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robbyslittlelamb · 2 months ago

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LOOOVE IT SOOO MUCH (can I request if not please do more Robby x younger gf please)

michael ‘robby’ robinavitch x younger gf!reader (no y/n)

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content feelings!! fluff! filth. age gap! reader is in her 20’s, robby is in his late 40’s/early 50’s. oral (f!receiving). slight praise kink. nicknames (baby, babe, angel) hands.. everywhere! eye contact™️. the man is a munch ur honor!

note my first robby fic!! i have more mundane domesticated thoughts about this man than there are words in the dictionary. not proof read!

Music quietly flowed through the door as he opened it, along with it the smell of fresh laundry enrobed the house with the very essence of you. Or at least that’s what it was to Robby. The hours spent on the floor of The Pitt wore heavy on his shoulders— the exhaustion both mentally and physically seemed to hang from him like a damp wool blanket.

He closed the door softly, toeing off his shoes on the mat beside it as he locked the deadbolt. Slinging his backpack off his shoulder and carefully sitting it by the door with a small thud. The closer he got to the kitchen he recognized the sound of you humming to the song playing— he turned the corner and found your familiar frame standing with your back to him loading the dishwasher. All you were wearing was one of his old worn out Pitt Med shirts that hung off your frame just right and drove him crazy.

Robby leaned on the doorframe with his arm as he took you in, your hips shimming lightly as you hummed along to the song. He didn’t know the name of it— he just knew the singer was that little blonde with the bangs that you really liked. He could have stood there watching you in your own little world all night— but he knew if he didn’t announce himself before you saw him you would be jumpscared when you finally did turn around and saw him— so he rapped his knuckles against the doorframe at his side just loud enough for you to hear.

The sound startled you just enough to break you out of your trance you were in as you put the last glass in the dishwasher.

“ ‘s just me.” the familiar sound of his voice causing a small smile to pull at your lips as you turned to see him, still propped up in the doorway.

“Hi, just me.”

You couldn’t stop yourself as you moved to prop a hip against the countertop behind you, almost mimicking his stance. Robby’s laugh was small and breathy but the sound of it caused a prideful feeling to swirl in your chest. Robby didn’t just feel exhausted— he looked it. The circles under his eyes were a darker shade of purpley pink than usual. He’d texted you around noon to let you know he would probably be late getting home tonight so you wouldn’t worry too much.

“How was your day?” It goes without saying how his day went, he was three hours late getting home. But it was still better than asking if he was okay.

“It's better now.” he pushed off the door with an exhale and made his way over to you— his arms wrapping around your hips like they were molded to be there. Laying your head down on his chest, the sound of his heart beating strong and steady calming you as he pressed a kiss to your hair. His hands found their way under the hem of your shirt, ghosting over the fabric of your underwear on your hips as he sighed. The sweet smell of his favorite perfume of yours still clung to your skin from your day, the warm vanilla scent causing the coil of need curled around the base of his spine to tighten and along with it his grip on you.

“Missed you.” your voice small but sure as you relaxed into him.

But even that was an understatement— You don’t know what had gotten into you since you had gotten with him but he just drove you insane. And the feeling was more than mutual— you two had to tone it down a little when you accidentally gave him a hickey that was just high enough his under scrubs didn’t cover it. Jack didn’t let him live it down for three weeks, Dana still mentioned it to this day.. Not that he minded— having a partner almost half his age already meant people acted as if they were privy to information about their sex life. Hell once The Pitt found out it spread like wildfire through the department. The constant knowing glances and smirks from his residence and attendings were enough to make the pope blush.

Robby watching you intently as you unzipped his jacket and slid your hands around his waist. Humming softly as you burrowed into him.

“You have no idea.”

His hands slowly slid down to rest on the flesh of your ass— squeezing gently as he moved to press a kiss to your temple and trailing them down your cheek stopping at the spot just below your pulse point on your neck with a hum. You pull away from him far enough to make him look at you. His eyes still tired but lust blown— a faint flush settled over his nose and cheekbones. The want in your belly surging like a storm and crashing against your ribs violently.

“Then show me.”

You sounded shy, almost. But Robby knew better. You were so lost in him it made him sick. Every tick of his jaw, the way his eyes never left yours, the quirk in his brow like he was challenging you. But there was no need. You’d win every time.

And you both knew it.

