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[mintyloveshuyka]

༒︎~☠︎︎°˖𝑀𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓎𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉˖°☠︎︎~༒︎

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𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮, 𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓾𝓹𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼. 𝓐𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓘’𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓮𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼, 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼! 𝓐𝓷𝔂 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 ~ 𓃵°⛧

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[ccandlehead]

06 : showdown (ง •̀_•́)ง !

summary — you confront dennis (finally) and debrief victoria. tension rises between trinity and dennis. will your attempt at getting out of babysitting work?

content warnings — nsfw mentions mdni, not so subtle crashtos, corny memes, maybe ooc pittlings sorry 😓

IM SO CRAZY 4 U <3

a/n — EXAMS R OVER WOOHOOO !!!! heres part 6 as promised !! sorry for the late updates i temporarily lost motivation for this series but i so appreciate all the kind words n support ive been getting regardless <33 and ignore my fuckass editing on the dennis text but basically r blocked him and AS SHE SHOULDDD.

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[v4mp1r3-d0llh34rt]

Girlhood is trying to figure out which fictional man you wanna read a fic abt before bed

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Exactly

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[deansdeer]

MOMMA'S BOY

chapter one — next

pairing. Dennis Whitaker x f!reader

genre. fluff. fake dating. hurt/comfort word count. 2.8k

summary. You let yourself get sucked in on a road trip to Dennis' family farm. you know nothing about his family but the more you learn the more you are relieved you went with him

warnings. car breaks down, implications of child abuse bad family dynamics: his brothers are bullies, abusive father, toxic masculinity: Dennis calls himself a sissy, thinks of himself as less of a man for crying, he has tattoos, fem!reader.

a/n. I loved writing this so much so it going to have to parts,,,,. ty jay for helping me out. based on this request.

When you saw Dennis that morning you swore your heart was going to beat out of your chest. 

You've been living with Trinity and Dennis for a while now. You were used to all their quirks and.. bad habits. ahem,,, trinity... that's not the point. the point is he's going home and you're going with him. 

It started when he told his parents when he was living with two roommates. Having religious parents they assumed he meant two men. so, naturally, when his mom was on face time and saw you, she assumed you were his girlfriend. "Dennis? who's that?" she narrows her eyes making out the form of a woman in the kitchen getting ready to make dinner. "Does my baby boy have a girlfriend?!" she was so excited... it would've broken her heart if he said no.

he called you over "hm?" you walked over seeing him mute the call "mymomthinksyouremygirlfriendpleaseplayalong— here she is!" you barely had time to register what he said before you were awkwardly waving to her. you introduced yourself and she asked a few questions. "where do you work?" "how old are you?" "How long have you been dating?" you told her everything she wanted to know. You worked with Dennis, you were 25, and you've only been dating for a few months.

Only one of those was a lie. and then she asked something you didn't have an answer for "so are you coming home with my denny?" you were a bit stunned, stuttering slightly, looking to him for help. "no mom she uh I don't think she can" she looked disappointed and it broke your heart a bit. "uhh I can check my schedule and let Dennis know" you smiled. It wasn't a sure answer but it was a possibility. And she liked that possibility. When he hung up he apologized profusely offering to tell his mom you can't go.

"Dennis, it's fine I felt bad she seemed excited that you had someone." Maybe it was wrong but you didn't mind it that much, you wouldn't mind a little vacation... even if you would be dealing with his brothers which you've heard about a lot. "You really don't have to go." he insisted, feeling guilty.

"If you want me to go, then I'll go." you told him. And maybe it was wrong of him to want you to go.

You called off the same days he did, and you packed your clothes for his small town of Broken Bow, Nebraska. "Is it like, super conservative? cause my summer stuff isn't great..." you called from the floor of your room. "It's uh..." he got up and went to your room "I'll just help you..." you showed him the clothes you were going to pack. He vetoed most of them. He ended up letting a few stay after seeing your little pout. "I know, I'm sorry, they are just weird." he said trying to be comforting. "I can say you're sick?" he offered... again. "Den, it's fine, I'm only joking."

Trinity kept teasing the two of you. "Pretending to date? really?" she asked "hey, not my idea" you told her. "I told you you didn't have to go!" Dennis reminded you, lugging your suitcase and duffle from your room. "Jesus, how long are you staying a month?" Trinity was shocked at how much you packed compared to Dennis' medium suitcase. "like 5 days?, what if I buy stuff? I also packed other things in case they were too showy." you said as if it was obvious.

Dennis huffed, "you should see how much underwear she packed..." There was a long pause "no— not like — I wasn't peeking!" he sighed in defeat "ill just take these to your car..." as soon as he's out of the apartment you and Trinity break out into loud laughter.

"Give him a hard time" Trinity gave you a hug "and don't let those freaky small town people talk down to you" she patted your back. you and trinity were from relatively big cities. She knew you wouldn't let them be mean to you. Dennis came back up for the last of the bags, and you, letting you bring the small cooler and snacks. 

You finally got on the road letting him drive first. He wanted to drive, he wanted to prolong the reality aproaching as much as possible. As you drove he told you small things about his brothers, not things you'd have to remember, just things to prepare you. How they are loud, how they are bullies, how they are annoying, inconsiderate, assholes. You were surprised at just how angry he got over this.

"Dennis, it's fine let's just listen to music for a bit, we have 15 hours ahead of us..." you comforted him. He nodded, taking a deep breath. 

As the two of you drove you'd showed him some of your favorite songs, he liked most of them, even ones he didn't like. He was nice about it. He showed you some of his, you loved them. Every time you'd get gas or stop for food you switched. You learned more about each other than you had in the last few months of living together.

You learned about his childhood. How his dad and brothers treated him, his mom was great... sometimes. How he studied theology in his undergrad. You loved listening to him. You two would talk about drama at ED. He told you about how Amy was doing. You warned him about how unprofessional it was... yet in the same breath, you offered to come with him so he could do yard work and take care of their farm while you helped with the baby.

After about 11 hours of driving he pulled off the highway, "okay lets— oh..." he smiled softly down at you, seeing your seat all the way back, laying on your side, sleeping soundly as Johnny Cash played softly on the radio. He can't help but stare longer than he should. You look so peaceful, so beautiful— he shakes his head and gently wakes you up from your nap, his hand resting on your side, where your waist and ribs meet. His hearth thumped at your soft mewl and the way your face scrunched as you sat up.

"huh? are we there?" you ask "no not yet, thought you might be hungry, we can get a motel and sleep for a bit okay?" His voice is soft. you nodded while getting out with him. You stretched yourself out groaning at the crack of your back.

You followed him into the dinner, a bit slumped. He laughed softly at your cute sleepy face. the two of you got burgers, fries, you asked to get a milkshake for the road and he teased you for your sweet tooth as he obliged.

He drove the two of you to a seedy motel. He ran in as you stayed in the car before coming back out with the keys and parking closer to the door before shutting it completely off. "Here you go, I'll bring your duffle up if you wanna shower or something" he offered. you nodded, taking a key and getting out to walk into the room. 

He soon followed, setting your duffle bag and his book bag at the foot of the bed and plopped down on it. his arm falling over his eyes. you came out showered and in a towel changing in the restroom before coming back out to lay down. Both of you were too exhausted to care about sharing a bet.

When you woke up, he was sleeping on his back with his arm tucked under your head. you grinned softly, your eyes tracing the curve of his nose. the way the warm, golden rays of sun shined through the curtains, hitting his face so beautifully. As he wakes up you roll over pretending to be asleep. "mm hey... we got 5 more hours on the road" he said gently shaking you. 

you roll over scrunching your face like you just woke up "hm?... oh okay..." you got up. He helped get everything back in the car, and he checked out of the motel before you guys left to get breakfast at another diner. 

Breakfast was short n' sweet, nothing special. you'd steal a bite or two of his hash browns and he'd take a bit of your pancake. It was hot. You had on jean shorts and a tee shirt. He had on his faded, scuffed up blue jeans and a tee-shirt. You covered breakfast since he bought you lunch and dinner. his face looked sorrowful, more so than usual. You knew he wasn't looking forward to going back. Maybe that's why you wanted to go. So he'd have someone there to connect with. 

Stupid, right? It's his home town, he had to have some friends? 

He sat in the passenger seat, quiet, dejected. You'd been talking for a second before he cut you off with "sorry what?" you sighed, grabbing his hand. "Don't be so scared of going home, okay?"

"Easy for you to say, you don't know them" Dennis sassed. But he didn't pull his hand away from yours, instead he squeezed harder. "Well, you're right about that... what I do know is I got your back, and I'm a loud-mouthed city girl." I smiled at him "as rotten as they come."

He laughed softly "thanks..." he put the seat back, manspreading as much as the front seat allowed. 

30 minutes later he was asleep, Ethel Cain playing softly, when the engine sputtered. You sat up, letting go of his hand to put both at 10 and 2. you swerved a bit before pulling your car over to the shoulder of the long stretch of empty road. 

"Fuck!" 

That woke him up, "huh? what happened, why are we stopped?” "I— I don't know! There was an engine light and something sputtered!" you blurted out anxiously. "Alright, it's alright." Dennis attempted to calm you down but this was your worst nightmare. Stranded, on an empty rural road, in the blaring heat. "Easy for you to say!" you yelled, realizing the irony.

The two of you got out of the car to assess the situation."I'm gonna die, I don't wanna die Dennis" he just laughed "what are you laughing for!? We could die out here! Have you ever watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre???" his hands wrapped around your biceps. "We aren't going to die. Okay? I'm going to fix this." you give him a confused look as he goes to your trunk to find your emergency kit. 

He's walking back to set it down in the grass that's already irritating your calves. "Besides..." he paused taking of the teeshirt he had on so he was just in a wife-beater. "their care didn't break down, they stopped on their own." he smiled. 

You gave him the craziest look. amazed at his placid demeanor. "what are you doing??" you asked him, as he popped the hood to your car. "Relax, I know what I'm doing.”

you stepped back after previously hovering. looking him up and down as he worked.he a rag in the back pocket of his faded blue jeans, and he wiped whatever oil that got on his hands on his wifebeater. His jeans sagged a bit, letting his boxers peak out. you stared at the way he bent over the engine making sure everything was okay.

Dennis got dirtier by the second and you teetered on your feet in the grass getting bit by mosquitoes. "What's wrong with it?" you asked. "uhh looks like your fuel pressure is off... quick fix should get us back but we can get it fixed when we get to a Broken Bow." he said putting it back after wiping it with his rag.

He put the kit back in the trunk and leaned on the open window of the passenger door "start 'er up." he told you. you bite your bottom lip turning your key, the engine running as good as new. 

"See? told ya' I know what I'm doin'" Dennis beamed getting back in the car, filling it with the faint smell of motor oil. "thanks" you smiled at him. Dennis offered his hand again, "no way, you have motor oil all over your hands." 

he gave a little pout and wiped his hands on his shirt, again, offering it to you, again. You smiled at his attempt, taking his hand in yours.

Just an hour before getting to the Whitaker family' s farm you stopped for gas, and to give him a breather. you got out filling the tank back up. you weren't really looking forward to your road trip ending or meeting his family, but you were happy you got to be with him. 

You looked down to see him sulking, reaching your hand into the window and ruffling his hair, "hey, your turn to drive." 

