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jadelynlace · 3 years

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Hey just went on a 4.5 hr binge reading your amazing work!! I was just wondering if you could do somthing with ivar reacting to the reader saying she is pregnant and his reaction to when she's in labour? In ink drinker?? You're amazing and I love your work!

Hello! That’s so sweet of you, thank you. Welcome to the crazy world!

And I know I said my requests are closed but Ivar & kids? The kill shot. It’s long & funny & emotional and I hope you all enjoy. I cried.

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You were late. You were late and in your haste of life, you only noticed two weeks past where you should have.

“I’m late” You texted Ivar.

“For work?” Is what he replies.

You nearly threw your phone across the threshold, the cry of delirious laughter on your lips at Ivar’s far too perfectly timed response. It had been madness with him back at work; catching up on two years' worth of delays, overbooking himself, and coming home in the middle of the night. Sleep was never easy for him, he had turned into a man who needed an orgasm to so simply think about closing his eyes. And the nights of fumblings between the sheets, soft moans and heavy breathing, Ivar telling you how he loves you, only helped him.

And you knew his pullout game sucked.

The magenta double lines that grace you back from the porcelain sink hitch your breath. After a step closer, two glances back, they remain there, almost smiling up at you. You can’t dwell on those marks, already telling yourself the tale that it was incorrect, but the other two tests, of the other two manufacturers, yielded the same promise. An ocean of chill runs down your spine, tugging against your tailbone and snapping into you like a pluck of a guitar string, propelling the sensation through to your toes. Finding your hand across your abdomen was a motion you didn’t even realize you had started, but the path was so plain. If your heart could leap from your chest and hug you back, it would.

When you hear the creak of the garage door it’s not nearly as late as you had thought Ivar would be home. The medley of vegetables in one pot, the boiling pasta in the other, and before you can even speak, Ivar wraps himself against your back.

“Hey, handsome,” You hum, melting against him and he only squeezes tightly.

“Hey, baby,” His lips rasp into your hair. “Missed you today,” Ivar adds as his nose trails the curve of your skull. “Are you making pasta primavera?”

“Yes,” You sigh and you’re certain you could fall asleep like this. “I got you something,” You then say, still swaying slightly with Ivar.

“Yeah?” He rasps, finally pulling away from you for you to turn. His hair is already down, glasses where they belong for once, and he smiles when you catch his gaze. You’re quick to scurry away, yelling something about turning off the stove, and then you’re back, a small package in your hands.

“It’s the most expensive gift I’ve gotten you,” You tease as the box shrinks when it’s in Ivar’s grasp.

“I told you that I don’t want another mustang, baby,” Ivar replies, pulling the ribbon off. “I like my Jeep.”

“It’s not….it’s not a mustang,” You snort.

“Oh, thank god,” Ivar says, shivering slightly as the thought leaves him.

“You’ll like it, I promise,” You nudge and he finally lifts up the lid. You thought you could hear his breathing hitch, fuzziness in his eyes already starting as the positive pregnancy tests stare back at him.

“No you’re not,” Ivar whimpers, “Are you fucking with me?” And his voice is meek, drowned out with emotion and you only tear up too. “No, you’re not,”

“We’re gonna have a baby, Ivar,” Are the first words out of your mouth. “You’re gonna be a dad,” You say, watching how his eyes move to your face, towards the test, shocked, mouth agape and he only whimpers. When he sets the box on the counter you’re there to wrap to fill his grasp. Falling into his arms and you can hear the slight sniffle from above you. It pulls one from you too, finally grasping the mental concept that Ivar really has dreamt about this moment his whole life. You wiggle slightly, pulling back and Ivar’s hands are still on your hips. With red eyes, he moves one paw to wipe the tear that’s threatening to escape.

“I love you,” Ivar whispers and it makes you laugh when you repeat it back, hands on his cheeks as you bring your mouth to his. The kiss isn’t hurried, Ivar’s lips move as though he’s hardly focusing on the task and you can hear another sniffle as you pull back. Forehead resting along his and his eyes are closed.

“I found out this morning,” You whisper to him.

“I’m waiting to wake up from the dream,” Ivar replies, and his eyes are still shut as he speaks.

“Your pullout game sucks, Ivar,” You say and that makes him laugh, thick from his stomach, and his eyes finally open as he pulls you to rest against him.

“This isn’t news to me, Y/N,” Ivar says. “I can’t believe we’re gonna have a baby,” He adds and when he does a new wave of tears starts in his eyes.

“Your mother is going to castrate you,” You say into the cotton of his shirt and he laughs again. “You and me Ivar,”

“Against the world,” He replies. “And as parents.”

