#sorry this took me so long anon i had to prep myself for the feels

[mydearesthrry]

how would gf!reader react to seeing Harry’s ex at a function

ooooh. stirring the pot. i like it! made this fbh and new(ish!!!!) gf!reader cause hes hot and why not! enjoy :p also sorry anon this took so long lol love u

jealous-ish reader and some angst under the cut 💋💋

Walking into the party, her arm resting on the inside crook of Harry’s elbow, she took small steps next to him, trying to take up as little space as possible.

To signify the start of school, Harry’s frat had obviously thrown a party. This was one of the first times the couple had seen each other all day, Harry working with pledges and helping out with house prep prior to the party. He’d gone to her apartment just a few blocks from campus to pick her up, originally clad in a brown toned flannel, a white Rolling Stones graphic tee, and a pair of black ripped jeans. However, the flannel now draped across her shoulders since she’d met him in his car wearing nothing but a tiny black dress that exposed her arms and went down to her midthigh. And there was just no way he was letting his sweet girl get all cold. Not under his watch, anyway.

His skin was soft beneath hers, her fingertips now gripping onto the soft fabric of his sleeve, her palm on his inner elbow as her hand slipped farther and farther down. As if he could sense it, he moved his arm to let hers fall to her side, and moved behind her to rest a hand on the junction between her lower stomach and hip, scratching lightly at the silky material of her dress. Nudging her forward with a kiss to the back of her head, she kept walking, now leading her and her puppy dog of a boyfriend.

The night carried on, Harry occasionally greeting his brothers with a few shared expletives, Y/N being a supportive girlfriend and just leaning back into him whenever he paused to talk to someone, introducing herself to unfamiliar faces with Harry’s help. She could barely hear them because the music was so loud! Smiling apologetically whenever she asked them to repeat themselves, Harry took initiative to start introducing the unfamiliar person to his girlfriend, and vice versa.

There was eventually a small lull in the night, the two standing in the kitchen with an almost full red solo cup being shared between them, Y/N curled into his side as he ran his hand up and down her side. Her eyes scanned the crowd from their spot in the darkened room, eyes widening when she caught sight of a familiar face.

“Oh shit,” She said, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she leaned against Harry a bit more, looking up at him with a wide grin.

“Wha’?” He drawled, hand coming up to bring the cup to his lips.

“I see Anna,” She giggled, resting her head on his shoulder, small giggles turning into full chuckles when she felt the way he tensed.

“Oh, um,” He mumbled. “Yeah, she comes t’these parties pretty often.”

“Oh, really?” She smiled, pushing off of him to leave the kitchen.

“Oh, oh no, absolutely not. Do not think about it, puppy. I’m warning you.” He whined, pushing off the counter to follow her.

“I’m doing it, you can warn me all you want, but I’m not gonna listen!” She shouted, running after his ex girlfriend. She knew that the break up was mutual, and there were no hard feelings involved, but she thought it’d be fun to mess with her boyfriend a little.

“Jesus Christ. What’d I get myself into?” He whispered under his breath, following his girlfriend with annoyed steps.

“Hi! I’m Y/N! I’ve heard so much about you!” He heard his love squeal, and when he rounded the corner, he found his girlfriend and his ex both with excited gleams in their eyes, hands holding hands, compliments whirring in the air between them.

“Oh my god, hi! I’m Anna! You’re Harry’s girlfriend, right?” The blonde smiled, squeezing Y/N’s hands in her own.

“Yeah, I am!” Another shared grin.

“Hi, Anna.” Harry greeted, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips.

“Hi bug,” She smiled back, hands slipping from the grip they’d initially had on Y/N’s, now coming to the front of her stomach to fidget with her cuticles. “It’s been a while.”

“Yeah, it has. I see you’ve met Y/N,” He smiled, his arms stagnant by his sides.

“She’s an angel, H. Good job, really. I knew… I knew you’d find someone really great for you.” Anna said, placing a hand on his arm. Now, this might’ve been Y/N’s first real relationship, but she wasn’t dumb. She could sense the distaste that Anna withheld the second she went up to her, and she could see the hearts practically sown into her eyes, and the worst part about it? Harry seemed like he couldn’t give less of a fuck.

Matter of fact, he was eating this shit right up.

“Thanks, A. I um- I appreciate that.” And she thinks that was her breaking point.

She knew it was mostly her fault, but she really didn’t think she’d get jealous! She promises!

“Okay, um- I’m gonna let you two catch up, and I’m gonna go get a drink. Find me, H, will you?” Was all she said before she turned on her heel and beelined for the kitchen, trying to will away any tears before they could even think about arising. She felt herself flicker onto autopilot, making her normal cherry vodka with Sprite as if she was tracing the steps. Her mind was just swirling with doubt. Doubt if Harry was actually in love with her, or if she was just being delusional and wasn't picking up on any tells that he could've been making obvious. Seeing him with Anna- the way he was just so comfortable with her- made her want to sink into the floor with embarrassment.

"Hey, baby," His voice made her jump out of her thoughts, now completely in control of her body again. "Y'okay?"

"Mhm. Peachy," She squeaked, cursing her vocal chords for failing her so prematurely in the conversation. "Why?"

"'Cause ever since y'pretty little face left m'side, I've been watching y'and noticed that y'got that look on y'face." He says, grabbing her cup and placing it on the counter, boxing her in against the cool marble with both of his arms encasing her, hands flat against the corners.

Fuck. "What look?" She could play dumb, right? He wouldn't notice, she thinks.

“Don’t play dumb, baby. You know I know what face y’make when you’re jealous.” Fuck. Never mind.

“Umm, I don’t know what you’re talking about?” She questions, voice wavering as she began to give up her facade since she knew she’s been caught.

“Bunny,” He starts, pausing when she groans and drops her head to rest her forehead on his chest. “Why’d you even go over there? I knew you would get jealous the second me and her talked.”

“And you didn’t stop me?”

“Why would I? You wanted to so bad, I even tried telling you no. You don’t listen to me, bunny. I literally— dude, I literally warned you.” He sighed, shaking his head but placing small kisses onto the top of her head, burrowing his nose into her hair to inhale the scent of her coconut shampoo.

“I didn’t think it’d go that bad.” She says simply, hooking two of her fingers into the front left pocket of his skinny jeans.

“Well, that’s your fault- ow!” Harry groaned, releasing his girlfriend to rub the side of his thigh.

She’d smacked him. But, this was serious, and he was taking it too lightly!

“H, this isn’t funny! Now I look like the stupid girlfriend who’s jealous of my boyfriend’s ex! And I hate being jealous!”

Grabbing her shoulders, he pulls her back to peer down into her eyes, grabbing her chin when she avoided eye contact. “Hold on, woah. I, for one, love it when you get jealous. It— it makes me realize how much y’actually want me. I love the feeling, mama. It feels nice t’be wanted, y’know?”

She sighs. “Well, when you put it that way…”

“I don’t want anyone but you. You’re m’present and m’future. Couldn’t see m’self marrying Anna, but with you? God, bunny, I think about it like, four times a day. You’re my person, baby. I promise.” He starts choking up, making Y/N step forward to collide with his front, propping her chin onto his chest.

“I love you, probably more than I’ve loved anything or anyone.” She whispers, trying to keep the intimacy of the moment sacred in the semicrowded kitchen.

“Promise?” He asks, leaning down to place his forehead onto hers.

“I promise.”

[chubbyjungkook]

Can I request 👀 ...cum inflation Koo... who loves the weight in his belly so much that he starts getting a lil chubby... and his boyfriend (you pick <3) can't stop squeezing him and adoring all of the new weight

Chubby koo getting his belly filled by his bf so he's warm and round and soft

<3

Hey! I'm sorry if these took long but I was kinda busy but here it is! almost 2k words lmao. I'm sorry if I didn't include explicit smut but I wasn't sure if that would be okay with you anon. Anyways :

Cum inflation, smut ( not so explicit I guess), weight gain, mentions of stuffing, light degradation ( near the end )

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Jungkook wasn't a stranger to having sex, okay? He had started to enjoy his sexuality when he was 18, having some casual hookups now and then. Of course, he always had safe sex but once Jungkook grew up, he didn't feel like having casual sex anymore. He decided to start dating during his sophomore year in college and around that time when he met Jimin, he was a dance major and a bit older than Jungkook. They met at a party and ever since then they started to talk almost nonstop and after some months they started dating. Even now that they were boyfriends they still used protection cause it was something they were used to. Or at least that's how it was until now.

" Fuck Jungkook, you drive me insane " Jimin said as he pushed the younger onto their bed and began to kiss and bite on his neck

Jungkook moaned loudly, they were eager to touch each other. Fuck, he was touch starved. They haven't got any time to have sex in a couple of weeks thanks to their finals and

They couldn't wait any longer.

Jungkook started to unbutton his boyfriend's shirt and pants to get them out of the way " off .... I want this off Hyung " he whined

Jimin laughed softly as he let his boyfriend undress him as he did the same, slower just to tease his needy boyfriend.

" Hyung please I'm ready .... I-i prep myself earlier .... just need you," he said with some shyness

Jimin smirks " god I love when you get like this for me baby ~ " he whispered as he leaned forward to grab a condom from their nightstand but he didn't find any. He looks up and curses

" fuck .... Baby there aren't any condoms left, " Jimin said pulling away from Jungkook. Knowing that they would need to wait a bit longer until they buy some more but Jungkook pulled him back closer

" Hyung .... We don't need one ... We are both clean ... And ... Let's just do it, " Jungkook said shyly

" Are you sure babe? I can go buy some real quick " Jimin said and the younger one nodded " okay, I guess . Tho it might be messy " he said with a snort

That's when Jungkook realized that he might like sex better this way. Like the older one said it was way messier but it was really warm and pleasing.

" F-fuck kook... I'm close "Jimin panted out as he tighten his grip on his boyfriend’s slim hips and keep pounding into him 

“ Ahg…. please Hyung im close too … I want your cum into me “ Jungkook moan loudly as he ends up coming all over his and Jimin’sn stomach making a mess 

His moans and whimpers got louder and high-pitched from over-sensibility as Jimin keep his thrusts fast and steady until he felt a weird feeling of something sticky and warm inside of him and he could help but moan loudly and for a second he swears he blacked out from how good it feels.

“ Hey, baby? you back with me? “ Jimin asked as he brushed Jungkook’s cheek and the younger nodded softly 

“ Yeah… just tired and dirty “ Jungkook  whispered as the older got up to get something to clean his boyfriend up 

Just then Jungkook looked down at his abdomen and realized it had bulged out a bit. His usual flat tummy was a bit softer probably because he was full of his boyfriend's cum, He slowly began to run it, not even caring if he got his hands dirty. He just wanted to enjoy that feeling of his belly being round and full.

“ kookie, I bring some cookies and water … are you alright? “ He asked his smile turning into a frown when he saw Jungkook rubbing his stomach  “ does something hurts baby? “ He asked 

Jungkook immediately move his hand away, embarrassed that his boyfriend saw him doing that. Worried that Jimin might find it weird 

“ oh … I’m fine just … ehm kinda hungry “ He lied but it seem to convince Jimin, the older grabbed the package of cookies and open it, shoving a cookie into his boyfriend’s mouth 

“ Tsk … I told you not to skip meals anymore, kookie! I dont want you getting sick “ Jimin said as he patted Jungkook’s belly

Jungkook blushed but he decided not to mention anything. Sure this was just a weird thing related to not having sex for a while.

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it definitely wasn't a one-time thing, ever since that time jungkook had loved being fucked full of cum and the amazing feeling of the warm seed of his boyfriend inside of him. But what was the most upsetting thing was that the feeling didn't last long. 

Or that’s what he thought

It had all been an accident … or at least it was at first. He didn't have enough time in his week to plan his work up plan, Jungkook didn't though that would be a big deal, it was. His huge appetite didn't let his body keep up without all the workouts he did.

It had become obvious in the last weeks, His belly wasn't as flat as it used to be and it started to hang over the waistline of his jeans ( Which he hasn't been using until today ) but that wasn't the only change. His thighs, hips, and ass had also grown with all the added weight.

He had actually struggled a lot that morning to put those jeans on that morning, Jimin had asked to help him move some stuff to the new dance studio and as the good boyfriend he was, of course, he would help him.

“come on kookie! everything is in the car! “ Jimin said from the living room and that was enough to pull him off his trance, he pulled his shirt down and make his way to the living room

“ Ah … let’s go Hyung, “ Jungkook said pulling his shirt down so it wouldn't look so snug on his body, Jimin stared at him before nodding and opening the door for jungkook 

 “ you first baby, “ The older said, Jungkook walked first and he suddenly feels a hard slap on his ass, he could even feel it jiggling which make him blush 

“ Sorry kookie, your ass just looks really good in those jeans, “ His boyfriend said with a giggle. 

Jungkook only blushed even more, what embarrassed him more was that he feel so turned on by those simple words 

“ Let’s get going then, “ Jimin said with his usual cheerful voice as they got in the car. 

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Just an hour later jimin finally pulled into the building and they started to take the boxes out of the car 

“ So … which floor is your new studio at? “ Jungkook asked as he carried one box to the lobby of the building 

“ oh if I’m not wrong, it is on the 10th floor. Here, these are the keys, hobi hyung gave them to me “ 

Jungkook nodded as he slowly make his way to the elevator but Jimin grabbed him 

“ kookie the elevator isn't working, Hobi says that they are on maintenance, “ Jimin said as he started to walk to the stairs

“ what ?! we have to take the stairs to the 10th floor? “ Jungkook whined softly as Jimin said softly as he kissed his cheek 

“ come on kook, This is nothing compared to your workout routine, “ Jimin said with a small laugh 

Jungkook chuckled nervously as they began walking to the stairs 

And it was pure torture. After God knows how long they are still climbing the stairs. Jungkook was sweating like crazy and his thighs were burning as well as his arms from caring two heavy boxes 

“ J-jimin …. ah h-hyung how much longer until we get there? “ Jungkook asked between long and tiring breaths 

“ Uh? uhm probably one floor more “ Jimin said as he hear him groan “ what? you are out of breath? “ 

“ No …j-just ….my body is …ah … sore ….from working out “ Jungkook lie and jimin just nodded 

“ well there aren't many stairs leave, “ He said with a bright smile

And thank god. They finally arrived at the studio. Jungkook left the boxes on the floor as he started to catch his breath

“ S-so … -huff- where … do we … put all of these? “ Jungkook asked but suddenly Jimin grabbed him and push him to the huge mirror behind him 

“ h-hyun- “ He was cut down when his boyfriend started to kiss him needly and of course, jungkook followed along 

“ Come on kookie, you thought that I would realize that you stopped working out so long ago ? or the way you have gained this weight? “ Jimin said as he teased him and he just squeeze his boyfriends ass over the tight fabric of his jeans 

“ Or that I haven't realized that you love to be filled up with my cum? “ Jimin said as he started to kiss down jungkook’s neck “ what if I told you that the elevator thing was just a lie to see you like these .. all sweaty and out of breath just for me “ 

Jungkook let loud moans as he basically melted on the spot 

“ W-what ? that was a lie? “ Jungkook whispered and jimin just chuckled as he put his hands on Jungkook’s belly and make it jiggle 

“ come on I can see how hard you already are just from being teased like this “ Jimin whispered just some centimeters away from his boyfriend’s lips 

“ Ahg- Hyung please … take care of me “ He whispered 

Jimin sits down close enough to the mirror, opening his jeans and pulling his own boxers down “ Then go on bunny. Come and sit here. I want you to ride me … I want you to see yourself in that mirror “

That was all Jungkook needed to drop on his knees to ride his boyfriend’s amazing cock 

And that’s how they end where they were. Jungkook made some little jumps on Jimin’s dick as he moan loudly, this way he could control the way jimin hit his prostate. Jimin had a hard grip on his hips and would slap his ass from time to time 

“ Go on bunny .. dont you wanna cum? “ Jimin whispered between groans 

“ H-hyungie … please help me … my legs are shaking .. i-i can't, “ He said with a loud sob and jimin just tsked softly 

“ You are so helpless that you can even make yourself cum? “ Jimin whispered as he make jungkook get on all four before he started to thrust hard and fast into him 

“look at yourself in the mirror baby …. look how your whole body jiggles, “ Jimin said with a chuckle as he feel himself coming 

He ended up coming inside his boyfriend’s hole, followed close by jungkook. They were breathing heavily as they recovered from their best orgasm ever

“ you knew? “ Junfkook asked some second later 

“ Yeah … you were kinda obvious baby. But I dont mind it … you look hot with this extra weight and how your tummy looks with my cum  “ Jimin said patting Jungkook’s tummy 

“ Uhm … I’m glad you like this as much as I do “ He whispered 

“ now baby …why dont we go and fill that tummy of yours with something else than my cum? I´m dying to see how much food can actually fit into you “ 

Fuck, he definitely loves this.

[theirwolfbicanthrope]

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[outhereinnevada]

Could I please request some fluff/smut with Auditor? Thank u

WOOOO! Alright, time for the first NSFW fic!

Warning: NSFW content ahead. Minors DO NOT INTERACT.

Anyways, onto the fic! Enjoy anon!

