This is an 18+ sideblog for me to reblog posts about various fictional men who I would do the nasty (and cuddle) with if I fell through a portal and landed in their reality!
I am a multifandom enjoyer, though some of my current and ongoing fictional crushes are:
Copia, Satanic anti-pope and front man #4 for the band Ghost
Halsin, druid and brick house of a wood elf from Baldur's Gate III
Anders, rebel mage and revolutionary from Dragon Age 2
Blackwall (Thom Rainier), tragic false Grey Warden with a rockin' dad bod from Dragon Age Inquisition
Ganondorf, misunderstood and vilified Gerduo king from Legend of Zelda
Kix, clone medic of the GAR and cryofrozen space pirate from Star Wars
Terzo, Satanic anti-pope and front man #3 for the band Ghost
This list is not exhaustive and will be added to as I fall back into old and discover new fandoms!
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OHHHH I GOT AN AMAZING IDEA WHAT IF READER DOESN'T GIVE ONE PIECE MEN A KISS BACK AFTER THEY KISSED READER?
DESCRIPTION: When you don’t kiss them back
WARNINGS: None. This isn’t an angst fic I promise, established relationships in everyone’s but Law’s
CHARACTERS: Shanks, Doflamingo, Law, Ace. (Doflamingo's section can be interpreted as being part of the Immune To Your Charms universe but doesn't necessarily have to be)
WORDS: 2,561
A/N: I'm back after being sick so my writing is still a bit on the rusty side! Thank you for this request and I hope you like it. I kept everything light hearted and more on the playful side with this request which works out well since today's April Fools Day. Enjoy 💕
*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*
DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST | KO-FI
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SHANKS
Sometimes on the Grand Line there are moments of monotony, even for a crew as adventurous and boisterous as the Red Hair pirates. With the previous island long gone and no new island in sight for fun and entertainment in sight, you all had to find your own ways to pass the time. Lounging in one of the hammocks strung up on the deck for these long stretches of nothing you cast your sights around the Red Force, searching for inspiration. For a while nothing came to mind. Then when your gaze found your Captain and lover at the other side of the deck, you slowly smiled as an idea began to form. Shifting in the hammock, you made yourself comfortable and slowly let your eyes slide closed while you waited for your moment.
Shanks missed you. Your watch had been the last one of the night and early hours so when he woke, your side of the bed was cold. Despite the general lack of activity as they sailed calmly he still had his duties to oversee first before completely relaxing. Finally when he ensured nothing else needed to be done, he made his way directly to where you were lounging. It was cute how peaceful you looked but there was too much space on the hammock for his liking. With a grin he slid his arm under you and effortlessly had you lifted just enough to lie down before settling you to rest against him.
You were more than used to moments like these so you merely let Shanks adjust you both with your eyes closed and body relaxed. Shanks softly spoke your name to gently coax your mind to sharpen to focus on him. Holding back the urge to laugh you instead let out a soft hum of acknowledgement, letting him know you heard him but still you didn’t open your eyes. You didn’t need to to know the half pout beginning to pull at his lips. “Didn’t get my good morning kiss today.”
At that you finally opened you eyes and Shanks grinned broadly at you, of course that would get your attention. He leant in to get the kiss he was dying for all morning but when his lips met yours he frowned because at the very last second you’d pressed your lips into a tight line. This was not the kiss he’d been so eager for. You didn’t kiss him back. Shanks lightly narrowed his eyes to see the playful glimmer dance in yours. Immediately he knew you were only doing this to be a menace and not because he’d actually done something to deserve being denied your affection.
Shanks chuckled softly, this was any easily remedied situation. With a confident smile firmly in place he leant in again. You eyed Shanks carefully, all too aware of what you were getting in for when you made the decision to mess with him. You remained as relaxed as possible beside Shanks as he pressed his lips against the crown of your head, then your temple. Slowly he moved precisely, placing tender kisses against your skin. He made sure to kiss your cheek, the tip of your nose, the corner of your mouth, and your jaw. But never your lips. Finally he placed a kiss against your jaw before moving his head to rest in the crook of your neck, his lips strategically near the spot you both knew was a weakness of yours. Then without warning he took a breath and blew a raspberry against your skin causing you to laugh and struggle away from the persistent ticklish feeling. “Okay, okay you win!” You grinned, pushing at his head. “You win!”
Finally relenting, Shanks pulled back to grin at you broadly, his arm around you tightening to keep you close against him again. Closing the last amount of distance you granted Shanks his prize and kissed him deeply, smiling into it when he happily returned it.
DOFLAMINGO
How you came to find yourself in Dressrosa’s Palace was still unexpected to you at times. Even more shocking were the circumstances that led you and Doflamingo to get together in a functioning and actually loving relationship. Something that also threw Dressrosa’s King off too on many occasions, not that he’d openly admit it. Were everyone saw the fearsome, bloodthirsty pirate, you…well you saw the bloodthirsty pirate aspect of that too. However you never feared the man, it was physically impossible to feel it. You could most certainly feel frustration with him and annoyance, you were the only one to never back down and confront him on anything he did that you didn’t agree with. More than anything though, you felt safe with him and reassured that you were literally the only person for him.
Today though you felt playfully curious, wondering just how much Doflamingo would put up with your mischief and random testing of his limits in patience. You strode casually into his office and smiled sweetly, watching Doflamingo pause in his work to sit back slightly in his seat to observe your approach. Even with his glasses hiding his eyes from view, you could read his body well enough to know he was already anticipating some sort of nonsense from you. Since it was you though, it was nonsense he welcomed and he grinned. “Now what’s brewing in that mind of yours today?”
“Can’t I grace you with my presence?” You asked with a smirk as you sat on the edge of the desk and lightly tapped your lips, a wordless request for a kiss. Knowing that wasn't all you were up to Doflamingo still grinned wider and leant forward, his lips pressed against yours. The second he noticed you didn’t reciprocate it he pulled back to regard you carefully. Innocently you blinked at him and tapped your lips again. With a dramatic sigh, Doflamingo brought his lips to yours and just like before you didn’t return the action. He pulled back to frown down at you.
“What’s wrong? Don’t you want to kiss me?” You asked, your expression still a perfect mask of false concern.
“You going to keep sitting there like a statue?” He asked with a small teasing grin. “Don’t you want me to kiss you?”
“I do but the thing is I was working out the numbers and you owe me a lot of kisses before I can kiss you back.” You explained sweetly and shrugging lightly. “Until it’s even, I can’t kiss you.”
“And how did I amass such a debt, exactly?” Doflamingo chuckled, finding this far more entertaining that reading overzealous reports from middle rank pirates under his command looking to impress him. “Since I’m King, can’t I pardon myself?”
“Won’t work with me Doffy.” You shook your head, swiftly dodging this time when he tried to claim your lips while you were speaking. Quickly you pinched his chin and stared at him with playful severity. “I need ample payment. If kisses are too simple, you can get creative to get rid of the debt.”
“Creative, huh?” Doflamingo grinned pressing a kiss against your unmoving lips. “A kiss is one. How many does a back rub take off my bill?”
“Oh a really good one is five.” You told him, you should have expected he’d find a way to enjoy this instead of get impatient or agitated. Doflamingo laughed and leaned in a confident grin shaping his lips that made you suspicious.
“If I send Trebol on a mission?” Your eyes glinted immediately but you still didn’t take the initial offering. This was a negotiation after all. “Oh and he can’t return for at least two weeks.”
Immediately you broke out into a grin and tapped your lips once more. This time when his lips met yours, you returned it eagerly. If it meant you weren’t bothered by Trebol for a while, he could have as many as he wanted.
LAW
“Is it true that when people kiss their brains release a hormone that’s the same as when they use drugs?” You asked curiously from your spot on the sofa, looking over to watch Law pause in reading his medical notes to meet your gaze. It wasn’t rare for you to ask random questions like is. A lot of the times it was because you were genuinely curious but other times you were asking because you either wanted to fluster or toy with him in some way. Today’s question seemed to one of those days. His eyes narrowed slightly, trying to not give an outward reaction.
