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Working on a Pope Cody smut so I hope y'all are still here and ready to read it 👀

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Moonlight Tension

Pairing: S1 Daryl Dixon x Fem! Reader

Blurb: Daryl is constantly bickering at you so when you fight back for once he decides you're the best option to solve his problem.

WC: 1.2k

Warnings: Smut, PinV, Season 1 Daryl is a warning in itself

Request: Yes / No (asked for more S1 Daryl)

The sun beat down on you like it was punishing you, hot and heavy on the back of your neck. The stench of rotting flesh filled the air, but what really made your stomach twist wasn’t the walker–it was the man standing a few feet away.

“Ya swingin’ too wide. Just stab it.” Daryl barked, tossing his crossbow back around his neck. “Gonna wear yourself out fightin’ like that. Be worth even less than you are now” Your jaw tightened. 

“I killed it, didn’t I?” You didn't care that he may have been trying to help you, you couldn't stand him.

“Barely” he shot back. His lip curled, like the sight of you breathing was a problem.

It had been like this since you met the group, a few days after they found Rick, you found them. From killing walkers, to fetching water, to gutting a squirrel wrong–he’d been on you like you were the problem in this messed up world. Nobody else. Just you.

You did your best to remain civil, tried not to bite back or talk shit about him behind his back but he drove you insane. Today you were extra irritated, so when you were hanging shirts on the line and his voice, you were done. 

“Pins go the other way. Won’t hold.” You turned slowly, the peg still in your fingers. 

“It’s not windy, Dixon.”

“Don’t matter. It's wrong” he said, not even looking up while he cdeadarves an arrow from a stick.

“You ever hear yourself? You’re miserable.” Your eyes narrowed as you peg the shirt up. “Bet it’s ‘cause nobody’s touched you in years.”

The camp went quiet. 

Rick froze mid-motion cleaning his gun, eyes flicking up. Lori and Carol stopped with damp laundry still in their hands. Glenn made a choking sound that was halfway between a laugh and a cough, quickly turning away to try and cover it. 

Daryl’s head snapped up.

For a heartbeat, there was nothing, your pulse hammered in your ears, trying to swallow down the adrenaline still burning. You didn’t move, nobody did. He just stared at you, his head tilted slightly. His jaw tensed, lips pressed so tight they almost disappeared.

“Watch your damn mouth” he yelled at you, jabbing his fingers in your throat. He turned and stomped off into the forest. You told yourself that was the end of it–he’d go off, hunt, sulk, and you’d get a blessed few hours without him on your ass.

But the way he’d looked at you before leaving told you otherwise. 

It was now late–the fire had long since died, snores echo throughout the camp and you and Daryl were on watch. 

You sat on a rock near the firepit, arms crossed tight, staring into the dark. You hadn’t looked at him once since the start of watch. He leaned against a tree, crossbow hanging at his side, and arms folded across his chest. Neither of you spoke.

The silence was almost worse than the fighting. Then you heard the crunch of boots against dirt. Your heart skipped a beat thinking it was a walker but then a warm hand wrapped around your arm, hauling you up. Your back slammed into a tree before you could even react. 

“Dixon-” He silenced you with a look, shadows cut sharp lines across his face and you could feel his breath on your skin. His eyes burned into you, that same piercing stare as earlier.

“Let’s see if you were right, huh” he muttered. “See if I just needa fuck someone” Your breath caught when his hand moved down to your hip, he didn’t move at first, like he was waiting for you to push him away. Your mouth went dry, you kind of wanted this afterall. 

“Daryl…” His jaw clenched at the sound of his name, his nostrils flaring like he was barely holding himself back. 

“Say you didn’t mean it, and I’ll walk away right now.” He gave you another opportunity for nothing to happen but instead you tilted your chin up, meeting his stare.

“I meant every word.” The last bit of his restraint snapped. His free hand went to his jeans, quickly undoing them, just enough to free himself. You softly whined at the way his hand wrapped around himself, stroking once, then twice, his jaw clenched tight. 

Then his fingers were at your waistband, yanking your jeans and underwear down in one rough motion. The cool night air hits your skin, the complete opposite of the heat radiating off of you. He kicked the inner side of your shoes, forcing your legs apart as far as they could with the restriction of your pants at your ankles.

One of his hands grabbed your thigh, lifting it slightly then with the other he dragged his hard cock against your slick folds. With one swift thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, stretching you open around his impressive girth. Your mouth opened, a shaky moan leaving your mouth. Daryl moved his hand up to your mouth, his large palm firmly pressing over your lips.

“Quiet!” he growled, his voice a rough rasp. His hips snapped forward, driving into you with a force that had your fingers clawing at the tree bark. “Didn’t say you could make a fuckin’ sound.” You whimpered against his palm.

“Unless you want the whole camp to know what a fuckin’ liar you are.” His pace was punishing, each thrust driving you further into the tree, the bark poking into your back but the overwhelming pleasure distracted you from it.

“Still got somethin’ smart to say?” You shook your head. You mumble out a “No”. “That’s what I thought” You could feel every ridge of him in the way he filled you completely and the way your body clenched around him despite the rough treatment. He muttered something about how tight you are.

His fingers dug into your thigh, his grip bruising as he hitched your leg higher, changing the angle. It caused you to bite your lower lip, trying to silence yourself even more.

“Gonna cum just like this, ain’t ya?” His voice was a dark, satisfied growl. “Gonna cum on my cock like a dirty slut.” You hum in response as you arch further against him. The sound of your skin filled the night, mixed with your muffled moans and his ragged breathing.

“Come on. Show me how much you hate me” Your body clenched around him, your orgasm crashing over you. He swore under his breath, his grip tightening as he buried his face in your neck to keep himself quiet. He cursed under his breath and his movements became ragged. Then he pulled out, finishing against your skin.

He didn’t move right away. His hand still covered your mouth, his body still pinning you to the tree. You could feel his heartbeat  matching the frantic rhythm of your own. When you caught your breath he slowly pulled back, his expression unreadable in the soft moonlight. He tucked himself back into his jeans, and walked back to his post without a word.

You saw the flick of fire from his lighter as he brought it to the cigarette in his mouth while he leant back against the tree. The silence between you was now heavier than before as you stood there, his cum soaking into your panties, wondering what comes next.

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Just saw this tweet with this gif and I kinda wanna write it but I was like what if they are gonna write it...

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I'm rewatching OPLA for the first time since I started getting into writing.

(Fem Reader x Male Character)

You can leave a comment or a request if you want :)

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You and Jack got into bed nearly 2 hours ago, he's fast asleep while you're still tossing and turning. Eventually, Jack stirs, looking at the time then at you.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you" You whisper

"It's okay, Sweetheart. What are you doing up?" His eyes look over your face, like he's trying to deduce what's wrong.

"I just can't sleep. Swear I've tried everything." You sigh. The hint of a smirk twitches at his lips.

"Everything?" You nod. "Twenty minutes..." He pulls you closer, kissing your neck. "Thats all I need"

And for some reason it'd be one of the best fucks y'all have ever had.

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One-on-One

Pairing: Luke Alvez x Fem! Reader

Blurb: A fight with an unsub shakes your confidence; Luke's determined to restore it. His solution? Private training-where every move pushes you closer to crossing the line you’ve both been avoiding

WC: 2.1k

Warnings: Smut, unprotected PinV, oral (f!receiving), fingering, workplace setting, flashback to fight, violence

Request Yes / No

The jet vibrated softly beneath your feet and the hum of the engine filled the quiet cabin. With arms folded over your chest, you stared out the window at the endless sheet of white clouds. The case was done, the unsub was locked up, and no further lives were lost but you still hadn't been able to relax.

Luke was sitting across from you, fingers laced together over his stomach, watching out the window. He hadn’t spoken since taking your seats, but his eyes had drifted to you more than once–glances that lingered for a moment too long, like he wanted to say something.

When he finally did, it was quiet enough to not disrupt the silence.

“You scared me back there.” Your eyes flicked toward him before you could stop yourself. You clear your throat softly.

“I'm fine” it came out murmured, you didn't care to have a conversation about it.

“You weren't. Not until I got there.” There was no arrogance in his words–it was a fact–he was the one to rescue you. You looked away, replaying what had happened for what felt like the hundredth time.

You only just caught sight of him–a shadow entering the alleyway. Naturally you and Luke went separate ways to cut him off. He took the longer route around the front that would put him right in his path, while you darted behind, a shorter path to follow the unsub.

You rounded the corner and before you could react you were pushed into the wall, hard. The shock knocked the breath from your lungs and the gun from your hand, clattering to the ground.

The first punch landed on your jaw, snapping your head to the side. You tried to shove him back, but he grabbed the neck of your bulletproof vest, hauling you forward before throwing you to the pavement.

Automatically, you reached for your gun–but his boot came down, pinning your wrist to the floor. A groan of pain left your mouth at the pressure, you tried to yank it free, but it didn't work. That's when he pulled his gun. Adrenaline spiked hard in your chest. You kept struggling, your free hand clawing at his leg, trying to unbalance him, and the toe of your boots scraping against the asphalt.

