#she's incredibly broken in the head and i like that

[a-flickering-soul]

Rabbit seems like the kind of machine that has, like, the robotic equivalent of a mildly inflamed appendix and I think that's very sexy of her

anon you are so right she is so busted she is such a mess and she is having such a good time about it all

[dilfdoctordoom]

It should really be acknowledged that one of the first massive blows to Starfire's character came not in the New 52 (though the treatment of her there was deplorable) but in the 2003 Teen Titans series

[haverdoodles]

(TW: drug withdrawal, addiction recovery)

A War Within

— (Cullen & Ellana)

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Immediately upon entering Cullen’s office, Ellana was surprised by a wine glass hurtling towards her face at an alarming speed. Deftly, she stepped out of its path and watched as it shattered against the doorframe near where her head had been moments before.

She glanced down at the broken glass littering the floor, then at Cullen – who was standing in the middle of the room, his face contorted in an expression of horror – and closed the door.

“I take it that wasn’t meant for me,” Ellana observed. “Target practice, Commander?”

“Oh Maker,” Cullen groaned, shoulders slumping. “Inquisitor– Ellana, I am so sorry, I wasn’t thinking–“

“I am quite unharmed, Cullen, it’s alright.” Ellana said, her eyes already assessing him worriedly from head to toe.

The man was a wreck.

Cullen wore nothing but a sweat-drenched tunic and his leather trousers, looking incredibly uncomfortable despite being clothed in far less layers than he usually wore. Ellana could spy his armour and furs tossed haphazardly across the room, as if he had been pulling them off in a hurry. His hair was uncharacteristically tousled from being tugged at repeatedly, and his face was more haggard than Ellana had ever seen it – and she had seen him after some particularly brutal battles.

He looked miserable, she deduced with a pang. Cullen looked desperately as though he wished to rush over and sweep her in his arms, though instead he hung back uncertainly, his arms wrapped around his waist like a nervous boy.

“Cullen,” Ellana breathed. “I told you to tell me if it was getting worse.”

Cullen flushed and averted his face from hers, his shoulders curving further inward in an unconscious display of shame. “I didn’t… I didn’t want you to see me like this. Like an addict.”

Ellana shook her head, stepping carefully over the broken glass and entering further into his office. ‘He certainly spared no object,’ she thought, eyeing the scattered papers and splintered wood that surrounded them both.

“You are addicted to lyrium,” she said gently, “And you are recovering. This has never been a deterrent for me, you know that.”

Cullen still wouldn’t meet her eyes. “Every day, I wake up fearing that your opinion has changed.”

“An irrational fear,” she reminded him. “I am not going anywhere, Cullen, whether you like it or not.”

Ellana took a seat on the edge of his desk and opened her arms invitingly. Cullen wasted no time sinking into her embrace, releasing a shaky sigh. He buried his face in her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her slender frame. Ellana had grown accustomed to his bear hugs, and actually quite enjoyed them, but this time was different. He was hugging her not out of joy, but out of pain and fear.

“Where does it hurt, vhen’an?” Ellana whispered, reaching up to wrap her arms across his broad back.

“Everywhere,” Cullen hissed, just as a shudder wracked his frame. He groaned. “It feels as though my bones are grinding themselves together. I can’t – I can’t breathe, I can’t think – I should be taking it.”

“No, Cullen.” She told him firmly.

Cullen tensed, recoiling from her touch. “Do you wish to see me suffer?” He half-sobbed, gripping at her shirt with a vengeance she knew was not truly directed at her. “I have men who depend on me, men who trust me to lead them into battle and bring them home. How can I do that if I am like… this?”

“Cullen, listen to me,” Ellana snapped. She was using her Inquisitor tone, and she hated it, but she knew it was the only way to snag his attention. “It is because your men depend on you that you are doing this, remember? You wish to break free from the Chantry’s shackles, to prove to Templars and addicts everywhere that ties to lyrium can be broken. The soldiers know this. They admire you for it.”

“It hurts,” Cullen whimpered. “My blood is on fire. I can hear the lyrium singing. It’s so beautiful…” He was shivering now - Ellana shifted closer so that the entire front of her body was pressed against his, in an effort to lend him some of her heat. Her heart ached.

“My sweet Cullen,” Ellana whispered, stroking a hand through his sweaty curls. “You are so brave. I am so proud of you, vhen’an. So proud.”

“I love you,” he managed to say, before releasing a deep groan of agony. Cullen slumped bonelessly against her, and Ellana could feel his erratic heartbeat, so quick and fragile. Her eyes filled with tears.

“I love you too,” she told him with quiet ferocity. “And I will never leave you, do you understand? We will get through this together.”

“Don’t leave me.” A plea, barely a breath, more of a brush of his lips against her shoulders.

Ellana squeezed her eyes shut and tried her very best not to cry.

[leviathanspain]

I loved the seven evil exes !! ‘M kinda curious as to what happens when all 7 meet face to face- it would be a train wreck.. - :[ anon

seven evil exes: reunited

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frank castle x reader, matt murdock x reader, pietro maximoff x reader, loki x reader, druig x reader, tony stark x reader, doctor strange x reader

synopsis: your hospital stay pulls out all of your doting exes from the shadows, and a large argument insues with threats of flying limbs and stabbings with spoons

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“im fine, nat.” you moved from her reach as she tried to brush your hair over your stitches. you noticed that she had been tidying the room up and cleaning you up, even painting your toes which she must’ve done while you were unconscious because otherwise she would’ve never been able to hold you down.

“what’s going on?” you asked her as you saw an approaching figure that dawned a green cape with a large horned golden helmet that seemed all too familiar-

“natasha!” you yelled as the door swung open to reveal loki, standing before you with a frown of worry.

“my dove-“ he walked over to you and fussed, examining your injuries. you had a broken arm, fractures in your legs and a concussion that had taken you out for days.

“loki. what are you doing here?” you glared daggers at natasha who was stuffing the makeup brushes into her bag. natasha looked up and raised an eyebrow, “oh! i didn’t call him..”

you felt like you got slapped across the face, besides that, the drugs were working.

“well then..who did you call?”

natasha looked past you and towards the window to see a specific blind lawyer and a well dressed tony stark, behind each other and both unaware of the other as they rushed to your room.

“no!” you shoved loki off and tried to stand up, clawing at the wheels of your bed as you collapsed on the floor. you groaned, and loki tried to help you up.

“y/n!” a portal opened up from under you and suddenly stephen strange was holding you by the waist and pushing you back up onto the bed.

“goddamnit!” you felt defeated as the pain hit you like a shock wire. stephen chided you as he let you brace yourself on him. loki had stepped back to stare at stephen.

“what are you doing on her-“ he began but you waved a hand to shut him up.

just as you had finally gotten back onto the bed, matt who had been using his cane the entire time to make it seem like he was just your average blind lawyer, threw the cane onto the chair near the door and stepped up to the side without loki and stephen, who were both giving each other the most menacing glare.

“y/n? are you alright? i could hear your heart beat from the parking lot and it was thumping incredibly loud, like you’re scared or something-“ matt rambled on, his voice shaky.

“what in the fuck is this? disneyland?” tony strode into the room and took his sunglasses off as he glared at you. you looked at him in disbelief, “whatever head game you played on me, wore off. i remember everything now.”

you swallowed nervously as tony stayed in his place by the door, “we got the three blind mice,” he looked over at matt and smirked, “who was actually believable to be blind-“

“i am.” matt piped up but you squeezed his hand.

“reindeer games who if i last remember,” tony gave you a glance, “had faked his death and ran off into the distance.”

“clearly you needed to be caught up.” loki remarked.

“and then we have stephen, who out of this bunch, including my dashing self, seems to be the most normal.”

“can i add myself to that equation too?” pietro had appeared into the room and you wanted to at that moment, literally jump off a cliff. as you thought it couldn’t get any worse, it was.

natasha stepped up from the background and peered behind matt, “this is the one i actually called. for being fast, you got here pretty late!” she scolded pietro and he shrugged, “i was doing some decorating for when she comes home.”

you rolled your eyes, “jesus christ.”

matt nudged you, “hey.” he chided and you waved a hand.

“so who’s actually the boyfriend?“ tony asked as he and the men just stood in place around your bed. any other situation, this many men surrounding you would’ve been the perfect wet dream, but considering it wasn’t dream, you made it to be your worst nightmare.

they all looked at each other before a collective, “me.”

“so leaving brazil lands you in a hospital bed?” another voice spoke from behind the men and you looked up to see the familiar gaze of druig.

“please, no more of you guys.” in the back of your mind you thought of your worst ex and how he would literally have a field day of your embarrassment, and you just prayed he wouldn’t show.

“there’s more of us?” stephen raised his eyebrows and you tugged on a robe, “you’ve been the most recent, so no.”

he nodded intently and looked to druig, “well, welcome to the “we’ve fucked y/n” club.” he gave a fake smile and druig glared at him, “speaking of her so disrespectfully is making me want to reject that invitation.”

you shrugged, “i don’t mind.”

“of course you don’t, draga.” pietro patted your head and you winced lightly.

“watch it. my dove doesn’t need to be dealing with this. asgard has all you need if you just come wit-“ loki was cut off by the stomping of large and familiar boots coming from the corridor.

“where is she?!” a shout rose from the hallway and all the men raised their eyebrows in surprise to see a scary looking man, shouting to find you.

if you could, you would’ve grabbed the pillow and tried to put yourself into a coma.

“this is just great.” you spoke.

frank looked at all the men in the room and laughed, “look at all of you. a circus of freaks.” he laughed again, “hey red, how’s life looking?” he teased matt who sat uncomfortable in his chair, “bleak.” he said bluntly and you could tell by his body language that matt wasn’t aware of you and frank castle.

“wow.” was all natasha said to break the silence. the men were now fully surrounding you in a circle. and you never wanted to hide your face more than this moment.

“i cannot believe you slept with tony stark.” pietro spoke.

“i cannot believe you actually care-“ tony defended himself and a mountain of voices created an argument and you yelled to get their attention.

“can everyone just stop?!” they all turned to look at you and you sighed, “loki. please leave, it’s been so long i don’t even think you had anything better to do today than to visit me. go beg for leadership elsewhere.” you waved a hand and before he could protest, loki was faded out.

“whoa.” was all that druig said as he looked at you, “and you.” you now fixated on him, “youre psychotic. get help.” druig scoffed and you waved him away.

“tony, god you embarrass me. literally get out of my room.” tony began to protest but you waved a hand, but you paused briefly, “remember that snitches get stitches.” and he faded out.

“we’ll talk later, i cant leave the sanctum alone for long.” stephen saw himself out with a portal and you turned to natasha and held a hand out, “exactly what i mean.”

natasha stifled a laugh. and then you were down to the remaining three men.

“you guys are kind of my favorites, the drugs will have me admit that.” the three men looked at each other and shrugged.

“pietro, you can take me home, just please go make yourself busy until nat gets me discharged.” pietro nodded a sped away.

matt turned to you as pietro left, “what’s left for me? ‘i hate blind guys so give me your cane so you can stumble out of here?’”

you laughed and nudged him, “of course not. im taking your glasses too.”

matt laughed and you smiled for a brief moment, forgetting of the looming figure standing near the sink.

“matthew, im really mad over how we left things, i would love to talk more but i don’t think this is the right setting.” matt nodded, “i understand. you know hell’s kitchen will always be your home.” he stood up and kissed your forehead.

he walked out and now you were left with the final man.

“frank.” you held your arms out to the marine who walked to hold you in his embrace.

“i missed you so much but you picked the worst time to see me.”

“worst time? my girl’s in the hospital having an argument with every one of her ex boyfriends and you say that’s a bad time? this was entertaining!” he laughed and you rolled your eyes, “whatever. just promise me that you’ll check in?”

frank nodded, kissing your cheek as he shoved a hat over his face, “yes ma’am.”

hours later and sleep came so easily as you you asked for it. pietro remained the only ex you kept around just for the sake of him scratching that itch every so often while being free of the responsibility that came with it.

but you decided to move back to hell’s kitchen to be closer to matt and frank, you saw a future with either of them.

but for now, you were tucked into your bed as you admired the basket of gifts sent by your lovers, natasha stealing the candy from every single one of them.

[look-at-the-soul]

All we’d ever need (Part 1)

Tommy Shelby x reader

🌷Massive thanks to @lyarr24 for providing this idea. I can’t say this enough, Lee-Anne your incredible idea came just as I was feeling kind of out of Tommy inspiration (maybe because the season is gone), thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing and trusting this and other ideas… I love it!!!

🔮Summary:  You are Polly’s goddaughter, met Tommy when you moved in with your godmother. After Grace left, when he was broken, in a shell, moved by the pain… until he started noticing you. Then in a serious relationship some unexpected news will shake their worlds a little.

“Polly open the safe please.” She was looking at the window, distracted. “Polly…”

She finally woke up from dreamland and confused, looked at him.

Tommy pointed at the safe.

What was it with everyone lately? Doing everything slower, making him repeat himself.

“Have you heard from Y/N?” She opened the safe and looked at him in silence.

“She’s busy, I guess Polly.” Taking what he needed, he closed it again. “Why?”

Polly looked around, there were people taking bets. This wasn’t the time or place to tell him, she needed to talk to Y/N first.

“Oh, nothing she just told me her father got some new stones and pearls, there are two rare yellow diamonds she wanted to show me.”

Tommy narrowed his eyes at her. What the fuck?

“Pol, I need you focused on the business, we are about to take over Sabini can your fucking pearls wait for later?”

“Calm down Thomas, everything will be fine.”

Tommy arched his eyebrows. “Of course, it will, and you want to know why? Because I’m not thinking of fucking yellow diamonds.” He snapped and left the room.

He had so much going on at the same time, he didn’t have patience for this.

Marching to his office he found Lizzie coming out from it.

“The files you have been waiting arrived, I just left them on your desk.”

Finally, the information over Michael and Anna Gray.

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“Lizzie says there was a gunshot.” Y/N entered Tommy’s office with a worried look.

He was picking up the papers scattered on the floor.

“She’s mad at me because I didn’t tell her where Michael is.”

“You found her son?! Tommy…” The smile on her face told him he did the right thing.

“I can’t tell her where he is, just look at what she did.” He pointed at the ceiling, there was the fucking hole.

“If you know she’s carrying a loaded gun, you should have known better not to make her upset.” She warned him, but then her eyes got soft and a smile started to form. Tommy pulled her hard for a kiss, their lips smashing together, immediately feeling like he started a fire inside of her. “Wait, wait, Tommy.” She asked out of breath, his hand somehow was already half way inside her panties.

“What.” He was frustrated, getting hard within seconds.

“I have something for you.” That’s why she was in his office. “Was going to wait until the races, but the reopening of The Garrison seems very fitting.” Y/N opened her purse to show him a black velvet box.

Inside, Tommy found a gold cufflink set.

“See? The little wishbone there?” Y/N took one and lifted his left wrist just to see how it would look. “I asked my father to put the flour-leaf clover and the horseshoe to wish you good fortune, also because you love your horses.” It was a tremendous piece of art. “It’s 14k.”

Tommy cupped her face between his hands, he didn’t know how she do it, in the middle of the madness, on top of his chaos, she brought calmness, peace, a smile and everything got better.

“Thank you, Y/N for this… for everything.” He adored her, would do anything to see her smile.

Pleased that Tommy liked his present, Y/N pressed her lips on his for a quick kiss. “Will you finally show me what dress you chose for me?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

“Should I be scared of your choice?” Y/N took his flat cap from his hands and placed it on top of her head. Tommy gave it a little tug to cover half her eyes.

“I chose you, I think you should be scared.” Lifting her chin up to look at him from under the small visor of the cap, she asked: “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“You sound like me now, ey?”

“Just so you to know… I chose you, I gave you the chance, not the other way around.” He knew that, but he liked to give her a hard time.

Especially when he was in a good mood like tonight.

The Shelby brothers kept the new decoration of The Garrison a top secret until tonight.

Everything was new, there was lots and lots of gold everywhere she looked around, they wanted to show off their new status, the power… Tommy removed the arm around her waist to hug Arthur, a genuine smile on his face, lighting him up.

“There you are, come here girl!” Arthur took her in his arms and spun her around, earning a happy squeal.

“Oi! Put her down!” Tommy joked.

The kiss on her cheek tickled for the mustache. “Good to see you Y/N, good to see you.”

Tommy grabbed a drink and took her hand to guide her to a quiet place, as they were walking by the main entrance, Ada appeared with Karl in her arms. Haven’t seen her in a while.

“I’m glad you came, Ada.” Tommy wrapped his arm around her shoulders as Esme took Karl.

She opened her free arm to Y/N. “You look nice.” Excitedly she gave Ada two kisses. “Likewise… You should visit more often, next time Karl won’t even know my name.”

“When are you finally getting married?” Ada asked, making Y/N look down. She hadn’t told Tommy anything yet, he was always busy, always fixing things, solving everyone’s problems. Besides, he never showed any interest in taking their relationship to the next level.

Clearing his throat he suggested: “Why don’t you talk to Polly? She’s already pissed.”

Walking over her, Y/N tried to fix Polly’s hair, her coat was hanging from her shoulders, a drunk smirk on her face.

“If you don’t have an address, then I’m not interested.” She downed her drink as if it was water.

“Polly…” Y/N started.

“You must know it, he tells you everything.”

“I don’t have his address Pol, I would go and find him for you, you know I love you.”

“Filthy liar.” Polly pointed her finger at her. “Get me the address, or I will tell your man.”

Ada looked between them. What was she talking about?

Y/N felt stabbed. “Don’t you dare. You wouldn’t do it.” It wasn’t fair from her.

“You heard me, and you know me.” Polly’s stare could turn anyone in stone.

“What’s going on?” Ada looked between them, confused.

“Do it, and I will make sure Tommy never gives you the address.” Y/N warned. Anger running through her veins. Y/N loved her, but she would never forgive Polly if she opened her mouth.

Three days earlier…

“Tommy is driving me crazy Y/N, you need to distract him with something.”

Y/N chuckled. “You say that like you don’t actually know Tommy.” She poured some tea for both of them. Polly was her godmother, her Mum’s best friend, they were very close since she was in, well… the oven.

“You are right, he is acting like a lion in a cage, nothing will calm him until the business is settled. Not even you.”

“Last night he was talking about a new horse he wants, thinking of names out loud, I swear I was listening to him, but he was having one of those phases when he can’t stop talking… then he got angry because I fell asleep.” He was so pissed at her.

Polly chuckled. “He barely says four words with us. All he does is move his eyes, I have to guess what he wants and then he won’t shut up with you. You make him good Y/N.”

“He makes me good too.” She saw her goddaughter’s eyes glow at the thought of him. “Did you choose the pearls for your necklace?”

Her father owned a jewelry in London, they just got some precious stones from Africa and beautiful pearls from the Philippines, Polly’s birthday already passed but she wanted to gift her something special.

“My girl, you don’t have to give me anything, you know that.” She smiled at Y/N, she was like a daughter to her, the closest kind of love she would ever have.

