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thenerdykneazle · 6 months

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Fast Asleep

Summary: Sebastian finds himself unable to resist his curiosity when late nights fighting baddies cause the two of you to repeatedly spend the night in the Room of Requirement together. He justifies his actions at first - as he does best - but he quickly spirals out of control.

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

Second person but Seb's perspective

Word count: 9856

Warnings: 18+, sexually explicit content, aged-up characters, non-consensual somnophilia, dead dove, loss of virginity / first time

Seriously, this is the most unhinged thing I've ever written. Please take care of yourself and do not read if it will trigger you or you're uncomfortable with the subject matter. This is a far cry from my last few fluffy pieces.

It had started innocently enough. It was out of necessity, after all, that you were in the situation to begin with. He hadn’t planned or manipulated anything. But Sebastian was not one to pass up an opportunity when it was so perfectly presented to him.

Truthfully, the first time Sebastian slept with you was totally innocent. It was just sleeping. You’d been out adventuring far too late and rather than risk getting caught wandering the halls, you flooed directly into the Room of Requirement, which had produced a bedroom with a set of twin beds. You each slept in your own until you awoke screaming. You’d had a nightmare about one of the poachers that you’d just faced hitting Sebastian with a killing curse rather than the near-miss that had happened in real life.

You were screaming his name, and no one would sleep through that. Sebastian had awoken with a start and immediately rushed to you, asking what was wrong and if you were hurt. You told him about your dream. He sat on the edge of your bed and just held you. You couldn’t bear not being able to confirm that he was okay, so you asked him to bring his bed next to yours. He levitated it over, and you watched him for nearly an hour before you were able to fall asleep again.

The next time late-night adventuring brought you both to the Room of Requirement, Sebastian had to support you as you limped along. You’d taken several hard hits in the spider den, and you’d both run out of wiggenwelds. He sat you on the nearest chair before grabbing an extra phial of the green liquid from your cabinet.

“I still think you should go to Nurse Blainey,” Sebastian said gravely.

You waved him off. “I’m fine,” you insisted. You could feel your deep-set bruises fading already.

“It’s not worth the risk,” he argued firmly.

You rolled your eyes. “I’ll go in the morning. I’m tired,” you said, aiming for a compromise like you always did.

“You could be bleeding internally. You could die in your sleep!” Sebastian said, trying not too sound too panicked. He knew his eyes betrayed just how scared he was. “I can’t let something bad happen to you.”

You sighed, which frustrated him because he knew you were going to keep arguing. “I can tell it’s not that serious. I just want to sleep, Seb,” you said pleadingly.

Sebastian’s jaw tensed. He had a very, very difficult time saying no to you. He agreed to let you sleep under the condition that he could check on you every hour. You agreed, and you went to your respective beds. You fell asleep quickly, but Sebastian couldn’t. He was too worried. He watched you sleep – or tried to, but the room was dim, and it was hard to see if you were breathing.

After twenty minutes, he got up and padded his bare feet across the room until he stood beside your bed. He could hear and see your soft breathing as he knelt by your bed. “MC?” he whispered.

No response.

“MC?” he called louder.

You groaned and stirred. “Bash?” you replied, barely lifting your head as you squinted up at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I…I just wanted to be sure you’re all right,” he said.

You nuzzled back into your pillow. “Mhmm, just sleeping,” you replied groggily.

“Not dizzy or having headaches, right?” he inquired anxiously.

“No, just tired. Go back to bed,” you said.

So, he did. For another twenty minutes. Then, he got up again and walked back over to convince himself you were still breathing. He had no idea what he’d do if he let something bad happen to you. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself. He already felt guilty that you’d gotten injured so many times that night. There were just so many spiders.

The creaking of the floor woke you up before Sebastian even reached you.

“What time is it?” you grumbled, clearly irritated at being awoken again.

Sebastian checked. “Half one,” he replied.

You groaned and rolled over, away from him. “Go to sleep, Bash,” you groused.

“I’m just worried,” he said, trying to get you to understand. “I have this awful feeling that something’s wrong. Like I’m gonna check and you won’t be breathing.”

You huffed and turned over again. You lifted your blanket up. “Get in,” you ordered.

Sebastian blinked at you. “What?” he asked.

“Get in,” you repeated more harshly. “If you wake me up again, I’ll hex you. You can keep an eye on me from here. Now, hurry up. I want to sleep.”

Sebastian didn’t wait to be told again. He slipped under your covers. You turned onto your right side again, facing away from him and toward the wall. You reached back and grabbed his hand. He blushed, and he was very glad your back was to him. He squeezed your fingers in his, relishing their warmth.

You brought his hand to a spot high on your stomach. “Here. You can feel me breathing,” you stated. “Good night.”

You left his hand on your stomach and tucked your own under your head.

Sebastian briefly felt very silly for thinking you were just trying to hold his hand. He found it hard for his mood to stay depressed as he lay so close to you, though. He focused on the feeling of your breaths as they deepened, evening out as you drifted off. He nuzzled into your neck, where he could feel your pulse. He left the rest of his body disconnected from yours.

At some point, he succumbed to sleep, as well. He woke up still in the dark to the rather startling sound of you retching. You were leaned over the far side of the bed. Sebastian grabbed his wand, vanished your sick, and conjured a bucket in record time. He held your hair and rubbed your back as you panted after seemingly ejecting all of your organs.

“I think I have a concussion,” you said weakly.

“We’re going to Nurse Blainey,” he stated firmly.

You just nodded. You couldn’t tolerate the thought of going by floo, so Sebastian had to walk you to the infirmary. You vomited several times on the way.

After that, Sebastian always slept in your bed when you stayed in the Room of Requirement. Insisting you were fine despite being concussed lost you your credibility with him. He was always worried you were injured without realising it. The next three stays, you fell asleep side-by-side with Sebastian’s hand on your stomach and face pressed into your neck. He realised you had a very high heart rate for someone so active, though it would always slow after you fell asleep. He supposed it took a while for the adrenaline to wear off after one of your escapades. So, he stopped worrying quite so much about it.

But lying in bed next to you was a comfort and a torture. He could convince himself you were fine, which was a relief. On the other hand, your heat sank into his skin and the scent of your shampoo filled his nose, which drove him crazy. He made a fatal error during the fourth time he slept next to you when he opened his eyes. He had just meant to look to see his hand rising and falling with your breathing, because he stopped being sure he really felt it. He might have been imagining the sensations and sounds that he expected, but he didn’t think his mind could conjure the sight of it. So, he checked.

Well, he intended to. But his first view upon opening his eyes was down the front of your nightgown. He knew it wasn’t his fault that he saw your cleavage pressed together through the gap at your loose collar. But he also knew he couldn’t claim innocence when he immediately brushed away a lock of hair that had partially obstructed his view.

Sebastian bit his lip as he continued to stare at the smooth skin of your breasts. He’d never seen a woman’s bare curves from so close before. Hogwarts uniforms didn’t exactly feature brazen displays of décolletage – or even hint at it. He’d only had the odd distant glimpse of the more progressively dressed women in Hogsmeade.

As he took in every detail of the exposed region of your chest, he began to feel that he was being rather invasive. He thought that he probably ought to look away. On the other hand, he could tell by your breasts’ slight rise and fall that you were definitely still breathing. Would it be wrong of him to make sure you didn’t stop? That was the whole point of him sleeping next to you, after all.

So, Sebastian kept his gaze – in the interest of health and safety. The longer her looked, though, the more his fingers itched to touch, as well. Your breasts looked so full and soft. He wondered if he could fit each fully in his hand. He wasn’t sure, but his fingers were quite long. His fingers on your stomach fanned and stretched as he thought about it. He shouldn’t. He couldn’t. To touch you without permission…You’d be furious.

Though, you’d never know, he reasoned. So, how could you be upset? You were more likely to be angered by him asking to touch you when you were awake. Really, it would be better for you if he sated himself while you were unconscious. He was now desperate to find out what you felt like – he had to know. So, there were only two options: offend you or keep a secret. So, really, there was only one option.

Heart thundering in his chest, Sebastian slowly slid his left hand up your stomach, dragging the cotton nightgown up a bit with it. He moved just a few centimetres, then stopped. He watched and listened. There was no change. He slowly released the breath he’d been holding. After a few more seconds, when he was sure you were still fast asleep, he slid his hand a bit higher. He tucked his hand just under your breasts and froze again. He got just a taste of the weight of them, and his cock twitched in his pyjamas.

He could barely hear your soft, rhythmic breaths over the blood rushing in his ears.

He carefully lifted his thumb, stroking between your breasts over your nightgown. The quietest moan escaped Sebastian’s lips, but you slept on, undisturbed. He wanted urgently to fill his palm with your perfectly formed flesh, but he forced himself to move slowly. He stroked the inside of your right breast with his thumb, squeezing it lightly with his index finger still underneath it. It was Heaven.

Emboldened by your heavy sleep, he brought his fingers up over the pillowy mound and flexed them into it. He was practically panting now. His cock was hard and straining against the confines of his garments, trying to reach out to you – begging for Sebastian to press his hips forward and rut them against your backside. He resisted the urge to comply.

Instead, he circled the pads of his fingers on your flesh until his felt your nipple poke through the thin nightgown. You were asleep – totally unaware – but your body responded to him, anyway. Sebastian groaned at the feeling of the pebbled tip under his fingers. It was too loud.

He froze in fear, not even able to pull his incriminating hand off your breast. He was done for. You’d murder him for this. He knew you would. Worse, you’d never speak to him again.

But you slept on. Your breathing hadn’t changed at all.

Sebastian needed to stop. He knew he did. He’d already pushed his luck too far. But the need to feel your other breast as well overpowered anything else. He cupped your left breast in his hand, lightly dragging his thumb over it so that your nipple hardened to his touch.

Fuck.

Feeling your body become aroused to his touch was intoxicating. His dick was throbbing for attention. But just feeling you wasn’t enough. Just like with your breathing. He needed to see you. Gods, it was so wrong. He knew it was. But he had to.

Sebastian gripped the neck of your nightgown. He hesitated. Was he really going through with this? It was a violation of your privacy. Of your trust. You felt safe sleeping next to him.

Fuck. He couldn’t do that to you.

But he so desperately wanted to see you. Find out what colour your nipples were. The size of your areolas. He wanted to know every detail. Maybe even taste you.

He brought his right hand to cup himself over his trousers. He squeezed his shaft with a punishing grip, trying to get even a small bit of relief from his aching cock.

He still had his fist clenched around the collar of your nightgown. He should’ve let go. He’d meant to – the moment he decided not to look, he’d meant to let go. He tugged the collar down just a bit as he was focused on his right hand touching himself. It was on accident, probably. Definitely. He hadn’t meant to. But now the backs of his fingers were pressed into the top of your breast. It was so soft, and a new wave of desire swallowed him. He just had to see you and feel your skin on his own. Gods, he needed it.

He pulled the fabric down further until your left breast was completely exposed. He teased your nipple before palming your breast. He had to stretch his fingers out wide to envelop it. He could just barely fit the whole thing in his hand. An exact fit. Like you were made for him.

“Fuck, MC,” he hissed.

He hadn’t meant to say it out loud. You stirred a bit as an unintelligible noise left your lips. Sebastian quickly righted your nightgown before returning his hand to your stomach. His heart was beating out of his chest, pounding against his ribs as it tried to break through them.

Were you awake? Had you noticed what he’d done?

You shifted slightly, and then you were still. Your rhythmic breathing returned.

It was a very close call.

Sebastian thought he should pop out and take care of his…current state…before he did something else stupid and woke you for real. But he was nervous to leave you alone. He was still genuinely afraid something bad was going to happen to you. So, he stayed. He just lay there and suffered through the aching desire that had consumed him until his body finally calmed down.

He woke up the next morning extremely hard – way worse than the usual morning wood. It took a good bit of finesse to keep you from noticing. But that was the only evidence of his misdeeds the prior night. After you parted ways, he successfully made it back to his dorm without anyone noticing his…predicament. Once alone, he was quick to close himself in his bed for a wank. It wasn’t the first time he’d touched himself to thoughts of you, but it was the first time his imaginings were more memory than pure fantasy.

The next time he slept next to you in the Room of Requirement, he was hard before you even fell asleep. You rehashed your raid of the goblin camp before really settling down for bed. Sebastian decided he quite liked lying in bed and talking with you. He might like to do it forever. Aside from the anxiety of all the injuries you might have, he vastly preferred sleeping with you in the Room of Requirement to his dorm. And not just because of his new discovery of just how fantastic your tits were.

Though, speaking of them, he was quite eager to say hello. He couldn’t stop thinking of them since he’d gotten to see and feel them a few days ago. He was distracted in every single class the two of you shared, especially potions that day. All class he had watched you as you leaned over your cauldron, your robe off and tie loose. The steam from your cauldron brought a rosy flush to your cheeks – not to mention what it did to your hair. He imagined it was the sort of dishevelled look you’d have after being freshly fucked in the potions supply room. It had him running to the nearest broom cupboard to take care of himself as soon as Sharp had dismissed you all.

Sebastian waited for fifteen agonising minutes after you’d fallen asleep before he dared to move. He’d stop at tucking his hand under your breasts. He just wanted to be close to them again. He wouldn’t be as risky as last time. Or as invasive.

As soon as his hand was under your breasts, his thumb automatically tucked up between them. It was basically a reflex. But that would be as far as he went. Just stroking his thumb between your breasts.

But as he stroked the inside of your right breast again, he realised how lonely it seemed without your arm tucked under it this time. So, he held it for you. He brought his thumb down underneath your gown’s neckline and let out a little whimper as he grazed over your hardened nipple – skin-to-skin.

Not wanting to be unfair, he pulled your gown aside to take out your left breast and palmed it, too. After all, he loved them equally.

He marvelled at how perfectly you fit in his hand. He thought he might’ve imagined it last time, swept up in seeing tits – your tits, no less – for the first time. He bit back a moan as he massaged the flesh. He couldn’t stand how beautiful you were. Every inch of you. It really wasn’t fair. How was he supposed to stay away?

Sebastian carefully raised himself up on his right elbow, doing his best not to shift the bed under you. He needed a better look. Nuzzled into your neck kept him close to your breasts, but he wanted to take in the whole of them. He adjusted the gown so it was pulled down beneath both breasts.

And Gods, they were gorgeous.

He ran his left hand over them, going back and forth to give them equal attention. They were so soft. So pretty. So responsive. Just perfect. He cupped his hand under your left breast. Before he even realised what he was doing, his head had dipped down and his tongue was against your nipple. He licked languid stripes up and down before sucking the bud into his mouth.

You let out a soft sigh.

Sebastian released you with a pop. He just hovered, your breast still in his hand and his mouth centimetres from your wet nipple.

You didn’t stir further.

Unable to resist, he latched back onto your nipple. He kept suckling until you let out a breathy moan. He fixed your gown and moved his hand back down in a fraction of a second. As you shifted, he could tell you were waking up.

“MC?” he said quietly.

Your eyes fluttered open. “Bash?”

“It’s me, darling. Are you all right? You were groaning in your sleep.” He felt a knot twist in his stomach. He wasn’t sure if it was guilt from lying or anxiety that you knew exactly why you’d been ‘groaning.’

Your cheeks flushed as you looked up at him. “Oh, sorry. Just, erm, a bad dream.” You cleared your throat. “I’m sorry I woke you.”

Sebastian had to repress a grin. You wouldn’t be so embarrassed over a ‘bad dream.’ He reckoned his actions were seeping into your subconscious, making you dream about what was happening to your body. The thought made him shiver. “I’m sorry, love. Do you want to talk about it?”

“Oh, uh, n-no. That’s okay,” you said. Even in the dim light, Sebastian could see that your face was positively flaming. Bad dream, indeed.

“Okay. Just rest then, love. I’ve got you,” he said. Sebastian settled back down onto his side. He tugged you closer to his chest, wanting to comfort you on the off chance that you had actually been having a nightmare. He was careful to keep his hips a safe distance from your bum, though.

“All right,” you agreed. You relaxed into him, and it wasn’t long before you drifted off again.

As much as he wanted to test his theory, Sebastian resolved to get some sleep. No more touching tonight. Or ever. He really shouldn’t be fondling your breasts while you sleep, no matter how lonely they seem.

At least, he had resolved to stop until he nuzzled back into your neck and breathed in your scent. He smelled your shampoo, which was delicious as ever. But that wasn’t all he could smell. He could smell your arousal. Your little pussy must’ve been dripping for him while you slept.

Merlin, he wanted to dip in and feel you – feel how slick he’d made you. He had to know. Your body was practically calling to him, after all.

You shifted a bit in bed, your hips moving around slightly before settling again.

He wondered if you were feeling worked up, too. Gods, he hoped you were.

Once he was sure you were back in deep sleep, Sebastian began sneaking his hand down your stomach. He could feel the top of your knickers through your gown. He began pulling up the fabric slowly. Painfully slowly. Until your knickers were exposed. It was torture to have to control his movements so rigorously. He just wanted to be able to explore you. To ravish you like you deserved.

A terrible, tempting thought struck his mind. He could stun you. Already asleep, you’d never know. He’d be free to do whatever he liked, and you wouldn’t be able to feel any of it. He could strip you bare, runs his hands wherever he pleased, even fuck you. You’d be none the wiser. Save likely being sore after from that last one.

Sebastian was ashamed of how alluring the idea was to him. But he would never go that far. He wanted you to experience when he touched you. Your body was clearly receptive to him. On some level, you must want his touch. He was sure of it. And he certainly wanted you aware the first time he fucked you. No, not just fucked. Made love. Because he loved you. He really did. He just wasn’t sure you’d let him touch you yet the ways he wanted if you were awake. Despite all the rules you broke together, you were rather concerned with being a respectable young woman. Even if you let him, he was quite sure you’d regret it later.