Subtly clearing his throat Law returned to his medical notes, focusing on the words on the paper and not on your question echoing in his mind. “Something like that.”
“So you could get addicted if you kissed someone enough times?”
“Not exactly…” Law began, tapping his foot lightly on the floor. He was about to go into the complicated biology and chemistry of it all but then you asked another question.
“Is that why you haven’t kissed me yet?” You grinned as Law all but choked on nothing. “Scared you’ll get addicted?” His widened eyes looked to you again and he was thankful no-one else was around to have heard it otherwise it would have made things more embarrassing; for them to see him begin to blush so childishly.
Instead it was just the two of you, staying behind to watch the Polar Tang while they explored. It had been peaceful and calm, just what he wanted up until you threw your bomb of a question into the usually content atmosphere that occurred when you were together. Now he had to try and force his mind to restart, to form an actual response instead of just the blank, openmouthed floundering he was currently doing. It only made things worse to see you so thoroughly pleased with yourself, your lips curved into the proudest smile. As your Captain, he should have reprimanded you but he could only imagine finally kissing you, doing what the two of you had been dancing around for a while now; finally give in. “Wouldn’t get addicted if I kissed you.”
You shifted in your seat and pulled yourself closer to Law, eyes firmly on his face. Gently you took the forgotten medical notes from his hand and set them behind you before leaning in. “I’m willing to test the theory if you are.”
There was no backing out of the challenge now, not after he’d boldly stated he’d be fine if he kissed you. Besides he didn’t want to back down, not when he could see a hopeful shine in your eyes under the playfulness. Carefully he set his hand on your side and leant in, pressing his lips to yours only to glower when you smiled but made no further response. He pulled back to scowl at you. “The hell you call that?”
“What? We were testing if you’d get addicted if you kissed me, not the other way around.” You protested with a grin. “So did it work?”
“Idiot! Do it right this time.” Law snapped but without his usual sharpness in his tone.
“You want to kiss me again already? Sounds like you are addicted after-” Your playful taunt was cut off when Law’s lips claimed yours. It had taken all of your restraint the first time to hold back in kissing Law and there was no way you were ever going to stop yourself again. Despite all your teasing, maybe you were the one that was going to prove the theory right and be the addicted one.
ACE
The feast was in full swing, plentiful food and drink seemingly never-ending and that was perfectly fine for you and the rest of the Whitebeard crew. You would have thought that you all would have grown tired of the partying by now but because of the close relationship of the crew it never lost its impact. Hundreds of parties and feasts in your memory and all of them feeling like it was the very first one. Tonight you and the others made yourselves comfortable in the festive environment amongst the civilians of the island town you were staying at. Letting the infectious joy heighten in you, you looked around with a smile and soon set your sights on Ace who as always was the life of an already lively party.
Ace was surrounded by civilians and crew alike, talking animatedly and warmly. For the residents of the town you could see they felt as if they’d known the pirate for a lot longer than a mere evening but that was your boyfriend all over, able to put anyone at ease and give everyone the right amount of attention. It was something you always admired about him. In the middle of whatever he was talking about you froze when Ace suddenly met your gaze and pointed you out with a broad grin. The civilians looked to you excitedly while the rest of the crew in earshot rolled their eyes in amusement; most likely having heard this story for many times before. You offered them a smile and small wave before getting pulled into your own conversation again.
It wasn’t long before you heard hurried footsteps sound from behind you. You turned and were pulled immediately into a kiss by Ace. You reacted against your initial instinct and kept your mouth firmly closed. It hadn’t been your intention to not kiss Ace back and when he pulled back with a pout you swiftly grabbed his hand. Quickly you swallowed the mouthful of food you’d been eating before your boyfriend appeared. “Sorry, that was just really bad timing.”
“It’s never bad timing though if I get to kiss you though.”
“That’s sweet but it is bad timing if I’ve got a mouth full of food, Ace.” You argued with a laugh only to roll your eyes when Ace grinned and shook his head.
“Still not seeing a downside to the scenario. Two of my favourite things right there; food and you.”
“You’re so weird.” You laughed while Ace grinned down at you, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you tightly.
“And you love me for it.”
“Sadly that’s true. I’m madly in love with every part of you, including your food obsession.” You smiled and leaned further into the comforting embrace you were in. At this time of the evening, when he’d had his fill of food and drink Ace became more affectionate and clingier than usual. As long as he was in touching range of you by this time he was happy to continue the feasts and parties for another handful of hours. Reaching up you adjusted Ace’s hat so you could see more of his face and pulled him closer, pressing a kiss to his lips in silent apology for your unintentional rejection. Then you brought him into a second, deeper kiss, only pulling back when your attentions were grabbed by some of the civilians calling for Ace to tell them another story. You sighed slightly and pulled back, remaining securely in his arms. As fun as the feasts and parties were, you couldn’t wait to get back onto the ship and set sail again since it meant less people would be vying for Ace’s attention and you’d get him all to yourself again.
beautiful mind pt. 2 (18+, j'onn j'onzz x fem human reader)
⭓ here’s part two. read part one here. this content is not intended for minors. enjoy 👽
You don't have time to let your nerves get in the way, because J'onn is already kissing you as he eases both of you onto your nearly made bed, making your heart race in the best way. You had made sure to deep clean your room before inviting him back to you place, dusting areas you usually neglect, cleaning your windows inside and out even though it would be hard to tell since its evening time. You've been preparing for this, thinking about it and wanting it all to be perfect. And it does feel perfect, the way he's kissing you and running his hand down your side. his presence is all-encompassing, filling your head even before he enters it.
J'onn pulls away from the kiss, and looks down at you. "Are you ready?" He asks, reaching to caress your temple, itching for the connection he's so eagerly been anticipating.
"Yes." You whisper, taking a deep breath and calming your racing thoughts. Long, green fingers stroke the side of your face with a gentle touch as you feel a foreign sensation in your mind. Keeping your eyes fixated on his deep red ones, the sensation grows more intense, like there's someone else taking up space in your consciousness.
'Can you feel me?' J'onn asks.
"I do, I feel you." You reply, realizing only after you speak out loud that his mouth wasn't moving, and he was speaking directly into your mind.
J’onn grins. It's a different grin than you’re used too, since this is your first time seeing his true form. But you’re already growing fond of his Martian features. His hand trails down to cradle your neck, tangling in your hair just a little. ‘I feel you too.’
His lips brush against yours again, and you swear you can sense his own desire through the slowly strengthening connection with his mind.
‘You’re right. I do desire you. And I can feel your desire for me, too.’
You press your lips more firmly against his, lifting your head from your pillow just a little, his hand staying tangled in your hair. ‘I’m glad the feeling is mutual.’ You respond in your mind. The sensation is still a bit much as you get used to his mind-touch.
‘As if that were ever in doubt.’ J’onn chides back. The psychic connection allows you to banter with him as the two of you deepen the kiss, his large body pressing you firmly against your mattress.
Feeling excited, your hands travel up his back, lightly caressing his body and exploring the real him. J’onn has been nude since shifting into his true self, but you’re still wearing the black sweater and jeans you put on when getting ready for your date earlier. The layer of clothing starts to frustrate you as you get more and more worked up from how intensely J’onn is kissing you.
J’onn has kissed you before, this is hardly the first time the two of you have made out. But knowing where it’s leading is making you excited, and before you can even finish thinking about how much your sweater is annoying you, J’onn breaks the kiss and leans up off of you to help you remove it.
'Allow me.'
You blush, already forgotten that he can hear your thoughts. You allow him to help your sweater over your head, leaving your bra alone for now.
You feel self-conscious as J'onn drinks in your body, still partially clothed but apparently exciting him nonetheless.
'You are breathtaking.' He admits. And somehow, you believe him. You can sense the sincerity in his thoughts, you know his compliments are genuine. ‘Something we have in common.’ You think back with a sly grin.
