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latimeria-fell-from-heaven · 3 years ago

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Last ask i promise!! Just came back from reading all of ur enjou writing for real(made sure of it) and im fkgn hot as shit im bothered im gonna stay hornknee for the year thank u✋🏻😭💀(sorry for flooding ur ask box. Really i am)

I can't stop imagining him as an awkward virgin and is now sex crazed pussy drunk and can't life without breeding us every second of the day✋🏻😭🥲 now he's possessive as shit and can't even let another lector see us for two second too long🥺 no he wont attac his own kind no🥺, he just come to us and made sure we're his and his alone, we're okay if we get a little preggy no? For him? Right?🥺

hi hi anon!

oh it's fine! i don't mind you sending in enjou thirsts, in fact, i always look forward to them every time i post a new one! and it's fine that you flooded my inbox lol, i was just confused, so don't feel bad!

also yesss, i feel like enjou would start out as some awkward virgin who can't even fuck you properly, gets so flustered, and doesn't even know that he has such a big dick. but after becoming fuck buddies with you and then getting together with you, he's no longer the awkward and flustered enjou you'd fucked back in enkanomiya; now you can't even go a day without enjou fucking and cumming inside you at least once. not that you're complaining, in fact, you're enjoying yourself a little too much.

and i feel that while he'd been okay with leaving you in the company of a fellow lector or herald, he can't stop that deep itch that rises in his body that wants to keep you at his side no more than a few feet away at best. a clawed hand on the small of your back, hip, or your thigh, it doesn't matter, he craves having you close to him at all times, although he seems to like cuddling and enclosing around you when laying down, quite a lot actually. he doesn't know why he's feeling like this, but it isn't long before he gives in, if only a little. ( pls, he just wants attention and affection )

nsfw below!

being brought into the abyss was surely an experience, especially seeing as you weren't even supposed to be there in the first place, seeing as you were a human surrounded by countless abyss heralds, mages, and other lectors. they'd all stared you down, hungrily eyeing you like predators wanting to rip apart prey and eagerly watch it bleed out and die. so you just further edged yourself into enjou's side, and hold in your fear as best as you can whilst enjou glides alongside to where he'd said you could stay.

first, he had slipped off to the abyss majesty, the one who was behind all this, to at least inform them of your presence, of your relationship, and the benefits of keeping you around. it took him a while, with you standing nervously near some abyss herald's, who didn't seem too pleased to be having you within such close proximity, much less in the abyss with the rest of them, but they seemed to hold their much darker intentions back well enough. and for that reason, you just shut your mouth and keep your body stiff and upright.

when enjou returns, he silently waves off the heralds, and they grumble begrudgingly but leave peacefully, much to your relief. " e-enjou, i swear they were gonna kill me," you shudder and groan, a bit dramatically, but you deserved it. if it were for him, you'd definitely be torn to shreds, but torturously slowly as they peeled back your skin and exposed your twitching muscles-

" ughhhh," you cry out, hugging your arms into your body, enjou chuckling as he wraps an armored arm around your shoulders, assuring you that you did great and that you weren't gonna die. " would you like me to carry you?" he asks gently, and you nod vigorously, sighing happily as he scoops you up with ease, letting you wrap your legs and arms around his warm body, nuzzling your back into the nape of his warm neck, and you make sure to avoid the burnt-red spikes that jut from the crown of his head.

the area is nothing like you'd expectedーit resembles the architecture of enkanomiya, but somehow more foreign, more ancient. of course, it's not in ruins like the said area was, thank goodness, but you had still found it beautiful nonetheless. it's almost like a mansion, extravagant and beautiful and incredibly spacious, although much darker, and each time you peek outside, all you can see is a distorted, swirling mess of what resembles a starry whirlwind, and you can make out constellations that constantly glow in and out of existence, but are quickly snuffed out by the swirling darkness.

an endless darkness...

a part of you wonders if you'll be swallowed up by it completely if you got too careless, and you decide to keep that thought in mind as to never stray too far from where you reside. besides, you don't need to give the abyss mages and heralds any more reason to tear you apart.

enjou said that you could leave when you wished, like stepping back into your home as to not raise suspicions, as he reassures that he can always visit whenever he feels like it. but even you notice how he doesn't seem too keen on the idea of leaving your side for too long, seeming so stiff when you leave through the swirling portal. andー

he'd grown incredibly bolder and more handsy than when you'd first met him.

" e-enjou-HIIIIII?! O-OH, R-RIGHT THERE-THERE-!!♡♡" you shriek loudly, your voice breaking as you try and grip onto the black marble pillar in front of you. you can feel enjou's knot rubbing right against your sopping wet cunt, seemingly teasing you as you near another orgasm, like he knows how much you want him to shove it in already. but he's grown bolder, purposefully teasing you right when you're about to cum and slowing his thrusts, his monster cock pressed right up against your g-spot and driving you crazy. fuuucckkk, how long had he kept you going like this? you forgot after the fifth orgasm, but now you didn't care; you just wanted to cum around his huge cock and feel his cum inside of you already.

" M-MORE, E-ENJOU-OUGHHHH-!! P-PLEASHE, I-I'M GONNA-!" you can't stop moaning loudly, your body feels too good, utterly numb, and drunk on pleasure. you push your hips back in a desperate attempt to push his thick and bulbous knot in your oversensitive cunt, but a harsh squeeze to your hips leaves you reeling and choking back squeals. you can vaguely hear him darkly chuckle at your pathetic attempt, and as if to further taunt you, enjou starts to push his huge knot past your swollen pussy folds, and you moan happily. finally, oh god-!

" OUNMGHHHH-?! h-hey h-hold on-"

you groan when you feel enjou drag his hips back, pulling the rest his knot out of your soaked cunt and dragging his huge cock against the wet and tight walls of your contracting pussy. " e-enjou, p-pleashe...'m gonna cum, i wanna cum," you sob, turning your head to face the lector that's rubbing his knot against your pussy, drool seeping out of the corners of your mouth. but you don't care, you just want him to knot you already and cum already. if you had to beg like a whore, then so be it.

enjou chuckles, sadistically amused by your desperate pleas and he gently squeezes your hips as if to reassure you. " i can't help it ( name )," he breathes heavily, voice as deep and distorted as ever," you're just so adorable y'know?" you loudly whine, your lips pursing together as you feebly glare at him, to which he laughs and presses his knot against your eager and awaiting cunt once more.

" haha, alright, no need to get so worked up now my love." he starts to push his knot past your folds once, and you let out a shaky, satisfied moan. you were so sensitive already, and you could already feel yourself-

"-HIIIIIIII?!"

you shriek as enjou shoves the entirety of his thick knot and the rest of his monster cock into your core, and it makes his thick head press and rub right up against your puckering cervix. just the force of his thrust alone forces your walls to spasm and pulse violently around his thick, and your moans become louder when you feel more of his creamy cum being forced into your wombーthere's no more room inside of you, he can't possibly-

" nonono, e-enjou, pleasheee-'s no more room-!! OUMNNNGHHHHH-?!"

" it's okay, it's oka-hnmghhhh! it'll fit inside of you-ghhhh-!"

he lets out animalistic moans as he grinds himself against you while he empties out his cum into you, with you losing your already weakened grip on the smooth pillar, but you still will yourself to hold on tight. your leg muscles have long since gotten used to being turned into jelly from the countless sessions with your beloved enjou, but they still shudder and shake out of reflex.

when you glance down, you can see your tummy bulging even more as it grows heavier with his cum, and a twinge of arousal momentarily finds life in your core, adding to the heavy sensation and making it feel even more pleasurable. haahh, shit, you were really a pervert for enjoying something as lewd and dirty as this.

weak whimpers escape your plush lips when you feel enjou's hips pull back from where he'd been pressed against the fat of your ass, and his knot begins to deflate before he slowly pulls his monster cock out of your tight pussy, groaning all the while as creamy rivulets leak out.

" mnnnhhhh-"

a particularly high-pitched moan leaves your mouth as he finally pulls his now limp cock out, and it becomes slightly louder as you feel his cum beginning to pour out onto the floor beneath you, and you let out a disappointed whimper, already missing the feeling of being stuffed full. your legs and arms are completely numb, and you can feel them starting to give out, but enjou seems to have seen that, thank god, and gently but quickly swings his magma red arms underneath the small of your back and under your legs.

" nmmm...thank you..." you softly whisper, lifting your head to stare at him, gingerly smiling before pressing your lips to the side of his armored face. he hums in content, and gingerly nuzzles his face into your hair as he attempts to stroke the underside of your calves with his warm fingers, but only succeeding in barely nudging them.

" would you like me to run a bath for you?" he questions, and you perk up at the mention of a nice, warm bath.

" yes pleaseee," you grin happily, dragging out your words as you begin to pepper enjou's face with soft kisses, cupping it and holding it in place so he wouldn't try and run away from your affections. said lector chuckles in happiness and lets you do so, having no desire to stop your affections. he seems to be happily soaking it up and basking in it.

it's an adorable sight really.

your enjou is so cute♡

" hnmmm! mnffffff!"

you bite back moans, your fingers digging into the desk in front of you as you try and ignore the lewd squelching that's coming from right behind you. right where enjou is busy pounding into your pussy from. instead, you try and focus on the aged book that lies open on the desk, but the way the lector sloppily slides his huge cock in and out of your cunt makes it hard to even properly hold the book still, much less focus on the small printed words.

" e-enjou, s-slow down sweeti-hiiiiiii?!" you bite down on your lower lip, hard enough to taste iron in your mouth and hiss as the pain, as he angles his thrusts perfectly into your g-spot, making your pussy walls spasm once more as white fills your vision and your thighs briefly clench up, before relaxing.

but enjou doesn't stop his thrusts; he keeps thrusting into you without abandon, letting out guttural groans as he keeps fucking up into you. he has one hand clenched around your hip while the other traps you against the desk, pressing your chest flat against the smooth surface.

" sh-shit, you're so tight around me love.." he groans, sighing in pleasure at how tightly you squeeze down around him and how good your pretty pussy feels around his monster cock. you can feel yourself stupidly smilingーenjou had been fucking you on a near-daily basis now, even more so than he'd normally. not that you minded, oh god no, you were utterly addicted to how well enjou fucked you. you had to admit, seeing him in his true lector form, towering over you, oozing power and knowing he could easily manhandle you and fit his huge monster cock in your small, tight pussy and fill you up with loads of thick cumー

fuck you were a pervert.

" enjou, don't stop fucking me, okay?♡♡"

you adjust your head until you're staring him right in his glowing red eyes, giving him the familiar perverted smile that he'd come to know and completely adore.

" keep on fucking me 'kay?♡♡" you whimper as you adjust your body, moaning at the sensation of enjou's monster cock rubbing against your walls with each move you make, and turning yourself over until you're lying on your back and facing your beloved lector. at your words, he begins to speed up, having now adjusted to the new position. you let out a series of happy moans, wrapping your legs around his waist and trapping him against your slick folds.

but you know he enjoys that more than anything else.

" mnghhhh! o-oh god yes♡-r-right there enjou♡, right there♡-nnuohhhhngaaahhh!"

you tug on his toned burnt red arms, and as he leans closer, you wrap your arms around his neck, forcing him to arch his upper body over you. he grunts in surprise and you can see his eyes briefly widen as you take him by surprise with your swift actions.

" -urry up enjou," you whine as you attempt to push your hips up against his crotch to get any sort of friction," want your big cock, i want your huge cock to fuck my pussy, i want-

OHOOOHHHHGGHAAAH?!♡♡"

a loud choked shriek leaves your mouth as enjou starts animalistically thrusting into you, using the hand that gripped your hip to pull you down on his cock, making the tummy bulge his huge cock was making even more prominent and noticeable. tears began to stain your cheeks as the pleasure began to become overwhelming, but you were still so happy that enjou was pounding into you, it felt so fucking good-!!

" I'M CUH-♡♡HHhHhMM-NG!♡♡"

your eyes shoot open wide, your teeth clenching as your toes curl into your feet, your orgasm washing over you completely. you choke on your breath when you feel hot, sticky loads of cum being poured into your cunt, and you whimper loudly when you feel creamy spurts leak out of your stuffed cunt. your back stings from the desk beneath you digging into your skin, but you don't care. you're too horny at this point and seeing how enjou was shallowly thrusting into you, he wasn't done yet.

oh fuck it, the book could wait for now.

