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supernova41st · 6 months ago

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One small step at a time! 🛸

Tf2 x Juno!reader

A/n: This one’s for all my overwatch babes <33 ik this idea is rlly niche but this was so fun to write I’m so proud of this. Most of these can be interpreted as platonic but read however you’d like, enjoy ✨

Warnings: Scottish people, Drinking, Passing out drunk

Vocab: (p/f) - Parental Figure

Engineer

He has such a father daughter relationship with you

When you first landed on earth he was extremely fascinated by the technology your (p/f) discovered to get to mars, especially your anti-gravity boots

“So these things are just makin’ you float around?”

“Yeah! I’m not really used to earths gravity so my (p/f) sent me off with overboots!.. how do you guys get anything done while stuck on the ground?”

“We just make do with what we can, sugar”

His fav activity with you? Lounging. Doesn’t look like much but his rancho relaxer + you using your jetpack to ‘sit’? Soo cute

You guys would just be chilling in his workshop after doing whatever task it was you were doing <3

“You want a beer, Buttercup?”

“No thank you! I’m not really fond of drinks with alcohol since all we could drink at mars was juice and water”

“shoot, glad I’m not you”

He’s definitely one of the mercs who warmed up to you the fastest, he’s just chill like that.

Medic

Pls don’t tell him your from mars, weird shit is gonna happen

He’s going to treat you like one of his test subjects, at first it starts tame with general check ups but it escalated pretty fast.

When doing his uber surgery on you he decided to explore more things

“..how long was I out, Dr. Ludwig?”

“Oh not long!! Just two.. days”

“What? You said it would only take about 20 minutes!!”

“Vell yes I did say that my Martian friend, however I must say curiosity got the best of me! I simply had to know more about your anatomy”

“Uhm,, ok”

Yeah you’re so scared of him now lol

But of course you two do need to work together to try healing your teammates

He loves it when you heal him, it’s always a pleasant surprise since he never expects to get healed, like ever

“Here! I can help you!!”

“Oo, so vats how it feels..”

Spy

Yeah he doesn’t think your good for the team

Sure it was interesting to meet someone who was born and raised in a completely different planet, however your inexperience with earth was enough for him to neglect you

Once you visited his smoke room to find abundance of books, you being new to earth were excited to see all the knowledge they carried

“Wow! Can I borrow this one? I’d like to learn more about earth and its continents!!”

“Go ahead, I never made use of that thing anyways”

It always catches him off guard how little knowledge you have about earth, especially since your were chosen to go on the mission to earth

Once you randomly found a globe somewhere in the break room and got so fascinated by it

“Earths colors are beautiful, I’d really like to go the that purple one!”

“Y/n, Russia is not purple. And you don’t want to visit there, it is full of trash people.”

“Oh..I see”

He doesn’t guide you to earth like the rest of the mercs, he wants to really straighten your back and push you to your limit

“Would a croissant go well with your meal good sir?”

“Excuse me?”

“You seem like you are from the Western Europeans my (p/f) brought back to mars!! Au revoir madam, please enjoy your tea”

Tbh that moment made his heart melt by just a little bit. Hey, he’s not a monster he can have heartfelt moments.. sometimes

Sniper

You are so fascinated by him, literally just him

For the most part it’s because of his job title ‘assassin’, you’ve never heard of such a job back home.

“Is it true you earn currency to kill specific people?”

“Why of course Sheila, who else would do it?”

“Well, on mars we kinda just let them live even if we don’t like them.. that’s a thing here right??”

You love going on roadtrips with him so he can show you around, just to see get a feel of that New Mexican dirt

You two have a relation where he misses his parents despite always arguing with them, and you miss your (p/f) because you two now live on completely different planets.

On those trips you tend to enjoy chilling in the back of his trailer. You can’t stand spending another second on an uncomfortable leather seat!! So you roam around a lot in what he basically considered his home.

“How was it back there? ‘eard sum ruckus out in the front.”

“Oh right! I am trying to get use to earths gravity so I tried cleaning up here a bit, I hope you don’t mind!!”

He almost cried, you reminded him of his ‘mum’

Whenever you’re curious about any animal you always go to him, we all know Australia a place with weird animals so

“Mr. Mundee, is this spider deadly?”

“I’m not sure, you should probably check in with doc tho. Your face lookin pretty swelled there mate..”

“Oh thank the stars! I was sure this was a lion..”

You passed out from the poison.

It’s good tho, sniper carried you to Medics room like the big brother he is 🧡

Demo-man

YOURE SO SCARED OF HIM

MORE THAN MEDIC

Not only is he obsessed with the drink that you’ve literally never heard of until you arrived in earth, but the way he acts makes it seem like crack

You have so many questions, they almost never get answered because he’s either too drunk or he’ll pass out with medic dragging him out the room

“Is it true that your stomach now declines any normal drinks?”

“Ayouhhh it’s just beerdelicois burp”

“..is he going to be alright?”

“Oh no worries my Martian friend, this happens all the time.. although I can never tell if he’ll live or not”

When on the battlefield he’s always screaming and creaming, sometimes it scares you so much to the point where you ask your fellow teammates to help you

“MR. CONAGHER, I THINK DEMO IS TRYING TO ATTACK ME!!”

“Darlin’, I thinks he’s just tryna get some healing..”

“But why is it yelling.. ☹️”

Now you’re scared of Scottish people, and convinced they probably eat their youth

Soldier

He def plays a father role like engineer, but way less charm and warmth to him

He’s like a dad at a soccer game, he’ll cheer you on but aggressively, to the point where it seems like he’s booing you

In the lobby he’d always do his soldier talk, and it never fails to make you do you best

“NOW, WILL YOU HAND THAT TEAMS ASS AND FEED IT TO HIM, OR AM I GOING TO HAVE TO DRAG YOURS BACK TO MARS TO YOUR MOMMA?”

“No sir!! I’ll feed it to them!”

“THATS RIGHT MAGGOT”

Soldier is always hard on you, sometimes he calls you a ‘space commie’ just for jokes, although his tone definitely sets you off

When you unleashed your orbital ray he started screaming about ‘the commies getting to us’, you had to reassure him several times that it was something you had full control of

Scout

This guy was ecstatic when he found out his new teammate was going to be from space, scout is really into comics (even tho he can’t read) so his imagination went wild when Ms Pauling announced that he’d be fighting alongside what he considered an alien

Once you arrived he was in awe, he thinks you’re the coolest person on the team solely because you’re from another planet.

But he did quickly recognize that you weren’t use to like, anything on earth.

He handed you a cold can of Bonk just for you to look at him confused

“What do I do with this?”

“You drink it?”

“..um I don’t think you’re supposed to drink ‘atomic punch’, that sounds like it hurts 0-0”

He had to teach you how to drink stuff that wasn’t in an aluminum bag, you didn’t take a liking to it but you got used to it

Scout offered you to sleep on the top bunk because he wanted to be nice and all, huge mistake.

The next morning you completely forgot you were on a different planet, so you rolled and fell 9 feet from the bed to the floor.

“Jesus y/n!! what the hell happened?”

“I think I.. fell? Falling feels weird..”

Gets so hype when you two are on the same team, he’s so ready to clock the enemy team with orbital ray

“Scout! My orbital ray is ready!! ^^”

“Whooo! Let’s go then E.T what are we waitin’ for??”

For the most part he’s the one who shows you everything you need to know about earth, baseball is his favorite thing to teach cuz obviously

When you joined him to watch a baseball match you were so excited yet so lost

“What happens if they win? Is this a war?”

“No? Toots it’s just a game”

“Hm, intresting.. then I must try this ‘game’ too!”

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aaliyahhoney · 2 years ago

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Tattoos

Konig x reader

this is long as shit, buckle in baby ;)

Warnings: 18+, fem!reader, fem anatomy, smut, drinking, dom!Konig, Sub!reader, teasing, use of pet names, praise, slight degration(barely though, i’m a slut for praise), oral fem receiving, possession kink, breeding kink, overstimulization, lots of dirty talk, talk of tattoos, size kink, bulge kink, aftercare

a/n: This is my first piece so cut me some slack :’) also the german phrases are from a translation website so please don’t come for me LOL

Storyline: Your best friend has finally come back from a mission and an opportunity comes up to hang out. You two decide to go to your favorite club with a couple of her task force friends. To your surprise things take an unexpected turn when you meet a man named Konig and you two talk alittle and leave each other be after. But as your friend leaves with another guy after , and most of the others did as well, you realize you two are left alone. He asks if you want to stay at his place figuring your friend wouldn’t want to be bothered and you had no ride home due to living a good 2 hours away.. You agree and go, but things start to get out of hand after a couple more drinks.

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Your feet hurt from dancing and you decided it was time to get another drink. You walk to the bartender and ask for a drink over the loud music and feel a light tap on your shoulder that slides it’s way down to your lower back. You turn around and smile, your eyes meeting your best friend whose leaning in to talk to you, while a guy behind her playfully grabs her waist and downs a shot.

“Hey what’s up?”, you shout over the music. Grabbing your drink the bartender sat down next to you and taking a sip, slowly swaying to the music in the dim lit club.

“I’m gonna head out.”, she yelled over the music. She lifted her hands to signal the guy hugging her waist.

“Are you gonna be ok with König?”, she asks. You stop swaying and tilt your head in confusion.

“Just me and König? Where’s everyone else?”, you look over to see König sitting at a two seat table by himself with a drink in his hand, eyeing the both of you. You look back at your friend whose now standing up straight, while the guy she entertains slowly kisses up and down her neck.

“They left because they have to do somethings in the morning.”, she rolled her eyes. You found it kind of rude to just up and leave without saying goodbye to everyone but you pushed it to the side. You nod an shrug.

“ You sure? ‘Cuz I’m probably gonna stay the night as his house”, she signals to the needy guy on her, raising her eyebrows up and down causing you to giggle.

“Yeah! It’s all cool.”, you say looking back over at König.

“Have fun!”, you shout waving at her as she leads the guy out of the club, while waving back at you.

“I’ll call you later!” she mouths and with that, she’s gone.

“Fuck,” you whisper to yourself. The smiling leaving your lips. “How the hell am I supposed to get home?”

Trying to figure out an answer to that question you decide to worry about it later and focus on going over to König. Taking a deep breath you slowly make your way over to him, hips swaying, your dress riding up alittle, and keeping your eyes on him.

Even though you had talked before and considering how respectful he was, the way he watched the crowd of dancers in front of him with a low hanging mask and full body gear on, he looked terrifying. Plus why didn’t he change into something more comfortable?

You wonder if he keeps it on all the time and why. He looked like he was planning an assassination on someone in the crowd . You watched as his head was slightly down and his eyes pierced through the drunken crowd. He looked as if he was ready to kill someone.

Your thoughts raced about how terrifying he looked and what he could do. That was until you got close enough to see his fingers picking at each other and his knees jumping up and down barely.

“Is he nervous?” You ask yourself, a smile slowly forming on your lips.

“How could someone so big be nervous?”, you giggle slightly. If he wanted to he could fuck up anyone here in an instant without even trying. You reach the table and smile as his eyes meet yours.

“Hey!”, you say sitting down on the cold stool. A shiver runs up your back from the sudden chillness, and you look down to adjust your dress. After pulling it down slightly you look back up to meet his eyes. He quickly looks away, his leg bouncing even faster.

“Hey.”, he says lowly, his accent slipping a little, he then clears his throat. It’s clear you caught him off guard a little by the way he seems like he doesn’t know how to react, his hands now in fists on his thigh.

You turn to face him better and scoot to the edge of your seat to hear him better.

“You ok?”, you ask, “You look really nervous.” He raises his eyebrows and sits up better, relaxing his elbow on the table, now acting calmly as if nothing happened.

“Oh, of course, just a bit tired, you know? These boots are killing my feet.”, he says chuckling, looking down at his boots.

You laugh, “I felt that, these heels are killing me. Honestly I’m ready to head home.”, you say, bringing your elbows to rest closely to each other on the cold countertop, holding your head with your hands. Looking down you notice his leg suddenly stop bouncing and you look up at him. He’s not looking at your eyes though. You follow his gaze and notice your breast pressing together making your cleavage 10 times more noticeable, You blush and bring your arms to rest back down on your legs. You look up to notice König staring at you but quickly looking away as your eyes meet his. He clears his throat suddenly.

” Um, well I heard that it was a 2 hour drive from your place, so would you like to stay at mine for the night?”, he pauses , “I have a spare room you could stay in.” He says shyly. You look up and smile.

“That’s really sweet of you König, but I don't want to be a burden.”, you reply, scratching the back of your neck.

“It’s no burden, just helping a friend of a friend,” he chuckles meeting your eyes again, “Plus it’s dangerous getting an uber at this time. I don’t even think they would drive that far either.” he laughs, trying to brighten the mood. You think for a second before answering.

“ Well, ok. I guess. If it doesn’t bother you.”, a giddy smile forming on your face, ”Thank you.”

“ Yeah, of course.”, he says standing up signaling for you too as well. You pull yourself up stepping next to him trying not to slip in your heels.

“ Holy shit,”, you whisper, looking up. He was huge. He definitely looked huge when he sat but god damn, you didn’t expect him to be that large. Your face met the middle of his vest, and looking up he had to be at least almost two feet taller. That’s a big bitch, you thought.

He looked down at you and you heart stopped as he leaned down next to your ear.

“ You ready?”, he said lowly, his accent more prominent. You looked down quickly blushing, feeling yourself get hot. You nodded and started walking towards the exit. You stop suddenly feeling your wrist being pulled softly. You stop and look up to see Konig holding your wrist. His hand completely engulfing it in his grasp. Looking back down his hand was large and veiny, his nails well kept and his fingers soft. You couldn’t help but blush.

You looked up at him and he pointed towards the other exit. You nodded and followed him out the building and to his car getting in. Sinful thoughts circled your mind as you watched out the window, both of you silent. Thank god he only lived 10 minutes away. The car was started to get hotter with every passing moment and you thought you’d die of embarrassment. Praying to god he didn’t notice how much his build flustered you. He then pulled into a small house’s driveway, which was fairly nice with tiny outdoor lamps to light up the cement. The house cute and cozy looking with a modern twist.

“Here we are.” he says, breaking the silence. You nod, avoiding eye contact, trying to calm yourself down.

Both of you exit the car and you follow behind him to the door. As he unlocks the door you can’t help but sneak another look at his hands, blushing. He finally open the door, signaling you in first.

“Thank you,” you say smiling. He nods closing the door behind you both.

You take in your surroundings as you walk in smiling at how nice and well kept it was. The house is small with a nice kitchen that connects into the living room and a couple rooms down a small hallway.

“ This is nice,”, you say admiring the house’s coziness. He looks at you and sets his keys down on the kitchen island next to a small pile of mail.

“ Danke,” , he says nodding. Surprised by the foreign word, you wondered what language it was. Looking to get comfortable you spotted some island stools. You lowered your self onto one fiddling with your fingers.

“So,” you mumble, trying to break the awkwardness. “Where are you from?” you say, titling your head curiously. You watch his eyes flutter as he processes what you asked.

“Well, I’m Austrian if that answers your question,”, he says dryly, undoing the straps of his vest. He slips it off and you freeze at the sight of his build. He has large shoulders and a slim waist, with a muscular build down his arms and chest. Blushing you admire the small glimpse of him through his semi-tight shirt.

Turning around to set his vest on the counter he catches you looking and you avert your eyes quickly to your hands, nodding.

“That’s really cool,” you say, squeezing your thighs together to stop the hotness spreading across your body as you feel his eyes on you. A couple seconds pass of awkward silence and he finally clears his throat.

“Um, would you like a drink?”, he asks grabbing two wine glasses from the cupboard and a wine bottle from his fridge. You look up at him, staring at his muscles as he pours himself one.

You swallow, trying to fix your dry throat, “ Yeah, that would be nice.” waiting a couple seconds for him to finish pouring.

“Thank you,” , you say, gently taking the glass from him as he slides it over the marble top. He nods and lifts his mask slightly, taking a sip of the blood red wine, just enough to see his sharp jawline, making you squeeze your thighs tighter. You take as sip to distract yourself, looking down, swallowing the tart wine. He sets his glass on the counter and looks at your forearm where your tattoo sits.

“I like your tattoo,” , he says before taking another sip.

“Oh, thank you, I actually got it not too long ago,” , you beam, smiling up at him.

He nods again and rest his arms on the countertop, still standing, revealing a small glimpse of what’s under his shirt.

“Do you have anymore?”, he asks. You take a few seconds to process what he said as you can feel the wine mix with the several drinks you had at the club, slowly feeling the kick. Your head feeling a little heavier and your breathing getting deeper.

You smile widely at the question, and sit up suddenly, startling him a bit.

“Mhm!”, you say enthusiastically, You pull up your dress a tad and he looks away, but you continue, showing another small tattoo,

“I have this one! And I have one on my ankle. Oh! And a spine tattoo!”, you slur slightly and beam him a smile.

“Do you have any?”, you ask, taking another sip.

“Nein, I would love to get one though.”. he said chuckling at your excitedness, “ So a spine tattoo, ja?”

You smile and nod.

“ I could show you if you’d like.”, you announce boldly. Heat starting to rush over you again, you looked deep into his eyes watching his reaction. His eyes widened and he turned to take another drink, nervousness creeping throughout him.

“Would you like to see?”, your voice lowers a notch and you begin to talk slower, arching your back slightly to show the curve of your ass. Feeling bolder as the alcohol rushes throughout your body.

He clears his throat, starting to return the energy.

“Sure,”, he says lowly looking you up and down.

You smile and slide off the stool. You slip your heels off and walk to him, standing directly in front of him. His eyes grow wide as he turns to face you leaning his hip on the counter and crossing his arms. You slowly turn around, your back facing him, tilt your head to the side and reach for the zipper of your dress. Taking a deep breath you start to feel hot, questioning why your going through with this.

You unzip your zipper slightly, not able to reach the rest. He stares attentively, watching as you slowly expose your back, your tattoo showing ever so slightly.

“Can you unzip the rest.”, you ask softly, “I can’t reach.”, you say making your voice a pitch higher and softer. He’s taken aback by the request and clears his throat.

“Um, oh, ja.”, He wipes his hands on his pants to stop them from sweating and takes a step towards you. You can feel him behind you, and you grow nervous. He slowly raises his hands and moves your hair out of the way. You let out a deep breath, waiting for him to unzip your dress, while holding the top of it to ensure it doesn’t fall. He takes a long breath and takes the zipper in his hand, admiring the way your shoulders are so tiny compared to his. He swallows before slowly unzipping the rest of your dress. He watches as your back becomes more exposed along with your tattoo, redness moving across his face. His eyes lower and he can’t help but focus on the dip between your back and your ass.