Without another word Robby’s hands moved to grip your thighs— hoisting you up as he turned you both around. You legs wrapping around his middle on instinct and rocking slowly against the growing bulge in his pants as your hands carded their way through his hair. Using the new found leverage to pull his mouth to yours and kissing him finally. His calloused hands ghosting gently over the curve of your waist up to the sides of your bare chest. Fuck. Robby groaned as he nipped at your lips with his.

Your mouth falling open only slightly as he toyed with the sensitive bud of your nipple with one hand and palmed the soft skin of your thigh with the other. A groan barely escaping his throat as he pulled his mouth just far enough from your own to speak,

”You gonna be a good girl for me?” All you could do was nod as you moved to pull him to you again but he just widened the distance between you even further with a pointed nod. “Use your words, baby. Look at me.” He grasped your face in your hands—

“Yeah— Yes. ‘m always good.”

Your hands moved over his shoulders to push his jacket off, a motion you’ve done countless times. But the look in your eyes as you moved, pulling at the hem of his scrub top made him breathe a laugh.

“Are you?” The joking tone in his voice didn’t totally match the loving look in his eye— your heart pulling in your chest as you shrug your shoulders almost innocently.

“I try.” The corners of your lips pull up into a small smile as he replaces your hand with his and pulls the shirt over his head in one fluid motion. His hand comes up to brush a stray hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear carefully.

Robby pushed the clothes on the floor away with his socked foot before leaning down ever so slightly to make you look him in the eye—

“Wanna taste you.” That was a fucking understatement. Robby thought about you all shift. All thirteen and a half hours, how you tasted, the sounds you make when you were trying to be quiet, the way your body presses into his without even having to think about it, the smell of that fucking perfume. Everything. His eyes searched yours for any signs that you didn’t want this as badly as he had all day— With no surprise he found none. Only your eyes, color softened by the warm lights of the kitchen. Looking up at him with so much affection it made his knees damn near buckle under his own weight, “Can I?”

”Please.”

His gaze never leaves yours as his knees find the hardwood floor below— The pressure in them lets him know he wouldn’t be able to sit here like this long. But he didn’t need that long.. His hands ghosting over your thighs and pushing them apart gently— You watch him as he moves to press open mouthed kisses to the soft skin just above your knee and trailing upward. The pulse in your core intensifying as he grows closer to where you need him most— A small whine escaping you as he finally reaches your panty line.

Your hands moving to brush through his hair, tugging at the short strands gently as pressed a slow kiss to your clothed core.

“Fuck— So wet it’s soaked through.” Robby sighed against you as he moved to spread your legs further apart, using his tongue to lick against the growing damp patch on your panties. The small gasp that leaves you at the feeling makes his gaze flicker back to you— The white hot thrumming in your core growing as he presses another open mouthed kiss to you without so much as blinking. Fuck. Now you get why it drives him insane to see you on your knees for him. The flush on his cheeks, the way his lips are red from kissing, the look in his eye that tells you just how much he wants you. It makes your heart constrict in your chest.

His fingers wrap under the waistband of your underwear and you lift yourself off the counter with your arms so he can pull them off you slowly. His shirt pooling around your hips— Robby’s eyes drink in the sight of you as he spreads your bare legs further apart. He just stares for a moment as if he’s willing himself to commit the sight to memory. You spread open in front of him, glistening, soft and practically begging. One hand propping yourself up to see him, the other palming your tit through his shirt. God he could come in his pants like a fucking teenager right now.

He guided one of your legs over his shoulder so he could get closer to you, practically kneeling in front of you. Pressing a small kiss to the inside of your thigh before spreading you open with one hand and licking a bold stripe through your folds with groan.

“Taste so fuckin’ good, baby.” The sound of his voice is muffled against you as you moan. The praise goes straight to your dripping pussy— Your eyes closing as you lean back on your hand, your head falling back slightly as you rut against his mouth carefully. Your hand moving to run through his hair, mussed from his shift and your hands as his nose bumped against your swollen bundle of nerves while he laps at your slit with his tongue.

Your grip tightening on his hair slightly makes him look up at you through his lashes, pulling away from you ever so slightly with a hum of disapproval.

“Eyes on me.”

Your eyes flutter open to meet his gaze, the sight of your wetness glistening on his chin and the very tip of his nose in the low light of the kitchen makes a small smile pull at the corner of your lips.