Then the weight was gone, Luke had him against the wall. His forearm was solidly pressed across the mans throat, before forcing him to face the wall and handcuffing him. He didn’t spare the unsub another glance after that, his eyes were on you

“Are you okay?” His voice was tight with traces of concern. Your throat felt too dry to answer, so you nodded, getting yourself up from off the ground.

The memory dissolved as the low rumble of the jet pulled you back to the present. You rolled your shoulders, willing the tension to ease.

“You keep replaying it?” You shrug at him, silently asking what else you were meant to do. “Hey. You're good. He just got the jump on you and you hesitated for a brief moment.” You gave a sharp exhale, half frustration, half resignation.

“And I’m just supposed to hope that doesn’t happen again?”

“No” he leant forward, elbows on the table “You’re going to make sure it doesn’t.” Your eyes flicked to him.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning” he said, voice low “One-on-one training with yours truly. Trust me, it'll help your confidence.”

“Sounds like you’re looking for an excuse to knock me around.” You tilted your head, a faint smirk tugging at your mouth. He shrugs.

“It could be fun” He smiles, urging you to say yes, causing you to sigh.

“And… when do you wanna start?” You question

“Tomorrow” he said without hesitation. You raised a brow, leaning back in your seat.

“Tomorrow? I just got slammed into a wall then the floor, in case you forgot.”

“I’ll take care of you.” His voice dipped into something quiet and hot. It makes your chest tighten but you just roll your eyes at him.

“Fine.” The silence refilled the space between you but this time there was no pressing weight of your disappointment. You turned back to the clouds while his stayed on you.

The next day, in the late afternoon, you found yourself standing outside one of the BAU’s training rooms, gym bag slung over your shoulder. You pushed the door open and stepped inside. Luke was already there, in a fitted long-sleeve shirt and trackpants. The room was cleared except for a few mats in the center.

“Right on time” he said, glancing over as you set your bag down.

“I was originally thinking we’d head to a local gym, not come into work on our day off.” you said, eyeing the space. He smirked.

“This is for you. I didn’t want any witnesses to see when you tap out early.” You rolled your eyes, toeing off your shoes.

“If I tap out, it’s because you’re cheating.”

“Cheating?” He stepped closer. “I don’t need to cheat.” The warm-up was simple–stretching, light movements–but even then he watched you closely. When you started working through scenarios, he moved with precision, his voice low and steady.

“Weight in your back leg. No, more than that. Good.” His hand skimmed your forearm to adjust your position. “Don’t fight for strength–use their momentum.” You went through it again. And again. Sometimes you’d get the movement right, sometimes he’d break through your hold with frustrating ease. He kept you moving until your hair clung slightly to the back of your neck. Every so often, he’d cut in with a quiet “again” until your body started to follow without thinking.

Finally, you tried the move one more time, just as he’d shown. This time, he let you get away with it, stepping back with a faint grin.

“Not bad.”

“Not bad?” you scoffed. “That was perfect.”

“Perfect would’ve had me on the floor,” he teased, circling you slowly. “You wanna try for perfect?” You shot him a look.

“Oh, I’m gonna.” Your eyes narrow slightly causing him to chuckle under his breath and gesture for you to come at him again.

“Bring it” You launched at him, reaching for his arm and pivoting just like he’d shown you. He let you hook his leg, momentum carrying him off balance until you sent him down onto the mat with a satisfying thud. A surprised laugh slipped from him as you straightened. You tried to bite back a smirk, proud of yourself.

“You done showing off?” He questions with an entertained look, and you shake your head. One strong hand caught your wrist, the other braced against your hip, and in one fluid movement he reversed you. You hit the mat with a soft grunt.

“Little unfair,” you managed to breath out.

“That’s the point” He was just as aware of it as you were–the warmth of his chest against yours, the faint scent of his cologne, the way his gaze lingered on your mouth. Neither of you spoke. One second, there was only the sound of your breathing. The next, his mouth was on yours.

His lips were firm against yours, demanding and yet tender. You responded instinctively, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer. His hands slid under your shirt, making you arch into him. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the tension in his muscles as he held himself above you.

Breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips down your jawline, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive skin of your neck. You gasped, your fingers tangling in his hair, urging him on. His hands moved down to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head, tossing it aside.

The cool air of the room hit your skin, but it was quickly replaced by the warmth of his mouth. His lips found your nipple, teasing it with his tongue before gently biting down. He toyed with them, back and forth before moving to your stomach, that’s when his fingers curled around your leggings and underwear. You lift your hips to assist him, then you’re left completely exposed.

"You're beautiful" he murmured, his voice husky. A rush of heat went to your cheeks, leaving you blushing. His hands slid up your thighs, parting them gently. When he reached the top his fingers swiped through your already wet lips–just once before circling your clit. He let out a low chuckle when you tensed. Then he leant down to replace his fingers with his mouth, his tongue slowly flicking and swirling, sending pleasure through your body. Your breath became more ragged, your fingers gripping the mat beneath you.

His fingers joined his mouth, sliding inside you with a rhythm that matched the flicking of his tongue. The dual sensation was overwhelming. You found yourself rolling your hips in time with him as if your body were seeking more of the pleasure he was providing. He could sense your growing arousal, his fingers curling inside you to hit that spot that made your toes curl. Then he pulled back, all of him was gone.

He got to his knees, quickly shedding his own clothes. You took in the sight of him, his muscular body, and his hard length leaking pre-cum. His hands slid under your thighs, pulling you towards him. You could feel the head pressing against your entrance. You whimpered, your body aching for him. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, filling you completely, which made you gasp. He paused, giving you a moment to adjust before he began to move.

The first thrust was slow, deliberate, as if he wanted to memorize the way your body responded to his. Luke’s jaw tightened, like his control was fraying at the edges when he felt you clench around him.

“Fuck” he groaned as his forehead dropped to yours.

“You feel-” He didn’t finish the sentence, He couldn’t. Instead, he pulled back and thrust in again, deeper this time, settling into a rhythm. You wrapped your legs around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back, urging him on. Every roll of his hips sent a jolt of pleasure through you, building something tight and desperate low in your stomach.

His mouth found yours again, swallowing your moans as his pace quickened, his movements losing their earlier restraint. The air thick with the sound of your ragged breaths and the wet slap of skin on skin. He kept one arm braced by your head and the other slid between your bodies, pressing against your clit in tight, relentless circles. You pull away from his kisses, as a strangled moan breaks from your lips.

“Shh, Shh. It’s okay Honey. You’re being so good for me.” He kisses you again to silence you. Your nails dig into his shoulders as he continues to please you like he’s been doing it for years.

“Luke-” You whine his name into the messy kiss, your voice barely recognizable. He groaned against your mouth, his hips snapping harder and deeper, like he was chasing his own release but refusing to let go first.

“That’s it” He murmured, his lips brushing your ear. “Let go. I’ve got you.” He quickly moves his fingers from your clit up to your mouth. “Open” When you obey he slips his fingers between your lips, pulling his head back to watch you. "That's it, baby. Squeeze my cock. Let me feel how much you want me." His words, combined with the feel of him inside you, push you closer to the edge. Your moans around his fingers grew louder, more desperate, as he drove into you harder and faster.

"Please, Luke" you whimper.

“Cum for me. Make me proud.” And then your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, making you clench tightly around him as you come apart beneath him.

He follows right after, spilling himself deep inside you with a low groan. You can feel his release filling you, marking you as his. He continues to roll his hips into you as you both come down from the biggest high you've ever had. Not that you'd tell him that.

He softly collapses on top of you, both of you panting heavily. He removes his fingers from your mouth, leaning in to kiss you. After a moment, he rolls to the side, pulling you into his arms. You glance up at the clock.

“We only have 10 minutes” You let him know to which you get a groan in response. You giggle at him, kissing him once more before sitting up. He follows your lead, sitting up.

“So… I think it'd be better for the next session to be held at my place.” He says while brushing his hair into place with his fingers.

“Yeah. I agree” You reply with a soft laugh.

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So...

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Doctors orders

Pairing: Gregory House x James Wilson x Fem!Reader

Blurb: Visiting James' office was routine until House decided to make it interesting.

WC: 2.3k

Warnings: Smut, MMF threesome, Oral (M receiving), Spit roast, Breath play (only a little)

Request: Yes / No

Notes: I don't know what this is

You hadn't been working at Princeton-Plainsboro too long, about 6 months, fresh out of university. Your time was spent in the clinic, shuffling between endless minor complaints, mountains of paperwork, and occasionally guiding nervous med students through the basics.

However, around all of that, you still found time to wander to Wilson's office. He had been one of the first people to welcome you, offering a smile and the kind of warmth that made the hospital feel a little less intimidating.

You quickly learnt that where James was, House inevitably was too. He'd be lounging on the couch or sitting in the office chair, eating James’ lunch, with some sarcastic comment ready the moment you walked through the door.

