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This Kiss Collection [Ao3] (Next coming out August 16)
Evan "Buck" Buckley x Erin (Foc). Oneshot series. Buck is trying to stay good, no sleeping around. So when he goes to a club and meets a girl he likes but he denies the possibility, it leads them to awkwardly finding each other.
Word Count: 910+
Animal Kingdom
Here We Go Again Collection [Ao3] (next coming out August 19)
Andrew "Pope" Cody x Lizzie (F!oc). Oneshot collections set before Here We Go Again. Set spanning childhood to before 2013.
Word Count: 7.8k+
Here We Go Again [Ao3] (Complete)
Andrew "Pope" Cody x Lizzie (F!oc). It's been a month since the breakup, too bad that the Cody family never seems to let people go. Lizzie just wants to move on but it never works out that way.
Exes to lovers
This is a part 1 of 2 series.
Word Count: 50.1k
It's Not Over [Ao3] (Ongoing: 9/60)
Andrew "Pope" Cody x Lizzie (Foc). It's been four years since Andrew went to jail. Lizzie's had to navigate the world of being a single mother, waiting for him to get out. When she finds out that Julia has died, she returns to Oceanside to honour her friends death. Taking place across the show timeline.
Exes to lovers, kidfic
Word count: 12.5k+
It's Not Over Collection [Ao3] (First coming out August 23)
Andrew "Pope" Cody x Lizzie (Foc). Oneshot collection set during and after It's Not Over. Will contain spoilers for series
Word Count: ?
Chicago PD
Enthralled [Ao3] (coming out August 20)
Charlie Reid x Mackenzie.Voight's daughter, Mackenzie, just found out her boyfriend cheated on her. Going to the bar to get drunk and have fun when she meets an older man who looks like the perfect way to feel better. Oneshot
18+, MDNI
Word Count: ?
Safe & Secure collection [Ao3] (Complete)
Charlie Reid x Andrea (Foc). Andrea wanted a new life, a new beginning. Finding herself as a new secretary for Deputy Chief Charlie Reid, she catches his eye for better or worse.
boss/employee, workplace romance
This is a part 1 of 2 series.
Word Count: 18.6k
To Have and To Hold Collection [Ao3] (Ongoing: 14/15)
Charlie Reid x Andrea (Foc). Charlie wants to convince Andrea into marriage and he will do that in any way possible.
Established relationship, boss/emloyee, workplace romance
This is a part 2 of 2 series. Sequel to Safe and Secure but can be read as stand alone series.
Word Count: 24.1k+
ER
I Want You To Know [Ao3] (Complete)
John Carter x Laura (F!oc). Laura absolutely did not have a crush on her good friend John. So what if she loved to hear his laugh or see his smile? So what if he called her almost daily and was willing to tutor her? She's a med student glad to have found someone willing to help her who had hands on experience.
Friends to Lovers. Coworkers to lovers
Word Count: 22.5k
I Want You To Know Collection [Ao3] (Next coming out August 18)
John Carter x Laura (Foc). Exploring their life together before and after the series. Oneshot collection.
Word Count: 2k+
Fire Country
Kiss Me Again Collection [Ao3] (Next coming out August 11)
Brett Richards X Amanda (Foc). Oneshot collection. Spoilers for upcoming series "Kiss Me Again". Following the relationship of Brett and Amanda as they navigate life as firefighters.
Coworkers to lovers, one night stand to lovers.
Word Count: 1.1k+
Leverage
Longing [Ao3] (Coming out August 21)
Eliot Spencer x Lori (Foc). Eliot promised a comrade he'd look after his wife as he lay dying. They find comfort in each other. Oneshot
18+, MDNI
Word Count: ?
Vacation [Ao3] (Coming out August 22)
Harry Wilson x Kathleen (Foc). Spoilers for upcoming series, "Enchanted". She's on a vacation away from the Leverage team. Too bad they had other ideas. Oneshot
Word Count: ?
The Pitt
Crush Collection [Ao3] (Next coming out August 29)
John Shen x Kayla (Foc). Kayla has worked at Dunkin' to help fund her schooling. Everything is fine when she finds out that the crush on her regular customer becomes a crush on her attending.
