#two minutes of silence for the sudden realization that ive come full circle from last year where i was simply

[ikusayu-no-hana]

e huh

[bubblyhoney]

sarah i have thought of another fic request or like a cute idea i guess! i didn’t have anyone in mind when i thought of it so you can write it for whoever you want honestly :)

okay so the reader is a streamer but streams games like animal crossing, standew valley, etc. then (insert who you’re writing for) says they don’t like that game, but later ends up buying it and the reader is like “i thought you said you didn’t like this game” and they’re like “well i like you” and they confuses their feelings and they end up playing the game together and reader gives them a tour of their island or farm

i feel like this request isn’t good, but the scenario seemed cute and i wanted to share it. sorry if this is confusing or just too specific cuz i know it can be hard to write requests like that! but yeah i hope it gives you inspiration and you like the request <3

new horizons

warnings: language, a Marvel reference (hint: natasha said it about tony), stupid idiots who don’t realize they like each other, use of pet names, Uno rage, Hasan Piker's presence

words: 1473

tags: sapnap x gn!reader

A/N: i’ve been trying to catch up a little on my requests (i’ve only got a couple so i’m not super overwhelmed) but school and outside life has been taking up most of my time so this one took me a while to make! tbh— ive never played animal crossing so i did google some of the game mechanics and i apologize if anything is inaccurate about the game…. but i liked relaxing and writing this cute one so thank you for requesting hails :3

requests/inbox status: open

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“This game is trash.”

Your head quirks, fingers stopped on the screen. You’re in the process of giving your character a cute new nickname; it’s kind of hard to decide between “awkward dude” and “elderly skater”.

“Excuse me?” Your chat comes alive with emotes and ‘KEKW’s, obviously entertained by you and your almost-more-than-friends-friend.

There’s a story for that later.

Sapnap’s rough laugh comes through your headset and he audibly swallows, the sound of a water bottle dropping onto his desk echoing.

“I’m just saying—it’s boring. It’s like Minecraft but you don’t like… do anything.” The grainy image of his bearded face shifts and you see him pull out his phone.

“It’s— you can’t even compare it to Minecraft! It’s a completely different game system—you actually interact with other people live in the game.” You huff out a dramatic sigh, slumping in your chair with a pout. “Just because you go into this lucid state where all you know is ‘touch block, hit George’ doesn’t mean this game isn’t fun.” (He scoffs at your awful impression of his voice. Your viewers love it.)

“Jeez,” he mumbles, fumbling with the cap of his water bottle. “Touched a nerve there, bud.”

You roll your eyes, getting back to the village in the game.

“Don't ‘bud’ me.”

The call falls comfortably quiet, the sounds of him tapping obsessively on his phone and you clicking away filling the silence. A gentle bedroom-pop YouTube playlist remains in the background, prompting you to hum along and glance at the chat to see a flood of “check twitter” and “Y/N TWITTER!!”.

“What happened on Twitter?” You mumble, confused, and pull the website up on another monitor. Sapnap just makes a curious noise, swinging back and forth in a circle. “Oh my God,” you say to yourself, fingertips brushing your parted lips.

“What?”

“Hasan Piker just followed me and retweeted one of my not even remotely political old tweets. Like from a year ago.”

“That’s— wow. Congrats?” Sapnap’s voice cracks, and his ears flush pink the tiniest bit when you glance at his face on Discord.

“I’m gonna go on record and say that he could get it.” You shake your head in disbelief.

Sapnap falls uncharacteristically non-hyper-verbal, so you look past the frenzied chat and to his screen— wait. He muted and turned his camera off.

“Um,” you start, furiously typing question marks in your private chat. “Where’d you go?” You mute and turn screen share off for your stream, concerned that he might’ve fallen off his chair and broken his neck and needs you to call the ambulance.

The characteristic ding of a twitter notification sounds through your bedroom, and you look at your phone quickly.

“That’s where I went.”

Sapnap Tweeted: “all Y/U stans can choke on my dick”.

“Jesus, Sapnap,” you say, and rapidly refresh to read the replies. This tweet was deleted. “That’s so— that barely makes sense, bro. Why— literally what?”

His snicker floods your ears and you relax in your chair. Crisis: averted. “Don’t fucking— what’s wrong with you?”

“I thought it would be funny,” he offers, shrugging, and fiddles with the straw in his water bottle, smile fading. “And also Hasan pisses me off.”

“Why, ‘cause he wants a piece of this? Jealous?” You think back to your viewers, knowing they’re probably spamming question marks and coming to ludacris conclusions about both of your absences. No offense to them. You remember your stan days very vividly.

“I mean, kinda.” He rubs once at his nose, glancing at the camera (and what feels like you) before taking a sip from his water bottle.

“Wow.” You watch one strand of his hair fall from beneath his hat and brush against his full eyebrows. “I’m uh—I’ll get back to my stream. You coming? Or is it time for a Sapnap-snack?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He snorts and leans his chin onto the balance of his arm.

“That means you like to take a little snack break mid-stream and come back approximately nine hours later and you didn’t even eat.”

“You know what— fuck you.” He flicks the camera as you laugh at the look on his face.

The teasing mood is easily kept as you switch games from Animal Crossing to Uno, all the while slamming Sapnap with +4’s and skipping the newly-arrived BadBoyHalo at any chance you can get. It unironically pisses him off and he has to take a Sapnap-snack break midway through (only a fifteen minute break this time, during which you and Bad take a “What Kind of Bread Are You?” quiz). The rest of the night is filled with devious cackles (you), loud and sudden bangs that sound suspiciously like someone hitting their desk in anger (Sap) and the stupid barking of Rat, AKA Lucy (Bad). She’s cute but a menace to the sound quality of Bad’s microphone. You sign off stream around 2 a.m. with various forms of thanks and kisses blown to the camera. It’s been a refreshing night, actually; you’ve been busy organizing a partnership stream all week and all your friends have been busy filming or editing or what-not. Quackity had time for a little Roblox every couple of days, though. He’s got your back.

The next time you see Sapnap is after a two hour stream of him try-harding in Valorant and you finishing responding to an email from your partnership in the VC.

“Okay, I’m back.” You hear him shift in his chair and click a couple more times on his keyboard. You perk up in your chair, closing the email browser you’d been looking at.

“Do you want to play anything else? I’m down for anything.”

“Absolutely not Uno. You can go to hell for giving me 6 cards that one time,” he jabs. You scoff, crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair.

“Okay, the +4 was on me but it’s Bad who gave you the last two. That’s not my fault, sweetie.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbles, trailing off as the clicking of his keyboard stops. “Hey, um—Guess what?”

Your heart beats loud in your ears at the tone of his voice. He sounds nervous; that’s never good.

“I’m scared to guess,” you try, playing with a little Minecraft dog figurine you have on your desk with fidgety fingers. “What?”

“I bought Animal Crossing.”

Silence. You stare at his discord icon blankly, trying to reroute the wires of your brain.

“Tell me you love it.”

“Well… I haven’t actually played it— but you said you liked it, so.”

“So,” you repeat him, ears warming but continuing on. “Is that what you tell all your friends when you buy something they like? That it's because of them?”

He seems to choose his next words carefully, pausing a beat to consider your questions.

“Well, I don’t have a crush on all of my friends.”

“You—what?” You stutter, caught off guard and stumbling. What did he just say? “Don’t tell me you mean you have a crush on me.”

“I’m almost positive I just did.” His discord icon stares right back at you, taunting.

“You know, you’re very casual for someone who just admitted they like-like me.” Your cheeks flush pink and you have to press a hand to your chest to keep your breathing sounding stable.

“Yeah, I’m kind of cool like that,” he offers, a huff of a laugh punctuating his statement. The conversation moves into a lull that you can’t help but know is because of you. He must expect you to say something about it, right?

“You are very cool, Sapnap.” You tilt back in your chair, sucking in a breath to prepare yourself for your next words. “And—Isortakindofhaveacrushonyoutoo.”

He must understand you, for you can hear the grin in his voice when he asks “Really?”

“Y-yeah.” You feel like a preteen again, all shaky and giddy in front of the boy you just asked to a middle school dance.

“Um, alright. What do we do now?”

“I don’t know,” you answer genuinely and swing in a happy little circle in your chair. “We could play Animal Crossing.”

“I’m down.”

You swear you’ve never heard more beautiful words.

He keeps his camera off for most of the time you two play, too focused on creating his island and asking you questions about how to fish to turn it on. He silently flips it on when you help him decorate his lawn, needing to show you in real-time the decorations he has bought and where you think he should put them. He looks cute. I mean, of course he does. He always does.

You tell him goodbye late in the night, eyes saying a little more than just “see you tomorrow”.

You like him. He likes you.

It’s even better when you two have matching gardens.

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A/N: anybody and everybody (especially my precious hailey) let me know what you think!! :]

[returntoinocense]

The way you make me feel

Penny Haywood x Slytherin fem!mc warnings: none word count: 3315 Part 1 Part 2 A/N: No beta we post our drafts like men, my mental health is taking a toll on me please don’t hate me D: I didn’t want to leave you hanging and it was getting a little too long for my taste so I’m posting the end in two parts.

Also big thanks to @dratin-dragonadetinta96 for putting up with my bullshit.