Dennis slowly got out of the car, keeping his head down "alright alright..." Then you saw it. A little tear trickling down his face. "hey, hey what's wrong?" you asked, brows pinched together. you were holding his face to get a better look at him.

It's not like he wanted to cry, it was just one tear. Then you asked him what's wrong and opened the flood gates. He didn't even really know why he was crying. He was a man, he shouldn’t be crying over going home after years of not seeing them. but all He could do was shake his head, lip quivering as he struggled to catch your gaze.

he pulled away, taking a few steps away from you. He turned to face you for a moment "I just... Fuck! I don't want to go back to that shit hole fuck..." he gasped. "my— my brothers? are fucking assholes! and my dad hes— hes worse!" he choked on his tears. holding his face "and momma? — oh god... she —" he looked down crying into his hands.

"s'okay den.. you don't have to tell me, not at all" you pulled him into a hug, your face drawn with worry at his distraught state. your hand pushing his head into your shoulder. His whole body stiffened. He didn't want to get you dirty but you didn’t care. you squeezed tighter and he finally hugged your waist crying into your shoulder

"m'such a fuckin' sissy..." he cried. "no you're not Dennis..." you felt his arms get tighter. you pulled away enough to look at his face "you're like the strongest guy I know, you got this I know you do."

Your hands rubbed his back to the nape of his neck till he matched his breathing to yours as you stood at the gas pump. He pulled away when he felt a little better, his hands a bit tight on your waist. You smiled, brows still pinched in worry, as you wiped the tears away "you got this."

you pulled him closer to kiss the tear stains on his cheeks. and he hugged you again, your shirt riding up from his hands pulling you closer. He kissed your temple and messily along the side of your face mumbling thank you's and I’m sorry's. 

"It's okay, it's okay, are you feeling better? do you still want to go?" you asked Dennis, rubbing his side. He nodded "yeah... yes" he nodded. He was so embarrassed about crying in front of you that he wanted to be strong. like he had to prove himself. "you don't have to den..." "yes I do"

you kissed him as if it would snap him out of this delusion. you had no ill-intent. but you knew he'd become hyper aware. "Dennis. You have nothing to prove by going to that farm." his eyes locked on yours. nodding his head "I want to see my momma..." you sighed and nodded "okay..."

He got in the driver seat and you got in the passenger seat. You looked at him as he started the car, studying his face, and he pulled out of the gas station.

your head rested on his shoulder, looking down at the tattoo on his forearm. You brought your index finger up to trace over it, feeling his body relax from your touch.

An hour or so, maybe less, had passed and he turned on a dirt road. you pulled his hand to your lap letting him squeeze your hand as you got closer and closer to the farm. Your free hand reached over rubbing soothing circles on his chest.

He stopped the car after pulling it off to the grass. "Kiss me again," he asked. you obliged, softly pressing your lips to him as he lazily kissed back, letting you cloud his senses. You only stopped, hearing a screen door open.

† — @str4wbsstuff @whitakertaker @d3ad-aliv3 @undecidedig @soulluvrrr

[sapiensecrets]

dennis whitaker x RT!reader - masterlist

wet t-shirt contest - there are two things that everyone in the ER knows about you—you're incredible at your job and extremely hot. the thing that they don't know is that you're dating one of their newest residents and have been for years. WORD COUNT: 3.7k

staring contest - dennis steps in when a drunken patient gets handsy with you. WORD COUNT: 3.5k

punching above his weight...or is he? - once your relationship is no longer a secret, the emergency department starts to see just how perfect you and dennis are for each other, and they realize that you may not be as far out of his league as they initially thought. WORD COUNT: 4.2k

✿ cold compress - you and dennis get interrupted while you're...messing around in a call room. WORD COUNT: 4k

i've got you - you get a concussion while at work, courtesy of a med student panicking over a bit of blood. WORD COUNT: 4.7k

undermined - you and dennis struggle to get back to normal after your concussion. WORD COUNT: 6.1k

destabilize - dennis puts his frustrations on you during a mass casualty, after seeing how people seem to drop everything to make your life easier. WORD COUNT: 4.9k

false positive - a few people start speculating that you and dennis have a kid after seeing the two of you with your niece. WORD COUNT: 2.3k

slim pickins - trinity finds your tiktok page, leading to a full-blown investigation. WORD COUNT: 1.9k

ten minutes - yours and dennis' routine on a cold december day, plus a little sneak peek into your future. WORD COUNT: 3.4k

all things dennis and hot shot (ideas, blurbs, thoughts, moodboards, etc!)

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[lavenderpanic]

UMM. UMM. GOING SLIGHTLY INSANE ABOUT THIS.

[ickology]

18+ ⫶ SQUIRT LESSONS 101 ℘ requested jack abbot proves your ‘incapability’ of squirting wrong.

the moment you mention the fact of never being able to squirt to jack, he’s a bit surprised. his lips parting to utter a response, but it falls silent as he raises a hand to caress the stubble on his jawline.

“never?” he repeats, not wanting to believe the words that just came out of your mouth because there’s just no way that’s true. “never.” you say after him, averting your eyes as you feel heat trickle down your body.

“no guy has ever been able to make me squirt, and… i haven’t been able to make myself either.” the lump on your throat thickens, and you can feel the embarrassment kicking in. “and google says tha—”

“google?” abbot cuts your sentence short with a disapproving laugh, it almost sounds sarcastic. “c’mon, kid that’s your source? half the stuff on google’s written by a bun’cha people who don’t know squat of what they’re talking about.” he rises from his chair, throwing his chin back to ensure the faculty-lounge door is closed before making his way over towards you.

and you of all people should know better than to trust what a website such as google says — you’re a doctor in practice, you have the source right within the building you’re standing in.

you feel the distance between you and abbot close as he presses his chest against your shoulder, ducking down near your ear whispering. “seems like you don’t know your own body anymore than those boys do.” he leans forward to get a read on your expression, and you’re there standing still like an embarrassed pup that doesn’t know what to do which makes him smile.

“no need to feel embarrassed.” he reassures, throwing a hand on top of your head, “let me give you hand, help you learn the difference between incapability and never having learned.”

and that’s how you found yourself breaking your own code of ethics. splayed out on jack abbot’s mattress, hugging a pillow against your chest as his tongue worked at your pussy.

he’s on his stomach, his arms hooked underneath your thighs to pull you closer on his mouth. “j—jack …” a moan falls from your lips, the way his tongue glides through your folds. how he angles the tip of his tongue to flex the muscle just before he meets your clit to flick at it.

“focus on the feeling, you gotta relax.” he murmurs, pulling off for just a mili-second before latching back onto the sensitive nub. flattening his tongue as his rocks his mouth against you, he’s hallowing his cheeks causing you to grab at his the roots of his hair in attempt to tug him off.

though he’s swatting your hand away, digging his face deeper — in between your thighs with a low, drawn out groan as your toes curl at the anticipating increase of pleasure making your core tighten.

“oh m— i’m gonna cum, jack- i’m gonna—“

he’s pulling his lips away from your pussy with a wet pop, soaked and glistening by his saliva mixed with your slick — as the tightness in your tummy slowly loosens. “that was damn, close.” jack breathes, wiping his mouth off with the backside of his hand before propping himself up in a position comfortable for his right amputee.

he reaches out, hands wrapping around your hips to drag you towards him. you don’t even resist, not when your own pleasure was stripped from you — you needed anything that could bring back that euphoric feeling.

your hips grind upwards, grinding against nothing but atoms. “see, that’s it— now you know what your body’s wantin’.” his slides a hand from your hips to below your navel, before slowly dragging the pads of his rough fingers down near the mound of your pussy.

carefully grazing over swollen pearl as you whine to the almost there sensation. jack watches the way your body reacts to his touch — pressing his index and middle finger into your slick folds, soaking his fingers in your mess. “‘s a good sign. you’re fuckin’ drenched, sweetheart .” he groans, dragging his digits further down to meet your entrance.

you claw your nails into the pillow your clutching as the tips of his fingers prod at your hole. he’s teasing, intoxicated by the way your hips are still rolling against his hand while you let out little moans as he gently presses his thick fingers inside you.

“m—mngh fuck, jack…” you sighs, tilting your chin up to the ceiling, “yeah? that feels good doesn’t it, kid?” he cooed, flicking his eyes up to trace your expression only to be met with one of his pillows before he’s tugging it away from your chest. “there we goo.” he sings, glossing over sweets features with your bottom lip caught between your teeth, making him click his tongue.

“uh-uh, it feels better when you let it out.” he shakes his head, stuffing your hole with his fingers until he’s knuckles deep — angling his fingers in an upward direction that rips a moan from your throat as he curls his digits inside of you.

and the action shoots right through the nerves within your sensitive bud. “i can f—feel it in my clit.” you stammer, brows furrowed as indescribable pressure builds against your badder and swells your nub. “mhmm, that’s right.” he hums, pressing the pads of fingers deeper against that spongy wall inside of you, as your toes curl.

“the g-spot, you’re jackpot, baby.” he rasps with a lopsided grin — shifting his position to lie down on his side, right besides you as his nose presses into the side of your cheek. “the more pressure you add…” he murmurs as his breath warms your skin, pressing with cruel precision that makes the place between your legs run warm.

“j— jack.” you mewl, eyes shut tight with a hand reach at his. “the more you get that peeing feeling.” he demonstrates, feeling your soft walls close in around his fingers.

you can feel the way your bladder fills with each nudge of his movements — like he’s milking the sensation out of you. as if he’s adding fuel to the sensitive nerves bundle inside you as your clit twitches to the repetitive motion.

“and if i press my thumb righttt against this pretty fuckin’ clit.” he groans, darting his thumb upward before pressing the pad flush against your clit. “nnnnmg-my god!” you gasp, back arching off the mattress while squeezing your thighs around his hand.

his fingers and thumb stimulating both pleasurable points at once has your mind blanking. eyes rolling to the back of your skull as you’re choking on a plethora of moans.

“‘m gonna cum— m’gonna cum, i’m—” you can feel a surge of warmth flood your nerves as you slur your words. “theree you go, melt into that feeling for me.” he groans, as your walls choke around his digits stuffing your pussy full with his thumb working circles against your overstimulated clit.

you feel your tummy tighten, vision flash white as the sensation completely overrides your body. “cummmingg!” you inhale breathlessly, holding your breath as your clit throbs with a dangerous amount of pleasure before you’re gushing everywhere.

“atta girl.” jack whistles with satisfaction — and you can’t even respond, still too busy making a mess all over yourself and jack’s arm. you’re body’s tenses against his chest as he continues milking you dry, letting you ride the feeling out while pressing his mouth against your ear. “gotta few more things ‘m sure your body’s never done.” he murmurs.

[fi1iat3rra3]

sum; leon and his wife, who he just missed so goddamn much and couldn't properly love because of the T-Virus, so now it's his job to remind her what she does to him

content; unprotected sex, multiple rounds, creampie, kinda gross cum stuff, cum eating, spit & cum swapping with a kiss (just learned its called snowballing, thanks to the person in my comments who told me 🧡 LMAO), oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, squirting,

wc; 1.2k

a/n; oh how I yearn for re9!leon 😩 he's so sexy. this was honestly just a reason to get nasty and push myself to be more comfortable with being actually a little gross in my writing... pls tell me if this is too much. im afraid guys 😓

You forgot how you had gotten here—all bent in half and sobbing for him to slow down as he shoved your face into the pillows. One second, he was pulling you close and telling you about Elpis and how he's okay and how badly he missed you, the next he's got you completely lost with pleasure, his cum pumping into you for the second time tonight as your cunt practically choked his cock, having reached your third orgasm of the night.

