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i'll kiss your scars
buck x eddie | 900 words | teen rating
prompt: trans buck for @steadfastsaturnsrings 🥰 💖
“But y-you like men.”
“Yes I do. Particularly the amazing and gorgeous man in front of me.”
Buck stumbles across his words, all flustered. “But Eddie, I’m not— like I don’t have a you know.” He glances down there.
“That doesn’t make you any less of a man, Buck."
or Buck tells Eddie that he's trans and things change between them, but for the better.
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Buck, Eddie and Christopher are enjoying their dinner together in comfortable silence.
Christopher finishes his plate of spaghetti and meatballs first and now that he’s not eating, the silence feels weird so he speaks up.
“I’m not the only Christopher in my class anymore.”
Eddie hums. “Oh new student?”
“Nope. His name used to be Chloe but now it’s Christopher.”
Eddie and Buck look to each other in understanding.
“So he’s…”
“Trans. Yeah, it’s not a big deal, Dad. Now people just call me Chris and him Christopher.”
“How did people react?” Buck asks curiously.
“Everyone was cool about it. Some people had questions though so Christopher answered them. Then Mr. Nolan told everyone that he will not tolerate any transphobia or homophobia but he’s happy to tell us more about it. And if we ever have to talk to him about it, we can.”
Buck blinks back tears thinking how happy he is that in school, kids can come out and people will be supportive or at least respectful enough that they won’t say anything negative. He thinks about how bad it would be if he came out in middle school. He’s so glad Christopher has a teacher like Mr. Nolan.
He should probably tell Eddie that he’s trans. It’s been over a year since they’ve been friends. He knows Eddie will be accepting and everything but it’s still difficult. He doesn’t want anything to change between them.
“Buck?” Eddie and nudges his foot with his own under the table.
“You okay?” he asks.
Buck quickly nods. “Yeah no I’m good.”
Eddie thankfully doesn’t push and instead asks what movie they should watch tonight.
—
They watch Spiderman: Into the Spider-Verse and Buck suggests they watch the second one next movie night which Christopher enthusiastically agrees to.
Christopher gets ready for bed reluctantly and Buck reads him a chapter of Percy Jackson. Eddie watches them with a sickening fond smile.
Once the chapter’s done, he and Eddie both hug Christopher and tell him “good night” and Buck yearns for him to have this every night.
They walk into the living room and Buck plops onto the couch with a sigh.
Eddie sits down next to Buck and faces him.
“Hey, you know that you can tell me anything, right?” he says earnestly with his stupidly pretty eyes looking him in the eye.
Buck breaks eye contact and nods. “Yeah of course, uh thanks.”
Eddie doesn’t reply as if he’s hoping Buck will say more.
“Just give me a moment.” he adds and to that Eddie hums and rests his hand on Buck’s thigh. Oh god. This isn’t helping his nerves.
Buck takes a deep breath. “I’m trans.”
A second passes.
“Thanks for telling me.” Eddie smiles, trying to act like he didn’t know this but Buck sees past it.
“You already knew. How?”
“I saw your testosterone gel thing in the bathroom once. I guess you forgot to put it away like you usually do,” Eddie answers softly.
“You’re not mad I didn’t tell you?”
“Of course not, Buck. You don’t owe me anything regarding that.”
“We’ve been best friends for months.”
“Yeah well did I come out to you as cis? No. Besides gender is fucking stupid. Am I even a man?”
Buck sighs. He supposes Eddie has a valid point.
“Uh, while we’re talking about more serious topics, I have something to tell you,” Eddie admits.
Buck doesn’t have enough time to panic before Eddie calmly says “I’m in love with you.”
Is this a fucking dream? Buck doesn’t know what to say. “I- What do you mean?”
Eddie continues, “Yeah that was one of the factors in the whole me discovering my sexuality process. Hen called me out so many times about my gay panic for you.”
“But y-you like men.”
“Yes I do. Particularly the amazing and gorgeous man in front of me.”
Buck stumbles across his words, all flustered. “But Eddie, I’m not— like I don’t have a you know.” He glances down there.
“That doesn’t make you any less of a man, Buck. I know how I feel about you. I love you beyond your body but I mean, I really love your body and I hope I can make you feel safe and comfortable with it.”
Yeah this is a fucking dream come true.
Eddie lifts up the bottom of his shirt. “Can I…”
Buck has no idea what he’s about to do but he’ll let Eddie do anything to him. That probably should be concerning but he doesn’t care.
“Yeah,” he says with a shaky breath.
Eddie gently takes Buck’s shirt (which actually belonged to Eddie originally) and looks at him with such adoration, it makes Buck want to cry.
He lowers his head and brings his lips to Buck’s top surgery scars. He softly kisses along the two lines, whispering “I love you” after each kiss.
Now Buck is crying. He is just so overwhelmed with love—both his love for Eddie and feeling so loved by Eddie. He manages to say, “I love you” back before the tears make unable to speak coherently
Of course Eddie understands and doesn’t tell him “No it’s okay don’t cry,” instead he embraces him into a hug that makes Buck feel all warm and fuzzy — like all hugs from Eddie do.
They stay there, holding each other and Buck realizes things have changed between them but in the best way possible.
#also yeah at first i just put mr nolan and then i was gonna change it but i couldn't come up with anything so i am christopher's teacher 😌#nolan writes#my fics#buddie fic#911 fic#911 abc#evan buckley#eddie diaz#buddie#trans buck#buck and eddie#buck x eddie
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hey james! for buddie or bucktommy. i’m making you choose jsdjskf “why are you looking at me like that?”
Hey Nolan!! I'm gonna do Bucktommy for this one, if you don't mind!!
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Tommy asks as he once again catches Buck staring.
Buck flushes deeply, a pretty pink running up his neck and into his cheeks until he feels like his whole face is on fire. Never before has he been with someone so skilled at reducing him to a giggly, blushing mess like Tommy can. It's like Tommy has a direct line to the "Idiot Centre" in Buck's brain and can activate it with a simple look or a few well timed words.
"I-I'm just - I mean, I wasn't - looking at you like what?" Buck stammers. Honestly, he's got no excuse for the way he was gazing at Tommy, all lovesick and dopey like a highschool girl. His boyfriend is hot and he's still a giddy that Tommy's with him at all. So he stares at him sometimes? Sue him!