Y/N took Polly’s hands in hers, suddenly the memories at nine years old when Polly let her play dress up with her handbags, hats and necklaces hit back. “I met Tommy thanks to you, remember? There’s no pearl, or precious stone in the world to give you back what you gave me.”

“Come here.” Polly opened her arms for her.

“Thank you Polly for everything you’ve done for me, and for them.” She added pointing at the Shelby brothers photograph. Y/N had tears in her eyes.

“Stop, you are making me cry.”

“We have to go, now.” Tommy ordered, not even saying good morning to them.

“But…” Y/N took the cup in her hands to place it in the sink.

“I said now.” His hand extended to her.

“Give me that, I will clean it.” Polly said to her and watched them leave the house.

As the front door closed and her eyes saw the remains of tea leaves her goddaughter left in her cup, Polly gasped. She had taken a second look to make sure she wasn’t wrong, but even in the light by the window she saw the same over and over.

A baby.

Y/N was pregnant.

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If he was busy before, now that the business was legal, he was even busier.

“Where’s Y/N?” Polly asked right after taking a cigarette from his desk.

Tommy paused his reading, slowly placed the paper in front of him over his desk, next to unread paper pile.

“I don’t fucking know, Pol. I don’t carry Y/N around my hip.” The words came out in a harsh tone he didn’t mean, but he had so many things to do.

Polly noticed his bad mood so she decided it was best to leave him alone. Wandering around the betting shop, she found Lizzie on the typewriter, Esme was pouring some whiskey.

“You are going to make a hole on the floor.” Esme looked at her by the corner of her eyes.

Polly stopped on her tracks, a hand on her hip and worry in her eyes. Esme was like her, she noticed things.

“We are going to need more people helping with the bets now.” She tried to cover her nervousness with a glass of whiskey. Her guessing could be wrong, but… she was hardly wrong about those things.

“That’s why you are like that?” Esme put her book down.

Polly looked at Esme, considering her options. “If you see Y/N, tell her I need to have a word. It’s urgent.”

She spent the whole day pacing the betting shop then around the house. How didn’t she see it earlier?

The ashes of her used cigarette fell to the floor, over her shoes.

“Thank you so much Isaiah, you can leave the vegetables under the kitchen table.” Y/N held the door open for him, he was also carrying a sack of flour.

“Yes ma’am.” He was young but very strong, trying to make his way around the peaky boys.

“Let me give you a pie I made, you can share it with the boys.”

Polly intercepted her on her way around the kitchen, her arms on her shoulders. Looking carefully at Isaiah. “I’ll get it for him, sit down.”

“Tommy asked me to-“

“Later Isaiah, close the door.”

Y/N frowned at her tone, she was always kind to their people.

“How are you feeling?” Polly asked her as her hands cupped her cheeks, making her get up carefully, then one of her hands was below her bellybutton.

“Fine? Why?” Y/N gasped as Polly placed both palms on her breasts.

“Woah!” She looked at her godmother confused.

The smile on Polly’s face grew even bigger, she was speechless for the first time. She wasn’t wrong.

“Oh! Tommy will be so happy!” She beamed.

“Polly, Polly… what’s going on?”

“I read the tea leaves you left by accident this morning and I thought I was reading it wrong, but now I know I still have the touch.” As Y/N’s gaze seemed lost, Polly clarified: “You are with a child my girl.”

Y/N blinked, she was out of words. All kind of thoughts running through her mind, her eyes looked at the table next to her, the black Madonna around Polly’s neck, the clock on the wall… no, this couldn’t be happening.

“Sit down, you look ill.” Grabbing the chair, Polly helped Y/N. “It’s too early but later I can tell you if it will be a girl or a boy… finally some good news in this family!” She poured a glass of whiskey for her and water for Y/N. “Tommy will be delighted when he hears the news.”

She had seen it by accident, didn’t mean to… but she wasn’t expecting Y/N’s reaction.

“Polly…” Y/N finally spoke. “Tommy cannot know about this.” Polly noticed she wasn’t smiling.

Her godmother was the confused one now. “Why not?”

“How the hell did this happen?” She answered with another question, panic running through her body. “Tommy always finishes outside.” Her words were barely a whisper, she could feel the beating of her heart in her ears.

“Doesn’t matter now, he’s going to be a father!” Polly pulled her for a hug.

Tommy never mentioned he wanted to get married, let alone have children. They barely had time to be together with his business expansion, he wasn’t the kind of man to settle down either, there were always women around him, he held some kind of powerful magnet… their relationship was convenient to him, he knew she wouldn’t betray him.

A shadow was always holding him back, and having a family was never part of his agenda, a crying baby and a bossy wife wasn’t made for him… he would eventually get bored of the married life.

What if Grace decided to come back?

What if he decided to leave her just like his own father abandoned them when his Mum passed away?

“Listen to me Polly, I will talk to him alright? But not now. In the meantime, you cannot share this with anyone.”

“Y/N.” Polly complained.

“Promise me Polly, please.”

Polly sighed. “Fine, but you need to eat more and don’t lift anything heavy, need to take care of this little peanut.” Her hand caressing her still inexistent baby bump.

“Mrs. Gray! Miss Y/N!” Isaiah rushed inside catching his breath. “Tommy wants you, family meeting.”

Y/N looked at her godmother. A pleading look in her eyes.

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Part 2

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[wespersdaughter]

i hope you're happy - bridgerton sister reader

SOUR series | masterlist

Summary: When Anthony’s favourite little sister has her heart broken, he tries to help her feel better.

Warnings: reader is sad because of a man

A/N: Hope you enjoy, love you.

Lady Whistledown was a great source of entertainment for you and your sisters, especially Eloise. But you were quite certain you hated the woman. Well ‘hate’ is a strong word, you were very upset with her.

And to be fair, it wasn’t her that you were truly upset with. She was after all just the messenger.

You were actually incredibly heartbroken by Lord Ashby. The man who promised you the world in his poems. Who painted the most beautiful love story in his flower arrangements. Who charmed your mama at every party.

On the morning of 18 August 1815, she published the beautiful tale of Lord Ashby’s engagement to a beautiful young debutante, not by the name of Y/N Bridgerton.

Most mornings, Eloise would snatch the pamphlet first, skimming through it quickly before she brought it to you and your sisters. This particular morning, she skimmed through it only to stop and call for Francesca.

She pointed something out to her sister.

“What? What does it say?” You frowned, greeting your mama with a soft kiss on the cheek.

Violet looked to her other girls, “Enough of that gossip, it’s time for tea.”

“Mama, I need to show you something.” Eloise waved her closer while Francesca approached your brothers who’d entered the room.

“What’s happening?” Benedict sat down next to you, stealing a sip of your tea.

“I’m not sure they won’t tell me.”

“WHAT?!” Your oldest brother cried.

“Anthony!” Francesca chastised, trying to soothe him.

Finally, your mama turned to you, a soft smile on her face. The one she used when you’d fallen down the stairs years ago. The one that said ‘you’re about to be in pain but your mama’s here to help’.

“Will someone please tell me what’s going on?” You handed your tea to Benedict, stomach churning.

Eloise looked at your mama, then at Frannie and Anthony, then at you.

“Lord Ashby’s engaged.”

“What do you mean engaged?” You practically ran at her, grabbing the pamphlet from her.

When you reached the portion where she wrote about his announcement your heart broke.

“The Earl of Suffolk was absolutely smitten with his new fiancée, a Miss Charlotte Templeton. This Author was rather surprised it was not the young Miss Y/N Bridgerton, considering their season-long courtship.”

You couldn’t read any further, handing the pamphlet back to Eloise. Your mama placed a gentle hand on your shoulder and whispered your name.

The wash of emotions running over you were confusing, you were heartbroken and bitter, but a small part of you was relieved. Another part of you hoped he was happy. You knew Charlotte, she would make a most wonderful wife and mother.

But the mix of everything plus your family’s concerned calls of your name led you to brush your mama’s hand away and run from the drawing room.

You bolted all the way to your room, ignoring the staff or your brothers or your mama and diving straight under your covers.

And you cried. Unable to express yourself in any other way, you sobbed and screamed and gave yourself a headache for the better part of an hour.

Once you’d calmed down a little, you heard a housekeeper peek her head in, then duck out and say something to someone outside.

Then the door closed.

“Sister, are you alright?” It was Anthony.

“No.”

“Well, I have some water for you, some tea as well.” When you made no sound or movement, he placed what sounded like a tray on your dresser. “Gregory offered some sweets if that will entice you.”

You buried yourself even further into your blankets, “I am perfectly content to stay here for the rest of my life. Tell Mama I love her.” The joke would have landed if you weren’t fresh off a crying session, voice still clogged with tears.

“First heartbreaks are difficult, I know.” He began, sitting near your feet. “I thought I would never get over my first.”

Your face poked out from your little burrow, “How did you?”

“I was treating myself and everyone around me poorly, because I was angry and I didn’t know how to deal with it. And once I realised how wrong I was, I worked through it. Then I met Kate and everything changed again.”

You smiled at hearing the genuine love in his voice. You sat up, “Now what’s this about Gregory’s sweets?”

“I knew that would work!”

[the-maidofgevaudan]

Midsummers- JJ Maybank

requested: Yes. Hey babe! I have a request for jj x kook!reader <3. Just like she's not a kook turned pogue like sarah, she's everything a kook is (except she's not an asshole lol) and yet her and jj are dating and no one understands how since they're total opposites, but they just love eachother so much and it works. Maybe if you want write some angst into it if you want, since what i gave you is just a scenario an not really a plot. But always a fluff ending! :) <3

a/n: I enjoyed writing this so much. The italicized words are the reader thinking back to a year ago. GIF not mine- creds to owner. Lots of fluff. No warnings beyond what is shown in the show.

word count: 1.2K

It had started out as a way to defy your parents. You had never expected to actually like the blonde-haired, surfer, kleptomaniac that was JJ Maybank. He was undeniably attractive- those washboard abs, strong arms from the years of random odd jobs, and eyes so blue you could practically drown in them. Being physically attracted to JJ was a no brainer, but coming to adore the rough around the edges pogue took you by surprise. Once you broke through the tough guy persona he embodied ninety-five percent of the time you found out he was incredibly loyal to a fault and emotional even. You would like to say it was his soft side that won you over, but truth be told you liked that JJ was reckless. You were pretty sure that the moment you fell in love with JJ, was when he knocked the shit out of Topper at Midsummer’s a year ago. 

You had on the new white dress your mother had bought you for the occasion when there was a knock at the door. “I’ll get it!” you called out through the house. Upon opening the front door you were met with those deep blue eyes. “JJ”

“Wow. You look- hot.” He breathed out taking in your appearance. 

“You have a way with words JJ Maybank.” You said tilting your head at him and giving him a look. 

The moment was broken up by your mother coming to the door to see who had come by. “Ah, JJ, you made it.” She said in what was her best attempt at not sounding disappointed. 

“I wouldn’t have missed this for the world ma’am.” JJ replies not missing a beat causing a small laugh to escape your lips. 

You all had rode over to the venue in your parents' car. Your mother continuously nagging you on the way over- ‘adjust your flower crown,’ ‘don’t forget to talk to the Thornton’s,’ ‘did you even put any makeup on?’ ‘Speak to the Carrera girl- it will make us look more charitable.’

Seeing JJ’s growing frustration with your family and your mothers blunt comment about his friend you grabbed his hand and gave a few squeezes. You knew he hated the idea of coming to Midsummer’s, but after a week of begging he had given in and allowed you to buy him a suit. He took a few deep breaths and squeezed your hand back letting you know he was okay. 

He was much better when you finally arrived. His friend, Heyward’s son, was there helping his dad cater and he disappeared to go speak to him. JJ promised he would come find you shortly, so you decided to make your rounds by speaking to all the families present. Your mother played a large role in planning Midsummer’s so you were expected to also play host. 

You had spoken to Kelce’s parents, the Thornton’s, Smith’s, and were making your way over to Ward and Rose Cameron when Topper stopped you in your path. 

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“I see you’ve gone full kook on us.” Pope mocked JJ. 

JJ laughed and shook his head, “Just enjoying a little bubble wrap.”

“You look miserable in that suit. J, why are you still with this girl? You hate these events- we all do. When you started seeing her we all assumed it was just for a hook-up. Me and JB gave it 3 weeks before you’d decide to let her go. You’re at Midsummer’s bro- this is the lion's den, and you’re mixed up in the middle of it.”

“She’s different Pope. I mean yeah- she’s a kook and I mean full kook. She has a coffee order that takes 5 minutes just to order, she is constantly trying to get me to dress better, she can never get ready in less than an hour, and I pity the waiter that has to tend to her needs because there’s never a meal that doesn’t need adjusting. She also somehow isn’t ashamed of me though, she makes me calm, and she makes me want to be better.”

“JJ, are you in love?” Pope mocks him.

JJ gives Pope a shove- “I like her.”

“No- you are embarrassingly in love with her. You are sweating your ass off in a suit at Midsummer’s talking about your feelings- i’m pretty sure that counts as love.”

“JJ? What the hell are you doing here?” Kiara calls to the boys as she approaches in a purple silk dress. 

“Nice costume.” JJ remarks back.

“I could say the same to you.” She says with a smirk.

“He’s still seeing the kook from the beach that day.” Pope informs Kie

Kie gives JJ an incredulous look- “seriously?”

“I get why you guys don’t understand it, but we work alright.” JJ gives the two pogues a serious look and begins to walk off to find you.

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“Nice dress.” Topper says looking you up and down. 

You roll your eyes, “Thanks Top. You looking for Rafe? I heard he’s giving out bumps in the men's locker room.” You smirk.

He takes a step towards you so that you’re standing close enough for him to whisper to you, so no one else hears, “It would be best for you to keep that information to yourself. You wouldn’t want me to go around informing everyone you’re sleeping with trash.”

You scoff, “You are such an asshole. You can tell whoever you want about me and JJ. If you’re still jealous though, just say that.” You give the boy a challenging look.

He grabs your arm aggressively, “You are a slut and that’s all you’ll ever be.”

“Stop it Topper. Get your hands off of me.” You say trying to pry your arm from his grip. You look around for help, but of course no one is paying attention. Why would they be? Two of Figure Eight’s brightest and best just having a close conversation- everyone on this side of the island were always trying to push you two together. 

“Hey Power Puff Girl- she said to get off of her.” JJ said coming out of nowhere and swinging his fist towards Topper's face. 

That was the end of it because as soon as JJ’s fist connected with Topper’s face- he was on the ground. Security quickly rushed over to escort JJ out and no matter how much you protested they just kept pushing him towards the exit. Your parent’s insisted on you staying or you would have kept on walking out with JJ. He gave you a final wink and smirk on his way out and that was the moment he stole your heart. You told him you’d call him later and the rest was history. 

“What are you thinking about over there?” JJ asks as he approaches you on the hammock at the Chateau. 

“Just the time you knocked Topper on his ass in front of all of Figure Eight.” You said with a smile. “I am pretty sure it’s the moment I fell in love with you.”

He gives you a soft smile and joins you on the hammock pulling you into him and whispers into your ear, “I love you.”

[daaydreamy]

a deep dive | h.s.

chapter two - playful

summary - harry tries his hardest to be a good boy for y/n.

warnings - coarse language, smut, unprotected sex, choking, oral (f receiving), sub/dom themes

word count - 2.1k+

Y/N moaned softly, throwing her head back at the feeling of Harry’s cock filling her up just right. She closed her eyes, letting out the filthiest and prettiest of moans. Her hands were on Harry’s shoulders, her nails digging into his skin a little bit. She sunk her front teeth into her lower lip, murmuring his name softly along with soft whimpers and praises spilling from her lips. 

This is the fourth time this has happened.

This is the fourth time they have had sex since the night Harry slipped into subspace and Y/N coaxed him out of it. It’s not like they minded, no, not at all. Harry and Y/N enjoyed this thoroughly, they’d be lying if they said they weren’t. Y/N was riding Harry on her bed, profanities being tossed around carelessly. Their soft moans bounced off of the walls of Y/N’s bedroom, sounds of skin slapping repeatedly also echoing slightly. The air surrounding them had gone warm, their soft pants and sweaty bodies only adding to it as the time passed. 

“Fuck.” Y/N groaned softly, bouncing up and down Harry’s cock. She opened her eyes to look at him, her eyes skimming over his sweaty and toned body. She moved her hand from his shoulder to his neck, delicately wrapping her hand around his throat. Harry’s eyes widened, letting out an incredibly loud moan when she did that. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh softly, gently squeezing the sides of his neck. That sent an almost euphoric rush to his head, his eyes fluttering closed as he took in all of the pleasure he was experiencing.

“You like that, hm? You like being choked?” Y/N teased, leaning in to speak right beside his ear.

“Mhm. I like it.” Harry replied breathily, gently squeezing the soft flesh on Y/N’s hip.

“So filthy.” Y/N smiled, looking down at where they connected. She kept her hand around his throat, the most sinful of things leaving her mouth. They went straight to Harry’s head, nearly driving him crazy because she was so filthy too, so fucking dirty. She had been teasing him for so long, making him needy and desperate for her. 

“Ah!” Y/N squeaked when Harry started fucking up into her, her hand coming off of his throat to grip his bicep. She closed her eyes, her breasts bouncing with every thrust he gave her. She was so close to coming, so close she could taste it right on the tip of her tongue. She was getting louder, whining softly from how fast and deep he was going into her. Surely Y/N had broken the skin on Harry’s arm from how hard she was gripping it, her stomach swirling with pure arousal.

“Don’t come. Only I come.” Y/N managed to pant out, making Harry whine.

“Don’t complain now, love.” Y/N chuckled breathily.

“Please, ‘m so close. Wanna come with you.” Harry begged and Y/N only hummed, stopping his movements so that she was the one moving, so that she was the one in control. They both let out soft moans at that, and Harry continued begging Y/N to let him come. Of course, he could come anytime, but Y/N told him not to, and he liked listening to her. He quite liked pleasing her, he was practically thriving off of it during that moment.

“Fuck. I’m gonna c-come.” Y/N breathed, wrapping her arms around Harry’s neck. She let out a small cry as she came around Harry’s cock, her movements slowing down as she rode out her high. Drops of sweat rolled down her warm skin, making her look even more alluring than she was already. She was so loud, so loud that surely the neighbors could hear her pretty moans and whines. 

Meanwhile, Harry was trying his hardest not to come, whimpering softly as Y/N’s cunt squeezed around him. His hands had a tight grip on her hips, his stomach tensing from how close he was. He was so, so close, but he wanted to please Y/N by not coming like she had told him. 

Eventually Y/N regained her senses, lifting herself off of his cock with a soft hiss. She chuckled softly at the sight of him flustered and so desperate. She looked down at his cock, pouting softly at how hard it still was. She brought her hand up, gently touching his slit, which made him jump with a shaky gasp leaving his lips. She took her hand away, traveling up to reach his chest. She let the pad of her thumb gently brush his nipples, watching him shudder from the feathery touch. 

“Do you want to come?”

“So bad.”

•••

“I’ll let you come if you make me come again, yeah?”

