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[nina-ya]

Can we have some more premature ejaculation hcs? Dealer's choice

Premature Ejaculation With the Monster Trio + Law

A/N: Anon i hope you know that i was writing this before you even requested it so i need you to kindly evict my brain thank you very much sdflfsdj Parings: Luffy x reader, Zoro x reader, Sanji x reader, Law x reader (all separate) CW: Penetrative sex (zoro and luffy), sanji cums in his pants, oral male recieving (law), ummmm idk what else to put if anyone notes anything i missed let me know! WC: 2.2k total ~400-600 each.

You’d been teasing Luffy all day with light touches and coy glances, watching as he grew more and more restless as the hours passed. By the time most of the crew retired to sleep, Luffy was practically bouncing with anticipation, unable to contain his energy for much longer.

The moment you were alone, he was on you, pressing you against the wall with a force that nearly knocked the wind out of you. His lips met yours in a heated kiss, his hands grabbing at your body eagerly. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as his body pressed against yours. You could already feel his erection in his pants. His lips parted as a half groan, half whimper escaped his throat as he grew more and more eager to be inside of you.

As your hands dragged along his chest, feeling each and every muscle of his abdomen, he peeled away your bottoms rather quickly, along with his own in a burst of urgency. He grabbed you by the waist and led you backwards until you fell onto a bed, and Luffy climbed over you, his grin wide as he leaned down to kiss you again.

His lips traveled down your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he kissed every open surface he could find. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading them apart as he settled between them, his cock already poking at your entrance with an impatience that made you gasp. You felt his tip rub across your dripping hole, using the wetness to slicken himself up before he pushed into you with a groan. Luffy set a frantic pace as he buried himself inside you. “Ngh, you’re so tight,” he whined out, his voice strained as he thrust into you. Each thrust was filled with a desperate need, his desire for you evident as he chased his own release. “Ah, ah, ah, so good!”

You could hear the neediness dripping from his voice, and just as you felt your own pleasure starting to build, his rhythm faltered, his body tensing with a choked gasp. “Oh, ah, I'm gonna-,” he whimpered, his hips bucking into you as he came, spilling into you with a trembling release. The suddenness of his climax took both of you by surprise, his breathing heavy as he collapsed against you.

“‘m sorry,” he mumbled into your skin, his voice still lust laden. “I—I couldn’t hold it. It just felt…” he trailed off, seemingly struggling to find the right words in his post-euphoric state.

You couldn’t help but find his inability to hold back quite amusing. You reached up and brushed his hair back out of his eyes, a gentle smile playing on your lips as you stroked his cheek. “It’s okay,” you said, trying to reassure him despite the tinge of disappointment that the moment couldn’t last long enough for you to finish. You figured it would only be a little while longer before he recovered so you could keep going, but as he lay against you, his breathing calming, you noticed something odd.

Luffy wasn’t pulling out, and he wasn’t getting softer.

You were confused. It was as if he hadn’t just climaxed a moment ago. He let out a low groan, shifting slightly as if he was getting in position to go at it again.

“Wait, Luffy?... Already?” you asked, seemingly confused, yet you couldn’t help but feel rather happy at the idea that he could go for another round so soon.

It seemed as if he had newfound energy coursing through him, and he looked at you with a grin, as if that earlier climax was just a warm-up. He leaned down and kissed you, mumbling against your lips, “You just felt so good.” He rolled his hips into yours, swallowing the gasp that was pulled from you. “Just want a bit more,” he added, his hands roaming down to your hips, grabbing them firmly as he hoisted you up, getting into position to set a brutal pace once more. You had a long night ahead of you.

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Zoro is usually the one in control, on top, his large body pressing you into the mattress with each thrust. He knew how to hit all the right spots, and it was utterly intoxicating. You moaned out his name, clutching onto his shoulders as he moved within you, setting a pace that made it difficult to think of anything but the feeling of his cock dragging in and out of you.

He leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss, rolling his hips into yours at a slower pace—a brief pause to let you catch your breath. You took advantage of the break, lightly pushing on his chest. He broke the kiss, gave you a knowing look, then flipped himself off you and onto his back. You then crawled over him and straddled him with a playful grin.

You took hold of his cock, lining it up with your entrance, rubbing your shared slick onto his tip but not quite putting it in yet. His hands flew to your hips, his grip tightening as he urged you downward, groaning, "Don't be a tease." At his words, you sank down onto his cock, the stretch drawing sighs and groans of pleasure from both of you. As you descended, feeling the full length of him inside you, the sensation was almost overwhelming—he was filling you up in all the right ways.

His grip on your hips tightened, his knuckles nearly turning white from the pressure as he tried to keep his composure. You could see the tension in his muscles as he struggled to maintain some semblance of control, his deep groans filling the room.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he muttered, his voice a low growl as you started to rock your hips. You set a slower pace, yet you could tell he was struggling to hold on, his brows knit in concentration as he fought to maintain restraint. But with each slow, deliberate roll of your hips, his control seemed to slip further and further away.

“Wait,” he gasped, his eyes squeezing shut as his hips bucked slightly beneath you. “Don’t—” His words were cut off by a sharp groan as you continued to move.

“Zoro~” you said, a playful edge to your voice as you placed your hands on his chest to anchor yourself as you rode him. “What's wrong? Hmm?”

He grunted in response, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he tried to steady you. “I’m serious,” he breathed, his voice strained. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna—”

But it was too late. With one last roll of your hips, you felt him tense beneath you, his body shuddering as he reached his breaking point. A low, guttural moan escaped his lips as he came, his cum releasing into you in hot spurts. His head tilted back, his muscles clenching as he gave in to the pleasure, the hands on your hips holding you in place onto him as he released inside you.

You couldn’t help but feel some amusement as you looked down at him, his euphoric expression mixed with embarrassment was certainly a sight to enjoy. “Damn it,” he muttered, his cheeks flushing with color.

You leaned down and placed a slow kiss on his lips, pulling back slightly with a playful smirk. “Mmm, that was cute,” you started. “But I’m not done yet.” And with that, you started your movements again, picking up pace as you started to bounce on him with a rhythm that made him groan nearly instantaneously. The sounds escaping his lips were like music to your ears, and you knew you had him exactly where you wanted him.

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Sanji's lips were hot against yours, the eagerness of the kiss making your head spin. His hands roamed your body, grabbing and squeezing at whatever he could as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth with a hunger and desire that was heady.

You pressed your body against his, feeling his erection grow by the second as he grinded his hips into you. His throbbing cock pressed against your thigh, and you couldn’t help but smirk into the kiss as you slid your hand down to rub against him, teasing him with each movement of your hand.

Your other hand then traveled to his hair, your fingers threading through his blonde locks, giving it a gentle tug that elicited a breathy moan from him. His lips parted from yours with a soft gasp, eyes glazed over with thirst as he met your gaze.

“Merde,” he cursed under his breath, his hips instinctively grinding against your hand in response to each and every touch. His own hands traced the curves of your hips and waist, the softness of your thighs, leaving behind goosebumps.

He pressed his forehead against yours, his breath coming out in shallow pants as he continued his movements, his arousal growing with each movement against your hand. Soon, a low, shuddering moan escaped Sanji’s lips, his body trembling against yours as you felt the fabric beneath your hand dampen. His body slumped over yours, his chest heaving as he caught his breath, cheeks turning red seemingly at the embarrassment of finishing before his pants even came off.

When you realized what had happened, you couldn’t help but chuckle softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you ran your fingers through his hair. “Couldn’t hold back, huh?” you teased, feeling a sense of triumph at the way his cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red at your words.

Sanji let out a breathless laugh, his voice soft and filled with lingering pleasure. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against him. His lips found yours again, capturing them in a slow, tender kiss, pulling back just to whisper, “Trust me, I am going to make it up to you.”

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You traced your fingers along the waistband of Law’s pants, his impatience growing as you unbuttoned them, pulling the zipper down with a teasing slowness. You could see his eagerness in the way his hands couldn't stand still—one hand fidgeting with the bedsheets beneath him, the other behind your head, unconsciously pulling you closer to his erection with each passing second.

With a smirk, you eased his pants down, revealing the bulge in his underwear. You could see his muscles tense as you took your time, running your fingers along the edge of the fabric before finally tugging them down, freeing him from the confines of his underwear. It bounced upwards, and a low groan escaped his lips as his cock met the cold air.

You leaned in, your lips grazing against the skin of his inner thighs. He looked at you with pupils blown wide with desire as you planted kisses closer and closer to where he wanted you most. You took his member in your hand and began to stroke it slowly, your thumb tracing a circle around the tip before gliding down the shaft. Law’s hips twitched in response, his chest heaving as his fingers flexed in your hair.

Looking up at him with those innocent eyes, you continued your slow strokes, relishing the way his expression contorted with every movement. The teasing strokes seemed to be working well, his body responding with subtle shifts and restrained groans. His grip on the bed sheets tightened, as if he were trying to steady himself, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. You knew you had him right where you wanted him, teetering on the edge of restraint and release.

Finally, you leaned in, your tongue darting out to flick across the head of his cock, licking up the precum that was dripping from it. The taste only made you want more, and as you took him into your mouth, you could feel him shudder in response. Law’s grip on your hair grew firmer, his body stiffening as he let out a sharp breath.

It didn’t take much to send him over the edge. After only one stroke of your warm mouth sliding over his length, he came undone, crying out in the process. Law’s hips bucked, his hand pushing your head down against him as he came, the sudden pressure making you choke and gag, your eyes watering as he rode out his climax. His cum came in hot, thick spurts, each one painting your mouth and throat a milky white, and you had no choice but to swallow it all.

His body trembled with the force of his orgasm, and as he started to calm down, he relaxed his grip on your hair, allowing you to pull off his cock, coughing slightly as you looked up at him with a smirk. He tilted his head down to look at you, chest heaving with each breath. You could see redness creeping up his cheeks as he realized just how quickly he came. You didn’t mind, though. You brought your hand up and swiped the excess cum that was on the corner of your mouth, popping your finger into your mouth to clean it up. You noticed Law’s cock twitch at the sight of you doing that, and with a soft chuckle, you leaned in, muttering to him, “That was nice… let's see if I can make that happen again.”

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[megalony]

Toughen Up

As promised, this is a new Eddie Diaz imagine, requested by a lovely anon. I hope you will all like it, let me know what you think.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Summary: When another station is short staffed, (Y/n) gets transferred over for a shift. But when she gets hurt, nobody takes her seriously and she has to call her family to come and help her.

Enjoy.

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A shiver rattled down (Y/n)'s spine and sent goosebumps rising up on her skin when she heard the shower door open. For a brief moment, her arms bound around her chest and she was about to scream until she looked over her shoulder.

It wasn't just anyone on the team wandering in or opening the door by mistake. It wasn't someone trying to sneak a glance at her undressed and trying to clean up ready for their next call out.

It was her husband.

"What are you doing?" (Y/n) took a step closer to the wall and pressed her lips together tightly to smother any noise she might make when Eddie walked in to join her. She was relieved when he shut the door so the draft finally stopped and the water created another aroma of steam to circle around them.

She let her hands drop from around her chest and her eyes closed automatically when his arms circled around her waist.

"Joining you." Eddie tucked his face into (Y/n)'s neck and pressed his lips against her wet, burning skin. He felt the water drip down and flatten his hair and trace down the bridge of his nose. And as fell onto (Y/n)'s shoulder, he felt her shiver against him.

He tightened his arms and pushed forward when (Y/n) groaned as if she might just have the willpower to fight him off and tell him to get out. He knew she wouldn't. He grinned into her neck when she seemed to melt against him instead of push him away.

They were at work. They were on shift.

This was the first time (Y/n) had found Eddie wandering in to take a shower with her while they were at work. He had never been this sneaky before. Usually they were affectionate when their shifts lined up and they worked together, but this was different. This was breaking the rules and testing to see if they got caught or not. (Y/n) didn't want to get caught out.

Her dad wouldn't go easy on them if he found out they were doing this. Evan would have a field day if he found out. Hen would never let them live this down and Chimney would probably die of embarrassment for them.

(Y/n) opened her eyes and looked down when she felt Eddie's hands curve round from her hips to grab and squeeze at her waist. His thumb brushed up and down her skin against the water cascading down around them and (Y/n) took a sharp breath when he suddenly bit down on her neck like a vampire.

"You shouldn't be in here… go next door." (Y/n) motioned her hand to the right to signal any other cubicle. There were four shower blocks in here, Eddie needed to go into one of them and get washed. On his own.

If they were gone for a while at the same time, people were going to notice they were missing and if anyone came in here and found them, they would get disciplined. It wasn't within the rules to take a shower together or cop off while they were still on shift.

"You want me to be lonely?"

"Eddie…" (Y/n) tilted her head back when Eddie moved his lips down and started to bite another mark onto her skin. If it wasn't bad enough that he was taking the risk to be in here, he was also marking her up and if people noticed, they would know what they'd done. "You want us to get reprimanded?" She countered, but her words did very little to persuade him otherwise.

She took her time turning around in his arms and her hands traced down to his chest to try and nudge him backwards. If he was going to do this, she would try and get out with him. (Y/n) would cut her shower short and get out if it stopped Eddie from becoming insatiable like this.

"No one knows you came for a shower. Just let me have five minutes with you, baby. Please? No fun and games, I swear." Eddie dug his fingertips into her hips and pushed her back until her back hit the tiles and she gasped.

They were like ice cubes sticking to her burning skin and the mix of hot and cold made her shake until Eddie tilted his head down so their foreheads were pressed together.

He just wanted five minutes alone with his wife. They were pulling a double shift at the station. Eddie wanted a few minutes alone with his wife before they had to go back on shift and be somewhat professional. He wasn't asking to risk getting caught or risk having sex in the shower and get carried away. He just wanted to be as close as he could to (Y/n) for a little while. Just a few minutes.

She liked the way the water dripped down from his pale pink lips and jumped free from his chin. Each droplet made (Y/n)'s chest tighten while she reached her hands up to cup the back of his neck.

"Five minutes." She warned, keeping her fingertips pressed against his skin as she pulled him down to her level and connected his lips onto hers.

She sucked his lower lip between her teeth and gave a little bite until Eddie growled and pulled her chest up against his.

He cocooned both arms around her waist and splayed his hands out on her back, gliding his fingertips up and down her skin while his temple pressed into hers. He kept her pressed back against the wall and closed his eyes, leaning his chest down onto hers so they were as close as they could possibly get.

This was all Eddie wanted. He just wanted to hold her. He could restrain himself and stop from dragging this moment out into an hour-long shower where people really would notice they'd gone missing. Eddie had self-control and he could about handle holding her and not taking it any further.

When (Y/n) moved her hand up higher and began dragging her fingers through his wet hair, she felt him groan into her lips and his hands pressed down firmer into her back. Her nails scratched against his scalp and she gave a sharp tug on his roots before Eddie disconnected their lips and moved back down to her neck.

He kept his face tucked into the crook of her neck, eyes still closed and lips floating across her glistening skin with a more gentle touch this time. He didn't bite down or attempt to leave anymore marks, he just glided his lips up and down her neck until (Y/n) was reduced to a shivering mess.

He worked his way back up to her face and connected their lips again, but they both froze when they heard the shower room door open.

"Eddie…" She murmured as quietly as she could against his lips but he shook his head and pressed his lips back to hers as if to make sure she stayed silent.

He kept their noses touching and their eyes locked as Eddie leaned down and moved slowly. His hands wormed their way down her back so one hand was in between her hips and the other gripped the underside of her thigh. (Y/n) could feel his fingertips pinching into her skin so he had a good grip and she pressed her lips together tightly when he slowly hoisted her up.

Her shoulders stayed pressed against the tiles and Eddie pulled her leg until she took the hint and wrapped both legs around his hips so she was sitting on his torso. At least this way, if whoever came in happened to look down at their cubicle, they would only see one pair of legs and not two.

"Eddie?"

A light knock on the door made Eddie roll his eyes and tuck his face back into (Y/n)'s neck while her arms tightened around his shoulders. "What? Has the bell gone or something?" Eddie had never been in the shower when the bell sounded to signal a callout. But he guessed he would be able to hear it in here if it did sound.

"Not yet. Bobby wants to have a word with us all… like now. I haven't seen (Y/n), you know where she is?"

"Buck I'm in the shower, get lost and I'll find my wife when I'm done in here." Eddie tipped his forehead against (Y/n)'s neck so his voice didn't come out muffled.

But he couldn't help but groan as he dug his fingers into (Y/n)'s thighs and kept her pressed against the wall, trying to make sure she didn't slide down or make a noise. Evan might keep this a secret if he found out, but he might go and tell Bobby or tease them too, depending on what mood he was in.

"Alright, alright grumpy."

As soon as the shower door slammed closed, Eddie slumped his head back down onto (Y/n)'s shoulder and sighed. He pulled her chest tighter against his and gave her thigh a squeeze. They would have to get out soon before Evan went searching round the whole station and realised (Y/n) wasn't anywhere to be found.

"I think we'd better go get ready," (Y/n) murmured softly into Eddie's hair and she tangled her fingers at the back of his neck. Waiting for him to slowly untangle from her so they could move.

She felt his hand tighten around her thigh and he slowly pulled back and allowed (Y/n) to drop back down to her feet so he wasn't holding her on his hips anymore. His slid his hands up the expanse of her thighs until he was holding her hips and gave her another searing kiss while (Y/n) reached behind her and turned the shower off.

"Don't worry, we can pick this back up when we get home tonight."

(Y/n) tilted her head back into Eddie's shoulder and smiled as they made their way over towards the rest of the team who were lined up near the truck. They joined the procession line and (Y/n) leaned against Eddie's chest. Grinning to herself when she felt his arm curve around her waist so his hand could hold her hip.

Their eyes all locked on Bobby who was stood in front of them with his hands on his hips. Just as he went to say something, they all winced at the piercing sound of the alarm blaring through the air while the red lights started flashing.

Once the sirens finished, Bobby clapped his hands and looked over them all.

"Alright, I'll make this quick since we've got a call. The 178 station are three people down and they need some helping hands for the next few days. (Y/n), I want you to head over there since you're on a double today. Hen's shift finishes in two hours so I need Eddie and Chimney here as my medics. Then Buck you can go there tomorrow for your shift."

A jolt ran through (Y/n)'s heart and she felt her smile dampening, even as she nodded and tried to stay composed.

She didn't want to go to a different team.

One shift was far too long to be working with a completely different team, especially just for one day. (Y/n) would have to get to know them and get into their way of working just for today, they probably wouldn't let her help and she would be sat on the sidelines.

But she couldn't say no.

It wouldn't be fair for (Y/n) to decline and make Eddie go instead or have Evan go when his shift wasn't as long as hers. She and Eddie were on a double shift from last night until eight o'clock tonight. That was why she was going, so she could spend the majority of her shift at the 178 and help them out.

It made no sense to send anyone else when their shifts were going to be over sooner and Eddie was a medic, (Y/n) wasn't. Eddie needed to be here so they still had two medics on the A shift.

And (Y/n) couldn't ask her dad to change send someone else and risk people saying she got preferential treatment. It was hard enough with all the new starters in the 118 when they learned (Y/n) was both Bobby's daughter and Eddie's wife.

"Copy." (Y/n) mumbled quietly while she felt Eddie lean over and kiss the back of her head softly. He could feel the discomfort radiating off of her already.

"Hop in the truck, we can drop you off on the way to the next call."

At least she was getting a lift down there, and she felt Eddie lean down so his lips were hovering over the shell of her ear. "I'll pick you up tonight when we finish." Their shifts had lined up today so Eddie had drove them both here. He could easily swing by the other station and pick (Y/n) up tonight after they both finished.

Once Bobby nodded and motioned his hands towards them, they all hurried over to the lockers. (Y/n) could still feel Eddie glued to her back as they each grabbed their florescent jackets and slung them on before Eddie grabbed both their helmets and headed over to the truck.

(Y/n) liked the fact that their helmets and jackets were matching. They both had 118 printed in the middle, and across the bottom both their jackets said Diaz.

Before they got married, (Y/n)'s jacket had said Nash and one of the team had added 'ER' to the end so it read Nasher. That way it was easier to distinguish who was who when the team needed them on a call since Bobby's jacket read his name, not Captain like his helmet did.

But now (Y/n) had her forever name and she smiled at the feel of Eddie's hands on her hips when the moved to the truck.

