#so I can start saving towards top surgery!!!!!

[kozidraws]

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[kitixie]

The Sapphire Ring

request: Hi! If your requests are open, I’d like to ask for a Thomas Shelby x Reader. Tommy gets injured in WW1 at some point and is taken care of the same nurse (reader) at the battlefield medic hospital. She has something distinct about her (I was thinking maybe some unique piece of jewelry so it could apply to anyone). He always remembered the nurse for helping him and the reader always remembered him as a patient she saved after losing a lot of her patients. And then years later they reconnect in Birmingham (he recognizes her jewelry first). Just helping eachother through hardship and fluff and reconnection leading to romance. You’re the best, can’t wait to see what you do with it! Thanks!

word count: 2.5k

warnings/info: no warnings for this, just sweetness and a happy ending :) also, i promise i am working on the next part of “Little Girl Gone”, so be on the lookout for that this weekend!! i had so much fun doing this request, i’d love to do more so if you have any requests, please let me know! enjoy!!

1916, in the midst of World War 1.

“Y/N, there’s a patient down the hall, he’s just out of surgery. Would you check on him, Love?”

You turned to face MaryAnn, the lead nurse tonight. Her curly brown hair framed her face a shoulders, her soft smile aimed at you.

“Of course, MaryAnn,” you said, returning her small smile.

Making your way down the hall, you ducked your head in. Most of these patients you’d already seen, so spotting a new face shouldn’t be hard. Especially if he was fresh from surgery, his moaning and grumbling would probably be heard before he was seen.

You had been working at the hospital for two years, you had only started working here because of the war. Your brother had gone off to fight, leaving you and your father home alone together. Your mother had passed away two years before that, leaving you only her cherished sapphire ring. The piece of jewelry was the only luxury your mother had ever had, growing up in a small town on the banks of Dundalk. It was a large sapphire in the center, flanked on four sides by sparking, clear diamonds. You wore the ring at all times, not much worrying if it would get messed up, as the hospital had paid you nicely, and you’d saved up a small pile just in case something happened to it. You loved the ring almost as much as your mother did, feeling as if it was your only connection left to her. You peered at the ring on your finger, continuing on your search for the mystery patient.

A few doors farther down, a loud bang came from one of the patient rooms. You rushed to the door, only to see a man standing up, and a rolling metal tray lying on the floor. You watched him for a moment, just to see what his next moves were. You observed his pale skin, almost blue tinged; then his dark hair. His head was shaved around the bottom, leaving a messy patch on the top half of his head. He looked to the tray, then to the bed, then to the window on the other side of the room. He leant over to retrieve something off the floor, when he cursed.

“Sir, are you okay?” You called, stepping into the room slowly so as not to frighten him.

He slowly turned towards you, and only when he was fully facing you did you see the bloody bandage dangling from his shoulder.

“I could use a bit of help, I suppose,” he grumbled, staring at you.

You slowly approached him, letting him see that your hands were clear. He was young, a few years visibly older than you, but young enough to justify that the only reason he was in here was because of the war.

“I’m not delusional, I know where I am. So you can stop easing towards me like I’m shell-shocked, aye?” He said, an accent coming out from somewhere.

“You can never be too cautious, ya know,” you stated, straightening your posture back up to full height, and walking normally paced towards him.

You removed his own hand from his bloodied shoulder, and nodded towards the bed. He followed orders, and sat down, rolling his head to the side so you could get a better look.

“I’m Tommy,” he offered, blowing out a deep breath.

“Y/N,” you said, focusing your attention on his now leaking stitches.

You could feel as he watched you, those blue eyes tracking your every movement precisely. He had indeed pulled out his stitches, but it was nothing you couldn’t fix.

“Ya pulled your stitches, so I hope whatever you were trying to do was worth it,” You laughed, casting him a gentle glance so he’d see the joke in your eyes.

“I was trying to get a smoke, so I’d say it was worth it.”

���You want a smoke? I’m about to restitch your shoulder, so ‘ats the least I could let ya do,” you smiled, picking up his discarded pack of cigarettes from the floor, also handing him his pack of matches.

He returned the smile, immediately struck up a match, sending the smell of smoke and tobacco throughout the room. You gently closed the door, not wanting to disturb the other patients with the smell. Walking back over to Tommy, you held a small suture kit in your hands.

“This is gonna hurt, so be ready,” you breathed, not wanting him to lash out at the pain.

“I’ll be fine, Love. But talk to me, will you? Helps distract me,” he said, exhaling a long stream of smoke from his mouth and nostrils.

“Okay,” you agreed. Readying the needle and thread you began speaking right before running the small metal piece through his skin.

“I’m from Ireland, born and raised. Although I used to live in Dundalk, now here we are in Dublin. My brother is fighting in the war, at least I assume he’s still fighting, hasn’t come home alive or in a box yet,” you joked, but feeling a slight twinge of pain in your heart. You continued, “I work ‘ere every night, I like nightshift best because it’s when the least amount of people actually come into the hospital. I don’t really handle losing patients well, but that’s another story,” you sighed, nearly done with the first few stitches.

Tommy nodded his head, releasing another puff of smoke before speaking.

“I’m from Birmingham, it’s not really a place worth talking about though. I fought in the war, ‘ts how I ended up here, but you’ve gathered that much. I’ve got a couple siblings, some still at war, some not, but they’re my only family.” he said, going back to his cigarette.

“I have the one brother, and my father. My mother died a few years ago, but it’s part of my past life now.” You spoke, finishing up the last few stitches. He hasn’t flinched the entire time.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Love. But every sorrier to say I can relate.” Tommy said, gently turing his shoulders towards you now that you were done putting him back together.

“It’s alright, I’m sorry for your loss too, it never really gets better, just more dull,” you remarked, cleaning up the kit from the small rolling tray you had placed it on.

You took notice of Tommy’s staring, following his eyes as the flicked over you, assessing every detail. His eyes caught on your ring, and he cocked his head.

“That’s a lovely ring, Mrs. Y/N,” he said, drawing out the Missus.

“It’s just Miss, and thank you,” you laughed, “it was my mothers.” You gave him a soft smile, looking toward the ring on your middle finger.

You helped Tommy settle back into his small bed, then bid him goodnight with the promise to check on him tomorrow.

-

The next evening, you barely had time to check in before MaryAnn was hounding you about Tommy. He had been refusing care all day, saying that you were the only person he’d allow to check his stitching. The other nurses had tried to reason with, tried to explain that you wouldn’t be here until 10 pm, but he would not listen. He wanted your care, and only your care. You promised MaryAnn you would handle it, and went off on your way to his room. You rapped your hand against the door, slightly cracking it open.

“Tommy?” You called out, not wanting to startle him.

“Oi, finally. I’ve been asking for you all day, where have you been, Y/N?” He said, slowly sitting himself up in the cot.

“I told you Tommy, I work nightshift. It doesn’t switch over until 10,” you laughed, “although I am flattered that you refused all care other than mine.”

“Of course I would, you have the best bedside manner of all the nurses.” taking a drag from the cigarette you hadn’t noticed earlier, “Plus you’re beautiful,” he added.

Your cheeks flushed, and you brought a hand to chest, resting it over your heart.

“Flattery rarely works on nurses, Tommy. Now let’s get those stitches checked.” You smiled, your cheeks hurting from how genuine it was.

After checking his stitches, you gave him the all clear and told him he should be released in a few days, and you swore a frown flashed across his face before straightening back out. You bid him goodnight, with the promise to see him tomorrow night.

For a week straight, this little routine carried on. You’d come see him as soon as you arrived at work, check his stitches, then the two of you would just talk. You talked with him about varying subjects, both of your families, home life (although Tommy didn’t give much away here), and your hopes for the future. You told him of your plans to travel after the war ended, and he told you how he never wanted to travel again. You would compare families, your brother palling in comparison to the array of Shelby boys that Tommy had described to you. Every night, the two of you would talk, some conversations were short, some lasted so long that MaryAnn had to come pull you from his room so that you would round on your other patients. You developed a sense of kinship with Tommy, although the two of you were admittedly very different. You got excited to go to work, marking events in your day that you were excited to tell Tommy about. You thought of him outside of the hospital, more than you should. But how could anyone resist the charms of Tommy Shelby?

On Friday night, you arrived to the hospital. You checked in, and began rounding on your patients, saving Tommy for when you had a bit of free time; you had a lot you wanted to tell him. You eventually found your way to his room, softly knocking on the door.

“Tommy?” You called, easing through the doorway.

Tommy was sitting up in his cot, stitches almost healed enough to go home. You had come to dread the day he would leave, he felt like a friend, maybe more.

“Y/N, Love, I thought you had forgotten me.” He said, adding his signature Tommy Shelby smirk to the end.

“I could never forget you, Tommy,” you blushed, “Now, let me check up on those stitches.”

He nodded his head, tipping it to the side so that you could access his shoulder better.

“How’s Georgia?” He asked. Georgia was an elderly lady who lived in your apartments, you had told Tommy about how she loved to bake for you.

“She’s good, she brought me meat pies earlier today,” you said, giving a soft smile, “These stitches look healed Tommy, I think you can go home soon.”

Tommy grew a distant look in his eye, gazing to the floor.

“I don’t really want to go, if I’m honest.” He said, pulling you from similar thoughts.

“I know Tommy, but your family probably misses you, I know I would be.” You replied, trying to coax him with a soft rub of his shoulder.

He placed his hand gently over yours, his massive hand covering the ring.

“You would be or you will be?” He said, cheekily flashing you a smile.

“I will miss you, Tommy. You have been a joy to take care of, and a good friend to talk to.” You could feel tears wanting to come from your eyes, but ever the professional, you held them back.

He gave a soft smile, placing a gentle kiss to your hand.

“If you ever find yourself in Birmingham, come find me. I’ll be at The Garrison, waiting for you.”

Tommy had mentioned The Garrison a few times, noting how it was his family’s favorite bar and pub, and how they spent most evenings there. You gave him a soft nod, and retracted your hand.

“Goodnight, and, goodbye, Thomas.” You smiled at him and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, before you exited his room.

-

1921, five years later

You found yourself staring, craning your neck up to the sign in front of you. A hundred questionable decisions had led you here, to Birmingham.

The first decision, was getting married. The second, was getting divorced. Your husband had been a prick, and you knew it when you married him but he was handsome, and certainly you could have done worse.

The third decision was traveling. You had been all over the world, but you had avoided Birmingham like it had the plague. After Tommy was discharged, you quit the hospital. Every time you would walk by his former room, tears would well in your eyes and breath would catch in your throat. You hadn’t realized how accustomed to Him you had become, not until he’d left.

But now, five years after last seeing each other, you stood in front of the doors to The Garrison.

Pushing into the pub, holding the leash on your fear and anxiety, you approached the bar. An unpleasant bar keep took your order, appearing surprised at the order of Irish Whiskey for a young lady. You got your drink, and waited. Waited to see if what Tommy had said still rang true. Had he been waiting for you?

You heard a knock, coming from the window that peered into the back room of the pub. The bar keep opened it, and you nearly fainted. There, ten feet away, stood Mr. Thomas Shelby.

You stared at him, mouth hanging open like a fool. He had only gotten more handsome, a peaky cap now sitting atop his head, which looked much better now that he had some color and a fresh haircut. He was dressed in a fine suit, looking polished and refined, like a real man, not just a patient in the hospital. His eyes caught yours for a single second, and a look of recognition flashed across his face before vanishing. The window closed, and your heart sank. He didn’t remember you, or worse, he didn’t want you here.

You stood from your barstool, slapping a bill on the bar. Your ring, that same ring Tommy had stared at and asked a hundred questions about, still sat on your middle finger. The metal slapped against the bar, and you could only look towards the floor on your way out.

A warm, pale hand snatched your arm from your side, cradling that soft hand that held the ring.

“Y/N?”

You whirled around, face to face with Tommy. He had remembered you! You wrapped your arms around his neck, embracing him in a tight hug. He returned the gesture, wrapping his long arms around you and lifting you from the floor. Your head tucked into the crook of his neck, inhaling the tobacco scent you had always associated with Tommy. He gently placed your feet back on the floor before speaking.

“I never thought you’d come,” he breathed, a grin on his face, “but I am so glad that you did, Love.” He said, just before leaning in and placing a hard, passionate kiss to your mouth.

[insuke69]

Scars that make you who you are.

☆ Hobie x FTM trans reader

Transphobia will be blocked <33

★Warnings: Angst, kissing, cursing, body dysmorphia, misgendering mentioned

☆ Rating: 13+

★Symposis: You’re feeling self conscious about your surgery scars, but luckily you have Hobie to help you through it.

☆ 827 Words, Drabble nibble.

You transitioned a while back, hell, most people in your life didn’t really know that you’re trans besides friends who knew you pre-transition and your family, and of course your partner, Hobie, knows too.

You’ve managed to save enough money to be able to afford your top surgery and finally stop wearing binders all the time! You’re comfortable in your own skin for the first time in a while, you finally no longer feel like the boy who had to wear dresses because he was stuck in a feminine body. You were living your life no longer being deadnamed and no longer being referred to with ‘she/her’.

You had your top surgery and had the beautifully flat chest you deserved, yet two crescent lines where the stitches stayed. You remember researching and looking through so many websites stating that it usually takes over six months for the insisions to heal, but thankfully the doctor elaborated, saying that the scars will stay for at least a year, so you knew you had to deal with it.

Besides that, you felt.. Not good. You knew you were lucky to finally have what so many other people wish to afford at all, you finally got rid of those pesky breasts that wouldn’t leave you alone since you were ten. But here you were: shirtless in the mirror with your hands ghosting over your chest.

It’s been a few months, around six months, you’re all healed and aren’t that sore anymore, but your stitches still hurt like if the needle and thread were just stabbed into your sensitive flesh. It already is taking so long for you to heal at all, how the scars have to heal before you can even think about being shirtless comfortably at all? And what about Hobie? What if he isn’t willing to wait with you? Or if-

“Oi, Love, Have you seen my-” Hobie just opened the bathroom door, since you two live together and his gaze was averted towards the sink for what he was looking for, but he paused and looked at your expression before murmuring “ring..”

You look over at him and hesitantly cross your arms over your chest. You haven’t really been topless in front of Hobie since before the surgery, either because you had bandages around you most of the time, or because you didn’t feel confident enough in front of him no matter what the scenario was..

“You alrigh’?” He asked as he walked over to you and settled his hands on your shoulders from behind, his gaze locked with yours in the mirror in front of you two.

His warm hands sooth your skin on your shoulders, relaxing the tense muscles that laid below your flesh. “Nothing, Nothing, just.. I don’t know, my scars feel shitty.”

Hobie’s gaze softened and wrapped his arms around your torso with his hands easing over yours, “Yeah? Why? Does i’ hur’?”

“No, I don’t like them right now, the stitches are healed at least, but they look so shitty.”

As you spoke, Hobie began ghosting gentle kisses on your shoulders and back of your neck, his hands easing yours to relax and to loosen your hold so he could see the remnants of your surgery.

“No way, You’ve go’a be fuckin’ wit’ me.” He murmured almost jokingly as his hands went to your waist and rested on your abdomen from behind, “You’re so handsome, so perfect- tits or nah, scars and all.” You felt his warm breath and lip piercing flush against the side of your neck below your ear. 

His lips closed over your skin and began kissing and sucking your sweet and soft flesh, littering purple bruises on their wake.

You chuckle and tilt your head to the side to give him more access to you, “Sure. Yeah, You’re willing to wait over a year for them to even start to fade?” You asked sarcastically which made Hobie stop kissing your neck and frown at you through the mirror.

His hold hardened and he spun you so you were now facing him and placing a hand on your lower jaw in order to make you look up at him, “I’m willing to wait decades for you just to be able t’see your smile, You won’ be rid of me until I see you adore that boy in the mirror.” 

You smiled at his words, feeling like a warmth in them is sending pure love into your heart, probably because of the pure adoration in his eyes, or the blatant truth he’s saying. Fully confident in himself and reassurance.

He smiles at you before leaning down and kissing your lips, holding you by the hips as he pulled you up onto the bathroom counter. You reciprocate with your same passion while wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Now c’mon, let me adore my man.” Hobie cooed as he eased his hands over your thighs and glide to your knees to spread them.

_____________________

Stopping it right before the smut like a true writer <3

[youredyingthatsallthereis]

kinktober day 9: public

hello! i know the prompt for today on the list im using is edging, but two of the last three things i posted before october happened to be edging pieces so at the risk of being too repetitive i decided to go for t4t soapghost gettin down in a public mens room instead. pls enjoy :)

additional tags: soap has had meta bottom surgery, ghost is non op top & bottom, ass eating, anal fingering, blow jobs, almost getting caught, risky behavior, ghost has tattoos

mood music if u please | read on AO3 | nonsenseafterdark's prompt list! | word count: 1590

soap was washing his hands in the teeny mens room, seriously contemplating either going back out to the bar and getting completely obliterated or just skipping out the back door to go home and jerk off. he hadn't wanted to come out with everyone anyway, but he knew he'd fucked up when the moment he'd sat down at the table he'd looked up to see ghost staring him down over the top of the surgical mask he'd opted for this evening.

soap had been trying to ignore the looks, the touches, the obvious lingering for months now, but his resolve had been thin at the beginning and had received no reinforcement since.

he shut the water off and sighed. telling himself to save the money and just go home and jerk off instead, but the second he turned and unlocked the door it swung open and who but lieutenant riley stepped in across the threshold, almost whacking him in the face.

soap felt his stomach drop but stood stiff at the forced proximity. "riley."