He pulled out, only to roll you onto your back and push your legs up. You didn't even get a warning as his cock slipped back into you, resuming the brutal, rhythmic thrusts that were made easier by the nasty amount of cum and slick that were seeping out of your walls.

"Fuuck," he hissed, head falling back slightly. "Bet this pussy missed me, too, huh? Gonna make up for all the nights I missed. All the nights I left you frustrated 'cause I couldn't touch you right.. 'm gonna make up for it all night, baby. Promise." He panted, one hand coming down to your clit to lightly smack at the throbbing bud. Your thighs tried to squeeze shut, but he kept them open with one hand and his body in the way.

"Lee!" You cried, body twitching and shaking almost violently.

"Come on, don't tell me you can't take it. You've been perfectly healthy this whole time. You can't take cock like you used to?" He taunted, watching the embarrassment bloom on your cheeks.

"N-no, 's not that—fuck!—I just—" You gasped, back arching as his fingers began to strum steadily, harshly against your clit.

"You what? Poor baby can't even speak. Pussy's too busy swallowing my fuckin' cock. You gonna cry for my cock? Gonna cry while you cum?" He purred, his words harsh but sugar coated in his tone. You looked up at him, a whimper squeaking out before your head threw back again, eyes rolling back and crossing like some dirty porno from Leon's dreams when he was a rookie. He growled, hissing slightly with restraint.

"Ho—ooh, oh, shit!" You squealed, hands pawing and pushing and scratching at his chest and shoulders as you felt your orgasm approaching rapidly.

"Do it. Let me know I'm doing good. Didn't lose my spark, did I? I still know how to make my wife dumb for my dick, yeah?" Despite the dirty words, you detected a subtle and actual need for the reassurance. Given how long it'd been since you two were able to have normal penetrative sex, he had to make sure he still had his 'special touch' as he called it.

"Fuck! Fuck, 'm cumming!" You sobbed, body practically shrinking into the bed below as your entire body quivered and let loose, warmth gushing around his cock. He could feel your hole fluttering and pulsing, and his orgasm followed quickly. For the third time, a heavy load of cum spilled into you, his fat, hard tip kissing your cervix and pumping right against the limit. He panted. Finally, he showed some kind of shaking. His arms shook as he held himself above you, his breath hitching and faltering momentarily.

"'M sorry," he huffed, pulling back again, only to push his cock in once more. You whimpered, reaching desperately to grab at his wrist as he tapped and pinched lightly at your clit, eliciting a sound that approached a scream due to pure overstimulation.

"Leee," you sobbed, eyes rolling back. He halted for a moment, only to lift your legs over his shoulders. Your ankles linked together behind his head, and you yelped as his hands smacked against your thighs to hold you in place as he pumped his cock back and forth, heavy and mean with fat balls slapping against your ass.

"One more." He panted. "Fuck, just one more. One more, and I'll be all done. Just gotta make sure I make up for my fuck-ups." His fingertips dug into your thighs as he looked down at you, taking in the dazed, dumb, desperate look on your face. You were approaching your fifth orgasm—nearly four on his cock, the first one having been on his thick fingers. Despite the overwhelming sensations, pussy beyond raw, clit throbbing and twitching with every thrust, head lulled off to the side as you struggled to keep your eyes open even as his cock punched moans and mewls from your throat, your body jolting and jiggling with the thrusts.

With how overstimulated you were, how sensitive your body was, and the lack of breaks, it didn't take long to be on the brink of your orgasm again. A small, worried sob trickled from your throat, and Leon brought one hand to make you look at him.

"Lee, 's weird," you whined. "I-it feels funny again." You warned. Leon knew what that meant, and although he knew it embarrassed you, he had to push for it. He had to get you there. He had to finally earn his reward—with rapid strums of your clit, mean thrusts of his cock hitting your cervix, and mixing with the dirty words he let out, his reward came moments later.

Your vision blanked out and all you felt was full body tingling and warmth between your legs, liquid splattering back onto you as you finally squirted—the clear liquid spurting strong from your cunt and hitting his abdomen, dripping down his torso, another scream-like sound ripping from you as you pawed and tried desperately to grab onto him. He fucked you through it until the thick stream fell into a trickle as his own orgasm hit again. He rolled his eyes back, his final load less powerful but still enough to make you squirm.

Once your vision came back, your body relaxed, Leon eased your body down, shifting you so that you didn't lay in the mess you two had made. He pulled out, watching the nasty mess seep out, slipping down as your pussy pushed it out in thick globs. Your hole temporarily gaped from how long the penetration went on, and he didn't pass up the chance to lower himself as he held your hips up away from the mess. You didn't even notice him lowering until his lips were on your cunt, making you jolt and try to run from the sensation.

"'M cleaning my mess." He muttered, holding you in place as he used his tongue to clean you up. He knew it was beyond lewd, beyond gross, but he'd never be ashamed to admit that he liked to clean up the nasty mess that he'd make—a mix of your arousal and his cum, salty, almost tangy, and warm on his tongue. He kept true to his word—he didn't try to mess with your clit, ensuring his nose didn't nudge it, only licking up and suckling lightly to clean up the mess. At the end, he lapped at your folds and held some of the mess in his mouth before he crawled up your body and grabbed your face, leaning in for a kiss.

You whimpered, brows furrowing as you felt the swapping of spit, cum, and your own taste. It was nasty, but it made you quiver, your pussy twitching at the sensation. If you hadn't already cum five times, he would've easily gone again just to get rid of that twitching.

"I missed you." He panted, shifting off to the side as he pulled you to lay on top of him.

"Missed you, Lee." You breathed, quiet and shaky as you fell into his embrace.

[abrilas-art]

Day off activities.

[abstractedrobby]

The Pitt 1x02

[unfetteredautism]

the way she was seconds from fully slapping him in the face if he didnt get his hand up fast enough...... i love her sm

[yourfavtangerine]

Nights

Pairing: bf!hueningkai x gf!reader

Established relationship, smut, non-idol au

Wc:~3.3k

Warning: smut, unprotected sex, semi public sex (window), fingering, oral f receiving, handjob, blowjob, niple play, shower sex, multiple rounds, multiple orgasms

A/N: again a short fic because i'm very busy and i have no time to write lately but it's still a good smut

The city never truly slept, but tonight it felt like it was whispering just for the two of you.

You stood by the tall window of your apartment, watching the sky bleed from burnt orange into deep indigo. Streetlights flickered on one by one along the avenue below and the distant hum of traffic rose like a familiar lullaby. It had been a long week: endless meetings, late deadlines and too many nights falling asleep on opposite sides of the city. But Kai had texted you earlier: Done early. Be there in twenty. Wear something pretty.

A smile tugged at your lips as you smoothed down the soft emerald dress you’d chosen. It hugged your waist and fell just above your knees, simple but elegant enough for a spontaneous night out. You’d paired it with a light coat and the necklace he’d given you for your one-year anniversary, a delicate silver chain with a tiny star pendant.

Exactly twenty-two minutes later, your phone buzzed.

Kai: Outside. Miss you already.

You grabbed your bag and headed down, heart picking up pace with every floor the elevator descended. The moment the lobby doors opened, you saw him leaning against his black car, tall frame relaxed in a black button-up and dark jeans, sleeves rolled up to his forearms. His hair had grown out a bit, falling softly over his forehead in that effortlessly handsome way that still made your stomach flutter even after two years together.

His eyes lit up the second they found you. That bright, genuine smile, the one that reached all the way to his dimples, spread across his face as he pushed off the car and met you halfway.

"There’s my girl" he murmured, pulling you into his arms right there on the sidewalk. His embrace was warm, familiar and just tight enough to make you melt against his chest. He smelled like his usual clean citrus cologne mixed with the faint trace of the city air.

You tilted your head up for a kiss. It started soft, just a gentle press of lips, but Kai lingered, deepening it for a heartbeat longer than was strictly public-appropriate. When he pulled back, his thumb brushed your cheek.

"Missed this face" he said quietly. "Missed you."

"You saw me three days ago" you teased, even as your fingers curled into his shirt.

"Three days too long." He opened the passenger door for you with a small bow that made you laugh. Once you were both inside, he reached over to squeeze your thigh before pulling into traffic. "I was stuck in back-to-back calls until six. Told my team I had somewhere important to be tonight."

The city unfolded around you as he drove, neon signs glowing in pinks and blues, towering buildings glittering with office lights that hadn’t yet gone dark. The radio played low, some dreamy indie song Kai hummed along to under his breath. His hand stayed on your thigh the whole drive, thumb tracing lazy circles that sent little sparks up your skin.

He parked near the river district, one of your favorite parts of the city at night. The waterfront promenade stretched out ahead, lined with food stalls, pop-up markets and couples walking hand-in-hand under strings of warm fairy lights. The air carried the scent of grilled meat, sweet pastries and river breeze.

Kai laced his fingers with yours as you started walking. "Hungry?"

"Starving" you admitted.

"Good. Because I’m not letting you go home until we’ve tried everything that looks good."

The night market was alive. Vendors called out their specials under brightly colored tarps. Steam rose from woks sizzling with stir-fried noodles and the sweet smell of candied strawberries and hotteok filled the air. Kai’s eyes sparkled with that playful energy he always had when he was fully present with you: no work stress, no schedule, just the two of you.

He bought you both cups of hotteok first: crispy pancakes filled with melted brown sugar and nuts. You shared bites as you walked, laughing when the filling oozed out and he dramatically tried to catch it with his mouth.

"You’re such a dork" you giggled, wiping sugar from the corner of his lip with your thumb.

"Your dork" he corrected, catching your hand and kissing your sugar-dusted fingertip. His eyes held yours a second longer, something warmer flickering behind the playfulness.

Next came skewered tteokbokki, spicy and chewy, which you ate while sitting on a bench overlooking the river. The water reflected the city’s lights like shattered stars. Kai draped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close against the cool night air. His jacket was already over your lap: he’d insisted the moment he noticed you shiver.

"Remember that time we got lost here last year?" he asked, voice soft against your hair.

"How could I forget? You swore you knew a shortcut and we ended up at that weird cat café instead."

Kai laughed, the sound low and fond. "Best mistake ever. You looked so cute with that big orange cat on your lap."

You turned your head to look at him. In the shifting lights, his profile was beautiful: sharp jaw, soft eyes, the slight flush on his cheeks from the spicy food. Two years, and he still took your breath away.

"I love nights like this" you whispered. "Just us. No rush."

"Me too." He leaned in, kissing you slowly. His lips tasted like sugar and spice. One hand cupped the back of your neck, thumb stroking gently as the kiss lingered. When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours. "Been thinking about you all week. The way you laugh. The way you look at me. The way you feel in my arms…"

His voice had dropped, that husky edge creeping in. Your pulse quickened. You kissed him again, a little deeper this time, your hand resting on his chest where you could feel his heartbeat racing under your palm.

The market continued around you, people laughing, music drifting from a nearby performer but it all faded into background noise. There was only Kai. The warmth of his body. The way his fingers traced patterns on your waist over your dress.