Word Count: 2.5k+
Feels Right [Ao3] (Ongoing: 13/36)
Michael Robinavitch X Sydney (Foc). They've worked with each other for years. So after Pittfest she figures why not try the hospital bicycle? Starting a fwb that develops accidentally into more. Too bad he's got a 7 week limit and they're both bad at being casual.
Friends to lovers. Coworker to lovers. Friends with Benefits to Lovers.
Word Count: 21k+
If the Bones are Good [Ao3] (Complete)
Jack Abbot x Amber (F!oc). Amber just wants to finish her practicum at PTMC, be done and have a career she put off for years. Her dysfunctional family is not helping her trying to achieve her goal. But, everything feels a bit lighter when she meets Jack Abbot.
Coworkers to lovers
Word Count: 45.5k
Lasting Lover [Ao3] (Ongoing: 13/35)
Brendon Park x Samantha (Foc). After a long term relationship that ended up in a painful breakup, she left Pittsburgh for years. But she misses home so she returns as an ED attending at PTMC.
Exes to lovers, coworkers to lovers
Word Count: 16.4k+
Onto Something [Ao3] (Complete)
Michael Robinavitch x Alexis (F!oc). Alexis is a paramedic who had a bad day on the job. Meeting Dr Robinavitch while as a patient did help a little, at least
Word Count: 38k
Spot in the Dark [Ao3] (Next coming out August 24)
Jack Abbot x Olivia (F!oc). A series of one shots. A collection of oneshots through the years of Olivia's Residency to attending as she and Jack fall in love.
Coworkers to lovers, Mentor/mentee
Word Count: 30.4k+
Stay with me Collection [Ao3] (Complete)
Michael Robinavitch x Leah (Foc). A collection of oneshots.
Established relationship. Coworkers and lovers. Mentor/Mentee. Leah is a resident at PTMC.
Word Count: 5.5k
We Found Love Collection [Ao3] (Next coming out August 26)
Rabbot x Lindsey (Foc). one shot collection. Spoilers for upcoming series, "We Found Love". Lindsey becomes a Trauma Surgeon at PTMC, starting a polyamorous relationship with the Emergency Department Attendings.
coworkers to lovers, Polyamory, Angst, Fluff, Married Rabbot
Word Count: 4.6k+
What Doesn't Kill You [Ao3] (Ongoing: 9/40)
Jack Abbot x Allison (Foc). Allison had gone to the ED for a simple blood test; she hadn't expected to meet Dr. Jack Abbot in the process, who seemed to make everything feel better. Finding as they recognized something in each other that couldn't be explained, both of them trying to navigate what being alive means.
sickfic, coworkers to lovers
Word Count: 22.7k+
Ready Or Not
If Looks Could Kill [Ao3] (Ongoing: 14/15)
Titus Danforth x Morrigan (Foc). When a lower house pleases Mr. Le Bail, he arranges a marriage for the daughter of the family into the Danforths. With a stipulation that neither family can be harmed before the wedding, it begins a game between the betrothed.
Word Count: 18.4k+
If Looks Could Kill Collection [Ao3] (Next coming out August 30)
Titus Danforth x Morrigan (Foc). Set during and after If Looks Could Kill series. Continuing to explore their relationship after series events.
Word Count: 830+
Southland
Protect and Serve [Ao3] (Starting August 17, 0/10)
Sammy Bryant x Amy (F!oc). Amy becomes a character witness against her sister's husband. She meets Detective Bryant through the case, they slowly fall in love as tension and danger rises.
Word Count: ?
Protect and Serve Collection [Ao3] (Next coming out August 28)
Sammy Bryant x Amy (F!oc). Amy is a masters student whose fallen in love with a detective with his own difficulties.
Word Count: 6.7k+
need to feel his nose against my [redacted] and then i wanna rub it in my [censured] so i can [inaudible] on his [sound of glass chattering] and then i will [ships horn]
Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Foc (Sydney)
[Ao3], Masterlist, Series Masterlist, First Chapter, Prev
Warnings: 18+, piv, oral (m receiving)
Summary: Robby doesn't like touch so Sydney plays a game
Word Count: 1.2k
Sydney just wanted to get through the day, be done, and spend the night curled up relaxing. She moved across the floor toward the central hub, ready to update Dana on one of the patients, when she found Robby there. He was leaning over a desk in front of Santos. Not unusual; he seemed fond of the resident. Santos, for her part, was typing away, giving a shake of her head at something Robby had said.