"captain," ghost greeted him. "was wonderin' what was takin' you so long back here."

"i'm an adult man, riley, i can take a piss for as long as i please," soap said flatly. "now get out the way," he added, waving a hand to ask ghost to move so he could go home.

"are you going to leave?"

soap closed his eyes and sighed. he generally prided himself on not being easy to read, but somehow simon riley had his fuckin' number, especially when they were in civilian settings. "the fuck does it matter?" he asked exasperatedly. he could be home with his hand in his pants already, but instead he was in the worlds smallest mens room staring at the most irresistible temptation that had ever waltzed into his life.

to make matters worse, ghost took a few slow steps towards him, like he was afraid that if he moved too quickly soap would scare off like a wild animal. "rather you not is all, sir," he said, now standing so close that soap could smell his aftershave even through his mask "can't stand being in places like this without you."

soap looked him up and down as best he could without moving his head. "what're ye gettin' at, simon?"

the name had just slipped out, but the effect was instant: ghost's eyes widened slightly and his entire body perked up at hearing his first name come out of his captain's mouth, something that happened rarely and only when they were totally alone together.

"suppose i'd just rather you stay is all," ghost said, and after hesitating only a fraction of a second he took one more half step forward, delicately putting his fingertips on soap's chest. "sir" he added, eyes flicking between soaps eyes and lips.

"what are you doing, simon?"

ghost pulled his mask down, breathing a bit harder than the situation warranted through slightly parted lips. "guess."

soap slammed him up against the bathroom door, pinning his hands up over his head. "if i didn't know any better i'd say you're comin' on to your fuckin captain," soap growled, just barely hovering over ghosts mouth, "like an insubordinate slag."

ghost practically beamed, painfully smug for someone pinned up against a door by a guy who had ten pounds on him. "i was starting to think you'd never notice, sir - "

soap snapped; he was on him in a moment, silencing him with a harsh kiss that ghost seemed all too eager for.

deciding that fuck it, if he was going that far he might as well go all the way, soap used his free hand to grab ghost's crotch, rubbing up on his tdick through his trousers. ghost moaned loud, far too loudly for being in a public restroom, and soap kissed him harder too as if that would somehow make him quiet down.

ghost shamelessly spread his legs a bit and rutted up against soap's palm. "gonna take me right here, sir? have me right here; right now?" ghost breathed, clearly putting everything he had into tempting soap, apparently not realizing just how far gone soap already was.

"you'd like that, wouldn't you," soap said, and still keeping one hand holding ghost's over his head, he reached down with the other to undo his trousers and slip into his pants.

ghost moaned again, and soap reflexively let go of his wrists to clap a hand over his mouth. "moanin' like a fuckin' whore, riley, whole bar's gonna hear you if you keep that up," soap chastised as he ran two fingers up and down his folds, slicking him up to start jerking him off.

"hnggh." soap moved his hand to rest on ghost's throat. "only a problem if anyone saw me follow you in here," he teased, biting his lip to stifle another groan while soap kept working him.

soap shook his head; he'd had a feeling from ghost's behavior that he'd be like this but was somehow still almost surprised. "bend over the sink," he said, pulling his hand back with no warning and stepping to the side.

ghost looked positively thrilled and did as he was told with no back talk. soap moved behind him and as he pushed down the waistband of ghosts pants and trousers realized he had a -

"a fuckin tramp stamp?"

"i'd hardly call them that, but whatever makes you happy sir," ghost said, wiggling his arse just a bit so that the two scorpions just above his pelvis swayed back and forth a bit. "besides, more where that came from if inks your thing."

soap rolled his eyes and yanked ghost's pants down with no further comment, getting down on his knees so that the soles of his boots were barely up against the door.

"oooh cap, if i knew you'd offer i'd have - "

"shut up, simon." soap spread his cheeks and licked over his arsehole; he could hear ghost gasp into his own palm at the sensation.

"nice and quiet now," soap said, spreading him further and not hesitating to eat his fill.

it didnt take long before ghost was writhing and whining under soaps tongue; soon he had two fingers in ghost's arse and the lieutenant was gripping the sink hard enough that soap, if he had noticed, would have been concerned about it breaking.

he pulled back for a second to tell him: "jerk off, riley, get yourself off for me."

"yessir - " so smug earlier, ghost sounded almost wrecked now, the affirmative slipping out like hot honey while ghost quickly got a hand on himself to do as he was told.

soap kept up a steady pace working in and out of his arse while he did, pushing him closer and closer -

KNOCK KNOCK

"OCCUPIED!"

ghost paused touching himself to hold back a chuckle. "bit obvious there, sir - "

"shut up and keep touchin' yourself," soap demanded, pushing his fingers back deeper into ghost's arse. the lieutenant's head dropped back down and he moaned into his fist again.

soap got his free hand on his own cock, full-body shuddering at finally getting some friction against where he was aching for it while ghost rocked back onto his fingers and tongue until the lieutenant gasped and clenched hard around him, knees knocking together and back arching through an orgasm.

soap pulled his fingers out and gave his hole one last firm lick before he stood up, cock still in his free hand. "alright?"

ghost heaved a breath and pushed himself back mostly upright. "'alright?' he says, as if he didnt just have his tongue in my arse," ghost said turning to face him. his eyes quickly dropped to soaps cock and he dropped to his knees even faster. "please sir?" he said, hiking his pants up and shuffling forward.

soap planted his feet and leaned back against the door. "have at it, then," he said, nodding at his dick.

he'd also had a hunch about this, but it still felt good to be right: ghost sucked dick like a champ, making sure every inch of him got all the attention it deserved, letting soap fuck into his mouth and rut up against his tongue, tracing careful circles around his tip and -

the knob twisted and with sudden pressure up against soaps back, he drove his heels down hard into the floor and pushed back against the door. "GIVE US A MOMENT!" he hollered, again much too loudly, cursing himself for not having locked the fuckin' door.

"come on, si, be good for me," he urged ghost on, "let me cum in your mouth now and i'll fill up your pussy later - "

ghost buried his face in soap's bush, letting out a pleasured groan at the suggestion, and kept working him with his tongue until -

"shit - "

soap tried not to tear at his hair while he came, half bent over the top of ghost's head from the stimulation that was quickly moving towards painful, thighs tensing and flexing while he tried not to make excessive noise.

he finally let go of ghost, hastily moving to pull his trousers back up and urging ghost to do the same. "sure everyone's fuckin' noticed we're gone by now," he said, knowing no one would have the nerve to ask him to his face.

ghost chuckled, pants redone, attempting to smooth out his hair. "hopefully whoever you said 'give us a moment' to wasn't someone we're here with." he leaned over and kissed soap on the cheek. "sir."

[onlyongallifrey]

can u do a 9th doctor x male reader smut?

Warnings: 18+ only, trans male reader so afab anatomy, reader has top surgery scars

a/n: Hell yes I can!! I love asks like this, short, sweet and to the point :D best part is I can write it however I want! Sick! Hope you enjoy this!

30 Minutes

Thirty minutes.

Thirty minutes was all the time you both had together, at least, alone anyways. You couldn't remember the last time the two of you were able to really be alone in the privacy and seclusion of the TARDIS. Hell, with the amount of adventures the Doctor loves to go on, not to mention all the companions he loves to bring along, you're barely able to even sit down. You had been traveling with Rose and Jack for so long and so often, you honestly forgot what relaxing even was. You were exhausted, and you could tell the Doctor was, too.

Rose and Jack left to go get food for everyone, and you got a call from Rose letting you know it would take about thirty minutes before they were able to get it and come back so you all could eat and relax together. You couldn't lie to yourself; you really didn't want either of them to come back. However, the Doctor seemed to feel the opposite.

You both were spent, exhausted after the last few back to back trips with so many people and barely any time together at all. Didn't help that the Doctor had to save the world almost every single time. Quite frankly, you had enough of all of this scurrying around and saving one world after another. You just wanted a bit of downtime with the man you loved, and now you do. But it's only thirty minutes.

"Only thirty minutes, can you believe that? Only thirty minutes of time. The hell are we supposed to do, talk the whole bloody time?" The Doctor openly complained, pacing around the center console while you sat down on a set of stairs. "Thirty minutes, that's thirty minutes of nothing! Time wasted! We could be several galaxies from here by now, did you know that?"

You chuckled a bit to yourself at his antics, as he was always so antsy. Always eager to go to a new place, never very fond of staying in one for too long. You, however, didn't enjoy the idea of going anywhere else at all at the current moment. And you knew that if you didn't do something, he'd probably end up attempting to fly the ship somewhere else in the universe before Rose and Jack could even come back. So, you took it upon yourself to offer him a pleasant distraction.

"Doctor?" You try to catch his attention, but he's still just pacing around, blabbing to himself. "...Doctor?"

He doesn't pause even for a moment. You know that you're going to have to catch his attention in some way or another. You don't really know how to go about that at first, until you finally get an idea. You smirk to yourself, knowing that this always works, every single time.

"Oh, Doctor? It's getting very warm in here." You say cheekily, and you take note of how the Doctor pauses for a second. "Oh goodness, I guess I'll just have to take my shirt off!"

You announce this loudly, making a show of lifting your shirt off of your body, feeling the cold air of the TARDIS start to hit your warm skin. You suppress a shiver, but you feel yourself start to warm up when he finally looks at you. A mere glance at first, but he does a double take and begins to stare at your body, your beautiful skin and the handsome scars on your chest. He takes a deep breath, which makes you grin. You love how you have this much control over him.

"Well...maybe it isn't really a waste of time after all, then." He says firmly, clenching his jaw before a wide grin spreads across his face. "You've been waiting for this, haven't you? Come to think, it has been a while since we've been alone, hasn't it?"

His voice is low as he begins to move toward you with an intense look in his eyes. God, you love when he gets that look. You remember all the times during dangerous situations when he'd get that look in his eyes. And now here he was, stalking towards you with that same look, like a predator stalking his prey. It makes you feel so much warmer.

"You're right, it is pretty warm in here, isn't it? Very stuffy." The Doctor says quietly as he stands right in front of you, still entranced by only your upper half. "I think you might need to take these off as well."

He tugs at your waistband, pulling you against him, beginning to unbutton them. You waste no time, letting them fall to your feet along with your underwear and kicking them away, the only thing you're left wearing is a pair of socks as you had kicked off your shoes a while ago. The Doctor has to suppress a groan at your nude body, realizing just how long it's actually been since the two of you even had a little bit of privacy. He runs his rough hands over your skin, the sensation making you shiver. His left hand grabs your chin and tilts your head upwards as he leans in to kiss you, the two of you unable to help yourselves as you both groan into the kiss, fully entranced by each other by this point.

You grip the sides of his jacket, the worn leather soft under your hands. His mouth quickly goes on its own path away from your lips and to your neck, starting to kiss and bite on the sensitive flesh. You moan loudly as his wandering hands begin to squeeze your soft bits, gripping your ass and thighs with a quiet desperation. He hasn't been like this in a long time, and fuck, do you love it. He begins to guide you down to the floor of the TARDIS, the metal frigid against your nude skin. This time you do shiver, but not only because of the cold chill, but also because the Doctor has begun to strip as well, tossing his jacket and shirt to the side and beginning to unbutton his pants.

Your breathing grows a bit more rapid, and you feel your sex start to pulse in anticipation. The Doctor doesn't take his pants off, instead opting to pull them down slightly, pulling his moderately large cock out from it's restraints. He's VERY hard, as his left hand moves to stroke it up and down. He looks down at you with both a loving and lustful look, admiring you intensely as his right hand creeps down your body until his fingers find the right spot.

You whine as he slowly pushes a finger inside, your sex already wet and aching with a need for something much bigger. Though, he doesn't yield, pushing one more finger into your depths and slowly moving them in and out, your body beginning to writhe at the cruel teasing. His thumb skillfully moves to your clit, moving around in circles in just the right way, your eyes squeezing shut as you take it all in.

"Look at you, I can't believe I didn't do this sooner. Sometimes I forget about how irresistible you are." The Doctor scolded himself as his fingers still move within you, now starting to move at a quicker pace. "That's terrible of me. Have I reminded you of how absolutely gorgeous you are today? Well, you're getting it now."

His thumb moves at a pace that has you seeing stars, your teeth clenching before you moan aloud. You don't see it, but the Doctor is stroking himself at the same pace, watching you and your body intently, making sure that he was doing everything right and making you feel as good as you deserve. He can't help but watch you in awe.

"You're absolutely soaked down here. Are you really enjoying this that much? Do I really make you feel that good?" He comments, beginning to get even more desperate to have you. "Oh, you're such a good boy. Taking it so well for me. Don't worry sweetheart, I'll give you what you want."

He stops, pulling his fingers out from your sex which causes you to whine involuntarily. He tsks at you, before pushing the digits that were inside you into your mouth, making you taste yourself.

"Go on and clean me off, I'll give you what you want after. You'll be a good boy, won't you?" The Doctor speaks lowly, and you groan before beginning to suck on his fingers. "Very good, was that so hard? You're doing so well."

It doesn't take long before his fingers leave your mouth, that hand moving to grip your hip as he positions himself at your entrance. His cock moves in between your folds, pushing it back and forth, teasing you. Finally you can feel him beginning to press against you, and you bite your lip.

"That's it, slowly..." He says quietly, slowly beginning to push himself inside you, and you grit your teeth. "You're alright, don't worry love, just tell me if it's too much, okay? You're doing fantastic."

You let out a shaky breath as he finally sheathes himself completely within you, and your breath gets quicker as you feel a fullness you haven't gotten to experience in a while. He pauses, letting you grow used to his size again, even though it doesn't take you very long. You nod at him, smiling softly. That's all the confirmation he needs before slowly beginning to move, setting a nice, even pace.

Both of you are panting heavily, and the Doctor can't help but start to speed up, having been so deprived of you and your body for so long, he forgot the pleasures of flesh entirely until now. Now he just couldn't stop, pumping himself in and out of you like a well oiled machine, your hands moving to grip his shoulders as he moves to your neck, nuzzling his face into it as he fucks you hard and deep. Your nails start to claw at his back as he goes harder and harder, both of you getting lost in the sensation of your bodies.

The pleasure is intoxicating, so intoxicating in fact that you both completely lose track of time. You both don't even realize that time is even passing until you're screaming into nothing as he groans loudly, filling you to the brim with his cum. He moves to start again, cock still throbbing with a desperate need to continue, to keep going and never stop, the Doctor, he needs you, needs you constantly–

"Doctor! I think we've lost track of time!!" You say suddenly, bringing him back to reality, a look of panic on your face. "How long have we've been at it for–?!?"

The Doctor scrambles up, pants falling to his ankles comically as he runs to the console, checking the time. His eyes widen as he realizes it's been waaaay more than 30 minutes. He swallows. The Doctor swiftly moves to clean the two of you up as fast as possible and look even somewhat presentable before you both go out looking for Jack and Rose.

"I can't believe that happened, dammit, I should have put the TARDIS into stasis, that way this wouldn't have happened– oh I hope they're okay, you think they got lost?" The Doctor speaks to you in a panic, eyes frantic. "You don't think they got attacked, do you?"

"I'm sure they're fine, Doctor. Food was probably late being prepared, that's all." You say, fixing up your clothes. "Look, we're gonna go find them, okay? It's fine! Let's just go and–"

You open the TARDIS doors to see Rose and Jack right by it, sitting on a bench and eating their food, giggling when they see you and the Doctor leave the TARDIS. The Doctor looks at them puzzled, wondering why they're laughing to themselves as your face turns hot, realizing why they're giggling.

"You two have fun in there?" Jack asks, and Rose punches his shoulder before laughing even harder, covering her mouth with her hand. "Sure sounded like it!"

"What are you talking about–?" It takes the Doctor a moment to realize it, seeing you covering your face with your hands, but when he does, he pauses. "Oh! Oh. Oh no."

Even after the two of you get your food and go back into the TARDIS, Rose and Jack can't help but tease the two of you for the next few trips, while also giving you both a bit more privacy. It's embarrassing, but also refreshing, as you and the Doctor get a lot more date nights after that.

Guess thirty minutes wasn't enough.

~Fin~

[missmarveledsblog]

I'll show you different (Joel Miller x Reader ) Part 9 No outbreak! au

summary : as peach is wondering what happens next.. she doesn't expects the outcome and leading to things she never thought would happen nor things she would do .

warnings : mentions of domestic abuse , unrealistic law gibber jabber , fluffy

previous part

It wasn’t long til more and more showed up maria gave her statement , neighbor gave their own , camera footage and  his own dash cam added into the evidence . all the documents , court orders that held on her side being put through a fine comb and yet none of that was a priority . the priority in all their minds right now was on a table as surgeons fighting to save her life.  Maria was shaken it all happened in the blink of an eye , from him being on top of peach , to him plunging the knife in her gut , how peach pushed her way to take the brunt of his anger .  tommy memories of old friends fate to a new friend someone he considered family fate was hanging in the balance . nathan guilt of not seeing it sooner , not putting stop to it sooner . joel’s whole life behind that door , the first time in long time of opening up and it was or could be gone . each holding on to that hope she was going to be ok this was going to be something they would look back at and wondered how it was their life.  One thing they oddly felt grateful was john was still unconscious the stress of it all would kill the man .  they hoped they didn’t need to be delivering different kind of news .  

