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yazzwrites6962 · 2 days ago

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please write more of your niragi fanfic!! i really loved it and im addicted to your writing!! 💗💗

Redemption ♡ Suguru Niragi ♡ Part Three

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Suguru Niragi x Fem!Reader ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Part Two: Here

Author's Note: UNEDITED! Not much Niragi is mentioned in this chapter. It's mostly you, Chishiya, and Kuina bonding! I know this chapter is pretty short. I promise I'm working on more! I should have the next chapter for this out pretty soon. I don't own any characters or images!

Genre: A little angsty

Summary: After your last game, you're left swirling with the pain of betrayal. Luckily, you have Kuina and Chishiya to help you recover.

Word Count: 1845

Warnings: OOC Chishiya and Niragi, talk of injury, blood, and betrayal

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Trust and loyalty. The two most difficult things to find in the Borderlands. In a world of betrayal and death, rarely anyone was stupid enough to whole-heartedly believe in the good of another person.

Except, you did.

You trusted Niragi, for some silly reason. Despite all the warnings, you had faith in him. When you called out to him for help, you believed he would he there to give it to you.

Then you watched him walk away. As your blood ran down your arms and you were so close to making it out, you watched him turn his back on you. It was only a matter of seconds now before death would find you. It was sickening. The pit in your stomach felt bottomless.

You couldn't just wait to die. You had to keep going. You were so close, even without Niragi's help. Maybe you could still make it. You pushed yourself further, the barbs on your rope digging into your soft flesh as you reached for safety.

You couldn't see. You couldn't breathe. There was only pain. The sting of betrayal made it no easier to endure, but somehow, you endured. You clawed your way to the top, finally completing the deathly challenge, without the help of the man you thought was your friend.

You hazily found your key and pushed through your door. Your mind was foggy, and you couldn't remember much. You could only hear the sound of your heart beating in your ears.

Then, your vision went black. Yet, your heartbeat endured.

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You felt your soft sheets beneath you as an echo of hushed voices surrounded you. Your body ached, and your head felt heavier than usual. Your eyes peeked open, and you were thankful to find yourself in your room with Chishiya and Kuina by your sides.

"Y/N!" Kuina cried, seeing your eyes open a crack. You attempt to sit up, putting pressure on your injured palm. The pain is excruciating, and you fall onto your back once more. Kuina gingerly helps you sit up, positioning you against the headboard.

You're covered in bandages. Around your chest, neck, arms, and legs. You feel almost like a mummy. Memories come flooding back to you. Hazy, but painful memories.

"Shinji! Did he make it out?" You suddenly recall the young boy who you had grown fond of during your game. Kuina and Chishiya give you a confused look, as if not really knowing who you're referring to. Of course, they wouldn't know. The Beach is filled with hundreds of people.

"What happened during your game?" Chishiya inquired calmly. "You lost a great amount of blood. Luckily your injuries were nowhere near fatal."

"Did you patch me up?" You study the wrappings around your body. They look clean. Professionally done. Chishiya shrugged, as if not really wanting to answer your question. "My game... It had three stages. I got these from the last one. I had to... I had to climb a rope that resembled barbed wire. I tried to wrap up my hands, but it didn't work exactly."

"I'm just glad you made it out." Kuina sighed. How did you make it out? You don't remember much. Only the pain and frustration you felt as you hoisted yourself up the rope. You vaguely recall the key, and your bloody fumbling hands pushing through your door seconds before the game was over.

"Niragi. He made it out, right?" You ask, your voice sounding weak. He left you there, struggling. Why? Why would he betray you like that? Just when you'd thought you were getting through to a softer side of him.

"He's the one who brought you back." Chishiya spoke up. "He carried you back to your room while you were unconscious." Kuina nodded, leaning forward to add on to Chishiya's statements.

"Chishiya and I noticed him hauling you up the stairs. We followed you guys all the way back here. We thought maybe he was going to... Do something to you, but no. He just left you here with us."

You hum, not revealing what had happened between you and Niragi during the game. Silence filled the room as your mind raced. Chishiya stared at you quizzically.

"Are you hungry?" Kuina stood, picking up a plate from the table in the corner of your room. "You missed breakfast, and lunch. We didn't want to wake you, but we brought you food."

"Thanks." You muttered softly, taking the plate from her. The food was cold, but you didn't have much of an appetite anyway. "You guys are great friends. I appreciate you." Kuina uncomfortably shifted, glancing at Chishiya. He stood; his hands hidden in his pockets as usual.

"We will give you space to rest." He said, removing a hand from his pocket to wave Kuina towards the door. "Should you need anything, you know where to find us."

With that, the pair exit your room. You're alone, with a pile of cold food and a sore body. You now understand that you can't fully trust Niragi, as much as you wanted to.

Yet, you would've never guessed the conversation going on right outside your door.

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"Chishiya..." Kuina whined as your door shut. She didn't need to elaborate further on her thoughts. Chishiya already knew what she was going to say.

"We do not need to discuss this here." He began walking down the hallway, Kuina trailing behind him. She twiddled with her fingers nervously.

"She's nice. She's a good person. We can find someone else. Anyone else. You pick anyone else, and I promise I'll just go along with it." She pleaded.

"Kuina." Chishiya scolded, glaring at her. "We can explore your proposition. Just not here." Kuina's face lit up, now knowing that Chishiya was considering using someone else for the plan.

"Thank you." She sighed with relief, recalling your limp, fragile body being carried back to your room. She simply couldn't betray your trust like that.

"I don't consider it for your sake." Chishiya replied shortly. Kuina's better judgement told her not to question what this meant.

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It felt like you'd been couped up in your room for an eternity. Kuina would bring you meals, and Chishiya often checked on your bandages. Fortunately, he claimed you were "healing nicely". All you had to pass the time were a couple of books and a sketchpad.

"I'm bored." You complained while shoveling food into your mouth. "I feel fine enough to walk and all. Can't I just go out and enjoy the sun by the pool?"

"Swallow your food before you begin speaking." Chishiya rolled his eyes. "Your wounds aren't entirely healed. While you are making good progress, it could still get infected. Imagine that disgusting pool water making its way into your bandages."

"The things people do in that pool are disgusting." Kuina sticks her tongue out, slumping beside you on the bed. "I can't even imagine what kind of germs are in that water. Does anyone even clean the pool?"

"Tatta does." Chishiya adds. In the past few days, he has grown slightly more talkative than usual. You find it pleasant to see Chishiya opening up more.

"I don't have to go by the pool. Just on a walk, or something." You finally swallow your mouthful of food. "I promise I'll be careful, and I won't run into any trouble."

"Why do you try to appeal to us?" Chishiya raises an eyebrow. "I'm not your keeper. I only advise that you remain here and rest. Yet, you are an adult who can make her own decisions."

"I don't know." You giggle, shifting yourself so your legs hang off the edge of the bed. "I guess you two are kind of like... Parents? Mama y Papa, y'know?" Chishiya and Kuina flash disgusted looks at one another.

"Okay, Y/N. Maybe you do need some fresh air. You're losing it in here." Kuina chuckles, helping you out of bed. Had they not found painkillers for you, you would be in agony.

Chishiya left the room as Kuina helped you get dressed. As much as you tried to hide it under your cardigan, your bandages still showed through your bathing suit.

"You still look beautiful." Kuina smiled, giving you a gentle hug and trying to be mindful of your injuries. "Now c'mon. We'll accompany you on your little outing."

"We will?" Chishiya groaned from outside the door. You laugh as you turn the knob, coming face to face with the blonde. He looks as though he would rather be anywhere, but out on a walk with you and Kuina.

"We will." Kuina huffed, interlocking her arm with yours carefully. "Don't be such a party pooper. Y/N is still hurt. Besides, it'll probably do you some good too."

Chishiya shrugs, shifting his hands comfortably in his pockets, before following you and Kuina down the hall. The stairs were a bit tricky, but you felt incredibly accomplished making your way all the way down to the ground floor.

As you make it through the doors of the building, you took a deep breath. The windows in your room didn't really open, so it was nice to feel fresh air filling your lungs.

You and Kuina dominated the conversation, chatting about life as the three of you walked through the front garden. Chishiya listened and followed along from behind.

"I'm still worried." You say, watching people pass you by. "I haven't seen Shinji at all. You know, the boy from my game?" Your eyes drop to the ground as you continue. "I... I don't think he had the time to make it. He was so... Young?"

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Kuina comforts. "It's cruel. What happens in these games... It's not fair. It's like all the best people are getting hurt and killed."

"I was unconscious the whole way back here. I don't know what happened. I don't know if he made it back to the car or anything." You sigh, carefully rotating your body as you and Kuina turn a corner.

"Ask." Chishiya finally spoke for the first time during the walk. Both you and Kuina turn your head to face him, questioningly. "Ask if he made it back to the car, if it's weighing so heavy on you."

"Who would I even ask?" You scoff. Your mind wandered back to who was in the car with you. The only person you really knew was Niragi, and you were terrified at the thought of facing him again.

"Him?" Chishiya motioned to somewhere ahead of you. You turned your head forward again, facing the direction he was pointing your attention towards.

Several meters away, stood Niragi. The one person you didn't want to see. His gun was slung over his shoulder, and he stared directly back at you.

Did he remember how he watched you struggle? Did he see the blood running down your arms as you reached to him for help? What was he thinking when he turned away from you?

And what was he thinking as he began to walk towards you now?

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brodingles · 2 months ago

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I've been struggling to draw anything for some time, so I decided to clean up some thumbnails I did and mess around with color combinations. This has been a fun thing to plunk away at to pass the time, but I kind of want it to be "done" so I'm pronouncing it as such.

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carebearbussy · 5 months ago

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ᥫ᭡ thinking about heian era! sukuna having a heavy breeding kink, seemingly out of nowhere.

you bring up a mere idea at dinner, the conversation quickly turning normal, to you bringing up an idea he had never given a second thought to.

"do you ever want kids with me, 'kuna?"

you would ask him, innocently enough, a sickeningly sweet tone hidden beneath your words. but you would already know the answer to this question. he would look up at you, then back down at his food, annoyance pondering his mind. eating a slab of salmon sashimi, he took a bite, chewing slow enough to hint at his potential answer. placing down his chopsticks, he would look back up at you, scoffing to himself at your foolish inquiry.

"those small, annoying humans that require too much attention for their own good? no thank you, i have better things to attend to."

he says, focusing on the meal before him. but his thoughts soon get the best of him. and now that he thinks about it, he will need an heir eventually. and not only that, but what would you be like? as a mother specifically. you would require more attention than most of the time. which was something he secretly enjoyed indulging in, despite his negative reasoning towards infants. how would you look?

you would be more swollen than usual, you stomach would grow larger by day, your breasts will most definitely become more full by the day. the bigger picture, which was you, enticed him in a way. something about seeing you round with his child really had his head going.

and so thats how you ended up here, you knees tightly locked against your stomach, as sukuna absolutely plows into your already stuffed cunt.

this was the seventh time? eighth time? at this point, you couldn't keep track. but he had came wayyyy too many times more than an average man should be able to. it was excruciating, really, the whimpers leaving your mouth, his hands bringing your knees closer to your chest with every move of his hips.

his seed was leaking out of you, glop by glop, dripping down your bottom even more, as he kept going harder and rougher. splashes of your juices paired with his cum stained the bed, the squelching of your pussy becoming deafening with every smack of his heavy balls against the rim of your ass. and the tight grip he had on your locks wasn't helping his case.

"hah, you're gonna give your king his offspring? yeah? r' you gonna be a good little mother f'me? make me an heir?"

he asks, your head barely able to focus on anything other than trying to stay sane. you felt sooo full, but this apparently wasn't enough for sukuna, or his heavy urges to breed your sloppy cunt. you nod eagerly, not wanting him to go any harder than he already has. but with the way he kept abusing your womb, it seemed like you were enjoying it, as sukuna relishes in your facial expression, your eyes rolling back, your mouth hung open wide enough to stuff two of his free fingers in.

"you'd be such a good mother, so obedient too. you wanted to rile me up, didn't you? i'll give you what you want, woman."

moaning into his fingers, you swirl your tongue around his digits, making him hum contently. you try to focus your vision onto his eyes, but the way he pushed his chest further into yours, had you practically cross eyed. hitting a new angle, you felt yourself completely let go, officially adding onto your list of orgasms you had previously had that night.

he released his fingers from your mouth, a coat of your saliva stringing upon release. he ceases to pull out of you, instead letting himself nuzzle nicely into your warmth, releasing yet again inside of you, earning a whine of complaint on your behalf. he playfully slaps your cheek with his wet hand, trailing it down to your pussy, playing in the ring of his semen around his cock. you squirm slightly, as you watch him then bring his cum coated fingers up to your mouth, pushing them back inside your mouth, making you taste his seed, some of his cum pooling around your lips.

"does that taste good? i bet it does, since you seem to love my seed so much. i cant wait to see you so full, besides from right now, of course."

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bartxnhood · 6 months ago

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cowboy casanova | t.o

tyler owens x fem!reader

based on this request: “Omg, how about Tyler Owens comforting reader on their first storm chase, maybe she’s really nervous or scared and he’s like don’t worry I ain’t gonna let anything happen to you… something like that???”

warnings: depictions of a tornado, reader has a panic attack. severe damage to homes and buildings.

w/c: 1.7k

a/n: thank you for the request! i added a touch of a backstory to help the plot go forward. i hope that’s okay!! i’m also currently in the theater about to watch it again (i saw it last night lol) enjoy <3

requests open

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you see a man standing in a wide-open field, as the sky above you darkened to a menacing shade of gray. the once-gentle breeze turns into a fierce, howling wind, and you feel a sense of unease settle in the pit of your stomach.

you were assigned to follow him and his crew around while they chased these monstrous tornadoes then went in and dissolved the threat. you worked for a huge journaling company from the north, but you grew up in arkansas and became familiar with these devastating weather patterns.

now, you were in oklahoma where you’d be joining this storm chaser during a week-long chase.

“you ready to chase some storms?” his back was still towards you, and his southern drawl was familiar.

as the man in the maroon shirt and white cowboy hat, spun on his heels to face you, you were taken aback.

tyler owens.

“y/n?”

his blood ran cold, not expecting to see you after all of these years. you laughed in disbelief, “this is crazy..” you shook your head and crossed your arms, shifting your weight to one leg.

“you’re the journalist?”

you and tyler go way back. the two of you were in school together, majoring in meteorology.he started chasing these storms, becoming famous on campus.

but, it all came to a head one day when you got trapped and lost your best friend. that’s when you dropped meteorology and took up journalism. you documented the destruction, the path, how they moved, etc.

and now, you were writing about who was called the tornado wrangler. you should’ve done your research but you didn’t want the assignment.

but, he had become so popular with his crew. they’d go inside the twisters and release a mixture to help dissolve the storm. and it worked.

“you’re the wrangler?” you ask, and tyler laughs. that signature laugh that always made you want to punch him in his pretty little face.

tyler turns around and rests his hands on his hips. “what do you see?”

the wind picks up even further, swirling around you in a dizzying dance, pulling at your clothes and hair. you sigh, taking a few steps closer till you are standing next to him.

“there” you point to the east, the air was thick with an unsettling hum as a dark mass loomed on the horizon. the skies darkened further, and a chilling gust of wind whipped up debris and sent trees bending at unnatural angles.

"another one" he murmured, eyes locked on the clouds as his adrenaline spiked and his lips pulled into a smile that he couldn't help but wear every time a storm was brewing.

glancing over at you he tried to hide the excitement in his chest that he felt when one appeared, but tyler knew hiding your feelings from another storm chaser was like trying to hide a tornado in an open field.

"how much do you wanna bet it'll touch down two miles east of our position" he teased, eyes scanning the clouds for clues.

“mm” you shake your head, even though you hadn’t done it in years you still had it. “three.” you continue, then point to the wind and how it carries against the wheat field.

