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hopelesslygaysstuff · 10 months

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pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: subby!mafia boss wanda needs some stress relief after a long day. you're more than happy to provide.

content warnings: fingering, cunnilingus, riding crop, impact play, restraints and hints of overstimulation.

word count: 3.6k+

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The Sweetest Sound

The night was cool, the darkness wrapping around you, the only sound reaching your ears was the click of Wanda’s heeled boots against firm concrete. The firm pressure of Wanda’s hand against your lower back made you smile. You looked over towards her, noticing the slight furrow of her brows as she walked beside you.

“What’s wrong?” You barely got the words out before she sent a sharp look your way, her fingers tensing on your back as you noticed the tightness of her shoulders. Her eyes are locked on the front door of your home, her posture rigid as she nods slightly to the security team, ushering you inside quickly. Her hands are rough around your waist, her eyes hard and dark as the door closes behind the two of you.

Ah, a long day then. You knew what that meant.

Wanda’s hands were hot around your waist, her stride long as she led you towards the bedroom, kicking her heels off as she walked down the hallway. Running a hand through her hair, she shook the few bobby pins holding it up loose, and you raised your eyebrows slightly as you heard them clink lightly on the floor.

Before you could berate your girlfriend for leaving her belongings all over the house, she was pushing you into the bedroom and up against the closed door. You felt your senses become smothered with Wanda in the best way possible. All you could smell was her vanilla perfume, your fingers were in her soft hair and pulling her closer to you as her hands squeezed around your waist. The only thing you could taste was her lips and tongue, and you smiled when you heard a small noise escape her.

Biting down on her bottom lip, you reveled in the gasp that she let out as her hands pushed you firmer against the door. Evidently, she could feel your smile against her lips, because the next time she kissed you it was all teeth and pure desperation.

You felt yourself heat up, your lungs begging for oxygen as you were kissed within an inch of your life. Your hands clenched in Wanda’s hair as you felt her leg press against your core, and you couldn’t help but grind against it slightly.

Breaking the kiss, you felt Wanda’s lips against your face as she pressed her body flush against yours. Her breath was hot, hitting your face as she panted slightly with her forehead against yours.

You let your hand drift from her hair down to her cheek, your fingers grazing her jaw slightly as you pecked her swollen lips lightly. Your hand drifted lower, and you felt her breath hitch. Squeezing, you push her far enough away so you can make eye contact, your pupils dilated severely as they lock onto her wide green eyes.

“Get on your knees.” Your hand squeezes harder around her neck as you finish your sentence, a warning to obey.

Wanda nods, relief and slight disappointment flooding her when you remove your hand. She keeps her eyes locked on yours as she bites her lip, slowly sinking to her knees as her hands remain around your waist. By the time she’s fully kneeling before you, you’re soaked through your underwear.

There’s just something so arousing about having the city’s most powerful woman willingly get on her knees for you.

Your hand cups her jaw, fingers gentle as they stroke her skin. Wanda’s eyes close of their own accord, a long sigh leaving her lips as her shoulders begin to relax. You can’t help but smile at the sight, your thumb brushing her bottom lips lightly as she parts her lips.

Her tongue is strong against your thumb, swirling around the tip of it before sucking it fully into her mouth. She hums, a breathy sounding noise, and you feel yourself grow wetter. Pushing your thumb further into her mouth, you wait until her eyes open in surprise before you begin speaking.

“You need this, don’t you sweetheart?” Your voice is low, the words practically whispered as Wanda nods her head eagerly. “It’s so hard being a big, scary mafia boss, huh?”

Green eyes widen, and you smirk as you watch Wanda’s head grow fuzzier with each syllable you utter. Her eyes glaze over, her mouth still sucking your thumb into her mouth even as her tongue slackens as she slips into subspace.

And all you had to do was say a few words. A part of you wonders what people would think if they knew that one of the most feared individuals in your city submitted this easily to you. But, you’ll never know, you would never do that to Wanda. Besides, you secretly liked being the only person that knew what a desperate, whiny mess she was the second her brain stopped working.

All for you. Only for you.

A faint moan sends you tumbling out of your thoughts, and you return your focus to the woman kneeling before you. Her eyes are closed, one hand wrapped around your wrist as she mindlessly sucks on your fingers, while the other is stroking your hip. Her fingers tease the waistband on your pants, prompting you into action.

“Wanda,” You begin, smiling down at her as she looks up at you. “Do you need me to do all the thinking for a while?”

The poor thing can’t even get any words out, a pathetic sounding whine falling from her lips as she nods slowly up at you. You think it's the most beautiful sight you’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing.

“On the bed for me then, you know what position I like you in.” You pull your fingers from her mouth, a proud feeling worming its way through you as she moves towards the bed with no complaints. Her legs are shaky, her breaths shallow as she begins removing her clothing, and you give her one last smirk before disappearing into the walk in closet.

You take your time getting ready, selecting a single toy that you know will help Wanda let go. It's never failed to send her straight into the deepest parts of subspace, and you know how much she needs that right now. Getting excited, you speed up slightly. The thought of Wanda squirming from her position on the bed has you practically panting with need, so you take a moment to collect yourself before calmly walking back into the bedroom.

The sight before you makes your knees weak, and you’re suddenly very thankful that Wanda is facing the opposite way. If she sensed even a small amount of your neediness, she’d switch into dom mode before you would even get the chance to collect yourself. But you won’t let that happen, not when she so desperately needs release.

“Good girl.” Your words are low, and you let your lips brush Wanda’s ear as she shivers. She’d been listening in anticipation of your approach, but you somehow manage to surprise her every time. Not that she’s complaining.

As you maneuver yourself in her line of vision, Wanda can’t help but let her eyes roam your figure. You’ve stripped down to only your undergarments, a beautiful set of lingerie that she’d purchased for you, and it compliments your body perfectly. She takes notice of the object in your hand, her eyes widening slightly against her will as she snaps her gaze up to meet yours.

God, she wants to wipe that insufferable smirk off your face.

Sensing that Wanda wasn’t as deep in a submissive state, you let the riding crop in your hand rest gently on her thigh. It's a warning, reminding her to obey, and she does so immediately. In her kneeling position, you can see everything. She’d undressed completely, her nipples hard from both arousal and the slightly cool air, and you eye the glistening juices dripping down her inner thigh.

The only thing you can hear are Wanda’s short breaths, slightly shaky as she watches your pupils dilate further. Her green eyes follow yours as you continue to let your gaze wander over her rapidly heating skin.

“Let’s play a game.” Your words are jarring, and Wanda subconsciously straightens her back the moment your eyes meet hers.

“Don’t worry, love. The rules are simple.” Your tone is teasing, your eyes sparkling as you watch her carefully for a reaction. Wanda just stares up at you, acutely aware of the slow movement of the leather riding crop against her thighs. “I’m going to have some fun with this,” You push the riding crop against her glistening center, satisfied with the sharp gasp that escapes her, “And you’re going to stay completely still. Understand?”

Wanda nods, blinking up at you and holding back a whine when you move the riding crop back to her thighs. Even just the few moments of slight pressure you applied against her clit was enough to send her into a frenzy, and all she wanted now was more.

A warning look appears in your eyes, and Wanda freezes as she realizes that she’d been rolling her hips. She looks up at you with wide eyes, silently pleading with you not to punish her, and breathes a sigh of relief when you simply raise an eyebrow and start moving the leather lightly over her thighs.

“Hands on your ankles, sweetheart.” The words are murmured, and Wanda is quick to obey. This new position presses her chest up and out, and she bites back a smile when your eyes lock on her nipples.

You catch the tail end of her smirk, before she suppresses it, and raise the riding crop. Before Wanda can process the movement, you flick your wrist, the leather end landing sharply against her inner thigh and causing pain to spread. She can feel the moment the pain reaches her clit, and it throbs from the sensation.

Wanda holds herself back from moving, a moan weakly pushing past her lips. Your other hand comes up, lightly stroking her cheek as your thumb releases her bottom lip from between her teeth.

“I want to hear all of your pretty noises.” You lower your head, looking at her through your lashes as you bring your face closer to hers. Your lips gently brush against her parted ones, teasing her as she does her best not to surge forwards.

Eventually, you take mercy on her, capturing her lips with your own and sucking harshly. Tilting your head, you swipe your tongue against her bottom lip as her own slides into your mouth. You don’t let her gain control of the kiss, instead reaching behind her and tangling your fingers with her hair and wrenching her head back.

At her surprised gasp, you smile against her lips. Taking the opportunity to deepen the kiss, you slide your tongue against hers and suck. A wave of arousal escapes you at the drawn out moan Wanda lets out, and your own breaths deepen to match hers as you kiss her fiercely.

Pulling away after the need for oxygen becomes too great, you calm your heart rate as your chest heaves against Wanda’s. Bringing your hand around from the back of her head to the front of her neck, you squeeze slightly.

The whimper that rings out is music to your ears, and you bring the riding crop up. Watching Wanda’s face carefully, you bring it down against her skin over and over again, reveling in the soft moans that leave her swollen lips.

Admiring the heated skin, your eyes take in the bright red marks eagerly. You’re surprised with how still Wanda has been, as normally by this point she’d be rutting against you in a desperate attempt to cum. Deciding to test her limits, you stroke the riding crop against her skin, over her hips and up her stomach until you reach her chest.

Teasing her nipples by circling them with the hard leather, you let her moans wrap around your head, pulling you into a more dominant space. All you want is for her to feel pleasure, and you know that one of the best ways to do that is by providing more pain.

The riding crop comes down, this time directly on her sensitive nipples. You watch her body for any signs of movement, as you desperately want her to lose this game. The punishment you have in store is one of the best you’ve come up with, but Wanda remains still.

You’ve trained her almost too well. But it's alright, you can still have fun without her breaking your rules.

Pulling back from Wanda, you watch her eyes close of their own accord as you trace her now over-sensitive nipples with the riding crop. Mapping out a path down her body, you begin to flick your wrist, expertly leaving marks with the hard leather over her chest, stomach, hips, and thighs.

Eventually, you make your way towards her leaking center. You can smell her arousal, and after an experimental hit against her pussy, you know that she must be positively aching for you. Wet sounds ring out as you continue to swing the riding crop lightly against her pussy, hitting her clit just right.

Wanda takes it all, whimpers and moans leaving her lips as tears well up in her eyes, but she remains still. By the time your wrist is tired, her tears are slowly rolling down her cheeks and her muscles are trembling from the effort of staying still.

Throwing the riding crop near the foot of the bed, you moan at the sight of Wanda’s juices dripping onto the mattress below her. Your hands are rough, kneading and grasping at her skin as you pull her in for a rough kiss. Nimble fingers roll her nipples between them, rough hands squeezing her chest as she moans into your mouth.

“You did so good for me, love.” You manage to say in between kisses, your lips refusing to leave hers as you pull her impossibly closer.

Wanda is moaning freely now, the desperate sounds pushing you further into a state of never-ending arousal. She manages to ask, “Can I move now?” Her voice is shaky, her entire body seeming to tremble from the effort of keeping still as she awaits your response.

Hurriedly nodding, you make your way onto the bed, pulling her with you as she sighs in relief. Her hands tangle with your hair as you sit against the headboard, prompting her to kneel on your thighs.

“Go on,” You say, your words partially muffled by her mouth. “Ride my thigh, love. I want to see you cum.”

Within seconds of your words leaving your lips, Wanda begins moving her hips. She’s desperate, almost animalistic in the way that she rides your thigh. Her arms wrap around your neck, pulling you closer until your lips meet her neck.

Squeezing your hands around her waist, you guide her hips faster, applying more pressure against her soaked core as you begin to suck deep hickeys against the column of her throat. You feel the vibrations of her moans through your lips, and you lose yourself in the scent of her as she desperately rolls her hips against your thigh.

You barely notice that your teeth are digging into her neck until she lets out a pained whimper, and you pull back quickly, an apology forming on your lips. She stops you, kissing you roughly and pulling on your bottom lip with her teeth before she pulls back, the green around her pupils gone as she whispers, “Do it again.”

The groan that escapes you causes Wanda to lose control of herself. She grinds down roughly on your thigh, the pressure against her clit sending her arousal skyrocketing. Suddenly losing the ability to kiss you properly, she resorts to resting her forehead against yours, moans tearing through her as her orgasm creeps up on her.

Quickly losing yourself in the essence of Wanda, you revel in the feel of her against you. You memorize the way she smells, hoping that it will linger on your skin forever, a constant reminder that she’s yours. You urge her hips faster, loving the way her arousal smears against your thigh, the smell of her entrapping you in a haze.

Wanda moves her hips faster and harder against your thigh, her orgasm just out of reach. Letting out a frustrated sigh, she reaches towards your hand that wraps around her hip, moving it towards her pussy.

“Do you want something?” You ask, your voice teasing as you gently circle around Wanda’s clit, careful to not stimulate it directly.

“Fuck,” Wanda begins, her voice trembling as she draws in short breaths. “I need you to fuck me, please.”

That’s your last straw, and in one quick movement, you flip her over. Wanda’s breath leaves her in a short burst, and before she can begin to comprehend the sudden change of position, two of your fingers thrust deep into her.

The moans that sound out are louder than any of the previous ones she’d been letting out, and you fuck her impossibly harder. The sound of her desperate moans and sloshing pussy are music to your ears, and you can’t remember the last time you’ve been this aroused.

Wanda’s hands scrabble for purchase in the sheets, one gripping your forearm briefly before letting go at the warning look in your eyes. You begin to suck more dark hickeys into her skin, starting at her neck and making your way down her body.