His phone rings from next to him, your name on Ivar’s screen, and halfway through his sentence, he stops to smile. Excusing himself for a moment, he answers:

“Hey baby, I’m just finishing up with a client, I’ll call you right back,” And the line goes dead. You blink to yourself several times when you hear silence in your ear and as you look to the towel at your feet, you almost feel as though you’re going to cry.

After ten minutes you stop caring if he’s shooting the breeze with the person, and you’re dialing for him again as you lean against the kitchen counter.

“Hey, baby,” Ivar answers and it pulls the anger, anxiety from you and you suck in a deep breath. “Baby?”

“My water broke,” You simply say.

“When?” Ivar asks quickly and he’s standing, leaning his shoulder to hold his phone as he throws the closest thing he can reach in Sigurd’s direction. White eraser bouncing in front of him as he moves his gaze from his magazine to Ivar. “I’ll be right there,” He says. “Her water broke,” He calls to Sigurd and the man only offers a thumbs up.

“Ivar—fuck—Ivar listen to me, do not drive like a mad man,” You grit into your phone. “I need you here for this, alright?” Your words fall as he climbs into the Jeep.

“I won’t,” Ivar replies softly. “I promise. I’ll see you in a minute, alright?”

“Alright,” You say back.

“How far apart are they?” Ivar asks and you only smile.

“Still far enough,”

“We’re going to get to meet her,” Ivar whispers and it makes your smile bigger.

His next call is to Floki, the phone ringing through Bluetooth and there’s a hum when he answers.

“Yeeeeeeees, Ivar?” Floki sings.

“Y/N’s water broke, I’m on my way home,” Ivar replies, and the laugh he’s known his whole life rings through the man’s mouth.

“Take a deep breath for me,” Floki says.

“I’ve taken several since I got into my car,” Ivar replies. “It’s the only thing keeping me from bursting into flames.” And they both laugh.

“I’ll head to the shop now, keep me in the loop. Oh—and Ivar, you have two hands. If she has to break one as she delivers your baby girl, so be it.” And the line goes dead. Ivar groans, his heart hammering behind his seatbelt and he doesn’t even bother to turn the car off when he parks in the driveway.

You’re in the same spot, hand crossing the bump and your eyes are stuck on the clock when you hear the door open. Another press of pain mangles its way through you, as if your guts are trying to come through your navel. Ivar calls your name and you turn, a soft smile on your face.

“Just put everything in the car,” You say and Ivar nods, completely ignoring your direction and coming towards you.

“I know you’re a medic—I know how many babies you’ve delivered with Hvitserk there, but this is different,” Ivar hums as he tips your chin, sealing the words to your mouth as he kisses you. “This is our baby,”

“I’m scared,” You whisper and Ivar moves his arms around to your back.

“I am too,” He admits. “Let’s get to the hospital,”

Despite how the nurse offers the wheelchair, you shake your head; walking has been the only aid to your contractions and she nods. Ivar’s hand is in yours as you’re laying along with the linens, thumb brushing your knuckles and he’s on his phone.

“Did you call your mom?” You ask.

“No,” He answers, eyes not moving to yours. “Only Floki so he can get to the shop. You need to focus on you right now,” He says, finally lifting his head to look at you. Brows towards the ceiling and the small smirk only makes you pout.

“You should try to get some sleep—”

“Baby,” Ivar says and you nod. Ivar moves only minutes later, sketchbook taking up his lap as his hand stays with yours. Your phone buzzes with a Snapchat from Hvitserk, quick zooming in of Engine 1 as one of the firefighters walk by it. You take the liberty to pan the room, from your gown-covered self, Ivar to your left and back to the windows on the other side. Less than ten seconds pass before his contact picture graces your screen.

“That’s how you tell me?” Hvitserk all but shrieks and even Ivar can hear it through the phone. “How long have you been there?”

“A few hours,” You answer back.

“Guys! Our Lieutenant’s in labor!” Hvitserk calls to the guys. “Put me on speaker—Ivar?”

“What, brother?” Ivar groans back.

“When we work labor calls, I always tell the mother that I have two hands—”

“And if she needs to break one so be it,” Ivar finishes for him, and his brother whines. “Floki said the same thing.”

“Fucking Floki,” Hvitserk mumbles. “We’ll be thinking about you two, and send us pictures.”

“You don’t want a video?” You tease.

“Nope—I know you well, but I don’t need to know you that well!” Hvitserk laughs.

“Oh, come on, it can be practice for you and Thora,” and you can see the man blush without even being in front of him. “I’ll keep you in the loop.”

“You’ve got this,” Hvitserk says and the line goes dead.

By the fourth time you find your legs in the stirrups, you’re about ready to take one out to grant the nurse’s face. The needle for the epidural was big, it was big enough that Ivar didn’t even look, that you as a regular needle handler, even felt shy from. When you feel the contraction roll through only a few seconds after the last one, you nudge Ivar. His head on your shoulder flies up and your look answers his question before he even has to ask it.

