#leonard burns x female reader

[kaedeakeshisworld]

Prologue

Duo: Sugar daddy Leonard Burns, Black fem y/n- so black features, setting is a modern au

Relationship status: Sugar daddy/sugar baby (does it evolve into something else, idk we finna see that) both are possessive towards each other

Content warning: A lil' sprinkle of plot, no joking from the beginning this is too smutty panty sniffing( for some reason he really nasty- kept it as a gift), daddy kink, age gap (y/n is in her mid -twenties and Leo is his early fifties), dry humping, cunnilingus, clitoris bumping nose of the person giving oral(f! receiving-idk what to call it really), fingering, squirting, licking arousal from fingers...

pet name use such as dove, honey, darling, my girl and cinnamon bun (I’m wheezing)

Aperçu: y/n is someone that had never given a second thought to the idea of dating. But now because she is in her mid twenties, she decides that it wouldn’t be that bad to give it a try. Thanks to her friends, she explores the world of dating through a different kind of lens that is none other than the sugar daddy bubble. Let’s see where this journey leads her to…

word count: 4 k sum

Well, you had what could represent a happy life. You had friends, a roof over your head and you were a self made person. Every single thing you had ever owned you had financed it, you did not like gifts, it felt really awkward and inappropriate to accept them just like that. Let’s say ma raised an independent woman, right?! Also something that made you quite unique compared to your friends is that you have never been interested in men!( This my specific case but the gag is I don’t really feel attraction towards anyone really) and sometimes you did wonder if something was wrong with you.

You decided to discuss with your friends about that matter and see if there was a possibility for you to develop a lil’ game in the dating sphere. You had discussed plenty of options with them but you had never really found common ground until the idea of being a sugar baby was announced. At first, you were like there is no way I’ll trade my cunny for some old fart like that even if he rich as fuck! But then your friends Bianca, Theresa and Marjorie had all the tea on how to get you to join the community (I deadass thought about getting one but the the independent feminist my mum raised could not do it!) They went over all the possibilities that could be suitable for you and they had even mentioned this option where you could get a sugar daddy that would provide you with everything and you wouldn’t have to give him sugar. 

You thought this was the best option that would be convenient for you. So with your friends' encouragement, you decided to go look up on the site www.sugardaddiesheaven.com( I totally made it up- I don’t think you’ll find something) for a very attractive man that would be willing to cater to your needs and you were surprised with how popular this site was and the reviews were immaculate! Your research did not take too long, something like 2-3 days and you had found your perfect match.

This long haired man was extremely well built, you had to double check his pictures through social media and Oh lord have mercy, how is it possible to have a body like that at that age!?!? You were gobsmacked as much as you were salivating to touch him- wait hold up why is it that I want to touch him like that? Why all of a sudden carnal desire is appearing in my life, hold on AM I STRAIGHT( this is me literally panicking anytime I simp for a anime/manga character that is a man hehe)

You decided to calm yourself down. It was okay to experience these feelings matter of fact, call it relief, because now you finally felt like you had something to hold onto other than yourself and the thing you had always wanted but never admitted it. 

You started analysing his profile, he was the CEO of Fire Force company, was in his early fifties, looked like a greek god had sculpted his body among many other features that he visibly had for instance the visible dick print on his tight pants like *clears throat* you do not have a little amount of shame huh, do you?! But that did not matter anyway, you were enjoying every bit of it! You mustered the courage to message him and were extremely nervous, as soon as you had sent it you decided to do something else to forget about it. An hour later, you checked your computer and he had answered. More surprisingly he had answered right away after you decided to leave your room. His reply was short, precise and concise: he asked if you would like to meet him before anything became official.

You both agreed to meet at this new hyped elegant restaurant so that way he could wine and dine you without no pressure at all on a day where you were free.You decided to showcase the body you had built over the years of hard work and honour it all with a simple yet effective hairstyle which consisted of a half up half down locks that would allow you to fully harness your inner goddess. (I love to see black women flaunt their natural hair as well as rocking whatever they decide to rock, it makes me smile so hard that as a result my cheeks hurt!) You were stunning, your brown skin was draped with this backless metallic orange satin dress that perfectly hugged your curves, you had black heels on, the penultimate touch of this amazing outfit was your earrings completed by this discreet purse .

You looked spectacular, smelled deliciously great and were a sight to behold. Your backside was stealing the show more than your actual back was supposed to but it’s fine to flaunt what ma gave you! It didn’t take long to get to La Plaza (I made that up as a place to eat at) by car, the interior had a refreshing vibe, it was fairly modern, and the beige aesthetic defined this place. You parked your car, got out of it and headed towards the restaurant.

You walked up to the reservations employee to ask for your possible future sugar daddy’s last name and before he could provide you with the information you were looking for, the legend appeared behind you and seductively whispered in your ear "You surely were beautiful on your profile picture but," he pauses for a few seconds before continuing "Oh my goodness, up close you are extremely gorgeous."

You were startled, you wanted to scream, it really caught you off guard! You calmly counted until ten and decided to face this person. For a couple of seconds, you no longer knew how to breathe as you were eagerly appreciating the man standing before you. He had a man bun( I really dig these for some odd reason). He was irresistible, remarkably good looking, you certainly won the lottery with this sugar daddy. He had a jawline gifted from the divine being adorned with a well groomed beard, emerald eyes. He already had white hair but that only did increase the magnetism he had. 

You knew that he could definitely make you ride his face, give you beard burns(pun intended) and whatnot (foreshadowing). Inner thought -Oh no, I think I am falling for this dude- let me check if I still want money without being dicked down.-

Just admiring him was making you wet and your pearl was steadily pulsing under that dress. The reservation’s person interrupted both of your hazes by clearing his throat and signalling that you were making people behind you wait. This time, Leonard said "May I lead you to our table so we can start our lunch" while he offered his hand. You answered with an unintelligible "Yes" before taking his hand and following him. 

While you were following him towards the table, you noticed his broad back, his well built frame and that he also had a nice backside! You were literally drooling so much that you had to stop gawking at this sight. The table at which you were going to eat was fairly secluded from the others, a bit of privacy was necessary. The truth is he just wanted you for himself. Maybe you did not get it but ever since you entered the place, everyone’s predatory gaze was on you.

Therefore, he wanted to ensure you would only be his prize for his eyes to look at. You go ahead to pull your chair but he stops you in your tracks and announces "No, I’ll do it, you are my guest here" and pulls the chair for you to sit down. You nod that you’re well seated and while he goes towards his, your gaze lingers upon his big veiny forearms, biceps, broad back then how huge his hands are.

You know you’re high key undressing him with your eyes but again *cough* he had no business looking like that! He was simply dressed but with such elegance! He had a black buttoned up shirt with rolled sleeves, two buttons open showcasing a lil’ of his torso, black chino pants and brown loafers. He had this watch on his left wrist, a gold chain on his neck needless to say he looked like a snack.

He has clearly grasped that you are enthralled by him, he chuckles and states "You can stare all you want dove, anytime you want and however long you want. I’m only yours" You gasp, you don’t know what to say, your mind is racing, his profile back on the sugar daddy site did not mention that he was this direct. Oh, now you remember your terrible skimming habit and how you tend to purposely not look over things that do not seem important.

You play along and strike your most genuine laugh to tell him "I didn’t think you would say this right away in our first encounter!" He declares the following: "There is no way I am letting you slip through my fingers, I wouldn’t forgive myself If I did such a thing!" You happily suggest "Interesting, you’re good looking, charming, smell extremely good, a gentleman so it makes me wonder, is there anything that you don’t have?" His response is definitely not what you expected but it certainly sparks your interest "I", he begins "don’t have you by my side yet. After that is settled I will not need anything else".

You exclaim "oooh, I like that kind of answer but you seem too sure for my own damn taste honey!" He bites back with "Don’t worry, there is not a single thing I told you that I can’t back up. Trust me I know what I am talking about darling" and he winks. You two are in front of each other and you decide to start the conversation because you had not said much from the moment he caught you by surprise. 

You express "How would you like me to call you?" He looks up from the menu and answers "Leonard or Leo. You can call me however you like, maybe later you’ll find a nickname that suits me and how should I call you too?" You tell him "Y/n it is." He utters "It’s a pleasure to meet you y/n" ,you respond with "same here Leo."

You start thinking that he smells too good, that you would not mind breathing in this fine cologne all day long because it is really intoxicating. You’re developing some urges for this handsome man such as longing even though being a sugar baby truly isn’t about that also possessiveness is settling itself in your head. He is right in front of you and he is only going to be yours, you tell yourself. His fate is sealed with you.

He orders a Dom Perignon P2 Plenitude Brut Rose for the table that is 1.5 k dollars and you just let him do his thing even though on the inside you are bewildered because he ordered that for the first meal you share.

For him, he orders a Caprese salad, a medium steak, Spaghetti alle Vongole and  lemon sherbert. You are going over the numerous options this fine restaurant has and you have finally chosen what you would like to order: for you it consists of a greek feta salad, a medium rare wagyu steak, kimchi stir fried rice, salmon nigiri your fave kind and for dessert a lindt lindor milk chocolate truffle cheesecake.

While you were ordering your food Leonard’s gaze was scrutinising your face, how your make up was flawlessly done, your beauty marks that looked like a constellation upon your face, your hair, your big eyes, your pretty face. He was getting enamoured the longer he looked at it. Then his eyes wander from your face to your shoulders and he sees your stretch marks, how they compliment your frame and add an exquisite feature that makes your uniqueness which says there is no other being out here exactly like you.

It was a delicious meal, you thanked him for it and said that "Pleasure was all mine." He added "A fine woman like you would never pay for anything as long as you are with me." 

A few moments later

He signals a waiter to give him something he needs right now that you didn't quite catch, and in less than a few minutes the waiter is back with a folder saying "Here you have it Sir Burns. Is there anything else you desire?" Burns answers "no, the service is excellent as always thank you, congratulate the chef for this delicious food!" He smiled and left. Now, you were intrigued by the folder Leonard held in his hands and soon you dropped the question "Is that anything of my concern?" with an insistent gaze he chuckles and affirms "yes honey ( oh no, he already started) these do concern you more specifically, what could eventually happen between me and you" and he ends his phrase by licking his lower lip.

He tells you that you should join him in his car to discuss this paper and you do follow him like a lost puppy without asking questions any further. His car is of course a luxurious one but he is not the one driving it because he gets in the backseat with you and before he starts talking about the documents he tells his personal driver to wind up the electric window that divides the driver's seat from the back one. He starts talking "So I have a contract with me that designates what you and I can and can’t do, requirements to meet and what I want- to quickly sum up, it is a mutual agreement where I do not deprive you of your freedom and just request 3 hours of your day 4 times a week if possible that you can still negotiate if it does not suit you?"

 "Why such negotiations now" you say "a while back in the restaurant, was it all talk then, I am disappointed" you pout your lips "I thought you truly wanted to ensure that I was yours!" 

He discloses "I always do this whenever I meet a new sugar baby because not all of them are willing to do this without a written agreement." At this point, you’re becoming jealous. Such questions that emerge in your mind are why is that he had other ones? Aren’t you meant to be my one and only but then it hits you that you have been staring at him and his voice takes you back to reality "Y/n, y/n are listening to what I am saying?"

You decide to become a little assertive, you did not like that he mentioned other girls, any other person other than you really. You asked yourself why hadn’t you found him earlier oh your independent woman pride kept you from it. First, you grab him by his gold chain and lead him closer to you and tell him the following "I want you for me, myself and I only. I do not want to see you flirting with any. other. woman. if I catch you it’s on sight, you finna lose all o’ this”- your left hand goes from the top of your head to your toes addressing what he could potently be deprived of if he does not follow your rules thoroughly- "and last but certainly not least, who I want and what I want Imma get it because that’s how my world works"

His eyes never left yours only when you motioned your hand from top to bottom, he swallows, seems visibly pleased by what he just heard and reveals his conditions "You’re right," you let go of his chain and he manspreads on the seat "I love women that are very much like me, territorial." He adds "I like where this is going so I might as well tell you how I do things" he gets closer to you and whispers in your ear putting his big hand on the back of your head making you lean onto him "Whatever I tell you to do you have to" he pauses and breathes in your ear, this makes you shudder. It is torture. Why is he doing this to you now?! He pursues with is current monologue "no questioning is tolerated, you are only mine and when we fuck, it is your duty to call me daddy otherwise you will regret it" he lets go of your head and looks at his watch "I still have a little bit of time ahead of me so let’s get it started" You give him an inquisitive look and he notifies you with "also give me your g string now"

You were shocked. First: how did he know that you had a g string(This mf had been viciously admiring your backside to figure it out ) and second out of all he could ask you to give him he wants this!? But you knew better, you couldn’t ask after you had imposed your rules upon him so you took your lace g string ( I had Avant-Nuit ones in mind when I wrote this) off and gave it to him. He tells you to put it on his face, sniffing it for a good amount of time with the evident traces of your arousal on it. This mf deadass put your g string in his pocket, you were flabbergasted. As if nothing had happened, he declares "I knew you would smell this sweet, the only thing left for me to do is to give your lovely bud the attention it needs!" you tell him "that’s fine with me shall we start then" He’s like "oh word, get it on then princess remember I’m all yours" and he smiles.

Smut ahead

You lifted your dress up, straddled his thighs, your heated core was right above his strained erection confined by his pants and asked "Can I please rub my pearl on your dick to get off daddy? I know you want me too, your eyes hardly ever leave my kissable lips. You want them on you don’t you?" This man was too stunned to speak and he only grunted a yes for you to start doing your thing. You started kissing him and grinding above his hard on to get off, it was good but not quite what you needed. Grunts and mewls alongside the loud squelch of your wet pussy are the only thing both of you hear. He grabs your left hip grinding in sync with you, satisfied by the friction and starts to shamelessly smack your butt with his right hand. At this point, you don’t even ask him why he is doing it it just feels good so you drop him "Harder daddy, please spank me harder daddy"

"You’re such a nasty woman, you know that"

"Yes, but don’t lie to me you’re into this kind of nasty too"

"Ah shit, I am living my best life at fifty while my girl is getting off on me"

"Yes, yes, yes please don’t stop, I am almost there"

Your orgasm is rapidly approaching, you feel it and all of a sudden he keeps you from moving your hips on him. 

"Why is that you’ve stopped me, you are not keeping your promises. I am heading home!" you threatened him but he doesn’t move, he’s just sitting there heavily breathing. So, as you’re trying to quit his lap he tells you "You’re going to get off on my face, I know that is what you want. You have been eyeing my beard for too long, I’m sure you want to ride it honeysuckle."

He commands you to sit down, spread your legs and takes a look at your dripping folds. He exclaimed "you’re drenched, you’re always like this when with somebody else?" 

"No," you sigh "this is only for you too enjoy."

He sniffs right on it "I can never get enough of your essence" He puts his arms under your  thighs to lift you up a little bit and pull you towards him to have easy access to your slick folds. Before he starts eating you, he mumbles "itadakimasu" and dives in.

He is tirelessly lapping your clit, drinking your arousal, kissing, sucking it. He is doing all of this while looking at you and how you arch your back on the seat. “Fuck, Leo don’t stop, keep at it right there. Your tongue feels so good!”

He hummed and it made your clit vibrate. Your denied orgasm is quickly getting there and this time he plans on giving it to you. You grab his hair and force him to really get in there

( sis tryna drown him oh my days hehe 🤭y/n evil out here)  

"I’m cumming" and you start shaking for a whole minute before getting your breath steady again. 

"That is one" he utters, with his glistening beard "Now for this time, you ride my face"

"I don’t think it would be a good idea to do that"

"Why is that"

"Well, I wouldn’t want to get a beard burn"

"Ah, you’re right that is why I told you to ride it. You’re the one doing all the work now"

"Ok, you promise you won’t move?" 

"Yes I do"(this impatient mf lying, just wait)

He lowers his mouth on your pussy and you guide his head for him to stay put like that. You slowly start to go up and down and your clit continuously bumps his nose. It hurts so good that you are melting into the backseat and you really don’t care if people outside are able to hear you, today you are having the best orgasms of your whole existence! This man was definitely something else, he did pretty much not leave any room for you to compare him to any other sexual intercourse you had ever had. He lets you ride his nose for some time before he takes back control and starts vigorously assaulting your bud, bringing you to your second orgasm of the afternoon.

"For this last time I am going to finger you, is that okay with you?"

"Yes but hold up, you have only gotten me off what about you?"

"Sweetheart, don’t worry about me" he says stroking your cheek "making you come undone is my favourite thing to do"

Then, he starts fingering you and eating you out at the same time. You now know why these hands were big, what they could do and oh my these fingers were long, thick as hell. He did not let you catch your breath for a single minute. He enjoyed the show he was witnessing. You were gasping left and right. He was relentlessly bullying your clitoris, his thick fingers were fingering your cunny extremely fast and you knew that this time your orgasm would be different because of the overwhelming amount of stimulation. He carefully studied all the expressions your face showed, how you threw your head back when he sucked your clit, the whimpers that left your mouth when he did figure eights on it with his skilled tongue. Every single sound that came from you was honey for his ears, you were really magnificent to look at even in this dishevelled state.

You squirted all over his face, you’re surprised too because this had never occurred and you are panicking but also your third orgasm is making you sleepy. Still, you decide to mumble an apology. You tell him "It was not my intention to do that. I  did not know I could do that"

He responds "I am glad I was the first one to give it to you and you know who to come back to if you need it" he smirked. He was licking his fingers that were inside your vagina a few minutes ago with a wicked smile on his face saying "This was the best meal of my life thank you, my cinnamon bun" but you had already passed out on the seat. So, he decided the least he could do is keep you with him and take you to his place. While he was making sure you slept comfortably he called his driver on his phone to tell him "Marco, take us home"

"Understood sir" 

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Star Trek Masterlist #2

This is a masterlist for the Star Trek AOS movies, and the shows Discovery and Strange New Worlds

(Star Trek Shows Masterlist (Voy; DS9; Ent)

If you find any incorrect or missing links please let me know!

Here is the link to my Main Masterlist

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--- Discovery/Strange New Worlds ---

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Multiple Characters:

Match-Up Scenario Game

Headcanons: How they show intimacy to their s/o (^Michael Burnham; Erica Ortegas; Nhan; Una Chin-Riley; Christine Chapel; and Nyota Uhura) - cute/gen

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Spock

Fics/Oneshots:

'20 Questions' (fluff/romance/bit of pining)

'The Voice of My Soul' (soulmate au)

'Green With Envy' (jealousy/pre relationship/fluff)

'Two Hearts, Eight Words' (romance/cute/Valentines Day)

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Christopher Pike

Fics/Oneshots:

'Always' (fluff/angst/bit of whump)

'Accidents Happen' (fake dating/fluff)

'Food Fight' (cute/humor)

'Something Wicked This Way Comes' (horror/suspense)

'White Christmas' (fluff/cute/mild Christmas)

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Erica Ortegas

Oneshots/Fics:

'An Invitation of Change' (fluff/cute)

'Nebulas and First Dates' (casual fluff/cute)

'A Perfect Couple' (fake dating; cute)

Where My Soul Waits For You (soulmate au; cute)

'You Are What You Reap' (crew & reader/fun/Halloween)

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Jim Kirk

Oneshots/Fics:

'Time to Kill' (cute/fluff)

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- - - Star Trek AOS - - -

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Jim Kirk

Gif Imagine: ‘Being Kirk’s sibling and working on Enterprise’

Oneshots/Drabbles:

Soulmate AU - ‘Dreaming of You’ (fluff/romance)

Oneshot - ‘Hollow’ (angst/comfort)

Fic Series: A New Purpose

Jim Kirk x Female!Reader Series

Chapter One: Captured Chapter Two: Forgotten Chapter Three: Escape Chapter Four: Going Home  Chapter Five: Discontinued (for idk how long)

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Spock

Oneshots/Drabbles:

‘Glances’ (Fluff)

“Being so close your lips brush..” Part One (fluff/slow-burn) “Being so close your lips brush..” Part Two (fluff)

 ‘Grief’ (Angst/Fluff)

'Certain' (Christmas Proposal; romantic)

'Fear' (angst/comfort)

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Leonard Mccoy

Headcanons - ‘Baking pies with Leonard McCoy’ (domestic fluff)

Oneshots/Drabbles:

‘Early Christmas’ (humor/cute)

'Missed Time’ (angst/fluff/cute)

'Always' (angst/fluff)

'Touch' (soulmate au/angst/cute)

Ship Drabble (Reader Insert); 'Proposal' (romantic)

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Other:

Pavel Chekov - Ship Drabble (Reader Insert): ‘First Kiss’ (fluff)

Hikaru Sulu - Drabble: ‘Stop it with the tongue thing...’ (suggestive/humor)

Montgomery "Scotty" Scott - Fic: "Worth More Than You Know" (angst/comfort/fluff)

#star trek #star trek masterlist #star trek masterlist 2 #star trek discovery #star trek aos #star trek strange new worlds #strange new worlds #star trek x reader #spock #jim kirk #captain kirk #pavel chekov x reader #montgomery scott x reader #spock x reader #strange new worlds x reader #discovery x reader #Erica Ortegas #Erica Ortegas x Reader #christopher pike #christopher pike x reader #michael burnham #una-chin riley #nhan

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Will o’ the Wisp - Ch. 7 (Umbrella Academy WIP) Diego x Reader slow burn

Author’s note: Another chapter. Events of Episode 1x06 The Day That Wasn't. Rough Translations are at the end. Enjoy.

So as it goes, Y/N = your name. Y/N/N = your nickname.  Reader pronouns She/Her.

Tag Requests are Open just message me.

Primary Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x Female!Reader (Slow Burn Season 1)

Series/TUA Masterlist

Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 8

Word count: 4k+

Content Warning: Gun Violence, Gunshot Wounds, Drugs, Withdrawals, Mentions of Death, Knives, Arguing, Sibling Rivalry, Guilt, Cussing/Swearing, Canon Typical Neglect, Manipulation, Violence, Angst

Chapter 7: Nothing That Matters

“Oh, good,” Luther says as he sees Klaus. “You're up. We need to talk. You, me, and the others. So meet me in the living room. Like, now-ish.” 

“Yeah, that sounds like a real rager,” Klaus replies. “But my schedule's already chock-full.” 

“Yeah, no time for that,” Luther says. “The world's ending in three days.”  

“Excuse me?” Y/N stares at him as Allison gives out the coffee she brought for everyone. 

“Three days?” Allison repeats. 

“That's what Five said,” Luther tells them. 

“The old bastard did mention the apocalypse, come to think of it," Klaus says. “He just left out the part about how soon.”

The glow around Y/N shifts, intensifying before seeming to pull tighter around her. She rubs her arms. She thinks about everything she has talked to her brothers about in the past few days and consciously pulls the Wisp in to try and hide her feelings better than she has in the past. She and Five used to be close. It's not until she feels Diego next to her that she looks at him. “I thought it was drunk hyperbole,” she tells him.

“We all did,” Diego assures her. 

“But can we trust him? I don't know if you've noticed, but Five's a little…”  Allison asks, whistling and gesturing that he is cuckoo.

“Our little psycho,” Klaus chuckles. 

“He was pretty convincing,” Luther notes. “If he wasn't trying to stop an apocalypse, those lunatics wouldn't be chasing him.” 

“That's why they were after him?” Diego asks.

“Yeah.” 

“What did Five even see?” Allison asks Luther. 

Luther hesitates, “Uh... Apparently, we all fought together against whoever was responsible.”

“And he didn’t tell you, Y/N?” Allison asks.

“No, he told me that he had it handled, and he’d tell me if it didn’t work.” 

“I guess it didn’t work,” Diego states.

“Okay.” Luther says awkwardly as he stands up from his seat, seemingly wanting to move on. “So, here's the plan.” Luther begins, “Uh, we go through Dad's research…” 

“Wait, what?” Allison asks. “Hold on, hold on.” 

“Maybe I should try and find those assassins. I can-” Y/N starts.

“We need a plan first,” Diego tells her.

“As I said, Dad’s research,” Luther tries to explain again.

“Wait a tick, wait a tick, wait a tick.” Klaus asks. “What actually happened the first time around?” 