“look at the way the wind is carrying. it’ll go east and hit north. perfect conditions,” you add crossing your arms

“i think you have yourself a ef5.”

uou had it. the intuition to tell where a storm was going to go by only looking at the clouds, the way the winds were blowing, and the speed at which the storm moved.

tyler had a similar gift, every storm chaser had it, but he had never met someone who could predict the size of a storm, which was a rarity he had never seen before.

“ah EF5, huh? i’ll hold you to that. If you’re wrong, you’re buying me a beer.”

tyler owens would be the death of you.

“i’m not buying you anything, owens.”

you load up into his truck, snapping pictures of forming a storm. he was flooring the red truck in a wheat field right towards the storm so he could get ahead of it.

“ya miss it?” he yells, over the thunder. occasionally turning his head to look at you. you say nothing, continuing to snap pictures.

“sometimes.” you blurt, not looking back at him. “i just don’t miss the destruction” you continue, rolling up the window and reviewing the photos.

“you were good,” he says, one hand on the steering wheel and eyes still taking glances at you. “mm” you just hum in response, not wanting to talk about your storm chasing days.

suddenly, a funnel begins to descend from the clouds, growing larger and more ominous by the second. the air around you crackles with anticipation, and you realize that you are witnessing the terrifying formation of a tornado. an EF5.

this was the second time you had ever seen an EF5 form in front of you, this was frightening.

you held onto your camera tightly as tyler drove right towards the black abyss. “shit..” you mumble quietly.

as the rain beat down on the windshield, the engine's roar could hardly be heard above the gathering storm.

tyler's truck sped through the wide-open fields, creating a trail of dirt and dust in their wake. with his eyes locked on the approaching storm, he clinched his teeth and gripped the steering wheel firmly like a man about to die.

he had chased tornadoes before, but never an EF5. the adrenaline in his veins was making his heart race and his senses heighten as he pushed the truck to drive faster, the roar of the wind and thunder in their ears.

“what a beauty” he muttered, admiring the sheer force and size of the storm in front of them.

as your heart pounded furiously in your chest, you felt a sudden tightening of the breath in your lungs.

your mind raced with panicked thoughts, each one more terrifying than the last. you fought to stay calm, but the fear was overwhelming, like a living entity trying to consume you whole.

sweat beaded on your forehead, and your hands trembled as you held the camera. the world around them seemed to blur and spin out of control, like the tornado in front of them.

"tyler, we should go back," you yelled. tyler smiled, eyes fixed on the whirling green giant in front of him.

he yells, "not a chance, l/n. look at it!" as he maneuvers through the difficult terrain. “we can’t give up now!”

“stop!” you proceeded to yell, flashes of that night you lost your best friend. the way the sky looked, how it sounded, the rain on your skin, how cold you were. it was all flashing in front of you, experiencing the whole thing again.

tears brim your eyes, your body shaking like a leaf. “please! just stop!” you yell over the growl of the thunder clapping.

tyler’s heart sank to his stomach as he heard the raw emotion in your voice. he had teased you and challenged uou, but now it was clear that this was not just another storm for you.

it was a personal struggle that was tearing you apart and he had triggered it with his arrogance.

without a word, he stomped on the brakes and brought the truck to a screeching halt, his own heart racing against his ribs.

"y/n, look at me," he said, voice suddenly hoarse and quiet.

you’re gasping for air, pulling at the collar of your crewneck. the cab of the truck felt like it was closing in on you, you unbuckled the seat belt and tried to unlock the door. “i can’t do this” your bottom lip begins to quiver. “i have to..i gotta get out of here.”

you can’t even bring yourself to look at him. your mind is fogged with the traumatic experience of the last time you were caught in the eye of a storm like this.

tyler’s heart dropped as he saw you struggling, your gasping breaths and trembling body. he reached over to her, gently grabbing your wrist, preventing you from opening the door of the truck.

“hey, hey, whoa. look at me, look at me, please.” he pleaded, his voice firm but surprisingly gentle.

he reached out and took your chin, gently turning your head to face him. his eyes searched yours for a moment before narrowing in concern.

“y/n, listen to me. you need to breathe, sweetheart.”

your breathless, unable to think straight until your eyes meet his sea green orbs. you take in a deep breath and mirror tyler’s breathing.

inhale, exhale.

you repeated this until you eventually calmed down.

your hands continue to tremble as you speak, “tyler, i cannot do this. i just can’t.” hour southern drawl escaping. “it’s too much”

tyler watched as your rapid breathing slowly began to match his own, your hand gripping his tightly. his heart ached as he saw the fear and the anguish in your eyes, and knew that this was not just a simple fear of storms.

it was a trauma, something deeply personal, that had left a permanent mark on your soul.

he gently raised his other hand to your face, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb, trying to soothe you. “i know, i know” he whispered, his own tone gentle and soft.

“ain’t nothin gonna happen to you, kay? i won’t let it.” he assures your worries, wiping away the stray tear that escaped your eyes then tucked some hair behind your ear.

“i’ve got you.” he continues. you watch as his attention goes from you to the tornado in front of you. “if you want me to take you back i need to know, now” he says, looking back at you.

you sniffle, following his gaze to the twister.

if he could stop something like this it would be a huge achievement to the community. no more damage, no more homelessness. it would all be fixed.

“no..” you begin, and find your eyes back on him. “i’ll be fine.”

tyler nods, putting the truck into drive. one hand on the steering wheel and the other reaching for yours, giving you a reassuring squeeze. “you’ll be fine, city girl.”

you choke out a laugh, and shake your head.

“then, let’s chase this beaut!” he yips and slams his foot on the gas and takes off towards the monster of a tower.

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kissohee · 6 months ago

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making out with taesan on his lap or in bed and he gets turned on really fast he starts grabbing u firmly and grinding against u bc he’s desperate asf… NNNGHHNHN PLEASE WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT MAKING OUT WITH HIM IM CRAZYYY

taesan x fem!reader ☆ nsfw ; wc : 681 ☆ one-shot mdni! warnings; making out, taesans very needy, premature ejaculation, hickeys, minimal talking, no plot, its short sorry! a/n; sorry this is sooo late but,,,, i got u babe ❣️

You've missed the feeling of your boyfriend's lips on yours, and it's clear he did the same. He was acting upon his eagerness more than you were, making it obvious how much he wanted you. "Wait, Dongmin, Slow down."

He shakes his head, and you feel his hair against your forehead. It's been a while since you and Dongmin had the time to do anything, the both of you being incredibly busy. He wraps his hands around you before bringing them to his lap, your knees on either side of his body. The feeling of his tongue around yours, and his hands on your body reminded you just how desperate you were feeling too. You didn't want to interrupt the moment by removing his shirt, so you just settled on playing with the hem of it. Dongmin left your lips and traveled down your neck, searching for the sensitive spot he knew you had. When he found it, he let his lips linger there, receiving a light moan from you. He smiled against your neck, his kisses traveling down with an occasional suck, leaving bright hickeys all over your skin. He gets to the center of your chest, and moves up to the middle of your neck, before making his way back to your lips. When he bites your lip, it causes you to let out another noise. Except this time you feel him raise his hips, grazing them against yours. The quick feeling almost making your eyes roll back. You settle your hands on his neck, and you feel his own snake under your shirt and up to your breasts. "I've missed you.." "Me.? or my boobs.?" You attempt to tease, getting no reaction out of him. He looks into your eyes, his lips covered in your and his saliva, "You." The way his gaze stayed on you, made your body heat up. You could see the desperation in his eyes, and just how much he missed doing this with you. It's almost like time stayed still, the two of you staring into each other's eyes, admiring one another. Until he moved his hips again, holding your waist down with his hands. His brows furrowed together as he looks at where your laps touch. You were sure you had the same expression on your face as well, the look of pleasure, but also a look of want. It wasn't enough, but you couldn't speed things up after asking him to slow things down. He must've taken note of your face, because he continues to grind up against you, his hands starting to shake a bit from how rough he was holding onto you. He'd have to apologize later for the red marks it'd make on your skin. But for now, that didn't matter. What mattered was the tight feeling in his pants, and the warmth from yours. And the slight relief he was feeling from the simple action of him rubbing himself against you, was slowly making him lose his mind. Dongmin wanted to stop, he wanted to go further, but he couldn't find it in himself to. Your moans, and the feeling in his stomach, were all contributing to his drive to continue. You hadn't expected such a simple action to make so many noises come out of you, and there wasn't any way for you to stop them from exiting you either. Eventually your moans matched with his grinding, your bodies syncing up. You did your best to hold all the pleasure you were feeling, not wanting to release from his grinding. You wanted more, you wanted him. His hips sped up, and you held onto his shoulders, allowing him to do all the work. His hair sticking to his forehead, and you were sure yours was so too based on the humidity in the room. But it didn't seem to bother him, or affect his pace. "Fu-fuck..." You feel his hips twitch under you, the expression on his face telling you everything you need to know. Looking down at where your crotches met,, was a big wet spot.

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giannaln4 · 7 months ago

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Make You Feel Better

lando norris x fem reader

summary: Lando wasn't feeling the best after a long day of media duties, but he could always count on you to make him feel better. (915 words)

warnings: mdni, + 18, smut, unprotected sex, needy!lando

a/n: heyy everyone! sorry for disappearing after posting literally just one fic, but with uni and then summer i didn't really find the time to write but i'm working on a few fics right now! anyway please send some requests!

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Some days were better than others, and Lando always tried to be positive around you, but today just wasn’t his day. He had a long day; media day wasn’t his favourite, too many people to talk to, cameras all around at all times, and on top of that, he was feeling a little under the weather.

It’s not like he always felt that way, it was a part of his duties and he liked to meet fans. He loved seeing the people that supported him unconditionally so happy just by seeing him. He knew he had to do it anyway, but the triple header was getting to him, and it was only the second weekend.

He dragged himself back into his hotel, dragging his feet out of the elevator and through the hallways. He wasn’t expecting to see you awake, still waiting for him, but he was almost relieved when he spotted you sitting in his bed.

“Hi” You happily greeted him when he entered the room, putting your phone down to pay attention to him.

“Hi” He replied, not as happy as you. You could easily see that he was having a bad day.

He dropped his bag next to the door and made his way to the bed, collapsing in your arms as soon as he got there. “Bad day” was all he said and you didn’t push it any further. You let him settle in your arms, rubbing his back as you both sink into the mattress.

“It’s okay, baby. You should get some rest, I know you haven’t been sleeping as much as you are supposed to”

He shook his head into your chest “I had something else in mind”

“Go on” You knew where this was going, and honestly you couldn’t complain.

“I was thinking, uh- you could help me feel better” His voice was a little hesitant, but his hands were confident when they found your hips, squeezing them as if he was trying to give you a hint of what he wanted.

“Yeah? How?”

“I need you, please”

You smile down at him, suddenly needy for him “Is that what you want?”

He nodded desperately, and he immediately lifted his head and reached for your chin, pulling you in for a kiss. It started rough and passionate, you could barely catch your breath. You climbed into his lap, placing your knees to his sides.

“How do you want me?” You managed to ask in between kisses.

“Ride me”

As soon as he said that you got up, taking a step back and slowly undressing in front of him. “Are you gonna keep your clothes?”

“Uh- no” He quickly got rid of them, keeping his eyes on you the entire time.

You were both naked, and you returned to your previous position on his lap. After a moment of making out, you softly pushed him into the mattress and leaned down to meet his lips again.

“Want me to help you feel better? You had a bad day so you need me to ride you?” Lando’s eyes widened and he nodded quickly, bucking his hips up.

You shook your head, pulling away “Words, Lando”

“Yes. Baby, please” He begged, his hands on your hips again.

You smirk, satisfied with his answer. He was still holding onto your hips as you began to get comfortable on top of him, he then placed his hands on your tits, massaging them softly as you started to stroke his needy cock. He let out a loud moan at your touch.

Your pussy was soaking wet, brushing up against his thigh. The contact made you moan softly and you couldn't help but put more pressure, relieving your need a little bit. You kept rubbing your core against him as he let out soft whimpers, your hand still stroking him, but the relief you were giving him wasn’t nearly enough. “Please, baby” Lando moaned as you placed your hands on his stomach.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me”

That was all you needed to hear, so you situated yourself and slowly sank down on his cock. He moaned loudly, and your hands moved up to his chest, as you began to roll your hips. His hands moved to your hips again as his own bucked up into you, making you whimper as loud as he was.

“You always make me feel so good” He cried out.

Your mind was too focused on your own pleasure you didn’t even answer him. You continued moving, a string of moans of his name leaving your lips. He was deep, deep inside of you and he just hit that place where you both feel incredibly good.

“Fuck” Lando said with furrowed brows, his cheeks red and forehead full of sweat. His curls were stuck to his forehead, making him incredibly sexy. “I’m gonna cum,” he said when he started to get that feeling in his lower abdomen.

You didn’t say anything but you picked up your pace, bringing Lando even closer to his orgasm. It didn’t take long for him to shoot his release inside you, making you come closer to your own release.

He moaned your name repeatedly, and you collapsed on his chest when your mindblowing orgasm finally hit you. You were barely moving your hips now, dusting off your high.

You finally stopped moving and you stayed like that for a while, catching your breath as your cheek was pressed on his chest.

“Feel better, baby?”

“Yeah”

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mariasont · 7 months ago

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Training Day - A.H

a/n: you all wanted more bimbo!assistant!reader and i'm a woman of the people so here we are

on a real note i love her and she is my queen

masterlist

pairings: aaron hotchner x bimbo!assistant!reader

summary: you don't understand why hotch is giving you training lessons, but apparently he thinks you need it

warnings: talking about men following her in public YUCK, hotch trying to train reader, reader not knowing what's going on, cuties being cute

wc: 0.8k

"I still don't really know why we're doing this."

You were grumbling more than was characteristic for you, with every part of your body, your arms, your legs, and even your ass, suffering from a dull ache--sadly, not the result of any enjoyable pastime. After being knocked over more times than you cared to count, Hotch extended his hand toward you. You gladly took it, letting him pull you to your feet.

Your fingers deftly pulled at your pink tracksuit top over the sliver of abdomen that that had been revealed in your less-than-graceful take down. Hotch had pointed out the impracticality of your outfit when you showed up, but you stood firm on the principle that if early training sessions were expected of you, then your attire would be non-negotiable.

"Because I want to be confident in your abilities to defend yourself." His arms folded over his chest as his gaze bore into you, challenging you to contradict him.

"I'm just here to look pretty and answer your phones, crime-fighting isn't in my job description. That's your thing, Mr."

You shuffled back to your original position anyway, hands coming up to shield your face as you mentally sorted through the steps, or at least tried to, struggling to recall the correct foot placement.

"Shoulder width apart."

It's like he could read your mind. You were not entirely convinced that he couldn't.

"Crime-fighting doesn't have to be your thing," Hotch stated, narrowing the gap between you, his hands firmly correcting your stance. You sometimes found an excuse to stand just so, hoping he would step in to manhandle you into place. "But being part of the BAU, even peripherally, means you're not immune to risks. I need to know you can handle yourself... for my piece of mind."

"Sir, is this like, your super-secret way of showing you care?"

Your lips twisted into a half-smile as his hands clasped your waist a little tighter than necessary: a warning that said you were playing with fire. His fingers then moved to direct yours, positioning them closer to your face, his knuckles lightly grazing across your cheek in the process.

"Eyes on me, stay focused."

"My eyes are always on you, sir," you say, your head canting to one side.

He released a controlled breath, giving you a level look that signaling you were pushing it. Nevertheless, you flashed him a beaming smile and initiated the move he had been drilling into you. The tip of your elbow made contact with the soft of his stomach.

He issued a muted groan as he intercepted your arm, preventing it from digging further, and in a fluid motion he spun you around, pinning your backside to his front.

"That was perfect, right?" you squealed, your fist shooting up in victory.

The sudden jump caused his hands to shift from your arm, finding a new perch on your hips to steady your... enthusiastic bounce.

