#dr. mayhew

[nicnak20]

Medically accurate; Dr. Mayhew:

*Dr. Charlie Mayhew and Dr. Yn are doctors who work side by side with each other. Their connection to each other is far more than just professional- it's just not something they're both willing to admit.*

Yn adjusted the crisp white collar of her uniform, the familiar starch a small comfort against the flutter in her chest. It was a familiar flutter, one that had taken up permanent residence whenever Dr. Charlie Mayhew was within a ten-foot radius. Today was no different. He was by the nurses’ station, his head bent over a patient’s chart, the soft light catching the warm chestnut of his hair. Even from this distance, Yn could feel the familiar pull, a gentle, insistent tug on her heartstrings.

Charlie Mayhew. The very name was a symphony in her mind. Kind, charming – yes, the hospital buzzed with stories of his easy smiles and comforting words to patients. Mysterious? Perhaps. There was a thoughtful depth behind his eyes, a quiet contemplation that made Yn want to unravel the secrets held within. Warm, patient, understanding, firm – all the qualities that made him an exceptional doctor, also made him… well, breathtaking.

Their interactions were a delicate dance of stolen glances and murmured professionalisms. Their eyes would meet across a crowded corridor, a flicker of something unspoken passing between them before one, usually Yn, would blush and abruptly look away. Though to Charlie, her eyes were like ones of glint diamonds in the night. He’d linger a moment longer, a subtle curve to his lips that sent her heart into overdrive. Even mundane tasks became charged with electricity when he was near. Handing him a file, their fingers brushing – Yn would spend the next hour replaying the sensation, wondering if his touch lingered on her fingertips as hers did on his hand. A shared laugh over a particularly absurd hospital anecdote – Yn would analyze the warmth in his eyes, the genuine joy that crinkled the corners.

Everyone noticed. Sister Agnes, with her eagle eyes and a knowing smirk, had once patted Yn's hand and said, “He’s a good one, dear. Don’t let him get away.” Even the patients, bless their perceptive hearts, would occasionally comment. “That Dr. Mayhew, he always looks your way, nurse. Like you’re a sight for sore eyes.” Yn would laugh it off, a nervous tremor in her voice, attributing it to professional camaraderie. But inside, a tiny hope would blossom, fragile yet persistent.

Her best friend and fellow nurse, Priya, was far less subtle. “Honestly, Yn,” Priya had exasperatedly said over their lukewarm cafeteria lunch just yesterday, “It’s practically radiating off you two. You look at him like he hung the moon, and he looks at you like you’re the only star in the sky. Just talk to him!”

“It’s… complicated,” Yn had mumbled, picking at her salad. What could she say? That the thought of confessing her feelings made her palms sweat and her throat close up? That the fear of rejection, of ruining the comfortable rhythm of their professional relationship, held her captive?

“Complicated how? You both clearly like each other. What’s the hurdle? He hasn’t grown a second head, has he?” Priya’s bluntness was both irritating and endearing.

“He’s my boss, Priya. And he’s… Dr. Mayhew,” Yn had replied, the unsaid weight of his position and her own insecurities hanging in the air.

Priya had just rolled her eyes. “So? He’s also a human being. A very attractive, single human being, might I add, who clearly enjoys your company.”

Despite Priya’s encouragement, Yn remained rooted in her silent admiration. She cherished their subtle moments, the shared smiles, the understanding glances that seemed to convey volumes without a single word spoken. It felt safe, this unspoken language. Confession felt like a perilous leap into the unknown.

Unbeknownst to Yn, Charlie felt a similar pull. He admired Yn’s quiet strength, the gentle way she cared for her patients, the way her smile could light up a room. He found himself lingering near her station, feigning interest in charts just to be close to her. Her blush when their eyes met sent a warmth spreading through his chest. He’d catch her watching him sometimes, her gaze unguarded and full of… something. Something that made his heart beat a little faster.

He, too, was hesitant. The professional boundaries felt daunting. He was her superior, and the potential for things to go wrong weighed heavily on him. He valued her competence, her dedication, and the easy rapport they had. Risking that for something that might not be reciprocated felt like a gamble he wasn't sure he was ready to take.

Priya, however, was not one to let things stagnate. Observing their clumsy dance of unspoken affection was starting to give her a twitch. She decided a more direct approach was necessary. Her plan started subtly. She’d intentionally create situations where Yn and Charlie would find themselves alone, even if only for a few minutes. “Oh, Dr. Mayhew,” she’d say, a perfectly innocent expression on her face, “Could you just quickly show Yn where we keep the new sutures? I can’t seem to find them.” Or, “Yn, could you take this patient file to Dr. Mayhew’s office? He needs it urgently.”

These small nudges led to fleeting, awkward moments. Yn would walk into Charlie’s office, her heart hammering against her ribs, clutching the file like a lifeline. He’d look up, his eyes meeting hers, and that familiar blush would creep up her neck. They’d exchange stilted pleasantries, the air thick with unspoken feelings, before Yn would practically flee the room. Charlie would watch her go, a faint smile playing on his lips, a sigh escaping him.

Priya’s attempts escalated. She strategically signed Yn and Charlie up for the same mandatory hospital training sessions, making sure they were seated next to each other. During one particularly dull lecture on infection control, Yn felt Charlie’s elbow brush hers. She glanced up and their eyes met, a shared look of boredom and amusement passing between them. For a fleeting moment, the formality melted away, replaced by a comfortable camaraderie. Yn found herself smiling genuinely, the tension easing.

Priya’s most audacious plan involved the hospital’s annual charity gala. She managed to “accidentally” spill a drink on Yn’s dress just as Charlie was passing by, forcing him to offer his jacket. The warmth of his jacket enveloped Yn, carrying his faint scent of sandalwood and something uniquely him. As they navigated the crowded ballroom, their shoulders occasionally brushed, sending shivers down Yn’s spine. They even shared a dance, a slow, hesitant sway where their hands barely touched, yet the air around them crackled with unspoken emotion.

Later that evening, as the gala wound down, Priya found Yn looking dreamily at Charlie from across the room. Taking a deep breath, Priya marched over to Charlie.

“Dr. Mayhew,” she said, her voice a little louder than necessary, “You know, Yn here thinks you have the kindest eyes.”

Yn’s eyes widened in horror. She wanted the floor to swallow her whole. Charlie turned, a surprised expression on his face, then his gaze softened as he looked at Yn. A slow smile spread across his features.

“Does she now?” he said, his voice warm and low, his eyes fixed on Yn.

Yn could only nod mutely, her cheeks burning.

Charlie took a step closer, his gaze never leaving hers. “Well, Yn,” he said softly, “I think you have the kindest heart.”

The noise of the gala faded into the background. It was just them, their unspoken feelings finally brought into the light. The air thrummed with a new kind of tension, a hopeful, exciting tension.

“Maybe…” Yn began, her voice barely a whisper, but she met his gaze, a newfound courage blossoming within her. “Maybe we could… talk about our kind eyes and hearts sometime? Outside of the hospital?”

Charlie’s smile widened. “I’d like that very much, Yn.”

Priya beamed, discreetly giving Yn a thumbs up from behind Charlie. The dam had finally broken. The blushing might not disappear overnight, and the stolen glances might still hold a certain charm, but now, there was the promise of something more. The unspoken had finally found its voice. And in the bustling chaos of the hospital, a new chapter, filled with the quiet hope of burgeoning romance, had just begun.

*So sorry this took me such a long time to write! I was so busy and bogged down with work and chores around the apartment. But to the person that requested this- I hope you love it, and it was everything you wanted it to be!!!! Thanks for the inspiration!!!*

[dolledbambi]

im in dire need of dr mayhew fics

[greengoblinswifey]

Super Eater—Nicholas Chavez x Fem!Reader

summary— nicholas loves eating your pussy, anywhere and anytime. based on this request.

warnings— oral(f receiving), overstimulation, praise kink, pussy worshiping.

a/n—the title is actually sending me LMFAOAOA. working on the requests slowly but surely <3

Nicholas had a devotion to your pleasure that was almost relentless. Every so often, he’d give you this look—a mix of awe and pure need, and you’d know exactly what he wanted, to eat you out. It didn’t matter where you were; he was completely undeterred by anything. He did not care. All he cared about was his tongue in your pussy.

One night, the two of you were driving back from a date, winding down a quiet road surrounded by trees. Without warning, Nicholas pulled over, his face determined and eyes gleaming. “Nick, what are you doing?” you asked, your laughter mingling with excitement.

He gave a sheepish grin before his voice dropped to a murmur, filled with that familiar intensity. “You know I can’t wait, I need to taste you now.” The night proceeded with your legs in the air in the backseat of his car, and him not caring about the slight uncomfortable position he was in as his tongue sucked on your clit.

Then there was that afternoon while out shopping. The two of you had barely stepped into a dressing room when Nicholas gave you a look that you recognized all too well. “We’re in public,” you whispered, but he only shook his head with a playful smile.

“No one will hear,” he reassured, already leaning in. “I just need to show you how much I love eating your pussy.”

At a family gathering, Nicholas found a chance to slip away with you upstairs, where he gently pulled you into an empty bathroom. You let out an incredulous laugh, whispering, “This is not the place.” But he just gazed at you, completely unbothered, his cheeks flushed with his usual sweetness yet edged with that fierce determination.

“I don’t care,” he murmured, his voice reverent. “I need to feel you cum on my tongue.”

As usual, you gave in to his need and ended up with your own panties in your mouth as Nicholas lapped at your juices. Your taste was better than anything his family had cooked that evening.

Another time, the two of you were at Cooper Koch’s rooftop party. The music thumped in the background, people mingling just outside the stairwell where you both slipped away. He had that look again, and you couldn’t help but giggle as he pulled you close. “Here? Seriously?”

With a soft, unbothered grin, he whispered, “I just need a few minutes to eat you out baby, you drive me insane.”

After each of these spontaneous moments, you couldn’t help but ask him. “Nick, I don’t get it. You love doing this more than anything. Why?”

He chuckled, a hint of a blush coloring his cheeks, before looking at you with complete sincerity. “I don’t know if I can put it all into words. It’s fucking everything about you,” he said, voice reverent, “the way you smell, the way you taste, I love watching you lose yourself, how you get all squirmish.” His voice softened even more, gaze affectionate yet intense. “I just want to make love to you like this. Make love to your pussy, show you how much I fucking love it. It’s about you and making you feel good, that’s all I fucking need.

