#like I think I’ve found a way that I’m okay with doing with the rest of my life while occasionally upping my safety practices during peak

[villainanders]

Also this is just personal feeling and shouldn’t affect safety practices, etc, I still end up masking for several hours most days and was for 10+ hours a day a couple years ago but to be soooooo real I hate masking so much 😭😭😭 absolutely objectively miserable sensory experience for me. And again my 10 million qualifiers at the beginning at this post stand but I do wish how miserable masking is for some people and finding a way to do it that’s liveable and incorporating other safety practices would be part of the conversation when we’re at the point when lbr we’re probably going to need to keep up our current COVID safety practices for the rest of our lives

[artemisiasmuse]

rafe cameron x sweet virgin!reader

she told you she celibate but she told me I can nail her shit

cw: mdni 18+, virgin!reader but has some other experience, lowkey a freak tho, toxic rafe, corruption kink : >, size kink, first times, rafe goes a lil crazy, sweetie pie reader x insane yandere bf rafe is lowkey my favorite trope

~ 6k words

a/n: happy valentine’s day my loves <3 i didn’t read this over and i’m so sorry if there’s hella mistakes i will fix it later! this may or not be self-insert yes even that part

the trouble all began with sarah cameron and her big mouth. well really both of you were to blame, but you’d think she would be quieter when her older brother was lurking around. you were older than her by a few years, closer to his age than hers, not that it mattered though, rafe treated you like you were practically wheezie’s age. you didn’t let it sting you any more you had long gotten over trying to be seen as a woman in rafe cameron’s eyes. or maybe you just stopped watching him, he’s always noticed you but you felt out reach, until now. when he overhears his sister’s words he almost breaks the glass of water he’s holding.

“a virgin at 19 looking like you do is insane” sarah looked you up and down as you tried on the dress you’d bought together at the mall. you got shy at her words, you knew she wasn’t judging you but instead genuinely in disbelief that men weren’t throwing themselves at you. you had long mastered the art of looking unapproachable and uninterested after too many bad experiences.

“stoppp is it so hard to believe, you know how bad it’s been for me?” he really hopes no one sees him leaning against the wall next to his sister’s door, he’d look like such a weirdo. wheezie would never let him live this down, she’d barely held back on letting his little crush slip before. if sarah ever found out he’d be in another hell.

“fuck you’re right, if they can’t make you come what’s the point?” rafe winced at his sister’s words, willing away the temptation to gag. he was trying to focus on the fact that no guy had made you come before instead.

“you’re awful, but i’m done with men for a long time. im gonna focus on college and not waste time on them.” he relished in the twisted feeling that no one could touch you, even if the losers before had a chance they clearly couldn’t cut it.

“righttt being in a dorm filled with horny guys is gonna make that easier.” sarah deadpanned and you shoved her, seeing her point. you hadn’t thought about it like that.

“okay leave me alone i’ve been successful so far”

“oh my god speak of the devil, john b’s calling me over, can you cover for me? i’ll be back in like two hours max, promise.” you were a little disappointed she was leaving you but you knew how difficult it was for her to see him without someone covering for her. you nodded and pulled out your phone.

“fine but i’m ordering pizza,” rafe didn’t know if he should be terrified or elated that you two would be home alone for two hours. why did it have to be today that the rest of his family fucked off? was this divine intervention?

“save me a slice!” rafe could hear his sister rustling around, getting ready to go, so he did the same.

“you’re gonna be too busy eating di-“ rafe promptly ran off at that. he’d heard enough, his imagination would run wild with this new information.

it was half an hour later when, like clockwork, rafe made sure to be near the front door for the pizza delivery. he paid and tipped the guy, while you were making your way down at the sound of the doorbell. he hurries back upstairs, nearly running into you on the stairs. your eyes trace his pretty features and then land on the box in his hands, shock and horror cascading your face. rafe can’t believe that you look so good even now, you’re wearing a crop top with seemingly no bra underneath and high waisted sweatpants. to him you look like a model.

“hey! that’s my pizza” rafe laughs and continues up the stairs, you turn on your heel and follow him up. you’re kinda hangry and your pizza being held hostage is not helping your mood.

“i just paid for it so i don’t think so.” you both reach the top of the stairs but rafe isn’t stopping, he’s going to his room instead. this won’t do, he’ll lock the door and slam it in your face, you quickly move to stand in front of him blocking the path to his doorway. rafe thinks it’s cute that you think that would stop him, he feels a bit stir crazy over how small you look gazing up at him

“i’ll pay you back!” your hands shoot up against the doorframe, blocking entry even further. he wants to tease you a bit more but the idea of sharing a pizza in his room is way more tempting.

“nah it’s fine just let me have some.” you release your blockade and let him move past you, still with his-your pizza in his hold, following him mindlessly. if you were less hungry you would’ve realized eating pizza with your longtime crush and best friend’s brother in his room sitting on his bed was in fact not a great idea. but that fleeting concern is out the window when he opens the box and you climb onto his bed like it’s second nature. rafe does his best to stay concentrated on the present, it’s difficult when your shirt rides up and a sliver of your stomach is displayed, it looks so soft and untouched and he really isn’t hungry for pizza, he never was.

“i was gonna offer anyways for the record.” you say it while picking up a slice and rafe mirrors your action, laughing at your tone.

“yeah sure you were princess,” you ignore the way his voice sounds, the way he says your name, the way his room smells like him and it’s making your head spin.

rafe watches you eat transfixed when you lick the tips of your fingers, he can’t believe that he’s struggling to control himself over pizza but your words are ringing in his head.

“rafe do you have any napkins?” you hold up your greasy fingers and he nods his head dazedly, getting up to grab some for you and taking the pizza box off his bed with him. you move to get off then, looking around his room, you knew he wouldn’t appreciate if you snooped through his things so you just look at the pictures on the wall, the books he has. rafe finds you standing near his desk when he comes back, wordlessly handing you the napkins.

“i always forget you have a motorcycle.” your head motions towards the helmet resting on the surface of his desk.

“i don’t use it as much now.” he leaned back against the footboard of his bed, arms crossed against his chest as he watched you look at his stuff. he couldn’t figure out why you were still in his room, were you that curious?

“can i ride it? i’ve always wanted to try.” yeah rafe might just pass out now. you don’t even know what you’re doing to him, head cocked to the side looking at him so innocently he can barely hold back much longer.

“sure but i gotta teach you the basics so you don’t crash.” rafe is proud of himself for even stringing a sentence together in response. you notice a slight flush to his cheeks and ears.

“okay that’s fair.” you turn towards him, mirroring his form and leaning back against his desk. there’s a few feet between you but rafe thinks it would be so easy to lift you onto the mahogany and kiss you until you can’t breathe. his shorts feel so restrictive and he’s grateful he’s wearing black. he can’t hold back any longer, he has to know.

"is it true?" the words come out rushed, unsure of if they should even be said in the first place. but rafe’s not a quitter and he doesn’t shy away from anything really, even if the past few hours feel like a dream he would have in middle school.

"is what true?" your head does that thing again like a puppy and he nearly keels over, you’re too adorable for your own good. his gaze flits away for a second, he has to commit. your trusting expression and your airy tone make it all the more hard.

"no guy's made you come before?" you blink in shock twice before covering your face with your hands. this must be the most embarrassing moment of your life.

"ugh you heard that?"

"yeah you guys aren't exactly quiet" you might have to kill sarah cameron in her sleep, if she even comes back that is. you don’t know why you answer him, you could have just ran away but the magnetic pull of rafe cameron coaxes you to answer.

"yeah it's true" you sound defeated and rafe has to hold back a snicker, he watches you peer through your fingers at him, watching his expression.

"well i can rectify that..you know for the sake of mankind and all" there’s a smirk on his lips as he says the words that will haunt you forever. you’re sure he’s just messing with you and you huff a breath of disbelief. did he know about your little crush? you’d been hiding it so well for the past few years!

"don't tease me, rafe" you step away from his desk, moving to leave his room. even if it was just the two of you in the house you’d much rather sit in sarah’s room or watch the tv than be ridiculed.

"i'm not, it'd be a shame if a pretty girl like you gave up on men, especially for me." it’s almost as if someone dumped a bucket of cold water on your head when rafe cameron speaks. pretty girl the first time he’s called you anything that might suggest you’re not just his sister’s friend. the world spins on its axis and you try to grasp onto his words, try to understand that he might be genuine but you can’t. there’s still that voice of doubt telling you he’s just messing with you. rafe watches your expression go from shock to disappointment, you don’t believe him. he supposes it’s not that believable when he’s been purposefully avoiding you for a while. you must think he’s just messing with you, but he’s dead serious. he’ll just have to prove it.

“whatever rafe i don’t have time for your games.” you mumble it and leave his room, slamming the door a bit harder than you intended. the next few hours are torture. rafe cameron planted an insidious weed in your mind and it’s growing exponentially.

of course it’s not the first time you’ve imagined it, you’d often thought about what his long thick fingers would feel like. or how his biceps would feel under your hands if you held onto them for support. you’d fantasized about every part of him, even the tip of his nose. so the idea that it might just be within your reach had you spiraling. you took a cold shower, not that it helped, your underwear was still soaked after. no guy you’d been with had made you so wet, let alone before even touching you. it was as if the universe was testing you. a sick thrum in your body had found its way into your bones, vibrating with need and you paced in your best friend’s room thinking over all the consequences.

when you’d reached the conclusion that even if he was sincere it was still a bad idea, your phone pinged. a text from sarah that read: “i’m gonna be staying the night here, if you’re already asleep i’ll see you in the morning 🤍” with all your internal turmoil you hadn’t realized it was past the two hours she’d said. she would be out all night. you and rafe were home alone, all night. you swallowed down the lump in your throat, your heart pounding your chest. your feet were moving faster than your head, the pitter patter of your footsteps almost as fast as your heartbeat, and before you knew it you were in front of his door. you hesitated for a second breathing in deep once before knocking, the light was still on so you knew he was awake.

“yeah?” rafe did his best to hide the satisfaction he felt seeing you twitchy and shy in front of his door. you swallowed down again, looking up at him with as much confidence as you could. there was a few seconds of silence, he gave you the time you needed, looking down at you with bright inviting eyes.

“is your offer still on the table?” his face split into a grin, moving aside to let you in like you’d done before and with no hesitation you pushed past him. even the small graze of your shoulder against him set his skin ablaze. he was going to lose his mind.

“‘doesn’t really have an expiration date.” your mind was blanking at his every advance, you tried not to think about his words, you couldn’t afford to fall deeper for him.

“just don’t like tell anyone about this?” you murmured, watching him close the door behind you two and getting a bit nervous. if sarah found out you’d be in for hell. losing your virginity to your best friend’s brother wasn’t exactly a great conversation to have.

“i’m not topper don’t worry.” you believed him, rafe despite his other faults, was always respectful.

“can i kiss you?” you nodded fervently, rafe held back a laugh at your enthusiasm. he walked up to you slowly as if giving you the chance to run and slid his hands from his hips to the curve of your waist. you stood on your tiptoes, your arms going around his neck and rafe couldn’t believe this was real. maybe if he pretended it was a dream he wouldn’t be so nervous. he’d have to do just that. one of his hands cupped your face, thumb stroking along your cheekbone and your eyelashes fluttered closed at the touch. he pressed a tentative kiss to your lips.

his lips felt soft and you breathed out in relief after, as if some sort of spell was lifted. rafe kissed you again, this time letting himself breathe you in. you felt so small and delicate in his hold, he wanted to take his time with you. you had other ideas. kissing rafe cameron felt even better than you’d imagined, when he pulled back you surged forward this time, biting his lower lip making him groan into your mouth. another chill of desire wracked your body at the sound and you tested the waters by licking the seem of his lips. rafe pulled you even closer and bent down to kiss you deeper. his mouth opened and his tongue met yours. you tasted so good to him he couldn’t stop himself from sucking on your tongue slightly, making you whine in his hold. the sound flipped a switch in his mind, he wanted more of the sound, he needed to hear you say his name in that airy desperate sound again. a string of saliva connected your lips and snapped off in the middle, your breathing was heavy and his was too. you caught your breath all the while looking up at him, he held your gaze. the furrow of your brows grew deeper the longer you looked.

“we don’t have to do anything else.” him asking for consent again drew in another crushing wave of arousal, you were a lost cause. okay maybe your standards were in hell. even his cologne was better than any other guy, something woodsy and heavy, mature, not like the shitty ones you’d had to smell before.

“no-no i want to,” he’d have to ask you later why you looked so mad after kissing him, right now he had too much else to do. you could only watch as he lifted you by the grip on your waist, your legs going around his hips in fear of falling. he’d done it so casually you couldn’t process it in time. rafe set you down gently on his mattress, his weight pressed into you and your legs tightened around him. he kissed you again, already missing the taste of your lips, and leaned back. you realized what he was about to do as he sat back on his knees.

“no i-can you just come up here?” you felt far too shy for him to eat you out and although rafe respected your wishes he was a bit disappointed. he’d just have to make sure there was a next time. there were other ways to taste you anyways. he followed your lead, leaning back over you and kissing you again, tongue and teeth clashing together in need. one of his hands moved from your waist up and under the hem of your shirt, traveling up slowly until he reached the fat of your breast. the feeling of his fingers on your nipple jolted your body. usually you didn’t get anything out of a guy touching your boobs but him you were arching into his touch, huffing into his mouth. rafe loved how sensitive you were, reacting to every touch of his. he massaged the tit in his hand, reveling in how you squirmed underneath him. if you kept moving you’d feel how painfully hard he was in his shorts.

after giving up on kissing you he peeled off your crop top, trailing kisses down your neck. he bit at the skin and sucked, surely littering your neck with hickies. you smelled so sweet to him and he couldn’t get enough, biting hard in the juncture between your neck and shoulder. you squeaked at the feeling, shocked at how pleasure blurred the lines of the pain you should be feeling. being marked by rafe was transcendental.

“look at you, so fucking pretty.” you met his gaze, his eyes raking down your chest and back to your face. the compliment made your head even cloudier, you’d let him do anything he wanted already, and it didn’t even scare you. his mouth trailed lower, biting at the tops of your breasts before latching onto your nipple and sucking, biting and laving over the sensitive nub with his tongue. you writhed under him, desperate for some friction between your legs. you huffed out a breath in frustration. he took his time bruising your chest with his marks. everyone should know who you belonged to. he leaned back to admire his work, his eyes finally meeting yours and seeing your waterline filled with unshed tears. god he was being so cruel, you just wanted to come and here he was doing as he pleased.

“rafe can i have your fingers please?” he was about to take pity on you anyway but the desperate sound of you begging was too delicious to give up. he looped his fingers through yours, hands intertwined against the silk sheets next to your shoulder.

“fuuckkk when you ask like that how can i say no?” his eyes nearly rolled back in his head from your voice, he might just come from it alone. “how d’ya want them?” he knew, of course he knew, he just wanted to hear you say it. your lips were swollen from his kisses and you still managed to look so innocent under him, he wanted to mark every inch of your body so no one could touch you again.

“you know!” you huffed out, a pout on your lips that he kissed away, you still looked at him with frustration. your underwear was practically sticking to you now, you felt so warm and uncomfortable between your legs, desperate for friction. you’d never felt like this before, completely wrecked with need, unable to think about anything besides addressing your desire.

“spell it out for me, i can’t think clearly right now.” he kissed under your ear coaxing you into submission, a purr curled through you at the feeling. his lips were featherlight against you, soft and adoring and you couldn’t remember why you were holding back.

“‘wan you to fuck me with them.” it was a small mumble, slipping past your lips but rafe caught it nevertheless. his free hand hooked into your pants and pulled them down, you kicked them off and let him settle back between your legs. at least being out of your pants gave your legs some reprieve but the cool air only illuminated how drenched your underwear was. rafe’s large hand skimmed past your breasts to your stomach and rested against your waistband. he looked to you for admission and you nodded your head. instead of dipping underneath the band he trailed downwards, over the flimsy material. the ghost of his touch near your clit had you jerking under him, your hands flying to his shoulders. two large fingers pressed against the fabric, right above your opening, his fingers felt moist and he clicked his tongue at the feeling.

“baby you soaked through your panties, whose got you so worked up?” you whined, a pretty throaty sound that you’d been holding in and he vowed to pull more from you. his fingers were skimming along your opening, teasing the fabric and not quite touching you. your legs wanted to close on his hand but your hips moved closer, trying to make him touch you.

“you!” you screamed out, eyes squeezed shut as he removed his hand completely. you’d start leaking through them if he didn’t do something soon.

“that’s right me, not those fucking losers, just me.” his free hand, closed around your chin making you open your eyes and meet his. he looked crazed, pupils blown and overshadowing the blue with hooded eyes and a satisfied grin curling his lips. when you met his gaze he finally dipped his fingers beneath the band and pressed his thumb against your clit. he found it with such ease your eyes rolled back into your skull, gasping at the feeling of finally being touched. “i got you baby,” your legs spread wider for him, pulling him into you as his fingers slid through your drooling folds all the while his thumb ground against you. his fingers were so much larger than yours you could feel him everywhere. he prodded your hole with his index finger, grunting at how tight you were. streams of arousal kept pouring out of you, you needed him to do something. you squirmed under him again and rafe acquiesced, shoving his finger in. you were so tight and warm around him, slippery and soft walls hugged him as he stretched you out with one finger alone. “f-fucking tight,” he was gonna start soiling his shorts from the way you felt around his finger alone. he fucked you slow and deep, feeling along your insides for your sensitivity. he knew as soon as he found it because you screamed his name, hands clutching his arms tightly.

“feels weird,” he let you get used to the feeling, his thumb grinding against your clit. you were already feeling close and he’d barely started.

“poor pussy probably never felt this good huh?” you whimpered at his words, he was being so filthy and usually it turned you off. nothing about rafe could do that at this point. you shook your head, affirming his suspicions and his middle finger circled your opening. he was gentler this time, moving his fingers in inch by inch until you stopped clamping down. the pressure of him stretching you wasn’t unbearable but you didn’t know how you’d ever take more than his fingers at this rate. he accurately hammered against that spot, out for blood, while his thumb circled your clit. you were dripping onto his hand, coating him with your juices and the squelch of his fingers fucking into you filled the room. the sounds were so obscene you tried blocking them out with your pathetic little whines but rafe was determined to hear your soppy cunt crying for him. it wasn’t long before you felt the encroaching of your release and he knew it he could feel it in the way you clenched around him and whined when his fingers pulled out completely. one more carress of the sensitive gummy spot inside you had you seeing white. your vision blurred as you shook in your release, holding his wrist so he’d stop his motions, shivers wracked your body as you came the hardest you ever had. your walls fluttered around him, more of your release dripping down your cunt and soaking the sheets below. he was sick enough to leave them like that for the night, you smelled so sweet and he bet you tasted even better.

his fingers dipped out of your underwear and your eyes opened to watch him, probably a mistake on your part because just the vision of rafe cameron licking his fingers clean and groaning at the taste made you ready to go again. his eyes rolled back in his head at the taste, his eyes ground shut at the sugary flavor coating his tongue and teeth. he really hoped you’d let him have more later because now that he’d had a taste he wanted the full meal. you shivered at the way he reacted, your whole body on high alert from your orgasm, but even as sensitive as you were you couldn’t help but be greedy.

“rafe, can we go further?” his heart might just give out, you look nervous even now after he’s already addicted. he moves back slightly, pulling his shirt over his head and your eyes are drawn to his chest.

“thought you’d never ask.” you’re not even trying to hide how you ogle him, seeing him at the beach is one thing but in front of you, when you can touch him is another. rafe watches you reach a hand out, slightly out of range and moves closer to you, letting you touch him. your smalls hands traverse the expanse of his shoulders, his pecs, and trace the outline of his abs. when they reach the tuft of hair above his waistband, rafe has to stop you. the tiny fleeting touches make him twitch in his pants. he moves your hand to rest against his shoulder, pulling your underwear all the way off and looking down at how he completely drowns your body out.

“fuckkk can’t believe im the lucky one who gets to break this little pussy in,” he kisses along your neck, hands squeezing your waist and marveling at how diminutive you feel. he can’t wait to be inside you, he wonders if you’ll even be able to take him.

“s-so dirty” his words are heating up your entire body and you’d feel embarrassed if you weren’t arching into him. rafe moves to pull down his shorts, waiting a beat before he does.

“you sure you want this?” while taking your virginity was something he could only dream about before he needed to be sure.

“yes i want it to be you, i trust you.” you say it as normally as you can.

“we can stop whenever you want, like i said ‘offer’s not gonna expire.” you hope you can take it up even after this, maybe not even once or twice. if he could make you feel like this why would you need anyone else? then he pulls his shorts off and you start to regret your decision.

“oh-is th-that gonna fit?” his cock sprung out and slapped against his stomach, long and thick and way too big for you. you could barely take his fingers this would never fit. it looked so angry white precum dribbling down stark against the flushed pink curling along the veins and curving with him to the right. you wouldn’t survive this.