You whirled in his grasp, the proximity sending a faint hum through his chest. Clearing his throat, he managed. "Yes, uh, that was it."

Clutching his shirt, the fabric crumpled beneath your purple-tipped fingers, you giggled. "Just imagine someone trying to follow me to my car now. They wouldn't know what hit 'em!"

"Is that a common occurrence?" The lines of his face gathered into that customary look of concern, that characteristic frown of his making an appearance.

He gently disentangled your hands from his shirt, not letting go, but rather laying his atop of yours.

"Well, sometimes, but I usually just call Morgan, put him on speaker, and he starts talking about the FBI stuff," you explained, giving a light shrug that nudged the zipper of your jacket down just a smidge. "They take off after that."

He clenched his eyes shut, pausing momentarily before reopening it. One hand let go of yours to adjust the zipper back to its proper position.

"That makes my stomach hurt." And it did. "Don't hesitate to call me when that happens. I'll come get you."

Your smile stretched ear to ear, potent enough to make him feel lightheaded. "You know, with all these trainings, who needs to call for help?"

"How about we compromise, and you still call me, regardless?"

You pout your lips, shiny with clear gloss rather than your usual pink. "That sounds less like a compromise and more like a you thing, ya know?"

Hotch's laughter rumbled from his chest, a warm, breathy sound, as he let go of your hands, which he realized he had been holding far longer than appropriate, and guided you to the door.

"You don't appreciate the added precautions I'm willing to take for your safety?"

Dragging your sneaker on the floor, you plucked your bag from the wall as Hotch closed the door behind you. "Gee, when you say it like that..."

When you walked down the hall you seemed to be perfectly in step.

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everyonewooeverywhere · 1 month ago

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X-RATED X-MAS DAY 5: DEEPTHROATING W/ MINGI

christmas masterlist 🖤

pairing: idol!mingi x fem!reader

rating: 18+

content/warnings: deepthroating, name-calling (slut, princess, cockslut), facefucking

notes: if we ignore the fact that my gag reflex fucking horrendous...this is pretty good.

NSFW 18+ | MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

Mingi always loved when you showed up in the crowd to support him. And he always felt a sense of pride knowing that you we there for him and him alone. All dolled up in an outfit you knew he'd like just to stand pressed against that barricade and watch him perform. And he was no stranger to getting hard in front of the crowd, but knowing that you were there watching him? Well couldn't think on it too long or he'd have a whole other problem on his hands.

You always waited for him backstage, though. Running up to him and throwing your arms around his neck. Showering him with praises and letting him know how proud you were of him. Your hands playing at the ends of his sweat-soaked hair. "Did I do good, princess?" You bite your lip and nod, fiddling with his diamond encrusted chain, "You did so good, Minnie. I really liked watching you." He raises an eyebrow, letting his hands fall to your lower back, one of them practically cupping your ass, "Yeah?"

In all honesty, though, the best part was that feeling of possessive pride that filled your chest throughout the whole show. Watching as the people around you freaked out when he rolled his hips or flashed that smile, and knowing that that was yours. That was your man, and they all wanted him. And you loved that more than you liked to admit. But Mingi isn't stupid. He knows you like feeling special. That's why he presses himself into you, letting you feel the bulge in his pants through your skirt. "Well, I've got a bit of a problem," he brought a hand to your throat, "You gonna help me fix it?"

"Oh fuck baby," he grunted, "Keep doin' that. Keep taking this cock down your pretty little throat." You looked up at him through your ruined mascara, a load of his cum already painted over your face. "Yeah that's it princess," he threaded his fingers through your hair, pushing you further down on his cock. Smirking at how you gagged on him, before pulling you off of him. Still forcing you to look at him with his grip on you, watching as tears run down your face. God you couldn’t get any more perfect.

And when you looked up at him with those big eyes, he had no choice but to let his dick slap against your face. Chuckling when your stuck your tongue out, “Little slut’s desperate for more dick down her throat?” You let out a pathetic little moan at the idea. “Well let’s see how far you can go, huh?”

He pushed his dick back down your throat, grabbing your head and pushing you down until your nose hit his lower stomach, “Ah fuck—“ he grunted as his tip hit the back of your throat. “Want me to fuck your face, baby?” You whined around him, and he felt the vibrations through his whole body. “Yeah? Gonna fuck your face just like you deserve. Dumb fuckin’ sluts always love gettin’ they’re tight little throats ruined.”

He thrust himself straight down your throat. The way you struggled and sputtered around his dick only pushing him further. His tip making you gag with every movement of his hip. And his hand in your hair pulling you further than you thought you could go. “Yeahhh baby that’s it. ‘M gonna fuckin’ cum. Gonna cum down this pretty little throat, and you’re gonna swallow it. Gonna swallow every last drop like a good fuckin’ cumslut.” And he came straight down your throat. Every drop coating your tongue as you swallowed it all.

And when he pulled you off his dick finally you looked up at him with those teary, seductive eyes and he nearly got hard again. “I’ve never taken a dick that far before.” You said, spreading your hands over his thighs as you laid down on one, still looking up at him while massaging his thighs, “Really? Well you’re just a fuckin’ pro, aren’t you?” You giggled, “Did I do good, Minnie?” He wiped a tear off your cheek, “You did so good, baby. I loved watching you.”

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fumiscripts · 5 days ago

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✦ DEDICATED TO YOU

✦ one shot ,, rin itoshi x gn!reader

content:: you're a famous idol. and you're dating a professional player. of course you'll be making headlines when your relationship was made public.

for @yui2aku ,, fluff ,, 822 words

additional:: swearing, they're both whipped for eachother, might be ooc

Itoshi Rin is a rising star in the football industry. And you were in the peak of your idol career.

Obviously, the media would freak if they find out that the two of you were dating.

So you kept the relationship a secret, doing your best to not give out any hints. From making sure not to mention each other too much in interviews, to carefully crafting social media posts to ensure that fans won't be able to tell that you were going to a place together. Both of you and your management carefully concealed it from the public view.

But, of course, not everything goes to plan.

PROFESSIONAL ATHLETE ITOSHI RIN AND SOLO IDOL [L/N] [NAME] SEEN HOLDING HANDS AT HANEDA AIRPORT.

This was the headline of one of the many, many articles that flooded all across the internet. Your heart stopped, then slammed back at full force. You stood up straighter, brows furrowing together. The first time you opened your phone for the day, and you find posts about this everywhere.

Oh fuck. You fucked up, didn't you?

“Shit. What the hell,” you curse under your breath, reading more into the article.

Meanwhile, Rin looks up from your lap, opening an eye, disturbed from resting on your thighs when you suddenly stopped running your hands through his black locks. Your eyes flicked towards his,and he gave you a look, as if to ask what suddenly bothered you to halt playing with his hair.

You blink at him, before sheepishly turning your phone around, showing him what's been blowing up all over the media. “So… maybe we weren't discreet enough with the clothes I wore to greet you.”

His face instantly dropped, turning into something more serious as his teal eyes skimmed through the overview of the post. Rin sighed, grumbling something under his breath before burying his face onto your stomach. “...I told you to just stay at home and wait for me,” he murmured after a while, draping his arms around your waist.

“C’mon… you know I had to greet you right away. It was after a big overseas game I couldn't come to— it was the same time I had a concert,” you scoffed, reasoning with him. “The least I could do was pick you up at the airport.”

Rin didn't look up. He was touched by your little gesture to try and make up for not attending a vital match, so he didn't use that argument further. “Tch. Should've at least covered up more of your features,” he lightheartedly remarked. Though he really liked the uniqueness you had with the way you dressed up, so he can't hate on that. “Well, what do we do now?” he asked, moving the topic along from the problem to finding a solution.

You stared down your phone, anxiousness coming back to loom over you. “I should contact my manager,” you remark, watching as he finally lets go of you and sits up properly. “We could schedule a meeting with our PR teams?”

He nodded. “Right. So go do that,” he replied, though he already had a vague idea what they might propose for you two to do. It was a guess.

That guess was right.

The day after those rumors about the two of you having a secret blew up, you hard launched your relationship to the public.

They decided that coming out clean about this would be the most logical way to proceed— way better than the media speculating that the two of you were just a fling and start tarnishing both of you’s reputation. A proper relationship sounded way better than a one-night stand to the public.

After confirming on each official account, the masses began to be a little more welcoming to it. Hell, the ship tag between you and Rin seemed to blow up with positive posts, even. So that fix was successful.

Once the news calmed down through weeks, everything was back to normal. Well, as normal as it could be with being an idol with a soccer player for a boyfriend. Majority of fans seemed to love the two of you, often making fan media dedicated to your relationship. And in all honesty, it was cute. Plus, you had more material to tease Rin with.

Now, you couldn't help it. You personally asked for your next album to be something special, convincing management it's for the sake of the publication of your relationship. Though, it was dedication for someone special.

An album dedicated to him.

Rin knew those songs were dedicated to him. If those vibrant eyes of yours while you performed on stage— looking straight at him who sat by the vip seats— said anything, it was all about how much you loved him.

Oh, and with the way he looked at you with pure adoration, it was obvious he loved you, too.

Rin was utterly, hopelessly dedicated to you.

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megalony · 3 months ago

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Touchy Situation

This is my newest Evan Buckley imagine, which will have a follow up, based on an idea I had after seeing the new episode.

I hope you will all like it, feedback is always lovely.

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Evan Buckley Masterlist

Summary: Evan is having a hard time adjusting to the new Captain who seems to have a vendetta against him. But things get even harder when (Y/n) goes into labour and they end up having a preemie baby.

Enjoy.

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"Are you feeling any better?" Evan leaned his head to one side and pressed his hips back into the counter. His eyes dragged up and down (Y/n)'s frame while his fingers began to tap against the glazed kitchen counter.

He could see the little things in (Y/n), like the way she was arched forwards rather than standing up straight. That meant she still had some back pain, and the way she kept shifting and leaning her hips from side to side told him the odd pains in her stomach were still present.

He could see the tiredness in her eyes and the far off look in her eyes told him she just wanted to go to bed and sleep. He would guess that (Y/n) didn't feel great today.

"A little."

"Really?"

(Y/n) looked over her shoulder to find Evan's brows raised and his arms folded over his chest rather than holding the counter. And when she noticed his fingers were tapping against his biceps, she couldn't help but shiver. He didn't believe her, and she couldn't blame him.

"Well enough for work." (Y/n) corrected herself and turned round so she was facing Evan.

He crossed the small distance between them and reached out to curl his hands around her hips, pulling her closer. His thumbs glided up and down her hips, noticing that she was wearing her work clothes which mainly consisted of black leggings and a maroon top with the dispatch logo in the right corner.

He wasn't so sure she should be going back to work yet, but if (Y/n) said she was going then he knew her mind was made up. Evan wouldn't be surprised if she came home feeling drained or like she had over-exerted herself, though.

"It's only a short shift, right?" If she suddenly told him she was doing a twelve hour shift, Evan would start protesting, that would be far too much. She would be throwing herself in the deep end after having just over a week off work.

"Yeah, only until eight." Leaning back, (Y/n) looped her arms around the back of Evan's neck and tucked herself into his embrace.

She tilted her head down to bury in the crook of his neck, feeling each deep breath he took while he leaned down and pressed his lips to the top of her head. She couldn't stop from closing her eyes and when Evan pressed his hips back into the counter, (Y/n) leaned further into him, letting him hold her weight for her. But it only made her feel worse; she felt like she was about to fall asleep standing up.

Her lips curved up at the corners when she felt Evan turn his hand and worm his fingers beneath her shirt. She didn't have to look to know exactly what he was doing. And she was right when she felt Evan press his hand against her bump.

He was exactly the same when they'd had Rowan. Always wanting to cling to her, hug her and have a hand on her bump somehow, even during the night he reached out for her. This time around was no different, except for the fact that they knew what gender the baby was.

When they had Rowan, they kept it a secret to find out, but this time hadn't been quite as smooth sailing. (Y/n) had had one or two problems and they'd ended up finding out the gender when the nurse told them by mistake. Not that they were too annoyed, they were excited and it meant they could get the spare room ready and get a few things in that didn't have to be gender neutral.

They were having a girl this time.

(Y/n) began gliding her fingers up and down the back of Evan's neck but when she finally opened her eyes, she blinked and took in what Evan was wearing. He wasn't in his usual jeans or even his jogging bottoms or gym shorts. He was in starched black trousers and a black shirt, and when she tilted her head back, she noticed the fire station logo over the left side of his chest.

"You're working today?" She didn't think Evan was heading to work today, it should be his day off, unless (Y/n) had gotten confused.

It had been off-putting to have time off work, it set (Y/n) back and made the days jumble up. But it meant she had been home every day to take Rowan to school and pick him up, they didn't have to worry about childcare while she had been off.

The only worry had been about the baby, since (Y/n) had time off due to a placental abruption.

"I swapped with Harry at work, I do today, he does my shift tomorrow. That way I can take you to your scan." He spoke quietly against the top of her head where he pressed his lips again, but when they parted and he looked down, Evan saw the frown etched onto her lips.

"But, but you said Gerrard hates people switching shifts."

"Doesn't matter, we've agreed and that's enough. I want to take you."

He hated the perplexed look that came across (Y/n)'s features, and he knew exactly why she was worried. Gerrard didn't like Evan; he took an instant dislike to him when he started two weeks ago, and when he learned that Evan was Bobby's son in law, it got worse.

If Evan tried to talk back or voice a concern, it was thrown back in his face that his father in law was no longer in charge and he couldn't slack anymore or get 'special treatment' as if that happened anyway.

But it did mean that if Evan- or anyone else on the team- had a problem or family issue, they couldn't expect Gerrard to understand. He didn't like people taking early leave from one shift and coming in early for another to make up the difference, whereas Bobby didn't mind. He didn't like people swapping shifts or needing to leave for family situations. He expected everyone to be robots and do their work to peak performance and if he asked them to stay late, he expected them to stay.

"I don't want to get you into trouble-"

"You're not getting me into trouble, baby. Harry didn't care about changing shifts and it's not against the law, Gerrard can't stop us. Besides, I want to make sure my girls are okay."

Evan didn't want (Y/n) thinking she was going to get him into any trouble when she wasn't technically doing anything. They all knew if Evan had any other Captain, swapping shifts wouldn't be an issue, especially because it was to take his wife to an appointment.

Gerrard was just being vindictive and Evan wouldn't rise to it or let him dictate or feel bad about wanting to be there for his family.

"What about Rowan?" (Y/n) pressed her chin into Evan's chest so she could look up at him. She watched the irritation about Gerrard fade from his features which softened into a smile.

"Maddie's gonna pick him up today, she said he can stay for dinner with her and Jee. It's all sorted, I promise." He had already made sure childcare wouldn't be an issue before he asked Harry to switch shifts. Maddie would get Rowan from school and have him at her place so he could spend some time with Jee and when (Y/n) finished her shift, she could pick him up.

"As long as you don't get into trouble."

A shiver tore down her spine when Evan's hand unravelled from her stomach and he trailed both hands up her sides. His fingertips tickled her skin until he finally settled his palms on either side of her neck with his thumbs tracing along her jaw. He tilted her head back and leaned down until their noses brushed and his smile was almost touching hers.

"It's all sorted," He murmured quietly before he pressed his lips to hers, stealing whatever oxygen she had left in her lungs.

He smiled against her lips which parted enough for Evan to slide his tongue into her mouth and trace across her lips. He tried not to shiver and shimmy on the spot when he felt (Y/n)'s hands leave his neck and trace down his sides instead until she was holding his hips to steady them both.

Evan wouldn't have (Y/n) worrying about this, which meant he wasn't about to to tell him as long as they agreed and changed the rota on the system, then it was okay. But if anyone asked for shift swaps Gerrard usually said no or agreed if they went on cleaning duty, and Evan had done his share of cleaning.

He was taking (Y/n) to her appointment tomorrow to make sure she and their baby were okay. And he didn't care what Gerrard said or thought about that.

The memory of this morning flooded Evan's mind and worked as the only thing that kept him sane and quiet.