“There’s my pretty girl.” The tone he reserved only for you and moments like this makes your head spin. You hum in acknowledgement as your fingers card through his hair lovingly. The look in your eye makes his cock twitch behind the fabric of his pants. “So pretty.” He said it almost to himself as his eyes glanced down at where you’re dripping on the counter. Moving to spread your wetness with his finger before finally pressing into you causing you to moan.

He sat up a steady pace as he watched his finger disappear inside your wet core. The sound of your own wetness makes the band around your core tighten and you roll your hips against his hand. His gaze finding yours again as he adds a second finger, the stretch making you moan loudly—

“Babe—Michael please.” The sound of his first name leaving your lips made him sit up straighter as it shot directly to his dick. His eyes searched yours as you moaned, your chest heaving as you rolled your hips to get more friction.

“ ‘s close, angel. I can feel it.” He pressed a wet kiss to your inner thigh as he rotated his wrist carefully, changing up the motion and eliciting another moan of his name from your lips. He moved to lick at your swollen bundle of nerves and you gasped.

“Just like that. Please. F-fuck.” He wrapped his lips around you and you moaned as both your hands moved to hold his head to you gently—

“Give it to me, angel. Give me all of it.” Robby moaned against you as he ate like a man starved— Shaking his head back and forth ever so slightly. The sound of his name falling from your lips like a prayer makes him moan against you and you finally fall. The sea inside you finally spilling over and crashing in ecstasy as he guides you through. He presses one more kiss to your thigh as everything falls away, leaving behind a soft and fuzzy warmth.

He moves to stand and you offer him your hand to help him. The small chuckle that escapes him makes you smile tiredly as he settles back on his feet. You push yourself towards him and sigh as he kisses you softly, wrapping his arms around your middle.

“Shower?” Robby’s eyebrows furrow carefully, as you speak. His hands settle on your waist as you move to brush a stray hair off his forehead.

“Are you trying to tell me I stink?”

“Never.” you shake your head, your hands ghosting down his arms as he squeezes your hip. “I’m trying to get you naked.”

His smirk turns into a full blown smile as you hop off the count top, lacing your fingers with his as you lead him through the house with a small proud smile.

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robbyslittlelamb · 2 months ago

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18+ mdni, age gap and smut (this one is a little different and possibly ooc but it’s one of my fave tropes ever so i hope you enjoy it anyway. and ofc it’s a little messy)

michael robinavitch who assumed he was destined to spend the rest of his life alone. it’s not like he thought he’d be celibate till the end of his life or anything, but after a few relationships and tons of life experience, he made peace with the fact that maybe “happily ever after” wasn’t for him, that his relationships weren’t meant to last, but they brought him happiness nonetheless.

so imagine his surprise when he finds himself drunk on an impromptu vegas trip with a gorgeous giggly young thing sitting on his lap in a little corner booth, looking at him with heart eyes. the feeling that seeps through his chest combined with the quickening of his heart rate have him panicking for a brief moment, was a heart attack in the middle of a vegas club the way he’d go? he could already picture abbot standing on his grave laughing. but as you lean in closer and he gets a whiff of your perfume, (was that pistachios and cherries? his mouth was already watering), his drunk brain finally catches onto the fact that he wants to devour you. and when your hands come to rest against the roughness of his stubble so your soft lips can finally press against his chapped ones, he’s a goner.

and when he wakes up the next day it’s to the sound of soft snores and an oddly comforting weight on his chest. he looks down to find your body subconsciously wrapped around him like he’s the single most important thing in your universe. it’s not like he’s any better though, his arms are securing you tightly against him with an almost desperate grip. it takes him a second to recall the memories from the previous night. the details are slightly fuzzy, but he’s never been one to forget anything, even when drunk to point of passing out (mostly during his college days, he doesn’t think his body could take that type of abuse anymore).

so imagine his face when the moments of rough (borderline animalistic) fucking and soft tender love making come rushing back to him. when he remembers the cheshire cat like smile on your lips as you kissed and sucked on his freckled neck until you reached his grinning lips, your nipples rubbing against his hairy chest, his hands possessively gripping your ass. when he remembers being captivated by the blissed out look on your face, a look that had him puffing out his chest in pride as he kept pounding you into the hotel room mattress, your pussy gripping him like a vice, completely drenching him. when he remembers the way you reverently whispered his name over and over, while he held onto you like you were the only thing capable of bringing light into his gloomy life. not “dr. robinavitch” or “robby”, but “michael”.

and imagine his face when the most important part of last night makes it back to the surface of his mind as his eyes zero in on the glimmering rock resting on your ring finger. when the delicate whispers of you two vowing to love each other until death do you part suddenly have his chest feeling uncomfortably tight. and when the sight of your ring starts to blur with unshed tears because he swears he’d never know what peace felt like until that moment when he was in your arms last night. like nothing could get to him here, like he was safe and loved.