Tommy grins, his nose scrunching in a way that has Buck's stomach go all fluttery, and he rounds the kitchen island so he's no more than a couple of inches away from Buck. Close enough to have Buck's heart rate going up a couple of notches, but still too far. He needs him close, needs to be able to feel Tommy's chest press against his as he breathes, needs to feel Tommy's lips brush his as he speaks, needs to feel Tommy's co-
Okay yeah, he's getting a little carried away. It's not his fault.
"You were looking at me the way a 2000's teen girl would have looked at Justin Bieber whenever he flicked his hair," Tommy teases, and Buck wishes a hole would open underneath him and swallow him up.
"I was just-" he begins, going redder still when Tommy crosses his arms and watches him with a half-smirk, his head cocked to the side. He looks far too adorable for his own good and it's not helping Buck's dilemma at all.
"You're cute," he finishes lamely, unable to meet Tommy's eyes because he just knows Tommy is going to be looking at him with that soft, amused look on his face, like watching Buck bumble and ramble his way through their relationship is his favourite pastime - which, it probably is.
"I'm cute," Tommy repeats, and Buck can hear the delight his voice. It's mortifying. It's humiliating. He's going to run away and live in the forest and become a hermit and -
Suddenly Tommy's lips are on his and oh, yeah that's okay then, Buck can go with this. Buck can definitely get behind kissing Tommy if it means he doesn't talk and make even more of a fool of himself. Plus, Tommy's got this way of completely taking Buck apart with his lips, kissing him so thoroughly that he forgets his own name, forgets every little detail about himself except that he's kissing Tommy.
Tommy pulls away and Buck pants, a little breathless from the kiss. Their foreheads rest against one another and their breaths mingle, warm and heavy and full of affection between them.
"Well the good news is," Tommy says, his voice husky enough that it sends little shivers of joy down Buck's spine, "I think you're cute too."
What else is Buck meant to do than blush once again?
Send me a ship and a sentence and I'll finish it!
#james answers things#james writes#bucktommy ficlet#bucktommy wip#bucktommy#evan buckley#tommy kinard#911 fanfic#911 abc#tuck#tevan#kinkley#poor blushy buck#hope you liked this nolan!!!
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No god, no religion,
Just bad, bad decisions.
#the sims 4#ts4#ts4 edit#ts4 ocs#ts4 alpha#tjf: extras#ch: Sabrina#ch: nolan#just a couple of idiots in love yanno#i finally made the executive decision to settle on brown eyes for Nol#it just makes him look...so much warmer lol#no ragrets#also!!! I've been writing some!#finally implementing all those changes i've been brain storming for the past...year#and I'm liking how it's progressing so hopefully maybe i'll have a substantial chunk written soon#2024 the year I fkn write again#ANYWAY HI I MISSED YOU ALL#hope everyone's well this new year
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hi maggie 🥰
70 for the 100 kiss prompts please!!
Hi Nolan 🥰
I loved this one! Hope you like it darling 💕
Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night 30/?
70. An accidental kiss that confuses you both, but only a moment passes before you crash your lips back against each other's
Summary:
“Actions speak louder than words,” Eddie shrugs. “Goodnight,” he smiles, leaning in for a quick kiss.
“Night,” Buck says softly, meeting him in the middle.
Wait a minute.
Eddie pulls back like he's been shocked. And he has. In way more ways than one.
(read below!)
They're sitting on Eddie's couch, talking over some (admittedly dull) action movie Chim recommended, one night they both managed to have free.
Eddie had ended things with Marisol at the makeshift wedding in the hospital, and hasn't been eager to "get back out there." He still doesn't know why he decided then was the best time, but it was for the best. When you spend the entire day wishing you could marry your best friend and not your girlfriend, there's something wrong with the relationship.
Buck and Tommy had decided to stay friends, and the three of them still got together often for fights or a beer, (no basketball. Not again), and Buck hasn't jumped back into dating yet.
And, with Chris being the social butterfly Eddie never was, the kid was at yet another sleepover, leaving Buck and Eddie without any plans.
So, pizza and about three beers later, Buck is deciding whether to stay the night. Something he hasn't done in months. Not since he came to Eddie after the lightning.
“Come on, do you really want to drive home at one in the morning?” Eddie reasons. He pretends his reasons for offering the couch are noble. They're actually… kinda pathetic. Be in love with your best friend and try to keep your dignity, or your sanity.
Buck smiles and sips his beer. “If I didn't know any better I'd say you've missed me.”
I always miss you when you go, Eddie doesn't say. “Oh yeah. I don't know how I manage to sleep without your snoring as a lullaby,” he says instead, tugging on a curl behind Buck's ear.
Buck gently elbows him in the ribs. “If that's your way to convince me…”
“I never said my negotiation techniques were good,” Eddie shrugs.
“They're terrible,” Buck scoffs, earning himself an elbow to the ribs right back. He giggles and ducks his head with a smile, pulling his lower lip between his teeth. “Okay, I'll stay. Wouldn't want you to have to sleep without my snoring as your white noise machine.”
“What do you know? My negotiation techniques worked!” Eddie grins.
Buck rolls his eyes and shoves at his shoulder. “I will never admit it.”
“Actions speak louder than words,” Eddie shrugs. “Goodnight,” he smiles, leaning in for a quick kiss.
“Night,” Buck says softly, meeting him in the middle.
Wait a minute.
Eddie pulls back like he's been shocked. And he has. In way more ways than one.
He has no idea what made him do it.
Maybe the box holding his feelings for Buck had finally exploded. Maybe his brain got up the courage without telling him the plan. Maybe it was the easy affection they'd been exchanging recently. Shoulder touches, lingering hugs, knees pressed together in the engine or on the couch.
Maybe it was just Buck.
Either way, Eddie feels like he's been struck by lightning again.
Judging by the wide eyed stare he's getting from Buck, he's at least not alone in his confusion.
“Eds,” Buck whispers, glancing at Eddie's lips.
“I'm sor-”
Buck surges forward, stealing the words from his lips and cupping his cheek. Eddie sighs into the kiss and melts against him, reaching up to card his fingers through soft curls.
Buck grips Eddie's hips, nudging him until he gets the message. Eddie throws a leg over Buck and straddles him, never once breaking their kiss.
He has no idea what's happening. But there's no way he's going to stop it.
Buck slips his hands beneath Eddie's henley, splaying his palms on his ribs as he teases the seam of his lips apart. Eddie makes a soft noise as Buck licks into his mouth. He tangles his fingers in Buck's curls and settles more firmly in his lap.