Finally the day to go back home for the holidays has come. The platform was crowded with students. You were really excited and nervous but mostly nervous. Penny’s parents agreed to let her go to your family’s Christmas party; your relationship with her was no secret to her parents and they were really happy for the both of you.

Penny was going to stay at the manor for at least three days, the rest she was going to spend it with her family.

You communicated your parents that you were bringing a friend with you for the party so you wouldn’t get bored like most years, and they accepted without much discussion. It was surprising to say the least, but it couldn’t make you happier that they agreed. It was the first time that you brought someone over that wasn’t Rowan, though something quite unpleasant settled at the pit of your stomach.

You were going over every possible scenario in your head while idly going over your luggage, when a hand on your shoulder distracted you; turning around you notice Rowan softly smiling at you.

“Hey… what’s got you so troubled, you look ghostly?” Rowan asked worry plastered on her face. You look at her giving a sad smile.

“I’m just a little stressed that’s all, nothing to worry about” you said dismissing your friend’s worry who just crossed her arms and looked at you incredulous. You sighed, your stiff shoulders dropping a little and finally, spoke your mind.

“I’ve been analyzing every possible scenario of how my parents could react once they realize what’s been happening and honestly, I don’t see a lot of good outcomes” you look at her a little defeated and continue “all I can hope for is that they won’t do anything drastic, I don’t care what happens to me I’m more worried about Penny”

Rowan hugged you tightly and without letting you go they said “Everything will work out just fine, you’ll see. Even though your parents are a little bit fanatics they still love you, I know that they’ll want you to be happy” she rubs soothing circles on your back. You relax on her embrace and hug her back before gently pulling back to look at her.

“Thank you Rowan, I can always count on you to make me feel better” you smile noticing Penny, Tonks, Tulip, Barnaby and Charlie walking towards you.

“You weren’t leaving without me were you?” Penny said nudging your side and kissing your cheek.

“Wouldn’t dream of it Pens” you said smiling and sliding your arm on her waist pulling her closer. Rowan and the rest smiled at both of you.

“Are you all going home for the holidays?” you asked curiously, surprised that you didn’t ask sooner.

“Tonks and I are staying; we’ve got some mischief to do” Tulip first answered pulling Tonks closer to her and winking. “We are probably going to get into a lot of trouble. But I can’t pass another opportunity to mess with Flitch” Tonks continued, giggling.

You shake your head at them smiling, wishing that you could see what they were preparing for that poor man, not that you liked him but you could only pity him, after all being the target of those pranks couldn’t be the best thing in the world.

“Well guess it’s going to be fun for you guys, you better write about it, I really need to know how it goes” Penny says giggling.

“Yeah don’t have too much fun without us” Charlie said suddenly looking at you with his eyes wide open “Oh! I almost forgot” he pulled a little package from his satchel an gave it to you “Mom wanted me to give you these, they are matching mittens, for both of you” he smiled “and she also said that you are always welcome at the burrow if you ever need a place to stay or if you just want to visit” the last part was directed at you, specifically, and you knew it, you smiled and hugged him, Penny joining in a second later.

“Thanks, I’ll make sure to write” you said enthusiastically “Are you joining us in the train? You asked hopeful.

“Oh…no” he said sadly “I’m going to be with my brother Percy and there are already three of you in that compartment”

“Oh that’s alright” Penny said a little sad “what about you Barnaby? Are you joining us?” he was looking around kind of lost but quite fixated on Rowan, noticing the attention turning to him he straighten up and looked at Penny.

“Yeah sure” he said smiling and scratching the back of his neck “I’d love to”

“Perfect, now that that’s settled why don’t we start getting on board, I’m getting a little anxious of just standing around” it came out a little ruder than you intended which got you a few strange looks. You shrugged “Sorry I’m a little on edge” at that Penny held your hand and smiled at you.

“It’s going to be fine, don’t worry” you nodded and squeezed her hand a little.

 You said your goodbyes and boarded the train finding your compartment and just throwing your backpack in there sort of to claim it and flopped down on the seat. Barnaby, Rowan and Penny followed close behind. Penny tapped your legs from the seat and sat close to you a smile on her face.

“I can’t believe we are spending Christmas together as a couple” she said grabbing your arm and shaking it a little.

“Yeah I hope you like my house, we are also going to see Barnaby at the party right?” you look at him and Rowan “You know you can bring anyone you want with you as your date or friend I don’t know…” you said know full well that he fancied Rowan.

“So anyone I want huh?” he said side eying Rowan and blushing a little “It’s going to be fun, will you go with me Rowan?”

It amused you how much Rowan got flustered at the sudden invitation; you looked at Penny in complicity and grinned.

Rowan fixed her glasses and looked down blushing “I… uh y-yes” she composed herself and spoke surer of herself “Yes, I’d love to” she smiled at him and then made a face at you and Penny, you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Awn that’s so cute” you said snuggling with Penny “Finally, after so many years, it’s gonna be a fun Christmas” you said with a sad smile, wishing Jacob was there to share it with him, the discomfort coming back to you a little. But even though you still haven’t found him, you gained a lot of friends that feel as if they were your siblings specially Rowan, she was your best friend, and seeing her getting flustered and with that stupid grin on her face after Barnaby asked her out, made your current uneasiness all the more bearable it.

***

The rest of the trip you enjoyed some treats from the trolley and sat in comfortable silence watching how Barnaby fell asleep on Rowan’s shoulder. He shook awake as the train stopped at King’s Cross. Penny said her parents were going to wait for you at the station to pick up Beatrice and to greet both of you; after all they wanted to meet the person that Penny speaks so highly of.

Penny and you parted ways with Rowan and Barnaby shortly after getting your luggage.

To say you felt nervous was an understatement, you were sweating and your mouth was dry like the desert. Penny was pulling you by the hand evading the people on the platform to where her parents were. “Relax you big dork they are gonna love you” she said noticing your stiffness. “it’s not like you are gonna have dinner with them or something” she said with a smile and suddenly you remembered that she must be feeling them same nervousness as you are but multiplied since she’s gonna spend a few days in your house.

You stood still as Penny greeted her parents with a hug; you looked at her lovingly when she turned around and extended her hand to you.

“Mom, dad, this is Y/N Y/LN, my girlfriend” she said with the most beautiful and proud smile you’ve ever seen, kind of like the one she makes when nailing a potion but brighter. You took her hand and slowly but surely got closer and nodded.

“It’s nice to meet you, I hope you don’t mind me stealing your daughter this Christmas” immediately after saying that you felt awkward. Mr. Haywood crossed his arms glaring at you and making you feel small for a second before he embraces you in a tight hug, lifting you from the ground and laughing a little.

“Ha-ha! I like you kid, though it makes me sad that we won’t spend Christmas together. I’m glad that I can see her smiling like that again” he put you down carefully as Mrs. Haywood approached and hugged you briefly smiling. You sighed in relief and smiled back.

“I’m sorry I didn’t extend the invitation for the whole family” you look down “but I’m afraid my parents don’t know about the actual state of our relationship and well they can be a little…” you looked at them apologetically “intolerant…” The Haywood’s looked at each other and nodded, Mrs. Haywood leaned in.

“Well dear, you are always welcome at our home” she put a reassuring hand on your shoulder and grinned. “I know it’s early but here’s your Christmas gift and yours too hunny” she handed you and Penny one package each. “Don’t open until Christmas” Mr. Haywood leaned on your ear and whispered “Seriously don’t open it”. Beatrice soon joined the scene hugging her parents and then Penny. She looked at you and walked close looking at you with her head held high point her finger at you.

“This is the first time I’m spending Christmas without my sister, you better take care of her or else” she glared at you and walked back to her parents who giggled. Penny shook her head and grabbed your hand. You smiled at her as you felt something pull at your coat, looking down you notice your house elf, Solry with an inpatient look on his face.

“Master Y/LN, you are thirty minutes behind schedule” raising your eyebrows you looked at your watch and then at Penny’s parents apologetically.

“Oh Merlin, I’m so sorry, time just went by so quickly, I’m afraid we have to go my parents don’t appreciate delays” you shrunk yours and Penny’s luggage with reducio saving it in your backpack. “it’s been a pleasure meeting you, expect mail from us, we have a long way to Gales” you waved them goodbye and waited for Penny to say her goodbyes then pulled her by the hand following the house elf to wherever place your father decided to put the portkey. You look at Penny a little worried.

“Have you ever travelled by portkey?”

“Uh… not really, why?”

“Well you could experience nausea and dizziness. Oh and we have to grab it at the same time, just a heads up” you smiled as you arrived at the location and the elf pointed at a serpent statue, of course, you thought. You looked at Penny and signaled her to touch it without letting go of her hand.

A few moments later you arrived at a field near a cliff falling onto your back, Penny almost falling on top of you. Slowly you got up and cleared the dust from your clothes extending a hand to Penny who takes it a little disoriented.

“Are you okay?” you ask noticing her sudden pale face.

“Ugh…I think I left my stomach in London” she said clinging to your hand and placing her free hand on her mouth. A second later she let go of your hand to support he weight on her knees. You looked at her with a little pity.

“Yeah, sorry about that, it takes some time to get used to, I use it all the time and I still can’t get the landing right” you scratched the back of your head nervously then rubbed soothing circles on her back.

“I’m alright, I’m alright” she said as she looked up at you “Where are we?”