His words though so dirty, left you feeling adored, with no doubt of just how deeply he cared about your pleasure. He absolutely worshiped you, especially your pussy. He always believed women when they would talk about the power of the pussy due to how much power yours had over him. It was like it was tethered to him, like it called out to him. Like it craved his skillful tongue the way he craved to taste and savor it too.

One night, a particular premiere you attended was packed, the energy high, and the atmosphere electric. You and Nicholas had just snuck into the bathroom for a quick breather when he turned to you, eyes filled with a familiar look of lust.

“Nicholas, no,” you whispered, laughing softly as he stepped closer, his hands wrapping around your waist. “We can’t, not here.”

“I need to,” he murmured, almost pleading, voice husky and low as he licked his lips. “Please, I can’t wait. I know you’re aching to have my mouth on that clit.” His lips ghosted along your jaw, and before you could say no again, you felt yourself giving in.

The way he touched you was always more than gentle—it was worshipful, his mouth leaving you breathless and gripping onto him for support as he’d make you feel like you were the only person in the world. His skillful movements had a way of knowing exactly what you needed, drawing out every little sound until you couldn’t think straight.

When you finally left the bathroom, both of you were trying not to laugh, cheeks flushed and pulses racing. You caught a knowing smile from Cooper waiting outside who must have heard, and Nicholas just pulled you close, grinning as you both walked away, hands intertwined.

“That was risky,” you said, breathless and still tingling.

He just smiled, leaning close to whisper, “Worth it. That pretty fucking pussy is worth every second of it.”

He loved when you were in the comfort of your own home, how he could bend you over anywhere, and anytime—not that he couldn’t and didn’t do the same thing when you were out. It’s just that being at home made him able to savor you even more. There was no one to interrupt, no reason to look over his shoulder, no reason to make it quick.

If you were in the kitchen making something in those tiny little booty shorts, your coils free and just one of his t shirts draped over you, he’d hike it up, pulling down your little shorts and burying his face in your plump ass, his tongue darting to lick your pussy from the back. You’d be standing up convulsing, your hand gripping the counter as he knelt down behind you, absolutely ravishing you like a man possessed.

He would not stop until your legs turned to jelly and you’d fall to your knees, but he was relentless.

On this particular night, something feral awakened inside him. He was always feral but there was something different. Maybe it had to do with you being out of the country with your girls for the week and not having any physical contact. Whatever it was, it had Nicholas worked up the moment you left and the moment you called him to pick you up from the airport.

He hugged you tightly, placing your bags in the trunk and you immediately noticed that familiar glint in his eye. You sighed internally, knowing this would probably lead to a session on the side of the road but you were shocked when he just drove straight home. Though, his hand remained on your thigh the entire drive, moving to your clothed pussy and rubbing periodically.

“Fucking hell you tortured me,” he began, “one whole fucking week without your pussy in my mouth.”

You rolled your eyes, staring out the window as you pulled into the driveway, not knowing just how serious and feral he was.

You barely finished your long, relaxing bath when Nicholas appeared, sweeping you into his arms before you could even catch your breath. His lips crashed against yours, desperate and needy, his hands trailing over your still damp skin as he pulled you close.

“I missed you,” he murmured, his voice thick with longing. “I missed your taste, your scent, the way you’d writhe under my touch, scream my name, fucking everything. I need that pussy, now.”

His intensity left you breathless, and before you knew it, he was leading you toward the bed. “Sit on face,”he whispered, eyes dark with anticipation. “Let me show you just how much I worship this pussy.”

You felt a shiver run through you as you settled above him, and he looked up at you with a grin, his hands holding you close as he murmured, “Perfect.” His movements were filled with a fierce, passionate need, each touch and kiss a reminder of how much he’d missed you, his hands steadying you while he worshiped every inch.

The feeling was like ecstasy, you were high in the clouds from the way he lapped at your juices, his tongue flat against your pussy then curling and flicking exactly where you needed it.

His little moans of content had you shivering and holding on to the bed frame for support.

You gasped, overwhelmed by his intensity, and he looked up, grinning as he said, “Don’t hold back, I want it all.”

You couldn’t hold back if you wanted to, his tongue was practically penetrating your hole as he shoved it inside, sucking and licking everything that came out of you.

“I love this pussy, you’re amazing, everything about you,” he groaned.

Your cries grew louder and more desperate, each time you felt like you were on the edge, he’d slow down his movements.

“This pussy is heaven, I’d die if I couldn’t have my mouth on it.”

“God, mm- this fucking pussy has me in a chokehold.”

“So tight, you’re just clenching around my tongue.”

“You’re so perfect, this pussy is perfect in every single way.”

“I could have you on top of me for the rest of eternity.”

“Grind on my face, rub your pussy all over my face, give it to me baby.”

His words had you sobbing in pleasure, and he kept you on edge so you could get even more sloppy and needy for him. Your pussy practically soaked his mouth and was dripping down his chin.

“Please Nick, I really need to cum,” you pleaded.

“Just a bit more baby, I need to have you soak me a little bit more.”

Nicholas had you on the edge for what felt like forever, teasing and taking his time, his mouth moving over your pussy with a focus that made every nerve in your body come alive. He looked up at you now and then, that glint in his eye as he paused just when you were about to fall over the edge, whispering praises and reassurances.

“Fuck, I’d do anything for you, you have me under your spell,” he murmured, his voice warm and low, sending another shiver through you. “So perfect for me, every single part of you.”

Every time you felt yourself getting closer, his pace would change, drawing you back just enough to keep you in a state of dizzy anticipation. The way he looked at you, like you were all he ever wanted, made you melt as he made love to your pussy and worshiped you.

Finally, when he decided you’d had enough, he held you steady and whispered, “Let go for me baby, I want you to squirt all over my face, I’ve got you.”

At his words, the dam inside you finally broke, and the release was overwhelming. You trembled beneath his touch, feeling completely lost in the intensity of it as he held you, anchoring you through every moment. You soaked him, your orgasm spraying from you as his face and chest was drenched in your juices. His grin, proud and gentle, was the last thing you saw as he lifted you from on top of him lay you down and kissed you softly, murmuring, “Perfect. My perfect girl.”

[fear-is-truth]

IN NOMINE PECCATI ( IN THE NAME OF SIN )

— CHARLIE MAYHEW x f!reader

tags — mature content﹒porn with plot﹒doctor + priest charlie mayhew﹒fem!reader﹒cnc﹒somno﹒oral (f!receiving)﹒unprotected p in v ﹒wc : 1.5k

THE DOORKNOB TURNS, allowing a sliver of yellow light to slip into the quiet house as charlie mayhew steps inside. with practised ease, he hangs up his coat and sets his keys down without a sound, as he’s done countless times before. his eyes fall on you, lying sprawled on the couch, bathed in the blue flicker of the television. you’re wearing nothing but a grey t-shirt, the hem brushing the tops of your bare thighs, one arm draped across your stomach, the other lying beside you. he notices the familiar band logo stretched across your chest—you’re wearing one of his shirts, hanging loose over your frame.

the sight tugs at something deep inside his chest, an ache tempered by affection.

an infomercial flickers on the tv, with over-excited voices and pristine images of miracle kitchen gadgets that promise to “slice, dice, and change your life!” charlie reaches for the remote and lowers the volume, careful not to let it die completely—its glow is enough to keep the room from sinking into total darkness. he treads lightly toward you, feeling a bit like an intruder in his own home as he crosses the room. when he finally stands by the couch, looking down at you.

he takes a moment to study you—no, admire you. your face is slack with sleep, lips parted slightly, lashes casting faint shadows across your cheeks. a loose strand of hair has fallen over your face, and he carefully reaches down to brush it away, fingers lingering against your skin as he cups your cheek. he drinks in the sight of you in the eerie blue light, noting every rise and fall of your chest, the slight flutter of your eyelids. there’s an ethereal quality of your slumber, a serenity. so lost in dreams, undisturbed by the world around you.

his sleeping beauty.

he reaches down again, brushing a thumb over your cheek, a featherlight touch as he marvels at the smooth softness, in juxtaposition to the harshness he’s known all day. you stir slightly, murmuring something incoherent, but he holds still, waiting until you settle again. unable to resist, he leans down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, lips warm against skin. then he climbs onto the couch, carefully positioning himself above you with his forearms braced on either side of your body, his weight held carefully. his face hovers inches from yours, his gaze tracing every detail—the slight curve of your mouth, the way your lashes fan across your cheekbones, the softness of your expression in sleep.

carefully nestling himself between your legs, charlie’s mind drifts (a bit morbidly) back to the icu, the patients lying motionless in their beds, tethered to tubes and machines, barely clinging to life. hours spent witnessing the slow erosion, orderlies turning over comatose bodies to prevent bedsores—wipe, clean, repeat. he’s grown cynical about them over time, but here, with you—your skin soft, alive, bathed in coloured light—he feels the difference.

fingertips trace your collarbone, meandering through the valley of your breasts,delving to your stomach and finally their destination in between your thighs. no panties, that have been your mutual agreement.

in your dream, there’s warmth, first. heavy and unyielding, a heat that settles over you like fire, burrowing into your skin like ultraviolet rays. your senses wake slowly, your cheek brushing against something coarse, unfamiliar. dark fabric clings to you, wrapping you in heavy folds, thick wool scraping against your neck and wrists like penance. your eyes open to an unnatural red glow that bleeds across the vast, vaulted space, spilling from the stained glass in vivid torrents. it bathes the walls, fills the air like smoke. shadows stretch and twist across the stone, curling toward you as if drawn by some unholy force. the air reeks of incense—an earthy, heady scent invades your lungs,

and then, there’s him.

above you, a figure looms, like a dark angel descending. his face is half-shrouded in shadow, lit only by the crimson light that paints his regal features in blood-red relief. a white collar gleams against the black of his robes. a priest’s collar, you realise.

charlie is dressed as a fucking priest.

your eyes meet, and the face of your lover is a study in contrasts, softened by the lurid red light but edged with shadows that deepen every line, every trace of restraint he’s barely holding onto. hands frame your face, roughened palms warm against your skin, and then his mouth is on yours, a kiss that is equally reverent and devastating, as though he’s whispering a prayer between your lips.