“you’ll do your best right?” you nod enthusiastically, you wanted to take as much as you could. “good girl.” oh, you’d have to explore that later. you nearly moaned at him calling you that. rafe caught it though, he knew your reactions well by now. he lined it up over your stomach, seeing how far it would go and your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. your belly button was completely covered, not that it mattered he was halfway up your torso. rafe’s grip on your waist tightened, he’d ruin you for anyone else, stretch you out and mold you just for him. no one would feel as good as him and he nearly drooled at the sight.

despite how feral he felt, he made sure you were still wet enough for him to slip in, you were. his tip pressed against you, he let you drool onto him, juices swirling with his and making a sick plap plap plap sound as he tapped against you. he’s far wider than his fingers and you tried to relax. you motioned for him to come closer, his lips out of reach and you kissed him sweetly. when he could feel you relax he pushed in, instantly being shoved out. so tight he couldn’t even get the tip in. “fuuckkkk gonna have to marry you.” you don’t even process his words and he doesn’t really know he’s saying them out loud either. he tries again, pulling you slightly onto his length and you gasp at the stretch. you’re gripping him like a vice and it’s nearly uncomfortable but being inside you breaks something inside of him and he’s drooling into your mouth. you don’t even care you want more. “doin well angel-hah-taking me so well.”

the pain is an afterthought now, you want him to stretch you and fill you until you can’t breathe. you don’t know if you’ve wanted anything more in your life. so you do the unthinkable, you try moving down his length. rafe can’t be held responsible for his actions after that.

he gives into your silent plea, skewering you on his cock and pushing past your gooey rings of resistance until he’s halfway in. you held your breath the entire time as he curved into you, tip smearing precum along your walls as he molded you to him, his veins catching on your entrance and making you jolt at the feeling. you push at his chest, the pain making you scream his name as he lets you adjust. there’s tears trailing down your cheek that he licks away. he kisses you until the ache between your legs becomes distant, it’s salty and sloppy but it distracts you enough. rafe makes the mistake of looking down, sees the way you’re gaping for him and how it looks like he’s splitting you in half and he bottoms out. the snap of his hips against yours makes you moan, he’s filled you up now and you can feel him in your throat. you swear you feel him get bigger when you whine his name pathetically, his dick twitching inside you.

it’s too much and you try running from it, shoving up the length of the bed but rafe just pulls you back down. “t-too big hng can’t-“

“come on i thought you were-fuck-a big girl,” he groans into your ear, you shove against him once more and he slips out a few inches, just enough for you to relax. you can still feel him nestled against your cervix, he’s leaking into you and your thighs are coated in both of your arousal. you tap his shoulder for him to move again, pulling out until his tip is the only thing inside and then spearing all the way back in. the feeling makes you cross-eyed, his throbbing tip bumps along your sensitive spot until it nestles against you, as far high up as it can and you think you might be coming on every thrust because you’re so obscenely wet more slick just pours out of you every time. rafe knows it’s because there’s no space for anything but his cock and he can’t help but grin, watching your pussy engulf his length despite how small you are under him. every thrust sends your whole body upwards but his grip on you keeps you close, he’s almost fucking you back onto him.

“feels good hah,” you finally murmur into his neck, wrapping your legs around his hips so he can drill into you better. his thrusts are deep and slow, letting you get used to the feeling but you don’t think you like it like this. if he’s going to ruin you he might as well do it properly. “h-harder.” rafe moans your name at your request, his voice sounds so wrecked you clench down at the sound alone.

“turned this pussy into a slut, ‘couldn’t even take-hah-two fingers now look at you.” really he’s proud of you, proud that he made you like this. although he wants to tease you he can’t hold back much longer either and it’s your first time so he’s gonna be nice to you. rafe pulls out and slams back into you setting a faster rougher pace, your skin is slapping against each other and you think he might bruise your hips. your head is shoved up the length of his bed until it threatens to bump against the headboard, he puts his hand between you and the wood, his other hand holding onto the frame for support. your legs are being bent and pressed to the sides and the new angle makes him hit that spot with blaring accuracy. a sick ring of white forms at the base of his dick and his balls are slippery from your arousal. you still have a vice grip around him, something he won’t get used to but is definitely get addicted to. the room smells filthy and the sounds of you chanting his name combined with the squelch of your cunt is pornographic.

“gonna be a good girl and come around my cock?” your walls flutter at his words, like his permission has you ready to come. you come undone with one more thrust, your cunt is milking him as if coaxing him to come. “fuck fuck fuckkkk.” he pulls out just in time to come onto your stomach, shooting thick gooey ropes onto your soft skin. the white contrasts the blue and purple that is starting to bloom around your neck and tits.

you blearily watch it happen, disappointed he didn’t come inside, but warm and fuzzy from your release. there’s one thought nagging you though as you rest comfortably on his sticky soaked sheets. “it wasn’t a one time offer right?”

“no fucking way, i’m never letting you go.” rafe looks at you like you’re crazy, he’s ready to propose. there’s no way in hell he’s making this a one night stand. after all he’s broken you in, now it’s the fun part.

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[jungwnies]

F1 GRID | finding out you're pregnant

୨ৎ : featuring : max verstappen, lewis hamilton, george russell, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris, oscar piastri ୨ৎ : synopsis : finding out you're pregnant with their baby even after agreeing on waiting a little bit before starting a family of your own.

୨ৎ : genre : romance & angst ୨ৎ : tws : arguing, pregnancy, mentions of abortion ୨ৎ : word count : 2786

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ᡣ𐭩 a/n : got this idea from watching s2 of squid games, won't explain why, no spoilers here honeyyy

ʚ・max verstappen

max’s eyes widened as the words hit him, his gaze flicking to the pregnancy test in your hands. for a moment, he looked genuinely frozen—like you’d just told him red bull had switched to making bicycles instead of cars.

“we… agreed to wait,” he said slowly, blinking at you as if the sheer force of logic could undo the situation. he ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply.

“max,” you said gently, biting back a laugh despite your nerves.

he stopped pacing, turning back to you with a raised eyebrow. “you’re sure it’s mine?” he deadpanned, though the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips betrayed him.

you smacked his arm lightly. “not funny.”

he cracked a small, dry laugh, stepping closer and taking the test from your hand to set it aside. “okay, okay. it’s not what we planned, but…” he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “i guess this is what i get for not reading the fine print in life.”

his hand found your waist, his expression softening as he pulled you closer. “look, it’s… unexpected. but it’s not the end of the world. just the end of uninterrupted sleep for the next few years, right?”

you couldn’t help but giggle as he placed a hand on your stomach, his confidence and dry humor kicking back in. “guess i’ll have to start winning every race now. baby formula might run through all my checks.”

despite his jokes, his eyes shone with something deeper—love, determination, and just the right amount of "what the hell do we do now?" but that was max: grounded, honest, and ready to figure out a solution to every challenge that was about to come flying at the two of you.

ʚ・lewis hamilton

lewis’s face fell the moment the words left your mouth. his brows knit together, and he blinked rapidly, like he was trying to process a race-ending penalty that came out of nowhere.

“you’re… pregnant?” his voice was soft, barely above a whisper, as if saying it too loudly might make it even more real.

you nodded, suddenly feeling unsure. “i know we talked about waiting a few more years, and i understand if you’re not ready. we don’t have to—”

“no,” he interrupted, his voice firm but his eyes wide. “no, don’t… don’t say that.” he stepped closer, his hand reaching for yours instinctively. “don’t even think about that. i want this baby.”

“but, lewis,” you started, “this isn’t what we planned. you’re so busy with your career, and i don’t want to—”

“i know,” he cut you off again, his voice cracking just slightly. he let out a shaky breath and rubbed the back of his neck, his usual calm demeanor replaced by a mix of worry and determination. “i didn’t expect this, yeah, but… that doesn’t mean i don’t want it. i do. i really do.”

his hand slid to your waist, pulling you gently closer. “i mean, yeah, i’m terrified. what if i mess this up? what if i’m not good enough at… being a dad?” he chuckled nervously, shaking his head at himself. “i’ve driven a car at 200 miles per hour, but this? this is scarier.”

you reached up to cup his face, your touch grounding him. “you’re not going to mess this up, lewis.”

he sighed, leaning into your touch. “i just… i want to do this right. for you. for us. for the baby.” his hand drifted hesitantly to your stomach, resting there as his lips curved into a small, uncertain smile. “i guess i’ll have to trade in some podiums for bedtime stories.”

the stress was still there, lingering in his furrowed brow and the way his jaw clenched, but beneath it, you saw something else—a flicker of hope and excitement. lewis was many things, but when it came to the people he loved, he never backed down. and in that moment, you knew he’d do whatever it took to be the best father he could be.

ʚ・george russell

george froze, his blue eyes locking onto yours, disbelief etched across his face. “you’re… pregnant?” he asked, his voice tight.

you nodded, your heart pounding. “i just found out. i—”

“what do you want to do?” he cut in, his tone sharper than you expected.

“what?”

“i’m asking if you want to keep it,” he said, running a hand through his hair, pacing the room with a mix of panic and frustration. “because it’s your choice, and i’ll support you, but i need to know where your head is.”

his words stung, and you stood up straighter. “do you think i’ve figured it all out already, george? i’m just as blindsided as you are!”

“i’m not accusing you of anything,” he shot back, his voice rising. “i’m just trying to get us on the same page. this wasn’t part of the plan, and now everything’s—” he stopped mid-sentence, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

you watched him, your own anger fading as his shoulders slumped. “i don’t know what i want yet,” you admitted softly. “but i’m scared.”

his eyes opened, the frustration melting into something gentler. “i’m scared too,” he admitted, stepping closer. “but if you want this baby, we’ll figure it out. together.”

his hands found yours, his grip firm but comforting. “i’ll support whatever you decide. but… if you’re asking me? i want this. i want us. even if it’s messy and terrifying.”

tears pricked your eyes as he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly. “we’ll make it work,” he whispered, his voice steadier now. “and maybe… maybe this wasn’t part of the plan, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be the best thing to ever happen to us.”

for the first time since you found out, you felt a glimmer of hope—and in george’s arms, you knew you wouldn’t face this alone.

ʚ・carlos sainz

carlos’s face went pale the moment you told him, his wide brown eyes staring at you like you’d just dropped the most shocking news of his life. he opened his mouth, then closed it again, clearly struggling to find the words.

finally, he let out a string of rapid-fire spanish, his hands flying around as he started pacing. “¿estás segura? ¿cómo pasó esto? dios mío, esto no estaba en los planes.” (are you sure? how did this happen? my god, this wasn’t in the plans.)

you couldn’t help but bite back a laugh, despite your own nerves. “carlos, calm down.”

“calmarme? ¿cómo quieres que me calme?” (calm down? how do you expect me to calm down?) he exclaimed, throwing his hands up dramatically. “this is huge, my love, this is a baby."

“yes, it’s a baby,” you said gently, grabbing his arm to stop his pacing. “and i need to know how you feel about it.”

he froze, staring at you for a moment before his expression softened. “how i feel?” he repeated, his voice quieter now. he took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair as he processed everything.

then, slowly, a smile started to spread across his face. “a baby,” he said again, but this time it sounded different—softer, filled with awe. “we’re going to have a baby."

“yes,” you whispered, watching as his entire demeanor shifted.

his smile turned into a grin, and he pulled you into his arms, lifting you off the ground as he let out a laugh of pure joy. “amor, i’m going to be a dad!"

when he finally set you down, his hands immediately went to your stomach, his eyes sparkling. “i can’t believe it,” he said, his voice filled with excitement. “this wasn’t in the plans, no, but… this is amazing. you’re amazing.”

you laughed as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, still grinning like he’d just won a race. “i promise, i’ll do everything. i’ll be the best dad. and you—” he looked at you like you’d hung the moon. “you’ll be the most incredible mamá.”

all his earlier panic was gone, replaced by uncontainable happiness. carlos was over the moon, and in that moment, you knew this baby would be so loved.

ʚ・charles leclerc

charles froze, his green eyes widening as the words registered. he stood motionless for a moment, his lips parting slightly as if to speak, but no sound came out. then, he exhaled sharply, his hands raking through his hair, leaving it tousled in that way you loved.

“mon dieu…” he whispered, his accent thicker as he switched to french without realizing. “comment… comment c’est arrivé?” (my god… how… how did this happen?)

you hesitated, unsure of how to answer, but before you could, he looked up at you, his expression torn between panic and guilt. “no, i know how it happened. c’est ma faute.” (it’s my fault.)

“charles,” you started, stepping closer, but he backed away, pacing the room like he was mentally replaying every decision that had led to this moment.

“i should’ve been more careful,” he said, his voice shaking. “i should’ve… i mean, how could i be so stupid? you trusted me, and now…” he trailed off, his hands on his hips, his head hanging low.

“charles, stop,” you said firmly, walking up to him and grabbing his arm. “this isn’t just on you. it takes two people, remember?”

he lifted his head, his eyes glistening, and the vulnerability in them broke your heart. “but i was supposed to be more careful amore, and now i put a baby in you.” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “i didn’t want this to happen yet. not because i don’t want it,” he rushed to add, his words tumbling out in a whirlwind of emotion. “i do. i just… i wanted to give you more. to be ready. to make sure everything was perfect… amore you deserve everything, you deserve the world.”

you cupped his face, forcing him to look at you. “charles, nothing is ever perfect. and i don’t need perfect. i just need you.”

his breath hitched, and he closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. “you’re too good for me,” he muttered, his voice thick with emotion. “but… i promise, i’ll do everything i can. i’ll be there for you, for the baby, for everything. je t’aime tellement.” (i love you so much.)

tears slipped down your cheeks as he opened his eyes, his hands coming up to cradle your face. “this baby… it’s not what we planned, but it’s ours,” he said softly, his voice steady now. “and i already love it because it’s part of you.”

he leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours, his thumb brushing away your tears. “we’ll figure this out together,” he whispered, his voice full of quiet determination. “i’ll make sure you and our baby have everything. i swear.”

in that moment, all his earlier worry and guilt melted away, leaving nothing but love and promise in his eyes. charles wasn’t just happy—he was ready to give his entire heart to you and the life you were building together.

ʚ・lando norris

lando froze, the lighthearted grin he’d been wearing vanishing in an instant. his eyes widened as he stared at you, his usually bright expression clouding over with uncertainty. “you’re serious?” he asked, his voice quieter than usual, almost disbelieving.

you nodded, your hands trembling slightly as you clasped them together. “i just found out. and… i don’t know what to do, lando. we’re so young, and there’s still so much we want to do.”

he ran a hand through his hair, letting out a shaky breath as he sat down heavily on the couch. “bloody hell,” he muttered under his breath, his leg bouncing with nervous energy.

“i mean… we don’t have to go through with it,” you said hesitantly, your voice breaking a little. “we could—”

“no,” he interrupted, looking up at you sharply, his voice firmer than you’d ever heard it. “don’t say that. don’t even think about it.”

“lando, be realistic,” you said, your own frustration and fear bubbling up. “you’re in the prime of your career, and i’m still figuring out my life. how are we supposed to raise a baby when we’re barely adults ourselves?”

his jaw clenched, and he rubbed his hands over his face, clearly overwhelmed. “i know it’s not what we planned,” he said finally, his voice softer now but still tense. “and, yeah, i’m terrified. but this… this is part of us. and i can’t just… let it go.”

you sat down beside him, your shoulders sagging. “i’m scared, lando,” you admitted quietly. “i don’t want to mess this up. i don’t want to ruin your life.”

he turned to you then, his blue-green eyes filled with emotion. “you’re not ruining my life,” he said, reaching out to take your hands in his. “this is a curveball, yeah, but… i love you. and if this is happening, then i’ll be there. i’ll figure it out. we’ll figure it out.”

tears welled in your eyes, and he leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours. “we’re young, and we’ve got so much ahead of us,” he murmured. “but maybe this is part of that. maybe this is the crazy, unexpected adventure we didn’t know we needed.”

a small, watery laugh escaped you, and he smiled, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “hey, if i can survive driving at 300 kilometers per hour, i think i can handle a baby.”

you laughed again, the tension easing slightly as his words sank in. lando pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly, and for the first time since finding out, you felt like everything might just be okay.

“we’ll still live our lives,” he said softly. “we’ll do it all—travel, race, everything. just… with a little plus one.”

and despite the fear, despite the uncertainty, his words filled you with hope. because with lando by your side, you knew you’d figure it out together.

ʚ・oscar piastri

oscar stared at you in silence, his face unusually still. for a moment, you couldn’t tell what he was thinking, and the knot in your stomach tightened.

“you’re… pregnant,” he finally said, his tone flat, almost like he was testing the words.

you nodded, your breath shaky. “yeah. i just found out.”

he let out a dry, humorless laugh, shaking his head as he stood up and started pacing. “of course. of course this would happen now,” he muttered, more to himself than to you.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you shot back, your voice rising defensively.

“it means this isn’t what we planned, y/n!” he snapped, turning to face you, his calm demeanor slipping for once. “we’re not ready for this. you know that.”

“you think i don’t know that?” you fired back, standing now, your voice trembling with anger and fear. “you think i wanted this to happen? i’m just as scared as you are, oscar, but this is our reality now.”

he raked a hand through his hair, his expression torn between frustration and guilt. “we’re still figuring everything out—our lives, our careers. a baby? how are we supposed to handle that?”

“i don’t know!” you yelled, tears brimming in your eyes. “but i can’t do this alone, oscar. i need to know where you stand.”

he stopped pacing, his shoulders slumping as he let out a long breath. “do you even want this?” he asked quietly, his voice breaking slightly. “because if you don’t… if you think it’s too much… i’ll support you. whatever you decide.”

the question hit you like a punch to the gut. “i don’t know,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “i don’t know what i want. but i’m terrified of making the wrong choice.”

oscar stared at you for a long moment, his usually calm eyes filled with a storm of emotions. then, slowly, he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek.

“i’m scared too,” he murmured, his voice soft now, all the anger gone. “but… i don’t want to lose this. i don’t want to lose you. and if this baby is part of you, then how could i not love it?”

your tears spilled over, and he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly. “it’s not going to be easy,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “but we’ll figure it out. even if it’s messy, even if it’s hard. we’ll figure it out together.”

you clung to him, your tears soaking into his shirt as the weight of the moment settled over both of you. it wasn’t the perfect, joyful revelation you might have dreamed of, but it was real. and as bittersweet as it felt, it was enough.

for now, it was enough.

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[reidrum]

doctor, doctor

A/N: the things i have planned for them.............

summary: in which the doctor meets the doctor, a doctor meetcute if you will

cw: doctor!reader, fluff, flirting, hospital mentions, set during season 5x01 (spoilers ig)

wc: 1.07k

Spencer hates hospitals.

He’s not really sure who could like being in one of them, but it’s definitely not him. The hospital brings bad memories, near death experiences, a reminder of his impending mortality—things he already has enough of at work.

Yet work is mainly the reason he finds himself laid out on a hospital bed from time to time, waiting to find out how much of the unsub’s agenda is about to be scarred on his body forever. It’s how he finds himself right now, twiddling his thumbs as he waits for the doctor to come give him an update. Today’s incident, ironically, was him getting caught in the crossfire of a vengeful father out to kill the surgeon who couldn’t operate on his son. It was only his leg that suffered, but he knows the recovery for it is about to be a long and boring journey.

Spencer’s ears perk up at a group of voices most likely a few doors down, outwardly sighing knowing the doctor and their team are about to round on his case next. He just wants to go home. Emily had been texting him updates about Hotch who hadn’t shown up for the case earlier that day, and it only spiraled further when Penelope found out he had been dropped off at the ER on the other side of town with Derek’s stolen credentials. No one’s been able to give him an update since and all he can do is sit in this stupid bed while he suffers in agony.

A knock pulls him out of his head, “Good morning Mr. Reid, mind if I come in?”

He nods aimlessly without looking up just yet, adjusting his body on the bed so he can at least look respectful while sitting up to talk to the doctor.

“How are you feeling today?” you say as you click through his chart on the monitor next to him.

Spencer sighs, “I’ve been better. Oh, I’ve been having these chest pains and I was thinking it’s probably a side effect of the Dilitiazem. Maybe it might be better to switch to—“

The rest of the sentence falls flat on his tongue, because that’s when he finally gets a look at his doctor.

You’re not what he’s expecting out of a doctor, and he swears he means it in the least misogynistic way he can think of. Quite the opposite really, as he thinks he’s definitely discovered the living definition of brains and beauty. You’ve been in the room for all of two minutes, all you’re wearing is scrubs, and yet he’s enticed by every inch of you—by the way your fingers type quickly on the keyboard, your brows furrowed whilst deep in thought, how your lips move when you talk.

Wait, your lips are moving.

“Mr. Reid? Everything okay?” you wave a hand in front of his face, “Your chart didn’t say anything about a head injury, are you feeling dizzy?”

“Uh—Um, d–doctor.” he stutters.

You tilt your head in adorable confusion, his heart squeezes in love at first sight, “Yes, I’m the doctor…are you sure you’re okay?

Smooth, Reid.

“N—No, I um, I’m a doctor too.” he winces out.

“I see, good to know,” you smile, “what kind of doctor are you?”

“Oh, I’m not that kind of doctor,” He should have never learned how to speak. “I have three PhDs.”

“Three? Holy shit, that’s impressive.”

He blushes profusely, thankful the heart rate monitor hasn’t picked up his tell.

“What are they in?” you ask with a genuine interest sparkling in your eyes.

Spencer goes bashful, “I have PhDs in math, engineering, and chemistry. Also two bachelors in sociology and psychology…and I’m working on my philosophy degree right now.”

Your eyes widen in surprise, “Are you like a genius or something?”

“Or something. I have an eidetic memory.” he smiles sheepishly.