A stern expression flooded his face while he clasped his hands together tightly behind his back. His fingers pressed into the back of his hands until his knuckles were turning white and pins and needles were shooting up and down his nerves.

He wanted to go home. He never wished to leave shift early and he never wished to stay home and not come into work at all, but Gerrard was changing things. Evan didn't do well with change in any aspect, but these last two weeks had honestly made Evan consider transferring to another station or even changing his job.

He couldn't handle being under Gerrard's reign of terror for much longer, and it hadn't even been a month yet.

"Look at this sorry excuse for a team." Whatever Gerrard said next went in one ear and out the other for Evan. As soon as the Captain was walking towards the end of their line up where Hen was, Evan let his mind wander.

He tried to picture (Y/n), the way she had leant on him the morning, the feeling of her arms cocooned around his neck or her fingers running up and down his waist to try and tickle him. The feeling of her lips on his, her smile, the swell of her stomach, anything. Just any part of (Y/n) to take his mind off where he was and why he was so irritated.

Evan tried not to think too hard about the shift swap either. He wished Bobby was still in charge. Bobby would have let Evan leave tomorrow lunch time, take (Y/n) to her scan and then come back on shift. Evan wouldn't have needed a swap if Bobby had been in charge.

And although he was grateful to Harry for agreeing to the swap, it was still annoying. Now, Evan was going to come home after Rowan was already in bed and he wouldn't get to cuddle him or read him a story before bed. He wouldn't have time with Rowan until he finished school tomorrow afternoon.

Evan was brought back to the harsh reality he found himself in when he heard Gerrard's voice boom through the station.

"Where's Anderson?" The older man scanned his eyes up and down the team all stood in a row like they were in the army talking to their drill sargent.

"Not on shift today, sir." Eddie tried to keep his voice neutral, but he thought it would have been obvious. The correct number of staff were working today, Gerrard had seen them all. Was it not clear enough that Harry was in fact having a day off if he wasn't here and they weren't a man down?

"What?"

A shiver crawled down Evan's spine and he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before he stepped forward and tilted his head in Gerrard's direction.

"He swapped shifts with me, he's working tomorrow, I'm on today."

"And you didn't run this past me first?" Gerrard rose a brow, but Evan didn't look at him. He looked at the logo on the fire truck directly behind Gerrard so he didn't have to focus on his new Captain who he had a growing dislike for.

"Didn't know I had to, sir."

"This is the third time you've changed shifts in less than a month, Buckley. What's wrong with you?"

Evan steeled his neck and locked his jaw to stop himself from wincing or giving anything away. Gerrard had clearly checked up on him, probably on all the team. It would be on the rota that Evan had either swapped shifts or finished early one one day and stayed late on another. Bobby never minded and no one in head office ever said anything. They didn't care as long as the job got done and people kept their hours.

"My wife isn't well." He couldn't stop the defensiveness from seeping into his voice or his upper lip form curling up in distaste.

He had valid reasons which he didn't have to disclose to Gerrard if he didn't want to. He didn't need permission to swap. He and Harry changed the rota, they both agreed to it and it was all done without a fuss. But Gerrard liked to make a fuss, and he liked to show up his team and make them uncomfortable.

"She'd better be dying for you to have this much time off. This is the last time, understand?"

When Evan took a step forward and dropped his hands from behind his back, he suddenly felt Chimney grabbing his bicep and yanking him back towards their line. He knew what Evan was about to do. He could see his brother in law was ready to lunge, and he had every right.

But no one wanted Evan getting himself into trouble or getting suspended today, he had to keep his calm.

Evan shrugged off Chimney's hand and turned on his heels, stomping against the polished floor in a huff, aiming for the locker room. He had to be away from that so-called Captain before he took his head off.

(Y/n) wasn't well and she was pregnant, if Evan needed time off to look after her or take her to appointments then he had every right to do that. And there was no reason for Gerrard to be so rude and dismissive.

Evan wouldn't stand for it.

***

The grimace plastered onto Evan's face slowly morphed and faded out when he took another bite of his food. He wanted to go home. He wanted Bobby to come back to work and be back in charge.

Last night he and (Y/n) had Bobby and Athena round for dinner and Evan couldn't help but say how depressing Gerrard was making every shift. It wasn't just the team as a whole who were feeling let down and beaten up, Evan felt like he was being persecuted.

When Bobby was in charge, Evan didn't get special treatment, everyone could see that, even the new recruits or the people who came in on bank just to fill a slot when they were short staffed. Everyone knew Bobby was fair and sometimes he even went harder on Evan, but he knew exactly when to draw the line.

Unlike Gerrard.

Evan didn't know what to do, he didn't know how he was going to get through these next few days, let alone weeks if Gerrard stayed in command for much longer. He might have to change stations, ask for a temporary switch until they either got someone else in charge of the 118 or Bobby came back to them.

Evan glanced to his left and rose a brow when he watched Eddie lean back in his seat and subtly pull his plate closer to the edge of the table. Gerrard was complaining- yet again- about something, whilst they were having lunch. And they all knew he had a tendency to spit when he was eating and talking.

A small grin wormed onto Evan's face at Eddie's little movement, and he tried to let his mind wander, which was never a hard task with a hyperactive brain like his.

Both elbows pressed down on the table and he hunched forward, noticing that with both his feet tapping against the floor, it made his knees jostle and bang into the table. No one seemed to notice. It was a good job Evan sat on the opposite end of the table to Gerrard or he would be told off for that too.

Everyone had their dedicated seats at the table, and Evan used to sit next to Bobby. With Gerrard in Bobby's seat, Evan had switched to sit at the other end of the table, adding as much space between him and the Captain as possible. Everyone thought it was the best solution.

When Eddie heard Gerrard begin to nit-pick at the food, he leaned to his left and looked over at Buck.

"It's almost as good as Bobby's spag bol."

"Almost?" Evan jested even though he didn't feel in the best mood right now. He didn't seem to be in a good mood at all, even when he went home he couldn't seem to switch off or get out of this mood. But being around (Y/n) and Rowan helped; it helped a lot.

He managed a smile when Eddie grinned and stabbed at his food with his fork; Evan had been doing most of the cooking while Bobby wasn't here. For Bobby's birthday this year, (Y/n) had booked him onto a cooking course as he loved cooking, and he had taken Evan along with him. The pair of them had a lot more fun than they expected.

Evan ate another mouthful, near enough clearing his plate before he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket.

They weren't supposed to be on their phones while on shift, not even when they had hours to kill between calls on a slow day. But everyone checked them when they could and it was dinner time, Evan would take a phone call if he had to.

He pushed his seat back, scraping the legs against the floor when he realised it was Maddie calling him. She didn't usually call when he was at work unless there was some kind of emergency. Working at dispatch meant Maddie and (Y/n) both called the 118 to give them pointers and let them know about serious situations and collisions.

"Buck, can you talk?" Maddie's voice was oddly quiet like she thought Gerrard had super-human hearing.

But it was the catch in her voice that caught Evan's attention and he knew that slight scratch in her tone. She had been- or still was- crying. Why was she upset? What had happened?

He got up from his chair and stepped across towards the sofa in the corner of the annex just past the stairs. He wasn't talking to her with the rest of the team listening in and Gerrard watching with those beady little eyes that made Evan uncomfortable.

"I've got time… Mads, what's the matter?" Evan slumped his hips against the back of the sofa and crossed one leg over the other while his free hand curved around his chest. It made him look like he was trying to give himself a comforting hug, but he didn't care. He could feel himself bubbling up with panic, he could just sense that something wasn't right.

"You need to come down to the hospital, now."

"Why, are you okay?"

The silence he was met with made Evan realise that this wasn't about Maddie. She would be a bit calmer if she was at the hospital because of an injury or problem with herself. Maddie was always detached whenever it was something wrong with her or she had an issue. When family were concerned, she lost her nerve a little.

Thoughts and rambling circled around in Evan's mind as he tried to deduce the problem. It couldn't be something to do with Jee, or else Maddie would have called Chimney first, not Evan. And she doubted it would be something to do with Rowan, who was at school, or else (Y/n) or the school would have gotten in contact with him.

That only left (Y/n).

"(Y/n)'s water broke, she's gone into labour and- and they can't stop it." The hitch in Maddie's voice showed she was about to cry, but her words broke her little brother completely.

Evan couldn't help the tears that blurred his vision or the way his face dropped like he was suffering from a stroke.

This wasn't right. It wasn't possible. (Y/n) hadn't been well lately, but she hadn't had any signs that she would go into labour. She wasn't even thirty weeks pregnant, if she had the baby now they would be extremely premature, they would all have a big fight on their hands.

They couldn't have their baby now; they got to thirty nine weeks with Rowan and he had been perfectly fine. (Y/n) had no issues and a smooth labour with Rowan, why was this time any different?

"Buck?"

"Text me the ward details, I'm on my way." He wasn't sure how he managed to stop his voice from wavering or crackling like static. But when he heard Maddie murmur her agreement, he ended the call and stuffed his phone into his pocket.

She could send him the details so he knew what part of the hospital he had to get to. He wasn't sticking around here, he was going straight to his wife. She needed him.

His feet felt oddly cold and numb in his boots when he wobbled back towards the table. Everything seemed to blur in front of him, he could see shapes and colours but everything was dotted with spots twinkling in front of his eyes. Each breath started to run away without him and when he wobbled to the left, he suddenly felt Hen reaching out for him.

Her hands grabbed his arm and his lower back, steadying him before he fell into the table or into a heap on the floor.

"Buck, woah, what's going on?" Worry was very much evident in her voice as she pushed up from her seat to stand beside him.

"I have to go."

His voice was raspy and he couldn't look anywhere but down at his empty plate that was spinning in circles before his eyes.

"Your shift isn't over." Gerrard barely looked up from his plate before he went back to hacking away at his spaghetti, eating as if he had been starved for a week. Despite telling Evan earlier that the food was unnaturally spicy and the mince tasted off; anything to irritate him.

Evan could of killed him then and there. Bobby wouldn't have queried it. He would have seen the distress on Evan's face and told him he could go without question. He would of asked what was wrong and tried to help rather than sit there and dictate.

Evan glanced his watering eyes around the team, barely able to suck in a proper breath which caused Hen to place her her hand on his chest to try and prompt him to breathe.

"What's happened?"

"(Y/n)'s having the baby."

Both Chimney and Eddie shared sideways glances with each other. That wasn't good. They all knew (Y/n) was nowhere near full term. Before Bobby left he had marked it on the calendar in his office when (Y/n)'s due date was. He had been getting ready to arrange more staff for that month so Evan could have his time off and Bobby could also take some leave to see his second grandchild.

Eddie ran his hand down his face, silently doing the mental math before he took a shuddering breath and looked over at Hen. (Y/n) was nearly three months early if she was indeed going to have the baby today. None of them wanted to think what the odds were that this would turn out okay.

"Go." The little nudge Hen gave Evan was enough to make him charge into action.

He stumbled away from the table, boots skidding along the floor before he pounded down the stairs, almost toppling over more than once on his way down. He had to go, (Y/n) needed him. He had to call Bobby and tell him what was happening. Wherever Bobby was, whether he had a new assignment or whether he was at the chief's office, he had to know and come down to the hospital.

Evan had to find someone to look after Rowan when he finished school.

"You're no longer acting Captain, Wilson. You don't get to dismiss people from work. He still has to stay on shift or he gets reprimanded-"

"You heard him, his wife's in labour."

The dark look that crossed Hen's eyes matched the way her lips curled up and she clamped one hand down on the back of the chair in front of her. While her other hand moved to hold her hip that cocked out to the side. Did Gerrard not have a heart? What if his spouse had been rushed to hospital, would he not want to be there from the start?

"And she will see him in-" He put his fork down to glance at the watch strapped to his wrist. "Three hours, when he actually finishes."

"She's not even hit thirty weeks yet, that makes the baby extremely premature. He has to go." It took a lot for Eddie to refrain from slamming his hand down on the table to emphasise his point.

Being in labour before thirty-three weeks was classed as very premature, so (Y/n) being below thirty made her extremely high risk for complications and it didn't give the baby the best of odds. How could Evan be expected to stay at work when his wife was in risky labour? How could he be told he had to carry on working?

His mind would clearly and rightfully be elsewhere and if he wasn't concentrating at work someone could get injured. Evan couldn't stay here agonising for three hours that were better spent being with his family.

The team moved over to the balcony just in time to see Evan hooking his bag onto his shoulder before he slipped behind the stairs towards the back door. He was heading out into the car park to get to the jeep. He was in a rush, and none of them blamed him. All their thoughts were drifting away with him, wishing him luck despite the irritation written across Gerrard's face.

No one could expect Evan to stay.

***

"I-I'm sorry-"

"Don't say that." Evan wiped his hand across his eyes, ridding hundreds more tears that didn't seem to want to stop falling from his eyes.

He hated when (Y/n) said that, especially right now. She kept trying to say sorry as if she had done something to provoke labour. She hadn't done anything wrong and Evan wouldn't sit and listen to her plead and say how sorry she felt when she didn't have to. She had nothing to feel bad or guilty about.

He inched the chair closer to the bed and pulled (Y/n)'s hand closer to his face so he could press his lips to her knuckles. He started to run his hand up and down her arm when (Y/n) tightened her grip on his hand and leaned forward on the next contraction.

Every now and then, Evan looked over at the monitor across from him. They were monitoring the baby's heartbeat, to make sure she was okay and that her vitals didn't suddenly drop or fade out. That constant wavy line and the quiet drumming beat kept Evan's own heart going.

"You're doing so good," He murmured against the back of her hand while he ran his fingers up and down her arm in a constant rhythm.

They had been in this position before, but that had been entirely different. They had been prepared for labour, they were ready and excited and had no issues when they had Rowan. Labour had lasted fourty hours with Rowan, this time it was barely more than nine.

Rowan had been fine when he had been born, none of his organs were too small and under-developed. His lungs were prepared to breathe on their own, his stomach had been developed enough to take milk orally. Their baby girl wasn't going to be the same. She wouldn't be able to breathe unaided. She wouldn't be able to feed properly, or regulate her heartbeat or her body temperature. She wasn't going to survive outside an incubator.

Evan turned his head back to look at the midwife when (Y/n)’s hands tightened around his own signalling she was having another contraction. He cringed when (Y/n) started pushing and her scream rebounded through his ears and made a shiver run down his spine.

She pulled Evan's hand up until she could press it against her chest and her eyes followed him as he got up from the chair and perched down on the edge of the bed to be closer to her.

It reminded her of how they'd been when they had Rowan. (Y/n) had constantly been moving around the room right until she was ready to push with Rowan. And they both ended up on the bed, (Y/n) sat between Evan's thighs. They had been happy. They had been excited and content and overwhelmed. They weren't crying in fright, screaming in agony and suffering broken hearts at the prospect of having a poorly, premature baby.

He leaned over, curling his left arm around her waist and he let (Y/n) lean into his chest while his lips attached to the top of her head.

Part of Evan wanted to let go of (Y/n)'s hand and move down to feather his fingers across her stomach instead. She was only six months along, and Evan couldn't get his head around the prospect that her stomach wasn't going to get any bigger than this. They had barely gotten into the phase of feeling the baby move and kick, and now it was all over.

"Okay, the head's born now, well done. Take a breath, and we can get ready for the next contraction."

Part of (Y/n) was desperate to smile when she watched Evan lean over her stomach as soon as the midwife spoke. He kept hold of her hand and his other hand stayed on her waist, but he leaned down to look at their second baby.

They were going to be so much smaller than Rowan.

Evan had a picture from the first time he got to hold Rowan right after his birth. He wanted to do the same again, have a picture of him holding his baby girl for the first time. But if he did, those pictures wouldn't be comparable. His daughter was going to be miniscule, compared to Rowan.

She was going to be tiny, wrinkled, helpless. Evan doubted if she would fit in the palm of his hands.

