#went to the doctor today to get it removed but like it's stuck do close to my eardrum that he couldn't take it out
Text
Developing a personal vendetta against q-tips
#why would the cotton bud bit just come off#went to the doctor today to get it removed but like it's stuck do close to my eardrum that he couldn't take it out#trying olive oil and getting water in my ear in the shower and then i have to hope a different doctor can get it out tomorrow#otherwise i have to go to the fucking er
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
Better Than the Dream | Tommy Shelby x Reader
Request: yes by anonymous
Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader
Summary: After meeting in France, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Tommy Shelby were certain that they'd never see each other again...until one fateful moment has Tommy dreaming of her, or maybe he's not dreaming at all.
Warnings: language, mentions of drinking, talk of war, injuries, blood, hospitals
Word Count: 3388
A/N: I….I’m not sure how I feel about this one…as I was finishing it, I realized that it was like my other story ‘Called to Serve’, even though there are some differences to the story. I decided to set it after Tommy’s injury in season 2. Enjoy! :)
A/N 2: also I’m sorry this is being posted late…I didn’t have much time to get it edited today.
PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!
Comment/Message me if you’d like to be tagged in future stories similar to this one!
"Would you stop fucking wincing? You're gonna get that bloody thing stuck into me hand as well," Tommy grumbled as he continued to hold down pressure on his fellow soldier's hand so that he wouldn't bleed out anymore than he had already.
"I'm trying me best, Sergeant Major...it really fucking stings though," Donny, the unfortunate one who'd gotten barbed wire stuck in his hand while their company was on overhaul, responded, the second half of his words coming out like a hiss as he winced yet again.
The curtain that was separating the bed and chair these two men were occupying moved before Tommy could say anything else. From behind it came a woman, dressed in a nurse's outfit with a clipboard in her hands. "Donald White?" she asked as she looked up from the papers, a polite smile on her face.
"That'd be me," Donny responded, raising his good hand as he spoke, "me Sergeant Major's come with me...he needed to make sure the bleeding was controlled," he added then, explaining the other man's presence.
"Hi," she sent a nod and a smile in his direction, almost immediately noticing the pair of ocean blue eyes he had. She had to look back at the patient so that she didn't get sucked into them. "What's happened here?" she asked then, focusing on the injury.
"We were doing overhaul and I got this section of barbed wire stuck in me hand. Most of it was able to be removed, but there's still some left inside," Donny explained. Tommy let go of the cloth he'd been applying pressure to so that Donny could unwrap it and show the nurse the extent of the injury.
The woman nodded almost immediately after seeing the damage that had been done. It was pretty obvious that there was at least one barb and some wire still stuck in his palm. "I'm going to get the doctor to come over...he'll be able to extract it," she explained the next steps of treatment as she went about writing some things down on the clipboard.
"You've an English accent," Donny pointed out, a bit of a smile forming on his face. Neither he, nor Tommy, were expecting to hear one in a French run hospital.
"I do," the nurse answered, laughing slightly.
"Where're ya from?" Donny asked.
"Solihull," she answered with a polite smile.
"Ahh, ok," Donny nodded.
"I'm going to get the doctor now so that he can have a look at your hand. My name's (Y/N), if you need anything," she addressed both of the soldiers then, sending them one last smile before she turned and exited the closed off area.
Donny turned to Tommy with a grin seconds after (Y/N) had exited the room they were in. "She's fuckin' gorgeous, ain't she?" he asked, nudging Tommy's arm with his good hand. Tommy finally brought his eyes away from the section of curtain (Y/N) had exited through to look at his comrade. He didn't have to say anything, because the second Donny saw his face, he was speaking again, "yeah, she is...got you too stunned to speak," he ragged on his superior like they were part of the same rank again, and all Tommy could do was roll his eyes.
He wasn't going to deny something that was as obvious as the light of day. Their company had been given a week-long reprieve, and even though they were only one day into it, Tommy knew that he wasn't going to see a woman that was more beautiful than her. So he kept his mouth shut and listened to Donny's goading, allowing him some time to soak it up while he was injured.
——
Tommy returned to the same wing that he'd left his fellow soldier in two days ago, keeping his eyes peeled for the woman who he couldn't seem to get out of his mind since she left the room the other day. He, thankfully, found her, standing at one of the nurse's stations at the end of the hall.
"(Y/N), isn't it?" he asked as he approached her, successfully getting her attention.
"It is," she answered as she turned to smile at him, "what is it, Sergeant Major? Are you looking for Donny?" she asked, her voice sounding like sweet music to his ears.
"I'm not...was looking for you actually," he answered her, not caring how straightforward he sounded.
(Y/N)'s eyes widened slightly out of surprise when she heard his statement. "Me?" she checked to make sure, tilting her head slightly to show her interest in the answer.
"Yeah," Tommy nodded, "I was wondering if you'd want to go out and get a drink after your shift's finished?" he boldly asked her. A more pronounced look of surprise formed on (Y/N)'s face. That immediately made Tommy backtrack, "that might have been a bit too forward of me. I haven't even asked if you have someone, or if you're busy."
"No, it's fine," (Y/N) brushed him off, "I quite like the confidence actually," she added then, flashing a smile and letting out a slight laugh.
"So you'd be willing to join me?" he asked her, allowing a smile to form on his face. Her laugh, much like her voice, was music to his ears.
(Y/N) nodded before giving a verbal answer, "yes. My shift finishes at the top of the hour."
"I'll meet you outside," Tommy suggested, making her nod again. He nodded back, showing that he was happy that the plans had been finalized, before he decided he'd let her get back to work. "Which room was Donny in actually?" he asked her after she'd taken a few steps away from him.
She turned around to smile at him. "So you weren't only here for me?" she decided to tease him slightly.
"No. Just figured I'd see him while I'm here," he grinned, loving her attitude and the fact that she was able to banter with him despite everything going on around them.
"He's four doors down," she told him, pointing past him down the hallway.
"Thank you," he said to her, nodding one last time before he turned and went to his comrade's room.
—
"Are you only here because of Donny?" (Y/N) asked once their laughter caused by a story Tommy had told trailed off. She had her head rested on her arm that was propped up on the bar, and she was giving Tommy her full attention.
"No," he shook his head, looking briefly down at his glass as he let out a soft scoff, "we were granted a week's leave and sent into town instead of home...someone thought it'd be less money to keep us close. Cheap bastards," he explained then, muttering the final two words under his breath.
"Donny's having a terrible week off then," she commented, remembering the man that had come into her ward the other day.
"He managed to do it while we were doing overhaul," he shared another detail about the accident with her.
"Tough luck," (Y/N) stated, shaking her head as a look of sympathy formed on her face.
"That's Donny for you," Tommy responded, chuckling slightly at the thought of his friend.
"So where do they have you staying?" she asked him then, moving their conversation to another topic.
"A boarding house in town," he answered before adding, "it's an absolute shit hole."
(Y/N) sent him a sympathetic smile before looking at the bar. "I don't have anyone," she said out of nowhere, her statement shifting the topic of conversation yet again.
"What?" Tommy asked her, his brows furrowed as he looked at her once more. He was confused by her sudden statement, unsure of how to link it to what they'd been talking about.
"You said before that you hadn't asked if I had someone...I don't," she filled him in, calling back to the statement that he'd made at the hospital. Tommy nodded his head in response to her statement and looked at his glass again. Silence fell between them for a moment before she spoke again: "do you have anyone?" she asked him, her question making his eyes snap to hers in seconds.
He looked her over, his brows slightly furrowed in surprise. He didn't expect her to ask such a question. But he wasn't going to waste time answering it. "No," he told her, shaking his head for extra measure.
(Y/N) felt her throat go dry at his answer. Am I really going to do this? she asked herself, taking a moment to think her choices over. "It might be a bit forward of me to ask this, but..." she trailed off, thinking over it again. Ah, why not? "Would you like to come home with me tonight?" she asked her question, rushing to get in: "it'd give you a chance to sleep in a proper bed," so that her intentions weren't that out there in the open.
Who could blame her though? Almost all of the men around her age living here had gone off to fight as well. There wasn't anyone left, and as much as she hated to admit it...she still had desires too. And the fact that Tommy was a good looking man greatly helped the cause.
Tommy looked her over again after hearing her proposition. A grin ghosted over his lips as he nodded his head slightly before answering, "I would like that."
His answer made the fire that (Y/N) had been feeling in her stomach since the moment he'd found her today begin to burn out of control. She couldn't help but exude a giggle, feeling giddy that her attempt had actually worked.
"Would you...want to get out of here now?" Tommy asked her then, trailing off in the middle of his sentence, but completing it before she could interject with anything.
"Yes," her answer was said in a breathless manner, but he heard her loud and clear, and the two left the bar after paying what they owed.
—
The door to the apartment was barely shut before Tommy had trapped (Y/N) in his arms. It was no secret what the two wanted from each other. The hand holding and shoulder brushing on the walk back made it rather clear. But still, his kiss took (Y/N)'s breath away, and the way that her hands were roaming his body made Tommy feel dizzy; something he hadn't felt with the women he'd been with before.
Every night for the rest of the week ended that way for Tommy and (Y/N). He would come to the hospital to check in on Donny and then would wait around for the rest of (Y/N)'s shift until she could leave. They'd go to the tavern for some drinks before winding up at her apartment again; where they'd end the night wrapped up in each others' arms.
It was a nice arrangement, one that lasted right up until Tommy came to the hospital at the end of the week. Donny was being released after his stay (his hand had thankfully healed without infection) and their unit was due to move onto another station. Which meant that it was time for Tommy and (Y/N) to say goodbye.
The two soldiers were walking down the hallway when (Y/N) exited one of the rooms she was cleaning. Her eyes immediately found Tommy, and they widened visibly. Without thinking, she backed up into the room in hopes that he wouldn't have seen her. But the knock on the door told her otherwise. Of course, she let him in.
"I wanted to say goodbye...before we shipped out to our next station," Tommy started, a solemn look on his face. Spending time with her this past week was the closest to normal he'd gotten in a long time.
"I appreciate that," (Y/N) answered, a sad smile forming on her face as her eyes met his for a moment. She didn't have it in her to hold his gaze for it might have made her start to cry.
"This past week was lovely, (Y/N)," he told her, taking her hands into his. "Thank you."
"I enjoyed it too," she answered, her heart squeezing as she admitted this. It was making the situation all the more real.
"C-can I kiss you one last time?" he asked her then, wanting to kick himself for how juvenile he sounded.
"Please," she breathed quicker than she would have liked, but the timing didn't phase Tommy. Upon hearing her answer, he dropped her hands and grabbed her cheeks, pulling her to him for one last head-spinning kiss. They broke away moments after, their foreheads finding each other. "Goodbye, Tommy," (Y/N) was the first to speak, and she hated that her voice cracked when she said these two words.
"Goodbye, (Y/N)," he repeated her farewell, lifting his head so that he could press his lips to her forehead before he dropped his hands from her completely.
They offered each other a sad smile before he exited the room, leaving her alone once again.
"So that's why you were coming to see me every bloody day, eh?" Donny questioned with a wide grin on his face once Tommy was back by his side.
"Fuck off, Donny," Tommy grumbled, not in the mood for the banter.
"Ahh, I get it. It's hard to leave," Donny commented, picking up the signals that Tommy was putting down.
The two walked out of the hospital then without saying another word to each other. Back inside, (Y/N) had to put a smile back onto her face before she re-entered the hallway, even though she was hurting because she knew she’d never see Tommy Shelby again.
——
—1921—
Tommy was slipping in and out of consciousness as he was carried by stretcher into the hospital. He couldn't remember much from the beating he’d gotten; just that Sabini had been standing over him, grinning, as one of his men aimed a revolver at him. The Italians then scattered after another weapon was fired, and Campbell became visible before he blacked out completely.
He knew he was at a hospital now. The blinding, overhead lights of the operating room easily gave it away. There were doctors working on him. He could just barely feel their prodding as they tried to figure out the extent of his injuries. Every inch of his body hurt. It hurt just to think, and he couldn’t bear it much longer. So he closed his eyes and allowed complete blackness to overtake him.
The room was much darker when Tommy woke again. He looked around as best as he could, trying to get familiar with his surroundings. Things were starting to come together when he felt something touch his cheek. He jerked his face away before quickly turning his head to see (Y/N) (Y/L/N) with a rag in her hands. She looked worried, but not put off by his sudden movement.
"You...you found me again?" Tommy stammered, his voice coming out in a hoarse whisper. It was slowly becoming apparent to him that he was in her apartment in France.
"You were attacked. They brought you here," she explained to him while dipping the rag into a bowl, "I need to get you cleaned up." He nodded and allowed her to continue on with what she was doing.
"Can I hold you again?" he asked after silence had been hanging between them for a few moments.
She looked around the room for a moment, which Tommy found odd. "You can," she then answered, and he wasted no time in opening his arms for her. She smiled before moving into them.
Tommy inhaled her scent as she settled in his arms. He found it odd that he couldn't really feel her, but he didn't think too much into it. He had her again. "Can I stay here with you forever?" he asked after they'd been still for a few minutes.
(Y/N) giggled as she heard his question. "I'm not sure if you'd be allowed to..." she trailed off, her smile a sight for his sore eyes.
"What do you mean?" he furrowed his brows, confused by her response.
"Wake up, Tommy," she said to him, her statement confusing him even more. In what way is that a response to my question? he wondered, but yet he couldn't ask her because she was speaking again, "Tommy..." this time her statement was accompanied with a slight shake.
Things got much brighter in the room then, so bright that it made Tommy squeeze his eyes shut. He couldn't handle the pain that it was causing in his head. When he opened his eyes again, everything was different. He was no longer in (Y/N)'s apartment, instead he was in what looked to be a rather large hospital room. He was laying down instead of sitting, and he didn't have his arms around the woman he couldn't seem to erase from his mind. But she was still in front of him.
"(Y/N)..." he said her name, his voice still groggy. He felt a heaviness in his hand and it made him glance down to find that he was holding hers. "Wha...how are you here?" he asked, his confusion apparent in his words.
"I'm your nurse, Tommy," she answered him, throwing the formalities out the window. She felt that they were past all of that.
"Are we still in France?" he asked her next. This hospital seemed to be in much better condition than the one he remembered meeting her in, but it was the only way he could make this make sense.
"No," she shook her head softly, a gentle smile on her face. This information made Tommy's brow furrowed in confusion. "I think you were having a dream, Tommy," (Y/N) spoke up when she noticed his expression.
"But you're still here..." he trailed off, voicing the part that he was most confused about. He was unsure in saying it though because he didn't want her to disappear when he admitted this observation.
"I moved from Solihull after a position opened up. I work here now," she explained to him, her answer making his confusion dissipate. He simply nodded at this new information, taking a moment to think about what it meant.
Silence fell between them after she finished speaking, and she took that as her go ahead to complete some of the tests that she was required to run.
Tommy was the one to speak after a few minutes had passed, "so you're in Birmingham for good now?" he questioned her, watching intently as she continued checking him.
"I am," she answered, not losing focus on what she was doing. Another period of silence began. (Y/N) waited until she was finished with her tasks before she looked at him again. "So the dream you had..." she started off, unsure of how she'd word the question that had been burning in her mind since he came to, "is me being here better, or worse?"
Tommy chuckled slightly at her question, "oh this is better, love. You being here now is way better than the dream," he told her, a grin tugging the corner of his lips upwards. (Y/N) smiled at his admission. "And this may be a bit straightforward, but I wanted to know if I could take you out for dinner?" he asked her then, not wanting to waste any more time in getting them reacquainted with each other, "if you don't have anyone, that is," he added to the end.
(Y/N) giggled slightly as his final statement made her think back to the first night they shared with each other. "I don't have anyone," she started, a smile forming on her face, "and I'd love to have dinner with you, but..." she trailed off then, biting on her bottom lip. Tommy sat up straighter as he waited intently for what she would say next. (Y/N) noticed this and couldn't help but smile as she delivered the rest of her statement, "we need to make sure you get healthy first."
Tagged: @mgcldydrms @the-anxious-youth @cloudofdisney @look-at-the-soul @elenavampire21 @mrsalwayswrite @julkaamazing @evita-shelby @lilyrachelcassidy @notyour-valentine @shelbydelrey @december16-1991 @onlydeadcells @peakyswritings @just-a-blackhole @watercolorskyy @strayrockette @peakyduchesss @alexxavicry @captivatedbycillianmurphy @yummycastiel @dark-academia-slut @tommystargirl @stevie75 @lyarr24 @signorellisantichrist @zablife @anotherblinder @midnightmagpiemama @cillmequick @rangerelik @dandelionprints @letal-y-poetica @raincoffeeandfandoms @itscheybaby @gypsy-girl-08 @lora21 @insanitybyanothername @depxiety @dragons-are-my-favorite @acewritesfics @forgottenpeakywriter @cilliansangel @cljordan-imperium @areyenotfondofmelobster @little-diable
MASTERLIST
#tommy shelby#tommy shelby x reader#tommy shelby x y/n#tommy shelby imagine#tommy shelby one shot#tommy shelby oneshot#tommy shelby fanfic#tommy shelby fanfiction#peaky blinders#peaky blinders x reader#peaky blinders x y/n#peaky blinders imagine#peaky blinders one shot#peaky blinders oneshot#peaky blinders fanfic#peaky blinders fanfiction#fanfiction#fanfic
676 notes
·
View notes
Text
Just listen
"Paul are you still having trouble sleeping?"Carriie asked one morning as I drank my third cup of coffee.
"Yeah, I will be okay don't worry though" I told her. Carrie looked at me concerned but let it go. A few days later when I got home she sat me down.
"I signed you up for this sleep help thing. It's a series of recordings that you listen to while you sleep they help you sleep better. Angie swears by them. Nick had tried them and now he sleeps like a baby.
"Thank you" I said not thinking they would help much but it was nice of her to try. That night she insisted I wear the ear buds when I went to sleep. In the morning I was amazed I had slept straight thru the night.
The next night the same thing. I now went to sleep every night listening to them. It was different sounds but all nature, waterfalls, the forest, my favorite a rainstorm. Everything started to change. Carrie seemed happier and I was much more relaxed.
I found myself wanting to do things with her more. Even if it was folding laundry. I had been listening for two weeks when Carrie got me a new series of recordings.
"I don't want you getting bored with them" she told me. Actually I never got past the first 10 minutes before I fell asleep. That afternoon I went to use the bathroom and I noticed a pair of Carrie's panties on the floor. I got very aroused just looking at her panties. I picked them up and smelled them. Before tossing them in the hamper. I went to find Carrie. I walked up and kissed her.
"What has gotten into you?" She laughed.
"Your panties, I saw your panties on the floor " I confessed not sure why. I felt I should tell her everything. Keeping secrets was bad kept echoing in my head.
"My panties got you all excited" she giggled rubbing my throbbing didck thru my pants. She unbuttoned her blouse showing me her black lace bra.
"Wonder what this does" she said. I grew even more excited if that was possible. She pushed me to my knees. I lifted her skirt and pulled her panties off. She sat back on a high stool and I buried my tounge in her. I licked and sucked until she came twice. Before she pushed me back.
"After that you deserve a reward" she teased helping me to my feet. But when she went to unbutton my jeans I stopped her.
"What is it baby?" Carrie asked. I stared at the floor.
"I um, messed my pants" I mumbled.
"You what?" She asked.
"I was really excited" I tried to explain. She stuck her hand down my pants.
"I see" she smiled as she pulled out her cum covered fingers. "Well thank you for a wonderful surprise" she kissed me and wiped her fingers on my shirt.
"Carrie? That's never happened maybe I should call a doctor?" I asked seeking reassurance
"Babe, mqybe you just got to excited between my panties and licking my pussy so good" she said picking up her panties.
"So panties get ypu excited?" She smiled. She bought her panties to my nose. I took a deep breath. I wanted her again, but I didn't get an erection just a wanting. She pushed me away.
