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nerdieforpedro · 1 month

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A Poor Plan to Confess

Dieter Bravo x plus size female reader (Moon Pie)

This is fic is for readers 18+ MDNI

Word Count: about 2.1k

Warnings: Dieter being a bit rude, porn use, mention of masturbation, teasing, improper toy use?, very bad communication, some mentions of sexual activities and acts, Nerdie is unsure of what she wrote

Summary: Dieter is doing his best to stay sober. You have a large part in his plans. They aren’t well thought out.

Notes: Written for the Dieter Bravo Brain Rot Server Challenge. @wannab-urs brought me back to Dieter, originally I didn’t have any ideas for this and then boom! 🤯 I had a few. Thanks to @missladym1981 for beta reading for me. 😘

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A joke between old friends. Dieter was doing well. Three years sober, well from the harder drugs. He still had the occasional joint and alcohol. You weren’t really into the weed, thought it stunk to high heaven. Dieter always managed to find some really fragrant strains though, smelled like incense. Type you would burn laying on a chase couch in a fancy silk robe. Maybe smoke one of those long cigarettes except it had bubbles coming out of it. Dieter bought you one and told you to make bubbles come out of it over FaceTime.

The two of you have many silly jokes over the years. Some about video games, some about animals, some about his job and yours. He never wanted to hear about relationships and didn’t mention any of his to you. You asked why one day because friends normally at least mention if they’re dating someone or not and Dieter flat out told you, “I don’t need to have the image of you fucking somebody in my head.” Had you not been as secure as you were, you’d take offense, but you left it alone, keeping it in the back of your mind.

One thing Bravo hadn’t joked about thankfully was his sobriety, finally taking it seriously. He told you that if he ever called you mentioning coke or pills to lock him up and prevent him from calling anyone for the drugs. This was another joke. He even bought you handcuffs, zip ties and some bondage tape. His assistant dropped it off with a quizzical look on their face. You smiled and put them in your office. You knew why they had that look, you two as just friends and Dieter’s never given you anything like that before. Like an idiot, you googled how to use the zip ties and tape, ending up on Pornhub and unaware that someone was banging on your door.

When the next pop-up blocked your screen again, that was when you heard, “Hey! You alive in there?! Open the hell up! What kind of friend are you?” Running downstairs, you open up the door recognizing the voice, Dieter’s at your door. It’s 11:30 at night. He stares at you and you wonder why. Ah…I’m in my nightgown. My pink satin one to match the handcuff fuzz. I don’t think I washed my hands, and they smell like…fuck.

You now know why.

“Moon Pie, you got someone up in here? Didn’t know you had someone. I need your help your help though, just a room.” He pleads at your doorstep, before you can answer, whatever ad has finished and there’s loud moaning from the video you had been watching. His eyes cut upward to where the noise is coming from. “Or maybe not. I didn’t think you watched porn.”

Putting your hands on your hips, “Anyone can watch porn Dieter. Am I not allowed according to some weird ass rule you have? I have sex sometimes too!” His eyes went wide as you stepped aside letting him in and he raised his hands to signal defeat, though he did laugh when you said the word sex.

“You can’t even say fuck Moon Pie. Listen, let’s not talk about that. I need you to keep me here. I’m feeling like I may need to make a bad call. I did give my assistant my phone, but I don’t want to chance it. You still got that box?” He pays your shoulder, plopping down on the couch.

“Go find your silly box yourself Dieter. I’m going back upstairs.” Waving your hands, you start upstairs, making it up three stairs before some slaps are heard from your laptop in your room. You really need to turn that off.

“To finish your porn instead of helping your friend?” He popped up met you at the bottom of the stairs, “Come on! You still have the tools, right?” His hands ran up your arms. This man. Despite showing up unannounced, late, interrupting some ‘me time’ and requesting he use tools you don’t know how to use save for the handcuffs, you’d still help him out. Even if he could be troublesome and rude at times, he always supported you in work endeavors and listened to you talk way too much about Final Fantasy games. He blames you for knowing about crystals and different jobs like paladin and black mage.

You didn’t answer him and walked upstairs to your room, to turn the porn off but the screen was frozen, playing the same moan ever and over. The image had a man zip tied to a pole while standing as a woman sucked him off. They both were letting out a combined moan. Swallowing hard, Dieter watched you switch your weight between your large hips, he removed his robe and brown t-shirt leaving himself in his brown pajama pants and removing his gray socks. “Moon Pie. Have you ever done that sort of thing? I doubt it.” His voice snapped you after your haze, turning to look at him, confusion dots your face.

“Why did you remove your shirt? I just need to tie you up and prevent you from leaving right? Put your shirt back on Dee.” His chest only has a small splattering of dark hair on his golden skin. He lays across your bed grinning. “Wait how long am I supposed to keep you here? You’re not getting me arrested.”

“I was hot and until I don’t feel like using. Where’s the box?”

“Stay there, it’s in my office.” You’re back momentarily with the fabled box and open it, taking out the handcuffs, zip ties and tape. “Here which do you want me to use? I’m tired.” Dropping the box on the bed, he frowns, you’re not playing along, you see annoyed. Shouldn’t you be happy he’s across your bed? Dieter is, why aren’t you?

You are tired sure, but you’re hornier and more aware that Dieter is not going to want anything to do with relieving any frustration you have. Holding your hands palms out, “Just tell me what you want me tie you up with so I can set up the guest room.”

“Hey, why are you pissed at me? I’m not leaving until you help me, you said you would.” Dieter scoots to the edge of the bed and leans on his elbows. “Are you really that mad I stopped you from finishing your porn? You don’t need it.” He picks up the handcuffs out of the box and studies the pink fuzz. It looks about the same shade as your nightgown. Moon Pie hasn’t used these has she? No, they don’t look used. I think. These are mine, I bought them for her to use with me. She shouldn’t be watching porn. I need to be the toy.

“Damn it Dieter! I’m not just your friend, I’m a woman who has needs no matter if you wanna think about it or not! Fuck you!” Charging at him, you grab his shoulders and knock him back on the bed, pinning him to bed. He slaps the handcuffs on your wrist and his. “What the hell?! They’re only supposed to go on you not me!”

Bravo licks his lips and turns his head to the side to kiss your hand after pulling his wrist to his mouth. “Oh, I’ve always liked the idea of you in handcuffs. You should fuck me Moon Pie.” His curved nose inches closer to your hand and sniffs it. He has your scent now, sticking one of your fingers into his mouth and pulling it back out.

The sensation from his lips went straight to your cunt and you stifled a moan. He will not have his way; you can ensure even if you’re handcuffed to him. “You said you couldn’t picture me fucking Dee? Are you looking for that much of a distraction?” You moved to sit beside him on the bed, but he pulled you back on top, his free hand roaming freely over your love handles. “Dee, I’m not just going to be used for you staying sober.”

Leaning forward, his face connected with your neck, licking it, “I’ve been using you to stay sober since I finish rehab three years ago. I knew if I went back, it would disappoint the hell out of you.” His teeth bit into your neck and a whimper escaped, small but it was enough to encourage him. “I didn’t want to think of someone fucking you other than me. I’m sure you have; they’re flies drawn to honey.” His hand ran from your rolls to your ass squeezing it. “If I’m going to stay sober for you, I should have you, shouldn’t I?” Rolling his hips up into yours, he licks the bite and lets go of your ass slapping it.

Dropping your hips, you press right into his clothed bulge, feeling it throb against your bare cunt. “You’re insane Dieter, how does that make any sense….?” Unfortunately, he’s making it so much worse, your nipples are visible through your nightgown, erect as you leak onto his pants from your core. “This is only because you stopped me earlier with your stupid request.”

“Whatever you want to tell yourself Moon Pie. Only I’m going to see you like this from now on, right?” The pads of his fingers trail up your spine and pull down one of the straps of your nightgown letting a breast become fully exposed. He licks it before blowing on it, eliciting another whimper. “Tell me I’ll be the only one. I’ll take the handcuffs off and make sure you come. Don’t be difficult tonight. Not when I need you.” He doesn’t wait for your answer before taking it in his mouth, and sitting up, pulling you into his lap. Instinctively, both of your hands grab his head, pulling his one hand back. He disconnects from your nipple to yelp from his shoulder suddenly going back.

You grin and try to reach for the key that’s in the box since he’s distracted, but Dieter gets on his knees and pulls on his wrist, having your arm come back toward him and making you fall face first into the bed. “Dieter let me get the key, then I can lock you in another room. Clearly you need to be.” His fingers trace your thighs but don’t go any higher, sighing, he lays down next to you.

“You seriously don’t want to have sex with me? Even after I tell you I want you to be my only one? So cold to me.” He pouts. This man is seriously pouting after he’s teased you? He doesn’t move as you get the key and unlock yourself. You consider handcuffing both of his hands but release him as well. Moving to the edge of the bed, you stand and turn off your laptop then return to sit on the bed.

“You’ve got to do better than trying to guilt me into it. You’re horrible at this.” You laugh as does he. If it had been anyone else, you’d never speak to them again at minimum, Dieter rolls on his side and kisses your thigh.

“We’ve been friends how long? You know I’m shit at this. I feel like I should ask, you’re not going to have me arrested for this are you?” You poke the scruff on his cheek.

“No, though I should. You’re insane Dieter Bravo. We’ll sleep on it.” You lay back and scoot up to the head of the bed, closing your eyes.

“Did you want to finish your porn? Or make our own? It will be Moon Pie’s debut!”” Slinks up the bed and lays his head on your chest, kissing your collar bone.

“You’re a dumbass Dieter. I would tie you up but you’d like it too much. Go to sleep.” Placing your fingers in his hair to scratch his scalp makes him purr, wrapping a leg around one of yours.

“Keep scratching my head like that and we won’t be sleeping at all you cheeky Moon Pie. I’ll be under that gown soon.” His face found its way back to your neck, licking the teeth marks he made earlier. Letting out a soft groan, you pull on Dieter’s hair, so he pulls his head back. “Jokes on you, I enjoy my hair being pulled. Manipulate me more.” His grin is criminal, he should be arrested for that if anything.

It wasn’t even two hours before Dieter had your legs up around his waist. He’s temperamental and a horrible communicator but damn if he didn’t have you call him an Oscar winner while he rutted into you from behind giving you your third orgasm before one in the morning.

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thefallennightmare · 1 year

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Moment of Weakness-fifteen

*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest *

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence.

Summary: Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?

Authors Notes: So, this chapter is only going to have Steve and reader in it, hence the Chris Evans gif at the top. Also, this is what I picture Steve looks like in this story. Please don't hate me for this chapter 😬

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The noise of the television was white noise as I stared into the void in front of me, chewing nervously on my thumb nail while my knee rapidly bounced. Every little bump or creak made me jump, unsure if someone was about to break in and cash in on the hit against me.

It didn’t help that I didn’t hear from Bucky, not once, the entire night. He said he would handle it but my faith in him was a bit deterred at this moment. How could he if he was busy with Natasha?

I even thought of sending him a message but knew it would only be ignored. Especially with the picture I had seen Natasha post on her Instagram story an hour ago.

Bucky laying shirtless in what I would assume was their bed, his back to her phone and it was clear he was fast asleep. The caption did nothing to mend the crack in my heart.

He always knows the best way to keep me happy.

Jealousy, anger, and stupidity washed over me because I kept getting reminders that at the end of the day, Bucky would always go back to her. Even after our afternoon together, he still laid with Natasha, in more ways than one.

“Hey,” Steve’s soft hand covered my knee, halting its movements. “It’s alright. Nothing is going to happen while I’m here.”

I gave him a forceful smile. “Sure.”

He sighed while leaning against the couch, his large arm extending over the back of it. I could stop the way I slowly leaned into him, needing that feeling of protection, and looked into his eyes.

There was this perfect man, right in front of me, and there wasn't a doubt in my mind that he would give me everything if I asked for it.

I cupped his cheek, thumb tracing his jawline. “Thank you for being here.”