He takes a deep breath, not thinking clearly anymore. Trying to pull his thoughts together he takes another breath.

“I’ve never seen anything like it before, it’s gorgeous,” , his voice becomes deeper and slower, his words becoming hypnotizing.

“Thank you,” , you say in a whisper. His breathing becomes heavy, thoughts racing. You start to feel his fingers lightly graze your tattoo and you freeze.

“Your so pretty,” You hear him say, his voice barely below a whisper. You let out a deep shaky breath. Your on fire, you want him to touch you more. You let out another breath and press your back into his hand more. The corner of his mouth upturns slightly under his mask, enjoying your reaction. He keeps slowly tracing his fingers over the tattoo his eyes look almost transfixed, the feeling overpowering him as if he’s in a trance. His hearts racing and his cheeks are red as he feels himself grow hard. He feels you tense, and a wave of confidence washes over him. He wants more of you, he needs it.

He slowly snakes his hand down to grip your hip softly and leans down.

“Is this ok with you?”, He whispers. You tense more as every thought in your mind vanishes. You turn you head to look up at him, now eye level. You try and find any rational thought to stop yourself, but you can’t. Looking up at him you nod, your breaths getting heavier. He pulls off the helmet part of his mask, placing it on the counter, never looking away from you. Shaggy brunette hair is revealed slightly through the hole at the top of his mask, his eyes glare into yours as you admire him.

“Can I kiss you?”, he asks quietly. The anticipation killing him.

You nod eagerly starting to lift up the hem of his mask. He pulls off the rest of his mask, and your breath is caught in your throat. He’s extremely handsome, with a sharp angled nose and plump lips, his blue eyes with thick eyelashes staring into yours. You crash your lips into his harshly, holding back a moan. He grips your hips and pulls you in tighter, hungrily kissing you back. You give in and moan into the kiss as he bites your lip softly, your hands flying into his hair and pulling him closer, your kisses growing more intense. He lets out a low moan and slips his hands under you and picks you up.

“Fuck,” , he moans and turns to set you on the counter. He crashes into your lips again, gripping your hips and grinding into you. You let out an airy moan into the kiss, letting your dress fall revealing your breast. He looks down, eyes widening. He pulls his lips away, picking you up and taking you to what you assume is the bedroom. He gives the door a slight kick to close it after entering.

He struggles to kick off his boots while holding you, making you giggle at how desperate he is. He finally gets them off and sets you on the bed softly and pushes you to lay on your back. Trailing down he starts to kiss and bite your neck, letting his hand glide up your inner thigh. You arch your back, digging the back of your head into the pillow, pressing yourself onto his hand, your panties soaked. He rests on his hand beside your head and sits up, smiling at your reaction. He dives back into your neck trailing lower and lower until he reaches your breast.

He flicks your nipple with his tongue and gives it a soft bite making you whimper. His hand glides up to your panties and feels how wet you are through them. He moans softly, tracing his fingers up and down your clothed slit causing another moan to slip from your mouth.

He chuckles, “Mhmm,” he moans biting his lip and smiling at your reaction.

“Mmm, does that feel good?”, he purrs in a low, raspy tone, slowly circling your clit with his index finger. You nod eagerly, and let out another moan lightly gripping the bedsheets. He shakes his head, signaling that that wasn’t the answer he was looking for. He chuckles giving your stomach a light kiss, smiling at your adorable moans.

“Use you words.”, he purrs, biting your nipple softly.

You gasp quietly, “Fuck,” , you moan grinding on his hand, “ It feels so good.”

“There we go, good girl.” he smiles giddily at your response continuing to tease through your panties.

“Please don’t stop,” , you whine, pressing yourself down onto him even more.

“I wont pretty girl, I promise,” he moans, slowly kissing down your stomach to your thighs, you shiver and moan in response, making him moan as well. He fully pulls off your dress and moans at the sight of you.

“So pretty,” he mumbles,” You’re so fucking pretty.”

You blush at his words and your breath hitches as you feel him blow on your clothed heat, moaning softly.

“König please,”, you whine, “ No more teasing.” You furrow your eyebrows throwing your head back at the slight stimulation. He mocks your moan, chuckling.

“Hmm, yeah baby?” He kisses you through your panties.

“How bad do you want it, liebling? Hmm? Tell me.” You moan at the pet names, blushing and covering your face with your hands. He shakes his head chuckling, moving back up to see your face, circling your clit once more with his index finger, getting another moan out of you. He grabs your hands and moves them out of the way to see your face.

“Don’t hide angel ,” he says teasingly, “Look me in the eyes and tell me how bad you want it. How bad do you want me to touch you?” he coos.

You nervously look him in the eyes, moaning as the pace of his fingers speeds up, “So bad König, please.”

“Yeah? Is that so?” You nod eagerly at his words. “ Alright, liebling,” he says moving down and putting his arms under your legs. He pulls you towards him at the edge of the bed. You gasp as he takes off your panties and takes a long drag of his tongue along your wet slit. He moans, inserting his finger into your wetness.

” Fuck, you’re so wet for me, does it feel good?”, nodding you moan loudly as his finger curls inside of you. His jaw drops slightly in awe of your reaction, watching you intensely through seductive eyes.

“God your driving me crazy”, He pulls you down harshly and instantly starts licking and sucking your clit as his finger curls rapidly inside you. You moan loudly and can feel yourself getting closer as he continues.

“Fuck Konig!”, You arch you back and drop your hands into his hair pulling at it making him moan, “I’m so close!” You feel yourself about to cum and your hands grip the bedsheets.

“There you go baby, come for me.”, He rubs your clit in circles with his thumb and he fingers you, harshly biting the inside of your thigh causing you to let out a sob at the pain. You arch your back and moan loudly as he drives you to cum, your legs shaking.

“Mmmm, good girl, good fucking girl,” he moans, kissing back up your stomach. He suddenly stands up watching you through hooded eyes. He quickly takes off his shirt and undoes his belt, taking off his pants and boxers to show his erection. He leans down grabbing your legs and pulls you closer to the edge of the bed to pick you up. He turns around sitting on the edge with you straddling him.

“Come on schatz, it’s your turn to please me.” , He says looking down at you teasingly. You look down at how big he is and look back up at him with a face of disbelief.

“König...there is no way that’s fitting inside me.” You laugh nervously.He chuckles and lifts your hips, making you gasp.

“Too bad.” He says lining himself up to your entrance, “Your going to take it anyway.” He lowers you onto him making you gasp and moan loudly as he fills you completely, stretching you out.

He curses, digging his head into your shoulder.

“F-fuck, you’re so tight.” He says, his eyes fluttering and breath hitching, letting out a whimper. He moans into your shoulder loudly as you near taking him whole. You moan, head thrown back as your eyes grow teary. You let out a sob as you feel him finally stop, his tip pushing harshly at your cervix. His breathing is shallow and you both sit for 10 seconds before you’re both ready to move. He looks down to see a bulge from your lower stomach. He smiles and flips the both of you. Your back now against the bed.

“Ready?”, he asks. You nod and hug his shoulders to prepare yourself. He slowly moves out of you, watching the bulge follow his movements, he smiles even wider.

“Just tell me if I’m being too rough, ok?” You nod, feeling light headed already. He takes a second to adjust his hips, and slams into you making you lose your breath. He groans loudly surprised at his own actions. He continues thrusting into you cursing at how good you feel. You moan so loud that you might as well be screaming, as he pounds into you leaving marks all over your neck and chest, moaning how good you feel around him.

He whimpers, digging his head into your shoulder as his thrusts become harder hitting the same spot over and over making your head reel. You dig your nails into his back, your head light. You look up at him his breath ragged as he thrusts into you and his hair covering his face. He stares at the way your body meets his, his jaw slack in awe, as his eyes roll back ever so often. He averts his gaze to you watching your expressions. Your lips touch softly as you moan into his mouth, the pain mixing with the pleasure as he pounds into you. He smiles into your lips before bringing you into a harsh kiss sucking and biting making it hard to keep up with as you moan in between. He pulls back watching as your eyes roll, smiling and digging his head into your shoulder watching as he disappears in and out of you. His breathing becoming more and more labored as his thrusts begin to get sloppier. He lets out a soft groan his pace quickening as he chases his high.

“ Scheiße ,” , he whines, over and over as he bites into your shoulder making you moan more. “Ich bin so nah dran,” his voice grows more airy as he fucks harder into you.

“ Ich brauche mehr von dir, Liebling,” he whines. He then sits up and flips you over onto your hands and knees, grabbing your hips and thrusting even harder with his head thrown back. “So eng, so, so eng,” he moans, taking another look at your tattoo and leaving harsh kisses up and down it, occasionally biting.

“König, please,” you breath in between your moans, “I can’t take it much longer, it’s too much,” you whine, arching your back, and digging your nails into the bedsheets. Your legs were beginning to shake as you felt your high coming. You allow your chest to fall onto the bed, your back arching even more. You moved your hips to meet his with every thrust chasing your high and causing him to let out a groan slowing down every so often to grind into you before going back to quick thrusts.

“Nur ein bisschen mehr Baby,” he moans, “So eng,” he whimpers.

Your eyes screw shut as you can feel the knot in your stomach coming undone, slightly going light headed. König’s thrusts getting sloppier and heavier, he dips his head into your back moaning. You arch your back even more pushing into him causing him to buck into you harder. He dips his hand between your thighs and rubs your clit sending intense shivers down your body and your legs feel like they’re gonna give out.

“That’s it”, he says softly between moans, “ I want you to cum with me.”

You moan, his words sending shivers once again down your body, it was so hard to imagine that this was the same man that was so anxious before. The same man that could barely hold eye contact with you earlier was making you scream his name. Making your mascara run down your face, making you teary-eyed from all the pleasure he was giving you. You let out a whimper as you could feel yourself on the edge.

“ Scheiße,,,you’re mine,” he whispers in your ear between ragged breaths about to come undone, “All fucking mine. You got that? Only I can make you feel this good, only me,”, his thrust slow and become harder. “Only fucking me.”

You nod eagerly, seconds away from cumming. He took the hint and rubbed your clit faster, sending goosebumps all over your body from the stimulation. You let out a loud whine pushing your hips harder into his moaning loudly. Your eyes roll in the back of your head, mouth wide as your legs shake and your ears start ringing. Your cunt tightens around him painfully drawing out a straggled moan from him his thrust faltering slightly, pushing him over the edge.

“Fuck,” he moans pushing his head into your back, squeezing his eyes shut. He presses harshly into you his seed filling you. Both of you moan from the pleasure of him filling you up. He thrust a couple more times, making sure you were fully filled with his cum. Breathing heavy he kisses your back softly where he had bitten you.

“All fucking mine,”, he says softly, in between kisses. He turns you around, admiring the mess he created, smiling softly while tracing your puffy lips with his thumb before giving you a soft kiss. He trails down and softly leaves kisses along your collar bone and makes his way to your mouth again, kissing you softly.

“ You did so good for me, leibling. Such a good girl,” he purrs, laying next to you. You turn to face him and he chuckles at the mess of mascara running down your face. He licks his finger and helps clean the smudges.

“ Such a pretty girl,” he says kissing you softly once again. You feel your heart flutter and you look into his eyes, smiling softly. He pulls you into him by your waist and you cuddle into him tiredly.

“Shower?” He asks. You shake your head too tired to move. He chuckles making a mental note to shower in the morning and wash the sheets. He watches as your eyes flutter shut. Admiring your beauty as he runs circles in your waist pulling you closer into him softly.

Leaving a soft kiss on your forehead he sighs, ”We need to do this more often from now on.”, he says relaxing his tensed muscles, you giggle at the comment and nod.

“Sweet dreams.”

“Goodnight schatz.”

a/n: kicking my feet and giggling while rereading this hehehehehe

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yowyowyaoi · 1 year ago

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Kisame’s Daily Texts from the Akatsuki

From Deidara

Me and Tobi found a big muddy hole full of earthworms, let’s go fishing! 😁

We finished it last night, sorry

I was just teasing him!

Exploding or boring?

Not a tea person but thanks anyway

LMAOOO he probably pissed himself 🤣

Pls tell Itachi I’m not gonna hurt her I just want to pet her for a while!

Leader said he’ll kill us if we do it again so no probably not 😓

You gotta use the conditioner too or else it won’t be effective

I’ll ask him but he don’t really like places like that. Says they’re too happy 🙄

From Hidan

If you have two does that mean one sleeps while the other fucks or ?

No offense but it’s literally so boring I can’t sit still that long

I would say he’s giving you blue balls but.

Can’t imagine giving a shit but 🤷‍♂️

Tried that once. Got the mask halfway off and suddenly felt like I was drowning. Never again.

Old bastard said no 😑

You need to watch him he takes like two bites and pushes the plate away

How? Half of us are gay half are insane and some are both 🤣

One dick, two dicks, your dicks, BLUE dicks! Lol get it??

From Sasori

Thanks but water erodes my “skin”.

I’m done reading it, you can borrow if you like.

Please make sure he puts on sunscreen he’s too stubborn to listen to me.

Don’t really remember all that well but I believe it was ice cream.

He has to *want* treatment and so far he’s turned down every offer Kakuzu or myself has made.

They make for more appealing puppets if they have some unique physical characteristic while they’re still living.

I’ll probably marry him some day but first he has to work on not blowing himself to bits.

Oh of course. You know you don’t need to ask.

From Kakuzu

Hey I almost beat you and I’m 60+ years your senior.

Just this once … no charge. Worth it to see him freak out like that.

I’m not very well-versed in animal anatomy but I can take a look and try my best.

EVERYBODY pays. Itachi too.

Fits nice. My thanks.

This place is falling apart, if it’s not one thing it’s another.

It’s annoying but I don’t see any serious long-term effects.

From Konan

That’s so sweet, thank you ☺️

Write down the exact kind for me, I’ll pick it up the next time I go to the market.

He’s a sweetheart isn’t he? 🥰

I’ll take your word for it, but ducks are so cute I don’t think I could eat one.

Come to my room I have some eye drops that’ll help him.

If I let that happen no work would ever be done and they’d likely kill each other.

So many miles, with these heels it’s hard on my feet.

If you want it that rare then there’s really no point to me cooking it at all 😒

At this point the yelling has become background music.

Me on one shoulder and Itachi on the other. You big show-off 😁

From Tobi/Obito

You only beat me because Deidara distracted me!

Forty cookies isn’t even that many. Plus Itachi ate two more.

Kakuzu said to earn the money myself so I stole one of his bounties 🤷🏻‍♂️

Itches. A LOT.

Can’t stand tea but if you have any hot chocolate, yeah.

You should hang out with Zetsu more often then. Like one never-ending picnic.

He really wants to go but I don’t have a pole. You have a spare?

Yeah but he might let us get a fish-tank if YOU said you needed it, like for health or something

Sushi? Isn’t that cannibalism?!

Fuck him AND his perfect ass. Literally and figuratively.

Don’t give me that “kid” shit, we’re like the same age!

From Zetsu

You want to split that guy’s leg with me? He was very fat, lots of good meat 😋

He’s a good man but doesn’t his dubious emotional state concern you?

It’s a lot like hearing two voices at once. Constantly.

It’s no fun if they don’t scream a bit first. You know this.

I did the scouting; that lake about five miles up the road is both deep and fairly clean.

Let’s hide under his bed and scare him. I bet money we can get him to soil himself while crying for that damn Jashin 🤣

From Nagato

I thank you for the tea. It helped me to sleep.

Well, keep an eye on him.

The pain is worse when I stand but Sasori is working on prosthetics for me that may solve the problem.

As long as you return in time for your next mission.

Get that looked at as soon as possible. We can’t afford to have you out of commission.

I do, but she deserves so much better than myself.

I’ll speak to Kakuzu about getting you a new one.

If you two are going to do that, please keep it away from our hideouts. It disturbs Konan to hear the screaming.

From Itachi

I ate this morning. Promise.

That wasn’t Hidan’s fault, I’d forgotten to take my pill so my reflexes were slow.

Just consider it. Uchiha Kisame. Say it out loud. It’s beautiful 😌

Can you check if I left that shirt in your room?

Dei and I went there last night. The manager banned us for life because Dei set off a C3 in the men’s room. 😑

Fine. You buy the skirt I’ll “model” it for you.

Sad. Come stay with me please.

You worry too much.

That picture is for YOUR EYES ONLY.

Aww what do you mean? Kitty loves you she’s not trying to eat you!

It’s one that Konan gave me. It’s really good you’d probably like it too.

Tea?

I didn’t *fall* in, he *pushed* me. Big difference.

Mom taught me when I was younger. I can teach you too if you want.

You’re mine too. Always ❤️

#the akatsuki #texting #kisaita #kisame x itachi #kisame hoshigaki #itachi uchiha #tobi #obito uchiha #hidan #sasori #deidara #kakuzu #zetsu #konan #nagato #Akatsuki Daily Texts Series

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benedictsbelle · 3 months ago

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Grey’s Anatomy Smut | Read as you please | Mature content | 🤍⚠️

• Originally posted on ao3 @// jakeslittlemira aka me, myself and I.

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Enjoy!!

The thunder outside was rumbling loud, with flashes of lightning here and there. The hospital lights flickered above you as you continued to walk around when your pager went off…

Looking down you read ‘code black.’ All it does is remind you of your intern year when there was a bomb threat. As you hear someone say that the floor is being locked down until you can be moved to safety.

As you took a deep breath and looked around.

“A thunderstorm and bomb threat in on night, lights flickering and everything.. this should be interesting. How much more do we go through.” You muttered under your breath and walked into an empty on call room and sat on the sofa and sighed.

But the thing was, the on call room wasn’t empty, the one person that you liked was laying on a top bunk as he looked over at you.

“Not sure what to do right now?” Mark asked as you jumped slightly as the lightning flashed through the window illuminating your features. As he got down and sat on the bottom bunk.

As you swallowed hard, he was known for being called McSteamy because you and your intern group nicknamed him that. He was known for casual flings with others, or being the person that Addison cheated on with, when married to the other Mc brother McDreamy or Derek.

“No, I just got on shift, and the storm is insane. The bomb threat now, and all I can think about if hoping my friend doesn’t shove her hand in another body with a bomb inside.” You responded as you looked away taking deep breaths to stop yourself from heating up.

“Yeah, I can understand that. I have nothing so now I’m just locked away in a room with a pretty girl, waiting till we can be safely evacuated.” Mark said with his charming smile.

“Yeah..” You responded as you took a breath and looked away… as I heard footsteps coming over to me as I sat on the sofa.

“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t need to be worried..” Mark said sitting down on the sofa beside you, moving strands of your hair away from your eyes.

As he put his hand on your chin and made you look at him…

“I know you’re worried about your friends, but there is nothing for us to do until we can be evacuated safely. That’s why the floor is on lockdown. And they’re on the North East side of the hospital on the first floor. It could be hours.” Mark said as he looked at you with a caring look and a twinkle in his eyes.