"Later if you behave" she told me. As we got ready later that evening I watched Carrie get undressed. I just stood and watched. She turned and noticed when she was down to just her panties.
She smiled and helped me undedress. As she removed my boxers my dick was so hard I pressed against her and ejaculated all over her panties.
"You really love panties she laughed removing them she pulled my head between her thighs and I devoured her for the second time today. When I finished she just held me close. Putting the ear buds in my ears and held me as I fell asleep.
I found myself unable to control myself. If I saw Carrie in her underwear I beca,e overly excited. I felt ashamed by this whole thing and found myself helping around the house. Doing the dishes, or cleaning the bathroom without being asked. It had been weeks since I had been able to ,are love to Carrie. But I orally pleased her almost daily.
Carrie didn't seem troubled and assured me ever thing was just fine. I found myself telling her everything, even that I had stopped watching porn because it was degrading to woman.
One Saturday we went to her sister house for a barbaque. I avoided going off with the guys preferring to be next to Carrie. I sat quietly and listened to Carrie brag about how wonderful I had been lately. At one point she patted my leg but as she had moved I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. And I got overly excited. Before I could react I came in my shorts. I turned beet red. Carrie leaned over and told me to meet her in Her sister's room. I got up and tried to hide the wet spot on my shorts that was quickly growing. Carrie sister Amy followed me into her room.
"Has this been happening alot " she asked as Carrie came in.
"He has been getting overwhelmed by certain things" Carrie told her. "Mainly panties" I was unable to even look up as they discussed this.
"Really? Paul would you like to try on some panties?" Amy asked. I was shocked by the question. But I did? I wanted to wear panties. How would they feel? I nodded. Carrie didn't hesitate she dropped her shorts and pulled off her panties. She wore a pink thong. I was surprised she never wore anything like that. She had me strip right in front of Amy. And step into her thong. She pulled it up into place. I got hard instantly.
"He is going to make another mess" Carrie said. But Amy rushed to the bathroom and handed me a pantyliner.
"So if you do it won't leak thru" Amy laughed. Carrie got dressed without panties. Amy gave me shorts to wear. I thought they were Her husband's but seemed really tight.
"Do you like wearing panties" Carrie asked as we went back to join the party.
"They make me feel sexy" I told her.
"What about Amy seeing you naked?"She teased
"I don't know it was fine I guess" I told her.
" She was surprised by your size" Carrie told me. "Brian in much bigger. You fit so well in my tiny panties" Carrie drove home insisting that my one glass of wine was to much. Even when I had gotten her at least three. I didn't argue
Once home she took me to the bedroom. She undressed me leaving on her thong I wore. Then pulled me to the bed she was still dressed as we kissed.
"I want to make love to my lesbian husband" Carrie told me then pulled out her vibrator and lube. She lubed her fingers and pulled the thong aside as she lubed my asshole. Pushing a finger in my ass.
I didn't resist
Tting her do what she liked. She was soon fucking me with three fingers.
"You like this don't you?" She asked.
"Yes " I moaned. Pushing back as she worked her vibrator inside me.
Carrie continued to fuck me with her toy until I basically was exhausted. She pulled it out and I passed out.
I woke in the morning wearing her thong the pantylimer was covered in dry cum. And my ass was so sore I was walking funny. I got up and showered. I noticed my soap, shampoo and razor all ,ossi g in there place where Carrie things. I used hers. As I got out of the shower Carrie was standing there.
"How would you feel if I decided to trim my body hair?" I asked her. She smiled.
"I think you would look sexy if you did" she kissed me on the cheek. I picked up her razor and stepped back in the shower. I thought about how sexy I would look in panties,as I shaved my pubes. I bet pantyhose feel amazing I thought and shaved my legs, at th9s point I kept thinking I didn't deserve to look like a man and shaved off the rest of my body hair. When I got out. Carrie had laid out my clothes. But they weren't mine. They where hers, I got dressed in a pale blue thong with a matching bralette. I checked myself in the mirror. I started to get an erection. I put on her white shorts she had left out they where so tight. But kept my dick from expanding. And a pink tee shirt. I ran straight into Carrie as I walked out of the bedroom.
"Did you put on a pantyliner? Don't want another accident" she reminded me. As I went to the bathroom to do so.
"Carrie I don't understand what is happening to me." I said almost in tears.
"I thought you figured it out, those recordings you listen too. Have made you into my perfect submissive husband" she informed me.
"Amy used them to become Brian's submissive wife. I didn't realize they would make you femine. But I love it"
"I do want to make you happy" I answered.
"How about suckimg cock? Amy hated it. Now she begs to suck Brian. She says" Carrie was speaking very calm and softly. Making it a safe space.
"I did think about it yesterday especially when you" I turned and stared at the floor.unable to continue.
"Well it makes me happy" Carrie kissed me. And I went to clean the house. Knowing it would please her even more. That night Carrie handed me my ear buds again.
"I don't want to" I said in a meek voice.
"Yes you do. It will not make you do anything you don't already want. It's just helps you except what you already know you are" Carrie told me.
" but" I started.
"Wait right here"Carrie said getting out of bed she went to the closetand returned with a red lingerie set. A corset with stockings and a tiny thong.
"Get up pit this on" Carrie ordered I got up and did as she said she helped me attach the stockings and tighten the corset.
"Now why did you putthat on?" She asked me. "You are bigger then mecould of just said no" she looked at me lifting my chin so I had to look into her eyes.
"You like how you feel don't you?" She asked. I nodded.
"Now why don't you please me with that wonder tounge of yours" she laid back on the bed tossing her panties in the corner. I made her cum. She then handed me my ear buds.i put them in and went to sleep.
In the morning I felt well rested and not worried about anything. I up and showered again Carrie laid out my clothes. This time satin panties with a sports bra and a skirt. A pink tank top that said princess. I put it all on. Carrie added a pair of pink sandels.
"How are you feeling today" she asked.
"I want you to be in control, you are right. I like looking sexy for you" I told her.
"I would want you to except more" Carrie said sitting me down.
"There is another set of recordings, these are for sissies. I want you to except your place and become my sissy. Maybe make you suck men's cocks." She told me. I started to cry.
"See you are already the bitch" she reached under my skirt and squeezed my balls a little. I moaned. And came in my panties.
"So submissive you are no longer a man" she told me. Carrie pulled out a box wrapped in pink paper and a bow. She watched as I opened it. Inside was a strapon harness with a big black dildo. She took it from me and started to put it on.
"First lesson in sucking cock bitch" she said pushing me to my knees.
"Now you need to create lots of saliva. Get it really wet" she told me as she had me lick and suck on the toy.
"You are going to get good at this" she told me. "Lick the tip, wrap your tounge around it" she continued to give me tips "don't forget the balls" she had me suck on her toy so long my knees, Jaw and throat hurt.
"Bend over and lift your skirt" she ordered. As I did she yanked my panties down and squirted lube up my ass. She wasted no time trying to work her toy in. After last night I must of been stretched alittle in went in easy but still hurt likehe'll. Until she started fucking me.
"This is how we have sex now, I am in charge you will submit to me any way I want" she told me. I came in my panties as she piunded away. She had amazing stamina and fucked me till I couldn't stand.
she was truly to her word. I wore only what she picked out for me, I did everything she told me to without question which included most of the household chores. Our sex life was her fucking me or me preforming oral on her or her fake cock. She controlled my diet and exercise. She had me grow my hair out. And taught me to style it. I learned to walk in increasingly higher heeled shoes. After work and on the weekends I was often dressed as "her lesbian wife" she has not introduced a man into the mix yet, but often teases me about it.
96 notes
·
View notes
Text
Save Me/ 15
Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader
Word count- 2k
Includes- Sort of PTSD, anxiety, Reader is scared to leave the hospital, fluff
Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine
@delightfulmoonbanana
@tannie13 @yeosayang @itstyraaxx
@borntowalkaway
DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE!!!!
Series Masterlist
J POV
After a month in the hospital, I'm finally being discharged
Today
I don't want to be
I'm terrified of leaving
I'm safe here
I'm not safe out there
We're not going back to our apartment
While I was here, Yoongi looked online for an apartment
He refuses to leave me, so he did everything online and with BTS' lawyers, he bought us a new apartment
Last week when I told him to take some money from my account to help pay for it, he refused and looked at me like I was insane
"No way Jo. I don't need your money. We're fine"
"Yoongi c'mon. I can't let you pay for that", I argued
The doctors removed the wiring for my jaw that week so I could talk now
As of today it still hurts to move but not as bad as it was before
"Baby stop. I make enough money for us."
"That's not the point Yoongi. I'm not a moocher"
He laughed
"I know that Jo. I never saw you as that. I know you have your own money and that you make enough to live on. But I want to take care of you in all ways. It's not a big deal", he responded
"But-", I started
"Look I'll handle all this stuff ok and you can save your money for the baby. I know you're going to spoil him and you can use your money for him", he smiled
He's not wrong
I am going to want to spoil the baby
"Fine", I said, even though I'm not happy about it, "But I'm going to help you pay for the bills for the new apartment"
"Joanne..."
"Nope Yoongi. It'll be just like it was in the old apartment when I gave you money for the bills."
"But you weren't pregnant then!"
"Doesn't matter Yoongi. Take it or leave it"
He rolled his eyes, "Fine you impossible woman!"
I smiled sweetly at him, "Thanks naekkeo"
"Yeah yeah"
He leaned over and kissed me, then went back to whatever he was doing on his laptop
But now that the day has actually come that I have to leave the hospital I'm terrified
Han-jae hasn't been caught but Maggie and Glenn say they're close to getting him
The doctors gave me instructions on what to do out of the hospital
I still have to go to physical therapy three times a week for awhile
I have to come back here every two weeks so they can check the baby and make sure everything is ok
I obviously have a high risk pregnancy and they want to maintain a watchful eye
I'm just glad they care so much
I have to eat more now that I can eat solid food, for the baby
Most of the stitches healed and they took out the staples from the wounds but they still told me to be careful
I'm still in pain when I move, and the pain is worse at night and especially after physical therapy but there's nothing I can do about it without risking the baby
And no way am I going to do that
So I just deal with it as best I can
Yoongi is helping me get dressed because I still can't do that on my own yet
I can't move my arms up and back yet
I feel bad because Yoongi still has to help me do some things
My leg still isn't that strong so he has to help me walk when I get tired and can't walk on my own any farther
He still has to help me shower because I can't reach to wash my hair
He never complains and always smiles while he's helping me.
I refuse to let him help me go to the bathroom so I just suck it up and deal with the pain when I have to go
He shouldn't have to do this
He should be on tour with BTS and having fun, not taking care of me
Not stuck here with me
But he refuses to hear anything about it and gets mad at me for even suggesting that he should be anywhere away from me
I don't want to upset him so I stopped talking about it
After he gets my shirt on he tells me to sit
He starts to brush my hair and braid it
He knows how to braid now, just a simple regular braid and a fishtail but still, he learned for me
Ever since I joked about him learning he actually did learn
I remember the day he told me he was going to try
I was sitting just like I am now with him behind me
He pulled up a video on YouTube and watched it
Then he replayed it while trying to follow along and braid my hair
He messed up a few times and got annoyed but he kept replaying the video and tried again
He finally got it even though it was messy
But he insisted on braiding my hair everyday
Now he's a pro at it and it takes him less than a minute to do
After learning the regular braid he asked me what my favorite braid was
When I said fishtail, he looked it up and practiced on me until he got that one too
He's also gotten really good at ponytails
"Ok done baby"
He leans over and kisses my cheek
"Thanks Yoongi"
"You know since I'm so good at braiding I should learn some of the more complicated ones."
I chuckle at that
"It's ok Yoongi, you don't have to."
"But you know how to do it. I remember you coming to work with all those complicated braids and I always wondered how you did them"
"I'm a girl Yoongi, with long hair so of course I know how to do complicated braids. There was never a reason for you to learn. Besides I also learned the hard ones from YouTube too.", I respond
"Well I want to try"
He's so sweet
"Ok Yoongi, I'm not going to stop you"
"Good, because I need your hair"
We both laugh
There's a knock on the door and a nurse comes in
"Are you ready?", she asks
No
Not at all but I can't say that
I don't want to make Yoongi worry
So I say yes
I sign all the paperwork and we leave
---------------------------
Stepping outside the hospital is nerve wracking
I want to throw up
But I hold Yoongi's hand and force myself to leave
My eyes dart all over looking for any danger, looking for him
He has to know I'm alive with all the coverage on Yoongi and my relationship
A car came from BigHit to get us
Yoongi helps me inside and he climbs in next to me.
I stare out the window as we drive, trying not to panic
Yoongi has his arm around me and that makes me feel a bit better, a bit safer
I'm not paying attention when the car stops moving
"Jo", Yoongi calls touching my arm
I jump at the sudden contact and fear takes over
"Baby, it's ok. It's me"
I don't realize my body is shaking until Yoongi pulls me to him
"It's ok jagi. Don't be afraid. I'm here."
He holds me, rubbing my back until I stop shaking
"We're here baby. At the apartment. You wanna go inside?"
I nod
Yes
I want to go inside
Where it's safe
I'm too exposed out here
Yoongi helps me out of the car and we walk inside the building
Our apartment is the entire fifth floor
The elevator to get there is a private one and only opens to mine and Yoongi's hand print
The elevator is the only way to our apartment aside from a flight of stairs that also needs our hand prints to access
The elevator opens into a small hallway with a door to enter the apartment.
When I walk in, my mouth drops open as I gape
It's huge
So much bigger than our last one
Yoongi hired private movers to bring our stuff from the old apartment to this one and he also bought new things too
The living room is the room you walk into from the door and it's big
There's a huge tv on the wall, two full couches, a coffee table and two side tables
On either side and under the tv are shelves with our movies and games
All our video game systems are on the shelf under the tv
The kitchen is off to the side and is big as well
There's also a dining room past the kitchen with a huge table and chairs
"Yoongi...this is..", I stop
I'm at a loss for words
"Come on jagi, I'll show you the rest
He takes me down a hallway that's lined with doors
He opens the first door and I see a huge room with all his equipment
"This is going to be my studio. I brought everything here so I can work from home like before"
He opens the next room and I gasp
"Yoongi, you.."
"It's for you baby."
It's a huge room
One side is filled with bookcases, my books, a small table and a recliner, the other all my make up and a huge vanity with a wall mirror and lights all around it
"I thought this could be your library and make up room. I uh didn't know if you wanted them together or separate but since the room is so big, I just put them together. We have more spare rooms so if you want them to be separate we can do that too", he explains
I turn to him and hug him, pulling him tightly to me
I don't know what I did to deserve such a wonderful and caring man but I'm so glad I have him
"Thank you Yoongi, it's perfect the way it is. I love it"
"I'm happy you like it jagi", he murmurs in my hair, "Let me show you the rest"
There's more?
The next door is a big bathroom
There are two extra rooms too
"I thought we can figure out what to do with these as time goes on because I don't know what to do with them now", he says
"Ok", I agree
He opens the door at the end of the hallway and takes me in
It's our bedroom
Our bed is in the center with nightstands on either side
There's a tv on the wall opposite the bed
To the side is a huge walk in closet with both our clothes in it
On the other side of the room is a door leading to a huge bathroom
I stare in awe
He must have spent so much money on this
I can't believe it
"There's one more thing I wanna show you."
He leads me to the room right next to our bedroom
We go in
It's bare
"Uh I thought this could be the baby's room since it's right next to ours. I didn't want to do anything to it, because I thought we could decorate it and pick the furniture together."
I can't help it, I start to cry
He's the best man in the world
"Jagi? What's wrong? Did I do something?", he asks alarmed
"No Yoongi. I'm just so happy. You're the best and I'm so lucky to have you.", I cry
I reach out for him and he takes me in his arms
"No Jo, you're the best. This is the least I could do for everything you've done for me. You did everything to keep me safe, you almost died twice for me. I could never repay you for that. It's my turn now to keep you safe and take care of you. I promise I will"
"I love you Yoongi. So much"
"I love you Joanne. You're everything to me"
We stand there hugging each other for awhile until Yoongi asks, "Are you tired? Do you want to sleep? Or we could watch something? Whatever you want to do baby"
I don't want to sleep yet
"Uh let's go watch something. I'm not sleepy yet."
He nods and we go to the living room
#save me#yoongi fic#yoongi fanfiction#yoongi fanfic#min yoongi fic#min yoongi fanfiction#min yoongi fanfic#bts yoongi fic#bts yoongi fanfic#suga fic#suga fanfic#suga fanfiction#bts suga fic#bts suga fanfic#bts fic#bts fanfic#btsfanfiction
11 notes
·
View notes
Text
@wearetheonesx | (continued from x)
Charlie was working the ambulance today– not her favorite thing, to be honest. Her desire to help people was far more in it’s element when she was suited up to fight a fire, break cars open or to climb a tree to get that cat out. Working the ambulance involved a lot of hands on interaction with people. She was good at it, but she didn’t feel as comfortable as she did working the engine. Ben was riding with her.. He was the best paramedic she had ever worked with and learning from him was a pleasure. But as they stood in front of a closed door and he stepped back to kick it in, Charlie stopped him. “It’s not locked, I can open it” she muttered, grabbing her wallet. She would have been like 3 seconds slower than him, but the door was intact.
They went inside, Charlie was the first to end up at her side, immediately finding the wound so she could stop the bleeding. ”Ma’am, what happened?” Eyes trained on the brunette as she passed out. Charlie quickly checked her breathing and once they noted she was stable, she tied off the wound and lifted her onto the gurney with Ben. It wasn’t until they were in the ambulance, she briefly mentioned the odd request. Truth was, she didn’t care. Her job was to do what was best for the patient and she didn’t know what internal organs were damaged. Molly lost a lot of blood, her life was at stake. She wasn’t going to hesitate; people that didn’t want to go to the hospitals were criminals or afraid of the bills. Both irrelevant when possible death was the other option.
It stuck with her for the entire day though, so she ended up at the hospital to follow up. It wasn’t the most professional thing she would end up doing in her life, but she didn’t quite care about it either- wait what? Charlie stopped walking, frowned and turned around, catching only a glimpse of the brunette that just passed her. No fucking way. The firefighter turned on her heels, assuming she wasn’t recognized in her usual clothes and the fact that Molly passed out earlier, and she quickly followed behind as the woman turned into the elevator, just about making it inside as the doors closed. Okay— she hadn’t really thought this through. What do you say in such a situation? “I think you’re supposed to be in a hospital bed” Charlie muttered dryly. “What’s your problem with hospitals?”
She was certain she’d asked to be left alone. Or at the very least she’d asked to not be taken to a hospital by...whoever had found her. Why had someone found her, anyway? Probably some neighbor calling to complain about the blood in the hall. God, people were so nosy. Maybe she’d been slurring...or maybe she’d simply imagined speaking up--she’d lost a considerable amount of blood, if the doctor was to be believed.
No, she was certain she’d said no hospitals. And where was she? In the middle of a fucking hospital. Some people just had absolutely no manners at all.
The difficult part was moving from the bed and not tangling herself in all the wires and cords. The next difficult part was removing the sensors without causing there to be an alarm--that had taken some careful finessing of said wires and cords to figure out what needed to be unplugged before someone noticed what was happening.
While she couldn’t move as quickly as she’d have liked to, Molly did eventually find the bag with her belongings in it, and carefully redressed herself, zipping her jacket up high to hide the stains in her ruined shirt. Anything was better than a hospital gown, she reasoned. Lucky would have it that a visitor to the room beside her had left their bag outside the room, and on top, a navy blue baseball cap. Was she an idiot for thinking that would be enough to blend in? Probably. Blame it on the blood loss. Delirium. Whatever.
