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The one where Bruce is your ex and he has realized the mistake he made when he let you go.

Warnings: smut, angst, ex!Bruce, semi-public sex, kind of cheating (Bruce is on a date with another woman), dirty talk, possessiveness, open ending

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The one where Ben's your best friend and his girlfriend has every right to feel jealous

Warnings: cheating (you and Ben on his OC girlfriend), smut

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The one where Logan confesses that he loves you.

Warnings: angst, Logan’s crappy father, sexual themes, selfdoubt and selfhatred.

Can’t seem to make you mine - smut

The one where someone makes the mistake of hitting on you in front of Massimo.

Warnings: smut, semi-public sex, dirty talk, curse words

[yournamesnob]

you honestly would’ve never believed it unless it was happening to you right now.

you’d noticed his hips falter just enough, his body going from rigid and hard beneath you to almost soft and relaxed.

your entire body stills as you hear a soft snore escape his lips, the same ones that were moaning your name just seconds ago.

you look down at him, eyes closed blissfully, grip on your hips slipping, his cock going soft inside of you as sleep overtakes him.

your ears are ringing now, a searing hot anger that makes no sense. you should be glad he’s finally sleeping again, the past couple of weeks having been particularly stressful for the two of you.

but damn it if it’s not the most inopportune time.

you’re so pent up, so ready to finally get to spend some time together, just releasing some tension while reminding each other that you care…and this motherfucker falls asleep?

jack wakes up around noon to an empty bed.

he calls your name groggily, expecting you to be just two rooms over in the kitchen or in your shared office getting some work done.

but after calling your name three times and there being no response, he starts to worry.

shooting up in bed, he reaches for his phone instinctively and finds it not plugged in to charge? that’s weird, he usually always does it before he goes to bed.

it isn’t until he reads a text from robby that the events of that morning come back to him like a punch to the face.

robby: trouble in paradise, brother? she’s been here since ten.

“fuuuuuuuck.”

jack is not above groveling. hell, he’ll be the first to admit that he’s gotten on his knees a few times for you in the past.

one swat shift that ran too long, a specific thing you asked him to get at the grocery store forgotten, a tiny correction at work which you didn’t like the tone of.

he’s done it all and he’s come back from every single thing.

but this?

his phone dings again.

robby: okay i’m actually concerned now. she’s snapped at three of my student in the span of twenty minutes, get your ass over here and fix it

which is how jack finds himself at the hospital with lunch from your favorite takeout spot, a perfectly chilled iced latte and his ego beat down to a pulp, ready to grovel in front of all his colleagues if need be.

robby rushes towards him as he walks through the door, red faced and looking a little panicked.

“look i don’t need to know whatever the fuck goes down in the privacy of your home,” he tells his friend. “but i need you to get it together and take her back to the dark side with you, she’s being really mean today.”

“has she made anyone cry?”

“no?”

“then you’re all good.”

jack jokes but he knows deep down it’s true. he’s seen it with his own two eyes, the way you can reduce someone’s absurdly disrespectful family member to a puddle in defense of your nurses.

he finds you in the break room fighting with the coffee machine. already not off to a good start.

he takes a steadying breath, he can do this.

“honey?”

you still instantly, rage practically oozing out of you with every breath.

“robinavitch too much of a coward to send me home so he called you?”

“something like that,” he chuckles, stepping forward slightly. “honey i’m sorry, i feel like such an asshole—”

“don’t,” you tell him, voice heavy with a sadness that he can’t quite pinpoint. “i’m the asshole.”

jack instantly frowns, the wrinkles on his forehead only deepening into down right worry as you turn around to face him.

you’re…absolutely wrecked.

he crosses the room swiftly, instantly wrapping you up in his warm and familiar embrace.

“what’re you talking about, honey? i literally fell asleep while i was inside you.”

you giggle, sorrowful. “you needed the sleep and i was so selfish for forcing you have sex with me after we’d just worked 14 hours i’m sorry —”

“hey, hey,” he pulls back to look at you, hands cupping your face so you’ll look up at him. “you did nothing wrong. you wanted comfort, i should’ve given you comfort. i’m the one that’s sorry, okay?”

you sniffle, tears falling from your eyes and landing against his hands. he sighs deeply, remorseful, before he places a gentle kiss to either side of your face.

“i love you, honey,” he murmurs. “i’m sorry i left you hanging and didn’t take care of you properly.”

you finally let out the heavy, shaky breath you’ve been holding in, pulling jack taught against your body.

“i love you too.”

jack smiles, his mouth capturing yours in a soft, chaste kiss before he presses his forehead to yours.

“wanna go back home and finish what we started?”

“gonna actually stay awake this time old man?”

he pinches your cheeks. “fucking ass.”

“yeah but you love me anyway.”

so i was talking to this guy and we were sexting a little and he had the audacity to just disappear while we’re in the middle of it and i was just like…jack abbot would never

chat, he indeed did fall asleep and replied to me at like 4 am and i had to do the disgusting humiliation ritual of telling him how i felt gross (taking bets on if he replies/apologizes or if he ghosts me)

[cryptic-doe]

from what we've seen in the show, you can't convince me that jack doesn't live for a good gossip session. and he's so messy with it too. like he does not care who's around, whether they're the victim or just an innocent bystander, he's talking about the latest gossip with you.

you were sitting at your desk, typing up one of your charts, when jack comes rolling in on a chair beside you. "did you hear about the latest girl of robby's?" he asks you, not even bothering to whisper. that catches your attention almost immediately. far more interesting than the information on screen in front of you.

"no, who?"

"do you remember shannon? she's one of the on call psychiatrists here." you nod. "well, apparently, she and robby hooked up last night and he left in the middle of the night. didn't even bother to leave a note. just up and left."

"how do you know all this?"

"because he's my best friend, sweetheart," he says it in that 'duh' like tone. "he told it to me himself. oh and the tension between them when they ran into each other earlier? it was uncomfortable as hell. you should've been there."

you snort, looking back at your charts. "god, i wish. no offense to your best friend, jack, but he's got a terrible track record with women. and she's so nice too! i can't believe he would ever do that to her."

"trust me, i've tried telling him that. but he just won't listen. no matter how many times-" jack's voice gets cut off with a sharp clear of someone's throat. it's almost comical the way you both simultaneously turn around, only to come face to face with gloria.

"are you two working or gossiping?" she asks with a stern look, crossing her arms.

nothing but a squeak comes out of you. jack might be an attending, meaning he's practically invincible to gloria and her punishment. but you were just starting your residency here at ptmc. she could easily write you off and send you away. but the man comes to your rescue without a second thought.

"don't get mad at her, gloria. she was working and i interrupted her. that's on me," jack says smoothly, shooting her his charming smile. it works well enough for her, since she accepts his answer with a soft hum before walking away.

"we'll finish our discussion later, sweetheart," he whispers to you, shooting you a wink.

flash forward a couple months to a year, and you're both dating. over time you had learned that jack was partially deaf due to his time in the army, so he occasionally relied on sign language to communicate. which he obviously taught you. your movements were a little more rusty and slow compared to his, but he was patient whenever you tried to talk to him using your hands. having this silent way of talking made it so much easier to gossip when at work. because now you didn't have to worry about others hearing you.

ellis and shen stand by the charge nurse's station, watching as you two talk by signing accordingly. "are they gossping in... sign language?" shen asks, taking a sip from his seemingly never empty dunkin cup.

"yeah, abbot started teaching it to her shortly after she got here," ellis answers.

"he never taught us sign language after we started working here."

"true, but we didn't start dating or move in with him either."

shen shrugs, taking another sip. "that's fair."

a loud laugh escapes you at something that jack signs, to which a huff of laughter comes from him in return. there's a small smile of admiration on his face, as well.

"i'm kinda jealous," shen speaks up after seeing that display.

"...yeah, me too. maybe she'll teach us so we can all gossip together."

[cinnxmxngxrl]

Valentine’s Present

Michael “Robby” Robinavitch

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｡𖦹°‧➵ Robby thought gifting you a sex toy for Valentine’s day was a silly idea, until one night he finds you in bed, with a buzz humming between your thighs.

｡𖦹°‧➵ tags/warnings: smut, minors DNI, porn with plot, unprotected piv, masturbation, fingering, use of sex toys, creampie, voyeurism, established relationship.

Robby couldn’t take full credit for the idea of getting you a sex toy for Valentine’s day.

It had started at the pitt, of all places. He was walking toward the nurses’ station to do a quick chart update, his body moving while his mind was miles away. Valentine’s day was three days away. Three days, and he still had nothing.

For the past week, his thoughts had been stuck in the same frustrating loop. Every idea he came up with felt either lazy or predictable. He didn’t want to show up with a last-minute bouquet and a box of chocolates he’d grabbed from the corner store. That wasn’t you. And it wasn’t the kind of effort he wanted to give.

The problem was, you made it difficult in the most infuriating way possible, you had everything. Or, worse, if you wanted something, you didn’t hesitate to get it yourself. Last year, he’d been so sure he’d nailed it. Weeks earlier, you’d mentioned that you loved a designer purse. It wasn’t even a request, just a comment, and Robby had tracked it down, paid more than he probably should have, and spent days feeling smug about how thoughtful he was being. Then he’d come home early one evening and found you in the kitchen, with that exact same purse hanging from your shoulder. “I work so hard,” you’d said with a shrug and a smile when you noticed his expression. “I decided to treat myself and get it.”

He found Dana perched on a stool, typing on the computer while munching on a granola bar. "Robby," she, glancing up with a mischievous grin. "You look like shit. Valentine’s coming up, right? What're you getting Mrs. Robinavitch? You better treat my girl the way she deserves."

Mrs. Robinavitch. Well, technically you weren’t. Not yet, at least. There were no wedding plans on the horizon, no proposal tucked away in a drawer waiting for the right moment. Neither of you was in any rush. What you had worked as it was. Still, in the ED, everyone called you that anyway.

They knew you far too well not to. You’d rushed in more times than you could count to deliver something Robby had inevitably forgotten at home, his phone, his ID badge, his wallet. And every time, you were met with smiles, teasing comments, and someone inevitably calling out his name just loud enough to embarrass him.

They loved you there. Loved the way you remembered people. Loved the cookies you baked and dropped off on special occasions like National Doctors’ Day or Public Health Thank You Day, any excuse, really. You never showed up empty-handed, and you never stayed long enough to be in the way. Just long enough to make the place feel a little lighter.

Robby rubbed the back of his neck, leaning against the counter and picking up some files. "Yeah, three days. I’ve got no clue."

Dana laughed, shaking her head. “Oh, come on, Robby. Don’t be a cheap ass. Get her some jewelry, something nice. Diamonds.”

Robby didn’t even look up from the files, turning the pages without paying much attention to the chatter. “Diamonds? Oh-ho-ho, that woman already maxes out my credit card like it’s her hobby,” he said dryly. “She has more stuff in her closet than it can physically hold.”

Perlah, who was organizing supplies a few feet away, immediately chimed in. “Yeah,” she said, not even glancing up. “You could give her a diamond ring. It’d be about time.”

Princess appeared at his side a second later, leaning against the counter like she’d been waiting for her cue. “Better do it now, before your back’s too screwed for you to get down on one knee.”

Robby finally glanced up, unimpressed but faintly amused. “I’m really touched by the collective interest in my relationship, ladies,” he said. “But there won’t be any ring for now.”

All three nurses booed in dramatic unison.

“Yeah, yeah,” Robby went on, smirking. “Cry it out. I’m sorry, I know all of you are just hoping for the catering and the open bar.”

Behind him, Princess and Perlah immediately launched into a rapid exchange in Tagalog. Robby didn’t understand a single word of it, but he didn’t need to. The tone alone told him everything he needed to know. He was fairly certain idiot and asshole made an appearance somewhere in there.

“I know what your girl needs.” Cassie’s voice cut in as she approached the desk. She’d clearly been listening to the entire conversation.

Robby glanced up. “Should I be concerned?”

“Probably,” she said lightly. “You’ve been working almost fifteen-hour shifts. That poor woman needs something practical. Ever heard of a Satisfyer?” The reaction was immediate. Eyebrows shot up across the nurses’ station. Cassie lifted her hands defensively. “What? Too much?” She looked around at their faces and scoffed. “Please. Don’t look at me like that. I’ve been single for a long time.”

“I’m just saying,” Cassie continued, completely unfazed. “A Satisfyer? A Womanizer? Air-pulse toys?”

Princess’s eyes lit up with amusement. "Oh my God, you're terrible. But... she's not wrong. If your girl's dealing with your crazy hours, Robby, it might be just what she needs."

Dana looked up from her screen, pushing her glasses back. "I’ve heard they work wonders.”

“Trust me, after a long shift here, it's a lifesaver. Your girlfriend would thank you. Or, you know, thank it." Princesses winked. “But don’t get her the cheap rose one. Buy her an expensive one, don’t be a cheapskate.”

Robby stared at them, his mouth agape, but there was a spark of curiosity in his eyes now. He wasn’t prudish, far from it, but this caught him off guard. "You are serious? All of you?"

Dana shrugged, utterly unfazed. “Dead serious. It’s 2026, Robby. Women have needs.” She tilted her head at him. “Stop with the macho act. What, you scared a little toy’s gonna replace you and she’ll dump your sorry ass?”

“Fragile ego much?” Princess crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow at him. “How many times do you get home and she’s already asleep? Or how many nights are you so exhausted you do nothing but collapse into bed?”

Robby shook his head, scratching the back of his neck. “I will not be discussing my sex life in a packed emergency department, thank you very much.” He straightened. “I’ll just get her some new shoes or something.”

The words had barely left his mouth when the ambulance bay doors flew open. Robby was on his feet instantly. “Thirty-four-year-old woman,” one of the paramedics called out as they rushed in. “Gunshot wound to the left upper abdomen. Entry only, no exit wound noted. BP ninety over sixty, heart rate one-twenty.”

Robby was already moving, stepping in to assess the patient. But even as he worked, he could still hear them behind him.

“Think about it, Robby.” “Listen to us women.” “Make your girl happy.”

It was close to nine by the time Robby finally got home. You had disappeared into the bathroom to take a shower. Robby kicked off his shoes, shed his jacket, and collapsed onto the couch with a tired sigh. The TV was already on, some true-crime documentary you were watching before played softly in the background. He opened his laptop and stared at the screen for a long moment.

Then, after a brief hesitation, he typed Womanizer sex toy into the search bar. The official site was the first result. He clicked it before he could second-guess himself.

The Perfect Gift this Valentine’s, the banner read. Robby huffed quietly, rubbing a hand over his face, but he kept scrolling. Product descriptions blurred together as he read: extra stimulation head. Fourteen intensity levels. Pulsating air pressure designed to mimic natural suction.

He read the reviews next. Women and husbands alike, raving with alarming enthusiasm. Words like leg-shaking, out of this world, life-changing. Some talked about edging for hours, others about finishing in seconds. Robby leaned back into the couch, scanning the seemingly endless options. How different could clit suckers really be? Apparently… very.

After another minute of overthinking, he added the most expensive one to the cart, the one with the best reviews. He chose it in pink without hesitation, already knowing you’d love the color.

As he typed in his card information, a strange mix of nerves and excitement settled in his chest.

What if you thought it was a terrible gift? You two had never really used toys in bed before, never been into anything too experimental. He paused as the doubt creeped in. But then he remembered the ED, Dana’s certainty, Cassie’s confidence. Women who knew what they were talking about. So he exhaled and clicked purchase. A confirmation email appeared in his inbox seconds later.

Three days later, Robby had gone all out for Valentine’s day. A massive bouquet of flowers had been delivered first thing in the morning, so big it barely fit through the door. Breakfast in bed followed before he had to leave for work. Even then, he’d managed to pull off something rare: leaving work early. Early enough to take you to that new rooftop restaurant you’d been talking about nonstop for the past month.

Dinner was everything you’d hoped for. The food was incredible, and the view stole your breath. And Robby… Robby looked unfairly good with that dark button-up shirt you loved so much because it fit him perfectly, with the sleeves rolled just enough to make you restless. You’d already decided you couldn’t wait to get him home and take it off him yourself.

By the time you were sharing the chocolate soufflé, the wine had fully kicked in. The conversation softened, and the touches lingered just a second longer than necessary. You shifted in your seat, growing impatient because Valentine’s day meant sex.

A long night. No interruptions. Just you and him, alone at last.