" ♡ more...i need more...♡"

his cock twitches inside of you.

" fuck me, enjou...♡"

" enjou, your hair's getting long..." you muse aloud, brushing your fingerings through the smooth raven locks and occasionally brushing your fingertips against his pointed ears. " oh, is that so?" he asks, curiously watching you play with his hair, and humming with content at the sensation of your nails dragging against his pale scalp. " yeah, look, the hair around your face has gotten long," you gently tugged on the locks to prove your point, and he glances at your fingers, seemingly thinking.

" hmmm, true, i'll have to trim it later..." he muses, brows furrowing as he goes to grasp the strands himself, before sighing. " it's okay, just wanted to point it out," you reply, before pressing a small kiss against his temple, and he hums in gratitude. you shift on his lap, adjusting yourself until your legs don't feel squashed anymore, your fingers gripping his broad shoulders tight. and enjou silently watches you all the while, before he rests his cheek against your chest, nuzzling into the warmth of your body and sighing out in content.

you hum, continuing to stroke his hair soothingly. his arms feel so warm around you, well his entire body does, but you digress. enjou was so cute when he-

" mnghhhh?!"

you let out a noise of surprise and jolt forward when you feel warm hands dip under your shirt and immediately go to grasp your boobs. " h-hey w-wait enjou-" your sentence is cut off when his fingers rub against your nipples, and you bite your lip to keep a particularly lewd moan from escaping your lips. it's not like it's the first time he's gone to play with your nipples, but it always catches you off guard each time. it doesn't feel particularly pleasurable for you, but it's not uncomfortable either, so you just let him do it regardless.

you pause, before loosening your fingers and bringing them under the hem of your shirt and you pull the fabric upwards until your bare chest is exposed, your soft nipples now having become pebbled nubs because of enjou's ministrations.

" go ahead," is all you need to say, and he doesn't waste a second, his mouth going to latch onto your left nipples, while his right hand goes to tug and pinch the other nub. you grunt, the wet sensation of his warm mouth sucking and licking at your nipple sending small shivers up your spine, but even so, you continue to stroke his head. even through the wet suckling and tugging of fingers, you still found enjou adorable. the way he suckles on the pebbled nubs reminds you of when he was still that inexperienced and awkward virgin.

" heh, do you like my boobs that much?" you teasingly ask, his burnt chestnut eyes only glancing up for a spare second before he continues suckling away, only letting out a low hum in response.

you grunt when you feel a bulge starting to rub against the curve of your ass, and you don't have to look to know what it is; you only shift your hips to rub against it, and he groans around your nipple, his dark brows furrowing in arousal. his free hand starts fondling the curves of your ass and you shudder at the ticklish sensation, pervertedly grinning as heat begins to pool down into your core.

" do you wanna put it in?" you ask, stroking his pointed ear as you continue to grind against his monster cock, and he blinks his pretty eyes open, before removing his mouth from your nipples with a wet pop! and finally speaking. " yes please," enjou heavily breaths, the hot puffs of air hitting your saliva-slick nipple and giving you goosebumps. you nod, and clumsily attempt to slide your shorts off, but a warm hand on your hip stops you, and you glance at enjou.

" i'll do it for you," he murmurs, and you nod, mumbling out a 'thank you' and he hums in return, before dipping his fingers below the waistband of your shorts, hooking it under the joint of his fingers and sliding the fabric offーslowly, as is teasingーand he nudges your legs, and you take that as your cue to raise your legs, and he finally slides the bottoms off and tosses them off to some unknown corner. he didn't take your panties, however, and his hands stop you when you try to slip them off as well.

" you sure?" you question curiously, gripping his shoulder for balance as to not fall over flat on your face. " mnmhm," he nods, before his fingers push the fabric that covers your wet cunt away, just enough to have access to the dripping hole, and he uses his molten yellow fingers to spread apart your foldsーyou let out a moan of anticipationーand he rubs the burnt red cock head against your tight, small hole.

you roll your hips teasingly, making sure to coat the deliciously thick head with your slick so it'd slide in easier.

" alright..." you take a deep breath before you start pushing the thick length in, biting back your excited moans as it rubs against your gooey and velvety walls and right up against your g-spot. heavy breaths do manage to escape your lips as you feel the last of his monster cock slide completely into your wet pussy.

" mnghhhh!" a muffled moan can be heard behind your pursed lips as his cock presses right up against your puckering cervix and you feel excitement shoot through your veins. you start to lift your hips, about to push yourself down all the way down his huge length, but he stops you.

" no," you squint your eye in confusion and let out a confused moan," i just wanna stay inside you like this..." his smooth baritone voice trails off as he presses a gentle and loving kiss to your cleavage. " ah, okay.." you gently settle your hips back down, moaning weakly as you do so.

he's been doing this a lot more recently, keeping your pussy tight and plugged with his monster cock, even after he'd fuck your full with cum. you knew enjou had started developing a breeding kink after cumming inside of you so often, but you didn't think he'd want to breed you that bad. that thought, however, began to stick within your mind.

getting bred...by enjou...?

you felt your cunt squeeze up in arousal and anticipation, and enjou let out a groan, before reattaching his mouth to your swollen nipple while his hands gripped at the fat of your ass and your hips, and you sigh out in pleasure.

you wondered what that'd feel like.

" o-oh-mnghhhh-! e-enjou you're so-hnmfff-eager today huh?♡" you laugh in perverted excitement as said raven-haired roughly mouthed at the juncture of your neck, growling and groaning from deep within his chest and the vibrations reverberate throughout your body. you stroke his hair moans interrupting your teasing laughter as his hand begins to dip down in between your legs, rubbing warm clawed fingers against the sopping wet folds and occasionally thumbing at your clit.

" h-hey-hnghhiiii-s-slow down enjou-mmnngfffff-!"

you're caught off guard when enjou slams his mouth against yours, groaning feverishly as his tongue pries open your mouth and meet your own, but you begin to return the kiss with just as much fervor. you moan into the kiss when you feel his fingers push past your folds and into your core, curling upwards as they try and find that spot that makes you see starsー

" ognmmmmhhhh!!"

enjou lets out a happy groan like he'd won the lottery, and he continuously begins to rub his padded fingertips against your g-spot, making your moans become louder and louder into the kiss, and you start tugging on his smooth black locks and digging your nails into his back, but he either didn't notice or didn't even careーprobably both. you can hear the filthy, squelching wet sounds of his fingers scissoring and stretching open your pussy, dripping slick coating his calloused and warm fingers.

with a resounding and wet pop! enjou removes his swollen lips from yours, a thin string of saliva connecting the two of you before it breaks, and he licks his lips as he looks down you, pretty eyes hazy and plush lips bruised and swollen from his desperate and rough kisses. he reaches down and strokes your cheek gently, and you lean into his warm touch and cup his hand with yours.

" love you enjou," you happily whisper, smiling up at him. he blinks, before returning the same warm smile, his burnt chestnut eyes filling with adoration. " i love you too, my darling ( name )," he leans down and presses his warm lips to your forehead, brushing away any stray strands of hair, and you clench your eyes when his long hair tickles your face, especially your cute nose and you feel like sneezing. but you hold back on that itch and try to blow away the strands.

enjou pulls back, slowly pulling his fingers from your cunt, and you whimper, not wanting to feel empty once more, but that stops when he slaps his monster cock against your slick wet folds, and you moan in delight, lewdly grinning as you spread open your legs on instinct, perfectly presenting yourself to him like you're a sweet, delicate dessert waiting to be eaten. heh, the irony.

" hey enjou..." you breathe out, stilling your movements and he tilts his head, waiting for you to speak.

" i want you to breed me."

enjou's shoulder visibly jolt as he hears you say those lewd, provocative words, and his monster cock jumps and twitches. a part of you feels so fucking embarrassed for saying something like that, but you shove down as best you can. you can see enjou's erection twitching and leaking globs of pre-cum like crazyーhe's so hard that it almost looks painful.

" so please.."

he swallows, hard.

" use me as your breeding hole♡♡"

his burnt chestnut eyes glaze over with lust and he presses the flat of his palms against your plush inner thighs and he pushes them back, enough to where he has complete and unblocked access to your eager pussy. he has little resistance in his movements, as he pushes apart your folds andー

he shoves his monster cock in without any warning.

" NHAAAHAHUH!!♡♡"

you jolt violently as your walls stretch open to fit his huge cock, your brows furrowing and eyes clenching tightly togetherーthe burning stretch of his monster cock was always so overwhelming that it drove you crazy. he's too big to even fit into your tight little cunt, yet somehow he always pushes himself in and buries himself deep enough to be kissing your cervix with his thick cock head.

you nearly sob when enjou starts thrusting like a man starved, his thrusts deep and frenzied, and you try to buck your hips to meet his harsh thrusts, but he suddenly tugs your legs over his broad shoulders, his lips almost curved into a flirtatious grin, and he uses his entire chest to push your body down, and your knees back until they touch your shoulders.

" GUH!♡ AH! FUHH!♡♡"

you cry out as enjou rests his upper body's weight on you, the new position shifting his monster cock against your twitching walls and squishing your boobs against his chest. his forehead is rested against yours, his hot and heavy breaths fanning over your face that feels like a desert wind is dryly blowing through. you immediately wrap your arms around his neck, his black locks slipping down and perfectly framing his handsome, pretty face, and you can't fight the urge to kiss your adorable enjou, so you do.

you feverishly press your swollen lips against his, and it's like he'd been waiting for you to do so, because he doesn't hesitate to kiss you back, and he utterly engulfs you into the kiss, melding your tongues together and messily gnashing your teeth together. he's like a feral animal at this point, one that won't stop until he's fucked you senseless and full of his thick cum.

" MMMNNNGGGHHHHH-!!♡♡ NGMMMMMMHH!!♡♡EMJOOO, EMJOUU, EMNJOUUUU-!!♡♡"

you dig your nails so hard into his back that you can feel the skin being broken and piercedーit's too much, too overwhelming, you can't even feel your lower half anymore, and you've barely gotten started. fuck, enjou was beating you for being an utterly sex-crazed maniac right now and you don't know if you should feel proud or angry.

enjou groans into the kiss, but he doesn't stop his frenzied and messy thrusts into your pussy, his heavy balls slapping against your ass repeatedly and the sensation alone makes your head spin. " MNMMM-!MNMMMMGHH!!" fuck, you were gonna lose your mind from enjou's thick, monster cock plowing your tight pussy, oh god-!!♡♡

he suddenly pulls his mouth away from yours with a wet squelch, a thin string of saliva sticking to his kiss-bruised lips, and he holds a lewd grin on them. " ( name ), you're so cute," he groans out," so wet and tight for me." you sob as his thick head pounds into your cervix, feeling his pre-cum leaking into your cunt.

" 'm gonna breed you, gonna cum inside your tight cunt," he licks his lips vigorously like a starving predator, and you moan out in delight, drooling at the thought. " p-pleashe gimme your cum enjou," you moan deliriously, pushing yourself back against his huge cock and moaning at the sensations. fuck, he's so bigーyou're gonna cum from his monster cock, oh god, you love his big cock so much-!!♡♡

" ENJOU-OUNMGHHHH-!!♡♡ B-BREED ME LIKE A WHORE♡♡ WANT YOUR CUM IN MY PUSSY, I WANT YOU TO BREED MY PUSSY-!!♡♡ P-PLEASHE-!♡♡"

you sound like some kind of slut, but you don't care anymore. you're utterly cock-drunk, horny and you want enjou so badly it hurts. you love him so much that it's nearly driving you crazy and you want to kiss him until you need air. and you know enjou is feeling just the same as you are; he practically has hearts in his pupils at this point and every salacious word you say only makes him more and more aroused.