They kiss until the need for oxygen separates them. Eddie rests his forehead against Buck's. Buck traces nonsensical patterns on Eddie's lower back.
“Guess actions really do speak louder than words,” Buck smirks. Eddie kisses the expression off his face.
“Stay,” Eddie whispers, and it feels right. Asking Marisol to stay always made something sour twist in his gut.
All he feels now is butterflies, giddy and fizzy like champagne.
“That was the plan,” Buck says with a cheeky grin.
“Stay,” Eddie says again, pouring everything it's too soon to say into the word.
I want you, stay. Don't sleep on the couch, stay. I love you, stay.
Buck presses a soft kiss to his lips, just like their first kiss and yet somehow completely different. “Okay. I'll stay. For as long as you want me.”
“Forever,” Eddie whispers before kissing him again.
From 100 kiss prompts
#Nolan 🩵#911#evan buckley#eddie diaz#buddie#911 abc#fanfic#my writing#Kiss Me Once#911 fic#buddie fic#9-1-1
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thinking of invincible today since it’s one month until season 2
#invincible#invincible show#nolan grayson#omni man#omniman#invincible fanart#crismakesstuff#invincible season 2#the guardians of the globe#yes this is based off of that one image of ted cruz#it fits nolan rly well and how all of season 1 played out#like the mystery aspect of season 1 will forever be so special to me#not the ‘who did it’ but ‘but why did he do it’#brilliant writing tbh#this is also supposed to represent how he was being haunted by the decision to kill the guardians#because I know he was losing sleep over it while trying to pretend he was fine#just becoming more distant and cut off as he tries to prepare to execute his mission#also all the different microphones and stuff with words are supposed to represent the og guardians of the globe#the ‘you’ is both martian man and war woman just bc I couldn’t fit another word in that I liked#the immortal invincible#darkwing invincible#martian man invincible#red rush invincible#green ghost invincible#war woman
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MULLET SEASON | M. ESTAPA
mark estapa x fem! teen mom! reader
summary: just a random spam of posts made by y/n ( including a mullet post at the end )
a/n i love teen mom reader and mark au
masterlist
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y/ncooke has posted !
liked by theemilycarey, edwards.73, and others
y/ncooke emooly, marck, and iniz
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theemilycarey she's ok, everyone! she's just dsylexic!
↳ y/ncooke Hey now!
markestapa the doctor place was scary
mackie.samo guy in the last pic looks a little too good
↳ edwards.73 that's what i'm saying!
y/ncooke has posted !
liked by livkatecooke, markestapa, and others
y/ncooke emplode
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markestapa my favorite tissues!
↳ y/ncooke boi wth!!!
edwards.73 i wanna join the crib party with mark and nez
↳ mackie.samo me two
↳ dylanduke25 me three
↳ nolan_moyle me four
↳ lhughes06 me five
↳ y/ncooke who's gonna buy a bigger crib so you all fit?
livekatecooke miss u, darling ! <3
jackhughes i sent the bigger crib so that all the boys can fit ( luke begged me )
↳ lhughes06 I DID NO SUCH THING ( i did )
y/ncooke has posted !
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y/ncooke mark: *takes off his beanie* inez: *screams*
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markestapa "you're not me dad!"
↳ edwards.73 i'm so happy i got to witness this go down
umichhockey inez doesn't approve of mullet season?
mackie.samo i could've witnessed this? never getting gas again
theemilycarey MARK GOT A MULLET?! Y/N HOW COULD YOU ALLOW THIS?!
↳ y/ncooke BFFR?! DO YOU THINK I WOULD?! HE SAID HE HAD A SURPRISE!!
#mark estapa x reader#mark estapa#mark estapa imagine#umich boys#umich blurbs#umich wolverines#umich hockey#ethan edwards#nolan moyle#luke hughes#jack hughes#instagram#ig edit#never grow up au#lovinbarzal writings
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platonic yandere scarecrow hcs? Or just analyzing what he'd be like as a yandere
Well, 🐁 anon, here you go! HC's unless someone wants to read me ramble about an analysis...?
@yanderefangirl
He finds it interesting that you visit someone here [Arkham], who could it be? Upon noticing who it is you may be visiting, and as to whom it is that you are, he becomes intrigued in your story. As such, he wishes to find out every little thing, perhaps then his mind can rest.
Nevertheless, he finds out more about with or without you knowing, using his ties with Carmine Falcone to easily track you and your activities.
Using this knowledge [and his criminal ties], he slowly inserts himself into your life, using the school that you go to to give lectures of pharmacotherapy, and psychology, trying to persuade you by the littlest things, and then moving to bigger ways to put him into your life.
Although he has still yet to understand that he is obsessed with you, he assures himself that it is simply a scientific obsession, seeing as most people who visit Arkham end up with a dose of fear gas and seeing you just simply not react to the effects of it interests him.
So in his attempts to insert himself into your life, he finds out more and more about you that make him interested even if he doesn't realize it.
By the time he realizes he wants you, and that he must take care of you, Ra's Al Ghul is almost there. So he stages an attack on you, and steals you then, when Batman is too busy to realize what happened to one singular civilian.
#yandere x reader#platonic x reader#platonic yandere#tw yandere#x reader#platonic#yandere#headcanon#yandere batman#yandere scarecrow#yandere nolanverse#scarecrow#cilian murphy#nolan trilogy#batman the dark knight#yandere dark knight#Helpfandom's writing
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warning: silly boyfriends
bucktommy | social media "fic" | mature rating
buck ❤️🔥 @/whatthebuck
Tommy @/itstommykinard
It looked at me first 😩
buck ❤️🔥 @/whatthebuck
oh yeah? you gonna do anything about that?
Tommy @/itstommykinard
Patience, Evan. You'll find out soon
chimney! 🙃 @/howiehan118
so this is why I shouldn't go on twitter.