“Oh, we are on Y/LN manor grounds” you pointed to the big manor down the hill “it’s a small island, my father used a concealment charm to avoid muggles running into our house, or so he says, so we don’t have neighbors but I do like to sneak out to the small fishing village up north” you said with a fond smile.

“Oh alright… I … uh suddenly don’t feel like this was such a good idea” she said with a hint of fear on her voice.

“Well, we are already here and whatever happens, happens I guess…” you locked eyes with her “just know that I don’t regret being with you. With you I feel like I can overcome anything, no matter what it is and that I will always support you” Penny hugged you tightly.

“Thank you, Y/N, we can do this” you hugged her back and she kissed your lips “we should get going, we are already late aren’t we?” you kissed back and looked at Solry tapping his foot on the ground waiting for you to get going.

“Oh don’t look at me like that, it’s not the first time I’m late” you told him “if I could appear there at will I would of done that” the elf glares at you and banishes, you giggle and start walking towards the mansion with Penny close behind.

The manor looked centuries old, it rose from the ground as a proud example of the people that lived there, stoic yet vehement with a superiority air to it. Two Hungarian horntail dragon statues sat at each side of the main gate that opened for you as you got close to it. Penny looked at you as if questioning the choice for that particular decoration. You felt her gaze on you and shrugged looking straight ahead where both your parents stood, waiting at the door.

“Father is Hungarian” she looked at you suspiciously but said nothing as she noticed how tense you were.

“Y/N, Miss Haywood, I presume?” your father’s thick Hungarian accent greeted you both as he extended his hand to Penny, which she shook nervously.

“You can call me Penny… if you’d like” she said with a shy smile. Your father only nodded and gestured inside as he took a step back.

“You must be freezing and tired” your mother started “please, come inside there’s tea and biscuits” she said eagerly as she took Penny gently by the shoulder to guide her inside. “We can discuss sleeping arrangements and...” she looked at Penny who was wearing mainly muggle clothes “appropriate attire over tea” she looked down at her clothes, then at you mouthing what’s wrong with it? You just shook your head and shrugged.

***

“When you said you lived in a manor I didn’t think it was going to be…” Penny said gesturing vaguely at the room she was going to stay in, while she unpacked her belongings “…this. Your dad is scary. Your mom seems nice though”  

“Even after judging you by how you were dressed? Even after the face she made when you told her you are half-blood?” you crossed your arms.

“Well, awkward conversation aside, I have a good feeling about her” she smiled, left all her stuff on the bed and crossed the distance to kiss your cheek “Will you be a dear and help me?” you blushed and nodded.

“We can do a little tour before dinner if you’d like” you held both of Penny’s hands and leaned in a little waiting for Penny to kiss you. But you were interrupted by the door flinging open. You instantly put a respectful distance between you and Penny, as your mother stood by the door frame with a surprised look on her face. Clearing her throat she began.

“If you girls are ready we are going to have dinner earlier so we can begin preparations early in the morning” she looked at both of you with suspicion. You looked at each other and nodded. “And Penny dear, I brought you some appropriate clothing; I believe they are you size” you grabbed the clothes with annoyance and Penny gently took them from you before you could say anything.

“Thank you Mrs. Y/LN, we’ll be right there” she smiled at your mother as she closed the door.

“Ugh, she has no right to tell you how to dress” you said throwing your hands in the air in frustration “you look just fine like that” you looked at her apologetically.

“It’s okay I can handle it, it’s just clothes” she said with a sad smile.

“You shouldn’t have to” you sighed and hugged her tightly and she hugged you back.

“Let’s not keep them waiting”

***

The next morning, you went straight to Penny’s room, getting in without knocking, in hopes to wake her up for breakfast, little did you know she was just out of the shower with only a towel covering her.

“Oh…” she said wide eyed as she threw a pillow at your face “Are you an animal!?” she yelled blushing and pulling the blanket from her bed towards herself “why don’t you knock?” you covered your eyes and turn around.

“Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to… I wanted to surprise you” your face turned beet read and you couldn’t move.

“You damn well did, close the door at least you big dork!” she sighed as you closed the door “I’m changing in the bathroom” you heard the door to the bathroom close a little too violently and sighed cursing yourself for being so careless. Turning around you picked up the pillow, walked towards the bed, setting the pillow at the head and sitting waiting for Penny to come out.

“Pens…” you started, fidgeting with your fingers “I didn’t mean to startle you”

“I know” came her voice through the door “I’m just a little on edge, I had a nightmare” her voice didn’t sound convinced.

“You wanna talk about it?” something told you she wasn’t entirely honest, your mother’s words probably affected her more than she let on.

“Not at the moment, I just want to move on and have some breakfast, I’m starving” at that the door opened and she was dressed with her normal clothes and hair still a little damp. You smiled at her, getting up from the bed and kissing her lips.

“Breakfast is served, mother is nowhere to be seen and father left early in the morning”

“Well that’s a relief, we can breathe a little, but… we need to tell them at some point you know?” she looked down and held your hand.

“Yes, I know” you sighed “let’s just… let’s eat first and get ready for the day, mother said someone was coming over later today”

 As you got downstairs, you heard the double doors open, Solry was greeting two hooded figures that soon became clear who they were, Merula and someone you assumed was her caretaker. What is she doing here? You thought, but you knew better than to make a scene.

“You are early…” you told her. Penny stopped next to you, letting go of your hand and keeping her hands to herself, at which she smiled wickedly.

“Ah, looks like I just made it for breakfast” she said with a sarcastic tone “Your mother was very nice to arrange my trip here, we get along pretty well” she winked and you crossed your arms.

“Yeah… it looks like it” you sighed and guided her towards the dining room.

[lexinthelibraryofdreams]

An Unlikely Chance

Imagine: “Imagine getting shot by an Unsub after pushing Spencer out of the way and him staying by your side in the hospital until you’re better

Words: 2594

A/N: So I finished this first even though I wanted to do part 2 for the Dad!Spencer. Still, this took long enough due to school and stuff. Plus, the part 2 takes quite a lot of research, since I have no experiences with pregnancy myself  :p. I’m thinking about cutting it short and splitting it into two parts as well... whatever, I hope I can upload it on Friday

I’m not 100% satisfied with this one but I wanted to finish it, so, hope you still enjoy it

Also, let’s not talk about my titles, I’ve got no inspiration

Warnings: -

When the door opened, you squinted against the light, readying yourself for whatever was about to come. Only when the figure called out your name, you realized the differences in stature and started to relax. “Spence,” you mumbled and then he was next to you, face full of worry. “I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he said quietly, “We should have been more cautious. I should have noticed him earlier and-” You cut him off with the shake of your head. “Don’t,” you said, then tried to stand up with his help. He supported you, his arm around your waist. 

“Did you get him?” you asked and he shook his head. “He left before we got here.” You furrowed your brow and he looked down at you. “What is wrong?” he asked and you bit your lip. “I don’t know, it just doesn’t fit. He just isn’t one to give up easily. It isn’t over yet.” He nodded slightly, a stern expression on his face. Once you were out of the house, you took in a deep breath, sucking in as much air as possible. “God, that’s good. I was almost sure, I would never breathe fresh air again,” you mumbled and he tensed up. You stopped and looked at him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

Hotch interrupted you, when he came over. “(Y/N), I’m glad you’re alright,” he said and lightly patted your shoulder. “I’ll be even better once we get our hands on that asshole,” you replied and he nodded. “We’re scanning the entire area for him. There is no way he got far with this much police around.” Spencer helped you sit on a stretcher and a paramedic started to examine you briefly. “I don’t know if he really wants to get away. He has a mission and it isn’t finished yet,” you stated and Hotch exchanged a gaze with Rossi, who had just joined your little group. “Any clue what he’s up to?” the older agent asked but you only shook her head. “I only know we shouldn’t underestimate him. He is as much of a skilled marksman as he is a ruthless killer. We made the mistake once and we can’t allow ourselves to make it again. Also, he didn’t kill me immediately, so there must be a reason for it.” The other agents nodded in agreement, then Hotch and Rossi left you alone. You looked back at Spencer. “You don’t have to stay, you know. I’m sure they could use your help.” 

Whatever he answered, you didn’t hear it. A red dot was dancing across his chest, almost teasingly. You knew a warning would come to late.  In an impulsive moment, you pushed the paramedic aside, just out of the way and used your own body weight to tackle Spencer to the ground, just as the shot rang through the air. Hot pain spread across your back, shortly paralyzing you. Your ears rang, the sound drowning out every other noise from outside your head. It was quickly accompanied by the thrumming of the blood in your head and suddenly Spencer was above you. He looked panicked and said something but you couldn’t hear him. Your eyelids felt heavier with every second and in that moment you knew, with an unusual clarity of mind, you were dying.

To your own surprise, you were calm despite that. You felt someone turn your body, fingers pressed onto the bullet wound on your back. A sudden surge of pain following that motion finally knocked you out.

You slid back into consciousness for a moment and were immediately blinded by harsh lights, causing you to squint against it. Your entire body was heavy. A mask covered the lower half of your face and you could feel something sticking to the skin on your chest. When your head lolled to the side, your eyes fell on Spencer, who was sitting next to the paramedic. You noticed blood on his hands and the bottom of his sleeves, initially worrying that he was hurt until your brain caught on and you realized, it was yours. 