"That's it, push again (Y/n),"

"You're almost there, sweetheart." Evan nudged his nose against (Y/n)'s and pecked her lips before he moved round a little. He leaned across so (Y/n) could lean her back against his chest a bit more. His arms cocooned around her waist and his fingers stayed oddly still against her stomach.

Evan's mind was going a mile a minute. So many thoughts blundered about in his head. What would he do if this situation didn't go the way they were hoping for? Maddie had gone to get Rowan from school and look after him for the rest of the afternoon, and she said he could stay with her and Chimney tonight.

If their baby didn't make it, how could Evan call her and explain that? How would he tell Bobby and Athena without breaking down? What would he say to Rowan? Their boy was only five, he wasn't going to understand any of this.

Tears tracked down (Y/n)'s face and she felt like she was on fire when she heard the midwife say that the shoulders were born. Then the arms.

It felt like she was being electrocuted and like her legs had been burned off at the thighs when all the weight was suddenly pulled down from her stomach. Their daughter was no longer safe and protected with (Y/n), she were fending for herself now. (Y/n) hadn't protected their daughter like she had done with Rowan. She'd failed her.

Her body slumped back into Evan but she couldn't hear whatever he said, even though she could feel his lips moving against her neck and his voice vibrated against her skin. His arms tightened around her waist in a comforting, broken hug as he held her tightly to his chest and started to sway them side to side.

Her shaking hands moved up to hold onto Evan's forearms that grounded her and kept her calm when she felt like she was about to disappear. She let her head flop back on his shoulder and her wet lips smothered his neck as her nails punctured into his arms.

"Is she okay?" (Y/n) was surprised she managed to speak when her throat was tightening and tears were streaming down her face.

She thought labour was going to feel the same as when she had Rowan the first time around. (Y/n) didn't expect it to be over so swiftly and it broke her heart to know this had been easier because their daughter was significantly smaller than their first baby.

"She's a strong one. Here, you can have a quick cuddle."

Tears began to stream down (Y/n)'s face when the newborn was settled on her chest. She couldn't stop the way she started to cry and struggle for air, even though she wasn't the one who had the breathing problems.

Her trembling hands moved to cradle her daughter who fit perfectly in the palm of her hands. She didn't care about the midwife hovering beside her, making sure the little baby could still breathe and was still wriggling. All (Y/n) cared about was the life resting on her chest and Evan, curled around her like a security blanket. With the tip of his finger delicately but shakily brushing across his daughter's cheek.

(Y/n) all but mewled and tucked her face into Evan's neck when their girl was taken from her chest. That wasn't long at all, but at least she'd gotten to hold her for a few seconds.

"I seem to remember you saying you cut the cord with your first. Would you like to do the honours again?"

The midwife was leaning over the end of the bed and she looked over at Evan with something tender in her eyes. It almost made him wonder if she had been in this position before, if she herself had experienced a premature baby. The look in her eyes made Evan feel like they could relate to her.

When Evan looked down at her, (Y/n) nodded and managed to lean forward enough to let him move from behind her. She would be okay if he let her go, just for a little while.

His took the medical scissors from the midwife and tried to stop himself from shaking. She held the cord up where she had clamped it off and Evan cut it just like he had done with Rowan and a handful of other newborns that he delivered whilst on shift. But this was different. It would always be different with his own children.

As soon as the cord was cut, Evan was left shaking, barely breathing as he leant over the end of the bed. His eyes glued to their initial midwife as she stole the baby from the bed and moved over to the incubator in the corner of the room. Evan knew in a minute or two their daughter would be rushed down to the neonatal unit.

(Y/n) swallowed harshly as she watched the midwife scribble Baby Buckley onto a wrist tag, along with the date and time of their daughter's birth.

They didn't even have a name for her. They thought they had another three months to come up with a name they both agreed on. But now their girl was here and they didn't know what to call her. Baby Buckley was going to have to be sufficient until (Y/n) and Evan had some time to think.

They hadn't been expecting her so early.

***

"Mum," Tears began to flood (Y/n)'s eyes again, causing yet another headache to well up behind her eyes, but she did her best to push them away.

Her arms opened out and she could feel herself trembling when Athena hurried over to her and wrapped her up in a hug. Athena kissed the side of her head and held (Y/n) as tight to her chest as she could, like she was trying imbed her step-daughter into her chest to keep her safe.

"Oh, honey. Are you okay?"

(Y/n) didn't know the answer to that, so she kept hold of Athena until she moved to sit down on the bed beside her. When Athena gently let go of her, (Y/n) leaned back and reached her arms up when her dad leaned over her. His arms secured around her, pulling her into his embrace while he kissed the top of her head.

"Hey sweetheart, we stopped by the neonatal ward on the way up." Bobby cupped the back of (Y/n)'s neck and pecked her temple again as he spoke. He felt his heart exploding in his chest at the hope that bubbled up in her eyes.

"Is she okay?" (Y/n) hadn't been able to get down to see her baby yet, that one little cuddle was all she had. The nurses constantly reassured her that she was okay, but it wasn't enough. And Evan hadn't left her side yet to go and see if she was okay.

He had texted Bobby and Maddie the moment their baby was born and Bobby and Athena came straight over. But Evan had asked if they would stop by and see if they could see and check on the baby first, Evan didn't want to leave (Y/n) alone just yet.

"She's stabilised and settled in an incubator. All set up on a breathing tube," Bobby felt the shiver than ran down (Y/n)'s spine and he hated to see the way her lips wobbled before she started to cry again.

This wasn't how any of them thought their day would turn out. Bobby didn't think he would get a frantic call from Evan just after dinner saying he was rushing down to the hospital. He never thought he would have a premature baby in the family, it was just taken for granted that things had been fine with Rowan and they all expected it to go smoothly with the new baby too.

"We'll take you down to see her soon." Athena rested her hand on (Y/n)'s thigh to try and calm her down.

"Is Rowan okay?" (Y/n) looked between both parents, praying they had heard from Maddie and knew if he was alright. He loved spending weekends with Athena and Bobby or going out with Maddie, but he didn't usually spend the night away from home during the week. He would know something was wrong because he hadn't been told about this sleepover, it was sprung on him.

"He's fine, honey, and we'll take him this weekend so you both can stay here and focus on the little one."

Bobby nodded, about to chip in and agree and try to calm his daughter down, but when he looked up, he frowned. Evan looked panic-stricken. His teeth were pulling at his lower lip, his eyes were hollow and dark and he was looking between Bobby and his phone like he had just received an alert about the end of the world.

When Evan ticked his towards the door and began to tremor his foot against the floor, Bobby nodded. He pecked (Y/n)'s temple again and smiled at Athena before he followed Evan outside into the corridor.

"Buck, everything okay?" Bobby's hands found his hips but he was taken back when Evan looked like he was going to explode. The word 'no' rambled from his lips before he thrust his phone at his former captain before his hands tangled in his hair.

The younger man began to pace up and down, scratching his scalp with how tightly his fingers were knitting into his curls. He could feel his breaths running away without him and tears were welling up in his eyes again, but he didn't know what to do.

For a few moments, Bobby stayed silent as he looked over the text messages that had been sent to him. For starters it was wrong that Gerrard was messaging Buck during a time like this when he knew exactly what was happening. And secondly, what he was saying was utterly horrid.

"Okay… Buck, calm down-"

"Bobby, he's telling me I have to go into work tomorrow. He said if I don't turn up he'll suspend me without pay."

Evan tried not to raise his voice, but he couldn't help it. The first few messages he could ignore. The ones saying he had been wrong to leave shift early and would have to make the time up, Evan could ignore that. But it was the ones that followed and the email that reiterated the same thing which sent his blood boiling.

He was trying to make Evan go to his shift in the morning. He wanted Evan to do a twelve hour shift the day after his premature baby had been born. Who did he think he was? Why did he think he had the right to do that? Why on Earth did he think Evan would agree to this?

"Look at the end of the message!" Evan's voice was seething and he leaned over Bobby's shoulder to hastily scroll to the last tangent message he received from Gerrard.

*… you haven't been authorised any leave and as such, you need to turn up to work as normal tomorrow.

"Work as normal! Is he being serious? This is an emergency- she's not even an hour old yet-"

"Buck, I'll sort it." The commanding tone in Bobby's voice cut off Evan's rambling that was taking away his breath and making his face turn a dark shade of red.

Evan couldn't 'work as normal' when his wife had just had a baby. A baby who was in the intensive care unit and would be there for the foreseeable future. Evan's baby wasn't going to be leaving this hospital for at least six to seven weeks, that was almost two months. Evan would have to split his time between home, hospital and work and he had no idea how that was going to work. Normal was never going to be an option from now on.

But he knew one thing for certain; he was not going in to work tomorrow. He had just had a baby, he was entitled to two weeks leave and Bobby and Athena were entitled to one week of leave for being grandparents. None of them could be forced to work.

He shifted his hands down from his hair to dig his nails into the back of his neck, bending his elbows out at his sides to try and expand his chest and take deeper breaths.

Why couldn't Bobby still be in charge? Why did Gerrard have a vendetta against Evan? What had he done to deserve any of this?

"Alright, now I spoke to Sue over at dispatch, normally they don't give maternity pay or leave until thirty-eight weeks, but because (Y/n)'s already had the baby, they've agreed to start her on leave and full pay from now, as normal. She'll just have to go back to work a bit earlier but we can sort that when the times comes."

Bobby had called Sue the moment Evan called him, someone had to tell her that (Y/n) wasn't going to be back to work for a while.

The policy for maternity leave was that (Y/n) shouldn't get paid any leave until she was thirty-eight weeks pregnant, then she could take her leave and be off work for the agreed period of time. But (Y/n) wasn't on leave because she was ill, she had already had the baby and Sue was understanding as well as sympathetic.

(Y/n)'s maternity leave would start now, which meant that she would be going back to work nine weeks earlier than original, since she was taking it nine weeks early at the start. But that was okay. As long as (Y/n) got paid and her leave was secured, it didn't matter when she went back to work.

"And me?" He almost dreaded to ask. He didn't know what he would do if it turned out that Gerrard was in the right and he had to go back to work tomorrow.

He wouldn't. Evan wouldn't be able to leave (Y/n) or their daughter, but he didn't know how long Gerrard would keep him on suspension if he didn't turn up. And he couldn't afford suspension without pay.

"You're pay is different, as soon as you have a child you get two weeks paid leave from the day of the birth. Just like with Rowan. Gerrard can't take that away from you so I'll have a word with the Chief and make sure it's amended on the rota. It's going to be fine, I'll sort it out."

When Bobby handed him his phone back, Evan shoved it in his pocket and looked up at his father in law. Bobby's hands moved to his shoulders and he started taking deep breaths, coaching Evan to do the same.

There was no need to panic. Now that bobby wasn't in charge of a station, he was around the chief and the department a lot more than before. He would go straight there tomorrow and make sure that Evan was put on paid leave, not suspension. After those two weeks, Bobby would help him work out a system where he could work and visit the hospital.

And all the family would help with looking after Rowan so they didn't have to leave their daughter alone at the hospital. They would all make it work, Gerrard be damned.

"Why's he doing this to me?" Tears began to bubble over in Evan's eyes as his chest tightened. "He t- he tried to stop me being here, he's trying to get me back on shift… Bobby, she might- if she doesn't make it-"

"Hey, don't think like that. She's here, she's being looked after and we're gonna go and check on her in a minute. She's strong, we'll make sure she's okay. As for Gerrard, we can sort that too."

Bobby didn't know why Gerrard was being vindictive against Evan, he didn't know whether it was because Evan had ideas and stood out on shift. Whether it was due to his bold ideas and his methods or his personality or simply because he was Bobby's in law. Whatever it was, it couldn't continue and the team weren't going to let it happen. They would do whatever they could to make things easier for Evan and his family.

Pushing forward, Evan deadlocked his arms around Bobby who gladly reeled him in for a hug.

"I wish you hadn't resigned." There was no malice in Evan's tone, but the raw agony laced into his tone was enough to cut Bobby's heart strings and make him cling to Evan tighter.

He shouldn't have resigned so quickly. He should have taken the time to think about it and choose his options. He should have talked to the chief and made sure there was a suitable replacement rather than leaving and letting Gerrard slip back into the position of Captain. He had unintentionally made things ten times more difficult for his family, and he was utterly destroyed by it.

"Me too."

He couldn't change what had happened, no matter how desperately he wanted to.

And now Evan was stuck bearing the consequences.

#evan buckley x reader #evan buckley #911 imagine #imagine #evan buckley imagine #buck x reader #buck imagine #pregnant! reader #eddie diaz #hen wilson #maddie buckley han #bobby nash

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mellowwillowy · 3 months ago

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𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒: 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠

CW: Pregnancy content (GN Reader), MDNI

Your husband had always been protective of you, providing you with endless needs and wants that you didn't really need even when you were still dating.

You thought he couldn't go any further with his love after you got married to him but it changed when he found out you had been eating for two.

Anxiety and fear, he didn't expect to get you pregnant at all. No, he wasn't scared because he wasn't ready to be a father. He was scared because of you. Could your body manage another life when you were already fighting for your own life? If he were to lose you because of this child, he would never forgive himself or the child itself.

Surveillance everywhere, massages for you every morning and night, a scented room that was tailored to your shifting liking, and food personally cooked to be both nutritious and bearable for you to stomach. He knew you were quite the picky eater so he ensured the chef knew he was walking on an eggshell with his dishes.

Yulian started to come home earlier and worked near you instead of holding himself in his study room. The bed was no longer cold and lonely now that he accompanied you to sleep and his pinene scent comforted you more than the aromatic candles he lit for you.

He expected you to have a moment where you might shut him off away from you. He had read that some found the sight of their husbands unpleasing during pregnancy but it fortunately had never happened.

Instead, you got even clingier to him. If you were a koala then he would be a tree branch you won't stop sleeping or holding on. He would be the leaves you were eating, just like your new silly little craving.

"Wh-what?" Yulian stuttered in confusion as he rubbed your round belly.

You looked flustered but your hands were holding him tight in place, one in his pajama collar and the other on his thigh which was dangerously close to his crotch.

"I feel like... having you in my mouth." Your hand inched closer to his crotch to make your point clear, not a kiss but a blowjob. You were craving for a... blowjob...?

Yulian gagged internally, his heart bled from shock and embarrassment. He didn't find your craving funny as there were always people with absurd cravings but he would be lying if he said he wasn't embarrassed to have your mouth wrapped around his cock.

No matter how hard he looked at it, he didn't think he could get an erection from you giving him head in this state. He'd rather get down and eat you up, to be used rather than using. Nonetheless, Yulian knew there was no way he could reason with you, a pregnant woman who was most unlikely to be unreasonable with their cravings most time and a koala who would not let go of the tree branch once it got comfortable.

"Mmh..." His eyes darted from the side to yours, bracing himself before answering you, "alright then, come here."

He urged you to move away for a moment, positioning the pillows to support your back and head while laying you down on it, "Comfortable? Or do you prefer to stay seated?"

You chose to sit up and he moved the pillow to support you better. Now that all sorts of basic preparation was done, his face was burning from embarrassment again.

Again, he wasn't the type to be pleased but if he had to rationalize it, he's just trying to sate your craving and that equals pleasing you. The logic worked so Yulian pulled down his pant, his cock half-hard from your touch earlier inside his boxer.

Your hands cup it and feel it up and down, the heat it emitted flustered you but that only excites you more as you impatiently pull his boxer down. Unsurprisingly, he was already hard from your touch already so it bounced out happily.

The tip was pleasantly red, begging for attention and so you gave it a light kiss. Again, unsurprisingly, it leaked pre-cum and Yulian's grip on the bed headboard tightened.

You smeared your fingers with his pre-cum and lubed his shaft with it, your mouth immediately stuffs what you could suck and your hand works what you couldn't suck. Yulian hissed under his breath, both of his hands now supported by the bed headboard.

Another reason why he didn't like to be given head was because--

"Hngh-"

You felt him ejaculate right into your throat.