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Relieving love - Auditor x Reader Smut

You've known the Auditor for as long as you can remember. Long before Nevada was thrown into madness.

When he founded the AAHW, he made you his second in command knowing that you had very similar ideals to him. If he was out and taking the day off, you would be put in charge.

The Agents and Engineers really loved having you around, you always made sure that they were well taken care of, especially the MAGS. The MAGS really enjoy just holding you in their hands to talk to you about whatever they had their minds on.

Auditor was very appreciative for your hard work in his absence and loved that you took the time to make the Agents and Engineers feel welcomed and readied in the AAHW. You were essentially a therapist for them.

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Another rough day for Auditor, a lot of shit went down. Hank and his crew raided the base that the Auditor was at that day, very few got out alive, but he finally got home. Closing the door a bit harshly, he sat down on the couch with his head in his hands, obviously stressed out.

"Auditor? Are you alright dear?"

He looked up to see you crouched in front of him, you took his hands into yours feeling the tension he radiated. He sighed, letting himself calm at your touch.

"It was another rough day, the base I was at got raided by Hank and his lot. Very few of us got out of there, a lot of casualties."

With a soft gasp, you placed a hand on his cheek. He nuzzled into it, putting his own hand on top of yours.

"Oh Audi...thank goodness you weren't harmed. I don't what I would do without you."

His body heated up, he adored when you used that nickname. The flames around his body got a little more wild.

"s/o...you know I get flustered when you call me that."

You giggled, sitting next to him, you threaded your fingers around his flames playfully. He kept getting more and more heated until he snapped. He turned to you and gripped your wrists, your surprised, blushing expression staring right at him.

"Audi?! Wha-what are you-"

He quickly cut you off, seeming incredibly desperate for some reason.

"I-I'm sorry s/o, I c-can't stop myself anymore. You're just too irresistible."

You stared into his loving gaze, you knew what he wanted, what he needed at this moment. You gave soft smile before slipping out of his grip and giggling. Shocked, he turned his tomato red face toward you.

"Well, you'll just have to catch me then!"

Not wasting a second, you ran around the house. Auditor catching onto what you're doing, got up and started to playfully chase you. You ran around for a bit before running into your shared bedroom and jumping onto the bed, with Auditor following your actions and landing beside you.

You two laughed for awhile before Auditor got back into his previous mood, his body once again heating up. Hovering over you, his hands placed beside your head he leaned closer to you. Your face now turning more red from how close he was.

"Caught you~"

His voice became huskier, a sign that he became needy. You looked away shyly, burying your head into your arm.

"W-well, here's your prize then."

He chuckled, you knew you were in good hands with that laugh.

"Oh darling, you're in for a treat tonight~"

He gently pulled your arm away from your face and brushed your hair away from your face.

"I wouldn't want anything less~"

That set Auditor off, he leaned in to give a brief kiss on your lips before slowly moving to your neck. The light licks on your neck gave you sudden chills before he started to lightly nibble and suck on it, giving you hickeys.

"Au-Audi."

You let out a soft moan indicating your pleasure. He decided to take it a step further and really bite down. A sharp gasp emanated from your submissive form.

"AAH, please...a bit more gentle."

He reeled back a bit. Noticing, you put a hand on his shoulder to reassure him.

"I apologise s/o. I'll a bit more gentle for you."

You kissed his cheek, a sign to keep going. He kept biting and sucking on your neck, trying to find your sweet spot. A yelp from you signalled that he found it.

Continuing to abuse your sweet spot, he snaked his hand up your stomach to your chest. You raked your fingers through the flames atop his head, your breaths hot and heavy.

He chuckled heartily at your flushed expression, proceeding to toy with your breasts as he left a few more hickeys on your neck. You decided he need some pleasure too, you lifted your leg to grind against his crotch. He let out a subtle groan, his face coated in red.

"Oh~ You want to play that game do you my love? Very well."

You didn't even notice that your shirt and bra were gone, before you could respond he started to nibble and suck on one of your breasts and massaging the other with his hand. The bliss was too much for you, you became putty within The Auditor's hands.

"P-please, I-I need you more. Just-jus-."

You couldn't finish your sentence as you let out another lustful moan.

"I could make you wait longer, but that would just be cruel of me~ So let's just get to the point."

You smirked, getting an idea. Before he could try anything, you flipped him over putting him on the bottom. You revelled in his shocked expression.

"Sorry dear, but I believe that you need some attention as well."

You quickly unzipped his pants and pull down his boxers, letting his cock spring up, the tip leaking with anticipation. You ogled at the grand size of it. You gently laid your fingers on the shaft, even the lightest touch got Auditor worked up.

"Wow, you really were holding out for me weren't you?"

Letting out warm, shaky breaths, he gripped onto your shoulders. You rubbed the inside of his thighs before pressing your soft lips against the head of his length, lightly sucking on it. Auditor gripped the sheets hard out of the sheer amount of satisfaction he was receiving.

"Ke-Keep going, you're doing so wonderfully-"

Multiple whimpers and moans escaped him, interrupting himself. This only prompted you to go down on him properly. Slowly taking more of his member each time he let out even a single noise, you pumped whatever you couldn't fit in your mouth.

The Auditor was in absolute ecstasy, he could barely speak. Your tongue swirled around the shaft as if you had done this many times before. You had taken in so much that it was hitting the back of your throat and you started to choke and gag.

"s-s/o. I-I'm-AGHH!"

Without warning, Auditor shot his load deep into your throat with a strained groan. You tried your best to swallow every drop of his seed as to not make a mess on the sheets. Finally ceasing, you released his cock from your mouth with a satisfying pop.

"Goodness, you...you were really pent-up. That was a lot to swallow."

Gazing into your tired eyes, he laughed to himself. He flipped you back to bottom position, a hungry look in his crimson gaze.

"I don't believe we're done yet, since you so rudely interrupted me when I was trying to please you."

He swiftly removed your pants along with your panties, he wiped two fingers on your opening rubbing his fingers together taking note of the wetness.

"Hmm, already soaking wet and I've barely done anything to you. Let's fix that shall we~"

Plunging the two fingers deep into your slit, he scissored you wide open to prep you for the ravaging he was about to give you. You tried to hide your increasingly high-pitched moans but the pleasure was just too much to keep quiet about.

"I hope you're ready s/o because once I start, I won't stop until I'm satisfied."

The threatening but alluring tone of Auditor's voice sent you into a downward spiral of lust and want. Removing his fingers, he lined himself up to insert himself into you. Leaning closer, he could feel how hot your breath was against his skin.

"Please...be gentle, it-it's my first time and feel it might break me if you go too hard and fast."

He caressed your cheek, giving you a gentle kiss. He rubbed the tip of his shaft against your entrance seeming eager to pop your cherry seeing as he was your first.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you aren't harmed. That is a promise."

You nodded, slowly but surely he pushed his way into you. With every bit of his length that pressed in, you let out a strained but pleasured whimper. Finally hilting himself within you, the tears finally ran down your cheeks. He tenderly wiped away the tears and rested his forehead against yours, awaiting your signal to go.

After a couple of minutes, you shifted and a sultry whine was your response. Given the all clear, Auditor wasted no time getting into a rhythmic pattern. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, nails scratching his back which only made him speed up. Your lewd yelps and screams were music to his ears.

"Yes, keep screaming my dear, let me know that I'm giving you what's rightfully yours!"

You were tightening around his member by the second, each thrust leaving you seeing stars. Not wanting to be the only one, you bit down his neck and started leaving your own hickeys on him though they wouldn't be as noticeable as yours.

Your body trembled against his, his movements were getting slower and sloppier. You couldn't hold it in anymore and he neither could he.

"AUDI!"

"S/O!"

At the call of each others names, you both released, there was so much cum that it leaked out of you, so much for not making a mess. Finally coming down from your highs, he pulled out seeing all of the excess fluid, he quickly cleaned you and himself before pulling a thick blanket over the both of you. You buried yourself into Auditor's side as he flopped down next to you, snaking an arm around you to pull you close to his radiating warmth.

"That...that was amazing."

"I agree, you did incredibly well for your first time. I'm proud of you."

You giggled as he planted a kiss on the top of your head, petting your head as he lulled you into a peaceful sleep before falling asleep himself.

"Goodnight s/o, may your dreams be pleasant tonight."

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WOOOOOOOOOOO! FIRST NSFW FIC IS DONE! I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS ANON CUZ I SURE DID.

[imagine-a-fangirl]

 Anon requested: i got you fam - neil melendez x reader but like 70% angst, 30% fluff. rest is up to you :)

A/N: Two stories in one day, this is getting crazy. Also not 400 words but 1700(oops) 

Falling for a surgeon was probably never a good idea just thinking about the long days and crazy hours. But being a nurse and falling for the top surgeon was probably even a worse idea. The two of them had gotten along the moment y/n set foot into the hospital as a new nurse. She had learned so much from him and he always seemed to pick her for the surgeries whenever he could. But for her own good y/n had decided this needed to stop, she was on her way to make some great progress career and even gotten a job offer in a more specialized hospital. Y/n had been hesitant to take it but she also knew she couldn’t let her feelings for Neil Melendez get in the way of that. 

Y/n was busy going through a couple files when Neil leaned against the desk “Morning y/n.” “Good morning Dr. Melendez.” She coldly greeted him without looking up He got a little thrown off by her sudden change in behavior but continued either way “I have an interesting surgery on my schedule next week and I want you to be there.” “I’m afraid I won’t be able to do that Dr. Melendez.” Y/n told him, finally looking up from the files. “Why not?” “Because that is my only day off next week.” “Can’t you change shifts? “No I can’t. I might have to plan my whole schedule around you, but luckily I don’t have to do that in my private life.” Y/n knew it was not fair at all to say something like that and she didn’t mean a word of it, but she needed to do something to get some distance from him and this seemed a good step. “Okay then, I’ll see you later y/n.” He excused himself, everything from his posture showed his confusion from the way she had just spoken to him. Jasmine, one of the older nurses chuckled “I’ve never seen dr. Melendez so shaken, I don’t know what you do to him but he really has the hots for you.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about Jasmine.” Y/n got up from her seat and went to check on her patients.  Behaving like this was nothing like her, but she tried to convince herself that she needed to create some distance between her and Neil to be able to move on.

The week whole week had been a challenge for her, she tried to keep Neil at a distance and had to fight the urge to apologize and tell him how she really felt. Y/n tried communicate with the Residents and Dr. Lim to avoid him as much as possible. Of course people noticed her change in behavior, but barely anyone tried to figure out why. Alex and Claire tried to get something out of her when they went out for drinks but they quickly realized she wasn’t spilling anything. Y/n did tell them about the job offer she had gotten and they both were really excited for her. After they finished Alex walked her home and started talking again “What is holding you back?” “What you mean?” Alex shook his head “The offer is a great opportunity, but something is holding you back.” “It’s nothing Alex, I just need some time to think. It’s a big decision.” “It is.” Alex agreed “But you want to take it, that’s why your behavior changed. Look you don’t have to tell me what it is, all I know is that pushing people away is not going to make this decision easier.”

The next morning y/n was called early, Jasmin had called in sick and they needed someone to fill in for the operation Melendez had told y/n about the week before. With a healthy dose of reluctance she got out of bed and got ready for work. Neil had been right, this surgery was a great opportunity. Not only the surgery was an interesting one, but the patient as well he was some criminal who was both a flight risk and dangerous. Would it been two weeks earlier y/n would be the most excited one there, but things were different now.  “Nurse l/n I’m surprised to see you here, I thought your schedule wasn’t revolved around me.” Neil remarked when he saw her in the OR. “I’m here because Jasmin got sick and someone had to fill in for her Dr. Melendez.” Y/n remained professional, pretending she didn’t hear the angry undertone in his voice. “Alright then.” Without to many more words the team started the operation, Melendez communicated as little as he could with her

Y/n was placed in charge of the care around their patient, protocol stated he was kept handcuffed to his bed, communication mostly went through the intercom and they could never go in the room alone. The officers were guarding the room in case something happened. Everything seemed normal he had woken up, still weak but he responded to all the test, his vital signs were steady and so it looked like she was going to get home on time. Y/n got up to do a final check on the patient “How are you feeling? Is there anything I can get you before the next shift takes over?” Y/n waited a moment  for the man to respond but he didn’t. “Sir, do you hear me?” y/n tapped on the window to see if he’d respond but he didn’t. “Page Dr. Park and Dr. Melendez please.” Y/n called to the nurse station She opened the door to see what was wrong, completely forgetting protocol. “Sir are you alright?” she checked the machines but the vital signs seemed completely normal. She checked his pulse, but when she did she noticed his cuff wasn’t on there. Before she did much as look up she felt multiple punches. She hit her head against the floor as she fell down, but before things could get worse, Park, Melendez and the two officers pulled him away from her. “Claire take care of y/n, now!” Melendez called before sedating the man. Claire helped her up and got her out of the room and into another to treat her. Alex soon followed and told a nurse to prep for both x-ray of her chest and a ct-abdomen. Not much later Dr Melendez stormed into the room “What were you thinking?!” Neil started to yell at her “You knew the protocol!” “Neil.” Claire tried “He wasn’t responding, I did what I thought I needed to do.” Y/n calmly responded, her head was still pounding, her arm hurt and she noticed she had some trouble breathing. “Why didn’t you wait until one of us was there?” Park tried to be the voice of reason between the two of them. “You knew he was dangerous, you knew you shouldn’t go in alone and what you did was stupid!” Neil yelled again. “Why don’t you keep an eye on him next time, if you know it all so well.” “I don’t know what I did to you to deserve this attitude this past week, but you better get it together! You know better than this.” y/n tried to ignore the desperate undertone in his voice “Don’t worry about that Dr. Melendez, I won’t be your problem for very much longer.” “What?” “I’ve been offered a job at another hospital and I’ve just decided to take it.” Y/n tried to get up from the bed, she needed to get away from him before she would do something stupid. “Y/n stop you need to stay in bed, we still have to see if there is internal damage.” Alex tried to get her back into the bed. She tried to push him away but the last thing she felt was the cold floor before her whole world went dark.

Y/n woke up to soothing sound of the monitors, only to realize the monitors were not a normal sound to wake up to. As she opened her eyes it took a minute to realize what had happened. She looked at the clock which was on 3 o’clock and judging by the darkness she saw through the window it was the middle of the night. “You’re awake.” She looked to the other side of her bed, not realizing he had been sitting there holding onto her hand “What are you doing here?” “You collapsed right in front of me, you didn’t think I’d just leave did you?” “I’m sorry.” “Don’t  be.” He assured her “You made a mistake that’s all, I’m just glad that you’re okay now.” “I meant for my behavior this week, I thought it would make it easier for myself to push you away.” She confessed “Would make what easier? Taking that job offer?” Neil was a little confused “You know I’d never hold you back, right? Park told me about it, it’s an amazing opportunity and you deserve it.” “I know you wouldn’t hold me back.” y/n removed her hand from his “But I would hold myself back, because of my feelings for you.” Maybe it were the drugs in her system that made it so easy to tell how she felt or maybe it was the fact that she was just attacked but she wasn’t afraid anymore. “Why didn’t you tell me?” “I was to scared to ruin our friendship, I know it’s such a cliché.” Neil couldn’t help but laugh “I don’t care if it’s cliché or not, I wish you told me sooner.” He took her hand in his once again. “Because I could have put your mind at ease, I like you y/n. I might even go as far as to say that I love you.” “Are you serious?” “I am.” He promised “And that doesn’t change if you take another job. It anything it would make things easier, since we wouldn’t have any problems with HR.” Y/n laughed for a short moment before wincing in pain “We’ll talk about this later over a dinner, okay? Right now you have to rest and get better.”

[navalcriminalimagines]

from NYC to DC

request: I was hoping to request a Barbra x reader where the reader and him have a really bad break up (honey make it angst asf I’m in the mood for that atm lmao don’t know why ) and they transfer because of it to NCIS (ouuuu cross over ) and they are happy and with her son/daughter.

author’s note: anon, again, thank you for your request!!! i hope you’ll have as much fun as i had writing this! that’s definitely not how i pictured it at first but inspo kept coming along the way!! maybe... just maybe, if you guys want it, i could make this a series... if you’re interested :) 

words: 4,840

warnings: making out, slight smut, betray, cheating

tags: @averyhotchner​

6 weeks.

6 weeks since you and your husband hasn’t been intimate. And it was way too long for you.

You and Rafael had been together for almost 9 years, married for 5, with a 4 years old little boy. Your record with any sexual activity was 3 months and to be fair, it was after you gave birth to Eduardo.

It’s been 6 weeks now, you had no idea why and you couldn’t wait another day. When you arrived at the office, you let your boss know you were taking your afternoon off. There’s nothing your team can’t take care of, so he agreed.

Right after, you texted your mother-in-law Lucia, asking her if she could take Edu for the night, maybe until Sunday. The plan was not to leave the bed and your husband’s naked body until you had to.

Before going home, you stopped to buy some lingerie. Tonight needs to be perfect, and what’s better than surprising your husband with new spicy lingerie?