His eyes never left the door even as it opened he was first to stand  , trying to gauge the expression of the mans face coming towards the group . 

“ family of miss y/n l/n “ 

“ here “ joel  nodded , “ we’re her family , her grandfather is in a coma and sherif is here too “ . 

“ she is extremely lucky , it was touch and go for a while whoever try intended to do as much damage as possible but she is stable and will need to be on bed rest to recover , i will had over everything as soon as i can nurses are also taking pictures as requested “ he nodded. 

“ who requested them ?” sherif head tilted. 

“ miss y/n told us no matter what to give the extent of  her injuries to the sherif , including the dna we might find on her skin “ . 

“ smart girl “ he shook his head. 

“ you can see her as soon as their finished and all pictures and stuff will be sent to the lab , another bed will be put in her grandfathers room “ he nodded. 

“ thanks doc “ joel shook his hand as they all walked toward her grandfather room only to see the man himself sitting up . 

“ hey john “ tommy wince giving current state of the rest of them . 

“ listen old man what were going to tell you is going to be a lot but you need to stay calm she is ok and will be here shortly” maria smiled weaked. 

“ why y’all covered in blood  and who’s that guy or the two guys that sitting outside my room “ he asked . 

“ i’m nathan barnes friend and lawyer of your granddaughter , this is her blood , her ex took her but she fought back and he’s dead but she alive and out of surgery be here soon “ he explained as the monitor started beeping . 

“ calm yourself she fought like hell so she needs you alive” joel snapped. 

“ she’s ok ?” 

“ yeah she’s a fight so course she is , little bad ass “ tommy grinned. 

“ she save my life” maria smiled as tears filled her eyes . 

“ you saved mine first burst in like annie oakley “ the voice croaked 

“You little shit i go into a coma and you do all this “ her grandfather held his chest. 

“ oh give up  i fought back and won” she rolled her eyes as they all glared at her. “ no yelling this is hospital “ she added. 

“  little peach your gonna give us all a heart attack “ he grumbled .

 “ sweet as a peach i think i get why they call you that” nathan chuckled. 

“ i thought it was cause she got a nice ass” tommy winked only for maria to slap him . 

“ it’s because i ate all the peach filling on my grandma  that my grandpa said i was going to turn into one “ she yawned. 

“ there must of been a dozen peaches in that filling “ her grandfather chucked . 

Yet joel laughed til he saw the bruises formed around her neck , the cuts on her lip and cheeks as well as bruises scattered all over the part he could see . 

“Hey i’m ok other than sore side and aches and sounding like darth vader .. i’m alive and i’m ok “ she smiled softy . “ i fought back for first time in my life i didn’t run” . 

“ you scared the shit out of us all “ he sighed taking her hand in his . 

“ yeah i was scared  i was scared being back in that house more than the man that brought me there” 

“  he did what! “ her grandfather exclaimed as monitors start beeping loudly once more . 

“ why is that place still up ?” she asked . 

“ cause i was waiting til you gave the ok to bring it down its all your name now kid “ he sighed. 

“ well then bring it down til nothing left” she croaked  god even talking hurt . 

“ ok ok enough of this talk , save your voice they’re gonna wanna talk to you after about all this” sheriff spoke up .  

“ am i in trouble “ she asked . 

“ no darling i’ll make sure of it “ he patted her cheek softly. 

“ but i could be ?” she asked  more fear in her her voice . 

“Worry about getting better let me worry about the legal stuff  all this evidence we’ve got not a chance of it even going to trial “ nathan smiled. 

“ big city lawyers would know more” tommy winked . 

“ he’s right time to put you first ok  “ joel smiled soft not once did he move from her side on his hands from hers . afraid if he let go he would somehow lose her again . he heart was still beating fast at fact he almost lost her the first time .  seeing her in such a state he heart crashed and fell like it was hovering above ground stuck in a limbo if it was going to break or not and shit still felt like that . seeing her beaten, bruised and weak even though she was the victor in the fight hell it was close to being a loss no one of them would be able come back from .  now she could be in more trouble which he couldn’t understand one bit she tried to get away the evil bastard hunted her down like an animal . nathan was already working a strong case as well as email and text witnesses .  along her own evidence she was so easily able to give . 

A couple of weeks in the hospital she was called to the court house bundle of nerves as she walked into the room seeing the judge and The D.A. standing looking through files of her things picture of when she was younger and in new york , xrays of broken ribs , arm and wrists .  joel stood at her side given her grandfather wasn’t able to and honestly the images  in front of him would send the old man to the grave. 

“ you’re probably wondering why we called you here huh?” the D.A Micheal smith stood .

“ am i being charged?” she asked her voice shaking . 

“  no in this state” the judge spoke up . 

“ but on the condition you attend therapy ,  it’ not a punishment  more of a helping hand of support this is case  probably the most straight forward case of self defense and giving that he followed you here took you by force  , attacked you with force and deadly weapon and your not only protecting your self but your friend and your property , the law is on your side y/n and it sad it was taken to these lengths  “ michael shook his head . 

“ your are strong young lady , remarkable in the strength is something admirable we wish you the best young lady “ the judge stood held out his hand as she shook it still processing the fact she wasn’t being haul off to prison.   

“ your lawyer also has something to discuss with you about properties and stuff so we’ll let you go and deal with that  , here’s my card if you need anything let me know “ michael smiled. 

“ here’s mine too little lady actually my wife holds a support group for women like yourself please feel free to stop by whenever you are ready “ the judge stood . 

“ thank you ?” she was almost asking as they walked out of the room completely .  “ that’s it i’m finally free from this whole thing “ she looked up tears in her eyes trying to process the feeling she was finally free . she couldn’t imagine a day where she could live and not look over her shoulder  having the monster hunting her and now she wasn’t the prey she was the purveyor of it all . she found her damn hardest  and came out the other side . now she live her life ,  like really live her life without anything holding her down  well other than recovery but if she survived the hell  already she could face it all. 

She and joel met nathan at the cafe near the courthouse knowing what was already to happen as he was finishing off the rest of the whole situation he sat smiling brightly like he was the cat that got the cream but then again it was just the fact it ended better than what he thought it would be . the outcome he was expecting was visiting her grave and not here in a cafe . 

“ so i got more good new since he had no other family nor took you out of the will well everything is your the bank  transferred  the fund in your own account  and his properties and cars will all be yours” he smiled .

“ does that mean i have to leave here” she asked almost sadly . 

“ no , you wanna stay here til your 90 then you can , they’ll be there for you  i can sort transport for the cars and …” 

“ sell the cars and donate the money to shelters and whatever from the properties i want to go to two college funds for sarah and ellie miller  and before you say anything it my way of thanking you for everything and it not going to change so accept it “ she turned as joel felt open so fast she thought it was gonna land on the floor . 

“  peach that’s too much honestly i know you love the girls but  and i didn’t help you for you to do this “ he began to speak . 

“ i know you did it without a reward but it not a reward what am i gonna do with all that money  “ she shrugged like it was nothing . 

“ done what about the firm?” nathan asked. 

“ you have it “ she smiled brightly. 

“ maybe you need to sleep and think about all this “ he gulped. 

“  stay on as my lawyer from new york run the firm , you are one who helped me when i thought no one  would ever believe me lost friends and your girlfriend because of all this  i mean it doesn’t even come close to repaying you for how you helped me “ she spoke from the heart he was the first person to see her to help her that was something she would never forget . 

“ only if your my partner in it i mean hell it could be doing nothing but knowing your tied to it all still would make it feel better “ he smiled feeling himself getting choked up . 

“ nope i’ll be your client but this is for you “  . 

“ ok ok thank you “ he hugged her tightly . 

“ thank you from me and the girls honestly its too much “ joel pulled her into a hug . 

“ hey so how does feel to be rich “ nathan chuckled  as they sat down . 

“  i like the fact i’m free more  i never thought i would be “ . 

“ well if anyone deserves this goodness  i would say it you hell your one of my favorite people “ nathan nudged her . 

“ your one of mine  , another is beside me “ she shyly looked at joel . 

“ well least i can leave knowing she will ok especially after meeting you  , it was a pleasure getting to know you joel and your brother and was finally amazing to meet your grandpa it’s shit it was under the circumstances but she alive so i can’t be any happier  i better get going peach i got my flight to catch if your thinking of visiting please let me know and you guys too  , already have plans with your grandfather so “ he chuckled standing as she hugged him again only tears weren’t falling down just her face as he held her  a bit  tighter , kissing her head .  “ i love you kid honestly never stop being you “ he pulled back .

“ it was good meeting you and visit on better circumstances “ joel held his hand out only to pull the man into a hug . 

“ take care of her for me … don’t worry i don’t love her like you do “ nathan whispered pulling back as joel chuckled .   the two led him out waving as he went off  , she was still crying as joel arm was wrapped around her shoulder holding her to his side. 

“ can we go home now “ she sniffled looking up . 

“ yeah come on peach “ 

She felt her eyes widen at the numbers in her account  , she knew he had money but actively seeing how much was astounding . she wasn’t thinking of herself though when she was thinking of the people in her life .  each playing a major part of making her feel happiness she’s ever known and sticking by her side when most would of easily told her to stay away , that her trouble and shit wasn’t theres to deal with but not they literally even risked their lives to have her in their lives making sure she wasn’t alone anymore . even if she had all the money and riches in the world it wouldn’t  be near enough compare to those people in her life . they meant so much more  and ever will  in short span of time they showed her what it was to matter and honestly feel wanted  make her feel human .   she really did luck out in her darkest moment she had people keeping  the light on her and it was only just the start.  More so the man at her side , he opened his home , stayed with her during night she couldn’t sleep or even when she was in the hospital  hell he even showered in the damned place .   she thought she knew what love was , she knew love but not love love . the love she felt for joel was something she only ever seen in movie , book or her grandparent even with her grandmother gone she could see the love her grandfather harbored for his late wife .  she never felt this for her ex husband not even when things were good , she never felt it for anyone before it was totally new , scary and yet welcoming as her hand was in his . touches like this becoming the new norm she wasn’t stupid or naive to think it was just friendly and yet she was still so nervous to take the next step , cross the line of whatever this was to something more. What if she was too damaged to give the love she felt to him in away he deserved .  But wasn’t that what life was about , what living was about. Taking such risks because even though in her experience it never was good but this time she could feel it was different , it would be different .  She didn’t realize how lost she was in her mind til she felt the hand move and the view of their street out the passenger side window .  the  midday sun casting it like over her as she got out of the truck .  the brightness and heat was nothing like the fire that was burning inside her as she stood thinking it all over til she  shook her head knowing she didn’t need to overthink anymore , she was free to make her own choices in life .  like the new lease on life finally setting in as she rushed around the truck ignoring the gathering audience on joel porch  no in that moment the only one in her mind was the man before her .  her hand reaching up to behind his head and her lips crashing against his  , a pleasant surprise when his own pulled her  closer almost instantly he was responding like he could read her mind but she didn’t care for the reason just savoring the feeling of his lips against her own .  How right it felt , how  she didn’t know that this was the feeling she was missing all her life . pulling away she rested her head against his chest a smile so wide she was sure her cheeks would hurt .  looking up words didn’t need to be spoken it was all there in a simple look all that love and adoration channeled between two souls . 

“ praise fucking jesus it’s about time “ tommy called as they looked up see the group beaming down at the two . “ y’all can suck face later come on peach we are celebrating to your new life “ he cheered as they broke out laughing . 

“ i thought i’d be dead and buried before it happened “ john called. 

“ we can drive off just say the word “ joel winked . 

“ i made your favorite mac and cheese “ maria shouted. 

“  yeah maybe after that “ she giggle running ahead as he followed  never did he smile as much as he did in that moment maybe he wasn’t so bad after all . all those harsh words of his ex gone when he was able to have peach  even if it was just that moment but something told him it wasn’t going to be that way he would make sure to not let a woman like that go so easily. 

last part

taglist : @harriedandharassed @missladym1981

[downbad4yoongi]

Namjoon x reader

First Responder AU

Word count: 7156

Friends to lovers

Warnings: mature, smut 🔞(choking, vaginal sex, blowjob, fingering, edging), fluff

Summary: Namjoon's clumsiness proves to be your saving grace.

Thank you, @colormepurplex2 for the banner and the cheerleading.

The blue curtain partitioning off this emergency room bay from the others pulls back, the metal hooks jangling against each other as you lift the tablet in your hand to greet the newest patient to come into the ER. With a few swipes, you access the patient information causing you to stop short and snap your head up.

“Really, Namjoon! Again?” You look down at his lounging form, dressed in black joggers and a cream shirt, on the hospital bed cradling a heavily bandaged hand to his chest. At least he has the decency to look ashamed. You rest back on your hip, the tablet braced against your waist, “You couldn’t have made it five more days before ending up here again?”

Before he can respond, a fellow nurse walks up and silently holds their hand out. With an eyeroll and sigh, you reach into the pocket on the front of your scrub top and pull out three neatly folded bills and slap them into their hand. They smirk at the two of you before spinning with a loud laugh and heading back to the nurses’ station.

The chastised look on Namjoon’s face has morphed into a small frown, “What was that about?”

“That was about you not being able to go another week before ending up in my ER again.” You draw the curtain closed and move to his side, looking down at the tablet to review the information provided by EMS. You blink a few times at the screen before lifting your head to peer at him, “Nearly sliced your thumb off… how?”

You’ve known Namjoon two-thirds of your life seeing as he is your older brother’s closest friend. Ever since they were thrown together for a science project in middle school, they have been thick as thieves. In all that time, you don’t think you have ever seen Namjoon turn as red as he is turning right now.

Eyes cast downward and mumbles, “I was tryi-”

“Speak up for the class. I can’t hear you.”

With a roll of his eyes, his head flops back on the pillow, “I was trying to cook dinner, and turns squash is more difficult than I thought to cut through.”

Your lips purse, cheeks inflating in an effort not to laugh. The urge is a terrible pressure building in your chest; you turn, giving him your back, hand smacking across your mouth to muffle the laughs that do manage to escape. Tears prick your eyes in your effort to exercise restraint. Several beats pass with you taking in deep lungfuls of air before you spin back around to face him. “So, terribly sorry. That was unprofessional of me.”

“Quite. Don’t think I won’t tell Teddy about how poorly his sister treated me when I was in need.”

“Whatever. It’s not like he’d expect anything else.” You set the tablet down on the rolling tray and wrap your fingers around his right forearm and pull it towards you to get a better look at the hastily done bandage wrap. You can already see that blood has started to seep through the final layers of the gauze. “I’ll be right back. I need to gather the necessary supplies to clean the area before the doctor comes to stitch you up. If you’re lucky, you won’t need surgery.”

You walk out of his medical bay, leaving his curtain open, and head toward the locked supply cabinet. Using the key on your lanyard, you open the doors and pull the needed items out before relocking it, and making a stop by the nurse's station to ask them to page the on-call doctor. Leaning against the desk, you giggle at a joke your coworker makes as she reaches for the phone to page the doctor. Before she can complete the action though, you feel the body heat of someone next to you, standing way too close to be appropriate. Your shoulders stiffen as the newcomer leans on the desk next to you, his left hand moving to lightly cup your waist. 

“What’s so funny?” he asks.

Straightening abruptly you step away, jaw tight as your eyes fill with anxiety. “You would have had to be here to understand. I’m going to finish prepping the patient, and then he’ll be ready for you.” You turn abruptly and make your way back to Namjoon. Your breath leaves you shakily as the items in your arms clatter onto the metal tray.

“What was that?” he asks, his chin tilting to gesture toward the desk, concern laced in his voice.

Shaking your head sharply, “Nothing.” You slip your small hands into the nitrile gloves as you angle to face him, “Now, let’s get you prepped.”

His frown deepens, but he holds out the injured hand out to you. Bracing his arm with one hand, you slowly start to unwind the gauze wrapping his injury. After a few minutes, light is finally cast upon the damage. The note about severing his thumb was a little extreme, but was a close description. You hold his hand closer to you, looking at it from all angles; a few more centimeters, Namjoon would be getting scheduled for surgery right now and you tell him as much.

“Stop being ridiculous,” he scoffs.

“I’m not being ridiculous, Joon. A few more centimeters and you would have severe nerve and muscle damage that could only be repaired by surgery and a lot of occupational therapy. So next time, buy the pre-cut squash, ‘kay?”

Your eyes flick up and catch his wide eyes, his face a bit ashen as he takes your words to heart and nods. 

The corner of your mouth turns upward as you start cleaning the wound and treating it with a numbing agent in preparation of the doctor. Light chatter is traded between you both as you work. The banter comes to an abrupt stop as you feel a heavy palm against your back.

It doesn’t go unnoticed by Namjoon that your shoulders tighten and jaw perceptibly clenches as you are joined by the ER doctor on call. You avoid looking at Namjoon as the doctor introduces himself to Namjoon.

“Hello, um, Namjoon Kim. I’ll be the doctor attending to you this evening. I’m Dr. Brogan Rothport. Looks like you are here because of a severe laceration?”

You can feel Namjoon’s eyes flick between you and the doctor, who’s hand is still resting on your back. You hurry through the remaining cleansing and slide out of the way as soon as you can possibly manage.