“Now that would be useful in medical school, surprised that’s not something you picked up while shopping around for those degrees.”

His face reddens deeper. You’re making jokes, and he’s thinking chapel versus courthouse.

“Just wasn’t interested in it, plus I’m sure the medical world is better off with people like you.”

You grin slowly, “Like me? You just met me.”

“I’m a profiler for the FBI, the behavioral analysis unit?” he says it like a question.

“Oh, I’ve heard of you guys! We see you on the news all the time.” you say excitedly, “What’s your verdict on me then?”

He takes a breath, “I think…you’re very good at what you do. The time it took you to get from the previous patient to my room was longer than average which tells me you’re well liked and respected. And I think I’d be more inclined to lie in a hospital bed if I knew you’d be my doctor.”

“Dr. Reid, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you might be flirting with me.” you say cheekily.

“Is it working?”

“Verdict’s still out.” You wink at him, he nearly flatlines, “So, you think the Dilitiazem isn’t working? What do you think we should switch to?”

“Um…Amlodipine?”

You grin, softly chuckling, “Good call, doctor.” You turn back to the monitor to put the prescription in and close out the chart. “Can I just check your lungs really quick?”

He nods and instantly regrets it when you step closer, the waft of gourmand overwhelming his senses. You unravel your stethoscope and lean down to press the face to his chest, “Deep breath.”

Spencer inhales as best he cans but he knows he’s about to be outed the longer you stand so close to him like this.

“Your lungs sound fine, but your heart's beating really fast.” you giggle as you stand up straight again.

“It does that.” Around really, really, pretty girls.

“Not sure if the Amlodipine alone will help that.”

“No I don’t think so either,” he shuffles awkwardly on the bed, “but…your number might?”

“My number? That’s awfully forward, Dr. Reid,” you beam, “but, if in your educated opinion you find it vital to your recovery and well being…” You scribble your name and number on a post it note, sticking it to the flower vase on the side of his bed. Clicking your pen and sliding it back into your pocket, you head towards the door.

“It was very nice to meet you, doctor.” you turn to him, “See you soon?”

He couldn’t hide his grin if he tried. “See you soon, doctor.”

[science-hoes]

Baby

Michael Robinavitch x Reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+, breeding kink, slight mirror sex

Description: A text from Robby turns into a heavy request at work.

Michael Robinavitch Masterlist

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Every now and then, Robby texted you to meet him for coffee while the Pitt was suspiciously calm. Sometimes, he came to your office for a quick kiss and snatched one of the candies from the jar on your desk. But this was a little different.

Meet me in call room 3 in about 10 minutes.

So you finished up the note you were scribing in a patient’s chart and headed downstairs. You entered the on-call room slowly, peeking in to make sure nobody was occupying it. When you found it empty, you stepped in and shut the door behind you. The room had a twin-sized bed, a bedside table with a lamp, and a full-length mirror. You’ve spent many nights in one of these rooms, usually when a blizzard crosses Pennsylvania, rendering it dangerous to travel home. You sat on the edge of the bed, switching the lamp on to bring some warm light into the dark room.

The door creaked open, and Robby carefully slid through before closing it again. “Hey, stranger.” He whispered. He didn’t make his way over to you like you had expected him to.

You smiled and tilted your head. “Hey. Why are we in here?” You asked, not sure of what he had in mind.

Robby stood tall in front of the door, nearly rivaling its height. His gold chain glimmered in the low light of the room as he shifted his weight on his feet. It wasn’t like him to be so quiet or so…timid? His eyes moved from you to the ground.

You furrowed your brow and stood to meet him. “Baby, are you okay?” You asked, reaching your hands to the collar of his worn hoodie.

Robby just nodded, but you could see on his face that the gears in his brain were turning. Like he was actively planning what to say. You rubbed soothing circles on his broad chest, something you did whenever he had a panic attack or trouble speaking. After what seemed like hours, he broke the silence.

“Do you want to have my baby?”

Your hand froze in place on his chest. The wind was knocked out of you. All you could do was stare at your boyfriend in the low glow of the room and blink. You and Robby had been dating for a year and a half. In secret. Nobody within the hospital, especially the administration, knew about it. And he wanted to have a baby? The most public thing a couple could do aside from a big white wedding? Sure, you had come to terms with the fact that you were dating an older man who may be past that point in his life. But even though you wanted it deep down, you never expected him to bring it up. You always assumed it would be a happy accident and-

“I’m not going to ask you again.” Robby’s voice cut through the silence, and you couldn’t quite place the tone.

You took in a breath, realizing you had been holding it this entire time. “You want a baby?” Was all you could whisper.

Robby nodded and scratched the back of his neck, his nervous tick. “I’ve been…thinking about it. For a while now. But I just didn’t know how to say it.” He explained, looking away from your eyes. “We had a patient this morning who was…of my century.” He began, and the edges of your lips curled into a small grin at his storytelling. “He had his wife and two young daughters with him. He kept thanking me over and over because we saved his life. He kept talking about how happy he was to have his daughters, even that late in his life. And…”

You tilted your head so that your eyes met his line of vision. “And?”

He reached up and grasped your hand that still rested on his chest. “And I want that with you. I want to have a family with you, I want to watch our kids go off to college. If I wait any longer, I might not be able to see them go to high school.” He continued. 

You felt tears prick your eyes as he spoke. You squeezed his hand tightly and let out a breathy laugh. “I want that, too.” You whispered.

Robby smiled slowly, and you could see the tears welling up in his eyes. “You do?” He asked.

You grinned and placed your hands on either side of his face. “Yes, Robby. Michael. I really want it.” You assured him, and the tears fell down your cheeks.

Robby grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in close for a kiss. Your hands slid to his peppered hair, pulling him even closer. The kiss was firm and passionate but quickly progressed to one of need. Robby shoved your white coat off your shoulders and tossed it to the bed. You pulled away slightly to laugh at him. 

“Oh, are we doing this now?” You teased.

Robby grinned and unzipped his hoodie, giving it the same fate as your white coat. “Oh, absolutely.” He said before pulling you back in.

He left hot, wet kisses on your mouth that slowly trailed down your neck, dragging his teeth along your soft skin. You felt your skin prickle and shoved your hands under his scrub top, running your fingers across his decently toned abdomen. His hands moved to your ass, and he tapped the back of your thigh, signaling you to jump up. You grabbed his neck and hopped to wrap your legs around his waist. He securely carried you to the bed and laid your body down. He snatched at your scrub bottoms, pulling your panties down with them in one quick motion. While you threw your top off, he removed his.

You pulled him back, relishing the sensation of his burning hot skin on yours. He returned to kissing your lips, your neck, and anything he could get access to while his hand slid down to brush over your core. His fingers barely touched your sopping wet pussy, and he chuckled. “Oh, is all this for me? So I can fuck a baby into you?”

You shuddered at his words and swallowed hard. “Yes.” You managed to say, grasping his shoulders tightly as he teased your entrance.

“Then let’s stretch you out.” He said before shoving one finger into your pussy.

Even that alone made your toes curl and back arch. You shook your head. “No, I want you now.” You pleaded.

Robby shook his head and started playing with your clit with his thumb. “No, love. It takes three before you’re ready. Don’t rush it.” He reminded you.

You squirmed in frustration, wanting more but knowing he was right. He added a second finger, and your walls squeezed around the added diameter. “Robby, please. Please, please let me have you.” You begged.

Robby reached for the drawstrings on his scrub pants and pulled them. “You’re almost there. You’re being such a good girl for me.” He assured.

Your eyes watched his hands pull his pants down and revealed his boxers struggling to suppress his massive cock. You let out a shaky breath as Robby began to tease your slits with the third finger. When it sank in, you squeezed your eyes shut in blissful pain. “Oh, God, Robby. Please.” And you don’t really know what you were begging for this time. Because you knew what was next.

Robby pumped his fingers in and out of your pussy, the squelching sounds filling the otherwise silent room. “I know, I know. You’re almost ready.” He soothed, pressing a kiss against your temple.

The sweat was already beading at your neck. You reached for the outline of his cock in his boxers and wrapped your hand around what you could. Robby let out a hiss as you slowly rubbed the fabric, creating a friction that he was craving. He finally picked you up with his free arm and sat you down in his lap, back to his chest. He shoved his boxers down and spit on his hand, rubbing the saliva on his own cock for extra lubricant.

Your head fell back against his shoulder as he continued to finger you, letting out pitiful sounds of frustration. Robby kissed your shoulder and reached for your face. He adjusted your head to look straight at the wall. In front of you was the full length mirror that came with every on-call room. You were met with the reflection of Robby fingering you open, with his eyes meeting yours in the mirror.

“You’re gonna watch while I fuck this baby in you. You understand?” He growled low in your ear.

You shuddered and nodded. “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

You swallowed hard, trying to adjust to his three fingers pumping in and out of you. “Yes sir.” You breathed.

And with your answer, Robby replaced his fingers with his cock. He slowly pushed into you, one hand on your lower stomach as he did. You just knew he could feel himself pushing deeper and deeper until he maxed out. Tears fell from your eyes as he stretched you open. 

“Fuck, baby.” You hissed.

Robby didn’t move, and let you adjust to his length. He brushed the hair out of your eyes and peppered kisses along your cheek and neck. “Shhh…you’re doing so good, love. It’s almost over.” He whispered.

Your hands reached back behind you, grasping the back of his neck. The pain began to slowly neutralize, and your labored breaths were more steady. You gave him a small nod to keep going. Robby grabbed your hips and slowly pulled out, releasing the tension in your pussy, just to slam back in ruthlessly. If you had been at home, you would have screamed bloody murder, but all you could do was bite into your bottom lip. Robby repeated his motions, slowly out, pounding back in, creating a steadily faster rhythm. 

Your eyes fluttered open, and the sight in the mirror was too much. Robby fucking you relentlessly, your breasts bouncing with each thrust, the glint from his gold chain glaring off the reflection. You grabbed his biceps and squeezed tightly. “Robby, I-” You tried to say. “I’m gonna come.” 

Robby let out a breathy laugh, maintaining his bruising pace. “That’s right, love. Come for me.” He whispered.

You felt the white hot burning in your stomach explode across your body, walls pulsating around his cock and lubricating even more. Robby continued to whisper a string of praises as you went limp in his arms. He held you up, continuing to pound into you at the same unrelenting pace, but you could tell that he was beginning to falter. With a few more thrusts, he emptied himself into your pussy, grunting as he did. You could feel each rope of cum burst inside you as he finished, and you felt a new excitement in your chest that you never had before.

When Robby was able to catch his breath, he turned your face to kiss your lips gently. “I hope you have a few more minutes before your next appointment.” He said. “Because we’re gonna sit here until I know you’re pregnant.”

[chaeuvy]

hai could i request itoshi rin x reader smut where rin is older than reader and guides them through their first time... i loveyour writing btw

⸝⸝ ＃┆ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓! ⎯ 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍

summary: You and Rin finally take the step of becoming intimate for the first time. It’s your first time ever, and Rin makes sure it’s everything you need — emotional, tender, and deeply connective. Rin guides you through the experience with care, praise, and restraint, showing you that intimacy can be safe, slow, and beautiful.

warnings: nsfw, Praise, First Time (reader), Emotional intimacy, Softdom!Rin, Reader vulnerability, insecurity (handled gently), Creampie (with condom), Aftercare.

wc: 2.1k words.

anon: thanks for the request! I tried my best to— writing first times isn’t rlly my thing.

Rin turned, dropping his keys into the tray. His eyes found yours immediately, blue and sharp — the kind that always made your breath hitch. But tonight, there was something softer beneath them. Gentler. He stepped closer, his hand brushing the side of your arm, grounding you with just that.

“You sure?” he asked lowly.

You nodded. “I want this. With you.”

His jaw tensed just a little. He always did that when he was holding back something — intensity, emotion, need. “I’m not rushing you.”

“I know,” you whispered, stepping closer, resting your hand on his chest. His heartbeat was steady. Comforting. Rin had always been your safe place. “I’ve been thinking about it… I want you.”

He kissed you then, slow and deliberate. Not rushed, not greedy. Just warm lips pressed against yours, his hands cupping your face as if you were something fragile. And maybe you were. This was your first time, and Rin had known from the beginning. He never pushed. Never asked.

But tonight, your body leaned into him, seeking. Wanting.

When he pulled away, his breath was shaky. “Bedroom?” he asked softly.

You nodded, letting him take your hand.

The room was dim, lit only by the soft lamp on the bedside table. Rin’s bed was made — neat like everything else in his life — but it felt inviting in a way that made your stomach twist with nerves and excitement.

Rin stood in front of you, fingers brushing your cheek again. “If anything feels off, tell me. We stop, no matter what.”

“I trust you, Rin.”

His gaze softened more. “I know.”

He kissed you again, deeper this time. His hands moved carefully — your waist, your back — pulling you close. When his fingers dipped beneath the hem of your shirt, he paused.

“Okay?”

You swallowed and nodded, lifting your arms so he could pull it off. His eyes didn’t roam. They didn’t leer. He looked at you like you were art — something to admire and respect. “Beautiful,” he murmured, almost to himself.

He let you do the same to him, peeling off his hoodie, his shirt. His body was lean and sculpted — a product of his training — but his focus was entirely on you. Every time your hands trembled, he kissed them. Every time you hesitated, he paused.

When he laid you down on the bed, he moved over you slowly, bracing his weight so he didn’t overwhelm you. You felt bare already, even with most of your clothes still on.

“You’re doing so good,” he whispered into your neck, kissing his way down. “You don’t have to do anything tonight but feel.”

Your cheeks burned. “I… I’m nervous.”

“I know,” he said. “That’s okay.” His lips brushed your collarbone. “I’ll take care of you.”

His fingers unfastened your bra, slow and careful. When it came off, his mouth didn’t even move for a moment. He just looked at you, eyes dark with something between awe and hunger. “God,” he exhaled. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

He kissed down your chest, every movement purposeful. Not rushing. He explored you like he was learning a map — lips tracing the curve of your breast, tongue flicking over your nipple before drawing it gently into his mouth. Your back arched, breath catching, fingers gripping his hair.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Let me hear you.”

Your hips shifted beneath him, thighs pressing together involuntarily. He noticed. He always noticed.

His hand drifted lower, slipping under the waistband of your underwear but stopping just at the edge.

“Still okay?”

“Yes,” you said, voice breathy.

He kissed your lips again, distracting you while his hand slipped further. When his fingers touched you — warm, calloused, gentle — your hips jerked.

“Sensitive,” he murmured with a small smile. “Good.”

His touch was slow, just grazing, testing. When he found your clit, he circled it softly, watching your face for every twitch and gasp.

“You’re already so wet,” he said, voice low, almost reverent. “All for me, huh?”

You nodded, moaning softly as he stroked you.

When he slipped a finger inside, it was with care. He moved slow, giving your body time, watching you like you were the most important thing in the world.

“Doing perfect,” he whispered. “God, you feel good.”

You could barely think — pleasure curling low and hot in your stomach, unfamiliar but so good. He added another finger, scissoring gently, stretching you.

“Rin—” you gasped, overwhelmed but wanting more.

“I’ve got you,” he said, kissing you again. “I’ll stop whenever you say. But I think you’re ready.”

He pulled back just enough to shed his last pieces of clothing, and your eyes went wide when you saw him fully. Your breath caught in your throat.

Rin leaned in again, voice soft but commanding. “Breathe. It’s okay.”

You nodded, trying to relax.

He reached over for a condom, rolled it on, then returned to you, pressing his forehead to yours. “I’ll go slow. Tell me if it’s too much.”

You wrapped your arms around him, trying to steady yourself. “I want you.”

His hips met yours gently as he pushed in — just the tip, just enough to make your eyes widen. He paused immediately, giving you time.

You whimpered, the stretch intense. “It’s… a lot.”

“I know,” he murmured. “You’re doing so well.”

He kissed your cheeks, your jaw, your mouth. Every inch he moved was patient, giving you time to adjust. When he was finally fully inside you, he stopped completely, forehead resting against your shoulder, breathing shakily.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You feel so good… so tight.”

You held him close, still adjusting, overwhelmed by the fullness. But slowly, the discomfort faded, replaced by something hotter, more electric.

“You can move,” you whispered.

His hips rolled slowly, carefully. The stretch still lingered, but the way his body moved against yours, the way his lips whispered praise into your ear, made it easier.

“You’re perfect,” he said, voice hoarse. “So good for me. Taking me so well.”

You gasped as his thrusts grew slightly deeper, the friction sending sparks up your spine.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured, kissing your tears before they could fall. “I’ve got you.”

And he did. Every movement was deliberate — his hands gripping your hips, his mouth exploring your skin, his rhythm tuned to your gasps and moans. You felt undone, body alive with new sensation.

When his thumb returned to your clit, the pleasure became overwhelming. Your body writhed beneath him, heat coiling in your gut.

“Rin— I think I’m—”

“I know,” he whispered, pressing deeper. “Let go. I’ve got you.”

You shattered beneath him, crying out as waves of pleasure overtook you. Your body clenched around him, and Rin groaned low, hips stuttering as he chased his own release.

With a final thrust, he came with a strained moan, burying his face in your neck, holding you tightly as he spilled into the condom.

Silence settled for a moment — just the sound of your breathing, tangled bodies in the afterglow.

Rin slowly pulled out, discarding the condom before returning immediately to you. He pulled the sheets over both of you, arms curling around your frame protectively.

“You okay?” he whispered.

You nodded, still dazed. “That was… incredible.”

He kissed your forehead. “You were incredible.”

Your fingers curled around his. “Thank you… for being gentle. For making it feel so safe.”

He looked at you then, all sharp edges softened by love. “I would never do anything else. You’re mine — and I’ll always take care of you.”

← BLLK ┆ NAVI →

a/n : thanks for reading.. i can’t write first times well in sorrryyyyy

© 2025 chaeuvy ; ━━ do not copy or translate my work !

[rafesyangel]

Rafe getting JJs lil sister pregnant and she comes to him after her dad got physical terrified that something would happen to the baby and he comforts her?

What happens when you show up at rafes doorsteep trembling and crying?

It was dark when you showed up to Rafe’s door.

Your hands were shaking. You couldn’t tell if it was from the bruising ache in your ribs or the storm of panic spiraling through your chest. The hoodie you wore clung to your body, soaked with rain, and your stomach—his baby—was cramping faintly from the stress. You didn't even realize you were crying until you caught your reflection in the glass of the door. Red eyes. Pale lips. Terrified.

You barely had time to knock before the door yanked open like someone had been waiting on the other side.

Rafe He looked half-crazed when he saw you. Eyes wild, shirtless, a mess, But the second he saw the way you were hunched over, arms wrapped protectively over your stomach, his expression dropped. Dead serious. Dangerous.

“What the fuck happened?”

You couldn’t speak. You just shook your head, trying to form words as your breath trembled. Finally, you choked out, “My dad… he got mad when I told him. He shoved me.”

Rafe didn’t move for a second. Just stared.

Then his jaw locked, and a slow breath left his nose.

“Get inside.”

It wasn’t a question.

You did as he said, stepping past him into the dark warmth of his house. As soon as the door shut, Rafe was in front of you again, pressing you gently back against the wall, inspecting your face, your arms, your stomach. His hands slid beneath your hoodie before you could flinch. You gasped softly—but his touch was careful, his brows furrowed in pure focus.

“He touched you while you’re carrying my baby*?” he asked quietly, his voice lethal. “You’re bleeding?”

You shook your head quickly. “N-No. Just cramping. I—I came here because I didn’t know where else to go. I was scared.”

“Shh.” He cupped your face, tilting it up. His thumbs gently wiped away the rain and tears from your cheeks. “You did the right thing, baby. You come to me. Always.”

You nodded. But your eyes were still wide with panic. “Rafe… what if something happened to it?”

He leaned in close, pressing his forehead to yours, voice like fire. “Don’t even say that.”

The possessiveness clicked in his eyes like a switch. His hand slid back down to your lower stomach, palm splayed across it like he was claiming it, like he needed to remind himself it was real

“That’s mine,” he growled, voice low and dark. “You are mine. That baby is mine. And no one absolutely no one lays a finger on what belongs to me and walks away breathing.”

He was pacing now. Jaw tight, chest heaving. You could see how close he was to snapping.

“Rafe, please—don’t do anything crazy.”

He stopped, turned slowly, and walked back over to you. His hands came to either side of your face again. “Too late for that, sweetheart. You think Im planning on letting you go since the second I got you pregnant?”

You swallowed hard. Your back hit the wall again as he leaned in.

“I’ve been losing my mind ever since I found out you were carrying me in you,” he whispered. “I think about you every second. About what’s growing in there. About how no one else will ever touch you again, because you belong to me now.”

You gasped softly at the heat in his words, the intensity in his eyes. It wasn’t just protectiveness it was obsession.

“And if your dad put even a scratch on you,” he muttered, brushing your hair back, “he just signed his fucking death warrant.”

Rafe backed off only enough to grab his phone and a sweatshirt for you. Then he tossed a blanket over your shoulders and led you to the couch.

“Lay down. I’m calling a doctor. I don’t care if it’s midnight.”

You blinked at him. “I’m okay—”

“I’ll decide that,” he cut you off firmly. “You're not gonna lift a damn finger until I say so. You don’t cook, you don’t clean, you don’t move unless I tell you it’s safe.”