You spent the afternoon cleaning the apartment, cooking Rafael’s favorite Cuban dish and preparing yourself. You looked at yourself in the mirror, with the lingerie on, wondering if you were the problem. Is he not attracted to you anymore? Obviously your body changed after you gave birth, but it never seemed to bother him before. Why now? Rafael never left you this long without touching and kissing your body, letting you know how much he loves you and wants you. Why doesn’t he do that anymore? What’s wrong with you?

A bit before 6, you texted your husband, asking what time he’s coming home. That’s something you often do, so there would be no surprise there.

Dunno, 8 maybe. He answered. But you couldn’t until 8.

Edu’s asking for you... could you make it for dinner? You sent.

Sure :)

Perfect. You made last minute prep before he got there. You curled your long hair just like he loves it, you only had mascara on, to make your blue eyes look bigger. You heard him coming home and looked at yourself one last time in the mirror. If nothing happens, something’s really wrong, you told yourself.

Rafael had a confused look on his face. His son was nowhere to find, the apartment smelled like ropa vieja. Candles were lit, and a bottle of wine was waiting on the coffee table. “Y/N?” He called.

“Hey handsome!” You emerged from the hallway, with a smile on your face. You looked gorgeous. You had Rafael’s favorite green dress on, his heart sunk. He stopped breathing for a moment.

“Wait, what day it is?” He asked.

“No particular day, Raf, don’t worry,” you chuckled and walked to him. “Just want a nice night with my husband,” you put your arms his neck and kissed him softly.

“Love the sound of that,” he smiled. “Love the smell too,” he kissed you again.

“I made your favorite,”

He laughed, “I wasn’t talking about the food. Although it does smell good. But I meant your scent,” Rafael gently kissed your shoulder and you heard him breath in your scent, “Victoria’s Secret bare vanilla,” he said, with his head hide in your neck.

“Oh! Talk dirty to me,” you chuckled. When he emerged from your neck, you took a moment to look at him, at his face, his eyes, his mouth... “I miss you, Raf,”

His eyebrows clenched together. “I’m here, amor. Always been,” he said.

“I know. I-it’s just—“ you shook your head, “Nevermind. Wine?” You offered and he nodded.

The night began well. You had small talks over dinner, Rafael enjoyed the dish you made. “It gets better every time,” he told you. But things went south pretty quickly when you took him to the bedroom. You made him sit on the edge of the bed and started to undress in front of him. “¡Coño!” You heard him. You smiled and continued the show until you were in your lingerie. “New?” He asked and you nodded.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said. He sat on his lap and started to kiss him deeply. You felt his hands on your body and gosh how you missed his touch and his kisses.

You couldn’t feel his crotch growing between your legs. You didn’t think further about it first, and you laid him down on the bed. You unhooked his belt, undid his button and put his pants down. You softly touched him through the fabric, waiting for his cock to react. Still nothing. Rafael wasn’t looking at you anymore, he was focused on the ceiling, as if he was wanting for this to be over.

“You okay over there?” You asked, a bit worried.

“Yeah, yeah. Keep going,” he answered.

You did as he said. You freed his cock and went to suck him. You did everything you usually do but nothing. There was no reaction. “Rafael? Something’s wrong?” You were already frustrated and it was getting worse.

“Lo siento, amor. I don’t know what’s happening,” Rafael sat back on the bed and put his boxer brief back on. He had a very sad look on the bed. You were lost. Is he really not attracted to you anymore? You sat in front of him, held his hand and tried to avoid the tears that were threatening to come out.

“Talk to him, my love. Do you not want me anymore?” You asked.

“No! Of course not! I do,” he interjected.

“I want to believe you but—your body says otherwise,” you said. “It never happened before, no matter how exhausted you were,”

He sighed but stayed silent. You saw a single tear running down his cheek. You closed the gap between you and your husband and hugged him. Rafael had his face buried in your chest, and you felt he was crying. “Baby, tell me what’s going on, please,” you begged.

“I’m so sorry, amor,” he cried, “so sorry,” he repeated.

“What for? Tell me,” you softly grabbed his face in your hand and forced him to look at you. “What are you sorry for?” You asked again. Still crying, he opened his mouth to talk but closed it immediately. “Rafael, please,” you begged again.

“It meant nothing, Y/N. It was a stupid mistake, one terribly stupid mistake and I feel so bad,” understanding what it was trying to tell you, you let go off his hands, taking an inch away from him. Disgust was obvious on your face. But you couldn’t say anything, this can’t be true. It can’t be happening. “Amor, I swear—“

“Shut up!” You exclaimed. There was so many things going through your mind at this very moment, you didn’t even know where to begin. Your heart was beating so fast, you swore it was coming out off your chest. Rafael tried to grab your hands but you swapped them away.

“Who?” You choked up.

“Does it matter?”

You stood up and started to put your clothes back on. “You bet your ass it does! I wanna know who that bitch is! You’ll take care of your case later! But don’t put your hopes high, you ruined our fucking marriage!”

“No, no!” Rafael interjected and jumped from the bed. He grabbed your arms to stop you from putting a sweater on. Your whole body was shaking from anger. Rafael saw something in your eyes he never saw before. Indeed, he knew he ruined the relationship. “There’s a way I can make you forgive me. It has to. We can’t—“

“We can’t what, Rafael?” You snapped. “End our relationship? Destroy our marriage, our family? I believe that’s what you did!” You pushed him aside so you could walk out of the bedroom. Rafael briefly lost his balance and found himself on the bed but he immediately went back on his feet and followed you. He grabbed you by your waist, preventing you from going further. He didn’t have time to say something, “I can’t believe I’ve been so stupid!” You weren’t really talking to your husband, but more letting your anger out, “Here I was, trying to understand what was happening. Asking myself why we didn’t have sex for weeks, thinking it was maybe my fault, that something was wrong with me, or with my body— I spent the entire afternoon preparing this night, so we could find each other again, so that it was just us. Just you and me—“ Rafael was holding you from behind, you didn’t have the strength to fight his grip. You were both crying, “I can’t believe you did this, Rafael. And for what? To empty your fucking balls?”

“I know I have no excuses,” Rafael had buried his head in your back, still holding you. He didn’t want to let go off you. He was scared that if he let you go, you would never come back. Maybe he was onto something. “I don’t know why I did it. I want to say it was because of alcohol, because I had a few drinks but, it doesn’t change anything, I know it,”

“You damn right it doesn’t,” you said, still crying. His hands were locked in your front, you took a look at his wedding band. How could he ruin your vows? Your promises?

“Please, amor,” this made you lose it. Being a federal agent makes you much stronger than him, so you didn’t struggle to get out off his arms.

“Do not ‘amor’ me, Rafael. You lost that right. You lost when you fucked that bitch. Hell, you lost it when your lips—“ you couldn’t finish your sentence. That thought of him with someone else makes you sick in your stomach. Rafael could see it on your face.

“I will do anything to make you forgive me, Y/N. I swear—“ he paused. “do you want me to get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness? Cause I’ll do it,” you saw him starting to kneel.

“Don’t even—“ you warned him and he stopped on his tracks. “We’ve been together for almost 10 years and you know me better than anyone. You know that cheating is a deal breaker,”

“Yes, I do. But—“ he tried.

“There’s no ‘but’, Rafael. I will never trust you again. I will never be able to look at you, to—kiss you or do anything, without thinking of what you did,”

“What does that mean?” He had this terribly sad look on his face, as if the world was ending. But it’s all on him. You can’t feel guilty about what you’re going to say.

“It’s over. We’re done,”

Rafael did beg for several minutes. At some point, he was getting so weak from the cries and the pain, he fell on his knees and held onto your waist. He apologized too many times you could count, he made promises, offers. He was willing to do anything so you could forgive him. But you couldn’t. Not now, not ever.

Neither of you slept that night. You couldn’t even look at him anymore. You didn’t know where to go, or what to do but you needed some fresh air. “Where you going?” Rafael asked when he saw you putting on your shoes.

“None of your damn business,” you slammed the door behind you.

After that, it all happened quickly. You did your best not to alarm your son but he noticed he wasn’t seeing his parents together anymore. You spent half your time at your best friend’s place. You focused on your job and your son, doing your best to avoid Rafael.

There was one thing you needed to know; who he cheated on you with. It didn’t take you long to figure out it was his coworker Olivia Benson. Rafael and you always made important not to mix professional and personal life, which is why you only met her a few times.

One night, you waited for her next to her car. You didn’t care she was a Lieutenant, and that you were in front of her precinct, just like you didn’t care when you saw that she wasn’t alone. Sonny Carisi was walking her to her car when you emerged from the dark.

“Mrs Barba, hey!” The detective greeted you, “if you’re looking for your husband, he’s not here. Also, what’s wrong with him lately? He’s been more annoying than usual,” he smiled.

“You’re about to find out, detective,” on those words, you didn’t think twice before throwing a punch right into Olivia’s jaw and nose. It put all your strength in it, she lost her balance and thankfully for her, Sonny caught her. Was he supposed to arrest you? What was happening? “Next time you want to screw up with an ADA, chose a single one. But don’t worry now, he fucking is,” you just said and left.

“Lieu, what do I—?” Sonny asked, confused.

“Let her go, Carisi,” Olivia answered, holding her bloody nose, “You better not say a single word about this. To anyone,”

“How’s my favorite New Yorker agent?” Tobias Fornell greeted you with a hug. All the people you work with notice that something was wrong but no one dared to ask. You met Tobias a few years ago on the job, you immediately hit it off and he became a close friend. So close that it’s in his arms that you let go your pain, and cried every tear you had left. “Not so great, apparently,” he whispered. Fornell let you cry and calm down in his arms. “Wanna talk about it?”

You explained everything during a coffee break. A part of him wanted to go find and beat the crap out of Rafael. He probably would have done it if you didn’t have a little boy with him. Edu doesn’t deserve to see his father with cuts and bruises.

“What do you want to do now?” He asked.

“I have no idea. I need some time away from New York I think. Everything here makes me thing of him and I—I can’t deal with it,”

“Will ‘some time away’ be enough? I mean—if you’re up for a big change, NCIS team is one man down,”

At first, you refused. You weren’t ready for a change that big... until you broke into tears in front of a theater on Broadway, where Rafael took you for your first date. You couldn’t stay in New York. So you called Tobias and asked if NCIS had found someone. They hadn’t.

Since the breakup, you just dropped Eduardo in front of the apartment’s door, waited for Rafael to open and immediately left. This time you got in, to your husband’s surprise. His hopes went straight back up. You asked your son to go into his bedroom for a moment so you could talk with Rafael.

“How are you?” He asked, not sure it was the right move.

“Let’s not do that. I just want to let you know I’m moving to DC. With Edu—“

“Wait, what? No, there’s no—“

“I’m not asking for your permission, Rafael. I’m telling you. You’ll see your son every time you want to, DC is just a 3 hours train ride, okay? I can’t stay here. Not only you ruined our marriage, our family but you also ruined New York for me,”

“I—I can understand that, Y/N. But DC? Can’t you move somewhere I can see my son right after work if I want to?”

“Work opportunity,” you answered.

“What if I want him to stay here with me? And that you’re the one to comes on weekend to see him?” Rafael was on papa bear mode. He starts to understand you won’t ever forgive him, and he’s willing to accept it, no matter how bad it hurts. It’s all on him. But taking his son away? That’s a total different thing.

“If that’s what you want, hire a fucking lawyer. I’m leaving next week,”

Before you left the apartment you and Rafael shared for years, the apartment where Edu spent the first four years of his life, you did something that broke his heart for good. You left your wedding band on the coffee table.

* * *

Fornell welcomed you and your son in his house until you found a place of your own. You had a babysitter on demand with Emily. Eduardo likes her a lot already.

“Who is she again?” Tony asked his boss.

“A friend of Fornell. She was a FBI agent in New York, and now she’s with us,”

“You owned him something?” 

Tony quickly regretted judging you without meeting you first. He didn’t like the idea of a complete stranger joining the team, but a few hours after your arrival, he knew he was wrong. You are lovable and you know your job. “Let’s go downstairs so you can meet Abby, Ducky and Palmer,” Gibbs told you and you followed him. Never in the world you had such a warm welcoming as the one Abby gave you. “I made this for you,” she offered you a sweater, “And Fornell told me your son loves to play to dress up, so I made him--this,” she showed off a dress that looked a little gothie. “It was one of my dress that I don’t wear anymore. I made a few adjustments and hopefully, it will suit--Eduardo?” 

“Yes, but everybody calls him Edu. When I call him Eduardo, he knows it’s trouble,” you chuckled and took the dress from her, “He is going to love it! Thank you so much, Abigail, you didn’t have too,” 

“Wow, she called me Abigail,” she said, looking at Gibbs. “Only Ducky does. But I can get used to it, coming from you too,” she smiled. 

The next day you showed her a picture of Edu wearing the dress. Indeed he was loving it, he asked to sleep with it. 

As you were looking for apartment, you realized you could actually make a dream of yours come true and buy a house. Your own house. New York didn’t give this opportunity. The houses the city had to offer didn’t look like real houses to you, that’s why you agreed with Rafael on buying an apartment on Park Avenue. But this was a new life. This is the time. You started to settle up, to know how much you could loan to the bank. Considering you had to buy every fourniture, a new car, and have something to eat in the fridge, it appeared impossible. For a moment you regretted no asking for an alimony and you growled at yourself.

“Everything okay over there?” you heard Gibbs asking from his desk. It was 9pm and you and him were the only ones left.

“Why are property prices so high?” you asked and you heard him chuckle.

“That’s why I’m glad I bought my house years ago,” Gibbs stood up and walked up to your desk. “Want to buy a place?” 

“I thought it could be the time, but when I see the prices, everything I have to buy and my salary--it doesn’t match,” 

“No alimony?” 

“Hell no. Rafael wanted to, at least for Edu, but I told him that if he wants to give money to his son, he can do it when he’s visiting and put it on his bank account,” 

“Your 4 years old has a bank account?” Gibbs smiled.

“For when he’ll be older, yeah. We never know what can happened,” 

Your boss took a quick look at your computer, “What about that house?” he said. You were looking for houses on sell online, you stopped on a house. Not for what it looked like but for the price.

“It’s a smoking ruin, Gibbs. I clicked on it because that’s the best I can actually pay for,” you showed him the pictures of the house. 

“With some handy work, we can make something of it,” he said.

“We?” 

“You, me, Fornell, and probably the rest of the team if you ask them,”

“That ain’t gonna happen,” 

Turns out, the next day when you arrived in the bullpen, everyone was there, looking at the screen. “’Grab your gear’?” you said, approaching your fairly new team. 

“More like ‘buy the house’,” Abby interjected. You understood and shoot a glare at your boss, who was smiling. “So--all the wood works definitely go to Gibbs, Bishop said she’s good with the painting. McGee and I can do the floors,” 

“I can take care of the bathroom, I redid ours,” Jimmy spoke up. 

“Autopsy gremlin--that’s very unexpected,” 

You watched them talking about the house for a moment. Your new team was planning to spend many weekends working a house you haven’t buy yet. Who are those people? You only met them weeks ago, and they are acting like...a family. That thought brought so many feelings inside you. You excused yourself and ran to the ladies room. “I got it,” Gibbs said the team and joined you. Thankfully there was no lady in there. You were crying over the sink and Gibbs gently took your hand and brought you in his arms. 

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked. 

“That--what’s happening over there. It’s wrong,” 

“Gonna need a little more info,” 

You rise from his arms and looked at him, “There’s no way all of you are ruining your days off to help me,” 

“We want to,” he spoke for everyone.

“But--why? Why would you do that?” 

“Because that’s what families do, Y/N. Simple as that,” you looked down at your first, trying not to cry again.

“Rafael has been my only family, ever,” you confessed. 

“Figured that out. Let us become your new family,” 

You nodded, unsure of what is actually meant. “Damn you for reading my file,” Gibbs chuckled and invited you to go back to the team. 

After many appointments for weeks, the house was finally yours. And on the team’s first day off after you got the keys, everyone showed up in used clothes. “Let’s get dirty!” Abby exclaimed, getting in your house. It was yours. That’s something you never thought would happen. Especially after the past months. 

Ducky became the boss on that project. He made to-do lists and assigned the missions. Gibbs was in charge of the wooden floors, Bishop and Abby went painting upstairs. As he said, Jimmy assigned himself to the bathroom. Tony and McGee worked on the minor repairs, and you were the floating agent. Going where you were needed. 

In the afternoon, Tobias showed up with Emily and Edu. Your son was wearing a overalls with doc martens and a baseball cap above his long dark hair. His fashion choices never stop to amaze you. “Mami!” he jumped into your arms. “Is it done yet?” he asked, excitingly. 

“Oh no, baby! I told you we still have to stay with uncle Toby and Em for a while,” 

You never had someone close enough to you and your son so that Edu would actually call them “Uncle” or “Aunt”. Now that’s what he’s doing with the entire team. “Can I see my bedroom?” 

You took him upstairs to his future bedroom. Ellie and Abby were painting the walls. “Edu! I love your overalls,” Abby exclaimed.

“I love yours aunt Abby,” 

“Wanna help the girls, baby?” you offered and Edu happily accepted. You went downstairs, helping Gibbs with the floor and your son stayed with your coworkers. 

“I don’t want my room to be white!” 

