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New Years Eve - Brian Quinn fanfic

You attend Q’s New Years Eve party with your bestfriend, Once the alcohol starts flowing and the party gets started you come out of your shell.

⚠️ Warning - Smut, Alcohol Consumption ⚠️

I pull on my sparkly mini dress and heels, spray some perfume and comb through my blonde curls before getting an Uber to Q’s house. It was New Years Eve and he was hosting the party this year, I met the Jokers through my bestfriend Chloe who works on the show. I was meeting her there, as I pull into Q’s street it’s filled with party goers cars. I check the time and it’s 9pm, I didn’t want to come too early. I thank my driver and make my way inside.

The house is full, the music thumps in my chest as I make my way through the crowd to the kitchen. I set down the bottle of Vodka and Champagne on the counter - I couldn’t come empty handed. I grab a red cup and pour myself a Vodka Lemonade taking a big sip i’m ready to leave 2023 behind and start fresh. I had a bad break up with my ex who I found cheating on me in our house, our bed and i’ve been feeling down in the dumps ever since but i’m ready to let that go going into the New Year and move on.

“There’s my girl!”. I turn as I hear Q shout, he’s stood leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen in a black tshirt and jeans, I smile and make my way to him. He pulls me into him wrapping his arms around my waist holding me flush against his body, I wrap my arms around his neck as he rubs the small of my back. We hang out in the kitchen catch up and do a couple of shots, ever since I met Q i’ve always had a thing for him. We both flirt everytime we see each other and there’s a lot of sexual tension between us but nothing has ever happened but maybe now that I don’t have a boyfriend anymore. Q wraps his arm around my shoulders pulling me into him, I look up at him placing my hand on his chest my other hand is under his tshirt at the back. “I’ve missed you” he smiles down at me and butterflies flutter in my tummy. “I’ve missed you too Q” I smile back at him as he leans into me but as he’s about to kiss me Chloe comes into the kitchen and shouts my name with excitement, Q pulls away and laughs slightly disappointed as he lets me go. “Sorry, did I just interrupt something?” She asks waving her finger between us. I shake my head and laugh “no, you’re fine” “let’s go dance!” She pulls me from Q and I look back at him as i’m getting dragged away, he’s stood watching as he runs his hand through his short hair.

The drinks are flowing and i’m in the living room in the crowd dancing with Chloe, Joe is sober and showing us his best moves, Murr and Sal are drunk and dancing with each other. I catch Q stood talking to his ex Taylor and I instantly feel jealous, her hands are on his body but he keeps his hands to himself whilst drinking his beer. As the night goes on I start to become more drunk and have came out of my shell, i’m dancing and slut dropping like nobody’s watching. I wander the hallway upstairs looking for the bathroom when I bump into Matt who works on the show, i’m leaning against the wall to keep my balance and he’s got his hand on the wall beside my head trying his best to shoot his shot with me. “Ey! she’s mine” Q announces as he approaches us, Matt throws his hands up defensively and walks away. “Hm I don’t think I am yours Mr Quinn, do I sense a hint of jealousy” I ask raising my eyebrow, he laughs taking my hand in his and leaning down to my ear. “I’ll make you mine” I feel him smile against my ear before he pulls me into the room to our right locking the door behind us.

I look around the room seeing pin ball machines and I then realise we’re in his game room. Q lifts me over his shoulder like he did in the Fire Department, I squeal as he plants me down on the couch in the middle of the room and climbs on top of me. “I’ve been waiting all night to have you alone, i’ve been dying to do this…” he smashes his lips against mine taking me by surprise but I kiss back letting his tongue dominate my mouth. Both our hands roam each others bodies and I grab the bottom of Q’s shirt pulling it over his head, he pushes up my mini dress exposing my bare flesh - I couldn’t have a pantie line in my dress so I was going comando. Q shuffles down the couch and pulls my legs over his shoulders diving deep licking me like I was the last ever lolly pop, I try my best to keep quiet incase anyone heard but my god he knew what he was doing. I arch my back and tangle my fingers in his hair as I cry his name reaching my climax I begin to come down and Q crawls up my body again grinning like a Cheshire Cat, I blush as he pushes down his pants followed by his boxers. “Can we turn off the light” I ask and he nods going over and flicking off the light but there’s still a little bit of light just enough to see each other. He climbs back onto me pumping himself a few times before slotting himself between my legs, he pushes into me slowly sighing happily as he does so. I put my hand on his chest and he stops pushing deeper, “whoa big guy take it easy”. He smiles at me and leans down connecting our lips again. “Tell me when I can move again” he mumbles as he kisses my neck. After I’ve adjusted to the girth it was time to tackle the length, Q moves his hips pushing deeper and deeper into me, I claw at his back trying to get used to ache between my legs. I soon adjusted to him being inside me and that’s when I saw a side to Q i’ve never seen before, he was like an animal slamming so deep inside of me he makes me scream - no one has ever done that before. The pleads and screams leaving my mouth only seem to encourage him as he grabs my legs pulling them further up his body, red claw marks are scattered over his body from my nails and desperation to cling onto him as he gives me pleasure i’ve never ever felt before. As his thrusts begin to get sloppy I know he’s getting close both our bodies are covered in sweat and the smell of sex fills the air, Q slows down pumping into me once more before stilling deep inside filling me to the brim with ropes of his white cum. I cry his name and he does mine as he falls on top of me completely exhausted. “5,4,3,2,1 HAPPY NEW YEAR” we hear the guests cheering as we lay trying to get our breaths back. Q sits up allowing me to get more air into my lungs, I notice he’s smiling down at me as I sit up. “That’s the best way i’ve ever brought in the new year. Happy New Year beautiful” he kisses my lips soft and lovingly as we lay back down on the couch in each others arms.

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flames & deception {zuko}

Request: Heyoo!! Can I request a zuko x reader where Zuko and y/n get into a fight, and Zuko accidentally burns y/n? But instead of y/n getting mad at Zuko, y/n forgives him, kinda like the scene where Zuko and Iroh reunite? Ty!! ❤️❤️❤️(It can be either headcanon, imagine, whatever you’re the most comfortable with!) (*´ω｀*)

Pairing: Zuko x Earth Kingdom!Reader

Prompt: After setting Appa free Zuko has a nasty fever that leaves him sick in bed for days on end. While the reader is watching over a sleeping Zuko he has a nightmare, causing him to accidentally hurt the reader.

I’m such a sucker for againsty Zuko😻

“You know I saw a wanted poster for the blue spirit the other day.”

Lee ignored your comment, continuing to pace around his apartment above Mushi’s tea shop.

“You do know what that means, right? If someone spots you they’ll send guards after you. Or even worse; the Dai Li.”

You’ve been dating Lee for about two months now. Even though you didn’t know much about his past, he seemed to be very open and comfortable with you. A couple weeks into the relationship he told you about his evening excursions as the ‘Blue Spirit’. It never bothered you, but after climbing through your window one night all bloody and cut up from a fight, you couldn’t help but worry about your boyfriend.

“Do you hear what I’m saying?!” you raised your voice, annoyed at his I-could-care-less attitude. “Yes.” he responded dryly, slipping his swords into its sheath. You sighed and marched up to him, placing your hands on his chest. “Lee…” you said rubbing your thumbs in circles against his black skin-tight suit, “I just want you to be safe… Please, isn’t there another way?” you reached up to brush his hair out of his face. Before you could reach the black locks he grabbed your wrist tightly.

“You wouldn’t understand.” He lowered your wrist back down to your side, “I have to do this.”

This made you furious. “Oh of course!” you seethed through your teeth, “Of course I wouldn’t understand! You know not everything can be fixed with this little ‘hero’ act you have going on. Am I just not supposed to worry about you anymore?!” you yelled at him.

“Yes (y/n)! You don’t know me! You don’t know the things I’ve been through, the shitty things I have done. Hell, the shitty things I am going to do! You only care because you think I am this wounded, helpless creature, but guess what? I’m. Not. I’ve been on my own for years now and I don’t need you telling what I can and can’t do. When will you get it. I. Don’t. Need. You.”

He was now merely inches away from your face, eyes filled with fire. You weren’t sure when exactly the lump in your throat appeared, but you could feel soft, subtle tears sting against your cheeks. “Well. The next time you’re covered in cuts and bleeding out, don’t come to me.” you said before walking out, slamming the door behind you.

***

Three days after your big fight you received a letter in the mail.

Dearest (y/n),

I am afraid Lee has fallen extremely ill. He has been under my constant care for days, yet cannot seem to break his fever. I know my nephew hurt you, he often speaks out of fear— lashing out at those closest to him. I sincerely apologize on his behalf.

I need to go across town to fetch medicine to hopefully help his temperature go down. Would you be willing to come and sit with him for an hour or two? You are more than welcome to decline. Either way please come by the shop for a cup of tea soon. Seeing your beautiful smile warms my heart.

With all my love,

Mushi

As angry as you were, you knew how much he loved his nephew. You could not stand to break his heart. So, the next day you swallowed your pride and walked into the tea shop with your head held high.

He greeted you with open arms, as if nothing had happened. “He has been asleep for days,” Mushi explained leading you up the stairs to the apartment. “He just needs someone near to refill his water and keep a damp cloth a top his head. He will occasionally become restless in his sleep and thrash around a bit,” he said with sad eyes, “I will be back as soon as possible. Thank you (y/n). Your act of kindness is a gift from the spirits.” Resting your palm against his arm you said, “Mushi, you know I would do anything for you.” He smiled gratefully, bowing before leaving the room.

He looked so peaceful for the first few minutes, despite the small beads of sweat you noticed dripping down his face and chest. You made sure to switch out the damp rag with a new, cool one and refilled the bucket with fresh water. As you were putting the bucket down you noticed a worried expression stretch across his face. Before you knew it he began writhing back and forth, “Lee?” you knelt down and reached out to wake him up.

Before you could reach him, he quickly sat up and hurled his arm in your direction. You quickly jumped out of the way, and that’s when you noticed it. Fire ripping past your body. Your body was far enough, but you left hand that had come up to instinctively block your face was grazed by a stray flame. You yelped and squatted down to the floor, cradling your hand.

“(y/n)?”

You opened your hand, a slash across your palm already fading into a bright red.

“(y/n)… Please tell me I didn’t do that.” His eyes began filling up with tears.

His eyes were fearful. Terrified of what he had just done. Then the pain started to hit you. Panicking you ran to the bathroom, latching the door behind you. Your mind racing as you submerged your hand underneath the cool faucet.

Lee was a firebender.

He pounded on the door, “(y/n) please let me help you”

Was he a spy?

“Shit! I’m so sorry, please don’t hate me.” his voice cracked. It was obvious to tell he was crying.

No. Not a spy. Then why was a firebender in Ba Sing Se?

“don’t-hate-me, dont-hate-me, please just- fuck! I can’t lose you. I need you.”

“Is your name even Lee?” you felt your mouth move before you could think.

You heard him exhale through the sliding door. “No.”

You turned off the faucet, waiting for his explanation. “My name isn’t Lee. My real name is Zuko… Prince Zuko. My father- he. He is the Firelord. Two years ago he he burnt my face for speaking out against him.” he paused, “I was banished from the Fire Nation after that… My Uncle, Iroh and I have been on the run since I was 14. We came to Ba Sing Se to start over.”