After leaving multiple bruises on her breasts, you release one of her nipples from your mouth, breathing heavily from the arousal that clouds your mind. “You couldn’t keep up the pace, could you?”

Wanda whines, the question confusing her. You elaborate, “You couldn't even get off on my thigh by yourself, love.” Your teeth dig into her inner hip, and you suck a dark bruise into her skin. “You need me to do all the work for you, don’t you?”

Your lips reach her clit, and you moan from the taste of her arousal. Wanda doesn’t get the chance to respond, any words she attempts to form turn into drawn out whimpers as you suck her clit between your lips. Circling the hard nub with your tongue, you hold her thighs down as she attempts to rut against your face.

One of Wanda’s hands makes its way into your hair, but you can’t be bothered to care anymore. You feel her press your face further against her pussy, your chin providing a delicious pressure against her as you continue to lick and suck her throbbing clit.

Your hands continue to press her hips and thighs into the mattress, making it difficult for Wanda to roll her hips against your face. Still, with the continuous stimulation of your tongue and lips, she can’t help the orgasm that creeps up on her.

It takes her by surprise, and she doesn’t even have time to ask you for permission before her pussy is clenching around nothing as her muscles seize in pleasure. You feel her clit throb against your tongue, and her fingers tighten in your hair, and immediately realize what’s happening.

Wanda’s grip on your hair doesn’t lessen, so you have no choice but to fuck her through her orgasm. Her thighs tremble around your head, her juices hitting your chin as you attempt to breathe while she presses your face closer against her. You briefly think that this would be a good way to die, before her hands move from the back of your head to your forehead.

Pushing you away, Wanda gasps out the words, “Too much,” and practically collapses from relief when you finally detach your lips from her. You rest your head on her thighs, leaving soothing kisses there as you watch her chest heave while she comes down from her orgasm.

Eventually, Wanda’s thighs aren’t trembling anymore and she sits up slightly to look down at you. You smile softly, sucking a light hickey into her inner thigh as she watches with parted lips and wide eyes. There’s a smudge of mascara in the corner of her left eye, and her lipstick is slightly smeared, but the only thing you can think about is how beautiful she looks.

“Wanda,” You begin, twisting your fingers. Magic erupts from them, and Wanda watches in anticipation as her wrists are gently restrained to the headboard. You spread her legs, swiping your tongue through her arousal as she jerks from the sudden stimulation. Her green eyes widen as you nod, the realization setting in as she pulls fruitlessly against your magic. “You came without permission.”

Throwing her head back, Wanda groans as you begin gently circling her still-aching clit with your skilled tongue. You continue to speak, your words sending her further into her submissive state, “And since you were so greedy, now I’ll give you what you want.”

You wrap your lips around Wanda’s clit and suck harshly, a violent cry tearing through her as she struggles to escape the painful pleasure. The heat of your gaze on her sends her spiraling headfirst into a haze, and she loathes the way you smile up at her as if you’re not torturing her with that very same mouth.

Your eyebrows raise, eerily similar to hers as you smirk. “We’ve only just begun, and I’m not stopping until you’re begging me for mercy.”

Wanda throws her head against the pillow, and you begin again. Although, if she’s being honest with herself, Wanda wouldn’t have it any other way. Your tongue moves, and a low moan reverberates around the room.

It's the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard.

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supercap2319 · 10 months

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Eddie Diaz and you being enemies until you push his buttons to far one day and he pushes you up against the wall and kisses you

You disliked Eddie ever since he joined your team at station 118. Everyone else seemed to think he was this sexy guy, but you and Buck knew better than to fall for the charms of some pretty boy. Bobby warned you both to play with Eddie, and eventually Bucky and Eddie made a pact to have each other's backs. You couldn't believe it. You were alone in your hate war against Edmundo Diaz.

You weren't sure why you hated him. Maybe it's because everyone was treating him like this hotshot grad superstar, and you like you didn't exist. You may be young, but you worked hard to be a productive member of this team, and you'll be damned if you let Eddie upstage.

You competed in everything. In lifting weights. Selfies. Charity calendars. Even to get the best seat in the fire truck. Hen, Chimney, Buck, and Bobby all thought the reason you hated Eddie was because you had a crush on him. Much to your disgust as they'd often tease you both. Saying you should relieve all that sexual tension and just bang each other's brains out.

You couldn't imagine doing anything with your enemy, but one faithful day changed it all.

You were both late getting out of the station as you needed a much needed shower after rescuing a family from their burning apartment. And unfortunately, so did Eddie. You both got into the spacious shower stall and just washed all the grime and soot off your bodies. "You know, Y/N. You were a little slow with your rescuing tonight. I think it'd be better if you let me and Buck handle it next time. We work better together." Eddie said, scrubbing his hair.

You frowned. Who did this asshole think he was telling you what to do. "Thanks for the advice, but I don't think we need you and your boyfriend screwing up a stressful situation because you're both too busy eye fucking each other."

Eddie turned to you. "Excuse me? Buck is not my boyfriend. I don't know what gave you that impression, but kill it now."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Didn't know you were offended. I can't believe I offended the perfect and smooth Edmundo Diaz." You spat.

"Hey, no one calls me 'Edmundo' except my family. So, knock it off now. What's your problem?"

"You. You're my fucking problem. You think you can come in here pretty boy and tell me what to do? I don't care who you think you are. You're not my boss."

Eddie rolled his eyes. "What are we five? Grow up, Y/N."

"Fuck you, Edmundo. You...you..." You had no idea what to call him.

"What? Spit it out, kid." Eddie smirked.

"You... Cocksucker!"

You watched as Eddie's face morphed into shock, surprise, and anger. All in one go. "What did you call me?" His voice was low and dangerous. Even though you were kind of scared of that tone, you held your ground. "You heard me you cock–"

Eddie slammed you against the shower wall and when you thought he was going to pound the shit out of you with his fists, you were surprised when he kissed you on the lips.

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megalony · 1 year

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This is an Evan Buckley (Buck) request by anon, I hope you like it, any feedback is always lovely. Thank you all for the requests I'm slowly getting through them.

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Summary: Evan starts to get worried when (Y/n)'s seizures become constant and he takes time off work to look after her.

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Evan leaned his hips back against the kitchen counter, phone in one hand and cup of tea in the other. He scrolled down his contacts, took a very large gulp of his tea which did nothing to calm his raging nerves, and clicked on Bobby's contact.

He knew his boss wouldn't be at work yet, there was another half an hour until Bobby would head into shift and two hours until Evan was supposed to be on shift. A shift he was turning down. Again.

"Hey Buck, everything okay?"

"Hey Bobby… I know it's short notice and I said I'd be coming in today but, I don't think I can." He could hear the sigh on the other end of the phone and he closed his eyes tight and held his breath deep in his lungs. Evan didn't like disappointing people, especially not Bobby. He saw the captain as his father figure, he looked up to and respected him and if Bobby so much as frowned in Evan's direction he would be doing everything he could to prove himself.

"I told you to take the week off, why don't you listen to me? How bad is it?" The way Bobby spoke made a weight disintergrate from Evan's shoulders and he let out the breath he'd been holding. His voice was light-hearted and Evan could picture the calming smile he would have right now.

"It's bad, Bobby. Five yesterday and two during the night, I'm too nervous to leave her I can't, not yet." He set down his cup on the counter behind him and moved his fingers to drag them through his hair.

"You take the rest of the week off and check in with me on Friday, if she isn't any better you can either have another week or stick to half shifts. Okay? Keep me updated."

"Thank you,"

He stuffed his phone back in his pocket and leaned his head back, craning his neck to click it in place and try and relieve some of the tension in his muscles.

Evan tried, he really tried not to let the team see how nervous he was getting but each day that passed, the more his worry crept up and the more agitated he got until Bobby sat him down and asked him what was happening.

It was (Y/n).

They had been together almost five years now and in that time frame, Evan had never known her have so many seizures as she was having these last two weeks. She was diagnosed with epilepsy when she was two and it had been a part of who she was all her life. (Y/n) couldn't drive due to the frequency and dangers and her medication, she couldn't get a bath alone without someone nearby in case she had a seizure and went under the water.

She couldn't go on rides in theme parks unless they were children's rides that wouldn't jostle her about and if a club had horrid changing lights or flashing equipment (Y/n) couldn't go in.

But Evan hadn't known her be like this before. He had never seen her go from one seizure right into another and then another a few hours later. She was having at least three a day so far and Evan had been on shift, clinging to his phone in case she called and said she'd hurt herself and if she didn't call, he panicked she was unconscious and needed him.

Bobby told him to take a few days and stay with her, then advised him to take the week but Evan didn't want to leave the team short handed and (Y/n) didn't want him to have to take so much time off for her.

Three seizures yesterday made Evan reconsider agreeing to go back on shift and then the two she had last night that both woke him and frightened him confirmed that he wasn't going back yet.

He reached back for his drink and drained what was left in his cup but he barely placed it in the sink before (Y/n)'s voice rung through the air.

"Evan, p-please…"

He spun on his heels and jogged from the kitchen over to the living room and just as he got there, his eyes landed on his girl. Her fingers dug into the arm of the sofa and she slowly wiggled to the edge of the sofa and slumped down until she was sat on the floor. She was going to have a seizure. They were such a second nature to (Y/n) that if she could sense one, she knew to get on the floor or lie down wherever she was to be safe.

(Y/n) barely managed to lower herself down on her left side before her head snapped back so far and fast Evan thought she'd broken her neck. Her arms stayed stretched out in front of her but he could see her fingers curling and bending and her wrists twisted and curled her hands inwards. She had curled her knees up to her stomach when she lied down and one knee pushed up into her stomach while the other leg straightened out and started to jerk.

"I'm here, I got you," He slumped down to his knees beside her head and carefully brushed her hair from her face before he trailed his fingertips over her cheek and down her neck that was tense and taut.

His fingertips grazed over her neck to check her airways weren't obstructed and he moved to feel her pulse which was unusually steady. He kept one hand just under her chin stroking her jaw and the other rubbed soothingly up and down her arm. He knew half the time (Y/n) could hear and sense him and was aware of her surroundings so every seizure he treated her as if she was conscious.

A sigh of relief left Evan's lips when a minute ticked by and the spasms and tremors started to wear off. He could see her eyes fluttering beneath her eyelids and she started to take deep, steady breaths instead of little huffs between spluttering and foaming at the mouth.

"Good girl, you're okay just a little one. Shall we sit you up?"

Evan slipped his hands under (Y/n)'s arms and slowly hoisted her up until her back was against his chest and her head flopped back against his shoulder, too heavy for her to lift up. He curled his arms around her waist and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. He smiled when he felt her hands shakily half-curl around his wrists and she tried to get enough control to squeeze him.

"I'm glad I called Cap,"

"Y-you didn't? Evan, I'm sorry-"

"Hey, you come first and everyone knows that. Bobby was fine with it, he told me to take the time off. I have to be here with you."

(Y/n) pushed her head to the right until her nose brushed against his neck and she could kiss his skin.

She hated that he was taking so much time off recently to look after her. He should be saving his time off for when he needed a break or he wasn't feeling well or they planned to go away. Not for him to have to sit around and babysit her like he always did. (Y/n) loved that he looked after her but she felt awful that he even had to. It wasn't like she had a simple cold, this was a condition that wasn't going to go away. But Evan knew this and he would do anything to look after her, always had, always would.

"Could you take a shower with me if you've got the time now?" She could feel his lips curve into a smile against the top of her head and it helped settle her stomach that was now churning.

She didn't feel like a bath. (Y/n) only got baths when Evan was home or Maddie came round to check on her if she wasn't well. She couldn't get a bath if she was home alone, it was too risky and she didn't want one. But she knew after two seizures during the night and now this one, she needed a shower. She tended to sweat and drool a lot when she had seizures and during the bad ones she had wet herself a few times too.

"I'd love to."

Her legs felt shaky when Evan lifted her up to her feet and he could feel the unease rattling through her because his arms coiled around her waist and he pulled her flush against his chest. They walked up the stairs like they were one person, their legs moving in unison and Evan's lips pressed against the side of her neck as he muttered something incoherent into her skin like a secret he wanted to keep hidden.

When they got up to the bathroom, (Y/n) let herself slump down onto the toilet and she buried her face in her hands while Evan moved to turn on the shower. And a small smile curved at her lips when she looked through her fingers and noticed him starting to strip.

He pulled the dark maroon jumper over his head revealing his toned chest and the few tattoos he had there before he unbuckled his belt.

Sometimes Evan didn't always join her in the shower or the bath. He was almost always in the bathroom with her when she got a wash, safety was his reasoning. But there were a lot of times when 'safety' would be the excuse to have some fun together in the shower.

But if (Y/n) was having a wash after a seizure or she felt rough and suspected she might have a seizure, Evan didn't join her. He would sit dutifully on the counter next to the sink or sit on the floor beside the bath and play a game on his phone or play some music and they would chat.

It was a surprise to see that he was joining her today, but it was a comforting and lovely surprise. They both knew there would be no funny business, but Evan wanted to be close to her and to hold her and make sure she was okay and there was no better way to do that than to join her.

"Come here, babe."

When Evan was stripped down, he knelt in front of (Y/n) seeing as she hadn't moved or even undressed yet. His hands fell on her shoulders and he nudged her back until she was sitting up and slowly pulled her pyjama top over her head.