Was because your husband could never last long~

He ejaculated fast but his stamina was inhumane so it never bothered you. But that was when it was inside you, not your mouth. If he was embarrassed earlier, now he was dead drunk in shame yet the itch to have you spoil his cock lingered.

Selfishness? Or natural biological reaction? Either way, you were kind enough to give him another ride when you swallowed it all properly and licked his underside this time. You were teasing him and that was all he needed to unravel above you again.

Never doubt his skill in re-framing people for crimes in court but doubt his sex drive. It might have been the lack of sex bruising his cock to cum so early but it was never surprising for you. Because you had not had your share of craving fulfilled, you keep on mouthing it, sucking and licking it like candy, his cock smelled just as good as you imagined in your horny dazed brain.

He might not be the largest but he sure was long and curvy, poking the inside of your throat which had you gagging. Yulian was concerned obviously, but his train of thought was also cut short by how you forced him to be deeper in you.

This went on for at least three minutes until your jaw grew sore, letting his still hard, leaking cock bounce out of your fucked up face. Tears, drool, snot, and cum all over it which made Yulian twitch ironically. He immediately took the tissues for you to wipe your face with.

You laid down and took a breather while Yulian tended to you, his face dusted in pink. Just before he could walk away to throw the tissues, you held him still by his wrist and blinked at him cutely, a hint to him that you wanted more.

You want him deep in you tonight and since it was proven to be good for you, he wasn't against it at all.

#Yulian the Corruption #LIfE Project #Twintober 2024 #Yandere x Reader #x GN Reader #Yandere Smut #Yandere OC #Yandere Scenarios

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famwhy · 2 years ago

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Not a Morning Person

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

Hobie Brown X F!Reader

Synopsis: Mornings were always difficult with Hobie: he never seemed to want to get up, nor did he ever seem to want to let you to get up either.

Warning: slightly suggestive but mostly fluff.

Note: 'peak' is road slang for 'sad', 'likkle' is 'little', 'ting' is 'thing' (it seems like I need to clarify this but 'peak' can be used as a good thing and a bad thing, it depends on context. In this context, it is used to mean 'sad'.)

You loved your boyfriend—you really did. He had your whole heart in the palm of his hands and you trusted him with it; trusted him not to squeeze too hard on it—not to shatter it into a million broken shards of a love that once was.

And you damn well knew the feeling was mutual—he'd told you so himself, proclaimed it with eyes that were practically shaped into hearts as he gazed at you with that swirling sense of adoration; one that never failed to make you feel special.

But... you'd be lying if you said he couldn't get a little frustrating sometimes. Like now, for instance.

"Hobie, please."

"No." His response was curt, and very much final.

"I need to get up."

"That's peak for you then, innit?"

His snark edged one of your brows up, and you're sure you would've crossed your arms too had he not restricted your movement with his own—much stronger, might you add—limb.

Your lips parted—very much ready to have a go at him for the unwarranted attitude—when, instead of actual words, a light gasp left them; practically inaudible from how soft it was, but that didn't make what happened any less surprising.

His lips had found their way onto your neck, pressing soft, gentle kisses across the exposed area with an occasional—and very intoxicating—nip here and there. The contact flooded your vision with pink and you almost melted right in that very moment.

"Just a likkle longer, love," he muttered into your skin, lips making contact with the surface in a repeated pattern that shot tingles straight down your spine, "can't believe I got so lucky to land a pretty ting like you."

His hand slipped under your shirt; cold arm resting against the warmth of your stomach as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear in hopes of saving himself from a lecture—and you were afraid to admit that it was very much working. You were always such a sucker for sweet moments like this.

Stop it. Stand your ground, Y/N.

"Hobie."

"Hm?" His head tilted up, gaze looking at you with that sense of endearment only you were privy to receiving from him; the twitch of his lips showcasing his lovestruck smile in a show of vulnerability that, once again, only you had the pleasure of seeing on him.

His hues were softened and practically swirling with that domestic love you knew he held for you; the one that would instantly ease all his muscles and have him actively seek you out just to hold you in his arms, to love on you like he always claimed you deserved.

When you didn't respond immediately, his grip on you tightened and he pulled you further into his side; to fit against him like you were meant to be there, like he was incomplete without you—and you, without him.

Ah, you were always so weak to him when he got like this.

"...okay, we can stay like this for a little longer."

His lips tugged up and he grinned at you, lunging straight for your neck to attack you with another fit of gentle, adoring kisses—ones that made you sigh in what you could only describe as contentment, your fingers finding their way to his wicks, running through them with the bitter taste of defeat on your tongue and the casual swell of love in your heart.

Sure, Hobie wasn't much of a morning person but, to be completely honest—

—you weren't much of one either.

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #hobie brown x you #hobie x reader #hobie x you #spider punk #spiderman atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #fluff #hobie brown fluff #female reader #across the spiderverse #x reader

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miss-vanta-likes-to-write · 1 month ago

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I'm not over Price's Widow, so I'm subjecting you all to it as well. Continuation to this right here

"Was he alone?" She asked quietly.

"No, we were with him till the end, ma'am." Kyle says softly as he sits next to her. He's turned fully facing her. He wants to cry himself but knows that won't do her any good.

She closes her eyes, her hand clutching onto his hat. Her tears kept falling silently, and she stopped her gut-wrenching, pain filled screams and cries only twenty minutes ago. Kyle can still hear them echoing in his thoughts. Such a mournful sound, it's going to stay with him more than the echoes of gun fire and bombs. Her hand, the one trying to self soothe by rubbing her stomach, is trembling.

Simon is still as statue. He won't come further into the cozy living room. He blames himself for Captain not coming home, and he doesn't feel like he has a right to be here trying to comfort his friend's widow. It doesn't matter if he's told it's not his fault and it doesn't matter that Mrs. Price insisted he could sit down in the living room with them.

JoJo has taken a liking to Soap, and the kid is completely oblivious to the life changing news that was just dropped. Little baby keeps pulling on his mohawk and babbling nonsensical words. It then dawns on all of them, really, that Mrs. Price is going to be raising Jojo and the new baby by herself. She's going to be alone during her pregnancy and suffering through grief and post-partum, a time when she's most vulnerable by herself.

None of them can have that.

Her voice cracks, "I'm glad you were all with him. I know you three were his boys. He talked about you so much, he loved you all so much. If there's anything you need, please let me know."

And the lump in Kyle's throat feels like it's closing up because of course Mrs. Price is a good woman, a doting wife, and cares for the three men who couldn't get their Captain - her husband - help in time. She's offering to look after his team during their time of grief, too, despite being thrown head first into a reality that was talked about but never thought to be a true possibility. He briefly wonders if John told her he'd be back before she could miss him. He knows the cup cakes on the kitchen counter with the pink and blue sprinkles were supposed to be his welcome home present. Captain John Price was supposed to be surprised with news of another baby. The man was robbed of this reality, and his wife left with just his hat and dog tags and the date that his body would be at the morgue.

"Thank you for stopping by." She moves to get up, but her hand is gently grabbed by Kyle's. "Yes?"

"Would you like us to stay for a while?" He asks. He's hoping she lets them stay, even if she only wants them on the front porch the second she becomes angry that they couldn't bring her husband back safely. He doesn't want to leave her alone with Jojo, alone to grieve by herself. They promised they'd take care of her, that promise is the only thing keeping all three of them steady.

So when Mrs. Price nods her head she looks at all of them. "Stay for as long as you need."

#black!reader #john price #captain john price x reader #john price x y/n #john price x reader #kyle garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #johnny mactavish x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #task force 141 #widow!reader #call of duty fanfic #call of duty x reader #cod fic #call of duty angst

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tomriddleslove · 11 months ago

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What’s left of me?

✩Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Summary: The one where your pursuit for excellence leads you down a path of self destruction, and you’re slowly loosing yourself. You didn’t expect a certain boy in your year would be your saving grace. Alternatively: Mattheo makes you realise you’re more than what you think you are.

A/N: I guess this could very easily be like a prequel to the other mattheo one shot ‘i’m here’. This is definitely a bit self indulgent but we all have our things 😻😻

Warnings: Allusions to overdosing (brief), mentions of not eating.

Songs: Nothings New - Rio Romeo

18 days.

18 days till you would be finished with all of this.

Technically, it would actually be 408 days till you finished school and graduated from this godforsaken place, but 18 more till you finished with exams.

You weren’t sure how many more hours you could spend hunched over indecipherable handwriting, pouring over text till your eyes stung and your back ached. Surrounded by a stack of books and rolls of parchment, you couldn’t even begin to figure out where you ended and the library began. You had taken up a huge table (that could seat at least 4) for the better part of 17 hours, sat on the same chair since 6:00 am.

You stifle a small groan of pain as you roll your wrist, stiff and sore from the hell that was ancient runes.

There are ink splotches all over your skin, and you’re sure the amount of work you were pouring into this stopped being effective nearly 5 hours ago.

Your eyes flicker up and scan over the once-packed library that had slowly dwindled down to a few students, half of whom were in the same boat as you.

To you, being the last person in the library was a huge sign of success. It meant you were more dedicated and more hard-working.

In reality, the truth couldn’t be any further from that, but in your mind, if you weren’t milking yourself over every last piece of work it simply wasn’t being done right.

The hushed murmurs and sounds of parchment being unfurled fade into the background as your quill scratches furiously against the parchment, mind running at a million miles an hour.

You ignore the pang in your stomach as you work; you haven’t eaten today. You didn’t want to get up at any point to get food, for fear of your place being taken.

Now, you didn’t want to get up for another reason. It was well past the library's open hours and Madame Pince was angrily fussing about, bustling around everyone as she got them to leave. A testament to how long you had been there, she didn’t even seem to notice you, and you were worried getting up and walking about would break this sort of invisibility shield you had going on.

Come to think of it, you hadn’t really drunk any water either. You brought your bottle with you but had forgotten to fill it up. It was fine though, the human body could last for 3 days without water - it could wait. Your upcoming exams were far more important.

In Scandinavia, the Elder Futhark remained in use until some time around the eighth century (the time of the Eddas), when drastic changes in the Old Norse language occurred, and corresponding changes in the runic alphabet were made to accommodate the new sounds. However, unlike the Anglo-Saxon Futhorc, the Younger Futhark (as it is now called) reduced the number of runes from 24 to 16, and several runes came to represent multiple sounds. The forms of the runes were also changed and simplified.

Gods, you couldn't take this anymore. You felt sick and exhausted. You ignore the hunger that gnaws at your stomach, rubbing a hand over your face as you contemplate finishing off and going to bed.

But every time you think of stopping a horrible feeling emerges in your stomach, consuming you with anxiety. The weight of impending exams and the fear of not doing well gnawing at your determination. You glance at the clock, realizing it's well past midnight, and the library is now completely empty except for you.

Madame Pince, finally noticing your presence, approaches with a disapproving look. "You know, the library does close at a certain hour. I can't have students staying here all night," she scolds, but her tone softens as she sees the exhaustion in your eyes.

“Sorry. I lost track of time” You mumble, haphazardly cramming your stuff into your bag. You get up, and the room spins for a second. You stumble but manage to catch yourself, holding onto the table as Madam Pince reaches out a hand to help you recover.

“You need to take care of yourself. No exam is worth this much stress,” She says, eyeing you with concern. If only she knew how far that was from the truth. You felt as though you had so little to your name. Performing well, overachieing. That was what you were known for. It was the only thing you felt was yours. Everyone else had character, they were distinctly themselves. They had hobbies, interests, and friendships that defined them. But for you, it was always about excelling academically. Without that, you became nobody. You were no more than the number on your papers, and the reminder weighed down on you like an unrelenting burden.

By some miracle you manage to stumble down the empty halls of the castle into the Slytherin common room, which seemed paradoxically warm considering its grandiose stone structure and dark, moody lighting. You carelessly drop your bag onto a table closest to the fireplace, trudging up to your room as you battle the sleep that threatens to consume you.

It's dark, and your roommates have long gone to bed.

“Lumos” You murmur, hiding the blinding light that emerges from the tip of your wand with the lining of your school robes, dimming it slightly. You grope blindly at your bedside drawer, stopping when you feel the familiar smooth glass bottle, that fits perfectly in your palm. You slip it into the pocket of your robes, slowly shutting the drawer as you make your way back down to the common room. You dismiss the light that shines from your wand, tossing it onto the sofa as you take a seat on the floor, in front of the low table. You read the instructions on the back of the small bottle as if you hadn’t been consuming this religiously for the past month.

Wideye potion User Guidance:

Take no more than one teaspoon every 6 hours. Effects will last for up to 8 hours. Excessive use of this potion may lead to adverse effects, and in rare cases, severe bodily harm. Users are advised not to use the maximum dosage for a consecutive 72 hours.

You’ve read it so many times, you were sure you could recite it by heart. Choosing not to heed any warnings, you pop open the cork and down the whole bottle in one go. The rancid taste of the potion burns, eliciting a shudder down your spine as you swallow down the bile that threatens to emerge. Pocketing the empty glass bottle, you stretch your arms before retrieving your books, ready to continue working.

If you were lucky, the potion might give you a boost of energy for about 3 hours or so. You had been taking it so much you had developed a sort of immunity to it, and the effects were not as potent as they used to be. The sacrifice of your well-being for the sake of productivity had become a routine, a desperate attempt to squeeze every ounce of time and focus out of your exhausted mind and body.

You have attempted to brew a stronger concoction, in the misplaced hopes that increasing the potency would counteract the effect of the immunity. However, the violent cramps and palpitations it had given you very quickly told you that wouldn't work.

You knew it was bad. It was causing irreversible damage to your body, killing you at worst. It simply wasn't sustainable. But you couldn't drag yourself out of that mindset.

Failure. Nobody.

You gritted your teeth and carried on working.

You managed to get through another potions essay, and the time on your watch read 1:00 am.

You could carry on for longer, right?

You zone out for a second, staring off at the orange embers that emerged from the fireplace, shining bright for what seemed like a millisecond before falling to the floor, turning into nothing but ash.

The orange embers flicker, and for a moment, you see yourself in them – a fleeting brightness that threatens to be extinguished. The battle between ambition and self-preservation rages on as you grit your teeth and carry on working, oblivious to the embers slowly falling into nothingness, much like your own fading sense of self.

“Why on earth are you up at this hour doing work?” A voice calls from behind you, and the momentary intrusion shocks you, sending a burst of energy through you as you spin around.

Flopping down onto the sofa next to you, leaning back with his legs lazily outstretched, was none other than Mattheo Riddle. Clad in a plain grey sweatshirt and black jeans, he eyes you with curiosity, smelling distinctively of smoke. He had most likely been out, as he so usually was at this hour. You shrug, turning back to your work.

“Exams. Need to revise” You mumble, voice cracking. You swallow, massaging your dry throat as you grimace, trying to get back to your writing.

“Revise? Merlin, you're the smartest person in our year. You don't need to be revising” Matthep leans forward, plucking a piece of parchment from your pile and examining it with a raised eyebrow.

You snatch it back, a protective instinct kicking in despite the fatigue. You hated that sentiment. Despised it, even. People always assumed your performance came naturally. That you were simply born with the ability to do well. No one seemed to consider what you had to do to get to that point, how you wore yourself down, day in and day out, till you either passed out from exhaustion or pain, neglecting your most basic needs.

"I might be the 'smartest' person, but that doesn't mean I can afford to slack off," you reply, a hint of frustration in your voice. The adrenaline from the sudden interruption starts to ebb away, leaving you feeling even more drained.

Mattheo leans back, momentarily caught off guard by your defensiveness. He had never seen you this on edge. He was so accustomed to seeing you as this familiar presence during the school day his partner for the many lessons that he didn’t have his friends in. The two of you would work together and on rare occasions, hang out with one another in the common room as well. It was a rather unlikely duo, the king of Slytherin and the academic prodigy. Yet, More often than not Mattheo found himself seeking out your presence. He never admitted it outright, but he hugely admired you. Your intelligence, your drive, it all captivated him. There were times when he hoped he could be only half the person you were.