You slid the door open. You were terrified to ask, but your heart needed to hear his answer “Have these last two months been one big lie? Is this… Us-” He stood in front of you eyes red from crying, his hair still damp with sweat. “No.” He said sternly, “Not you. Never with you.” His chest heaved as he spoke, “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I pushed you away. I am so sorry. I don’t deserve you.” he swiped his hand down his face, “I lied to you. I was stupid to let myself forget who I am, the kind of person I am. Being around you just made me feel… Normal. I was lost and confused and I used you. You have every right to hate me.”

“Zuko.” your lips testing the sound of his name. “I could never hate you.”

He sighed heavily. He walked up to you wrapping his arms around your middle, tucking his head into your neck. You curled your arms around his shoulders, embracing his head with your hand, stroking your fingers through his hair. You could feel his breath quicken, his tears damp against your clothes, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I love you.” your body tensed, “Please don’t leave me.” his voice whispered, muffled against your skin. Sliding your hands to his neck, you lifted his head from his chin. “I’m not going anywhere.” you reassured, hands now cupping the sides of his face, brushing the tears with your thumbs. “I love you too.”

He immediately pulled you into him, latching onto your lips. His hand slid up the length of your back, pressing your chest against his. You tilted your head downwards, resting your forehead against his. As he pulled away your hands fell to his chest. “Can I just say…” you sighed. He glance at you through his lashes, tightening his grip on your hip. “Yes. Anything.”

“I like your real name so much better than Lee.” you couldn’t help but giggle. He groaned throwing his head back, “Ugh, yea. My Uncle gave it to my as a joke. I got him back by calling him Mushi though.” You both shared a quick laugh.

“Yea I have to be honest, I had to hold myself back from moaning your name all those times. Lee is such an un-sexy name.” you joked, hooking your hands behind his back. He rolled his eyes jokingly, “I just told you I am the crowned Prince of the Fire Nation and that is what you take from it?!” You smiled giddily, “Mhmm, yup.”

“You are ridiculous.” He said before kissing you lightly. “Come on, I used to burn myself while training as a kid. I know a recipe to help it heal.” he said leading you to the kitchen.

***

Let me know if you guys want a part two, maybe a prequel or just more of this Earth Kingdom!Reader plot-line to carry throughout the storyline of the show. Maybe them reuniting on the outer walls with Iroh and the white Lotus or after the war is finished. Hope you guys liked this one <3

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Just Say Yes --A Destination Fear One Shot (Dakota Laden/Reader)

A/N: Fic can also be found here on AO3. Inspiration from the proposal that happened at NJ Paraunity Expo.

The crew and you were on the road again after being in Savannah, Georgia investigating the Old Candler Hospital. It had been a successful investigation with the best evidence captured by Tanner and Chelsea. The two caught a picture of an apparition hanging from the Hanging Tree, also known as the Candler Oak. As the road trip continued, you all tried to recuperate as well as you, Chelsea, Tanner, and Alex tried to figure out where Dakota was taking you next.

Hours pass before Dakota gave a hint, “Rather than going the daring, over-the-top type of pit stop, I decided to go a bit more historical.”

You turn your head to give him a puzzled look as you were already sitting next to him with his arm around your shoulders while Tanner, Alex, and Chelsea give him an inquisitive look from across the RV. Chelsea was already facing him while Tanner and Alex had to turn their heads as well.

“Aren’t there historical parts of every state?” you question.

“Yeah, that isn’t much of a hint, dude,” Alex complains.

“Well, yes, there are historical parts in every state. Where we’re going though isn’t a state,” Dakota proclaims.

It all seemed to click for you and the rest of the crew with that hint as you all almost shout out in unison “We’re going to Washington D.C.?!”

Dakota chuckles before he responds with “Yes we are.”

“Any specifics on where in DC?” Tanner asks.

“So, there is a place called the Tidal Basin. Around it is many monuments to stop by, plus the cherry blossoms around the basin should be in bloom around this time of year,” Dakota explains.

“That sounds so picturesque,” you say, daydreaming a bit about the beauty you are about to see.

“I sure hope it is,” Dakota says with almost a nervous smile.

You almost missed the smile while daydreaming a bit. Key word being almost. This causes you to start overthinking a bit. Why would Dakota be nervous? This was his location and pit stop that he picked. You only remember a few times in the years you two have been dating of him being nervous: once being when he asked you out, once being when he asked you to join the cast of Destination Fear, and once being when he told you “I love you” for the first time. There does not seem like a reasonable explanation for him to be nervous here. Maybe he is hoping for cool cinematography through the cherry blossoms or even interesting photographs from Alex Nelson while at the pit stop.

You settled on the idea that you misinterpreted the smile Dakota gave when he told the rest of you “We should be there in roughly half an hour.”

Once the half an hour passes, you all pile out of the RV with filming equipment in hand. What you see are trees littered with pink and white blooms surrounding the reservoir on a bright, clear day. The weather was not too cold either. Overall, this adventure could not have been more perfectly timed.

“So, the closest memorial we are near is the War Memorial. There are others around the basin. We could split up after the War Memorial so we can prioritize which memorials we want to see,” Dakota suggests to you all.

The group nods and head towards the War Memorial. The memorial commemorates any citizen from DC who served in World War I. What was the most fascinating was that no matter the race, ethnicity, or gender, those who died in the war were commemorated. Usually, history tends to not acknowledge those of different races, ethnicities, and genders that helped during the war, so it was refreshing to see everyone properly acknowledged. After witnessing it, you and Dakota decided to go in the same direction you started heading in while Chelsea, Tanner, and Alex decided to go the opposite way.

The two of you continue to walk the path, stopping at upcoming memorials such as the Franklin Delano Roosevelt Memorial and the George Mason Memorial. You would often be a few steps ahead of Dakota, excited about seeing all the sights, causing you to miss the fact that he kept fiddling with something in his pocket that would be the surprise of your life. After witnessing the Thomas Jefferson Memorial, the two of you slowed down as you have seen most of the memorials by this point.

Dakota points up ahead to one specific tree, stating, “That tree is called the Indicator Tree. It apparently blooms a week or so before the rest of the cherry blossoms.”

“That’s so interesting,” you tell him as you continued walking towards it.

As you slowly approached the Indicator Tree, you felt Dakota grab your hand and turn you around before kissing your cheek, your hand still in his.

“You know how much I love you, right?” Dakota asks with a nervous quiver in his voice.

“Yeah,” you reply feeling like you are missing a part of the picture.

“I still can’t believe that this show brought us together,” Dakota says while getting a little bit sappy, “So I find it fitting to have the show involved with this.”

You give him a puzzled look at the second sentence before noticing that he put his camera down and that he was slowly going down on one knee. You quickly put your camera down to cover your mouth in shock.

Dakota continues while pulling a box with a gorgeous ring out of his pocket, “I know you’re the one I want to share the rest of my life with, and I hope this is an indicator of just that. Will you marry me?”

Happy tears streamed down your face as you enthusiastically tell him “Yes!”

He quickly gets up, hugs you, and kisses you before placing the ring on your finger. You hear cheering from around you. At first you thought it was just people passing by, but as you turned you noticed that Chelsea, Tanner, and both Alex’s were there. They must have been hidden around where you were to capture the moment. It started to make sense now why there was the idea of separating at the Tidal Basin and why Dakota seemed to have a nervous smile earlier: he was planning this.

“Congratulations!” the rest of the group shout while pulling the two of you into a group hug.

You could not be any happier in the moment. You were surrounded by people who care about you, and you have someone you know you will spend the rest of your life with. What more could you ask for?

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Save it for the Doctor. Spencer Reid x Reader.

(A/N: this is based off a writing prompt. “You’re… beautiful.” “And you’re concussed”) Word count; 2,475 Part 2 (edit: my pleas for requests for stories are not reaching people so I will beg here. If you want a oneshot I’ll write it. Prompt or no prompt.)

I had heard a lot about the recent murders. I even had seen a few almost survivors on my mom’s operation table, yet somehow I was wrapped up in the middle of it. Smack in the middle. No normal citizen even knew the FBI was investigating the murders and yet I was being interrogated. The man who sat in front of me was just mean, he wore a serious look and his eyes never moved from the narrow eyed glare he gave anyone who walked by and especially gave me. I was happy to cooperate, but the minute I was under fire I was fed up and wanted a lawyer. I was no killer, I had no upper body strength to move a dead body and believe me, I would know how much a dead body weighs thanks to my mom training me. I was a tired college student trying to get my damn degree so I could move on with my fucking life. And I was not in the mood to be interrogated when I could be working on my thesis. The mean man, Agent Hotchner I believe was just staring. I guess waiting for me to break or some shit like that? I don’t know. I wasn’t talking first. I didn’t care anymore and this resulted in a match of silently staring waiting for the other one to speak. This went on for what felt like an hour but was probably closer to at least three minutes, I just sighed, “I cave.” I sighed muttering curses as I shifted in my seat. “Go on, ask your questions I have a thesis to write and I would like to go home to continue it,” I reluctantly urged on. He leaned forward in triumph I think as he demanded answers from me. “Where were you the night of Synthia Robbin’s disappearance (Y/N)?” he began dwelling on the poor girls name. It made me frown, she was a 13 year old girl, a child, and she was gone. Kidnapped and found dead. It made me sick to think of what could happen to her. “So that’s what this is about?” I hissed disgusted with the accusation “I was at the library with Emmalin.” the mention of my sister’s name made him further darken. “Your sister, correct?” he inquired. I rolled my eyes, “Yuduh” I sounded sitting back. “All your time is accounted for?” he continued leaving me puzzled for a moment. “There were maybe ten minutes in between where she left to find a book.” I murmured unsure if the truth was the right thing to say as he stood and pulled out a file and threw it on the table making me flinch. “What about the night of Chris Bennidict?” he asked “A s-sports game” I stuttered “A baseball game I think. Rockies vs Rangers.” I said shaking a little as he threw down that files some of the pictures falling out of the boy, shot twice. “Eunice Quiet, Quiara Basson, Basen Unice, Lynch Gryse, and Philip Jence!” he got  louder with every file he threw at me. “You were near by every single scene and you fit most of our profile” he concluded the pictures that fell out made me physically sick. Children, those poor babies. I sobbed and turned away gagging, he wasn’t convinced it was real but I knew it was and up came the vomit that was caught in my throat.

