Ok kinda vague I know, but any fluff to smut headcanons about any Henry character???
Fluffy Headcanons: Falling in Love with you
How about the moment when he realizes he is in love with you and tries to get your attention? 🥰
Henry
Henry claims he doesn’t know how to act when he likes a girl. It’s kind of true and even worse since you are not just any girl. The truth is he liked you from the moment you were introduced. A liking that kept blooming in his chest whenever he saw you or even heard your name.
He always enjoyed speaking to you, the way you really listened and you couldn’t help but notice how he stared back at you in his ocean blue eyes, drowning into every word you said.
Often he would text you, sending you silly memes, cute animal videos and asking you about your day. He would compliment you too, on occasion, admiring your mind, your humour (you make him laugh like no one else does) and your beauty too of course.
But he never said a word, too afraid you won’t return his feelings and the magic of the possibility that one day you’ll come out first, will be broken.
More characters below the cut!
Charles
Charles has a history, no one ever refused him and he was probably with more women than the king of England himself. Yet he matured to be a fine man.
You vex him at first, a spitfire, so stubborn and full of opinions. You won’t settle and act properly like most of the girls at court. Yet it’s not too long before he realizes these are all the qualities he likes about you.
Being a man of culture, sophistication and romance, he begins to write you love poems and sends one of the servants to leave them in your bed-chamber, he adds a flower to every note. In his letters, he confesses his love to you in the most erotic and sensual ways. Oh how he would like to taste the honey off your lips and feel your heart beating next to his naked skin.
August
Okay, let’s just say that if Kingstach here “decided” he is in love with, you are in grave trouble. August doesn’t take no for an answer and if he sets his mind on a target he means to succeed.
The thing is, a man like August doesn’t love, or at least that’s what he’d like to think. You caught his attention a while ago, at first you intrigue him, he finds himself trying to find information about you, either by gently interrogating you or putting his CIA resources to use. He finds out where you live and watches you through the window every night, learning more about your behaviour, determining your emotional status.
You start finding little gifts at your door, you are not sure who they are from, he never leaves his name or any indication. It starts small, a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates, which escalates to expensive luxurious gifts, some quite disturbing. When you throw away the set of outrageous lingerie, he fumes, yet there is nothing he can do about it. He is about to go and do something extreme and if anyone finds out how he feels about you, it will put you in danger.
That’s when he realizes, he likes you. Guess he will just have to take you with him then.
Stephen
The little baby. He is still too young and you are his first love. He works for your parents, sort of and known you since you were both kids and ever since then he liked you and imagined how you’ll be his first kiss.
But he is shy, he blushes when you are nearby, scratching at his nape and smiling sheepishly. He does everything around the house to appease you if you need something fixed he’ll fix it in second. He even goes out of his way to buy you an expensive typewriter because he knows you love to write stories, it’s all the money he has in the world and he spends it on you.
He finally gains the courage to ask you out on a stroll to which you obviously approve. During the walk, he holds your hand and when the star begins to shine he moves to close the distance between you and press a gentle kiss on your lips.
Walter
The big grumpy bear hardly has time to anything but work and sulking all day long. Police enforcement is a harsh life and the things he has to witness surrounds his world in darkness. He is a tough shell, yet beneath that brooding face, there is a soft heart that needs to be loved.
You catch his eye right away, it’s your graceful empathy, the way you care for others and look into his eyes as if you can drink up all that sorrow in him. He never shows any emotion on his face other than his usual frown but then he brings you a caramel macchiato every morning and sometimes a delicious pastry.
One day you get to the office and as he appears on your doorstep to greet you “good morning” you notice he hasn’t brought you anything this time. Instead, he asks if you’d like to have breakfast with him someplace nice.
Captain Syverson
Do not expect the big grunt to be romantic and offer you flowers. Sy is all confidence and a pinch of arrogance too. He knows ladies are lining up and he knows he can make them drop one by one. But he only has eyes for you.
Since you work together, he is gonna come up as an asshole at first, being extra hard on your ass. But then he is also kinda protective and possessive. Always making sure your helmet is tight enough around your head before heading on a mission.
Your unit spends some time at the local pub and this guy tries to pick you up. Sy notices you don’t like it and before you even manage to say a word he comes up and asks the guy to leave you alone, nicely. That guy must have some death wish since he ignores Sy and keeps harassing you.
Next thing you know that jerk is on the floor in a half-nelson hold and a black eyes. After that, Sy doesn’t even need to ask, your panties are on his floor by the end of the night.
Geralt
They say that Witchers don’t have any emotions, but it’s quite the opposite. They feel more intensely than anyone else.
Every time he comes to the tavern and finds you there he can’t see or hear anyone else but you. He sits by your side while you get drunk on ale and beat him at Gwent. Silently, never uttering a word, he looks at you adoringly while you speak and tell him your crazy tales.
When it’s time for you to go home he walks you to your door, making sure you make it safe. Drunkenly you swagger onto him and dare to steal a kiss from his perfect lips. Geralt smiles, stroking your hair back and looking into your eyes. He doesn’t dare taking advantage of you in your current situation and only wish you’d remember you kiss him come morning.
Ok, let's get to the serious discussion. What do you do that is a HUGE turn on for Henry (and characters if you want)...
Let’s do this
Henry and Char’s turn-ons:
Henry is turned on by watching you walk around the house wearing nothing but his t-shirt, he just can’t with how sexy you look wearing what’s his. The hem is riding to your thighs and the outlines of your breasts are visible through the thin fabric. It takes about 4 seconds and you find yourself thrown over his shoulder with his hand slapping your ass possessively.
His second biggest turn on, is when you talk history, he just can’t with how smart you are. If you’re at a pub and you start rambling, you might find his hand slipping into your jeans.
Geralt likes his women strong, independent and smelling nicely. You happen to be a combination of all. He gets hard when you’re telling someone off and putting them in their place and boy, if you’re having an argument and you’re standing up to him with your chest all puffed it always ends up with him plastering you against the wall and crushing his lips against your with hot passion.
Walter has a secret. He loves it when you role play and pretend to be his dirty little slut. It felt weird at first, you’re both so domestic and he is your cuddly bear. But you were wearing that dress and fooling around asking him if you look like a “working girl” and the next thing you knew, you were handcuffed to his bed getting a full cavity search.
Captain Syverson loves to see you come and gets off rom you touching yourself, he walked in on you once when you were in bed, unaware that he got back home. You were so embarrassed but then he just stood there and started giving you commands how to please yourself while he was pulling out his cock and jacking off to you.
August Walker two things turn August on. The first thing is when you bite your knuckles and stare at him with big innocent eyes. He likes to sit on top of you and take photos with his phone of you lying beneath him posing that way, right before he fucks your throat.
The second one is violence. Hand to hand combat, sniping people down and gun fights get him hard. It’s kinda embarrassing to work with him...
Mike MILFs. Mike likes older women, he likes them experienced, mature and MARRIED. He doesn’t mind if you have two kids and he is really tuned on by the idea of getting caught. Afternoon delight? Don’t mind if he will.
Napoleon Solo is turned on by Literally EVERYTHING. Let’s just say he never had an erectile dysfunction. Even when he is drunk he preforms above normal. The weirdest one you had was when you were having a piece of cake in a fancy Italian restaurant. He gave you that look and vanished beneath the table. You were having your cake and he was getting some of your pie.
Clark Kent. Oh, the damsel in distress thing is REALLY his thing. The first time he kisses you is right after saving your life and since you have a neck of getting into trouble, every time he saves you ends up with him flying you to some secluded place so he can have his way with you right away.
Stephen Colley This innocent little baby is turned on by having you touch him. Even just a small touch is enough to make him stir uncomfortably in his chair. You see, he’s never been with a girl. :X
Charles Brandon Our gorgeous Charles happens to like his women bold and feisty. He gets turned on by seeing you wielding a sword. Even though women are not allowed to be warriors, you don’t give two fucks. You practice in the stables secretly, swinging your sword in nothing but your bodice when Charles finds you. He challenges you to a dual and well, winner gets to be on top.
Will Shaw recently found out that the thrill of the chase kinda gets him in the mood. He might have joined the CIA right after what happened with his father and it might be that after every mission when he is fighting for his life, the first thing he wants to do is you.
Theseus has a thing for asses. You bend over and his hands are already on you, and he favours taking you from behind, with your knees chaffing on the sand.
Evan likes it when you talk dirty to him. If he is away he’d call you in the middle of the night and ask you to describe exactly what you are doing with your body, and of course, during sex he wants to hear you say how much you like having his cock inside your pussy
Randy Lee James even though someone literally named him “horny”, he is actually a big fluff and what turns him on is nothing but that look you have in your eyes when you tell him you love him. He can stay in bed with you for days, just making love lazily.
Melot okay, he might not want to admit it, but baby-boy Melot gets off from being jealous. If you flirt with someone else or even just touch another guy, he’ll snatch you away and fuck you hard against a tree bark.
@radaofrivia has given me the best idea, so here we go, defining their taste in music!
Walter Marshall - Heavy Metal, Black Metal, Prog, alternative metal and good ol’ 90s grunge but every now and then some rap too. Let’s face it, guy works in highly dark profession, only wears black, has a beard and semi-long hair. Don’t let the law enforcement job fool you, he needs to release some aggression.
Fave artists: Alice in Chains, Gojira, Tool, Opeth, Rage Against the Machine, Faith no More.
Captain Syverson - the answer is staring us in the face. Captain BDE is an old-schooler. He loves the fathers of metal; old rock classics and country rock and he ain’t into whatever these kids today listen to.
Faves: Lynyrd Skynyrd, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Black Sabbath, AC/DC.
August Walker - August doesn’t listen to that modern shit. Classical music is what really gets him off. And when I say off I mean it.
Faves: Mozart, Bach, Vivaldi, Beethoven. Though secretly a Lana Del Rey fan. She sings about daddy…
Clark Kent - Human puppy cub Clark is soft. He loves the more indie type of music and soft rock/pop hits.
Fave: He’s into The National, The Revivalists, Interpol, Franz Ferdinand.
Napoleon Solo - First thing first, he’s a music man. Secondly: look at him, he’s a Sintra fan. Boy is smooth. He’s into those 50-60′s good ol’ artists, rocknroll and of course italian love songs.