She stood up, bracing her hands on Evan's shoulders when her energy dwindled and since he was knelt in front of her. His soft smile turned into a grin and he helped her out of her shorts and underwear before his hands rested on her hips and he nudged her backwards. His lips pressed to hers, smothering her, engulfing her, flooding her with love and passion and understanding.

(Y/n) turned round in his grip so she could climb over the side of the bath but as soon as they were both stood under the stream and the heat enveloped them, (Y/n) turned back round to face him.

Her arms curled around his lower waist and she tucked her face into his chest, breathing in his scent while the water trickled over them and slithered down her nose to drop against his sternum. It felt comforting to have Evan's arms around her fully, one secured around her waist and the other loosely draped over the back of her shoulders with his hand brushing against her neck. She could feel his fingers brushing up and down her neck and his lips kissing her hair that was collecting an abundance of water.

"I've got you," He whispered quietly into her hair and when she heard his words, she kissed his chest.

"Thank you,"

***

A tired sigh passed through (Y/n)'s lips and she tucked herself deeper into Evan's side as if she could get any closer than she already was. But it still didn't feel close enough and she moved her arm from around his waist up to his chest so her hand was holding his shoulder. And she shimmied up until her chest was laid on top of his and her head could tuck up into his neck.

Smiling, Evan curved his arm around her lower waist and moved to kiss her head before he leaned back again with his left arm resting behind his head.

He couldn't focus on the tv anymore, he would have to switch it off and go to sleep soon but he knew even if he did, his mind wouldn't switch off. They were both tired beyond belief but Evan couldn't get to sleep, he kept finding himself watching (Y/n), waiting for the next seizure to arrive.

It felt easier to stay awake watching tv, let himself nod off every now and then and keep an eye on (Y/n) most of the night.

So the tv wasn't too bright or blaring, Evan had left the bedside lamp on to make the dim light easier on (Y/n)'s eyes and her head that had been aching all day. He got a flannel from the bathroom an hour ago, ran it under the cold tap and pressed it against her temple and it felt so good (Y/n) had laid like that ever since. He could feel the damp towel tickling his chest.

Reaching out, Evan grabbed the bottle of beer from the side table and brought it to his lips while he tilted his head so his cheek was against the top of (Y/n)'s head.

Just as he pulled the bottle away from his lips, a groan tumbled from his mouth along with a dribble of beer when (Y/n) tipped her head up and knocked the top of her head into his jaw. It wasn't enough to hurt him or jolt him backwards but it was forceful enough to nudge his head back and make him choke on his swig of beer.

"Fuck, babe you okay, what's up?" He put his drink down and swiped his hand beneath his chin to clear what he spat out but when he didn't get a response, he frowned. "Babe?"

Evan pushed up to sit up straight and looked down at (Y/n) but the only part of her that was moving was her head that was ticking back and forth very slowly.

She was having a seizure.

Evan sucked in a deep breath before he moved around. He leaned over to the right and rolled (Y/n) over onto her back on the bed and he hovered over her. It didn't take long to kick the cover off them both and scuff it over the side of the bed so it was out the way and he swiped (Y/n)'s pillow and chucked it on the floor along with the flannel.

One hand planted down on the mattress beside her head and he leaned his weight on his wrist, hovering himself over her waist while he brushed his thumb against her jaw with his free hand.

Her eyes were visible like she was staring up at him but Evan could see she was zoned out, she was looking through him instead of at him. It used to make him uncomfortable and he would stutter and ramble away but the more it happened, the more he got used to it until all of her seizure movements and activities were second nature to Evan now.

"You're okay babe, keep breathing you're doing great."

His thumb continued to stroke her jaw and every few seconds, he leaned down and pressed a wet kiss to her forehead. He could hear the tv blaring away in the background and every now and then he tuned into what was being said on the show. But when he kept looking back down at (Y/n), anxiety welled up in the pit of his chest.

Why wasn't it stopping?

"Come on babe, come back to me." Evan let his forehead rest down against (Y/n)'s when her head stopped ticking back against the mattress.

Her muscles were still tense and rigid beneath him and he could see her eyes going from left to right so fast it must be hurting her head.

"Fuck," He spat the word like it was venom on his tongue and leaned his head down into the mattress beside (Y/n)'s head when her arm suddenly slammed up into his abdomen. He tried to breathe deeply but he had to lean back and sit up on his heels when (Y/n) started to spasm and he shuffled an inch away when her knee coiled up and barely missed his groin.

She was going from an absent seizure straight into a violent spasming one.

"Let's move you, babe."

Evan was careful and very slow when he turned (Y/n) so she was lying on her left side with her front facing him. Her head tipped back until her trachea was pressing out and he watched her eyes stop jittering and instead roll to the back of her head so he could only see the whites of her eyes.

Both (Y/n)'s arms stretched out in front of her, slammed up and then bashed back down into the mattress as her legs started to kick and swing near Evan as if she was aiming for him.

"Babe you're okay, it's alright…"

He reached out and nudged her arms until they were resting on his lap and he ran his hand up and down her arms that felt like her muscles were about to pop through the skin. But the longer he watched her, the more panic Evan felt building up inside of him until it felt like he was about to burst.

He didn't like this.

"Oh no… no babe- shit!" Rolling forward, Evan pressed his chest against his knees and subsequently pinned her hands against his chest so he could lean closer to her face.

She had bitten her tongue. Evan could see the blood starting to dribble past her teeth and down her lips and he could hear her breaths turn to scraped wheezes. When she started to froff at the mouth, he nudged his thumb between her lips and tried to peer into her mouth. It didn't look like she was about to swallow her tongue, thankfully, but she was chomping down on it badly. Evan hadn't seen her do this in a long time.

He pushed himself back up and reached across his side of the bed for his phone, he wasn't waiting around any longer.

"Hi, this is fire fighter Evan Buckley. I need an ambulance to apartment twenty, Brook building. My girlfriend's epileptic and she's been having a seizure for about six minutes straight."

There was nothing Evan could do. He couldn't administer her emergency seizure meds because she was biting down on her tongue and if he tried to open her jaw he could cause more damage to her tongue or rip a blood vessel in it. And the meds had to be placed under her tongue to dissolve and get into her system fast.

Five minutes was Evan's marker, if she didn't come out of a seizure or have a break between two seizures then he would call an ambulance, something he hadn't had to do in over a year.

"She's not breathing very well and her pulse is high… she's biting her tongue bad enough to draw blood."

Evan tilted his head down to look at her mouth again but when his eyes danced over her frame, something dawned on him and he pulled back. He didn't take much notice of what the responder was telling him. He knew the basics and what to do, Hell he had been doing this with (Y/n) for five years now and he knew everything he could possibly know about helping her, positioning her and how to prevent her from choking if that happened.

He put the phone on speaker and threw it on his pillow before he hopped off the bed and looked round the floor quickly.

Once he spotted a shirt and a pair of trousers, he stumbled on one foot to get his trousers on and then climbed back on the bed beside (Y/n). She had her arms in the perfect position for him to get a shirt over her arms and head.

Evan knew he wasn't strictly supposed to do this. He should only move her if she was in danger of hurting herself or falling off the bed or if she was being sick. But Evan knew (Y/n) like the back of his hand, he knew if she came back around when the paramedics got here, she wouldn't want to be seen in her bra and underwear.

"Sorry babe, you'll thank me for this later," He mumbled the words quietly against the shell of her ear.

One hand held her wrist gently and he took his time slipping her arms into the shirt and he slowly shimmied it up her arms before quickly slipping it over her head. Once he got it halfway down her chest, Evan left it scrunched up where it was. He could pull it down once the paramedics arrived and they moved her onto the stretcher.

An ambulance ride at nearly midnight, it was going to be a long night.

***

"Bobby," A smile tugged at Evan's lips and surprise flooded his eyes when he rounded the corner with a cup of coffee held tight in his hand and caught sight of the captain. "You came down." As soon as he reached him, Evan opened his free arm and pushed up into Bobby's chest for a hug.

He had called Bobby last night to say he would need another few days off and happened to mention he was at the hospital with (Y/n), but he didn't think Bobby would come straight down today like this. He was expecting another phone call to go over how much longer he would need.

"You worried me Buck, you said you'd been here for two days. How is she?"

They were a family whether they were on shift or not and if one of them was having a hard time or had to be in the hospital then Bobby would be down to check on them and make sure if they needed anything, he could help with that.

"Uh, she had a real bad one a few nights ago, about ten minutes it went on for. But they've tried a new med, once in the morning and one at night… and no seizures."

"None?"

"Nope. We got moved from intensive down onto a ward for observation and she's doing great. They said we can go home tonight."

Evan had been at the hospital for three days straight with (Y/n) but he could see the improvement already.

As soon as they were moved from A&E up into intensive care, they took (Y/n)'s details and what meds she was on and asked Evan if he thought changing them would be a good idea. (Y/n) had another absent seizure just before they changed her meds and they sedated her to stop any further seizures and let her rest during the night. But as soon as her meds were changed and she was awake in the morning, Evan saw the difference.

(Y/n) didn't feel the constant headache behind her eyes any more, she was a bit groggy but she felt more alert than the day before.

They had been moved down to a ward after the second night and she was back to her usual self already. Evan had helped her walk around the ward and stayed with her when she went for a shower but she hadn't even felt a migraine or felt like she was about to drop.

"Buck that's great."

"Come and see her, you'll see the difference." Evan ushered him over towards (Y/n)'s room but the smile didn't leave his face.

He wanted a few days at home with (Y/n) to triple check that the meds were doing their job, but he knew by the end of the week he would be back at work with the team. They could finally get back to their usual routines and Evan could feel less nervous and panicked at work, knowing (Y/n) was better and safe from an outrageous amount of seizures.

#evan buckley imagine #evan buckley x reader #buck imagine #buck x reader #evan buckley #imagines #bobby nash #911 imagine #911 #911 fox

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morganski-19 · 8 months

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The One Where It All Started

This takes place about a year before the rest of the posts will be taking place. Just to set the stage before the real schnenanigans start.

“So I said that was a terrible idea, because there was barely any research done so it would be misleading to the readers, right,” Nancy continued her story about the piece she’s been working on at work.

“Yeah, that would make me pissed,” Robin added, following along.

Nancy nods in agreement as she takes a sip of her coffee. “Exactly. I would rather print nothing than something they made up. But of course, the boss doesn’t think so. I’m thinking of dropping the project, so my name isn’t attached to it, but then that just means I ‘didn’t have faith in the work’. No shit I don’t, it’s completely fake.”

“Fuck those guys,” Steve adds, partially listening as he’s grading his student’s assignments.

Jonathan and Argyle walk into the café, finding the group at their normal seats and joining them.

“My dudes,” Argyle bellows. “How’s it going?”

“Ugh, don’t get me started,” Nancy groans.

Jonathan winces. “Those assholes at work again?”

“Yes,” Nancy exclaims. “I need to find another job but this is the best I could get after school.”

“Could be worse,” Robin adds.

“I know, I just hate working there.”

Steve stares at the paper in front of him with a confused expression. “What do you guys think of this one?”

He turns the paper around to reveal a hand turkey covered with red drops resembling blood. What would normally be the feathers are now plucked off and surrounding the turkey leaving the pink underneath. Or at least that’s what it looks like. It could just be pink feathers and a turkey standing on a pile of leaves. But that wouldn’t explain the X’s for eyes.

“Are you seriously grading hand turkeys right now?” Robin rolls her eyes. “And you think your job is hard.”

“Try to teach a bunch of first graders basic math after they’re all hyper from recess and then get back to me. And it’s not just hand turkeys. There’s also spelling tests somewhere in here.”

Jonathan takes the paper from Steve’s hand, showing it to Argyle better with a very concerned glare. “I think you might need to talk to this kid.”

“He drew a murdered turkey, dude. Kid’s got issues.”

Steve takes the picture back, assessing it more. “I mean, those could be leaves.”

Robin points to the picture. “And that’s not blood.”

“Yeah, I need to talk to the kid.” Steve turns it over and sees the name. “Wait, this is Bobby’s. His parents hunt wild turkeys. That’s normal.”

A man with long, brown curly hair approaches the group, wearing a leather jacket with a band tee and black jeans. “Sorry to interrupt but, Wheeler?” He turns toward Nancy, pointing softly at her.

“Oh my god, Eddie?” Nancy smiles standing up to give him a hug. “How are you? I haven’t seen you since high school.”

“Eh, it’s been better. But you, I saw the article you did last month. Best thing I ever read in the news.” Eddie sits down on the chair across from Nancy.

Steve is trying his hardest not to stare and keep grading his stack of papers, but it’s hard. Robin elbows him in the side and widens her eyes in a “Really?”. Steve shrugs in his defense, taking a sip of his mocha. Robin rolls her eyes.

“Aw, thank you. I worked hard on that. What are you up to now?”

“Kinda between jobs at the moment. I work as a freelance artist but I’m taking a break from that becoming a tattoo apprentice.”

“That is so cool, dude,” Argyle interrupts from across the table.

Nancy has a moment of realization. “Right. Eddie, these are my friends. Robin, Steve, Jonathan, and Argyle. Guys, this is my old friend from high school, Eddie.”

“Nice to meet you guys.”

The group replies with varied greetings, Steve and Eddie holding eye contact a bit longer than the rest of the group does. Resulting with another jab in Steve’s ribs from Robin. He yells at her with his eyes for her to stop.

“So, do you live in the city now?” Nancy goes back to addressing just Eddie.

He scratches at his chin with a pained faced. “Kinda. Moved here to live with my ex a few months ago. And then he sort of cheated on me, so I’m trying to find somewhere else, but money’s kind of tight right now.”