“Mhm, gonna make you feel so good.” Harry smiled up at Y/N and she chuckled softly, running her fingers through his soft curls.

“Go ahead then.”

Harry leaned in, letting his lips brush her core. He smiled a little when he heard her gasp softly from above him, sticking his tongue out a little to let it run along her slit. He collected her wetness on his tongue, humming softly from her sweet taste. His eyes fluttered closed, wrapping his arms around her thighs to pull her closer to his mouth. He was slow with her, his tongue teasing her most intimate parts. His nails were digging into the soft flesh of her thighs a bit, leaving behind crescent moon-shaped marks on her skin.

“So good.” Harry pulled off of her for a second, pressing soft kisses to Y/N’s sensitive inner thighs.

Y/N really liked this. She liked how she held some kind of power or dominance over Harry and he obeyed and listened to her every single time. She had always been dominant in bed, of course, but it was different with Harry. She wasn’t exactly sure how to describe it but she knew she loved it already. She loved how she made Harry feel. She loved how truly pleasured he always sounded and looked when she touched him filthily. 

“I promise I will.” Y/N chuckled softly at Harry’s reply, a soft moan soon slipping past her lips when his mouth was on her center once again. Her grip tightened in his hair, her front teeth sinking into her lower lip as an attempt of muffling her moans. It was no use though, she had always been quite loud in bed. She liked being loud, she liked being so filthy with another person that was so good to her, it was such a freeing feeling. She threw her head back, letting out moans and whimpers from the pleasure of Harry’s mouth.

“H-Harry, fuck.” She groaned softly when he sucked her clit into his mouth, her thighs tightening around his head. He kept her legs spread though, starting to thoroughly lick into her because he was starting to get more greedy, more addicted to her taste. He wanted more, she tasted so good.

“Oh, fuck me.”  Y/N breathed when she felt two of Harry’s fingers slowly push into her, her toes curling as she moaned breathily. 

Harry’s lower lip was trapped between his teeth, slowly sinking two of his fingers into her pretty pussy. His pupils dilated as he watched the filthy sight in front of him, bringing his other hand up to rub slow circles onto her clit with his thumb. He thrusted his fingers in and out of her with ease, pulling louder moans from the girl. He spread her legs a little wider for himself, soon replacing his thumb with his tongue. He felt her hand quickly grasp his hair once again, moaning softly against her from the familiar taste on his tongue.

God, everything made Harry even more turned on than he already was. She was so pretty, practically perfect in his eyes. She was so sweet, even tasted sweet. Her taste was so intoxicating that he had to dive for more. He sucked her clit into his mouth, running his tongue over the sensitive bud. He kept working his fingers in and out of her, feeling how wet and warm she was for him. 

He couldn’t help but moan against her from how good she was, completely focused on making her come. 

“I’m gonna come.” Y/N said breathily. “Gonna come, fuck.” She repeated, her thighs tightening around Harry’s head. The pleasure he gave her started at the tips of her toes and went all the way up to that head of hers, the same feeling she felt the first time she came that night. Her hand was tangled in his soft curls, tugging and gripping them ever so often. 

Harry wanted to come, too. He was so hard. He was so needy too. He would probably beg for an orgasm once he made her come. He wanted her to make him come, because the last time she did it felt so heavenly. The filthy things she said to him wouldn’t ever leave his mind, the sights that he saw being the things he saw when he closed his eyes. He hadn’t felt like that in a while. 

“Please come. Come for me.” Harry pleaded, now looking up at her. He curled his fingers up just right to hit her sweet spot, making her whine. His knees were starting to hurt because of the fact that he was kneeling on the floor, at the edge of the bed, but he didn’t care, no, all he cared about was making the woman come again. It was like he was thriving off of it at the moment, thriving off of the joy he felt when he made her come. He liked making her feel good, he liked pleasing her. 

“Yeah, baby. Gonna come.” Y/N said one last time before her high finally washed over her for the second time, strings of profanities and loud calls of Harry’s name spilling from her lips. Her thighs were trembling slightly, closing them because she felt too sensitive. But Harry kept her legs open, slowing down the speed of his thrusts, but never stopping. He prolonged her orgasm, thrusting his fingers into her over and over again. 

Baby. 

Y/N let out a soft whimper when Harry pulled his fingers out of her, still trying to catch her breath. She let out a surprised moan when she felt his tongue delve into her once again, her toes curling as sensitivity ran through her body. 

Harry was having the time of his life, really. He licked up all of her cum with his tongue, humming softly at her taste. He spread her legs wider because she kept trying to close them, licking up all she gave him. His eyes were closed as he licked into her, trying to ignore how hard he was, ignoring how much he was throbbing and aching for an orgasm, because he wanted to put her first, and because she told him that she was the only one coming for now. 

“Harry. That’s enough.” Y/N breathed, her stomach clenching because of how sensitive she was. 

Harry didn’t let up though, he kept her legs spread wide as he kissed her most intimate parts. 

“That’s enough.” Y/N pulled him off by his hair and he whimpered softly at the loss. 

“Sorry.” Harry murmured softly, licking whatever was left on his lips. 

“C’mere.” Y/N beckoned him over to the bed, which Harry listened to and came onto the bed with her. He watched as she straddled his thighs, his cock leaking precum onto his stomach pathetically. He watched her every move, his mind swirling with the filthiest of thoughts. 

“Since you made me come twice,” Y/N paused to wrap her hand around his cock, resulting in a soft whimper leaving his cherry lips. “I’ll make you come now. But only if you’re a good boy while I touch you, hm?” She chuckled softly and Harry nodded furiously. 

“Yes! Yes, gonna be a good boy for you.”

Y/N only let out a hum from his reply, leaning down to spit right onto his cock. The liquid ran down the rest of his length and she felt him throb in her hand. She used her spit as lube and slowly started stroking him, listening to the soft moans he was letting out from her touch. He closed his eyes and thrusted up into her hand a little, only to be stopped when he felt her other hand on his hip. 

“Tell me how bad you want to come.”

“So bad.”

author’s note - hi!! i hope the second chapter of a deep dive was alright, feedback is always appreciated!! i edited a couple things in this chapter as well as the first one so you may notice a couple new things if you even remember the last one LOL anyway thank you for reading!!

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Mended. J.M.K

Author’s Note: This story holds alot of my own bullshit from my past and kind of my journey back to self acceptance and letting go of what had been done to me. I'm hoping you guys enjoy my story, I've been wanting to move this pain into art and something that doesn't just belong to me anymore.

Requests:

Anon:

From the prompts, can u do something with Josh using: “ when i am near you, i finally know how it feels to breathe without worry, without caution. i just feel safe with you… “Like the reader had been in a toxic relationship prior to meeting Josh and when she feels how comfortable he makes her feel she confesses this quote to him??? And the whole thing is all fluffy and heartfelt🥺🥰😍😭 thank u sis for feeding us so well😩😩😩

And this Anon as well, I sort of added them to the pot!

Anon:Ok I’m shy but here I go😭🙈

Can you do something with the prompt:

“Just do what feels good baby, there’s no rush…”

Like maybe it’s her first time ✨riding✨ him and he’s kinda helping her and encouraging her? Something along those lines🥰

I kind of combined both of these requests for this fic!

Synopsis: After being with your boyfriend for so long, the two of you find yourselves sharing a long awaited first time.

Word Count: 6.2k (bit of a breeze eh?)

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Female Reader

Warnings: Warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Very very fluffy, very sweet, very smutty. Foul language, oral, mentions of past sexual absuse and sexual trauma. (Wrap it before you tap your beautiful boyfriend)

Mended. J.M.K

Guilt is the only word you can use to explain the feeling you're experiencing. Laying here in the dark of the shared bed of your apartment. The curly hair of your boyfriend between your fingers as you mindlessly run your hand over his head as he sleeps beside you, he is peacefully asleep as he faces you, he'd fallen asleep mid conversation, something about a camping trip he took in Tennessee.

You've been tightly wound, that much is for certain. The feeling of having a weight on your chest, unable to breathe freely without the tension in your lungs was no way to live. There was a time before Josh, but those times were not kind ones. You thank God for getting you out of the place you were in and finally into the solace of the warm and awaiting arms of a man who truly cares for you. Your ex had fucked you up in more ways than one, screwing with your perception of reality, love and your own self worth. He was also your first real boyfriend you'd ever had, how were you supposed to know that wasn't how relationships were supposed to be?

That was years ago, but now, even with Josh, you find yourself lost in your own mind. Worried about his words having double meaning, about texting him back promptly and accurately, not letting your guard down completely even though he has never given you any indication to be anything like your ex. What is wrong with me? You'd curse yourself, laying next to the man next to you, asleep and softly snoring beside you. You gaze at his sleeping form, chest rising and falling perfectly, his lips parted gently, eyes closed, lulled away in a dream. You've told Josh tidbits of your ex before, but never any of the real gritty stuff. He knows your intimate life prior was a bit messy, but he doesn't know the full scope. He's such a ray of pure starlight and the idea of even bringing in that rain cloud you’ve tried so hard to get rid of into this new relationship sounds like an actual nightmare.

He would never judge you, you know that, but would he see you differently? Like the broken doll you feel like? You've been dating Josh for almost a year now and you've hardly been intimate. You two just call it, "taking it slow,” doing everything but full on intercourse. He's incredibly patient and kind about it all, when he asks you if you want to keep going in the midst of passionate kisses and heavy petting, when you ultimately say "no," when you think you're ready but one slight pain or awkward angle that hurts, you break into tears, falling into a near panic attack, even through all of your obvious signs of sexual trauma, his expression never falters. He never sighs. Never complains. Never calls you a "tease" or tries to push you to "just do something for me." Instead he simply says, "Okay baby. You want to cuddle? We could watch a movie or something?" Or something along those lines. At first it shocked you, didn't all men get annoyed when you didn't want to fuck? Your heart would swell with love, like the idea of just understanding your withdrawl from sex without making you feel like shit was somehow so foreign to you, it felt like a rose in his hand rather than the dagger of what you've come to understand as basic human decency.

The thought of Josh leaving you for someone who would actually sleep with him broke your heart. He'd never do it, but could you blame him? Your eyes well up with tears. He chose a broken girl, unable of knowing how to love him because she's never known anything else. The past months feel like a lifetime of learning everything. He loves you with all he knows how but yet you cannot help yourself from keeping him at arms length, unable to give yourself over fully with your past holding you back. You sniffle a cry, staring up at the ceiling, heart racing as you can feel your face heat up with frustration and pain. Josh deserves better.

You choke on a sob too loudly, you can feel Josh stir next to you and you immediately wipe your tears away, hoping he falls back asleep, that you could disappear into the darkness of your bedroom. "Hey, hey what's wrong?" Josh's voice is like an arrow to your heart, he always brings you so much comfort but with your racing thoughts you can't help but feel the gut wrenching pain at the thought of him seeing you like this, weak and undeserving. All you can simply do is shake your head, wishing this whole scenario away, not wanting to fall into this deep pit tonight like this. "Baby, it's okay." His voice still deep and raspy from sleep, he caresses your cheek, swiping your tears away with the soft pad of his thumb. Your mouth waters from your state of anguish, searching for the words to say but you can't even look at him. "I don't deserve you." You choke out, staring at the ceiling hoping that avoiding his stare won't make you crack in half.

Josh sits up at your statement, you look at him fearfully, tears streaming from your face as you look at his beauty under the dark of your bedroom, the moonlight that peers inside coasting down his body, illuminating his face, he looks confused, hurt almost. "Why would you think that?" He says with almost a hint of amusement at how ridiculous the whole thing sounds. "I just don't think I'm worth your love. Like, I'm so far gone, everything I've been through has been too much-" "Stop, what are you talking about?" He cuts you off, his face scanning yours, looking for an answer. You sit up and just look at him with tears in your eyes. "You deserve someone who isn't broken." You whisper, your bottom lip twitching as more tears stream down your face. He only reaches his hands out and holds your face in his hands, "You are my everything. I don't want anyone else, baby. I only want you." He speaks so sweetly, almost as though he too is on the verge of tears, he's cradling you in his hands, his eyes big and brown, looking at you like he's holding the galaxy in his eyes.

You let out a shaky breath, sniffling and bringing your hands up to hold his hands on your hands, holding them against your face. "Why would you think you're broken?" His voice just above a whisper as he runs his thumb against your skin, catching a teardrop and running it across your cheek. You take in a breath, searching for the strength to speak, to say the ugliest parts of your history, of you. "You know that my ex put me through a lot." You start, looking to see if he understands, he simply nods, his brows knit, ready to solve whatever quandary you present. "You just show me so much love and kindness I've never felt before. When I am near you, I finally know how it feels to breathe without worry, without caution. I just feel safe with you. You are just too good for me, I feel like I'm holding you back, like you have to hold my hand through basic shit." You're voice catches and you're on the edge of crying again, "I just feel stupid, like I can't even have sex without crying or freaking out, like what the fuck is wrong with me?!" Josh's hands fall to your shoulders, holding you tightly, "Nothing is wrong with you baby-" "Yes, there is!" Your voice rings out, bouncing off the walls until the silence is too much to bear. Josh looks at you with a face of subtle shock, lips parted, brow knit, fearful of what comes next in your story.

"My ex, he, um… he just, he pressured me to do things I didn't want to. I thought I was ready but I wasn't, and he would just make me feel awful about it. Pushing through the pain even when I said-" your voice fails, you can't even say the words, and Josh's hands only run up your arms, patient as always, waiting for you to say only what you want to. "Like I should want to do these things, because if not then, I didn't really love him-" "I will always love you. You know I would never-" "I know you wouldn't. I know you would never treat me like he did. I just… I'm sorry I can't just be normal, I…" You can't find the words, you scan over his beautiful face, full of concern and worry over you. "I will wait until the end of time for you, to wait until you're ready. I will never grow tired of you, you mean so much more than just sex to me, and I'm so sorry you’ve ever felt that way. You never have to apologize for that." His eyes search yours, your tears dried by his hands, his voice genuine and kind as he speaks only makes your heart swirl with so much love, it's practically dizzying. "You are worth the wait. You are worth all of it."

You smile at him with tears in your eyes, all you can do is smile and look at him, he smiles back at you. His hand pushing a strand of hair behind your ear has you grinning like an idiot. He really is everything to you, not that you ever doubted it, he is just so full of love, you only want to show him as much love as he shows to you. He leans in and kisses your cheek, "I love you so much." He whispers against your cheek, you smile wide and hold him in your hand, he leans into your touch as you speak, "I love you so much, Josh." You whisper back, your hands bring him to you, kissing him sweetly.

His lips feel like they can erase all your pain by their plushness alone, his hands on you feel like they can set every broken bone with just his touch, his words waving away every insecurity with just a well thought out phrase. He is everything. The sun and the stars, the way you gravitate towards him like a celestial body, and celestial he is. Angelic in every way, the face of a cherub, body of a God, voice of a poet and hands of a sculptor, and in this moment, all you want is to be his clay.

He kisses you once more on your lips, a smacking smooch like a cartoon character, Popeye kissing Olive Oyl. His hands holding your face still as he places kisses all over your face, you grin at his kindness, his overenthusiastic pecks placed all over your cheeks, your forehead, your nose and the crown of your head, and all the while you can't stop the bubbling laughter in your chest that only Josh can bring out in you. He watches you with a softened expression and a smile that could melt any icy cold heart. "I love your laugh, I never want to be without your smile." He whispers, his thumb running over the apple of your cheek. "I love you." You simply reply, he beams at you, "I love you." He says just above a whisper, his eyes searching yours and just like that, the feeling in the air turns.

The mood shifts and it's like it's only you two together. Alone in the universe together while the rest of the world outside sleeps soundly. Nothing to do, nowhere to go and more importantly, nowhere else to be besides right here, sat crisscrossed on your bed with the love of your life. You let your hands travel to his face, mimicking the movement he made on your own skin, letting your thumb trace over his cheekbone. The air is tight with tension, threatening to crush you both. You watch as his own eyes watch you, taking in every crease, freckle, and scar, memorizing your face as though he were to turn around and paint it by memory. Your heart yearns for him, even with him this close to you, you want all of him, encapsulating your senses, overwhelming your mind and occupying every space you can offer for him, and him alone. The pull of your lips gravity has the two of you slowly leaning forward, achingly slow, moving into a kiss and even as your lips meet, it takes you by surprise. You could never forget what Josh’s lips feel like even in a million years, and yet, this kiss feels different.

It’s like moving in slow motion but in the best way, taking the time to feel him against your own lips, to breathe him in, to feel his curls in between your fingers, to feel the warmth of his body radiate into yours, the whole scene is unlike anything you two had ever shared before. You crave him, you want him like the earth needs the sun. Josh’s hands move to cradle the back of your head while his other hand maintains its hold against your jaw. Your hand in his curls grasp at his tresses, earning a low and unwithheld groan from Josh. Your hold on him leads him to lay back down to the sheets of your bed, he rests his body just over yours, lost in your kiss you begin to realize that the unwelcome anxiety you feel whenever you and Josh are intimate, has yet to show up. Instead, a sort of forward boldness takes over you, you bring up your bare leg over Josh’s hip, feeling already how hard he’s growing against you.

Your nails run over his back as you lay a hand on his shoulder, bringing him to lay more of himself on you. Josh pulls gently away from the kiss, “What do you want, sweet girl?” He asks in a husky tone, an iteration of the question he almost always starts with when things start getting sensual, always wanting you to know that nothing happens unless you ask for it, never wanting to push you. The question makes your heart flutter as you feel not even an ounce of worry, fear of embarrassment or nervous energy that usually clouds your mind. Usually your answer is very specific, never wanting to go too far as to save yourself from a panic attack or fit of tears. You smile against his lips, “I want you.” You say with a raspy tone of confidence, Josh smiles back at you, never having seen you this way, but he still knows to tread lightly. “You have me.” His voice rolls deeply and sweetly into the darkness of your bedroom.

He embraces you in a passionate kiss, his hand traveling up your sleepshirt, resting on your waist, his heat radiating into your body. You roll your hips against him, looking for some sort of friction for your already wet heat between your legs. He brings his hips down to meet yours, the thin material of his boxers and your panties leaving little for the both of you to imagine. His hand travels down your side and rests above the waistband of your panties. You moan breathlessly at just the feeling of his hand so close to you, his eyes look to you, searching for a sign to stop, but he finds only a simple nod from you, urging him to carry on. He kisses you on the cheek, his lips lingering on your blushing skin as his hand goes past the fabric and to your aching pussy.