Faves: Frank Sinatra, Elvis, Ray Charles, Cream, The beach boys.
Will Shaw - is into R&B, Hiphop and 90′s rap. He also loves some rock but not as much, just the very popular ones.
Faves: Tupac, Snoop Dogg, Mos Def, The weekend and Foo Fighters
Evan Marshall - Stoners rock and alternative rock. Evan likes everything that’s unconventional and expands his horizons.
Faves: Melvins, The Black Angels, Acid King, Dax Riggs, Queens of the Stone Age.
Charles Brandon - Ok… he doesn’t really live in our days but let’s say he did, Charlie boy would be into all the erotic music chill music, trip hop, electro-pop
Faves: Massive Attack, Lovage, Goldfrapp, Portishead, Zero 7, Justice.
Geralt of Rivia - Yeah okay another one… but if he did live in our days, Geralt would be totally into Melodic death metal, Power Metal, Folk Metal and every nerdy fantasy metal there is.
Mike - Nu metal and goth-synth metal(?), the guy is from the early 2000 after all. He’s into whatever they are playing at that party
Faves: Linkin Park, Korn, Disturbed, Orgy, Deftones, Static X.
Randy Lee James - He’s a romantic puppy and he’s into cheesy 80′s pop and 80′s glam metal, he’ll be blasting those on his boat and offer you to join him for a dance.
Faves: Aha, Duran Duran, Tears for Fears, Bon Jovi, New Order.
Melot - Our boy is a little bit brooding, guess what? He’s into Thrash metal, everything that’s tough and angry is for him.
What started as fluffying Sy's bird with some cocconut oil (because you loved the smell pf it and the big man couldn't say no to his woman) ended with him smoothing every inch of your skin with it 🧚♀️
Summary: Domestic romance - Syverson is snooping around while you are doing your midnight skin routine and things turn rather slippery.
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader
Words: 1k
Warning: 18+, Fluff to smut. Minors DNI. Groping, dirty language, sensual touching, vaginal fingering, slight body insecurity.
*I give no permission to copy, translate or repost my work or any parts of it.
A/N: Did not mean for this to be longer than a drabble but here we are. Not beta'd! I will die on my mistakes like August slipping off a cliff and getting hammered by a hook to the face. Extra credits in the end.
Midnight Rituals
Four years of marriage melted into recurring domestic rituals. Every night you would watch the same sitcom, Sy would drink a cup of Irish coffee while you sipped sweetened Chai, then around midnight, he would jump into a quick shower while you took time performing your skincare routine.
Just like every other night, you stood before the mirror, a black robe made out of silk hung loose upon your body, exposing a hint of lacey lingerie. Peering at yourself in the mirror, you twisted open a jar of new coconut oil.
"What you got over there?"
As if summoned, the large Captain appeared behind you. A soft smirk rounded his tanned cheeks while he approached and pressed his chin at the crest of your head.
Unapologetically, his gaze fell on your cleavage, admiring what he declared his.
You smiled in return, massaging the oil into your wrists.
"Coconut oil, it's good for your skin. It lubricates and nourishes it."
"Hmm," Sy hummed in delight and locked his arms around your belly. Both his smile and eyes flared with mischief. "What else is it good lubricating?"
Snorting, you turned in his embrace, though your glee shortly lived as your eyes detected the dust of white hair that decorated his beard. There were more than a few by now, yet still, you could count them, making sure they are all in place and listing all the new ones that appeared.
Your big bear was growing old, and you welcome that change with a maw of joy.
"It's good for beards," you mentioned while dipping two fingers into the creamy oil, "may I?"
Sy nodded at your request, his eyes carefully following your hand as you reached it to his face and began coating his beard.
"Christ, that scent," he sniffed.
"You don't like it?"
Sy scoffed, making a silly face. Gently, slowly, your fingertips combed the oil deeper into the greying nestle, sensing his warm skin. He groaned where your flesh touched his.
"Smells like a strip joint," he provoked and scrunched his nose, "which makes me wonder..." his eyes fell on your cleavage again, alight with dark desire.
"How would you know what a strip joint smells like?!" You frowned, though Syverson had a mind for midnight mischief, ignoring your agitated response.
His thick fingers made the jar look puny as he slid two of them inside, pumping them in and out twice and then pulling them out to glisten in the light.
Your cunt twitched merely from the sight.
'For crying out loud, everything he does!'
Noticing the desperation on your face, he chuckled, his clean hand softly landed on your shoulder, tipping the robe until it spilt from your body and unveiled the set of sexy lingerie.
"Sweet. Is that for me, sugarbutt?"
You opened your mouth to speak, but only a moan left your throat.
Collarbone, sternum, his oily fingers smoothly made a path down the bare part of your chest; warm and solid, they pressed into your flesh, leaving behind a hot trail that made the hairs of your nape bristle.
"Sy... darling..." you mumbled, letting your eyes fall shut at the sweetness of his touch.
"Darlin'," he retorted, coating his other hand in the thick liquid and casually caressing over your clad breast before his hand further glided down your belly.
A small flame of insecurity lit in your mind, only to be extinguished by Syverson's loving touch. Like any other woman, you've always been slightly self-conscious of these parts of you, but even with your eyes shut, you could sense his admiring gaze drinking your half-naked body.
As if reading your mind, he groaned out praises, "I love your body, darlin'. You are so beautiful."
"I love you, Sy." You threw your head back, allowing him to continue his savvy exploration. He was a man on a journey, an adventurer, turning your body into his expedition and the way he embarked through you sent vigorous quakes through your thighs. With his gaze intent on yours, he coiled his digits under the delicate straps of your underwear.
In seconds only, they piled at your feet.
Sharply, you inhaled, your slit twitching, lips tingling at the warmth of his touch drawing dangerously close to the apex of your thighs. Keen of every part of you better than you knew yourself, he mapped a trail to your mound and brushed his damp fingertips from your loins to your core.
"Oh my god..."
You broke, knees wildly shaking as Syverson reached to stroke between your swollen petals. Back and forth, he teased, giving fair treatment to your pearl and drawing back to caress the seams of your dripping slit.
"That's a hot juicy peach you got there, ma'am. Is that for me?" He drawled, eliciting a peal of moans and whimpers to spill from your gaping mouth. Unwitted, you swayed your hips to move into the rhythm of his strokes, desperately trying to evoke more friction, to urge him inside you.
"Sy, I want you..." Your hand snapped onto the edge of the porcelain sink to prevent you from falling, "make me come."
"Yeah, that's right, darlin'," Sy countered back, pressing the entirety of his large palm flat against your cunt while his thumb gyrated around your clit.
"Ride with me, baby. You are so beautiful when you come." Sy groaned at your desperate moans, mimicking and guiding you toward your climax.
Never in your life did you imagine you would harness such pleasure from something so simple. Although you wanted to feel the girth of his meaty cock splitting you asunder, the oxymoronic tenderness of his rough touch was enough to bring you to such heightens of bliss your entire body urgently thrashed.
Adulating your hip in vehement rhythm, you rode his fingers and crashed into the increasing sway of his hand until at least a spectrum of colours washed your veiled sight and in a final cry of pleasure, you imploded into rapture.
Sy watched you intently as you came, as he would always do. His pale sapphires read every quiver and flutter of your lips and lashes, preserving the sight of you in his heart.
"Good girl, such a good, good girl." He uttered before letting your trembling body fall into his welcoming embrace.
Still crying out your pleasure, you rested your cheek upon his broad shoulder, your mind buzzing, swarmed by thoughts of bliss and wonder.
"After..." you tried to speak, "after all these years together, I am still surprised that you still want me..."
Sy gave a soft chuckle while rocking you in his arms, his bearded chin fell to the top of your head before he squeezed you harder.
"Darlin', every night I go to sleep wanting you even more than before."
Convincing Sy to shave cause. "I haven't seen your "face" since high school!"
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Unnamed OFC
Word count: 595
Warning: fluff to a hint of smut, hinted oral, Sy’s majestic beard.
A valid argument.
"You keep that god damn thing away from me, woman!" Sy pointed a finger warningly, both his jaw and gut clenched at the terrifying sight of the machine held by her hand. With an elbow perched against the door frame, she blocked his exit from the bathroom, smiling wickedly and switching the device on.
Bzzz... bzzz...
Never in his life did Syverson feel so vulnerable. The only thing protecting his asset was a measly white towel, and while he could fling this woman over his shoulder in one swing of an arm, it did nothing to deter the tightening knot in his chest.
Wars. The Captain survived wars, yet there he stood, anxious at the face of a woman holding a shaving device.
"C'mon, babe, I haven't seen that pretty face in 15 years..." A blaze of a whimsical wildfire sparked her gaze as her finger flicked the switch on and off. "I miss those big dimples. I want to see them again. Them and that chiselled chin."
"I want to fly to space and bring you back a moonrock, darlin', but you can't always get what you want." He folded his arms and shook his head with utter disdain. "The. beard. stays."
"Don't be such a big baby. It'll grow back."
Like a huge sulking hound, the Captain huffed and shook his head once more, adamant to his decision. Fresh droplets of water dripped from his bristle and travelled down his neck and chest, falling onto his shaggy hide like diamonds on dark fur. Her eyes followed the rivulets, watching them glide down his taut torso and disappear below the towel.
Slowly, she fixed her stare back at his face, her lashes fluttering like black butterflies and her lips pressing into the sweetest pout. "Won't you do it for me?"
Sy narrowed his eyes at the obvious facade but then broke into a smirk and paced toward her. His hand seized her wrist, gingerly prying the humming device from her fingers and placing it away.
"Darlin', I'll do anything for love," he drawled and then swiftly hauled her against his wet body, eliciting a piteous gasp from her gaping mouth. Holding her near, Sy wasted no time; his large paw smoothed its way across the pillows of her ass and squeezed it with the elegance of a bull.
"But I won't do this..." he tilted his head and nuzzled her neck.
"I can't believe you are quoting Meatloaf..." she answered with a tremor on her tongue, too meek to protest as Sy successfully pulled each of the strings of her desire.
"Mmhmm, and besides, I know you love the way it feels..." he threatened playfully and buried his face at the crook of her collar-bone, deliberately grazing the coarse hair against her supple skin. In seconds only, she was weightless, hums and moans of bliss sputtered from her mouth, and her thighs ground together in order to comfort the tingling need that grew into burning desperation.