“Rafe…”

He knelt down in front of you, both hands resting on your thighs. “You gave me a piece of you, baby. I’m gonna protect that with my life. You’re my family now. “

And the scariest part? You believed him.

You never felt safer

[butyoudidthis4what]

It's snowing.

Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x F!Doctor!Reader

4k || All my content is 18+ MDNI || CW: Mutual pining; it's winter and it snows; background married!girldad!jack; making out; first date sex implied; reader grew up somewhere without snowy winters; brief jealous Robby; we’re pretending you wouldn’t be quite cold and vaguely wet from walking and sitting in the snow (Robby’s keeping you warm, right?); fluff; reader is a trauma surgery attending; no use of y/n or related.

Summary: After a moment together on the roof, Robby asks you out the next time he sees you.

AN: I don't know what this is. I genuinely have no idea where this came from, especially the part about Jack's daughter, and I have no idea how I got there. Heavily debated taking it out. Heavily debated scrapping the entire thing but I kind of liked the dynamic Reader and Robby had going on so I kept it. Written for this request sent in for the 1k celebration! Fluffy. Like all fluff. Thank you so much for reading!!

“You okay?” Robby doesn’t think he’s ever come to the roof and found someone leaning against the guard rail with their head tilted back and a smile on their face. But he finds himself smiling at how incredibly you it is. 

You look over at him. “Yeah, I’m good. Just had a moment and wanted to escape for a second. Do I need to go back down?”

“No, no. You’re good.” He gives you a small smile as he finishes walking towards you and leans against the railing next to you, a respectable distance apart. “You uh,” Robby clears his throat, still a little flustered by you at times. “You settling in okay? Here at the hospital and Pittsburgh in general.”

You’ve been a trauma surgery attending at PTMC for about a month now, came here fresh out of residency. “Yeah,” you nod. “To both. Definitely easier settling in here than the city, but it hasn’t been bad.” You cock your head and smile at him. It knocks the air right out of his lungs. “Thank you for asking.”

“You’re welcome.” He nods and looks around. “Did you know anyone here? Come here with anyone?”

He says that last question a little too casually and you smile to yourself. There’s something between you and Robby for sure. You’re both dancing around it a little bit. But every time you’re together you come a little closer to giving in. 

You shake your head. “Nope. I came here not knowing a single person.” You laugh. “I still don’t know anyone outside the hospital.” 

Robby chuckles with you. “If it makes you feel better I’ve lived here for years and outside of family I barely know anyone outside the hospital. And most of the people I do know outside the hospital I met at the hospital in one way or another.” 

You smile and shrug at him. “Such is the trauma attending life, apparently.” 

“Apparently,” Robby clicks his tongue. “Though Jack met his wife on an airplane. But he was on his way back from a medical conference, that was the only reason he was on the plane, so I’m not sure if that really counts.”

“Well I have that conference I’m going to next week so I’m going to say it does count and keep my eyes peeled for my future husband while getting there and back.” You glance at Robby to gauge his reaction. You thought he might have one but you didn’t expect as much jealousy as you see flash over his face. 

“You should.” It’s clipped and a bit strained as he tries to hide his jealousy. The thought of you even looking at other men irritates him. 

“Hey.” You tap the side of his shoe with yours so he’ll look at you. “I’m kidding. I’m not even flying, Michael. I’m driving down, it’s easier.”  

“Michael?” His eyebrows raise a little as the jealousy melts away. He turns so that he’s facing the guard rail now, rests his forearms on the top bar and bends over. Because his name on your tongue sent blood rushing straight to his cock. “Nobody calls me Michael.”

You hum at him. “I like feeling special.” You tilt your head and study him, a sly grin pulling up on your face. “If you’re okay with me calling you that. I could also call you Robby at work and Michael… elsewhere.” 

Robby lets out a huff laugh that’s strained with desire. He’s almost fully hard now. “Define elsewhere.”

“Oh, you know, the roof, bars when we all go out together, places like that.” You shrug. “And anywhere else I might need to,” you pause and tilt your head just because you enjoy winding him up, “vocalize your name. It’s completely up to you.”

“Michael is fine.” Robby clears his throat again. “Michael is good. Everywhere.”

You giggle softly. You like knowing you have an effect on him. “Michael it is then.” 

Neither of you say anything for a moment, just exist in each other’s presence. And it feels so right. So comfortable. But Robby loves hearing you talk. 

“Is it suddenly getting colder? Or is it just me?” Robby hunches his shoulders and buries his hands deeper into the pockets of his hoodie. 

“No, it is.” You look up at the somewhat overcast sky. It’s nearly dark already. “It’s going to snow soon.”

Robby furrows his brows and tilts his head as he looks at you. “There wasn’t any snow forecasted today.”

“Maybe not.” You take a deep breath in through your nose and let it out slowly. “But you can smell it in the air. Snow’s coming.” 

“You can smell snow coming?” An amused smile pulls onto his face. 

You look back over at him, just as amused. “You can’t?” 

“No, I can’t say that I do.” He shakes his head.

“Take it in.” You breathe in deeply through your nose. “How sharp the air is and how crisp it feels and smells. Remember how it smells right now. I bet you once this storm has passed and we get another snow, if you're outside before it, you’ll be able to smell it.”

“Mhm, okay,” he draws out the words in disbelief. You just roll your eyes at him. You know you’re right and you know now that you’ve drawn his attention to it he’ll be able to recognize it. 

“I find snow so pretty. It’s a pain in the ass most of the time, but I find it incredibly beautiful. Not so much here I’d imagine because it’s a city, but where I used to live for school,” you laugh softly, looking off to the left as you reminisce, “I’d stay up way too late. Like early morning hours of the next day. And we’d have times where we’d get five or six inches dropped overnight. So if you were awake you could go outside and just stand in it. Everything blanketed in white. All of the normal sounds you’d hear dampened by the snow. It would be a time where it should’ve been pitch black outside but it wasn’t. The snow would stop it from getting completely dark with how it reflected all the light. And if it wasn’t windy you could almost hear the snow falling. It was just… beautiful. Surreal in some ways. ”

Robby smiles to himself as he watches you speak, your head leaning back and up towards the sky. He thinks you’re beautiful and surreal.

“And I didn’t grow up where there was snow but I remember always hearing that blizzard sound in Christmas movies, that sound of the wind carrying the snow, you know?” You lick your lips and position them and make it for him. “I always thought it was just a movie sound effect. I’ll never forget opening my front door during a snowstorm to go stand in it for a few moments and hearing that sound for real.”

Robby isn’t sure what to say. Your words and the moment feel so vaguely intimate. You are one of the most interesting people he has ever met. There’s something about you, a kind of mysteriousness you maintain while also being somewhat of an open book. Bewitching, Robby realizes. He’s heard the word, knows what it means and has used it before, though never to describe a person because it always felt like it’d be hollow. But you fit the word perfectly. He feels a little ridiculous using the word to describe you even just in his head, but it’s true. You are. 

You sigh. “But then the sun rises and you’re left being blinded by that same snow and having to shovel it and clear your car and the beauty gets sucked out of it all real fast.” 

Robby laughs. “I wasn’t going to say it, but yeah.” 

You laugh with him, trailing off in a sigh. “We should probably get back to work.” 

Robby nods, glad it’s been long enough that he no longer has an obvious erection. “Probably.”

The two of you walk back to the elevator together. You head to the Pitt with him just to check in and see if anyone needs anything. Nobody does at the moment, but you find yourself back down there about an hour later at the hub with Robby.

“It’s snowing,” Dana comments as she gets back to the hub from taking a quick break outside.  

You look up from the computer you’re at and find Robby already looking at you. You give him a smirking smile and raise your eyebrows at him a little bit. “Well how about that, Dr. Robinavitch?” 

Robby knows more than ever in the moment that he’s so fucked in what he hopes will be the best possible way when it comes to you.

He’s down bad for you. He’s known that all along but something about the roof today and the way you just said his name has changed something. It’s no longer something he can shove aside and tell himself to wait for, to let you settle in more. He watches as you push your chair away from the computer enough to stand up and walk off towards a patient’s room. He doesn’t see you again before he leaves for the night. 

A week and a bit later Robby finds himself up on the roof again towards the end of his shift. But he’s alone this time and he finds himself missing your presence out here with him. He hasn’t seen you since that day on the roof, a combination of your schedules not aligning and you having to go to that trauma conference for a few days.

He’s itching to see you. His phone has been burning a hole in his pocket the entire week and two days. You’d given him your number sometime around the end of your second week here. He’d casually asked Jack one day if Jack had your number, pretending to need to ask you something. Jack saw right through him and informed him that no, you hadn’t given your number to him and, as far as Jack knew, weren’t going around giving it to everyone. Which meant you wanted him to text or call you.  

And he debated texting you. He just wasn’t sure what to say and how to start a conversation because ‘how are you?’ or ‘how’s the conference?’ felt lame. He debated calling too, but again, he wasn’t sure what to say. 

The wind blows as he takes a breath in through his nose and it’s familiar. The feel of it. The scent. It’s the one you said means snow is coming. He smiles to himself at it and nods. That could be something to text you about.

The last hour and a half of Robby’s shift goes by pretty fast and smooth all things considered. He sees Jack come walking in. He doesn’t even have to ask, Jack’s already answering what his question was going to be. 

“It’s snowing.” Jack says as he walks by. “And sticking pretty good. Be careful if you walk home, people are going to be sliding all over the place until they plow.”

Robby smiles and nods, pulling his phone out. “Got it, thanks,” he mumbles to Jack distractedly. Now he knows what to text you. 

R - I smelled the snow coming earlier. You were right. It is possible to smell the snow coming. 

Robby has time to run the board with Jack and hand off before you reply. He’s standing at the now empty hub when your message comes in.

You - I know ;) 

You watch Robby smile at his phone as he gets your text. You had swung by the hospital to drop a few things off and decided to go find him once you got his text. With his back to you it’s easy to sneak up right behind him. “I usually am.” 

“Jesus fucking christ!” Robby startles. He turns around and the sight of you in a pair of jeans and a pullover hoodie keeps his heart rate from starting to return to normal. You look good in scrubs of course, but Robby has never seen you in anything but them. And for whatever reason you in jeans and a pullover hoodie is really fucking doing it for him. He can easily imagine it being one of his hoodies.  

“Not quite,” you giggle. The sound makes his heart race even faster. “Hi.”

“Hi. I missed you this week.” He smiles at you and now your heart is racing too. “How are you? How was the conference?” He pauses and cocks his head, looks like he’s going to say more so you wait to answer. He’s missed you. He’s off now. And you happen to be here, you sought him out. So fuck it. “Actually you know what, no, don’t answer either of those yet.”

“Okay.” You eye him quizzically. “And I missed you too.”

“Let me take you to dinner right now,” he offers, tries to make it sound casual and not like he thinks a little piece of him will die if you say no. “To make up for doubting you. You can tell me how you are and how the conference was there.”

“To make up for doubting me or because you want to date me, Michael?” You smirk.

“Both,” he admits.

You laugh softly and nod. “I’d really like that.” 

“Great!” Robby smiles widely at you and you bite your lip at how cute it is. “Do you mind waiting here while I go grab my stuff?”

“I mind so much, actually,” you tease. “Why can’t I come with you? If I stand here Jack’s liable to pull me into a case.”

He rolls his eyes at you playfully. “Alright, come on.” 

You follow Robby to his locker and wait with him while he gathers everything.

“You have gloves?” Robby asks as he pulls his from his backpack. 

You shake your head. “I’ll be-”

“Take mine.” He holds them out for you.

“Michael.”

“Just, take them.” 

You grab one of the gloves from him and put it on. “Put that one on,” you tell him. He goes to argue but you press a gloveless finger to his lips. “Trust me. Put it on.” He eyes you a little suspiciously but does as you ask. “You ready? Know where you’re taking me?” you ask as the two of you begin walking out. 

“Oh yeah,” he nods, giving you a smirk-tinged smile, “I know the perfect place.” 

You raise your eyebrows at him. “I’m intrigued.” 

Once the two of you step outside and start walking side by side you grab Robby’s gloveless hand with your gloveless hand, lace your fingers together and then pull your hands into the kangaroo pocket of your hoodie. “See? Now both of us have two warm hands.”

“Very smart,” he smiles at you and nods, brown eyes sparkling. 

You squeeze his hand. “Lead the way, Michael.”

The restaurant Robby picked was perfect. It was casual enough that what you both were wearing was acceptable but still nice enough to have a secluded booth and not be too loud so that you could talk. After you finish you start walking towards your place but get sidetracked by a park, end up wandering through it and clearing a bench to sit on. 

“I like this big and fluffy kind of snow.” You hold out your gloved hand and catch a little bit of it as it falls and look at it. “There’s something so beautiful about it. Enchanting.” 

“Yes there is,” Robby murmurs as he looks at you and not the snow. He squeezes your hand. 

You look over at him with a shy smile. Sometimes you know you can be too much. Bring too much whimsy, or so you’ve been told. “Sorry, I know I can get weird. Believe me I’ve been told before.”

Robby shakes his head. “Nothing about you is weird. I love that you see the beauty in it. It’s a good reminder to slow down and really look at the world.”

“Yeah, okay.” You bump your shoulder into his and look back out at the park. 

“Hey.” Robby bumps your shoulder back to get your attention. “I mean it. I like you just how you are. I don’t want you to quiet parts of yourself because you think you’ll be too much for me.”

“Okay,” you say softly and nod. 

Robby looks around what little of the park is visible in the night trying to think of snow related things you might not have done. There’s probably 2 or 3 inches on the ground by now. “You ever made snow angels?” 

“Sure have,” you nod, smiling at him. 

“Made a snowman?” He cocks his head at you. 

“I haven’t, actually, no.” There’s theoretically enough snow on the ground to make one, but it would have to be a pretty small one unless you guys wanted to be pushing the snow around and you each only have one gloved hand. 

“Well there we go,” Robby smiles. “Do you want to build a snowman?”

“I think we might have some logistical challenges doing that, Anna,” you giggle. Robby raises his eyebrows at you and shakes his head. You click your tongue and drop your jaw in fake disbelief. “How have you never seen Frozen?”

“Honey.” Robby gives you a look. “Why would I have seen Frozen?”

The pet name he doesn’t realize he let slip doesn’t escape your notice. “Your niece?” You raise your eyebrows at him when he shakes his head. “Jack’s daughter hasn’t made you watch it with her before?”  

“Nope.” He pops the p. 

“Alright, fair enough.” You smile to yourself. “I’d give a lot to see you and Jack watch Moana with her. You’d both cry.”

Robby scoffs at that playfully. “We would not.” 

“You would, but okay,” you laugh. “I’ll remember this conversation.” 

“I’m sure you will,” he sighs teasingly. 

“And she’ll be a good age once we’ve had enough time. She’ll be able to sit through it with you guys, snuggle on your laps. Question you. ‘Why are you crying Daddy?’ ‘Why are you crying uncle Robby?’” You squeeze his hand as you smile over at him. “It’ll be very cute.” 

He rolls his eyes at you affectionately. “Yeah, we’ll see.” Robby looks around the park trying to think of other snow related things. He’s not sure this is really a snow thing but it is a thing he’s been wanting to do for over a month now. “Ever been kissed in a park at night under only the light of the park lamp while the big fluffy snow falls down around you?” 

You give him that shy smile again. “Can’t say that I have.”

“You wanna be?” His eyes slowly move down to your lips and then back up. 

“Yeah,” you breathe.

Robby lets go of your gloveless hand and pulls it from your pocket, standing and holding it out for you. You take it and he helps you up. Both of you feel ridiculous and like teenagers about to get their first kiss all over again, butterflies in your stomachs and hearts racing. 

His gloveless hand holds your face, thumb brushing over your cheekbone as his other arm wraps around your waist and pulls you closer. You thread your arms around his neck, tilt your head and lean in as he leans down and uses his hand to guide your face to his, both of your eyes fluttering closed before your lips finally meet. 

The first kiss is technically short and gentle, testing the waters. But with the sounds both of you make at the cliché spark that shoots through both of you it quickly leads to a second more intense kiss that blends into making out in the yellow glow of the park lamp with the snow falling down around you. Robby’s mouth is possessive and hot against yours as he slides his tongue in your mouth, groaning at the taste of you mixed with the dessert you’d shared at dinner.

You pull apart just enough to see each other once the need for oxygen becomes too great. Visible, hot puffs of air surround your faces as you each pant softly in the aftermath.

“Wow,” you laugh a little breathlessly. “You can really kiss Robinavitch.”

“Don’t sound so surprised.” His gloved hand squeezes your waist as best it can as he gives you a fake chiding look. 

“No, no I’m not, I promise.” “I just… I’m not sure I’ve ever been kissed like that.” You can see the surge of pride that your words send through him, haughty smile gracing his face. “Maybe it’s the snow,” you tease. 

“Yeah, maybe. Guess we’ll have to find out.” Robby chuckles as he sits back down and pulls you onto his lap, lets you take his hand back into your pocket. It’s getting late and even colder. He really should get you back to your place, he just doesn’t want the night to end. 

“What did you mean earlier?” He nuzzles his nose against your cheek for a second and then kisses it, lets his lips and beard tickle you a little as he speaks. “When you said Jack’s daughter will be a good age once we’ve had enough time?” 

“Oh, I meant like us being together long enough for it to be appropriate for me to meet the family.” You nuzzle your nose against his before pulling away so you can see him. “I know Jack, but it’s different outside of work and obviously I don’t know his wife or daughter.” 

Robby laughs softly. “Oh, I think if you asked Jack or his wife you’d find we’ve already had enough time for it to be appropriate for you to meet them.” You laugh with him and steal another kiss. “But I like that you’re thinking about the future,” he teases. 

You smirk at him. “You’re the one that called me Honey already. So I’d say you’re finding things just as serious.”

“I did not!” You watch as he replays your conversation in his head. “Oh shit I did.”

You see him start to apologize but cut him off. “Don’t apologize. I liked it. But maybe wait a bit before you go introducing me to family, yeah? Abbot family or otherwise.”

“Why?”

You shrug. “What if you get tired of me? Or what if you end up hating me? What if I’m terrible in bed and there’s just nothing there? What if I get too whimsical for you?”

“None of that is going to happen.” Robby shakes his head emphatically. “I can’t even explain how much none of that’s going to happen.”

“Never know.” You cock your head at him.

“No, I know. I very much know.” There’s a pause as he debates how forward to be. He decides to just go for it and gives you a little pout. “Kinda bummed it’s going to take a few dates for me to be able to show you just how bullshit that third question is, I won’t lie.”

“I never said that. And don’t pout,” you laugh, leaning in and kissing his pout away before growing a little more serious. “Okay, I genuinely have never had sex on the first date before, but, when we got to my door I was going to suggest that if you aren’t too tired you come inside with me and we can warm up and show each other just how much we missed each other this last week.” 

You watch Robby’s brown eyes get darker as he swallows hard. “I have never been less tired in my life, Honey.” He’s immediately patting your thigh to signal you to get up and you do. 

You giggle at him as the two of you start walking towards your place. “Liar.”

“Oh, I’m not,” Robby shakes his head, “I can’t speak for how tired I will or won’t be after, but right now? Wide a-fuckin-wake.”

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[yamumsyadadd]

meeting the family

other parts can be found here :)

It’s a little explicit at the start but the rest is not.

The one and only time you had met Alexia’s mami Eli was at a charity event. It was a quick and simple chat, nothing in depth but enough for you to know she loved her daughters. 

You were supposed to be meeting Alexia’s family officially at her mamis house after her game. Your two kids were off having a sleepover with your papi, leaving the two of you alone for two nights. 

Alexia always had a routine before a game. She’d wake up, do some light stretching, have a coffee and usually a nap. But with you laying naked, your boobs fully on display, she let her routine be damned. 

Slowly, she dragged her fingers up and down your stomach, watching the goosebumps appear. She wanted so badly to just latch onto one of your boobs, but she always wanted to take her time. 

Alexia’s hand continued to trace, moving up and down your stomach, to your jaw then back down to your thighs. It felt nice, a light tickle. And as your slowly woke up and opened your eyes all you saw was an angel. 

The morning sun painted Alexia in a golden light. Her darkening hair flowed freely and her face bare of any make up. You liked her like this, free and happy. 

“Bon día mi amor” her voice was husky, laced with tiredness and admiration. 

“You’re awake early.” You mumbled as you turned towards her, the sheet falling down further. You awoke as Alexia’s eyes trailed further down your body. 

The night prior you had barely made it to the bed. It has been a few weeks since you had uninterrupted adult time with Alexia so as soon as her apartment down closed, you pounced. 

“I woke to the best view. Couldn’t go back to sleep after that.” Her hand came to rest on your cheek and you couldn’t help but move to kiss it. 

It moved slowly at first, hands gripping each other, alexia’s leg slotted between yours. But then it got messy. You both came like that, legs mixed, soft and loving but you wanted more. 

“I want to ride you.” You breathed out, coming down from you high. If you weren’t so horny and desperate, you would’ve laughed at how fast alexia moved. 

It didn’t take long for you to sink down onto the strap. This was your favourite position, alexia looked at you with nothing but love and admiration and it turned you on even more. 

Alexia hands moved from your waist, one to you boob to squeeze and the other to your clit. You were so close, chanting her name as if it was the only thing you knew how to say. Just as you were about to cum, the bedroom door slammed open. 

“Alexia, I’ve been calling your name- OH MY GOD” it was her mother. The mother you were yet to meet officially. 