His fingers run up your folds, accumulating your arousal on his digits, before coming to your clit, his middle and ring fingers slowly and gently swirl against the bud. You sigh at the sensation, "You like that baby?" Josh teases, gauging your reaction, still going easy on you. You smile drunkenly at the feeling, "Yes," your reply sounding more like a breath of air than your own voice. He smirks that ever stunning smirk, only making you wetter. He kisses your cheek, down your jaw and finally burying his face into your neck, placing wet and open mouthed kisses against your skin, hot against his lips. "You deserve it baby, to feel this good." He articulates between kisses, his voice and hand alone could throw you over the edge if he kept this up. You whine under him, so gentle and loving, thinking only of you. Your hand comes to the back of his head, holding him to you, almost praying he doesn’t move from his place, cradled in the crook of your neck beside you, his tongue teases at the muscle between your neck and shoulder

“I want your mouth, baby.” You whine into his ear, he perks up and looks at you, drinking in the look of bliss on your face. He hums out an answer against your lips, raspy and low as he kisses you, his fingers cease their movements as he begins kissing down your neck. He sits up a moment and pulls your shirt over your body, taking it off and exposing you to the warm air around you. He resumes his trek down your neck, your collar bone, down your chest, between the valley of your breasts, his hands lingering to grasp at them as he kisses over the expanse of your stomach, his lips kissing and licking just over the waistband of your panties. “Josh, please.” You breathe, your hand finding purchase in his hair. He grins up at you, looking as though he is savoring every single second of this moment with you. He pulls down your panties, tossing them aside, still taking time to kiss up and down the inside of your thighs. Your legs are covered in goosebumps from his tender touches and soft warmth of his lips, “So wet for me.” He says quietly, his observation sounded like it was almost just for himself, he meets your eyes, never turning away as he leans into your heat, his tongue slowly licking a bold stripe up your folds and landing on your clit. You moan, your eyes never leaving his as he begins a deliciously slow pace against your clit.

Your back arches as you melt into the pleasure, your hands balling up the sheets beside you to help you funnel the incredible sensation coursing through your veins. You can’t help the bucking of your hips up into Josh’s mouth, but he certainly doesn’t seem to mind one bit. You look back down to the beautiful dream of a man between your legs, his eyes closed in concentration and in sweet bliss, his lips and tongue lapping up your pussy with such passion and focus as though he were pouring his heart out to you, unable to speak with words, only his actions. He groans against you, his hips pressing into the mattress beneath him, his body begging for any stimulation makes you impossibly more turned on, the vibrations of his voice making you moan, “You taste so sweet.” He simply says between licks, he latches his lips to your clit, making you cry out in ecstasy, you bring a hand to his curls, pulling at them, earning a grunt from Josh. The look of him alone like this is bringing you closer to the edge, the blue light from the moonlight peaking through the curtains and illuminating his back muscles, rippling shoulders and elegant face as he kisses away your pain.

He begins to kitten lick at your bundle of nerves and the preassue in your lower stomach grows, “Oh Josh, oh fuck baby.” You cry out, your legs are shaking and you can’t hold back the way your thighs are tightening around Josh’s head, trembling at the way his tongue grazes against you in the best way. “Please baby, d-don’t stop, don’t stop.” You stutter out, both of your hands in Josh’s curls now as you thrust against his mouth. In a final brush of his tongue, your muscles seize up and your voice fails as your orgasm slams full force into you. You begin to quake and shudder at the feeling of his tongue, letting you ride out your orgasm. “F-uck.” You choke out before your whole body snaps, you exhale a deep breath you didn’t realize you were holding until you start panting and writhing beneath Josh’s mouth and his grip on your thighs. He slows his pace down to keep you from getting overstimulated and pulling you from the beauty of your climax, your body stills as you start to float back down to earth. Josh looks up at you, lips and chin covered in your arousal, wiping it off with the back of his hand, “You feel good sweet girl?” You grin at him with a lazy smile, eyes hooded with lust as you look at him, flooded with an insatiable need for him. “Come here.” You rasp, just barely audible, he crawls up your body, the outline of his hardened shaft evident from his desire for you.

He looks at you like he’s looking at a marble statue, completely in awe of you. You are his true muse. The object of all of his affection. “I need you.” You whisper as he looks you over, his face is flushed, his heart full and threatening to break free from his chest, allowing him to present it to you on a silver platter, yours completely and utterly for the taking as you speak in earnest, “Take me, baby.” You say, your hands framing his face like he were merely a spirit, a flicker of flame, as though he’d disappear into the night if he were to slip from your grasp. He comes down to kiss you, kissing you as though you had been away for thousands of years, like this was the first kiss you had ever shared, and in a way that’s true. Now that the two of you are completely exposed and vulnerable to each other, no more secrets, no more fear, he can see you for who you truly are.

Pulling away from your kiss, Josh looks you over. “Just tell me if you want me to stop-” “I know baby.” You remind him kindly, knowing all too well how many times you’ve retreated in moments like this, but something just feels different. Better. Right. Josh removes his boxers, his fully naked body bathed in the blue light of the moon peaking in, he looks unlike you’ve ever seen him before. Josh has always been beautiful to you, but you see him with a new sort of lens, he feels like your own personal savior. This man who is so patient and caring and kind, with eyes that look at you the way no one else ever has, never had he ever seen you as anything other than the perfect creature you are, despite all of your faults. The way his toned form is bathed in the light of the stars takes your breath away, a look of adoration in his own eyes mirrors yours, you can hardly stop the words that tumble from your own lips, “I love you.” You breathe, he stares back at you, sitting back on his knees looking at you, “I love you.” His voice as soft as his expression, he makes his way up your body, holding himself above you, “Let me make you feel good.” He says sweetly, you widen your legs more for him, letting him rest on you, his hardened cock laying against your core. Just the feeling of him like this makes your breathing hitch with excitement.

You move your legs to press him closer to you, silently signaling him to move. He takes himself in his hand, running up against your arousal. You moan at just the feeling of him, the look on his face asks you silently for your permission and you answer with a quick nod, lost for words as you take in this moment. The moment before is always one of pure exhilaration and quiet excitement, relishing in the feeling of each other as he first enters you, the both of you watching with bated breath as he pushes his cock deep inside of you until he’s buried to the hilt in you. Your lips part as you and Josh exchange a sigh, releasing a collective breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

"Oh fuuuck." You moan lowly, your eyes closing softly at the beautiful feeling. "You like that?" Josh asks, his voice trying to push past his own desire but it still shakes with pleasure, "Yes, please baby, give it to me." You say, you sound so sure, unlike anything had ever kept you from this moment, and you were damn sure nothing was going to keep you back now.

You'd been living with this pain for so long, a hold put over your own mind from a fear that had taken root long ago, and now it was no longer a part of you. You would never give up your own power or peace of mind ever again, that piece of shit couldn't control you anymore. You are free. Free to love and to live and to show Josh just how much love you have for him.

You pull him closer to you, his pace starting to increase, giving into the feeling of pure ecstasy the two of you had built in each other's bodies. You watch as his curls bounce, so perfectly in time with every stroke of his hips, the way he feels inside you, filling up your senses in the most perfect way. Your hands make their way to his hair, tugging to pull him by the back of his head, a moan rolling from Josh's lips like the voice of an angel. "Fuck baby, you feel so good." He groans, his eyes rolling into his head as he closes his eyes, falling into the beautiful rhythm.

"I wanna ride you." You whisper, his eyes open, looking at you with a mix of excitement and concern. "Are you sure?" He asks, still keeping his pace, voice faltering at the promise of seeing you bounce on his cock makes his brain dizzy, knowing you'd never done it before with him. You feel a nervous tinge blush your cheeks but push past it, wanting so badly to see him at your mercy beneath you. "Please baby, I wanna make you feel good." You whine, giving him your biggest doe eyes as you bring a hand to his cheek.

Josh slows his pace and comes to a stop, he gives you a quick kiss, "You always make me feel good baby." He smiles, assuring you that you don't have to prove anything to him. "I want to." You speak in confidence as you sit up, cueing him to lay down. He rolls onto his back, giving you a look that you wish you could bottle up and hold onto forever, a look that sees through you to your very core. You straddle him, your body shaking slightly from your previous orgasm and just a hint of nervousness.

You sit down on his hardened shaft, laying against his stomach, rolling your hips against the underside of him, just getting used to your position up here. The two of you sigh from the new sensation, the feeling of him against your warm wetness only makes your heartbeat faster. You lift yourself up from him, taking him in your hand and lining him up to your awaiting entrance. "Take it slow, it's alright." Josh chimes in, his hands coming to rest on your thighs, his voice and touch interrupting the anxious thoughts rambling in your head. You take in a deep breath, repeating his words in your mind as you lower yourself down onto him.

Inch by oh so sweet inch he fills you up, your legs slowly spreading to bring yourself down onto him. Josh moans out at the feeling, stretching you out in a way you've both never felt in each other before. You take a moment before sitting completely on him, his dick buried inside you so deeply you can feel him against your cervix. The feeling is as incredible as it is daunting and just a tad uncomfortable.

You let your mind wander to every porn you've ever seen, where the woman is bouncing tirelessly and effortlessly on the actor's lap, how the fuck are you supposed to do that?! "Hey," Josh's voice brings you back to him, his eyes housing a look of worry, "Just do what feels good baby, there's no rush." His voice reminds you, soft and sweet, your perfect Joshy. Never wanting to push you to do something you didn't want to do, always looking out for you. You give him a nod and try to center yourself, you start experimentally rocking your hips back and forth over him. The feeling makes you feel more full than ever before, so complete like this.

You bring your hands to lay flat on Josh's stomach, anchoring you to him, allowing you to move against him with ease. You lose yourself in the feeling, rolling your hips, his cock deep inside of you, up against your g-spot in such a beautiful way. Your eyes fall shut, your clit catching on the base of him in such a way that only makes you need more.

Josh's eyes are trained on you, staring up at you like he's holding an angel just beneath his touch. The way the light hugs your skin, the contour of your breasts, the smoothness of your skin, your throat exposed as you let your head fall back, watching the way your hair sways with you, falling in love with the way you feel and the way that you look all over again. His hands move to your hips, the feeling of his movement makes you open your eyes and look down at the beauty of the man below you, watching you like you just hung the moon. "Feels so good." Your voice falls like silk so easily that you hardly recognize you'd uttered those words at all. You shift up your motions, opting to bounce up and down slowly on his dick.

"Oh baby. Just like that, oh you're so good." Josh cries out, his voice so soothing it only makes you move more confidently, egging you on to move faster. His large hands rest on your ass, helping you bounce against him, his dull nails digging into your ass cheeks making you only need more of him. The up and down routine has the head of his cock running perfectly over your g-spot over and over, your moans falling from you before you can even process them. "Josh, oh Josh, oh fuck you feel so good baby." You whimper, he sighs, his perfect pink lips parted with sounds of euphoria flowing from him.

His hands on you start to feel more desperate, you lean into him, the feeling of your thighs burning from exhaustion doubling you over. You continue your motions this way, face buried into the crook of his neck, the change in angle making both of you cry out in pleasure. His arms hold you tightly around your waist, almost as though he were shielding you and not the other way around. He moves his legs up and begins to thrust into you, his pace unrelenting as he slams into you hard and deep, in a way he's never done before.

You swoon at the thought of it all, finally surrendering to him, letting him take you however he needs you without feeling on the edge of breaking in half from fear or pain, just living in this moment of the pure bliss and love he gives you, the love you are finally able to accept. He grips you tighter as he rolls the two of you over, skillfully bringing you to lay beneath him as he thrusts into you. You look up at him in surprise, never having moved you around like that before takes your breath away. He's chasing his high, his hand coming down to your clit, rolling it in quick tight circles in attempt to bring you with him. You cry out in delight at the attention to your bundle of nerves, the knot in your stomach beginning to tighten.

You catch his eyes and something in the room just shifts. The fast and passionate fucking turns into something more, something slower, more deliberate. Not any less intense, but somehow, more meaningful. He brings himself closer to you, lips just inches apart but you can't look away from the stunning amber of his brown eyes in the dark light of your bedroom. It feels as though you're pulled together like magnets, unable to be torn apart. Watching as the other is slowly coming more and more undone with every thrust.

You feel his breath fanning over your lips, as though the two of you are sharing a breath makes its all the more spiritual than just simply fucking. This is what sex is about, what love is about, what being human is. You can feel a connection within you two so strong and powerful it cannot be broken. Your hands come to his face, holding him to you as though your lives depended on it. He sets his forehead to yours, his hips and hand never ceasing their perfect routine that feels like a song playing through you.

His face says so much without saying a word, eyes bore into yours with such desperation and gentleness that you can feel tears pricking at your own eyes, threatening to spill over. Not out of pain, but from an overwhelming need to feel him all around you, to hold him fully in your heart, to want to be a part of the very core of his universe. "I love you." He pants, his voice faltering from need and desperation but also true honesty. "I love you." You choke out, a hot tear cascades down your cheek as you can feel the knot inside of you on the verge of breaking. He continues his thrusts, he bites down on his lip as a moan threatens to tear him apart.

You tighten your grip on him, pulling at his hair as the feeling of your orgasm creeps in. Your shared breaths increase until the two of you are shattering completely, cumming together, hard. His voice is fried as he calls out your name, his hands grip you tightly to him, as though you were the only lifeboat in the middle of the Pacific. You cry out his name and a string of curses are pulled from you as though you weren't even in control as your body quivers from your climax that slams through the both of you. Josh cums deep inside you, your pussy fluttering around him as your thighs press tightly to him, legs wrapped around his hips to have him as close to you as possible. The room falls still as the two of you hold each other in such perfect content.

You smile up at the ceiling as you pet his curls, running your hand over his head and bringing him back to you. Your smile is wide and your tears fall from your eyes as a light laugh bubbles from your chest. Josh brings his head up to look at you. You laugh again a little louder than before, half of pure anguish and the other in pure joy. "What's wrong, baby? Are you hurt?" "No, no," Your laugh interrupts your own statement. "I-I fucking did it… I did it and I feel… free. He doesn't own me anymore. I feel like I beat him. Like I won." You smile up to the ceiling, fearing how much you might feel if you look over at Josh.

He brings you to look at him, his hand holding your chin oh so lovingly. "I love you so much." "I love you so much, baby." You smile as the tears fall from your face, "You're my everything." He whispers with a smile as he brushes your tears away, giving you a kiss to your flushed cheeks.

It's a feeling you probably can't even explain. To feel so loved that you can't even begin to understand how you can contain it all. To know love in a way you've never understood before. To see that love laying beside you and holding you so close it makes your heart sore. To be loved in a way that you can close your eyes and sleep beside the person who is all you can think of. To feel finally whole again. "My sweet girl." Josh whispers in your ear, holding you tight against him in his arms that will only ever love and protect you. Your eyes flutter closed, feeling more free and more loved than you could have ever known.

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hello! how about a yandere nurse JK who gets the patient reader pregnant because she had been on bed rest for months he fell for her, and she has recovered and is about to leave hospital. Maybe add some malpractices like showing wrong reports to doctors so that she is made to stay. Non-con maybe? Thanks for opening asks!!!!

⚠️: NON CON, dark content, Yandere!Jungkook, baby trapping, reader was in a terrible accident, malpractices

-> sorry for any mistakes

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You were in a terrible car accident

You nearly lost your life

Most of your bones were broken and you’ve been going in and out of comas because of your head injury

You barely had any family so most of the time, you were alone

The only time you had company was when the doctor was informing you about your condition or when the lovely nurses were caring for you

One nurse in particular, was incredibly sweet to you

He’d spend his breaks and lunch with you

He’d also stay after hours just to talk to you

It hurt his heart to see you in such condition

You talked very little, mainly because you’re shy while Jungkook was chatty and did most of the talking

But from the things that you’ve said, Jungkook could tell that you’re a good person

You’re just a struggling college student who’s trying to bear with everything

The accident wasn’t even your fault, yet you were paying the heaviest price

Months slowly passed, you were in and out of surgery and soon you’ll be starting physiotherapy

You were getting better and time was going by so quickly

Soon, you’d be walking out of here almost fully recovered

Jungkook wanted to be happy for you but the thought of you leaving hurt him a lot

Your last surgery almost took your life

The surgeons managed to save you but you fell into another coma

It was night time when Jungkook snuck into your room while the nurses were tending to other patients

Jungkook didn’t even have work today but he knew that Tuesday nights were the least hectic

You heart beat was stable, the nurses were at their desks doing paperwork, it was the perfect time

He got on the bed, in between your legs and lifted them slightly

Your cracked ankles had already recovered and your legs weren’t injured in the accident, so he didn’t have to worry

However, you did have a stomach injury so he couldn’t be too hard

Not that he was planning to, his plan was to impregnate you so that you’d never get rid of him

He entered in slowly and since he couldn’t go very fast, it took him a while to cum

When he felt himself close, he pushed in a little deeper to make sure it goes into your womb

Once he was done, he pulled out, cleaned you up and snuck out before anyone could see

The next week you woke up

And you weren’t feeling too good

Constantly throwing up and feeling dizzy

The doctors decided to keep you for a little longer, thinking that it might be side effects from the medication you’ve been taking

Jungkook had stopped giving you those medications, knowing they can hurt the baby

He flushed it down the toilet instead and gave you iron pills because you did have low iron (me lol)

However, he couldn’t do much about the paperwork because if he changed it to something extreme, the doctors might prescribe you a stronger drug that could hurt the baby

Or even worse, make you do a blood test

So, you slowly recovered and once you got out of the hospital, Jungkook got in contact with you

He wanted to talk about something important as soon as possible

You showed up at the coffee shop and greeted him with a hug

The conversation started off normal but you noticed him acting a bit weird, so you asked about

“Is there something wrong? You look a bit distressed.”

“Did you really forget?”

“What?”

“Did you forget about that night?”

“Night? What night?”

“The night we had sex. It was before you fell into a coma.”’

“We, what? No, we never had sex… or I don’t remember at least.”

“You said you’ve been feeling awful these past few days. Maybe you’re pregnant.”

This information was falling on top of you so suddenly, you didn’t know how to react

Pregnant? But you just got out of the hospital

And you don’t remember having sex with Jungkook

But it could be because of the coma that you were in or the medication that you were talking caused you to forget

Jungkook decided to buy a pregnancy test for you and you guys headed back to your place to take it

Sure enough, it was positive

You were overwhelmed, on the verge of tears but Jungkook did an amazing job reassuring you

He was living rather comfortably, not only was he a nurse but his parents were wealthy and soon enough he’d be taking over the business

Jungkook told you that he will take you in and even marry you because him and his family believed in two parent families

He’d even offer to pay off your tuition and how could you turn that down

The answer is, you can’t

And that’s how he trapped you with him

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Chum in the water I can’t sleep because this is all I can think about, so maybe posting it will get it out of my head.

I’m not exactly sure how we ended up like this.

It wasn’t a date, not exactly. We had been flirting online, sure, but we only just met in person today. She came over to my place and we made some snacks and put on a movie that she had suggested to me a few times.

When she got really close and we started cuddling, I was surprised but hopeful. I thought that, maybe, if I was really lucky, I could finish up the day with a kiss. If not, the cuddling would have been enough for me.

Then the sex scene came on.

Now that I’m thinking about it, she may have planned it from the start. My body reacted exactly how you would expect it to from a pretty hot and heavy sex scene. She was much too close to me for hiding it to be an option, and of course she noticed immediately.

