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de4dlyniightshade · 5 months

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munch! spencer, reader with migraine, spencer reads something about how orgasms can help with pain

꩜ warning!: this post is +18!!! mdni!

꩜ word count: 1.6k (got a little carried away;-;)

꩜ A/N: honestly i don't rlly like this but hopefully it's good enough :,)

You let out a quiet groan in pain as you squinted your eyes at the tv, trying to watch your favourite show but the light from the screen only made your throbbing headache worse, to the point it was almost unbearable.

"Another migraine?" Spencer asked quietly from the other end of the sofa as he looked up from his book, keeping his voice low so as to not make it any worse. You just nodded, holding your head in your hand and letting your eyes close, feeling slight relief from the light no longer beaming into your eyes.

You didn't get migraines all that often but when you did they could be pretty bad and Spencer hated seeing you in pain and hated the fact that there was nothing he could do to fix it even more, or so he thought. He'd spent hours researching ways to alleviate your pain after your last migraine, which got so bad that it practically debilitated you and you couldn't do anything but sit in a darkened room for hours until it passed.

After reading countless articles and blogs a unanimous opinion was that an orgasm relieves a large amount of the pain, one woman going as far to say that hers was completely gone afterwards. Honestly the remedy was a complete win-win, he'd be able to help you and make you feel better and he'd also get to do his absolute favourite thing at the same time, which just so happened to be eating you out.

"Do you want me to help?" Spencer suggested, laying his book down on your coffee table and turning to face you, a slightly excited feeling bubbling in his chest.

"Remember nothing worked last time, Spence" you murmured, sighing at the realisation that you'd probably end up back in your bedroom, cocooned under blankets for your unforeseeable future. You felt Spencer shift closer to you and you could practically feel the excitement radiating from him, knowing that meant he'd found some scientific way to help you and wanted to try it.

"I researched a lot about migraines and how to help you since the last one and the method that came up almost every time was that a sexual release would alleviate a large amount of the pain and i was thinking maybe..." he didn't even have to finish his sentence for you to know what he was thinking, as soon as he uttered the word "sexual" you knew what he had in mind.

"You seriously think it'll work?" Your tone was hopeful and you were prepared to try anything at this point, feeling your pain slowly worsen the more time went on. you'd tried almost every other remedy you'd been suggested by friends and nothing had worked even a little and painkillers did nothing for you no matter how many you took.

"It's worth a try," Spencer smiled, resting his hand on your lower back. you knew he wasn't just doing this for himself, it was just convenient that he loved nothing more than to be buried between your legs.

"Alright, but if this doesn't work I'm not gonna be happy" you were only half serious, you were happy to let Spencer run his little experiment, considering that if it did work, you'd both not have a migraine anymore and would have had an incredible orgasm, so either way, you got something out of the experience.

You watched as Spencer moved to turn off the TV, leaving just a lamp on so that it was light enough that he could still see but dark enough that it wouldn't hurt your head so much.

You quickly hooked your fingers into the waistband of your underwear and pants, lifting your hips to tug them down over your ass and slide them down your legs, kicking them to the side to deal with later as Spencer moved to eagerly kneel in front of you, placing his hands behind your knees and leaning down to press a chaste kiss just above your left knee.

You smiled as you slowly spread your legs apart, watching Spencer's eyes glint with anticipation. You already knew the drill—moving to place your legs over his shoulders the way he liked it and shifting forward on the sofa to give him better access.

Spencer didn't waste any time with teasing, reminding himself that this wasn't for him, no matter how much he enjoyed it; this was an attempt to alleviate your pain.

You let out a sigh as you felt his warm tongue lick a bold stripe up your folds before he circled your clit, moaning quietly at your taste that he'd grown to love so much.

You tangled your fingers in his hair as he buried his face deeper into you, urging your thighs apart to lap at your pussy, your quiet whines and moans egging him on as he took your clit into his mouth, sucking and licking at your sensitive nub, the stimulation making you twitch and grip his hair tighter, rolling your hips into his face as you let your head fall back against the couch.

Spencer wrapped his hands around your thighs as he nuzzled his face into you, making sure to get as close as possible to you so that he could dip his tongue into your entrance. The feeling of his warm, wet tongue pushing into you causing you to arch your back, a loud gasp falling from your lips, your migraine long forgotten.

"F-fuck spence," you whined as you tugged on his hair desperately, letting yourself grind into his mouth. Spencer continued his ministrations on your sensitive cunt, drinking in everything you had to give him with pleasure as he whined into your wantonly.

You felt Spencer push one of your legs to the side, and instantly you got the message, lifting your leg to sling it over the arm of the couch to give him access. You couldn't help but gasp when you felt his middle and index fingers prod at your entrance, teasing your hole briefly before he began slowly sliding them in. The copious amount of saliva and your arousal making it easy.

"Oh, f-fuck!" you moaned out as you felt his fingertips curl right into your g-spot, the mixture of his mouth on your clit and his fingers pressing right into that spot that made your toes curl, making your mind go completely blank as you whimpered and moaned, his name falling from your lips in breathy gasps.

Spencer began massaging his fingers into your g-spot, drawing needy moans from your lips as he brought you closer to your release, revelling in the way you moaned his name and the way that your walls clenched around his fingers.

You got completely lost in the pleasure as you rutted your hips into his face, gripping his hair harshly and pushing his face into you. You felt the familiar knot in your stomach tighten as you squirmed and shuddered, the feeling of Spencer's fingers nonstop stimulating your sensitive spot making you a needy mess.

"C-close! 'm close, Spence." Your voice was high-pitched and whiny as you warned him, Spencer only pushing his fingers harder into you, the action pulling a loud moan from your throat as your body began to shake and tremble.

You couldn't help but sling your leg back over Spencer's shoulder, letting your thighs clench around his head as you felt your orgasm approaching. Spencer's tongue never letting up his brutal sucking and licking on your clit, sending shockwaves through your body.

Spencer began moaning and whining into you, the sounds sending vibrations through your sensitive cunt and making you cry out in pleasure as your breath came out in gasps and huffs, your whole body tending as you felt your release dangerously close.

"G-god spence, I'm gonna c-cum!" You practically wailed with no regard for how loud you were being, letting out a constant slew of desperate noises when Spencer massaged your soft spot more precisely, coaxing you to your release as he sucked harshly on your clit.

Spencer let out an especially loud moan as you tugged on his hair, the intense vibrations sending you over the edge as your mouth dropped open in a silent scream, your whole body shaking and writhing as your release gushed around Spencer's fingers that continued to curl into you, coaxing you through your orgasm while he gently licked at your clit.

You were breathing heavily and still shaking slightly when Spencer slowly pulled his fingers from your sopping cunt, wincing slightly as his skin dragged against your sensitive walls. You watched as he buried his fingers in his mouth, cleaning off your release like he always did, sighing at the taste before he pulled them out and leaned back in, dipping his tongue into your slit to lap up everything he could, not daring to waste any of it.

Spencer leaned his cheek on your knee when he was satisfied, looking up at you through his lashes as you lay completely fucked out with your eyes closed, a beautifully content expression on your face.

"How do you feel?" he asked quietly, watching as you cracked your eyes open and furrowed your brows, scanning around the room and sitting up slightly, a smile spreading across your lips as you looked back down at him.

"I feel...great?!" You laughed slightly, completely fascinated by the effectiveness but also relieved that you'd found something that worked, both for you and for him. Spencer couldn't hide the wide smile that adorned his lips. He was overjoyed that his method worked as he pressed gentle kisses up your leg before he situated himself beside you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and sighing.

"i'm glad"

(dookie ass ending again ik</3 i need to work on that :,)

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chuluoyi · 6 months

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drunken angel

- nanami kento x reader

shibuya? what shibuya? nanami's picking me up right now!

genre/warnings: fluff, comfort

note: they did say... delulu is solulu

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You giggled uncontrollably as you were seated in the backseat of a cab.

"Kentooo," you gripped his necktie with this ridiculously wide grin on your face. The world was a really happy place for you now, even if it was a little spinning and you felt a bit foggy.

Nanami sighed, resigned. It wasn't typical for you to get drunk, but when you did, you became quite a handful. “Come now.”

You let out a whine, and as he himself took a seat beside you, you wrapped your arm around his waist, nuzzling your face into him.

—and clingy. You became at least thrice clingier than you usually do.

"Love you, mwah!" you slurred with literal hearts in your eyes, batting your lashes at him. Nanami maintained a deadpan expression while looking at you.

Still, he couldn't deny the thumping of his own heart when those words slipped from your sweet lips, thinking how absolutely adorable you were while at it.

He had been scheduled for a mission near Shibuya, anticipating a night of exorcising curses and returning to find you asleep in your shared apartment. But no, something seemed to have irked you tonight as you went and got wasted, and he found it out only after you called him in your drunken stupor, asking to be picked up.

Of course, he would come to get you. Finishing off those measly curses swiftly, he hurried to your location in no time at all.

You looked up at him with watery eyes, frowning at his lack of reply. “Kento, y'know that… right? Riiight?”

"I do," he gruffly replied, mindful of the taxi driver's amused chuckle. "Don't talk too much now. You're drunk."

"But I want to talk, Kento!"

Nanami shot an apologetic glance at the driver through the rearview mirror, and adjusted your position so that you could rest your head more comfortably on his shoulder.

"I love your smile," you sighed against the soft fabric of his suit. "You look most handsome when you do..."

“Hmm?" Nanami watched you, feeling his face getting warmer despite himself. Okay, you were a clingy drunk, but you were sweet.

"And I love... how considerate you are..."

"Mm-hm."

"But... I just wish... you would take care of yourself more."

Your words caught him off guard. "I already do, love."

"You don't," you spat petulantly, your gaze dropping with dejection.

"How so?"

You were no longer bubbly—you looked like you had been awake for three days straight and it finally caught up to you, as you finally succumbed to exhaustion. You had the appearance of a kicked puppy and Nanami swore you were the cutest girl he knew while being drunk.

"You're always rushing headfirst into danger. You'd do anything for kids. Especially that… Itadowi kid!" you pointed out with a deep crease on your forehead, clearly dissatisfied.

It wasn’t the first time. Nanami knew better—he didn’t miss the worry in your eyes as you saw him off, and the evident relief on your face as you hugged him whenever he came back. It was just that you didn’t voice it as much.

“I’m just… worried that…” you mumbled with a pout, totally heartbroken, “one day… you might…”

And the fact that you still felt like that even in your half-conscious state… his heart broke a little inside.

He waited for you to continue with somewhat of a bated breath, when suddenly you leaned back on the seat and pressed your eyes together, wincing, “Ah… my head’s spinnin’”

Nanami’s face flashed with surprise and then understanding as he clasped your hand in reassurance. “Soon. We’ll arrive at our place soon. You’re going to bed then, okay?”

Even when he knew that getting drunk warranted your current state, it still made something inside him churn with concern. Nanami never liked seeing you in any kind of discomfort, no matter how trivial it was.

Upon returning to your place, Nanami took charge. He helped you change into your sleepwear, and gently removed your makeup as best as he could (he confused cleanser with micellar water). Even as your vision swayed and blurred, you recognized the way he lifted you and carried you to the bed, carefully tucking you in to ensure you were settled in as comfortably as possible.

You had this dopey smile on your face as soon as he slipped beside you in his own pajamas, blearily looking at him.

“Kento, you’re…” you whispered, still under the alcohol’s influence and yet sounded so incredibly sincere. “You’re s’good to me…”

Gods, so endearing, Nanami thought to himself. It felt nice to hear you say that, but more than that, you were completely vulnerable, trusting him entirely with your essence, and you were his—his cherished angel.

“Don’t go…” you added, the smile vanished into a sad frown. “Don’t ever leave me…”

"I won't," he replied firmly, cupping your cheeks and pressing his lips on your temple. "I'm not going anywhere, yeah? You have nothing to worry about."

It was never in him to to say much, but when he did, he meant every word of it.

“Mmm, but…”

"Sleep now, love," he muttered, enveloping you in his embrace. He pulled the covers around both of you. Nestled in his sturdy arms, you fit perfectly. His hands rubbed up and down your spine, and you sighed.

“Mmm, wuv you so, so much,” you slurred for the nth time tonight, eyes closing and a step away from going to dreamland.

In that moment, Nanami made a silent vow to do whatever it took to ensure you remained safe and happy like this always.

You were the reason—the only person for whom he would set the world ablaze, even at his own expense.

Ah, but he wouldn’t let that happen now, would he? How was he supposed to put a ring on your finger if he was gone?

“I love you too… my dearest.”

. . .

and you thought then, that you just had the most beautiful dream—one where you were right where he was.

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vanishingcherry · 9 months

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YN YLN and Charles Leclerc Take a Couples Quiz

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

author's note: this has been in my drafts for wayy to long, so ive decided to just finish it off and post it. im sorry lmao but i just couldn't watch this rot away in my wips any longer.

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The video cut to you and Charles, sitting opposite each other in front of a yellow to red gradient, smiling at the camera.

"Hi! I'm YN", you say cheerfully.

"And I'm Charles"

"And we are here to take a couples quiz!"

You are handed a stack of questions from a person off screen, and turn towards Charles.

"Are you ready?"

"Is that the first question?" he retorts.

Your face drops, now showing slight annoyance but there is still a small smile you try to hide. "That's it. Minus 1 points."

"Oh c'mon! That is not fair."

You turn to argue but the video cuts to a different scene in which you ask the actual first question.

"What things do I have, of yours, that are my favourite?

He looks up in thought before chuckling and replying. "Theres a lot, you steal my stuff all the time."

You grin. "Yes, but what's my favourite?"

"My shirts? No wait! My bracelets?" He asks.

"Yeah!" you exclaim. Turning to the camera you add. "He gets so many bracelets from fans and they are all so pretty. We keep them in a bowl on our dresser so I like to take a few whenever I go out."

Looking back at Charles, you add. "You didn't know the answer, but you still got it right so I think you deserve half a point." The staff behind the camera gives you a thumbs up, noting it down for when they would edit the video.

"Ok! Next question- which song of yours is my favourite?"

He looks at you, his eyes widening with a confused expression on his face. He looks at the camera crew and then back at you.

"C'mon, I only have 2 it's not a very hard question."

"Then answer it." you reply, looking at him with a small smirk.

"Fine. Uh, AUS23."

"Wrong!" you exclaim, laughing at the way his jaw drops in surprise.

"Then what? I know its not Miami."

"Its the one you wrote for Baku." you slyly say, knowing fully well that he hadn't released it and you were possibly the only one other than him to have heard it.

You look down at the cards you had been given, reading off the next question. "What is the first thing I eat in the morning?"

You see his smirk growing in your peripheral vision and cut in before he answers. "If you dare make a joke, I will murder you."

He laughs at that, chuckling as he looks up to think. "Um. Breakfast? It's different things every morning, but if I wake up before her then I make cereal."

Noticing the evident confusion on the faces of the cameramen, you elaborate. "It's the only thing he's allowed to make without me present. The last time I let him cook alone, he burned the pancakes and half our kitchen."

Turning red at the story, he interrupts. "Okayy, next question amore."

"Which side of the bed do I sleep on?"

"Left."

"If I could get a tattoo of something, what would it be?"