“Dad, are you cutting the cord?” The nurse asks and Ivar looks back at you as if he needs your permission before he can think of an answer.

“Yes,” Ivar says back and he’s by your side, hand tracing your bent knee, sliding your thigh and it helps to calm you. Before your first push, you’re already crying, Ivar’s there to pull the hair from your face as it sticks to where you’ve started to sweat. As you curse him, his last name, his size and weak pull-out game and Ivar only agrees with each word as they come through your lips. Before you’ve even crowned you’ve decided that you don’t want to do this anymore.

“I hate you right now,” You hiss, and Ivar nods.

Twelve hours of sitting, standing, walking, swaying, trying almost everything in the manual to help progress her just a bit further than the last hour. Ivar adorned in scrubs, trying to contain his excitement, your partner in crime trying to experience it with you as well as he could, attempting to leech some of the pain in the meantime.

One week shy of her due date, Ivar’s there to see his daughter born. Through tears and strings of curse words, sweat-slick clothes, she is finally here. Watering eyes flicking to yours as her cry fills the room. Your whine is there next and she’s against your chest the minute she’s able. IV poked hand coming to cup her diapered rear, head against the pillow and you’re crying. You’re crying as Ivar’s lips brush your hairline, as he’s crying, as the head nurse films the moment per your request. Ivar studies the newborn in utter disbelief, eyes switching from its cotton-covered head to your face, overstuffed with pure adoration.

“I’m so proud of you,” Ivar whispers in your ear, his hand covering yours over the child you two created together.

“Look at her, Ivar,” You whisper and he is, he hasn’t stopped yet, the tuft of dark hair on her head that matches his own as her small hands balled into fists. His daughter laying against your chest and he has to wipe his eyes. There’s an upset from her for a brief moment, wiggle and a cry, and instinctively Ivar’s lips shush her, his voice lulling through her ears and she quiets. “That’s your dad,” You say to her.

Ivar’s moment for the skin on skin finally came and he’s next to you. Seated, shirt off, and the nurse hands him the bundle. Pink cotton on an inked chest as Ivar’s hand pats her bottom, nearly swarming the infant as a whole. You can’t hear him, but you see his lips moving, eyes peeking down at the bundle that’s looking up at him. A full conversation on his side and you’re tearing up again, snapping a picture for Hvitserk, your parents, and his, for Floki and Ivar laughs as he watches her yawn.

“Oh, am I boring you, miss?” Ivar coos and you smile. “I know you’ve had such a big day,” He says. “You have no idea how loved you already are.”

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halstudandruz · 5 years

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Lost Time (NSFW)

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Kevin Atwater x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Time to unwind after jealousy rears its head; “So are we going to do this already or what?”

Warnings: Smut (18+), swearing

A/N: First time writing Kev and only makes sense for it to be smut. 🤷‍♀️

It had been a long week. After hours of work the guy was finally behind bars just in time for the weekend. It had been a long month actually ever since the new girl had come into Intelligence. You weren’t one that usually got jealous and if you did, you hid it well, but Vanessa struck a chord with you. It was no secret that you liked Kevin. Everyone in Intelligence knew it, Voight even knew, which is why you two were rarely paired together, having a stack of HR forms handy. You even thought Kevin knew. It wasn’t like you didn’t flirt. That was pretty much your entire relationship from the beginning. You were just playing it out, kind assuming it to be official on the back burner even though you two had never said anything. The thing was everytime you two got close to being physical, other than touching of arms and hands, he backed away. Making you more confused than ever, but there was no reason to rush it. It would happen in time, or you would at least get answers within time. Neither of you were going anywhere. Well that’s what you thought.

Listening to Kevin over the earpiece as he flirted with her at the bar made your skin crawl. This wasn’t the first time he had done it, and you knew it was for the job, but it just made you more uncomfortable than anytime before, and you hadn’t even seen her up to this point. Until you did and it all made sense. You had busted in with plans of taking her down, but quickly learned she was actually undercover as well. Leading her to work with you all in intelligence. She was gorgeous and seemed to be a great cop, and then she was thrown into the test and your jealousy came in full force. Kevin taking her under his wing before she was even through the door on her first day. Ever since she officially earned her spot your time with Kevin had deteriorated. He stopped bringing you coffee in the morning, he invited her to Molly’s instead of you, and you were hurt. It was like he was completely replacing you with Vanessa, and you may have thought you were exaggerating but everyone had seen it. Tension grew with each day, but you made it a mission to keep it out of your work. However, tonight you were ready to get absolutely obliterated with your friends. You were at a table with Kim, Adam, Hailey, and Jay already on your second drink.

“Why won’t you just let me say something to him?” Kim pushed.