You tried to say something, to catch his attention but his eyes were glued to the heart monitor, steadily watching over your vitals while the paramedic worked on something on your arm. It probably had only been a few minutes but your head started swimming again and you slipped back into unconsciousness.

When you woke up the next time, your body felt light, almost as if you were floating. The pain had vanished, just like the ringing sound. Slowly, you pried your eyes open, willing against the heaviness of your mind. You were in a hospital room - of course you were - and hooked up to several monitors that displayed your vitals. You also spotted you were given morphine through an IV tube, which explained the lack of pain. 

Only at second glance you noticed Spencer, sleeping on a chair in the corner, a book leaned against his chest. A small smile crossed your face and you looked back at the ceiling. After the harsh light in the ambulance, you were grateful that someone had partially closed the curtains. You spent another few minutes trying to assess your situation before your exhaustion pulled you back to sleep again.

The third time you woke up, you were alone in your room. The book had been put down on the small table next to your bed, Spencer’s bag was sitting next to the chair so you suspected he was just outside for a moment. 

Just as you finished your thought, the door opened and your favorite profiler stepped in. His hair was messier than usual and he had dark circles under his eyes. Someone must have brought him a new shirt since the current one didn’t show any blood stains. And of course, there was a cup of coffee in his hand. Obviously lost in thought, he only noticed you were awake when you tried to move, the sound of your arms dragging across the cover catching his attention. 

At first he looked like the might drop his coffee but then he was next to you, setting down the cup by the book and placing himself on the edge of the bed. “Y/N,” he said quietly and you smiled at him, trying to sit up but stilling when you felt an unfamiliar pull on your back. “Careful,” he said and gently helped you sit up a little, propping the pillow up on the headboard so you could lean against it. “We don’t want you to pull out your stitches.” You hummed and he reached towards the table again, filling a glass with water and helping you drink until your throat didn’t feel like sand paper anymore. 

“Are you alright?” was the first thing you asked and surprise crossed his face. “Me? I wasn’t the one who got shot,” he replied and you smiled again. “Yeah, that was the plan. You wouldn’t have survived it, so I decided for an alternative. And since I’m still alive and you seem unharmed, it seems like I made the right call.” He bit his lip but didn’t say anything. You paused for a moment, studying his face, before asking, “Did you get him?” 

He looked back at you and nodded. “Yeah, he gave his position away when he shot you and the others arrested him. I kind of wish I could have been there but I wanted to make sure you were okay first.” You reached out and took his hand in yours. “I am. It takes more than that to take me out,” you said with a slight grin, trying to lighten the mood. He only shook his head slightly. “Your heart stopped once in the ambulance and twice during surgery. It didn’t look good and you were out for almost five days,” he replied and you could see pain in his eyes before he turned away.

In this moment it hit you how worried he really had been. “Spence,” you said quietly and tucked on his hand. “Hey, look at me.” When he still didn’t respond, you leaned forwards slightly, ignoring the tension on your back and cupped his cheek, then used that to turn him back to you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to worry you,” you said earnestly and he swallowed thickly, nervously licking his lips. You knew that, had seen him do it on a regular basis, mostly when he was stressed. “I know,” he said after a moment of silence and without thinking, you reached upwards and brushed some of his locks back. 

“I just... after everything that has happened, I don’t think I would have been able to cope with losing you, too.” Silence settled down between you. You had talked about that... situation between you. The rest of the team was running not-so-secret bets on how long it would take for you two to get together but after talking to Spencer, you settled on staying friends and colleagues.  To be fair, it had been mostly your decision. While Spencer didn’t seem to mind the thought of a relationship, it was connected to too many possible dangers. You were afraid to get too attached, especially due to the high-risk nature of your job. Also, one of your principles was to never get in a relationship with a colleague again, after some bad experiences in the exact same situation. 

Still, after the last weeks your opinion had started to change. You didn’t want to miss out on anything anymore, just because you were afraid. When he wanted to say something, you gently put your finger on his lips. He looked at you confusion and you took a moment to shuffle into a different position. “I know that we talked about this and that I had my opinions on the matter set in stone but... Even I can change my mind.” You looked up at him. “I’m not sure how, yet, but I want to make it work. Unless you changed your mind, of course, which I would understand.” 

Before he could answer a doctor and a nurse entered the room, presumably to check up on you, and suddenly you were caught up in answering questions and running tests. Spencer stepped back to watch and wait. It seemed to drag on forever until most of them left the room. “There is something else I have to talk to you about, Miss,” the doctor said and you looked up at him with a tired expression. What more could there possibly be?  He pulled out a tablet that he had tucked under his arm and unlocked it. "I’m sorry to tell you but the bullet entered through your back and damaged the spinal cord. It is possible that you don’t feel it now due to the medication you’re on but the nerves leading to your left leg are permanently damaged. We are positive that you will be able to walk again after extensive therapy but you will probably always need walking aids.”

You stared at him for a moment, then blinked slowly and shook your head. “I know that is a lot to take in for the moment. If you need someone to talk to, our staff from the psychiatry is more than willing to help.” He left after you nodded slowly and asked him to be alone. Spencer stepped a little closer, worry etched onto his face. “Should I leave as well?”  Swallowing sharply, you shook your head and lightly patted where he had sat before. He sat down again and looked at you. “If you want me to leave-” he started but you interrupted him. “No. I don’t.” 

You inhaled deeply and rubbed your hands across your face before leaning back with an exhale. “I don’t want to be alone now,” you admitted. In the last two weeks you had been kidnapped, beaten and - to an extent - tortured then shot in the back but none of that had affected you the way those new information did. “Well, I suppose it could have been worse,” you huffed after a while and he tilted his head sightly. “How is that?” he asked quietly and you looked back at him. “I need to sort out some things but I believe I can work with that.” He raised an eyebrow in question but you shook your head. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you in on it soon enough. For now, I need to get my mind off of things,” you said and gently took his hand. “We were unfortunately interrupted earlier,” you muttered and he nodded slightly. “Yeah... right.” 

His eyes searched your face and you looked back at him. “You wanted to say something,” you said after a moment of silence and he nodded slightly. “I haven’t changed my mind. If you really think we can make it work, I- it would make me extremely happy.” You smiled and intertwined your fingers with his. “I’D be happy as well,” you said and tucked him closer. His lips met yours for a second, soft and warm but he pulled back too quickly, presumably not to hurt you. Still, it was the best kiss you ever had. You smiled up at him and squeezed his hand. Whatever was about to come, you could handle it together.

Six months later

You watched the last student leave the room and leaned back with an exhale, rubbing across your thigh subconsciously. “Exhausted?” a voice asked from the door and you looked up when you spotted Spencer standing there. He walked over to you and you pushed yourself into a standing position, greeting him with a short but deep kiss. “When did you get back?” you asked, leaning onto the table. He sat down onto the edge and put his bag down. “About two hours ago. I wrote my report on the plane and came here after dropping it off. Also, I brought some lunch,” he said, holding up a bag with takeout. You pressed another kiss onto his lips. “You’re an angel.”

He laughed and set it down onto the desk. “Want to eat it here or somewhere else?” You turned and started to put your things back into you backpack. “It was the last class I held for today, so we can go home and eat it there,” you replied before shouldering the backpack and grabbing your cane before leaving the room with him. After months of therapy, you were almost back to normal though you knew your leg wouldn’t improve further. The nerves leading to your left leg were permanently damaged, causing it to feel numb. You had good and bad days, sometimes being able to walk with minimal support, other days you could barely stand without any. That didn’t mean you were unhappy, it was the opposite actually.

Once you had been out of the hospital, you resigned from your position in the BAU and went to each at a local university. Since then, you had Spencer at your side. You had moved in with him quickly, mostly because it was easier in the beginning with someone there to help and even though you were fine on your own by now you didn’t plan on moving out soon.

You looked over at him while he was walking next to you and smiled. Maybe this wasn’t how you had expected your life to go but you also didn’t mind the way it turned out to be. And as long as you were with him, it was worth it.

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[firemedicdiaz]

What the Water Gave Me

Fandom: Star Trek AOS. Pairing: Leonard McCoy x female reader. Word Count: 5099. Warnings: vaginal fingering, anal fingering, enemas, vaginal sex, anal sex (female receiving), butt plugs. Rating: Adult (18+). Summary: You never thought you would agree to give enemas a try at Leonard’s suggestion, but in the end you’re oh so glad you did. Beta: @daughterofthebrowncoats. Author’s Note: Thank you so so so much to @daughterofthebrowncoats for inspiring this fic and pushing me over the edge into writing it!  I’ve done my absolute best to keep it tasteful without being overly graphic in the wrong ways.  Please don’t feel obligated to read it, but if you want to give it a try, I hope you enjoy it!  Additionally, I’m only tagging the select few people who already know what the fic is and who haven’t run away screaming, but if you would like to be tagged in future fics like this, please let me know!

You’ve been preparing for this night for weeks now, getting used to the idea of what Leonard had told you he wanted to do to you.  You’ve been reading, researching, and carefully asking around about what he had proposed one night when you’d been lying in his arms after a round of lovemaking and though you’ve heard good things, you haven’t been able to quell the undercurrent of anxiety you’ve been feeling.