Your heart was beating quickly as you were looking at him as he spoke before nodding. It was coming harder to keep your cool.

“Yeah I know..” You whispered softly as you took a deep breath. Looking at him softly as you waited a bit.

“We could you know.. kill some time if you want too.. just you and I..” Mark said looking at you with that simple sparkle as he leaned in closer to you..

“S-sure..” You said stuttering as you looked into his blue eyes as his hand moved from your chin to your cheek as he pulled you closer.

“You’re so beautiful compared to everyone else, my eyes have finally laid on you and now I don’t want to let you go..” Mark whispered softly before he moved his arm to your waist and pulled you closer.

His cologne filling your nostrils as his lips parted before leaning in and kissing your beautiful self. Passionately kissing you as you kissed him back.

Your hands moving to his cheeks as you cup them softly, his beard in your hands. As you both softly kissed each other with a beautiful passion.

As he slowly moved you into his lap as he doesn’t break the kiss, his hands roaming over your beautiful body. His hands starting at the back of your head with his hands entangled in your beautiful silky soft hair. His hands on the back of your neck, as they slowly moved to your shoulder blades, squeezing you close to him.

Your bodies touching each other through your scrubs, while his hands moved down from your shoulder blades, to your hips, his thumbs slowly moving in circles on your back, digging in like a massage.

Having to break the kiss from his good it felt to sit in his lap while he massaged your hips, letting a soft moan escape your beautiful lips he enjoyed kissing so much already.

“That feels so good right baby girl? Feeling how loose you are becoming under my soft hands..” Mark whispered softly as he continued to slowly massage your lower back.

Having to rest your head on his shoulder as he continued to massage your lower back and moved his hands up your back. Massaging every little knot he found as he listened to the soft heavy breaths and small moans of pleasure just from his massage.

As you moved your hands around behind his neck and moved one hand through his soft hair. As you placed very tiny soft kisses on his neck.

“Is that what I get for massaging your back?” Mark asked as you sat up and looked at him softly..

“Rewards for your kindness is always given..” You whispered back.

“Lock the door..” Mark whispered back as he smiled as he looked at you into your eyes.

As you smiled softly as you stood up and walked over to the door and locked it as he got up and pushed you against the locked door. The lightning flashing as the thunder roared. The lights flickering in the on call room as Mark leans down kissing your neck as he holds you against to door.

His hands are moving over your body as he holds you tight to him but has his body holding you against the door behind you. Marks kisses on your neck begin to intensify as he slowly starts to nibble on either side of your neck. His hands exploring your perfect curves, as he find his hands on your behind pulling you in.

As his hand roams down to your arm, to your wrist and to your hand before holding your hand, bringing it above your head softly. As he reached down and moved his other hand over your behind and to your thigh and bringing your leg up to his waist.

Your breath was heavy and fast as your chest was rising and falling quickly as he continued to softly nibble onto your neck.

Before he let go of your hand and moving his other hand to your leg, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist and holding you against the door before finding your lips again.

Pressing his lips back into yours as you made out desirably and passionately, while he used his body to hold you against the door. His hand holding onto your neck softly as the other moved to your legs to remove your shoes.

The sound of thunder filling the room but not being a bother anymore, the only sound was your shoes falling to the floor. No more worrying of a bomb threat and the thunderstorm. Just both of you in the moment.

As he then let you down without breaking the kisses and slowly began to move your blue scrub top, as it moved up over your arms before he removed his.

“Your sure about this?” Mark asked softly as he looked at you with his hand softly on your cheek.

“Yes..” You responded confidently as you looked at him softly before he softly kissed you again before removing your second shirt to stay warm.. his hands roaming your bear skin now around your back. As he went back to kissing your neck and throat.

Leaving soft small kisses down to your collarbones as you ran your hands through his soft hair with one on his cheek.

Moving down to your breasts, as he slowly held you as he kissed your breast softly and wrapped his strong arm around you.

“God you’re beautiful.” Mark whispered as he used his tongue to lick you between your breasts. Using his left hand to squeeze your left breast causing you to whimper softly as he kissed you on the other breast. Sucking softly, enough to leave hickeys forming on your right breast.

His right arm around you strongly holding you against him as you felt his skin against yours. He was gorgeous shirtless and it was turning you on more and more.

As his hand moved over your bra and slowly unclipped it with just a couple fingers. Before he slowly used his hands to slide the straps over your shoulders and down your arms. Before it fell to the floor.

“So beautiful baby girl..” Mark whispered before leaning down and kissing your breasts and sucking on your nipples, squeezing your breasts in his big hands.

Before moving down to kiss your ribs and belly as he looked up at you leaving soft passionate kisses on your belly, moving lower and lower before untying your scrub pants.

As he untied them and let them fall down before you moved your feet out of them as he kneeled down slowly. Kissing your belly, as you stood there just in your underwear and socks.

As Mark began to slowly kiss your lower belly, moving to your inner thighs as you watched him while running your hands through his beautiful hair.

“You’re so beautiful..” Mark whispered again as he then picked you up and carried you before placing you on the top bunk of the bunk beds in the on call room. Lighting flashing and thunder banging.

You were slightly confused to why he set you on the top bunk a little nervous of his idea as you felt him kissing your belly gently. His hands on your hips before he slowly took his shoes and socks off and then your socks.

As he looked up at you softly before kissing your hands softly and gently before moving close to you and moved your behind slightly off the top bunk. Before removing your underwear and throwing it to the mixed pile of clothes.

As he looked at you before kissing your inner thighs. While he moved your legs apart then put your legs over his shoulders.

“So beautiful..” Mark whispered softly. Before kissing you on your inner thighs and then to your most sensitive skin just outside before slowly sucking on your clit.

Making you moan out in pleasure as he continued to suck on your clit, making you breath heavily, laying back on the top bunk and he held you slightly off of it.

As Mark then took two of his fingers with his other hand over your belly holding your hand. His two fingers moving between the flaps of your perfect pussy.

As he then took both those fingers and gently inserted them as far as he could into your beautiful self and moving his fingers to create more pleasure and he continued to suck and kiss your clit.

Your moans and whimpers filled his ears beside the sound of thunder and flashes of lightning.

“Ooh Mark.. Mark.. M-Mark.. god..” You moaned out and whimpered a little, breathing heavily as you titled your head back.

As he squeezed your hand while he continued to use his two fingers before inserting a third as it felt like your world was spinning.

“Oh geez… geezus.. Mark.. oh god..” You whimpered out as your breathing intensely quickened like you’d faint.. it was living up to what people said.

Your thighs moving to the pleasure and contracting muscles as you tried to not crush his head.

“M..m..m Mark.. I.. I…” You whimpered out trying to tell him, but it was too fast when your orgasm hit you like a brick and your legs shook and your body shook, clamping down on his fingers as you moaned out…

“Good girl..” Mark whispered to you before he pulled his three fingers out of your pussy and then picked you up from off the top bunk and placed you on the bottom bunk.

As Mark sat on the bottom bunk next to you as he laid you down and covered you with the blanket and himself.

As he softly stroked the side of your face as you breathed heavily, while he gave you soft kisses on your cheeks and forehead. His hand in your hair.

“How do you feel?” Mark asked softly between kisses.

“Amazing..” You whispered softly as you looked at him softly as you reached up and kissed him softly and his lips. As Mark slowly moved his hand around your beautiful naked body before he removed his boxers.

Before reaching for his scrubs pocket and pulled out a silver packet.

“Safety first..” Mark whispered before kissing you softly. As he opened the packed to reveal the condominium inside as he slowly and carefully put it on. Before moving and kissing your neck and cheek and slowly moving on top of you.

Your legs shaking still from when he ate you out while on the top bunk as he stood there. As he slowly moved over top of you again, kissing you softly and passionately.

“Are you sure beautiful?” Mark asked softly as he looked down at you while he moved your legs, keeping the blanket over you and him. Hoping you were still up for it as the lightning flashed as he took a breath.

“Yeah..” You whispered softly while breathing heavily. As Mark kissed your neck softly before moving his lips to your ear. His hands to between your legs as you felt soft pressure at your entrance.

As he slowly pushed himself into your beautiful wet pussy as you moaned out lifting your head up and tilting it back.

“You feel so good beautiful. Don’t worry about it all, I have you. It’s just a thunderstorm, the flash of the lightning, roar of thunder. But all I care about is that you feel safe and good just being here with me.” Mark whispered softly as he slowly nibbled onto your ear and slowly stroked inside you.

“Your friends will be okay, your okay, your safe, and everyone is working diligently on the bomb threat to safely evacuate sections of the hospital one by one. The patient is fine. And you’ve been through this. Mer is fine. Patients are priority over staff. You’re fine.” Mark whispered into your ear as he slowly stroked a bit deeper inside of your sweet wet pussy as you nodded between soft whimpers.

As he slowly kissed you passionately as you moved your hands the back of his head and slowly kissed him back between hot breathing.

The window of the on call room fogging up from your heavy breathing, it was the smallest on call room and a thick heavy door. The hot air of the cold window mixing to fog it up.

Beads of sweat formed on your perfect self. On your neck and shoulders, your belly. Mixing with the sweat forming on his body.

As he reached his hand to your waist as he kissed you, mixing his tongue with yours through your hot passionate sexual kisses and moans.

As Mark pulled back before putting his forehead to yours and began to deeply stroke your perfect wet pussy creating a clear slick around his dick and the base.

“Oh god beautiful… you feel so damn good on me… ho-holy..” Mark moaned as he listened to your perfect little whimpers.

“You’re too good at this… making my legs… shake… everything.. oh ooh..” You whimpered out softly…

“Don’t stop please don’t stop..” You whispered begging him to keep going.

As Mark picked up the speed as he quickly began to deeply stroke your deep wet self, in and out harder and harder. Your moans growing louder as he kissed you between moans.

Gripping the bed sheets and blankets feeling the way Mark gripped your waist and held you with his body on you.

As Mark leaned down trailing soft passionate kisses over your shoulders and collarbone as to your perfect breasts.

Kissing and sucking on your breasts. Licking you between them up to your neck and chin. Tasting you, the salty flavour of your skin, as he moved as fast as he could now, creating a beautiful mess between you too.

Your slick covering his base and dick and coating your outer skin, to your thighs and his thighs. As you dripped out around.

“Ooh Mark.. I.. I can’t.. hold off..” You whispered softly as Mark nodded softly as he took a deep breath. Feeling the beginning of himself losing himself in you.

His dick twitching inside of you as he tried to last longer, feeling you grip his arms and dig your nails in as you looked like you couldn’t handle the pleasure anymore.

As soon as you squeezed his strong biceps you felt yourself loose as your orgasm hit strong and fast. As your back arched back as your eyes rolled back.

Clamping down on his dick, as your climax took over your entire body shuddering and legs shaking to it. No orgasm has been this good till now.

As Mark felt you clamp down on his dick as he felt himself lose and release himself, protected by the condom as he gripped your waist hard. And moaned loudly as you moaned in sync with him.

As everything ended as he slowly stroked you until he kissed you passionately, before he pulled out and laid beside you and held you into his arms.

Reaching for a tissue from a tissue box and removing the condom and putting it in the tissue before putting it in the trash. Taking another as he laid with you and wiped the sweat of your body and using a clean on off his. Putting it in the trash.. as he laid with you looking at you softly as Mark kissed your forehead.

Holding you tightly in his arms with his hand in your hair as he breathed heavily as so did you, trying to calm your breathing.

As he then moved and got your clothes. “I would love to stay naked with a beautiful girl like you but there is a threat and just being somewhat dressed is good enough to still cuddle while we wait.” Mark said softly as he sat down and got his socks on and then his boxers. Before he put his scrub pants on.

As he looked at you and put your clothes on the bed, as he kneeled beside you and helped you with your socks. As he then helped you put your underwear on after, because your legs were shaking so much. As then he helped you put your bra on and do it up.

Before he helped you into your soft under shirt and kissed you softly. Then put your scrub pants on too. Before lying back down with you in his arms.

“You’re so perfect and amazing and I’d definitely do you again.” Mark whispered as he looked tired before getting up and unlocking the door.

“So they can check for us later. But you should sleep with me beside you taking care of a beautiful girl like you.” Mark whispered softly.

“Okay..” You whispered as Mark picked you up and moved you to the sofa that was one those really squishy ones the best for sleeping. Much more comfortable than the on call beds. Before cleaning off the on call bed and putting the linens in the dirty pile.

Before he laid down and cuddled up with you, with a fresh blanket and took a deep breath as he kissed your forehead and stroked your beautiful silky hair.

As you both kept eye contact with each other before he kissed you softly. As he got comfortable while you rested your head on his shoulder, as he began to rub your back making you tired. As you started to fall asleep in his arms.

Before both of you managed to fall asleep together on the sofa. What began as a possible long night in a thunderstorm to a code black. You now had spent a steamy time with none other than McSteamy himself.

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writingsofwerewolves · 18 days ago

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Little sample of something from Quinn's point of view.

Cameras. Cameras were the greatest invention since the dildo.

I hated being away from River, not knowing what they were doing or if they were safe. But I worked at a company that dealt in spy cameras all the time and felt like an idiot for not thinking of it sooner. So while River and their friends were out, I installed cameras through the entire house. Nothing would happen inside that I didn’t know about.

Before, I had been able to just watch River at will, opening tiny dimensional portal so I could see them when I wanted. Being cut off from Hell, those powers were gone. But with the magic of modern technology, I could regain a semblance of that.

It still made my chest ache to know I wouldn’t be able to just teleport to their side as needed, but it was better than nothing. It allowed me to watch them when I had to be working with Thrawn and Vikram, though I had to be careful they didn’t notice.

They were going to kill me, or try to, when they found out about River. Vikram most especially. But he had no right to complain when he was fucking his girlfriend every other day. He could have her. River was mine and I wouldn’t let him take them from me.

“Is something on your mind?” Thrawn asked over the thrum of conversation.

“Nope,” I said, shoving my phone in my pocket, “Aside from when I can get the fuck out of here.”

“Soon,” he promised and nodded his head towards a smiling man deep in conversation with his peers, “Do you sense anything strange from him?”

I groaned. I hated when Thrawn did that.

Closing my eyes, I tried to filter out all the different levels of suffering in the room, focusing purely on the man in question.

“He’s dying inside,” I informed Thrawn, “But you knew that.”

“That is our target, I believe,” Thrawn replied, “We need to get him alone.”

“Easy enough,” I said and waved a hand.

The wine the man was holding inexplicably spilled onto his suit. The man cursed and apologized to his fellows before rushing off towards the bathroom.

Thrawn and I intercepted him easily, taking him out quietly and carrying him to where Vikram had a car hidden nearby.

While Vikram drove us to our next destination, I risked a glance at the cameras. It was late but River and their friends were still up, hard at work cleaning the massive mansion. Content with the knowledge that River was safe, I quickly stuffed my phone back into my pocket.

We never used the same location for the questioning twice, preferring to have a mobile unit that allowed for easy cleanup as well as preventing anything from being traced back to us. We’d already set up the space before taking our target, so it was easy to get the unconscious man strapped to the chair inside the prepared tent.

I was still wearing my nice suit, which would soon be covered in blood and later burned with the rest of the evidence. It was almost a shame. I looked damn hot and I wished River could see.

Vikram injected the man with whatever chemical it took to wake him up. I had planned to learn all the medical shit Vikram wanted to teach me, but I hadn’t gotten the motivation to care yet. With River in my possession, it was probably time to better familiarize myself with human anatomy and medicine. I’d have to find a way to bring it up to Vikram without being suspicious.

The man sputtered and gasped for breath as he came to then he slowly realized he was tied up and started panicking. I nearly moaned at the first taste of his pain. That first jolt of fear was always the sweetest. Not as sweet as River’s, but still…

“Please, don’t kill me,” the man begged, looking between the three of us.

“Who said anything about killing you?” I asked, a wicked grin on my face as I started playing with a switchblade in my hands. I wasn’t a fidgeter, but I knew the sight was intimidating and I was rewarded by a fresh wave of suffering.

“I have money,” he breathed, his eyes on the glint of the blade, “I can pay you.”

“We know you have money,” Thrawn interjected smoothly, “That is why you’re here. Who is your employer?”

The man’s fear rose and he visibly gulped.

“I work for an insurance company,” he said, his voice shaking.

“I think you know that’s not what he meant,” I said in an ominous, low voice. Once again rewarded by the taste of fresh fear.

“Look,” the man said, trying to sound business like but his voice was unsteady, “I’m nobody. I just sign what they put in front of me.”

I grinned. This was going to be a long session.

Thrawn and Vikram continued to press the man while I made threatening remarks when I could. I wasn’t familiar enough with the case to do more. I didn’t need to be in order to do my job.

At first, the man pretended to be cooperative. He answered questions, though evasively. I started to worry I wouldn’t be needed. But when it came down to giving names, he wouldn’t budge.

“They’ll kill me,” he whispered.

“And what do you think I’ll do?” I questioned, examining my switchblade, “Take you out for dinner?”

“The people I work for… they’re scarier than you,” the man said.

Oh, that did it.

In Hell, I mostly dealt with people that were already dead. They couldn’t die in Hell, no matter how you dismembered them. Once I lost the steady supply of rejected souls from my family, I started branching out. I made deals with humans to collect their souls after their deaths, but I also started taking in the living. Which meant, my demons and I had to learn how to torture without killing.

My demons struggled with that. But I found that it came quite easily to me. Unfortunately for the poor man tied down in front of me, I knew how to keep him alive while suffering unbelievable amounts of pain.

Of course, eventually I ran into the issue that was the same problem whether the souls were dead or alive. Eventually they became numb to physical torture and the potency of their suffering waned. That was precisely why I’d developed more psychological ways of tormenting the residents of Hell. While physical torture resulted in massive amounts of suffering at first, the long term returns were much higher with other types of torture.

That wasn’t an option when torturing someone for information, of course. Thrawn and Vikram needed answers, not prolonged pain. I was the only one that needed that.

As predicted, it took a while to get the answers the others sought and the unfortunate man provided quite the hearty meal in the meantime. I still felt ravenous afterwards, but I knew that was only because I craved someone else’s suffering… River would be climbing into bed soon, if they weren’t already, and I could elicit tasty sparks of fear if I snuck into their bedroom again and just jiggled a door.

The thought made a grin grow on my lips just as the man spat up blood onto my nice suit.

I sighed. I’d definitely have to burn it now… But I needed to find something similar to wear for River. They always liked a good suit.

