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[ga33y3]

There’s lots of things I love but here are some of them🤭🎀🌷

-The Pitt

-reading romance

-cooking

-baking

-watching movies and tv shows

-scrolling on pinterest

-listening to music and podcasts

-spending time with my 2 puppies

-getting cute stanley cups

-getting jellycats

[queensinxs]

his wife ── michael robinavitch michael 'robby' robinavitch x wife!reader.

summary: robby doesnt advertise his marriage. so when his wife shows up at ED to discuss their son, safe to say the residents were shocked. now they wonder how the two of you met. this throws him back to when he was a ms3.

content warnings: reader and robby w/ 2 year age gap. thought to be 22 and robby 24 when met, around when he'd be a MS3. fluff. med school robby. lightly flirty young robby. lil mention of mature content so pls mdni 18+. reader is clinical psychologist/completeting masters to be one. lowkey implied fem reader shorter than robby. im short im sorry. he adores his wife like hard. two kids.

authors notes: lowkey med school au and robby who isn't as emotuonally consipated in the show. lowkey wanna do a few bits here and there about their life but not sure lol. inspired by this meme.

word count: 4079

Everyone was aware of the chain that hung around Robby’s neck. It peeked from under his scrubs sometimes. Though, no one knew what might be on the chain. There might be nothing or there could be something. Either way, it was always tucked under his shirt.

Nobody questioned it, never really thought to. He’s a private person. Residents don’t ask about his personal life. But they get curious when he steps out to the ambulance bay sometimes, phone to ear. 

Santos thinks that maybe he’s faking to take a break. Whitaker thinks he might be talking to a relative, parent or sibling. Javadi thinks … Well, she isn’t quite sure what to think. But she doesn’t think its what Santos or Whitaker’s thinking.

So when a gorgeous woman strolled into the department, beelining towards the charge nurse with a smile, they were confused to say the least. You seemed to be friendly and familiar with Dana, greeting each other like old friends. 

The med student and two residents share subtle looks, watching the interaction. 

“Is my husband around?” You asked Dana, glancing around to see if he was nearby. It was never predictable where he might be. It’s not uncommon for him to not answer his phone when he works and you don’t blame him. It’s understandable. But it’s rare for you to show up at the department, that usually means it’s important.

The three watching noticed your eyes wandering, quickly busying themselves. Santos and Javadi looked at the same computer, as if they were reading results together. While Whitaker fumbled with the chart he’d picked up. The two women look at him in disbelief and annoyance. Smooth. 

“Trauma one. He’s in a mood.” Dana pre warned you, giving you a knowing look. You weren’t surprised by the fact, very aware how moody Robby can be when he’s stressed. 

“Not surprising.” You huffed out a dry laugh. “When isn’t he?”

“True that.” The charge nurse hiffs, knowing you'd understand more than anyone. But you’re able to diffuse him unlike anyone else. 

“Alright if I hang around?” You asked, knowing the answer but much preferring to be sure instead of assuming. 

“Of course.” Dana assured you, well aware you don’t like to presume but instead hear directly. Everyday is different in the ED. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just Levi.” You explained, not details but enough for her to understand that something had happened. Your son could get into his own mess these days, he’s 22 and at college, figuring out his life. Didn’t mean he didn’t avoid doing dumb shit. 

Before Dana could respond, her mouth hanging open before shutting as a painstakingly familiar voice rang out. 

“What’re you doing here?” You heard your husband’s gruff voice, head turning as he wandered up beside you. He pressed a kiss to your head before his eyes returned to your face. Concern was etched across his features, worried that something was wrong. You didn’t show up here without a reason. 

Javadi tried to not look invested but she was, Robby was married? Santos and Whitaker thinking the same thing. And this woman is his wife? No way. That can’t be right. 

“Your son decided that getting drunk and running around campus was a good idea.” You informed him dryly. This is the second time you've talked about this. Not that you were angry but more annoyed. You had to leave work, because Robby couldn’t, to go and get him from the police station by his campus. “Naked.”

“Why is he always my son when he does something stupid?” Robby inquired in disbelief before shaking his head immediately. It was too early for this, barely 8:30am.  “Actually, don’t answer that.”

He knew that if either of you had passed the doing something dumb gene, it was him. He had never done something quite like that but he was the more reckless between the two of you. He didn’t need to have his workplace hear about some of the dumb things he’s done in his 20s. 

Levi isn't a bad kid. Just tends to do dumb things.

Javadi, Whitaker and Santos all shared glances in utter shock. This man has a son? A kid? No way. They don't believe they’d heard this correctly. 

“Anyways. He’s alright. But he called Jack who called me.”

“Fuck.” Your husband signed, hanging his head low before looking back at you. “You going to get him?”

He gave you a look that said you gonna go or… not to rush you out but instead to figure out why you were hanging around with your shared son behind local station bars. 

“Yeah.” You nodded, pausing before you explained absentmindedly. “Letting him sweat a bit.”

“You’re evil.” He commented dryly. 

“It’s why you married me.” You grinned. 

He huffed a soft yet dry laugh. He won’t even deny it. Your nature was one of the many reasons he’d fallen inlove with you in the first place. He knows how incredible of a mother you are. He’s cherished raising children with you. He’d never seen you so soft and loving. He sometimes still found it hard to believe you had married and had kids with him. 

But he was aware that you weren’t going to let this stint slide. 

“That’s why you’re here?” He quizzed, almost a little amused, though pissed that his son had done something so stupid. This would be something you two would discuss with him later. 

“Partially. But thought I'd tell you before Jack blabs at shiftchange.” You answered, not going to have spoken to him later about this. It was too important. And you knew Jack would’ve let him know this evening. Better if it comes from you. 

Jack has been a staple in your kids' lives since he’d met Robby years ago. When Robby had started working at PTMC as an attending, you’d been pregnant with your second child. When Jack had joined a few years later, your kids were 8 and 6 at the time. He’d immediately grown attached, loving them like they were his own. They adored him, not having a day without him since (minus when he’d been in the army and deployed). 

As much as he loves them, he made it clear he wouldn’t keep things from you and Robby. Especially when it’s important. He loved them. But he loves you both too. All of you are like his family. He wasn’t going to lie. 

“Good thinking.” He nodded, appreciative you’d told him instead of letting him be blindsited later. 

“I’ll head out.” You said, wanting to get this whole thing sorted and just get back home. Not like you’d go back to the office. Thankfully your appointments were all via zoom today, it helped. “Hopefully won’t take too long but i’ll let you know.”

“Alright, thanks.” Robby replied, pressing a kiss to your forehead. It was something he always did when you’d separate for the day. “See you after work.”

“I love you.” You said softly, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his lips.

“I love you, honey.”

You waved goodbye to him and Dana, turning back around and heading back to your car. 

“You’re married?” Santos blurted in disbelief, unable to keep it in. Whitaker nudged her with his elbow in panic, she should not have said that. 

He looks over at her, pulling the chain out from under his undershirt. The chain dangled with a gold band hanging from it. His wedding ring. “26 years.” 

He doesn’t hide he’s married. He just doesn’t find himself needing to share that information unwarranted. He loves his wife and kids but he prefers to keep his family outside of the workplace. So if he’s not prompted, he doesn't talk about them. 

“How… when … what?” Santos stammered, in disbelief he’s been married. To you. For 26 years. 

“You didn’t know?” Langdon quizzed the three as he wandered to the desk, amused at their shocked expressions.

“Don’t act like you didn’t react the same way when you found out.” Dana mused, shooting Langdon a knowing look. 

He can’t even deny it. When he discovered his attending’s long-lasting marriage, he was shocked. The man didn’t seem emotionally capable. But must've been wrong. He’s grown to know that over the last few years when he’d seen you two interact. 

Robby is a man inlove. 

“How’d you meet?” Javadi mustered up the courage to ask, curious to hear how you’d met. Especially since you’d been married for so long. 

Robby huffed a laugh at the memory, recalling the evening you’d met. It was forever seared into his memory.

1995.

Robby was out with a couple of his med school classmates for a rare night out between rotations. Being a MS3 was intense, going from classroom to real direct-contact work with patients. 

The four of them were mostly sharing how their recent rotation had been. They’d all been put into different specialties. Paediatrics, orthopaedics, cardiology and gastroenterology. 

He was mid laugh when his eyes glanced over the room, eyes locking on you. It felt like his breath had been pulled from his lungs. 

You were out with friends for a monthly catch up. Since you’d both graduated and begun your career’s, you rarely get to spend time together. The two of you made it a point to organise a once a month where you’re both free to catch up in person. Talking on the phone can only do so much for a friendship sometimes. 

The two of you were chatting, discussing recent events in your lives. She was halfway through telling you about an incident at her new job. 

“God, can you believe it?” She said in disbelieving scoff. “I mean, who in their right mind thinks that it’s okay to show up drunk and deny the whole thing, it's just dumb to try and gaslight your boss.”

“That’s so fucked. Please tell me he was fired. Or at least suspended.” You said in disgust, already hating whoever this guy was.

“I wish.” Your friend shook her head in annoyance. She went to take a sip of her drink, to realise it was empty. “But I will say that I need another drink.”

“I’ll get some.” You said as you stood up with a chuckle, grabbing your wallet. Though you gave her a playfully pointed look. “Don’t venture anywhere.”

“No promises.” she teased, though not really planning to go anywhere. She was the type to just wander away without prompt. But honestly, so are you. She’s just worse than you, especially when intoxicated. 

You chuckled and rolled your eyes at the tease, but accepted it. It's normal for the two of you, the teasing. But you do hope she won’t venture far if she decides to. 

You made your way to the bar, sliding up between a tall man and a woman, there being a gap. They weren’t interacting so you took it as a safe spot to choose. It didn’t take long for the bartender to make it to you, barely 30 seconds.