“Yeah." Diego agrees. "What are you not tellin' us? Come on, big boy, spit it out.” 

Luther sighs and mumbles an answer. “We died.” 

“What was that?” Allison asks him.

He coughs and clarifies. “I said, uh, we died.”

Y/N reaches over without thinking and grabs Diego’s hand. He grips her hand tight. It is too quiet as it seems to sink in. 

Diego tosses a knife in the air and catches it like a nervous habit behind the bar. Y/N has her elbows on the bar in front of them and rubs at her temples. He watches her closely as she leans heavily against the surface.

"No, we need to figure this out."

"Is it just us?"

"It's everybody."

"In the house?" 

"The whole planet?" 

"No, outside the house."

"Everyone died."

"Wow," she breathes and startles slightly when she feels a hand on her back. She looks up to find a slightly concerned-looking Diego glancing from her to the entryway where Viktor and Leonard now stand. She follows his gaze and immediately strengthens up. Diego's hand stays where it is. She finds it oddly comforting. She isn't used to people showing up and her not noticing through the Wisp. Her brothers might be right, and she is pushing it too far. She leans into Diego without thinking. He doesn't seem to mind. He just shifts his arm around her shoulder and pulls her in tight against his side. On instinct, she pulls the Wisp in as much as she can to dim her glow and lets Diego sort of shield her from the stranger now in the room. 

Viktor gives her an odd look at how she practically shrinks into Diego's side before shifting their gaze to Diego's stern look and then to the others.

"Hey."

"Hmm?"

"What's going on?" Viktor asks.

"It's a family matter."

"A family matter. So you couldn't bother to include me."

"V, we-" she tries but gives up as the others start. She just leans further into Diego. 

"You're okay. I got you," he whispers to her, nearly against her temple, before he turns back to watch the rest of the group. 

"No, it's not like that," Luther tries. 

"We were-"

"Don't let me interrupt," Viktor tells them.

"Wait."

"I'll fill you in later when we're alone," Allison tells her.

"Please, please, don't bother,” Viktor says. “And I won't either."

"Viktor, that's not fair."

"Fair? There's nothing fair about being your brother,” Viktor looks at them all. “I have been left out of everything for as long as I can remember. And I used to think it was Dad's fault, but he's dead. So it turns out you're the assholes." 

“Ouch,” Klaus says. They all feel it. 

Y/N leans her forehead against Diego’s shoulder and wishes the ground would just swallow her whole. They all feel guilty. Diego doesn’t like that feeling, so he does what he does best, focuses on something else. Something he can do. Like running his hand along her arm to anchor her. To give her something else to focus on too. 

“Viktor’s just angry,” Diego whispers. “You always tried, but Dad never let him in on what mattered.”

“Doesn’t matter, V still hates us,” she says, but it comes out mumbled on his shoulder.

"I'm gonna go find Viktor and explain," Allison says.

"No, wait, there isn't time." 

At that, Y/N just closes her eyes and basically gives up holding her own weight. She knows Diego has her. The Wisp is still hidden away. And she takes a moment to just embrace the dark. One moment of weakness won't kill her. She misses the confused look from Klaus and the concerned one from Luther. "Get on with it," Diego mouths, holding her tight as best he can with his good arm. 

"We need to figure out what causes the apocalypse," the discussion starts again.

"Now, there are loads of possibilities. Nuclear war, asteroids.” Everyone seems to be at least somewhat focused. 

She just listens.

“But I'm thinking this is about the Moon."

"Right? Dad must have sent me up there for a reason,” Luther agrees. "And I was giving him daily updates on the conditions, I sent field samples."

"The first thing we need to do-is find his research."

"Hold on. Hold the phone," Klaus interrupts. "We all died fighting this thing the first time around. Remember?” 

“Klaus, shockingly, has a point,” Diego says. “What gives us a win this time?"

"Five. Last time we didn't have him. We weren't all together. This time, we'll have the full force of the Umbrella Academy. That's what we need."

"So, where's Five now?"

"Nowhere I've found," she says as she finally opens her eyes and lets the Wisp form. She attempts to strengthen her resolve. They have too much to do. It’s selfish for her to put all her strength in Diego. He has his own fight to finish.She moves to stand on her own. 

"Well, he had a plan to change the timeline," Luther informs. “He'll be back soon."

"I'm going after Hazel and Cha-Cha," Diego says as he pulls away from her now that she has it more together. She smiles sadly. She knew he’d say that.

"What, right now?" Luther asks.

 "Hell, yeah. Three days. I'm losing light by the minute."

"Wait, Diego," Luther tries to stop him. "Look, I know you wanna avenge your friend, but we got a bigger problem here."

"She wasn't just some friend. If I'm gonna die, I need to know I killed those bastards first."

"It's not about Dad," Diego says. 

"It's not about me."

While Diego and Luther argue, Klaus looks at Y/N

“You okay, Sunshine?” Klaus asks.

“Just a bit tired,” she admits. “How about you? You look a little green around the gills.” 

Klaus chuckles. “No need to worry about me, Sunshine.”

“Wanna take a nap like the old days?” she asks. 

“Don’t tempt me with a good time,” Klaus smirks. “But raincheck, there’s something I need to do.”

“Okay.” She huffs a laugh.  

"The longer I wait, Hazel-” Diego continues to argue. 

“You don't have to do this alone,” Luther tells him. "I know how important this is to you."

"Stop making it about you." Diego glares. 

"I'm coming with you," she says since she couldn’t convince Klaus to rest. Maybe she could help keep Diego out of trouble.

"You're staying here," he tells her. 

"Not happening," she shakes her head.

"Not up for debate," he insists. "You're exhausted, and you didn't even notice Viktor got here. Your guard is down because you need sleep. Fin de la discusión."

"Klaus? Klaus?” Luther looks at Klaus as he starts to leave. “Klaus!"

Klaus is caught. "Yeah! Sorry."

"So, what?” Luther affronts. “You're giving up on the world, too?"

 "Yeah, pretty much.” Klaus nods. “Yeah. Mm-hmm."

"So that's it. You're cool with us all dying in three days? I can't believe it."

"It's just us,” Luther looks at Allison, but Allison already has her mind made up. He can tell she does. “Oh, please, not you, too."

"I have to book a flight back to LA. If this happens I have to be with my daughter, custody be damned. And you said it yourself we need the full force of the Academy to even stand a chance.

I'm sorry, Luther."

Luther looks over at Y/N.

“I’m here, Luther. I’ll help, but Diego’s right. I’m no use to anyone if V and her friend could get the drop on the Wisp. Anyone can. Just give me a couple of hours to rest up, you find that research, and I’ll help you go through it. Or I can search once I’ve gotten some sleep.”

“Fine,” Luther relents. 

“It’s a few hours, and then I can get back to going at lightspeed. I’ll be able to literally speed this process up. So, wake me up when Five gets here, or you find anything. Okay, big brother?” She gives his forearm a squeeze to attempt to reassure him. 

“Yeah, okay, I will.” He agrees. He notices Allison raising an eyebrow as she gathers her things. 

“We get gruff, and she gets off easy?” Allison smirks, but there is a hint of hurt to it. “Since when is she your ‘little sister’? Or is it because you’re Number One and she’s Number Eight?”

Luther is confused for a second by the strange look. “She says it because I’m literally huge now. She thinks it’s funny, and it’s not mean, not the way she means it. It…solidarity? I don’t know. It’s- she wanted me to know I’m not the only that can’t hide who they are. She can’t just turn the glow off. She means well. But that’s not important. She’s right. She needs sleep. She’s the only other person that has been trying to get everyone on the same team. And honestly, she keeps Diego in line better than anyone else. She’s trying to help, probably too much. And that’s more than anyone else is willing to do. That and her plan actually works and could benefit all of us. I don’t see anyone else trying. Or staying.”

“Rude,” Allison says. “But point taken.”

Y/N goes to get something to eat and is absolutely shocked to see Grace.

“Mom?” she smiles. 

“Y/N, are you alright? You look tired.”

“I am, but you’re back. That’s great. Diego will be so happy.”

Grace smiles. “How can I help you?”

“It’s fine I was just going to get a snack and take a nap.”

“Sit, I will make you something to eat,” Grace tells her.

“That’s not necessary, Mom, I can-”

“If you truly are tired, then I must insist,” Grace states. “It’s for your safety. Can’t risk our little ray of sunshine.” 

She knows better than to argue with Grace. So she sits at the table and waits. Grace starts to make her something to eat. She smiles when Grace sets a bowl of fresh oatmeal in front of her. 

“Something hearty that hopefully won't upset your stomach while you rest,” Grace tells her.

“You always know just what we need,” she smiles up at Grace. “Thanks, Mom.”

“Anytime, Y/N,” Grace returns her smile easily. “I am happy to help.” She listens to Grace tidy up the kitchen as she eats. 

“I hate this room,” Diego says.

“Oh, it got me high enough. I picked it clean of anything of value after Daddy kicked the bucket.

That's it, tighter and higher. Ooh. Ouf! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.”

“Fine.”

“Ooh! Aah! - Aah!”

“If I see a boner, I'm out,” Diego tells him. “End of the world and you wanna get sober all of a sudden. Don't get me wrong, man. Good by you. But I'd think you'd wanna pop every pill on the planet.”

“Oh, the thought did cross my mind, believe me,” Klaus admits, “but there's something I need to do, and the whole pesky thing doesn't seem to work unless I'm sober.”

“Is this is about conjuring the one you lost? What was her name?” 

“His name was Dave,” Klaus says. “We soldiered together in the A Shau Valley in the Mountain of the Crouching Beast.”

“Well, Dave must have been a very special person to put up with your weird-ass shit.”

“Yeah,” Klaus agrees. “Yeah, he was He was kind, and strong, and vulnerable, and beautiful.

Beautiful. And I was foolish enough to follow him all the way to the front line.”

“You fought in the shit?” Diego is a bit shocked. 

“Oh yeah, baby.”

“How'd they let you do that?”  

“Let me? War couldn't take enough bodies. Please. Including his.”

“Hey, look at us,” Klaus says. “Loggin' in some quality bro time before the end of the world.”

“Yeah, might as well.” Diego admits. “Everyone I like is already dead.”

“Ah, yes. The lady cop.”

“Yeah.”

“Mom, too. I let them both down. So here I am. Alone with you.” Diego pats Klaus’ shoulder.

“You still have Sunshine. Doesn’t Y/N count?” Diego doesn’t answer. He just turns to leave.

“Ah, shit!” Klaus curses.

“What?” turns around to ask.

“I need to pee.”

Y/N changes course on her way to her room when she hears voices in what is usually just a quiet storage area of the house.

“You know, no, I,” She hears Klaus say. “I think I think this was Whoa. Wait.” She hears when she is closer to the door. “I think this was a bad idea.” 

“What is-” she asks herself but stops.

“I just I should have had just one last hit to ease me into it. That's all I need.”

She sighs. 

“No, no, no.”

“I'll be right back,” Klaus says.

“I don't think so,” she hears Diego say.

“That's not how it works, Diego.”

“Nope,” Diego's tone confident. “Sit down.”

“Diego, listen,” she hears Klaus beg. “Just listen.”

“Sit.”

“Just listen.”

She moves closers when she hears Klaus coughing and groaning.

“Sit your ass down. Sit down. Sit down.”

“Nope.”

“Stop it!”

“Nope!” 

“Get off!”

“Get…Get off! Get off!”

She couldn’t stand it anymore, she rushes in. “What the fuck?!” She stares in shock at the scene before her. Diego is tying Klaus to a chair. 

“Sunshine!” Klaus shouts. But Diego doesn’t stop. “Damn it, Diego! - Damn it! Stop it!” Klaus puts up a fight. She goes to stop him.

“STAY PUT!” Diego shouts at Klaus. She slaps Diego across the face the moment he turns to her so he can explain. Both Diego and Klaus freeze, stunned by what just happened. 

“EXPLAIN NOW!” she demands.

“He asked me to!” Diego shouts as Klaus goes to get up. Diego moves to stop him.

“STOP!” She shouts. “Just…stop.”

“Tell her,” Diego demands of Klaus.

“Sunshine, I-” Klaus starts. He eyes the angry red tint of the Wisp. 

“The truth,” Diego instructs. When Klaus doesn’t say anything, she looks at Diego.  

“He asked me to tie him up so he could sober up and would be able to summon the guy he lost.”

“And he changed his mind?” she asks.

“I’m right here,” Klaus grumbles. 

“He’s an addict, of course he’s going to fight it, he-”

She held her hand up to stop him. “Okay, just…” she weighs her options. None of them seem anything short of painful or distressing. “And you both agree this is the only way?”

“He said it was," Diego explains. "And he agreed the first time I tied him up. Then he had to pee.” She sighs and rubs at her temples. If Klaus had admitted that this is how it needs to be. It might be true. She knows how he is with these things. She gets why he asked Diego. He knew she wouldn't have done it. She caves too easily when Klaus begs. She just hates to see her siblings suffer.

“Okay,” she relents and waves at Diego. When it’s clear she might actually let Diego finish, Klaus starts begging again. 

"Seriously?" Klaus stares at her. "Come on, Sunshine, please."

"If you told him this was the only way," she says. Diego takes it as the go-ahead to keep tying Klaus up. 

"Don't you love me?" Klaus tries, his eyes on her.

"Of course, but if I-" she starts, but Diego isn't having it.

"Don't put this on her," Diego scolds. "You asked for this. She offered you a nap and probably cuddles like when you were kids. You said no. You said it has to be this. We already went over this."

“Listen, listen. Listen to me. Listen to me. I can conjure her for you,” Klaus tells him. His sister gapes in shock. “Patch! I can-” 

“Don't use her name like that, okay?” Diego half snaps. She looks between them, unsure if she should step in and just end this entire situation.

“Sunshine, please,” Klaus looks up at her.

“Diego, maybe-” she starts.

“We all know he can't conjure shit until clean,” Diego says to her before turning back to Klaus. “I don't wanna see her until I can tell her that I buried the bastards that killed her.”

“Please. Please, Y/N, Diego. Please. Please.” Every alarm is going off in her head to help him.

“Trust me, Luz, this is probably the safest way to do this. He can't hurt himself this way,” Diego tries to assure her before again turning to Klaus and holding up a bucket. “This is for next time. Puke, pee, whatever you need. Multipurpose. See?” 

“Diego…” she starts, but he stands up and grabs her wrist, and tugs her towards the door. 

“He’ll thank us later.” 

“Y/N! Diego! Guys, please come back! Diego! You prick!” 

Diego doesn’t let her go until they can’t hear Klaus shouting anymore.

"Luz," he starts as he sees her looking back the way they came. "You have to trust me. Trust him."

"Maybe I should use Wisp to-" she starts to walk back, but he cuts her off.

"To what? Make sure he stays in the chair while he begs and prods at your psyche. He will say anything in that state. You heard him. He already questioned if you loved him. And we all know you do. Because you have always looked after him. He will tear you down, and you'll end up hurting. And he'll sober up and then feel bad, I would hope. He'll apologize, and you will forgive him, but ultimately, you'll both be more broken and worse off than you started. Or you cave, he gets high, he still ends up hurting you, and none of us can do anything. So I'm going to stop you now because I don't want any of that. Not for you. Not for him. This is what he wants. To see Dave, to be able to use his powers for something other than the shit dad made him do. I know you are used to saving him, but if we survive all this, he needs to be able to do this all on his own." She looks back down the hall.

"But he-" 

"Hey," he grabs her chin gently with his good hand and turns her to look at him. "This sucks for you after what happened. You thought you lost him. I know, but it'll be good for you too. You won't have to worry as much if he is sober and can handle things better." 

"Okay," she agrees. 

"Good," Diego pulls her into a one-armed hug. 

"But are you okay?" She asks when they pull apart.

"What?" He looks at her. "He didn't make it easy to do one-handed but-"

"He brought up Patch, and earlier, you said-"

"I just want to find the assholes that killed her-"

"And shot both of us," she adds.

"Oh, I haven't forgotten," he grumbles. "And we don't have much time to do it." 

"Want me to look for them?"

"Not yet, but if it comes to it, I'll let you know."

"Okay." 

He makes sure she actually goes to her room before he heads downstairs to leave. He is shocked when he runs into Grace.

"How are you walking around?" Diego asks Grace. 

"One foot in front of the other," she replies easily. "Why? How do you do it?" 

"Mom, I - What's the last thing you remember?"

 "Oh, let's see," she begins. "March 21st. Sunset was 7:33 p.m. Moon was waxing crescent. Dinner was Cornish hen, rice, carrots."

"Mom, that happened over a week ago," Diego tells her. "Do you remember anything else?"

"No. Not until I made breakfast earlier for Y/N," she admits before adding. “I suppose that's odd.”

“You made breakfast for Y/N?” He asks. His sister hadn’t mentioned it. Then again, she had been focused on Klaus when she found them. He can’t really blame her for not mentioning it. But it was odd.

 "She looked so tired, but she was headed off to her room to rest when she finished. Is she not there now? I should check-”

“No, Mom, she’s there. I just left her there.”

“That’s good. She needs her rest,” Grace says before shifting the topic. “I wonder what the weather is like today. It would be nice to go to the park."

"Dad, never let you off the grounds," Diego tells her. Grace grips his good hand.

"Your father isn't here anymore," she says, hinting she knows more, but Diego doesn't notice, or if he does, he doesn't care.

"You can do whatever you want, Mom," he states.

“Unless you’d rather wait for your sister?” Grace offers.

“No, no…she needs her rest,” he nods. “Let’s go.”

He takes her for a walk in the park, where no one can hear them.

"Dad was wrong for keeping you locked up all those years. I should have said something. We all should have."

"There's something else that needs to be said, Diego. Pogo and I, we've been lying. Lying to all of you."

*Five resets everything, and it’s back to earlier in the day, 8:15 a.m.*

Diego keeps Y/N tucked into his side and ignores the odd looks he gets from their siblings. He really doesn't care. 

"We all died fighting this thing the first time around." He feels her tense against him as Klaus reminds them. "Remember?" 

"Klaus, shockingly, has a point," Diego says. "What gives us a win this time?"  He moves to block her from the violent swirling portal and pulls a knife to face any threat that comes through. Five drops out of the portal and onto the bar with a briefcase. Diego feels her grip tighten on his shirt.

"Je-Jesus!" Allison startles.

"You guys, am I still high," Klaus asks. "Or do you see him, too?" 

"Five?" Y/N asks as she moves out from behind Diego. "What happened?"

"Five, where have you been?"

"Are you all right?"

"Who did this? 

Five steals Allison’s coffee after getting down off the bar. 

"Irrelevant." Five says. "So, the apocalypse is in three days. The only chance we have to save our world is, well, us." 

"The Umbrella Academy," Luther adds.

"Yeah, but with me,” Five states. “Obviously. So if y'all don't get your sideshow acts together and get over yourselves, we're screwed."

"Who cares if Dad messed us up? Are we gonna let that define us? No." Klaus shakes his head, seemly agreeing with what Five has said. Five continues. “And to give us a fighting chance to see next week, I've come back with a lead."

"I know who's responsible for the apocalypse,” he tells all of you. “This is who we have to stop."

"Harold Jenkins?” Allison reads. 

“Who the hell is Harold Jenkins?" Diego asks. 

Translations:

"Fin de la discusión." End of discussion.

#the umbrella academy x reader #diego hargreeves x female!reader #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves x you #diego hargreeves x y/n #will o the wisp ua fic #tw: gun violence #tw: knives #tw: gunshot wounds #tw: injury #tw: drugs #tw: withdrawals #tw: mentions of death #tw: sobriety #tw: arguing #tw: sibling rivalry #tw: guilt #tw: swearing #tw: cussing #tw: anger #tw: depression #tw: grief #tw: canon typical violence #tw: manipulation #tw: violence #tw: angst #tw: lying #tw: tied up #tw: ropes #tw: slapping

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Unholy Nun

Leonard Burns x FEM!Nun Reader

Synopsis: A fire broke out in Company 1 jurisdiction, Fire Force Company 1, and yourself was there to put the Infernals to rest. But it backfired, and you were forced to take matters into your own hands.

Warnings: ⚠️Y/n being a badass, 18+, smut, praise kink,degradation, Daddy kink, angst, also MINORS PISS OFF!!⚠️ With a puff of fluff

A/N: I had a beautiful dream, and Leonard Burns was the theme.

Prompt: Call me Daddy or Master

It all happened so fast how could this happen.

It was just a regular day like any other at Company 1. Captain Burns, Karim, Li, and yourself were having a meeting in the cathedral from the recent infernal sightings in the district. Before the session was finished, the alarm blared in the cathedral. An infernal has been spotted in the district.

The building is up in flames, people crowded behind the yellow lines as the soldiers did their best to keep them under control. One of the soldiers informed the captain that there were multiple Infernal activities inside. The teams were divided into small groups, Li and Karim on one team, Leonard and yourself on another. As the first team went in, you waited outside with Leonard outside next to you. You stared at the roaring flames, being unable to move a muscle, as the fire danced in the air. It's been years since that day. You thought as your eyes followed the flame patterns. Your captain, on the other hand, broke the silence, "Are you okay?" he asked in his manly voice as he looked down on you with concern in his eye. You woke yourself out of your trance, looking back at your captain. " Oh-Um- Yeah, I'm fine, it's just-" You took a small inhale, and then a exhale, " Just, thinking."

"About what if I may ask?." For a captain, he sort of speaks like a gentleman.

You sighed. " A lot of things, one being concerned about my friends."

He hummed, resting his large hand on your shoulder giving it a short, gentle rub. " We've been doing this for years. Some had made it back without a scratch or problems."

" You mean Li and Karim?" you asked with a tiny smile on your face.

He chuckled. His chest rumbled. Since you joined the Fire Force Company 1 as a Sister, Li was probably the first to ever greet you. Some months have passed, and you, Li, and Karim became good friends, if not like a family. Whenever an Infernal was spotted, they'd always make sure that you were okay by yourself, even though their other fire force soldiers with you, and sometimes the captain. As they searched for Infernals. You looked up them like your brothers you never had.

But, every time they leave, you are always worried about their safety and pray that the Sol is watching over them. " So, I have been meaning to ask you something for quite a while." Leonard continued as he stared with his one good eye back at you. Something has been bothering him lately. Your gut tells you it's something personal, but your mind thinks otherwise. Before you could ask him, an explosion erupted outside of the building, a raging flame came towards you, with a face of horror and sadness. Before you knew it, you were snatched into the Infernal's arms. Leo reached out to you, but the Infernal was too fast, and it ran into the crowd. The crowd dispersed as the Infernal blazed past them.

"Y/N!" He shouted as he ran after you.

"Captain, Help me!!" you screamed as the Infernal ran with supernatural speed jumping from building to building. Before landing in a nearby alley, the other Infernals lit up the empty dark crevice. The Infernal dropped you unceremoniously and hit the hard ground. Your butt stung a little as the Infernals gathered around you. Surrounded. With nowhere to run. You stand back on your feet, your head looking down to the ground, eyes are unreadable. If you were frightened, or not. Sad or angry, you couldn't tell, but there was a burning sensation growing inside you. That same feeling that happened so many years ago, The instinct that made you into who you are today.

As the Infernals came closing in the distance, You began the prayer, the flame is the soul's breath, the black smoke is the soul's release- They all reached their crimson arms out to you. Ashes thou wort and art, may thy soul return...to the great flame of fire...Latõm.

A blazing tornado emerged from the alley. Multiple vehicles circled around the area, Fire soldiers on both sides, sirens can heard from all over. Even through the commotion, Leonard was first ok seen since he was the one who ran after you were kidnapped by that Infernal.

Li and Karim were soon to follow as they caught up to him numerous of fire vehicles were surrounded in the area, blocking off anyone, the captain told his men to not advance until he says so. A burst of flames spurted put of the alley, and the Infernal was hitting the ground. Hard. The flames calms itself as you emerged with a cross-like staff in on hand and a ball of fire in the other. Your outfit showed your beautiful curves and strong thighs, strapped with matching assault rifles, heels wrapped around your legs. Your face, was something not even the Sisterhood would recognized. Everyone attention stared at you, your comrades we're... shock, surprised, dumbstruck, that this nice, gentle, shy priest...was actually a badass!!!