J’onn rubs his hand down the side of your body slowly as he responds, ‘Not many earthlings would agree with you. There’s a reason why I so often assume my other form.’
Your brow furrows at his comment, feeling angry that anyone could ever think such a thing about the handsome alien on top of you. ’I’m sorry that you’ve encountered so many hateful humans. I’d say that we’re not all like that, but… most of us are. And even those who aren’t often don’t speak up when they see others being cruel.’
J’onn leans down once again, trapping your body between his strong, green arms, and kisses your collarbone slowly. ‘I believe humans have many redeeming qualities, enough to outweigh the bad. It’s why I do what I do. But I cannot deny how refreshing it feels, connecting with someone like you.’
‘Refreshing isn’t the word I’d use to describe this connection.’ You tell him, leaning back and reveling in how nice his lips feel against your skin.
‘No?’ J’onn asks, hesitating just a little. He can tell you’re enjoying yourself, he can literally feel it. But your comment plants a seed of worry.
‘No, it’s not strong enough. Exhilarating.’ You snake your arms up around his body, holding him closer to you. ‘Amazing, even.’
Relieved, he kisses and nips at your skin with just the right amount of pressure. His abilities give him an advantage, quickly being able to judge your reactions as he gets to know what you like. His mouth trails down, now kissing the tops of your breasts as they peek out from your bra.
‘If my mouth alone can bring you this much euphoria, I am eager to show you what else I can do.’ He says back telepathically.
You shiver under his touch, his thoughts getting you itching for more. ‘Do you…? I mean, I know you could, but how…? Is it, like, similar to how humans do it?’
You’re embarrassed at how scrambled your thoughts are as you try to ask if he has a dick or not. You’re not sure how to ask in a way that isn’t awkward, or even offensive. But surely, if there was ever an appropriate time to ask him such a question, it would be now, right?
‘Do not be embarrassed. It’s a fair question. One I’m happy to answer for you.’ J’onn shifts so he’s laying on his side next to you. One hand is stroking your hair, while the other rests on your stomach, rising and falling slightly with your breath. ‘There are many types of intimacy Martian lovers can share together. Not always with the goal of reproduction. Oftentimes, it’s for pleasure. And if that’s the case, I find there isn’t always a need for an additional appendage.’
His hand presses onto your stomach, slipping down under the waistband of your jeans. He unbuckles and unzips your fastenings right away, almost too quickly to makes sense. You look down towards where he’s touching you, and your eyes go wide when you see his hand morphing and flattening to snake down into your panties.
‘I think you’ll find I can be very accommodating to your preferences.’ You feel his fingers brush lightly against the wetness between your legs. ‘And I am eager to learn them all.’
‘J’onn, oh my god…’
With only the slightest pressure, he rubs small, slow circles over your clit. Your lips part in an almost-gasp at how electrifying his touch feels, and J’onn takes the opportunity to resume kissing you.
'You're sensitive, more so than other earth women.' J'onn comments, and you feel a slight pang of jealousy at the thought of him being with other women. You don't dwell on it though, knowing its not fair to be jealous of what's happened in the past. 'Forgive me. It is inappropriate for me to make such comparisons while we are together like this. But you don't need to be jealous. You are, by far, my favorite.'
You smile against his lips, squirming a little under his feather-light touch. Reaching up to trace the ridges on his neck, your lips continue to dance together in perfect sync. 'I’m glad. You're my favorite too, out of all the Martians I've been with.'
You expect him to be amused by your sarcasm, since he's knows that you've never been with an alien before. But J'onn pulls away from the kiss and looks down at your flushed face with a serious look, his fingers slowing.
'I'm the only Martian you'll ever be with.'
The vibe your getting from your connection turns a bit more serious for a moment, before J'onn apologizes once again.
'I... what I mean is, there aren't very many of my kind left.'
J'onn's thoughts wander to his brother, Ma'alefa'ak, and the tone of his thoughts turn almost angry. 'And I would burn them alive before I let them lay a finger on you.'
His sudden shift causes you to tense a little, and you run your hand up and down his neck lovingly in an attempt to diffuse the tension. 'Well, we don't have to think about that right now.' You reassure him, wiggling your hips a little to signal that you want him to continue. 'I'm not interested in anyone else. Earthing or Martian.'
Feeling you squirm causes him to look down at your body again, and he nods in agreement. 'We don't need to think about that... you're correct, I should be thinking about how to get you out of this clothing.'
'I can help with that.'
Relieved that he's not lingering on the topic, you lift your hips up off the bed and shimmy out of your jeans with his help, the clothing quickly tossed aside with your sweater. You reach for your underwear too, pulling them down your legs and kicking them off, all while the Martian observes you with wonder in his eyes. Before you can even settle your weight back onto the mattress, he's caressing your hips and leaning down to place warm kisses on your stomach.
'That feels so nice... your mouth feels so warm.' You're already wet from his attention so far, and having his mouth so close to where you want him the most is making you impatient. But he doesn't make you wait much longer, kissing down your abdomen and shifting down so his elongated head is between your legs. You can sense his eagerness as he takes in the sight of your pussy, marveling at the wetness gathered there.
'It pleases me to see your body already preparing itself for what I want to do to you.' His deep voice echo's in your mind and causes you to blush even deeper than you were before.
'I can't help it. You... I mean, I've been wanting to do this for a while.' You think back to him.
J'onn can feel your sincerity. And you can feel his confidence grow at your admission. 'Then, lets not wait any longer.' He closes his eyes as his tongue, which is longer and thinner than a human's, slowly laps at your clit, finally giving you at attention you're craving.
'Oh my- shit, J'onn, I... I...' You let out an audible whimper, smiling and leaning your head back on the pillow as he tastes you for the first time. Your reaction encourages him, easing away the last traces of nervousness he was feeling. His tongue morphs into a slightly different texture to experiment and see what other noises he can coax from you. He has the advantage, being able to hear your thoughts (or more accurately, lack of coherent thoughts) as he tests what you like the most. You extend your arm down towards him, unsure what your hand is reaching for, but before you can worry about it any, J'onn's hand finds yours, and his long fingers interlock with your own. His other hand is wrapped around your thigh, caressing your stomach and hip as he eats you out. It only adds to the steady heat building inside of you, but for some reason, you feel a nagging thought of insecurity at how exposed you are before him.
'You have no reason to feel insecure.' You hear him reassure you as his tongue rubs against your sensitive nub, sending tingles down your legs. 'Your body is beautiful.' He squeezes your hand a little, and uses his other to rub circles against your hip bone. 'Seeing you like this is arousing me.'
"F-fuck!" You cry out loud when he morphs his tongue to a slightly different shape and texture, which makes the friction feel that much sweeter. It makes it hard to remember what you were worried about just seconds ago.
'I think I found your sweet spot. Lets see how much you can handle.'
Moments later, the pace with which his tongue is moving against your wet skin increases, along with an increase of pressure, that has your legs quivering and your fingers clenching around his own. 'I... I can... ohhh fuck, y-yes, just like that...'
His unfiltered access to your thoughts would embarrass you if he wasn't making you feel so good, your thighs clenching around his head, biting your lip, feeling your body tense and relax as he brings you to life. His large red eyes are closed while savoring you and responding to your feedback, both audible and inaudible. It's like he already knows your body, even though you've never gone this far with him before today.
'So sensitive... I'll have to keep that in mind.' You can tell from the tone of his thoughts that he is pleased with himself, and rightfully so. After several minutes of his enthusiastic attention, your breathing gets shallower, your cheeks are more flushed, and your eyes are unfocused as you clench around nothing, grinding your pelvis against the aliens magic tongue and lips.
You groan out with a shudder, 'More... more, please, J'onn... I want more of you...'