“Because it is what it is. If that’s what he wants then whatever I have to get over it.” You shrugged trying to keep your cool despite the jealousy that had been rising with each day in the past month. You were never one to show or spill your emotions.

“[Y/N], stop act-” She continued.

“Seriously guys, it’s fine. Can we just please focus on something else.” You begged feeling your emotions building, scared they could break at any moment. They apologized changing the subject as your swirled your straw in your drink just as Kevin came walking in Vanessa trailing right behind him. “She’s like a damn dog. Always up his ass.” You grumbled earning a laugh from the group as they walked over, drinks in hand.

“What’s so funny?” Kevin asked sliding in the chair next to you and Vanessa sitting beside him on the other side. You shrugged attention going back to your drink. They joined in the conversation Kevin resting his hand on your thigh, nothing out of the ordinary, but you pushed it away gently not meeting his eyes. You watched him cock his head out of the corner of your eye at your action. He gently placed his hand back on your thigh squeezing it to get your attention. Sighing to yourself you turned to him, face blank. “What’s wrong, hun?” He whispered to you. You could see some of the eyes around the table watching you.

“Nothing. I’m fine.” You answered turning back to listen to Jay, leaving Kevin’s hand where it was this time. But the jealousy quickly returned, coursing through your veins when you realized, a few minutes later, he was whispering to Vanessa making her giggle. You tensed at the action excusing yourself, walking towards the bar regardless of your still half full cup sitting next to Sylvie who was talking to Kidd.

“Hey [Y/N].” She greeted smiling sweetly. You nodded in response taking a long sip of your drink. “See she’s on board already.” Sylvie laughed gesturing towards you.

“On board with what?” You asked.

“Stella and I were just talking about how we need another girl’s weekend. It’s been too long.” She explained.

“I concur.” You nodded sighing heavily.

“Great! I’ll start a group text now.” She informed picking up her phone and typing rapidly. “Okay we have me, [Y/N], Stella, Foster, Hailey, and Kim. Is that all?” She asked looking between you two, and then Stella put her foot in her mouth,

“What about that new girl in Intelligence? What’s her name? Vanessa? She seemed cool.” Making your blood immediately boil as Sylvie shook her head violently at Stella trying to stop her from saying anything, already aware of the situation you were in.

“Alright, not her.” Stella put up two hands in defense.

“Isn’t she here? I thought I had seen her walk in?” Sylvie asked whipping around to your previous table a little too obviously as you buried your face in your hands Stella looking over your shoulder in the same direction.

“Isn’t that her by Kev-ohhh.” Stella nodded in realization, catching up now. “Whatta man whore.” She huffed in Kevin’s direction. You laughed dropping your head looking down at the counter.

“Right? It’s been like this for the past month. It’s disgusting.” Your jaw clenched going to take another drink.

“Oh no.” Sylvie whispered, “He’s coming over be cool guys.” She informed. Picking your phone up you ignored the man sliding in next to you.

“Well if it isn’t the prettiest girl in the bar.” He grinned throwing an arm around your shoulder and kissing your head. Huffing dramatically Stella rolled her eyes before walking away. Kevin looked at you and Sylvie suspiciously. “What was that about?” He asked.

“Nothing. We definitely were not talking about you.” Sylvie tried, but succeeded in keeping her title of the least subtle person on the earth, as you threw her a glare. “Sorry” she mouthed to you before getting up and walking away.

“Alright, again..what was that all about?” Kevin finally asked beside you. You shrugged staying silent beside him. “[Y/N].” He pushed but you still stared down at your phone until he snatched the phone out of your hands.

“What the hell, Kevin.” You growled grabbing it from him.

“Why won’t you talk to me.” He asked concern in his voice making you waver slightly until you seen her walking up behind him. Laughing you shook your head in disbelief, laying money on the counter before grabbing your jacket and pushing past her, just as she arrived at Kevin’s side, heading for the door. You heard him yell your name, but you kept walking.

You hadn’t been at your apartment more than half an hour before there was a knock at your door. Knowing who it was you stayed seated in front of the TV, until you heard the lock jiggling. Damn key, he hadn’t used it in so long you forgot he had one. You prepared yourself taking a deep breath whenever you heard the door open and close.

“I’m pretty sure that’s considered trespassing.” You mumbled not looking away from the TV.

“Not when you have permission.” He retorted wiggling the key between his fingers standing in front of you.

“Yeah? Well you no longer have permission.” You growled snatching the key from in between his fingers, taking him back at your reaction.

“What is going on with you?” He asked a bit annoyed.

“Oh so now you want to talk? Now you want to pay attention to me?” You crossed your arms against your chest.

“What are you even talking about?” He continued and he looked genuinely confused.

“Don’t play dumb. You can’t go whore around and then just act like everything is fine.” You explained.