Back at your place, you kicked off your heels by the door, and he shrugged out of his coat, hanging it carefully like he did everything. The gifts waited at the coffee table, it was tradition to open them at the end of the night.

"You first," you said, nudging him toward the couch.

He sat, pulling you down beside him. You handed him the smaller package first. He tore the paper with the enthusiasm of a kid, revealing the white box.

“AirPods,” he read aloud, lifting an eyebrow. “The Pros?” Just the week before, an unfortunate incident had claimed his old pair, forgotten in the back pocket of his scrubs, tossed into the washing machine, and declared officially dead. Robby looked up at you, clearly pleased, turning the box over in his hands. “You didn’t have to do this,” he said, though the small smile tugging at his mouth said he very much appreciated it.

"Figured you'd need replacements before you kept complaining about having to listen to the sounds of traffic instead of your podcast on the way to work."

He gave you a genuine laugh, opening the case to see the charging light blink on. "Baby... thank you. These are perfect." He leaned in, kissing you slowly, still tasting the chocolate from before.

Then, Robby opened the bigger one, a hardcover of the philosophy book about Socrates he'd mentioned wanting months ago. "And this," you added, "because you deserve something that's not a chart or a consult note."

He flipped through the pages, thumbing the edges slowly. A soft laugh escaped him as he looked up at you. “You remembered,” he said quietly. “God, I love you so much.”

Then it was your turn. Robby reached for the box, hesitating for just a beat before handing it over to you, a nervous breath leaving him as he did.

"Okay," he started, rubbing the back of his neck like he did every time he was nervous or stressed. "Before you open it... I know it's silly. Dana, and Princess, and McKay kind of brainwashed me at the nurses' station the other day. All of them were joking, mostly, talking about how great these things are. I figured... With my shifts, the long hours... Maybe it was a good idea. But if you don’t want it, we can return it."

You raised an eyebrow, your curiosity had piqued dramatically. You peeled back the paper carefully. And inside was a box that read: “Womanizer Next, 3D Pleasure Air Stimulator with Climax Control.” The gadget, the clit sucker, was in deep pink, slightly curvy, lighter than you’d imagined it. You couldn’t help it, you giggled a little, the sound bubbling up. "Oh my God, Robby."

He winced. "See? Told you. McKay’s fault. She said you probably need it with me being gone all the time, and the others backed her. I read it’s waterproof, so I thought maybe you could use it in the tub, or something. But yeah. If it's dumb—"

"It's not dumb," you interrupted him, still laughing softly as you set the box aside and crawled into his lap, straddling him. He settled his hands on your hips automatically, steadying you. "It's actually... Very useful.."

He searched your face, his tension finally easing. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." You leaned in, kissing him slowly, threading your fingers through his hair. "Think I’m gonna put it to use while you’re busy at the pitt."

He exhaled against your lips. "Good. Because I hate leaving you hanging. You better put it to use on a… solo mission."

“Solo mission,” your giggles turned into something softer. "I like that plan."

He kissed you again, deeper this time, sliding his hands up your back. “But you have to promise me you’ll be thinking of me when you do.”

This evening, you stir in bed, the sheets tangled around your legs, the faint scent of Robby’s cologne still lingering on the pillow. And you have a deep and persistent ache between your legs that's been building since morning.

You've been horny all day. It started innocently enough, with a dream about him last night, his hands pinning you down, pressing between your shoulder blades as he pounded into you relentlessly. You woke up wet, feeling your pussy throbbing, but Robby was already gone, and you had a busy day ahead.

You tried to shake it off during your meetings, crossing your legs under the desk, but every shift in your chair sent sparks through you. And as the day progressed, the need became impossible to ignore. Your mind kept drifting to the nightstand drawer, to the pink toy he'd gifted you.

Now, as the clock ticks toward 7 p.m, you give in. You propped yourself against the headboard with pillows, quickly shimming out of your pants and underwear. The toy is cool in your hand when you retrieve it. You've got time, he won’t be home until at least 8 p.m., and waiting until he gets home to get some relief feels impossible. You need to take care of yourself right now.

You switch the toy on, the soft hum vibrates through your palm as you cycle through the intensities. Starting low, with just a gentle pulse. You part your thighs, and the cool air kisses your exposed skin. You press the head against your clit, and the first contact sends a jolt through you. The suction feels unique, it’s not Robby’s mouth, it doesn’t feel like his warm tongue flicking over your clit, like his wet lips nibbling over it as he devours you. But it still feels so good, like a thousand tiny kisses building pressure.

You flutter your eyes closed, tipping your head back against the pillows. "Mmm," you murmur to the empty room, imagining Robby's voice in your ear, murmuring those filthy words you love hearing. “You’re doing so good, baby.” “Just let go for me.” “Look at how wet this pussy is.”

The sensation builds slowly at first, with lazy waves of pleasure pulsing from your soaked cunt outward. You twist the dial higher, and the vibrations slam into you instantly, matching the exact filthy rhythm Robby uses when he’s greedy for it, with sloppy flicks of his tongue followed by long and hungry drags. Your free hand wanders greedily, shoving under your shirt to palm your tit, pinching and rolling the stiff peak of your nipple between your thumb and forefinger until it’s swollen and aching. The heat explodes through you. You’ve been teasing your dripping pussy with dirty thoughts all fucking day, and now you’re finally letting it ruin you.

You start grinding your hips in slow, nasty circles against the buzzing toy as your arousal coats it. Memories crash over you: Robby pinning your thighs wide and high, his veins standing out on his forearms as he stares down at the obscene way your tits bounce and slap together with every brutal thrust. His voice coming out wrecked: “Goddamn, you look gorgeous like this.” You picture his dark brown hair between your spread legs while he devours you, his beard completely drenched and shining with your juices, and his lips glossy. as he pulls back just enough to smirk up at you with that smug look, “Fuck, your pussy tastes so good. I could live with my face buried between your thighs.”

You’re completely lost in it now, the room is blurring out until nothing exists except the obscene throb between your legs. The pulses drill deeper, your soaked cunt is making wet noises as your arousal drips down the slick pink silicone. You crank the setting higher, way higher, and the air-pulsing waves slam directly against your swollen clit, each one like a dirty little tongue flicking you exactly how Robby does when he’s starving for it. A broken moan spills out of you, “Robby…”

You twist your nipple harder between your fingers, almost cruelly, the sting shooting straight to your pulsing core while you buck your hips faster, grinding your pussy against the toy in frantic circles.

Unbeknownst to you, the front door clicks open quietly downstairs. Robby takes off his shoes in the entryway. "Baby?" he calls your name softly, but there’s no answer. Maybe you're already asleep.

He ascends the stairs, drawn by a faint sound… a hum? A gasp? A moan? The bedroom door is ajar, and pushes it open a crack, intending to surprise you, but freeze at the sight.

There you are, on the bed, with the sheets rumpled, and your body arched in pleasure.

The Womanizer, his gift, is nestled between your thighs, as your hand guides it with ease. Your shirt had ridden up, exposing the curve of your plump breasts, as one of your hands teases a nipple.

Your face is a picture of ecstasy, your lips parted, your eyes squeezed shut, your brows furrowed like you can’t handle so much pleasure. Soft moans punctuate the air, and your hips undulate in a mesmerizing rhythm. He watches, transfixed, as heat pools in his gut.

God, you're beautiful like this, so unaware, completely uninhibited. He's seen you cum many times, but this, solo, lost in your own world… It's intoxicating.

Robby feels his cock twitch and thicken in his pants the second he sees you, swelling hard until the fabric is stretched tight over the fat outline of his erection. He braces one shoulder against the doorframe, staying dead quiet so you won’t notice him yet. The way your gorgeous body writhes, rolling your hips like your soaked cunt can’t get enough of that toy, those soft little whimpers spilling from your lips… it’s fucking destroying him.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, palming his throbbing dick through the scrub pants to try and relieve the aching pressure. It’s been days since he’s buried himself inside you, long shifts, bone-deep exhaustion, stolen kisses that never went anywhere. But now, seeing you spread out and shameless, grinding on the pink vibrator he bought you, slicking it with your own dripping arousal… it makes heat coils tight in his gut.

‘That’s my girl,’ he thinks, locking his eyes on the obscene way your pussy lips cling to the toy with every roll of your hips. ‘Using the gift I gave her. Getting herself off because of me.’

Minutes stretch, he doesn't know how long he stands there, but it's long enough to memorize every detail. The sheen of sweat on your collarbone, the way your thighs tremble, the increasing urgency in your movements. You're close, he can tell by the hitch in your breath, the way you arch your back off the bed. His own need throbs, straining against his pants as beads of pre-cum dampen the fabric. He could touch himself, but no, he wants to savor this, the voyeuristic thrill. Your moans grow louder, more desperate. "Oh God, yes..." and he has to bite his lip to stay quiet. “Yes, Robby… please, Robby!”

Hearing his name leave your mouth in the shape of a moan pushes him to the edge. His voice comes out low, full of desire: "Don't stop on my account, baby."

You snap your eyes open, a gasp tearing from your throat, it’s half-surprise, and half-climax as the orgasm crashes over you anyway. The toy's pulses tip you over, the waves of pleasure rippling through your core. Your muscles clench, and you curl your toes tight. The orgasm makes you shudder, crying out his name, "Robby!" as the release floods you, leaving you trembling in its wake.

He's across the room in seconds, the door swinging shut behind him. His pants are tented obviously, you notice his evident erection, and the wet patch from how much pre-cum he’s been leaking.

"Fuck, that was hot," he growls, climbing onto the bed, his weight dipping the mattress. He hovers over you, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss.

His hand replaces yours on the toy, still buzzing softly, pressing it gently against your oversensitive clit to draw out aftershocks.

You whimper into his mouth, jerking. "How long were you watching?" you manage to say, breathless, tugging at his shirt.

"Long enough," he admits, nipping at your jaw. "Couldn't help it. You looked... incredible." He grinds against your thigh, letting you feel his hardness. "See what you do to me?"

You reach down, palming him through the fabric, earning a groan from his mouth. "All day," you confess. "Been thinking about you all day."

He chuckles, stripping off his scrub top to reveal the soft planes of his chest. "Good. Maybe I can join you on your… solo mission." He turns off the toy, setting it aside, but his fingers take over, sliding through your wetness, circling your clit with expert precision. "Tell me what you were thinking about. I want the details."

You arch into his touch, the words spilling out between gasps. “You… between my thighs, eating me out. Fucking me deep.. grunting like you always do when you’re about to cum inside me.”

“That's my girl," he slides two fingers inside you, burying them deep, curling them just right. He shifts his weight, using one knee to nudge your legs wider apart.“Fuck, you’re soaked. All this just from thinking about me?”

You nod, breathless. “Couldn’t—couldn’t stop. I was so horny… I wanted you here.”

He drags his fingers out of your dripping cunt with a loud squelch that has you both groaning. Without breaking eye contact, he reaches for the toy left abandoned on the sheets. He flicks his thumb over the power button once, setting it to the lowest. Then he presses it down right over your swollen, perky clit, watching the way your hips jerk violently as the gentle thrum latches onto your oversensitive nub.

Your whole body arches off the mattress like you’ve been electrocuted. “Robby—!”

“Shh,” he soothes, though there’s nothing gentle in the way his free hand pins your hip to the bed. “Can you take it, baby? You were taking it so beautifully when I walked in.”

The air-pulse is merciless even on the lowest setting, your oversensitive nerves scream in the best way possible… It’s almost too much, the pleasure is so sharp it borders on pain. You try to snap your thighs closed instinctively, but Robby wedges his hips between them, keeping you spread.

He keeps his eyes locked on your face the whole time, watching the way you fall apart under him. Then, with one hand, he unzips his pants, yanking them down just enough to free his cock. The tip is so red it looks almost angry, like the skin is stretched too tight, aching with the pressure of holding back. A single bead of translucent pre-cum wells at the slit, spilling over and sliding down the underside of the shaft, until it disappears into the coarse mat of dark hair at the base.

He wraps his hand around himself, and give himself one long stroke from the flushed head all the way down to the root, dragging that slick bead along his length until it soaks into the curls that cradle his heavy balls.

Robby lines himself up, gripping the thick base of his member and dragging the blunt head through your folds, coating himself in your creamy mess

He doesn’t slam in, not yet. Instead, he rocks forward in torturous little grinds, just the fat tip breaching your tight entrance, stretching that fluttering ring of muscle wide around him before pulling back out with an obscene pop. Each shallow tease has your cunt clenching greedily around nothing, trying to suck him deeper, while the Womanizer hums against your clit in perfect sync with every roll of his hips, driving you insane with the double torment of almost being filled and never quite getting it.

You’re babbling now, a bunch of incoherent little pleas. “Please—please, Robby, deeper—need you—please.”

Hearing you beg is enough for him to give you what you ask for.

It takes one long and relentless slide for him to be buried to the hilt inside you. The stretch exquisite, filling every aching inch of you. You cry out, digging your nails into the meat of his shoulders.

He holds himself there for a heartbeat, buried to the hilt, letting you feel every throbbing inch stretching your soaked cunt wide. Your walls flutter and clench greedily around him like they’re trying to milk him dry.. Then he starts to move with deep strokes at first, dragging his cock almost all the way out until just the head catches at your entrance, making your pussy gape and drip, before slamming back in with a slap that echoes in the room.

He rolls his hips in that slow rhythm he knows ruins you every time, grinding the ridged head of his dick right over your front wall on every pass, hammering that spongy spot until your vision whites out and stars explode behind your eyes. Each thrust forces a fresh gush of your arousal to coat his shaft, dripping down his balls as he fucks you open, owning every inch of you.

The toy stays glued to your clit the entire time, and you’re drowning in sensation. You can hear the wet slap of skin on skin, the creak of the mattress, his ragged breathing against your neck, and he relentless suction on your clit, now climbing to the second intensity level without you even noticing he’d adjusted it.

“Goddamn, listen to you,” he growls. “So fucking wet. You like how it sucks on your clit, huh? Like me fucking you while it works you?”

You can only whine in response, thrashing your head on the pillow. All that exists is the building pressure, the tingling heat in your lower belly, the way every nerve ending feels lit up and screaming.

He shifts his hips, hooking one of your thighs high over the crook of his elbow, spreading you wide open. The new angle lets him sink even deeper. You dig your heel into the small of his back, right above the firm curve of his ass, and shove him forward with desperate force, trying to force every thick inch deeper until he’s splitting you in half.

Robby lets out a low growl as your greedy push drives him balls-deep, and your slick walls clamping down like they’re never letting him go. “Fuck, that’s it,” he rasps, “pull me in, baby… Take it all”

Your second orgasm builds fast, dangerously fast. “R-robby—I’m—fuck, I’m g-gonna—”

“Do it,” he orders, snapping his hips forward with bruising force. “Cum around me. Let me feel it.”

The command tips you over. You shatter violently, bowing your back, your thighs shaking uncontrollably, a broken cry tearing from your throat as your walls clamp down around him in rhythmic spasms. The toy doesn’t let up, the vibrations drag the climax out impossibly long, turning one peak into rolling aftershocks that leave you sobbing with pleasure.

Your slick gushes out around his cock, dripping in thick rivulets down the crack of your ass to puddle on the sheets beneath you. He stares down between your spread thighs, mesmerized by the sight: your tight little hole stretched and flushed around his girth, clinging desperately to every veined inch as he pulls out, then plunges back in deep. Each thrust leaves creamy white rings of your arousal smeared along his shaft.

“Jesus, look at that mess,” he keeps his eyes locked on the way your pussy lips grip him. Hs rhythm is faltering for the first time. “Fuck—that’s it, baby—fuck—”

He drops the toy onto the bed, and it keeps buzzing uselessly against the mattress. Robby grips both your hips with bruising force. The gentleness is gone, now it’s pure need, fast thrusts that punch the air out of your lungs, chasing his own release inside the still-pulsing grip of your body.

You’re oversensitive, almost crying from how good it feels, how too much it is. Your scrabble your hands on his back until your nails leave red lines.

He buries his face in your neck, grazing his teeth over your pulse point. “Gonna cum—fuck! I’m cumming, baby.”