“Oh don’t worry, sweetie! We have to paint it white first and then you’ll choose the colors you want,” Bishop told Edu.

“Purple and green,” 

“That’s an interesting mix,” Abby smiled.

“Mamiiii!” Edu came running to you, “I’m gonna have a disney wall in my room!” 

“What?!” 

“Aunt Ellie said so,” 

You looked at Bishop who was standing right behind and she explained that she has a friend that will do it. For free. How amazing are those people. 

For weeks, the entire team spent at least all their sundays working in the house. It was going really well. The house was becoming a home. Your home. Yours and your son. The guys were building the furniture you had already bought, Gibbs was taking care of the kitchen with Tobias, Jimmy was still working on the bathroom with Ducky’s help and Ellie and Abby was taking care of the final touches. Edu was having fun with Emily in the backyard. 

“Phone!” everyone heard Gibbs shouting. All the phones were on the kitchen counter and Tobias checked the one that was ringing. When he saw “Rafael” written on it, he called for you. You answered and went on the porch in front the house. 

“Mami and I just arrived in DC, we’re staying for the weekend. Can I pick up Edu?” Rafael asked over the phone.

“I--yeah sure. I’m sending you the address,” 

You and Rafael only talk for your son. Edu told him you have a new house but Rafael doesn’t know you actually bought it. Your husband hears a lot about the team, Edu is fond of them. On one side, he likes that Edu is enjoying living in DC and the other side, he hates it. He wishes you and his son would come back. That you would forgive him from cheating on you. 

For several weeks after you left, Rafael considered moving to DC too. To be close to his son obviously but also hoping it would make you change your mind, or at least realized he’s willing to do anything for you. But he came to the conclusion it was a bad idea. You moved to get away from him, he had to respect that. 

Rafael and Lucia arrived in front of your house. You noticed the car through the window and told Edu his father was there. The little boy ran from the backyard to his father and his grandmother. “I miss you so much, cariño,” Rafael said, holding his son tight. 

You went out of the house to greet your ex mother-in-law, “Hola mija, it’s good to see you,” she said. You hadn’t seen her since you left DC months ago. 

“Papi, I have a disney wall in my room! Wanna see it?” 

Rafael looked at you for approval and you gave it. The four of you walked inside the house. The first people Rafael saw, were Tony and Tim. Tony had his thumb in his mouth, “What the hell did you do DiNozzo?” you asked.

“He took his thumb for the screw,” Tim laughed and so did Edu.

“Oh, you think it’s funny, little cubano?” Tony told your son, playfully. 

“Uh-oh,” you heard Edu say. He knew he was in trouble. He started to run in the house, chased by Tony. “Sorry,” you mouthed to Rafael, who stayed silent. What the hell did he do? Not only he lost you but you changed, and his son too. He lost his family, for good. He watched his boy getting grab by a man with silver hair. The guy gave a gentle kick to the one that was chasing Edu. 

“Thank you uncle Gibbs,” 

“Always, my bud,” 

Being his over dramatic self, Tony was on the floor, holding his stomach. “Boss has a new favorite, I’m gonna die,” 

“Cause you thought you once were my favorite?” Gibbs snapped. 

“Bye cruel world,” Tony said, holding his chest and pretending to die. Edu took advantages of it and jumped on the italian agent. “Okay, I’m alive again,” 

You and Rafael were watching them until you felt his hand on your arm. You looked at him, “Can we talk outside, por favor?” he asked. You told Lucia to sit on a chair and you joined Rafael on the porch’s stairs. “You look good,” he started to say. “Not just physically. You look like you’re in a good place with your life,”

“I am,” you agreed. 

“I’m glad. If you’re happy, I’m happy,” 

“Go to the point, Rafael,” 

“I’m dating Olivia,” he confessed. 

“Son of a--” you exclaimed but realized the house’s door was open. “Are you fucking serious, right now?” 

“Why do you care? Which one are you dating? ‘Uncle Tony’? ‘Uncle Tim’? ‘Uncle Gibbs’? Huh?” 

You were furious. For many reasons. He was dating someone before you even did, and moreover, it’s the woman he cheated on you with. That’s the ultimate betrayal to you. 

“One second,” you showed your finger in the air and went back inside the house. You came back a moment later, followed by Gibbs. You dragged him outside the house and stood right in front of Rafael. You took a breath and kissed Gibbs. All teeth and tongues. Right under your husband’s eyes. Your boss definitely didn’t fight you. He actually deepen the kiss, holding you by your waist, making your body arch. 

Tony was the first to see it - of course - and he called Tim. They were like kids watching their dad kissing the new beautiful woman of the neighborhood. You and Gibbs broke apart when you heard Rafael calling for Eduardo. 

“We will definitely talk about that later,” Gibbs told you.

[lust-for-imagines]

Reaction – You feel insecure during sex

a/n: aaaand I’m back!!! I’m officially done with uni! Sorry I’ve been away for so long! Two people requested this one, so thanks to both anons!!

***mentions of smut, lots of dirty talking***

Seokjin

Date night was soon forgotten as soon as Seokjin saw what you were wearing. In a matter of minutes you were grinding on each other on the couch, small pants filling the room. “Hmm, Y/N. You’re making me so turned on, baby. I wanna have you right here in the living room.” “Wait… let’s go to the bedroom.” “But I want to see you sprawled on the couch under me, doesn’t that sound good?” His voice was muffled as he attacked your neck with kisses and soft bites. “No, it’s too light in here.” “Exactly. I love being able to see every inch of your body.” You sat up, slightly pushing him away. “Well… that’s the issue. I'd feel a little exposed like that…” “Aww, Y/N, there’s no need for you to feel like that, baby. Your body is so beautiful, I just wanna worship you properly.”

Yoongi

“I’m so hungry for you, baby.” Yoongi whispered against your neck. His kisses started a trail from your lips, and you knew exactly where they were headed. “I wanna make you feel good, Y/N. I'm gonna make you cum using just my mouth.” His filthy words were filling you with want and need, but you were still feeling a little uncomfortable deep down. Yoongi always brought out your confidence, but sometimes your insecurities still took over. “Wait, don’t. Not today.” “Did something happen?” “It’s silly, but I have razor burn so I look really ugly down there.” He was looking at you attentively, then pressed a kiss on your cheek. “Baby, razor burn or not, you always look amazing. Now let me treat you right.”

Hoseok

As soon as Hoseok’s hands found the hem of your shirt, you knew you were done for the night. The movie on the TV would become background noise as his fingers snaked through your skin, eager to meet your nipples. After playing with them for a bit, getting some moans out of you as a reward, he wanted nothing more than to take off your clothes and make love to you. You, however, stopped him from lifting your shirt, not wanting to have your stomach exposed. “What’s wrong, sunshine? Are you not in the mood?” He asked, giving you some space. “No, I’m very much in the mood… but can I keep my shirt on tonight?” “Of course you can, Y/N. But then I won’t be able to give you tummy kisses…” “Nooo, I love your tummy kisses! Fine! I’ll take it off!” You playfully surrendered. “I promise I’ll make it worth it.”

Namjoon

Namjoon arrived home later than usual, and found you on the couch scrolling through your phone. He kicked his shoes off and immediately laid his head on your lap, so you thought he was going to take a nap. A few minutes later, however, he was shifting awkwardly, burying his head on your thighs. He started to kiss and nibble on them, his breath hot and dangerously close to your crotch. “Your thighs are so nice and soft baby, they make me so horny.” He said with a deep, sultry voice. “Joon, my thighs are filled with stretch marks, they are not nice.” “Ah, please don’t say such nonsense. I’m gonna kiss every single one of your stretch marks until you learn how to love them. I want you to love yourself as much as I love you.”

Jimin

Jimin was an angel to you. He'd kiss away any insecurities and negative feelings you had about yourself. You knew that, deep inside, you'd never feel perfect, but you tried to hide that from Jimin since he was always so nice to you. Whenever you wanted to turn off the lights or keep your clothes on during sex - like tonight - he wouldn't question it. He wouldn't undress himself, so you wouldn't feel awkward about not being naked, and he'd dim the lights as much as he could, leaving just a flicker to be able to see your expressions as he made love to you. These nights he'd be more passionate and gentle with you, holding you close and telling you how perfect you were to him.

Taehyung

Taehyung surprising you by coming home early after tour was amazing. What wasn’t amazing, however, was the fact that he had arrived extremely horny, and you didn’t have time to take a shower or trim down there, so you didn’t feel very desirable. As soon as he entered the door, he was undressing himself and had his hands all over you. You reached for the light switch as you entered the bedroom, but missed as he was kissing you hard, guiding you towards the bed. "Just give me a second, I need to turn the lights off." "No babe, I missed you so much, I can't spend another second away from you." He punctuated his words with a kiss. "Me too, Tae, but I didn't have time to prep myself for sex, and I'm a little stinky and-" He cut your words with another kiss. "Then let's shower together, Y/N. I'm gonna make you feel even dirtier."

Jungkook

Jungkook was an ass man. Whenever you had your back turned towards him, he’d come behind you and slap or knead your cheeks. You, on the other hand, felt very self-conscious about said ass: it was jiggly, had some cellulite, and it wasn’t the perfect size. So when you were making out tonight and his hands went straight to your behind, you couldn't help but squirm under his hug, trying to escape. "I'm sorry, did I do something?" He asked with his big puppy eyes. "It's not what you did, it's what you were about to do." "Oh, I thought you liked it when I squeezed your ass. I mean, it's my favorite thing to do." You laughed at his playful statement. "Don't you think my ass is weird?" "Weird? Baby, please. It's the eight wonder of the world, a gift from heaven, the best-" "Okay, I get it!" You interrupted him, your stomach aching from laughing so hard. "Now come back here so I can enjoy this beautiful ass."

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Cloacked Heart | Jackson Avery

Requested by anon:  Hi😊💕 Are you taking requests? Also, I wanna tell you that your works are very good💯👏👏👌🏻 and then, I was thinking on using “Oh, do you ever shut up?”; “You can call me whenever you want.. Even if you don’t have a reason to.”; “Tell me I’m wrong.” where the reader is DeLuca's sister and gets to work for the first time with Jackson but they don't get very well at first :) xx

Word count: 2.7k

Warning: none

Note: not my gif! kinda enemies to lovers

Thank you so much, darling! It really means the world to me :) Hope you like it xx

#11 - ‘Oh, do you ever shut up?’

#46 - ‘You can call me whenever you want.. Even if you don’t have a reason to.’

#67 - ‘Tell me I’m wrong.’

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Today was your third week at your new job. Thanks to your brother Andrew, you got in at Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital. Before, you worked in a hospital on the other side of the country which you thoroughly enjoyed but due to staff cuts, you had to leave. Being incredibly good at what you do, you got offered some jobs but none of them interested you. So Andrew spoke to his superior and got you a job as an attending in OB/GYN. Your sister Carina worked in OB/GYN also, so that’s where your fascination and passion for this specialty came from.

‘Hey, Y/N! How’s moving in going?’ Arizona asked, handing you a coffee. You took a sip and let the hot beverage slip down your throat. Warmth spread through your whole body as you enjoyed the bitter taste on your tongue.

‘It’s going okay, actually. All I need to do is paint the walls and I’m done,’ you nodded contently. Moving in was less stressful than you thought it would be, thanks to your newly made friends here at Grey Sloan. Arizona was the first person Andrew introduced you to and since he’s her roommate and head of Ped’s, you knew you would most likely see each other more.

‘Cool! Hey, you wanna come over for dinner on friday? I’ll kick Andrew out and we can have a girls night. If you want I’ll invite the other girls too,’ she said, pointing to the three sisters at the end of the hallway who waved at you.

‘Yeah, that would be fun. If it’s not a bother to you, that is,’ you said. You hated being a bother to anyone and always did your best to keep to yourself. Especially since you were new, you didn’t want to intrude. All of the staff seemed really close to each other by what you had seen so far.

‘Oh it’s no problem at all!’ she waved off, ‘And besides, after such a stressful time you deserve a glass of wine. Or bottle.’ She winked at you and left to check up on het patients. You knew you had surgery tonight, so you decided to lay down for a little in one of the on-call rooms. Thinking about your life before and now made you smile. The job you had was great, but they didn’t let you do what you did best; save lives and deliver babies. There was always someone who was better than you or stole your patients. It was unfair and definitely uncalled for, but being here made you feel appreciated and welcomed. You hadn’t met everyone yet, but so far you got along with everyone.

You heard a knock on the door and got up. It was one of the interns who told you the surgery had been moved to the afternoon. You decided to check on the patient before surgery, but someone already beat you to it. A man was talking to your patient. He was tall, muscular and had piercing blue eyes. You knew it was Jackson Avery, as you had seen on the board earlier today, but you had yet to meet the man. Your breath hitched for a moment and that caught the attention of both your patient and the still unknown man.

‘Hi, sorry to interrupt. I’m doctor DeLuca. I’ll be performing your surgery with doctor Avery,’ you introduced yourself to the patient with a smile. She shook your hand and then turned her attention back to Jackson. He explained every step of the surgery. She was pregnant with twins, but her skin had been completely stretched out, making the continuation of the pregnancy very dangerous. You would deliver both babies safely while Jackson restored the skin. It wasn’t a risky procedure, but it did require some skills. Hence the two of you being here. Once he was done explaining, she felt safe enough and two interns took her to pre-op. You handed the tablet to one of the nurses, who you remembered was called Linda, and turned to Jackson.

‘I don’t believe we’ve met yet. I’m Y/N DeLuca, ’ you said with a smile and held out your hand for him to take. He shook it and nodded at you.

‘Jackson Avery. Let me be clear straight away. Don’t try anything funny with me or anyone in this hospital. This hospital is funded with the money I provided, so this placed is owned by me, no matter what anyone says. I can kick you out as easily as you came in. So, let’s do this surgery, because I have more to do today.’ Not waiting for an answer, he turned around and left to prep for surgery. You stared at him until he left and shook yourself out of your haze. What crawled up his ass and died?

When you tried to leave, you bumped into Andrew.

‘Hey, Annie,’ you asked, hearing him groan behind you. You had called him that since you caught him singing along to Annie: The Musical one night. He hated it ever since, but after doing it for so long his actual name sounded weird so you just kept using it. ‘Is Jackson always such an ass?’ You turned around and watched his face turn into a frown.

‘No.. most of the time he’s the nicest guy around, why?’ he asked. He saw you frowning and stepped towards you, placing a hand on your shoulder. ‘Did he do something?’ 

Your sister was older than you and he was younger, making you the middle child, but he always protected you like an older brother. Whenever you felt sad or angry, you came to him first before anyone else.

‘No, nothing happened. I just introduced myself and he started going on about me not trying anything funny here because he could kick me out if he wanted to,’ you mumbled.

‘Hmm.. maybe he has a bad day? I can talk to him if you want me to?’

‘No, it’s okay. I’ve got surgery with him, so I’ll talk to him. I gotta go, see you tonight?’ you asked. He nodded and smiled. 

‘Goodluck, peanut! Page me if you need anything.’

You scrubbed, changed into different clothes and stared operating. You could see how tense Jackson still was, so you tried to lighten the mood.

‘So, Jackson, how long have you been here for?’ you asked. Your hands worked flawlessly and Jackson noticed. He was pissed off at someone new coming to work at the hospital again, thinking it would only cause more drama again, but you seemed actually nice and talented. It sparked a little jealousy in him that he hadn’t felt before.

‘Long enough,’ he grumbled. You couldn’t help but notice how attractive he was. His eyebrows were furrowed and he watched the skin he worked on closely. You had seen his work before and it was incredible.

‘Okay, well..’ you started, ‘Not to kiss your ass or anything, but I think you’re a great surgeon and I am really looking forward to working with you more in the future.’

There was no response as you continued on delivering the babies. You soon delivered a boy and shortly after a little girl.

‘There they are. Please take them to either doctor Robins or Karev. They’ll check up on them and inform the parents. I’ll be right there,’ you told the interns with a smile and they quickly left.

‘That was really nice, you know.. Saving the hospital and all. I couldn’t-’ you got cut off by a load groan of Jackson.

‘Oh, do you ever shut up?’

Shocked at his sudden snap, your hands froze and your breath hitched. He seemed to be okay with what he said, since he just kept going. What you didn’t know was that he didn’t mean to snap. It was like he lost control over his mouth, because when the words left his lips, he was shocked himself. Snapping at a woman like that was very unlike him, so when you mumbled out a sorry, he wanted to apologize, but the words were stuck in his throat.

-

The ‘shut up’ incident had been almost a year ago. You had worked with him a few times after that and he talked to you more often now, but luckily Arizona offered to take your surgeries with him so you could take over hers. She had truly been your best friend since you started at Grey Sloan, besides April. The three of you got along incredibly well and you even went out for dinner once a month. Andrew and you had switched apartments, so you now lived with Arizona and he lived in your apartment.

It was saturday and you were about to leave, but you wanted to check on you patient Amy one last time before she left. She was allowed to leave tomorrow and you had the day off, so you wouldn’t see her anymore. Sofia was 18 and was now a mother of a healthy baby girl. Her parents refused to see her as they were religious and didn’t approve of their daughter having sex before marriage. So you kind of took her under your wing until she left.