#oc vikram #unknown's writing #oc quinn #fifty shades of blue

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Carrie (1976) Movie Essay

By Aiden McKinney

Carrie (1976) was Stephen King’s first published novel and a year later, was the first of his to be adapted into a film. With the creative direction of Brian De Palma, Carrie brought life back to the horror genre and has become a cult classic. In fact, five years after the release of the film, King complemented the filmmaker's work:

"De Palma's approach to the material was lighter and more deft than my own—and a good deal more artistic ... The book seems clear enough and truthful enough in terms of the characters and their actions, but it lacks the style of De Palma's film. The book attempts to look at the ant farm of high school society dead on; De Palma's examination of this 'High School Confidential' world is more oblique ... and more cutting.”

The movie stars Sissy Spacek as an overly shy and self conscious high school senior who doesn’t have a friend in the world. In fact, she is an outcast with an overbearing, abusive, mentally unstable, religious fanatic for a mother. Margaret White fears everything is a sin in the eyes of the Lord, especially anything remotely provocative, sexual in nature, or regarding the female anatomy and its physicality. She is so out of touch, that she never taught Carrie about a woman’s menstrual cycle. When Carrie suddenly gets her first period in the shower after P.E. in school, she is absolutely horrified and scared to death. Reaching out to her classmates for help, the girls only laugh at her and throw feminine hygiene products at her. The bullying only gets worse for Carrie, who begins to realize she has telekinetic powers. She can move objects with the power of her mind This, of course, only makes her more of an outcast. To better prepare for the role, Sissy Spacek isolated herself from the rest of the cast during production. “In a 2013 interview with Vulture, co-star P.J. Soles recalled how on "the first or second day, Sissy came over to a group of us, maybe at lunch, I don’t remember, and said, ‘I love you guys, we’re going to have a great shoot, I’m very excited to be working on this. But I just want to let you guys know, I’m going to alienate myself from you. I want to feel that alienation. But I really like you and afterwards we’ll party and we’ll have a great time. But don’t take it personally. I just want to let you know I’m doing it on purpose because I want to get into the part.’ We all really respected her for that, and that made us even more eager and able to be as mean as we could to her, because we knew it was going to help her." (Facts about Carrie- Mental Floss)

It also makes her mother believe that Carrie is the spawn of the Devil, as she was conceived in a moment of impulsive promiscuity, prior to marriage. Margaret White has a monologue that explains her moment of weakness:

Carrie: It was bad, Mama. They laughed at me. Hold me, Mama. Please hold me.

Margaret White: I should've killed myself when he put it in me. After the first time, before we were married, Ralph promised never again. He promised, and I believed him. But sin never dies. Sin never dies. At first, it was all right. We lived sinlessly. We slept in the same bed, but we never did it. And then, that night, I saw him looking down at me that way. We got down on our knees to pray for strength. I smelled the whiskey on his breath. Then he took me. He took me, with the stink of filthy roadhouse whiskey on his breath, and I liked it. I liked it! With all that dirty touching of his hands all over me. I should've given you to God when you were born, but I was weak and backsliding, and now the Devil has come home. We'll pray.

Carrie: Yes.

Margaret White: We'll pray. We'll pray. We'll pray for the last time. We'll pray.

Youtube Carrie trailer

The movie trailer covers quite a bit of the film, but it also gives a genuine vibe and creepy feeling of the film.

Box office

Budget

$1,800,000 (estimated)

Gross US & Canada

$33,800,000

Gross worldwide

$33,801,936

Carrie was a box office success both in numbers and in Academy Award nominations. Nominated for two Academy Awards, one for Best Actress (Spacek) and Best Supporting Actress (Laurie). This is notable, since the horror genre is not ordinarily recognized at the Academies, especially since Saturn Awards launched in 1972 to honor films of science fiction, fantasy and horror.

Original review from Roger Ebert in which he praises director Brian De Palma for creating a horror film that doesn’t rely on the gore and violence of a typical horror film. De Palma focuses on characterization and the reality that Carrie is a teenage girl who everyone can possibly relate to, at least once in their lives.

“I wouldn't want to spoil the movie's climax for you by even hinting at what happens next. Just let me say that "Carrie" is a true horror story. Not a manufactured one, made up of spare parts from old Vincent Price classics, but a real one, in which the horror grows out of the characters themselves.The scariest horror stories -- the ones by M.R. James, Edgar Allan Poe, and Oliver Onions -- are like this. They develop their horrors out of the people they observe. That happens here, too. Does it ever.”

Roger Ebert Carrie 1976

Carrie is a conventional film with unconventional technical aspects. There is a central character, Carrie, and she experiences conflict (so much conflict) who has a goal. There are antagonists (so many antagonists) who stand in the way of her goal. The cinematography is unconventional, in the sense that De Palma used unusual camera angles and motions that translate different emotions and feelings in different scenes. For example, at the Prom, Carrie and Tommy are dancing and the camera is spinning around them as they are spinning, creating a sense of euphoria and confusion, at the same time.

youtube.com Carrie dance scene

The movie Carrie subscribes to Hofstede’s Cultural Dimension of High Restraint. Carrie is raised by an overly religious mother who controls her and tries to keep Carrie from breaking from her strict upbringing and expressing herself in her own way.

Historical Events

United States - First Space Shuttle

NASA unveils the first space shuttle, the Enterprise.

More Information for the first space shuttle

NASA unveiled the first space shuttle, the Enterprise, to the public during September of 1976. The Enterprise was only a prototype created to conduct test flights and the official launch of the Space Shuttle Program did not occur until April of 1981 with the launch of the Columbia. The Enterprise weighed about 150,000 pounds and cost nearly $10 billion to create. While the first space shuttle never actually made it into space, it did become the first of the space shuttles to fly during a test in the following year after it was unveiled.

Jimmy Carter defeats incumbent Gerald Ford in 1976 Presidential election.

Britannica 1976 Presidential election

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I See You

Bisexual Character (Prompt C1) Summary: In which Eddie's tutor, Nancy, might be in need of some answers from her student

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“You’re killing me, dude! Please, a five-minute respite is all I’m asking for,” Eddie whines as he collapses back onto the bed, narrowly missing, hitting his head off the frame, or maybe not, Nancy thinks. It was difficult to tell with all that hair how big his head was.

“First of all. I’m not your dude. Secondly, if you don’t keep at it, you will continue to make the same mistakes, leaving everyone disappointed, especially yourself,” she points out, adjusting herself against the headboard.

“You think I don’t know that?” he muffles his complaints in the ringed hands he covers his face with before dragging them down with a firm pressure that makes his skin stretch down so far she can see the inside of his eye waterline.

“Come on, just one more try. You’re good at this, Eddie. It's just basic human anatomy,” she raises her eyebrows and gives him a happy, pressed smile, “I know you know this. You know you know this. You can do this.” She really is trying to be at maximum pep to encourage him.

Eddie rolls onto his front on the bed, rests his chin on his hands and looks up at her through his bangs, with a pout on his face that could rival one of Holly’s, “Please, just a five-minute break. I’m exhausted. You must be, too, right? A short rest, come on, Wheeler.”

Nancy rolls her eyes and puts a post-it note on the next index card to avoid losing her place, “Fine! But we do twice as many after!” She widens her eyes at him to indicate her seriousness.

“Oh, thank god.” Eddie collapses face down into the comforter, taps both her socked feet and rolls off the bed onto the floor before immediately springing back up to his feet like he landed on an adrenaline shot before sitting on the bed again. Nancy happily shuffles through her index cards in silence for a few seconds, but she can feel the weight of Eddie’s stare and knows that he hadn't intended this break to be one of silence and digesting what they had already been over. She clears her throat, taps the cards into a neat uniform pile, and looks up at him as brightly as possible.

He inhales quickly, and she already knows she’s in for it. He leans on his hand, the fingers of which toy with the fabric underneath, “Sooooo, I was thinking,” he starts, “Maybe you come out with us this weekend?”

She exhales a little air down her nose and shakes her head, “I told you before, Eddie. I don't have time to go out right now. I’ve got so much to do, honestly. Planning, packing, looking for a new job.”

Eddie just looks at her.

Her hands cross over one another in her lap, “And I really should make an appointment for my hair, and there is this documentary I’ve been meaning to watch that I recorded.”

He sits up and crosses his arms, still looking at her, but this time, there are a few deliberate blinks and a minor quirk of a smile. As if he’s goading her to continue with her list of lame excuses.

“And I could improve our revision aids. Maybe make the cards more your style so you’ll recall more easily? Also, I should probably call Joyce at least, let her know everything is fine between us.”

His eyebrows are raised, his chin is dropped to his chest, and he looks like he smells something disgusting.

“I should probably also help my mom choose an outfit. She did say she wanted to go shopping this weekend, too.” That one is a lie too far because Eddie narrows his eyes.

Now, Nancy stares back and folds her arms.

“I don't want to go,” She says finally.

“Oh, hello! Do I detect a little tension between the newly formed study buddies?”

Both Nancy and Eddie whip their heads towards Steve, who now stands at the end of the bed with his hands on his hips.

“I said you could stay in here on the grounds you didn’t distract Eddie, and you were silent,” Nancy scolds, enunciating the T “I should really have only needed to ask you one of those things, but you decided that humming to amuse yourself or throwing balls of paper into the waste basket were not covered by one rule alone!”

“Whoa, whoa, don’t take your frustration out on me. It’s Eddie that annoyed you,” Steve puts his hands up in submission, “So, you know, carry on being mad at him.”

Eddie does not miss the pump of Steve’s eyebrows or the subtle kick of his bottom lip.

“Get out right now,” Eddie says in disgust, narrowing his eyes and shaking his head.

“Oh, what the hell? You were mad at Nancy for lying, not me!” Steve complains, pointing between them all. He walks behind Eddie and physically turns his head towards her, “At Nancy, see. Not at Steve. Nancy”

“Oh, so you don’t need your boyfriend in here for emotional support, then? Changed your tune, I see,” Nancy says with a tilt of her head and a told you so look on her face.

“Yeah, see, Nancy gets it,” Steve says in almost a whisper, gently releasing Eddie and tiptoeing backwards to where he was at the foot of the bed, “Do continue.” He waves a hand in front of him.

“Yeah, well, I don’t think you would enjoy continuing the argument if you knew why he was so eager for us to argue, Wheeler. So I suggest you just agree with me,” Eddie raises his finger, “and because I’m doing you a solid and not adding to your ever-growing list of trauma, you should agree to hit the club with us- in fact, maybe just me, this weekend.” He says, cutting his eyes at Steve.

“What do you mean not adding to my long list of trauma? I’m fine. Everything is fine, actually,” Nancy bristles.

Eddie’s eyebrows push together as he tilts his head and looks right back at her, “Is it really, though? We’ve been through so much. You fourth only to Supergirl, Red and mini Byers.”

Nancy winces, and her tensed shoulders lower the tiniest amount.

“Shit, sorry, Nance. I shouldn’t have said that name,” Eddie reaches out and gently hovers over, but not touching her arm.

“It’s ok, you weren’t talking about Jonathan,” her lip twitches a little as her voice settles to something regretful as she glances back at Eddie with a shrug of a smile.

An increasing shadow catches their attention. Eddie snaps his head around with a scowl aimed at a hopeful-looking Steve, whose face is much closer because he’s leaning as much as he can over the bed frame.

“Are you shitting me?” Eddie snips at Steve, “You pervert! Get out right fucking now!” Eddie, quick as lightning, jumps to his feet off the bed, and Steve runs for it out of the room.

“Pervert? Wait- what? Ewwww,” Nancy looks horrified and pulls her knees up to her chest.

“See, this is why I didn’t want to say anything,” Eddie says, slamming the door after him.

“The handles work just fine in this house!” Ted Wheeler’s voice rings up the stairs.

“But wait, that doesn’t make sense. Steve’s with you, right, he’s um, he’s gay,” Nancy says, a little confused.

Eddie tilts his head at her, “Huh,” he says, a little amused, and pulls the chair from the desk. He sits on it backwards to look at her and rests his elbows on the chair's back and his chin between his fists. He’s analysing her. She can feel it.

She shakes her head incredulously and mimics him, “Huh,” before mockingly staring back at him.

He leans back a little, taps his fingers to his mouth and then onto the top of the chair, “So you think you can only like guys or girls? Like an either-or deal?”

“What are you getting at?” She rolls her eyes.

“Fuck, that explains such a lot, actually,” Eddie says, slowly rubbing his hand on his jaw.

“Eddie, if you are gonna try and procrastinate by talking in riddles, we can just leave the studying for another day when you can focus,” Nancy says, tidying away the textbooks.

Then he’s quickly out of his seat, his hand pushing the air in front of her as if to keep her in place, “No-no-no, I honestly have never felt more focused, just um, you’re so very smart, but perhaps, er, how can I phrase this without sounding like a condescending dickhead,” He shakes his head quickly, “Ok maybe I just going to have to sound like a condescending asshole for this. What I’m trying to say is, perhaps you aren’t very worldly?” He says, gritting his teeth with a pained expression, expecting the worst.

Nancy's first instinct is to point out all the ways she is, in fact, worldly and is, in fact, leaps ahead of him in every area of intelligence. He’s the one failing to graduate and dealing drugs, not her. But there is something in his demeanour that makes her take pause.

She folds her arms and leans back against the headboard again, “The stage is yours,” she gestures to the empty space in the room. Eddie gives an excited punch to the air as he wrinkles his nose before he beams broadly.

“Thank you, Wheeler,” He says, walking away from the bed further into the space to begin a slow pace backwards and forwards where Nancy can see him, “And I promise if you allow me to get to the point of this conversation, I will nail three times as many questions afterwards.”

“Ok…you’ve got yourself a deal,” she says, a little confused. She thinks perhaps Eddie was feeling a little starved for attention because the distraction of the conversation she understands, but the willingness to go back to work afterwards she did not. Especially as in the limited time she’d known him and snippets from Mike, Lucas and Dustin, Eddie doesn’t use ‘promise’ lightly.

He claps his hands excitedly, “Ok, ok. So forgive the analogy, but I find it’s a little less jarring, and I am but a simple storyteller at heart,” he says, flourishing his hand towards himself.

Nancy raises an unamused eyebrow at him.

“Ok, got it. Get on with it,” he spins on his heel and clasps his hands behind him, “So, imagine, if you will, that attraction is like a fruit bowl. It’s your bowl, so you can fill it however you like. So if you like apples, you can fill it with those, right. Or maybe you find the thought of apples disgusting and much prefer oranges. You could fill that bowl with just oranges.” Nancy listens but thinks it’s a little silly. She knows how attraction works. It’s either the opposite sex or the same sex.

Eddie stops still in the middle of the room, rocks back on his heels and looks around the ceiling before his eyes fall back on her. “But you know some people don’t like fruit at all. And some people don’t really care about the type of fruit in their bowl. They just like good fruit, you know? So they might have a mixed bowl.”

“What do they are just attracted to everyone?” Nancy says with a laugh.

Eddie shakes his head and waves his hands in front of him, “No, well, maybe, but that’s not what I’m getting at. You know what, forget the analogy. Permission to be direct?” He says as he sits back down on the chair.

“Granted,” Nancy says with a nod. He’s not making much sense, but he does have her curiosity now.

“Ok, what I am trying to say is. There is a world of sexualities out there. It’s not just straight or gay. There are people out there that like one, some, all or none,” Eddie looks at her hopefully.

“Hmmm, so for some people, they just like anyone?” Nancy asks.

“Do you like all the guys in the world?”

“Of course not!” She laughs and pauses, “Oh. Right,” she says as the pieces fall perfectly into place.

Eddie smiles kindly with a few nods.

“So if you were always into girls but then you met this one fascinating guy, that could be something? Hypothetically speaking,” She says, averting her eyes and smoothing down her clothes.

“Yeah, something like that could definitely be something,” Eddie says gently as Nancy touches the palm of her hand and glances over at her ballerina jewellery box.

“You know, you could just meet someone under weird circumstances, go through hell and back with them, spend time with them, and you might eventually realise that it’s not just the friendship you want with them.” He squints a little, “Even if they are a babbling brook of anxiety, watch films that are way too fucking long and have poor music taste.”

Nancy freezes, and Eddie simply chuckles at her surprised expression.

“I may not be great at the cerebral lobes, but the heart…I’m ok at,” he rests his chin on the back of the chair, “Maybe if you came to the club with us, I could distract one half of the brain cell with my dance floor moves, and you’d have the other half all to yourself for a change?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Nancy snorts out a laugh and smirks nervously.

“I see you trying to get to know her on our movie nights. I can feel the tension fly out of you like a triggered spike trap when she leans into your space. You position the bowls of her favourite snacks nearest her, always!” Eddie puts his hand over his heart, “And I see the way you cover the edges of tables and counters and cupboards when she’s near them. Flattening the bumps in the rug and tidying away anything on the floor before it even had a second on it. And I see the way you make sure to wear that barrette she compliments you on every single time you wear it. And I see the way you hang on her every word, even when she’s been talking for hours about school band politics. And I see you remember to take that forgotten breath just after she enters the room…I see you, Nancy,” his eyes search hers, “I see you, and it’s ok.”

Nancy is about to say thank him when there is a loud thunk against the door and a muffled sob.

“Serves you right, you nosy little shit!” Eddie says sharply at the door before he relaxes again and turns back to Nancy. “So maybe come out with us? The place we go, it’s cool. I promise,” he says with a fond smile.

Nancy shakes her head in disbelief and smirks at Eddie, “Alright then,” she says quietly.

“Wuzzthattayes?” Hums through the door.

“I should probably go deal with that,” he sighs and points towards the door, but as he motions towards it, he feels himself pulled back.

Nancy’s hand firmly grips his arm, “What if she doesn’t like me that way?” her voice sharp with urgency.

He looks down at her hand and smiles, “Trust me, Wheeler. This Cupid ain’t stupid,” he grins and her hand releases. Eddie opens the door, and onto the floor flops a visibly emotional Steve. They both look down at him and then back up at one another. Eddie clasps Nancy’s shoulder and accompanies it with a beaming grin, “Bon chance, with the other half, my friend.”

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddiemunson #eddie stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #fanfiction #steddie #madaboutmunson #nancywheeler #Nancy Wheeler #Edancy platonic #lgbtq+#Squint for Ronance #Squint for Steddie

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OH MY GOD this is the best day of my life you like my #1 most favorite boy, the love of my life 😭 I’ve been waiting for the day I could talk about aemond with you, I just KNEW that you would like him 🥲 I’m completely not normal about how obsessed I am with him lol like I’m mostly joking when I say this but I tell all my friends that it was like my entire world shifted when we were first introduced to him. Also I don’t want to spoil anything for you but I’ll just say that aemond is one of the only men in this show that doesn’t fuck minors so he gets points for that 😅 also I just want to say that there’s a lot of things in the second season that imo are out of character for him and I just choose to ignore them lol. But you are so real for watching it in one night, I’ve literally watched the first season like 6 times. Please let me know if you have any questions especially about lore or anything 🙏 I would really love to know your thoughts about season 1 like who do you like, who don’t you like, what did you think about the ending (especially since it involves aemond) like tell me everything 👀 for me I literally don’t care what aemond does I will literally support him through anything, a lot of people hate aemond and act like you can’t like him or you’re a bad person 🙄 some people act like you’re hitler himself if you like aemond or aegon, but I love villains and I know you do too lol.