“Of course,” he nodded, placing a soft kiss inside my palm.

We faltered back to our previous position, sitting next to each other, as I forced my eyes to watch the television.

Steve had spent the majority of the night trying to keep my mind off of things; making me something to eat or watching stupid movies but nothing worked. My mind kept wandering to the thought of someone sneaking up behind me and slicing my throat.

“Maybe it was a mistake for taking this job,” I muttered to myself. “For many reasons.”

“Hey,” Steve lifted my chin with a gentle finger. “We’re going to figure this out, alright? I won’t let anything happen to you.”

I nodded in his grasp. “You’ll stay all night?”

He gave me his own nod. “I’m not going anywhere, doll.”

The nickname, the same nickname that Bucky called me, felt different coming from Steve. Almost as if it was uttered with promise and love. It made my knees weak.

With his vow, I allowed myself to sink further into the couch and his small embrace and watched whatever movie he decided to put on. But as the night wore on, the movie becoming less interesting, I sighed and began to lean over Steve to grab the remote.

“What are you doing?” He chuckled.

“I can’t stand this movie, it’s terrible,” I groaned.

With a slight slip of my position, I ended up falling on top of Steve, who’s arms wrapped around me in order to stop me from falling off of the couch. Our faces were so close that I could feel his warm breath dance across my lips and with the slight movement, I brushed my nose against his.

Both of us were unsure of what to do or say, this new proximity foreign to us. My heart raced as Steve brushed away the hair that fell into his face and palmed my cheek, me leaning into his touch.

His leg wrapped around mine, a way to keep me locked into place.

“Steve?”

My voice came out in a hushed tone.

“Hm?” He hummed, the vibrations of it rattling against my chest.

Flash images of Steve and I together, naked rolling around in the sheets of my bed, burned deep into my mind and I caught my bottom lip between my teeth, a small ounce of guilt pulling my heart down.

Bucky.

We weren’t actually together, though, so what was happening between Steve and I wasn’t wrong. It felt more right than Bucky and I did.

So why couldn’t I stay away from Bucky?

“I think I’m going to go take a shower,” I pressed a hand on top of his chest, halting our faces leaning towards each other.

A small moan fell from my lips when his cock twitched against my core.

With a slight nod, Steve released me from his grip and I detached from him, muttering to myself that I needed a long, cold shower.

The shower did absolutely nothing to calm me down from thoughts of Steve. All I could do was wonder what his lips tasted like.

With the towel wrapped tight around me, I shut off the bathroom light and walked into the hallway, gaze falling onto Steve who sat on the couch, bottom lip caught in between his teeth. Even with the distance between us, I could see how dark his eyes were.

Lust.

I swallowed thickly as his name fell from my lips with a yearning to feel his own.

Steve closed the gap between us in a few strides. “Tell me to stop and I will.”

I didn’t utter a word, only squeezing the tension I felt between my legs.

This might cause problems between Bucky and I but it didn’t matter anymore. I had been so blind by this affair that I allowed myself to fall for someone who couldn’t commit to me.

The way my own name sounded on his tongue caused my body to shiver and I held the towel closer to me. There was a voice in the back of my mind to stop fighting it, lean into Steve and allow him to give me what I deserved.

I finally listened to that voice and stood on the tips of my toes, leaning closer to him, our lips pressing together so softly.

We both stood frozen, unsure of who should make the next move, but when Steve’s lips began to move, I formed into his figure by wrapping my arms around his back. My palms spread over the wideness of it while Steve walked me back towards the wall, his hips locking me into place.

I dug my nails down his back to around his sides and pressed ourselves closer together which caused a satisfying friction between our shared cores.

“Steve,” I whimpered.

His beard scratched my face in the most blissful way as my fingers now found its way through his hair. Steve bit down on my bottom lip and I went dizzy at the ecstasy I felt when his dick pressed against my pussy, barely covered by the fabric of my towel.

While his teeth left faint marks over the skin on my neck, I rutted my hips up into him.

“Oh, fuck,” he grunted.

Heat spread underneath my skin with the way our hips were moving together, the towel was slowly falling but I did nothing to stop it.

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spicy-moths · 3 months

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Wait

Murdoch, Google x GN!Reader | Words: 2305

Warnings: use of "daddy", "master", "sir", "fawn", and "birdie", oral, gn! penetration, vibrator, threesome, breeding, unsafe sex, edging, overstimulation, voyeurism, masturbation, dumbification

MINORS DNI

Your back is slammed against the concrete wall behind you, your eyes trailing upwards as your lip quivers in fear. A fanged smirk meets your gaze, the glow of red piercing through you in a way that makes your veins chill.

“Pretty bird told me you’d be here, I’ve been looking for you, little fawn…”

Your eyes widen as he grabs your hips, pulling you forward and making you grab onto him for support. Hands grasp onto a tight knit sweater, and a kiss is planted to your forehead. He adjusts his grip to the underside of your thighs, hiking you up to straddle his hips as he now walks with you in his arms. You try to lean back to get a better look at him, but he abruptly stops so you fall against him again.

“Shhhh, I’ve got you. Don’t you worry. And I have help to make sure you stay with me here.”

Murdoch sets you down on his bed, gentle and with a small kiss before he backs away, revealing electric blue irises glowing from the dark corner. You make eye contact, and you hear a low grunt of someone getting up. You thought he was standing before, but the glow rises higher towards the ceiling, towering over you and your murderer.

“This is my new Google unit. You’ll find that he can meet your needs almost as well as I can. But you know that only daddy can give you everything you need, don’t you?”

His words make you choke on air for a moment, eyes wildly darting between the two of them before you manage a nod. The Google unit’s gaze washes over you, another chill that goes through you in waves as he studies you. How you hold yourself, how you relax, how your legs slowly drift apart the closer that Murdoch gets to you. Google’s hand reaches up to hold your jaw as he turns your head from side to side. It’s firm and almost painful, nearly making you want to tear his grip away before he lets go.

“The subject seems afraid of my presence, should I not be present for tonight?”

“No, I think they’ll learn. Whether they want to or not.”

Your cheeks redden at Murdoch’s words, more giving him the look of “the fuck you mean?” Murdoch simply smirks again, removing his sunglasses and putting them on a nearby table, neatly folded before he works on the rest of his outfit. Google gets continuously closer, you turning your head to be nearly face to face with him, somehow without your knowing.

“ANNUS CHRIST-”

“Language, fawn-”

“He scared me!”

“You want me to punish him? Is that what you’re begging for?”

You know he’s being a little shit, but also part of you is jealous that he would even insinuate that you wouldn’t be the focus of his attention. You were his, he made sure to remind you of it, no matter how many times he had to hunt you down.

“Such a good plaything, finally understanding what it’s like to be on my end, don’t you?”

Murdoch reaches out his gloved hand to hold your cheek, and you lean into it with a sigh. A glance downwards shows a hand trying to undo his belt buckle, and you move to assist him. Your knees hit the floor as your hands scramble to get it undone, what you were promised is so close you can almost taste it. Fingers are rooted in your hair to keep you at a distance, from going any further than he wants you to.

“You did not ask. Get back on the bed.”

“But-”

“On. The. Bed.”

You huff at him, pouting in his direction as you’re planted right back where you were before. Murdoch handles the rest of his own undressing, further away from the bed than he was before.

“Get my little fawn ready for me, but don’t go too fast. They must learn patience.”

Google nods, moving to tower over you. One hand is pressed to your chest, pinning you down with ease as his other pulls at your clothes. Not having any other partner than Murdoch is something you got used to, but knew it probably wouldn’t be a forever thing. How he’d brag about making you bounce on his lap while his buddies watch, and it’d make your brain fuzzy just thinking about it. But Google’s fingers were precise, poking and prodding in ways that made your expectations divert every few seconds, not letting you relax.

Once you’re fully undressed however, he realizes that he is without anything to prep you with. His eyes meet yours as he processes something for a moment, and fingers are brought to your lips.

“Open.”

Slowly you part your lips, just to have your mouth forced open wider with fingers stuffing it. They trace your tongue, forcing back into your throat, before extracting them slowly. He smears your saliva with his thumb, face still stoic as he gaze returns to your mouth.

“It will do. I expected you to be wetter for your master.”

“Damn.”

Murdoch tries to hold in his laughter as you try and glare at him, only to be interrupted by a single synthetic finger entering you. A moan is forced from your lips, Google’s other hand moving to your hips to hold you down. Right as the room begins to stop spinning, he begins moving his finger slowly, pumping in and out to get you used to the sensation. Being forced to lay still, nothing to grab onto but the sheets, before a second is added.

“There we go, taking it so well. Keep those legs open for me, I want to watch.”

Between Google’s legs, you spot Murdoch in his chair, now completely undressed and watching you amusedly. You know he’s hard, and you want him to break with impatience. Maybe you’d get out of this painstakingly long proce-

Your thoughts are cut off by a third finger, and you look up to see a sadistic smile from the android caging you in. He thrusts his fingers in harder, just to hear you whimper and try to roll your hips with him.

“My analytics are telling me that they are not nearly ready enough, but I don’t believe I can satisfy their cravings with just fingers.”

“Hmm… I could use their mouth. We’ll see if they’ve learned their lesson from your explorations.”

You try to follow the conversation between the harsh thrusts of Google’s fingers, crooking them to nail the spot that makes your body shake beneath him. You think that he’s going to make you cum on them, thinking the coil building is about to burst when he removes his fingers entirely. He inspects his fingers, grinning again as he moves to a side table, fishing around for some tissues to clean off his hand.

“In the future, they’re trained to clean them off.”

“I thought the goal of these preparations is to not give them what they want.”

A whine of protest confirms his statement, your legs closing and thighs rubbing together for some kind of relief. Surprised, but proud, Murdoch moves to the end of the bed. His hips are right at the correct height for you, but you’re too out of it to realize what’s about to happen. The pop of a cap from a bottle of lube startles you back to the present, and you start to get alarmed at both men moving to maneuver you.

You’re put on your front, hips up in the air as Google undresses himself, lubing up the two of you before pushing in. Artificial ridges, bumps, all pushing against your walls and forcing you even more open. Your mouth hangs open for just a moment, closing around a familiar feeling and making you moan at an addictive taste. You think for a moment that Google is just going to fuck you onto Murdoch’s cock, but you haven’t felt his hips touch yours yet, despite how full you feel in this moment.

“Perhaps this attachment is a bit too big for such a little plaything, they are not trained to it yet.”

“Make it fit. They can handle it.” Murdoch’s hips pull back before snapping back, thrusting into your throat. Agonizingly slow, Google rolls his hips and gets his entire cock inside you. Your body shakes from how full you feel, having already been edged once, but you know that they’re nowhere near done. His hands grip your hips tight, holding you in place with no place to squirm. Murdoch’s hand roots in your hair once again, as his patience is making you drool around his cock stuffed into your mouth.

“Why don’t you show them what that attachment does, Google? They deserve a treat for being so patient like I wanted.”

“As you wish, sir.”

A split second is all you have to process before the vibrations consume you, filling you past anything you’ve ever experienced. Any edge you were near, you were just sent catapulting over, nails digging into the bed as you cum on the spot. It’s so much, any remaining thinking you had left being shaken lose to come out of you in moans. And Murdoch, never one to miss an opportunity, begins fucking your throat as you have no other option than to be at the mercy of the two men who have filled you from both ends.

“There’s- nggh~ my little fawn. You could’ve had all of this earlier if you were good.”

“This is what they deserved. And perhaps they will know not to run if this is what is promised to them.”

Google remains unmoving, keeping himself fully seated inside you past the occasional roll of his hips to make you lose your mind even more. His chest presses against you as he bends over you, forcing your legs open even wider to nearly flatten you against the bed.

“You will stay an obedient plaything for your master, or I will make you regret every moment there is not a cock inside of you.”