Today felt no different. You make your way upstairs with a patient's file in hand. James had promised to look over it with you but it was getting late and you were thinking you wouldn't even catch him. When you opened his door the room was empty but a coffee sat half-finished on the desk which meant he was still around.

You didn’t even have to think twice about where he might be. A short walk down the hall leads you to House’s office. The door was slightly ajar and you pushed it open to reveal both men. James was leaning against the wall, a folder tucked under his arm, while House sat in his chair, feet propped on the desk.

James’ head turned at the sound of the door, and his face lit with a warm smile. House’s gaze, on the other hand, was sharp, dragging from your face to your shoes before settling back on your eyes. His smirk appeared instantly, and you waited for your daily “endearing” insult.

“Well, well. The clinic star herself. Perfect, polite,...” He goes silent for a moment before pointing his cane at you. “I bet you’re terrible in bed” You paused mid-step, blinking at him. You’d grown used to his provocations–but this was so obscure you couldn’t help the confused giggle that slipped out.

“What?”

“Vanilla as they come.” He adds on casually. James’ head snapped toward House at the words, nearly choking on his own breath.

“House!” House waved the cane lazily, completely unfazed.

“Oh, relax. Don’t act like it hasn’t crossed your mind. I’ve seen you staring at her and she’s been making eyes at you for weeks.” He looks over to James. “Plus, She’s too polite to tell me to go to hell” then back to you “Which is cute, by the way.”

“You talk too much.” House’s grin stretched wider.

“Do I? Or maybe you…” He taps his cane against the table to emphasize it. “just don't like that I’m right. Of course, if you want to prove me wrong I won't stop you.”

“And how would you suggest I do that, Doctor?”

“Get on your knees for Jimmy.” James’ breath hitched. His mouth opened, but no words came out–just a strangled half-noise of protest that did nothing to convince anyone he didn’t want it.

“H-House, she-” His voice was now soft and slightly anxious.

“What? She asked, I answered. Not my fault your brain short-circuited. Look at her. She’s not leaving. She’s thinking about it.” You tilted your head slightly, letting the moment stretch. Wilson swallowed hard, and he gripped the folder like it was the only thing keeping him upright. “Just waiting for you to grow a spine.” He teases James further.

“James…if you don’t want to, it’s okay.” His head jerked in a quick shake, panic flickering across his face.

“No- it’s not that I don’t. I do, I just-” He hesitated “I don’t want you to feel pressured. Not because he’s...” The sentence dissolved into a shaky exhale which made House laugh. A small smirk curved onto your lips.

“I wouldn’t stay if I didn’t want to.” You took a slow step forward, then another, and his back pressed against the wall behind him. Then without breaking eye contact, you slowly sank to your knees. His hand twitched like he wanted to touch you but it didn't move.

“Breathe.” You place your hands on his thighs and he obeys; taking in a deep breath. House spoke again–like he couldn't help but speak.

“God, you’re pathetic. She’s literally on her knees for you, and you’re standing there like a nun caught with a porn magazine.” You glance over your shoulder at House.

“House” you said, as if you were scolding a child. “If you can’t behave, you can leave.” His brows rose.

“Oh, she’s giving orders from her knees” he drawled. You turned your eyes back to James, unbothered. “Feisty”

“Last warning.” House held up a hand in mock surrender. Your fingers brush over the cool metal of his belt buckle, undoing it with a soft click, before working on his suit pants. When you pull the zip down, they fall down to his ankles on their own. His hand tightens around the folder, still in his hand, causing creases in the paper. You take it from him, setting it aside, with yours and moving his hand to your head, where he automatically takes a handful of hair.

Then your fingers hook around the waistband of his boxers, tugging them lower until they also fall. You look up at him from your knees and he's looking back with admiration. When your hand wraps around the base of his hardening cock, his breath speeds up–chest rising and falling. You lean forward and press a kiss to the head of his cock. When it twitches in response you do it again, trailing soft kisses along his shaft until you reach the base. Then you work your way back up, before swiping your tongue along the head.

James’ hips jerk forward slightly and you take that as your cue to guide it into your mouth. You move slowly, taking in about an inch and back half until the tip of your nose brushes the slightly curly hair at the base. As you speed up James’ grip on your hair tightens.

"Jesus" he hisses through gritted teeth. From behind you can hear House’s chair creak. Then you feel him beside you, knelt down, despite the ache that must've been pulsing in his leg. His hand slides up your thigh, pushing your skirt out of the way. You feel his fingers against your panties which are already damp with arousal making him smirk.

"Seems like you're enjoying this as much as he is" His fingers rub small circles over the fabric. You let out a soft moan around James' cock. It doesn't take long for House to become impatient–moving your panties aside. He presses a finger against your entrance.

"She's so wet. I bet she's tight too." He pushes a finger inside you, curling it in a way that makes you gasp. James’ cock slips from your lips at the sudden noise. He begins pumping two fingers in and out without hesitation, and his thumb connects with your clit. Your hips start to move on their own, wanting more. “Look at her. Knees on the floor, drooling for you while she clenches on my fingers. Tell me you’re not in love.”

You turn your head slightly to look House in the eyes but it doesn't last long before James makes you face him again, tugging on your hair. His actions make you moan, slipping his cock back into your mouth, thrusting. James groans.

"God, I want to be inside you." The thought makes you clench, arousal flooding your body. You want it too, to feel him stretching you, filling you up. But first, you want to make him come undone and taste him. So, you double your efforts, taking him deep and sucking hard, hollowing your cheeks.

"Looks like our little clinic star likes it dirty," House says, his fingers pumping faster. "I knew there was more to you than meets the eye." You can only moan in response. And then, with a final flick of House's thumb over your clit, you come undone. Your pussy clenches around House's fingers, your mouth opening in a drawn out moan around James' cock.

He doesn't let up, for the next minute while you're focusing on James, he keeps teasing you. Your hips jerk in a weak attempt to get away from him. He whispers something in your ear about being sensitive but you don't pick it up over your moans.

James cums a moment later, his hot seed filling your mouth and some spilling out the sides. It's only then when House backs away, standing to stretch his leg. You sit back on your heels as steady your breath and James relaxes against the wall. The taste of him lingered on your tongue, your pulse finally starting to slow. You felt Wilson’s thumb brush your temple, tender and shaky, like he wasn’t sure if he should.

“Are you okay?” You nodded, the corner of your mouth twitching up.

“I think she’s got another round in her.” House comments, and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks, looking back at him you nod.

“Yeah?” James softly asks. Without a word you hold your hand up towards him, and he takes it, helping you stand. He toes his shoes off, and steps out of his pants. Then he started on you, undressing you slowly, removing your skirt and blouse as you kick your heels off. His hands lingered as he slipped off your bra and panties.

“You’re beautiful” James murmured, the words barely leaving his lips as he guided you toward the couch. “Hands and knees” You did as he asked, your palms pressing into the fabric as your back arched instinctively. James moved behind you, his knee sinking into the couch while the other foot stayed on the floor for balance. In front of you, House rose from his chair with a low grunt and leaned against his cane. He came to stand facing the couch, his crotch level with your face.

“Now that’s a view” he muttered, eyes flicking between you and James. “Almost worth staying late for.”

“I’ll make it worth your while” You give him a sarcastic smirk. James’ hand traced up your spine in a slow, deliberate stroke that made your back arch a little more. You watch as House's free hand comes down to his belt, popping it open and you help to free him of his jeans, pulling them down just enough. One of James’ hands rest on your hip as the other rests his cock by your entrance.

He sinks into you with a deep groan and the mix of a gasp and moan slips from you. House wasted no time stepping forward, and sliding it into your already open mouth. You could taste the salty pre-cum leaking from the tip.

James started moving, hips rolling back before snapping forward again, pushing you forward onto House's cock. He found an instant rhythm and you focused on relaxing your throat. Your moans were muffled by House's cock, but he seemed to like that, if the way he groaned was any indication.

"Taking us both at once. Such a good girl." You never thought you’d see the day where you heard praise from House but it was divine. It sent a shiver down your spine, making your pussy clench around James. Just as you feel like your regaining your senses, House gently pinches your nose. Your hand comes up to clutch at his thigh as he buries his cock in your mouth.

"House, careful" James warned, his hips never faltering in their rhythm. "Don't want to hurt her." House just grunted in response, his eyes locked on where his cock disappeared between your lips.

"She can take it," he said confidently. "Can't you?” You do your best to nod and just as a slight burning feeling pricks at you, House lets go and pulls back, not fully, but enough for you to breathe. You inhale soft, sharp bursts of air. James comfortingly rubs circles on your hip before leaning over, his chest pressing against your back, which makes him feel impossibly deeper.

“You okay?" You hum confirmation around House’s cock. ”Good girl” He straightens back up, placing his hand flat across the back of your head, to take House's full length with each thrust of his. You were full of both of them, then empty, over and over.