You spent the next hour wandering deeper into the district. Kai won you a small plush penguin at a ring toss game after dramatically failing the first three tries, bowing theatrically when he finally succeeded on the fourth. You bought him a black beanie from a vendor because the night was getting colder and it looked adorable on him. He immediately pulled it on, then tugged you into a quiet alley between two buildings just to kiss you properly, away from the crowd.

This kiss wasn’t playful. It was slow and heated. His body pressed you gently against the brick wall, one thigh sliding between yours as his hands roamed your sides. You could feel the growing tension in him, the way his breath hitched when your fingers slipped under his shirt to touch warm skin.

"Baby…" he murmured against your mouth, voice rough. "If we keep this up, we’re not making it to the rest of the market."

You smiled, nipping his bottom lip. "Is that a promise?"

He groaned softly, forehead dropping to your shoulder. "You’re killing me."

But he behaved, mostly. The two of you continued on, sharing a cup of warm cinnamon milk tea, feeding each other bites of grilled cheese corn dogs and stopping to watch a street dancer perform under golden lights. Kai stood behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist, chin on your shoulder, swaying gently with you to the music.

At one point, he spun you around and danced with you right there on the sidewalk, both of you laughing as he dramatically dipped you. Passersby smiled. An older couple even clapped. Your heart felt so full it could burst.

As midnight approached, the crowd started to thin. The city lights grew brighter against the darker sky. Kai’s touches had grown more lingering: his hand on your lower back, fingers brushing the curve of your hip, lips ghosting your temple every few minutes. The promise of what was coming hung thick between you.

"Ready to head home?" he asked eventually, voice low.

Your apartment was closer, but you both knew his place, with the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering skyline, was where the night would end. You nodded, squeezing his hand.

The drive back was quieter. The air inside the car felt charged. Kai’s hand was back on your thigh, higher this time, fingers slipping just under the hem of your dress. Every red light became an opportunity for stolen kisses that grew hotter and more desperate.

By the time he pulled into the underground parking of his building, you were both breathing harder. He helped you out of the car, then pressed you against the side of it for one more kiss before you made it to the elevator.

Inside the elevator, the mirrored walls reflected you both: flushed cheeks, messy hair, his jacket still around your shoulders. Kai stood behind you, arms around your waist, lips pressing open-mouthed kisses along your neck as the floors climbed.

"You look so beautiful tonight" he whispered against your skin. "Can’t wait to get you upstairs."

The elevator dinged. The door to his apartment barely closed behind you before he had you pressed against it again, but this time you both knew there would be no stopping.

The city lights sparkled endlessly through the huge windows, casting shifting colors across the living room. But all you could focus on was Kai: his hands, his mouth, the way he looked at you like you were the only thing in the entire glowing city that mattered.

The door had barely clicked shut behind you before Kai’s hands were on you again, turning you around and pressing your back against the cool wood with a hunger that had been simmering all night. The city lights poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the apartment in shifting hues of sapphire, rose and gold. It felt like the entire skyline was watching, but neither of you cared.

"Finally" he breathed against your mouth, voice already rough with want. His kiss was deep and consuming, tongue sliding against yours as one large hand cupped the back of your neck and the other gripped your hip, pulling you flush against him. You could feel the hard line of his cock pressing against your stomach through his jeans and it sent a rush of heat straight between your legs.

You moaned softly into the kiss, fingers working open the buttons of his black shirt. Kai helped you, shrugging it off impatiently and letting it fall to the floor. Your hands roamed over his smooth chest, tracing the lean muscle of his shoulders and down the subtle ridges of his abdomen. He shivered under your touch, a low groan vibrating against your lips.

"Bedroom?" you whispered, even as your teeth grazed his bottom lip.

"No" he murmured, eyes dark as he looked at you. "Right here first. I want to see you against the city."

He spun you gently so you faced the windows, your palms pressing against the cool glass. From this high up, the city sprawled endlessly below: rivers of light from cars, glowing billboards, distant skyscrapers twinkling like stars. Kai stepped behind you, his bare chest warm against your back. He brushed your hair aside and pressed slow, open-mouthed kisses along the side of your neck, sucking lightly at the sensitive spot just below your ear.

His hands slid down your sides, finding the zipper of your emerald dress. He took his time, dragging it down inch by inch while his lips never left your skin. The fabric loosened and he pushed the straps off your shoulders, letting the dress pool at your feet. You stepped out of it, now only in your black lace bra and matching panties.

"God, you’re perfect" he whispered, hands roaming over your exposed skin. He unhooked your bra with practiced ease, letting it drop. His large hands immediately cupped your breasts from behind, thumbs circling your nipples until they pebbled under his touch. You arched back into him with a soft gasp as he rolled them between his fingers, pinching just enough to make pleasure spark down your spine.

"Kai…" you moaned, pushing your ass back against the growing bulge in his jeans.

He chuckled lowly, the sound sending vibrations through you. One hand stayed on your breast while the other traveled lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your panties. His fingers found you already slick and hot. He groaned at the feeling, sliding two fingers between your folds and rubbing slow, teasing circles over your clit.

"So wet already" he murmured, nipping at your shoulder. "All night you’ve been driving me crazy in that dress. Thinking about touching you like this."

You whimpered as he pressed two long fingers inside you, curling them perfectly against that spot that made your knees weak. His thumb kept working your clit in steady rhythm while his other hand kneaded your breast. The city lights blurred in your vision as pleasure built, your breath fogging the glass.

He kept you there, fingers pumping steadily, until your thighs started trembling. "That’s it, baby. Let go for me."

You came with a cry, clenching around his fingers as waves of heat crashed through you. Kai held you through it, murmuring praises against your neck "So beautiful… love feeling you come" until the aftershocks faded.

He turned you around then, kissing you deeply as he walked you backward toward the bedroom. Clothes were shed along the way: his jeans kicked off, your panties left on the living room floor. By the time you reached the edge of his large bed, you were both naked. The massive window beside the bed offered the same stunning view, bathing his skin in ethereal light.

Kai guided you onto the bed, crawling over you like a predator. His cock was fully hard, flushed dark and leaking at the tip. You reached down to wrap your hand around him, stroking slowly. He hissed in pleasure, hips twitching into your touch.

"Want to taste you first" he said, voice husky. He kissed down your body with reverence: collarbones, the valley between your breasts, your stomach until his broad shoulders settled between your thighs.

The first slow lick up your pussy made you moan loudly. Kai hummed in satisfaction, savoring you. He took his time, licking broad stripes before focusing on your clit, sucking it gently between his lips. Two fingers pushed back inside you, curling rhythmically as his tongue worked faster. Your hands fisted in his soft hair, hips rocking against his face.

"Fuck...Kai, yes..." you gasped, back arching off the bed.

He devoured you with focused hunger, fingers pumping deeper, tongue flicking relentlessly until another orgasm ripped through you. You came hard on his tongue, thighs clamping around his head as stars burst before your eyes. He licked you through every pulse, only pulling back when you whimpered from overstimulation.

Kai climbed back up, kissing you so you could taste yourself on his lips. His cock nudged against your entrance, hot and heavy.

"Ready?" he asked, eyes locked on yours. Even in the heat of the moment, he always checked.

"Yes. Please, I need you."

He pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch, stretching you open. Both of you groaned at the feeling, tight, wet heat enveloping him completely. When he bottomed out, he stayed still, forehead pressed to yours, breathing ragged.

"Always so perfect for me" he whispered.

Then he started moving. Deep, rolling thrusts that made your toes curl. You wrapped your legs around his waist, heels digging into his back as he picked up pace. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, mixing with your moans and his low grunts.

He fucked you steadily, changing angles until he found the one that made you cry out. His hips snapped harder, driving into you with building intensity. One hand gripped your thigh, spreading you wider while the other braced beside your head.

"Look at the city" he panted, turning your head gently toward the window. "All those lights… and you’re mine."

The view was dizzying, endless sparkling lights as he thrust deep. Pleasure coiled tighter inside you. Kai reached between your bodies, rubbing your clit in circles.

"Come for me again, baby. Want to feel you."

You shattered around him with a broken moan of his name, walls pulsing tightly. Kai cursed, burying his face in your neck as his own rhythm faltered. A few more deep thrusts and he came hard, spilling inside you with a long, guttural groan. His hips kept moving through the aftershocks, milking every last drop.

For a moment, you stayed locked together, hearts pounding. Kai eventually lifted his head, smiling that soft, adoring smile that always melted you. He kissed you tenderly, then rolled to the side, pulling you into his arms.

"Shower?" he suggested after a few minutes, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back.You nodded, still catching your breath.

The ensuite bathroom was sleek and modern, with another large window overlooking the city. Kai turned on the rainfall shower, steam quickly filling the space. Under the hot water, he washed you gently, hands soapy and reverent over every curve. But the touches lingered. His fingers teased your nipples again, then slipped between your legs, finding you still sensitive and slick with his cum.

You dropped to your knees in the shower, water cascading over both of you. Kai’s hand braced against the tile as you took him into your mouth. He was half-hard again already. You sucked him slowly, tongue swirling around the head, taking him deeper until he hit the back of your throat.

"Fuck, that feels so good" he groaned, fingers threading gently through your wet hair. He didn’t push, just let you set the pace, hips rocking subtly.

When he was fully hard again, he pulled you up and turned you to face the window. "Hands on the glass."

You obeyed, bracing yourself as he entered you from behind in one smooth thrust. The new angle made you moan loudly. Kai’s chest pressed against your back, one arm wrapped around your waist while the other hand reached down to rub your clit. He fucked you like this, deep and possessive, water streaming down your bodies as the city watched silently.

Your third orgasm hit you fast and intense, legs shaking. Kai followed soon after, coming deep inside you again with your name on his lips.

Afterward, you both dried off lazily. Kai carried you back to bed, tucking you under the soft sheets. He pulled you close, your head on his chest as the city lights continued their endless dance outside.

"Best night in a long time" he murmured, kissing the top of your head.

You traced patterns on his chest. "We should do this more often. Early escapes. Just us."

"Every week" he promised, voice sleepy but content. His hand stroked your hair. "I love you."

"I love you too, Kai."

The night stretched on, quiet except for the distant hum of the city. In his arms, with the skyline at your back, everything felt perfectly right.

[tinningtus]

𝐹𝑂𝑅 𝐵𝐸𝑇𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑂𝑅 𝑊𝑂𝑅𝑆𝐸 .☘︎ ݁˖

HN.K

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɪᴅᴏʟ!ᴋᴀɪ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꨄ︎ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ, ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: you knew dating an idol would never be easy, the hate seems to be piling faster than you can control so you turn to the only person you know who can offer you the comfort you seek…

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: established relationship, Kai comforting reader, the other boys are angels too, self confidence issues, insecurities, angst, not many really it’s mostly sweet

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 4k

𝙆𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨…⋆˚࿔ thank you so much for this beautiful request @nota10butadefinite8 I hope it’s just as healing to read as it was to write!!!💗

I kept this as fluff because that’s what felt right but if you you’re ever looking for anything else or just more of the same cuteness you know where to find me!! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

These comments shouldn't phase you anymore. It's been weeks already but they still puncture your ribcage and take your heart prisoner.