“I’m not playing dumb! I seriously have no idea what you’re getting at.” He threw his hands up.

“If you want Vanessa that’s fine. I get it, but at least have the decency not to do it in front of my face without at least an explanation. I thought I meant a little more to you than that. I understand we weren’t official Kevin, but seriously?.” You replied straight face, but heart breaking inside of you.

“Want Vanessa? What would give you that idea?” He asked sitting next to you.

“Are you joking? You’re joking right?” You laughed lightly.

“I was just trying to be nice. I know what it’s like to have to earn your spot in intelligence. I was just trying to help her.” He explained, but you looked at him blankly until he continued, “Honey, I’m sorry if you thought I was picking her over you. That’s definitely not was I was doing. You’re my girl.” He promised as he stroked your cheek with his thumb.

“Then why don’t you want more?” You finally asked after months of wondering.

“What do you mean?” He shook his head confused.

“Anytime I try to get close to you, go further you just pull away. I just don’t want to be a game to anymore.” You sighed swallowing back tears as you averted your eyes from his.

“Hey, look here.” He ordered turning your face back towards his, “You are not some game to me. You’re the best thing that’s ever walked into my life and I just don’t want to mess that up. I never wanted to take advantage of you, or push you into something more.” He explained as took in his words. Silence filled your apartment, before he broke it again. “[Y/N]?” He whispered getting your attention.

“Hm?” You urged.

“Can I kiss you?” He swallowed hard waiting for an answer.

“Please.” You practically whined, he grinned before moving in, meeting you halfway his lips gentle against yours not wanting to push you too far, but you had other ideas as your hand snaked around his neck pulling him closer to you, kissing him harder. He hummed at the action leaning over you slightly one hand landing on your waist as the other held him up above you. You pulled at the hair at the nape of his neck, sneaking your tongue into his mouth when he gasped. His tongue battled against yours winning dominance and moving into your mouth. As he focused on tasting you, you reached for his hand that was positioned at your hip grabbing it to run underneath your shirt. He stilled at the movement going stiff, you pulled away feeling guilty letting his hand go, but he didn’t move it away.

“Kev, I’m sorry if this too fast, or you don’t-” You started to apologize, but he just shook his head taking a shaky breath.

“No..it’s just...I’ve wanted this for so long..I’m scared if we get started... I won’t be able to stop..I just need to know you’re sure about this, angel.” He admitted looking down at you.

“Kev...are we gonna do this already or what?” You smirked up at him making him laugh.

“Hell yes.” He grinned pressing his lips against yours again, this time harder and more heated as his hand moved from your stomach to your breasts. His fingers traced along the hem as he moved his lips down to your neck, leaving hot kisses, making your breath quicken whenever he unclipped your bra and took a breast in his hand to massage. Rolling your head back in pleasure he paid attention to the new found access with his lips biting behind your ear and licking at your earlobe, causing goosebumps to form on your skin. His hands gripped your thighs moving them so your legs were locked around his waist before he picked you up in one swift motion continuing to kiss you carefully hauling you towards the bedroom. Your lips were too busy working against his neck to notice you had made it before he gently laid you on your bed. Your hands moved tugging on the hem of his shirt. You felt him smirk against your skin before leaning up just enough to pull his shirt over his head, pulling you up with him to discard your bra and shirt as well before dropping back down on you. Your hands immediately roamed across his chest and abs not able to control the whimper that escaped at the sight in front of you. You had seen him shirtless before, but having him up against you, being able to run your hands over him was something out of a fantasy, one that you have had many times.

“How is it even possible for someone to look like this.” You whined, but it quickly turned into a moan whenever Kevin attached his lips to your breast.

“I think that’s the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard in my life.” Kevin smiled up at you winking before returning to his previous actions. His mouth covered you in kisses nipping and sucking all over your neck and chest before moving lower. His fingers hooked into your shorts looking up at you questioning look in his eye. You arched up for him as an answer while he pulled your shorts and panties down. Throwing them on the floor before leaving feather light kisses along your thighs. After a few minutes you were wiggling underneath him, whimpering with anticipation.

“Kevin, pleaseeeee.” You groaned hands tangling in his hair to push him towards your center. You felt him huff out a laugh before his tongue connected with your center. Moaning at the small sensation you opened your legs wider, fingers tightening in his hair. Kevin wasted no time proving he knew exactly what he was doing with his mouth. Shoving his tongue inside of you before moving to suck gently on your clit, making you a moaning mess, head against the mattress, eyes tightly closed despite your inner fight to keep them open and watch him between your legs, a sight you had many wet dreams about. You felt one of his fingers gently circle your entrance before filling you, letting out a satisfied sigh as Kevin worked to add another, lips still attached to your clit. “K-Kev…” You tried to warn him as he moved his fingers faster in you, curling up to hit your sweet spot. “Oh god.” You moaned, orgasm hitting you hard as your hips jolted, thighs tightening around Kevin’s head, heavy short, pants escaping your mouth, shaking as Kevin worked you through your high, only moving back up to your lips when your breaths turned to a whine. He appeared back on top of you licking his fingers and lips with a smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes at his cocky expression reaching for his belt. You could see his dick straining against his pants and tried to steady your shaking hands. He kissed your cheek before helping you get his pants and boxers down. You watched his dick spring up once out of the restraining fabric, eyes widening immediately. He was too busy trying to get out of his jeans to realize your expression only returning to look at you once they were rid on the floor.