“I-inside—please—fuck, I want it inside—” you beg, clawing at his back as you plead for him to flood your pussy with every drop. “Robby—fill me up, please—”

Three more brutal thrusts, deep enough to bruise your cervix, and he slams one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he cums. His hips jerk and stutter uncontrollably while he unloads inside you with thick and hot ropes of cum erupting in endless pulses, painting your walls, flooding your womb until you can feel the warmth. Every twitch of his cock, every fat spurt, sends shivers through your overstimulated body as he pumps you full.

For long moments, neither of you moves. All you can hear are your ragged breaths combined and the faint, continued hum of the forgotten toy somewhere on the bed.

His cock finally starts to soften inside you, it gives your stretched cunt just enough room to let his load begin leaking out. Pearly ropes of his cum slowly ooze from your used and puffy pussy, sliding in trails down your slick folds, dripping in globs that coat his balls, matting the dark hair there with white.

Eventually, he eases out, carefully, both of you hissing at the loss. Robby collapses half on top of you, tucking his face into the crook of your neck, scratching it with his beard. His hand finds yours, and he laces your fingers together.

“Shit, baby,” he mutters after a while. “I think you killed me.”

You laugh weakly, still trembling. “You started it with your little voyeuristic act.”

He huffs a tired laugh against your skin. “Not my fault if you look like that when you're having some alone time,” he presses a soft, open-mouthed kiss to your collarbone. “Remind me to thank McKay,” he mumbles, already half-asleep, one arm slung across your waist.

You smile into his hair, your body still humming, full of him, marked by him. “Yeah,” you whisper. “Think she deserves some freshly baked cookies.”

A/N: Hey everyone, I hope you enjoyed this little Valentine’s gift from me to you🩷

I was so excited to write this one because I’ve been stuck on the idea of Robby watching his s/o touch herself while he watches… it’s been living in my head rent-free👀 By the way, this is the toy Robby got the reader in the fic, hehe. I’d love to have a Womanizer, I’ve heard they’re way better than the Satisfyer. Maybe someone who works there is reading this and wants to give me a deal for the free publicity, lol.

dividers by: @cafekitsune

[buckygasm]

Jack making this face when you've had a bad day and gone nonverbal and he's all soft and sweet on you, running a big hand up and down your thigh comfortingly as he says "tell me whats wrong, baby," pressing soft kisses to the curve of your jaw and the plush of your cheeks, "c'mon, tell daddy whats wrong so he can help you." And when he finally gets you to make a little noise its when he's between your plush thighs, licking flat warm stripes up the sopping folds of your pussy, mumbling into your heat "there she is," when you give a little cry and weave your fingers through his silver curls.

[opeighty1]

⠀ ׄ ⠀𓏲⋆.📍𖦹 ₊˚ ROMANCE IS NOT DEAD IF YOU KEEP IT JUST YOURS ❚ max verstappen.

 ៸៸   .    summary | she dominates the music charts. he dominates the track. together, they share a secret ring and a hidden marriage. but one slip of the tongue—a simple "my wife" from Max—sends the world into a frenzy, frantically searching for a ghost they already see every day. ੭

> ephie's radio: I’m back!! 🥹 After months of being completely offline. I know this was super short and probably kinda boring, but I promise I’ll be WAY more active now. I officially have six months of vacation ahead, so I’ve got tons of ideas brewing! I’m currently planning a college romance series (definitely giving Off-Campus vibes bc I'm in love with Garrett), but honestly… drop your ideas in the comments for what you’d wanna read next because I’m running out of ideas. 😭

ㅤㅤ₊ㅤ/ㅤ❁ㅤ.ㅤ❛ privacy sign on the door.

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gossipf1

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gossipf1: Did Max Verstappen just confirm he’s married?! 😳🚨

In a recently deleted video from the official Red Bull Racing channel, Max Verstappen and Sergio "Checo" Pérez were doing a PR challenge talking about their summer break plans.

When Checo asked, "Once the last race before the summer break ends, what are you planning to do?", Max casually responded: "Just the usual, hanging out with my family, maybe playing some padel, but mostly just relaxing with my wife."

Both drivers froze in awkward silence for a second—with Checo looking like he just saw a ghost—before they quickly changed the subject. Red Bull has since wiped the video from all platforms, but Formula 1 fans are already going feral.

What do we think, guys? Is the grid's most eligible bachelor actually off the market? Drop your theories below! 👇

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user01: WAIT WHAT??? WIFE??? Since when is Max married? 😭

user02: Checo’s face in the clip is killing me 💀 bro was FIGHTING for his life trying to cover for him!

user03: Red Bull deleting the video within 10 minutes makes him 1000x more guilty.

user04: "relaxing with my wife" MAX VERSTAPPEN YOU CANNOT JUST DROP THAT AND WALK AWAY.

user05: Who is she??? We literally track his every move, how did he hide a whole WIFE?

user06: Checo’s soul literally left his body the moment Max said it 🧍‍♂️💨

user07: The admin who uploaded that video is officially unemployed today, RIP 🕯️

user08: He sounded way too comfortable saying it too... like he says it every single day at home 🫠😭

user09: The silence after he said it was louder than the V10 engines I'm cryinggggg.

user10: Checo looking at the camera like he’s in The Office 😭 He DEFINITELY knew about it!

user11: A SECRET WIFE?! Max Verstappen is living a double life and I’m losing my mind.

user12: The fact that Checo kept this secret for who knows how long proves he’s the ultimate bestie.

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yourusername

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yourusername: And, baby, that's show business for you. ❤️‍🔥

I’m so endlessly thrilled to share this next chapter with you. An era born under the stadium lights, written in green rooms, and brought to life night after night during The Eras Tour. My new album, The Life of a Showgirl, arrives September 15th. Pre-save now on all platforms! 🎭✨

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selenagomez: obsessed with you and this era already. SEPTEMBER CANNOT COME SOONER! 🥹❤️

sabrinacarpenter: THE SHOWGIRL IS SHOWGIRLINGGGGG 👑✨

tatemcrae: OMG ALREADY?! WE ARE NOT WORTHY 🔥🔥🔥

sombr: track 5 is going to destroy me I already know it 😭🙌

gracieabrams: whole body is shaking. masterclass incoming 🤍

jackantonoff: 🚨🚨🚨

florence: absolute magic. cannot wait to hear it, darling ✨🌹

conangray: THE SHOWGIRL IS BACK TO SAVE POP MUSIC 🙏

rollingstone: Writing a whole album while on a massive world tour is pure legend behavior 🤯

user01: SEPTEMBER 15TH??? MA’AM WE WERE NOT PREPARED FOR THIS DROP TODAY 😭

user02: AN ALBUM WRITTEN DURING THE ERAS TOUR?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

user03: Wait... why is everyone suddenly dropping announcements today? First Max's interview, now THIS?! My heart can't take it 💀

user04: The caption... the aesthetic... this is going to be her best album yet.

user05: Is it just me or does the title sound suspiciously like someone living a secret double life? 👀... anyway PRE-SAVING!

user06: "An era born under the stadium lights..." THE POETRY ALONE IS GIVING ME CHILLS.

user07: RIP my wallet once again. Take all my money! 💸

user08: She was literally writing tracks while performing 3-hour shows every night... her mind is terrifyingly brilliant.

user09: Okay but Track 6 is "Ruin The Friendship" and Track 7 is "Actually Romantic"... who is this about??? 👀

↳ user10: Honestly, with everything happening today, my delusional brain is connecting it to the Max Verstappen drama LMAO. What if she is the secret wife? 💀

↳ user11: @ user10 Please log off 😭 She literally doesn't even know what a Formula 1 car is.

↳ user10: @ user11 I'm just saying!! The timing is suspiciously convenient! 🕵️‍♀️

user12: "Eldest Daughter" as Track 5... I'm already scheduling my therapy session. 💔

↳ user13: We are getting Old Hollywood glamour mixed with generational trauma... mother is a genius.

user14: A COLLAB WITH SABRINA CARPENTER ON THE TITLE TRACK?! THIS IS A POP EMERGENCY 🚨🚨🚨

↳ user15: TWO SHOWGIRLS ON ONE TRACK! The music industry is shaking!

user16: Track 10 is called "CANCELLED!" in all caps... oh someone is getting DRAGGED. ☕️

↳ user17: I can already tell this is going to be my favorite song.

↳ user18: Plot twist: She's cancelling the rumors about her being single 🤡

↳ user19: @ user18 The F1 fans found this comment section... we are never getting peace today. 😭

↳ user20: Let her speak!! "CANCELLED!" is going to be the ultimate pop anthem, I claim it!

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thef1tour

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thef1tour: HOLD ON A SECOND... WHAT IS GOING ON HERE? Fans spotted Charles Leclerc, Alexandra Saint Mleux, Pierre Gasly, and Francisca "Kika" Cerqueira Gomes in the VIP section at tonight’s final Wembley show!

A reliable insider source at the venue confirmed that after the concert wrapped up, all four of them were escorted backstage to YN’s private lounge. According to the source, they were chatting, laughing, and hugging YN like they’ve known her for YEARS.

Also... now that the dust from the album announcement has settled a bit, has anyone else noticed that YN’s tour break starts TODAY and aligns 100% perfectly with the F1 summer break schedule?!

A few days ago Max drops the "my wife" line, and now half the paddock is hanging out with YN backstage in London just as summer break starts? ARE WE CONNECTING THE DOTS YET?! 👇

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user01: OKAY NOW YOU HAVE MY FULL UNDIVIDED ATTENTION. It’s been days since Max's interview, but the timeline matching up NOW is NOT a coincidence! 😭

↳ user02: Wait, so her break officially starts right when F1 summer break starts?!

↳ user01: @ user02 EXACTLY! She wrapped up Wembley tonight and has no shows for the entire month of August, which is literally when drivers go on vacation!!

↳ user03: I thought everyone was being delusional earlier this week, but now I’m actually starting to sweat... 💀

user04: The fact that Charles, Alexandra, Pierre, and Kika were ALL there together... that’s total double date energy right there.

↳ user05: They looked so comfortable in the VIP tent too! They were literally singing along to every single song!

↳ user06: @ user04 An insider said they were talking backstage like old friends... IF MAX IS HER HUSBAND, OF COURSE THEY ALL KNOW HER! 😭

user07: Notice how MAX wasn't in the VIP tent with them tonight?

↳ user08: Obviously! Because after his slip-up a few days ago, showing up at her concert would be like handing the internet a signed confession 😭

↳ user09: He's probably already waiting for her on a private jet so they can start their summer break together LMAO 💀

user10: First her album announcement out of nowhere a few days ago, and now her driver friends show up at her last show... this plot is thickening way too fast.

↳ user11: The puzzle pieces are fitting together way too easily now. The secret wife IS her.

↳ user12: If they are actually married, how on earth did they hide it for so long?! She’s on a massive world tour and he’s racing every weekend!

↳ user11: Private jets, secret location rentals, and an extremely loyal group of friends who can actually keep their mouths shut (except Max during a PR video LMAO).

user13: Y'all are reaching so hard 😭 Kika and Alex are literally just fans of her music! Famous people go to concerts all the time!

↳ user14: Girl, going to a concert is one thing. Being taken straight to her PRIVATE lounge after the show to hang out for two hours is another 💀

↳ user15: @ user13 Also explain why YN's manager follows Max's sister on Instagram then??? ☕️

↳ user13: @ user15 WAIT... WHAT?! SINCE WHEN?! 🤯

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catsinger 🔒

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catsinger: First week of summer break 🇮🇹🍷 Pretty sure I could get used to living in the Tuscan countryside, eating pasta for every meal, and drinking Italian wine all day with my favorite people.

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victoriaverstappen: best week ever ❤️ so glad we finally all got to relax together!

↳ catsinger: Loved every second!! The kids made it 10x better, missing you guys already 🥹🤍

sophiekumpen: My lovely family ❤️ so happy to have you all here with us! ♥︎ by author.

alexandraleclerc: Gorgeous girl!! 🥹 missing you guys already! 🤍

↳ catsinger: Alex!! Wish you and Charles were here for the wine tasting today, saving a bottle for you guys! 🥂✨

kikagomes: The poolside picture!! 🔥 Have the best time love!

↳ catsinger: Thank you angel!! Sending you the biggest hug ❤️

selenagomez: You two look so peaceful 🥹 enjoy every single second!! 🤍

↳ catsinger: Thank you sweet girl! Need a catch-up call as soon as I'm back in the States! 😽🤍

jackantonoff: Wine in Italy while the internet is in full meltdown... classic behavior

↳ catsinger: What internet? I don't know her 🤷‍♀️ client is out of office!

maxverstappen1: Still can't believe how lucky I am... you look absolutely stunning, my beautiful wife. ❤️

↳ catsinger: stopping my heart in my own comment section... I love you so much 😽😽❤️

charles_leclerc: Beautiful pictures guys! But honestly, looking at that huge dining table... I think it’s time to add a mini Verstappen to the squad no?

↳ catsinger: CHARLES LECLERC DO NOT START THIS RIGHT NOW 😭

↳ maxverstappen1: Focus on the 2025 championship mate, leave my family planning out of this.

↳ victoriaverstappen: @ charles_leclerc I AGREE WITH CHARLES!! Hailey needs a cousin! 🥹❤️

↳ catsinger: @ victoriaverstappen Victoria not you too!!! I'm turning my notifications off bye 🏃‍♀️

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f1paddockupdates

♥︎ liked by user19, user89 and 145,910 others. f1paddockupdates: 🚨 | Alexandra Leclerc has just been spotted walking around the Baku paddock with an unidentified blonde woman.

Fans nearby claim the woman has been wearing black sunglasses the entire time and has mostly stayed covered up inside the Red Bull hospitality.

Could it just be a friend…or is this the mysterious blonde everyone’s been talking about? 👀 📸: fan submission view all comments.

user01: PLEASE don’t tell me that’s YN.

↳ user02: that hair is suspiciously YN-coded 😭

↳ user03: y’all think every blonde woman is YN.

user04: she hasn’t taken those sunglasses off once apparently 👀

user05: if that’s YN she’s doing a terrible job at hiding because EVERYONE knows that hair.

user06: imagine if it’s just Alexandra’s cousin and we’re all embarrassing ourselves.

user07: the jeans, the sunglasses, the posture… I’M LISTENING.

user08: why would YN even be at an F1 race?

↳ user09: because Max literally said he has a wife and her album is making everyone suspicious 😭

user10: i’m choosing peace until we see her face.

user11: y’all are making a whole netflix documentary from one blurry picture 😭

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f1worldupdates

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f1worldupdates: THE MYSTERY IS OVER. ❤️

Moments after winning the Azerbaijan Grand Prix, Max Verstappen didn’t celebrate with his team first. Instead, he walked straight into the Red Bull hospitality, found the mysterious blonde woman fans had been speculating about all weekend…and kissed her.

The woman is none other than global superstar YN.

After weeks of theories sparked by Max’s now-viral “my wife” comment and YN’s album The Life of a Showgirl, the internet finally has its answer.

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user01: NO WAY THIS IS HOW THEY HARD LAUNCHED 😭😭😭

user02: WAIT… HIS WIFE IS LITERALLY YN?????

user03: EVERY SINGLE LYRIC THREAD WAS RIGHT.

user04: THIS IS THE MOST ROMANTIC THING I’VE EVER SEEN.

user05: bro forgot there were cameras 😭

user06: no because the way he went STRAIGHT to her after winning...

user07: THE INTERNET OWES THAT TWITTER USER AN APOLOGY.

user08: imagine hiding your relationship for YEARS just to reveal it like THIS.

user09: the photographers surrounding them and they only have eyes for each other… this photo is insane.

user10: so… Honey, Daughter and Wish List were literally CONFESSIONS???

user11: MATTY HEALY IS SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP SOMEWHERE.

user12: “when i said i don’t believe in marriage, that was a lie.” SHE WAS LITERALLY TELLING US.

user13: i don’t even watch f1 but this just changed my life.

user14: the way she’s holding his face 😭😭😭

user15: MAX VERSTAPPEN THE ROMANTIC MAN THAT YOU ARE.

user16: okay… now tell us HOW LONG THEY’VE BEEN TOGETHER.