"Not everyone likes touch," Robby said as if it was a fact of life. Sydney paused as she came close, her confusion evident.
"What did I walk into?" she asked, giving Robby raised eyebrows as he turned to look at her. She came to a stop beside him as she waited for the answer.
"Robby doesn't like touch," Santos replied with a deadpan tone. She kept typing, harder than necessary. "What else is new?"
"What does that mean?" Robby shot back. Sydney, for her part, watched in fascination as Robby's face went slightly red.
"It means," Santos said with a sigh. She logged off the computer and pushed herself away from the desk to stand up. "Your damage is predictable." With that, Santos grabbed a tablet and said which room she was taking before she left, leaving Robby and Sydney there together.
"What do you mean you don't like touch?" Sydney asked quietly beside him. She loved how the redness in his face was deepening.
"I think it's self explanatory. It's not like I go around announcing it; it's not a big deal," he said defensively with a shrug. He avoided her eyes as he excused himself and moved away from her.
She had never known Robby not to like touches. Hell, it was him who was always touching her when she was in a trauma. She had always found a hand on her. And he sure as hell didn't have a problem when it came to sex.
So she decided she wanted to test it. A little experiment for herself. So every time she found herself near him, she would touch him gently to see if he would react.
She started small. She was trying to pass him in the trauma room, touching his back as she moved to get around him in the chaos. He didn't say anything, but he flashed her a quick, warm smile.
When she was relaying information to a patient, she touched his hand, and he didn't pull it away or flinch.
When she was in the break room making coffee, Robby had entered casually. Suddenly, he was behind her, reaching up to grab a coffee mug from the cupboard. Their bodies were close together, so she leaned back a little, just enough to have him feel her against him. He didn't even make a sound, but his free hand went to her hip with a gentle pat of affection.
Didn't like touch? And she was the Queen of Narnia.
In the middle of her testing touches, she watched his body language when they were together. Any time someone else would touch him, he'd startle like a scared deer. A hand would go flying, and he'd flinch. A touch on his arm, and he'd freeze.
By the end of the day, Sydney had figured out the approved people, which happened to be a very limited number of people that Robby didn't seem to mind.
Very limited.
So by the time they were leaving, she had managed to catch him in an alcove. She had moved to her toes, reaching his ear, whispering about going back to his place. His own hands had found her waist, holding her there as that familiar redness went from his ear and down. He agreed to meet her for the walk home before he reluctantly pulled away from her to go find Jack.
When they reached his place, the door was closed, and they dropped their bags and jackets; she didn't wait to move toward him.
"I know what your problem is," she said with a small taunting rhythm. She moved to wrap her arms around his middle. She looked up at him as he instantly reacted by wrapping his arms around her.
"I can't wait to hear this; I'm sure you'll tell me."
"You're touch starved," she said as her hands slipped under his sweater and his tops. Her hands stroked his back with her fingertips.
"What the hell does that mean?" he asked, slightly offended, but a subtle shudder ran through his body.
"I mean," she replied as her other hand slid under his tops to rub at his stomach before they slid down to his pants. Undoing the button and zipper slowly. His breathing got heavier. "You crave touch."
She watched his face as she dropped to her knees in front of him. Her hand ran over his cock through his underwear before she lowered his clothes just enough to free his cock. The palm of her hand rubbed against his length up and down. His face was becoming that nice shade of red.
She moved then, using her tongue to lick the underside of his cock, watching as his head flung back and a moan escaped. Her mouth found the head of his cock, sucking him into her mouth, her eyes transfixed above her. His hands went into her hair while the other went to the wall to steady himself.
Just as his hand was at the back of her head to try and drive her lower onto his length, she pulled away from him. She stood up, giving him a warm smile as she took his hand like she'd done so often before and led him to his bedroom.