You tried to move quickly, but as the same time alexia shoved you and you ended up on the ground with a loud thud. 

“Mami!” 

“Déu meu. Ho sento molt.” Eli turned and left. 

“For fuck sake.” Alexia mumbled, working to pull the strap off and try and regain some composure. “Are you okay?” 

“No.” You groaned into the floor. “Your mother, the person you love the most in this world, just saw me riding you like a dirty whore. Do you really think I’d be ok after that?” 

Alexia helped you get up and redressed. As you walked out together into the loungeroom, she shielded you from her mami. 

“Mami, what are you doing here?” 

“I came to ask if this girl you were bringing tonight had an allergies. So do you?” The last part was directed at you. 

“No mami she doesn’t. You could’ve texted me.” 

“I did. And I rang. You didn’t answer so I was worried. Then you didn’t answer the door so I let myself in.” She rolled her eyes at Alexia, making her way towards your slightly hidden body, “I am Eli. Alexia has said so much about you so I’m glad to meet you!” She smiled, it was a proper welcoming smile. 

“I’m so sorry. I promise I’m not a whore.” You slapped your hand over your mouth as soon as you said it and alexia just groaned loudly. 

“Oh Querida, I didn’t think that for a second. Sex is normal, completely natural. How else do you think Alexia and Alba were born? You know, me and their papi-“

“Enough! For the love of god, enough. Mami, you got your answer and I have a game to get ready for so please.” 

“I will see you both tonight.” With that Eli was gone. The embarrassment and shame never left either of you though. 

“Next time, we are sleeping at mine.” 

“Agreed.” 

By the time you made it to Alexia’s mamis house, she had seemingly forgotten what had taken place this morning. You hadn’t though. It was still very clear in your mind. The look of horror on Eli’s face, the embarrassment on Alexia’s. 

Everyone greeted you both warmly, her Tio immediately talking about the game she just played and how the team was playing well. 

Then Alexia’s little sister Alba came over. 

“Hi, you must be the cowgirl I’ve heard so much about.” You knew exactly what she was talking about straight away and your face flushed red. 

“Huh? She isn’t a cowgirl?” Alexia was confused. 

“Oh that’s weird? I could’ve sworn mami she said was riding something this morning.” The pin dropped for Alexia right at the moment. 

“Alba I swear to god.” Alexia gritted through her teeth, the hand that was wrapped in yours squeezing tightly. 

“Im joking!” She threw her hands up in defence, “I swear I know a lot about you besides your bedroom activities.” Eli walked past right at that moment, clipping Alba in the back of the head. 

“Enough Alba. The poor girl is nervous enough. It is good to see you again querida. I hope you’re hungry.” 

All you could do was nod nervously. 

The night moved on and thankfully there was no more jokes or comments about the earlier event. The food was fantastic, and alexia’s family all made you feel welcome. They asked you questions, wanted to see photos of your kids and actually made you feel like you belonged. Your earlier anxiety had completely disappeared. 

It was almost midnight by the time you made it back into Alexia’s car. You were beyond tired but so happy you were finally able to meet them. You watched Alexia and her mami from the passenger seat. When Alexia looked over at you with the biggest love sick smile she could manage, you knew they were talking about you. 

You were at least half way through the drive before alexia spoke, “Did you have fun?” 

“I did. Your family are lovely. They really care about you.” 

“My mami liked you. A lot.” She looked over at you, with the stupid love sick smile you loved so much, “and she promised not to bring up what she saw again.” 

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You had imagined the way this would go, Alexia meeting your kids officially. They knew her, they liked her, but you were still nervous. 

The night before Oscar casually asked you while you were getting him ready for bed, “mama is ale your girlfred?” His speech was coming along but there were still some words that he didn’t quite pronounce correctly. 

You were caught off guard, “yeah she is my girlfriend. Is that okay with you?” 

“Yeah! I like ale but mummy says no.” 

“What do you mean babe?” 

“Mummy says that ale isn’t allowed to be your girlfred. Only mummy.” 

The thought of Leah having conversations like this with your kids never crossed your mind. It was funny, in an evil way, Leah was allowed to ruin your family, break your heart into a million pieces and move on with her affair partner but you weren’t. 

“Your mummy has a girlfriend yes?” He nodded, “well it’s just like that. Mummy had a girlfriend and mama has a girlfriend. Just because we have different girlfriends doesn’t mean we don’t love each other.” 

Oscar got an incredibly serious look on his face before saying “will you still love me when I have a girlfred?” 

You laughed as you tucked him into bed, “I will still love you. I’ll never stop mi amor.” You kissed his forehead and watched as his eyes closed. 

As your kids got older and they had access to the internet, you knew the types of conversations you would have to have. Leah wouldn’t make it easy, but you needed to reminded yourself and them, that you can love someone and still deserve better. 

Oscar had no problem running straight over to Alexia the next morning in the park. She had come prepared: coffees for the both of you, a bag of snacks and most importantly a football. 

Amelia’s love could be bought through food, Oscar’s could be bought through playing with him. By the time Amelia’s nap rolled around, Alexia has worn Oscar and herself out. 

The walk back home was quick, Oscar was so excited that Alexia would see his ‘new room’, completely forgetting it had only been a few months since she had since it last. 

Alexia wouldn’t dare to disappoint him so she let him drag her all through the house. Showing his room, Amelia’s room, your room and the spare room. Reminding her the dogs names and that she had to be careful on the grass because of the dog poop. 

The sight you walked into after finally settling Amelia down, simultaneously broke your heart and put it back together. Alexia, the 5’8 professional footballer was fast asleep with your three year old son on her chest. 

Whatever worries you had about Alexia and your kids were gone. You knew from that moment that she would put them first, she would love them and care for them just as you did. Sure, it would be rocky and sometimes Alexia would feel a bit out of place, but you would both find your way. 

—————————————————————————

The next phase you meeting the family, was for Alexia to meet yours. Expect you didn’t consider people family in the tradition sense. 

Marisol and her husband and kids were your family, Miriam and her boyfriend, your papi and kids were of course your family. Your papi didn’t have any siblings, his parents were dead. It was the same with your mami. 

Wednesday dinners were a usual thing at your house. It was always chaos but it bought everyone together. This time, Alexia would be joining. 

When the doorbell went off, Oscar was the first to look at the intercom system, “ale is here! Ale!” He yelled out. 

Oscar ran off to get his new Barça jersey so he could be matching her on game days. Alexia was standing there, flowers in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. 

You ushered her inside with a quick kiss before Oscar reappeared with both dogs behind him. 

“Look!” He shoved it in her face as she knelt down, “we will match all the time!” 

“Wow Oscar! You will be the coolest 3 year old in the stadium!” 

“Three and tree quarters thank you.” He said seriously. You couldn’t help but laugh at him. The voices of Miriam and Marisol floated down the hallway and it reminded Oscar that he needed to introduce his new favourite person. “Come meet everyone they here for you!” 

Alexia handed you the flowers and the bottle of wine before allowing herself to get dragged through the house. The first most important introductions (if you asked Oscar) was the dogs. Bean and Sally. Bean was a big Rottweiler, and sally was a disabled Rottweiler. They were a bonded pair and the best of friends. 

With every introduction, Oscar included a fun fact about them. Miriam didn’t know dinosaurs but she was learning, Luke her boyfriend was British, that’s all he got, your papi was called a marshmallow because he had hard arms and a soft belly. Something that made everyone laugh. 

After a few minutes Alexia joined you in the kitchen. The goofy smile plastered on her face, “Oscar likes you.” You said as you reached for her hand. 

“I like him. He’s a cool kid.” 

“Everyone in this room is my family. I know it’s untraditional but they are. You wanted to meet them so here we are.” 

“Oscar introduced me to Miriam as if we haven’t been best friends for 15 years.” You laughed at her. 

Laughter filled the house for the rest of the night. Half way through, Amelia forced herself onto Alexia’s lap and never left. Oscar made her build LEGOs and they discovered another mutual friend; Matteo, Irene and Lucinda’s son. 

As usual, it was divide and conquer, you put the kids to bed and everyone else helped tidy up. You didn’t have any qualms about leaving alexia downstairs with your family, they were the least intimidating people you knew but as you said your goodbyes to Alexia at the door she made a revelation. 

“Miriam and your papi corned me.” You raised an eyebrow, “told me that if I hurt you, hurt the kids, they would hurt me. Miriam has never been so serious and your papi is kind of scary.” 

“I don’t think they have anything to worry about. Especially after tonight.” 

After kissing you goodnight, alexia left you standing in the doorway with the love sick smile she usually wore. 

You hoped she was in it just as much as you were. 

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Haiii you don’t have to do this (obviously) but could you write for Levi who loves his s/o boobs? Like he like to rest his head on them and stuff, nothing 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 (unless you want, I wouldn’t be opposed lol)

ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ

levi ackerman x fem!reader warnings: lowk smut, not that detailed but still implied

It had been going on for months.

At first, you thought it was just your imagination, the flick of his eyes when you walked by, the subtle way his jaw clenched when your shirt dipped just a little too low, the way he stared too long at your collarbones before sharply turning away like he'd been caught.

He didn’t mean to stare. You knew that. Levi was too respectful, too tightly-wound to act on anything. But you could feel it, the tension, the heat in the air whenever your skin showed, even accidentally. You’d bend over to grab something, and he’d freeze. You’d lift your arms to stretch after drills, and he’d glance, just a second, before his gaze dropped and his ears turned pink.

And he never said a word.

Levi Ackerman, a man with more control than god, was helpless in the presence of your chest. And it was driving him insane.

So you started teasing him. Softly. Slowly. Innocent, at first.

Your shirts dipped just a little lower during off-duty hours. Your hugs lingered longer. When he collapsed beside you after long days, you let his head fall to your chest, and pretended not to notice how still he went. How quiet.

How reverent.

Because he wanted it. Wanted you. You could feel it.

He just didn’t know how to ask.

So you waited. And tonight? Tonight was the night you stopped waiting.

It was late. The barracks were nearly empty, Hange off on some overnight experiment, Erwin tucked away in his office. You and Levi were alone in his quarters, going over deployment charts you didn’t even need to finish. The fire crackled softly beside you. The air between you buzzed.

He was tense, as always. Sitting straight-backed in the chair, arms crossed, brows drawn in.

“You look tired,” you said.

“I’m fine.”

You tilted your head. “Let me help.”

“With what? You don’t need to—”

You rose to your feet and stepped closer. He watched you, guarded but quiet, as you reached for his hands. Gently pulled him up from the chair. His posture stiffened immediately.

You stepped into him.

Close.

Chest to chest.

And when his breath hitched, you smiled.

“Let me,” you said again, guiding him toward the bed.

He followed.

You sat on the edge, then tugged gently at his belt loops until he came between your legs. He stood frozen, looking down at you like he couldn’t believe this was happening.

So you reached for him again, took his hand and placed it just above your chest. His fingers twitched.

“Look at me, Levi.”

He did.

Softly, you whispered, “You always look when you think I’m not paying attention.”

He flinched. “I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s okay,” you said, guiding his hand lower, just enough for him to feel the curve of your breast beneath your shirt. “You can look.”

His breath caught.

“You can touch too,” you added, voice low, featherlight.

He stared at you, lips parted, eyes wide, heart clearly racing. Still, he didn’t move.

“And,” you whispered, leaning in so your mouth brushed his jaw, “you can taste, if you want.”

That was the moment he broke.

He sank to his knees, almost on instinct, between your thighs like you were something holy. His hands found your waist, hesitant, shaking. His forehead pressed against your chest as he exhaled in one ragged, shuddering breath.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he whispered. “I’ve never—”

“You don’t have to know,” you said, curling your fingers into his hair. “Just let yourself feel. I’ll show you.”

He looked up, and his expression nearly destroyed you. He looked wrecked, like someone who’d been starved for years and was finally allowed to eat.

So you reached for the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, slowly. His eyes followed the movement like it was life or death.

You weren’t wearing a bra.

And he went silent.

His gaze dropped instantly, locked on your bare chest. His mouth parted. One hand lifted instinctively, and stopped halfway.

“Go ahead.” you murmured.

Softly. Barely more than a graze of fingertips. His palm brushed over the curve of one breast, and his whole body shivered. He exhaled a curse, and leaned forward, pressing his lips to your skin.

Just one kiss. Barely there. Then another. And another.

He nuzzled into your chest like it was the safest place in the world, letting his hands explore with trembling awe. He was slow, gentle, like every part of you was sacred.

“God, you’re soft…” he whispered, breath hot against your skin.

You hummed, stroking his hair. “You like them?”

He nodded against you.

“They’re all yours.”

A whimper escaped him at that, barely audible, but it made your chest ache. You could feel the tension unraveling in him with every kiss, every squeeze, every little noise he made against your skin.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in close, like he wanted to disappear into you. Like he didn’t know how to say thank you for being gentle with him, so he just held you tighter.

“Can I…?” he asked, voice hoarse.

You nodded. “Yes. Whatever you want.”

He leaned in again, lips parting this time, and gently, so gently, he took one of your nipples into his mouth.

You gasped, hand tightening in his hair.

Levi groaned softly against you, overwhelmed. His mouth moved slowly, open-mouthed kisses, delicate sucks, tongue flicking experimentally. You whispered his name, breathless, as he switched to the other breast, lavishing it with the same tender focus.

“You’re doing so good, Levi,” you breathed.

He moaned again, deep, needy, muffled by your skin. His hands roamed your back now, pulling you closer, and you let him explore. Let him take his time. Let him have you.

He kept tasting you like he didn’t know what to do with himself, flicking his tongue gently, then suckling softly, then pausing just to breathe against your chest, as if the warmth alone was enough to undo him.

And it was.

When he finally pulled back, lips wet and cheeks flushed, his eyes were glassy. He looked overwhelmed. Beautifully, hopelessly overwhelmed.

“You okay?” you asked softly, brushing his hair back from his face.

He nodded, but it was shaky. “No one’s ever… I’ve never had…”

You leaned forward and kissed his forehead.

“You have it now,” you whispered. “You have me.”

He wrapped his arms around you and held you there, head buried against your bare chest, letting you rock him gently.

And in that quiet moment, Levi Ackerman, the strongest soldier, the cleanest man, the most emotionally closed-off person you’d ever met melted.

Because for the first time in his life, he felt safe enough to fall apart.

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[fiastomatocheek]

NO DETOUR TOO FAR

requested: yes | req: dating quinn comes with getting the most random calls from jack and luke all the time because you’re the older sister they never had — but when one night luke and jack call you and tell you how everything’s going to shit in jersey because they’re both injured now, you and quinn get on a plane to help both of them, without a second thought.

pairing: quinn hughes x f!reader

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, found family, domestic.

warnings: emotional vulnerability, mild injury descriptions, a few curse words (optional and mild), mentions of post-surgery recovery.

summary: dating quinn means loving him deeply but it also means becoming the older sister jack and luke never had. from random late-night cooking calls to emotional hockey check-ins, they’ve slowly become part of your heart, too. so when both brothers suffer injuries that threaten more than just their seasons, you and quinn don’t hesitate for a second. you catch the first flight to new jersey, armed with fluffy pancakes, jasmine tea, and the kind of love that never needs to be spoken to be understood.

fia’s note: dearest to my lovely readers, i’ve decided i’m going to start calling you all my sweet tomatoes because why not? it’s cute, and honestly, it fits the vibe 🍅💌 this fic was actually a request from back in may (i know, i know, it’s been a minute 😭), but i finally got around to finishing it, and i really hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it. sending love always, xx.

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“Quinn,”

“Sometimes I think Jack and Luke are the little brothers I never knew I needed,” you murmured, breaking the comfortable silence.

The mug in your hands, your feet were tucked under you on the plush couch, and Quinn’s arm rested comfortably over your shoulders.

Quinn chuckled, a low, warm sound that vibrated through his chest.

“They think of you like that too, you know. Jack’s always asking if you’re coming to the next family thing. And Luke? He’s got this weird sixth sense for when something’s off with us. Like if you don’t show up to a game or miss a FaceTime, he’s convinced I screwed up somehow.”

You laughed into your tea.

“He’s not entirely wrong to suspect you.”

Quinn rolled his eyes, feigning offense. “I never do anything wrong.”

“Oh, really? That time you forgot our anniversary?” you teased, arching a brow.

He groaned, tilting his head back against the couch.

“Okay, one time.”

“One very memorable time,” you shot back, smirking.

He gave you a playful nudge, but the moment softened into something quieter, more intimate.

“Seriously, though,” he said, his voice gentle.

“They love you. You make it easy for them. You pick up every call, even the one where Jack asked how to boil broccoli at 1 a.m.”

You snorted, the memory vivid. “He said it was ‘urgent.’ Like life-or-death broccoli.”

“Don’t forget Luke’s emergency brownies,” Quinn added, grinning.

“He’s still convinced yours are magic.”

“I told him to wait eleven minutes before checking on them. He peeked at nine. Rookie mistake.”

You leaned into Quinn’s side, your heart swelling at the thought of the Hughes brothers. Jack would always calling you for everything from fashion advice to how to fix a botched smoothie. Luke’s quieter, more thoughtful check-ins, texting you about laundry detergent because it ‘smelled like home.’ They’d woven themselves into your life in the same effortless, comforting way family does, a messy, ridiculous, and irreplaceable.

Your phone rang on the coffee table, the screen lighting up with Jack’s name. It wasn’t unusual for Jack to call at odd hours, but something about the late hour made your stomach twist faintly.

You picked up before the second ring.

“Hey, Jacky. What’s up?”

His voice on the other end wasn’t the usual boisterous hum you’d grown used to. It was almost like a low, tired, and fragile.

“Hey… how are you and Q?”

You sat up straighter, concern creeping in.

“We’re good. About to head to the store for some groceries. You okay?”

There was a pause, too long for Jack, who usually filled every silence with a quip or a story. Then he exhaled, a shaky sound.

“Not really. Luke and I… we’re both out. Shoulder surgeries. Both of us. It’s… it’s been rough. For both of us.”

Your heart sank. You glanced at Quinn, whose expression had shifted to one of quiet alarm, his hand tightening slightly on your shoulder as he leaned in to listen.

“Are you… are you guys coming to Jersey anytime soon?”

Jack asked, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant.

“I know it’s a lot, but it’s been bad. Luke’s trying to act chill, but I can tell he’s not. And I just… I don’t know. Thought maybe seeing you both might help.”

Your voice was steady, even as your chest ached.

“We’ll be there tomorrow morning.”

Jack’s breath hitched on the other end.

“Wait… seriously? Just like that?”

“Of course, Jack. Don’t be silly. You guys are family.”

You hung up and turned to Quinn, who was already on his feet, grabbing his phone.

“We’re going,” you said, not a question but a statement.

“Already booking the flights,” he replied, his fingers flying over his phone screen.

“Let’s pack and head to the airport tonight.”

Five hours later, with barely enough sleep and two carry-ons stuffed with essentials, your homemade pancake mix, a few of Quinn’s games for the boys, and a small tin of your ‘magic’ brownie recipe, you and Quinn landed in New Jersey just as the sun began to rise.

The Uber driver dropped you off outside Jack and Luke’s shared apartment, you pulled out the spare key Jack had insisted you keep ‘In case of emergencies… or if I lock myself out again’, gave it to Quinn and pushed open the door quietly.

Jack and Luke’s apartment smelled like burnt, probably Jack’s latest attempt at ‘cooking.’ You smiled despite yourself, but the sight in the living room stopped you in your tracks.

Jack and Luke were sprawled across the couch, both fast asleep, their slung-up shoulders propped awkwardly on pillows. Jack’s mouth was slightly open, a faint snore escaping, while Luke’s head was tilted at an angle that couldn’t possibly be comfortable. Their faces, even in sleep, carried a weight of vulnerable, exhausted, and unmistakably young.

You set your bag down gently, motioning for Quinn to unpack the essentials in the guest room while you tied your hair up and headed for the kitchen. You knew the drill. Flour, eggs, baking powder, a pinch of salt. The butter sizzled in the pan, and the familiar sound of mixing batter and flipping pancakes. You drizzled honey over each one, just the way Jack and Luke liked them, the golden syrup catching the light.

“You’re here,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep and relief.

“I told you we would be,”

You said, crossing the kitchen to pull him into a careful side hug, mindful of his shoulder.

“Go sit. Breakfast’s almost ready.”

Quinn emerged from the guest room just as Luke shuffled in, rubbing his eyes with his good hand.

“Smells like your pancakes,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.

“That’s because they are,” you replied.

“Come on, sit.”

The four of you gathered at the small dining table, plates stacked with warm pancakes and a pot of jasmine tea in the center. For a moment, no one spoke, just the soft clinks of forks against plates and the slow, deliberate chewing of warm food.

Jack broke the silence first.

“I feel like shit,” he admitted, staring at his plate.

“Like… not just physically. But like I let everyone down. The team. The fans. Ourselves.”

Luke swallowed, his eyes fixed on his mug.

“Yeah. I keep thinking I could’ve done something different. Dodged a hit, maybe. Or… I don’t know. I just feel useless.”

You reached across the table, placing your hand over both of theirs, your grip firm but gentle.

“Do you know how proud we are of you?” you said, your voice thick with emotion.

“You’ve been playing this game since you could barely walk. You’ve given your heart to it, every single day. A surgery doesn’t change that. It doesn’t change who you are.”

Quinn nodded, his expression steady but fierce.