Like this, he could give your body pleasure without you feeling guilty about it. And if he enjoyed the process, well, that was a secondary benefit. At least, that was what Sebastian told himself as he slipped his hand into your knickers. He traced down through the thatch of curls until he found the lips of your cunt. He cupped over you, trying to keep his breaths even as he listened to make sure you hadn’t stirred.

You were so warm down there. It was…inviting, to say the least.

He pressed his middle finger down between your lips, and he felt the hot, slick arousal that coated you. Gods, you were drenched. Sebastian bit his lip hard to hold back a moan.

Fuck, what he would give to bury himself inside you. You were so fucking wet. He bet he’d slide right in. He might even be able to slip into you before you woke up. His cock was leaking just at the thought of it.

Sebastian slid his finger slowly through your folds. He could feel your entrance, and he traced around it, feeling the contours. He swept up higher until he found the little pearl he was sure was your clitoris. Other men had trouble finding them? He couldn’t understand why. It really wasn’t that difficult.

As he slid his finger over the nub, your hips jolted, and Sebastian ripped his hand back.

You gasped as you bolted into a sitting position.

“Are you okay? Did I–I mean, are you hurt?” Sebastian asked, worried he’d injured you.

You were panting. “S-sorry, I…I mean, no. I’m fine,” you stammered.

As Sebastian tried to subtly, though regrettably, wipe your arousal from his hand, he realised the smell of sex in the air was quite obvious. You seemed to notice, too, as your cheeks were red again. You pressed your legs together.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Sebastian asked guiltily.

You nodded vigorously. “Yeah, just had a…a strange dream again, is all.”

Sebastian could’ve cried with relief. He’d escaped being caught by a narrow thread twice in one night. You were convinced it was only dreams. “Anything I can do to help?” he asked, hoping irrationally that you’d say something like ‘act it out with me.’

“I’m, um, a bit warm. Maybe just some extra space between us?” you suggested.

Sebastian tried not to pout. That was the opposite of what he wanted. He agreed, though. He was just happy that by some miracle you hadn’t caught him with his hand in your knickers.

Sebastian gave you the extra space. You were able to fall asleep again fairly quickly. He struggled, though. The adrenaline of both feeling your sweet little cunt and almost being caught doing so was doing him no favours. The bigger issue, though, was no longer having his hand on your stomach to feel you breathing. He stared at the spot, watching the rise and fall. Whenever his eyes drifted shut for a few seconds, he’d jolt awake, panicked that you’d have stopped breathing. That went on for hours.

The next morning, you could tell that he was exhausted. You weaselled the less salacious half of the reason out of him. You assured him you were fine and insisted that he go get some rest in his dorm.

He did as instructed – after relieving some tension first. He lay on his bed with his right hand wrapped around his cock. There was still the faint scent of you on his left hand. His eyes rolled back as he inhaled. You were intoxicating. Addicting. He came hard as he breathed you in. Rather than sated, he just felt desperate to spend another night with you.

His chance came just two nights later. Which was good, because he was going crazy. He had to go about his days like everything was normal while the urges to bury his face, fingers, and cock between your thighs nearly overwhelmed him. He was surprised he could even fight, but it turned out to be a really good way to work out some of his mounting stress. He did drag things out a bit, though, so that the two of you arrived back at the castle after curfew.

Once in the Room of Requirement, you fetched a potion before heading to the bedroom. Sebastian didn’t recognise the purple liquid at first. “What’s that?”

“Potion for dreamless sleep,” you said. “I didn’t want to keep you up again.”

“Oh, er, are you sure?” he asked. “I mean, should you take that if you could be injured?”

“I barely took a single hit tonight. I’m fine, Seb,” you insisted.

His heart stuttered. He loved when you called him that. It was so familiar. Fond, even. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea,” he tried. He was sure that it was a bad idea, just not for reasons he cared to admit at the moment.

You rolled your eyes. “You can feel me breathe if you need convincing. But we both need sleep.”

Before he could argue further, you downed the brew.

Shit. That wasn’t good.

You transfigured your clothes into your usual nightgown and crawled in bed. Sebastian slipped in behind you. You fell asleep almost instantly.

Sebastian knew the potion made one drowsy and not have dreams. He wasn’t certain it made the drinker a heavier sleeper, though. It wasn’t like draught of living death, at any rate. He told himself you’d wake just as easily as always. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on your breathing as he forced his fidgety fingers to stay on your stomach.

But he couldn’t resist forever. He had to know if you were out.

“MC?” he whispered.

Nothing.

Then, louder, he repeated, “MC?”

Still nothing.

He shook your shoulder firmly as he called your name a third time, but you just slept on. Sebastian groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he buried his face in your neck.

He would just go to sleep. He wouldn’t do anything. Just sleep.

He tried to get comfortable, snuggling in closer behind you. He breathed in the scent of your shampoo as he took deep, relaxing breaths. Or at least, he had hoped they’d be relaxing. They were more intoxicating than anything.

Sebastian’s lips pressed into your neck – just needing the contact. Though, it quickly turned into a tail of kisses up to a spot behind your ear. You sighed in your sleep contently. The sound went straight to Sebastian’s cock as he realised that, even with the potion, your body was still responding to him.

He held you closer with his arm around your middle. “I’ve got you, love,” he purred in your ear. “I’ll take care of you. I promise.”

He felt a pang of guilt as he considered the fact that he was meant to be keeping you safe. The whole reason he shared your bed was to make sure you weren’t hurt – not to feel you up while you slept. But, on the other hand, you seemed so relaxed by his touch. You were normally so stressed with the weight of all that you carried. He could give you relief.

You moaned as he palmed your breast over your gown, his fingers massaging into the flesh. His thumb teased your nipple. The action had a familiarity for him now like returning home at the end of the school year.

He trailed his hand back down your stomach, across your side, and over your bum. Your knee was bent up in front of you, pulling your skin and muscle taught over your backside. Sebastian traced the curve of your arse down to the back of your knee and then up again.

He grabbed a handful of the rounded flesh, kneading it roughly. He groaned at the feeling of your bum in his hand. He wanted to squeeze it, bite it, even slap it and watch the skin turn red before soothing it with his tongue.

He pressed his hips forward into you. His hard cock was welcomed by your arse, nestling in between your cheeks. Sebastian groaned at the embrace. His hips rutted against you, making more moans pour from his lips.

“Gods, you feel so fucking good, MC,” he groaned. He gripped your hip to give himself more leverage to grind against you. “Your arse is perfect, darling. All of you is so perfect.”

He pulled up your nightgown, exposing your knickers. Sebastian circled his hand around your firm bum before dipping it under the waistband of your knickers to feel your skin directly. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip. Your skin was so soft on his fingers. It was maddening, making him crave to explore every inch of you.

He slid his hand forward between your thighs where your slick arousal met him as he parted your folds. He let a loud moan slip out. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me, darling,” he breathed. “Such a good girl, even when you’re asleep.”

He stroked languidly through your folds before sliding further forward, seeking out your clit. His muscles were tensed, ready to rip his hand out of your knickers the instant you began to wake.

You moaned softly as he found and massaged the sensitive nub.

“Fuck, MC. You moan so pretty for me,” he praised. “Gods, I love you!”

You whimpered as he kept rubbing your bud with his fingers.

Sebastian quickly grew fed up with your knickers restricting him. He grabbed his wand, vanished them, and returned his hand to you instantly.

He shoved his right arm under you to wrap around your waist, holding you against his chest. He started thrusting against you again. “I want you so badly, MC,” he groaned. “Gods, I need to feel you around me. Would you like that? Having me fill your little pussy up with my cock?”

You kept whimpering as his left hand worked your clit. But he struggled to keep a rhythm with his nondominant hand. He replaced it with his right one, reaching down between your thighs from the front. He used the middle finger on his left hand to push inside of your cunt. He moaned, hips stuttering on your arse, as your plush walls gripped him.

Sebastian could hardly get his breath. “Fuck,” he groaned, unable to put together anything more eloquent as you continued to squeeze him. His mind was blissfully blank – the only salient thought in his head was how much he never wanted to stop being inside of you.

He pumped his finger in and out of you, while his other hand found a steady pace on your clit.

“I’m gonna make you come, darling,” he said. “I promised I’d take care of you. Now I will, okay?”

Still snapping his hips into your bum, Sebastian worked your cunt, building up the pleasure in your body. He could feel your soaked channel really start to squeeze him. Your whimpering grew louder, and your muscles tensed.

“That’s it, darling,” Sebastian said, gritting the words out between thrusts of his hips. His fingers moved furiously over your clit, desperate to bring you to your high. “You’re doing so good. So good, MC.”

He was in awe as you suddenly tensed fully, moaning out as your pussy spasmed around Sebastian’s finger. He was certain you would wake, but he was too enthralled to care. The sounds you made. The feeling of your body rigid and overwhelmed by his touch. Your tight cunt clamping down on him. He was in ecstasy.

Your body went limp, and Sebastian felt your aftershocks as he continued to pump his finger into you slowly, not yet willing to leave your warmth. And still, you continued to sleep.

“Sweet Salazar, that was beautiful,” he said, nuzzling into your neck. “You’re beautiful, MC.”

You whimpered once more as he slid his finger out of you. He left his right hand just resting over your cunt, cupping you protectively.

No longer enraptured by watching you come, Sebastian became painfully aware of how hard his cock was. It throbbed where it was pinned between his hips and your bum.

He ran his fingers on the inside of your thighs, gliding over the arousal that had leaked down onto them. Sebastian bit down into his lip as he drew your leg back, pressing your thighs together. He slid his hand between them. He groaned as he imagined his cock between your slick thighs instead of his fingers.

But that would be crossing a line. It was one thing to bring you pleasure as you slept. It was another thing entirely to use you for his own. But he couldn’t deny how incredible you’d feel.

He’d ripped his pyjamas and pants down while he was still debating with himself. He’d just feel your skin on his. Just once, briefly. He’d satisfy his curiosity, and then he’d go to sleep.

He moaned as he rubbed his cock between your arse cheeks. It was a feeling his hand could never compare to. Just the fact that it was you against him made it far superior, despite the lack of lubrication there. He used a charm when he got himself off, wetting his cock with an imitation of the slick coating your thighs.

Sebastian gripped the base of his shaft as he changed the angle of his hips. He’d just dip in, lubricate himself, and then have a wank. Technically, it wasn’t that different than touching your thighs with his hands – and he’d already done that.

He shuddered as he slid in between your thighs. He hadn’t realised how warm it would be. Gods, it was amazing. He was thrusting in and out before he even realised. It was necessary, though, to get enough of your juices on him. He could hardly have just done one swipe through your slick and been ready to go.

He grabbed onto your hip with his left hand. His right moved to anchor on your abdomen. He was panting as his thrusts sped up. “Fuck, you’re amazing,” he groaned. And you were. Warm, wet, and squeezing him perfectly. His eyes rolled back at the feeling.

Sebastian was hurtling toward an orgasm. Rookwood himself couldn’t stop him at that point if he resurrected and burst into the room. Sebastian’s brain was half melted as pleasure overtook his usual faculties. His only thoughts were how good you felt and how badly he needed release. “Fuck, MC! Yes! Gods, you’re gonna milk my fucking cock with these thighs!”

He came with a shout. His cum shot out in spurts, adding to the slick between your thighs and leaking out over them in front and back. Some even burst out as he was fully buried between your thighs, staining the bedsheets.

He lay boneless and draped over you as he caught his breath. Once he regained use of his limbs, he sat up and pressed kisses to your temple. He nuzzled into your skin and whispered his love for you and how good you’d been for him.

He cast a cleaning charm, removing the mixture of fluids from the bed and your skin.

Erasing the evidence.

A sharp pang of guilt struck his stomach like a bludger as he pulled his pyjamas back up.

He curled around you, holding you close. “I’m so sorry,” he muttered into your ear. “Really, I am, MC. I just needed you so badly. Just like your body needed me. But I’m sorry. So sorry. It won’t happen again.”

Sebastian woke the next morning with the guilt deep in his bones. He held your sleeping form close, hoping and praying that he hadn’t hurt you – physically or emotionally. He’d been out of control the night before. But he’d tried to stop you from taking that damned potion. Still, he’d promised himself after the Scriptorium that he’d never do anything to hurt you again. There was only one way to make sure that happened.

You stirred as sunlight from a window hit your face. You groaned and flipped around to bury your face in Sebastian’s chest, hiding from the light. He wished he could hide, too.

“MC?” he asked.

“Mm,” you replied, refusing to lift your head. You adjusted the gown you wore. It had twisted up a bit as you flipped over.

Sebastian raked your hair out of your face with his fingers, letting them linger in your locks for just a moment longer than necessary. He was savouring being close to you. You might never let him near you again. “I…I need to tell you something,” he said.

“Now?” you whinged.

He swallowed the lump in his throat. “It’s…important,” he said.

You tilted your head back to squint up at him through the bright light. “What is it?” you asked, obviously worried.

He took a deep breath. He had to tell you. He owed you that much. “I’ve been doing…things while you’ve been sleeping.”

Your brows furrowed together. “Things?” You were squinting less but still groggy, and Sebastian wasn’t making sense.

“Yes. Things I shouldn’t’ve done. I’m sorry. I really am. I just couldn’t help myself.”

“Sebastian, what on earth are you talking about?”

Sebastian squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, working to force the words out. “I’ve been, erm, touching you when we sleep together.” He felt like he was going to be sick. How had he let it go so far?

To his shock, you laughed in his face. “Yeah, Bash, I know.”

You did? Why were you so calm about it? Had you liked it? Had you been awake the whole time?

His thoughts raced in the short pause before you continued, “I put your hand on my stomach, remember?”

His heart sank with the weight of even more guilt at your implicit trust of him. You couldn’t fathom he’d betray you like he had. “Not just there. Other places,” he admitted. His face flamed.

You just kept looking at him with a confused expression marring your features.

“Your…erm, your bum and breasts and…your cunt. Not just rubbing you, but I…I fingered you. And I – Merlin, I’m so sorry – I put my…” He had to stop and take a deep breath. “I fucked your thighs last night.”

The lines in your forehead deepened. “You…what? Bash, that’s not funny. Why are you saying this?”

His heart nearly shattered. Here he was telling you explicitly what he’d done, and you still couldn’t believe it. He hadn’t known admitting his sins would mean having to convince you they really happened. “I’m not joking. It’s…it’s true. I’m so sorry.”

You gaped at him. You thought back to the last several nights you’d spent together. The dreams you’d been having – even last night after taking the potion. You felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on your head. “Why?” you asked.

“I just couldn’t resist you. Or I didn’t want to,” he said. He didn’t want to act like he hadn’t made a choice. He knew he did. “Being so close to you. I just wanted you so badly. I’ve always wanted you – ever since the day we met. And when I touched you, you’d moan or sigh and your nipples got hard and you were wet. Like you liked it. But I know you would feel guilty about doing those things with me. So, I told myself that touching you while you slept meant I could make you feel good and you wouldn’t have to feel guilty, because you had no choice. But really, I just like it and didn’t want to stop. And then I kept going further. And last night…with your thighs…that was just to make me feel good. I’m so sorry. I won’t let it happen again. I won’t sleep in your bed anymore.”

Your head was spinning as you tried to process all the information. In the end, all you could say was, “I guess that explains why my knickers are gone.”

Sebastian hadn’t realised he’d forgotten to replace them. He scolded himself for being so stupid. Not that it mattered now after his confession.

You felt like you should be terrified. Sprint out of the room. Report him to Black or Weasley. But this was Sebastian. You’d been through so much together. You cared about him so much. You–

“I’m so sorry, MC,” he said, interrupting your thoughts. You had been quiet for too long, and he couldn’t take it. “I love you, and I promised myself I’d never hurt you again. But I fucked up so badly. I know making you come isn’t exactly the cruciatus curse, but it was a violation, and it’s probably worse in a lot of ways. You’d given me permission in the Scriptorium, at least.”

So, you had come like you dreamt. Of all the things you could have or should have felt, you felt relieved that you hadn’t totally missed the first time Sebastian made you orgasm. Or, what you assumed was the first time. It was still all so confusing. “Was that the first time?” you asked.

Sebastian shook his head, and your heart sank. “I touched your breasts after we rescued all those nifflers from poachers last week.”

Now you were confused. You really doubted you could orgasm just from your breasts being touched. The question escaped before could control your tongue. “You’re sure I came?”

“Last night?” Sebastian asked as his cheek flushed. “I mean, pretty sure. I–I’d never seen a girl orgasm before, but from what I’ve heard…Well, and I could feel…” His voice cracked, and he cleared his throat. “Feel…the pulses with…with my finger in you.” He couldn’t look at you.

Your brow furrowed again. “I’m confused,” you stated. “Last week was the first time you made me orgasm or last night was?”

He looked at you again. “Last week was the first time I touched you. Last night was the first time I fingered you and the first time you came. As far as I know. But I feel like I’d have noticed,” he said.

You nodded in understanding. You were quiet for a minute. “And you came, too?” you asked.

Sebastian nodded, looking down at the mattress. It was hard to avoid your gaze when you two were still lying so close together.

“And that was the first time you came?” you inquired.

He nodded again. “Well, with you,” he said. He added quickly, “Or anyone! I mean, I’ve…touched myself before. Alone.”

That had your mind spinning again. “And you came from fucking my thighs?” you asked, your hand absently traced your skin beneath the covers.

Sebastian squeezed his eyes shut as he nodded. He felt like such a disgusting creep.

You tilted your head. “Do you want to fuck me?” You wondered if this was more about you or some weird fetish thing.

Sebastian’s eyes snapped open. “Yes, but I would never do that! I wouldn’t take you while you’re asleep. I swear! That’s part of why I told you. To make sure it…To make sure I wouldn’t lose control again and do something I’d regret.”