As soon as your thoughts echo into his consciousness, J'onn is already responding. His tongue lowers to your entrance, licking up your wet skin slowly, savoring you. You can tell from your mind touch that he's enjoying your taste, an unexpected but welcome compliment. Feeling his textured tongue against your cunt has you reeling, more incoherent thoughts litter your mind and cause the Martian to smile against you as he slips it into your tight wet heat.
It’s even better than you imagined. He morphs and extends his tongue so it can reach all the way inside of you, lapping at your cervix and teasing your insides.
"Mmmmm.... oh..... fuck, how are you..." Your words come spilling out of your mouth, out of habit more than anything. You can't help it. The sensations you're feeling from him are making the tension in your lower abdomen build, causing you to squirm and write under him even more.
'Don't worry about the how, beautiful one. Just relax for me.'
No sex toy has ever given you the sensation's you're feeling now. No human has ever made you feel these feelings. You feel like you're ready to burst when J’onn’s tongue rubs against your g-spot, trying not to wiggle too much or throw off his rhythm. Just when you feel like your release is moments away, J'onn slows his attention, and removes his tongue so it can find its home back on your clit.
'Wha...? Why? I was close, J'onn, why did you stop?’ You whimper out loud as you ask him.
'I know you were.’ He looks up at you from between your legs, blinking his dark red eyes at you. ‘But I wish to delay your gratification, to make your climax more intense.'
You let go of his hand, untangling your fingers and looking down at him, running your hand along his cheek gently, blushing at how wet his smooth green skin is from eating you out.
'Not fair.' You whine, but you smile as you do, your mind racing with the realization that he's into edging. And with him being able to see into your mind, you're sure it makes him that much better at it, being able to read your thoughts and feel your emotions, able to tell when you're close and pulling away just in time.
He returns your grin with one of his own. 'You find the idea pleasurable as well.' Its not a question, but a statement.
'I do. But, I still don't know,' You prop yourself up onto your elbows, still flushed and frustrated from your almost-orgasm. 'How do I make you feel good? I don't want tonight to be all about me. I want it to be for both of us.'
'I will show you, beauty, in due time. I am in agreement that tonight should be for us both. But I must insist, ladies first.'
The hand that was tangled with yours moments ago moves between your legs, tracing your labia gently as his tongue finds its rhythm against your most sensitive spot once again.
You close your eyes, feeling your brain melting into mush when his long fingers prod at your entrance, slipping in easy with how much slick your body has produced already.
‘J’onn, please. I want… I want…’
‘I know what you want.’ He responds. His thoughts have a confident, almost proud tone. ‘You want me to fuck you with my fingers. You want to be full of me. Is that right?’
He asks, but he already knows. And it’s only confirmed at the wave of relief and affirmative thoughts that come spilling from your mind after his question.
He starts slow, with two fingers pumping in and out of you in tandem with the pace of his tongue. You clench around him, almost involuntarily, gripping his shoulders and humming in excitement.
‘That's it, beautiful, just let go… I’ve been looking forward to this. Many nights I’ve thought of you, wondering what you taste like, imagining the noises you’d make. You’re even sweeter than I’ve imagined.’
At the same time he shares this with you, your vision blurs, and you see brief flashes across your vision of yourself through J’onn’s eyes, starting with the first time he saw you. That and several other memories of the two of you play like a montage across your field of vision as he continues to pleasure you, showing you how he sees you. Your first date. Your first kiss. When he took you to the theater, seeing you in a floor length gown for the first time. More memories, all seen through his adoring eyes.
It’s a peculiar experience, you don’t quite look the way you expect yourself to. It’s different than how you look in the mirror, almost as if he's showing you a different person. You can feel the affection in his memories, the way he treasures you in his mind makes you feel warm inside, adding to the already intense sensations he’s giving you.
‘J’onn…’
‘I need you to understand how much I care for you. Your beauty, it extends beyond the physical, I want to know you better than any other being does.’
The warmth of his tongue massaging your clit, the soft squelching of his fingers sliding in and out of you, his thoughts and affection filling your mind, it’s all so intense, your eyes water slightly at how amazing he feels. You’re breathless, panting and clinging to him as he showers you with love and attention.
Just when you think it can’t get any better, his fingers start to morph and expand inside of you, growing larger, causing your body to stretch just a little to accept them. The added friction of being stretched sends a warm shiver down your legs and you shudder again at how good it all feels.
You try to stay off your impending climax, knowing he will slow down once you get close. But he interrupts that thought the moment it materializes in your brain.
‘Don’t worry about that. Just let yourself feel me. You’ll get your release eventually, beauty, that I promise you. Allow me to be in control. It will be worth your while.’
‘Fuck, J’onn, it… I… you… you feel… so good, it’s so good.’
‘Yes, I know. I can sense it from our connection. Your ecstasy is my own, I can feel all of you. Tell me, beautiful, do you trust me?’
‘Yes!’ You respond without hesitation, ‘With my life, J’onn, I… ohhh…’
Your thoughts quickly delve back into the incoherent, as he works his fingers just a little faster, adjusting the angle slightly to test what will make you squirm even more. You can feel his satisfaction at your responses, his own emotions and feelings spilling into your own, the line between his thoughts and your own becoming less and less defined.
J’onn takes his time with you. It’s clear he’s here for the journey just as much as the destination as he brings you to the brink of orgasm over and over, not allowing you to fully experience the sweet release, reducing you to a needy, babbling mess under him by the time he’s denied you a fourth time. You try to keep yourself from begging, but when the Martian finally pulls his mouth away from your sweet cunt to take in the state of you, you lose all shame.
‘J’onn, please, I can’t take much more, I need you, please, I want to cum.’
His dark red eyes twinkle with desire. Your begging for him has his pulse racing and his own lust clouding his mind. You can feel it, how badly he wants you. The unmistakable comfort of reciprocated feelings, to love and be loved in return.
‘Yes, you’ve waited long enough.’
J’onn adjusts his body so he’s on top of you, trailing kisses up your abdomen and nuzzling his face against your breasts, and you can sense that he wants your bra out of the way.
You attempt to reach behind you to unclasp it, but your body is trembling and weak from overstimulation, making it harder than it should be. It takes only a moment before strong green hands are assisting you, tossing your bra aside into the growing pile of clothing next to your bed.
He doesn’t hesitate to explore your naked chest, nuzzling his nose against your plush breasts, licking at and teasing your hard nipples, earning another deep shudder from you. Your hands run over the back of his otherworldly head, hoping he cannot hear how loudly your heart is beating.
J’onn’s excitement is palpable. You can taste it, feel it, feeding into and strengthening your own arousal. His alien tongue rubs against one nipple with his fingers teasing the other. You throw your head back against your pillow and let out a long, desperate moan, not caring how pathetic you sound. You’ve never felt so turned on in your life. You want him. You aren’t even sure how you want him, your messy mind briefly remembering him say how he doesn’t have need for another ‘appendage.’
‘It’s not a necessity. Not unless procreation is the goal.’ He responds to your frantic thoughts. ‘But just because it isn’t necessary, doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy you in such a way. I can tell you crave more penetration.’
J’onn starts slowly grinding his hips into yours, allowing you to feel the bulge as it morphs between his legs. He abandons your chest to kiss your neck, rolling his hips into yours eagerly. He doesn’t enter you, not yet, but you can feel the hard, ribbed erection sliding over your body’s natural lubrication and teasing your sensitive clit.
Another pained whimper escapes your lips. ‘Please… please…’
‘Hearing you beg, it pleases me more than you know. Your patience will be rewarded.’ Another slow kiss is left of your neck before he sits up on his knees, allowing you to take in the sight of him, and what he’s been hiding from you.
Between his legs, where there was just smooth skin and muscle before, is your first look at Martian genitalia. It’s not completely different from a human male, but more… embellished. His shaft is long and ribbed with small ridges (much like the rest of his body), and it’s a shade or two darker than the rest of his green skin. It has a slight curve to it, and is thicker than any penis you’ve seen, but not excessively so. The tip is rounded and swollen, and you feel a rush of excitement, assuming you're the reason why there's a few small drops of liquid leaking out already. He has testicles as well, hanging low and heavy beneath his impressive erection. He doesn't have any pubic hair, but there isn't hair anywhere else on his body, either. You drink in the sight of him, wide-eyed, practically salivating in anticipation.