He helped her up and climbed in after her, following as (Y/n) moved to sit next to the window on the far side. Chimney and Hen followed in after him and Evan climbed in the front to ride shotgun with Bobby. It was as if they were one big family going on a night out together and Evan, being the favourite child, got to sit up front with his dad.

(Y/n) pulled a headset down over her ears and shrank down into Eddie's side, wishing it was someone else who had to endure an uneasy shift with another team. Why did it have to be her?

It's just for one shift. Just one day. It'll go quick… right?

***

Whatever preconceptions (Y/n) had about joining this team for the day, she had been extremely wrong.

They didn't want to push her to the sidelines and make her watch or be a spare part. It was the exact opposite. Instead of pushing her out because she wasn't one of them, they pushed her forwards instead.

They gave her the jobs they didn't want to do or couldn't be bothered to do themselves.

Head through the burning bulding to shut off the electricity mains at the back? (Y/n) was volunteered. Squeezing down an old mine shaft to find a lost child? Captain McCall gave that job to (Y/n) before she had the chance to tell him she had claustraphobia.

Thank God it wasn't a long mine and the child was conscious and easily able to get back out with (Y/n)'s help.

Now someone needed to go up the ladder and get into the seventh floor of an apartment building to get a woman and child out. And that too was (Y/n)'s job.

She had never done so many odd, strange and straining tasks on the same shift in less than five hours.

And the whole team made it clear she wasn't one of them.

It was as if they were just letting her be here with them, letting her enjoy the experience of working with them. She was a child allowed to play amongst the big kids, but they didn't really want her here.

Can I go home yet? Is it eight o'clock yet so Eddie can come get me?

"This way, you're doing great." (Y/n) smiled behind her at the woman she was guiding down the ladder.

She could feel the woman's head pressing into her shoulder and both hands were clutching (Y/n)'s arm through her jacket. She was afraid of heights and the way she clung to (Y/n) was the way (Y/n) would cling to Eddie whenever she was nervous or uneasy.

Reaching behind her, (Y/n) gave the woman's arm a squeeze before she reached her free hand in front of her to keep hold of the woman's little boy. She couldn't have either of them tripping down the ladder and hurting themselves in front of a team that didn't like or appreciate (Y/n). They might try and report her.

"There we go, Thompson will get you down to the ground safely."

The much taller man, Thompson, gave a curt nod and picked up the little boy while he beckoned the mother over to him.

She seemed reluctant to let (Y/n) go but finally obliged so (Y/n) could unbuckle herself from the safety rope connected to the ladder.

"Alright Diaz, Eddison let's go. Move."

(Y/n) looked across at Eddison who was working on reeling the ladder back down so they could sort out. All they had to do now was make sure the fire was completely out and ensure everyone was on their way to the hospital. The Captain had already talked to the building manager and started to sort things out.

Something sparked.

(Y/n) wasn't sure what it was. Whether it was the mechanism that wound the ladder back in or whether a wire came loose and tripped the electrics, (Y/n) didn't know.

But she knew whatever it was had sent sparks flying out in every direction and had Eddison jumping back when a few volts surged through his hands.

"Christ!" He stumbled back, crashing down on his backside with one hand clinging to the ladder to stop himself falling off the top of the truck.

His weight and force barrelled into (Y/n)'s legs and swept them from beneath her faster than she could react. Her arms flailed out at her sides and a scream burst past her lips when she slipped over the side of the truck. It felt like flying for all of a second before the ground was beneath her and her body plummeted down to a forceful stop.

(Y/n)'s arms coiled into her chest and she landed on her left side with such a bang that all the air left her lungs and he saw stars. Black and white dots sparkled before her eyes and everything spun in circles around her head like she was sat on the waltzers with Chris.

Her heartbeat pulsed through her chest that was quaking up and down against the concrete and after a few seconds, a strangled gasp bubbled past her lips as her lungs finally shocked back into rhythm.

"Diaz… jeez, alright let's get you up."

(Y/n) wasn't sure who it was that leered over her. All she knew was that she was in too much pain and shock to want to get up. And when a hand grabbed her wrist and roughly yanked her up to her feet, (Y/n) all but screamed.

She wobbled back and forth, stumbling back three paces until the man in front of her held her by the shoulders with such a tight grip it felt like he was going to squeeze her like a balloon until she popped. He kept hold of her until she was no longer swaying on her feet and her body was finally being held up by her legs that had turned to jelly.

Why did he drag her up? Couldn't he see that the air had been knocked out of her? Why didn't he just let her recover for a few seconds first? Couldn't he have checked her over before he got her up, what if she had broken her leg or her ankle?

Tears burned down (Y/n)'s face like acid rain and she sniffed, drawing in a deep breath as her head clouded over.

She moved her right hand to try and delicately touch her chest, but even her fingertips grazing over her side made her whimper and sent her knees buckling. She had broken her ribs. She could feel it. Her chest was aching and throbbing and (Y/n) was sure if she took her jacket off she would see her ribcage throbbing with her heartbeat.

"You okay Diaz?"

It was Eddison. He climbed down from the truck and waved his hands back and forth to shake out the pins and needles he'd gotten.

"Ribs… ribs b-broken." She wheezed, unable to draw in a proper breath which left her body stumbling back until she slumped against the truck to prop herself up.

"Captain, Diaz got an injury." Eddison was the only one out of the team who didn't seem annoyed or phased by (Y/n) being on their team today. He was the only one who made an effort to talk to her and right now, he was the only one with sorrow in his eyes and concern etched onto his face.

Thompson, who had dragged her to her feet- something (Y/n) knew none of the trained medics on her own team would have done- just huffed and looked her up and down like she was causing a big fuss over nothing.

She had fallen. Her ribs were surely broken or in the very least, fractured. She could barely breathe and she felt like she was going to pass out.

Did no one in this team care if someone got hurt? Did they all have super healing powers like Wolverine? Could they continue with broken bones like it was a sprain? Well (Y/n) wasn't like that. She was human, she was in agony and she felt like she could barely breathe. She needed someone to see if her ribs were broken and help her.

She needed her team. She needed Eddie. He was the only one who (Y/n) would let assess her when she was injured or unwell. She wanted her husband here so he could check her over and see if she was okay.

Panic burst to life in (Y/n)'s chest when Captain McCall stood a few feet in front of her and Eddison.

He looked them both up and down, scrutinising and assessing them while he glared through narrowed eyes. His gaze made (Y/n) feel like a child or a weakling who had done something wrong. She knew if she were back on her own team, they would have been more understanding and forgiving and concerned. And not just because her dad was her Captain. Bobby was fair, he didn't favouritise and he cared greatly when anyone on his team was injured.

"You're clearly up and moving, you'll be fine. Everyone back in the truck, let's go."

Shrugging his shoulders, Eddison lowered his head and gave (Y/n) a sorrowful look before he turned and heaved into the truck, groaning a she did so.

Was that it? She didn't get checked out or assessed or even get the chance to talk to a medic? She was just glared into like the Captain had X-ray vision and deemed fit and capable to work. To Hell with the tears pouring down her face. Who cared that she could barely breathe? What did it matter that she was in mass agony and couldn't stand up straight?

"C- can't I see a medic?" Ragged breaths escaped her lips as she tilted her head back into the truck and looked across at Captain McCall who she felt very uneasy with.

But the way he clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes made (Y/n) shiver and she knew undoubtedly that she wasn't going to get any help or compassion from anyone on this team.

"Your hubby isn't here to coddle you today and if you're gonna try and follow my team, Diaz, you need to toughen up. Now all of you, get in the truck. Let's move."

Tremors coursed through (Y/n)'s chest and she bit down on her lip to stop the tears from falling. Why did showing she was in pain mean she was weak or useless or any different? What good would it do to be stoic and pretend she could handle anything when she couldn't? Hiding pain would only prolongue her suffering and make her injuries worse if she didn't get them seen to.

But there was nothing (Y/n) could do. This wasn't her team, they had all made that very clear. No one was going to help her if the Captain thought she was being pretentious.

Her right arm bound around her chest and she leaned forward, coiling over to try and reduce the pain in her chest every time she took a breath. Her body leaned to the left and she used the door to propell herself up into the truck.

She slumped down into the seat next to the window, making herself as small as possible. Shrinking away from the others as they all climbed in and started talking about what they would be eating later on for tea at the station.

(Y/n) wasn't going to be with them for that.

She wasn't staying on this team any longer.

She wanted to go back to the 118; to her home.

Her arms stayed cocooned around her chest that was pulsing and pounding and she leaned her head against the window.

It hurt to keep her eyes open and she tried to focus on the passing scenery rather than look at the four other people in the back of the truck with her who were all staring at her every few seconds.

They thought she was weak. They thought she was being a hypochondriac or making this up. They thought she was weak and she was complaining about a few little bruises. She was one of them. (Y/n) was a firefighter, she had been in a few accidents over the years, she had dealt with broken bones and burns and concussions. And each of them had hurt and blinded her with pain. She knew her ribs were broken and she needed them tending to.

As soon as the truck pulled up in the station, (Y/n) flung the door open and flung herself down. Her arms bound tighter to her chest, her body coiled over and leaned forward and she pushed herself to walk down the station and head towards the locker room.

It was empty. (Y/n) couldn't have been more thankful that no one was in there and that no one else followed her into the room.

She headed over to the single locker on the far right. The spare one with no tape across the top and no name scribbled across. It took a lot of effort to shrug off her jacket and she whimpered, chomping down on her lip to make sure she didn't make a sound.

Ruffling through her bag, (Y/n) found her phone and shuffled backwards. She eased herself down onto the bench, swallowing a groan at the shockwaves that rattled up her chest.

She didn't think before she clicked on her dad's contact and pressed the phone to her ear.

She needed help. She couldn't stay here any longer. She wanted to go home to her family.

"Hey sweetheart, how's it going over there? God, we could of used you're referee skills this morning."

He answered. (Y/n) could of fainted with relief when she heard his voice. They were all at work, it wasn't always easy to answer phone calls when they were on shift. At least something was going right today.

The sound of her dad's voice made a tidal wave of tears flush down (Y/n)'s face. She leaned forward, keeping her right arm pinned to her chest as she clamped her lips together and swallowed down a cry. The last thing she wanted to do was cry down the phone to her dad, but she couldn't seem to help it.

"Dad, c- can you help me?" The way she hiccupped through her words made (Y/n) hang her head and scold herself.

Was she being silly? Was she being a child, asking her dad to help her and come get her? Should she just try to put on a brave face go finish the ret of the shift? Could she even finish this shift with broken ribs? With the way this team was throwing her in the deep end, another call might just finish (Y/n) off, and not in a good way either.

"Help you? Sweetheart what's wrong, where are you?" Concern flooded Bobby's voice as his free hand moved to his hip and frown lines appeared on his face.

Why did his daughter need help? She was with another team, she should be surrounded by people there who were willing and able to help her with whatever situation she was in. Did she not feel comfortable asking them for help? What kind of problem was she having?

Was she even still at the 178 station?

"At the station… I think I- I think I've broke my ribs. Dad it hurts, can I c-come back?"

The sob at the end of her words made Bobby's skin crawl and his lips curled in distaste. He lifted his head and looked through his office window just as Evan and Eddie walked by.

Moving across the room, Bobby slammed his fist down on the window three times until the pair of them looked over at him. "Eddie." He pointed to the door before turning his back to the window, silently telling his son in law to get in the office with him.

"Cap?" Eddie gave a worried look across at Evan before he closed the door behind him and stuffed his hands in his trouser pockets. He stood next to Bobby with an arched brow, his attention focused on the phone in his hand as he tried to listen and work out who was on the other end of the line.

"(Y/n)'s had an accident…" Bobby pulled the phone away from his ear and put in on speakerphone. He held the phone between him and Eddie who was now tense with raised shoulders and snarling lips. "Sweetheart, what's happened? Hasn't Captain McCall gotten someone to take a look at you if they're broken?"

"Broken? What's broken? Baby what's happened?"

Eddie's hands slipped from his pockets and moved to hold his hips as his weight fidgeted from foot to foot. What had (Y/n) broken? What had she been doing on shift to get hurt?

He could feel a cold shiver crawling down his spine when he watched Bobby silently point to his chest. She'd broken her ribs.

"He said I… I should toughen up. I can't stay here, I w-wanna come back, I need to… I need Eddie to take a look." Whether she was at this station or back home at the 118, the only person (Y/n) would want to assess her was her husband.

She would have let one of the medics here take a look but she wouldn't of been happy with them trying to bandage her up. She wanted Eddie. Her personal medic.

"Toughen up- he told you to toughen up? Who the fuck does he think he is?!" Eddie's voice boomed down the line and made (Y/n) shiver and coil in on herself.

She had caused problems now.

She had riled up her dad and her husband. They weren't going to let this go. But she couldn't find the will to care or focus on that anymore. She needed them to come down and get her, she had no way of getting back to her own station house and she couldn't walk or bus it. She needed her family.

"We're gonna come and get you sweetheart, alright? We're coming down right now."

***

Eddie could feel the nerves radiating off of Bobby and multiplying his own as the team climbed down from the truck and stormed through the open doors of the 178 station.

But his anger started to overpower his panic when he looked around and suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure.

If (Y/n) had broken or in the very least, damaged her ribs, why hadn't someone sat her down and tried to take a look at her? Why could Eddie see his wife struggling to stock one of the trucks?

He could see the way she was leaning to the left with her shoulders and upper chest leant forward like she had an oxygen tank weighing down on her shoulders. The pain was evident on her face in the way she closed her eyes and how her cheeks sucked in and her lips pursed when she tried to push something up into the truck.

She shouldn't be moving or lifting anything if she had hurt herself, she needed to sit down and rest.

Reaching to the left, Eddie patted Bobby's arm and pointed towards (Y/n) before he jogged over in her direction.

Eddie could feel Bobby hot on his heels and the rest of the team following swiftly. None of the team were sure why they were here. Evan was under the impression they were here to help with a bigger call out, but Hen and Chimney noticed the way Bobby had gone mute and wasn't focusing on what they were saying. something wasn't right.

"Baby,"

(Y/n) coiled her arms round her chest and snapped her head to the right when a familiar voice caught her attention.

Tears welled up in her eyes when Eddie stormed over to her. She looked around the station, relieved no one in this team were paying any attention or looking in this direction. She didn't want them to know she had called her team for help. (Y/n) wanted to climb back into the 118 truck and head back home before anyone knew she had gone. She wanted to disappear.

Her weight pushed onto her back foot when Eddie barrelled over to her. His hands curled around her arms and he moved her a few feet away from the truck so he could look at her.

"Can we go? Can I come back?"

Her words made Bobby wince. It was almost as if she thought he had sent her here as a punishment and she was begging to come home. This hadn't been done to hurt her. Bobby thought this station would treat her equally and look after her like they looked after all their own. Clearly he had misjudged this station entirely.

"Not until Eddie's checked you over and I've had a word with the Captain."

"Dad, please…" (Y/n) shook her head but she gasped when Eddie moved her arms so she was holding them out at her sides.

She didn't have the will to do anything but stay compliant as Eddie dug his fingers down into her waistband and pulled her shirt from her trousers. Her head tilted back and her lips rolled together tightly as Eddie scrunched up her shirt until it was bunched up just beneath her bra, allowing him a clear view of her chest.

His fingertips were firm but somehow still gentle as they trailed up and down her chest. He pressed down on each rib on her left side, taking note of when and where (Y/n) winced, coiled away from him and how she wheezed and gasped when he applied pressure.

He rubbed his fingertips in circles, pressing down on her ninth and tenth ribs which seemed to act as a button to make (Y/n)'s knees cave and had her body jolting down to the right.

"Three are definitely broken and there's a lot of swelling. She needs an X-ray and an MRI."

Eddie didn't want to take any chances. He needed (Y/n) to have an X-ray to check if the breaks were clean and if she had more than one break in each rib. He could see the way (Y/n) was wheezing and that could be a sign that her ribs were broken inwards towards her lungs. He couldn't take the risk of her getting a collapsed lung or breathing into her chest cavity. They had to be safe.

"Baby what happened?"

"I came off the ladder, Eddison collided with me… I fell off the truck-"

"You fell of the top of the truck? Why the fuck didn't someone take you to the hospital?!"

Eddie's hands moved down and gripped (Y/n)'s hips so fiercely he pulled her off balance. Her hands moved to his shoulders and she leaned forward, burrowing her face into the crook of his neck so she didn't have to look at any of them anymore. She didn't want her family to look at her the same way this team had.

"Get her in the truck; she's coming back with us. Where's McCall?" Bobby's hands clenched into fists at his sides and he turned on his heels and stormed past the truck.

His eyes scanned the station as he headed towards where he presumed the Captain's office would be. But he didn't have to search far before a familiar face came into view. He watched McCall waltz across the station floor, clipboard in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other that Bobby wanted to throw at him to gain his attention.

"McCall." His voice shouted dominance and assertiveness while he stormed over to the shorter captain and stood head to head with him. Looking down with arched brows and upper lip curled in distain.

"Nash, what're you doing here? We already got the replacement you sent across this morning."

"I'm here to take her back because she's got seriously injured on your watch. So tell me why you haven't gotten her seen by a medic or taken her to hospital already?"

"Did she call you?" The way McCall leaned around Bobby to try and look for (Y/n) set off a fire burning within Bobby and it made Eddie take a deep breath, supressing a growl. Of course she called them. She needed help and she had every right to call her family when no one here was looking out for her or taking care of her when she was ill.

(Y/n) trailed her hands down from Eddie's shoulders to curl both her arms tightly around his bicep. She leaned into him, despite the pain it caused in her chest and the lack of breath it caused.

"Do your people understand the chain of command? She got knocked down, but she was fine and she got back up. I can't afford to take all my guys down to the emergency room when they get a bruise. My team know how to look after themselves-"

"And my team know if they're hurt, they can rely on me to make sure they're okay. I do not call three broken ribs and extensive swelling as being fine and I sure as Hell don't accept you denying one of my team medical attention because of your uneducated opinion."

"Broken? Come on she was exaggerating."

(Y/n)'s arms coiled to her chest and she took a step towards Hen when Eddie suddenly pulled away from her. She felt Hen's hands move to her arms and she glued herself into her friend, flinching at all of their reactions.

She could see her dad doing his level best to keep his composure, something Eddie was finding very hard to do. While Chimney stuffed his hands into his pockets and shook his head with a grimace. And Evan huffed, nose crinkling as his jaw dropped in disbelief.

"Why don't we break your ribs and see how long you can last on shift?"

"Eddie…"

"Disrespect my wife like that again and you'll be the one needing an X-ray. I don't give a fuck if your helmet says Captain, you sure as Hell don't act like one."

He would start throwing fists if this man or anyone else in this God forsaken station said anything about (Y/n).

She was a damn good firefighter and she had been injured on duty, she didn't deserve to be berated and disrespected like this. She deserved compassion and understanding and to be taken seriously. There was no doubt that she had been hurt badly today and she needed to take time off from work now to recover. She didn't need to be forced to continue working and make herself worse.

(Y/n) shouldn't have to call her family down here to help her and stand up to this team because she was hurt. This wasn't fair on her.

"I'm taking my daughter back to my station, where my team will assess her and take her to the emergency room. You can expect a call from the Chief first thing in the morning when I file a complaint of discrimination and misconduct." Bobby turned to the side and pointed at his team. "Everyone in the truck."

His head snapped back over his shoulder to look back at McCall when he heard a quiet "Your daughter?" echo behind him.

So he truly didn't know. With (Y/n)'s name being changed to Diaz, not many people in the other stations knew she was related to Bobby. Sure, some people knew. Others just knew Bobby had his daughter on his team. But they didn't interact or converse with other stations a lot other than when they met on the job or at big parties.

Bobby hadn't said anything, he never did just in case someone tried to treat (Y/n) any differently or give her a harder time. Clearly, this team had heard she worked with her husband on her team, but they didn't know she was the Captain's daughter.

"Didn't I mention that?" Bobby tossed over his shoulder without looking back as he moved towards the truck.

(Y/n) rolled her lips together and moved her hands to hold Eddie's arm again and pull it into her chest. She felt Hen's hands stay on her shoulders as they walked in a small line towards the truck. She had never been so happy to see the 118 truck, ready to take her back to her proper home, with her family.

It hurt to heave herself up into the truck and she couldn't help but whimper when she slumped down into a seat. But something sweet formed on her lips when Eddie sat down next to her.

She watched him lean over her, pressing his lips to her temple in the process as he grabbed her belt and carefully clipped it round her, trying to be mindful of her chest. Once done, Eddie looped his arm around the back of her shoulders, grazing his fingertips up and down her arm as he tucked her into his chest and smothered his lips against the back of her head.