“So, you do want to, but you’d regret it?” you asked, confusion creeping back again.

“I’d regret using you again while you’re asleep,” he said.

You held back a smirk. “So, you want to fuck me while I’m awake?” The thought had heat blooming in your abdomen.

His whole face was red. “Of course,” he confirmed. “I mean, ‘fuck’ makes it sound so detached, but I…I want to make love to you.”

As he raked a gentle hand through your hair, a statement he made that you heard but hadn’t processed was yanked to the front of your mind. I love you, and I promised myself I’d never hurt you again. He loved you. He wanted to make love. Because he loved you.

You looked up into his warm brown eyes and couldn’t believe how you’d never seen the love in them before. It seemed so obvious now. “You love me?” you asked, more to hear the words again than confirm he meant them.

He nodded. “So much, MC,” he said earnestly. “I’m so sorry. I swear I–”

“Don’t be sorry,” you said before acting on impulse and pressing your lips to his. He looked stunned when you pulled back. “I love you, too.”

His jaw fell open as he gaped openly at you.

You kept his gaze. “I want you to touch me. But when I’m awake. I want to be with you, Sebastian. And, for the record, I wouldn’t regret it. I turned down everyone else because I didn’t want them. I just want you.”

“You’re the only one I want, too,” he said, bringing a hand up to caress your cheek. “I promise I’ll take care of you.”

He slid his other arm under you to hold you tight to his chest.

“I know,” you replied as you snuggled in closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and tangling your legs with his. You nuzzled into his chest, and Sebastian rested his cheek on top of your head. He took in the relaxing scent of your shampoo and the warmth of your body against his. He was flooded with relief to know you didn’t hate him. More than that, you loved him back, which made him indescribably happy.

He was, perhaps, a bit too happy.

“Oh,” you said in surprise, pulling back to look up at him.

Sebastian could feel the blush colouring his cheeks. “Sorry, I just…really like having you in my arms.”

You gave him a sultry smirk. “I like it, too,” you replied. You bit your lip as you pressed your hips forward into his.

He groaned at the contact. “You just like getting me worked up, you little minx,” he chastised playfully.

You gained a mischievous glint in your eye. “Maybe,” you replied, feigning innocence with your doe-eyed expression as you wriggled your hips to continue the torture. He could see your eyes darken as you brought your hand down to palm his growing erection. “Or maybe I’d like to take care of you.” You winked at him.

Sebastian moaned, dropping his forehead to rest on yours. “I’d like that,” he breathed.

“Tell me more about what you did while I slept,” you said as you pulled his length out of his trousers, wrapping your hand around him. Your teeth sunk into your lips as you looked down between the two of you at his cock, proudly erect and looking almost painfully red.

“Well, at first, I…Fuck, that feels so good!” Sebastian said, his head lolling back as you stroked him. “MC…”

“At first you what?” you pressed, pausing your movements.

Sebastian whimpered at the loss. “I just wanted to hold your tits,” he admitted.

You grabbed his hand, placing it on your chest quickly before returning to your prior task of fisting his cock. Sebastian moaned as he immediately massaged his fingers into your supple flesh.

“Then, I needed to see them,” he admitted.

Before he could tug your gown out of the way, you had sat up and ripped it over your head.

“Sweet Merlin,” Sebastian breathed as he took in the sight of you. In a flash, he had shucked his bottoms and was on top of you, pressing you back into the mattress as his lips devoured yours. “Gods, you’re so beautiful!”

You moaned in response as he sucked on your neck. He palmed your breast in his left hand while his right arm propped himself up. You gripped at his shoulders, bunching the fabric of his pyjama shirt. Sebastian sat back on his heels and worked open the buttons urgently before he tossed the shirt off.

Your hands dragged down his torso and around to the lean muscles of his back as he covered your body with his again. He pressed into you, soaking in the warmth of your skin and relishing the feeling of your breasts pressed against his chest and the pressure on his cock as it was pinned between your bodies. He dove his tongue into your mouth as he kissed you, making you moan as you pulled him tighter against you. Gods, he loved kissing you.

You were panting when he pulled back. “I tasted you next,” he said, holding your gaze as he moved down so his face was even with your breasts. He hovered over your peak for a few seconds, letting his warm breath fan over your skin and watching as your breaths quickened and your bottom lip disappeared between your teeth.

“I’m s-supposed to be taking care of you, you know,” you said. Your voice was too needy to chide him effectively.

Sebastian smirked. “Yes, well, I seem to have gotten distracted.”

You whimpered as he circled his tongue around your already-stiff nipple before wrapping his lips around it. He alternated suckling and flicking his tongue back and forth over it.

“Oh, Sebastian,” you keened desperately.

He loved hearing you moan his name. He liked bringing you pleasure and seeing how worked up you got from him. His hand slid down your stomach as he released your nipple from his mouth. “I didn’t stop at your breasts, though,” he said lowly. Your breath hitched as he cupped his hand over the mound between your legs. “I touched you here.” He parted your folds, running his finger through your soaked slit. He thought it felt even wetter than it had the night before. “Rubbing you…” He circled the pad of his middle finger over your clit. “And plunging into you…” He slid the finger down your slit and sank it into your tight pussy.

“Oh, fuck!” you groaned, throwing your head back into the pillow. “Gods, that feels so good!”

Sebastian smirked with pride. He watched as his finger disappeared inside you over and over again. Your sweet little cunt looked delicious clinging to his finger like that.

Sebastian bit back a groan. “There are some things I didn’t get to do,” he observed, giving you a devilish grin.

You were too distracted by the sensation of his finger filling you to reply, but Sebastian didn’t mind. He liked the idea of fucking you dumb – he just hadn’t expected it to be so easy. He bent down, dipping his head to your core. He licked up the sides of your slit as he kept fucking you with his finger. You took in a sharp gasp before moaning his name.

You had a musky, faintly sweet taste. He’d never tasted anything like you, and he found himself unable to get his fill. He kept lapping eagerly before concentrating on the buddle of nerves at the top. You became a mewling mess as he kept thrusting his finger into you and flicking his tongue over your clit. You tangled a hand into his hair, holding him in place against your core as your hips lifted off the bed. As if he would’ve gone anywhere else.

Your moans kept increasing in both frequency and desperation. “Shit, that’s so–I-I’m gonna come!” you whined. Your whole body tensed, even your breaths ceased, before you let out a loud groan as he felt your cunt begin to pulse around him.

You collapsed back against the mattress with your chest heaving. You whined as Sebastian kept licking at your folds and pumping lazily into you. You used your purchase in his hair to pull him off.

“Come here,” you begged. “Please. I want you. I–Gods, I need you!”

Fuck, it was happening. He’d dreamt of it. So. Many. Times. He didn’t waste any time crawling back up your body. Both of your hands became tangled in his hair as he melded his lips with yours.

“I love you,” he panted before kissing you again.

“I love you, too,” you replied as you brought a leg up around his waist. Sebastian groaned as your hot core pressed against his length. “Now let me show you.”

Sebastian reached a hand down to grip his cock. He dragged its head through your slit. His eyes rolled back at just being pressed against your entrance. “Gods, I love your body. Your perfect little cunt,” he groaned.

“Please,” you keened, arching your hips up to try to get him inside.

With your appeal, Sebastian sank into your heat slowly, carefully. He released a breathy moan as he bottomed out inside you. He swore under his breath at how tightly you gripped him. You moaned as he sucked against your neck. He wanted to connect every part of your bodies, in every way possible.

You started moving your hips first, and Sebastian took it as his cue to start thrusting. He kept his face buried in your neck as he glided in and out of you. You met his thrusts, using the leg wrapped around him to pull your bodies even closer together. At some point, he had become the one whimpering. He couldn’t contain the noises that poured form his lips. You just felt so good.

“Faster,” you said, and Sebastian was happy to oblige.

His hips were snapping into yours when he felt his impending orgasm. He couldn’t tell how close you were, though. He did his best to hold off, but soon he could feel the point of no return looming. “Fuck, I’m gonna come if we don’t stop,” he groaned.

You moaned. “Come for me,” you said without hesitation. “Come in me, Seb.”

Sebastian’s cock throbbed at the thought of it and in a few more pumps his orgasm crashed through him. His seed burst out of him until it began seeping out of you and around the base of his cock. He kept thrusting, pushing his seed further into you. Some primal part of him wanted you as full of him as possible.

Once satisfied, Sebastian collapsed over top of you. He placed innumerable kisses over your neck, chest, and cheek. Finally, he pulled out of you. You winced as he did.

“Are you okay?” he asked worriedly. “Did…did I hurt you?”

“Nothing bad. It’s just…sensitive,” you replied. You gave him a reassuring smile. “It felt amazing.”

Sebastian felt relief flood through him. “You were incredible,” he said in awe before crushing his mouth into yours. “I love you.” He kissed you again, more softly this time. “So much.”

He gently brushed your hair out of your face as he looked down at you reverently.

You laughed. “Yes, I think you mentioned it,” you teased, smirking up at him.

His cheeks flushed red. “Sorry, I–”

You pecked his lips, cutting him off. “It’s sweet, Sebastian,” you assured him. “I love you, too. You can tell me the same as much as you like.”

His face split in a broad grin. “I love you, MC,” he said. He gave your lips a peck like you’d given him. “I love you.” He nuzzled into your neck, making you giggle as he kissed your skin open-mouthed. “Gods, I love you!”

You laughed at his ridiculousness. Sebastian moved to lie beside you. He pulled you into him so your chests were pressed together and your legs entangled. For a long time, you just lay entwined together, basking in your afterglow. Sebastian stroked your hair languidly as you traced delicate patterns on his back with your fingertips.

“Hey!” you said suddenly, jerking your head up to give him a reproving look.

Sebastian’s pulse spiked at the anger in your voice. He was stared at you wide-eyed, just waiting for the shoe to drop.

“You owe me new knickers,” you whinged.

A smirk broke onto Sebastian’s face. “I don’t think you’ll be needing any of those for some time,” he replied, shifting the two of you so that he hovered over you. “Though, I’m sure I could find a way to make it up to you.”

He dipped his head and began to kiss down from the angle of your jaw to your shoulder.

“Oh?” you said, intrigued. “What did you have in mind?”

Sebastian chuckled against your skin. “Everything,” he said, eager to explore the plethora of licentious scenarios running through his mind with you.

You moaned as he sucked a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. “I like the sound of that.”

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noforkingclue · 1 month

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Loyalties Chapter 16 (Tommy Shelby x reader x Alfie Solomons)

Warnings for this chapter: mentions of sexual assault, suicide, murder

Alfie Solomons tag list: @hp-howartsexpress

“If I didn’t know better I’d say you were avoiding me.”

You stiffened and looked around but couldn’t see anyone around. Tommy’s chest was pressing against your back and you resisted the urge to lean back against him.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Mr Shelby.”

“And you’re still refusing to say my name.”

“Good to know that you can listen.”

The two of you were in a quiet, secluded corner of Alfie’s bakery and you mentally cursed yourself for being so stupid. You knew that the Shelby’s were in London to do business, you should’ve expected that you would run into Tommy sooner or later. You should’ve made sure that you were never alone. You let out a gasp as Tommy gripped your arms and spun you around, pressing you against the wall.

“You came to London.” you said quietly

“Clearly.”

“Why. I hope not for me.”

“And why would you think that?”

“Because we-”

You were interrupted by Tommy roughly pressing his lips against yours. You let out a whimper and struggled against him. He broke the kiss but pressed his forehead against yours.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Mr Shelby.”

“I already was.”

He pressed another rough kiss against your lips. You pulled your arms free from his grip and put them against his chest. You knew you should push him away and yet you didn’t. Tommy smirked against your lips and took a step closer. This time you broke the kiss but Tommy’s lips remained close to yours.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” you said

“Then tell Alfie.”

“How do you know I haven’t already.”

“Because he still wants to do business with me.”

Tommy cupped your cheeks and forced you to look at him. You wanted to pull away. You wanted to go back to Alfie. Yet something made you stay, unable to look away from Tommy’s blue eyes.

“You know where I’m staying,” he said quietly, “I want you there by nine tonight.”

“Why? I’m not fucking you again.”

“No. You’re going to tell me who you killed.”

“And will that make you leave me alone?”

“We’ll see.”

You didn’t know why you did what Tommy told you to do. But here you were, knocking on his hotel door. The door swung open and you pushed passed him and into his room. You walked to the other side of his room, hugging yourself tightly, as the door swung shut behind you. You didn’t say anything as Tommy offered you a drink. You took a large gulp before saying,

“I was a nurse during the War. Part of the reason why Alfie kept me on. It’s hard to find nurses who know when to be discreet.”

“I am aware.”

“I’ve seen some shit. People often forget about that. Obviously not as much as soldiers but still…” you trailed off and shrugged, before taking another large gulp of your drink, “enough.”

To your surprise Tommy remained silent as you spoke. He was sitting on the edge of the bed drinking and smoking. You started to pace up and down the room.

“We saved lives,” you continued, “and yet soldiers saw us as free game. Free from VD. They felt entitled,” you spat the word, “to us. Some of us gave in. After all, not many options out on a battlefield. Some just felt sorry for the soldiers. And others,” you took a deep breath and shook your head, “didn’t have a choice.”

You walked over and re-filled your glass. You knew you shouldn’t be drinking this much but you needed it to get through what happened. The only other people who knew were Alfie and Harry. You were taking a big risk telling Tommy this.

“Her name was Penny,” you said, “sweet girl. Too sweet for the line of work but she wanted to do her bit. One of the soldiers took a liking to her and she was too nice to tell him to fuck off. Maybe she felt sorry for him, can’t see why myself. Wounded in battle or not, he was a fucking cunt.”

You drew in a shuddering breath and let it out slowly.

“Anyway, he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He fucking raped her and nobody did anything. She couldn’t fucking cope. I was the one who found her body. So I did something about it. I drugged him and smothered him. It was too good of a death for him. No one fucking questioned it or maybe they just turned another blind eye. At the end of the day it was just another death to them. Just another casualty of war.”

You slammed your glass down on a table. Tommy lit another cigarette and offered it to you. You took it gratefully, glad to have something to distract yourself with.

“And do you regret it?”

You looked sharply over at Tommy. His gaze never left you and you said,

“I’d do it again in a heartbeat. I’ve had people die on me but he’s the only one I’ve deliberately killed.”

“And would you kill again?”

“Does that matter.”

“It might do.”

“You sound like Alfie.”

“Is that a compliment.”

“I’ll leave that up to you to decide, Tommy.”

You had caved. You finally uttered the one word that he had wanted you to say. You stubbed out your cigarette as Tommy stood up and approached you.

“And will you be coming back?” he asked, “to Birmingham.”

To him.

“I might be.”

“I expect you to.”

You grimaced and shook your head. You walked towards the door, half expecting Tommy to stop you.

“I’m sure this won’t be the last time we see each other.” you said

“It won’t be.” Tommy said as you walked out of his room

The walk back to your home was uneventful. Then again, working for someone like Alfie did grant you a level of protection. You let out a sigh of relief when you finally got home. You closed your eyes as you rested your head against the door and slid to the ground.

“You did what I told you to do.”

You opened your eyes and looked up at Alfie.

“Yeah,” you said, “I did. Didn’t feel right though.”

“Not fucking meant to.”

Alfie sat down next to you and you rested your head on his shoulder.

“And you sure you want me to go back to Birmingham?”

“Fucking told you to, didn’t I?”

“Right of course.”

“Only this time, I’m sending your cunty brother with you.”

“Harry isn’t a cunt.”

“Sure he isn’t, love.”

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specialagentlokitty · 6 months

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Carol Danvers x teen!reader - the whole universe

Could you please do the prompt #2 of your Winter list ? Carol Danvers x teen (sister or not) reader. In which like the reader has a sickness or something and Carol like rarely visit her (due to being in space) and like she's here for Christmas Eve and it's like a sweet reunion as a Christmas Gift at midnight or something if it's okay? Thank you very much <3 - @engenelxver 💜

2: “Why are you here?” “Because it’s Christmas Eve.” “So you came to the hospital?” “Well, you’re here, so of course I did.”

Sitting cross legged on your bed, you yawned a little, rubbing your eyes as you looked up from the laptop in front of you.

A few nurses were going by talking to one another, they offered you a small wave as they passed by and you went back to the video you were watching.

It made you smile seeing all the stars as if you were really there with them, the infinite blackness full of suns and planet and galaxies that you had never seen before.

And you restarted it for the tenth time to watch through it once more, feeling like you were right there among them.

It was your favourite thing to do.

“Hey sweetheart, you ready for your MRI?”

You glanced up at the doctor at held up your hand, turning your attention back to the video.

Walking over, Doctor Hughs sat down next to you, looking at the laptop and he smiled a little bit.

“She’s still sending them?”

You nodded.

“Yeah, she sends me a new one every week, but she hasn’t sent me one this week..”

“Hey, there’s still time. Now come on, we don’t want to make you anymore late than you already are.”

Hugh’s took the laptop from you, setting it aside and he stood up, holding his hands out to you.

You let him help you up, and you shuffled over to the wheelchair, gesturing for him to sit in it making him laugh.

“No, you sit in it, I push, that’s the rules.”

“Come on, I just wanna walk!”

“Then you can walk, but I’m not sitting in your chair.”

Shrugging a little bit, you slowly made your way out of the room and he followed, picking up your chart along the way to the MRI.

It wasn’t hard for you to lay there, you just closed your eyes and you pictured that you were in the stars, travelling like you had always wanted too.

Making your way back to your room, you laid down on your bed, letting out a small grumble as you tried to relax a little.

Rolling on your side, you placed an arm under your head, letting the exhaustion of the day take over.