With how many people were moving about, it wasn’t too hard to get into the elevator, and as the doors closed, she released the breath she’d been holding. Just one last minute passenger--wait. What? Molly glanced to the woman out of the corner of her eye, then squinted more fully. How did--
“First of all, if you love hospitals, you should marry them.” She replied petulantly. “Secondly, I don’t know what you mean. I’m fit as a fiddle--just...visiting a friend. Thanks for your concern, though...random nosy lady. Thanks for your service.”
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
27
Today I am 27. I’ve heard that 27 is often one of the toughest years and is notoriously when celebrities overdose or otherwise pass away. If 26 didn’t kill me, I don’t think anything will.
26 was the hardest year of my life, and brought me so much growth. 26 brought me recovery, therapy, new (and damaged) relationships, and a growing and beautiful family. Today I have so much to be grateful for. I don’t write/ journal often, but when I do I am left feeling lighter, appreciative, and at ease- so I’m writing today as I reflect.
258 days ago it was January 7, 2023 and I found out I was pregnant with Farabee #2. What a blessing this was, and yet I found myself horrified. At this point I was 8 months into an eating disorder that left me purging my meals twice daily as well as abusing weight loss medication. This medication while prescribed by a doctor (who didn’t know I had an ED), left me severely anemic and with a struggling liver, and the thought of supporting my failing body and another human life was overwhelming. I am lucky enough to have a husband who loves me unconditionally and when I told him I needed help, he stepped in like Superman and helped take things off my plate so I could focus on recovery. I knew I needed to be better for my growing children. I quickly found comfort in confiding in my psychiatrist who linked me with a therapist as well as a nutrition therapist and I have a really amazing team helping me take care of myself. I haven’t purged in 258 days, since the day I found out I was pregnant and I can now appreciate food and am teaching my daughters to nourish their bodies in a safe way. I am so incredibly thankful.
My pregnancy was HARD. I was struggling daily in my recovery, and found myself with debilitating headaches come second trimester that were only occasionally aided with medication. I spent nearly every day fighting to get out of bed, go to work, and take care of my wild and rambunctious toddler. Still being unsure of my own feelings towards the pregnancy, I kept it pretty secret only telling my family and close friends until I was into my third trimester. We were thrilled at 14 weeks when we found out we had another daughter coming, but my feelings were still muted and I was enjoying keeping the news of a new baby to myself and my little family. On 9/7 I went into labor naturally (and if you do the math that’s a whole two days before I delivered) and embraced the pain and difficulty of the labor, I even enjoyed it a little. It felt as if the pain of the year was finally crashing down and nearing an end. And I was right. I delivered Helena on 9/9 with a rough and turbulent c section. My spinal block wouldn’t take, which resulted in a painful and many attempted epidural. She was stuck in my pelvis requiring a vacuum suction to remove her, and when she arrived she was swollen and bruised from her evacuation. Helena was sent to the NICU immediately and had a 3 night stay there while they removed fluid from her lungs and nourished her with an IV. This was not the experience I had envisioned for us. No golden hour. No immediate nursing (or much nursing at all), and instead I was left in my post op recovery room alone while I awaited news and photos from my husband who was down in the nicu. I split time for those first three days from my own hospital room and her nicu room, feeling my mental health decline each day that I had to spend time away from my children. My hormones were confused and so was I. Feeling the pull to be with my newborn, but being afraid to touch her while she was on machines and hooked up to IVs. I was so lucky to have a support system that kept someone with me just about every second of the day, but even then it was painful. Finally on day 4 when we were released to go home I felt like we were in the clear and I was excited to be home to bond with my baby.
I required an additional four days in the hospital after Nate took me back to the ER at 1:00 AM the morning after we were sent home. I woke up with a crackle in my chest, just like I did with Josephine back in 2021, but this time I caught it much sooner. I was diagnosed with postpartum preeclampsia again, and thought more stubborn to resolve this time, we cleared the fluid from my lungs and heart and got my blood pressure under control. More pain as I had to be away from Josie, but now I am home and feeling so good. I am so incredibly thankful.
In the midst of the chaos of my 26 year, I have so much to be grateful for! I have two beautiful daughters that give me purpose, light, love, and laughter. I love nothing more in this life than being their mom. I have a rock solid marriage and a husband that I love more and more each day. Watching him with our children makes me feel whole and our family is everything to both of us. I have found solace in the nonspecific religion of Paganism, still finding my niche but confident that polytheism is where I belong. We have been celebrating pagan holidays as a family this year and it feels like home. I am excited to raise my girls praising and sacrificing to the gods. I have found independence. Some of my closest relationships have been strained this year, and within it I have found myself. I am setting boundaries, making myself a priority, and finding confidence in my own decisions for the first time. Again, I am so incredibly thankful.
26 hurt me. 26 blessed me. And today I am manifesting 27 will be good to me and my girls.
1 note
·
View note
Text
Medbay Revelations
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
gif is not mine
Summary: After months in recovery in the medical ward, you're finally released. And when it happens, you can't contain your feelings for yourself any longer. [Requested]
Word count: 1.386 || Pronouns: not used
Warnings: hurt/comfort, injuries, broken bones, scars, medbay/hospital
You do NOT have permission to repost or translate my work on any platforms (even with credit)
Masterlist | Get notified of my next stories (Read on: Wattpad | AO3)
───── ⋅ ✮ ⋅ ─────
Hiding what you feel from other people is a habit of yours.
You don't know how it started or why. Maybe it's a defense mechanism, maybe it's because you don't want to bother others with your problems. Whatever it is, for as long as you can remember you keep your feelings to yourself.
So during the most difficult period of your life, of course you would do exactly the same.
After a mission went wrong, you ended up with almost every bone in your body broken. Tony joked about it being easier to transfer your mind to a robot, perhaps in an attempt to make you feel better, and you forced a smile, pretending it worked.
Your fellow Avengers always came to visit you. Tony would bring you movies and music to distract you; Steve would ask at least ten times a day how you were doing, and you would lie that you were fine; and Wanda would constantly come over to talk to you, about things you like and updating you on events you missed because you were stuck in medbay.
The person who visited you the most, however, was Natasha Romanoff. The Black Widow spent most of the day with you, either talking, watching movies together, reading, or just enjoying each other's presence. But even with such frequency, you felt a pang of longing whenever she had to leave.
You two were close. Closer than the rest of the team, but not as close as you would like to be. You fell in love with her so easily that before you knew it, it had already happened.
You had plans to tell her how you felt, to finally confess your feelings that had been hidden under lock and key for so long. But then the mission happened, and all your romantic plans would have to wait as long as your body was covered in casts.
As the months went by, the casts and bandages were gradually removed one by one. Now, six months after your recovery began, the only visible signs of what had happened to you were the huge scars along your body.
Every time you caught a glimpse of the marks on some part of you, a giant lump would take over your throat, your eyes burning. But you swallowed it, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. Things were hard enough with you pretending to have everything under control.
And even with your constant improvement, you still felt tired and weak. And the fact that Dr. Cho didn't mention your release from the medical ward in any of her visits to you only made you more discouraged.
That, however, would end today.
Footsteps to your right revealed the arrival of someone, and an easy smile took over your lips as you saw that this someone was Natasha.
"What's up, troublemaker?" she greeted good-naturedly, sitting down on the edge of the bed and stroking your hand. "Hey, Nat." You reply softly, lost in her beauty.
"I have some good news for you." She tells you, unable to contain a smile, and you frown in curiosity. "What is it?" you ask, and let out a giggle when her smile grows exponentially.
"Doctor Cho just cleared you, I asked her to let me give you the news." She answers, and your smile slowly diminishes to an expression of astonishment. You try to say something, but your mouth is dry, speechless.
Getting out of that hospital bed was all you wanted most during those six long months. But, finally being able to do it, you simply couldn't believe it was true.
Suddenly a plethora of feelings start swirling inside of you, from relief, to pain, to sadness at what had happened, to joy at having made it through, to fear of whether or not you'd ever really be able to fully recover. A whirlwind that became more overwhelming with each passing second.
And before you know it a tear trickles from your eye. And then another, and another, turning into a heavy, loud cry, your body swaying as you break into sobs.
Natasha watches the scene in shock, unresponsive. You two were very close, but never before had she seen you like that. Hell, she had never even seen your eyes water.
That in front of her, you so vulnerable and broken, was completely new. And the redhead couldn't keep her heart from breaking at the scene, her own feelings bubbling up as her eyes filled with tears as well.
"Y/n... Hey, come here." She pushes through the shock, wrapping her arms around you and trying to comfort you as best she can. You startle when she touches you, but then you relax, allowing yourself to cry every tear you haven't cried in the last six months.
You don't know how long it has been since you started crying, but Nat doesn't let go of you at any time, and you feel extremely grateful for that. Eventually, your crying begins to subside.
"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry." You say, your voice shaky and sniffling constantly. "For what?" Natasha asks, her eyebrows heavily furrowed in concern. Her hands, previously around you, now rest on your legs, offering the comfort you need to keep you from crying again.
"For crying." You reply, wiping your tears dry with your hands, and Natasha shakes her head in denial. "Stop." She says immediately, bringing her hands to the sides of your face, making you keep your eyes on hers.
"Don't apologize for showing how you feel," she says, serious yet gentle, and you sniffle again, "you can always tell me how you feel." She adds with a loving smile, and your heart speeds up at the possibility the moment offers.
"If that's the case, there's something I need to say." You tell slowly, trying to gather the courage you need as you speak, and the redhead furrows her eyebrows curiously, letting her hands fall from your face. "And what is it?"
"I kind of like you." You say clumsily and watch Nat's eyes slightly widen in surprise. A second later, however, she has a playful smirk on her face. "You kind of like me? I think you can do better than that."
"Fine, I love you." You say, rolling your eyes amusedly, "I love you when you have my back and I love you when you change the calendar in the kitchen so that I wash the dishes when it's your day to do it. I love you when you nudge me to pay attention to what Steve is saying in the briefings and I love you when you make me laugh in the middle of a mission and make us blow our covers. I just... I love you a lot and all the time."
You end your unbridled monologue with a sigh, and Natasha watches you in silence, her red cheeks the only indication of any emotion on her face.
But in the next moment she's smiling sweetly at you, her eyes sparkling, and you smile as well. "I love you too." She admits it, and you feel like you might be able to take off flying right now.
"And I never changed the kitchen calendar." She adds then, narrowing her eyes at you, and you laugh softly, shaking your head in amused disapproval. "Yeah, right." You reply unconvinced, making the redhead smile.
"Can you help me up?" You ask then, starting to pull the thin medbay sheet off your body, and Nat nods. "Sure, but I have something important to do first."
You barely have time to frown in confusion before the redhead leans forward, connecting her lips to yours. Your breath catches in your throat at the surprise of the action, but soon you're smiling and reciprocating the kiss just as eagerly.
When you pull away, you keep your foreheads pressed together, your eyes closed as the closeness of each other relaxes your bodies. Not long after that, the redhead pulls away.
"Now let's get you to your room, ailing." She says playfully, and as she helps you out of the medbay, you can't help the silly grin that has taken up residence on your lips.
But that's okay, because Natasha has the same smile on hers, and the reason is the same as yours.
───── ⋅ ✮ ⋅ ─────
And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ
#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff imagine#natasha romanov#natasha romanoff#natasha romanov x reader#black widow#black widow x reader#black widow x you#black widow x y/n
512 notes
·
View notes
Text
Surrogate
(Part Seven)
PART ONE - PART TWO - PART THREE - PART FOUR - PART FIVE - PART SIX
pairing: ex- boyfriend! Yuta Nakamoto x female! showgirl! Reader (feat. Mark Lee and Qian Kun)
word count: 2.5k words
genre: chaptered, angst, a little smut, fluff
summary: Agreeing to be a surrogate for a gay couple doesn’t have to surprise you like this.
warnings: matured themes, gay marriage, surrogacy, Reader is a sex worker, cursing, male to male action, sexual action but not detailed, blowjob, vomitting, pregnancy, drama,
taglist: @meowniee @aiforyuu @roohnyk @a-bts-world @thetwinkrenjun @multiyuta @destinyg237 @freshtaledonut @sunshinetaetaev @baehaechannie @ytzvivi
'Let's end everything, Yuta.'
Those were the words you never thought you would tell Yuta. When he pushed you to bed, hands above your head as he held on you tight while thrusting inside you, you realized how those words define your relationship. Aren't those the same words he said when he went abroad?
'Do you really have to leave?'
'I'm sorry Y/N. I can't do this anymore.' He removed your hold on his wrist as tears fell from your eyes. 'Let's end everything, Y/N.'
And then it was always you who kept on holding for him.
Now, it's you who wanted to move on.
It isn't about Qian Kun, you told yourself. Although he had a huge part in it. You just realized that you were drifting away from what you wanted to do because of being stuck in the past. A past that you cannot return to in any way or another. You wanted to move on. Go to a different country and have a new life. And you hated to admit it, but you can only do it with Mark and Yuta's help.
The moment you step foot inside the house, with the bag of groceries at hand, you can hear the faint sound of groaning. You've heard Yuta countless times that you weren't surprised when you spotted Mark giving his husband head. Yuta's eyes were closed as he leaned on the couch, his hand resting on Mark's head as the younger was kneeling between his legs.
It shouldn't be a surprise. They're married. It's normal between them. You should be used to it.
But what's not normal is you watching their intimate moments. You should get out of this house. That is the normal thing to do.
What's weird is the churning of your stomach. Your footsteps and the gagging noise you made while running to the bathroom echoed throughout the house. The coffee and waffles you ate earlier in the morning were now vomited in the toilet. Those were the only things you ate today. Why are you suddenly feeling like this now?
"Y/N, are you alright?" Mark asked then sat beside you on the floor of the bathroom. He caressed your back, letting you remove the sour taste left in your throat. Yuta offered a glass of water which you used to gargle. "Did you eat something wrong?" You shook your head. You might just be feeling under the weather.
"I'm fine. It might be the heat."
"Maybe you're already pregnant." Your eyes quickly darted to Mark then Yuta, who was looking at you in surprise as well.
That would be impossible.
You were fine the past week but lately, you had to wake up feeling sick. Mark grew worried that he actually rejected going to Japan for a business trip just to come with you to the doctor. "Are you nervous?" he asked, noticing how you bounce your leg up and down. "Or do you need anything?"
A sigh escaped your lips. "Mark, what if I'm not pregnant?"
He smiled before holding your hand, squeezing it in a comfortable hold. "It's alright Y/N, we can try again." His infectious laugh can be heard. "You're not going to leave us, aren't you?" You wanted to. "I'm already used to having you as someone that I could talk to."
"I hope even when everything is done, you can still stay with me and Yuta."
The door opened to the doctor's office, the nurse told you that the doctor is ready to see you. Mark held your hand while opening the door and the man in white greeted you with a surprised look on his face. Qian Kun.
When he said that he was a doctor, you didn't think that he would be an obstetrician.
His gaze fell on you then at Mark's, down to your linked hands. "Y/N, what are you doing here?" The guy beside you has a confused look on his face. You introduced Kun as your high school classmate and Mark as just Mark Lee. "Please sit down." Kun gestured to the chairs and Mark was gentleman enough to help you in the chair, earning a glare from the other guy.
"You're here to…" he trailed off before looking at the paper you filled out earlier. "Check if you're pregnant." His voice became quiet that you wonder if Kun is angry. You should have told him about the surrogacy earlier on. "Have you tried a pregnancy kit?"
You shook your head. You wanted to. But it was Mark who told you that you should just go to the doctor to be sure. Kun professionally asked you questions about your period, when was the last time you had sex, and even the symptoms you had been feeling. "Judging from the symptoms, I can say that you are indeed pregnant. But I'll take a blood sample to check."
Kun moved closer to you then prepared the injection he had to use. You closed your eyes and Mark was already holding your other hand, comforting you. “You have been feeling bad the last couple of weeks yet you didn’t even call me?” Kun asked and you turned to him as he put the vial with your blood on the tray. “I thought I kissed you badly that night because you never called me.”
You saw how Mark looked at you in surprise before smiling. “I think I’ll head out and just wait for you outside, Y/N.” He claimed then stood up hurriedly, closing the door behind him.
Now, it feels weird with you and Kun inside the consultation room. “I’m sorry.” You whispered, looking at his shoes.
“Is he your boyfriend?” You shook your head. “You don’t have any brother either.” He stared at you, seriousness written on his face. “Y/N,” he said then held your hands. “Is it a guy in the club? Will he be responsible for you? If not, just tell me. I’ll take care of you.” What?
A heavy breath came out of your lips. “I agreed to be a surrogate for Mark and his husband.” You realized you should leave out a little detail. “When I give birth, I’m going to give the child to them and I’ll go to New York.”
You just really wanted to finish this at this point then move on with your life.
Kun breathed heavily before nodding. “I’ll just message you the result. I’ll have to bring this to the lab.” You stood up awkwardly and left without a word. He is angry.
—----
The doctor did message you that you were positive and Mark was the one who got super excited at the news. Kun asked if you wanted to transfer to a female obstetrician but you rejected, assuring him that you trust him. He just asked you to go to the clinic the following week for additional tests.
“So you’re going to see Dr. Qian again?” Mark teased while eating dinner. “Oh, love, we haven’t told you about Y/N’s OB who likes her.” You took Mark’s attention and shook your head. Why is he making such a huge deal about it?
“Isn’t it weird that you used to be high school classmates and then you met like this?” He asked and you lightly glance at Yuta who stopped eating his food to listen attentively to his husband. “I think you and Dr. Kun are meant to be.” Mark said with a grin and you chuckled nervously.
Yuta sighed before standing up, saying that he was already full and that he’ll go to bed early. Mark shrugged it off and you shook your head. Why is he overreacting?
When you woke up that morning, you went to look for Mark but Yuta only answered that he went to buy some groceries. You nodded then pouted, maybe you can ask him to buy you some chocolates from the store. “Y/N, did you plan it?” You look at Yuta who was staring at you, both hands leaning on the table in front of you. “You and Kun, you planned this didn’t you?”
“Plan what?” You asked in confusion. “Him, being my doctor? It was Mark who made the appointment and I didn’t know that he’s an obstetrician.”
“Then change into another doctor or I’ll look for another hospital for you.” You gave him an incredulous look. “You can’t give birth assisted by a male doctor.” Where is he going with this? Does it bother him? Why?
“I’m the one giving birth, not you. I know who I can trust with my child.”
Yuta brushed his hair up, frustration can be seen in his expression. “Have you told Kun about me and Mark?”
What? “That is your secret. Do you really think I would tell Kun that?” Your voice raised in volume. Why is Yuta getting on your nerves all so suddenly? “Do you really think so low of me like that Yuta?” You were so angry that your face felt hot. He’s so stupid. If he’s so worried about his secret leaking out, why marry Mark in the first place? Mark didn’t deserve all of this.
“Are you two fighting?” Mark appeared from the doorway holding paper bags. His gaze fell on you then on Yuta. “I heard shouting from outside. Y/N, are you alright?” You stood up then told them that you were going out. Maybe get some air. Or find a pretty decent apartment for you to move out.
You cannot stay another day with Yuta like this.
Once again, you found yourself in front of the hospital room. Maybe you should have just gone to Kun since you knew where his office is. But you were scared that he was mad at you. So you’re here, standing outside your mother’s door and wishing that she was asleep to visit her. When you went inside the room, you immediately noticed the flowers on the vase by her bed. You should have brought her flowers. Maybe she can remember you.
You missed her. You wanted her back. Now that you’re pregnant, you realize how much you needed her in your life.
Hopefully, she can remember things. Hopefully, she can remember that you were her daughter.
Hana saw you and you gestured for her to be quiet. Your mom’s voice called your name, cooing at the girl in white in front of her. “My little star, Y/N.” she called and you bit your lip to prevent a sound from coming out your lips. You missed that nickname. “You’re going to be a huge star and everyone will love you, not just me and Yuta.”