“What can I get for ya?” He asked, leaning forward slightly to make sure he could hear you. It wasn’t too loud but to be safe. 

“Vodka lemonade and a vodka coke please.” You asked kindly, always making sure to be nice to staff. He nodded and got to making the drinks.

Robby glanced down at you when he heard the honeyed voice. Oh shit. It’s you. He made an effort not to stare at you from a distance when he’d noticed you earlier. He’s not shy but he respects you’d been with a friend and he’d been with his. He barely noticed the bartender he’s spoken to before, placing the beers he’d asked for in front of him. 

“Thanks.” He said to the guy but he made no effort to move. He glanced down at you again, at the same time your eyes had flickered up to him. You gave him a smile before looking back ahead of you, eyes seemingly glancing around behind the bar. 

Robby’s attention went back to the bartender as he dug out a few bills and handed them over. He gestured with his head towards you besides him. “Her’s too.”

The bartender nodded, not really having much of a thought as he put the money through, conversing with the other bartender for what you’d asked for to figure out the total cost. 

Your head had snapped up towards him, eyebrows slightly furrowed. You’ve had guys offer to buy you drinks, your friend too. Though never had been quite as forward as this. 

“That’s awfully nice of you.” You commented dryly, looking up at him. You were a little suspicious. But you can't help but think of how gorgeous he is. It’s not actually fair. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch.” He said honestly, offering you a grin that made your heart skip a beat. Fuck this guy. 

“But it got you talking to me.” He added a beat later, that breathtaking grin widening a smidge. 

“Ah, so that was your plan, huh?”

“No, kinda just happened in the moment.” He said with a shrug, grin not faltering. It wasn't a total lie. He had been thinking about ways he could start a conversation with you. He normally can do without ease. But you’d made him throw away the idea of using shitty pickup lines. 

“In the moment.” You chuckled, a grin of your own forming. Somehow you could tell it wasn’t a complete lie, but he wasn’t telling the whole truth. For not, you wouldn’t question it. As gorgeous as he is, you didn’t plan on hanging around long. You had your friend to get back to. 

“That hard to believe?” He teased, having noted you seemed to be somewhat amused. 

“Nope, but you can’t tell me you don’t already have a list of pick-up lines ready to go.” You joked, but half-meaning it. He was unfairly attractive and you’re sure he knew it. No doubt he could easily get a girl’s attention. 

The bartender placed your drinks in front of you. Thanking him, you turned back to the man you’d been interacting with. 

“You got me.” He chuckled, not going to deny it. “But they don’t seem like something you’d be interested in”

“Now that's a line.” You laughed, grin turning into a genuine smile. 

That smile? That nearly stopped his heart. 

“Maybe it is.” He said with a light laugh, not denying but not having intended on it being that way. But really, anything to make sure you kept smiling like that. He leant his head slightly forward towards you, speaking in a conspiratorial murmur. “Did it work?”

“I’m not at liberty to answer that.” You chuckled, unwilling to admit that maybe it was. It might just be his pretty face. But you weren’t immune. 

“Besides, I have my friend to get back to.” You added, gesturing over to your friend. When your eyes landed on her, she seemed to be occupied with a guy. The two close together as they seemed in deep conversation. Good for her.

“Ah, that's one of mine.” he chuckled, eyes having followed where you’d directed and seeing it was one of his friends with your friend. He hadn’t quite anticipated his friend chatting with yours. But it certainly seemed to work in his favour here so he won’t complain. 

“Yeah?” You quizzed but weren’t completely convinced he hadn’t coordinated that. 

“Not my doing. Promise." He chuckled, raising his hands in faux-defence, sensing you thought it may have been. He meant it, genuinely not having a single thing to do with the situation. But he thought of it as good luck. 

Your eyes drifted back to him, eyebrows raised. You looked at him for a few beats before grabbing your friend's drink and one of his beers. “Don’t move.”

He didn’t say anything as you left him, and your own drink. Not a smart move but it hadn’t even occurred to you in the moment. You made your way back to the table your friend was at, placing the drinks down in front of her and her guest. You subtly winked at her before you turned back and headed towards the drink and man you’d left.

As you slid back besides him, he felt elated. He hadn’t felt this excited to just talk to a woman in well … ever. 

“Gonna tell me your name or am i gonna have to guess?”

“Michael. But you can call me Robby.”

“I don’t see how that correlates.” You mused, raising an eyebrow at him. You don't exactly see how those names worked together. Robby? You think Robert. 

“Robinavitch.” he explained with a chuckle, eyes dazzling. 

“Ah, gotcha.” You nodded with another light chuckle. Last name. You told him your name in return. 

He repeated your name, letting it roll off of his tongue. He liked it. It was your name after all. 

The two of you converesed. You discussed your lives, work, study, friends, hobbies. You discovered he was a third year med student, just completing a rotation in cardiology. He mentioned he liked the idea of emergency, wanting to help people at the hardest point of their lives. You respected it, understood it even. You were hanging onto every word he spoke, enjoying the words rolling off his lips and interested in what he was saying. That hasn’t happened in a long time.

He discovered you had graduated with a bachelor of psychology last year, now practising as such as you worked on completing your masters of clinical psychology. You explained how you want to conduct cognitive clinical assessments for patients who think they might have ADHD, autism and anything else that might support patients understand what is going on inside their brains. You didn’t go into details but you had admitted you’d had your own struggles with mental health. That being a huge part of wanting to support others with theirs. You wanted to work in a few areas of psychology, he had gathered. 

You two spoke for hours. Literally hours. About everything and nothing at the same time. You joked, had serious topics at hand and discussed absolutely anything either of you could think of. 

You checked the time on the wall with a glance, realising it was nearing 12am. God, you’d been talking to him since about 9, knowing you’d been here since at least 8 when you and your friend had arrived. Neither of you even touched your drinks, both just sitting there useless. 

“Not to cut this short…” You said with a light huff as you got up from the seat you’d been on. Eventually the two of you had drifted to an empty table, finding it more comfortable to be seated as you chatted. But he would’ve happily stood there in discomfort if he got to hear your voice. Not that he’d admit that. “...but I should go, it's nearly 12.”

He looked at the clock as you spoke, eyes widening in surprise. It had been 3 hours? That’s how long he’d been talking to you. It felt like it had been 30 minutes. His eyes drifted back to you, not going to argue. He should probably find out if his friends are still here or not. You’d both noticed yours and his friend leaving earlier, so you didn’t need to worry about her being alone. 

“Yeah, it was great talking to you.” He said with a soft smile. He was disappointed you were leaving but he understood. And he wasn’t going to make assumptions. Not with you. Other women he may have made some sort of line, getting them to go home with him or vice versa to never see them again the next day. But he didn’t want to do that with you. 

“You too.” You replied with a smile of your own. “Bye, Michael.”

“Bye.” He smiled, his lips tugging wider at the use of his first name. Not his nickname. But his name. He watched as you waved and made your exit, eyes trailing you as you walking out the front door. He let out a small sigh, disappointed you were gone. He realised a moment later that he hadn’t even asked for your number. The thought slipped. Likely to avoid the anxiety. He;d never been anxious to ask a girl for her number before. 

Meanwhile, the cold air was a welcomed slap to the face from the heat of inside the bar. It was soothing. But you couldn’t help the disappointment you felt. You had really begun to like him. You’d spoken for hours. Not like you’d spilled your entire life story. But still, you thought something was there. Something you hadn’t felt before. Not with your exes. 

You became annoyed. Had he not felt that? Or did he? Either way, he didn’t ask for any form of contact details for you. 

With a huff, you turned back inside and marched towards him. 

Robby was shocked when he saw your figure storming towards him. He had just stood up to go in search for his friends. 

“Okay. We have something. There’s this … this… I don't know … spark. It's there.” You ranted, eyes wide as you looked up at him. You wished you could blame it on the alcohol because this was not something you did. But you couldn’t help but blurt this at him. You can be embarrassed later. “We’ve been talking for hours. Literal hours. And you don’t ask for my number? Seriously? What the fuck?!”

His eyes were wide in shock as you spoke before softening. He hadn't exactly anticipated you running back to tell him off. It was hot. A soft grin tugged at his lips at each word you said. 

“What?” You asked him in annoyance, arms now crossed over your chest. 

“Is it too late to ask for your number?” He questioned, a hint of tease mixed in the hope in his voice. He had wanted to ask but had been caught off guard by you leaving. He was nervous at the prospect. What if you’d said no? That’d have just about broken his heart. 

“You’re asking now?” You asked dryly. “Because I yelled at you?”

“First, you didn't yell. You firmly stated your annoyance.” He corrected genuinely but firmly  “second, i wanted to but i got nervous.”

“Nervous?” you quizzed, not quite believing that. He hadn’t been nervous the entire time you’d spoken to him. Not openly anyways. 

“Yeah. Nervous.” He admitted without shame. “Beautiful girl I've been talking to all night rejects me? That's nerve-wrecking.”

“Enough with the lines.” You responded dryly. He hadn’t really given you lines but that didn’t automatically exclude him from going to use them. 

“Not a line. I'm serious.” Robby said, sincerity seeping through his voice. His eyes didn’t leave yours. He wanted you to know he wasn’t trying to be smooth. Just honest. 

You stared at him for a few moments, debating if you could trust it. He sounded painfully sincere. You don’t think you can fake this kind of honestly. 

“Still want my number?”

Present. 

“I love her.” Javadi rushed out immediately, then flushing with embarrassment as she realised she said that outloud. Her hand covered her mouth in shock at her own words. 

Robby just chuckled, which surprised her and the two residents. 

“She’s incredible.” He commented fondly. His mind reeled with thoughts of you. Both from recent years and the early times of your relationship. 