Shifting around a little on your knees and elbows, you fight the urge to cover yourself.  Your entire backside is exposed to Leonard’s view and though you can hear him in the bathroom next door getting things ready, you can’t help but feel vulnerable and like you’re on display.  The sound of water running has your heart racing and pounding and while you trust Leonard implicitly, you can’t help but be a little bit terrified of what’s about to happen.

When the topic of enemas had first come up, you’d been skeptical and hesitant, but after a bit of reassurance you’d caved and agreed to try it.  Leonard had been over the moon and had promised to take excellent care of you.  He had assured you that it would be painless and wonderfully exciting, and so after thinking on it for a fortnight, you’d let him know that you were ready.

You hear the water in the bathroom stop running and unconsciously fist your hands tighter in the plush towel beneath you.  You hear Leonard’s footsteps grow nearer and gasp when his hand settles gently on the curve of your lower back, rubbing the skin there in broad, sweeping strokes that help soothe you.

“Are you ready, sugar?”  He asks in a tone much more gentle than the authoritative one he often uses in the bedroom, though the effect is the same.

“Yes,” you say breathlessly.  “Please be gentle.”

“Do you trust me?”  He queries further.

“Yes,” you assert.

“Yes…” Leonard trails, quirking an eyebrow and slipping his hand down to your buttock and giving it a firm squeeze.

“Yes Doctor,” you amend.

“Good,” Leonard says, satisfied.  “Now I want you to relax for me, darlin’.  I’m going to lube you up.”

Your heart rate soars again at his words; you’ve never had anyone or anything inside of your ass before and the thought of his fingers there is equal parts maddeningly sexy and terrifying.  You shift a little as you hear the snap of gloves behind you and shiver in anticipation.  Moments later, Leonard’s hand lands back on your buttock and pulls it aside to expose your anus.  You bite your lip and yelp quietly when you feel a cold dollop of lubricant land right on your opening.

“Deep breath,” Leonard instructs.

A few beats of silence and stillness go by and then you feel Leonard’s finger pressing gently, just barely, against your asshole.  Making a conscious effort to relax as it circles, massaging the slick gel into your skin, you resign yourself to his ministrations.  Your face flames in humiliation at being bent over so lewdly but you can feel yourself growing wet as his massage starts to feel good.

When his fingertip first dips inside just the smallest bit a few seconds later, you grasp the towel harder, the skin over your knuckles stretching taut from the effort.  You know Leonard felt your tension mount when he pulls back a little, instead continuing the slow and methodical massaging for a little while longer.

Eventually you relax and when his finger slips inside once more you manage to stay still and at ease.  He takes his time working it in, adding a drop of lube here and there as needed to keep you comfortable.  The longer he spends fingering you, the more you start to wonder why you’d never tried anything anal before; it feels just as good as Leonard had promised it would.

So far, anyway.

“I think you’re ready,” Leonard murmurs.  “You’re relaxing real quick here.”

You nod, resting your forehead on your crossed arms and biting your lip as his fingers slips free of you.  His other hand stays put, though, holding your buttock aside as he picks up a large squeeze bottle with a long, thin nozzle screwed into the end of it. You shut your eyes tightly as he holds it aloft just over your backside, allowing a few drops to dribble from the tip of it and onto your skin.  The water is warm, you’re relieved to feel, and you take a slow, steadying breath as you feel him poise the tip of the nozzle at your opening.

“Okay?”  He asks.

“Yes,” you allow.

You inhale sharply as you feel him press forward and feel the nozzle slide in deep.  It’s only a couple of inches, but it’s more than you’ve ever had inside of your ass before and it feels intense. It takes you a moment to adjust to it as the flared neck of the bottle comes to rest flush up against your opening and you squeeze involuntarily around the hard, unyielding plastic of the nozzle, feeling a twinge of arousal.

“Here comes the water, sugar,” Leonard warns.

Before you can even think to brace yourself, you feel a sudden flush of warmth somewhere deep inside of your belly.  You rock involuntarily back against the nozzle and earn yourself a soft chuckle from Leonard.  He lets go of your buttock, instead stroking his hand up along your spine as he continues squeezing the water into you with the other one.  It’s a completely new and unique feeling, but it’s not unwelcome and perhaps even somewhat pleasant.  The heat of the water spreads through you as more of it is instilled and you moan softly.

“Too much?”  Leonard asks, easing off a little for a moment.

“No,” you say breathlessly.  “It’s nice; it feels good.”

You can hear the smile in his voice.

“Glad to hear it,” he says.  “Not much left to go, but if you take this one like a champ, I’ve got another ready for round two.”

You consider his words as he increases the pressure he’s applying to the squeeze bottle, filling you up with the rest of the small amount of fluid.

“Let me hold this one for a little?” You suggest.  “So I can get used to it?”

“That’s the idea,” Leonard assures you with a chuckle.  “There, all in.”

You groan quietly as you feel him withdraw the nozzle, leaving you missing the sensation of being penetrated.  You shift your weight from one knee to the other a few times but you can��t feel the water sloshing around inside of you like you assumed you would be able to.  Instead, you just feel a little full and very warm.

You tense a little when you feel Leonard’s fingers gently part your labia and slip in the moisture that’s collected there.  As he eases one inside and brushes up against your g-spot, however, you let yourself enjoy the sensations the friction is creating. Between the water in your belly and the finger in your vagina, you feel an orgasm building quickly and you clench your fists to hold it back.

“I don’t want to spill!”  You gasp. “Len, please!”

His rubbing against your g-spot slows and his free hand comes to land on your hip, squeezing it to help ground you a little.

“You’re doing fine,” he encourages.  “You can hold it.”

You shake your head as a fine sheen of sweat breaks out across your skin, making it prickle with goose bumps.  You’re very suddenly feeling the need to release the water and you shimmy forward, scarcely even noticing that Leonard’s finger has slipped from inside of you in your rush.

“I have to go!”  You exclaim, clambering toward the edge of the bed; you’d known the feeling of needing to go was going to be intense, but you hadn’t quite imagined it to this degree.

As you move to stand, Leonard offers you a hand, gently steadying you as you get to your feet.  He presses a hasty kiss to your forehead as you stride by him, making your way into the bathroom and shutting the door behind you.

When you emerge ten minutes later, you feel a little shaky from the emptying but also more turned on than you remember ever feeling before.  You’re aching to feel more, and it’s with a coy expression that you make your way back over to the bed.

The sight of Leonard standing at the bedside and adjusting the height of an IV pole he’s very clearly purloined from the med bay – a pole with an impossibly large, full enema bag hanging from it – nearly stops your heart.  You bite your lip as you approach him slowly, eyeing the setup.  As you get close enough, Leonard steps in and wraps his arms around you from behind, splaying a hand on your abdomen and rubbing it gently.

“Ready for more?”  He asks.

“Yes, Doctor,” you purr.

Leonard nods, dipping his head to press a kiss to your cheek before nudging you towards the bed.

“On your knees then, sweetheart,” he instructs.

You comply easily, assuming the same position you had been in earlier. It isn’t long before Leonard is standing just behind you, pulling on a fresh set of gloves and uncapping the lube. When he touches you a moment later, spreading your cheeks again just like the first time, you relax a lot more easily and though it’s only the second time you’ve ever allowed him to touch you like this it’s already familiar enough that you’re perfectly content as he presses a finger inside of your asshole to lubricate you.

As he switches out his finger for the enema tip, you realize that this nozzle is thicker than the last one and you feel a little thrill at the thought of it stretching you even more than his finger has.  As he continues to push it forward it occurs to you that the nozzle is shaped like a plug, long and somewhat uncomfortably wide at its maximum diameter.  The discomfort eases quickly, though, as it slides completely inside of you and seats itself with its flared base keeping your cheeks spread.

“I figured that might help you hold this one,” Leonard says softly, strong a hand over your buttock and pressing the plug just a fraction deeper with his thumb, making the tubing running through the center of it bounce a little, sending pleasurable little shocks through your core.  “It’s going to be a big one; going to make your belly swell with all that water.”

“I want it,” you beg on a whim a moment later, turning your head a little so you can just see Leonard out of the periphery of your gaze.  “Please, Len.  I want to feel it.”

“How can I refuse when you beg so sweet, darlin’?”  He says, pleased at the state he’s worked you up into.

Without any warning, Leonard reaches for the clamp on the tubing and releases it, allowing the flow to start.  It’s intense, so much more intense than the first one, and you can’t help but moan as you immediately start to feel full.  You’re about to ask him to slow the flow down a little when you feel a sudden release and realize that the water has started moving deeper inside of you.  The feeling that you’re about to burst fades and is quickly replaced by a pleasant warmth and relaxation.

As the minutes creep by in silence, you focus on the growing heaviness in your belly and the way Leonard’s hands have begun to sweep in a gentle, soothing massage over your lower back, hips, and thighs.  You can feel yourself growing full, the skin on your belly becoming taught from the strain of all of the water inside of you, and soon it starts to become uncomfortable.

“How much more?”  You ask.

“You’ve got just under a third of the bag left,” Leonard replies. “You can do it, sweetheart.”

“I’m getting crampy,” you whine softly.

You gasp as you suddenly feel a brush up against your clit and realize it’s the inside of Len’s wrist as he reaches between your legs to splay his hand on your gently swollen belly.  He carefully massages all over your abdomen, easing the cramping quickly and returning you to a state of comfort and arousal.