I had no doubt I fit their profile but I worked part time at a daycare. Children were my life line, and it mad me sick to see them hurt. He answered a call and left the room leaving me there to cry over the pictures. A brunette woman walked in and sighed taking me out of the handcuffs attaching me to the bolted down table. “Come on sweetheart. We’ll get someone to clean up that.” she sighed very tired, I wanted to know why. They brought me out to the main area of the station and sat me down. They slowly cuffed me to the desk and I cried softly. I looked across the station to see Emmalin “Emmy!” I called but was ignored causing me to frown. So I shut up and listen to whatever raving was in my defense, “My baby sib? A murderer?” she asked “well… it isn’t that hard to believe,” she said making my jaw drop. “They’ve always been a little too obsessed with the idea of death.” A lie, I had an emo phase and so did she, “Introverted” well partially true. “and well she creeps out her friends,” she finished causing me to stand suddenly, “Liar!” I shouted “You fucking liar!” I cried ignoring the pain and stress on my wrist the hand cuff was causing. I was now a 45 degree angle due to the cuffs keeping me in place. She seemed genuinely shocked i was there. “Why are you trying to pin this on me. Your own sister!b You were with me everywhere we went and those bodies were found. Why aren’t you being questioned too? Did you lie? Did you say I was the only one there?” I screamed as I was sat down. She hissed at me and most of the agents took notice. Agent Prentiss, the nice brunette sighed and walked to my now horrible sister and asked her to follow her into a different interrogation room. It felt like hours that I was sat there, and a curly haired man was sat in front of me just reading, or what I thought was faking, really bad faking. “Why are you even sitting here if you’re just going to pretend to read?” I asked the “doctor”. My mother was a doctor and I didn’t believe this boy was any kind of doctor. I had gotten to know his name as Doctor Reid and I wasn’t allowed to call him an agent so I had no other choice. He just looked at me thrown for a moment before shaking his head “I’m not pretending” He stated as he shifted “No one can read that fuckin fast ya damn liar” I muttered not necessarily hostile just a little vexed. “I can. Did you know that our unconscious minds can process sixteen bits of information per second? Our conscious minds, however, can process sixteen million?” I sat back unimpressed “You are… absolutely insane” I laughed “Insane, perhaps but I’m not being accused of murder.” he stated, and my smile that i worked so hard to get disappeared “You think I did it too.” I muttered, it was meant to come as a question but instead it came as a statement. He shook his head “Not fully, while you do supposedly fit the profile our profile, our unsub wouldn’t inject themselves into the investigation. The one part that doesn’t fit” he said sitting back and crossing his legs turning to the board filled with evidence, and all those pictures that made me sick sat right next to the happy photos of the children in their school uniforms smiling big. I tried to focus on those “Well maybe your profile is wrong, cause this is sick.” I hissed “(Y/N), you’re here most likely because you were in the wrong places at the wrong times. Kids being picked up and murdered minutes apart from each other, while you were out with your sister at those locations? It’s not very probable.”

I just sighed knowing he was probably right “There aren’t many coincidences when it comes to murder” he stated “Out of uh… curiosity what is an unsub? No normal person knows that is.” I muttered as I tried to avoid the board, the thought of being in those places, not helping those kids, not even having a clue what was happening made me sick. “Unknown Subject” Dr. Reid said mumbling “Why aren’t you uh… looking at the board. I thought you’d be proud of your work.” He said as if to egg me on. I rolled my eyes “Those pictures make me sick.” I muttered “I work at a daycare, it’s my job to protect kids not watch them get hurt. I don’t wanna see dead fucking children!” I shouted realizing I probably sounded fucking crazy and definitely like a kill. I hung my head in shame. “I know… I know it isn’t fair to blame myself for what happened to those kids, but being in the places of the crime, the same night it happened, it makes me feel like I could have and should have done something. Something other than just sit there and wonder.” I whispered “Yeah I feel guilty now but, not of what you think” I whispered looking to the board once more focusing on the pictures of the children when they were alive. “Sweet innocent babies… Never done anything to anyone. Probably were crying for their mom.” I whimpered at the thought “They didn’t deserve any of what happened” I looked away once more thinking about the mothers. “Moms…. Their moms” he stood up as if he had a damn epiphany nearly knocking me backwards in the chair. “Morgan, it’s not an attack on the children it’s an attack on their mothers.” He said starting to put of pictures of older women. “think about it. They all went to the same cafe every day. It wasn’t the day care, so it can’t be (Y/N). They wouldn’t see much of the parents” he enthused writing things down that I could not decipher because his hand writing was absolute shit. “But wouldn’t that just give them more reason? They think these women are bad mom’s for working instead of taking care of the child, and wants to teach them a lesson?” making him shake his head “That’s stupid, if they wanted to make them suffer they’d just kill the women themselves, it’d be much more efficient and wouldn’t lead to them doing the one thing they would dread doing!” he said circling one name on the board. Emmalin. “That’s also sexist. Women work, children can’t go with. Why would I have a fucking problem with that” I shouted across the room. “Who fits the profile while also holding these sexist values.” Reid stated more than asked pointing to Emma’s name again. “Oh dear god.” he sighed “But my sister isn’t a murderer!” I cried. “She’s connected to the murders… and she’s made it clear she doesn’t think women should work.” Morgan stated and went to the interrogation room. “You are a life saver (Y/N)” Reid said kissing my cheek out of pure joy, and I slapped him as a natural instinct and turned red “Shit! I’m sorry! I’m not used to boys doing that if they aren’t being creepy! But at the same time that was really fucking creepy” I yelped as he held his face and laughed “No it’s fine. Got too excited to fix what felt like a huge mistake.” he said, and when I say I turned red I mean red. This was the first time I’d seen him as a human. Not a super genius, not as an agent, not an asshole. Just a normal guy with pretty eyes, a good jaw line, soft hair, and the sweetest smile I had ever seen. The blush was apparently very clear on my (skin color) skin because he hummed and smiled “Did you know blushing is speculated to be caused by a sudden rush of adrenaline making our blood pump faster.” I giggled a little “Is that why you’re so flushed?” I asked as he blinked not understanding just how damn pink he was after that rant. “Guess so.” he shrugged. the door opened and out came Emmalin and she grabbed a ceramic vase off a desk and slammed it down onto Reid’s head and ran away quickly. He fell to the floor because it was a heavy fucking vase, and I freaked out as he hit his head on the desk on the way down.

“Shit!” I yelled as half of them chased my very obviously guilty sister and I sat in shock as two of his friends rushed over to help him. Morgan uncuffed me and I blinked “Spencer?” Agent Jareau asked worried and I sat down next to him sitting him up and grabbing a water bottle slashing it on his face “Do not fall asleep.” I said firmly “You could very well have a concussion.” I said as an ambulance arrived quickly, he was cearly not feeling good because of the way that he was acting. I was worried about how sick he looked. He threw up half way to the hospital so I was told. I went with because I didn’t feel safe with my sister on the run and an Agent in the hospital. Well I guess he wasn’t an agent he was a doctor. The doctor, not Spencer, came out and i stood with the other two very worried. “He’ll be fine. He has a mild concussion.” as i thought “but he’s awake, and on some pain medication. I take it you all know the situation and his limitations in the field?” he asked and Morgon and Jareau nodded “You can go back to see him now” he said and stepped aside “come on” Jareau said quietly to me “oh. Agent, I don’t think he’d want to see me.” I said quietly. “I’m sure he would like to know you came. You won’t make a very good profiler if you can’t even tell that Reid enjoys your company. And call me JJ, it makes it easier,” she said giggling and pulled me right back with her and Morgan. “Hey man” Morgan started “What happened?” he muttered groaning in pain. “You got hit with a vase, took a pretty sweet fall, and got a concussion” JJ hummed arms crossed as she leaned on the wall. “Shit.” he muttered making me giggle. “Oh hey!” he said when he saw me. “I want water, and jello” he muttered making small lip smacking sounds. “Morgan and I will get it” JJ laughed leaving me in a very awkward situation. “So umm..” I began before being cut off. “You know.. You’re beautiful” he said staring at me causing me to snort “And you’re concussed.” I laughed shaking my head “Well, a concussion based on the severity doesn’t necessarily affect your judgement of a person especially if it’s a first time thing. I thought you were beautiful long before I was concussed but you were a suspect. Suspects being beautiful, hard to comprehend sometimes.” I laughed “You’re a dumbass” I snorted “But I-” he blinked and i walked over pecking his lips. “How about a date sometime? I’ll give you my number” I said quietly. “Yeah… okay…” he whispered. “A date.”

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Erogenous Rapture

Prompts: ‘’You can get louder can’t you?’’, ‘’I just wanna please you’’

Summary: pure filth, smut

Character: Danny Wheeler x fem!Reader

Warnings: size kink, smut, vaginal fingering, oral (fem receiving), penetration, just dirty smut, dominant Danny

A quiet night in with Danny sounded perfect. No roommates, no Emma, no distractions.

Just a movie and my lovable hunk boyfriend.

It was a cold night, the middle of autumn to be exact, so cuddling up together was the smart thing to do.

‘‘You warm enough?’‘ He murmurs into my hair, pressing a kiss to my head.

‘‘I am, ‘cos I have you.’‘ I wiggle myself further into his lap, leading him to groan.

‘‘Oh, God, I’m not hurting you am I?’‘ I try to shuffle off him but his grip tightens on me, pulling me closer.

‘‘The opposite, actually.’‘ He whispers, cupping my cheek as he leans forward, pressing our lips into a heated kiss.

I moan against his lips, shifting so I can straddle him, things always move fast with Danny.

My hands slide up his broad chest, finding refuge in his soft hair. His hands rest on my waist, quick, slipping under my shirt.

I pull his hands off me, he gives me a confused look before I remove my hands from his hair, making fast work in taking off his checked button up. He switches, briskly.

He sets me off his lap, laying me down on the sofa. He pulls his shirt over his head and I keep my mouth shut so I don’t whine on the spot.

‘‘You’re not in control, tonight.’‘ I don’t complain, but teasing him will make it worth my while.

‘‘You couldn’t top me if you tried, you may be big, but your restraint is so, so small.’‘ I shrug off my shirt, his eyes glisten.

‘‘You’re gonna wish you never said that.’‘ I hope I do.

He unbuckled his belt, tossing it into a corner, taking large strides over to me, he hooks a finger under the middle of my bra and yanks me to sit up.

He nibbles at my jaw as his padded fingers move to unhook the trap between him and my tits. He throws it onto the coffee table next to us.

I try to push him down so I can climb on top of him, but he’s having none of it. He doesn’t move an inch.

‘‘Not happening.’‘ He whispers, gripping my wrists with one hand and pushing me down instead. 

He settles himself between my legs, attaching his lips to mine once more, I writhe against him- hinting at the friction I craved.

He delivers, by grinding his clothed hips against me, as I lay wearing nothing but a skirt and a flimsy thong.

I can feel just how hard he is as he bucks against my clit, I moan into his mouth, his free hand moves up to toy with my right nipple. Pinching, rolling and flicking.

‘‘Danny, remove those pants or I swear-’‘

‘‘Shut up, it’s my turn to be in charge, sit back and take it.’‘ I have never heard hotter words leave his mouth.

I succumb, embarrassingly fast.

‘‘Hurry, please.’‘ I whisper.

‘‘I just wanna please you, baby.’‘ I buck into him, in love with his kind demeanour, and him.

His fingers trail down to my skirt, zipping it all the way down before shimmying it down my legs, eventually reaching an unseen corner of the room.

He left my thigh high socks on but removed my thong, which was the only item blocking him.

He swipes a finger through my wetness, dipping it in but pulling right back out.

 I whine.

‘‘I’m getting to it, be patient.’‘ I nod.

He licks a stripe up my neck, sucking at my earlobe, lightly. I pant, still upset at the amount of clothes he has on.

He presses his middle finger into me, swiftly, curling it towards him. I choke back a groan.

‘‘I want you to let out any noise you need to make.’‘ He places his mouth over my neglected nipple and swirls his tongue around it before letting it go. I hum, captivated by the feel of his gentle lips.

He continues to curl his finger inwards, breaking a pattern, changing his pace every minute.

‘‘I can’t take it, Danny!’‘ I wail.

He’s silent as he takes off his jeans and briefs, leaving him completely nude, to my delight.

He places himself back between my legs, moving down so his face is between my thighs.

He bites tenderly as the skin of my inner thigh, moving closer, his nose bumping my clit. I bite my lip, trying to keep myself together.

‘‘Please.’‘ I babble, he clicks his tongue.

He gives a small lick to my bundle of nerves, thrusting two fingers into me, returning to his previous motions. He laps the pearl beneath his tongue, sucking occasionally. I’m crying out in loud moans every moment after I take a breath, he sure knows how to give it.

The sound of the movie is completely drowned out and contorted by the lewd commotion taking place on Ben’s couch.

His thick fingers can’t compare to anything I’ve ever used before.