“What? What’s wrong?” He panicked slightly looking over your face.

“I’m not like..trying to be stereotypical but…damn.” You shook your head reaching out for his dick. He laughed loud against you, turning into a groan when you began to move your hand against him.

“Honey, we don’t have to-” He started, but you clasped your free hand over his mouth.

“Shut it, Atwater.” You grinned flipping him so he was underneath you making him chuckle. You laid small kisses along his chest moving down and paying extra attention to his abs tracing your fingers over them softly kissing every inch before your were faced right before his dick. You took a deep breath, before looking up and making eye contact with him just as your mouth wrapped around the head. You watched his jaw clench as he let out a low groan, hand going to the back of your head helping you move your mouth up and down on his dick. You could practically see the gears turning in his head as he did everything he could to stop his hips from bucking. Your head was moving at a steady pace barely taking more than half of him while your hand worked the rest of his length, before he roughly pulled you away in a split second. You looked up to see him letting out a shaky breath eyes closed tightly before sighing and meeting your eyes again.

“I’m sorry baby, you were doing way too good.” He smiled moving you back up towards him.

“I’m definitely going to need some more practice with that. The more the better.” You smiled jaw already aching at the few minutes you were down on him. He chuckled kissing you before flipping you back under him fingers moving to your center again rubbing a little before he positioned himself at your entrance.

“You’re sure, sweetheart?” He asked again.

“Yes, Kev. Just like be careful, go slow.” You laughed winding a leg around his hip. He nodded kissing your shoulder before slowly starting to push in, and you immediately felt the burn. You sucked in a sharp gasp biting your lip as you dug your nails into his arms.

“Sorry sorry sorry!” He started moving to pull back out, but you stopped him.

“Don’t you dare pull out.” You scolded making him smile lightly, “Just give me a sec.” You said as he nodded leaning down to lay soft kisses along your neck and chest. You squeezed his bicep everytime you wanted him to move further until he finally bottomed out and sweat was dripping down Kevin’s temple from the amount of self-control he was having to exhibit. Until you started finally moving against him slowly and he swore he could’ve came right then if he didn’t push Voight into his mind to keep him from finishing. Tiny, low groans were escaping his mouth at your movements. “Baby, please move.” You begged. He started super slow barely moving out of you before thrusting back in, in fear of hurting you. “Kevin, I’m not made of glass, fuck me already.” You whined pulling him closer to you. He groaned into your shoulder as he started to move faster, pulling out further each time before pounding back into you. Adjusting your legs further up his side, hitting your sweet spot earning a loud, enough that you had no doubt your neighbors heard, moan. You heard him mutter a fuck at the sound moving his thumb to rub your clit, moving faster and harder now, not worried about hurting you just worried about making you finish before he exploded. Your senses were in overdrive, Kevin groaning loudly into your ear, curse words, and dirty thoughts flowing from his mouth, as he pounded you into the bed, fingers rubbing at your clit to top it all off. Without warnings your orgasm hit you hard, crying out Kevin’s name, body shaking, clinging onto his biceps, as clouds of white took over your vision. You could hear Kevin’s breathing quicken, thrusts getting messier before his muscles tightened, your name flowing from his mouth, loudly without shame before collapsing down onto you seconds after you came down from your own high. You both were panting loudly, sweat covering your body still tangled in each other, his head resting in the nape of your neck.

“Holy. Fuck.” Kevin emphasized pressing a kiss to your neck as you laughed. He took another minute before pulling himself up very slowly pulling out of you, you slightly wincing at the pain and overstimulation. “Sorry baby.” He apologized kissing your forehead before walking out of your bedroom, coming back a minute later with water and a washcloth. He tossed your one of the waters cleaning himself before leaning in front of you cleaning you as best as he could. Crawling in beside you to pull you into his chest once he was down.

“That was incredible.” You looked up at him smile on your face.

“I guess it pays to let the sexual tension grow for over a year.” He joked leaning down to kiss you intertwining his fingers with yours. “I’m sorry about this past month. You’re right. I was being a jerk. I never thought about how it might make you feel. I just knew you were all I wanted and never even thought about how it might look on the outside.” He explained playing with your fingers.