Your orgasm was building, the pressure inside you tightening. Both of their cocks were pulsing, so you focused on House. You sucked harder, the hand you had on his thigh moving to his balls. It took less than a minute before he grunted out a warning, burying himself deep in your throat. His cum shot down your throat in thick, hot spurts. When he pulled out your head dropped, resting on the arm of the couch.

James picks up the pace, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor.

"You feel so good" he groaned, his hand moving from your hip to tangle in your hair. "I'm gonna fill you up” You could only moan in response, your own orgasm building with each thrust. Your pussy clenched around him, trying to pull him in deeper. "Come for me, baby.” Those words, combined with his deep thrusts, sent you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed through you, clamping down around him as you cried out in pleasure. James' hips stuttered as he followed you over the edge, his cock pulsing inside you as he came for the second time.

As your spasms subside he pulls out, both of you sitting on the couch, while House is in his chair, the weight of what just happened sinking in. James leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder.

“Well” House spoke up first, his voice as dry as ever “that was a far more productive use of hospital hours than paperwork.”

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Fernando with his back injury, being giving strict orders to rest over the break, but he has 3 weeks on vacation with you.

Rules would be broken, neither of you are resting 🙂‍↕️🤰🏻

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Show me what you can do

Pairing: Dr Michael Robinavitch x Fem!reader

Blurb: You wanted control. He showed you what you really needed.

WC: 1.5k

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, Reader tries to top and fails

Request: Yes / No

The apartment is dimly lit in a soft orange glow from the lamp. Outside, the city hums faintly–cars passing, an occasional echo of a horn, and sirens–but in here, it’s safe and warm.

A record plays quietly in the background–old soft rock–the kind of music Robby always puts on when he’s trying to unwind. He’s sat in the living room, sprawled across the couch, which is where he landed after dinner. He’s in a pair of old track pants which he uses as Pj's and his hair is slightly damp from his shower. One arm rests along the back of the couch while the other draped across his stomach as he holds his whiskey glass.

You’re down the hallway, softly humming along to the tune. You've just stepped out of the bathroom from your own shower. You went to the dresser, picking out a pair of panties and sliding them on, then his jacket caught your eye, hooked on the back of the door. You took it down and slid it on. It drowns you–the shoulders are too broad, sleeves are slipping past your hands, and the hem resting mid thigh. You zip it up about halfway, revealing just enough.

You wander down the hall, across the cool hardwood floor, stopping when you reach the opening of the living room. He doesn’t look up right away. He's watching the ice float in his glass. You catch the subtle lift of his brow when he notices you in the doorway.

His gaze travels from your bare legs, to where the jacket opens, then your face. He sits up a little straighter as you walk towards him but doesn't speak. You climb onto his lap and the jacket rides higher as you do. Then you reach for his glass and gently take it from his hand, setting it aside without breaking eye contact.

Normally, this is where he takes over. His hands find your hips, and his mouth meets yours. You wait for it but nothing happens. Your brows draw together slightly.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Because I’m half-naked on your lap, wearing your jacket–and you’re just... sitting there.”

“It’s just different, that’s all.” He shrugs slightly; it’s not a complaint, just an observation. “Not used to you taking the lead.”

“So what, you're punishing me for showing a little initiative?” You say with a soft giggle assuming that now he’ll take charge but his eyes flick down where the jacket slips higher on your thighs, then back to yours.

“Maybe I’m just waiting to see if you can actually follow through.” Your breath catches, but instead of backing down, you lean in and kiss him–slow, deliberate, a silent reply to his challenge.

“Don’t move.” You murmur as you pull away, getting off his lap. Your fingers reach under the jacket, and hook around the waistband of your panties, sliding them down. They fall softly to the floor, and you step out of them. Your attention turns back to him, reaching for his waistband. He lifts himself up just enough to help and you pull them down to his ankles.

You climb back into his lap steadying yourself with a hand on his shoulder. The other reaches between you, guiding him to your entrance. His cock already hard and warm against your fingers. Your breath hilts as you begin to sink down onto him. He’s thick, stretching you slowly, inch by inch and for a moment, you close your eyes, just to breathe.

“Eyes open” he says quietly but firmly. You lift your gaze to his, lashes fluttering.

“Thought I was the one in charge?”

“You are” He coos with a hint of amusement in his voice. “But you’re pretty demanding when I’m the one leading.” he teases softly. “I just want to give you the full experience.” You roll your eyes, but the corners of your mouth twitch in spite of yourself.

Both your hands press firmly against his broad shoulders as you begin to rock your hips just to adjust. After a minute you lift your hips and sink back down, trying to find a steady, easy rhythm.

His eyes drift down to where the zip sits on your chest. He can see your boobs bounce under the soft fabric with each movement. Without a word, his fingers curl around the zipper of the oversized jacket, and pull it down.

It falls open, and he watches with a hungry gaze, memorizing this moment. One of his hands settle on your waist, letting his thumb draw circles on your skin. The slick sound of your skin meeting quietly echoes over and over. It fills the space between your shaky breaths and his low exhales.

Every time you sink down, his grip tightens just slightly, like he’s holding himself back from taking over.

“You look so fucking good like this” he murmurs, voice rough. “Riding me like you were made for it.” Butterflies swirl in your belly at his words. You place one of your hands on his chest, right over where his heart is thudding. Your pace begins to falter slightly as his praise sinks in, and your legs are already starting to ache from the rhythm.

“No,” he murmurs, voice tinged with something close to amusement. “Don’t slow down now.” So you press your hips down and start to roll them in slow, deliberate circles instead, hoping it’s enough, hoping he feels it just as deep as you do. You lean forward, pressing your chest to his as you breathe deeply.

“Already thinking of giving up?” You shake your head. His hand slides into your hair, fingers threading through the strands as he gently pulls your head back enough to see your face. He’s trying to hold back the cocky smirk on his face but he can’t. He leans in close, his voice a low tease against your ear. “Are you sure?” Then, without warning, he shifts beneath you and thrusts upward. A soft moan slips out your mouth and your eyes close.

“There she is.” he says, fondly as his fingers move down from your hair to your waist. “It’s alright,” he whispers, tilting his head so his nose brushes yours. “I’ve got you.”

His grip tightens and he starts fucking you at a teasingly slow rate. Each gentle thrust is deep and full, filling you completely, drawing out soft sighs and gasps from your lips. He leans in, his lips brushing along your jawline, then down your neck.

“Micheal, please.” He gently nips at your neck at the sound of your plea.

“Mmm” he hums “Patience.” He lifts his head and kisses you, that smirk still on his lips. When he pulls away he continues to kiss whatever part of you he can, focusing on your neck. His beard scratches against you, leaving a tingly feeling behind and occasionally causing you to giggle.

The look on his face tells you that he’s getting closer. His eyebrows draw closer and his nostrils flare a little. The slow, steady thrusts gradually shift, gaining momentum–each one harder and deeper than the last.

“You wanted to be in control” his voice is still sweet even as his thrusts become more forceful “but you’re not built for it, are you?” He moves you with ease, using you for both of your pleasure. “Just need to be used, right pretty girl?” You want to argue, deny it, prove him wrong but your pussy clenches around him at his words and he makes your mind feel blank.

Your nails drag along his chest, as you say his name like a mantra.

“Say you need it like this.” Your mouth opens, but the words won’t come out, not with the way he’s fucking you. He can see it all over your face that this is what you really need–your lips part, your eyes are glazed, and your body trembles–yet he knows you want to fight it.

“Say it or I stop.” That catches your attention quickly and you shake your head, not wanting him to stop.

“I need it” you whisper, barely audible.

“Louder.” Your lashes flutter

“I need this. Please, don’t stop.”

“Good girl. Look how well you take it” his eyes flick down to where you’re joined. “So fucking perfect like this” You moan and softly curse as you quickly head towards your high. One of your hands grabs his bicep, nails carving small crescent moons.

You can both feel the way your walls contract around him, and it pulls a groan from his throat. His thrusts slow just slightly, and his hand slides up your back, splaying between your shoulder blades.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” he murmurs, tilting his head to kiss just below your ear. “Come on” Your hips start moving in frantic little rolls which cause your orgasm to crash over you. You cry out, and your legs tremble.

“Fuck!” he groans, feeling the way you clamp around him. His jaw clenches, pace faltering for the first time. “That’s it. Just like that.” One of his hands slides up your back and wraps around the back of your neck as he thrusts up one last time. Your breaths are ragged against the peaceful silence.

You collapse against him, chest pressed to his, your body still dealing with aftershocks. His arm wraps around your back in a comforting way.

“You staying right here?” he asks. You nod.

“Try and move me.” He huffs a quiet laugh that you can feel in his chest.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He kisses your temple, resting his head on yours.

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Seen and giggling because this would definitely happen.

Thank you! 😌

GREY'S ANATOMY | Shiny Happy People (6.22)

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If You Only Knew • Part 1

Pairings: Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x fem!reader & John Carter x fem!reader

Blurb: Two men, father and son, both interested in you. The situation was absurd, complicated, and potentially disastrous.