You couldn’t sleep for long, and you soon enough woke up.

Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes and you swung your legs over the edge of your bed.

“Now, I remember correctly you’re supposed to be asleep.”

You looked up to the doorway and you smiled a little bit, pushing yourself up so you could grab your hoodie and you pulled it on.

“You came…”

Carol smiled, walking over she gently hugged you carefully, mindful that she didn’t hurt you and you hugged her back.

Pulling away, you took her hand.

“Can we go outside Carol?”

She smiled softly at you.

“Yeah, of course we can kiddo, yeah. Here, hold on a second.”

Carol let go, and walked across the room.

Grabbing a blanket she wrapped it around your shoulders and then held her arm out for you so you could support yourself while walking.

You both walked over to the elevator, and you leant against the wall, using it to support yourself.

Carol looked at you and she frowned.

“I’ll get you a wheelchair before we go out, and get somebody to look you over to make sure it’s okay for you to go outside.”

“No… please I want to go outside…”

Carol looked at you and sighed softly, nodding her head.

“Alright kiddo, okay. But you’ll tell me if you need to sit down, or come back inside?” She asked.

You nodded.

Carol didn’t seem convinced, but she helped you outside, supporting you on the icy path.

You grabbed on her arm and she smiled at you.

“If you fall you’ll break a bone.”

“You wouldn’t let me fall.” You grinned.

Laughing softly, she turned around, holding out her hands and you held out your arms.

Carol carefully took your arms, and she slowly walked backwards, pulling you across the ice.

You laughed, and she smiled softly.

This was the most fun that you had been able to have in weeks with not being able to leave the hospital.

Carefully, Carol moved you from the ice, and she sat you down on a bench when you showed signs of being in pain.

“You’re alright?” She asked.

You nodded, leaning back so you could look at the cloudy skies.

“Why are you here?” You asked quietly.

Carol smiled softly at you, looking at you.

“Because it’s Christmas Eve.”

You turned your head to her, furrowing your brows a little bit.

“So you came to the hospital?”

Carol laughed.

“Well, you’re here, so of course I did.”

You smiled, turning your head back to the sky.

“Do you think I can see the stars in person some day…?”

Carol copied you, looking back at the stars and she took a small breath.

“Well, you’ve got to get better first, but yeah. When you get better, and you’re not sick anymore I’ll bring you with me.”

“Why?”

“Because I made a promise to you and you parents I was going to look after you, and that’s what I’m going to do.”

“I hope I can see the stars one day…”

Carol reached out, taking your hand and gave it a small squeeze.

“You will I promise you, you’re going to get better. But for now, we’re going to play in the snow, then go inside, we’re going to open presents, and watch movies, and make it the best Christmas, okay?”

You nodded your head, wrapping the blanket around your shoulder a little closer to your body.

You shivered, and Carol looked at you.

She knew you weren’t going to agree to go back inside, not yet, so she gave you her jacket as well to keep you warmer for a little longer.

You rested your head on her shoulder.

“You’re a good kid, you don’t deserve this…” she whispered.

“It’s okay… I’ve got you.. my non biological superhero sister…” you mumbled.

Carol smiled at you.

She could remember seeing you when you were a baby, and when she went missing she missed a lot of your life.

When she remembered again it’s when she found out you were sick, your parents were gone and you were living with Fury.

Now she cared for you, like a big sister should, she wanted to see you get better. She wanted to show you the stars and show you the beauty in space.

But for now, all she had to was make sure you got better, and that one day you would be well enough go with her.

Carol knew you had fallen asleep, and she carefully stood up, picking you up and she carried you back inside.

Setting you down on your bed, she covered you up and placed the back of her hand on your forehead.

“You’ll be okay…” she whispered.

Sitting down, she took your hand in hers and held it gently, picking up your chart so she could check on your progress.

She was going to find a way to make you better, because she couldn’t loose her little sibling, the person who meant so much to her. More more than the stars and galaxies and anything in the universe.

You were her whole world, and it broke her heart to know you were sick, and by the looks of it you weren’t getting better any time soon

#marvel #marvel x reader #marvel x you #marvel x y/n #marvel imagine #captain marvel #captain marvel x reader #captain marvel x you #captain marvel imagine #Carol Danvers #Carol Danvers x reader #Carol Danvers x you #Carol Danvers imagine

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duke-is-the-shit · 21 days

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Hello, Neverwhores. Since my post about the infection au got a decent amount of love, here’s a little temptation to keep the love going because I’m itching to share more

Hunger

Berenice was a girl with a healthy appetite, so it was weird when her body suddenly began rejecting food. It had started with small things, like gagging when she swallowed, but that was written off as a sore throat. Then, it shortly escalated into full-on vomiting whenever she took a bite. She couldn’t even stomach alcohol, which she was extremely salty about. The Misfits were beginning to worry for her health. Was she anorexic? Sick? Whatever it was, Eulalie was determined to find out, it’s what a best friend would do, after all.

“Hey, let’s go to Nurse Dolly, Berenice.” Eulalie suggested cheerfully one day. “Nurse Dolly? I don’t need her, Biscuit. I told ya, I’m right as rain.” Berenice said, crossing her arms defensively. “You don’t seem fine! You’ve been vomiting up anything edible this past week.” Eulalie argued. “Meh, just a bit of sick. I’ll get better in no time.” Berenice reassured her. “But-! Aren’t you hungry?! Nurse Dolly could inject the nutrients into your body so you can eat until we figure out what’s wrong with you!” Eulalie exclaimed, waving her fists. Berenice scoffed. “Nothing is wrong with me, darlin’. And getting fed by needles seems pretty creepy.” “Well-Well—Well, I’ll bring her here!” Eulalie said, exasperated. “Wha?! Hon, you can’t do that! She’ll tell the Deans about the hideout!” Berenice yelled. “I don’t care! I want you to get better!” Eulalie cried out, frustrated tears in her eyes. “Oh-Oh, c’mere, babe.” Berenice pulled Eulalie into a hug. “If it really means that much to you…I guess I can go get a little checkup.” Berenice sighs in defeat. “You will?! Oh, thank you!” Eulalie squeezes her tight. “Alright, alright. Let’s get goin’ before you crush my lungs.” Berenice chuckled.

“Agh, such awful structure. Seems not eating is already taking a toll.” Nurse Dolly said, her face in her trademark scowl as she examined Berenice. “Can you fix her?” Eulalie asks. “I’m not a miracle worker, but I’ll do my best. Now you, get to class!” Nurse Dolly orders. Eulalie, with a reassuring smile at Berenice, turns on her heel and leaves the infirmary. She hopes Berenice will get better soon. Berenice did not get better.

in fact, she only seemed to become worse as the days passed. She had started to become more hostile, and even tried to bite Nurse Dolly a few times. Every time Eulalie would try to come visit, Nurse Dolly would chase her away. Eulalie was really starting to get scared now. Was Berenice in real danger from her condition? Eventually, Eulalie became fed up with not being allowed to visit, and decided to sneak into the infirmary one night. She grabbed a bottle of wine to take with her in case Berenice was feeling well enough to keep it down, which would no doubt thrill her to bits. Eulalie crept through the halls, avoiding the whisps. God knows what would happen if she was caught. She got to the infirmary wing and contemplated knocking. What if Nurse Dolly was awake and heard her? But then again, it was very quiet on the other side of the door. Taking a deep breath, Eulalie knocked on the door and waited. No footsteps. No voices. Seems all clear. Satisfied, Eulalie pushed the doors open.

A scream tore itself free from her throat.

The infirmary was covered in red. Dead bodies of students littered the room, their faces frozen in terror. Eulalie’s eyes wandered to the body of Nurse Dolly, or rather, the creature perched on her stomach with its jaws on her throat. The wine bottle slipped from Eulalie’s grasp and shattered onto the floor, causing the creature to raise its head and look at her. Eulalie felt like she couldn’t breathe. It was Berenice. Her spectre had never looked more accurate to the books. She was covered in blood that obviously wasn’t hers, and her long, sharp teeth were slick with blood and saliva. Eulalie could only stare in horror as Berenice spoke, voice choked with shame.

“I’m sorry, Eula…I was so hungry.”

#Eulalie is alive dw #I did Berenice first because I feel like out of all the characters she’s the least cared about #nevermore webtoon #nevermore fanfic #nevermore au #berenice nevermore #eulalie nevermore

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YOU DREW STARS AROUND MY SCARS

sidney prescott x fem!reader

summary: after jill’s attack on sidney, you visit your girlfriend in the hospital to cheer her up.

warnings: small mention of blood but really just a bunch of fluff

this gif from the alternative ending ☹️ so so cute

this had to be one of sidney’s most painful ghostface attacks to say the least. not only emotionally after being betrayed by her teenage cousin, but physically too. she’s lost so much blood, she’s surprised that she’s even still alive. you’re not very shocked though; you know she’s a fighter.

“hey you! looks like someone’s feeling a little better,” you greeted sidney, walking into her hospital room. she was awake, smiling at you as you came closer to the bed. the past few days she’s mostly spent sleeping, as to not have to feel pain as much -and because the blood loss took away a lot of her energy.

you were ecstatic to see her so social today; you really missed seeing her smile and hearing her voice. you just wish you were able to go back in time and take the knife instead of her. she doesn’t deserve this.

“yeah, the doctor said i should be out of here in a couple of days. m’healing pretty fast.” you could tell just by the way she spoke that she was still a little out of it. however, you couldn’t wait to finally be able to take her back home. you’ve stayed in the hospital the most you can with her, but the nurses eventually make you leave. your house is pretty empty without your girlfriends presence.

with that being said, every single day, you wake up bright and early to come visit your girlfriend and to stay until dark.

“that’s awesome, baby!” you lean down and gently kiss her forehead before pulling a chair over to her bedside. “charlie keep’s sleeping on your side of the bed every night. i’m clearly not the only one who misses you.” after sidney’s dog had unfortunately passed away, you decided to surprise her with another golden retriever when the time was right. they quickly became best friends and he became very protective over sid. “he’s so sick of me, sid. i keep rolling over to hug you when i’m half asleep, forgetting that he’s there,” you said to lighten sidney’s mood.

she giggled, still brightly smiling even under these circumstances. “ooh, don’t make me laugh,” she placed her arm over her stomach and groaned, however, not showing any signs of wanting you to actually quit it. “now he knows how I feel every night.” she sent a smirk your way, simply teasing you around. she truly adores the fact that you’re always so cuddly on her in your sleep.

“hey! don’t lie, you love it.”

she bit down on her bottom lip at you, her cheeks flushing a soft shade of pink, “i do, and i miss it a lot.” she briefly gazes at you and her eyes soften even more before she speaks up again, “lay with me?”

you beamed at her and immediately got up out of your chair, “of course, my love.” she attempted to move her body to the side to make room for you, but she felt so weak in failing to do so. she grunted, her body limply laying back down and she looked so defeated. “don’t stress yourself, honey. let me help you.”

you wrapped your arms around her upper torso, gently angling her body so she’s not bending at her wound, then slowly sliding her legs over. she let’s out a deep sigh but doesn’t seem to be in any more discomfort than she already was. sidney is so independent, so to barely be able to move on her own is taking a huge toll on her.

you get in on the other side of the bed and wrap your arms around her body again. she rests her head against your chest, feeling drowsy. the medication is certainly not helping with her energy levels. your heart starts shattering again; how could someone, a family remember at that, want to even hurt sidney?

“oh actually, i forgot; i brought you something.” she lifts her head up once more and looks at you curiously. you reach over to the bedside table where you placed the surprise when you walked in. “i know this hospital food sucks, so i brought you your favorite homemade brownies and my sweatshirt so you can feel like i’m here with you when they kick me out.”

she dopily smiled at you and leaned forward to place a lingering kiss on your lips. you knew sidney has always loved stealing your clothes, and you do the same to her, especially when she was away on her book tour.

“I love you. and your amazing brownies,” she said and let out a yawn afterwards, very clearly exhausted. you giggled at her and kissed her cheek.

“well eat up and then i think someone needs to get some rest.”

“i think so too.”

as much as you hated sidney being hurt, you were glad that she was going to be okay and that you got to spend time with her in her recovery. you certainly weren’t planning on leaving her side again.

#sidney prescott #neve campbell #scream #sidney prescott x reader #neve campbell x reader #scream 1996 #scream 2 #scream 3 #scream 4 #scream 5 #wlw #lesbian #scream fanfic #jill roberts

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sunflowersandsapphires · 9 months

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I Think It's Time

Wake Up, Chapter 9

Series Masterlist Next Chapter

pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader

summary: In an attempt to stop the advances of an unwanted suitor, Matt Murdock accidentally condemns you to being his fake girlfriend.

warnings: swearing, drugs (prescribed), inebriated!reader, implied SA (less details than last chapter), smut adjacent times (this is as spicy as I can write atm, I’m trying y’all.)

a/n: Welp, I thought this was going to be it for this story folks, but I was wrong. There will be one more chapter in this series and potentially some follow up stories in this verse if there’s interest in that!

w/c: 5.1k

Your consciousness bounced between realms in a dizzying haze, your senses registering bits of your surroundings before darkness overtook you again and again.

A shrieking mechanical noise.

Hands pressed against your arm, leg, abdomen.

Fighting as someone tried to cover your mouth again. You wouldn’t go back. They couldn’t make you go back. Please Matty, don’t let them take me back.

Then nothing.

The next few…hours? Days? You weren’t quite sure how long it had been, but it passed in a similar fashion.

The sharp pricks of metal sliding under your skin.

The searing pain in your side as you were moved from surface to surface abruptly.

Hushed voices and white noise that your brain couldn’t quite make sense of.

More nothing.

Then pain. A dull, throbbing ache stronger than any pain you had experienced in years. Your vocal chords rumbled with a soft whine as you shifted your limbs, desperately trying to lessen the blooming pain in your side. Movement was apparently not the answer, because the moment you shifted your torso, the dull ache became a sharp jolt of agony.

“Hey, easy, sweetness, easy,” A familiar deep voice urged you while two warm, calloused hands gently held you still. “Please don’t tear your stitches again.”

“Aga’n?” You mumbled hoarsely, eyes sliding open grittily—causing you to flinch as you were bombarded with bright lights.

Matt’s beautiful smile appeared as your eyes adjusted to the light. “That’s right, angel. Torn them twice already. If it happens again, I think you’ll give your poor nurse an embolism. So please please lay still.”

“Hurts, Matty.” You whined, letting your hand fall into the shelter of his palm as he stroked it over your face.

“I know, my love. I’m so sorry. I’ll go find someone to get you more pain meds, give me one moment.” Matt moved to stand, but your hand shot out to grab the edge of his sleeve.

“No, don’t leave!” You whimpered, the pain and drugs combining into an emotion-inducing concoction and sparking tears in your eyes at the thought of being alone. “Please, please stay, Matty. Don’t leave, please.”

Matt’s thumb stroked over you cheek, wiping away your tears as he shushed you. “Alright, beautiful girl, I’ll stay. I’m right here, not going anywhere.”

The mere thought of Matt walking away from you had cracked the vessel holding all of the stress and fear from the past few days. You sobbed messily, every shake of your shoulders sending ripples of pain down your body. You were tired and hurting and in shock and you needed him, as much as you needed air. He was your safety, your guarantee that you’d escaped the hell James Lannister had created.

Matt had somehow managed to flag down a nurse while cradling you in his arms. He alternated between speaking soothing words in his gorgeously deep voice and placing soft kisses anywhere he could reach. You let yourself bask in the affection as the IV in your arm slowly pumped you full of pain relievers.

Stress and fear ebbed, transforming into a slow moving current of peace (albeit mixed with a trace of confusion as your brain struggled to pull any semblance of a coherent thought from the haze of medication.)

Peace was replaced with guilt while you watched Matt smile down at you. You had…upset him. Tried to tell him something, made him angry?

As he placed a tender kiss at the corner of your mouth, you felt an apology spilling out of your drug-addled mind. “I’m sorry, Matty. I didn’t mean to love you. I’ll try harder when I’m better.”

“What do you mean, sweetheart?”

“Love you. Made you mad because I’m not supposed to.” You nuzzled into his hand with a sigh.

“Oh my sweet girl, that’s not why I was upset. I’m so sorry for getting angry, love. You didn’t deserve that.” Matt let out a terse breath. Feeling his muscles clenching, you sloppily pressed kisses along his palm, eliciting a breathy laugh from him. “I was nervous that you didn’t feel the same way I did. That I was pushing you too far. I was frustrated and upset with myself and I took it out on you. I’m sorry, my beautiful girl, please forgive me?”

“Y’r not mad?” You slurred, fighting desperately to keep your eyes open.

“No, angel. I love you. So so much. I’m sorry for making you think anything else.” Matt pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Giggling in response, you suddenly felt bashful. “You love me?”

“Yes, lovely, I do.” Matt’s honest statement was punctuating by intoxicatingly gentle touches along your scalp.

“Does that make you…my, uh, my boyfriend?”

Matt chuckled as your heart rate began to slow, stroking your hair with a bit more consistency to help you along. “That depends, would you like to be my girlfriend?”

“Y’r real one?” You couldn’t prevent the hope from bleeding into your tone.

“Yes, sweets. My real one.”

You gave a sleepy nod. “mmmHmm.”

“That’s good, because I’d be honored to be your boyfriend, angel.”

More giggles spilled out of you.

“What are you laughing at, sweetness?” Matt was smiling, relieved that you were ok, and that you still wanted him.

“I tricked you.”

Raising a brow at you, Matt inquired, “You tricked me? How did you do that?”

“Got you to be my boyfriend. Tricked.”

“You’re right.” Matt kissed your nose. “You got me. Why don’t you sleep and I’ll forget that this was all an elaborate ruse?”