"Bastard..." she whispered, pressing her groin to his. Sy grinned against her neck, praising her with a hasty nip before he began descending down the planes of her body, pleased at how quickly she succumbed to his possessive touch.
"Oh, baby, don't be like that," he chuckled and fumbled with the button and zipper of her jeans, "you know I love nothing more than having my beard drenched by your juice."
Closing her eyes, she completely surrendered, biting her bottom lip in anticipation to feel his rugged face where it belonged.
Summary: Part Two to Let Me In - After a night of being an asshole, getting drunk and then falling asleep when you were just finally getting into the mood. The Captain wakes up finding himself in somewhat of a pickle.
Read Part One
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Reader (You)
Word count: 4.1K
Warnings: Explicit Smut, Male Sub / FemDom, bondage, sex toys (woman playing with a vibrator), oral preformed on a male and a female (face-sitting), power play, teasing, unprotected sex, bodily fluids. All the good stuff.
A/N: SmuttyWeekend Commences! Guys this is my first MaleSub and I was struggling with it being a FemSub. So please gimmie feedback. 😥😥😥😥 Many thanks to @agniavateira who edits my work.
Summary: You have your very first fight and he is not inclined on apologizing properly. So he is trying a different trick of winning your heart back.
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Reader (You)
Word count: 2.8k
Warnings: Smut + Fluff, Captain Cunnilingus returns with some Oral Sex, sexual innuendo, manhandling, dirty language.
A/N: Based on a prompt requested by @wondersofdreaming AND inspired by my many conversation with @agniavateira who also is a queen and edits my work :3
Prompt: Kisses exchanged as they move around, hitting the edges of tables or nearly tripping over things on the floor before making it to the sofa, or bed.
Summary: After retiring from the military, Logan Syverson began working as a university football coach. One wild night led to a passionate collision, and while you vowed this could never happen, the Coach won’t leave your mind. There’s only one way to get rid of an itch… (Read Part One)
Pairing: Coach!Syverson x Reader.
Word count: 4K
Warnings: 18+, smut, age-gap (reader is over 18), inappropriate relationship, maleDom, manhandling, jealousy, possessive behaviour, mouth covering, public outdoor sex, oral sex (female receiving), some denial, unprotected sex, hyperspermia (I went there), creampie, loads of dirty talk, mentions of alcohol.
*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own*
A/N: I’ll start by saying many thanks to my beautiful @agniavateira who believed in me and helped through + beta’s my work and ofc to everyone who asked me to write a sequel and have been excited to read it - I really appreciate the love you give me, and I hope you’ll enjoy this because I am scared shitless and not sure if it’s as good as part 1. So, low expectations!
Ps. Guest appearance by your favourite fuckboi!
Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed my work 🖤
Summary: After quitting the military, Captain Syverson began working at your university as the coach of the football team. You hardly ever crossed path with him, until an err in time set your on a collision course.
Pairing: Coach!Syverson x Reader (2nd person POV)
Word count: 4K
Warnings: Smut. Age gap (female character is over 18), inappropriate relationship, fingering, choking, unprotected sex, creampie.
*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own
A/N: So if there I have Professor Cavill why not have Coach Syverson? It came to me in a dream! Many thanks for @agniavateira who did the beta in nothing but couple of hours! And for the coffee that help me up till 4am to write this.
What would our Sy be like the day he comes back from deployment? 🥺
Summary: Syverson returns from a long deployment to reunite with his woman.
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (No description of ethnicity or body type)
Word counts: 1k
Warnings: +18, fluff to smut. Oral sex - female receiving, outdoor vaginal sex, unprotected sex, risky creampie, mention of bodily fluids.
A/N: Not beta’d, was in a slight fluffy mood today. Hope you’ll enjoy it.
Home Sweet Home
12 hours, 12 freaking hours - that’s how long it takes to journey back from blazing arid terror. Home, a place that is the arms of the beautiful woman he left behind in exchange for the unforgiving desert.
A bargain worthy of nought.
Drumming his fingers upon his thigh, the Captain sits quietly at the backseat of the taxi, adjusting his hat here and there and wondering how long your hair must be by now. His is definitely longer since you’ve last seen him, a curly nest of golden-brown, the tips burnt days of labouring in the sun.
His beard has lengthened as well, only by a slight, though amid a wilderness of dark frizzle, a dust of silver hair appeared as if out of nowhere.
‘That’s right, old man, you ain’t gettin’ any younger,’ he muses and steps out of the cab.
‘You are older now than what your dad ever been...’
It’s not a beautiful day by any means; steel-coloured clouds hunker above the house, casting shadows upon the large man, who stands at the front door holding a large bag and one hand in the pocket of his trousers, toying with a small box between his index and his thumb.
“Darlin’?”
He calls your name once, yet you are nowhere to be seen, so the Captain ventures through the house toward the backyard. Tiny raindrops tapper on the brim of his hat, whilst the wind is frigid on his cheeks - it’s not a beautiful day, yet there you are in a white summer dress and sandals, tending the fully grown peach tree Syverson planted aeons ago.
Taking a moment, he lingers upon the spectacle of his woman all shrouded in sheathes of white, the fabric so bright it’s almost blinding. This could be forever - you and him.
If only you’ll say yes.
The winds blow again, making the skirt of your dress float over your rear and expose a hint of your ample ass. It’s been too long. His fingers now squeeze the tiny box in his pocket in a sense of unease, his lungs squeezing air faster than possible and in his groin, a sudden pang of arousal stirs. Quiet as a man trained in combat, he slips the bag off his shoulder and begins to creep near, hopeful that you’ll remain preoccupied until the moment he is close enough to seize you in his arms.
As very much anticipated, you shriek with surprise, which only makes the large man chortle, making your fright turn into annoyance the moment you realise it’s your Sy. Quickly he turns you and backs you against the bark, his icy glare leaving shards inside your heart.
“Sy!” You utter overwhelmed, your gaze already blurry with tears. News scars crest his tanned face and his beard is sporting new shades of grey but the bitter-sweet look in his eyes hasn't changed a bit. Impassioned, his mouth finds yours in a devouring kiss that is all bristle and chaff, his strong hands squeeze at your hips, leaving bruises for sure before he falls to his knees and makes tatters of your panties.
“Wait!”
“Never,” he proclaims, and not holding his breath for one-second dives his face between your thighs.
Leaning against the tree, you squirm your hips into the rhythm of his skilful tongue, your fingers prying into the peeling bark while you ride Sy’s scruffy face hard in search of your pleasure. His bearded chin tickles the invigorated skin of your cunt while he fucks you with his mouth and what you fight to hold back for a moment longer bursts from in a violent ecstasy.
Not giving you a moment to climb down from delirium, he jumps back to his feet and lifts you in his arms. Your heart sinks at the click of his belt buckle being undone, briefly making you fret the moment of penetration and when his thick cock splits you open you whine in pain, still you wrap yourself around him, thighs squeezing hard, and let him fuck you right there for all the neighbours to see.
“I’m off the pill,” you warn between moans, “oh fuck, oh god, don’t stop.”
Sy’s groans soar through the garden, entwining with a deep rumble of thunder that shatters the sky and cascades you with rain. Feral and hopeless you shove against one another, vigorously colliding until you can’t tell where you begin and where Sy ends. Heat spills from between your thighs, the burning tendrils of the fire draw through you again and you come once more, sensing his cock swelling painfully thick between your clenching walls.
“Fuck, I’m going to come!” he gasps and slamming into you one last time, buries himself deep in your heat and grants you with the explosion of his hot, bountiful surge. Starlings sing in the depths of your belly as if you can already feel his seed planted within you.
Down on the ground, ripe peaches have fallen from the tree as a result of your vigorous gyrate; they are riddled with droplets of rain, peering back at you while Sy lowers you down to the ground and sweetly kisses your forehead before tucking his spent cock back in his trousers. Surrounded by the succulent leaves of the peach tree, you take a deeper breath, aware of the guilt and shame that follows with the stupid risk you both just took.
“We made a mess…” Your breath still quivers as you reach to cup your womanhood, sensing the sticky fluid at your aching, pulsating lips.
Sy offers you a faint grin and then without saying another word, falls down to his knees.
“Then we better make it right.” He plants a sweet kiss at your pelvic bone and then presses his chin to your belly while staring at you with the eyes of a lost child.
“Darlin’...” he begs, reaching his hand to his pocket to find the little box he guarded for 12 months through fire and lead.
Captain Syverson seeing his girl playing Call Of Duty?
Warnings: Teasing but mostly fluff
Gunfire and blasts filled the living room. Your fingers were sweaty around the controller, and a peal of grunts left your mouth as you escaped your enemies.
“Whatcha doin’, little one?” A low, raspy voice graced your ear. The Captain has walked into the room with his boxers, his sea-blue eyes beaming with mischief. He knew you were gonna playing, he knew it annoyed you when he was cutting in but still he enjoyed doing that.
“Is that online?”
“Logan, yes.” You answered incoherently trying to concentrate on the game.
His smirk widened, and he stretched one leg over the sofa and sat beside you. A bottle of beer rested between his long fingers and his other hand fell gently to your thigh.
“Do I distract you?” He teased.
You turned your face and narrowed your eyes at him then quickly returned them to the monitor. He chuckled and then placed the beer on the coffee table and reached for your hips. A loud yelp came from your mouth, and in seconds you found yourself seated on his hardening groin while his hands ran up and down your thighs possessively.
“Well too bad, kitten, because you are distracting me” he murmured and kissed your neck. His beard smelled like beer, and it drove your senses as the coarse hair scratched the supple skin of your neck.
“I hate you” is all you could utter as his lips savoured your throat. The controller fell from your hand, and you moaned while watching your team lose.
Sy’ laughter thundered in his chest, vibrating against your spine. He fished the controller from the floor and placed it back in your hand.
Summary: Gus finds way to keep you warm as you both sail on his boat during April.
Pairing: Major Gustav (Gus) Phillips x Reader (no description)
Word count: 2K
Warnings: 18+, romance, fluff and smut, oral sex (woman receiving), a bit of fingering, teasing, a sweater, a pinch of angst.
A/N: Gus is a character we know nothing about only that he is an unhinged gentleman (?) so I just went with what I felt and oh I hope others will enjoy :). Many thanks to the lovely @captainsy-cookiemonster and @agniavateira for beta and emotional support.