Before I knew it she was in my lap, pressing her ass against the lump in my pants, her lips locked against mine, occasionally straying to my jaw and then my neck. It had been too long, and my head was fuzzy. Her hands were up my shirt, and mine up hers, and we were exploring each other’s bodies. I can almost feel it now, how soft she was alongside how amazing she smelled; that alone could have pushed me over the edge given enough time.

I managed to tell her I might get a bit rough, in the moment. She just giggled and whispered her safe word into my ear. I nipped at her neck, earning a soft moan.

Then, suddenly, the kissing stopped, and she was on her knees, tugging at the hem of my shorts. I obliged her and lifted my hips, and my dick popped free of the fabric. The sounds that escaped my lips when she slid her tongue over me would have been embarrassing if had I even cared about anything other than her at that moment.

I was swimming in the pleasure, the only thing I could perceive outside of that were her eyes, never leaving mine.

Then she was in my lap again, her own pants on the floor. When had she taken them off?

She said she wanted me. She said I was beautiful and she knew she had to have me as soon as she found out I only lived in the town over. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t tell her that in that moment she was the most sublime being I had ever witnessed.

Then I was inside her. I’m not sure if it was just because it had been a while, or if she just felt that good, but her body, the way she moved, the lust in her eyes... She could have asked me for anything, and I would have given it to her.

I noticed I was gripping her thigh incredibly hard and pried it away, sliding my hands against her silken skin, up her back. She asked me if I was enjoying myself, and I guess the lust-drunk look I gave her was enough of an answer, because she just giggled again and pressed her hips into mine.

I could feel the pressure building but I didn’t want it to end, not yet.

I leaned close, practically drooling, and sank my teeth into her shoulder. She gasped loud, clearly more in pain than pleasure, but she didn’t say the safe word, so my trance wasn’t broken.

I tasted iron, and I released my bite, lapping up the bit of blood. It could have been honey for how sweet it tasted then.

I was getting closer.

I grabbed her ass and held her in place, my hips now bucking up to meet hers instead of hers sinking down to meet mine. I was thrusting desperately, arhythmically, not that she seemed to mind with the sounds she was making right next to my ear.

I pushed up into her again, and again, my nails blemishing her perfect skin. I felt her shiver when I did, and that was what drove me over the edge.

I pressed her down onto me, all the way, throwing my head back. I’m not sure if I made any noise. My body was on fire, and I finished deep inside her.

I couldn’t tell you if we did it one more time or a dozen more times after that. We managed to make our way to my bedroom, though, and lost ourselves in each others bodies.

She’s sleeping soundly now, curled up against me. I’m not even sure how I’m awake, given how exhausted I am. Running my hand over her back, feeling the raised skin from where I scratched her... We had simply collapsed when we were done and hadn’t done any aftercare. I would need to take care of that in the morning.

For now, though, I’ll hold her close, and get some rest.

[sheislethal]

omg please write some vi smut with praise kink :(

VI x reader

WARNINGS: {MDNI} Fem! Reader, NSFW, praise kink, Vi being hot ( as usual), mature themes, face-sitting, tribbing, etc

Notes: My FAVORITE Arcane woman right here. This gal is my number 1 ong. I’ve been waiting for someone to request something with her. I wasn’t sure if you wanted Vi with the praise kink or the reader with one, so I did the reader. <3

“Good Girl”

I watched in exhaustion as Vi's fist repeatedly came in contact with the man's face.

"Vi, you're gonna kill him! Just fucking stop, already!" I pleaded with her. Vi paused and stared at the man on the ground, breathing heavily as she did so.

She shrugged a few moments after. "Guess I got caught up in the moment." She bent down and gripped the collar of the guy's shirt. "That'll teach you to have some manners, next time. Hm?"

The man simply whimpered as he clutched his broken nose. I sighed and tugged on Vi's arm to leave. "You didn't have to do that."

"I wasn't going to let him insult you and get away with it." Her voice was harsh, but I knew it wasn't directed at me.

I sent a pitiful glance at her bloody fists and continued to pull her home. It wasn't unusual to be insulted in the undercity. I was used to it, but Vi would absolutely not tolerate it.

Over time I guess it did damage my self-esteem. Only slightly, but it was still there.

After some walking, I finally shoved the key into the lock and opened the door. I pulled Vi into the bathroom with me and set her down, then retrieved the first aid kit from the cabinet.

Vi looked angry. I took her hand in mine and gave her a sad smile. "You have to stop fighting everyone that opens their mouth." She scoffed and rolled her eyes, refusing to speak.

She winced as I pressed the alcohol against the small cuts on her knuckles. I murmured a small "sorry" and continued.

"I only do it because I know that shit can affect you." She muttered. I finished wrapping up her hand and proceeded to put all the supplies away. "While that may be true, it doesn't call for violence."

She rested her face in her hands. "It just pisses me off because you're fucking perfect, and I never want you to think otherwise."

I sniffed and avoided looking at her. "It's not a big deal."

She abruptly stood and faced me. "But it is." She insisted. "I want you to know and believe that you're," she searched for the right words. "absolutely Incredible."

I fought back tears and she moved my head to face her. She stared into my watery eyes and cursed under her breath. "I wanna show you how perfect you are."

My breath hitched as her other hand fell to my hip. Her forehead moved to push against mine and my eyes darted to her scarred lips. "Okay," I murmured and she pressed her soft lips into mine.

I sighed into the kiss, reveling in the security of her touch. The kiss soon grew quick and desperate as she backed me into the bedroom.

Her hands fell to my thighs and she hicked me up onto her pelvic area, my thighs quickly wrapping around her waist as she kicked things out of the way.

She dropped me onto the mattress and began sucking marks on my throat. Her hands hooked into the hem of my pants and underwear and she pulled them both down.

My hands found her belt and I skillfully pulled it off of her torso, my hands lingering on her full hips momentarily. Her eyes were hooded and lust consumed while her lips found mine again.

Her tongue swiped across my bottom lip requesting entry, and I happily allowed it. Her tongue made sure to feel against mine as she lifted her shirt off.

I couldn't help but stare at her perfectly sculpted abs, along with her perfect fucking tits.

"See something you like?" She teased and proceeded to lay on the bed, pulling me on top of her. I scoffed at her remark and pulled off my tank top.

"Sit on my face." She demanded with seriousness. I paused and widened my eyes. "What if I suffocate you, Vi?" She rolled her eyes and smirked. "Good way to go, if you ask me."

As I was about to argue with her, she gripped my hips and pulled me right above her mouth with unsurprising strength. She was ripped, after all.

"If I'm losing air I'll just lift you." She shrugged. I stared into her eyes as I contemplated, ultimately knowing she could move me if she wanted.

I fought back my nervousness and nodded. "Okay, yeah. Fine." Her grey eyes turned excited and determined. She quickly pulled me down onto her eager lips, her tongue making quick work over my slit.

My head fell back and I released a surprised gasp. Vi groaned against me. "Fuck, y/n. You taste so fucking good."

My back arched into her touch and she began moving my hips back and forth against her mouth. Her tongue fell to my entrance causing her nose to push against my clit.

One of my hands gripped onto the headboard for dear life, while the other buried itself in her pink locks.

Her tongue sucked at my clit as her middle finger pushed its way inside of me. "So sweet," she praised along with adding another finger.

"Always so good for me." Her voice sent delicious vibrations straight to my core, and I knew I wouldn't last very long at this rate.

Her fingers almost immediately found my g-spot, and I cried out as she continued to hit it with just the right amount of pressure.

I absentmindedly used my grip on her hair to push her head against me, and I could feel her shit-eating grin.

"Gods, just like that, Vi." I moaned. Her hot breath hit my skin as she inhaled, quickly returning for more. She flipped us over and my back rested on the bed.

I now had the perfect view of her eating me out like her life depended on it. My high hit me like a bullet, and I shut my eyes tightly, letting Vi ride me through my orgasm.

She licked up my slit a final time before licking off the cum that coated her lips and chin. I inhaled heavily and my eyes flickered to her pants. She watched my gaze and quirked a brow.

I darted up and quickly pulled her pants down, then flipped her onto the bed. "What-?" She furrowed her brows in confusion. "You aren't the only one that gets off on watching the other cum." I spoke and started trailing heated kisses across her jaw, neck, and collarbone.

Her breath came out in pants when I made my way across her chest, licking her nipples like they were a dessert. Her hand fell to my hair as she pushed me into her.

I took in every whimper and huff she made as I continued to kiss down her body.

Vi stared down at me with her lip between her teeth. I kissed the spot right above her pussy before I sat up and moved my leg over hers, positioning our cunts to make contact with one another.

Her hands fell to my hips once more when she realized what I was doing. She sat up to kiss my neck and began pulling my hips, causing our clits to rub against each other.

Muffled moans could be heard against my neck and I whimpered slightly as my head fell to the side, granting her more access to my neck.

Once I started moving my hips without her help, her hands came to my lower back and ass. "Good girl." She groaned. Her praise gave me the confidence to speed up, and soon we were both teetering on the edge of our orgasms.

Her face was positioned between my tits while she kept making quiet sounds of pleasure. Perspiration was evident on her neck, and I moved my tongue to lick up her collarbone to her jawline, which caused her to groan and grip my ass.

My breath switched to a pant. Her clit pushed against mine in a way that made me furrow my eyebrows and shut my eyes tightly. I felt her teeth bite my neck gently once we both peaked.

I rode out my high against her, overstimulation eventually affecting us. She exhaled against my neck and released her hold on me. I watched her fall back against the bed and eventually collapsed beside her.

We watched each other catch our breath in silence, and I admired the way she seemed to glow.

Her hand came up to cup my cheek, and a small smile rose upon my lips. "You're perfect." She whispered with genuine awe. My face heat up in a blush at her words.

"Not as perfect as you," I murmured, taking her hand and kissing her palm.

[look-at-the-soul]

All we’d ever need (Part 2)

Tommy Shelby x reader

🔮Summary:  You are Polly’s goddaughter, met Tommy when you moved in with your godmother. After Grace left, when he was broken, in a shell, moved by the pain… until he started noticing you. Then in a serious relationship some unexpected news will shake their worlds a little.

⚠️ Warning: Smut

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✨ Thank you @lyarr24 for coming up with this incredible idea! I’m loving writing this too much! 🤗💖

A/N: If you are new to my stories, just a heads up; I like to explain part of the story with a flashback (in italics)

Part 1 here

Hurt by her godmother’s words because she loved Polly and she had asked her to not tell Tommy, Y/N stormed in the back of The Garrison. She was so scared of how he would react.

“I’m going home.” She announced at the sight of Tommy sitting alone.

He put the envelope back in his jacket pocket. “We just arrived.”

“Stay, I wasn’t asking you to come.” She was altered by Polly’s words.

Tommy got up and grabbed her arm. “What happened?”

“I shouldn’t have tried to please you, if you have a problem with your aunt, you fix it.” Breaking away from him, Y/N walked through the people, ignoring Tommy’s voice calling for her, Polly was flirting with a young man.

Tommy was stopped by a group of men trying to catch his attention.

Arriving at home, she threw her bag and coat and hurried upstairs to get rid of the burgundy dress Tommy picked for her to match his tie and handkerchief. Frustration and worry building up.

She had asked to keep the pregnancy a secret because she didn’t know what to do, didn’t want to lose Tommy over it, but she never imagined Pol would try to blackmail her with that. It was a low blow.

“Tonight was supposed to be a celebration.” Y/N hurried to put on her nightgown, hoping he wouldn’t notice anything different. “You’re always telling me to have some fun. What made you so upset?”

“Nothing.”

“Want me to ask nothing what the fuck did she say to you?” He opened the door of the bedroom in an attempt to get her to speak.

“Leave it, she was drunk.” Taking off the bracelets, she threw them, making them crash against a bottle of perfume. Tommy arched his eyebrows.

Knowing he wouldn’t get an answer until she was ready to talk, Tommy let his gaze ran up and down her body, his questions long forgotten.

“You looked fucking gorgeous there.” He kissed her shoulder. Thrusting her lightly from behind. “Is the new set still underneath this?” The images of her putting on the black lingerie running through his mind. Not waiting for an answer, he lifted her gown up.

“Tommy…” Y/N managed to say out of breath, feeling he was hard.

His fingers moved her hair out of the way of her neck, his other hand in the middle of her legs, applying a slight pressure.

“Looks like you’re ready.” Looking at her through the mirror, Y/N moved her hips in a small circle against his hand, trying to get more pressure, something. “Do that again.” And she did, her eyes closed. “Fuck.”

“Tommy, please.”

Fuck. What did she do to him? Their clothes wouldn’t come off as fast as they needed it.

Every time he touched her, Y/N felt like burning up, and when Tommy’s lips took one of her nipples in, she moaned in pain and pleasure like she never felt before. His hand ran up and down her leg, still covered in her stockings, he didn’t have the time or patience to take them off. Popping on his elbows for support, he slammed all the way in, the loud moan that came out of her took him by surprise. Thrusting again, her head fell back in the pillow… he loved watching her come undone, as he moved back to pick up the pace, he was just half the way in when her body exploded around him. Tommy heard her whisper his name and then a curse left her lips. He was just warming up.

Breaking away a little to see her, she was still coming down from the waves of her orgasm, her eyes closed. A few seconds later, when she finally opened them, Tommy was looking at her intently. The feeling of being inside of her was like having whiskey shot straight into his veins.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait for you…” She was embarrassed by the intensity. Surprised too by the way it hit her.

“Fast with the trigger tonight, ey?” He chuckled and moved his hips a little, still inside of her. “Think you have another one for me?”

She didn’t know how, but she was ready. She needed more of him. Without breaking their union, she made Tommy lie on his back, now on top of him she straddled his hips, adjusting the new angle, taking full control of the pace and moves.

“Jesus, woman, whatever pissed you off… I need you to get mad more often.” He managed to blur out.

“Can you stop talking? I need you to focus.”

Tommy let out a deep laugh. “Sergeant Shelby reporting to service ma’am.”

Turning her body around, so he was on top again, he decided that night he had all the time of the world for her, nobody was home and they had the chance to take it slow, he started to rock their bodies in a very gentle move, enjoying the way her body reacted, how her hands were caressing his shoulders, running her fingernails up and down his back.

In her eyes he found the comfort, love and trust he thought were lost forever, but then life surprised him when Y/N arrived in Birmingham to live with Polly.

He was close, she could feel it, Tommy tried to move from her body, thinking she was already pregnant, Y/N stopped him of pulling out by wrapping her legs around his waist, he was right at the point of no return. After reaching his release, Tommy’s body collapsed on top of hers, trying to not crash her with his weight, he held himself on his arms, his head resting on the crook of her neck, her heartbeat was slowing down, her arm around his back, while her free hand caressed the back of his head.

His lips kissed the space between her breasts, unable to say anything coherent, he stayed in silence thinking of how everything was so different with Y/N around. Somehow, she managed to get deep under his skin, with a smile here and there, a compliment on his horses, a genuine interest in the business, when he least expected it, he found himself walking with Y/N every morning to check on the horses, learning that she had an interesting chat that caught him.

Leaving her body, Tommy pulled her to lie down on his shoulder, the bed was small for both of them, she had to be on her side… one day he would get a big house with a big bed.

“Everything will be better after the races. This will finally take off.” He whispered kissing the top of her head. He had big plans to take his empire to the next level.

Ada already had her house in London, Polly now had her own place, John and Esme picked a big one in the countryside but they haven’t move in yet, it was time for Arthur, Finn wanted to stay in Watery Lane for a while.

Y/N snuggled against his body in silence, her mind was somewhere else as Tommy’s deep breathing assured he wouldn’t find out about her worries. At least not that night…

The day before, she went to Leicester to have a checkup, providing a fake name at the clinic and lying to the Shelby family saying that she would visit her parents.

13 and a half weeks the doctor stated, he explained that given it was her first pregnancy not having any symptoms was something common.

She couldn’t tell Tommy, it would change everything, he would be so mad at her, this pregnancy would only be on the way of his plans, he would think she did it on purpose.

He had said it before, his business was his priority, his focus was to make a success out of it, that he wouldn’t stop until he was at the top of everything and everyone, and even there, he wouldn’t stop.

A baby would only bring sleepless nights, more worry, one more burden he would have to deal with, on top of everything he already had.

Scared of losing him, Y/N tried to make their moment last as long as possible. Feeling down over how much she loved Tommy and how much it would hurt the moment he decided to end what they had.

How could it be that the biggest act of love of bringing a baby into this world could also be what would break them apart?

Too worried to be able to sleep, her mind went back to the exact moment of when Tommy confessed his feelings for her.

(Flashback)

“Polly!” Y/N ran through the betting shop until she found her godmother in the kitchen.

“What is it my sweet girl?” Her eyes left the catalog she was watching.

“I got my first bet! And the kind gentleman gave me one shilling as tip.” Y/N shared with excitement. She had been learning how to register the bets, about the horses that would participate on the races, what to say to the clients, how to answer their questions...

“How good is that?” Polly smiled at her.

“I even convinced him to make a higher bet! On our best horse. He was carrying a sack of coins, said he was going to buy some bread and told him that the bread would be bad in three days, while a high bet would double his investment.”

“You see things.” Polly pointed at her, smiling. “Just like your father has an eye for the best stones.”

Her family's business was robbed a few months ago, fortunately the most expensive and exclusive pieces were guarded in a safe in another place and no one was hurt, but Y/N’s parents were worried about her safety, that’s why they asked Polly to take her in with her family in Birmingham for a while, she would be protected there. She was the only child.

“Thank you for taking me in.”

“I don’t want you to thank me for that ever again.” Polly got up to give Y/N a hug. “Now go and ask Tommy for the papers I gave him to sign this morning.”

“But…” she doubted, he was kind to her when they walked to feed the horses, but he could be scary when other people were around.

“Go, it’s just some papers, the ones I left on his desk.”

Walking through the betting shop, Y/N saw Lizzie’s desk empty, knocked once on the door but when no one answered, she opened it.

“Tommy, Polly wants th-”

Her words were cut by a deep: “Fuck!”

Y/N looked at the woman on her knees next to the window, fully dressed. Tommy in front of her standing with a shocked expression, trying to fix his clothes.

“I’m sorry!” Y/N turned around to leave, embarrassed.

Y/N was about to close the door of Tommy’s office when she remembered the reason why she was there. Quietly she walked to Tommy’s desk and spotting the papers Polly mentioned, she walked again to the door.

“Get out Lizzie.” He barked. “Y/N, wait.”

Lizzie made a sound that was like a mix between a gasp and a growl. Angry for her interruption.

“Y/N, wait.” He repeated.

Her heart stopped beating. He would fire her, or at least give her a lecture of not mentioning this to anyone. Dragging her feet, she turned around.

“Let me explain.”

“Don’t worry Mr. Shelby you don’t have to explain yourself.”

“I must insist.” He was mortified. Approaching her, he tried again, but Y/N cut him.

“I kindly ask you to not touch me when God knows where your hands have been on that woman.” She took a step back.

Tommy put his hands inside his pockets embarrassed, guilt running through him. Clearing his throat, he spoke softly: “Lizzie apart from being my secretary she… she provides other services.”