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tags 💖
@wikiangela @bluehuskey2099 @smilingbuckley
@buffaluff @geekwarrior107 @fairypaw
@kissoona @raptorrunner37 @virahaus
@spotsandsocks @huhwhatthefuck @aspecbuddie
@jesuisici33 @aringofsalt @thegingerparty
@dangerpronebuddie @lenacopperleaf
@betterkeepmewetterthanabayou @jesuskleist
@youreademonroyce @teacup12345
#nolan writes#barely#bucktommy fic#bucktommy#buck x tommy#kinkley#tevan#etc etc lmao#911 fic#evan buckley#tommy kinard#911 abc#my fics
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Do u think Cilly n Chris Nolan are actual friends or just work friends?
i think they’re in love fr
#i think chris nolan has a secret diary that he pastes pictures of cillian in#and doodles hearts around them while practicing cutesy portmanteaus of their names like “cillstopher” and “nollian”#and writes shit like “dear diary‚ i think i totally just ensured an oscar nom for bae with this script 😍😍😍”#asks#cillian murphy#christopher nolan
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You don’t have a show without Henry Mills. Emma might be the main character, but Henry is the heart of the show (he has the heart of the truest believer!!! it’s right there!!!). Every single character is irrevocably tied to him. He changed everyone’s lives and gave them the opportunity to change each other’s lives. He gave Emma a family. He gave Regina redemption. He delivered Rumple to his son. He gave David and Snow their daughter back. He was the reason behind Emma and Neal’s relationship and the good thing that came out of it. He healed Neal by giving him the opportunity to break the cycle of neglecting father/son relationships. Killian redeemed himself from his mistreatment of Baelfire by Henry allowing him to take a stepfather role in his life. The text says Emma broke the first curse, but Henry is really 99,9% responsible for it, thereby giving every single citizen of Storybrooke their lives back. Regina’s love for him broke the second curse. He was the one who got them out of the Heroes and Villains story. He’s descended from the Enchanted Forest but was born and raised in our world, making him the bridge between them. He did the impossible when, for just one second, he made the people of our world believe in magic and reunited his family again. Once Upon A Time is a show that operates around fate and Henry is the person who ties everyone’s red strings together. He is quite literally the center of their universe. He is The Author. He is the truest believer. It’s been there all along.
#i’m sure there’s more examples i just can’t think about off the top of my head#literally writing this on my phone on a train#henry mills#once upon a time#ouat#meta#henry mills meta#ouat meta#emma swan#regina mills#rumplestiltskin#mary margaret blanchard#david nolan#neal cassidy#killian jones
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leave a light on - nolan price
prequel for love you better now, but can be read individually
fandom: law & order, law & order special victims unit
wc: 4,735
warnings: canon presence of injuries, blood, violence, weapons, and hospitals. female reader.
summary: nolan's wife gets shot. he tries and fails to deal with that.
author's note below! masterlist / ko-fi / ao3
Nolan misses Liv’s call thrice before he calls for a recess.
The first two he’s stuck cross-examining the DA’s witness and he doesn’t realize how many times Liv has tried to get him on the phone until the third time she calls. He can’t answer, obviously– Judge MacNamara is lenient but not enough for Nolan to take a call in the middle of the day– but the call goes to voicemail and his screen lights up with Liv’s other attempts to reach him.
He immediately knows it’s bad. And he immediately knows it’s about his wife.
His chest constricts with his panic, breath catching and refusing to enter his lungs as his brain tries to catch up to the situation. The courtroom is suddenly too small and suffocating, his tie a noose around his neck.
It takes McNamara calling his name several times and the DA snidely wondering if the defense needs a minute for Nolan to somewhat snap out of it, pressing on Liv’s contact before the judge finishes adjourning for the day.
“Nolan,” she says, shaky.
Not Price, which is what he’d expect from his wife’s coworker. They’re all friends, sure, but during work hours they fall into the habit of keeping everyone at arm’s length. Not right now, for some reason, and Nolan is tiptoeing the line between fine and about to crumble on the courthouse steps from a knock-out panic attack.
“What happened?” Because something must’ve happened. His wife has one of the most dangerous jobs out there, life-endangering experiences being the norm and coming home not-dead being a good day. But if Liv is calling– if Liv is calling and (Y/N) isn’t…
Nolan has been psyching himself up for this day since (Y/N) first told him about joining the police academy. He’s still somehow not ready.
He will never be ready for this.
Olivia hesitates for a second too long and Nolan’s fear gets the best of him. “Olivia. What happened?”
Her voice cracks at (Y/N)’s name. Nolan grips his briefcase so tightly on the way to the hospital that his hand goes numb, nails digging into the skin of his palm until it’s red and tender.
The knot of anxiety in his belly doesn’t unclench despite the quick, easy ride to the hospital. New York traffic seems to be doing him a favor, but it isn’t the physical distance he’s worried about. That one at least he’s able to cross. There’s nothing he can do if his wife is… if she…
Nolan finds a sea of cops and NYPD blue as soon as he crosses the threshold into Bellevue, worried and talking over each other as they watch over one of their injured own. None of them are familiar faces and his panic increases tenfold, the sound of his heartbeat in his ears drowning out doctors, officers, and detectives.
Suddenly, the sea of people parts for her, and Olivia is in his line of sight, giving Nolan’s brain something to focus on other than the never-ending possibilities of what he might be facing here. She looks disheveled, shirt askew and vest still halfway on; her hair out of place, and her expression haunted, but no blood. There’s no blood on her and it's an important distinction for Nolan to make when she seizes his free hand in hers.
“Nolan,” she says, and her voice sounds like static, just like it did on the phone. It isn’t the line but Nolan’s brain filled with noise, like cotton in his ears and mouth and eyes stopping him from receiving the world clearly. “Nolan, are you okay?”
“What happened?” he asks again. Liv hadn’t explained, not really. She only told him that (Y/N) was hurt and they were taking her to Bellevue. You should come too, she’d said, and should had sounded more like need, which did nothing to soothe Nolan’s raising hackles.
Nolan’s breath stutters. He knows what happened, but he can’t comprehend it. The hand holding his briefcase is shaking. He asks once more when Liv only blinks at him, mouth open and no words coming out. “What happened?”
“We were chasing a suspect via foot,” and Nick’s there, too, by Liv’s side, like an apparition Nolan might’ve conjured. His brows are furrowed, jaw tense. “We caught him mid-rape and separated to cover more ground. No one had mentioned a gun during their disclosures, he wasn’t supposed to be armed.”
“(Y/N) caught up to him first,” Liv continues, voice dry, shaking her head. “He– Shots went off but we didn’t know– he must’ve known we were onto him. Got his hands on a gun after the first wave of assaults.”
Nolan bites the inside of his cheek. He tastes blood and thinks of his wife, and stops.
“She was alone for two minutes tops,” Nolan wonders if Liv thinks she’s being reassuring. “She’d been shot, we called a bus right away.”
“Where?” Nolan asks tightly.
Liv blinks. Nick answers, “What?”