“Careful, you’re sounding human.” Dana joked, though she had grown fond of the dynamic between you and the attending. He was practically a different person with you. Your kids too. 

“Don’t let my daughter hear that, she’ll use it against me.” He joked back, having broken out of his thoughts and preferring the humour based dynamic in the workplace. He didn’t need to be vulnerable here. Not about his family.

Before anyone could respond, he headed off. Intending to see a patient, check in to see how his residents are doing. But he’d instead slowed his moments and pulled out his phone, pulling up your text chain.  

Husband <3: if he claims he was dared, you’re going to let me eat you out Wife: if he says that he’s made a mistake and won’t do it again, you’ll eat me out Husband <3: deal

“I’m sorry … DAUGHTER?!” 

He heard the disbelief of his resident, ignoring the question and instead pocketing his phone continuing on his day. He’s the chief attending here. At home? He’s just a man who’s obsessed with his wife.

© queensinxs 2026.

[entallica]

LOOK AFTER YOU

Dr. Micheal "Robby" Robinavitch x fem!wife!reader

Synopsis: Robby hates to see his wife feel bad about herself. (comfort & fluff) based on this request

Content: reader & robby are married, no use of y/n, pet names (sweetheart, beautiful, sweet girl, baby), soft Robby!!!, insecurity, brief mention of body image (body type not specified), robby is the best at comforting his lovely lady

WC: ~1.5k

A/N: I love soft robby & I need him to hold me immediately.

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Now Playing: Look after you - The Fray

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You could feel your chest tighten as you navigated your way through the bustling emergency department of the Pitt.

The accumulation of moisture in your eyes began to blur your vision as your throat tightened in compensation for not letting your tears fall just yet, trying to avoid the eyes of concerned coworkers throughout the long hallway.

You swung open the door that led to an empty stairwell, immediately taking a seat on one of the steps and letting your head fall into your hands, finally allowing your tears to pour freely and loosen the pressure in your throat.

Though your shift was merely halfway done, you felt as though you had been in the throes of the Pitt's typical chaos for far too long.

It was only a matter of time before someone came looking for you.

You knew that.

But you just couldn't stand to be surrounded by your coworkers anymore.

Not when it felt like every move you made took up too much space and every laugh you let out used too much air.

In the hallway of the ED, Robby seemed to notice your absence almost immediately.

"Hey Langdon, you seen my wife anywhere?" He asked Frank, who was rushing around, seemingly in the middle of something.

"No, sorry man, she came through here a little while ago though." He said, immediately splitting off to whatever important task was awaiting him.

Robby sighed and ran a hand through his hair before Mel spoke up from where she was sitting and completing charts, "I think I saw her go over there." She pointed a finger towards the end of the hallway with a soft smile.

Robby knew that your choice of isolation could only mean one thing, "Shit, okay. Thanks, King." He said with a sigh, rushing in your direction.

The door swung open in a clamor behind you, causing your head to immediately whip around to the sound, disregarding your own current state.

"Jesus, Robby. You scared me." You said, placing a hand on your chest in an attempt to control your startled heartbeat.

"Sorry, sweetheart. Just wanted to make sure you were in here." He sighed, finally allowing his body to loosen up as he took a seat next to you on the step.

It was only then that you remembered the tears staining your cheeks, so you turned your face away from your worried husband in embarrassment.

"Hey, no, don't do that." He said, placing a hand under your chin and turning your face towards his, "What's goin' on, beautiful?"

You felt your face heat up at his words, though you were unable to form your own due to your ever-growing unease.

"It's nothing." You said bashfully, letting your eyes wander anywhere but his own.

"It's definitely not nothing." He replied sternly.

You knew that you couldn't hide from Robby for long. You never could. He always found a way to soothe you even in your worst diffidence.

And so you told him everything.

You rambled on about how you felt like your scrubs didn't fit right and how every word you said felt misplaced. You told him about the way everyone's glance seemed to follow you around all day, and how your brain felt like a conglomeration of every negative word ever muttered in your general direction.

Your voice broke with sobs between nearly every word and all Robby did was listen with his eyebrows furrowed together, lightly nodding at every new discomfort you described.

Eventually, you took a long, shaky breath and finished with, "So today just really sucked."

To you, he looked sad about how upset you were, as any loving husband would be.

But to Robby, he felt the pang of his heart breaking into a million pieces as he listened to you speak so negatively about yourself.

He didn't understand how such a beautiful, smart woman could ever feel so unwelcome in a place that would not be half of what it was without her.

And worst of all, he didn't know how to put it into words to make you change your mind.

But in true Micheal Robinavitch fashion, he did his best.

Before he managed to say anything, he firmly wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you into him.

Your face found its place buried in his neck, while his arms wrapped tightly around you and for the first time all day, everything seemed to quiet.

Neither of you spoke for a long period of time.

He sat there with his arms caged protectively around you, as your salty tears slowly dried on your cheeks, but not before leaving a few damp spots on the sweater Robby wore over his scrubs.

As you sat in his arms, you allowed your mind to drift from your woes. You took deep breaths into Robby’s neck, smelling his cologne and feeling his hands spread across your back.

Once you gained your composure, you lightly pulled away from Robby to look at his face.

“I'm so sorry, my sweet girl.” He said slowly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

There were very few people who had the privilege to witness Robby taking time to slow down. Between his job keeping him on his toes and his driven personality, he seemed to never take a breath.

However, whenever he was with you, he seemed to find time to let the rigidity go.

"It's okay. I just wish I could y'know... be invisible sometimes."

His lips pulled into a frown as he nodded in understanding.

Taking your hands in his own, he let out a sigh and looked down at his fingers wrapped around your own. "I just want you to know that I love you, okay?"

"I know."

"And I always will." He looked back into your eyes.

"I know."

He nodded and leaned in to press a firm kiss against your forehead.

“You never have to hide from me, sweetheart.”

Then another kiss to your cheek.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Then your other cheek.

“And I’m so lucky that you’re my gorgeous girl.”

And finally, your lips.

For the first time since you left the house that morning, you felt covered.

Not hidden, not secret.

But secure.

It didn't matter whether you were already drowning or not, because Robby would always be there to build a roof below the rain and hold you through the storm.

His mouth melded to yours, warm and fervent, as you breathed him in and allowed him to occupy all of the space in your lungs.

You didn't pull away until you felt him take a shaky breath against your lips. As you opened your eyes to see him, you noticed the slight shift in his demeanor.

"Are you okay?" You questioned in concern.

"I'm so fucking proud of you, baby." He stated without a second thought, his gruff voice gently breaking in admiration.

You let out a quiet "Oh?" at the explanation... or lack thereof.

Then he lent back into you.

And you let it all wash away onto his lips.

Though the storm was insistent, Robby was your home and you knew he always would be.

No matter how often you felt that your beams were unstable, he would always be there; sturdy, devoted, and yours.

When you pulled away again, you rested your forehead against his and he let out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding.

You could hear the commotion coming from inside the ED, but you both chose to ignore it for one moment longer.

“I know you don’t feel like it, but you are so beautiful. And so worthy. Of everything.” He said, his forehead still pressed against your own.

“Thank you, baby.” You responded.

“I mean it, okay?”

“Okay.” You gave in.

It was then that a bang on the doorway broke the two of you apart.

“Hey uh, Dr. Robby now would be a great time to get in here.” Said a panicked Whitaker, peeking in through the cracked door in caution of interrupting.

Robby groaned and stroked a hand through his beard, “Yeah, yeah, alright.”

Once Whitaker closed the door, he leaned in to press another kiss to your lips.

“Don’t you ever feel like you need to hide from me. No matter what it is.” He said sternly.

“Okay.” You said and he gave a firm nod, before standing up and reaching his hand out to you.

Once he pulled you up, he went to open the door.

“Wait!” You said before he turned the handle.

He raised an eyebrow in confusion but it quickly faded as you wrapped your arms around him one more time, breathing him in.

He let his hand fall into your hair, cradling your head against his chest.

“Are you ready?” He said, referring to the rest of the shift that awaited you outside of the stairwell.

“I think so.” You said into his chest, and he placed a kiss on your head as he pulled away and opened the door.

[mariasont]

You rambled on about how you felt like your scrubs didn't fit right and how every word you said felt misplaced. You told him about the way everyone's glance seemed to follow you around all day, and how your brain felt like a conglomeration of every negative word ever muttered in your general direction.

He didn't understand how such a beautiful, smart woman could ever feel so unwelcome in a place that would not be half of what it was without her.

oh! didn’t know i was going to cry on this fine evening! reader w this specific breed of anxiety i see you soooo clearly & u are soooo important to me 🤍🤍🤍🤍

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

What I do when the fanfiction isn't x reader but an oc

[rafesteddy]

[rafesyayo]

Dada

[salty-sav]

😛

[kittennextdoor]

18+ big men who let you ride their abs.

Your boyfriend was built like a god — broad shoulders, thick arms, and rock-hard abs that flexed under your palms every time he moved.

Tonight, he was lying on his back in bed, watching you with dark, hungry eyes as you straddled his waist. You were already soaked, and instead of sinking down and fucking him, you slowly dragged your dripping pussy across his abs.

“Fuck, baby…” he groaned, hands gripping your hips as you started grinding on him.

The hard ridges of his abs felt incredible against your clit. Every roll of your hips made your slick folds slide over the deep grooves of muscle, the friction perfect and filthy. You leaned forward, bracing your hands on his massive chest for leverage as you rode his abs harder.

He flexed them beneath you on purpose, making the ridges even more pronounced. The wet sounds of your pussy gliding over his skin filled the room as you moaned, grinding your swollen clit against the hard planes of his stomach.

“Look at you,” he rasped, voice low and rough. “Using my abs like your own personal toy. So fucking wet for me.”