I almost purr as he grazes his teeth gently around my clit, before thrusting his fingers hard into the perfect spot, I came undone- my hands grasping at his bulging bicep and messy hair,

He doesn’t bother to lick me clean, better use as lube. He pulls his face away, his chin glistening, painted with my cum.

He smiles at me, panting slightly, giving me a knee-knocking wink.

‘‘You tuckered out, yet, babe?’‘ He raises an eyebrow, I felt his large, stiff cock nudge my thigh.

‘‘Never, bring it.’‘ I huff out, my chest rising and falling, trying to collect air.

‘‘You said it not me, it ain’t my fault if I break you in half.’‘ I gulp with wide eyes, knowing he has the full capability to leave me bed bound for at least two days.

His finger slides across my wetness spreading around me and the tip of his dick. He let his hand pump and glide his needy appendage before sliding into me. It was not with ease, I’d never get used to his caliber.

It was always a stretch, but one worth my while.

He groans as he bottoms out on top of me, fully inside.

One of his hands reach around my head to collect my hair into a make shift pony tail, his other gripping at my thigh. He yanks me forward, slamming his hips into me, a stammered moan leaves my throat.

‘‘That’s more like it.’‘ I realise he sat there, yearning for his own release, pleasuring me and ignoring his angry problem, giving small grinds into the couch as he ate me out for all I was worth.

He regains his posture and resumes slamming into me, pounding relentlessly.

‘‘You like how big I am, huh?’‘ I mutter out a strangled yes.

‘‘You like how large my hands are, how I can pin you in a second.’‘ His breathy dialogue, gravelly as he drives his hips into me.

‘‘Yes, Danny! Love how big you are.’‘ I cry.

‘‘Do you love how I tower over you, how I can trap you against a wall so easily?’‘ He moans emphatically as I tighten around him.

‘‘I do, yes! You’re so broad and tall!’‘ He rails me into deliverance.

‘‘That I am, baby.’‘ He picks up his pace, pile-driving deeper, hitting spots I didn’t know I had.

‘‘You’re so hot, Danny! So good to me!’‘ I sob as he gives me profound bliss.

‘‘You can get louder can’t you? Let me hear it.’‘ His hand reaches down, his wide finger, press fast circles against my clit, spurring me on.

I practically scream as tears fall down my cheeks from the euphoria.

His long moans turn into short fast ones as he grinds into me, reaching his high.

I follow, instantly, grappling at his solid bicep, scratching a hand down his back.

His thrusts abate into a stop.

He kisses me, it’s blinding and full of adoration and emotion. Tender yet rough.

‘‘Do you think Ben’s gonna freak when he finds out we christened his couch?’‘ I smile fondly at my copious shouldered, lovable boyfriend. Even after domming me to the point of hamstrung limbs, he still the himbo Danny that I love.

‘‘Definitely.’‘ 

(a/n: I am ashamed of myself)

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Agents DiNozzo

[A/N #1 TLDR version: Got busy with an externship, got hospitalized for a cat bite, I missed u all v v much

A/N #2 for realsies: Would Tony and his wife be allowed to work together on a team? Probs not. Would Gibbs be crazy enough to voluntarily work with both of them? Even more probs not. But it makes my lil heart happy so here you go :)]

Pairing: Tony DiNozzo x wife!agent!reader

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There are two things in your career that satisfy you to no end: 1) Getting justice for the victims whose case files come across your desk and 2) Working with your husband every day. The latter presents complications, of course- the occasional conflict of interest, quibbles over theories following you home from the office, an added level of anxiety during contentious takedowns- but it also allows you the distinct privilege of spoiling and, arguably more importantly, embarrassing the hell out of one Anthony DiNozzo, Junior, on a daily basis.

Your head lifts on its own volition, guided by your nose tuning in to the sweet smell of hazelnut creamer and woodsy cologne permeating the air of the NCIS bullpen. Your partner, both in and out of the field, has evidently returned from a midday coffee run looking as delicious as the pastries you’ve spotted by the to-go cups on his desk. Checking to make sure your boss is still nestled securely in the Director’s office, you cross over into Tony’s space just as he lays his suit jacket across the back of his chair. Slipping your hands into the back pockets of his tight-fitting slacks, you can’t help but serenade him with the ten-second clip of brain rot that plagued your social media for a ridiculous number of weeks. “Can I get to the yams?” you whisper-sing through a giggle, pinching his favorite cheeks of yours, maintaining your grip even as you attempt to dodge the hand nearing the back of your head. “Sweet ya-am- ow!” Darting out of his reach, you drop into Tony’s seat with a pout, arms crossed petulantly. “You have hereby been demoted from Very Special Agent to just Special Agent for that.”

“You-” Tony sneaks a glance at McGee and Ziva who are trying- and failing- to hide their smiles before crouching to meet you at eye level and lowering his voice to carry on, “You are the reason we had to sit through that appropriate conduct seminar for three hours last week.” He maintains an even tone, but you can see his lips twitching with amusement.

“I’m sorry everyone in this office is jealous I can touch your butt and they can’t,” you huff with an eye roll.

“Literally no one is jealous of you for that,” McGee calls from his desk across the aisle.

“Well, you guys are missing out,” you respond with an exaggerated sigh.

Shaking his head, Tony fixes you with as stern a look as he can muster. “Save it for later, Bee,” you intone in an imitation of your husband’s voice, “I know.”

“You would think,” he begins, offering you a hand to help you up and walking you back over to your desk by Ziva’s, “that you’d have moved past the infatuation stage at this point in our relationship.”

“And you would think you’d have stopped calling me ‘Probie’ by now, Anthony.”

“I have! ‘Bee’ is different than ‘Probie’. It’s a nickname and it’s cute.”

“Says who?” you challenge, eyes narrowed.

“Says the-”

“If you say ‘Senior Field Agent,’ I swear to God, Tony, you’re sleeping on the-”

“DiNozzos!” Gibbs’ gruff voice puts an immediate stop to your squabble as he descends the steps two at a time. “Ziva, McGee, all of you, front and center. Whaddya got? Besides too much time on your hands.”

“Coffee and a suspect,” you supply with a smile, turning on the plasma display as Tony presents Gibbs with a cardboard cup. “For once, Agent DiNozzo’s go-to theory seems to hold water.” Raising an eyebrow at your husband, you playfully mock, “It was the wife.”

Tim picks up the next leg of your shared insight. “Credit card history has the Lieutenant Commander’s wife meeting with our hit man at a hotel in Anacostia two weeks before the murder, Boss.”

“We also traced these calls from the burner found on our victim’s body,” Ziva indicates for Tim to highlight the outgoing calls on the phone logs before continuing, “…to his sister in law, Anna.”

The redhead’s photo pops up on the TV, and your husband lets out a low whistle that has your hand instantly connecting with the back of his head. “You are my light, my sunshine, and the very air I breathe, my dear,” he speaks through a grimace, trying to gauge your reaction through his peripheral vision.

“Go pick our hitman up,” Gibbs instructs, cutting off your bickering before it can begin by dangling the sedan’s keys on his index finger in front of you.

You snatch them up, sharing a catlike grin with Ziva. “My pleasure, Boss. I might be needing his services soon, anyway.”

“Uh uh,” your boss calls as the two of you start collecting your things. “Take Tony.”

Your husband flashes you a sheepish smile while you grumble at him over the lip of your coffee cup. “Let’s go, Dick-Nozzo.”

“It’s your last name, too,” he points out astutely, holding out his hand for the keys.

“Shut up. I’m driving.”

As the elevator begins its descent, Tony slips two fingers under your chin and turns your face towards him, concern muting the typical sparkle in his olive green eyes. “Are you really upset with me, babe?”

You count the seconds ticking away in your head, relishing in the way he squirms under your stern gaze, before relenting at second fourteen. “No, you big dummy,” you say with a nudge to his side. “She’s hot.”

Tony lifts your hand to his mouth and presses his lips against your wedding band before asserting, “You’re hotter.”

Curling your free hand around his tie, you tug him closer and land a sound kiss on his lips. The elevator dings to indicate you’ve reached the parking garage, and you reluctantly release your husband from your grip with a satisfied smile and a murmured, “I’ve taught you so well.”

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Five Minute Ficlet

There was something so…hot…about the moment the doctor looked at you and smiled. And then something hotter when his eyes twinkled. He poured you a shot of whiskey.

“How long have we been working together?” He asked. You pursed up your nose in thought before taking a sip.

“At least five years?” It was a guess. It was probably longer but that would mean admitting you were both getting older. He sipped his drink and nodded.

“And in that entire time, you’ve only ever called me doctor,” he mused.

“Well, yes,” you agreed. The whiskey was rich and peaty.

“I always call you by your name,” he commented. You shrugged.

“Nurses are more approachable,” you started. 

“Hey!” He interrupted, with a half-laugh, half-scowl.

“No, seriously,” you continued. “The whole reason nurses give out our first names is because we are relationship building, and part of that is leveling the power dynamic. A patient is already in a position of decreased power, so anything we can do to make them feel equal is beneficial to the relationship.”

“And why wouldn’t a doctor do the same thing?” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. You were pleased you had his attention at least.

“Because the doctor is supposed to fix you, and we want the relationship with our expert to be formal,” you explained. “This is first year nursing professional practice shit, doc.”

“Back to the important part of this. I call you by your name all the time, and you always call me doctor. Why is that?” He leaned back again, and took another sip of his whiskey.

“Because part of the professional practice is respecting your place as the clinician and diagnostician. Ergo, doctor,” you explained. “Also, you’ve never invited me to call you by your first name.”

“Darlin’, after this long, I didn’t realize I needed to invite you. It would be my absolute delight to hear my name from your mouth,” he laughed.

“It seems to me that after all these years, maybe I want to know why now I’m being graced with the invite,” you asked. He tipped his head and smiled.

“Because it’s been a lot of years. And we work together well. And I find I enjoy having you at my side. And it just seems wrong to not level that power dynamic, as it were. You’re every bit my equal,” he said. 

“I see,” you nodded.

“And honestly, if Jim asks me one more time if you moan ‘oh doctor’ when we’re in bed together, I’m going to scream,” he laughed.

You let out a startled laugh. “What? Why would Jim-” 

He rubbed his hand on the back of his neck and looked up through his lashes at you. “You’re a damn fine nurse. Haven’t you ever wondered why you haven’t been transferred elsewhere?”

“Because I’m on the goddamn flagship?”

“Because your boss is soft on you?” he countered, cringing.

Your eyes widened in realization as he looked at the floor and your breath caught. Surely he wasn’t -

“Oh,” you breathed. “Oh, Leonard.”

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Anniversary Antics - Leonard McCoy

Requested by @dannydevitodevoted​:  Bones with “this bath is too damn hot” “this is why we can’t do nice things, you complain too damn much”

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader Word Count: 3,442 Synopsis: Reader tries to plan a romantic anniversary night for Leonard, but Leonard being Leonard, throws things off plan. 

Warnings: smut

A/N: Hi all! Long time no see. I have no idea where this came from. I’ve just been seeing a lot of The Boys stuff appearing on my tl and am just always rabid for Karl Urban so here you go. 

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Touch

Trope: Soulmate AU Soulmate AU: You have a mark on your skin showing were your soulmate will touch you for the first time. #9 in my Soulmate AU Series

Pairing: Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy x GN!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of wounds/injuries, blood, losing consciousness.

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General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire, @rexit-moStar Trek Taglist: @starfleetimagines, @resplendantlady

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Walking around your room, the only sound you could hear was your own footsteps padding along the floor. Your thoughts were busy with everything you had to get done today before you went off-ship with the Captain and Spock.