“Mmm Kay” You barely managed to get the words out audibly before your breathing evened out and you fell asleep again.

“Woah, where are you going, love?” Strong arms snaked around your waist, tugging your crumpling body into Matt’s firm lap. Wiggling delightedly, you giggled.

“We’re here!” You smiled, throwing a limp hand to gesture towards your boyfriend’s building. “Gonna go inside.”

Matt didn’t seem so stoked about your idea as he slid out from under you. You pouted, reaching after him as you mourned the loss of contact. He squeezed your hand.

“I’m still here, honey. Just stay put. I’ll be around in a moment.” Hurriedly, he opened his own door and gracefully slid around to the passenger side. Helping you out carefully, he passed the taxi driver a wad of cash as you latched onto his side. “Keep the change.”

After nearly a week in the hospital (you’d had to stay longer than expected because you kept tearing your wounds back open while under the influence of sedatives), you’d finally been discharged. Your body had experienced significant trauma from having to be sewn up over and over again, so you were on a plethora of drugs that Matt was tasked with managing. Foggy would be coming over to help him label each bottle with braille, but he was anticipating kicking the blond out rather quickly given how loopy you were.

Matt never would have guessed that you’d require such intense supervision. It was tiring, sure, but it was more humorous to him than anything. You were so quiet and unassuming, this new goofy, giggly side of you was adorable—even if it meant he had to be prepared to dive after your stumbling body at any moment. Apparently you were an energetic, happy, incredibly cuddly drunk, because you were alternating between rambling about baby animals as you nestled into his side and wriggling out of his grasp to enact an elaborate plan.

Which is why he was holding you as firmly as he could (without popping your stitches again) while you murmured against his neck, scheming about how you intended to dismantle the systemic classism in Midtown through gardening.

“And tha’s why everyone has to plant tomatoes, Matty. Oh my gosh, can we plant tomatoes?” Your voice tilted with excitement as your plan came to fruition.

Finally turning his key in the lock, he pushed the door open. “Course we can, angel. Why don’t we sit on the couch and talk about where to put them?”

“Put what?” A voice from inside the loft asked.

“Foggy!” You cheered, lurching out of Matt’s grasp toward the blond who caught you with a grunt.

“Hey, kid! Feeling good, huh?”

You nodded vigorously before turning to him with wide eyes. “Foggy, do you have tomatoes?”

His head tilted at you in confusion. “Tomatoes?”

Rolling your eyes, you spoke as if it was an obvious question. “Yes, tomatoes. So we can plant them.”

“We’re planting tomatoes now?” Foggy, hands still keeping your wobbly form upright, looked at Matt for any indication what the hell you were talking about.

“Forget it. Matt will find me some to plant. Then we can save the world.” You felt the heat of Matt’s overly warm body behind you and trustingly fell into his firm chest. He pressed a kiss behind your ear as Foggy muttered low enough that only Matt could hear.

“She’s still out of it then.”

“Very much so.” Matt replied, leading you to crane your neck at him quizzically.

Recovering quickly, he added. “I’ll buy you all the tomatoes in the world, love.”

“And peppers?” You asked with a smile.

“Anything you want.” He kissed the crown of your head.

You giggled, spinning in the steady circle of arms around you. Matt tsked. “Careful, silly girl. Not too much movement.”

“Why not, Matty?”

“You’ll hurt yourself, sweetness. How about a nap instead?”

“A nap?”

“Yes, sweet girl.” Walking you over to the couch, Matt made sure you were seated comfortably before kneeling in front of you. “We are going to eat a snack, and drink some nice cold water that doesn’t taste like rust, make sure you get your next round of meds, then take a long nap. How does that sound?”

“Sounds good,” You rested your head on the cool leather of the cushions, allowing yourself to sink into the surface. “Think ‘m hungry.”

“I bet you are, it’s been quite a few days since you’ve had a real meal. Does pasta sound good?” Matt tentatively sat beside your head, chuckling quietly as you gripped his waist, burying yourself in his thigh.

“Mmmhmm. Tasty. And warm. Warm is good.” Gazing up at him, you sighed dazedly, letting your eyes roam over Matt’s face. He’d removed his glasses, his gorgeous, blank eyes wandering over your head as you smiled.

“What, sweetness? Did you need something?” His voice was soft, tinted with concern but his lips quirked up nonetheless.

Shaking your head, your grin widened. “You’re so pretty, Matty.”

Matt flushed, his beautiful cheeks darkening to a shade of pink. “Th-thank you, lovely. That’s very sweet.”

Your brain felt fuzzy, like your sedation had allowed a layer of moss to grow around the organ, holding your thoughts hostage in a thick fog. Words spilled out of your mouth without your consent, and your lack of true consciousness was making you more…forward than your inhibitions usually allowed.

Matt didn’t seem to mind though, basking in your continued attention like a cat in a sunbeam.

“Not sweet, just honest. You’re so pretty all the time, must be exhausting.” You nuzzled his stomach tenderly, still smiling at your luck. “And you’re so nice and smart too. You deserve nice, pretty things—like you.”

Foggy choked on a stifled laugh in the kitchen, clearing his throat before returning to the label maker in his hands, staring at it intently.

Matt made a strangled sound, emotions constricting around his vocal chords. In lieu of a response, he pulled you to his chest, feeling the chilled ridge of your nose as it pressed against his throat.

Apparently you weren’t done complimenting him though, because you spoke again—this time a bit darker and thoroughly heated. “So pretty. And a really good kisser. Always makes me feel so good, Matty.”

Praying to God that Foggy couldn’t hear your inebriated ramblings anymore, Matt coughed. “Thank you, sweetheart, that’s—“

Grinding down on his lap with a purr, you gave his jaw an open mouthed kiss. With a grunt, he jerked away from you, his lower half very much responding to your advances despite him knowing the two of you couldn’t do anything while you were drugged up and injured.

“Wanna do more with you, Matty. Want you to feel good too.” You nipped at his adam’s apple and he turned to face you.

“Thank you, sweetness. We can do whatever you want when you’re better, ok?” He pressed a small peck to your lips, smiling when you pouted at his distance. “I’m sorry, honey. Soon, I promise.” Allowing his voice to go sultry on the last sentence, you seemed appeased with his solution.

“Ok.” You sighed, leaning into him as you shivered when a breeze ran over your neck.

“Chilly?” Matt snatched the blanket from the spine of the couch, bundling it around you tightly. “This better, sweet girl?” His smile glinted with amusement as you wriggled, struggling to escape the burrito he’d wrapped you in.

Giggling, you fell against him. “Matt, you trapped me! That’s not fair!”

Snorting, Matt let an inch of tension fall from the fabric, allowing your shoulders to escape. “Sorry, honey. Is this better?” Stroking a hand over your hair, Matt pressed a kiss to your crown, grinning at the pleased hum that resonated in your chest.

“That’s nice. Want more hugs and kisses please.” You rubbed your cheek on his shoulder, batting your doe eyes at him.

Matt pressed the softest kiss to your lips before slipping his hands out from around you. “Let me get your meds from Foggy and then I’m all yours.”

As the other man walked to exit out the front door, handing the precarious stack of bottles, you giggled, wiggling on the couch in a desperate attempt to escape the blanket’s clutches. “Foggy, yell at Matt. He burritoed me!”

Foggy guffawed at your struggle. “That he did, you little trouble maker. And I don’t blame him one bit.”

“Help me, please!”

“No can do, kid. I’m only here to help my fellow counselor and you’ve been quite a handful this week.”

With a dramatic exhale, you fell back to the couch cushions.

Matt chuckled. “Sorry, sweet girl. Give me a few minutes to get you another round of meds and I’ll come back to hold you, ok?” Pressing another kiss to your lips, you felt him smile as Foggy gasped.

“Oh geez, warn a guy before all the PDA!” Foggy’s sarcasm flew straight over your drug-addled head and you defiantly stuck up your chin.

“Don’t be mean. We’re allowed to kiss. He’s my boyfriend.” Your expression was stern and your hand clasped around Matt’s protectively. He smiled, scratching at your scalp.

“Oh is he now? I thought that was a ruse to prevent the ogling of Beatrice Snyder” Foggy rolled his eyes, shuddering with discomfort.

Frowning, you grimaced in disgust. “I don’t like her.”

Foggy laughed at your reaction. “She is very hard to like.”

“She looks at Matt like he’s hers. But he’s not. Not hers.” You murmured, pout expanding as you thought of the vile woman.

“Who does he belong to then?” Foggy laughed, looking at you expectantly.

Burrowing deeper into Matt’s arms, your response was barely audible. “Me.”

“That’s right, sweetness. I’m all yours.” Matt remarked, happily melting into your embrace as you smushed your face against his neck.

“Not hers.” You muttered, lips tickling his skin.

“Not hers.” He assured, running a hand over your back.

“Good. Thought she took you from me. When she gave me away.” You shuddered, a dark memory threatening to surface.

Matt’s brow creased. “Gave you away? Who did she give you to?”

A knock on the door startled the two men, both of them whipping their heads to the door.

Gasping, you visibly perked up. “Pasta?”

“Yah, lovely, that’s our food. You still hungry?” Matt tried to sound positive, but your comment left him unsettled. The devil swirled beneath the surface of his skin, itching to beat answers out of those that had wronged you.

“Uh huh.” You eagerly accepted the plastic container that Foggy handed you, digging into the dish greedily.

Matt threaded his hand through your damp hair thoughtlessly. The spread of medications you’d been prescribed were quick to knock you out, but your poor mind had been tormented with vivid nightmares as a result. Thankfully, his touch had seemed to keep the demons at bay. Lovingly scratching at your head, he let his own skull fall sharply against the headboard, his mind entirely preoccupied with hasty conclusions and rage at the moment. As minutes dragged on, the Devil inside of him swirled furiously under his skin as it begged to be set free.

After your food arrived, and Foggy went back to the office, Matt cajoled you into a hot shower. He helped you wash the stale scent of saline and blood from your body and hair as you focused on staying upright, meds kicking in and making you sleepy.

In order to prevent you further injuring yourself, Matt carefully carried you to the bedroom where you eagerly collapsed into his silk sheets. You’d been sleeping peacefully for several hours as Matt slowly spiraled into madness.

Thought she took you from me. When she gave me away. The ominous sentence that had spilled from your unusually loose lips haunted his consciousness, his mind instantly running to the darkest possibilities of what that comment had meant. There was no way that Beatrice Snyder, a prolific attorney and honorable member of the bar, had knowingly handed you over to a documented sex offender, right? If she had, it would mean that Matt’s disgustingly stupid spat with you had pushed you straight in front of the barrel of a gun. (Not that he wasn’t already cursing his own existence for leaving you alone and emotional in a new part of the city.)

Matt had been introduced to James Lannister when he was but a lowly intern at L&Z. The man had been representing an adverse party and had attended a scheduled mediation that Matt and Foggy were observing. Apparently he was a close friend of Landman and had decided to conduct an in-person visit, despite rarely traveling to Manhattan for work.

Foggy had been practically enamored with the guy, babbling on about how nice it was to see an opposing client adequately represented and how wonderful it was that Lannister was friendly with the partners at L&Z, but Matt wasn’t so spellbound.

Sure, it was great that he had been fiercely defending the interests of an ex-wife that had clearly been abused, but there was something…off about the way his hand had lingered on the client's waist as he led her out the door. She seemed terrified of her own lawyer, heart pounding furiously whenever he laid eyes on her. The sound had stuck with Matt, reverberating in his ears every time he picked up on the other lawyer’s overpowering herbal cologne going forward.

The news of Lannister’s departure from the Pro Bono Association had been quite the tidbit of gossip when it first broke. At first, the New York legal community had been outraged, many of them knowing him personally and swearing by his good heart. Then the rumors sprung up.

He had an affair in the office.

His wife left him when she found out.

He was fired for drinking on the clock.

But some of the more serious allegations had puttered around Matt’s thoughts for days.

Sexual harassment, assault, and abuse of a coworker.

His drinking, divorce, and adultery weren’t news to the blind lawyer, you didn’t need to have super senses to smell the bourbon on his lips or hear how he spoke about his wife behind her back, but Matt wasn’t at all surprised to hear that there may have been a more sinister reason for his swift exit. Horrified, certainly, but vindicated for his intense dislike of the man nonetheless.

A familiar anger roiled in his gut as the pieces started falling into place. You’d formerly held a position in Queens. You had transferred within days of his departure from the same office. Your chronic anxiety, fear of crowds, hypervigilance at bars and parties.

That was why Lannister chose to hold you hostage. You had survived his abuse already.

Matt’s breathing was shallow, his blank eyes wide as his mind raced. He was so caught up in the realization, he missed the tell tale signs of a nightmare brewing in your sweet head. In his endeavor to unravel the events of the past few days, he’d stopped petting your scalp, no longer reminding your subconscious of his existence nor his continued protection.

A small whimper brought him out of his stupor, your delicate form curled into fetal position beside him as you mentally battled intangible forces. Your heart rate was elevated, breathing rapid, you’d clearly been building up to this for far too long—Matt should have prevented this. He could have, if he hadn’t been obsessing over another horror that he’d failed to protect you from.

Shoving aside his crippling self-doubt as he slid down behind you, he threw an arm over your waist and began carding his fingers through your hair once more. Pressing tender kisses to your nape, he murmured soothingly as your face scrunched in distress. “You’re alright, angel. I’m here. They can’t hurt you.”

You whined in response, thrashing meekly against his hold. Matt stroked his calloused fingers over your jawline. “Shhh, you’re safe, lovely. It’s me. Just me, I promise.”

With a ragged gasp, you jolted awake, shoving Matt away limply and inching towards the edge of the bed. “Get off me! Please, Matt, help!”

Your tangled hair brushed over your shoulders as you whipped your head around in an attempt to perceive your surroundings. Pure terror rolled off of your skin, coating Matt’s tongue and making bile rise in his throat. “Sweetness?” He asked gently, trying to remind you of his presence without scaring you further.

“Matty?” Tears filled your eyes as your gaze landed on his concerned expression, his stiff hands hovering in front of you as he waited for your cue.

“Yes, sweet girl, it’s just me. We’re at my place, remember?” He spoke encouragingly, nearly tearing up himself as you collapsed into his chest with a sob.

Hooking his chin over your head, he drew soft patterns up and down your back as you cried. Your knuckles pressed divots into his chest as you fisted his shirt. Patiently waiting for your shaking breaths to steady, Matt murmured reassurances as your trembling subsided.

Sniffling, your apprehension was evident as your voice broke on a whisper. “I’m sorry, Matty.”

“No need to apologize, sweet thing. I’m the one who should be sorry. I got distracted and didn’t realize you were struggling. Did you want to go back to sleep?”

“No.” You squeaked, muscles tensing at the thought. “Not yet, please.”

“Ok, beautiful girl. We can just sit for a minute, hmm?” Shuffling backwards, Matt lifted you into his lap carefully, pulling his duvet over you both. Breathing heavily, you focused on the delightful pressure of Matt’s firm shoulder against your cheek, of the intoxicating scent of his barely spicy aftershave. Enveloped in his strong arms, you let the hazy memories of your nightmare, and the traumatic events that caused it, fade away—keeping your train of thought on your wonderful boyfriend.

“Thank you, Matty. For everything. I’m sorry I’ve been so much trouble, I—“

Matt kissed your forehead, halting your words. “It’s no trouble, sweetness. I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat, of course I’d rather you never ever get injured like this again.”

You gave a watery chuckle. “You and me both. I hate being drugged up. I feel like I’m not in control of my own body.” Pursing your lips, you frowned in thought. “Everything’s fuzzy but did I try to force you to take me to a greenhouse?”

With a bright laugh, Matt squeezed you tenderly. “Yes, you did. I believe you were under the impression that vegetable gardens were the solution to poverty.”

“Huh, inebriated me is smart. She’s got plans.” You snorted, humming appreciatively as Matt’s fingers stroked your cheek. “Did I do anything embarrassing?”

“Besides nearly falling off the couch when I trapped you in a blanket? Not really.”

You sighed, letting your head fall against Matt’s neck, pressing a kiss to his pulse point and smiling when he tended in response. “That’s good. Ugh, I don’t want to be out of it anymore.”

Matt hummed, using a finger to tip your chin upward so he could rest his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry, angel. In your defense, it’s incredibly cute when you try to drunkenly feel me up.”

“I did what?? You said I didn’t do anything embarrassing!!” You shrieked, covering your face with both hands as you groaned in embarrassment. “Oh god, Matt, I’m so sorry!”

Matt laughed, prying your hands from your lips so he could kiss you. “Please don’t apologize, I loved it. It’s nice to know that I make you feel so good.” He teased, kissing your cheek as you moaned in frustration.

“You do make me feel good, you are unbelievably sexy sometimes, but I’m sure that me drunkenly grinding on you is not how you wanted to find out.”

“Unbelievably sexy, huh?” Matt jested, trying not to let the resulting flustered groan arouse him. “I’m kidding, lovely. And the sentiment was appreciated, regardless of why you told me. You make me feel good too, just so you know.”

“Really?” Your voice was quiet and full of doubt. Matt decided to nip your skepticism in the bud immediately.

“God, yes, Angel. You have no idea how much I want to kiss you all the time, to hear those little noises you make when I grip your waist.”

“Matt,” Your voice was breathless as you situated yourself so that you were straddling his lap. Your mouth hovered over his, slowly closing the distance until Matt pulled away.

“Sweetness, I know you’re more lucid right now, but you’ve still got those drugs in your system. We can’t do anything more than kiss until you’re 100% you, I won’t do that to you.” Matt’s brown was creased as he spoke, you brought up a thumb to soothe the fold in his gorgeous skin.