You whimpered, moving faster, chasing that pressure. Every time you rolled your hips forward, your clit caught perfectly on the ridges, sending sparks through your whole body. His hands guided you, helping you grind down harder as your juices smeared all over his sculpted stomach.

“That’s it, ride me,” he growled, eyes locked on where your pussy was sliding messily over his abs. “Make yourself cum all over me.”

The combination of his voice and the relentless friction finally pushed you over the edge. You came hard, thighs shaking as you ground down against his abs, soaking his stomach with your release.

He groaned at the sight, pulling you down for a deep kiss while you were still trembling on top of him. “Next time,” he murmured against your lips, “you’re doing that on my face.”

[ga33y3]

I saw a Magic Mike live show and all I can say is I need to see it again ASAP

[kittennextdoor]

━ nsfw :: cw - mmf ⤷ both of your boyfriends eat you out at the same time ‹𝟹

You were spread out on the bed like a feast, legs shoved wide open as your two boyfriends buried their faces between your thighs. They were absolutely feral for your pussy. One boyfriend shoved his tongue deep inside your dripping hole, fucking you with it in messy, hungry strokes while the other latched onto your swollen clit and sucked hard. They kept aggressively bumping heads, growling and shoving at each other like they were fighting over who got to devour you first.

“Fuck, she tastes so fucking good,” one of them groaned, the deep vibration making your clit throb. The other pushed his face in right beside him, their tongues sliding sloppily together as they both licked and sucked at your soaked folds. They were making out with each other right against your pussy — tongues tangling, swapping your juices back and forth in wet, filthy kisses while they ate you alive. It was so nasty.

Thick strings of your cream and their spit were dripping down your ass as they devoured you. One would suck noisily on your clit while the other tongue-fucked your cunt, then they’d switch, sometimes pulling back just to spit on your pussy before diving back in. Both of them were moaning and grunting loudly into your cunt like starving animals, the sounds wet and obscene. Their stubble scraped against your sensitive skin as they fought for every drop.

One boyfriend locked his mouth around your clit and sucked hard, flicking his tongue rapidly while shoving two thick fingers deep inside you, curling them against your g-spot. The other kept his tongue flat and wide, licking messily from your asshole all the way up to your clit. You were shaking, thighs squeezing around their heads as you got closer. “Don’t stop— fuck, I’m gonna cum—” you cried, grinding desperately against their faces.

They went even harder. One sucked viciously on your clit while the other tongue-fucked you deep and fast, both of them moaning and growling into your pussy. The overwhelming pleasure hit you like a freight train. You came hard, gushing all over their tongues as they fought to drink every drop, licking and slurping noisily through your orgasm.

Even after you started twitching from overstimulation, they kept going — lazily licking up every creamy drop, occasionally kissing each other with your cum still coating their tongues and dripping down their chins. When they finally pulled back, their faces were a shiny, fucked-out mess, lips swollen and glistening.

“Round two?”

[miravaa]

GET AWAY

soft!jermajesty x blackreader

~warning: 18+ smut, creampie, kissing, cursing, drinking, oral sex (m. and f.) receiving, some fluff, porn with a plot. lmk if i missed anything

~wc: 2.7k

~notes: my cousin said i write like im white 😭whole time im soft spoken in real life lmaooo, i know im not so good at writing but enjoy!!

it was your one-year anniversary of being with jermajesty, and you both decided to go away to get away from all the nonsense for a while and just enjoy each other’s company.

you’d landed in bermuda about 2 days ago, and so far bermuda was very nice, very peaceful. you loved being on the island already.

you stepped onto the balcony of the hotel you were staying at, the warm sun hitting your skin.

the beach wasn’t too far from the hotel so you asked jermajesty if yall can go to the beach today.

you stepped back into the room.“jerbabyy.” you called out because he was in the bathroom. “hm?” he hummed stepping out the bathroom, his eyes glued to his phone.

“ can we go to the beach today?.” you asked walking over to your suitcase looking for a swimsuit to wear, knowing he was going to say yes. “ yea.” he answered instantly, turning off his phone throwing it on the bed and walking over to his suitcase looking for swimming trunks.

it didn’t take you both to finish getting ready because you decided to wear light makeup instead of a full face of makeup, it was too hot for all of that.

“baby, i heard the sand is pink.” you said, grabbing his hand.” really?” he responded raising his eyebrows.

you nodded, grabbing your phone out your bag checking to see what time it was. “let’s stay at the beach for like an hour because it’s already 1.” you said turning your phone off and placing it back in your bag.

“alright.” he said taking off his sunglasses and placing them in his pocket.

it was quiet as yall were soon approaching the beach, you didn’t really mind it being quiet, you enjoyed quietness. seagulls calling in the distance, the waves rolling gently on the shore.

you finally approached the beach, you found empty beach chairs near the water and laid on them, the water shimmering beneath the sun as the waves rolled onto the pink sand. in the distance you saw colorful umbrellas, kids playing, people swimming in the water.

it was so calming.

the waves splashing.

the wind.

but you were getting bored now. “ let’s go swim.” you said getting up without waiting for jermajesty to get up. “ well damn, you could’ve at least waited for me.” he said catching up to you.

you walked on the shoreline, the pink sand between your toes. he followed behind, walking towards the water. the cool water hit your ankles which made you gasp.

“ the water’s cold.” stepping back onto the hot sand. “you pussy?” jermajesty asked as he stepped deeper into the water.

“no.” you said. “ so then come on.” jermajesty laughed as he splashed water in your direction. “stop, nigga.” a smile spreading across your face.

you were having so much fun, floating in the water, the waves knocking you off balance, him teasing you with the seaweed.

you both spent the next hour playing in the water, splashing at each other, chasing each other, and you not liking the seaweed touching your feet.

“that shit felt weird.” you said following behind him back to where yall was sitting. “ it’s nothing but seaweed.” he said laughing.

“whatever, i’m hungry.” you sighed, pulling your phone out your bag to take pictures. “you ready to go?” jermajesty said dusting the sand off his feet.

you nodded while still looking at your camera. “take a picture with me.” you said moving closer to him. “ok, smile.” but instead of him smiling he stared at you.

“ jermajesty look at the camera.”

“ i am.”

“no you’re not, you’re looking at me.”

“ same thing.” you rolled your eyes, snapping pictures anyway trying not to laugh. “ok let’s go cause im starving.” you grabbing your bag off the chair.

you both soon made it back to the hotel, covered in sand. after showering and changing into something comfortable, you ordered food and laying on top of jermajesty watching your phone.

you’d ordered something way different from jermajesty his plate looked super good, now you wanted his food because it looks good.

“baby, can we switch plates?”you said walking towards him with your plate in your hands. “no, you should’ve ordered what i ordered.” he said moving his plate away from you.

“ok.” you said while walking towards the table that was in your hotel suite. “…here, you always do this.” walking towards you, handing his plate to you and sitting at the table with you. “aww, thank you.” you said a smile spread across your face, as you gave him a soft peck on the cheek.

“mhm.” he mumbled, taking bites of the other plate of food. “you lucky we going to the rooftop later.”

a few hours later, it was finally time to go to the rooftop, it was a bar up there so you knew it was gonna be fun.

you searched through your luggage and found a cute pastel yellow sun dress. you were deciding on whether or not to do make up. “ jer, should i do make up or no?” you questioned as you walked out the bathroom to find him.

“ you always look pretty with and without it, but i recommend no makeup.” he said grabbing your face softly and bringing you in for a kiss.

“ stop before we won’t go nowhere.” you said biting the inside of your cheek, trying to hide the smile that was threatening to spread across your face. “ i don’t mind staying in the room.” he replied, his eyes meeting yours.

you rolled your eyes, trying not to laugh at him.

“boy, please.” walking back towards the bathroom to finish getting ready to leave.

“ok, i’m ready.” you said grabbing your purse off the bed. “about damn time.”jermajesty said standing up already rushing to the door.

“shut the up, i needed to look perfect.” following him out the door and to the elevator. “baby, you always look perfect.” he said turning his attention to you .“nigga, don’t start.” you said laughing.

“am i lying though?” he said grabbing your hand, leading you out the elevator.

the rooftop was prettier than you expected. the smell of food moving through the air as glasses clinked together. blue lights hung above the seating area, music playing loud from the speakers but not too loud, the view of the island behind the railing. the air was way cooler, blowing at just the right temperature.

you were happy to be on this trip because you were finally able to spend time with jermajesty by yourself, no one else to distract you both.

once you’d reached the bar you grabbed a small menu to look at any type of special drink. “what drink you getting?” he asked looking at the menu also. “ i think ima get the pink paradise it got the good stuff in there.” you said placing the menu down.

the bartender came over and asked what could she get y’all to drink and you told her you wanted the pink paradise. on the other hand, jermajesty… “ i want whatever got the most liquor.” you bumped him with your elbow looking at him like he was crazy.

“ jermajesty..” you said, laughing.” what? i’m on vacation.” he responded shrugging his shoulders.

a few minutes later, the bartender returned with the drinks. yours was a nice cute pink, sugar coated around the rim with a lime tucked on the side. you lifted the glass carefully, taking a sip. “is it good?” he asked looking at your drink. you nodded.” let me try.” he grabbed your drink and took a sip.

he nodded his head as a sign it’s good. “now try yours.” you said pulling your phone out to record him taking a sip. he took a sip and then made a face. “that’s what your dumbass get.” you said laughing.

he coughed once and placed his glass down.“that shit strong.” he said calling the bartender over to get a red bull or something as a chaser. “ yea i know, i don’t even wanna try yours.” you put your phone back in your bag.

an hour had passed, conversations flowing, the music playing quieter now. empty glasses getting replaced with drinks more than once.

your cheeks hurting from laughing at jermajesty all night. he laid back in the chair turning his attention to you with a smile he’d been wearing all night.