Ever since Kai and you laid bare your relationship to the world, you've seen every type of comment under the sun. First there's shock, utter unexpected news from an industry that is less than accepting of anything close to relationships between idols.

There's the on-wave of genuine fans supporting that Kai feels comfortable enough to share such news with them, it ultimately brings them closer to the idol who feels he can be honest and open. It's another layer of relatability, that Kai too is human and feels emotions that the everyday person experiences. That he understands the lyrics of love that he writes and sings so intricately.

But of course, the comments that permeate you most are the ones of hate, mostly towards you; the woman many feel have taken away something they believed belonged to them. Even the ones directed at Kai himself cut at you, how they can be so cruel to the purest person you know, the man who truly only deserves love and happiness but is constantly subjected to malice.

He rarely allows you to see how it affects him, and you don’t think you ever will fully. He’s far too concerned with how this takes a hold of you, he kisses away all your worries but they persist like the backlash does. You must have told him your plights a hundred times by now but he’s patient with you; never rushes or interrupts you as you spill your heart out to him.

You see the comments everywhere you go, on social media and in tabloids and they follow you to your small circle on the internet. It's not much but you enjoy your little community that you share daily life with, as most people your age tend to do but now it's drowned out by hate in each of your comment sections. The post could be as innocent as sharing the presentation of a meal you made and the comments would be full of nothing but scorn for you.

You can never be what they need you to be, you're either too skinny or not enough; you don't have the looks to be with someone as pretty as him and no matter how many times people tell you it that doesn't matter what they say because ultimately it's not about you, it's about who you're dating, you can't escape their words. If only you had thick skin, or could tussle feathers like water off a ducks back but you weren't blessed with such traits. Instead criticism glues itself to you with a bonding agent you don't have an antidote for.

He's an idol. You understand that this is what it entails to date one; at least you thought you did.

He'd even told you himself that this wouldn't be the easy road so you must be the fool, the one who has no right to feel the way you do simply because you've been naive. How could you possibly think any of this would be easy?

Kai knows you but his fans certainly don't and they won't welcome you as such because you're a threat.

You've know Kai for years now, a family friend who you reunited with on an off chance one day that turned into soft feelings and humble confessions. Your first real date, not messages through the phone past his heavy schedules was a stroll through the park you frequented together when you were young and he still remembers the nerve wracking decision to lean in for a kiss. One so magical it truly felt like stars aligning, no matter how cliché. His lips felt plush against yours and it's how they feel every time they kiss you, raising butterflies in your stomach, even after years of dating.

He's tender towards you, never forgets to give you the heartfelt compliments and showers you with gifts wherever he goes. There's not a day goes by where he doesn't check in with you on how your day went, your feelings and experiences throughout the day are his for you to share because you're walking the path of life together.

His schedule may be rammed more so than the average person but he makes up for it by being a literal god send of a boyfriend, he's beyond sweet and respectful towards you, emotionally connected to you to the point you'd assume his soul and yours spilt somewhere in creation and he's found his way back to you. He always seems to know exactly what you need when you need it, even without prompts and he's single-handedly raised all of your standards not just in a partner but as a person.

Your friends must despise him for it because whenever they come to you with relationship issues you tend to give the most brutal advice, you know how one should be treated so why should they settle for less?

You'd post candid shots of you and him on your socials, always with his face hidden or out of frame and your followers seemed to like that, you were just a simple girl living life with the occasional post of soft moments with your boyfriend. It made you relatable but in a way that still made people yearn for the peace and semblance you have. If only they knew who your boyfriend was.

You're supportive of his group openly on your page, posting shots of yourself at shows, always outside the venue and never when he ushers you secretly backstage post concert. Always with his photocard attached to your outfit and his banner and it makes him beam every time. The sweetest sound you’ve ever heard is his laugh when he spots that it’s a new one each time to match his latest release.

“You don’t want to know how many times I pulled Soobin trying to get you” you whisper playfully into his ear only loud enough for him to hear and pull out the multiple photocard dupes from your pocket, none decorated like Kai’s are. When Soobin walks past, Kai’s booming chuckles no doubt catches everyone’s attention but you both shake off the playful look Soobin gives the both of you, it’s a joke just for the two of you.

But when the shows finished he can never be seen leaving with you, he enters his car while arranging separate transport for you, he’d never let you make your own way home but it can’t be with him, back to his dorm where you could be seen, just in case.

It's ultimately what pushes Kai to make a plea with his company to reveal he's in a relationship, you've been doing this for far too long for it to remain practical anymore, sneaking around is simply becoming too much for the both of you to handle and for the company themselves to control. So against all better judgment they relent; forming a statement that reveals Kai's relationship but keeps you anonymous.

It's not enough though, people investigate who the mysterious woman is that their idol is dating and rather quickly pin it to you. So much for his blurred appearances in your posts and the shirt of his you were too careless to forget you were wearing in one of them.

It's an explosion of attention suddenly all over your profile, barrels of loathing all tumbling your way before you can stop it. You can turn off the comments but the damage is already done and you've seen their hostility towards you.

Kai hates that he's done this to you, opened you up to a world you quite possibly were not all ready for, despite being his girlfriend for years already and in turn been given a window into just how toxicity like this runs rampant in his industry.

You've been by his side for so long that his members are dear friends of yours, you come as a package so if Kai is like a baby brother, you are, in association, their sister. You're around their dorm enough that you may as well become apart of the furniture, most times their daily routines are yours, you even cook for them after heavy practice days.

So really, you appreciate them trying to soften the blow as much as they can. A week after the news broke and Yeonjun went live no doubt his chat was flooded with questions and opinions and although the company had asked him not to comment on it, he can't just sit back and allow such hateful remarks when it would be so easy for him to squash them.

"I'm not going to make it a big thing, but you should be careful what you guys type about someone without knowing them. Be kind or you shouldn't comment at all"

It's tactful, graceful and although it invites other well adjusted fans to agree and come to your defence at the time, as soon as the live ends comments appear on other platforms about how he must be 'forced' to say such things.

Taehyun is a little less discreet with his criticism towards the hate. He's noticing the trend of Kai's and your names being brought up in his DMs so he sizes the opportunity to speak up for his friend and for you.

🐿️: I see people mentioning Kai a lot

🐿️: kindly remember he's a real person with feelings and it's not nice to read such things about his relationship, he's happy and that's what matters

🐿️: that should be a given but please only send him love from now on

Without the colorful language he wishes he could use to the people who claim to be fans, it again only brings more discourse on the matter despite his intentions being pure.

Beomgyu has a different approach. Despite the open dissection the public seems to be having on your relationship you still attend shoots and performances where you can, the security is a little extra tight but what can you expect, you seem to be public enemy no.1. While backstage at shows you receive sideways glances and hushes under breath by staff but Beomgyu always seems to distract you with a joking comment completely unrelated. When Kai is away for makeup checkups or other filming schedules Beomgyu makes sure to stay close to you, offering warm conversation and blocks your view of the tv screen if he spots signs in the crowd that read along the lines of 'dump her date me'

It's difficult to not notice them, but you value his effort to protect you from such things.

Soobin can see how it's affecting his friend and teammate and as his leader he feels it's his responsibility to advocate for him; he goes straight to the company himself, begging for them to make a statement, or at least allow Kai to since they practically barred him from even breathing about the matter. This was an announcement they allowed Kai to reveal, the very least they could do is protect the artist from hate they anticipated.

So two separate notices go out that day; one posted from the company account:

"We are aware of the comments regarding HueningKai and the recent reveal of his personal relationship. We kindly ask that you withold all opinions upon the matter that have not been approved by the artist themself. He only wishes to invite supporting comments so please remember to consider the mental health of the artist so he can complete his job to the best of his abilities.

Thank you"

Another from Kai himself, posted to the main account:

"Hi everyone, this is HueningKai,

I'm sure you're all aware what I am referencing when I say that I am aware of some of the comments about the reveal of my relationship recently. While I wish to keep the intricacies of my relationship private I simply wanted to show our fans a person who is special in my life. It was never the intention to open her up to hateful opinions but to live freely and not have to hide any longer, but unfortunately anonymous words and comments can affect people more than you think. So what I'm asking going forward is for only positivity so that this reveal doesn't hurt the person I love.

Thank you to everyone who has been supportive, I hope it continues,

Thank you,

Hueningkai"

His fingers tremble as he presses send, immediately messages you after to check in to inform you that the statement had been made. You never asked him to speak up for you this way but he did so anyway because he cares like that. Because he cannot sit idly while the world has open discussion about you and not speak his peace. You both know this isn't a fix, but you hope it calms the outrage even a little.

It does; for a while. You start seeing more positive opinions so you begin to feel brave enough to reopen your own comment sections and shockingly enough, they all seem to be showering you with love now. It's difficult to believe them at first, and even harder to not feel an inch of resentment towards them because where were these comments when you were treading through hell? Perhaps you were too far under to not see them in the first place.

You're crying less, hiding it less too because although you know you can share anything with Kai you can't help but feel guilt that he has to even make such a statement for you, because you don't want to burden him more than he must already feel by the entire situation. After all, it's his career on the line, not yours.

But you're only human, you can only hold that dam so long before muscles debilitate and crumble, the atrophy takes root and the flow of tears break the flood gate.

Every cell in your body has shut off, autopilot taking your feet straight in the familiar route to the boys dorms, you don't even remember how or when you ended up in front of the door, wary knuckles clacking the wood with such uncertainty it was barely heard inside but you don't trust your own shaking fingers fumbling with keys to successfully let yourself in. It's not uncommon for one of the boys to forget their keys so you know to expect a response somewhat swiftly but not within mere seconds of knocking, you've had no time to compose yourself even a little.

Soobin, so absentminded he barely registered the unusually small frame when the door swings open, very clearly not one of the boys. Upon a closer inspection, his eye line drops to you where he finds your teary filled eyes stare back, mascara rivers staining your cheeks.

"Hi Soobin…" you meekly call out, sniffling and trying your hardest to conceal just how wrecked you look but it's to no avail, you rub at your eyes with your palm and it does little but smudge the charcoal streaks further. You knew it was always a possibility that any of the members could have answered but you find little care when you're headset on only one thing; Kai.

"Oh, sweet thing, come here" Soobin barely takes a brief pause before pulling you into a soft hug, one of reassurance and understanding. He doesn't need to know what's wrong so he doesn't ask, you'll offer that up if that's what you need but it's plain to see that comfort is what you seek, aiding you with calming strokes to your shoulders.

You pull away eventually in fear of staining his shirt to look up to him "is Kai here?"

You choke up, Soobin feels his heart tug at your timid request, looking around his shoulders so desperately in search of him. You've caught them at a good time since he's the only other member present in the dorms "yeah he's here, he's in his room"

You'd both been too preoccupied to notice the soft footfalls approaching, purely curious as he could only hear Soobin’s voice from his room. His heart drops instantaneously at the sight of your grief stricken face, distress woven into every feature of a face that is usually so jovial and bright. One he's always eager to see after a tiresome day.

"Baby..." he calls delicately, paralysed on the spot despite how he craves to wrap his arms around you and shield you from whatever has battered you. You close the distance for him, your arms wrap straight around his chest and not automatically resting on his shoulders like how you usually embrace him. It's all these little intricacies, the subtleties in your behaviour that tell him what you desire most is not the embrace he usually gives but one of protecting, sheltering you from the outside world so cruel.