‘How are you holding up?’ you asked her, sitting on the end of her bed. She smiled at the little peanut laying on her chest as she wrapped her little hand around Amy’s finger. 

‘I’m okay. I guess all the cliché’s are true. Whenever I look at her everything just falls away. I’m going to be okay. We will be okay. I know we are,’ she spoke and you felt extremely proud of her. When she came in, she was terrified, alone and hurt. Now, she was all grown up and not scared of what the future would bring.

‘I’m proud of you, Amy. I really am. You have my number, so if anything happens or if you need anything, just give me a call, okay?’ She nodded and you hugged her goodbye. You caressed the little girl over the head and was about to leave when suddenly her heartbeat picked up and she started seizing. You took the child away as you yelled at nurses to help you, but to no avail. She had a heart attack and didn’t survive. The baby was taken away to the pediatric wing and her body was taken to the morgue. You sat in the middle of the room, staring at the place Amy laid alive and smiling just a little over an hour ago. Your bottom lip trembled and you could feel your throat closing up as you choked back a sob.

Jackson was about to leave too, when he saw you sitting alone in an empty room quietly crying to yourself. He glanced around to see if anyone knew what you were doing there, but when he saw no one even noticed you were sitting on your own, he stepped in. 

‘What are you doing here?’ he softly asked you. He noticed you tensing up, but something inside him told him you needed someone to be there for you. Clearly you were shaken up, so he couldn’t just leave you here alone. He grabbed a chair and sat down next to you. He followed your gaze and it didn’t take long for him to realise you’d lost a patient.

‘How old was she?’ he whispered. You let out a shaky breath and wiped away your tears.

‘Eighteen. Heart attack,’ you whispered back, your voice breaking. His heart clenched when he saw you so broken. You always wandered and skipped around the halls, a smile on your face and carrying positivity with you everywhere you went. Seeing tears falling down your cheeks and a frown on your face was nothing like you.

‘I’m sorry,’ he said, placing a hand on your thigh. You felt a spark of electricity flow through your body and turned to face him. His eyes held remorse and his eyebrows were furrowed in worry.

‘I’m sorry too.’

You two sat like this for a few minutes. Sitting in silence cleared your head. You enjoyed Jackson’s company and it made you feel safe and warm to know he wanted to know if you were okay.

‘Come on. I’ll take you home,’ he offered, holding out his hand for you to take. You gladly took it and placed the chairs back on their spots. You got in his expensive car and silently drove to Arizona’s and your place. When you arrived, you didn’t get out right away.

‘Thank you Jackson. You didn’t have to do that, wait for me, I mean. But thank you for waiting and being there. I appreciate it,’ you told him, not daring to look him in the eyes. You could see him nod in the corner of your eye.

‘No problem. If you need anyone, you can call me whenever you want.. Even if you don’t have a reason to.’ 

Your heart fluttered at his words and you blushed. He reached out for your hand and kissed the top of it.

‘Goodnight, Jackson. Thanks again.’

-

Three years you had been working here. Since the passing of your patient, you and Jackson got along surprisingly well. Others seemed to notice as well, because both of you got invited to parties and dinners more, because you finally could be in a room with each other without one killing the other. Either of you were unaware of the feelings you shared for each other, that seemed to increase more every day.

‘Hey Jackson, wanna come over for dinner tonight? Arizona is out and I don’t wanna sit alone all night,’ you asked him, flopping down on the couch next to him. He seemed to ignore you as he continued playing on his phone.

‘Jackson? Are you okay?’ you asked again, this time softer and turning your body to look at him. You saw him swallow thickly and nervously play with his beard. It felt like a slap to the face when he ignored you. After three years you could finally have a decent conversation and now he was shutting you out again..? It simply didn’t make sense.

‘Did I do something wrong?’ you whispered. You swallowed the lump in your throat and Jackson finally looked up at you. He had to say it. It was now or never.

‘Tell me I’m wrong,’ he stated. His eyes held fear as he looked you in the eyes.

‘Wrong about what?’ you asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. ‘Jackson, what’s going on?’ Placing a hand on his knee, his eyes flickered from your hand to your face.

‘Tell me I’m right to believe you share the same feelings I have for you,’ he breathed out. Your heart beat loudly in your ears and you felt like he could hear it. He placed his hand over yours that laid on his knee and interwined your hands. You couldn’t believe it. Taking you silence as an answer, he chuckled bitterly and let go of your hand.

‘I guess I was wrong,’ he mumbled, standing up. You quickly stood up too.

‘I want to tell you you’re wrong, but that would be a lie. And I can’t lie; not to you. I actually wanted to tell you the same. Tonight. If you wanted to of course.’ You stumbled over your words as you tried to tell him how you felt. He chuckled at your rambling and he cut you short by placing a hand in your neck and pulling you against him, kissing you softly. His lips were soft and full and he smelled amazing. You closed your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck and standing in your tip toes to pull him closer.

‘Only if it’s a date and I cook for you,’ he whispered against your lips. You giggled and nodded, making him smile.

‘I’m sure we can arrange that.’

You leaned in again, but froze when you heard a voice behind you.

‘Oh come on! Not you too. Now I’ve lost both my sisters to my co-workers. I shouldn’t have offered you the job, damn it,’ Andrew grumbled.

‘Oh, shut it Annie. Your time will come,’ you called after him, earning a middle finger in return, making you and Jackson giggle.

[a-vast-african-plain]

Letting Off Steam

Pairing: Bill Williamson/f!Reader

Rating: NSFW

Word count: 1,546

Tags: Rough sex

Notes: Hey! I’m pretty sure this is the same anon twice, so if I’m right: I promise I didn’t forget about you! It’s been a busy couple of weeks and I haven't had much chance to write, but still, I’m sorry this took so long! I hope you like it.

Bill returned to your little temporary camp that night red faced and fuming. Dismounting with a huff, he started tying up Brown Jack, not even looking in your direction.

You moved from your place at the campfire to stand in front of him, concerned.

“I take it it didn’t go well?”

He scoffed. “No. Somebody recognized me from a wanted poster ‘n chased me out of town. We’re gonna have t’ lie low for a bit.”

You made a sympathetic noise, placing a hand on his shoulder, but he moved away from your touch, still mad at himself. Your brow furrowed.

“Bill, it’s okay, I promise.”

He shook his head. “No it ain’t! This was your tip and it was a damn good one too. I just had to go and get myself seen and fuck it up for the both of us.”

“That wasn’t your fault. We can stay out of sight for a few days and then head back to camp. All that matters to me is that you’re okay.”

He was silent, still not meeting your eyes.

“Bill-”

“I just-” he interrupted. “I need-” He scowled and shook his head, unable to express what he was thinking.

He made a frustrated noise and gave up trying to speak, grabbing you by the waist, pulling you close and kissing you roughly. You made a muffled noise of surprise as he licked at the seam of your lips before you relaxed and parted them, your eyes closing as he kissed you deeper.

After a few moments you separated, breathing heavily. Bill squeezed your hips, leaning his forehead against your own. “Can I…?”

You were pressed flush against him and you could feel his cock hardening, tenting his pants. A small smile came to your face as you finally realized what he was asking for. You pushed your hips against his.

“Yes.”

He didn’t hesitate, scooping you up with ease and carrying you over to your shared bedroll as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He laid you down underneath him, kissing you hard again as you arched your back to press up against his broad chest.

Bill was one of the strongest men you’d ever met and he liked to show it off around you, especially during sex. He knew you loved it too, being manhandled and placed wherever he wanted you.

His hands slid to your hips to grab the waistband of your skirt and yank it down, taking your undergarments with it. He practically tore them off, throwing them to the side and helping you out of the rest of your clothes until you were bare in front of him. He pulled you to him and put a large, warm hand between your legs. He slipped one thick finger into you, a second one following soon after as he fingered you quick and rough, stretching you out and preparing you to take his cock. His thumb rubbed circles against your clit exactly how you liked it, the motions made smooth by your slick. You moaned, grasping the front of his shirt and pulling it off as he shrugged out of it.

Bill was a coarse man, but he had always been gentle with you. He usually treated you like you were made of glass, like you would break if he touched you too roughly. Now though? Now he was touching you like he was feral, like he needed you right now and you loved it.

You watched as he undid his belt and took out his cock, fat and flushed deep red, a bit of precum dripping from the tip. He stroked himself a few times, looking at you underneath him, your eyes hooded and your chest rising up and down. As he watched, you looked him in the eye and spread your legs wide for him. He growled, deep and animalistic as he leaned over you and rutted his cock against your cunt, letting your arousal slick him up before he pushed into you.

He’d prepped you enough to take him, but Bill was a big man with a cock to match and you felt the dull ache of him stretching you as he took you, not stopping until he was seated all the way inside. You made a sound somewhere between a moan and a whimper and he chuckled, watching you get used to his thick cock. You felt so full, your chest warm, your mind hazy with pleasure, and god you’d do anything if he’d just fuck you. You pushed against his cock with a whine, trying to get him to move. He shushed you, running his hands down your body.

“I’ve gotcha, sweetheart. Hold on.” Bill shifted, getting a good grip on your hips. He pulled out slowly, just until the tip of his cock was in you before he thrust back into you, hard and deep. You yelped as he started to fuck you, setting a quick and brutal pace. Bill grinned as you writhed underneath him. There were few things he loved more than watching you on your back, submitting to him completely, taking his cock like you were made for it. Well. Maybe one thing.

Bill reached down between your legs again, his fingers rubbing against your clit, the pressure making you whimper and clench around his cock. He kept up his pace, thrusting into you and rubbing steady circles against your clit until you cried out. There. That was it. He watched with pride as you came on his cock, satisfied knowing that he was the one to pleasure you like this until you were squirming and keening beneath him. He waited until you had calmed down before he slipped out of you, wrapping his arms around your trembling form and turning you so you were lying on your stomach. You felt his hands grasp your hips as he pulled them up until they were level with his cock before he slipped back inside your sensitive pussy.

“Bill,” you whined. He felt so good, warm and deep inside of you, but after coming, the feeling was almost too much and you didn’t know how much more you could take. Bill caressed your side with one hand, the other keeping a firm grip on your hip.

“You’re so good for me sweetheart. Lettin’ me do this to you. Comin’ on my cock. You think you can handle one more?”

Despite your sensitivity, you nodded eagerly, wanting whatever he would give, wanting to be good for him.

Bill pulled out of you slow and careful, then thrust in again, chasing his own release this time. His big hand trailed up past your shoulders, coming to rest on the back of your neck. He didn’t push down or apply pressure, but he kept his hand right there, pinning you down, staking a claim, sending a message about who you belonged to. You were his. His alone.

With that thought, Bill came with a low grunt, his cock buried in you. He didn’t stop moving though, just thrusted slower and slower into your body until he finally settled deep inside of you, his hips flush against your ass, filling you with his seed. The feeling of him coming inside of you pushed you over the edge and you came again with a sob, your face pressed against the bedroll as you cried out. It seemed like he just kept coming, filling you and warming you from the inside out. Your eyes closed at the feeling, and you slowly relaxed into the blankets beneath you as he finished.

“Shit,” he muttered as he pulled out slowly, watching his cum run out of you as you laid down next to him on the bedroll. He leaned over and grabbed his shirt from where it lay discarded on the ground, running it over your skin to clean you up a bit and tossing it back when he was done. You cracked open your eyes to watch him, laughing tiredly.

“I hope you know you’re cleaning that.”

He snorted, a smile forming on his face. “Yeah, yeah, I gotcha.”

He pulled you close as you hummed contentedly, cuddling up to him and wrapping your arms around his torso.

He rubbed your back gently, enjoying the little noises of satisfaction you gave. For a moment he was worried he had been too rough with you, that he had hurt you somehow. He was silent for a few moments, taking in the way that you were curled against him, your warm body tucked into his chest. You caught his worried look and brought a hand up to cup his face.

“I’m fine, Bill,” you smiled at him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Really, I am.”

He held you tight, kissing your forehead before speaking.

“I’m real damn lucky to have you.” He looked down, embarrassed at being all sappy in front of you. You smiled at him, affection in your eyes as he took a breath and spoke again. “I love you. I’m not as good at sayin’ it as you are, but I do. You know that, right?”

You leaned up to kiss him once more, parting a moment later to whisper against his lips.

“Yes. And I love you too.”

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He Loves His Gimp

Request: Gynac Jensen anon here. Couldn't stop reading your work again and again. I just love it❤️ Hence came to you requesting another story. (Sorry🥺) Can you write one Jensen x reader where they have a big fight, she storms off, but while going, falls down the stairs and bumps into a wall and somehow her hand gets into a cast along with concussion. Jensen gets worrried and doesn't leave her alone all the time. After 2 days, for next appointment reader panicks while receiving PRP injection. All the fluff between these days. After few days, when her leg is better, next doc's appointment for removal of cast. Reader gets freaked out again. (Well I did freak, I had a full blown panic attack, my husband had to physically restrain me XD) so Jensen supporting her while removal process. ( I know I mentioned hand, but I wanted to request for leg, Idk how did I do that) Again sorry, I have bombarded you with such a long request. But write only if you want and are comfortable. Thanks ❤️

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Fem!Reader

A/N: Hope you enjoy this! 

Feedback is welcome!

Word Count: 3032

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It had barely been a week since Jensen got back from Vancouver and in one week everything had gone bad. There was something happening with the brewery and as a result tensions were high. This in turn caused the the married couple to snap at each other often. The last couple of days have been really bad as Jensen and Y/N kept fighting non stop. It was taking a toll on her and she didn’t know what to do to help him. Every time she tried, he would snap at her and it would result in a full blown argument. This time was no different.

“Damn Y/N! God it was so peaceful living alone back in Vancouver!” Yelled Jensen.

“Oh yeah?! Well maybe you should’ve just stayed back then!” Shouted Y/N as she stormed out of the master bedroom.

With tears blurring her vision and blind anger consuming her, Y/N failed to pay attention to where she was going, causing her to trip on the stairs and take a fall. On her way down, she hit her head against the wall and landed with a thud on the ground floor. Her right ankle was askew and pain shot through her like wildfire as she screamed. She barely noticed Jensen run down the stair and crouch down beside her worriedly asking her questions.

“Y/N! Oh god! What hurts, baby? Talk to me!” He asked frantically.

“My leg and my head.” She mumbled out, her head feeling a little dizzy.

Jensen went to hold her ankle to take a proper look at it, the action only made her yell out in pain more. “Shit I’m so sorry, honey! I think it’s broken.” He said.

He pulled out his phone dialling 911, “Hi I need an ambulance immediately! My wife fell down the stairs and I think she broke her ankle and might have a concussion.” He explained, giving them their address.

Y/N was close to falling asleep but was immediately woken up with insistent pats on her cheek.

“Hey, stay awake sweetie. You might have a concussion and falling asleep will make it worse.”  

“Everything hurts, Jay.” She said doing her best to keep her eyes open. The tears streamed down her face quickly wiped away by Jensen.

“I know, baby. I know. The ambulance will be here in a bit.” He said not leaving her side.

“C-can I sit up?”

“Just stay still okay? You’re going to be fine.” Jensen said carding his fingers through her hair while he held her hand with his other one.

The paramedics finally arrived and Jensen rode with her to the hospital.

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12 hours later they finally made it back home at 1:30 in the morning. The doctor insisted on keeping Y/N in the hospital that long to make sure her concussion cleared up. He put her leg in a cast and prescribed some pain killers along with strict orders for plenty of rest for the ankle to heal. Lucky for her it was a small fracture that should heal on its own within a few weeks if she didn’t stress it out too much. She was, however, asked to come back couple of days later for a PRP injection to accelerate the recovery.

Jensen carried her inside the house and placed her on the couch. He shut the main door and went into the kitchen to bring Y/N her medicines and some water. Y/N knew there was something bothering him. He had been quiet the entire time and barely looked at her. She was feeling more and more guilty especially after the fight they had this morning. Her thoughts were interrupted when Jensen offered her a glass of water along with the pill. She took it and returned the glass back to Jensen who took it back to the sink, still avoiding any eye contact.

He came back to her to carry her to their bedroom when she stopped him.

“Jay, wait.”

“What’s wrong? You okay?” He asked fearing that the doctors missed something.

“I’m fine, but you clearly are not. Talk to me Jay.” She asked worriedly.

“Y/N it’s 1:30 in the morning and you’re hurt and in pain, and I’m exhausted. Can we please not do this now?” He asked rubbing his face.

Y/N felt a pang of hurt go through her heart. She had really messed up with the fight. Jensen was right he would’ve been more at peace without her.

“Okay.” She whispered and allowed him to carry her up to their room.

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That morning Y/N woke up late thanks to her medication that made her drowsy. The space next to her was empty and suddenly the events that occurred the previous day crashed on her all at once, breaking her heart. Her leg was throbbing and she was doing her best to keep the tears at bay as she sat up and placed her feet on the floor.

Jensen walked into the room with a tray of breakfast, “Where do you think you’re going?” He asked chiding her.

“I thought-“

“I was making you breakfast in bed, Y/N. Now get back in and relax, okay?”