"A bouquet of flowers. The flowers would be your favourite and my favourite together."

You are shocked at his response. "How did you remember that? I told you that ages ago!"

He smiles slyly to the camera. "That is why I am the best boyfriend, there is no need for these silly questions I am already the best. She told me so in be-"

"Right. Next question." You cut him off, eyes widening as you figure out where he was going with the statement. "This is the last one. If I could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?"

"Oh this is easy. Italy. You are always talking about how much you love it. But you also love Monaco and France so depending on how you feel, one of those three."

"Well.", you look at the camera, "I think that answer deserves 2 points." Handing your questions off to the side, you turn to Charles who has started reading the first of his questions.

"If I had a ticket to anywhere in the world, where would I go?" he reads. "This is similar to yours", he mutters.

"Home", you say confidently. "He's a mama's boy, tries to go back home as much as possible."

He blushes slightly before nodding to the camera. "Yup, 1 point."

"What was I wearing on our first date?"

You reply quick as lightening. "A shirt and pants. Very gentlemanly, I remember thinking, probably the best first impression I've had of a guy."

His eyebrows raise at the confession, cockily tilting his head in the direction of the camera. "You heard her! Next, what is something I hate?"

"A lot of things, Char."

"Is that your final answer, cherie?"

"Um." you pause. "Oh I know! When manipulate stuff that you say. It makes me really mad too. It gets really tiresome when they take stuff that Charles has said that turn into into a different story altogether."

"Thats true, I do hate that." He smiles at you, reaching over to squeeze your hand once to say thank you.

"How many kids do I want?"

"3, because you have 2 siblings. But, you said you want as many as I am comfortable with!"

"Of course, amour. You're the one whose going to be carrying them, your choice is more important here. What is something I get annoyed about?"

"Oh, when Seb and Carlos beat you at those Ferrari games you play."

His jaw drops in faux offence, shaking his head as he reads out the last question on his cue card.

"What is one my hidden talents?"

You look straight at the camera, not dissimilar to The Office. A smirk grows on your face and the lens zooms in. In the background Charles can be heard complaining.

"Oh I see! You can make these jokes, but I cant?"

The video cuts to the wider angle once again, you and Charles wave at the camera.

"Thanks for watching our couples quiz! I think it's clear that I've won."

Charles rolls his eyes, eyes shining with admiration and love for you. "Bye everybody."

Comments:

charleslover: OH MY GOD!! THEY ARE SO IN LOVE IT KILLS ME

ynandcharles: their facial expressions always kill me

username89: where do i get a charles leclerc bcs i will willingly offer all the money i have

doratheexplorer16: their love for each other hurts

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witchysfics · 7 months

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Paint me

author's note : This is unedited.

Gale asks Tav to paint runes on him for a magical experiment. Fluff, and little bit risqué, if you squint.

The ink was slippery and cold as you plunged your fingers into its seemingly unending darkness. The substance quickly slid down your fingers has you hurriedly rushed over to your "canvas".

Gale sat in front of you, his back towards you. Top half bare so you may be able to paint the magic runes onto his skin. The muscles in his back stiffened ever so slightly as you made contact, beginning the first rune.

Gale had come to you for a favor, a rather.... intimate one, he described it. Your task was to paint magic runes onto his body so that he may better attune to the magic he wished to learn of. It seemed simple enough, you watched him these past days struggle with concentrating on spells in this particular study. He could use a little help it seemed.

Being a magic wielder yourself you were able to understand the concept, of course all of this was just theory, but who where you to turn away an opportunity to uncover more about the use of magic?

Maybe this magical body paint would work and you could use it more in the future. It could come in handy when you need to attune to spells without any notice to the individuals around you. Even small spells could be written onto skin and used as quick reactions against a foe.

Gale was quick to complain about the temperature of the ink as you dragged your finger along his shoulder blade. He shivered, peering over his shoulder at you, "Must it be so cold? Couldn't you have picked a different medium?" He whined, "One less.... frigid?"

You picked your eyes up from your work to look into his. He looked teasing, eyes squinted from the small smile he directed toward you, You huffed drawing your attention back to the work before you, "Squid's ink is a good conductor for magical properties. My theory is that it will help you feel the momentum of the magic through each rune as you cast." Gazing at your finger tips, "You're not the only one suffering, my fingers will be stained for days now."

"Stained?!" Gale cried. "You've ruined my beautiful body with inky stains?" He half joked, his face turning into mock anger.

"You're being dramatic, you asked for my help." You retaliated, "You said you trusted my judgment as one who "worked within the Weave.""

"Seems I was wrong to put my trust in you then." Gale's words were harsh, but the playful tone in his voice told otherwise. You gently turned his face away so he was looking forward again and he chuckles.

"If you keep distracting me this cold ink will only stay on for longer."

"Your fingertips will keep me warm enough any how."

"Gale."

"Right sorry, distractions."

Your face warmed at his comment. Gale was not shy at all when it came to comments like that, but you could never tell if his words were just his Gale nature or if they were laced with more. Your poor heart couldn't take it. This task might as well be torture. How could he ask this of you when you harbored such great feelings for him?

Your fingers traced down the expanse of his back once more, painting the final rows of inky runes.

You clapped, signaling you finished your work. Gale turned, looking into the mirror off to the side of him to get a better look at the runes on his back.

"Marvelous!" He exclaimed.

You let out a breath as you began packing away the ink, having mixed feelings about ending this intimate painting.

Just as you were to begin the journey back to your tent Gale called out to you.

"Where are you going? We aren't finished."

You turned looking back at him with a confused expression.

"There's more my dear." He said flipping the page of his book, showing you the other half of the runes.

You cocked a brow at him, "And where is the rest meant to go? There is no more room on your back."

He cleared his throat, looking nervous? His voice was soft when he spoke, "On the front half."

"Oh" was all you breathed out in realization.

You slowly made your way back to your original spot while he watched you patiently. He sat on his knees, this time facing you. You were able to see how much broader Gale was then you when his back faced you, but now? He towered over you now too, if you were to lower your head he would be unable to see your face. You were thankful for this as you opened the bottle of squid's ink and balanced it on your lap.

Looking back up at him you flashed you a nervous smile yet cheesy smile.

He's adorable.

Glancing down to his chest you were able to see the imprint of his unfortunate past with magic. You'd never seen it so clearly before. The twisting lines that curled up his neck was all that you had been able to see till now. Seeing the tattoo that once caused him great pain, now calmed, felt so meaningful it pulled at your heart. How long had a gazed at this mark and felt nothing but remorse and heartbrokenness? Does he still feel that way now even with his new "control" over it?

You bit your lip, lost in thought. Gale noticed your lingering eyes. Gently taking your hand in his he placed it on mark softly. Your eyes meet briefly as he gave you anxious but encouraging smile. Your featherlight fingers traced it, ink free and memorizing its pattern. He let out a soft noise, shuttering under your touch. Was it from the softness of your touches or from the vulnerability of the moment neither he nor yourself were sure.

He sighed dreamily, watching you. "You don't have to worry about it impeding on the runes. You should be able to paint over it just fine." He chuckled, "its a mer regrettable tattoo now." He joked but you knew he would never be able to see it that way.

Your brow furrowed, "I'm sorry."

"Don't frown love, this is the mark of the weapon that ends the dreaded absolute!"

"It won't come to that." you say firmly. "I won't let it come to that."

He doesn't say anything in response, but when you look up and see him quickly wipe one of his eyes you decide you don't need an answer.

The space between you grows comfortbly quite as you begin your painting once again.

You feel his eyes as you paint across his chest and you can't help but to feel like a squirming mess under his gaze.

"You know you can stop watching me like a teacher watches their apprentice. I'm able to handle a few simple ruins." You say in a matter-a-fact tone.

He hums. "I know. You have proven to me that you are very capable."

"Then you don't need to stare so intensely."

"That is not the reason I stare anyway."

"Why do you stare then?"

He pauses when you stop to look up at him. "Is it so wrong to watch beauty as they work?" His eyes gleam of something awaiting your response.

You have no response for him, unfortunately. Well, not a verbal one at least, as your jaw hangs slack and finger stops mid swipe. You blink rapidly and clear your throat trying to recompose yourself. Eyes averted from his you attempt to recover the rune you just scribbled out, you squeak, "You- your.... What did I say about being a distraction Gale?"

He threw his head back with laugher and you could only assume you gave him the response he was looking for.

You finish the last rune while he continues to laugh. You gaze up at him again while his head remains back, laughing, his throat on full display.

The air around him becomes filled with a different type of tension as you take this opportunity to begin the runes that were meant to be painted on his neck.

His boisterous laughing comes to a small choke when you place your inky index and middle finger on his throat and pull them down. He gulps visually and lets out a strained moan. Your fingers continue down his throat and end at the expanse of his sternum.

He looks down at you still with his head back, his mouth ajar as your voice fills his ears.

"Oh, don't become distracted Gale. I'm nearly finished." You say, your voice like velvet. While he stammers for a response you dip both of your hands in the ink, preparing for the final part of the spell

He attempts to say something else, but whatever it was is cut off by a dreamy sigh as you place both your inky hands on his face and drag your fingers down the sides of his neck while your thumbs drag down the front of his throat. You connect the inky lines to the runes toward the middle of his chest.

You prop yourself onto your knees so you tower above him. He watches you eyes unblinking and unable to look away as you place your index finger on his lips. Drawing a line down his chin and connecting it to the stripes on his throat. The final inky blob of the rune.

His eyes, half lidded with want? Desire? His face dark red from, nervousness? Arousal?

You don't get a good enough moment to look before you pick up you squid's ink and remove yourself from your flustered "canvas".

"Let me know how the spell goes Gale!" You say to him as you turn to leave. "Oh and please let me know if ever need my connection with the Weave again for your... experiments."

footnote : This is my first bg3 fic! and this is a new blog. Requests are open and I will have rules soon but for now just request without reading them since I don't have them up yet. Pretty please request cause my head is empty lol. Thanks! - Witchy

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saerotonins · 9 months

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it's ovulating szn

ft. nanami kento x fem!reader

content warnings: reader has a uterus, reader is horny, can't blame them though, kento is just fucking hot, suggestive, making out, thigh grinding, implied smut, reader has periods, reader is called a slut once, nanami nutted in his pants LOL, not beta read

wc: 915

note: wrote this while being half-asleep and delirious, i'm sorry in advance

kento just want to finally sit on the couch with you and talk about his day. especially when it's been the bane of his sanity for the past hours he had been working.

but how can you even concentrate listening to your lover when he looks especially good and delicious today?

the words just went in and out of your ears, not having any energy to comprehend any of them. not when kento's lips look so juicy and inviting. his biceps bulging through his blue blouse that is folded until his elbow, practically begging to be touched and held. not when his thighs are spread deliciously, muscles relaxed as he sigh from yet another complaint (something about gojo, but you don't know for sure), his veiny hands and forearms on the top of the cushions on the backrest, holding his face steady. and his voice — oh god— his voice. so hot and raspy that you would do anything to hear his moans right now—

"i don't think you're listening anymore, sweetheart." you search his face for any hint of dejection for not being able to be interactive with his stories, but as you take a look on his face any longer, a tiny smirk is present, giving you an idea that he knows why you're being awfully quiet.

"yeah? well, how can i?" you crawled to him from the other side of the couch, straddling his thighs and making your face closer to his, distance merely a hair's breath away. "when you look this fucking good," deciding you had enough, you cup both of his cheeks into a passionate kiss.

you can still taste the slight hint of coffee that he had earlier in the afternoon, probably his third cup of coffee but you don't mind. kento, being the gentleman he is, opted to give your hips some attention, giving it a firm yet gentle squeeze which makes things even harder for you to contain. the kiss went more aggressive, your teeth clashing against each other, your tongue exploring his mouth, finding the taste addicting.

you hear kento moan against your mouth, swallowing it all. you can already feel your panties soaking wet, you wouldn't even be surprise if you see yourself dripping on his beige trousers. you feel your pussy begging for any ounce of attention but the heavens above must have heard your wishes as kento pushes your hips firmly on his thigh, "sit like a good slut and keep yourself entertained," you knew it was the code for 'go on, use my thigh as you please' and you couldn't be any happier to oblige.

"mmh— hah— kento, oh my god," you felt yourself closer to your climax, the rub against your clit bringing your eyes onto the back of your head. the pressure is too much for you to handle that when you bit your lips to suppress yourself from being to loud, you're positively sure that it's going to bleed.

"let me hear you, darling, come on, use your big girl voice," kento was happy enough to keep your desires occupied as he felt his trousers get tight, but he doesn't mind, your needs are always above his.

"hah— oh lord, you're so, ah!" you yelped as you feel yourself closer to cumming, the friction between your clit and both of your clothed bodies too hot to handle. "i'm gonna cum, kento!" the movement of your hips getting sloppy each second is enough for him to tell even before you said it. "come on then, cum like a good girl," with that, you finally let yourself go.

as you look down at his crotch, you see a big wet patch forming. "oh my god, did you cum too?" you asked him, shocked that his dick was able to bust out even without touching it. "making you finish makes me cum, darling." he chuckles in between light pants.

"well, here's an idea," you let your hands explore his heaving chest, "what is it?" kento answered, his sultry eyes meeting yours.

"why don't we take this to the bedroom, then you can continue your story."

"will you actually listen this time?"

"i'll try." you replied with a suggestive tone, knowing he won't mind telling you the story again as long as he gets to fuck you.

"sounds like a plan."

and with that, kento lifted your body up, the both of you not being able to contain yourselves, making out towards your shared bedroom.

that night, you and kento swear to god that it was one of the best sex that had happened this year.

the next day after your steamy session, kento found you getting irritated to almost every single thing that annoyed you.

the door knob snatching the hem of your shirt? annoyed. your charger not working like it used to? absolutely livid. you found your favorite shirt on the laundry when you were planning to wear it today? at this point satan is asking to be replaced with the stages of rage you just went through.

later that night though, he saw a packet of tampon thrown on the garbage bin in your bathroom.

and then kento swore the gears in his head started working.

ah, so that's why. everything started to make sense.

the few days after that, he took care of your every need and served you like a goddess (not that he was treating you any less regardless if it's that time of the month or not).

#nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami smut #nanami fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #nanami kento smut #nanami kento fluff #jjk fluff #jjk smut #jjk x reader

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inumaaaki · 1 year

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« i will continue to love you in every timeline. »

SUKUNA SAVING YOUR LIFE

synopsis: this is based on this random thought.

a/n: this was way harder than i thought it'd be. and it took so much longer than i planned. (i even worked on it during my lectures i just couldn't get it OUT OF MY MIND). anyway, i hope you enjoy it!!!

the curse had come out of nowhere.

you'd been celebrating your victory of successfully eliminating the threat of the grade one curse with your classmates, when all of a sudden, an overwhelming surge of energy knocked the four of you to the ground.

it didn't take long for you to find yourself trapped in the special curse's domain, unable to move due to the sheer pressure of its presence. and it took even less for the three of you to become on the verge of exhaustion, able to barely fight by just for your survival.

