@return-of-a-space-cowboy I COME BARING FOOD. MAYBE NOT THE BLACKMORE CONTENT WE WANTED, BUT THE BLACKMORE CONTENT WE NEEDED.... Apologies if he's out of character
Oh, Be Tender
Notes: Wounds and blood, NSFW, blow jobs hehe. I think Blackmore calls you ma'am once but after that I tried to be gender neutral for all the Blackmore simps
He would be home on the next storm that passed through, that's what Blackmore had told you days ago. You knew you could trust him, but with his line of work, it was easy to worry, and for your mind to wander
The storm raged on. And yet, you waited for him, heart aching for the man you called yours. The awning above you shielded you from the rain. Lightning illuminated the water falling from the sky occasionally. You counted the seconds between each strike. At this point you could worry the lightning would get him before any assassin.
Lightning struck again, and this time you saw his figure, heart beating right into your chest. But something was wrong; he wasn't in the sky. Instead, Blackmore was walking on the ground.
You had the mind to grab your umbrella before you ran out to him, boots kicking up puddles in the mud around you. Blackmore could barely be heard over the rain saying your name, before he collapsed into your arms. His sopping wet figure clung to you and your clothes, a cold nose pressing deep into the crook of your neck, sighing your name again, deeply and full of clouded emotion.
"Y/n."
"What's happened?"
Blackmore whined in pain, saying nothing but leaning slightly to the side, opening his left arm to show you his stomach. Despite the dark coating and the night sky, you could still see the odd hole in his poncho and shirt, and the dark liquid staining his wrist.
"You got shot?" You deduced.
"I stopped most of the bleeding using rain droplets, but the bullet is still in me... 'm so~rry..." You sushed him quickly with a soft kiss, guiding him home without trying to drop your umbrella.
After dropping him down on your bed, you quickly strip Blackmore of his poncho and peel away his bloody shirt. He has two bullet wounds, not just one. Definitely not good, but it could be worse. Blackmore's nerves are steeled throughout the process of you grabbing towels, tweezers, and water. At the time you didn't have the right equipment you wished you had. A stupid mistake. Blackmore normally came home with wounds in need of patching up, but it's never been bullet holes until tonight. You should've prepared for more, but alas, there isn't time to beat yourself up. You needed to help him.
You sterilized your pair of tweezers before bringing them to light, "I'm going to try and get the bullets out. I need you to stay absolutely still, so I don't do anymore damage, okay?" Blackmore nodded,
"Yes ma'am." His hand grabbed on to the bedframe for dear life, knuckles turning pale, but his body was stiff and still. He'd try his best to be still for you.
You got to work quickly, not wanting to doddle. Your hand was steady, shockingly. You weren't sure where you found the strength, but you were able to get the pieces of metal out of his abdomen. They came out in one clean try each, getting added to the small tray you left out for them, collecting in a small puddle of Blackmore's blood. After that was done, you wiped away the wet and dried blood surrounding the wounds, finding his pale skin underneath. The bleeding had slowed, but didn't show any signs of stopping. All you had to stop it was padding and gauze. It would have to do. For now.
"Honestly Blackmore. Leaving me alone for so long and only coming back to make me patch you up. It's almost unforgivable." You hid your paranoia with gentle jests as you wound the gauze around his midsection. "You're lucky you're good looking, I just can't say no to a face like yours." You added on, hoping it was clear enough for him to know you were only joking. You didn't want him to feel guilty. It's not like he could control it. You did wish the president didn't work him so hard.
Blackmore grunted lightly with the final knot in his bandages. You sat back to appreciate your handy work, "It isn't much, but it'll do. After this storm lets up, I'll go and see if I can't find a real doctor who can patch you up the way you need it." A sweet kiss was added to his precious face. You cupped his cheek with your hand, staring into those deep blue eyes. They were hazy, as any would after losing so much blood. But they were open, if not a little droopy, as he stared back at you with devout adoration, caressing the back of your palm with his thumb.
"You did your best. Thank you." You kissed again, silencing him before he said more. "'m sorry for making you worry."
"Don't be, dear. I'm just happy that you're here again."
Your kisses slowly got more sensual and deeper, as his mouth opened to yours, playing with your tongue with his. You found yourself on top of your husband, letting loose his wet hair and burying your fingers in his locks. You didn't add any weight on him, that only made Blackmore more needy for you. He craved your weight on his chest, it made him feel secure and safe in your arms.
It has been days since you've felt him so close, had him in your arms. Your core burned for more of him, heart racing in your chest with every whine and gentle moan of appreciation coming from Blackmore's mouth. Despite your burning lungs begging for air you never wanted to leave his candy lips.
