did, no wonder she’d been acting weird at work for the past couple of weeks. “In all seriousness… Y/N, I love you and I feel like I’ve loved since you brought me to this coffee shop more than a year ago and asked me to make the best decision of my life. You are my best friend, the mother of my child… I can’t think of anyone else I’d want to share my life with. So..” Spencer takes that moment to stand to kneel down on one knee. “Will you marry me, Please.” 

The tears that had been threatening to fall since he started were coming in full swing now. You nodded fast. “Yes! 1000% yes!” You exclaim. Spencer takes that moment to slide the ring on to your finger as you hear the faint applause from the bored baristas in the empty coffee shop who have gotten to know you both over the years. Spencer sweeps you into a deep kiss, that you can barely stop smiling for. You pull apart when you hear Genevieve start to babble in her highchair, reaching for the two of you. 

“Oh, come here, Bug.” You say, going to pick her up, kissing the top of her head. “Can’t stand not being the center of attention, huh?” 

“Well, she is her mother’s daughter.” Spencer chuckles when you level a bored expression at him. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” He says, starting to pack Genevieve’s stuff back into her stroller. “What movie are we watching tonight?” He asks. 

You think for a second. “How’s Wall-E sound?” 

Spencer smiles when he hears you say the first movie you watched together. That was the night he knew for sure that he was going to marry you someday. You didn’t know it yet, but Spencer did, and he was rarely wrong. 

“Sounds wonderful, baby.” He smiles, as the three of you walk out of the coffee shop, a newly cemented family.

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Appointments

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I can understand why they don't trust people here, a lot of them are real criminals after all, but it still feels a bit humiliating to down the crushed pill and empty the entire glass of water while the nurse is watching. I have to show up fifteen minutes before the scheduled appointment to take the first drug, whatever it is, and then sit down and wait for it to take effect. The fifteen minutes doesn't even count towards the reserved time. It's three times a week, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, up to three hours each, for four months. That's the sentence to stay out of jail. Miss an appointment, straight to jail. Don't comply with the treatment, straight to jail. Still a pretty good deal. Nine hours per week I don't have any control over, or ten hours if you count this sitting and waiting bullshit, compared to all hours all the time in jail.

I have no idea what the pill is for. Some sort of sedative I'm sure, because I always feel a bit dull and agreeable after. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have followed all the doctor's instructions so readily if I wasn't drugged somehow, at least not the first few times. Now it is kind of a routine.

I show up, take the drug, and wait a bit. Then she shows up and asks me to join her in one of the procedure rooms. She tells me to remove my shoes, jeans, and underwear and place myself on the chair. It's not really a chair. It's like a Z-shaped thing where you place your legs on the padded lower bars so you are kneeling, and then bend forward so your upper body is flat with the top with your head looking down on the floor past the edge of the padded top surface.

She walks behind me and asks if I'm comfortable. Not really. It's demeaning to sit there and expose my ass to her, legs apart, but I guess that is the point of this therapy. How it will address my supposed anger issues is beyond me. Better than jail though. When I tell her I am she secures my hands down by my hip with straps and then proceeds to strap my legs in place by securing my ankles. She says it is for my own safety, so I don't fall off. It's probably bullshit, but she is right in it's not very secure, but tricky enough to wiggle out of. Not that I have tried. She then tips the entire thing forwards. I had a bit of a scare the first time and audibly gasped as I thought I was about to crash face first into the floor with arms and legs tied. Turned out it's just a secondary position of the thing, positioning my ass up in the air.

"Are you comfortable?" she asks again, every time. Again I say I am, strapped to chair, face almost touching the floor, my naked ass high and exposed. She then slowly inserts something into my asshole. It doesn't go that far in, but feels heavy and has some wires or tubes going to it that I can feel draping my leg. It enters easily. I don't know if it is the same device as the first time, but I wouldn't be surprised if they have been scaling up the size slowly. All I can do is look down the floor while she sets me up and then starts the machine.

Just before leaving the room there is a little pinch in the ass as she injects something in my butt cheek. Then she leaves, promising to be back once it has run its program, never explaining what "it" or "the program" is. The first minutes I feel nothing. Then there is movement, though different between appointments. It can expand in width, it can penetrate deeper, it can vibrate, it can rotate, it can change temperature. It often runs through a series of configurations.

I don't know which of the drugs, if any of them, is making me horny but it doesn't take long until I can hear the soft tapping of precum dripping into the metal tray at the bottom of the chair. It's pointless to try to stay alert. You're stuck in the chair for hours with nothing else than looking at the floor and listening to the hum of the machine and the drip of body fluids. You can just as well close your eyes and let yourself drift away in machine-induced bliss.

It's affecting me for sure. The Monday session is the one I'm craving the most. I start getting anxious already Sunday afternoon, feeling like something is missing. So far I've resisted the temptation to buy a vibrator and explore my ass on my own time, but there is little else I can think of on Mondays before the appointment.