“Where, where in her body was she shot, how–” he struggles for a full breath and only comes out half successful. “How bad is it?”
Silence.
“Did you– did you not see her?” he wonders, biting. Nolan turns back and forth between his wife’s coworkers, losing his patience. “Were you there, was she– Jesus, Liv, how bad is it?”
“The bullet hit her chest,” Nolan loses all fiery, defensive passion right then and there. His own heart stops for a second, or at least that’s what it feels like when his chest is engulfed by a pressing ache that numbs him all over.
“They took her straight into surgery,” Nick continues when Nolan doesn’t say anything to that, unable to leave his partner to the wolves. “Liv rode with her in the ambulance but there wasn’t– it’s in their hands now. They’re taking care of her, pal, okay? She’s getting help.”
Where was the help when she was alone chasing after a fucking criminal, where the hell were you, huh he wants to say; wants to shout and curse and point and make a scene, but the words get stuck in his throat and in the next blink he finds himself seated in the waiting room, still surrounded by cops.
God, Nolan thinks, pressing his fingers to his tightly closed lids. When, in their fifteen years of knowing each other, could he have seen this coming? The bright-eyed, furiously righteous kid halfway through law school and the pretty girl who took one of his classes as an elective, only to completely destroy one of his classmates during a debate that made up half their grade.
Nolan had watched, mouth barely open in amazement as quiet, back-of-the-class (Y/N) didn’t flinch while delivering the final blow and bringing her team to victory. She snuck out before he could talk to her– do something stupid like congratulate her with stars in his eyes and an invitation for coffee on his tongue, but it didn’t matter.
It didn’t matter because the next weekend his roommate dragged him to a party and she was there, she was everywhere now that Nolan was unconsciously looking out for her. He ran into her in the hallways from one class to another, in the library, at parties and restaurants. It was like the world was screaming at him here! Here, look this way! Here it is, the rest of your life waiting for you! All you gotta do is look!
He’d been there for hours already, bored and annoyed out of his mind when he saw her across the room. After nursing the same red cup of warm beer and looking at his watch every couple of minutes, calculating the appropriate time to bail he saw her. She’d been leaning against a wall, her expression changing from concealed humor to disbelief to a laugh that had her hiding behind her hand, entertained by whoever she’d been speaking to.
Who it was, Nolan doesn’t remember. He doesn’t even think about the cliche of it all, how the world faded when their eyes locked across the room and (Y/N) gave him a smile, shy, shrugging and turning back to her conversation.
The funny pressure on his chest didn’t dissipate when he finally got a chance to exchange words with her. After the final exam, Nolan left the lecture hall and sat heavily on a bench by the door, catching his breath from the adrenaline of a month worth of study finally being over.
(Y/N) was there, too, smiling sheepishly up at him as she crouched against the wall, elbows on her knees. Her expression brims with shy recognition as she nods. “How’d you do?”
She was talking about the exam. Nolan’s embarrassed to this day by the time it took for him to catch up. His cheeks were flushed when he answered. “I’m, uh, not flushing out yet, I hope.”
“You don’t sound too sure.”
“Ask me after I’ve slept some 12 hours,” he sighed, messing nervously with his hair. “Things usually seem less dire by then.”
“Would some coffee do the trick?” and Nolan didn’t know it then, but (Y/N) was nervous, bravery swelling inside her chest as she asked him for the first day of the rest of their lives. In the end, she’d been the one to catch up to all the signs, all the serendipitous opportunities to finally end up where they were supposed to.
“Coffee can work,” Nolan, young and eager, said slowly. He couldn’t stop grinning, high with lack of sleep and the attention of a pretty girl. “You’re buying?”
“It’s only fair,” she shrugged, but there was something giddy about her expression that he still sees in her face to this day sometimes, bright and young. “You look like you’re about to drop dead.”
“And I still seem like worthy company?”
“I think we can pull a few good hours out of you yet,” a few hours, a few years; Nolan will be as sleepless as he was then on his wedding day out of pure excitement. They’ll have spent the night before the ceremony talking on the phone while they slept in separate rooms because their friends are sentimental little fucks like that and wouldn’t let him even kiss her goodbye before the big day.
He’d described the few hours apart as agony in his vows, had made the crowd laugh and (Y/N) cry with the sentiment, and he wishes he hadn’t now. He shouldn’t have said a damned thing, shouldn’t have manifested any sort of agony into their lives because now the illusion cuts off sharply, and then he’s back in the waiting room, a nurse calling (Y/N)’s name while he plays with his wedding ring and bites the inside of his cheek, staring blankly into the hallway.
Liv’s still there for some reason, as are some other officers and Amaro, while the others hunt down the man who landed their friend in the hospital. Munch had snapped at the Captain when he told him he couldn’t stay. Fin had to lead Amanda out of the hospital by the shoulders, too stricken to do it herself.
Liv and Amaro stand when they hear the nurse but it takes Nolan a few moments to gather himself back together enough to pay attention. She tells them, gently, “She’s out of surgery. She lost a lot of blood, but only some of the bullet’s fragments hit her heart. It was touch and go but the doctor was able to extract all of them.”
Nolan’s lungs open up and he gets the first full breath washing over his body since Liv called. He must make a sound, because the attention in the room shifts to him, suffocating and inquisitive. His vision blurs for a second, not because of tears but adrenaline, his heartbeat pumping in his ears.
“She’s extremely lucky,” she continues, and she’s looking right at Nolan when she says this, like it's supposed to help. Like that’s what luck means, almost-but-not-quite bleeding out while your heart is stitched up back together. “Most people with injuries like this don’t even make it past the ambulance.”
Nolan closes his eyes in anguish. He presses his closed fists against his forehead, elbows on his knees, back hunched. It’s almost like he’s trying to disappear into himself, away from the image of an ambulance opening its doors when arriving at the hospital only to be met with his flatlining wife, the sound echoing through his brain and overriding every other of his senses.
“There’s still a long way to go,” she continues, softer, realizing she’s hit a nerve. She turns to Liv and Nick, who are paying rapt attention even as Nick walks close to him to put a hand on Nolan’s shoulder, tight and steady. “She won’t wake up anytime soon. Her body needs rest and to recuperate from the most acute of her injuries. And the doctor would like to talk about next steps once she does.”
Next steps, Nolan thinks. Next steps, the only next steps he’s aware of are those that lead to his wife, the nurse walking him to her room. Olivia and Amaro trail behind him like a couple of guard dogs, standing alert for any sign of Nolan backing out or collapsing into his grief.