Once they were all seated and Bobby started the truck, (Y/n) looked around her team. Her family.

She had Hen on her right, Eddie on her left and Chimney and Evan sat in front of her with calming smiles and nothing but comfort and understanding pooling in their eyes.

"I'm sorry you had to come back and get me." She murmured quietly, tilting her head down until her chin tucked into her chest.

She felt so embarrassed. She felt so childish, calling her dad to come and get her and sort things out for her, but it had been (Y/n)'s only choice. She felt like a child being picked up from school when her team came to get her, but she had also never felt safer than when Eddie and her dad turned up and the rest of her team clearly had her back, whether they agreed with her or not.

"You kidding? You think we'd leave you there after what they've just done? You're part of this team, not theirs. We'll look after you." Leaning across, Chimney patted her knee and nodded at her with a comforting smile.

"Nobody is going back to that station- or any other station, for that matter. We stay here with each other."

Bobby's voice was authoritive and firm and not up for debate. He wasn't allowing any more swaps or shift changes. If other stations were low, they would have to deal with it themselves. He wasn't risking the safety of his team to help other stations that clearly didn't appreciate or care about the staff members that came to their station to help.

"What's our motto?"

A soft grin formed on (Y/n)'s lips as she leaned her head on Eddie's shoulder and tucked her face into his neck.

"Who cares?"

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Hiiii!!!! I (18) was wondering if you could write a Jace x his mothers handmaiden reader, where they have a secret relationship 🤙🏼🤙🏼❤️❤️

anon, sorry for taking so long to write your request. I hope you enjoy it and thanks for reading 🥰💖💖

btw it wasn't clarified so I didn't write reader as a low-born handmaiden (that is, the ones who clean the urinals and that) but as a high-born one.

likes, comments and REBLOGS are always greatly appreciated 🥰💖

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

A frustrated sigh left your lips as you tried to break free from Jacaerys's grip only for the prince to press your body even closer to his so you couldn't get out of bed. You turned to demand that your lover let you go but you remained silent, watching Jace's face. Even though he had his eyes closed you were sure by the lazy smile on his face that he was awake. He looked beautiful. He always looked beautiful but these moments only belonged to you. You wanted to wake up every day next to him but you couldn't. Your duty was to Princess Rhaenyra, you cannot allow yourself to be distracted. Besides, if she found out that you were having a secret relationship with her beloved son, she would throw you out and your family would be very disappointed in you for having wasted the opportunity that the princess gave you to choose you as one of her handmaidens. Not only that but your reputation would be ruined, if rumors spread that you no longer possess your virtue then it would be impossible for you to get a husband. You are a fool to continue with this romance, someday Jace will marry a girl from an even more important house than yours and you will have to sit silently watching everything. There is no happy ending to this.

“My prince, I have to go,” you said, hoping he would stop playing dumb and let you go.

“No,” he complained, lengthening the “o.” Your place is at my side” he moved his face closer to kiss you but you moved, he tried again but you avoided him again “What's wrong” he asked, letting you go so he could sit properly on the bed.

"It's late, I should go. At any moment your mother will wake up, I have duties to do” you responded without looking at him as you got up. You didn't even have a chance to look for your shoes when he tugged on your arm making you return to the bed. He turns you around so that you both face each other.

“What is wrong?” asked again the prince. “Talk to me, please, my lady,” he asked, looking at you with concern while gently taking your face in his hands.

“I think we should stop seeing each other, my prince.” The uncertainty in your voice was clear but still, your words were a dagger for Jacaerys.

“Why?” Your heart ached as you heard the confusion and anguish in his voice. “. I don't understand, yesterday we were fine”

“Yes, we were. But we won't always be. Someday you will have to get married and you will leave me. “I think the easiest thing for my heart is for us to finish our thing now,” you said, closing your eyes without being able to see the sadness in his eyes anymore. If you continued seeing him you were afraid you would go back on your decision.

Your heart skipped a beat when you stopped feeling Jacaerys's hands. You froze as you listened to him get out of bed and get dressed. You should take the opportunity to leave, it's probably what he wanted but you couldn't move. You really had finished everything.

You opened your eyes as you felt the prince's hands in your hair. Your heart raced as he carefully untangled the knots. Once he finished, he kissed your shoulder. “Finish getting ready so we can go talk to my mother.”

“We?” you repeated.

"Yes. I have no intention of marrying anyone but you,” Jacaerys said calmly as if his words wouldn't change your entire world.

“Jacaerys, marrying me is an idiotic move, my house is not that important, and the lords” your chatter was interrupted by the prince's lips capturing yours. You should be firmer and move away, but you can't, so you surrender to enjoying the taste of your lover's lips, feeling more loved than ever.

"I love you and if my mother wants me to be her heir, she will have to accept it," Jace declared and there was no room for argument in his voice. “You are the only wife I intend to take,” he promised before kissing you again.

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[fayes-fics]

Textual Encounter

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, modern AU

Summary: Text fic. Wrong number meet-cute over text.

Warnings: none... this is fluff and humour.

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Fic request fill for Anon (HERE). I kept it fun and fluffy, but yeah, I can see a sequel where they sext. Thanks to @colettebronte for the read-through. Enjoy! <3

Y/N: Hey Liz, it’s y/n y/l/n. Kindle Spa gave me your mobile. Said you had moved to another salon. I don’t trust anyone else to wax me tbh. Big date this week, kwim 😉 Can I get an appt? I’ll come to you. Doesn’t matter where. 

BB: Errr, I think you have the wrong number…

Y/N: Not Liz?

BB: Nope, Ben here. 

Y/N: Not a waxer, I presume?

BB: I may have waxed lyrical in my time, may even have lit a few candles. Have not waxed anyone no - my own body or anyone else’s. Yet. But I’m game to try anything once...

Y/N: Lol.

BB: Big date, eh?

Y/N: ….Yeah. Not that it's any of your business, stranger Ben.

BB: Fair. BB: Does it hurt?

Y/N: ??

BB: Getting waxed.

Y/N: Oh. Yeah. Like a motherfucker. But you sorta get used to it, tbh. And it’s so much less itchy than shaving regrowth, especially in sensitive areas… Wait, why am I having this convo with a complete stranger?!

BB: We don’t have to be strangers. BB: I’m Ben, 33, London. BB: I have no strong opinions on hair removal methods.

Y/N: lol. K. I’m y/n, 28, also London. Y/N: I, as you can see, do have some opinions.

BB: Hi y/n 👋 BB: I hope you can find Liz. Or someone else to assist with your hair needs.

Y/N: I would like it stated, for the record, I’m not hairy like a troll. I just like to keep things neat.

BB: The lady doth protest too much…

Y/N: You are cheeky for a stranger.

BB: Hey, I thought we agreed. Not strangers. Me Ben. You hairy troll.

Y/N: BLOCK.

BB: Just typing it doesn't work, you know.

Y/N: You should work at the Apple Genius Bar.

BB: Hmm, possibly. I do look good in blue. Or so I've been told.

Y/N: Always glad to provide career counselling.

BB: 🫡

4 days later.

BB: How’d your date go?

Y/N: That's odd. I don’t see a Genius Bar appt in my calendar…?

BB: iCal is a lying bastard. BB: I also assume you now can move faster through water.

Y/N: ??

BB: Waxed smooth like a dolphin…?

Y/N: 😆 Y/N: Entirely none of your business, but yes, actually. Well mostly. I leave some. Why am I telling you this?! Y/N: The guy was such a dud tho, I didn't get to show it off 🙁

BB: Please don't stop on my account. This is just delightful.  BB: I apologise on behalf of all men.

Y/N: For what?

BB: Having 4 sisters, I find the safest answer here is usually… everything, of course.  BB: But specifically, your rubbish date.

Y/N: Apology conditionally accepted. Y/N: 4 sisters?! 

BB: Only conditional? What do I gots to do to make it unconditional? BB: Yeah, I know… I’ve got 3 brothers too. My parents were really into each other. 

Y/N: IDK, serve a mean martini? Y/N: Understatement.

BB: That could be arranged. I took an online mixology course during lockdown.  BB: My sister El declared I'm better than Stanley Tucci. Admittedly, that was after 4 espresso martinis… but I'm taking it. She's opinionated but the best one. They are a weird bunch tho 🤔

Y/N: WOAH WOAH WOAH. That's a bold claim.

BB: Well, there’s only one way to dispute it: try one for yourself…

Y/N: Smooth, Genius Bar, smooth.

BB: I do my best 🤷

1 day later.

Y/N: I can't get my AirPods to work.

BB: You do realise I didn’t actually follow your career advice?

Y/N: Urgh. Inconvenient. What use are you then?

BB: As I said. Cocktails. I’ll try my hand at waxing if you want.

Y/N: Best stick to the day job. Which is…?

BB: Graphic design.

Y/N: Oh, that’s quite cool. 

BB: It pays the bills. You?

Y/N: MI-5

BB: Wow, you're a shit spy.

Y/N: It could be an excellent double bluff…

BB:

Y/N: Oh, we’ve graduated to memes now, have we, Genius Bar?

BB: It was called for.

Y/N: I’ll take it. Purely cos it's a Hemsworth.

BB: I would too, tbh.

Y/N: Bi?

BB: For a Hemsworth? Always.

Y/N: Anyone else?

BB: I’ll keep you posted.

Y/N: I'm on the edge of my seat.

3 days later.

BB: Oscar Issac.

Y/N: Good non sequitur evening to you, too, Genius Bar Ben.

BB: For the bi thing.

Y/N: Ahh. Got it. I can respect that.

BB: This is me, btw: www.instagram.com/benbridgerdesign.  BB: Figured you can decide for yourself if I'm a creeper.

Y/N: Appreciated.

3 minutes later.

Y/N: You paint?

BB: I dabble

Y/N: Modesty will only make me like you more.

BB: You like me?! 🥹

Y/N: You didn't mention you were handsome.

BB: There is no way to respond to that without me sounding like a twat.

BB: But thank you 😊

Y/N: This is me: www.instagram.com/ynhandle 

7 minutes later.

BB: Oh, Amalfi is so beautiful, isn't it?

Y/N: Wow. That's a deep cut. How far did you scroll back??

BB: 👀

Y/N: Yeah, it's beautiful. Shame it's tainted for me now. Was there with an ex.

BB: I saw. Very handsome.

Y/N: Are you sure you're not just into men full-stop?

BB: 🤷 BB: You’re very pretty, too.

Y/N: I’d believe it if you didn't mention my “very handsome” ex first…

BB: I call it like I see it. BB: I have had 4 whiskeys, tho, so make of that what you will.

Y/N: On a school night?!

BB: It’s my brother Ant's birthday. This is like non-optional drunk, I’ll have you know.

Y/N: Happy birthday to him. 

BB: He says thanks. He’s also told me to get off my fucking phone. Which is rich. He is texting his wife nonstop.

Y/N: Hah! Safe travels through Whiskeytown, BenBridger 🫡

BB: I kinda miss Genius Bar…. 😞

Y/N: I can't win…

2 days later.

BB: Settle an argument for me.

Y/N: 🍿

BB: Col, younger brother, never stops eating... He claims Katz Deli is overrated. I argue it's touristy but still good. You’ve been. Where do you sit on this matter?

Y/N: You really did go thru my Insta, didn't you?? Y/N: Thanks for the follow, BTW.

BB: It's a compliment, I assure you. BB: Welcome. And same.

Y/N: Not complaining. And yeah, I agree with you, actually.

BB: Hah! Excellent!!

Y/N: Wait… your older brother is Ant, and your younger brother is Col? You’re Ben. So, like ABC?

BB:  … I already warned you my family was weird.

Y/N: You did. You did.

BB: Now, please excuse me while I go gloat.

Y/N: 👍

5 mins later.

BB: Hi. This is Col. You must be the famous y/n. Ben’s in the bogs, and the mug left his phone on the table unlocked, so this is on him.  BB: He like really likes you. Like a lot. Will you go on a date with him pls? 

Y/N: Err, ok, hi Col. Y/N: Umm, I think Ben should be the one to ask me that. Don’t you?

BB: He’s too scared you’ll say no.

Y/N: I won't…

BB: EXCELLENT.

2 minutes later.

BB: I am so SO sorry about that 😬 He’s such a shit. BB: But… do you mean it?

Y/N: Ask me properly…

BB: Would you, y/n, like to go on a date with me? Please?

Y/N: I would be delighted to Ben. 😀

BB: 🙏 BB: Are you free on Thursday? Could I take you to dinner?

Y/N: Sounds wonderful. 

BB: 7pm? Meet at Picadilly Circus? By Brasserie Zedel?

Y/N: I’ll be there 😀

BB: 😀

10 days later.

BB: I think you should know… Liz is an artiste 😮‍💨

Y/N: Stop texting me from my bed, you dork. 😘 Y/N: How do you take your coffee?

BB: I'm like 10 meters away. Why not just ask me?

Y/N: You started this, Genius Bar…

BB: Come back to bed, Mostly Hairless Troll.

Y/N: I asked for that, didn't I? 🤦

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[cc--2224]

older hunter x reader pregnant in pabu

Next Steps

Pairing: Hunter x F! Reader

Summary: Following the events on Mount Tantiss, Hunter and the rest of the Bad Batch are finally able to relax and enjoy the time they have, you and Hunter decide that means planning next steps together.

Warnings: All fluff, slight anxiety mentions, obviously pregnancy mentions as that was the request, maybe slight S3 Finale spoilers?

Word Count: 1.3k

Notes: Thank you so much for sending a request, anon!! I really hope you enjoy it!! As a reminder, my requests are going to be open for a bit so send me some if you'd like! :)

Taglist: None, let me know if you'd like to be added

Masterlist

Ever since they had landed on Pabu for the last time, they had all finally begun to relax, to plant roots, to get to know the villagers. Even Crosshair had seemed more open to socializing with the locals, to learning their trades.

Hunter had always had trepidations about getting too comfortable. 

Back when you had first met, a few years ago now, he expressed that he wanted to get adjusted, to finally sit down and relax but he always felt as if he was looking over his shoulder.

When the island had been attacked by the Empire, you understood what he meant. But everyone was still determined to keep each other, and their mercenary friends, safe.

Part of you feared that when they left to go get Omega back that it was the last time you would ever see them, whether that meant that they wouldn't put Pabu in danger and kept themselves away, or worse. You didn't want that, not only because you liked having them around, liked hearing their stories, sharing meals, but because you knew that you had developed feelings for Hunter in the short time you knew each other. 

You couldn't recall a time where you were more worried for someone's safety than you were after they had left Pabu to find Omega.

You wanted to protect him, to make him feel safe on the island, but you also knew that with everything they had experienced, that was easier said than done.

It only became more difficult once you began to fear you'd lose him for good.

So when they finally returned, you decided to throw caution to the wind. You didn't want anymore missed opportunities, he had to know how you felt about him.

You waited for them to leave the Imperial shuttle, and as soon as he emerged on the gangplank, you ran to him, wrapping your arms around him and crashing your lips into his.

He was rightfully surprised, but after the initial shock wore off, you felt his arms on your back, pulling you into him and feeling like they were going to crush you. He kissed back with desperation and relief washing over him.

When you finally broke apart, you held his face in your hands while his hands stayed firmly on your waist. You felt your eyes water, and you saw the same in him. 

"I'm home." He finally said. "And I'm never leaving you again."

It had been years since then, and true to his word, he never left you. He eventually moved his belongings into your house, and the two of you settled into the next stages of your domestic life together. You got to watch as your lives seemed to fall into place. The island changed around you, improvements, infrastructure, villagers’ families growing. Hunter began growing out his beard, no longer concerned about hating the feeling of facial hair against the helmet that he rarely ever put on. 

Things became simple, time slowed, your lives could finally begin.

You still remembered the conversation you had one afternoon, sitting on the front porch with him, watching Omega play with Lyana, Batcher, and the other three clone children. 

"Do you want one of our own?" He had asked, looking at you earnestly.

You raised an eyebrow, "Want one what?"

"A kid."

You smiled at him and glanced over to the kids playing.

"We have Omega," you reminded him and he chuckled.

"I know, and she'll always be our kid, but she's growing up. Won't be long until she starts living her own life." He looked down at his lap and you reached over to hold his hand, you knew how much the thought of Omega leaving upset him.

"I don't think she'd mind having a little brother or sister." He said when he looked back at you.

"No, I don't either." You drew him close and kissed him on his lips, showing him your agreement to his idea. 

— — —

"Hunter? Are you home?" You called out from the entryway to your house. You were met with silence and shrugged.

Must have gone out.

You had gone to the doctor that morning on Hunter's insistence. He had been hovering around you for a few weeks, as if he had been waiting for a shoe to drop. He didn't know what it was about you that was different, something in your scent, or a change in your pulse, something that he could sense but couldn't pinpoint the source.

You knew better than to argue with his keen senses, but you couldn't help but get a little annoyed with his overprotection.

The doctor had confirmed that you were pregnant, only a few weeks along, and you nearly cried at the news. You couldn't wait to tell Hunter, even if you knew he'd tell you he knew you should have gone to the doctor earlier. 

You decided to wait for him at home. You put on some tea and grabbed your datapad before sitting on the couch.

He finally walked through the door with some produce from the market, smiling at you when he saw you. He walked past you, but not before kissing the top of your head, and left the groceries in the kitchen.

"I went to the doctor's this morning." You did your best to keep your tone level, ambiguous.

It worked, seeing as how his cheerful demeanor had vanished completely when he poked his head out.

"...And?"

You stood up and looked at him. "Hunter, I–" your voice wavered, partially due to excitement, but partially due to nerves.

"I'm pregnant." 

His eyes widened as he looked into yours, then down to your stomach, then back up to your face. "You– What?"

Tears started forming in the corners of your eyes. "We're going to have a baby!"

He crossed the room before you could even register that he had moved. His arms circled your waist and you felt yourself being lifted off the ground and spun.

When he placed you back down, he pulled you to him and kissed you. Tears began rolling down your face as you laughed into the kiss. 

He looked at you and swept his thumbs across your cheeks, wiping away the tears even though his own nearly betrayed him.

You didn't hear the door open, but you heard Omega's voice ring out behind you.

"Is everything okay?"

You both looked at her, you smiled and nodded before opening your arm for her to join your hug. 

She did without hesitation.

"Omega," Hunter began. "Remember how I asked if you'd be alright if there was another kid running around?"

She looked at him and nodded, but then her eyes widened in realization and she looked at you, then Hunter, and then back to you.

"You're not–"

"I am." More tears fell as she wrapped her arms around you. 

"Congratulations!" Her smile widened as she looked at both of you. "I have to go tell Crosshair and Wrecker! They owe me ten credits each!"

She ran out the door before you could stop her and you looked at Hunter and shook your head.

"The whole island will know before long." You sighed.

"Yeah." He nodded.

"Are you ready?" You asked him cautiously.

He looked at you, thinking for a moment. "Honestly, I don't know. I mean, it's been a while since we've settled in here, but sometimes it still feels like the peace isn't going to last. I know that's just my own anxieties, but it's hard to shake the feeling, you know?"

You nodded and looked down. He put his arm around your shoulder and kissed your temple.

"But, we have each other through this. I won't let anything happen to you, or our kid. So I think I am. It helps knowing how much support they'll have when they get here. And how wonderful of a mother they're going to have." 

You leaned into his chest. "And father." 

You felt a laugh rumble from him. This was the next step for both of you, and it was a scary step to take, but despite Hunter's worries, you knew you were both ready to face this together. 

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[sasayego]

Heyyy…. May i request a wife reader x dick grayson… she is mad at him and is giving him a silent treatment, but he is so done with this that he starts annoying her by saying Mrs. Grayson after every sentense and closing tightly lids

anon this is so adorable. i am going feral. also i am so severely sorry for my IA-ness.

tags — just overall fluff. some light swearing

In hindsight, you should've known that this would entail not just dating, but also marrying a vigilante. How could someone blame you, anyways? You were sitting at home, about to go to bed, when Nightwing crashed into your apartment after being chucked across the city by some villain or the other.

He had a major concussion. You didn't know how to treat thrown vigilantes who definitely had a couple of broken ribs and a torn ACL.

What you did know was how to comfort a man who was clearly in pain, who was trying to stifle his screams, because let's face it, the vigilante life should clearly not be glamorized.

He felt bad for the wreckage in your apartment. Every week, there'd be thousands of dollars at your doorstep from him, ready to pay it off. He had to be rich. There was no way he was giving your entire salary in four months and a half.