“I’m aware of that. Really, I have to go.” This was so embarrassing she thought.

He wanted to tell her it meant nothing to him. How could he explain it was her who he was fantasizing about while fucking Lizzie? He had been dreaming of her face and smile and the sounds she would make while saying his name. He had been doing it for days.

“Can we talk about this later?”

“I don’t want to hear the dirty details, and I can still smell her over here.” Y/N shook her head.

It hurt like a knife to see him with Lizzie, but she was the only one to blame, for thinking a man like him could look at her with another kind of interest just because they bonded over horses and bets.

No, he just wanted a whore to fuck around when his majesty pleased.

Walking backwards to exit his office, her heart shattered when his eyes looked at her.

***

“Have you seen Y/N?” Tommy asked Polly, she was checking the books.

“No, she left as soon as she got me the papers you forgot to handle earlier.”

There was only one place where she could have gone.

Putting on his holster and gun, he was determined to find her.

“Did you just take a shower?” Polly asked on his back. It was past midday. “Where are you going?” But he didn’t answer.

“Curly get the Monaghan Boy ready, please.”

“Yes Tommy, I’m getting the horse ready.” He repeated mumbling to himself.

“I used to come here all the time when I needed to think.” His voice soft behind her.

Even with her eyes shut, she could feel he was close.

“Excuse me Miss. Y/LN.” Curly took the horse.

Moving over, she finally set her eyes on the man who didn’t owe her an explanation and yet was looking at her with a thousand apologies in his eyes.

Announcing the horse was ready, Tommy thanked Curly before offering his hand to her. He had his sleeves rolled up, a different shirt and vest on.

“Come with me, please?”

They rode in silence, leaving behind the city and smog, a green field welcomed them as the sunset was about to go down.

Y/N wanted to ask Tommy why they were there, but the words wouldn’t come out. Afraid of how much it would hurt to face his reject. She started to develop feelings for Tommy after seeing a side of him he didn’t show to anyone around, he loved to talk about his horses, books, poetry, he loved to hear her talk about her family’s business with jewelry, how to her it wasn’t about the value of the stone, but the deep meaning behind each piece, of what it reminded the one buying it, he asked about the certification process, the purity of the pieces, of how a chunk of coal while put into an extraordinary amount of pressure could turn into a diamond… it was like a very different man than the one who was at home.

Tommy stopped under a big tree, helping her down from the horse.

“I’m terribly sorry for what you saw earlier.”

Y/N looked away.

“Sometimes it was so hard to fight this feeling of having you so close and so far away at the same time.” Caressing the horse’s crest, he finally looked at Y/N. “This will sound terribly wrong, but in my mind, it was you who I was thinking about.”

“That definitely is a relief, thinking of me while fucking someone else. What do you want me to say? Thank you?”

“Fuck, no… that’s not what I meant.” Tommy sighted in frustration. “What I’m trying to say is… is that I like having you here, I’m glad Pol had you over, you’re a good listener, talking to you makes me feel good, it’s easy, you make me feel… different.” His heart was beating at its maximum capacity, he took a step closer to her. “You probably know I’ve been hurt in the past, I don’t trust easily, I push people away.” He chuckled a little. “I’ve tried to push you away too, but truth is I can’t get you out of me mind.”

“I’m not like them.” Y/N stated firmly. “What makes you think I would hurt you?”

“I know you wouldn’t… and that’s the scariest part.” Tommy’s fingertips touched her cheeks, cupping her face as if holding a fragile explosive. “I know with you is everything or nothing at all.” He whispered.

Now it was too late to take his words back, too late to try to hide his feelings.

“Are you completely sure this is what you want?” Tommy gave an almost unnoticeable nod before finally crashing his lips on hers. Gently, slowly, breathing in her perfume. Her hands shyly resting on his chest, while his were fully around her back, to keep her close.

“How did you do it?” His voice low, as if sharing a secret just with her.

“Do what?” The feeling of being in his arms seemed so surreal, his embrace was strong but tender, she loved the way his fingers were tracing little circles in the small of her back.

“You are… this…” Nothing made sense in his mind, but he felt alive again, he felt like he finally could put all the pain and hurt behind.

Like this new opportunity was placed right in front of him and it felt right.

“What?” Y/N asked blushing, his intense gaze penetrating every layer of her soul.

Tommy shook his head, unable to form words. Not fully believing he deserved a chance like this. He had closed the door of his heart a while ago, but she knocked and knocked until he opened again. So instead he kissed her again, wanting time to stop.

As they arrived back into Watery Lane, Polly was waiting in the living room. Her goddaughter had been gone for hours and no one had seen her. But as soon as she saw her nephew lean in to brush her lips, Polly saw red.

“How dare you? Get off of her!” She hit him hard, her hands moving at speed against him.

“Godmother no! You’re hurting him.” With an unknown patience, Tommy sighed and strengthened his clothes, motioning both women to get inside.

Never in her wildest dreams Polly imagined that her goddaughter would end up with her nephew, her parents sent her looking for protection, when in reality they were offering their only daughter to the Devil himself.

“Listen Pol, I know Y/N is like a daughter to you, but I swear this was unintentionally alright? It just happened.”

“It just happened.” Polly repeated with sarcasm.

They both saw her pacing the room. “Can’t you just keep you cock inside your fucking pants for once?!”

“I haven’t touch her.” He tried to explain.

But his aunt was making him feel like he was eleven years old again when she found him stealing cigarettes from her purse. He probably still had marks from that beating.

“And you.” She pointed at her goddaughter. “How am I supposed to explain this to your parents? Your mother trusted me with your life!” Tommy took her hand.

“I’m sorry aunt Polly.” She wasn’t her blood aunt, she called her that out of love. “I enjoyed spending time with the horses and Tommy, you said how lonely he was, and he was kind to me an…”

“Oh, stop it’s because I know how he is that I’m angry. I know every sin, whore and lie.”

“Thanks for the compliments Polly, you are really helping me out.”

She spun around, a hand on her hip. “I’m not trying to help you.”

“This is my fault too.” Y/N feared her godmother would send her back home.

“My sweet girl.” Polly’s hands caressed her cheeks. “From all the men out there…”

“Here we fucking go again.” Tommy rolled his eyes.

“I’m going to say this once Thomas Michael Shelby.” Her finger touched him over his heart, marking her words. “If you hurt her, you will wish you were never born a Shelby, that beating Sabini men did to you will be tickles compared to what I will do… understood?”

“Clear.”

****

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[oh-katsuki]

Golden Boy (Izuku x Reader)

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Pairing: Izuku x Reader

Summary: Izuku was a nice boy, except when it came to you. Yup, UA’s golden boy really knew how to treat a slut like you. 

Content Warnings: Dubcon, slight noncon, dacryphilia, size kink, face fucking, overstimulation, creampie, degradation, humiliation, spit kink, choking, finger choking, pet names, ooc izuku

Word Count: 5.6k 

A/N: I got SCARY h-word over this man and decided that I literally wanted him to hurt me and spit in my mouth. He’s too nice to not be a fucking freak, goodbye. 

Anyway, thank you to @eremiie , @mikaberries , and @veroyktv for beta-reading this!! I appreciate y’all !

Izuku tormented you all through high school. It was almost shameful to admit the way that his gentle teases melted into something far more sinister as the weeks bled into months and years. What started as subtle comments turned into  outright taunts and then the contactless threats no longer remained empty. 

No one believed you. And who would? 

Izuku was a model student and a good friend, someone with a kind disposition who wanted nothing more than to become the greatest hero. What reason could he possibly have to bully you? You’d never done anything to him. 

But he did. For three years he mercilessly taunted you and it only got worse your final year. 

Izuku would pinch at your thighs, sneering at you in the hallways when no one was looking. He’d snake his hand up your skirt and squeeze the supple flesh hard enough to leave bruises that eventually littered the entire inside of your thigh. They looked incredibly vulgar and Izuku would torment you about it endlessly, despite knowing that he’s the one who left them. 

He’d crowd you against the lockers after most people had gone home, knowing you’d be there late after your tutoring sessions. 

“Tsk. Quite some marks you’ve got there.” He’d say, stepping up to you, his broad shoulders squared, a half smile creeping onto his face as his eyes studied the inside of your thighs. The marks littered the otherwise smooth skin, visible when looking at you from the front. 

“You get them from slutting yourself out?” Izuku would ask, stepping toward you again. “Y’look like a bit of a whore, don’t you?” 

He’d lean in close to your ear, venom seeping into each of his words as he cornered you. His hand crept up your skirt, eyes trained on yours which widened with fear as he pinched down, relishing in the yelp of pain that escaped you.

You wondered how someone like Izuku could make you feel so small and so insignificant.You couldn’t even bat his hand away as he made a fool of you, pinching at the inside of your leg with thick, calloused, and scarred fingers. It didn’t matter how tall or strong you were because it always seemed that Izuku was bigger, domineering in attitude and words. He really did know how to reduce you to a helpless thing. 

It seemed Izuku was growing more desperate by the day as graduation gradually crept closer. It was like he made less of an effort to hide it, blowing into your ear and whispering vile shit to you while in class, things that would make anyone squirm in their seat. He’d start bumping into you, singling you out, making an effort to get you noticed by his friends so he could have you as a little plaything whenever they hung out. 

And you let him. You let him make a toy out of you, tagging along with Iida, Uraraka, and Asui on Saturday outings, letting Izuku pinch and prod at you from across a restaurant table.

The truth was, Izuku Midoriya fucking terrified you. 

So you couldn’t say no to him. To everyone else you looked like nothing more or less than one of his many admirable friends. Promising quirk and a promising future, what a match for UA’s golden boy. 

You were at your wits end and by the time graduation rolled around. No one listened to you. Hell, people often brushed off Izuku’s very genuine threats as classic childhood teasing. “You’re such a good sport!” they’d say as Izuku patted your back, laughing an all too cheery “just kidding!”

How were you supposed to focus on graduation day, all dolled up in your cap and gown, unwilling to admit to yourself that maybe it was for him? Still, you found yourself automatically flinching whenever Izuku came around, eyes following him across the lawn as he ignored you in favor of photos. Izuku had a promising job offer waiting for him, and his many awards won during the ceremony earned him several congratulatory handshakes as well as pictures for the school’s newsletter. 

Still, he’d catch your eye when smiling for the camera, an all to familiar glint in them. His smile made you sick to your stomach, made it churn in the worst of ways. It was doing back flips as he stalked across the lawn towards you until his sturdy frame was against yours. He leaned down, lips brushing beside your ear to whisper one final taunt. 

“It’s a shame you’re not wearing that little skirt of yours,” Izuku breathed, eyes flitting over the cap and gown. “Would have liked to pinch those skank thighs of yours one last time. S’what you deserve.”  

And then he stood there, watching the way tears began to crowd your waterline, threatening to spill over as three years of tormentation came to what felt like an underwhelming head. Izuku tilted his head, watching the way water stained your made-up cheeks, before taking his thumb and wiping the tears from your eyes. 

“Don’t cry, doll.” He taunted, voice far too sweet for the words that fell from his lips. “I’m not near done with you yet.” 

Why was his tone so comforting? So confusing that you weren’t sure if it was dread or relief that filled your senses, ears suddenly feeling clogged with water. Your eyes darted from his to anyone on the lawn who could see you, who might be watching as Izuku pushed you to tears with only a few words, until you caught Bakugou’s gaze. 

Ah, Bakugou Katsuki, someone who’s done to Izuku what he does to you. It’s a bit of a fucked up little triangle because while Izuku was bullied by him and you are bullied by Izuku, you couldn’t help but hope that Bakugou would be the one taunting you, the one pinching your thighs. At least that’s what you told yourself. Maybe he’d help you, after all, he was probably the only person who’d believe you in the first place. 

So once Izuku had wiped your tears with a condescending thumb and left to go partake of other party activities, you pulled Katsuki aside by the shoulder, fingers digging into the meat of his bicep. 

“What in th- you?! The fuck are you doing?” Bakugou asked, eyebrows furrowed in the permanent scowl that he wore so frequently. 

“Sh, look please just, hear me out.” You spoke, voice hushed as your eyes shifted around. You had the feeling that if Izu saw you with him, you’d be in for it. “I just- I really need help.” 

Bakugou was about to scoff, was about to roll his eyes and walk away until he saw the redness under your eyes that the makeup couldn’t hide. The way you sniffled slightly as you asked and the way you looked to the floor. He’d never seen you like this, almost broken. It was something he’d seen often in Izuku, but something about seeing you like this made him ache. 

“What?” He responded, trying not to seem too invested. 

“It’s Midoriya.” Your voice grew quiet, almost in shame as you spoke the formal version of his name. 

“And?” Bakugou was impatient. He cared about you but not enough to sit here for five minutes while you stuttered. “Spit it out.” 

“He- he won’t leave me alone.” The words tumble from your lips so fast and before you know it, your hands are balled into fists on his chest, the material of his gown scrunched inside them in a plea. “He’s a nightmare, he pinches me and says the most awful shit to me. I- I mean, the inside of my legs and thighs are littered with bruises and n-no one believes me.” 

“Midoriya? As in, ‘shitty deku’ Midoriya?” Bakugou takes a step back in slight shock. 

“Yes!” You shout, far louder than you intended, pulling him closer slightly as you hush your tone in a whisper. “What the fuck am I supposed to do?” 

He nudged you off of him, brushing off his gown. Bakugou would be lying if he said it didn’t make his blood boil. Sure, him and Midoriya had buried the hatchet a long time ago but he still wanted dirt on the guy, plus he thought it was a coward move for him to bully someone as pretty as you. Though after seeing the way your eyes get wide in fear, he can’t say that it wasn’t incredibly tempting. There was something enticing about how you looked when you begged, no doubt Izuku saw it too. 

“You’re too sensitive.” He scoffed, meeting you gaze and watching the way your expression fell. “What you do is graduate and forget about that shitty extra. There’s really nothing else to it.”

You reached for him again out of habit this time, like if he turned around now you’d really be thrown to the wolves. 

“N-no, Bakugou, please.” You plead again, tears once again gathering in the corners of your eyes. “I-I can’t. I just need help.” 

Oh, he gets it now. 

He sees what makes you so appealing, what makes it so easy to walk all over you. You looked pretty when you cried. So he leaned in, his scowl turning into a smirk before speaking again. 

“No.” Bakugou’s smirk turned into an outright grin, eyes crinkling at the corners before he stood back up. “I graduated. Shitty Deku is your problem, not mine. Deal with it yourself. Just stop talking to him or whatever.” 

And with a wave of his hand he was off, walking towards his group of friends. Well, there goes your life line, the one person who actually believed that Izuku was tormenting you wouldn’t even lend you a helping hand. You supposed it was too much to hope though, and he was right, you could forget… stop talking to him. Why did the idea of that suck almost as much as staying under this thumb? 

“____!” Bunette locks bounced as your friend came towards you, hand outstretched in a wave before she pulled you into a hug. “We’re all going to Midoriya’s place to celebrate graduating, come with?” 

You liked Uraraka. Well, you actually liked all of Izuku’s friends. They were sweet and honestly none-the-wiser to Izuku’s torments and taunts. She wore the kindest smile, eyes bright with the excitement of finally starting her adult life. 

You glanced at the rest of them, eyes flitting around friendly faces until your gaze met Izuku’s. He looked upset, eyebrows furrowed slightly and eyes cold as he stood there. They all agreed, urging you to go before Izuku spoke up, smiling gently at you over the top of Uraraka’s head. 

“You should come. We’ll miss you if you don’t.” The rest of the group nods their agreement, but it wasn’t them that pulled the small okay from your lips. It was Izuku, the way his eyes had a threatening glint to them as he spoke, a smile creeping into them in the most unsettling of ways. Your stomach was turning again, twisting over and over because something about the way Izuku looked at you made you squirm. 

“Yay! Okay, we’re all gonna meet there after!” She smiled, taking your hands in hers and giving a small squeal. “It’s gonna be so fun!” 

And with that she was bouncing off with Asui in the direction of Kaminari and Kirishima. 

Izuku stayed behind, walking slower than his friends so he could bend down to speak to you. You could feel his breath against your neck as he spoke, words sending shivers down your spine. Despite the way your heart hammered against your rib cage, you tilted your head to hear him better. 

“You better be there, doll.” He muttered. “It’ll be worse for you if you’re not. Be a good girl for once, yeah?” 

He sounded more upset than usual, hand coming up to squeeze your shoulder hard enough to make you flinch, and when you looked up to meet his eyes, he didn’t wear his standard grin. Izuku looked angry, furious even. It made your skin crawl, made heat creep up your neck and onto your cheeks so furiously that you found it hard to see through. 

All you could do was nod, fighting the pout that tried so hard to paint your face. You squeezed your thighs together instinctively at the phrase. He never praised you, not even once. Hearing the words “good girl” drip from his lips so angrily made them fly shamefully south. He gave a small laugh before walking off. It was almost like he knew, leaving you to rub at your sore shoulder. 

---

Why were you here? You could have just not come and then you never would have had to see Izuku again, never would have had to deal with him until one day in the future when you’re too successful a hero to pinch. Still, you wouldn’t admit it to yourself or anyone else, but you might miss him. The teasing was a nightmare but it was attention, something that reminded you that at least Izuku still saw you. 

He couldn’t be ignoring you if he was calling you a slut. 

You arrived after everyone and Izuku opened the door for you with a jeering grin before stepping aside to let you in, pinching at your thigh again. He noticed immediately that you wore a skirt and he didn’t have to wonder why. It was an invitation for him, of course. 

You’d actually never been to Izuku’s house, so sitting in his living room eating snacks and drinking was unusual to say the least. It was surprising because beyond pinching you in the doorway, Izuku was being oddly kind. 

He sat next to you, his thigh pressed against yours, but he didn’t try anything. Didn’t whisper in your ear or grab at the fat on your side. You couldn’t help but ask yourself why. Even as the latter half of the day droned on, you were on edge despite being treated, finally, like one of the group. What did you do wrong? Was he no longer interested in you? Most importantly though, why were you upset that he wasn’t pushing your buttons? 

The end of the day came quickly, dark settling over the house while everyone gathered their things to leave. You’d all walk home together, leaving Izuku alone in his house. He smiled as everyone waved goodbye, bittersweet tears in his eyes as his final high school hang out came to a close. He cried at the ceremony while delivering his speech and then again at his house while Uraraka babbled on about her appreciation of UA. You can’t say you felt the same. 

“Not ____.” He said as you slipped on your shoes, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I’ll walk her home since she lives in the opposite direction. Plus, I gotta give her something.” 

Izuku smiles at his friends, who all nod their understanding. They wouldn’t suspect that he’d do anything wrong, that he’d be keeping you behind to maybe, finally, torment you. What a fucked up way of thinking. The door to his house clicked shut and your blood ran far colder than you thought it would as he approached you. 

“What’s wrong, doll?” He taunted, a fake pout adorning his features. “Thought I’d let you off easy? After today?” 

Izuku raised an eyebrow before rolling his eyes at the realization that you don’t know what he’s talking about. 