‘I could shift so it closer resembles what you’re used to, but I have a feeling you like what you see. Is my feeling correct?’ He asks, smirking at you, reveling in the lust and affection he sees in your watery eyes.
‘I want you, J’onn. The real you. Don’t change for me, you don’t have to.’
You surprise yourself by stringing together a coherent sentence. But it’s true, you’re itching to see what it feels like to have him inside of you. Not his fingers, but him. He’s bigger than anyone you’ve been with before, but it’s not too large that you’re nervous about it fitting. You don’t care if it’s uncomfortable at first, he’s got you so warmed up and wet that you’re sure you can make it work.
‘This is my natural size, but I can make myself smaller or larger according to your preferences. We can start smaller at first, as you get used to me.’
You barely register his thoughts, reaching out in wonder to touch him, curiosity killing you. The moment your hand wraps around his length, you feel his own thoughts become clouded like yours. You run your fingers over the ribbed shaft, biting your lip and imagining how good it will feel sliding in and out of you, him filling you up with his cum.
A low moan rumbles in his chest, and you quickly retract your hand, embarrassed that he heard that last thought.
‘No room for that, beautiful. There’s no embarrassment or shame between us. I won’t tolerate it.’ J’onn reaches down to stroke himself a few times, and positions himself on top of you once again. His hand is next to your head, holding himself up so he can kiss you without crushing you. His lips move slowly, giving you a taste of yourself as his alien tongue dances with your own, making another rush of heat creep into your cheeks.
He stills his mind for a moment before he enters you. You feel him check himself, scanning your mind for any hesitation or reluctance, making sure that the emotions he senses from you aren’t just a projection of his own.
‘You won’t find any.’ You reassure him, ‘I want you. Please… I don’t want to wait any longer. Make love to me, J’onn, I can’t take it anymore. I don’t want to wait. I want you, I promise, please?’
Your begging spikes a fresh wave of lust in his body, you feel it almost as intensely as he does. This time he’s the one shuddering from arousal, and he bites at your lower lip in response.
‘Your words… your mind… turns me on even more than your body does.’ His hips shift forward slightly, meeting little resistance as he sinks his tip inside of your leaking pussy. ‘I could get lost here, with you, the sweet embrace of your consciousness is unlike any connection I’ve ever experienced.’
You can’t believe how eloquent his thoughts are when he’s this worked up. Your mind is mush at this point, fixated on how his cock is slowly filling you up and stretching you out, feeling every ridge and bump, massaging your already sensitive walls slowly as he sinks deeper with each gentle thrust.
An intense tingle travels up your spine. You’re unable to comprehend how surreal this is. When you first met J’onn, you felt drawn to him right away. But you never imaged he would feel the same, never imagined you’d be here with him like this, in your bed, your bodies and minds becoming one. It fills you with so much happiness, you feel as if you could burst, and with what little control you still have over your thoughts, you try to show him how he looks through your eyes, like he did for you just before.
J’onn’s expression softens when he realizes what you’re trying to do. He feels the happiness and excitement radiating from you mind, and it makes his chest swell with pride. He keeps your lips locked against his while you show him, all the times you’ve gazed at him longingly, admiring him from afar, suppressing your desire for him and trying to play it cool.
But your focus falters when he finally bottoms out inside of you. Your fingernails dig into his broad back, breaking the kiss and burying your face in his neck. ‘Holy shit, you.. it… fuck, J’onn, I..’
You move your lips, peppering slow, hungry kisses against his warm skin, trying to express with your body what your mind can’t articulate.
But he knows.
He feels it too.
Your ecstasy is his own. And his is yours. Two minds, connected and joined as one, mirroring your physical connection. He is everywhere. You feel him deep inside your body and your consciousness. And yet, you crave more. You want more of him. You long to know him deeper, to experience every part of him and appreciate all he is.
Your name is the only word that can be heard from J’onn’s mind. This is every bit as intense for him as it is for you, evident from his labored breathing and how strong his hold on you is.
You’re unsure how long the two of you stay like that, not yet moving, just allowing yourselves to grow used to the feeling of each other. But when J’onn finally withdraws his hips from yours, pulling out of you almost all the way, you’re more than ready.
'You feel... so divine... the way you squeeze me...'
His ribbed cock sinks back into you slowly, your slick dripping down onto your duvet. It isn’t like anything you’ve experienced before, better than any human man or dildo has ever felt. And as you ponder this, J’onn’s confidence grows ever stronger, and so does his pace.
With your face still buried against his neck, you nibble on his skin, temped to bite down to keep yourself from crying out in pleasure from how he's rubbing against all the right places inside of you. He's large enough that you're body is stretching to accommodate him, but not enough to be painful.
‘Y-You may bite, if you wish. You can scream, if you need to. Just don’t… don’t hold back.’
His thoughts are becoming less coherent and more like yours now. You bite on his neck, not nearly hard enough to break his impenetrable skin, but enough to provide you some relief.
J’onn finds it adorable, that you still refrain from biting too hard, as if you’re capable of hurting him.
‘Don’t hold back.’ He repeats. ‘P-please, beauty, you couldn’t make me bleed if you tried. Just… let go. It’s time I give you what you’ve been craving.’
His hips roll into yours faster, assaulting your g-spot with his ribbed cock over and over until you’re seeing stars. You whimper and moan, biting down hard into the strong muscles of his shoulder, clinging to him like he’s the only thing holding you down to this reality. You feel every inch of him, your pussy squeezing him and sucking him in like a vice.
Your bliss isn’t one-sided. J’onn, usually so composed and proper, is crumbling at how reactive you are to his affection, his breaths coming out uneven and broken, deep moans and grunts falling from his mouth as the two of you get utterly lost in each other.
You release his neck from your bite, moaning his name out loud over and over, echoing the thoughts in your mind. You're close. You’re close for the 5th time this evening, and it’s driving you absolutely feral with need. You're scared that he will pull away again, so you allow yourself to beg and hold him tight, wanting to ensure he won't make you wait anymore.
‘… fuck, J’onn, I’m close… please… let me cum, please let me finish, I need-’
‘I know what you need.’ He reassures you, pulling your face from his neck, guiding you to his lips again. ‘You’ve let me tease you and toy with you plenty, I won’t… won’t withhold your release from you any longer.’ He sounds strained, as if it’s taking great effort for him to make sense of his thoughts while he’s rutting into your tight warmth.
His trembling hand brushes your messy hair from your forehead, no longer in the sleek style you had it in at the start of your evening together. ‘If I may… let me just…’
His index finger taps at your temple, and your vision is blurred once again. But it’s different than how it was earlier, when he shared his vision of you. Now, your bedroom has disappeared completely, and is replaced with a beautiful starry sky, the milky way showing itself in all its glory. You no longer feel your bed beneath you. Instead, you feel as if you’re floating, suspended in deep space, nothing tangible around you except for your lover and the stars, which seem closer than you’ve ever seen them. J’onn’s arms wrap around your back, and he kisses you deeply, feeling you clench and spasm around him as your climax approaches.
‘Where the fuck… how… oh my gods, I can’t, it’s… oh, shit, J’onn!!’
He’s pulling out all the stops now, showing off his abilities to you in an attempt to make this experience even more memorable.
He’s close too. You can feel it. He’s holding out, waiting so he can experience his orgasm at the same time as you, struggling with it due to the lewd sounds of wet skin filling his ears, combined with your moans and breathy whimpers. But he keeps his pace consistent even, not wanting to soil this for you again.