WC: 1.3k

Warnings: None

Notes: There will be a part 2

Request: Yes / No

To be honest Pittsburgh didn’t feel like the fresh start that you were expecting. You decided to leave home, and move away from your parents to experience freedom. However, It just felt cold and unfamiliar from the moment you got off the plane. 

Your new apartment was filled with silence, and a sense of regret slowly filled you. You tossed and turned, trying to sleep but your nerves refused to settle no matter what you did.

The hospital, though–the pitt–that felt right, it felt like home. A new shiny badge and key card. A new pair of scrubs. And a new emergency department maze to navigate.

You had barely walked through the doors before gurneys were rolling in–multi car collision–four badly injured. Thrown straight back into it, working beside a different team, trying to stabilise this man. 

The door separating the two rooms swung open. A man entered and one of the nurses started giving the run down of the patient's condition. He stood opposite you, across the bed, assisting where he could. His eyes flick up, and a brief look of confusion forms as his eyes trace over you before focusing back on the task. Then he's off again, checking on the others from the crash. 

Once that incident had calmed you peeled off your gloves when you sensed someone behind you. Turning, you saw him–Tall and large, with a quiet authority about him. His brown hair and scruffy beard were streaked with the first signs of grey.

“You're the new nurse from…” He draws it out for a moment, before releasing a heavy breath. You finish the sentence, telling him where you were originally from. “Right, Welcome to the Pitt. Dr Michael Robinavitch. Robby.” You give him your name but then a voice calls out from behind him. He looked toward the sound, then back at you, leaving you with a nod. 

Later that day you were reviewing a patient chart at the nurses’ station when someone leant on the surface beside you, sliding a coffee over. You thank him before he starts talking.

“Hey” the man said, flashing a quick grin. “You’re the new nurse, right?” You nod. “Word travels fast and anyway I would've noticed someone so pretty” You gave him a look, somewhere between amused and unimpressed. 

“Is that your usual opening line, or am I just lucky?” He lets out a soft chuckle.

“John Carter. And before you hear from anyone else Robby’s my Dad. Different last name, long story. Med school relationship, Mum got pregnant, mutual breakup, they remained friends, got her surname and was raised by both of them.”

“Do you usually give out family history as an introduction?” You tilt your head slightly. 

“People are nosy. It stops any false rumours. Also, I figured it was a decent excuse to come talk to you.”

Over the following weeks, both men found their way into your space more often than seemed necessary.

John was obvious about it. He playfully flirted with you, asking questions he knew the answers to, lingering longer than necessary when handing you supplies, making jokes to see you smile. 

Robby, on the other hand, is harder to read. He doesn't hover or get into lots of conversations but he's aware. If a patient gets aggressive, he’s there before anyone else. If your shift runs long, he privately checks in. You never see him watching you–but you can feel it. 

People notice–of course they do. You hear the whispers, and feel their eyes whenever John makes you laugh or Robby pulls you aside to check in but you don’t think much of it. They were just being kind. Carter flirts with everyone. Robby’s a good attending. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

You've now been here for just over three months, You were beginning to feel steady on your feet. What hadn’t settled, however, was the attention you were getting from two men. Not that you minded–it was flattering.

It was the end of another long shift when it happened. You were pulling off your gloves when Carter appeared beside you, leaning against the wall. 

“You doing anything tonight?” he questions.

“Other than a hot shower and collapsing into bed? No” He softly laughs through his nose. 

“Good. There’s a restaurant I’ve been meaning to try, just out of the city.” You raise an eyebrow and softly smile. 

“Are you asking me out on a date, Carter?”

“That depends,” he said, standing up a little straighter. “Would you say yes if I was?” You let the silence stretch just long enough for a smile to crack through, which made him smile.

“Yeah” you said. “I’d say yes.” He grinned.

“Then it’s a date.” The date had been easy. No pressure, no awkward small talk–just two people enjoying good food and conversation. The restaurant was cozy–candlelit and quiet. He made you laugh and he looked at you like he liked being the reason.

When he walked you to your door that night, there was a pause.

“I had a great time” you turn around to face him. 

“Me too.” He reached up, fingers brushing your cheek, eyes flicking to your mouth like he wasn’t sure if he should continue so you leaned in. The kiss was soft, warm, and brief but it left a smile on both your faces.

“Goodnight”

“Night”

The next day you tried to act normal but you couldn't help the smile that sat on your lips.

“You're suspiciously smiley” You turn to her with a shrug “Wait…” Her eyes narrowed. “Did you get laid?”

“Dana.” You laugh

“I’m not judging. I just need to know who.” There's silence for only a few seconds. “Carter?”

You glance away, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling again. That’s all the confirmation Dana needs. Her eyes go wide. 

“Oh my god. I was joking.”

“It was just a kiss though”

“You kissed Carter?”

“Keep your voice down.” She laughed. 

“You kissed Carter,” she repeated, quieter but grinning wide. “That’s gonna make things interesting.” You blinked. 

“What things?”

“Robby.” You scoffed at that. 

“Robby doesn’t care.”

“Mhm,” Dana hummed “Let’s find out.”

“Dana-”

“I’ll be subtle.” She walks away with a smirk and a wink. 

At first, nothing changed, so you let yourself relax. You started saying yes more easily to John's late-night texts, to grabbing food after shift, and to staying out. As weeks passed you and John got closer, it spilt into work–a kiss on the cheek, making you giggle, jokes whispered at the nurse’s station, and straightening your ID badge. 

Then over time, there were things you noticed. You told yourself not to read into it, maybe he just felt weird that you were dating his son, but it got worse. You decide to just ask. You walk into the break room finding Robby alone, he leans against the counter sipping his coffee.

“Can we talk?"

“Something wrong?” He looks over. You blink. That’s how he wants to play it?

“I don’t know,” you say. “You tell me. You're being different. If this is about John just be honest with me. If you don’t want me near him, if you think I’m not good enough for him, then say it.”

“Don’t do that.” he says.

“Do what?”

“Put words in my mouth.” You blink at the edge in his tone. “I don’t think you’re not good enough.”

“Well you were fine at first and now you're acting like this.”

“Because I’m trying to do the right thing.”

“Which is what, exactly?” You step closer. “Pretending you don’t care?” Robby looks up at that. 

“I do care and that’s the problem.” Your stomach flips, but he’s not done. “You’re half my age. You're going out with my son. Neither of you can wipe the smiles off your face when you see each other.”

“I didn’t know you-” 

“I know you didn’t.” he says. “That’s why I’m not angry.” You’re quiet. “I’m staying out of it, because it’s not my place. And because it would’ve been easy to say something before but now, it would just be selfish.”

“So you’re just going to ignore this?” You search his face. He exhales. 

“I’m just not going to act on it.” You’re left in the quiet, heart pounding, as he leaves the room; like he didn’t just unravel something insane. 

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Johnny Storm and superhero reader (who has Ice/water power)

Y'all hate each other, completely opposite in every way but opposites attract, right? 👀

*Slowly opens Google Docs*

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I've had a decent sprinkle of mean Dr Robby on my Tumblr and I need to write.

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Can’t Take It Back

Pairing: Dr James Wilson x Fem!reader

Blurb: James knew that once he kissed you, he wouldn’t be able to go back. So when you showed up at his door after a tough day he stopped trying to pretend he didn’t want more.

WC: 1.9k

Warnings: soft smut, death (mentioned)

Request: Yes / No

James Wilson had always been drawn to complicated women. That was the pattern he followed. The wounded, the chaotic, the sharp-tongued and reckless–women who set his life on fire just so he could try to put it out. He called it compassion while House called it a savior complex. Either way, it usually ended the same; James left wondering what the hell he’d been thinking.

But you weren’t like that. You weren’t damaged.

You were young, and kind, and a little too bright-eyed for Princeton-Plainsboro. You’d started a few months ago, a fresh-faced doctor, part of House’s new extended team. You worked hard, stayed late, and you were the kind of person who sat at a patient’s bedside just to keep them company.

It didn't take long for Wilson to start noticing the small things about you. Like the way you touched his arm when you laughed–just a brush of your fingers over his bicep. Or the way you bite your lip when you look up at him.

He told himself that he was imagining it.

He was older. Too old, probably. Divorced three times, with baggage you didn’t even know existed yet. A messy history of chasing damaged women because he liked to feel useful. 

Still, you kept coming back.

You brought him coffee in the mornings, smiling as you handed him the cup, your fingers would brush his. You would ask him how he was doing. Really ask; not in that offhand way most colleagues did, but softly, sincerely. And that scared him because he didn’t know what to do with someone like you–someone who wasn’t broken–someone who didn’t need fixing.

But here you were at his door.

James had a bad day, possibly one of his worst. A patient he’d treated for over a year had died that afternoon. He’d known it was coming, but knowing didn’t make it easier. He’d sat at their bedside, holding their hand, sharing their final moments. He decided to clock out early and as he left the hospital, his chest felt hollow.

House had previously mentioned that when James loses someone like that, he disappears for a while. Turns his phone off, sits in silence and falls into that quiet void where no one could reach him.