"(y/n)! fall back!" you can barely make out megumi's urgent voice before the attack is sent your way, hitting you square in the spine.

the breath is knocked out of your lungs, your mouth opening in a silent scream. unbearable heat and discomfort surges through your bones, incapacitating you.

your hands are trembling, your vision is blurry. around you, the whole world is muffled, like a pillow settling over your five senses. the world is tinted red, and oh? was that a pool of blood increasing in volume with each passing moment?

you struggle to stand up, using whatever strength in your hands to raise yourself up, to keep fighting. if you fall that means you had failed your friends. nobara was already lying unconscious, yuuji and megumi ganging up against the special grade curse.

with shaking legs, you struggle to stand, to balance yourself. but you finally raise your head, bringing your crossed fingers in front of your temple, gathering all your strength into this finally attack.

you accumulate enough cursed energy, feeling your whole body draining, until all at once you release it, and it unleashes stronger than any attack you had ever made.

you were sure, this would hurt the curse badly, enough to create an opening for your friends to finish it off. you and the boys watch it as it finally reaches the curse, the force wave washing over it, you can see yuuji gathering his black flash, ready to take it down—

the curse stands still as the attack washes over it, it sets aflame, and you hear its terrible pained screeches. relief washes over you, the ghost of a smile making its way into your face.

until the flames die out all at once, and the curse slowly, almost comically, turns around. it's previous mocking face was all but gone now. replaced by an ugly frown, it looks angry. and it was looking straight at you.

your eyes widen, hands shaking in disbelief. you can't control the exhaustion as the aftermath washes over you, can't control your trembling lips as you finally collapse.

and then the fear, because you know it's making its way towards you, you know megumi and yuuji won't have time to hold it back. and you really don't want to die, not this soon. you have to move out of its way, but you're on your knees, watching helplessly as it dashes towards you.

unbeknownst to you, at that same moment, excruciating pain surges through yuuji's head. his hands fly up to clutch at his temples as he doubles over.

"get yourself together, we have to help (y/n)!" megumi yells but he knows it's no use, the curse had already crossed half the distance, it was going to get her, and only yuuji's supernatural strength is on par with its own, but he was busy having a migraine—

"he wants to come out!" yuuji finally yells, and in the next instant the all-familiar black tattoos slowly appear on his skin.

he begins growing in size as sukuna takes over his body. megumi couldnt believe his eyes. he had to help (y/n), why the hell did sukuna make an appearance at a time like this? he grits his teeth, taking his defensive stance, but sukuna doesn’t even glance at him.

he dashes towards (y/n), and megumi would have never believed it had he not seen it with his own eyes, but he stands between (y/n) and the curse.

with one swish of his claws the special curse they had almost been killed by is split in half.

there's rage in sukuna's face, rage that freezes megumi on his spot. a manic glint in his eyes as he pounces on the curse and rips it to shreds, even when it is clearly dead.

and when he’s done with it, as he turns around and kneels before you, that rage is nowhere to be seen.

instead, you are sitting there on your knees as you watch it unfold, certain that once the king of curses turns around, you were the one about to be ripped into pieces.

instead he's kneeling in front of you, a conflicted, almost gentle look on his usually demonic features as his large hand reaches out to you, before he stops mid-way.

and you realize with a jolt, that the great curse before you is hesitating.

you feel your heart beating wildly against your chest. you are afraid, very much so. he was so big, so animalistic. with his outstretched claws, his four eyes and his sharp fangs when he opened his mouth only to close it again.

suddenly you feel the tears running down your cheeks, and his eyes soften at the sight.

he isn't hesitant anymore when his hands, with the sheer strength you knew he possessed, wipe away at your tears so gently, so softly, cradling your face as if you were made of glass.

and when he leans in, pressing his lips to your forehead, you refuse to believe this is reality.

when he pulls away, its yuuji facing you with an incredulous look on his face. and you realize with another jolt, that with his kiss, sukuna had healed all your wounds.

you're left speechless, staring into the eyes of your pink-haired friend as if he had suddenly grown another head. he looks back at you with the same look.

***

a week has passed.

you were growing impatient, but you were also scared.

impatient because yuuji was banned from seeing anyone after his latest 'slip-up'. scared because even though you wanted an explanation for what happened, you feared what it could mean.

however, you should've known better than to assume this presumed ban would last any longer. it took only for gojo-sensei to burst into your room for you to understand his intentions.

"wanna go see sukuna-kun?"

you flush at his insinuation. to be fair, you preferred these jabs to be directed in front of your face rather than behind it. it was what everyone was speaking about, anyways. how you had somehow seduced him.

jujutsu sorcerers were truly insane, in more ways than one.

but that was at the very back of your head. as you follow your very tall sensei through the hallways, you finally reach yuuji's room.

as soon as gojo slams open the door, yuuji jumps up from his bed.

"i swear i have him under control. he just went all crazy and started torturing me from the inside. he made a pact and he only wanted to save (y/n)—"

yuuji stops as soon as he spots you.

you pale. so, it really was true. he didn't, say, hold a grudge against that particular curse, or he didn't feel bloodthirsty all of a sudden. no, but of course not, he had healed you after.

he had wiped away your fearful tears.

"yuuji-kun!" gojo-sensei suddenly exclaims. "do whatever (y/n) tells you to do." and with that, he leaves the both of you together, closing the door behind him with a slam.

"are you okay?" yuuji is the first one to break the silence.

you shake your head, "i am fine," you say lowly, "are you?" you ask him sincerely. this was, after all, the first time you'd seen each other after that dreadful mission.

he flashes you a wary smile, his hand flying to rub the back of his head. “well… ” he starts. “it’s been, strange.”

“what do you mean?”

yuuji’s face is serious when he replies. “he’s been awfully quiet.”

you don’t know how to react to that information, but you can’t help but look away.

you’re now both sitting on yuuji’s bed, knees almost touching. instinctively, you grab his hand with yours and squeeze it.

“that’s a good thing, no?”

“well, yes.” he turns to fully face you. “but he’s never this quiet. he’s always spouting insults and threats, this silence is…unnerving.”

you hum. “i see.” you nod, thinking of the best course of action. “i need to speak to him.”

the words surprised you as much as it surprised him.

“uh-oh, no well in hell.”

“you heard what gojo-sensei said, do whatever i say.”

“i am sure he didn’t mean letting out the king of curses.”

“i am sure that’s exactly what he meant.” and you were very sure. knowing your sensei, he must have known that this is eventual what you would want to do. which is exactly why he uttered that last command to yuuji.

yuuji thrashes around, muttering about how irresponsible and stupid you were being, you didn't disagree, but you stood your ground. with your arms crossed over your chest, your deadpan face finaly drives yuuji to agree.

"fine!" he finally concedes. "but you get ten seconds with him."

you laugh humorlessly, "two minutes."

"you're mad," yuuji shook his head. "i'll give you one minute, but the second i sense malicious intent i am switching."

you nod. "fair enough."

and as yuuji steps back and closes his eyes, you start to panic. what exaclty were you going to do once you face him???

you had no time to think as yuuji starts growing in size, the black tattoos appearing slowly on his skin.

and when narrowed, red eyes glare back at you, you take a deep, shaken breath.

he does nothing but stare at you. you don't miss the way his eyes scan your body, or how his displeased frown only seems to grow by the second. his overwhelming presence takes over your senses. an aura of destruction and death fills the room, and it becomes harder to see anything past the fear clouding your thoughts.

"what do you want, brat?"

somehow, hearing those words helps to calm your nerves. even if they were spoken with such disdain and displeasure. it was the indication you needed to be certain he wasn't going to attack you.

but deep down, you knew all along that he wouldn't hurt you. not really, anyway.

despite every fiber in your being telling you to take a step back, you take one step forward with shaky legs.

he seems taken aback, and if you weren't hyper aware of every slight movement he made, you would've missed the slight inhale of breath when you took another step forward.

"you have some nerve, to stand unarmed before me." he says sowly. "if this were anyone else—"

he realizes his mistake and stops. his jaw is harshly set, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. if this were anyone else.

"i know you." you finally say the words that have been plaguing you all week.

sukuna freezes. three, simple words rendering him in a state of disarray he hadn't experienced in hundreds of years. it was all he could to maintain the scowl on his face, the leer as he looked at this woman to whom he had given out his heart so, so, many years before.

he barely remembered her, and it made him all the more pissed. why would such a puny, tiny, (beautiful) creature make him, this confused? this obsessive, this protective?

he hadn't been able to stop thinking about you ever since he first saw you through the eyes of yuuji. something in him stirred, something he had long lost. but of course, he ignored the jabs he could feel every time you got yourself hurt. he didn't care. he never did.

so why had he gone feral when you had laid there, on the brink of death? the thought of losing you, of your death. it was suffocating, unbearable, he couldn't allow it. he didn't allow it. did he?

and this was why you were here, standing so close to him. loooking at him with those big (e/c) eyes that searched his for answers. you look so soft, so weak compared to his strength; he knew he could kill you with one swipe of his claws. the thought, however, didn't entice him one bit.

and then you spoke those words. i know you. and it was as if you had read him perfectly, saw right through him. understood exactly what was going on here.

"you know me too." it wasn't a question.

your voice was so low, so shaky, but not uncertain. you suddenly wanted to touch his rough skin with your own, to close the distance and feel him. how was it, that one felt affection for a monster?

"you need to stay away from me," he says, and your eyes find his. they were pained, but stern.

"why?"

"because i am a curse." he steps closer, and you realize with a jolt how close he was to you, how, if anyone of you takes one step closer, your chests would collide. "isn't that common knowledge for you troublesome sorcerers?"

and then his hands hover again, just like they did back then when he saved you. and even if he does hesitate like last time, this time, he continues. until his finger is on your face.

gently, slowly. one finger, and then the rest follow as he cradles your cheek.

the breath has long been knocked out of you. he towers over you and you're frozen. how can a beast such as him gaze at you with such longing?

"why do i know you?" you whisper, and he gently shakes his head.

the movement is slow as his eyes roam your face, until they finally settle on your lips. he slowly brings his thumb to brush over your lips.

your heart almost burst through your chest. your lips slightly part.

you can't move, not under his gaze. not when he was this big, this magnificent.

all too soon, he pulls away.

"never seek me out again." he says. you panic, hands reaching out to stop him as he steps away.

but you were too late, yuuji's confused face staring back you.

***

you toss and turn in your bed that night.

a simple moment you'd spent with him, and it had completely taken over your thoughts.

despite your better judgment, for the nth time that day, your fingers ghost over your lips.

you could still feel his touch, hot and hiding a secret you wished to unfold.

who were you to him in your past life? you shudder at the possibilities, at the truth you saw in his rough, yet sincere gaze.

eyes softening at the reminder, you hug your pillow tighter to your chest, as you let out a defeated sighed.

until they suddenly harden upon the following events.

somehow, the higher ups had gotten wind of the situation. you were summoned immediately after departing from yuuji's room.

"this is an unprecedent case," they had said.

"you do understand the importance of this task, don't you, (l/n)?"

"make sure to earn the affection of the king of curses, that way, we might finally be able to control him."

what did they expect you to do? you were barely able to get a minute to speak with him, let alone earn his affection. whatever that meant.

amidst your jumbled thoughts, a yawn makes its way to your mouth. you feel the fatigue washing over you. tapping on your phone screen, it lights up. 2:47, it says. you really should sleep.

but just as soon as you start closing your eyes, your phone starts buzzing non-stop.

annoyed, but more so alarmed, you quickly reach out for your phone. it was yuuji who was blowing up your phone.

pink-haired dork:

(Y/N)!!

he's killing me

he wants to see you

he's demanding to see you

(y/n) i want to see you too, something has happened i need to tell u.

don't come to my room we're both being watched.

(y/n) are u here??? wake up!!!!

you sit up straight, staring at the screen apprehensively. your fingers begin tapping away.

what do u mean we're being watched?? wth

your phone buzzes instantly.

pink haired dork:

megumi told me. he and nobara overheard a conversation earlier. we didn't understand what it meant but i think sukuna does.

he's been pestering me for hours but he just told me it means you're in danger

your confusion increases as you begin to reply.

and you believe him?

pink-haired dork:

i can't risk not to. if this true, (y/n), then we need to get you out of here.

before you can reply, your phone buzzes again.

meet me by the fountain in 15

climb out of the window.

DON'T USE THE DOOR

THEY'RE WATCHING IT

it wasn't that you didn't believe him, this was a hundred percent a scenario you should have seen coming. the higher ups would take advantage of any situation if it meant gaining an advantage over a curse. what you were doubtful again, was the sukuna part.

you don't think too much as you sneak out, not wanting to make yuuji wait out in the cold. you wear a jacket and rush out into the chilly night, being extra careful not to make any sound.

you spot him pacing back and forth besides the fountain. once he hears you coming, he lifts his head. the next moment he was dragging you by the wrist to a more scheduled spot in the garden.

"yuuji what—"

he shushes you, until you reach the location hidden by overgrown trees and vines. "we can't risk anyone seeing us together," yuuji says. "we can't anyone see you near him."

"i got that, but why? what happened?"

"by the ocean's might she was reaped. the devil's claw invincible after an era of peace. the skies welcomed his calamity. against the cruel sorcerers he swore his wrath. the world shall never again know peace shall she be reborn.''

the words were suddenly spoken from yuuji's cheek.

yuuji only nods. as if you were supposed to understand what that meant.

"what does that even mean?" you cross your arms over your chest. and when yuuji only looks as confused as you, you frown.

"this is what megumi and nobara overheard, and sukuna is saying—"

"so you don't know what it mean?"

"no. but he does."

"so tell him to explain!!"

"he won't, unless i let him out."

"let him out then!" you finally retort. you see yuuji falter, you understand his hesitance. but if sukuna wanted to hurt you, he would have already, wouldn't he?

"okey, okey. just be careful alright?" he sends you a stern look. all you could so is nod as you prepare yourself for another showdown with the king of curses.

and once he stands before you in all his glory, you realize this is a bit easier than last time. after all, he was the one who wanted to see you.

"i thought you said, 'never seek me out again'" you make a terrible impression of his previous order.

a big mistake.

you blink and you're pushed on the ground, his hand wrapped around your throat. he was only lightly squeezing, but with his intimidating form leering over you, his fangs barred inches away from your face, you can't help the fear that crawls into your senses.

"know your place, brat." he whispers into your ear. goosebumps erupt against your skin. you can't believe how fast he was, you didn't even see him coming.

you glare at him, trying to wiggle out, but he overpowered you compeltely.

"let me go," you meekly say, looking up into his eyes.

he had already been staring at you intensely, no, not you. your lips. you suck in a shaky breath. in this compromising position, it wasn't difficult to assume what he was thinking about.

"what are you doing?" your voice, barely a whisper.

and then his eyes look up at you, focused on you. "if you'll allow me, i'll make you remember."

you don't know how to answer because you don't understand what he's saying. you also can't form words, they stay, stuck in your throat. and he can see you’re confused, so he decides to show you what he meant.

he leans his whole body in. his breath fans your face. his presence consumes you, he was everywhere. you couldn’t nt ignore it even if you wanted, how his lips were grazing yours, how you knew if you didnt stop this—

you turn your face away. "no!"