AGHH HI BABE I WAS LIKE OMG I HOPE HOTD NONNIE IS STILL AROUND BECAUSE I FINALLY GOT TO IT !!

OMG I LOVE WHEN A CHARACTER SWOOPS IN AND ALTERS YOUR BRAIN CHEMISTRY like it’s truly magical to find The One ™️!!

So I actually started preparing myself to like aemond when I saw they were going ivar the boneless ( my fave character in Vikings obviously ) route with making him the younger, picked on, maimed sibling bc in my brain I was like ok so because of this he’s going to grow up and be crazy ruthless !!!

HEHEEH hes so unsettling too the way he stares at everyone he’s always CALCULATING

ALSO I DID ALREADY SEE THAT HES INTO MORE MATURE WOMEN ?? And lowkey thick I fw with that heavy 🫶🏻 I ALSO SAW THAT HE HAS A PP SCENNEEE I’m going to start the second season in about 30 minutes I just wanted to be able to roll a blunt and settle down with my DP and my snacks to get ready for it SKSKSK

OKAY SO AS FOR WHO I LIKE it’s literally just Alicent and Aemond tbh SSKSKKSK I ALSO LIKE HELAENA ( I hope I spelled her name right ) and Rhaenys, but Aegon is such a twerp to me and so are Rhaenyra’s brats

Can I also say that the dragons are my favorite characters too I like vhagar and the big big one that daemon sang to ?? I’ve always loved media with dragons I used to have this big ass textbook looking thing that was written like dragons really existed and explained their anatomy and history DRAGONS ARE NEVER NOT COOL TO ME

I really dislike Rhaenyra !!! When she was a kid I could forgive her for doing shitty things but she actually got worse as she grew up 💀 and I hate Daemon I’m sorry I know he’s got a lot of fangirls but like he’s been kinda hyped up and all I’ve seen so far is that he’s an abusive pedophile SKSKKS

CAN I BE REAL I DID SEE THE ENDING COMING FROM LIKE A MILE AWAY especially once he had to fly in the rain I was like oh well aemond is definitely about to kill this child 💀 it was interesting how it happened though !! It’s like a stark ( lol ) reminder that the dragons have free will and the rider doesn’t have full control which I thought was really cool and I DO like that it seemed to weigh a bit on aemond, and that it wasn’t just cold hearted like he literally had that oh fuck oh shit look and I hope they’ll expand a little bit on his emotional state after literally murdering a child 😭 in the next season.

IT DOES MAKE ME WORRIED THOUGH for Aemond 🥺🥺 pls pookie stay safe because I know he’s going to have a massive target on his back now

I THINK LORE WISE IM FOLLOWING PRETTY WELL I know they probably reference got more than what I catch on to like I’m sure references go over my head since I’ve only seen the first season like way back when it first came out but I think the MEAT of the lore I’m getting !!

I’m excited but also scared to finish it SKSKSK IF AEMOND DIES I WILL HAVE TO STOP…

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Do vegans eat meat?

In many cultures, eating meat is so rooted in human life that we rarely think about why we should eat meat. Where and how is the meat prepared? We rarely try to see who is behind the scenes of the meat industry Most people consider themselves to be animal lovers, but eating animal meat is normal for them, and I still don’t know why you love an animal and hug it and cut another animal into pieces and eat it? It’s time to face the fact that man created the meat industry for his diversification and greed and tortures and kills many animals.

The answer to this question is relatively simple; however, come with me, and I’ll tell you every single aspect of this question.

I’m Sara and I’ve been vegan for 7 years with my family of 5. As my family and I thrive on this lifestyle, I wanted to share with you all my experiences in this particular area.

So let’s get started.

This article will be dedicated to why vegans might or might not consume meat.

In some of our previous articles, we mentioned that vegans do not consume meat, no matter the source. This means that vegans do not consume land animal meat or seafood.

There are many reasons why we have chosen a vegan lifestyle. But let me tell you a few things Some vegetarians choose a vegetarian diet just for the sake of their health, because they have come to the conclusion that meat and chicken are not useful for human health and cause a lot of harm to the body, and they refuse to eat animal meat like us. But vegans have more reasons for not eating meat besides health.

Before getting to why Vegans do not consume meat, we have to tell you that while vegans refuse to eat any flesh, they can get all of the nutrition, minerals, and supplements that meat has from plant-based food.

This proves that vegans do not have to eat meat to gain its vitamins, minerals, and nutrition.

· The first reason that comes up when we ask why vegans don’t eat meat is related to moral beliefs. In other words, vegans are against the meat industry and industries that use animal abuse or cruelty to produce their products (be it clothing or consumer cosmetics).

We can never accept someone as ours or even our lives without full consent, so why should we do the same to defenseless animals? I must mention that some of these animals and even insects are vital for the health of the planet We know what happens behind the scenes of slaughterhouses and farms. We know how animals are imprisoned, tortured and killed in order to put them in beautiful packages in the human food basket. Research has proven that the anatomy of the human body has been vegetarian since the beginning of creation, and later we became carnivores with the change in human taste and advertising. Please watch this video : 15 reasons that prove that human herbivor

· The following reason vegans avoid meat is the physical consequences that meat offers over time. When you consume meat, you are consuming a product that is not 100% hygienic. I might add that the fat included inside the core is saturated fat or the harmful fat that can cause heart diseases and failure over time if consumed more than limited.

These two reasons are the main issues of consuming meat, so vegans choose to avoid meat to fulfill these reasons.

You might wonder, if vegans do not consume meat, what do they eat to obtain the nutrition embedded inside the animal meat?

When talking about meat and the need to consume it, individuals assume that the protein and the galleries that come from meat can not be obtained from plant-based food.

While this fact seems true but it is not correct.

Because after the considerations and research I did several years ago on this matter, I have concluded that some other plant-based consumables like beans and soy contain the same kind of protein that exists inside red or animal meat.

And by consuming plant-based protein, you can get the same energy from the protein inside the animal meat.

However, on some special occasions, vegans must use supplements to gain the complete nutrition they need throughout the day to function correctly.

The reason why some vegetarians need supplements is that the diet and body needs of each person and their metabolism are different from other people. Sometimes some vegetarians need supplements to complete the minerals or nutrients their body needs, even It is possible that many meat-eating people also suffer from B12 or iron deficiency. This has nothing to do with vegetarianism.

But the important thing is that if you start a plant-based diet with planning, you will need less supplements because the nutrients of plants are more and healthier than animals. I have done an article on vegetarians and the need to take supplements that you can read .

Now that you know whether vegans eat meat or not and the reason for this action, let’s get to the end of the article and sum up all of the information we have gathered for you.

We all have seen some special diets from all around the world and different individuals; however, there is a debate on whether vegans can eat meat or not, meaning can they include meat in their diet or can’t?

In this article, I talked about how vegetarians do not consume animal meat or other animal products. However, it’s best to remember that as a human being who has been a vegetarian since birth, there are plenty of plant-based alternatives that you can supplement your meals with and that you can live without animal carcasses.

Then I explain some of the reasons vegans have for not eating animal meat, and I think if you read through these reasons yourself, you can better understand this diet and lifestyle.

I advise you to read through some related articles to this matter to understand why vegans do not consume meat.

In the end, I am very much glad and delighted that you decided to accompany me throughout the “Do vegans eat meat?” article.

If you have any additional inquiries or opinions that you want to share with me, you only have to use the comment section below this article or contact page 4 on the contact page of this website.

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Vampire Feed Requirements (informational)

I wanted to go into some depth about feed requirements for vampires in the same sort of strategy that I use for livestock. I wrote a whole funny kinda guide on fanfic .net , but since I don't like that site anymore I wanted to edit my original guide and put it here for you guys to see (also no one called me out on my mathematical mistake where I flipped two numbers rip). I'm also adding a section on using a replacer blood.. Please enjoy my terrible sarcasm and humor. You have no clue how many times I have to write little guides like this for people on Facebook who obtain animals and have no clue how to feed them.

Before I can get down to the numbers of how much blood a vampire would have to drink to survive, I need to state several assumptions:

Since lore does not cover this, I am assuming that fully fledged vampires require blood as their sole nutrient source and are unable to derive nutrients from other foods (though they can eat it and it makes them feel “full”, they will not be able to get their nutrients from it and thus eating it would further starve them). Half vampires seem to be able to digest food just fine, so they can consume and get nutrients from human foods.

I don’t know the internal anatomy of the vampires, but I am assuming that they have 1 stomach. A human stomach can hold up to about 1 gallon of liquid at max. 1 gallon of blood = around 8 pounds. However, in the bonfire feeding scene the vampires were gorging on blood. It's unclear to tell how much blood they ingested verses just killing for fun.

I am assuming after they are turned into a full vampire they have new enzymes and proteins that help them with getting the nutrients out of blood.

We are doing all calculations based on bodyweight. I’m going to be using 180ibs as the weight of our vampires, though I'm terrible at judging weight. You can adjust this number for whatever stories you may need to in the future.

The first thing we need to do to get an accurate understanding of how much a vampire should be eating is we need to figure out their weight. When dealing with potentially dangerous critters, it’s okay to estimate to get a general idea if you don’t have a safe management plan to contain and weigh them. Judging from a distance using David and his boys as a general guide, I will assume they weigh between 150ibs - 180ibs. Since they are most often seen feeding together, we can put them into a single feeding group assuming that each will eat their own fill. As a general note, remember that there is usually a pecking order for pack animals, so be aware that one may get more than another. If this is a prolonged issue, consider separating during feeding.

Now that we have a general number for their weight of 180ibs, we need to figure out another crucial piece of information: what kind of diet are they in need of? There are several main types of diets such as: growing stock, maintenance, and production. Growing stock is for young critters that need the extra energy to grow. Maintenance is for critters that are fully grown and are not putting extra energy out in production. Production is for critters that are actively putting energy towards things such as reproducing, lactating, or other work. Our four vampires here would be considered needing a “maintenance” diet since they are fully grown, and they are not putting energy towards some sort of production (though if they are actively being worked, consider that they will need more calories to help perform these activities). Most maintenance diets need for the animal to have around 2.7% - 3.0% of their body weight in nutritional food per day.

Seeing the four vampires in question are moderately active and don’t exert too much energy in hunting (looks like a majority of their food comes to them/does not put up very long fights), we will be using 2.7% of their body weight for intake per day. We can determine 2.7% of their body weight with simple math:

180ibs x 2.7% = 4.86ibs

Reminder: when multiplying percentages, remember to move your decimal point two spaces to the left! So when you input it into a calculator it should look like this:

180ibs x .027 = 4.86ibs

Great! So we’ve found out that 2.7% of our 180ibs vampire is 4.86ibs. But here’s the catch: you can’t just feed out 4.86ibs of blood to the vampires since they require 2.7% of their body weight in caloric intake. Blood is around 55% water, which has 0 calories. 45% of blood is nutrient dense for them to digest (all according to a thing I found on Google). So in reality, feeding a vampire 4.86ibs of blood only gives them 2.187ibs of actual digestible content. Time for some more math! We will need to set up two fractions and cross multiply to find the amount of blood required for the vampires.

Our first fraction is as follows:

2.187ibs of digestible content

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4.86ibs of blood

The fraction above tells us that we currently are only getting 2.187ibs of digestible content out of the 4.86ibs of blood we’ve given them. We will need to set up another fraction to show the amount of digestible content we want to get and find the number of how much blood will that require.

That fraction is as follows:

4.86ibs of digestible content

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X amount of blood

Now it’s time to cross multiply the fractions, but due to the formatting it will not look pleasant on here. If you don't know how to cross multiply, feel free to look it up.

Remember: multiply the 4.86 of blood to 4.86 of digestible content, and then multiply the 2.187 with X to look as follows:

23.62 = 2.187X

Now just isolate the X! Divide both sides by 2.187

10.8 = X

We have now found that each vampire (estimated weighing around 180ibs) will require 10.8 pounds of blood PER day. For 4 adult male vampires, that is 43.2 pounds of blood PER day!

As a little conversion, 1 pound of blood is just about 1 pint. So we’re looking at around 1.3 gallons of blood per vampire per day, or 5.2 gallons for the feeding group.

Now, you may be saying to yourself, "Geez, that's a lot of blood and I don't know how I'm going to get that much to feed them." The first thing I'm going to say to you is that you shouldn't have gotten a vampire in the first place if you cannot adequately feed them. However, there is a replacer you can use. Animal blood can work to feed a vampire, but it will require more energy for them to convert the digestible calories into usable energy. They will require more caloric intake because their bodies have to work harder to convert the blood to usable energy. I would add an extra 1.35% (which is half of the 2.7%) of their bodyweight. Using the same conversion we did earlier, that looks like:

180ibs x 1.35% = 2.43ibs

Which, remembering that only 45% of the 2.43ibs is digestible (1.09ibs), we need to do the same ratio that we created earlier to determine that we would need an extra 5.42ibs of blood on top of the 10.8ibs we calculated earlier. In total, for a 180ibs vampire to be drinking animal blood, they would need 16.22ibs of blood, or 2 gallons, per day.

Don’t forget about other requirements for the proper care of your vampires. Ensure that they have free choice minerals and consult your local vet to see what kinds of mineral deficiencies are in the blood of your feed. You may need to give periodic vitamin or mineral injections.

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karmic-vibes · 2 years ago

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If I Can Dream

18 - Troubled With Pain

cw: marital dispute, mentions of cheating, allusions to possible SA, minors dni !!! nsfw content (name calling (slut), brief mentions of pegging, dacryphilia, allusions to dubcon, hate-sex, make up-sex, afab anatomy used for fingering/oral/unprotected piv sex)

Year: 1993

“So, what brings you two in here today?” Dr. McCormick beamed.

Steve and Eddie were sat on opposite sides of her couch, hesitant to look at one another.

“Boys, this will only work if you communicate with not only each other, but also me. So, come on, fill me in. What’s the 411?”

“I fucked up,” Steve rushed out.

“How, dear?”

“I got too drunk and did some things with an old fling. I pushed it down for years and it recently resurfaced.”

“And let me guess, your husband just found out about it, which is why you two are now in my office?”

“Bingo…”

“Okay, before I really delve into this, what have you two tried at home?”

“What do you mean?” Steve asked.

“To try and resolve tensions. Most people don’t jump right to therapy.”

“Well…”

“God, Eddie, please,” Steve cried out. His face was shoved into their mattress, tears streaming down him face, begging his husband for mercy. “Eddie, please, please, please!”

“You are gonna take my fucking cock and you’re gonna like it, got it, big boy? You wanna be a slut, then you’re gonna take me like a slut,” Eddie panted through his teeth. He grabbed a fistful of Steve’s hair and yanked him up, making him whimper. “Are we clear?”

“Yes!” Steve cried out. “God, Eddie!”

Steve and Eddie looked to each other, with Eddie blushing up to his ears. He bit the insides of his cheeks and went back to staring out the window.

“We’ve tried listening to music and dancing around the house with our daughter,” Steve cleared his throat. “You know, try to bring us back to when we were younger.”

“Mhmm, what else?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Is that the only thing you guys have tried?”

“I mean…”

“For fuck’s sake, I rail him until he cries,” Eddie finally blurted out. “We’ve been hate-fucking, okay? I first suggested it to hopefully get some of my anger out, but it’s not doing anything, so here we are.”

“Okay, then…”

“No need to be so modest Steve, Jesus,” Eddie huffed.

“And this ‘hate-fucking’ is consensual between the two of you?” The two nodded. “Words, boys.”

“Yes,” they simultaneously said.

“Okay. Whose idea was it?”

“Mine,” Eddie said.

“And, Eddie, what did you initially hope the gain from it?”

“Jesus, um… I don’t know.” Steve scoffed. “Jesus Christ, what’s your problem, Steven?”

“You know exactly what you wanted to get from it.”

“Since when are you in my head, huh?”

“Look who’s being modest now,” he growled.

“Boys!” Dr. McCormick boomed. “Steve, why do you think Eddie started doing this after he found out?”

“Well, for starters, he was angry, and I can’t blame him—I’d be livid too. He wanted to get some control and passion back into the relationship, so naturally, this is what he resorted to.”

“Eddie, any thoughts?”

“No, annoyingly, he’s right on the money.”

“Okay, I can deal without the attitude, Harrington.”

“You are in no place to be talking right now, Steven.”

“Boys,” Dr. McCormick warned. “Eddie, why were you trying to get passion back?”

“Because he doesn’t sleep with me, and when he does, it’s over so quick and I get nothing out of it.”

“When was the last time you two were actually intimate? No child, no distractions, no hate, and no worries. Just endless time to kill to love and pleasure each other?”

“Before Bobby was even conceived,” Eddie scoffed.

“And how old is he?”

“Oh, she,” Steve politely corrected.

“Apologies. How old is she?”

“She’ll be five next month.”

“So you two haven’t had a proper intimate night in nearly six years?”

“Sounds about right,” Eddie mumbled.

“Okay, so your first assignment is to go back to your roots. Find the little things that made you fall in love with each other. Have a proper evening without Bobby. Go out to dinner, make a mixtape of all your favorite songs, and have sex like it’s your first time all over again. Okay? Start back at the basics. Can you boys do that?”

“We can try,” Steve said.

“There is no try, only do,” Eddie muttered.

“God, you’re such a nerd,” Steve teased, smiling faintly.

While he’d never admit it, Eddie started smiling too.

Later in the week, the two managed to get Pattie to watch Bobby for the night at her own apartment. She insisted that she could watch her as long as she needed so the two could have a proper date night. And with that, the boys were off to save their marriage.

Steve was in charge of planning dinner while Eddie was in charge of the mixtape. Of course, there were minor details and surprises in between that they’d share along the way.

When Steve got out of work, he pulled up to their house and knocked on the door until Eddie answered. As Eddie swung open the door, tears were brought to his eyes—Steve was in a suit nearly identical to the one he wore on their first date. He held a clear box in his hand, containing a boutonnière that mirrored Eddie’s first corsage.

“Steve…” Eddie whispered. “I love it.”

“Do you? It’s not too much?”

“No, not at all,” he sniffed. “Now I feel underdressed.”

“You look great,” Steve insisted. “Shall we?”

“We shall.”