So maybe you shouldn’t have done this. Maybe it was crossing a line; finding his address but you just wanted to check on him.

You knocked gently. For a minute, you thought he wasn’t going to answer but then the lock turned, and there he was. He looked much different from how you usually saw him. His mouth parted slightly when he saw you, like he wasn’t sure if you were real.

"I brought dinner." you said, lifting the bag a little. His eyes flicked from the takeout to your face. He should’ve told you to go home. He should’ve thanked you, and made some excuse. Instead he stepped aside.

“Come in” His apartment was dark except for the soft glow of a lamp near the couch.

"I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I got a mix.”

"You don’t have to do this." he murmured. His voice was rough, and quieter than usual.

"I know." You glanced up, eyes soft. "I wanted to." You follow him to the couch, sinking down onto the soft cushions. You pull out containers from 4 different restaurants, ultimately deciding that you'd both just pick through all of them. For a few minutes, the only sound was the crinkle of plastic and an occasional crunch.

He keeps glancing at you when he thought you weren’t looking. 

“This was really kind of you” he said after a while, voice soft. He looks down at his food, putting it back on the table. “I get too invested sometimes. I know that’s not very clinical but-” he doesn't continue so you do. 

“You’re human” you said. “And you care. That’s not a flaw, Dr. Wilson.” He smiled, just faintly. 

“James.”

“Hmm?”

“If we’re going to eat takeout on my couch, and talk about my problems, you should call me James.”

“Okay… James.” The way you said it did something to him, he felt it in his chest. “For what it’s worth, I think it’s one of the things that makes you a great doctor.”

“You shouldn’t say things like that,” he says, eyes still on the table.

“Why not?”

“Because it makes it harder to pretend I don’t feel something for you.” You didn’t move at first. Just watched him, watched how carefully he kept his eyes away from yours, like he couldn’t bear to see your reaction. “It’s unprofessional, and probably says something about me I don’t want to unpack.” He laughs. “That’s enough about that” He shakes his head. “I don’t need to say something I can’t take back”

“Come on James. I came here to talk” You urge with a calmness, showing you weren't put off about him liking you.

“I think about you more than I should” he said, quiet again. “Not just at work. At home.” He briefly hesitated. “I’ve pictured you here. Being able to come home from work and-” His laugh was soft, like he was embarrassed “God, I sound like I’m having a midlife crisis.”

“You sound honest” you said. “And I’m not going to pretend I haven’t thought about you too.” He drew in a subtle breath. 

“You shouldn’t want someone like me.”

“Maybe” you shrug. “But I do.” He didn’t say anything so you moved closer, slowly, giving him every chance to stop this. His eyes dropped to your mouth before darting back up to yours. 

“Are you sure?” You nodded, and your lips brushed his. He solidified it, leaning in that last bit. The kiss was soft, both of you afraid to push too far but when his hand settled on your waist, yours found the side of his neck and it deepened. You shifted closer, then swung one leg over, settling into his lap. His hands wrapped around your hips instinctively, anchoring you there as you kissed him slow and sweet.

You shifted in his lap, a soft rustle comes from the fabric of your clothes as you roll your hips. Your arms drape around his shoulders, and your fingers slip into the hair at the nape of his neck. He exhaled shakily against your lips, eyes fluttering closed like he was trying to memorize every second. You pulled back, resting your forehead against his. 

“Tell me if this is too much.”

“It is” he murmured. “But I don’t want it to stop.” So you kiss him again, slipping your hands under the hem of his shirt. Your fingertips grazed the warm skin, and he let you lift the fabric slowly over his head. He watched you the whole time, unsure, and afraid to want too much.

“Lie back” he says between short kisses. You do. You get off his lap and lay across the cushions, he follows you down, bracing himself above you, one hand planted beside your head, the other tenderly trading patterns over your side. 

He kissed you again, but this time it was different–deeper, filled with want–just perfect.

When his hand slid beneath your shirt, it moved slowly, tracing the line of your skin. He looked at you, checking again, waiting for confirmation and you gave it. Piece by piece, he undressed you, he didn’t rush a single second. Each moment was deliberate–each button or zip, each inch of fabric pulled away, drew him closer.

He sat up just enough to take in the sight of you, his eyes scanning your body like he couldn’t believe this was real. Then he leaned down, and kissed your lips. He moved to your collarbone next, then lower, his mouth brushing over your boobs, then your stomach. He took his time, letting his lips and hands learn every part of you.

Then he trailed back up, retracing his path in reverse, slower, more deliberate. His lips are warm against your skin. When he kisses you on the lips again your breath hitches as the hard outline of his cock pressed against you, straining through the fabric still between you. You tugged at the waistband of his pants.

“Are you sure?” he asked, one last time. You nodded. 

“Yes. I want this. I want you.” Then he got up, his hands moving quickly, undressing himself until nothing separated you. He knelt on the couch and positioned himself, one hand steady, on your hip, the other slowly stroking his cock. He moved closer and pressed into you slowly, his jaw tight with the effort not to rush. The stretch made your breath catch in your throat. He groaned softly.

“God,” he whispered, “You feel...” You clung to him, nails pressing lightly into his back as he moved. He used his now free hand to lean over you, his mouth found your shoulder leaving a trail of kisses

“I’ve wanted this for longer than I should admit” he said against your skin.

“Me too.” you whispered. You wrapped your legs around him, drawing him closer, deeper. It made him rock into you just a little deeper, his pace increasing slightly. You tipped your head back, lips parting, a soft moan escaping you as your hips began to rise to meet his.

"You feel so good" he groaned, breath hot against your ear as his hips moved in steady, deliberate strokes. He shifted slightly, adjusting the angle, and your fingers clenched against his shoulders. You gasped, eyes fluttering shut. 

“Right there- God, James” Your arms wrapped tighter around his neck. "Don’t stop," you whispered, voice trembling. "Please." The couch quietly groaned beneath you, the sound lost under your breathless moans, his deep groans, and the soft sound of skin against skin.

He inaudibly mutters something about how good this is as his thrust spead up just a little more and that was enough. Your back arched, and your mouth opened in a silent cry as you pulsed around him. You clung to him through it, moaning into his shoulder.

“Jesus” he choked, the control in his voice breaking completely. He barely lasted two more thrusts until he came, letting out a broken sound into your neck.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. He stayed pressed against you, still inside, his face buried in your neck. Your hands drifted up to his hair, gently combing through it as your heart pounded against his chest.

Eventually, he eased back just enough to look at your face. His eyes searched yours–like he was trying to understand how something so good could exist. His hand came up to cradle your cheek, thumb brushing beneath your eye, and you leaned into the warmth of it without thinking.

“I shouldn’t have let that happen,” he said softly, brows drawn, and guilt threading through his voice. Your chest ached, but you didn’t react. He regretted it?

“Don’t say that like this was a mistake.” He blinked, lips parting–like he hadn’t expected that. Then his hand slid from your cheek into your hair, pulling you into another kiss.

“I didn’t mean it like that. It’s not that I regret it. I just…” He exhaled hard, eyes flickering over your face. “I wasn’t supposed to let it happen because I knew if I did, I wouldn’t be able to go back.”

“Then don’t. We can just see what happens.”

“You mean that?” He questions.

“I’d rather figure it out than pretend like this didn’t happen or like it didn’t mean something.”

“Okay” he whispered against your mouth. “Let’s see where this goes.” You smiled into the kiss knowing this was just the beginning of something real.

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Too much?

Pairing: Jack Abbott x Fem!reader

Blurb: Jack knows exactly how much you can handle-so he gives you just a little more.

WC: 1.7k

Warnings: Smut, Oral (F!receiving), sex toy (used on F), overstim

Request: Yes / No

You met Jack Abbott the night you were rolled into the ER–scared, bleeding, and shaking. He was the one who took care of you. With calm hands, and his voice keeping you grounded while everything else spun.

“Stay with me.” he’d said, eyes locked on yours while his palm pressed hard against your side. “Look at me. You’re going to be okay.” 

It’s been a few months, and you’re still with him. A few follow ups turned into grabbing coffee, which turned into this. There’s no label about what it is. You don’t ask, and Jack’s not the type to explain himself but you’re in his apartment more than your own, you sleep in his bed, and make breakfast together. So whatever it is, it’s something.

Today you decided to go into the city for a few hours, no plans–just enjoy your day off.

You’re standing in the bathroom, in front of the mirror, with your mascara wand in hand. Focused, mouth parted slightly, tilting your chin to get the right angle. You see movement in the reflection and your eyes flick over. He stood with one shoulder against the frame, rolling up his sleeves.

“Nearly ready?” He asks,voice low but warm. You pop the mascara closed with a soft click, and set it down on the counter, before you turn to face him fully. Your lips curve into a smile and you nod.

“Mhmm, All ready” You grab your lipgloss and walk towards him. 

He drives you to the city, one hand loose on the wheel, the other resting on your thigh. The windows are cracked just enough for the breeze and the sun is warm against your skin. When you get out of the car, you loop your arm through his and curl your fingers around his bicep. He doesn’t say a word about it, just lets you stay close while you drift in and out of the different stores. 