"you don't really have a choice, sweetheart."

and you really don't know what he's going to do to you. and you're really scared. and you're trapped, and helpless. and you're wondering why yuuji isn't switching back. you can only close your eyes and await what's to come.

you were expecting a lot of things, but sukuna gently kissing you wasn't one of them.

his rough lips move against yours. a small peck, at first, as if testing, and when you relax into his touch, (a rush of warmth curses through you, as if this is exactly where you need to be), he molds his lips on yours. his hands that had left your neck land softly on your cheeks, in your hair.

and when his gentle ministrations continue, you finally understand what he meant.

you think he had imbued some cursed energy into the kiss, because suddenly the memories come crashing on you.

you see yourself, but not quite you, loving him. not his human form, no. you had loved him as a curse. you see yourself living with him, chastising him against hurting humans. and he listens. for a decade you lived together.

until he had gotten you pregnant. and that's when the jujutsu sorceress of that era had come together. they had ignored your dallying with the curse because it had benefitted them. the biggest threat to them had been tamed by you, after all.

by when they heard news of your condition it was decided. you could not bring his child into the world. a hybrid, an abnormality. they couldn't risk this unpreceded situation from unfolding.

and so they drowned you when sukuna was away, with your unborn child. sukuna came back to find your body floating lifeless ashore. and the sorceress ambushed him then.

in his grief he was overpowered, and despite killing every last one of them, he was still sealed away.

when the vision stop and you're back to reality, you come face to face with a sukuna watching you intently, with concern flashing on his face.

tears were streaming down your face.

"the world shall never again know peace shall she be reborn.'' he whispers. "a mother's wrath born and unseen, awaiting endless moon cycles to be unleashed."

"that's the rest of the prophecy." he pulls away completely, leaving you lying there, consumed by an overwhelming feeling of grief. "they believe you will avenge what happened once i restore your memories, this is why they're discussing what to do with you."

sukuna might have pulled away, doing nothing but staring as your tears fell, but it was taking him everything not to wrap his arms around you, to comfort you and tell you he'll never let those bastards touch you. never again.

and then you sit up and look at him, with those big eyes he had once worshipped. you don't say anything, processing what he had just told you.

the elders want you dead because of a baseless 'prophecy'? how absurd. how utterly foolish.

but you can't help but be scared. they had killed you once. or, even if that wasn't really you, it certainly felt like it. you rub your shoulders, trembling and whimpering.

and then sukuna can't hold back anymore. he makes his way to you, and takes both your hands with his. he squeezes tightly, tighter than he intended.

"no one will hurt you again, or i'll kill them." he says, and watches as your eyes widen, as the tension in your shoulders dissipates, even if by just a little.

because you know. you can feel the truth in his world. he was't going to let anyone harm you ever again. and you weren't sure if that thought ought to comfort you or scare you to the bone.

a/n: i might do a part 2??? there’s just so much sexual tension between them that deserves to be….written about XD

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purplesuitcowboy · 2 months

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tw: rape and incest. please don't read this if that's not what you're looking for.

this is part 2. read part 1 (x)

Not knowing what else to do with herself, Karly dutifully finished scrubbing the floor. She even cleaned up the puddle of cum that they had left on the floor. She tried hard to focus on the task at hand and not the heat between her legs. As horrifying as the situation was, Karly found herself impossibly horny and the only thing she really wanted was to be filled up by her father's fat cock. The only thing scarier than the fact that he had ruthlessly fucked her was the growing desire she felt for him to do it again. There must be something wrong with her, there was no way she truly wanted him to do that to her again.

The task finally finished, she wandered into the back of the house to find her father. Eventually, she found him in his study. She knocked lightly on the door, which had been left sightly ajar, and then entered the room. He was typing away at his computer like he usually was, completely absorbed in his work.

"Ah, I finished the floor," she told him, voice uncharacteristically shaky.

She didn't know what to do with this man who looked just like her father but behaved like a stranger. She stood on edge, wary of what he was going to do next.

"Alright, let me finish this and then we'll go."

She nodded and turned on her heel to leave but he stopped her.

"Just come here and wait while I finish working on this. I shouldn't be much longer."

Her face betrayed her confusion and she wanted to resist, to run away to the safety of her room but she did as she was told. She walked behind his desk, careful not to knock over any stacks of books or boxes of paper, and stood next to him awkwardly. He took a break from his typing to level his heavy gaze in her direction. A tsk of disapproval escaped from his lips as he pulled her into his lap. Karly released an undignified squawk of surprised as he dragged her to him.

She settled awkwardly in his lap, her ass pressed against his pelvis and her legs spread out on either side of his. He hadn't held her like this since she was a child but the abnormality of the contact didn't seem to bother her father, he kept his arm draped loosely around her waist as he continued to work. After several minutes passed with him dutifully working while she sat in his lap, she began to relax. She leaned her head back onto his shoulder, lazily casting her gaze to his computer screen. Her eyes glazed over as she looked at rows and rows of meaningless numbers recorded in an excel spreadsheet. Her mind wandered and she sat looking at nothing, thinking of nothing in particular.

She didn't seem to notice his hand drop from high on her waist to above the waist band of her shorts, and then between her legs. The first time his hand brush against her pussy, she thought it was an accident but the second time, she knew that it wasn't.

"Daddy," Karly said, trying unsuccessfully to push his hand away.

"Come on," he told her, drawing his hand away from his laptop and up under her top to grope her perky tits. Roughly, he pulled and pinched at her nipples until they stood erect. "Don't act like you don't like it."

Karly stammered trying to come up with a response. Of course, she didn't like it. It was wrong. She couldn't believe that he would imply otherwise. Ever insistent, he slid his hand under the waistband of her shorts, rubbing two fingers along the chubby lips of her pussy before he slipped them inside of her wet cunt. A loud slck slck sound could as he pumped his fingers in and out of her slick folds. Karly was torn, half mortified that such a sound came from her body and half pleased that her father's fingers were filling her pussy again. He tsked again, his voice low and his breath tickled her ear.

"Look at this, you're soaked."

Karly's gasped at the sensation. She tried to get up but she couldn't get out of his lap, his grip on her was too tight. Steadily, he pumped his fingers in and out of her, breaking every now and again to circle her little clit. She panted and whimpered, familiar warmth began to pool in her stomach. It felt too good. As he continued to grope and finger fuck her, she could feel his hard on grow against her ass. She wanted it, she realized. She wanted more. Hesitantly, she rocked her hips back and forth, grinding against his fingers and his cock.

"That's it," he told her, voice low in her ear," atta girl."

She felt herself being slowly drawn to the edge but right before she could tumble over into the pure bliss of orgasm, he stops removing his hand from her shorts. She turned her head to look at him, desiring so much for him to put his hand back where it was but afraid to say the words. He pushes her to her feet and then tugs at her shorts.

"Come on. Take these off for me."

She does as she is told, sliding the tiny shorts off of her legs, exposing her bare cunt and bottom to her father. She hears a light jingle and soft rustling, as he moves his thick cock from his trousers. This is her first time seeing it and she almost cannot believe that he got the whole thing inside of her. Seeing it scared her but her father didn't give her too much time to dwell on the feeling as he pulled her back into his lap onto his waiting cock. It slid in easier this time than before and it still hurts but now it hurts in a way that she finds almost pleasurable. She is deliciously full, completely impaled on his cock.

Her father put a hand on her hip, moving her hips with his hand to show her how he wanted her to move. She followed his guidance, grinding her cunt down on his hard cock. He thrust up into her, matching her movements until they were rutting against each other. He wraps one of his arms around her waist for leverage and with his free hand, he places his fingers between her legs rubbing her clit. Karly's pussy clenched tightly around his cock as she came, shuddering and shaking in his arms.

She had gotten her orgasm and now it was his turn. He pushed her forward so was she bent over his desk. His hands gripped tightly to her hips, he fucked her at a rough pace, thrusting deep into her womb over and over again. She scrambled for purchase, trying to grab hold of something on the desk to stabilize her but she only ended up knocking a stack of papers off of his desk.

He wrapped a hand around her neck and pulled her back to him until her shoulders met his chest and her ass pressed against him. Her body arched like a bow as he continued his brutal onslaught. The rhythm of his thrusts became frantic as he neared his orgasm. For the second time that day, he shot his load deep into her cunt. Karly sagged in his arms, as he caught his breath. He hadn't felt this kind of desire since he was a young man. He'd just cum but looking at her with her ass out, spread out over his desk had him craving yet another round.

He hadn't slept with anyone since his wife died but fucking Karly had awoken the beast in him and he was insatiable. It was becoming impossible to look at her without wanting to fuck her until she was shaking, crying, and stuffed full of his cum.

He pulled out of her with a grunt and a load of his cum followed, dripping down her legs and onto the floor. They had things to do today. He couldn't just spend the day with his fingers and his cock in his daughters tight pussy. He tucked himself into his pants and then handed Karly her shorts.

"Get yourself cleaned up, okay? We still need to go to the pharmacy."

Without a word, Karly took her shorts and wandered into her bedroom to get dressed to leave the house. She cleaned herself up and dressed, trying not to think about the fact that she'd fucked her dad again and that she had enjoyed it. She met him at the front door of their home. He stared, unabashedly at her taking in her perky tits in her tight crop top and her full legs and hips which were accentuated by her pleated skirt. It wasn't anything outside of the normal for her clothing wise but he'd never gotten to truly enjoy it until now.

"Dressed like this, you're making me think you want me fuck you again. Are you wearing underwear?"

A shocked look crossed Karly's features at his words. Suddenly self conscious, she looked down at her clothing. She guessed that the shirt was a little tight but she didn't think that she'd picked him on purpose to bait him. She almost wanted to change. His question about underwear caught her off guard and she found herself nodding in confirmation.

"Give 'em here."

There's no way that he was serious. She searched his face looking for a sign that it was joke but found none. He stood there at the door to their home with his hand out, waiting for her to give him her underwear. She caved and pulled down her cotton panties, handing them to her father who slid them into his pocket.

"Alright, let's go."

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9 to 5 (what a way to make a living) // logan sargeant

summary: its y/n's first day of work at her new job, and logan is trying his best to make sure everything goes as smoothly as possible.

pairing: logan sargeant x girlfriend!reader

warnings: logie bear being the bestest boyfriend ever.

author's note: no logan fic will ever quite match 'jolene', but in the same spirit, here is another logan x dolly crossover event :)

she had taken the clothes out of her closet the night before, the dress pants hanging from the bedroom doorknob, silk shirt pressed over the back of her desk chair. she had been so nervous the night before that it had taken two melatonin to knock her out for the night.

which is why logan felt so bad for needing to wake her, but if she was going to make it to the first day of her new job on time for nine am sharp, she couldn't sleep in any longer.

"princess." he hummed, gently shaking her shoulder. he could smell the toast from the kitchen, hear the soft hum of the morning show he had put on the flat screen tv. "its time to wake up. its your first day of work."

"no, fuck off." she whined, smacking logan's hand away. "i don't wanna go. you have more than enough money for both of us."

logan knew that was true. he'd been born with the metaphorical silver spoon, but that didn't mean his dad didn't make him work for it, and that he wasn't still 'working for it'. it was just in a job that was more highly paid than anything else on earth.

he also knew that y/n would go insane sitting around the house all day with nothing to do, so it was important that she went to work, found a purpose and made new friends. that she socialized with other people once in a while.

"come on, you're getting up. go have a quick shower, i'm making breakfast, and they're interviewing ryan gosling on kelley and mark this monring."

begrudgingly, she sat up, her hair tangled and her face marred with red lines from the imprint of her pillowcase. "i hate you."

"no you don't." logan laughed. "shall i go finish breakfast, or do you need me to stay here and make sure that you get out of bed?"

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logan was in the kitchen, listening to the morning show hosts play 'stump mark', and frying up the flattened breakfast sausages. the table was already set, laid out with fresh flowers, a large stack of toast, a glass of ice water and three small heart-shaped chocolates.

everything needed to be perfect.

he had even taken the day off to make sure that all the household chores got done, and that his beloved could relax when she got home.

she emerged from the bedroom, hair still damp but curled around her shoulders, the silk shirt hugging her torso. silver hoops dangled from her ears, and logan thought she looked beautiful.

"awe, logan. you made me breakfast?" she sighed, hands over her heart.

logan grinned, pulling out a chair at the kitchen table. "and lunch. and i made you a hot chocolate to go, and packed your purse with all the essentials. i'm also working from home today, so if there's anything you think of during the day that needs to be done and starts making you anxious, shoot me a text, i'm sure james won't mind if i'm only half present in a meeting."

her heart felt full, her skin warm. she took a bite of the breakfast logan had prepared to buy herself time to think of a thoughtful answer, one that meaningfully encompasses just how much this gesture meant to her.

"logan, you're too good for me."

in a world of crappy boyfriends, and ones that are sweet and funny and kind yet unattractive (and the ones that look stunning but act like pieces of crap), how did she end up with a man like logan? a one in a million, authentic, rich, athletic, funny, charming, caring boyfriend?

"no i'm not." logan grins, hugging her from behind and placing a soft kiss to the top of her head. her hair was still damp, and smelled like her pumpkin spice shampoo, even though it was the middle of spring. "you're too good for me."

"can i trust you to make dinner as well, or will i come home to a burned down house?" she asked slyly, turning to face her boyfriend, still twirling a piece of bacon around her fork.

logan laughed. "babe, i think i can handle it. kyle is gonna come over, we'll get the barbecue out and make an afternoon out of it. the panthers are playing today!"

he was so excited, she almost didn't want to ruin it by reminding her lover of what happened the last time he invited kyle over to barbecue something. they were fishing charred brisket out of the pool weeks later. having the kirkwood boy over at their house just opened a whole new pandora's box. one that she was always happy to be a part of.

as long as she wasn't cleaning up after them.

feeling her eyes on the back of his skull as he crossed to the other side of the table, logan relented. "we're not making brisket today! just a simple steak roast."

"sure. you say that now, but once you and kyle start drinking, you overestimate yourselves." she jokingly jabbed back.

"don't you have to go to work?"

"don't remind me! i'm hoping they'll forget i was supposed to start today."

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at long last, and at the moment she was dreading the most, she was ready to leave for work. her purse was slung over her shoulder, packed thoughtfully by her boyfriend to contain a small bottle of sodastream water with berry flavoring, a fresh lip balm, her allergy medication, a printed map of directions to her office, and her car keys.

she paced the front hall nervously, resisting the urge to scrunch her shoulders and tuck her hands away into the sleeves of her trench coat.

she could do this. she was about to be a working woman. this is why she went to college.

but her bed was so warm, and that book on her nightstand really needs reading. and she's two episodes away from the finale of big little lies-

"stop looking for reasons not to go." logan sighed, hands in the pockets of his adidas pants as he leaned against the doorframe. "you're going to do great, princess. they'll love you."

"how are you so sure?" she asked quietly, avoiding his eyes as she brushed a few errant strands of hair out of her face. "what if i get there and i'm bad at everything, or my supervisor hates me and i get fired and it takes me years to find another job-"

"babe, babe. calm down." logan soothed, resting his hands on her shoulders. "look at me, pretty girl. you are brilliant and funny and smart, and way more emotionally intelligent than most people give you credit for. your worked hard for this degree, and you earned it. if they don't love you there, that's their loss. any boss would be lucky to have you. you graduated on the dean's list, for god sakes. you will do just fine."

she wanted to believe him. she really did. but there was still a small voice in the back of her head that just kept going on about what-if's.

logan pulled her in for a hug, gently running a hand up and down her back.