How funny it was, for you felt the very same thing when you saw him. He seemed content. Happy. He was loved by nearly everyone. Popular, with a fun social life. He had everything you wanted without putting in any of the work.

You wanted to be like him. But you weren’t. And if you wanted anything like what he had, you had to work damn hard for it. So that's what you did. With a small sigh, you turn back to your work.

“Hey,” He says gently, his voice softening slightly. "I’m sorry. I say stupid things sometimes.” He apologies, brows furrowed as he looks at your back facing him.

“It's fine. I should be saying sorry. You didn't say anything, I just…. I’m just a bit tired, that's all.” You mumble, apologising as you get up. You stretch, a yawn escaping your lips as you wearily rub your eyes.

“I'm gonna run up to my room and grab some more parchment. I’ll be down in a second,” You say, shrugging off your school robe as you turn to walk away. You ascend the stairs leading to your dorm, tossing your robe onto the sofa next to Mattheo as you do so.

Your robe slides off the sofa and hits the floor, a faint clinking sound echoing through the empty room as you disappear.

Curious, Mattheo looks down at your carelessly discarded robe. He reaches down, picking it up. It weighs heavier than it should be, and Mattheo can't help but feel a twinge of curiosity, He eyes the now empty staircase before reaching into your pocket, fingers brushing against a smooth glass vial.

Not just one, but a few.

Frowning, he turns out your pocket, and four identical glass vials tumble into his lap. Picking one up, his frown only deepens as he reads the label.

“Wideye potion?” He mutters to himself, the confusion on his face morphing into something else as the pieces fit in place.

He had admired you for your intelligence and drive, and now he was confronted with the reality of your struggles. The contrast between your achievements and the seemingly carefree moments he sought with you becomes stark. He berates himself for not having noticed early, for having let you fall down such a destructive path.

Jaw clenched, he gazes at the piles of books you had been working through, rolling the empty vials between his fingers as the sound of your approaching footsteps snaps him out of his thoughts.

You pause in confusion, noticing the scrutinising depression plastered on his face as he looks up at you, rolls of parchment bundled in your hands.

"What's the Wideye potion for?" Mattheo questions, his voice cutting through the silence with an uncomfortable heaviness. He holds up the empty vials as evidence, his gaze piercing through the exhaustion in your eyes.

Caught off guard by the confrontation, you glance down at the vials and then meet Mattheo's eyes. A brief moment of silence hangs in the air, the crackling embers of the fireplace filling the empty silence.

“Research. For uh, potions.” You respond, internally berating yourself for coming up with such a weak excuse.

Mattheo's expression remains stern, a mix of frustration and genuine concern etched on his face.

"Don't bullshit me," he says, his tone direct and uncompromising. "I found these in your pocket, and 'potions research' is a shit excuse. I’m going to ask you again. What’s the wideye potion for?"

You shift uncomfortably, feeling small under his scrutinising gaze You clear your throat, speaking.

"It's just to stay awake, you know? To keep going. I only take it in extreme circumstances" you explain, your voice betraying the exhaustion that has settled in.

Mattheos jaw clenches, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he looks to the side with a sigh, visibly frustrated.

“Extreme? And what would that be, hmm? Because right now I'm looking at four empty bottles, and God knows how many more you’ve thrown away.” He snaps, his expression softening as he looks at you.

You feel a lump forming in your throat as you struggle to find the right words. Why on earth were you close to tears? Why did you feel like crying?

“I-” You start, trailing off as you stare at the floor.

Mattheo cuts through the silence, his tone still stern but laced with concern. "This isn't okay. You're smart, and you know better. You can't keep doing this to yourself. What if something happens? What if you collapse or get seriously sick? It's not worth it."

After a moment, Mattheo's expression softens, and he exhales deeply. "When was the last time you ate?" he asks, the concern evident in his voice.

Shit.

You pause, hesitating before admitting quietly, "Breakfast...yesterday."

Mattheo's features tighten at your admission, his eyes reflecting a mixture of frustration, anger, and genuine worry. He rises from his seat and strides towards you, his footsteps echoing in the otherwise silent room.

"Yesterday? Are you serious?" he says sharply, his voice carrying a weight of both concern and disbelief.

You remain silent, unable to meet his eyes, feeling the shame and vulnerability washing over you.

“Seriously? Fuck, what’s wrong with you? Why would you do that to yourself?” He chastises you, and you snap.

“I have to! You don't fucking get it, do you? I don't have anything else to fall back on.” You start, dropping the parchment onto the table in front of you.

Mattheo's expression shifts from concern to confusion as you lash out. "What are you talking about? You have plenty more than just academics. You're talented, you're smart, and people care about you. Why are you reducing yourself to just grades?"

You scoff, a bitter smile playing on your lips. "Talented? Smart? What does that even mean? It's just a facade, a cover-up for the fact that without these achievements, I'm nothing. I don't have friends; I don't have hobbies or interests. What am I without my grades?"

Mattheo tries to interject, "You're a person with-"

But you cut him off, "No, you don't get it! I'm just a number, a ranking, a test score. Everything I am is tied to how well I perform academically. Do you know what it's like to feel like the only thing you're good at is studying, and even that's slipping away?" You snap anger evident in your tone as you spin around to face him, your weary eyes meeting his.

“It’s the same thing every single day. I wake up, bury myself in books, and push myself to the brink just to feel like I matter. I don't eat, I don't sleep, I don't talk to anyone. I’ve spent my whole life isolating myself and neglecting my most basic needs for this! If I stop now, then what's left of me?”

Tears start to well up in your eyes, and you hate yourself for showing such vulnerability. Mattheo's stern demeanour softens as he watches you unravel.

"I can't stop, Mattheo. I can't afford to. Because if I do, what's left of me?" Your voice trembles.

Mattheo's heart drops at your words, guilt and hurt clawing at his insides. He can’t fathom the idea of you suffering so much, and him being blind to it. How could you not notice how incredible of a person you are beyond all of this? He’d give anything in the world for you to see yourself through his eyes. For you to feel the way he feels when he's with you, even for a second. To know that he’d do anything you asked him to because he cared for you. Not the one who gets outstanding on all their tests.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Mattheo finally speaks, his voice softer, genuine concern written across his face.

You shake your head, a mix of frustration and desperation in your eyes. “Because you wouldn’t understand. No one does. They just see the grades, the perfect student. They don’t see the mess behind it all. And I can’t let them. I can’t let anyone see me like this.”

Mattheo moves closer, his expression shifting. “You’re wrong. I do understand. Maybe not completely, but I want to. You don’t have to face this alone.”

You scoff, wiping away a tear. “Why? What do you care? You have everything, popularity, friends, a life. I’m just the study partner, the smart one. I can’t burden you with this.”

Mattheo remains silent for a second, before he speaks.

“Every other Sunday, you go down to Hogsmesde and buy a hamper of sweets form Honeydukes. You take it to the children’s school and volunteer there for an hour. Everytime you visit, you make their day.” He starts.

"You're not just grades," he says, his voice gentle. "You have quirks that make you who you are. Like the way you absentmindedly tap your foot when you're deep in thought. Or how you always carry a small notebook, and I bet it's filled with more than just class notes. I've seen you doodle in the margins."

He continues, "You have a wicked sense of humor, even if you don't show it to everyone. I've heard you snort-laugh during our study sessions. And don't even get me started on your taste in music.How you call that dastardly jazz music, i’ll never understand, but you can’t resist humming along to the tunes of the Wizarding Wireless Network when you're studying. Your fondness for Chocolate Frogs and your inexplicable aversion to pumpkin juice.”

Mattheo's eyes light up, a small smile tugging at his lips as he recalls more details. "Remember that time in Charms class when you made your quill dance across the room just to see if you could do it? Or when you brewed a prank potion that turned the water in the Prefects' bathroom blue for a week? You have a mischievous side that not many people get to see." He continues, looking down at you sincerely. He remains silent for a second, eyes scanning over your face before he steps back, sighing.

“I don’t know how to do this emotional, sappy bullshit. I don’t do it. But with you, I do. I want to. Other people want to. That’s what you do.” He says, voice quiet.

You remain rooted to your spot, somewhere between disbelief and gratitude as you stare up at Mattheo. How did he know all that? Why did he know all that?

“You noticed?” You speak up, voice alarmingly quiet.

He looks at you as though you’ve just asked him whether the sky is blue.

“Of course i’ve noticed. It’s impossible not to.” He murmurs, and you know he’s being honest.

Tears prick in your eyes again, and it’s as though all that exhaustion and neglect has come crashing back down on you tenfold after Mattheo had called you out. You try blink them away but alas, you simply couldn’t. Before you can even say anything, Mattheo steps forward, pulling you into his chest as he wraps his arms around you in a tight embrace. He holds you tightly, not even entertaining the thought of letting go as your tears soak his sweatshirt, tentatively accepting his embrace. His heart clenches at every tear that falls from your eyes, and he can’t tell if he’s horrified or accepting of the fact that he’d give up everything to relieve you of your burdens, even if only for a day.

He rubs your back soothingly, and you can’t help but let it all out.

It’s rather cathartic, really, because you've held onto this weight for so long, and now, in Mattheo's arms, it feels like a moment of release.

As your tears eventually subside, you pull back, both embarrassed and utterly shattered. You look down, sniffling as you wipe away your tear stained eyes when Mattheo hooks a finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.

People often said that the eyes were a window to the soul. You never really understood that, but in this moment, you felt as though you were gazing into the very depths of Mattheos being.

With a tenderness that betrays the boundaries of ‘just friends’ , he wipes away your tears with his thumb, looking down at you.

“Come on. Let’s get you up to rest, yeah?” He hums, quietly. You nod, having to tear yourself away from his touch.

He leans down to pack away your stuff, not letting you handle a thing as he throws your stuff over his shoulder.

“You can stay in my room, if you’d like. Theodore’s out for the night so I can take his bed.” Mattheo says.

You consider it for a second. You didn’t particularly fancy heading up to your room with Mattheo, for fear of your roommate awakening to see you in such a state. You nod, speaking.

“Yes please.” You say, voice embarrassingly hoarse from having cried so much. You pray Mattheo didn’t notice.

Of course he did. But, he chose not to draw attention to it, instead resolving to run down to the kitchen to get you a cup of tea.

You follow Mattheo into his room, which you were no stranger to. Having projects together meant endless hours of collaborating, and opting to avoid being pestered by your roommate and her friends (who had a rather amusing infatuation with Mattheo), you worked in his room instead.

“Help yourself to some clothes if you’d like. They’re on the right.” He says, carefully draping your school bag and robe onto one of the desks. You thank him, smiling softly as he cleans the mess he had left.

“Go lie down. I’ll be back in a second” He says, turning away as he exits his room. Swiftly walking down to the kitchen, his head is reeling with thoughts of you.

He chose not to confront the feeling gnawing at him in light of your breakdown. He didn’t want to deal with that just yet. In no less than 10 minutes he’s carefully treading up the stairs to the dorms once more, a cup of chamomile tea in one hand and some small crackers in the other.

You hadn’t been eating, nor drinking, and the idea of you neglecting yourself so much sent Mattheo into an uncomfortable state where he found himself riddled with anxiety.

Just friends, right?

He clicks open the door to his room with his elbow, precariously walking over with the tea and crackers in hand as he goes to set them down on his bedside table. His eyes flicker over to you, and a small smile tugs at his lips as he sees you already fast asleep, curled up under the covers. The sight of your slumber brings a warmth to Mattheo's heart. He watches you for a moment, taking in the soft rise and fall of your breath, the delicate features that are usually tense with stress now softened in sleep.

The sight brings him more peace than he wishes to admit, and the looming reality that he had to eventually confront only pressed down on him further.

But for now, he didn’t care.

Because in your peace, he found happiness. And he’s sure he’d never find anything else more beautiful.

Possessed by a wave of sentiment that betrays his usual self, he can’t resist reaching out to tuck a stand of misplaced hair behind your ear. Before he can even comprehend what he’s doing, he leans down and presses a soft , brief kiss to your forehead.

He pulls back and finds himself slightly taken aback by his own actions. The quiet room, filled only with the soft sounds of your sleep, almost seems to amplify the beating of his heart.

Mattheo stands there for a moment, looking at you with a mix of tenderness and confusion. Then, shaking off the unexpected surge of emotions, he retreats to Theodores bed , slipping out of his clothes as he goes to lay down. He had to resist the urge to turn around and catch a glimpse of you once again, and lets out a small sigh as he shuts his eyes.

Mattheo Riddle was not a man of sentiment. He was not soft, and he most certainly did not go out of his way for others.

You had changed that. And he couldn’t figure out whether the prospect was one he was ready to welcome.

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Summary: Y/N and Dean have been together for a while now, but she's not sure if this is going any further. More and more it feels like he only wants one thing from her and Y/N isn't sure if she can continue to give it to him.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 4417

Warnings: 18+ only!!! some smutty smutness (a little rougher in the beginning), a little heartbreak, some angst, fluff and some realizations

A/N: Hello! 😊 So, I had this idea in my head and I really wanted to write it out, but I had to redo it a couple of times until I got it right. Get ready for some feelings. All mistakes are mine!

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"You like this, right?"

Dean murmured roughly into Y/N's ear while he kept pounding her hard into the matress. She was laying underneath him, legs around his hips and taking his rough thrusts with accompanying moans. Yeah, she liked it. Dean knew just how to make her come, how to manhandle her, but she could not answer him. In a way she just wanted it to be over. He kept talking dirty to her and started to grib her throat lightly. With his other hand he took one of her calves and brought her leg up on his shoulder to change the angle, to get even deepr into her heat.

"Oh, I know you like this, sweetheart. Hitting every sensitive spot insight you while I fuck you really hard. Just to keep you on edge." he increased the pressure on her throat a little and started to circle her clit with his thump.

Y/N began to feel a little anxious about the hand on her throat and gripped his wrist with some fear, but that was something that Dean didn't notice while he was chasing his own release. Y/N was sure that he would never hurt her, but that was something knew. Something she actually did not like.

She felt the pressure build in her core and the heat that started to rise up in her body took her mind of the current situation that bothered her. Dean lavished on her nipples with his tounge, intensifying the pressure and in the moment when he let go of her throat, the coil snapped and she came hard on his cock. Screaming his name, Dean's movements began to falter and he too came undone, releasing his sticky seed and filling her to the brim.

The Winchester rolled down of her and layed himself right next to her. Relishing in the feeling of the post sexual bliss, both their breahts came hard while their racing hearts were trying to calm themselfs down again. He closed his eyes and smiled before he turned to the woman next to him, to see how she felt. With one arm drapped over her stomache he gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek, but Y/N didn' react in any way.

"You okay there, sweetheart?" he asked and looked closely at her.

Upon hearing his voice, a smile appeared on her lips and she turned her head to Dean. "Yeah, all good."

To not have to look him into the face much longer she scooded over to him and buried her face in the crook of his neck. Now, laying in his warm embrace and hearing his heartbeat, she felt safe, good. Once this rough side of Dean was gone, she wanted to be as close to him as she could. This is what she wanted to experience more with him and she probably should just talk to him. But she didn't know how. And if she was honest, this was somehow all her fault.

When she met Dean for the first time, she was hooked right away. He had put on a charming smile that reached his beautiful green eyes and right away she felt like a fly who was drawn to the light. Although she couldn't really believe that he was actually attracted to her. She was no model and definitly not perfect, but that didn't seem to bother him at all. And so she had no problem to share her bed with him the first night and it was really beautiful.

A string of dates followed in which they got to know each other better and better and they also kept up their nightly activities underneath the sheets. After a month it felt right and Y/N started to fall for the tall man. Her heart began to yearn for him and she could only hope that he was starting to feel the same way. She felt so comfortable with him, because he seemed to genuinely like her just the way she was. And that led to the situation they now found themselves in.