Dr. Rothport moves into the vacated space looking down at the supplies you already have ready for him. He hums under his breath, “Sweetheart, can you grab me a pair of gloves?” He turns to you with an overly– unwanted– smile. “Then we can get started.”

You yank two gloves out of the box on the wall and drop them unceremoniously on the tray, “Not your sweetheart.” You shift out of reach of the doctor, moving to the other side of Namjoon’s bed.

“Don’t be ridiculous. You know I don’t mean anything by it, you’re just my favorite nurse,” he quips nonchalantly.

Before you can respond, Namjoon intercedes his free hand snaking around your waist, pulling you closer. “I don’t think she’s being ridiculous at all. After all she’s only one person’s sweetheart, isn’t that right, jagiya?”

You fight every instinct in you that wants to react and push Joon away from you. Instead you lean into his hold, your own hand gently sifting through the black strands of his hair, “You’d be correct in that, aegi.” You look down at him, and force yourself to smile at him and pray that it looks like a smile one would give to their significant other.

A sharp clearing of a throat breaks your gazes. “Oh, I wasn’t aware you had a boyfriend. I assumed you were single.”

You force a tight smile, the hand at the base of Namjoon’s head flexing a little, “Well, you know what they say about assuming.”

The doctor’s eyes narrow as he glares at you, “Why didn’t you tell me you were with someone?”

“Well, I tend to not talk about my personal life at work, and I am sure I’ve mentioned my love to you before. You’re just so busy that it’s probable it slipped your mind.”

You watch the doctor force a smile of his own as he gloves up, “This is  wonderful news, regardless.” He threads the needle and glances at Namjoon, “Well, you should definitely come to the holiday party I’m throwing for everyone this weekend. I’d love to have you.”

A smile naturally spreads across Namjoon’s full lips as he meets the doctor’s gaze, “Of course I’m coming. I was so excited when she told me it was happening. We’re just quibbling over what to bring; we hate showing up empty handed.”

You ease to a stop in front of Namjoon’s apartment building and shift your car into park. Since you were at the end of your shift when he showed up, you agreed to drop him off at his place rather than him calling your brother to pick him up. The entire twenty minute ride was a stifling silence with a soundtrack of throwback hits.  You shift in the driver’s seat, clearing your throat, “So how are we going to play this?”

Namjoon stills before shifting back to face you. “Play what?

“This fake relationship we are suddenly in.”

“We don’t have to play anything. Just tell you coworkers we broke up or I got sick or something.”

A sardonic laugh filters into the silence as you shake your head. “Yeah, no. You started us down this path, so you need to commit to this path with me.”

His brow furrows, “I don’t see why we would need to do that. No one is going to really care.”

“Joon, what do you think will happen when I show up to that party alone and Brogan realizes I am alone?” You shift your body to face him head on. “Ever since Brogan transferred to this hospital he has been invading my personal space, asking me out, and calling me ‘sweetheart.’ For six months, I have been dealing with this and I am at my breaking point.”

With wide eyes, “Wait, six months? Have you reported this to anyone? Does Teddy know about this?”

“I cannot have my brother storming into my workplace and assaulting an attending. I don’t need his good intentions to inappropriately escalate things. I reported the behavior to human resources a few weeks ago, but nothing came of it. Everyone at that damn hospital falls for his charisma.”

You watch Namjoon struggle to control his emotions, his jaw tense and his tongue stabbing a sharp dent in his cheek. You remain silent, letting him process. You glance back at him as his hand reaches over and cups your own. “Well, nae sarang, what are we bringing to his party?”

After a brief argument in the car about who would carry in the spiced cider, an argument you won after asking if he was trying to end up back in the ER if he ruptures his stitches, you step out of the warmth of your car into the chill winter air. You wait for Namjoon to join you on the walkway, your eyes tracing over the obnoxiously large house with a huge expanse of manicured grounds idyllically decorated with snow.

“Good lord, his house is as garish as his personality.” You start up the cleared walkway and approach the black front door with an ostentatious gold knocker and wait for it to open after Namjoon knocks. With a deep breath, you both slip into your roles as the door swings open.

Namjoon’s arm curls around your waist, you easily lean into his hold and paint a smile on your face as Brogan greets you and invites you inside. Namjoon’s hand slides to the small of your back ushering you inside before him. Brogan smiles at you, barely acknowledging Namjoon’s presence beside you, as he shuts the door. “So glad you could make it. You’re looking beautiful as always.” His eyes trace along the collar of your off-the-shoulder green sweater. “Really love your sweater… It's so festive.”

You suppress the shudder that begs to be let out. “Well, we are happy to be here. She talks so much about her coworkers, I can’t wait to finally meet them all!” You watch as Brogan finally looks away from you and nods his head in greeting at Namjoon.

“We are looking forward to meeting her elusive partner.” Brogan turns back to you. “Can I take that for you?” He motions at the spiced cider you’re holding.

You quickly give it up, eager for him to be away from you. Your shoulders relax as Brogan turns away from you, Namjoon’s hand rubbing soothingly against your back. “Let me take your coat for you.”

“Thanks, Joon,” you accept dropping your arms to your sides for him to slide your coat off. You straighten your dark green knitted sweater, waiting to the side for him to hang your coats up.

“You ready?” You can see the worry in his face that he is failing to mask.

Your fingers lace with his, “Let’s do this.”

You pull him behind you as you move from the foyer into the gathering area. This time a real smile dawns your face as you start greeting your colleagues. Namjoon easily falls into step beside you and plays his role to perfection. He knows exactly when to be an active participant in the various conversations and when to let you shine, interjecting cute anecdotes, witty remarks, or thoughtful observations. 

He is currently in the middle of telling an embarrassing story about you from a few years ago, when a set of arms circles around your waist from behind. You know exactly who it is without evening needing to look. A soft smile chases away the blush that was heating your face as you lean into the hold. “Hey, when did you get here?” you ask over your shoulder.

Hoseok rests his chin on your shoulder, “We just got here. Someone,” his eyes cut to the side pointedly at Jimin, “wanted to swing by the hospital. He insisted he needed to check in on his patients in the NICU.”

You giggle, “Did he? Let me guess, that side adventure took an hour.” Jimin pouts, crossing his arms, telling you all you need to know. Jimin has always gone above and beyond as a nurse in the NICU of your hospital. In fact, that is how he met his husband, Hoseok, who is a nurse two floors down in pediatrics. Your giggles grow louder, accompanied by Hoseok and Namjoon’s laugh, drawing attention from folks not even in your small circle. 

Your laughter fades because one of those people is Brogan. You stifle a sigh as you are pulled out of your comfort bubble. In your excitement to have your very close friends here, you didn’t notice the odd, surreptitious glances others have been giving you as you remain in Hoseok’s hold. You straighten and step out of Hoseok’s back hug and closer to Namjoon.

“What’s with the vibe change?” Hoseok’s eyes bounce around the circle.

Brogan clears his throat, “You seem awfully handsy with someone who has a partner. Last I checked, Namjoon doesn’t like that.”

“Also, she told us that this was the first time her coworkers were meeting Namjoon,” someone else throws out.

Hoseok and Jimin turn as a unit to look at you and Namjoon. You can feel their eyes take notice of the way his hand rests on your hip. In sync, they both slowly blink at you before turning back to the group. “Well, this may be your first introduction to Joonie here, but Hobi and I have been friends with both of them for years.” Jimin delivers with his signature smile.

Some of the tension bleeds from your shoulders as relief washes over you. You were worried for a second that Hobi or Jimin would inadvertently blow your cover. You lean into Namjoon’s side, his hand idly rubbing your hip, and smile because you should have never doubted that your close friends wouldn’t go along with your plan. 

“Still Namjoon, you seem completely fine with Hoseok being all over your woman,” Brogan brashly throws out, staring Namjoon down.

Namjoon smirks, rising to the challenge, “One, she is her own person; not an object to own. Two, who she does and does not let into her personal space is her own choice. Three, why is this any of your business?”

You turn into him slightly, a huge smile on your face, “And this is why I keep you around.”

Namjoon’s head tilts towards you as he gives a conspiratorial wink, and you can’t explain what comes next. It almost feels like an out-of-body experience as your hand reaches up to cup his jaw, you go up on your tiptoes, and kiss him. You feel his fingers flex on your hip where they rest, before he relaxes into it and kisses you back. His hand slides to the small of your back, pulling you closer as his lips move against yours. Holy shit, you are kissing your brother’s best friend!

A clearing of a throat breaks you two apart, your eyes slowly open taking in Namjoon’s own bewildered gaze. You settle back on your feet with flushed cheeks and a soft smile, your fingers brushing against your lips in a daze. A hint of pink dusts Namjoon’s cheeks, your head turns back to the group and Namjoon leans close to whisper in your ear, “That was pleasantly unexpected.”

You capture your lip between your teeth as heat creeps up your neck. Not even Brogan’s piercing gaze can steal that moment from you. You catch out of the corner of your eye, Jimin discreetly throwing you a look of surprise. You give a tiny shake of your head and mouth a ‘later.’

Brogan claps his hands, his face stony, “Well while that was riveting, shall we move on to the gift exchange?” With hums of acknowledgement, everyone starts moving to grab the presents they brought. 

Namjoon turns to you with a question in his eyes. You pat his chest, “Don’t worry about it. This was a staff exchange only.”

“Hm, that’s good seeing as I didn’t bring anything and was going to piggyback off your gift.”

You roll your eyes, “I would expect nothing less, Joon.” You head back to where you left your tote and pull out a gold gift bag with a sparkly red ribbon tied around the handles. “Since I am so gracious, this can be from both of us.” His chuckle resonates from his chest as he takes your hand again and leads you to the last open seat, plush chair next to the hearth. Namjoon takes the seat and pulls you onto his lap. You can’t help the small gasp of air that escapes you as he pulls you down with no resistance; rolling your lip between your teeth as his hand naturally comes to rest on your hip to hold you in place. 

Across the grouping of chairs, Hoseok wiggles his eyebrows at you. You shake your head diverting your eyes so as not to encourage him. Unfortunately, your gaze lands on Brogan and you catch him staring at you with narrowed eyes, jaw tense. His glare makes your skin crawl. You shift on Namjoon’s lap resting against him more, his hand soothingly rubbing your side as he catches your gaze. “Are you alright?” he whispers.

You gently knock your forehead against his, “Yes, because of you.”

The edges of his lips tilt upward. “Glad to be of service.” His eyes flick down to your lips and back to yours. You remain still as he leans in and brings your lips together, your eyes shuttering as your lips move with his. Quicker than you probably wanted, you pull back and brush your thumb along the edge of his thick bottom lip.

The eagerness of Jimin’s voice brings you out of your private bubble. “Gift time! I want to go first.” He reaches down to the side and picks up a lovely wrapped present and holds it in his lap. “I am sure you are all hoping that I was your Secret Santa  because who wouldn’t. Lucky for me, though, I was given someone who I already was shopping for. Yeobo, Merry Christmas!” Jimin turns to Hoseok and slides the present from his lap and onto Hobi’s.

Hoseok’s whole face lights up with a brilliant smile. “What! How did you keep this from me?”

“One doesn’t reveal their secrets.” Jimin leans in and pecks Hoseok’s cheek. “Hurry up now and show everyone my amazing present.”

Hoseok resembles a little kid on Christmas morning with the way he attacks the wrapping paper. In seconds, a white box is revealed and from across the way you see the Louis Vuitton insignia embossed on the lid. Hoseok is practically bouncing in his seat as he pulls open the lid and lets it slide to the floor. Reverently, he reaches in, eyes wide, and pulls out a black on black crossbody sling bag.  

Hoseok tears his eyes away from the gift to look lovingly at Jimin, “Sweets… I don’t even know what to say.”

Jimin smiles fondly at him, “A thank you and kiss would suffice.” 

Hoseok laughs and leans in kissing Jimin softly, pulling back he presses their foreheads together, “Thank you.”

“That kind of feels unfair that you got your husband as your person, but whatever,” another pediatric nurse quips. That has everyone chuckling as the gift exchange continues. It’s not long after the plush rug is littered with paper and empty gift bags as it gets down to the last few people who need to hand out their gift.

You bounce a little on Namjoon’s lap, “I want to go next!” You give the bag on your lap a little shake, “I was really excited to get this person as I have been wanting to buy this for them ever since I saw it in the store.” You slip off Namjoon’s lap and cross over to Jimin. “Merry Christmas, Chim!”

You can’t miss the way his eyes light before making your way back to Namjoon. By the time you have settled back down, Jimin has already pulled the gift out. His hands gently stroke over the cream cashmere scarf in his hands. “Oh, this is beautiful.” He sends you a fond smile and wraps the scarf around his neck, “I love it. Thank you!”

“Only the best for my bestie,” you shoot back cheesily.

“While it has been a joy to watch all of this, it is my turn to give my gift.” Brogan stands up and picks up the flat silver-wrapped box at his feet. You figured out after the halfway point that Brogan was probably your Secret Santa, and you have been dreading it ever since. You sink back into Namjoon as Brogan approaches, he offers the present to you with an uncomfortable amount of eye contact. 

You gingerly accept the box, setting it across your lap. Namjoon strokes your hip attempting to ease the tension running through you.  He props his chin on your shoulder and watches you take apart the wrapping paper to reveal a white box embossed with the name La Perla . Your back stiffens and you can already feel the heat crawling up your neck; Namjoon’s hand tightens on your hip as he watches you lift the lid off. Your lips purse tightly as you reveal the black lace corset lingerie nestled in tissue paper. Your hands grip the box edges, your body vibrating with a riot of emotions leaving you unable to speak. 

Namjoon, sensing your turmoil turns his steely gaze on Brogan and gives him an overly-saccharine grin, “Didn’t know you were so thoughtful, Brogan. While I am perfectly capable of purchasing my love lingerie, we will definitely put this to good use.” 

Finally getting a semi-handle on your emotions, you look up in time to see Brogan’s face tighten in anger, his cheeks tinting red. You lean back into Namjoon, head resting back on his shoulder as he reaches in to pick up the lace lingerie to show it to the group. “Yes thank you, Brogan. Despite it being very inappropriate to buy a colleague lingerie. I’ll make sure to wear it for my love; hopefully, it’ll make it through in one piece, Namjoon can get a little wild sometimes.”

“Lovely,” Brogan turns on his heel and walks out of the den. It feels like everyone releases the tension they were holding during that exchange and looks over at you, a mix of emotions displayed on their faces.

You cover your face with your hands, “What the fuck.”

“Mm, very quality.” You slide your hands down to peek at Jimin who’s gingerly holding the corset up and appraising it. “Don’t give me that look. He is a creep, but he does have relatively good taste.”

You snatch the garment from him and stuff it back into the box, slapping on the lid. “That is so beside the point.” You stand up and turn to look at Namjoon, “I’m ready to go. Are you?”

He nods and stands up taking the box from you as you quickly hug Jimin and Hoseok good-bye. Namjoon does the bro hug thing with them and then you’re in the foyer putting back on your layers. With one last wave, Namjoon opens the front door and jumps back, shouting in shock as a  pile of snow rushes in through the open door.

Other guests start trailing in to see what the commotion is about as you look out the door and see piles and piles of snow have accumulated over the last few hours. Something that no one had realized because Brogan had drawn all the drapes to hold out the cold.  “You’ve got to be shitting me,” you huff.

After an hour of arguing in circles, praying to a higher power, an almost brawl, and checking the weather reports, it's determined that you are all stuck for at least the night. You’re currently settled in one of several lounges in this overly large house with Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jimin. 

“Did I do something terrible in a past life?” You throw the question out as you lay on your back across one of the sofas, your legs draped over Namjoon’s lap. 

“Mmmm, probably. I always thought you did something devious in your past life. Maybe something like an interrogator or an assassin. Sometimes your looks can kill.” Jimin laughs as he catches the throw pillow you toss at his face.

“That was a rhetorical question.” 

Hoseok clears his throat, “So are we not going to talk about the elephant in the room?”

Namjoon’s hand rubs soothingly up and down your calf, “Like what a massive asshole Brogan is?”

“Yes, and that apparently you’re dating your best friend’s little sister.” Hoseok eyes the both of you.

Namjoon catches your eye and shrugs one shoulder at you, leaving the choice up to you. With a sigh, you shift to a sitting position but leave your legs on Namjoon’s lap. “I would have told you if I was really with Namjoon. He is helping me keep Brogan at bay.”

Jimin straightens up, “What did he do?”

You divert your eyes, worrying your lower lip. Namjoon gently squeezes your calf and answers, “I was at the ER–”

“Again?!” Jimin interjects.

Namjoon ignores the comment and continues, “I had cut my hand pretty badly and she was assigned as my ER nurse. I witnessed Brogan inappropriately try to flirt with her and invade her space.” He looks over at you, “She was clearly upset and uncomfortable, and so I acted on instinct and pretended to be her boyfriend to get him to back off.”

“It threw me for a moment, but I went along with it and grabbed that life preserver with both hands.” You look at Namjoon, your expression relaying how grateful you are for his intervention.

Hoseok snaps, “Can’t believe that prick still works at our hospital.”

“Money talks and Daddy’s money talks even louder,” Jimin quips sardonically.

The three of you nod solemnly. Hoseok softly claps his hands, “Let’s stop wasting our time thinking about that asshole. I’d rather discuss how your fake relationship somehow includes very real kissing.”