“You’re too sweet, Matty. I understand. Still want you.” Gripping his neck, you pulled his face back to meet yours, interlocking your lips with his. The little growl he gave when your tongue slipped past his bottom lip was heavenly. He pulled away from your mouth to press soft kisses to your neck and jaw, hands wandering over your waist. You whined, trying to nudge his face back into position so that you could kiss him again.

“Tell me what you want, love. Use your words.” Matt’s deep voice sent a shiver down your spine.

“Kiss me, please.”

“Good girl.” Matt rumbled, ferociously pressing your mouths together, taking care to hold you as still as he could despite his arousal.

You whimpered, tugging on his lip with your teeth. Grasping one of his large hands, you maneuvered it so that he was cupping your ass, encouraging him to be handsy with you just as you had been with him.

Tugging you forwards on his lap, Matt squeezed the flesh of your butt before delicately flipping you around so that you were beneath him. You mewled, arching your back to create friction between the two of you—but your body wasn’t ready for the swift movement. Your sutures strained, forcing you to draw in a gasping breath with a whine.

The seductive smirk on Matt’s face disappeared, quickly replaced with a scrunched brow and intense look of concern. “Shit, you alright?”

“I’m fine, darling. My fault.” Scratching his nape in reassurance, you started to guide him back to your lips and he hesitantly accepted, kissing you more slowly, more carefully.

Unfortunately, the lack of medication meant the previous tug on your wound had a lasting impact. You winced almost imperceptibly, but, of course, Matt noticed. Growling softly, he retreated from your hold, crouching over you and lifting your shirt cautiously, fingers dancing in the air around your injury.

“Matt—“

“No. I’m going to hurt you.” Matt’s voice was stormy, dark, more…devilish than before.

“Mmmm, did I upset you, love?” This glowering side of your boyfriend making an appearance only succeeded in turning you on. “Use your words, tell me what’s wrong.”

Clearly torn between lust and preventing additional pain, Matt just snarled, sitting back on his haunches, jaw clenched. You just giggled, pulling him down beside you and snuggling into his chest. “I’m sorry, darling. I didn’t mean to bring out the Devil. I’m ok, I promise.”

Matt’s breathing stuttered at your words. “You—I didn’t—“

Pressing a line of kisses along his collarbone, you smiled softly. “Matty, darling, you’re not really surprised that I know about your nefarious alter ego, are you?”

With a whine, Matt shuffled so that your face fell against his neck, removing his face from your mirthful gaze. “Love, do you really think that highly of your disguise?” You chuckled, tracing a finger over his lips as you pulled his face back to yours. “I’d know this gorgeous mouth anywhere, dear.”

“I guess I was just hoping you wouldn’t remember.”

“Too bad you’re so hard to forget.” You nudged your nose against his, pressing a delicate kiss to his memorable lips.

Though he returned the kiss, Matt’s frown was still present. Cradling his cheek in your palm, you bit your lip. “What’s on your mind, darling?”

A smile flickered across his face, brisk as a strobe light. “Nothing, sweetness. I’m fine.”

You tutted in minor disapproval. “Hey, you don’t need to bottle it up, darling. I know you’re in ‘protect’ mode, but please don’t hesitate to talk things through with me. Not now, not ever, ok?” Stroking his cheekbone with your thumb, you continued. “I’m not going to force you to talk to me, but I’m always here.”

Sighing, Matt’s distraught gaze vanished as his eyes fell closed. He keened into your touch, holding you close. “I appreciate it, sweet girl, I’m just…not used to that.”

Humming in sympathy, you carded your fingers through his hair. “Well, if you want to work up to it, I’ll help you practice. And, in the mean time, I’ll remind you that you are wonderful and kind and smart and brave. And I love you.” Pressing a kiss to his lips, you let your words fall right over his mouth. “All of you. Devil included.”

Sniffling discretely, Matt returned your kiss. “Thank you, angel. I love you too.”

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Enigma// ch 20

anakin x reader

a/n: i’m not a medical professional so don’t mind in accurate info lmfaooo- there is barf in this chapter only because i’m trying to make it realistic to what actually occurs after these procedures ( plus i kinda like writing whump lol)

The extent of Anakin’s condition is revealed and you wait for him to stabilize

warnings: cursing, alcohol abuse, emtephobia (barf and stuff…), hospitals, alcohol poisoning

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“Ben!” you called when you spotted the bearded man sitting in the waiting room.

“Y/n, Ahsoka- You two didn’t have to come, I could hav-”

“No, I want to be here” you interrupted.

“Where is he?” Ahsoka asked.

“He’s still being treated, but they said a room should be ready for him soon”.

“Did they tell you his evaluation? What’s happening to him?” you asked.

“Yes, they concluded it was severe alcohol poisoning, enough to trigger a seizure and enough that he went into an alcoholic coma… I’m not sure for how long, but he definitely could have died.”

“How much did he have to drink to be in a fucking coma?!” Ahsoka exclaimed.

“I’m not sure, but this is the most he’s ever drank,” Ben answered sadly, “but in addition he must have hit his head when he fell because he also sustained a mild concussion. “

Ahsoka seemed more frustrated than sad at the moment, “Un-fucking-believable!” she huffed.

“Of course he was fucking drinking. I tell him he needs to go back to rehab or he at least needs some help, but does he listen to me...? No! And now here he is- going into a coma over it”.

You felt awful about Anakin’s admittance to the hospital, but you also understood the frustration Ash was feeling. She crossed her arms aggressively and tilted her face away, but you couldn’t help but hear her sniffles.

“Ash?” you called, gently turning her towards you. Tears streamed down her face as her bottom lip quivered.

“Ash…” you sighed, pulling her into your chest.

“I-I try s-so hard to help him- but h-he…. I ju-just don’t want him to d-ie” she cried into your shoulder.

Her outburst of emotion hit you in the feels and in turn made you teary as well; Ben came up and rubbed Ahsoka’s arm in comfort.

“I know Ahsoka. I know”.

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Days passed and Anakin was finally released from the ICU to a normal hospital room; it had a nice view of the city and good natural lighting. The room was equipped with a sofa and armchair as well as Anakin’s bed (of course).

For the past few days you had taken residence in his room; sleeping on the couch and keeping spare clothes in a duffle bag, just to keep an eye on him.

You were the one to stay with him everyday because Ben and Satine had work and Ash had training camp.

Honestly, you only offered since they were all busy and you really had nothing else to do.

The sofa was definitely an inconvenience for you, it was hard, didn’t have much space, and your back already hurt from the extra weight of your belly.

You yawned and stretched your arms as you sat up from the couch beside Anakin’s bed.

Taking Anakin’s reduced body size into account, the effects of the alcohol he consumed were amplified. His coma had lasted for 5 days and they continually pumped his stomach as well as gave him plenty of IV fluids.

Since they had gotten his vitals back to normal (relatively), he was predicted to wake up any day.

Anakin looked so weak wrapped in the white sheets, a breathing tube sticking out of his mouth, wires connected to him, and tubes coming from every which way.

You had seen him without his prosthetics before, but the harsh hospital atmosphere made it all the more noticeable, you knew he would hate that he was disassembled when he woke.

You heard a noise coming from Anakin and you saw his eyes weakly opening and closing as he choked on the tube down his throat. Immediately you jumped up and called nurses into the room.

You weren't sure how conscious he was but you did know he was definitely scared. After a while you were let back into the room and told that he may be vomiting for the next few hours from all of the stomach pumps, concussion, and other shit that had happened. The head nurse told you that it was normal but to notify them if there was blood in the throw up.

You thanked each nurse for watching over him and entered the room, fully prepared to take care of him.

He was lying in the same position he was earlier, but now he just had an oxygen tube running under his nose instead of the breathing tube.

You approached him and found his eyes were closed- he was probably resting.

He threw up on and off for the next few hours, but it was the last time that was the worst.

You grabbed one of the bins they gave you as you wondered if he was even cognizant enough to comprehend what was happening.

The dull room was on the chilly side but you could see the sheen of sweat forming on his brow, he was fighting so hard.

You grabbed a cloth and went to dab at his forehead when he coughed, your eyes widened as you used your arms to sit him up so he wouldn’t choke. He coughed some more and began to drool, you grabbed a can and held it in front of him as you helped hold him up. His eyes were still closed and his head rested on your shoulder until you leaned him over the bin when he started to retch.

You really had never been able to be around throw up without feeling sick to your stomach, but this was different: all you could think about was how you wanted it to be over so he could finally rest.

His head was in the can and you rubbed his back as his body shook with the violent rolls of nausea.

After a few minutes he finally finished and you put the bin on the ground so you could help him lie back down.

The metal can was definitely heavier than when you had originally given it to him, but you would have to take care of that bag later, now you need to focus on Anakin.

He was almost about to fall over when you got back from setting the can down so you rushed to his side and grabbed one of the many washcloths the nurses had left in the room for this very occasion.

His eyes were unfocused and barely open: that answered your question, he was not cognizant.

He groaned as you wiped his mouth and brushed his soft curls back; slick with his sweat.

“Shh, shh, it’s going to be ok, Ani” you comforted, helping him lie back down.

You rolled him onto his side just in case he started again and brushed your fingers through his hair. His brows were kneaded together and he was shaking; this was bad.

A frown found its way onto your face as you watched him suffer, you never wanted him to have to go through this.

After a few more minutes you removed your warm hand from him and went to assess the bin- there was no blood, so at least that was a good sign.

You stepped into the hall to call a nurse but there was already one there who had a custodian on the way. You thanked her and the custodian for being so patient with Anakin and you.

After everything was sanitized you went back to sitting beside Anakin, you scanned his face for any signs of coherency but he was still really out of it.

The only sign of emotion was the small tears that fell from the corners of his closed eyes.

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Anakin tried to open his eyes but there was a blinding light shining down; he tried to speak but no words were forming.

You noticed his rasping from the chair beside his bed and quickly jumped up and went to his side. He was attempting to pull off his oxygen tube but you stopped him and gently placed your hands on his face. With you blocking the overhead light, he could finally open his eyes.

“Anakin?” you asked, trying to make sure he was actually up.

He hummed and glanced around until he saw the IV pole and realized he was in the hospital quicker than you could have imagined his vitals went crazy. You backed up in shock as he tussled around in the bed, attempting to get out. You knew he had PTSD from being in the hospital during his recovery, but you didn’t expect it to be as bad as it clearly was.

“Anakin it’s alright!” you tried to calm him, but he was too scared.

Soon a team of nurses rushed in and took over before he could hurt himself; they ushered you out in the process. You texted Ben and Ahsoka to let them know that he was awake.

Once he was settled, you were allowed back in; his bed was propped up so that he was sitting and he had his head turned away from the door.

Gingerly, you walked towards him as you tried to think of what to say.

“Anakin?”

Nothing.

You sighed.

“Look, I know I'm the last person you want to see right now but putting that aside, I needed to know that you were going to be alright…”

Finally, he met your eyes.

“Did you put me in here?” he asked, more sadly than accusatory.

“No, Ben found you and called 911”

He nodded, “I don’t remember- I don’t know what happened. I just woke up and you were there with lights shining from behind you”.

Your face formed a sad smile, “you had severe alcohol poisoning. You were non-responsive…a-and your pulse was gone.”

His brows furrowed as he tried to comprehend what you were saying.

“They had to pump your stomach and when they finally got your vitals back up, you had already slipped into a coma” you explained.

“People don't just go into a coma from alcohol, surely it had to be something else” he protested.

“Anakin, you had a blood alcohol concentration of .57…. Your average is .15”

He looked up to the ceiling and laid his head back onto the pillow.

“Fuck” he exclaimed.

“Anakin, you can’t keep doing this-”

“I know,” he interjected with a frustrated tone.

He took a breath and began to cough; he continued and you stepped closer, “Anakin, do you need your inhaler, I can go get-”

“I'm -” he coughed once more, “fine”.

You took another step closed and laid a gentle hand on the end of his arm stump but he quickly retracted his limb from your reach. You flinched and looked at him with wide eyes, you only meant to comfort him.

His blue eyes looked more fearful than angry, what was going on?

His gaze traveled from your perplexed face down towards your growing stomach; his pupils dilated slightly before he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“Please leave”

“But Anak-”

“Please” he pleaded, refusing to look at you.

Your teeth gently bit down on your lower lip and you nodded, slowly heading for the door.

At the entrance, you rested a hand on the door frame and caught one last look at the man in the bed; tubes and medical tape all over his body, the hospital grade blue gown, even his sandy curls looked sad.

You had never seen him look so helpless, so dejected; surely he was lost in thought- to him this was probably torture.

He already hated hospitals, but now he couldn’t even entertain himself with his phone. In addition, the doctors weren’t allowing him to put on his prosthetics yet.

He wanted nothing more than to just go home and sleep.

As for you, you just wanted the father of your child to be able to recover and hopefully reign in his deadly addiction.

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a/n: sorry for all the throw up in the chapters lately (i just wanna try and make it as realistic as possible :( ) buuuttt next chapter will heat up emotionally and we’ll start seeing more y/n x ani moments :)) i have so many plot points i wanna do, so i’m not sure how long this fic is gonna end up being…. i hope you stick around though!! thanks for reading :)

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that-bi-bitch-writes · 1 year

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Paid in Kind

Pairing: Yuuji Itadori x Male Reader

Word Count: 2,053

Warnings: Infidelity, Swearing, Murder, Mentions of suicide. Angst, Major Character Death

Requested by: No one i just missed writing oneshots

Storyline: Yuuji and the reader love each other until death do them part

A/N: I’m bad at angst but I’ve been wanting to write some for years. Nearly a year ago I asked @dont-minchin-it who their favorite jjk character was and they said megumi and mine is yuuji so I wrote this. I didn’t finish it until just now.

[Name] [L.Name] considered himself to be lucky.

When he was a child and the monsters would come out from underneath his bed, he’d close his eyes and grab onto his blanket tightly chanting ‘please go away’. When he’d open his eyes, they’d be gone.

When he’d ask his mom for ice cream before dinner, it’d only take a little bit of prodding for her to cave in. After he failed his first test he’d begged his teacher for an extra credit assignment only to end the semester with an A. He got free lunches when he forgot his, and people would get him a drink from vending machines because they just happened to get an extra one.

When he was 14 he met Megumi Fushiguro. Fuck that guy.

Megumi was one year his junior and an unlikely bully to many, when he first saw [Name] talking to Tsumiki, he made a mental note to check [Name] out and kick his ass.

Megumi learned that [Name] was a normal kid with normal parents and a pretty normal routine. He went to school, he hung out with friends on most days and four days out of the week he took taekwondo classes. Okay maybe Megumi couldn’t quite kick his ass.

“Tsumiki. Who’s that kid you keep talking to at lunch?”

“Care to be more specific?”

“The annoying one who’s oddly lucky. He hangs around those nerds who bring him soda and he gets free lunches sometimes. Is he bothering you?”

“[Name]? No, he's really nice. And he doesn’t make his friends bring him things, he just asks them to get him one if they happen to get an extra. I think sometimes they use their own money to buy them and tell him they hit the jackpot. They call him their own good luck charm”

“Ooh Tsumiki knows him by first name.” Gojo interrupted. He ceremoniously sat closer to the two who were eating dinner. “Tell me more about this [Name] Megumi”

Megumi rolled his eyes but continued “Like I said he’s oddly lucky. I thought he was pulling some strings at first because I couldn't understand why everyone’s always breaking their necks for him but Tsumiki says he just asks. That’s what everyone else says too. He asks nicely and they can’t help but do whatever he wants. He’s charming”

Gojo let out a short and curious hum before Tsumiki and Megumi moved on. Long after the conversation had been over Gojo piped up and asked Megumi to keep an eye on [Name]. Megumi just nodded. He’d already planned to do that anyway.

Nosy Megumi Fushiguro was the worst thing to happen to teenaged [Name]. Adult [Name] paid him back in kind.

[Name] had the worst luck with romance. As in he’d only had two successful relationships–both ending miserably. The first time he was dumped at a wedding. It wasn’t theirs luckily. But it was his childhood best friend’s wedding and he had to stand there and smile like he didn’t get dumped five minutes before the bride walked down the aisle.

PIcture it, a dashing groomsman nursing a wounded heart as he listened to his closest friend promise eternal devotion to the sunniest, most reliable partner anyone could ask for. And the open bar wouldn’t be open for another two hours. Two hours of the perfect couple being fucking perfect. At least when he shed a few tears he could pass it off as being moved to emotion.

The relationships after that, if you could call them relationships, were doomed before they started. [Name] liked sex but adamantly refused to allow himself to get attached to anyone. His excuse was that he was just getting out of a long term relationship and wasn’t looking for anything serious. Unfortunately for him the only person that believed [Name], was himself.

Sex with strangers started to bore him before long but he wasn’t quite done with his avoidant lifestyle so he found himself conjuring excuses to break up with any partner with real potential. He once broke up with someone because they smiled too much. Apparently it made him feel like they were faking their happiness. The cliche avoidant behavior all came to a head when that one person snuck his way into [Name]’s heart.

And then the fucker had to die.

[Name] spent months pretending to mourn. He honestly just felt empty.

Once again: Fuck Megumi Fushiguro.

Not too long after Megumi wormed himself into [Name]’s life Gojo made his first appearance. Wearing sunglasses inside, bright smiles and loud laughs, the man commanded attention and called into doubt everything [Name] knew about himself, the world, and his luck. All of a sudden his life wasn’t in his hands anymore and his luck, which could’ve gone unnoticed, was sorcery. Sorcery that required studying at a boarding school away from his friends, family and the sense of familiarity that felt more like belonging. Sorcery school was a crock of shit.

He didn’t need to learn how to kick ass, and he certainly didn’t need to learn jujutsu techniques considering the fact that he’d stopped noticing curses as a child and hadn’t seen one again until he started channeling cursed energy throughout his body and into his eyes. He could’ve been normal, accepted the illusion of control and gone off to be unfulfilled in a less meaningful way.