"you are going to do wonderfully. and if you don't? i will be your sugar daddy while you find a new job."

he wasn't serious when he said it, and he knew he had said the right things when y/n began to laugh in his arms.

"don't say that. now i'll never go to work. i'll just lie by the pool with my book and make googly eyes at the pool boy while you do all the work. you know, like all rich couples." she giggled, pulling away so logan could see her face, and fully tell that she was joking.

"i love you." logan said, cupping her face with one hand, leaning in to kiss her softly. "i'm so proud of you, you deserve this job more than anyone i know."

"i love you too, logie bear. and please try not to burn the steaks."

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Please, I'll be good

Masterlist here.

Word count: 1,200+

Synopsis: after rescuing you in the heat of battle, he can no longer contain his desires for you. He was so good. He can keep being good if it means you'll keep kissing him.

Koby, Sanji, Corazon, Sabo, Buggy, Shachi, Ace, Penguin

Themes: unrequited love, semi-sub!love-interest x semi-dom!reader, gn!reader, kissing, confessions of love, he sits on your lap, he is incredibly needy, he just wants to kiss you, fully clothed, sfw, literally just kissing, you call him "sweetheart," brief mention of 'reader' having a friends-with-benefits relationship with another character.

Notes: I couldn't get this kiss out of my head, and I needed to write it down. It was written with Sabo in mind, but I could seriously see any of these wonderful men in his position. I love writing kisses 🖤. Big thank you to @sordidmusings for her suggestions with the inner monologue 😩👌

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He saved you. Again.

Whether it was standing beside him in combat, rescuing you from unwanted attention at a tavern, ensuring you were well fed and hydrated during the day, taking care of all the supplies you needed upon your next adventure - he was always there by your side: your associate, confidant and friend.

In this set of unique circumstances, he managed to do more for you than simply tear you from combat. He saved you. Truly, saved you.

A finishing shot was aimed at you, and your body froze in place. With your eyes wide, he snatched you from your stance and whisked you from your place in the heat of battle.

After checking you for injuries, he cupped your cheek and uttered with all sincerity: “You're safe. I've got you.”

“Thank you, Sweetheart,” was all you managed to whisper in your shock, a name you had bestowed to him, half in jest, that simply stuck. He was a sweetheart, and you had no choice but to refer to him as such.

The relationship between the two of you was strong, as close as close friends could be. You shared your deepest secrets with him, and he shared his thoughts with you. You adored him, everything about him just sang to your soul.

At one stage early on in your comradery, you could've seen yourself diving into something deeper with him. But as you both opened yourself up more in your friendship, you chose to halt it in place. “Flirty friends,” is how you'd refer to it, “Just flirty friends.”

Casually lounging on the plush sofa beside him, you notice he's a little more on edge than usual. He's sitting up straight, rigid and firm beside you as his eyes fix on a point on the wooden panel behind the unwoken transponder.

Attempting to put him at ease, you sit up a little and rest your head on his shoulder and bring your hand up to encase his within yours.

“Thank you again, Sweetheart,” your words whisper as you trace gentle circles into the back of his hand with your thumb, “You're always so good to me.”

His body seemed to tense up more, the softest hitch in his breath alerting you of his discomfort.

“Are you okay?” You ask, leaning away from his shoulder to glance into his face. His eyes remain fixed on the point, his teeth clenched behind his closed lips.

In one final attempt to put him more at ease, you lean up and gently touch your lips to his right cheek. A soft gasp along with the turn of his cheek inwards had you pull away from him to check in one more.

“Sweetheart, what's wrong-?” You attempt to ask, he immediately speaks over the top of your concerned tone with an unsure and elevated tone. He avoided your gaze with his eyes, but kept his face turned towards you.

"-Look, I know you've got someone. M-Maybe even a couple of someone's. I know I'm not what you want-...” He utters quickly, his words tumbling over his lips faster than he can hold them back, “...-I just want you to know that you're what I want. You're the only one I want. If you could be that for me, for just a little while, I'll be so good to you. Please.”

You're left stunned. You’d often play into your friendship a little with some light banter and flirting, simply to see how far he'll play along. Flustering him, watching him hide his smile by downturning his face, was one of your favorite things to behold. Whether you were working, or relaxing in your home for the night with a few of the others - he was often flustered with your words and body language.

He quickly turned his head more and angled his chin down, seeking out your lips with his own. He hovered just before making contact, dancing with the borders of friendship and giving in to his craving for something more.

“I suppose you do need something beyond a simple kiss on the cheek this time,” you smiled at him, cradling his cheek beneath your right hand and drawing him closer, “You've been so unbelievably good to me, afterall.”

Smiling broadly, you lean forward to press your lips gently against his in a chaste kiss. He deeply and sharply inhaled through his nose, a subtle whimper rising from within his mouth. This small peck ended as soon as it began, his body chasing yours upon your retreat. He wordlessly called with his body to you, beckoning you into another kiss.

You give him just a touch more than the kiss prior: a real kiss that is deep, long and loving. A kiss that leaves him begging for more and more. Any time he thinks you may end it, any time that you start to slow down or lighten the pressure, he’s grasping to have you impossibly closer and begging you not to break your lips from his.

In his mind, he is crying for you, screaming for this moment to never cease. “Just give me a little more, anything. I'm sorry I'm not what you want but could you please keep doing it? Please, please? As a reward?”

“I was good!” He continued his inner monologue, hungrily claiming your lips against his own, “I can keep being good for you.”

You could feel his desperation from each kiss he placed upon your lips, hungrily seeking more and more each time he broke one kiss to lead into another.

“I’ll be so good,” he whispered into your skin, his breath tickling against your lips as your eyes widened in response, “Please. I'll be good. So, so good.”

“Sweetheart- mmmfph!” you whispered his name as he consumed your words with his mouth hurridly, his eyes flinching as he drew his body closer.

“Y-Yes?” He stuttered, his knees crawling up onto the cushioned base of the sofa as he prowled towards you. You responded by inching away from him and bringing your hands down to cup behind his thighs.

Urging him towards you with your hands, you press your back against the frame of the back-rest of the sofa, and usher him to straddle your lap. His hands flew up to your cheeks, his long fingertips finding the hair behind your ears and lacing them within it.

He hastily pressed his lips into yours, turning his head and moaning against your mouth. Prying open your lips with his, he hurriedly sought your tongue out with his own: savoring every moment you were granting him your undivided romantic attention.

Raking your hands over his thighs, you drew them up to his hips: fingers dancing along the hemline of his shirt. He winced away, a huffed laugh in reaction to your gentle touch, a laugh that caught within his mouth as you tickled his skin.

He reached his hands down over your own, breaking your contact away from his stomach and placed them on the back rest beside your head. He interlaced his fingers with your own, deepening the kiss as you took every moment of affection he was pressing into you.

“Sweetheart,” you whispered once more, attempting to break away your lips from his to no avail.

“Please,” he whimpered against your lips, “Please, let me keep kissing you,” he sobbed, kissing the corner of your lips and uttering, “I just want to kiss you.”

Your eyes widened, darting down to his lips and back to his beautiful eyes. Your lips parted as you began articulating your thoughts, halting only as he drew his fingers to your lips and pressed against them softly.

“Please.”

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leighsartworks216 · 6 months

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Not Tonight. Not To You. Never Again.

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader (can possibly be read as platonic)

Something something Astarion would kill anybody who tries to take your drink at a party something something

I started this while sitting in the car doing laundry, and I'm finishing this while very sleepy. It was half proofread, again bc I'm sleepy

THIS FIC CONTAINS THEMES OF DATE-RAPE DRUGGING AND SEXUAL ASSAULT

Warnings: drugging, references to sexual assault, swearing, blood, murder, slight protective Astarion, no actual assault happens, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1,374

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You blinked as the world tilted on its axis, blurring at the edges of your vision, before it stood upright again, only slightly hazy. Had you really had that many drinks tonight? It didn't seem like it. Maybe this tavern's brew was stronger than you were used to?

"Everythin’ alright? You look a bit sick."

You look up at Karlach with a reassuring grin. You hated to worry any of your friends, but least of all the tiefling. She wore her heart on her sleeve, and you'd hate to see it crack. "I'm fine. Think I should head to bed - this stuff is stronger than I thought it would be."

She frowned. "Really?" She peered into her tankard, confused. "Seemed a bit weak to me."

You chuckle. It sounded distant. "Guess I'm a bit of a lightweight." You push your mug away and stand on shaky legs, using the table for support. "Goodnight, everyone."

Those who hear you bid you goodnight as well, some raising their ales in gratitude and others teasing you about not being able to hold your liquor. Astarion stares at you like he's studying you, brow pinched tight. You offer him a smile, before doing your best to stumble toward the stairs.

Halfway there, a waiter comes to your side, wrapping an arm around you and smiling brightly. You recognized him through the fog in your vision; he'd been the one to serve you drinks. "Need a hand there, hero?"

You laugh, world spinning once more as you allow yourself to lean into his support. "A hero that can't hold their liquor," you drawl. "Some hero, eh?"

He chuckles by your ear. He bears most of your weight as he helps you up each well-worn step, steering you toward your room. How'd he know which one was yours? "I hardly think it affects the world's view of you," he assures. "After all, you did save Faerûn."

"It-" Your body lurched forward, all of your limbs turning to lead. The world continued to swirl and wave and twist, until you couldn't distinguish up from down or left from right. Black spots began dotting your vision, blocking out some of the vertigo. Your stomach churned, your head ached. "'t wasn' jus' me..."

"C'mon, love. Your room is just here. Let's get you to bed."

A bedroom spun in your vision, but not for long. The last thing you saw was the waiter's grinning face as you fell to the floor, too weak to stand any longer and too dizzy to stay upright if you had.

Where....

........... Astarion.........?

"Tav?" Something cold touches your face. "Darling, wake up."

"Mmnf..."

"That's it. You're safe now."

You blinked open your eyes but winced at the light that greeted you. You heard a soft hiss.

"Is that better?"

You tried again, and were grateful to find it was no longer so bright. You looked around, trying to get a sense of your surroundings.

"You're in your room." Astarion sneered, glaring at something on the floor. "But we should move you to mine before you try sleeping again.”

“Mm? Why..?” You groan as you sit up. Your body feels so heavy, like it was made entirely of stone. Astarion helped you up with a hand to your back. You followed where his gaze had been. Laying face down on the floor, in a puddle of blood, was… the waiter? You blinked stupidly at the corpse. “What happened?”

Once he was sure you wouldn’t fall backwards, he sat down on the edge of the bed next to you. “Bastard drugged you. Gods know what he would have done to you if I hadn’t followed you up.”

Your brain was still slow, trying to piece together what had happened before this. You remember celebrating a battle won. You’d bought drinks for everyone, and… You closed your eyes, taking deep breaths as bile rose to your throat. “Oh, fuck,” you gasped. “I-I thought the drinks were just strong, I-”

He carefully touches your arm. “It’s not your fault, love. No doubt he’d gotten good at tricking people.”

You shook your head, looking at him with wide, lost eyes. “What if he’d drugged you? Or Karlach or Shadowheart or- or-!”

He scoffed in disbelief, nose scrunching. “You just got drugged and nearly assaulted, and all you’re worried about is what could have happened if it’d been one of us? Darling, please, have a little perspective.”

You grimace as you glance back at the body. The sight of the blood or the corpse itself doesn’t bother you anymore. But the thought of what could have happened sat thick and unpleasant in your stomach. You grab his hand from your arm and hold it in your lap, fiddling with his long fingers to distract yourself. “How did you know to… To follow?”

“Well, for one, I trust Karlach knows when an ale is strong. Two, I’ve seen you hold your own against her in your little drinking games before. And three…” He curls his fingers around your hands, stopping your fiddling and rubbing a thumb along your knuckles. “I’ve seen men like him play this same game before. Too many times. I wasn’t going to risk it happening to you, too.”

A chill runs through your body. You lean forward to press your forehead against his neck. He hesitantly brings up a hand to run along your back, holding you to him. “Thank you,” you murmur. You bury your face further into him. “Gods, I can’t believe I…” You sigh, soft and shaky, dread overwhelming you as the reality of what happened sunk in. “Thank you, Astarion.”

“As much as I’d love to sit here all night, listening to you praise me over and over for the hero I am,” he teases, earning a quiet huff from you, “you need to sleep. And not here.” He gently pulls you away from him and stands from the bed, squeezing your hands before he lets go. “We’ll just tuck you in down the hall, I’ll go downstairs and scold the others for being too careless, inform the innkeeper of his employee’s exploits - perhaps even get paid for doing so - and then we can get the Hells out of here come first light.”

You chuckled softly. He helped you stand, an arm around your waist keeping you steady as he walked you around the body and out the door. “And if I want you to stay?”

He hums as though the thought never crossed his mind, before sighing overdramatically. “Then I’ll just have to get paid for my bold rescue in the morning. I suppose it can wait until then. I won’t be cleaning up that mess anyway.”

He unlocks his door at the end of the hall and guides you to the bed, setting you down on the edge. You clumsily kick your boots off and he sets them by the door, toeing his off right next to them. You plop back into the pillows, giving in to the weight in your bones. He huffs a laugh at how pathetic you look, but it’s far more endearing than he wishes to admit.

You do your best to get comfortable under the thick duvet the inn provided, sinking into the warmth it offered. He easily slithered in beside you, touching you almost pensively as you turn into him and cuddle close to his chest. You’re so warm. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, the other draped over your waist, keeping you close. Keeping you safe.

Even just thinking about what could have happened if he hadn’t had the good sense to follow fills him with rage. He should have torn that bastard apart, piece by piece, until he only knows pain and remorse for every single victim that came before. But you’re safe, and that’s what really matters, more than his own revenge.

You press your nose against his neck, hot breaths fanning across his skin. He could almost feel the brush of your lips as you murmured another thank you. Your arms slipped around his middle, wrapping around him so you were as close as possible. You muttered another thanks, and another, and another, until exhaustion overwhelmed you, and you fell asleep in his arms.

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bibibudin666 · 6 months

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I cannot stop imagining pulling Eddie's hair into a makeshift pony tail while he eats you out-

18+ Minors get the fuck out.

Warnings: reader has a v. slight cursing. cunnilingus. hair pulling.

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"Fuck-" You groan out.

Eddie peppers kisses from your hole to your clit, he latches his lips around your clit and sucks on the nub. His palms pressed against the inside of your thighs, opening up your legs more so he can taste more.

He continues his assault against your pussy and you don't know how much you can take. He squeezes at your soft flesh, keeping your legs held down so you can stay still.

If Eddie does one thing passionately, it's eating you out. He treats it as if it was his last meal on earth, he would never dare half ass giving you pleasure. It's what he lived for. He adored the way your face would contort with pleasure and the way you squirmed underneath his touch.

His eyes flick open as he looks up at you, you can't hold back the moan that slips past your lips. You can see him smirk up at you, his eyebrows raising at your noises. He pulls back and peppers kisses on the inside of your thighs.