" sh-shit ( name )-mnghhffff-!!♡ 'm gonna cum-ghnnnnn!♡ gonna breed you, gonna-mnghhhh!!♡♡"

a thrust to your cervix and harsh rubs against your g-spotー

" HHHHH-!♡♡ OH GODDDD!♡♡ OH FUUUCK I'M CUMMM-!!?♡♡"

" MNGHHHFFFFF-!!♡♡"

your eyes roll back and your whole body spasms, white filling your vision as an intense orgasm washes all over you. a lewd and loud moan leaves your lips when you feel your release gushing out of your oversensitive cunt, but makes your moans become more drawnout and loud, is enjou's huge bulbous knot being shoved into your cunt and the sudden gush of hot, milky cum being poured into your cunt.

" -NG?!♡♡ OH OHh♡♡ hnhngn♡OHH-"

" f-fuck♡♡"

your body wracks with sobs and hiccups as enjou buries his face into the side of your neck, groaning and moaning as his orgasm washes over him. you whine at his hair tickling your neck, but you weakly raise a hand to his head and gently stroke his hair, to which he sighs in content.

" ...love you enjou♡"

" i love you too ( name )" he raises his head until he faces you, giving a gentle smile despite his being out of breath and he presses a kiss to your forehead. "mmmnn," you hum in happiness and press your lips into a small smile.

butー

" enjou..."

" mhmnn?"

you grin like a pervert at him and nudge your hips against his, and he grunts.

" hehe, who said we were done?♡♡"

he pauses, before he returns that same grin, his huge cock twitching back to life inside of your swollen pussy.

" pleashe enjou, fuck me more, gimme all your cum♡♡"

" shut up enjou."

you hiss, burying your face into the plush pillow, and enjou starts laughing, amused at your embarrassed and flustered state. you groan, your face getting hot as the lector merely rubs your head, his warm hand a contrast to the cool air around you. " ahaha, you're so cute ( name )," he chuckles, and you feel him shift next to you.

" can't believe i said all that weird shit," you groaned even louder into the pillow, absolute embarrassment washing over you and making you cringe where you lay. " mnmm, i thought it was pretty ho-" " shut upppp," you lift your head enough to glare at him, but that doesn't deter him in the slightest, only making him more amused.

" awww, it's okay, you were pretty adorable," he simply says, wrapping his arm around your body and pulling you closer to him, and you groan in protest, your lower half tingling with soreness. " enjou i swear i'm gonna punch the shit out of you," you grumble against his bare chest, but you nuzzle against the warmth of his body regardless and let his arm envelop you. he only hums in response and strokes your back, to which you hum in content.

" hey enjou?" " mnhmm?"

" you think i'll really get pregnant?"

he pauses, thinking about it, before he speaks up," hmm, perhaps. i haven't heard of such a thing happening before, but it's possible. and besides, i came so much-OW-hey!"

you grit your teeth as you pinch his burnt red skin, embarrassment washing over you; sure you weren't the type to be embarrassed about sex or anything, but enjou had less shame than you and he could talk about it with such an unbothered and happy tone. seriously, he didn't need to be so detailed about it...!

" enjou shut upppp!"

" ahaha-ow!-okay okay, i'll stop-ow-!"

he's such a moron.

but he's your moron dammit.

#lati speaks #lati thirsts #this bitch is like 5k+ words #enjou #enjou x reader #enjou smut #pyro abyss lector #abyss lector #cw monsterfucking

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yourmidnightlover · 4 years ago

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three, four squeezes

Summary- spencer finds watches you take what he thought was your last breath. turns out they weren't, but you're now in a coma.

TW: coma, fem!reader, spencer pining, angst/fluff ig?, blood, gunshot

WC- 5,681

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guilt.

regret.

pain.

fear.

spencer couldn't stop fiddling between as he rode with you in the back of the ambulance.

the guilt he felt as he realized that everything was his doing, his fault. if he wouldn't have froze and if he would've told you how he felt neither of you would be in this position.

the regret he had of never telling you how he felt. he never got to hold you as more than best friends and kiss you like he's wanted to so, so, so many times.

the pain of seeing you in so much pain. and the fear that worsened when you accepted the fact that you would die in his arms

the fear that the last time he held you was when you confessed your darkest secret to him. you never got to hear him tell you how much he truly loved you.

he took your much smaller hand in both of his and pressed it close to his chest, right on top of his heart as if he was trying to tell you what his heart had tried to make him.

he froze.

he shouldn't have froze.

he should've held you and told you how much he loved you. how much he wanted you. how much he's always wanted you.

he should've kissed you and never let you out of his sight. because maybe, just maybe, if he hadn't let you go then you would have never gotten hurt.

he was the reason you were dying.

he was lost in thought when the holter monitor held a steady, long beep. you had flatlined.

you felt the warmth radiating over your skin as you shifted in your position to sit up. you took in your surroundings.

you were in an endless pasture, filled with tall grass that would reach your knees if you had stood up. the sky was perfect, clear, baby blue color that you haven't seen in a while. you were laying on a red blanket with a picnic basket by your side.

the smell of fresh flowers and fresh grass filled your nose. the calming scent bringing you the peace that radiated around you as you observed further into this place.

you had on a flowy, pastel purple sun dress and a pair of white flats on. you turned your head to the side, only to notice you weren't alone.

"spencer!" you cheered excitedly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into your touch. "you're here," you breathed out.

"i am here," you felt the vibrations of his chuckle. "but you shouldn't be here."

you pulled back and looked at him confused. "wh-why not?"

"because," he pushed a strand of hair out of your face as he gazed into your eyes. "you need to go back, sweetheart."

a rush of memories flooded your brain.

you confessed your past, your regret, your love.

he didn't love you back.

you were shot.

"i... i don't want to go back," you admitted with furrowed brows. "i want to stay here. with you."

he looked at you with what seemed to be pity. he scooted closer to you and wrapped his arm around you to pull you closer to his body.

"you can be with me back there. you know that," he said as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

"no, i won't. not-" you took a deep breath, "not like this."

"but this isn't even real. i'm just a figment of your imagination. you're disassociating with your body, and i'm your safe place," he said nonchalantly, as if hearing that didn't break your heart even more.

"but i want to be with you, spence. i've ruined everything out there. you don't want me," you spilled, letting a tear slip past your eye and down your cheek.

"i will always want you, y/n. always," he assured you as he pressed a kiss to your hairline.

"how do you know?" you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"because i'm a genius. remember, sweetheart?" he chuckled.

"promise me?" you said as you turned around and held his hand, squeezing it in anticipation.

"i promise. go back, y/n. you need to go back." he repeated.

"not yet. just a little longer with you, please. just a little longer with you," you pleaded.

spencer had to let go of your hand so the doctors could get the defibrillator. he began shaking before he told himself to be strong. he had to be strong for you.

"please don't leave me..." he prayed for the first time in a while to a god he wasn't even sure he believed in. "don't die on me."

one of the paramedics ripped your shirt open so they could begin to start the chest compressions. spencer hated seeing you so helpless, lifeless, hopeless.

"charge to 260!" one of the doctors yelled before yelling clear and connecting it to your skin.

nothing.

"charge to 350!" she pressed it to your chest and abdomen one more time.

suddenly the monitor began beeping steadily again. you were alive. not okay, but you were breathing.

you had a heartbeat again.

you weren't leaving him yet.

"oh thank god!" he exclaimed as he watched the paramedics leave your side, allowing him to fill their void. he took hold of your hand once again and pressed his lips to it as he watched the paramedic on the other side of you monitoring everything going on with your status.

"thank you, y/n. thank you so much," he placed another kiss on your knuckles as he used his to wipe his tears away.

when you had made it to the hospital he decided to finally call morgan and garcia. he would let them know what happened, minus the whole love confession part, and ask them to alert the rest of the team.

morgan replied in asking if she was okay, and asked for the details later when he got there. garcia was just rushing to get out of her apartment and to the hospital to check on her 'little cherry blossom.'

garcia got there first no doubt breaking a few speed limits in the process, but he didn't mind because now he wouldn't be alone with his own mind. she engulfed spencer in her arms and let him sob it out as she did the same. she didn't ask what happened, she knew he would tell her when he was ready.

morgan took a bit longer, surprisingly. although, in his defense, he did live on the other side of town. upon arrival, he just placed a firm hand on spencer's shoulder and sat beside him in a seat, silently providing his own comfort.

jj was next to arrive. she was already in tears when garcia had called her to make her aware of the news. she gave spencer a tight hug before sitting beside garcia.

when emily got there she raced to jj to ask if they had any information yet, they didn't. she checked on spencer, making sure he wasn't losing his mind completely. she finally settled down and sat beside jj, placing a comforting hand on top of hers.

rossi and hotch arrived at the same time, they were both working late, finishing a few extra case files. they went around comforting the rest of the team, and made sure to pay extra attention to spencer.

everyone knew how close the two of you were. you were like bonnie and clyde, but rather you both solved crime instead of ensuing it. and they knew how much it pained him to see her in pain. even on cases when she would get wounded, spencer would pay the utmost care and attention to you.

spencer didn't say a word. he didn't say what happened. nobody asked. they sat in silence, with almost constant tears from the fear of losing you, waiting for answers to how you were doing.

after a few more hours, jj decided to ask the doctor yet again on any updates on your condition. she quietly got up after letting go of emily's hand and walked over to the front desk.

"ma'am," jj asked the receptionist, "is there any update on y/n y/l/n and her surgery. it's been a few hours now and we're getting wo-"

"y/n y/l/n?" a doctor came into the waiting room holding a clipboard, waiting for someone to claim her company.

spencer jumped up from his seat when he heard her name. everyone had refrained from using in fear of striking something in spencer. they didn't want to upset him more than he already was, so they just kept their mouths shut.

"yes?" he excitedly asked, feeling the sweat in his hands and the exhaustion overwhelming his body.

"she's out of surgery now. she's in a stable condition, but there's some bad news," the doctor grimaced as the others waited expectantly for the rest of the news. "she had a prolonged period of time without oxygen to her brain, she's now in a coma. we aren't sure when she'll wake up," the doctor finally spewed out. "you can go visit her now. maybe one at a time so she can decipher who's who. she can hear what you say, so make it positive and encouraging," he concluded.

spencer looked back at the team, waiting for them to signal that he could go visit her before following the doctor to your room.

spencer walked inside and saw you lying there, lifeless while barely alive. and it was all his fault. you told him it wasn't his fault. in what you thought were your last moments, you wanted him to be at ease. while you were bleeding out from his stupidity, you still claimed your love that he never told you he returned.

and for that he would never forgive himself.

oh, what he would give to hear your laugh again. to see your smile, feel your touch, smell your hair once more. he wanted you back.

so he did the only thing he could do. he sat by your side and grabbed your hand for the millionth time and held it to his cheek, trying to feel your warmth.

"hi, y/n," he started off, deciding to give this whole 'encouragement' thing a try. "there are a lot of studies on whether or not someone can hear whilst their in a coma, but i'm going to try it anyway," he tool a deep breath.

"you're the strongest woman i know, and i meant it when i told you that earlier tonight. i know that you can get through this. i want you to know that i'll be here for you every step of the way. i promise. i-i'll take off every day until you wake up. i have to take a sabbatical anyway, so i can just ask them if i can take it early. if i can't then i'll make garcia come here every single day and i'll call her so you can hear my voice," the tears filled his eyes once again.

"i-i need you here with me, y/n. please," he begged for what felt like the millionth time that night.

"spence," jj called from the doorway. "would you mind if we all talked to her for a minute? then you can come back? i need to get back to my boys now that i know she's going to be okay," she said with a bit of guilt at the thought of her being able to go home.

home to her husband and children.

y/n has always wanted children. she'd be such an amazing wife, and an even better mother. spencer wanted the chance to witness her being a mother first hand, and maybe even being the mother to his own children.

he wanted to give her everything she's ever wanted. he wanted to stay with her until he was forced to have to leave.

truth be told, the day you walked into the bau, you changed his life forever and he didn't even know it. he thought it was just going to be another temporary fill in, until you performed so well at your job that the bau just had to hire you permanently.

you're so amazing at everything you do. everything you've ever done. you always push yourself to be and do your best, something spencer has grown to love and admire you for.

so he just hopes you have a reason to fight. a reason to fight for your life, to fight for him. he hopes that you have hope.

"yea, of course," he pressed his lips to your knuckles one more time before leaving the room, hugging jj on the way out.

garcia was right outside the door, waiting for spencer to come out so she could give him a hug. she wrapped her arms around his torso as his went around her shoulders.