It doesn’t take much longer. Your eyes water, blurring the immaculate expanse of stars above you. You feel your body release more dampness around his thick cock as he thrusts into you, legs wrapped around his waist and arms thrown around his neck. The tension that’s been building between your legs finally explodes. At the same time, a star explodes in the distance, bright, brilliant light shining and morphing the scene around you. It’s more intense than any climax you’ve experienced before. The pleasure trickles down your legs like warm honey, making you shake and convulse involuntarily. You yell out, breaking the kiss for a moment before J’onn swallows your cries of pleasure, moaning back into your mouth as his own body shivers.
Your internal muscles clamps down around him, causing his hips to stutter. ‘Thats it, yes… cum for me, yes!’ He tenses, and with a deep grunt, releases his seed deep inside of you, flexing his arms to hold you that much closer. ‘I… feel you, I see you, my beautiful… sweet, sweet lover.’ His hips twitch into yours, giving you a few more half-thrusts to help empty himself. Your name echoes in his mind as he stills, breathing heavily, reeling from the rush of both his orgasm and yours.
The Martian leans his large forehead against your own, pulling his lips from yours, exhaling slowly.
You feel like you’re in another dimension. You might as well be, with the scene he’s projecting around the two of you. The supernova is still happening out of the corner of your eye, brilliant colors and fantastic displays of energy playing out before you. Every cell of your body is alive with sensation, trembling and tingling, your muscles like jello under the Alien still inside you.
J’onn smiles, eyes still closed, keeping his arms around you and his arousal buried deep. You run your fingertips lightly over his back, absentmindedly, reeling and basking in the waves of pleasure still coursing through your body as your cunt clenches and spasms around him, hypersensitive and reactive to his slightest movement.
‘That was-’
‘Mind-blowing.’ you finish his thought for him, surprising yourself at how quickly you knew what he was going to say.
The two of you stay tangled like this, floating a few feet above your bed, J’onn still projecting the deep space view around the two of you, breathing deep and enjoying the closeness of both body and soul. He’s warm and feverish from his performance, and you’re covered is a light sheen of perspiration. You feel at peace. Safe, exhausted, and satisfied beyond what you thought was possible.
Your sentiments are reflected in J’onn’s mind as well, but neither of you put any more tangible thought to what you’re feeling right now. You’re both content with just existing here together. Eventually, he does lower the two of you back on to your bed, and allows the scene to fade, soon being replaced by your own dreams as you drift off with him still inside of you. He doesn’t break your psychic link. He keeps it, strong as ever, wanting nothing more than to spend the night basking in the warmth of your beautiful mind.
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“J’onn… why did you change?” You ask, tilting your head a little as you watch him exit your bathroom. You have been seeing the Martian for a few weeks now, going on dates and spending time together, and tonight you finally invited him back to your place, for what you’re hoping to be a romantic evening.
It started off great, you and him lounging on your couch and talking about your week. But halfway through the bottle of wine you were sharing, he excused himself to use your restroom, and now you’re sad to see that he is no longer his normal green self, but the human version of himself that he shifts into when you two are in public together.
“My apologies,” he begins, his deep voice tinged with embarrassment, “from what I have learned of human dating expectations, I assumed your invitation back to your place insinuated the possibility of engaging in physical intimacy. I… wanted to be prepared. Please forgive me if I was bold to assume as much.”
You smile, and shake your head softly. “No, you read the situation correctly. I guess…” You blush a little, and rub your hand up and down your arm nervously, trying to get the goose bumps to go away, “I guess I was looking forward to seeing more of the real you.”
J’onn ponders your words for a moment. He wasn’t expecting this. He’s been with a couple human women before, but he never felt like they would be comfortable with him as he really is. They never asked.
“The real me.” He repeats back thoughtfully.
“Yes.” You stand up from the couch you two were sitting on and walk towards him as you explain. “I think you’re quite handsome either way, but I want you to be yourself around me. I really like you, J’onn. And I want to get to know more about you, especially about what makes you different.”
The Martian smiles down at you warmly. “If that’s the case… then I have a confession to make.”
“I’m all ears.” You reach for his hand and hold it in your own, encouraging him.
J'onn reaches his other hand out to caress your cheek gently, almost reverent in how he handles you.
“They way you’ve seen me… the way the rest of the league sees me, it isn’t actually my true Martian form.”
You raise your eyebrow in confusion. “No?”
“No. This…” you watch in awe as his human body morphs back into his familiar green features. "This, is a more humanoid version of my Martian self. When I first came to earth, I wanted to appear less frightening to humans, and opted to present myself this way."
Your mind is racing, curiosity getting the better of you. You're already enamored by him, you have been for a while now. But knowing you haven't even seen the real him yet makes your heart beat faster in anticipation. His deep red eyes look down at you with affection as he sees how excited you're getting.
"I… I want to see. Please? If you're comfortable, that is." You release his hand and bridge the gap between you, embracing the tall, green alien gently.
He accepts your embrace readily. "I haven't shared my true form with many people here on earth. I must warn you, it can be quite… jarring."
But even as he says this, you see him grin down at you, and feel his strong hands run through your hair. He knows you well enough by now that he's confident you won't be scared of him. Its one of the things he admires most about you, how accepting and open-minded you are, approaching the unknown with curiosity rather than fear.
It makes him feel safe with you.
"Maybe I'm in the mood to be jarred." You suggest with a sly smile. You lean up to place a kiss on his cheek, and wrap your arms around his neck as his hands shift down, resting on your waist. “I hope you know you can trust me."
Feeling you murmur into his neck and hold him so tenderly is affecting him. He wants to show you, to bare himself to you fully and see your reaction. He doesn't really think you'll respond negatively, but there's still something nagging at him, which gives him pause.
"I am willing to show you. But perhaps… not tonight. I don't want to ruin the mood."
You frown, and pull away just enough that you can look up at him again. "Ruin the mood? I don't understand."
"Allow me to explain. Martians don't engage in physical intimacy the same way humans do. I was hoping tonight would be about us getting closer, in a way that's comfortable for you. I don't want to distract from that. My Martian form doesn't have any reproductive organs that resemble what you're used to." He explains in his deep, calming voice that you've become extremely fond of as of late.
"J'onn, you're killing me." You groan, chuckling and leaning your head on his chest. He smells amazing, thanks to the cologne Clark recommended to him. As another alien who’s dated human women, J'onn has been consulting with his friend regularly for advice, most of which has helped his confidence tremendously in your budding relationship. "I don't know how else to say it. I want to know. I want to know it all. You know so much about humans and our way of life, but I want to know more about you. Who says our first time has to be what I'm most familiar with? I'm comfortable with you. As long as we go slow, I'm sure I'll enjoy myself."
J'onn smiles even wider at you response and holds you close to his chest, his hand still tangled in your hair. He's picturing it in his mind now, being with you and showing you how sex with a Martian can be, quite literally, mind-blowing. He would be lying if he said the idea didn't arouse him.
"Martians are a highly psychic people. Intimacy is rarely ever just a physical engagement, but the melding of two minds as well. Is that something you're comfortable with?" He asks. You can pick up the slight nervousness in his voice.
"Melding of minds?" You repeat back. "So in order for us to…be together, in that way, you'll have to read my mind?"
This does give you pause, your mind isn't exactly the most happy place. It is when you're with J'onn, but opening yourself up in such a way sounds intimidating. You're worried that he won't like what he sees. Every secret and embarrassing moment, does that mean he will know it all?
"Our minds will be connected. I will not intentionally pry into anything private, but yes. It involves being engaged together in the present moment. It allows for open communication to ensure both of our experiences are pleasurable, and so we can avoid any discomfort, if either of us wishes to stop."
The apprehension and anxiety you feel is overshadowed by your curiosity and growing arousal. They way he's holding you against him, gently massaging the back of your neck and explaining all this to you, it makes your heart beat faster and your stomach get a weird, fluttery feeling.
J'onn has always come across as very reserved and proper. Much to your delight, you've gotten to see a different side of him since he asked you out, and the more you get to see of his true personality, the more you adore him. How could you pass up the opportunity to take a peek into his beautiful mind?