“you ok?” you asked, placing your empty glass down carefully. he nodded. “you tipsy?” you asked, moving your chair closer to him. “maybe.” he responded pulling you in for a kiss. “you so pretty.” he hummed.

“thank you, baby.” you responded biting your lip as warmth began to spread across your chest.

you couldn’t tell if it was from the drinks or him….

he still hadn’t taken his eyes off you.

“what?” you asked, now growing shy under his stare.

“ let’s go back to the room.” he responded, standing up and grabbing your hand leading to the elevator.

“why you wanna leave early?” you questioned. “…i wanna spend the rest of the night with you.” you couldn’t help but smile at his response.

you two stepped into the elevator, the ride down back to the room was quiet. it was a comfortable silence that you liked. you rested your head against his arm.

he ooked down at you with a smile.“ you had fun?” he asked “mhm.”you answered, looking up at him.

“this was my favorite day so far.” you said, leaning back on his arm.

the elevator let out a soft ding, showing you reached your floor.

you both stepped into the quiet hallway, the hotel felt peaceful. your footsteps echoing softly against the carpet as you walked side by side.

a few moments later you tapped the key card against the door, you opened the door stepping in and jermajesty following behind you.

you walked over to the bed sitting down and placing your purse on the small night stand. he followed behind taking off his shoes and placing them beside the bed.

you got up about to walking towards the bathroom to wrap your hair up. “baby.” jermajesty said breaking the silence. you walked over to him.”yes?”you responded. he didn’t say anything and just pulled you in for a kiss.

“i need you.” he mumbled in between the kiss. you couldn’t help it by smiling. “ you have me, baby.”

his hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him. the kiss started off slow, a tender, lingering kiss, a celebration of spending one year together. this didn’t last for long, your fingers pressing into his skin, the kiss shifted. it turned into a sloppy, hungry kiss. your tongues dancing and swirling together with need.

jermajesty broke the kiss by an inch, his breath hot against your lips.” happy anniversary.” he whispered, his voice low.” happy anniversary, baby.” you responded just barely above whisper.

he buried his face in the crook of your neck. he sucked on your sensitive skin, leaving a mark as his teeth grazed your collarbone. you let out a sharp, shaky moan, your hands slipping into his hair.

jermajesty layed you down as he began to move lower, kissing the swell of your breasts through the fabric of your dress. you then pulled the straps of your dress down your shoulders revealing your breasts. jermajesty sucked hard, his tongue swirling around your nipple, while his hand kneaded your other breast, pinching your nipple between his fingers.

you arched your back, letting out a soft moan. you stripped from the rest of your clothes. jermajesty eyes roamed every curve of your brown skin. once you were bare, jermajesty settled in between your thigh’s, he kissed in between your thighs, licking your soft skin.

when he finally reached your pussy, you were already dripping. jermajesty leaned in, his tongue flat and firm as he licked a long stripe against your folds. you gased. “oh fuck.” your hips bucking off the mattress as his lips sealed around your clit, sucking it deep into his mouth while his two fingers slid inside you.

his tongue flicking and swirling, driving you to the edge. “fuck… baby right there.” you whimpered, your voice strained. he didn’t stop until you reached your peak, your wall’s clamping down against his fingers, your legs shaking with an intense orgasm.

jermajesty pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth tasting you fully. “mmm you taste good.” sucking the remaining of your release off his fingers and taking off the remainder of his clothes.

neither of you were done with each other yet, so you got up while he was standing and lowered yourself onto your knees. your hands finding the waist band of his boxers, sliding them down. his dick sprung out, heavy and throbbing, slightly hitting you in the face. his tip leaking a fresh bead of precum. you grabbed the base of his dick slapping the tip against your tongue.

you let out a low moan as you swirled your tounge around his tip before taking him deeper. jermajesty let out a groan, his hands tangling in your hair, guiding your rhythm. “mmm fuck… that feels good.” he breathed, voice rough with desire.

you began to bob your head, taking him inch by inch, your cheeks hollowing as you created a vacuum around his length. your tongue swirling around his length, while your hand stroked the base in time with your mouth. you looked up at him, eyes blazing, sucking him harder, a loud wet slurping filling the space between the both of you.

you pulled back enough just to let him see the glistening trail of saliva that stretched from your lips to his length. you licked it up, your tongue dragging across the sensitive skin, then you continued, moving faster now, you could feel every ridge, every vein, every throb of his dick as you worked, lips slick and warm.

his hips buckled, seeking more of your mouth. “please.. i’m so close.” he warned. you responded by increasing your pace even more, hollowing your cheeks, you took him as deep as you could. you felt the head of cock hit the back of your throat. you swallowed around him, your throat muscles contracting, milking him.

with a groan, he released, his hips jerking forward as his thick, hot ropes of cum shot down your throat. you swallowed eagerly, your tongue lapping at his sensitive tip as he pulsed. you didn’t stop until he was completely spent.

he pulled you off your knees, laying you back on the bed on your back. the sight of your pussy, glistening, made his cock throb. he lined himself up and pushed into you with one heavy thrust, burying himself to a hilt.

“you’re so deep..“ your gasped as you felt the stretch.

his hand slid up to the front of your throat. he didn’t squeeze hard, just a soft, possessive pressure.

he began slamming into you, his hips snapping forward with a powerful force.” fuck.. your so tight.” he groaned, his voice rough.”squeezing the fuck out of me.”

“oh god, yes!” your voice echoed. he leaned into your ear. his voice low.”shhh, baby… not too loud.” he picked up the pace, his thrust becoming much faster, keeping his hand around your throat.

“oh fuck, don’t stop.”you cried out, your eyes fluttering.

your walls clenched around him, as your orgasm began to approach. “jer, i’m gonna cum.” your voice breaking. “cum for me.” at his words you let go, head spinning as your release hit you hard, milking his length with every thrust.

jermajesty soon followed behind you, slamming deep inside you, with one last thrust. his thick, hot ropes of his cum flooding your womb, filling you completely. he stayed buried inside you for moment, heart’s racing, his length still throbbing.

slowly, he pulled out of you. the mixture of his cum and your juices flowing out of you. jermajesty stepped away to the bathroom to grab a wash cloth, wetting it with warm water, returning to clean the mess of you.

he then came and lay beside you, pulling you into his arms. “i love you.” he whispered, placing a kiss on your head. “i love you more.” you responded, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

the tv played softly in back, neither of you paying attention to it. wrapped in each others arms, sleep soon took over you as the day came to an end.

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[dollfacegallery]

Jermajesty waking you up for a late night snack

18+ Explicit rough sex, possessive talk, very detailed smut

A/N - ik I said yall were gonna get this like two days ago but I’m a liar so….

It’s late as fuck

Your sleeping in your man’s bed, his hoodie swallowing you up, one leg sticking out laying your head on what was supposed to be jermajestys chest.

Then you feel a big, hand sliding up the back of your thigh, gripping your ass cheek, fingers starting to pull down your panties.

“Jermajesty…?” you mumble, half asleep.

“Shh, go back to sleep, ma,” he whispers low against your neck, voice all deep and raspy. “This ain’t got nothing to do with you.”

You shift a little. “wtf are you talking about It’s 4 in the morning.”

“So? ‘Cause you tired I’m supposed to starve?” He says starting to pull your panties down your legs.

He had you on your back, legs spread wide as he buried his face between your thighs. His tongue was licking you nice and slow, sucking on your clit while two thick fingers pushed deep inside you, curling just them just right.

You moaned loud, back arching off the bed, one hand gripping his hair. The pleasure was too much, too intense, you tried to close your legs, thighs trembling as you squeezed around his head.

He imhaled you completely moaning against your pussy, the vibration making you shiver. Without missing a beat, his big hand came down hard on your ass a sharp smack that echoed in the room.

“Open your fucking legs ma,” he ordered, voice rough and smug. He slapped your ass again, harder this time, the sting mixing with the pleasure as he pushed your thighs apart. “Don’t close them on me again. “ push that shit out you gonna make me have to be mean mami .”

You whimpered, legs shaking as you spread them wider for him. “ mmmpshit fuckk “

He looked up at you with that cocky, satisfied smirk, lips shiny. “That’s a good girl. Gonna let me eat this pretty ass too?”

Before you could answer, he pushed your legs back further, spreading you completely. His tongue dragged lower, licking over your tight hole, slow and teasing.

“Jermajesty—” you gasped, trying to squirm away, but he held you open, tongue circling and pushing inside you.

“Get offa me pa please I’m so sleepy”

“Mhm and you gon sleep even better when I’m done”

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[barbienextdoor]

Bodyguard

Summary :: After your husband gets into yet another saloon brawl being overprotective of you, you’re determined to give him the silent treatment to teach him a lesson. But he knows exactly how his charm and protectiveness affect you. Pairing :: Cowboy!clark x reader Cw :: nsfw :: p w/ plot :: overprotective/possessive clark :: smut & aftercare :: make up sex :: mentions of a bar fight :: pet names (honeysuckle, baby, darlin) :: unprotected sex :: praise kink :: v light angst :: rough handling :: est. relationship :: wall/holding :: exhibitionism (barn setting) :: no beta we die like men. 1.5k wc :: masterlist

“Y'know I can't help but be your bodyguard…” Clark’s voice is a low, honeyed drawl as he slips into the dimly lit barn, the heavy wooden door clicking shut behind him. He’s got that lazy tilt to his cowboy hat, looking entirely too smug for someone who just spent the last hour picking a fight with half the town at the saloon just because a man looked your way. He knows exactly what he’s doing to you — knows that his protective streak drives you crazy, even when you’re trying your hardest to freeze him out.