“Ugh, that sucks,” Nancy winces. “I’m sorry.”

“Is what it is.”

Nancy turns to Robin, whispering something in her ear. Robin shrugs and whispers something back.

“You know, if you wanted to, no pressure or anything,” Nancy starts. “But, my old roommate just moved out and I’m looking for a new one. It’s a nice place my grandma rents to me so it’s rent controlled. I know we haven’t talked much since high school, but it’s yours if you want it.”

“Have to think about it, and see the place. But that might be nice.”

“And you’d live across from me and Steve,” Robin adds, earning her an elbow to the ribs.

Eddie smiles flirtatiously. “Well that does sweeten the pot.” He notices the hand turkey still laying on the table. “What the fuck is wrong with that hand turkey?”

“I already said I would talk to the kid,” Steve groans.

“Why is this is this kid going on turkey hunting trips anyway,” Jonathan asks, concerned.

Steve shrugs. “How would I know, not my kid.”

Argyle reaches into his front pocket and pulls out a joint, handing it to Steve. “For your troubles.”

“This group is great,” Eddie laughs to himself, already agreeing to Nancy’s offer in his head.

General information about the fic here

Tag list (just tagged everyone who seemed interested, let me know if you want to be added or taken off) @slowandsteddie, @annieofhearts, @cacdyke, @ubpd, @captain--low, @thespaceantwhowrites, @goodolefashionedloverboi, @anne-bennett-cosplayer, @lunaticparisianlady, @apomaro-mellow, @dolphincliffs, @dragonmama76, @maggiebug417

#stranger things #stranger thigns fanfic #freinds au #steddie #ronance #jargyle #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #argyle #spicy six apartment schenanigans #morgan's friends au

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32bitterra · 8 months

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(January 1 - January 19, 2024)

Everybody in the place (LET'S GO), Everybody in the place (LET'S GO)

(Look under the cut for more drawings)

quemtim an' feeby ... in a sweet harmony, in a sweet harmony ... 🎵

cwyftal

(I would like to draw the campers in more outfits aside from their usual attire sometime.)

Benny in MS Paint. Look at him go.

Here they come.

sasa 💚

These are rough ideas. Enjoy disney-fied squirrel Raz.

It's a PANIC ATTACK-ACK-ACK-ACK-ACK, you ought to know by now (you ought to know by now)

They are boss and bodyguard, but to me, they are also little and big brother.

My friend said if Bobby got his hair straightened, it would be pretty long. The cursed image of Bobby with flowing hair was implanted into my mind. I share my burden with you.

Whenever I listen to something kind of metal-y, he gets to air guitar in my mind.

I've gotta ride, ride like the wiiiiiiiind 🎶

Alright that's enough Bobby for now. What else do I have ... Oh, here

Aw, aren't they so nice?

Ra Ra Razputin, the world's greatest psychic tween

It's January, so that means I've been drawing Psychonauts stuff for a year. LET'S KEEP GOING.

#psychonauts #benny fideleo #bobby zilch #caligosto loboto #clem foote #crystal flowers snagrash #elton fir #maloof canola #mikhail bulgakov #milka phage #milla vodello #morceau oleander #phoebe love #queepie aquato #quentin hedgemouse #razputin aquato #sasha nein #my doodles #2024

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Shine A Light Into The Wreckage

Chapter Ten - Fired

Bob Floyd was many things. He was an instructor at Top Gun, a lover of Tolkien books and a huge fan of coffee. But Bob was also clumsy. That was how he bumped into the table, knocking her drink onto her notebook. He felt bad about it. Bad enough to come back time and time again, in the hopes that she would be there. And, every time, she is. Each time looking a little worse for wear. It doesn't take Bob long to realise he has to save her.

Series Warnings: Abusive relationship! Abusive hair pulling! Abusive choking! Forceful sex! Domestic abuse! Seriously don't read if you're affect by stuff like this! Talks of stalking (but in a non serious manner), talks of non consensual groping. she gets called a whore, choking, SA, 'missing' birth control, blood, pregnancy, hint at child abuse (not explicitly written)

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Things weren't right, they both knew that. But they were pretending things were normal and, for the time being, pretending was good enough.

After a week of pretending, three weeks of her living in his home, Bob knew he had to address things. Not the baby, not until she was ready.

He sat beside her on the couch as she reached for her drink. Not coffee (something she was certainly missing). "Hey," he said, voice almost nervous as he looked at her face. But she wasn't nervous. No, she looked normal, and that was terrifying.

"Bob," she replied, holding her cup of water like it was a steaming mug on a cold day.

He sucked in a breath. "Do you want me to drive you into work? You know, talk to your boss so you can take time off and not get fired?"

She let a smile cross her face and put her cup down. "Thanks, Bobby," she said and stood. She went into the spare bedroom that had since become her own and got changed into the "grandpa sweater" Bob had brought home for her the other day.

She held it up to her nose and breathed in, but it didn't smell like him. It should have. That would have made her grandpa sweater perfect. But she didn't let it bother her as she left the room.

The moment she stepped out of the spare bedroom, Bob reached for his keys from the bowl.

She followed him out of the house. While he locked the front door, she climbed into the passenger seat of his truck. The entire time she was focusing on Bob, watching as he locked the front door of their house. No, his house. Not their house. It was his.

Her hand settled on her stomach. As soon as she realised she pulled it away as if she had been burnt, let it drop into her lap.

"You okay?" Bob asked as he climbed into the truck. He looked at her grandpa sweater and let himself smile. But his smile wasn't wide, it didn't meet his eyes.

She nodded and turned on the radio as Bob pulled out of the driveway. He hummed along to the radio and she turned it up just slightly, head against the window.

Moments like this with Bob had been few and far between since he'd gotten her out of the apartment. But she loved them, cherished them. Bob glanced at her for just a second, but she kept looking at him. She couldn't help it.

After Ken, she'd expected to be so fucking terrified. And she was, but not around Bob. Bob, Bobby, Robert. He was a man like no other. Every hand he had laid on her had been soft and gentle, to help her instead of harm her.

His fingers drummed against the steering wheel as she directed him towards her office. When they drove past the café where they'd met, past her old apartment, she couldn't look away from him.

Looking at Bob kept her panic at bay. She didn't know what it was about him, but he made her feel so goddamn safe.

He parked up outside of her office building and killed the engine. Sucking in a breath, he turned his attention towards her. "Want me to come with?" He asked, voice soft and sweet and gentle.

He was too good for her, that much was clear.

She shook her head. "I think I have to do this one on my own," she said as she climbed out of the truck. And then she turned and braced her arms on the seat. "Wait here for me?" She asked with a quirked brow.

"Of course!" He responded, usually deep voice squeaking slightly. And then he ever so quietly added, "wouldn't dream of going anywhere."

Maybe she should have stopped grinning by the time she walked into the office. Her bottom lip was pulled between her teeth as she knocked on her boss's door and thought about the man in the parking lot. The one with the glasses that he thought were ugly but she thought were so damn cute.

"Come in," her boss called. She let her lip fall from between her teeth and strode into his office.

His eyes widened as he looked at her. But then the surprise dropped from his face and he rolled his eyes. "If you've come to beg for your job back, don't bother," he spat and returned his eyes to his computer.

Her brows furrowed in confusion. "My job... what?" She asked and he rolled his eyes again. "Dave, have I been fired?"

Dave shrugged his shoulders. "You didn't come into work for weeks, what did you think was going to happen?" He spat back.

Helplessly, she turned and looked towards the office. Where her co-workers were. Well, ex co-workers, she supposed. "I'll pack my things," she said.

"No need," Dave said quickly. "Marjorie already packed your shit up."

She backed out of his office. As she walked around her co-workers desks, she couldn't meet their gaze, keeping her eyes fixed on the ground. It was a mix of embarrassment and hopelessness as she made her way back to the annex.

"Hey, love," Marjorie said gently. She grabbed a box and placed it on top of the desk. A box full of her things. It was real, she really had been fired. "You'll be fine. You'll get on your feet in no time."

Sniffling, she grabbed a hold of the box. "Thanks, Marge," she said and took her leave. There was nothing left to be said, no point pleading for her job back. It was a shitty job, anyway. A shitty job with a shitty boss, she tried to tell herself. But she still wiped at her tears as she travelled down in the elevator.

As she walked out of the building, Bob reached over and pushed open the passenger side door. "How did it go?" He asked as she approached. He hadn't yet noticed the box in her hands or the look on her face.

Not until she placed the box on her seat. "What's this?" He asked as he reached into the box and pulled out a frame picture. A framed picture of her and Ken at their graduation, looking sickeningly in love. He placed it back, face down.

She wiped at her eyes and grabbed the box again, shoving it into the back of the truck. "I've been fired," she spat and climbed into the passenger seat. But then her head dropped. "I... he was right. I haven't been in for weeks. I don't know what I expected, really," she mumbled and sat back.

Knocked up, jobless, homeless. Fuck, she was gonna throw up.

"Oh, God," Bob whispered, his hand coming to rest on her knee. "I'm so damn sorry, Doll," he whispered.

But she just shook her head and rested it against the window. "Wanna go and get some junk food?"

The nod she gave was only small, but Bob still caught it.

Bob took her through the drive thru. "I don't wanna go back to the house," she whispered as Bob paid for their food. They drove to the next window, collected their meals, and then Bob drove off.

He thought about it for a moment. He parked up in the car park as he debated where to take her. He knew she only meant to the time being, but the images that flashed in his mind had the tips of his ears turning pink.

Her in Montana, collecting eggs from the chicken coops with him. Wearing one of those dresses that showed just how round her bump was. Squeezing into his small bed with him and sitting with him on the porch as the two of them watched the sun set. Bob's grandmother would love her, and his sister would come to visit nearly every day.

The spot he parked up in overlooked the beach. It was busy, family's on picnic blankets, kids building sand castles and dad's stood in the water, talking about something or other. It was just them in the spot that overlooked it. Nobody came to disturb them, not midday dog walkers, nobody.

"Thank you," she whispered as she stared ahead, at the gentle movement of the ocean. She cradled her bump in a way he hadn't seen her do before. It was, quite frankly, concerning. "I-I genuinely don't know if I'd still be alive if it wasn't for you."

It was horrifying, terrifying to hear. But, mostly, Bob hated that he couldn't disagree with her. He let gaze travel to her bump, but didn't let it linger.

No, he sucked in a breath, gathered all the courage he had. "Do you want to get out of here?"

Her eyebrows raised as she wiped under her eye. "Out of here as in out of the car?"

"I'm trying to be serious," he said quickly, but he couldn't stop his own laugh. "Out of San Diego. Out of California."

A hum left her lips. "Out of California, huh?" She asked, turning her attention towards the sea. She loved it here, on her good days. Loved the freedom of going to the beach whenever she wanted, loved the café where she did her writing, loved the area she lived in.

California wasn't the problem. But getting out of there sounded real damn good.

"Where would we go?" She asked as she grabbed her drink.

Bob drummed his fingers against the steering wheel. "My family has a place in Montana," he said. "We've got a ranch with horses and chickens and stuff." He leaned forward against the steering wheel and turned himself towards her. "I think you'd like it. My grandpa put seating beneath the oak tree so my grandma could sit and knit while we took care of the cattle."

She grinned, straw between her lips. "Sounds amazing, Bobby," she mumbled as she reached across and touched his shoulder. "Are you sure you can get out of work?"

When her hand met his leg, he stared at it. It felt too intimate for the situation, but he didn't push her away. "I'll speak to Cyclone tomorrow," he said, hand touching hers.

As soon as they had eaten, Bob drove them back to his place. They didn't turn on the radio as they drove, but they still had something important to talk about. "If we're gonna go to Montana, I think you should make a decision about..."

"About the baby?" She finished, pulling her hand from his leg.

Bob swallowed, but he nodded his head. "Yeah, about the baby," he said as he turned into his street.

A sigh left her lips. "I know," she muttered. "Trust me, Bob, I know." Her hand settled on her stomach and a mournful smile crossed her face. "It would be nice, though, wouldn't it? A sweet little baby girl to spoil."

Pulling into the drive, Bob parked. "A baby girl, huh?" He said with a grin. He could see it, her little mini me, chasing the chickens in Montana. It was simply a dream. "You know I'd help you spoil the hell out of her."

Her eyes lit up. But she shook her head, though, and climbed out of the car, still sipping her drink. "You don't have to do that, Bob," she said, following him towards the front door. "I feel back enough that you're letting me crash."

The moment he pushed open the door and let her in, Frodo came running. He let out one long, loud, drawn out meow as he brushed his body against her legs. "Oh, buddy," she said, reaching down to stroke the top of his head.

She spied his empty food bowl, but Bob had her moving out of the way before filling it up himself. "I got it," he said, waving for her to go and sit herself down.

"Can we watch something?" She asked as she sat herself on the sofa.

"Of course we can," Bob replied, the sound of the dry food hitting the bottom of the bowl echoing through downstairs of his little house. "Put on anything you want."

As soon as Frodo had everything he needed, Bob joined her on the sofa as the movie began. Back To The Future, he noticed as he sat down beside her, his arm on the back of the sofa. Immediately, she moved closer to him, making herself comfortable against him. "This okay?" She asked, voice so quiet he almost missed it.

"More than okay," he whispered back, fingers brushing against the skin of her arm.

She fell asleep against him that night, drool falling from her lips and onto his shirt. But Bob didn't mind in the slightest. He halted the movement of his fingers, but didn't move his hand away from her arm.

Bob watched her, but he could never begin to imagine the horrors playing out in her head.