You repeated the prayer one last time before striking the last infernal, a merciful death. You stood there as the flaming corpse dispersed, and it's soul was free.

Heavy pants as you took a knee with your staff holding you up. It's been a while sonce I'd gone all out.

Li and Karim immediately ran towards you with worry, they surrounded you like a pack of wolves aiding their wounded. Burns couldn't move a muscle. His eye was...just full of shock, he's unable to move, his face...felt warm. Why did he just witnessed?

You avoided your friends for what it seems like forever, since you been admitted out of the hospital, Li and Karim went looking for you, but you we're nowhere to be found and this wasn't because Burns ordered them to sort of. But when they found you , they were so relieved. But they also had a lot of questions. Considering of the event that had happened last night. You explained your backstory, how you became who you are, the orphanage wasn't like the others, while some learned about the Great God Sol, your orphanage was trained for battle, they believe that only because your priestess doesn't mean you can't find for yourself.

"Wow, that's...was an interesting story, y/n. But why would you keep it from the company? Li asked. Handing out his hand to you, and you grabbed it gently. "I-I was afraid how you might react when you realize that this.." you took a deep breath," small, gentle, shy priestess was a badass, unremorseful, fighter, but I do want to save people, not just sit idly by and wait for someone to come and rescue me." You sighed.

"it doesn't matter how we would react, but our reaction wasn't really our reaction of how we would react in that situation." Karim continued, "But you should have told us first before hand." He put his hand on shoulder and gave a small smile.

"But I'm glad, that he's glad, and you must be glad that you told us about this." Li agreed with his words, and you did too.

"Also, before we start heading to the base there's something you should know." Li spoke with concern.

"Yes, was is it?", You asked.

"Its the Captain...he... hasn't been himself lately."

"Oh, how come?"

" Since last night, the Captain has been acting strange, we thought it was because you almost died at the hands of an Infernal...but it wasn't, we thought you might be one to help him out." Li added, Karim hummed in agreement. *⚠️Smut below so turn back now or keep reading⚠️*

You, Karim, and Li went back to the base. You thanked them politely for understanding and headed to Burns office, you opened the door, only to find and empty room. A desk full of paperwork, files, etc. But what you saw caught your eye. Your photo. Before you ask yourself why he had that particular photo, a giant shadow stood behind you, you felt your body tremble in fear...but little bit excited what a strange feeling to have. His heavy pants blew through your hair, you turne around slowly to your boss, your Captain with his shirt untucked, unbuttoned with only two buttons that were still there, his pants, unbuckled and showed his v-line and spandex, a bulge prodding hsi zipper. The white hair hanged from both sides of his face, and one good eye clouded with lust.

You gulped. Wanting to say something but you couldn't find the words in time because he cupped your chin with his thumb and first and bring you a deep, heated kiss. It felt so sloppy, yet so fucking hot. His tongue fought for dominance and won with you holding on to his shirt for support, fearing you might just fall, from feeling like this. He pulled your mouth away from his only to leave you panting, gasping for air.

"You. Your Bedroom. Clothes off in Two minutes." He spoke like a command than anything else. You nodded quickly and rushed to your bedroom. He followed you slowly. He head to you sitting on the side of the bed. Where only a one piece black lingerie. His growled lowly as he quickly turned around, locked the door, and turned back again to give you another deepening kiss, this time it was desperate. He is desperate. To fuck you like no else could. Tongues lashed, lips smudged together. But before things could go any further, you tried to break the kiss, give yourself some breathing room. You were left panting again and he was too, you stared at each other for mere seconds, then Leonard broke the silence is and came to your ear and whispered. " As of right now, I this room, you are to call me Daddy or Master are we clear?" His voice was deep and so commanded, fuck, you felt the wet sensation through your thighs.

"Y-Yes, Cap- Umm, Daddy." You whimpered pitifully as he grabbed your thighs and spread them so that his body is between them. " Good girl, now keep those thighs of yours spread, and hand me those wrists." He ordered as he reached to take out his belt and hid pants fell down to the floor. Like dutiful little girl you showed your wrists out to him.

He smiled as he grabbed your wrists, rough but not too rough tied and them together. He went towards his attention to your neck, heated kisses and bite marks till he reached the back your one piece lingerie and ripped it apart like paper. You yelped at the sudden year of the fabric, and the wetness in your core. Burns took a moment to burn this image in his head, no pun intended. You as beautiful than what he fantasied. He dipped his face into your now sweet, wet cunt, and took a deep inhale, and sighed. "You smell like flowers", he said seductively before stroking his tongue against your slit. "Yet... Taste like a sinner. "

He ate that pussy like there was no tomorrow, like he dreamt of this moment his since you joined his company. Your whines and moans were the sounds of an orchestra. You didn't know how many times you came, but you know in your mind, you need to stop this, but your body speaks otherwise.

Before you could ask your daddy to stop, he inserted two of his fingers into your needy hole of yours, and screaming of pleasure. "F-f-fuck yes-yes Daddy,m-more".

And how could he not give his slutty nun what they wanted.

He continues your newfound pleasure, then feeling your cunt squeeze around his fingers.

"Awww...is my little slut goona cum soon?" he asked you shamelessly, you nodded frantically, begging for release. " Then cum around your daddy's fingers, and show me how much of a whore you are!" He commanded. And you moaned one last time and squirted all over his chin and fingers. He sucked up all of your juices from your abused pussy, to licking his fingers, not long after looking back at you, exhausted, flushed, and ated out, but he's nowhere finished with you. Not with that smirk and devilish eye. " You did so well, my little girl, now to get your reward." He crawled up to where your face met his, and his lips pressed against yours. He took your binded wrists and loosen the belt strap, and tied it with he headboard. He chuckled darkly as he positioned himself between your legs and spread them. He took off his boxers to reveal his hardened, veiny, pink tip cock, leaking pre-cum down his shaft. You couldn't help but stare in fascination while your face was pinker then his tip, you always knew your boss was a large man but... His cock is no comparison. He caught you staring a little too hard at his cock, " liking what you see, whore?"

Your eyes broke contact from his manhood, waking you form it's trance and shotted to your boss. Burns lined up at your entrance, with his tip caressing at your slit. You immediately closed your legs around his waist, stopped him from going any further. "W-what if you don't fit, Daddy?" You whined, you don't wanted to get hurt. He growled, dipped his face next to where your ear and neck met. He dug his teeth into your neck first, making you cry in pleasure. " Oh, trust me...", he whispered while he'd spread your legs again once more. " I'll make sure it does."

Without any warning, he moved slowly into your pussy, stretching that tight hole of yours, you whined and squirmed at the sudden feeling of being so apart like this, but Burns has pinned your legs apart with his strong hands, keeping you steady as he proceeded to enter you.

"fucking, shit... F-feels like a god damn vice." Burns groaned as your tight walls clenched around his beefy cock before bottoming out. He took a moment for you to get adjusted to the new size, only to rut a couple times and completely pounding that pussy away. You lr moans and his grunts ranged in the room, along with the banging of the headboard, and this sound of him utterly destroying you with his hard thrusts. But God you felt like you were seeing stars.

Tears fell from your eyes and down to your cheekbones as you begged him to faster. harder.

His thrusts became slow and hard, to fast and rough, the entire bed was shaking beneath you.

You kept babbling and blabbing as Burns railed into, each snapped of his hips was harder than the last.

"You even beg like a slut, and we're supposed to be a priestess, fucking naughty little girl."

You were reaching your limit, your walls clenched around his cock as his movements started to get sloppy. And messy.

"Daddy-d-ddaddy, I'm gonna-" you cried as he kissed so passionately, and so soft. "I know, cum for me, cum for your daddy, show me how much a slut you are for my cock."

You moaned loudly as you came around his cock, but he wasn't no where near slowing down. With one or two thrusts later he moaned out your name and paint your insides white with his cum. Heavy pants echoed the room, your wrists freed from the belt as they felled to the bed. He slowly moved himself out of you, mixture of cum dripping to the sheets.

"You... alright?" He asked before standing up and getting a wet towel and cleaning your abused and fucked out pussy. For a big strong man, he can also be gentle.

You hummed, and the weight of your eyes closed.

The sun shines through your window, waking you up from your slumber. Your body ached. Everywhere. You didn't even like moving. You felt a large arm draped around your waist and covers, to see your boss, sleeping peacefully. You gently shifted your body to meet his, rested your head near his broad chest and listening to his heart beat. He hummed, awakening his one good eye to see you, snuggled into his embrace.

Maybe he should take a day off for once.

A/N: Damn... This was a long ass story. Whew! I need a brake💆But for right now.. Any requests I'm wide open!!

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[spinsterlocity-writes]

High-Jinx, Part III

Characters - Leonard McCoy x Female Reader

Summary - You spend a day of shore leave with Leonard McCoy and he surprises you with a confession.

Word Count - 1,850

Warnings - Recreational drug use and mild cursing

Disclaimer- I do not own Leonard McCoy or Star Trek. I just write for fun.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Part I Part II

You were spaced out, standing in line to check into your hotel for some much needed relaxation when a voice jolted you out of your reverie.

“How are you feeling this morning, Lieutenant?” Leonard McCoy asked over your shoulder.

You jumped at the sound of his voice and turned around. “God, you scared me,” you laughed. “I’m just fine Dr. McCoy. How are you?”

“I thought you might be a little fuzzy headed after last night,” he smiled.

“Nope!” you shook your head. “Oh, I have those findings I mentioned last night and the analysis of the urine and blood samples I took last night and this morning.” You handed him a plastic document envelope as he gaped at you.

“You analyzed blood and urine last night!?” he whispered.

You waved him off, “Of course not!” You turned to take a quick look at the line in front of you. “I took samples last night and this morning and plugged the data into a program before I left the ship. Let me tell you, Jim was not happy to see me this morning.”

“No, I don’t guess he would’ve been,” Leonard chuckled. “How were you in any shape to do that?” he shook his head.

“I know how to manage my high, McCoy,” you stage whispered with a grin.

“You’re something else, you know that?” he shook his head and placed the envelope under his arm.

You smiled and moved up a place in line, “What did you end up doing after you left us?”

“Nothing as fun as leap frog and replicating pizza and tacos, I can assure you,” he scowled. “I double checked the supply orders for the medbay and went to bed.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being sensible, Leonard,” you smiled over your shoulder.

“I guess not,” he shrugged with a small smile.

You checked in and made your way to the elevator bank. Once again lost in your thoughts you didn’t notice Leonard standing beside you.

“We have to stop meeting like this,” he leaned toward you.

“Jesus Christ! You have to stop scaring me like that,” you placed a hand over your thundering heart.

“I’m sorry, I thought you heard me,” he laughed.

“That’s okay, I’ve been living in my head a lot. I guess I really need this leave,” you chuckled.

The elevator in front of you opened and you and McCoy entered after a steady stream of your fellow hotel guests exited.

“What floor, Lieutenant?” he asked when the doors closed.

“Eleven, Please,” you replied, making sure the other passengers around you had enough room.

“You’re just below me,” he remarked.

You suppressed a laugh at the inappropriate comments that flooded your mind.

“So it would seem,” you replied instead of the very racy and cheesy comments your brain was screaming at you like, Oh I would be-low you anytime or I would very much like to be below you. You shook your head at your brain’s asinine behavior.

You rode the elevator in silence, when you reached your floor you wished Leonard a good evening. As you made your way to your room you chastised yourself for being an awkward mess.

You emerged from your room the next day in time for lunch and made your way to the hotel’s restaurant.

“Lieutenant, care to join me for lunch?” Leonard called to you from a few feet away. He looked more casual than you’d ever seen him in a light blue button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow and a lightweight pair of khakis. He was making it hard for you to keep your crush under control. You swallowed hard before you smirked.

“McCoy, are you ever going to use my real name?” you asked as you plopped in the chair opposite him and set your bag in the empty chair next to you.

He huffed a laugh and replied, “I reviewed your report and analysis this morning over breakfast. It was pretty interesting reading.”

“Thanks, I think,” you smiled as you looked over the menu.

“The fact that there’s no trace of the substance in the user’s system after about 10 hours is impressive,” he replied and sipped his water.

“I wanted something that would last in the system about the same time alcohol does and won’t show on any drug tests,” you replied.

“I really wish you would have told me about this so I could’ve kept an eye on you,” he frowned.

You shrugged, “I knew I could come to you if something went wrong, it just didn’t. I’m okay. Really,” you patted his hand.

After lunch you and Leonard made your way out of the restaurant the front doors of the hotel.

“What are you up to today?” you asked while digging through your bag for your sunglasses.

“I thought I’d walk around and see the sights. What about you?” Leonard replied.

“Success!“ you triumphed as you shook your sunglasses in the air. “I was thinking the same thing. Want to join me?” you smiled as you put them on.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” he smiled.

Turns out shore leave Leonard McCoy knows how to have a good time. You visited the tourist attractions in town and took silly photos. Well, he took the silly photos you posed for. He cracked jokes and enjoyed a drink in between stops. You talked some more about how you developed the plant your research was based on. How the idea formed after a friend was kicked out of a program after one ill advised night of partying because a drug test showed marijuana in her system. You didn’t want that to happen to anyone else so you started doing research in graduate school and were working on it to this day. When you made it back to the hotel later that night after dinner neither one of you wanted to call it a night and you invited him to your room for one last drink.

“I think I want to try it,” Leonard blurted out as he got comfortable on the sofa.

“Pardon?” you asked, shocked by his statement.

“I think I want to try your plant,” he repeated.

“You’re serious?” you scoffed. “I don’t have any of my equipment so you wouldn’t be included in the findings,” you clarified.

“That’s fine. I’m just curious, really,” he responded.

“Okay. You want to do it now?” you asked, filling two glasses with water instead of whiskey.

“No time like the present,” he snorted a nervous laugh.

“Okay,” you nodded and placed a glass of water in front of him. “You’re not allergic to anything are you?” you walked over to the bedside table and pulled a leaf from a small envelope.

“Nope,” he replied and rubbed his hands up and down his thighs.

You sat on the couch next to him and ripped the leaf in half. “Nervous?” you teased.

“A little,” he laughed.

“It’s okay, you’re in good hands,” you patted his knee in reassurance. “Eat this and if you don’t feel anything in a half hour let me know,” you said and ate the other half of the leaf.

He nodded, chewed the leaf and hummed, “It doesn’t taste like I thought it would. Jim mentioned it tastes like mint but I didn’t expect it to be so mild.”

You laughed and picked up the remote to the in room entertainment, “What do you think holovids or music?”

“Halovids. A comedy sounds good right about now,” he replied, getting a little more comfortable.

About a half hour later you heard a soft, “Oh wow” from the other end of the couch.

“You doing okay there, Leonard?” you looked over to find him blinking slowly with a silly grin on his face.

“I feel fantastic!” he beamed.

“Good,” you giggled.

“I don’t know the last time I felt so relaxed,” he smiled and hugged a throw pillow to his chest.

You giggled again, stoned Leonard McCoy was just too precious.

“I know people think I’m a grumpy stick in the mud,” he shook his head. “You don’t think I’m a stick in the mud do ya, darlin?”

You smiled at him, “I don’t think you’re a stick in the mud at all. You’re dependable and honest, and kind,” you nodded.

“You flatter me, sweetheart,” he smiled.

“Not at all! You’re a good person Leonard.” you slid down the couch beside him and laid your head on his shoulder.

“Thank you,” Leonard whispered and and kissed the top of your head.

You smiled and looked up at him.

“Do you have any idea how damn beautiful you are?” he whispered.

“You’re one to talk,” you scoffed.

He turned towards you and you sat up and looked at him.

“I know I’m grumpy sometimes but when I’m around you I feel like that falls away and that you see me. Really see me,” he ran his thumb softly under your bottom lip. You looked down to your lap and whispered his name. Leonard put his hands on both sides of your face and looked at you long and hard.

Your breathing picked up and you whispered, “Le..” but were interrupted by his lips on yours. You sighed into the kiss as his tongue dipped into your mouth. He moaned as one of his hands moved from the side of your face to the back of your neck. His other hand moved to your waist and he pulled you into him. Your hands found their way up into his hair as lips moved down your neck. This was too much. Was he kissing you because he was high or because he really wanted to? Your body begged your brain to stop being a buzzkill but your morals won out.

“Leonard,” you whined.

“Mmmhmm,” he nipped your earlobe.

You shut your eyes tight, “As wonderful as this is, I think we should stop.”

Leonard immediately pulled away and looked at you, concerned.

“Are you okay?” he rubbed your arms.

“Yeah. Yes, that was great but we’re stoned and I think this should happen when we’re both sober. I mean, I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret.”

“That’s understandable, I’m sorry,” he cleared his throat.

“Don’t apologize, it was wonderful,” you smiled as you fixed his hair. “How about this? If you remember this and still feel the same tomorrow, why don’t you ask me out on a date?”

Leonard smiled shyly, “I can do that. I think I better call it a night and go back to my room.”

He got up from the couch and you walked him to the door. “I really did have a great time, Leonard,” you leaned against the door jamb.

“Me too, Sweetheart,” he smiled and placed a lingering kiss to your cheek. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” you replied softly and watched him walk down the hall to the stairwell.

You closed the door, leaned back, and let your head thunk against it with a silly smile on your face. Leonard McCoy was going to be the death of you.

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[readers-get-ficwrecked]

Chapters: 3/?

Fandom: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies), Star Trek, Star Trek: Enterprise Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock, James T. Kirk & Spock, James T. Kirk/Original Female Character(s) Characters: James T. Kirk, Spock (Star Trek), Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Hikaru Sulu, Pavel Chekov, Nyota Uhura, Montgomery "Scotty" Scott, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Eventual James T. Kirk/Spock, Starship Enterprise (Star Trek), Crew as Family, Major Character Death (kind of), Angst with a Happy Ending, Star Trek: AOS Summary:

     "Planets are crap. Everywhere are the same: some asshole thinks they’re on top, and everyone else is stuck licking the proverbial boot. Most people can stand it. But I want to be up there,” she says quietly, stretching her hand out towards the dark sky. “In the space between the stars.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

     So this was the first ask I got sent to me by @the-nerdiestwitch and it was a hell of a good first rec!      I highly recommend this fic, it is still in the works and I cannot wait for more!      Go check her out and don't forget to leave a comment for her <3

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[illogicalpunkwrites]

What Water Gave Me

Hello everyone! This one is...interesting. I dunno, have fun! Thank you for reading and please let me know if you would like to be tagged!

Pairings: Leonard McCoy x Kirk!Reader

Rating: M (18+)

Warning: Sex pollen, smut, ABO dynamics, cursing, angst

Words: 4.4K

Tags: @bloodangelballerina @theweepingvulcan91

None of you found out about it until it was too late. Visiting a new planet was always exciting, especially when it was far different from Earth. None of the biologists knew what would happen when the crew drank the water until the first person started showing symptoms. That first person was none other than

your brother and the captain, Jim Kirk. He started behaving erratically, nearly pushing over other people to make sure Carol wasn’t messed with. She started to sweat and you hurried over to pull them away from each other. While you and Jim used to rough house in your younger days, you weren’t used to him actually trying to fight you. He got a couple of hits in, some of them really hurting you before you were able to gather yourself.

“Jim!” You yelped as he swung at you again, ducking just in time. You swept your leg out from under him, sending him to the ground so some members of your security team could hurriedly incapacitate him.

“No! Let him go!” Carol sobbed.

“Get Jim to his quarters and lock him in using the override!” You barked. You made a hysterical Carol sit down in the Captain’s chair and wiped her forehead. She started squirming in the seat and you kept trying to ask her questions, but she only called for Jim. Calling him…alpha?

“Uhura, call Bones and tell him what’s going on. Tell the same thing to Science Division.” You didn’t hear a response and looked over the top of the chair. “Nyota?” She was fanning herself, looking at Spock whose knuckles were blanched white as he gripped the console. “Sulu, can you leave your station for a minute and get Spock to his quarters? He might try to fight you but he seems okay right now.” He was the right person to ask. With what information you gathered, anyone who had any sort of partner was susceptible to what was going on. Luckily, his was back on Earth.

“What do you think’s going on?”

“I’m not sure, I’ll get those two back to their quarters and call medbay-”

“Sciences to Bridge.” The console beeped in and you sighed.

“This is Commander Kirk, report.” You demanded, already overwhelmed with what little you had dealt with in such a short amount of time.

“We’ve tested some samples from the planet and found something interesting. The water contains some sort of hormone that-“

“Drives people insane?”

“It establishes A/B/O dynamics within the population.”

“What the hell does that mean?” You asked incredulously.

“Alpha, Beta, and Omega dynamics, Commander.” Spock explained, his voice strained as Sulu led him to the elevator.

“No don’t take him!” Nyota got up to head towards the elevator but you jumped over to grab the back of her dress. “No! Alpha!” The doors closed and you let her go to nearly paw at them. Her dress was soaked through with sweat and a puddle of…something was forming underneath her.

“Medbay to bridge!” Leonard’s voice came through, sounding frustrated and tired.

“Bones, it’s (Y/N)! What’s going on?”

“I’ve got people trying to kill me down here on one side of the room and people crying on the other.”

“Are they all couples?”

“Most of them, their partners came and found them. I don’t think they liked me being near ‘em”

“We need to get everyone affected in their quarters, apparently the water establishes A/B/O dynamics.”

“My god.” He groaned. Normally, you would’ve laughed but you were highly stressed.

“I’ll send a security team down there to help out. Kirk out.” You explained before switching over to the ship wide intercom. “This is Security Commander Kirk, I need all personnel that drank water from Ni-bu to go to their private quarters immediately. If you do not follow orders you will be forcibly moved by security. I repeat, leave your stations and return to your quarters immediately.” You ended the call and grabbed Nyota and Carol. You got into the elevator and pulled out your communicator. “Kirk to Sciences division, please tell me there’s a cure for this thing.”

“We’ll have to go to K-7 for that, good thing is we’re not the only ones that have dealt with this. There was another planet like the one we were at that The Pegasus had to deal with.”

“Alright, I’ll tell Chek-“ You stopped and shook your head, knowing how flirtatious the Russian was. “I’ll get back up there and set the coordinates.” Pulling your friends along was like pulling two feisty Chihuahuas: they kept pulling away from you, kept yelping for their alphas, and at one point Carol actually bit you. Once that chore was done, you sprinted back up to the bridge to put in the coordinates and called for Sulu.

“Hikaru, you alright?”

“A little scraped up but I’m fine. Security’s doing a good job down here, some of your workers are affected by it though.”

“You think you can stay down there and help them out? I’m working on getting Bridge settled down.”

“You got it, but you owe me big time.”

“Next round’s on me when we get to K-7.” You chuckled before calling out. “Alright Chekov, let’s-“

“ENGINEERING TO BRIGE!” Jaylah screeched and your blood left your body. You had nearly forgotten about engineering. A large section of them went to Ni-bu to help fix some of the infrastructure and technology.

“Jaylah, are you alright?”

“Everyone down here is going crazy! Security is here but there is not nearly enough of them! I need help!”

“Where’s Scotty?”

“He went to go find Lieutenant Mira!” You groaned and grabbed Chekov by the back of his shirt while some other people from security grabbed most of the bridge.

“I’ll be down there as soon as I can, keep doing what you’re doing!”

XXXXXX

Hours later, the whole situation was defused with everyone who was affected locked in their rooms. Those who didn’t seem affected, the Betas, roamed around the halls like dead men walking. Sanitation swept and mopped the halls where puddles of “slick” had been left. You dragged your feet and nearly your entire body ached by the amount of times you had either been rammed into, hit, or bit by your crew mates. You saw Sulu and you gave each other a congratulatory hug.

“You owe me so much more than a round of drinks. This is not in my job description.” He mumbled, making you laugh.

“Thank you so much.” While most of your team had been okay, it had dwindled down severely by the time engineering was wrangled off. Scotty surprised you with how wily he was, giving you a run for your money. Thankfully, Jaylah helped you out and you threw him into his office.

Sulu pulled away and looked up and down at you, you had some cuts here and there and were bruised up. While it wasn’t the worst your body had faced, you’d still seen better days.