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yourusername

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yourusername: sooo… hi. 👋🏻🤍 i guess it’s finally time to properly introduce myself as the wife of a certain very famous formula 1 driver.

after keeping our relationship private for over five years (and saying “i do” back in 2022 💍), we thought… why not finally let everyone in?

loving you in private was my favorite little secret, but loving you out loud might be even better. i love you, @ maxverstappen1. thank you for giving me the happiest life i never thought i’d have.

forever & always. 🤍

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maxverstappen1: Best decision I’ve ever made. ❤️ I love you so much, my wife.

victoriaverstappen: FINALLY 😭❤️ I CAN TALK ABOUT MY SISTER-IN-LAW WITHOUT PANICKING.

sophiekumpen: My beautiful daughter-in-law. ❤️ I’ve been waiting so long for this day. Love you both endlessly.

↳ yourusername: love you so much. Thank you for treating me like family from day one. 🥹🤍

charles_leclerc: Thank GOD. 😭 Do you know how stressful it is answering questions while pretending not to know anything??

↳ yourusername: your Oscar-worthy performances in interviews will never be forgotten. 😂

alexandraleclerc: MY BEAUTIFUL BRIDE. 😭🤍 Being your maid of honor will forever be one of the greatest honors of my life.

↳ yourusername: love you forever. 🤍 now we can finally tell wedding stories over wine.

alex_albon: YOU TWO HID A WHOLE MARRIAGE FOR THREE YEARS????? 😭😭

↳ yourusername: and somehow YOU never figured it out. impressive honestly.

lando: I KEPT THIS SECRET FOR YEARS JUST FOR MAX TO SPOIL IT IN ONE SENTENCE 😭

↳ maxverstappen1: wasn’t my best moment.

↳ yourusername: thank you for your service. 🫡

danielricciardo: This explains… SO MANY THINGS. Congratulations, you weirdly secretive people. ❤️

sabrinacarpenter: THE HARDEST HARD LAUNCH IN HISTORY. 😭🤍

alanahaim: The most beautiful love story. So incredibly happy for you both. 🤍

selenagomez: Crying. 🥹 Congratulations, sweetheart.

↳ yourusername: thank you, Sel. ❤️

user01: “wife of a certain very famous formula 1 driver” SHE TALKS LIKE SHE DOESN’T HAVE 14 GRAMMYS 😭😭😭

user02: Girl… YOU’RE THE FAMOUS ONE TOO 😭

user03: The way she introduced herself like she’s just somebody’s wife and not one of the biggest artists on the planet 💀

user04: “very famous formula 1 driver” Ma’am… respectfully… YOU SOLD OUT STADIUMS ON FIVE CONTINENTS.

user05: THE “MY WIFE” COMMENT WAS ACTUALLY REAL I’M SCREAMING.

user06: Remember that Twitter thread connecting Max to the album? WHOEVER YOU ARE, I’M SORRY.

user07: THE ALBUM WASN’T A THEORY. IT WAS A MARRIED WOMAN WRITING ABOUT HER HUSBAND.

user08: Matty Healy somewhere: 👁️👄👁️

user09: Five years together. Married since 2022. Not a SINGLE leak. Celebrity PR teams need to study these two.

user10: The funniest part is Max accidentally revealing the marriage before either of them announced it. 😭

user11: “I’m the wife of a Formula 1 driver.” No, babe. You’re the woman with a shelf full of Grammys introducing your husband to your Instagram. 💀🤍

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maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: Well…

Since my wife stole my chance to officially announce our marriage… I figured I’d steal her chance to announce that we’re expecting our first baby. 🤍

She is definitely going to kill me for posting this before she could. But I couldn’t keep this one to myself.

I already know you’re going to be the most incredible mom. I love you, @ yourusername. Always.

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yourusername: Max Emilian Verstappen. I leave you unsupervised for FIVE minutes… 😐

↳ maxverstappen1: Worth it. ❤️

↳ yourusername: You’re sleeping on the couch.

↳ maxverstappen1: Our couch is comfortable.

↳ yourusername: Keep telling yourself that.

victoriaverstappen: I’M GOING TO BE AN AUNT!!!! 😭🤍

sophiekumpen: My heart is so full. ❤️ Congratulations, my loves.

charles_leclerc: MAX 😭 SHE WAS LITERALLY PLANNING THE ANNOUNCEMENT.

↳ maxverstappen1: I know.

↳ charles_leclerc: YOU’RE INSANE.

pierregasly: FIRST THE MARRIAGE… NOW THE BABY… Max is collecting announcements like Pokémon 😭

carlossainz55: The Verstappen family PR department is officially one man… and he’s terrible at keeping surprises. 😂❤️

oscarpiastri: Congrats!

redbullracing: Future World Champion loading… 👶🏁❤️

f1: Congratulations to the Verstappen family! 🤍

lewishamilton: So incredibly happy for you both. ❤️

user01: HE ANNOUNCED THE MARRIAGE BY ACCIDENT AND NOW THE BABY ON PURPOSE 😭😭😭

user02: Max really said “if she’s stealing my announcements, I’m stealing hers.”

user03: I JUST KNOW SHE’S TEXTING HIM IN ALL CAPS RIGHT NOW.

user04: Not him exposing the ultrasound before she could post the Pinterest-worthy announcement. 💀

user05: So… if they waited THREE YEARS to announce the marriage… Does that mean we’ll find out the baby’s born when they’re applying for kindergarten? 😭

↳ user06: At this rate the birth announcement is going to be: “By the way, our son/daughther turned three today.”

↳ user07: Imagine if they disappear for six months and come back with a toddler. 😭

user08: The most shocking part is that THEY ACTUALLY TOLD US BEFORE THE BABY WAS BORN. Growth.

user09: Max is either the sweetest husband alive…or the worst person to keep a surprise.

user10: “She’s going to kill me.” He knew exactly what he was doing. 😭

user11: I love how she introduced herself as “the wife of a Formula 1 driver” and now he’s introducing himself as “the father of YN’s baby.” 😂🤍

user12: Congratulations to the future baby Verstappen. 🤍 Please inherit your mom’s vocals and your dad’s driving skills.

[richeeduvie]

Robby finds Jack devouring your tits when he attempts to switch shifts. Jack's shift was supposed to end ten minutes ago, and Robby had tried to page him twice. No answer. Seems a little ridiculous to text or call when they have to be in the same building.

Usually, when the hunt for his friend becomes unnecessarily difficult, it means the guy is buried in a chart or is being ruined by you whilst saving lives. Multi-tasking and whatnot. Very useful skill.

Instead, as the sun rises, Robby finds Jack's face buried in your chest in a supply closet.

"Jack...please."

"Shh, Sleepy. I got you. Not gonna bite them off this time, I promise."

"...You can---can if you want to."

Robby hears it before he sees it, the wet slurping like someone was savoring a thick milkshake, drowning in your soft, breathy whimpers.

...He's not exactly sure how he knew it was you before he saw you. That's a bad guess. Bad in the sense of what the fuck?

Your back arches against the shelf with your bra pulled up, your tits spilling free, nipples swollen and very, very wet. Jack's got a well-lubricated mouth, apparently. Which might be why you look like you're about to collapse in your own slick.

Jack swirls his tongue. He licks. He suckles as your fingers clamp down on his hair, just as harshly as his mouth clamps down on you.

...His cheeks are hollowed out. You got him hollowing his cheeks out and drooling?

"You taste better when you're whining, baby."

He's nourishing himself off of Sunshine's body. And he's chosen to do it in the worst place possible.

Robby books it when Jack dives in deeper, sucking harder with his stubbled cheeks caving in, but his able to catch your hips jerking against his body.

...Didn't know you could get off to a tit like it's whiskey. Okay. Gross. Fucking hell. His face is burning. Everything's too loud. Should he let them finish? Probably, committing suicide would be trying to take Jack off of you.

"Gross."

So fucking gross. And the worst of all?

He knows he's gonna be fighting a hard-on his entire work day.

That's somehow the grossest thing about this.

[annsfics]

♡ drop dead ! ♡

♡ pairing: michael robinavitch x fem!reader

♡ synopsis: you & robby agreed to a friends with benefits arrangement that included no strings attached, long-term plans, or an ounce of commitment from either of you. when the two month mark begins to near, robby brings things to an end with no argument from you. your lack of reaction & moving on immediately, however, causes an unfettered feeling of jealousy to rear its ugly head when he begins to want you back & all to himself.

♡ content: song fic, age-gap, jealous!robby, pining!jack, park is circling reader too, jesse flirts, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, spanking (sorta), reverse cowgirl, lotus flower position, dirty talk, robby has a praise & mommy kink

Settling your palm over the handle to the storm door, Robby speaks. "Before you go—"

You turn on your heel, and a pleasant ache radiates between your thighs which're taut with muscles you overexerted tonight from riding his ample, sweaty waist in bed. "Hm?" you respond with a quiet hum.

He scratches nervously at the back of his head. Dropping his gaze to mopped hardwood floors, Robby quickly crosses his arms. "We're nearing a couple months now with our arrangement."

"We are," you concur, curious as to the direction he's headed in.

Trailing your eyes along the generous swell of his stretch mark-laden belly—which you painted a slick trail along just a couple of hours ago with your fluttering cunt—you lick your lips at the sight and consider the prospect of sacrificing a few extra hours of sleep in exchange for another mind-bending orgasm.

Then again, Robby's been wanting to take things a bit slower the last few times you've been in bed together. A fact which is beginning to make you feel the least bit antsy for the favor of being fucked deep and hard into the mattress like he used to only a month ago.

Maybe it's too much on his back.

"And we agreed nothing long-term," he states.

Lifting your head, his brown eyes flit between yours.

"We did," you respond in agreement. Not that two months is really that to you, but you suppose everyone has their own metric by which they measure time by.

"Maybe tonight we, uh..." he sighs and scrubs a hand down his face; over the coarse brown and silver trimmings of his beard. "We quit while we're ahead."

You deflate. So much for another orgasm...

You're pretty sure you have fresh batteries in the junk drawer at home, though. A vibrator and Twitter porn will have to do just as well for tonight, you suppose.

"Alright!" you chirp with a gentle smile. "See you at work tomorrow, Robby."

Turning back to the door, you press the handle down with a swift click, leaving him standing alone at the threshold.

Watching as you toss your things into the passenger seat of your vehicle before climbing into the driver's side and peeling out of his driveway—some unfamiliar pop tune blaring from your radio as you rumble away—Robby finds himself at a loss for words.

When he pushes the front door closed, an unsatisfied feeling settles deep into his chest at just how well you took things. "Alright!"

That's it? That's all he gets?

No "Oh, are you sure?" Or "Did I do something wrong?" Not even a single tear shimmered in your fiery eyes in disappointment. Nope, just "Alright!"

Quietly grumbling to himself in discontentment, Robby pads back to the bedroom and slams the door shut before wrenching soiled sheets from the bed with a curse.

Where Robby would typically keep you close to his side like you're glued to it, he's instead kept you at arm's-length all day. Including when you were treating a case of anaphylactic shock together somewhere in the afternoon, during which he hardly glanced twice in your direction. It wasn't for a lack of wanting to, though—like a damn itch he needs to scratch—but Robby knows that if he does, it'll only lead to an open wound he won't have the first clue as to how to get closed again.

So as a distraction, he buries himself in work—as per his usual unhealthily avoidant coping mechanism—while the hours flit by and the sun begins to wane outside before finally dipping behind towering buildings, much like the hand of a clock, signaling that it's time to head home.

Your mouth waters at the scent of something meaty and delicious. "C'mon, Abbot," you whine. Hefting your backpack onto your shoulders, you turn to face him. "At least take it into the employee lounge so I'm not subjected to it."

Lips lined with silver stubble curve into a grin. "Maybe psychological torture was the point, kiddo."

Rolling your eyes sarcastically, you press your locker shut and study the logo on the side of the bag he's about to set inside his own. "Really? Applebee's? You know it's one of my favorites."

Swinging his head in your direction, he reaches into the oversized brown paper bag and produces a tempting container of Bavarian-style soft pretzels.

You take a step forward—your eyes now the size of saucers—and half think to reach greedily for it while chanting the mantra of gimme, gimme, gimme, but refrain.

Extending it toward you, Jack presses the to-go box to your chest. "Go on."

You keep your hands at your sides and swallow down pooling saliva. "No, I can't take your—"

"Got 'em for you," he explains. "Those," he grunts before diving deeper. "And this."

When a cheeseburger appears, you smile and squeal excitedly. "You're sure?"

He chuckles. "I am. Got myself a steak and a side of green beans. Figured you'd be starving by the time I got here."

Gently taking both containers, you clutch them to your chest with a grateful smile. "Thank you, Jack. You really didn't need to..." You throw a look over your shoulder—to your backpack which your wallet lies inside a zipped compartment of. "How much do I owe you?"

He blows a raspberry. "You know better than that. Just eat and enjoy."

Bounding onto your tiptoes, you press a quick kiss to his cheek before turning to head out. Sooner you get home, the sooner you can dig in.

Only once you're well out of sight does Robby round the corner of the wall he was previously hiding behind. "Dinner, huh?"

Closing his go bag securely away, Jack turns to Robby. "Just something quick and easy for her. It's only food, Mike."

Tucking his hands away into the soft pockets of his hoody, Robby shrugs. "No, it's fine. We're, uh..." he huffs a humorless laugh. "It's done. As of last night. Called things quits."

Jack raises a brow of surprise. Though, he can't really say he's shocked. He's been counting down the days, and this one came right on time.

He doesn't need to ask whose decision it was.

"She seemed okay to me. Didn't take it too hard, then?" he questions, folding his arms behind him—the paper bag knocking against his calves when he does so.

Robby nods with raised brows. "Yeah. No, she's been good today. Hasn't brought it up at all."

Somewhat to his chagrin...

Jack purses his lips and nods. "Good to hear."

And even better to know.

Slapping a hand over Robby's shoulder, Jack heads in the direction of the employee lounge so he can get to work on downing his own dinner before nightshift starts. "See you in the morning."

"Yeah," is Robby's simple one-word reply.

He frowns at the seemingly renewed pep in Abbot's step that's been missing since Robby took you into his bed.

He knew the vet was displeased when Robby made you his next person of interest—in terms of sexual partners—just two months ago, but he backed off and kept his distance out of respect, which the daytime attending appreciated. Now, however... It's dinner tonight and probably breakfast with a damn Tiffany necklace to accompany tomorrow.

Pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, Robby considers venturing upstairs to see if Noelle is still around, but ultimately opts against it—refusing to acknowledge that it's because there's only one woman he wants coming home with him right now so he can get a straightforward physical release.

Whatever.

Time will do its thing like always, and he'll be onto the next one before long with you left far in the rearview.

Not that he's ever been much of a fan of the genre, but as Robby listens to the obnoxious sound of bombastic pop music drifting through your rolled-up car window, he grits his teeth.

Whatever happened to Heart, Pat Benatar, or Bonnie Tyler? Not this modern shit that sounds like a damn car accident. And first thing in the morning? Clearly no consideration for others and the prospect of giving them a damn splitting headache all before 7 o'clock. And of course you're singing along with a radiant smile.

Rolling his eyes toward the bruised purple sky, Robby groans a guttural growl of irritation before turning in the direction of the hospital on a booted heel.

"Morning, honey," Jack greets quietly, with a pleasant smile that causes his crow's feet to wrinkle charmingly around his eyes.

Gripping either end of your stethoscope, you turn to meet him. "Hey there."

When something crinkles behind him, your lips tilt into a smirk. "What might that be?"

He shrugs playfully. "Have no idea what you're talking about."

Leaning all your weight onto one foot, you attempt to glimpse whatever he's hiding by leaning heavily to the side, but your plans are foiled when he turns to shield it from your view.

"Oh, I definitely smell food again," you mumble before jumping in an attempt to round on him, but Jack's reflexes are faster when he presses his back to the lockers.

Throwing your head back in frustration, you moan and he chuckles in response. "You really want it?"

Dropping your chin, you bob your head. "Pleeease," you drawl while batting your lashes.

Jack removes one of his arms from behind his back and taps his cheek with an index finger, indicating the required payment. You sigh, but with a cheeky grin to accompany before you step forward and press a lingering kiss to weathered skin that smells sharply of minty aftershave.

A paper bag is then pressed to your belly which you don't waste a moment in tearing into.

"Breakfast burrito," Jack states as your hand wraps around the warm wrapper it's encased in.

Pulling it free, you get to work on peeling damp paper away from the provided meal. "Thank you," you say with quiet appreciation. "You really don't need to do things like this for me, though. I don't want you going out of your way, okay?"

He raises a shoulder. "I Doordashed something for myself a little bit ago. Thought why not, since I knew you were coming in."