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BECAUSE I LOVE YOU: EVAN “BUCK” BUCKLEY X BLACK PLUS SIZE READER

SUMMARY: Buck doesn't seem to like you very much and you don't understand why. One day you get injured on a call and he doesn't hesitate to give you an earful which turns into an argument that helps you finally understand why he acts the way he does.

Warning: Mentions of discriminations, mentions of workplace abuse, mentions of injuries and blood, etc.

When you decided to pursue a career in firefighting you knew you'd face some hardships. You were a fat black woman in a white male dominated field, of course you would.

You experienced your fair share of discrimination when you started working at your first firehouse, the nasty comments about your looks from your coworkers, the mistreatment from your boss, everyone excluding you from calls suggesting that you stay at the station instead, that you'd be of more use scrubbing the truck or washing the dishes.

After months of abuse you requested to be transferred and your wish was granted.

Your first day at the 118 felt like a fever dream, when you had arrived you were greeted by nothing but warm, welcoming faces, people eager to accommodate you, excited to get to know you.

You felt safe, a feeling that had become foreign to you when you first became a firefighter. You had finally found a place that you could call home, finally found a team that you considered family.

Well... almost

You got along well with everyone, they were all super nice and understanding as you settled into the new environment, coaching you through your first few days.

Buck on the other hand was a real jerk.

From the moment you arrived he was extremely rude, micromanaging everything you did, critiquing your every move, bossing you around as if he was captain.

At first you thought it was some sort of hazing from him, a "let's pick on the new firefighter" sort of thing but as time passed you realized that his behavior towards you was no playful initiation.

"Hey probie, you're rolling that hose all wrong, move let me show you how to do it." He nudged you slightly, irritation evident in his voice.

You stood, wiping the dust off your knees, shooting him a glare.

"You always want to keep it wound as tight as possible, got it?" He looked up at you, raising a brow.

"Got it Buckley." You forced a smile.

This had been going on for weeks now, wherever you went he was sure to follow, breathing down your neck, waiting for you to make a mistake so he could swoop in and correct you, so he could make you feel like a kid.

You finished getting suited up, your helmet under your arm as you rushed toward the firetruck, climbing up into one of the seats.

There was a call involving a plane crash at a hair salon, sparks igniting and interacting with the many chemicals in the place causing a fire.

"Hen, Chim, you check on these guys, Eddie you grab the hose and knock this fire down, Buck, Y/n, you guys head inside and see if there's anyone trapped beneath the rubble." Bobby fired off orders.

"Got it Cap." You adjusted your helmet but just before you could trek toward the building Buck stopped you.

"Wait she's not going in there." He held out an arm in front of you.

"And why the hell not?" You furrowed your brows, a frown tugging at your lips.

"Because you aren't experienced enough." He glared down at you.

"I've been trained for this just like you have Buckley i know what i'm doing, and who are you to tell me what i can and can't do?!." You crossed your arms getting into his face.

He leaned closer, getting into yours too, a smart remark on the tip of his tongue but just before he could retort Bobby interrupted.

"Hey! Cut it out before i make both of you wait in the truck. Buck she's going in with you and that's final.” He scolded the two of you.

You both nodded, rushing toward the salon, the roof of the building slightly caved in.

Eddie had already put the fire out so you didn't have to worry about that.

"Help." A voice called out as you entered.

The woman seemed to have been sitting in one of the chairs just before the building collapsed, you could tell because it was glued to her back, a part of the ceiling pinning it against her body.

Another woman was just a few feet away from her on her side, a pair of scissors lodged into her neck.

You and Buck shared a look of horror before you got to work, pulling the heavy rubble off of her.

From the outside she didn't seem to sustain any injuries but you could tell by the way she reacted to being lifted up that she definitely had a few broken bones.

You and Buck got her outside, he led her toward the fire truck and you looked around, noticing a woman hysterically yelling at Hen.

"What's going on?" You jogged over.

"It's my daughter! My daughter was in there getting her hair dyed, i stepped out for a moment to take a call and i came back a-and i couldn't find her!" She sobbed.

"What's your daughter's name and what does she look like ma'am?" You crotched next to her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Hailey, I have a picture." She sniffled pulling out her phone.

You studied it, committing the girls features to memory, she wasn't scissor lady thankfully so you wouldn't have to break any bad news to her.

"I'm gonna find her." You squeezed the woman's shoulder before running back toward the building.

You and Buck had pretty much cleared the front of the building so you figured the best place to find her daughter would be toward the back.

The back of the salon had definitely took the most damage, the ceiling significantly lower causing you to have to get on your hands and knees, clawing at the rubble blocking the back room door.

Once you got inside you did a quick scan of the room, spotting a young girl in the corner unconscious.

You crawled over to her, rolling her onto her back and giving her a sternum rub.

Her eyes fluttered open, blinking a few times as they adjusted to her surroundings.

"Hi Hailey, how are you feeling?" You spoke lowly.

"Like crap." She groaned.

"I bet you are." You laughed lightly.

"Are you hurting anywhere?" You asked.

"My head and my neck are killing me." She explained.

"Okay come on, we're gonna get you outta here, get you checked out and get you back to your mom." You replied.

"My mom? Is she ok?" She sat up suddenly, yelping in pain.

"Okay, okay, let's take it easy yeah? Your mom is doing just fine, she pretty worried about you though so let's get you out of here." You guided her toward the door.

The two of you stood up completely as you made it back to the front but just before you could exit the roof began to fall down completely.

Instinctively you pushed Hailey out of the front door before falling to the floor, the ceiling falling on top of you not even a second later.

You passed out on impact.

Eddie rushed over to grab the girl guiding her over to an ambulance while Buck rushed to the building.

"Shit, Y/n!" He screamed, panic filling him.

He clawed at the debris, throwing chunks of it to the side in an attempt to get to you.

"Buck, buck!" Bobby grabbed his shoulders, pulling him away.

He shook rapidly, tears forming in his eyes as he watched the rest of the team use shovels to try and remove all the rubble from on top of you.

"Hey, let's get you patched up." Hen spoke softly grabbing his wrists.

He looked at her for a moment then looked down at his hands to see them covered in blood.

Hen tugged at his arm, leading him to the ambulance.

Time skip

You groaned placing your hand over your eyes, the bright hospital lights burning them.

You squinted trying to remember how you got here, the last thing your brain registered is leading Hailey out of the back room of the salon, everything after that is a blur.

"Hey." Hen looked up from her phone, noticing that you were now awake.

“Hi.” You smiled gently.

“You scared the hell out of us you know.” She grabbed your hand.

“Sorry about that… i don’t remember much, what happened?” You looked at her slightly confused.

“The building collapsed on top of you y/n, you pushed Hailey out of the way, took the hit for her.” Hen smiled sadly.

“Oh.” You bit your lip, you hated making them worry about you.

“She okay?” You asked after a while.

“She’s fine, just a slight concussion.” She reassured you.

“What about you? Any pain?” She brushed the hair out of your face.

"Lotsss of it, mainly in my back." You half smiled.

"I'll go get the doctor." She pat your hand before exiting.

Buck leaned against the door frame watching you for a moment.

"You okay?" He asked walking over to you stiffly.

"Yeah." You sighed as he took a seat next to your bed.

"Good." He nodded, staring off into space.

"What the hell were you thinking?" He spoke up after a while.

"Seriously Buck? Is that what you came here to do? Argue with me?" You narrowed your eyes at him.

"I came here to talk some sense into you, you act too reckless, throw yourself into things without thinking about the consequences." He rambled.

"If it isn't the pot calling the kettle black." You scoffed rolling your eyes.

"You could've gotten seriously injured or worse." He raised his voice slightly.

"But i didn't! I'm fine Buck, i saved that girl's life, that's my job!" You yelled, getting frustrated.

"Yeah this time you were but what about next time, the next time you decide to make a stupid decision? The next time you decide to sacrifice yourself?" He spoke roughly clenching his jaw.

"Stupid decision? God why are you so critical of everything that i do?" Your voice lowered, eyes searching his for an answer.

"Because i love you!" He shouted.

"I love you and i care about you so deeply and im scared, scared of losing you." He whispered, hanging his head low.

You blinked in surprise. Buck loved you?

"Buck." You went to sit up, groaning at the sudden ache in your limbs.

"You're not gonna lose me." You reached out grabbing his hand.

"You don't know that." He finally looked up at you, tears brimming in his eyes.

"None of us know that, we put our lives on the line every single day, the reality of it is that any one of use could die at any given moment." You lifted his chin.

"But we've made it this far haven't we? Sure we get a few bumps and bruises every now and then and some of us are left clinging to life but we're fighters, i'm a fighter and i've got a family now, i've got something to lose so their’s no way in hell i'm going out that easy." You laughed wiping a few stray tears from his cheeks.

He pulled you into a hug, squeezing tightly, face buried into your shoulder.

“Ouch, Buck by back.” You tapped him repeatedly signaling for him to release you.

“Oh sorry, sorry did i hurt you?” He let go quickly, helping you lay back down.

“Just a little but it’s fine.” You giggled.

“By the way, I love you too Buckley.” You squeezed his hand, smiling brightly.

A/N - Buck being a meanie because he doesn’t trust you enough to accept you just yet, then growing to love you just as much as he does everyone else but still being a meanie because you worry him to death lolll, now he knows how Bobby feels. 🌻

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kittenwalker · 2 years

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The Evans getting turned on by you.

notes : hiya i’m starting a series where it would be how the Evans (Evan, Tate, Kit, Franken Kyle, Frat boy Kyle, Jimmy, James and Kai) would react to you doing something and requests would be greatly appreciated, thank you!! xxx

here’s a little preview, xxx

Evan Peters :

- wearing his clothes really turn him on ( but he would definitely rather you naked ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ) )

- preferably his shirts or hoodies, it would look very baggy and long on you and Evan would find that hot.

- he thinks you wearing his clothes is like a marking that your his

- you would walk out of the shower, his shirt draping over your small frame

- Evan would see you and dramatically gasp and act like he fainted then running over to you like a little kid

- “ you look wonderful in my clothes, you should wear them more often “ he said in a low grunt then he unexpectedly picked you up and put you over his shoulder. Making you shriek, surprising you with the swift move. After carefully laying you down, he would smother you in kisses.

- it would either end up with cuddles or a steamy, segssy time

Tate Langdon :

- seeing you choke on his cock pushes him off the edge

- he loves deep-throating and fucking your mouth

- likes to see you go all the to the base of his dick and gagging on it

- “ Come on y/n, you can fit it all the way you’ve done it before “ he says encouraging you to take him whole. You opened up your throat pushing the rest of his cock into your mouth, closing your mouth around it and hollowing out your cheeks. Tate would throw back his head in pleasure, accidentally pulling your hair in the process. After a few more thrust into your mouth, he would release his load into your mouth. “ Good girl, and now good girls get rewarded. “

- he would then continue to pleasure you as a exchange for sucking him off

Kit Walker :

- he thinks you look hot being angry ( like literally when your on fire, he’ll think your hot. get the pun? ok i’ll stop )

- he would cut you off in the middle of your rant or argument and just kiss you to make you shut up. Making you so confused but going along with it.

- “ My boss made me do another shift tomorrow even though I specifically told him I was busy the next day! ” you shouted out of frustration, putting both your hands onto your temples. Massaging them so you wouldn’t get a migraine. “ Well did ya tell em again that you’re not available the following day? ” “ Yes, yes I did Kit! But that bastard ignored it.” you replied, kicking the pillow in front of you. You kept going on about how your boss was an ass, until Kit couldn’t take it anymore. He crashed his lips on to yours, making you stop talking. “ Thought ya take the hint when my eyes was going all over you “ he muttered in a deep voice while making love bites on your neck. “ Let’s take this to the room, yea doll? ”

- would only want to pleasure you so that your mind could take time off after being angry

Frat boy Kyle Spencer :

- he loves to see you dress up sexy

- roaming his hands over your body

- shooting you with compliments left and right

- would want to just ditch the event you were getting ready for

- walking out of the your room, you asked Kyle to open his eyes then giving him a twirl. He would look absolutely star struck, eyeing your black silk dress exposing a bit of your breast. His hands roaming all over your frame, he leaned into kiss you but you backed away knowing his trick. “ Nonono, I know what you’re tryna do, one kiss and we’re not leaving hmph? ” “ Maybe let’s just skipped this one, please babe. “ he pleaded but you shook your head “ Nope I spent way too long getting ready for it to go to waste, c’mon let’s go .” you walked away from his grip, hearing him groan.

- he would make a fuss out of it and try to leave the party early

Franken Kyle Spencer :

- he doesn’t really understand what getting turned on is

- but he loves your love bites and bobbies

- he would then get hard but he wouldn’t know why so you’ll help him take care of it

- you were helping Kyle bathe and he would beg you to come in with him. Mostly because he feels shy being naked under your gaze, so if you don’t shower with him. He’ll just pull you in so that now you’ll be wet and mind as well take a shower. But it’ll turn south because it would just end up with you two making out in the bathroom. “ Suc-ck n-neck ” he’ll say so you'd give give him hickies and you would do as told. He plays with your breast while you’re sucking on his neck, kneading them like dough and pinching your hard nipples.