“It didn’t look good, I can tell you that.” You gave him a look, slightly pouting.

“I know, I know. Kim was about the kick my ass a few hours ago.” He sighed.

“I told her not to say anything!” You replied.

“To be fair can you really complain after how tonight went?” He smirked.

“Yes, we could’ve been doing this months ago.” You rolled your eyes.

“Better make up for lost time then.” He smiled rolled back on top of you and capturing your lips with his.

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hey-its-ellice · 7 years

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Jimmy Vesey- I can do it myself.

Request: Could you do an imagine where the reader sprains her knee while playing street hockey, and so her boyfriend, Jimmy Vesey freaks out and doesn’t let her do anything herself and just takes care of her? Thank you ❤ Author note: Hey! So I’m ver unsure about this one. I had writes block like the whole time. So, I’m sorry that it took so long. Please let me know if you like it! —————————————-

“So, the tests show that you have sprained your knee. You will need to take it easy for a while. Limit your walking. Ice and elevate it. But only keep the ice on for about twenty minutes, do that for ever hour you are awake.” The doctor said reading from the paper, then handing it to me.

“Also, you can’t drive.” The doctor says before getting a nurse to bring a wheel chair.

I take this time to call Jimmy.

“Hey baby, how are you?” Jimmy asks through the phone.

“I’m okay, umm…I need you to pick me up.”

“Okay, where are you?”

“I’m uh… at the hospital.”

“What happened? Are you okay?”

“Depends on what you classify as okay.” I mumble.

“What happened?” He asks. The noise of a door closing behind him in the background.

“I sprained my knee.” I mumble.

“You did what?!” Jimmy exclaims into the phone.

“I um…..well you see, I was playing street hockey and I umm, well, I kinda fell. The fall just so happened to be on my knee and someone else’s body weight was added, but I’m good. Love you!” I exclaim quickly hanging up the phone.

I know how protective Jimmy can get so I rushed out what I needed to tell him.

Then again, knowing him he is probably already on his way to my house since he goes straight there on mondays and Thursday’s since it’s the only day that we are normally off work.

Though As cute and caring as he is, he can kinda be like an overprotective mother at times.

I’m broken out of my thoughts when the door to the examination room open. Entering is the nurse followed by Jimmy.

“I’ll help her out you guys don’t need to put her in a wheel chair.” Jimmy says.

“We cannot allow that sir. You can push your wife in the chair if you want to though.” The nurse says. My face turning bright red when she says wife. It gets even redder when Jimmy doesn’t correct the nurse.

“Come on hunny.” Jimmy says, with a cocky smile and while exaggerating the word ‘hunny’, as he lifts me into the chair.

“I can walk from here.” I say bracing myself to get up and grab my crutches from Jimmy.

“Nope, you are not walking.”

“I wasn’t gonna walk I was gonna use my crutches.” I reply as I start to stand up.

“Baby, stop. Your gonna hurt yourself.” Jimmy says softly as he keeps rolling me toward the car.

“Babe, I can get into the car by myself.” I insist when he tries to pick me up to put me in the passengers seat.

“Doctor said you have to rest and avoid using it. So, your not gonna use it or those crutches when I’m around.” He says as he grabs me out of he chair and gently sets me down. Buckling my seat belt for me then closing the door.

“Jimmy so love you. I really do. But you know I can still use my arms right?” I ask cocking my eyebrow at him.

“I know. But, your my girl and your injured. Your not gonna do anything for yourself till your healed.” He says as we pull up to a red light. Here he decides to kiss me. His warm lips on mine as his hand cups my cheek.

We are only broken apart when a car behind us honks.

“Jimmy, my house was the other way.” I say as he turns down his road instead of mine.

“I know, I want you to stay with me till your healed. I don’t want you to get hurt any worse.” He says glancing at me as he pulls into his drive way.

“As long as it’s okay with you.” He adds quickly.

“It’s fine with me, but I don’t have any clothes.” I reply adjusting in my seat.

“You can wear some of mine?” He says getting out of the car and coming to my side. Though he did make it sound more like a question.

“Okay.” I reply as he lifts me up to carry me inside. My crutches left in the car.

“alright, I’m gonna go get you an ice pack and some pillows, okay?” Jimmy says as he softly lays me on our bed. Also placing clothes for me. Which include a pair of his grey sweatpants and one of his old hockey t-shirts.

I change and Jimmy comes in with the ice pack, pillows, and two bottles of water.

He gently places the ice back on my now elevated knee, careful not to put to much pressure on it.

“Come cuddle with me.” I say as I reach out for him while he is sitting by my knees on the bed.

“Okay, just let me make sure your ice pack won’t move to much, alright?” He asks softly as he move the ice pack so it is placed securely on my knee.

“How is your knee feeling?” He asks as he crawls into bed next to me.