"she's strong, spencer. she'll get through this," garcia tried to comfort him.

"you should've heard her. she-she sounded like she was ready to give up hen she was lying there, bleeding out on the ground," spencer pulled back to look at garcia. "i can't lose her. n-not now."

"you won't lose her," she placed a comforting hand on his shoulder before he nodded to her and walked back into the waiting room, being met by emily's own embrace.

"i'm not gonna tell you how strong she is, because i think we all know that by now. but you can talk to me, reid. that's what you have to know. you can talk to any of us," she consoled before pulling back, her hands still gripping his shoulders tightly.

"sh-she told me she was in love with me," he said out loud for the first time.

"what?" emily's eyes widened at the realization before she pulled his hand to go into an empty room. "explain, please?"

"she told me she was in love with me," he repeated. "and i froze," he sighed.

"you froze? what do you mean? i thought you loved her too?" she pondered, a confused look clouding her face.

"how'd you know that? and yea, i do love her. i love her so much it hurts," he looked down at his feet. "i didn't say it back because i couldn't believe it was happening. i-i mean have you seen her? she's the definition of perfect and she said she loves me."

"oh, spencer," she said before giving him another hug, allowing him to break down in her arms.

"she walked out after that," he grimaced. "when i started walking back to my place that's when i heard the gunshot and called the ambulance. then i noticed it was her and i broke. it's my fault she was out there. if i would've told her how i felt she would've been in my arms and safe. instead, she's in a coma because i was too confused to say anything," he vented.

"it's not your fault, reid. you have to know that," she said before pulling back. "it's the guy who shot her's fault. not yours. you didn't pull the trigger."

"i might as well have. she doesn't know how i'm in love with her," spencer whined, feeling more hopeless than he did when he was kidnapped and drugged.

because at least then, he knew the team would be coming for him.

but he didn't know if you ever wanted to come back.

when you were lying there, dying, it was like you were saying goodbye as he held you in his lap. his hands, pants, and even shirt were covered in your blood.

he hadn't even noticed. he didn't care to notice. you were the only thing on his mind. everyone else knew he wouldn't leave without knowing your condition, so they didn't bother telling him to go clean up. emily noticed him eyeing his own appearance.

"go change. i'll call you if we have any updates. relax, please. she's not going to leave you," emily said before shooing him away to clean up.

spencer went to his place to change quickly and take a shower after morgan gave him his hoodie to wear on the drive there. meanwhile, emily walked out into the waiting room and took notice of morgan in his own worry.

"she'll fight. we know she will," emily confirmed as she walked to sit beside him.

"i know she will, but i'm also worried about the kid," morgan moved his head out of his hands as he looked at emily. "he told me how he was in love with her. and i'm willing to bet this has something to do with that. he's been through so much, he doesn't deserve to lose another person in his life."

"i know, you're right. he doesn't deserve this, nobody does, but he especially doesn't deserve this," emily said as she put her hand over his back, rubbing it soothingly.

"i'm gonna see if i can have my turn talking to y/n," he stood up and walked to your room, taking notice of jj still inside and penelope waiting patiently.

he wrapped his arms around garcia and let her cry as jj finished up inside before exiting and saying her goodbyes to everyone, allowing penelope to have her turn to talk with you.

showering helped spencer more than he thought it would. being covered in your blood was more frightening than he thought, so seeing his own skin on his hands was much easier for him.

he drove himself back to the hospital, wanting to avoid more prying eyes of cab drivers taking notice of his obvious grief and panic.

when he walked inside, hotch was inside your room with rossi, despite the 'one-person-at-a-time' rule. he knocked on the outside of the doorframe, alerting the two of his presence.

"kid. hey," rossi came up to greet him, giving him a quick hug before hotch did the same.

"reid, we know how close you two are, so just know that she's probably fighting to get back to you, the rest of us too, but especially you," hotch declared with a pity grin.

"i hope you're right," he glanced back in the room to look at you. "i really hope you're right."

spencer walked back into your room after the two older men left. he scooted the chair closer to your bed and held your hand. he crossed his arms on top of your bed, your hand still in his, and laid his head down on his arms.

he waited.

and waited.

there was no progress.

he wanted you to come back to him. he wanted to feel your touch again and hear your laugh. he wanted to tell you how he felt. he just wanted you.

he was able to work at home on the few cases they received, and took his paperwork to your hospital room when he wasn't able to finish it as quickly as normal.

as the weeks went by, his hope began to dwindle, but his determination only grew. he was determined to be able to tell you how much he loved you while you were awake, so he refrained from spilling his guts while you were still unconscious.

he would read you books. your favorite books. the books you would ask him to read to you when you were feeling sad and wanted to hear his voice to calm you down.

he played your favorite songs. the songs you and him listened to on the way to work or to museums he would beg you to go to with him.

he even played chess with you. granted, he was more so playing himself acting as you. he would try to play whatever moves he felt you would play against him.

he cried with you. he cried for you to come back to him. he cried that you never stop fighting. he cried that he would get at least one more time to talk to you.

but one day the doctors noticed that you were able to breath on your own. they were able to take the tube out of your mouth and throat and nose. that was his hope. your strength was his hope.

he sped to the hospital that day, wanting to see you as soon as he could. it had been three weeks since the shooting, and he desperately needed the sight of your chest moving up and down voluntarily, a sign of your own breath breathing life into your body.

emily just nodded her head at him to go when he stormed into her office, she had received the same call seconds earlier.

when he came into your room, he as already in tears at the new progress. he brushed your hair out of your face and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"keep fighting, y/n/n. you're so close to coming back to me, to us, to the team. please keep going," he begged as he sat down by your side. "i got the call about you being able to breath on your own, and i ran into emily's office. she didn't even need to say anything, she knew it was you," he smiled momentarily.

"i can't wait to be able to hug you again, and feel your warmth again. i uhm, i never told you this, but we've kissed," he smiled at the memory. "it was that night you were drunk and told me about your parents. you had kissed me after i told you how beautiful and amazing you were, and how wrong your parents were. i kissed you back, too," he gently bit his lip at the confession. "i-i didn't tell you because... i shouldn't have kissed you back. god, i've always wanted to kiss you, but not when you were drunk and vulnerable. i felt like i took advantage of you, and i hated that i did that to you. so, i never told you," he frowned at the hidden secret.

"but please, please, please come back to me. please let me kiss you for real this time. let me tell you how i feel, and hold you forever and ever. please just don't leave me. i won't be able to take that, y/n. i know how selfish that is, but i can't live without you. these past few weeks without hearing your voice has been hell," he frowned.

he had called your phone every day since the shooting just to hear your voice on the voicemail. those 29 words have been one of the things he's loved listening to when he woke up. he'd never admit it, but you'd realize it once you checked your phone.

another thing he loved doing was look through his videos of you. in one particular video, maybe even his favorite, you had taken his phone and began recording him on it.

you knew he hated his own appearance, although you'd never understand why, so you secretly took his phone and began recording him.

"hey spence! can you come here?" you called as you were in the living room, waiting for him to bring you your chicken tandoori.

"yup! i'm coming!" he came racing out with the two boxes of takeout, giving you one as he sat on the couch. he didn't even notice the phone with how you placed it in your hands.

"thanks handsome," you teased, although you meant every word you said. his face automatically blushed at the compliment, but he rolled his eyes nonetheless.

"oh, shut it," he said before stuffing a piece of chicken in his mouth. you giggled at his reaction, his favorite sound in the world.

"never. i don't know why you think you aren't attractive. you're so beautiful, spence, i'm surprised you don't already have a special someone," you nudged him with your elbow, the phone now being rested against your thigh to get a perfect view of him. you could see the smile he tried to hide by biting his lip gently.

"but i guess that does mean i get to spend more time with you, so i won't object," you laughed out before finally taking a bite of the food.

spencer noticed the phone on your thigh after you took a bite, his eyes widening at what he realized you were doing.

"y/n! why were you recording me?!" he exclaimed, trying to grab the phone and succeeding. he turned the camera on to you as you began laughing loudly at his reaction. "what do you have to say for yourself, ma'am?" he questioned.

your smile was brighter than ever, your face red from all the laughing. you were wearing one of spencer's sweaters, your favorite one. you had taken a couple because 'they're cozier' than yours. you put your hands up in surrender.

"i guess you caught me, hot stuff," you laughed before he placed the phone down and began his tickle attack on you. "ahhh! spencerrrr! please!" you laughed out. "i surrender!" tears of laughter were streaming down your face.

"fine. i think you've paid your penance," he joked before grabbing the phone and turning the camera on only you once again, you blushing from the action. "y'know you're really beautiful, right?" you smiled widely at his confession, sensing the sincerity in his voice.

"thank you, spencer. so are you, truly beautiful," you smiled even wider before he finally turned the camera off.

he remembers that day like it was yesterday. he'd like to claim it was because of his eidetic memory, but it was also because of you.

you had gotten the weekend off and decided to spend it together, once again. you had stayed the night with him all weekend, you insisted on sleeping on the couch to which he objected, forcing you to take the bed with him.

you had woken up cuddled in each others arms, facing each other like you had been hugging the whole night. spencer felt the most content he had ever felt in that moment, never wanting to let you go or wake you, so he waited for you to wake up.

that was the best weekend he's had in a while. you two acted as if you were in a relationship, domestic. it was delightful.

there was another picture the two of you had taken after a rather successful case.

all the missing children were found safe, a rare occurrence, so you had gone out to a bar to celebrate. it was mostly emily, morgan, and garcia's doing, so you had all eventually agreed once you figured out they wouldn't back down.

you had known how spencer was at bars, he was sometimes rather uncomfortable with all of the people. it made him anxious and a bit intimidated. so after you had all met up at the bar and you noticed how nervous he was, you intertwined your arms and took his hand in yours.

"my mom used to do this thing when i was anxious or nervous to calm me down," you whispered, wrapping your other arm around his one as you squeezed his hand three times. "it's supposed to be our way of assuring the other. a way of saying i'm here," you explained before he squeezed four times in return, your brows furrowed. "what does that mean?"

"i-it could mean i'm glad you're here," he grinned as he noticed the smile that erupted on your face from his kind words.

and you didn't let go all night.

"please come back to me, i know you can. you're so strong, please just come back to me," spencer wailed. he felt your hand squeezing his as he held it, making his encouragement the entire reason you came back to him.

"spence, you're making a mess," you giggled, wiping the corner of his lip free of the chocolate you two were eating, still in that heavenly place.

"i'm sorry! it just tastes really good," he smiled back as he watched you lick the chocolate from your thumb.

"mm, you're right. it does taste really good," you nodded your head. "so i'm taking all of them!" you grabbed the box full of chocolate and began running. looking back to see spencer chasing after you, you bursted into a fit of laughter.

the tall grass tickled your legs slightly, the breeze lifting your dress a tiny bit as you continued to jog ahead of him, teasing him with your laughter. he finally caught up with you, taking you down with him as you both giggled.

“you got me, dork,” you laughed, pushing his shoulder lightly.

“of course i do! did you expect anything less?” he said arrogantly, you rolled your eyes.

“never from you, doctor,” you teased as he pulled you in closer to him, you nuzzled your face into his neck as he admired the view around him. suddenly he stood up, the chocolate box in hand, and began running.

“you little tease!” you shouted before getting up to chase him as he did you previously. “spencer reid, you’re so gonna get it!” you laughed out

"don’t leave me," he turned around to face you and called out, suddenly you felt a pang in your stomach where you had been stabbed.

you made eye contact with him, a look of shock and horror on your face as you tried to figure out what was wrong before you collapsed to the ground.

"sp-spencer? what's happening?" you asked as he pulled you into his lap.

"it's been two weeks y/n, i-i miss you." he began. "i know you're right here with me, but i miss your voice. and your laugh-"

"spencer i'm right here. i was just laughing with you," you tried to interrupt his monologue.

"and i miss the way your hair would crowd my face as we slept and how it would make me wake up. i miss hugging you and-"

"spencer please, i'm here," you cried, squeezing his hand as hard as you could to signify your presence.

"please come back to me, i know you can. you're so strong, please just come back to me."