An impossible statement. You wouldn’t be a star. She doesn’t love you. Yuta doesn’t love you. No one will love you.
A wrong step made you create a faint sound that earned a glare from her. “You!” she shouted then threw a glass your way, hitting your cheek. “What are you doing here?” The older woman shouted while Hana held her by the hand, stopping her. “You ruined my Y/N.”
You did.
When you went out of the room, the tears didn’t hold back like the first time. You were sobbing uncontrollably, tears falling down your face with the blood from your cheek. “Y/N,” And he was there just like the first time. “You’re hurt.” You are. The words that came out of your mother’s mouth were more painful than the cut on your cheek. “Let’s get you inside the office.”
You might have looked pathetic seated outside the hospital room while crying your eyes out. But seated above the patient's table while the OB put medicine on your wounded check seemed more pathetic. "You're pregnant. You're in your seven weeks, right?" He asked calmly while putting a bandage on top of your wound. "Trimester is the most crucial stage in pregnancy. You shouldn't stress yourself like this."
"Kun, can you please stop being nice to me?"
"Why?" he asked then sat in the vacant chair in front of you. "Do you want me to hate you?"
You nodded. "Whenever I see you, I always have this hope that I'm not as unlikable as I thought I would be." A heavy sigh escaped your lips. "That there's still hope someone actually thinks good of me. That someone cares for me." The tears fell from your eyes as he handed you some tissues. "And I hate it."
"You are not unlikable, Y/N. Stop thinking negatively about yourself." He wiped your tears with his thumbs. "There are a lot of things that are likable about you, lovable in fact. You care about others more than you care about yourself."
A chuckle escaped your lips. You're not. "That is how my mom got into an accident. I was so mad at her for not attending my first recital and the next thing I knew, she was full of blood in front of me."
You remembered it clearly in your head. You were shouting at her on the street and she was so angry that she took a step back on the road just in time for a car to hit her. You regretted everything and decided to quit theater, have a decent job to save your mom and pay for the medical bill but end up being a showgirl instead. You weren't even surprised when she woke up and started screaming when she saw you.
Her memory of you was wiped away.
"I only cared about myself, Kun." You said in a soft voice then smiled timidly. "That is why Yuta left me in the first place. He hated me because I only think about myself."
He sat beside you on the bed. "What happened to your mom was an accident. You cannot possibly blame yourself for it." But you do. If you haven't shouted at her that time, she should have been well. "And Yuta is a jerk. He was the one who gave up on you." He still gave up on you.
"If you didn't care about them, you would have told everyone that Yuta is married. You wouldn't work in a club for your mom's medical expenses." Kun stated, "If you only cared about yourself, you would have been a stage actress." He reached out for your stomach. "Not a pregnant woman."
"Isn't this child proof enough that you care about Mark and his husband's happiness?" You hated how logical Kun is. You might have forgotten the fact that he used to be the smartest kid in class. "You only cared about other people that I want to take care of you."
“Kun, you don’t have to do this. I’m sorry I lead you on.”
The sides of his lips curled up. The first time ever since you saw him today that he actually smiled. “I remembered you always say that there’s nothing wrong with chasing your dreams. That you have to always dream because it will be your motivation to survive.”
You laughed. How can he remember that? It was an idea you had since high school. The importance of dreaming and the drive to chase it.
“Y/N, you are now my dream.” The statement shocked you. His dream? You? “So just let me chase my dream. Let me do this for you.”
“You don’t have to make my dream come true. I just want your dreams to happen, Y/N.” He held the sides of your face, warm hands heating up your cheeks.
"When everything is over, let's go to New York together."
Part Eight
#yuta#yuta nakamoto#nakamoto yuta#yuta chaptered#yuta nakamoto chaptered#nakamoto yuta chaptered#yumark#kun#qian kun#should i tag this as a kun au now?
121 notes
·
View notes
Text
Rebuilding Family
Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.
Pairing: Spencer x Fem! Reader
Masterlist
Chapter 10
You were packing up your stuff as students filed out of the lecture hall, it was your last class of the day. As you were walking out towards the parking lot, your phone started to vibrate in your bag. It was the school.
“Hello?” you answered.
“Hi Y/N. It’s Mrs. Flynn. I was just calling to let you know that Jo is now waiting inside with me because she was getting cold outside,” she informed you.
“Spencer’s not there?” you questioned, looking at the time displayed on your phone.
Pickup time was fifteen minutes ago.
“I’m on my way. I’ll be there in ten minutes. Sorry for the inconvenience,” you opened your car door and set your bag down in the passenger seat, turning on the ignition.
“No worries, I have to reorganize the classroom library anyways so I was already planning on staying after.”
Once the call ended, you tried to call Spencer but it went straight to voicemail.
“Hey Spencer, I don’t know if you forgot but it was your day to pick up Jo. I’m getting her now,” you said as you reversed out of your parking spot.
Minutes later, your phone rang again. Expecting Spencer’s contact to show up on screen, your brow furrowed when the name read “JJ” instead.
“Hi JJ?” you said, more of a question than a greeting.
“Y/N, Spencer has been shot. I already told Will to go back to the school to pick up Jo. You should get here if you can. He’s in surgery now but there has been no update since he went in,” JJ explained.
“Oh my god. Okay, I’m turning around now. How did this happen? He didn’t mention he was on a case?” you pulled into a random parking lot to turn around.
“Well technically, we weren’t. We had a lead on a possible local case and we went to interview a potential witness who could give us some more information. We realized too late that he was the unsub. He thought we were on to him and shot Spencer in the leg while trying to escape.”
You had silent tears running down your face.
“I’m five minutes out” is all you could muster and then you hung up the phone.
You ran into the ER doors to find the rest of the team in the waiting room. You were glad you went to Rossi’s dinner party now or else this would have been a much more awkward first meeting.
“Any updates?” you asked frantically.
“No,” Derek sighed, “But no news is good news.”
You took the empty seat in between JJ and Penelope and put your face in your hands, not wanting everyone to see your tears.
-
Two hours of crappy coffee and vending machine snacks as your only source of sustenance later, a doctor emerged from behind the double doors.
She had a completely neutral expression that you couldn’t read but then again you weren’t a profiler.
“Dr. Spencer Reid?” she asked, glancing down at her clipboard.
All of you stood and desperately crowded around her.
“Dr. Reid is in stable condition and awake. The bullet went into his thigh but it wasn’t through and through. He will need to be on crutches for about a week or so but luckily the bullet wound is near the edge of his thigh rather than the middle, meaning recovery time will be shorter,” she explained.
There was a collective sigh of relief along with a few “thank god”s.
“Although he is awake, I don’t think it’s best if you all go in at once since he is very drowsy. He has been asking for a Y/N?” the doctor looked around at you all.
All eyes fell on you. You collected yourself, grabbing your purse and following the doctor down the hall.
“I’ll let you know how he is,” you told everyone before you disappeared past the double doors.
The doctor guided you into a room at the end of the hall. You thanked her quietly and she nodded in acknowledgement, leaving you two alone. Spencer had his eyes closed but his hospital bed was inclined so he was sitting up slightly. You briskly walked over and took the seat right beside him. You took his hand in yours and squeezed it lightly, combing his messy hair out with your fingers.
As you were softly massaging his scalp, you heard a light groan. You retracted your fingers immediately as Spencer began to open his eyes.
Once Spencer took in his surroundings, he quickly sat up completely in bed, letting out a yelp of pain.
“Jo...it was my turn to pick up,” he said frantically.
“Hey, look at me, Spence. It’s okay, she’s at JJ and Will’s. You were shot in the thigh though so you’re not going anywhere. Please lie back down,” you assured him.
He nodded his head, relaxing a bit and looking down at his hands in his lap. He seemed to be processing something in his head.
“You called me ‘Spence’,” he stated.
Shit. That was twice now. It keeps slipping.
“Sorry, I-,” you began to ramble some apology that you didn’t even know where you were going with it. Luckily, he stopped you before you could further embarrass yourself.
“I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” he spoke softly as he looked up at you, tears threatening to fall.
“I was so scared, Y/N,” he sobbed.
You swiftly pulled him into your embrace, tucking his head into your neck as you began to gently stroke his hair again.
“It’s okay, let it out. I can’t imagine what that was like. I’m so sorry you had to go through that but you're safe now, I promise,” you whispered to him.
“I was so afraid I was going to abandon you and Jo again. It hurt worse than the actual bullet,” he muttered into your neck.
You removed your hands from his hair and cupped his cheeks, forcing him to look up at you.
“Spencer Reid, you did not abandon Jo in the first place so there is no ‘again’. Second of all, you would have died a hero saving lives and I would have made sure Jo knew that and she never forgot her Daddy or how much he loved her,” you spoke earnestly, never breaking eye contact.
Spencer’s eyes softened. A second later, his lips were on yours again. This time, however, you didn’t pull away. Life was too short and this was already complicated as is, what’s the harm.
You basked in the familiarity of his lips locking with yours. Once he finally pulled away for air, he rested his forehead against yours.
“Go out with me. A real date. No more college dorm dates with takeout,” he smiled.
“You know you didn’t have to get shot to ask me out, right?” you teased.
“I thought I needed a grand gesture,” he beamed, chucking lightly.
“Yeah, Spence, I’ll go on a date with you.”
His lips found yours once again.
-
“Jo, are you ready?” you called out from the kitchen, packing snacks.
“Mommy, I’m already at the door!” she exclaimed.
Jo was eager to go see her Daddy at the hospital. You would spend the day there until he was discharged and then he would live with you guys for the week. You insisted on being there to take care of him while he was healing. You didn’t want him hobbling around all alone in his apartment.
When you walked out to the front entryway, there was a stack of various toys and books that hadn’t been there when you came down the stairs.
“What is this?” you gestured to the pile, amused.
“Daddy has big boo-boo so he needs stuff to cheer him up,” she stated.
“I don’t think we are going to be able to bring all this. Plus, remember Daddy is coming home with us later today. So here’s what we will do,” you handed Jo her dinosaur backpack, “You pack all the stuff you can fit in this bag that you think Daddy needs right away and the rest of the stuff can wait.”
Jo made quick work of sorting through her massive pile, trying to decide what would make her dad the most happy.
-
“Daddy!” Jo excitedly screamed, running towards the bed.
“Jo!” he returned with the same sentiment.
She was unable to get up on the bed herself so you had to lift her up.
“Remember what I said, careful with Daddy or he won’t get better,” you reminded her.
“You can sit her on my good leg,” Spencer patted his right thigh where you gently set Jo down.
“We brought you loads of stuff, Daddy,” Jo chirped, looking over at you.
You revealed a box of donuts from your bag and the coffee tray you had been holding. You handed him a chocolate frosted donut with sprinkles and Jo a strawberry frosted with sprinkles. The two ‘cheers’ed their donuts before biting into them.
“Jo also brought you some things to cheer you up,” you handed her her backpack.
First, she promptly pulled out a pink Disney princesses band-aid and stuck it on Spencer’s already bandaged thigh.
“You need that so it doesn’t get infected,” she repeated Spencer’s words from when she fell at Rossi’s dinner party.
“Thank you, princess. What would I do without you?” he kissed the top of her head as she rummaged around in her backpack some more.
She set up her five favorite dinosaur toys on his tray table in front of them, glancing up at him for approval.
“Perfect,” he smiled, nodding.
Next, she pulled out a piece of paper that had been colored on.
“Who’s this?” Spencer asked, looking at the three stick figures doodled on the paper.
“That’s you, that’s Mommy, and that’s me,” she pointed to each of the sketches.
“Aw, that one is definitely making the fridge,” you smiled.
Finally, Jo took out her Magic Tree House book that she was currently reading. She needed help with some of the words but either you or Spencer or the both of you would help her read it every night.
“You already finished the last one?” Spencer picked up the new book that was next in the series, examining it and smiling proudly.
“And I didn’t need help with a single word on the last chapter,” Jo beamed.
“You’re so smart,” Spencer kissed her head again, “let’s see how far we can get on this one before we can go home.”
#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid fanfiction#reid x reader#spencer x reader#cm fanfic#spencer reid#criminal minds
429 notes
·
View notes
Text
girl next door [three] // wanda maximoff
summary: the time has come where you realise your boyfriend just isn’t worth it, and your neighbour may or may not be an Avenger
warning/s: none i don’t think??
author’s note: part 3 is here! I kinda got carried away and wrote two more parts so my bad, but i hope you like it!
part one | part two | part four | part five | masterlist | wattpad
I couldn't be bothered with today. I just wasn't in the mood to go to work, so of course, I procrastinated as much as I could in the morning until it was finally time for me to get out of bed without being late.
Teddy had fallen asleep here last night after we watched a film, but he left earlier for work, so it was just me. I knew I had to break it off with him, it was time. But I didn't know how to tell him without hurting him. So, I was cowardly in that sense, which was only worse because I was leading him on. I'll find a way to say something soon, I promised myself as I took my clothes off and wrapped a towel around myself.
When I headed to the bathroom, I immediately slipped on the wet floor that only one person could have left behind. But, unlike the many times I had done so, I wasn't able to catch myself and instead fell on my leg, hearing a deadly crack noise, forcing a scream from my lips.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," I got out through gritted teeth, tears slipping from my eyes. The pain was unbearable and as I looked to my leg, I knew something was wrong because it instantly began to swell up and change colour.
Taking deep breaths to get through the pain, I tried not to imagine the several ways I was going to skin Teddy alive. He was so ignorant! How many times did I have to explain to him how dangerous it was to leave the floor wet?!
"It's okay, Y/N, you're okay," I told myself, before stretching and grabbing my phone from the side.
A striking pain shot up my leg and I suddenly felt nauseous, unable to deal with it. Swallowing hard, I called Teddy to give him a piece of my mind but also ask for his help since I couldn't move. Unfortunately for me, it went to fucking voicemail making me scream with frustration. I clenched my jaw as I tried to stand up myself, but more tears rolled down my cheeks as I accepted I was stuck.
The next person who came to mind was Wanda. If I was lucky and she wasn't at work, she'd be able to help me up and get me to a hospital.
I called her next and thankfully, unlike the arsehole that was my soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend, she answered.
"Hey, Y/N!"
I breathed out as calmly as I could. "Hi, Wanda. I, er, I need your help."
"Everything okay?" she asked with concern.
I nodded, though I felt really sick as I tried to avoid looking at my leg. "Yeah, well– no. This is really embarrassing, but I slipped on the bathroom floor and I think my leg is broken. Please can you come 'round and help me up?"
"Shit, Y/N, of course!" she exclaimed.
"Thanks," I got out breathily. "Spare key is taped under the plant pot outside my door."
"Just hold on," she insisted, before hanging up.
I dropped my phone to the side and glanced down at myself, definitely embarrassed that I was sat here in my underwear and bra, but also glad that I wasn't completely naked.
As promised, Wanda came as soon as possible and I heard her approaching the bathroom before she squeaked and covered her eyes.
"S-sorry!" she said, flustered. "I didn't mean to look. I just–"
"Wanda, you need to see if you're to help me up," I said as nicely as I could without snapping from the pent up anger reserved for Teddy.
She removed her hand, though her eyes wouldn't meet mine. "Right, yeah, duh. Okay, er..."
Successfully, she managed to lift me up and let me use her for support as we limped to my bed and I took a seat.
"Can you pass me my–"
"Clothes, right," she caught on, still not meeting my eyes, before moving around the room to grab a shirt and shorts.
I put my shirt on with ease, but she had to help me with my shorts as I tried my very hardest not to cry from the pain. My leg, or rather my knee, was turning a yellow-purple colour pretty quickly, making me flinch.
"How did this happen?" she asked with worry, gaze falling to my leg.
I clenched my jaw. "My stupid fucking boyfriend. I've told him so many fucking times to mop the damn floor! And he always says okay, but he never does! Oh, boy, when I get my hands on him, he's gonna wish he'd never been born!"
"Y/N–"
"And can you believe he has the audacity to have his damn phone switched off?! I could be dying and he wouldn't even know! That selfish, ignorant son of a–"
"Y/N!" she called, snapping me out of my rant. "Hospital."
"Right, hospital," I agreed. "No ambulances because they're way too expensive. Maybe you can get me down to a taxi and I'll take it from there?"
She raised her eyebrows with disbelief. "You're kidding, right?"
I mirrored her expression. "Er, no? Ambulances are like $700, and even with my insurance that's like $400. Taxis are, what, twenty bucks?"
She wasn't convinced as she crossed her arms and stared at me with uncertainty. I sighed and tried to stand up, but I pulled a face at the pain. She was quick to help me stand, giving me support on my right side.
"This is gonna take a while," I mumbled, biting back annoyance.
"Don't hate me," she said suddenly.
I looked to her, furrowing my brows. "What are you talking about?"
She avoided my gaze and instead swept me off my feet quite literally, taking me by surprise. I wrapped my arms around her neck on instinct, eyes widening as she held me close, bridal-style.
"Wanda, you can't just carry me like this," I said, though I was surprised at how strong she was.
She ignored me and walked out the bedroom before stopping at the fire escape. I gripped her tightly, wondering what the heck was going on. There was a hint of red in her eyes, startling me, before I noticed the two of us rising into the air. Levitation, to be exact.
"Woah!" I shouted, holding her as tightly as I could. "What the hell?! How–?! What–?!"
As she flew us away from our building, there was a red hue floating all around us, like an energy I'd never seen before. Except it seemed familiar... and that's when I put it together.
"You're that Avenger!" I blurted out. "The witch, the one with all the magical powers! You're– you're– Oh my God."
She frowned, eyes darting to mine apologetically. "I know. I'm sorry I didn't tell you."
I swallowed hard, fearfully glancing over her shoulder at the clouds interwoven with the tall buildings of New York. Never in a million years did I think I'd be flying amongst them, with an Avenger nonetheless. She'd fought at the battle of New York, I remembered seeing her on the TV. She was dubbed an official Avenger not long after, but then coverage of her went quiet... because she'd moved away. It made so much sense now!
"I knew I recognised you," I said with disbelief, studying her face closely as I now knew who she was.
Her eyes still had a red hue surrounding her irises, matching the energy surrounding us as she flew us to, presumably, the hospital.
"I didn't intend to hide it," she explained guiltily. "I thought you'd figure it out. But then you didn't and it... it just never felt right to bring it up."
I thought back to the random hours she worked, the spontaneity of being called in for her shifts, her whole backstory for crying out loud... how stupid could I be?
"This... this is a conversation we should have," I said, nodding slowly, "but maybe not right now."
"Right, yeah." She nodded in agreement, jaw tensed as she stared ahead. "Just hang on."
–
After getting an x-ray at the hospital, the doctor told me I'd need to go into surgery so they could realign my knee – it wasn't anything concerning, but I wasn't exactly over the moon about it.
I returned to the hospital room to find Wanda had been waiting for me. I'd say I was surprised, but I was more grateful that she stayed. We hadn't had a moment to speak about her whole Avenger situation, and she was oddly quiet about the whole thing, so I decided to ease it into conversation whilst waiting for the doctors to return to prep me for surgery.
"You know, you didn't have to stay," I said to her, watching as she distracted herself with the stuff on the bedside table. "It's only a broken leg."
She stopped whatever she was doing and gave me a knowing look. "It's not only a broken leg. And I just thought you might like the company. Who else is going to make sure you're okay?"
I offered her a small smile. "Thank you. But the surgery is gonna take a while. I'll head home after and catch up with you then."
She seemed against the idea, but said nothing, before resuming whatever she was messing around with. The tissue box, I think.
"So... magic, huh?"
She swallowed visibly. "It's, er, not magic... at least, not exactly."
I hummed in acknowledgement, still adjusting to the fact that she had actual powers. It was amazing and unusual all at once.
"It's okay that you didn't tell me you know," I said gently, making her glance at me. "You apologised earlier. Back when we were–" I breathed out, still in mild disbelief, "–well, flying. You didn't need to. You don't have to be sorry about anything, Wanda."