The couple headed to the car, with Steve insisting on carrying Eddie to the passenger side. Once they were on their way to the restaurant, Eddie popped in the mixtape he made for their evening and, much to his dismay, it opened with ABBA.

“Eds, you didn’t need to put this on,” Steve tutted his tongue.

“Well, I love you, stupid, so I had to put something you like on here.”

“After all this shit, you still love me?”

“Unfortunately.”

“I love you too.”

“I know you do.”

“You do know that I’m sorry, right? I know I’ve said it a million times, but I mean it every single time. Eds, I would give anything to take that night back.”

“I know,” he sighed, resting his hand on Steve’s thigh.

“It was a stupid, drunk mistake.”

“I know… and I know, with that being said, it wasn’t entirely your fault. He took advantage. I just don’t think I knew where to direct my anger.”

“But it was still partly my fault.”

“But not as much as either of us are chalking it up to be. Okay? I’m more angry that you hid it from me for so long.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. You were pretty far along in your pregnancy, and we just got married. It seemed like terrible timing regardless. I should’ve told you as soon as it happened, but last thing I wanted was something happening to Bobby. I could’ve handled any backlash that came from you, but if something happened to her? I don’t think I would’ve ever been able to forgive myself.”

“I know, honey, I know,” Eddie whispered. “Hey, Stevie?”

“Hmm?”

“I didn’t… I didn’t ever hurt you, did I?”

“I don’t know, did you?”

“No, I mean… when we were having sex. Did I ever hurt you? I-I was really, really angry and I wasn’t thinking about how it was affecting you. I mean, for fuck’s sake, I was railing you until you cried! Several times a night, for like a week!”

“I mean, it hurt at first, but–”

“Then why didn’t you say anything, Stevie?” Eddie’s voice was soft, with genuine concern for his husband.

“I don’t know, Eds, you were getting your anger out, and–”

“No… no and. Did I hurt you when you didn’t want to be hurt?” Eddie teared up. Steve let out a sigh and focused on the road. “Stevie…”

“In the beginning, yes.”

“I’m sorry, Stevie… I really am… I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I know you didn’t mean to, honey. It’s okay. I don’t hold anything against you. Just call it even.”

“Stevie–”

“Adultery versus a sore asshole. Tit for tat,” he shrugged.

“I’m sorry…” Tears ran down Eddie’s cheeks.

“I know… it’s okay. I’m okay. I promise, it’s okay, Eds. I liked it near the end.”

“Really?” he sniffed.

“Yeah, you got better at it. I’m sure I was hurting girls similarly when I first started having sex. There’s a learning curve, y’know?” Eddie chuckled to himself, wiping his eyes.

“So, we’re okay?”

“More than okay, Eds. I promise.”

“I love you…”

“I love you too.”

“So, how often did you hurt Nance?” Eddie teased.

“Ugh, that poor girl. It’s a miracle she didn’t kill me. Not gonna lie, I’ve hate-fucked her a few times, and–”

“And she didn’t shoot your dick off? Christ, Harrington. That was ballsy of you.”

“I’m lucky we were able to procreate and I’m just gonna leave it at that.”

“God, you’re stupid.”

“And you’re pretty,” Steve smiled.

They pulled into the first open spot they saw at the restaurant and Steve escorted his husband inside. He opened his car door for him, offered up his coat, and led him in. They had a lovely dinner and were soon on their way home.

It was odd to come home together, to a house without a child. However, they made do with the awkwardness and headed to the living room to pop open a bottle of wine. Each of them had a few glasses before they were all over each other.

Steve pulled Eddie into his lap, hands gently resting on his hips as Eddie rested his on Steve’s cheeks. There was no anger to either of them. No resentment. Just love.

“I love you,” Steve mumbled between kisses. “I love you so fucking much.”

“God, I love you too, Stevie.”

Steve pushed Eddie’s hair aside and began gently kissing his neck. Eddie contently hummed as he rutted his hips into Steve’s. Steve cupped the swole of his husband’s ass and pulled him in closer, easing him into another heated kiss.

Steve grabbed onto Eddie’s legs and wrapped them around his waist, carrying him upstairs. He delicately set Eddie down on the bed and hovered over him, smiling fondly.

“What’re you starin’ at, Harrington?” Eddie panted.

“Nothing, just… you. Can I?” Steve asked, tugging at Eddie’s shirt.

“I dunno, can you?”

“There’s my husband,” Steve chuckled, quickly kissing him. “I’ve missed you.”

“Well? Can you take it off?”

“Pretty sure I can.”

“Then show me, c’mon, Harrington. Don’t leave a guy hangin’!”

The two undressed each other and before they knew it, they were in the same position as the first time they ever had sex. Eddie was splayed out on the bed, completely naked, while Steve was only in his boxers, pressing against his exposed spouse. He licked a few of his finger tips before teasing Eddie, slowly circling his clit and sinking two fingers into him.

A hushed moan escaped Eddie’s lips as he pulled Steve down for a kiss, moaning into his mouth. Steve held a steady, firm pace, playing with his clit as he worked Eddie open.

Without warning, Steve pulled back from their lustful kiss and kissed down Eddie’s body. He paid attention to every single inch of him, staying persistent with his fingers. As he worked his way down, he settled between Eddie’s legs, hooking his arms around his thighs to pull him closer. He slowly licked a stripe up from Eddie’s hole to his clit, making him cry out.

“Please, Steve,” Eddie whined, gripping the bedsheets. “Please, it’s been so long. Please, please!”

“I’ll take good care of you, baby, I promise,” Steve hummed into Eddie’s core.

The night continued as such—nothing but slow, passionate love. They took care of one another, assuring each of their needs were met. They hadn’t even known how much time had passed, and they were too blissed out to care.

“Stevie, please, please,” Eddie breathed as his body rocked with his husband’s thrusts.

Eddie’s legs were wrapped around Steve’s waist, trying to pull him in closer. Steve kept one hand rested on Eddie’s hip as the other rested on his mound, thumb pressing firm circles into his clit. Eddie’s back bowed off the bed as he felt himself creeping towards his second (possibly third, he was losing count) orgasm of the evening. He was rushing out Steve’s name, begging for release, with garbled gibberish sprinkled in between.

“God, you look– shit, Eds, fuck… squeezing me so tight,” Steve panted. “You look gorgeous under me, Harrington.”

Eddie’s eyes were screwed shut, humming in appreciation as his husband praised him.

“You take me so well, Eds, fuck. Come on, cum for me baby. Cum all over my cock.”

“God, Steve, please!”

“Please what, pretty boy?”

“Please make me cum!” he cried out. “Please, god, just like that, Stevie.”

The hot pool of passion was building up in Eddie’s stomach, releasing just moments later, with Steve not too far behind. Steve collapsed next to Eddie, who instinctively cuddled against his chest. Steve ran his fingers through Eddie’s hair as the two tried catching their breath.

“We need to pawn off the hell spawn more often,” Eddie panted.

“Absolutely we do, Christ,” Steve huffed. “I love you, Eds.”

“I love you too, Stevie.”

“We’re gonna be okay, right?” he asked, barely above a whisper.

“Yeah… I think we are.”

“You’re not still mad at me?”

“I still have a teeny, tiny bit of anger stored somewhere for you not telling me, but overall, no, I’m not mad.”

“Thank god.” Steve kissed Eddie’s sweaty forehead. “I hated being so distant from you. It felt wrong.”

“I know, big boy, I know.” Eddie smushed his face into Steve’s chest and sighed.

“So what time are we picking the spawn up tomorrow?”

“After a round of morning sex?”

“Maybe a few rounds?”

“Oh, I like the sound of that, Harrington.”

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specialagentsergio · 3 years ago

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rationalizations

rationalizations: a defense mechanism in which one makes up a false but reassuring explanation to explain their behavior and/or feelings to both themselves and others, thus avoiding the reality of why they are really acting or feeling as they do.

summary: You’re the psych evaluation for Spencer. You think he’s full of shit, so you refuse to sign his clearance form until he actually tells the truth.

pairing: spencer reid x f!reader

category: angst (happy ending)

content warnings: spencer’s canonical trauma, flashbacks, mentions of suicide and suicidal ideation, swearing

a/n: i wrote this for @imagining-in-the-margins‘ enemies to lovers event. it’s not my favorite trope, but one of the prompts sparked inspiration for me. i also took a good amount of inspiration from meredith’s various therapy scenes in grey’s anatomy, so if some of it feels familiar, that’s why! i swear i intended to make this cute and funny, but, well… here we are lmao.

word count: 3.6k

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Spencer throws his bag onto his desk with a frustrated huff. It thumps loudly, startling JJ at her desk across from his. She gives him a sympathetic look regardless. “Still not cleared yet?”

“No!” Forgetting that it’s wheeled, he drops himself into his chair. It skids backwards and he has to scramble to grab something to keep from falling out of it.

“Careful there,” JJ says, trying valiantly to suppress a laugh. “That psychologist's got you really worked up, huh?”

“I don’t know what she wants from me!” he complains. “It’s been nearly a month! Hotch’s ex-wife was murdered by an unsub, but they cleared him. I was only shot in the neck.”

“I mean, that’s still kind of a big deal,” she says. “You could’ve died, from the gunshot, or from the nurse that tried to kill you afterwards.”

“Speaking of that nurse,” he starts, “Garcia is the one who shot him and she’s been a wreck over it. She insisted on going to the guy’s execution. But the therapist cleared her!”

“Penelope’s not in the field,” JJ points out.

He crosses his arms. “Still. This isn’t the first time I’ve been shot. That possibility is part of the job. It’s not like it came out of nowhere and I was completely unprepared for it.”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Spence,” she says. “Just keep all of your appointments and I’m sure you’ll be cleared soon.”

He pulls a stack of papers on his desk towards him. Paperwork—one of the things he’s actually allowed to do. “I better be,” he mutters.

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“And it was really scary, you know?” Spencer wipes at his eyes with a tissue. “Not knowing if I was going to live or die.”

“Mm-hmm.”

He takes a deep breath. “But… it’s over now. The preacher who shot me died in the same shootout. Owen McGregor, the leader of the corrupt deputies, died later that night, in another shootout. And Greg Baylor, the one who posed as a nurse and tried to kill me, was sentenced to death row and he’s gone now, too.”

His psychologist makes a note on the paper in front of her, but doesn’t say anything, so he continues.

“I… I feel better now, just letting that out.” He takes a new tissue and dries his nose. “I feel ready now. Ready to go back to work.”

She nods slowly, considering him. But she doesn’t even look towards her desk where the clearance form sits, frustrating him to no end. After five minutes of silence, he breaks.

“You can’t be serious.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I’ve been coming to these sessions for over a month, and I’m still not cleared to be in the field. I…” He musters up more tears and makes sure his voice wavers during his next words. “I just don’t know what you want? I’ve tried everything.”

“No, you haven’t,” she says plainly.

He blinks in surprise, sending some of the crocodile tears down his cheeks. “What?”

She crosses her legs. “You’re full of shit.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re not being honest with me, and I don’t think you’re being honest with yourself either,” she says. “You’re a great actor. I can see how you’ve gotten clearances easily before. But that stops with me.”

Spencer stares at her. “I don’t understand.”

She moves her notebook to the side. “What happened in Texas isn’t the first time your life’s been in danger. Why do you think that is?”

“Wh—that’s part of my job,” he argues, fake crying long since forgotten.

“Not to the extent that you take it. I’ve read your file,” she says. “You take unnecessary risks with regularity.”

The tissues crumple in his hand as he clenches it. “I do not.”

“Let’s go back to the beginning.”

“The beginning of what?”

“Of your career.” Yet she doesn’t take out his file, or look at her notes. She speaks from memory. “2005. The BAU is assisting with a hostage situation. You go into the train, posing as someone who is there to remove a microchip from the unsub, but the first thing you do? You take off your bulletproof vest.”

“Okay, clearly you don’t understand what the situation was,” Spencer cuts in. “Ted Bryar was suffering from a psychotic break. He was somewhat unpredictable, and he told me to take off the vest.”

“And you just listened?”

“He—he had a gun, and was threatening both me and the other passengers with it!” he says. “What was I supposed to do, not listen?”

“Uh, yeah,” she replies. “You easily played into his delusions just a few minutes later to distract him. Why not do that to keep yourself safe?”

“I was twenty-four and was running on adrenaline,” he says defensively. “And it was my first time doing something like that. You can’t expect me to think of everything.”

“You’re right, I can’t,” she agrees. “So let’s jump forward a few years. How about the time you approached a teenager who was wielding an assault rifle with no protection, not even your own firearm?” she challenges.

“You mean Owen Savage? That was a unique situation,” he protests. “I knew I could talk him down.”

“No, you didn’t. You thought you had a good chance, but there’s no way to be one hundred percent sure of that. He was volatile, and on a killing spree,” she counters. “You didn’t know if you’d succeed--”

“I did!” He startles himself by unconsciously raising his voice, but he doesn’t apologize. “I did, because….”

“Because you related to him,” she fills in. “And that’s fine. Having empathy for an unsub doesn’t suggest something’s wrong in and of itself. But you still put yourself, and the rest of your team, in danger, didn’t you?”

He crosses his arms. “I got that lecture from Hotch when it happened, okay?”

“So then why’d you confront an unsub alone a few years later in Miami?” she asks. “You didn’t even tell anyone where you were going. You left your vest behind and just ran off.”

“I was having a head—wait, how do you even know that happened?” he questions. “It wasn’t in the report.”

“Well, first of all, you just confirmed it,” she points out, and he wants to kick himself. “Secondly, I can read between the lines.”

“I was having a headache,” he repeats. “I wasn’t thinking all that clearly. I just knew Julio’s life was in immediate danger, so I went to help him.”

“Uh-huh. More recently,” she says, brushing past his excuse, “You confronted your girlfriend’s stalker without your vest or gun.”

Spencer’s getting angry now. “I was trying to save Maeve. She asked me to leave them behind.”

“And you simply listened. Do you see the pattern I’m drawing here, Dr. Reid?” she asks. “These are just a few of the instances that stand out. Time and time again, you put yourself in unnecessary danger. So I’ll ask you again. Why do you think that is?”

Spencer looks over her—really looks over her, trying to understand what she’s getting at. “Are… are you suggesting that I’m suicidal?” he asks quietly.

She looks him straight in the eye. “You don’t act like someone who wants to be alive.”

It’s like she set off a bomb in his brain. Memories, and the feelings attached to them, emerge—Elle handcuffed to a seat, a teenager with a rifle, a blinding headache, Maeve and blood on the warehouse floor.

“Here’s what I see,” she says. “I see a man who’s been through so, so much. Your mother is mentally ill, your father left--”

His father is packing a suitcase. Spencer doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do or say, so he falls back on what he knows.

“Statistically, children who grow up in two-parent households attain three more years of higher education than children from single-parent households.”

It doesn’t help. “We’re not statistics, Spencer.”

“Your file says she’s staying at an institution, and with your father out of the picture, I can only assume you were the one who had her admitted--”

“Spencer, please don’t do this to me!” she cries as she’s escorted out of the house by Bennington Sanitarium’s transport staff.

“A few years into your work here at the FBI, you were kidnapped, tortured and drugged--”

He’s tired and cold and his whole body aches. Tobias—the real Tobias—looms over him with a syringe.

“Please. I don’t want it,” he pleads of his captor. “I don’t want it, please.”

The needle punctures his skin regardless.

“—you were held hostage by a cult leader--”

Emily sits across from him on the plane with a black eye. “What Cyrus did to me is not your fault.”

He pretends to agree.

“—you went through the death and reappearance of Agent Prentiss--”

He’s tried to make it clear to Jennifer that he wants to be left alone, but she won’t stop trying to talk about it with him, and he’s had enough.

“I came to your house for ten weeks in a row crying over losing a friend, and not once did you have the decency to tell me the truth.”

“—and your girlfriend was shot in front of you.”

“Who’s Thomas Merton? Who is he?” Diane demands, gun pressed against Maeve’s head.

“He’s the one thing you can never take from us,” Maeve replies, and Spencer’s heart drops. Thomas Merton is Maeve’s way of saying goodbye—she’s giving up.

“Wait!” he cries out, but it’s too late.

“This is just some of the more traumatic stuff. And then there’s what happened last month, which is why you’re here. You present a face of not being bothered by all of this, because that’s what you’ve been doing all your life, but I think you are bothered. You really, really are. And you don’t want to admit to anyone just how much it all has affected you. Maybe you don’t even want yourself to know.” Her expression and tone of voice are certain.

Spencer can’t take it anymore. The whirlwind of emotions and memories is overwhelming.

“The number of times you’ve almost died is staggering--”

“Yeah, and sometimes I wish I had!” He glares at her, breathing heavily. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”

But she doesn’t seem intimidated or alarmed at all. She leans back in her armchair. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”

The response only serves to make him angrier. She questioned him relentlessly and made him admit something he swore in the dark hours of sleepless nights that he’d never think again, never voice, let alone admit to anyone. She forced it out of him, forced. She made him say it against his will.

So why does he feel a sense of relief?

“I…” Tears well up in his eyes—real ones this time. “I’m done,” he chokes out.

He pushes himself off of the couch and out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

---

He storms in Hotch’s office and demands to see a different psychologist. But she was one step ahead of him—a few hours before the appointment, she had emailed Hotch and told him that under no circumstances should Spencer be allowed to get a clearance from someone else.

“And you’re going to believe her?” he cries.

“She’s doing her job, Reid.”

“You barely know her! You’ve known me for a decade!”

“Yes, I have,” Hotch agrees. “And you’ve told me yourself that you’ve fooled psychologists and therapists before. So if this one is saying you’re not ready yet, I’m inclined to believe her.”

Spencer just stares at him, but as usual, Hotch doesn’t blink.

“Unbelievable,” Spencer eventually mutters.

“Take the rest of the day off,” Hotch replies, glancing down at fists Spencer hadn’t realized he was clenching.

“Fine.”

Too agitated to stand in the elevator, he takes the stairs. As he stomps down them, he swears he’ll never go back to her office, even if it means never going into the field again.

A week passes, then two, and he hasn’t seen the psychologist since. But he doesn’t feel any better—he actually feels worse. It’s like her words broke a dam in his mind, in his gut, and feelings of unease and uncertainty won’t pass. It keeps him up at night. Her words echo in his head. “You don’t act like someone who wants to be alive.”

Spencer’s had yet another sleepless night and is struggling not to doze off at his desk despite the coffee he’s drinking. He stands up with the intention of splashing some water from the bathroom sink on his face, but his feet take him somewhere else.

He stares at the nameplate on the door. He swore he’d never go back, yet he feels compelled to knock.

It only takes her a few moments to answer. “Dr. Reid. Can I help you?” she asks.

“I…” He sighs. “Are you busy?”

“No. Come on in.” She steps to the side, opening the door wider to let him pass. He sits down on the couch.