Biting into scrambled egg and cheese, you chew thoughtfully for a moment. "This was sweet of you, Jack."

Reaching forward, he runs a calloused palm down your arm. "Don't mention it, kiddo." Clearing his throat, he slips his hands into the pockets of his cargo pants. "So, I heard that you and Ro—"

"Bring anything for your best friend?"

Jack clenches his jaw when Robby starts down the hall the two of you did have all to yourselves only a moment ago. "No. Sorry, brother. Tomorrow?"

Robby slides his arms around your shoulders, then tugs you back against his chest as you stare at Jack with wide eyes of confusion. "Gimme a bite, baby," Robby mutters.

"I got it for her," Jack deadpans displeasingly.

Robby snorts. "It's alright. We've shared way more than saliva."

Were Jack not already leaned against something solid, he'd be stumbling back in shocked response to his friend's distasteful candor. He's garnered quite the reputation around the hospital over the years, but has always remained anything but forthcoming when it comes to discussions of his female companions, even with him. So this is an unexpected change in character, to say the least.

Holding the burrito up above your shoulder while keeping your eyes on Jack with a regretful look painted across their irises, Robby dips his head and takes a hearty bite before leaning back and chewing. "'S good," he grunts before swallowing. "Thank you, sweetheart," he finishes with a peck atop your head. "Once you finish up, come find me. I want your help on this first case."

You nod. "Okay."

Robby's palm lingers against your hip momentarily before he reluctantly steps away, leaving you and Jack in each other's sole company again.

Stepping forward, Abbot crosses his arms defensively. "Did the two of you—"

You fervently shake your head before he can even finish that question. "No. Night before last he ended things. You're as taken aback as I am."

A frown tugs at his lips. "I thought it was just..." he swipes the heel of his palm awkwardly across his cheek. "Sex."

"It was," you confirm with a nod. "Just... Physical, carnal release." Your cheeks heat. "We both understood at the beginning and all the way through that it would never be anything more. I was happy with that arrangement."

"So you don't think he's having second thoughts? That that wasn't plain as day jealousy just now?"

You take another bite of your burrito, wanting to finish it before it gets cold. "I think he can have boundary issues... At times."

Jack bites back a laugh. "Oh, you think?"

You keep the story of him attempting to go through your locked phone one night when you accidentally fell asleep—instead of going straight home after the two of you got done fucking like you usually did—to yourself. Lucky for him, you'd been far too groggy and out of it to chew him out properly like you otherwise would've, had you been wide awake when it happened.

Or the night maybe a week and a half ago when he got all whiney when you demanded he either run out and pick up a box of condoms or have them delivered to the front door, otherwise you were going home.

He really tried his hand at making you out to be the one who was overreacting while you sat on the edge of the bed, repeatedly telling him go get them, go get them, go get them before he finally threw his hands up in a fit of curse words and stomped out of the bedroom and into the bathroom where—big surprise!—he just so happened to find a spare one in the medicine cabinet.

Whatever. It's in the past. The time for friends with benefits is over and you're onto other things. Or... Will be, anyway, when you have the time to figure something out.

Tinder is a rather unappetizing idea, but something about beggars and choosing...

You sigh. "I gotta get to work. But thank you for the food again. I really do appreciate it, Jack."

Cupping the back of your head, he presses an affectionate kiss to the bridge of your nose, earning him a bubbly giggle in response. "You're welcome, honey."

One night I was bored in bed

And stalked you on the internet

Stirring a crumbled granola bar into a cup of creamy yogurt, you swing your hips from side-to-side before licking the tip of the spoon clean.

It's feminine intuition

Park is just headed for the elevators when an attractive feminine form catches his attention from the corner of his eye. Turning back around, he plants himself in the threshold of the ED's employee lounge with crossed arms while an amused smirk crawls across thin lips.

'Cause I always had a vision of us standing like this

All pressed up in the bathroom line

Swallowing a bite of your stirred snack, you turn to the sink where a roll of paper towels rest, then promptly stumble back with a hand planted over your pounding heart when you see that you're being watched by a pair of unfamiliar eyes.

Yanking your headphones down to your neck, you set your food on the countertop and exhale a ragged breath. "God, you scared me."

A plucked brow merely twitches in response.

"Were you just... Standing there watching me?"

Leaning a muscular shoulder against the doorframe, Park trails his eyes from your tennis shoes that're adorned with floral blooms sprouting from the stitching to your pretty young face. "You always spend your breaks putting on performances like that?"

You blink dumbly. "I'm sorry, who are you?"

He snorts derisively, followed by extending a hand. "Dr. Brendon Park. Orthopedic surgeon," he states with emphasis.

"Uh huh," is your less than enthusiastic reply. "Y/N. Fourth year resident."

His grip is firm—bordering nearly on squeezing—but the contact is over just as soon as it began after one definitive shake is granted. "Might have to spend more time down here if the answer's yes."

Male chauvinist asshole.

You retrieve your yogurt again. "Nice to meet you."

Taking a step forward, you eye the narrowly allotted gap between him and the other side of the doorway, which isn't nearly enough room for you to squeeze through. When he turns, you eagerly step past—the crown of your shoulder brushing against his chest when you do so—before heading in the direction of the ambulance bay so you can finish eating in peace.

Brendon watches you go with eyes trained squarely on your ass.

If this were a cartoon, steam would be blowing from Robby's ears, but you'd never know it from the calm disposition he portrays when he greets the younger doctor. "Park."

He nods to your retreating form. "She single?"

An intrusive image of Brendon's head being shoved through one of the trauma bay's glass walls flits through Robby's mind unwelcomely. "Not sure," he lies. "Think she might've just gotten out of something, but I couldn't tell you a lot about it."

"Was it serious, do you know?" he inquires casually.

Robby grinds his teeth. "You know how the grapevine works—like playing a game of telephone, so take it with a grain of salt—but, yeah, I guess feelings were exchanged."

Even if they were apparently one-sided.

He hums in interest. "Don't always mind a chase. Seems like she might be worth one." Turning, he grants Robby a nod. "Thanks."

The senior attending keeps his mouth firmly shut, watching as Brendon finishes his walk to the elevators while thinking to himself that he has no idea what the hell he's asking for. A chase. He told himself the same damn thing only a couple months ago and look at the position it's put him in.

Once Park is out of sight, Robby goes after you—absolutely fucking fuming when he does.

"What was that about?" barks Robby, now advancing in your direction.

You only somewhat acknowledge him from the brick half-wall you're seated atop—otherwise occupied with mindlessly scrolling through social media while finishing your snack. "Huh?"

Crossing his arms in a humph, he levels you with a glare. "You could do with looking at me when I'm speaking to you."

Locking your mobile device, you lift your head and smile sweetly. "Sorry, Rob. What was what about?"

Somehow, the oblivious expression painted across your glowing features only serves to further light a fire under his ass. "The exchange between you and Park," he spits.

You shrug. "I was mixing up my yogurt. He was watching me."

He glowers from beneath heavy brows. "Watching you shake your ass for the whole of the ED to see, seemed to me."

Your sunny disposition is quickly overcast by a cover of dark, heavy clouds ready to break into a fit of lightening strikes if he keeps pressing the issue. "I didn't ask for an audience," you snip. "I was simply enjoying my music while taking a quick break."

He shakes his head, causing the chain of his gold necklace to glint against the overhead sun. "Well, going forward here at work you could try practicing a little self-respect. It'd go a long way."

Swinging your legs over the edge of the wall, you dig your nails into solid concrete. "Sounds to me like this is beginning to border on some sort of victim-blaming nonsense."

Robby chuckles incredulously. "Victim?" He leans forward onto the balls of his feet. "I'm sorry. Victim of what, exactly?"

"You, apparently," you scoff. "And whatever this conversation is turning into. Which, from your tone and the look on your face, seems to be an argument."

His hackles raise. "Is this you trying to get back at me because I cut things off?"

You choke back a laugh. "Excuse me?" you stare up at him with an open-mouthed smile, sure he can't be serious.

He sneers at your apparent inability to take the matter fucking serious. "Jack, then Park. Seems to me like you're making the rounds."

"First of all," you snap, causing Robby to take a small step back—he never did care for when you got a temper with him; typically preferring to fuck it out of you until you were a contentedly babbling mess coming around his cock with a smile. "I didn't even know who Park was until like two minutes ago when he introduced himself. And I can tell you with the utmost certainty—from that brief interaction alone—that he couldn't be any further from my type. Not that it's any of your business." Standing, you shove your phone into your pocket. "Secondly, Jack and I have always flirted. It's not exactly a well-kept secret."

He raises a brow. Bending at the knees to meet you at eye-level, Robby squints suspiciously. "You don't think that's the least bit cruel? Leading on a widower like that?"

You tuck your hands into your pockets to keep from slapping the smug look off his face. "We did it before you and I, and are clearly continuing the tradition after. It makes the day go by faster and the workday the least bit more bearable."

Which he should know, given the parade of women he's gone through around here.

Standing at full height again, Robby snorts in disbelief. "So it has nothing to do with the fact that he's my best friend?" he questions doubtfully.

You inhale a deep, calming breath. "As I just said, it's something we've done for years, Robby. Years." You quirk your head curiously to the side. "Is there something you'd like to say to me? Or can I enjoy the rest of my yogurt in peace and quiet—the whole reason I came out here to begin with?"

Hands planted firmly on his hips, Robby chews the inside of his cheek until the the metallic taste of blood pools on his tongue. With a roll of his eyes, he turns and heads back inside without another word.

Plopping back down, you scream quietly in the back of your throat before retrieving your now lukewarm snack. Frowning down at a honeybee who's now crawling across a melted chocolate chip, you shoo the creature away before tossing the cup into the trashcan behind you.

Steering clear of Robby for the remainder of your shift, you silently pray that tomorrow will be a brighter day.

Had you known he would behave this way, you never would've carried on with him in the first place. The last thing you want is for the ED to grow into a toxic workplace. Not that it's from a lack of you trying to keep the peace by being a normal, well-adjusted adult who's returned to treating Robby the way you always have—including when the two of you were screwing—but the fact seems to only be setting him off instead of putting him at-ease, as was your intention: that your work relationship remains unchanged, that is.

Absolutely beat by the end of the day, you manage to dip out early—just missing Abbot by ten minutes when he pulls in and you're already on your way home.

It pleases Robby, however, that the pair of you fail to have a chance to talk again tonight.

He wants a resident that he can dote on? He has plenty of them on nightshift. Hell, he can take any from dayshift that he wants if it'll get him to back the hell off of you once more.

Given how tired Robby is this evening, it's for the best, lest he fly into a fit of rage again when he sees Abbot wink at or give you another to-go container.

Sure, it's only been a couple of days, but lack of the utter relief he found daily between your legs and in your mouth—as well as the loss of being able to curl himself around you afterward while talking your damn ear off as he vented endlessly about work as his head rested between your soft breasts and you played with his hair, or when you would straddle his back in just one of his t-shirts while kneading the knots from it—has put him on-edge.

His hand can do in a pinch, but... It isn't soft and warm like you, nor does it quietly whimper as he comes undone in its arms.

Robby thought he wanted—like he always does—to get himself out sooner rather than later, but for the first time, he's regretting it.

At least with Janey, he didn't have to see her every day after he broke things off and shattered not just her heart, but Jake's as well.

A fact he still feels guilty about.

And Noelle... Well, she works on another floor, so contact between them is rare and fleeting. Maybe a nod in the hall or a quick "How are you?" is all he has to concern himself with every once in a blue moon.

But you? Everything that initially drew him in is now getting under his skin like a damn parasitic infection that he can't seem to rid himself of no matter how many measures he takes to do so.

Your easy-going nature and bubbly personality he found sweet. Perfect facets for a short-term fling. Your libido was a hell of a lot higher than his, but it only served to make him feel all the more desired. Now, however, with the rose-tinted glasses halfway removed, he sees that he wasn't quite as special as he first thought. He clearly could've been anyone, as it now turns out.

You just wanted something warm and hard to fill your... Needs.

He operates the way he does—dealing strictly in casual relationships—because it puts him in control. Of the coming and going, the how and why of when it ends... But this instance has thrown him fully off-kilter.

Because you just don't seem to care. In fact, in the ambulance bay, you were coming off as if it bothered you that he did.

Damn brat.

He has half a mind to pile on the work so high you can't even see the top. But that would surely earn him a one-way ticket to HR. Something he begrudgingly acknowledges he'd deserve for such assholish behavior.

With a sigh, he gathers his things, vowing to get his head screwed on straight before he blows his life to pieces all over a piece of ass.

He cringes on his way out for thinking of you like that.

Filing in alongside the afternoon rush, Noelle makes an appearance at the ED's hub, looking for none other than her past flame. She's well-aware that it's none of her concern, but if what she overheard upstairs a handful of days ago was indeed untrue, she'd like to have as much confirmed by the source before she goes correcting other people's ignorantly made statements.

Spotting the man in question standing tall at a computer cart, she heads in Robby's direction with quietly clicking heels.

"Heard from a little birdy that you've been seeing a resident." Crossing slender arms clad in a perfectly pressed suit jacket, she tilts her head to the side, sending silky black hair cascading over a shoulder. "Robby, please tell me that isn't true."

Keeping his eyes on the monitor in front of him, he snickers while the back of his neck warms. They've not spoken in weeks and this is what she presents him with as conversation material? "Alright, it isn't true."

She shakes her head with a disapproving look. "Really? Robby, I thought you were smarter than that."

Assuming a casual stance with hands tucked away into his pockets, he glances past her to where you sit charting but a handful of feet away. "It's not a big deal." Robby looks at Noelle again and shrugs. "It's over now anyway."

"May I ask whom?" she inquires politely.

He can't stop himself from looking at you again. Finally, you lift your head and he doesn't miss a beat. Sliding a hand down Noelle's arm, Robby barks an overly dramatic laugh. "You may, but I don't find myself obliged to answer."

When you greet him with a toothy smile, accompanied by two thumbs up and nod toward Noelle—as if you're encouraging him to make a fucking move—he drops the hand back down to his side with a feeling of defeat swelling up in his chest.

He'd like to carve it out with a scalpel.

Slowly turning her head out of curiosity, Noelle studies you with drawn brows. "Well, I suppose you don't have to now. She's certainly young enough." Returning her attentions to the chief of the ED, she folds her arms coolly behind her. "Are you aware that it's over?"

Now crossing his arms, Robby rocks back on his heels. "I'm sorry?"

Noelle grants him a knowing look. "You can hardly keep your eyes off of her."

Sarcastically rolling them, Robby locks the computer before heading to a patient room that lies behind where you presently sit. "S'cuse me."

Sighing to herself, Noelle debates momentarily before following behind. Stopping in front of the desk you occupy, she slides her forearms atop it and offers you her hand. "I don't think we've had the pleasure. Noelle Hastings."

Your mind whirring into a state of overdrive, you begin thinking of a way to be a good wingman for Robby, but after his actions from yesterday, you find him the least bit undeserving of such kind efforts. Wrapping your hand around hers, you give Noelle a firm shake. "Y/N," you quip with a happy smile.

Folding her manicured hands together, she leans forward. "I hope this doesn't come off as inappropriate... But out of a sense of morbid curiosity, I was wondering if you'd be opposed to sharing notes?"

"Notes?" you ask ignorantly.

"Well..." Noelle's lips tilt into a nearly imperceptible grin, like she's considering whether to go on with finishing her sentence. "Like his apparent inability to sleep without the TV on," she elaborates with a playfully scrunched nose. "Not that I experienced it but maybe twice since he's always so eager to usher you out the door once you're properly dressed. Heaven forbid he partake in a bit of pillow-talk," she says with a chuckle.

Eyes flitting to the room behind you, Noelle continues. "Sleeping with it on in the background was impossible for me." Her attentions return to you then. "He ever tell you why he does it? I mean, I have my theories, but..."

You slide now sweaty palms over the thighs of your scrub pants. Affable as you may be, gossip tends to make your stomach twist uncomfortably when it's presented. You don't enjoy lying, but she'll be none the wiser as to whether you're returning her honesty with the truth.

"I can't attest to it since I never stayed the night. Never could sleep in a bed that wasn't my own," you commentate with a laugh. "Vacations as a kid were a nightmare since hotels scared me."