She frowned. "But I lied to you."
Her Sokovian accent was more noticeable when she was upset, I noted. I wondered if she realised.
"You didn't lie, per say... more like bent the truth," I tried to make her feel better, stifling a laugh. "Either way, it's alright. Well, for me anyway. I don't know if you wanted to tell me or–"
"I did," she cut in with nod, eyes focused on me. "I wanted to."
I hoped she couldn't hear the way my heart rate picked up a little. "Okay, then I don't see a problem. You're still the same Wanda, just with a little something extra, right?"
Her shoulders relaxed and a small smile tugged at her lips. "Right."
I mirrored her expression, holding her gaze for a moment longer than necessary, before tearing away when I heard the doctor enter the room. After prepping me for surgery, I headed off into the operating room and made sure Wanda knew she didn't have to be there when I came back.
They put me under, so I wasn't awake until several hours later when I woke up to horribly bright, fluorescent hospital lighting and the accompanying nasty disinfectant smell filling the room. The first thing I noticed was the giant cast on my leg, followed by the sleeping brunette in the corner of the room that was Wanda. I would have questioned why she was there as my first thought, but I couldn't help but take notice of the lovely room I was in – for starters, it wasn't shared with other patients like I expected.
"Wanda," I called, my voice rough-sounding, but she didn't stir in the slightest.
I chewed on my lip as I found the remote that controlled my bed, using it so I could sit up. I was able to grab the water on my bedside table and take a few sips before calling for her again, sounding a lot better. To my relief, she began to wake up, eyes blinking open and looking around with confusion before realisation crossed her face and she settled on me.
"You're up!" she exclaimed, before a yawn escaped her lips.
"And you're here," I returned, hinting my confusion.
"I told you I was staying," she reminded me, before standing up and approaching my bedside. "Had to make sure you were okay. And obviously to help you home. By taxi, not flying, don't worry."
I smiled at her caring nature, expression softening at how cute she was.
"Also, before you ask," she added, "your hospital bills are taken care of. Hence the room."
I lost my smile, eyebrows raising. "Come again?"
She sat at the edge of my bed, getting comfortable as she looked out the window opposite us. "I didn't want you worrying about it, especially when none of this was your fault, so I called in a favour at the Avenger's compound. Tony owed me."
I almost forgot how to breathe as my eyes widened. "Tony Stark? The Tony Stark? He's paying for my hospital bills?"
She looked to me, a hint of panic in her eyes. "I hope that's okay. I mean, I knew you would say no, but I feel like I should've done something. You've done so much for me and it was only fair."
"I can't believe..." I trailed off, losing track of what I was going to say, still shocked. It made sense with her being an Avenger, but it was still hard to believe.
"You still with me?" she joked, her hand resting on mine.
I cleared my throat, ignoring the warmth from her skin touching mine. "Yeah, sorry. I just– wow. Still digesting is all."
"Don't worry too much about it," she said gently.
I nodded weakly, swallowing hard and avoiding her gaze.
"I should go get the doctor and let her know you're awake," she said, letting go of my hand. "You okay on your own for a minute?"
"Yeah, of course. Thanks."
After a chat with the doctor and an explanation of how everything would play out from here, I was getting ready to leave for home. I got changed out of the annoying hospital gown in the bathroom attached to my hospital room (another perk of Tony Stark paying for my bills – no shared toilet) and was in the middle of adjusting to my crutches in my room when there was a knock on the door.
Wanda and I paused as we looked up, and I was about to say for whoever it was to come in, but the person came in quickly and without waiting. To my bitterness, it was Teddy of all people.
"Oh my god, Y/N, there you are!" he exclaimed upon seeing me. "I got your message, both of them. I was so worried!"
In addition to the message I'd left him when breaking my leg, I also left him another before the surgery to see if he actually cared enough to check in. Clearly not.
I gripped my crutches to get out my frustration. "It took you long enough. I went into surgery five hours ago."
He scratched his head awkwardly. "I was at work."
I rolled my eyes, promising myself I wouldn't snap, but the annoyance of everything happening was building up and I couldn't help but blurt out, "I told you to mop up when you freakin' showered, Teddy!"
"I did!"
"No, you didn't!" I shouted, raising my voice. "If you did, I wouldn't be in this fucking cast!"'
He winced. "Are you, er, sure that it was the water that you slipped on?"
I clenched my jaw, knuckles turning white from how hard I was gripping my crutches. I didn't care that I was temporarily crippled, all I could see was red.
"Am I sure?" I repeated his question, tone laced with anger. "Am I sure?!"
I attempted to lunge forward, but Wanda seemed to know what I was thinking before I did it, holding me back suddenly.
"Y/N, just leave it," she mumbled, eyes meeting mine.
Something about the way she looked at me made my anger temporarily melt away, and I almost forgot why I was mad, until...
"Who are you?" Teddy asked with confusion.
Wanda and I looked to him, figuring he was just being his usual rude self, but he genuinely had no idea who she was as he studied her curiously.
She blinked with disbelief. "Wanda....?"
He waved his hand, motioning for her to say more.
Wanda raised a brow with offence. "Y/N's neighbour...?"
He pursed his lips, eyes squinted with thought.
Wanda almost scoffed. "Really? You got nothing?"
He chewed on his lip, genuinely stumped, and I couldn't help but groan with frustration, earning his attention.
"Of course you don't know who she is!" I glared at him. "You don't listen to a word I say! Not about this, not about mopping the floor–!"
"Y/N, just calm down!" he cut me off, only adding fuel to the fire.
"No," I said sternly, before nodding to the door behind him. "You can leave. You have no need to be here since we're not together anymore."
He raised his eyebrows with shock. "Seriously? You're breaking up with me? For what?"
I breathed out through my nose, genuinely stunned at how I managed to stay with him this long without either losing my mind or killing him. I could swear he wasn't this stupid when I met him.
His eyes fell to Wanda with distaste. "Is it because of her?"
"Did you actually manage to get stupider since this morning?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.
"Because I totally accepted when you said you were bisexual," he continued, "but I didn't think you'd actually leave me for a woman."
I pressed my lips together, looking to my shoes as I tried to talk myself out of not killing him there and then. The fact that he was blaming the breakup on anyone but himself was disappointing but not surprising.
"Can you leave now?" I finally spoke, looking up to him with expressionless eyes.
His smile of disbelief turned into a scoff as he headed for the door. "Whatever. Your roast lamb is shit anyway."
I scrunched my face together with annoyance, unable to stop myself from yelling, "No it isn't!" as he walked out the door.
Unexpectedly, I saw the familiar red wisps of energy by the door before it suddenly slammed shut, smacking Teddy in the butt and propelling him forward with a start. He turned around to look through the glass, expecting to blame someone, but Wanda and I were nowhere near the door, so he glared our way before storming off.
"Sorry," Wanda said, referring to the door, lowering her hand and red eyes returning to normal. "He's just a real dickhead."
I tried not to laugh as I nodded in agreement, already feeling better. "You're not wrong there..." I sighed, losing my smile as I gave her an apologetic glance. "I'm sorry for everything he said. Again."
Wanda rolled her eyes dismissively, shrugging her shoulders. "You should really stop apologising on his behalf. Especially since he's not your boyfriend anymore."
I relaxed my shoulders, leaning against the bed and looking to the floor. "Yeah, you're right... I just can't believe I put up with him this long."
Wanda didn't respond, but I heard her make a weird noise before she fake-coughed terribly, making me look up. Trying ever-so-hard to suppress a smile, she shook her head apologetically when she realised I noticed.
"Sorry, I– it's not funny," she attempted.
I smiled with amusement. "What?"
She licked her lips, before giving into her smile. "I just– I can't believe it either sometimes."
I breathed out with defeat, my smile turning into laughter alongside her. Eventually, she continued to help me with my crutches before I got the hang of it and the two of us began to leave the hospital. On the way out though, a random thought dawned on me and I stopped walking suddenly.
"What is it?" she asked worriedly.
I looked to her with curiosity. "That guy who stopped by your place a while ago. Your friend. Are you telling me that was–"
"Captain America?" she filled in with an amused smile. "Yeah."
"Woah." I was amazed, eyebrows raised as I let that sink in. I spoke to the Captain America and even implied he was a stalker. Woah.
"Come on, idiot," she laughed before leading me out the hospital, finally.
–
Breaking up with Teddy was long overdue, and whereas I thought I would feel bad for doing so, it was quite the opposite. I felt better, freer, unrestrained by the stupidity that was my ex. It was a few days after leaving the hospital when I found myself sitting on the couch with Wanda. She'd been helping me during my recovery, even though I insisted I was fine alone. She, of course, didn't listen though, and I was secretly glad because it meant I could spend more time with her.
"What about that fork? Can you move that?"
Wanda gave me a knowing look from the other end of the couch, amusement knitted in her smile. "Yes, Y/N."
To prove her point, her eyes glowed red and she flicked her hand, raising the fork on the dining table up in the air before setting it down.
I was amazed. "What about that cushion?"
She stifled a laugh before levitating the cushion between us and setting it down.
"And that book?"
"I have other powers, too, y'know," she pointed out, but levitated the book nonetheless.
I grinned. "Yeah, like flying."
She nodded in agreement. "Yeah, like that..."
And this.
"Woah!" I said with a start, eyebrows raised with surprise. "Did you just– what?!"
She laughed, the sound sending a swirl of butterflies in my stomach. Her eyes sparkled as she met my gaze, amused by my amazement.
"You can speak in my mind?" I asked in bewilderment.
"I can read minds, too," she continued.
"Wow." I breathed out, still not used to her having powers. Suddenly a thought came to mind and I glanced at her. "Have you, er, read my mind?"
"Never," she assured me, before adding with a head tilt, "at least not on purpose. Sometimes, if somebody's thoughts are too loud, I can't help but hear it."
I felt my face heating up as I avoided her eyes. "But my thoughts are quiet... right?"
Every potentially-embarrassing thought I'd ever had, including those I'd had of Wanda, came to mind and I suddenly grew nervous to her answer.
"Er, well, I mean..."
I looked to her when I heard her forming an answer, but the look on her face told me she had heard my thoughts at times and I ran a hand down my face with embarrassment.
"I promise it's never anything embarrassing or anything," she tried to make me feel better.
I groaned quietly, pinching the bridge of my nose.
"Hey, I promise," she said with reassurance, before I felt her rest a hand on mine and squeeze it gently.
"What was the last thing you heard?" I asked, trying to veil my curiosity with a shrug.
I felt her gaze on me and looked her way to see green eyes sparkling with amusement. "Mostly you cursing at your ex."
Cracking a smile, I nodded. "Okay, maybe that's fine then..."
Her laughter surrounded us again and she let go of my hand before pulling her legs up on the couch to get comfortable and face me. She watched me with an endearing smile, making me unusually nervous.
"So, what other things can you do with your powers?" I asked, partially curious and partially trying to distract from my nerves.
She studied her right hand, red energy wisps at the tip of her fingers. "I can... I can throw energy balls," she remembered, looking to me before smiling, "but I won't demonstrate that since I'm sure you love your curtains."
"That I do," I said in agreement, leaning on the back cushion with my elbow as I faced her better.
"I can also manipulate thoughts, but once again, I'm sure you won't want a demonstration." She chuckled as she saw my change of expression.
"Yeah, no thank you," I said jokingly.
She pressed her lips together, thinking of what else she could do, but her smile faded into a thin line as a dark thought seemed to cross her mind.
"My brother had powers, too," she said quietly. "Super speed."
Since finding out who she was, I tried to piece together Wanda's background without bringing it up to her for fear it would upset her. It made a lot more sense why she'd moved next door now that I knew who she was, but she hadn't once brought up her family again until, well, until now.
"Pietro," I said, hoping I'd got his name correct. "Right?"
She nodded, lowering her hand and looking to me. "Yeah, that's him... he also had powers. It was actually what got him killed." She barely flinched as she spoke. "He saved someone's life in the battle against Ultron."
I sensed her sadness when her gaze softened as she finished speaking, and my heart ached now that I knew the truth.
"You don't have to tell me, Wanda," I said gently, hoping she didn't feel obligated to.
"No, no...," she shook her head, "it's nice to finally be able to tell you the truth. The whole truth. Not some rendition of it."
I nodded, relaxing under her stare. I was glad, too, to know she trusted me with such sensitive information about her life. It made me feel important, kind of like confirmation that I meant as much to her as she did to me.
"Do you think you're gonna go back to the Avengers tower anytime soon?" I asked. "I know you mentioned living here was temporary, so..."
It was selfish of me to think, but I hoped the answer was no. She hadn't said, but I gathered she hadn't been fulfilling her role as an Avenger as much as she should have been, as she was still on a break from there since grieving for her brother. But she seemed better than she did when she first got here, and if that meant she was going to go back there... I hoped it didn't, selfishly enough. I know the world needed another hero, but, I mean, did they?
"Trying to get rid of me already?" she teased, quirking a brow, making me smile with embarrassment. She noticed and added, "I'm kidding, Y/N. But to answer your question, no, not yet. Maybe not ever. I thought I would be here to get away from them whilst I grieved, but I've come to like it here. It's become my new home. I can still help them and not stay there."
I tried to resist the urge to smile like a weirdo. "Oh, cool. Yeah, I get you."
Calm on the outside, but over the moon on the inside.
"Though I may have to reconsider if my neighbour keeps using me like a carnival attraction," she added playfully.
I laughed, putting my hair behind my ear as I shrugged. "I'm sorry, I can't help it. It's just so cool that you have powers!" She laughed quietly, making my smile widen. I continued without thinking, "Plus, your eyes go this pretty red colour whenever you use them and I just think that's pretty neat."
She rolled her eyes playfully, but I was surprised to see her cheeks turn the colour of said powers. God, she was stunning. I was sure I'd always known that, but maybe I'd never acknowledged the thought. Now though... she was adorable when she bit back a smile and her hazel eyes sparkled with distraction.
Suddenly remembering the beautiful girl before me had the ability to read minds, I cleared my throat and tried to debate whether or not that would be classed as a 'loud' thought. I'd liked to think it wasn't, but now I wasn't so sure... what if this was a loud thought? And she could actually hear everything I was saying about her in my head? Oh, no... I was definitely overthinking this. It was nothing to worry about.
"You okay over there? I can practically read your mind."
I looked up and saw she was teasing again, though now that I knew she had powers, those words carried a double meaning.
"Yeah, yeah, sure you can," I played along dismissively. "Nice try, Wanda."
She shrugged, laughter slipping from her lips. "Okay, whatever you say."
Nah, she was definitely playing me... right?
#wanda maximoff imagine#wandavision#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda maximoff x you#elizabeth olsen#marvel imagine#marvel#mcu#scarlet witch
459 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Blood King and his Queen [12]
Pairing: Bakugou x reader
Romance, Angst, Drama
Word count: 1.9K
Summary: From being a mere servant girl to marrying the scariest prince in existence, your world changed right before your eyes. Exchanging places with the princess, you knew, wasn’t going to be easy. But could you have found love on the way? Or was it never meant to be?
A/N: Short chapter today, and I know it’s not much but I hope you still enjoy it! I promise next week’s chapter will be so much better and I’m still working on those requests! Just give me some time to recover 😊 happy reading!
[previous] [next]
Bakugou sat grudgingly on his throne, looking out into the sea of dancing people. Lounged back in his seat, legs spread, head resting on his fist, and a permanent annoyed expression. He wanted to be anywhere but here, but he was stuck here. No thanks to the princess.
He couldn’t see you go.
He couldn’t see your pained expression as you were forcefully kicked out of the palace.
He didn’t want to hear your cries, how sorry you were or how your voice cracked with excuses.
He stayed looked away, fists balled at his side. When the door closed, leaving him alone, only the sounds of his heavy breathing could be heard. His chest heaved up and down, feelings of confusion and betrayal were strong, and his hands were itching to hit something. Soon everything he was wearing was getting too tight. With a quick rip of his shirt, he removed the restricted clothing, leaving his chest completely bare. He could finally breathe but he was still itching with uneasiness.
Not paying attention to where anything was, he punched walls, ripped down everything and anything on his walls, destroyed his bed, anything he could get his hands on he threw or ripped up. He let out his anger and frustrations with a forceful, belching scream. So much so that he felt his throat clench up and his heart went heavy. Fuck this. Fuck you. Fuck this party. Fuck everything.
Bakugou wasn’t even going to go to this party. It was to be called off. But did this princess have tricks up her sleeve. His father had already met the princess before Bakugou could say anything.
“The marriage must go on!” his father insisted when Bakugou tried to call off the party and the engagement.
“But Father,” Bakugou tried to impose but was quickly shut down and Bakugou had to seal his lips.
“Silence!” The King’s voice echoed in the empty halls, silencing everything around him, including Bakugou. “What are we waiting for? Let the party begin.”
And so here he was, the only one not enjoying his time. He watched as everyone around him was dancing the night away. Couples waltzing their way through the dance floor put Bakugou in a sour mood. That could have been you and him.
Bakugou shook his head from any thoughts of you. Why would you pop up in his mind out of all people? You were a traitor. A liar. A no good peasant who was using him and for what? Tch, he didn’t need you. In fact, he didn’t need anybody.
“Hello, my prince,” the princess said sweetly yet sarcastically to Bakugou, batting her eyelashes like she was so innocent. Bakugou didn’t even spare her a glance.
“What do you want?” he spat. And the princess did not like that.
“Watch yourself, your highness. We are in public. Don’t want to cause a scene,” she warned. Bakugou could only scoff at her.
“Oh, princess. Don’t you know who I am?” he asked and leaned into her, close enough where his breath was on her ear. “You better back off before I slice your head right off those pretty shoulders of yours. How’s that for a scene for ya?” The princess slowly backed away, clearing her throat as she softly touched her neck.
“I don’t want this marriage anymore than you do,” the princess said.
“Then call it off,” Bakugou rubbed his forehead. He had a headache now.
“You know that is impossible,” the princess argued.
“Nothing is impossible.”
“It’s for the good of both kingdoms. At least pretend that I’m her,” she said. But Bakugou was quick to get in front of her, blocking her view of everything and he was the only one she could see.
“Don’t you ever speak of her again,” Bakugou warned, making the princess shrink in fear. He hadn’t gotten a good look at the princess until now. She looked a lot like you. For a minute, he thought she was you. His emotions faltered for a minute and his heart did a leap, but it wasn’t until he really looked was where he noticed the difference.
He let out one huff and backed off, slouching in his chair again. The princess frowned and continued to sit next to him the entire night, frowning that you had made the prince feel like this.
You had returned back to the palace, with the help of a few guards who escorted you back the entire way. In handcuffs, might you add. With the courtesy of the princess, she had allowed you to return back to being a servant, but got demoted to lower servant. You would no longer be serving the princess directly. Instead, you would be getting all the hard labor jobs. And if need be, then an extra hand for the princess.
You didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed. Relieved, because you were still alive. The princess could have had you killed. But here you were, still working at the palace, doing the same job, able to live another day. She was being lenient towards you and you should be grateful.
But on the other hand, you were disappointed. Disappointed that you were back to living this life again.
As soon as you got back to the palace, you were placed to work. And of course, the girls wanted to know everything that happened.
“What was the Blood Prince like?”
“Did he try to kill you?”
“Why were you there so long?”
“Where was the princess?”
“Are the rumors true?”
There were so many questions yet you didn’t know what to say. You were not in the mood nor in the position to say anything about the vicious blood prince.
“Girls, I just came home. Must you know this very moment?” you tried to steer the conversation away.
“You’ve been gone so long, we just have to know!” one of the girls persisted. You knew you weren’t getting out of this any time soon. Just say something and maybe they’ll leave you alone.
“The Prince… is nothing like the rumors,” you simply say and put on your familiar servant outfit that felt foreign on your skin.