Trying not to appear too eager, you lean up to place a few soft, warm kisses below his ear. "I want to try. I want to learn how to make you feel good. And I want to see the real you. Please?"
You asking so politely is endearing to him. His own pulse quickens as he thinks about how to make this work, with you not being a shapeshifter or psychic. He will have to do a lot of the work, at least the first time as you get used to him. But J'onn doesn't mind that one bit. He hopes this is the first time of many.
"Since you said please." He teases, releasing you from his embrace and staring down into your eyes. You gaze back up at him lovingly, but your eyes leave his when you notice his form shift once again. He grows a few inches taller, and his features contort and twist until his head is no longer rounded like a human skull, but elongated with ridges and small horns. His dark red eyes grow larger, and the muscles in his abdomen morph and change, causing his body shape to be slightly more… alien. There's no other word for him. Its different. He's unlike any creature you've ever seen.
But there's still an elegance about him. You don't find it unnerving or scary, but mesmerizing. Before you can stop yourself, you reach out to graze your fingertips over the green skin of his chest, marveling at how smooth and firm it feels. You trace the ridges and muscles, exploring him with your hands and familiarizing yourself with his true form.
"Is it safe to assume, you don't find my body off-putting?" He asks you with a chuckle. He can see the fascination in your eyes, but he wants to hear you say it.
"You're beautiful." You blurt out, now caressing him with both hands, slowly trailing them higher until you're reaching up to touch the small, blunt horns along his head. "Were all Martians as handsome as you? Or were they each different, like humans?"
Your flattery leaves him beaming, albeit slightly embarrassed. He places his hand over your own, holding it more firmly to the side of his face. "Like humans, a Martian's true form may vary in size and appearance. But on Ma'aleca'andra, we focused more on ones inner self, valuing beauty of thought over physical appearance."
"Please, show me." You ask in a low, almost desperate tone. You want to see his beautiful mind. You want to know all of him, and J'onn is happy to oblige, picking you up gently and taking you to your bedroom.
Summary: When disaster strikes on the Enterprise and the unavoidable happens, Bones is there to patch you up again.
Character(s): Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Montgomery "Scotty" Scott, James "Jim" Kirk, Christine Chapel
Warning(s): Wounds, Minor character death, Violence, Cursing
Leonard wasn't sure how his day could possibly get worse. Three cases of Ankarian flu, several engineers came in with all manner of abrasions and burns, and an ensign went into anaphylactic shock. All in the last two hours.
The one thing he had been looking forward to all day was seeing you. Today you were scheduled for your bi-monthly physical. Despite the engineering department being notorious for having the most casualties, you were one of the few exceptions.
You were always careful and aware of your surroundings and you never made silly mistakes. It was one of the things Leonard really liked about you, but that also meant he didn't see you as much as he'd like to. At least you were taking care of yourself. If that meant he only got to see your beautiful smile a few times a week, it was worth it.
Leonard looked down at his PADD and frowned. You were late, which was very unlike you. He had tried to call you multiple times, but you weren't answering any of his messages. After about thirty minutes of waiting, Leonard dialed Scotty.
"Hello?" Scotty said. In the background Bones could hear what sounded like a hundred hammers banging on pipes. That was his first clue to what was holding you up.
"Scotty, where is-" Leonard started, but was cut off by the head engineer.
"Ah! Doctor, what can I do you for?"
Bones huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Lieutenant Y/L/N is late for her medical exam," He grumbled.
"Oh yeah! She mentioned something about that. Is it that time already?" Scotty asked. "We're a little busy down here. I'll send her up when we get this figured out." Suddenly there was a loud hissing sound. It was so loud that Leonard had to pull the communicator away from his ear.
"Dear god man! what's going on down there?" Bones talked over the static.
"Something strange is happening with the warp core. We're running on a power shortage."
"Power shortage? What do you mean, power shortage?" Bones implored. As if in response, the lights dimmed with a dangerous sounding hum before brightening again. "Ah. That power shortage."
"Losing power up in med bay!" Scotty announced to his crew before responding to Bones. "Don't you worry doctor, we have all hands on deck to figure out what is draining the power. When we do, I'll send your lass up for her physical."
"How long is this gonna take?" Leonard furrowed his brows.
"Oh at the rate we're going at, I'd say a couple hours at least-"
"A couple hours?! Forget it. Just tell Y/N I'll get with her later to reschedule." Bones ran a hand over his face.
"You got it lad!" Scotty hung up.
An hour went by and the power outages were growing more frequent. Leonard couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible was about to happen. But of course he was a doctor, not a psychic.
Bones busied himself at his desk filling out some patient reports, when a low rumble coursed through the ship. It vibrated the floors and walls, shaking the contents of Leonard's long forgotten coffee mug. When the shaking slowed, the lights slowly faded out and didn't turn back on.
"What the hell are they doing down there? Opening a god-damned back hole?" Bones shoved aside his chair and stormed out of his office.
The nurses in the medbay already had out their flashlights and were pulling open the automatic doors, which had frozen in place with the power outage.
"Back up generators should be switching on any minute" Nurse Chapel said as she fiddled with her PADD screen. They waited in tense silence for the lights to come on. When nothing happened, Leonard grabbed a flashlight of his own.
"I'm getting to the bottom of this mess." He grumbled and marched toward the door, only to be thrown against the wall by some strange force. The nurses, biobeds and all manner of medical equipment felt the impact as well. Dimly, Bones registered a loud boom from deep within the enterprise that rattled his insides. What followed was the sound of emergency sirens and flashing red lights.
"Everyone okay?" Leonard called out as he pulled himself up. There were various murmurs of agreement as the nurses regained their balance. Dr M'Benga rushed in soon after, along with a steady flow of medical personnel. Everyone worked in a frenzy to prep the medbay for...whatever it was that was happening.
"Jim! medbay to bridge! Pick up dammit!" Leonard hollered into his communicator over the blaring sirens.
"Bones! Read you loud and clear!" Jim responded.
"What in god's name is going on? are we under attack?!" Leonard could barely hear himself think over the sound of the red alert.
"Not entirely sure."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means, i'll get back to you on that. Right now I need a medical team down in engineering ASAP!"
Leonard felt his stomach drop. That must have been where the explosion was. 'All hands on deck' Scotty had said. So many people were down there. He was down there.
You were down there. Dammit.
Leonard hung up and grabbed his kit "Alpha shift, you're coming with me to engineering. Beta and Gamma shift, stay here and get ready. I have a feeling we're gonna be busy."
~~~
Down in engineering, you struggled to stand. Your legs felt weak and your head was pounding. The room was spinning and it was unbearably hot. You couldn't hear anything at first, the ringing was so bad. Then the ringing turned into sirens, then into shouting. Your eyes adjusted to the lights.
There was fire everywhere. The whole engine room was a mess of destroyed systems and fallen cross beams. You couldn't recall what happened at first, then slowly you remembered the alien device. the one harvesting the power. There must have been multiple, and they must have been bombs.
Amid the grogginess, you heard your communicator beeping. It was Scotty.
"M'here boss" Your voice sounded much more hoarse than you were expecting. you must have been screaming when you went down.
"Where are you? I've been trying to find you!" Scotty yelled from the other end.
"I'm by the eastern bulkhead." You pushed yourself up on your knees to survey your surroundings.
"That's perfect! Captain says they see an unfamiliar ship closing in. Given the circumstances, we can assume it's not too friendly."
"Affirmative," You whole-heartedly agreed as you struggled to your feet.
"We haven't enough power for shields. The captain needs us to redirect all the power to the warp coils."
You huffed, catching your breath. "Consider it done, be careful Scotty." you hung up and hooked your communicator to your belt. The smoke was terrible and it was hard to breathe, but you had a job to do. You grabbed a rogue toolkit and rushed toward one of the massive power panels. On the way there, you saw something that froze you in your tracks.