He just might. He feels queasy, nauseous with exhaustion and worry. But then he sees his wife, and, really, nothing else matters.
“Sweetheart,” he says, devastated, walking to her bed across the hospital room. “Oh, honey.”
Despite his eagerness to touch her, Nolan flails when (Y/N)’s finally within arms reach. She looks asleep for one blissful, hopeful moment, but then Nolan blinks and the light settles; the ashiness of her skin, the uncomfortable placing of her body, the blank expression devoid of dreams or nightmares or consciousness.
He’d usually be embarrassed to have a witness to such a personal display of affection, but not even Liv and Nick standing tall at the door can stop Nolan from eventually cupping (Y/N)’s face in his hands and kissing the apple of her cheek, lingering and gentle. He’s afraid of touching the rest of her, of jostling her too badly, but the steady noise of the heart rate monitor is a constant, loud reminder that (Y/N) won’t fall apart that easily.
Liv and Nick linger behind him, talking quietly amongst themselves in sharp whispers. It might or might not be an argument, and in Nolan’s mind it feels like both an eternity and a couple of seconds. He would kick them out if he could gather the energy to care about it. Eventually, Benson takes a few apprehensive steps into the room, seemingly having lost whatever fight she and her partner were having.
“We’re on our way out,” she murmurs. “There’s a lead on our guy, the Captain’s calling us all back to the precinct. But if there’s anything…”
She trails off. Nolan doesn’t answer, studies instead the bridge of (Y/N)’s nose and the shape of her eyebrows, tries to count her eyelashes and catalog the bruises on her face. Liv sighs defeatedly and reaches for him.
“Whatever you need,” Liv says firmly with a hand on his arm. Still, her steady presence is undermined by the way she keeps looking at (Y/N) like she’s already attending a funeral. Nolan suddenly can’t stand her, even if she rode the ambulance with (Y/N) to the hospital and kept her semi-conscious until the doctors took her off her hands. “We’re here for you, alright? All of us, Nolan. I’m serious.”
“Thanks,” he says, voice rough and cracked from swallowing down his panic and tears. He clears his throat but it does little to clear up his words. “Thank you, Liv. For everything.”
Her lips tighten in an unpleased line, but she nods and leaves the room with one last squeeze to his shoulder. He’s being ungrateful, the fact doesn’t escape him. Liv’s the one who found her, who held her hand in the ambulance before they drove her off to surgery. Nolan owes Benson his life.
The thought alone makes him so nauseous he has to clench his eyes shut, jaw tight, entire body trembling. God, what would he have done? What will he do, if something happens to (Y/N)? She isn’t out of the woods yet and if something goes wrong, if her body decides to cave in, if the wound gets infected, if there’s something they didn’t catch, if, if, if, if–
He lifts his head and catches his wife’s face, lax and motionless. Once again, the panic settles. He hasn’t gotten the chance to let it unfold the way it needs to.
“I finally got you on your own,” Nolan says, soft, careful not to disturb the semblance of peace in the room. (Y/N) doesn’t answer, no matter how badly Nolan wants her to. “You’re very popular. A tough one to find these days, you know.”
She wasn’t even supposed to be in today. Cragen had called mere hours after they’d gone to bed– at the same time for the first time in weeks– and Nolan had done his best to stay up after the phone rang and (Y/N) began quickly getting ready. She’d kneeled next to his side of the bed and Nolan had leaned in to kiss her without thought, an automatic notion he wishes he’d paid more attention to now.
I’ll call you when I can, she nudged her nose against his temple before pressing a kiss there. Nolan had already been half asleep at that point. Love you.
Love you back, Nolan mumbled, jutting his chin forward blindly. One more.
He continues as if (Y/N) had spoken. “You’ve got half of the NYPD out there waiting on you. The nurses are rioting, but I don’t think anyone’ll leave until you wake up.”
Nolan’s voice loses the battle, it breaks right at the end of his sentence and so does his composure, eyes burning with tears that for some goddamned reason just won’t fall.
“Please,” he begs to the sky, to God, to no one. “Please, please, please. Wake up.”
He presses his forehead to his wife’s limp hand maybe a little too harshly. Even if the skin is cold and her grip is nonexistent, the relief the touch brings Nolan has him sobbing.
An hour ago she was in surgery, out of reach and sight even if she was already getting help.
Three hours ago she was bleeding out in some alleyway in Queens, struggling for her radio to call for help. Seven hours ago she was kissing him goodbye, smiling against his mouth despite the dark nature of the sudden case because Nolan kept pulling her in for one more kiss.
One more, one more, one more, his pleads begs now. Wake up and give me one more, sweetheart, come on now.
“Please, honey,” he whispers, wet and nasal with emotion. “I’m not ready for this. I’m not ready yet, I didn’t– I don’t–”
The words don’t come. Nolan chokes, holds (Y/N)’s hand in his own, and breathes, breathes, and breathes.
—
Life moves on.
Nolan doesn’t cry. God knows why, but he can’t, his body on automatic while his mind solely focuses on (Y/N)’s condition. The nurses know him by name and he makes record time to the apartment and back to the hospital for showers and quick naps, some food for the little appetite he has.
He doesn’t even think to be offended when his boss places him on indefinite leave. Nolan can’t bring himself to care, he would’ve stacked up every sick day and vacation time available to stay at (Y/N)’s side as much as he could anyway.
The squad offers to stand guard almost daily, which Nolan appreciates, but his object permanence has gone to shit. Whenever he doesn’t have eyes on (Y/N) his panic rises again like a tidal wave, never quite crashing but dwindling whenever he sits next to her at the hospital, hand on her ankle or arm or somewhere he can easily look for her pulse, weak but steady.
It’s desperate, he knows, and more than a little pathetic, but Nolan feels like he’s allowed. Until (Y/N) wakes up to tell him he’s been worrying over nothing he will do as he pleases.
He talks to her. It’s another coping method that borders on delusion but no one has called him out of it yet. Not even Liv and Amaro, who have caught him more than once speaking quietly into the lull of the hospital room, holding his wife’s hand and drawing soothing motions with his thumb against her skin.
Mom drove into the steps again. The ones in the driveway? They were already loose from last time and now she has Dad driving through every Home Depot in North Carolina to find the right match.
Jill sends her best. Last time I saw her she was talking my ear off about her kid’s college fund. Apparently her husband lost half of it during Tuesday night with the boys, whatever that means.