“What was the Prince like then?”
“Was he kind?”
“Or more vicious and blood-thirsty than we thought?”
Your eyes welled with tears when thinking back to your memories together and what could have been. A sad smile appeared on your lips but was quickly turned upside down. What could have been? What will never happen. You were no longer living in a dream. You were back to the reality that you are a servant. Here to serve the princess. Not marry a Prince. Become Queen? You couldn’t have pulled that off anyway.
Strangely, it felt good to be back to a place that was so familiar to you. You were back to roaming the familiar halls, talking to the same girls you grew up with, doing the same chores that was ingrained in your mind. But now you longed for something different. Something better than here. You now longed for a life that wasn’t here. After experiencing a world outside the palace, you realized how big the world was. You realized how much you were missing out on by being trapped inside the palace walls. But that reality didn’t seem plausible either at this point.
It wasn’t long until you were able to laugh, joke, and gossip around with the girls, getting accustomed back to your old life. You were helping the royal doctor grind up some medicinal herbs when you heard news of the princess coming back home. It was urgent that every servant was to greet her when she got home. So you dropped everything you were doing to join your place with the rest of the girls, bowing your heads down, waiting for the princess to arrive.
With one wide swing of the double doors, in came the princess. She walked slow and deliberate, taking her time to take each step. It was quiet. Only the sounds of her heels clicking on the ground could be heard. Her footsteps were coming closer to you and for some reason, it was making you nervous.
Step. Step. Step.
Until you heard her footsteps come to a halt and she was standing right in front of you. You gulped but tried your best to keep a poker face. The princess turned to you and lifted your chin up with a fan she held in her hand. She wouldn’t dare touch you with her bare hands. You had closed your eyes before your eyes reached the princess. You couldn’t look royalty in the face, especially not after what happened.
The princess took a good look at your face and let out an annoyed click of her tongue before harshly letting go and continued on her way. You could only bow back down and step back into place, blending in with the rest of the girls.
You had thought that you had gotten your old life back when returning to the palace, but you were treated more cruelly than before. You were demoted to a general servant, doing more labor than most servants. You weren’t supposed to be serving right under the princess. But she was calling your name any chance she got.
“Where is (y/n)?!”
“I want (y/n) to do this!”
“Fetch (y/n) for me!”
“Why is (y/n) not here!”
The princess demanded for you at least 20 times throughout the day, making you stop in the middle of your work to tend to her. The princess never really needed you. She just wanted you to run around, making you more tired than you should be. But because you couldn’t do your work properly due to her highness constantly calling for you, you were being punished.
You couldn’t count how many times her hand made contact to your cheek, the sharp pain was becoming regular to you now, because her laundry wasn’t done properly or you were being too slow. Your cheek was a constant red color with slight swelling. The other girls watched as you were getting smacked around and punished more than them.
The girls had to look away when one day. The princess snapped, making you lay out your hands as she used a stick to whip your hands. You wanted to cry out in pain but the more you resisted, the harder she hit you and the more slaps you were going to have to endure.
Granted, the royal doctor would treat you behind the royals back because you were so close to them, basically like a daughter more than an apprentice. But you would have to go back to work the next day to hide suspicion. And the punishments didn’t stop there.
Hot tea was spilt on you too many times to count, daily smacks in the face, more running around, being spat on, more beatings, marks and bruises all over your body. You couldn’t catch a break. And all you could do was apologize. Over and over again, you apologized. In the moment, you may not have done anything wrong, but she was the princess. Everything and anything you did to upset her, you were at fault. So you kept your head bowed to the floor, taking any punishments she gave you. Because you deserved it. She’s holding a grudge against you because you didn’t follow her commands to break off the engagement. She has every right to do whatever she wants to you. You were in the wrong. You deserved all the punishments. Because you were a servant, and that’s all you were ever going to be.
A/N: I’d love to know your thoughts and if you want to be added to the tag list! All are welcome!
Tagged: @superblyspeedydragon @melasnchz-things @animexholic @bkgwrites @sam-i-am-1025 @apexqueenie @katsukibabe @germfart3 @tspice283 @angie-1306 @bakugous-trauma @bakugousmrs @random-fandom-girl-24 @monetfatalia @triviajeongin @readingslumpfanfic @softredrobin @daddy-daichis @stardream14 @bevaevar @cathwritestragediesnotsins @luvtaromilktea @aaannaabbanana@i-ameri-cant @shyonigirichan @aomi04 @anime-for-live @maggiecc @cloudsgathering @backoftheletter @moshi-moshi-angie015 @sabrinakishi @thegirlfrom-rio
#bakugou x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugou katsuki#mha bakugou#bnha bakugou#bakugou fluff#bakugou romance#bakugou drama#bakugou angst#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#bakugou imagine#bnha imagine#bnha art#bakugou#the blood king and his queen
190 notes
·
View notes
Text
Between The Bloodshed | Chapter 2
Genre: Mafia!AU, Angst, Romance, Fluff
Pairing: OT7 x Reader
Characters: Doctor!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook
Summary: Being a freelance doctor, this was just supposed to be any other job, helping a private client and taking care of him through his recovery. But you were not expecting to get caught in something so much darker that would change your life entirely.
Already from day 1, this house seems to be more bustling than you expected. As you interact with each family member, you notice their different personalities and characters.
Warning: This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. It may contain depictions of violence, blood shed/ gore and mentions of abuse. Please read at your own discretion.
When you woke up the next morning, you took 5 minutes to stare at the ceiling. Despite being a person with your job, you still weren’t a morning person. You pulled yourself out of bed, opening the curtains and heading into your bathroom. You changed into a button up shirt and a skirt.
“Good morning, doctor. I’m here to take you down for breakfast.” A butler bowed as you opened the door.
“Morning. Thank you.” You forced a smile. You followed him downstairs, walking in the same dining room as the night before. Mentally, you groaned at the thought of the awkward meal.
“I think I’ll skip going to the dining room. Do you have a coffee machine around here?” You asked him. The butler seemed flustered by your words.
“But the masters request that you sit with them.” He said.
“I will... I just need my coffee first.” You rubbed the back of your neck. You really didn’t want to go in but at the same time, you weren’t going to make this man’s life difficult. The butler bowed, gesturing in another direction and you followed him. You saw the coffee machine and let out a sigh of relief. Walking over, you began to make coffee.
“Can I have a big glass? Filled with ice, please.” You requested. He nodded, scurrying away quickly to get you what you need. Anything to get you into that dining room as soon as possible.
“This is a nice machine.” You noted, pouring the espresso shots over the ice and filling the rest of it with water. You stuck your metal straw into it.
“I’ll go to the dining room. Thank you.” You told the butler, walking to the dining room yourself.
“Good morning, doc.” Jin waved as you entered.
“Morning.” You waved lazily, taking the same seat that you took last night. A breakfast tray was placed in front of you. There was some rice porridge and side dishes.
“How was your sleep?” Namjoon asked.
“It was okay.” You said with a small shrug, putting a small piece of kimchi into your mouth. You were never really a breakfast person because eating in the morning made your stomach feel weird. All you really needed was tons coffee to get you going.
“Good morning, (y/n).” Jimin came in with a yawn, his hair all messy up and clothes all wrinkled.
“Morning, Jimin.” You replied nonchalantly. The other boys looked at each other as you and Jimin called each other by first name. Jimin just sat down beside you, picking his chopsticks up.
“Uh, doc?” Jungkook’s head poked into the dining room. Stopping your chewing, you turned to see him.
“Have you started work?” He asked.
“Good morning to you too, Jungkook sshi. And yes, hold on a sec.” You wiped your mouth, grabbing your coffee and walked over to him. Once away from the others, Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck with a nervous smile. You raised an eyebrow and that was when your eyes trailed down to the end of his long sleeved shirt.
“Show me.” You said. Jungkook pulled his sleeves up, showing his bruised and bloodied knuckles.
“Can you patch them up?” You nodded over to your office and he followed behind you. As you pushed open the door, you turned the lights on and placed your coffee mug on the table. Jungkook stood there, blinking.
“Umm...”
“Sit there.” You told him as you went to wash your hands by the sink. Jungkook sat down on the chair and you grabbed your first aid kit.
“Hold still.” You told him as you placed the antiseptic on a cotton wool, dabbing it on the scabs. Jungkook winced in pain, letting out a few curses as you continued to clean the wounds.
“Can you be a little gentler?” He hissed.
“I’m sure you weren’t gentle when you got these either. If you can get this hurt, this pain should be nothing.” You replied, not looking up at him. Placing the bloodied cotton onto a tray, you threw it away and washed your hands again. Sitting back down, you took the bandages out.
“You’re done.” You fastened the gauze with metal clips.
“Aren’t you going to ask me what happened?” Jungkook asked as you retreated to keep the first aid kit.
“Do you want me to ask?” You asked back. Jungkook pursed his lips, scrunching his nose. You chuckled at his expression, he reminded you a child.
“Then let’s just say you have a bad temper, hmm?” You teased as you sat down at your desk. Jungkook scoffed at your words but stood up. he saluted at you before he left the office.
“I’m here.” The door slammed open. You looked up from your computer.
“Good morning, Yoongi sshi. You seem to be in a good mood.” You said as you got up from your seat. Yoongi stood by the doorway, rolling his eyes.
“I already told Namjoon I don’t need a babysitter.” Yoongi scowled.
“It’s not a babysitter, Yoongi sshi. I’m just helping you with your physiotherapy. The sooner you get that shoulder moving again, the sooner we can get this bulky cast off and you’ll be as good as new. Wouldn’t you like to wear normal shirts and pants again?” You sighed as you slowly helped him to unfasten his cast but he glared at you.
“Don’t speak like you know.”
“I’m simply hinting that this flannel and track pants combination doesn’t really work but hey, if you think it works, then you do you.” You shrugged. Yoongi growled in annoyance, obviously not liking your job.
“Okay, okay, calm down. Geez, tough crowd.” You shook your head. Yoongi rolled his eyes.
“You’ll need to remove your shirt so I can check your wound. If the stitches have not closed, we can’t start therapy or your wounds might reopen.” You told him.
“Fine.” You let him unbutton his shirt and lower it to see the incision. You hummed in approval at the condition of his post surgery shoulder.
“Alright. You’re good to start.” You said and he buttoned up his shirt again. You moved to stand in front of him and as you gently held his wrist, you could feel him stiffen. Obviously, you weren’t going to call him out on his nervousness. Patients were always guarded around injuries.
“Slowly. Relax.” You said softly and began to help him.
“Does this hurt?” You asked. He shook his head and you continued to slowly move him through his exercises. Slowly, Yoongi began to lose the sour look on his face and just did what you told him to do.
“That hurt!” Yoongi barked.
“Sorry, I guess that is your maximum movement for now. Hold on.” Taking a pen, you scribbled this down on your notepad.
“Good to continue?” You asked him. He looked away but nodded his head. You continued to do some small exercises with him. You smiled mentally as you felt him start to relax.
KNOCK KNOCK
“Who is it?” You called out.
“Jin!”
“I’m kind of busy at the moment. Is it important?” You said, still focused on Yoongi. Yoongi was quite surprised that you were able to focus on him even with Jin talking to you through the door but of course, he didn’t show it. You had a small frown on your face and you were biting your lower lip, showing how focused you were.
“I noticed you didn’t really touch your breakfast so I brought you a snack.” Jin continued.
“I’m good. Not a breakfast person. Thanks though.” You replied. After that, you heard Jin’s retreating footsteps. Your eyes moved to the clock and you saw how much time has passed.
“That’s all for today.” You gave a small smile and pulled away. Grabbing his sling, you began strapping him back.
“You may feel a little sore but it’s normal after your first session. If it’s unbearable, I’ll give you a light painkiller.” You told him. Yoongi just stared at you.
“Depending on how you feel after this session, we might have our next one in 5 days. If you’re too sore from today, we’ll just wait a week.” You told him as you walked him to the door. Yoongi nodded but didn’t spare you another glance before walking out.
“You’re welcome, I guess.” You mumbled before closing the door and sitting back down.
“(y/n)!” The door opened and Jimin came bounding in with Hoseok behind him. Hoseok placed down a tray of snacks with some drinks.
“Busy morning?” Hoseok asked.
“Nope.” You shook your head as you continued typing your notes for Yoongi’s physiotherapy session. Also, you had to plan the exercises for his next session with you.
“Still, you gotta eat. So we brought snacks. We can have you fainting on us, we don’t have another doctor on standby.” Hoseok said.
“Very funny.” You said sarcastically. There were some boiled eggs, fruit and kimbap pieces on the tray. You picked up a boiled egg, taking a bite as you continued reading your screen. Then you realised that Hoseok and Jimin were still there, taking the opportunity to explore your office. Hoseok laid down on the patient bed while Jimin sat on your stool.
“Don’t you guys have work to do?” You asked.
“Not us. We don’t actually work as much as you think we do.” Jimin said, spinning around on your stool.
“What about you?” Hoseok propped his head up, resting it on his palm.
“Do my own work. Unless someone needs my help.” You replied. Namjoon’s contract with you was simple, help the boys out when they needed it. Other than that, you were free to do whatever you wanted.
“I’m bored, let’s do something!” Jimin jumped up.
“Alright, have fun.” You replied, still looking at the screen and typing. The boys looked at each other before looking back at you.
“You’re coming with us.” Hoseok declared.
“No thanks.” You waved them off. They were going to protest when there was a knock on the door. Taehyung stood there, a slight frown on his face. You finally looked away from your screen and up at him. Taehyung cleared his throat, waving his phone around.
“Namjoon hyung has been trying to contact you guys! Don’t you know how to answer your phones?” He glared.
“What’s up, Tae?” Jimin asked.
“Issues.” Taehyung looked at you and you rolled your eyes. This was your office anyway, not like you were eavesdropping or anything. Taehyung grabbed Hoseok and Jimin, pulling them out of the room.
“Finally, some peace and quiet.” You sighed, standing up. You stretched your back and arms. Grabbing the stool that Jimin was previously sitting on, you sat in front of your medicine cabinet and began to check the drugs, as well as noting down what was missing from the list that you had given Namjoon. At the same time, you refilled the first aid kit.
“Back so soon?” You spoke as you heard the door open but didn’t turn around. There being no reply, you turned to see Namjoon there.
“Namjoon sshi? What can I help you with?” You stood up.
“There has been an emergency at one of our work places. Do you think you could... come with us?” He asked. You blinked at him for a second before nodding your head.
“You’re the boss.” You grabbed the first aid boxes. Slipping your white coat on, you followed him out and into the foyer.
“She’s going?” Yoongi asked, lounging on the couch.
“Yes.” Namjoon said, grabbed his car keys. Before you could follow, someone grabbed your wrist to stop you. You turned around to see Jin grabbing you. Namjoon stopped as well, turning to look at the oldest.
“No. Namjoon, not on her first day. Doc, go back to your office.” Jin said sternly. This was too much drama for day 1. You didn’t know who you should listen to. Suddenly, someone poked the space between your shoulder blades behind you to get you to start walking.
“Go.” Jungkook nodded to the hallway. You turned back to give him slight look for doing that but didn’t protest, walking back to your office.
-
You stayed in your office the entire day. The boys all left and Yoongi had returned to his room so you decided to do some reading alone. The door opened and someone came in, making you look up.
“Dinner?” Hoseok asked, a butler behind him with a tray.
“Sure.” You closed the book you were reading and went to wash your hands. Hoseok sat down as the butler placed the tray down.
“Leave us.” Hoseok waved him off. The butler bowed and left the office. You sat down and picked up your rice bowl in one hand with your chopsticks in another. Hoseok did the same.
“Coming in.” Taehyung burst open, trudging in with heavy footsteps. He sat down on the patient bed with his own bowl in his hand. You watched him and finally noticed something. You stood up and headed over to him, placing your hand over his. Taehyung stopped chewing, eyes casting up to stare at your through his fringe.
“What?”
“Your hand.” You spoke softly. Taehyung put his bowl down, resting his chopsticks over as he let you grab his hand. You turned it over, showing the blisters on the palm.
“Let me treat this?” You asked. Taehyung nodded and you grabbed your first aid kit. Squeezing some cream onto a q-tip, you dabbed it on his scabs.
“Oww...” He cringed.
“Sorry.” You placed small band aids over the more open wounds, letting the others heal on their own with the air.
“Keep your hands clean and you can remove the band aids tomorrow. Here, apply this too.” You handed him the tube of antiseptic cream. Taehyung held the small tube in his hands before slipping it into his pocket. He picked up his bowl to continue eating as you washed your hands.
“You are definitely an observant one, doc.” Hoseok grinned as you sat back down to finish your dinner.
“My job is to care for your health and wellbeing, I kinda have to be observant. If patients were always truthful with what was bothering them, a lot of people would be jobless now.” You laughed.
“Right. Also, call me Hoseok. Just like you do with Jimin.” Hoseok said and you nodded.
“Likewise.” You smiled. Taehyung didn’t say anything, jumping off the bed and heading out the door with his empty bowl in his hand.
“Ignore him. We’ve all had a long day. Hence the informal dinner.” Hoseok explained. You nodded your head. You weren’t really bothered by Taehyung’s attitude. Like you’ve mentioned when you came, you’re here as an employee to the family. What their mannerisms were or how they felt about you didn’t really affect you, as long as it doesn’t interfere with your work.
“What are you reading now?” Hoseok changed the subject.
“It’s reading to study, actually. I’m hoping to learn new physiotherapy techniques or osteopathy.” You explained.
“Wow, I’ll leave you to that then. Goodnight, (y/n).” Hoseok stood up, carrying the tray of empty dishes.
“Goodnight, Hoseok.” You smiled. He smiled at you and left the room. You stretched your arms up, turning off your computer and packed up your things. The door opened and Yoongi stood there.
“I need medicine.” He mumbled.
“Hmm, I’m guess that you have finished the medication the doctor gave you after the surgery?” You asked as you went to your medicine cabinet. Yoongi let out a grunt in reply as you looked through and found a mildly sedating painkiller for him to take.
“Here. It’s not as strong as the one the doctor gave but it’ll still make you a little sleepy.” You handed him the little dish with the pill and went to pour him a glass of water from the jug you had.
“Anything else?” You asked him. Yoongi shook his head and stood up, leaving the office.
“Goodnight, Yoongi sshi!” You called out with him with a smile on your face. Gathering the rest of the things, you turned off the lights and headed out.
“Hey, doc.” As soon as you walked out, you saw Namjoon standing there, a bottle of beer in his hand. He looked tired but forced a smile. You bowed your head slightly and gave a small wave.
“I should apologise for earlier. I’m not usually that... reckless.” He rubbed the back of his neck.
“No worries, Namjoon sshi.” You shrugged.
“I hope I didn’t scare you.”
“It’s going to take quite a bit to scare me, unfortunately. So I wouldn’t sweat it.” You chuckled. Namjoon finally gave a genuine smile, laughing along with you as he nodded. You saluted to him and headed back to the direction of your room. You took a nice shower and called your mother to speak to her for a while, as well as seek some advice over some health concepts with her.
“Are you sure you’re safe?”
“Don’t worry, omma. I’m fine.” You sighed as you sat on your bed.
“Alright, you’re old enough to make your own decisions. Goodnight, dear. I’ll speak to you soon.”
“Likewise.” You replied and hung up. Standing up, you went to the window to draw the curtains before you went to bed. You saw Jungkook pacing around the gazebo, talking to Jimin who seemed disinterested as he laid on the bench like the night before.
You hadn’t realised that they saw you staring as both stopped, meeting eyes with you. Jungkook just blinked while Jimin smirked, waving at you.
“Goodnight.” You scoffed, even though you knew they couldn’t hear you, and closed the curtains.
“It’s only day 1.” You massaged your temples, falling back down onto the bed. These boys were definitely going to be different from all the other families that you have worked with before.