She waits patiently. She doesn’t rush him. She lets him speak first.

He wrings his hands in his lap, staring down at them. “Something you said is bothering me.”

“What was it?”

“About… living,” he admits quietly. “I… I think you might have been right.”

When he gets the courage to glance up at her, he finds a soft smile on her face. “Would you like to talk about it?”

Spencer hadn’t realized he was expecting judgment and disdain until it didn’t happen. His shoulders slump down in relief. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, I think I would.”

---

“You’re still thinking about her, aren’t you?”

Spencer looks up from his paperwork, slightly out of it, to find Derek watching him. His coworker had, indeed, caught him thinking about her again. His psychologist. Well, former psychologist. After his second session back with her, she’d handed over a clearance form and a referral to a therapist outside the bureau to see long-term.

“And you better follow up with that,” she’d told him, the corner of her mouth turning up despite her serious tone of voice. “I’ll know if you don’t.”

He’d promised that he would, and had followed through. But despite the progress he was making with the new therapist, he was feeling a little disappointed that he didn’t get to see her anymore. He only saw her in passing, sometimes in the elevator or walking down the hallways of the building. They would exchange hellos, she would ask how he was doing, then give him a little wave as she left. Each time his heart would skip a beat, and he’d feel an urge to follow her to wherever she was going.

Yet he hadn’t quite realized why he seemed to be preoccupied with her until a dream he had a few weeks ago—a dream in which he found himself kissing her. Despite being alone in his bedroom, he’d woken up feeling embarrassed. He promised himself that he would put her out of his mind. Having a crush on his psychologist? It was ridiculous.

But then he saw her in the elevator a few days later and he couldn’t help but analyze her body language. It was open, and she twirled her hair around a finger while she looked at him to ask him how he was. A few other people entered the elevator on the next floor, but her attention remained on him. They were subtle signs, but signs that he recognized nonetheless—signs of attraction. And once he started seeing them, he couldn’t stop.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Spencer tells Derek, picking back up the pen he hadn’t noticed he dropped.

“You can’t pull that on me, kid,” he replies. “It’s your psychologist. You can’t stop thinking about her, can you?”

Spencer sighs. “So what if I can’t?”

“So go ask her out already!” Derek says like it’s obvious.

“You don’t think that’s just a little inappropriate?”

“You’re not seeing her as a client anymore, are you?” he points out. “Go for it, kid. You’ll regret it if you don’t.”

Spencer takes the advice—as soon as Derek said it, he knew he was right. He would regret not taking a chance on her and the connection he felt. Sure, she’d helped him with therapy, but it went deeper than that. It feels like she knows him.

He leaves the bullpen ten minutes early that evening, hoping to catch her before she leaves for the day. On her doorstep, he feels just as nervous as he did on the day he admitted that she was right, but it’s a different kind of nervous. An excited nervous. He knocks on the door.

She’s surprised when she seems him. He watches as her pupils dilate, and it boosts his confidence. “Dr. Reid. Can I help you?”

“You can. I’d like to talk,” he says.

“Oh. Well, I guess I could do that,” she says. “I thought things were going well with the therapist I referred you to, though.”

He shakes his head. “No, I don’t mean I want an appointment.”

Her eyebrows come together in confusion. “Okay, then, what do you want?”

Spencer doesn’t hesitate. “I want to take you out to dinner.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I really like you, and I think we’re meant to be together,” he replies, voice softening a bit.

She pauses before answering. When she does, her voice is gentle. “Dr. Reid, sometimes a medical professional’s care can start to feel like affection over a period of time, but--”

“No one has ever listened to me like you do,” he interrupts.

“That’s my job,” she points out.

“I’ve seen therapists before, but none of them have been like you,” he counters. “You understand me.”

She sighs. “Well, I’m glad I was a good fit and was able to help you. But that doesn’t mean that I see you as anything more than a client.”

“You’re lying.”

“Excuse me?”

“You do feel something more for me,” he says firmly, but then backtracks a little. “Well, I know you’re attracted to me at least.”

She blinks and shakes her head slightly, take aback. “Dr. Reid, this is not appropriate--”

“Please call me Spencer,” he says, then jumps into his explanation. “See, when we’re attracted to someone, our bodies display involuntary signals, and I’ve seen you do some of them when you’re around me. Whenever we run into each other here, your body will turn a little towards me and you’ll play with your hair. Your attention is almost entirely focused on me. And, when you see me, your pupils dilate. They did it when you opened the door just a few minutes ago. Oh, and I’m attracted to you, by the way,” he adds as he realizes how one-sided he’s been. “I imagine my pupils probably dilate when I see you, too.”

Her mouth opens and closes a few times, like she wants to speak but doesn’t know what to say. She looks flustered, and he wonders if maybe he’s pushed it too far or said too much, but he can’t turn back now. “So, please, let me take you out,” he says quietly. “Just… just give it a chance.”

She bites her lip and looks at the ground. There’s a crease between her eyebrows, which he’s come to learn means she’s thinking. She speaks seriously when she looks back up. “If I go out with you, I can’t treat you anymore. If you ever need another evaluation or session, you’d have to get it from someone else.”

“I know,” he says. “I get along well with the therapist you referred me to, though. And having to get clearance from a different psychologist at the bureau is something I’m willing to give up in favor of getting to know you better.”

She considers him. “You’re serious about this,” she states.

It’s not a question, but he answers it anyways. “I am.”

She tilts her head to the side, eyes unfocusing as she ponders the situation. Eventually, she says, “Let me think about it.”

It’s not exactly the answer he was hoping for, but he’ll take it.

---

It’s only six PM, but Spencer is already exhausted. He unlocks his apartment door, fully intending to collapse onto his bed, but instead receives a pleasant surprise in the form of his girlfriend waiting for him on the couch. He can’t help but smile.

“Sweetie, what are you doing here?” he asks, then adds, “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Penelope told me it was a bit of a rough case,” she replies. “And I missed you.”

She holds out her arms and he takes the invitation, joining her on the couch and laying down between her legs, placing his head on her chest. “I missed you, too.”

Her next words are overly familiar. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Hey, we agreed to no therapy,” he says. “Something about I can’t be your client anymore?”

She huffs. “This isn’t therapy. This is being a good partner.”

Spencer smiles into the fabric of her shirt, snuggling in closer. “I know, I’m just teasing you. I don’t need to talk about the case,” he says, finally answering her original question. “I feel fine now that I’m here with you.”

She lets out a pleased hum and starts running her fingers through his hair. “I ordered take-out for dinner, by the way.”

“Where from?”

“You know where.”

A wide grin spreads across his face. She must have ordered take-out from the restaurant he took her to on their first date. He lifts his head to look her in the eye. “Aren’t you glad you said yes to me all those months ago?”

“Oh, I suppose,” she says with pretend annoyance, rolling her eyes.

Then she kisses him.

Spencer’s never been so happy to be alive.

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atticuswritesstuff · 4 years ago

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Chrollo with a smarty pants/genius darling who acts out or tries to escape just because they’re bored/understimulated?

Author's note: I actually really fucking love this prompt so I am SUPER excited for this one. I too get very bored/understimulated often. Sorry, I got to it late cuz I just got back from a Montana trip!

Yandere!Chrollo x Bored!Reader

Summary: Chrollo's darling becomes bored being locked up all the time, decides to take yet another unsupervised trip out of the mansion.

Warnings: Anal/Assplay, overstimulation, punishment, spanking, mentions of blood, mentions of murder, yandere themes, BDSM themes, degradation

Character Description: afab, she/her use that's it

Word count: 4.5k

Attempt number seven. Seven times you had slipped through his fingers since the beginning of the year alone, each time becoming more and more elaborate.

Chrollo scoffed, storming through the woods, scanner in hand. It was beeping softly, indicating you weren't far.

It wasn't like you made any attempt to escape discreetly, jamming a fork into the neck of one of Chrollo's guards, puncturing his jugular before you made your way through the garden to the edge of the forest. As Chrollo watched a recording of it from the cameras, he was shocked at how nonchalantly you stabbed him before calmly walking off. If you had intended to run far, you weren't moving very fast.

The tracker started beeping a little faster now. He was getting closer.

The early April air was nipping at his cheeks, he couldn't fathom how you were out here in your pajamas, barefoot at that. Chrollo was more worried about you than just finding you. While your previous attempts had been clever, methodical, and downright genius, this time was very different to him. As far as he knew, you'd never killed anyone, and now you had decided to not only kill someone but patiently wait for him to be unfocused before sneaking upon him. You planned this.

Chrollo walked a couple more meters, finding the tracker was leading him to the nearby lake. When he came to the forest's edge, he could see you sitting at the edge of the dock, staring up at the moon.

You heard him approaching as soon as he broke through the treeline, it took him a bit longer to retrieve you than expected, although you attributed that to him thinking you were going to try and run far. A couple miles from the house wasn't necessarily far for a commoner, but this was farther than you'd ever been allowed.

Chrollo's heavy footsteps walked the length of the dock, stopping right behind you. He knew you would come quietly, after the first few times, you'd stopped escaping to try and get away, instead, you found the chase to be much more thrilling.

"Time to go, darling," He hummed nonchalantly.

"Five more minutes," You replied, swishing your feet through the near-freezing water, "The moon is so pretty tonight, wouldn't you agree?"

Chrollo gazed down at you, you were surprisingly clean considering you'd just stabbed someone. Not a single drop of blood on you anywhere. The only thing shielding you from the cold being a thin cami and a shamefully short pair of shorts.

Chrollo always admired your body, but the pajamas were a nice touch. They were a recent purchase, baby blue fabric with white lace trim, god how he wanted to tear the set off you.

"I didn't think you'd have it in you to take a man's life, darling," Chrollo stated.

"I didn't either," You chuckled, "But it's done now."

"Why not just sneak away?" He replied, sitting on the dock next to you, "He was unfocused, you could've done it easily if this was where you intended to go all along."

"You're right, I didn't have to kill him," You sighed, bringing one of your feet onto the dock, "I just wanted to see if I could. You left an anatomy book on your desk, I found the major arteries of the body to be very interesting."

"Now that I think about it," You continued, "Maybe I should've run farther, seeing you so desperately trying to find me is rather amusing."

“You enjoy being chased like a rabbit?” Chrollo mused.

“Believe it or not the thrill is more exciting than anything you’ve ever gifted to me,” You scoffed, “At least running gave me something to do that required thought. Something you seem to forget to provide.”

Poking at Chrollo’s care tactics wasn’t smart, but you didn’t know how else to get through to him that your current environment was extremely understimulating, and that you needed more. You could tell he was growing upset, but he wouldn’t dare show it outside of the house.

You pulled your knee to your chest, resting your cheek against it, "Do I have to go back?"

"Of course you do, darling," Chrollo replied, a warm hand rubbing up and down your back, "Why wouldn't you?"

You scoffed, "Probably because being a prisoner of marble and glass is dreadfully boring."

Chrollo's hand stopped, "You think the life I've worked so hard to build is boring?"

"Yup," You replied flatly, "Honestly I thought you kidnapping me would be a lot more fun, but it's even more boring than my old life."

Chrollo was becoming angrier with each word that came out of your mouth.

"Don't get me wrong, I know how hard you try, but my god I don't know how you stand it. You're sweet and all, but you're gonna bore me to death sooner or later, escaping actually gives me something to do," You hummed, pulling your other foot out of the water, "Anyways, we can go back now, this chase was more boring than I expected."

You rose from your place, turning to walk back to your cage. It took Chrollo a minute to get up and follow you, partially from the shock of your completely arrogant and nonchalant demeanor. The person you had become over the past two years almost reminded him of a certain magician he once knew.

Chrollo eyed you as your hips swayed, every muscle in your leg flexing and relaxing as you walked. It was something he adored about you, before he took you, you were one of your tribe's best, strongest dancers. The way you swayed and glided while you did the most basic of tasks was alluring to him. Now, he just watched you sit around and observe everything.

The view from walking behind you wasn't necessarily bad, though. Your pajama shorts gave him a nice view of your ass as you walked.

Sauntering through the woods, you could no longer hide how cold you were, the incessant shivering and blue tint to your skin proved that fact. Your feet even more so from being in the water.

You knew Chrollo was upset with what you'd said, you could tell immediately, but keeping the truth from him wasn't an option anymore. You had started to care for him some time ago. You really appreciated him, but god if he didn't allow you to do something you were going to lose your mind.

When you could just barely make out the edges of the garden approaching, you stopped mid-path, "Chrollo?"

He caught up to you in an instant, "Yes, darling?"

"I don't want to go back if I have to live like this," You felt tears well up in your eyes, "Please."

His hands found your hips, "Live like what? Talk to me darling, how can I make it better?"

"I don't want to just sit around and wait for you to come back. I'm tired of you being at my beck and call. O-Or just fucking sitting around waiting for you to come back," You felt a solemn tear roll down your cheek, "It's so fucking boring. Please just take me with you or give me something I can do for you or-"

"Darling," He cut you off with a firm hand over your mouth, the other still settled on your hip. He shushed you softly, lessening the pressure on your mouth, "Don't panic, I'm listening. I promise I'm hearing you, just speak slowly alright?"

You nodded, he took his hand off your mouth slowly, "Keep going, what can I do to help you?"

You thought about it, more tears spilling down your cheeks, "Take me with you. Don't leave me by myself anymore. I just want to be useful."

Scooping you up bridal style as he headed towards the garden, "I understand. Even in your old life, you were always helping others, weren't you?"

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and tucking your head into him. Closing your eyes, you breathed in his scent, trying to commit it to memory.

Chrollo's feet hit the marble floors of the hallway that led into the house, you could feel his warmth returning as he carried you inside.

"While I understand your frustrations, you did try to escape my love," He started, bringing you into your shared bedroom, "And that requires a punishment."

You winced, shaking your head against him, "Please, not again! I'm really sorry Sir I can do better-"

"No," He shushed you, setting you on the foot of the bed, "I have the solution to your problem, but only if you take your punishment, alright?"

You nodded slightly, your tear-stained cheeks slightly puffy and red from the cold.

"Alright," He purred, his hands rubbing up and down your shoulders, "I'll try to make this at least somewhat pleasant for you, ok?"

You nodded once again, finding comfort in the fact that he was at least going to please you.

"Lay back for me," He stated, pushing you back by your shoulders, "I'll be right back."

You stared up at the ceiling in anticipation, the last punishment was hard enough, but you couldn't pass up the opportunity to finally get out of the house. Chrollo had returned from the closet, setting something on the bench at the foot of the bed. He took off his shirt before crawling over you.

"You know what your punishment is, right?" He asked, a face cupping your cheek.

You nodded, "Yes, Sir."

"Good girl," He whispered, leaning down to give you the softest of kisses, just barely ghosting over your lips as he pulled the knife out of his back pocket.

Pressing it to your throat, you froze, knowing it had already begun.

"Just focus on me, darling," Chrollo whispered against your lips, "I won't cut you."

He kissed you once more, harder this time as he slowly dragged the knife down your neck. It was a 50/50 chance he would intentionally cut you, even if he said he wouldn't. It was the only thing he'd ever lied to you about, knowing that made your heart race.

His tongue invaded your mouth as he slid the knife down your chest, coming back up to cut your bralette off in between your breasts. You didn't even register the pain from him grazing you with the knife until it started throbbing.

You looked down, seeing a thin line of blood-forming directly in between your breasts.

"Whoops," he chuckled, gazing down at the same mark you were. He sat up, straddling your hips and now pinning you to the bed by your throat. Your bare chest tempted him to carve his name into your breasts, then you'd really know who you belonged to. Chrollo briefly cut the straps of your bralette, allowing the flimsy fabric to fall away, revealing your breasts to him.

Setting the knife aside, Chrollo dragged his nails down your chest, briefly squeezing your waist before leaning down to press open-mouthed kisses all over your neck. He trailed downwards, backing off the bed as he kissed your waist, your breasts, swirling his tongue around each of your nipples lightly before backing off entirely.

"Turn over," Chrollo demanded.

"No." You said timidly, propping yourself up on your elbows.

"I'm sorry?" Chrollo replied smugly, "Wanna repeat that, darling?"

"I said n-no," You said, now even quieter than before.

"No? You don't want to be punished?" He asked, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs teasingly.

You shook your head to confirm that you indeed did not want to be punished in the way he was thinking.

"Even after killing my guard and escaping? You sure you don't want to be punished?" He asked again, his condescending tone making you whimper as you shook your head again.

Chrollo sighed, "Very well."

What? He's serious?

Untying the bandana from his forehead, he was quick to grab your hands and tie them together, placing them above your head, "I'll please you since I know that's what you really want."

Your heart jumped in your chest, somehow excited at the fact that you had gotten out of it.

Chrollo wasted no time cutting your shorts off, leaving you completely naked and exposed to him. He brought your legs up to the edge of the bed, bending them close to your chest, "Stay like this for a moment, ok?"

You gave him brief 'mhm' before he left, crossing the room to his chest of drawers. You heard him open it, the soft sound of things being moved around before he quickly came back. Craning your neck up to see what had been retrieved, you were quickly thwarted by Chrollo who pushed your head back down.

"Patience," He sighed, "Be a good girl now, hm?"

You grumbled, but let him hold you down. You knew this routine all too well, reminiscing about the fond memories of your legs pulling against the rope he was now starting to tie around your ankles. He took the time to tie up each leg, making sure they would not be able to come out of the bent position he'd placed them in.

"So pretty," Chrollo cooed, rubbing his hands up and down your waist, "Alright darling, eyes closed."

You shut your eyes as he brought a blindfold to your eyes, the soft silk being tied around the back of your head.

"There, now that you can't fight me," He started, using brute force to flip you over so you were bent over the edge of the bed, knees on the bench, "We can begin your punishment."

"That's not fair Si-"

A sharp smack was delivered to your ass, "Hush."

You went quiet, whimpering into the plush comforter.

"You"

Smack.

"Broke"

Smack.

"My"

Smack.

"Rules"

Each word was punctuated by a harsh spanking to one of your ass cheeks. You were only four in and it already stung.

"I'm sorry!" You cried, trying to wriggle away from Chrollo, "Please Sir!"

"Mm, please what darling? Please punish you?" He hummed, rubbing your bottom with smooth circles.

"Nuh!" You whined, your voice becoming whinier under the threat of fully submitting.

"I told you I would please you, but only if you took your punishment like a good girl," Chrollo hummed, leaving a kiss on each cheek, "Do you really expect me to please you when you're not going to comply darling?"

You whined, wiggling a bit more.

"What do good girls say, darling?" Chrollo asked, softly rubbing your arched back.

"P-please," You huffed.

"Please what, love?" He replied, quietly undoing the bottle of lube he had brought to the bed.

"Please punish me," You whispered, "Sir."