Munch says he owes you 20 bucks from the Giants game from two weeks ago? Which is weird, because you haven’t watched a full game since, like, ‘02. Not like you’re missing anything, but still, your accuracy to outsmart Munch in his own line of work is pretty outstanding.
It helps. Or it helps enough; whenever he ventures over what they’ll do once she’s awake and at home together the illusion breaks and so does Nolan’s voice. He trails off, feeling foolish, the weight of his delusion pressing on his chest.
“It’s not silly,” Munch tells him during one of his visits, the book he’s been reading to (Y/N) resting on his lap. “It’s helpful and it doesn’t hurt anyone. You’re talking to your wife. If I’d done more of that back in my day then maybe I’d still be married.”
“To which one?” Nolan asks, his lips tingling with the want to almost smile.
Munch points at him as if saying yahtzee. “Exactly.”
He’s so sure it calms Nolan more than you’d expect. So far Munch is the only other person who talks about (Y/N) like she’s still alive and thus, the only one who doesn’t make inexplicable helpless rage wash over Nolan whenever they’re in the same room.
He’s the one with him when (Y/N) wakes. She does so in a panic, waking Nolan up from his uncomfortable sleep in the chair next to her bed. It’s a sudden flail after another as her heart rate monitor goes crazy and she doesn’t answer any call of her name, terrified and in pain.
It’s awful. Nolan doesn’t think he’ll ever forget how she almost tears at her stitches mid her panic while doctors and nurses gather around her and kick Nolan out with quick accuracy. There’s nothing he can do to help and he knows it, but he’s never supposed to be in a position in which he can’t help her.
He’s doomed to watch from a glass window, helpless, as his wife suffers without anyone to reach out to.
She woke up but had to be sedated, a nurse tells him after, it’s normal for patients to be unaware of their surroundings after waking up from long periods of unconsciousness. We still haven’t been able to determine neurological damage, so we’ll have to wait until it wears off.
“Kid, kid, hey,” Munch says, oddly alarmed after coming back from the cafeteria with two coffees and finding Nolan sitting outside (Y/N)’s room, crying into his knees. “What’s wrong, what happened? I was gone for fifteen minutes–”
Nolan tries to explain but the words get caught up in his throat, his grief taking over his sense of logic. She woke up, he meant to say. She woke up and she didn’t know where she was and I stood by like an idiot to watch her suffer.
After he’s talked down from a panic attack he says, voice a mere croak. “She woke up. They don’t know– but she woke up.”
Munch sighs, visibly relieved as he squats next to Nolan, squeezing his shoulder in support. “Good. That’s good, hey– Nolan. That’s good, okay? That’s one step closer to getting her back. This is good.”
He repeats those words to himself like a mantra. This is good, this is good, this is good, and doesn’t dare to close his eyes for something other than blinking until (Y/N)’s conscious. It’s hours later, deep into the night when she opens her eyes again, groggy and disoriented, blinking into the dark hospital room.
“Honey,” he says, quiet and so, so relieved. (Y/N) doesn’t appear to hear him and a flash of fear seizes his heart. He presses the button and calls for a nurse, edging closer to the bed. “(Y/N/N). Hey, honey, you with me?”
Arduously slowly, (Y/N) follows the sound of his voice. She blinks at him, gulping and saying, dry as the Sahara. “Nole.”
It’s the most glorious thing he’s ever heard. The smile that pulls at his mouth is unconscious, ripped from him almost against his will. He goes to touch her face, hands shaky and reverent. “Yeah. Yeah, sweetheart, it’s me.”
He offers her a drink and grips her hand all through the nurse’s examination, which she passes with flying colors. While she’s tinkering with her IV, (Y/N) asks him, “Bellevue?”
“Yeah,” he says grimly, thumb rubbing soothing motions against her skin, trying to infuse some warmth.
“Shot?” she wonders next.
Nolan hesitates. “You don’t remember?”
“Guessin’,” she slurs, tired, blinks getting longer each time she closes her eyes.
The nurse pipes up then with the same explanations she’s given Nolan the past few weeks: the bullet to her heart, the long-lasting surgery, and the even longer coma. (Y/N) nods in all the right places but her head rests against the pillow and her expression remains blank, like she’s not retaining any information.
“Anyone… else?” she asks.
“No,” Nolan responds, watching how tension falls off her frame when he confirms this fact. He wishes he felt the same, a selfish part of him wishes it had been someone else; Liv or Amaro or Fin here in this hospital bed instead of his wife. It’s true, even if the thought is followed by guilt. “No, everyone’s fine, honey. Working their asses off and worried out of their minds, but okay. It’s just you.”
(Y/N) hums and then promptly falls back asleep, breaths settling into an even rhythm. It’s then that his eyes water and his tears fall on the scratchy hospital sheets where (Y/N) lays. Oh, Nolan thinks, almost surprised by them. So this is what it takes.
Nolan bows his head and lets himself cry in silence. His breath keeps hitching, and the nauseating feeling of panic he’s been nursing for weeks finally explodes. He can’t feel his hands and feet, body numb all over.
The next time he looks up, hours later, is because (Y/N)’s reaching to touch his face, tender and shaky. He snaps to attention like a soldier called to his battalion, but there’s no trouble chasing after them, no bad thing happening for once. They’re okay, alone and safe in her hospital room while nurses and doctors and visitors keep passing by just outside the door.
“You haven’t slept,” (Y/N) croaks out as she drops her hand from where she’d been gently pressing at the bags under Nolan’s eyes, tired from that simple movement. Her chest rises and falls with breaths that are a little too labored, but her eyes are fixed on her husband, worried. “Nole.”
It almost makes him smile: (Y/N) worrying about other people while she lies with a hole in her heart on a hospital bed. Nolan would laugh if he were sure it wouldn’t immediately turn into crying again, but there’s nothing funny about this. Nothing.
“‘m alright,” he promises, weak and croaky and wet from previous cries. (Y/N) looks a little too out of it, but also like she doesn’t believe him for a moment. He amends: “I will be. And so will you. You’re gonna be okay, honey.”
happy new year!!! i wanted to start the year giving you a little something after being so absent the last couple of months and i've had this piece in my drafts for ages! it was originally waaay longer but i thought i'd end it on a happy note and maybe make a part two if anyone's interested?
anyway! i hope you guys enjoy what has become one of my favorite pairings to write and i hope you had a good time last night and a great 2024! thank you for reading!