Please reblog with comments if you enjoyed 🖤
Before the Storm
Gus. Gustav. Gustavus.
Such a timid name for a man who was wilder than the seas he sailed. When you first met Gus, you thought that he was the ocean itself; Untamable, unpredictable, a maelstrom of a man. Little did you know, you were wrong about him; if Gus was anything, it must have been the god of the sea.
The only thing he was missing was a golden trident.
Resting on the deck of his yacht with a small plate of local sweets and a book by your side, you watched him through a veiled gaze. The tall man stood at the bow, preparing the boat for the evening sail. You knew very little about nautical travel, but you always enjoyed watching him work on his boat.
Liberats - he called her - the only place he thought of as home.
His large chocolate curls swayed gently in the afternoon breeze, thin threads of sliver-grey rimming each ringlet, though as the April sun began to set, those fine curls were kissed by vivid hues of purple, orange and pink.
A deep frown line creased his forehead as he held onto the mast. You entertained yourself at the notion that he had the same exact look when he was hovering and grunting above you. Lightly snorting at the thought, you reached for the plate and grabbed a sweet while continuing to stare.
“Like what you see?” Gus asked without looking away from the mast. His thick English accent rang through your ears in a melodious tone. He had a way of making everything sound either like poetry or sex.
You ogled him gingerly. In complete contrast to you, who lay in undergarments, Gus donned a chunky grey sweater and dark work trousers. You hated that. It hid what you knew was underneath it. The body of a god.
“Hmm…” you stretched, “I haven’t seen enough to decide.”
A slanted smirk tugged his cheek, and he threw a side gaze at you, but his smile fell as he noticed the little shiver in your arms. You weren’t exactly dressed for the season, in fact, you weren’t even dressed for a cruise, but for the time being, simple pair panties and bra sufficed.
Until they didn’t.
Not saying another word, he let go of the mast and sauntered toward you, mumbling, “oh, darling,” while already slipping the heavy sweater off. Abs and pecs that might as well have been crafted by a master sculptor glistened in the waning sun. Tanned and sweaty, his skin was like honey. Busy appreciating the view, you didn’t notice the lumpy grey thing that headed toward you at the speed of light until it smacked you in the face.
“Gaws!” Your words were muffled by the sweater that covered your entire head.
Annoyed, you tugged it away, one brow arched with ire, but your expression softened as Gus’ scent poured upon you; seafoam, salt - fresh and untamed - you inhaled it, inhaled him.
Unable to resist the urge to be enveloped by his presence, you pulled the sweater on and sighed at the comfort it brought, your fingers clutched onto the collar to hold it closer to your nose and with a deep breath, you took him in. For a moment, you felt yourself slipping into delirium, but then the warm shadow that loomed over your face dragged you back to reality.
Gus stood over, the breadth of him blocking the sun. Head tilted down, arms crossed together, he observed the treat before him, a crafty grin playing on his lips.
“Looks better on you than on me.” Hand reached up to his moustache, he twirled its edge between his index and his thumb. “I sure like what I see.”
You smiled sweetly, your bare legs stretching forward in an invitation. “Too bad this sweater doesn’t cover all of me…”
His marine-blue gaze followed instantly, a flicker of excitement igniting within them. “Cara Mia, need me to keep you warm?”
Gus was the type of man who never needed a special invitation. Nor did he ever waited for an answer. Simply, because he always got what we wanted. Gently, he sank to his knees before your feet, and reached for your ankles. His hands were roughed by manning the ropes of the boat and things you didn’t wish to think of, yet his touch was as tender as the caress of a wave as he ran his hands up and down the length of your legs.
“Smooth,” he murmured, “it always stuns me how soft women are.”
Half chuckling, half moaning, you laid back onto the deck, casually reaching for the bowl of sweets and grabbing a piece. Gus’ glare darted at you, watching you nibble while the coarse pads of his fingers glided below your knees, his touch sent a stream of shivers that coursed through your skin, making you tremble in his grip.
It took every drop of strength to remain composed and not give yourself entirely, you were always afraid of him having too much power over you, and Gus knew that and knew just how to bend you - figuratively and literally.
His palms smoothed higher with each stroke, kneading your thighs, fingertips reaching close to your heat yet not close enough. Every wave of his touch only left you more frustrated. Wetness pooled at your core, the unmistakable bloom within calling for him in yearning, like a flower opening, awaiting to be seeded, yet he took his time.
“Still cold?” Gus provoked at how wildly you quivered.
Lips pressed into a thin line, you swallowed a moan and shook your head, clutching onto the sweater as if it served any protection, but all hell broke loose as, without any warning, he pressed his thumb against the wet fabric of your underwear.
“Fuck!”
“Such a dirty mouth.”
Giving into a shuddering yip, you pushed your pelvis forward, trying to grind into his thumb, only that he pulled back.
“Gus! Stop this!!!”
“Stop?” His eyes flared comically. “I thought you were enjoying this…”
Ready to throw the book at his stupid face, you frowned, which caused Gus to chuckle before he hooked a finger below the strap of your underwear. “Now…” his voice dropped, and his eyes darkened as if touched by a storm cloud. “Are you going to say it?”
Already at wit's end, you pouted and let out a breathy, “please...”
He tugged on the strap a little, sliding the garment to the mid of your hips, yet not enough to expose you. “Please, what? Cara Mia?”
“Please, fuck me.”
Triumph burnt on his face. Overjoyed that once again he managed to break you, he paused, eyes gliding at every inch of your body while his fangs grazed over his bottom lip. The way he stared at you, you could have sworn that you could feel his touch wherever his gaze landed; your mouth, your breasts, your nipples, the base your belly - he was everywhere, but you needed more. You needed him inside you.
“No.”
“No?!” Your cry could be heard across the 7 seas. “What do you mean ‘no’!?”
“You had your candy, I think I’ll have mine.”
Without any other delay, he yanked on your underwear and threw them over his shoulders. Exposed to the open air, you breathed a shuddering gasp. The chill ocean-breeze blew upon your slit, further storming the tidal-like spasms that swept over you. Still, it was nothing in comparison to the storm that Gus was about to bestow upon you.
The bearded Adonis looked ethereal as he crawled between your thighs, his curls and brazen bristle tickled your skin. His broad, muscular shoulders flexed in a predatory motion, and his face wore a dark, preying shade to match. Brows knit together, jaw clenched, his fingers dug into your ass, and with a guttural groan, he lowered his head to the valley of your thighs and granted you the sinful kiss of Poseidon.
Slow, yet not lazy, his mouth drew a languid course between the little pearl above your cove to your inner thighs as if testing the water before plunging in. The touch of his hot lips and coarse bristle was enough to elicit the most desperate yelps from you, and like a siren washed up on the shore, you writhed for your god, begging for salvation.
It wasn’t as if Gus didn’t know every inch of your body, yet still, he revelled at the different cries that escaped you as his mouth marked different parts of your flesh, almost as if it was a game to him, as if you were a toy he examined and coaxed to his whims until you were completely broken and at his mercy. It was only then when you were bent and vulnerable, that’s he would tear you completely apart.
With his breath hot on your flesh, he hummed against your clit. Legs quaking, you prepared yourself for yet another tender kiss, only that instead, you felt the wet glide of his tongue teasing your flesh. Once, then twice, his velvety serpent stroked and twirled. The third time he wrapped his lips around the tender nub and suckled with every ounce of love he felt toward you.
Inarticulate sounds followed from your throat, your toes curled as the spasming jolts of ecstasy flowed all across your body. He brought you near impulsion, but he wasn’t done playing with you just yet. Grunting, he slipped the edge of his tongue between your swollen petals, pressing just enough to provoke you, yet not enough to bring you undone.
You wanted to scream his name but found that you had no words. Instead, you heaved and cried breathlessly, your head pressing to the wooden deck beneath you, eyes wide open, staring at the seagulls floating in the air. In the open ocean, everyone could see you. Everyone and no one. You were one with the gods and the sea creatures and you sure as hell writhed as if you were drowning on dry land.
Appeased by your helplessness, Gus locked his strong arms around your thighs, holding you spread open and in place as he finally dove his tongue inside you.
“Fuck!” Your back arched against the surface. Tears of joy brimmed in your eyes as Gus fucked you ardently with his tongue. Over and over, he plunged into your cove, groaning and savouring the dew that dripped from it as if it was a feast.
As greedy as they come, he wanted to devour you; there wasn’t a single patch of skin he hadn’t laved, kissed or suckled. Even while his tongue wreaked havoc on your clenching cunt, his mouth continued to suckle upon your swollen lips with little hums of delight that vibrated through you.
It wasn’t fair. He brought you on the verge of pleasure on despair. You felt the storm within you rage; violent waves of pleasure gushed and surged, begging to be unleashed. Knowing your body so well, Gus wrapped one sturdy arm around your belly, held your mound to his hungry mouth, and finally, took his fingers and buried them deep inside you to force you into ecstasy.
Climax shattered through you in several electric currents that continued to hit. Each one stronger than the other Still convulsing in ecstasy, you lifted your eyes to Gus. The last rays of sunlight glazed around him in a golden aura. For a moment there, you imagined him as the lord of the ocean, who, in his fury, pierced his trident at the ocean’s bed and split it apart.
Split you apart.
Spent, you fell back to the deck with a deep sigh, your eyes gazing aimlessly at the evening sky while you snuggled Gus’ sweater around you. The moon had already risen, surrounded by a shy group of gleaming stars resembling precious pearls embroidered on a blue dress. Memories of childhood sprang to mind; summer days in the sun, when you floated carless over the waves.
“Are you alright?” Gus moved to lie beside you. His knuckles brushed your cheek in a tender caress.
You nodded weakly, your breath still hitched from the intensity of the pleasure he wrought from you.
“Speak, Cara Mia,” Gus asked gently and, with a small pinch around your chin, brought you to stare at him. "I need to hear you say it."
Quiet, you stared back, your lower lip parted, but no words came as you studied his face. The little wrinkles around his eyes and the silver tainted his beard made him look somehow pure. So pure, it broke your heart to think that once you dock again, you will have to take off the masks and costumes you wore and be who you really were - soldiers fighting to liberate the world and Gus, as spirited and wild as he was, would never be free, never be able to fully commit to anyone other than his cause.