She got back in bed and Jensen placed the tray on her lap and sat in front of her. “How are you feeling today?” He asked rubbing her knee.

“Leg hurts a little, but my head is much better.” She replied taking a bite.

“Good. Eat up so you can take your painkillers.” He smiled softly at her.

“Okay.” Y/N back smiled at him.

Once breakfast was over Jensen grabbed the tray and handed her the medicines. He then helped her into the shower so they could take a bath. He covered her cast with plastic to it wouldn’t get wet and placed a stool in the shower so Y/N could sit comfortably. He helped her strip her clothes and proceeded to do the same. Nothing was exchanged between them which was odd. There was this lingering tension and Y/N didn’t know how to break it. Her mind was racing thinking of ways to apologise, and just as he proceeded to scrub shampoo in her hair a tear slipped from her eye. Her sniffle didn’t go unnoticed by hm and he immediately crouched down in front of her.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” He asked concern filling his eyes.

She shook her head sniffling some more.

“Then what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“I’m sorry” she whispered.

“What for?”

“I’m sorry I’m so overbearing. I’m sorry, Jay. I shouldn’t have pushed you with the brewery and now you want to go back to Vancouver to get away from me. And then I had to get hurt and you’re stuck here with me. I’m sorry it’s not so peaceful here.” Her outburst stunned him.

“Y/N…”

“I’m sorry!” She was clutching onto him as tears fell rapidly down her cheeks. Jensen hugged her tightly to him, uncaring of the shampoo in her hair.

“Baby, you listen to me. I don’t want to get away from you. I’ll never want that, Y/N. I’m sorry I said that. I was angry and tired with everything that was happening and I took it out on you when you were only trying to help. It’s my fault baby. Vancouver sucks without you there. And I’m even more glad I’m here when you’re hurt. I’d hate myself if I wasn’t here for you. I already hate myself caz you’re hurt because of me.”

“It’s not your fault, Jay. It was a freak accident.”

“Feels like it is. I caused this indirectly.” He whispered, closing his eyes tightly. “God, when I heard you scream and saw you at the bottom of the stairs, my heart nearly stopped.”

“No you didn’t. I wasn’t paying attention. But I’m okay, Jay. Nothing too bad happened.”

“Yeah. Thank god for that.”

Y/N kissed him softly. When she pulled away from him she giggled.

“What?” He asked amused.

She scooped the suds on his nose left by her on her finger and showed it to him. He chuckled at that and kissed her nose. “Let’s get cleaned up. We have a busy day today.”

“Oh?” Y/N asked amused.

“Yep! A whole day dedicated to R&R!” He grinned.

“Can we watch The Lord of the Rings again?” Y/N asked with puppy eyes that she learnt from Jared.

Jensen groaned at her, “Fine, the gimp gets the final say.” He said earning a whack.

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The next couple of days went by in a blink and the dreaded day finally arrived. It was time for Y/N to take a PRP injection. With lots of coaxing and promise of mind blowing sex, Jensen finally got her into the car and drove her to the hospital.

They were waiting for their turn and Y/N was bouncing her uninjured leg in nervousness. Jensen placed a hand on her leg, stopping her. “Calm down, Y/N. It’s going to be fine.”

“I hate you.” She snapped at him. “They’re going to give some stupid shot and I’m going to kill you.”

“Hey! I’m not the one giving the shot!”

“You made me come here!”

“You’d do anything in return for sex and you know it. You’re insatiable.” He grinned at her wiggling his eyebrows.

“Shuttup, Ackles.”

“Y/N Ackles” the nurse called out.

“You know if I wasn’t married to you now, that name would mean nothing!” Y/N whispered yelled.

“Haha, hilarious.” He said rolling his eyes. “Come on, gimpy. Let’s get you cured.” He helped her into the wheelchair and the nurse rolled her into the room.

The doctor made her lie down on the bed and got her prepped.

“We’re going to first draw some blood from your arm and then we will be transferring that blood into your leg. It’s so the extra platelets can help the injury heal faster.” He explained, making Y/N shudder.

Jensen moved closer to Y/N and she gripped her hand tightly. The doctor left the room for a while allowing Y/N to panic freely.

“Jay, I don’t want to do this!” She said frantically. “It’s not just one, it’s two needles poking me!” She said looking mortified. Jensen chuckled at her, “It’s not funny, Jay! Quit laughing at me!” She glared.

“I’m sorry, baby but it is a little funny. Besides, Y/N, it’ll be over before you know it. I promise, sweetheart.” He tried comforting her.

“You’re a jerk, Jay and I want to leave. Take me home, please!” She cried getting up.

Jensen pushed her back down gently and was about to say something when the doctor came back in with the stuff. Y/N was trying not to go into a full blown panic. Needles freaked her out big time and this was one of the worst things she’d had to do.

The doctor took a cotton swap with anti septic and cleaned the area making her flinch. Her grip on Jensen tightened and he kissed her forehead. “Just look at me, baby. Think about something else. Like what do you want to do this weekend, hmm?”

“I don’t know!” She looked at him wide eyed. Trying to play along but it was getting increasingly harder.

Just as the needle pierced through her she shut her eyes tightly, holding her breath in. She felt Jensen caress her cheeks with his thumb as he cupped them. “Breathe baby. It’ll go away.” He whispered.

“Almost done, Y/N” The doctor said smiling sympathetically at her.

She felt him gently withdraw the needle and she let out a breathe of relief when it was done. But that didn’t last long. She remembered the hard part was yet to come. The damn doc had to stick the little bastard into her leg and it was going to be 10 times worse.

She felt Jensen squeeze her hand, “Don’t think about it. Just keep talking to me ok?”

“Let’s go visit Jared and Gen this weekend.” She said, giving him a small smile.

“Yeah, that’s a great idea.” He smiled widely.

Y/N and Jensen kept chatting and she didn’t notice when the doctor was near her feet. The needled pierced her leg just above the cast and she whimpered in pain. “Son of bi-!” She exclaimed.

“There all done!” Grinned the doctor.

“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Said Jensen smirking at her.

“Wipe that look off your face or I’ll do it for you.” She glared at him.

The doctor chuckled at her, “Well you’re good to go, Y/N. You just need to come back a week from now and we can remove the cast.”

“Can’t wait. This thing is itchy as hell.” You said, thanking him.

“And it smells” mumbled Jensen to himself earning a glare from Y/N.

An hour later they were back home comfortably cuddled up on the sofa. Y/N was flipping through the channels trying to find something good. Jensen groaned beside her as she changed it once more.

“Just pick one!” He exclaimed throwing his head back.

“I’m trying! There’s nothing good on!”

“I’m booored, N/N!”

“Urgh fine! You pick then!” She said throwing the remote into his lap.

He settled on some silly rom com, making Y/N look pointedly at him. “Really? This one?”

He grinned at her and she squeaked when he shifted her in a blink of an eye. She was sitting on his lap with her leg carefully placed so it wouldn’t hurt.

“What are you doing, Jay?” She asked suspiciously.

“Snogging to silly rom coms like teenagers?” The grin not leaving his face.

Y/N giggled at him, “You’re such a boy!”

“You love it.”

“Nahh.” She said with a cheshire cat grin. But soon started laughing as Jensen tickled her.

“Jay! Stop please!”

“Nope!”

“I’ll make you smell my cast if you don’t!” She managed to gasp out between laughter.

“Yuck! Keep that thing away from me, woman! That stench is poison!” He exclaimed with wide eyes, immediately stopping the tickle attack.

Y/N laughed at his reaction and kissed him hard. They spent the rest of the day snogging to crap TV.

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A week later Y/N was back in that dreadful hospital room. She got her foot x-rayed and cleared for the cast to come off and she couldn’t be happier. Jensen was sitting on the chair beside her reading the stuff on the wall. Y/N was fiddling with her phone when the doctor came in with the equipments to cut open her cast.

When Y/N noticed the equipment, she freaked out. “W-what’s that? I thought you had to cut the cast open!”

The doctor chuckled at her, “This is to cut the cast open. That thing is too thick for scissors. We need something stronger.”

“Oh no no. You keep that thing away from me, she said in shock. She moved backwards in bed.

“You won’t feel a thing, I promise.” Said the doctor looking at Jensen for support.

“Y/N come on. This is the last time you need to be here. So let’s get this over it, huh?” He said gripping your hand.

Y/N watched in fear as the doctor got everything set up. He turned on the electric cutter and got ready to cut open the cast. Y/N went into a full blown panic attack and began thrashing around.

Jensen was holding onto her. “Honey, you gotta breathe for me. Look at me, Y/N.”

“No! No please. I can’t keep doing this, Jay! I’m constantly in pain and now he’s going to cut my leg! I like my leg!”

“Baby! He’s not going to cut your leg!” Jensen talked over her. “Look at me, Y/N. Open those eyes and look at me.” He pleaded.

Y/N reluctantly opened her eyes and looked into her husband’s green ones. It calmed her down for a second.

“There’s my girl.” He whispered. “I promise it won’t hurt.”

“Y/N, it won’t even get any close to your leg.” The doctor explained. “It’s just vibrations that will break open the cast.”

Y/N still looked unconvinced and stared at the monstrosity in his hands. Jensen cupped her face between his palms and kissed her forehead. “Do you trust me, Y/N?”

“Yes.” She whispered teary eyed.

“Then do this honey. It’ll be over soon.”

“O-okay.” She said taking a deep breathe and letting the doctor get to work.

20 mins later the cast was off and the doctor was checking her ankle once more. He then decided to put it in a brace since it was still swollen quite a bit and was painful.

“It’s going to hurt for a while, but I think it’s strong enough for you to start physical therapy. Just keep icing it and soaking it in hot water to bring down the swelling.”

“Thank you.” Smiled Y/N. “And I’m sorry you had to witness my freak out.”

“Oh don’t worry about it. I’ve seen people react worse.” He chuckled and left the room after shaking hands with Jensen.

“I’m sorry I was so panicky, Jay.” Mumbled Y/N looking guilty.

Jensen let out a booming laugh, surprising her.

“Why are you laughing?” She asked, confused.

“Y-you thought he wanted to cut your leg off!” He laughed harder.

“Shuttup, Ackles! It was scary okay! I’ve never done this before.” She looked at him grumpily. But she wasn’t really mad.

“Aww my poor gimpy!” He said pinching both her cheeks, making her swat his hands away.

“I’m not a gimp anymore!” She fake glared at him.

“True. I’m going to miss my little gimp. I could do whatever I wanted to her. But now she can limp away so fast.” He grinned cheekily.

“Ha ha! You’re fucking Robin Williams!” She said rolling her eyes.

“Oh the hubris! You’re not Robbin Williams, honey” He said his grin getting wider.

“Just take me home, you dork.” She shook her head at him fighting off a smile.

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for the fic ask meme - 3, 9, 17, 23! <3

ANON MY BELOVED <3 thank you this is so many!!! sorry this took so long to answer!!!! i wound up having a lot to say rip 

3: Do you have any upcoming WIPs? How far along are you with them?

i have 3!! there was one thing i was working on prior to nov 5 of last year, which i have only just started considering again. the tag for that is “secret project tag” because well. it is a secret. im not even saying that like “oh im playing i secretly do want to be asked” i dont bc if i told anyone about it i think that i would stop being able to work on it :( like i’m just not sure i’ll finish!!! in the beginning i didn’t even want to say that it was writing, yk? i only even started tagging it because it’s obnoxious to talk about something i can’t talk about & i wanted people to be able to blacklist. i am only about 10k into it, and it will probably wind up being quite long, 150k bare minimum, so it will probably be a very long time before it ever sees the light of day, IF it sees the light of day at all. 

second wip is of course the claire-centric envesseled from @cambionverse. cally and i have been struggling with it on and off since 2013 and it is Finally Time. for anyone not familiar with it, cambionverse is a fixit for the end of s6 (initially written during the airing of s6) that centers on claire novak, cas’s vessel’s daughter from s4, ben braeden, dean’s not-kid from s3/s6, and jesse turner, the little half demon from season 5, as young adults. they’re basically ocs at this point and the idea was to do one story for each of them. we did one for jesse and one for ben and claire’s was supposed to be the end of the trilogy, but we got started on a bunch of side projects and had to rewrite almost everything to prep for it, so it’s taken nearly a decade. i am so glad to finally be getting to it!! right now we’ve got about 36k, the first chapter is completely done, the second chapter is in a couple of pieces we’re trying to stitch back together, and the third chapter has like half a scene in it. it’s slow going rn because we’re sort of putting everything from previous drafts back together in coherent pieces, but i think after we get to truly new stuff we haven’t written before (this is our third draft...) it will go a lot faster. i hope so anyway, because we have 7 chapters an an epilogue planned lol. and there’s no guarantee it won’t get bigger! as these things often do.

third & final wip is ofc triptych part 3, the third in the series after to an angel and broken road, currently being called 12:46pm because i don’t have anything better to call it. (12:46pm is when i had the idea for it, or more accurately when @cleaver-2007 GAVE me the idea like the horrible influence they are.) i wrote some about it here! right now i only have about 2500 words for it because i’m struggling with my structure + trying to devote most of my free time to envesseled. i don’t want to give away the big spoiler for its premise but i am really looking forward to it & also terrified because i have seen other people doing it and i think they probably did it/will do it better than me. the way i pick my projects out is “nobody else has done this in a way that satisfies me” or “nobody else has done this at all” because then i don’t feel like im competing with anybody. like NO ONE ELSE wrote a fic where all of camelot, including uther, got magic. i was the sole corner on that market so there was no pressure yk? but this is a fairly popular concept so im angsting hard about pulling it off!!!!!

9: Are there any fics you’d love to see but don’t want to write yourself? What are they?

weirdly enough not too many! most of the time if i REALLY wanna see something and no one else has done it i will simply do it myself, assuming im in a place where i can take on a big project. such as for example a good nuanced john winchester fic. i’m sure there are some but i’m blanking, nothing is coming to mind...i think the only one i can think of right now is really long season/series/episode rewrites, but even then i am reluctant to get too invested in longer works because What If The Author Has Bad Opinions. i bet i will think of a better answer to this question when i am trying to fall asleep tonight

17: What has been the proudest moment for you so far since you started writing?

ok, so it’s a tie. one is of course the huge response to broken road, particularly that bombshell of a 6th chapter...even though i don’t think broken road is my best work, it is by far my most popular one, and i was and still am absolutely humbled by the huge amount of people who followed along week-to-week, who sent in almost literally more comments than i could reply to before it was time to post the next chapter. i know fic popularity is a matter of writing for the right thing at the right time, but it felt like the work resonated with so many people! i can’t even describe with words how that feels.

the second moment is when i finished my first-ever fanfic, which was a novelization of ocarina of time. i started writing it because i wanted to read a novelization but nobody else got to the end...i’d read dozens of deku tree chapters and no ganon’s tower chapters. it wasn’t a great or even very good fanfic, but it was a FINISHED one, and as far as i know i was the first person on FFN (maybe even the only person on FFN) to actually get to the end. when i got done i was like “that is literally the most fun i’ve ever had doing anything and i wanna do it for the rest of my life” and i started a novelization of majora’s mask the very same day. haven’t quit since!

23: What’s one piece of advice you would give to anyone who wants to start writing or posting their writing online?

i actually have a whole list of advice posts but i’m going to cheat and do two again anyway. the first one is, OUTLINE. i swear by the triangle method which posits you need 3 things to do well: enthusiasm about what you’re doing, time to do it, and to know where you’re going next. that last step IS CRUCIAL. 

my second piece of advice is to have fun!!! i see posts constantly about how wrting is hard and it sucks and people quit writing all the time because they didn’t get enough comments or whatever, but if i had based my willingness to write on the amount of comments i got i would never have finished my first story, let alone go on to write another (almost) two decades. if you can find even one person to be excited with your shit about, that can be enough. write bc you love to do it - if you don’t, why bother at all?

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Coffee, crushes and Complications Prequel

This was prompted by an amazing anon! just a warning, this short got dark real quick. So please, heed the warnings and stay safe! It has a happy ending, but I have said in the other parts Gavin hit rock bottom, so I had to make him hit rock bottom. He does recover in the end and gets back on track that has him being happy as we know from part 1 and 2. It’s just a hard contrast, therefore I wanted to warn you. I hope you still enjoy heavy angst!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Characters: Gavin Reed, Tina Chen (Warnings: depression, description of depressive behaviours, Character thinks about suicide, implied suicide attempt (that doesn’t happen, not even the attempt!), suicidal thoughts) If you want to skip the suicide related part skip from “It was two weeks...” to “Tina! Tina, don’t say anything!”

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‚Hey, Boss, what’s up?‘ Gavin marched into Fowlers office with a grin and a spring in his step. He had all his cases solved in record time and had finally endured the cry-babies of machines that had come in lately with stories of assault and attempted murder. What had they expected simply stopping to work to looked like? But he had done nothing wrong, at least nothing Fowler could prove, and that was the most important thing. ‘You are fired, Gavin.’ Gavin blinked. He must have misheard something. ‘The phck?’ ‘You are fired, Detective Reed. Hand in your badge and pistol and pack your things.’ ‘What? Why?’ ‘Why?!’ Fowler stood up and leaned over the table. ‘You really even dare to ask that?’ ‘Errr…. Yes?’ ‘Well, then sit down and get comfortable, because I have a whole fucking list!’, the Captain shouted. ‘And I finally can say what I wanted to tell you for so long, because I will finally get rid of you now!’ Gavin did sit down, but not because he wanted to. His knees had suddenly failed him.