You duck your head, cheeks heating, “Um, I don’t really have an explanation for that.” You glance at Namjoon, “It just felt right.”

“Twice?”

Namjoon’s dimples appear as he laughs softly and nods. His fingers crawl up your leg to snag your fingers in his. “Pissed Brogan off didn’t it?” Namjoon says as his eyes fill with a contradicting message.

Your hands grip the cold edge of the marble countertop in the bathroom and take a few deep breaths. Your mind is a mess and can’t seem to settle on any one thought. You’ve really managed to stick your foot in it this time and now you have to sleep in the same bed. 

Was he just playing along? 

Did he actually want to kiss you?

Will he be expecting more after those kisses? You‘re not ashamed to admit you like what you’ve experienced thus far.

Do I want more? You lift your head and stare at your reflection. Worrying at your lip, you think about the consequences if you do what you want to versus what you should probably do. You release the pull you have on your lip having made your decision. 

Namjoon is idly scrolling on his phone as he lounges on the mound of pillows on the king-size bed when you open the bathroom door and casually lean against the doorframe. The light from behind you perfectly framing every dip and curve of your body in the expensive lingerie that was gifted to you. You know you look amazing; the corset is perfectly cinched at your waist providing just the right lift to your breasts, the lace briefs highlighting everything it needs to. 

Namjoon’s eyes flick over and then back to his phone but quickly snapback, his phone slipping from his hands, as he fully takes you in. You can’t suppress the smirk that lifts your lips as his eyes trail down your body.

He slowly sits up, “Um, what are you doing?”

“What feels good.”

He blinks slowly at you, his mouth still gaping.

“It would be a shame to waste all of this, no?” Your hand trails down your side from just under your chest to your hip.

Namjoon stands up and stalks toward you, the intensity of his gaze ensnaring yours. He comes to a stop, leaving just a breath of space between you. He lightly runs his finger along the thin strap of the corset, it’s more like a whisper of a touch actually. “It would be a crime to not take advantage of the generosity provided to us.”

Your breath shudders as that whisper of a touch teases along the top of the corset, teasing you. “Absolutely,” you whisper.

Namjoon’s lips crash against yours as he yanks you against him. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, arching into him as his tongue sweeps into your mouth. You slide one hand into the hair at his nape, the other gripping the back of his shirt as you meet him with equal vigor. He slides his hands down your waist to your hips before sliding around to grip your ass and lifting you into the air. You don’t hesitate to wrap your legs around his waist, your tongues dueling with each other.

A grunt forced from your mouth into his as your back collides with the wall, his hips pinning you to the hard surface as his hands navigate back to your waist. You nip and pull at his thick bottom lip as his fingers dig into your ribs. He dives down to your neck, his tongue leaving behind a wet trail before settling on a spot and sucking. 

Namjoon presses his forehead to yours, his breath gusting against your face, as he pauses the frenzy. He gently squeezes your waist, “Are you really sure? If we cross this line, there’s no going back.”

Your tongue traces over your lips and you nod. “I am very sure. Ever since that first kiss, I haven’t stopped thinking of the possibilities.”

As the last words leave your lips, his hips kick forward grinding your lower back hard against the wall as his hands wedge between to start popping open the fastenings on your corset. Your head falls back against the wall, his mouth leaving a string of purple bruises down the column of your neck. A surprised gasp is pulled from you at the sudden pressure of his teeth biting down on the skin of your collar bone. You arch into it, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

You feel the deep timbre of his laugh more than hear it, “Mmm, you liked that huh?” He unhooks the last fastener, your chest spilling free as the tension of lace falls away. You hold eye contact, your teeth digging into your own lip, as his large palm cups you and slowly starts to squeeze. The rhythm of your breathing falters with the slow increase in pressure around your tender breast, drawing a whimper from you. His eyes dart to the mottled skin around his fingers as he maintains the harsh grip he has on you. “There something you want to tell me?”

He releases his grip, the pressure from his hold leaving behind a dark reddish-purple ring around your breast. You buck your hips as much as you can as blood rushes back into the area. “Take my mind off tonight. Make me forget everything. I won’t break…but it never hurts to try.”

You can see the sparks ignite in his eyes as his lips collide with yours, this kiss punishing and intense. Before your body can fully react to it, your grip on gravity is yanked away as you sail through the air and land with a bounce on the plush bed. You lay there for a beat, heart racing before leveraging up onto your elbows. Fortunately just in the nick of time because you get a front row seat to Namjoon stripping off his clothes as he stalks toward the bed after you. The last piece of clothing, his boxer briefs, join the rest of the clothes strewn across the floor; your eyes can’t settle on any one thing to look at. 

Namjoon is a fucking adonis. Your eyes run from his broad shoulders to the taper of his waist down to follow his v-line straight to the thick cock framed by even thicker thighs. A startled sound escapes you as he grabs one of your ankles and yanks you to the edge of the mattress, stepping in between your spread legs. His hand cups your cheek, his thumb brushing along your jaw before tilting your head back and meeting your eyes. His fingers slip back to cup the back of your hair, your body tensing in anticipation. Suddenly his grip on your hair tightens, yanking your head back sharply, “Tap out if it’s too much.”

You’re barely able to nod your head before being pulled forward and having your lips spread open by his cock. You roll your eyes up to watch him watch you as his hips continue their slow press forward only stopping when his tip is nestled at the back of your throat. He stills for a moment just taking the view in, but it’s not long before you become impatient. You flutter your lashes at him and that turns out to be the perfect thing to set him off.

His hips draw back and snap forward, his hand holding you in place as he starts fucking your mouth. Your fingers curl and hold onto the blankets under you as he uses your mouth. You can’t help but moan around him with the way his cock is perfectly stretching your jaw wide and coating your tongue with the taste of him. Your deep moan has his hips kicking forward even harder, his cock sliding down your throat. Your eyes sting with the pricking of tears as his pace intensifies, your body flushed with need as he takes what he wants from you.

“Fuck, your mouth. It’s so perfect,” he moans, head falling back on his shoulders before rolling to look down at you. “Just look at you taking my cock so well.” His pace slows until with one last deep push he buries his cock deep in your throat, your nose almost touching his pelvis. He keeps you there for a moment, your throat spasming as you choke on the meat of him.

Your seconds from needing to tap out when he pulls you off him, a thick trail of your saliva tethers you together before snapping when he releases his hold on your hair letting you collapse back on the bed. Your throat burns as you suck down air while simultaneously giving in to the urge to cough and clear your throat. Namjoon stands over you watching you patiently. It’s not too long before your body calms and you look up at him, face wet with tears and slick with your spit.

“Okay?”

You give a raspy laugh, “Never better.”

“Who knew you were hiding this side of you? How much more can you take?”

You bite your lip and lift one of your legs to slide your foot up along the hard planes of his abdomen. “I contain multitudes.” You slide your foot down until your toes are lightly ghosting down his length, “All of it.”

A visible tremor runs through you as Namjoon gives you a devious smile and glides his hands down your legs to the lace edges of your lingerie. He balls his fist in the front panel and yanks, ripping them from your body. Your hips are jerked off the bed with the force of it. A deep pulse throbbing within you at the aggression.

You can feel the weight of his gaze between your legs, you watch as he bites his own lip before sliding a finger through your swollen, wet lips. His finger dips in teasing you before he plunges two fingers into you. You arch off the bed with a gasp, your body clasping tight around him. 

His fingers quickly work you into a frenzy, a deep heat coiling in your belly that has you yanking on the bedding around you. You're ready for the explosion of pleasure that is about to happen when his fingers yank free of you. Your eyes snap open, “What the fuck?”

He straightens and shrugs, “I don’t think you earned it just yet.”

If looks could kill, daggers would be piercing his chest right now. As is, he just chuckles at your frustration, grabbing you by the hips. He flips you over onto your front, your hips curved right over the edge of the bed. A ringing sound echoes through the room as a sharp sting blooms along your ass. His hand soothingly rubs the sting away before he grips both your hips and tilts you just right. 

Your breath shudders from you as you feel his heat glide between your aching lips and teases your tight bundle of nerves. He repeats the motion again and again until you’re a mewling mess in front of him. Tears prick your eyes in frustration, your body desperate for more when the heat of his body leaves you for a brief moment before connecting back with you. His pelvis slams against your ass as he buries his cock inside you.

You don’t even bother to smother the scream that escapes you as he splits you open on his thick cock. You’re writhing on the bed, unsure if you are trying to get away or get closer to him. He waits patiently until you’ve calmed and have relaxed back into the mattress before moving again.

The slow drag of him leaving you pulls moans from both of you, your walls clinging to every inch of him. It’s only the tightening of his grip on you that gives you a warning as he snaps his hips forward again. The pace he sets is brutal as he fucks you into the mattress. Your hands desperately grapple at the bedding needing to hold on as he fucks you into another universe. The skin of your ass burning with the intensity of his thrusts driving you higher and higher.

You cry out as his fist wraps in your hair and yanks you backward, pressing your back to his chest. The tip of his cock hitting you at just the right angle has you clawing at his arms, your eyes rolling back in your head. One hand remains on your hip as he keeps pace, the other sliding to curl around the front of your neck pushing your head back to rest on his shoulder.

The cries you were letting out are swiftly cut off as his hand squeezes down around your throat. Your walls tighten around him as he slowly increases the pressure from just restricting your vocal chords to cutting off your air flow completely. The speed of his thrusts slows as your pussy clamps down tighter on his cock. A few more deep thrusts has your nails biting hard into his arms, leaving deep red crescents. He releases his grip on your throat and the rush of oxygen back into your lungs along with the waves of pleasure crashing through you has you seeing stars.

You’re almost completely out of it as Namjoon rams deep one more time and spills into your depths. You both fall forward onto the bed, Namjoon just manages to catch himself on his left arm so he doesn’t crush you. You’re unsure of how long you remain like that as you come back to earth, but soon he is pulling out of you and disappearing into the bathroom as you lay there eyes closed.

You jolt back to awareness when the warm softness of a cloth strokes between your legs. You squirm as he brushes against your sensitive pussy before settling back down when he tosses the cloth toward the bathroom door and helps you shift to lay fully on the bed. He shuffles in next to you and pulls the duvet over you both.

You curl against him, resting your head on his shoulder as you loosely wrap an arm and a leg around him. You nuzzle at the skin of his bare chest, “Mmm, so how are we going to break this to Teddy?”

[kiame-sama]

I have a kinda wholesome request if you’re feeling up to it? How would your oc boys react after having a bad day seeing a cup of freshly brewed coffee plus cookies sitting at his desk? It also has a note that says “Hang in there! :)” from their lovely wife who was peacefully snoozing on the couch! I hope that would cheer up the oc boys!

Walter Woods;

- Walter has no idea what he did in his life to deserve you, but bless you and all you do for him. He can't put into words how much he adores you.

- Walter is a surgeon- one of the top surgeons in the country- and that means he literally holds lives in his hands. This puts some serious stress on the poor man and it isn't like the idea of having lives at stake puts him at any ease. Once he is out of one surgery, he is likely being called to the next. Some surgeries are routine and less than an hour, some take 12 hours or more to complete.

- Any ounce of kindness you give him means the world to him and he is so happy you think of him.

Evan Rothchester;

- Well, ain't you just the sweetest thing in the world? Evan finds it extremely endearing to find you thought of him and he will be joining you on the couch to cuddle and unwind.

- Evan lives with the constant threat of death always in the back of his mind and he can get fairly stressed with everything he has to deal with. The kindness you show him soothes him and truly gives him a genuine joy. He has always wanted a sweet lover to come back to at the end of the day and spend his evenings cuddling affectionately to unwind.

- Evan will be napping with you on the couch and he will be holding you tightly. If you wake up, he will hush you and tell you to go back to sleep while he holds you secure in his grasp.

Carlos Vargas;

- Carlos is ECSTATIC to see you were thinking of him. He will be taking pictures of you while you are asleep and he will coo over your sleeping form before he even touches the treats you give him.

- Odds are you are not alone on the couch and the ever loving house Serval- Mimis- will be lounging with you. Carlos thinks this is precious and will completely melt.

- He won't wake you, but he will sit and enjoy the coffee and cookies you prepared for him as he waits for you to wake up from your nap. The dogs will most likely wake you before he does, or the lions doing their afternoon roaring near sunset. He will greet you and kiss you affectionately when you do wake, thanking you for the kind gesture.

Jackson Locklear;

- He is going to cry happy tears. The kind of support and affection you give him will be enough to make him weep from joy at having you with him and caring so much about him. Truly, Jackson appreciates the gesture more than you will likely ever know.

- Jackson already holds you in very high regard because of you saving him from his loneliness and longing for a place in the world, he will only see the gesture as even more reason to obsess over you. He adores your kindness and he will savor every cookie and every sip of coffee he takes. If you ask, he will say he can taste the love you put into it in every morsel.

Orion Medici;

- Aww, Darling, how sweet of you! Orion is thrilled you took the time to think of him and prepare sweets for him, he finds it quite endearing.

- Orion was likely working on a new novel or editing chapters when his head started to hurt and his eyes began to strain. Stepping away when he is in full swing while writing is difficult for him, but if he knows you are ready and waiting for him to return he will likely be able to pull himself away faster. He thinks it is precious that you showed such thoughtful behavior towards him and took the time to do something nice for him.

Hahne Yamare;

- Wait... These are... For him?

- Hahne is used to being the one to do the nice things, not having nice things done for him. He will genuinely become a flustered mess when he sees the cute note and the prepared snack you placed for him. He thought it wasn't possible for him to adore you any more than he already did, yet here you were.

- Hahne appreciates the ever-living hell out of your sweet behavior and is thrilled that you think of him. He will try to repay the kindness however he can, even if it is something simple that helps you out.

[malusmagpie]

Anakin dropping everything to take care of you because you’re sick

I JUST HAD SURGERY AND OH MY GOD I NEEDED THIS.

Okay enjoy 🫶🏼

Anakin was on a quick mission when you were leaving the house to get your surgery. He had promised he’d try to make it back before you woke up, that he would take you home. You weren’t surprised when you woke up to Ahsoka looking down at you. You blinked a few times and let out a sigh. “Before you get upset he sent a message!” She said urgently as she pulled her HoloProjector. You smiled at Ahsoka as you saw the boy you loved come through. She knew what was going on between the two of you, though she’d never tell. She was a loyal friend to the both of you and you adored her.

“I’m sorry, my love. I am being held up by Obi-Wan. He wants me to make sure you chancellor is alright even though I just saved him. My heart aches because I can’t be there and I need you to know I’m leaving as soon as I can so I can hold you. So I can make you feel better. Ahsoka, do not let her do anything, get her straight to bed and watch her to make sure she stays there.” Anakin’s voice rang through the room and you laughed coarsely at his attitude showing even when he was sending you a nice message. Your throat was still dry from the oxygen mask they gave you while you were under anaesthesia. Ahsoka scurried over to the small table in the corner and poured water into a small glass before bringing it over to you along with the wheelchair that was sitting next to the table.

“I don’t need that-” You began as you pointed at the wheelchair and she shushed you, shoving the water toward your face. You smiled at her the way an older sister would smile at her younger counterpart.

“I don’t wanna hear it, Y/N. Drink this and let me get you in the chair. There’s a transport waiting to take you back to your apartment.” She said, her ‘stern’ voice made you blow air out of your nose amusedly as you took the glass and raised it to your lips. You drank it like it was your first time drinking water and she topped you up. You downed the next one just as quickly before setting the empty glass next to you. You weren’t going to able to argue with her, if Ahsoka was given an order from Anakin the last thing she was going to do was go against it. That fact made you feel safe when you knew they were on a mission together. They would come home no matter what if it was the two of them.

You began to sit up and her hands immediately found your back to help you into the wheelchair. You rolled your eyes. “Snips.” You started and she shooed your words away with her hand as she watched you settle in. “You don’t have to treat me like I’m broken.” You laughed.

“Master Anakin said to make you comfortable. I know you don’t like being helped but I am going to help you whether you like it or not.” She said, her voice rang with urgency and you let her have her moment. She began to roll you down the hallways and you felt every urge to cover your face or curl up into a ball. You didn’t know anybody on this planet, you only moved here recently after months of meeting with Anakin in secret after he completed a mission on your home planet and took a liking to you. You were a normal person with no known name on the large planet of Coruscant but you still didn’t want people to perceive you as weak. “Almost at the transport, Y/N. Take a breath.” Your thoughts were interrupted by Ashoka who could likely feel your discomfort.

She got you into the small cruiser with ease and piloted the two of you back to your small apartment. It wasn’t long before she was pulling you out of the chair and into your bed. “Ahsoka the place is a mess. I need to at least tidy for Anakin.” You began and she pushed you back against the pillow by your shoulder.

“No, Y/N. I’ll do that. If you’re not going to reason with me or Anakin, please just try to reason with your own doctor who said you needed to rest.” She looked at you with a pleading look and you sighed, rolling your eyes. Your lack of response was response enough and she smiled widely at you. “Thank you, Sa'mahr.” She said and you laughed. She often called you sister in her native tongue of Togruta when she was trying to convince you of something.