“Wow, you really are a slut aren’t you? Clinging to Bakugou so shamelessly today?” He scowled looked over you. 

Your eyes widened, lips parting as you remembered grabbing at Bakugou’s shirt, pulling him towards you earlier that day in a plea for help. 

“Did you think he would help you?” He sneered. “Bakugou’s just like me. He doesn’t care about a whore like you. Did you think that if you pushed against him like that he’d cave? Fold because your perfect body was flush on him?”

Izuku took your face between his pointer and thumb, spitting venom at you, waiting for you to respond. His compliment flew over your head. 

“N-no.” Yes. “I swear Izuku… I- I didn’t-” 

“You- you- you didn’t what?” Izuku responded, mocking your miserable stutter. “You’re my toy. Pisses me off when you let other people play with you.” 

And then he’s dragging you towards his room, pulling you into the cramped space and closing the door behind him. He’s muttering like he usually does, pushing you onto his bed so you’re sitting on the edge. 

Why were you so relieved right now? Why was your cunt already sticky with arousal? Why did every single word he was saying to you go straight south? You take your bottom lip between your teeth trying to find a way to shake your head in protest— to get up and leave— but the movement just wouldn’t come. Instead, you hang your head, eyebrows pulled up and cheeks flushed with heat as he stares you down. 

“Why are you doing this?” Your voice is barely a whisper, hardly audible over the sound of his frustrated breathing and your own rampant heart beat. “I’ve never done anything to you.” 

Izuku scoffed this time, stepping forward and taking your face in his hands again. 

“Haven’t done anything?” His words are venomous and his face is inches from yours, hot breath fanning across your cheeks. Were his hands always this big? “Dressing like that and saying you ‘haven’t done anything’?” 

His eyes flit down to the fat of your thighs, free hand groping the flesh hungrily, hard enough that it had you sucking in a sharp breath. Izuku couldn’t take it anymore, squeezing your cheeks and pressing his lips to yours in an aggressive kiss. 

Truth was, you drove Izuku batshit crazy. Right from the moment he saw you he could hardly contain himself, prancing around in that tiny fucking skirt with an ass like that. Daring to act so innocent when he was gripping the edge of his desk to keep from pouncing on you as you introduced yourself to him, as you hung all over his middle school bully, or as you flashed your hot pink panties while in class. 

To him, you were asking for it and the way you played dumb only made his blood boil further. Izuku was a nice boy, always had been, but the day that he made you cry, telling you that you kind of looked like a slut in your skirt, was the day he knew that he’d have way too much fun with you. 

Your eyes got so big, welled up so quickly with tears that he knew were caused by him. It made him proud, made his chest swell at how quickly he could completely ruin your day. This must be how Bakugou felt, to some degree, except chances are that he wasn’t thinking about what your puffy, swollen lips might look like when you’re choking on his cock. 

He’d been thinking about it since he met you. Pushing you further and further because you were just so fucking cute when you cried and if he couldn’t consume your thoughts because you like him, then he’d have to settle for consuming them because you’re afraid of him. 

You grunted against him, eyes going wide as his lips crashed into yours. You were spinning, heart pounding as his tongue dipped into your mouth hungrily. He pulled away from you quickly. 

“Drive me fuckin’ crazy, looking like that.” Izuku seethed. “If you’re gonna play clueless, y’might as well make use of yourself. S’what you deserve.” 

And without asking he pushed you from the bed and onto your knees in front of him. You knew where it was going, knew that Izuku wasn’t going to let up because this boundary was being crossed. Still, you shamefully rubbed your thighs together, blinking up at him in confusion and arousal. 

“Such a whore.” He said, freeing his cock from his pants and letting it slap against his stomach. Izuku relished in the way your eyes widened, in the way you unconsciously licked your lips. And then he’s tapping the side of your mouth with his cock, head tilted back in a taunt as he watches the way your eyes brim with premature tears. He’d show you real crying. 

“Suck it.” A simple command, but one that had you shivering. He kept his hand on your shoulder while his fingers dug into it with a force that was all too familiar. is cock throbbed in his hands as you sniffled and parted those pretty, glossed lips. 

Izuku didn’t wait, no, he couldn’t wait, pushing his full length to the back of your throat and beyond, groaning when it entered the tight, wet space beyond your mouth. His head fell back and his mouth fell open at the way you choked on him. Tears forced their way out of your eyes and down your cheeks as he began fucking your mouth. 

“Y-you’re a real crybaby, huh?” He cooed, a lazy half-smirk gracing his face. “You did this to yourself. Such– a fucking– tease.” 

He accentuated his words with harsh thrusts into your throat, drool pooling in your mouth and dribbling down his cock to his balls. It ran down your chin, mingling with tears as he continued to fuck your throat. 

Izuku was big, far bigger than you expected him to be. He completely filled your throat, stretching your unprepared mouth open. You could feel the sides of your mouth pulling at his size, lips cracking as you struggled to take all of him with each of his thrusts. Still, when you looked up at him through big teary eyes, knees growing sore from the way his fist held you to the floor, other hand pulling you against his cock, your cunt grew wet with arousal. 

He pulled you off him by your hair, watching the way you gasped and sputtered and sobbed. He loved the scratch in your throat as you coughed and he picked you up by the arm and crawled between your legs. 

“Wearing such a tiny skirt to my house.” He spit. “You knew what you were doing, lookin’ like that with your ass out and shit.” 

Izuku’s eyes scanned over you hungrily, like he’s been waiting to get you here for so long. Fuck, he still looked big, hovering over you and supporting his entire weight on one of his arms as his other hand wandered down. He flipped up the fabric of your skirt, admiring the way you flinched as his hand ran up your inner thigh. 

His hands ran over your figure, squeezing at the fat of your stomach, thighs, and chest. Izuku has been dying to get a piece of you since you met, since he first laid eyes on that frustratingly sexy figure of yours that led him to spiral to this moment. His hands dipped back to your inner thigh, ensuring that your skirt was out of the way, though it was so small already that it proved no obstacle at all. 

His breathing grew heavy, hand gently gliding along the supple flesh that he’s pinched so many times, marks from your final day of classes still fading. Izuku’s eyebrows were furrowed together as his hands found your panties, touching you over the fabric that was now soaked through. His eyes snapped to you so fast as he pulled the fabric aside with calloused fingers, wasting no time dipping his fingers into your soaking folds. 

“You fucking pervert.” He sneered, glancing down to show you just how wet you’d gotten, all for him. “You like it when I’m mean to you? So fucking dirty.” 

Izuku rubbed a swift circle around your clit and you brought your arm up to hide your face, biting into your forearm to muffle the sounds. You shook your head, squeaking out a no as his fingers curled up into you. 

“You sure about that? You’re dripping.” Izuku grunted, curling his fingers with his entire forearm and hearing a moan from you. “See? Fucking slut, giving me those eyes, like a lost puppy.” 

It was undeniable how you clenched around him and he let out a curt laugh of disbelief. 

“Oh… you like that name, don’t you, puppy?” He dipped down to bite at your neck, humming into the skin. 

You squirm beneath him but he has you caged in under, your legs unable to move around. Your stomach still turned in fear of him, but that fear was mixing with the intense pleasure building in your core. Even his fingers were a stretch and you could feel his thick cock hitting your abdomen with each aggressive curl, your mind consumed with just how good it would feel for him to break you open. After all, he’s chipped away at almost every ounce of self respect you had. In fact, he practically already owned you mentally, now he was just claiming what he should rightfully own physically. 

“I hate girls like you.” He spat, fingers picking up their pace as you were sent barrelling towards your high. “Acting like you don’t know what you’re doing to me. So fucking stupid. But look at you now— Your cunt is practically drooling on me— pathetic.” 

You were close, hot with arousal as he lifted your arm from your face. 

“Getting close huh? I can feel your whore cunt clenching. Y’wanna cum?” He grinned widely through furrowed brows. 

Your eyes were glossed over, tears spilling onto your cheeks and for a moment Izuku almost felt bad for you. Still though, you were just too fun to fuck with, too fun to absolutely ruin. You looked prettier than he could have imagined right now; face sticky with tears of arousal, embarrassment, and fear. Izuku was a nice boy, he really was, except when it came to you because now he just couldn’t stop himself from ruining your cunt. 

You were close, impossibly close as you bit your lip in an attempt to muffle the whiney yes that breached your lips. It was involuntarily, almost a survival response as his fingers continued making that delicious squelching sound. Those years of torment were beginning to twist. You were beginning to convince yourself that no, it wasn’t so bad, it’s okay to want to cream on his fingers and be his good girl. 

So you nodded, dew-filled eyes stricken with fear meeting his predatory ones in a confirmation. He was building you up so well, your stomach turning over and over, the knot tightening and set to break. And then he pulled his fingers from you as you clenched around nothing, a blinding orgasm ripped from you all by his fingers. Your back arched up off the bed and pathetic whines left your lips. 

“You’ll have to beg for it.” He smirked, sitting back on his knees, discarding your panties with a hard tug and running the head of his cock through your slick while you whimper. “Tell me you like it. C’mon. I’ll let you cum on my cock if you do.” 

Right now you were certain you’d do anything if it meant you were allowed to cream over him, so you parted your lips, hiccuping through broken sobs. 

“P-please Izu, need to cum.” Your voice was low and quiet. 

Izuku pushed the head of his cock against your entrance, glowering down at you as he pushed the fabric of your shirt up over those perfect tits that he couldn’t get enough of. He sucked in a sharp breath, facade falling for a moment until he brought his eyes back to yours. 

“You like it when I’m mean, huh? Lemme hear you say it.” Izuku gave a cruel smile, eyes darkened with lust. 

“Yes! Yes, I like it.” You shout, hand coming up to grab his arm, speaking through desperate tears. “Please fuck me, please Izu.” 

Izuku bottomed out in one fell swoop, hearing all he needed as he throws his head back, a groan of fucking pathetic falling lazily from his lips. He rolled his head across his shoulders, starting to move in and out of you, stretching your cunt open with each push and pull. 

“So fucking tight. You a virgin?” His tongue swiped at his teeth as he relished in the stretch and the way pain wet your cheeks. 

God, he fucking hated you. Hated every part of you. He hated the way your lips looked so good around him, the way your thighs squeezed so nicely around his waist, the way your tears only egged him on. It all made him want to hurt you. You brought out the worst in him. You were too fucking tempting, too easy. 

You weren’t a virgin but the stretch of his cock made you feel like one. God, you could feel him in your throat as you gripped pathetically at his biceps, a plea to get him to slow down. Izuku wouldn’t listen though, pounding into your gummy walls mercilessly. 

“Not gonna answer?” He laughed, low and threatening before folding your knees to your chest. “Tells me all I need to know. How many men have fucked this cunt of yours, huh? Bet it’s more than I can count on one hand.” 

Izuku brought his hand up to your face once more, squeezing your plump cheeks together. 

“Don’t worry, puppy. Gonna make it so you can’t take anyone else.” He spits in your mouth, forcing it closed. “Fuckin’ mine now, yeah? My little whore, always have been, right?”

You screw your eyes shut, swallowing sloppily as spit drips down your chin and tears streak from your eyes. Where did he learn to speak like this? 

“Say it.” 

You’re close again, so full of him, so desperate for him to give you what you want. You can’t resist him, so you might as well submit. Maybe it will make everything easier because you were finding it harder to pretend that you didn’t like it now. 

“Yours, m’yours.” You choke out, hand flying to his large one to move it over your throat. “Belong only to you.” 

Izuku squeezed the sides of your neck with startling force. It’s almost hateful in how strong it was but it made you whine out against him, voice raking against vocal chords that he forced closed. 

“Slut. S-such a slut.” He stuttered as you clenched around him, hitting your high with a roll of your hips and a pathetic whimper. “C’mon, gimme it, puppy.” 

Oh god, the pay off was unbelievable. The way you whined his name was better than any sob he pulled from you to date.You were so helpless,your body wracking with waves of pleasure and your pussy clamping down around him. This is what he saw in you the first time he made you cry— this expression. He knew you could make it, eyes big and wide, filled with tears and your mouth open in a deep moan. Fuck, he loved it. 

“God, so tight. Good puppy, good fucking puppy.” He fucked into you faster, chasing his own high now as he assaulted your overstimulated cunt. 

Your head spun, no longer preoccupied with the taunting or the tormenting. You were stupid on his cock, his good little puppy, like you were meant to be. You should have given in earlier, should have let him shove his dick down your throat sooner because even though you were struggling to get off his fat cock, you couldn’t, and you loved every single second of it. Izuku was only mean to you, only mean to his puppy. 

You’re so overstimulated, barreling towards another orgasm and now all you can think about is how bad you want him to fill you up. 

“C-cum inside.” You managed to choke out between pathetic sobs and whimpers. You’re crying for it, begging. “Please cum inside of me.” 

Izuku let out a low chuckle before bottoming out one final time, shoving his thick fingers down your throat and filling you up. When Izuku came, he came a lot. It flooded your cunt before leaking out the sides where he had you split open. Izuku couldn’t hide his true nature for long, his thighs beginning to quiver and a low groan becoming a high pitched whine as he emptied his balls inside of you like he’d been wanting to for so long. 

He stayed there for a moment before pulling out of you and crouching down to watch the way he spilled out of you, admiring your ruined pussy and body. You’re stretched out from him, tears staining your cheeks and cunt gaping from his cock.

And then he’s biting at your thighs, marking up the inside of your leg as you can barely manage to push out a squeal. He’s leaving the marks he’s always wanted to. Those pinches on the inside of your leg were a stand in for the ones he’d create with his teeth. He nipped at the sensitive skin before dipping his tongue into your folds to collect the mixture of him and you in his mouth. 

Izuku watched the way you twitched as he cleaned you up, admiring the way your legs flinched whenever he ran his tongue over your sensitive clit. He’s much gentler now but his eyes still frightened you when he came up from between your legs to spit the mixture of cum and arousal back into your slightly parted mouth, ordering you to swallow puppy. 

When you finally do— too tired and fucked out to think about protesting, he smiles— standing up off the bed and buttoning his pants with a heaving sigh.

Izuku turned back to your form on the bed, watching the way your chest heaved and the way your pleated skirt crowded at your hips, ruined cunt on display and shirt pushed up over your bitten up breasts. He made a mental note to remember to take your clothes off next time.

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Bucky Barnes | Series | Pride and Privacy

Pride and Privacy Masterlist - part IV

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Nurse!Reader

Warnings: 18+. Smut, fluff and angst.

Plot: Seems like the roles are reversed...

Words: 4,2OO

“Would you stop being such a pouty child?!”

Bucky crosses his arms and rolls his eyes at his therapist telling him off. He can’t help it that she makes him incredibly grumpy. After his last session, he felt wary to come back. He seriously debated flaking on Raynor this morning, but she would have him for dinner. So he dragged himself out of bed and made his way to his favourite therapist.

He told her to be glad he showed up when she started complaining about his terrible mood from the moment he stepped foot into her office. He’s been grouchy for days now, moping all around the apartment and getting on Sam’s nerves as well. The simmering tension between you and Bucky is really starting to get to him. Who knew blue balls could get you this riled up?

“I’m not a child.”

“No, you’re a 107 years old. Act like it.”

“What do you want from me?”

Dr. Raynor tries to keep her composure and forces herself to sit back into her chair opposite to Bucky.

“I want you to start enjoying life. Times have changed. Masculinity has changed. Your pride shouldn’t get in the way of your emotions anymore.” She explains to him.

Dr. Raynor needs progress. As a therapist, she’d rather let him figure this out himself, but he doesn’t seem to catch on. So she decides to tell him what she has been trying to get across during the last few sessions, understanding that Bucky has been struggling with other people’s expectations of him his entire life. “You can admit to being happy about the little things. It won’t dent your reputation.”

Bucky reluctantly uncrosses his arms and visibly surrenders to her words, trying to understand what she’s saying. Her words sound familiar. It could have very well been something you would tell him. So for the sake of taking Dr. Raynor seriously, he pretends it’s you talking.

“What are you saying?”

“You can stop the brooding and the pride, because it is getting in your way.” She explains with a gentle voice now, glad to have a small break through in trying to get him to drop his guard.

“How do I do that?” He asks after a moment of puzzling with her words in his mind. He understands what she’s saying, but where the hell does he start off?

“Has there been anyone you can be vulnerable around? Someone who treats you with respect when you do?”

One name immediately pops into his mind, but he decides to move further back. “…In Wakanda. I was safe to be …broken there.”

Bucky’s thoughts bring him back to the campfire with Ayo and his heart aches. Raynor smiles and nods in an attempt to encourage him to continue opening up to her. When he falls quiet, she takes it as her queue to question him further, “Anyone that can offer it to you now? Sam, maybe?”

Bucky knows the answer. He knows perfectly well who allows him to be vulnerable and he hates it.

“Yeah… Sam.”

…

Right after his appointment with Dr. Raynor, Bucky wanted to head straight home like always after his sessions. When his phone beeps with a message referring to one of the loose ends from their previous mission, Bucky heaves a deep sigh and turns around. He meets up with Sam to finish everything up with the intention of being back home in time for dinner, hopefully with you.

Turns out, that little mission takes them two whole days because of a strong miscalculation that had them fighting for their lives all night. So after getting dropped off in front of his apartment complex, he drags himself towards the elevator and barely makes it through the door.

Bucky’s face is covered in bruises and dried up blood and he has deep cuts in his ear, nose and abdomen. He’s pretty sure he heard something crack somewhere. Whether it’s his nose, his ribs or both, he isn’t sure. His injuries have lessened slightly, but he still feels completely wrecked.

The apartment is completely dark and Bucky peers at the clock, the streetlights allowing him to see that it is currently around 2:50am. Trying to remain as quiet as possible, he slumps his aching body into the couch, stifling a groan when his ribs jab into his lung. Carefully, he lies back against the back of the couch and tries to lift his feet to untie his boots.

“Might as well have come in with a parade.”

Bucky jumps at your voice, grimacing when his ribs send another rippling ache through his body. He watches you walk over on your bare feet, wearing some thin pyjama shorts with a big t-shirt. Bucky stares at you, staying quiet as his features contort in focus. He is surprised you’re still awake, but your voice sounds broken and groggy, so maybe you he did wake you up by coming in.

You crouch down in front of him and gently unravel the ties of his boots, helping him out. Bucky leans back with his arm across his torso, trying to focus on his breathing. Whilst relieving his feet, you look up at him, the faint light in the room highlighting just how rough his mission had been.

Getting up and moving through the apartment, you collect some of your things to tend to his injuries. Bucky studies your every move, not daring to speak as you move around. When you sit down on the couch next to him, his eyes remain trained on your actions.

Raising your hand, you gently clean his face with a washcloth to reveal the actual damage that’s left. You swallow hard when Bucky’s intense stare doesn’t falter, so you force yourself to focus on the task at hand. The apartment is quiet and dark, but comfortable nonetheless. Bucky is relieved to be home.

“The cuts on your face, they’re not too bad.” You mutter quietly and your quiet voice sends shivers down Bucky’s spine. However, the tone in your voice makes him feel slightly uneasy.