Eventually, you figured out his secret identity. And instead of being angry about it, Dick Grayson felt awfully in love with a girl who was as intelligent as he hoped she'd be. Sure she wasn't a supermodel, but she made him laugh. She made him think. She wasn't easy to get along with at times, but she made him better.

Three years later, he put a ring on it.

"I told you," you snapped, "you just keep going in stupid situations, and normally, I wouldn't mind, but it's like you refuse my help or anyone else's."

Dick knew he had a really bad hero complex. He couldn't stand anyone else getting hurt because of his issues. "I can handle it," he responded. "And isn't it just annoying that you've been mad at me for the past two days? Can't you just give it a rest?"

"I'll give it a rest when you start accepting help from others," you responded, your brows furrowing. "God, you're so—you're so—ugh!"

Dick rolled his eyes and then smirked at you, that stupid boyish smirk that made your heart tingle and everything else disappear. "I'm so what, sweetheart? What am I, Mrs. Grayson?"

You glared at him. "Dick!" You huffed, both saying his name and the insult. "That's it. I want a cooling down period. Leave me and the kitchen alone!"

He grinned, looking back at you, a mischievous glance in his eye. "Oh, I will, Mrs. Grayson. I will."

* * *

Making dinner was one of your forms of therapy. Dick was starting to go out for patrol, much to your distaste, no doubt about to pick a fight with someone who would give him considerable damage.

You didn't want him to go, you wanted to keep him here and kiss him forever, but he would leave anyways. It's my moral duty to the people of Bludhaven to keep them safe, he had said to you one night. I could never bring it to myself to disappoint these people. To make them unsafe. I'm going to do whatever I can to make sure people are as safe as can be.

And though you really disliked it, you knew that was one of the core reasons why you were so undoubtedly in love with him.

You turned around to grab the jar of pickles, still steaming from the fight, only to find that it was incredibly hard to open.

"What. The. Hell?" You hissed. You had opened it up just a day ago, and put it easily back, making sure it wasn't that hard.

Your face turned red and you looked at it again before trying to open it up, straining and groaning, only for your muscles to give out. There was only one explanation for this.

Your stupid, lovable, husband.

And after a few minutes of recollecting your pride, you stomped over to your bedroom where he was dressing. He was in the midst of putting the top half of his suit on, and your mouth turned a little dry when you saw him shirtless.

You were pretty sure that when the first time you saw him shirtless, literal heart eyes came out of your eyes. You gawked for a couple of seconds, admiring the contour of his muscles, only for him to turn around and smirk at you.

He knew what you were doing. Dammit.

"Hi, Mrs. Grayson," he teased. "Enjoying the view?"

"Shut up," you snapped, and held out the jar. "Open this up right now and stop screwing with my jars."

He smirked at you. "What's the magic word?"

"The magic word is 'I will beat you up if you don't open the jar up right now'," you responded, glaring at him. "Now. Open."

He laughed, tossing his head back, his voice echoing off the room before taking the jar. You watched intently as his triceps flexed when he opened the jar up with ease and returned it back.

"Thank you," you said, your voice having an edge to it. You were about to turn around before he grabbed you by the arm.

"What, no good luck kiss?" Dick asked huskily in your ear. It sent shivers down your spine.

"Even if I give you one, you'll still end up badly injured."

"C'mon," he murmured, planting a light kiss on your neck, his hands dancing on your waist. He squeezed your sides slightly. "I always fight better when my girl kisses me."

You looked up at him and snorted. "In your dreams," you responded, but he took this moment to crash his lips against you. You felt dizzy and couldn't help but to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

When the both of you stopped, he laughed, looking at you breathless, his blue eyes twinkling in the night sky.

"Knew you couldn't be mad at me for that long, Mrs. Grayson."

"Shut up," you grumbled, punching his shoulder lightly. "Go save Bludhaven, Boy Wonder."

He stepped out the window and then turned back at him, smirking. "You know I am, sweetheart. And when I come back, I'm gonna finish what I started."

#dick grayson #dcu #dick grayson x reader #dc comics #nightwing #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson x you

[oceantornadoo]

Hi! :) I would like to request price or Simon where they’re so proud of their girl almost graduating college with a bio degree because she’s in finals. It’s currently happening to me and I wanna indulge a little if you don’t mind 😭

happy finals szn! just finished mine so i hope you do well anon and congrats on graduating :))) this is a bit non canon, just pretending it makes sense for simon to date a college girl lol

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simon riley x f!reader, mainly fluff (pretty short)

"dove."

you groaned, hitting your head against your desk.

"dove." he nudged you with his knee. you uncrossed your arms, looking up at him. "what if i quit and become a housewife?"

he gave you that low chuckle, rasping through his throat. "ya could. kind of stupid to quit when ya've only got one test left." you looked at your laptop in front of you, the biology equations swimming before you. the 4 hours of sleep you got last night were starting to catch up to you.

"callin' me stupid?" simon mussed your hair, dropping a kiss on your forehead. "yer too smart to be askin' that question. come on, power nap time." you glanced at the clock, 10 hours until your final that you basically knew nothing on. "can't, si. i haven't even looked at chapter five yet and-" he covered your mouth with his hand playfully. "30 minutes. we do it in the military too, ya know. should be good 'nough for a college senior." you giggled, the lack of sleep setting in. "okay."

you blinked and you were suddenly in your bed, stripped down to your underwear. simon lay next to you, setting multiple alarms. always putting your education first. he wrapped his beefy arms around you, surrounding you with that always-present smell of gunpowder and cigarettes, overlaid with the pine body wash you bought for him.

flash forward 9 hours and you were standing in front of your least favorite lab building, calming yourself down before your test. "hey, look at me." simon grabbed your chin, taking up your entire view with the hulking mass of his body. “y’ve got this. been studyin’ it forever. last push, yeah? ‘m already proud of you.” he was staring at you with only love and adoration in his eyes. this lieutenant, a killing machine, a ghost, looking at you like you had hung the moon yourself. there was no more doubt in your mind. you’d kill it.

and a week and a half later, you walked across that stage, diploma in hand, knowing your ghost was waiting for you at the end, no matter what.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost call of duty #tornadothoughts #fluff #simon riley x female reader #simon riley x f!reader #happy finals season #they’re killing me #good luck to everyone going thru it!

[alittlebitofloveliness]

modern day curtis and shepard gang headcannons? Like they're old men and women

Hi anon! Sorry this took so long I'm a certified human disaster and my life is kind of in shambles rn

ANYWAY modern day old outsiders headcanons:

-First of all I did some quickmaths, so Darry would be 79 in 2024, Two-bit and Tim Shepard would be 78, Steve would be 76, Soda would be 75, and Curly & Angela Shepard would be 74, and Ponyboy would be 73

-Realistically atp Two would have died of like liver failure but I'm gonna try not to make this a bummer so lets say my man is in a nursing home and spends all day flirting with the nurses and the ladies in the home (who all adore him)

-Lbr Darry would absolutely be the grumpiest of old men (him and Two are in the same home) but he also tells the best stories and is secretly a big softie so all the young, nervous nurses like him the best

-Tim Shepard would rather be dead than in a nursing home and he says as much to anyone who ever suggests he needs one. Angela keeps trying, because he's barely mobile (old injuries + arthritis) but he refuses. Angela knows it's because Sylvia is burried in the graveyard down the block from there, and Tim doesn't want to leave his best friend, even though she's been dead for years he still can't leave her

-Angela lives alone. Having grown up in a turbulent house and worked almost every day of her adult life she enjoys her solitude. Nowadays she takes her fighting spirit to Monday night bingo where she CAN and WILL still strangle you Betty Anne if you try callin' bingo again when we both knows you aint got it-

-Steve and Sodapop live together at the old Curtis house. The neighbours kids have it rough so they come around a lot. Soda bakes cakes when he's got the energy, and Steve has mellowed a bit in his old age and spoils the kids rotten even when lecturing them and basically they act like grandfathers to these two little delinquent kids, who in turn do chores around the house so Soda and Steve can KEEP living there and don't have to go into a home or something

-Curly Shepard and Ponyboy Curtis live together, in a little apartment (Pony moved back to Tulsa when he retired, and Curly followed him like he always does. It's a little inside joke of theirs, since ever since they got together they've never been apart for more than a few days). Neither of them will admit it, but Curly's mind isn't what is used to be, the result of all those head injuries when he was younger finally catching up to him, and it kills Ponyboy a little to see the confusion in his eyes and the way he gets agitated when he can't remember something.

-The Curtis brothers all do that thing where they're always on the phone with one another

-Tim, Angela, and Curly all go out for breakfast together on Saturdays

-Tim has a walking stick and uses it to whack people with

-Two-bit manages to talk one of the nurses into smuggling him extra pudding cups with his dinner and the other residents (including Darry) get real up in arms about it

-Steve and Soda have tv shows that are on at a certain time each week that they steadfastly refuse to miss even though the neighbour kids have tried convincing them to get a netflix account and showeed them how to use the DVR so they could record them

-Steve complains about modern cars and their 'new fangled technology with their screens and electric engines' not being as good as the cars from when he was young

-Darry and Ponyboy compete to see who can get the wordle in the fewest guesses and they both sulk if they lose

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #two bit mathews #curly shepard #angela shepard #tim shepard #steve randle #sylvia the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #anon I hope this is kind of what you were looking for

[paradiseprincesss]

hopefully this isnt much of an ask but would you be willing to make a jonathan crane x coworker!reader where we sort of intimidate him and or tease him and its kinda like enemies to lovers can be smut or not thank you!! :)

after hours - jonathan crane x reader

i saw this request and i was like...i fear this concept ate. i fw it!! this was fun to write - i got this finished within a few hours cause i was like whewww okay i like it. i hope u enjoy this anon! <3

song: after hours by kehlani

summary: you work as a nurse (take a guess at what i major in...it had to be done. i saw an opportunity and took it.) at arkham asylum, and there's one person you work with that you just cannot stand - dr. jonathan crane.

warnings: smut 18+ minors dni!!, swearing, kissing, p in v, just general smut but also fluff hehe

you threw your car in park, your favourite colour water bottle in hand as you got out of the car in your scrubs. you had thrown your hair up in a claw clip that matched your water bottle, feeling cute - and made your way into arkham asylum.

you'd just started working at arkham - you were a new grad nurse, and you were excited! the pay was pretty high in comparison to other places that were hiring, i.e the hospital, so you jumped at the opportunity.

your coworkers and colleagues were all super sweet, and you were navigating your first few days around at work with ease, fitting right in and learning more and more every day on the job.

as you got to the staff room, you placed your bag in the lockers and headed off to the nurses station. you skimmed through the papers littered on the table to see what you were assigned to do today, and noticed you were most likely going to be having a relatively chill day. it seemed that you were just going to be shadowing one of the psychiatrists today and learning more about acute patient management.

"morning," your co-worker who happened to be the night shift nurse, said to you as she approached you at the counter, "i'm going home now, but i couldn't help but notice dr. jenson wants you to shadow dr. crane today instead of assessing and monitoring patients." she tells you, taking in a sharp breath.

she seemed to notice the look of confusion that washed over your face and quickly clarified. "not that that's bad in any way! i just figured she would want you to be doing what you usually do since in the few days you've been here, you've been doing so good. dr. jenson is really impressed. you know, you're really great for a new grad nurse." she laughs softly.

"oh, well, i'm glad to hear that - thank you. i try." you say, smiling brightly, "i haven't had a chance to meet dr. crane yet, actually. i know he only works with...specific patients and stuff." you say to your colleague.

jonathan crane was known around the asylum as a rather brash and cold individual. he wasn't super friendly, and often kept to himself and worked tirelessly with the patients that were under his direct care. he was the acting chief of psychiatry at arkham and hardly had the time to socialize and mingle with the other staff members.

"well, good luck with that." your co-worker said as she collected her keys and waved goodbye to you before you had a chance to ask her what she meant by that.

suddenly, you heard a smooth voice say your name from behind you - and you turned around to see a tall man, around 6'2, with cerulean blue eyes and glasses, wearing a suit, tie and what appeared to be a sweater vest staring at you with a clipboard in hand.

"i'm doctor jonathan crane." he says flatly, introducing himself. you smile at him softly, and politely introduce yourself.

"i'd rather not waste time on small talk and introductions, i am fully aware of who you are." he says condescendingly, wiping the smile right off your face.

you say nothing in response, too embarrassed by his sharp tone and direct words - and you follow him as he gestures you to do so.

so much for a good first impression.

for the entirety of your shift, he just talked down to you. made it his personal goal to make you feel shitty about yourself; explaining things to you as if you didn't just spend the last four years of your life suffering through nursing school just to be told you didn't know what you were doing.

it was agitating - infuriating, really. you did know what you were doing. your higher ups even told you so - unfortunately, jonathan was the higher ups to your higher ups, so there wasn't much you could do.

you would do something and he would find a way to criticize it. you would finish giving medication to a patient, and he would scoff as if you were stupid. you would monitor patients and chart everything with accuracy, and he would tell you that you weren't doing it properly.

it frustrated you terribly, but to no avail, he never changed his ways. and honestly, he was the only one complaining! dr. jenson would never criticize you like that, in fact she always said that your performance was phenomenal.

you and your co-workers theorized that he may even be jealous or intimidated by you because you were such a diligent employee, especially for someone so young - and you seemed to do everything with ease.

but you never quite understood why he would feel that way, though, since the two of you had totally different roles and careers.

and that's how the first few weeks of working on shift with dr. crane was. since the two of you didn't work side by side constantly - hence you having two different occupations - you would sometimes get a break from his condescending attitude and harsh words. but over time, you'd come to almost enjoy the push and pull dynamic between the two of you - but you doubted that it was mutual.

yes, the first month or two was rough - he was a straight up piece of shit to you, but over time, it seemed he had laid off of being mean...partially. he was still sarcastic and full of attitude, but you would sometimes notice that it seemed lighthearted in nature, even if he didn't say it aloud or tried his best to hide it.

today, you came into work as per usual, but you were working rotating night shifts so you it was a little less hectic than usual. as you finished charting a patients vitals, you heard footsteps approach from behind you in the quietness of the upstairs ward.

turning around, you saw a sleepy dr. crane.

"hey," you say to him, "you're still here? it's almost 10. i thought you would've gone home by now."

he scoffs at you (as per usual), and throws a stack of paper on the nearby desk. "if you haven't noticed, i'm the acting chief psychiatrist here - i have a plethora of staff and patients, amongst other things, to manage and attend to."

you just shake your head with a small laugh, taking your latex gloves off, and offer him a teasing response. "i know that, calm down. it's not that serious - it was just a question, dr. crane."

a few months ago, you would have never talked to him in such a way, but now, you felt comfortable doing so. the dynamic had shifted between you - it was one of those love-hate relationships.

"god, you are insufferable." he groans.

"and you're stuck up. like genuinely." you retaliate, a small smile playing on your lips. he doesn't care to respond, and just scoffs once more, picking his papers up and seemingly heading out for the night.

you didn't see him for a good three weeks after that, but now you were back on your normal dayshift schedule, and you saw him in the middle of your shift as you were returning from a patients room after administrating some medication.

"jesus, jonathan, watch where you're going!" you exclaim, as he almost walks straight into you, aquamarine coloured eyes focused on the stack of patient forms in his hand.

he looked at you and grimaced. "you watch where you're going - you're the one holding the syringe in your hand. and here i thought you'd be one to know about work protocols." he sneers, and you huff. "god, you're insufferable." you say, mocking him.

he shoots you a dirty look, and you smirk. "hit a nerve?" you ask innocently.

"i could fire you right now if i wanted to." he says angrily, but you just laugh softly as you make your way down the hall, brushing past him to dispose of the syringe in your hand.

later that day, as you were getting ready to head home from your shift, jonathan came up to you in the staff room.

"i'd like to speak to you in my office, if you would please come with me." he informs you curtly, and you raise a brow.

"my shifts over, i don't work after hours." you flatly say back, and he scoffs. "don't get mouthy with me, i can assure you it'll take a few minutes at most."

you let out a dramatic little "ughhhh," and place your bag down, following him to his office. as you went into his office, you noticed the way it looked - dark. the blinds were closed, lights slightly dimmed, and all the future seemed to be in a dark oak colour. various degrees with his name were framed on the wall - his bachelors, masters, and doctorate all hung up proudly.

"quite the collection you got there, but a little excessive, don't you think?'' you tease, as you sit in a chair opposite of him at his office desk. "very funny." he deadpans, and you smirk. "what did you need to talk to me so urgently about?" you ask, but what he said next shocked you.

"i'm giving you a raise." he says plainly, and your jaw drops. you thought he fucking hated you - or at least found you painfully annoying.

"a-a raise?" you stammer, looking at him with surprise. he sighs, and nods. "yes, that is correct."

"don't get me wrong - i am so grateful, but why? you always...put down my work. criticize everything i do." you say, a nervous laugh escaping your lips.

"i just- i just wanted to push you. i could see your potential." he says a little awkwardly, looking away.

"oh, i see." you say quietly, and he gets up the filing cabinet in the corner to sift through what you assumed were patient files.

"that's all. feel free to go." he says, tone gaurded, but as you got up to leave, you felt the sudden urge to stop in your tracks.

"wait- no. i still don't understand." you say, and he lets out an irritated sigh, staring at you with files in his hand. "i'm sorry - did you want me to take your raise back?" he asks rudely.

"i-i just don't know why you're so mean to me if my performance is so...good." you explain meekly, and he lets out another frustrated huff. "i told you, i was pushing you because i saw your...p-potential." he says, but you caught how he faltered at the end of his sentence.

"did you just stutter?"

"i will take back that raise. don't tempt me."

"tell me why you're so mean to me."

he stays silent for a moment, taking a few steps closer so that he was now standing towering over you. but he speaks up again, tone sharp and defensive. "are your cognitive abilities failing you? have you not heard what i've been saying? i said i saw potential-"

"that's such bullshit!"

"why does this bother you so much?"

"answer me!"

"i'm telling you i saw potential-"

"god i hate-"

but before you could say "you," his lips were crashing onto yours, and you melted into the kiss instantly, wrapping your arms around his neck. neither of you broke away, and the kiss deepened as he picked you up and placed you on top of his desk, holding your waist with a soft grip and your hands started to intertwine into his hair.

the two of you made out for a few minutes as he had you on his desk, but it didn't last long because both of you were just so fucking pent up. neither of you really hated each other - you just both found one another annoyingly attractive.

as he pulled away from the kiss, you wasted absolutely no time getting him out of his suit jacket, and quickly undid his tie as he took the top of your scrubs off.

"sorry." you suddenly say, and he looks at you confused. "what?"

you look down at the bra that you were wearing - it was kinda boring, you thought. just plain and black. "i didn't expect to be sleeping with my boss who hates me so i didn't really um...prepare?"

he just scoffs and continues to get you out of your clothes. "god, you truly are insufferable." but this time, it wasn't the same tone he usually took with you - no, it was different. it was for sure different. it was almost...loving.

he quickly unclasped your bra after fumbling with it for a few seconds. that was so him.

as you sat there on his office desk, in just your panties, you felt a little self conscious - you couldn't lie. subconsciously, you tried to cover up with your arms, but he stopped you.

"you're perfect - stop." he says softly, and you swore you saw him blushing. you didn't say anything back, but you slowly put your arms down and he took a deep breath in at the sight.

"beautiful." he whispers, before kissing you once more, sliding down your panties and fumbling with his own belt buckle. after a few mere moments of getting his pants off, his cock sprung free.

you pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath, and he took this opportunity to snake his hand behind your neck and softly hold onto your hair, pulling your head back to look at him.

he used his other hand to line up the head of cock with your now soaking cunt, and paused before looking back at you, cheeks tinted a rosy pink.

"tell me this is okay." he whispers, and you roll your eyes playfully. "oh, c'mon-"

"no. i'm your boss and i'm aware of the power imbalance between us. i need you to tell me that this is okay, sweetheart." he says to you, teasing your folds and making you moan.

"didn't take you for that kind of guy," you try to keep your composure, "but y-yeah, it's okay."

as you gave him the green light, he plunged his cock into you slowly, giving you time to adjust. as he stretched you open on his thick cock, you moaned and he cursed under his breath - your warm, wet, velvety walls sucking him in.

"oh fuck." you moan softy as he started to move slowly, as to not hurt you, wanting to be gentle. "i didn't know a cunt could be so tight-" he chokes, letting out a shaky breath.