His words make you moan more, hands moving to Murdoch’s hips as you feel him speed up, thrusts getting more desperate as he nears his climax, fucking your throat. Any noise you’ve been making is amplified tenfold, trying to make him cum just that much faster. Murdoch’s own short nails dig into your scalp, nearly making you bleed as he climaxes. He’s breathless for a few moments once he works himself through the aftershocks, admiring how you look stuffed from both ends.

“There’s my fawn, you swallowed down daddy good, didn’t you?”

He pulls out and you moan into the open air, no longer muffled. Your breathing starts to reach panting again, your second climax nearing quickly. Eyes pleading with him, wordless begs for permission.

“Go ahead. You’re not done yet, little birdie.”

Google growls into your ear as the vibrations stop, but he begins pounding you into the bed. Elbow braced next to your head, other hand forcing your head down into the mattress to muffle your screams. All the while, Murdoch just sits back, stroking himself while his fawn is destroyed by his brand new toy.

“You like being used by others, don’t you? Won’t feel the need to escape while your master is gone when I can take every thought away. Just stay here on my cock, you’ll be okay.”

Google’s malicious coos in your ear is all you can recognize over the sound of his hips slapping against yours, his grunts and your cries and moans. It goes on for so long, you’re not sure how many climaxes he’s fucked you through. Not stopping even a moment to let you breathe or relax.

“That’s enough, I think they’re ready now. Thank you, Google.”

“No thanks necessary. They took it all well.”

Google pulls out from you, leaving you half sunken into the mattress and completely limp limbed. Tears stream from your eyes from overstimulation, not even bothering to get up or try to move. Murdoch moves to you, flipping you onto your back slowly as he drags your hips down. He shushes your noises of protest, slowly sliding himself in with a gentle push to the back of your thighs, folding you in half.

“It’s okay, daddy’s here. I’m gonna fuck it better, don’t worry little fawn.”

His pace is gentle, nothing like Google’s brutal rhythm. Yet your oversensitivity makes it still feel like it was, whines and noises met with gentle kisses to hush you. He guides your hands to his face in hair while you’re in his mating press, encouraging you to grab and hold in your weakened state.

“Daddy’s gonna breed you good, isn’t he? It’s what little fawns were made for. Just for me, sweetheart.”

A giddy little sound exits your lips and he coos, kissing and marking your neck. He growls long and low, spilling into you and fucking it in deeper. His hips finally stop and he sits up, still inside you as he lets you relax. Simply staring unblinking at the ceiling, he kisses your forehead as he reaches for a knife handle, now consistently used as a plug for you, and replaces himself.

“Hi, you’re a little dumb right now, aren’t you?”

He cocks his head at you with a little smile, chuckling at how you look at him for a moment, then begin to space out again with a little giggle. You’re lifted into his arms, resting against his chest as he leans back against the headboard. You’re wrapped in a blanket, making you a little giggly burrito.

“Are they usually like this afterwards?”

“Usually it takes them a lot longer to get to this point. We’ll definitely have to try this again.”

“Oh we will, don’t worry.”

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Story Content and Summary - 6,429 words. Larissa finds her assistant Kieran in cardiac arrest in her office. Explicit sex, asthma symptoms, Sudden Cardiac Arrest, lengthy on-site resuscitation including a Stryker LUCAS 3 and an equipment malfunction.

Eight months after the events of “Corporate Abduction.”

Mitchell

Sometime in the night, Mitchell awoke, cold, the covers pushed down to the foot of the bed. He blinked into the dark and then sat up, dragging the blankets back up to cover both Larissa and himself.

He rolled onto his side, toward Larissa’s sleeping form, and draped his arm across her body.

She was cold. So cold his body recoiled, and he pushed himself up onto his elbow.

“Are you okay, baby? Larissa?” Mitchell gripped her waist, then ran his hand up to her chest. She felt unnaturally still. “Hey, Google, turn on the bedroom lights.”

The lamps on the nightstands and the overhead recessed lighting came on, illuminating the scene.

Larissa lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling. He thought he’d seen her eyes soulless before, but this was different. Her beautiful eyes looked as though they’d filmed over. Most of her skin was bloodless, but as he looked, he realized the backs of her arms and legs had gone a bruised, purple color. She’d obviously been dead for a while.

He gasped in a breath, felt his throat spasm. His shaking fingers traveled to her face, traced her icy features.

“No, oh no, baby! No, Larissa, no, no no no…”

Mitchell gathered her body up in his arms and cradled her against his chest, weeping. Shock and grief washed over him, drowned him.

He sat like that for a long time, his shoulders shaking and his face buried in her hair.

An unexpected sound finally caught his attention. He didn’t know how much time had passed.

“Mitchell. Mitchell!”

A voice, her voice, pulled him out of his grieving stupor. He lifted his head.

“Mitchell! Honey, wake up!”

The weight in his arms vanished. Mitchell wrenched his eyes open, blinking up into the dark. The scent of Larissa’s herbal shampoo enveloped him.

“Mitchell? Are you okay?”

He reached up with both hands, finding her face in the dark. Her skin was warm and soft to the touch, and a few seconds later he felt her hands on his chest.

“I can feel your heart pounding.”

He saw the glint of her eyes in the moonlight, then released her face, wrapping his arms around her body. She was warm and lush against him as he drew her down.

“Say something,” she whispered. “What’s wrong?”

His lips were near her bad ear, so he spoke loudly. “I had a nightmare. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Her hands were in his hair now, stroking. “Whatever it was about, it’s over now. I’m here.”

He held her until he’d stopped shaking, then rolled over with her, settling her back down on her pillow and giving her a soft kiss. “I’m sorry I woke you.”

“Don’t be. Do you want to talk about it?” Her voice sounded husky with sleep. The sound was beautiful to his ears.

He settled in beside her, nuzzled her neck. Rested his hand on her upper abdomen, where he could feel her breathing. “I just want to lay here with you.”

She took a deep breath under his hand, and he closed his eyes.

Larissa

As they laid there, she felt his lips against her neck. He kissed her pulse point, then peppered kisses just underneath her jaw. The hand on her stomach moved down to her hip, her thigh, then slid back up beneath her nightgown.

His hand massaged her ass, feeling her flesh. She was a little surprised; she would have guessed that after his nightmare he might want to cuddle before he hopefully drifted off to sleep.

Instead, he rose up onto his elbow and gave her a soft kiss that grew deeper, his tongue plunging into her mouth. They kissed like this for a while, until he pulled back and asked: “Is this okay? Do you feel okay?”

Larissa rolled toward him and hooked her leg over his. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, and the movement pressed her warm, wet sex against the bulge tenting the front of his drawstring pants. She rolled her hips and said: “I feel wonderful.”

Mitchell captured her mouth again and they kissed deeply for a long time, their bodies grinding and humping against each other, separated only by a thin layer of fabric.

Larissa reached down and grasped the waistband of his pants, pulling them down below his erection. Then she guided him to her, rubbing his dick along her wetness until he couldn’t take it anymore and sheathed himself inside of her.

Larissa gasped into his mouth. He grasped her ass with one hand, pinning her against him as he thrust in and out of her.

She was already close, her breathing fast and her muscles tightening. He let go of her ass and slipped his hand between them, his hand pressing against her pelvis. His thumb found her clit and circled. His tongue plunged deep into her mouth as she came, crying out against his lips, clenching around his cock until he followed, emptying himself inside of her.

Larissa laid there with him for a long time, his ear to her chest.

“Do you need your inhaler? I can hear you wheezing.”

“I’ll get it. I have to go to the bathroom, anyway. I’m okay.”

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Larissa, the next morning

She stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body before stopping by the sink for a glass of water.

She sat at her bedroom vanity, taking her pills and readying her maintenance inhaler. She checked the dose count on the side of the purple disk, then pushed the cover and dose lever with her thumb, listening to them click. She exhaled, then put the mouthpiece in her mouth and inhaled deeply.

The incident in the SUV, when she aspirated vomit, had done a lot of damage. The cardiac arrest caused neurological and cardiovascular damage, resulting in hearing loss in her left ear and an arrhythmia. She now had true syncopal episodes along with the epilepsy. And the lung infection had nearly killed her, leaving her with asthma. The health issues and medication for the seizures often made her tired, and since the meds interfered with hormonal birth control, Mitchell had had a vasectomy a couple of months prior. Neither of them wanted children, and she’d been informed that at her age and with her health issues, a pregnancy would be very dangerous.

She held her breath for ten seconds, then released it, putting the inhaler away and going to the bathroom to rinse out her mouth.

By the time she’d dried her hair and put on makeup, Mitchell leaned into the bedroom and told her he’d made breakfast. She wrapped herself in a robe and followed him to the table, reaching for his hand.

“Thank you… are you okay this morning?”

“I’m okay. Just a little bit of a headache.”

She squeezed his hand, then lifted up onto her toes to kiss him. “I would have cooked, you should be resting so your headache doesn’t get worse.”

“It’s okay. I wanted you to have a nice morning. Your first back at the office.”

“Yeah,” she murmured, trying to ignore the quake of anxiety in her stomach.

She looked up and realized Mitchell was watching her. He looked concerned, but he gave her a bright smile. “It will be nice to have you at the office again. I missed you. Are you ready?”

“Yes. No. It’s complicated.”

“I understand. I know I got a more gradual reintroduction since I worked remote for a while. It was like starting a new job, only with lots of people who already know you.”

Larissa took a sip of her coffee. Decaf—a change, one among many. “And who know what happened to you. I should be used to that.”

“Hey,” Mitchell said, waiting until she was looking at him. “You’re amazing. Everything you’ve been through, and here you are, going back to work. It’s okay if things feel shaky right now. And it’s okay if at the end of the day you want to try remote instead.”

She offered him a smile, wanting to see the lines between his eyes ease. They did, and he smiled back. “It’s only for a matter of months, and then we get a wedding and a vacation!”

“Are you going to ask Kieran about being a bridesmaid today?”

“Yes, we’re already running super short on notice. I’m going to see if she can go get measured soon. Assuming she says ‘yes.’ It’s unusual, I imagine, being a bridesmaid for your supervisor.”

“She’ll say yes,” Mitchell said, laughing. “And she’ll cry.”

“That’s why we keep my office stocked with tissues.” Larissa laughed and picked up her fork. “I’m going to eat. Thank you for the omelet, it looks delicious!”

Larissa, an hour and a half later.

“Ready?” Mitchell held his hand out to her to help her out of the car. He had a big smile on his face, but she could see the worry etched between his brows.

“I’ll say it again: Yes. No. It’s complicated.” Larissa slipped her hand into his and let him pull her out of the car. He wrapped his arms around her and planted a kiss on her temple.

“If you need me, nothing is so important that you can’t interrupt.” He spoke into her hair, though he leaned closer to her good ear and enunciated. “If you start feeling unwell, or upset, or you just want to see me.”

“Thank you. I’m sure I’ll be fine, though I might take you up on that last one.” She smiled and turned, linking her elbow with his. “Let’s do it.”

“You have spare medication and your inhaler?”

“Just like I did when we headed out twenty minutes ago. How’s your head?”

“Better.”

She squeezed his arm. “We’ll be okay.”

Upstairs, she saw mostly familiar faces with a few new scattered throughout. Everyone was kind. Mark gave her a single long-stemmed rose, Liam a bear hug. Kieran met her at the door of their office suite and burst into tears.

“I’m so glad you’re back, it just hasn’t been the same!”

Larissa gave the younger woman a hug and let her find a vase for the rose. “It’s good to see you, too, Kieran. It’s good to be back.”

Her assistant sniffled and blotted at her eyes. She gave Larissa a determined look. “Mitchell already filled me in on everything you need from me health-wise. You’re going to be okay. I’ll take care of you.”

Larissa glanced at Mitchell, who was hovering in the doorway. “I actually have something for you.” She slipped a greeting card out of her bag and handed it to Kieran.

Kieran sniffled, raised her eyebrows. Larissa watched her open the card and read it. Then the woman gasped and practically threw herself at Larissa. “Yes! Oh my God! Of course!”