‘First of all: You are a real asshole.’ ‘Yes, I know but-‘ ‘I don’t mean it in a funny way!’, Fowler interrupted. ‘You are a true asshole. A bad person. You treat your co-workers as if they personally attacked you. You are unable to work in a team without sabotaging the whole mission for your benefit. You actively try to make others look worse than you are so you seem like the best one. You are so obsessed with getting promoted you fail to do your work, you are constantly breaking protocol and don’t think I didn’t realise! I did. I just never said anything because, shit, sometimes that was an advantage. But this was the final misstep, Reed! I can’t tolerate your shit any longer!’ Gavin swallowed, then threatened: ‘And what should that be exactly?’ He let his anger speak for himself, but deep inside his guts had twisted into a tight ball.

Fowler leaned back. ‘Your anti-android behaviour. Fucking hell, I thought you would learn with time. I thought you would catch up to the others. But no, you continue calling androids names, calling them “it” instead of he, she or they and treating them like malfunctioning machines. These people come to us for help and you laugh them in the face!’ Gavin huffed amused, then outright laughed in Fowler’s face. ‘Captain, that’s a good joke. You don’t actually believe… They are not human. They will never be. Phck, I wouldn’t even consider them persons. They are some fancy part of machinery, so complexly programmed that maybe they even believe themselves to be persons. But they are not! They are objects, robots. And some fancy revolution and new laws can’t change that simple fact!’ ‘And that’s why I have to fire you. I can’t have you interrogating someone knowing you will personally dismantle them if they don’t talk! They are machines. But they are persons too. And you have to respect that. Fuck, Gavin, what did you think?’ ‘I thought and still think they are not alive. It doesn’t matter what you do to them, it’s just simulated. They don’t feel a thing.’ ‘Are you really sure about that?’, Fowler asked, weirdly calm considering he had been furious just before. ‘Even after Connor?’ ‘Connor is a big reason for me being absolutely certain’, Gavin said.

‘Then hand in your badge and service weapon.’ Gavin stared at the outstretched palm. ‘Oh, come on, Jeffrey, you can’t do this to me. I’m your best man!’ ‘I can, I will and I must. And you haven’t been my best officer for a long time. Hank is back – thanks to that apparently lifeless android Connor – and the RK800 is the best Detective you can wish for. Now, I won’t repeat myself.’ Gavin was sitting there completely numb. He didn’t even have energy left in him to complain and that was saying something. He pulled his pistol out of the holster and handed it over, before unclipping his badge. He looked down on the polished metal with his name on it and thought back to the day he had been handed it. How proud he had been. How much of his pride still was engraved in this piece of metal. He had worked hard for this and by now… Shit, this little piece of leather and metal basically was his whole identity. He pushed his thumb over the letters. G. Reed.

‘The badge, Reed.’ He blinked, took a deep breath, held it and pressed the badge into Fowler’s hand. Then he stood up and pressed out: ‘That’s all?’ ‘That’s all.’ Gavin contemplated saying something. Something witty maybe, or something mean, something that would hurt and gave him that little satisfaction of revenge, even if it didn’t mean much. But he couldn’t think of anything, his head was filled with cotton and everything tingled with numbness. So, he just nodded and left, trying to keep up his composure. It was hard without the added weight on his hip that had made his step a bit broader than it normally was. He stared at the ground not to have to look into their faces. Would they laugh? Would they care? Or worse: would they pity him? Whatever they might feel towards him leaving, he couldn’t face it and so he just took what little possessions he had decorated his table with and left. ‘Hey, Gavin, what’s-‘ That was Tina, but Gavin had already passed the security gates and as soon as he was outside the building he ran to his car, dropping his things on the passenger seat and starting the engine to speed off. He was just moments away from a total breakdown, the fact that others might see him and that he couldn’t drive in that state the only thing keeping his composure up. He parked the car messily in front of his apartment, took his things and stumbled up the stairs in a hurry. He barely managed to unlock the door, dropping his keys once and failing to pick them up first try as his eyes had blurred over.

Then finally he was inside, had closed the door and dropped his things on his sideboard, before leaning on it heavily finally allowing his feelings to spill over. He knelt in front of the small wooden furniture, his hands holding onto the edge to keep him steady somewhere. How could this happen? He was untouchable. He was good at his job. He was damn good at his job. He wasn’t good at anything else. He had only ever been a Detective and… Oh god, he didn’t have a job anymore. He wouldn’t be able to pay his rent. He could make it a few months, but he would have to find something else soon and oh god, what if he had to give his cat away and phck he didn’t have a job anymore and… Did the whole world hate him?

He half kneeled, half sat there, crying, his stomach cramping and heaving and trying to keep his meal down through it all. His shoulders shook and he didn’t trust his hands or his legs for that matter. Standing up was out of question. He crawled over to the wall to prep himself up against it and the sideboard, that was about all he did that day, crying until no more tears would come, his nose was hurting and the muscles of his abdomen aching from overuse. He was thirsty, but at the same time it didn’t matter. He was cold but hell, what did that mean? He needed a shower to get out of his partially wet clothes and maybe feel human again. But he knew he wouldn’t even make it to the living room. So why bother? He didn’t move and tried not to think.

He woke up still in the same position and sat up with his back cracking. Something warm shifted against his legs and stretched. He looked down on his cat, who looked up to him as if asking why her human was so upset. ‘I phcked up, Bready. I’m sorry.’ He scratched her behind the ears. ‘And I haven’t given you anything yet, have I? Sorry. You must be starving. Come on, daddy will get you something.’ With that he finally managed to stand up, but still had to lean against the wall, waiting for his circulation to catch up. He carried himself into the kitchen, gave Bready her food and threw himself a frozen pizza into the oven not wanting any poor delivery guy to see him like this.

He rubbed his forehead that by now hurt like a thousand needles from his dehydration headache. So, he opened the fridge and his eyes fell on his liquor collection. Should he… But it would only make things worse. Could things go worse? To be honest, he just wanted to sleep. He should save the alcohol for tomorrow when he would need it. He ate his pizza, drank his water, forced himself to take a shower and dropped into bed. Maybe this was all just a bad dream.

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It wasn’t. He was awoken by his alarm, had sat up and halfway left the bed as he remembered that right, no work to go to. Rubbing his face and scrunching it up as he rested his face in his hand, he thought about what to do. In the end he did stand up to give Bready her food and retreat back to bed. She soon joined him, a welcome weight against his legs. As he woke up hours later, she was still there, and Gavin watched her for a while. Damn, why couldn’t he have been born a fat, carefree housecat? He fetched his phone, tried to switch it on and sighed as it wouldn’t. He struggled to get the charger out without disturbing Bready. When he finally could switch on his phone, he immediately was bombarded with messages and missed calls from Tina. He read over them but deleted the notifications from the calls and left her on read. He didn’t feel like talking. He didn’t feel like anything at all. In the end he flicked through the same apps on his phone, fell asleep and circled them through again once he woke up. He stood up to get his cat some food, then went straight to bed. He didn’t want to eat, so he didn’t.

The next day he managed to eat breakfast, but only because he had switched off his alarm and his cat woke him up with screaming. He threw some water in his face, then returned to bed. Tina had called again. Had messaged too. Gavin put his phone on his nightstand face down.

In the evening he couldn’t lie in bed anymore, never feeling comfortable and always sore. He faced his fridge again and took the next-best bottle. When he fell asleep on the couch hours later it was empty.

The hangover was hard, but Gavin liked the sobering pain. He didn’t like throwing up in the toilet first thing in the morning though. He skipped breakfast and lunch lying in bed. As Tina had called for the millionth time, he finally got the energy to answer the call, shout: ‘Phck off, don’t wanna talk!’ into the mic and drop it back down. Dinner was some instant noodles. With lots of alcohol.

When the weekend came, his reserves had been depleted. He was left to water and stale coke. Maybe that was something good? Gavin didn’t think in these categories anymore. Then the doorbell rang. And it rang again. And again. Gavin would have appreciated it staying this way of it ringing and him not answering, but then the call came from outside: ‘Gavin, you absolute fuck, I know you are home and you know I will kick down this door, now open up before you have to pay for a new door and lock without a job!’ Way to go Tina. Gavin just sighed, but obeyed, opening the door. He had planned to tell her to go, but she somehow already had made it past his sluggish reflexes. ‘Holy fuck it reeks!’ The first thing she did was opening the windows, letting in fresh air. ‘How the fuck did you live like this?’, she asked pointing at the dirty plates on the floor. ‘And fucking hell, you look like death!’ Gavin just shrugged. ‘Feel like death too.’ She took him by the back of his shirt and pushed him towards the bathroom. ‘You will take a shower and if I have to watch you do it!’ Gavin tried to protest, but somehow he was already standing under the stream fully clothed. His hoodie began to weigh him down, but he didn’t care. ‘Gavin, I won’t mother you. You will get out of your clothes on your own. Call me if you need anything, I will cook you something.’ Gavin shook his head violently. ‘Tina!’ She turned around to look him in the eyes sternly. ‘You should go. I need more time.’ ‘You got plenty of time. I won’t let you destroy yourself like this! You got fired. That’s all. No one died. No one is ill. You will find a new job and better days will come.’ ‘Someone died’, Gavin disagreed. ‘I did. I died when I handed in that badge, Tina.’ ‘Oh fuck off you melodramatic asshole. I am speaking to you right now. So you fucking are alive and need to wash yourself. And you need food, so I will cook. And then we will talk.’

She had left, but Gavin still winced as if she had struck him with a knife. Talk. Oh, please, anything but that.

‘Any plans what to do now?’ ‘Any idea what kind of job you would like?’ ‘How about going out to a movie tomorrow?’ ‘Gavin, fucking talk to me!’ Gavin swallowed hard. ‘You should leave, really. Thanks for the food and for kicking my ass, but I’m not ready yet. This job was all I ever wanted and all I ever had.’ ‘Bullshit.’ ‘No! No bullshit! For once I’m completely serious Tina! What do you think I have except for it? Everyone phcking hates me, I can’t do anything else and I don’t have anyone to help me! All I have is this flat and my useless phcking cat! I. Have. Nothing! And I’m sorry if a few nice words from pity-party Tina won’t suddenly make me function again!’ ‘Pity-party?’ ‘That’s what this is, isn’t it?’, Gavin shouted. ‘You secretly enjoy it, don’t you? Oh, look someone that has phcked up! Let’s pretend we actually like the guy and don’t just profit from him! Then we can say: see? See how he got better? That was me!’ ‘Gavin!’ ‘What?’, Gavin spat back. ‘Tell me that’s not what you are trying to do! Tell me you mean it, it will be a real nice joke, I can tell you that!’

Tina stood up and in exactly that moment, Gavin had realised he had made a mistake. Another mistake. He had wanted to be angry, about who and what didn’t matter. But well, it did. ‘You know what, Gavin Reed? I’ve been your friend for a long time. Do you really think I listen to an asshole like you, to talks like this and fake being your friend? What weird twist of logic is that? I wanted to help! I really wanted to. But if this is how you respond to that, I clearly wasted my time! Goodbye.’

And Gavin’s days turned back to lying in bed with his cat and stupid phone games, getting up only when he needed to pee, when Bready needed food or when he couldn’t postpone eating any longer himself. One day he actually went out to get some canned food that was easy to prepare, food for Bready and alcohol. Lots of alcohol.

It was two weeks after he had been fired, that he sat in the corner of the living room, a bottle next to him and the shards of a broken glass in his hand, that he carefully pulled out. He didn’t even feel the pain. Not really. Should he… It was tempting. He had no one, he had no job, no goals… Was it even worth it? He had looked far too long at the blood pooling in his hand and the largest shard in his other. It was just a movement after all. But then Bready’s head suddenly appeared and Gavin cursed. ‘No, bad! Shoo! This is dangerous! Damn cat!’ He let the shard fall to the ground and picked up his cat with his uninjured hand, carrying her over to the kitchen and keeping her busy with some treats. Once he was sure she was occupied, he returned to his corner outfitted with a dustpan to pick up the shards so Bready couldn’t step in them.

Only when he saw the bloody shards, he flinched back. He had seen these pictures far too often. Had filed them away as evidence. Had asked himself how people could do something like this, often leaving family and friends behind. And now… Phck no! Phck no, not him! He wouldn’t… He had always been a fighter, hadn’t he? Then why had he given up just moments ago? No, he wouldn’t… He would. He would finally get his ass up and act! What had Tina done last weekend? What had she done…

Open the windows. He retraced her steps after he had gotten rid of the shards and bandaged his hand. He opened the windows, looked to the ground and fetched the dirty plates. He put them in the dishwasher. He cuddled his phcking lifesaver of a cat extra-long and took a shower – this time without his clothes. Then he took his phone from the shelf he had put it on to ignore it and sat down on the couch. He dialled the number on autopilot and waited until he got an answer. It didn’t take long.

‘Tina! Tina, don’t say anything! I don’t know if I can build up this courage again if you say something. Just listen, please. I was an idiot. I was a total asshole to you, and I understand you completely if you don’t want to talk to me or ever see me again. But I really need your help and I want to make up to the terrible things I said to you. I may not have much left, but I have my fantastic cat, I am still alive, and I hope I still have you. I need someone to kick my ass and I know you are best in that. I need you right now. I want to look for a new job, I want to start again, and I don’t want to lose you as my friend.’ He pressed his eyes closed and waited for an answer. ‘Tina?’ ‘What? You told me to shut up and listen! I’m already on my way over to your place with job offers from a few newspapers, you giant asshole. Should I get takeout? Are you hungry?’ ‘You are not mad?’ ‘Oh, believe me, I am mad. But I am also proud of you, Gavin. And if you think you can get rid of me, you don’t know me!’ Gavin audibly exhaled. ‘Oh, Tina, I don’t know what I would do without you.’ ‘Yeah, sometimes I wonder, too. I’ll hang up now, okay? Gotta go place our order. Just wait for me, okay? We’ll fix this shithole of a situation you are in in no time, believe me!’

Gavin smiled, the first time in two weeks. The call had already ended, but he still whispered: ‘Yes. I believe you.’

[>next part]

[imagining-in-the-margins]

Hello everyone! Quick update on H2M Part 17: I’ve been working on it. Honestly, I really needed a break from it. My heart wasn’t in it for a minute and I didn’t really want to write it at all anymore. But fear not, that has passed and I’m very happily writing it now. It’ll still probably be a couple days because Bar Prep is getting brutal, but I am working on it.

I’ll drop a preview for Part 17 below.

If you’re wondering why I put out one-shots instead of H2M, it’s because one shots can be written at a lower quality sorry and are usually written stream of consciousness from my phone, rather than on my computer. H2M requires a lot more planning, referencing, and is just longer in general.

Also, I like to “take breaks” whenever I’m in the “wrong” mood for the current H2M scene. That way I don’t randomly throw angst at you when you should be happy. Trust me, it’s better this way lmao.

Anyway, thank you for your patience and understanding and here are your Anon Answers below! 👇

1. Awwwe I feel you on the anxiety. I don’t talk about it a lot on here but I have pretty moderate to severe DDNOS (similar to DID, but without the amnesia or very distinct alters). I’m so glad that I can provide a refuge for you here. I hope that you continue to find some relief from the hectic craziness going on in the world. You deserve to be happy and feel safe and loved.

2. Oh, boy. I’m so sorry lmfao... No, I do not. I’m a disaster when it comes to updating. That’s really all I have to say for myself. I’m so sorry 😂

3. Oof, yeah. That’s rough, buddy. Not gonna lie, I was so extremely disappointed with the last few seasons I didn’t experience that. I was sort of ready for it to end. But fear not - You have rewatches! I was just saying to friends that my next rewatch I plan to pay more attention to the other directors, because some of them are stupid talented (Shoutout to Beth Rooney!) and I want to see more of their work.

4. Awwwe I wish I had more Sub!Spence content for you! I’m working on it, I just have so much to do now 😭 But I’m still here and I still love you guys. We are severely lacking in Sub!Spence, tho, so if any of you new writers are looking for a niche... Post in the comments below that you’re accepting Sub!Spence requests! You’ll probably get more than you’re expecting!

5. You are so sweet! Thank you! Graduating came as no surprise to me, but valedictorian definitely did. If only they knew what I did in my free time, they might question their judgment (I’m joking, fanfic writers are the best).

I hope you enjoyed Passing in the Night today! Is enjoy the right word?

🚨 Preview for H2M Part 17 🚨 (spoilers, duh): 

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“Take a deep breath in.” The technician alerted me from the speaker.

The high pitched whines of the CT scanner weren’t as obnoxious as the MRI machine. I was silently grateful that they were still too scared to use the giant magnet. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to be stuck in a confined space and listening to loud banging that sounded too much like gun shots for my comfort.

Even just the thought made me nauseous. I felt like a baby, to have such a strong reaction to something so stupid. I���d been in an MRI before. I was a in a hospital. Nothing bad was going to happen to me, and I knew that.