I love this entire fic, down to the detailed description of the way Gus eats out the reader. But my favorite part is the last line, which just turned me from "Whoa, this is so steamy and it's great" to "Nooooo! I need you two to end up together!"
Gus, as spirited and wild as he was, would never be free, never be able to fully commit to anyone other than his cause.
Still, you loved him.
Enough to follow him into hell.
Also, Cara Mia is just such a sweet term of endearment. Where did it come from, @littlefreya?
Summary: August is going to hell and he is dragging you down with him.
Pairing: August Walker x Reader (2nd person Pov)
Word count: 2.3K
Warnings: Serious smut, GRAPHIC depictions of sexual intercourse, auto-voyeurism (Is that a thing?)
A/N: @luclittlepond made this request! I obliged. Honestly, I feel like it’s the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written and I want to thank @agniavateira for being my beta and @wondersofdreaming for giving me feedback since it was not an easy write for some reason.
Please leave feedback 💖🥺 and more importantly, enjoy.
summary: despite you and robby agreeing to keep your strictly physical relationship under wraps, you self-combust when your attending keeps calling you 'sweetheart'.
wc. 1k
notes.this is completely based off my lab partner calling me 'sweetheart' and me nearly breaking a vial. enjoy :)
Sweetheart. Sweetheart. Thanks, sweetheart.
It replays in your head like a cursed audio loop as you meander your way through the Pitt. You stay focused but your mind circles back to it. Sweetheart.
The nickname (petname? Term of endearment? The fucking key to the unraveling of your psyche?) continues to echo around your head that Dana mistakes your distracted countenance for exhaustion and hustles you to the break room with a protein bar in hand. You take the few minutes of reprieve in hopes to recalibrate your headspace, prep yourself for the remaining hours of your shift, but instead you chew on that small little instance that rocks the world beneath your feet instead.
Dr. Robby had called you sweetheart.
It's not the first time he's called you anything by your name, given the fact that the two of you have been sleeping together by the time your final year of residency kicked off a few months ago. But the two of you have been detached and professional outside of the bedroom, managing to find time even when you've been moved over to the night shift to avoid any suspicion.
Covering a double means seeing Robby and you didn't realize how it rearranges the neat order of your life to see him in daylight after your midnight trysts.
"Hey."
Speak of the devil—
"Hi," you wave your half eaten protein bar, already leaning forward to get to your feet from where you've been hiding in the break room. "Did you need me for something?"
He shakes his head, a warm hand pressing on your shoulder to sit you back down while he remains standing. The distance, the way your head tilts up to meet his gaze, makes his head shortcircuit. The image flickers and the hospital is replaced with his bedroom, your chair replaced with his floor as he gazes down at you—
He blinks and the hospital shifts back into view. "No, Dana told me you were in here takin' a breather. You okay?"
You nod and take another chomp of your bar. "Yeah, she said I got a little spacey. Oh, the woes of a double."
A chuckle rumbles through his chest as he absentmindedly tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. It's done casually, like he didn't even think about what he's doing. Second nature. "Make sure you get some sleep tonight, sweetheart. Did you need a ride?"
"I—" Your lashes flutter, mouth parting slightly in shock. "Um. Yeah. Yes, please."
Something settles in his chest at your easy compliance. "Good. Meet me at the ambulance bay after handoffs then."
The door shuts behind him when he leaves you but you're still staring at the door in utter befuddlement. When did Dr. Robby get so… boyfriend?
—
The rest of the shift goes by smoothly, enough traumas (and even a degloved foot) to keep your mind on the fact that the attending you've been fucking has suddenly taken on the boyfriend mantle. It's disarming to say the least, garnering attention from the other day shift residents and nosy nurses whenever Robby hovers close enough to touch.
"Sweetheart, go finish charting," he interrupts your conversation with McKay, steering you away from chairs where you've been headed to help triage. "Your shift's almost over and you've been dead on your feet."
Exhaustion has you nodding in easy agreement as the older woman enlists Joy instead to help out but the familiar petname zaps you awake the moment you settle behind the computer.
Beside you, wheels scrape against linoleum floors and Trinity is immediately hissing in your ear in absolute giddy— "'Sweetheart'?"
You wince and shove her shoulder to push her off before glancing up to see Princess and Perlah nowhere to be seen. "Shut up."
"Since when did you and Dr. Grumpy make things official?"
The cursor blinks in front of you as you try to recall your last patient. "We didn't. And stop talking so loud—!"
"Please— the entire department know you two have been messing around, I just didn't think he's been promoted to boyfriend—"
"Who got promoted to boyfriend?"
Your stomach drops and you peek over your shoulder to see the man in question, holding his bag and yours. Trinity's grin is downright villainous as she rises from her chair to make her exit. "Nothing, Dr. Robby. Have a good night, you two."
Your fingers fly across the screen to finish and submit before getting to your feet. When you reach up to grab your bag, he angles his shoulder away to stop you. "Dr. Robby—"
"No, I got it. Come on, I took the car with me today."
You trail behind him in slight apprehension but upon feeling the curious looks from incoming night shift (as well as Dr. Abbot's amused stare), you scurry faster to walk beside Robby.
"Did I do something?" you blurt out before the two of you can get too far.
Robby pauses, chuckles and gives you a confused but easy smile. "No…? Do you think you're in trouble, sweetheart?"
"That!" You jab a finger up at his lips, feeling the double hit you all at once; your brain to mouth filter is non-existent now. "Sweetheart! You don't call me that, you don't make me take breaks during a busy shift, you fuck me 'til I cry and give me coffee before I leave. Did I miss something important?"
His smile falls and dread creeps in. You ruined it now. "I… didn't realize it wasn't as smooth as a transition as I thought."
"What?"
He sets down the bags to hold you gently by the shoulders, slightly lowering himself to meet your eyes. The simple action makes something warm twist happily in your stomach. "I thought I could've started hinting at wanting more instead of just scaring you off by asking you out on a date."
"… what?"
Robby frowns now and he gently holds your cheek. His gaze is clinical and you realize he's trying to diagnose whatever the hell's wrong with you and not the fact that he's flipped your world upside down. "Did you hit your head—"
"No! I'm fine, I just— I didn't expect you to… want more." You shrug, seeking out this newfound type of attention. "Your seven-week threshold for dating isn't exactly a secret. In fact, I was expecting you to start ghosting me."
A wry chuckle escapes him. "Sweetheart. We've been fooling around for nine weeks now."
"… oh."
"Mhm. So, you ready to head home and get some sleep?"
Summary: You're a new attending just starting at PTMC. Day one on the job you meet Dr. Robby and you're instantly smitten, despite the 17 year age gap. As it so happens, he might be more than a little interested in you, despite his better judgment.
Warnings: cursing, age gap (reader is 33, Robby is 50), use of pet names. THE SMUT HAS ARRIVED: oral (F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V), multiple orgasms, squirting.
A/N: Direct continuation of part five.
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Seven (Pending)
You'd spent the rest of your shift trying to decide how and when to tell Robby you loved him. Technically, there was nothing wrong with just walking up to him and saying it--no preamble, no explanation, nothing--but it didn't feel right to do that. Plus, you didn't really want to do it at work.
Or, perhaps you were just making more excuses. There was still a small voice in the far recesses of your mind whispering negative thoughts. What if he didn't say it back? What if you made him uncomfortable by admitting something so real too soon?
You did your best to push those thoughts to the side, knowing in your heart they were foolish. Dana believed Robby loved you, and Robby had done everything he could to show you he loved you, so you just had to trust it was true.
As the day went on, you found yourself watching Robby more intently than was perhaps professional. You tried to convince yourself you were just trying to get a proper read on him, but you knew that was far from the truth.
In reality, you were having a hard time focusing on anything but him. Maybe it was your recent acceptance of your feelings for him, but god help you he looked damn good--better than usual. Unfortunately for you, your mind wandered repeatedly, impure thoughts about him filling your brain.
He wasn't even doing anything special. He was just existing, and here you were imagining all the different ways you could jump his bones. He'd probably be horrified if he could see inside your head.
You thought your staring was subtle enough to go unnoticed by your coworkers, but you were incredibly wrong.
"If you stare any harder, he might spontaneously combust," Santos muttered as she appeared beside you.
"I'm not staring," you insisted immediately.
"No offense, doc, but you haven't looked away from that man for the last five minutes."
You turned to look at her solely to prove her wrong. "I was lost in thought, Santos. He just happened to be standing in the way of my gaze."
"Mhmm. Yeah. Sure." She rolled her eyes as she strolled off, making an obscene gesture with her hands.
You groaned quietly, dropping your head into your hands in embarrassment. The last thing you needed was your residents noticing you staring at another attending like you wanted to eat him alive.
"You alright, baby?" Robby murmured lowly as he suddenly appeared beside you.
Your head shot up and you winced with the shock of the sudden movement. "Y-yeah, yeah, I'm good. Just Santos being a pain in the ass again."
He chuckled softly. "When is she not?"
"True."
"Need me to give her a talking to?"
Your lips lifted just enough to show your appreciation, but you shook your head. "Not this time, but thank you."
"Mhm," he hummed. His hand brushed down your back possessively, sending shivers down your spine. "Let me know if you change your mind."
He strolled off like he had no idea the impact his touch had on you--and maybe he really didn't. It was embarrassing really, how just a simple brush of his fingers was enough to leave you breathless.
Not even an hour later you found yourself observing a trauma led by Whitaker. Robby was right there beside him, letting him lead and only helping when necessary. You weren't even aware you were staring at him, nor did you realize you had a smile on your face.
McKay, however, noticed right away. She couldn't keep her own smirk off her face as she watched you watch Robby show Whitaker the proper technique for the procedure. You looked like you were about two seconds away from dragging the older man into a closet.
As the procedure finished up, Robby glanced up and met your heated gaze. He bit down on the inside of his cheek to keep the smile from forming on his face. That was the third time today he'd caught you looking at him like that and he was starting to think he was losing his mind. If you weren't careful, he was liable to kiss you in front of everyone.
Your cheeks reddened when he caught you staring, the deep flush only making you look more beautiful. You pulled your gaze away from him, desperate to calm yourself before someone else noticed.
McKay followed you out of the trauma room, intent on sussing out what was happening with you and Robby. "That was subtle," she murmured.