You had only been on the USS Enterprise for a week, but you found you were settling nicely. Luckily you knew some of the crew from the academy to help you get acquainted.

As you began to get into your uniform, your eyes paused on the dark mark on your upper right arm. Sometimes it seemed as though you forgot it was there. The hand-print was clear, the fingers wrapped around your upper arm. A full handed grip.

You supposed you were lucky it wasn't in one of the more common places. A print on your own hand, in the form of a handshake. A small spot on the shoulder were someone might tap you. A red mark on the shoulder as if someone brushed past.

You had only had one false alarm, four years ago when you had lost your balance in a crowd after someone ran into you. You began to fall and someone grabbed you, their hand around your arm. Later you would realize it wasn't even in the same exact spot, but in that moment, you thought maybe it was them.

But it wasn't of course. They had no mark on their arm wear you grabbed them for stability. You could see it clear enough from their bare arm. So you waked away, heart pounding and a little less hope in your heart.

But you were lucky. Lucky it wasn't in such a common spot. And lucky you even had one at all. Some were born without a mark entirely. Which you knew some were fine with, but others were tormented by it.

Though, sometimes you wondered if you were really the lucky one at all. Everyone with a mark paid attention to every touch, to every person they came into contact with. Sometimes it was exhausting

Covering the mark with your shirt, you grabbed your pad and left your room. The thoughts about the mark sitting at the back of your mind. A couple times throughout the morning, it came back to the front of your mind when you saw others around the ship. A young woman with a faded mark on her hand, signalling that she had met her soulmate. That was the only indicator you had. Once your soulmate made contact with the mark, the first time they touch you, the mark fades, but never disappears entirely.

"Y/n."

You were torn from your thoughts again as Dr. McCoy walked towards you, smile on his face.

"Leo." You greeted with a bright smile.

He had been one of the few people you knew from the academy, though you never saw much of each other at the time, even tough you had wished you had. He had been your academy crush after all.

As he stopped in front of you, you couldn't ignore the butterflies that filled your stomach. "You're going off ship today right?" He asked.

You nodded with a smile. "Yep. First time since I was transferred to the Enterprise."

"Well I'm sure it'll go fine. You'll do great." He gave you an encouraging smile.

"Thanks." You said with a soft laugh. "I heard you had your hands busy as well, you got the go ahead to prepare the inoculations for that small planet you guys went to a while ago right?

He nodded his head but sighed. "Yeah, it took long enough though. Half the planets population had to die before it got the go ahead."

You shook your head in joint disappointment. "Maybe it'll be different going forward." Your voice held little hope, but Leonard nodded.

"We can only hope."

Before you could say more, you heard a voice through your comm. "Lieutenant L/n, you ready for the away mission?" You heard Captain Kirks voice com through.

"Yes, Captain I'm on my way to the transporter now."

"Great!"

You smiled at Leonard, "Gotta go."

"I'll go with you." Leonard said as he turned to walk beside you.

As you walked into the transporter room together, Captain Kirk looked up. Seeing you and Bones entering together Kirk smiled at Bones, a look only the two of them knew the meaning behind. Bones rolled his eyes at Jim as you walked onto the transporter beside him and Spock.

"Ready?" He asked you, and you nodded. "Good, it'll be fun, don't worry. You don't have to worry either Bones." He said to him with a wink.

You looked with confusion from the Captain to Leonard, but learned nothing as the Captain signaled Scotty to send you down to the planet. Your curiosity would have to wait.

Leonard let out a deep breath as he watched the three of you disappear. Ignoring the tightness in his gut, he told himself that everything would be okay. It was just a normal away mission. But no matter what it was, he was always worried when you were involved.

He tried to get over the seemingly childish crush he had for you at the academy. But when you transferred to the Enterprise, those feelings came back. And he soon realized thy were not so childish at all. And they were not going to go away so easily.

Absent-mindedly, he placed his hand on the left side of his chest. Letting out another deep breath, he turned and made his way to the med-bay, with you heavy on his mind.

His mind often drifted back to you over the next few hours. He wondered how your away mission was going. He hoped it was as exciting as you hoped. Glancing at the clock, he reminded himself you should be coming back soon. Maybe he should be there to meet you at the transporter. Though, he would then have to deal with the subtle knowing looks from Jim.

"Dr. McCoy, we need you in the transporter room. Hostiles attacked the away mission team, serious injuries reported."

Leonard rose swiftly, grabbing some of his tools as he tapped his com badge. "Who got hurt?"

"I'm not sure."

He ran as fast as he could through the ship, his mind racing. He was worried if it was any one of you, but he had a nagging feeling it was you. And if he was the one being called, it was bad.

As he ran into the transporter room, he saw no one from the away team. Turning to Scotty he talked hurried, his voice stressed. "Where are they."

"They were underground, I couldn't get a lock on them, they should be getting to the surface soon."

"What the hell happened?"

"Hostile aliens that were scavenging the planet's mines. They opened fire on the crew."

"Do you know who's hurt?"

Scotty shook his head. "No, but we're about to find out. Locking on them. Captain, beaming up now."

Leonard eyes locked on the transporter pad. The swirling lights began to form, and he could begin to make the figures out. Two figures standing, holding one up in between them.

When the lights faded, Leonard heart dropped in his chest. Your arms were laid across the shoulders of Jim and Spock, legs slack as you struggled to stand. Your eyes were stooped, and your abdomen covered in blood, your face bloodied as well.

Running forward he began to scan you as a med team brought in a gurney to transport you to the med bay. "Y/n can you hear me?" He asked, his voice stressed.

Your eyes flicked open as you locked onto his. You nodded lightly, letting out a soft "Yes".

Filing into the med bay, Leonard looked over at Spock and Kirk. "Are you two hurt?" There was blood on their uniforms, but he had a feeling it wasn't all theirs.

"I was skimmed." Jim said as he gestured at his arm. He shook his head as he looked at you on the table. "Y/n saw them first, called out for us to duck just as they were firing. But there was no where for Y/n to take cover."

Leonard went back to your side, assessing your injuries. "I'll take care of this." He said to the nurse. "You check the Captains wound. Spock you alright?"

"Yes Doctor."

As the others were led away, Leonard began to work on cleaning your wounds, and stopping the bleeding. "You still with me Y/n?"

You opened your eyes as much as you could. Your head was spinning, and you felt nauseous. "Yup, still here." Your voice was slurred.

"Good, I'm gonna need you to stay awake alright?"

"I-I'll-try."

Leonard's eyes snapped to your face, your eyes were fluttering as you began to struggle to stay conscious. "Hey, Y/n, open your eyes." Reaching up, his hand grasped your arm as he stared at your blood stained face. "I need you to look at me."

Through the dizziness and exhaustion, you felt his hand wrap around your arm. A bolt of emotion passed through you as you opened your eyes as much as you could. You could feel the energy draining from your body, as you struggled to stay awake.

"M- arm." You tried to speak, but found it difficult.

"What? Y/n, come on, stay with me." Leonard looked at your arms, thinking maybe you were injured there as well, but saw nothing.

Your eyes locked on his, they were almost glazed over. Leonard looked down at you desperately as you slowly brought up your hand and placed it softly on his chest. "M-mark."

Leonard looked down at your hand, where it was placed, and felt a jolt run through him. Suddenly, your hand dropped to the table, and his eyes shot back to yours. They were closed, and you were motionless.

"Y/n?" He said your name desperately, before he began to check your readings. Your pulse was soft and slow. Leonard began to work desperately to keep you alive. His mind racing, his heart pumping, desperation keeping him going. He didn't stop until you were stable. Until he knew you were going to be okay.

Once he had finally worked on and closed all of your wounds, and got you comfortable, he left so the nurses could get you out of your torn and bloodied uniform.

Alone in the bathroom, his mind went back over the last thing you said. 'Mark', the one on his chest? And before that. 'My arm.' He had grabbed your arm. Thinking back on the whole time he knew you, he couldn't remember ever touching you. There were a dozen times he wanted to hug you, to take your hand in his, but never did.

Removing his shirt, Leonard looked at the mark on his chest. The full hand print over his heart. His mother had told him once, his soulmate was literally holding his heart in their hands.

Leonard felt a wave of emotion wash over him. The mark was faded.

Returning to the med-bay, he found you in a bed, still unconscious, but resting comfortably. Taking a deep breath, he slowly lifted the sleeve on your arm. His breath hitched in his throat as he saw the mark. A full hand print around your arm, faded. Gently, he wrapped his hand around your arm again. It covered the mark perfectly. Not too big, not too small. His hand. His mark.

He wasn't sure how long he stood there, watching you, almost willing you to wake up so he could speak to you. Feeling someone walk up beside him, he looked over, seeing Jim looking down at you.

He watched as Jim's eyes spotted the mark on your arm before they moved to him, almost cautiously. "I- uh, I didn't know Y/n had met their soulmate."

"Neither did I. And Neither did they." Jim looked at Bones in confusion, he continued. "It just happened."

Jim furrowed his brow as he watched Leonard. His eyes flicked to his chest, where he knew Bones' mark was. "Wait, do you mean..."

Leonard nodded once before explaining to Jim what had happened in the moments before you fell unconscious.

Jim nodded his head slowly, his eyes almost wide as he processed. "Well, that's great isn't it? You've have feelings for Y/n for years."

Leonard let out a soft breathy laugh. "Yeah. I just- I can't believe my soulmate had been so close that whole time, and I just, didn't know it. If I had just....did something sooner you know?"

Jim nodded again. "Then again, maybe it was supposed to happen like this."

Leonard shrugged. "I would have preferred Y/n not almost dying in the process."

Jim chuckled. "Yeah, I think anyone would. But at least both of you have something to look forward too now." He patted Bones on the shoulder before he turned and walked off, leaving Leonard to continue watching over you, waiting for you to open your eyes.

- - - - - -

As your eyes slowly opened, your squinted at the sudden harsh lights above you. Blinking a few times, you saw a bright roof above you, glancing to your left, you saw the familiar med-bay. Suddenly, what happened on the surface of the planet flooded through your mind.

You remembered yelling for Commander Spock and Captain Kirk to get down as you saw the hostiles ready to fire. You looked around for somewhere to take cover, but saw nothing. Suddenly you felt piercing pain through your abdomen, and as you fell, your head smacked the rocky ground.

The rest was a blur, through the weapons fire, and being dragged from the caves. The lights of the ship, Leonard's voice, lying down, then nothing.

"Well well, looks who's awake." You looked to your right, seeing Leonard walking up to you, smile on his face.

He looked down at you and you smiled. "How long was I out?"

"About twenty hours."

You saw his eyes grazing over you, something in his eyes that you couldn't really understand. Watching as he moved to grab his scanner, you sat up slowly, before swinging your legs over the bed, your head spinning a bit as you did so.

You waited in silence as Leonard checked you over. You watched him, the way he kept glancing at you, as if expecting something. "Is something wrong?"

His eyes locked onto yours and he set down his scanner, seeming to hesitate before speaking. "Do you...remember what happened after we got you back on the ship?"

"Um." You rubbed your eyes as you thought back on it again. "You brought me in here, I couldn't stay awake."

"Yes. Do you remember what happened just before you blacked out? What you were trying to say to me?"

You met his eyes and saw something in them, something almost, desperate. You frowned as you thought back again.