"y/n! can you hear me?!" he exclaimed, you squeezed his hand once more, a little tighter than the last time. "oh my god! oh thank you so much, y/n," he cried as he kissed your knuckles once more, your fingers twitching in the process.

"doctor. we need the doctor!" he said as he pressed the nurse's button. "she's squeezing my hand. her fingers started twitching!" he said excitedly as the nurse entered, exiting to get the doctor.

you squeezed his hands three times, him returning with four times. you understood what he meant. his eyes were trained on your face and he saw as your lips twitched upwards in a smile.

the doctor came in to perform a few tests and forced him to release your hand. he asked you to squeeze his hand once more, you followed suit. the doctor noticed your nose twitching and neck beginning to turn.

"she's gaining control over her body again. this was predicted once we found out she could breath on her own, we just didn't think it'd happen this quickly. a recovery this soon after removing the tube is almost unprecedented," he said in awe of your strength.

"she's the strongest person i know. it's no surprise that she's recovering this fast," spencer said as he took hold of your hand again.

"indeed. she should regain full control over herself within a few hours or by overnight at this point. go easy on her, she's still recovering from being shot. i also need to observe the bullet hole on her stomach, but you could stay for that if you'd like." spencer nodded as the doctor raised the hospital gown.

there was deep bruising around the bullet hole and a scab over top. your stomach looked smaller than it had the last time he'd seen it, a result from you having to be fed through a tube. you were unbelievably pale, no surprise there either because of the lack of sunlight.

"it's healing nicely, the scab looks healthy and the bruising is getting better. she's a fighter, this one," he smiled at spencer.

"you have absolutely no idea," he said, not breaking his eyes from your beautiful face.

the doctor left swiftly after charting her vitals and giving her a shot of her vitamins. spencer sat back down in the chair and held your hand once again, waiting for you to fully wake up so you could once again be in each others' arms.

later that day, at around 11:50, your entire body began shifting. spencer sat up straight away, trying to held you in any way possible.

"that's it, y/n! come on, you can do it, y/n/n," he cheered you on, smiling so hard he felt his eyes prick with tears. you turned onto your side, towards spencer, and your eyes had began to twitch open.

"sp-spencer?" you questioned once your eyes were fully open.

"yea, yes. it's me. i'm here. i'm right here," he wrapped his arms around you, adjusting his grip after you grimaced from his tight hold. "i'm never leaving. i'm never letting you leave again," he ranted out, placing a hand on the back of your head as you wrapped the arm that didn't have an iv around his body, pushing your head to nuzzle into his neck.

"i'm so sorry. i never should've left you there," you cried into his arms.

"it's okay, y/n. it's not your fault at all," he soothed as his hand started stroking your hair gently. "i'm so glad you came back to me. thank you so much," he sighed as he gently placed a kiss on your head."

"you really think i would go that easily? i thought you knew me better than that, dumbo," you laughed out.

"i'm glad to see you still have that sense of humor in you," spencer scoffed, followed by a bright smile.

"oh that's not going anwhere, spencer. and neither am i."

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nessaxc · 4 years ago

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Victory is Sweet || Miya Atsumu

After Atsumu’s raid on the Police Station, he comes back home to the penthouse to celebrate with his girl, and he brought a souvenir for you.

~ Words: 3.8k

~ NSFW 18+

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It was just after 10pm when you heard a heavy knock on the front door from upstairs that sounded like the police were here. You looked into the peephole to make sure that it wasn't and heaved a sigh of relief once you spotted the blonde through the space with a policeman's cap on his head.

You opened the door with a big smile on your face when you greeted him. "Ooh, how did it go? Did you knock em dead?" you practically squealed in excitement.

He skipped his way in before he kicked the door shut with his foot, his cackling immediately assuring you that you were correct.

"Oh, it was amazing, wish you could have been there," he said with a grin on his face. "Cleaned the whole place up, nice and easy, they didn't even see it comin'," he laughed and walked towards you. You were half listening to what he said but your attention was more confused on his police uniform and how it hugged the contours of his body so perfectly, like it was made for him, which was very ironic.

You snapped your head up to look at him just in time before he realized. "I'm impressed," you giggled. "I wish I could have seen the look on their faces," you added with a loud laugh that sounded much like his earlier one.

"They were such babies, couldn't hold a candle to anything I could do," he chuckled with you as his eyes met your lustful gaze, "which is why we're going to celebrate," he told you in a whisper before he laughed again. Your lips curled into a sly smirk the second those words came out of his mouth.

"I like the sound of that," you replied around a silky purr.

"Oh and I got a little gift for you," he said with a big grin before he removed the hat from his head and placed it on your own, and it fit snugly. "You're going to wear that while we fuck, think of it like as a souvenir for my hard work today," he told you, and you nodded your head in agreement because who were you to deny him?

Then in an instant, he leaned forward to press his lips against yours, the kiss was hard and insistent and demanding, just how you loved it. His teeth nipped at your bottom lip, and you could already feel the lukewarm heat spread through your body. It flooded your toes and fingers and pooled between your legs, stirring even further when his tongue passed over the swollen skin, the quiet groans against your teeth turning the stirring to a storm.

You both licked and nipped and sucked on each other's mouths and lips while he blindly staggered forward with you until he reached the room you two shared, plopping you down on the bed. He was quick to crawl atop your body.

"It's so rewarding coming home back to my girl after a long day," he cooed, his hands found the button on your pants and he undid it quickly before he yanked the zipper down in one swift motion. He pushed at your pants, your thighs peeking out from beneath the cotton, and you lifted your hips to shove them down the rest of your legs. "You proud of my work today, baby?" he drawled.

"Yes of course I am, you did so good," you praised and giggled when you saw a wide smile cross his face.

"I hope you don't mind, but you're wearing way too many clothes," he said before he practically tore off your blouse in one rapid motion, then repeated the same treatment to your bra which you didn't mind in the slightest. There was nothing like celebration sex with Atsumu after a successful day.

You squirmed as one of his strong arms wrapped around you, the fingers of his other hand tracing gently against the oddly sensitive spot beneath your ribs. His lips pressed to the swells of your breasts and—somehow, through the sensations—you noted that his fingers weren’t swirling randomly beneath your ribs, but in precise motions.

You gasped when the U was written on your flesh. The M had your toes curling, your back arching. If the U came, you didn't feel it, too lost in the heat. His groan echoed off the walls around you two when he lowered his head down and pressed his face to your bare breasts. Teeth brushed against your flesh, nibbling at the hardened buds, tongue soothing when they became irritated, and he listened to your sighs as your hand fell to rub against your panties, fingers tracing the warm outline of your center.

You moaned when he took a nipple into his mouth and your finger crooked a rather specific way, and that was it. You were lost in the haze, and willing to do whatever he wanted. His hands fell to find a strong grip on your thighs. A squeak escaped from between your swollen lips as he hefted you up against him, your breasts pressing against his collarbone. You wrapped one arm around his shoulders to keep yourself upright, but the other hand pressed beneath the collar of his shirt and into his skin, finding the spot behind his left collarbone that he enjoyed so much and massaging it urgently.

He answered by taking your shoulder between his teeth, and you couldn't stop your hips from jerking against his stomach, nor could you keep your moans in as he nipped away at your skin deliciously.

"Looks like you need new marks," he told you around a heavy breath as he glanced at the fading marks on your skin.

"Oh, fuck," you gasped, writhing against him as he sucked on your skin, dragging his teeth over the sensitive flesh. He blew against the marks gently, cooling the saliva there before dropping you down his body slightly and setting his mouth to your neck. "Atsumu," you uttered his name softly, your heels digging into the small of his back.

He sighed against you as his lips trailed up and down your neck several times, his teeth scraping every now and then. Slowly, he shuffled you both to the last stretch of the bed. When his shins bumped against the bed frame, his fingers left your thighs and hooked behind your knees before dropping you down onto the mattress, your back connecting with the soft sheets as you stared up at him. When your cop hat nearly fell off your head, he readjusted it to make sure it would stay still.

You sucked your lip between your teeth as your gaze wandered over him. There was a flush climbing up from his chest, tingeing the tips of his ears crimson. His chest rose and fell quickly, his hair was a mess, and the bulge in his pants was an enticing sight. You couldn't help but feel incredibly lucky.

He dropped to his knees in front of you and ripped your panties from your legs, his eyes finding yours and holding them as he dropped the undergarment to the floor and pressed his teeth to the inside of your knee, nibbling before moving further up your thigh. He took his time making his way towards the apex of your thighs, his fingers tracing up the inside of them as he pressed his mouth to the softer skin near your core. Nip, lick, suck, over and over, and you knew he was littering dark marks across your flesh.

Your back arched when his mouth came closer, sucking a mark rather close to your folds, and you wiggled your hips in an attempt to find relief—relief he wasn’t yet willing to offer.

"Please," you keened, your hips bucking upwards. His mouth paused when he heard your plea, and he pressed a gentle kiss to his final mark.

"You're so fucking cute when you get impatient like this," he chuckled against your skin before he pulled away. Finally—finally—he threw your legs over his shoulders and inched closer to you, his breath fanning over the wet heat between your legs. And then there were lips, and tongue, and his nose pressing in all the right places. A strangled sound fell from your lips as he pressed the flat of his tongue to you over and over in long, heavy strokes.

Your fingers traveled down over your breast and stomach to press against his shoulder, silently asking for his hand. Seconds later, his fingers curled around your own, and your nails dug into his palm as he pointed his tongue and pressed it between your labia, his teeth and chin a welcome pressure against your swollen sex. In and out, once, twice, countless times. He knew you—knew how much you enjoyed the sensation, and the warmth of his smooth tongue.

His hand—the one not being destroyed by your own—traveled up your body, taking a breast into his palm and flicking his long, talented fingers over your nipple. You could hardly breathe. You tucked your lips between your teeth and bucked against his face, your open hand falling to bury your fingers in his hair and press him against you. When he moaned, you felt it, and you wanted nothing more than to fall apart before him.

His tongue didn't stop his attentions. Soft, tentative licks were brought upwards until he found the hard button at the top, but he didn't touch it. He teased, because he loved messing with you. Close, but not close enough. You didn't notice his hand left your chest and drifted down your body as you focused on the feel of him around your clit. Not until you felt a finger press into the spot his tongue had abandoned.

"Fuck, Atsumu!" you cried.

A slow slide, the drag of his digit against your walls. Your chest heaved when he pressed with another finger, and then stroked and searched attentively for the spot he knew would cause you to become a babbling mess of sensation. When he finally found it, you felt you were choking on air, your lungs unable to find enough oxygen to satisfy.

You both knew what was next—what you needed in order to become putty beneath him—it was just a matter of figuring out how much he would prolong it. Thankfully, not long, because he breathed against you once more before covering you with his mouth and flicking his tongue against your clit. Then in an instant, every muscle, bone, tendon in your body went rigid, waves of pleasure running through your insides, and your hand rose so your teeth could bit into the skin of your palm.

Though, it muffled your scream, it was still louder than you wanted, but you found yourself unable to care as your thighs clenched around his ears, shaking with the force of your orgasm as your essence fell on his clever tongue. He lapped at you as you continued to convulse, and his hand tightened around yours, grounding you.

Slowly, you came down from your high, and your muscles went lax. His lips pressed kisses to the marks on the insides of your thighs. It took a moment, but your ability to speak returned, and the first thing you did was swing your heel weakly against his back.

"Tease," you mumbled against the back of your hand. You could feel him grin against your thigh, and it was both a great pleasure and a great irritation. Gently, he pushed your legs from his shoulders and stood. He used his heels to quickly remove his shoes, and then his knees were pressing yours upwards as he crawled over you.

"You look so flushed, baby," he pointed out cheekily, one of his arms propping him over while his other hand smoothed over your ribs, stroking your breasts.

"Asshole," you said in playful tone.

"Bitch," he retorted.

With a peal of laughter, you reached up and began to attempt to undo the snaps and buttons on his dress shirt with fingers still shaky from your orgasm. What you lacked in finesse—at least for the moment—you more than made up for with enthusiasm, and soon the shirt was open and being pushed past his shoulders. He knelt over for a moment, but once his chest was bare he was over you again, leaning down to tenderly press his lips to yours.

"I need you so much," you muttered against his smile, your fingers combing through the fine hairs over his pectorals.