Eventually, you get to your favourite cafe. You order your usuals, then settle into one of the booths by the window. Jack slides in next to you, his arm stretching along the back of the seat, fingertips drumming soft against the cushion.

“You know…” you murmur, looking up at him “you look real good today.”

“Is that right?” His lips twitch like he’s fighting a smirk as he sips his coffee. 

When the mugs are empty, you wander back out onto the main street. Your hands brush as you walk. Once, then again. The third time you take his hand in yours, lacing your fingers with his. His thumb softly traces small circles against your skin, like he’s not even aware of it but you know better. That little gesture says plenty. 

You walk a little further, till you reach the end of the main street. Then Jack tilts his chin toward the crosswalk. You cross the street and wander into the quiet park.

Jack relaxes onto one of the benches, shaded by the trees. Instead of sitting beside him, you sit on his lap, sideways, like the seat next to him isn’t perfectly empty. His hand comes to rest on your thigh immediately.

“You know” His voice is low against your ear, his breath warm against your skin, “you don’t have to do all this to get my attention, right?” There’s no serious tone or warning in his words, just soft teasing. You smile, pressing your lips to his jaw, feeling the faint scratch of stubble.

“Yeah,” you whisper, you smile against his skin “but where’s the fun in that?” He quietly laughs at you, letting you know that he’s noticed your little sweet mannerisms throughout the day. 

That’s the thing about Jack Abbott–he doesn’t rush. He doesn’t break when you try to bait him. He just lets you. 

Lets you touch him.

Get close.

Whisper every thought that comes to mind. 

And he carries on with his day like none of it’s getting to him. 

Except you can sense it does. All in the way that his jaw tightens slightly, through the weight of his hand on your leg and how his eyes linger on your lips.

The ride home feels longer than the drive into the city. Maybe because you’re restless now, eager for him to put his hands on you. You’re practically buzzing by the time you get back to his apartment. You think he’ll give it to you–strip you down, press you into the mattress, and fuck you. But like you learn time and time again Jack’s a patient man.

He watches you as you remove your jewellery and shoes.

“What?” you ask. You step closer, hands slipping under his shirt, fingertips grazing the skin of his stomach. His muscles tense under your touch. You look up at him, doe-eyed.

“Jack…” You breathe his name out softly.

“Yeah?”

“I need you.”

“I know you do.”

He catches your wrists before you can push his shirt any higher, backing you toward the bed. His large hand cups your jaw, tilting your face just how he wants it and leans in to kiss you.

Clothes come off on his terms. He takes his time peeling layers away until you’re both bare. He lays you down on the bed, your head on his pillows. He presses kisses to your stomach, then your hips, and your inner thighs. And then he’s between your legs.

His mouth is slow at first–warm lips, soft tongue drawing teasing circles that make your stomach tighten and your breath catch in your throat. You shift beneath him, which makes him rest one heavy hand across your hip to hold you in place.

“Stay still” he murmurs against your skin, voice low. You try but his mouth is good. His tongue flicks over your clit, then drags lower, dipping inside you just to make you whimper. He works you open until you’re slick. You whine softly when he swipes back up to your clit.

“I know.” he says softly. His eyes flick up to yours as he pushes two fingers in. They curl just right to find the spot that makes your thighs twitch. His mouth stays where you need it

“Jack, please-”

“Thought you liked teasing?” You were really good at it today.” He continues until your back arches. You moan his name, hands scrambling for something–One ends up on his shoulders, the other in the sheets. He doesn��t stop, you try to twist away from the pressure, but his hand stays firm at your hip.

“Too much” Your body jerks when he curls his fingers again, mouth closing over your clit with just a little more suction, just enough to make your head spin. Another orgasm builds before the first has even faded. Your eyes roll back, and you gasp his name. He moves his mouth away and focuses on how his fingers are moving which sends you over for that second time.

“You’re doing so good” He removes his fingers, you see him reach for something, then hear it buzz. You’re not sure when he even grabbed your vibrator but your thoughts stop when the toy presses against you. Your hips jolt off the mattress. Jack watches you like he can’t adore anything more. His free hand strokes your thigh keeping you grounded. Tears prick the corners of your eyes from the intense feeling. You barely get the words out before you whining from a third orgasm. 

“Shh. You’re okay” He removes the toy, placing it aside. “You have one more for me, don't you?” His voice is coaxing. You nod. “Good girl.” The praise sinks into your skin. His fingers curl around your knee to part your legs wider. His other hand comes to his cock, stroking himself slowly as he looks at you. He leans over you, his cock dragging against your slick, swollen pussy–but he doesn’t push in yet. Just lets you feel the weight of him. You were wet enough to drip down your thighs, your whole body begged for him without a word.

“Look at me.” You blink up at him, eyes glassy, lashes wet from the corners where your last orgasm pushed tears up. The head of his cock nudges inside you, just an inch, just enough to make you feel the stretch.  You swear you can feel the shape of him, It’s too much and perfect at the same time. He doesn’t rush, just rocks his hips forward until he’s seated all the way inside.

His hand slides under your back, keeping you close. He stays there for a second, buried deep, like he’s giving you time to feel every inch of him.

“This is what you needed, huh?” He starts to move, hips pulling back just enough to thrust slow and deep. He sets the pace–steady, heavy strokes that push the air from your lungs. There’s no rush in the way he fucks you, but there’s no mercy either. Your nails scrape gently at his shoulders, fingertips dragging over freckles you’ve traced a hundred times before. Your body trembles under him, still too sensitive from everything he’s already given you–but desperate for more. You try to close your legs, instinctively, but with him between them you and up loosely wrapping them around his hips. 

His hand moves from under you to cradle the back of your neck, fingers threading into your hair. He leans down to kiss you. Every drag of his cock pushes against the spot that makes your stomach coil tight again. You try to hold back but every move is perfect.

“Attagirl” Jack murmurs, his voice barely a breath. You clamp around him, a constant pulsing, and he groans against your skin. His thrusts get heavier as he chases his own, the rhythm breaking, his breath hotter, and rougher in your ear. He presses his forehead to yours as his cock jerks inside you, his hips grinding down one last time. You feel the heat of him filling you, thick pulses that drag another soft moan from your lips.

“Breathe” he whispers, lips at your temple. “I’ve got you.” He gently runs his fingers through your hair. He rolls you both on your side, keeping you close. “Too much?” His voice is quieter now, roughened at the edges but gentle. You shake your head, eyes still glassy, a soft breath leaving your lips. 

“No. I’m okay.”

“Yeah?” He smiles into your hair, lips curving against your temple. “Did real good for me, sweetheart.” The praise makes you melt further into him, wrapped in his strong arms, certain this is how it's meant to be.

[writing-girlie]

Caught on Camera

Pairing: John Walker x Fem!Reader x Bucky Barnes

Blurb: You and John have an arrangement-no complications. But when Bucky sees exactly what you’ve been getting up to on the tower’s security feed, he decides it’s his turn.

WC: 2.3k

Warnings: SMUT, Threesome (mfm), Double penetration, voyeurism (tiny amount), light choking, creampies, oral (F!receiving)

Notes: I've never wrote a threesome so if it's written poorly and confusing I'm sorry

Request: Yes / No

You’ve barely had time to breathe these last few months. Since becoming one of the new Avengers, it's been non-stop. One mission after the next, then press and paperwork. They’re trying to build something new and clean–a team the world can trust again. Which means no breaks and no rest.

You were barely back from one assignment before you and John were sent out again; just a quick mission, in and out, one night away. The tower is quiet when you return. You receive a message that says the others had gone on a mission, and that they'll be back tomorrow.

When the silence settles you exchange a look with John. You both know better than to expect downtime so when you have it you don't waste it.

What you have with him is easy. No feelings. Just release. Something to give you a break from your chaotic lives. 

“Shower?” you offer as you slip off your boots. He steps behind you, mouth brushing against your neck. 

“Later. We have the place to ourselves and I wanna use it.” His hands are on your hips, turning you around and backing you against the wall. Before you can say anything his mouth is on yours. You kiss him back just as hard, pulling at his suit as he tugs at your zipper.

The two of you stumble down the hallway, tearing at each other’s gear. You leave a trail behind you—your shirt, his belt, your pants, his pants, until you're bare. He guides you towards the dining table, bending you over, pressing his hand down onto the middle of your back, holding you down.

You're already wet and his cock is aching so he lines himself up and pushes in. All at once. You gasp, nails clawing against the polished wood. He groans as he slams into you, talking filth about how good it feels. Your legs shake as you finish around him, he gives you a second before pulling out. 

“Couch” he says, voice thick and ragged. “C’mere.” You don’t argue. You just follow him toward the couch, already aching for more. He drops onto the cushions, cock slick and flushed. His hands come up to grip your hips, pulling you onto his lap, deep on his cock again. It pulls a moan from you and his head falls back. 