"I was trying to stay awake, trying to talk, but I couldn't. I started to lose consciousness, and then you-" suddenly you remembered, and a jolt shot through you as you looked down at your arm. You looked over, and met his eyes and saw they were full of expectation. "Y-you grabbed my arm." Slowly, you reached up and gently placed your hand on your arm. Looking down, you lifted the sleeve up. Your heart pounded heavily in your chest as you saw that the once dark mark, was faded.

Your eyes shot up and met Leonard's. He took a small step closer to you, you felt your neck grow hot.

"I wasn't sure what you were saying at first. What you were trying to tell me. And then-" Gently grabbing your hand, he lifted it up to his chest, placing your palm over his heart. "You put your hand here. And then I understood."

"Your mark?" Your voice was soft, almost a whisper.

He nodded. "I didn't realize until that moment that we had never touched. Never even shook hands when we met. Never hugged. Never brushed shoulders, nothing."

You shook your head. "Sometimes I-I avoided it, I was too afraid."

He furrowed his brow. "That it would be me?"

You shook your head again. "That it wouldn't be."

Leonard stared into your eyes, his hand still over yours. Looking own at his and on yours, you could feel his heart beating beneath his chest, fast, but steady. Slowly, he lifted his other hand, and gently hooked his finger under your chin, making you look up at him. You glanced past his shoulders, seeing no one around. Shyly, you met his eyes again and he smiled softly at you.

"All this time, you were right here."

You smiled, your heart pounding heavy in your chest. "What happens now?"

He shrugged his head a bit before a wide smile crossed his face. "Well, the second thing you need to do is heal. Then we talk, about all the things we wanted to, but never did. And then, we get to spend the rest of our lives together."

You felt a grin cross your face. "If the second thing I need to do is heal, then what's the first?"

Leonard smiled at you, his hand squeezing yours. "First-" your heart seemed to stop as he began to lean forward, stopping when your noses brushed, his lips hovering over yours. "You let me kiss you."

Your breath caught in your throat, as you were unable to speak. Locking eyes, you smiled softly at him. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips meeting yours. The kiss was gentle and slow at first, then, taking his hand from your face, he cupped your head and deepened the kiss.

As he kissed you, you felt yourself melt into it, as your whole body seemed to tingle. Finally you felt whole, knowing that your soulmate was finally holding you. He may have been in front of you the whole time, but the wait for this moment, was worth it.

xx End xx

I really do suck at endings lol.

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because why ; bones

fandom: star trek

pairing: bones x reader

summary: after five long years of pining for the doctor and a whole month of him acting weirdly distant you finally decide to go on a date, but when you get called in for your routine medical you end up finding out exactly why bones has been acting so strange

notes: i kind of like this even though it’s a bit messy, but i think i’m finally getting through my writer’s block! let me know what you think!

word count: 3958

“He asked you out?” Nyota gasps and turns to face you, abandoning the control panel she was previously very focused on.

You scowl, “keep your voice down, but yes, he asked me out.”

“Who asked you out?” Jim asks, appearing beside you.

“Great,” you sigh as Nyota offers an apologetic smile. You turn to your captain, “Finn asked me out.”

“The new nurse?” he queries, and you nod. “I’ve heard he’s pretty hot.”

“And tall,” Nyota says, a smirk on her lips.

You roll your eyes, “and a good nurse, and a nice guy.”

Jim chuckles, “you don’t have to justify yourself to me, we all need to get laid.”

You stand abruptly and smack him on the shoulder, “I’m not trying to get laid, I’m just going on a date with a nice guy, and if- well, I mean, I wouldn’t say no.”

“Been a while?” he asks, still giggling with a stupid grin on his face.

You sigh, “yes, Jim, it’s been a while.”

“Been a while since what?” Leonard asks as he comes up behind Jim, his PADD in hand.

Your cheeks burn and you lock eyes with Jim, a silent plea for him to – for once – keep his mouth shut.

“Since Y/N has been on a date,” he replies, and you let out a small breath of relief.

“Well, that’s a little hard to believe,” Bones says, at which point Nyota turns once again from her control panel.

“Why’s that, Doctor?” she asks.

He finally looks up, his gaze lingering on you before quickly averting to Nyota. “From what I’ve heard, she gets plenty of male attention,” he says before returning his attention to his PADD.

Jim and Nyota glance at you, and you can feel your cheeks burn even hotter. “Not from anyone that matters,” you turn on your heel and storm toward the door, almost stumbling in frustration as you exit the bridge.

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hi! I'm fairly new to you blog but it's become one of my favourite 😂 I adore your writing. I was wondering if I could request a headcanon of being married to Leonard Mccoy and your life on the Enterprise? Thanks!

oh my gosh thank you so much!

I love Leonard so so much so I am a bit biased, but this man, he was meant to be a Husband

Yes he is a grump all the god damn time, but this man melts when he is around his s/o

When he's had a stressful day, he knows that he can come to you and just the sight of you will make his stress melt away

Leonard is very good at compartmentalizing, it's part of what makes him such a good doctor, he knows what needs to come first, but there are times when he finds himself craving the sight of you, getting to hold you in his arms

So he'll make an excuse, even if it's just for a few minutes, to leave Med Bay and find you

He'll pull you into a quiet corner, just holding you in his arms, burying his face in your neck, and it's enough to keep the both of you going until the next moment you can steal

The crew quarters on the Enterprise aren't the greatest, but to Leonard, yours are the greatest sight in all the galaxies

Leonard has taken you on every single piece of furniture in your quarters (perhaps even in Med Bay) but that's not what makes your home his favorite place

You are in every part of the home - even if you're not there

Pictures of your wedding, trips together, are scattered on all the tables and a few on the walls

You brought your bedding from home, because Starfleet regulation just wasn't soft enough (and fuck if you aren't right about those damn expensive sheets)

And even when you're not there, he knows it won't be long before you are, and that thought alone can keep him going for hours

The two of you have become the unofficial go to for relationship advice

You represent the ideal couple, because you make all the craziness aboard the Enterprise work for your relationship

Countless times, Jim has shown up, either in Med Bay, dragging you along behind him, or at your quarters, so he can tell the two of you about his latest relationship and get your opinions

The two of you make it a priority to schedule date nights - it's the only way that your relationship can survive

These can be a romantic dinner back at your quarters where Leonard makes your favorite meal and the two of you end up in the bedroom for the rest of the night

Or they can be in his office in Med Bay, laughing and kissing over patient files he can't bring himself to look at, because he's got you in his arms, and last for only about an hour

The point is, the two of you make time for each other

And even when you can't, Leonard finds ways to show you he loves you

He'll make sure to leave little notes for you to stumble upon while you work, he'll send you flowers when he's on a planet because it made him smile, just like you do

Whenever the two of you have to work together, you try to keep it as professional as possible, but sometimes Leonard just can't

"As beautiful as she is, she's completely wrong," he'll say when you're in a discussion with the crew, and he won't even notice until he sees the smiles on their faces

My wife this, my wife that, my wife, my wife, my wife

You are his rock, but he is yours, too

Leonard can read your emotions with just a glance over at you (maybe it's because he's such a good doctor, but most likely it's just because he knows you that well)

He knows what to do to make you feel safe and comforted and listened to, when he knows that you need it

Leonard is also skilled at taking care of you in other aspects

The steady, steady hands of the good doctor have never once let you down

Leonard's voice gets a deeper twang when he's aroused (or when he's sleepy)

So when you're fucking, all his babys and darlings and honeys come out and that alone can finish you off

He is your best friend

You can tell him anything - bad day, fight you had with a friend, when you're sick - and he'll take it all in stride, knowing that letting you vent is usually most important

When you're done though he will take some action

For instance, you've got a headache? He'll prescribe you some medicine. Slept funny on your back? He knows just the perfect herbal remedy and a massage that will straighten you out

The two of you laugh more together than you do with anyone else

Jim swears he has never seen Leonard smile so much as when he does when he's with you

Some nights you'll stay up late, lying in each other's arms, just talking about what your future will look like, when you'll settle down, where, whether children are in your future

He is supportive of all your dreams and vows that whatever you want, he will get for you

Leonard says "i love you" like he breathes

First thing he does when he wakes up, last thing he says at night, when you pass down the walls of the Enterprise, when he's talking about you and you're not even there, it's just a reflex for him

Leonard is just the sturdiest man you could ever know - he's there to support you, there to take care of you, there to love you, there for anything you might need him for

He's such a good husband that it makes you want to be a better spouse, too

Of course you fight like all couples do, and they can get heated because Leonard is stubborn, but you always end up resolving things

Leonard knows he can be stubborn, so he usually comes to you after he's cooled down and apologizes for what he said

You tell him you don't care, it was a petty fight, and you love him

His favorite words in the world

The entire crew is sick of your PDA (there have been meetings) but Leonard doesn't care, he will kiss you whenever and wherever he wants

He'll pull you into a passionate kiss and not care that the crew all lets out a collective groan, because he is with you, and there is nothing else in the world that makes him happier

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In light of my own health woes, I am thinking about our dear AOS!Leonard McCoy

I'm imagining him winding up with a patient that doesn't particularly like medical assistance and is determined to handle any health mishaps themselves

They won't even hold still long enough for McCoy to get an accurate reading on his tricorder, and he's pissed--

"If you don't hold still, I'm gonna have to pin you down. Is that what you want?"

"Depends, Doctor."

"Yeah, what on?"

"Whether that's a promise or a threat."

And the doctor part of his brain is just getting more and more irritated, but the horny part of his brain is like holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshit

Meanwhile Jim is gleefully watching in the corner like

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the manly cold

Bones x reader

The first time you meet Leonard McCoy you are in your third year in the Academy and it’s almost a year after Jim Kirk, the troublemaker, has managed to find you yet again.

The first time you meet Leonard McCoy is when Jim, the whiny idiot, manages to call both of you for help at the same time and when you show up in your sweaty work out clothes there’s this handsome guy where your nuisance of a friend from Iowa should be.

“Who are you?” You ask each other at exactly the same time.

“I asked first,” he’s just a tiny bit faster than you.

“Y/N,” you wipe your hand on your trousers and offer it to him, “The girl that beat his ass eleven times in a row.”

“Ah,” he says and in the way he lifts the left corner of his mouth, just the tiniest bit tells you that Jim’s told him about you. That sucker.

“And you?” You ask when he doesn’t speak quick enough for your liking.

“Leonard McCoy. The one guy he keeps pestering.”

“Ah,” you smile and grab his hand to shake it, “You’re the doctor that threw up on him.”

He forces a smile and pulls back his hand and you realize that yes, your flirting skills are indeed hopeless.

.

If you had hoped for Jim’s charm to step in where you lacked in basically everything, you should have known better. Especially on a day like this, when he had summoned you with nothing more but an “I’m dying!” text, a clear sign that he was getting sick.

And as you shove open the door to his room with your regular dose of impatience, he barely lifts his head from his pillow to groan.

“I can’t breathe!” He gasps, his stuffy nose contorting his voice.

“Oh, shut up, that’s just a cold,” Dr. McCoy announces from behind you and steps forward.

“It’s the manly cold,” you explain, making your way over into the small kitchen, “And the only remedies I know are homemade soup and a lot of attention,” You call over your head but stop short when you hear a pained groan.

“I believe in a more advanced therapy,” the Doctor says as he pulls the hypospray away from Jim’s neck.

You smirk. “Who said Doctor’s aren’t worth anything?”

“I don’t know,” he answers calmly, “Who said that?”

Yeah, you definitely need to work on your social skills.

.

A bit more than a year later you graduate from the Academy, leaving behind nothing more but a soup recipe taped to Jim’s fridge and a rather stiff hug.