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robbyslittlelamb · 2 months ago

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The Ties That Bind Us -Masterlist

Ongoing Series Series Summary: Y/N, Emergency Medicine fellow with a past she doesn’t talk about. When she crosses paths with the enigmatic and seasoned attending Dr. Michael “Robby” Robinavitch, sparks fly in the worst (and best) ways.

Series Warnings: age gap (15 years), swearing, ptsd mentions, mentions of suicide, suicide, descriptions of hospitals/patients, mentions of violence against medical workers, eventual sexual content (female anatomy described), angst, mutual pining, medical procedures (i have 0 medical knowledge thanks WebMD) Anything marked with an asterisk ( * ) contains explicit content -MDNI!!!!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

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robbyslittlelamb · 4 months ago

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Love this as he’s so dark and I’m sunshine (opposite do attract)

you guys should take my quiz!!!

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robbyslittlelamb · 5 months ago

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I wanna be either John wick’s or Tex Johnson’s controversial young wife who is a sunshine preschool teacher 💗💗

what is your dream profession?

(send to next)

John Wick's pampered artist wife.🤭

"Of course I'll cook dinner, baby."

🙃😂 what about you, @sweetwolfcupcake ?

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robbyslittlelamb · 7 months ago

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I LOVE ALL OF U (even tho I don’t write)

Jack Traven belongs to @scarlettspectra, Tom Ludlow belongs to @treedaddymcpuffpuff, I think John Wick and Donaka Mark both belong to @johnwickb1tsch, Kevin Lomax belongs to @lilithlinen and Ted Logan belongs to @ghcstpyre. I’m curious from other people’s perspective who they think belongs to me 🤔🫣

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robbyslittlelamb · 7 months ago

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Awwwwwww love it xoxo

Hiiii I have a request idea.

How about a quick head cannon John and reader who is a crybaby or very sensitive (she’s like bubbles from the power puff girls. And I didn’t see in your rules on age gap relationship and if u can’t do to with them in a legal age gap relationship too)

Crybaby

Word count: 1k

Summary: you two are watching a movie when the floodgates open.

AN: so this is based off that video of the woman crying over the bunny dying in TLOU. I also left the age gap out, i apologize I didn’t know how to fit it in. To answer your question though the biggest age gap I’ll do is 20 years with the reader being 30 and John being 50.

You and John were sitting on the couch watching a movie. His arm was around your shoulders as you snuggled up against his side. You were engrossed in the film as he methodically rubbed up and down your bicep. The two of you were comfortable as the scene played out.

There was a little bunny on the screen, searching for food. You let out an, ‘awww’ at the utter cuteness. It was white with a little black nose and just looked totally adorable. You held your hands to your heart as you stared at the cute bunny. John couldn’t help but chuckle at your gushing.

You decided you wanted to get a pet bunny.

“We should get one John.” You said in a higher pitched voice.

John’s hand came up to scratch his beard before laying it back down on the couch.

“Should we?” He responded.

Suddenly just as it came on the screen an arrow went through it. You let out a gasp. It let out a little squeak and fell to the ground as it was pinned by the arrow. Your whole mood changed. the tears started to well up in your eyes.

“Oh my god.” You cried, “that was horrible!”

John kinda wanted to laugh but hated to see your tears. He hugged you close to him and kissed the top of your head. You let the tears run down your cheeks as you tried to find the remote to turn the movie off. That was awful. You hated whoever wrote that movie and would be rating it a one star even though it was pretty good up until then.

“You’re okay. It was probably CGI.” He tried to soothe you.

“Yeah but it was so cute.” You sobbed.

John looked at the clock and read that it said one am. Yeah it was definitely time for bed. He stood up from the couch where you still laid in a ball, crying. The man had to chuckle. You were as cute as that bunny but he still didn’t like to see you cry. He knew that you cried over everything though.

Even yesterday you started crying because the gas light came on in your car before that you cried over a baby in a stroller. John could think of a million instances where you cried over small things. He found it endearing and cute. You were soft and he liked that about you as he was not.