He took your bottom lip between his teeth and swept his tongue across it before leaning back, his eyes glinting as they found yours.

"Oh we're getting there," he promised in a gravelly tone. With some of your strength and a grin returning, you leaned up and kissed him once more before giving his shoulder a gentle shove. He rolled off of you and landed heavily on his back. You followed, your arms on either side of his chest as his arms reached up to stretch, pulling muscles and skin taut. His back arched momentarily, ribs brushing against your nipples. When he settled back down on the mattress and caught your infatuated gaze, he flashed you a smug grin.

"Get over here," he rasped. You snorted as you moved to kneel between his thighs, his calves hanging over the edge of the bed, and then focused your attention on the button and zipper on his pants. When they were loosed enough, you tucked your fingers beneath the waistband and pulled them down as far as they could with your position, along with his underwear. His member—hard and heavy—freed itself and fell against his stomach, twitching and smearing clear liquid against his skin.

Your eyes dropped to his erection, heat curling your toes. Your gaze reluctantly left his shaft to move to his eyes, and you found him propped up on his elbows, watching you with wide eyes, large pupils, and his tongue poking out from between his lips. His natural flush had darkened, his chest and shoulders painted red. You rubbed the pad of your thumb against the underside of his cock and he released a sharp intake of breath upon the gesture, and a shallow thrust as he leaned his head back.

Taking your lip between your teeth, you shifted to allow your thighs to generate a small friction against your center and squeezed your fingers gently around his cock, stroking from base to tip with a practiced fluidity. He moaned beneath you, hips rising to meet your strokes as his breath came faster.

"I said, get the fuck over here," he hissed out. His hand came down a moment later, grabbing at your shoulder and pulling you up. Your knees came to rest on either side of his waist as your sex gently settled over his erection, your arousal coating him as you leaned your hands on his chest. Whimpers erupted from both of you when his hips pressed upwards.

His hands grabbed at your hips as you shuffled atop him only to move them to your chest when you began rolling your hips. His fingers kneaded, stroked, his thumbs pressing over pert nipples and making you shudder and dig your fingernails into his shoulders.

"Oh fuck, yes," he groaned. His hands left your chest to once more grip your waist, pulling you downwards as he pushed his feet to the floor and the backs of his shoulders into the mattress, rolling himself against your slit. When your hat nearly fell from your head, you pulled it on tighter and pressed it back down which made him emit a laugh in amusement.

You leaned further over him—angled yourself so his tip rolled over your clit with every thrust of his hips—and couldn’t stop the strangled moan that dripped from your tongue. Every slow drag built the tension growing in the bottom of your stomach. It rose and rose and rose, and you found yourself rising up on your knees shakily, your breaths ragged as you reached down with both hands, taking his erection in one and spreading your folds with the other.

A string of garbled words left his throat as you shifted your knees slightly and pressed the head of him to your slick opening. Slowly but surely, you sank down, feeling the press of him on every inch of you, the slide of heat that pulled at you until you were seated on him. You willed your hands to move steadily as you smoothed them over his chest, shoulders, ribs, needing to feel him everywhere.

"Oh fuck, keep going, that's it," he said between long, heavy breaths, a glint in his eyes as they pierced yours, and it spurred you on. You smiled, your thumbs rubbing soothing circles into his skin, your heart swelling.

You could hear him take in his breaths as he tried to control them, both inhaling and exhaling through his nose. A quiet moan left you when you leaned over him, your lips covering his own, tongue finding his in breathy gasps and warm, wet strokes. Hands reached for each other and fingers laced together when you settled back on your knees, palms pressing as you better arranged your legs.

And then, leaning your weight against his hands to give yourself some leverage, you lifted yourself. Your muscles clenched around him as his shaft dragged tantalizingly against your walls, his fingers squeezed, your thighs trembled. Breathy curses shot from his tongue as you wiggled your hips and began to sink down against him once more. It was slow—too much so. At this rate, you two would either be interrupted or drive each other mad.

Reluctantly, you pulled your fingers from between his and planted your palms firmly against his chest. His own fell against your hips, eyes catching yours, tongue sweeping over his bottom lip. He thrust his hips upwards, nudging himself that small bit deeper inside of you and pulling a moan from your throat.

With fingers pressing into muscles and supple skin, you both moved together. He lifted to aid your tensing thighs as you pressed down when his hips rose to meet yours. Breath left both of you quickly as he thrust up into you over and over. Your eyes fell from his to look down your body, to your breasts, to watch his cock delve into you. Though, you—at some point, somehow—had come to hold yourself stationary above him, he had set a pace, rising to meet you.

His grunts echoed in your ears, and your toes curled. He pushed up inside you once more and released your hips to pull your chest to his, wrapping his arms around you before rolling you two, pressing you back into the sheets. Though one of his hands remained curled behind your back—arching you against him—the other planted itself on the mattress, and he used it for leverage as he pulled back before pounding into your slick heat once more.

Your mouth fell open in moans and whimpers as he pressed into you. You cursed, a groan against the skin of his shoulder, followed by his name in two separate, stuttered parts as your legs spread further and your ankles hooked against the back of his thighs. Every thrust dragged his torso along yours. Chest hair brushed over your nipples, his abdomen riding along your stomach, and still he wasn't close enough. Your hands found his back and pressed him down onto you. With every movement, he would stutter briefly before curving his spine and digging into you even further, and every muscle in your body would clench.

When the rhythm he set began to falter, his teeth found your neck to leave more marks. He could write his name on your forehead so long as he didn't stop. You could feel yourself tightening around him, and you dug your fingers into his back, lifting your hips to meet his every thrust.

You were sitting on the edge, and he must have known it, because he settled the length of his body completely along yours and dropped the hand that had been propping him to slip between your bodies. His fingers ran across the slick skin at the spot you both joined before rising to press against your clit. You leaned in and bit into his shoulder as he rubbed small circles around the nub. His fingers twitched in a specific way, his cock rammed into you and—with a high-pitched noise you would be ashamed of later—you fell.

You felt wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure through your core, and every part of your body found some way to cling to him; your hands scrabbled against his back, ankles dug into the back of his legs. You wanted to scream—more than anything you wanted to scream—but your throat felt like it had collapsed as your jaw locked on his shoulder. The pads of his fingers continued to massage your clit, his cock still thrusting into you at a stuttered pace, and you continued to fall apart beneath him.

He tumbled over the edge with you, a strained grunt echoing in your ears as his hips rammed against yours one final time. His thighs jerked and he pulled you tighter against him, spilling himself into your tight heat.

Together, the two of you went limp, bodies twitching and sending aftershocks up your spines as you laid together. It took several moments for your breathing to return to a normal pace. Only then did Atsumu allow himself to slip from you, his breath a heave, and he settled lower on your body, his hand dropping to rest on your chest. Your hands were shaky as they rose to run through his hair. A contented moan vibrated against your collarbone and you smiled before repeating the motion with one hand and allowing the other to draw lazy circles between his shoulder blades.

"You were so good today," you praised, your voice still not completely there. "You definitely earned that."

His lips curved in a smile, and you could feel it against your skin. He purred in approval, "Of course, I always do."

He nuzzled his head into your breasts before he peppered wet, sloppy kisses on the soft mounds. You laughed airily and dropped your head back against the mattress. You sighed happily as your fingers continued to pull his hair from his forehead and felt his fingers—still somewhat shaky—trace patterns into the skin on the side of your rib cage.

Exhausted, the two of you curled on the bed, and he told you all about his raid on the Police Station, laughing as he recalled the events just before he came home to you, foreheads finding each other, fingers stroking. You could feel the rest of the world fall away, and losing yourself in the moments like these—like the laughter, the smiles, the tender looks—made your crazy, wild, unbelievably fun relationship with the blonde even more worth it.

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White Lies (Pt. 04 of 21)

Pairing: Keanu Reeves X Reader

Word count: 2.7 K

Summary: Keanu found the girl almost dead, in the wrecks of what was once her car. While she was in surgery, stuck in a coma, he gathered the best doctors of New York to attend to her. They told him she is likely to have some kind of brain damage, what may lead to memory loss. And this possibility added up wit the fact that she's pregnant, made the council come up with an odd idea. They asked Keanu to pretend to be her husband, since the stress of finding out everything that happened could put the baby in danger. He reluctantly agreed, but only if she does has some kind of memory loss. He still goes she'll wake up soon, with her memories intact.

But when you finally wake up, there's nothing inside. You're quick to find your head is empty, void, like a blank canvas. The only thing that brings you some relief, that makes you feel less lonely is the mention of a husband. And you can't wait to meet him, because you know you can't deal with this by yourself.

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Holding What Isn't His

Leaving the hospital is great. You feel like you're seeing the city for the first time because, in a way, you are. Keanu keeps the small talk as he drives, telling you about your schedules with the doctors. You'll be going to the hospital a lot, but you rather go there than staying.

Once you get to the house, you can't help but look around. The night has already fallen, but you know that the many glass walls will allow the light to come in during the day. Carrying your bag, Keanu gives you a quick tour through the first floor before guiding you upstairs. He's silent now, but you don't want to ask why. There are four bedrooms and a huge balcony. The view is amazing too, and you can't believe you live here.

“This is our bedroom,” Keanu says as he opens a door. Peaking inside, you see an amazing bedroom. A king-size bed is placed between two windows that reach from floor to ceiling. On the left side, a balcony with a sliding door. There's a small lounge on the corner, with a couch, an armchair, and a TV. You stand by the door, not sure if you should step further inside. “The house is new, so we're still working on the decoration.”

“It looks nice to me.” You mutter, putting a strand of hair behind your ear.

“All of your stuff is here, but you can sleep in the guest room if that will make you feel more comfortable.”

Oh. You haven't thought about that. “Uhm... I don't know.” It would be weird to sleep with Keanu, but you don't want him to be sad or anything. “I don't want you to think that I don't want to be with you, I just–”

“Hey, listen.” He puts the bag down and comes to stand before you. Keanu is very tall, and he towers over you. Raising your head to look at him, you sigh. “This is about you. I'll be happy as long as you're comfortable. So do what you have to do, alright?"

Taking a deep breath, you nod, looking down. Shyly, with your stomach burning a little, you take his hand. You're don't know where the gesture comes from, but you just need him to know you're here... And you need to know he's here too. “Just for a few days, I... I just need a while to get used to everything.”

“Take your time.” His thumb caresses the back of your hand, and it makes you smile a little. “It's a little late. You should get some rest.”

“Yeah.” You had dinner at the hospital, and it's almost ten. Nodding you run a hand through your hair. “Can I take a shower first? I don't know where any of my stuff is so...”

“Let me show you.” And so he does.

Keanu has a closet, and your stuff occupies half of it. He walks you around it, and you pick an old baggy shirt and sweatpants before heading to the bathroom. Keanu assures you can use his, and you decide not to refuse the offer. He kindly helps you settle down in the guest room when you're done, telling you to call him if you need anything. But, after lingering for some minutes, he leaves, turning the lights off before closing the door.

Surrounded by darkness, you lie on your side, pulling the blankets up to your shoulders. Sleep does come easier this time, knowing you're home. But you wake up a while later, eyes on the digital clock finding it's two in the morning. You do try to fall asleep again, but this time your mind won't let you. You're tired, exhausted even, of trying to remember. You want so bad to remember Keanu. To remember the plans you made for the baby, the time you've shared. This isn't fair to anyone. Not even to the life growing inside you. You can't help but blame yourself a little for putting an unborn child through such an accident, even though Keanu told you it wasn't your fault some crazy driver came speeding through the road. And, on top of all that, you might just be depriving Keanu of enjoying the pregnancy. You don't remember who you were before, or what you believed in, but you know this is something to be appreciated by both parts.

“Damn it.” You complain tossing around and sighing with the sudden need to eat something, you're not sure what. Trying to keep your mind still, eyes shut, you pull one of the pillows and hug it. But soon enough you're beyond frustrated, eyes rolling as you push yourself up, stopping for just a moment to wait for the dizziness to pass.

Tiptoeing, you walk through the hall, using the walls to guide you through the darkness since you don't know the place at all. Finding the kitchen is also a challenge since you don't want to turn any lights on until you get there. But when you reach the kitchen, you can't find the freaking switch, but you do manage to find the fridge, pulling the door open. Your eyes welcome the light, but you blink a little until you get used to it. Something in you says you shouldn't be opening his fridge like this, but this is your home, right? Maybe you're just overthinking.