She started with his sweater, then his tops. With each new piece of skin revealed, she would kiss and stroke it with her fingers as if she wanted to memorize every inch of him.
Finally, when she had him stripped, she made quick work of her own clothes before she guided him to the bed. She climbed on first, getting herself comfortable on her back before he followed, her arms calling to him.
He moved to join her, slotting himself between her legs. Moving as he wasted no time, entering her slowly as her hands went up to his face, demanding his eyes remain on hers. Each thrust slow and deep. Neither of them wanted it to be finished. Hands and mouths exploring as their moans echoed through the room.
When she came around him, he held her waist, grinding into her as her body convulsed under him. He wasn't too long after, whispers of dirty praise and affection as he came, his mouth finding hers as he filled her.
Neither of them moved right away, panting as they kissed, as hands traced each other's skin.
It wasn't until they'd cleaned up and bed routines were done, both choosing to remain naked as they crawled into bed, their bodies flush against each other. Her head on his chest as hands continued to explore his skin while his fingertips traced her back.
"I just don't like it when people I don't know well touch me," he said quietly in the dark, breaking the steady silence.
Sydney gave a hum of acknowledgment. "It's ok," she replied, giving him a smile as she kissed his chest right below where his Magen David pendant rested. "I don't mind, as long as I get to," she teased as she nipped the area, making him chuckle as his hand went into her hair.
slamming yourself down on robby’s cock when he hits you with a broken and wrecked, “w-we shouldn’t be doing t-this.” when you hook up in a back room at jack’s housewarming party.
“well, stop me then, cap,” you purr into his ear, running your tongue along the curve of it. finishing with a wet kiss to his jaw that makes him shudder.
he was right, you shouldn’t be doing this. as a first year resident robby was very much your boss and very much off the table as far as sexual partners in the workplace goes. but you’d had your eye on him since your first day and he’d been giving you looks all night. you knew he wanted this as much as you did.
“n-no, feels too good. fuck— your pussy’s so tight, baby,” he groans as he throws his face into your neck. you can feel that signature blush of his cheeks searing your damp skin.
his big, weathered hands grab and paw at the plump, bouncy flesh of your ass, kneading it as you roll your hips against him, feeling every vein and ridge of his thick cock drag deliciously against your walls.
his muffled groans grow louder as you take him for all he’s worth, christening his best friends—and your other bosses—new couch in the process.
“better keep it down, hm. unless you want everyone we work with to hear how fucked you are. how much you love my tight, young pussy—no—your first year resident’s tight, young pussy.” your tone is mean and sure, robby’s cock twitches inside of you and his grip on your ass tightens exponentially.
yeah, he’s fucked.
he’s biting down on your shoulder to keep quiet as you pick up your pace. your thighs burn from the effort but it’s worth it when he slams you back down onto him, stilling you with all the energy he has left as he empties himself inside of you. muffled and broken cries fall from his lips as he fills you up with his thick load, right there on his best friends couch, with everyone you know just beyond the door.
Summary: Lizzie goes to a party looking to hook up, Andrew finds her. Pushing the issue her and Andrew have been dancing around for a long time.
Word Count: 3.6k
She had kissed Andrew. She had finally done it. Somehow it turned out worse than she had ever imagined. Maybe she thought it would have led to more. Hell, he had kissed her back at first.
But now? He avoided her like she couldn't even look at her, fully avoided her eyes. She thought the kiss had meant something and he just needed time. But time seemed to come and go. They only crossed paths when she was hanging out somewhere with Craig or Deran, and even then he would turn away like she didn't exist.
It hurt. She hadn't set foot in the Codys' house in a week.
Eventually, she had made the decision. She hadn't even told him about her graduation party on the beach. She hadn't shown off the new bikini she had picked, purposely to leave little to the imagination. The type of bikini used for decoration and sun tanning more than function. The shorts barely covered her ass.
If Andrew wasn't interested, someone else had to be. She was done waiting for Andrew.
She had gone down to the beach party, nursing the drink in her hand as she tried to be present with the conversation around the fire pits. In truth, she regretted the bikini the minute the party started. She was cold as fuck.