Or at least John didn’t feel that way. Like most people he could really only think of his bad qualities. The first few times you cried like that in front of him he freaked out but after the hundredth time he knew exactly what to do. He kneeled down by the side of the couch and brought his hands up to wipe your tears away.

You looked into John’s eyes and although you knew he found this reaction a little dramatic he was still comforting you, which made you cry even more. He was so sweet, unlike any man you’d ever met before. You let out a sob and he was starting to worry. This was a pretty unusual reaction. Why were you crying harder?

“You’re the nicest man I’ve ever met John.” You sniffled.

John smiled at you but couldn’t help but think of the darker things he’d done. Nice wasn’t usually a word people used to describe him. He leaned down and kissed the top of your head.

“Thanks, but let’s go to bed.” He said.

At this you looked at the clock and shot up, uncurling from your ball.

“Holy shit.”

John laughed and grabbed your hand before walking with you to the bedroom. In the bedroom you grabbed your sleep pants and one of his t-shirts. Your eyes felt heavy from crying as you dressed in your pajamas. After stepping into your pants you made your way over to the bed. You laid down and pulled the cover back for him.

“I need my snuggle bug.” You reached out for him like a kid wanting a toy.

John laughed again and turned on the lamp before shutting the main light off. He got into bed and held you. Kissing the top of your head for the tenth time he laid his cheek on it. You squeezed him tightly. He really was like a man out of your dreams. Handsome, tall, skilled (in multiple ways), and sweet.

All your other past partners made fun of your tears, some would even get angry. John always wiped them away and made sure you were okay. You knew he found it ridiculous too but you didn’t care because he’d never seriously make fun of you. Your lips came down to kiss his pec as you felt the tears coming again.

They never stopped. You didn’t even know why you cried so much but usually once they started it was hard to stop. Right now, you had a lot of love for John. Your heart felt full and you couldn’t stop yourself. You got on top of him and started peppering kisses all over his face. He closed his eyes and smiled at the feeling.

Then he could feel the wetness. You were crying again.

“What’s got you crying this time?” He asked.

“You! I love you so much.” You kissed his lips.

The two of you made out, your lips and tongues coming together. Your hands came to thread through his hair while he came to wipe your cheeks again. You both continued like that for minutes. When you pulled back you smiled at each other.

“I love you too.” He said.

You finally got back into position with your head on his chest and laid with him. Your hand came up to grab one of his and you held his hand. You squeezed it and he squeezed back.

“My ex would yell at me for crying.” You confessed.

John felt his eyebrows furrow. Why would someone yell at you? It wasn’t annoying and it’s not like you could help it.

“What an ass.” He said in his smooth voice.

“Yeah they were an asshole.” You agreed. “Goodnight John.”

“Goodnight YN.”

John leaned over to turn off the lamp, and with heavy eyes, the two of you fell asleep, cuddled up with one another.

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robbyslittlelamb · 9 months ago

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YALL MY SISTER GOT ME A CUSTOM BLYTE DOLL!!!! SHES SOOO PRETTY AND LOOKS LIKE ME (shout-out my sister and her friend who makes these dolls) 💗🎀

#john wick x reader #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves #keanu reeves imagine

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robbyslittlelamb · 9 months ago

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BIRTHDAY HAUL IS UP ON MY MAINPAGE @/myfairbambi if u want to check it out 🎀💗

THANKS FOR FOLLOWING ME HERE TOO

#john wick x reader #keanu reeves imagine #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves

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robbyslittlelamb · 9 months ago

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THANKSSSSSS ILYSFM THIS ISBTHE BEST GIFT LIKE EVER ☺️🎀

Punishment - Matt x You

FIRST OF ALL, LET'S WISH @sunnythebunny7 A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY❤️❤️❤️💗💗💗💗🎂🎂🎂🎂🎉🎉🎉I love you so much, you're always the sweetest, and you always care for everyone🥹❤️I hope you enjoy this one.

Requested by: @sunnythebunny7 Hiiii bug So as I mentioned to u Matt is underrated so here’s my idea. Matt x reader who is basically his complete opposite (she loves everything pastels, plushies and just very sensitive/crybaby) and they r dating and he’s just very possessive of her. So one day she talks to John “Samson” (he hates him) and he gets very jealous and possessive and once they get time alone he “punishes(spanks)” her (she holds her Bunny plushie names Miffy. Like the one I have) and it’s just very nsfw and a daddy kink (u can tweak it if u feel uncomfortable with anything)

Matt had a bad feeling the moment he saw you talking to that guy. He was already on edge when he saw you smiling at each other, laughing. His hands clenched into fists, and he felt himself growing more and more agitated by the second.