"That's my good girl," He hummed.

Chrollo squirted a bit of lube onto his first two fingers, letting it warm a bit before bringing them to your ass. Mewling as Chrollo started rubbing your puckered hole, he wasted no time plunging a digit into your ass.

"Fuck!" You cried out, feeling him slipping in and out up to his first knuckle. You shook against the rope.

"Aww, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were starting to enjoy this." He teased, pushing his finger up to his second knuckle, "You're taking me so well, I can only imagine how well you're going to do later."

You gave him a long, drawn-out moan in response. He wanted you to beg, either for more or for him to stop, either way, he wanted you to be a mess.

The discomfort started to fade as he pushed his two fingers fully into you. Now, you could feel your arousal dripping as he steadily finger-fucked your ass, trying to stretch you out best he could with just two fingers.

"Already taking my fingers so well," Chrollo cooed, picking up the pace, "I think you're ready to be punished, don't you?"

You shook your head, knowing what would come next.

"Oh come now, don't be like that darling." He replied, slowly pulling his fingers from your tight hole.

You whined at the loss of contact, while it wasn't quite the pleasure you wanted, it was starting to feel good. You waited patiently as Chrollo left the bed, finding the necessary tools needed in his bedside drawer before coming back to the bench.

In one hand, he held a set of purple anal beads that gradually got bigger, in the other, a vibrating wand he fully intended on using on you. While the vibrator wasn't ever used during a punishment, Chrollo saw it to be a mercy for your honesty, therefore, he would keep his word, making his punishment at least somewhat pleasurable for you.

"Tonight's going to be a bit different, love," Chrollo started, setting the vibrator on the bench, he began covering the anal beads in a generous amount of lube, "I need you to trust me, ok?"

You didn't know what he meant by different, you assumed more painful, but knew that there would be no pleasure without pain, "I trust you."

"Good," He hummed, rubbing the first ball against your lubed hole, "You ready?"

Your faint 'mhm' had Chrollo pushing the first ball in, earning a whimper from you. It wasn't much bigger than Chrollo's finger, but you could still feel it. Mere seconds later, he was pushing the second ball in, the equivalent to a little more than two of his fingers.

You were quietly whimpering and mewling into the comforter, hoping he wouldn't hear how much you were enjoying the slow stretch.

"I need your hands," Chrollo announced, pulling you firmly upward by your shoulders, "Put them here."

He shoved your arms down toward your pussy before pushing you back down on your chest. Before, your hands had been resting on the comforter above your head. Now, they were firmly squished between your thighs. You felt Chrollo press something round into your hands before tying your wrists up. Mid-tie, he readjusted the foreign object to rest against your clit.

The vibrator.

You began to squirm a little bit, knowing that this is what he meant by tonight being a little different. You waited patiently as he tied the ropes tight, making sure you wouldn't be able to move it away, then he turned it on.

"Ah...oh fuck," You moaned, the vibrator already working to make you come undone, "Sir.."

Your moans were becoming more sultry, needier, you began panting as your legs worked up to a steady shake, he knew he would break you tonight at this rate.

"See? I told you I would please you," Chrollo hummed, pushing the next ball in, you cried out even louder, "You have permission to cum whenever you'd like."

Knowing this was going to make it a lot harder, he wanted you to submit, to break, "D..Da-Ah!"

You were stuttering as the next ball was pushed in, your asshole stretching around it.

"What was that? I don't think I heard you, princess," Chrollo teased.

"Daddy!" You wailed, giving into the submission he so desperately wanted. Your pussy began fluttering around nothing as the vibrator sent deep shock waves through your pussy, "Please!"

"Please what, princess?" He smiled, palming your ass cheeks.

"Please punish me!" You moaned, needing more stimulation, "I'm sorry I tried to escape! I've been a bad girl!"

The sight of you writhing under him was pathetic, you were truly becoming a mess and he hadn't even really touched you. Seeing how hard you were trembling, Chrollo took pity on you. Watching your pretty pussy clench and release, needing some form of stimulation, he decided to at least grant you this mercy.

Plunging two fingers into your dripping hole, he crooked his fingers, quickly finding your g-spot, "Is this what my darling needs?"

"Yes! Oh, fu-fuck please daddy!" You moaned, fucking yourself on his fingers, "Gonna cum!"

"You have permission princess, it's ok," Chrollo reaffirmed, working his fingers inside you.

It only took seconds, the knot that had been building inside you finally burst, causing you to clench around his fingers. The vibrator held firm against your clit after, the pleasure becoming painful. You started to cry through the blindfold.

Chrollo licked the mess off his fingers before slowly starting to pull the anal beads out one by one. You whined and whimpered as he did so, the action only causing you to clench to avoid feeling empty. It did nothing, Chrollo continued to pull the remaining few beads out, your asshole gaping slightly

"Mm, you're doing so well baby," Chrollo sighed, pulling his own pants down. Pumping his cock a few times before rubbing the crown of it up and down your slick.

"Daddy! D-Don't do that!" You whined, trying to pull away from his ministrations.

"What? This?" Chrollo asked innocently, repeating the action.

You lost it, cumming on the spot as the tip ghosted over your pussy, your shame covered your face in a heavy blush. It barely took anything for you to cum with the stupid vibrator continuing to buzz against your clit at the highest setting.

"S-Sorry daddy.." you slurred, still trembling as you felt your mind go blank.

"Aww, is my baby that much of a cock drunk little slut?" Chrollo teased, pressing the tip of his painfully erect cock into your ass, "I know you are, my pretty little darling wanted to be punished this whole time, huh?"

You heard him, but could barely form enough of a sentence to answer.

Chrollo pushed into you slowly, relishing in the tightness of your ass, your gummy walls fluttering around him as you were overstimulated. The feeling of being full had your tongue lolling out of your mouth.

Once fully seated inside you, Chrollo slowly dragged his nails along your back before palming your ass. Pulling your ass cheeks apart with his thumbs, he gave a few long, slow thrusts, watching the way you clenched around his cock.

"Fuck," Chrollo moaned, "I almost don't even want to punish you with the way this tight little ass wraps around my cock."

You could only moan in response, trembling as he continued his tortuously slow pace.

"How many spankings do you think you'll receive from tonight's actions, princess?" Chrollo halted, only halfway inside as his hands trailed upwards along your outer thighs, "I think forty is a good number? What say you, love?"

"Nuh-uh!" You cried, wiggling against his touch as one of his hands left your skin, "Thirty!"

Chrollo chuckled at your offer, "I was originally going to settle for twenty-five, but thirty works for me, darling."

With a crushing force, Chrollo's hand came down.

Smack!

"Count, or I'll start over," Chrollo demanded.

"O-One," You whispered.

His other hand rose while the other soothed the spot he had just spanked.

Smack!

"Two!"

Smack!

"Three," Chrollo's hands were relentless, switching cheeks each time he smacked you in order to give your poor skin a break. He was merciful enough to rub the spot he had spanked before doing it again.

It took minutes to work your way up to the end, you came twice throughout the process as the vibrator held firm against your clit.

Smack!

"Twenty-eight!"

Smack!

"Twenty-nine!"

Smack!

"Th-Thirty!" You were sobbing, shaking uncontrollably under the weight of Chrollo's punishment.

"There we go, all done," Chrollo cooed, softly rubbing your cherry-red ass as he set another slow pace, "You did so well for me, darling."

A warmth grew in your chest, you really did enjoy being praised by Chrollo, even if it was after a punishment with his dick in your ass. He enjoyed it too, loving the way you clenched around his cock each time he spanked you, it took a lot of focus to not cum mid punishment.

You were writhing the pressure in your core already starting to build again, your trembling never stopped, even throughout your punishment. Chrollo kept up his word to please you, but god at what cost?

"I want you to cum for me again, angel," Chrollo hummed, his hands finding your waist as he began picking up the pace, "I want to absolutely ruin you."

"No no no! Daddy, I can't!" You sobbed, knowing you would be doing more than just cumming if this kept up.

"Oh? Is my princess trying to hide the pretty mess I know she can make?" Chrollo asked, knowing what you were implying.

Grabbing the knife, he cut the ropes from your legs. He rolled your limp form over onto your back, yanking the blindfold off so he could watch as you helped overstimulate yourself. With one arm by your head to support himself, he guided his cock back into your ass, resuming the brutal pace he set.

You held Chrollo's gaze as he went absolutely feral, drilling your ass while holding one of your legs up over his shoulder. You could barely conceal your tears at this point, broken moans showing him just how bad you needed a break, but he was intent on making you squirt before he stopped.

"I know you need this," Chrollo purred, pressing his forehead to yours, "Just give in to my love, your body wants this."

You started to shake harder, legs trembling even more aggressively, he was pushing you to the edge.

"Fuck! Da...Daddy," You groaned, knowing you were only seconds away, "Kiss me, p-please."

Pulling you into his lips as you came, your screams and cries muffled against Chrollo's lips as you drenched his cock and thighs with your cum. You barely registered the feeling of his cock throbbing as he filled your ass with cum. It took several seconds for your orgasm to stop before you were finally able to collapse back onto the bed.

Chrollo was quick to shut the vibrator off as he pulled out, knowing your body had enough. He admired the way his cum began slowly trickling out of your ass while he untied your hands.

"You did so well, darling," Chrollo praised, leaving soft kisses on the inside of your calf, "So so good."

His kisses trailed upwards, his lips softly tickling your thighs as he caressed them. He continued upward with his continued praise and love, making sure each part of you had received some form of physical attention before kissing you passionately.

You were still panting, your heart thrumming in your ears as he brushed your hair away from your face. At least he held true to his word.

With your hands now free, you pulled him in for another kiss, wanting to stay enveloped in his warmth forever.

"So, my little brat," He started, interlacing his fingers with yours, "Was this enough of a cure for your boredom?"

You giggled, giving him a weak smile, "It was, but as I recall, you mentioned what sounded like a more long-term solution to this problem."

"Ah, that," Chrollo sighed, rolling over next to you. You turned on your side the best you could as he gazed up at the ceiling, "I was thinking you could officially become a spider."

Your breath hitched in your throat, "You mean like part of the phantom-troupe?"

"Yes," He replied curtly, "You'd be with me all day every day, same rules apply, but it would give you a chance to use that intelligence of yours."

You grinned, thinking it over, "Sure, why not?"

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peer pressure [jo wilson]

jo wilson x reader

requested by anon: hey there! i saw you accept requests for greys anatomy, so i was wondering if you could write for jo wilson? she's dating y/n in secret bc the two of them are still figuring out their relationship. y/n is brought to the hospital and since no one knows about the two, jo is assigned to operate on her but jo gets really stressed and panicked, not wanting to mess up. protective jojo would be sweet <3

warning: shooting, blood

*not my gif*

The sound of a phone ringing awoke you from your peaceful slumber. You grabbed the pillow from next to you as you threw your head over it. A familiar weight on top of you.

“Jo,” she just hummed in response, “Jo, your phone,”

Her head immediately shoots up and grabs it off your bedside table, but not before elbowing your stomach in the process. You let out a groan, “Oops, sorry love,”

“Hello,” her voice rang out as she answered her phone, “Okay I’ll be right there!”

You remove the pillow off your face as she hung up, “I have an emergency surgery that I need to scrub in on. You’ll pick me up, right?”

“Same spot, in. my dark ominous tinted car,” I joked with her and she jokingly rolled her eyes. You paused before continuing to talk, “Have you thought about us? I know after Alex you weren’t sure if you wanted to date again, but I don’t know if we’ve been going on dates and getting closer. I know you want to be ready-”

She leaned over as she changed into a pair of scrubs that she kept at your place, just in case stuff like this happened, and placed a soft kiss to your lips.

“We’ll talk about when I get back, okay?” you let out a sigh knowing that this isn’t the first time that she avoided the conversation, but you put on a tight lipped smile before nodding.

“I’ll call you when I’m off,” she shouted before walking out the door.

“Okay, I love you. Go save some lives Supergirl!” you shouted back, but it was too late the door was closed.

That’s what you always did, you always shouted it right as the door closed, because you knew that she wouldn’t reciprocate those feelings.

You understood her need to keep her walls up. She was married to Alex and then he just up and left, but you wanted more than hiding on a corner block away from the hospital just so her friends wouldn’t see.

You looked at the time on your clock and let out another groan. There was no point in trying to get a little more sleep. You rolled out of bed to get ready for your day at work.

The day was a little cold compared to the fast few days. But you continued your walk towards the familiar coffee shop you stopped in every morning before work. However, today was different, through the coffee shop window you could see a heated argument occurring.

You bursted into the coffee shop to see your usual barista Kate shaking in fear. The man turned around and he had a gun in his hand. You put your hands up immediately knowing what to do in a situation like this.

“Hello sir, whatever you need we can give it to you,” you told him, trying to ease the situation.

“I want the money that’s in the register!” he screamed.

You shook your head, “Okay, you got it. Just put the gun down please,” he slowly lowered the gun and you gave Kate a nod, “Unlock the register, it’s going to be okay,”

Just when you think you’re safe and the man’s about to leave. His ski mask slips off his face and you breathe out a sigh, knowing now that you’re a liability.

“Shit!” he yells, pointing the gun back at you and Kate.

“Just go, we won’t say a word,” you told him.

He shook his head, “I can’t let you do that,”

And with that a shot rang through the coffee shop. You felt your body go cold as you fell onto the floor, clutching your side.

Then you could see him point his gun at Kate, so you did what you were taught to do. You got up quickly from off the floor as you stood in front of her. The bullet hit your shoulder as you fell down once more. Before another shoot could ring out, you could see the blurry visions of officers behind him.

Your breathing started to become ragged as the blood starts to leave your body bit by bit, “Kate...” you whispered and she looked at you panic in her eyes, “I need you to put pressure on my wound, okay? I’m losing too much blood to-to do it myself,”

But before you could feel any pressure, your vision slowly faded away.

“Y/N, you don’t have to pick me up right now. There was a robbery at the coffee shop, there’s one injured and I was assigned. I’ll call you again when I’m done,” Jo spoke into the phone after trying to call you three times.

Jo immediately ran out to the parking lot where the ambulance park. The paramedics arriving right as she got out there. They burst through the ambulance door as Jo went over to them.

“What have we got?” she asked, not giving a look at the patient for just a second.

“We found the ID of Detective Y/N Y/L/N,” the paramedic said.

With that Jo immediately lifted her head from the bullet wound and saw your pale face going in and out of consciousness. A pit falling into her stomach as she completely blocked out everything else.

“Y/N,” she whispered, fear evident in her eyes.

You looked at her with a loopy smile, grabbing a hold of her hand, and squeezing it with all your might. You could feel your eyes start to slip away again, “I-I love you,”

Your eyes shut as you slipped out into unconsciousness, “Dr. Wilson,” the paramedic said sternly, “She’s losing too much blood we got to get her to an OR,”

“Right, yeah. Get her to OR one,”

They placed you on the OR table as you were blacked out. The loss of blood making it too hard to stay awake. They hooked you up to the anesthesia before opening up your side.

“We’re ready Dr. Wilson,” the anesthesiologist said.

Her hands started to shake with the scalpel in her hand. Thoughts rushing through her mind.

Focus Jo, just focus.

But her thoughts wouldn’t quiet, “Dr. Wilson, is everything okay?”

She shook her head, “No, someone grab my phone and get Dr. Grey on the phone,”

A nurse immediately grabbed her phone and dialed Dr. Grey, “Wilson, what’s going on?”

“I need you to get to the OR as soon as possible,” she said, her voice slightly cracking.

“I’m on my way,”

Jo spotted Meredith walk into the OR, “I need you to do this procedure, please,”

“Why?” Meredith asked as she immediately took Jo’s place, but Jo didn’t respond, “Wilson, if I’m going to take over for you I need to know why because this is a simple find the bleeder,”

“This is Detective Y/N Y/L/N, she’s my-” Jo starts before the tears started getting choked up, “I don’t know what we are, I’d always avoid the conversation, but they-”

“They mean a lot to you,” Meredith finished and Jo nodded.

“Can I stay here with you? I don’t wanna leave their side,” Jo whispered.

“Only if you tell me about them,”

Jo pulled out a seat and watched as Meredith worked on you. She told Meredith everything about what was going on.

“They always asked me about us and what I wanted us to be. They were always ready for a relationship, they wanted to make things official but I-I just couldn’t,” she whispered.

“What was holding you back?” Meredith said as she used the suction to take the bleeders out of you.

“I guess I was scared, Alex left and I met Y/N and I fell for them each more every day. The thought of losing them or I guess them abandoning me, I couldn’t take it,” Jo said, staring at your face.

She ran her thumb over your cool skin and smiled at you with tears in her eyes, “Every time I left their apartment, I’d give them a kiss, and I’d say bye. Right as I shut the door I hear them call out and say ‘I love you! Go save some lives Supergirl!’. I never said it back, I need to say it back,”

“And you’ll be able to, they’re stable. We’ll take them to the ICU and they’ll be able recover nicely,” Meredith replied as she stitched you up, “Just make sure you tell them this time,”

You awoke to the sound of soft beeping noises and a bright light on your face. The familiar weight that’s usually on top of you when you woke up was right there.

Your eyes fluttered opened as you see that you’re at Grey Sloan Memorial. The familiar weight was indeed Jo, sleeping peacefully on your chest in her navy blue scrubs.

“Jo,” you whispered and she stirred awake looking up at you.

“You’re awake,” she whispered, holding you even tighter.

You let out a soft groan, “Ouch love, that’s the wound,”

“Oops sorry love!” she exclaimed once more and you laughed softly.

“It’s okay. Not that I’m complaining, but I’m surprised you’re on top of me. I know we’ve been keeping us a secret,” you asked, kind of confused.

She looked at you with a guilty look in her eyes, “I'm sorry. I was scared, after Alex, I didn’t think I’d find love again. But then you, you came, and every day I fell in love with you more and more. I never wanted to talk about what we were because the thought of you abandoning me like everyone else did killed me. So I thought if there’s no label and you leave I won’t get hurt,”

“But then I heard the paramedics ID you and the thought of losing you without telling you how much I love you killed me more. I can’t lose you Y/N,” she whispered, “I love you so much and I can’t lose the person who put me back together,”

You cupped her cheeks softly and kissed her sweetly. As soon as you pulled away you placed your foreheads together, “So we’re dating?” you teased and she laughed softly before nodding, “I love you so much. I’m not going anywhere,”

“Good,” she kissed you once more, “Just please no more jumping in front of bullets,”

“What? You can’t be the only one who saves lives,” you teased, but you could tell that she was being serious.

“I know that’s your job, but seriously love you weren’t even off the clock. I need you with me,”

“Then with you is where I’m going to be,” you kissed her forehead before she settled back into your arms, holding you tighter than ever before.

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