“Cold.” I reply.

“Hahaha, very funny.” He says sarcastically with a smirk. Jimmy also wraps me in his arms so we are now cuddling.

“Jim?” I ask after a few second of silence.

“What’s up?” He asks his voice soft and caring.

“Can you please pass me one of the waters?” I ask pointing to the waters that are sitting on his nightstand.

“Sure thing baby.” He says reaching over and grabbing one, taking the flimsy plastic lid off before handing me the water. I take a quick swig before getting the cap from Jimmy and putting the water bottle on my nightstand.

“Babe?” Jimmy asks getting my attention.

“Yeah?”

“I’m never letting you play street hockey with out me there again. You know that right?”

“You know I’m going to play anyway, right?” I ask slightly mocking him.

“Babe, I don’t like seeing you hurt.” Jimmy says as he kisses my head.

“I don’t like seeing you hurt either, but we both play a sport where that’s gonna happen.” I reply kissing his chin.

“I love you baby.” Jimmy says once again breaking the silence between us. While also waking me up from my half asleep state.

“I love you to Jimmy bean.” I reply with a lazy smirk, letting sleep take over.

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mriow · 7 years

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2016 Best Nine: Video Games

I’ll be laying down my year-end list for video games a bit differently. I am what you would call a “patient gamer.” I wait 3-4 years before playing big name releases because I usually pick up those games used or when the prices have gone down. That means this won’t be another one of those Best of 2016 list. Rather, this is my ranking of the games I finished in the year 2016 in order of preference. With that stipulation in mind, fighting, racing, simulation, etc games that have no main game or story are not included in this list. The only 2016 release that I played was Fire Emblem Fates, and that’s just because I am a big fan of that series. No runner-ups as these 9 games are the only ones I finished this year.

Donkey Kong Country Tropical Freeze - 13 Hr 20 Min

(Wii U, 2014)

This is the hardest game that I finished and I played it with so many frustrations and so much cursing. As such, finishing it was complete bliss and it gave me the biggest sense of satisfaction. If there was an award for Best Direction in a game, this would win it.

Dragon Age Inquisition - 111 Hr 33 Min

(PS3, 2014)

I truly enjoyed this massive, open-world RPG. I enjoyed it enough to dedicate more than 100 hours to finish the story as it had engaging characters, an epic plot and the world-building was so top-notch. Plus, you get to slay these massive intimidating dragons in battles that take 30 minutes at the least. Needless to say, it is also a very satisfying win.

Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Dual Destinies - 26 Hr 56 Min

(3DS, 2013)

I’ve been a big fan of this series since the DS days and to be honest, there really isn’t much gameplay per se in the series. What you really get is clever dialogue, very likable characters and you get to test your logic and deductive reasoning skills as you solve cases to get your presumably innocent clients acquitted of their charges.

Fire Emblem Fates Birthright, Fire Emblem Fates Conquest, Fire Emblem Fates Revelations - 107 Hr 40 Min

(3DS, 2016)

These are really three separate games, but I’m lumping it into one entry. Nintendo’s infamously hard strategy/RPG series gets even more grand and epic. It was even one of the rare games I did the “Day 1 / instant purchase.” Amidst the epic scope, at its core this is really a family drama where you are caught between two warring kingdoms, forcing you to choose a side between your adoptive or your biological family, hence the multiple games representing your choice. It’s an interesting premise and it pays off when you get to see the consequences of your choices.

Super Mario 3D World - 14 Hr 14 Min

(Wii U, 2013)

One word: gorgeous. It doesn’t have the best ultra realistic graphics, or the eye popping detail, but this game and a few others are a testament to how much art direction is important in creating classic and memorable visuals that will stand the test of time. And the orchestral jazz music is super charming.

Tomb Raider - 13 Hr

(Steam, 2013)

As far as action games go, you can’t go wrong with this reboot of the iconic series. With superb level design, excellent character animations and an engaging story and performances, this game hooked me from the start and never loosened its grip on me.

Batman: Arkham Origins - 15 Hr

(Steam, 2013)

Among fans of the series, Origins is always regarded as the low point. I think that is an unfair judgment as I think it really is a great game even when compared against its predecessors. It has the best boss fights and the best story so I’m not sure why it is maligned as much as it is.

New Super Mario Bros. U - 15 Hr 59 Min

(Wii U, 2012)

New Super Mario Bros. 2 - 9 Hr 50 Min

(3DS, 2012)

I’m grouping these two together as they are very similar games. These are fine 2d platforming games, and you really can’t go wrong with Super Mario games. But as time passes and more and more of these games are released from this series, I feel like the graphics, the gameplay, the music, the sounds get taken for granted because its becoming a bit stale. I think this series is in need of an exciting shakeup soon.

Inspired by #2016bestnine

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