I mean who would give up luck and blissful ignorance to risk their lives as teenaged soldiers fighting a war no one else knew about. And his dating pool shrunk before he even got to step foot in the waters. Marrying a sorcerer would only guarantee that his life or even his kid’s life would be ruled by the thing he hated and he couldn’t get out without learning to cope with the lives he could have saved. He had to face the fact that he would grow up to be Satoru Gojo.

Fuck.

Yuuji Itadori was practically a lifeline. Of course with his appearance brought on a whole bunch of other shit but he was the only one who could really understand [Name]. They fucked up his life too. There was no previous exposure to curses, no obvious fucked up origin story, he was at school and met Megumi Fushiguro and boom his life was on the line every day. Yuuji could not enjoy the simple things in life, he would watch friends die, he would not come to terms with the new life he was living. Try as he might.

Yuuji and Megumi were friends. It was hard not to be friends with Yuuji, he inspired people, made them laugh, made them want to live despite the odds. And [Name] was both lucky and stubborn, he would not let go of the one person that could understand him. Not for Megumi, or Gojo or the higher ups, he wouldn’t even die before Yuuji. That’s the promise he made to himself. He’d live for Yuuji. BFFs.

The first time they had sex [Name] was terrified and exhilarated. He was 20, Yuuji 19 and they’d both narrowly avoided death. Neither one of them wanting to die a virgin and just buzzing off of adrenaline. It happened again two more times before [Name] turned 21 and they’d stopped to preserve their friendship. Then they both got into relationships.

Yuuji got married at 26. By then [Name] had already been dumped and thus refused to be one of Yuuji's groomsmen. He showed up early, gave Yuuji his best wishes and then sat in the back during the actual service. The reception was nice, he and Yuuji danced. Itadori’s arms wrapped around [Name]’s waist, [Name]’s arms resting lazily on Yuuji’s shoulders. It was nice to pretend for a while in their little corner of the dance floor, foreheads touching and not a single eye on them. They separated with a grim smile and Yuuji was off to mingle with the rest of the guests. [Name] danced with Yuuta, remained cordial with Gojo and stayed away from Megumi Fushiguro. He didn’t even look at the cake.

Three years later [Name] and Itadori had sex again. It was exhilarating, they worked well together. It was a familiar dance; their eyes closed, forehead touched forehead but they never kissed. Not once. Yuuji was still married after all. Both too selfish to let go of each other, but neither selfish enough to avoid the guilt of what they’d done. What they were doing.

They lasted two weeks without seeing each other. Without ever mentioning it, everything was business as usual. They facetimed each other once a week to catch up and sent each other funny videos to say ‘this reminded me of you’ or ‘have you seen this’.

Yuuji’s marriage fell apart. But it wasn’t just the secret that did it. Getting married at 26 isn’t a death sentence but it is stifling when you’ve known nothing different since you were 15 and all Yuuji’s resentment towards jujutsu society and all the fucking people who died and then 3 years of marriage to a wonderful wonderful partner who just reminds you of all you lost and what could have been. Not even love could save his marriage. So he turned to what he knew best, what felt good no matter what. He turned to [Name].

Four months later Yuuji decided he wanted a divorce and he wanted to be with [Name] who was willing to throw it all away if Yuuji really wanted to. And he did want to. But [Name] didn’t want to put Yuuji in the same position again and told him to go to therapy. Apparently Itadori thought that meant couples therapy. Two months of couple’s therapy made Yuuji want to try and be better.

He had a plan-a good plan. He was going to leave. He was going to leave [Name]. They met on the rooftop of [Name’s] building to discuss the future. Facetime calls reduced to 20 minutes once a month. No more outings alone for the foreseeable future. They would be joined by Fushiguro.

“Kiss me” [Name] begged “If you’re going to leave me for good kiss me once and i’ll let you go. Forever.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea” Yuuji looked hesitant. His eyes glanced down to [Name]’s lips and his jaw clenched

“If you’re afraid kissing me will break your resolve then you shouldn’t be leaving me in the first place.” [Name] said resolutely. His eyes steeled with determination as he said “Kiss me. Kiss me my love and i’ll let you go for good”

Yuuji stepped closer. Once he bridged the gap [Name] launched forward and returned the kiss with a bruising passion. Yuuji pulled back for air just before the two of them got lost in it. They touched foreheads panting, breathing in each other’s air.

[Name] pulled away first and stepped toward the edge looking over.

“Don’t.” Yuuji panicked and inched closer hand seeking [Name]’s

[Name] looked up and let out a hollow laugh “I’m not gonna do anything” he said smiling as if anything about his behavior would reassure Yuuji.

“You just told me you’d let me go forever and then stepped toward the edge of your 15 story building i’m sorry if i’m a little worried”

“Come here” [Name] said, pulling Yuuji closer. Yuuji could see tears in his eyes “I’m not gonna jump.” Yuuji gripped [Name]’s shoulders and stared into his eyes only finding truth. He sighed and relaxed, letting go of [Name] who briefly kissed him on the cheek and smiled solemnly. He took a deep breath and finished his thought aloud: ‘i’m not gonna jump yuuji’

“I’m gonna push you”

Megumi Fushiguro ruined [Name]’s life. So [Name] killed Megumi’s husband.

This was a kind of sorrow [Name] could bear. Megumi took everything. His friends, his freedom, his childhood and the love of [Name]’s life. And he’d known it all along. How [Name] resented him long before Tsumiki got sick. As he consoled the grieving Fushiguro, the only thing [Name] said was “I forgive you”

Fushiguro thought it was odd that [Name] forgave him for ruining his life, as if the death of Yuuji washed away all their hatred and sin but no.

[Name] had already repaid him in kind.

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Dom Mysterio x Reader

Smut

Friends to Lovers

Flash backs coming up!

I don’t own WWE characters, it’s all for fun

Not edited (once I upload everything from my phone I’ll do a read through 🙌🏻)

Chapter Four | Where it all started…

I didn’t question how Dom got from the airport to the house we grew up in when I ordered my own Uber. In the car I texted Angie, his mom, letting her know he knew. I also told her about Raw and the disaster it was.

Dom knew and was making everyone pay for it.

Me: I’m gonna stop by for some clothes but then I’ll grab a hotel room.

Angie: No, you aren’t. You’re coming home for the holidays. Dom can be pissed, we did what we had to. He’s only upset because he’s in love with you.

Me: It’s just like Rey said, you don’t find forever at Seventeen.

Angie: And what if you did?

I didn’t respond to her last text when I focused on the sun peeking out. Pulling into the driveway I contemplated how I felt for Dom. He was easily the best person I knew but I couldn’t get past not being good enough for him. He deserved so much better than me.

He didn’t even know why his family took me in. Only his parents knew and they promised to keep it secret.

Ringing the bell, Angie pulled me into her arms and squeezed me like she missed me. Hugging her back I let myself feel loved the way they tried for years.

“Go get some sleep. It’s early. Your room is untouched.”

Taking her advice I crawled into my old bed in nothing more than panties begging Dom would pity me enough to simply ignore me if he picked up round two in my room.

Once I woke up I dragged myself to my feet, padding my way to the shared bathroom from our youth. Still yawning and stretching I didn’t realize the shower was on until I heard Dom moan.

It was an unmistakable sound that had lived rent free in my head long after our first time. It was the perfect amount of breathy and demanding that instantly had me wet. “Fuck, I’m so hard.”

I stopped in my tracks when I realized he wasn’t alone. His iPhone was propped up on the shower shelf and the way he was breathing I could tell his hand was touching himself. My breath hitched in my throat when I slowly backed out of the bathroom.

Standing in the doorway I listened to Dom keep moaning while his hand choked himself. “Show me how wet you are,” he barely said above a whisper and I felt my knees weakened. I wanted nothing more than to open the shower door and slip inside with him but he needed to hate me to move on. We couldn’t keep falling into bed and get over each other too.

Tempted I touched my own panties, savagely teased by the outline of his toned muscles.

I rummaged through my clothes for a hoodie and some sweats. I needed space, I needed my world to stop revolving around him for a few seconds. So I did what anyone else would do, actually go home. My real home.

I lived on the same street as Dominik, only my father was ruthless and my mother was submissive unlike his parents. Maybe enough time passed where we could make up, start over, forgive each other.

I couldn’t have been more wrong.

At first it was going well until I voiced my endless debt for Dom’s family taking me in. That led to another fight and that fight ended the same way with my father’s fist colliding with my face.

It wasn’t exactly like the first time.

Rey knew we were friends and saw my bruises. He asked Dominik to have me over for dinner and when they could get me alone they asked me for the truth. No questions later I was living with him and sharing a bathroom with Dom.

Nursing my bloody nose and already swelling eye I waited until it was late enough to sneak in without being seen by anyone. Especially Dominik.

Collecting my things in my duffle bag, whatever I left behind thinking this was home and left what used to be my room barren I tiptoed into the bathroom to clean out my medicine cabinet. Swallowing some Advil with my handful of faucet water I choked them back.

The door creaked open and Dom leaned against the door frame in the dark. There was no way he could see me, not in the pitch black.

Keeping my head down I ignored him, filling my makeup bag with anything I didn’t want to leave behind.

“It doesn’t feel good hurting you.”

“It’s fine, Dom. I deserve it.”

Sighing, he stepped closer, running his hands through his hair. “I have been in love with you since I met you. When you asked me to take your virginity, all I wanted was for you to give me a chance.”

“Your dad said it best: no one finds forever at that age. I was living with your family, I owe them everything for taking me in. I had no one else, Dom. You have no idea what it was like at home. I couldn’t betray them by loving their son. I couldn’t be the person you fell for just to disappoint everyone when I didn’t live up to the demand.”

Coming even closer, I could tell he was trying not to reach out and touch me. “My family loves you. You are family.”

“Exactly. I couldn’t lose them,” I clapped back when I turned around without thinking.

Dom’s hands cupped my face, holding me in his hands and demanding to know what happened. “Who did this? What the fuck happened?”

He wasn’t going to let it go or be okay with a lie. “I thought I could finally go home. Guess daddy dearest wasn’t ready to forgive me.”

Dominik stormed out of the bathroom, chasing after him. I grabbed my hoodie and ran after him begging him to stop. His fists were clenched and when he slammed on his parent’s door I wanted to disappear. “You fucking knew and didn’t tell me? That’s why you took her in? Because her dad was beating her?” Rey was in his boxer briefs half asleep with the door cracked enough to hear his son’s rant. “Why didn’t you fucking do something? You’re a fucking fighter.”

“Dom. Dominik. Go cool off, we’ll talk tomorrow.”

Pushing the door open on his dad it felt like the live event all over again. “Just like her getting pregnant? You kept vital information from me.”

“Son. Don’t do this. She’s been through enough.”

“And I was kept in the dark. I told you not to fuck with my family. She’s my family, not anyone else, her. Why is he still breathing? Why isn’t he in jail?”

Rey dropped his head trying to stay silent. “She asked me not to. That’s why. She had been abused her whole life and didn’t want to be the girl who survived, she wanted to live.”

“How the fuck could we live on the same street as him. You just took her in, no questions asked and expected me not to love her? You knew how much I fell for her. You fucking walked in on losing our virginities. How the fuck could you not tell me she got pregnant.” Pushing his dad with so much force I gasped before stepping closer.

Interrupting, I touched Dom’s chest pleading. “Dom please. Please, come to bed. I’ll explain. Just leave your parents out of it.”

His head jerked in my direction, seething with anger. “Come to bed? And what, pretend it’s okay for one night? Every time I fuck your it ruins me.” Squinting down at me he forced my face in his dad’s direction. “She tried to go home because she thought she had to choose between family and me. You guys let her go home to get beat. You could have stopped him a long time ago.”

“Dominik, what did you want us to do?”

“What I’m gonna do.” Dominik already had skinny jeans and a graphic tee on when he jogged down the stairs and made his way to my childhood home.

Running after him in a long hoodie and panties I pulled on him so hard he had no choice but to stop. “Don’t do this. Getting arrested isn’t worth it. Losing your career isn’t worth it. I don’t regret him hitting me. It brought me here. I’m begging you, Dom.”

Towering over me his lips moved dangerously close to mine. “You know what I want. Are you agreeing?”

Shaking my head yes I let the tears fall. “Just come to bed.” Walking by his parents I apologized, keeping my face down and repenting for the trouble.

“Mija, don’t be sorry. You’re family.” Rey squeezed my arm.

Pushing Dom into my room, closing the door and locking it I pulled the hoodie off. Dom’s body barely moved, hovering next to mine. “We don’t have to do this right now. You got me back inside.”

“There’s rules…” I slipped out of my panties before standing up straight against the door completely naked.

Looking down at my naked body his tongue swiped his lips. His hands grasped my hips, “okay. Rules. Tell me the rules.”

Dragging his hands up my body to my breasts I gasped. “Dom.”

“Baby the rules. Need the rules,” his chest was pounding and his voice was breathy.

His fingers pinched my nipples playfully, “You have to call and text everyday.” I bit down a moan trying to stay strong, “No other girls. And we have to take it slow.”

“I want to come inside you… What do the rules say about that?” his voice trailed off when I pulled the shirt over his head and he kissed my mouth so gently it felt unreal.

Slipping his tongue inside my mouth I undid his jeans and prayed for him to take them off quickly before I changed my mind. I was nervous when our hands laced together, both naked in the middle of my room, butterflies filling my stomach the same way when he first fucked me.

“Dom, wait, wait.” my body was being pulled into his hips trying to clash while his mouth kissed my neck. I was so wet that I wasn’t even sure it would feel good when I made my last confession. “No one’s been inside me since you. All the guys and dates, it was just so you could hate me.”

“It was only me? This is my pussy? Say it, Mami.”

Shaking my head yes Dominik lifted me up into his arms, walking over to the bed and ending up on top of me. “No one but you.”

“Fuck baby. I’m so fucking hard right now.” The second his palms held my thighs up I felt him slip inside me. Every inch rubbed up against every nerve, forcing my hips to grind against him and my whimpers to be uncontrollable.

“Dom,” I whimpered when he went too deep, hitting parts of me that screamed.

Lowering down over me, pinning my legs at his hips, and covering my neck in lazy kisses. “Relax, mi amor, I know how to make you feel good.”

Dominik wasn’t lying. Every slip up we had ended in earth shattering orgasms and the lingering desire for more. When he touches me everything writers for him even more.

“I’m scared of messing it up,” I whispered into his chest as his thrusts picked up speed.

His hands smoothed down my face and body weight sat on his elbows. “You can’t mess it up when we haven’t even tried.” Moaning into my mouth our tongues swiped at each other. “Let me take care of you. Let me love you.”

“Dominik, Dom. I’m close,” I whimpered into his mouth when his out of breath chest heaved against mine.

“Don’t come yet baby. Me vuelves loca, mi amore.” The way he spoke Spanish made my pussy only get tighter as he thrusted his way inside me over and over. Every inch of him was covered in my arousal by the time I felt my body tensed. “I’m gonna come, Mami.”

He didn’t have to tell me, I could feel the way he pulsed and jerked inside me. Our bodies drove each other crazy and the way we came shook through us.

Dom was off for two weeks for the holidays which was unheard of. Ever since he skyrocketed to the main roster of WWE Dom was never home.

Waking up cuddled up into Dom’s arm was surreal. It felt like a dream but it had been true. Turning into me his lips found mine before he even opened his eyes. “Do you regret it yet?”

His body was pressed again mine, every inch of him stiffening up. “Do you hear that?” Pausing we both listened when it became clear as day. It was his mom and dad having sex. We broke out into a fit of laughter trying to unheard our own payback.

“Let’s show them how it’s done, baby.” Helping me into his lap I straddled him as he sat up against the headboard. “Come here,” he whispered before our tongues wrestled in between our mouths.

Pushing my hips up I felt Dom’s knuckles graze my puffy pussy as he guided himself inside me. I held my breath with every inch I sat down on until I exhaled a quiet moan. “That’s it baby girl. Goddamn, that feels good.”

Slowly rocking my hips and crushing my clit against his body I started to shake all over. My legs vibrated and my heart was racing as Dominik’s hands cupped my ass, picking up my pace.

“I want as much of you as I can before I have to leave for Raw.”

His confession felt like a brick dropping through my stomach. He was leaving and I wouldn’t be with him. Even if we got pregnant in some dangerous game of fixing the problems we had I would be pregnant and alone all over again.

His mouth found my neck, my chest, and sucked my hard nipples into his mouth. His tongue bullied my nippled in his mouth and I gasped trying not to come right then and there.

“Do you know how many times I touched myself to this? How many times have I came all over toys just imagining riding you?” I couldn’t believe it was happening. “Dom. I’m close.”

His hips started to push back and his hands only grabbed onto my hips tighter. “Fuck, mi amore. I’m gonna come inside you.”

Leaning into him, my nipples scrapping his chest and my mouth colliding with his neck I whispered, “I want you to, please, come inside me.”

His face turned into mine as my hips bucked into his lap and all of his inside of me felt hard enough to get hurt on. “Oh my god. It’s so hard,” I purred into him.

“Mi amore, me estoy corriendo,” his breathy voice only made me wetter as his grip held me in place from rolling my hips anymore. Trying to grind myself over our matching orgasms his grip got tighter. “Don’t move baby, don’t move.” He groaned out against my shoulder, wrapping his arms around my waist and moaning out loud.

“Dom. Dominik.” Trying to catch my breath I shook on top of Dom when he relaxed back into the headboard.

Pushing me down next to him he got between my wet legs, both of our orgasms coating my pussy. “I wanna taste you, hermosa. I wanna know what you taste like after I make you come.”