“She’s right. This isn’t the end of anything. It’s just a detour. You’re still Jack and Luke Hughes, and you’re still two of the best people we know.”

You squeezed their hands.

“You’re not just hockey players. You’re good men. Kind, funny, loving little brothers we both adore. And if all you ever did was call us at 2 a.m. to ask how to boil broccoli again, we’d still be proud.”

Jack’s eyes glistened, and he looked away quickly, trying to hide it. Luke wasn’t as subtle a single tear slipped down his cheek, and he wiped it away with the back of his good hand, a small, sheepish smile breaking through.

“I wish you guys could stay until we’re better,” Luke mumbled, his voice barely audible.

You exchanged a glance with Quinn, your heart aching at the vulnerability in Luke’s words.

“We wish we could, too,” you said softly.

“But we’ll be here as long as we can. And when we’re not…”

Quinn leaned in, his voice warm but firm.

“We’ll FaceTime everyday if you want. Or every other day. Four times a week minimum. Deal?”

Jack and Luke both nodded, their smiles returning slowly, tentative but real. For now, the surgeries, the rehab, the disappointment they could wait. Because this? This was family.

One evening, as the four of you sat on the couch with a pile of blankets and a muted hockey game on in the background, Jack turned to you.

“You know, I was kinda joking when I asked you to come. I didn’t think you’d actually drop everything.”

You raised an eyebrow,

“And miss the chance to nag you in person? Never.”

Luke laughed, the sound lighter than it had been in days.

“You’re stuck with us now, you know. No escaping.”

Quinn draped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.

“Good. We wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Days turned into a week, you and Quinn helped the boys navigate their new routines from physical therapy appointments, medication schedules, and the occasional emotional breakdown. You taught Jack how to make a proper smoothie (no more blending entire bananas with the peel on), and you sat with Luke during his quieter moments, letting him talk when he was ready and staying silent when he wasn’t.

When it was time to head back to Vancouver, the goodbye was harder than you expected. Jack hugged you tightly, his good arm squeezing you like he didn’t want to let go. Luke with his hug was just as fierce, his face buried in your shoulder for a moment longer than usual.

“Call us,”

You said, pointing at them as you and Quinn stood in the doorway.

“Anytime. For anything.”

“Even broccoli emergencies?” Jack asked, a glimmer of his old mischief returning.

“Especially broccoli emergencies,” you replied, grinning.

As the door closed behind you, you felt Quinn’s hand slip into yours, his grip so steady.

“You’re pretty good at this big sister thing,” he said quietly.

You smiled, leaning into him as you walked toward the Uber.

“Only because I’ve got the best partner in crime.”

Flight home, both of you lost in thought. You knew Jack and Luke would be okay but more than that, they had you and Quinn, and that was a bond no injury could break.

[wolvietxt]

picking up the pieces

pairing : frank castle x fem!reader warnings : hurt/comfort, crying, reverse comfort (kinda), not proofread, neighbour!frank, established relationship, petnames summary : frank’s self-deprecating comments finally get to you wc : 2.2k a/n : guys i’m #alive and #thriving don’t worry stop asking me if i’ve died thank you though🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

you weren’t supposed to fall for him.

not when he barely said a word for the first three months you lived next to him. not when you figured out pretty quick that he came home with bruises that didn’t match the kind of work he’d told you he did. not when you’d catch him sitting on the front stoop, covered in sawdust or blood or both, breathing like the air hurt.

but somehow it just… happened.

he came over once because you left a note on his door. hey - package came to mine by mistake. he looked confused when he knocked, like he didn’t think you’d actually write something so simple. you watched him glance at the box, then back at you, and you could tell from the way he cleared his throat that he didn’t know how to say thanks.

after that, he started showing up more.

bringing your mail. checking on the leaky faucet you mentioned offhandedly. standing a little closer each time, like he didn’t want to leave.

then one night, you knocked on his door.

you were crying, and you didn’t say why. just said can i come in? and he nodded, stepping aside without asking anything. he held you all night and didn’t ask a single question. but the next morning, he made coffee and you found out he took his black, no sugar. you told him that was insane and he just said, “you’re insane,” with the ghost of a smile. and from that point on, it was… different.

you kissed him two weeks later. he kissed you like he’d been waiting years.

it’d been eight months since that first night. eight months of quiet dinners, long showers, fingers laced tight under the covers, and frank’s body curled protectively around yours like he’s trying to shield you from the world.

right now, you’re curled up in his lap. it’s raining outside, soft and steady, and frank’s got one hand on your thigh, his thumb dragging slow lines across your skin. the tv’s playing something neither of you are really watching.

he smells like soap. like flannel and heat and something that always makes your stomach flip.

“you know,” you murmur, “you could stand to take a compliment once in a while.”

his thumb stills. “i take ‘em.”

“you deflect them.”

“same thing.”

you glance up at him, turning to rest your cheek against his chest. “i said you were a good man earlier and you said ‘debatable.’ what even is that?”

frank snorts softly. “it’s honesty.”

you make a face, nudge his ribs with your elbow. “you saved that guy last week. the one in the alley? you didn't even know him.”

“guy was gettin’ his ass handed to him by two meth-heads. it ain't that deep.”

you push yourself up a little, looking at him. “yeah, well you didn’t have to get involved. but you always do. because that’s just who you are.”

he looks at you then. just for a beat. his face unreadable.

“…maybe i just like pickin’ fights,” he says finally. there’s a rough edge to his voice, but it’s not angry. more like resigned.

you laugh softly. “okay, tough guy. sure.”

he grunts. “’s the truth.”

you lean in, brushing a kiss to his jaw, then nuzzle into the space under his arm again. “you’re good, frank. whether you believe it or not.”

he mutters, almost to himself, “i’m just a mess, sweetheart. you’re gonna get tired of picking up the pieces.”

you freeze.

it’s not that what he said is cruel. it’s not even new - he’s done this before, poked at himself like he’s just some walking mess. but tonight, it lands different. heavier. sharper.

you don’t answer. just stay still, curled against him, eyes open and fixed on nothing.

frank doesn’t notice at first. his hand moves back to your thigh, slow and steady, but something about your silence must click. eventually, he tilts his head down, squinting at you in the dim light.

“…hey.”

you blink.

“what?” your voice is too soft, too tight.

“you okay?”

“yeah.” you try to smile, to brush it off. but it’s barely there, and your eyes won’t meet his.

frank shifts a little to get a better look at you. the arm around your back pulls you closer, like he’s anchoring you to him. “what’s goin’ on in that head?”

you shake your head. “nothing. just… tired, i guess.”

he studies you for a second, then lifts a hand and brushes your hair gently behind your ear. “you don’t look tired.”

you glance at him for half a second before looking away again. it’s too much. he’s too much.

because he’s here. breathing and warm and solid beside you. and somehow, even after everything, he still doesn’t understand what it means when you look at him and say you’re good.

you press your face into his shoulder like you can hide there.

but the tears are already coming.

you try to turn your face further away, but you’re curled toward him, wrapped up in him - there’s nowhere to go. your hand comes up to your cheek instinctively, wiping the first tear before he can see, but you know he does.

you feel his whole body shift slightly.

“baby,” he says, low. confused.

you shake your head again, voice trembling. “it’s nothing.”

he leans forward just a bit, trying to see your face. “what’s wrong?”

“nothing, i swear - i just…” your throat closes up. you press your lips together and try to breathe through your nose, but it doesn’t work. your shoulders shake. “god, i don’t even know what’s wrong with me.”

his hand cups your jaw suddenly, tilting your face gently toward him.

“hey,” he says again, firmer. “sweetheart. look at me.”

you don’t want to. your eyes are glassy, lashes wet, cheeks red. you feel stupid. overly sensitive. like you’ve just ruined the softest moment with your own mess.

but he’s holding your face like you’re glass. like you’re made of something precious.

you blink up at him and your voice breaks.

“i just - i wish you could see yourself the way i do.”

frank’s lips part slightly. he doesn’t speak. his thumb brushes under your eye, catching the tear that slips down.

you exhale shakily, a little embarrassed now that it’s all out in the open.

“you say stuff like that,” you whisper, “like you’re some kind of monster. like you’re not good. and it just - it kills me. because you’re… you’re everything to me. you know that?”

his brows furrow. he looks like he doesn’t know what to say.

“…i don’t - ”

“i know you’ve been through hell. i know you think all that stuff ruined you. but it didn’t. not to me.” you swallow hard. “you love me like no one ever has. you take care of me. you make me feel safe. like i can breathe.”

your voice cracks again and frank just moves, pulling you into his lap before you can say another word.

he wraps both arms around you and holds you tight against his chest, one hand cradling the back of your head like you might fall apart if he lets go.

“shh, baby,” he murmurs into your hair. “c’mere. i got you.”

you bury your face into his neck and let yourself cry, finally giving in. it’s not loud. just quiet, broken little gasps against his skin as your fingers clutch the back of his shirt.

he doesn’t rush you. doesn’t say anything else for a long time.

just rocks you slightly, thumb tracing slow circles into your spine.

when your breathing finally evens out, he shifts just enough to look down at you. you don’t pull back. you stay pressed to him, arms tight around his waist.

“…you sure you ain’t got me mixed up with somebody else?” he says quietly.

you lift your head, watery eyes searching his face. “frank,” you whine.

he gives a soft sigh, like he already knows what you’re about to say but needed to hear it anyway.

“you’re mine,” you whisper. “you’re so good to me. you don’t have to be perfect, you just have to stay.”

he cups your face again and kisses your forehead. not rushed. not distracting. just gentle, grounding. and then another kiss to your temple. then your cheek. then your mouth - slow and soft and deep.

when he finally pulls back, he’s looking at you like maybe, just maybe, he’s starting to believe it.

“you ain’t goin’ anywhere either,” he says. “you hear me?”

you nod. your hand slides up to rest on the back of his neck. “i’m right here.”

“yeah you are.”

he presses his forehead to yours and closes his eyes.

and for a long time, the only sound in the room is the rain outside and the soft hum of his breath against your skin.

the rain’s stopped by morning. the quiet hum of the house is almost peaceful, except for the soft clink of dishes in the kitchen and the distant chirp of birds outside the window. you’re curled up in the same spot you were last night, still wrapped in the warmth of frank’s body. the bed’s slightly colder now where his body had been, but you feel tethered to him in a way that’s grounding, safe.

he’s already up when you open your eyes, the soft scrape of the kitchen chair against the floor letting you know he's busy. you don’t rush to get up, letting yourself linger in the comfort of the bed, still feeling the traces of his arms around you. the scent of coffee wafts into the room, pulling you from your hazy morning thoughts.

frank appears in the doorway a few moments later, coffee in hand. his hair’s a little tousled, and he’s wearing that worn, grey t-shirt of his you love. the sight of him makes your heart stutter in a way you still haven’t gotten used to. 

he doesn’t say anything at first, just stands there, his gaze soft and steady as it meets yours. there’s a quiet understanding between you, something built from the words left unsaid last night, from the vulnerability you shared. there’s a gentleness to his presence now, like he’s giving you space to breathe without making you feel like you have to speak.

after a moment, he walks over and sets the coffee down on the nightstand, then sits down next to you, the bed creaking under his weight.

you shift slightly, leaning into him, your head resting on his shoulder. it’s a small gesture, but it feels like everything, like the world is aligning in these quiet moments. there’s a peace here, one that’s fragile but steady.

he picks up his mug, taking a slow sip before setting it back down. “ain’t used to somebody cryin’ over me and stickin’ around,” he mutters, voice low. the words aren’t heavy, but they’re raw - like he’s still figuring out what it means for someone to care that much.

you don’t answer right away, just let yourself settle deeper into his side, the warmth of his body grounding you, making everything feel a little less sharp. you close your eyes for a moment, feeling the beat of his heart against your cheek, the weight of his arm around your shoulders.

finally, you speak, your voice soft but steady. “you don’t have to get used to it. i’m not going anywhere.” 

his hand brushes against your hair, gentle and comforting, before he lets it rest on your shoulder, his thumb moving in slow, rhythmic circles. “yeah?” he asks, his voice almost tentative, like he’s still unsure if this is real.

“yeah,” you whisper, barely more than a breath. “i’m here. always.”

for a long moment, neither of you speaks. you don’t need to. the quiet fills the space between you, wrapping around you both like a blanket. it’s comfortable, the kind of silence that doesn’t feel heavy, but full of understanding. full of trust.

you finally pull back just enough to look at him, meeting his gaze. there’s a softness in his eyes now, a flicker of something you haven’t seen before - something like hope, quiet but steady.

he looks at you for a beat, like he’s trying to figure out if he can believe it. then he sighs, almost to himself, and leans down to kiss the top of your head, slow and tender.

the rain’s long gone, and outside, the sky’s starting to clear, the sun creeping in. but in here, in this quiet moment with him, everything feels like it’s finally falling into place.

you feel his breath against your skin as he holds you, his arms strong but careful, like he’s afraid you’ll break if he lets go. but you don’t need to be held that tight, not anymore. you’re grounded now, by him, by this quiet, simple love.

the morning moves slowly, and for the first time in a long while, you let yourself breathe, really breathe, without the weight of everything else hanging over you. with frank, it’s different.

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

clark kent finding out you read superman fanfic fem!reader. just fluff, 0.8k words really hope this hasn't been done. I'll off myself if it has

it was late, very late, and you were doing your mandatory read in bed — a step in your night routine you couldn’t possibly go without. but tonight you were compelled to read something else, to turn a blind eye to the book on your nightstand. 

a couple hours prior, you stumbled upon something online, something you had no idea existed. and for those said couple hours, you got sucked into a wormhole of different pages and accounts, all of them posting writings of your boyfriend. initially, it was odd. very odd. almost uncomfortable to read fantasised encounters of the man that currently resides beside you, about the man sleeping in your bed. but the more you begin to read, the harder it became to put your phone down. 

you feel clark stir beside you, inhaling deeply as he adjusts against the mattress. you hold yourself still and turn your phone to face down, essentially shielding the illuminated white light. 

“I thought you were asleep,” clark murmurs, voice tired and low — barely awake. 

“I was,” you fake a yawn. “you must've woke me up.”

he drapes an arm around your waist, pulling you back into him so he can cuddle into your behind. “liar.”

“no, I don’t think so.”

clark presses a kiss to the back of your shoulder and his eyes flutter closed against your skin, breathing growing heavier, though his brain is still capable of thought. “you were giggling.”

you shift abruptly and roll over, your back now flat to the mattress. “I was not.”

“I think so,” he presses a kiss to your cheek. With your sudden repositioning, you’ve seemingly woke him up, though his voice has yet to part with that groggy, sleepy tone. “what were you reading?” he asks, the tip of his nose nuzzling against your cheek.

“I wasn’t reading anything,” you lie, and his head playfully cocks against you. 

“what were you reading?” he repeats. 

you fake a snore to avoid the question — not so keen on admitting the fact you were reading fanfiction of the man that lays beside you. 

he litters a cluster of kisses to your face in an attempt to pry the answer out of you and it results in a small fit of squeals and you pushing his face away. “okay, okay,” you even yourself out. “okay, gosh, alright fine.”

“thank you,” he presses a final kiss to your cheek and pulls away slightly as he adjusts, the side of his head now resting on his fist — face still close.

“so— I can’t believe you're making me say this… so have you heard of fanfiction?” you ask and pause, waiting for his response, and when he shakes his head, you resume. “they’re these little fan-made stories that people write and post online.”

“I know what it is,” he chuckles. “I was just teasing you.”

You lightly slap his arm, and shake your head with faux disapproval. “that’s mean.”

“I know,” he pouts jovially and kisses you once more to make up for it. “anyway, please continue.”

“right okay, so it seems people have more to say than just criticise you…”

his head cocks again and his brows scrunch, facial expressions like that of intrigue — like he’s wordlessly asking you to elaborate. 

“I found some pages that write that of you.”

“what, uh, what do they say?” he asks, voice nonchalant, but really he was quite keen. he couldn’t show how genuinely compelled he was.

“they’re uhm…” you clear your throat. “uh, pretty horny,” you chuckle. 

“are they…” he pauses, adjusting his tone to pretend he’s not so interested. “Are they any good?”

you nod bashfully and your face scrunches coltishly, almost like you were ashamed of yourself for how much you seem to enjoy them. “I know I’ve got the real thing,” you place a hand to his face and give his cheeks a quick smoosh between your thumb and forefinger. “but they’re so fun— like this one I’m reading now, y/n— that’s me by the way, she was just saved by superman and they have a connection. he remembers her and they have a little moment— it’s really cute.”

clark has very little response and you begin to worry if you’ve said too much — reading fan-made stories is totally fine in itself, but to admit to your boyfriend that you read freaky little fiction about him that was made by freaky little people on the internet is another thing. but this is clark, a man so trusting and pure of heart, he would never think any less of you because of it. plus they were about him, how could he possibly disapprove?

“do they compare to the real thing?” he asks humorously, dimpled smile growing dorky at the thought. 

“to you? not a chance.”

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how I felt writing this..

[brokenmenswhore]

a proposition: finale | poly!marauders

#8

pairing: spoilers!!: wolfstar x fem!reader

warnings: smut (MDNI 18+), anal, threesome, not proofread!!

a/n: here’s your final episode :) the consistent outpouring of love, praise, and support for this series has been the most wonderful, validating, truly irreproducible thing. i will never receive this much love ever again. the thank yous that i owe this community wouldn’t even do this feeling justice. thank you.

a proposition: masterlist

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You had agreed to tell Remus first.

You had also agreed that you would wait until after doing so to tell the rest of the group. You didn’t know how they would react, but you knew that it would mean leaving the group. You and Sirius both hoped that everyone would be fine to continue hanging out together, just without the sex from you two.

Still, the nerves of telling your friends was nothing compared to the nerves of telling Remus. You had thought for hours about whether or not you were ready to give up Remus in order to have Sirius to yourself, should he say no. You were also worried that you were getting in the middle of a friendship; Sirius and Remus were two of the closest souls you’d ever met. If you caused a rift, you’d never forgive yourself.

But it was hard to tell Remus when you and Sirius were incapable of being alone for longer than six seconds without him being on you. Especially when you had to keep it a secret until Remus knew.

“We agreed that we were gonna do it today,” you giggled, trying (not very hard) to push Sirius off of you.

“Mhm,” Sirius hummed, his lips attached to your neck, as he pretended to listen to you.

“Siri! We said!”

“Mhm,” he hummed again, ignoring you.

“Down boy,” you joked.

Sirius sighed and gave in, lifting his head to look at you. “You can’t give me fifteen minutes?”

You raised your eyebrows at him.

“Fine, ten.”

“Sirius!”

“Okay, five. I honestly don’t even need that long.”

“We were supposed to have done this already, remember?”

Sirius dipped his head. You had actually planned on telling Remus days ago, but every single time you and Sirius met up to go do it, his hands immediately found their way to your body, and you folded.

Sirius traced your jawline with his thumb, holding your chin between his fingers as he placed a soft kiss on your lips. “I would rather die than share you with anyone other than Remus,” he said, and you knew he meant it, “so you’re lucky it’s him.”

“Not even James? Wow, such favoritism,” you lightened the mood.

You meant it as a joke, but Sirius’s jaw clenched. “James doesn’t ever get to touch you again,” he said, “so he better learn to live with that.”

You tilted your head. “You’re stalling.”

“I’ve never been anxious about talking to Remus of all people,” he admitted.

“I’m sorry,” you replied.

“Why?”

“Because you wouldn’t have to if I wasn’t like this,” you said.

Sirius placed a kiss on your forehead. “You don’t have to apologize, hun, I get it. Remus is a smokeshow.”

You blushed. “Oh yeah. Way hotter than you.”

“He wishes,” Sirius said, making a show of shaking his hair away from his face, “no one is hotter than me.”

“Can’t argue with that,” you agreed.

“Really?” he said, “if I’m so hot, then what do you feel when I do this to you?”

Sirius’s hips ground down onto yours, putting pressure directly onto your core. You whimpered at the sensation, and Sirius grinned.

“Not fair,” you swallowed.

“Give me four and a half minutes,” he pleaded.

“Sirius-“

“Four. Minutes.”

You sighed. He might have been keeping the mood lighthearted, but you knew that deep down, he was needy. He was about to start sharing you, and he just wanted the assurance that you were his no matter what. You could give him that happily.

“No way in hell you can make me come in four minutes.”

Sirius cocked an eyebrow. “You kiddin’?”

“If you think you can, then prove it,” you challenged.

Sirius groaned as he caught your lips in a kiss, his hand finding its way to your throat, keeping you pressed down against the mattress. He used his other hand to pull your underwear down your body just enough to give him access.

He unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down only as much as he needed, his semi-hard already aching as he prodded your entrance.

Sirius never bothered with removing, or even just moving, your skirt. He liked it a little too much, and loved to watch the fabric fold with each thrust into you. It almost made it feel secretive, like no one had to know what was happening under your skirt but the two of you.

“Three and a half minutes left,” you teased.

Sirius slammed his entire length into you with one thrust of his hips, causing your body to jolt as you moaned at the sudden feeling. His hand never left your throat.

Sirius didn’t bother to ease you into the sex, but rather immediately began to fuck you hard, nearly pulling out each time before slamming his whole cock back into you.

He leaned down and swallowed one of your moans before heavy breathing, “you’re being real bratty today. You must have forgotten that I know what I do to you. And I know how you like it.”