The reality of it is, is that apart from the night with the phone incident, any other time you slept over was at Robby's behest. He'd stare up at you with these wide, pleading eyes while quietly whispering "please stay" as he clutched tenderly at your hand. Not wanting to hurt his feelings, you almost always agreed, despite it being against your mutually agreed to set of rules.

Once you were lain back in bed with the covers thrown over you, he'd scoop you into his arms and pull himself against the length of your body before burying his face between your breasts and closing his eyes.

Didn't take long after that for him to fall asleep.

She hums pensively. "Certainly is one for privacy, though, right? Couldn't believe how defensive he got the night I went looking in his medicine cabinet for a single bandage."

Is she positive you're both discussing the same man? From nearly week one Robby assured you that nothing was off-limits in his house. Hell, he actually encouraged you to make yourself at home during the handful of times you stopped by on the weekend for a quickie in-between running errands.

Never did take him up on such an offer, though. His space was his and yours was yours. Not that he ever came over.

Speaking of the medicine cabinet specifically, there had been an evening maybe three weeks ago when he told you to look in it while he was busy relieving himself in the toilet beside where you stood at the sink. When you popped it open, you weren't really sure what you were supposed to be looking for, until he nodded at a still packaged toothbrush. "Just incase," he'd remarked with a wink. "Figured you could put it next to mine in the cup there on the counter."

It didn't see much use in the end, though.

You don't know it, but Robby still hasn't tossed it.

Awkwardly clearing your throat, you swivel your mouse and the computer screen bleeds back to life. "I don't mean any offense, Noelle, because it's been nice talking to and meeting someone new, but I don't like to, um... Kiss and tell, for lack of a better term."

If Robby doesn't have as much respect for you, that's on him. You know your character.

"Oh." She leans back. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

You wave your hands in a panic. "Oh, no, you didn't! I guess like anyone, Robby's a complicated man. I can agree on that account, at least."

She smiles. "That he is. Well," she says, now turning on her heel. "I'll let you get back to work then."

He was hurt initially when Noelle started in on disclosing his private behavior—worried it would lessen your opinion of him from wherever it currently stands at—but when you lied in order to shield him and the affection he tried to shower you with... It warmed his heart.

Robby had thought more of her than that. That she was more mature; seasoned when it came to concealing the details of an ex's private life like any middle-aged individual.

He was wrong.

Peeking at you from behind a patterned curtain, Robby's lips tug into a faint smile, appreciative of your discretion. And he hopes...protectiveness over what you had.

Admiring the swell of your backside and the outline of a pair of floral panties from where you're bent over trying to retrieve the Sharpie you dropped, Jesse stretches a rubber band between both of his index fingers before firing.

"Ow!" Clapping a hand over your ass cheek, you about-face and scowl at your offender. "You're such a pain in my ass, Jesse."

He grins. "Literally this time."

Were his glasses not resting on the bridge of his nose, Robby wouldn't have believed his eyes just now. So now it's not just one, or two, but three men that're vying for your fucking attention? Who's next, then? Shen? Mateo? Might as well just form a damn line at this point!

Crumpling a sheet of paper into a ball, you toss it at his head, but sorely miss when he rounds the end of the nurse's station with his head thrown back in a mocking laugh. You're just considering rifling through his desk drawer to steal a snack or a hard to obtain stationary item when your eyes meet with Robby's steely gaze.

With his lips drawn into a taught line and his nostrils flared, you shrink into yourself, like a child ashamed that she got caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

He shakes his head in disapproval before returning to the tablet propped up against his bent knee.

Throwing yourself down into a cushioned rolling chair, you switch on a computer to finish up your end of the day charting—far too aware of his nearby presence. Such a party-pooper.

Hopping onto your bed, you position the head of your plastic hairbrush above your mouth and belt the lyrics You're looking like an angel on the walls of Versailles as Olivia Rodrigo blares from the bluetooth speaker in the living room.

The most alive I've ever been, you cry while swinging your hips from one side to other, but kiss me and I might drop dead!

Falling onto the mattress, you bounce, then hang your head off the foot of it while kicking your legs excitedly in the air. Pisces and a Gemini, but I think we might go really nice together!

Robby can't sleep. No matter how much he tosses and turns, nor how many times he fluffs the pillow he's holding close to his chest which still smells of you—he'll do laundry this weekend, dammit; he has too much on his plate already to be worried about fucking sheets—rest refuses to find him.

Rolling onto his back, Robby stares up at a dark, lofty ceiling while stewing in anger aimed at none other than himself.

He wants to blame you—has tried to the last few days—but the fault lies solely with him as to his predicament of perpetual bachelorhood. Can he really blame any of the others for being so taken with you? He has been since you were but a doe-eyed med student, so he obviously understands the crushes they're all harboring, even if he wishes otherwise.

Maybe he's kidding himself by thinking the two of you ever had a chance at anything more, had he not broken things off.

When he presented you with the idea of quick, easy sex, you leapt at the opportunity, and it almost unsettled him how easily you went along with the typical set of rules he always keeps in place, so as to retain a healthy amount of metaphorical distance between himself and whoever his chosen sexual partner for the next month or two is.

Perhaps part of him had been secretly hoping you'd object—would complain about how you wanted to snuggle on the couch, hold hands while walking into work, and go on cute little dates to local diners. Instead, it seems he had finally met his match in the detachment department.

You were actually worse than him about it.

Robby wondered at one time if that was what made him pine for your attention before long: because you were trying to play hard to get, which only spurred him on all the more. But no, it's just your personality, apparently.

Makes for good doctoring, at least.

You're not entirely mercurial and free-flowing, though. Anytime he asked you to stay... You would. That was what made him fall, he thinks: the nights he spent curled around you, safe in your arms while he rested peacefully against your breast.

Before you, every night was an hour long battle—if not longer—in terms of getting to sleep. But with you? The sound of your softly thumping heart always sent him dozing off after only a matter of minutes.

He slept like a damn baby where you were concerned.

And there was the way you'd play with his hair when his head would be resting in your lap after a long day as he read aloud to you, or the stupid trivia gameshows the two of you would watch in bed, debating the answers to ridiculous questions before a buzzer proved you both wrong.

Being in your company was just...easy. It didn't give him anxiety about the future or instill him with fear of the unknown. For once, he was finally able to live in the moment.

And no, he didn't require the TV to be on while he slept next to you because being wrapped in your arms equaled a quiet head. You're quite the contradiction yourself, speaking of. A free spirit with a nurturing side.

Sighing, Robby yanks his phone off the nightstand and dials.

He lets it ring damn near a dozen times before finally ending the call—his head now swimming with visions of Park pounding away inside of you, or Jesse fondling your ass while your own intimate escapades become long forgotten as he's replaced with another younger model.

Blinking wet lashes, Robby sets his jaw and sniffles quietly. He supposes this is what he deserves: a taste of his own medicine for once.

Was only a matter of time before karma came knocking.

With the shower now heating up in the bathroom, you plunk down in the middle of your bed and begin scrolling through unread notifications. When you see a missed called from Robby, your heart lurches.

Uh oh, is something happening at the hospital? He didn't leave a message, so hopefully not.

Best call him back, though, to make sure.

"Hey!" you beam when he promptly answers "Sorry I missed your call earlier, I didn't hear it. What's up?"

Your shirt is eschewed and hanging off of one shoulder, your skin is covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and your chest is rapidly rising and falling in a clear effort to catch your breath.

Not to mention the mess of bedding found just behind you.

Is that a damn shower he hears running in the background?

Robby's ears perk up at the sound of a man's voice coming from a room away which immediately sets his blood to fucking boiling.

Turning to the side with an arched brow, your face screws into an expression of confusion.

What? Your little one-night stand already crying for you from the other room?

"Nothing," Robby hisses while you're still turned away. "It was an accident."

Staring at your mussed reflection on a now dark screen, you sigh then toss the device aside before pushing off the bed and padding into the bathroom to change whatever God-awful dad rock has come onto Spotify.

Whatever was the cause for Robby's attitude isn't your problem right now. Or ever, really. Your apartment is finally nice and clean, as are you about to be before long, and there's leftover Chinese food in the fridge.

For once, everything feels peaceful again.

Removing your sweat-stained t-shirt, you toss it into the laundry hamper before stepping beneath a cascade of steaming water.

"Good morning," you say warmly while greeting Robby with a sunny disposition.

He only hums in response, choosing to keep his eyes trained on the inside of his locker rather than bidding you the same pleasantry.

Wrapping your stethoscope around your neck, you pluck a ballpoint pen from the middle shelf and tuck it into your pocket.

"Looked like you got quite the workout last night," Robby grumbles quietly.

Clicking your locker shut, you chuckle. "Oh, yeah, the best cardio," you reply sardonically—deciding not to mention how you started squealing when a sticky cobweb got stuck to your face. "I'm gonna go check the board. Let me know if you need any help today!"

Watching as you walk away, it's all Robby can do not to flip the bird at the back of your head. How can you be so cocky about it? It isn't normal for someone to be this happy all the time.

Are you on something?

He never got that impression before, but supposes it makes sense.

Perhaps he should take a peek in your chart. Finding out that Langdon was hooked on benzos was bad enough. To discover that you had to get high in order to lie beneath him... He doesn't know whether he could tolerate the knowledge.

Not even lunch from a nearby sandwich shop managed to improve Robby's mood. He can't keep on with this headspace. It's not fair to you, the staff of the ED, or any patients who he could potentially end up taking his frustrations out on when someone inevitably refuses to listen to sage medical advice.

A glass door slides shut behind Robby, casting the exam room you're wrapping things up in in silence. "Can I at least ask who?" he asks gently, not wanting to intrude if he's not welcome to.

He understands that he isn't entitled to anything here, including answers if you choose not to give them. Your affairs are your affairs and they have nothing to do with him.

It's not right him acting otherwise.

It'll only lead to you feeling uneasy around him and that's the last thing he would ever want.

Your education comes first.

Glancing to him, you cup your hand beneath a sanitizer dispenser. "Who what?"

He studies you from beneath long lashes. "Last night. Who you were with when you called me back."

Uh... Why does he think there was someone in your apartment with you?

Wait.

Did he see something on camera? A chill crawls up your back. "I was alone. Why do you think otherwise?" you ask hesitantly.

His brows furrow. "I heard the shower. And another man's voice. C'mon, sweetheart, I might be old, but I'm not stupid. Not to mention the—the state you were in."

Rubbing the sanitizer into both your palms and along the backs of your hands, you take a step forward. "I was warming it up. I'd just gotten done cleaning my apartment right before you called. Well... I cleaned my apartment, then sort of ran around singing pop music and putting on my own personal concert with a hairbrush," you admit sheepishly. "As for the voice, it was some awful rock station Spotify picked out. God knows why."

He takes it back. He's both old and stupid.

"You were alone."

"Just me and Olivia Rodrigo," you confirm with a nod.

He raises a brow, to which you bat a hand in response. "Singer."

"Ah," Robby replies with a nod.

Submerging your hands in your shirt pockets, you cock your head to the side. "Why do you ask?"

Moment of truth.

Robby sighs. "I was jealous. I have been this whole week and I've been making you pay for it." He presses his lips into a thin smile. "I'm sorry."

You give him a once-over with a scrutinizing gaze. "So, are things going to return to normal now?" You lean your hip against the exam table. "Or are you going to pout when Abbot gives me a piece of gum?"

Robby considers for a moment while watching the hustle and bustle of the ED on the other side of the door. "Maybe I made a mistake."

Your brows knit closely together. "What do you mean?"

Studying the laces of his boots, he shrugs with a dismissive shake of his head. "Calling it off. Letting you go. Not asking for more." He lifts his chin. "All the above."

"Are you saying you want to continue hooking up?" You question with a cocked head.

You don't know how keen you are on that idea with how tiresome he's been the last handful of days—it'd be akin to rewarding bad behavior without an ounce of consequences being paid for it—but a warm body is admittedly a considerable improvement over a silicone toy.

Running a hand through his hair and down the back of his neck, Robby digs his fingertips into freckled skin. "No. I mean..." he sucks his teeth. "I'd want sexual intimacy, yes, but more than that. I want us to be together."

The last sentence was spoken so quickly and quietly that it was barely an octave above a whisper. Nevertheless, you heard him.

"Like a relationship?" you inquire with crossed arms.

He nods.

You've had him in bed—inside of you—but not even then did he looks so soft and small and vulnerable. Almost boyish with the way he's rocking back and forth from the balls of his feet to his heels. It's kind of cute, really.

So shy.

Coming to stand in front of him, you pull one of his hands toward you and wrap each of your own around it. "Okay."

Robby's head lifts so swiftly that something pops in the back of his neck. "Okay?" he repeats with a lilted tone of surprise.

"I have one rule, though. Or...an understanding, anyway, that needs to be agreed upon."

Cupping the side of your neck with a warm, heavy palm, Robby brushes his thumb along the underside of your jaw. "I'm all ears, sweetheart."

"You get one shot at this," you state point-blank. "And I don't mean we're not allowed to argue or have disagreements or lose our tempers on occasion. That's bound to happen; it's a normal part of any relationship. What I do mean is that if your commitment issues manifest a few weeks or months from now and you start thinking about running, that's it. I won't allow you to treat my life like a revolving door."

As if plenty of others aren't trying to pass through it, he muses. Sliding his palm down to the crown of your shoulder, he gives it a gentle squeeze. "So just like that you're mine?"

You nod and your stethoscope nearly slips off of you with the motion. "Yes."

His lips tug into a displeased frown. "So... I ask you to start sleeping with me and you do. I call it quits and you couldn't seem to care less. I come back groveling, and you hardly bat an eye before telling me okay to being together. I'm sorry, sweetheart, but it's hard to take this seriously when you seem to just go along with wherever the wind blows you."

You can feel the vein in the middle of your forehead swelling up to size. "Did you expect me to get down on my hands and knees while begging you not to leave me? You said it was over and that was that. I'm not pleading with someone to stick around who has no interest in it. I think more of myself than that."

Not to mention that he's way too old to be playing these sorts of head games...

He'll never admit it, but the pride you seem to have in yourself he finds the least bit threatening to his ego. But it's also a turn-on, if he's being completely honest with himself. "Just hard to feel like an exception when it's coming off like I could be anybody. Abbot, Park, Jesse. What makes me different?"

From the way he runs the ED with an iron fist, you'd never think him so insecure.

It makes you wanna pinch his cheeks. Or slap one.

"Like I said about Park, I don't like him. Period. As for Jesse... Yes, we've joked around every now and again, but I honestly think of him more as a brother. Whether he shares that sentiment is his own business."

"And Jack?" Robby presses.

Removing his hand from where it's slid down your arm, you splay his fingers apart and lightly squeeze his fourth one. "He still wears his ring." Lifting your head, you gaze into Robby's eyes. "They didn't... Fall out of love or go through a nasty divorce. She died while he was still in love with her," you explain with the utmost care. "I can't ever hope to compete with that. His ring would serve as a constant reminder of what I have to try and live up to: impossible standards I could never even attempt to meet."

He nearly asks you what if Abbot stopped wearing it, but supposes it's a moot point. For right now, he does. End of story.

Craning his head down to meet you halfway, you tilt your own back and smile when his lips brushes against yours. "My girl," Robby murmurs before closing the breathy gap between you with a kiss.

"You like that?" you ask breathlessly. Lifting your hips, you slide down the considerable length of him and he utters a quiet curse.

Slapping a hand against your ass cheek, Robby watches with appreciation as the plump skin ripples like water before digging his fingers into the meat of your hips again. "Told you it feels better without a condom."

You roll your eyes, but with him seated behind you, he's unable to see it. "Don't really feel much of a difference myself, but—"

"Fuck, feels so much better on my end," Robby moans.

Straightening, you begin bouncing on it with a repeated wet plap, plap, plap while toying with your pebbled nipples.

"Turn around, sweetheart," he mutters; his hands sliding up your stomach and brushing along the underside of your soft breasts. "So I can look at you."

Lifting off his hard cock, Robby fists himself in his hand as you spin around. Guiding his swollen, leaking tip back between your slick, fluttering walls, he moans pleasurably when your cunt swallows his girthy length again until the shaft disappears entirely.

You love the way he stretches you open so deliciously.

Wrapping an arm around his shoulders, you cup the back of his head in your other palm before pulling his face between your sweaty breasts. "C'mere, baby," you coo affectionately.

His dick stirs and you snicker softly. Leaning his head back, you flick the tip of your tongue across his lips. "You gonna come inside me? Huh?"