You groaned. "Fuuuuuck. You saw that?"
"Oh yeah. I didn't realize you could be so turned on by teaching."
You sighed dramatically. "It's not my fault he's so goddamn competent!"
She laughed softly. "So it's his competence that turns you on? That's a new kink for me."
"Stop that," you muttered, elbowing her lightly. "It's not a kink. I just appreciate his abilities, that's all."
"Oh I bet you appreciate his abilities."
The hidden implication of her words was not lost on you. "What I've seen thus far has been quite...skillful."
McKay raised a single brow, lips curled in a knowing smirk. "So you've officially...?
You shook your head. "I wanted to take it slow, but I think I've reached my limit." The admission made your cheeks flush again. "He's just so damn delectable."
Her laugh was real and loud this time. "Please never call my boss 'delectable' again. I can't unhear it."
You shot her a grin. "So you don't want all the filthy details when we finally do the deed?"
"Don't you dare keep a single thing from me," she warned with a dark chuckle and a shit eating grin.
"I wouldn't dare." You sauntered off to go check in on your patients, leaving her to laugh to herself.
Unbeknownst to you, Robby was in the same boat as you. It had started this morning when you called him after your nightmare. He found himself wishing he was beside you already, able to comfort you the moment he realized you were distressed.
It didn't matter what time it was, he'd gotten dressed and driven to your place, intent on making sure you were okay. When you curled up in his arms and fell asleep, he couldn't help the feeling surging in his chest. He couldn't put a name to it, but he thought it was derived from his desire to protect you and the love he could hardly keep contained.
He hadn't told you he laid there watching you sleep for at least an hour before succumbing to his own exhaustion. He didn't want you to be freaked out by it--and it hadn't been creepy, at least not intentionally.
This was the first time he'd had the opportunity to see you look so truly peaceful and it warmed something deep inside him to witness it. He also felt a sense of honor--honored you trusted enough to show such vulnerability, not just in falling asleep beside him, but in letting him see you in a moment of weakness.
He'd simply wanted to bask in the moment, take in the fact he was able to do this for you, to appreciate he was the one you called. When he finally did fall asleep, he slept better than he had in years. Just as you felt safe in his arms, he felt safe in yours.
When you'd woken up this morning, he was already awake. You'd looked up at him with a small, sleepy smile that made something in his chest tighten. You were so sweet, so beautiful, and he nearly blurted out 'I love you'. Some part of him was still convinced it was too soon to say it, but he was having a harder and harder time resisting.
When you walked into work later, he was already here. Your hair was still slightly damp from your shower and he had to resist the temptation to run his fingers through it. When you walked by, he got a whiff of your shampoo, and he found himself breathing in embarrassingly deeply.
Every time he was close to you, he wanted to reach out and touch you, even if it was just a light graze of fingertips across your skin. He ached to be near you, and it was killing him to hold himself back. He wanted the entire world to know he loved you--and that you were his. He'd happily go scream it from the roof if you let him.
He was finding it harder and harder to maintain a completely professional demeanor, even though nothing major had really changed between you. Yes, you'd gone on several dates...but the banter, the affection, the care--all of that had been there. Everyone already knew you and he were close, but now that he knew you wanted him just as much as he wanted you? He could hardly keep his hands to himself.
He tried not to stare at you when you were working--he didn't want to come across as creepy to other people, given how much older he was. To be fair, he mostly didn't want patients to notice. They didn't know him or you, but the Pitt staff did, so it was much less likely they'd be creeped out.
But sometimes, he simply couldn't help it. It wasn't his fault you were so effortlessly gorgeous. Nor was it his fault he was so annoyingly turned on every time he saw you teach a resident or intern something new, or when you were gentle with an elderly patient, or how you'd drop to your knees to talk with a child at their level. It wasn't his fault you were fucking perfect.
Dana was the only person on day shift bold enough to say anything about it to him, but even she kept her mouth shut. She did, however, send him frequent knowing smirks, especially when she caught him looking at you with that hooded gaze. To be honest, you'd have to be blind to miss it.
Towards the end of the shift, Robby ran directly into you as he came around a corner. He wasn't paying attention to where he was going, but when he collided with you, his arms shot out to grab your waist, steadying you with his firm grip.
The sound you made could only be described as a squeak--and it was so damn cute he had to suppress a smile. "Sorry, sweetheart. You alright?"
"Yeah," you mumbled, cheeks tinged red with embarrassment. "Sorry about that."
He cocked his head to the side as he watched you, hands still glued to your midsection. "Nothing to be sorry about. I'd never complain about the opportunity to touch you."
Your cheeks darkened, blush spreading down to your neck and what little he could see of your chest. You didn't want him to know how affected you were by his proximity, or the weight of his hands on you. You wanted to feel those large hands pressed against your bare skin with a kind of desperation that would appall you in any other circumstance.
Robby could see your inner turmoil, but you didn't pull away from him, and he didn't let go. He watched as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, unaware of the instant effect the motion had on him.
"Christ, baby. Don't do that." His voice was lower than usual, filled with barely concealed desire.
Your eyes snapped back up to his, lips parting in surprise. "What? What did I do?"
He lifted his hand to brush his thumb across your bottom lip. "You have no idea what you do to me."
Your pretty eyes widened as the implication settled in your stomach. The barely controlled hunger you'd been feeling all day strained against its invisible leash, desire pooling low in your belly as you stared into his dark eyes. "Robby..."
His eyes fluttered closed and a groan slipped past his lips. "You can't say my name like that, sweetheart. Not here."
You inhaled sharply, his words sparking your need in new ways. "Come over after work." The words left your mouth before you realized what you were saying. It was not a question, nor did you regret it.
A soft rumbling sound broke deep in Robby's chest. "I'll be there."
You now had to find a way to make it through the last two hours of your shift without losing your mind, jumping his bones, or having to change your damn underwear.
**********
The moment the shift was over, you were running out the door, desperate to get to your apartment before Robby. You wanted enough time to at least shower beforehand.
You slipped a spare key under the welcome mat, shot him a quick text to tell him it was there, and then jumped in the shower.
Robby was already parking his car at your apartment when your text came through. He smiled a little when he read it before practically jogging into the building. He couldn't remember the last time he was this excited--something about you made him feel young again.
He found your key with ease and let himself into your apartment. He heard the shower running as he shrugged off his jacket and shoes. His feet started moving in the direction of your bathroom before his brain even registered what he was doing. He stopped just outside the halfway open door.
He didn't want to assume you would be okay with him just coming into your bathroom while you were naked in the shower, but before he could think to announce himself, he stepped forward onto a particularly squeaky floorboard.
You froze when you heard the sound, halfway through washing the day off your skin. "Robby?" you called out tentatively. "Is that you?"
"Yeah, baby. It's me."
Your entire body relaxed when you heard his voice, but your pulse quickly picked back up when the reality of his presence sunk in. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you spoke again. "Do you wanna join me?"
You swore you heard his sharp intake of breath, followed by a quiet curse. You heard the rustle of clothing and then the glass shower door slowly opened. You kept your back towards him as you tried to regulate your breathing. You weren't quite ready to see him in all his naked glory--and you weren't ready for him to see all of you.
Robby stepped into the shower, already breathless as he took you in. You'd piled your hair on top of your head, and a mixture of water and soap ran down the smooth planes of your back. His eyes dropped helplessly to the curve of your ass before stepping towards you.
He oh so gently rested his large palms against your hips, brushing his thumbs across them as he leaned into you. "This okay?" he whispered.
You released a shaky breath. "Yes."
You felt him pull you back slightly, aligning your body with his. You felt his erection press against your lower back and a new wave of need rushed through you. He lowered his head to press his lips against the skin between your shoulder and neck, his beard scratching against the soft flesh deliciously.
You leaned back against him, a soft sigh escaping your lips. His hands were so gentle against your skin, as if he was afraid to break you. His left hand slowly slid up your torso, brushing over your stomach, up through the valley of your breasts, up your neck to your jaw. He turned your head back towards him, angling you just right to brush his lips against the corner of your mouth.
The new angle gave you your first view of him since he'd entered the room. Objectively he looked the same as he had all day, but seeing his handsome face still managed to take your breath away.
You suddenly couldn't bear to not see him properly, so you spun around to face him, hands landing flat against his strong chest. Your eyes were locked on his as the softest "hi" slipped from your lips.
A slow smile spread across his face as he leaned down to brush his lips against yours. "Hi," he whispered against them.
He finally connected his lips to yours properly, stealing what little breath you had left. He kissed you like he had all the time in the world--like you weren't standing under the spray of a shower that would get cold sooner than later. He kissed you like he was mapping the shape of your lips, the feel of your tongue against his, coaxing soft sounds from your mouth directly into his.
When he finally pulled away for a breath, he allowed himself to take in the rest of your body. He already thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world, so he couldn't understand how it was possible for you to be even more beautiful, but here you were. He wanted to feel and kiss every inch of your body, leaving nothing untouched, nothing unloved. He was desperate to worship you--and make sure you knew the reverence he held for you and you alone.
You saw the admiration in his gaze as he took in your body and it warmed you deep in your soul. He looked at you like you were something magical to behold and he was honored to be allowed to bear witness. You'd never felt so beautiful.
You saw the moment his brown eyes landed on the two scars on your stomach--scars from a moment that still made his chest ache to think about. He'd almost lost you that night--lost you before he even got to have you.
His eyes were glossy with emotion as he reached out and tentatively brushed his fingertips along the rigid scars. They were a vivid reminder to both of you that life was short, sometimes unexpectedly so.
"I could have lost you that night," he whispered so lowly you weren't sure the words were meant for you.
You lifted his chin up to meet your gaze again. "But you didn't. I'm right here."
"But you could have, and I never would have been able to tell you I love you. It would have killed me too."
Your hand was still cupping his chin when his words settled into your chest. Every inch of your body froze, you were fairly certain even your heart stopped beating for a moment.
It clicked in Robby's brain when he saw your shocked expression that he'd let the words slip out--the same three words that had been living in his heart for months.
Before you could question it or respond in any way, he said it again. "I love you, (Y/N). I love you. I promise I will never give you cause to question it. I. Love. You." He punctuated the last three words with soft kisses that seemed to breathe life back into you, bringing you back to the moment.