It always feels like no time at all has passed, certainly like too little time has passed, when she comes back into the room and gloves up. I'm just zoned out like a stoner and sometimes don't notice her until she removes the thing from my ass. She then proceeds to unlock the dick cage from my dick and balls. Given my horny bliss the dick will shoot up like a bamboo rod. She has some sort of wand that feels pretty thin that she then puts into the ass right up to the prostate. It never takes many seconds of vibrations for me to shoot a load. It feels like they are bigger than ever before. I'm certainly pulsing more times than before, like 6-10 ropes.

She then washes my butt, dick, and balls, and massage them with some sort of cream. Perhaps different ones. Then she picks up a new, probably sterilized, dick cage and locks everything up. She tilts the chair back up again and asks if everything is OK before undoing the straps holding me in place. I answer that everything is OK, but that really undersells it. I'm like a stoner in a post-orgasm haze for at least ten minutes. Then she reminds me to put on my underwear, pants, and shoes before leaving and reminds me of the next appointment two or three days later.

"You're next," she tells me from the other side of the waiting room, interrupting my read of top sexiest men on Love Island list from Cosmopolitan. The selection of magazines is rather limited. "Afternoon," I reply, putting away the magazines and walking towards the door.

"How was the weekend?" "Hot, as you well know. I didn't do much." I don't tell her I was spending all of Sunday considering pushing blunt objects up my ass to relieve myself. "It doesn't invite to activities, does it? Go ahead and make yourself comfortable."

In a now well-practiced routine I kick off my shoes, take off my jeans, fold them and place them on the chair just inside the door, remove my boxers, and put them on top of the jeans. Then I kneel in place on the procedure chair and give my dick cage a quick jiggle. Nothing worse than being strapped to some medical equipment and having your scrotum pinched. Then I bend forward over the shelf, and position my arms back, along the sides of my body.

As always before the doctor secures my arms and legs, and tips the entire contraption forward.

"Are you comfortable like this?" "Yes."

She then deviates from normal procedure by wiping down my ass with some sort of wet wipes and then inserts the automatic douche. I can feel liquid being pushed in and sucked out of my ass a few times, after which she removes the equipment and leaves the room. I'm starting to become anxious. This is the longest I've been in two months without anything vibrating in my ass. I try to flex my butt cheeks to no success.

After way too long someone enters the room again. "Good afternoon, I'm James." I can only move my head a little and can't see much more than a pair of sneakers and the lower part of sweatpants.

"Hi."

He rifles through some papers.

"I understand you've been under this treatment for two months now, correct?" "Yes." The whole thing feels absurd. Whoever this dude is, he's talking to my exposed ass. "So you now have a fully developed prostate massage addiction?" "What? No!" "No? So, you would prefer to be released and go home now?"

No, I need my treatment, but that is totally different.

"No. You have to do what you normally do." "You want me to massage your prostate?" "Yes! Or whatever is normally done."

I can hear the snap of a rubber glove and within seconds a finger is with ease pushing into my ass. He is probing around carefully and deliberately. I want to move my butt to get it deeper, to have it flick across my prostate, but I'm too tied down. He fumbles around like that for minutes.

"You need to get in deeper," I say almost desperately. "I'm sorry my fingers are only so long," he says, continuing with his ineffectual rummaging. And after a few seconds, like he was carefully considering it, "My dick is longer, though. I can use that if you like." "Funny," I say, dismissing his joke.

While he continues doing what I must now assume to be deliberately the wrong thing, the thought continues to linger in my mind. Would it really be a big difference between having another man's fingers or his dick up my ass. Yes! Yes, I decide. But why? This is covered by patient confidentiality, right? HIPPA or HIIPA or HIPAA or whatever. No one has to know.

"What if you did?" "What if I did what?" He was forcing me to say it. "What if you did use your dick instead?" "Would you like me to?"

He must be right. I must be addicted to prostate massage. Why the fuck that happened is a later question. I feel like a soda bottle being lazily shaken by someone. I need to be unscrewed.

"Yes. Yes!"

He pulls out his finger and I can hear the sound of latex, him fiddling with his pants, and then without warning feel something thick and warm moving up inside me. I have a slight shiver as it moves past my prostate and further in. It sure is longer than his fingers all right. I can feel the warmth of his body as it touches against my butt cheeks when he finally gets balls deep. He stops there, leans over me, and asks "Are you comfortable like this?"

"Yes," I say automatically before realizing I really am.

[spitpr1ncess]

BRUISED BODIES CHAPTER 1 LEVI ACKERMAN X READER

                                               (not my image)

“You’re too pretty for this, little girl” remarks your current company. You roll your eyes and have to hold in the audible sigh that almost escapes you. How many times you have heard the same drivel? If you were too pretty, they wouldn’t continue the silent abuse on your body, would they?

You’ve been a working girl since you barely had the ability to think for yourself. You were plucked from your poverty-stricken family with the promise of their debts being written off.

You aren’t special and your family don’t care about you, a lie you’d been telling yourself for twenty two long years. You are a slab of meat and a source of income, that’s all, and believing yourself to be more was a stupid mistake you’d learned not to make, assuming people actually cared about you had caused you more pain than any physical abuse you’d ever endured.