One night, while they were about to make the bed shake again, she had brought it up that she likes it a little harder sometimes. And Dean, the gentleman that he was, tried to do justice to her wishes. In the beginning they tested it out and at some point they found a grove with eachother. It was fun.

But now, over six months later, this was all there was left. Hard, rough sex. No sweet feelings or romance. And also no emotional intimacy. Even the dates had stopped. They only met at her place or, like right now, here in the bunker at Dean's place.

Y/N knew about his actual job and eventhough she didn't want to get involved with it, it didn't bother her. Dean was saving lives, he was a warior. A frecking hero! And that just made her fall for him even harder. But after all this time, she still didn't know if he was falling in love with her too.

Long after Dean felt asleep, Y/N was still lying awake in bed. There was to much going on in her head. She looked over to Dean and tears began to burn in her eyes. As much as she liked the man next to her, this was not what she wanted. Sometimes he was so secretive and she felt like she didn't even know him. It was as if he didn't want to let her into his heart. As if he didn't want to let her share his feelings.

And so, Y/N knew what she needed to do. She needed to get out of here for a while. Needed to get away from Dean and this entrenched situation. A little distance would probably be the best for now. And with this resolution she stood up. Quietly, to not wake up Dean, she put on her clothes and grabbed her stuff. With one last glance back she decided to write him a little note and a minute later she was out of his bedroom.

On her way out of the bunker she passed by the kitchen. The lights were on and when she looked into the room, she saw Sam sitting on the table, his laptop infront of him and a fresh cup of coffee next to it. He looked up after hearing steps, but smiled as soon as he saw it was Y/N.

"Hey! You still awake?" Y/N asked as soon as Sam noticed her.

"Yeah! Yeah, Cas just called. He is on a case in Michigan and needed some help. So, I try to find him some answers."

Y/N only nodded as she took a few steps into the kitchen and smiled. She admired the cohesion the boys shared. They always helped eachother out if needed. Sam on the other hand noticed her backpack that hung from her right sholder and frowned a litte.

"Are you going somewhere? It's still early in the morning?" the younger Winchester asked and directed his attention fully to her.

"Oh, ehm..." Y/N needed to think fast, 'cause she didn't want to lie to Sam. "... I totally forgot that a good friend of mine invited me to her birthday party tomorrow. And since she lives in Jamestown..."

Upon that realization Sam nodded his head. "... it's a long drive to North Dakota."

"Yup." she agreed.

And it was not even a lie. Her friend Lizzy would celebrate her birthday, but just not for four days. Y/N had already texted her friend to let her know, that she would be there a little earlier and when Lizzy would read the message in a few hours she definitly wouldn't mind it. Since they haven't seen eachother in a long time.

"You know, you could've taken a flight down there too." he suggested and stood up from his place.

"Yeah, but I... actually like to drive. You know? Blasting my music, rolled down windows and the wind blows through my hair..."

"Alright, alright." Sam chuckled. "Dean says the same things, so I get it."

Now it was Y/N who laughed a little. But just the thought of the man who owned her heart, stung to some degree. Maybe she should've just talked to him, instead of running away, but she really didn't know how. The one thing she didn't want, was to mess their relationship up. If this even was a relationship.

"Doesn't Dean at least say goodbye to you?" the tall man questioned, while he looked out into the hallway.

"No!" she blurted out way to fast, what gave her an confused look of Sam. "No, but it's okay. We... have been really busy... you know? So... he needs his beauty sleep."

She said and did some randomly gestures with her hands, so that Sam knew right away what she exactly meant. He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head, getting a little shy.

"Okay, alright. I don't wanna know... that... actually."

They both laughed and inside Y/N were relieved, that he seemed to believe her. Both of them fell silent again and before she could change her mind, Y/N moved forward and hugged Sam goodbye.

"Don't be up to long. Get some sleep, okay?"

Sam hugged her back, the weird feeling in his gut ignoring for now.

"Don't worry, Y/N. I will."

And without looking back again, she made her way down to the garage to get into her car and leave Lebanon behind her.

Dean didn't know what startled him awake, but when he opend his eyes, the sun had just begun to rise over the horizon. He searched his bedside with his hand automatically, but his eyes followed right away. The place where Y/N had slept just some hours ago was already empty. And cold. Only a little note was laying on the pillow, saying that she was gone for a few days. He sat up and noticed right away that her clothes and backpack were gone, too. What was going on?

The older Winchester got out of his bed and went out into the hallway to look for his girlfriend. But he didn't get to far before Sam appeared infront him on his way to his room, yawning his heart out.

"Hey!" he made himself known. "Have you seen Y/N?"

"Oh, hey Dean." answered Sam a little confused and stopped in his tracks when he reached his brother. "She... went out to her friend. Did she... did she not tell you that?"

Dean huffed. "All I got is this little piece of paper." holding the note up to show it to Sam.

"Dean... did something happen between the two of you?"

"What? No!" he blurted out right away, but the look on Sam's face got him a little worried. "Why?"

Sam relaxed his shoulders a little and shook his head in thought. "I don't know... I've met her in the kitchen before she went out and... I had a weird feeling. You know? She... she didn't seem herself... in a way. As if she... was a little on edge?"

"What?" now Dean was confused. "But eveything was fine when we went to sleep."

To that Sam had no idea what else he could say and a weird silence fell between the two men.

"Alright. I'll try calling her. Thanks, Sam."

"Oh, not... not at all."

But Dean didn't hear that anymore. He was already back in his room, grabbing for his phone.

Y/N was finally able to breath. It was a freeing feeling that she had really needed. Lizzy was surprised that she came over so early for her birthday but she didn't complain either. They had know each other for so many years now, that she was happy to get some alone time with her dear friend.

The only times that Y/N felt a little bit guilty was when Dean texted or tried to call her. She was still not ready to take his calls, because she knew that she would give in the second she heared his beautiful voice. She missed him, though. A lot. She missed him so much, that her heart hurt and screamed his name. So that's why she only answerd his messages, eventhough her answers were short and vague. He knew now where exactly she was, but she also asked of him to wait for her to come back. That she just wanted to spent some long needed time with her friends. And he accepted it.

Now, the birthday party was in full swing and banished her bad thoughts. They all laughed, drank a little and just had a really good time. The girls were sitting outside in the backyard of Lizzys house and enjoyed the fairly warm weather. The hours were passing by quickly and for the first time in the last months Y/N felt carefree. But the later the evening got and the more alcohol flowed, the more intimate the conversations became.

Late at night, there were only Lizzy, Y/N and Cathy, another good friend of the girls, left. And Cathy was very expressive, especially about men. She had just told some funny anecdotes about her past relationships and they were all laughing a good amount. But she also talked about her problems with the new man in her life, named Mike. He was older than her and they came from two very different backrounds. But love had still struck them.

"So, it's all good now? With you and Mike?" Lizzy asked.

"Yeah! Yeah, I talked to him. I just had to and he understood it."

Lizzy saw the lightly confused look on Y/N's face and explained. "Cathy had a little problem with their sexlife and she was debating for quite some time if she should say something or not."

'Huh...' Y/N thought. As it seemed she was not the only one who had those problems.

"Our sex was really boring, you know? Like, reeeeaaaally booooring. I mean, I like it slow and intense sometimes, too. It's not a bad thing. But I also really needed the rough sex. You know? When you're just so pent up and you need to release some stress... a good hard pounding can do wonders, right? " Cathy continued speaking and laughed. "And you two know me. I've always been open about what I like and what not. But with Mike... it was difficult, you know?"

"And how did it... go?" Y/N asked.

She didn't know why she asked that, when she didn't even want to talk about it. But maybe this was the right moment. Maybe she should take advantage of this moment and talk to her friends about her problems too.

"Good, actually. Well, I was really nervous in the beginning, 'cause I truly like the guy, you know? But That was also the reason why I wanted to talk to him."

"Yeah..." Y/N agreed, but had to think about her own situation with Dean. Maybe she made this all into a much bigger thing than it acutally was. "...yeah."

But Lizzy noticed the change in her friend right away. She saw the change in her mood and it got her worried a bit. She had asked Y/N about Dean and how their relationship developed, but she didn't fully answer her question.

"Y/N? You okay?"

That question brought back her attention to her friends and she sat herself up a little straighter.

"Yes... I am." she tried to mask it, but Cathy saw right through it.

"Well, THAT sounded convincing..." Cathy turned around and asked silently for an explanation.

"Y/N, girl... you can talk to us." Lizzy tried and then Y/N just felt the urge to talk to her friends what was on her mind.

"Okay, okay, ehm..." now she felt ridicoulous in a way. "Dean and I... it's mostly good, you know? We get along really well and he swepped me of my feet right away..." she smiled, but that faded quickly.

"There is just one thing... and I don't know what to do abut it..." she shook her head and took a sip of her wine, like trying to steal herself. "I get what you're saying, Cathy. About the rough sex and all. I do like that too, but..."

She felt so awkward talking about this, but she also knew that her friends would not judge her or talk her down in any way. And maybe they could give her advice on how to navigate that ship safely into the haven.

"Okay, I'm just gonna say it." with a deep sigh Y/N kept talking. "When I first talked to Dean about the things I like in bed I also told him that I do like it rough sometimes. And with a charming smile he tried to live up to that. We tried different things until we found a grove we both liked, you know?"

Lizzy and Cathy shared a quick look as if they already knew what was coming next over her lips.

"But since then... rough and hard sex is all that's left. It's like... nothing else is existing anymore. We stopped going on dates, we are not talking to eachother anymore like we did in the first few months... all we do when we meet is eat something and then... on into the bedroom."

"Y/N..." Cathy said, but the woman continued talking.

"Don't get me wrong: He is not hurting me or forcing himself on to me or any of that. Not at all. I do like that kind of sex and he knows my body like a violin. But... it feels like it's just sex and nothing more. No romance, no emotional intimacy, no... connection. You know what I mean? And I miss that. I miss the slow, passionate sex. The lingering touches and the soft kisses... we don't have that anymore."

"Do you love him?" Cathy asked after a moment where noone knew what to say and Y/N did not have to think about it.

"Yeah. I do." and that truth hurt.

"Then you should definitly talk to him. Tell him how you feel and that you need more. This is not something you can just... sit out, you know?"

"But... that's the problem. I... I just don't know how. He seems so content and I don't wanna ruin our relationship by causing an maybe unnecessary problem."

"But it's never unnecessary to talk about the way you feel and try to improve your relationship with him. And when Dean loves you too, then he should have no problems with that, right?" Lizzy asked.

Y/N wanted to agree. It made so much sense hearing this from her friends and now she was wondering why she did not just try it. She was even questioning her behavier right know in leaving Dean and not telling him why. Her mind was racing and she felt tears starting to burn her eyes.

"Dean does love you... right?" Lizzy wondered.

But Y/N could not reply right away to her friend. She wiped the tears from her cheek that were now rolling down her face.

"Honestly, I... I don't know..."

After that relevation the other two girls came over and embraced Y/N into a big hug. But none of the three ladies saw the green eyed man that stood in the shadows, looking into the backyard and balling his fists, while he eavesdropped the whole conversation and tried to hold back his own tears.

"You need to talk to him, Y/N."

"I know, Lizzy. I will."

"And if he doesn't understand it, then he is not the right guy for you."

The little goodbye scene kept playing over and over in Y/N's head. She had really awesome friends who tried to help and protect her and in the end, this little hide out was what she had needed. Because one thing became really clear to her and that was that she loved Dean. Her heart was his and she wanted at least fight for it.

But now, sitting in her car in the bunker's garage, nine hours later her nerves were starting to get to her. Maybe Dean was angry with her for leaving him so suddenly. Maybe he didn't wanted to talk to her anymore. Maybe, maybe, maybe...

She took a deep breath and stealed herself before she finally got out. With her bag over her right shoulder Y/N stepped into the war room, but the bunker layed erriely dark and quiet. Putting her bag down she went to look for Dean or Sam, but could not find any of the men right away. Which was weird, because she had told Dean that she would be back this evening. When she went down the hallway to the bedrooms she saw a light after turnig the corner to where the Dean Cave was.

Her heart started to race a little, but when she reached the door and opened it, she didn't know what to say or think. The room was enlightened by a lot of candles. The two armchairs were standing on a wall and a big pull out couch had took in their place. On a sidetable were some brugers, fries, drinks and an apple pie, ready to be eaten. What was happening?

By the sound of Dean clearing his throat Y/N was startled a little, but her eyes found him only seconds later. He was wearing dark Jeans, a black shirt and her favorite brown and grey checkered button down. He smiled, but also he seemed almost a little shy.

"What..." Y/N couldn't quite believe it and was touched at the same time.

"To much?" he asked with a wry grin.

"No! No, I... love it."and she really did, her heart was mealting on the spot. "But... why?"

Dean sighed. "Okay." he came over to her and took her hands in his.

But he did not really know how to start this conversation. In his mind he had time to think about it and in the end he had decided to just wing it, when the moment came. Only now this idea was probably not the best one he ever had.

"I'm so bad at this..." he grumbled to himself, but Y/N had still heared him. "I'm sorry... Y/N."

The woman furrowed her brows a little in confusion. "What?"

"I should've noticed something. I should've realized that... something was not right between us."

"Dean..."

"I know I've been really busy lately with my work. We didn't have a lot of time for us and... god, I should've at least noticed the signs during our sex...."

Now Y/N took a step back and looked at the man infront of her questioningly. "What do you mean?"

Dean's eyes widened. "Crap..." he uttered and scratched his head. "I, ehm... after you'd been gone for four days, I followed you to Jamestown to see you."

"You did?"

"I felt like I had to. You didn't answer my calls and I had the impression that you were pulling away from me. That I was about to lose you. So I wanted to talk to you one last time."

"But..." now she was really confused. "I did not see you. You weren't there..."

"I was... but I didn't get the chance to make myself known. You were sitting outside... with your friends..."

She needed a moment before she realized what he just had said. He was there and had heared everything she was explaning to Lizzy and Cathy. He knew it now. He knew what was going on in her.

"Oh god..." an uncomfortable feeling rose within her and she touched her forehand to collect her thoughts. "I wanted to talk to you, Dean. I really wanted to. But I just didn't know how and I didn't want to..."

"I love you." Dean cut her off. "Y/N... I love you."

His words started to sink in and tears began to build in her eyes.

"I should've told you that way sooner, but... like I said, I'm really not good at this. But that's not a good excuse either. And I don't wanna lose you over something that we can fix without any problems."

He touched her cheek and tried to catch the now falling tears with his thump.

"You are so important to me... and I hope you will never feel like you can't talk to me again.

And to prove his point, he kissed her. A little cautious at first, but Y/N gave in right away and so he could deepen the kiss. It felt so good, she had really missed that, but she was still a little nervous. She layed her arms around his neck and buried her hands in his hair. Dean embraced her into a tight hug and moved from her lips to her neck. She moaned softly and goosebumps rose all over her body.

His hands slowly made their way down to her hips and landed on her bottom. He gentle squeezed and massaged her ass, while she rubbed herself on him. It felt like they were back at the beginning months ago, when they started dating. The lingering touches, the soft moans. As if they had all the time in the world.

Their clothes fell slowly piece by piece to the floor and after Dean brought Y/N down on the couch, the underwear was all that was left. But Dean kept holding her tightly in his arms, kissed her slowly but very passionately. Legs and arms intertwined it felt like they were trying to become one, not just physically but with their minds, too. Like Dean tried to connect their souls with eachother.

When the rest of the fabric fell, Dean kept eye contact while he entered her with slow and deep strokes. He moved with passion and desire as he put his hand under her hip to change the angle, to be even deeper connected to his girl.

"I love you." he said again, after he picked up some speed.

"I love you, too." Y/N answered as she came closer and closer to her climax.

And while they both came undone, her heart was bursting with love for this man, who loved her back just as much.

A/N: I don't know why, but I really loved this. 🥰 I hope you liked it too. And to anyone who came across this, let me know what you think. I'd appreciate it. 😊

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