“There gotta be something.” Mumbling you glance at your stomach, a small smile crossing your lips. “Is you, isn't it? You want some sugar.” You ask the baby, focusing your attention on the fridge again, scanning through it, trying to find anything you'd want to eat.

“Everything alright?” The voice comes with the lights being turned on, and you jump a little, pushing the fridge door closed. Turning on your heels, a hand on your heart, you find Keanu with an apologetic look. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.”

“It's alright, I was just looking for something sweet to eat, Uhm... The baby wants what it wants.” Shrugging your shoulders, you walk to the kitchen island, blushing a little, not sure why though.

“Did you find anything?” He asks, moving to stand across from you.

Shyly, you shake your head no. “I didn't, but I'm alright. I'm not hungry. It's just... Hormones, I think.”

“I'm sorry, I didn't do much grocery shopping while you were at the hospital, but I'll fix it.” He gives you a look you can't read. “I'll go get you something. There are a lot of stores opened twenty-four hours.”

“No, please.” You burst out, quickly walking around the island to reach Keanu when he starts walking to the living room. Grabbing his forearm, you succeed to make him stop. “You don't have to, really. I told you, I'm not hungry. You don't have to go out there in the middle of the night just because I'm having cravings.”

“Of course I have to.” He turns to face you completely, and you give a tiny step back just to have a better look at him. “Just tell me what you want. I'll put on a jacket and get going.”

“Please, Ke. I mean it, you don't have to.” When you realize the way you called him, you immediately look down, feeling heat spreading through your cheeks.

“I'm going. So you can either tell me what you want or I'll have to get creative and try to find out.” He says after a while of silence. But despite the ultimatum, he's voice is soft.

“I'm coming too then.” You quickly decide, crossing your arms and looking back at him, putting a face that means you won't change your mind. “And that's not debatable.” You add.

Despite the darkness, you see a smile playing on his lips.

Keanu doesn't complain, and half an hour later you're seating shotgun in his car in this grocery store parking lot, taking the piece of vanilla pie he bought you, with strawberries on top. Using a plastic fork, you start eating, your body immediately grateful for the shot of sugar. Or maybe it's just your head, but it is delicious.

“Do you want some?” Turning your body towards him, you fold a leg underneath you.

“No, thank you.” Keanu smiles, shaking his head lightly.

“Are you sure?” Taking one of the strawberries, you bite it, sucking on your thumb when you notice you got some frosting on it.

“I am.” He assures you, starting the car again. Sitting back straight and buckling up, you focus on your pie, watching the city lights passing through the window. “Remember when I told you about how our marriage was a secret? That we wanted to keep it private for as long as we could?”

“I do.” Nodding, you finish the pie, laying the empty plastic box on your lap. Keanu told you that at the hospital. He's a public figure, and you agreed on keeping your relationship only to yourselves. “Why?”

“People will know now. The news are already spreading ever since I took you to the hospital.” He glances at you. “I just wanted you to know. It won't be a secret anymore.”

“Alright.” Nodding, you turn your attention back at the window. “I'm a little dizzy.” You mutter, running a hand through your hair.

“Do you need me to stop?”

“No, I'm alright.” Closing your eyes, you try to focus on anything else than your sick stomach. Or the headache.

“Do you want to hold my hand?” The offer gets you by surprise, eyes opening to look at Keanu. You can't help but wonder if you usually hold hands as he drives, or if he's just trying to help you feel better.

After a few seconds considering it, you nod, quickly taking his hand. Intertwining your fingers with his, you breathe in deeply, the free hand laying on your stomach. “So... We should watch some of your movies.” Trying to distract yourself, you bring up the subject.

“Sure.” He stops by the red light, taking the time to look at you. “There's Matrix. It's about a programmer who is faced with the fact that his reality is controlled.” The light turns green and you start moving again. “There's John Wick. He's an assassin and this guy kills his dog so he starts hunting him down.”

“Who would kill a dog?”

Keanu chuckles, taking a turn left. “You'll like it.”

“Yeah. We should watch it... Together, I mean.” Quickly, you add, wondering if that's something he'd like to do. “When you have time, of course.”

“You're my priority now,” Keanu says, thumb caressing the back of your hand. “I took some time from the company I work at, so I'll be around a lot.”

“Alright.” Smiling, you nod.

You're almost falling asleep when the car stops, but you manage to push the door open and get out of the car. Keanu offers help, but you politely decline. He walks you to your room anyway, waiting until you lie down.

The night goes by faster after that, and the sunlight on your face is what bugs you enough to make you turn around, pulling the blankets over your head. But you're already awake, and hungry, so you just lie there for a few minutes before deciding to get up. It's funny how the first thing you think about every morning when you wake up is the child inside your belly. Caressing your still flat stomach, you smile. “Hi there, baby.” You whisper, wondering if he or she can hear you. “Why don't we... Why don't we go see if your daddy is awake?” Voice still weak, you blush to yourself to say such a thing, even in the privacy of your room. How could you do that? Get Keanu's eyes and marry him? He's not only handsome, but he has proven to be kind, caring, and loving. He's amazing.

Walking down the hall, you're about to knock on Keanu's bedroom door when you hear a noise downstairs and an awesome smell reaches you. It doesn't take much to you recognize it's bacon. He can't be making bacon, because it doesn't matter if you don't remember anything, you know a morning with bacon is perfect. Quickly, you go straight to the kitchen, stopping by the open area, observing Keanu from a distance. He is making bacon and something else, skilfully moving through the kitchen. But when he turns around, he spots you, raising his eyebrows. “Hey.” You mutter, smiling, and walking over him.

“Hi, beautiful,” Keanu says, and the pet name makes you blush. Placing both plates down, you see what he made. Waffles and bacon, a dish that looks a little more complicated than you thought. “Made you something nice.”

“It smells absolutely amazing.” Feeling timid suddenly, you lean against the countertop. “What do we do when we wake up?”

“What do you mean?” Keanu asks, taking both plates and gesturing for you to follow him to the square wooden table he has in the kitchen.

“Uhm... Do we just wake up and...” Running a hand through your hair, you don't really know why you brought it up. It just felt a little cold. “I don't know. Do we just say ‘hi’ and that's it?” Watching as he puts both plates down, you awkwardly stand beside him.

Keanu looks down at you, those dark eyes making you stand up a little straighter, involuntary moving just a bit closer. “We usually hug.” He says after some seconds of silence.

The idea makes you smile. Waking up and hugging your husband, surrounded by this amazing smell in such a beautiful morning. “Let's hug then.” You give the idea, but you don't move, unsure if he'll even want to do that. Maybe, just maybe, Keanu feels like you're a stranger too. You may look like his wife, but only on the outside. Inside, everything is gone. This thought makes your heart sink, and you step back, looking down with some tears starting to pool in your eyes. “I-I'm sorry, I just thought that... Nevermind.” You're turning around, seeking a chair to seat when you feel Keanu gently grabbing your arm.

“Come here.” He calls in a low voice, delicately pulling you into his open arms.

You collapse against his chest, trying hard not to cry. Hugging his midsection, you can't help but notice how smaller you are compared to him. But this makes you feel safe, secure. Allowing his heartbeat to calm you down, you take a deep breath, the pain in your chest fading away. You don't want to let go, but you know you'll have to in a while. You can't just hold on to Keanu forever, and this is supposed to be just a good morning hug.

He's been lying to her for a while now, on a regular basis. About why people didn't know about her, about why they still haven't chosen the baby's room. And now, he just said they use to hug. They don't.

As Keanu has his arms around her, embracing, holding the girl tightly against him, he can't help but curse himself. He wishes this could be real. Maybe, in completely different circumstances or another reality. But not here. She's still (Y/N), and he's still just looking after her. Making her feel safe, so her child will be safe too. Her child alone, not his.

A single sob escapes her lips as he rubs her back softly. He doesn't want to let go, but he knows he has to. (Y/N) isn't his, it doesn't matter how much Keanu wishes it could be different. But for now, he's willing to be what she needs. To hug her every morning. Keanu's mind is moving faster than ever, too many conflicting thoughts racing through. But right now, just for this brief moment, he'll let all those things go. He'll just hold her.

It takes a while, but (Y/N) moves, stepping back and raising her head to look into his eyes. Keanu swears he loses himself in her for a moment, like he's drowning. She smiles, sighing, wiping off a tear that rolled down.

“Well, good morning.” She mumbles, a small smile crossing her lips. Keanu reluctantly let go, gesturing for her to sit and that's what she does.

He can't help but smile too, all the way through breakfast. He answers her questions, taking in her face, lit up by the morning light coming through the windows. His heart is full like it has never been before. How could a woman he met only a while ago make him feel this way? It's insane, yet, Keanu doesn't want to feel any different.

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fangirlspammer · 5 years ago

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Sparks Fly (part 6)

Okay, so this took way too long to write. I've had most of it done for months now, but I couldn't see how to end it. This is going to be the last chapter for awhile. I could get inspired again and add to this story, but for now it has come to a close. I hope that you enjoy this chapter and I apologize for it's short coming. I hope what it lacks in length, it makes up for in feels🥺💜 thank you all for supporting this story and my writing. As always feedback is always welcome💜

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Okay, so it had been over a month since you and Jack had been caught making out in the gym by Vance, and maybe every time the two of you made plans, or came close to anything further than second base, there was a new case. Maybe, just maybe, the last time she was at your house your brother and his fiance walked in when Jack was straddling you, her shirt all a mess with her bra showing and her stomach exposed. Did that mean that you were going to give up? Sometimes it felt that way, especially on days like this. The case was closed, you were going to get off earlier than normal, and nothing seemed to stand in your way. It was all just too easy.

"Are you ready?" Jack's voice woke you from your day dream. You hadn't seen her come down. She stood there dangling a set of keys on her fingers with a wide grin plastered on her face. You couldn't quite figure her out still, but that was part of the excitement of a new relationship.

"Ready?" You arched a brow and leaned forward, taking her in. She seemed happier than normal and you loved that.

"Just a surprise I have planned," she smirked and shook her head when you tilted your head hoping for more of an answer.

"Well I don't plan on jinxing it," you laughed and gathered your things before hopping up. You looked to Gibbs for approval and he just nodded. "Goodbye Team Gibbs, see y'all Monday!" You didn't waste any time on your normal goodbyes and ran to catch up with Jack in the elevator.

The whole ride home had been almost silent, but the radio played while you shifted constantly in your seat. Jack rested a hand on your shaking leg and gave you a reassuring smile. You couldn't help it. You were curious, excited and a bundle of nerves all at once. Once you both reached your home Jack insisted you change your clothes.

"Jack, this is crazy," you laughed as you rushed around your room for something to wear. You could hear Jack laugh outside of your door and you grinned, rolling your eyes at her childish behavior. "Are you going to tell me what we are doing?" You could practically hear Jack's smirk boring its way through the door as you hopped around the room with one leg in your jeans.

"I'm just taking you somewhere for the weekend," she finally announced just a little bit of her plan. Her eyes widened when she heard a thud and a few little crashing sounds coming from inside your room. "Y/N? Are you alright?"

If you weren't such a sight with your pants halfway up and your shirt stuck on your head, you'd have asked for her help, but you did not want her to see this. You finally pulled the shirt down and leaned against your dresser as you sat on the floor breathlessly. "Yeah, I'm fine," you assured her and looked around for shoes. "A weekend away? Shouldn't I pack??"

"You're covered," she chuckled.

"She had me pack for you!" you heard Travis call from the living room.

"Oh god," you mumbled under your breath as you made your way to the door.

"Don't worry. I told him just what to pack," she assured you with a knowing smirk when you opened the door. "I may have added a few things on my lunch break."

Your eyes widened slightly when you saw hers gloss over with a hint of lust. You swallowed hard and took her hand when she offered it to you. "Are you sure I don't have time for a shower or something?"

"Don't worry, you'll have plenty of time for that when we get to our destination," she smirked and waved to your brother. "Thanks again Travis."

"Anytime Special Agent," Travis laughed and shut the door.