his weight presses you down, rooting you to the altar, cold marble biting into your back and only feeding the heat pooling low in your stomach. his mouth captures yours, lips parting to coax you open. when his tongue slips in, it’s unhurried but intentional, roving over your hard palate and tracing against your tongue. his hands cradle your face, thumbs grazing along your cheekbones, grounding you in an act that feels like the quiet theft of something sacred.

charlie pulls back, lips parting from yours which leaves you breathless and aching in the sudden absence. his gaze holds yours for a moment, then he shifts, hands trailing down your sides, fingers pressing gently against your hips, before he slips down from the altar entirely, lowering himself onto the floor at your feet. his hands rest on your ankles, thumbs tracing over the sensitive skin there as he looks up at you, his eyes darkened in the crimson light. from where he kneels, he seems to take you in entirely, a reverence in his gaze that skirts the edge of blasphemy.

fabric clings to you, unfamiliar and restricting. you glance down, catching a glimpse of black, long and heavy against your arms. the realisation dawns slowly, seeping in with the blood-red light: you’re wearing a nun’s habit. heat coils through you, unsettling, molten desire dripping into your loins like honey. you know what you share right now is both holy and desecrated.

your head drops back against the altar, cool stone pressing into your scalp and your spine arches in a slow, involuntary curve. skilled fingers curl in a languid manner, breaching that sweet spot inside you. a broken moan slips past your lips, and the last vestiges of your willpower dissolves under his touch, leaving only the warmth pooling low in your belly and the faint tremble in your breath. charlie continues to devour your forbidden fruit, claiming it without guilt or hesitation. each swipe of his preachers tongue in and out of your searing cunt carries reverence, as if he’s sampling something holy yet wholly his.

“mghm.. charlie…”

charlie’s head lifts at the soft sound of his name murmured from your lips, breaking the silence of the room. a slow smile spreads across his face as he watches you, noticing the way you shift, lips parted, fingers curling faintly as if reaching for something just beyond reach. licking his arousal-coated lips, he leans in, carefully easing himself back onto the couch, moving with a quiet intent. his legs nestle between yours, fitting into place as he settles. the t-shirt has slipped off your shoulder at one point, revealing the delicate curve of your clavicle. charlie dips his head, letting his lips brush against your temple. fingertips lightly graze your side, tracing the hem of your shirt, feeling the steady beat of your heart.

somehow, miraculously, you’re still asleep. carefully nudging your legs wider apart, he tilts his pelvis to the precise position. charlie bites down on his bottom lip to silence a groan as he eases himself inside you, inch by agonising inch until he’s fully sheathed inside you.

lashes flutter, a soft gasp slipping from your lips as he bottoms out, a tingling sensation spreading from the base of your spine to your thighs, his cock nestling deep within you. filling every inch of you with a sacred fullness.

charlie buries his face into the junction where your neck meets your shoulder, placing languid kisses up the column of your throat as his hips rock steadily against yours. the glorious stretch coupled with the way his hands and lips are all over you—fondling your breasts and nibbling at your earlobe coaxes out another mewl from you, tightening your grip on his shoulders and leaving pink, crescent indentations. he pauses mid-thrust to mumble an “i love you,” against the corner of your mouth.

velvety walls pulsate around him, milking out charlie’s orgasm as he succumbs to the white-hot pleasure, hips stuttering before he spills himself inside you, warmth spreading low and deep, radiating from your core like an ember kindling to life. waves of pleasure flows through you—a blessing you’d missed, returning to you as if by divine grace.

all around, the shadows seem to swell, the red light growing deeper, darker, as though hell itself waits just beyond the cathedral walls.

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[exqorcism]

CRAWLING IN MY SKIN. ⭒ STEPBRO!NICHOLAS CHAVEZ.

ㅤ┈֯⠀ ͚֯ 𝅘ྀི𝅥ㅤ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . . stepbro!nicholas chavez x bratty!stepsis!reader || fem pronouns, second person

❦ 𝓼ynopsis. .. . your step brother, nicholas, comes home hornier and more touchy than usual. you're busy with your studies, but, you know damn well — he doesn't ever take 'no' as an answer, and this time, it's no different.

❦ 𝔀arnings. .. . stepcest, pure smut; minors dni ! dub-con, dry humping, very nasty / rough sex + tons of dirty talk. manhandling, kind of forced sex (reader enjoys it, though!), pain kink, unprotected piv. anal fingering, creampie, multiple orgasms, cum eating (slight f!receiving), spanking, face slapping, spit; all that nasty stuff / 𓏸𓈒 ָ࣪ 𓂂 𓏸

❦ 𝓵exi's notes. .. . this is so dirty, and i am not sorry at all. lowk dark!stepbro!nick lives rent free in my head // i hope you love him as much as i do !! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ this one's for ya, @iamsebastiansstan @nicholaslut ♡

YOU RIP MY RIBCAGE OPEN &

DEVOUR WHAT'S TRULY YOURS.

with a half-burnt joint in your left hand and a book in the other, you sigh, eyeing the page you seem to be stuck on for two hours, now. the defeat and exhaustion seem to take over you, making your lids heavy and your head pound. or maybe it's the joint, finally getting to your brain, turning your body into a jello, until you can't focus anymore?

either way, you can't take a break. maybe, just maybe, it was too late to give up now, and you can't fail another exam — you do not want to disappoint your parents, after all. with a newfound motivation, and an image of your mother in your head, you focus on the text, cerebrating the best you can.

the smell of vanilla and sandal wood lingers in the air, filling the small space of your room that's illuminated by the fairy lights hung on the wall behind your bed. you find it best to focus when the light's not too bright, feeling best in the cozy atmosphere the lights create. you turn your head towards the ceiling for just a second, exhaling, watching the way the joint smoke lingers in the air, swirling around until fading into the air.

you don't even realise how much time passed until you hear the sound of the front door being slammed shut, making you tense against the bedding. from the loud footsteps echoing in the distance, you can tell it's your step-brother, nicholas — either pissed off, tired, stoned or horny as fuck. you roll your eyes — it's a saturday night, after all. he should be out, partying, hopefully coming back in the early morning, barely holding together and hungover; but, surprisingly, there he is, before the clock could even hit midnight.

just as you expected, he comes storming into your room, breathing heavily and looking a little absent. you try to focus on your ipad, the notes you took before you lost all motivation to study — but his presence makes it hard to concentrate. the smell of cigarettes, cologne that just screams nicholas chavez, and the musky undertone of him makes your head spin, and you try your best to not look up at him from where you're sprawled out on the bed.

“ouch, wow. nice to see you too, sissy” nicholas chuckles, and you can't help but roll your eyes in annoyance at his giggly tone. he's in a good mood, which is unusual, especially when your parents are away on a business trip.

“whatever you're here for, i'm busy, nicholas” you bite back, taking a puff of your joint, inhaling deeply, enjoying the tingle that spreads across your body. you nearly forget that you're half naked, only covered by as much as a cut-low top and some black panties — and you're suddenly aware of the lingering glances your step-brother sends your way.

“what? can't i just come by to say hi to my beloved sister? i'm hurt, baby,” he snarls, and by his tone, you can tell he's not hurt at all. you finally find the strength to look at him, letting your eyes roam over his tank-top-covered chest and exposed, bulging arms. as much as you hate to admit it, your brother — step-brother — is the definition of erotic, so utterly sexual you can't stop yourself from staring.

“nick, i'm serious. i don't know if you're aware, but some of us actually take college seriously,” you roll your eyes — a bad habit you got ever since meeting nicholas for the first time. a low chuckle escapes his throat as he closes the door behind him, slowly making his way towards your king-sized bed, not looking interested in what you're doing.

you know exactly what he's here for, but there's no way you're going to let him. no, not because it's wrong — only because you actually have things to do. and he's definitely not on the list, at least for now.

“okay, i get it,” he groans, throwing himself on the bed next to you, causing some books to fall on the ground in the process. it's your turn to groan, and you send him a dirty stare, smacking his arm away when he tries to reach for you. “don't be such a bitch, sissy. your big brother needs some help here,” he points towards the visible tent in his pants, and you snarl, not believing he actually said that.

the audacity.

“you're fucking disgusting, ew!” you scoff, although a familiar heat of desire begins to lick at your insides as you eye the bulge in his pants that seems to stare riiiiight back at you.

nicholas reaches for you again, leaving you no room to protests as he forces you to sit down on his lap. breathless moan leaves his mouth when he feels your bare ass press against his cock, and you sigh with defeat, annoyed.

“you could find anyone else to fuck, nick. i really can't tonight, besides — you don't even deserve it,” you murmur, deciding on not giving him the satisfaction — not after he denied you your orgasm at least four times last night.

“you know me, baby,” he groans into your neck, and your head instinctively turns to the side to give him all the access he needs, “even if i tried, no one feels as good as you. fuck, you know it, sweetheart.”

the fake sincerity in his tone doesn't fool you, even for a second, and you sigh in defeat when nicholas begins to trail soft kisses down the side of your neck. you hate him for knowing exactly how to break you, how to make you melt with a single touch, how to make you move around like a rag doll.

“nick, no. i'm fucking done. i need to study, and, i'm sorry to disappoint, brother, but you're gonna have to find another bitch to fuck tonight.”

the sound that rips off him is animalistic, inpatient, and nicholas thrusts his hips up to grind against your covered core. you let out a surprised gasp, hating the way arousal floods low in your stomach, but you know — you can't let him, not now. you try to slip off his lap, but he doesn't let you. you scowl, visibly annoyed now, kicking your legs into the air like a baby — a baby he thinks you are.

“you're such a fucking bitch, god. tried to be nice for once in my life, and that's what i fucking get?” he mumbles, almost to himself, lifting you off his lap as if he's had enough of your bullshit. you fall down onto the bed, arms sprawled out in front of you as nicholas kicks your legs open, forcing you to arch your back for him.