She tried to engage in conversation without feeling awkward, but her mind kept wandering to stupid daydreams she'd tried to avoid for the past week. All she could imagine was Andrew there, instantly making her wear his shirt to cover her up. He would shake his head in annoyance, avoid looking at her breasts, and direct her inside, muttering about hypothermia.
If only. But he wasn't here, and he didn't care. She had to accept that.
"Hey," she heard a voice behind her. Liam. He was a cute guy; she'd eyed him a few times. She also knew he hadn't known she existed the entire time they'd been in school together.
"Hi," she gave him a smile as he moved closer, drink in his hand with all the confidence of an eighteen year old who knew he was attractive to women.
"Haven't seen you around before," he said, giving her a flirty smile. Interesting, considering they'd had class together for four years. She chose to ignore that.
"Yeah, crazy," she flipped her hair back, making sure her chest was uncovered. She caught his eyes drifting down before he seemed to remember that he should drag his eyes back up to her. She took a breath, moving to grab his hand in hers. "Common," she said, taking his hand and guiding him towards one of the lounge chairs they'd set up for the party. She sat down as she dragged him to sit beside her.
It didn't take anything before he was leaning in, his hand going to her waist as their lips met. The kiss was alright, she thought, nothing to tell anyone about.
Not Andrew.
She tried to push that feeling down; she deepened the kiss, her tongue into his mouth. Giving a fake moan to hopefully convince him she was enjoying herself. She could do this. She didn't need Andrew or anyone else.
But she heard the familiar roar of a bike. Her body froze. That bike was a familiar sound that always accompanied the familiar man on it. He never let anyone touch that bike. The boy before her had moved his hand up close to her breast but seemed to be scared to fully touch her.
Lizzie pulled away as the boy moved to kiss her neck sloppily. She tried to keep her eyes shut, but the sound of the bike had stopped. She forced her eyes open to look towards the street.
Andrew was there. His fingers moved like he needed to do something. His body was stiff. She knew he could see her; she knew he was watching. The anger in his body evident.
But the resentment and frustration were still there. She pulled Liam's head back, dragging his mouth back to hers.
When she pulled away, her eyes focusing on the spot where Andrew was. Fuck, the kiss was the wrong choice. He was moving closer to them.
Fuck.
His expression was dark and angry. Fuck. This guy was kissing her jaw sloppily as she stared at Andrew moving forward. Fuck. This kid wasn't going to survive if history had anything to say about it.
She pulled away from the boy. "Sorry, I have to go."
She pushed the guy's hands off her and started to get up, moving toward Andrew.
"What?" Liam asked, stunned as he watched her get up.
"Sorry!" she shot back lamely over her shoulder. It wasn't like he was gonna remember her anyway; come tomorrow, he would find another girl to kiss or fuck. She moved out towards Andrew, who had stopped when he saw her approach. "Andrew?" She shook her head. "What are you doing here?"
He looked at her, his expression full of anger. She didn't miss the quick way his eyes flicked down to her breasts before going back up to her eyes. His jaw was tight, and his eyes narrowed. "Who the fuck is he?"
"Some guy from class," she tried to make it seem casual. But even as he looked at her, she couldn't help feeling like she was guilty.
"Some guy?" Andrew repeated, his body still like a predator ready to pounce. "You were about to fuck some guy?"
"Don't exaggerate," she huffed. "It was just kissing."
She hated that he could read her so fucking easily. Like he could see her and every thought she ever had. She shook her head before she tried to walk past him. His hand shot up and grabbed her arm as he pulled her towards him. She tried to pull away, but he wouldn't ease his grip.
"He was using you."
Lizzie rolled her eyes. "Maybe I was using him."
"You wanted to-"
"Yeah, Andrew. I wanted to, Ok?" She felt too exposed. The reality of how skummy she was being washed over her. She felt gross and horrible. And standing there with far too little clothing. She awkwardly tried to cross her arms to hide herself. She dropped her eyes to the ground. "I'm tired of waiting for you to make a move, Andrew. But I can't live like that; I’m eighteen! I want a life."
"What-" She looked back up, finding as he looked confusion as he stared at her.
"I think you want me," she said, biting her lip as she tried to ignore the nerves she was feeling. "But it means nothing if you won't actually do anything about it."