You’re snapped back to reality as a pair of hands paw clumsily at your breasts, you inhale and remind yourself that this is only a temporary situation, but until you figure out how, you must continue to appease the men that Jools sends your way.

Jools is like your older brother, if your older brother worked in a brothel and openly encouraged men to fuck his slightly younger sister. The two of you share an intimate relationship built on a strong foundation of sharing trauma, you know he means well.

Jools was taken around the same time you were, only, as he managed to flourish into a promising young man, he was favoured by boss, and thus, promoted. You and Jools have always seen eye to eye, his depressing background is in servicing men, just like yours and it’s how you built your relationship, why you share such a deep understanding of each other, such mutual respect. This doesn’t go unnoticed by the other girls, and as a mean result, ensures that you are on the less favourable end of their antics, often being the brunt of their absolute frustrations and jokes.

As head of appointments and bookings, alongside other things, he always tries to send you the easy ones, if Boss knew he favoured you, you’re sure Jools would be sacked, or worse, effective immediately. You’re eternally thankful that he chooses to throw you a bone, even if it doesn’t seem much to him, it means the world to you.

Your mindless wandering halts once again, as you make unfavourable eye contact with your unwelcome company, you notice he is grunting as he roughly palms his own erection with his bear-like hands, staring holes through you as he directs his dirty glare at your breasts. Without thinking you grasp his knees and push your elbows to meet, forcing your breasts to squash together in that specific way that the male gaze loves so much, accentuating their plumpness. You are the first to admit that although sex is something that is daily to you, you are a very sexual soul by nature. You love the affect you have on men, and how you can practically melt them down to nothingness in the palm of your soft hand. You’re certain it comes from the trauma that is deep rooted in your hunger for male validation

The man sat in front of you isn’t the smallest you’ve seen but he isn’t particularly well endowed either, weighing up your current circumstances, you decide to make the most of it. Standing up, you lick your lips and undo the tie to your virginal white skirt, allowing it to fall to the ground quietly. It crumples in a small pile and feverishly you step out of it, feigning nervousness. You take your willing participants bear-paw off his own erection and place is gently on the arm of his chair, straddling him, you centre yourself and gently lower down to allow your warmth to press against him. Instinctually, he grunts and pushes back, his actions clumsy and annoying yet you allow it, not wanting to anger him, the men you service are big businessmen and you know better than to piss one off. You have seen first-hand the damage they can and do cause. You let him believe he has control, you grind back and nuzzle into his neck, playing him like a game, inhaling, you pick up on cigarette smoke and some notable cologne brand, nothing out of the ordinary.

You kiss his neck, breathing over his ear, begging him to enter you, you are not stupid, the way you make men feel, like you are infatuated, like there is nothing else you need at that moment than them, always gets you tipped. And tips go straight to your pocket, and any tips that go straight to your pocket, go straight to your running-away-savings. As he clumsily lines up his erection, you lift yourself onto your elbow to assist him in his feeble attempt at entering you, you feel his tip pressed right up against you, simultaneously, you kiss him and sheath yourself entirely. It isn’t anything notable and is in fact somewhat disappointing, nevertheless, you continue to finish the job.

You inhale sharply to sell the fantasy. He grunts again, like some half dead animal, you cringe trying your hardest to not let on as you know that his tips will make the effort worth it. Like a wet dream he was having, you bounce yourself up and down, in and out, in and out, in and out. It isn’t long before you see his head fall back and he stiffens below you, he opens his mouth and grabs your ass, hard. You squeal as you feel his hot seed lacing your insides, you feign your own orgasm, making your legs shake as if you had to convince him like your life depended on it. He buys it; dirty talking you and asking various lewd and cringey questions that make you shudder, if it weren’t for you writhing on top of him, he might have picked up on it. You kiss him before finding your feet, passing him a napkin as he sheepishly cleans himself off, only now feeling shy and vulnerable. He stands and pulls his trousers up; buckling his belt quickly, he then reaches into his breast pocket, he pulls out a stack of fifties, he throws a couple on the floor by your feet. He is trying to regain his masculinity, uncomfortable about looking into your eyes, you used to let it upset you, only you are used to it, each man having the same reaction.

He leaves and you lock the door tight behind him, you tidy up, wiping the chair and cleaning away any fluid that may have made its way to places it doesn’t belong. You wander towards your bathroom; the wooden floor feels cold but welcome on your ever tired feet. You stare into the mirror; a few tears had escaped your eyes without your noticing, it was a pretty normal occurrence for you now.

You glance in the mirror and notice that she is foreign, the girl staring back. Her long brown hair pulled over one shoulder, bruises lacing her frail body, you gently trace a finger over her body and look down to see your body. It is like you are disconnected, her body has not been your body for a long time. You wipe your eyes and turn your shower on, you hop in as it is still running cold.

You inhale sharply. It hurts, and the excruciating pain is welcome, you allow your bare back to fall silently against the wall and slowly lower yourself. You protect your knees with your arms as you grasp them toward you and lay your head between the makeshift protection you have created. Loud sobs escape your lungs as if they'd been brewing for a century.

A long while passes and you don’t hear the door unlocking.