"You're so beautiful Sweetheart." He bites his lip.

"Eddie." You breathe out, "Please."

It wouldn't take long for you to come undone. As much as you wanted to revel in the pleasure you couldn't hold it in for much longer, you needed your release.

"What's wrong?" He licks a stripe up your slit and you throw your head back, moaning out.

He rubs your thighs up and down, "Come on, you gotta talk to me."

"Don't stop-."

He couldn't even let you finish your sentence before he delves back in. As much as he wanted to tease you, he missed your taste and wanted to please you again.

"Never." He whispered in-between licks and kisses.

You couldn't keep your hands to yourself at this point, reaching down to squeeze at his forearms. Sliding them down and placing them over his hands, to placing them on the sides of his face. He was so handsome when he was between your legs, the way his long hair cascaded over his face makes you melt. It was just one of the many things you loved about him. But as much as you loved his hair, you loved seeing his face more.

You don't know what came over you, your hands went from the sides of his face to tangle into his hair. You pulled it all back and held it in your hand, putting it into a makeshift ponytail as you held his hair up away from his face.

"My handsome man." You said breathlessly.

Eddie wasn't expecting those words to come out of your mouth, taken aback he pulls away once again. This caused you to groan out, you were so close. You could see the red on his cheeks as he peered up at you, quickly averting his gaze after he meets yours. All thoughts fly out the window when you compliment him, as something he's not fully used to - although you do it constantly. He is still surprised when anything remotely nice about him comes out of your mouth.

You felt a surge of power come over you, especially after seeing the blush spread across his cheeks. You pull his hair back with your hand, forcing him to look up at you again. He whimpers at the force and quickly bites his lip to quiet the sound.

"Did I say you can stop?" Your other hand strokes his cheek as he shakes his head.

You continue, "Keep going then."

He wastes no time shoving his face back into your pussy, lapping at you sloppily, not wanting to deny you any pleasure that he already has. This has you pulling at his hair even harder, your thighs start to sting from how hard he's gripping at them.

It isn't long before the familiar pressure starts to build up again, he's stopped way too many times for your liking and you weren't going to let it happen again. You can't handle it if he did.

The hand that once stroked his cheek was now long gone, he missed the warmth of your hand but the hand that was tangled in his hair was enough. You pulled at the sheets and his hair, your body convulsing the closer you got.

He laid his tongue flat against you, rubbing at your clit just right. It was enough to finally push you over the edge as you cried out his name. You jerked his head back but he pushed forward, not wanting to miss a drip that leaked out your hole.

As you came down from your high, he lapped up all your juices. Making a mess of spit and not bothering to be quiet about it one bit. You were breathing heavily, your hand untangled from his hair and it fell down framing his face once again.

He looked up at you with his doe eyes and a soft smile. You gave him a tired smile back, too spent from your orgasm. He crawled up your body and gave you a sloppy passionate kiss. Letting you taste your juices on his lips and tongue. You grabbed the sides of his face, holding him there for a few more moments when he tried to pull back.

When he did pull back he was grinning now, pleased with the way your lips glistened with your juices as you stared back at him.

"I think I like when you pull my hair up like that."

"You think?" You giggle out.

You wrap your hand around his hair once more and give him a sharp tug. His eyebrows scrunch together as he bites his lip.

"I'm definitely going to be pulling at it more often then." You grin, pulling him in for another kiss.

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Prepare For A Storm

This is an Eddie Diaz imagine, requested by anon I really loved this request and it's quite long. I hope you will all like it, any feedback and requests are always appreciated.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Summary: (Y/n) is currently on light duty because of her pregnancy, but on her way home to collect the kids, she ends up in a crash. And her team have to come to her rescue.

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"Hello," (Y/n) murmured softly when a pair of familiar arms wrapped around her waist. Her hands reached down to hold Eddie's wrists and she shivered when she felt Eddie's chin press into the crook of her neck and shoulder making her head tilt to the side.

She turned her head and pressed her lips against his temple, grinning when Eddie attached his lips to the side of her neck.

"Hi mi amor."

Reaching out, (Y/n) tried to find her shirt in her locker but she didn't get the chance. When Eddie realised what she was doing, he started walking backwards and tugged her along with him so she couldn't finish getting dressed.

Her lips rolled together to try and hide her smile when she felt Eddie unravel from her and move to sit down on the bench behind them. His hands slithered down to her hips and he turned her around until she was facing him, stood between his parted thighs.

His hands wormed around her hips and he slipped his hands beneath the top of her leggings, cupping her bum so he could pull her closer. He tilted his head back to look up at her but (Y/n) saw the way his eyes raked up and down, admiring the way she was only half dressed in front of him.

(Y/n) moved her hands to his shoulders and reached to cup the back of his neck, dragging her nails through the short hairs at the back of his neck.

She was getting ready to leave.

Since she and Eddie told Bobby they were having another baby, (Y/n) had been put on light duties, again. She wasn't allowed to do double shifts or any longer than a twelve hour shift. She couldn't go out on the more high risk, dangerous calls and a lot of the time (Y/n) was told to hang back by the ambulance and wait around to be a helping hand as a medic.

But this was nothing new. They had gone through all of this before when (Y/n) was pregnant with Tate.

It felt strange to be back on the short shifts, but it was easier. It meant (Y/n) could be home more for Chris and Tate and she never felt like a spare part around the station.

There was no way (Y/n) could feel useless around here when she had her brother saying how excited he was for another niece. And Eddie clinging to her every second he could. His hands were always on some part of her, he was glued to her hip every chance he got whether they were at the station or back home. The same as he had been when they were expecting Tate.

(Y/n) leaned her head down and huffed through her smile when Eddie leaned forward and pressed his lips against her stomach.

"Oh I see, you're after her, not me." (Y/n) mumbled quietly, smiling when she felt Eddie's lips curving into a grin against her stomach.

He had caught her just before she got to put her shirt and jacket on so she was effectively stood in her leggings and bra. The ideal look for her so Eddie could attach himself to her stomach like he usually did.

"No, I want both my girls." He mused back, not tearing his lips away from her stomach where he was tickling her skin. Each breath fanned against her abdomen and made her shiver as she ran her fingers up and down the back of Eddie's neck.

They were five months along and now they knew they were having another little girl. Meaning Chris and Eddie were going to be outnumbered now, three to two. (Y/n) could still see the way Eddie was when Tate was born, barely putting her down, always carrying her around and snuggling her down into his chest. It was no wonder she was such a daddy's girl now, while Chris had become (Y/n)'s shadow.

Eddie gave her a tight squeeze before he tilted his head back and rested his chin on top of her bump so he could look up at her as she spoke.

"You do realise Tate's going to be very upset when she finds out we're having another girl? She's gonna be jealous."

(Y/n) took a step back so she could press Eddie's legs together and sit down on his lap. Causing his hands to slither up her exposed back so one arm was curved around her waist and the other hand cupped the back of her neck so he could pull her in for a kiss.

"Then she's gotta learn to share. I can just about share you with three kids."

Eddie would always admit that the kids had him wrapped around their fingers. Chris always knew how to get on his sweet side and Tate was his shadow, joined to his hip. His kids made him weak and their next daughter was going to be no different.

And he was able to share (Y/n) between the kids who were always vying and demanding their attention. He knew Tate wasn't going to be pleased that she would no longer be Eddie's only little girl, but she would have to learn to share him with her sister.

When Eddie attached his lips back to her neck, (Y/n) tightened her arms around his neck and squeezed her thighs against his legs. She shivered when she felt his hand worm around to cradle her stomach. Suddenly (Y/n) was glad no one else was in the locker room with them. Everyone had gotten used to Eddie attaching himself to (Y/n) like a vine and sticking to her every moment he got the chance. But (Y/n) loved to steal these moments away and have him to herself.

"What?" His voice rumbled against her neck when he felt her laughing. His thumb continued to stroke up at down her stomach and he bit down on her neck to get (Y/n) to answer him.

"Why do I get the feeling I'm never coming off light duty when you've got baby fever?"

The way Eddie smiled up at her made (Y/n)'s stomach jump and if she had been standing, she knew her knees would have given way.

Tate was two now and (Y/n) knew Eddie had been over the moon when she told him she was pregnant again. She had been back to normal duties at the station for little over a year since coming off maternity leave. She had finally gotten back into the swing of things, and now she had to revert back to light duties and get ready to have another few months off with a new baby.

(Y/n) wasn't complaining. It was the best feeling in the world to have Eddie attached to her hip, always reaching out for her stomach, kissing her and telling her how much he loved it when she was pregnant. She had a feeling that once they had their next girl, Eddie would be vying for another baby almost straight away. And she wasn't sure she would be able to refuse.

"You don't want another?"

"I'm not even finished with this girl yet and you're planning number four." She leaned her forehead against Eddie's and pressed a searing kiss to his lips.

She knew this was technically only her second baby, but (Y/n) counted Chris as her own and he called her his mum now. This baby was their second child together but their third child overall. They always said when they got together that they wanted kids; barely two months after getting married (Y/n) found out she was expecting Tate. Now they had another girl on the way and Eddie was already thinking ahead to the future.

When he reached his hand up to cup the side of her face, (Y/n) leaned into his palm and kissed his wrist. Her eyes danced over his watch to see what time it was before she sighed.

"I have to go get the kids from Carla."

Carla would have picked Chris up from school an hour ago and Tate from day care after lunch. Now (Y/n)'s shift was finished, she wouldn't be back until next week so she could go get the kids and get them ready for bed. And then she would have the rest of the week off with the kids.

It took a lot of effort to wrangle her way out of Eddie's arms and get off his lap when he kept tightening his arms and trying to pull her back. Groaning into her neck to try and keep her in his arms.

Spinning round, she reached back into her locker and found her shirt, barely pulling it down over her bump before Eddie's hands reached round and yanked it up just to annoy her. He pressed his chest firmly into her back and dragged his fingertips all across her stomach until (Y/n)'s shoulders slumped and she leaned her head back on his shoulder.

"Baby… you gotta let me go. You'll be home in a few hours." (Y/n) reached her hand up behind her to cup the back of his neck and she tilted her head to kiss him while her other hand pulled down her shirt.

"Fine, I'll see you in a bit. I love you both." His hand roamed back round to her stomach when she turned round in his arms and gave him one last kiss.

"We love you too."

With her bag on her shoulder, (Y/n) somehow managed to tear herself away from Eddie and leave him in the locker room to get changed. She wandered between the truck and the ambulance but the moment she got outside, her mood dampened.

It was raining. No, the Heavens had opened and it was pouring down with rain like the whole of LA was about to embark on Noah's Ark.

A clap of thunder rolled through the air while (Y/n) pulled up her hood and jogged round the side towards the car park. It hadn't been this bad this morning, but the forecast did say to prepare for a storm.

(Y/n) slumped her bag and jacket down on the passenger seat when she finally got in the car. She had to turn her lights on and have the wipers on full speed when she pulled out the car park. The kids weren't going to be very happy. Neither Chris nor Tate liked thunderstorms. The sound of the thunder frightened Tate to the point she would sit and scream unless one of her parents was holding her.

And as much as Chris loved the sound of the rain, he didn't like it when the rain was this torrential.

(Y/n) had an inkling that their next daughter didn't like storms either, when the thunder continued to break through the sky, (Y/n) could feel the baby wriggling and kicking up her own storm.

She turned the radio up loud and put the heater on as she sat forward and tried to concentrate through the storm. At least she wasn't out driving the truck in this weather. (Y/n) would point blank refuse to drive the truck or the ambulance during a storm, and it was something she wasn't allowed to do whilst on light duty; thankfully.

She was ten minutes away from Carla's place when it happened.

A tree knocked down onto the road. The clash was so forceful that one of the branches broke through the windshield.

(Y/n) didn't have a lot of time to break and with the amount of water on the road, the wheels started to spin out and she lost control of the car. The radio continued to blare out in the background, mingling with the sound of (Y/n)'s screams. The tyres screeched against the tarmac and sloshed around the river that was running through the street.

When the back end of the car started to slide down the ditch at the side of the road, (Y/n)'s head slammed into the window.

Everything went black.

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"Baby why aren't you picking up? Is everything alright, I haven't heard from you."

Eddie's jaw locked and his hand rubbed across his chin as he slowed down and finally turned into his street.

(Y/n) hadn't called him. He usually got a call the moment she got home with the kids because it was Chris's routine to tell him about his day and how school had gone. It wasn't like (Y/n) not to call, especially when there was a storm and both the kids usually liked to hear Eddie's voice to calm them down during an afternoon like this.

He texted her over an hour after she left the station and got no reply, and when he called as soon as he got in the jeep, she didn't answer. Now he was starting to get worried.

But Eddie's worry only amplified when he got near the house. (Y/n)'s car wasn't in the drive.

Surely she wouldn't have taken the kids out in this weather? Once Chris was home from school that was it, he didn't like going out again unless it was for a special occasion or a family dinner. And Tate wouldn't want to be out in this weather, she would kick up a fuss.

Before Eddie could stop himself, he clicked on Carla's contact in his phone and dialled her number while he pulled up on the front.

"Eddie, I was just about to call, is everything okay?"

"Did (Y/n) get the kids okay?"

"Oh, Eddie… she hasn't been. That's why I was about to call, I've still got them. I presumed with the weather you'd both be stuck at the station."

Panic was the only thing Eddie could think, feel and understand. If (Y/n) hadn't been to get the kids, then where was she? She specifically told him she was going to go get the kids and would see him at home later. But she wasn't with the kids and she wasn't at home.

"Can you watch them just a bit longer, so I can find out where she is?"

"You know I can. Call me, let me know she's alright."

Eddie reversed up the drive and turned around, heading back out the street the way he'd just come from.

He stopped at the end of the street and tried to think which way (Y/n) would have gone from the station to try and get to Carla's house. His fingers drummed against the steering wheel as he hunched forward and tried not to go too fast. The last thing Eddie wanted to do was speed in this weather, but he didn't exactly want to go slow either when all he could think of were the horrible reasons why (Y/n) didn't manage to pick up the kids.

"Oh God no." Eddie scrambled to unhook his phone from the holder above the radio and jumped out the car, letting the rain pour down on him like he was having a shower out in the open.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"This is firefighter Diaz from the 118, I need help to my location… fuck, my wife's been in a crash."

Eddie locked the car and scrambled around the bonnet to the side of the road. How had no one come down this road and found (Y/n) before now? How had she been here all this time and not been found? Her phone connected to the car, if she crashed it should have sent an alert to the emergency services. Why hadn't it worked?

"Okay, are either of you hurt? What's your wife's name?"

"I wasn't in the crash." Eddie bit back while he pressed his free hand on the bonnet of (Y/n)'s car. He leaned his weight on the car and let his boots skid against the side of the road and the mud that he sank down into to get down the side towards (Y/n)'s car door. "Her name's (Y/n) Diaz and she's twenty-one weeks pregnant. Get my team down to me now."

He forced the door open and flung it to the side, wedging the left side of his body against the side of the car so he could lean in and look at his wife.

He could hear the dispatcher reeling off his location to make sure she had it right but as soon as Eddie hummed to agree, he stopped listening to her. He could faintly hear her telling him someone was being sent out to him and on that note, Eddie shoved his phone in his back pocket.