As soon as he had a chance, Matt walked over and grabbed you by the sleeve of your shirt, practically dragging you away from the other guy.

“Matt-” You tried to say something but he silenced you with a sharp ‘Shh!’, his grip tightening on your arm as he led you out of the crowded hallway and into the nearest empty room – one of the many storage closets.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind you, Matt turned to face you, his eyes blazing with anger.

“What were you doing talking to him?” He almost growled, stepping closer to you.

“I was just talking to him.” You say innocently, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. You knew that look he was giving you, the one that meant you were in trouble. And there was something about his anger that sent a shiver down your spine, a mixture of fear and excitement.

Matt took another step closer, his body nearly pressed up against yours. He was much taller than you, towering over you.

“Just talking?” He scoffs, his voice low and dangerous. “Don’t play coy with me. I saw the way you were laughing and smiling at each other.” His jaw clenches, the jealousy and possessiveness clearly obvious on his face.

Your heart skipped a beat as he invaded your personal space. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, the anger and possessiveness rolling off him in waves.

“I was just being friendly.” You say weakly, clutching your plushie tighter to your chest. You knew what was coming, and a small part of you was actually looking forward to it.

Matt’s eyes narrow, a sinister grin forming on his lips.

“Friendly?” He repeats, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Is that what you call it? Flirting with other guys right in front of me.” He takes another step closer, closing the distance between you even more.

Your cheeks heat up at the accusation. “I wasn't flirting! I was just talking, that’s all.” You protest, your voice wavering. But deep down, you know that's not entirely true.

Matt grabs your hips with both hands, pinning you against the wall with his body. His gaze flicks down to the bunny plushie in your hands, then back up to your face.

“That bunny,” he says, his voice a low rumble. “You really love this thing, huh?”

You nod, clutching the plushie tighter to your chest. It was your security blanket, something that always soothed you when you were feeling overwhelmed or upset. And now it was being used as a prop in this power play between the two of you.

Matt reaches out and runs his fingers over the soft fur of the bunny, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. He knew how much this thing meant to you, and he was using it to his advantage.

“Such a cute little thing,” he muses, his hand moving up to lightly grip your chin. “Just like you.”

You swallow hard at the touch of his hand on your chin, feeling a rush of heat spread through your body. You know that you shouldn’t be enjoying this, that you should be angry and offended by his jealousy and possessiveness. But the dominance in his voice, the way he was controlling the situation, it was making your stomach flutter with desire.

Matt leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear.

“You know what happens when you talk to other guys, don’t you? When you smile and laugh and act like you don’t have a boyfriend?” He whispers, his hand tightening its grip on your chin. His other hand moves down to your hip, pulling you closer against him.

A shiver runs down your spine at his words, and you can feel the heat pooling between your thighs. You know what he’s hinting at, and you know that he’s not going to let this go easily.

You try to pull your head away, but his grip on your chin is firm.

“I-I wasn’t doing anything wrong, I swear.” You protest, your voice sounding weak even to your own ears.

Matt chuckles darkly, his face mere inches from yours. He can feel your body trembling against his.

“Oh, you weren’t doing anything wrong, were you?” He says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You were just being friendly.”

He presses his body against yours, pinning you even harder against the wall. You can feel the bulge in his jeans growing as he grinds against you.

“I don’t like it when you talk to other guys. You’re mine.”

You’re practically squirming now, your body responding to his possessiveness in a way that both excites and frightens you. You know that this is wrong, but you can’t help the way your body is reacting to his dominance, this side of him is just…hot to say the least.

You try to speak again, to protest, but all that comes out is a small whimper.

Matt smirks at the sound, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having on you. He moves his hand up from your hip to your throat, gently grabbing it and tilting your head back to expose your neck to him.

“You're so mine,” he breathes, his lips trailing down your neck. He nips and bites at your skin, leaving small marks that he knows will be impossible to hide later.

Matt’s lips find yours, claiming your mouth in a deep and possessive kiss. He pushes himself even harder against you, his hands roaming over your body, grabbing and squeezing at your curves.

You melt into the kiss, your body responding eagerly to his dominant presence. Your hands cling to his shirt, pulling him closer, as you open your mouth to allow his tongue to explore.