- you would also just end up having shower sex because Kyle would be too impatient

Jimmy Darling :

- dirty talk is his thang

- you in silk lingerie would make in make him do flips

- you moaning while his fingering you

- honestly just combine all of the above and he would drop dead

- you would notice Jimmy being tense up the whole day due his new act that he is going to perform tonight. So you decided to give him a little treat in the caravan at the end of the day. 12.33 am, Jimmy would be coming back soon so you slipped on his favourite lingerie set. Then you’d lay in a sexy position on his bed, waiting for him to walk in. “ Hey darling I’m bac- woah ” his eyes opening wide, definitely not expecting this. “ Like what you see? ” walking up to him and palming him while whispering into his ear. “ Let me take care of you tonight alright? ” you said while kneeling down

- he would definitely give you aftercare

James Patrick March :

- lovessss to see you beg and call him zaddy

- would purposely do something out of your favour just to see you beg

- while having sex you’ll have to call him daddy or you would get punished ( sometimes you would intentionally disobey him so he could punish you, which is usually spanking. )

- “ Do you want me inside of you my dearest? ” he said, teasing you. You nodded hungry for attention at your cunt. “ Use you pretty mouth dear, come on, beg for it .” “ Daddy please enter me, I really need you to make me come. ” “ Good girl y/n ” James praises

- you usually are exhausted after sex, so James would clean you up and tuck you into bed.

- Giving you a goodnight kiss on the forehead

Kai Anderson :

- he likes it when you sit on his lap

- you would see him working very hard for his cult that day and would want to distract him a bit ( but would deeply regret it after )

- when he is working, you asked if you could on his lap and he would let you but you couldn’t distract him too much.

- testing the waters, you moved around trying to grind him but just said you’re trying to get comfortable.

- you knows he enjoys it but he also had a lot of work to complete

- you could feel him getting hard underneath, so you would full-on grind him until he got mad and carries you into the bedroom.

- he then violently throws you on to the bed and makes sure you learned your lesson to never do it again.

Peter Maximoff :

- he likes you riding his dick

- would absolutely die if you praised him

- when you ride his cock he always stares at your tits going up and down

- " yes y/n just like that " peter moaned while you bounced up and down. " Fuck maximoff, your cock is hitting all the right places " you whimpered, tugging on his soft sliver hair. His ears tingling after hearing you praise him.

- would swallow all of your cum that has spilled out.

god i’m so sorry if this was absolute ass i kinda struggled writing this :’)

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kindestofkings · 10 months

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sunshine baby [1]

robert keating x reader (she/her)

faceclaim: gracie abrams (ofc hahah)

authors note: hello hello! this is a really random one, I am a broken record but I am self projecting in these hence why the reader is always home friends with the boys. also theres so many time skips lol

I really home you enjoy, would really appreciate any feedback or comments yee might have <33

2020

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yourusername as y'all know I dabble with playing some piano andddd my very cool, talented boyfriend and his friends asked me to play on a few tunes for their DEBUT ALBUM. thank you for briefly employing me :))

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bobbyskeetz so extreme but I love you <3

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bobbyskeetz EVEN BIGGER NEWS !!! Our greatest hits debut album is coming out on July 16th for all you beautiful people to hear. We poured our hearts and souls into this and can’t wait for you to listen . Couldn’t have done it without @theantski @thedrewmanshow @johncatlin @andrea.cozzaglio and all the other talented people who helped get this record finished.

IT WONT ALWAYS BE LIKE THIS !

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part 2

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lover-of-mine · 3 months

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I think I cracked how to make a buddie begins episode. You do it like grey's anatomy 12x11 aka the japril divorce episode. You go backwards. So think with me, for this situation there is no previous establishing pining, they just realized it a few episodes before and are dancing around it, it's already clear they know they have feelings for each other but refuse to do something about it, then we have a situation that triggers them for sure, a heat of the moment kiss, an accidental love confession, something neither planned on, but happened and they can't back out of or talk about immediately in the end of the episode before (leave everyone hanging and build up the numbers for the actual event, break records with rating is my goal lol). Then you open with Buck showing up at Eddie's house, it's very important to me that Buck shows up without warning, it is VERY important to me that it is Buck's the choice to force the conversation, and then some talking and we start getting flashbacks of simple stuff like Buck dragging Eddie out of bed one summer morning while Chris is in Texas, Eddie cooking dinner for all 3 of them while Buck helps Chris with homework at the house, stuff like that we haven't seen, maybe just in flashes, intertwined with extra moments we didn't see but work around stuff we did see, maybe Buck crashing on Eddie's couch after the poker, or after the kitchen scene in recovery, more of Eddie in the hospital when Buck was in the coma (I just want the scene Oliver mentioned that we never saw), how the night went for Buck after Eddie's breakdown, Buck helping with Eddie's recovery after the shooting, canon proof they shared a bed during during quarantine, Eddie's talk with his lawyer after the well, Buck staying with Eddie after the well, how Eddie found out about the lawsuit, Eddie helping Buck during his recovery from the bombing, the first time Buck went over for dinner at the Diaz house, the first time Eddie saw Buck, stuff like that, maybe some actual rejected footage from previous seasons, I'm sure there's more than enough between canon and spaces they can add shit that doesn't exactly retcon anything, but adds extra context, all that going on with flashes of them talking while moving around the Diaz house, about loving each other, losing each other, about what's at stake, cards on the table type thing, and the flashbacks actually end with Bobby talking to Eddie about going to the 118 and throwing in a comment about Buck and Eddie looking intrigued before we go back to the present, they are now, obviously, in the kitchen, and we finally get some actual getting together confession I like the idea of Buck throwing something along the lines of "I didn't do anything because I was scared of losing you but I'm tired of being scared of us because it's us, we made this and I want this, and I know you want me too" and them having a little are we doing this moment while getting closer until one of them just goes fuck it and then they are kissing. Roll credits. Buddie is canon. Internet is broken. History is made. Records are being broken. Not a stable person left in the fandom. Bosses all across the globe are getting calls about someone needing a sick day. How would they film me this and respect continuity with the way Eddie's hair changes every 5 episodes? No a single clue. Is this even doable? Well, grey's anatomy did it, so it's possible. Will it happen? Definitely not, but god, it would be fun.

#911 #thoughts thoughts thoughts #buddie thoughts #i was just thinking about it #thought i'd share #911 speculation

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autumnvine · 27 days

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Everything is going to be alright

Summary: Tom came home sick from work one afternoon, you take care of him as best you can, but sometimes you need help.

⚠️ Hospital trip ⚠️

Working from home was a huge asset to your relationship with Tom, it allowed you to always be there for him coming home, someone could always be with your dog Bobby. You also enjoyed not travelling into the office evryday for the same work you could have done at home. Sometimes it made Tom worry that you worked from home, you never had a finishing time, often working late into the night and come to bed when he had fallen asleep.

You and Tom had your own little place, beautiful cosy, very personal and just how you both liked it. There was a place for everything, however not everything went in it's place. You had a very organised home knowing where almost everything was including in your home office. The home office was buillt off the dining room for you once Tom had found out you would be working from home indefinetly, he insisted upon you having your own space to concentrate in his attempt to help you leave work behind when you finished and could sit with him.

Tom took you for regular dates, randomly surprising you with flowers, and once each month he always seemed to have an intuition as to when to fill the freezer with icecream, the fridge with chocolate, the bathroom cabinet with painkillers and muscle relaxers.He knew what you needed before you did. Tom was so good to you, although you worked from home he still prepared a lunch for you, because if he didn't he knew you would forget and work past your lunch break.

You both always woke up together, got ready together and left the house together, when he left for work you left with Bobby to take him out for his morning walk, when Tom came home some nights he enjoyed running wih you, wondering how he still had so much energy a the end of his shift. Tom was incredible at his job, he took it very seriously, asking you to read lines with him in bed or on the sofa, he asked if he could tell you his lines while driving and you could check for him. You always supported Tom with everything he did. Tom was very passionate about everything in his life, including you, you were his heart and soul, his whole world, you became the most important to Tom.

When you were really run down fro work he spoke with y our boss and politely demanded they leave you alone for a few weeks of well needed rest, when you had to get your tooth removed he went with you, held your hand and made you different soup each day. on those days where the world crashed down on you, he was always there to pick you back up.

Tom got ready with you in the morning, when you both left, you kissed him, and again on his forhead, "Wait hold on a second"Lifting your hand gently to his head "You're warm? Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm okay my love don't worry, I'll see you tonight after work, be careful, Bobby take good care of hr until I get home okay buddy"

"Okay, please be safe, call me if you need anything."

Tom left and you put your headphones in ready for your run with the smallest little ball of fur attached to the lead around your waist.

Your run was great, beautiful sunny weather, a little breezy but it was nice. Jumping in for a shower quickly, applying a little bit of makeup, brushing your hair and getting dressed in your skirt and shirt. Logging into your computer and calling your manager to check in with your assignments, giving you a rather long list of work to be compleated in a very short space. None the less, you worked away at it, watching the presentation, taking notes, and building your case. It was just after one when you had a break to take Bobby for a lunchtime walk around the block, before giving him his lunch and refilling the almost emptied water bowl from this mornings run. Sitting back at your desk, you continued to type away, building your case stronger and stronger. Researching how best to continue, it was long, hard and sometimes boring but you did it regardless.

Hearing Bobby bark and run at the front door brough you out your office, startling you for a moment, he'd been so quiet

"Who's there buddy, who can you hear?" scratching the little pup behind his ear. Hearing some keys in the door lock, it must have been Tom.

"Darlin-" Tom barely mumbled as he came into the hallway, "Bobby I see you little guy, go play"

"Tom, baby what are you doing home so early?Oh my goodness, awwh baby, come here" Tom looked horrific, he definitely had something working on him. Hugging him and helping him to the couch, "Darlin I don't feel good" Tom hummed "I got Luke to drive me home, the cars still on set"

"Don't worry about your car, what's wrong? What hurts?"

"Everything, I'm sorry Yn I know you're supposed to be working."

"Hey it's okay, it's alright." helping Tom take his coat off and placing it on the arm of the couch, you noticed the hair on his arms stand. Gently placing your hand on his forhead, he shuddered slightly "Tom you have a fever" he bearly heard you, his eyes almost shut.

"Tom baby, lay on the couch okay, I'll get you a blanket and some things to help." Gently you propped his head upon a pillow and lay his feet on the end of the couch removing his boots, gently resting a blanket over his legs and back, putting a chilled bottle of water on the side table with some painkillers, by the time you got back with the water your precious baby was already asleep on the couch.

It worried you when Tom got sick, he was never sick, but when he was he usuallly got over it pretty quickly in a few days. He had never looked this unwell before. He had never came home early from work before, and had never had someone else drive him home. You got your laptop from yout office and sat on the couch beside him, keeping an eye on him as he slept. After half an hour of sleeping, Tom woke slightly and mumbled, trying to sit himself up.

"Hey it's okay, lay back down, try get some sleep." he shook his head trying to stand hmself "I'm going to be sick, my stomach hurts" He went to the bathroom and you got him some fresh cold water, taking it into the bathroom for him, the sight infront of your tugged on your heart a little, seeing Tom kneeling on the floor, bent over the toilet, his whole body just looked sore and uncomfortable, rubbing your hand over his back in little circles, running your fingers through his hair. "You're okay baby, you're alright, just let it out."

"I'm sorry Yn, I'm so sorry, go back to work" Poor Tom tried to appologize to you, but you stayed with him until he sat up, "Do you feel any better?" he shook his head and rested against your body to help sit himself up.

"Come on, lets get you in the shower okay, freshened up and then bed." Tom nodded

A little while later Tom came through into the bedroom with a clean tshirt on and his joggers, Tom climbed in bed, whincing and shivering as he moved under the duvet trying to get comfortable. "Darlin will you lay with me?"

"Of course I will" As soon as you climbed in bed with Tom he rolled over on his side beside you, you wrapped your arms around him kissing his head over and over. "You're going to be okay I promise" Falling asleep within seconds of your touch Tom slept the rest of the day, you layed awake just holding him .

The followind day Tom slept right through, you called Luke and explained Tom wouldn't be back for the rest of the week, unsure of what to do you let Tom sleep it off, hoping some rest is all he needed. Not wanting to leave his side you didn't have a choice Bobby needed his morning walk, you kissed Tom's head before leaving, you ran Bobby quickly around the same route you always take. Upon arriving home the house was still the way you left it, running up to see Tom he was still asleep in the same position he had been all night. He stayed like that for the rest of the day.

You really started to worry, taking your phone into the kitchen downstairs you called Tom's alltime best friend. Hemsworth.

"Chris, Hi it's Yn, how are you?"

"Yn how wonderful to hear from you I am well how are you?"

"I'm worried and I need your help I didn't know who else to call. Tom came home sick early afternoon 2days ago, he fell asleep, woke up started throwing up, had a shower and is still sleeping, his fever is still there I'm scared I'm worried it's getting worse what do I do?"

"Tom is never sick"

"I know and I don't even have the car to take him to get checked."

"I'm coming we can take him in mine"

"Thank you Chris I really need your help on this."

Within fifteen minuites Chris showed up at your door

"Thank you, he's upstairs sleeping."

"Go help him up Yn"

You did as Chris said, went up stairs, and knelt beside the bed, running your hands through his hair "Tom, sweetie you have to wake up. Hey please get up"

"Tommy please get up." you kissed him over and over, Tom mumbled "Yn"

"Tom you have to get up, come on please," Tom tried to sit himself up, "Yn I can't I really don't feel good."

"I know, come on, I'm taking you to the hospital. Chris is here with his car. We're going to help you" Tom tried to stand but couldn't "CHRIS" you shouted in panic, he put Tom's arms over you and him, standing him togehter.