You keep your back turned, stubbornly wiping down the leather of an old saddle like it’s the most important job in the world. Your heart is hammering against your ribs, completely betraying the cold front you’re trying to put up. “Ain’t even gonna look at me, darlin’?” you hear the slow, deliberate thud of his boots getting closer.

You keep your eyes glued to the leather, but you can feel the heat radiating off him. He steps right into your space, his large frame completely blocking out the rest of the barn until he’s looming directly over your shoulder. 'Don't give in' — you think to yourself, biting the inside of your cheek. If you let him off easy, he’ll never learn to keep his temper on a leash.

“I was just lookin’ out for my girl — my wife,” he murmurs, his hot breath fanning against the shell of your ear. When you still don’t answer, he lets out a soft, amused scoff. He reaches around you, his gentle hands dropping onto yours to gently take the leather rag from your grip. You send a sharp glare backward — a look that says ‘you’re in trouble.’

He just grins, a roguish, dimpled thing that makes your knees instantly feel like jelly. “Yeah, I know.”

Clark hooks his fingers under your chin, tilting your face up until you have no choice but to look into those striking eyes of his. Before you can pull away, his other hand settles heavy and possessive on your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. He cradles you close, his thumbs tracing slow circles into your skin through the fabric of your shirt, rocking you ever so slightly to the rhythm of his own heartbeat. “Somebody’s gotta protect you, baby. Even if someone's knuckles are a little bloody for it. You really mad at me for that, huh?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer. He leans down, his lips brushing softly along your jawline, tracing down to the sensitive dip of your neck. A shaky sigh slips past your lips, your hands instinctively gripping the front of his shirt just to keep yourself upright.

“Show me how to make it up to you,” he whispers against your skin, his deep voice vibrating right through you. “You want me to beg, huh? Tell you I’m sorry, baby — get on my knees for you?” Clark slides his hands down, his palms skimming the curve of your hips, his touch growing heavier, more deliberate. His eyes are dark with a sudden, intense heat as he locks his gaze back onto yours.

He sinks lower, his hands sliding down the back of your thighs, lifting you effortlessly until you’re forced to wrap your legs around his waist. He backs you straight up against the sturdy wooden pillar of the barn, pressing his weight into you in a way that makes your thoughts completely scatter. The hard ridge of his length strains against his jeans, grinding slow and deliberate right between your thighs, right where you’re already aching and slick for him.

Clark buries his face in your neck, inhaling the scent of you like a dying man, his lips parting to press a warm, wet kiss right over your pulse point. His teeth graze the spot, just enough to pull a soft whimper from your throat. One big hand slips under your shirt, rough palm sliding up your bare skin until he’s cupping your breast, thumb circling your nipple until it tightens into a needy peak.

“Say it’s all fixed, honeysuckle,” he groans against your skin, rolling his hips forward in a filthy grind that has you clenching around nothing. “Tell me I’m doing a good job keeping you safe… say you’re mine.”

His fingers make quick work of your buttons, shoving your shirt open so he can drag his mouth lower. Hot, open-mouthed kisses trail down your chest until his lips close around your nipple, sucking hard while his tongue flicks in lazy strokes. You arch into him with a broken moan, fingers threading tight into his hair under that damn hat. “Clark…” his name comes out wrecked, half plea, half surrender.

He sets you down just long enough to yank your jeans open and shove them down your hips along with your panties, then he’s lifting you again, pinning you to the pillar with one strong arm while his free hand works his belt open. The thick head of his tip nudges against your slick folds, teasing, rubbing up and down until you’re trembling.

“That’s it, darlin’,” he breathes, voice rough as gravel. “Let me in.”

He pushes inside you in one slow, relentless thrust, stretching you open around him until he’s buried to the hilt. The burn is perfect, overwhelming. Clark groans deep in his chest, forehead pressed to yours, pupils dilated, hips rocking shallow and steady while you adjust to the full, heavy feel of him.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he rasps, starting to move harder, deeper, each thrust driving you up against the rough wood. The wet sound of skin meeting skin fills the quiet barn, mixing with your gasps and his low, filthy praises. One hand grips your ass, holdng you open for him while the other braces against the pillar, muscles flexing with every powerful stroke.

He fucks you like he fights — intense, possessive, completely focused on claiming what’s his. Every roll of his hips drags against that sweet spot inside you until your thighs shake around his waist and your nails dig into his shoulders.

“That’s my girl,” he growls against your mouth, kissing you deep and messy. “Come on, lil' honeysuckle. Give it to me. Let me feel you fall apart.”

The pleasure coils tight and snaps hard. You cry out, clenching around him as the orgasm crashes through you, waves of heat flooding every nerve. Clark curses softly, thrusts turning erratic and desperate until he buries himself deep one last time, pulsing hot inside you as he comes with a low, broken groan of your name.

For a moment, the only sounds are your ragged breathing and the creak of the barn settling around you. Clark stays buried deep, holding you close, pressing soft, lazy kisses along your shoulder like he can’t bear to let you go just yet. And just like that, the anger is completely gone, leaving you entirely at his mercy.

“I got you, darlin’… I got you,” he breathes against your temple, his voice droppin into a low, gravelly hum as the adrenaline begins to fade from both of you. He slips out of you with a soft, wet sound that makes you shudder, but before your feet can even touch the cold dirt floor, he’s lifting you right back into his arms, keeping your thighs hooked around his waist.

He carries you over to the workbench in the back corner, setting you down gently on the edge where his old flannel shirt is draped. Your legs are still trembling, your breath hitching as the cool air hits your bare skin, but Clark is already moving. He grabs a clean cloth from the shelf, tipping the water canteen over it until it’s damp.

“Look at me, honeysuckle,” he murmurs, kneeling right down between your thighs. When you look down at him, his hat is pushed back, his eyes soft and completely devoid of the heat from earlier. He’s incredibly gentle as he uses the cloth to wipe away the slick mess between your legs, his calloused thumbs trailing over the inside of your thighs to soothe the ache. “Still mad at your husband? Huh? Tell me the truth.”

You shake your head, reaching down to trace the slight bruise forming over his knuckles from the saloon fight. A soft, breathless laugh escapes you. “You’re such an idiot, Clark.”

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot,” he grins, leaning up to press a soft, lingering kiss right to the center of your chest, right over your heart. He helps you pull your panties and jeans back up, tugging your clothes into place with a tenderness that makes your chest ache. Once you’re put back together, he pulls you down off the bench and wraps his massive arms around you from behind, buried into the crook of your neck as you both just sway in the quiet barn. “Next time, I’ll try to be good. Promise. But ain’t nobody allowed to look at you like that. Not while I’m drawin’ breath.”

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@orangethecarrotcoloredpaperred, @supermanswifesstuff, @cigdolly

[suna-rintaros-wife]

GATTOUZ AS EREN YEAGER

AOT P0RNSTAR AU ⭐️📸 NSFW 🔞🔞🔞🔞

You were already running late

If there was one thing everyone in Jersey knew, it was that bus drivers waited for absolutely nobody.

The familiar hiss of the doors echoed through the street just as you reached the stop

The driver sighed dramatically but kept the doors open long enough for you to squeeze inside

Breathing heavily, you slipped toward the back of the bus pretending to be busy on your phone scrolling through instagram

A woman sitting with her son who looked maybe around 10, looked you up and down before shaking her head and grabbing his arm to sit in the seat across the aisle.

You tried not to let it bother you

Honestly, your outfit wasn’t outrageous

You wore a fitted midnight blue colored polo top that hugged your curves perfectly, the buttons at the top were open showing a bit of cleavage with your gold name plate laying pretty on your chest, you wore the same colored low rise jean shorts that were tight and showed just enough of your ass. And of course finished off with a pair of kitten heels to show off your fresh pedicure.

But of course people were going to have their opinions

You had bigger things to worry about, you were on your way to an audition with a popular porn star, as crazy as it sounds this is a once in a lifetime opportunity that you were definitely not taking for granted

About a year ago you started an onlyfans just for fun with your friend

Once you saw how much money was actually coming in you couldn’t stop, eventually starting to do livestreams and take request

Most of the times your content was self pleasure, except the occasional scissoring videos with some girls you met online that suggested a collab

That content is what made you the most money, so when you saw that they were looking for new inexperienced girls to to be in Gattouz new video there was no way in hell you were missing that

From the things you’ve researched, he’s one of the company’s biggest stars as well as the creative director. They do a couple auditions every year and scout girls from different cities to make them an upcoming star

It did wonders for a lot of girls and now you were hopefully gonna be given the same opportunity

After an hour train ride followed by a 30 minute uber, you finally arrived at the place they were holding the auditions

It was at a rundown motel in Harlem

The building looked sketchy as hell, with faded paint, flickering lights, and people lingering outside. It definitely wasn’t what you expected, but of course you didn’t care still keeping your head high walking in

The lobby was flooded.

Girls filled almost every seat, each one looking completely different from the next. Different ages, body types, ethnicities, styles, some wore tiny designer dresses and stripper heels, while others kept it simple in jeans and crop tops.

You started to second guess your outfit, now feeling like you were too underdressed

“Hello” you said as you went up to the front desk

“I’m in the correct place for the auditions, right?”

The woman behind the desk barely looked up from her computer. She sighed at you irritated like you just asked the dumbest question

“Sign your name, put your instagram next to it, then go have a seat”

“….okay”

You did as you were told and plopped down in a seat next to a random girl

The second you sat down, she immediately whipped her head towards you

“HEY OH MY GOD… I’ve seen you before!”