Jools lets himself in, he hears your measly sobs coming from the bathroom and heads toward them, he slides open the shower door, startled, you jump up and let out an ugly shriek, Jools looks at you, pathetic, slim, bruised and sobbing. His head falls to one side as you try to somewhat protect your modesty. Jools has seen everything you have, and you, him, yet it still feels embarrassing and intimate.

“Olive.”, his voice is cool, patient, and laced with a little sympathy, “What am I going to do with you?”, he steps into the shower, allowing his clothes to get sprayed with water, you turn to him and press your forehead to his.

“I am sorry Jools; my emotions are all over the place. I will be ready in ten minutes, just allow me to clean up”, your voice sounds tired and you let out a little sigh. Jools places a hand on your shoulder and gently turns you around. You have been each other’s comfort in such a long life of trauma and you know what is coming next, he picks up your shampoo and lathers some between his hands, he rubs his fingertips into your scalp, scrubbing the dirt of the day out of your hair.

His touch is welcome, if not a little alien. It is rare these days that a pair of hands aren’t grabbing, pulling, pinching or pushing you around, you let out a long sigh, letting go of the anxiety and slowing your heart rate, you close your eyes and allow yourself to be cared for. By the time Jools finishes showering you he is soaked, you both step out into your bedroom. You pull on your skirt and replace your corset, a “uniform” as far as Boss is concerned. You hate it, making you feel vulnerable and cheap, you would rather slip on a t-shirt and shorts, or a loose dress.

Jools discarded all his clothes sans boxers and made himself comfortable on your bed as you were stood contemplating. You stare at him, with his light brown, almost ashy blonde hair. He is handsome, you have always thought this, you just never placed you two together, with him acting the “older brother” for all intents and purposes.

Jools breaks the silence, “Your four o’clock has cancelled, it’s what I came here to tell you” he pats the bed next to him and smiles “come and sit, unless you’re going somewhere”.

You pause momentarily before undoing your skirt again, you let it fall to the ground before reaching for a pair of linen shorts sat on your vanity, pulling them on, you take a few steps before collapsing on the bed next to Jools in complete exhaustion. “I’m tired of fucking the same men Jools” you remark.

“The same men, with the same predictable sex routines, the same sized cocks, the same moves. I’m bored. I’m climbing up the walls, Jools. Throw me a bigger bone, I’m begging you.”, You feel Jools eyes on your face, you let your head fall and meet his gaze. He snorts and pulls himself closer to you. You slide your body next to his and he drapes and arm over your waist.

Your foreheads touching, you lay in comfortable silence for a while. You close your eyes miss him protectively watching over you.

“I’m not sure what I can do for you Ol, unless you want me to fuck you myself. We don’t have much new clientele and any we do have seem like the abusive type, so I deliberately don’t send them your way.” he laughs. You ponder his first sentence, unable to tell if he was joking. You try your luck and shift your weight so you’re straddling him.

“Wh.. what the fuck are you doing Ol?”, You decide that he didn’t mean it, judging by his response. You begin to tickle his sides and he goes bright red before kicking you off, you land on the wooden floor with a loud bang.

“OW. That fucking hurt you fuck.” You stand up and cross your arms like a grumpy child. Jools looks at you and sticks out his tongue, you both pause, waiting for the other to break. It is you who laughs first, shortly followed by Jools who snorts, like a little pig. You can’t stay mad at him, he is so sweet, and you started it, after all.

“I was thinking Jools. If you have some time this afternoon, maybe we could go for a walk?” Your schedule was usually so full you don’t have time to visit outside. It was the beginning of the spring too, so everything was just starting bloom, it was one of the things that gave you a little peace and hope.

“I can’t Ol, I can’t leave the others unattended, in case anything happens, you know the rules” his voice holds a little sadness and disappointment, you can tell he’d like nothing more.

“Maybe I can open up a space for you this weekend? Then we can go out together?” Jools doesn’t work weekends; part of his promotion demands of course, but you did.

“Weekend rates are higher and I rea..” Jools cuts you off.

“I will charge one of your regulars more in the week; I’ll make it up for you, pleaaase?” he draws out.

You look at his face and the little boisterous glint in his eyes. You ruffle his hair like a little boy and laugh.

“Sure thing.”, You reply.

[abovethesmokestacks]

Kiss Me

Title: Kiss Me

Pairing: Captain Syverson x reader

Rating: T

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Very intense kissing? Some grinding?

I am back on my Henry bullshit, this time with the lovely Captain Syverson. As with my last Henry fic, this came about from a discussion with Brooke, which led to a personalized fic, and she graciously okayed me posting it as a reader insert for the rest of you to enjoy. Partly inspired by the video of strangers kissing for the first time. And if this guy were the one I’d get to kiss? Hold on while I go full koala on him.

The early afternoon sun had seemed blistering when she left her apartment, and the sundress had been the obvious option; light, breezy material, a pretty pattern that combined comfort and style. The sun had nothing on the man sitting down opposite her now, radiating a kind of warmth and confidence that had heat creeping up her chest and neck, her fingers fiddling in her lap.