“Better?”  He asks.

You nod and take a slow, deep breath as you feel his hand slip away. You can hear him moving around behind you and you glance over your shoulder as you feel him pat your hip a moment later.

“All done,” he announces with a smile.  “You did great, darlin’.”

“I feel so full,” you breathe.

“I want you to hold it for a while,” Leonard insists softly.  “But I can help take your mind off it; make it easier.”

“Yes, please,” you say.

You can hear the rustle of fabric behind you and you can only imagine he’s removing his boxers – the only remaining vestige of modesty he has remaining. You listen a little longer, hearing the tearing of a condom packet and the snap of the lid to the bottle of lubricant. Before long, you feel Leonard’s weight on the bed between your legs and your eyes widen as he lines the head of his cock up with your core.

“Going to make you feel even more full, darlin’,” he explains.  “With that nozzle in your ass and all that water in your belly, my cock’s going to fit inside you nice and snug.”

You bite your lip as you feel him press forward, pushing just the tip of his cock into your wet and waiting pussy.  It’s already more intense than anything you’ve ever felt before and you can’t help but let out a wordless cry as he pushes in deeper, filling you beyond your wildest imaginings.  You clench around his cock, panting as you adjust to the stretch and squeeze.

“Fuck,” you hiss, reaching down to finger your clit, adding to the maelstrom of pleasure you’re already feeling.

“You’re so tight, angel,” Leonard growls.  “Is it too much?”

His concern warms but doesn’t surprise you and you shake your head. Clearing your throat, you reassure him aloud.

“No,” you promise.  “Just… go slow.”

And so he does.

At first, the thrusts are very slow and short, just teasing more than anything, allowing you to get accustomed to the feeling of having something in both of your orifices.  As you start to respond, however, bucking your hips back and bringing your ass flush up against Len’s pelvis, he lengthens the thrusts, increasing his tempo and grabbing onto your hips for stability.

“Oh God,” you moan.  “I’m going to spill, Len!  I can’t hold it like this!”

“You’re going to be just fine, sugar, trust me,” he soothes, slowing his rhythm for just a moment.  “I know how to take your body apart piece by piece and put it back together again, and I know that you’re not going to spill so much as a drop.  Not with this in.”

He pointedly reaches out and presses on the plug-shaped nozzle in your ass. The movement of the smooth plastic against your stretched and spasming hole makes a shudder go through you and you know your orgasm is close.  The tightening of everything inside of you as your climax draws nearer is amplified by your fullness and you’re powerless to stop the onslaught as Leonard starts to move in earnest again.  The rasping of his cock against your g-spot combined with the rhythmic thrum of your fingers against your clit has starbursts popping behind your close eyelids and you gasp for air as your climax hits you.

You cry Leonard’s name as the spasming starts up and grip the sheets beneath you for dear life.  All you can hear is the whoosh of your heartbeat in your ears, the sound in perfect synch with Leonard’s thrusts inside of you.  Within moments he’s coming, too, and the suddenly erratic thrusting helps to bring you down a little bit.  You feel like you’re going to burst but you stay still as he finishes, gritting your teeth as he finally slumps forward, pressing his forehead to the spot between your shoulder blades.

“I’ve got to go,” you rasp.  “Now!”

Though he’s still loose and boneless in the wake of his own orgasm, your comfort is paramount and Leonard quickly slips out from inside of you and climbs to his feet.  With one hand on your lower back to brace you, his other hand goes to the nozzle and grasps it firmly.

“Relax, darlin’,” he says roughly, his voice gravelly in the aftermath of his climax.  “I’m going to pull this out and you can go on ahead.”

You nod frantically, breathing in short, staccato gasps as you feel him tugging on the nozzle.  You wince a little as he pulls it out, the widest part of it stretching you deliciously before popping out with ease.  The second it’s removed, you scramble of off the bed and all but run to the bathroom, closing the door behind you as you reach the toilet just in time.

The next twenty minutes are equal parts relief and living nightmare as you release the contents of the enema.  It’s even more fluid than you thought and you’re weak and shaky by the time it’s finally over.  Your groan of relief and flushing of the toilet attract Leonard’s attention from outside of the room and you hear a gentle knock on the door.

“Why don’t you get into the shower?”  He suggests.  “I’ll join you in a minute.”

It sounds like an amazing idea and you agree easily.  Waiting a moment before standing to get your bearings, you pull a few extra fresh, fluffy towels out from under the sink and set them on the counter for afterward.  Eventually, you get to your feet and step into the shower, pulling the glass door closed behind you and turning on the spray; real water, not the sonic jets that you usually use.

As the heat of the water eases any remaining tension in your muscles and washes away the prickle of sweat on your skin, you hardly notice Leonard climb into the shower with you until his arms wrap around you, his hands coming up to cup your breasts.  His thumbs graze your nipples and you sag back against his chest, groaning contentedly.

“So what did you think?”  He asks, dipping his head to press a kiss to the side of your neck.

“It was intense,” you summarize.  “I think I’d like to try it again some time.”

“Yeah?”  Leonard murmurs hopefully.

You nod, tipping your head to the size, nuzzling his cheek.

“There’s something else I’d like to try, too,” you continue slowly.

“What is it?”  He asks as he pulls away a little, reaching for the soap.

You watch him as he pours a bit of it into his hands and works it through his fingers before reaching up to start lathering you up.  The massage feels heavenly and you fall silent for several long moments, enjoying the sensation of his fingers on you.

“I want to feel your cock in my ass,” you say a few moments later, breaking the companionable silence.

Leonard’s massage doesn’t stop, but you can feel the wanton need radiating off him.

“You’re all nice and clean inside now, sweetheart,” he murmurs, suddenly pressed flush up against you again, sudsy hands trailing down your arms to grasp your wrists.  “Do you think you can handle coming for me again?”

You feel lust coil in the pit of your belly at the thought of having him inside of your ass and even though you’re spent from the evening’s activities, you find your body ready and raring to go again in an instant.  Nodding, you press your ass back against him, wiggling it just a little to rub at his heavy, slowly-hardening cock.

“Yes,” you say emphatically, dislodging his hands and leaning into the spray to wash off the soap so you’re not covered in slippery suds.  “I’m ready, Len.”

He chuckles softly, leaning forward with you and settling his hands on your hips, pulling you back up against him even more.  You can feel his cock stiffening and straining against your buttocks and you reach for the grab bar at the front of the shower. Originally designed in case the gravity failed while one was in the shower, it makes a great hand hold for sex, too, and you plan on making good use of it.

“Stay just like that for me, darlin’,” Leonard instructs, pulling open the shower door and quickly stepping out.  “I’ll be right back.”

You watch him cross over to the medicine cabinet and roll on a condom before pulling out a bottle of lubricant different from the one he’d used in the bedroom.  From its more viscous, silky texture you know it’s silicone-based and you groan inwardly at how good you know it’s going to feel on your asshole.  You shift your weight from foot to foot as Leonard applies a generous amount of the lubricant to his cock and fingers, and you reach up to angle the showerhead down further as he makes his way back over to you.

Seconds later, Len is back in the stall with you and closing the door with his lube-free hand.  You feel the other one brush the cleft between your cheeks and you reach back, pulling one cheek aside to give him better access.

“God damn, sweetheart,” Len growls.  “You’re going to make me cum before I even have a chance to touch you if you keep that up.”

You flash him a coy smile and wiggle your hips a little to tease him.

“Now,” he says, slipping his fingers further into the cleft and pressing one up against your anus.  “Let’s get you lubed up.  Don’t want to hurt you, darlin’.  Want to make you feel good.”

You nod and brace yourself, relaxing into his touch as one finger slips easily inside of you right up to the hilt.  It feels good – so warm and vital – but it’s not enough.  Leonard can tell you’re ready for more just by how comfortable and relaxed you are around his finger and he doesn’t leave you waiting for long before slipping a second one in alongside the first.

“You really are ready,” he says with a groan.  “You’re going to feel so good on my cock.  Going to take me nice and deep, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” you rasp, letting go of your cheek so you can hold onto the grab bar with both hands again.  “Please. I need you.  Now.”

He’s usually the one giving orders, but in the state you’ve worked him into with your desperate pleading and your clenching around his penetrating fingers, he’s in no mood to argue or put you off any longer.  Withdrawing his scissoring digits, leaving you empty and wanting, he steps in so his cock is probing at your opening.  One hand goes to your hip and the other to his cock, guiding it slowly into you.  As soon as his head slips inside, you let out a strangled cry of ecstasy and feel the blood rush to your head as arousal washes over you.

“I’m going to go slow, baby girl,” Leonard assures you.  “Going to watch my cock disappear into you one inch at a time.”

You desperately want him to just get on with it already, but at the same time you’ve heard horror stories about people taking it too fast with anal – especially their first time – and so you’re happy to let him ease into it.  So far it feels incredible and you don’t want anything in the world to change that.

You breathe slow and deep as he starts to push deeper, feeling your heart hammering in your rib cage as his cock presses forward, filling you up and stretching you more than you’ve ever felt before.  The burn of the stretch is a little bit uncomfortable but far too exciting to be bothersome and it only adds to your arousal.  The thought of Leonard’s cock entering your ass is dizzying and you grip the grab bar just a little bit harder to compensate for how weak in the knees you suddenly find yourself.