"Kai..." once tightly wrapped up, another wave of sobs along with the call of his name and his heart shatters tenfold, fingers find penance in your hair, carding through each strand to comb out any imperfections in attempt to piece you back together, little by little.

"I'm here, baby. I promise you're okay, whatever's hurt you this much can't touch you now I'm here" his words blanket you no matter how distraught you feel. There's no where safer you feel than in his arms, and that's precisely the issue. As much as you will it, you cannot spend every moment of your waking time in his presence and that's when you feel weakest. So malleable that the world's words about you hammer down until you're nothing but a withered pile of dust.

You detach yourself reluctantly but you need to see his face with your own eyes, witness him up close to know he truly is right here.

"Let's go to my room and we can talk, yeah?" He offers carefully, stroking away the stray hairs from your face as you weakly nod. Your fingers lace with his as he guides you through the hallway, he dips his head towards Soobin in acknowledgment for helping you in.

He leads you to sit on the edge of his bed, kneeling between your legs as he rests his arms on your knees to look up and offer his undivided attention. Palms stroke against your thighs affectionately, steadily encouraging you to break the silence when you feel ready to.

"They just don't stop, Kai. I thought it was finally starting to settle but I see more comments all the time" your tears have dried against your cheeks but you sound exhausted, the pain of reading such things piling until there's no escape under the rubble.

"I'm sorry. I set you up for this. I always anticipated there would be backlash but not like this. You don't deserve it. If I could take it back-" you can see there's remorse behind his eyes but he's trying to keep it at bay and not make this about him, especially not when you're crying in his arms pleading for his comfort.

But you want to hear it all, his fears and his regrets because it's his, you want to share his pain and shoulder it as he constantly does for you.

"-I don't wish that, Kai. After all of it, I'm glad that you don't have to walk on eggshells anymore. But it doesn't erase the pain, you know?" Of course he understands, but he's not telling you that with words, instead he's sitting up to fully wrap you in his arms, letting you rest gently with your back against the bed as he engulfs you with his larger frame.

"Can I tell you something?" He whispers into your hair as he flips over onto his back, tugging you into his side where you rest your head against his chest. He feels you nod against his hoodie, slightly ruffling the material but he doesn't care to fix it because you seem to have found comfort tucked up with him.

"When the announcement first went through, and I told you I was shitting myself, it wasn't a lie. I think it was the most scared I've been throughout my entire career" you listen intently, your body even forgets to snivel the mucus blocking your airways from crying so brutally because his words are your own story book, collecting you from each stressful stimulus in your life and transporting you to somewhere it's only you and his voice.

"But that wasn't the biggest feeling I had. I felt pride the most. And then everyone found out it was you and I felt even more proud because people could see how beautiful and sweet you are. There was always going to be people telling you that you aren't those things because they think it makes them feel better about themselves. And I really clung to all the positivity because of that- because if they truly cared they'd be happy for me. For you" his fingertips connect the beauty marks along your arms, bonding them like constellations.

"I never told you this because I didn't know how to broach the subject when you were already upset, but at the last fansign, as soon as I stepped out I received the loudest applause then I ever had. It wasn't because of anything I'd done. It was because of you. Because they wanted to show their support to both of us. And I think everyone who came up to me mentioned how pretty you were. I couldn't stop smiling, thinking of you the whole time" he rests an affectionate kiss to the top of your head, lightly pulling your gaze to him with fingers guiding your chin upwards.

"What I'm trying to say is; there is happiness out there. There should be happiness for us too. I know what I've said doesn't erase your experience, but I think we owe it to ourselves to be strong not in spite of the hate but because of it. So I'm only going to show that going forward. Everything else is going to be forgotten, every little shitty comment you get won't hurt you because I'll love you harder with each one, until there's nothing left but our love, okay?" Fresh, hot tears spill but they're born from adoration now, staring into the eyes of your lover you know them true.

Because you know Kai. You know how this is the boy who cherishes you past anything anyone could say, the least he deserves is your dedication to do the same.

His irises are warm like honey, a tenderly placed smile while his thumbs wipe away your tears.

“Jealous people are only so because they think their favourite idols belong to them. I don’t, I don’t belong to anyone but you. They’re jealous because you’re beautiful and you shine brighter than anything their words could brand you as”

The wounds of their words are still there, but he's slowly helping them scar over. While it hurts to brush over the cuts, the worry that they will reopen and invite an infection of fresh criticism, he's placing bandaids over them every time, just to know his support remains unwavering, holding you up with stilts is enough to let time heal them.

And how he holds you, tightly with no gaps between the both of you but still allowing you to breathe, to exist right next to him is enough to temporarily ignore everything else. His chest rises and falls and you know the heart bellow pumps with everything you've ever wanted. Everything you could wish a boyfriend to be. The arms who are lulling you- a sanctuary in Kai’s embrace, in his room where you feel secure and guarded, enough to recharge and gain the courage to face the world once more. You’d brave dragons for him, clash swords and steel and you won’t stop now.

The dragons have sharp teeth and cutting words, but your shield is resilient forged, dipped in the years you've spent through every high and low with him.

Kai is your shield.

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ: @nota10butadefinite8 @buttersoob

[pageraf]

For my beloved @kai-is-a-penguin <3

Huening Kai || Bless you!

Kai was being weirdly quiet the past two days. Which was unusual for him since he should be blowing up your phone 24/7 with memes, funny photos of him and I miss you texts. And when he left you on read you decided to take the matters in your own hands.

⚠: not many actually, idol!au, established!relationship, sick-fic, hurt-comfort of sort, Kai is sick, fluff, slice of life, domestic vibes, crack, lots of sniffling, Kai soooo cute (always), slightly suggestive (if you squint hard), I prob don't forget smth!

You've been telling Kai that it was annoying, texting you all the time.

But, of course, you didn't mean it and he knew it too. Quite the opposite actually, every day you would watch your phone like a hawk waiting for his next message whether it was some stupid, nerdy meme or just a silly photo of him in practice. In fact, you had made a whole separate album in your camera roll named "Hyuka", just for him.

But the past day, Kai was awfully silent, barely any texts, no memes or photos. And you would never tell him that but you missed it.

And today, the amount of unanswered texts was concerning. Your last text, "Kai, I missed you :(", was sitting there, on read. And that was your breaking point. You decided to take matters in your own hands, grabbed your keys, went to the nearby convenience store, bought your shared favourite snacks and took the bus for his dorms.

Your plan was too stay mad at him for a while for ignoring you and then cuddle up and watch your shared favourite anime series. At least until you got there.

You knocked on the door, which Soobin answered. "O-oh, hey Y/n." he said awkwardly. "Em, hello to you too?" you responded, confused about his strange behaviour. "Where's Kai?" you asked, trying to make your way but Soobin's large frame was blocking your way. "Um, he's not here." he replied urgently.

But right then, a familiar voice sneezed from inside, Kai.

"Yeah, right." you said suspiciously, pushing past Soobin to get in. "No, no, Y/n wait-" he tried to say, chasing after you as you made your way to Kai's room.

You swung the door open, revealing a blanket-cocooned Kai, with a red nose and piles of paper tissues scattered across his bed. "Y/n?" Kai muttered weakly. "I tried to stop her!" Soobin called out from behind you.

"Kai?" you said, rushing to his side. "Y/n, you shouldn't have come..." he trailed of, reaching for yet another tissue. "I- uh, I'll be going now." Soobin said, turning around and leaving you two alone.

"Kai, why didn't you tell me that you're sick?" you asked, brushing a few strands of hair off his face. "Because I didn't want you to see me like this..." he mumbled under his breath, his gaze shifting from yours.

"You're stupid you know that?" you responded, cradling his face. "Well snot isn't the most attractive thing." he pouted. "Like I care!" you said, placing a comforting kiss on his forehead, "All I care is you, all of you."

At that, he flushed you small, weak smile. "Now, let's get you better, hm?" you said, getting off his bed, "I'm going to make you a tea. I'll be back in a few minutes." you chimed and left the room.

The dorms were pretty quiet, save for Soobin who was playing PlayStation in the living room area. You made your way to the kitchen and started preparing Kai's tea. You made sure you put extra honey since he doesn't like tea that much and after you were done, you drought it to him, along with cough meds you made sure you hid well, since he wasn't fond of them either.

"Here you are." you said, handing him the hot cup of tea. "Can I-" he tried to say, but you cut in firmly, "No, you have to drink now that is hot.". Kai pouted at your response but he drunk it anyway. He couldn't say no to you.

"Alright, now it's time for the meds..." you said, pulling the box of pills from you pocket. "Nooo!" Kai whined, "I drunk the tea, I don't need the pills!" he continued sniffling. "But they're going to make you better." you cooed. "But I'm already better, see-" he tried to say but was abruptly cut off by a violent sneeze.

"Yeah, sure~" you responded, rolling your eyes at his antics. "But it tastes awful!" he sniffled. "I know but do you prefer being sick or getting better?" you retorted, "Now be a good boy and take your meds."

With a heavy heart, Kai took the pills in one hand and the glass of water in the other and downed them, making the cutest, disgusted face at their taste. "Hm, what a brave boy~" you said, placing a small peck on his cracked lips.

"No, you'll get sick too!" Kai said, pulling back but you didn't care, you leaned in, capturing his lips in a soft, delicate kiss. "Don't say I didn't warn you." he said playfully after pulling away for air.

"Mm~" you mused, "Now, let's watch the new episode!"

"It's out already?" he said excitedly. "Yes, it's past 5 already." you replied, reaching to grab his laptop. You opened it and clicked a new tab and started playing your shared favourite anime.

You scooted closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist, your face burying in his neck. He wrapped an arm over your shoulder, kissing your forehead and resumed the playback, letting the episode roll in the background as you both were quietly lost in the presence of each other.

The next morning found you surrounded by his warmth. He was still asleep. He look so soft, his hair falling messy on his forehead, his long lashes delicately touching his upper cheeks, his lips slightly parted to breath through his stuffed nose.

You stayed there, looking at him while running your fingers through his soft hair. But of course you were going to tell him how your throat felt ticklish when he woke up.

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[aweinkai]

hello... so, uhm... i don't know... let me just drop this... TT

warnings: subvirgin!hk + fem!reader. unprotected sex (wrap it pls). one night stand. riding. dirty talk. bigdick!hk. mentions of masturbation. corruption. choking (m rec).

Kai was not in the right headspace at the moment.

He had already forgotten how the two of you ended up in a motel near the bar where you met. He also didn't know how you were able to book a room and safely arrive on the seventh floor when both of your minds were drowned in alcohol and clouded with lust.

The worst thing is, he has no idea how to appropriately fuck somebody before you two had come into this exact situation. This is all new to him. There is no point in denying that he is a saint-like virgin.

Never been seen, never been touched.

And, for the millionth time, he is not even sure if he should thank you or indulge himself with hell-like self-loathing after agreeing to have a one-night stand with a person he doesn't know.

The only thing that his mind could process right now is how sickening your sweet sounds are in his ears, how alluring each of your perfect thrusts between his legs, and how delicious your warm walls are snugging his sensitive, inexperienced cock.