It had been a spur of the moment decision, an audition call shared by a recent acquaintance on Instagram. Film majors at the nearby college needed volunteers for a course project, weekend appointments, no experience needed, come as you are. Sounded fun, her weekends were mostly open anyway. What could possibly go wrong. She had messaged the contact person, gotten an address and a time to show up.

The first shock, admittedly, had come as she was signed in, given a form to fill out, detailing the project. She. Was going to kiss. A stranger. In front of cameras. For a film project. 

“Miss? Are you alright?” The bubbly brunette who had signed her in, Abigail, according to the name tag tacked to her t-shirt, had looked at her, and she realized she must have made a sound.

“No! No, I'm fine, I- I just didn’t realize I’d- That this was-”

“Oh! Oh, you’ll be fine, there will be people in the room, you'll be safe as houses, darling, we won't say your names, that'll be up to you to share if you want.” The twang of her accent had was oddly comforting, but her heart was still racing, and suddenly, the handful of people lined up sitting in the corridor seemed all the more dangerous. She was going to kiss one of them. Fuck. Hastily, she'd filled out the rest of the form, handing it back and taking the number given, finding the nearest chair and trying to rifle through her purse as discreetly as she could for a chewing gum or a breath mint. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

She had nearly launched out of her seat when her number was called, probably doing a credible impression of a deer caught in headlights. Abigail had smiled at her, motioning for her to follow.

“I promise, you will be fine. Our project manager wanted to explore the intimacy of the first kiss, what happens in those seconds before.”

“Why strangers?”

“It’s more… honest,” Abigail had said. “Couples know each other, know what to expect. They are comfortable. And it’s beautiful, don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing sweeter. I still remember my grandpa kissing my grandma goodnight when my brother and I would stay over when we were kids, the absolute comfort and love between them. But strangers, they don’t know what to expect. There’s a level of trust between them, courage to take the leap.”

That’s… She couldn’t decide if that eased her mind or set it racing even more. She’d simply nodded, letting Abigail lead her to a door a little way ahead, unlocking it for her.

“You can leave your purse on the table on the right when you enter. Then go sit in one of the chairs. I’ll bring the guy in shortly. The camera will start rolling as soon as he sits down, you can introduce yourself if you want, just your name, doesn't even have to be your real one if you don't want to, and you can share whatever else you feel comfortable sharing and then…”

“Then we kiss.”

It had seemed so simple, so straightforward in all its terrifying simplicity.

At first, there is only the outline of him, stark against the light outside the room and showing a muscular frame with tensed shoulders and a wary gait. Folding her hands in her lap, she picks at the fabric of her dress, folding the skirt into tight pleats between her fingers, following the man as he inches closer. Dark jeans that reveal long legs and thick thighs, a worn t-shirt tucked into them that stretches over a chest that is… impressive. His face, though… His face is what sets her heart fluttering all anew. A strong jaw, hidden under a neatly trimmed beard, a slightly pouty lower lip and a perfect cupid’s bow. His nose looks like it may have been broken once, but it’s been set pretty well, lends character to his face, enhanced by the clear blue of his eyes that focus in on her. His hair is short, curling a little at the ends, but kept as neat as his beard, almost like a military man, but she can spot no chain around his neck that would hold his dog tags.

And then, he’d walked in. 

She barely hears the murmur to her left when the cameras start rolling.

He doesn’t speak until he’s sitting down, gaze on her, softening a little as he holds out a hand.

“Ca- Shit, sorry. No names, right?” He looks at her, almost a little scared that he’s messed up, and it is far too endearing for such a rugged man.

Without hesitation, she gives her first name, her real first name, a little surprised at herself for offering it along with her hand. His hand is calloused, warm and big, her own palm almost drowning in his clasp when he takes it. “Nice to meet you.”

The man laughs, releasing her hand and relaxing in his seat. “Sy. Nice to meet you, too. Pardon me if I'm being rude, but you don't sound like you're from around here.”

“Here for work for the next couple of months. Gotta say, you've got a pretty good ear.”

His eyes sparkle, a smile tugging at his lips, and god, the heat rises in her again, different from the apprehension that had her worked up just moments ago. He is the kind of man that draws you in, that can make you melt with a look, and she is fading fast. She is going to kiss him. He is going to kiss her.

“I won't hold it against you," Sy quips, hands resting on his thighs, and god, she wants to feel them on her.

"Me not being from around here? Or are we talking about something else?"

"Well, I was thinking the first..."

His words trail off, the suggestion hanging heavy in the silence. It feels like it stretches an eternity between them, but it's probably no more than five seconds. She's about to ask if they should start, if she should move, but Sy is looking at her, gaze wandering, assessing. The way he takes her in,i's not objectifying or greedy, not judgmental. It's… curiosity. Assessing her, planning his move, appreciating her, and she can feel it, feel his gaze move up and down her face, when it dips down for a fraction to her chest.

Everything fades with his first move. There are no cameras, no people, no one but them. Sy moves slowly, deliberately, scooting to sit on the edge of the chair, knee knocking against hers. It's electric, making her flinch and gasp, and that seems to please him. His hand comes up to rest on her knee, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb, locking eyes with her, willing her to relax.