You didn't say much for the first half hour of the ride. When did Jack sneak out of the office? Wouldn't you have noticed her leaving? Maybe you had been too caught up in the case, either way this was exciting. Your stomach was doing flips, however, as you thought about taking the next step in your relationship. It wasn't that you didn't want this, it was more so that you hadn't done this in years.

"You're awfully quiet for someone with so much curiousity," Jack pipes up with a little giggle.

Your heart raced a moment and a gentle smile crossed your lips as you listened to her laugh. You could listen to her all day, but that laugh was something extra special to you. You gave a small shrug and grinned, your eyes were focused on the mountains and trees that now surrounded you.

"Do you plan on telling me where we're going?" You arched a brow and glanced at her. She pressed her lips together and smirked. "See? Then I can't ask questions that will get me nowhere," you laughed and rolled your eyes. Her hand came to rest on your knee and gave you a little squeeze. "How did you manage to do all of this without my knowing?" You decided to give one question a try, not expecting much.

Jack pursed her lips together and wrinkled her brow as she gave thought to answering you. She decided it was a safe enough question and proceeded to respond. "I know your schedule well enough by now, and your brother did most of the work anyhow," she laughed.

"I can't believe you got Travis to pack my luggage," you laughed half in amusement, and half in dread of what she made him pack. You still were completely clueless.

"Don't worry. All the real sexy stuff is in another bag I packed myself," she smirked watching you squirm a bit.

Your heart picked up speed once more as you started to picture the two of you together again. You often had very vivid dreams about the two of you in moments of uninterrupted passion. Some nights you woke up in a hot sweat from the images you had. You felt her fingers trace your thighs and you swallowed hard, pushing your legs together a bit. when you looked over to her she was playing innocent as she drove, but you could see the smirk playing on her lips.

When the car came to a stop an hour later you realized exactly where you were. Jack didn't hesitate a moment before jumping out of the car and unpacking it. You unbuckled and looked around, impressed that she had done all of this just to spend a few, uninterrupted, days with you.

"Now how on Earth did you manage to get Gibbs to give up his quiet getaway?" You inquired, following behind her with a bag slung over your shoulder.

"I can get just about anybody to do just about anything," she smirked, turning around to face you now. You saw the spark of amusement in her eyes as she let your mind travel to the gutter. You rolled your eyes biting your lower lip. "You know you're cute when you do that."

You let go of your lip and replaced your grin with a look of pure confusion. "Do what?"

She took a step closer and your heart picked up speed. "Bite your lower lip. It's sort of...sexy," she smirked.

Your heart raced faster. If she was trying to turn you on it had worked hours ago. This was just torture. You watched her tongue come out to wet her lips, drawing out the motion to drive you crazier than you already were. You mumbled something under your breath.

"What was that?" She stopped mid stroke as she pushed your hair behind your ears.

"I said I can't believe it's been 4 weeks," you repeated as the ache you felt for her only grew stronger. You lifted your gaze and saw her eyeing you like the last piece of Ghirardelli chocolate.

"4 weeks and 6 days, but who's counting?" she teased and took a step closer.

You let out a breathy chuckle and wrapped your arms around her neck. "Well, obviously not you," you teased. She rolled her eyes and you couldn't stand her cuteness any longer. You pulled her closer and captured her lips in yours. This weekend was going to be perfect.

Okay that was way shorter than I thought. I am really sorry🥺

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Resistance: Part 1

Dean Winchester x OFC

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Despise /verb/: feel contempt or a deep repugnance for.

- B o -

This was so normal for us, me and Riley sitting at a bar at the end of a "hard" day. She'll continuously drink while I sit and have a few beers, neither of us ever get a buzz anymore. Bartenders almost without out fail will hit on her, and she'll most likely bring them back to the room we're staying at while I sit in the car, or even at the bar if her fling takes place in the vehicle itself. I never get mad and she always offers me a free pass the next morning to do the same to her one day, but I don't use it.

"Are you sure you're cool with this?" She asks me, as the guy she's been hitting on grabs his coat.

I nod. "Riley, honestly I don't care, it's your car anyway, try and text me if he turns out to be into anything weird. " She rolls her eyes, and downs her last drink.

"You want me to let you know just so you can get some of that, I know you're into some weird shit." Laughing, she stands up, as my middle finger shoots up. I mean anyone can enjoy a little weird, but I'm not gonna be fuel to her flame. She heads out with the guy and I pretend to busy myself reading the label on the full bottle of beer in front of me. I usually do this until the bartender asks me if I'm alright, and then when I nod he gives me another bottle. This time I'm doing it because the guy on a stool away from me is glancing not so discretely at me every few seconds, and I don't feel like talking to anyone tonight.

"If you're gonna pretend to read that at least move your eyes a little." The guy says and my eyes flick up before I turn my head to look at him, familiar. "It would make it a little more believable."

" Maybe you wouldn't have noticed if you weren't staring so hard. " I bite back and he smiles. My hand is wet from condensation on the bottle, it's lost its chill as I drink from it. Thinking this man is gonna stop talking to me and just move on to annoy someone else was the first mistake I made. The second was when I actually acknowledged the fact that he had now moved to the stool where Riley was sitting.

"Is she your sister?" He asks, I roll my eyes. "I'm Dean, by the way." Dean Winchester, I think, of course he is. My silence gives him a moment to take another drink from his glass before he licks his lips.

"Hm, I expected Dean Winchester to be a little," I look him over for emphasis. "More intimidating." And then I smile slightly. His smirk made it obvious he wasn't the least bit offended by that, taking it more as a game.

"Should I know you?" Are his next words and I shake my head because it isn't likely, me and Riley keep to ourselves. Then again, he's a Winchester.

"Bo Shoemaker." And then I mentally curse myself because when the hell do I ever give my real last name. It's like that one rule totally left my mind. Dean's face seems to recognize it and he's just processing it, almost as if he'd be embarrassed if he said anything wrong.

"Shoemaker, as in-"

"Yeah, exactly." I cut in because I don't wanna hear his name out loud.

"So that girl, Riley Duncan I'm guessing?" I nod at that. "Bobby always says me and my brother-"

"That we're just like you and Sam, yeah I know and it's ridiculous." Once again he's cut off. "Look I should go, we gotta head out early tomorrow and it's my turn to drive." Liar.

Before Dean can say anything else I stand up, leave money, and walk out before conversation can go any further. I have no clue where I'm gonna go but honestly anything is better than having to discuss personal life. The spot our car was in is now empty, looking around at the last three cars left in the lot shows just how late it is. I scuff my boots against the pavement as I take short walks across the small area I'm given. My hands are shoved into my jacket pockets, and my breath fogs up the air in front of me. It's fucking freezing out here and I'm the coward that walked out just so I didn't have to face the truth. Dean wasn't innocent, but his curiosity was and all I had to do was say I didn't want to talk about it, of course he would have understood. I sit down on the curb of the sidewalk in front of the building, knowing Riley, I would be here a while.

His keys jingle as he approaches my side , and his booted feet crunch against some leaves when he steps off the curb to sit on it.

"I don't really want to talk about it. " I mumble, picking at the thread in my jeans. Dean doesn't say anything for a while, he only extends his legs in front of him.

"Yeah I get it, you need a ride anywhere?" He asks, looking at me.

"How long have they been gone?" I question, considering that it felt like ages since Riley had left me. Dean simply just shows me his wrist and the watch tells me it's been about an hour of me sitting out here.

"Yeah, the motel down the road." I answer his question and stand up at the same time as him. I can tell which car is gonna be his but I still wait for him to make the first move towards it before getting in the passenger side. We take the short drive to the motel, I thank him for the ride and get out as soon as I can.

"Hey, " I look back at him as he stands in the open doorway of his car. "What're you two in town for anyway."

"Not gonna let you steal our hunt Winchester." I smirk towards him and keep walking to our room. Giving the door a few knocks just to be safe, and hearing only the TV playing some ridiculously fake action film gives me the clear to go inside. Riley is on her bed, staring blankly at the screen. When she sees me the TV gets turned off, and her eyes close, she had been waiting for me to come back before she could comfortably fall asleep. The blankets are extremely thin, and my old shirt and shorts don't do much justice for any extra warmth. My eyes close, but I never fall asleep, as always.

The next morning we were up early, much to Riley's protest, in our smartest clothes, as we speak to some of the victim's family and friends. The guy's sister and roommate didn't have much information for us when I looked at the notes I took. I look up for just a second to acknowledge the waitress before looking back at my papers, the lady sets the plates down, it's mostly Riley's food anyway.

"Come on, take a break." She says with her mouth already full of pancake.

"We're missing so much yet I feel like it's right in front of our face." Dropping my pen, I replace it with my coffee mug and drink the rest of it.

" We'll figure it out." She assures and when I finally give her a real look her eyes are pointed in a direction outside. I turn my gaze to match hers and see her focus is on the Winchesters. I knew this would happen, I just had hoped I was wrong. What else would practically the most well known hunters be doing in a small town like this.

"Damn it, they're gonna take our hunt. " I groan.

"They can try, we were here first and I bet you got more of a lead anyway. " I go to argue because I know of Sam's records, and he's good at what he does when it comes to research, but Riley's chugging a cup of coffee and walking out the door before I can speak. Leaving a bit of money on the table and rushing to pack all my things up, I follow after her.

"Listen, what we had was great last night but that doesn't mean you can follow me." Is Riley's opening line towards Sam when I get out there, Dean laughs and Sam half smiles shaking his head. They're probably coming from where we just were based on the suits they're in. I finally reach her side and fix the strap of my bag on my shoulder. The boys look at me for a second before looking back at Riley who isn't done talking yet.

"This hunt is ours so don't even think about meddling in on us. "

"Hey, what's wrong with a little help?" Dean says with that smirk I already despise.

"We don't need help." I snap back at him. But then I get confused when Riley doesn't back me up.

"Bo, we could use some help, you said yourself that you didn't have enough, they might have what we're missing" She speaks quietly to me and I'm pissed because she's absolutely right and I still don't want their help.

"We're heading back to where we're staying, you guys can come with us and we'll see if we can piece anything together." Sam offers, the quiet conversation Riley was having with my ear probably wasn't too secret being we're only a few feet away.

"Yeah that's good, Sam come with me." And with that me and Dean are left standing there as Sam and Riley get in her car and drive off to the place. Dean goes to the passenger side of his car and opens the door for me, my eyebrows rise and he just shrugs. I get in the car with a huff and he shuts the door before getting in the drivers side and starting her up. The car ride is similar to last nights with no talking until we get to the motel they've been staying at.

The rest of the day and the late hours of the night are spent with me and Sam "geeking out" together, as Riley called it. Her and Dean just sat back and looked up anything we asked for. After all of us had gone through our fifth round of coffee Riley had called it a night and went to our room and an hour after that Sam headed to bed. I packed up my things roughly just to transport them to our room so I could continue working.

"Goodnight." Dean says when I try to leave without saying anything to him. I hardly glance over my shoulder and give a slight nod and a mumble before slipping out of the room and into ours.

"Bo, I don't see why it's so important to you that we do this on our own." Riley complains as I am trying to convince her to leave before we can meet up with the boys. Call me selfish, but I am feeling pretty confident that we have all the information we need after last night with Sam. Instead of answering her, I just start throwing her clothes that somehow managed to explode out of her bag within a night. I hear her groan and then go into the bathroom to get her other things. I slip out of the motel room to go load up the car with our duffel bags. Just as I shut the back car door, I look up to see Dean looking right back at me. What the hell? Why was he always around.

"What?" I ask, the question comes out a little more snarky than I intended. At first I had thought that I would get off easy when he just simply shook his head.

"Well, I definitely was comparing you more to Sam this whole time, but you and me seem to have some things in common too." He says with a sort of surprised tone. I roll my eyes, because the last thing I want is to be compared to Dean Winchester.

" I prefer to work alone too, just me and Sam." He finishes. I nod and decide to end this conversation as soon as I can.

"You should understand that it isn't personal then?" He nods at my comment this time. "Anyways, let's face it, we'll most likely cross paths again won't we? Hopefully it'll be a while" Dean laughs at that and heads back into his room. Riley comes out shortly after and we get in her car and head off to undergo the action of this hunt.

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