You sat in the backseat of Chris' car with Tom asleep on your shoulder, "Chris please drive faster, he's falling asleep" tears brimming your eyes, "You will be okay Tom I promise, you're going to be alright"

"CHRIS DAMB IT DRIVE FASTER!" you shouted

"How is he doing?" Chris asked

"He's frozen, and his head is roasting, he's sleeping just please drive faster, how much further?"

"We're almost there, he will be okay Yn"

A few hours later you were sitting in a room beside a bed where Tom lay earily still, you held his hand kissing it over and over. "Chris? He's going to be okay, right?"

"Of course he is.Yn he will be awake and just fine really soon, I'm sure of it"

"Yn I'm going to go get some coffee would you like one?"

"That would be great yes, please Chris"

Not long after Chris left, Tom's doctor came in with a clipboard full of notes and papers, you'd never jumped up so fast in your life.

"Is he okay? He's okay right? He has to be?" trying your best not to cry, your heart ready to explode

"He's going to be just fine"

"Tom he hasnt eaten in two days, or woken up for two days, what's happening to him?"

"He is going to be alright, he has a flu, but it's worse for him as he doesn't often get sick, and has a very stressful, higly active job. All mixed together creates exhaustion."

"Thank you"

The following day you stayed beside Tom's bed all day, not moving or leaving incase he woke up. The nurses had brought you some toast but you couldn't eat a thing, you were officialy worried sick. Why did he sleep like that? So still, so fragile. You were never afraid to touch Tom or hold his hand or play with his hair, but he just looked so delicate.

"Tom, I don't really know if you can hear me or not, but you need to be okay, and you need to wake up for me. Right now, pleaese. Tom. Righht now. You hear me, you wake up. GET UP! THOMAS HIDDLESTON YOU GET UP RIGHT NOW, please"

You couldn't help it, holding onto his hand you just cried, you had cried your tears dry, feeling the tightning on your hand you dry your eyes, look up at Tom and see him getting up.

"Tom, oh my goodness, baby your awake" you kiss his hand over and over "it's alright you're okay"

"Yn where are we?"

"The Queen Elizabeth Hospital"

"Why?"

"You came home from work on monday sick, fell asleep and now it's thursday, you had a fever, and you kept sleeping. I called Chris and he brought you here in his car, Tom you wouldn't sit, or stand, or you, baby you wouldn't even wake up. I'm sorry I didn't know what else to do. Tom you scared he hell out of me. You're exhausted" You kissed Tom's forhead, resting your hand gently "Your fever is cleariing, how are you feeling?"

"I'm okay, I'm sorry I worried you my love" Tom slid over on the bed, swinging his legs over the side

"Be careful" you tried to help him

""Darling I'm alright"

"At least you can sit yourself up, I want to takek you home" you hugged Tom tightly, just seeing his smile, seeing him okay, smiling, you started crying as he held you.

"Awh my darling, my dear pet, it's alright, I'm alright. Everything is okay now, I'm here"

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schemmentis · 5 months

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La Cosa Nostra - Pt. 12

Cowritten w/ @janeyseymour

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11

Summary: Melissa's side business begins, and you begin to feel the heaviness of your situation.

WC: 2.3k

“Good morning, Tony.” Shaw greets the salon manager as he steps towards him and his partner. “Where's Y/N?”

Tony crosses his arms. “Takin’ a vacation.” He answers coldly. “You got more questions; you're gonna have to ask me.”

“Tony,” Danik sighs. “We've been through this before, haven't we? The first time we were here. You know how it works, how about you save us the time and call your boss down here?”

“My boss?” Tony echoes. After a moment he nods. “Yeah, sure. I'll call my boss for ya.”

The last time they were here, the agents had paced the front of the salon as they waited, eyeing everything they could in their search. Today, they stay in a corner, watching the few stylists and Tony at work. Danik is a moment away from asking Tony how long this is going to take when someone walks into the front from the back of the salon.

The man is tall. His dark hair slicked back on his head, shiny with the product used to keep it in place. He looks at ease, calm, as he approaches the agents. He flashes a smile when he nears, white teeth shown and his eyes crinkling at the edges with the motion. His hand is held out to Danik and Shaw individually.

“My apologies for keeping you waiting, Agents. I had to finish things up with my other business.”

“I'm sorry…” Shaw starts as he shakes the man's hand. “Who are you?”

The man chuckles, nodding. “Ah sí, sí, mi scusi. I forget myself this morning. Luca Bellino, at your service. I'm happy to answer any questions you have or walk you through the back again if you like.”

The agents share a look between each other.

“I think there's been some misunderstanding.” Danik says as she looks back to Luca. “We asked to speak with Y/N.”

Luca’s head tilts to the side, looking back at the confused looking agents, matching their expression. “Did you?” He asks as his brow furrows. “I was told you requested the owner.”

“Well, yes.” Shaw says, a bit slowly. “The owner. Y/N.”

“Ah, I see, I see.” Luca sighs in sudden understanding. “Please, come with me.” He requests, turning and leading the agents to the back office of the salon.

“You must not have been informed.” Luca says as he steps through the office, opening a drawer of the filing cabinet and pulling a yellow file folder from it before closing it once more.

He sets the file folder to the desk, facing the agents standing on the other side of the wood. Deft fingers open the folder, tapping the papers now visible. “You see?” Luca says, looking back up to Danik and Shaw. “I'm the owner now. The salon was signed over to me a few days ago.”

“Y/N sold the salon to you?” Danik asks as she's studying the forms in front of them.

“Sí.” Luca answers as his hands cross at the wrists to rest at his waist, his head nodding. “You've seen our books, no? The salon hasn't been as profitable in the last few months. Y/N tried to bring it out of the red but in the end it was safer to sell, especially with her little family to think about.”

“So, now you're going to try to bring the salon’s profits up?” Shaw asks.

Luca smiles, though this time it doesn't reach his eyes. “Do not tell the stylists, or Tony.” He says softer, leaning a bit forward. “I haven't had the chance to speak with them yet and I'd hate for them to learn from anyone other than me but I’m working out the details of shutting the salon down.” Luca sighs, looking for all the world like he wishes he had another choice. “It's just too much to turn around and the clients aren't coming in like they used to. It's the best thing we can do before it gets worse.”.

Danik raises a brow, but he relents.

The two agents head out, but not before Luca calls out to them, “Whatever you have against the Schemmenti family, drop it. They had nothin’ to do with Bobby’s demise.”

Your day is uneventful. You have nothing to do now that the girls are at school, Melissa is at work, and the salon is out of your hands. You mill around the house, doing as much cleaning as you possibly can before you groan and fall face first onto the couch, bored out of your mind.

You lay there for a few moments before you finally sigh and grab your keys. You make your way out of the house and towards Twelve Tables.

Melissa would say she’s shocked to see you when you come in through the back- but she isn’t. She knows how hard this is for you to not be involved in any of your work right now, both salon and other wise.

“Hi, my love,” you sigh as you pick up a knife and start chopping the broccoli next to her.

“What’re you doing here?” She just briefly glances at you before going back to her own work.

“I think I’m dying of boredom,” you tell her. “I can’t remember the last time I had this much time off from everything.”

“Would you mind chopping this up then while I attend to other business?”

“Other business?” Val asks as she makes her way out of the walk-in fridge.

“I have things to do in the office,” Melissa says, just a bit too quickly. “Scheduling, finances… I think we may need to look into other companies to deliver.”

You raise a brow, as does the manager, but you nod. You know that what she’s actually doing is trying to clean up the area in order to run your other business alongside this one. If you’re going to execute this, and execute it well, everything has to be in it's own place.

So, that’s what the redhead heads into the office to do.

“Melissa seems frazzled lately,” Valentina notes softly. “Is everything okay at home?”

You shrug. “I uh… had to sell the salon,” you lie through your teeth. “It hasn’t been making money, so… you know. She’s probably stressed over that.”

The woman hums, and for the rest of the time that you’re there until you have to pick up your girls you’re directed on what to chop, dice, slice, and grate.

Finally, you pop your head into the back. “Mel? I have to go pick up the girls. Are you coming with me?”

“Hmm?” Her eyes don’t even leave the new ledger that she’s creating. “I have to wait for the shipment to come in, so… I’ll be home for bedtime though.”

She isn’t. And your girls are beyond confused as to why the three of you can’t stop down at the restaurant for a quick hug and kiss from Mommy and why they can’t have coloring time with Valentina. You can’t tell them the real reason- you just explain that Melissa is busy.

“But Mommy is always busy, and we still always get to go there!” Rosie whines.

“Not tonight, sweetheart.” You sigh. You know you still could, technically, take them down to the restaurant. Just long enough to say goodnight. Except you can feel your wife glaring at you from across town if you did. Or worse, picture her having to keep her attention away from your girls because she's so busy.

It becomes a point of contention the rest of the night. Your girls both throw fits because they don't understand. Just getting them dinner fed has you stretched thin. By the time you're fighting with them about bath time you're feeling yourself begin to shake slightly. The girls’ attitudes and fits this evening aren't really what upsets you; it's just the last straw on top of everything else.

You just barely get them both towel dry from the bath when you tell them to pick out their pajamas. The one thing they don't argue with you on this evening as they get to choose their own clothes; one of their favorite things.

You kneel on the tile, letting the bath water out. One of the girl's towels still in your hand you lean to wipe up a small puddle. You toss the towel to the pile near the door to put in the laundry. You sigh, and instead of getting up you let yourself shift backward to sit on the bathroom floor with your back against the wall.

You bury your face in your hands as you try to stop the sudden tears from overflowing. You just need a minute, you tell yourself. Just a minute you'll let it happen and then you'll pull yourself together. Except you can't. You force deep breaths but you can't stop the tears still rolling from your eyes down your cheeks. You lean your head against the wall as you hear little voices calling.

“Mam! Mam!” It's both Cat and Rosie, steadily getting closer.

You really try to stop as you wipe your eyes. You don't want them to see you like this. Yet each swipe at your face just sees more tears filling your eyes.

“Mam! Look at my slippies! I did them on myself!” Rosie exclaims as she shuffles into the doorway, looking at her feet. She's wearing your wife’s house slippers. Backwards.

“Mam!” Cat is saying beneath her sister speaking, appearing at her side at the same time. “I don't have slippies! It's not fair, Rosie has slippies!”

You go to look up, but you hate showing any signs of weakness in front of your girls, so your head stays down as you attempt to pull yourself up from the floor. You lean against the sink, hands tightly gripping the porcelain sink, knuckles growing about as white as the utility in front of you. You keep your back to them, not wanting them to see you as the mess that you are right now.

“Girls,” you sigh shakily. “Mam cannot right now. Get yourselves to bed, and I’ll be in to read your story to you in a few minutes.”

“But Mam!” Cat whines out. You hear her stomp her little foot against the cool bathroom tile, and you can practically see the way that her arms are crossed over her chest- a look that she absolutely picked up from your wife. “Rosie has slippies, and I want-”

Wiping away your tears, you turn around. “Caterina Ann.”

At seeing your face so distraught and aged, both of your twins’ faces drop. “Mam?” They both ask.

“Mam just needs a minute,” you sigh softly, hating the way that your voice breaks just slightly. “Please, girls.”

At that, both of your girls slink off. Your oldest walks off while your youngest shuffles her feet quietly. You half-expect to hear her giggles at the way she’s heading down the hall, but you don’t. Even at their young ages, Cat and Rosie understand that your crying in front of them is not okay- something isn’t right.

When you find it in you to pull yourself out of the bathroom, you head for their room. When you get there though, they aren’t in their beds like you expect them to be. In fact, their pillows and the stuffed animals they insist on sleeping with every night have vanished too. That only means one thing.

You appear in the doorway of your own room, and you see them curled up in your bed. Silently, you thank God you had let your wife talk you into splurging and getting a king-sized bed. It comes in handy for nights like this when both girls worm their way into your bed and Melissa will be getting home and sliding in too.

“Mam,” Rosie pats the spot in between her and her sister. “We leaved room for you.”

Despite the sadness that had inhabited your soul just a few seconds ago, you let a soft smile slip at the kindness and thoughtfulness of your girls. You may not be doing everything right in this world, but you are raising two wonderful, wonderful young ladies.

“Give me a few minutes to change and prepare for bed,” you sigh softly as you wipe new tears from your eyes. “And then I’ll be in.”

It’s about ten minutes later, once you’ve gotten into your sleep apparel and shed a few more tears without the girls’ knowledge, that you slip in between them. Cat hands you a book- your favorite book to read aloud to them.

After their story, they both curl up into your sides and promptly fall asleep, tired from their crazy day in kindergarten.

And once they’re asleep? Your tears return. Silent sobs shake your body as you mourn the death of Bobby all over again, one that you never wanted in the first place- you had actually pleaded for them to not order the hit on the man. You bite your lip and let the tears flow over the fact that you’ve been taken off of the salon- that you have no idea what’s happening there now despite the fact that it’s only been a few days. You hate the fact that your wife is taking all of this on- that her restaurant is in danger now because you got the feds on your tail and don’t know how to shake them loose. Your heart breaks when you remember that Barbara is now in danger because she holds onto the ledger that determines your, and now your wife’s, fate, and she was still there for you in a moment of weakness at the church. It gets to a point where you’re just crying over it all, a hand clamped over your mouth as the sobs bubble up inside of you, and you have to muffle the noise or else you’ll wake your girls. You end up crying yourself to sleep, body exhausted with all of the emotions coursing through it like a river. You’re drowning- absolutely drowning in it all.

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iloveaustinelvisandmannymore · 1 year

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The Art of obsession.