Sirius began to rub circles onto your clit, causing your hips to squirm underneath him. He slapped the side of your thigh and said “don’t move.”

“I-“

“Stay fucking still,” Sirius said, his grip on your throat getting a little bit tighter.

You simply moaned in response, trying desperately to still your hips, despite his touch. You couldn’t. You kept squirming.

“I said stay still,” he repeated, “do you understand me?”

“Yes,” you gasped.

“Yes what?”

“Yes Siri.”

“Try again.”

You gazed up at Sirius, his cock never slowing down as you searched his eyes for any indication of what he meant. You’d never called him anything else.

Through shallow breaths and moans, you asked, “do you want sir or daddy?”

Sirius bowed his head, gripping your hip harshly as he fucked you even harder, the filthy noise of skin hitting skin becoming louder and more frequent. “Bloody hell,” he said, the question sending him over the edge, “say yes sir.”

“Yes sir,” you moaned.

Sirius couldn’t help but bite down on your shoulder, trying to contain his noises as he fucked you as hard as he possibly could. He pushed your throat even further into the mattress, his other hand holding your hip in place, making sure you were staying still for him. “Again.”

“Yes, sir, fuck, yes, Siri, I can’t-“

“You can do it, baby, come for me.”

“I-“

“Come on my cock, that’s it,” Sirius egged you on, causing you to hit your climax and squeeze his cock like a vice. Your hips would have lifted if he wasn’t gripping them in place, and your thighs shook around his waist.

“That’s it, good fucking girl,” he growled, “fuck, tell me where to come.”

“Anywhere,” you breathed.

Sirius pressed his forehead against yours as he pulled out of you, stroking himself as he released onto your stomach.

You stayed there for a few minutes, breathing one another in as you caught your breath.

“Guess we should go find Rem,” Sirius whispered.

“Five minutes,” you smiled.

────── ☾ ──────

“Knock.”

“You said you’d knock.”

“I did not.”

“You literally said-“

“Just knock on the door.”

“You gave me this whole big speech about how you had to be the one to take the leap-“

“Okay!” Sirius gave in, knocking on the door to the Quidditch prep room.

Remus swung the door open, confused. “Why the fuck are you knocking? It’s not a private prep room.”

You and Sirius just turned to one another. Sirius said, “I have a girl with me. This is the men’s prep room.”

“That you do,” Remus said, “I see you’re on speaking terms again?”

You and Sirius exchanged a look. “Yeah, we worked it out.”

Remus smirked at Sirius and stepped back, allowing you and Sirius to enter the prep room as he went back to reorganizing his Quidditch storage space.

“So,” Remus said, “you two are all good?”

You took a seat on the bench between the two rows of storage spaces, and Sirius stayed standing directly behind you.

“We’re good,” Sirius said, and then lowering the volume of his voice, he continued, “a little more than good.”

You felt the heat rush into your cheeks.

Remus whipped his head around to face you. “Oh?”

Your leg began to furiously shake. You swallowed your nerves down and took a deep breath. “We actually came here because we need to talk to you about that,” you admitted.

Remus took a deep breath and stood up, leaning one shoulder against the row of storage spaces to his left. “Okay. Shoot.” He was so casual that it was almost more difficult to speak.

“You’re gonna make us say it?” Sirius asked.

“Mhm,” Remus crossed his arms.

“But you know.”

“All I know is that you two have been M.I.A. for a couple of weeks now, and now you’re suddenly in contact again.“

“Well, yeah, we’re together, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Sirius said.

Remus took a second to absorb the confession. You watched all of his facial features and body gestures in painstaking detail. You were not ready to lose Remus.

“So you’re exclusive?” Remus asked.

Sirius just shrugged, knowing you weren’t exactly exclusive, but you weren’t exactly not.

“You want out of the group?” Remus asked.

You and Sirius just stared at him. Neither of you really knew what to say or how to pivot the conversation where you needed it. Sirius wanted you to take the lead since this was mostly about you still needing Remus around, but you were too nervous to say anything.

Your nerves started to get the better of you, and your other leg began to shake. Your breathing quickened, and you couldn’t stop fidgeting with your hands. You tried to swallow the nerves down, but your breath was becoming shallow with the quickness.

“Hey hey hey,” Remus said, kneeling down in front of you, taking your hands in his, “relax, relax. What’s going on? Talk to me, baby.”

He knew which word would reel you back in.

“I’m nervous to ask you,” you said.

Remus kept his voice calm and sweet. “Ask me what, hm?”

You took a few breaths, resetting yourself before speaking. “Sirius and I are together,” you said, “but I want us to be together, with, you know… with you.”

Remus looked deep into your eyes. He didn’t know what to say.

In mere moments, you felt yourself slipping back into that shy, blushy girl that was nervous to ask Remus to take her virginity.

“You-“ Remus looked between you and Sirius, “you both want that?”

You both looked to Sirius, knowing that the question was mostly for him.

Sirius ran his fingers through his hair. “I mean, yeah,” he started, “I’d be happy to have her all to myself, trust me, but the only condition she had, was you.”

“So only she wants this,” Remus said.

“I want her,” Sirius explained, “and I’m happy to do anything that means I get that. She said she can’t give you up. You’re my best friend. You’re the only person I would share her with. Besides, listening to her choke on a dick during backshots would be hot as fuck, so it’s fine.”

You started choking on air.

Remus giggled. “So you’re okay with this because threesomes are hot?”

“I’m okay with this because it means I get her,” Sirius said, completely serious, “if the only little thing along with that is that she wants to fuck you, I can live with that. Hell, she coulda asked for way worse than that.”

You could feel the heat in your cheeks. Remus turned his attention back to you. “You’ve really talked about this, huh?”

You nodded your head up and down.

“So you want me to, like, date both of you?” Remus asked.

“Not if you don’t want to,” you said, “dating wasn’t exactly what we came here to propose.”

“So you two aren’t dating?”

“We are,” Sirius clarified.

“Ah, I see, you just want me for my body, then,” Remus joked.

You dropped your head. “When you put it like that-“

“I can’t operate in our group if you two branch off, and I still fuck you,” Remus said, “that wouldn’t be fair to everyone else. You know what I mean?”

You nodded.

He continued, “so are you asking me to still just fuck you, or are you asking me to date you?”

You honestly hadn’t thought about what Remus said. You figured he would go on as normal, and only you and Sirius wouldn’t. You weren’t sure where to go from here. “I don’t know,” you admitted.

“Listen, baby, Sirius and I have been best friends for years. We fuck around, but- and Sirius, stop me if I’m wrong, but I’m gonna speak for both of us here- we’re too close as friends to date. It’s just not like that with us. We’re best mates. We have plenty of sex, but that’s it. We can’t cross that line, we’ve never wanted to,” Remus said.

“Yeah, yeah, no that makes sense,” you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear as you looked to your fidgeting hands in your lap, “I understand.”

“He’s right, that’s just not us,” Sirius said, toying with a few strands of your hair.

“Yeah,” Remus agreed, “and I can’t be involved with your relationship and still be in the group. You get that too right?”

“Mhm,” you vocalized, “I get it, Rem. I do. I just figured it was worth asking, but it’s okay. Really.”

Remus looked at the conflicted emotions written all over your face, and could see you weren’t sure what to do from here, but that you were disappointed, so he tilted his head to catch your attention back from your hands.

“So if we’re gonna do this, you’re gonna have to date me, too.”

You blinked dramatically several times before speaking. “What?”

“That’s the only way this works,” Remus said.

“But- wait, wait, wait, so- but… and you, but-“

“Hold on,” Sirius said, “can you give us a minute?”

Remus and Sirius exchanged a heavy glance. Without speaking, they had an entire conversation about how Remus didn’t understand why he should leave, but Sirius just needed a private moment to speak to you, but Remus thought anything said could be said in front of him, but holy shit Remus can you just give us a minute already.

Remus reluctantly walked toward the door, said “two minutes. I’m counting,” and left, shutting the door behind him.

Sirius swung in front of you and knelt down, catching your attention. “We didn’t talk about this.”

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t think he’d agree to date you,” Sirius explained, “we didn’t talk about what we wanted to do if that happened.”

“Okay, so talk about it,” you said.

“I assumed we’d be together, and if he agreed to this, you’d just fuck around every once in a while,” Sirius said, “I didn’t think I’d have to share you that much.”

“You don’t own me, Sirius,” you said, and it came off much more confrontational than you intended.

“I know, I know,” Sirius began to shut down.

“I didn’t mean that negatively,” you said, toying with a strand of his hair and tucking it behind his ear, “I just mean that I tried to be upfront with you about me and Remus. You said you were okay with it.”

“I am.”

“So what’s going on? Where is this insecurity coming from?”

“I don’t know.”

You took a deep breath and remembered to be gentle. “I’ve told you this before, but I’ll say it again, Sirius. Whatever is between myself and Remus does not impact what’s between us. I don’t have a finite amount of love to go around, you know.”

Sirius stared at you for so long that you assumed he disassociated and forgot what you said.

“Siriu-“

“You love me?”

You paused. “What?”

“You said you don’t have a finite amount of love to go around. Are you saying you love me?”

“Right now feels like a really bad time to have this conversation-“

“Just answer the question.”

“But if I say it now then it’ll feel like I’m manipulating your decision or your feelings about this and I really don’t want to-“

“You know I love you,” Sirius cut your ramble off, “if we love each other, I can do this. That’s all I need. I love Remus in a different way. But if you love me, and if I can always say you loved me first, I can do this.”

“I don’t want to manipulate you.”

“You’re not manipulating me, Y/N, I really am okay with you and Remus. But if you’re going to date, I need to know where we stand. Please.”

“I just-“

“Please.”

You took a deep breath. “I love you.”

Sirius smiled and immediately leaned toward you, pulling your head toward his as he captured your lips in a kiss.

You pulled away. “So what are we saying to Remus when he comes back in? Are you really okay with this?”

“I am. I promise I’d say if I wasn’t. Is this what you want?”

“I want you both.”

“Time’s up,” Remus said, swinging the door open, “what’d I miss?”

Sirius stayed knelt in front of you, and he took one of your hands in his own. “Oh, nothing.”

“I’m assuming you spoke about what I said,” Remus said.

“Yeah,” you confirmed.

“And?”

“You really want to date me?” you asked.

Remus shrugged as if it was the most casual conversation ever. “Well, I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed to it, considering my feelings for you and all.”

You tilted your head. “Your what?”

“Oh come on, I know you feel what I feel. It’s soul, it’s more than just body. Don’t act surprised.”

“I am surprised,” you replied, “I thought- I guess I just assumed you’d only ever want sex.”

Remus knelt down next to Sirius. “My options right now mean I either lose you or keep you. Seems to be a pretty easy decision to me.”

“But the rest of the group-“

“Will understand. They all need a little excitement anyway. Or maybe just the push of a change. I know Dorcas has feelings for Mary, even if she doesn’t admit it.”

“Are you sure?”

Remus turned to Sirius. “You okay with this too?”

“I’m with you, Moons. Two options. Easy decision,” he responded.

“I’m really not that special,” you laughed.

“You are to us,” Sirius said.

That’s how you knew he was truly okay with this. You are to us. Us. Like he and Remus both dating you was the most normal thing ever.

“Okay, so that’s settled,” Remus said, “you’ve got two boyfriends and Sirius is a freak of nature who thinks about eiffel towering you in his free time.”

────── ☾ ──────

“I assume this has to do with Marlene.”

“Fucking what? No, why the fuck would you say that?” Sirius snapped.

Dorcas threw her hands up. “Because we never actually talked about it, idiot.”

“It’s been weeks,” Sirius shot back.

“Which is why I’m confused.”

“Okay, well it’s not about Marlene.”

“Okay. Damn. Sorry.”

Everyone looked around the room at one another.

“I see we’re starting off on a positive note, then,” Alecto joked.

“We called this because we have something to talk to you guys about,” Sirius clarified.

“Who’s ‘we’?” Evan asked.

“I’m not sure if any of you could tell, but I’ve had some feelings for Y/N for quite some time.”

A quick capachony sounded: “Yeah, we know.” “We could tell.” “Mhm.” “Yeah, duh.” “No, we all know.”

“Okay, bloody hell,” Sirius said.

“If you’re saying it here, I’m assuming she knows, then?” Evan asked.

“Yeah, she knows,” Sirius said, taking a deep breath, “and she feels the same.”

Everyone in the room took a breath or looked around at one another.

“Oh,” said James, “so, what exactly does that mean?”

Sirius swallowed hard. He didn’t want to drop the mask of confidence, but James was the one person in this group he couldn’t risk losing.

“It means we’re gonna, you know,” Sirius took another breath, “date.”

“You’re gonna date,” Mary said, “like date date?”

“Yeah.”

“So you want out of this?” Mary asked for clarification.

“I mean, I guess so, yeah.”

There was a long moment of silence.

Then: “oh thank fucking hell,” Mary sighed.

Both you and Sirius creased your brows and turned to her. “What?” you asked.

“I’ve been crushing on someone in my potions class all year, but I didn’t wanna fuck any of you over by talking to her,” Mary said.

“I’m pretty sure James and Lily have been secretly dating for two months,” Dorcas chimed in.

“We have not!” James protested.

“Oh really? So tell me why I saw-“

“We have,” Lily admitted, “I’m really sorry, guys, it just happened.”

“Oh Merlin, am I the only person who’s actually gone along with the rules we made?” Evan asked.

“I have!” Alecto said, “we all said no feelings! Look what happened with Marlene! Are you guys kidding me?”

“Sirius,” Dorcas said, catching his attention, “you deserve this. I’m glad you found someone. Don’t let anyone tell you this is bad. We all worry about you. Isn’t that right?”

Alecto rolled her eyes. “I guess, yeah.”

“I’m surprised you don’t have an issue with this,” Evan said, turning to Remus, “you’ve been uncharacteristically quiet.”

Remus smirked. “I’m actually gonna date Y/N too, I was just gonna wait for the dust to settle to mention it.”

“Oh?” Lily vocalized.

“We really don’t want this to fuck up our friendships,” you said.

“I don’t think it will,” Dorcas said, “besides, I think maybe it’s time we all stop being so restrictive with ourselves.”

“What do you mean?” James asked.

“This was fun, and some of us are still gonna fuck around, trust me, but it sounds like maybe we gotta move on.”

“I’d really love to actually date James,” Lily admitted.

“What about me? What about Alecto? Or even you, Dorcas?”

“It’s not like we can’t all still hang,” Remus said, “but some of us caught feelings. I’ve learned that you really can’t ignore that.”

“Never took you for a feelings type of guy,” Alecto said, “if you really mean that, then it must be true.”

Remus stole a quick glance in your direction and smiled. “I really mean it.”

“Okay, cool, so no more sex group,” Dorcas said, “are we all in agreement?”

Everyone nodded their heads and turned to Evan, the most obstinate of the group.

“Yeah, I guess,” Evan said, “I just- you guys are my best friends.”

“Dude, we’re still gonna hang,” Remus said, and Evan smiled.

“Yeah?”

“Of course,” Remus said, “I haven’t picked on you nearly enough.”

Evan laughed to show his acceptance.

“Cool,” you said, “that didn’t go so bad.”

“Honestly Y/N? We were all hoping Sirius would fine the balls to ask you out. We’ve had to sit here for months watching him pine and yearn and stare and-“

“Okay, that’s enough,” Sirius cut Dorcas off.

“It’s most certainly not,” Dorcas laughed, “you’ve been making puppy dog eyes at her for weeks. You little lovestruck puppy.”

“We get it,” Sirius said.

“But Y/N, you and Remus were so close, we were all worried, but this seems to work out for everyone. You go girl. Two-for-one.”

“Dorcas,” Sirius warned.

“Can’t believe Sirius Orion Black wants to settle down.”

“Neither can he,” Sirius joked.

“Hey, I’m no dating type either,” Remus said, opening his arms to show himself off.

“That’s true,” James nodded.

────── ☾ ──────

“Whatcha up to?”

You gasped as you turned toward your dormitory door to see your Sirius and Remus leaning against either side of its frame.

“How did you two get in here?” you asked.

“I just waited ‘till a girl walked by and worked my staple Sirius charm,” Sirius smiled.

You rolled your eyes. “You know you shouldn’t be flirting with other girls now, right?”

“Didn’t even think about it, I was too preoccupied with getting in here and seeing you.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that, no matter how hard you tried to hide it.

“So,” Remus interrupted, repeating: “what are you up to?”

“Folding laundry,” you said, “really nothing interesting.”

“Where are your dormmates?”

“Um, I think Liyana and Izzy are in Hogsmeade with their boyfriends, and Madeline is on temporary leave because one of her parents got sick and needed some aid,” you responded.

“Do you know when Liyana and Izzy will be back?” Remus asked.

“Why, you interested?”

“In you? Always,” Remus said, stepping closer to you.

“They left about ten minutes ago,” you said, “so I’d say they won’t be back for a while.”

“Is that right?” Sirius said, encroaching upon your personal space and pushing your shoulders until you fell back on the mattress.

You laughed at the haste of it as Sirius hoisted one knee up onto the mattress next to your hip. “Somethin’ funny?”

“We told the group like two hours ago,” you said, “which means this has technically only been official for that long.”

“And?” Remus asked.

“‘S just funny, is all,” you answered, “you guys are so needy.”

Sirius leaned down and bit your earlobe before he whispered, “don’t look like this, and maybe we wouldn’t be so fucking needy.”

When you inhaled a sharp breath in response to his words, he took the opportunity to capture your lips, kissing you so intensely that it pushed your head further into the mattress.

“You ready to take two of us at once, hm?” Sirius breathed as he kissed down your jaw, then down to your neck, sucking on a sweet spot as his hand disappeared underneath your skirt.

You gasped when he ran a finger down your underwear, your wetness soaking through the fabric as he teased you.

“Knew you’d have some kind of threesome kink,” you joked.

Sirius only moaned to show he heard you, but he never detached his lips from your neck.

“Pads, take your pants off,” Remus said as he reached underneath Sirius and pulled your underwear clean off of you.

Sirius stood up and began to unbuckle his belt, and Remus grabbed the waistband of your skirt.

“No, leave that,” Sirius said, undoing his belt.

“Why? It’s gonna be in the way.”

“It’s hot, leave it.”

Remus looked at your skirt, and then back to Sirius, who was now completely naked, “it’s bright fucking yellow.”

Sirius ran his fingers through his hair. “It’s still a skirt, jackass.”

“Instead of watching your dick go into her, you’d rather look at a bright yellow skir-“

“Oh would you just shut the fuck up?” Sirius shot back, “leave the damn thing on her, would you?”

Remus let go of your waistband and threw his hands up. “Fine. You win, this time.”

“Thank you,” Sirius sighed, walking over and standing in front of you once again, “can you move back for me?”

You shifted yourself backward until your entire body was on the mattress beneath you.

Sirius walked around the bed until he was near your face, and he climbed on the bed so that he was seated beside your head, his cock visible in your left peripheral vision.

Remus slammed onto his chest between your legs, giving Sirius a look as he flipped your skirt up onto your stomach. “Woulda been nice if that wasn’t in the way,” he mumbled.

“What was that now?” Sirius challenged, but the conversation was cut off by the sound of the moan you let out as Remus’s mouth attached to you.

The moment your mouth opened to make the noise, Sirius leaned over your head, making his body perpendicular to yours, and he pushed his cock into your mouth.

You gagged at the sudden intrusion. Sirius stroked your hair and whispered “easy, baby, just tap me if you need me to get up.”

Sirius stopped moving to allow you time to adjust to him, and after a few moments, you swirled your tongue around his length, signaling that you were ready.

Sirius began to slightly grind his hips, pushing his cock in and out a few inches, allowing you to suck him off without you even having to move.

Remus continued to taste you in his usual skilled way, causing you to squirm, but any movement interrupted Sirius’s rhythm, so you fought to stay still. It was not easy.

“Good fucking girl,” Sirius moaned.

Your moans were modified by the sound of Sirius down your throat, which only encouraged Remus to elicit them even more.

He inserted two fingers into you, scissoring them gently to add onto the pleasure. You whined around Sirius's cock, the vibrations adding onto Sirius's pleasure.

"You can't stay quiet, can you?" Sirius laughed, almost at your expense.

You moaned in response.

Remus began to flick his tongue even faster on your clit, knowing that it often brought you extremely close to climaxing. One of your hands shot down to the back of his head, holding him in place as you began to lightly grind your hips to add to the friction.

"That's it, dollface, use him," Sirius moaned, his eyes unable to look away from the sight of your hips circling upward into Remus's face.

You tried to say that you were going to come, but Sirius refused to move.

"Come on, baby, you can do it," Remus teased, immediately resuming tasting you and drawing you closer and closer to the edge.

You nearly screamed around Sirius as you came, Remus slowing down his tongue until your thighs finished shaking. You were so lost in pleasure, while still trying to be good for Sirius, so you didn't even realize that you hadn't let go of Remus's hair.

"I gotta get up at some point here, baby," Remus said.

Sirius finally pulled out of your mouth and allowed you to look down, where you saw Remus still between your legs, gazing up at you. You uncurled your fingers, and Remus smiled at you.

"Sorry," you said.

"Don't be," Remus said, launching himself up onto his arms and leaning over to kiss you.

You thought he was just going to give you one kiss and then get up, which is why you gasped when you pulled away, opened your mouth, and Remus immediately stuck his tongue into your mouth, inviting you into a deeper kiss than you were ready for.