“You’ve been good to me,” Larissa told her. “I know you’re my assistant, but you’ve gone above and beyond to treat me like a regular person with feelings. I have always appreciated your warmth and your discretion.”

Then, she said: “We’re going to have lots of fun!”

Two months later

“Come on to my office with me, Jenna,” Larissa said, gesturing at the newest member of the marketing department. “We haven’t really gotten to talk much since I got back, and if we wait too long, l will be gone again!”

The staffer, a nice young woman a couple of years out of college, said something Larissa didn’t catch.

“Sorry!” Larissa stopped walking and moved to the woman’s other side. “I have some hearing loss in that ear.”

They both tapped their badges on the sensor by the security desk, then again at the elevator.

The young woman said: “I have been looking forward to getting to know you better.Everyone, and I mean that literally, has spoken very highly of you.”

“Kieran told me you and I share an alma mater! I wonder if any of my professors were still there when you went through.”

“Old Crowley for sure,” Jenna said, grinning ruefully. The elevator door opened, and the receptionist waved at them both as they walked by.

“Oh my God,” Larissa said. “Did he make your group perform those awful, pre-written skits on Maslow’s hierarchy of needs?”

Jenna laughed. “Yes! He’s famous for it. There’s TikToks out there from his class!”

“Oh no,” Larissa groaned. They were at her office suite, and she reached for the doorknob, looking back at Jenna as she pushed open the door. “I don’t think I could stand to watch. I still have nightmares about his class!”

The other woman started to laugh, but then her face paled and her eyes widened. “Oh my God!”

Larissa whirled to see what had frightened Jenna and felt the blood drain out of her own face.

Her assistant, Kieran, was sprawled on the floor, unmoving and seemingly unconscious.

“Kieran! Oh! I thought she looked pale earlier!” Larissa dropped her purse and hurried to Kieran’s desk, pushing the panic button before grabbing the cordless phone and kneeling next to her. “Kieran?! Hey, wake up! Kieran!”

Jenna hovered in the doorway, her hands pressed to her mouth.

“KIERAN!” Larissa gently turned Kieran’s face toward the ceiling, patting her cheek. The other woman’s eyes were closed and her lips dusky. Larissa tipped her assistant’s head back, opening her airway and listening and feeling for breath.

Kieran was completely still; there was no reassuring puff of air against Larissa’s cheek.

“Oh, she’s not breathing! Jenna, go get the AED from the hall. It’s between here and Mark’s office, on the right! Now! Go!”

The other woman disappeared into the hall. Larissa snatched up the handset and dialed 9 to get an outside line, before dialing 9-1-1.

Her heart pounding, she laid the phone down on the carpet and rose up on her knees. Her hands shook. She’d attended the same CPR classes as everyone else. Unlike Mitchell, however, Larissa had never had to use the training.

Larissa quickly traced the bottom edge of Kieran’s bra through her shirt and then ran her fingers up to the halfway point of Kieran’s sternum. Then she clasped her hands together, pressed the heel of her hand to Kieran’s breastbone, and leaned her shoulders over hands. She pushed down, hard. It wasn’t enough.

Larissa pulled her hands back up and adjusted her position, hiking up her skirt and swinging her leg over the other woman. She straddled her, hoping for better leverage as she performed chest compressions. The woman’s ribcage gave under her hands, and her head tipped to the side.

“…two and three and four and one and two…”

An unwelcome wave of remembered sensations rolled over her. Suffocation. Chest pain. Bone-deep weakness. Dry, cool hospital air.

I can’t keep this up long, I need some help here…

The call connected. “What’s the nature of the emergency?”

“I have the AED!” Larissa heard from behind her.

“B-bring it here! Yes, I have someone here who isn’t breathing…” Larissa coughed then cleared her throat, trying to focus on the chest compressions she was giving Kieran. Her assistant’s ribcage flexed under her hands, and she could see her shoulders rocking. “One and two and three and four and one and two…”

“What is your address?”

“… four and one and two…”

Jenna piped up, explaining their location, her voice quavering.

Then, from down the hall, they heard Mitchell call out: “Larissa?!”

Mitchell

“…year-end sales projections are—”

“Oh, Greg, hang on!” Charise raised her hand, looking at her phone. “Mitchell, did you get this text from the panic button system? The message says it’s the button at Kieran’s desk—”

Mitchell jumped out of his seat and bolted from his office, not bothering to excuse himself. The door opened before he reached it, and he saw Liam step to the side, his face concerned.

“You saw the message?” the younger man asked. Mitchell hurried past without a word.

When he reached the hallway, her name burst from his mouth. “Larissa?!”

Kieran was becoming adept at helping with Larissa’s health issues, and she wouldn’t hit the panic button unless—

The door to Larissa’s office suite was wide open, and he ran inside, feeling like he completely understood the expression “to have one’s heart in one’s mouth.”

An unexpected scene rendered him speechless. Kieran, laying senseless on the floor with ghostly pale skin and blue lips. Larissa, her skirt hiked up as she straddled her dying assistant, trying to put all of her weight into the compressions she was performing. Their newest employee, Jenna, kneeling beside them, tears running down her cheeks as she opened the AED.

“…don’t know! She’s been having a lot of stomach aches lately and had to take almost a week off, but I think she said it was just nerves…” Larissa sounded short of breath. “I found her like this! God, her lips are blue!”

“Is she dead?” Jenna asked, sniffling.

Larissa coughed, and started counting again. “One and two and…”

“Apply pads and plug in connector!” the AED chimed in.

“One and two and three and…”

Mitchell dropped down next to Kieran and put his hand on Larissa’s back. He could hear a slight squeak to her panting respirations. “Let me take over, baby, you’re wheezing.”

“Can you confirm that you are performing CPR and using an AED?” a voice asked from the phone handset on the floor.

“Yes!” Larissa gasped, raising her hands so that Mitchell could take over. She scooted back and then climbed off, reaching toward Jenna. “I’ll take over the AED. Go to the elevator and meet security!”

“One, two, three, four….” Mitchell briefly looked down at the young woman, his shocked brain wondering what on earth might have happened. Larissa reached in with a pair of shears and he lifted his hands, watching as she cut through Kieran’s blouse and bra, freeing her breasts and exposing her reddening sternum. Mitchell shoved his hands between her breasts, making them quake with the force of his compressions.

“Apply pads and plug in the connector!”

Larissa made short work of the pads, her hands smoothing them flat on Kieran’s skin, and plugged the leads into the AED. “Analyzing! Do not touch patient!”

Mitchell leaned back, lifting his hands again.

“Sir?” he heard from the doorway.

“Shock advised. Charging!”

Mitchell looked up and spotted a member of the security staff. “Make sure the ambulance crew gets up here unimpeded. They should be here any minute!”

“Do not touch patient! Press shock button!”

“I’m clear!” Mitchell said. Larissa reached over and pressed the flashing orange button. They both watched as Kieran jerked, her torso bowing up for a split second and her limbs flinching. Mitchell held his breath.

Larissa

“Shock delivered. Perform two minutes of CPR.”

A noise slipped out of her, something between a gasp, a cough, and a sob. Mitchell was already pumping Kieran’s chest again. Beads of sweat were collecting on his brow, and when she looked him over, he was looking back at her, his own gaze awash with memories. They looked at each other for several long seconds, Mitchell’s shoulders bobbing, and then together they looked down at Kieran.

“One, two, three…” Kieran’s stomach distended with each thrust of Mitchell’s hands, her breasts wobbling from the force.

“What happened?” Mark exclaimed from above. “I thought it was you, Larissa!”

She looked up; Mark filled the doorway with his frame, trying to block Kieran’s exposed body from passersby.

“I don’t know!” Larissa gasped, feeling her shoulders heaving as she breathed. “I came in here… she was on the floor… t-turning blue…”

“Are you alright? Do you need your inhaler?” Mark looked down, and spotted Larissa’s handbag near his feet. He scooped it up and handed it to her before resuming his position at the door.

“One, two, three, four, one…” Mitchell was looking at her, even as he was working on Kieran. She nodded at him, hoping that was reassuring, and started digging around in her purse.

“We have an ambulance three minutes out from your location,” the operator said. “Does the patient have a heart condition?”

“Not that… we know… of…” Breathing felt like sucking air through a straw. Her fingers closed around her inhaler, and she pulled it free, shaking it vigorously.

“One, two, three, four, one, two, three…”

Larissa held the inhaler up to her mouth, exhaling through her nose as she wrapped her lips around the mouthpiece. Then she took a slow breath, depressing the albuterol canister. When she couldn’t inhale any more, she removed the inhaler from her mouth and held her breath for ten seconds.

“Analyzing rhythm. Do not touch patient.”

“Mark,” Mitchell said, lifting his hands. “Switch with me?”

“Analyzing rhythm. Do not touch patient. Shock advised. Charging.”

Mark hurried into the room, kneeling next to Kieran as Mitchell scooted around her body to get closer to Larissa.

“Press the shock button. Do not touch patient. Press the shock button, do not touch patient.” Larissa checked to see if anyone was touching Kieran, then pressed the flashing orange button.

As Kieran’s torso jumped fractionally off the carpet, Larissa wrapped her lips around the mouthpiece and gave herself another puff of albuterol. She dropped the inhaler in her purse, holding her breath.

“Shock delivered. Perform two minutes of CPR.” Mark leaned over Kieran, shoulders squared, arms straight. His first few compressions were hesitant and shallow, but he quickly got the hang of it and forced the young woman’s sternum down to the correct depth.

Larissa let out her held breath. Mitchell was at her side, saying something, but she found it hard to look away from what Mark was doing to her assistant. Kieran’s head wobbled, her shoulders twitching. Her breasts quaked with each compression. Larissa could see her assistant’s ribcage flexing as her sternum was forced downward. The young woman’s belly rippled, and her legs rocked.

Larissa reached out and grasped Kieran’s hand.

Help will be here soon, Larissa thought, her own shoulders heaving as she coughed. She felt tears well in her eyes. Hang on.

Mitchell

“Are you okay?” he asked her.

Larissa didn’t answer; her eyes were locked on Kieran, taking in her assistant’s dire appearance. He watched her reach out and grasp Kieran’s hand.

“…two, three, four…”

Larissa was coughing, a dry cough that he was, unfortunately, all too familiar with.

“Are you okay?” Mitchell asked again, uncertain if she’d heard him the first time. He reached over and put his hand on her back, rubbing in a slow circle. “Try to breathe in through your nose. The inhaler should work shortly, right?”

Larissa nodded and straightened her shoulders, evidently trying to make it easier on herself to breathe.

“…three, four, one, two, three…”

“An ambulance just pulled up outside,” his CFO, Charise, said from the doorway. “And Dennis has already reached out to her emergency contacts.”

“Is Dan… on that… list?” Larissa asked, referring to Kieran’s live-in boyfriend. He’d proposed to her a few weeks prior. “He… needs to… know.”

“I’ll find out,” Charise said, her face somber as she turned to hurry down the hall.

“One, two, three…”

“Don’t try to talk, baby. Save your air.” Mitchell kept rubbing her back, following her gaze down to Mark’s hands pumping hard and fast into Kieran’s petite chest.

Mark continued to count steadily, all while Kieran’s body let out small huffing noises from her mouth, and creaking sounds from her ribcage.

“Stay on the line until the paramedics reach the scene,” the operator said.

“Analyzing rhythm. Do not touch patient.” Mark lifted his hands and scooted back. Larissa released Kieran’s hand. “Analyzing rhythm, do not touch patient. Shock advised. Charging.”

“Come on, Kieran,” Larissa whispered.

“Press the shock button. Do not touch patient. Press the shock button. Do not touch patient.” Larissa pressed the button, and all three of them watched as Kieran’s torso bowed off the carpet for a split second.

“Shock delivered. Resume CPR for two minutes.”