"There we go…" Sy croons when she lets out a small sigh, his voice low and velvety. "Just relax. 'S just you an' me here. Don’t need to think about the rest of ‘em.. I'll be good, darlin', you can trust me. Isn't that right?"

She can only nod, inching towards the edge of her own chair, drawn into his warmth, the gentle timbre of his voice, the smolder behind the blue of his eyes.

"Yeah, that’s right, sugar. C’mon, come closer.”

His voice is hypnotic, not quite a purr, not quite a rumble, but it begs to be obeyed. She leans in closer, the two of them mirroring each other, and the tension is no longer in his shoulder, but sparking between them. His measured breaths fan lightly against her skin, and though everything in her should, by all logic, tell her to run, she finds herself relaxing. Sy’s thumb keeps working tight little circles, and he moves slowly, giving her plenty of time to see his intentions, and God, she welcomes it, tilts her head to welcome him.

It’s no explosion of stars or fireworks. His lips are a little chapped, but he knows how to kiss, working against her in soft pressure and the tease of his tongue along the seam of her lips. It’s not forcing the kiss, just giving her the option, showing that he is offering. When his other hand comes up to cup her cheek, she can’t help the needy whine that escapes her, and Sy smiles into the kiss, deepens it a little, swipes his tongue along her lips again.

She opens, happily surrendering, feeling him push back, soothing his thumb along her cheekbone. He kisses like she is the one thing he has been longing for, his happily ever after at the end of a long adventure. She kisses like he is the single point of stability in a storm, the one safe harbour in the entire world. Their spaces intertwine, slowly phasing and his one hand on her cheek is nowhere near enough. She pushes, Sy gives, and in one fluid moment and a happy sigh, she has straddled his lap, slinging her arms around his neck. She’s not letting go, not leaving this moment, and it’s almost like triumph when he embraces her, palms splaying on her back and she can feel the warmth through the thin material of her dress.

It’s a kiss for the ages, and they’re both hungry, both taking what the other gives freely. Sy’s hands wander, his fingertips teasing at the neckline to brush against heated skin, and she digs short, manicured nails into the skin of his neck, revelling in the groan he lets out. He pulls her closer, and oh. Her stomach does a somersault, a surprised giggle punctuating their kiss. Under her, Sy is hard, and the brief contact makes her all too aware of just how damp her panties have gotten.

There’s a less than discreet cough, and it pops their bubble, their gazes both snapping to the sound. 

Right.

The film crew are standing behind their gear, some squirming, clearly a little uncomfortable. Sy gives a laugh, and it’s hard not to follow. She still feels winded from the kiss, head swimming, and she touches her forehead to his, biting her lower lip.

“I think we… might have overdone it,” she whispers, lips brushing against his cheek.

“I’m inclined to agree,” Sy agrees, his shoulders shuddering with poorly disguised mirth. He looks up at the film crew, “So, are we good?”

“Yup, great! We’re really- we’re good, you guys can, uh… Yeah. Good. Thanks. Um. Yeah. Great.”

They both laugh again at the awkward crew member, and she slowly eases off Sy’s lap. It’s too much of a temptation not to glance down, to raise an eyebrow at the visible bulge pressing against his jeans. He gives her a mock-chiding look before getting up himself, taking care to not face the crew as he falls into step next to her.

“Look,” he says as soon as they are out of the building, wringing his hands as he walks, “I know we just met, and that… that back there was for a project. But, god, sugar, you got my head spinning all kinds of ways, and I… it would be rude to ask to continue right away where we left off, much as I… god, I would really, really like to kiss you again, and… other things… But maybe you would be okay with a date? Anywhere you want. You can get to know me better. I’ll answer any questions you have, I’ll bring character references, I’ll pay for dinner and dessert, whatever you want.”

Halting, she tilts her head and looks up at him. The steely look that had assessed her when he’d entered the room is gone, as is most of the smoldering passion when their kiss had broken. It still lingers in his eyes, simmering behind the hope that made them glitter.

“You’ll answer any question?” she asks, smiling at the way he eagerly nods. “Is your name really Sy?”

“Yes. Well, technically. Syverson’s my last name, so Sy’s just a nickname.”

“And your first name? You started saying something else when you came in.”

“No, that was… I was in the army for a couple of years,” he explained, pulling up one of the sleeves of his shirt to show an army insignia tattooed on his bulging bicep. She bites her tongue, wondering if he had any other tattoos on his body, almost missing when Sy continues speaking, “-made it to captain before I got my honourable discharge. Just became a force of habit to introduce myself as Captain Syverson.”

“So, you’d bring one of your army buddies as your character reference?” She slows down to a stop, clasping her hands in front of herself. “I suppose now that you’re out of the army they wouldn’t feel as compelled to make you look good.”

Sy mirrors her, feet shoulder-width apart and hands clasped in front of him, and yeah, now she can see it, the posture. Definitely army guy. “No, no, god no! The guys in my unit would sooner throw me under the bus if I asked them to vouch for me in front of a pretty lady.”