~~
Ko-fi link
Series Masterlist
Tag list
@veronawrites @diamonddia-mond @georgie-me-myself-i @saveme-imfine @openup-yourmind @purelyecstacy @nlost21 @yiyi4657 @kimmieloveswho @i-like-puppy-mg @cait-with-luv @s-tae-rrynight @supertweetycherry @carolinexkpop @unatempesta-dipensieri @telepathylftv @taradevonne @top-crop @ifellinluvwithdorks @lovvliies @bt21chim @kpopiskpopyunho @egm09 @designjet @lasagnaisjustspaghetticake @3musez @bangtansleftnut
#kpop#kpop series#kpop scenarios#bts#bts series#bts scenarios#bts x reader#bts x y/n#poly!bts#bts poly#poly!bts x reader#poly bts#bts mafia au#bts mafia#bts mafia series#mafia#mafia au#mafia!au#mafia!bts#ot7#ot7 x reader#ot7 bts#bts ot7#mafia bts
952 notes
·
View notes
Text
Anniversary(Husband!Shoto Todoroki x Wife!Reader)
A.N: I'm just in love with husband Shoto(I mean I'm in love with all that he does) and I had the inspiration to write a little something with him(I mean most of the space in my head is for him). Also, if it's cheesy I'm sorry(I don't know why but I kinda like cheesy stuff(you can judge me TwT))
Have fun reading!
Genre:Fluff <3
Warnings: Mentions of sexual activity, Female prounons and description(She/Her), Consomation of champagne,throwing up at the end
"Baby?"
"Love?"
"Honey?"
"The love of my life?"
"Wake up please",he was pouting at this point
You were already awake but you just wanted to play with him a little. You were trying not to laugh but he could still hear you
"I know you're awake I hear you trying not to laugh -_-"
"Please?"
"Fine I can't anymore", you said laughing
"I knew you were awake. Come here love",he showed you to go in his arms. You went in and relaxed in his hold.
"I took the day off for me and you for our special day",he muffled his face on the top of your head.
"That's awesome! We will get the opportunity to be together all day! I love you so much!"
"I love you too My Love", he kissed the top of you head.
Today was your 3 years mariage anniversary. He was the best husband you could ask for and the last 3 years were so beautiful.
"Do you want to do something in particular? It's all your choice baby."
"It's OUR special day not mine!", you said laughing a bit
"But I want to treat you like a queen today"
"You treat me like a queen everyday Shoto. Plus, I have a surprise for you tonight"
"I thought the surprise was last night ;)"
"Sho!", you blushed a bit
"We're married now, it's normal that we do this kind of stuff", he smirked a bit at you
"Anyways, how about we go take breakfast at a cafe and we'll see what we'll do from there okay?"
"Sounds good to me."
You both dressed up and got ready for your wondeful day full of love and happiness.
You arrived at the cafe and waited for your turn. When some guys were looking at you, Shoto putted an arm around your waist to show and tell them in silence: "You can look but she's mine"
You both took your orders and as you were about to pay, he took his credit card and payed for the both of you. You went in the corner to wait for your order. You looked and whispered/yelled:
"Shoto! I could've payed you know.", you pouted.
"I know Love, but I want to be the best husband ever today"
"You are the best husband everyday!"
"Thank you Love. I will let you treat me later okay? Didn't you also say you had a surprise?"
"Oh yeah that's right!"
"Order number 23."
"Thank you have a nice day!",you said at the server.
You both sat at a table and talked about how your jobs have been doing and other random stuff. He listened to you all the way and looked at you with loving eyes.
"How did I get so lucky to have someone so beautiful has her.", he thought.
"You know? It kinda reminds me of our days in U.A."
"How so?"
"When you brought me to some places and always payed for me with your dad's credit card.", he laughed a bit.
"Yeah you're right.", he cupped you cheek and you melted into the touch.
"It was a while ago"
You both finished eating and decided to go to the beach. It was a beautiful day and what is better than taking some sun on the side of a beach? Almost nothing. So, you both went home and packed your stuff to go to the beach.
You arrived and installed your chairs(you know like this thing):
Link of the image
You had putted your suimsuits under your clothes so you removed your shirt and pants just to be in your suimsuit. Shoto looked at you and blushed a bit at sight.
"So beautiful", he thought
He also removed his shirt to leave himself in only his swimming tracks and it was your turn to blush(I mean have you seen his freaking abs?! >///<) You sat on your chairs and relaxed for a while. He was holding your hand while you were both sleeping. You both had a stressfull week and taking time for the both of you was just perfect. Of course, due to the fact you were both pre heroes(him on third place and you on fifth place), got greeted by fans when you were awake(We love respecting fans >:3). After that, you went in the water and you then splashed water at him.
"Oh you're in for it Love."
He throwed back water at you and you both started a water war. You were both smiling and laughing and you suddlenly gave Shoto a loving look. He stopped splashing water and looked at you.
"What are you doing Love looking at me like that?", he smirked a bit.
"I'm glad to see you so happy and laughing. It warms my heart.", you smiled at him and he got closer to you.
"It's all because of you My Love. You helped me get over my past and you made me the happiest man on earth. I still thank Midoriya for making me know more about you on that the day we had a real conversation for the first time. What did I do to deserve a so beautiful princess like you in my life?",he cupped your cheek.
"And what did I do to deserve a handsome Icy-Hot prince in my life?"
He brought you behind a big rock where no one could see you both and started kissing you. He putted his hand on your hip.
"Is it okay if I put my hand on your hip?", even after years of marriage he wants to make sure you feel comfortable and doesn't want to disrespect your boundries.
"It's totally okay Sho.", you smiled sweetly at him and after he went back to kissing you.
When it was time to go back home you packed back your stuff and went back to your house. You asked him if he could dress up in his suit and he told you that he would be glad to (have you seen Shoto in a suit?! It's beautiful TwT(ok I'm gonna stop now haha)).
You putted your beautiful dress that you had bought recently. It was your favorite color and was looking like this:
Link of the image(You can always imagine something else this is just an idea :D )
He was waiting for you because you took a bit more time to get ready. When you got out of the bathroom, his eyes widened and he was looking at you in awe. You were like the most beautiful angel he ever saw and he thinks he's blessed to have you in his life.
"My Love...Wow..."
"Thank you", you blushed a bit at his reaction.
"Are you ready for your surprise?"
"Of course My Love."
You both went in the car and you drived to the place. He was curious of where you were taking him. When you arrived, you told him to close his eyes and that you were going to guide him. He felt that he was sitting down and you told him to open his eyes. He opened them and saw the fancy place you brought him to. Your were in a fancy restaurant and you were just the two of you alone in a room with a table and candles.
"You're the one who always brings me to fancy restaurants like this, so I decided to surprise you by doing an uno reverse card. I'm sorry if it's not very original".
"It's perfect My Love", he kisses your cheek.
"Welcome to our place tonight. I'll be your server today. Would you like to have something to drink?"
"We'll take two glasses of your choice of champagne please",you ask.
"Of course. Here are the menus I'll be back".
You both look at the menu and choose your meals. The server comes back with two champagne glasses and a bottle of champagne. You tell them your orders and they go do their stuff. While you wait, you just enjoy each others presence and live a wonderful moment.
"To our marriage!",you said while bringing your glass in the air.
"To our mariage!",he says looking at you with his eyes full of love.
The server brought you both your meals and you enjoyed it fully. After dinner, he hears a song playing. He reconizes the song,it's your wedding song.
"What did you plan Love?",he smiles at you.
He stands up and bows to you.
"Will you give me this dance My Lady?(Cat Noir vibes)",he asks you.
"With pleasure", you take his hand to stand up to go dance.
He puts one of his hand on your hips and the other holds one of your hand, while your other hand is on his shoulder. You both dance in each others arms and it's like you both are stuck in your own little world. It was one of the most beautiful night you spent together and it's a day you will never forget.
The next day:
The next morning, you wake up before Shoto because of a weird feeling. You look at him to admire his beautiful sleepy face, but you then start to feel sick. You get out of the bed the fastest possible and run to the bathroom. You start to throw up and cough in the toilet. Shoto hears the noises, gets up to go to in front of the bathroom and knocks on the door.
"Baby? Are you okay in there?"
"I'm just throwing up it's fine. It will pass."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. You have to go to work and I don't want to put you late. I'll call sick and go to the doctor if it can reassure you okay?"
"Okay. I love you."
"Love you too."
A.N: I will end it here for now! I'll make a part 2 as soon as possible, but I think you get where this is going to ;)
I think you also saw that Shoto called you beautiful many times and that's because I want all of you to feel loved and beautiful. I live with insecurities, but I try each day to get over them and I know it's hard. Remember that you are loved and cared for!
Until part 2 or my next post, have a nice day or night! <3
#shoto x y/n#shoto fluff#shoto fanfiction#shoto torodoki#todoroki shouto#todoroki x reader#todoroki x y/n#bnha#my hero academia scenarios#mha x reader#mha fanfiction#todoroki fluff#todoroki fanfiction#shoto todoroki#shoto todoroki x reader#shoto todoroki x you#shoto todoroki x y/n#mha imagines#mha todoroki#mha shoto#shoto x reader#mha x y/n#bnha todoroki#bnha shoto x reader#bnha shoto todoroki#todoroki shōto#my hero academia#mha#bnha imagines#husband shoto todoroki
190 notes
·
View notes
Note
hello love? could i request a fluffy lipton fic? xoxo
For sure ! Thank you anon for this request, the part of romance inside of me loved having to write this one!
Taglist: @supervalcsi @ourmiraclealigner @iilovemusic12us @50svibes @tvserie-s-world . Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist.
Take care of you. (Carwood Lipton x reader)
Kneeling in front of the house she'd lived in with Lip in North Carolina since he'd returned from the war, Y/N was busy pulling weeds from the flowerbed she'd worked so hard to grow and worked just as hard to maintain. She passed the back of her wrist over her forehead and raised her head towards the sun, which was beating down hard for the beginning of April.
After the last few weeks of rain and gloom, the few rays of sunshine that had lit up the sky that morning had made her want to get out and enjoy the good weather by keeping busy outdoors, she had not expected the heat to be so strong that afternoon. She took off her gardening gloves and collected her equipment before straightening up painfully and taking the path to the house. Climbing the white-painted wooden steps, she placed her gloves and pruning shears on the small table on the porch and went inside to cool off. She went into the kitchen and opened the fridge, taking out the lemonade she had made that morning and then taking two glasses out of the cupboard. It was 5:30 and Lip would be home soon. Putting the two glasses on the table she let out a sigh. How long had she been comfortable in this life of a perfect housewife, having the same routine day after day, like clockwork, waiting for her husband to come home. Never before would she have thought she would have enjoyed this way of life, and yet. Everything went so fast after Lip returned from Europe. She had spent two years waiting for him, two years exchanging letters, waking up every morning with a lump in her stomach in constant anticipation of some terrible announcement. The news of the end of the war and his return had brought her immense relief and when she had seen him get off the train on that autumn morning in 1944, the ordeal of the last few years had vanished and she had longed only for a peaceful life with him, a peaceful life that he deserved after the hell he had been through. She didn't see herself becoming the perfect housewife, and sometimes she wished she hadn't. She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard the front door close, Lip had just returned.
“Darling, I’m home.”
Life too quiet or not, Carwood's return always provoked the same thing in her, day after day, and she would not have liked to do without it for anything in the world. The joy she felt, the excitement that made her heart beat faster, just by his return. He hung his jacket on the coat rack in the hallway and placed his briefcase at the foot of it before heading for the kitchen, a smile lighting up his face as he saw his wife in the halo of light from the window.
"Did you have a good day?"
She asked him as she poured lemonade into one of the glasses. He walked over to her and took her in his arms, wrapping his arms around her waist, placing a kiss on her forehead. Y/N let go of the carafe and slid her hands over his shoulders.
"A whole bunch of meetings, stuck inside in this weather." She smiled, knowing full well that he would have preferred to have stayed home and tinkered outside. "What have you been up to today?"
"Nothing very interesting, I stayed quiet.”
"Quiet you say?" She nodded.
"Nothing special?" He asks more, she nodded.
"You stayed quiet, and you didn't make any effort?" She nodded again. "I know you've been out gardening.” Just as she was about to open her mouth to protest he gently ran his thumb over her forehead as if to remove something. She changed her mind when she saw his gaze lose its intensity and concern after he had put his thumb to his forehead and wiped off a trace of dirt.
"Don't lie to me, you have dirt on your forehead." His voice became deeper.
"Lip ..."
"Y/N, you know what the doctor said." Her heart clenched as she heard a hint of disappointment from her in his voice.
"It wasn't a big effort."
"It was still one too many efforts, a whole afternoon in the sun!"
"You know I can't just sit around doing nothing! It's been too long already and I can't go on like this for another two months!"
He sighed and pulled away from her, taking a step back, one hand on his waist, running the other over his face.
"You were there, you heard what the doctor said, you have to be careful, it's not good for you or the baby. Whether you accept it or not, you must avoid straining yourself, this pregnancy is already tiring you out too much, you must take it easy."
"But I already take it easy all the time Lip!" She raised her voice not in anger but in despair. "I don't do anything. Ever since we moved here I've done nothing. That's easy for you to say, you work all day, you're busy. But I, I'm not doing anything!"
His expression softened when he realised what she was talking about and he moved closer to her, taking her hands between his, bringing them to his lips to place a kiss on them.
"Oh darling. Why didn't you tell me this before?"
"Because I wanted to be a good wife. That's what all good wives do, they stay home and take care of their working husbands.”
"Honey, you know I .... You know that you have always had my support, and you will have it in every choice you make. Being a good wife doesn't come at the expense of your happiness and you don't have to stay cooped up here and take care of everything to be a good wife. You should have told me about this before.”
She felt bad that she thought he wouldn't accept her getting a job, since that's what it was all about. She felt bad for having had that kind of thought, when she knew very well that he wasn't like that.
"I just wanted you to have a normal life after all you've been through, have you seen how working women and moms, are looked at?"
He raised an eyebrow a slight smile stretching the corner of his lips.
"And since when do you care what other people say? After coming back from Europe any life would have been normal. I know you always care about doing the best for those around you, that you always want to put others and their welfare before your own, but this time it's you who need to take care of yourself, both of you. I've always sworn to take care of you, there's no way you're going to put your own desires before anyone else's. Soon we'll have the most important person in our lives to take care of, and that'll be enough for you to worry too much about the others around."
Dear God, this man was wise. He was right, nothing would soon matter more than the child they were going to have, all she had to worry about was this little thing to come, her and her husband who would always look after her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a kiss on his cheek.
"What would I do without you, Mr. Lipton?
"Oh I don't doubt you'd be fine, it's me who'd be lost without you.” He joked before pulling her close to him. "Raising a child is a monstrous task, but there will be two of us in this adventure, and if there is anyone who will know how to reconcile the roles of mother and working woman, it is you. Never have any doubts about that and never let anyone tell you otherwise.”
"I'm very lucky to have you Carwood Lipton."
"I'm the lucky one to have you, Mrs. Lipton."
She took his face tenderly in her hands before placing a kiss on his lips, to which he responded lovingly. For a moment they stood in the kitchen, embracing each other in the warm light of the late afternoon sun, both happy for the chance they had found each other just a few years before and had made it through the trials of the war, and now prepared for the new adventure of their lives, which would not be easy either, but knowing that they could both rely on each other, as they always had done.
32 notes
·
View notes
Photo
@snarkyship is a true genius. I commission this Stark Family Portrait and I couldn’t be happier. I wrote a little fic to accompany this fabulous Picture. hope you all enjoy.
Stark Family Picture Day
By Sukora Kurai
Tony sighed over the counter in the communal kitchen. He had been there since dawn when he asked Jarvis what day it was. Then his trusty AI informed him of an importance of this month. Now he was stuck with what to do now.
“Hey Tony what’s got you down?”
“Hey Capsicle, I’m doomed.”
“Oh come on Tony, it can’t be that bad you are an Avenger.” Steve smiled as he got out food to make omelets for the Team, and greeted the in coming members. “Morning Nat, morning Bruce.”
“Morning Steve, what’s wrong with Tony?” Bruce greeted heading to the stove to put the kettle on for his morning tea.
“Not sure I found him like this.” Steve stated cracking some eggs into a bowl.
“His and Loki’s anniversary is this month and he has no idea what to get him.” Nat answered pouring a large mug of coffee.
Tony shot up in his seat and stared slack jawed. “How could you possibly know that?”
“It’s my job as a shield Agent and Pepper’s PA to keep tabs on you. So it is well documented when you clumsily asked Loki to be your boyfriend during the Lord of the Rings Marathon where you bought out the AMC Theater for the day.” The Spy shrugged ignoring the fact that all her team mates stared at her in horror. All were now wondering what she had on them in those SHIELD files.
“So Tony, you have and anniversary coming up? Have you though about what Loki might like?” Steve coughed drawing the conversation back to the main topic.
“No, I don’t. What does one give a god especially one that has magic and can make anything appear out of thin air?” Tony waved his arms in frustration.
“That is a tough one but I’m sure anything you get him will be fine. Loki loves you Tony.” Bruce tried to be supportive.
“I hope you will be putting more thought into the gift you give me next month for our anniversary.” Nat gave the Gamma Doctor a pointed before wandering out of the room to start her routine before heading out to work.
“Ha, I’m not the only one in hot water now!” Tony crowed at the look of devastation in his science-bro’s face.
“Tony, knock it off. Now in my day it was the thought that counted most. You should find what Loki cherishes the most. You find that then you can present to him in a meaningful way. It’s true he’s a prince and probably has had his other lovers throw jewels and meaningless expensive trinkets at him to win his affections. You know Loki better because you love him and he loves you.” Steve pointed out.
“Yeah, Lokes complains a lot about his life in Asgard and that there were many who wooed him just to get to Thor. At night when it’s just the two of us and RC snuggled between us he sighs soft and says what a perfect night it is. He never elaborates but I think it means that he likes just the quiet nights with us.” The genius eyes went glazed as he recalled the many nights he cuddled with his god. Then the idea hit him. “Hey Spangles, can you paint or do you just draw?”
“Huh,” Steve was caught off guard and almost dropped the omelet he was flipping. “I paint from time to time.”
“Don’t lie babe you are in your studio whenever can get the chance.” Bucky laughed entering the kitchen. “All the paintings in our apartment Stevie did.”
“Great! Can you do a portrait if I get you a picture?” Tony asked digging in to the ham and cheese omelet.
“Yeah, it might take two weeks maybe less depends on if we get called out or if SHIELD needs me.” The captain estimated placing another plate in front of his boyfriend.
“As long as it’s done before the end of the month we’re good. Jarvis start looking through my photos and pull out any possible portraits.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Delicious breakfast as usual Capsicle. I’ll get you the photo as soon as I find one.” Tony dumped his empty plate in sink and ran off to his lab.
Two hours later…
“None of these are good enough J.”
“Sir, might I suggest you take a new photo of you and Prince Loki.”
“Yeah and RC too, because she’s our baby. We can’t have a Family Portrait without all the family members. Where’s are RC now?”
“She is currently with Alpine in his play room.”
“Cool, I think I got the perfect outfit in mind.” Tony grinned as he ran to his emergency closet in the lab. Tony had put in the closet when he realized he destroyed a lot of his clothes during his inventing and building phases. Also there was a suit or two for the days he forgot he was supposed to be in a meeting and had to make a rush to the board room.
In the penthouse…
It had been a quiet morning with no call outs, no calls to Asgard and no need to go anywhere. Loki decided to enjoy the peace and quite lounging in his soft Asgardian casual clothes on the couch reading his mother’s spell journal.
“Hey there, Bambi! It’s Picture Day!”
“Anthony, what are you on about?” The prince looked up from his book to see his lover carrying their cat into the living room.