“Damn,” Mark said, sagging as Mitchell pulled away from Larissa and leaned over Kieran again. “Do you think she had—has a heart condition?”

“This way! Right in here!” Mitchell heard voices in the hall, and then the office suddenly filled with paramedics, a gurney, and equipment.

In short order, Mitchell was replaced by a short female paramedic, who began pumping furiously on Kieran’s bruised chest. He helped Larissa to her feet and onto the small sofa on the side wall of the office. Mark moved back to the doorway.

Larissa was coughing and crying, fat tears rolling down her cheeks as she watched the paramedics swarm over Kieran.

“We don’t know what happened,” Mark was saying. “She was found not breathing. We’ve performed CPR since she was found, and she’s had three shocks from the AED. Her name is Kieran.”

The medic continued to give hard and fast chest compressions, the force telegraphing through Kieran’s stomach and into her legs. While they watched, one of the medics cut down the side of Kieran’s skirt and reached in to palpate her femoral pulse. The bystander AED pads were removed, and a larger set of pads was applied, another female medic working quickly around the hands of the medic performing compressions. The third paramedic connected a bag valve mask to a small oxygen canister and fitted the mask to Kieran’s face.

The blonde paramedic stopped compressions briefly, and Kieran’s chest rose and fell as the medic squeezed the bulb twice.

“One, two, three…”

The heart monitor let out a series of warning chimes.

“Hold compressions… V-fib. We’re going to go ahead and shock her. Continue compressions until I say… Charging to two hundred…” The medic operating the defibrillator nodded. “Okay. Pause compressions, everyone clear.”

The paramedics held up their hands and the woman pressed a flashing button on the front of the device. Kieran’s body jerked again, and the female medic was back on her chest performing compressions before the lead medic called out: “Still in v-fib. I want you to intubate, I will start an IV and give her epi; we analyze again in two minutes.”

Mitchell looked at Larissa. She was breathing fast, and despite all of the other sounds in the room he could hear the whistle of her exhalations.

“Larissa?” he asked quietly.

Larissa

As she watched, the male medic opened a laryngoscope and slid the blade into Kieran’s throat. A tube followed, placement verified during a brief pause in chest compressions. Then the medic inflated the cuff and used tape to secure the endotracheal tube. The white tape obscured most of Kieran’s blue lips.

Compressions continued, now unabated, with the male medic rhythmically squeezing the bag he’d attached to Kieran’s tube.

Meanwhile, the lead medic started the IV, administered epinephrine, and performed a glucose finger stick.

“Glucose is good… She’s still in v-fib, continue compressions while the defibrillator charges to two hundred.”

Larissa watched as the compressions continued until the lead medic called for everyone to clear. Kieran’s body jerked again, and then two of the medics changed places. Now the male medic’s large hands shoved Kieran’s sternum down, forcing her belly to distend. Then the medic’s hands recoiled, and Kieran’s abdomen flattened.

“Pushing another epi.”

The albuterol was starting to help. Larissa could feel her chest beginning to open, though she was still coughing. Mitchell was holding her upright so she could breathe.

“Larissa. Larissa!” She realized Mitchell had been trying to get her attention. He’d taken her wrist in his hands and pressed two of his fingers to the pulse there. “Your heart’s beating very fast, baby. I know it’s hard to breathe, but you need to try to calm down.”

“Ma’am?” The lead medic looked in Larissa’s direction. “Are you having trouble breathing?”

“I have asthma… I used my rescue inhaler… and it’s helping.”

“She has asthma and an arrhythmia, amongst other health conditions,” Mitchell said. “She used her rescue inhaler before you got here. Two puffs.”

The lead paramedic, Mickie, reached for Larissa’s hand and clipped a pulse oximeter to her finger. “That’s just going to help me keep an eye on your oxygen levels. What’s your name?”

“Larissa,” she said.

“Alright, Larissa. Stay calm. If you aren’t feeling better in the next few minutes, you’ll catch a ride with us.” Then the medic turned back to Kieran and said: “Still in v-fib. Charging to three-sixty!”

The alarms briefly filled the small space until Mickie reached out and silenced them. The tall medic continued his forceful chest compressions as they watched.

“Everyone clear…” the medics pulled back as the lead reached for the flashing button. “Shocking!”

Kieran’s body jerked again.

“Pulse check!” Hands darted to her neck, wrist, and groin. A few seconds passed. “Got a pulse, confirmed sinus rhythm!”

“Patient is still apneic. Continuing respirations.”

The lead looked back at Larissa and reached for her hand to check the pulse oximeter. “Not bad. Let’s keep an eye on you, though.”

Mitchell

He watched relief filter across Larissa’s face. She was starting to get some color back, and he could no longer hear her wheezing when she breathed.

The paramedics were preparing Kieran for transport. Mitchell glanced at her face; her eyes were still closed, oxygen delivered through the tube down her throat. An ugly bruise had formed between her breasts.

An alarm sounded on the heart monitor and the lead pressed her fingers into Kieran’s neck. Ten seconds passed, and she said: “Tom! Back on her chest, she’s in v-fib again. Charging to two hundred!”

The male medic stopped what he was doing and bent over Kieran, his hands thrusting hard against her sternum, making her belly distend with each compression.

“Everybody clear!” The other female medic unhooked the bag and everyone leaned away. Kieran’s body jerked, her breasts wobbling and her hands flicking. Tom the medic was performing chest compressions again before the lead could say: “She’s asystolic. I’m going to give her epi and then we’re setting up the LUCAS for transport. Another rhythm check in two.”

Larissa was leaning back against Mitchell’s arm, her free hand clenched into a fist. He covered the fist with his hand and squeezed.

Mitchell watched the lead pull a large plastic case off the gurney. She unpacked it quickly, placing what looked like an undersized yellow backboard horizontally on the floor above Kieran’s head.

“Pause compressions!” Tom lifted his hands, the other female medic unhooked the bag, and the lead slid her arm under Kieran’s shoulders, heaving her torso up off the floor. Kieran’s head tipped back, the tube waving around in the air. The other female medic grabbed the yellow board and slipped it under her back. The lead laid her back down and CPR continued.

The lead picked something else up out of the case; a motor, with two arms and a suction cup in the middle. She moved it over Kieran. Tom stopped chest compressions to help her click the arms into place on the ends of the yellow board, then positioned the suction cup arm between her breasts and over the bruises. The lead pressed a button on the top of the device and the arm between her breasts pistoned downward, forcing her ribcage to cave in before it came back up, the suction cup forcing rapid recoil.

The machine made a loud nn-hit, nn-hit, nn-hit noise and he felt Larissa flinch. He turned to her, wrapping his arms around her to comfort them both.

Larissa

Mitchell was trying to keep her from watching, but she couldn’t look away. The machine forced Kieran’s sternum down at a rapid rate, making her belly ripple and her breasts wobble. The second female medic was still rhythmically squeezing the bag. The lead medic clipped Kieran into a harness, then strapped her wrists to the sides of the device.

“Pausing the LUCAS to analyze.” The room suddenly grew much quieter, despite the alarms coming from the heart monitor. “Still asystolic, restarting the LUCAS. I’ll push another epi. In two minutes, we’ll analyze one more time and then we’ll get her loaded.”

Mitchell squeezed Larissa hard, and she pressed her face into his shoulder. “Mitchell…”

“I know, baby. I’m so sorry.” She heard his voice crack.

The two minutes stretched out, an endless series of nn-hit noises and the whoosh of the ambu bag. She felt the lead medic hold her hand steady and then remove the pulse oximeter.

“Looking good, Larissa. I still suggest you consult with your physician. We’re taking good care of your friend. Just breathe easy.”

Larissa made herself look again. Nothing appeared to have changed. Kieran’s skin looked gray. The machine pistoned into her mercilessly, making her entire body rock. The machine itself swayed above her, held in place only by the unnatural hug of Kieran’s strapped-in arms.

“Pause the LUCAS.” The sound stopped. “V-fib! Resume the LUCAS while I charge the defib to three-sixty!”

The machine gave Kieran a series of hard, efficient chest compressions. The medic continued squeezing the bag.

“Clear!”

The medic unhooked the bag, and Kieran’s body flinched, the movement breaking against the arm of the CPR device.

“Pause the LUCAS, check the cup position while I analyze…” The machine stopped, though she saw Kieran’s chest rise as the medic squeezed the bag. “V-fib, resume compressions with the LUCAS…”

The LUCAS’ precise compressions continued for another thirty seconds, when it suddenly stopped.

The medics were obviously not expecting that; after a split second’s hesitation, the lead pressed a button on the device once, twice, and then said: “Removing the LUCAS! Tom, switch with Beth, Beth you’ll get on her chest!”

Tom and Mickie unclipped the device from the yellow board. The left arm hung up, and there was a brief period where the lead reached around and performed one-handed chest compressions. Finally, the device was free and Tom laid the malfunctioning machine off to the side.

Beth crawled around and straddled Kieran, her hands plunging into Kieran’s sternum. The woman’s breasts wobbled violently as Beth forced her sternum toward her heart. Larissa heard a cracking sound, but the medic didn’t seem fazed, continuing the brutal assault.

Tom, having crawled around to Kieran’s head, took over squeezing the bag, double checking the connection to the oxygen canister as he worked.

Even with the woman straddling her, Larissa could see Kieran’s abdomen ripple.

After ninety seconds, the lead medic said: “Everyone clear, analyzing! Analyzing… Still in v-fib. Beth, perform chest compressions until it’s charged. Charging to three-sixty!

Beth rose up onto one foot and put her weight into Kieran’s chest. She performed eleven chest compressions before leaning back so that the lead could shock Kieran. Her torso jumped, making a small sound on the floor.

“V-fib. Dammit! Switch and resume chest compressions. Pushing epinephrine.”

Tom and Beth switched positions, his larger hands dwarfing Kieran’s chest. Larissa could see her entire ribcage bend and flex, giving to the rhythm.

“We don’t have to watch this anymore, Larissa. You don’t have to watch this.” Mitchell took her face in his hands. “We can step out.”

The thought made Larissa cry harder.

“Alright, Kieran. You have to beat your heart normally…” The lead medic was watching the time. “She’s been down twelve minutes this time, at least twelve minutes the first time, if not longer. If we don’t get sinus this next time I’m going to call in to the medical center. Okay, pause compressions. Still in v-fib, resume compressions while I charge to three-sixty… Pause compressions, everyone clear? Clear! Shocking!”

There were a few seconds of silence and then Larissa heard the lead say: “Sinus! Checking her blood pressure and then let’s get her to the hospital ASAP!”

Mitchell and Larissa held each other, afraid to hope but doing so anyway.

Larissa

Sitting by the window at home, Larissa burrowed under her blanket and nursed her cup of tea.

She’d taken the day off, telling Mitchell she just wasn’t up for work. He’d required a lot of convincing that her problem was psychological, not physical, and even then he’d been reluctant to go in.

She did feel fatigued, though she expected this was due to the metaphorical heaviness of her heart.

It was the third day since she’d found Kieran on the floor of their office suite. She’d dragged herself to work the first two days, glued to her phone, greedily awaiting any scrap of information that Kieran’s fiancé Dan would send her. Larissa was, understandably, not his priority. Still, he’d been kind enough to provide the occasional update.

The first was that Kieran was still alive. She’d crashed again on the way to the hospital and arrived in cardiac arrest. They’d resuscitated her a third time, and blood work had revealed a severe potassium deficiency, brought on by Kieran’s recent intestinal illness. The young woman had been loading herself up with medication, trying to hide how sick she was, and instead of going to the doctor she had hauled herself to work.

Guilt lay heavy on Larissa’s shoulders. I should have noticed. Maybe Dennis could have told her she couldn’t come back without a doctor’s note.

A slightly less self-pitying voice said: And she would have died at home while Dan was at work.

Kieran had been sedated since, and they hoped to wake her up today.

So, Larissa sipped her tea, hoping for news.

Enough time passed that she dozed off, her cup on an end table, her phone cradled in her lap. She dreamed but couldn’t have said of what.