“Go to Medbay, Kirk. Your job is done for now and I’m sure McCoy could see a friendly face.” You smiled weakly and made your way down. When you came to the door it didn’t slide open so you knocked instead.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me! Lemme in!” After a few beeps on the PADD, the door slid open and you hurried in before it locked back behind you. You saw Leonard at his desk with a bottle of whiskey. His shirt was torn in some places and you could see the beginnings of a black eye. “Well, Doc, you look like you had an eventful day.” He snorted in response and poured you a glass.

“Please tell me we’ll get to K-7 soon.”

“We should be there by tomorrow morning. Sulu’s gonna get some rest before so he can get us in. I think the plan is for medbay to come to us to give us the hypospray.” You explained and took a large gulp, feeling the burn go down your throat. Leonard looked at the bruise on your jaw and you shrugged.

“It was Jim, nothing I can’t handle.”

“And the bites?”

“Carol, Scotty, and some others I can’t even remember.”

“Scotty bit you?”

“I had him in a choke hold.” You couldn’t help but laugh. “The female Alphas gave me a run for my money.”

“I think I can add this to the list of reasons why I hate space.” He finished up his drink and went to go grab a med kit to sterilize the wounds. You’d have to wait a couple of days to get the scars removed.

“Because it makes people unbelievably horny?” He laughed at that one, making you smile. “I’m glad that it wasn’t a free for all though, people were focused on either their partners or the people they’ve had a crush on.”

“My god I don’t even want to imagine what it would’ve been like if it’d been a free for all.”

“But I’m surprised, Len. You struck me as an Alpha.” You joked.

“I thought you’d be an Alpha.” He retorted. “You’re the one the one that fights everything.”

“I do not! I only fight when it’s needed!”

“Which is why you’re in here so often.” You finished off the whiskey and held out your left arm where one of the bites was. “You need to be more careful.”

“Hey, I didn’t know Carol would bite me!” You replied with a smile.

“I wonder why though? No one tried to bite me.”

“I’m the hotter one of the Kirk siblings?”

“Okay, I’m with you there.”

“I have to say, I like you a little roughed up. You look like an action hero.” He chuckled and knelt on the ground in front of you, antiseptic in hand.

You felt something when he touched you, something stirring within you. You tried to shake it off but you couldn’t as it grew. As he cleaned your wounds you could feel your body temperature rising and you became incredibly uncomfortable. As you looked at him you could see him tense up with his brows furrowing even more than they usually did and his grip on you tightening. You started squirming in your seat, your inner thighs becoming coated with something as you looked at Leonard. Oh god, was that slick? Once he was done with all of the open wounds he put his kit to the side shakily. You realized, even in your foggy state, he was trying to maintain composure. Your slick dripped down to the floor, making it hard for both of you to ignore. Now you realized what you both were and why neither of you had experienced symptoms all day. He was an Alpha, and you were his Omega.

“Leonard.” You whispered, nearly whined. He looked back at you and then to the bruise on your jaw. He brought his fingers to it and pressed on it gently, making you wince.

“You’re burning up.” He stated softly, his breathing picking up and voice gravelly. “You need to leave.”

When he said that, everything in your system freaked out. You leapt on him from the chair, wrapping your arms around his neck and straddling him. He caught you with his fingers against your ribs.

“Leonard, please.” You started kissing his neck, making his fingertips dig into you. He smelled so good, like something homey and warm with a splash of whiskey,  and you couldn’t help but grind yourself against his hard cock. He let out a stuttered moan, his composure melting away as he felt your unbelievably wet pussy against him. “Alpha!” You cried softly.

That’s when it snapped away, Leonard picked you up and you wrapped your legs around him. He hurried over to his private office and you two fell onto his little cot, his lips smashing into yours. You moaned and arched your body into his, wanting as much contact as possible. His tongue slid into your mouth as you kicked your boots off and worked on his shirt.

“Off.” You whimpered. He sat back away from you and pulled down the zipper on your dress before sliding it off of you. You pulled his shirt off and pulled him back to you as he worked on the clasp of your bra.

“Such a pretty little ‘mega.” He slurred before laving his tongue down your bruised jaw, pain not even resonating with you at this point. He dropped your bra to the side, kissing and nipping down your neck and collarbone. His tongue circled around your nipple before sucking it into his mouth, kneading the other one with his hand. He was rougher than you thought he would be, teething at your pebbled nipple. You wondered if he was like this all the time. You rocked your hips up against him, wanting more than just that.

“Alpha, please!” You whined, making him chuckle. His hands drifted down the sides of your body to grip the elastic of your panties and pull them down your legs. He started pressing wet kisses down your stomach as his hands spread your legs to slot himself between them. You felt his breath against your pussy and you squirmed towards him, thighs enclosing around his head.

“God, you look-“ He didn’t even finish his sentence before burying his head in between your legs, his tongue circling your clit and tasting your slick. You arched your back and wove your fingers into his hair as an unruly moan escaped you. You felt your pussy growing even wetter and he groaned against you, the vibrations sending ripples through you. He sucked your clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue against it.

“Fuck! Alpha!” He looked up at you as you pulled his hair. “Please, need your cock, need your cock!”

You’d never begged like this before and you were sure you wouldn’t have if you weren’t in this state. He crawled back up your body and you pulled his head down to yours to kiss him, tasting yourself. Your hands shot down to his work pants and you palmed his straining cock, making him gasp into your mouth. You shakily undid the button and zipper before pulling them down and seeing his erection bob against his stomach. Your breathing got even heavier as he helped pull his pants off the rest of the way, his shoes thudding as they hit the ground. You leaned up to kiss and nip at his neck as you stroked his cock, trying to lead him to your pussy.

“Shit darlin’, Omega-“ He cut himself off with a grown and pulled your hand away, taking his cock in his hand and rubbing it against your pussy to coat it in slick. You needed more. You locked your legs around his waist and pulled him as close to you as you possibly could. “You ready, my Omega?”

“Please, Alpha.” You whispered as he kissed your forehead. Then you felt his cock enter you slowly, stretching you perfectly and making you keen against him. He breathed out loudly and slowly as he seated himself fully inside of you, your fingernails digging into his back. The both of you stayed just like that for a moment or two, foreheads against each other and breathing heavily. He leaned down to kiss you and you swore you had never felt so loved and protected. You started rocking your hips against his and he took the hint, rolling his hips back so that he was almost completely out of you before rutting back in. “Yes!”

“Feel so good, ‘mega” He slurred against you, starting a slow rhythm. But still you needed more. Your head lolled to the side, exposing your neck to him and he leaned down to suck your pulse point into his mouth. He started thrusting faster into you, hitting that spot inside of you that made you let out high pitched noises into his ear. His pubic bone rubbed against your clit deliciously and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. You felt like you couldn’t even speak anymore as your pussy started tightening even more around him, making him quiver a little. He looked down at you and you brought your hands to his face and neck to caress him more as your body bounced with his thrusts.

“Close, Alpha.” You warned and he leaned down to kiss you. The coil in your lower belly tightened even more and one more perfectly angled thrust did you in, a puddle of slick soaking into the sheets as you felt tingling flood your body. You cried out into Leonard’s mouth as your entire body stiffened with the intensity of your orgasm. Leonard’s thrusts started becoming sloppy and his grip on your body tightened. As you rode your high, something in the back of your mind still wanted more.

“Cum inside me” His eyes widened before gripping your thighs to put your legs over his shoulder, leaning towards you so you were folded. You shrieked out and threw your head back at him suddenly being so unbelievably deep. His arms wrapped around you as you bit his tanned shoulder, making him gasp into your ear and his hips stuttered against yours. With one final deep thrust, you felt his hot cum coat your walls. You whimpered at your oversensitivity but finally felt satiated, almost complete in a way. His body went limp against yours but you didn’t loosen your grip, neither did he. Your fever went away and the slick seemed to have stopped, but you wanting him didn’t.

“Stay.”

XXXXXX

You knew it was early when you woke up, but you weren’t sure how much longer you had before you docked at K-7. You felt sore all over, sticky, and still beyond tired. However, your head was fairly clear and you weren’t feeling feverish. You looked behind you and saw Leonard still asleep with his arm around you. You felt your heart drop as you realized that the night before really did happen, it wasn’t some hormone ridden dream.

You’d always been attracted to Leonard, even if he was a bit neurotic (something you still adored about him). However, you wanted to respect Leonard as a friend, coworker, and best friend of Jim’s. You couldn’t imagine how Jim would feel if you and Leonard started dating. There was also always the dreaded what ifs. What if you two broke up? How would your friends and Jim deal with that? You were also in a high stakes job. What if you seriously got injured, or worse? What if he never even felt the same way?

Also, being completely overrun by foreign hormones was not how you want you two to get together anyway.

So, as you Kirks do, you decided to get out before more awkwardness could come or having to face the difficult consequences of your actions. Luckily, Leonard seemed to be a heavy sleeper but you could feel a fever beginning to creep on you again as his arm tried to tighten on you. You felt your heart ache as even the non-Omega part of you wanted to stay. But if you did, what happened wouldn’t be just between the two of you. Someone would walk in and know what had happened. You didn’t even bother putting on your underwear or shoes, just your red dress before unlocking the doors with his PADD and sneaking back to your quarters to lock yourself in. You were breathing harshly, the fever hitting you pretty hard, and you slid down your door to the ground.

“Computer, air conditioning at full capacity.” The fans whirred around you as you tried not to think of Leonard.

XXXXXX

Leonard woke up with a groan and stretched against his cot. He felt around his bed for you, but shot up when he didn’t find you. He looked around the room and saw that your underwear and boots were still in his room. He kind of wanted to laugh, thinking about how you probably bolted out of there. He thought you were probably embarrassed about the whole thing. A nagging part of his brain said it was probably because you regretted it entirely. He had always liked you, but for the sake of Jim he kept it more friendly and professional. Perhaps it was best to just forget about it. Better that than a repeat of another failed relationship.

“Dr. McCoy? This is Nurse Chapel from the K-7 research lab. We’re here to give you the hypospray.” He hurriedly put on his clothes and kicked your things under the cot before letting the nurse in.

XXXXXX

A couple of days later, you hurried to the bridge to return some reports of the events to Jim. You had avoided medbay like the plague and unbeknownst to you, a couple of friends took notice. As you handed the PADD to Jim, he looked at your healing jaw and cringed once again.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know, asshole, you say it every time you see me.” You chided playfully. He looked at the rest of the scars left on your body from the others and raised an eyebrow at you.

“You can probably get those taken care of, y’know?”

“I know, I just haven’t found the time with writing this shit up.” You replied and he chuckled, waving you away. You smoothed out your skirt and went to the elevator, but Sulu slid in before the doors closed.

“Oh hey! What’s up?”

“What’s up with you? You always get your scars fixed up and Uhura knows for a fact that you’ve had enough time.”

“Are you two gossiping behind my back?” You replied and he crossed his arms at his chest. “Maybe I want to keep the scars.”

“You want to keep scars in the shape of bite marks?” He replied flatly and you shrugged. The doors opened again and He grabbed your arm. “That’s it, I’m taking you to medbay.”

“No!” You panicked and pulled away from him.

“What in the world’s going on?” He asked incredulously, and you looked around. “Did something happen the day we went to Ni-bu?” You opened your mouth but quickly shut it.

“I’ll tell you what happened, just not here.”

“C’mon!” He pulled you into a nearby closet and locked the door behind him. You paced what little you could in the space and he sighed. “Would you just tell me?”

“I thought I was okay. I didn’t have any of the symptoms so I thought I was a Beta. After everything settled down I went to medbay like you told me to get my cuts cleaned up.” Sulu quickly put two and two together, especially after days of suspicion.

“You weren’t a Beta and neither was he.” You shook your head. “And, lemme guess, you left in the morning?”

“I didn’t know what else to do.” You nearly whispered. “I fucked up.”

“Yeah, you did. Kirk, you gotta fix this. You have to talk to him. You can’t avoid medbay forever.”

“I can try.”

“Kirk.”

“I know you’re right! I just don’t know what to do.” He wrapped an arm around you and you leaned into him.

“Just go in there.”

XXXXXX

Leonard was reading from his PADD in his quarters when he heard a knock on the door. He put it down on his bedside table before letting it open and saw you. His black eye was healing nicely, but he winced when he widened them in surprise.

“Uh, hey.” You started, already wanting to punch yourself.

“Hey.”

Fuck, this was awkward.

“Can I come in?” He stood to the side and you stepped in, the door closing behind you.

“If you’re here for your clothes and boots there under my cot in my office.”

Ouch.

“Thanks but that’s not why I’m here.” You stood there, trying to keep from fidgeting. “I wanted to talk about what happened, and before you say anything I know I shoulda stayed. I wanted to stay but-“ You broke off and sat down in his arm chair. You felt like if you kept standing then you’d pass out.

“But what? I’ve been wonderin’ why you didn’t stay, myself.” He said and you nodded.

“And I shouldn’t have done that to you.” You looked down at your clasped hands and tried to swallow the nervousness radiating in your body. “Leonard, I’ve always liked you. I’ve always been attracted to you.” You didn’t see the surprised look that crossed his face. “But I was always afraid of what would happen. I mean, you know me and Jim: we’re both terrified of relationships and I know that you’re wary of them after how things went in your marriage. I’ve always wanted to respect that.” You didn’t realize you had started to ramble. “And Jim is another thing! That ass is always so protective over me and you’re his best friend! That’s a conundrum just for him! Does he kick your ass or lock me in my cabin or both?! Not to mention we’re in space and it’s probably one of the most dangerous places ever!” You finally looked at him and saw him chuckling, hiding his face behind his hand. “Why the hell are you laughing? I’m pouring my heart out here!”

“Because you sound like me, dammit!” He smiled and you stared at him incredulously. “Go on, finish up. I gotta talk some time.” You shook your head at him and stood up.

“Fine, you want me to finish? I didn’t want to wake up and hear you talk about how it was a mistake because just thinking about that fucking kills me. I wanted it to happen, maybe not like that but I wanted…something like that to happen. There, I’m done.” You stood there and waited for him to say something, but he didn’t. “Well you said you had to talk.” You looked back up at him expectantly and his eyes had softened, he wasn’t smiling anymore.

“I didn’t know you felt that way and...as much as I didn’t think that this is the way things would happen, I don’t regret that it did. I’ve wanted to be with you for so long but everything’s complicated. But I wanna give it a shot because I can’t imagine not being with you.” Tears welled in your eyes at his confession and you threw yourself at him, taking in his warmth.

“I want to be with you, Len.” 

“As long as you promise you won’t run away again, darlin’.” You smiled up at him and kissed him softly.

“I promise…Alpha.” He stiffened against you and you laughed. He smiled and captured your lips in his, holding you tightly against him. “You think you could get rid of my scars first?” You squealed as he picked you up and you wrapped your legs around him.

You two would just have to deal with everything else later.

#leonard mccoy x reader #Leonard McCoy #star trek #Star Trek Fanfiction #star trek aos #star trek TOS

[littlemaatta]

Careless - Jim Kirk x Reader

Anonymous said: Prompt: a soulmate AU where if one gets hurt the other feels it. Reader is an engineer and her and kirk have not crossed paths yet (so they don't know they are each other's soulmate) . One day, Jim is in medbay after almost dying (again), and the reader comes in pain like: "BONES THE F*CKER DID IT AGAIN". And instead of a meet cute, the reader proceeds to almost bite his head of for being so careless

a/n: oh i love this so much, thank you

warnings: minor description of injuries (mostly just talking about the pain), swearing

reader is described as: female. no size, skin, or hair descriptors. lmk if i missed any pls.

When your soulmate gets hurt, even the slightest thing like a paper cut or a hangnail, you feel it. And from this you have deduced over the years that your soulmate must be the most reckless bastard in the world

From broken limbs to black eyes and bruised ribs, you’ve felt it all. 

Its worn on you a bit over the years, the frequent pain and worrying about your soulmate. But the worry slowly turned to irritation, what have they been doing to end up this hurt?

When you joined Starfleet to train as an engineer, you got your fair share of injuries as well. Burns, cuts, the time that you fell down a flight of stairs after staying up all night studying for an exam.

And every time, you wondered where your soulmate was and if they were feeling your pain, wondering about you.

Eventually you join the crew of the Enterprise as an engineer. You work with Scotty who becomes a great friend. For the most part you keep to yourself aboard the ship, the only other friend you make being Dr. McCoy and only because you have to visit him so often for injuries - both your own and your soulmates.

You enter the medbay for the first time in a few days, holding your burned hand to your chest. 

“Haven’t seen you in a few days.” McCoy says as you approach him. He nods his chin toward a bed and you sit down.

“Yeah, I’ve been lucky for a few days, damn replicator I was fixing this morning decided to burn my hand though.”

Bones grunts as he examines your hand, “Did quite a good job mucking it up this time.” 

“Ha ha.” you reply sarcastically, “Just fix it up so I can get back to work, please.”

Bones rolls his eyes and gets to work, when he’s done he sends you on your way. 

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Jim is in his chair on the bridge when a searing pain suddenly runs through his hand. 

He flinches and pulls the offending hand to his chest, cradling it as the skin continues to burn. 

He pulls it away and looks it over, although he knows he will see nothing, this pain is not his own and no actual injury is present.

“Captain?”

Jim looks up to find Spock watching him with confusion. The captain clears his throat and sits up straight, his arm returning to the armrest. 

“I’m fine, Spock.” he answers quietly.

He can’t help but glance at his hand again though, as the pain continues, his entire hand feels like it’s on fire.

About ten minutes later, he feels the familiar painful sting of a hypospray and the pain in his hand finally fades. He sighs in relief, not only for himself but for his soulmate, wherever they may be.

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Another away mission gone wrong. Jim fades in and out, confused and drowsy, trying to piece together what happened. 

The pain returns suddenly and in full force, his adrenaline finally wearing off after the fight and allowing him to feel all the pain from his injuries.

“Captain! We’re gonna get you back to the ship, it’s okay.” a voice says, but his ears are ringing and his eyes can’t focus on anything.

He feels cold beneath him and hears a familiar voice.

“My god, man.” Bones exclaims when Jim appears on the transporter platform in front of him. He gets to work immediately, shouting orders to the other crew members and nurses around him.

“Bones..” Jim mutters.

“It’s alright, Jim, we’ve got you.” 

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An involuntary scream escapes your lips as you fall to your knees. The crew members around you all stop and stare.

Scotty runs to your aid as one of your arms wraps around your stomach and you cry out again, this time quieter and more strained.

“What is it, lass? What’s wrong?” Scotty asks, his arms hovering over your sides as if he is afraid to touch you and cause you more pain.

“I don’t know.” you answer through gritted teeth, “It’s my soulmate.”

Relief floods Scotty’s face as he realizes that you aren’t physically hurt. 

“Let’s get you to the medbay then.”

You nod in response, breathing heavily as Scotty helps you to stand. 

Suddenly, as you and Scotty are walking down the hallway, the pain turns from an intense throbbing to a dull ache. You straighten yourself up and move away from Scotty, able to stand on your own.

“They.. they must have gotten medicine, the pain just faded. It still hurts but not as much.” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

You tell Scotty you’re alright to head to the medbay on your own but he insists on at least walking you to the turbolift.

On the ride up to the medbay, you get less worried about your soulmate and more angry at them. All of these years you’ve been feeling them get so hurt and be in so much pain, and it’s always bothered you but today.. today felt like they were dying.

By the time you walk into the medbay, you’re fuming. You’re almost positive that there is smoke coming out of your ears.

“Bones, the fucker did it again! Is this asshole trying to die??? I swear it’s like they seek it out! There is no way someone gets injured this much on accident.” you rant as you walk up to the doctor.

“What is it this time?” he says without looking up from what he’s doing.

“Well, I just collapsed in engineering because it felt like my abdomen and my arm were being torn to shreds.”

Bones looks up at you with furrowed brows, “Wait, what?”

“My abdomen and my arm felt like they were being slashed up with a knife.”

“Where exactly?” Bones asks, giving you his full attention now.

You point to the places that are still hurting, a long stripe down your forearm and three places on your abdomen.

“I don’t believe it...” Leonard says, shaking his head and letting out a small chuckle.

“What?”

Leonard doesn’t answer, he only gestures for you to follow him and begins leading you to another room.

He stops at the foot of a bed where a man is laying unconscious, bandages cover his abdomen and his arm, in the same spots where you were feeling pain.

Your jaw drops as you look from him to Leonard and back again. 

“He should be waking up in a few minutes.” Leonard says with a smirk before he turns and leaves the room.

You feel like you can’t move, your feet are glued to the floor as you stare at the handsome man in front of you.

Captain James T. Kirk.

The captain of the Enterprise is your soulmate.

You don’t know how long you stand there with your jaw hanging open but time seems to start again when his eyes flutter open.

His blue eyes search the room before they land on you, he blinks a few times and stares back at you.

“Hi.” he mumbles, his voice scratchy from sleep.

You scoff, your trance fading away as your soulmate stares at you. Now that you know he’s alright, something snaps.

“All these years.. all these years you’ve been breaking bones, getting black eyes, getting stunned, and one time getting like ten hyposprays at once, whatever that was about. And here you are, almost dead, and you say hi?? As if you aren’t the most careless person in the universe!” your voice raises as you talk, so you’re almost shouting by the end. 

Jim stares at you throughout your rant, confused. He pushes himself up a little bit on his elbows, trying to sit up, you both flinch as pain shoots through your bodies.

“Stop that.” you say, moving closer and pushing his shoulder gently to make him lie down again. 

He turns his head to watch you as you fuss with his pillows and smooth out his sheets, not meeting his eyes after your outburst.

His hand comes to rest over yours as you are fixing the blanket over his legs, making you look up at him.

“I’m guessing you’re my soulmate then.” he says softly, his eyes boring into your own.

You nod slowly, nervousness catching up to you as your anger fades away.

“Well it’s nice to meet you, after all the burns and cuts and the one time I think you fell down a flight of stairs.” he says with a playful smirk on his face.

You laugh at his comment, remembering how you had laid at the bottom of the stairs for a moment, wondering what your soulmate thought of you after that.

“Nice to meet you, too. I’m Y/N L/N.” you say, your voice wavering as tears form in your eyes, the pent up emotions coming out as you finally meet your soulmate after years of wondering. 

“I’m Jim Kirk. And I’m sorry for being the most careless person in the universe.”

#jim kirk x reader #jim kirk #star trek aos #star trek imagine #jim kirk soulmate au #james t kirk

[madhattervanessa]

Pain Management (Chapter 1)

Well this isn’t a very funny title but I’m sticking with it for now! Welcome to a little series about Leonard McCoy getting to know you (a dentist on the Enterprise) and maybe more...?

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader (female)

Warnings: Dentist stuff, slow-burn-ish, tooth rotting fluff, other content warnings will be written as headers of the coming chapters

Words: 2419

Hope you’ll like it, don’t forget to leave a heart or a comment. It feeds the beast

(Chapter 2)

Masterlist - Mobile Masterlist

You sigh as you go through your list of check-ups, two names highlighted red by now: James T. Kirk and Leonard H. McCoy. The usual suspects.

Although it was common knowledge around the ship that the CMO practically had to hunt and strap the captain down to a biobed for his physicals only few, including the more unknown part of the medical staff, knew that the captain was even harder to get for his appointments for your field. Both the captain and the CMO hate the trips to the exam rooms in the dentist's and orthodontist's sections of med bay.

Even though you had just taken the position of your now retired colleague you had already picked up on the bad experiences that quite a few crew members had gained along with their appointments.

You send another thoughtful look towards the office of said CMO before you switch the PADD in your hand to stand by and approach the door with self confident steps. With another deep breath you gently knock the door before you open it up, already preparing a soft smile. Or at least as well as you can, seeing as it is nearly the end of your shift and it had been a very long one this time.

Dr. McCoy keeps his gaze glued to the screen in front of him at his desk, his hands hovering just above the on the table projected keyboard. His eyebrows are scrunched together in a frown which thankfully clears up a little as his eyes flicker towards you.

''Oh, hello, Dr. Y/L//N. I'll be with you in second I just have to finish this report and then-''

''Leonard Horatio McCoy, you've missed your appointments with me five times by now.'' you interrupt him and see the man break a sweat in one fell swoop. His mouth opens for a second without any sound coming out before he grumbles something under his breath that sounds like a curse.