Kai was clutching tightly in the soaked bedsheet below him; his round, hungry eyes were fixated on your bouncing tits that were presented in front of him. His weak fingers are trembling, his legs are almost about to give up as he tries to chase your careless humps on his length. It is also evident that he is beyond frightened to even lay a finger on you, as if you would stop abusing his needy cock and leave him alone in the ruined bed if he ever did something that would displease you.

You are clawing on his broad shoulders, nails digging into his reddening flesh while you try your very best to take his long and wide cock inside your sopping cunt.

"Motherfucker..." You whined, before halting your movements with his whole girth resting in your quivering, wet walls. "How come your cock is this big, hm?" Your luscious words felt like enchantments in his ears, cheeks burning almost instantly as he started to see a smirk forming on your lips.

"Uhm... Hahh," He faltered on his words when you began to twist your hips between his thighs, slowly dragging your body as your pussy shamelessly drips with every twitch of his veiny cock. "I don't... Holy cow—I don't know..."

A soft giggle came from you when you heard his childish curse. For then, you planted your knees in the bed before you forcefully lifted yourself above him, moaning audibly at the luscious feeling of his length brushing the perfect spots of your walls. Kai was already drenched in sweat, getting more anxious when he felt your small palms wrapping around the base of his neck. The poor guy cannot help but whine when your hold began to grow tighter, tears forming in his glassy eyes due to the immediate lack of air.

The smirk on your lips turns into a wide grin, your chest swelling with pride at the mixture of fright and pleasure evident on Kai's beautiful face. It even motivated you to stimulate him more, once again picking up the pace to abuse his hard dick. You cannot even deny that he looks absolutely delectable in your eyes, getting more and more turned on by how he could be deemed as a tainted lamb under your burning touch.

"You must be a fan of fisting cocks, no?" Even out of air, you still managed to tease the guy, strangling his neck to edge him further. Now nearly suffocated, Kai could only shake his head as an answer, strained whimpers leaving his lips at your every grind. To his dismay, you only got more excited at his struggles to speak for himself, gripping your walls around him despite his tantalizing girth.

"No? But your cock is too big, baby," You whined, before leaving a soft, quick peck on his lips. "Don't fool me. Guys who have a dick this big fist it daily," You added, lips subtly brushing into his plump ones.

"No—No, ma'am..." The guy barely managed to utter his breathless reply, on the verge of blacking out from the pleasure your tight cunt is giving him. Your brow corks at his dutiful use of words, yet you cannot set aside the effects it gave to your pent-up abdomen.

You obnoxiously chuckled, before dropping your whole weight into his legs. Kai grunted audibly at your actions, a big chunk of tears now flooding down his cheeks. "Please... Don't do that again... Please..." His begs are almost a whisper, all beat up and overly sensitive by how your pussy is sucking him in.

"Aww... This poor big dick will go to waste if we don't use it appropriately..." You cooed at him, before recklessly fucking your gaping hole around his cock that turned his brain shut.

"Just enjoy this. Besides, this would be your only chance to fuck a pussy as tight as mine."

taglist: @pageraf , @nota10butadefinite8 , @komigyu , @txtworlddom , @mysteryfem

[fangirl-dot-com]

My baby, my baby

tags: michael "robby" robinavitch x reader, baby jane doe, talks of abandonment, soft reader meets immoveable force robby, mentions of suicide, sabbatical, loving isn't always easy, angsty, comfort, good ending, medical inaccuracies, mentions of miscarriages, not edited lol, always ooc robby, 18+ MDNI

notes: i've had this idea stuck in my head for a little bit and finally got around to writing it! I hope you all like this! and if you'd like to join my permanent master list, please comment here! enjoy!

word count: 4.1k

Robby hadn’t meant to be away from his phone for very long, but between the chaos of July 4th and the preeminent doubts of if he’d actually be coming back after three months, the device had been farthest from his mind and even farther from his pocket. 

Even now as he towered over the bassinet, the only thing on Robby’s mind was how innocent the small creature was compared to the tons-heavy load he carried in his soul, and how both of them, two sides of the scale, had been left to face the world alone. His chest ached more than it ever did; each breath desperately pushing against his ribs like they were trying to break free. Each small sound the baby made had Robby freezing, waiting for her to cry out like she had earlier. But each time, she ended up contently sighing before stilling, wide eyes looking up at him and his sorrow ladened face. 

He couldn’t help but reach out, desperate for one more small grasp of her entire, tiny hand around the width of his finger. A small chuckle bubbled from his chest when she was quick to do what he was wishing for. 

“You have a good grip,” he muttered with a small smile. “That’s good; means you’re already so nice and strong.” His smile slowly dropped. “You’re going to be just fine.” He paused before adding, “That’s more than I can say about myself.” 

All day, he withered away under the sad stares of his colleagues. Dana had briefly mentioned that she was nervous for him, Jack tried to get him to understand that, if he gave life a chance, everything could be better, and hell, even Whitaker tried to laugh about his offering of his house—not home, because it was too sterile to be called that—if he actually never returned. But when he saw the hopelessness in Baran’s eyes after he chastised her and threatened her job, or when he saw the burning resentment build in Samira’s after he degraded her for something so normal as a panic attack, or when he saw humiliation in Frank’s after he’d pretend not to care about his once protégé who was able to get his act together far better than he would ever, Robby couldn’t help but think that, yes, they were all going to be so much better without him. 

Robby couldn’t survive without the Pitt, but the Pitt could thrive without Robby. 

Without even realizing, tears started dripping down his cheeks again. 

He tried to wipe them away with his unoccupied hand, but the streams kept coming and coming, years of stunted and repressed emotions finally coming out in waves against the sand of his skin. 

How pathetic he thought himself to be. You have friends, a job, a house, and you’re crying while this baby has no one, and she’s perfectly content to hold onto your touch-starved finger. 

It couldn’t have been a few more mere minutes of enjoying the small bit of company before the door burst open, Robby’s shoulders hunching and body tensing instinctively. But his finger stayed still in the baby girl’s finger, every ounce of his body not wanting to be the cause of more cries from her little lungs. 

His neck turned stiffly, allowing his eyes to meet Dana’s gray hues. He looked back down quickly almost to hide the state of his obvious tear-stained face. 

“Yeah, Dana?” he asked gruffly. 

If she was about to lay it on him again, then he might have to leave the room and get headed on the road before anyone could stop him from leaving. That’s where he was supposed to be. He should have left the moment his shift was over with his bike between his legs, engine rumbling as he sped down the interstate, letting his hair freely catch the wind. He shouldn’t still be in the room, letting this abandoned baby hold onto him like a lifeline, allowing her to touch his tainted hands. 

“Phone’s been ringing off the hook, Cap,” she stated, holding the device up in one hand. “Ya currently have ten missed calls and a handful of messages.” 

Robby’s brows furrowed. He didn’t know who would be calling him that much when everyone who seemed to care about him was currently within the Pitt’s walls. 

“Is there a caller ID?” he asked, spine straightening while his finger stayed still. 

“Just a number,” she responded before walking the device over to him. 

Once it was in Robby’s hand, the device fell silent under his gaze. He thumbed through the messages without unlocking the phone, but as he strolled, the generic Please call me and Please answer it’s an emergency did nothing to help his utter confusion. For a moment, he wondered if someone had the wrong number until the first message at the very bottom read Michael, please pick up.

He had barely been able to type a few words into the message bar—one handed mind you—when the phone buzzed again, the same number flashing across the screen. He didn’t hesitate to swipe across for the call to go through. 

“This is Michael Robinavitch,” he said into the speaker. 

“Michael?” the shaky voice answered, and a small thank God followed in a whisper. 

Robby should have recognized the number, but the sound of your voice solidified his realization. However, his short-lived confusion quickly turned into deepened concern when your sob echoed in his ear and was trailed by a series of unintelligible words filled with harsh breathing and a few muffled whimpers. 

“Hey, hey,” he said. “Sweetheart, I need you to breathe.” 

Dana, who wasn’t privy to what you were saying, or at least trying to say, widened her eyes at the casual pet name that Robby said without much thought, almost like it was familiar between his teeth and tongue. 

Robby paid no mind to the charge nurse, suddenly more concerned with figuring out what the hell was going on. He couldn’t help but wince at the shuddering inhale and exhale that you took at his authority. 

“Okay, okay,” he said after a few more quiet moments. “What’s going on?” 

You whimpered again in response. “M-my ex w-was supp-supposed to—oh, fuck—” 

It hurt him to hear you so close to hyperventilating while he could only listen. “Hey,” he said a bit harder, trying to get you out of a panic. “You need to breathe before I can even try to help you with what’s going on, okay?” 

Dana got his attention with a wave of her hand. Robby looked up in time to see her mouth Do I need to call 911? to which he shook his head and mouthed back Not yet. 

When your breathing slowed a bit, you tried again. “He was supposed to be taker our—my baby to an app-appoint-appointment and now—” Another failed attempt at keeping another whimper in. “Now he doesn’t ha-have her and w-won’t tell me where sh-she is.” 

Robby’s grip on his phone tightened to the point of his knuckles going white, his eyes briefly falling to the baby who currently had fallen asleep holding onto him. 

“I-I know sometimes people take them to f-fire stations, but I called each one in the area, a-and they all said that no one’s dropped any b-babies off. Then I tried hospitals, and r-remembered you worked at one, and I just—” You inhale sounded watery this time. “Just hoped that you might h-have heard something,” you squeaked out the last bit, already biting back another sob. “I’m so-sorry for calling, but—” 

“How old is your baby, sweetheart?” he asked calmly. 

“Five weeks,” you sniveled out. “She’s five weeks today. And—oh gosh—how could this happen?” 

He could almost imagine you gripping your hair and tugging tightly at the roots as you spoke, something he knew you’d do under duress. He’d seen it happen too many times to count throughout college and well into adulthood.

“Do you know the last time he had her?” 

“He picked her up t-this morning. I’m so fucking stupid,” you hissed, voice sounding the steadiest since the call went through. “I had work, and my mom couldn’t take her so-so I thought—I don’t know what I was thinking.” 

Robby leaned over the bassinet again, eyes quickly scanning the sleeping baby, finger released form her grip in order to pull her small onesie down just enough to see her shoulder. “Does she have any identifying marks?” 

The line went silent for a split second. “She has a small birthmark on her shoulder. I swear it looks like messed up puzzle piece.” 

A rush of air filled Robby’s lungs to the point he felt dizzy. Staring up at him was the exact, described mark on Baby Jane’s shoulder. The baby that he’d been spilling his woes to was your baby, belonging to the girl who’d truly had his heart for years. 

“Sweetheart—” he began before you interrupted him. 

“I’m so sorry for calling so much, but I thought that if anyone knew anything, it’d be you.” 

Robby held the phone silently to his ear. You could have called anyone: the police, the main line, other hospitals where they might not have taken you seriously. Instead, after calling the firehouses with the drop boxes, you called him.

“Earlier today,” he started, his voice now on the edge of also being shaky, “one of my nurses found a baby in the waiting room.” 

Robby kept the part about where exactly in the waiting room she was found in to himself. He closed his eyes at your sudden, hopeful gasp. 

“A heathy, happy, and unharmed baby we estimated to be around six weeks.” He paused. “She has the mark, sweetheart. I think we have your baby here.” 

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You knew you probably looked like an escaped insane asylum patient. 