“I want you to film us sometime,” you blurt, unable to hold back the thought.  “I want to watch you penetrating me.”

“Christ, sugar,” Leonard growls.  “You’re going to kill me.”

You laugh softly, though it turns to a gasp a moment later as you feel him bottom out inside of you, his pelvis flush against your backside. Reaching back, you run your fingers over the spot where the two of you are joined, groaning at how taut you feel around him.  Leonard echoes the noise with one of his own as he runs both hands up your sides to cup your breasts.  He pinches at your nipples gently, just enough to send a shock of arousal through you as he allows you to get used to having him inside.

“You can move, Len,” you grind out after a minute or two of stillness. “You’re not going to break me.”

Leonard gives no indication that he’s heard you until you feel him pulling back a moment later.  The sensation of friction is incredibly sexy and you cant your hips forward a little to speed him along.  You’re desperate to increase the pace, to feel the drag of his cock against your sensitive walls.  Submitting completely, you drop your shoulders so that your ass is well presented, all the while keeping your hands on the grab bar to keep the two of you stable.

You realize that Leonard needs no more encouragement as he starts to thrust.  It’s a leisurely in and out at first, comfortable but teasing, though it quickly becomes so much more.  It’s wildly different from having him in your pussy and it feels incredible.  The lubricant makes the slide of flesh on flesh effortless and heightens the sensation.  Leonard’s harsh breaths and groans of ecstasy only add to the rush and it’s all you can do to grit your teeth so that you don’t splinter apart in a climax just yet; you want this to go on forever.

You aren’t sure how long it goes on as the thrusts become raw, carnal. All you know is that you’ve never felt a climax as big as the one you have building coming before.  Your legs are shaking from the effort it’s taking not to come apart at the seams and you’re sure Leonard can feel the thundering of your heartbeat against the palm he’s got beneath your breast.

One more deep, hard thrust and it’s all you can take.  You scream Leonard’s name as you tip over the precipice, climaxing so hard you can barely breathe.  The shower water has long since gone cold but your skin feels like it’s on fire as you spasm around Leonard’s cock, thankful for the support he’s providing with his grip on your ribcage.  

As your orgasm rages on, you can feel Leonard’s cock thickening inside of you and within second you’re coming together.  You wish you could feel him coming inside of you without the condom, feel him filling you to the brim with his seed, but for this time just the feelings of his hips bucking against you and his fingers gripping your skin almost too tightly have to suffice.

As the two of you come down you sag, your grip on the grab bars slipping and nearly sending you sprawling if not for Leonard’s hands on you.  He rights you easily, holding you tight against his chest until you can find your balance.  As he shifts so that you’re out of the cold spray, his cock slips from inside of you and you hiss at how sensitive you’re left in its wake.

“Alright?”  He asks softly.

“Yeah,” you reply, smiling tiredly, satiety clearly evident on your face. “I’m fine.”

Leonard nods and loosens his hold on you as you pull away, giving you the chance to lean forward and turn off the water.  The two of you take your time stepping out of the shower, and you luxuriate in Leonard’s hands on you as he carefully towels you off.  The room air is cool on your post-coitally warm skin as you step into the bedroom and you order the computer to increase the temperature just a little, and you can’t help but smile as you catch sight of the now-empty enema bag hanging on the IV stand beside the bed.

“Scotty’s going to have a fit when he sees we’ve maxed out my weekly water allowance,” Leonard says wryly as he steps up behind you and places his hands on your shoulders.  “What am I going to tell him?”

“The truth,” you tease with a wink over your shoulder.  “He’ll never question it again.”

Leonard barks out a laugh as he steers you toward the bed and ushers you in under the covers.  You sigh contentedly as he climbs in next to you and turns out the lights before shifting around so that you can lie on his chest.  He rubs a hand up and down along your back as you lay your ear next to his heartbeat and let it lull you into a state of total relaxation.

“Did you really have a good time tonight?” Leonard asks in the otherwise comfortable silence.

Turning your head a little, you press a gentle kiss to his pec before going right back to listening to his heartbeat to help reassure him.

“I did,” you promise.  “And I can’t wait to do it again some time.”

You can feel a tension you didn’t even realize was there leave Leonard’s body as he pulls you in just a little closer, just a little tighter.

“I’m so glad,” he whispers.  “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Len,” you reply.

Leonard drifts off to sleep very quickly afterward, but you lay awake for a little while listening to his soft snores and enjoying the clean and empty feeling inside the enemas have left you with.  When you do finally doze off, it’s to fantasies of all of the other kinds of things you’re desperate to try now that you’ve had a taste of how good doing something unconventional can be.

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In The Woods Somewhere pt. 2

[pt. 1]       

 “911 what’s your emergency?”

           “We found her! I uh, I think we found the girl!”

           “I’m sorry you found who?”

           “The girl on the news, the one in that plane crash from a few days ago. We’re heading to West Ridge Hospital.”

           “Is she hurt?”

           “She’s banged up, my mom is a nurse and she checked her pulse and said she’s alive.”

           “What do you mean she’s alive?”

           “She fell over when my mom asked her if she was okay.”

           “Alright, can I have your name? We’ll have an officer meet you at the emergency room…”

           A shiver ran through Luna as she began to come to her senses, the smell of sterile air greeting her as she took in a deep breath, her ribs aching as she did so. She had woken from a thoughtless sleep, something she had only ever experienced after coming out of anesthesia. It took a few minutes for her sluggish head to catch up with her consciousness, her mind kicking over like an old truck left in the cold. Another chill ran through her, a sudden rush of panic churning up in her stomach. Luna pulled herself up, her entire body screaming as she did, joints, muscles, bones, all burning with pain; it felt like she had been shattered on the floor then snapped back together in a way that wasn’t quite right so the edges clashed with each other. Blots of dark matter floated through her vision as she tried to stop her surroundings from spinning, the sensation of something tugging at her arms and face disorienting her further. Luna doubled over, catching her breath as a loud beeping rang in her ear that she couldn’t silence. Her vision blurred as thick hot tears crested her lower lid, the pounding in her skull not helping her situation. She had fists full of fabric, not her jeans though which only proved to confuse her more. The eyes, where are the eyes?

           “What eyes darlin’?”

           Luna’s head shot up, a nearly impossible sight before her as both Genji and Jesse crowded in front of her. Her hands had miraculously ended up in theirs, one in Jesse’s and one in Genji’s, Jesse’s other hand was pushing her hair back from her face, his warm palm anchoring her to reality as her head continued to spin.

           “What?” She croaked out, her voice breaking harshly.

           “It doesn’t matter right now, you’re awake, you’re safe,” Genji cooed quietly.

           Genji’s faceplate was off, although his face was hard to see in the dim light she could discern that his hazel eyes were deep set, dark circles beneath them; he obviously hadn’t had much sleep. Questions buzzed through Luna’s head, how she got there, where she was, what happened after she wandered into the forest; but as she gaped at her partners she couldn’t find the words. So she sat there quietly, letting her heart rate slow to a normal pace, her muscles beginning to relax as best they could.

           “Do you need anything? We can call the nurse in,” Jesse said quietly.

           “I’m cold,” Luna stated, trying to press herself into their collective warmth.

           “We can get you all the blankets you need,” Jesse said, planting a kiss on the top of her head, careful avoiding any tender spots.

           Everything felt eerily simple, almost plastic, like Luna was trapped in some kind of bubble. She could hear, smell, touch and see everything but it was like a barrier was between her and reality, of all the situations to doubt their realness this would have been the last, but there she was wondering if somehow she was dreaming. Jesse and Genji were talking, to each other, to her, but none of it really absorbed, all bouncing off the backboard of her brain and off into the darkness. She just stared at nothing in particular and soon she realized both Genji and Jesse had stopped talking and were merely sitting with her. At any other time she might have thought it awkward but that same distant feeling persisted.

           “I’m tired,” Luna said, not realizing that a third person had entered the room.

           “You could use the rest, I’ll bring you some warm blankets,” the woman said, dressed in soft blue scrubs, a mess of dark hair pulled up and away from her face. Luna jumped at her voice, the new intrusion poking at the invisible blockade she seemed to be stuck behind.

           “You were dehydrated and malnourished, your IV has raised your hydration but you will still need to eat, would you like me to bring you something?” She asked, all three of them turning to Luna expectantly.

           A voice in the back of her head spoke up, lighting up her mind like a spark. Hungry. Luna nodded, unable to find her voice as the word repeated itself. Hungry. Hungry. Hungry.

           “Alright then, I’ll be back,” she said simply with a charming smile.

           “Everything closed at nine here but in the morning we can find you somethin’ that’s better than hospital food,” Jesse said winking at her.

           Luna kept on staring, knowing she should smile or nod or something but she almost was too drained to function.

           “After you eat you should get some sleep, you’ve been through a lot,” Genji said, running a finger over her bandaged knuckles.

           Luna stared down at the connection, not so much because of his touch but because of the bandage. Something in the grogginess of her mind shifted, another flicker of light broke through the darkness, a memory connected with the low throbbing in her hand and yet it was still too far away to recall. Again the room was reduced to silence, her ears picking up the different sounds around her, the beeping of the heart monitor, Jesse and Genji breathing beside her; the low hum of Genji’s internal mechanisms working, the click of Jesse’s prosthetic as he ran his fingers through her hair. Luna reached up and tapped at her hearing aids, a nervous tick she had picked up shortly after getting them, it was like a reminder that they were there which comforted her.