After another final look to the screen in front of him and then towards you, he sighs. Then suddenly his shoulders raise a little in time with his head but you're already prepared for him making new excuses.

''I know that your shift ends in a few minutes and you have no meetings as you are cleared of any because of your appointment. So there's no way out of it this time, Doc.''

The corners of his lips turn up to a bitter smile, his hands raised in defeat.

''Alright, alright. Long time since someone whipped out my second name to scold me. Give me a second.'' he chuckles lightly but you can see the way his jaw clenches as he closes the files. Meanwhile you can't fight is the way your eyes automatically start following his hands fly over the keyboard, steady and precise as always. Before your mind can drift off to the stories of his athlete days at the academy, he gets up.

Immediately you get your PADD up and raise it a little higher than necessary, resetting the timer for Dr. McCoy's check-up to distract yourself. When you risk another gaze up to his face he is already approaching you. Hazel eyes fixate yours but you just return his probing gaze the best you can.

''Alright, let's go then. It's just a routine check, you'll be out in a few minutes.'' Another smile in his direction and you turn your back to him, his steps now steadily following after yours.

''Doesn't mean I like it.'' You almost miss his murmured response and have to hold back a pitiful smile as you lead him into one of the exam rooms down the hallway.

''Just sit down and try to relax, I'll be extra careful, alright?'' you reassure him and watch him reluctantly sitting down in the chair as you adjust the headrest for his height. When he doesn't lean back you gently tug him by his shoulders, pulling a heavy breath from him.

''You're alright, just breathe, I'll be right there in a second.'' With another pat on his shoulders you go over to washing your hands and slip into the gloves. When you return you catch the CMO eyeing the instruments on the table next to him.

''So, did you have any pains or bleeding?'' you ask and he shakes his head 'no' while you shift the chair into his direction, grabbing the light above him.

''Alright, then I'm just going to take a look. Open up for me please.''

After another gulp he opens his mouth, exposing the insides of his mouth but you can't help but notice how dry his lips are. As you gently probe and test a few areas you observe how he sometimes holds his breath or squints his eyes.

''You okay? If you want I could play some music or put on ambient sounds?'' you withdraw from him a little to give him space to answer.

''I'm fine.''

''Alright. So, I have some good news and some bad news but nothing dramatic.'' you conclude loudly. That gets his attention and you lean onto the armrest he isn't using.

''Well, bad news are that I found some signs of cavities in one tooth and will have to clean that tooth and freshen up the filling. There's also some dental calculus we'll need to get rid off but it really is just a teeny tiny bit. Good news is that this will not take much time.'' you explain, leaving out the unnecessary medical jargon. You made the experience that including too many strictly medical expressions or talking over the head over the patients just makes them more nervous. Seeing as the CMO in front of you already is an anxious patient you hope this will calm him but it only seems to make him even more nervous: His face has lost all its color and his pulse has sped up incredibly as you see on the vital display on your left.

''Do you want somebody else to do it or should I-''

''No. Just. Careful what you do, kid.'' he interrupts and you huff out a laugh as you pull the instruments a little closer and place a cup beneath the tiny sink to Dr. McCoy's left.

''I'm no kid, Dr. McCoy but I promise I'll be careful. Please clean your mouth before we proceed. If you want you can just grab my knee with one hand and squeeze if it hurts or anything and I'll stop immediately, alright?'' You get a nod as he rinses his mouth. A much larger than anticipated hand hesitantly settles on your leg and you smile reassuringly at him before he leans back, opening up his mouth and letting you go to work.

You hum as you do your job, the grip from the Doctor sometimes becoming a little tense but he never really squeezes even though his heart rate seems to be through the roof. But after the first few steps he relaxes a little, the tension leaving his body little by little as you tell him what you do as you go and just as anticipated he is done just a few moments later.

''Alright.'' you finally mumble and roll away to get a few swabs. The warmth his hand left on your leg is still tangible as you pull out a package of the white cottony material. Out of the corner of your eye you catch the CMO getting up.

''Hey, wait I wasn't done with you yet!'' you call as he moves to leave the room, his shoulders rising as he hears you.

''You were bleeding a little- would you be so kind to sit back down?'' you smile at him, his face still tensed up as he looks back.

''Yeah sure.'' He bites his lip and focuses on his feet as he walks back. He keeps his hands behind his back until he sits down, where his right hand rests on your leg again. He blinks into the bright light above him as you mumble for him to open up again. You patiently dab the blood away and proceed to find a little injury which in return makes you curious as to what caused it.

''Uh. Did you- experience any pain in your jaw the past few days?'' you carefully ask and feel the grip on your knee tightening a little.

''What why?'' You back up and let the now bloody cotton dab fall into a spare metal bowl.

''Well, it seems like you have been grinding your teeth. Are you under a lot of stress?”

“Well, I’m the CMO, of course I am.”

“What about headaches?”

He sighs and rubs his temple.

“Yeah, well, I haven’t been drinking quite enough either.”

“Those reasons are all legitimate sounding enough but I’d like to give you a bite guard so your teeth won’t be grinding against each other as much. It will resolve some of your problems. But you’ll need to do something against the tension in your jaw, too. We’ll do the imprints for the bite guard at another time if you’re alright with that.”

He seems a bit skeptical but nods.

You roll off the gloves and throw them into a bin before lifting your hands to the sides of his face.

“I can offer to massage the tension out or you can try-”

“How often do I have to come back?”

“I’d like to get you in at least once a week or something close to that until the grinding stops”, you answer and he nods before warily looking at your hands.

“What about massaging the tension away? Would that even work at this point?”

“Let’s just try and you’ll tell me if it feels good.”

“Yeah, okay”, he mumbles and you smile before pressing his head back against the headrest, your hands on both sides of his face. The angle is a little awkward but this way he can still hold on to your knee.

As you start slightly letting your fingers dig in to find the right muscle, he tenses considerably.

“It’s just me. Try to loosen your jaw a little”, you mumble in an attempt to help make this less painful. “You know, a shoulder and back rub would probably be good for you, too. It’s very important to remember to put your own health first.”

He grumbles but stays still as you feel around for the most tense spots.

“You know, once I almost lost my right hand because I didn’t stop to think about how my hand was already cramping before pressing around on sensitive nerves. So look out for yourself first, okay?”, you mutter, focusing more on his tense jaw than your own words. He smiles and you make the mistake to look into his eyes. He has been watching you the whole time and you hurriedly look away again, feigning absolute concentration. You suddenly notice how close your face is to his. You clear your throat and back up. However, your cheeks betray you and start to warm up.

His grip on your knee loosens as you rub small circles underneath his earlobe. His heartbeat slows and a sigh escapes him. You smile involuntarily as he closes his eyes as well and leans into the touch.

“Does that feel good?”

He just hums and you let your thumbs trace forward, moving on to his jawbone. With more pressure you move your thumbs up underneath his cheekbone and resume your work.

“Open your mouth a little, please.”

He does as he is told, brows furrowing slightly as you find a tense muscle. He grips your knee as you work more into it.

“This is a little uncomfortable, right?”

“Uh huh”, he breathes and a frown shows on his face as you continue to put pressure on that spot.

“There’s no way around that, sorry. This might take a while.”

You spend a few minutes like that, the CMO’s eyes fluttering open when the tension moves out of a muscle a little. The only sounds are steady breathing and a noise of content here and there.

When your own neck starts to get stiff, you have to consciously remind yourself of your own scolding a few minutes prior. He looks so relaxed, though, that it takes another minute for you to will yourself to stop.

“Okay, then. I’m going to have to stop here, for now, but I think we’ve made some progress”, you explain and he closes his mouth as you lift your hands from his face.

After moving your head to relieve the pain in your neck, watch him again. He moves his jaw before actually yawning.

“Did I tire you out already, Doc?” You grin, amused as he rubs his eyes afterwards.

A smile sneaks its way onto his face.

“Dr. Y/L/N”, he breathes and fixates you again, “your hands are magic.” The seriousness in his answer makes you blush. You scratch your neck.

“That’s big, coming from you”, you mutter and look at the hand still resting on your knee.

“What?”

“You have the steadiest hands of the ‘fleet. Or so they say.”

“Well, I can’t really allow myself not to”, he retorts but you can tell by the vitals he must be flustered.

“Just like you can’t allow tension to build up like that again. Find someone to give you that back and shoulder rub, there must be a few people on your team with chiropractic training, after all. They are be better trained to help you with your jaw, too”, you tell him, slowly becoming even more conscious about that hand on your knee.

“I’ve tried to get some help from them but I feel guilty about taking their time, they already have a lot on their hands. Plus they seem hesitant to scold me. So I was thinking… maybe you could continue helping me with that tension in my jaw?”

“I’m not sure-”

“You don’t have to!”, he interrupts and scratches the back of his neck. 

There’s a second of awkward silence and you bite your lip in thought.

“I’m always hesitant to take over duties which aren’t originally mine and I can’t note that in my schedule either- I’d have to do it after my shifts.”

“I’ll do my best to repay you then, Dr. Y/L/N.” He sincerely retorts, looking directly into your eyes.

Your heart stutters before you smile, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Dr. McCoy.”

#pain management #fanfic #leonard mccoy #leonard horatio mccoy #dr. mccoy #star trek #leonard mccoy x reader

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Utopian dawn

Cw: masturbation (male doing it), food play, praise kink, reader-chan a certified freak and I love it (not me getting carried away) ,title use like ma'am good boy reader san is a vixen, blow job, fluff so much fluff that it hurts my soul, Leonard doesn’t skip his meals (you included 😜), reader-chan’s friends are so cool, reader-chan is sneaky

Pet names such as honey, baby, dear, precious, vixen, my dirty girl and sweetie

wc: 4987

cs: I forgot about this series sorry for those who were waiting for it. Here it is!

gist: A blissful morning with her man seems like a dream come true but for how long?

Leonard took you to his place. He really took care of you as if you were made of crystal. It was not the first time he was acquainted with women that rocked their natural hair, so he had exactly what you needed. He carried you all the way back from the car up to his penthouse. After taking off your heels, your dress, your jewellery and dressing in silk pyjamas, you were put in a guest room and the final detail he added to your look was a satin bonnet. This man knows that item literally saves your hair! 

Now, his night routine was much needed specifically after what happened in the backseat. Walking with an erection all the while trying to hide it is somewhat of a difficult task but he nailed it thanks to you. It was painful and he has to give into this one urge. He wants to take his time with you, watch you come undone under his touch, be the only one that makes you feel that way. He is a patient man so he will get what he desires. He went to the bathroom, discarded all of his clothes and admired his adonis-like body on that full length mirror he strategically placed in that room. He hopped in the shower making sure that he wouldn’t wet his hair. When he started washing his body suddenly all of his thoughts revolved around you, your sun kissed skin, your soft lips, how sweet you tasted and one thing led to another he started wanking to the thought of you. He just had to find his lube bottle he kept hidden for when things got a bit too hectic for his own taste. He reaches for the top place where he keeps all hair products he does not use very often and there it is. He squeezes out of the bottle an adequate amount of lube and works it on his shaft.

He somehow forgot how good it felt to masturbate but he also is a man that tends to enjoy having sex more than he appreciates solo sessions. Since it’s been quite some time, he leans on the wall. He knows that orgasms are intense and he is not risking falling in the bathtub because he was getting off! He doesn’t really moan that much, he’s trying to keep quiet. The bathroom is awfully close to the guest room where y/n is sleeping, if he slips up she could use it against him. He was so close to his orgasm and with one final stroke he came with an inaudible cry. He didn’t last that long either and it made him question what was wrong with him. Never in his whole life had he come that fast, that was the first time. Well, it was probably because he hasn’t been as sexually active as he used to due to his priorities. He put on lotion on his body, a lounging robe and headed to the kitchen to make dinner. Today instead of cooking, he decided to settle for one of those microwavable dinners because he was a little spent from earlier. After eating, he read a little before going to bed. Before he decided to go to his room, he checked up on you to see if you were still asleep. 

You slept fairly well but because your body was already used to waking up quite early you were up at 4 am. So you got up and you were a little bit astounded by your surroundings. You got up from the bed, sat on it. You’re not in your room, yes you dozed off when you were in Leo’s car and the obvious place it took you to is his, right. You’re currently wearing sleeping clothes, the dress you wore yesterday is on a chair, your shoes near the door and your bag is on top of the vanity. You stand up, walk towards that vanity and you also see that your earrings are on that table. Leo is a man that pays attention to detail, it makes you smile. You quietly stepped out of the room towards the kitchen because you needed some water in your system. Eventually, you did go through the whole place you are currently at and the last room left to check is where Leonard is deep asleep. You go there and surprisingly the door is not  locked nor closed so you open it carefully and there he is, peacefully sleeping. He does look ethereal like this too, he’s shirtless and he is also wearing a satin bonnet. Ah, this man truly does know how to take care of his hair. As you’re observing him from a reasonable distance you start feeling a little bit needy and you would really like to be sleeping in his arms in the very same bed. But waking him up from his sleep wouldn’t be that nice of you, would it? So you leave his room cautiously and go back to your bed. You try to go back to sleep because there is still time before the sunrise. 

Morning 

A delicious smell tickles your nose waking you up but your stomach also lets you know it needs to be fed. He is probably making breakfast, you think. You get out of the bed and head directly to the bathroom located in the room. You get ready to meet your boo in the kitchen and there is also some perfume that is exactly the one you wore. You found body lotion bottles in the bathroom and you use those for your body. After leaving it to dry a little, you put on your underwear and do a little bit of active stretching to get your blood flowing. It lasts for five minutes. You put on a short olive body con dress that surprisingly fits you and you head towards the kitchen. There is your man ( finally saying it out loud, lord have mercy!! )

shirtless, in an apron with grey sweatpants ( this dude knows exactly what he is doing ). He also has a messy man bun, he is definitely a snack right now. You’re so happy that he is not only your sugar daddy but also your man, you’re smiling like an idiot just watching him doing his thing. So you go, hug him from behind which earns you a chuckle from this huge man. 

“Ah honey, you’re already awake? Here I thought I could honour you with breakfast in bed! It will be for another time, okay?”  

“It’s fine, there will be other occasions for you to do that!”

You kiss his back, this results in an inaudible noise from him and you leave him there. He follows up from that with “It will be ready in a few minutes, just sit at the table.” 

From what you felt and heard, he visibly has a sensitive back to react like that. You will use that to your advantage. You leave him behind the stove where he is finishing that task and sit down on the table that is already set. The only thing missing from it is food. He did say it wouldn’t take long. You patiently wait for him to serve the second meal you’re sharing with him, this is his third one with you. ( 😉)

He serves breakfast and what he cooked looks really good. There’s salmon, spinach, two bread slices, a bowl of fruit salad, black coffee and homemade orange juice to start the day and yes he did cook all of this with spices (folks that don’t cook with spices I’m looking right at you 🤨 ). You’re greedily eyeing all of this good stuff, you can’t wait to taste this! Your stomach is also showing its impatience.

“Do you like it?” 

“Yes, it’s appetising to get this much food early. I don’t cook for myself in the morning because I’m often running late but if it’s you doing it for me, I could get used to it!” and you wink at him. He exclaims “I am flattered to hear such compliments from you. It is my pleasure!”

You finished your meal and there you had a great idea to thank him for what he prepared. It was genuinely tasty and for you a simple thank you did not seem enough. So, you get up from the table and head towards the refrigerator. You open it, seeing a few contents and there is a spray whipped cream can. You take it out of the fridge, put it on the table and this draws attention from Leonard. 

He declares “What is that for? Do you need something sweet? Would you like me to cook it for you, sweetie?” 

You answer “Don’t worry about me, you don’t need to prepare food for me yet. I was wondering if you had maple syrup and where could it be?” 

He adds “Ahh, you have a sweet tooth like that I’ll make some dessert later. Maple syrup is in the kitchen cabinet near the fridge above the kitchen aid appliance.” 

Finally, you have both ingredients that you need to thank him now you need to muster up a little bit of courage to do it. You let him finish his meal and then you start walking slowly towards him. He isn’t a dim person, he already picked up on something you want to tell him but he will let you do it with a lil’ help maybe. “Baby”, he says “is there something bothering you? Can I help you out with it?” he expresses. You respond “I would like to thank you for everything you have done so far. I am not used to being treated like this but I think that I am a lucky girl.” He smiles, gosh you can’t believe this dude is your man!?! Sometimes, you deadass gotta do a reality check to see if you’re not daydreaming. But you’re spacing out again, huh. “Precious”, he discloses “ I am highly pleased to be able to make you feel this way. It makes me proud to hear you’re being treated like the queen you are. And” he makes you sit on his lap “What is your way of thanking me because it sounds like you want to do something else than just saying it, my dirty girl!” he declares.

 He has a point you do want to suck him off. He's been such a gentleman and he also hasn't gotten off in that way. You're going to make him lose his shit for this. You look at him and say “This Time” while kissing his neck “let me take care of you, just sit black relax and let me do the work.” He responds “Okay ma'am, your wish is my command!” You start with a slow trail of kisses from his face to his neck then insisting on his collarbone. He's not making much noise yet but you know he will later 🤫. You sit yourself right on top of his manhood and let him rest his hands on your waist. Sometimes, his hands do grip your backside a bit harder specifically when you are french kissing him. It's messy, needy, carnal and not enough because you still want more. You're so turned on that you start dry humping his visible bulge and it does feel extremely good but it isn't what you want to do. You stop rocking your hips back and forth on top of him and he also is a little disappointed by the sudden pause. “Why did you cease to move?” He says. You reassure him “Well it is now that I am going to properly thank you.” He is perpexled, he doesn't know what you mean but when you get on your knees in front of his crotch he does get what is going to happen. “Do I deserve this?” He questions. You tell him “You do and so much more but let me do this for the moment” You get really close to his manhood and pull down his grey sweatpants with his help. He's not huge, he's got a good girth, curve and you're pretty sure he knows how to work it. Hair down there is trimmed hum bonus point. And it looks ✨ so beautiful✨. You start slow with his semi hard dick in your hand, you pump it a few times all the while making eye contact. There is a light blush on his cheeks and his breathing has quickened but he looks delightful as always.  

Come on I can do this, you tell yourself as you mentally prepare to engulf his shaft in your warm cavern. You have maple syrup and a can of spray whipped cream to help you blow his mind. First, you lick his sensitive head a few times whilst stroking his length as you eagerly watch his reaction. His eyes are closed for the moment but he is biting his lip, that’s a good sign. You keep going for a few minutes, he eventually opens his eyes and his pupils are blown wide. It’s a little scary at first but it probably is the effect arousal has upon his body. You smile and ask him

“Is everything okay?” 

He hasn’t answered yet, is he doing well? You feel concerned, should you maybe stop what you’re doing? Then, you hear him utter 

“Ffu-ck, don’t stop, it feels so good”. 

Hmm, you have an articulate response about how you’re making him feel. Now onto the real deal, you massage his balls while keeping the same ministrations from earlier and you demand the following 

“Honey, close your eyes.” 

He replies “I will dear” And there you have now you can ultimately put your wicked plan to execution. You let go of his penis and grab the maple syrup bottle, uncap it and drizzle a little over his manhood. You don’t miss the hitch in his breath as well as the question that follows up “What was that?” he questions. You simply tell him “That’s part of my surprise for you now, wouldn’t you be a big boy and stop questioning me, huh?” to which he whispers a “ Yes ma’am.” 

“Good boy” 

This praise goes straight to his cock. You lick his tip slowly, circle it with your tongue. It’s going better than you had anticipated it. You gradually take him into your mouth, bobbing your head back and forth all the while you keep eye contact with him. He’s enjoying it so much, you also noticed that he is trying so hard not to thrust into your mouth. His fists are clenched, his heavy pants, you hear him say “Damn it, if you keep that up I will come.”  in between his heaved breaths. It overwhelms you a little because now you grasp how much his voice affects you. Your underwear is soaked, you know that as soon as he comes you’ll have to excuse yourself to tend to your needs. You grab the spray can and shake it before you use it.

“Honey, you can now open your eyes.”

He has his eyes set on you, he finds that you look really good on your knees servicing him this way. It almost feels like a dream.

“Leo, tell me when you are going to come.”

He nods to signal you he heard what you said. You keep swallowing his length but now you also play with your bud because you really need it. It feels so good to be this nasty with him. The copious amount of drool, precum leaks from the corners of your mouth. It drips onto your dress but you don’t care. This is only about him, your pleasure at this moment does not matter. All sorts of wicked fantasies for him, even the most questionable ones.  You let go of his shaft and start pumping it with your hand. 

“You’re such a gentleman Leo, I think you deserve the best.”

“Th-aahh thank you, honey. I’m quite close”

“Ah, okay”

He observes your every move, the way you grabbed the spray can, how decorated his tip and also how joined your hands before you took him in your mouth again. 

“Thank you for the meal!”

This time, you make the most obscene noises when you’re sucking him off. It feels so good, he thinks he could possibly go to heaven this way he wouldn’t mind it. 

Then he shoots his load down your throat and you swear compared to all those times you gave someone head, this is the top tier come you have ever tasted. No wonder why he looks like that. Before you swallow it, you make sure that he is looking at you and you plunge your fingers inside your mouth, coating them nice and smooth. You lean back on your elbows in front of him, spread your legs, hike your dress up.You use your other hand to slide your panties to the side and smear that mixture on your kitty. You swallow it. He is so enthralled by the way your fingers go over your bud, that indecent squelch when you finger your cunny. You got him right where you want him.

“Thank you for the treat daddy, you know what you put in that body!” and you playfully wink at him.

With a full stomach (yep I had to), you take Leo’s hand and lead him to the couch. You push him onto the surface which leaves him startled but you just want to cuddle. So, you straddle his lap and sit on him. 

“Let’s just stay just like this for a bit. I enjoy quality time this way a little more.”

“It's fine by me honey, whatever you desire”

Leonard put on some bossa nova on his speakers and you two stayed there. Just in your bubble. You hugged him tightly, kissed his neck juncture and sometimes bit it. That made him laugh a little

“What little vixen you are, didn’t you say you wanted to cuddle?”

You lift your face from the spot you were kissing and smile back at him. 

“I am not doing anything, just cuddling right?” 

His big hands caressed your back, your legs, your backside. Ocasionally he groped it and it made you feel good but you didn’t want to get worked up and have sex now. You just need a bit of comfort in his embrace. He kissed your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your jaw, your shoulder, your collarbone. You crumble under his touch, you also want to kiss him but he doesn’t let you do it.

“Uh, uh, uh, honey. You have already done enough. Let me worship this gorgeous body of yours.”

He places wet kisses on your neck, leaves some hickeys, every now and then lightly biting your boobs. It felt really good to be in his arms like this protected, cherished and loved. You wished you could stay here the whole day but you know damn well that is not possible. 

After that lovey dovey moment, Leonard was tidying up the kitchen, put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher and you had nothing better to do since he refused your help. You went to your room, you needed to contact your friends. You get your phone from your purse and look and decide to give them a call, this way you knew they wouldn’t refuse. Plus, you had all agreed that this was where you would keep them updated instead of texting them. 

You: Wassup!!

The collective :Wassup!!

Marjorie: Guurl!! What happened? I thought you deadass decided to ghost us after you found him.

Theresa: Yeah same I know Y/n hella territorial 

Bianca: Nah I think she way too whipped but we gotta let her spill the tea, right

The collective: Okurrr

You: So, we went to a super fancy place

The collective: uhm 

Ate super well. He’s so hot! I’ll keep him for myself but you’ll meet him in due time I promise

Theresa: Liar

Bianca: Same 

Marjorie: You not finna share. We know you, we ain’t gon bite though

You: He had a sugar baby contract you know in case I didn’t want to do some stuff 

Bianca: Ooh, tell me more

Marjorie: Yes I'm interested

Theresa: Contract hold up sis, wait a damn minute. You mean to tell me you are working?!

You: No, not at all. It’s not like that

Marjorie: Then explain

You: Would you let me 

Bianca and Theresa :She got a point sis

You: The contract stipulates things here and there for instance: if I don’t want to have sex with him, we can put it on the contract because it is a mutual agreement.