“Well Picture Day refers to the day school kids take pictures for the yearbook and photos are bought for family distribution. Anyways I want to have a family picture that was honest. I never had that growing up because Howard was an asshole and Maria, my mother, was frail. She loved me but she couldn’t express it because she was always ill. Now we have our own little family and I want a picture to put in the lab.”
“You want to take this picture now? Anthony, I look a mess and how did you get the bow on the cat?”
“Aww, you look gorgeous, love, as always. Anyways, I put a bow on our baby because RC loves to look pretty for her daddies. Don’t you sweetie.” Tony scratched under the kitty’s chin as they sat on couch next to the god.
“Mew,” RC purred.
“Fine, you win, where would you like to take the picture? Also what are you wearing? I don’t believe I’ve seen that outfit before, and what is on your feet?” Loki set his book aside and took in his lover’s appearance.
“Oh you like? I dressed in red and gold to match my shoes. I had these shoes made based on my Iron Man suit. I thought maybe putting them on the market for kids but I liked them too much to share. So I have a life time supply in the lab. If you want I can have a pair made for you.”
“No thank you. They clash with my outfit. Now let’s take your picture.” Loki said taking the cat in his arms.
“Okay, okay. Let me get out my phone.” Tony fished his Stark Phone out of his back pocket and held it out to make them all fit in the frame. “Okay say cheese!”
“Click”
“Okay let’s see how that one turned out.” Tony looked at the photo to see him smiling a black blur and a bland look on Loki’s face. “Nope we got try again. This time smile Loki and RC you need to stay still so we can see you.”
And it went picture by picture they have yet to take a family portrait.
“Shit I only got half your face.”
“Anthony your thumb is on the lens.”
“RC Stay still!”
“Achoo! Ow! I dropped on my foot!”
“Do not eat my hair you Retched Creature!”
“Okay I set it up on a tripod. Now say cheese.”
“CHEESE BROTHER!” Thor popped up between the two men who stared at shock at the blond god.
“Next!” Tony rolled his eyes as Loki vanished his brother to where ever. Tony didn’t ask where the Loki sent Thunder god. He rather liked staying in the tower and wanted to keep it that way.
“Meow!”
“No RC! Don’t chase the bunny!”
Three Hours Later…
“Okay, this is it I can feel it. Now Jarvis is going to take the picture the bunnies are secure in their room. The penthouse is locked down, so no unexpected guest and RC is filled of milk to keep her calm and relaxed. And I promise after we get this picture I will have Jarvis order you favorite meal from the Thai Palace down the street and I’ll rub your feet, while we watch you favorite Harry Potter movies.”
“Oh Anthony you spoil me. I love you.” Loki sighed as a soft smile graced his face and he leaned into his lover as Tony joined their hands together. RC who was seated now on the god’s shoulder leaned in and purred soaking up the love of her people. The genius couldn’t be happier in that moment as he had his to precious family members with him and the grin on his face was wide and bright.
“Click.”
Two Weeks Later…
“Sir Prince Loki and Mr. Odinson have returned from Asgard.”
“Great, I got everything ready. Tell Loki that I have dinner ready and waiting.”
“Yes, sir.” Tony had the table set with Loki’s Favorite food from the five star steak house, they go to. He paid extra to have the chef come over and cook for their anniversary.
“Ding.”
“Thank you, Jarvis. Evening Anthony, never in my life had been so glad to leave Asgard. He talked for hours at the council over stagnant topics. What’s all this?”
“Well my hard working God of Mischief, today is our one year Anniversary and I have planned the perfect evening. Dinner, a bath and I installed a movie screen in our bathroom so we can enjoy the movie of your choice during the bath and then I plan on us making love until dawn.” Tony pulled Loki over to the dinner table, watching as the god’s magic removed the armor and replaced it with comfortable Asgardian wear.
“You lovely little man, you spoil me so; I don’t deserve it or you.” The Raven pulled the billionaire into his arms and planting kisses all over the man’s face.
“Yes you do, because I love you and I got you something, well I got Cap to make it, but it was my idea.”
“You didn’t have to, dinner is more than enough.”
“No, I wanted to. Now close your eyes and I’ll get your present.” As Loki closed his eyes Tony ran out of the room and grabbed the portrait from where he hid it. He placed it on the wall then Jarvis turned on the lights illuminating the painting. “Okay open them.”
“Oh Anthony! It’s wonderful.” Loki’s eyes became all misty seeing their little family together and there was so much love radiating from painting. “It’s perfect.”
“Happy Anniversary Reindeer Games.”
“Happy Anniversary, my Man of Iron.” Loki whispered pulling Tony in to the sweetest kiss they ever shared. They didn’t hear the click sound of Jarvis capturing the moment with the sunset background. Another memory to save for another day.
The End.
#fanart#fiction from fanart#iron frost#frostiron#ironfrost#Iron Man#tony x loki#loki x tony#loki#random black cat#tony stark#Avengers#Marvel MCU#Family Portrait
99 notes
·
View notes
Text
Yes, doctor
summary
You go to a doctor’s office nearby every year for your annual appointment. Every time a nurse comes out into that familiar waiting room you get a little nervous. You had never liked doctor visits. This time your usual doctor was out, and there was a fill in you hadn’t met before. When the doctor enters your examination room, you were pleasantly surprised. Denki Kaminari, the boy you had been fawning for all throughout high school, would be your doctor today.
female reader
both are adults, around 20-25 years old
h/n = hero name
content warning
medicalplay, bondage, slapping your pussy, degradation, punishment/reward, desperation, edgeplay/orgasm denial, dumbification, breeding, sex toys, thigh riding, y/n pees herself
full fic by spice🥧
After checking in with the receptionist, you sat down in one of the plush chairs in the waiting room. You were a pro hero, and a pretty recent graduate from UA high, having graduated 5 or 6 years ago. This doctor's office was specifically for heroes, so it was pretty fancy to say the least. The reason it was only for heroes was so they could have specialized doctors and nurses fit to deal with quirks, and they were hand selected by the Hero Organization to handle confidential quirk information if needed.
You picked up one of the magazines from the table across from you and flipped through it, eyeing various support item ads and making mental notes of them to show to your costume designer.
"Y/n?" a voice called.
You looked up, and a friendly looking nurse greeted you with a warm smile.
"Hello." you said quietly, getting up to follow her into the hallway.
"It's an honor to meet you, H/n!" she said excitedly, as she led you to a small room to take your height and weight.
"Thanks! Thank you for taking such good care of us heroes."
"Only the best for the people who protect us from villains!" she said cheerfully.
After taking your measurements, she led you to another room.
"Here, change into this, and your doctor will be in shortly!"
She handed you a paper gown.
"Thank you!" you said.
After she left, you put the gown on and sat on the bed. You waited nervously, trying to remember if you were due for any shots, when you heard a knock.
"Are you dressed? May I come in?" a familiar sounding voice called.
"Sure." you said.
The door opened and you knew who it was the second you saw a flash of that familiar bright yellow hair.
You couldn't believe your eyes.
"K-Kaminari?"
"Please! Call me Denki. We were friends in high school, weren't we?" he said with a bright smile.
"Y-Yeah.. you didn't become a hero?"
"Nope. Everyone at UA and in the pro hero world looked down on me. Well, except you, Deku, and Red Riot, that is. So I became a doctor to prove people like Dynamight wrong. Do you still talk to anyone from our class?" He asked, taking a seat at his computer and typing in his password.
"Yeah, Deku and I patrol together sometimes and Mina is still my best friend."
"Oh, Mina! I forgot about her. She was nice. Anyway, how have you been? Feel sick lately? Cough? Sore throat? Fever?"
"Nope, I'm all good." you said, trying to avoid his gaze.
"Are you okay? You seem.. nervous." he lowered his voice.
"I-I'm fine. Sorry."
"Okay. Well, I'm gonna ask you a few questions, and then we can get started."
He began to ask questions, your cheeks heating up more and more with every embarrassing question about your sex life, menstrual cycle, bowel movements, and so on and so forth.
Denki laughed suddenly.
"Look how red you are- calm down it's just me!"
You laughed quietly.
"Alright, well, I'm just gonna make sure everything's okay, and then you can be on your way!"
"Sounds good." you said, relieved that he wasn't asking any further questions.
He had stopped asking questions, yet that warmth in your cheeks stayed there as you watched him wash his hands and put gloves on.
He started by checking your reflexes. After you almost kicking him, he moved on to check your eyes and ears.
He pulled out his stethoscope.
"I'm gonna listen to your heartbeat really quick okay? Tell me if I'm making you uncomfortable! Sorry, it's gonna be cold."
Shit. He's gonna be able to tell how nervous I am..
You tried to steady your breathing, but it just came out ragged, embarrassing you further.
He moved the stethoscope with a confused look on his face, before taking it off and putting it back around his neck.
"Are you okay? Your heart is beating really fast. Should I refer you to someone or are you just nervous?" he asked, scribbling something down on a clipboard.
"N-Nervous, sorry."
"Oh yeah! You had a crush on me in high school, didn't you?" That explains it!"
"H-How did you know?"
"Mina told me. After we graduated, though. I never got to reach out to you about it, but I liked you too."
"Y-You did?!" you breathed.
"Mmhm. Now try to calm down a little so I can get some accurate measurements."
"Okay, sorry."
You took a deep breath, and he continued trying to get an accurate reading, but god.. he was just so hot, so concentrated, and he smelled so good..
"Hey. Y/n. Earth to Y/n." he said, looking up.
"Sorry!" you said again.
"It's not a problem," he smirked. "Come here."
And with that, he pulled you in for a kiss.
You gasped against his mouth, before melting into it, your hands finding their way around his neck, clasping in the back. You felt one of his hands wrap around you waist, the other still holding the stethoscope in place.
You broke the kiss.
"You gonna move this?" you asked, touching the hand holding the stethoscope.
"Why? You wanna take this further or something?" he asked.
You cast your gaze downwards as he pressed it harder onto your chest to the point where it started to hurt.
"D-Denki.."
"Use your words, princess. What do you want from me?" he said, laughing. He could hear your heartbeat steadily climb, he loved the look of nervousness covering your face, you desperately trying to form words.
"I-I want you."
"Hm?" he said, pressing harder. The loudness was starting to hurt his ears, but it was so worth it to see you flustered.
"P-Please! I want you!"
"Good girl." he said with a smile, removing the stethoscope and placing it on the table.
He sat in his desk chair, facing you with crossed arms.
"Undress please, I need to make sure everything looks okay."
"O-Okay."
"That's 'Yes Doctor' to you."
"Yes doctor."
You took off the gown and tossed it aside, facing Denki, who was smirking at the sight of your naked body.
He stood up and took off his shirt, followed by his pants, leaving him in only his boxers, his erection poking through with a bit of precum already showing. He then wrapped you in a kiss again, his hands finding your breasts and kneading them until your nipples were hard.
You let out a soft moan as you caressed his face.
He pulled away.
"Look at you, making a mess on my table." he gestured to the wet puddle that was forming between your legs. "I'll have to punish you for that.
He pulled a roll of bandages from the cabinet and smirked. He bandaged your hands on either side of you stuck down onto the table, making sure you couldn't move them. Then, he bandaged your feet down onto the table, again, making sure you couldn't move them.
Your dripping cunt was exposed to him, and you could barely move.
"Dripping for me like a bitch in heat, I've barely touched you, princess."
"D-Doctor- please-"
You were cut off by two fingers lightly grazing your wet pussy, gathering your juices on them. He then stuck them in your mouth, causing you to gag.
"Suck."
You did as told and sucked your wetness of his fingers, your face a shade of red from embarrassment.
"Such a good girl, following the doctor's orders. Now let's see. I have to examine other patients too, so if you'll excuse me." he started to put his clothes back on, smiling while you looked at him shocked.
"Oh don't be scared. I'll be back for you soon. And I have something to keep you company while I'm gone."
He pulled out a small pink vibrator with a tiny remote from his desk drawer.
"When I found out you were my patient, I had a feeling things would go this way. I came prepared."
He attached the vibrator to your clit, drawing a gasp from you.
"No cumming until I allow it okay? See you soon, princess. Oh- and I almost forgot."
He grabbed the bandages again, and put them over your mouth.
"Can't let anyone hear you!" and with that, he left the room and locked the door.
You sat there, stunned, legs open, dripping wet, with a vibrator attached to you. It wasn't on yet, either. It was just sitting there. You tried to shake it off of you, or at least break the bandages, to try and get some relief, but they wouldn't budge.
And then it happened. The vibrator started at a very low shake, making you gasp once more, trying to close your legs to relieve the pressure.
Your head was spinning when it went up to the next level again. You were squirming, bucking your hips, anything for it to stop. But alas, it went up to the highest level.
You nearly screamed, but managed to stifle your moan. And then, it stopped.
This cycle went on for an hour, the vibrator randomly turning on super low, jumping to high, staying off for a bit, it was pure torture, and it wasn't enough to make you cum, either, so you just had to bear it.
About 30 minutes into this torture, you realized something even worse. You had to pee.
You were sweating, shaking, panting, face bright red, trying not to piss yourself, when the vibrator stopped and the door jiggled. Your heart nearly stopped, afraid it was some poor doctor who would have to see it.
But you were relieved to see your doctor slip into the room.
"My my- you're quite a mess!"
"MmhmmmhmmhhMMM!" you tried yelling at him through the bandage on your mouth.
"Princess, use your words! Oh wait- you cant!"
He detached the vibrator from your clit, and removed the bandage on your mouth.
"I'm gonna examine your pussy, okay?"
"Y-yes doctor."
You gasped at the feeling of his freezing cold hands touching your pussy lightly.
“Are you sensitive here…?" he touched your clit, smirking as you squirmed.
"Or.. here, perhaps?" he lightly circled your entrance with his fingers.
"Y-Yes doctor! I'm so- I'm so sensitive- please- give me an examination or a checkup please- I need to- I need-"
You were babbling, forgetting how to talk.
Suddenly, a hand came down, smacking your pussy. You moaned loudly, looking up at him with tears gathering in your eyes.
"Princess, doctor can't understand you. What do you want?"
"Doc-Doctor I- I need bathroom... please let me go to the bathroom.. th-then we continue."
"Ah, I don't think that's necessary. You may hold it."
"Doctor! Please!"
"No can do, princess. Doctor says no. Do I need to dumb it down more for you? Is doctor speaking too many big words for you to understand?"
"W-Why can't I go pee..?" you said in a small voice.
"Because! You follow doctor's orders, not your own. Doctor says no, you only listen to doctor."
"Y-Yes doctor."
"That's a good girl. Now let's start your examination."
He came over and took both of your breasts in his hands. He rolled your nipples in his fingers and kneaded your breasts until you were whining, face red from embarrassment.
"Is my princess embarrassed? Let your doctor take care of you. He knows what's best. Don't be embarrassed."
He stopped playing with your breasts and moved down to your pussy. Without warning, he dipped his fingers in and curled them painfully slow.
"Doctor!"
"Shh."
You obeyed, stifling your moans as he brought you closer and closer to an orgasm with every slow curl of his fingers.
"Do-Doctor- I'm gonna- p-pee..."
"Okay. Go then."
"B-But Doctor-"
"I said, go princess."
"Yes doctor..." you said, ashamed, as piss pooled out of your pussy, dripping onto the floor.
He continued to finger you slowly as you peed.
You hid your face with your arm.
"Don't be embarrassed princess, I already told you."
"G-Gonna c-cum."
"No. You're not."
He removed his fingers with a sinister grin.
He then slipped his shirt off, followed by his pants, again, leaving him in just his boxers and the gloves he had on.
He peeled your restraints off slowly, looking you in the eye. You looked back at him nervously, trying not to shake.
He then picked you up, surprising you.
"You can wrap your legs around me, it's okay."
He was holding you like a child, but it didn't last long. He put his knee against the wall and let you down so you were sitting on his thigh. He then pressed another kiss onto your mouth.
"Ride." he commanded.
You began to grind onto his thigh, your moans coming out breathy and short.
He reached down to your clit and circled it, and sent a tiny jolt of electricity through his fingers.
"Doctor!"
"Shh princess. Breathe with me okay? In, out. Just like that."
As he led you through breathing, he was sending more electricity to your already abused pussy, making it near impossible not to cum.
"Doct-Doctor ple-please, m'cumming! Let me cum, please!"
You could barely form coherent sentences, you were so focused on trying not to cum.
He placed his hands under your armpits and lifted you up again, holding you once again, like a child. He placed you onto the table again, the wetness from your legs audible.
"I think it's time for Doctor's cock. Are you ready for doctor's cock?"
"Yes doctor! Pl-please! I n-need y-your cock! Please! Breed- breed me!"
"Of course princess."
He finally removed his boxers and gloves, climbing onto the table with you. He put your legs up into the mating press position, and shoved his full length in.
"Aah! D-Doctor- feels so- so good! Please!"
"You said you were a virgin, right?" he asked as he snapped his length into you again.
"Y-Yes doctor."
You could feel every vane, the slight curve, every twitch of his cock as it hit your walls.
"Y-You've never had anyone hit your g-spot then?"
"N-No doctor! I-It's only for you- only you!"
"If you cum without permission, I'm gonna make you cum again. Got it?" he asked with a grunt, as he tried to find your spot.
"Y-Yes doctor!
He began to rub your clit, sending more bliss falling over you. You had been trying not to cum for around two hours now, and it was at this point, slightly painful. You were overstimulated and you hadn't even gotten to cum yet.
His eyes rolled back as he hit that spongy spot- and you almost screamed. You moaned loudly, fingers gripping into his back, toes curling. All you could see was white, and you heard a loud squelch.
"Pr-Princess! You squirted.. what a b-bad girl... c'mon, I know you've got another one in there for me! This time cum WITH permission though."
"Y-Yes doctor!"
He continued to snap his hips into yours. You gasped when he bottomed out, hitting against your cervix. He rubbed your clit harder and continued to pump into you, hitting your g-spot and cervix with every thrust.
"M'gonna cum s-straight into y-your pretty little w-womb. I'll fill you u-up with my kids! You'll be s-swollen and pregnant- you'll be m-my princess f-forever! D-Do you like the s-sound of that?"
"Yes doctor!" you cried out blissfully.
"G-Good girl! C-Cum wi-with me!"
His pace stuttered and his cock twitched hard as hot white cum filled your womb. You couldn't hold back your second orgasm as you came around his cock again, pussy fluttering wildly.
He pulled out slowly, and wiped his now soft cock off with a tissue.
"Princess. You're leaking."
He gathered the cum that was dripping out and pushed it back in.
He got dressed, but when you tried he stopped you and told you to sit back on the table.
"I see you're on birth control on my charts, by the way. Let's take you off of that. And since your heartbeat was a little fast, I'll schedule you back about a week out, how does that sound?"
"G-Good. T-Thank you."
"No problem! Oh- you're leaking again, here."
He pulled out a small plug from his drawer, gathered his cum on his fingers once again, pushed it back inside, and inserted the plug into your cunt.
"Take this out when you know you won't leak my cum anymore."
"Y-Yes doctor. Thank you."
"Oh- and take these every day until next week when you come back for me, okay?"
He handed you a small bottle with tiny pink pills in it. You read the label out loud.
Stimulation In A Bottle
for low sex drives
"Low sex drive?"
"Yeah. Coming off your birth control might mess you up a little, it could mean a lower sex drive, or double the sex drive. Best not to risk it, princess."
"B-But-"
"I need to hear a "yes doctor" from you, please."
"Yes doctor."
"Good, now get dressed, I'll see you next week. Oh- and the janitor will clean the pee up. I'll just say it was a child."
"Yes doctor."
139 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
amnesia-yourself
I believe in you
slinkedin
αιώνια
mikebryannewcastle
MikeBryanNewCastle
thepurejellyfish-blog
THE PURE JELLYFISH
rbdsemprerbd
Sempre RBD