“Oh, then who’d get the honour?” she asks, blushing at his compliment.

“When you signed in, there was a girl, right? Brown hair?”

“Abigail.”

“Abby,” Sy says, glancing back towards the building. “She’s my sister. Talked me into coming today, said they needed more people.”

“She must have something major hanging over you if she got you to agree to this.” Her voice is light, joking a she inches closer to him.

“Well…” Sy drawls, taking a step forward and gently grasping her hand, “I was promised a really good kiss.”

“A really good kiss, huh?”

Just like before, he makes the first move, hooking his finger under her chin and holding her still while he closes the space, capturing her lips in another kiss. It’s searing, slowly setting her afire, and she wants it, wants him, wants everything he’s giving and everything he’s offering. He keeps it short, and she can feel herself get up on her tippy toes to get more, and damn him. Damn him, damn him, damn him. She bites her lower lip.

“So how about that date, huh, darlin’?” Sy husks out, and fuck, she can hear the smile in his voice.

“I can pick the place?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“And I can pick the time?”

“Any time you want.”

She reaches out, puts a hand on his neck, drags her fingers along warm skin and pulls him down to whisper in his ear.

“Your place. Right now. And dinner… is on me.”

[henryobsessed]

The Veterinarian and the Werewolf - Chapter 1

Summary: Jessie has completed Veterinarian school, after the death of her aunt has moved back to her home town.

word Count: 2013

A/N hello How are you all doing? we are in lockdown again here in Victoria Australia, I hope that means more time to write :)

Prologue

Chapter 1

Jessie sank into her plush foe leather couch; it had been a month since she had returned to her hometown and surprisingly her business was thriving. Even though she had yet to treat any wildlife she had a steady stream of cats, dogs, birds, ferrets, and other assortments of domestic animals heading through her doors. A big surprise to her was the number of cattle ranchers who on her arrival had asked her to make house calls to assess their cattle. Normally they paid for someone to come out to their co-op from the neighbouring bigger city. Now she was here if she could gain their trust, she would be set.

She looked around at her aunt’s old house, so many beautiful memories, Bet had been her best friend apart from the animals and had encouraged her to follow her dreams, she had even pitched in to her college fund when her parents’ life insurances had not been quite enough. She pictured her aunt standing at the stove, cooking her pancakes, grey hair piled atop her head, apron wrapped around her tall slender body, excited to cook for “The Vet” as she had lovingly called her even before she started her degree.

The last time they had spent time together she had sat on the couch, pancakes in hand. Her honey brown eyes pinning Jessie to her seat as her age roughened voice pleaded, “You can’t keep shutting people out Jessie, you have to open yourself to the possibility that you might find love, or even a good friend. You’re an adult now, and I won’t be around forever.” Her eyes misting as she whispered, “I worry about you honey, I don’t want you living your life alone like I did.”

Jessie had hugged her aunt pulling her in tight as she felt her sweet Bet’s distress. She had never asked why she was on her own, caught up in her own dramas. She had loved that it was just the two of them. But now she wondered if she had been too selfish. Once she was at college, her aunt was alone again. As if validating her aunt’s concern’s, she had received a call, a week after returning back to her last month of college. Her Aunt had suffered a major heart attack at work. Even though she was in the hospital when it had occurred, they were unable to save her. It had been a hard few months no one had come by the house for the funeral, it had just been the two of them. The local lawyer had encouraged her to sell up and move to a more populated area saying they had no need for a vet, and she had considered it. But a part of her still felt connected to the land, connected to those buried deep within the woods around their house.

He phone buzzed bringing her out of her musings, shaking the tired fog from her head she peeked at the antique gold clock above the mantel 11pm, Picking up the phone she heard a timid voice answer “Is this the vet, the one that came to our ranch last week?” mind pulled into action she answered “ yes this is the Vet what can I do for you?” a shaky breath let out as the young man responded, “I’m sorry for calling so late, My name is Thomas, my dad owns Ride em ranch. I was out checking traps around the property line, I hate them so much but dad insists we have them, a wolf has been caught. If I don’t get him out of here soon my Dad or one of the hands will come and kill him. Please what do I do?” sitting up Jessie talked in a calm voice to the boy, “First thing how is the wolf behaving?” getting up Jessie pulled her coat on whilst heading for the car, “He’s growling and whimpering at the same time ma’am, I think he would bite me if I got to close, but I can see he is in a lot of pain.” Opening the door to her pickup she jumped in glad her veterinarian bag was already in the back. “Ok Thomas tell me where you are, I am on my way”

Jessie was focused looking for the a boy in a red checked shirt and dark blue jeans, a part of her was excited, she was finally able to help a wolf, but another part of her was worried she was too late. There waving his arms illuminated by the high beams of her truck she saw Thomas, he had blond hair, brown eyes, and stood around 6 ft 3 although he had not filled out yes so even with his height looked like a young man.