The collective: Ah, I get it .That’s clever

Bianca: I'm curious y/n. I want to know what he looks like. We all root for you but if you ever come back to us not being able to properly walk after spending some ‘quality time’ with your man. We won’t ask any questions.

Theresa: I’m with Bia on this one. 

Marjorie is cackcling on her screen because she can’t believe what she has heard. As she steadies her breath she decides to talk

Marjorie: y’all better leave y/n alone. When she wants to show him, she will. I know she can handle anything that comes her way. But I gotta leave y’all, I have to go to the gym so see ya. Y/n don’t let him break you, I mean it. Bye bitches, stay bad!!

Bianca: Bye Rie, I also have to leave y’all in a bit. Have to get ready for this much needed dick appointment with my boo because work has been kicking my ass.

Theresa: See ya Rie, I have time on my watch I can stay. Y/n I’m here to tell you something important about your man please don’t leave before I let you know.

Bianca probably didn’t hear what Theresa said. Theresa is a special friend that you have, you can rely on her for pretty much everything. But, her psychic powers, more specifically her knowing how you are going to learn some things a few years, months, weeks, days, hours or even minutes before you do still does petrify you. She means no harm, she has already explained to you that she didn’t trust this back when she was a teenager.

Bianca leaves the call with a joyful bye and now you’re left with a dreadful silence before you decide to speak up.

You: Go ahead Theresa, I am ready to hear what you’re going to say.

Theresa: No, you’re not! First of all, I need you to sit down and to show it to me.

You execute what she said. You know you cannot lie to Theresa.

You: I’m listening.

Theresa: There’s a kid he deeply cares about. Your man. I am not saying he already has a kid but you can never be too careful. Take care.

You: You too, see ya.

And you end the call. You don’t really know what to think about it but it would be better if you do not jump to conclusions right. You forget a little about it, to keep your mind entertained you leave your phone on your bedside table and quit your room.

You decided to wander through his house and ended up in his bedroom. You found it a bit weird that you didn’t see a closet. But a door that was situated on the left side of his bed seemed to be where his clothes were. You approached that room, opened the door and there you had it: a walk-in closet that was fairly big. 

The upper row of clothes consisted mainly of button up shirts and the lower one of pants. There were some ties in some drawers with exuberant pigment. All this attire was organised by shade from the warmest tones to the coldest ones. That is peak organisation, not even your wardrobe looks like this. Maybe you think asking him to help you out with yours would be a great idea. This looks so refreshing! You go ahead and lightly graze some button up shirts to feel what kind of material they are made from. They look extremely velvety to touch so you have to know what kind of fabric it is. You search for clothing labels while sometimes you can guess the type of fabric just by touching it. There are some silk shirts, others are satin ones. He also has cotton, velvet, cotton linen and silk satin. There is this lilac one that piques your interest. You get your hands on it plus it smells exactly like him, just how good he smelled yesterday. 

Leonard checked up on you before he started working roughly about 10:30 am. He saw that you were really appreciating the vast assortment of clothing he had and that you also were trying those you liked too. He thought that the one you chose looked lovely on you, he wished he was there holding you in his arms. No, he is just watching and he has some paperwork to do, emails to check and has to call a few people. So, for this present moment he’ll just admire his enthralling lady from afar. He does this for a little bit and leaves you by yourself all the while you haven’t noticed that he was present. You go to some other set of drawers and there he has socks. Another drawer is full of belts that are mostly black. He surely does like this colour best, you think. Surprisingly, they are also colour coordinated. The pattern for his underwear is the same. It’s amusing to see a lot of organisation in someone else’s closet. But you definitely are going to implement some things you saw here into yours.

In the centre of this room, there are his main accessories such as his gold chains, watches, rings, sunglasses and remarkably there is also a huge collection of satin bonnets, hair ties and headbands. Darn it, this man knows his stuff! You were thinking that it was a mere coincidence you had slept with one covering your precious hair but no, you were wrong. He really is something else, huh?! You ditch your dress for his lilac button up shirt, it’s not that your dress is uncomfortable. It just feels good to wear something that strongly bears Leo’s scent, it makes you feel safe. It’s odd, you are here with him, in his flat yet you need something that physically reminds you of mind. You wonder if you aren’t feeling a little needy for his touch already. 

You know this shirt would look great with some strappy sandals and an imposing watch, maybee that you’ll snatch this one or simply ask to borrow it then give it back. 

The day went by quite well, you didn’t do much today. You decided to take it easy and forget a little about the outside world. Leo on the other hand was really busy with work ever since you both had shared breakfast together he had not quit his office and was constantly receiving phone calls. It didn’t bother you at first, that’s what you had told yourself but soon enough you were growing frustrated with how long his office hours could be. He had begun around 11 am and it was already 2 pm like are we going to eat together at least? That’s one of the main things occupying your mind right now. So, you do one of the things you know how to do best: eavesdrop that is. You carefully place your head on the door and listen to every single bit your significant other is talking about with that other person. At first, you don’t hear much but soon enough a name comes clear. 

“Aura! How are you, my dear? Long time no see!” 

You want to scream right now!! Who is Aura? Why is he talking to her like that? Huuhhhh, we did have a mutual agreement about this type of thing, where did you go wrong? But all that questioning is soon put at bay when he asks her the following: 

“How is my son doing? Has he become a handsome ladies man?” 

My son? How is he? A ladies man? Are you hearing something else other than what is currently being said? He owes you an explanation. You keep listening to what they have to say, they talk about a lot of things. You can’t believe what you’re hearing so much so that when you step back you hit the bookshelf that is in the corridor and Leo does not miss that noise. So he walks to the door to check what happened. 

You start panicking, you tell him that it is nothing that you only stubbed your pinky toe and you’ll be fine. He asks you if you need his help, you tell him no. You’re a big girl after all you can handle it. He goes back inside and you go behind the door.

By the way they talk to each other you understand one thing. It has been years since these two have known each other, the heart felt laughs and easiness is there. You quit your eavesdropping session and decide to get a cup of chamomile tea, you have to calm yourself first before you decide to talk to him. 

Is he already a father? Why hasn’t he informed you about it yet? Was it maybe because it could potentially have ruined his chance of getting a sugar baby? Are you a fool? There are too many questions emerging in your head, all doubt will be cleared out once you talk about it. You just have to make sure you discuss this matter as if you were not being nosy earlier.

Chapter 1 of After all, it's not bad idea to get a Sugar Daddy

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a nightmare or two can’t keep me from you (part two)

aos!leonard mccoy x female!reader, who’s a nurse on the starship enterprise.

word count: 4351

rating: mature, for nightmares and hurt/comfort

part three of more than a game, you and me.

After giving you some much-needed support (and a lot of love), it’s time for you to return the favor. 

The rest of the day was spent in the same fashion. Dozing, waking up. Leonard was always close, at the very least in the room. Most of the time, when you woke up after your hour-long-naps he was napping himself, or close enough that when your eyes opened his fingers were immediately in your hair, running through it, catching in the kinks.

And… no nightmares.

No matter how many times you fell asleep, or woke up, or lingered in bed, there were no terrors that jolted you awake. Nothing that scared the shit out of you enough to settle into your subconscious.

Just sleep. Sleep and Leonard and a lazy day, culminating in your fingers grazing over his scar, staring at the place where his wounds had been. You were straddling his hips, and the whole time he just stared up at you, blinking a few times as you lingered over the spot.

“I have nightmares about it, too,” he told you, and your eyes flickered up from his abdomen. It was a slow crawl up his body, up from the jut of his hips and along the faint scarring that remained. Eventually, your eyes met his, and the corners of his lips quirked up with amusement, before his signature furrowed brow appeared.

“The pain was a good chunk of ‘em. The burning of the stomach wound, my leg, of course, but. More than anything it’s the fear.” His voice was tight, and you realized with a start the shine of his eyes wasn’t from the gentle glow of the lights above head. “The fear of… that whole moment. It gets broken down, and I see… you, and I see Jim, and the whole damn crew mournin’ me. Sometimes you’re not – sometimes I see your anger, the way we left things off and the only thing left of us is silence. I see my body. Left behind. Shot into space. Whatever.”

His breath caught, and before you thought about it your hands were cupping his face, stroking over the hint of scruff from his day lounging with you, thumbs over his cheeks.

“But when I wake up, I think about you, and… the fact that right now, we’ve got each other. And though the nightmares don’t stop, they started fadin’, and now. In between there’s so much good that the bad doesn’t matter anymore.”

“Leonard,” you got out, and a warm hand moved to settle on your hips calloused fingers against your skin. They settled under the sweatshirt you wore, stroking back and forth.

“Y/N, I know it’s – I know there’s a lot in that brilliant brain of yours, but. Know that whatever’s fillin’ it, whatever you’re thinkin’ about? I want to listen.” His voice was fierce, and when your thumb moved against his cheek again, his free hand reached for it, gripping it tight. “You can trust me. Okay?”

And when you nodded, falling forward to rest your head against his chest, you believed him.

Eventually, the next day came, which gave you both plenty to think about, and after a full 36 hours in Leonard’s quarters with him, plenty of sudden alone time.

Your nightmares had scared you. That’s why you hadn’t said anything, not really. It’d been a few months since the incident had even happened, and you felt like you had no right to have nightmares about something that hadn’t been your problem. It was Leonard’s trauma. It was Leonard’s horror story.

Add onto the fact that the two of you had been, well, thriving. The two of you were truly partners, now, with pseudo-dates on observation decks and the dining hall as well as nights in. Nights with nightmares were the low point, among so many highs.

And so you had gone to shifts, exhausted, but pushing through. Until the end hadn’t come. No matter what you tried, no matter how long or how deep or how well you were determined to sleep… all you saw was Leonard dying.

Over. And over. And over.

And so your hands started shaking, your eyes could barely stay open, which led to Christine finding out, which led to Leonard finding out about it, something you specifically hadn’t wanted to happen.

But what had Leonard done? Nothing but gentleness, support, and the best head massages you’d ever gotten.

And love. There was that, too.

When you arrived back in your quarters, it was for fresh clothes that weren’t wrinkled from being on Leonard’s floor. But when you got there, the sight of your own bed made your stomach churn. Perfectly made, undisturbed, but the thought of sleeping there was… more than unappealing.

For one thing, the last time you’d slept in that bed, you’d had a nightmare. For another… you wouldn’t wake up next to Leonard. And that was enough to have your heart pound.

“Oh, god,” you said with a groan. “I’m in love with the man.”

In love. You were in love with him. The kind of distinction that middle schooler would make, but it was the only one that made sense, the only one that accounted for the feeling of dread of being back to bed alone. It was more than the loss of touch, more than the need for sex or affection. It was… something bigger.

You weren’t clingy, either. No matter how short the time felt between that first time in the sickbay and now, you just knew. It was love.

No one else could get to you like he could. Not Christine or anyone else on that damn starship. He pushed your buttons. He made you laugh. He fucked you until your thighs shook. He hugged you so tight you couldn’t think about anything else, and he kissed you until you were breathless. He scowled and snapped and smiled and smirked and all you were helpless to it.

You couldn’t imagine your life without him.

You wouldn’t. You refused to.

With a soft sigh, you looked around the place, the quarters you called your own, and with a shake of your head you moved to the bed, sitting down with heavy sigh.

Well. If Leonard wanted to know what was inside that head of yours… he’d get it.  

-

Of course, trying to figure out the perfect time to say it didn’t come easily. Or really, come at all.

The next few days were a shitshow, prepping. Docking at a station, there was a required Federation inspections and resupply of the ship over a week, nothing more than a pit stop that left the whole crew scrambling to look good. You and Leonard didn’t do much together, couldn’t do much. Everyone had their jobs to do and while the Enterprise was a fantastic vessel, there was a lot that Captain Kirk let his crew do simply because he trusted each of them to do whatever they needed in order to work effectively and efficiently. So, you saw each other occasionally, kissed in hallways or when you took lunches and dinners, offered lone smiles across the biobed, but by the time the day ended exhaustion barely covered it.

You did end up staying in his room, though. More often than not, the two of you ended up walking towards the same quarters, his hand on the small of your back. It became a routine in the madness, and your nightmares faded with the close proximity, the feeling of him holding you from behind as you slept. (You still argued you didn’t snore, but you refused to listen or watch any computer evidence that would prove otherwise.)

That morning, when inspections began, still too damn early, your hands were holding two cups of coffee when you walked into the sickbay, and Leonard was there yelling at three men in gray uniforms who looked like they were about to piss themselves.

“You idiots know what sterile means? It means that if you touch it, it’s useless to me!” he snapped, his jaw clenched as he got up in the faces of the one closest to the front.

“It – it was an accident, the box just dropped.” One of them stammered it out, but Leonard just scoffed, shaking his head.

“If the plastic snaps,” he sounded out, slowly, grinding his teeth, “it is exposed to the environment and I cannot and will not treat patients with it!”

His voice echoed off of the place, and everyone seemed to be staring – the other nurses, some others in blue who were helping unloading. Everything was at a standstill, except Leonard. One hand on his hip, one gesturing up to the sky in disbelief before it dropped to his side.

The whole scene gave you a small smile, and slowly you sidled up to him, offering one of the cups of coffee, watching him until he reached for it. When he did, you looked at the grey uniforms, smiling gently at them and reaching to direct the towards the door. “I think we got it from here, boys. Thanks for your help.”

They filed out, and you slowly watched them go. When you turned back to the room, everyone seemed to have settled on their tasks, the blue shirts taking over stocking the shelves, the nurses smiling to themselves as you walked to the CMO. Leonard just stood there, nursing the coffee, and you reached up to place a hand on his arm.

“Why don’t we take a walk?”

The two of you moved out of the sickbay, walking a little way down the hall so that no one in the sick bay could overhear. The hallways were busy, but most people had their own problems, leaving the two of you somewhat private.

“Leonard, it’s the first day of a long week,” you murmured to him, stroking his arm up and down. “Don’t you think making a few guys just trying to do their jobs shit themselves is a little overkill?”

His lips quirked up a little bit, but when he looked at you there was still tension in his features, in the way he held his shoulders. “I hate these days,” he muttered, and you reached up to cup his cheek with your hand. “Makes me feel like a med student all over again.”

“But you’re not,” you whispered, and you glanced around before leaning up to cup his cheek, something more than the two of you were used to doing in public. Even though everyone knew about you guys, you still wanted to keep it on the downlow, especially at work. “You’re the chief medical officer of the starship Enterprise, the best damn ship in any system. No one doubts you. You don’t have to prove yourself to anyone. Okay?”

If you squinted, you thought you could make out the faintest hints of a blush, maybe from the praise, maybe from the kiss in public. But, either way, he kissed you back, gently on the lips, before pulling back and gently tapping your nose with his index finger.

You could say it. Right then and there, while your lips still hummed with the contact. While you stared up at him, your gaze meeting his. His face had gone stoic again, but you could see that his guard was back down.

You could just say it.

“Don’t go too far, Y/N,” he said, before turning back towards the sickbay.

You were shocked into a scoff, the moment lost, the instant gone. “You do know I work with you, right?”

He waved over his shoulder, and when he turned the corner you sighed, crossing your arms over your chest, thinking about how many more times you would blow it.

The week continued. Every day, grey uniforms blurred together and a couple of admirals came aboard, led by Captain Kirk and Commander Spock through the space floor by floor. There didn’t seem to be any reason to worry about citations, Scotty had told you, after his deck had been scrubbed over.

“Everything was clean as a whistle,” he bragged, pulling his shoulders back, leaning back in his chair. “A couple of them commented on my adjustments to the warp engines, but I just informed them that with these tactics the Enterprise would be flying faster than any ship in the whole system.”

“Yeah, well, we get them up in Medical tomorrow,” you sighed, rolling your eyes. Your meal was done, barely touched as you felt your knee bounce up and down. “Leonard’s just been inching closer and closer to the breaking point since this week started. Not much I can do to calm him down when he gets riled up besides just let him breathe.”  

“Well, I get it!” Scotty stood from his chair with a start, reaching up to scratch at his head before grabbing his plate. The hall was clearing out of the last rotation, a new flood of crew ready for chow coming in.  “I mean, the Enterprise is my lady, y’know? If someone came down and told me I was doing a bad job with her? I’d be devastated. I’m sure Dr. McCoy is feeling the same way.”

“Yeah, and extremely, extremely stressed,” you sighed. You pushed around the food a little bit more, but eventually just stood with him, walking towards disposal. “I’m just ready for the stress of this all to go away.”

“Aw, don’t worry, lass,” Scotty said with a smirk, taking your plate from you. “I think you’ll all be just fine. Just give it time, be there for him. It’ll work out the way it’s supposed to.”

-

The bed jerked suddenly, making your eyes flutter open as the blankets you had tangled around you pulled at your skin. You managed a groan of complaint, but the sharp words that almost left you got caught in your throat when you saw the man next to you was sitting up straight.

“Leonard,” you mumbled, rubbing at your eyes, the daze from sleep leaving you when you realized that he was panting, breathing so fast you could barely count them. “Whoa, whoa, Leonard, what’s going on?”

“Y/N,” he mumbled, and his hands reached up to rub at his eyes. Both of them, at once, frantically wiping away what they could before he turned to look at you. His gaze was… bleary, like he was barely seeing you, and your hands reached out to him before you could think.

“Leonard, it’s me,” you whispered. His gaze didn’t meet your eyes, just slowly moved back to his hands, which had fallen to his lap. You reached to grab one, interlocking your fingers, and the man just shuddered, his free hand once again lifting to rub at his eyes.

“You’re… you’re here?” he asked, voice trembling, and you immediately moved to your knees, edging closer so that you could wrap your arms around his back. Skin to skin, your free hand rubbing circles on his arm. “You’re still here?”

“Yeah, Leonard,” you whispered, pressing kisses to his cheek, his hairline. “I’m here.” Slowly, your fingers trailed over his shoulder, before squeezing his arm. “You want to talk about it?”

He didn’t speak for a moment, and you waited, watching. His eyes squeezed shut with the memories, but as your fingers kept moving over his skin his tension leaked out of him, exhaustion taking over. His shoulder dropped from their defensive position, and his eyes lifted again to look at you.

“It was… it was the ambush,” he whispered. “But. But you were down there. Instead of me.”

Your throat closed up, and you bit your lower lip so you didn’t make a sound, just kept rubbing his shoulder and moved to let your fingers run over his back, slow circles doing their best to press on.

“It was like it was on-screen,” he murmured. “On the bridge. Watching you. Watching you get hurt, and… and fall to the ground. And I was on the ship, and Jim down there with you, and I couldn’t… I couldn’t do a damn thing. I was stuck in fuckin’ space, while you –“ His voice couldn’t go on anymore, and you were glad for that mercy, letting your embrace around him tighten into a hug, your lips pressing firm kisses into his hair.

There was silence. There had to be. Your grip didn’t lessen, and his breaths came out ragged, and the two of you held there, for that moment, fearful. Pained. Mourning, almost.

But slowly, steadily, you moved back to sit, cross-legged on the bed, and ever so gently your fingers moved to his hair, combing through it, smoothing it back. The movement made his eyelids droop, and your hands slowly brought him to your lap, letting his head rest there, on your thigh.

“Leonard,” you whispered, when the quiet was too much, or rather, just enough. “I love you, you know that? And you… you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

His silence was deafening, but you forced yourself to push on, fingers continually pushing through his hair, eyes turning down to watch as a hand of his rested on your knee.

“I love you. I love everything about you. I love your highs and your lows, I love your gentle hands and your incredible hair and your little smirk you get when I do something that makes you want to kiss me. I love your voice and your head massages and… and everything. I love you. And… and god, no matter what happens to me? To us. It’ll always be worth it. Knowing I met you, and get to love you.”

A short gasp left him, and you felt something wet trickle down your thigh, but you didn’t think, just tilted his head until he could look at you, and your eyes could meet. A hand lifted, a thumb reaching down to wipe his cheek, push the tears away.

“I’m alive, Leonard,” you reminded him. Urged him, as you leaned down to kiss his temple. “I’m here. And I’m gonna be here, all right? Unless they drag me off of this damn ship.”

His eyes widened a bit, but before he could stop himself, he nodded. Quick dip of his chin. And you leaned down to kiss him, both hands on his cheeks, before he could think anything more of you being gone.

“Sleep, darlin’,” you whispered, adding a bit of a tinge of a drawl to pull a hint of a smile from him. “And I’ll be here when you wake up.”

-

The next morning, when Leonard woke up to his alarm, you were brushing your teeth in the bathroom. You knew he was awake when you heard his groan, signature to his favorite pastime – opening his eyes before 7:00 AM.

You poked your head out of the bathroom to look at him, quickly finishing up and spitting out the suds, rinsing your mouth. Your mind briefly turned to the night before, your eyes closing as you thought about what you said, how much you meant it. But Leonard didn’t deserve doubts now. You meant every word, and… well. You’d let it stand.

You poked your head out of the bathroom to check on him, before wiping your face and moving to the bed. His face was still down in the pillow, and you smiled gently before reaching to turn off the alarm.

“Hey, Leonard,” you whispered. “I know it’s shitty, but. It’s time to go to work.”

His response was another groan, but it was more questioning than pure complaint. You smiled, before leaning down to kiss his neck, down his back, on some of your favorite freckles.

“You know it’s time to get up,” you told him, a hand reaching to ruffle his hair before you stood up again. One of your uniforms was hanging in his closet, and you moved to get it, reaching to pull your sleepshirt over your head.

As you tossed your shirt side you couldn’t help but shiver, and you heard Leonard shifting in the bed. “And a view like that is supposed to help me get out of bed?” His voice was low, roughened, and you smiled, but didn’t turn around, instead reaching for your uniform and walking towards the bed.

“Don’t tease me, doctor,” you said, one hand on your hips, the other holding the hanger. You watched his eyes scan you, watched them linger over your breasts and trace your form downwards before flicking back up to meet your eyes. “Big day today, no time for it.”

“Who says I need to tease?” he asked, voice nonchalant. He sat up, reaching for you, and with a sigh you moved towards him, trying to repress a smile and failing miserably as he pulled you into his lap.

“It’s half the fun, my favorite chief medical officer,” you pointed out, and his groan this time was pressed into your skin, lips trailing over your collarbone down between your breasts, but you let out a small ‘tsk,’ gently untangling yourself even as your skin erupted into goosebumps. “And we don’t have time for fun. We have work to do today.”

And he knew that. He did. But you watched as he instead leaned down to kiss your skin again, right over your heart.

His eyes glanced back up at you, and this time you didn’t let him press against you, brow furrowing as a hand reached for his chin, tilted his gaze upward.

“Hey,” you whispered. “You all right?”

For a moment, you saw a flicker of what you saw last night – the fear settling like a shadow across his features, his tight swallow more signature than anything you’d seen before. With a small smile, you leaned down to peck his lips, before pulling him into a hug.

Just a hug, nothing more, but nothing less. For a moment he didn’t reciprocate it, but then you felt his arms move to wrap around you, fingers digging into your back as he took a moment to breathe.

“I’m here,” you told him again, urged him to hear. “I told you I would be.”

“I know, Y/N, I know,” he whispered. “I just. I’m glad to see it. See you.”

Your throat closed up, but you just nodded, and even though the minutes were ticking down, you both soaked up the touch. Needing it. Craving it.

-

Of course, the day had to continue. The two of you dressed without any fun to be had, even though when the emotion settled, he was sure to give you a few more once-overs anytime you glanced over to him.

“It’s my uniform,” you scoffed, sliding your shoes on with an eye roll.

“And you wear it incredibly well,” he argued, raising a brow. “Don’t tell me you don’t know it, either.”

“Oh, I do,” you laughed, standing up and smoothing down the white skirt, moving over to kiss him on the cheek before moving to the bathroom to do your hair.

In the end, the med bay of the starship Enterprise passed with flying colors. Leonard (and Christine, the recently promoted Head Nurse of the vessel) wouldn’t have settled for anything less, and the admiral who conducted the look shook his hand with such vigor that you knew a couple of people would be getting firm commendations. As soon as the admiral left, of course, everyone let out a deep sigh of relief, and Christine and Leonard both agreed that the whole team deserved a day off.