He stood there, lost for words. If she were in a better mood or the topic had been different, she would have teased him about it. She would have touched his arm, kissed his cheek, and said, 'Don't worry about it.' But she couldn't. Not when he looked like he wanted to kiss her but was still holding himself back.
She waited for a few seconds as they stood there looking at each other. She was trying to give him time to work through whatever he was thinking, but the more she stood there, the colder she got. The cold was setting in, and if she wasn't going to be kissed or more, she might as well go to damn bed.
"Are you driving me home?" she asked as she moved towards the familiar bike. She watched as his jaw clenched. He reached for the hem of his hoodie and pulled it off, revealing the black T-shirt underneath. He moved closer, and she accepted his help as he helped her slip the sweater over her head.
He moved to climb onto the bike, grabbed the helmet, and held it out for her. She took it, sliding it over her head before she climbed behind him. She wrapped her arms around his body to hold on as he kicked to start.
The wind whipped around them as he sped them through the streets. She moved forward and let her helmet covered forehead rest on his back. She felt the movement of his muscles as he controlled the bike.
It wasn't long before they arrived at the Cody house. She barely waited until they were parked before she climbed off, removed the helmet, and all but threw it in his direction. He caught it as she turned on her heel and headed towards the house.
"Lizzie!" he called as he moved quickly behind her, following her through the pool area. "Lizzie fucking talk to me." She shook her head. She was tired; she just wanted to fucking sleep and forget all about all of this for a little bit. She moved, getting to Baz's room before she turned and shut the door quickly. She locked it before Andrew could get there.
"Lizzie," he banged on the door.
"Go away!"
"Lizzie!"
"I said go away, Andrew!" she called back. She shook her head. She just wanted to fucking cry as the feeling of humiliation and rejection rolled into one. She wanted him to just go away and leave her. She had gotten his message.
"Lizzie," his voice was quieter; she almost missed it, and she would have if she hadn't been so close to the door. She heard a thump against the door. "I-" he stopped himself, another thump against the door. His voice was so low she had to move closer. "I do want you."
She froze, standing there confused. She was in his damn hoodie, listening to him confess after so long of denial about anything between them. But what was she to do about that? What did wanting her mean in Andrew's terms?
She moved away from the door, hitting the lamp on as she lay down on the bed. But she lay there staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. She hated Baz's room. She would rather be curled up with Andrew in his arms where things felt safe.
She needed to know. What did he mean when he said he wanted her? This would be the last time, she swore to herself. She needed it to be something, but if it wasn't, she needed to know.
Fuck it.
She pulled every ounce of courage she had left, pushing aside the deep feelings of humiliation and rejection before she could tell herself no. She got up and quietly exited her room. Andrew had left, who knows how long ago. She debated cutting through the vestibule, but Smurf would be too close.
She took the long way around through the hall. She got to his door and knocked lightly. When no sound came, she opened the door and poked her head into his room. He was lying there on the bed, staring at the ceiling just like she had been.
She bit her lip as she waited for a moment to see if he would acknowledge her. When he didn't say anything, she sighed. "I hate sleeping in Baz's room," she said quietly. A moment passed before she saw him nod, so she took it as a sign and entered. She closed the door quietly and slowly.
The nerves bubbled under her skin as he didn't move from the bed, but he watched her every move. She faced him at the foot of the bed. Her hands shook as she moved to the hem of his hoodie, lifting it off of her and folding it before she moved to place it on the top of his dresser before she turned to face him. She popped the button on her shorts and pushed them down her legs, then folded them and placed them on top of his dresser too. Aware that the bikini bottoms barely covered her ass.
She moved slowly as she climbed onto the bed, and she lay beside him on her side to face him. Her hand tentatively touched his chest, rubbing him through his shirt.
"Andrew?" she whispered lightly. "I'd like a kiss; it's ok if you don't want to, though. You can tell me no."
"I want to," he replied as he turned his head, his eyes going wide as she shuffled closer. She moved his arm under her head to rest her head on his bicep. He closed the distance, the kisses slow and savouring as his hand went to the back of her head, tangling in her hair, holding her to him.
Lizzie didn't know how long they stayed like that. Lost to sensation as his free hand went to feel her exposed skin.