Robby blinks wide eyes of pleasant surprise. "You'll let me?"

You grin. "I want you to," you reply with a faux pout. "I'm not getting off it until you do." Crushing your lips to his, your tongues tangle together in a battle for dominance.

Rapidly rocking your hips until a familiar bang, bang, bang of the headboard can be heard, you break away, then reposition your lips next to his ear. "You're such a good boy."

He shudders, so you drag the lobe of his ear gently between your teeth. "Come for me, baby. Come for mama."

Slapping a hand over your ass and squeezing hard enough to leave a bruised print, Robby bends his knees before hammering away between your pulsating walls. "O-oh fuck," he stammers. "I'm s-so fuckin'—"

"That's it," you sigh encouragingly. "Y-you're almost there. A little more."

Biting down on your shoulder, he chokes back a muffled growl. His whole body seizes while his cock twitches and spurts inside of you in-between long, deep, filling thrusts.

"Good boy," you gasp happily. "Oh my God, that's such a good boy."

Pressing your lips to the crown of his head, you ride out your high—flexing your walls around his emptying cock as your own orgasm ascends to its pique, leaving you a mess of babbling, praiseful words as you cling to Robby, tracing your tongue along his naked, salty skin while you do.

Gazing up at Robby from where your chin is resting against the back of a hand you've planted atop his hairy chest, you smile when he does.

He's been doing so for the last almost half an hour while tracing lazy circles along your naked hip. "That good, huh?" you ask with a laugh.

He rolls his head from side to side. "Just happy," he rumbles.

You press a damp kiss to his stubbled cheek before toying with his necklace. "Can I ask you something?"

He smirk morphs into a contended grin. "Anything."

"Not to bring another person into bed with us, but... Noelle and I spoke the other day. I don't know if you were aware."

Bending an arm behind his head, he nods. "I was. Heard most of it."

Eavesdropper...

"Why were you so different with her? Or... With me?"

It's been eating at you, truthfully.

He chews his lip for a moment in thought. "It's not that she did or didn't do something. I mean, I had nothing against her being around. She just... She didn't make me laugh. I felt like when I was with her—and maybe this was just me—that I couldn't step out of my role as chief, even when I was here in my own home. I struggled to let my guard down or relax. There was this need to be in serious "adult mode" 24/7." He tilts his head to the side. "There wasn't any vulnerability."

You lift a brow. "Thought you preferred that?"

He sighs and readjusts the pillow tucked against the crook of his neck. "Thought I did too. 'Til you came along."

You curl your fingers into the coarse hair smattered across his chest. "Is it because you think more highly of her than me? So you felt a need to impress by being—as you say—serious? That because I'm younger, I'm just the fun squeeze toy to keep around?"

Finally he finds a crack in your perfect sunshine façade. He rocks his head from side to side. "No. Was just a difference in personality. We all have various faces we wear. With different people, during different occasions... With her, I was Michael Robinavitch, chief attending of PTMC's ED. With you, I can just be me."

Not that he's wholly sure who that is most days now, but he hopes at your side, he can finally start to figure it out.

Cupping his cheek, you press a kiss to his lips. "I know exactly who you are."

A curious brow curves upwards.

"Sweet boy," you simper.

He huffs a laugh.

Turning onto his side, Robby pulls you flush against his weighty belly. "I'll be whatever you want me to be, sweetheart."

Twining your fingers in his hair, you nod and bring him in for a kiss.

[romantic-insomniac]

☼︎ 1.5 k celebration fic for... pope cody ☼︎ based on this ask ☼︎

summary ☼︎ when your boyfriend pope thinks giving you just one orgasm is all you can handle, your informative lesson about the differences between men and women ends up being very hands on.

cw ☼︎ MDNI !!!! afab!reader with nickname 'sweetheart', established relationship, gently explaining the "biology" of orgasms, fingering, lots of kissin', unprotected p in v, missionary, doggy, multiple orgasms (duh!), creampie :3

wc ☼︎ 1.4 k

in all your years of life, you never thought you would be the one to beg a man for sex. but two months into your relationship with pope with not one night of lovemaking accounted for, you're honestly about to start.

you're not entirely sure why he never takes it farther than giving you your first orgasm. he'll use his fingers or his tongue or both, and then roll you over to go to sleep once you've come down from the high of pleasure he wrings out from you. and it's not like he's not turned on, you know that for a fact because he's always rock hard by the time he tells you to get some sleep. sadly enough, he's only let you use your mouth on him twice :(

unfortunately, you're always just a bit too floaty from your release to ever really fight him on it, but tonight you are determined to get to round two.

" 'm so close andy- please d-don't stop-!" is what you're whining against pope's lips as he lays next to you in bed. him only in his boxers and you only in your panties that are pulled to the side, as two of his thick fingers rub deep inside you while his thumb firmly circles your clit. your grip on his curls is probably painful, but he hasn't complained, he even groans a little when you yank them as you hike your leg higher up his waist to spread yourself even further for him.

the shlick shlick sounds of pope's fingers pumping into you paired with his warm, muscular frame that holds you close, has your body lock up tight in anticipation. one more swipe of his tongue against yours and the feeling explodes into white hot tremors that shake through you, from your spinning head to your flexing toes. "andrew andrew andrew", is all that sounds from you as you fall apart for him.

when you settle back into your body, pope gently removes his fingers that sparkle with your release then places a soft kiss to your nose. "so pretty. night sweetheart." his murmured words almost have you complying before you remember the task at hand. you follow when he rolls to lay on his back, crawling on him until you're straddling his tree trunk waist.

you rest your hands on his bare chest and whimper when you feel his hard on beneath you. " 'm not tired andy... lets keep going." pope blinks up at you for a second before his rugged face furrows in what looks like confusion. "but if we kept going… you'd have to— i don't want you to fake it for me."

um- what? your face mirrors his in perplexity now. "why- why would i have to fake it?" rolling your hips against the bulge in his boxers confirms that you definitely wouldn't have to fake any praise regarding how big he is.

pope stares at you as if this is some kind of test you're giving him, his large hands slide up and down your waist as his tone goes slightly cautious. "because you just finished and you need time before… you know. you can do it again." knowing your boyfriend and his inability to take anything lightly, you bite back your giggle at his words. "andy…" you explain slowly, carefully, "that's only true for men, not women."

he looks almost astonished, "what? r-really?" you nod in a gentle confirmation, no point in making him feel bad for not knowing something he clearly was never taught. you lean down to place tender kisses to his face. "you can make me feel good over and over again and i'll be able to finish. as many times as you want." pope's cheeks blush beneath your lips, grinding his hips up into yours enough to have both of you inhale sharply. "so… so i could use my mouth on you now?"

you hum in response, and even though the thought has your thighs squeeze at his waist, you're interested in something else. you both watch as you trace one of your fingers down his panting chest, then across each ridge of abs until you reach his waist band. "or…" you slowly slide your finger back an forth just beneath the fabric as you kiss his neck, "we could have sex."

his breath catches, swallowing once before saying, "you want to?" you're squirming on top of him in anticipation, words coming out all whiney but you don't even care. "so badly andy. need you inside me." instantly, pope is flipping you over until he's pressed on top of you, his lips moving against yours and his hand pulling off your panties is confirmation enough.

after he slides off his boxers, mutters one more, "you sure?", the two of you are moaning in between kisses as he pushes inside you, only starts to slide in and out of you after a minute of letting you adjust to his size.

already sensitive and vulnerable from your first orgasm, it's almost embarrassing how quickly you feel another one start to build when you feel pope's thick cock threaten to split you in half. it's a mess of tangled sweaty limbs, slow sensual strokes, and hushed "you f-feel s'good"'s, "you were made for me"'s that have you hiccuping and clawing at pope's muscular back.

he's intently watching your face as he makes love to you, tracking what angle makes you moan, what speed makes you twitch and what location of his kisses has you clench around him.

with his bottom lip tucked over his teeth in concentration, he hitches your leg higher up your waist to get even deeper inside you, causing his coarse hair at the base of his length to rut against your sensitive clit, and the body tingling pleasure rises uncontrollably.

your hands tighten at the nape of pope's neck and your legs shake around his waist as you whimper "gonna-gonna come andy! feels so- gonna- oh andy-!" he kisses you as you tighten and cry out his name, not changing his pace or the way he holds you at all in order to intensify your release. only when you regain some brain power do you realize he's still moving inside you.

his freckled face is squeezed impossibly tight, abs contracting with restraint, clearly trying not to come yet. "andy..?" you rub your thumb on his cheekbone and his eyes flutter open, hips faltering as he looks down at you. you peck at his lips. "you can come inside me. i wanna feel you."

pope quickly shakes his head as you both groan at a particularly deep thrust. "not yet. want-want you to gimme another one." your eyes widen at his raspy words when you realize what he means.

there's no time to argue as pope abruptly pulls out and flips you over, your yelp at the upwards yank of your hips quickly morphs into a moan as he easily thrusts back into your sopping cunt. "ffuuuucckk" is all he groans before starting to pound into you. a silent scream graces your lips as his cock stretches your soft walls relentlessly, keeping you lightheaded and tingly all over as you're filled by him completely.

his tight grip on your shoulder keeps you compliant for each powerful thrust, and you can barely hear your shaky moans over the slapping of his hips against your ass. pope's huffing and puffing behind you, desperately trying to fend off his own orgasm.

"c'mon. jus want one more sweetheart. p-please. give it ta'me." he grits out above your whines.

pope uses one strong hand at the base of your neck to press you into the mattress, and brings the other to roll your clit in between two chubby fingers. the angle has his his fat mushroomy tip rubbing against the softest part of you over and over and— "oh my fucking god andy im gonna-!"

your eyes roll back and you sob beneath him, not being able comprehend anything in your empty brain past the heat overtaking you and the stars twinkling behind your teary eyes. you're only vaguely aware and half conscious as the warmth of his come fills your fluttering pussy.

pope collapsing on top of you sobers you slightly, but not enough to do anything other than nod with a lopsided smile when he rolls you back over and asks "you okay?" as he gently licks up your tears.

your glazed over eyes flutter shut as he kisses you softly. your lips, then cheek… neck… breasts… stomach then— "think you can gimme another?" he rasps by the time he reaches your spread thighs and settles in between them with a hungry look on his flushed face.

maybe you shouldn't have told pope about the different refractory periods between men and women.

[mariasont]

big useless dick pope cody you are so important to me ❤️

[lostalioth]

IM SORRY-

You change to a picture of a rabbit and offer us no Jackrabbit Jack Abbot breeding kink? Not even a smidgen of him being a freak for reader? Not even a crumb of him sandwiching Robby between you so when he thrusts he pushes Michael into you, and doesn’t give him enough room to let him pull out when he whimpers he’s close?

Jail.

you’re right how dare i, so how about freaky jack, robby sandwiched between you and jack + breeding kink but it’s that jack wants ROBBY to get you pregnant???

cw: x fem!reader, breeding kink, not proofread, manipulative!jack, unprotected threesome

Micheal is a whining mess atop you, brows furrowed in bliss, spit coated lips parted as he stares down at you. Your legs frame his hips that are barely moving on their own, his heavy aching cock filling you. “Feel s’ big Mikey” you moan out, stroking your nails down his chest, leading down to scratch at his belly and the trail of hair that cascades down to his pelvis.   

All he can do is cry out when his hips drive forward by force pushing his leaking tip up against your walls that convulse and clench more around him. Babbling out a slurry mess of nonsense as Jack is behind him drilling his cock into his best friend, his silver curls sticking to his forehead, tongue poking through the side of his cheek. The motion of Jack's hips is the driving force that pushes Robby’s to move, pushing his cock deeper into your weeping pussy. “Is pathetic man, can’t even fuck our girl right when i’m inside you? Come on brother, give her something” Jack taunts with a deep chuckle, the hand not gripping onto micheal’s hips is reaching down to run along your calf, needing to always be touching the both of you in some form or another.

“Can’t! feels too good, both feel s’ good” Robby groans out, shutting his eyes and dropping his forehead to your bare tits. “It’s okay Mikey” you coo, raking your fingers through his hair, the action however only makes the knot in the pit of his stomach wined tighter. “Gonna cum, fuck- Jack!” he whimpers out, trying to push his hips back against the other mans cock in an attempt to pull out of you. This only forces Jack to snap his hips forward harshly, pushing every inch of the older man back inside you. A mix of strangled moans and cries fill the room. “Jackiee” you whine out as you grab onto Robby’s shoulder for stability. 

“No” Jack states firmly, enticing the word with another hard thrust. “You're gonna cum inside our sweet girl” he pets your legs before grabbing them and using that as leverage to drive his hips at a more brutal pace. His unrelenting thrusts push Robby’s cock now repeatedly at your g-spot, his full balls hitting your ass. Your head is spinning by now, the man above you looking at you pleading eyes and a flushed face as if you can be the one to bargain with the freaky menace that is Jack Abbot. “Ya’ gonna fill her up, maybe getting ‘er pregnant too” Jack rambles on, a determined look on his face. “Wouldn’t leave for sabbatical with our doll here pregnant would ya’ Micheal?” he coaxes. You're too far gone to argue or even really comprehend his words, mumbles and cries of “Want you to fill me up. Please Mikey, please! please cum f’ us”

Until with a simple praise of a “Good boy” from Jack and a whisper of “Please don’t leave” from you against Robby's lips does he paint the walls of your abused puffy cunt in ropes and ropes of cum.  

it’s 1am my brain went filthy manipulative places lmao, not proofread oops

[silverapex]

Mr. Grumpy's Espresso

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Toto Wolff x fem!reader

Summary: You start working as a barista in a tiny café near the Mercedes factory in Brackley. Toto Wolff starts coming in for coffee. You keep getting his name wrong. He keeps coming back anyway.

Warnings: grumpy/sunshine, fluff, coffee crimes, flirting through caffeine

Word count: 1.1k

The first thing you learn about working in a café near the Mercedes factory is that Formula 1 people do not drink coffee.

They consume it like fuel.

Engineers arrive with haunted eyes and laptops. Mechanics order double espressos like they are signing peace treaties. PR people ask for oat milk with the fragile desperation of soldiers in battle.

And then there is him.

Very tall. Serious. Black coat. Expensive watch. Face like someone has personally disappointed him before 8 a.m.

He steps up to the counter during your third week.

You look up with your brightest customer-service smile. “Good morning! What can I get for you?”

He blinks at you. Possibly because your cheerfulness hits him directly in the soul.

“Espresso,” he says.

Of course. No syrup. No milk. No joy.

“Coming right up,” you say. “Name?”

A pause.

“Toto.”

You nod confidently and write on the cup.

Tony.

He watches your hand. His eyebrow lifts.

You slide the cup toward the machine like nothing has happened.

Five minutes later, you call, “Espresso for Tony!”

The café goes strangely quiet. That's when you realize something has gone terribly wrong.

The tall man approaches the counter and looks at the cup. Then at you. Then back at the cup.

“Tony?” he asks.

You look at the cup. You look at him.

Your survival instinct briefly leaves the building.

“You looked like a Tony for a second.”

Behind him, one of the engineers chokes on a croissant.

The tall man stares at you. For one dangerous second, you think you are about to be banned from Brackley, Northamptonshire, and possibly motorsport entirely.

Then his mouth twitches. Barely. A tiny crack in the grumpy wall.

“I see,” he says.

“You can file a complaint.”

“With whom?”

“Me. I will handle it very badly.”

The twitch becomes almost a smile.

He takes the coffee. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Tony.”

His eyes narrow. You smile wider.

And that should be the end of it.

It is not.

He comes back the next day. Same black coat. Same serious expression. Same energy of a man who has read thirty emails before sunrise and hated twenty-nine of them.

“Good morning, Tony,” you say.

“My name is Toto.”

“Are you sure?”

He places both hands on the counter and looks at you like you are a regulation loophole.

“Yes.”

“Interesting. Espresso?”

“Yes.”

You write on the cup.

Torsten.

He watches. “Really?”

“It felt Austrian.”

“It is not my name.”

“It has character.”

“So does my actual name.”

You lean closer over the counter. “Does it?”

This time he actually smiles. Small. Quick. Dangerous.

Oh no. You are in trouble.

By the end of the week, he has been Tony, Torsten, Tobias, Tofu, and Mr. Tall Dark Espresso.

The last one makes him stop in front of the pick-up counter and stare at the cup for a long moment.