"I spent the last 12 hours trying to decide when to tell you I love you," you admitted. "I know they say there's no perfect time, but this feels perfect. This moment, here, with you--it's just right. I love you, Robby. So damn much."
Even though he'd hoped against hope you would feel the same way, hearing you say it still nearly brought him to his knees. His hands gripped your hips like they were a lifeline, and his forehead fell to rest against yours.
You understood exactly what he was feeling, because the same intense emotions coursed through your own body. As slight as the distance between you was, you were suddenly unable to bear it, needing to feel his skin pressed against yours with no room for air.
Your fingers tangled into his hair and you tugged his lips down to yours. The passion you infused into the kiss left no room for questioning--it was clear exactly what you wanted. And Robby would give it to you. He'd always give in to you.
"Let me take you to bed," he murmured against your lips.
A breathless chuckle escaped you. "Scared of falling and breaking a hip?"
The teasing words had the desired effect. Robby's eyes darkened and his voice dropped to a low growl. "Say one more thing about my age..."
"Well, you are getting up there--Robby, wait!" You squealed in surprise as he picked you up, strong arms holding you tight to his body. Your legs wrapped around his waist for added support and you reached behind you to turn off the shower a mere instant before he was stepping out.
Water dripped all over your floor as he stepped out into your bedroom, but neither of you cared about the mess. It could wait.
He very unceremoniously dropped you onto your bed before climbing on top of you, pressing his much larger body firmly against you. "I'll show you exactly what this old man can do, baby. I don't think you'll complain about my age when I'm through with you."
A small smirk played across your lips as you watched him. You didn't want to take your brattiness too far for your first time together, but you couldn't resist one last little push. You lifted yourself onto your elbows, lips dangerously close to his as you urged, "Do your worst."
A dark, hungry groan rumbled through his chest at your taunting words and he kissed you deeply, leaving no room for further discussion. His hands roamed across your body as his tongue explored your mouth.
His knee wedged between your legs, pushing them farther apart to allow him to settle between them as he began to kiss down your neck, taking his sweet time ensuring every inch of your skin received equal treatment.
His lips were soft and sweet--hands gentle and delicate--but that's not what you wanted. There would be time for that soft, affectionate love making later. Right now, you wanted him to let loose--snap the reins on his thinly wrapped control.
"I'm not made of porcelain," you protested softly.
He lifted his head from your collarbone, cocking his head to the side to look at you. "I know."
"Then please, for the love of god, don't be so gentle."
He raised a single brow, still very much in control. "Oh? What would you prefer I do instead?"
Bastard. "I thought you said you were gonna show me what you could do. Too tired?"
You saw his eyes darken further, the tenuous hold on his control slipping. "Careful, sweetheart."
"Or what? What are you gonna do old man?"
There it was--the flash of anger in his eyes, quickly replaced by hunger. "You're gonna regret that."
You were quite certain you would not, but you didn't have the opportunity to say so. He nipped at your collarbone before moving quickly down your body, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses and bite marks in his wake.
When he settled between your thighs, you had no idea what you were in for. Robby couldn't handle multiple orgasms himself anymore, but he had no problem giving you an ungodly amount.
His brown eyes were almost entirely black as he glanced up at you, a small smirk on his face as he breathed in your scent. He slowly licked a thick stripe up your pussy, tasting you for the first time. His eyes rolled back slightly and he groaned low in his chest.
"Fucking Christ, you taste good," he rasped. He gave you no chance to say a word as he dove into your pussy like he was about to enjoy his favorite meal--which as far as he was concerned, it was.
A sharp gasp forced its way from your throat, head falling back onto the pillows as your spine arched. His mouth wrapped around your clit, sucking firmly enough to send sparks of pleasure through your body.
Large hands pressed against your inner thighs, forcing your legs even farther apart, allowing him unobstructed access to your weeping core. His tongue delved into you and he could feel your walls pulsing with each movement. He wanted so desperately to feel you clench around his cock, but it was much too soon for that.
Soft cries of his name mixed with muffled moans as he feasted on you with abandon. His hooded eyes raised just enough to look towards your face. Your fist was pressed against your mouth, drastically decreasing the volume of the sounds slipping past your lips.
Robby lifted his head, the cessation of pleasure bringing your attention to him. "What do you think you're doing?"
The dark tone of his voice had shivers racing down your spine. "I-uh-I don't wanna be too loud. I've got neighbors--"
"You think I give a damn about neighbors, baby? I wanna hear every little sound you're making for me. If we get a noise complaint, I'll handle it."
You couldn't quite put your finger on what was so fucking sexy about his words, but you followed his instructions, lowering your hands to the bed beside you.
Robby went back to his previous ministrations, pulling a loud moan from deep in your chest. "Fuck yes," he growled. "Much better--louder for me."
He slipped a single finger into you, dragging it along the soft spongey spot on your upper walls, eliciting a gasp of pleasure. His lips wrapped around your clit, tongue dancing across it as he stoked the fire building in your belly.
When he added a second finger, your moans only increased in volume. You tangled one hand into his hair, holding on so tightly it hurt, but he couldn't be bothered to care. You could have scalped him and he still would have stayed right where he was.
"Robby," you gasped. "S-so c-close."
He'd already known without you saying anything--the way you were squeezing his fingers was enough of a hint. He didn't slow down his tongue, didn't stop the coaxing motion of his fingers--he kept a steady pace, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
Your nails scraped against his scalp and he moaned against you, hips pressing down against the mattress in search of some relief. He flicked his eyes up to meet your gaze, the insatiable hunger in them pushing you over the edge with a low moan.
Robby happily lapped up every drop your body gave him, and even when you began to try and pull away, his mouth remained locked on your pussy.
"Wait, Robby--'s too much!"
"You can take it, sweetheart," he asserted before pressing his tongue firmly and slowly to your clit repeatedly until your pleas turned to moans.
His fingers continued to press firmly against your g-spot, sending wave after wave of painful pleasure jolting through your body like lightning. Soft whimpers mixed in with your moans, as your second orgasm closed in on you with shocking speed.
Your knuckles had turned white from how hard you gripped his hair, but he kept up his precise movements.
"Robby," you gasped as your legs tried to close around his head.
He held you firmly in place, bringing you across the finish line for the second time. He moaned into your pussy, finally slowing down the frenzied assault from his fingers.
But he didn't stop entirely. Oh no, he had no intention of stopping yet. His tongue licked lazily across your folds, drinking in his fill as those thick fingers continued to stroke slowly.
"Robby," you moaned. "I-I can't."
"'Course you can, baby," he assured you, voice gravelly from disuse. "You've already done so well for me...you can handle a couple more."
You shook your head rapidly, hips gyrating wildly in an attempt to get away from the intensity of the sensations happening between your legs. You were already so out of it, his words didn't fully register until several seconds had passed.
"A couple?" you cried. "N-no, please, Robby--"
His tongue laved gently over your clit, eyes locked on your face to gauge your reactions. When your eyes rolled back just slightly, he knew he had you right where he wanted you.
He eased up on his fingers and detached his tongue from you, eliciting a soft, disgruntled sound from your sweet lips. "Aw, baby. You want me to stop?" The condescension that dripped from his tone would have pissed you off in any other situation, but here? Fuck if it wasn't hot as hell.
"Please," you gasped, unsure of what exactly it was you were asking for.
Robby chuckled darkly, deciding for himself what you wanted. "I've got you, sweet girl."
He lowered his head and went right back to sending you into overdrive. You completely lost track of the individual sensations--you could no longer tell the difference between his fingers, his mouth, and his tongue. You didn't know up from down, left from right. All you could feel was an overwhelming pleasure building deep in your gut.
The sounds you made were beautiful and arcane, meant only for his ears. Only he had the honor and the pleasure of making you feel like this--of seeing you so completely uninhibited.
Robby knew you were lost to the pleasure, could see it in the way your body moved, hear it in your voice, feel it in the way you clung to him like he was your lifeline. He lived for this--to give you this kind of pleasure.
Words no longer formed in your mind. No coherent thoughts emerged from the fog--nothing but primal sounds and animalistic feelings.
Robby lifted his head up just enough to get your attention, voice low and hungry as he murmured your name. It took you several moments to orient yourself to the sound, finally locking eyes with the man settled happily between your legs.
"That's it, sweetheart. Doin' so well for me. Go ahead an' let go. Wanna feel ya."
You were fairly certain he was talking to you--you could see his mouth moving--but you didn't comprehend his words. Your body, however, understood him perfectly. You fell into an ocean of bliss, hips bucking against his face in desperation.
This time, when you let out overstimulated whimpers and weakly shifted away from him, he let you. He eased his fingers slowly from your core, bringing them to his mouth to suck each one clean individually.
His eyes never left your face as you slowly came back to yourself, body shaking with aftershocks. The first thing you felt were Robby's large hands rubbing soothingly against your hips and thighs, grounding you.
The first thing you heard as your heart beat returned to normal and your breath came more easily, was his soft voice whispering sweetly to you. You didn't catch all of his words, but you caught enough to get the gist.
"Breathe for me, baby."
"That's it. So sweet."
"Tasted like heaven. Coulda stayed there all night."
"Just relax, sweetheart. I've got you."
You blinked a few times until his handsome face came into focus. His beard was damp with your juices and his pupils swallowed up every bit of beautiful brown in his irises, but his gaze was almost unbearably gentle.
You reached for him and he grabbed your hands and pulled them up to his lips, pressing soft kisses to your knuckles. The affectionate gesture made your chest tighten.
"Love you," you whispered breathily.
He smiled at you, leaning down to hover just above your mouth. "I love you too, sweetheart."
When he pressed his lips to yours, you tasted yourself on his lips, on his tongue--and you moaned at the taste. He smirked into the kiss, fingers pressing possessively into your hips as he gently ground down against you.
His cock brushed against your folds, earning a sharp intake of breath from him and a gasp from you.
Despite the three mind-blowing orgasms you'd already experienced, the desire to feel him inside you was too much. You couldn't bear another second apart.
"Robby, please-" you gasped. "Need you."
He smirked, expression dark. "Yeah? Whatcha need, pretty girl? Gotta use those words for me."
"You," you whined. "I need you."
That dark chuckle broke from his chest again as he stared at you, unwilling to give in so easily. "C'mon baby, you can do better than that. Thought you had a little more bite in you."
You attempted to shoot him a glare, but you were fairly certain it was barely more than a wince. "Want you inside me, Robby."