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#leo writes#nolan price x reader#law and order#law & order#special victims unit#svu x reader#law and order fic#law and order fanfiction#reader insert#nolan price#olivia benson#nick amaro#john munch#donald cragen#captain cragen#amanda rollins#fin tutuola#odafin tutuola#fanfiction#one shot
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for buddie "i can't lose you"
Hi Nolan 🥰 (I love this one!!!) (might use it in a full fic even 👀)
"I can't lose you," Buck says, his gaze focused on the fading scar. He trails his fingertips over the raised skin, feels the warmth of Eddie beneath him.
Eddie cards his fingers through the curls at the back of Buck's head, massaging lightly. "I'm still here," he says, soft but sure.
Buck sniffs. "You almost weren't."
Eddie wraps his arm around Buck and holds him against his chest, pulling the covers back over them after Buck had thrown them off in is his nightmare.
"We can't predict what's going to happen to either of us," he says, looking into Buck's eyes. "But I will promise you that I will always fight to come home to you and Chris."
Buck smiles and holds him tighter. He presses his lips to the scar that eventually brought them together. "You know I will too."
Eddie presses a kiss to his curls. "Yeah, I know you will."
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pov: nolan agreed to let princess tie him up... (18+)
he regretted teaching her how to tie knots the instant she took her shirt off. he laid there on the bed, his hands tied to the bed frame, and princess is straddling his waist. all she had on was a baby pink silk thong with a dainty bow in the middle, and the letter N embroidered in the front.
she'd been teasing him, working nolan up for the past ten minutes or so. by now he was painfully hard and aching for any sort of release. she knows it too, god she knows exactly how to tease him and make him fall to the floor. she had been wanting to try this out for a while too. she had been working up the courage to ask nolan if she could tie him up for a change and let her do all the work. originally nolan was excited to see what she could do, if she would stick with it or if she'd untie him ten minutes in and give up letting him take control like normal.
but now, as her clothed cunt softly rests on his hard cock he's actively trying to break the restraints that she's locked him in. sensually in the dimly lit room princess drags her hands up her body slowly, both hands coming up to palm at her breasts as she throws her head back. ever so lightly princess rocks her hips back and forth over his cock, the soft material barely dragging over his hardened member. he's going insane. every time she makes contact with his body he lets out the lowest moan- he just wants to flip her over and go crazy.
he studies her every move. she slips a hand down into her panties and starts to gently rub over her clit and she lets out a light sigh of satisfaction. she inches up on the bed so instead of resting over his cock her cunt is now hovering over above his chest. as best he can he sits up just a little bit and how he is eye level with her clothed pussy. his eyes never leave, he feels like he's a teenager who's just seen his crush wearing a sports bra. even his mouth is open just a little bit.
he's aching to see her fully bare. he is pulling at the restraints just so he can rip her thong off and watch her play with herself with nothing covering her up. she begins to slowly rock her hips back and forth over her hand letting out the lightest moans which is pure music to his ears. she looks down to see that he's in a trance watching her get herself off. princess pulls her panties to the side so now he can see what she's doing, but also see just how wet she is.
god she's a mess down there, she's nearly dripping onto his bare chest. he can smell her arousal, and he can almost cum from just watching her alone. the feeling of her soft thighs on either side of his chest, the sight of her head thrown back as she works to make herself cum, and the sounds of her moans and her wet cunt is almost becoming too much for him.
she reaches down with her free hand and runs it through his thick hair, tugging at it while her other hand is working to bring herself to orgasm. "i'm gonna cum nolie," she whispers for him to hear. she gets an idea that she knows will make him feral, and if anything were to make him break the restraints it would be this. she takes her hand out of her panties and sets her cunt down on his chest and starts grinding back and forth, working toward orgasm like that.
nolan lets out the most erotic moan she's ever heard when he feels her pussy on him in a brand new way. he can feel every part of her sliding across, using him for pleasure. he almost cums when she slips her honey covered fingers into his mouth so he can finally get a taste of what he's been craving for the past ten minutes. he sucks on her fingers and that brings her to orgasm. she releases her cum onto his chest with heavenly sounding moans, grinding it out on his body.
removing her fingers from his mouth she looks down at him with lustful eyes, and he looks at her like she's a meal and he's a starved predator. she's seen that look before, and god did she have fun.
she leaned down, just to tease him one more time, and licked everything off his chest of the evidence she had left. he took a heavy breath before she leaned up to kiss him. he moaned when he could taste her on her lips and tongue. nolan got lost in her kiss just like he always did. he didn't notice that she sneakily untied his restraints until she laced her fingers with his. as soon as he registered it nolan used his athleticism to raise up quickly and get her flipped on her back within a second.
she giggled as his hands touched everywhere on her body from her ankles all the way to her head. he was a starved man but he only couldn't touch her for twenty minutes at the most. he felt like a virgin, he didn't know where to start or what to do first. he wanted to taste her so badly, but the ache in his cock was mind consuming that he needed instant relief.
he used the wetness from her cunt as lube to slide inside her tight hole. "fuck you're incredible," he moaned as he rested right there for a second. princess raked her nails across his chest but nolan pulled them away instantly. "nope, you gotta see how it feels now."
nolan held onto her wrists and pinned them above her head on their large mattress. he began pounding into her, watching her body shake from how hard he was thrusting into her was erotic to him. he let go of her hands to hold onto her hips with such a grip that she would for sure having marks by the morning.
because of how hard he was thrusting a few minutes later the top half of her body was hanging off the bed. he was holding onto her hips, hitting the spot inside of her that he knows makes her eyes roll back in her head. she was letting out pornographic sounds from her mouth, letting him use her body just like she did to him. it works both ways in their relationship.
"fuck, gonna cum in you princess, fuckin' deep inside you," nolan panted as he let out a couple more thrusts before spilling out into her tight cunt. while staying inside of her, grabbing her arm he pulled her up so that now she was somewhat straddling her waist.
both of them were out of breath, nolan was leaving open mouthed kisses on her neck and chest while she ran her hands through his thick sweaty hair. "you're the worst tease," he mumbled against her skin, his hands roaming all over her back.
"jus' wanted to have a little fun of my own," she giggled, getting off of his lap she laid on the bed with nolan instinctively getting on top of her. he huffed, "your version of fun is different than mine."
she rested against the pillows with nolan spreading her legs, hooking one of them over his shoulders. "nolie," she whined, "m' too sensitive."
"don't care, need to taste you."
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