The phone in her lap buzzed, pulling her out of her sleepy stupor. Groggy and disoriented, she picked it up and unlocked the screen.

She’s awake! Dan’s text read. And she knows who I am!

Larissa sat up straight, rubbed her eyes, and read it again. She fired back: Oh, thank God!!! Thank you for telling me! Please tell her how much we all love her!!!

Then she called Mitchell.

He answered on the second ring. “Hey, baby. Are you okay? Any news?”

“Dan texted!” She heard his sharp intake of breath. “She’s awake and she knows him! That’s all the message said, but oh God, Mitchell, she’s alive and she woke up!”

He was silent for a few seconds, and then he cleared his throat. “I’m so glad, baby! That’s such great news! Should I tell everyone?”

“I think you should. Everyone is waiting to hear. Mitchell?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, baby.”

The next Larissa and Mitchell story is 'Til Death Do Us Part.

#resus writing #cpr resus #female resus #medical drama

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glimmerousest · 2 months

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Maya crossed her legs in the middle of her bed and began to pray to the Holy Mother. Deliver me from my lack of focus. Deliver me from my lack of focus. Deliver me from Nick’s lack of focus, too. We’re not making much money. Give me a nice way to make money quick, please. Hm. This sounds more like a Google search. Sorry, Holy Mother, for failing you again. Or, rather, forgive me, Holy Mother, for not trying my hardest in Your name. In the name of justice! (is what Nick would say.) Um, sorry again.

Her phone dinged.

Sorry again, amen. She sighed, groaned, and reached over to check her notifications. It was, of course, Nick. She really should stop leaving the ringer on during her daily prayer, but it was messages like these – “Do you want ramen? It’s Edgeworth’s treat, for you!” – that never seemed to make it possible.

“Sure thing, where do I meet you?”

“Office in 20.”

Maya rolled her eyes. She never got more than half an hour lead time on the best of days. I guess it’s time to call today’s training a wash and cash in on some free food!

Just like you have every other day for the past four months, a little angry voice said inside her head. What would Mia say? She was always working so hard.

“Shut up, stupid ass,” Maya said out loud. “Mia loved her friends.”

But she wasn’t sure.

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That night, at the ramen shop, Maya and Phoenix arrived fashionably late and found two seats saved for them at the end of the table – one that was FAR fuller than Maya had expected. “Nick, you didn’t tell me it was a PARTY!” she exclaimed excitedly. It looked like all the tables in the place had been shoved together to accommodate them. “Who are all these people?”

Phoenix grinned abashedly. “Well, it’s not like the number of people has ever stopped you from chowing down before.”

“Whatever. I didn’t even know we had this many friends!” Maya sat down at the end of the table with a sarcastic frown, and looked to her left to introduce herself to the person seated there –

And blinked like a mouse confronted with a hawk. Well, like a Maya confronted with a hawk. Because there, staring into her eyes, was a fucking hawk. Nick’s voice faded into the background, saying, “This is the annual Tokyangeles legal gathering, and we were invited as a firm, and, you know, as assistant manager, you definitely…….”

Maya had stopped listening. The face attached to the man upon whom the hawk was perched was one she recognized from one of the darkest times in her life. She had been led by cell after cell, curious eyes peering out from the dimly-lit rooms to see who was being paraded through this time, and met the piercing eyes of one man – he stood out even now in her mind, sad and defiant and ANGRY, so angry, just like her – no, Maya FEY is not an angry person – so angry and, well, now that she was catching those eyes a second time, absolutely gorgeous.

“Oh, it’s you! From jail!” she said, and then mentally slammed her head into the table. Not a good time, Maya.

“It’s you, from jail.” He laughed, and held out his hand. “I’m Simon Blackquill, and I work for the prosecutor’s office. Does it feel good to be out?”

“It does! I’m Maya Fey, assistant manager at Wright & Co. Law Offices. Nice to meetcha.” She looked down at her menu. “I’m starving! Nick, what are you getting?”

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Maya, she thought, had done a remarkable job of appearing normal and delighted as she fed little tidbits to Taka, as she’d learned the hawk’s name was, and making small talk with Simon and the fellow across from him, who she had gathered was some sort of rock star. That said, she had also had plenty of that sake lychee cocktail that Edgeworth kept paying for. She had even offered to cover the tab once (a Fey clan taboo). Of course nobody accepted.

“Maya, we should probably head out soon if you want a ride,” Phoenix said, his own head clearly on a little crooked after the festivities.

Edgeworth was practically supporting him, though he didn’t look so good either. “We’re getting a cab, Miss Fey, and you’re welcome to stay at my house if you’d like. The guest bedroom, I’ve been told, is quite comfortable.”

Maya gave Simon and his rock star friend a look – Please don’t make me go home with them. The rock star grinned. “Don’t worry, Herr Edgeworth. Have a good night. We’re going to be meeting Herr Blackquill’s friends across town – isn’t that right?”

“Yes, several of my friends have installed themselves at one of our favorite bars. Please don’t worry, Prosecutor Edgeworth. We’re going to have an excellent night on the town. And YOU old folks,” Simon winked at Phoenix, “can have an excellent night in.”

“I’m twenty-nine!” Phoenix rolled his eyes, but didn’t really protest as the entire party – fourteen of them in all – followed Edgeworth, who cringed a little bit as he paid off their tab, out the door. Simon, the rock star, a fellow called Apollo who worked in Kristoph Gavin’s office, and Maya stood around gossiping a little as the older folks filed out. Edgeworth’s cab was the last to arrive, but it was black and looked more like a limo than an Uber. Maya could have sworn it was a police officer driving, too – did Maggey Byrde pick up a side gig?

“Good night, Klavier, Simon,” said Edgeworth as he hustled Phoenix into the back of his cab. “See you soon, Maya! Stay safe!”

She grinned, waving. “Have a good night, you two!” Thank god, now I don’t have to ask the rock star’s name again.

“Well,” said Simon finally, “who’s up for a little walk in the rain?”

#feyquill #don't worry about it this is nothing #but i have written fanfiction for the first time in I think years #oh also i didn't say but obviously phoenix doesn't get disbarred in this au #i don't have an ao3 but i'll put it there if I ever getone #part one of two tbh #part two will arrive soon

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mothgodofchaos · 1 year

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O_O

Okay large android man, ofc. But short reader. Short equals angry. Violence even.

Large Android man being wrestling with Y/n for literally no good reason but they started it

Wrestle

I have been staring at this since you requested it. I had an idea for it (as you can see) but getting the words to work has been a battle. I really like the idea of this. Especially since my Google is seven feet tall. So smol reader is just gonna be like, a koala on him.

Googliplier x Short!GN!Reader, TW: injury Words: 417

You’re sitting on your couch, reading a book as your Google unit is in the garage, working on his project car. He hums as he works, something that makes you smile, your focus no longer on the words on the page. You can’t quite make out what it is, but listening to his deep bass is soothing.

The book is placed down on the coffee table with a bookmark, as you shift to rest your chin in the palm of your hand, looking adoringly in the direction of the garage. You close your eyes for a moment, simply listening to the humming and tinkering of the car. A soft swear is uttered along with a grunt of pain, and he ends up coming in, washing his hands in the kitchen.

“Are you okay… Googs?”

Getting up from your seat, you head into the kitchen, poking your head around the corner to see him patching up his hand, blue liquid leaking from it. He’s covered in motor oil and grease, but your focus goes to his injury.

“I am fine, thank you for your concern.”

“Go shower up, I’ll get your repair kit.”

“I don’t need t-”

“Google…”

He blushes, nods, and goes back to the bedroom to shower off. Proud of yourself, you go put the car back down, and put away his tools. Once all picked up, you meet him back out in the living room, but he’s hiding his hand from you.

“Lemme see your hand.”

“No, I’m fine.”

“Just long enough for me to fix it!”

“No!”

You go to grab his hand to which he holds far above his head. He smirks at you, seeing that he has beaten your one shortfall, your height.

“I will climb your tree lookin’ ass.”

He laughs, before laughing even harder as you attempt to climb up on him. He keeps his hand out of your reach, but you have firmly climbed onto his back, with your arms around his shoulders. He calms his laugh a little bit, holding his hand close so you can see it. It’s already mostly repaired on its own, not needing your assistance.

“See? Are you happy?”

“Yes! Thank you! I should climb you more often.”

“Do I have a koala for a partner now? Little spark likes to jump all over~?”

Now your turn to blush, he cranes his next back to kiss your cheek, going about the house like he would before, now with a very red, very cute, backpack.

#googliplier #google #markiplier egos #markiplier google #google irl #google x reader #googliplier x reader #gn!reader #chaoswrites #TW: injury #titan tin can

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littlegoldfinchh · 8 months

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what would you do in kamurocho/sotenbori in 2006

That depends on soooooo many things ahh. Realistically since i don't speak japanese i would probably struggle with finding a job... I could probably pick up a few words and then wash the dishes/clean somewhere?? Fbdndn like 2006 didn't have duolingo yet and uhh idk about google translate either??

But i would absolutely have a goal (tracking down majima and stalk follow him around like a lost puppy until he finally starts pitying me enough to take me in. I could be his assistant even... and his confidant, best friend... his right hand arm man. His silly rabbit) and i would definitely try my best at learning the language!!!

#what about youuuuuuu #ask

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echo-echo31 · 2 years

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is it possible for more werewolf Google headcannons? If not then can you do Enemies to lovers headcannons please?

Enemies to lovers peaked my interest.

You're wholly against the whole idea of android home assistance.

Even signed a few petitions and gone to an anti-Google rally.

So when you win a prize draw your friend signed up for, you're not especially thrilled when a Google IRL turns up on your doorstep to tell you you've been selected for beta testing.

At first you try to get rid of it, calling customer services again and again, hoping to return the damn thing.

It prooves fruitless though, and you ended up striking s deal with the android, deciding it might as well help you now you're stuck with it.

So, over the course of the next few months, you allow him to do basic tasks: washing up, the laundry,

One night they decide to make you dinner, since you arrived home late. You're hesitant at first, uncertain whether Google would poison you with some kind of compliance drug.

Eventually though, you take a bite and realise it's the best thing you've ever tasted.

After that, the relationship between the two of you gets better. You even start to spend quality time chatting with them and watching movies together.

Until one night, you're woken up to the sound of glass smashing, and realise someone's broken in.

When going to one to aprehend the by infiltrator, it to turns out he's armed and you end up with your hands behind your head, doomed with the knowledge that you'd ordered Google never to automonosly power on during the night.

The burglar is considering out loud what he'll do with you, when suddenly there's a strong arm holding him up by his throat.

You hear Google threaten dangerously: "I've already called the police. I suggest you don't try anything. I'm very capable of snapping your bones and my emotion integration programme seems to be malfunctioning."

Afterwards, he holds your face in his hands, hugging you tightly as you cry into his shoulder.

A few more months pass, and the words "Grant administrative privileges' are whispered between a pair lying in the dark together.

#googleplier #markiplier egos #echo writes #markiplier headcanons

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dancingqueen0019 · 2 years

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Saving Grace Ch. 5

Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

Themes: Budding Relationship, Fluff, Awkward Love, Slow-Burn ish, Age Gap (roughly 15 years; Aaron 40ish and Reader 25)

Warnings: Mention of murders, natural death of parent (reader’s parent), slight cursing (?), school drama (slight bullying, additional school assistance)

Author’s Note: Chapter 5! Hope you enjoy. According to Google Docs its 8 Pages. This hasn’t been edited so I apologize for grammar/spelling errors

Life definitely pulled a fast one on me. On Sunday, Lucas and I drove out to the ranch to visit with mom and the grandparents. We stayed for lunch and dinner and we helped with some chores around the place. There were a couple of fences that needed fixing and the cows needed to be moved from the upper pasture to the lower one so that they could hire someone to replace the back fence line. We try to do most of the work ourselves, but with Lucas leaving, there isn’t enough manpower or time to do it completely. Mom was excited to hear all about my teaching from this past week and the upcoming events. I made Lucas swear that he wasn’t going to say a word about Aaron, and thankfully he kept his mouth shut.