“get off me, you fucking dick!” you scream, panic overflooding your senses, mixed with amusement and lust, even though you hate to admit it to yourself. “fuck off, or i swear to god, i'm gonna scream,” you warn, but your voice breaks mid-sentence. and that's when you know — you're defeated.

nicholas holds your hips down, pressing his own flat against yours, pressing himself against you until the bulge in his pants brushes against your covered core. you scowl, half in disgust, half in total pleasure. your clit pulses where it's met with the throbbing tip of his cock, and, god — even through his slacks, you can feel how ready he is for you.

“so disgusting. a pathetic little whore. don't you know i always have the last word? do you think i fucking care about what you want and what you don't?” he chuckles, almost in disbelief at how quick you stop fighting him, letting him rock against you until you're a whimpering mess. “that's right, sissy. so shut up and take my fucking cock. be grateful for once, can you?”

nick rips your top off your body, throwing it onto the floor with a little to no care, and, to be honest — you can't find it in yourself to care, either. his soft palms run up and down your back, somehow calming, soothing; so much different from his rough, degrading words. the combination of his smell, touch, voice has you spiralling, and you feel yourself gushing, embarrassingly so, wetting your panties and nicholas' pants.

you hear an unmistakable sound of his belt clicking as he unbuttons his slacks, and they land on the floor seconds later, along with his tank and boxers.

nicholas can't help but chuckle as he pulls your panties to the side, seeing a string of your own arousal sticking to the ruined fabric. he knows it, then — you want it just as much, if not more than him, and he's willing to give you everything you could possibly ask for.

you gasp when you feel his tip brush against your swollen clit — just barely, to tease you, you know, as he loves to watch you squirm and beg. nick lets out a low growl as he watches your hole flutter around nothing, deciding that he has no patience to take it slow anymore.

and so, he pushes himself inside you with one, swift thrust, filling you so deep you can almost feel him in your throat. you cry out in pain, but you don't protest, knowing damn well he wouldn't care anyway. he doesn't let you adjust to his size, instead rocking into you with a rhythm that knocks the air out of your lungs, makes you grip the sheets hard, and you feel as if you might break in half from how roughly he's treating you.

“come on, take this dick. 's all you're good for, isn't it? being used like a toy. so fucking pathetic, sissy,” nicholas' hot breath tickles the side of your neck as he whispers the obscene words into your ear, causing you to shake your head and let out an inhibited cry. with his strong arm wrapped around your neck, cock rearranging your insides as you try to hold on to the last ounce of sanity you have left, you can't find the strength to answer.

you try to push through the pain; focus on the overwhelming feeling of his fingers playing with your erect nipples — the thing is, you can't. the line between your pain and his pleasure blurs as he pushes you down onto the bedding, forcing your head down so that you can scream into the pillow instead. the snapping of skin against skin — so obscene, so disgusting in a way — fills the air, only punctuated by your breathy cries and nicholas' occasional groans.

“no— fuck, nick, it hurts,” you blabber, reaching your hands back so that you can hold on to him, find comfort in his touch, even though it's so rough and painful. “nick, stop, fuck, i can't—”

“shut the fuck up. shut your needy little mouth up,” he spits, not slowing the movements of his hips, not offering you a hand to hold on to as his palm makes contact with your — already abused — ass, making you squeal in pain. “you fuckin' wanted this. now, take it. take it like a good little sister should,” he tuts, spanking the side of your ass once, twice, thrice — until your legs give out from the pleasure his rough hand grants you.

“you'll remember not to say 'no' to me ever again. you'll remember that you fucking belong to me. you'll remember that you have to take every-fucking-thing i give you. you think i give a fuck if you're in pain? you think i give a fuck if you pass out? no, sissy,” nicholas laughs maniacally. the tip of his cock hits your cervix with every hard thrust, and you feel yourself teetering on the edge of an earth-shattering orgasm you know only he can give you.

the rough cries he forces out of your throat only seem to spur him on. nicholas pulls you back until you are met with the hard muscles of his chest, contracting with every hard snap of his hips into yours. there's nowhere to hide, now, as you let out a sob so intense it claws at the top of your lungs, knocks the air out of your chest until your voice dies in your throat.

“please— please, nicky,” you sob quietly, your breaths coming out in short bursts. the change of angle has you spiralling, grabbing onto nicholas' forearm for balance as he rocks you back and forth on his cock, giving you no room to breathe or run from it. run from him.

“i love this fuckin' pussy of yours, my god,” he breathes, completely indifferent to your cries for mercy when he feels your warmth swallowing him over and over again. your walls clamp on him until he has trouble to continue the steady pace he set, and by the way your head falls back against his shoulder, he knows you're close. he can't help but laugh slightly, now, his fingers tracing soothing shapes on your cheek — a silent encouragement for you to let go, surrender to him completely — to stop running from it.

you know you'll be sore tomorrow, but the more the heat builds in your stomach, the less you care about the pain in your lower abdomen. your hips buck against him, and you try your best to fuck him back; feel him deeper in your guts until all you can see, smell, hear is him — your step-brother, rearranging your insides over and over again, indifferent to the way you break harder every time he touches you.

“nicky, shit—”

“that's not my name, bitch,” he growls — the sound ripping from his chest is so animalistic, so deprived of softness, it makes your head spin — due to both the lack of air and the sound of his voice vibrating through your very being. “be good f'me, yeah? c'mon, say it. say it and i'll let you cum. you wanna make your big brother proud, yeah, little sis?”

you try your best to nod, gasping, almost blacking out as his rough palm collapses against your ass again, again, again. nicholas frees your neck, allowing you to take a deep breath before he grabs your chin, tilting your head so that you can look him in the eye. a wide, open-mouthed smirk lingers on his face as he takes in your fucked-out expression.

your mascara running down your cheeks and neck, staining your reddened skin as if it belongs there — as if he's meant to make you cry over and over again. your mouth squeezed shut, lips pouting as he squeezes your cheeks together, smearing your fresh tears all over your face.

nick tuts, fake pouting at the sight of your lips trembling in his grasp. you gasp, resting your head against his shoulder the best you can, due to his powerful thrusts that push you forward, so close to collapsing on the bed — you know he won't let you, though.

“nick, shit— big brother, please,” you cry, groaning when he licks the side of your neck, claiming every inch of you without even trying, “i can't— it hurts so good.”

“i think you're enjoying this wayyyy too much, ain't you? such a slut, you love it when i hurt you? you love your big brother's dick stretching that little pussy out, don't you?,”nicholas tuts, breathless from the force of his thrusts — mind going blank when he feels your walls clamp down on his cock, and he's groaning, pulling you closer absentmindedly.

“yes, please! i love your cock s'much”, you wail, squeezing your eyes shut when nicholas slaps the side of your face hard enough to make you lightheaded. it hurts — hurts so bad but so good when he hurts you for his pleasure, letting out a growl so low it makes the little hairs on the back of your neck stand up. your eyes are wide and glossy the next second as you stare back at your brother, silently begging for him to please do it again.

“tell me it hurts. tell me you want me to ruin you,” he demands, his tone leaving you no room to talk back. you nod, and nicholas slaps you again, pushing you down onto the sheets and spreading your ass wider, enough for his cock to reach deeper inside your wet cunt.

“please, big brother— fuck! it hurts, hurts so bad!” you scream out, clamping down on his dick and creaming all over it, creating a white ring around the base. the sudden tightness of your cunt makes nicholas choke out a low, guttural moan, his thrusts slowing, but not quite stopping.

you tremble against the sheets, knowing damn well you're in trouble for not asking for his permission to cum — but in that moment, you can't bring yourself to care. the relief that washes over you is worth every bit of pain you know awaits. you sob loudly, unable to keep your mouth shut even when nicholas grips the side of your ass tightly, signalling that you should stop shaking and give everything he fucking gives you.

and so you do.

“nnghh, nicky— s'too much, stop, please” you wail — voice barely audible when his wet skin meets yours again, again, again, but you hope the exhaustion in your tone might awake the softer side of him, that, you know damn well, hides deep inside. you barely notice it when a globe of his spit lands on your puckered butthole, dripping down where the two of you connected.

“she'd been winking at me all night,” nicholas breathes out, smearing his own spit around your tight hole, and you barely have the time to register his words before his thumb teases where you're the tightest — that's why he loves your ass so much, you know.

“no, please—” you sniff out, supporting your body on your hands, shaking your heavy head as he bottoms out, fucking you slowly and surely now. you wince in overstimulation, feeling the pain take over your limbs as nicholas barely pushes his digit inside, cooing softly when you cry out. “nick, i can't anymore, please!”

even after the words leave your mouth, you find yourself moaning out, hating the way your body responds to nicholas' touch. he's more generous with your ass than he is with your pussy, you note, and you feel your heart swell at the realisation.

“so fuckin' tight,” nicholas groans out, hypnotised by the way your hole swallows his thumb alone, leaving only the tip of his dick inside your pussy to truly admire the mess he's made you. your walls clamp down on the remaining inch of him alone, almost as if begging for him not to leave just yet — and nicholas can't help but chuckle at the irony. “so fuckin' pathetic, sissy. j's begging to be fucked, aren't you, baby?” he asks, knowing damn well that you're unable to answer him — not when another, gut-wrenching sob leaves your mouth. it only makes nicholas grow harder inside you, if possible, his dick twitching at every little sound you make.

you whimper something sounding like his name when he slowly begins to rock into you, building his rhythm while he works his finger deeper into your tight ass. the sound of his voice, calling you 'baby', as if you're his and he's yours to love, to fuck, to claim, makes you tense against the sheets, your fingers gripping the bedding until you're sure you're gonna tear it apart.

“i can feel her clench around me, sissy. beg me to let you cum. beg like the pathetic bitch you are,” nicholas groans; his voice sounds stranded, as if he's barely holding himself back; the truth is, he's so close to the earth-shattering orgasm that already begins to lick at his insides.

“nicky, please, shit! you feel so good, don't stop, don't stop, please!” you scream, glad that the two of you are home alone, otherwise, you're sure you'd get caught long ago.

he loves this version of you — so submissive, so polite, so adorable — even though he'd never admit it out loud — drooling onto the sheets, barely holding yourself together when nicholas' thrusts get more brutal, even more painful. he groans shamelessly now, reaching down to tangle his long fingers in your hair, pulling you back until you meet his strong chest heaving behind you.