Matt growls with satisfaction, his lips never leaving yours as he continues to kiss you relentlessly. One hand slides up your skirt, his fingers tracing along the side of your panties.

He pulls away from the kiss, his breathing ragged as he takes in the sight of you against the wall.

“Naughty.” He murmurs, his gaze dark and intense. “Talking to that guy, making me jealous. You know what happens to naughty girls?”

You whimper, your eyes wide as you look up at him. You know what’s coming, and your body involuntarily shivers in anticipation. You clutch the plushie tight, as you shake your head in response to his question.

Matt grins, pleased by your reaction. He reaches for your hand, easily taking the plushie away from you and setting it on a nearby shelf. He then gently grabs your arm, pulling you away from the wall and positioning you in front of him as he sits down on a chair.

“Over my knee,” he orders, in a firm voice. “Now.”

Your heart thumps in your chest as you hesitantly do as he says, carefully laying yourself over his lap. You feel vulnerable and exposed in this position, completely at his mercy. You can feel the heat radiating from his body as he positions you, his hand resting firmly on your lower back.

Matt runs his hand over your ass, caressing you for a moment before suddenly bringing his hand down in a firm smack. The sound echoes in the small space, and you let out a gasp at the impact. It stung, but not as much as the feeling of arousal that it brought.

“One.” Matt says, his voice calm and controlled. “For talking to that guy. For smiling and laughing and acting like you don’t belong to me.” He raises his hand again, bringing it down with another firm smack on your poor butt cheek.

You wince at the sting, your fingers tightening their grip on his pant-leg.

“Two.” He says, his hand coming down once more. “For ignoring my warnings. For knowing that I don’t like it when you talk to other guys, and doing it anyway.”

You bite your lip to keep from crying out, the pain and pleasure mingling together in a confusing jumble of sensations.

“Three,” Matt says, his hand coming down again. “For making me jealous. For being so damn beautiful that every guy wants to talk to you.” He squeezes your hip, his touch possessive and demanding. “You’re mine. Mine. Do you understand?”

You nod, your body trembling under his touch. You feel completely exposed and vulnerable, but in a way that only seems to heighten your arousal. You wanted to please him, to show him that you were his, completely and utterly.

“Good.” Matt says, his hand smoothing over your skin. “Now I want you to keep count for me. Can you do that?”

Matt watches you, waiting for you to respond. You squirm under his gaze, feeling small and vulnerable in your position across his knee. Finally, you work up the courage to speak.

“M-May I have Miffy, please?” You ask, your voice quiet and small.

Matt’s lips curve into a smirk at your request. He loved the way you looked right now, so sweet and submissive. He picks up the plushie from the shelf and passes it to you, gently setting it down in your arms.

“There you go, baby,” he says, his voice soft but firm. “But don't think that this means you’re forgiven just yet.”

You cling to the plushie, feeling a small sense of comfort and security in holding it. But you know that he’s not finished with you yet, and your body is still buzzing with anticipation.

Matt reaches down, his hand trailing over your ass again.

“Five more,” he says, his voice calm and determined. “For making me think you didn’t belong to me. For making me worry that you wanted someone else.” He pauses, his fingers digging into your skin. “Can you count them out for me, baby?”

You nod, gripping the plushie tighter. You take a deep breath, preparing yourself for what’s to come. Then, in a soft voice, you start counting out loud.

“One.”

Matt brings his hand down, the sound of the smack ringing in your ears. You bite your lip, determined to stay quiet and count each one out.

“Two.” You say, your voice getting a little shaky. The sting of the impact is starting to become sharper, and your skin is starting to feel warm and tender under his hand.

“Three.” You breathe, clutching the plushie tighter. The sting is definitely more intense now, and you can feel tears starting to prick at the corners of your eyes.

“Four.” You somehow manage to choke the word out, and your voice is starting to sound a little bit desperate.

Matt pauses for a moment, his hand hovering over your backside. He can feel the heat coming off your skin, and he knows that he’s taken you as far as you can go.

“One more,” he whispers, his voice suddenly gentle. “One more, and then we’re done. Can you do one more for me, baby?”

You nod, swallowing back the tears that threaten to spill down your cheeks. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself and prepare for the last smack.

Matt brings his hand down one final time, the smack echoing loudly in the small storage closet. You let out a small cry at the impact, tears starting to fall freely.

Matt gently pats your swollen ass, then helps you up, pulling you onto his lap. He holds you close, letting you cry into his chest while he runs his fingers through your hair.