“Serum.” He reminds you, his stare on you softening.

“Remove your arm.” You order, already starting to do it for him. He complies and the sight of his ripped shirt, stained with blood and a deep cut ripping through his abdomen doesn’t faze you too much. You’ve seen worse.

You grab your scissors and cut open his shirt, once again ignoring Bucky’s eyes on you and the close proximity. Sucking in some air at the sight of his naked chest, you start cleaning the cut and closing it with some medical zip ties before running your palms over his torso carefully and gently pressing into his stomach.

“Now is not the time to feel me up.” Bucky comments with a weak smirk, undoubtedly to ease the tension, and you roll your eyes.

“Checking for internal bleeding, Asshole.” You retort and pull away, “Unfortunately, you seem fine.”

You move to push yourself off the couch, but a metal hand around your wrist stops you. Whipping your head around, you watch your roommate still sat on the couch, looking much better than before but still with that goddamn stare on you.

“You’ve been crying.” It’s more of a statement.

Heartbeat picking up, you move to pull your wrist from his clasp, but you’re unsuccessful. His eyes travel over your face and you shrink under his stare, nothing there now to distract you. Bucky’s brows furrow as he examines your face in better lighting now, his grip tightening around your wrist.

Never have you been someone that gets too emotional and you’re lucky it’s not too visible when you’ve been crying. You’re good at your job and sure, you feel empathy, but not a lot of things manage to penetrate your hard exterior. Not many things really reached your heart. You wouldn’t be able to do your job properly if they did.

After a few chaotic shifts however, the sensitive cases hit a little harder and today was an especially tough one. You ran for the staff toilet and broke down completely, and again when you got home. You are private about your emotions and people usually leave you alone when it comes to these things, so having Bucky confront you so bluntly hits you a little too hard.

You grit your teeth and purse your lips to stop them from trembling, your throat instantly blocking with suffocating pain as he triggers your earlier misery. His grip on your wrist loosens before he tugs you back onto the couch. Too weak to fight him, you sit down next to him, focusing all your attention on trying not to cry as you stare ahead of you.

Your head is pounding and the silence coming from the man next to you is allowing way too much space for your sadness. It’s when Bucky’s hand slips down from your wrist, his metal fingers lacing with yours and squeezing softly, that you let out a broken whimper.

Bucky’s chest hurts more than it has the entire night hearing the gut wrenching sound come from your lips and he grits his teeth harshly. Ignoring his own pains since they’re subsiding slowly, he moves you to turn and face him.

When the streetlights reflect on the tears balancing on your waterline, he lets out a defeated sigh and grabs you by your waist, lifting you onto his lap with a little too much ease.

Sitting sideways in his lap, his metal hand moves to rest over your thigh as his right hand gently cradles your head. Feeling like you’re about to split apart and flood the apartment with your tears, you let him lean back and pull you with him, your head resting on his chest.

“Shh…” Bucky whispers and his gentle fingers massage your scalp soothingly. This is when you allow your overwhelming pain to wash over you and you break. Sobs whacking your body and tears leaking onto Bucky’s skin, you cry and cry until you’ve exhausted yourself.

A little while ago, Bucky had wished for you to be vulnerable around him, for something to happen that would make him feel like he isn’t the only one who is messed up. Wished for you to break your tough composure.

But he hates it. He wants to punch himself for ever wishing something so horrible, because seeing someone like you -someone so strong and kind- collapse like this makes him feel completely powerless. A feeling he told himself he never wants to have ever again.

Moving his arms around your frame, Bucky lifts you up as he stands from the sofa, easily ignoring the pain in his torso now that you’re attached to it. He walks over to your room and gently lays you down on your bed before climbing in himself and attaching himself to your back. He snakes his arm under your head, making your head rest on his bicep as he wraps his metal arm around your waist. Still hearing your sniffles, he buries his nose in your hair, pressing kisses to your head.

“What happened?” He whispers, his tone giving off that he’s not forcing you to talk.

You swallow hard and bite your lip. Your hand snakes over his metal arm and you scoot back further to bury yourself in him, Bucky responding by tightening his hold on you like a protective cocoon.

“Lost a young patient today and she had no one. There was no one there.” You choke out the bare minimum of the complicated case, trying to stop a third wave of tears from coming.

Bucky’s heart aches at that, understanding exactly why that devastates you. There was a time, not too long ago, where Bucky could have been that patient. Where he could die and no one would show up. He could only wish to have a nurse like you to be there and care for him.

That thought triggers a neediness and desperation Bucky hasn’t felt in a long time and he pulls you impossibly close, burying his face in your neck and breathing in your scent.

“She had you.” He mumbles and pushes a soft, warm kiss to your neck.

You squeeze your eyes shut and let yourself melt into Bucky’s hold, his entire front attached to your back and the arm under your head closing around you tightly with no intention to let go. You let out a shaky sigh, exhaustion spreading through your body.

“It’s okay. Sleep. I’m here.” Bucky’s low voice rumbles against the shell of your ear.

“You’re here.” You whisper.

“I’m right here.”

…

When you wake up, you feel reborn.

You must have turned around in your sleep, because you are laying on Bucky’s naked chest, heat radiating from his skin. Gently, you run your fingers over his skin, listening to his soft snores as you allow yourself to wake up.

Bright, yellow light is pouring through your curtains, as a start of another Indian summer day. Orange leaves poke against your window and the rumbling from the streets indicate that the work day has started already.

Looking up, you take a peek at the sleeping man’s face. Eyebrows finally relaxed and lips full, it’s easy for you to ignore the light bruising that’s still on his face. His arm is still tightly wrapped around you and you ignore the flutters in your stomach at the gesture. Your growling stomach is the only thing that stops you from laying on his body all day. You quietly climb out of bed, containing a smile when you watch his usual frown reappear on his features.

Having put on some quiet music, you roam around the kitchen to make the two of you some breakfast. Both of you have the day off, so nothing is stopping you from going all out. Eggs, bacon, grilled cheese, fruits. Slaving away in the kitchen, you barely notice Bucky shuffling out of your bedroom.

When you turn around to fill up your plates with food, you almost drop the hot pan filled with scrambled eggs when you spot Bucky on one of the stools.

“Bucky, Jesus!”

“Just Bucky is fine.” He teases with a dopey smile, his face puffy from sleep. You have to actively stop yourself from letting out a content sigh at the sight of him.

So you roll your eyes and finish up breakfast.

Yesterday was a weak moment for you, but you forced yourself to be as accepting to yourself as you are to your patients -as you are to Bucky. In the end, it is nice to know that you have a wonderful roommate to come home to when everything gets a little too much.

As much as the sight of you crying devastated Bucky, he was glad he was able to be there for you. After thinking for a while with you in his arms, he realised he wasn’t wishing for you to break down this whole time. He was wishing to be there when you inevitably did. After you were there for him with his nightmares, he just wants to be there for you.

Bucky digs into his breakfast hungrily, humming at the food. You had assumed he would be starving after the past couple of days and not exactly getting the chance to refuel when he got home last night. You smile and dig into your own food to stop your growling stomach.

“How do you feel?” Bucky asks suddenly with his mouth full.

You stay quiet for a moment before giving him a genuine smile. “Much better.” You pause, “Thank you, Bucky.”

He gives you a boyish grin and nods before continuing to inhale his breakfast.

…

The morning sun quickly vanished and was replaced by heavy rainfall, making you feel trapped in your apartment with Bucky. But in a good way.

Scrolling through Netflix as Bucky takes a shower, you look for a good movie to watch after you and him agreed to just hang out and watch movies all day. But looking for the right movie to watch is harder than it seems when you’re planning to hang out with your ex-assassin roommate who holds you when you cry and occasionally almost makes you orgasm.

Trying to avoid thinking about last night, your memory serves you further back to the night with your friends. You remember being too flushed to confront him about it and the next day, both of you had gone back to pretending nothing happened. He hasn’t made any move towards you since and to you, that’s another confirmation that he uses you as an instrument to continue his terrible coping mechanism. Sex.

You chew your lip as an intrusive idea penetrates your thoughts and heat instantly pulses between your legs. Part of you wonders if it’s good coping, if it will work for you. Granted, you feel much better than yesterday, but it can’t hurt to try right? Besides, you silently promised him payback.

And you know what they say… payback is a fucking bitch.

A devious smile creeps onto your face and your heart starts thumping in your chest when the shower faucet stops running, telling you Bucky has finished his shower. You get up from the couch cushions and pad your way over to the bathroom on your bare feet, biting your lip when you see the door is unlocked.

You take a deep breath to gather your courage. Doing this properly requires a lot of confidence and you are going to have to fake it to make it. Opening the bathroom door quietly and stepping into the relatively large bathroom, you’re surprised to see Bucky hasn’t noticed you come in.

The air is warm and foggy, Bucky’s masculine scent wafting through the air. You almost shiver at your excitement, the pulse between your legs demanding when you see his naked back. Bulging muscles stretch from his shoulders down to his ass. Thick thighs keep him upright, shoulders and arm flexing deliciously as he dries his hair with his towel. Water drips down his tanned skin and drops sit on the glistening metal of his arm. You lick your lips, because you have to lick something.

Carefully, you take three steps forward, your nose almost touching him when Bucky suddenly freezes. Neither of you were making any sounds, but the silence you hear now is deafening. You raise your hands and gently trail your fingers over the muscles on his back, smiling when goosebumps rise over his skin.

Curling your fingers, your nails lightly scratch his skin and his muscles roll under your touch. Focused on the movements of his body, you lean forward and press your warm mouth to his skin. Bucky lets out a shaky sigh and it urges you to do what you wanted to do from the moment you saw him like this. You dart out your tongue and lick off some of the waterdrops.

Bucky is surprised the water hasn’t evaporated from the heat he emits from this and he lets out a deep groan, that action enough to rush all the blood from his head down to his cock. He instantly turns around, drops the towel and grabs your shoulders tightly, looking down at you.

His jaw drops at the look in your eyes. They’re so dark, so glassy, so… full of lust. He swallow hard, his grip on your shoulders tightening slightly as he takes in the state you’re in.

You lick your lips as you look up at him, giving him a cheeky smirk when you see the look on his face. His easing grip allows you to take one step closer and you give him one more look before dipping down and pressing your lips to his chest, repeating your action from before with your tongue and glancing down to see his cock twitch.

“Hmm…” You hum and he grips the top of the glass shower wall with his metal hand as his other hand goes to your head. He just loves the feeling of your hair between his flesh fingers and the power he feels when he pulls. Something tells him he doesn’t get to feel the power right now.

Your mouth travels lower and lower, Bucky’s gaze following you obediently when you get on your knees. Tracing your tongue over his v while you look up at him nearly ends him and this is when he grasps your hair tightly and yanks your head back.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He growls, pain straining through his cock when he sees your jaw hang slack at his pull.

“Taste of your own medicine, Buck.” You answer and Bucky’s jaw clenches tightly “Don’t worry. Your friends aren’t here so I might let you come.”

Bucky stays quiet, his eyes traveling over your face as he contemplates to take the punishment, or… Well, of course he’ll take it. It’s you.

You smile brightly when his grip loosens and your palms slide up his thighs as you lean in, flattening your tongue against the base of his length and dragging it up slowly, only to pull away again. Bucky drops his head back to his neck and he lets out a shaky breath. He quickly looks down again, not wanting to miss a thing of you being on your knees for him.

You repeat your actions, dragging your tongue up against the thick vein of his shaft before wrapping your wet lips around the head and sucking. Your tongue traces the underside of his tip as you suck eagerly. When his thighs clench under your touch, you decide to throw him off and take him in completely, hollowing your cheeks.

He lets out an animalistic growl at the unexpected sensation and scrunches your hair in his fist, making your eyes roll back at the feeling. You wrap one hand around his base and squeeze him, your mouth working on him ardently as you do everything to pull more sounds from his beautiful lips. Taking him in as far as you can, you feel the strong man weaken at your devious lips.

You moan around him and the vibrations make him almost buckle over, his metal hand cracking the glass wall from the force of his grip. Raising your eyes, you look up at the flustered soldier, his chest heaving and glistening with water as he pants and grunts.

Bucky looks down at you and moves his hand to stroke his thumb over your cheek as your eyes lock in on each other. He drawls out your name the way you love so much and you hollow your cheeks again. His cheeks flush and his lips purse in restraint at the sight. Your name rolls off his lips a few times like a prayer and you hum in appreciation at the sound.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl.” He tugs on your hair again to keeps your eyes locked with him as he praises you. His voice is so deep, so rough, you barely recognise it.

You smile at him, the praise sending a gush of wetness between your legs. You wouldn’t be surprised if you were dripping down your thighs right now.

His cock twitches in your mouth and you suck at his tip while your thumb runs over the throbbing vein. Your other hand kneads at his balls and you feel his body stutter. His hips twitch forward slightly, signalling he’s close. When his breath hitches and the hand in your hair flies to the wall to support him, you know for a fact that he is seconds away.

So naturally, you take your mouth off him and stand to your feet. You press a wet kiss to his lips before walking out.

Bucky is so flustered, so completely wrecked, it takes him a few seconds to catch on. Before you know it, you have a half-wet, naked man storming towards you with eyes like fury. You’re pretty sure steam is spewing from his ears as he looks at you.

“What the fuck.” He spits through gritted teeth.

You give him a sweet smile.

“You seem a little riled up, darling.” Your voice sends his blood to run cold before you close your bedroom door in his face.

…

“How the fuck are you in a worse mood?!” Dr. Raynor asks him incredulously.

Bucky scoffs “Don’t ask.”

“I’m gonna.”

He rolls his eyes at her and crosses his arms, pouting like a child once again as his therapist waits impatiently for him to explain how on earth he came back even grumpier than before.

“Can I give you a hypothetical?” He suddenly asks and she nods slowly, curious to where this is going to lead them. Bucky stays quiet for a second, pondering over his next words before speaking up “What if I had sex with my roommate?”

“JAMES!”

“It’s a hypothetical!” He yells back, his hands going up in defence.

“Did you?”

“No?” Bucky questions “Sorta… I mean, no.”

“Bucky…”

“I don’t know what to tell you, doc.” He shrugs indifferently while Raynor looks at him with shock.

“I’m very tempted to ask you never to tell me anything ever again.” She tells him dryly, sitting back in her chair with a sigh and raising her hand to pinch the bridge of her nose.

“I’d be okay with that.”

“Shut up.”

NEXT PART

[justanothersimp21]

A bit odd, but may I request Lady Dimitrescu carrying Reader for her own comfort? Like, dealing with Mother Miranda or Heisenberg just burned her out and so Reader lets her carry them around like a warm teddy bear?

Doesn’t sound odd to me at all! I really love this ask.

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“Draga mea?” You perked your head up from the book you were reading to see your tall lover ducking inside the library.

You smiled softly when she straightened her posture up to her towering height and locked eyes with you.

“Hey, Alci,” You murmured softly in greeting, placing a mark on the most recent page you read before closing the book and giving your wife all of your attention, “How’d the meeting go?”

“It went as expected,” Her reply was curt and sharp, making you cock an eyebrow at her.

It definitely didn’t go so well.

You watched as she made her way over to you. When she stood directly in front of you, you realized with a start that you were in her seat.

“Oh! Sorry, love,” You began to move but stopped when she abruptly scooped you up in her arms before taking her seat.

As you sat in her lap with your front to hers, you tilted your head up at her, confused. She refused to lock eyes with you and instead opted to stare at some bookshelves off to the side.

“Alci? Are you okay?” You question, raising your right hand to gently cup her relatively cool cheek.

She closed her eyes and leaned into your touch, almost nuzzling into your palm.

“I…” She sighed, almost tiredly and reopened her eyes. Her warm honey gaze settled on you before quickly flickering away once again, “Would you just allow me to hold you, draga mea?”

“Of course,” You replied softly as her hold around your waist tightened and she pushed you up against her almost desperately after hearing your okay.

She lowered her head and nuzzled herself into your neck. As she took a deep breath of your scent, her tense shoulders relaxed slightly.

You began to hum softly, lifting your left hand to run your fingers through her soft curls under her hat while your right hand massaged her cheek.

A nice silence developed in the room as she hugged you close to her.

A gentle whisper was mumbled into your neck, “I’m not Mother Miranda’s favorite.”

You wanted to speak but kept your mouth shut, understanding that she simply wanted to rant at the moment.

“I believe Heisenberg claims that title,” She muttered, tightening her hold around you even more.

It nerved you to hear her sound so defeated. Usually whenever she speaks about her little brother, she sounds exasperated with a hint of indifference but now…Now, she sounded incredibly upset and small.

The Alcina Dimitrescu sounded small.

It was so unlike her to sound unsure of herself.

“The meeting began rather nicely but it took quite a turn when Heisenberg and I held different views about a certain subject. As usual, Mother Miranda agreed with Heisenberg.”

You pressed a little kiss on her forehead when she pulled away from your neck. Her golden suns had the beginning of tears in them. She let out a small, bitter chuckle and looked at the bookshelves once again.

“Forgive me, draga mea,” A small, almost broken smile was on her face, “I do not wish to bring the mood down any further. Perhaps I shouldn’t have bothered you about this. I-”

“Alci, you have nothing to apologize for,” You interrupted as your thumb continued to delicately massage her cheek, “Yes, it pains me to see you so upset but I’m glad that you came to me.”

Her eyes eventually glanced back to lock with yours.

You smiled and kissed her cheek, feeling proud when your lips touched heated skin instead of cool. It made you feel so giddy to know that you can make the great matriarch blush as often as you did.

“For better or worse, remember?” You murmured as you pressed your forehead against hers in a gentle manner and closed your eyes, “You’re not alone to face your vulnerabilities. Whether you just need someone to listen to your rants or if you want comfort and advice-- I’m here. You- Mmph!”

You let out a noise of surprise when you felt cool lips press against yours abruptly. After a second of being shocked, you gently kissed back. Warm tears streamed down your face but it took a second to realize that they weren’t your own.

“I am completely and utterly in love with you, draga mea,” Was mumbled against your lips gently.

You pulled away to pant lightly, trying to catch your breath while you opened your eyes to see your wife already eyeing you. She too was out of breath but did a much better job at controlling her breathing.

“I often wonder how I made it by without having you by my side,” She continued as she pulled you impossibly closer to her, “You’re everything I needed and more. I hope you feel the same way.”

“I do,” You licked your lips to taste salt, your cheeks held droplets of tears that weren’t your own, “I cannot put into words how much I love you, Alci.”

Your wife nodded her head, a few more tears flowing down her cheeks.

“It seems I couldn’t hold them back,” Your wife chuckled light-heartedly as she calmly wiped away her tears, “Do not fret, my dear, they are tears of happiness.”

“I’m glad,” You murmur as you wrapped your arms around her neck, grinning up at her with a bright expression, “Is there anything you would like me to do for you?”

“Just allow me to keep holding you like this until tomorrow morning,” She buried her face into your neck again, sighing in content.

You’d gladly be her personal teddy bear.

You combed your fingers through her curls again as you pressed a kiss to her forehead, “Anytime, my love.”