“such a good girl. wish you were always this polite," he laughs breathlessly, tilting your head so that he can kiss you, even though it's more of a tongues rolling together and teeth clicking than anything. you can barely keep up with the pace he'd set, and if it was with anyone else, you'd be embarrassed by the sounds leaving your throat. but it's nicholas — your big brother, the only man figure you ever had, you'd ever need. you're safe with him, you remind yourself, i'm safe with him. even when he forces your head further back, nearly causing your neck to snap.

you're safe.

the combination of his relentless thrusts, his thumb knuckle deep in your ass, the roughness of his touch and the wet exchange of saliva — it's all too much, and your head spins with the overwhelming pleasure. you teeter on the edge of overstimulation and another orgasm, wanting nothing more to scream until your lungs give out.

“you want me to cum inside, sissy?” nicholas asks mindlessly in between kisses, chuckling when you chase after his mouth as if you can't bear being away from him for a second longer. you whimper, nodding the best you can, gripping onto his forearm for balance. your pussy and ass clench around him, begging for him to please cum inside you, fill you up until you're full and leaking his cum. and nicholas seems to know exactly what's going on in your mind.

“maybe it'll take this time, yeah? gonna pump you nice and full, and you're gonna swell up with my babies, is that what you want, bitch?” he groans, pulling you back so that he can inspect your face, silently searching for any kind of hesitation. your blissed out expression only makes him chuckle in disbelief — you know damn well, though, he doesn't care if you truly want this or not.

his thumb splits your little hole open, along with his cock, working hard to rearrange your insides until you feel like the shell of a girl you were before you met him. when you meet nicholas' demanding gaze again, you feel your walls clamp around him, the funny feeling in your tummy beginning to spread all across your body, turning your mind into a jello.

“go on, cum for me. show me how much you love this fucking cock. how much you love me,” nick pants, a hint of desperation in his tone as he scans your face, feeling himself tether on the very edge; his thrusts becoming sloppy as he loses his rhythm.

“yes, yes, yes! oh my god, i love you— i love you so much, big brother! please, please, oh my—”

he doesn't let you finish. before you know it, he's claiming your lips in a bruising kiss, moaning into your mouth with no inhibition, gripping your hips with both hands as he lets go, painting your walls white. nicholas' orgasm triggers your own, and you cry loudly, clamping down on his dick as if to prevent him from leaving.

the feeling of his fresh load spurting against your walls is like nothing you could experience with anyone else, you realise. with nicholas' bulbous tip abusing your cervix, the veins adorning his shaft pulsing against your walls and nails digging into your skin until you're sure he'll leave marks, you can't imagine a better place to be in.

his arms wrap around your waist as you ride out your highs, drunk on each other, enjoying being close without saying another word. before you know it, though, nicholas' cock slips out of your abused cunt, making you wince.

he leans down, kneeling down to be face-to-face with your pussy, watching in awe as you clamp around nothing, aftershocks wrecking your whole body, making you fall limp against the sheets.

“push it out f'me, c'mon,” he whispers, and you obey — moaning as you do, feeling the warmness of his cum drip down onto your puffy, red clit. nicholas hums appreciatively, feeling his dick twitch as his mouth closes around your swollen nub, licking you up and down, cleaning up the mess you'd both made.

low groans vibrate against your skin, mixing with the wet sounds of his mouth working on your skin and your uninhibited cries. the pure eroticism of the situation: nicholas, slurping out his own cum from your abused pussy, moaning like a whore while doing so, makes you gush around his tongue once again, as an unexpected, weak orgasm rips through you.

nicholas keeps some of your mixed juices in his mouth, breathing heavily through his nose as he pushes you to lay flat on your back on the bed, his touch much gentler, now. he leans down, brushing his thumb against your lower lip in a quiet command: open. as obedient as ever, and with the little strength you have left, you do so, your tongue lolling out of your mouth so that he can spit into your awaiting mouth.

“good little slut. so perfect for me, aren't you? swallow. the rest stays inside, maybe it'll take, yeah?” he coos, pushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear with his pinky, watching as your throat contracts when you hum at the taste of your mixed arousals lingering in your mouth.

the next second, he's kissing you sloppily, not caring about the saliva dripping down the side of your face, his tongue rolling with yours to taste every inch of you he can get his hands — or rather, mouth — on.

he's sure you're his own personal heaven, how can you not? he surely feels like it when pulling away, taking in your pouty, fucked-up expression — so sweet, so precious, in a way, but oh, so incredibly stubborn and naive.

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I need a doctor, I think I have fever...

[multific]

In The Depths Of You And Me

Dr Charlie Mayhew x Reader

Warning: smut

Summary: You are his and he is yours.

The night was quiet, except for the soft rustling of the wind outside and the steady rhythm of your breathing. 

You lay beside Charlie in the dim light of your bedroom, the only illumination coming from the crack in the curtains where the moonlight slipped through.

His fingers traced small patterns along your skin, slow and deliberate. Every touch was a promise, gentle yet filled with an intensity that made your heart race.

You could feel his breath against your neck, warm and steady, as he shifted closer to you. His lips brushed over your shoulder, a whisper of a kiss, before his hand slid to your waist, pulling you gently into him.

You turned your face toward him, meeting his eyes. 

There was tenderness there, but also a hunger, a need that was only ever expressed in private, when the world didn’t exist, and the only thing that mattered was the two of you.

“You’re everything to me,” he said with a low voice. Meant only for you to hear.

The words slipped past his lips so effortlessly, so sincerely. 

He wasn’t just saying it, he meant it. His devotion evident in his eyes and words.

His thumb brushed over the curve of your waist, making you shiver. You leaned in, pressing your lips to his in a slow, lingering kiss. The taste of him was intoxicating, familiar, yet always new. 

He kissed you like it was the first time, slow and savouring, like he couldn’t get enough of you like he was memorizing every part of you.

You let yourself melt into him, into the softness of his touch, into the warmth of his embrace. 

Your hand slid up to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under his shirt as if you could feel the depth of his love for you.

“Charlie,” you breathed against his lips, and the sound of your voice, desperate and wanting, seemed to ignite something within him.

His hand slid lower, gently cupping the curve of your hip, his fingers brushing over the softness of your skin. 

You shivered at the contact, the heat between you growing.

“I need you,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly as you pressed yourself closer to him.

And that was all it took.

His kiss deepened, hungry now, desperate in its urgency. 

His hands, once gentle, became insistent, pulling you closer as he explored the warmth of your body, his fingers tracing every curve, every inch of skin as if committing it to memory.

The air in the room shifted, the air growing thick with the weight of unspoken words. 

His kisses were no longer soft, they were passionate, and demanding, as if he was trying to pull you into him, to make you feel every ounce of his longing.

He broke away from your lips, breathless, his hands roaming down to your thighs, pushing your legs apart gently. 

The look in his eyes was wild now, and you saw the raw hunger he tried to suppress whenever he was near you, the need to possess you, body and soul.

“I need to feel you,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “I need you to know that I am yours, completely. In every way. Always.”

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest as he took your mouth again, more forcefully this time. 

You could feel the weight of his words in the way his hands moved over you, in the way his lips claimed yours with increasing intensity.

His body pressed against yours, the heat of him overwhelming, as his hands worked to remove the clothes between you. 

Your breath quickened, your pulse racing as his fingers explored, finding the places that made you gasp, that made you ache for more.

Everything about him was overwhelming, his touch, his voice, the way he made you feel so completely, so utterly his.

And as he moved over you, his touch no longer gentle but desperate, you felt the walls between your hearts crumble. 

It wasn’t just about the physical act, it was about him proving, with every touch, every kiss, how much he needed you.

His hand moved under your body, lifting you slightly as he pressed himself between your legs, the weight of him settling into you in a way that felt almost too much to bear. 

You gasped, the sensation intense, electric.

“I want you,” Charlie growled, his voice thick with desire. “I want all of you. I need you like I’ve never needed anyone before.”

His words shattered any remnants of hesitation you had left, and you met him with equal passion, your body moving in time with his, the rhythm growing faster, harder. 

The connection between you both was like nothing else, every touch, every kiss, every movement was charged with raw emotion.

You could feel his love in every stroke, every gasp, every whisper of your name.

And then, as the world around you seemed to blur, the heat between you both reached its peak, your bodies moving together in perfect sync, desperate, urgent, as though nothing in the world mattered more than the two of you, right here, right now.

You cried out, your body trembling, as the overwhelming sensation of him overtook you, you reached your height. 

Charlie wasn’t far behind, his name leaving your lips as he collapsed against you, breathless, his hands holding you close as if he were afraid to let go.

For a long time, neither of you moved. You stayed tangled together, heartbeats slowly returning to normal, the room once again filled with quiet.

Finally, Charlie spoke, his voice hoarse. “I love you. I will always love you, in every way possible.”

You smiled softly, your fingers threading through his hair as you pulled him closer, your heart swelling with a love that felt just as endless. “And I love you, always.”

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Whispers in the Ward

doctorcharliemayhewxnursereader

a/n: I wanted to write about Dr. Charlie even tho I love father charlie. Sooo this is kinda following the plot but y/n and charlie were together in Lois coma…. not proofread

Dr. Charlie Mayhew was a dedicated and skilled physician, known for his calm demeanor and exceptional care. Me, equally committed and compassionate, worked alongside him in the bustling hospital. We had a great professional relationship, often relying on each other during the most challenging cases.

One day, we were assigned to care for a patient named Mrs. Lois Tryon , who had been in a coma for several weeks. Miraculously, Mrs. Tryon woke up one afternoon when Dr. Charlie was assigned to pass her on, much to the delight of Charlie and I. As she slowly regained her strength, she began sharing vivid dreams she had experienced during her coma to a specialist.

"You two were always together in her dreams," the specialist told us."It was like you were a couple, always by each other's side, as a priest and detective, but in some perverted ways.” Charlie and Lauren exchanged amused glances, at the specialist comments. "Well, we're just good colleagues," Charlie said, smiling. I felt a little pit in my stomach when he said that.

As the days went by, the specialist words lingered in my mind. I found myself thinking about him more often, noticing little things I hadn't before. Sure charlie is an attractive guy but I never thought I’d be with him in that way. He’s my boss, I appreciated Charlie's wisdom and gentle nature.