Remus took a turn at intertwining his fingers through your hair, pulling your head up a bit in order to hold your head close against his.

He pulled away, still holding your head, and took in the sight of your swollen lips and lust-blown eyes.

You were so cock drunk and completely consumed by lust that you didn't feel like you were entirely in your body. You looked at Remus, your eyelids hooding part of your eyes, and gazed up at him.

"You ready for us?" Remus asked.

You leaned into the hand holding your hair. "Mm."

"Yeah? You wanna be fucked by two of us at the same time?" he egged you on.

"Please," you whispered.

You didn't even notice Remus's hand become replaced with Sirius's until he forcefully turned your head to the side, keeping you in the proper position to look at him.

"Ask for it," Sirius said.

"M-mm," you protested.

"Ask for it, or we won't give you what you want," he threatened.

Because you wanted this, because you liked it when they were like this, and because you knew you could say no and stop anything at any time, you replied: "Sirius and Remus, I want you to fuck me at the same time. Please fuck me at the same time."

"Oh yeah? How do you want it, hm? We aren't really clear," Sirius taunted.

"I want both of you in me," you said, your voice low.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Beg for it."

You blinked a few times to ground yourself before taking a deep breath. "Please, Siri, please."

"I don't know, Moons, what do you think? I'm not entirely convinced."

Remus tapped his finger to his chin and tilted his head to the side. "I don't think I am either. She must not really mean it."

You shifted yourself out from underneath Remus and backed up until you were in your own space. You maintained eye contact with both of the boys as you climbed off of the bed, stood tall, and slowly began to sink down to your knees.

Remus sat on the edge of the bed and Sirius stood next to you, watching as you placed your palms on the carpet and crawled toward Sirius.

Looking up at him as sultry as you could, you said, "please, sir, I need you both to fill me up. Please."

You could see how hard Sirius was breathing. "Get up."

Instead of standing, you moved your hands from the floor to Sirius's legs, and maintained eye contact as you teased him by getting closer and closer to where you knew he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him.

"I said get up."

You loved the way things were going, but there was something you knew you could do to make things even more hot and intense. You could give it back to him.

"Make me."

Sirius and Remus stared at you for a full five intense, long seconds before anyone moved. You could hear nothing but everyone's heavy, needy breathing.

Sirius leaned down and hooked his hands under your arms, hoisting you up almost effortlessly and basically throwing you into Remus.

Remus leaned back and held you above him, your arms finding their way onto the mattress on either side of his head to hold you up.

"Spread your legs wider," Remus instructed.

"Or what?" you teased.

Remus slapped your ass and said, "spread your fucking legs wider."

That tone was not to be disobeyed. You did as he said.

You could sense that Sirius was standing directly behind you, even if you couldn't see him. He confirmed he was there by lightly running the tips of his fingers down your back and onto your ass.

Remus gripped his length and lined himself up with you. You nodded down at him to signal that you were ready for him, and he began to push himself into you.

Given the heat of everything, you prepared to Remus to slam his entire cock into you at once, but instead, he pushed barely even just the tip in before pulling right back out.

"Wh-"

You were cut off by the feeling of cold wetness directly on your ass. Sirius used the lubricant to rub himself off as he looked at you, and put a little onto you to tease you around your hole.

You knew that Remus and Sirius must have been communicating with one another somehow, even if only via looks, because the moment you stopped feeling Sirius tease you, Remus began to push into you again.

It was incredibly slow, almost as if he was fighting to move as slow as he possibly could. He was intentionally trying to torture you.

You collapsed onto him, the feeling too much since you were so wet, and you tucked your head into the crook of his neck. His grip on your hips was bruising as he committed to the slowness, that is, until he was fully inside of you.

Instead of pulling mostly out and the pushing back in, the way he usually did, he pulled out only a little, and pushed back in hard. So hard that your entire body jolted with each brutal hit.

“Fuck,” you whimpered into his shoulder.

Suddenly, Remus stopped.

He stayed inside of you, but completely stilled himself.

You lifted your head to look at him, and at that moment, you felt the tip of Sirius’s cock at your backside.

Sirius leaned forward briefly to say, “if anything is too much, you tell me, alright, baby?”

You nodded your head.

Sirius began to push his tip inside of you, and you gasped and dropped your head. Remus grabbed your hair and pushed it out of your face, holding either side of your face so that he could see your reactions.

“Dude, would you not move her, please?” Sirius said.

“Didn’t do it in purpose,” Remus responded.

“Just stay still,” Sirius said.

“I’m not trying not to st-“

Sirius reached down and gently gripped Remus’s balls, then smacked your ass. “Stay fucking still,” he barked.

Remus stopped protesting.

Sirius tried again, moving arguably slower than Remus. You focused on your breathing, and when he was about halfway in, he checked to make sure you were okay.

When you said yes, he continued, until he was bottomed out inside of you.

He stayed there until you told him you were okay, even though it was several seconds of you breathing and adjusting. Both boys remained patient until you looked back to Sirius and said “‘m good, someone please move.”

Sirius nodded toward Remus, allowing him to move first since that would be easier for you.

Remus began to move progressively faster until he found a steady pace, not as harsh and animalistic as his usual, but still steady. Enough to feel like a proper fucking, but not enough to move you away from Sirius.

“‘M gonna fuck you now,” Sirius said.

“Please, fuck, yes,” you barely got out through staggered breathing and high-pitched moans.

Sirius growled before he began to slowly move as well. It was a few moments of uncomfortableness, but when it subsided, the pleasure grew immensely.

You whipped your head up, looking between the two boys as you said, as confidently as you could: “I thought you two said you were gonna fuck me.”

There wasn’t a moment of pause for them to process. There wasn’t progression to intensity. It was a flip switch, a moment of heat, something snapping in both of the boys. Whatever was holding them both back died in an instant.

Sirius grabbed your hips, and Remus held onto his hands. Both of them began to grind their hips into you, working to keep you still so that they could both comfortably thrust at the same time.

You nearly screamed as you folded over and resting your head on Remus’s collarbone. You weren’t able to hold yourself up with how hard they were both fucking you.

Sirius slapped your ass hard, causing you to grab onto Remus to keep yourself from completely melting.

“I- can’t- gonna come- gonna come- please,” you pleaded, your voice so loud and high you weren’t even sure if they could understand you.

“Fuck, if you come I’m gonna come,” Remus growled.

You were already squeezing him so hard that he came at that moment, the first time he’d ever come before you.

The feeling of his come shooting inside of you brought you to your own end, and you came hard, completely falling on top of Remus, who was still inside of you.

Sirius held your hips in position for him as best as he could as he snapped his hips against you, pulling out at the last minute and releasing onto your backside.

Remus, sweaty and breathing heavy, swung your bodies around so that your back was laying on the mattress. Then, and only then, when you were comfortable, did he pull out of you.

Remus and Sirius, both with their chests heaving, high fived.

Remus pulled his wand out of his pants that were discarded on the floor, and with a simple wave, between your legs was cleaned up and dry.

“What the-“

“Figured it was about time to use that spell,” Remus giggled.

“I didn’t know there were sex spells,” you spoke, your voice hoarse and nearly inaudible.

“We’re gonna have a so much fun,” Remus said, jumping onto the bed and causing you to laugh.

Sirius then sat on the other side of you, leaning his back against the headboard.

You wiped sweat-soaked hair from your forehead and shifted to lean your head on Sirius’s thighs.

“You don’t wanna take a shower?”

“No,” you said, “I wanna lay right here with you two.”

You watched both boys relax their muscles. “Whatever you want.”

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You moved to sit down at the breakfast table, right in the spot you knew Remus and Sirius left for you. Why else would they leave just enough space between them?

You smiled at them both as they both took turns kissing your cheeks.

“You guys are insufferable,” James joked.

“Speak for yourself,” you said, gesturing to the way James was pressing his entire body against Lily, while also holding her hand.

“So what’s the plan for today?”

“Hogsmeade later?” Dorcas offered.

“Hell yeah.”

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[seokmn]

⠀︵⠀KISSABLE FACE ⠀◌Ⳋ ✧ ── it's impossible to not have a cute aggression with your boyfriend looking so cute 24/7.

pairing: seokmin x gn!reader wc: 1.5k words warnings: pet names, suggestive comment

ᯓ★ "kiss me kiss me, let my arms around your body"

As you’re in bed reading a book when Seokmin quietly enters the bedroom and rests his head on your stomach, groaning softly and nuzzling his head against the fabric of your shirt. You chuckle and close the book, making sure to put the bookmark in it before closing it, and caress his hair.

“Hey there, my love.” Your voice is as sweet as honey and it makes Seokmin smile against your stomach. You’re already used to having him clinging onto you out of nowhere just because he feels like it, so the way he looks up at you with shiny and pleading eyes and a pout on his lips doesn’t surprise you at all.

“Y/N…” Seokmin whines. “I have a favor to ask.”

“Oh,” you frown in concern and fix your position as you look at him in concentration. “Okay, I’m listening.”

“Tomorrow I’m going to have this extremely important presentation at work followed by a get-together and I wanted you to do my makeup,” he deepens his pout and plays with the hem of your shirt. “Can you do my makeup? Ever since that day I let you do my makeup, I’ve been thinking about it. I really liked it and I think I’d look nice with some makeup on.”

You let out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding and chuckle. “You scared me for a sec, honey,” your lips curl up into a smile right before you lean down and kiss his forehead. Seokmin’s pout disappears immediately as he smiles like a little kid, completely melted by your gentle and loving response. “Of course I can do your makeup, you didn’t have to do all this show to ask me such a simple favor.”

“Thank you, babe,” his voice gets higher and he sits up to pepper your whole face with kisses. “Thank you so much. I love you.” He presses his lips against yours and lets them linger for a few more seconds.

By the morning, you find yourself completely focused on doing your boyfriend’s makeup. Seokmin is incredibly quiet, staying still and keeping his hands on your hip without tickling or squeezing your skin, the opposite of how he acted the first time you did his makeup.

“Why are you behaving, Lee Seokmin?” You lean back to check how his face looks with the foundation before leaning in once again to get back to work. “Why aren’t you making funny faces or tickling me?”

He chuckles and kisses your wrist. “Because I don’t you messing it up because of me, so I’m going to stay still until you’re done.”

“Good. Keep on doing that.” You hold back a smile and get back to your focus mode, the tip of your tongue sticking out of the corner of your mouth as you make sure to match the tone of Seokmin’s face and neck.

Seokmin watches you while caressing your hip slowly and trying to hold back a smile. He’d always found it cute when you slightly frown your brows and stick out the tip of your tongue when you’re in focus.

“All done,” you lean back and inspect your boyfriend’s face, making sure that you didn’t miss any spot. “Oh, wait,” you take a q-tip from the desk and place it in front of Seokmin’s lips. “Lick it.”

Seokmin gives you a weird look, but licks the cotton like you asked him to. “You know that you could’ve licked it, right?”

“But then you’d basically have my spit on your face.” You start to wipe the makeup off his moles. You always thought that Seokmin’s moles are the highlight of his face, so they obviously can’t be covered.

“I’ve had worse things of yours on my face.” He smirks and raises his brows. With a gasp and an incredulous smile, you smack his arm.

“Ouch!” He laughs and rubs the spot you smacked. “Did I lie, tho? You’ve already licked my whole face before!”

“I know you weren’t talking about me licking your face! Just check your makeup and tell me if it’s good for you.”

He chuckles and turns around to look at himself in the mirror, and when he does, he lets out a gasp and touches his face slowly and carefully, like he was a fragile little thing. “I look… perfect,” he looks at you with that heart-shaped grin you’d grown to love. “Babe, you made me look like the most handsome man in this world.”

You laugh and fix his hair. You are more than happy to know that he liked it, but you think that he’s exaggerating since you didn’t do too much so it could look very natural. “You don’t look like the most handsome man in this world, you are the most handsome man in this world.”

He stands up and kisses you before leaning back and fixing his tie. “I gotta go now, thanks for doing this, babe. I love you, I really do.”

“Bye, love. Good luck with your presentation and have fun at the get-together!”

At night, the front door is open and you meet an exhausted Seokmin walking towards the couch. He drops his bag on the floor and throws himself on you, groaning as he does so. “I’m so tired…”

You smile at his whisper and play with his hair. “Oh, my poor baby,” you chuckle. “Did you at least have fun? What about the presentation?”

“The presentation went fine, my boss liked it,” he groans once again and sits up, taking off his tie as if it’s suffocating him. “The get-together was nice at first, but then some of my coworkers started to drink more than they should have and I had to take care of them, call Ubers for them and even carry them towards the cars. I just want to take a shower and sleep.”

“You really had to do all that? No wonder why you’re so tired, love.”

“It’s fine, I guess,” he sighs and stands up. “I just need a shower, our bed and some cuddles to get better.”

“Well, you don’t have to ask twice. Go take a shower and I’ll be in the bedroom waiting for you.”

When Seokmin enters the bedroom, there’s still drops of water on his back and torso and you can smell the coconut body wash and his shampoo on him. He takes a plain white tee off the wardrobe and puts it on carelessly.

“Your makeup products are hard to take off,” he lays down beside you and closes his eyes. “No wonder why they’re so expensive.”

“There’s a product you use to take them off easily, y’know?”

“I didn’t know that, actually,” he smiles. “Talking about products, I’m so tired I’ve decided to skip my skincare routine. It’s fine, isn’t it? I mean, it’s just for one night.”

“I don’t think something bad will happen, but why don’t you let me do your skincare routine for you?”

“Because there’s no need to, Y/N.”

“Too bad,” you get out of bed and take his skincare products from the desk. “I’m doing it whether you want it or not.”

You place the products on the bedside table and sit on the small gap that Seokmin left on his side of the bed. You watch him with his eyes closed and lips parted, by the way he’s breathing you assume he’s not asleep yet, but he’s almost. The sight of your boyfriend looking so peaceful and cute makes you suffer from a cute aggression and you start to pepper his face with thousands kisses.

Seokmin’s eyes open immediately as he flinches in confusion. “W-what?” When he finally realizes that it’s just you trying to aggressively kiss every single pore of his face he starts to laugh, his shoulders shaking as the rich sound leaves his throat. “Babe, what are you doing?”

“Your face is just so kissable!” You lean back and squeeze his cheeks. “Ughhhhh, you’re so cute!”

His hands find your wrists and he gently pulls them down. “Okay, okay, love. I got it,” he chuckles. “You’re very cute as well. Actually, you’re the cutest human being I've ever seen! But next time, please warn me, okay? You startled me.”

“I just couldn’t help it, you know? Even now I’m fighting the urge to grab your whole face and squeeze it like a lemon with my bare hands…”

“Alright… let’s forget about the skincare routine and turn off the lights so you can’t see my face anymore, okay?” He stretches his arm to turn off the lights before wrapping his arms around your waist and smoothly laying you down beside him. “There, better.”

“Whatever, you can’t escape from my cute aggression forever, Seokmin.”

“Maybe I can, Y/N,” he kisses your forehead. “Now let’s sleep, your boyfriend with the most kissable face ever is exhausted.”

“Good night, my love. Sleep well.”

“Hm,” he hides his face in the crook of your neck and hugs you tighter, glueing your bodies together. “Night, love… Sleep well…”

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[mathildes-stuff]

“finally clean”

In which Daryl doesn’t wanna shower…until

Daryl Dixon x reader

triggers: none

author’s note: wrote this between 2am and 6am cause well writing is more interesting than sleeping

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Daryl didn’t like showers, like at all. Even before the apocalypse, he didn’t shower must or clean in any sense, until the smell was just too unbearable. That’s why he couldn’t find a girlfriend, that’s what Merle thought at least.

Though after he met you in Atlanta, when you two started to stay together more, he began to be more cautious about it. He still didn’t shower, the walkers attacking you being a good excuse for it. He found some ways to hide it, like stealing perfume bottles and deodorants from deserted supermarkets. It worked, you never explicitly told him he stank and he was quite happy about it.

However, after the fall of the prison and his escape with you after losing Beth, he really started to stink.

After arriving in Alexandria, everyone was finally relieved to be able to take a hot shower, except like once again Daryl. Everyone had cleaned up and he totally stood up in the middle of them.

A few days passed and he still hadn’t showered, one evening you see him sitting down on the porch, smoking like always. “You still haven’t showered did you?” You sigh slightly after saying that, sometimes you were wondering if he just never did what you told him only to bother you. “Come on I don’t stink right?”

Well, he actually doesn’t. Not really at least. You could ask Michonne, Rick or Carol and they’ll told you he doesn’t with a chuckle but sleeping next to him every single night, you clearly knew the answer.

“You kinda do sweetie…sorry.”

He grunts slightly like he always does and doesn’t bother turning your way to talk to you. “So ya forcin’ me to shower now?” He scoffed and stood, crushing his cigarette butt on the ground before turning to finally meet your gaze. “Ain’t happenin’ I’m sleepin’ on the couch if that bothers ya so bad.” He just walks inside, leaving your sight.

You never understood why he didn’t like cleaning. You always felt good after a shower, you thought everyone did but apparently not him. When you think about it, it’s true that you two never really talked about your lives before, you almost knew nothing about him. It was strange to you, he’s the person you talk the most to, the one you always go with but you don’t even know his age, he never even told you that.

You finally decide to get in, he was actually already laying down on the couch, ready to rest. “Wait you’re really gonna sleep here? I thought that was a joke.” He looks up at you, eyes already half closed. “Well you told me I stank.”

You scoffed slightly, he kind of acted like a child sometimes. “Daryl I’ve never said that I just said that…yeah okay maybe I said that but you can still sleep in the bed.”

Obviously he was as stubborn as you, maybe even more so he decided not to move, just crosses his legs over one another and closes his eyes. You roll your eyes. “Okay whatever, I’ll just go to sleep…goodnight.” He doesn’t answer back and you eventually finish to turn off the lights leaving him in the dark.

You lay down in bed wondering why the hell would he just not shower, it wasn’t hard was it? Or maybe was it for him? You couldn’t really put your finger on it and just decided to drift off to sleep. The soft sound of crickets outside starts putting you to sleep when you feel a way laying down next to you in the bed. You gasp quietly, you usually always hear him come in but this time you didn’t hear a thing. He kicks off his boots before whispering hoarsely. “I thought ya were asleep already.” You couldn’t quite distinct his features in the dark room, but you certainly could imagine them due to as close he was laying. “We’ll shower tomorrow.” He grunts but eventually mutters a slight “alright” before you both drift off to sleep.

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You both wake up the next morning around the same times, he yawns before rolling off of bed putting back his boots and walking to the door. You rub your eyes, your voice a bit deeper from sleep. “Hey, hey, where are you going?” He turns raising an eyebrow. “Can’t a guy take a piss?” You just roll your eyes and bury your face in your pillow. He also rolls his eyes and goes to the bathroom before returning. “So are we showerin’ or what? Before I change my fuckin’ mind.” You groan before eventually sitting up and putting on a shirt. “Just go to the bathroom…”

You actually didn’t think he would agree but you weren’t going to complain, he was finally going to smell good. You go to the bathroom and find him just standing in the middle looking clueless, it actually was kind of funny to witness. “What are you waiting for exactly?” He grunts again and decides to finally take off his shirt, reluctantly though.

It wasn’t the first time you saw him shirtless, you knew about this scars, never knew how he got them though. He always shut up about it. You’re waiting for him to take off the rest but nothing happens. “You’re not just gonna wash your upper body right?” He looked away slightly embarrassed before putting his gaze back on you. “I’ll wash the rest myself.” You chuckle softly before taking off your shirt as well. It wasn’t the first time he saw you shirtless neither, you actually weren’t really “modest”.

You turn on the water, the bathroom started to feel like a total sauna for him. He was stressed, embarrassed just uneasy really and you quickly caught that up. “You alright?” He grunts, sometimes this man just sounded like a damn animal. “Just let’s get it over with.”

You both step under the hot water, it felt weird to shower with your pants on but you quickly forgot about it as you squirted some shampoo into your hand. “Could you kneel down a bit? Like just a bit…” He rolls his eyes and just turns to face you, leaning down a bit so you could reach his hair easier. He quickly relaxed as your fingers ran through his locks, the dirt leaving with the used water.

After rinsing his hair, you start to softly clean his back, your fingers tracing down along his scars. This felt weirdly intimate, you never done that before and no one ever done that to him neither. He was actually surprised at how relaxed he was. If someone told him he would be here today with you washing his back, he’d probably grunt because that’s all he knows to do.

You two didn’t exchange a word during all the shower, you didn’t need it the soft sound of the water running out was enough. You finish and turn to him. “Finally clean.” He exhaled softly, running a hand through his wet hair. “Thanks…want me to do the same? I can’t just do nothin’ back ya know?” He stutters slightly, not able to meet your gaze. You smile softly and hands him the shampoo bottle. “Yeah go on.”

He wasn’t really sure of what he was doing but eventually tried his best, his fingers in your hair felt really soothing. You never saw him that concentrated before, it was kind of cute. After rinsing your hair he cuts off the water. “Hope I didn’t put any soap in your eyes…” You step out the shower and chuckle softly. “No don’t worry…I’ll just let you finish washing.”

You still hear the sound of water running as you walk into the bedroom to change and dry your hair.

The rest of the days goes on quickly, you both spend it together like always really but this time it felt different.

He was softer.

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