"I was already inside you," he teased.
You groaned in exasperation. "No--want your cock, Robby."
He thrust against you, pushing just the tip of his cock through your folds with a low groan. "There--that was much better." He leaned forward so his lips were barely brushing against yours. "But I'm gonna need you to beg for it."
Your eyes widened as you inhaled lightly. You wanted him too badly to bother putting up a fight--there wasn't much brat left in you. "Need your cock, Robby. Wanna feel you inside me. Need it so bad, baby. Please. Please. Please."
He smirked. "Good girl."
Robby thrust forward, sheathing himself in your warm walls in one motion. He saw the way your eyes rolled back and he couldn't help the surge of pride settling in his chest, even as his own head dropped against yours and his body shuddered at the incredible feeling.
You weren't sure if this was the best feeling you'd ever experienced or if it was too much. He was just so goddamn big--stretching you in ways you were fairly certain the human body was not meant to experience, and his tip was lodged firmly up against your cervix. It hurt, but it also felt...unbearably incredible.
Robby pressed sweet kisses all over your face as he waited for your body to adjust. He didn't want to hurt you too badly--he knew exactly how large he was.
His lips soothed you, along with the gentle caress of his hands against your sides. Once your breathing regulated, he murmured, "You ready, sweetheart?"
You nodded tentatively, as if unsure whether you could handle him moving.
"I can take it slow," he offered.
"No, please--I-I need you."
That was all he needed to hear.
Robby's initial pace was not gentle. It wasn't slow. It wasn't soft. He fucked you like this was the last thing he was going to get to do in this life and he wanted to give it his all.
"Christ, baby. You feel incredible. So warm and tight for me."
You moaned in response, back arching off the bed as his cock kissed your cervix with each thrust. Your nails raked down his back as pleasure coursed through your veins.
"Robbyyyy," you whimpered, drawing out the last syllable of his name.
"Right here, sweet girl. I've got you." Robby nudged his nose against your chin, tilting your face up so he could nuzzle into your neck. His teeth nipped against your pulse point, earning a moan from deep in your chest.
As much as he loved being able to kiss you, he wanted a better angle, so he sat up and lifted your legs so one rested on either side of his head. The shift in position allowed him to thrust even deeper into you, slamming against a spot so deep inside you, it had you seeing stars.
Robby quickly realized the change in angle was sending you closer to another orgasm, as your pussy squeezed him like a fucking vice. "Shit, baby," he groaned lowly. "You gotta stop squeezing me like that or I'm not gonna last much longer."
"S-so-sorry. Can't--Robby, I-" you blabbered incoherently.
He chuckled darkly, pressing a kiss to your ankle as he kept up his relentless pace. "What was that, sweetheart? Too cock drunk to use your words?"
"Please," you whined, though you were completely unaware of what exactly you were begging him for.
"What's wrong, sweet girl? Too much for you?"
You nodded once, then shook your head--clearly too fucked out to really understand what he was asking you.
Robby's grin only widened as he took in your disheveled state. He gripped your hips tight enough to leave bruises and slammed into you with renewed force.
You cried out, body thrashing slightly beneath him, unable to contain the pleasure much longer. One more well-placed thrust had you falling apart on his cock with a desperate scream of his name.
Robby groaned lowly, the sound of his name coming from your lips and the feeling of your pussy fluttering around him was almost too much for him.
He slowed down as you came down from your high, not wanting this to end quite yet. He was gentle as he lowered your legs from his chest, kissing each of them softly as his hips rolled much more gently than before.
"Hey, baby girl," he whispered. "You with me?"
Your eyes were squeezed shut and you were panting heavily beneath him. You heard the words, but you couldn't quite formulate a response. Not yet anyway.
His large hands brushed the hair back from your face as he leaned forward. Your legs instinctively wrapped around him, pulling him even tighter in against you.
"Sweetheart?" he murmured again, gaze soft and affectionate as he looked at your beautiful face. "Can you look at me? Wanna see those pretty (y/e/c) eyes."
He continued his slow, steady pace, patiently waiting for you to meet his gaze. After several more minutes, your eyes finally blinked open, hazy eyes meeting his.
"There she is." He brushed his nose against yours in a sweet gesture. "You alright?"
You nodded, a small smile spreading across your lips. "More than alright."
He matched your sweet expression, eyes filled with so much love it made it hard to breathe. "You did so good for me, baby."
Your flushed cheeks darkened at his soft praise, an almost bashful expression coming across your face. "Feels good, Robby," you whispered.
He leaned in to kiss you, savoring the feeling of your lips on his. "I love you, (Y/N/N)."
You smiled into the kiss. "Love you more."
"Impossible," he teased.
Before you could say anything further, Robby shifted again. This time, he pressed your thighs down against your chest and put his weight almost completely onto you. He started to pick up his pace again, cock brushing against your g-spot with each thrust.
"Robby," you whimpered, lips brushing against his forehead. "Please."
"What do you need, sweetheart?"
"Need you to come."
He groaned softly, hips stuttering slightly. "Shit--alright baby. Where do you want it?"
"Inside, please," you begged desperately. "Wanna feel you fill me up."
"Fuckin' hell," he growled, hips slamming against you with a brutal force.
To your shock, you felt his hand slip between your bodies, deft fingers circling your clit. "Robby--no, I-I can't--"
"'Course you can, baby. You can give me one more."
"It-It's too m-much." Your head shook rapidly even as the tension in your lower belly began to form.
"Just need you to give me one more," Robby begged lowly. "Wanna feel you come on my cock one more time before I fill you up. You wanna be good for me, don't you?"
Of course you wanted that. You always wanted to be good for him. You would do just about anything he asked you to do--especially if it made him look at you the way he was looking at you in this moment.
You nodded slowly, allowing the feeling of pleasure to overtake the overstimulation. "I-I can try."
Robby smiled sweetly, pressing a kiss to your lips. "That's my girl. Always so good for me."
He continued his steady pace, each thrust bringing both of you closer to orgasm. He was doing everything he could to stave off his own--he would be damned if he didn't prolong your pleasure as much as he possibly could.
You clung to him so tightly he worried you'd inadvertently hurt yourself, but you couldn't be bothered to care. The rising tide within you felt so unlike anything you'd ever experienced, and you could hardly breathe as your end neared.
You tried to say his name--tried to tell him you were close, tried to say anything at all--but no words came out. Even your moans were mostly heavy breaths and soundless gasps.
Robby could see you struggling, just as well as he could feel your pussy gripping him tighter than it ever had before. He knew you were close--he just needed to give you that extra push.
“Let go for me, baby,” Robby urged softly, one hand brushing through your hair soothingly. “I’ll always be here to catch you.”
Maybe it was the sweetness of his words, or maybe it was the perfectly timed thrust, or perhaps a combination of both, that had your jaw dropping in a wordless scream as you came harder than you'd ever come in your life.
Robby groaned so loudly there was a zero percent chance the neighbors didn't hear. He felt, more than saw, you squirt all over his abdomen--and it was the sexiest fucking thing he could imagine.
"Fuck, baby," he mumbled seconds before filling you up with his cum, the thick, hot ropes of it pouring into you as your pussy milked every last drop from him.
His hips stuttered slowly to a stop and he collapsed on top of you, but not before he allowed you to extend your legs again. His lips pressed affectionate kisses against your collarbone and neck as you both came down from your intense highs.
Robby was much more alert than you were, voice soft and gentle as he slowly coaxed you back to reality.
You didn't hear him at first--brain too muddled with pleasure to comprehend a single thing. After several minutes, your brain was finally able to register his sweet voice.
"Love you so much," he was whispering against your skin. "So beautiful and perfect. So good to me. Don't even know what I did to deserve you."
You brushed your fingers through his hair, bringing his attention to your face. "Don't start with that nonsense," you teased softly, voice a little hoarse from the screams he'd wrenched from your throat.
He smiled. "Sorry, baby. Can't help it. Just so goddamn lucky."
"We both are."
He didn't look entirely convinced, but he didn't correct you either.
"I think I need another shower," you muttered, breaking the intensity of the moment.
He laughed. "You and me both, babe. You, uh, you squirted all over me." He lifted himself off you, showing the evidence that coated his lower half.
"Oh my god," you gasped, covering your eyes in embarrassment. "I am so sorry."
He gently removed your hand from your face. "Don't ever apologize for that. Sexiest shit I've ever seen."
"Really?"
"Really." He kissed you deeply, effectively banishing any lingering doubts.
When he broke the kiss, you sighed contentedly. "As much as I really wanna just lay here in your arms, I need a shower."
"Obviously, I'm joining you."
You smirked. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
After a nice hot, relaxing shower, the two of you crawled back into bed after Robby helped you change the sheets. You settled against him, laying your head on his chest as you got comfortable.
"I could go to sleep like this every night," he murmured. "Holding you in my arms--it's soothing."
You glanced up at him, a small smile on your face. "I wouldn't complain if you wanted to stay over more often."
His smile widened. "You're more than welcome to stay with me anytime you want too."
"Don't tempt me," you teased, leaning up to kiss him.
He chuckled softly as you settled back against his chest. His lips brushed the top of your head and he whispered, "Get some sleep, sweetheart. I'll be right here when you wake up."
You knew in your heart it was true--he'd always be there. Not just tomorrow morning, but anytime you needed him. "I love you, Robby."
You could feel his smile against your head as he responded in kind, "I love you too, (Y/N)."
You closed your eyes and listened to the steady beat of his heart, the rhythm lulling you to a deep sleep filled with beautiful dreams of a life with the man you loved.
one of my patients came in for an emergency visit, because she snapped the wire on her retainer watching the movie when MBJ took his shirt off she clenched her teeth so fucking hard she snapped it. that is the fucking funniest shit ever to me this tiny 17 year old girl thirsting so goddamn hard she busted steel
I reblogged this yesterday, but I want to reblog it again. Diabetic ketoacidosis turns your blood acidic and will essentially burn you from the inside out.
The stories you hear of people dying from rationing, this is what happens to their body.
Affordable insulin isn’t just a right, it’s a necessity.
No one should have to die like that when it’s preventable with access to proper medication.
"Affordable" should be the lowest fucking bar. Pharmaceutical companies should be tripping over themselves to offer insulin at "affordable". That shit deserves to be fucking free
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