One evening, after a particularly long shift, we ended up in elevator together. As the elevator doors slid shut, the air between Dr. Charlie and me crackled with unspoken tension. “Maybe Mrs. Tryon was onto something," Charlie said, breaking the comfortable silence. "I've been thinking a lot about what the specialist told us she said, and I can't help but wonder if there's more between us than just being colleagues."

I looked into his eyes, feeling a flutter in my chest. "I've been thinking the same thing, Charlie. I really enjoy spending time with you, and I think there's something special between us." "Let's see where this goes, y/n. I think we owe it to ourselves to find out." Without another word, Charlie closed the distance between us, his hands gently cupping my face. Their eyes met, and in that instant, the world outside the elevator ceased to exist. Slowly, he leaned in, our breaths mingling as our lips finally met in a searing kiss.

The kiss was intense, filled with all the passion and longing we had kept bottled up for so long. Charlie's hands slid down to my waist, pulling me closer as our bodies pressed together. My fingers tangled in his hair, deepening the kiss as i poured all my feelings into that one moment.

Time seemed to stand still as we kissed, the elevator continuing its silent ascent. When we finally pulled apart, both were breathless, our foreheads resting against each other.

As the elevator doors opened, we knew that nothing would ever be the same.

[hearts4hughes]

present wrapping - nicholas chavez x fem!reader

holly jolly november

you and nicholas are sitting on the living room floor surrounded by wrapping paper, ribbons, and half-wrapped gifts. nick, looking a bit lost, holds a lumpy, unevenly wrapped box in his hands while you can’t help but laugh.

“okay, so… what exactly is this?” you giggle, pointing at his interestingly wrapped present.

with a sheepish grin on his face, he blushes, “a masterpiece? or maybe an abstract art piece. wrapping paper’s like my worst enemy right now.”

“yeah, i can tell.” you smile as he scratches the back of his neck. “give me that, i’ll teach you.”

half-wrapped present in hand, he shuffles closer to you on the floor. you take the present from him, removing the wrapping paper, and placing it down. as you explain to him the steps of present wrapping, he can’t help but be distracted by how pretty you looked under the christmas lights.

you and nick had always been close friends. you met through a mutual friend and clicked instantly. people joked around calling you platonic soulmates and nick always smiled, internally wishing for more. and now, with your soft voice and stunning face, it was harder for him to hide his feelings.

“earth to nick?” you snap at him and raise your brows. “are you even paying attention?”

he blinks his thoughts out of his eyes and nods. “uh- yeah.”

you roll your eyes with a playful smirk. “well, you better be because i’m making you do it yourself afterwards.”

he chuckled. you were always sassy and sarcastic, two of the many things he loved about you.

“and done!” you held up your perfectly wrapped box with a box fastened on top. “why don’t you try it? just fold and tape, it’s pretty simple.” you say it like it’s the easiest thing in the world as you hand him the roll of tape and wrapping paper.

his mouth is agape at how easy you made it seem. “you mean, try to not tape my fingers to the box?”

“exactly. small goals.” you begin laughing as he manages to tape down the paper without issue. he looks at you with a smug expression, taking pride in how he did the first step.

you watch as he focuses, carefully folding the paper like you showed him, his brows furrowed in concentration. there’s something endearing about how hard he’s trying, and you can’t help but smile.

“not bad… okay, okay, you’re actually doing pretty well,” you say, grinning. “maybe i am a good teacher.”

“or maybe you just have the patience of a saint.” he chuckles, nudging you with his shoulder.

finally, he secures the last piece of tape, then looks at the gift, a bit crooked but charming in its own way.

“there,” he says, looking at you proudly. “what do you think?”

“i think you’re a natural.” you both laugh, the sound warm and easy.

there’s a quiet pause, and you realize how close you’re sitting. the christmas lights cast a soft glow, and for a second, you wonder if he’s feeling the same thing you are.

“thanks for helping me… and for putting up with my terrible wrapping skills,” he says softly.

“hey, anytime,” you reply, meeting his gaze, your voice dropping to a whisper. “it’s actually kinda fun.”

a beat of silence falls over the room like snow on christmas eve. the two of you gaze into each others eyes and for a moment, time froze and only the two of you existed. nicholas’s eyes flickered between yours and your lips.

without another word, he leans in, his lips brushing yours in a gentle, unexpected kiss that feels like it’s been waiting to happen for a long time. it’s soft, warm, and perfectly timed, just like everything else tonight.

he pulls back with a smile. “sorry, i-”

you interrupt him, “i don’t mind.” your face is flushed with maroon hues. you try to regulate your breathing.

“good, because i’ve been wanting to do that… well, for longer than i’d like to admit.”

you lean into him with a content smile. in that moment, you felt whole. like whatever had been missing inside of you had suddenly been filled. you both let out a small giggle, content with this now cherished moment.

[nicholasachavez]

[nicholaschavezobsessed]

I Need a Doctor pt.2

Pt. 2!!

I had to cut this short because I have midterms... and I've never written smut before so this is a trial run to see if i should advance my skills and continue with it or just stick with fluff!

word count: 1,698

warnings: cursing, smut, 18+ MNDI!!!! fingering, lots if hot kissing, suggestive language, unprotected sex (wrap it up everyone!)

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Fuck it. You don't even bother responding; your body takes over. Your lips crash onto his, taking him by surprise, yet he takes no time reciprocating the kiss. There was a sort of desperation with the way his lips captured yours, begging to be released. His hands find their way to your hips, roughly gripping almost as though to confirm that it is indeed you. His brown locs softly tugged by your hands, drawing him in closer. "Fuck." He mumbles against your lips, causing you to give his hair another tug. He groans softly, his grip on your hips tightening, causing you to slightly gasp against his lips.

Reality finally hits you. Shit. You're in public, more specifically a hallway in a hospital, not exactly the best place to act out your fantasy. You quickly pull yourself away, heart pounding against your chest as you catch your breath. "Charlie..." Your voice drifts off as you press your hands against his chest. "We can't do this... at least not here." A playful smirk tugs at the corner of his lips; his grip on your hips slips away, hands finding yours. He quickly drags you off, not a single thought running through your mind. It almost feels surreal, following behind him, his beautifully tame hair a mess. He looks back at you, a grin on his lips. Everything feels and looks as if it's in slow motion. This can't be real, can it? You're peeled from your thoughts as he pulls you into an empty room, shutting the door behind you. Before you even get the chance to glance at your surroundings, his lips capture yours in a hungry kiss, erasing any thoughts you may have had. Your hand slips between his belt buckle, pulling him against you, eliciting a gasp from the both of you. He pulls away, looking you up and down. "I hope you don't have anything planned after this because I'm going to ruin you." You press your thighs together, the thought alone turning you on.

With that, he slides his black tie off, tossing it to the floor. Your hands immediately get to work on his shirt, hurriedly unbuttoning it. In one swift motion, your shirt is slid over your head, discarded without a second thought. His piercing brown eyes scan over your hungrily, taking in your thick figure. "Not a lot of men can handle me, so I hope you know what you're getting yourself into." You blurt the words out, a hint of doubt in your voice. "Why don't you let my actions speak for themselves?" With that, his hands are back on you, backing you up until the back of your thighs hit the bed. A quiet giggle escapes your lips as you fall back, hitting the soft bed behind you. You adjust yourself, your head falling against the rough hospital pillows. Charlie's hands firmly grip your ankles, slightly pulling you towards him, a squeal leaving your lips. His eyes flicker between yours and your bottoms, and without a second thought, your hands fly down to the buttons on your pants, hurriedly undoing them, popping one off in the process. He finishes pulling them off of you, discarding them across the room.

His lips frantically meet yours once more, as though he had been deprived of this. You stretch your hands over to his belt buckle, giving it a tug. His hands fly down, belt off in one movement. “That desperate huh?” You playfully run your fingertips over the fabric of his pants, feeling the outline of him. His breath hitches in his throat as you touch him. "You don't know what you're doing to me, Y/N." You position yourself upwards, arms flying around his neck, pulling him down to your level, placing one last kiss on his lips before trailing down his jaw, his head leans back, a groan escaping his lips as you trail wet kisses down his neck, gently nipping at his skin. As you work on his neck, his hand finds its way to the waistband of your panties, slowly slipping in two fingers. His fingers tease your entrance, causing you to let out a desperate whine, craving more. "Please Charlie." You beg, back slightly arching, urging him to continue. His fingers slowly dip into your entrance, a moan escaping your parted lips. His fingers move slowly, pulling them out almost fully before dipping back in. You toss your head back, fingers clawing into his shoulders as you moan desperately. "Need more." You plead as his agonizingly slow pace makes your head spin. His pace quickens at your desperate pleas, your eyes fluttering shut as your walls clenched against him, your breath hitching until suddenly, he pulls his fingers out, causing you to cry out at the suddenly empty feeling.

"Can't let you finish that quickly. This is only just the beginning." A taunting smirk tugs at his lips as he tugs at the zipper on his pants, pulling them off quickly before diving back down to your lips as if it were the only thing he needed. His breathing strained as he pushes you back down against the bed, hands interlocking with yours as he pins your arms above your head. His body shuddered against you as your hands explored his body, tracing your nails up and down his back. "Been wanting to do this the moment I saw you." He mumbles against your skin as he works down your neck, nipping and sucking at your hot skin. Your hips buck up softly, eliciting a moan from the both of you at the contact.

"I've been needing a doctor lately; I didn't think this is what my body meant." You breathlessly whisper the words, not even sure if he heard. "I think this is exactly what your body meant." He trails off as your hand slips between the waistband of his boxers. "I think this is what you need, Dr. Mayhew. " He groaned softly, his hips gently buckling at the sudden touch. Your slip his boxers down, his length springing free. "You're in no position to tease; just remember that. His eyes darkened as he stopped all his movements. "Such a desperate fucking slut. I just can't wait to ruin you." He pushes himself off of the bed; you scoot closer to the edge, desperate to feel him inside you. Your arousal grows as his hand grips his length, teasingly rubbing the tip of his cock against your folds. "More." You beg, the throbbing between your legs unbearable. Without hesitation, he snaps his hips into yours roughly, giving you no time to adjust. His head tosses back, eyes rolling as he groans. "Fuck, you feel so freaking good." Your mouth flew open, releasing one of the most sinfully beautiful sounds he had ever heard, which gave him the green light to keep going. With every thrust, the intensity built, the longing for you the moment he saw you, getting closer to you each day. The best reward for all the pent-up desire. His rhythm picked up, each thrust deliberate and purposeful. The pleasure completely consuming you, your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to you, causing him to go in deeper. He shamelessly let out a string of moans, feeling your walls clench against him, bringing him closer to his release. "Fuck, just like that." You cry out in pleasure; your walls clench around his cock, causing his thrusts to become sloppier. The pressure in your stomach is screaming to be released. "I'm going to cum." You whine out, grip slipping from his hands. He takes this as his cue to wrap his hand around your throat, lifting your head to look at him. "I want you to look at me when you come. I want you to see who makes you feel this good." You look into his eyes, gasping as you feel his dick twitching inside you, causing you to come undone. You cry out his name as you look into his eyes, his cum coming in spurts as he fills you up. The final waves of pleasure wash over you as his head falls down, savoring the feeling of being inside you. 