She did as if there was anyone who caught my eye but I mainly brushed that off. My mother was a strong woman, especially since my father died. For the first couple of years, my grandma moved in with us so that she could help around the house and watch us. If she didn’t, I’m sure the house would have fallen apart. Eventually mom got back on her feet, but something became hard in her. She never dated again or made any indication of having feelings for another person. She thrusted herself into taking care of her children and her parents. She doesn’t know that there were times when I would wake up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water and I could hear her sobs and cries for my father.

Moments will flash before my eyes of mom and dad doing domestic things together. Maybe they were actual memories, or maybe I convinced myself that the cute things that couples do in romance movies were things that my parents did. There is one memory though that I know is 100% real, and it's only because there’s a picture to prove it happened. Lucas was messing with mom’s new camera on the kitchen table and snapped the slightly out of focus moment of dad creeping up behind mom with mud covered hands. He was working outside and I was idly playing in the mud when I convinced him to make mud pies with me. He told me to be quiet and I followed him into the kitchen. Mom was at the sink washing dishes when suddenly dad grabbed her bare arms and made her jump out of surprise. Which was quickly followed by a shriek of horror that her arms were covered by mud.

In response she flung the wet washcloth at dad and soapy water went flying through the air. A mixture of soap and mud created a mess over themselves, the counters, and floors. Bubbles drifted up to the ceiling and some went out of the open window. I loved that memory, it was one that I thought of often. Especially when I was doing the dishes.

On Monday, I got the call from Lucas while my students were at lunch that things changed drastically and he had to be deployed that night. He had already called mom and told her the news, which she didn’t take too well too, but he needed me to drive him to his drop off location. I called my building principal, Dr. Smithfield, and he said he would take care of my class the rest of the afternoon. I packed my bags and left.

I cried when saying goodbye to him and I cried when I walked in the door to an empty house. I had planned on more time with him, but we didn’t get that. Murphy stuck to my side, as if he knew why I was upset, and I even let him sleep in my bed that night.

On Tuesday, I called in sick so I didn’t have to pretend to be super cheery for my students. I texted with my mom and asked if she needed anything, but she wasn't responding. Probably left her phone like she usually does on the table while she’s out working. My next thought was to call Aaron. He did say to call him if I needed anything, but he was probably too busy at work to do anything, plus what could he do. He doesn’t have the authority to bring Lucas back, so besides that I don’t know what he could do.

He could come over and hold you. Make you dinner here. I thought hopefully to myself.

At least I have dinner tonight to look forward to. Unfortunately that means that I have to shower and put makeup on. Maybe brush my teeth too, that would probably be good. My rambling list of basic care that needed to be done was cut very short by my phone ringing.

“Hey, Aaron.” I said with a touch of tiredness in my tone. There was a loud noise of commotion in the background before what I assume was a door shutting closed.

“Y/N, hi. Jack said yesterday that you had left halfway through the day, I tried calling your work phone to reach you and a sub picked up. Is everything okay?” He spoke in a timid tone, waiting for my answer. I started choking up just a tad, “Yeah, well no. I will be soon. Lucas was deployed yesterday afternoon. He told me that things were bad over there which is why he had to leave weeks ahead of schedule. I just needed a personal day, tell Jack I’ll see him tomorrow.”

He paused for a moment before responding, “Y/N I’m so sorry to hear that. I don’t have long to talk so I’m sorry I have to add to the bad news. There’s been a case and our plane leaves in two hours. I have to cancel our dinner plans tonight and reschedule when we get back.”

I sucked in a breath and a small sob came out instead. “Y/N, please don’t cry.”

“N-no, I’m sorry.” I wiped away the tears, “I understand. Your job is really important, that has to come first. Hopefully this case ends quickly. Sorry, I’m just really emotional right now.” I threw myself back down on my bed and the remaining tears rolled down the sides of my face and pieces of hair stuck to the wet skin.

“I’ll keep you updated on when I’m back. I gotta go now.” We said goodbye to each other, but I didn’t notice that before we hung up that he heard the last sob that pushed past my lips. I thought the phone had clicked before that. I placed my phone on my nightstand and rolled over to take a nap.

It didn't last long though. The mixture of the doorbell ringing, Murphy braying, and my headache pounding was just enough to put me on the verge of calling it quits. I slowly pulled myself from my bed and trampled downstairs. I was wearing a long shirt but I forgot to put shorts on in my mental state so I just had underwear on with it. My braided hair probably looked atrocious so I tried flattening it down with my hands before pulling the front door open.

There he stood, looking like a knight in shining armor in his dress pants and white collared shirt. His eyes studied me, gazing over my body, almost checking to make sure that I was physically okay. However I think he just wanted to sneak a peek. He opened the second glass door and let himself in, without talking he pulled me into his arms for a strong hug.

Instantly I put part of my weight onto him so I could sink into the hug. His arms wrapped around my upper and lower back squeezed tighter and I shifted my head so that it was on his shoulder. The cologne he wore broke through my stuffy nose and it brought me comfort. He slowly swayed us from side to side and quietly whispered, “I couldn’t leave town without saying bye. I felt like I had to see you one more time.”

I whimpered at that and he shushed me, rubbing his hand up and down my back. My shirt bunched under his touch so now his lower hand partially laid on top of the band of my underwear. His thumb on that hand smoothed itself over my skin over and over again, tracing the same path. “It means a lot, you stopping by here. Thank you Aaron.” I mumbled against him.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” He softly asked me. I shrugged my shoulders slightly, “I honestly don’t know. Promise to be safe? I can’t spend the next several days, or however long, worrying about two people.” I felt his chest fill with air twice before he answered.

“Of course,” he placed his head on top of mine, “I promise I will be safe, as long as you take care of yourself. Okay?” I nodded in response and he pulled away a little bit. I snuck my arms around his waist and he put his hands on either side of my face. “I should be going now. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, please. You can’t be sorry for your job Aaron.” His brown eyes softened at that and a smile twitched onto his face. Before I could process what was happening, he tilted my head down a fraction and kissed my forehead. It was a firm kiss and I closed my eyes, hoping to commit this moment to memory. “I’ll see you soon, Y/N.” He slowly pulled back from me and opened the door.

I stood at the door watching him pull away from the driveway and for a moment I felt like part of me left. A small fraction drove down the driveway with him in that black car. It was going to be a long week.

Wednesday:

The school day went by so slow, it felt like pulling teeth. Jack was down in the dumps about his dad leaving and I had so much sympathy for him. Luckily I was going out to drink tonight with Sammy and the rest of our teacher friends. Normally we wouldn’t go out on a school night but tomorrow was a work from home day. All students had the day off and teachers got to catch up on their to-do list so I could drown my sorrows. Aaron had texted me late last night that he had landed and once again when he made it to his hotel room. I was thankful that he made it there safely and we texted for a little bit before he had to go to bed.

After getting home and taking care of Murphy I went ahead and got ready to go out. I just put on light wash jeans and a low cut black bodysuit with my white shoes. Sammy came over early to get ready as well and of course then we just started drinking at home. We had a sober friend driving tonight so we continued to drink until they came by. The bar wasn’t really full, since it was a Wednesday, but plenty of us were there to make it more of a party. We sat around drinking for the next three hours and I admit that I had more than I should have had.

I really wanted to drown my problems. The music was throbbing in my ears but it was a welcomed distraction. I was sitting at the table with Sammy, Mr. Mac (Whose real name is Mac), Daniel, Alice, and a couple others from my school that I don’t really talk to. Mac went to the bar to order a round of shots for our table, so I took that time to check my phone. No messages from Lucas or my mom, but there was a message from Aaron. The message came in ten minutes ago and it was already 11:30 so I wasn’t sure if he was still awake or not.

I put all my focus on unlocking my phone in my drunk state and managed to get to the messages.

Aaron: Are you still awake?

Me: Yess. You?

He read the message right away.

Aaron: How are you today?

Me: Drunk, so good. You??

I could feel the alcohol buzzing through my veins mixed with the delight of talking to him.

Me: You need to come home and drink with me, I’m funnn

Aaron: Yeah I can tell you are drunk. I’ll be home soon.

A stupid drunk smile plastered itself onto my lips. Mac came back to the table with shots in hand. We quickly threw them back and headed out onto the dance floor. All of us piled onto one another and continued dancing and taking drinks of our cocktails. Mac stole my phone and snapped a picture of Sammy and I on the dance floor. We were pressed up against one another, she was behind with her hands thrown up to the music and I was smiling over my shoulder to the camera with my drink in my hand. He slid my phone back into my back pocket and continued dancing.

We went home probably an hour later and I stumbled up the stairs into my room. I peeled all the clothes off of my body and flopped down into the bed naked. I was out like a light in a minute.

Light buzzing woke me up at 8:30 and I cursed myself for setting an alarm that early. I had a couple notifications from my mom, just wishing that I had a good day today and that she will see me this weekend, and one from Aaron.

Aaron: Looks like you enjoyed yourself last night. Let me know when you are up for the day

The fog in my brain almost caused me to type back asking what he meant, but then I scrolled back up to see that somehow the picture of me and Sammy was sent to him. I must have had my messages open when Mac took the photo and he must have sent it by accident. I threw my palm onto my forehead, how stupid could I be?

Me: Morning :)

Aaron: Good morning, got any picture proof of that?

My eyes slightly widened at that before a blush crept its way to my neck. I opened my camera and pulled my blankets up higher so my body wouldn’t be on display. My half open eyes and sleepy smile stared back at me before I hit send.

Me: That picture last night was sent by accident, sorry about that.

Aaron: Ah good, you are awake.

Aaron: Thought it was a good picture of you though

That blush was full force now. I sat up slowly in bed and sat cross legged.

Me: Well thanks. How is your case going?

Aaron: Can’t say much, but we should be closing in soon. It’s been rough, that’s for sure.

Me: My offer still stands, come by if you need or want to talk.

Aaron: Thank you Y/N. Have a good day today

Me: You too Aaron.

I pulled on a shirt and headed downstairs to let Murphy out. I locked the door behind me so he could have plenty of time to do his morning business and I went back upstairs to shower. The hot water woke me up and released the tension in my muscles. I stood there for a few minutes just letting the water rush over me until my skin was beet red. I grabbed my scalp scrubber and lathered my hair in shampoo. My poor roots were so sensitive to the scrubbing that it hurt a little bit but it felt good too.

I let the conditioner sit in my hair for a couple of minutes while I washed my body with lavender soap. The ick of the bar washed off and I felt content with that. After I finished rinsing everything out of my hair I stopped the water and wrapped myself in a big towel. I grabbed my hair brush and slicked my hair back before walking downstairs to let Murphy back in. He trotted back in and went straight to his bowl. Looking down at his empty bowl he threw his head back and howled. I laughed at him and picked up his bowl to fill it up. He’s on one of those fancy diets so he gets his normal food with raw fruits and veggies, powdered supplements, and oil to make his fur shiny.

As he gobbled that food up I grabbed the coffee from the fridge and made myself a large thing of iced coffee and started making myself breakfast. Today my plans consisted of grading assignments, going over the notes the sub left, and having a meeting with my grade level at 2pm. I headed upstairs with a plate of food and my drinks so I could get busy with work. I swapped my towel for cropped black leggings and one of my college sweatshirts. I stripped the sheets off of my bed and put those in the wash and went back to the office to enjoy my breakfast.

Murphy switched between laying on my feet and then sunbathing in the glass door that led to the balcony. Before I knew it, it was lunch time and I had all assignments caught up and I went over the sub notes. Thankfully nothing bad happened while I was gone so there wasn’t anything that I needed to discuss on Friday. Murphy stretched out and pawed at my leg. I took him on a quick walk up and down the street to stretch his legs and returned to make lunch. I had plenty of leftovers to heat up so I grabbed the pizza and started the oven up.