You look over, taken back by her random burst of energy

she wore a long platinum blonde wig that matched beautifully with her brown skin and big brown eyes

“Have you?” You laughed in response

you had a couple thousand followers but not enough to get noticed in public

She dug through her purse before pulling out her phone

“Angel right?” She turned her phone up showing you your onlyfans account

Angel was your stage name, it was a nickname you were given by your grandma from young. And although it was basic it definitely fit the aesthetic and vibe of your account

You smiled, flattered by her actually recognizing you

This was definitely a huge ego boost

“Yup, that’s me”

“No way,” she smiled ear to ear “You’re so much more prettier in person wow, I’ve been following you for a while”

You couldn’t help but laugh again

“Then we should definitely collab sometime, your gorgeous too”

That comment made her smile even wider

The conversation died down as you glanced around the lobby

Most of these girls looked exhausted. Some scrolled mindlessly through TikTok, others fixed their makeup for the tenth time, while a few rested their heads against the wall, clearly tired of waiting

You turned back to her

“How long have you been waiting here?”

She dramatically rolled her eyes

“Girl, I’ve been here for like an hour already.” She groaned rubbing her stomach “ughhh I’m actually starving”

You sighed

Since you were the last to come, you already knew this was going to be a long day

A couple minutes later a man with auburn colored hair, dressed in all black with a clipboard tucked under one arm came from down the hallway. He exchanged a few words with the woman at the front desk before taking the sign-in sheet from her.

His eyes slowly scanned the room as he read the list

For a brief second, his gaze landed on you before calling out a name.

“Trinity.”

The girl beside you immediately stood up, smoothing out her dress before turning back with a nervous smile

“Wish me luck”

“You got this” you gave her a thumbs up

She nodded in response before following the guy down the hallway

She was a really pretty girl and looked around your age, she definitely had a good shot

_

Not even ten minutes later, Trinity comes rushing out from down the hallway, her eyes filled with tears.

“Hey, what happened—” You reach for her arm, but she pulls away, storming out without another word.

You start to go after her, but stop when you hear your name called. You feel a pang of guilt for the girl, but then again, you don't really know her. Deciding to shake off the negative thoughts, you turn around to face the man with the auburn hair who came out to get her, and you follow him down the hall.

As you walk past, you catch the other girls muttering under their breath and throwing dirty looks your way. Honestly, who could blame them? They’ve been waiting out there for hours, and you haven’t even been here for thirty minutes.

The man leads you into a massive bedroom centered around a king sized bed. A camera setup is already in place, and a couple of crew members are waiting around.

“Alright everyone, this is Angel,” he introduces you. You give a nervous little wave.

“Please tell me you brought somebody worth my fucking time.”

The voice is instantly recognizable, and you look over. It’s Gattouz. He has his long brown hair pulled neatly back into a bun, muscles practically bursting through the fabric of his tight black shirt, his biceps massive. He pairs it casually with baggy jeans.

You two lock eyes. He smirks, scanning you from head to toe.

“Hi… I’m Angel.” You extend your hand. His strong fingers gently wrap around yours, bringing your knuckles up to his lips, planting a soft kiss.

“No need for introductions, beautiful. I know exactly who you are,” he murmurs, looking down at you while licking his lips.

Out of all the guys who have ever tried to hit on you, none of them have given you butterflies quite like this.

“Come sit. Let’s talk.” He guides you over to the edge of the bed, and you follow his lead without hesitation.

You notice the camera start rolling, but you can't bring yourself to look away from him. He steps back, standing right next to the camera and the auburn haired man.

“So, tell us about yourself.”

You gulp, discreetly wiping your sweaty palms against your thighs to clear the nerves. “Well, I’m twenty years old, I’m from Jersey. I currently have around 105k followers on Instagram, and I just hit 45k monthly subscribers on OnlyFans.”

His smirk widens. He nods, glancing down to read the next question. “How comfortable are you on camera?”

“I’m fine with it. I do a lot of livestreams, so it’s nothing new to me.”

He nods again, his expression shifting to something much darker. “…Touch yourself.”

The sudden command throws you off guard. You expected a few more interview questions before getting into anything sexual, but the bluntness of it sends a thrill straight through you. Without another thought, any leftover nerves vanish. Your left hand reaches up, sliding under your top to aggressively cup and squeeze your breast, while your hips begin to grind instinctively against the mattress.

The rough denim of your jean shorts rubs against your clit, and within seconds, you're completely soaked. Your right hand slides down your waist, slipping into the waistband of your shorts to rub tight circles at the top of your pussy and a small groan escapes your throat.

After a few minutes of watching you move, he abruptly walks over.

You don't stop. If anything, your pace quickens now that he’s standing right in front of you.

He leans down, his thumb grazing your lips before sliding into your mouth. You part your lips further, letting him press it deep against your tongue. You swirl your tongue around his thumb, holding his gaze with the most seductive gaze.

He’s clearly amused. The bulge in his jeans grows bigger by the second, completely uncontainable.

Before you can even process anything, he catches you by the waist and slams you back onto the bed. A gasp escapes your mouth as he rips your top off, immediately attacking your breasts with heavy kisses and flicking his tongue against your nipples.

“Shit…” You bite your lip, the intensity of the pleasure was too much to handle.

“So plump and soft,” he growls against your skin, his hands kneading your chest.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see the auburn haired guy step closer, angling the camera directly over the bed to make sure he captures every single angle. The extra audience only makes your heart race faster. Without thinking, you kick off your shorts and panties, leaving yourself completely bare underneath him.

He flips you over and straddles the space beneath you, pulling you up and positioning you directly over his mouth.

His tongue hits your core, you scream out in a mix of pleasure and pure shock.

He’s moving so fast your brain can barely keep up. You grind down against his hot mouth, noises escaping your throat that you've never even heard yourself make before. His grip is on your thighs, holding you perfectly in place as he continues to devour you. His tongue gets faster, messier, and you reach down to tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling so hard that you completely mess up his neat bun.

Just as you feel yourself about to reach a high, he locks his arms around you, pinning you down so there's absolutely no escape. Your body collapses as you orgasm right against his mouth. He licks up every drop, leaving you completely breathless and seeing stars.

But he isn't done.

He flips you onto your stomach, slamming you back into the mattress. His hands trace down to play with your ass, delivering a sharp slap before his fingers trail down to tease your overly sensitive clit. You hear a sudden rustling behind you, but your limbs feel too heavy and weak to turn around and look.

Then, you feel a heavy, thick thud against your backside.

“Yo, I thought we weren’t doing all that today—”

“Shut the fuck up, Floch,” Gattouz snaps, sucking his teeth and glaring over his shoulder at the cameraman.

He leans down over your back, his breath hot against your ear. “Do you mind princess?”

You force yourself to look over your shoulder. He’s completely stripped out of his clothes, and his thick long dick laid on your ass explaining the thump you felt a few seconds ago.

You immediately nod, a breathless smile breaking across your face. He doesn't waste another second. Propping your hips up, he slowly slides himself in.

You’ve been with a few guys before, but this is entirely different. The size of him stretches your tight walls, making you ache in the best way possible as he pumps in and out. He reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing a bottle of oil, and drizzles it down your back and across your ass, massaging it deep into your skin as he continues allowing your pussy to swallow his dick.

The sensation is euphoric. You feel like you're floating on another planet.

He keeps a firm grip on your waist, maintaining a teasing pace. Every single time you feel the waves of another orgasm building, he slows down, driving you crazy with frustration.

“Faster… please,” you practically beg, throwing your head back.

You instantly regret showing your desperation, because the moment the words leave your lips, he pulls out entirely. You let out a frustrated groan.

“Come here, princess.” He leans back against the pillows at the headboard, motioning for you to move.

You crawl over on your hands and knees until you're hovering over him. “Are you gonna let me finish now?”

He looks slightly taken aback by your sudden boldness, but the smirk returns to his face. “I’ll let you finish by yourself.”

His hands grip your hips, lifting you up and guiding you right down onto his length. He reaches for the oil again, completely drenching your skin in it.

You begin to grind your hips, desperate to finally release yourself. He keeps pouring the oil as you pick up speed, your ass slapping against his thighs with loud lewd noises. The oil splatters over the sheets as your ass claps up and down. On the final, heavy bounce, you let out a loud scream as you climax for the second time, leaving a warm feeling in your entire body.

Before you can even recover, he sits up, keeping his dick inside of you and begins pounding upward aggressively.

You're still in a complete daze, your body overly sensitive from the release. Every thrust feels too intense, right on the edge of pleasure and overstimulation. He lets out a low moan against your ear, moaning your name as he nuts deep inside you. You feel his dick throbbing, slowly going soft as he finishes.

He finally pulls out, reaching for a nearby towel to help clean you up. Your makeup is ruined, your hair is an absolute wild mess, and your clothes are thrown across the bed.

“You okay?” He reaches out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’m more than okay.” You can’t contain the huge smile on your face.

Eren glances up toward the door. “Floch, tell the rest of the girls to go home. We’re done with auditions today.”

“What? Eren, all those girls have been waiting out there for hours—”

“You’ve got too much fucking mouth today, Floch. I said we’re done. We found our girl,” he snaps, shutting down any further argument.

After pulling your clothes back on and quickly freshening up in the master bathroom, you walk back out into the hall. Floch is standing there waiting for you, holding a small white pill and a glass of water.

“Plan B,” he says. “We can’t have girls running around saying Gattouz got them pregnant.”

You take the pill and the water, swallowing it down with him watching you. Once you hand the glass back, he passes you a stack of paperwork. “Sign these consent and release forms.”

You look up, blinking. “Wait, does this mean…”

“Yeah, congrats. You got the job,” he says, he didn’t sound too happy about it. Talk about a total buzzkill.

After filling out the remaining forms, Floch hands you an enevelope tellinb you to keep it safe and not to open it until you get home.