“Don’t forget to keep in touch,” Jim reminds you.

“I tried that when I left Iowa and you tracked me down anyway,” you joke, “I don’t dare to try it again.”

“I could become your new captain,” he jokes and you hiss in exaggerated shock.

A part of you wants to say goodbye to his friend too. The good-looking, funny in his one way, Doctor friend whose presence has you make a fool of yourself every single time. But then again, it’s probably better this way.

“Tell the Doctor, I said hi,” you tell Jim instead and clap him on the shoulder, “Don’t annoy him too much.”

“He’s gonna have to make my soup.”

“Or you just gonna learn how to do it yourself.”

He rolls his eyes at you. “Just leave.”

.

And that could have been it. That could have been the quirky story you tell over drinks when you go on shore leave about the way you sucked at flirting when you were young.

But Jim had to be Jim. A bit of an ass most of the time, but a genius one.

He called you once a month to complain about the Academy, his workload, a girl that dumped him or just about anything else. His natural charm and the fact that you kind of missed him made it easy to just talk and joke and laugh for the better part of an hour until it was time to hang up and every single time he called it turned out that McCoy had been in the room, out of your sight but always close enough to listen to.

“Don’t call me when you have a friend over,” you chastised him, but he grinned and winked and you knew that he knew that- yeah, better not talk about it.

.

And that could have been it. That could have been your friend from the Academy that tried to set you up with a cute guy in the worst way possible.

But Jim had to be Jim. A total genius with ideas that made him a magnet for everything crazy.

First he almost got thrown out, then he was suddenly on the Enterprise, then he got thrown out - literally - but from the Enterprise and not the Academy and then, you always got that a bit mixed in your head, no matter how many times he told you the story, he met the future self of that green-blooded guy from his ship, but in old and from another timeline… or something like that.

And in a way that only Jim could, he saved the world, his Captain’s life and got, almost like by accident, not only his place in the academy back, but also the position of the Captain, on the Enterprise of all ships.

“I could hire you,” he had told you right away in your next phone call, “You get over here from that murky cold system you’re currently traveling through and work for me. I mean Cupcake’s doing a good job, but I can use more people in Security who can effectively kick my ass.”

“I have a good job here,” you tell him, sparing yourself the Cupcake story for another time.

“I’m sure Bones would like to have you here too,” Jim tried and you glared at him.

“Ask me again when you can be a Captain that doesn’t try to annoy me every five seconds.”

“Deal.”

.

And that could have been it.

But Jim had to be Jim.

And when you picked up another call, it wasn’t his voice coming through, but that of McCoy.

“Listen,” he said with urgency in his voice, “We need you here.”

“What do you mean?”

“The Kid just broke more laws than I can count right now and lied about it in his report. If we’re lucky, he’s going to get a reprimand, but I think he’s running out of luck.”

“I can take my break,” you said, “And be in San Francisco in a week.”

He sighed and you closed your eyes, savoring the fact that this conversation might have a terrible topic, but you wouldn’t have thought of the two of you talking like this to be possible. He seemed to think the same thing.

“Looks like you can talk normally around me after all,” he tried to joke and you can’t help but grunt.

“Looks like you don’t make me that nervous when you’re not standing in the same room as me.”

You bite your tongue and close your eyes in pain.

No, your flirting skills will probably never improve.

“I gotta go, ask for my break. See you… maybe, someday, I don’t know, bye.”

.

But when you show up in San Francisco, you’ve come too late.

The one guy that’s actually willing to tell you something is Jim’s Chief Engineer, Scotty something, who talks a lot and drinks even more.

He lets you sit there, shocked and speechless, as he tells you what has happened, things Jim hasn’t even bothered to mention.

The fact that Christopher Pike died. That Jim went out for revenge.

That, just by a hair’s breadth, none of them would have survived.

And that Jim had not just died but had come back to life again because of some crazy blood thing. Scotty something explained that working with Jim’s sheer amount of luck and the crazy talent their CMO must have.

“Can I go see him?” Are the first words you get out and you’re not entirely sure if you’re only talking about Jim.

“Sure thing, Lassie, just go up and tell them Scotty’s sent you.”

.

When Leonard steps out of Jim’s room, he can’t remember the last time he’s had sleep, but that he needs coffee, urgently. But then he sees you sitting on one of the terrible chairs in the hallways, shoulders slumped, a bag next to your feet.

You jump up the moment you notice him, cross the hallway and hug him with a strength that probably shouldn’t surprise him. You work in security, after all.

“I am so so so so glad he has you as a friend,” you breathe into his shoulder and step back immediately, “I made soup. I know it’s not the manly cold, but it usually helps when Jim complains about being sick and-”

“He’s going to be fine. I hope. I wish. I don’t know, I just…” He lets out a breath. “You make me nervous too.”

He doesn’t know how he expects you to react. You surprise him anyway.

“I don’t know if my soup helps with that too,” you tell him, a smile on your lips, “But if you leave Jim at least half of it, we can try.”

.

Now that could have been it. A story about getting together, just as quirky as each part of the couple itself.

But Jim just had to be Jim.

And now you’re stuck with your husband in a cabin in the middle of snowy nowhere in something that was supposed to be a cozy holiday.

Cozy, because Jim had taken everything medical looking away from Leonard, telling him to relax during his shore leave.

And what had Leonard done?

He had gotten a cold. A manly cold.

“Soup’s ready!” You call from the kitchen and the groaning from the bedroom sounds just the tiniest bit less like dying whale and more like a happy whale.

Well, you’ve got your experience with manly colds, after all.

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Day Nine: Billy Butcher + Stripping/Lacatation

Your belly made it hard to see things as you walked or even just sat down on the couch. Your feet completly covered by the round belly proturding out. At this point you were seven months in to your first pregnancy with Billy.

He loved you unconditional, and you loved him that same way. With every error, or hard thing that might have happened to your relationship you were always there for each other.

The idea child came after at your suggest you did years of fostering. Many child had come and lived with the two of you and as those years went on you saw a rather wonderful, caring side of Billy that you were very excited to see. It wasn't something he didn't show you, just the caring, kind side of him made your heart melt and get you all giddy.

Regardless you were in your third trimenster, and everything hurt you were hot all the fucking time. You had been reading almost every single book about the third trimester. Unlike what they said your sex drive hadn't fallen.

Your sex drive had only increased. You yearned for Billy's rough callused handsto drag down your skin. Yearning for the feeling of Billy slipping right back into your pussy. That thoughts had been running through your head for the past few days. You hadn't seen Billy something about needing to go on business.

But now you as you heard the garage door open, the car drive in and the key jingle in the lock. Your thighs rubbed together with antipiaction.

"Hello love." Billy voice slurred in. He was drunk, not to far gone for you to launch yourself on him. You waited, really you weren't able to move. That's why you waited. "Babe, where are at?" He yelled, "Living room." You yelled back.

Heavy boots landed on the hardwoods floors, and the hooded eyes that landed on you. Black eye that are all consuming. You opted that night for a loose white robe and unaware of Billy drunkness you wore nothing underneath it.

"Well Fuck aren't you such a beaut." Billy muttered. I watched as he clusimly tried to untie his boots, and take off his jacket. Sure he smelt of bourbon, but I didn't really care. "You look so good laying there." Billy muttered as he sat down next to you. You giggle and lbushed at his words.

Even though your ankles were swollen, and you were mostly unkept. You let Billy's words go to your head. Then his callused hands were on your hot body. Cold in contrast to your hot body. Not only were you overly hot all of the time, but you were also very sensitive.

When Billy's lips touched your jaw shivers went down your body. It didn't take long for Billy's hand to come raking up your body, and shift you so fast you felt so pressure on your body. Within a matter of seconds you were on your hands and knees facing away from Billy.

"Fuck, and no panties. What a fuckin' dirty girl." He mutters agasint your skin, and then the sound of his trouser zipper falling down. The seconds the tip of his cock hits your wet pussy moans come falling out of your mouth. You hadn't felt his cock in such a long time. "So fuckin' tight love." Billy groaned out as he thursted harder into your pussy. The harder Billy thursted the more he needed to hold on to you.

He grabbed your tits, hard and with the motion of squeezing and tugging. You weren't even thinking, not until Billy was groaning and laughing behind you. "Look down baby girl." He commanded you, and when you did your cheeks went red with lust, and embrassement.

"Look at you leaking all over the couch, makin' such a mess for me." Billy groaned out as his thursts began to get harder. "So tight whenever I tug on your tits like this. Fuck I bet I can fuck another baby into ya." Billy accent was sending ripples down your body. Finally his words, and thurst started to slow.

The slap of skin, groaning, and moaning was all that filled the room. Finally the edge came like the end of a waterfall. Everything all at once felt like heaven, and you were floating on cloud nine.

Billy made sure not to put all his weight on you, and he brought you up and into his lap.

Hot, sticky, and over filled with contentment.

Completed on: 06/27/23

Posted on: 10/09/23

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Not Exactly Lying

Butcher pushes about what exactly happened when he left you to watch after Ben....uh Soldier Boy (Reminder that reader has a nickname/supe name of Blaze due to her power being pyrokinesis)

Part 2 to Not Exactly Babysitting

Cursing, Violence, Alcohol Consumption, lewd acts, NSFW, angry sex, angst (I think that's all)

You were having a hard time keeping up with the news where Annie and Ben were concerned. Every other channel had something containing Starlight or Soldier Boy. You were just trying to stay off the radar. You would text Kimiko or Frenchie when they checked in with you but besides that you hadn't had much contact with any of the boys. Well Butcher had called quite a few times but you always managed to dodge his calls.

You'd been hotel hopping, paying in cash and staying anywhere you could for the simple fact Homelander knew you ran with the boys if he got it into his head that you could be used against any of them? Well you weren't taking the chance. You were supposed to meet Maeve for a drop of cash, she'd been helping you but when she texted instead to tell you she'd dropped the envelope off with Butcher at the office you almost decided to take your chances getting money out of the bank instead.

You walked up the stairs slowly, praying that maybe anyone else would be there also. You would kill to see MM or Frenchie hell even Hughie who you knew would never do anything besides listen to Butcher. You stopped just outside the door and took a deep breath before pushing it open. There was two lamps on so the room was mainly in shadows, Butcher was sitting on the leather couch in front of one of the tall windows working on a bottle of bourbon.

No one else was in the room and you felt your stomach knot. He glanced up at you and half smiled "Hello Luv. I'm guessing you're here for what Maeve dropped off?" You nodded, walking past the empty desks to come to stand in front of him "You, Annie and Ben are making headlines. I don't need that asshole deciding I'm worth going after again" he cut his eyes up at your words. The metal of the pendant he wore was a stark contrast to the black button up shirt he had on.

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Your eyes flicked down to his chest, taking in the expanse of chest that was visible. Butcher was a lot of things, unattractive was not one of them. "Ben, huh?" You realized your slip up but shrugged nonchalantly "Him and Annie both kind of have Homelander staying on his toes" he nodded, raising his eyes to meet yours "I never did ask how you and him passed the time when I got you to watch after him"

You refused to let yourself squirm under his harsh gaze, you'd faced worse than an interrogation by Billy Butcher. His hazel eyes studied your face and you knew he was looking for the slightest of slip as to if you were lying to him. You reached for his glass which he let you take, quickly downing the rest of the bourbon. "I read a few books, he watched a few movies. We went through like six takeout place menus and then I took the bed and he took the couch"

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He nodded before standing up. You tracked his movements the entire time, stepping back a half step to give a bit of room between the two of you. The height difference and the way your stomach flipped at the look in his eyes made an entirely different face flash through your memory. "Can I ask one thing then Blaze" you raised an eye at him calling you Blaze instead of your name or a simple Luv or sweetheart. "Ask Butch"

He took a step towards you and you forced your feet to remain in place. You weren't in any actual danger from Billy, you knew that for a fact. He was standing over you, your faces mere inches from each other as he asked "Why was there scorch marks on the bed?"