For Blackmore's sake, you finally pulled away from your trap. Gasping for breath against each other's mouths, afraid of splitting too far apart. He stared into your gorgeous eyes more, until the line of saliva connecting your lips snapped and pulled him out of his lustful stupor. In a fit of embarrassment he looked away, ashamed, wiping the shared drool away in his palm. "I'm sorry... I got a little carried away."
You pulled his head back, pressing your forehead against his temple. "Don't be, love... It's clear we both enjoyed it." The hand against his chest began to move. From beneath his bandages you could see his ribs. No matter what you did, this man would not gain any weight. You worked hard, but this man's metabolism worked harder. He was stick thin, but he was beautiful to you. Your hands brushed against his skin, not adding any pressure as they glided against his chest and gauze, down to the skin tempting you above his jeans. You forced down the saliva collecting in your mouth.
"Let's get you out of these pants. You're soaked down to the bone, it isn't good for you." Blackmore didn't oppose you. He waited patiently with wide eyes, for you to fumble with his belt and the button of his jeans. Even before they were pulled down you could see his member trying to break free from his briefs. You shot him a sly look. "Looks like you're a lot happier to see me than I thought."
"You have no idea." Your husband nervously giggled, biting his first two knuckles.
Your lips followed your fingers, trailing delicate kisses over his gauze and his hot bulge still locked away in his underwear. "There has to be some way I can repay you for all your hard work..."
Now his pupils threatened to take over his irises. The perfect picture of your mouth on his cock was driving his heart wild. "Y-Ya really don't need to do that, sugar. Besides I... I won't be able to do anything for you."
"Don't worry about that, honey. Just relax, and let me take care of you. You deserve it." The sentence was punctuated with you pulling down the rest of his briefs.
Your lips teased the line of skin running down to his length, kissing him and adding tiny kitten licks until you found his weeping cock head. "So sensitive... We haven't done anything and you've already ruined your britches." You didn't say anymore and instead decided to indulge in his salty length. Immediately Blackmore was a groaning mess. All he could do was collapse backwards and melt into your mouth. It didn't take much at all to get him trembling underneath you.
You tasted his cum leaking into the back of your throat already. He pulsated on your tongue and it only made you more desperate to swallow him whole.
"Y-You're s-so pretty." He wheezed while his hand weakly reached for your hair. "S-So pretty. I'm so lucky to have you, Y/n."
There were practically hearts in his eyes as he stared down at you taking him completely in your mouth.
After being frozen for a moment, you decided on swapping out your mouth for your hand, slowly pumping his length so you could tell him, "...I feel just the same, Blackmore. I love you, 'nd I'll always be here to take care of you when you need me most." You teasingly added a light peck on his cock head. With no more than a strangled moan as a warning, Blackmore came on your mouth, his spend leaking down the side of his length and sticking to your lips. You watched in shock as he came down from the high of his orgasm, letting loose high pitched whines for you from his trembling lips.
You looked up to see his hands hiding his eyes, dark red blush covering his face. "Guess I was more excited to see you than I thought... 'm sorry." He nervously laughed, hiding his face more.
After licking away the cum sticking to your face you moved to sit next to him in bed. Blackmore immediately moved to be cuddled up in your arms, careful for his wounds but quickly wrapping you up in his slim arms. You both shared a languid kiss, Blackmore tasting his spend on your lips, rewarding you with another soft moan.
"You're so good t'me." He sighed. He moved again to cuddle into your chest, staring up at you with eyes that suggested you were a higher being compared to him. "Too good... I still wanna please you, too. Maybe I can't use my body, or my mouth right now. But I can still use my hand if you'd like!"
You shot a look down at the hand resting on your thigh. Earlier you were too busy trying to get Blackmore out of the rain and patched up. There wasn't any time for him to wash up, you just needed to make sure he was safe, as well as satisfied. Who knows when was the last time he washed his hands, or what kind of junk he's been putting them in.
"No, thanks. I'll be fine, I'm sure you'll remember to pay me back after your wounds have healed."
"Are y'sure?"
"Yes sir. Now, why don't we get you in a nice, hot bath? Then we can both fall asleep listening to the rain together."
"That does sound good." He smiled slightly, "But can we eat something before we go to bed maybe? I'm starving."
"Of course, love. I should be able to whip something up while you wash off." You added one last kiss on his nose, and set out to start a bath.
wait im crying already thinking of a stargazing with bbh soft fic 🥺 edie ive missed you - 🦄
Awwwww Lay Anon, I missed you too!
Don’t ask me (or god don’t ask @feedmeramyun) why, but your lovely request kind of came back to me this week though a kind of osmosis, and I came up with a plot for BBH in a second before bed one night only to remember in the morning you’d requested the same idea! I figure that’s gotta be some kind of sign... ✨
ah FUCK im almost out of queued and drafted posts on chlorinated-hopepunk :( send me solarpunk, anticapitalist resource, hopepunk, and i guess cleancore posts if you've got em