Wide eyes, trembling hands, hair messed up from pulling on it one too many times: all the wonkiness of your appearance was just a physical manifestation of hours upon hours of stress beyond measure. You tried to reign it in, but ever since Robby confirmed that your spiteful ex, in attempts to push you over the edge, had abandoned your baby all while you were working, your emotions were close to bursting out of skin. 

Somehow though, you managed to wade through the crowd waiting to be seen and get to the plexiglass shielded clerk desk without startling anyone. The kind woman behind the shield smiled up at you. 

“What brings you in, honey?” 

Your fingers twirled the ring around your pointer. “I’m here to see Michael Robinavitch?” 

Robby hadn’t told you where to come in, and even if he had, your head spun so fast that most of the words he said after I think we have your baby here was everything but audible past the roar of blood in your ears. You’d jumped into your car and drove straight here. And even if he had reassured that your baby was unharmed, you couldn’t be convinced until she was back in your arms. 

The woman had barely opened her mouth to answer before the door to your right clicked opened with Robby’s hand splayed widely against the metal and his body standing in the space between the waiting room and the ER. 

“Hey, sweetheart. You wanna come with me?” he asked, eyes filled with a soft kindness that had your tummy flipping.

You could barely contain the bob of your head as you walked over. Without even thinking much, you took a handful of Robby’s green pull over. Robby either didn’t care or didn’t notice since he said nothing while he took deliberate steps toward the room that had been housing the baby since there hadn’t been any room in the pediatric ward. 

He held the door open, and you quickly slipped past him, stopping just a few feet inside when you noticed the room wasn’t completely empty. A blond woman was currently hovering over the medical bassinet, however, she looked up at the sound of the door opening, her mouth stretching into a small smile. 

Robby let the door shut behind him, placing his hand on the small of your back before introducing you to the woman. “Dana’s our dayshift charge nurse. She made sure that if your baby needed anything, she’d get it.” 

You nodded mutely, slightly taken back by how sure Robby said your baby like something inside him subconsciously knew that she belonged to you and you alone. 

“You have a fine baby here,” Dana said, voice twanged with an accent. “Spent all day being loved on by our staff and taking naps between.” 

“Thank you,” you whispered, not taking your eyes off the squirming baby. “Can I?” 

“Go ahead, sweetheart,” Robby murmured with a soft push. 

Your steps were ginger and quiet as you walked closer. The moment your eyes traced her familiar features, a quiet sob bubbled through your lips. At the sound, your baby turned her head, small eyes tracking your face, even if you knew all she could probably see was a large blob. It wasn’t long until your hands were gently sliding under her neck and bottom and lifting her close to your face. You couldn’t help but heave a sigh of relief as you nuzzled into her soft cheek. 

Apparently, the feeling was familiar enough that it made the baby smile slightly. She grunted and cooed against you as your hold readjusted her onto your chest. Her small hands immediately clenched fistfuls of your shirt while her head stayed pressed to your front. 

Robby and Dana couldn’t help but smile when you began to sway and gently press kisses onto her small head. 

“Hi, Shelly,” you muttered, nose taking in so much of her baby scent. “My sweet baby.” Your eyes watered to the point even a few blinks didn’t clear up your eyesight. You kept her close as you spun to face the other two occupants of the room. “Thank you both so, so much.” 

Dana smiled warmly. “We’re just glad she has a home.” Her grey eyes subtly glanced at Robby. “Now, I’m going to find our social worker, and get you some paperwork before you can take your little one home.” 

Your grip tightened ever so slightly. “Social worker?” 

Robby was quick to answer. “Just part of the process of getting her home. How bout I stay with you while Dana here gets all that in order.” 

With another nod of your head, the blond slipped out the door, leaving you and Robby alone with your baby, whose eyes were currently looking right over in his direction, something you didn’t miss at all. 

“She’s looking at you,” you softly said, eyes downcast at the top of her head. “Must mean she likes you.” You looked up at him. “Michael, I just can’t begin to thank you—” 

You stopped when he held up a hand. 

“No need,” he interrupted. “It’s all part of my job, sweetheart.” 

“Yeah, well, you stayed on the phone with me and talked me out of a panic. I count that as something.” 

Robby took a step closer, his right shoulder leaning a bit on your left as he looked down at her. “You made a very cute baby. Can’t believe how much time has passed since . . .” 

You glanced up over your shoulder and into his brown, sad eyes. “It has; hasn’t it? What are you up to? Other than running an emergency department, I mean. You used to talk about doing so all the time, but you must have a hobby or something.” 

He hesitated because, really, other than the ER he had nothing, meanwhile it seemed like you had done everything that he wanted: have a partner, get married, build a family. With a shake of his head, he rid himself of those thoughts. His hand rose and scratched at the back of his neck, blunt nails digging into his skin. 

“Other than my upcoming sabbatical, I don’t have very much going on,” he replied, voice tired and worn beyond anything you’d ever heard. 

“Oh.” You finally turned around fully, Shelly now the only thing between the two of you. “Well then, I must insist you come over for dinner. I know it’s late and that you have plans, Micheal, but please.” With all of Shelly’s weight in one arm, you gently rested your other hand on his bicep. “For us?” 

Now, truly, there was a lot that could make Micheal Robinavitch say no. Plans made between residents for drinks after shift were always politely declined, women who got the hots for the doctor title were horribly left on read after the second date, and urges to go to therapy by his closest friend were quickly shoved into his back pocket. 

However, one of the few things that could actually break his will power was the soft look you were giving him right now. The one that made it seem like the large gap of years hadn’t passed at all. The one he always thought was full of love before the two of you found different paths to take. 

He found himself agreeing before his brain even caught up. “Dinner sounds great.” 

And if he could keep that shining smile on your face for a bit longer, Robby decided that he’d stay for as long as possible just to see you look up at him like that.  

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Dinner, in his opinion, was the best meal he’d eaten in a long while. Between the sabbatical countdown and endless shifts that only gave him a few minutes to shove a bite of protein bar between his teeth, Robby was never one to make dinner or meal prep once he went back to his house. The walls were there only to shield him from the outside as he slept fitfully. 

But here in your home—home not house, because obviously you made the building into something warm—he found himself wishing he could stay forever. You had even let him hold onto Shelly while you cooked, letting your baby sleep against his heart like she’d known his feeling for ages. His big hands almost engulfed her entire, tiny body, and he caught you looking his way several more times than he thought necessary. 

Robby hadn’t even realized how late it was by the time you put Shelly down to sleep, he was sunken into your couch with his glass from dinner, and you were tucked into the opposite corner. The sky outside held no indication that the sun was still visible, and he knew that his time with you was slowly winding down. 

“I should probably head out,” he mentioned with a sigh, like saying that was physically hurting him. 

He tried to ignore the small frown that tugged on your mouth. 

“But it’s so dark out already,” you replied. 

“Fine by me. There’ll probably be fewer cars out there on the road if I leave soon instead of waiting for the morning.” 

“Oh.” 

Robby hated the way that sounded in your mouth. You quickly looked around your house almost as if you were trying to find something that’d make him stay. For that, he made no action to actually move from his spot on in the cushions. 

You finally gave up and looked down into your glass. “You know, it’s okay to ask.” 

He knew what you meant. Throughout the night, he tried his best to not to bring up the man that all but threw your baby away while she had a perfectly good home waiting for her. The social worker had made sure to tell him that there were definitely no signs of abuse or neglect on your side, and a flood of relief and a knowing understanding had bloomed beneath his ribs. He knew you’d never put that baby girl in danger from the way you were so heartbroken about not knowing where she had been for the entire day. But a thorn of concern had buried itself into his side. 

“I didn’t want to overstep,” he replied after a moment of quiet. “But . . .” he trailed, giving you the space to fill in. 

“Me and Brandon met soon after we parted ways. Thought that he was the one for me; you knew I’ve always wanted a family.” Your arms wrapped around your middle. “We got married, had a nice few years without kids before we even began to start trying.”

In a split second, all Robby wanted to do was scoop you up into his arms 

Your pointer finger picked at your thumb. “We had some complications, had a few miscarriages, and I completely gave up.” 

This time, Robby did unfold his arms and gesture for you to scooch closer. You quickly pushed yourself out of the dip and into his chest, sighing softly when you rested against him. 

“I thought that I’d never get to be a mother until last year. I guessed that the pregnancy wouldn’t last and then the next thing I know she’s in my arms.” 

He felt the way you tensed before relaxing. “We finally had her.” You paused before adding. “And then I found out that he’d been cheating on me for months. I should’ve seen the signs when he missed pretty much all of my appointments.” 

You looked up at Robby, and he was already looking down at you as well. 

“You didn’t deserve any of that, sweetheart,” he muttered, chest rumbling in loathe and a dash of jealousy. “He’s a fucking son of a bitch for that.” 

If you were his, he would have been there for you at every moment, every scan, every fucking second by your side, his hand in yours. 

You hummed in agreement. “I’m just glad I didn’t pick the name he wanted.” 

Robby cocked his head, a smirk lacing his mouth. “Oh yeah? Was it going to be something stupid like Brandon Junior?” 

“Oh, yeah,” you giggled. “He wanted Brenda. There was no way he was going to win though; she’s my baby.” 

“Well, I think you picked the sweetest name. Shelly suits her.” 

You bit down on your lip, not knowing if you should say the next thing on your mind. But having Robby be your personal back rest, you couldn’t keep it in anymore. 

“Shelly’s just her nickname. Her full name is Michelle.” You looked up at Robby expectantly, but he just kept looking at you with that soft expression. You smiled at him, hand raising to gentle rest against his beard.  “Michael, her name’s Michelle.” 

It was almost as if all air was sucked out of his body. 

“Michelle?” he croaked. “Why-why?” 

“Because maybe I wanted to keep a piece of you, the man who believed in me and listened to all my dreams, even if I can’t have you.” 

Robby blinked slowly, lips loose from his drink. “You can have me.” 

“You’re about to go on your trip, Michael. I’m not going to keep you here, somewhere you don’t want to stay, just because I finally found you again.” You tore your eyes away from his. “I can’t be that selfish. Even I can see how much you’re hurting.”

You expected him to push you off. You expected him to slam out the door. You expected him to drive off and never turn back. 

What you didn’t expect him to do was take your hands in his and hold them and keep you against him. 

“I’ll come back,” he whispered into the small space between you two. “I’ll come back to you.” 

Your head shook. “I can’t ask that of you. I can’t—” The sentence died between your lips and Robby’s finger gently pressing against your mouth. 

“Listen to me, sweetheart. For years, I’ve been looking for a reason to stay, to live. I’ve tried to find that reason, and I had pretty much given up on finding something like that.” His eyes glossed over in blink. “But the moment you walked through the doors, the moment you held your baby, the moment you invited me to dinner, and the moment you let me hold you, I finally found my reason.” 

Words escaped your mind at his confession, and the only next logical thing to do was sit and mull over his words. However, when dealing with Robby, all logic flew out the window just as you pressed your lips against his in a desperate motion.

Robby was quick to reciprocate, his hands cradling your cheeks just as he’d cradled your daughter, who you chose to share his namesake in your darkest moments. His thumb brushed away the slight wetness growing under your lashes. Your hands gripped the front of his shirt and held strongly, and your torso twisted to press your front against his. 

You pulled back slightly, face staying within Robby’s hands. “Stay,” you breathed. “Stay.”

His nose brushed against yours as he nodded. “I’ll stay.” 

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