But even now, in a machine that makes virtually no noise and barely covers half my body, I wasn’t able to hold in a breath. Each time I tried, it felt like I was choking on Spencer’s lap again. The stinging in my stomach felt so much stronger, even though I knew it was healed.

The world felt like it was closing in on me, and every second that passed felt like days. I couldn’t even trust myself to guess how long it took for them to get images that should have taken no longer than 5 minutes.

I felt like such a burden. Like I was in their way. Like I was doing it wrong. Like I was a little kid, thinking that she knew what she was doing and could do it on her own.

I wanted Spencer.

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Thank you everyone! Stay safe!

[jawritter]

Gifted Hands

Part 1

Request: That surgeon Jensen story was so amazing. Bless the anon who requested that & bless you for writing it😂 reading that I had idea, if you could write another Jensen story, maybe it could be the reader having a major surgery and she is scared so Jensen being her surgeon prepping her from like a month? He stays with her while anaesthesia and then takes care of her? Oh oh, you can maybe add some funny, embarrassing moments, like catheter? That sounded weird but it would make an interesting story😂

Warnings: None really in this one. Medical terms, Jensen being adorable, Jensen in scrubs, (Yes that’s a warning damn it!) I think a little language? 

Pairing: Surgeon!Jensen x Reader, OFC Mckayla x Reader

Word Count: 1986

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Sitting in the cold sterile room of the smell of lysol, bleach, and other strong cleansers assaulted your nose. 

Pulling your jacket that you were wearing tighter around you, you looked around the room at the different medical posters and charts that littered the walls of the small cubical type room, trying to move your body as little as possible, because the crinkling sound of the paper underneath you made your skin crawl. 

You hated hospitals, and if it wasn’t for the fact that the pain and discomfort in your hip had gotten just about unbearable you wouldn’t even be here right now. 

You don’t really even remember when it started, but you do remember when it got to the point where you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

You were standing in your living room like you do every day, working on your latest painting before you had to get ready to go downtown for the art exhibit show tonight, when it started as a low ache way deep down in your hip, then worked its way down your leg. Then before you knew it every step was painful, and now here you are. Sitting alone on a cold hospital gurney/bed thing, waiting on the x ray results. 

You don’t know how you could have possibly hurt yourself. Your job didn’t exactly require a whole lot of physical activities. You painted, you stood a lot, you walked around in heels, which was honestly the most dangerous part of the job. 

You didn’t go to the gym all the time, you didn’t run a marathon, you didn’t do anything to cause this, so why were you here? Was the universe just against you or something?

It probably wouldn’t be so bad if you had someone here to help you, someone in town you could call on to stay here with you and keep you company. 

Alas though you didn’t have a soul. You were a loner by nature, and you really had no family left after your mom passed away several years ago. So that means it’s just you. You are all you have to count on. 

You were seriously about to go and ask the nurse sitting out at the desk in front of the room you were sitting at if they had lost your results, because it felt like it was taking forever when a you heard a knocking sound on the door before it opened. 

“Hello Miss Y/L/N sorry to have kept you waiting, I’m Mckayla, the physicians assistant on call for tonight. You shook the woman’s hand and made a failed attempt to smile back at her, but you were just ready to get the hell away from here. So your anxiety made it kind of hard to put on a show as good as you wanted to. 

“How are you feeling? Did the medication they have you when you took your x rays help with the pain level?” She asked you, looking over your charts.

You nodded your head when she looked up at you for your answer. 

“Some, but honestly it’s still there in the background always. Just more bearable.” You told her and she nodded at you for a moment.

“Well from what I can tell from you x ray results, you have what is called Hip Dysplasia.” She said matter of factly the way medical people tended to do, like you where just supposed to know what the fuck they were talking about, like everyone had taken the same damn classes they had, and that’s why we sit in these God forsaken places and wait for them to come in and tell us shit that makes no sense what so ever, and expect us to know what the hell they’re talking about. 

Before you could asked her to dumb that down for you, another man in scrubs entered your room. Holding a clipboard and what looked like a copy of your x ray.

This man was absolutely the most beautiful man that you had ever laid eyes on.

Perfect bowed legs that went all the way up and made a tight little ass of themselves. That seemed to show itself off insultingly perfectly in those dark blue scrubs he was wearing. A thin waist, that turned into a thick chest and shoulders. Going up to make a perfect God-like face on an absolutly lickable neck and jawline. What skin you could see was scattered with freckles. His eyes the most piercing green you’d ever seen. His perfect pink lips pressed tightly together. Brow furrowed in concentration as he looked over the paperwork in front of him. The man was sin on legs. You were certain he was probably illegal in some states to be that damn gorgeous. 

“What my coworker here means to say is. Your hip socket doesn't fully cover the ball portion of the upper thigh bone.” 

He flipped on the light on the x-ray projector and threw up your x-ray. Pointing at your hip joint with the back of his pin. 

“It’s something people are born with, but don’t even know they have it until they’re adults. It makes it really easy for your hip to pop completely out of socket, and therefore causing you a great deal of pain. Your hips are currently out of place. That’s the result of the pain you feel.” 

Blinking to clear your head from the green eyes that were holding you captive. You cleared your throat and asked him what most people would be more worried about than how fucking hot your the man is. 

“Well how do we fix it?” You asked him, and he smiles at you softly. Making your heart flutter in your chest. 

“Well the only cure for it is surgery to correct the condition. I could pop your hip back in place, and send you home, but you’d be right back here in a month or less with the same problem.”

Coming over the gurney you were sitting on he feels around on your hip bone gently, and you repress the shudder that wants to so desperately rip through your body at his touch.

“My name is Jensen by the way, I’m the head surgeon here, I’ll be the one performing the operation.” He said. Giving you another warm smile before removing his hands from you, taking notes on his little clipboard.  

“Wait, wait, I can’t have surgery! I have NO ONE to help me at home, I live alone. How bad is this surgery? Is it like a day surgery? Will I wake up and be fine to take care of myself?”

Jensen places a reassuring hand on your knee and your momentarily distracted form you minor panic attack at the thought of surgery. 

“Mckayla why don’t you give me a minute here with Miss…” 

“Y/n.”

“Y/n, and I’ll fill her in on her options and recovery time, all that stuff.” Jensen said. Looking over his shoulder at Mckayla. She nods at him and leaves the room. Jensen waiting until she shuts the door before talking to you again. 

“Listen I don’t want you to panic, but this is a pretty major surgery. The cut is pretty invasive, just about a two or three inch cut right above the groin, and a cut about the same size right above the buttox. It does take quite a bit of recovering though. It’s about a five to seven day stay in the hospital post op, and it takes about three to six weeks to get to where you are moving around pretty good again. You will have to do some physical therapy too. So you don’t have ANYONE that can help you?” Jensen said. His hand is still resting on your knee. 

Shaking your head you didn’t speak at first, you didn’t want to cry in front of him, but you were feeling a little overwhelmed by the information he just gave you. How were you going to live alone, and recover from this? This was impossible. 

“I don’t have anyone. I live alone, and I don’t have any family or friends I can really call.. I don’t know how I’m going to do this.” 

Jensen looked you over, his face calm. His features seemed almost… Sad…

“Well the preop takes about a month to get you ready for. I’m going to reset your hip the best I can today, but we’re going to have to have you come in and i’m going to have to take regular x rays, so that I can monitor how your hip is moving now, and determine from there what it’s going to take me to fix it.” Jensen took a deep breath, looking around the room for a moment like he was lost in thought before looking back at you.

“Do me a favor sweetheart, do the surgery, don’t worry about the recovery and all that, let me do the surgery, and we’ll figure out the rest as it comes. I don’t want to see you in pain, when I can fix it. Okay?”

“Jensen I don’t think you understand I have no one at all to help me, this is going to put me down for a long time… I don’t know what to do…” 

Putting your head in your hands you took a deep breath, willing yourself not to start bawling like a big baby.

“Y/n.” Jensen’s deep voice was gentle when it spoke to you again. “Listen to me. If I have to I’ll take care of you until you get back on your feet. Okay? I’m not going to let you be left alone in this recovery.”

Looking up at him you were a little confused by what you heard. 

“Jensen you can’t stop your whole life to take care of me for three to six weeks. I’m a complete stranger! We don’t even know each other!” 

“Y/n, stop worrying. I know asking you to trust me is a lot, but I want to do this, please let me do this.” 

You looked at him confused for a moment. 

“How do I know I can trust you, why do you want to do this?” 

Jensen smiled at you again softly. “Sweetheart you can trust me I promise. I’m not going to take you somewhere and murder you ro something… There’s just something about you… I don’t know… I can’t put my finger on it, but I want to help you, so please, will you let me help you?”

Taking a deep breath you nod your head finally. Deciding you had no choice but to trust this gorgeous stranger that was quickly becoming your very own little guardian angel apparently. 

“Okay, Okay, Fine. I’ll do it, but on one condition.” You tell him and he takes his hands away from leg and leans on the gurney closer to you than was probably medically professional, but you didn’t mind at all. I mean this man was breathtaking..

“What’s that?” He asked. A smirk gracing those beautiful pink lips that you wanted more than anything to kiss right now. 

“Can you knock me out before you pop my hip back in place, because I’ve heard that really hurts.” You tell him. Fear crossing your face before you could control it.

“Sweetheart, while we’ve been talking I’ve been slowly working your hip back into place. You didn’t even notice it, but I popped it back in place a few minutes ago..” He said. A proud smirk still on his face. His eyes searching yours.

You looked down at your hip, then back up at him. Jensen had a full on chester cat grin now. Laughing at you under his breath.

“But… How did you…”

Holding up his hands in front of you for you to see before falling back into a full body laugh that you could very easily fall in love with.

“I’m a surgeon. Gifted hands sweetheat.”

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Gifted Hands Pt. 2

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Are you up for requests?! Can you plz feed me with some mistletoe Rackam/Mullin P L Z! uwu

requests are open, uwu anon! Sorry they're taking so long to get to though, it's been finals hell ^^'

writing this after the holiday season? Unfortunately...

Rackam/Mullin + Mistletoe

It was only a few days till Christmas and the Grandcypher was bustling like it usually was during the holidays. Raduga was thriving at night, Ladiva at it's helm - which brings us to the situation at hand.

"Dear, you look absolutely drained." Ladiva said, wiping down a glass. I glanced up at her concerned expression.

"Ahah... is it that obvious?" I asked. "I've been doing a lot of prep work for the party and the other events going on... it's certainly been a week."

I looked around the small bar, watching as some of my crew drank and talked amongst themselves, not a care in the world. To my surprise, Sturm and Drang were seated next to one another, several glasses of beer between them.

"Oh, don't worry about those two. I know when to cut them off." Ladiva offered helpfully. Thank you, Ladiva, but that's not what I'm concerned about... Let's just hope a fight doesn't break out.

Taking another sip from the drink Ladiva had handed me earlier, I sighed as the cool liquid slid down my throat, its chill relieving a little bit of my stress. Setting my cup down, I heard a familiar set of footsteps approach the bar.

'"Rackam! It's been awhile since you've been down here, dear." Ladiva smiled at him as he took the seat next to me. I glanced over at his frame, trying not to stare.

"Haha, sorry Ladiva. Meant to pop in earlier but I got dragged off by Io - said she needed help with decoratin'." Rackam laughed and rubbed the back of his neck.

Ladiva and Rackam carried on a casual conversation as I continued to drink, my head slowly growing fuzzy. A few more minutes passed before I found myself slumped over the bar half-asleep.

"Cap'n? You alright?" Rackam leaned over and I felt his hand brush my hair out of my face.

"Huh...?" I mumbled, sitting up. "'m fine, just tired... I think I'll head back to my room..." Slowly but surely, I pushed myself up from my seat...

...Only to stumble backwards into Rackam, who had stood up as well. My face went red and I tried to move away, but the helmsman just took my hand with a smile.

"Here, I'll help ya. Don't want you fallin' off the ship."

"R-Right..."

Ladiva waved us off as Rackam led me back onto the Grandcypher's deck, hand in hand. Walking around in the cool air made my head feel a little lighter.

"Feelin' better? How many didya have?" Rackam asked, now walking beside me.

"I'm doing okay. I had... three or four drinks, can't remember." I glanced up at the doorway to the crew's quarters and paused: "Who put mistletoe up?"

"Huh?" Rackam glanced up as well and I saw that his ears went pink. "Huh. Guess Rosetta or Io did it while the others were away."

We paused for a few moments, the realization taking a few moments to sit in. I suddenly felt very awkward, unsure if I should just-

"Mullin."

"What? Yes? Huh? Me?" The words came out in a flurry of emotions, my voice going ever so higher in pitch. Rackam laughed a little and ruffled my hair.

"Relax. Was just gonna ask you..." He paused, then looked away. "Er, nevermind. Let's just keep movin'."

Despite his words, neither of us moved. Am... Am I dreaming? Does he really want to... kiss me? That sounds so stupid when I say it out loud! But why isn't he moving? Why aren't I moving? Maybe I should- Then another thought formed in my mind.

"Um, Rackam?"

"Yeah?" His voice sounded a little lost, like he had also been thinking about something.

"Can you, uh, lean down?" I asked, nervously. Maybe this was a bad idea. No, no, I already asked. Rackam obliged and leaned ever so closer, the gap between us tightening. Realizing that this definitely was a bad idea, I put my hand over his lips before we could kiss.

"S-Sorry!" The apology slipped out of my mouth before I realized. "Uh, I'm... more than a little drunk- but-" I glanced away. "I-I guess I owe you a kiss or something. Good night!" With that, I walked back to my quarters without looking behind to see his reaction.

Throwing myself onto my bed, I couldn't help but internally scream. Why did I stop him? I wanted to kiss him too but... not like this. Not while my brain is fried. I- What did I want? Stupid, stupid, stupid!

...Maybe I'll talk to him in the morning.

[bruh-haikyuu]

X (female)reader Scenario where Tsukishima’s s/o teases and sasses him relentlessly in front of his team? Thanks xx

A/N: i’m terrible at roasting people aside from myself rip 😔 but this is based on a real life lunch table conversation i had with my friends. fr we just cursed bitches. anyway, i hope this is enough sass for you anon. Have a cool day dawg

bon mot. | tsukishima kei

word count: 609

warnings: none, just some playful banter

(n.) a clever saying, phrase or witticism

Evil cause, evil effect. You reap what you sow. If you had followed that common sense, you wouldn’t be in much trouble as you were now.

Earlier that morning, you had walked into your boyfriend’s volleyball practice, bringing in the extra college prep work your teacher had asked you to distribute. Waving fervently at Kei, you saw the color drain from his face when he made eye contact with you.

Pushing up his glasses up the bridge of his nose, he cleared the distance between you in three long strides and stared you down with a discomforted look in his eyes that said: “not now, please”. Yamaguchi followed suit, greeting you politely when he saw you.

“I’m just here to give you the Japanese literature homework for Thursday,” you said as you handed the sheets to the both of them.

“Great. Thank you. Can you go home now? I’m sure you can find out the way home on your own,” the words came out of his mouth through his teeth rather quickly as he took short side glances at his team who was trying to take peeks at you.

Looking back and forth at your boyfriend’s persistent glare and the curious eyes of the Karasuno volleyball club, a devilish smirk sprouted on your face as you cocked your head towards Tsukishima in a challenging manner.

“On second thought, I think I’ll stick around for a while,” you announce loud enough for the others to hear you. “Besides, I’ve never seen you play before.”

Before he could complain, Tanaka and Hinata had jumped between you, eager for you to take on all the answers about his exclusive love life. Abhorred at the sight, he clicked his tongue and returned to the court, a tinge of pink tinting his ears.

“Ehh~? I still can’t believe that kind of guy could find himself such a cute girlfriend,” Tanaka blabbered out, “say, L/N-san, what kind of boyfriend is he?”

“Yeah, L/N-san! Tell us something embarrassing that he does!” Hinata jumped up and down animatedly, making you bubble up with laughter.

“Oi, you two. Stop harassing the girl, will you?” the team captain shouted at them darkly.

Perhaps, you could humour them, just for a while? you had thought.

You put your hand on your chin in mock thought. “Hmm… something embarrassing? Sometimes, Kei has this strange habit of calling me “Mom” by accident when we’re texting.”

“That only happened twice! And it wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t so worried about me,” he called out from the centre of the gym. The red hue tainting his face was your sign of victory and you could feel your chest bloat with pride.

“It was surprising, you know… I didn’t know you were into that kind of stuff, Kei,” you feigned a sad pout, the statement causing the entire gym to erupt into raucous laughter. From the edge of your sight, you swore you could also see the poker-faced manager hide a snicker.

And then there was Kei.

Because his face had turned crimson, it was difficult for you to determine if he was fuming or if he was completely flushed. But you could only give him your most dazzling smile.

“I’m not buying you melon bread anymore.”

Chasing after your boyfriend was the most difficult ordeal you had to suffer with, but you saw it coming. “Come on, Kei! I said I was sorry! At least wait for me—“

Evil cause, evil effect. You reap what you sow. If you had followed that common sense, you wouldn’t have been able to see your boyfriend’s adorable blushing face for the next hundred years.