"mmm- deeper, please." you whisper breathlessly, and he fucked you harder, deeper - faster.

you were a moaning, withering mess for him as his name fell from your lips like a prayer, and he moaned your name right back to you. "jesus - you feel amazing." he praised, and your cheeks burned at his sweet words.

the feeling of his cock plowing your tight cunt was dizzying, you could've sworn you almost felt him in your stomach. the both of you were breathing heavily and moaning, becoming a mess for the other.

"feels so good, don't stop." you moaned as kissed down your neck, biting occasionally, leaving marks. his grip on your hair tightened, and he pulled your head back a little further, giving him better access to your neck - to mark you as his even more than he already was.

"j-jon-" you pant, "i-ah, i'm gonna cum!" you say, and he speaks lowly by your ear, "cum all over my cock, fuck- you're so beautiful."

the tone of his voice, the words he was saying, the way he was fucking you - all of it was too much, and suddenly, you were squirting whilst screaming his name.

"oh sweetheart," he exasperates, looking at you in awe, "fuck, that's so hot." his thrusts sped up significantly, chasing his own release and you felt yourself whimper from the overstimulation.

"gonna cum-" he pants, and you pull him closer. "cum inside, please." you beg, and he grips your hair with such force it almost hurts. "a-are you sure-"

"yes!" you moan, "j-just fill me up, please jonathan-" you say, clinging onto him for dear life, and his thrusts came to a still as he groaned, hot cum spilling deep inside of you.

he doesn't move just yet, still staying buried deep in your cunt - making sure you take every last drop of him. his fingers ghosted over the marks on your neck, a small smile tugging his lips, making you smile back at him dopily with a sigh.

"so this is what you get up to after hours." you tease, and he captures your lips in a soft kiss, making you moan in surprise.

after a moment, he pulls back, still smiling softly at you - looking at you like you were an angel that fell straight from heaven into his lap.

"never, sweetheart," he says, feigning offence, "i was too busy fantasizing about you - too busy falling in love with you."

and with that, he pulled you into another deep kiss with his hands wrapped around your waist, making your heart melt - because you loved him too.

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[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Temptation and Need

Summary: Can Y/N tempt Dean into what he needs?

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut - this is just all smut. Unprotected P in V sex, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving, very brief m receiving), face-sitting, cum shot, overstimulation, big age gap (21 and 43), dirty talk, dub-con (sort of - the reader not taking no for an answer), masturbation, voyeurism (very brief), use of a vibrator, spanking, (brief), pussy slapping (brief).

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 3,895

A/N: A million years ago (okay, last December) I got a request from a lovely anon asking this:

hi!! I was wondering if you could maybe write an age gap with dean winchester where the female!reader is like in her 20s and dean's is his 40s :) just some rough smut with like hair pulling where dean asks for her to sit on his face or something like that (if you're comfortable with it) and just dirty talks cause I absolutely love them haha :) I really love your writing btw!!!! thanks a lot <3

It took me about four and a half months to get to this, but it's finally here! Thank you so much for this request, hope you're happy with it Nonnie. And I hope everyone else who reads it enjoys it too. ❤️

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Y/N had known it would be good - no - amazing. Since the first time she’d laid eyes on Dean Winchester six months earlier, she’d wanted to feel him beneath her, above her, behind her, inside her. She’d wanted him any and every way she could have him.

She simply needed him with the heat of a raging fire that never cooled.

So she’d imagined this moment for more than a hundred nights, and she’d known it would be incredible. But her imagination had been woefully inadequate.

She’d been attempting to seduce Dean the entire time she’d known him. She knew that he knew how much she wanted him, but he’d been reluctant. Every time she sidled up close to him, he’d moved away. Any time she put her hands on him, his heart kicked up so she could feel it pound, and if she got close enough she could feel the hard evidence of his desire press against her. But inevitably he would gently lift her hands off of him and give her a look of warning.

“Stop this, Y/N.” He’d scold with heat pooling quick and fervid in his eyes.

One time he’d given her a look of exasperation and then scowled at her. “I’m too old for you dammit. I could be your father.”

She bit her lip and smiled, full of mischief, as she’d answered. “Well, I’m happy to call you Daddy, if that’s what you want.”

It was true that she was just barely twenty-one and Dean was forty-three, but she didn’t care. In fact, she’d always preferred older men. Men like Dean had experience and stamina, they knew just what to do to pleasure their partner. She’d never slept with anyone less than a decade older than her. Some people might say she had daddy issues (and maybe she did) but she didn’t care what other people thought - she pursued her own pleasure.

Yet in spite of plenty of sexual experiences with older men, despite all her fantasies about Dean, she’d never imagined this level of pleasure.

***

A few hours earlier:

Dean fell onto the library chair, closing his eyes with a groan and dropping his green duffel bag at his feet, just as Y/N walked into the room. 

“You’re back!” She called excitedly as she hurried towards him. “How was the hunt? Where’s Sam?”

Dean grunted as she hopped into his lap. His feet were planted on the ground, and he was slightly slouched in the chair creating the perfect seat for her. His long, muscular thighs rippled beneath her, and as she wiggled against him, she felt the telltale sign of his desire as the bulge at the front of his jeans hardened slightly against her thigh.

The muscle in his jaw jumped as he gave her a scolding look. “The hunt was long and bloody, but fine. It's finished anyway. And Sam is with Eileen."

She ran her finger across the small abrasion on his cheek. "Well, at least you're less beaten up than usual." She said with dubious cheer.

Dean snorted. "Yeah, it was a walk in the park. Now get off my lap so I can go take a shower.”

She nodded and slid off so he could stand, but when he moved off towards the showers, she followed. When he arrived at the shower room door, he turned to look at her standing close behind him. He gave a sideways nod towards the door.

“This is as far as you go, sweetheart.” He said with a raised brow; his gaze turned knowing as she pouted.

She tried for her most convincing tone. “But just think of how much more enjoyable it would be if I came in with you.” She could see in his eyes that he was thinking about exactly that scenario.

But he shook his head. “No. It’s late, you shouldn't have waited up for me. Go to sleep.”

She pouted some more and then sighed before giving him a winsome smile and a wink. “Yes, Daddy.”

Dean scowled at her but she just stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek before slowly backing away. 

“Goodnight, Dean. I’m glad you’re home. I sleep so much better when you’re here.” She said truthfully.

He gave her a nod and then walked into the shower room. She heard the lock click and she sighed. Another night with nothing but her fantasies to sustain her. 

She went to her room and got ready for bed, slipping on the AC/DC t-shirt she’d stolen from Dean. He knew she had it, he’d seen her in it, but he’d never demanded it back. 

She crawled into bed and tried to go to sleep. But she was restless, her body aching in a way that wouldn’t end without Dean between her legs. 

Her skin was flushed and the soft wool blanket she was covered with irritated her overheated flesh until she threw it off of her. She brought her hands up to cover her face; she knew she wouldn’t get to sleep unless she did something about the longing that had overtaken her body.

So she rolled over and pulled open the bottom drawer of her bedside table, pulling out the modest-sized vibrator she kept hidden in there for nights just like tonight. Since moving into the bunker a few months ago, nights like tonight happened pretty much every night. 

She leaned back against her pillows and let her mind drift, allowing images to flash into her mind’s eye. Dean’s face, set in lines of intense desire; his hands, strong and hard, warm and rough, moving over her body. 

She slipped her hand past the waistband of her panties, letting her middle finger swirl around her clit, desperately trying to imagine it was Dean’s thick, blunt fingertip pressing against her.

After a few minutes of bringing forth endless hot and decadent images of Dean into her head, she turned on the vibrator and let it press against her clit a moment or two before sliding it through her dripping slick, and pushing it inside. 

As she fucked herself with the toy, she kept Dean’s body in mind - his powerful muscles and solid bulk - imagining him hovering above her. She worked at it for a long time, desperately seeking her release. 

But though she moved the vibrating silicone cock fast and hard in and out of her quivering cunt, she just couldn’t find it. After half an hour of coming so close, but constantly missing the mark, Y/N was whimpering and more frustrated than she could express. 

In desperation, she began to chant quietly, imagining that Dean was there with her and could hear her need. “Dean. Dean. Fuck me, please. Ugh, I need you so badly, I fucking need you.” Her voice crescendoed in a moan of disappointment as her orgasm stayed just beyond her reach. “Dean.” She whined as she bucked her hips desperately.

Suddenly she heard her door squeak open, making her squeal and rip the vibrator out of her body, shock coursing through her, making her heart pound. But then she fell completely silent as she saw Dean standing silhouetted against the hallway light.  

For a moment or two neither of them moved. Finally, Y/N turned off her vibrator and silence reigned. 

Dean finally spoke, his voice low and rough. “I heard you. Heard you calling my name.” 

He took a step inside her room; she could see now that he was dressed for sleep, sweats and no shirt - she gasped softly at the incredible view of his wide chest, his shoulder muscles flexing as his hands balled into fists. She could also make out more of his face; it was set in harsh lines, the muscle in his jaw flexing over and over. He licked his lips and her pussy clenched.

“Why were you calling me?” Dean asked, though he had to know the answer as she still gripped the vibrator, and the scent of her dripping sex perfumed the air. 

She could sense that the cord that bound them, that had been pulling them together and apart since the day they met, was about to snap - if she could just say the right words.

She went with the truth.

“I was calling out to you while I fucked myself. I was imagining it was your cock buried deep inside me, imagining your hands on my skin, your lips on my throat.” Dean’s eyes were blazing emeralds with dark onyx pupils spreading across them as she spoke.

“But this thing wasn’t cutting it.” She said, lifting the vibrator and then dropping it on the floor beside the bed. “I need the real thing.”

She pushed her feet into the mattress and opened her knees wide, pushing her hand into her panties once again as she stared at him. “I need you, Dean. Please.”

The cord snapped and Dean charged forward, stopping at the end of her bed and grabbing her ankles to yank her towards him. She gasped as he placed a knee between her legs and rested his weight on his palms as he leaned down to capture her mouth. 

His kiss was hard, desperate, almost violent, as he crushed her lips and stabbed his tongue into her mouth. She moaned at the weight of him pressed against her, lifting her hips slightly so she could press her aching cunt against his thick thigh. She groaned harshly into Dean’s mouth as the pressure caused an even hotter fever to rage across her body.

Dean pulled out of the kiss and stood up, taking hold of her hands to pull her into a sitting position. His chest was rising and falling with deep breaths as he grasped the hem of his stolen t-shirt.

His voice was all growl when he spoke. “Do you know how many times I’ve dreamt about ripping this fucking t-shirt from your body? How many mornings I had to sneak away to the shower to jack off like a fucking horny teenager, after seeing you parading around in it? It barely covers your ass, and every time you’d bend, even a little, I could see a glimpse of your little cotton panties, or sometimes, just your bare ass in a thong.”

His voice was slightly dark, a rebuke in his words. “I knew you were doing it on purpose, of course, knew it was your way of trying to tempt me into fucking ruining you.”

He yanked the t-shirt up over her head as a moan escaped her. Dean groaned too as he got his first look at her. “Fuck me.” He said quietly. 

He looked her in the eye as he reached out and roughly tugged on her puckered nipple. She cried out, her head dropping back, as she arched her chest forward.

“God damn, baby, you really do want it, don’t you? I thought it might be a game you were playing, but you really do want me to ruin this hot little pussy.” He reached his hand down to rub against her soaked panties. “You want that, baby? Huh? Want me to fuck you sensless? Till you can’t walk? Can’t think?”

Y/N nodded disjointedly. “God yes.” She whispered, grabbing his wrist to try and press his fingers harder against her cunt. “Please. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Dean knocked her hand away and grabbed both her wrists tightly as he used his body weight to push her back onto the mattress. He stared at her, making her feel like he could see straight through her. Finally he spoke, his voice softer.

“How much experience do you actually have, Y/N?”

She shook her head to dispel any worries. “Enough. I’m no virgin, and I know what I like.”

His mouth lifted slightly at the corner. “And what do you like, baby?”

“I like it rough and hard, but I’ll take some soft wooing too.” She said with a grin. She shrugged. “Basically, I like you - a lot - and whatever you have in mind, I’m down for.”

Dean nodded. “Okay, but give me a safe word, just in case.” He kissed her softly. “I won’t take any chances with you.”

His concern for her made Y/N’s stomach flip in a pleasant way. She smiled. “K, how about ‘shenanigans’?” 

Dean chuckled. “Perfect.”

His smile faded as he bent his head to kiss her again, slowly this time, thoroughly, as though he didn’t want to leave an inch of her mouth unexplored. When he pulled away, leaving her gasping for air, he slowly kissed a path down her body, between her breasts, stopping to nip and suck on her nipples, pinching one and then the other, before trailing his lips down over her belly.

When he reached the apex of her thighs, he got off the bed to kneel at the foot of it, pulling her panties down over her legs and tossing them aside. He reached forward to wrap his arms around her thighs, spreading her open and pulling her to his mouth. He made a deep, guttural noise as he sank into her cunt, immediately licking and sucking on her sensitive skin, so that she was writhing beneath him almost instantly. She called out his name in desperation as she sank her fingers into his short hair, tugging slightly when he speared her with his tongue.

He pulled away from her and licked his lips free of her juices. “Fuck, yeah baby, say my name again, just like that.” 

He let go of one of her thighs so he could bring his hand between her legs and slap it hard against her pussy. Y/N gasped and then her hips bucked as he did it again.

“You’ve been a naughty girl with this fucking pussy, haven’t you? Pushing this dripping mess against me every chance you got. Fuckin' rubbing on me, and constantly begging me to fuck you.”

He smacked her a third time and Y/N felt her cunt throb with a deep ache. “Fuck, Dean yes! I’ve wanted you to fuck me, wanted you to take me apart for so fucking long. Please, please! Bury yourself so deep in me.”

She screamed in pleasure as he rammed two fingers into her, knuckle deep. As he crooked them forward inside of her, he leaned down to flick his tongue against her clit, making her rear up off the bed. She was so close now. She could feel the tension in her body just on the verge of snapping, when he suddenly pulled back from her, removing his fingers and causing her to wail and plead.

“No, please, Dean. More.” She whimpered pathetically as he stood up.

But then he pushed down his sweats and she caught sight of his cock for the first time. It was long and thick, just as she’d known it would be - everything about Dean screamed, “Big Dick Energy”. It was absolutely beautiful, red-tipped and standing at attention.

She sat up and reached for him, wrapping her hand around the base and sliding her tongue through his slit, licking up the pre-cum that beaded there. Dean stood rigidly, letting her lick at him like a lollipop for a couple minutes more before he pulled her hand away. 

“That’s enough for now, sweetheart.”

She pouted at him, but he just leaned down to grasp her waist, lifting her slightly and tossing her further up the bed. She gasped at the pleasure of being manhandled like a rag doll. He was on his knees as he moved towards her. He grabbed hold of her calves and flipped her over onto her stomach before smacking her ass once and then twice.

She moaned and instinctively lifted her hips, pushing her ass towards him for more. 

He slapped her again, and then ordered her, “Get on your knees, and lean forward to hold on to the headboard.”

She did as he said, grabbing on to the rails of her headboard tightly. He pushed her thighs apart before turning to lay on his back underneath her, pushing her knees open even further with his wide shoulders. 

Y/N was surprised; she’d thought he was getting her into position so he could take her from behind; instead she looked down to see his beautiful face positioned directly below her dripping cunt. 

“Sit on my face, baby. Fuck yourself on my tongue. Ride me.”

Y/N moaned as he lifted his head slightly so he could lick up through her folds. He dropped his head back to the mattress, though, and his voice was hard when he spoke. 

“Now.”

Despite all of her experience, Y/N had never been ordered to sit on a man’s face, and had never had oral sex this way. At first she was worried that she could hurt him, so she just lightly gyrated her hips against his mouth. But after a minute or so Dean grabbed onto her thighs and spoke angrily.

“I said sit, not float.” His hands pulled her down, forcing her to rest heavily against his face, so that she was truly sitting on it. His nose rubbed against her clit and Y/N couldn’t help grinding down against his mouth. His tongue delved deeply into her cunt, stabbing in and out of her entrance. 

Very soon Y/N was truly fucking herself on his face, using the strength of his jaw and the slide of his lips to create otherworldly sensations. Every once in a while she’d lift herself slightly to check that Dean was okay, but he’d always growl and pull her back down. 

Finally she could feel her orgasm growing inside her, felt the coil low in her stomach tightening almost to the point of pain, but then it burst open and she screamed as she rocked her hips and slammed herself down against Dean’s eager mouth as he slurped up everything she gushed onto him.

Aftershocks of her climax along with Dean’s probing tongue and plump, sucking lips, brought on two more mind-blowing orgasms. It felt as though she’d been edging herself for months and was now finally free to let go; her whole body trembled as Dean finally pushed her back and then rolled her under him.

Dean wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he looked down into Y/N’s face; she knew she must look strung out, and she could feel unconsciousness creeping in. Dean must have seen it too because he shook his head and swiftly shoved three fingers into her cunt making her come alive again with a shout.

“No way, baby. You didn’t spend all these months begging me to fuck you, just to get off with coming a couple times and falling asleep. I want you fucked out completely. I want you stupid and useless beneath me. I want to fuck you so long that you’re just a boneless, lump of cock slut laid out on the bed.”

As he finished speaking he pressed his middle finger against her clit and that pressure, combined with his filthy words, was all it took to have her shouting out her ecstasy once again.

As she was coming down, Dean slammed himself into her, forcing her clenching walls open so her cunt could squeeze him tight as he sheathed himself inside. He pushed her knees wide open, keeping her feet in the air as he jackhammered into her. He slammed so hard and so deep, she knew he’d leave marks. 

And she knew she’d never experienced anything like it, nothing in her past, or even in her fantasies had prepared her for this level of raw passion and need.

She came two more times as he fucked up into her; he changed up his rhythm, going from hard and driving to slow and sensual as the mood suited him. By the time he flipped her onto her stomach Y/N did indeed feel boneless and stupid with pleasure.

“Please Dean.” She begged softly, not actually aware what she was asking for. 

“Come on baby, I didn’t say we were done, don’t give out on me now.” Dean said harshly as he lifted her hips. Her knees rubbed against the sheet, but really she was being held in place with Dean’s strength.

“I’m gonna make sure you’re seeing stars.” He told her before slamming her back onto his cock, drilling even deeper inside than he had before.

Y/N gasped, her pussy was so overly sensitive after being fucked for so long, but she couldn’t escape the intense rush of pleasure that came as Dean slammed his cock against her sweet spot deep inside her.

“Fuck, yes.” She mumbled into the pillow where her face was buried. 

“Yeah, that’s right baby.” Dean rammed into the spot again, making her scream, her throat raw from all her screams of pleasure. “Take every fucking inch. This is what you’ve wanted for months, isn’t it? Spent every minute I’ve known you trying to get us right here, haven’t you?”

He dropped one of her hips so he could spank her right cheek hard, watching it jiggle. “Answer me!” He demanded as he spanked her again before grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head up and back. “Tell me how much you’ve wanted this, little slut. Admit to prancing around this bunker, desperate for me to pin you down and fuck you just like this.”

“Yes!” Y/N gasped as he pounded into her over and over, never losing rhythm or strength. “Yes, fuck, yes.” It was all she could get out. She was truly exhausted, but she still chased the high he was raising within her with every thrust.

He spanked her again and then reached his hand around so that he could push against her throbbing clit. It took only a few circles with his finger, and a few more hammering thrusts before she shattered into a million pieces, seeming to shake and shiver forever.

As she came back to earth slightly, she could feel Dean pulling out of her. “I’m gonna come baby. Can I come on your ass?” She nodded and mumbled out a “yes.”

She heard him grunt obscenely, and despite her liquefied bones, her pussy still clenched at the sound, before she felt his sticky seed spurting across her ass, and lower back. He bucked forward, his thighs slapping against her ass as he shot another load, warm and wet, onto her skin.

Finally he fell to the side, and Y/N let her knees give out beneath her as she fell onto her stomach in complete exhaustion and immediate unconsciousness. She woke some time later to feel Dean wiping her clean with a warm cloth and pressing kisses up her spine.

When he saw her eyes flutter open, he tossed away the cloth and laid down beside her, kissing her nose and her cheek before pressing his mouth gently to hers. 

“You were so fucking perfect, Y/N. Everything I’ve dreamed about night after night.” He shook his head. “No, you were even more perfect than I imagined, so much more.”