I really wanted to text Aaron but I didn’t want to interrupt his work day. Instead I put my phone down and looked over one of my new books. I had roughly an hour until my meeting so I read for a bit and then put my freshly washed sheets back on my bed. I was pretty happy with how my room was turning out. The queen sized bed had dark emerald green colored sheets and a matching cream comforter, and it was adorned with a mixture of cream and green pillows. The rest of my room had my light wooden dresser, bookshelf, and nightstands. For now I was doing my makeup in the bathroom, but I’m having a vanity shipped here so that I can have more room in the bathroom storage. The walls were still pretty bare for now, with the exception of my round black mirror above the dresser and a shelf above my bed filled with vintage sepia photos.

Saturday:

I woke up around 4am to the phone ringing and for a moment I contemplated throwing it against the wall. With my eyes half closed I pulled the phone off of the charger and picked it up. “Hello?” I grumbled out and rubbed my face in hopes of waking myself up.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry I woke you, but I wouldn’t have called unless it was important.” Aaron’s warm voice soothed over the phone. I blinked a couple of times and looked at the alarm clock.

“S’okay, what's up? Are you home now?” I let out a small yawn before he responded in a timid voice.

“Yeah, our plane just landed 20 minutes ago. I-I wanted to take you up on your offer, this case didn’t end well.” He let out a stressed sigh and I felt bad for him. I was more awake now so I forced my eyes open, “Of course. Come on over, just text me when you are here so I can unlock the door.”

He promised he would be there in the next 15 minutes so I grabbed my silk robe and headed downstairs to wait for him. I sat down in the armchair and scrolled through my phone, trying to stay awake but sleep kept pushing itself further into me. I remember nodding off and then being woken to my phone ringing again.

I got up and unlocked the door, unbothered to even check who was calling me. Aaron looked more exhausted than I did. His hair was free of product and his shirt was loosened up. His eyes looked almost wild, like he had just seen the most horrific sight. I pulled my robe tighter around myself and held the door open while he walked in. He kicked off his shoes and neatly placed them next to mine and silently followed me upstairs. In his left hand he had a small black duffle bag, which I assumed had his work clothes in it.

“What can I get you? Food or drink? If you need to shower feel free to use mine.” I talked quietly while we went up the stairs. He mulled over my offers and said that a shower would be nice. I grabbed him an extra fluffy towel from the linen closet and showed him to my bathroom. I discarded my robe and sat back down on the bed waiting for him. I wasn’t sure what he was expecting from this but he said that he needed to talk so that’s the least I can do for him. I went over in my head all the typical, ‘I’m sure that must have been hard’ and ‘I can’t imagine the stress you went through’ responses to things.

Lucas would tell me stories from his previous deployment, but I had no clue what to expect from an FBI agent. I heard the shower turn on and I laid down on the bed and against my will my eyes started drooping lower and lower until they finally closed. The bed dipped down towards my feet and I peeled my eyes open. In front of me was Aaron sitting with his shoulders hunched over. His wet hair left little marks on the white cotton shirt. I sat for a moment laying there, just watching him. The thin white material mixed with the water still on his skin made the shirt cling to him.

I fought the urge to sit behind him and rub the tension out of his back. Thankfully I didn’t have to fight myself for long as he stood up and turned around to find me watching him. He had on black sweatpants and to be honest I think this would be the only time I would ever see him in relaxed clothing. “I-” he started before pausing to collect his thoughts, “Thank you for the shower, I needed that. I’m used to bad cases, but for some reason this one stuck with me.”

I patted the other side of my bed to get him to sit closer while I pushed myself up to sit against the pillows and headboard. I folded my legs under me and twisted my body so that I was facing him, “I think that in your profession, if you stopped letting every case get to you then you wouldn’t be human anymore. When we went through our Master’s program we met with so many teachers that quit their jobs because they lost themselves to it. They burnt out and stopped letting everything get to them and they said that they hated how they felt.”

He hummed in response and took a deep breath, “I haven’t done this,” I gestured between us, “before so whatever it is you need me to do, just tell me.” I said softly. He nodded and said that he just needs me to listen, he needs to get it off his chest.

Before Aaron started talking he readjusted himself on the bed so that he was laying on his back, facing the ceiling. I had to hold back a giggle because he reminded me of a person laying on the bed talking to their shrink. Once he started talking though, he didn’t stop for another three hours. I sat there quietly, nodding along and offering words of encouragement to talk it out. His hands would move around to animate his story, but when his left hand dropped and landed on my upper knee, he kept it there. I’m not sure if it grounded him, or if he just wanted some sort of physical contact, but I didn’t dare move his leg.

When he was done talking about this case, he immediately jumped into another case that was bothering him from a year ago. At this point I had no clue how he kept going without passing out, but another wave of exhaustion hit me. I slid down the bed, Aaron’s hand pulling away from my knee temporarily, and laid on my side to face him. I kept my left arm laying out from my body and he replaced his hand back to now grab mine. Despite the horrible stories that came out of his mouth, the warmth of his speech pattern kept me calm.

“You look like you are going to fall asleep.” He remarked when he finally took a look at me. I smiled and blushed a little, ”Sorry. I’m trying so hard to stay awake for you, I promise.”

“Are you okay if I stay? Just for a couple more hours?” He timidly asked and I opened my eyes enough to see him shyly looking down at me. As if he was a little child, but I could tell that if I said no that he would be hurting. A sleepy smile pulled at my mouth and I mumbled out a yes. He reached over to the lamp and turned in off before settling back in.

I didn’t move from his side but he didn’t seem to mind as he pulled the covers higher around us. The last thing I remember is him saying goodnight and his lips pressing into my hair.

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Moment of Weakness-six

*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest *

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence.

Authors Notes: A little bit of a boring chapter but the next chapter is going to be a doozy 😜

The car ride was mostly silent, the only noise coming from the engine as Bucky drove me home. I still felt embarrassed at what happened and dirty, my body covered in disgust. The faster I got home to wash away this feeling, the better I would feel. Even if it wasn’t my fault it happened, I still needed time to move on from it.

My eyes darted quickly to Bucky, thankful that he had shown up when he did, otherwise I wasn’t too sure what would happen.

“Hey,” I spoke softly while placing a gentle hand on Bucky’s knee.

His eyes quickly left the road and landed on me. “Hm?”

“Thank you.”

His smile was a small one. “Of course.”

Something had shifted between us, I felt it with the way he removed my hand from his thigh and placed it back in my lap.

I shifted in my seat, trying to move far away from him. I wasn’t sure what I had done or what happened between us but maybe it was for the best. He was married for fuck’s sake.

“Uh, where’s Steve?” I asked, realizing he wasn’t with us.

“I had him take Parker home,” Bucky said.

Even in the way he spoke to me, Bucky seemed different so I didn’t bother to speak with him for the rest of the ride. My tired eyes stared out the window with tears pooling in the corners as the familiarity of the street came to the forefront. The car pulled to a stop in front of my apartment and with a hand on the door handle, I was ready to leave but something held me back, a persistent voice in my mind.

“Do you maybe want to come inside?” I slyly asked.

Bucky hesitated. “I should actually get back home to Natasha.”

My eyes fell to my lap with a sad nod. “Right, the wife.”

With the door open and one foot out on the pavement, anger filled me and I couldn’t leave without confronting him.

“What the hell is going on?” I demanded to know, looking back at him.

Bucky was taken aback. “What?”

I motioned between us. “You can’t deny that there’s something between us.”

“There’s nothing, Y/N,” Bucky shook his head.

I scoffed. Even if he was a mob boss, he was a terrible fucking liar.

“Bullshit. You act so differently when she’s not around. You can barely keep your hands to yourself and it’s not your fault. I should be stopping you but I can’t.”

Bucky’s quiet breathing filled the small confines of his car.

“I think it’s clear that I want it as much as you, even if it’s wrong. But it feels right, doesn’t it?” I asked.

His vibranium fingers twitched, wanting to reach for me, but he held himself back while shaking his head.

“Do you have feelings for me?”

“I’m married, Y/N,” Bucky said without missing a beat. “I’m simply being nice, that’s all.”

His words stung deep to my heart and with a trembling bottom lip, I nodded. His demeanor became cold and closed off, not the Bucky I had found myself falling for.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” I choked out, a sob falling.

Bucky’s shoulders slumped. “Y/N.”

The car door slammed in his face as I forced myself to walk away from him.

His body heat radiated behind me as he stood close, watching me intently. His blue eyes bore into the side of my head and I couldn’t hide the small smirk that played on my lips. Both of his large hands were on each side of me and the way his breath hitched in his throat when I turned in his embrace made my heart flutter.

A lone strand of hair fell into his eyes and I softly brushed it back, his eyelids fluttering shut.

“I have to get these papers faxed, Steve. But I can’t do that if you keep distracting me.”

Steve smiled. “I’m not in your way, am I?”

I peered over his shoulder to the fax machine that was on the other side of the room and raised a brow at him. He followed my gaze and reluctantly stepped to the side, allowing me to continue my work.

It had been a few days since the night at Thor’s club and I had moved on from what happened, a big thanks to Steve.

After the conversation between Bucky and I, I needed someone to talk to and Steve was there without a second thought. We became incredibly close and I would be lying if I said there weren't some sort of feelings between us that had grown the last couple days. It helped me realize them since Bucky had stopped showing me any extra attention. Everything between us had become strictly professional.

Much to my dismay.

However, I decided that I needed to move on from him. Bucky made it clear that he didn’t have the same feelings as I did.

“So do you want me to wait for you tonight?” Steve asked.

I nodded. “As long as Bucky doesn’t need me to stay late.”

With the mention of his name, I glanced over to his office and felt my breath hitch when I noticed that he had been watching Steve and I with intense eyes. However, when our eyes locked, he averted his eyes back to his phone, not bothering to give me another second of attention.

I did my best to ignore the stinging in my heart and returned to my work. It was almost time to go home so thankfully I wouldn’t have to deal with this feeling much longer.

“I think it’s my turn to pick the movie tonight,” I told Steve as I looked towards him.

He leaned his body against the wall while crossing his arms at his chest. “Let me guess, horror?”

“You know me so well,” I beamed.

Steve stepped closer. “Your place or mine?”

I closed the final gap between us and shrugged. “As long as you’re with me, that’s all that matters.”

A loud cackle fell from his lips and Steve shook his head. “I think that was the worst pick up line I ever heard.”

My laugh matched his own. “I got you to come over the first time, didn’t I?”

Steve slowly licked his lips. “And yet, I still keep coming back.”

Bucky suddenly appeared out of nowhere, shoulders rigid with what seemed like anger.

“Everything alright?” Steve asked.

He pinched his eyes shut. “Barton is coming in, demanding a meeting.”

Steve’s own shoulders went rigid. “Now?”

Bucky nodded. “I need you here with me for it.”

“Of course,” Steve nodded, his loyalty to Bucky almost outstanding.

Then Steve looked at me. “If I’m late, feel free to head home. I’ll meet you there afterwards.”

“I can wait, it’s not a problem,” I assured him.

“Actually,” Bucky spoke. “I need you here late tonight. I’ve got a few errands for you to run since the monthly meeting is tomorrow.”

I saw straight through Bucky’s lie, knowing that the thought of Steve and I together didn’t sit well with him. However, I didn’t call him out on it, I simply nodded.

“Sure,” I gave my attention to Steve. “Raincheck?”

“Definitely.”

Steve was the first to head towards Bucky’s office when the front door opened, a tattooed man walking through. I instantly recognized him as Barton and with the furious look in his eyes, I knew that something happened.

“Was it Peter?” I asked Bucky.

“There’s a list on your desk that I need you to pick up for me,” Bucky avoided my question with a very curt voice.

“Of course,” I nodded.

My eyes watched his tone back underneath his suit as he walked into the office, letting the door close slowly behind him.

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