You start slowly just circling your hips, kissing him, your arms wrapped around his neck. It's heated and needy, his hands are all over you before settling on your hips. They guide you, dragging you up and down his cock, thrusting up to bury himself deeper.  The couch softly creaks beneath you and he presses his forehead to yours. 

“You feel so damn good.” Your nails dig into his shoulders. It doesn't take long for your release to crash over you and he follows soon after. Your body trembles softly as you pull back smiling at him. 

“Come on. Gotta give you another so we’re even.” Without waiting for his answer, you grab his hand and tug him toward the bathroom.

Unbeknownst to either of you Bucky had just watched the whole thing. The moment you two walked through the door the camera started recording. Bucky was settling in for the night in some crappy motel across the country when the notification pinged ‘movement detected’. He caught everything, tearing each other's clothes off till the bathroom door shut.

He told himself to turn it off before it had even really start, you and John were two adults having fun but he couldn't, seeing you naked and bent over had him hard in seconds. He'd been just as busy, basically leading the team so he also took the opportunity. He pulled his cock out and his hand moved up and down continuously, listening and watching your every move. He cums with his hand tight around his cock and a grunt of your name through clenched teeth. 

The next evening, the ding of the elevator echoed throught the place. The others had returned from their mission–Alexi was filled with energy, having napped on the way home, he was ready to celebrate. Yelena, Bob, and Ava agreed to go with him. At the invitation Bucky shook his head with a small smirk saying he's good. They left again soon after, laughing and talking amongst themselves as the elevator door closed. 

You and John are sat on the couch, his arm around your shoulder. Bucky moves into the seating area, his eyes are only focused on you. 

“You put on hell of a show” 

“Huh?” You look up at him. “With what?”

“Did you forget we have cameras?” His eyes glance to the corner of the room, the small red blinking light. You look up and a shiver runs down your spine. 

“Bucky-” You look back at him, he's standing closer now. He cuts you off. 

“I saw everything”

“Yeah?” John questions. “Did you enjoy the show?” Bucky doesn't take the bait. He walks closer until he's towering over you.

“Every sound, every inch of skin” Bucky's finger drags along your jaw. “Every time you moaned his name.” You shift under his gaze and the heat of his words. “Since you were so eager to please, I reckon it's my turn.” He pulls you up from the couch. John’s voice hums from behind you.

“Didn’t think you’d finally grow a pair, Barnes.” Bucky’s eyes flick over to him.

“You mind sharing or do you wanna leave?”

“She can take it.” John grins, getting up, standing behind you.

“My rules” Bucky warns firmly and John jokingly holds his hands up in surrender. Bucky guides you toward the bedroom with John close behind, his hands on your hips. When the door closes Bucky is on you, his lips meet yours with dominance and John kisses down the curve of your neck and along your shoulder. It doesn't take long for clothes to be ripped off, scattered over the floor, all of you left naked.

Bucky's hands grip onto your hips, his breath steady and warm against your neck. John stands back, just watching. Bucky's lips brush against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. 

"You're incredible" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. You turn your head slightly, capturing his lips in a tender kiss.

"You're not so bad yourself" you whisper against Bucky's lips. Bucky's hands explore your body, his fingers teasing your skin. He cups your breast, his thumb circling your nipple, eliciting a gasp from you. John copies, putting his hands on you, his fingers gliding over your stomach before dipping between your legs. He draws tight, slow circles over your clit and you grip his wrist, not to stop him, just to hold something.

Bucky's mouth is back on yours with a demanding kiss, swallowing your soft whimpers. The coolness of his metal hand makes you shiver. He breaks the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. 

"I want to taste you" He moves down your body, his lips trailing kisses along your skin. He tells John to sit on the bed, near the edge and for you to sit between his legs. Once you're in position Bucky forces your legs open, looking at John. 

“Hold her” John grabs under both your knees, pulling them back a little more. Bucky lowers to his knees in front of you, his breath is warm against your inner thighs. Slowly he lowers his mouth to your center. The first touch of his tongue sends a jolt of pleasure through you.

His tongue flattens, and your fingers curl into the sheets beneath you. You gasp, head tipping back onto John’s shoulder. His breath is warm against your cheek. 

Bucky's tongue works magic, teasing and tasting you in a way that leaves you breathless. When you start to whimper and squirm slightly his hand grips your thigh tightly, the metal cold on your skin. John takes that as a sign for him to move his hand away from your leg. He finds his way to your breast without shame, his thumb circling your nipple, adding to the sensations overwhelming your body.

Bucky hum, vibrating through you. You moan in response, tilting your head toward John, making him look at you. You catch his lips in a deep kiss. Bucky's tongue flicks over your clit and his free hand comes up, running two fingers between your folds. They prod at your entrance before he slips them in. You break away from the kiss, moaning, cutting it off by biting your lip. He moves them in and out at a steady place, curling them just right, and you don't bother trying to stop the soft pleas that come from you. 

John's hand moves from your breast to around your neck. His grip is firm but not tight. Both men know that you're getting closer and closer. Bucky picks up the pace, his tongue lapping at your clit in time with his movements. You can feel yourself balancing on the edge, your body trembling with the effort of holding back. Without much more effort they push you over the edge. You cry out as waves of pleasure crash over you but they don't stop. They draw out your orgasm until you're left trembling and breathless. 

When you finally come down from your high, he slowly pulls back. Bucky’s lips are slick, his mouth glistening with your arousal. He wipes his chin with the back of his hand but doesn’t look away–not even for a second. His hand–metal and cold slides along your inner thigh, his thumb brushes over your slick folds.

“Think you can take both of us?” His eyes burning into yours. Your lips part, but no sound comes out. Your body’s still quivering, but the new bout of heat pooling between your legs answers. John hands rub your sides like he already knows what you’re going to say. “C’mon, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. “Don’t tell me you’re shy now.”

“Please” You nod, barely able to speak, and that’s all either of them needs. John makes you stand and Bucky grabs you, turning you to face the bed. You climb onto the bed and Bucky spanks your ass. You let John guide you into his lap. His cock presses against your entrance, and with his hands on your hips, he guides you down, stretching you open around him.

“Still so tight.” John groans, his head tipping back.Bucky moves in behind you, the mattress dipping under his weight. His hand slides between your cheeks, fingers teasing the rim of your ass as he strokes his cock with his other hand.

“You’re gonna take both of us now. Nice and full, sweetheart.”

“Two super soldiers stuffing you full” John whispers, his tone filthy and sweet all at once. “Bet you’ve thought about this, huh?” Bucky spits into his hand, slicking his cock before pressing the tip against your ass, slow and steady.

“Relax for me,” he murmurs, his hand moves to the top of your back, keeping you down. “You’re gonna take it. I know you can.” You moan softly, nails digging into John’s arms as Bucky pushes in. Inch by inch, he stretches you open, the burn mixing with pleasure until you’re stuffed completely–John’s cock deep in your pussy, Bucky’s cock buried in your ass. It’s all so overwhelming. You can’t breathe for a second, you’re frozen between them. John groans, his hands smoothing along your back.

“Jesus, baby” he hisses, “you’re fucking dripping. Can feel you squeezing me.” 

Bucky starts to move first, rolling his hips back, nearly all the way out before moving forward and as he does John does the opposite. They fall into rhythm–one of them rocking forward as the other pulls back, then switching, their cocks sliding inside you in perfect sync. As you all settle into it they speed up slightly. Bucky gently wraps his hand around your throat, guiding you to sit up slightly. Your hands move to John's chest to keep yourself up, nails making small indents,

“Look at you,” John whispers, his hand slides up to cup your breast, his thumb brushing your nipple.

“You’re fucking made for this.” Bucky groans low in your ear. “Getting ruined by two super soldiers.” Your body tightens, your mouth falling open as you whimper. You can’t help it–your muscles clamp down on them both, another orgasm building fast.

“Fuck” John breathes, drawn out and his hips snap up harder. “She’s gonna come again.”

“Come on, sweetheart” Bucky urges, his hand tightening on your hip. “Come with both of us inside you.” The pleasure rips through you hard, your body convulsing as you cry out. Your pussy clenches tight around John’s cock, your ass squeezing Bucky’s, both of them groaning low as they feel you fall apart. Their rhythm falters, both thrusting into you simultaneously. You fall onto John's chest again.

 “Shit, baby–fuck, that’s it!” John groans, being the next to finish. Bucky’s hips slam forward twice more, before he grits his teeth and cums too. Both cocks pulsing heavily inside you. They stay there for a moment–buried deep, keeping you right where you are. John presses soft kisses to your neck, his breath still ragged. “Goddamn, baby,” he whispers, his voice soft but smug. “Took both of us so well. Think we broke her.” You let out a soft, breathless laugh against his chest. They pull out slowly, both cocks slipping free, leaving you empty and sore in the best way. You collapse against the bed, next to John. He runs his fingers lazily along your arm. 

“Gonna need a minute before we start round two, Huh?” Bucky’s eyes move to John at what was said.

“Who says there’s gonna be a round two?” John smirks, eyes cutting toward him. 

“C’mon, Barnes. Don’t play dumb.”