She smiled softly and raised an eyebrow. “So you agree? You were an idiot and we should have done this so much sooner?”

He scoffed. “N’ah, it was perfect this way, at this time. But it’s gonna be even more perfect next time.”

Y/N grinned at him and tried not to be too obvious about how thrilled she was that there was going to be a next time. 

“I don’t know.” She teased. “You’re gonna have to try hard to do better than this.”

Dean grinned wickedly. “Challenge accepted.”

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Tommy Kinard Masterlist

Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Summary: While Tommy and (Y/n) are out with the kids, they end up in a car crash. Eddie and his team come to the rescue, who have no idea Eddie has a family.

Enjoy.

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"Don't run." Tommy tilted his head back and arched a brow above the rim of his sunglasses.

His eyes focused on Chris and Cassie and he watched the pair of them abruptly stop in the middle of the pavement and look over their shoulders at him. The tone in his voice was enough to tell them he wasn't joking. He didn't want them running too far away when they were near the main roads.

He could see one of them was about to protest until they looked down at Daisy.

The four year old wanted to run ahead with them, but her backpack had a plastic lead which attached to the strap Tommy had around his wrist. And when she tried to rush after her two older siblings, the strap tensed and the tension pulled her back until she stumbled and fell down on her bum.

It was the easiest way to go out with Daisy if she was too excited and energetic for her pushchair. This way, she could walk beside them but they could keep an eye on her and make sure she didn't wander or try and cross the road without them.

A small cry burst past Daisy's lips and she tilted her head back, looking up at Tommy through watering eyes as she held her arms out for him.

"Up we go, baby." Leaning down, Tommy hooked both hands beneath Daisy's arms as he bent over her and swiftly lifted her off the floor. He set her down gently on her feet and pressed a sloppy kiss to the top of her head. He tightened the strap around his wrist so it was shorter to keep Daisy closer before they began walking again.

Both Chris and Cassie waited for (Y/n), Tommy and Daisy to catch them up before they carried on walking down the street, making sure not to stray too far ahead of their parents.

When they all reached the car park, Cassie turned and held her hand out for (Y/n) while Chris moved to stand on Tommy's left side. Neither of them could remember where the car was parked and they didn't want to be running round here. Not when the cars were moving and people were pulling in and out of spaces.

A teary, sniffling grin broke out on Daisy's face when she turned to face her dad and held her arms up expectingly towards him. She watched the way Tommy's eyes softened and a smile creased his eyes and he crouched down to pick her up. He sat her on his hip and let her bind her arms tight around his neck while he kissed her cheek and moved his other hand to hold Chris's shoulder.

"Alright, off we go."

(Y/n) kept her hand tangled with Cassie's and guided her across towards the car. She could feel Tommy stood behind her like a shadow looming over her, but it was comforting.

As they walked towards the car, she felt Tommy's arm pressing into her back and Daisy's foot tapping against her shoulder as if to let her mum know she was there too.

When they reached the car, Tommy let go of Chris's shoulder to fish the keys from his back pocket. His lips quirked into a smile as Cassie bundled into the back in the middle seat and Chris followed after her to sit behind the driver's seat.

"Here we go Daisychain," He murmured softly as he moved round to the over side and leaned in the back.

He pressed his shoulders up into the roof, cramping his broad frame into the back of the car to clip Daisy in her car seat. He could see their youngest looked about ready to fall asleep. All trace of tears were wiped away and she let her head flop against the side of the car seat as she shuffled around to get comfy.

She stayed still for once as Tommy buckled her in and just as he was about to get up, he stopped. Daisy leaned forward and kissed his nose.

"Thank you baby," He whispered, reciprocating the action to kiss her button nose.

Tilting her head back, (Y/n) looked across at Tommy when he got in the car. Watching him drive always made her smile because she couold see the concentration in his eyes. The way he held the steering wheel, how he looked at the gear stick at least three times and the way he wriggled his feet against the pedals. All to remind himself he was driving the car, not the chopper.

The amount of times (Y/n) had seen him look for the headset or try and reach for the control pannel that he didn't have in the car.

"You okay?" Tommy shifted into gear and pulled out of the car park, sparing a quick glance across at (Y/n) as he did so.

Once he'd changed gears again, he reached his hand out to drag his fingers across her thgh and give a squeeze.

"Just a headache… what time does Eddie finish?"

"About eight, I think."

(Y/n) wasn't as good at remembering shift dates and times like the boys were. She had to check the calendar in the kitchen to remember when the boys would be at work and what times they would be home.

It was a little easier with the fact that Tommy didn't do a lot of night shifts. He only did the odd night shift, maybe one a month and a few more if he was on call. Whereas Eddie did a mixture, although a lot of his shifts were days because he preferred days to nights, the same as Tommy.

(Y/n) hummed and nodded before she closed her eyes and slouched down in her seat. She could feel herself smiling when Tommy's hand moved from her thigh to graze along her stomach. She curled her hand around his and concentrated on the way he started to draw patterns over her bump until he had to switch gears again.

She reached across to curl her hand over Tommy's thigh, scratching her nails through his jeans until she realised he was tensing his leg beneath her. And when she cracked open one eye, she noticed him glance across at her with a certain look behind his tinted lenses and an arched brow.

It was a good look when Tommy wore his sunglasses which mixed with his curls and the sharp angle of his jawline.

"Can we have the radio on daddy?" Cassie kicked her heels and wriggled from side to side, wedged between her brother and her sister's car seat.

"Sure baby."

A grin took over Tommy's face and he moved his hand to run across his jaw, obscuring his open mouthed smile as he glanced in the rear view mirror at the three of them. He could hear Cassie belting out the Fleetwood Mac lyrics rather well. Then there was Chris who was humming rather than singing and tapping out the drumbeat on his knees. And Daisy was clapping and throwing in the only few lyrics she knew.

It wasn't exactly harmonious or in any sort of tune, but it made Tommy's heart swell and explode all in one.

(Y/n) opened her eyes at the wrong time.

She wasn't sure what made her look out the window, but she wished she hadn't when she noticed the car speeding their way at the junction.

"Tommy!" Her nails punctured into his thigh harsh enough to make him tense and hiss.

He didn't have chance to say anything. He barely managed to tear his eyes away from the road to see what had panicked his partner before it was too late to press down on the gas pedal or hit the breaks. The car ran through a red light, blazing into the middle of the junction and smashing straight into the passenger side of the car.

All their screams combined. Tommy could hear all of it; his head filtered each noise and processed them separately to make his agony worse.

He heard (Y/n)'s scream before the horrid sound of her head bashing into the window hit his ears like a crack cutting through a frozen river. He processed Chris's scream, one that matched the kind he had at home when he had his meltdowns or when he was angry.

Tommy heard Cassie scream his name before Daisy's high pitch wail broke through the air and felt like it had burst Tommy's eardrums.

His hands clenched into fists around the steering wheel and he tensed up, locking his elbows and his arms into place to try and brace himself back into his seat. It didn't matter how hard Tommy pushed himself back into the seat, his body still moved when the car spun on its axis and flipped them round in circles like they were on the waltzers.

His forehead slammed down into the top of the steering wheel at the same time as he braced his foot down on the brake to try and make everything stop. He felt his sunglasses imbed into the bridge of his nose and smash into his eyebrows and when the car spun again, his body propelled to the right and his head collided with the window.

Another car hit them. It was bound to happen, they were doing circles in the middle of a four-way junction. Someone couldn't break or swerve in time and they smashed into the back of the driver's side of the car, propelling the car in another direction.

"Fuck!"

Tommy could feel his hands shaking and his arms imbedded into his sides, compressing himself like he was trying to make himself smaller to minimise the harm and the pain.

He couldn't see when he opened his eyes. His trembling hands reached up and curled around the broken glasses imbedded into his face. He tore them off and chucked them in any direction he could, blinking furiously to sort his vision. He could feel blood dripping down the bridge of his nose and when he moved his hand to the right side of his head, he hissed. He had a cut there.

He'd fractured the glass from how forcefully he headbutted the window.

"Sweetheart, are you okay?" His voice was gruff and he swallowed thickly, turning to the left to look over at (Y/n).

Looking down, (Y/n) tried to clear her vision and stop the trembling that was rattling through her system. Her arms flopped onto her lap and she winced, smothering a sob when she looked at her left arm. It was definitely broken about an inch down from her wrist and it was already starting to swell.

Her head hurt. She felt sick. The baby was kicking and churning around as if the car was still spinning them in circles.

"Okay," (Y/n) mumbled and when she felt Tommy's fingertips graze across her stomach, she nodded. The baby was moving, that had to be a good sign right now. "Kids… c-check the kids." (Y/n) curled her fingers around Tommy's wrist and give a gentle squeeze. She would be alright for now, but they needed to make sure the kids were okay.

"Is everyone okay? Who's hurt?" Tommy wrangled with his belt and flung it to the side so he could slowly turn in his seat and look into the backseat.

He looked at Chris first. The eldest had blood trickling down the side of his head. His glasses were hung round his neck, tears were freshly falling down his face and he was gasping and shaking. Both his hands moved down to his right leg and he started to point until Tommy looked down; his ankle was swollen. He might have broken it.

When his eyes darted over to Cassie in the middle, Tommy's lips curled down and he pressed them into a thin line to try and stay focused.

Cassie was hyperventilating, taking shallow breaths as tears streamed silently down her face. She was in shock. She was cradling her left arm close to her chest; her hand looked damaged. Tommy took a guess that she had got her arm trapped against the car seat and all the force had broken or in the very least fractured some of the bones in her hand. Maybe her arm too, he couldn't be sure without taking a closer look.

But it was when his eyes set on Daisy that Tommy felt his heart lurch up into his throat.

The four year old was pushing back in her car seat, shaking and silently crying as she flapped her hands down near her left leg.

The window had broken. She had a piece of glass impaled in her leg.

Tommy lurched between the seats when Daisy moved her hands down towards her leg.

"Don't touch it!"

"Daddy…" Her voice was quiet and croaky and as soon as she found her voice, she began to wail. Deep, horrid choking sobs left her lips as she gasped for air only to continue screaming out. "Daddy!" She all but screamed on repeat until Cassie was whimpering at the volume and leaning into Chris.

"Baby, baby I'm coming to help you now, alright? Do not touch anything, I'm getting out now. It's all okay, you're okay."

"W-what's wrong?" (Y/n) could see the panic in Tommy's eyes and she tried to grab his arm but he moved too quickly.

He jammed his shoulder into the door until he creaked open and he threw himself out the car, moving as fast as his jelly legs would take him.

He rounded the back of the car, relieved to see there was enough space between their two cars for Tommy to open the doors and get the girls out if needed. There was enough space for the emergency services to come and help them.

"Mummy," Cassie leaned forward towards the front seats while (Y/n) turned around to try and look over at the kids.

She swallowed harshly, forcing down a cry when she realised all three of them were hurt; Daisy especially.

"Stay there, baby. Just stay where you are please, you're okay." (Y/n) reached her right arm towards the back, smiling through tears when Cassie leaned forward to hold her hand. The touch didn't last long, neither of them could lean or strain for long to stay connected, but it was enough to calm one of Cassie's electrified nerves.

When he opened the back door, Tommy crouched down and pressed his knees down against the footwell so he could lean up in front of Daisy and look her over properly.

"Daddy… hurts!"

"I know Daisychain, I'm gonna make it better. And I bet papi's on his way here to help us too. Just stay still for me, okay?"

When she moved her hands down, Tommy wasn't sure whether she was reaching for him or for her leg. He could see she was itching to take the glass out of her leg but he couldn't let her do that and cause irreversable damage if she did.

"Cass, baby hold her hands for me please."

Cassie whimpered and leaned her cheek on the edge of the car seat, moving her right hand out to clamp down around both of Daisy's hands. She couldn't get a good grip or hold her properly and she didn't dare move her left hand that was swelling up and going numb on her lap.

Tommy pressed his lips into a thin line and tried to be careful when he looked over Daisy's left leg.

She wriggled and squirmed, pushing back in her seat as both legs jerked. A horrible whine left her lips and she began gasping again, desperate to kick out until both Tommy's hands planted down on her thighs to keep her steady.

Turning to the left, Tommy leaned over the back of (Y/n)'s seat, taking the chance to kiss her cheek in the process.

"I need something for a turnequit, my belt's too big and she's nicked an artery."

He had to stem the bleeding that was spurting out of Daisy's leg and soaking the car seat. If he didn't stem it soon she would bleed out in the car before help got to them. But Tommy's belt was too big. Daisy was only four and her leg was thin and fragile as a stick. He couldn't knot his belt tight enough around her leg to stop the bloodloss.

(Y/n) looked around the footwell as strangled breaths tumbled past her lips. Oh God. What were they going to do? They needed help. They needed Eddie's team or Tommy's team down at Harbour to get here and help them. They needed to get Daisy out quickly.

Leaning forward, (Y/n) supressed a groan as her stomach pressed into her thighs and she reached down for her bag that was between her feet.

"C-can you break the strap?" She handed it back to him. The purse had a long but thin leather handle that would be perfect if Tommy could break it off her bag. She had no doubt that he could tear it apart as easily as he liked to tear her lace underwear.

"Thank you."

He kissed her cheek again before he turned back to face Daisy. He rested the bag on his lap, clenched the strap in his fists and tore in opposite directions until the leather grated and crackled as it ripped apart.

"Daisychain, I want you to close your eyes and stay as still as you can for me. I'm gonna fix your leg and make it better, okay?"

The blind trust Daisy put in him made Tommy's heart swell and break at the same time.

She will never trust me again after this.

Anytime Tommy asked her to trust him from now on, he just knew Daisy would never listen after what he was about to do. This was going to help her but the pain it would cause her was too much for a four year old to comprehend or understand.

He slid the strap beneath her left leg around her thigh as the glass was punctured in her leg two inches up from her knee. Once it was in place, Tommy gave a sharp pull and quickly knotted the leather so tightly that it sank down into Daisy's thigh like it was going to split her leg in two.

"No!"

Her shrill scream tore through the car and her small hands pulled out of Cassie's grip. She batted them against Tommy's shoulder, but she couldn't sway him an inch. She screamed so much her inner lips went blue and she started to black out. Her hands flopped onto Tommy's shoulder and her head lolled against the seat as she laid panting and gasping, on the verge of passing out.

"Baby, baby, look at me. Breathe with me, deep breaths. Copy daddy, hm?"

Reaching out, he firmly held Daisy's chin in his hand and tilted her head so she was looking at him. Once she tried to open her eyes, Daisy started to watch the way Tommy purposely took deep breaths and puffed out his chest. Then deflated his chest and lowered his shoulders to get her to copy him.

"Good girl."

Taking a look around the back of the car, Tommy grabbed Daisy's bag from the footwell below Chris and rummaged through until he found an old shirt tucked in the bottom. They always brought out a spare change of clothes, some wipes and toys in case of any accidents; never this kind of accident, though.

He stretched the shirt as much as he could and wrapped it around the cut just below the glass. Pulling it tight so the little blood that was still leaking out would soak up and the pressure would keep her leg going until they got her stitched up at the hospital.

"Such a good girl." Tommy murmured against her temple, pressing a lasting kiss there before he leaned over to look at Cassie and Chris.

Cassie whimpered quietly and held her arm out towards Tommy so he could see the damage done. She cringed and shivered as he tried to be careful assessing her hand which he laid down on her lap and leaned over so he could kiss her cheek.

"Are you hurt anywhere else, baby?" When she shook her head, he kissed her again and smiled in relief. That was good. A broken hand or wrist was okay and easy to sort out at the hospital. "Chris, buddy what about you, can I look at your leg?"

Chris held his right leg out towards Tommy and braced himself in his seat as his dad started to assess and prod his ankle and up his leg.

"Might just be swollen buddy. Come here, look." Tommy's voice softened as he let go of Chris's leg and reached out to gently place his glasses back over his nose and around his ears.

"It's dad!"

"Papi," Cassie sniffed, leaning close to Chris to look out the window as Tommy did the same. She felt Tommy's hand on her shoulder and he kissed both their heads when he looked with them towards the trucks and the ambulances that were beginning to pile up.

"I-is it Eddie?" (Y/n) leaned around, one hand on her stomach as her other hand grazed up and down Tommy's back.

The kids saw any fire truck and assumed it was Eddie. Much like Daisy saw any helicopter up in the sky and started shouting 'daddy' because she presumed Tommy flew every helicopter in the sky and that he never touched the ground when he was on shift.

"Yeah, yeah it's him," He breathed through his words and shuffled back so he was in the footwell in front of Daisy.

The toddler was sniffling and in between panting and whimpering, unsure whether she was going to pass out again or not.

Tommy took a second to spin around and look back over at (Y/n). He leaned around and moved his hand to her waist while he kissed her neck. "His team's gonna get a shock."

He almost felt bad. While Tommy told anyone at Harbour who asked that he had two partners and three kids, Eddie was reserved. He wasn't ashamed or annoyed, but he liked to keep his family to himself and hold them close to his heart. They had had enough people comment on their family for Eddie to know that to protect them and shield them, he had to keep them hidden away at times.

He had talked to Tommy about it. Tommy knew Chimney and Hen from years back when he worked at their station. He knew they were caring and understanding and Eddie was close enough to the team that he wanted to introduce them to his family soon.

He had been waiting for the right time. This crash would blow that out of the water for him.

Eddie slung a medic bag on his shoulder and turned away from the truck, looking through the mess in the middle of the junction.

Three cars were crashed together right in the centre of the junction. Another car had hit someone else when they came to a harsh break. A jeep had derailed from the road and collided with a street light, presumably to swerve and miss hitting a pedestrian.

This all looked a mess. It was good that they already had two other ambulances here as back up and another team was on the way to help evacuate people and get everyone out.

"Chim, check the driver in that jeep, see if they can get out or if they need to be in an ambulance. Buck, I think we might need the jaws for this BMW over here. Eddie-"

Whatever order Bobby tried to give out to Eddie went in one ear and straight out the other when Eddie got closer to the three car pile-up in the middle of the road.

Oh God.

"No- no I know that car- that's my family!"

The words left Eddie's lips in a flurry and before anyone could ask him what family he was talking about, he was off in a sprint. The bag on his shoulder slammed repeatedly into his hip and gave him jolts as he ran over to that all too familiar car. That was Tommy's car.

Did he have the kids in the car with him? None of the kids had ever been in a car accident before. They'd never been seriously hurt before. Did he have (Y/n) in the car with him? She was pregnant, a car accident was the last thing she needed right now.

Eddie planted his palm down on the boot of the car to keep himself upright and slow himself down so he didn't trip or collide with the car.

He dropped the medic bag down to the floor and skidded to a halt just as Tommy clambered out the back seat.

His broad frame blocked some of the sunlight beaming down on them and Eddie had to squint to look up at him. He looked a mess. His shoulders were tensed up and showed off how harshly he was breathing. His shirt was damp and glued to his chest like a second skin Eddie just wanted to peel off. Tommy's hair, usually brushed and tamed, was now wild and free with curls popping up in every direction possible like he'd had an electric shock.

He had a cut on the bridge of his nose and one across his left brow that was swollen a tiny bit. There was a cut to the right side of his head that had trickled down onto his ear, but it was Tommy's hands that made Eddie go rigid.

His hands were lathered in blood. So were his jeans and he had a few blotches around his abdomen.

When Eddie didn't step forward, Tommy moved to him. He looped his arms around Eddie's neck and reeled him in until Eddie jolted out of his frozen state. His hands clutched at Tommy's back and he buried his face in Tommy's shoulder, inhaling his scent that mixed with the smell of smoke, a hint of iron from the blood, and his signature cologne.

Pulling back, Eddie moved his hands from clutching Tommy's back to cup his neck instead. He didn't care if the team could see him or not. He pulled his partner down for a quick but searing kiss before his hands were moving again.

He held Tommy's wrists and yanked them closer, inspecting his hands, arms and then around his chest.

Where was the blood coming from? Where was he hurt?

"Babe, are you alright? Where are you hurt?" Eddie trailed his hands across Tommy's chest and moved down, about to grab his shirt and yank it up when Tommy stopped him. He held Eddie's wrists, accidentally smearing his hands with blood. Their daughter's blood.

"I'm fine, baby the kids… I've had to strap up Daisy's leg, she's cut an artery-"

"What?!"

Tommy took a step back when Eddie weaved around him to get in the back of the car. He knew that wouldn't go down well. If it was the other way round, Tommy would have had a heart attack upon arrival if he heard those words.