Then he looks at you. “Too long for a cup.”

“I had artistic inspiration.”

“You need a hobby.”

“This is my hobby.”

“Harassing customers?”

“Only the special ones.”

His expression changes. Just for a second. It's softer, warmer. Like you have caught him somewhere between amusement and surprise.

Then someone from Mercedes walks in, sees him smiling at you, and freezes so hard they nearly reverse back out of the café.

You glance behind Toto. “Your colleague looks frightened.”

“He is not used to seeing me smile before nine.”

“That sounds tragic.”

“It is efficient.”

“It sounds emotionally illegal.”

Toto picks up his coffee, but he does not leave immediately.

That becomes the new problem. At first, he only comes in for espresso. Then he starts asking what you recommend.

You give him a caramel latte once just to test the limits of his patience.

He takes one sip. His face does something complicated.

“Well?” you ask.

“It is sweet.”

“That is usually the point.”

“It tastes like dessert pretending to be coffee.”

“You say that like it’s an insult.”

“It is an observation.”

“Your observations are grumpy.”

“My coffee is ruined.”

“You drank half of it.”

He looks down at the cup. Betrayal, pure betrayal.

“I was being polite.”

“Sure, Tony.”

He returns the next morning and orders the same thing.

You say nothing. You only smile.

He sighs. “Not one word.”

“I would never.”

“You are smiling.”

“That is my face.”

“That is trouble.”

“Also my face.”

He shakes his head, but there it is again. That smile. The real one now. Tired at the edges, but warm. Yours, somehow, because you dragged it out of him with bad handwriting and excessive enthusiasm.

Two weeks later, you know his order before he speaks.

One espresso when he has meetings. One flat white when he is pretending to be relaxed. One caramel latte when he is lying to himself.

He knows you start at seven. He knows you hate cleaning the milk steamer. He knows you once dropped an entire tray of muffins and called it “a bakery landslide.” He knows you sing quietly when the café is empty.

And you know he starts choosing your café even when someone from Mercedes could bring him coffee.

One rainy morning, he comes in later than usual. His coat is damp, his hair slightly messy, and his face locked in full storm-cloud mode.

You take one look at him and say, “Emergency coffee?”

“Yes.”

“Bad meeting?”

“Several.”

“Did anyone survive?”

“Unfortunately.”

You bite your lip to stop laughing.

He watches you do it. His expression softens again.

You write on the cup carefully this time.

Toto.

No joke. No nickname. Just his name.

When you hand it to him, he looks at it. Then at you. “You spelled it correctly.”

“I’m full of surprises.”

“I noticed.”

Your cheeks warm. Terrible. Very unprofessional. You are a sunshine barista, not a woman about to be defeated by one tall Austrian and his stupidly nice smile.

He takes the cup, but his fingers brush yours.

It is brief. Still, your brain immediately spills all its emotional muffins on the floor.

Toto looks down at your hands. Then back at your face. “Would you like to have coffee with me?” he asks.

You blink. “I make coffee for you every day.”

“No.” His mouth curves. “I mean when you are not paid to be nice to me.”

You gasp. “You think I’m nice because I’m paid?”

“You called me Tofu.”

“With affection.”

“That makes it worse.”

You grin. "Then yes. I'd be more than happy to have coffee with you."

His smile comes slowly. Full this time. Soft enough to ruin your morning and possibly your whole life.

“Good.”

“But I’m writing your name on the cup.”

“I expected nothing less.”

You reach for a clean cup and write in bold letters:

Mr. Grumpy

He looks at it. Then at you. “You are impossible.”

You beam at him. “And yet you willingly walk in here every morning.”

He leans slightly closer, voice low, amused, and warm. “Yes,” he says. “I do. But please don’t tell anyone. I have a reputation.”

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Basket Case - A Tom Hardy Smut

The one where you anger Tom with your refusal to admit your feelings for him, until he gets you worked up enough that you can’t deny your desires anymore.

Warnings: smut, age gap, lots of swears, dirty talk (I can’t write smut without it), thigh riding, unprotected sex, overstimulation, spanking (briefly), pleasing kink? is that a thing? I might be making stuff up at this point tbh, hair pulling ‘cause I’m basic like that, squirting

A/N: This is pretty much a pwp motivated by my need to see more stories about this man. I hope someone else in this void is as attracted to him as I am. Enjoy!

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[zivistardust]

Starting a list of alternate careers for reader! in the hospital that aren’t nurse, doctor, or social working just incase anyone wants some diversity/new ideas/inspo?

Feel free to comment! I’ll add to list!

Child life specialist

Pediatrics tutor

Specialist technicians (sterile processing, phlebotomy, lab techs, respiratory, imaging)

Coding and billing

Case managers

Physical therapy and occupational therapy

from @mixedfandomfics

Floating unit clerk

HR secretary (+ HR staff in general)

From @ddaeng-danvers

Speach language pathologist

From @honestlystop

Hospital food services/hospitality and food (and dietecians)

Patient advocates

Volunteers of various varieties

Gift shop staff

[zivistardust]

This got ALOT more attention than i expected (which is lovely!!!!) and i will try to get to adding everyone’s contributions whenever i can! Sorry for the delay

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Hi!! Can you please help me find a criminal minds fic?? It’s about hotch and a young BAU reader, where they are in a secret relationship/situatuionship coz hotch thinks that she is too young for him. But then she ends up pregnant and everyone on the team seems nice about it but say something bad about her and she hears it and hotch notices how much that hurt her. He ends up confessing that he is the father and that he actually loves her.

I can’t remember who wrote it and when. I found it last week and app crashed in the middle of reading so it was lost.

Thank you.

I have not read it, but maybe someone can point us in the direction?

Hope you'll find it, nonnie!

[buckyownsmylife]

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The one where Aaron hurts you, but he knows just how to heal you.

Warnings: angst, depression, self-harm thoughts and discussions, smut, bdsm dynamics, daddy kink, spankings, and I think that’s about it.

Don’t hurt yourself  🔥

The one where Hotch’s responsible for your safety  

Warnings: smut, boss-employee relationship, angsty vibes, a whole lot of feels, dirty talk, one darker thought, kind of breeding kink?

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The one where the reader is depressed and Charles is desperate to help.  

Warnings: depressive and suicidal thoughts, angst, smut

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Lucky - smut

The one where Logan catches you touching yourself when you’re supposed to be his.

Warnings: masturbation (f), oral sex (f), slight voyeurism, playful possessiveness, reader is a dumbass, Logan is in love, p in v, dirty talk, unprotected sex, a single spank, kind of a cum kink?, creampie

First burn - smut

The one where Logan is so crazy to make sure that everyone knows you’re his, that he fucks you in front of everyone.

Warnings: possessiveness, public sex, exhibitionism kink, humiliation kink (reader likes being called a whore), daddy kink, choking kink

Heartbeat Slowing Down - smut (drabbles)

The one where Logan is a mobster and you need to be reminded that you belong to him.

Warnings: smut, noncon, gun play, crying during sex. Don’t read it if it’s not your thing, I don’t have any kinks over people complaining about their own choices.

Untangle Me - smut

The one where once it becomes clear that Logan is your alpha, he’s the one left pining.

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, smut, dirty talk, possessiveness, brief masturbation (f,m), use of the word whore in bed, reference to using the person for personal pleasure

Elastic Heart  💕🔥 💎

The one where it started out as a bet but now Logan won't let you go.

Warnings: NONCON, smut, angst, age gap, manipulation, deception, sex in a public place, choking, threats, slapping (face), praise kink, crying, unprotected sex

My Lucky Stars 🔥 

The one where Logan is the most feared pirate in all of the seven seas

Warnings: smut, pirate!au, age gap, angst, thought of deception, talk of “virginity”, fake sexual slavery transaction (implied), spanking as punishment (not previously discussed), implied dacryphilia, oral (f), rimming, alcohol, p in v, orgasm control

call it what you want 🔥

The one where Natasha doesn’t take it lightly when you seem interested in ending your arrangement

Warnings: smut, dubcon/noncon, jealousy,  dom/sub relationship, vindictive!ex!Natasha, implied threat of murder (towards third-party), bi!reader, possessive and aggressive sex, hair-pulling, degradation (kink): name-calling (whore, slut), strap-on sex, dirty talk

Victorious  🔥  💕

The one where he makes you watch as he fucks someone else because you can't fit his dick inside of you.

Warnings: smut, sam x nameless oc, reader x nameless oc, cuckolding, reader is the cuck, humiliation, reader gets off on it, b-word, nameless third party, self-loathing, submissive reader, cum-eating, oral female receiving, oral female giving

something to die for 🔥

The one where you’re his professor

Warnings: professor/student relationship, smut, age gap

a love like war 🔥

The one where Sam’s your best friend and Bucky’s your boyfriend, but they both want you naked.

Warnings: smut, name-calling, dirty talk, voyeurism?, cuckolding?, definitely a sharing thing

I would - Tony Stark x Reader x Sam Wilson  🔥💎

The one where Tony knows that you’re Sam’s girl, but that doesn’t stop him from listening in on locker room talk.

Warnings: Sam sharing private things about your relationship with his friends and basically disclosing your sexual relationship. You can read it as if you're into it or not, your choice.

let him know 🔥

The one where you don't care if people tell Samuel what you've been up to.

Warnings: smut, mob boss au, exhibitionism, public sex, angsty open ending.

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Let me try 🔥

The one where you're the only person who can get Tony to do his tasks

Warnings: smut, fingerfucking, oral sex (f), crying from oversensitivity, mentions of being shared, cursing, a bit of comedy, (typical Tony shenanigans)

I would - Tony Stark x Reader x Sam Wilson  🔥💎

The one where Tony knows that you’re Sam’s girl, but that doesn’t stop him from listening in on locker room talk.

Warnings: Sam sharing private things about your relationship with his friends and basically disclosing your sexual relationship. You can read it as if you're into it or not, your choice.

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You’re the top  ✨ 🔥

The one where you’re a famous singer and Harry takes an interest on you after joining you on stage during a performance.

Warnings: Smut, BDSM-y?, Kind of Dom! Harry, swearing, spanking, bit of degradation, face-fucking, A LOT of dirty talking, brief mention of an age gap, overstimulation, unprotected sex, bit of daddy kink.

Suddenly 🔥

The one where you and Harry make a sex tape.

Warnings: creampie, oral sex (m), p in v, sex tape being recorded, curse words, can’t think of anything else but there’s probably more

Fast and Slow 🔥

The one where your dom lent you to Harry and he’s very eager to have you.

Warnings: smut, oral sex (m), p in v, overstimulation, sex bench, sex fluids, cursing, bdsm, restraints, sharing kink?, Harry is a soft dom and calls you “little one” a lot.

off to the races - smut

the one where harry was your boss and now that he’s not…

Warnings: former work relationship, harry is known for sleeping around in this one, reader finds it hot and likes it rough, sir kink, smut in general

Say it, Just Say it - smut

The one where you and Harry hate each other.

Warnings: hate sex, use of the words bitch and whore.

Hands to Myself - smut

The one where Harry's your boss and likes to be called daddy

Warnings: employee relationship, spanking, daddy kink, jealousy, blowjob

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Do it - Tom Holland/Jake Gyllenhaal/Reader smut 

The one where Tom, your boyfriend, has a cuckold kink and Jake has shown interest in you.

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, cursing, cuckold kink, creampie, oral (f), kind of a sharing kink again?, cum eating

Dressed in black - Jake Gyllenhaal/Chris Evans/Sebastian Stan/Reader smut (drabbles)

The one where Jake gives you much more than what you were expecting for your birthday, with the help of two of his friends: Sebastian and Chris.

Warnings: triple penetration. Oral (m), p in v and p in a. Curse words and somewhat of a dark sentence uttered by Jake, but in the context of something he knew reader would enjoy.

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Basket Case - Smut (drabbles)

The one where you anger Tom with your refusal to admit your feelings for him, until he gets you worked up enough that you can’t deny your desires anymore.

Warnings: smut, age gap, lots of swears, dirty talk (I can’t write smut without it), thigh riding, unprotected sex, overstimulation, spanking (briefly), pleasing kink? is that a thing? I might be making stuff up at this point tbh, hair pulling ‘cause I’m basic like that, squirting

Catch me -  smut  (drabbles)

The one where you’re Tom’s neighbor and he comes to your place after he’s locked out of his house on a rainy night. Requested by anon. + Dry Humping also requested by different anon ask

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, cursing

Albatross - smut (drabbles)

The one where your bond is revealed when you become of age and present, but your mate is your father’s best friend.

Warnings: smut, p in v, oral sex (f) a/b/o dynamics, age difference, dirty talk, curse words

Take me - smut (drabbles)

The one where you’ve given free reign of your body over to Tom and he’s making the most out of it.

Warnings: spreader bars, fingerfucking, dirty talk, curses, overstimulation.

white winter hymnal - smut (drabbles)

The one where you’re Tom’s PA and you two get snowed in.

Warnings: smut, boss/employee relationship, dirty talk, kind of sexist remarks?, that wasn’t my intention, but maybe that’s how you’ll see it, so I should warn you about it, reader is very sex positive in this fic, idiot in lust, PA!Reader, jealous!Tom, kinda possessive! or maybe asshole!Tom, again it wasn’t my intention, I just wanted to write some dirty talk, use of the term cockslut and another that I can’t remember, or maybe it was cockslut twice

into you -  smut (drabbles)

The one where you help him read his lines and things get slightly out of script

Warnings: smut, no foreplay, unprotected sex

Walk Away - smut

The one where Tom is your mentor and really shouldn’t feel this attracted to you.

Warnings: smut, age gap, famous!reader, mentor!Tom Hardy, breeding kink, risky sex, tiny insinuation of a size kink, (blink and you’ll miss), mention of a panic attack with barely any descriptions of it

Closed Signal - smut

The one where Tom fears he might be getting too old for you

Warnings: smut, implied age gap, implied size kink, inappropriate drunk friend, insecure!Tom, dirty talk, daddy kink, exhibitionism kink, mention of overstimulation, name-calling, jealousy, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie

Nothing But Trouble - smut

The one where Tom's your boyfriend's best friend, but he wants his spot.

Warnings: smut, infidelity (reader cheats on OC boyfriend with Tom), flirty!Tom, insecure!reader, deprived!reader, possessiveness, light choking, brief fingering, kinda mean!Tom, p in v, brief anal play, talk of anal, talk of cuckoldery, unprotected sex

Animal of the Night - smut

The one where you decided to tempt Tom by wearing a sexy Venom costume.

Warnings: smut, jealousy, possessiveness, daddy kink, oral sex (m), spanking, dirty talk, name-calling, choking

Sleepyhead - smut

The one where you wake up together

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, I think that’s about it, this is pretty soft

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Drunk on Your Love - Smut

The one where Tom is your best friend and you’ve been pretending you’re not attracted to him because you tend to go for older men, until he confronts you during a party.

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism, lots of dirty talk, swear words, choking kink, daddy kink, degradation kink maybe? idk, you tell me, spanking kink

Every Part of me -  smut

The one where you and Tom are ex-lovers

Warnings: smut, kinda dubcon? but maybe not really (Tom just steps in and makes sexual decisions without discussing previously with the reader, but she accepts it wholeheartedly), slight degradation (Tom calls the reader cockslut and greedy little whore and dumb little baby, but I think that’s it), face fucking that causes slight asphyxiation, breeding kink, rough sex, dirty talk, spanking and the likes

Je Veux -  Smut

The one where Tom is a biker and you’ve been trying to get him to take your virginity, but he’s been keeping you away until the day you’re in need of a ride.

Warnings: pwp, motorcycles, loss of virginity, cursing, teasing from both sides, sexual activities in a public environment, a lot of dirty talk, impatient Tom, daddy kink, multiple orgasms, dominant Tom, possessive Tom, breeding kink

de l’amour - smut (je veux pt. ii)

the one where your parents tried to keep you two away, but your biker boyfriend always gets his way (specially when it comes to you)

Warnings: rough sex, like to the point of almost dubcon, pregnancy, oral (f), masturbation (f), doggy style, overstimulation, dirty talk

Do it - Tom Holland/Jake Gyllenhaal/Reader smut

The one where Tom, your boyfriend, has a cuckold kink and Jake has shown interest in you.

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, cursing, cuckold kink, creampie, oral (f), kind of a sharing kink again?, cum eating

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