You cling to him, burying your face against his chest and letting the tears flow freely now that it’s over. You feel exhausted and spent, your body still buzzing with the mixture of pain and pleasure that he had inflicted on you.

He holds you close, his arms wrapped protectively around you. He whispers soothing words into your ear, his voice soft and gentle. He knows that you need to be cared for right now, to be reassured that you are loved and desired despite the punishment he had just administered. You slowly start to calm down, your tears drying as you focus on his soothing voice and the steady rhythm of his breathing. You feel safe and cared for in his arms, and the familiar feeling of the plushie pressed against your chest only serves to further soothe your nerves.

He pulls you up, turning you to face him completely. His eyes search yours, looking for any sign of fear or discomfort.

“You’re my little crybaby, aren’t you?” He says, his voice gentle now. He reaches out, wiping away your tears with his thumb.

“Yes, daddy.” You nod, sniffling.

He scoops you up, cradling you against his chest. He stands up and starts making his way to your house, ensuring you’re safe and warm in his arms.

You rest your head on his shoulder, Miffy still clutched in your hand. “I love you.”

Matt smiles, his grip tightening around you. “I love you too, baby girl. Now let’s get you home.”

As you arrive at your house, he carries you inside. Your parents are nowhere to be seen, and Matt helps you into your room, laying you down gently on your bed.

“I’m going to stay here tonight, okay?” He asks softly.

“Yes, please. I’m glad you’re here.” You reply, feeling a sense of security with him by your side. He pulls you into his arms, both of your heads are resting on the same pillow.

“Someone’s birthday is tomorrow, hm?” You smile, nodding. “Yes, it’s my birthday tomorrow.”

“Well, then.” Matt grins, reaching into his pocket. He pulls out a small, wrapped present.

“Happy birthday, Y/N.” He says, handing it to you.

You take the present, your eyes wide with surprise and happiness.

“Matt…you didn’t have to.” You carefully unwrap the present, revealing a small, delicate necklace with a charm shaped like a bunny. You gasp, tears welling up in your eyes.

“It’s Miffy!” You exclaim, hugging Matt tightly.

“I thought you’d like it.” He says, his arms wrapping around you, holding you close.

“I love it. Thank you.” You whisper, snuggling into his embrace.

As the night progresses, you find yourself nestled against Matt’s chest, Miffy tucked between you. You’re safe, warm, and loved.

You can’t help but feel a bit naughty, thinking back to the way Matt spanked you earlier. You tilt your head up, your eyes meeting his in the dim light. “Matt... can we...?”

Matt’s eyes darken, understanding your unspoken request. He rolls onto his back, pulling you on top of him. He lifts your shirt, exposing your chest.

“You’re such a naughty little bunny, aren’t you? hm?” He growls, his fingers tracing circles around your nipples.

You let out a soft moan, biting your lip. “Yes, daddy. I want you.”

Matt’s lips find your neck, his teeth gently nipping at your skin. He slides his hand under your skirt, feeling your wetness through your panties.

He wasted no time and pulled your panties to the side, his fingers slipping inside you. You gasp, your body arching towards him.

“You’re so wet for me, babygirl.” He says, his voice a mix of lust and possession.

He continues to tease you, his fingers moving in and out of you, building up your climax. You cling to him, your body desperate for more.

“Please, daddy. I need you inside me.” You beg and Matt smiles, his eyes dark and hungry. He pulls his hand away, removing your panties completely. He puts you on your side as he positions himself at your entrance, his cock pressing against you.

“Are you ready? Should I count to three?” He asks, in a low and commanding voice.

“No, daddy. Please…give it to me.” You reply, your voice cracked with need.

With a deep groan, Matt pushes into you, filling you completely. You cry out, your body adjusting to his size. He starts to move, his thrusts are so goddamn powerful.

You grip onto Miffy, your body responding to his every touch. The combination of pain and pleasure from earlier mixes with the intense pleasure Matt is giving you now.

As you reach your peak, Matt’s fingers find your clit, rubbing it in tight circles. You cry out, your body convulsing as you come. Matt follows moments later, his release filling you up.

He collapses onto the bed, pulling you into his arms. You rest your head on his chest, Miffy tucked between you.

“Happy birthday, babygirl.” Matt says, his voice a mixture of love and satisfaction as he presses a soft kiss against your forehead.

You smile, feeling cherished and loved by him. “Thank you, Daddy.”

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