Now on the bus, you lean your head against the cold foggy window. Your core is still aching with a reminder of what just happened, but you know you're going to have the absolute best sleep of your life tonight.

When you finally walk through the door of your apartment, you open up the envelope Floch gave you.

It was $700 in cash, you delightfully put it away in your dresser, head straight for a long hot shower, grab a quick bite to eat, and collapse onto the couch in an oversized t-shirt and sweatpants. You turn on YouTube, letting the background noise wash over you as you slowly drift off to sleep.

GATTOUZ HAS FOLLOWED YOU ON INSTAGRAM

[kissmyglxck]

YEAH , NEVERMIND. . . 𑣲⋆ (18+)

♯ Jermajesty Jackson x OFmodelgf!reader series m.list

“Mmhmm,” you push at his head. “Maj.” you whine, brows furrowed as you pout.

He hums against your clit, eyes low and full of lust as he looks up at you. “Yeah mama?” He mumbles as he runs his hands over your thighs, giving you a soft and reassuring squeeze.

You moan, letting out a weak cry as your eyes roll back, his tongue steady abusing your slit. “You eat me so good..” you whimper, eyes watering from just how good you felt.

He grins against your pussy, giving it a few kisses before he’s looking at you again. “Yeah baby?” The tone is his voice teasing and low.

You nod, completely dazed. “Yeah..”

He just shakes his head with a smile before diving back in, eating you out like never before.

“Oh m’god,” you mewl, whining loudly as you try to turn your body away from the overwhelming sensation. Your thighs fight to close, legs shaking as Jermajesty holds them down.

“M’so close pa,” you moan, nails running over his head as you bite your lip. He groans against your clit, tongue fucking you even slower. “Gimme that shit bae.”

“Hnnh. .should eat me like this for a video—“

Jermajesty smacks his lips, your little comment instantly throwing him off causing him to shoot up. “Man watch out.” he mutters as he walks around the bed, shaking his head.

You gasp at the lost feeling glaring up at him as he licks his lips and wipes his mouth. “Whattt!” You whine.

“Just threw me all the way off talking about a fucking video. Better play with your pussy or sum.”

“You really gon stop cause I said that?!” You question as you sit up. But you notice him ignoring you. “Bae!” You shout and throw your hands up.

“Yep.” He answers simply, sliding your leg over as he sits in the bed next to you, turning the tv back on.

You frown, looking over at him. “You really hate the idea of filming with me that bad!? Okay I won’t say nothing, just come back.” You whine, pulling at his arm.

“Mm-nn,” he shakes his head and grabs his snacks off the nightstand before beginning to eat them.

You whine, honestly only mad because he stopped munching on you.

“Okay I won’t mention it again, can you just—“ he covers your mouth with a hand, shushing you as you lean back against the pillows, pouting.

He brings a chip to your mouth and you eat it, nearly biting his fingers off as you glare at him.

“You such a buzzkill,” you mutter, crossing your arms over your chest and forcing yourself to watch the movie as he places a kiss to your cheek.

kissmyglxck — don’t copy my work, ask to translate, & if you recreate anything pls tag me <3

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

18+ fem

clark "slow, deep breaths" kent who has to repeatedly remind you of a function you should otherwise have complete, unconscious control over. though when he's got his cock in you like this, that's not so much of a given.

it's as if your brain short circuits when he's inside you, wires detaching in your mind that made the task of breathing something difficult. 

clark's got you caged in at the foot of the bed, arms, legs, all his limbs encompassing you like he didn't want to let you up. you're most malleable under him, body voluntarily limp as you allow him to contort you as he pleases. 

your nails rake his back, streaks of pink following the trails of each erratic hand movement you make. he has no reaction to the marks you draw, nor can you see them being pinned under his weight, though you can only assume them to look like thick red chemtrails.

his cock repeats that same carefully precise drilling motion, that very same motion he's yet to curtail from. it's become almost relentless, the rhythm close to breaking you, rather than the other way around. it turns your body to mush and brain into a tizzy as he fucks you through another orgasm. 

your thighs shudder around the lowers of his hips, an incessant twitching forming like you, yourself, hand no control over it. your stomach trembles with your climax, chest jittering as if to cope with the wild intakes of air you struggle to fully inhale.

your head tips back and you cry out a pathetically lewd string of gasps.

though with you seemingly teetering into something almost soul-engulfing like you are, it doesn't make him stop. he proceeds, cock dragging out and pushing into you just like it was before you let go around his dick — before your cunt fluttered and convulsed around him with your climax a moment ago.

with your throat exposed like it is, he lowers, lips pressing under your chin as he kisses and nibbles at it. he smiles against your chin, act amused by your bodily response to him. 

"I know," he coos, dimpled grin almost juxtaposing his tone. "deep breaths," he instructs, hand reaching to the side of your head. "slow, deep breaths, baby," he repeats, guiding you into something calm all while doing the complete, polar opposite with his cock.

[amaranthinespirit]

gymbro!simon riley being an awkward perv

he doesn't know you. yet. he just knows that you're new to the gym, based on the fact he's never seen you around. simon would've remembered a girl in tight biker shorts and skimpy sports bras, taut workout jackets, and the occasional oversized hoodie. adorned with a cute matching water bottle to whatever you wore that day and headphones.

he's never seen someone so polished for...the gym. a place meant for getting dirty and sweaty after a good workout, but he doesn't mind. not at all.

especially when you're doing leg and glute day. bending over for stretches, squatting with a full rack of weight—or whatever your body can carry. the grimace on your features with a heavy hip thrust. it rushes all his blood down south.

it's barely been a week since you'd joined this gym, and he's already enthralled—and a downright dog.

but he wasn't used to talking—just staring someone down until they noticed, which he did a lot. when he approached you, he didn't know what to say, and you felt the looming presence over your shoulder. well, there he was, staring you down.

lifting off your headphones, you spared him a sweet look, "you need something?" he just pointed to the machine you were using. "oh! i'm almost done, you—"

he threw you a thumbs up and turned away as quickly as possible, leaving you dumbfounded. instead of continuing the exercise he interrupted to approach you, he sat back on the machine and watched you finish your set. adjusting his heavy erection that wasn't hidden by his gym shorts. you felt his eyes but didn't dare look his way.

just as you finished and were about to clean off the seat, he appeared at your side and stopped you. simon was filthy, seeing the sweat marks left on the seat made his cock throb. "'s fine." he grunted, sitting his heavy body right down. your perfume still lingered when he did.

it wasn't even part of his strict workout routine. he was working legs that day, you were doing arms. he didn't care.

numerous other times stuck out. moments you caught him turning his head over his shoulder to stare at your ass when he walked by, picking machines right behind where you squatted, hijacking your machines after a heavy workout, or picking a treadmill right beside yours when all the others were empty.

until he finally worked up the courage to ask to spot you. he knew you didn't need it, but god, it was the only way to get close to you, to touch you.

he was surprised you even agreed, but you saw what he did. perving on you any time you went to the gym at the same time—which was often because he learned your gym schedule.

he was helped you squat, hands unnecessarily on your hips, chest way too close to your back. every so often, a certain squat slotted his hard cock against your ass, and he didn't hide the grunt. adjusted himself shamelessly while he did so.

it's not like you reprimanded him, but you also didn't feed into it—though, by default, not saying no to him was a greenlight in his eyes.

just ignore the way his breathing picks up and a choked groan escapes him. he definitely didn't just finish in his shorts.

[kittennextdoor]

— 18+ mdni !! Men who suck their cum out of your pussy

After he’s fucked you senseless and pumped you full of load after load, he doesn’t pull out and leave you dripping. No — he pushes your thighs wide open, stares at the messy creampie leaking from your used hole, and dives in.

He buries his face between your legs and starts licking long, filthy stripes up your pussy, scooping his own thick cum out with his tongue. The wet, obscene sounds fill the room as he sucks and slurps, pushing his tongue deep inside you to get every drop.

“Mmm, fuck… taste so good mixed with your pussy,” he groans against your sensitive folds, the vibration making you twitch. He’s messy about it — cum and your juices coating his chin, lips, and nose as he eats you out with zero shame.

He sucks on your clit while pushing two fingers inside you, fucking his cum back in and out, then licking it all up again. He makes sure to gather a big mouthful of his warm cum before crawling back up your body. He grabs your jaw, tilts your head, and kisses you deep — pushing his own load into your mouth in a filthy, sloppy kiss.

You moan into it as you swap his cum back and forth, tongues sliding together, strings of it dripping down your chins. He groans when you swallow some and feed the rest back into his mouth, both of you tasting like pure sex.

He pulls back with a cum-smeared grin, licking his lips. “Now open your legs again. I’m not done cleaning you up yet.”

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[neopolitandoll]

❤︎ jaafar drabble where you insist to carry some of your shopping bags but he refuses to let you.

“J!”

“no.”

For the past few minutes you’ve been trying to convince your boyfriend, Jaafar, to let you help him with carrying the shopping bags.

You two had been shopping for the past few hours, you constantly pulling him into store after store. He didn’t mind—of course, he loved seeing his girlfriend spend his money.

However, when you started to notice that the bags were multiplying immensely, you tried to offer to carry some, since all you were carrying was your purse and Jaafar’s card.

But he kept denying you.

“Jaafar! Just let me carry some, there’s so many!”

“Baby, I got it.”

Right as you were about to respond, Jaafar looked up and stopped in place, you following shortly behind his actions.

“Didn’t you need makeup refills? c’mon, let’s go in here.”

“Jaafar—”

But he just walked in, ignoring your request, again. You rolled your eyes, following him in.

For the rest of your shopping escapade, he ignored all your suggestions to let you help him, so you eventually gave up.

After all, even though your boyfriend was stubborn, you couldn’t help but smile as his sweet actions.

a/n: first time posting jaafar oh em gee

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