           “Your hearing aids botherin’ you?” Jesse asked.

           Luna shook her head, leaning into him and closing her eyes, her hand still in Genji’s. Jesse had situated himself beside her and a little behind, leaning up against the raised pillow area, Genji scooted up to be closer, taking up the space she had just freed. As safe as she should have felt there was still an ominous feeling in her gut, like something just out of view, something she couldn’t see, was watching her very intently.

           She didn’t remember when the nurse came and went, she was in between consciousness, Genji and Jesse moving around her without her noticing all that much. It wasn’t until the food was brought in that she seemed to wake again. It was simple, a turkey sandwich and cup of apple sauce, one of those miniature cans of soda that all hospitals seemed to have. Apparently they didn’t want to feed her too much too fast otherwise it could make her sick, so she was stuck with tiny meals until she had the energy for more. Not that she particularly cared at the moment, tearing into the sandwich like it was the last thing she’d ever eat, and soon enough the tray was empty. She still felt like she was starving after the fact, nearly licking the applesauce cup clean, the voice inside of her head persisting. Hungry, hungry. However as Luna finished her soda she felt another wash of exhaustion take over, pulling her down and under several layers of blankets. Despite that she still felt like she was freezing, shivering every now and then as she tried to make herself warm. Usually she was too hot, shedding clothing and blankets and even shoving Jesse in her sleep to try and cool down, but now, now it felt like she was trying to sleep in a refrigerator. However, as much as she shook she somehow ended up drifting off at some point.

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           There was the sound of soft whispers that surrounded Luna, all talking over each other, all trying to speak at once. It was so infuriating that Luna wanted to yell at them to quiet down, to stop, her head was already in enough pain without the chatter. Will she wake? Hungry. Get out of here—we need food—when will we leave—hungry—yes must leave quickly—fast—too bright. Doc said she has some scans to run today but once they’re done she can be discharged. The last voice came as a surprise, it was familiar and louder than the rest and strangely enough she realized that it was coming from outside of her head. Luna blinked lazily, the room brighter than before although not by much, only the sunlight coming in from beneath thick curtains and illuminating it. She shifted, her body feeling much tenser and much more bruised than the night before. It seemed her company hadn’t noticed she had woken up yet and she took the opportunity to survey the room. Genji was sitting at the foot of her bed, phone in hand, fingers deftly pressing keys in what looked like a text. Jesse was up at the door where two others that she immediately recognized stood speaking with him. Myra had her arms folded, a serious expression set across her face as she nodded, obviously being caught up to speed by Jesse. Beside her, towering over her was more like it, was Gabriel. Luna’s eyebrows furrowed, ever since Gabe had come back to them he hadn’t favored going out in public very much, probably because of the stares he constantly got. He wore a black hoodie and beanie, looking nearly like he had when Overwatch was originally in service except for the whole sunglasses inside thing which he wore to cover up his black and red eyes that always seemed to catch unnecessary attention. Luna hadn’t realized how much she was staring at him until he seemed to shift, it was miniscule, but she knew he was looking at her, meeting her eye. Another strange thing happened, it was like something inside of her shrunk back in fear. It had been nearly an entire year since Gabriel had finished his ‘rehabilitation’ and was back working, Luna hadn’t had cause to find him scary since so the reaction was bizarre to her.

           He leaned down, saying something to Myra who then made eye contact with Luna. Her face changed, it went from all hard edges and pursed lips like she does when she’s focused to a soft smirk and relaxed brow. Jesse had stopped talking, turning to her, a large smile spreading on his face. Luna mustered the energy and smiled back, something that seemed impossible just the night before. Genji’s phone buzzed quietly just then, he replaced his face plate and stood.

           “It’s Angela, I’ll be right back,” he said moving to the door.

           Jesse caught him by the arm before he left, saying something under his breath before pressing a kiss to his visor and letting him leave. The two new visitors shuffled to Luna’s bedside, the action making Luna slightly uncomfortable seeing as she probably looked like a mess in the hospital bed.

           “Heard you took quite a tumble out of the sky,” Myra jested, making herself comfortable beside Luna.

           “Remind me to only crash planes on tropical islands from here on out,” Luna replied, her voice hoarse but warm.

           Myra smiled, chuckling as she pulled a small duffle bag into view.

           “Got you some things, clothing, shampoo, chocolate macadamia nuts. You know, the usual hospital must haves.”

           “You guys didn’t need to come up here, Jesse and Genji are good caretakers,” Luna said, graciously taking the bag that was offered to her.

           “Hell no, we weren’t leaving you in their care not a chance! Jack and Angela would have come, hell we would have had the Amari’s, Lena, Emily and Winston up here if we had let them. ‘Fraid the hospital’s a bit small to fit them all though.”

           Luna smiled gently, her fingers idly playing with the straps of the bag. She hated worrying others it was true, but knowing that the entire team plus some had wanted to come visit her was comforting in a way. A light went off in Luna’s head, this time not from a memory.

           “Has anyone contacted my family?” She asked.

           “Your family has been notified, your father is back at base waiting for you,” Gabriel spoke up and again Luna felt a jolt of fear run through her. A moment passed as she composed herself before replying.

           “Alright, thank you. He came out fast it seems,” Luna said as she dug through the bag.

           “He wasn’t able to get a plane until two days ago, he would have been up here as soon as we found out about the crash but we convinced him to go to the base instead.”

           Luna paused, eyeing the Gatorade at the bottom of the bag as her mind tried to process what he had said.

           “Two days ago?” She asked.

           Everyone seemed to look between themselves then back to her, confusion obvious on all of their faces. Luna dropped her arms to the sides of the bag, staring down into it, not making eye contact as she took a deep breath.

           “How—How long was I gone?” She asked quietly.

           Again a look was exchanged between them.

           “Four days,” Myra finally answered.

           Luna’s hands clenched the sides of the duffle bag, pulling her lower lip into her mouth before it started to tremble. Four days? How could she have been gone for four days when all she remembered was waking up and wandering into the forest for wood? Concussion or not that seemed like an excessive amount of time missing. A hand on her shoulder shook her from her thoughts.

           “You don’t remember?” Myra asked.

           Luna met her eye, sure that she had the most pitiful look on her face, the look of someone completely lost. She shook her head, Myra nodding, her eyes leaving Luna’s for a moment before she sighed and put her hands on her hips.

           “That doesn’t matter right now, what matters is you’re safe and you’re gonna get out of here today. We can figure out the details when you’re cleared by Angela.”

           Luna nodded, resigning herself to not thinking about it. A lot of alarming stuff had been pushed to the ‘doesn’t matter right now’ category and frankly Luna was okay with leaving them there. For now she just wanted to focus on whatever came next.

+++

           “Luckily there isn’t any extensive damage to your hip or knee, most of it impacted your prosthetics, although I would recommend finding an orthopedics doctor when you return home. You did have a concussion although nothing that should last longer than a few weeks at the most. You have two broken ribs and two knuckles on your right hand have fractures. I’m going to prescribe pain medication and muscle relaxants for now but you should follow up with your primary doctor when you get back.”

           Luna was thankful for Genji’s company because she sure hadn’t absorbed anything the doctor had told her. She sat in a wheelchair, her prosthetics too damaged to use, in her room which was now fully lit. For the most part the day had gone by quickly, however it was obvious that that strange disconnect from reality had returned. Whether it was exhaustion or lingering shock Luna wasn’t sure, but as hard as she tried she couldn’t help but feel like she was moving through thick fog, trying to navigate a labyrinth in her own head. It wasn’t until the afternoon that Luna was discharged and she was able to leave the hospital.

           As soon as the cold Alaskan air hit her Luna felt all of her senses perk, however it wasn’t in the way she had wanted. Everything was suddenly too bright, too loud, too chaotic; she shrunk down in her chair, resting her elbow on the armrest and her face in her palm. Genji who was pushing her leaned down, pausing on the walkway to the parking lot.

           “Is everything alright?” He asked.

           “I’m fine,” Luna replied, not opening her eyes.

           A moment passed before she looked up, realizing that Genji hadn’t continued pushing her. He had come around to crouch in front of her, waiting patiently for her to look at him.

           “You’re in pain and I want to help,” he said, finding her free hand in her lap.

           “I just want to go home,” Luna said quietly, her voice wavering slightly.

           “I know, love. But if you’re hurting—” “—Please, it’s nothing. I have pain medication, I just want to get home,” her hand squeezed his, trying to convince him to leave.

           “Everything okay?” Jesse came trotting up having been at the car that Myra and Gabriel had rented.

           Genji paused before answering, he looked at Luna, her face pleading.

           “Yes, just a passing headache. The doctor said this would happen from time to time due to the concussion.”

           “Alright, Gabe and My’ are at the car, ya’ll ready to head out?”

           “Yes,” Luna answers first, straightening as best she could, putting on as serene an expression as she could muster.

           The two men nodded to each other before continuing the trip towards the parking lot. Luna focused on the sidewalk in front of her, watching the lines pass before they were on blacktop. The entire trip to the car Jesse and Genji chatted idly, and as much as Luna wanted to join their conversation a single word repeated at the back of her head in the same voice that had begged for food earlier. Finally.