He slowly pulls out, leaving you feeling full and empty at the same time. Your chests falling and rising quickly against each other, the room still spinning as you come down from the high. After what feels like hours, he falls next to you on the hospital bed, chuckling to himself as he stares at the ceiling. "That was most definitely worth the wait." He whispers softly as he closes his eyes. You take off your glasses, wiping the sweat from your forehead. "I guess I really did need a doctor." You wink playfully as you both sit up, head going to rest against his shoulder. You knew you needed this kind of distraction from everything; the state of your sister had been taking a toll on you. Charlies places a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering for a few seconds before he gets up. You follow behind, searching for the clothing you both hastily discarded. Once fully clothed, he holds the door open for you; the moment shared between you two forever imbedded into your minds, but the gentle clearing of a throat catches your attention. You turn around, facing a flustered Dr. Mayhew, his hair a mess, and his face flushed red with swollen lips. A complete mess. "So, Y/N... let me take you to a proper lunch, yeah?" You stop in your tracks, debating for a moment, the nervousness on his face clear as he waited for you to answer. "After that, how could I say no to lunch?" He laughs in relief, his arm snaking around your curvy waist. "Had me worried for a second-" Before he could finish, the intercom interrupts him "Paging Dr. Mayhew." You both look at each other, his hand falling away and he's off. “12:30 tomorrow, be ready!” He calls out as he rushes down the hallway, leaving you back to your thoughts, heat rising back to your face as you leave a flustered mess.

[nicnak20]

Balls; Charlie Mayhew:

*Doctor's orders when Charlie inserts large balls into Yn's wet pussy to stretch them.*

It was another busy day at Providence Hospital, the sound of beeping machines and muffled voices filled the halls as the staff rushed about tending to the various patients. Dr. Charlie Mayhew, a renowned OB-GYN, strode down the corridor with a spring in his step, his dark brown hair perfectly slicked back. His warm brown eyes twinkled with a gentle patient care that had earned him many adoring fans among his female clients.

He approached room 217, his next appointment. Knocking softly, he entered to find Yn, a beautiful young woman with a kind face, laying in the bed. She smiled at him warmly. "Good morning, Dr. Mayhew. I'm so glad you could see me on such short notice."

"Of course, my dear. What seems to be the trouble?" Charlie asked, his voice soothing and professional.

Yn blushed prettily. "Well, I've been having some difficulties... you know, during intimacy. It's hard for my husband and I to enjoy ourselves. I'm worried I'm too... tight."

Charlie's patient demeanor never wavered. "I see. That can certainly cause strain on a relationship. Please, let me examine you and we'll see what we can do."

After a thorough checkup, Charlie looked at Yn with an idea forming. "What we need to do is stretch and dilate your vaginal canal. I'll insert some special balls to help widen you. It may take some effort on your part, but trust me, it will be quite effective."

Yn nodded, placing her trust in the caring doctor. Charlie carefully selected a set of large silicone balls of graduated sizes. After applying a generous amount of lubricant to both Yn's entrance and the balls, he gently began inserting the first one.

"Goodness, that's big!" Yn gasped as the orb stretched her delicate walls. Charlie worked it in slowly, murmuring encouragement. "You're doing wonderfully. Just breathe through it, my dear."

He continued inserting the balls, one by one, each larger than the last. Yn panted and squirmed, her body struggling to accommodate them. Charlie massaged her thighs soothingly. "Easy now, you'll adjust. I promise it will be worth it."

Once all five balls were nestled inside her, Charlie had Yn lay back and spread her legs. "Now, I need you to push. Bear down like you're giving birth. It will help dilate you nicely."

Yn focused, grunting as she strained. Charlie watched, transfixed, as her drenched petals stretched obscenely around the oversized spheres. "That's it, keep going! You're doing great!"

For several long, grueling minutes, Yn pushed, her body quaking with the effort. Charlie offered steady encouragement, dizzy with arousal at the erotic sight. Finally, with a wet pop, the first ball emerged. Charlie caught it deftly, collecting it with a shaky grin.

"Marvelous! Just a few more." He coached her through the rest, each ball slipping out with an erotic squelch, Yn's needy passage clenching and fluttering. When the last one was free, Charlie took a moment to admire her, glistening and transformed. "Amazing. You really took those deep. Your husband is a lucky man."

Yn beamed up at him, clearly relieved and impressed. Charlie helped her clean up, his touch gentle on her sensitive skin. "I'll have my nurse schedule you for another treatment next week. With a few more sessions, you'll be delightfully stretched in no time."

After Yn left, Charlie leaned back in his chair, trying to collect himself. It had taken all his professionalism to maintain his detached air. But as her body had strained and opened around those balls, as she had moaned so sweetly, he'd almost lost control. He shook his head ruefully.

Charlie swallowed thickly, trying to rein in his desire as Yn strained and grunted, straining to expel the massive balls. Her delicate petals stretched and clenched, glistening in the bright exam room lights. "You're doing wonderfully," he reassured, though his voice was tight. "Keep pushing."

After several long minutes, the first ball slipped free with a filthy squelch. Charlie caught it and set it aside, her juices dripping from his gloved hands. "Great, just a few more!" He encouraged. One by one he retrieved the spheres as they emerged, Yn keening and shaking. Her passage rippled and fluttered, empty but so very eager.

When the last ball popped out, Charlie took a steadying breath. "Marvelous. You did fantastic." He admired her, pink and puffy and transformed. "Husband's a lucky man indeed."

Yn smiled up at him adoringly, flushed and satisfied. Charlie helped clean her, hands gentle on her swollen tissues. "I'll have my nurse schedule you again next week. A few more sessions and you'll be delightfully deep."

After she left, he slumped back in his chair. It had taken all his professionalism not to take her right there. Her needy moans still rang in his ears. Shaking his head, he muttered, "Long treatment plan..."

A week later, Yn laid back on the table, legs spread. "Ready for the next size up," Charlie said, producing five balls, each bigger than the last treatment. He slicked them with lube before easing them in one by one, watching her dilate with a pounding heart.

"Push now," he directed. Yn bore down with a grunt. Her petals stretched obscenely, inner muscles fluttering. Charlie couldn't tear his eyes away.

For long minutes she strained, face scrunched with effort. The balls budged but didn't budge. "I-I can't..." she whimpered. "They're too deep!"

"Hang on." Charlie snapped a fresh glove and slowly, gently pushed a hand into her clinging heat. "Just relax," he soothed, wriggling the topmost ball. Yn keened, body jolting. "Shh, I've got you." Blindly, he massaged the sphere, and she clenched around his fingers, a flood of juices drenching his palm. "That's it..."

Whimpering, Yn pushed, and the sphere slid free, followed by another. Her velvety walls rippled and grasped at him. Charlie worked the next one loose, fighting a groan. Remove the fourth, then the last, her passage gaping and fluttering. Yn went rigid, then convulsed, cumming hard around his buried hand.

"Easy, breathe," Charlie crooned, feeling her contract and gush. He hardly recognized his own voice, rusty with want. When the flutters eased, he pulled out, so thick with arousal he could hardly stand.

"You did beautifully," he praised as he cleaned her shaking thighs. "Excellent progress. We'll get you ready for your husband in no time."

Yn smiled dreamily up at him, still boneless. "Thank you, doctor. You're a miracle worker." Charlie returned her smile, hoping his hunger didn't show. He scheduled her next visit, then fled to his office.

Later, he palmed himself in the dark, remembering the slick grasp of her. "Fuck," he hissed, spilling after just a few strokes. This was going to be a long treatment plan indeed. Poor, sweet, unsuspecting girl. She had no idea what she did to him.

[dolledbambi]

me reading all of the nicholas alexander chavez fanfics

[greengoblinswifey]

All Mine— Fratboy!Nicholas Chavez x Fem!Reader

summary— nicholas gets jealous as you spend more time a guy for a presentation but he shows you, him and everyone else your’e his in the best way possible. based on this request.

warnings— dom!nicholas then sub!nicholas, jealous!nicholas, possessiveness, oral(f), fingering, rough sex, choking, voyeurism, praise kink, daddy kink, unprotected sex, creampie.

Nicholas had never been the jealous type—or so he thought. But the last few weeks had tested that notion in ways he hadn’t expected. You’d been spending hours with Brandon, working on your presentation, and while he trusted you completely, he couldn’t ignore the way it felt seeing you and Brandon talking and laughing together. Brandon was popular in the frat, known for his charm, and Nicholas couldn’t help but feel a pang of frustration whenever he saw the two of you together, his stomach twisting at the thought of anyone else seeing you the way he did.

One evening, Nicholas overheard Brandon talking with some other guys at the frat house. “Man, she’s hot,” Brandon had said, just loud enough for him to hear. “I wouldn’t mind spending more time with her.”

Nicholas felt his hands clench involuntarily, and it took everything in him not to say something or, worse, do something he’d regret. Instead, he walked away, trying to ignore the knot of jealousy tightening in his chest.

Finally, the day of the presentation arrived. You and Brandon presented flawlessly, earning an immediate 95%. But as you wrapped up and turned back toward Nicholas, he was already heading over to you, his expression soft but determined. Without a word, he took your hand and pulled you close, pressing his lips to yours in a deep, passionate kiss right in front of Brandon. It was uncharacteristic of his usual sweet and shy demeanor, but he didn’t care—he needed Brandon to know exactly where you stood.