You laid back as she left your room, turning the lights off but keeping the door cracked open in case you needed help. You watched the night sky out of your window, the cruisers flew by and you sighed wondering if Anakin was okay. You heard Ahsoka shuffling outside, likely tidying up the mess you made when you woke up late to get to your surgery. C3PO decided to wake you at the last second and you left a hurricane of a mess behind you as you rushed into the cruiser he had ready for you that morning. Your eyes began to feel heavy and you drifted into a very gentle sleep. The pain medication worked. You didn’t even hear Anakin sneak into your room sometime around dawn.

“Thanks Snips, get home and get some rest would you?” He whispered to Ahsoka as he’d gotten home. She nodded tiredly and left without question. He took off the majority of his clothes, he knew you hated ‘outside’ clothes on your clean sheets. He crawled in next to you and his gloved hand brushed your hair from your face causing your nose to scrunch. The notion made him smile and he placed a long lingering kiss on your forehead causing your eyes to flutter. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” He said against your skin and you hummed.

“I missed you, Ani.” You whispered as you felt his arms wrap around you. He held you close to his chest as he sat against the headboard of the bed. His skin still smelt like soot and sweat from whatever mess he’d found himself earlier and you found yourself inhaling deeply. Despite the scent most would find offputting, you could still smell him. His flesh hand raised to your head and brushed through your hair.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. I thought I’d be here. I can’t seem to forgive myself.” He started and you shook your head.

“You’re here now. I’m okay and so are you. That’s what matters.” You whispered. “I’m not dying, Ani.”

“I know but I made a promise.” He sighed. You shook your head, you knew when he got like this you just needed to stand your ground until he snapped out of it. He looked down at you, his lips curling downward as he strained his neck to stare at the side of your face. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered.

“Or so you say.” You laughed as your fingers traced circles on his chest as it rose and fell gently.

“I do. I do say.” He rolled his eyes at you and raised your head by placing his fingers under your chin. “I got you breakfast.” He smiled. Your eyes lit up, it always excited you to see what kind of food he would bring you from wherever he went. “Just the sweet bread you like.” You smiled at his words.

“Can I have some?” You asked and he laughed, grabbing it from the side table next to the two of you before handing it to you. You gasped and sat up quickly, wincing slightly from the stitches on your side. His eyebrows furrowed as he rested his hand on your shoulder.

“Take it easy.” He mumbled as you relaxed your shoulders. You opened the small packet and took a bite, humming in approval. “Good?” He asked, a smile pulled at his lips.

“Mhm.” You mused with your mouth full and he laughed. “I need to shower.” You said as you popped the last bit of the sweet bread into your mouth.

“I can help with that.” He smirked at you and your stomach did a flip. He ushered you toward the bathroom where he began to pull at your clothes gently as not to hurt you. You gasped gently when his fingers touched your skin and his eyes found yours to make sure he hadn’t hurt you. Once Anakin got your clothes off he wrapped a towel around you so you wouldn’t get cold and leaned over to turn the hot water on. The pants he was wearing fell to his ankles and he took you by the waist when the water was the temperature you loved.

The water was warm on your skin as he guided you under it. He stood behind you and let you lean back against him so you were both under the water. He ran his hands through your hair to allow it to soak up some water. His hands reached for the shampoo beside you and he popped the lid open, squeezing a little into his hand and placing the bottle back on the shelf before running the product through your hair. He massaged your scalp causing a deep, contented sigh to leave your lips. He placed a kiss on your shoulder before rinsing your hair and moving to the conditioner. He repeated the steps from before but instead of washing it immediately he grabbed the bar of soap to wash your body with as he let the product sit in your hair. It was surprising to see him take his time here, his showers were never more than a few minutes. He rubbed the suds all over your body, avoiding the sensitive part of you that had been stitched up earlier.

Once your body was clean he washed your hair to rid it of product and wrapped his arms around you. The two of you were silent the whole time, enjoying the warmth and each other. You felt butterflies at his every touch and you couldn’t believe you’d found somebody who cared for you so deeply. You turned yourself around to face him and looked up at him, he leaned his chin down to look at you. “I love you, Ani.” You whispered.

A smile graced his beautiful features and he pressed a kiss to your head. “I love you too, Y/N.” He responded without missing a beat. “Let’s get you dry and back to bed. We can watch whatever you’d like.” He turned the water off and grabbed the towel he had placed next to the shower. The rest of the days were filled with gentle loving and kind gestures. He didn’t leave your side until you were recovered.

A/N: I got a bit carried away on this one because it was really sweet. No smut bc u JUST GOT SURGERY. Smh. Also i was feeling fluff. I hope y’all enjoy this one 🫶🏼

[apricotbuncakes]

Before we start, here is my GoFundMe to help me afford Top Surgery. I have several posts on the subject on my blog but if need be you can ask questions in my ask box.

CW: Discussion of Suicidality. No explicit actions thoughts or ideas depicting the act of suicide are written, but suicidality is discussed.

It's very difficult to explain that "I can't afford my gender affirming care" = passive suicidality.

Cuz like, I'm not gonna do anything. I've learned to not make plans at this point. (<- A joke you may laugh at). But seriously, how do I tell people "I am suicidal because I cannot get top surgery" and then ask them to donate to my GoFundMe?

I don't want to be manipulative, or even potentially be accused of it. I don't want people to pity me or say "things will get better". I know they will. I know that it's just a matter of time. I know I'm not alone. I'm not clueless. At the same time, posting the same "here's my GoFundMe so you can help me reach my goal!!! 😁😁🫰❤️❤️❤️" when my reality and thoughts are much darker is killing me. I feel fake. I feel dishonest. It's not just a casual thing to ask for money, especially $10,000 but it's what I need.

That's the key word. Need.

Top Surgery isn't something I decided on a whim. It's not something I can live without. My dysphoria is so bad. I need top surgery more than I can possibly explain. Even in this post I'm making sure to keep several things to myself because even this admission is very difficult for me. But it's safer to scream into the Tumblr void and hope my echos bounce to people who can help me than to just keep everything bottled up.

Because I cannot afford to tell my therapist and risk getting out in a hospital. Literally cannot afford it. I need to put whatever is left of each paycheck towards top surgery in order to inch closer to my top surgery goal. Sitting in a hospital won't help me in this case.

So once again here's my GoFundMe in case you can spare something.

[todouswife]

my oc x bloodline

So basically, I've been writing a Bloodline x OC fic for a couple months and found this little random part I wrote for fun. And decided I wanted to post it. hopefully, I don't get clowned on. Basically, it's a mafia AU, and it's like poly bloodline( not between the family just them with the oc) x my chubby ditsy black OC. Hopefully, I gain the confidence to post the actual story :P ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Yasmine was beautiful. She had medium brown skin and big brown almond-shaped eyes. She has a cute button nose, and her facial features were soft. She had cute dimples and a round face and lips. Her body countered with an hourglass figure. She had big boobs, a slim waist, big round hips, with thick thighs. But she also had a tummy that someone could easily grip. That's where her problem starts. Nothing was ever big enough for her. The style she liked the most had almost nothing for big bodies. Not only that, she would constantly be rejected for her weight. Her ex-boyfriend even cheated on her because he felt she let herself go and didn't even try to lose weight. After that, she met four men with not only, lots of connections and money to get her the things she wanted but also thought she was beautiful in every way, shape, and form. She just didn't know of their feelings toward her yet.

Yasmine sighs in frustration while looking through the racks of clothes in front of her. Everything only went up to a large in the things she liked. She just went up a size, so half her wardrobe would be useless to her. She could just bearly fit what she had on. She wore a tight pink silk dress with darker pink roses scattered on the dress. There was a white lace trimming at the bottom and around the top of the dress. That same lace trimming made the straps of the dress. This dress was supposed to be mid-thigh length but now didn't go too far past her hips sitting on her upper thigh. She had white stockings with Hello Kitty bows at the top of them and a long black coat that sat at her mid-thigh sitting on her shoulders. The dress was hugging everything she had. Yasmine needed to vent her frustrations to someone but didn't know who. That's when she heard her phone ring from her bag. Yasmine unzips her bag and fiddles around in it for a minute to find her phone. She quickly answers not bothering to look at the contact.

"Yas, what are you doing right now?" a familiar, deep voice speaks through the phone. She immediately knew it was Roman and huffed knowing she could vent to him.

"Oh my gosh. I'm sorry but I have got to vent!" Yasmine starts to walk towards the door of the shop while quietly whisper yelling her frustrations to the phone, " Okay so I've been growing out of my clothes, right! So I finally went out today to try and find some cute clothes in my style and not go over my budget, you know because my job is shitty. But no! Forget the budget! I have now been in three stores and have not found a single thing in my size! And it's not like I can go to the store I normally go to." Yasmine finishes with a pout walking down the busy street, finishing her statement. She was making her way to a bubble tea place not too far from where she was. Roman chuckles at her outburst.

"And why can't you go there beautiful?" Roman asks already knowing the answer. Yasmine pout quickly turned into a shy smile at the nickname she was given. She could hear the smile that was on Roman's face.

"Because it's way out of my budget. Things that are made for big people are super expensive and I would only be walking out of there with two items. I could only set aside a little money because my little sister needed surgery and my parents needed help with money. I even had to dip into my savings."

"Is she alright what was wrong?" Roman asks with obvious concern in his voice. He even leaned up in his seat. Yasmine sees the sign for the bubble tea place and speeds up walking.

"I'm not sure what's going on, they didn't say much when they called. they just sounded panicky about it. I should find out something soon." Yasmine walks into the small shop and sits at a table ready to finish her conversation before ordering.

"How about me and Solo take you out then? We'll get you whatever you want out of that store you like." Yasmine eyes widen at his words.

"No! That would be so much money. I cannot let you do that." she fights back.

"Nah I think my mind is already made up beautiful. Where are you? We'll be there soon to get you." Roman quickly shuts down her protests wanting to see her and make her happy.

"I'll send my location," Yasmine sighs knowing there was no use in trying to argue once his mind was made up. She takes the phone away from her ear and opens her messages with Roman quickly sending her location. "There Ro are you happy now?" she asks

"Yes actually, I was going to go out anyway. I've got to prove to the twins I can kick their asses in Mario Cart, so I needed to go get something to play it on anyway."

"Okay then, I'll see you when you get here I'm gonna order my boba."

--

Yasmine walked through the mall in between both Roman and Solo. The two men just spent an unspeakable amount of money on Yasmine. She didn't even want to see the receipt she had it probably still printing with how much stuff they got for her. And they didn't even bat an eyelash. She was dumbfounded at how casual this was for them. After a while of walking, they got to a gaming store. Roman didn't say much he just went to get what he needed with Solo. This left Yasmine alone to look around the store. She landed herself around the same section where Roman was getting things when something caught her eye. It was an animal crossing-themed switch. it was so cute! She picks it up taking a closer look at it. after looking at the price she decides it's too expensive for her at the moment and puts it back. Solo was keeping a watchful eye on her and noticed this. He walks over to the store clerk and asks him to get the switch.

"Don't worry about it ma. I got it for you," he says to her after joining her in looking at the games. Yasmine looks at him like he has grown a second head. What did he mean he got it for her? All this in a day? How could they afford this?

"What do you mean? Absolutely not. That is not something I need, you should put it back."

"Nope, and you should tell me which games you want before I buy all the ones I even think you looked at." Yasmine wouldn't have believed him had he not said it in such a serious tone. With a pout, she gives him the four games she wants the most while mumbling something about how bossy he was under her breath.

"Don't get sassy with me baby," was all he said and Yasmine choked on nothing while trying to hide the fact his words made her face warm up. She looked at him with wide eyes, turned her head, and looked at more games. Solo noticed everything she didn't want him to. The tint of red creeping on her cheeks, the way her legs were slightly trembling from nervousness, he thought it was adorable. They walked to join Roman and Yasmine was curious.

"What do you guys do for work? Like you've just spent so much money today alone." Yasmine asks quietly so no one around can hear her words and try to mug them or something. Roman laughs and looks at Solo.

"We own restaurants. They're all doing well and give us plenty of money to throw around." he explains Roman bends down to whisper in Yasmine's ear," And you don't have to be cautious about it no one is going to do anything to us beautiful." The hairs on Yasmine's neck stood up at the feeling of Roman's breath that close to her neck.

"And how do you know that?" Roman and Solo share a look before lifting up their shirts enough to show the guns safely tucked on their hips. however, it gave her a view of under their shirts and that made Yasmine blush.

"You can calm down you in good hands baby," Solo says firmly trying to make sure she knew she was safe, "Now come on I want to kick the twin's ass in Mario Cart." he finishes walking to the register. Solo beside him setting yasmines things up so they could be paid for.

--

"Right hand on the bible, god can strike me down if I'm lying," Roman says in an eerily calm voice before he takes a deep inhale, "BUT THAT MOTHERFUCKERS CHEATING!" he yells pointing at Jey from the other side of the couch while everyone laughs at his outburst. all-day Roman couldn't wait to play Mario Cart so that he could beat the twins and Solo, but after coming in 9th place for the fifth time in a row he lost his cool.

"What's funny? Why are you laughing at me? He's cheating!"

"Nah Uce you just can't handle this heat," Jey says fanning himself. Yasmine busts out laughing at the interaction.

[dr-abitat-blog]

Day 14: "See if you can follow my finger with your eyes."

@ailesswhumptober T/W: Post-operative recovery, medwhump, amnesia, trauma, lost identity, vomiting

'Dr Spade', Dr Marz and Ryan all belong to the beautiful @whumpsmith

“ —can—hear me?”

I hear it, faint and distant. A soft sounding voice, breaking through the darkness clouding my head. Urgency seems to ripple from those words, slowly pulling me through the subconscious haze towards it.

“ —I think—eyes—trying—open—hear us?”

It’s getting a little clearer now, the words less distorted. With an exhausted groan I attempt to peel my eyes open. A harsh burning light streams into my eyes from above. It elicits a weak whimper from my lips in response.

“Easy—easy, lad. Take your time.”

Nngh…

Everything feels fuzzy and surreal as I carefully blink them open again. Blurred colours swim before my sensitive eyes. Indistinct faces peer down at me. That’s all I see. Their expressions are impossible to read. I have no idea who any of them are, or what they want or—

Nggha…what…is…?

Pain flares through the back of my neck. A tight choking sensation follows. Instinctively my hands reach up to my throat. My fingers come in contact with something wrapped around my neck. For some reason, it sends panic spiking through me.

N-no…g-get it…off!

My hands go on to do exactly that — or at least they try to, before the faces move closer.

“Easy there, it’s arite. That’s just to protect your spine. It’s not supposed to hurt — see?”

The nearest face peers down at me, his features starting to become clearer. I make out dark brown messy hair and what seems to be a concerned expression sweeping across his face. He doesn’t grab my hands or try to stop me — instead, he just lets me…feel the thing around my throat.

Soft…warm. Not…not bad.

My body starts to relax slightly as my shaking fingers brush the collar, although I can’t hold back the small cry of discomfort from the pain shooting down my back.

“Och—Ryan, get him—sorry, them—more pain relief please.”

“I’m right on it, Dr Slade.”

I catch a flash of green hair and a warm smile before ‘Ryan’ disappears from the room. Despite my pounding head, I attempt to take in my surroundings. White walls, decorated with a few blurred pictures. A comfortable bed below my back. A nearby table, multiple hand-written cards on top of it. Beeping monitors and screens connected to me. A horrible tickling in my throat. Bright lights above me — and the faces. Quite a few of them.

“It’s alright. You’re safe.”

One of the taller ones speaks up, sending me an attempted reassuring look. “I understand that you must have a lot of questions right now. You’ve been through an awful lot these past few weeks.”

Wait…weeks?

“Wh-where…am I?” I force out, shocked at how hoarse and strained my voice sounds.

“You’re in a hospital, lad, Sunny Samuels,” the closest guy answers, his voice heavy with some kind of accent,“You were very sick, gave us all quite the scare. We had to perform major surgery on your spine to save your life — and we’ve still got some tough weeks ahead.”

He moves a little closer, lowering his voice gently. “Do you remember any of that at all?” “I…n-no. Nothing. I…” I cough weakly, glancing around at the other faces around the room. A very pale guy hangs around next to my monitors, checking the numbers on the screen. Green Hair comes back in with another bag of…something. By the door are two other guys — doctors, probably? Both have glasses and brown hair, although one of them is sitting in a chair. For some reason he…won’t take his eyes off of me for a second. It’s…a bit much, being stared at like this. “Wh-what…happened?” “We’ll explain later,” Accent Guy replies, “For now, let me introduce myself. I’m Dr Douglas Slade and I’ll be taking care of you until you’re back on your feet.”

“And I’m Ryan,” Green Hair speaks up gently, “I’ll be your nurse for today, so if you need anything at all, you can just ask me, alright?”

“Nnn…k-kay.”

“Good. Now, we have a few questions for you lad. First — do  you know what your name is?”

My…name?

I stare at them helplessly, as if expecting them to tell me — but they don’t. The fact that I can’t recall my name from the tip of my tongue frightens me. 

Th-that’s not normal…right?

My chest tightens in panic as I shake my head. “N-no…”

“Arite. That’s okay. We can try again later,” he replies, patting my shoulder, “For now, Dr Marz here is going to prod and poke you a little, just to test how your nerves are doing after the surgery. Is that okay?” I’m too tired to do much other than nod my head. Satisfied, Dr Marz steps forward, adjusting the height of the bed to his level.

“There we are — don’t worry, it’s just a few simple tests to check your nerve function. First — see if you can follow my finger with your eyes.”