Eddie was a medic. He was a trained LAFD medic, he knew how to look after his wife in this situation and get her out once the team got down here to assist him. He wasn't wasting time babbling to dispatch and listening to them reel off what he was supposed to do. He kept the call going just so they knew he wasn't playing a prank and didn't cancel the team being sent out to him, but his main focus turned to (Y/n).

"Baby? Baby it's me, are you with me?"

His trembling hands moved to cup either side of (Y/n)'s neck while he pressed his weight on his left side against the side of the car so he didn't fall. He could feel his feet scraping against the rain and dirt and he rammed his knees into the edge of the car seat to stabilise himself.

He swiped his thumb across (Y/n)'s cheek just beneath her eye but he didn't get a response. His index and middle finger pressed down into her neck just beneath her jaw and he tried to count her pulse.

It was low, but it was thankfully there and that was all Eddie could ask for right now.

The rain poured down the back of Eddie's neck and made him shiver, but when his feet scraped down and he slumped against the car, he growled. He couldn't help (Y/n) if he was sliding down the ditch like this.

"I'm coming in baby."

Eddie hopped up on the edge of the car and leaned his head in, trying to find the best way to get inside so he could help (Y/n) but without hurting or leaning on her. There was a fairly large branch on the bonnet and a few splintering branches had managed to break through the windshield.

Bringing his right leg up, Eddie moved it over (Y/n)'s lap and climbed in until he was sat awkwardly on the steering wheel. One leg on either side of (Y/n)'s thighs, caging her in beneath him as he bent his neck forward so he could hover over her and fit in the car properly.

At least now he wasn't getting drenched in the storm, he had some sort of shelter and stability inside the car.

"Okay, let's take a look at you, baby."

He hunched forwards and trailed his hands down to (Y/n)'s chest and he tilted his head down to check her breathing. Her airways were clear but her breathing was shallow and Eddie could feel a few broken ribs on her right side.

His fingertips trailed down (Y/n)'s arms but he grimaced when he felt around her right elbow. It was definitely broken. Eddie curved her arm and laid it down on her thigh to try and keep it stable, he couldn't do anything about a broken joint.

Eddie almost jumped when (Y/n)'s right hand twitched just as he moved it onto her thigh. He firmly held her wrist and pressed her hand down into her thigh to try and stop her from moving her arm. He didn't want her risking damaging her elbow any further and moving it would only cause her pain. His free hand moved up to cradle the side of her face and he smoothed his thumb across her cheek when he noticed her eyes moving behind her eyelids.

"Baby… baby it's me. You gonna wake up for me? Good girl." A small smile fluttered across Eddie's lips when (Y/n) tried to open her eyes and her head nudged into his palm.

A quiet mewl left (Y/n)'s lips and her left hand gripped Eddie's arm as she tried to get her eyes into focus.

Where was she? Why was Eddie sat on her lap? Hadn't she left him at the station already?

She began to wheeze as she started to hyperventilate and tears welled up in her eyes when they tried to focus on the blurry image of her husband hovering over her like a guardian angel. She winced at each breath which made the right side of her chest ignite and it felt like her lung was being squeezed in someone's fist so she couldn't take a proper breath.

"Shh, calm down, calm down it's alright. You've had a crash, mi amor but the team's on their way and I've got you."

Eddie pressed his lips against (Y/n)'s temple and let her lean her head down into his chest to try and breathe in his scent and calm down her breathing. Panicking wouldn't do her any good and she was safe now. Eddie was with her and the team would be along shortly. They would get her out of here and down to the hospital. She would be alright, Eddie would make sure of that.

"My arm…" (Y/n) gasped and tried to look down but she started to cry when she saw her elbow. The joint was clearly broken, the bone was popping at an odd angle like she had been made out of clay and it was pushed out of place.

"It's broken, try not to move it for me. Have you got any other pains I need to check or know about?"

He leaned up a bit more so he could look down at her legs that he hadn't had chance to assess yet. His eyes lifted to watch (Y/n) tilt her head back into the headrest and she leaned her head to the side but her eyes thankfully stayed open and focused on him.

"Leg… left leg."

Eddie trailed his fingertips across (Y/n)'s right leg first, just to make sure there were no breaks or cuts that she had gone numb to, but it was okay. When he looked over her left leg, he realised where the pain was coming from. She had a cut just below her knee that was leaking blood all the way down to her shoe. It made Eddie wonder if he took off her shoe and tipped it, would a puddle of blood trickle out?

From the blood loss and the way it wasn't spurting out, Eddie figured a vein had been nicked and that was better than an artery.

"I'll take care of that."

(Y/n) rolled her lips together and nodded, but her blurry eyes narrowed when she watched her husband. He leaned back into the steering wheel and straightened up so he could reach down for his belt tied tightly around his hips. Once he unbuckled the belt and tore it through the loops, a dazed, lethargic smile pulled at (Y/n)'s lips and she huffed as if she wanted to laugh.

"Don't be getting any ideas." Eddie muttered while he shook his head and tried to concentrate on her leg. "I need to cut off the blood supply, this is gonna hurt, mi amor."

(Y/n) braced her left hand on the chair and held tight, closing her eyes while she waited for Eddie to do his job. He looped the belt around her leg an inch below her knee and pulled tight before he roughly punctured the needle through a new hole in the belt. He felt (Y/n) stiffen and cry out and she pushed back in the seat when it felt like something had bitten into her leg and tore it off completely.

He had to make it tight so she stopped bleeding out, Eddie didn't have a choice and he didn't have a proper turniquet on him. All he had was his belt which would have to do until they got her to the hospital.

"I think I can hear the truck," Eddie mumbled and turned to the side to try and look out onto the road which was significantly darker than it had been before. But he knew he could see flashing blue and red lights in the distance and two beaming headlights that looked like bright yellow eyes in the distance.

"Eddie… you t-think she's okay?" (Y/n) shakily grabbed Eddie's hand and pressed it against her stomach, but she didn't have the nerve to look down. She kept her eyes focused on Eddie's eyes that locked with hers as his lips parted and his tongue darted out across them.

(Y/n) didn't know how long she had been unconscious. She didn't know if she had bashed her stomach or if she had any internal bleeding. She didn't know if she'd lost any amniotic fluids or not. There was nothing to indicate whether their little girl was okay or not and (Y/n) didn't know what she would do if she found out she wasn't okay.

She held her breath and watched Eddie's hands carefully lift up her shirt but his fingertips shook when they grazed over her skin. Not like when he touched and held her earlier and attached himself to her stomach.

"You're not flushed, discoloured or warm, I don't think you've got any internal bleeding, baby. She's gonna be fine." Eddie leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss against her stomach before he pulled up and rested his temple against hers. "Let's get you both out of here."

"Oh my God I knew it! I told you!" Evan didn't bother with his helmet. He didn't even try and put on his gloves or zip up his jacket.

He scrambled down from the truck, allowing the rain to pour down his head and the back of his neck and slither beneath the collar of his jacket. He stomped across the road, trekked through the mood and planted his hands down on the cold bonnet of his sister's car. His feet skidded in the mud as he edged down the slope and clung to the door to peer inside.

He told them this was (Y/n). He told the team the call they had just gotten from dispatch was for his sister when they said a firefighter from their own team had called in an accident.

"Eddie," He gasped when he peered into the car and found his brother in law sat leaning on the steering wheel. "I-is she okay? Where's Chris and Tate?" Evan did his best to peer into the back of the car but the car seat was empty.

"They're with Carla. Find me a medic bag, once I've done a proper examine we can get her out."

When Hen handed down a medic bag, Evan balanced it in the footwell near (Y/n)'s leg so Eddie could reach it easily and find what he needed.

"How we doin'?" Evan went to take (Y/n)'s right hand until he noticed the odd shape of her elbow. His lips curled in distaste and he settled his hand on her shoulder instead and leaned in to kiss her temple. He'd never seen either of his sister's in a state of distress like this before. (Y/n) had never had a car crash either while she was driving or as a passenger.

"Broken elbow, broken ribs, nicked vein in her left leg." Eddie muttered while he found a roll of gauze. "Stay still," He murmured softly, holding her right arm over her bump so he could wrap the gauze around her arm and loop it around the back of her neck. A make-shift sling from gauze would have to do until they could get (Y/n) to the hospital.

Once he was done, Eddie rummaged back in the back and wrangled with the blood pressure cuff to untangle it.

(Y/n) moved her left arm so Eddie could slip the cuff up near her shoulder and she tried to smile at her brother. Her head flopped to the right to lean on Evan's wrist and she took a deep breath when the cuff tightened. It made the left side of her body feel disconnected and numb. Her leg felt like it had been cut off and her arm now felt broken with pins and needles.

"BP's rising, Buck find me some blood thinners." Eddie stuffed the blood pressure cuff back in the back and swapped it for a stethoscope and a pulse monitor that he clipped onto (Y/n)'s index finger. "Baby your O2 levels aren't great either, deep breaths for me."

For a few seconds, Eddie listened to (Y/n)'s heart before he let the stethoscope hang round his neck so he could take the needle Evan handed out to him.

(Y/n) tried not to move or flinch when the needle pushed into her left elbow but with so many different areas of pain and numbness to focus on, she barely felt the injection.

Her eyes locked on Eddie when he held the stethoscope and hovered it near her stomach. She could see the flickering emotions building up in his eyes that looked like melted chocolate slowly dissolving. It was clear in his eyes what he was thinking. Eddie didn't want to check. He didn't want to listen for a heartbeat in case he couldn't find one.

But it was his job to check. They couldn't start moving (Y/n) without knowing if there was a heartbeat or not. Waiting in ignorance wasn't going to do (Y/n) or the baby any favours.

She tried to prepare herself. (Y/n) held her breath, tensed up in her seat and kept her eyes focused on Eddie's expression rather than the task he was doing. She tried to tell herself that it was okay if he couldn't find a heartbeat right away, and she couldn't go into a panic if he didn't find one.

But after only a few seconds, (Y/n) watched Eddie's lips form into a tender smile and when he looked up at her, his eyes told all.

There was a heartbeat.

"She's alright in there." He grinned when (Y/n) brushed her thumb across his jaw and he noticed Evan smile in utter relief too. "Where's Cap? We're gonna need some help getting out of here."

They couldn't use a backboard. For one, Eddie just knew his wife wasn't going to agree to get on a backboard and let them carry her out. And they couldn't safely get her on one or on a gurney when the car was partway down the ditch at an odd angle. They could try and break the windshield completely and get a board through that way, but Eddie had a feeling they were going to have to brave carrying (Y/n) out the door between them.

When (Y/n) tried to turn to the right towards Evan, she felt Eddie's hand press down on her chest and keep her pinned back in her seat so she couldn't move. She tried to brace her left hand on the edge of the car but Evan blocked her path and stood tall like a boulder.

"Mi amor no, you need to let us get you out."

"How?" (Y/n) darted her eyes between Eddie and the ground that was quickly turning into a mudslide. They couldn't get her out, she had to climb out and let the boys help hobble her up onto the road. She couldn't see any other choice here and (Y/n) didn't want to sit around and wait in the car any longer.

Her chest was starting to tighten and hurt again and she couldn't take deep breaths like Eddie wanted her to. It hurt too much.

"Baby I've tied off your leg, you can't walk… just, just let me get out and we'll do this somehow." He had cut off the blood to her left leg, there was no way (Y/n) would be able to stand up by herself, let alone try and walk out the car as if nothing was wrong.

Evan moved to the side so Eddie could climb back out and they both tried to wedge their boots into the mud to stay rooted down and stable.

Leaning back into the car, Eddie handed Evan the medic bag which he slung on his shoulder before Eddie carefully held the back of (Y/n)'s ankles. He moved her legs to dangle them out the car and she twisted in her seat so she was facing the boys.

"You let us take your weight and as soon as we get you up there, you get on that gurney. Understand?" Eddie's voice was stern and his words were not to be messed or argued with.

He wasn't taking any risks. He didn't care if it made (Y/n) uncomfortable or feel weird to be the patient instead of the medic. Once she was out the car, she had to get on the gurney and let them look after her. She couldn't butter them up and try to walk or sit in the back of the ambulance and pretend she was okay when she wasn't.

She sheepishly nodded her head and moved her left hand to Eddie's shoulder, gripping tightly. Evan's hand wormed around to press into her lower back and Eddie held her hips. On the count of three, they both carefully eased (Y/n) down until she was somewhat standing.

Her left leg was bent at the knee with the toe of her boot just barely pressing into the mud. All her weight went on her right leg and her arm shifted to loop tightly around the back of Eddie's neck. (Y/n) leaned her temple against Eddie's chest and she felt her brother stand tall behind her so if she wobbled or fell, he would be there to hold her up.

"Alright, up we go." Eddie had to raise his voice to be heard over the rain pouring down around them.

He walked backwards to make it easier for (Y/n), with both his hands on her hips and his lips against the back of her head that was becoming damp the longer they stood in the showering rain.

Eddie tried to take as much of (Y/n)'s weight as he could, practically lifting her off her feet so she didn't press down on her injured leg. And with Evan stood behind her holding her upper waist, they managed to get (Y/n) up onto the road without any trips or falls.

"Get the gurney." Eddie nodded over at Hen, signalling for her to bring the gurney over from the ambulance. But his attention moved back down to (Y/n) when her arm tightened around his neck and she tugged him down. "What? Mi amor, you alright?"

He watched (Y/n) dig her temple into his chest and her nails scratched into the back of his neck. She didn't look up at him or answer so Eddie nodded at Evan and looked towards the gurney that was now beside them. But when they tried to move (Y/n), she huffed and started to shake.

"N-no…"

"Baby you promised me. I need you on the gurney." There was no way Eddie was letting (Y/n) walk any further than this. She had to get on the gurney so they could get her to the hospital and look after her.

"E-Eddie… c-c- breathe."

The overwhelming panic in (Y/n)'s eyes knocked Eddie back a step and he felt his stomach tightening and clenching. Apprehension tore through him in waves as he let go of her hip to press his hand against the side of her neck.

Eddie could see her throat tightening and she began to wheeze as her eyes flooded with tears and her nails punctured tightly into the back of his neck.

She didn't have any blockage. Something was happening in her lungs for her to be struggling like this.

(Y/n) shuddered when Eddie's hands grabbed the back of her thighs with haste. He lifted her up and sat her down on the gurney before she had chance to understand what he was doing. She began to shake when he sat her up and stretched her legs out.

Both Hen and Evan started to move the gurney towards the ambulance as Eddie hurried alongside. His hands fumbled with the gauze around her neck and he undid it, leaving the gauze wrapped loosely around (Y/n)'s right arm. He carefully draped her arm over her lap so he had better access to her chest and without thinking twice, Eddie grabbed her shirt and tore it right down the middle. He ripped it into two frayed pieces and threw them near (Y/n)'s shoulders so her stomach and chest were exposed so he could find the problem.

The moment they were in the back of the ambulance, Eddie pointed at (Y/n)'s leg, silently giving Hen her order of what she had to attend to. While Evan climbed in the front with Chimney and Bobby rode behind in the truck to follow them down.