“We’re docked right now, aren’t we?” he pointed out. “If anyone has a problem, they can go to the med bay on the station. Dismissed… and good work.”

It was the highest compliment, to be sure, and eventually, everyone had filed out, with only you and Leonard lingering behind. And as soon as Christine left, with a handshake and a hug between the two of you, you rushed forward to wrap the doctor in a tight hug. He reciprocated firmly, almost collapsing into you, but you held him up, fingers curling into his blue shirt.

“I’m proud of you, okay?” you whispered when you pulled back, both hands reaching up to cup his cheeks. “I’m so, so proud.”

Leonard’s eyes closed, tightly, and he leaned into your fingers, turning his face to kiss your palm. “I couldn’t have done it without you. Without the whole team, you know that.”

“I know,” you agreed, before pulling your hand away to gently stroke his forehead, pushing his hair back. “And don’t you forget it. But you deserve a little bit of a credit, too.”

“A little bit.” Leonard’s smirk showed up, turned into a smile as he reached up to grab your hand, holding it in both of his, squeezing it. “And now, I think I deserve a bit of a nap. You mind if Dr. M’Benga takes over the rest of my shift?”

“You’re asking me if I mind?” you laughed, shaking your head. “I think you deserve sleep just as much as you deserve credit. A lot more.” With a smile, you let go of his hand, a final squeeze as you turned to the desk. “Go sleep. I’ll handle the cleanup, Christine can work with M’Benga to finish out the day.”

“Y/N.”  

You turned back to face him, blindsided by the way he grabbed you. Firm around the waist, spinning you towards him so he could kiss you. It was dramatic, romantic – whatever it was, it made your eyes widen in shock before closing in bliss.

He almost dipped you, too, one hand on the back of your head to hold you, the other wrapped around your waist. Both of your arms lifted to cross behind his neck, and when he pulled back, it was to breathe, his forehead pressing against yours.

“What was that for?” you asked, blinking a few times, grinning from ear to ear.

Leonard just chuckled, biting his lower lip before his eyes met yours, eyes brighter and deeper than you’d ever seen them. “You really think I was gonna let you sneak away without telling you I love you, too?”

Well. If that didn’t deserve another kiss… what did?

#reader-insert #leonard mccoy x reader #bones x reader #female!reader #leonard mccoy #bones #christine chapel #my fic #fanfic #star trek: aos

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AO3 stats project: tags

In this post, we'll discuss tags on the Archive of Our Own! Please note: because the works on the Archive include explicit material, some of the tags discussed in this post may not be appropriate for your workplace.

The Data | Basic Questions | Fandoms | Tags | Correlations | Kudos | Fun Stuff Thanks to @eloiserummaging for beta reading these posts; any remaining errors are my own.  A Python notebook showing the code I used to make these plots can be found here.

The Archive of Our Own has one of the best tagging systems around. You can read more about it here, here, here, or here. For our purposes, the important part is that users can tag their works however they want, and then a group of people called "tag wranglers" sort those tags, either adding them as synonyms of existing tags or creating new canonical versions for them. What I'll be showing here is the "canonical" version of the tags. For example, a work tagged "flufffffff" or "so fluffy!" would have those two tags assigned to the canonical tag "Fluff", so I will consider both of those tags as being "Fluff" to get the most accurate count.

The other important thing about AO3 tags is that they come in four flavors. The first one is "warnings", the content warnings required by the Archive (plus the default tag indicating you're abstaining from the warnings system). The second flavor is "Characters", tags describing the characters in the work. The third is "Relationships", tags describing the platonic or romantic relationships depicted in the work--typically, "X/Y" indicates a romantic and/or sexual relationship between characters X and Y, while "X&Y" means a platonic relationship, although this usage isn't universal and isn't enforced. The final category is "freeform", aka everything else.

Again, the tagging system is freeform and optional. In particular, I'll note that "character" tags and "relationship" tags don't necessarily imply each other: you can have a work tagged "Sherlock Holmes/John Watson" that only features Mycroft Holmes, or that features John and Sherlock but doesn't tag them as characters, only as the relationship. So remember that--while it's pretty good on average, because people tag their works so readers/viewers can find them--the number of uses of a character tag isn't the same as the number of works that feature that character, for example.

Okay! So what are the most popular freeform tags on the Archive? If you read a lot of fanfiction, I doubt you will be surprised by anything on this list. Left column is the top 15 tags by number of uses, while right column is the top 15 tags by the cumulative hit count on every work tagged with that tag.

Are these tags consistently popular over time? For reasons of space, I’ll just plot the top 10 by number of works:

If you look back at the works vs time plot in the second post, you'll see that yes, the shape of these trends is similar to the total number of works, so trends in fannish tastes haven’t changed much over the time the AO3 has been in existence. (These show a little more bumpiness because there are fewer works in each plot.) Some of these have gained a little more recent popularity vs earlier works--smut, fluff, and the two specific alternate universes are a little more weighted towards later times, while humor and general AUs are falling a little behind--but the differences aren’t as large as we saw for fandom trends in the previous post.

I'm sure you're curious about characters and relationships. Here are the top character tags, omitting the catchall character tags of “Original Character(s)”, “Original Male Character(s)”, “Original Female Character(s)”, and “Reader” (all of which would otherwise appear in the top 15). Also, remember this is missing some of the data from 2018 and 2019, as described in the first post, so BTS characters should probably be higher:

And here are the top relationship tags (again, excluding the catchall “Minor or Background Relationship(s)”):

And in particular, here are the top characters of color (excluding works with fictionalized race/ethnicity power systems--um, more than modern-day Western society’s power systems are made up--and characters from Voltron Legendary Defender, since I wasn’t able to find enough information on them):

Park Jimin (BTS)

Min Yoongi | Suga

Jeon Jungkook

Kim Taehyung | V

Kim Namjoon | Rm

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope

Kim Seokjin | Jin

Zayn Malik

Katsuki Yuuri

Sam Wilson (Marvel)

Magnus Bane

Nick Fury

Midoriya Izuku

Bakugou Katsuki

Erica Reyes

And here are the top relationships that are not M/M:

Evil Queen | Regina Mills/Emma Swan

Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak

Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin

Clarke Griffin/Lexa

Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov

Pepper Potts/Tony Stark

Captain Hook | Killian Jones/Emma Swan

Kylo Ren/Rey

Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley

Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper

Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold

Allison Argent/Scott McCall

James Potter/Lily Evans Potter

Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Here are the top ten freeform tags for the top ten fandoms. Different fandoms seem to produce different kinds of fanworks--which you'd expect, based on the variety in the source material.

AU = alternate universe, AU - CD = Alternate universe - canon divergence, AU - C/U = alternate universe - college/university, AU - HS = alternate universe - high school, BJs = blow jobs, ER = established relationship, H/C = hurt/comfort, PWP = plot what plot/porn without plot, RPF = real person fiction, SPN = supernatural.

Finally, for fun, here's the top 200 tags of all kinds, sorted against each other. You can find a lot of fun things on this list. Some of my favorites:

Supernatural is so big, and so focused on so few characters, that Dean Winchester is the sixth most popular tag on the entire AO3.

Clint Barton is way higher than I would have expected.

Sherlock Holmes is slightly less popular than anal sex.

Original female characters are more popular than anal sex.

Similarly, cuddling is more popular than A/B/O.

Harry Styles is less popular than 3/7ths of BTS (at least as of sometime in 2018); Louis Tomlinson barely tops Draco Malfoy.

Alcohol comes between Katsuki Yuuri and Viktor Nikiforov.

Leonard McCoy is below songfic. Please join me in picturing how pissed off he’d be.

The one-two punch of “Spanking” and “I’m Sorry” is pretty amusing.

If I had put up the top 201 tags, 200 and 201 would have been “Flirting” and “Murder”, so Hannibal is almost on this list.

Fluff

Angst

Alternate Universe

Romance

Hurt/Comfort

Dean Winchester

Humor

Established Relationship

Smut

Sam Winchester

Steve Rogers

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Alternate Universe - Modern Setting

Tony Stark

Friendship

Original Female Character(s)

Anal Sex

Drabble

Original Characters

Sherlock Holmes

Fluff And Angst

Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Castiel/Dean Winchester

One Shot

John Watson

Stiles Stilinski

Castiel

Harry Potter

Oral Sex

James "Bucky" Barnes

Natasha Romanov

Blow Jobs

Clint Barton

Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Drama

Derek Hale

Reader

Slow Burn

Original Male Character(s)

Sherlock Holmes/John Watson

First Time

Alternate Universe - College/University

Kissing

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

First Kiss

Angst With A Happy Ending

Light Angst

Violence

Family

Park Jimin (BTS)

Min Yoongi | Suga

Jeon Jungkook

Crossover

Harry Styles

Crack

Friends To Lovers

Love

Fluff And Smut

Kim Taehyung | V

Louis Tomlinson

Other Additional Tags To Be Added

Draco Malfoy

Alternate Universe - High School

Explicit Sexual Content

Masturbation

Hermione Granger

Pining

Bruce Banner

Anal Fingering

Kim Namjoon | RM

Canon Compliant

Thor (Marvel)

Domestic Fluff

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope

Keith (Voltron)

Kim Seokjin | Jin

Depression

Character Death

Sexual Content

Happy Ending

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Canon-Typical Violence

James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Lance (Voltron)

Cuddling & Snuggling

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

Dirty Talk

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD

Post-Canon

Loki (Marvel)

Christmas

Hand Jobs

Scott Mccall

Niall Horan

Sex

Mycroft Holmes

Blood

Shiro (Voltron)

Liam Payne

Rimming

Rough Sex

Zayn Malik

Cute

Original Character(s)

Original Character

Castiel (Supernatural)

Dubious Consent

Phil Coulson

Severus Snape

Ron Weasley

Character Study

Mpreg

Lydia Martin

Explicit Language

Slash

Grief/Mourning

Polyamory

Future Fic

Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Minor Character Death

Greg Lestrade

Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Peter Parker

Mutual Pining

Swearing

Eventual Smut

Sirius Black

Dom/Sub

Pre-Slash

Sad

Love Confessions

Unrequited Love

Alternate Universe - Soulmates

Remus Lupin

Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Falling In Love

Jealousy

Spanking

I'm Sorry

Pepper Potts

Death

Keith/Lance (Voltron)

Spoilers

James T. Kirk

Hunk (Voltron)

Sans (Undertale)

Emma Swan

Gabriel (Supernatural)

Fluff And Humor

Magic

Torture

Alternate Universe - Human

Bruce Wayne

Isaac Lahey

Levi (Shingeki No Kyojin)

Eren Yeager

Clarke Griffin

Self-Harm

Slow Build

Victor Nikiforov

Alcohol

Katsuki Yuuri

Suicidal Thoughts

Implied Sexual Content

BDSM

Nightmares

Canonical Character Death

Action/Adventure

Sam Wilson (Marvel)

Developing Relationship

Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

Bondage

Friendship/Love

Tooth-Rotting Fluff

Dark

Sheriff Stilinski

Mental Health Issues

Allison Argent

Reader-Insert

Slice Of Life

Allura (Voltron)

Kurt Hummel

Getting Together

Kidnapping

Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

Dick Grayson

Merlin (Merlin)

Panic Attacks

Heavy Angst

Comfort

Alec Lightwood

Pre-Canon

Ficlet

Kid Fic

Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir

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Leonard Mccoy

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[firelinphd]

Hello :3 Do you mind to write NSFW story of captain Leonard Burn x female reader?

oh I don’t write for him sry

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[firemedicdiaz]

An Ode to Small Victories

Fandom: Star Trek AOS. Pairing: Leonard McCoy X Female Reader. Prompt: Bones and baking successes for @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse. Word Count: 2508. Warnings: language, nudity, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex. Rating: Adult (18+). Genre: fluff, smut. Summary: the road to hell is paved with good intentions, but victory is even sweeter when you’ve had to overcome some hurdles along the road, especially with Leonard rewarding your efforts. Author’s Note: I sincerely have no idea how this turned into smut.  It was supposed to be all cute and innocent…

“Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck,” you spit as you glare at the latest pan of brownies you’ve just pulled out of the oven.

You set the pan down on the counter and survey the damage.  The edges of the brownies are burnt beyond recognition, and the center of the confection is a wet, sloppy, sunken mess.  You have no idea how it happened given the fact that you followed the instructions down to the letter, but it happened and now you’ve got a lot of cleaning up to do before you can try again.

As you get to work on slopping the brownie mess into the garbage and cleaning the pan, you wonder how you ever got roped into baking over sixteen hundred brownie bites for a local fundraiser. It’s shore leave – you’re supposed to be having fun.  Instead you’re quite literally elbows deep in brownie batter, working harder than you do on the Enterprise on a typical day.

Reigning in your frustration as best you can, you get to work on making another batch of batter and starting over. You hum to yourself as you work, helping the time to pass by faster.  Before long, you’ve got another pan in the oven and you’re cleaning up a little bit so the place doesn’t look like a cocoa bomb went off when Leonard gets home after running errands.

As the kitchen timer goes off, you scurry over to the oven and send up a silent prayer for a better result than last time before you pull open the door.  You let out a squeal of delight when the brownies come out much improved over the first batch and you’re so elated over your success that you fail to hear Leonard come in the front door.

“Hey sugar,” he greets you, coming up behind you and setting his hands on your hips.  “It smells amazing in here.”

You nearly fumble the tray as he speaks, startled by his sudden appearance, and you turn around as you pull off your oven mitts, smacking him playfully in the chest with one of them.

“Leonard Horatio McCoy,” you say sternly. “You scared the living hell out of me.”

“I’m sorry, darlin’,” he murmurs, dipping his head to press a gentle kiss to your neck and another to your shoulder. “Forgive me?”

You roll your eyes.

“You know I’ll do anything you want me to if you keep throwing those darlin’s around,” you tease.

Leonard grins and pulls away, moving around to the other side of the island to survey the tray of brownies.

“Do you need a taste tester?”  He asks, leaning in a little closer to sniff at the treats.

“Don’t even think about it,” you warn him, reaching out to pull the brownie pan closer to you, hissing when its heat scalds your skin a bit.  “I taste-tested the batter and it’s perfect.  You’re just going to have to wait until the very end, and if I have enough, you can have what’s excess.”

He moves around the island and to your side, reaching out to take the hand you’ve just injured.  You let him pull it into the light and examine it briefly, smiling when he finds no permanent damage and instead brings your fingers to his lips.  He kisses the hurt away gently and releases your hand again.

“You’re going to get salmonella eating raw brownie batter,” he says disapprovingly.  “Besides, it tastes better cooked.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes.

“I grew up on raw cookie dough,” you argue.  “Didn’t make me sick even once.  I think I can handle it, Doctor.  Now, make yourself useful; we’ve got a long way to go with these.”

Leonard gives you a reproachful look for a moment but quickly replaces it with an easy smile that makes your heart flutter.  You smile back as you toss him an extra apron before going to start on the next batch of brownies.  

The two of you work in amiable silence for a while, mixing up bowl after bowl of batter, occasionally stopping for a quick kiss or gentle caress while moving past one another.  Soon, the entire house smells like cocoa and you’re both more than a little covered in flour despite your aprons.  You’ve got a few large containers full of brownie bites set aside to cool completely, and another two batches in the oven when you finally decide to pack it in for the night.

“And those two batches in the oven makes six hundred,” Leonard states.  “Not too bad.”

Your jaw drops and you gape at him.

“Not too bad?!”  You screech.  “That’s amazing!  Especially considering the first batch…”

Leonard chuckles softly and joins you at the sink, bumping you playfully out of the way so he can start washing.

“You take it easy, darlin’,” he says. “I’ll take care of this mess and then we can celebrate.”

“We’re just over a third done,” you say wryly.  “What’s to celebrate?”

Leonard laughs as he turns on the taps and splashes you playfully with a few droplets of water.

“Not burning down the house,” he teases. “And making progress.”

You shake your head and can’t help but chuckle.

“Well alright then,” you agree.  “To making progress.”

You wink at him as he turns to focus on washing dishes and you disappear from the kitchen, heading for the bedroom. As you’re changing out of your cocoa powdered clothes, you hear the kitchen timer ding for the last time today and you let out a sigh of relief.

A few minutes later you’re naked and making your way into the en suite bathroom when you hear Leonard enter the bedroom.  He catches sight of you just as you disappear past the half-closed door and a mischievous look flares in his eyes.  It makes arousal coil in your belly and you bite your lip as you turn on the taps to warm the water for a shower.

“Didn’t think you were going to get rid of me that easily, did you?”  Leonard asks, entering the bathroom a minute later in a similar state of undress.

“I had hoped…” you trail off teasingly, biting your lip and swiftly disappearing behind the shower curtain.

“Come back here,” Leonard growls, following close behind you.

You spin on your heel to face him as he enters the shower and yelp as you slip.  The only thing that stands between you and certain injury is Leonard’s grip as his strong arms encircle you, keeping you upright by some miracle.

“Careful, darlin’,” he murmurs as he sets you upright, letting go but keeping you at arm’s length.  “Baking the rest of those brownies would be a lot harder with some part or other in a cast.”

“You’re an asshole,” you say with a shake of your head.  “It’s all about lecturing me on being careful now, is it?  And here I thought it was about celebrating progress.”

Leonard steps closer and slips his hands up your arms, nudging you around so that you’re facing away from him again. He moves in closer and you can feel his chest press against your back as his hands slip forward, splaying across your ribcage and slowly – agonizingly so – moving up to cup your breasts.

“Who said anything about a lecture?” Leonard says huskily.  “I just want you in one piece when I show you just how I intend to celebrate.”

You’re saved the trouble of replying as his teeth scrape along your neck and up to your earlobe making you inhale sharply.  You lean forward, splaying your hands on the shower’s front wall as Leonard’s palms slip higher and begin to gently knead your breasts, his fingers tweaking your nipples.  The water cascading over your bodies makes the gliding of his skin on yours effortless and exhilarating, and before long you’re making soft noises of absolute pleasure.

“We should wash up first,” you groan. “The flour’s turning to glue in my hair.”

Leonard chuckles softly against your neck and straightens up, sliding his hands down, dragging his fingers teasingly over your sides before letting go of you entirely.  You straighten up a bit as you hear him uncap a bottle behind you and you let the water run through your hair, wetting the strands completely and washing the majority of the flour out.  When you lean back a moment later to get out of the spray, you feel a glob of shampoo hit the top of your head and you tip it back so that Leonard has better access.

You groan in contentment as his fingers start working the shampoo into a lather and pulling it through the lengths of your hair.  The way his fingertips are massaging your scalp as he does it is absolute heaven, too. You quickly start feeling so relaxed that you could melt and then it’s over.  Leonard reaches over your shoulder to pluck the detachable showerhead from the wall and starts to rinse the suds away.

“Don’t stop,” you bemoan.

“There’s still the conditioner, sugar,” Leonard assures you.  “And then I’ll make you feel even better…”

You feel your body flush with heat at his words and tone.  The sensation becomes even more pronounced when his fingers come back to massage at your scalp again, this time spearing conditioner through your sopping locks, smoothing it through each and every strand.

Before long, he’s rinsing the conditioner out just like he’d done with the shampoo and you find yourself missing his touch.  The sentiment lingers only briefly, however, as moments later he’s replacing the shower head and his hands are right back on your body.  

As he steps in close again, you can feel his erection pressing at your backside and you lean forward a little to give him some room to maneuver.  It turns out he doesn’t need it, though, as instead of his cock, his fingers come to play at your core.

“Fuck,” you hiss, biting your lip as you slip your legs just a little further apart to give him better access.

“Patience, darlin’,” Leonard murmurs. “Not yet.”

You would have turned around and pummeled him for his cheek if not for the maddening press of his fingers against your clit.  Instead, all you can do is submit as he gently rolls the sensitive little nub beneath his fingers, making you wet and working you slowly up toward an orgasm.

He teases you for a while, making you squirm and writhe, and then suddenly the pressure lessens and is replaced with a gentle but insistent push against your opening.  A half second later you feel two fingers slip inside of you and you gasp at the slight stretch, clenching around the digits.

“You’re so wet for me,” Leonard growls, leaning in to nip gently at your neck and shoulder.

“Stop teasing and get on with it,” you insist.

“Anticipation heightens the pleasure,” Leonard admonishes softly.  “Behave, sweetheart.”

His words are punctuated with slow, languid thrusts of his fingers and a delicious pressure against your g-spot. Your knees are growing weak from the sensations he’s causing within you and you grasp for purchase against the slick tile walls and shower curtain.  

Even with the hot water slowly running out, you barely even notice the chill as Leonard continues fingering you and peppering kisses on your neck, shoulders, and back.  You can feel him starting to rut against you as his own arousal is amplified by the way you’re squirming and you try to shift so he’s got some purchase to stroke himself against.

A second later, just like that, his fingers are gone from inside of you, leaving you feeling empty.  You’re not left to mourn their loss for long, however, as he moves in closer, wrapping one arm around you to keep you from slipping as the other hand guides his cock in between your folds.  

He thrusts into you in one slow, deep push and you cry out at the perfect pressure it creates inside.  If it wasn’t for his body bracing yours, you’d have slumped to the floor with starburst dancing in your vision.  Instead, you lean back into him, wordlessly encouraging him to move already.

Leonard doesn’t disappoint.

As he capitalizes on each jerk of his hips, withdrawing almost completely before thrusting back in deep, you spiral towards orgasm at a fever pitch.  You can feel the tingling sensation starting in the tips of your fingers and toes as you clench around his length.  As he thrusts, the hand that’s not helping to support you comes around over your hip and his fingers start to rub at your clit again, making you gasp sharply and buck against his hold.

“That’s the spot,” he says thickly. “Feel so good on my cock, sugar. You going to cum for me?”

You nod as words fail you and concentrate on breathing so you can hold out just a little bit longer, knowing you’re closer than Leonard is.  It’s no use, though, and moments later you’re powerless to do anything against the onslaught of your climax as it roars through every nerve ending in your body. Your legs grow weak as the waves come in and then slowly ebb once more, leaving your muscles loose and lax.  You’re on the verge of being overstimulated but you hang on, wanting to feel Leonard finish inside of you.

“Now it’s your turn,” you rasp, shivering as the water turns from cool to frigid.  “Want to feel you cum inside of me.”

You clench around his length once more and you feel his thrusts become erratic as his breath comes short.  You moan as his cock nudges your g-spot with every thrust, sending little shocks of pleasure through your pelvis even though you’ve cum already.  

A grunt is the only warning you get of Leonard’s impending climax.  The next thing you know, you can feel him filling you up, the heat of his cum warming you from the inside against the chilly onslaught from the showerhead above. He stiffens as you milk the last of his seed from him and drops his head against you as he relaxes again.  You can feel his chest brushing your back as his breathing returns to a normal rhythm and you smile.

“Let’s get out of here before we freeze,” you say with a soft smile.  “We’ll have to wait for the water to warm up again before we can finishing washing up.”

Leonard’s only reply comes in the form of a nod against your shoulder and you chuckle as you reach for the taps, turning them off before shimmying out from beneath Leonard.  You turn around to face him as he straightens up and run your hands up along his pecs, disturbing the fine droplets that are clinging to the downy hairs there.  You look up into his sated hazel eyes and bite your lip.

“Maybe I should take my time and bake in smaller batches,” you ponder out loud.  “Then I’ll get to celebrate for a few more days…”

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[medicatemedrmccoy]

All Along

I was listening to the radio yesterday and was struck with inspiration for fic.

I shared this fic idea with @imoutofmyvulcanmind and she wrote a sister fic that goes along with this fic and features Jim. All About Loving You, found here. It’s beautiful.

So here we go! Lyrics are in italics, sprinkled throughout the story. It might not be the most perfectly matched song, but its what came to mind for it.

Leonard x Female Reader(there really wasnt much getting around this one this time)

3,771 word(s) of pretty much just fluff(kinda got away from me a little)

No warnings - but it is a little different as most of this is from Leonard’s POV. Hopefully it’s okay and you guys like it.

Leonard stood at the small living room window, staring out into the backyard where you lay gazing up at the stars, with two glasses of tea in his hands. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t hear his mother come up behind him.