It should be simple enough, watching him move his finger — but not for me. My eyes burn as I try to move them, the light continuing to sting. Still, I keep going, focusing on his blurred finger as I follow it in the letter H. 

I answer by shaking my head.

“Good, all of the ocular nerves seem to be intact. Next — can you hold your arms out like this for me?”

He demonstrates, extending them in front of him, to which I shakily copy. I can hold them out against gravity for about three seconds before they start dropping. “Very good. Now let’s see your hands — do you have all of your fingers?”

Still a little disorientated, I follow his instructions as best as I can. I spread my fingers, try to push his hands away, squeeze his fingers as tight as I can.

“Oof — not a bad grip,” he comments, “Now let’s have a look at your legs. Can you wiggle your toes?”

My toes wiggle just fine. “Great — and can you feel me touching you here — and here?” I nod my head in response to every question. “Next, try to kick me away, as hard as you can.”

“Nngh — nngh!”

My efforts are…pretty pathetic. I’ve definitely gotten weaker somehow. Still, he seems satisfied enough as he smiles appraisingly at me.

“Excellent job — you did great.”

“W-well?”

The guy on the chair peers at him expectantly. Dr Marz holds up a hand.

“No neurological deficits as far as I can see — there is notable proximal muscle weakness, but that is to be expected after the patient has been bed-bound these past few weeks.”

“But he will get better?” he asks again, eyes wide behind his glasses.

“...I’m sure with physiotherapy and exercises we can get them to a stronger state,” Dr Marz replies, “Although that might not be the same as their baseline, it will be better than now.”

“Arite — thank you, Vincent. That’s very reassuring to know.”

Dr…Spade glances down at me with a tiny smile. “You’ve been through a lot, lad, so you need to get plenty of rest. Ryan, could we get him — them — some water please?” I blink tiredly as my nurse hurries to get a cup of water for me. My eyelids already feel heavy and exhausted. “I think we’ll wait a bit before trying some more exercises. We don’t want to push you too hard.”

“Nuh uh…” I groan in agreement. The bed rises slowly to prop me up as Ryan returns with my water. He gently fits the straw between my teeth. I’m suddenly so parched that I start sipping feverishly, as if expecting him to take it off me again.

“Hey, easy. You’ll make yourself sick if you drink too fast. No rush, buddy.”

At his words, I try to slow down — but the damage is already done. Burning acid dribbles from my throat and out onto the bed-sheets. My nose turns back at the smell as I retch again, sweat streaking my forehead.

“Oh dear — let’s get you cleaned up, alright? Dr Slade, I think maybe you should…”

He gestures towards the door with his head. Dr Spade nods.

“...yes, I think we should. Let’s go, gentlemen — Viktor, that includes you.”

I can’t see them very well through my tears, but I get a brief flash of helplessness across the face of the doctor in the chair before he and the others quickly leave the room. Another flash reveals a boy at the window, staring in at me. Green eyes, freckles, brown hair. I have to retch again, bringing up pure bile as tears sting my eyes. The next glance I get, he’s already gone. Almost like a ghost.

“It’s okay. A little vomit never hurt anyone, right?”

Carefully, Ryan mops at my face and my shirt, slowly cleaning me up. All I can do is shake my head guiltily.

“S-sorry…s-sorry…” “What are you apologising for? You did nothing wrong.”

“I-I don’t know, I…I just…I-I don’t know anything…”

I trail off with a sniff. Ryan sends me a sympathetic look.

“It will come soon, buddy. Don’t force it too much.”

He rubs my back comfortingly. “How about we try that water again. You must be pretty thirsty — nice slow sips, okay?”

I sigh quietly, leaning forward ever so slightly to take the straw between my teeth again. This time, I make sure to take deliberate drawn out sips, gradually wetting my lips. As I begin to readjust to the simple act of drinking without choking again, a single word throbs in my brain. A single important…terrifying word. I don’t know why it scares me so much, but it does.

Parasite.

[coridallasmultipass]

brocal for the ship bingo?

The OTP to end all other OTPs... (Man. This wound up being basically Cori's Masterpost of BroCal. AKA... this got long and has some images, since I realized I can post my own art directly instead of just a text link to it lol.)

Wasn't actually expecting this to wind up with a bingo? But I got basically 2?? (Will explain the lighter heart later.) This is A LONG post, and definitely gonna get SUGGESTIVE, bc man, am I obSESSED with BroCal. I'm just gonna go thru each checked box, since I don't know how else to structure this post lol.

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I want them to make out with blood: OKAY. I HAVE A WHOLE THING PLANNED FOR THIS CONCEPT. I AM NOT GOING TO GO INTO DETAIL ABOUT IT JUST YET BC I ACTUALLY WANNA WRITE IT. I'm obsessed with this one fanart of Bro licking Lil Cal, and it spurred on an idea I outlined and really wanna write: https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/739969858334294016/hiiii-mutual-i-am-secrecy-asking-if-u-have-anymore

((Sorry for the plain text links, Tumblr app is NOT cooperating with me right now to add hyperlinks. I'd post the image directly if that one was mine.))

Basically, I just really need to see Bro and Cal making out with blood in their mouths, and I started a whole convoluted, unrelated outline in order to make that hapen. It'll probably just be a really short thing that ends at the uh climax, since otherwise it's gonna end up sadstuck. And I don't like sadstuck lol.

Undeniably t4t: Bro and Dirk are always trans for me, and Lil Cal's got that uh... what percentage did I calculate it out to be? 13% of Dirk is in Lil Cal [ My shitpost calculations: https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/746702663327072256/i-ran-out-of-tags-rambling-about-this-so-im-just ] so Lil Cal is at least 13% trans because of that much of Dirk being in him, plus however you feel about the other components being trans. LMAO this is ridiculous to type out. Moving on.

EDIT: FUTURE CORI INTERJECTING WITH A:

"Lil Cal Top Surgery Healing Progess: Day 1"

Terrible for each other affectionate/derogatory: I don't even know where the affectionate/derogatory split occurs. I multiship BroCal as both Bro/normal puppet Lil Cal and as Bro/evil juju puppet Lil Cal, and whatever combination in between or outside of that. Terrible in that Bro is so obsessed with Cal that he doesn't have normal relationship/social skills and uses Lil Cal as both a crutch and motivator alternately, in a terrible cycle, or maybe rather... spiral. And also terrible in that Bro is caught in the allure of playing the role of puppeteer while also being a puppet for the darker parts of Lil Cal, whether he actively knows it or not. (Honestly though, I feel like it's dismissive if you try to blame all of Bro's faults on Lil Cal like this tho, which is why I tend towards liking Lil Cal as just a regular puppet a lil bit more. Or at least, a regular mildly supernatural puppet since that can be a little more entertaining if Cal can get into mischief while no one's looking or give off the vibes of his mood more directly, rather than like entirely inanimate or 'just LE, trapped in a puppet body.' Again, I like all of these concepts.) ((I mean that can also be a whole post of its own, like, by the time Bro gets ahold of Lil Cal, are any of the other components still alive in there? Like, are ARquius and Gamzee still in there or did Caliborn kill and consume them entirely? Idk how it works, man. This is why I like Lil Cal as his own person, maybe just influenced by the feelings of the others. LaCroix: CalGamARquius essenced water. Lil Croix.))

They need to get weirder with it: YES YES. 1000% YES. I need entirely shameless Bro doing entirely shamless things to Lil Cal. I want them inseparable and doing unspeakable things to each other. I want Bro taking full advantage of Cal having a puppet body and all the intimacy that comes with making repairs and being elbow-deep in stuffing.

Playing with them like dolls cute/psychological torture: This is the same divide as with the 'terrible for each other' point, so I'm just gonna go with the cute one, since the torture one is self-explanatory. I want them fucking married. Like. Full mushy cute romance type of relationship that Bro has never felt for any of the people in his life (cough aromantic cough). I made this comic not too long ago, and I often fondly look back on it, because I adore the concept of Bro being lovey and romantic and everything out of character around Lil Cal because he feels safe and loved and comfortable around Cal:

[ https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/750602227910131712/brocal-4-lyfe-so-i-had-this-idea-of-dave-being ]

I made a post a long, long time ago (not gonna link that one bc it was personal and I was being very obviously mentally ill ["C'mon, like you're not being obviously mentally ill while typing paragraph upon paragraph about BroCal still in 2024 like 10 years later??" Fair.]) But the gist of it was that, like, having objectophilia or objectum sexuality is like, from an outsider pov, it's a way to express love to yourself. You filter all your self-hate through the object you love, and you get back unconditional love in return.

Lil Cal is never gonna hate Bro, no matter what Bro does. As a regular puppet, Lil Cal doesn't have the capacity for hate. And so that only brings them closer, since Cal is never gonna reject Bro for any reason. (Back to being a crutch. RSD is real, and Dave is probably a big trigger for that since he's not on the same wavelength of weird as Bro [not blaming Dave, obviously, this is a post about BroCal].) Bro can experience receiving positive attention from Lil Cal, without feeling 'fake' or uncool by expressing that same attention or affection directly to his own self. (Things are always done through multiple layers with the Striders, aren't they?) ((And I'm not saying Lil Cal doesn't love Bro, or that their relationship is just pretend - it's real, I'm just like, 'What's going on behind the curtain in the mundane situation?/ How is the relationship appealing?' Lil Cal luvs Bro 5eva 4 lyfe and that's a hard fact. Could cut diamonds with that shit.)) Example: maybe Bro is dealing with a bout of body/gender dysphoria and is trying to take out his frustration with working out, and it's not helping, even if he's powered through a set better than normal. Then, he notices the way Lil Cal is watching him, and he can feel the excitement seeping off Cal. He can sense the echoes of a wolf-whistle ring out through his mind, and it's like. Okay, none of that shit from before matters, he's got all the validation he needs right there in Lil Cal. Maybe flex in Cal's direction, Bro?

Oh, so back to being cute: isn't it wonderful how the template maker phrased it as 'playing dolls'? But yeah, I want all the mush and everything. Bro has a whole wardrobe for Lil Cal for every minor event that occurs in the Strider household. I want them going on genuine dates. Maybe even... holding hands. Bro blushes for the first time since he was 16. He even gets to take Lil Cal with him when he goes out to DJ or put on a show. Not to mention the whole website business. (I've talked about Cal's role in that before, but I'll mention it in a moment...)

They will die in a heart shaped pool of blood: I mean, kinda did happen, even tho Lil Cal didn't perma die right there. I don't think this one needs any explanation, since it basically happens in canon.

'You should see the other guy...': Okay, so. About 11 years ago, I had a really great idea. About how smuppets enter this world. I expanded on it in the following more-recent post (adult only content lol): https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/741683686717669376/back-in-the-day-my-friends-called-me-insane-when-i

To sum it up, whenever Bro makes a new smuppet design, he then gives it a video debut on his website, where uh, Lil Cal births the smuppet like it's a horror movie scene, fake blood and poly-fil gore all over the place as the smuppet crawls out from the viscera. Bro then gets to play aftercare by lovingly and gently cleaning up and restuffing Lil Cal as they get to admire their new creation and rake in the dough lol.

So it's technically not a 'you should see the other guy' kinda situation, but it does involve one of them being... idk what word would describe it. Injured by the other? Usually a character loses a fight and says this to act like they got out of it better than the other guy, but... We could have someone knock on the door during the filming of a scene like that, and Bro has to answer it with fake blood up to his elbows, and be like 'You should see the other guy.' (But obviously, that's a terrible idea and would cause more trouble than it's worth... Maybe worth it for a persistent door to door salesperson, though.)

Though, I guess I should also say, I'm not opposed to Bro beating on Lil Cal in or out of the bedroom. Or in the case of animate Lil Cal, Cal choking out Bro. In or out of the bedroom, lol. Depends on the situation, like I said I will ship this ship any which way. But my preference for animate Lil Cal is to be like a totally normal puppet around Bro (or mushy in-love with Bro) and then evil-murder-puppet towards anyone else in Bro's life, like a... toxic yaoi guard puppet. (New Phrase Achievement Unlocked!) Bro brings home another guy to have sex, who tries to stay the night due to the late hour, but the guy wakes up shortly after to see Lil Cal standing there with a knife in the dark, eyes glowing red. Panic ensues when the guest screams and freaks out, and by the time Bro's got a light on, grabbing his sword, ready for a ninja vs ninja fight (bc an intruder would've had to bypass all the traps), Lil Cal is just innocently splayed across the desk chair, no knife in sight. Relevant post (well, the caption on the post too, saying how Bro can't seem to hold onto any relationships besides Lil Cal):

[ https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/741830516962164736/i-want-you-so-youre-mine-always-selfishly ]

Uh, lol, also Cal choking out Bro in the bedroom, adult only drawing: https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/754328907438800896/i-wouldnt-wanna-be-my-ex-when-he-found-out-who

Thinking about them always and forever: Listen. My Tumblr as proof, I've had BroCal on the brain for at least 11 years at this point. Definitely longer, since I first started reading Homestuck. I fucking love puppets and dolls and plushies and I always have. Man, if I hadn't deleted Tweets (automated app I used to do, and I couldn't choose what to save) from when I was in high school, you could've seen me @ ing my fave band when they were taking lyric suggestions on a fan-inspired album, where I was telling them 'make a song where the theme is puppets' and, while I don't know if they saw that or took the suggestion (they had responded to me before bc they weren't huge yet), there is indeed a song titled "Puppets" on that album, and it was my favourite song on there. Point is, I was fated to ship BroCal before I even knew it existed.

Sicko 2 sicko communication: I mean, does this even need explaining? Bro and Cal aren't just on the same wavelength of freaky, they're the fucking source of the wavelength, and it's causing a feedback loop between them. And it does as feedback does, which is, it amplifies with time. (Going back to the spiral symbolism here, lol.) ((Actually, time can play a symbol here, too, I guess, but idk how to word it, I'm starting to run out of steam.))

Let them have a happy ending: God, I need this so badly. I know Bro's story ends in Homestuck, but like. Pls. Someone needs to officiate their wedding. Currently placing the dreambubble order, but I can't organize a wedding by myself. OH speaking of. In that lil comic I did above, where Bro is accepting Lil Cal's proposal, I had the Natural Born Killers wedding scene in mind. I was gonna draw that as a follow up, but I think I have too many WIPs going. Just two people on the run, saying "I do" in a scenic but completely ordinary roadside location. Idk why, I keep going back to that movie for things related to Bro (I mention it in a very important scene in a longer WIP I've been writing, as something Bro watched and internalized as a kid lol.) It's not the best movie lol. Anyway.

The devotion omg: I feel like I have already gotten my point across about this, but let me reiterate:

[ https://coridallasmultipass.tumblr.com/post/735842968450269184/in-the-name-of-iconic-magical-girl-anime-ill ]

Bro and Lil Cal absolutely beat the shit outta Jack Noir before he gets prototyped. And even then, they fight together till the death, like. C'mon. Nothing more romantic than fighting a losing battle side by side. Also, like, Lil Cal having his own protective chest for safekeeping as seen in the Strider living room? Like, you don't just have a protective case for any old thing, especially something meant to be handled, especially something that is regularly used to smack other things/humans. What I'm saying is, Lil Cal is durable and resilient, and yet, Bro still has a case for transporting Cal safely. Oh, wait, I just thought of something funny, what if Lil Cal goes feral like a cat, and basically the chest is like a cat carrier so Bro can drive without being constricted lmaoooo, I've been typing for hours can you tell?

Kind of homophobic: Listen. I HAD a Cal. Took him to college. Staked my claim on the top bunk bc I am royalty. Proceeded to not have anywhere to set my water cup and had to use a cardboard box as a table up there. Spilled water. Melted Cal's sharpie-drawn face. And then proceeded to cry. I have a WIP of Lil Cal 2, but that requires actually remembering to work on him. I wanna do better by the pattern, too, since I rushed to finish the first. I have all the material! I have the project started! So it's just a matter of reordering my WIP priorities, honestly.

Where is all the fucking content?!: For realzz. I was actually venting about this the other day (didn't end up posting it), but it's like, either there's no BroCal content, or there IS BroCal content, but I can't reblog it for reasons I don't want to get into on this post. I'm dying of thirst in the ocean, basically. Whatever. This just means I need to make more BroCal content myself, which I am more than happy to do. I've just had a rough past few months, so I'm glad I got to type all this post out, and hopefully I can get back to creating soon.

Last one! I hope this one makes up for the absurd length of the post, it's prob my new fave idea I just came up with on the spot.

[TW drink spiking by a stranger mentioned in this.]

Committing atrocities as their silly little activities: I think we all know what this means, but I am going to ignore that elephant with my special x-ray vision. Because this is a BroCal post. I'm digging deep to the meat and bones of this. Honestly, this could go multiple routes, it depends on how you take your Lil Cal.

One could place emphasis on the 'guard' part of the, ahem ahem, toxic yaoi guard puppet. Maybe someone is actually trying to harm Bro, and Bro legit can't do anything for reasons outside of his control - let's say his drink got spiked a while after he invited a stranger home that he thought was chill. As Bro gets shoved down on the futon, his memory of the night is only a few flickers. Familiar orange plush, roiling around above him like a dancing windsock. Flashes of Lil Cal's face all distorted and stretched wide like a funhouse. J-Lo and Ice Cube on the TV. But when Bro is finally able to fully wake up in the morning, everything is as if he just got home alone last night and passed out on the futon. Cal looks totally normal and content tucked under Bro's warm arm. Except when Bro gets up, there is a pair of shoes too big to belong to him at the door. Maybe Bro knows. Maybe instinct tells him to run. Maybe he does, but he's running towards Lil Cal, every time.