It was an ensign trapped under a large pipe. She appeared to be incapacitated. You dropped everything and rushed over to her.
"Nella! Can you hear me?" You cried out. She didn't respond. "Nella, I'm going to get you out of here! Just hold on!"
You grabbed one end of the pipe and started lifting, but it wouldn't budge. "Come on!" You grunted, putting everything you had into it. You pulled and pulled, but you couldn't free her alone. "Help! over here! Someone!"
Footsteps. Your prayers had been answered. Dr. McCoy came rushing around the corner with his med kit and those strong arms you needed right about now.
"Leonard! Thank god, I need your help! She's trapped, I can't get it myself!" You swallowed the lump in your throat. You were so glad to see him, Bones always seemed to appear just when you needed him.
Leonard froze when he saw the ensign on the floor and held up his tricorder.
"Come on doctor, we gotta get it off of her" You said through gritted teeth, fighting to lift the pipe off your fellow engineer.
Leonard's scanner beeped and he sighed. "Y/N, I... I'm sorry." He placed a firm hand on your shoulder.
You froze, trying to comprehend what he meant by that. "You...what?" You asked in a daze.
"She's gone Y/N," he squeezed your shoulder.
You let go of the pipe and turned your gaze to the ceiling. You were on the verge of a breakdown and you needed to stay calm. There were other people, living people, who needed your help right now. You pressed the heels of your palms to your eyes and took a deep breath.
Leonard moved his hand to your back. "Lieutenant, we have to go."
You steeled yourself, grabbed your tool bag from the ground and darted toward the power panel. Leonard grunted and hurried after you.
"The doors are this way! where are you going?" Bones caught up with you as you navigated the mess of wires, pipes, and rubble.
"To redirect the power!"
"Slow down dammit, you're injured!"
"If I don't transfer the power to the warp coils, all of us are gonna be dealing more than just a few bumps and scrapes, Doctor"
"What you have there is not a 'scrape' Darlin' you've practically sprung a leak!"
"Perfect! You can follow my blood trail!" Everything was going wrong. This was one big, terrible nightmare. The floor shook again and you stumbled forward into the power panel. Leonard fell into you from behind, that was when you noticed the searing pain in your side.
"Shit," you winced.
"What did I tell ya?" Leonard grumbled as he helped you up. You reached for the controls, only to find the displays were fried. With a cry of defeat, you slammed your fist into the keyboard.
"Nothing can ever be EASY, can it?! Time to get creative then!" You went to the side of the panel and pried it open to reveal it's mechanical innards. "You work on me, I'll work on this!"
Bones didn't need to be told twice. He dove into his medical bag for his hypo spray and bandages; meanwhile, you were looking for the command cable that would allow you to divert all the power coming into the panel to the warp coils.
You ignored the sting of the hypo entering your neck and focused on finding your coveted wire.
"Lifting your dress Lieutenant." Leonard warned, already gripping the bottom hem.
"Do what you gotta do doctor, modesty is the last thing on my mind right now." You groused as you dug deeper into the panel. Not that modesty was an issue, you were wearing leggings after all.
He lifted your dress and winced on your behalf. Bones gave it some sort of antibacterial spray that burned like hell despite the pain medicine he injected you with. The barrage of what you assumed to be phaser cannons didn't lighten up. The floor kept shaking, but neither of you payed it any mind.
The world seemed to slow as you finally found the cable. "YES!" You beamed, ripping it out of it's socket.
"Woah, woah, woah. You're messin' up your bandages!"
"No time for bandages! I have to get these cables into that panel" You pointed across the destroyed engine room. "That'll reroute the power, then we can get the hell out of here!" You struggled to stand amid the shaking and Leonard hoisted you up. If the circumstances weren't so terrible, you would have relished in the feeling of his arms around you. Unfortunately, time was of the essence. Once you were on your feet, you were already running through the wreckage to the panel. Leonard was hot on your heels, shielding his face from the flames as he ran.
A powerful crash sent you flying forward yet again, knocking the wind out of you. Behind you, Leonard was in a similar predicament. You didn't stop. All you had to do was plug it in, then the enterprise would finally be out of danger. You tore into the panel. This time you knew just where the cord was supposed to go. You ripped the old cord free and replaced it with the new one.
Instantly you felt the ship lurch forward. All at once, the shaking stopped. The familiar hum of the warp coils lulled you into a sense of ease. You were back on your feet, the ground steady beneath you. You turned and found Bones, pulling himself off the ground. Your relief was immeasurable. It was all over. The ship was safe.
Leonard was safe.
You smiled so brightly, Bones was sure it out shined even the brightest star in the galaxy.
Unfortunately for you, the universe was against you that day. You took one step toward him and your world lit up. You saw nothing. The only thing you felt was pain. The last thing you heard before drifting away was the sound of Leonard, crying out for you.
~~~
An incessant beeping stirred you from your slumber, that and the terrible ache you felt in every part of your body. It took a long time for you to work up the courage to open your eyes, but when you did, you were blinded by the overhead lights in the medbay.
You groaned and tried to shield your eyes with your arm, but you just felt so weak. Instead, you closed your eyes and hoped your head would stop throbbing
"Lights at 50%" A familiar voice drawled.
You peeked your eyes open again and hummed approvingly at the light levels.
"Hey darlin'...how are you feeling?" Leonard asked as he sat on the edge of your biobed. He looked so tired. You just wanted to reach up, take his face into your hands and hold him until he fell into a restful sleep.
"Like I was swallowed by the sun and spit back out again." You tried to smile.
"Well, at least you're feeling something." He placed the back of his hand on your forehead. "I'd be mighty worried if you felt nothing at all."
You closed your eyes and sighed, relishing in his gentle touch. "How are you feeling?" You asked softly.
He chuckled lowly and slowly pulled his hand away. "You nearly get blown to bits and you're asking me how i'm doing?"
"Have you slept?" You ignored his question.
Leonard sighed "you are something else... Not yet. Don't think I could fall asleep if I tried," he reached up and tapped on the screen of the biobed to check your vitals. You wanted to say something, anything. You wanted to thank him, reassure him, tell him you'd do it all again if you had to.
"I'm gonna check your bandages sweetheart. It might sting a little, but I'll try to be gentle," he said whispered.
"I trust you Len," you gave him a tired smile.
Bones pulled back the sheet on the bed. Your arms were all bandaged and one of your legs was in a cast. You couldn't see the rest of you under the hospital gown. The cold air stung your burns and you clenched your teeth. Leonard pulled up the side of the gown to check your cut. You had nearly forgotten about that wound amidst all your new ones.
"Just as I thought," he muttered "Time to change your bandages. Y/N, are you-"
"Patch me up, doc." You closed your eyes and tried to relax.
Leonard frowned and heaved a sigh through his nose. He brought his hands to the bandages, but stopped just sort of cutting them off. He was much quieter than usual. You were used to his grumpy complaining, his witty banter. His silence was unsettling, his hesitation even more so.
"Bones?" You whispered.
"Y/N, I...." He trailed off and looked at you. His eyes glistened with unshed tears. The sight of him so distraught... You didn't know what you were feeling. You focused hard and ignored the pain as you lifted your arm.
"H-hey, don't-" he started. You ignored him and brought your hand to his cheek. He closed his eyes and swallowed thickly.
"I'm not going anywhere..." You said softly. "Not now, not ever."
"You can't possibly promise me that darlin'..." His voice came out as a broken rumble.
"I can't promise you that I won't get hurt... I can't promise that I will never be in danger. But I can promise that no matter what happens to me, I will always come back to you... who else would I trust to make me better again?" You brushed your thumb over his cheekbone. He ghosted his fingertips over your hand and pressed a tender kiss to your palm.
It was then that you knew everything had changed.
"I'm gonna hold you to that," Leonard whispered against your skin.
"I wish you'd hold me in other ways too," you giggled.
Leonard smiled and shook his head. "We'll discuss all that when you're better."