“I know that look. What’s on your mind, Leonard?” Elenora asked as she was drying her hands with a small dish towel, coming to stand by her son to see what had captured his attention so completely. Leonard glanced at his mother, her eyes curious and concerned with the way he’s been acting tonight. Leonard almost didn’t want to say, but in the end he decided to spill, hoping to get a second opinion.

“Mom, do you ever take a step back and realize that something has been staring you in the face the whole time and you were too blind to see?” Leonard began cryptically as he walked away from the window and sat down on the edge of the couch. Elenora went to follow, but not before catching a glimpse at what Leonard had been staring at before, a knowing smile crept up on her lips.

I've been a walking heartache, I've made a mess of me

Flashback:

A young girl sitting on the side of the dusty gravel road, clutching her knee tightly and sniffling. Her bike laying haphazardly in the road, next to the big rock she had tumbled over.

“Hey, are you okay?” A small boy called out as he noticed the small girl wipe away a tear and look up at him. The girl whimpered softly and shook her head as he watched her clutch her knee tightly. The boy frowned as he made his way over to her quickly and laid down his bike.

The person that I've been lately, ain't who I wanna be

“Here, let me see it.” The boy asked with his hands on his knees. The girl moved her hands away from her knee and the boy made a small grimace, it looked pretty bad but he wouldn’t admit it out loud to her, instead he jumped up to his feet and made his way to his bike. “You wait here, I’ll be right back, okay? I promise.”

The girl nodded her head with another small sniff and the boy hopped on his bike and peddled as fast as he could through the field and back to his house. He jumped off his bike and dashed inside, running quickly to the bathroom. Thankfully his parents were both out back so there wouldn’t be any questions of injuries.

The boy quickly climbed on the sink to reach the top shelf and grabbed a small bottle of ointment and a few bandaids and quickly made his way back to his bike and sped off the way he had come. The girl was thankfully just where he left her as he hopped off his bike once more, red faced, and almost out of breath at this point.

“I brought you some stuff my mom always uses for me. It burns like the dickens at first but it’ll help, I promise.” The boy said as he pulled out the small bottle of ointment and a couple bandaids.

“Want some help?” The boy added in as the girl made no movement to grab the ointment. The girl nodded slightly as the boy slowly and carefully moved her knee and pulled her ripped jeans away from the scrape.

But you stay here right beside me and watch as the storm blows through and I need you

“This is going to burn okay? But it’ll go away soon. I promise” The boy reminded the girl as he got the ointment ready to put on her knee. She nodded in reply and closed her eyes tight, waiting for the burn. The boy wasn’t lying and it burned like crazy. The girl bit her lip and shut her eyes tighter as she took in a small gasp from the sting, but the boy was right, it soon went away and when she opened her eyes she had a fresh band-aid on her knee.

“Feels better doesn’t it?” The boy asked, standing back up and offering his hand. The girl nodded with a small grin and took his hand as he helped her to her feet.

“I’m Leonard by the way, what’s your name?” Leonard asked when the girl was firmly on her feet, testing out her knee.

“I’m Y/N. Thank you for helping me.” The girl replied as she wiped the remaining tears from her eyes, her smile growing wider and in turn making Leonard sprout a big smile of his own.

:End Flashback

'Cause god gave me you for the ups and downs, god gave me you for the days of doubt

“Ahh yes, I remember that day like it was yesterday. The two of you took to each other like ducks to water after that day. Hardly a day went by that the two of you weren’t off causing trouble.” Elenora remembered fondly as she sat down next to Leonard, patting his knee softly.

“Yeah, we were inseparable.” Leonard smiled at the memories of the two of you out in the field on summer days, the snowball fights in the winter, playing in the leaves in fall, and chasing rabbits in the spring.

“But it’s also got me so confused mom. I don’t even know where to start, or if she even feels the same way? And I’m as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.” Leonard continued, making Elenora pause for a moment and pursed her lips slightly before lifting her head to look at her son, meeting his eyes.

And for when I think I lost my way, there are no words here left to say, it's true, god gave me you

“Son, I don’t claim to be an expert, but this is what I know. You’ve come a long way since you were just a boy and copying your father in his clinic all those years ago. You’ve made some mistakes along the way sure, but you’ve always learned from them and made the best of it and kept going. You’ve been through some extremely tough situations and known more heartache than anyone ever should. Even despite that, you have a wonderful outlook and a heart of gold and a forgiving nature and I couldn’t ask for a better son. Whatever you do, all I know is that you deserve to be happy. You’ve suffered enough Leonard. Y/N has been with you through everything and if this is going to make you happy, then you should seize it with both hands and never let it go.” Elenora finished with a fine sheen glistening in her eyes. Leonard looked back at his mother fondly and lovingly, a sheen of his own almost apparent in his eyes as well before he blinked them back quickly.

“You’re right mom. Here goes nothing.” Leonard said, his mind made up as he got up from the couch slowly and made his way to the door, pausing at the screen door, gazing out across the lawn to you once more, his mind slipping back once again to all those years ago.

There's more here than what we're seeing, a divine conspiracy

Flashback:

“Hello? A tired voice mumbled groggily into the phone. Leonard cringed inwardly, he hated to be a bother, especially with how late he knew you had been working lately.

“Hey Y/N, I’m sorry, did I wake you?” Leonard’s voice was unusually quiet and hollow on the other end of the line. He just couldn’t muster the energy to try and make himself sound anything but empty.

“Its…” There was a pause for a moment and Leonard guessed she was looking at the time. “1am Leonard, of course you woke me up, but what’s going on, are you okay?” Her voice suddenly going from slightly annoyed to concerned, it wasn’t like Leonard to call this late at night.

That you an angel lovely, could somehow fall for me

“Yeah I’m okay, but no I’m not alright. I mean, I don’t know.” Leonard sighed into the phone, before taking a deep breath on the other end. He hated burdening her with this. She had already been a tremendous help with everything else these past couple months, but there was no one else he felt he could turn to right now.

“Its alright Len, you can tell me.” She encouraged softly, otherwise staying quiet until Leonard decided if he really wanted to talk about it or not.

“I think… I think Joce and I are finally done.” Leonard confessed quietly after several seconds, so quiet she almost didn’t hear it. Leonard wasn’t sure what else to do.

“Oh god Leonard, are you sure this time? I mean…” She trailed off quietly. She knew Leonard and Jocelyn had been having problems, and there was talk of divorce but she had always thought that they would work through it and had been nothing but encouraging.

“Yeah, I think it’s for good this time.” Leonard breathed out, as if the words had actual weight attached to them. The stress in his voice just oozing through the phone, it was the first time he had admitted it outloud since him and Joce had finally agreed a couple days ago.

“Oh, Len, I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine what you must be going through. If there’s anything at all I can do to help, you know I’ll do it.” Leonard could hear the sincerity behind her words and he breathed out a small sigh of relief, already feeling somewhat better, just by hearing her voice and knowing she was there for him.

You'll always be love's great martyr, and I'll be the flattered fool, and I need you

“That’s kind of why I called Y/N.” Leonard sighed softly into the phone. “I can’t… I can’t stay here anymore. Would it be okay if I maybe came and stayed at your place for a couple days? Just until I can think things through?” Leonard asked hopefully, he hated to ask but he couldn’t stand to be under the same roof as Jocelyn any longer.

“Of course you can, Len. You know I’ve only got that old lumpy couch but you’re welcome to it as long as you need it. Are you coming tonight? I’ll fix it up for you.” She said quickly and Leonard could hear the rustling of sheets in the background, waiting on Leonard’s reply before she fully got out of bed.

“If it’s not too much trouble?” Leonard asked hesitantly. “I can’t be here right now.”

“Sure. Come over and I’ll have it ready for you, okay? No worries.” She replied as she got up out of bed and Leonard could hear her closet opening where he knew she kept a few extra blankets.

God gave me you for the ups and downs, god gave me you for the days of doubt

“Thank you, Y/N, thank you so much. You’re amazing.” Leonard said softly into the phone. “I’ll be there soon.” Leonard finished quietly before hanging up the phone. Leonard breathed out a heavy sigh as he sat his phone back down on the island. If he had nothing left after this divorce was over, at the very least he would still have Y/N by his side, and that thought comforted him.

:End Flashback

Leonard took a deep breath, shaking his head of the memory as he fumbled with the door and the glasses of tea in his hands until Elenora finally came and opened the door for him.

“Thanks mom.” Leonard replied with a sheepish grin. Elenora returned his grin with a wink, and shooed him quietly out of the door. Leonard’s grin turned into a smile with a small eyeroll, he mouthed “wish me luck” to his mom as he walked slowly out the door.

Leonard slowly and quietly walked to the end of the porch, watching you as you put your arms behind your head, pointing and drawing out the star constellations with your fingers. Leonard couldn’t help but grin at the sight, even if his heart was beating faster and his stomach was in knots. Leonard began walking down the steps as his mind wandered once more as he made his way to where you lay.

And for when I think I lost my way, there are no words here left to say, it's true, god gave me you

Flashback:

“Good lord, I didn’t think there would be so much work involved!” She groaned loudly into her pillow as she looked around the floor at all her books scattered around and all her note tabs on her PADD.

“No one forced you to follow me, Y/N.” Leonard said with a smirk as he watched her from his small bed, his own PADD in his hands, going over his notes and homework, laughing to himself. Secretly he was grateful that you decided to follow after him. It made the transition easier and it calmed his nerves and eased his mind knowing you were beside him still, backing him up.

“What? You really thought I was going to let you come alone and have all the fun and adventures? I think not, Leonard! Who else is going to take care of your grumpy ass?” She said, trying to sound offended, but Leonard knew better and gave her a small snort in reply. He’d never admit that she was right, and he probably would have never made it this far without her.

“Then you better get to work, Y/N. That paper isn’t going to write itself.” Jim teased from his small bed on the other side of the room, prying himself away from his own studies to take a jab at her.

On my own I'm only half of what I could be, I can't do without you

“Oh now it’s two against one? I thought you were on my side, Kirk? Who asked you anyway?” She replied with a huff, tossing her pillow at Jim’s head, hitting him square in the face. Leonard always thought that she had a good arm, and she could prove it, he remembered those snowballs to his own face none too fondly. Jim just stared at her pillow in shock. Leonard then rolled his eyes and continued his homework.

She didn’t expect to actually hit him. Her hand quickly went to her mouth as she tried to hold in her laugh, but failed miserably, she cracked up at the incredulous look on Jim’s face. Leonard had to admit to himself that it was pretty funny, and hid his smirk behind his PADD.

“Oh you think that’s funny do you? This means war!” Jim declared, returning fire with his own pillows, but missing and almost knocking over her drink on the table.

“Alright you infants, that’s enough before you break everything in the room.” Leonard glared over his PADD at the two of them, they froze in mid throw as he spoke. The two of them exchanged knowing glances and both quickly turned to look at Leonard, with mischievous grins on both their faces.

We are stitched together and what love has tethered, I pray we never undo

“Oh no, don’t you dare! I will hypo the two of you into next week if you so even…” Leonard warned but he didn’t get very far before the pillows were flying in his direction, he barely had time to block the shots, returning fire in kind. Laughter and squeals filled the room as the three of you battled it out, letting off some much needed steam.

:End Flashback

“Did you get lost?” You teased as you heard Leonard’s footsteps getting closer, leaning your head over in his direction, snapping Leonard out of his thoughts.

“You know how mom is, always needs help with something. In this case, the dishes.” Leonard lied smoothly, covering up his and his moms earlier conversation, he had hoped anyway. He was grateful that it was dark outside, so it hid the fact that he was beginning to sweat.

“You should have hollered, I would have came and helped.” You said as you sat up, taking the tea from Leonard’s outstretched hand, taking a long sip. Leonard’s mom really knew how to make a mean glass of iced tea.

“Nonsense, I didn’t ask you to come with me to visit so you can do dishes.” Leonard laughed slightly out of amusement and slightly to try and hide his nervousness as he sat down close to you in the grass.

“Thanks for the invite by the way. It was nice seeing your mom and dad again, it’s been way too long.” You said, glancing over at Leonard, sitting your tea in your lap. You regarded Leonard closely, it hadn’t escaped you that he had been acting odd tonight.

'Cause god gave me you for the ups and downs, god gave me you for the days of doubt

“No worries, Y/N. My mom loves having you over, sometimes I even think she likes you more than me.” Leonard said with a louder laugh, causing you to laugh as well. Leonard loved to hear you laugh, it was like music to his ears, and always made his heart light as a smile spread across his face for a brief moment.

“Y/N…” Leonard cleared his throat. Might as well jump right in, right? “I have a small confession. I didn’t bring you out here just for a visit.” Leonard continued, not quite looking you in the eye, choosing to half look at the stars.

“Oh?” You said curiously, waiting on him to continue as you quirked an eyebrow in reply, something you had perfected from hanging out with Leonard so much.

“Yeah, I uh, I don’t really know how to say this and you can tell me to shut up anytime and we’ll forget I even said anything, okay?” Leonard rubbed his face nervously before finally looking you in the eyes. There wasn’t any backing out now, it was now or never.

God gave me you for the ups and downs, god gave me you for the days of doubt

“Y/N, we’ve known each other almost our whole lives. Were the best of friends, just don’t tell Jim that okay? We know everything there is to know about each other. We’ve been there through each others high points, and our low points. You’ve always been by my side and never left me and have always been in my corner. And I’ve been an idiot, a real idiot for not being able to see what was right in front of me all along.” Leonard rubbed the back of his neck with his hand nervously. His mouth was so very dry, despite all the tea hes drunk and his hands were so sweaty.

“Leonard, are you asking me if I’ll go out with you?” You said as a smirk began to form on your lips as you gathered where Leonard was going with this, there was no other explanation for his nervousness or his words.

“Well, I mean, yeah? I guess I am. It’s not weird is it? It’s just, after Nero’s attack, and us almost not making it back and the thought of losing you or never seeing you again, I guess it just hit me like a ton of bricks. I care about you Y/N, and up until now, I didn’t realize just how much. I care about you more than a friend and I mean, I get it if you don’t feel the same way, we’ve been friends for so long and…” Leonard rambled on before you brought your fingers to his lips, shushing him.

“Can you stop talking for 3 seconds and let me get a word in edgewise?” You teased, laughing at the look on Leonard’s face. You had never seen him so nervous. Someone who was always calm under pressure, even when someone was bleeding out underneath him, Leonard never lost his cool this badly. You knew he had to be a nervous wreck and had been thinking about this for a while.

And for when I think I lost my way, there are no words here left to say,

“The truth is, I’ve been thinking about this a lot too. I just didn’t know how to bring it up and you just so happened to beat me to it.” You answered with a smile. The look on Leonard’s face was priceless as it lit up slightly with hope.

“You have?” Leonard asked in almost disbelief, his eyes going slightly wide. He never imagined that this would be your reply. He envisioned every possible scenario of you running away, screaming for the hills, or even worse, that this might even ruin your friendship with his confession.

“I think a part of me has always liked you Leonard but the timing had never been right, or one of us had been in another relationship or school or whatever, but now? We’re finally where we both want to be and have nothing to get in the way of us making the future that we want. And I think I like the thought of a future with you and me.” You answered Leonard with a smile, all the fond memories you had of the two of you flashing through your head as you thought back to all the good times the two of you shared.

Leonard couldn’t believe his ears and almost asked you to repeat yourself, but didn’t dare, in case you decided you change your answer, and only put on a huge grin from ear to ear.

“Y/N, you’ve made me the happiest man alive. Where do we go from here?” Leonard asked, the two of you were such great friends, and already knew practically everything there was to know about each other that the typical first date seemed kind of out of place.

“Well, we could start here?” You suggested as you leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Leonard’s lips. Leonard jumped slightly at your touch before melting into your kiss. It wasn’t weird like he thought it might be, it felt right, it felt like home. Warmness crept through him as his heart skipped a beat, and he knew he made the right decision.

You felt equally as happy as you pulled away slightly from the kiss, a smile plastered on your face as you saw the excited gleam in Leonard’s eye.

“I like the way you think, darlin’.” Leonard laughed as he gave you a quick peck and stood up slowly, holding out his hand. You took Leonard’s hand as he helped you off the grass.

“I’m Leonard by the way, what’s your name?” Leonard asked playfully with a big smile on his face as he brought you carefully to your feet.

“I’m Y/N. Thank you for helping me.” You replied with a laugh, poking Leonard in the ribs, causing him to join you, both your laughter mixing and dancing in the warm summer air. You hardly believed that he remembered that day so very long ago. Leonard kept a hold on your hand as he brought you in close to his chest and wrapped his other arm around your waist and began to rock the two of you slowly in small circles.

“You really are beautiful Y/N, you know that?” Leonard said softly as he looked down at you with awe, eyes dancing around your features, as if it was something that had escaped him all these years. He planned to make up for all those lost years, and then some.

“You old romantic, but I think that’s going to take some time to get used to hearing from you.” You giggled softly, burying your head in Leonard’s chest, hardly believing what was happening, it all felt like a dream come true. Everything falling into place. Being with Leonard was as easy as breathing.

“You know me best sweetheart and we have all the time in the world to get used to it.” Leonard replied as he dipped you quickly and bringing you back up to meet his lips. Leonard couldn’t believe you had returned his feelings as his mind wandered to all the possibilities that lie in front of you both. He finally felt happy and hopeful for his future.

“That I do.” You agreed, kissing Leonard back slowly before resting your head on his shoulder as the two of you continued to dance around under the stars, not needing to speak as the two of you enjoyed being together. There was plenty of time to figure out everything later, tonight it was just the two souls that had been destined to be together after all this time, finally becoming one.

It's true, god gave me you, he gave me you

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Jealous (Jim Kirk x Reader)

Summary: anon request : Hi!! Could you do a Jim Kirk x reader? where jim and the reader hooked up a few times, and the reader wanted more than that, but Jim never tried to start a relationship so she tries to move on. Reader starts going out with some guy to try and get over Jim, but jim gets jealous and flirts with the reader a lot in front of him. Reader gets mad and confronts jim but he shuts her up by kissing her and then confesses his feelings. Sorry it's so long! thank you!

Warnings: Swearing

Pairing: Jim Kirk x female!reader

a/n: ok so I deviated a little and made it she goes on a first date with a guy and that’s where shit hits the fan… hope that is ok!

Words: 1397

The dim lights of your room illuminated Jim’s half naked body as he walked around your quarters picking up stray items of clothing from where they had been thrown. It was always this way. He would knock on your door after a stressful day, and you would let him in and listen to him rant; before long the two of you would be furiously ripping the clothes off each other, stresses long forgotten. At the end of it all, Jim would silently get out of bed, find his clothes in the darkness, mumble a goodbye, and give you a sad smile as he pressed the button to leave.

You loved him- or you thought you did. It was hard to tell if it was just the extended time in deep space or a real, lasting emotion. Jim didn’t feel the same and you knew it, he was a friend who sometimes needed a bit of stress relief, and you were happy to provide it. But every time he left that hole in you grew a little bigger. You pulled the covers over your head and blocked out the world.

Jim Kirk was in love with you. Well and truly head over heels in love with you. The way you looked when you laughed so hard your eyes shone with tears and your nose scrunched up, snorting as you tried to catch your breath. The way you frowned when you concentrated on a patient or on a report, the way you listened to him every time he had an issue. But you didn’t feel the same, and he knew it. You were a friend who was always there for him, no matter what. He fell head first onto his bed, buried his head in the pillow and blocked out the world.

…

You were working your usual shift in the medbay, tidying up the trolley you had just been using to treat a chemical burn one of the science ensigns had managed to inflict upon themselves. A sudden burst of noise erupted as a group of loud, and hurt, crew members were rushed through the doors. The away mission had gone wrong. Burns and gashes littered the bodies of the various colours of shirts which was headed up by Doctor McCoy, propping up a limping Jim.

“Nurse Y/L/N!” he called when he caught your confused gaze.

You ran over, confusion would have to wait - you had a job to do.

“Help me get Jim to bed 8” you hooked your arm around Jim’s free side and took some of his weight, “I need you to patch him up, I’ve a security officer who needs surgery now or he’s not gonna make it.” After depositing a moaning Jim on the bed, Leonard turned and ran to one of the private rooms where a red shirt lay screaming in pain.

“Hi” Jim said weakly when you had finished patching up the bloody gash on his thigh and given him a glass of water. “We’re docking at Yorktown later today and safe to say I’m heading straight for the bar. You wanna come?”

He smiled softly at you as you frowned, trying to straighten the covers on the bed underneath him. “Can’t, got a date… will see you there though.” You didn’t. You don’t know why you said it, it just slipped out. Maybe it would be good for you though, to see someone new; that ensign seemed to like you. Jim’s smile fell, he looked hurt - just for a second - but you didn’t see as you busied yourself setting the bed to the right elevation for him to sit comfortably.

…

The bar was loud and everything was sticky. Your shoes stuck to the floor, and your arms stuck to the bar when you leant on it. You lifted your drink to your lips and took a small sip, smiling at the ensign you had patched up earlier who was energetically telling you a story. He seemed oblivious to the fact you couldn’t hear a word over the music that was pulsing all around you. He was cute, with dark floppy hair and deep chocolate coloured eyes, but to say you fancied him was just wrong; he wasn’t your type.

You felt a warm body slide into the seat next you, you knew it was Jim; if the skip of your heart as the familiar aura hit you didn’t confirm it, the sudden silence and wide eyes of the ensign sure did.

“At ease, ensign” Jim smiled at the poor man who had been rendered speechless by fear. “Hey, Y/N, funny to see you here” he smirked at you, you knew what he was planning on doing. “You look great tonight; don’t you think ensign?”

The ensign didn’t have time to reply.

“Let me buy you a drink, Y/N”

“I’m fine, Jim but thanks”

“You are fine” he replied, lightly tapping your arm with a wry smile playing on his lips.

Before long your date had become increasingly uncomfortable, you glanced across the bar to where Leonard was sat watching you and Jim with a look of concern. Jim was talking loudly in your ear, his hand occasionally brushing against your arm or your hand. You wished that he wasn’t just doing it to annoy you, and that he actually meant it. You could feel your temper rising every time he bumped into you and after your date made an awkward excuse to leave and return to his quarters, the triumphant smirk on Jim’s lips sent you over the edge.

“Outside. Now.” You spat at him, grabbing your bag and storming out the back door and into the alley. You span around and waited, arms folded, chewing the inside of your cheek in an attempt to suppress your anger. Jim appeared from the darkness, with his hands in his pockets, looking sheepish. The door swung closed, the muffled bass of the music echoed off the walls of the small alleyway and the two of you faced off.

“What the hell are you playing at Jim?” you practically yelled at him, the anger bubbling over.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I just… he’s not right for you” he mumbled, running his hand through his hair. He looked sorry, really sorry, but you weren’t quite done.

“Yeah, no shit! That’s why people date! Not that you helped.” Why would he play this game? Could he not see he hurt you?

“Oh come on! You only did it to make me jealous!” Jim saw red, he couldn’t keep his secret anymore.

“What the fuck Jim? To make you jealous? Is that the kind of person you think I am? You know what… yeah. I like you Jim… fuck, I love you. I always have. But I’m not that girl who fucks with other guys just to get at someone. Besides you don’t even like me like that! So why are you jealous huh? Because maybe, just maybe, I won’t be able to fuck you whenever you want? You’re such a…”

You had been so wrapped up in your anger you hadn’t noticed the relief which spread over his face when you told him you loved him. You hadn’t noticed the pain which washed over his face as you tore him apart for the way he treated you. You also didn’t notice him practically run up to you. You did notice however when his body crashed into you, and his lips collided with yours.

When he pulled back, he laughed. Your mouth hung slightly open in shock, you looked at him in disbelief, eyes searching his for an answer.

He took your face in his hands, he was still so close you could feel the warmth emanating from him. His nose brushed against yours as he said “I love you, Y/N. I’m sorry for the way I’ve treated you, I didn’t know how you felt and I didn’t want to lose you. I know that’s no excuse. But I do love you, I really do” he sighed, pressing his forehead to yours briefly in something akin to desperation.

As his bright blue eyes looked into yours, and your shock began to recede, you began to hope for something you hadn’t dreamt of hoping for before. Jim.

“Shut up you big idiot” you smiled as you pulled him into a deep and passionate kiss.

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