"Daisy, baby girl, it's papi." Eddie cupped her tear-stained face in his hands and pressed a flurry of kisses against her temple.

He felt the way she wailed into his neck and started to whimper, trying to grab his arms but he moved a little too fast. He leaned down and looked over her leg, already feeling the tears welling up in his eyes as he stared at the make-shift turnequit Tommy had made and the glass sticking out of her thigh.

"Okay, it's okay we're gonna look after you." He spoke quietly against her temple, letting her hold his hand for a few moments while he looked across at Chris and Cassie. "Are you two okay?"

Both of them moved at once. Chris lifted his right foot to show his swollen ankle and Cassie whimpered, holding out her left hand that was swollen up like a football and she couldn't move her fingers anymore.

"Can we get out now?" Chris looked around and pointed to his belt. Neither of them had removed their seatbelts. They were still in the car. The car was in the middle of the road. Were they allowed to take off their seatbelts? Were they allowed to get out the car now their other dad had arrived and all three parents were with them?

"Yeah, yeah come here and you can wait with dad."

As soon as Cassie unclipped her belt, Eddie leaned over and scooped her up. He made sure not to nudge or touch Daisy in any way and placed Cassie down on her feet next to the car. He did the same with Chris, making sure to hug and kiss them both before he looked across at Evan who was waiting nearby in case he could help.

"Can you check the kids please?"

Evan was the best person to have around the kids. He was great with kids. They levitated to him and he could calm them down and make them feel safe and comfortable which is what the pair of them needed right now.

"Cap, I got a four year old with a cut artery and a makeshift turnequit, I need the ambulance and a stretcher over here." Eddie spoke into his radio while he switched places with Tommy when Daisy started to scream again.

Tommy knelt in the footwell and cupped her face in his hands, brushing away her tears with his thumbs while he kissed her nose. "Just look at me baby, we're gonna look after you."

"No- no I- don't-" (Y/n) leaned over to the right, shuffling in her seat as much as she could when a woman knelt down at the side of the door.

She barely heard the woman ask if she could take a look at (Y/n). All she could do was bat her arm out to get her to move back. (Y/n) didn't want that blood pressure cuff on her arm. She didn't want strange hands on her. She wanted Eddie or Tommy. No one else needed to assess her, no one else understood her like her boys.

Spinning on his heels, Eddie twisted and moved to stand behind Hen. His heart soared and broke at the same time when he looked over at (Y/n) in the passenger seat.

She had her hands pinned against her ears and her eyes closed.

She didn't do well with hospitals or injuries and she couldn't handle strangers, especially not if they were trying to touch her. It didn't matter that Hen was only trying to help. (Y/n) couldn't deal with it.

"She doesn't do well with strangers, I'll get her out if you can help Tommy get Daisy out for me? Please?"

"Sure."

Hen smiled kindly and left her medical bag on the floor while she switched to move near Tommy. The surprise was evident in her eyes when she looked over her friend who she hadn't spoken to in months, possibly even a year or more.

He never said he was in a relationship with someone who was currently on Hen's team. Eddie never brought him or (Y/n) to their station parties or brought them round for drinks at the station. He never said anything about this and Hen was going to quiz them both later and find out everything.

"Baby… baby it's me. It's okay, it's just me." Reaching out, Eddie gently held (Y/n)'s wrists and pulled her hands away from her ears before he cupped her face in his hands. His thumbs brushed across her cheekbones and he leaned up to press their foreheads together, smiling softly at her when she opened her eyes.

He took a deep breath, puffing out his chest until (Y/n) copied him and waited for him to release his breath so she could do the same. After doing this for a minute, Eddie nodded and smiled sweetly.

"Can I take a look at you?"

(Y/n) nodded and sheepishly held out her left hand so Eddie would look at that first. Her wrist was her main concern. Her head was probably concussed but the only thing she had broken was her arm very close to her wrist.

She watched the concentration on Eddie's face and the way his lips pressed together and his brows furrowed as he assessed and prodded at her arm.

"I'll give you a splint until you can get it checked out." He found two wooden splints in the medical bag and a roll of bandage.

Within a minute, he bandaged the splints on either side of (Y/n)'s arm to keep the bone as straight as he could and stop it from moving in transition. He bandaged it tightly until (Y/n) was wincing and hissing and pushing back in her seat.

"Okay, let me take a look at you both. Any other injuries I should be worried about?"

(Y/n) leaned back in her seat and tried to stay still while Eddie ran his hand along her arms and over her chest just to check she had no other bruises or breaks or swelling. But when he moved his hands down towards her stomach, (Y/n) sucked in a sharp breath.

She rolled her lips together and held Eddie's wrist, moving his hand down to the right side of her bump. "I'm getting cramps." She whispered hoarsely, biting down on her lip at the look in Eddie's eyes when he glanced up at her.

He pressed the heel of his palms around her stomach, checking whereabouts the baby was positioned and making sure he couldn't feel any hernias or anything that indicated internal bleeding.

"Might just be the shock. Let's have a listen to his heartbeat." Eddie reached down and grabbed the stethoscope from the bag, but he found himself smiling when he heard Tommy pipe up.

"It's a girl."

Tommy thought they would have three for three. He was certain this next baby would be a girl, he had a gut feeling they would have another girl and have Chris as their one and only boy. Eddie seemed to think otherwise.

(Y/n) stayed still as Eddie listened to her heartbeat first, noticing it was a little high but not in the danger zone. He couldn't expect her to have a normal rhythm after a car crash.

Once he pressed it to (Y/n)'s stomach, he felt her grip his wrist while he dragged his thumb across her bump and leaned in close.

"Little fast, but otherwise they sound okay. Let's get you all out."

"I got her," Tommy murmured to Hen so they could switch places. He would rather get Daisy out himself. The girls took after (Y/n), they weren't great with strangers whereas Chris was the social butterfly of the group. Tommy wanted to get Daisy out so she knew she was safe and that he wasn't about to leave her.

Plus, it wouldn't be nice for Daisy to scream in Hen's ear when they'd only just met.

He could tell Hen wanted to say something along the lines of 'careful' or 'don't move the glass' but she held her tongue. Tommy was one of them. He knew what he was doing.

"Come here Daisychain."

He looped her small arms around his neck and carefully wedged his left arm beneath her legs. Doing his best not to jostle her left leg. He didn't want to hurt her or cause any damage.

Once she was up, Tommy smothered his lips against the top of her head and turned to set her on the gurney Hen had taken from Bobby.

"Daddy…"

"I'm not going anywhere, I'll ride in the ambulance with you." He unhooked her arms from his neck but kept hold of her hand so she knew he wasn't going to leave her. Eddie was going to have to ride with (Y/n) and they would split the kids between them so none of them were on their own.

Tommy glanced back over his shoulder to see Eddie stood with (Y/n)'s arm around his neck and his arm around her waist. He tucked her into his side and helped her start walking away from the car. While Chris and Cassie moved to stand next to Eddie, waiting for instructions as to where they were going and what they would be doing from here on out.

"Let's get you to the hospital, little lady." Hen smiled down at the youngster while she looked towards the ambulance.

She could tell it was going to be a struggle getting an IV line into Daisy's hand. Leaving that for the doctors might be the best course of action. They could sedate her and get her sorted with everything she needed while she was in surgery. Hen didn't want to traumatise Daisy any further.

But just as they made their way towards the ambulance, Hen stopped the gurney when Tommy paused.

His attention was focused elsewhere.

Daisy had hold of Tommy's left hand in a death grip, but his eyes weren't looking down at his youngest anymore. He was staring ahead at Chimney who was helping a driver out of his car.

It was the driver who had gone through a red light and hit them. The driver that had caused all of this mess, who had injured Tommy's partner and all three of his kids. And seeing the driver climb out of the car, leaning heavily on Chimney while he wobbled and flopped onto the bonnet with a dazed look in his eyes made Tommy's blood boil.

"Is he drunk?"

His sharp tone caused everyone to look at him before they all looked across at the driver.

Chris held onto Eddie's free hand and pushed into his side while Cassie stood just behind (Y/n) and Eddie, her good hand tucked into Eddie's jacket pocket so they didn't lose her. She pressed her face into Eddie's back, shivering at her dad's tone. That was his unhappy voice.

Eddie looked between Chimney and Tommy, unsure who was going to move or talk first. He knew what was going through Tommy's mind, it was the same thoughts Eddie himself was having. A drunk driver had caused all this damage. He had gotten behind the wheel in that state and caused all of this to happen.

And Chimney's expression told Tommy he was right in his assumptions.

"Tommy, go in the ambulance-" Chimney pointed over at the ambulance before he tried to reel the drunk driver up off the bonnet. He needed to go sit him down on the pavement and try to get him on an IV to sober him up. He needed to get a neck brace on him to help with the concussion and check his arm which seemed to be broken.

They also had to wait for the police to arrive and take his details so they knew who had caused this crash and who to prosecute. Starting a fight in the middle of this mess wasn't going to help anyone.

"You're seriously pissed up? What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

(Y/n) shivered and pushed into Eddie before they moved over towards Hen and Tommy. Daisy was starting to whimper, clutching Tommy's hand tighter so he didn't leave her when he looked like he was about to walk away from her and start a fight.

When they got close, Eddie leaned down and wrapped his free arm around Chris. He lifted his boy up and sat him down on the end of the gurney. He could ride with Daisy and Tommy while Eddie took the girls in another ambulance and met them all down in the emergency room.

"Babe leave it." He reached his hand out and held onto Tommy's shoulder, shaking him until he looked back at them. "Not in front of the kids."

"He's endangered all of them because he got behind the wheel with a bottle of whiskey!"

Tommy could feel the rage bubbling away inside of him. He was desperate to go over there and sink his fists into that driver. He wanted to ask him what he thought he was doing and what he thought he could achieve by driving whilst intoxicated. Or why he thought he had the right to endanger everyone else on the road just because he thought he could.

But the way Chris held onto his arm and Daisy pulled on his hand made Tommy look back down at them.

He could start a fight later once everyone was seen to by a doctor and all sorted and cleared. Now wasn't the time or the place, not when all three kids were watching and needed medical attention.

"We'll meet you there." Eddie pressed a tender kiss to Tommy's shoulder before he scooped Cassie up and sat her on his hip while his right arm stayed around (Y/n).

They would sort this all out.

They would get all of them seen to by a doctor and get Daisy in for immediate surgery which was not going to go down well when she realised what would have to happen. Once everyone was tended to, Eddie would have a word with Bobby and see if they could talk to Athena.

And Eddie would have a word with his team and introduce them properly to his family.

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good luck, babe abby anderson x reader requested by: anon and @evelynscoffin summary: based off of chappell roan's "good luck, babe" word count: 3k a/n: this is definitely not my best work because i haven't written anything in so long but i hope yall enjoy it. i also took a wee bit of creative liberty with the lyrics lol

abby has been your best friend since joining the fireflies, when you were nothing but teenagers learning to survive in a cruel world. when life got to be too much, she was there for you, inviting you into her room and bed where you can lay your head on her chest, and you were there for her just the same.

as you got older, it seemed to be more her needing comfort after breaking up with yet another boyfriend that you knew wouldn't last long. or more so, hoped it wouldn't last long.

as a younger girl, you never understood that feeling. why didn't you want your best friend to be happy with a boy she liked? are you protective of your best friend? a good vibe-checker?

you later realized that no. you're not protective, or good at telling when a guy isn't right for her.

you're in love with her. 

and you first realized that three months ago, when you had gotten drunk with her in your room when your roommate was at the fob. she was smiling as she entered your room after a swift knock, kicking off her boots. “i have a surprise for you,” she hums.

“oh really?” you chuckle, sitting up in your bed and setting aside the book you were reading. “what is it?”

excitedly, she turns her back to you as she searches through her bag. seconds later, she's turning around with a grin, a bottle of whiskey held up for you to see. 

your eyebrows raise at the sight as she moves to sit next to you on the bed. “where did you even get that?”

“snagged it from the liquor store on patrol.” she tells you, muscles flexing as she twists the cap off. it's effortless for her, even though it's been sitting on a shelf for who knows how long now. she holds out the bottle, “care to have the first drink?” she smiles cheekily.

chuckling, you grab the bottle from her. you take a long drink, automatically regretting it as you swallow and your throat burns with the liquid's travel. your nose scrunches in disgust, “god, that tastes terrible.”

abby laughs, taking it from you and drinking, “good thing we're not drinking it for the taste.”

-

hours later, you're laying on your bed, the now half empty bottle discarded onto your bedside table as you stare up at the ceiling.

abby lays next to you, finger trailing along an exposed sliver of your skin along your abdomen. she looks at you with a face flushed from alcohol, mumbling quietly, “you're so pretty.”

a lazy smile tugs up on your lips as you turn your head to look at her, tired eyes meeting hers. “you're prettier,” you mumble just as softly. 

she chuckles, turning on her side to get a better look at you. her hand rests on your hip. “that's not possible,” she hums.

it's then that the feeling washes over you. a warmth- that's partially from the alcohol- but it grows hotter with how she's looking at you. like you're the only other person in the world.

to you, in this moment, she is. 

slowly, your hand comes to rest on her cheek as you gaze into her eyes, unconsciously leaning closer.

“can i…” its barely a whisper as your lips hover just over hers, breaths mingling as your heavy eyes gaze into her own that dart down to your slightly chapped lips. you can't even finish the sentence with your breath taken away.

instead of saying anything, she closes the almost non-existent gap as your nose nudges hers, lips meeting like puzzle pieces that completed each other perfectly. her lips are the taste of the whiskey you drank, spicy sweet and so much better than the actual drink. 

when you have to pull apart for oxygen, your eyes stay closed for a moment before they slowly fluttered open, meeting her intense gaze. 

and without another word, your lips meet again. soon, feverish kisses turn to more.

-

when you wake up the next morning, the bed next to you is empty, void of a warmth that once wrapped around your undressed body. you could almost believe that it was a dream, but the bottle on your bedside said differently.

you sigh, getting ready for the day. 

-

It's fine, it's cool

You can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth

And guess I'm the fool

With her arms out like an angel through the car sunroof

it's impossible to avoid staring at abby's arms as you sit across from her in the back of the humvee. they're just perfectly spread across the top of the truck bed walls, perfectly positioned to show her bulging muscles and the freckles that litter them.

if she saw your gaze, she would never mention it here, where other ears can hear the teasing comments she makes about your wandering eyes when you're alone once again. 

remembering that fact- that she doesn't want people to know- strains your heart as it finally allows you to look away from her, lips unconsciously pulling down into a frown. 

outside of your nights together, abby acted like you were just another one of her friends. when you were alone, she'd whisper sweet things to you as her head rested on your chest and your fingers trailed over her muscles. around other people… she just acted like there's nothing special going on between you.

you let out a soft sigh and toy with the magazine in your pistol, not noticing her quick glance in your direction with furrowed brows.

later that night, after you had taken a shower and laid down on your bed, there was a knock on the door. specifically the knock that you and abby made so you would always know if it was her or you at the door.

“come in!” you raise your voice so she can hear and she pushes the door open. “what's up?” you ask as she crosses the room to your bed.

she shows the movie she holds in her hand. “look what i found,” displaying the title clearly.

“jurassic park?” you question with a chuckle, “where did you even find that?”

“stashed it when no one was looking.” she tells you, opening the case to pull out the dvd.

when no one was looking.

you should expect that she wouldn't even want people to know you shared nights where just the two of you hung out- it still hurt nonetheless. 

“well, let's pop it in.” you grin, grabbing the shitty old laptop you had found in an electronics store, shocked when you plugged it in at the stadium and it actually worked. of course, there were few things you could do. 

but movies didn't require ‘internet’ as you had learned about when you first found the thing and explored all that it had to offer. 

-

“chrome?” you squint your eyes at the icon displayed on the screen, looking to abby as she shrugs. you click the icon and it brings you to a screen with a spinning line, which loads after a moment.

“no internet?” abby questions, her arm behind your back as she uses it to hold herself up, “is there anything we can do?”

with a shrug, you click the x before examining the screen. the square button cut into four pieces catches your attention. when you move the little arrow across the screen, it pops up with a box that showed many different titles.

“dvd player…” you point out, “my dad said dvds were movies that you could put in a tv.” you purse your lips, clicking the title for it to bring up a box with text in the center.

enter disc

humming, you turn to look at her, “looks like we can't do shit without a movie,” you frown, disappointed.

“looks like we have something to look for on our next patrol.” her sentence turns your frown into a smile, already excited for whenever you can watch an actual movie.

“what's minesweeper?” 

-

after settling in on your bed, the two of you cuddled up to watch the movie.

halfway through, she turned to look at you, “were you okay today?” she asks out of nowhere.

you pause the movie, looking to her with furrowed eyebrows. “what do you mean?”

she looks down at the blanket for a moment, “you seemed… off.” she starts, “in the truck?”

breath almost catching in your throat, you avoid her gaze. you hope you're not incredibly obvious. “nothing was wrong,” you lie, “i was just… worried about scars.” it is not smooth at all, but you have to hope she doesn't notice or at least not question it.

her hand gently grabs your chin to guide your gaze to her soft one. “you know you can tell me if something's wrong, right?” she asks gently.

the nod you give her is limited due to her hand still held to your jaw, and you can't trust yourself to say anything without breaking down. 

“okay,” she says almost silently. if you weren't so close right now you wouldn't have heard it. without another word, she leans in to give you a slow kiss. 

-

I don't wanna call it off

But you don't wanna call it love

You only wanna be the one that I call "baby"

You can say it's just the way you are

Make a new excuse, another stupid reason

-

“why don't you want anyone to know about us?”

the question is quiet, but it seems to fill your silent bedroom as you lay in your bed, fingers grazing across her toned back, her skin warm.

she turns her head to look up at you, cheek resting against your bare chest. “what do you mean?” she questions, just as softly. 

you take a small breath and avoid looking into her eyes, focusing on your finger as it traces her muscles. “i mean…” you think for a moment, “we’ve been doing this… thing… for a few months now.” 

when she doesn't reply, you purse your lips. “i guess i just want to know what this is.”

her eyebrows are furrowed as she looks at you. “what do you mean by this?” she asks.

you sigh, closing your eyes and leaning your head back. “us. our relationship.” is that even what she considered it? you've been sneaking around, having these intimate moments- what if it's nothing to her?

you wouldn't be surprised. she hasn't exactly tried to keep it exclusive, getting drunk with different guys and doing who knows what. maybe she has this sort of thing with other people too.

“i… didn't know that's what you wanted.” she tells you after a moment, avoiding your eyes as she focuses on your soft skin. 

you can't help the frown that tugs your lips down. 

“i guess i'm just not ready.” she finally says, still not looking up at you.

the deep breath you take shakes as you think through your next words carefully. 

then when will you be?

what do you even think of this?

how long will you make me wait?

“okay.”

-

I'm cliché, who cares?

It's a sexually explicit kind of love affair

And I cry, it's not fair

I just need a little lovin', I just need a little air

Think I'm gonna call it off

Even if you call it love

I just wanna love someone who calls me "baby"

-

you're tired of it.

the hiding, the secrecy. watching as she goes around to different boys- to owen- it made you sick and you can't handle it anymore.

you can't even stand being in the stadium. it was something you had been thinking for a long while now, but every time abby came to you it made you change your mind. 

but now, abby won't be able to stop you. you were going to tell her it's over, then leave right after.

to give yourself no ability to hesitate once you come back to your room, you grab your pack and fill it with the essentials, your water bottle going into its designated pocket. 

before you swing it over your shoulder, you notice the jacket you wear. tugging it off, the wlf logo stares back at you. you think one last time if this is what you really want before you throw it across the room and grab your bag, leaving the room and bravely walking down the hallways.

when you get to her door, you put the bag next to it, taking a deep breath. looking down at your feet, you use your special knock one more time.

when she opens the door, you meet her eyes. you take a deep breath. “can i come in?” you question, abnormal for your relationship. typically, it's late at night, and you don't even wait for her to open the door.

her eyebrows furrow as she looks at you, clearly confused. “sure?” she answers, not used to all of what's happening. 

nodding, you enter the room, hands meeting each other as you play with your fingers. she closes the door behind you.

“we can't do this anymore.”

you wish you could say it louder, wish it didn't feel like your heart was being squeezed by your very own hand. you're afraid of her reaction. angry, sad, indifferent. anything upset you in multiple ways, so you avoid her gaze.

the silence that follows has you closing your eyes as your hand balls into a fist, taking in a deep breath until finally, she speaks. “what do you mean?”

it sounds dejected and your fist clenches harder. pulling your gaze away from the wall feels like the hardest thing you've ever done, and you think it might be when you see her fallen features.

part of you wishes she was angry instead. if she was angry, it would be easier to justify ending everything. but you have to ignore the rapid thump of your heart.