Pulling up she could see his obvious fretting as he didn’t stop to talk but rather, as soon as she had her bag, started moving back into the forest. The boy was so intent on getting her there he didn���t say a word, however the closer they got the more evident it was the animal was in great distress. Long lone howls could be heard along with whimpers, when Thomas broke into the area where the wolf was his whimpers changed to savage snapping of his teeth and loud growls interrupted by his whines. The was until Jessie stepped into the opening, She could have sworn the wolf looked right at her with shock before it laid its head down and quietened. Jessie was amazed, its behaviour was one of submission and in its current state was highly unusual. She walked closer, slowly talking to the animal, “Hey boy, your ok, I’m here to help ok. Will you let me help you?”

She knelt just outside of the range where the wolf could reach her and reached into the bag, the majestic creature watched her closely but gone was the snarls and defensive growling. All that was left was his pain filled whimper, quickly assessing his weight she pulled a small tranquilizer gun out along with some prefilled darts. On seeing the gun he let out a long mournful howl that tore at her heart, “I’m sorry, but this will make you feel better I promise.” Taking aim she shot into his flank. He let out a soft yelp, they kept eye contact as he slowly lowered his eye lids.

Ok Thomas we need to move fast, I had to guess his weight and even though I am sure I’ve have put him out for the night I can’t guarantee that.” Together they moved to the brown black creature, jessie made note as they together removed the trap from its leg that the creature had seen better days. His hair was matted in places and there were other areas where the fur was missing showing signs of fights that it had been in. Carefully after assessing the rest of its body, Thomas and Jessie lifted the creature which from tail to muzzle would have been 6 ft 5 however it showed malnutrition and was much lighter that she would have expected for a creature of its size and age. In fact had Thomas not been there to help she would have been able to lift the wolf herself which said a lot for its condition. Sadness filled her as they carefully placed it in the back of the truck. Once he was securely placed in the back she turned to the young man “Thank you Thomas, I appreciate your help and your kindness” Thomas looked down at his feet for a moment before signing, “Please don’t tell my pa, he would think I was a pansy for doing this. What he fails to understand is we need to work with the wolves without them….. well we need them. Thank you for coming, I hope he survives.”

Jessie watched the tall young man in her rear vision as she dove away, there was something special about him.

On reaching her clinic she bought out a trolley and carefully picked up the wolf playing him down and wheeled him into the treatment rooms. Her first priority was x-ray the leg and make sure it wasn’t broken, as she moved around the room her other patients called out to her. A small Tibetan spaniel who was in for cherry eye surgery whimpered at her before settling down in it’s cage, along with a tabby who was recovering from a broken leg, who at all the noise hissed at her. “ohh come now calm down, we have to help this poor creature ok. I expect you both to keep him company as he recovers.” She quickly took the x-rays dismayed to see that the trap had indeed crushed his ulna and radius on the right leg. The night was long as she reset the leg and applied a cast. The sun was coming up, and her young assistant joe was walking in the front door as she finished setting the wolf up in a special cage.

Joe taken aback walked around to peer into the cage, “OMG Jessie, where did you find this boy? He is gorgeous and yet has seen better days.” Exhausted she just stood wiping her hands on her apron and started cleaning, “you look like you need a break Jessie, why don’t you go home, I’ll reschedule your non important appointments and push the urgent ones back to this afternoon so you can get some sleep.” Grateful she nodded her thanks and left the Joe to care for the grumpy cat, and Tibbey.

Jessie’s dreams were plagued with images of the wolf, his eyes that held so much pain caused her heart to constrict. The resemblance to the those she had buried so many years ago could not have been a coincidence. As she tossed and turned the images grew bolder, the wolfs from long ago circled her, she felt no fear only curiousness as they sniffed at her before one by one they laid at her feet. She knelt and stroked each one, reassuring them that she would take care of him. A loud sound broke into the now peaceful dream, her mind now fussy she picked up the phone, “Jessie” the frantic voice of her assistant invaded her calm “Jessie you have to get down here, the wolf woke up and is tearing at the cage. I can’t even get close enough to change the fluid bag. I’m scared he is going to break out.” Jumping out of bed she ran to grab her bag, not even worried that she was still in her pajamas she ran to her truck. The clinic was only 5 mins by car, but she was the only one authorised to use the tranqu gun.

Running into the clinic she could hear the panicked snarls and snaps of the wolf, the sound of the metal clanging and it tried to escape. Gun in hand she ran into the room, as Joe opened the door and her eyes met that of the wolf the strangest thing happened. Just as it had in the forest, the wolf calmed, whined and laid its head down. “well I never!!” Joe breathed in exasperation, “Teach me Obi wan, Tell me your secrets” if she hadn’t been so socked herself she would have laughed at Joe’s comment. However this was not normal wolf behaviour. Taking a risk she moved forward and sat before the creature, an odd feeling settling in her stomach as joe handed her the new bag. Talking in a calm voice she addressed the canine, “This will help you feel better ok” his eyes locked with hers as he whimpered. Risking everything she hooked up the new bag then opened the cage, going against her training she reached in and caressed him. She felt his body relax the more she stroked his neck and flank until he was once again asleep. Replacing the latch on the door she looked back a Joe both confused and amazed.

Chapter 2

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