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x reader

Summary: When you decided to be a preschool teacher you didn't know you would be teaching the famous Alpha Celebrity Elvis Presley's daughter Lisa Marie Presley. What you didn't know was that it would take a twisted turn when you got to know the 'Alpha' himself more and soon start to think you shouldn't have met him in the first place. (@galaxygirl453 )

Warnings: Manipulation, Gas lighting, Guilt tripping, Forced marriage, Drugging, Delusional/Obsessed Austin!Elvis, Baby trapping, Breeding kink, Forced marking, Creampie, dinner room sex, At school sex, Dirty talk, Housewife kink, Praise, Cock warming, Bullying, Pregnancy, and Pregnancy sex, Gorely murder.

A/n: So the anon who requested this, I hope you like it.

Elvis only could hear the clicking of his dress shoes against the preschool's tile, his thoughts grow wild. While he was at home, practicing with some of the Memphis Mafia in The Jungle Room, he got a call from the principal that Lias Marie had gotten into a fight, his Lisa? He knew it was hard for Lisa Marie to go through the change of having divorce parents but she wouldn't fight another kid, would she? No, she wouldn't. Elvis closed his eyes and took a calming breath in and opened the door.

"Ah! Mr. Presley, there you are." the principal exclaimed mockingly, a sarcastic smile on his wrinkled, chubby face "What happened?" Elvis asked as he sat beside a sniffling Lisa, putting a hand on her tiny back, quietly comforting her "Lisa Marie attacked a little boy, while they were playing. If I were you I'd discipline her better." the old white-haired man practically snarled, Elvis could feel his blood boil, his wolf growling and ready to protect his little pup. Elvis opened his mouth to reply when the door swing open and the scent so luring filled his sense of smell, Rose & honey with a hint of firewood, his ocean orbs snapped to the source.

"Miss. (L/N)!" The principal called out but you ignored him, and simply squatted down in front of Lisa "Are you, okay sweetheart? I heard what happened." you gently cooed to Lisa wiping away her tears, Elvis's heartbeat quickened as he stared at you in awe, his body heat raised and ringing filed his ear, it was getting hard to breathe, everything in his body screamed to be yours, your omega but you wasn't an alpha, you couldn't be, you don't act like one, plus he worked so hard to be an 'Alpha' to lose it. Elvis breathed in and thanked God for his dark shades that helped conceive his emotion. "Miss. (L/n) this is a private meeting." you stood and turned to your boss, with a warm smile that didn't reach your eyes " With all due respect, sir, We both know Bobby Field likes to push around others, it's quite boggling to me that little Lisa Marie is here instead of him" the elder man opened his mouth to speak, but you continued "I get that you might be jealous of Mr. Presley's effect on your new 'wife' but we should not take it on the children Mr. Dryier." The beta man in question looked away in shame "Leave me." the beta waved his hand dismissing him, Lisa, and Miss.(L/n). They wasted no time leaving the stuffy office and into the hallway.

"You alright little Marie?" Miss (L/n) asked bending down and smiling down at his daughter "'m alright." Lisa nodded to you and wiped her puffy face from the tears in her eyes, wearing a cute tiny pout that made her teacher giggle softly, to Elvis it was like the sound of Angels singing and joyful bells ringing, his heartbeat once again raced just a little. You stood up, turning to him with your warm and soft smile, and he swear his heart skipped a beat, his body heat raised hotter than before, suddenly his throat felt dry and he felt like he was hardly breathing, his wolf begging and whimpering for his Alpha "Thank you, for doin' that." Elvis managed to spit out, with a fax confidence smirk even though a raging storm of emotion waved its course within him, "Your welcome. I just hate when adults are petty and mistreat children." you huffed before a smile was back on your face " I'm (Y/N) (L/n), it's a pleasure to meet THE Elvis Presley." you held out your hand that he gladly took, electricity ride up his spine and a groan tried to force it's way out his lips, he suddenly needed to fuck, to breed you, the want became almost unbearable. Elvis gulped before speaking "Pleasure all mine, darlin'" You shake his hand "Well it's time for me and Marie to head to class, recess is over." you said taking his little girl's hand, waved at him, and walked off.

Once you were out of sight, Elvis rushed out of the school and drove to Graceland, with the pain going through his veins, body screaming for release. His back laid against his comfortable mattress, clothes on the floor, and his cock in his hand, pumping fast, pre-cum leaking out and over his hand, his hips jerking into his fist, wishing it was your pussy, He cummed with a whimper and whine.

That was the best orgasm, Elvis had ever experienced, he didn't cum that hard even with Priscilla.

He wanted you, wanted you to be his, by God, you will be, whether you want that or not, he decided you'd be his alpha, no matter the costs. He didn't put his plan into action until a month later, he convinced the principal to have you tutor Lisa at Graceland when you had the time, after all every man had a price. It was a Tuesday when he acted, it was a sunny day and you came exactly the same time you always have, a bright smile and warmth in your eyes as he opened the door "How are you today Mr. Presley?" you asked walking into the beautiful mansion "Doin' just fine." Elvis smiled back and locked the door behind him, actually, he was more than fine, he was excited, he got off his suppressants and stopped wearing his mask scents, and he was going into heat, no alpha couldn't resist an omega in heat, not a sweet little alpha like you. "So where is little Marie?" you questioned looking for her, normal the little girl would come running to greet you, "Goddamn, I forget to tell ya she's at her mother's. I'm sorry darlin'," he said "It's okay I can just go." "You sure? The drive here is at least 2 hours, would ya like a drink?" Elvis asked, gently guiding you to the dining room "I could go for some coke." you smile softly as you sat in a chair at the large dining table "Great, just relax darlin' I'll get yar coke."

Elvis walked into the kitchen, grabbed two coke bottles, and pulled out a set of different quickly, tasteless dissolving drugs, one to enhance your instinct and one to trigger his heat, dropping each drug in your respective drinks, he brought and sat your coke in front of you, before sitting across of you, taking a sip of his coke "So how was school?" Elvis asked leaning back in his seat, "It was okay, the kids were a little—" you trailed off, once a temping scent filled the air, The smell of fresh morning due and lavender sage, your eyes meet Elvis's when a pained whimper left the omega, wait omega? He usually smelled like another alpha, that of Sandalwood and vanilla, he was a beautiful sight, his normal ocean orbs were hard to see, his pupils so dilated he was breathing heavily and sweat begin to make his skin shine. A strong want for, no need to have this omega, ride him until he begs you to stop, your eyes dilated as you stood up and walked to him "Get up." you order and like a good boy he did what he was told "Such good omega" you cooed " your reward." you said before pulling the godly of a man into dominating and passionate kiss, tongues swirling each other and your hands worked on removing his black half unbutton blouse. You both parted Breathing heavily as you remove his blouse and he was working to remove his pants "Such a gorgeous Alpha and gonna take care of me? Huh, darlin'?" he teased, kissing your neck before taking off his pants and lifted himself onto the table, his cock stood tall, your mouth watering and your pussy became slick. You crawled over him and lined his cock with your weeping core and slowly descended upon him, and immediately started to ride him it's been so long since you had sex nevertheless, you couldn't believe your luck a male Omega they're is so rare as Alpha females, you throw your head back, and rolled your hips sharply causing a pretty gasp and moan from the men below you.

His large hands quickly gripped your hips, moans, and whines left his pink lips, his Raven hair stuck to his forehead, and his eyes lidded, desperate, you bounced faster and leaned down to kiss him, not once stopping. His scent filled your nose and lungs like a drug, your kisses strayed from his lips to his neck, and a sudden desire, temptation, want, set your body ablaze, a want to mark, claim this man, his hand held your head to his neck, and his arm throw over your waist, holding you as you bounce. His scent became deliciously overwhelming and you bit down on his neck, staking your claim. Elvis gasped, it worked! He flipped you both, your back on the warm smooth wood as you licked up the blood and the bite with your healing saliva, Elvis pounded into you with a strong punishing rhythm, each thrust from his skilled hips, would push your hips against the table and his cock reached your sweet spot like no, Alpha or beta never had, the sexy growls and huffs leave the rock and roll king brought you closer to your climax "T-That's it! Cum, cum on this cock lil Darlin'! Goddamn, I'm close!" Elvis panted, his already fast thrusting turn frantic, and with a rub against your little nub, you came with a scream, Elvis not far after, with a groan he came, painting your walls and womb white with his seed. it took you a minute to realize what happened, you forcefully claimed him, and your widen eyes snapped to Elvis who was tracing the mark with shock and terror on his face "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to.." you trailed off as guilt set heavily into your chest "I'm ruined.." Elvis whispered, pacing in front of you "What can I do?" you begged "There's nothing you can do." he said, his back turned to you, a sinister smirk on his lips, it really was working, you were going to his. "Please there must be something?" you plead more desperately "Move in here and marry me, people will think it was consensual and you will be able to keep your job. We'll say we kept our relationship secret" Elvis turned to look at you, his eyes holding a strange gleam but you were too much in turmoil to notice "O-Oh Okay." you shakily nodded.

You sighed as you struggle to get out of bed with your 8 months baby bump, your husband sound asleep, it was a rare sight to see, he laid on his stomach, his head on his arm, his lips parted in silent snores, his jet black a mess on his forehead, he was it was gorgeous even if he was asleep, 'no fair' you chuckled and bend down as best as you could, kissed his forehead and walked into the bathroom and got ready for work, it had been a year since that, and it wasn't bad being married to the rock star, sure he had his moments, but he treated you well and you have grown to even love the man. Though you could go without the bursts of anger and possessiveness, it was worse when your ex came around which happened more often than not, he works at the same school you did, and now that you think about Elvis acted more than an alpha than you did sometimes, You yawned as stretched your arms, it was lunch time so the little pups went to the cafeteria. you were about to reach for your lunch when a knock on your classroom door made you sharply inhale, feeling irritation enter your system you took a calm breath then smiled "Come in." you spoke calmly and your husband strutted in with a small smile "How're my girls?" Elvis asked taking off his famous shades and hooking them on his belt "We're doing alright." your smile turned genuine "What are you doing here?" you asked as he leaned against your desk, looking at you with the same loving and devoted look in his eyes when never he looked at you, his smile tugged into a smirk at your question, his orbs was overcome with lust. "I came to check on you and the babies. God..you smell so good."

'Oh' you thought as heat rushed into your body, it had got clearer, the closer you got into your pregnancy, you hungered for sex more, and seeing the predatory lust-driven glint didn't help, you could feel the Alpha purr inside of you, she was pleased, happy to have such a doting omega to take care of her and your needs. Elvis rushed to sweep everything off your desk and helped you upon it, lips locked in a passionate kiss as you slowly leaned down onto the light brown desk, Elvis's fingers hooked onto your underwear and slide them off from under your sundress, your core already slick ready to take your omega he fumbled with unbuckled his belt and unzipping his pants, letting out small whimpers of want. "Shh it's okay omega, your Alpha is here" you purred, eyes blew out as he slowly slid into your pussy despite everything in him wanting to slam into you, his thrusts were slow but precise at first, trying so hard to be gentle, in control but it was slipping as he pounded faster, the poor old desk creaked under the pressure. The classroom echoes your lewd moans and the arousing sound of skin smacking against the skin, and your wet pussy taking a beating.

You whined as Elvis whispered sweet nothing, his pubic bone smacking against your clit, your eyes drifted into the small rectangle window of your classroom door, a set of brown tearful orbs looked back at yours; your ex Joseph a hurt expression plastered on his face but you couldn't find it in you to care while you were being fucked dumb, you grabbed Elvis's face and pulled him into a kiss of swirling tongues, your hips bucking upwards to your husbands hammering, the band in your stomach coming closer to snapping a sharp thrust had you coming, you left out a satisfied sigh as he finished inside. Your eyes looked to the window once again, Joseph was gone and a tiny feeling of guilt wash over you.

Elvis helped you down, helped cleaned up, and organize your desk, he stayed with you for the rest of your break, and the room was filled with laughter and talking. He left as the bell ranged not before leaving with a kiss and that was the last time he really spend time with you.

You were on your 9th month and at home, Elvis and you had agreed you were too close to your due date to work, so you just cooked and cleaned around the house. He was as always at his Studio, hanging out and recording songs with the Memphis Mafia when he got home he would just kiss you on the lips and Lisa Marie on her cheeks before doing his own thing. Today you decided to clean some of the rooms downstairs, you just finished one and were heading to the other when something catch your eye, the door that was normally locked was open just a slit, like a cat that was killed by curiosity, you completely open the door and a set of stairs lead down into the poorly lit room. You grip the metal rails as you take cautious steps can you pause once you smell stench so horrible like something was rotting? You watched as your feet bit the bottom step and when you finally looked up a gasp of pure horror left you. Dried blood splattered everywhere, bits and pieces of Flesh ran across the floors and walls as if an animal ripped apart its prey not caring where the pieces landed, and a ripped leg enters your vision, your eyes traced up, and what you saw would haunt you as bile rises up your throat. A man's body slumps against the back wall, his left arm cut off, and laying beside his thigh, his jaw hangs open, some teeth missing and his other leg gone, what you assume it was the bits of rotting flesh scattered around. A familiar scent entered your nose beneath the rotting corpse, Seabreeze vanilla, and coconut... Joseph. A chill climbed its way up your spine and tears build up in your orbs then another scent enters your nose and your blood runs ice cold.

"Tsk, such a bad alpha." a voice mocked you in the Stillness of this horror, your head snaps up at the top of the stairs, and your 'innocent' husband looks down at you coldly, eyes glowing blue as he leans against the doorframe

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