When you pulled back, slightly breathless, you noticed the look of shock and irritation on Brandon’s face. Nicholas just gave him a calm, steady look before taking your hand and leading you out of the classroom with a “come on baby, excuse me and my girlfriend Brandon.”

Back in his room at the frat house, Nicholas let out a relieved sigh, his hand resting on the small of your back. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, rubbing his neck sheepishly. “I- I didn’t mean to get like that, but seeing him with you—it just, it just made me so fucking jealous.”

You smiled, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. “You don’t have to apologize, Nick. I only have eyes for you. Besides,” you teased, “I kind of liked seeing that side of you.”

He blushed, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Good,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss you, it was slow, his touch gentle but filled with the unmistakable spark of all that had been building up over the past few days.

His touch was electric, his hands roaming all over your body. The moved to your breasts, groping you as you moaned into his mouth.

“These,” he breathed, pulling away just a bit as he grabbed your breasts again, “they’re mine.”

You had never seen him so possessive and jealous over you and boy, did it turn you on. He pushed you flat on his bed, his hand around your neck and stripped you of your clothes, roughly.

“N-Nick, are you sure? Everyone’s here—.” He cut you off by pressing a kiss to your lips. He stripped himself of his clothing, his muscles flexing and you bit your lip in anticipation.

Immediately, he leaned down, attaching his lips to your pussy, savoring your taste as you squirmed underneath him and tried to contain your moans. “Fuck, don’t hold back those moans baby, let it out,” he murmured, in between his movements.

You tried to hold on, but the minute he slipped his fingers inside you, curling them to hit that spongy spot inside you, you were unable to hold back. Your moans filled the room as Nicholas lapped at your juices, his palm pressing against your abdomen. The pressure rested on your lower belly and he continued, his fingers speeding up along with his tongue on your clit.

“Cum for me angel, I want you to cum on my tongue and I want to hear you scream.”

Your back arched off the bed and you squirmed under him as your juices spurted from you and onto his tongue.

“That’s my good girl, only I can make you squirt like that. Brandon wishes,” he scoffed.

A soft whimper left your lips as he stood up, pumping his hard and thick cock. He was hard the moment he tasted you.

Before he began fucking you, he lifted you up by your neck, making you look out the window.

“There’s the asshole,” he chuckled, making you look at Brandon walking towards the house, “I’m gonna make sure he hears me fucking you, gonna make sure he hears you fucking scream my name.”

You couldn’t believe the words leaving your sweet Nicholas’ lips. It was like the jealousy overtook him, awakening something feral inside him. It left you absolutely throbbing.

“P-please fuck me,” you whispered so quietly, he almost missed it.

“What’d you say angel? A little louder.”

“Please fuck me, Nick, I need you so bad, I need you to fuck me,” you begged.

“How obedient,” he chuckled, “anything for my sweet girlfriend.”

He pressed you onto the bed by your neck again, his hand remaining around it as he slipped inside you fully, giving you no time to adjust. You gasped at the intrusion, grabbing on to his hand and he immediately halted.

“Are you okay angel? Do you want me to stop? I-it’s okay if you want me to stop,” he said, a panicked look overtaking him as he cupped your cheeks looking into his eyes.

“No, I don’t want you to stop, please don’t stop,” you pleaded, grabbing his hand and putting it back around your throat.

His demeanor shifted again, and he began moving inside you. His hips thrusted fast, pounding inside you with his hand wrapped around your throat. You could barely contain your whiny mewls as each thrust made him press against your clit.

“You fucking like that? You like when I’m fucking you with everyone here? Tell me,” he demanded.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” you screamed, your moans surely to be heard across the frat house.

“That’s it princess, that’s exactly how I want you.” He began pounding into you harder, his moans growing louder as your walls clamped around him tightly. You wrapped your legs around him, grinding as he slammed into you.

“I can feel it princess, cum for me, cum for daddy.” He had a shocked expression on his face the minute the word left his lips and so did you. It was quickly replaced by pleasure as you immediately came on his cock. He was shocked he would ever refer to himself as ‘daddy’ the term never seeming to resonate in his sexual encounters with you until that very moment. A part of him was almost embarrassed, but the way your walls clenched around him the minute he said it and you squirting on his cock erased any lingering embarrassment.

“You’re so naughty, you really liked that didn’t you? You want me to be your daddy? Hm?” he asked, still pounding into you.

“Yes, be my daddy,” you cried.

He smirked and lifted you up, hooking his arms under your legs as he stood up and started slamming you on his hard cock.

“Scream for me baby, let that fucking asshole hear that he’ll never have you like this, let him hear that he’ll never have you the way I do,” he panted.

“Daddy!” you cried out, feeling Nicholas slam you harshly on his cock. Your body quivered and you knew before long you’d be coming again.

“You wanna cum angel? The only way you’re gonna cum is if you tell me who you belong to,” he breathed, his hands tightly gripped your ass as he thrusted up into you.

“I’m yours Nick, all yours, I belong to you, please let me cum,” you screamed.

“Good girl, good fucking girl, cum on my cock, cum on daddy’s cock.”

His movements becoming more intense and the air in the room was thick with passion. Lost in the intensity of the moment, you felt yourself reaching the tipping point, his name falling from your lips loudly as the sensation built. When you finally reached that breaking point, a rush of pleasure hit you, pulling a cry from you that filled the room and echoed through the hallway. You clung to him, and he held you close, pressing gentle kisses to your forehead as you caught your breath, completely wrapped up in him as he continued thrusting up into you.

From the muffled laughs and hollers you heard from outside, you realized the entire frat house had definitely heard. Nicholas just smiled, the slightest hint of pride in his eyes as he brushed his thumb over your cheek. “I want them to hear,” he whispered, pulling you into his arms. “You’re mine, and I don’t mind if everyone knows it.”

He lay on the bed, positioning you on top of him to straddle him. “Ride me baby, please,” he whimpered. His demeanor had shifted once again, his eyes growing needy and his lips pouting as his balls were swollen with cum fighting to spurt out.

You smirked, sinking down into his cock as you both gasped. “Fuck,” you moaned in unison, the sound of your pussy squelching loud in the room.

Your knees were on either side of him, bouncing up and down roughly, chasing your own orgasm again and making him chase his.

“I’m yours, yeah? Never forget that baby,” you whispered, snaking your hand around his neck.

He moaned in response, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as you moved your hips in a circular motion, riding him.

“You’re so big,” you screamed, his hips beginning to meet your thrusts as he practically hit your cervix continuously.

You heard muffled cheers outside the room, but you decided to focus on the both of you, making a mental note to cuss them out later for standing outside.

“F-fuck baby, I’m gonna cum so hard,” he cried, the sensitivity becoming too much for him.

“It’s okay baby, cum for me, I’m yours, cum inside your pussy.”

Moaning each other’s names, you held each other close, both your bodies shaking as you came simultaneously.

“You’re filling me up so much,” you moaned, feeling him spurt deep inside you. You stayed like that for a few minutes, his cock throbbing inside you as you both slowly came down from your high.

He lay you down, still holding you close as he kissed you all over your face.

“I’m sorry if that was too much angel, something just— just took me over, I don’t know what—”

You shut him up with a passionate kiss. “I enjoyed that so much sweetheart, that was so hot. Don’t apologize, you had every right to be jealous, but always remember there’s no other man for me but you. Brandon or anyone else could never have me the way you do. I’m yours and yours only.”

“All mine,” he smiled, sweetly.

Snapping you out of your moment, there was a pounding at the door. “Are you guys finished obliterating each other at 3 in the fucking afternoon? Goddamn Chavez, you’re a beast!” the voice yelled, followed by cheers and laughter. Then looking out the window, you saw the flustered figure of Brandon hurrying away.

[fear-is-truth]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐘 . . . hc .ᐟ ⭑ 𝐝𝐫. 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐡𝐞𝐰

⟢ tags — fem!reader﹒established relationship﹒domestic fluff﹒nsfw﹒mdni﹒cōckwarming﹒smut﹒kinky rp﹒somno﹒vaginal fingēring﹒oral sex

a/n: ngl him as a doctor is even hotter to me

when charlie doesn’t have long shifts, he always picks up your favourite takeout and the two of you enjoy dinner together. chatting about your day while unwinding, enjoying the little moments before his next busy work stretch.

on nights when he has to work super late, you try your best to stay awake and wait for him, but usually end up curled on the couch, asleep. when he gets home, he kisses your forehead, and carries you to bed. he whispers in your ear about how much he missed you during his shift.

even though he’s exhausted from his long hours, you have movie nights at least once a week. he lets you pick the movie, but sometimes falls asleep halfway through with his head resting on your shoulder.

often surprises you with flowers and chocolate on random days. fancy and extravagant—he compensates for his long working hours by spoiling you rotten.

if you so much as sneeze, he’s goes straight to ‘doctor mode’, fussing over you.

doesn’t mind that your clothes take up more space in the closet than his. in fact, he loves seeing your cute outfits hanging next to his scrubs and casual clothes—it makes the apartment feel like home.

always finds time to text you, even if it’s just a quick “miss you” or “i love you.”

whenever charlie works overnight, you prepare a little care package for him—his favourite snacks, a note, and something comforting from home like a little keepsake or a sweater with your perfume.

nsfw — mdni

eats you out at any given opportunity, laying you down on the nearest surface before going down on you. his fingers are never idle — tracing patterns on your stomach, playing with your tits, or finger-fucking you.

being in the medical field, charlie knows how to use his fingers. and he loves using them to pleasure you just as much as you love having him use them.

explaining the anatomy of the female external reproduction system to you while he scissors his skilful fingers in your cunt.

after particularly long and stressful shifts, charlie finds comfort in releasing all the pent-up tension by fucking into you nice and deep, bottoming out with each thrust.

sitting in his lap while he reads medical journals or reports. feeling that heavenly stretch of his cock breaching the bottom of your tummy.

consensual somno. wearing an oversized t-shirt, no bra and panties underneath to allow him easy access — sleeping soundly while he eases his cock inside of you.

keeps your nudes tucked in his wallet.

kinky roleplaying — doctor & nurse, priest & nun, college professor & student etc.

MLIST  fear-is-truth 2024 — all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarise my content.

[its-me-sage]

I do in fact need that ;)