Dom’s tongue licked my pussy and I writhed against the bed. I gasped and moaned without realizing I might have been too loud. “Dom, oh my god, Dom I can’t.”

The way Dominik licked every sensitive part of me without trying had my body shaking. I felt like I couldn’t breath and my legs were going to fall off. “Can’t what baby? Come in my mouth for me?”

My back arched and my head tossing back as his tongue slipped inside me. My entire body was shaking when my knees automatically closed around his head as it rolled up me.

Landing next to me he pulled me into him as I barely recovered. “I love the way you taste. I love everything about you. I actually have a confession too…” I clamped my eyes closed only for a second hoping it wasn’t Rhea related. “I knew you wouldn’t let it happen again so I set up cameras in our condo that night. I have the video of us fucking. That’s what gets me through being without you, on the road, everything.”

“Dom!” I playfully hit his shoulder. “I want to see!”

“I had someone edit for me so it’s not so bad when the cameras switch between each other. Reaching for the night stand he realized his phone was still in his room when he poured out of bed. Pushing his pants on he went through the shared bathroom before coming back.

Handing me his phone I started getting nervous. “I’m gonna shower, hermosa. You watch.” Rolling onto my stomach and pushing into my elbows I placed the phone against a pillow and pressed play.

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run-me-through-but-not-like-that · 1 year

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Nursed

Summary: When Izzy gets sick, Stede insists he takes some time off. He also insists that you are put in charge of the first mate's care.

Word Count: 3477

Izzy knew that the best thing to do when a member of the crew got sick was to quarantine them, at least to some extent. Ships were prime spaces for viruses to spread and if the whole crew got sick that would be good for nobody.

That rule hasn’t applied much to Izzy since he became First Mate, though. He was always needed for one thing or another, he couldn’t just take time off because he had the sniffles or a sore throat. He had to just work through it unless it got bad enough to have him unable to move from his cot, that wasn’t very common though.

Why Bonnet had insisted on following this one rule of ship and crew maintenance was beyond him, probably just to irritate Izzy even more than he already does. Izzy had let a few coughs and sneezes slip while he was up on deck, no big deal, but Bonnet had taken notice. Roach had agreed that Izzy was coming down with something, and Bonnet had insisted that Izzy retire to his cabin to sleep it off, to take as much time as he needed until he was feeling better. Of course, Izzy had thought it, but Edward had only backed up his co-captain on the matter.

So, Izzy had stomped down to his cabin while hurling verbal abuse at anyone who he passed just to make himself feel a little bit better. He supposed that if he was going to be trapped in his cabin until he could pass as being perfectly well, he might as well actually try to sleep some of this sickness off.

His short nap was cut even shorter by the sound of somebody knocking at his door. Surely Bonnet had told the whole crew that Izzy was in bed with some terrible illness by now, so maybe if he just stayed quiet the person outside would just go away.

Instead, the door opened. Izzy groaned as he sat up, finding that his head was actually aching a little more now rather than feeling any better. He glared at you, only snarling a little, as you entered his cabin.

“I guess I woke you…” you observed, at least looking a little guilty about it. “Didn’t think you’d actually go to sleep. Thought you’d just pace around until you passed out or something,” you didn’t look at him as you moved further into the room, placing a tray down on his desk.

“Anyway, got some…bad news,” you turned to him, a not so sorry smile on your face.

“If I’m dying, that would actually be a relief,” Izzy huffed. Even when he was sent to his cabin to wallow in his sickness, he couldn’t get a break from this damned crew.

“Ah, nobody’s that lucky, I’m afraid,” you joked, but it actually came out more light than malicious. “Stede has assigned me to nurse you back to health,” you finally informed him.

Izzy blinked at you like you had just spoken some other language he wasn’t familiar with. “What?”

“Best to only have one person coming to see you, reduce the risk of contamination and all that. Since I help Roach with the medical stuff around here, Stede thought it would be for the best,” you explained.

“Fucking hell,” Izzy sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose. His head was aching more now.

“Took the words right out of my mouth,” you laughed to yourself before stepping to the side, gesturing to the tray on his desk. “Got you a pitcher of water, you really need to keep hydrated, and some broth. Won’t be too heavy on your stomach.”

At least you didn’t bring up the whole ‘Izzy the Spewer’ thing, even if Izzy could tell what you were getting at with the stomach comment. To his surprise, you actually sounded sincere and concerned rather than mocking.

“When did you start feeling sick?” you asked, almost clinically. A little like Roach would ask ‘does that hurt’ when he was poking at a bleeding wound.

“I can take care of myself. Done it plenty of times before.” Izzy wasn’t even sure why he was fighting it, stupid shit seemed to be inevitable on this ship.

“Oh, I’m sure. I bet you worked through it all like the stubborn little creature you are, right?” you rolled your eyes, your tone flat.

“Didn’t have much of a choice,” Izzy muttered.

“Well, you still don’t, now you have to let yourself accept help and be taken care of,” you tutted before repeating your question. “So, when did you start feeling sick?”

“...felt it coming on yesterday.”

“You’re at the beginning of it then. It’s going to get worse before it gets better. Probably just the common cold, nothing to worry about, sure you’ve dealt with worse,” you shrugged slightly. “Drink. Eat. Drink some more. Then get some sleep. Let your body rest and heal,” you advised, “I’ll be back later to check on you, get you some more food and water.”

“Don’t feel obligated,” Izzy grumbled as you headed to the door, unsure if he even wanted you to hear him.

“I’ll see you later. Or not…if you’re asleep, I won’t wake you,” you told him, leaving no room for debate.

And just like that, you were gone.

Despite being frustrated with Bonnet's stupid orders and even more frustrated that you would be popping in and out, Izzy dropped down in the seat at his desk. He ate the broth and drank some water before dragging himself back into bed, suddenly feeling incredibly tired.

Just as you said you would, you dropped by his cabin later on to check on him. To your surprise, he was actually sleeping. Even more surprisingly, he actually looked somewhat peaceful, not as grumpy as he usually is.

Maybe it was silly, but you couldn’t help but smile a little at the sight.

You placed the fresh pitcher of water and some leftover biscuits, in case he got hungry, down on his desk.

Silently, you stepped over to Izzy’s cot and carefully fixed the blanket over his frame. He must have kicked it off of himself a little in his sleep. Izzy hummed and nuzzled into his pillow, you bit back a small laugh. Wasn’t that just adorable? You dug a cloth out of your pocket and wiped away the slight sheen of sweat over his brow before returning to his desk.

With your job done, you gathered up the dirty dishes and left the cabin. You walked into the galley, dropping the dishes down by the sink.

“How’s the patient?” Roach asked. He had been very vocal about how pleased he was that Stede had assigned you to watch over Izzy and not him.

“Sleeping,” you told him, “think he’s getting a fever.”

“Better you than me, I’d probably just tie him down to the bed and force feed him until he’s better,” Roach mused. He was a surprisingly talented medic but not always the most patient one. If his patient didn’t want help, they wouldn’t be getting it.

“Kinky,” you wiggled your brows at him before turning back to the dishes. “Let’s just hope the fever makes him easier to handle.”

You checked in on Izzy again before you headed to bed. He was sleeping again but there was less water and fewer biscuits than what you had left earlier, so you took that as a win. You would stop by before breakfast, make sure he wasn’t going without anything.

The next morning you checked in on Izzy, expecting to find him still in bed, but instead he was sitting on the edge of his cot. His clothes sat beside him, pants in hand. It looked like he had started to get dressed but had to sit down before really even starting.

He looked frustrated with himself but he clearly wasn’t well, his face pale and his shoulders slumped.

“Are you seriously trying to get up?” you asked with a huff, like you just couldn’t believe what you were seeing. You absolutely could believe that Izzy Hands was trying to get back to work when he was hitting the worst of his illness.

“I’m fine,” Izzy insisted, cringing at how rough his own voice sounded.

“That’s a blatant fucking lie,” you rolled your eyes. “C’mon, back in bed,” you were in front of him in an instant, pulling the leather pants out of his hands. You folded his clothes neatly and placed them on top of the chest at the bottom of his bed.

Izzy just watched as you moved around his cabin, vaguely pleased that you had neatly handled his clothes, as ridiculous as that may be. Then you were returning to him, a hand on his shoulder as you got him to lay down and pulled his blanket over him. He protested and weakly thought but before he knew it, he was back in his bed.

“Too warm,” Izzy complained, trying to push the blanket off of him again.

“It’s your fever. Don’t kick it off, okay?” your voice was surprisingly soothing as you spoke, like you really wanted him to understand and not just do as you said because you said it. “I’ll get some stuff for you in a minute,” you assured, tucking the blanket back into place.

“Are you up for eating?” you asked, stepping back. Izzy just shrugged, feeling completely out of his element. “I’ll get you something small,” you decided with a small nod. “Want some medication?”

“No,” Izzy answered. You just nodded, not pushing him on the matter.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” you promised before gathering up the dirty dishes and dipping out of the cabin.

When you returned again a few minutes later, it was with another tray of items.

Izzy grumpily sat up and let you give him what you brought for him. You got him to drink a full cup of water and then helped him eat a few spoonfuls of soup. He blushed the whole time at the fussing and protesting that he could manage himself, but you just shushed him and did your job.

Izzy drank some more and lay down properly again. You placed a cool damp cloth over his forehead, making him comfortable before telling him to get some sleep. He surprised himself by actually falling asleep, unable to fight his heavy eyelids.

This time, as he slept, you stayed. Sitting by his bedside so you could keep replacing the cloth and keep his temperature down.

You had to pop out of the cabin every now and again throughout the day to tend to other things but you would always return to care for Izzy, even if he fought you every step of the way.

On the third day, Izzy’s fever seemed to reach its peak. Which you hoped meant it would start getting better soon.

He ate very little that day but you managed to force him to drink whenever he woke up. When you had been asked to nurse Izzy a little, you had completely planned on giving him plenty of space and time alone since he seemed to enjoy it so much, but that day you barely left his side.

While he slept, you were sitting beside him, rinsing and replacing the cloth on his forehead to help keep him cool.

Your silent routine was interrupted by a quiet whine. You paused, frowning down at the sleeping first mate. He whined again, his brow pinching slightly.

“Shush, just gotta get through the worst of it,” you attempted to soothe him, even if he couldn’t hear you.

Izzy’s face scrunched up as he began to writhe on his cot, like he was having a nightmare of some sort. It was probably a symptom of his fever, or at least worsened by it.

“You’re alright, Iz. Just a bad dream, I’ve got you,” you continued to talk sweet nonsense until he calmed. He hummed slightly when you ran your fingers through his dirty hair, so you continued, happy that it was soothing him.

You smiled as he settled. “There we go, just sleep it off,” you whispered. Izzy let out a small sigh, slipping back into a dreamless sleep.

With a sigh, you stood and began tidying up again. You couldn’t sit around watching Izzy sleep all day, especially when he would most likely be perfectly fine, but you found yourself not really wanting to leave him.

The fourth day came around after you managed to pull yourself away from his side to get some sleep. Of course, the first thing you did was grab some food from the galley and went to see Izzy. He was laying on his cot, awake but not looking happy in the slightest. At least he wasn’t trying to get back to work this time.

“Still feeling shitty, huh?” you asked.

“You tell me,” Izzy muttered.

For some reason you felt fond about his grouchiness. “Alright, I brought some brekkie. Hungry?”

Izzy eyed the bowl in your hands. “...could eat…”

You insisted on spoon feeding him even when he fought it. He eventually allowed it, grumbling with each bite he took. The broth was good though, soothing his throat, clearing his sinuses, and warming his belly.

“Ate more than yesterday, that’s good,” you acknowledged.

As you placed the bowl down, Izzy actually asked for something. “Water?”

“Look at that, asking for things, accepting help. You’re growing, doing so well.” You were teasing, of course you were teasing, just joking around. Still, he couldn’t help the way he flushed at the praise. What the fuck? He only asked for some water.

You poured him a cup of water and handed it over without another comment. “If you finish the full cup and I’ll leave you alone until lunch,” you promised.

“If that’s all it takes,” Izzy huffed, bringing the cup up to his mouth.

“Ah, you like me. You haven’t even threatened to stab me once,” you teased.

Izzy distracted himself by finishing the drink, letting you take the cup back once it was empty. He really didn’t need all this doting, and surely he could fight it a little more…

“And we say…” you prompted.

“Fuck off.”

“Come on, Izzy. Say it and I’ll bring an extra treat with lunch.”

“Fucking-” Izzy sighed, knowing you wouldn’t drop this. You had probably earnt it at this point anyway. “Thank you.”

“See, not so difficult,” you smiled, seemingly pleased with him, before pressing a kiss to his temple.

Izzy froze but you didn’t pay it any mind, you just went about tidying up like you always do and headed for the door. “Get some rest. Feel better soon, Iz,” you left him with another sincere smile.

You returned to Izzy’s cabin later on that day. “How are you feeling?”

“Better. Can I fucking move now?” Izzy glared at you. He was probably going a little crazy locked up in his cabin for the last few days, and you couldn’t really blame him.

“Nope, not until you’re back in perfect health. Captain’s rules,” you at least looked a little apologetic, “maybe tomorrow, though.”

“Got you some broth,” of course, you had your tray with you, “Roach is making stew for dinner today, think you’re up for that?”

Izzy huffed and rolled his eyes. “Just some fucking stew.”

“Izzy, work with me here. Don’t want to give you anything that upsets your stomach,” you sighed, something about it a little pleading.

You were right, he supposed. You only wanted to help, even if Bonnet had fucking ordered you to. “...yeah…stew will be fine,” he gave in.

“Good,” you smiled, bright and genuine again.

You let him feed himself this time, since this time you sat and ate with him. Letting him have half of your orange.

“Since you’re feeling better and not sleeping through the whole day, do you want me to bring you anything for entertainment?” you asked but Izzy just raised an eyebrow at you. “I dunno, like a book or something?” you weren’t even sure if he could read, you had seen him working on the logs but that was a little different.

“I could get Frenchie to sit outside your door and play some songs,” you suggested.

“A book is fine,” Izzy answered quickly before begrudgingly adding, “nothing boring.”

“It will be the most exhilarating book you’ve ever read,” you winked playfully.

Since lunch had gone so well, at least in your opinion, you had decided to eat your dinner with Izzy as well. Plus, he was more cognizant than he was yesterday and you thought the company would be good for him even if he didn’t much care for it.

“Aren’t you worried about getting sick? I mean, you don’t have to eat with me,” Izzy eventually questioned after eating in silence.

“Don’t want you to be all isolated and lonely in here. I’ll take the risk,” you shrugged, sounding honest enough. “You’ll just have to nurse me back to health like I have so kindly done for you,” you teased.

“In your fucking dreams,” Izzy scoffed. He was a first mate, not a nurse.

“I bet you’d be the most effective nurse ever, very practical. Terrible bedside manner, though,” you thought out loud, hearing Izzy’s quiet snort of amusement. “Bet you’d just tell the illness to fuck off and it would.”

“Huh, haven’t tried that yet,” he muttered.

“Wouldn’t work on yourself. Bet your illnesses are just stubborn as you are,” you hummed thoughtfully.

At that, Izzy smiled a little to himself. He had to admit that this is kinda…nice.

“Think you’ll be back up on deck soon?” you asked.

“Could have been up there today but you’d snitch to Bonnet,” Izzy shot a halfhearted glare your way.

“Damn right I would. You need to get fully better or you’re just going to make it worse again,” you chastised. “But maybe the next couple of days, maybe even tomorrow.”

“Thank fuck,” Izzy seemed genuinely relieved. You’ve never met somebody so reluctant to take a break, especially when they obviously needed one.

“That means you need to be caught up on what’s going on up there,” your eyes brightened at the realisation.

“Bet it’s not piracy,” Izzy scoffed.

“I’d say you won that bet, but I have no coin to give you,” you rolled your eyes fondly. “Anyway, here’s everything that has happened since you got sentenced to your cabin…”

You went on to tell him about all of the inane things the crew had gotten up too over the last few days, even going into depth about the most mundane things.

Izzy truly didn’t care about the stupid conversations the crew was having over dinner in the galley, but he found himself listening anyway. Admittedly, he lost the actual words every now and again when he really lost interest in the story, but he still found your voice soothing. Even if he couldn’t recall everything you said, a part of him didn’t want you to stop. He could just finish his stew to the soothing sound of your company.

On the fifth day, you might have even said that Izzy seemed excited to see you. As soon as you stepped into the cabin, Izzy perked up. “Thank fuck you’re here.”

“Wow, you’re happy to see me…did you fall out of bed and hit your head?” you squinted in suspicion.

“No,” Izzy huffed. “No, I’m feeling better. I can be…discharged or whatever the fuck,” he insisted.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” you tutted.

“Which is why I’m glad you’ve shown up already,” he rolled his eyes.

“I’m right on time!”

“Just get on with it!”

“Careful or I’m going to tell Stede you need a few more days bedrest,” you warned sternly, earning a small grumble from Izzy.

You gave him a quick check over, making sure his temperature was back to normal, that the colour had returned to his face. Asked how his throat felt, how tired he was, even though you knew he would most likely lie about anything he could. You had to admit, he did seem a lot better.

“Alright, first mate Hands, I think you’re good to get back to work,” you announced/ “But take it easy. First sniffle or clearing of your throat, as I’m dragging you back down here,” you warned.

“Fine. Now fuck off,” Izzy huffed, waving his hand to dismiss you.

“...I still brought breakfast…might as well eat before heading up,” you reasoned, gesturing towards the tray on his desk. Two servings of porridge that Roach had prepared for the crew this morning.

“Yeah. Fine, alright,” Izzy accepted the breakfast, not complaining when you sat with him to eat together. “...thanks,” he whispered, his gratitude unprompted and sincere this time, making you smile as you ate another spoonful.

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