[iron-hearts-ablaze]

Karlach's Act 3: rewritten

// So, as it stands, Karlach's Act 3 is extremely bittersweet or downright depressing. We either have; - Her death (the canon ending if not impacted) - Karlach returning to the place that tormented her with a slim chance of success (can do this alone in her Origin) - Becoming a mind flayer and eventually losing herself, but not before becoming what she fears most; lonely - Enthralled by someone who replaces the Absolute (and probably burn up not long after) - Killed in Act 1 as part of Wyll's mission

// Depressing. I want to give the chance to change that. Something a lot of us wish was available in the game. Using what was talked about in interviews and hinted at in game but never lead anywhere.

// I propose a rewritten Act 3. Making use of the connection she has to the Steel Watch / Foundry. Details below. If you are interested in RPing this verse with me, let me know!

The side quest triggers as you attempt to pass the Steel Watch at the gates to the Lower City. Just like we currently have, the unit will reognise Karlach as an out-of-date unit, and commands her to attend the Foundry. This speech will stay the same in game, only difference is it starts the quest line to investigate the Foundry out of Karlach's curiousity.

Upon entering the Foundry and with investigation and perception, can slowly piece together what happens here and how people are made into Steel Watchers - much like you can already in-game. - taken the prototype that made the bots we've seen in game so far and blueprints from Zariel - Kill the person, make them a zombie, infect the brain with a tadpole, put brains into the models and use the psychic connection to control them.

This provides not only more of a fury for Karlach towards Gortash for killing all these people, but also an odd connection to the Steel Watch. She would want them all destroyed as a way to free the poor souls trapped inside. She actually finds that more important that it making fighting Gortash easier - that's just the cherry on top.

However, as a rewrite, you can also find that Gondians had attempted to craft a hellfire element to the Steel Watch but were yet to perfect it - showing prowess in infernal mechanics. Giving Karlach the go ahead in her quest to talk to them.

PLAYER CHOICE:- Save the Gondians and try and see if they can help Karlach with the aid from Dammon? Avenge the Ironhands and destroy all chances of Karlach to find a fix for her engine. Karlach will leave the party.

If the player chooses to save the Gondians and stall the Ironhands, the Gondians promise to take what they can from the Fondry and follow the players guidance to seek out Dammon for aid as repayment for saving them, and their family (if completed the Iron Throne). Player can then dismantle the Foundry as they wish.

After returning to Dammon and donating three pieces of infernal iron - they will create a new heart for Karlach. Karlach's second fix will need to happen first, otherwise she is untouchable and cannot undergo surgery.

Excited, but nervous, the player can reassure Karlach to go through with the operation. Karlach will leave camp during the next long rest, is not visible at her tent during the night or the morning, but will appear again after talking to Dammon once again.

The operation was a success. Karlach appears in complete control of her flames (which is now part of her rage during fights, otherwise is off when not in battle) and over the moon to begin her new life.

Cured. Free.

[shigarakisbabyy]

Come on, big guy- Bottom!Sub!Endeavor x Top!Dom!FtM!Reader NSFW

Hello everyone!! This is a NSFW fic of enji todoroki and a trans male reader!! I hope you all enjoy >:). Reader is assumed to be on T and have top surgery, and has a tdick.

Also! I posted this same fic on my ao3 but with Hawks replacing the reader (but still FtM)

Warnings: mentions of bottom surgery, porn without plot, strap ons, sub!enji, dom!reader, bondage, blindfolds, oral, praise, master kink, spanking, gags, light degradation, orgasm control

The average person wouldn’t look at Enji and think he’s a submissive. No, based off all appearances he seems to be the dom in the relationship between you two, but no one knows Enji like you do. They don’t know how sweetly he begs for you, how he relishes in being tied up and tortured for hours after a long patrol. It’s a stress reliever for him, a way he can let go of all responsibility and duties and just be your good boy.

So when Enji came home looking utterly exhausted and tense, you got the ropes and toys ready to make him come completely undone and forget all about his day.

And now, here he was, kneeling for you with a blindfold covering his pretty turquoise eyes. His arms were tied behind his back in intricate knots, and his mouth was open and waiting for you to start using it.

“You gonna be a good boy for me?” You asked, gripping onto Enji’s hair and tugging it backwards so he was looking up at you. Of course you already knew his answer, but it was nice to hear him say it.

“Yes,” He said, his voice breathy and quiet. In everyday life he was loud and violent, yet when you had him in the bedroom it was hard to get him to speak above a whisper, save for his moans.

“Good,” You replied, shoving his face towards your groin, “Then suck.”

Instantly he latched onto your tdick with his lips and tongue, sucking away. You had him trained well, as he knew exactly how to drive you completely insane with his mouth. The twirling of his tongue, the sucking, the gentle grazes of his teeth… it was hard to make yourself last very long before cumming all over his face.

You threw your head back and moaned, deep and rumbly. You pushed his face deeper into you, grinding against his mouth for more friction.

“Fuck yeah baby,” You groaned, biting your lip, “Fuuuck yeah, right there. Good boy. Gooood boy, Enji.”

His cheeks lit up red with your praise, making you lightly smile. A hardcore villain couldn’t get to him, but the minute you called him your good boy he was putty in your hands. What a fascinating and alluring man Enji Todoroki was.

Shaking, you finally came from his skilled tongue, your juices coating the bottom half of his face. You panted and released your grip on his hair.

“Clean it up,” You commanded.

He quickly started licking up and down the insides of your thighs, then lapping up the wetness left over. You shook from the overstimulation yet you didn’t stop him, because you knew that tasting you was his favorite part.

One of the best parts of Enji being so submissive for you is that he doesn’t have to be. If he truly wanted, he could easily overpower and dominate you thanks to his strong muscles and large stature. But he chose to give himself to you, to let you control him, and he kept choosing it every time. He wanted you to own him. He wanted to be weak and needy for you.

“Such a good boy f’me,” You said, petting Enji’s hair, “Doing everything master tells you to. So obedient.”

He whined into you, flustered. You then pulled his head back, your juices glistening over his face. He panted heavily, his tongue falling out of his mouth like a dog. The sight made sparks erupt in your stomach, desire shooting through you. Desire to destroy him even more.

You put your finger through the loop of his collar and tugged it up, telling him to stand. He quickly obeyed. “Get on the bed.”

You helped guide him there, then pushed him down onto his stomach and quickly got on top of him. He was a gorgeous sight from behind, with contoured and perfect back muscles, a deliciously tiny waist, and a perfect ass that would make most women jealous. The plug you had put in him earlier with a pink jeweled base shined in the light. He seemed to be made to be a bottom.

You brought your hand down on his left ass cheek, making him lightly jolt. “You want my cock?” You asked. You had a plethora of straps to choose from to fuck Enji with.

“Y-yes,” He whined, pushing his ass back against you. You brought your hand down on his ass again.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, master.”

You reached over onto the nightstand and grabbed one of the straps you had laid out, the bigger of the two. The strap was girthy and long, but you knew Enji could take it. You had trained his ass well. You quickly attached it to yourself, putting your throbbing tdick through a small hole in the base so you could fuck him and get pleasure as well.

You pulled his plug out which elicited a small whine from him, then set it on the nightstand. You grabbed a small bottle of lube and coated the strap in it, then slowly started plunging it into his hole.

“Hmm,” You said, “I wonder how pretty you’d sound if I gagged that mouth of yours.”

Enji whined back to you, but you weren’t sure if it was from your cock or the thought of being gagged. You took the latter and grabbed a ball gag you set in the nightstand and made quick work of putting it on him. Slowly, you sheathed the entire strap inside him

“You like that?” You asked, smiling because you knew Enji couldn’t reply in anything but whines and moans.

You started out slow with little thrusts, then slowly worked your way up until you were slamming into him. He twitched and cried beneath you and pushed his ass back against the strap, bucking his hips. You gripped the rope that tied his arms behind him and pulled it towards you, arching his back to help keep him still.

“You like when I fuck this ass?” You grunted out, “You like when I make you my bitch?”

Moaning into his gag, he made a noise that resembled a yes. You groaned out from the feel of the strap on your tdick, not as good as Enji’s mouth but still pleasant. You couldn’t wait to get bottom surgery so you could feel Enji from the inside.

Today was actually a light day for you two. Most days when you both wanted to get kinky, there were nipple clamps, a lot more bondage, edging for hours until you eventually let him cum and then overstimulated him, and paddles for spanking him with. But right now you just wanted to make Enji feel good and do the things you knew for certain he loved.

You brought your hand down on his ass again, then again, then again, until bright red marks adorned his cheeks. He looked so gorgeous when he had your markings on him, you thought. So pretty when he had signs of your ownership.

His moans grew louder and louder, telling you that he was about to cum. You took the gag off him and threw it to the floor. “I hope you’re not thinking you’re gonna cum without asking me first.”

“P-please,” He groaned, “Wanna cum, please.”

“Beg better and I might consider.”

“Please!” He twitched frantically beneath you, so close to the edge and trying so hard to keep himself from going over, “Master please. N-need to cum! I-I’ll be good, I promise!”

You smiled and gripped his hair with your other hand and pulled his head back. “Cum for me, baby,” You groaned, close to the edge yourself.

He moaned violently, almost screaming, as he came. You wished you could see his pretty, blissed out face instead of the back of his head, since he surely looked heavenly.

With a few more thrusts you were cumming as well, biting your lip and groaning. When both of you were down from your highs you both breathed heavily. You took the blindfold off him and undid the ropes tying his arms back. You slowly pulled out of him and took the strap off you, then set it on the nightstand next to the other one. You could tell that both of you were done for the night.

Falling onto the bed beside him, you held your arms open for Enji which he quickly accepted, resting his head on your chest and hiking his leg up over yours. He was like a big teddy bear after you played with him.

“Everything okay?” You asked, petting his hair and massaging his arm where you knew the ropes dug in, “Anything hurt?”

He hummed out a no and nuzzled his face into your chest. Your heart swelled from how cute he was.

“I love you baby,” You said, “Love you so much. You’re so pretty and sweet and you’re such a good boy for me. I love you.”

He whined into you and mumbled an “I love you” back. You kissed the top of his head and slowly, you both drifted off to sleep.

[dawnthefox24]

*Cole knew it was a stupid idea, he knew it was stupid for shoving Ashe it was a death wish but he had too. Besides Overwatch and the Gang  happened to be in the same area only to be stick in a cross fire with Talon agents. It was a temporary truce between the two but as of as now he took a stray bullet that got him instead of Ashe, so this is how he dies huh. Sacrificing himself once more*

Cole:*look at his own blood surrounding him and hears Ashe panic* y-you can't even watch yer own-

Ashe:*cuts him off as she tries to stop the bleeding* IDIOT!! SACRIFICING YOURSELF FOR ME !!!

Cole:*lets out a painful chuckle before groaning a bit* S-..Someone had to watch..fuck..watch your back...

Ashe:*glares at him* You're a fucking idiot!!!

Cole:*is to tired too argue with her*... thought y-you want me dead...

Ashe:*glares at him but seems very concern* Shut up save and your breath beside only I can get to kill you...

Cole: *feels his eyes become heavy from the blood lose*I..I'm a sorry...

Ashe:*snaps her fingers in his face before looking around for any medics* Hey! Hey ! Hey keep yer eyes open...Don't you even dare close them...CAN SOMEONE GET ME A MEDIC!!! HE NEEDS HEALING!!!

Cole:*is trying to stay awake*..I-I'm sorry for...everything Ashe...

Ashe: *looks quickly back at him* Hey asshole you better not die on me!!

Cole:*feels his vision become blurry before the whole world goes black hearing Ashe voice calling him *

~~~

Cole:*Groans softly as he wakes up sore and winces in pain before turning his head and see's Ashe sleeping in a chair arms crossed looking like shit*what the-

Angela:*walks in worriedly cutting him off* thank goodness you're awake Cole, you were out for at least half a day I was starting to become worried you wouldn't be able to wake up and- Whats wrong?

Cole:*looks at Ashe* What is she doing here?

Angela: *looks at Cole than at Ashe*She wanted to stay when you wake up...

Cole:*is confused* Thats not....

Angela:*sighs softly* Well her quick thinking brought you over here too me she was very worried about you Cole...

Cole:...That's not something she woul-*gets cut off*

Angela: *sighs*Cole look she was begging me to save you, she cried but don't tell her I said that okay.

Cole: *looks a bit shocked* S-she cried?

Angela: Look she here because she insisted, trust me not everyone was to keen about her coming with us mainly the whole gang

Cole:*leans up in shock only to be struck with pain in his chest* THE GAN- Fuck!!

Angela:*sets him down hushing him* Shh relax and Yes the Deadlock gang is in Overwatch

Cole:*nods softly and sighs* Tell me Angie how bad is it...injury I mean....

Angela:*sighs softly* well the bullet really didn't leave... It shattered so I had to carefully remove each fragment out around your chest...it just missed you're heart...

Cole: Damn...is this why I'm having chest pains?

Angela:*nods* yes but you'll be in top shape in no time though-

Ashe:*wakes up and see's Cole awake*  This isn't a dream right..I better not be dreaming...

Cole:*Looks at Angie and looks at Ashe*

Angela: I'll leave you two alone but I'll be outside and no its he's awake be gentle with him okay*smiles sweetly knowing what cole meant by that, but also smiles threatenly towards Ashe as she leaves them alone*

Ashe:...

Cole:...

Cole:*not liking the silence * You know-

Ashe:*cuts him off* You died...Twice in a row during the surgery... you better thank that Angel of yours....

Cole: I'll thank her later...You know you could have left me to di-*is surprised when Ashe hugs him tightly*

Ashe: *is trying not to cry* Don't finish statement..You scared me...

Cole:*Sighs softly hugging her back before pulling away from her since this was going to be awkward* I'm sorry for scarin ya.... Ashe:...Why did you do it.... Cole:...Do what?

Ashe:*glares at him* You know what I mean...Why did you save me!? Cole:*Looks away from her * I don't kno- Ashe: LIAR!! THAT BULLET WAS MEANT FOR ME SO WHY!?! Cole: *looks down* Cause it was cheap shot against you and someone had to watch yer damn back!! Ashe:...why do you always have to be the hero.... Cole:...I only do it for the people I care about....Look you may not like me and for me I can't hate you...you have every right to hate me Ashe for everything I did....But in the end I did it for you and the gang more than you can ever realise...

Ashe:....You're the most dumbest man I've ever met Cassidy....I didn't need you saving me!! I would have been fine but than you shoved me and... Cole: You were saving me... Ashe: We'll yeah only I'm the only person who can kill you not by some random Talon agent or whatever it was.... Cole: And how come you're not killing me now? Ashe: *rolls her eyes* I got threaten by a monkey and an angel but mainly mostly by everyone Cole:*snorts a laughter*There very protective of me.... Ashe: *sighs softly* You really care about them don't you Cole: We'll I care about them like how I still care about the gang, why do this I haven't thrown any of you guys in jail or even better you guys aren't even dead. Ashe:.... Ashe: You know that does mean I have time to plan on killing you right? Cole:*shrugs and smiles softly* I know but still you always miss Ashe:*glares at him* I won't miss this time and this means nothing I only saved you because I want too kill you myse- Cole:*rolls his eyes* yes yes, You want to kill yourself and not someone else. Ashe: Yeah that... Cole: Yet you came here too Overwatch and now what? You gonna head home with the gang and let them know that I lived? Ashe: I'll tell them that You lived but I won't tell them I hugged you alright... Cole: Alright than but be careful cause were friends with a few hackers so get ready for some blackmailing. Ashe: Yeah I'll blackmail them with a bullet through the skull first Cole:*Laughs a bit before wincing in pain* Shit I can't laugh too much Ashe:*smiles lightly but went to grab her stuff and fixed her hair* This was a truce for now Cassidy remember that..

Cole: Yeah I get that Ashe, also don't worry I won't tell a single soul and Athena can you delete whatever you saw Athena: *hums a bit* Of course Agent Cassidy. Ashe: *rolls her eyes * Thanks and I sometimes hate AI, forgot you have one. Cole: Not everyone trusts you, but I promise you they won't see the hug and you cryin~*he teased her* Ashe:*flustered* I wasn't cryin!!! Cole:*waves his hand a bit* yeah, yeah. I'll see you in another time Ashe take care Ashe: *puts her coat on and glares at him before flipping him off before leaving* I'll kill you next time Cole.... Cole: Bye Ashe *once she left with he rest of the Gang, Angela came back looking a bit concerned* Angela: She could have killed you know... Cole: Though she didn't Angela:*sighs softly pinching the bridge of her nose*...What do you see in her Cole? Cole: *thinks of all the times he spent with Ashe when he was with the deadlock gang* Cole: We'll let me whisper it in you're ear Angela:*walks over to him and her eyes widen as what Cole is telling her* SERIOUSLY!!!?? Cole: Yup but promise not to tell the others Angela: Honestly Cole I don't think they would even want to hear it Cole:*chuckles softly* Thanks Angie Angela:*Rolls her eyes but smiles softly* Anytime Cole and rest okay you need it.