"Alright, alright baby stay still for me. Let me find the problem." Eddie smoothed his thumbs across (Y/n)'s cheeks and leaned her back into the gurney that was tilted up at an angle so she wasn't lying down.

He put the stethoscope back in his ears and listened to her left lung, then her right lung. While (Y/n) clenched her hand around his arm and closed her eyes tight. Her head slammed back against the gurney and she gasped, trying to take proper breaths but she couldn't.

It felt like someone was holding her head under water and she was drowning above land.

"Right lung's filling with fluid. Baby I have to drain it, you need to stay really still for me."

Finding the necessary equipment, Eddie shuffled round so he was wedged between the gurney and the wall and hovered over (Y/n)'s right side. He stretched her right arm out a little to give himself more room and he leaned over.

His fingers pressed down until he found the centre side of her chest. His index and middle finger both pushed down on her ribs so he had an estimated gap where the needle could go through to her lung.

"I'm sorry," He mumbled once he started to push the needle through her chest. Eddie grimaced as (Y/n)'s hand reached out to clamp down on Hen's arm and she cried out as much as she could in her breathless state.

Her teeth punctured down into her lower lip and tears streamed down her face. But when (Y/n) felt the needle puncture into her lung, she screamed. Her knees jolted up and her shoulders pressed down into the gurney as she started to gasp and hyperventilate. It hurt. God, it hurt, but as she gasped, she started to take in more and more air.

Eddie held a small vile beneath the capped end of the needle where the fluid started to leak out. If he didn't do this, the fluid would mount up in her lung and suffocate her.

He left the needle in her chest for a few more seconds, just to make sure the fluid was all out before he clipped the cap back on the end so no air could get in or out. He would let the doctors remove it, just in case they needed to drain any more fluid from her lungs.

"That's it, all done, I swear you're okay now." Eddie pressed his lips to the top of (Y/n)'s head and moved his hand to cup the side of her face, holding her as close as he could without hurting her. "You're gonna be just fine, mi amor."

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"How do you feel?"

"Like I've been put through a blender." (Y/n) sat up straighter in the bed but her lips curved into a soft smile as she watched Bobby move over to sit down in the chair next to her bed.

She didn't feel great. Her right elbow had been put back in place and was strapped into a black cast. She had taken off the sling the moment the nurse left the room. (Y/n) wasn't wearing that. It was bad enough to have her arm pinned in place and out of use for the next month. And she didn't know if she would need physio before she could get back to work or not.

Her left leg was stitched back up and she was on blood thinners for the next two weeks to be safe. But she still had all the feeling in her leg and toes and could walk, just with a small limp for a while.

(Y/n)'s chest was worse. Her lungs kept burning and heaving and her ribs were uncomfortable. She couldn't even have her chest bandaged because of her baby bump being in the way.

Painkillers were (Y/n)'s friends now to take the edge off her chest, her arm and her stitches in her leg.

"You're lucky you weren't worse off. But don't worry, Eddie's already been in to go through the paperwork with me, you're signed off now."

Eddie had been into the station yesterday so (Y/n) didn't have to and he sorted all the paperwork and signed (Y/n) off. She couldn't exactly work with a broken elbow and Eddie knew (Y/n) had been worried about letting the team down and having to take even more time off.

"Do you know when I can come back?" (Y/n) bit down on the corner of her lip to try and hide her smile.

"Let's put it this way, I'm trying to find your maternity replacement and get them recruited now."

Bobby hated the way (Y/n)'s smile faded and her shoulders dropped. She thought she could squeeze one more month of work in before she would have to be signed off for good and stay home for this next baby. Without the crash she would have been fine. She would have been back at work on light duty for the next two months, then she would have gone off on leave.

"But-"

"Eddie told me what the midwife said. And if you came back in one month, I'd need you to get a physical in case your elbow is permanently damaged. It's too risky to bring you back for one month and then sign you off on maternity. I don't want you coming back until you've had the baby, to keep us all safe."

He had spoken to Eddie and the doctor and when Eddie relayed what the midwife said, Bobby's mind was set in stone.

(Y/n) needed to stay home for the next month so her elbow could heal, but by then she would be six and a half months pregnant. It wasn't worth her coming back to the station just for a few weeks, to then go off on maternity leave. And if she needed any physio for her elbow, she couldn't be signed back on duty anyway.

It was safer for (Y/n) to take sick leave now, and then sign on for maternity leave. She could rest, recover, have the baby and come back to work in a few months feeling refreshed and recuperated.

And the midwife wanted (Y/n) to be on light duties or bed rest. She had taken a shock and lost some amniotic fluid. The baby was fine, but (Y/n) needed to take it easy so she didn't risk premature labour.

"Okay." She saw no point in arguing this when it was for her own safety and it would keep her daughter safe too.

Her eyes darted across to the door when it swung open and a wide smile danced across her lips when a familiar crop of sandy brown hair came into view.

"Mum!"

"Hi baby," (Y/n) opened up her left arm and leaned out for Chris. Tears welled up in her eyes when he hurried across to her. His arms deadlocked around her neck and he slumped onto the side of the bed so he could cuddle up in her chest and kiss her cheek. "I missed you."

She knew it had technically only been three days since she had seen the kids, but that felt like a lifetime. Once she arrived at the hospital, (Y/n) was put under anaesthetic so her leg could be patched up and they could sort out her lung and make sure it didn't collapse. Her elbow had been set back in place while she was asleep too.

So for the past two days, (Y/n) had been in bed on close monitoring and trying to get used to the painkillers she was on. Eddie had been surprised that she slept all day the first day, and yesterday she hadn't been very alert either. Her body had balanced out now and she felt awake and ready enough to see the kids.

"Are you okay?" Chris spoke quietly into her neck, refusing to pull away from her until he felt his dad's hand on his back.

Eddie sat down in the chair and dragged it closer so his knees bumped against Chris's legs that dangled off the side of the bed. He perched Tate on his lap, letting the two year old mess and play with his hand as she squirmed around on his lap.

"I'm okay, baby. Your dad and the team looked after me." She leaned her cheek on top of Chris's head and let him snuggle under her good arm.

And when Tate started reaching out for her, Eddie stood up and moved to sit down on the bed next to (Y/n). He glanced his eyes over at Bobby and nodded when he quietly asked if Eddie wanted a coffee. He would give the family a few minutes alone before he came back in because he knew Evan was also on his way down to see them.

Tate tilted her head to the side and looked oddly at the cast on (Y/n)'s arm before she wriggled back into Eddie's chest and whined. She didn't like it. She didn't like the strange thing on her mum's arm. Tate's hand brushed against her eyes as she continued to whine and wriggle, she needed a power nap.

"Sshh, be nice to mummy." Eddie kissed the top of her head and kept his left arm looped around her waist so she couldn't try and wriggle away.

"Is the baby okay?"

Chris leaned his head on (Y/n)'s shoulder, one arm around her back while he moved his left hand to gingerly place it on (Y/n)'s stomach. His dad hadn't said much about what happened. All Chris knew was that (Y/n) had been in a crash and needed to stay in the hospital for a few days, but Chris could read the atmosphere in a room and he could read his family.

Since no one was upset, panicking or lashing out, he figured (Y/n) had to be okay and the baby was alright too. But he wanted to make sure.

"Yeah, the baby's okay, and we can take your mum home tomorrow." Eddie danced his right hand across (Y/n)'s stomach as he leaned across to kiss her shoulder.

But when he tried to stoop over and kiss her stomach, he barely got close before Tate wriggled around and got in the way. She kissed his cheek and looped her arms around his neck, clinging to his chest until she almost pulled Eddie down onto (Y/n)'s thighs.

"You are a jealous bum." He mused quietly while he pecked her cheek and let her snuggle up against his chest. And when Eddie's eyes locked with (Y/n)'s, he saw the way she grinned and leaned over to rest her head in the centre of his chest.

At least if (Y/n) was going to have the next few months off, she would be with the kids. And she already knew that both her boys weren't going to let her do anything by herself until the baby was born.

She wouldn't have it any other way.

#eddie diaz x reader #911 imagine #imagine #evan buckley #eddie diaz imagine #eddie x reader #eddie diaz #bobby nash

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I’m still waiting for that angst fic pookie 😍🫶

Clingy

Vanessa (fnaf movie) x reader

Summary: Vanessa has been a lot more distant a lot but you didn’t think she would miss a important night like this. (I KNOW MY SUMMARY IS BEAUTIFUL)

Contents: Angst, Yelling, Tears, stressed Vanessa, Established relationship, hurt no comfort (yet), Vanessa gets slapped 😬, somebody needs driving lessons lol.

Word count: I'm pretty sure my dog knows.

Side note: 🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗

Pt.2 Pt.3

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You were sitting on the couch in your shared home with Vanessa, watching a TV program that featured extravagant rings that cost more than your entire life. Recently, Vanessa had been coming home later than usual, and every time you tried to bring it up, she would dismiss your concerns or accuse you of being too clingy. You tried to brush off her words and the hurt they caused, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore your feelings. Eventually, you gave up and started going to bed before she came home. However, tonight was supposed to be different. You had pleaded with her to come home early and she had promised she would. Filled with hope, you had prepared a romantic candle-lit dinner and even bought her a gift. But as the minutes turned into hours, the food grew cold and the gift remained untouched on the table. You sat on the couch with a half-finished glass of wine, tears welling up in your eyes.

She was supposed to have arrived hours ago, and you had debated whether or not to just go to sleep. But as you were about to doze off, you heard the familiar sound of keys jingling and the front door opening. Vanessa, your late girlfriend, seemed oblivious to your presence as she quietly closed the door and went straight to the kitchen without acknowledging the food you had prepared for her.

With a clenched jaw, you stood up and cleared your throat, causing Vanessa to finally notice you. "Y/n? What are you doing up?" she asked with a confused and slightly worried expression.

You wanted to scoff at her question. How dare she ask that when she had promised to be here? "Oh, you know," you shrugged, taking a few steps towards her, "Just waiting for my girlfriend who was supposed to be here almost four hours ago." Your voice rose with pent-up anger towards the end, and you could see Vanessa flinch slightly at the sound of it.

"Y/n…I lost track of time, I'm sorry, really I am, I-" She started to apologize, but you cut her off, not in the mood for her excuses.

"Do you know what today is?" you asked, your voice heavy with disappointment. Vanessa looked even more puzzled, and you let out a sigh as you walked over to the table and picked up the small gift box you had prepared for her. You fiddled with it between your fingers, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill.

"June 7th," you said, looking back at Vanessa, hoping she would finally understand. But she still looked confused, and you felt your heart sink. "The day we started dating, two years ago. Does it not ring a bell, Vanessa? Or were you too busy thinking about work or some other woman while you were out all night?" you couldn't hold back your anger any longer, and you let out a loud yell, tears now streaming down your face.

"Oh…" Vanessa mumbled, finally realizing her mistake. You nodded, wiping the tears from your cheeks, but they kept coming.

"Yeah…" you said, your disappointment evident in your voice.

"Baby, I know I've been really busy and lost track of time, but please try to understand-" You cut her off abruptly, rolling your eyes and turning away.

"Here we go again…" you mutter under your breath, feeling her glare burning into the back of your head as you make your way to the bedroom. You toss the gift box in the trash on your way, feeling frustrated and angry.

"What do you mean?" she asks, following you into the room. You let out a sigh and close the door behind you, but she stops it with her foot and pushes it open, grabbing your arm and spinning you to face her.

"Don't you dare walk away when I'm talking to you," she says coldly, but you scoff and pull your arm away.

"No, you don't get to act like you haven't been doing the same thing for the past week. You always do this, yet whenever I try and speak up about it, I'm the bad guy? That's complete bullshit!" you yell, jabbing your finger into her chest.

"And don't even try to pretend that you've only missed spending time with me once. You do it every single day," you continue, your voice cracking as tears start to well up in your eyes.

"Every time you tell me you'll be here, you never are. And when I try to talk to you about it, you just shut me down and tell me the same bullshit excuse or you just flat out tell me to get over it. But it's getting harder and harder to ignore, Nessa. And this morning, I had to beg you to stay. You said you would, and I believed you. But then you showed up later than ever and didn't even respond to my messages. You didn't even remember what today was. At this point, I’m convinced I’m just some inconvenience to you." Your voice breaks as you continue to pour out your feelings, wiping away the tears that are now falling freely down your face.

She looks at you in surprise, wanting to reach out and comfort you, but you take a step back and wipe away your own tears before taking a deep breath and looking away from her.

"I'm tired of feeling like I'm not important to you, Nessa. I just want to spend time with you and feel like I matter to you. Is that too much to ask?" you say, your voice barely above a whisper now.

Vanessa let out a heavy sigh before shaking her head in frustration.

"Y/n, I love you, but I have responsibilities and obligations that I can't always put on hold for you," she said with a huff.

You looked at her with hurt and confusion in your eyes, crossing your arms and turning away. "Am I not important to you anymore?" you mumbled, your voice trembling.

Vanessa's sigh pained your heart as you heard it. "Of course you are, but you just don't understand," she started, but you interrupted her with a pleading look.

"Then help me understand," you begged, taking her hands and pulling her closer to you. You pressed your forehead against hers, desperate for her to see how much this was affecting you. "Please… I want to understand," you whispered, gazing into her eyes.

She looked away, her jaw clenching as she pulled her hands away from yours. Your heart sank as she avoided your gaze, and you clenched your fists in frustration.

"Okay," you said quietly, finally accepting that she wasn't going to explain. You pushed past her and left the room, heading to the living room.

You didn't hear her follow you as you grabbed your coat and began putting on your shoes. As you searched for your keys, you heard Vanessa enter the room and stand in the middle of it, watching you. But you didn't acknowledge her as you grabbed your wallet from the table behind her.

"Where are you going?" she asked, her tone a little more stern.

You ignored her and continued searching for your keys, finally finding them between the couch cushions. You stood up and began walking towards the door, but she grabbed your arm and turned you around forcefully.

"I asked you a question," she glared at you.

You glared back and snatched your arm away, walking past her towards the door. But she followed you, grabbing your arm more harshly this time and turning you around.

"No, you don't get to leave-" she started, but before she could finish her sentence, you had already raised your hand and slapped her across the cheek.

You were shocked at your own actions and immediately regretted it as you saw the red handprint on her cheek. You both stood there in silence and shock before you finally mumbled a quick apology and left.

She eventually made her way back to the bedroom, her heart breaking as she heard your car speed away. If she had stayed just five seconds longer, she would have heard the sound of another car zooming by and a loud crash. If she hadn't fallen asleep just ten minutes later, she would have heard her phone ringing.

But she would see all of that in the morning.

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BRO I HAVE BEEN PROCRASTINATING THIS FIC FOR A WEEK I LITERALLY HAD IT FINISHED JUST NOT EDITED and then i was supposed to post it earlier but im on the phone with some friends BUT FINALLY I POSTED IT also ill post part two sometime this week hopefully ANYWAYS TOODLES🤪✌🏾

#fnaf vanessa #vanessa shelly x reader #vanessa afton x reader #fnaf movie #vanessa shelly #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #vanessa monroe #angst #❦𝐵𝓊𝓃𝓃𝓎❦#✰𝕄𝕪𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕤✰

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