“i-” you swallow dryly, “i can't keep being with someone who doesn't want anyone to know we're together.”

she starts to say your name, but you swiftly cut her off. “i want to be with someone who loves me like i love them.”

you will your gaze to steel itself as it returns to her, not wanting to break down into tears just yet. abby steps forward, her hand gently reaching out to touch your arm. “i do love-”

“- no, you don't.” you stop her sentence from finishing, stepping away from her touch. “i know you don't because this is what it takes for you to say it. you don't even want anyone to- fuck, i'm nothing to you.”

when she stops speaking all together, just staring with hurt filling her eyes as she tries to spit out everything that she's thinking- you're not nothing to her, she does love you. with all of her heart. 

but she's scared. scared of her feelings, of how other people will view her as different for not being what she deemed was ‘normal’.

when a long beat of silence passes, you finally tear your gaze away from hers, willing yourself not to look at her as you walk past her and to the door. you can't take being here any longer- it's suffocating. and she clearly wasn't going to say anything soon.

your name slips past her lips again, a sound you would love in any other context. “please, just-” but the door is closed behind you before she can even begin to think of how to say what she wants to say. 

you swiftly grab your bag, not pausing for a second as you walk down the hall, trying to control your breathing. in and out at a steady pace, ignoring your rapidly beating heart as you guide yourself.

you don't look at your room door as you pass, focusing your gaze straight ahead so you don't have a chance to think about stopping. 

you make your way to the entrance, your watch showing that it was the shift change for the guards. perfectly timed for no one to be able to question where you were going.

when abby rushes down the hallway to your room, practically banging on your door, you're not there to answer. instead, she throws open the door when you don't respond. her eyes immediately fall to your side of the room as she walks towards it.

everything is gone. your pistol, the water bottle that you kept next to your bed- and when her gaze falls to the floor, your wlf jacket, crumpled up and forgotten.

her hand balls into a tight fist as her jaw clenches, taking in a deep and shaky breath. “fuck…”

-

When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night

With your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife

And when you think about me, all of those years ago

You're standing face to face with "I told you so"

You know I hate to say it, "I told you so"

good luck, babe (well, good luck)

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

with a jolt, abby wakes up, slowing her rapid breaths while she holds her hand to her chest. she looks to her side, reality replacing the dream-turned nightmare.

sitting up, she looks at the guy she had been talking to that day over a bottle of whiskey laid next to her, his chest bare as he slept peacefully.

closing her eyes, she holds her head in her hands. her mind travels to you, wondering where you had gone and how far you've gotten in the year you were gone. would she be able to find you if she tried?

i do love you

you don't want anyone to- fuck, i’m nothing to you

i’m nothing to you.

nothing.

if only she showed you how wrong you were.

but you were the one to prove her wrong. she could only imagine you laughing in her face as you told her you were right.

pinching the bridge of her nose, she finally throws the blanket off of herself, getting her clothes back on to go back to her own bed. she can't sleep for the rest of the night.

taglist (kinda had to start over with it because i lost the original oops) @rosecentury

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[sockiess]

hi!! i hope you dont mind me requesting anon but my request is:

reader is anakin's padawan and they're on their period but anakin thinks reader is skipping training with him and he gets all frustrated and annoyed but soon realises and tries to help, in every way possible 🤗 (maybe thigh riding w/ clothes on, period oral? him massaging readers lowers back or shoulders, maybe him saying 'yeah?', if it grosses you out you don't have to write this as a smut and just keep it as fluffy! i just thought of this since i'm on my period x)

also please don't feel rushed or pressured to write this as soon as you read it, take as much time as you need!!

HI BAE SORRY I GOT TO THIS LATE 🙏🫶 AND OFC YOU CAN REQUEST ANON I LOVE ALL MY ANONS :D

Period

warnings: Period talk, period sex, padawan reader x master anakin

I was in so. much. pain. My period decided to start early and not only did it decided to start early it decided to start on the day that me and my master, Anakin, had very important training. I’m currently curled up into a ball on my bed with raging cramps and a raging headache. I knew Anakin was going to be mad about me missing training but there was no way that these cramps where going to allow me to get up anytime soon.

I heard large few steps coming to my room and I knew it could only be one person, Anakin. Next thing I knew there was very loud knocks at the door that only made my headache worse. I physically cringed when the knocking got louder and harder. “Come in” I muttered loud enough for him to hear me.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked me as soon as he walked in crossing his arms. “Wallowing in my misery” I mumbled into my pillow. “We had a very important training session that you missed.” Anakin said while standing by my bed with his arms crossed. “Do I look like I’m in any position to train right now?”I asked him, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to escape my eyes. “What’s wrong?” Anakin asked softly as he sat down in my bed. “Everything hurts” I pouted and nuzzled my head deeper into my pillow. I could see Anakin physically soften as he rested his hand on my back. “Is there anything I can do?” He asks. “Rub my back?” I said as I stuck out my bottom lip to make him feel bad for me.

Anakin started to softly rub my back as he laid down beside me. “Feeling better?” He whispered. “A little” I said honestly and started to curl out of the little ball I was in. Anakin had this look on his face like he contemplating something. “What’s that look for?” I quietly asked him. “Nothing” He answered and started to massage my shoulders. “Tell me” I said scooting closer to him “Just a little fun fact just don’t worry about” He answered as he played with my hair. “Tell me” I said in the most softest and sweetest voice I could muster. “Just that orgasms can help with period cramps” He said nonchalantly.

I started to pick at the bottom of his shirt nervously. “what are you thinking about” Anakin whispered in my ear. “no reason” I squeaked out. “You want to test that theory” Anakin said as he pulled me into his chest and softly kissing the shell of my ear. “yes” I said quickly.

Anakin quickly sat up with me on his lap and started to softly kiss my forehead. “gotta know if you’re ok with this first” He whispered resting his forehead against mine. I quickly nodded trying to kiss him but he pulled his head away. I immediately frowned and started to cry. “hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong” He quickly asked me wiping my tears. “You don’t want to kiss me” I pouted. “I do baby trust me I do I just need your verbal consent” he said wiping my tears and kissing my cheek. “I want you to touch me” I said. He quickly smashed his lips against mine. He put me on his thigh and started to rock my hips back and forth against it. “Ani!” I said at the sudden contact as his rough Jedi clothes were rubbing against my clit. “I know baby I know” Anakin breathed out. “Anakin” I moaned out as I started to move my hips faster. “yeah?” makes your little pussy feel good doesn’t it” I continued to grind against his thigh when suddenly I felt him dip his hands into my pants and start to rub my clit. “Ani!” I screamed out as he quickly covered my mouth with his hand. “shhh baby can’t have people hearing you” He said. I laid my head down on his shoulder nuzzling my face into his neck. “Just relax baby i’ll do all the work” He kissed my head as he moved my hips faster. “Ani i’m gonna cum” I moaned out. “Just let go baby it’s ok i’m here” Anakin whispered into my hair. I felt the knot in my stomach finally snapped as I moaned into Anakin’s neck. “There we go” Anakin softly whispered as I came down from my high.

“You feel better?” He asked me as he rubbed my back and pulled the blanket over our bodies. “So much better, thank you” I kissed his neck softly and curled into him yawning as the sleepiness finally hit me. “Rest baby i’ll be here when you wake up.” I heard Anakin whisper as I softly drift off to sleep.

HOPE YOU ENJOY SORRY ITS LATE IF YOU WANT ME TO ADD OR CHANGE ANYTHING PLEASE LET ME KNOW :))

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin angst #anakin fluff #anakin smut #anakin imagine #anakin x reader #star wars anakin #hayden christensen #hayden christensen imagines

[danikamariewrites]

Hi! I’m the anon the asked about the pregnancy request! I’d love to request one with Ruhn. I feel like he would be an amazing dad!

The reader has been having pregnancy symptoms like morning sickness, cravings, etc. she doesn’t even think she might be pregnant and Ruhn doesn’t consider it either because of what the oracle told him. Either Dec and Flynn or Bryce and Hunt (or whoever you want) bring up that maybe she might be pregnant to Ruhn or her. Their reactions are up to you. I just think after Ruhn thinking he would never have kids it would be great. 😅

Baby?

Ruhn x reader

A/n: He would be so happy to be a dad and I hope he and Lidia can have a kid of their own one day

Warnings: pregnancy, mentions of vomit

Ruhn did a double take as he walked past you. “Hey y/n/n, what ya got there?” He raised an eyebrow at the wild sandwich you were putting together. You look up at him, knife in hand floating above the toasted bread. “A sandwich.” You murmur, a slight blush at being caught.

Your mate hummed taking in all the ingredients you have laid out on the counter. “Cream cheese, turkey, pickles, and Solas, I don’t even want to name everything else.” He joked. You throw a pickle at him, “Let me eat in peace asshole,” you giggle.

Throwing the pickle back at you he makes his way to stand next to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Ok, ok, make your crazy whatever this is.” “Thank you,” you kiss his lips and shoo him away.

The next morning Ruhn wakes up to the sound of you being sick in the bathroom. He flings himself out of bed to be by your side, knowing how much you hate being sick. Pulling your hair back Ruhn lays a tattooed hand gently on your back, rubbing in soothing circles.

When you’re finally done you lean back against him, your eyes closed and trying to calm yourself. Ruhn helps you stand, guiding you over to the sink to rinse out your mouth. “You ok, baby?” You nod, holding your face under the faucet gulping water and spitting it out. Resting your face in your hands you take in deep breathes, “Solas, that was fucking awful. What the hell did I eat?”

Ruhn bit back his laugh thinking back to the monstrosity you made for lunch yesterday. “And don’t bring up my sandwich. It was good.” You say, reading his mind. Ruhn goes back to rubbing soothing circles between your shoulder blades. Kissing the back of your head he murmurs, “Come on you, lets get you back to bed,”

Leaving you with a few slices of toast, ice water, and a forehead kiss Ruhn leaves you to rest.

Hours later Bryce comes in the house to find her mate lazing about with her brother and the rest of the frat pack. Looking around for you Bryce purses her lips curiously. “Where’s y/n?” Hunt rushes over to her, embracing his mate like he hasn’t seen her all day. “She’s in bed, she was sick this morning.” Ruhn said with a small frown.

“Oh, I’ll go check on her.” Bryce gives Hunt one more kiss before untangling herself from his grasp. Bryce raced up the stairs, gently knocking on the door to Ruhn’s bedroom. “Come in,” you grumble, rising up on your elbows. The sight of Bryce’s wine red hair brings a smile to your face. Bryce plops down next to you, “How are you babe?”

You let out an exaggerated groan, burying your face in your pillow. “I feel like shit. I’ve been sick all morning and I am so fucking exhausted.” Bryce narrowed her eyes at you letting out a small hum. You could see the gears turning in Bryce’s clever mind. “Do you…are you pregnant?” Your eyes practically bulge out of your head at the question. Pregnant? But the Oracle…didn’t she tell Ruhn he wouldn’t have kids or something?

“No. There’s no way. Right?” You say quickly. “Let me call Hypaxia. She’ll be able to help.” Bryce quickly whips out her phone to call Hypaxia.

The Witch quickly entered the house, passing the boys without a word, ignoring Ruhn’s questions about you. Entering the bedroom she gives you the brightest smile. Putting her hands over her heart she makes her way over to the bed. “You think you’re pregnant,” Hypaxia coos at you.

“Yeah,” you say with an equally bright smile, pressing your hands against your cheeks. You move to the middle of the bed, Bryce holding your hand while Hypaxia kneels next to you, holding her glowing hands over your exposed tummy.

Full of worry, Ruhn couldn’t just sit here and mindlessly chat with his friends. If Hypaxia were here, and speeding up to you, did that mean you were really sick? It was rare for fae to get really sick. Was Ruhn missing the early signs of a bad illness? Standing abruptly Ruhn quickly made his way upstairs.

Opening the door he found the three of you on the bed, smiling like giddy school girls with tears falling down your and Bryce’s cheeks. So not severely ill then? Ruhn cleared his throat, all three of your heads whipping toward him. Bryce and Hypaxia looked at you, nodding at them they both slip off the bed walking past Ruhn giving him a knowing smile.

You wave him over and Ruhn wastes no time rushing to your side. Ruhn brings his hand to cradle your cheeks. His vibrant blue eyes scanning your face for any signs of sickness. “I know what you’re thinking, I could feel you through the bond. I promise there is nothing to worry about. Well not yet,” you joke. Ruhn title his head in curiosity. Taking one of his hands you rest it on your still exposed tummy.

Sending a wave of love down the bond you smile up at Ruhn. “I’m pregnant, my love.” You whisper. A joyous laugh leaves Ruhn’s lips, silver lining his eyes. “You-you’re really,” he can’t get the words out. The bond overwhelmed with joy coming from both of you. Ruhn pulls you to his chest, holding the back of your head as he burys his face in the crook of your neck.

Pulling away he gently lays you down, now hyper aware of the little life growing inside you. As he stares down at your still flat stomach he places a hand over his mouth. “I’m gunna be a dad. We’re gunna be parents.” You cover his hand that still hasn’t left your stomach, nodding your head against the pillow. “Yeah,” you whisper, still in disbelief.

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[calicoheartz]

Embracing Truth ; Paige Bueckers ┈﹒

꣑୧ — summary | paige helps her gf come out of the closet 💐💌❤️

wc ; 870

— warnings | smalll hints of homophobia , anxiety related topics , mainly fluff + established relationship

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1) i am sooo sorry for not responding to ur request anon! I accidentally deleted it from my drafts :(

a/n : this was so sweet and cute to write 🥰 this definitely healed something in me. Enjoy ◡̈

Paige sat on the edge of the bed, watching as her girlfriend, y/n, paced nervously back and forth between the blondes dorm. She could tell something was weighing heavily on your mind, and her instincts told her it was something serious. 

You and Paige had been dating since your second year of college, meeting during one of your shared classes. You knew you had always been into girls, often experimenting with them in highschool. But there was one problem, your parents didn't know.

They weren't necessarily homophobic per say, but to be fair the conversation of you being gay never was a topic of conversation. But the idea of one day having to tell them terrified you, especially since you knew the relationship with your girlfriend was becoming serious.

“Y/n, what's wrong?” Paige asks, snapping you out of your thoughts as she stood up and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder to stop your pacing.

You took a deep breath, looking up at your girlfriend with tears welled in your eyes managing to croak out , “I don't know Paige, I really need to tell my parents… I need to tell them about us. But I'm just afraid that they won't accept me, accept us. What if they kick me out? Disown me??”

Paige’s heart ached at the sudden fear that lingered in your voice,  as she pulled you into a warm, comforting hug, holding you tightly. “Hey, it’s going to be okay. I’ll be right by your side every step of the way. We’ll get through this together, I promise.”

You nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over you, knowing that Paige would be there for you, and be by your side. “Okay,” you whispered, “Okay, let’s do this.”

A few days had passed since you had the conversation with your girlfriend, part of you wanted to procrastinate for as long as possible, because they would eventually find out regardless of when they were told. But your subconscious knew that now was the time, especially since you were serious about the blonde. You had to embrace the truth, your truth.

You and Paige drove over to your parents house one Friday evening, in the hopes of possibly sharing this important news over dinner. You were a bundle of nerves, but the blonde held your hand reassuringly as the two of you began to walk towards the front door. You took a pause, hesitating to ring the doorbell , after gathering your thoughts, you gently pressed on the round button in front of you, revealing a small chime in reply. You were soon greeted by your parents, who were surprised but happy to see them. 

“y/n, Paige, what brings you here?” your mother chirps. Hugging the both of you before inviting you two inside.

As you walked through your house, skimming past the dining room and making your way towards the living room, you plopped down on the couch before breaking the silence, “We have something we need to talk to you both about” your voice trembling slightly.

Once the rest of them had joined you on the couch and surrounding seats, you took a deep breath and began to speak again. “Mom, Dad, you know how I’ve known Paige since freshman year of highschool? And how we’ve spent a lot of time with each other since then..” the two of them nodded in response before you continued, “well.. I realized that I like her  more than a friend way. What I’m trying to say- I’m saying is that I’m with Paige. Like we’re dating..” your voice trailing off before facing them both in the eye, as your eyes had been previously wandering and focusing on different objects in the area. “Im gay.”

There was a brief moment of silence as your parents processed the information. You feared the absolute worst as the seconds of silence passed by, but then you mom spoke up, her voice filled with love and acceptance. “Sweetheart, we love you no matter what. We just want you to be happy.”

You couldn't hold back your tears as you hugged them both, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief and gratitude. Paige wrapped her arms around them all, feeling grateful to be a part of such a loving and accepting family.

After the initial shock wore off, your parents welcomed Paige with open arms, eager to get to know her now officially as their daughter's girlfriend. You all spent the evening talking and laughing, and you couldn't have felt more loved and accepted. 

As the night came to a close, and as the both of you drove back to the blondes dorm, you couldn't stop smiling. Your heart was full of love for Paige and your family, as you squeezed her hand as a way to silently say I love you.

“I love you, P,” you whispered quietly, your voice filled with emotion. “I love you too, y/n” Paige replied, squeezing your hand back gently. “I'm so proud of you.”

And in that moment, that's when you knew that no matter what challenges you both faced in the future, as long as you had your girlfriend by your side, you could handle anything.

as always, thank you guys so much for reading!! don't forget to leave reqs :)

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[ladysroom-zaza]

eeek ❣️thoughts about g!p ryujin tit f-ing reader then forces karina to clean you up? then she drags her tongue way down to where its NOT supposed to be?

[Hello anon, thank you for requesting. Your ask gave me the perfect way to make a second part of this story. I hope it's not a problem for you if I combine them, and same for @moonlitfranz who also requested for a more romantic follow-up]

Last night had been kinda crazy, you switch in few minutes from just occasional foreplay to one of the most insane threesome of your life. You and Ryujin really destroyed the poor Karina, using all her holes for hours until she was K.O.

Honestly also you and Ryu were out of energies, so, once the horny moment was gone, you just covered Karina naked body with a blanket and you laid down next to her, hugging her from both sides. The warmth of yours bodies and the fatigue of the last hours made you fall asleep in no time.

The next morning, or to be more precise, at sunrise, you woke up just to found Jimin resting her head on your shoulder and Ryujin walking out of the room. You didn't give that detail much importance, you were still too sleepy, so you just closed your eyes again.

However few minutes later you opened them again, feeling something different. You looked left but Karina was still sleeping, so you looked down just to meet Ryujin gaze. "Good morning, loser", she teases you in a whisper, while slowly moving her body back up and down.

You moved the blanket a big and finally discovered what was going on: Ryujin was treating you cock with a titjob, squeezing your dick and rubbing it between her boobs. It looked like she was horny again after last night.

"Don't look at me like that, returning from the bathroom I saw your morning wood and I decided to help you out, you should be more grateful", she explained as response to your puzzled look. You giggled and let her do as she wished, why refusing such a kind gesture?

She spot on your shaft, making the rubbing even smoother. Ryu tits were not huge, but they were definitely the perfect size to give you pleasure, even because this way she could occasionally tease your tip with some kitty licks and a light sucking.

Honestly your resistence was still low from the day before, so after a couple of minutes you reached the climax, painting white Ryujin chest. "Looks like now we're all awake, am I right slut?", she asked, looking at the other girl at your left.

Apparently Karina was woken up by your lightly moans or maybe by Ryujin movements, so she watched all the scene while touching herself and biting her lips to not be discovered, but nothing could hide to Ryu eyes.

"Given that you're already so horny...why don't you join us?", she asked, before snapping and pressing her head down till reaching your cock, still dirty of your cum. "Clean it!", Ryu ordered, while Karina had already her lips around your shaft.

More than clening, that was proper blowjob. Her soft tongue was moving all around your members, sucking you with so much power. Ryujin, of course, is not someone made for standing on the sidelines.

So she just found the way to make that moment even more pleasant for you. Taking advantage of the fact you were too busy to resist, she lightly lift your legs, moving her face closer to you cheeks and then inserting her tongue inside.

Your ass was untouched till that moment so you couldn't contain at all your second orgams of the morning, shooting it directly in Karina mouth, who just drank it all like a champ. You had just woke up and you were already exhausted. It looks like that from that moment interacting with your two best friends means doing lewd stuff all time.

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