You knew your features were schooled but your mind raced. Damn Ben had promised he'd make a believable lie. "Don't know, must have had a nightmare" he nodded "That's what he said too" you shrugged "See? So what's your issue here Billy? What's the attitude and the whole sitting in a darkened room waiting on me to show up?" He took a deep breath "Did he hurt you?"

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You felt yourself deflate, the anger you'd felt building quickly dissolved. That was why he'd called you so much, why he had others checking in so much. You shook your head "No Billy. Ben didn't hurt me" He nodded slowly "Did ya fuck that cunt?" Damn, that anger of yours managed to flare right back up in that instant "What?"

He took another step towards you, close enough you weren't sure if the bourbon you tasted was on your own tongue or if it was from his breath. You felt your power threaten to flow out and it took everything in you to reign it in as you said "So let me get this straight, you haven't sought me out face to face in weeks then you sit here all melodramatic and acting like you care if I'd been hurt just to in turn ask me if I fucked him?"

He gave you a slight smirk "I do care about you luv. That's why I asked if he hurt ya. But I know ya too, if ya hadn't fucked him you would've already swung on me" your hands were practically trembling with how angry you were, flames began to dance across your fingertips. "Since when is it any of your business what I do Billy? As long as I answer when you call that's all you give a damn about right?"

He grabbed your hand and you started to snatch away, despite your anger you didn't want to hurt him but the flames weren't effecting him even as they danced over his skin. Your eyes went from your hand to his face "What the fuck did you do?" "Give us an edge over Homelander. Make sure that bastard burns for what he did to Becca, what he did to you"

You snatched away from him finally, shaking your head "You took that temp v shit Annie told me about" He smiled "It works" You shoved him back with both hands on his chest, he slid backwards but not as much as he should've had he not been using that shit. He was a supe, temp or not. Never thought you'd see the day.

"That shit is experimental, you don't know what the fuck it could be doing to your insides! Billy it could fucking kill you!" The bastard had the nerve to shrug one shoulder and throw your own words back at you "Since when is it any of your business what I do?"

Without thinking you swung on him and connected a hard punch to his jaw. He stumbled just slightly and rubbed a hand over his jaw "Damn I'm glad I've never pissed you off bad enough before, would've broke my damn jaw" "I should break your fucking jaw! God dammit Butcher you know better than to fuck around with bullshit from Vought!"

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He smirked "I don't know I've been fucking around with you for a while now" you started to swing on him again but he caught your wrist. You stared him down and noticed how his eyes flicked down towards your lips, was this turning the asshole on?

"That what the issue is here isn't it Butch?" He raised an eyebrow in question so you pushed "You're not mad I fucked Ben, you could give a damn less as long as it was consensual. You're mad I fucked him and turned you down when you got back that day. You're mad that had you kissed me you would've been tasting Ben's cock" considering he still had your wrist you decided to see how far you could push him.

You used your free hand to slip around his neck, pulling him closer to you "That the problem Billy? Do you want to fuck me so bad that you'd go through all the dramatics instead of just asking for a fuck? Or are you worried I'll be comparing you to Ben, thinking about his cock while yours is inside of me"

A sinister grin slipped onto his face "Luv I'd fuck the thought of good old soldier boy right out of ya" "Don't think you're man enough for the job" you raised an eyebrow as you taunted him.

He dropped your wrist in favor of slipping an arm around your waist, pulling you to his chest "Say what you want here Blaze" you pulled him down to where your lips were almost touching "At the moment? I want you" he smirked slightly before his lips crashed against yours in a searing kiss.

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He groaned into your mouth when you tugged roughly at the hair at the back of his head, deepening the kiss. Both of his hands went to your hips pulling a gasp from you when he slipped them under your ass and easily lifted you into his arms. Billy had always been strong as hell but the temp v made it where lifting you was as easy as lifting a feather. You wrapped your legs around his waist, never breaking the kiss as he walked backwards to the couch he'd been sitting on and dropped you roughly onto the cushions.

You pulled him down with you, fumbling for the buttons on his shirt while he found the hem of yours. The two of you broke away from each other long enough for Billy to toss his shirt across the room then pull yours over your head and toss it as well. The look in his eyes darkened even more as he looked down at you, the chain around his neck dangling as he left another kiss against your lips before then across your jaw to attack your neck, kissing and biting across the sensitive skin there in a way that had your hips bucking up against his.

"Easy luv. Don't want ya screaming my name just yet" he muttered against your skin and you swallowed twice before biting back "Don't flatter yourself Butch" when his lips found your clothed breast he bit down harshly on one of them causing you to bite into your bottom lip in an effort to not make any sound yet.

He glanced up at you as he pushed the cloth down off your breast, exposing the skin to his lips. He gingerly kissed the area he'd bit maintaining eye contact with you "I know you better than that cunt ever could. I know everything you like and just how to get you off" You moved your hips impatiently "Less talking" he chuckled darkly as he kissed down your stomach stopping just shy of the waistband of your jeans.

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He unbuttoned your jeans and tapped your hips so you would raise them off the couch far enough he could slip your jeans off along with your panties. He gave you one of those smiles you'd always hated and loved from him before he lowered his mouth to your core.

The first lick was tentative, teasing but when the bastard managed to pull a whimper from your lips he gripped your hips roughly, holding them down to the couch and effectively keeping them spread. "Easy Butch. You have supe strength" you reminded him breathlessly and his grip loosened just a bit before he attacked your clit, licking and sucking the spot that made your eyes roll back into your head.

You moaned his name as he worked you closer to that edge and damn him when that building tension finally burst and your legs began to shake he didn't slow his movements any. Before you could come down fully from one orgasm he slipped two fingers in along with his tongue and found that spot deep inside of you, curling his fingers to tease over it.

"Fuck Billy" you moaned, pleasure making your vision go soft around the edges as another orgasm washed over you. You felt flames flicker to life on your fingertips but Billy simply moved his hands from your hips to your hands, smothering the flames with his skin as he worked you through your orgasm then finally broke away from your body.

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You stared down at him feeling your entire lower half quivering from his touch "God damn you Butcher" he ran his thumbs over your hands, a slight smile slipping onto his face "You are always such a sweet talker Y/N"

You groaned flipping your hands up to grip his wrist "You want sweet talk? Get your pants off and fuck me like you mean it" he didn't say another word, simply leaned up far enough to kick his pants off then was moving back up your body to catch your lips in a rough kiss that was all teeth and tongue.

You felt his hard cock pressing against your thigh and reached down between your bodies to run your fingers across him, he broke away from your lips to bury his face into your neck "Like that luv"

You wrapped your hand around him, lining him up with your opening "Fuck me Billy" when he pushed into you a low moan escaped you both "Feel fucking amazing" he cursed as he started to roll his hips against yours, testing to see if you were ready for him to move. When your response was to wrap your legs around his waist that must have been the go ahead he needed because he pulled almost all the way out just to slam back into you.

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He gave you a few hard thrusts but when he moved his hips just right the angle meant the head of his cock had found that spot inside of you. He bit down on your neck as he groaned "There's no way you're coming again" you couldn't exactly form a coherent response so you simply moaned "Fuck, just don't stop Butch"

You were so damn close, that familiar knot began to build in your stomach and when Billy slipped a hand between you to rub tight circles onto your clit your vision went white as another orgasm washed over you.

He fucked you through that orgasm and when your head cleared you could feel that he was holding back. You reached a hand up to cup the side of his face, nails grazing his beard "Fuck me harder Billy. You know me, I'm not gonna fucking break. I want you to come"

"Tell me if it's too much?" He asked through gritted teeth and you nodded. His thrusts got harder and deeper, he hooked your legs over his arms giving himself an even better angle. You knew he was close by how his thrusts began to stutter and could feel yourself heading for another orgasm.

When he finally came, burying himself deep inside of you the feeling of him finding his release was enough to shove you over that edge a fourth time.

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He was holding his weight on his arms and your lower half to avoid crushing you as both of you worked to catch your breath. He leaned down to press another kiss to your lips before pulling out. You groaned at the loss of contact but gave yourself a few breaths before you sat up looking around for your clothes.

Billy watched you as you gathered your clothes and headed for the bathroom. You weren't expecting meaningful conversation but neither of you spoke a word.

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Once you were cleaned up and fully dressed down to your boots you walked back out of the bathroom to find Billy standing just outside the door. He had a big envelope in his hand and held it out "I care enough that I don't like the thought of someone hurting you. We may need you when this all comes to a head" You took the envelope and nodded "If Ben's certain he can burn the compound v out that asshole it would be my pleasure to be there when he dies"

He nodded and stepped closer to you "Watch your back and if you need anything call" You half smiled "Is this where I'm supposed to believe you'd answer?" A look of almost guilt passed through his eyes "Am I that bad you think I wouldn't help you if you needed it?"

You shook your head "No Billy. I just know if it comes to vengeance for Becca or helping me I come second. We all know that and have for years. I don't take it to heart Billy. It just is what it is" you kissed his cheek before turning to walk out.

You heard him call himself a cunt under his breath but kept walking. You needed a shower and some sleep.

The next night you were nearly asleep when your phone started ringing. You fumbled for it half expecting to see Frenchie or MM's caller id. When you didn't recognize the number you answered it with a cautious "Hello?"

Ben's voice hit your ears "Y/N, we need to talk" you swallowed hard "Face to face or over the phone good?" You asked and he said "Can you meet me at Butchers office?" You nodded then thought about the fact that you were on the phone "Yeah. Meet ya in twenty" then hung up

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You hadn't expected Ben to look so damn normal. He was wearing jeans, a black t-shirt under a leather jacket with boots. He was leaning against the doorway and pushed off when he saw you "Thanks for coming" you nodded then motioned at the door "I have a key if you wanna go in?" He shook his head "I found something out and it only seemed right to tell you"

You nodded "What is it?" He seemed almost nervous? Which was weird in itself. "They did a lot of experiments on me, took samples of everything. I didn't know what it was for until me, Butcher and Hughie went after Mindstorm" "ok?" You asked and he took a deep breath "He's my kid" "Who?" You started to ask but stopped dead in your tracks, the icy realization hitting you hard.

You stumbled a few steps back from him "That son of a bitch is your son?" He reached for your arm but flames flicked up it, your powers trying to protect you without you even trying "Blaze I'm not going to hurt you" you shook your head "Your kid already hurt me enough. Are you turning on Butcher? On all of us? Are you gonna go save your rapist son?"

He shook his head "Hell no. For one, I'm a man of my word, I said I'd help take him down and I will. For two, I've seen the scars of what he did to you. I'm going to kill him son or not but I wanted you to know" "Why?" You asked concentrating on snuffing the flames out on your skin as he shrugged "Just felt like I should" you nodded slowly "What now?"

"I'm headed back to the hotel I'm crashing at. Are you safe to get back to yours?" You nodded "Yeah" he reached for your arm and this time you let him. When his fingers closed around your arm he used the other hand to brush your hair back out of your face "You'll see him dead. I promise" you finally met his gaze, those green eyes holding you in place "I'll hold you to it" he almost smiled at your words "I wouldn't expect any less out of you"

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