But she needed more.
She moved slowly as they kissed so that her leg was thrown over him. She pulled away from the kiss as she sat up, sitting on top of him. Her hands were on his chest to steady herself.
"Lizzie, we don't have to-"
"I know," she whispered. "I want to," she tentatively moved her hips, grinding against him, causing both of them to moan. She could feel him hardening beneath her, sending a thrill through her body. "I want to feel you against me," she rolled her hips again, making her shudder. She felt so fucking good. "You feel it too, right?" she whispered, bending down to catch his lips with hers as she rolled again.
"Yeah," his voice a whimper, barely above a whisper as he kissed her back.
But she needed more. She wanted more. Everything she had been feeling about him crashing into her. She sat back up, staring into his eyes as her hands left his chest to pull at the ties of her bikini top, tossing the material to the floor. She sat there as her breathing got heavier as she rolled her hips against his as he stared at her, his eyes dropping down to her breasts before going back to her eyes.
Her hands went to the hem of his T-shirt. She pushed it up his chest until they were working together to take it off him. Her hands ran over his bare chest, her nails scratching just lightly enough to cause him to shudder beneath her. Her hands traced his arms, finding his hands and grasping them. She brought them to her waist, feeling his solid grip there before guiding them up to her body to her breasts. He didn't need more urging as he massaged her breasts before he pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers as he looked up at her in awe. Her hips continued to roll against him.
Finally, she clasped one of the hands and guided it back down her body. She maintained eye contact as she directed his hand past the waistline of her bikini bottoms, guiding him to find her clit with the pads of his fingers.
"Rub," she said, biting her lip to try and be quiet as he began circling her clit and explored her slit. A moan escaped her as she tried to enhance the friction. "More, Andrew, I need more," she whispered. Andrew didn't wait; his middle finger dipped lower, traced her slit one last time before he was sinking his middle finger into her.
Everything about Andrew was thick. Fuck. It hadn't occurred to her that Andrew's fingers were thicker than hers. It made a difference. He watched her like she was the only thing he ever wanted to see. Her hips ground down as he moved his finger, fucking in and out of her, as his thumb found her clit.
Their breathing was heavy as he inserted another finger into her. Stretching her deliciously as he worked her open.
It didn't take long. She felt her body clench impossibly tight around his fingers. Sensation ran through her. She bent, bowed forward, her hands on his chest as he continued; she claimed his mouth as she moaned into him as her orgasm rolled through her.
He pulled his fingers out of her; his fingers glistened with her wetness. Lizzie chuckled as his mouth found any skin he could find, placing sweet, loving kisses.
"I heard people lick them clean," she chuckled low into his ear. Her forehead rested against his temple. "Do you wanna do it?"
She waited for an answer, but he seemed stuck, like he wasn't sure what to do. So she moved, grabbed his wrist, and brought the fingers toward her without breaking eye contact, and drew them into her mouth. Licking and sucking his fingers deep into her mouth, tasting herself on his skin. A deep moan escaped him, causing her to use her free hand to cover his mouth, smiling around his fingers.
"S-sorry," he whispered under her hand as she pulled his fingers from her. She leaned down, replacing her hand with her mouth, kissing him deeply.
"Don't be sorry," she whispered against his lips. "I like to hear you; it's just we don't want to wake the house," she said with a small smile.
She moved away and climbed off the bed, even as he protested, which made her laugh. She moved as her hands began pulling his shoes off of him with a shake of her head.
"Shoes on the bed, Andrew?" she tsked playfully. "Disgusting, for a man so scared of germs," she teased as she got his shoes and socks off. She moved to undo his pants; they worked together to remove his pants and underwear from his legs.
She paused for a moment, staring at his body, his cock there, thick like the rest of his body. Her hands found his thighs to trace her nails over them as she tried to ease her nerves that were taking over.
He looked at her for a moment, confused. His hand moved to beckon her back to him silently. She nodded, mostly to herself as she moved to climb back onto the bed beside him. His hands went to her bikini bottoms, as he played with the string ties at her hips.
"Are you sure?" he whispered.
"Yeah," she nodded, "I'm just nervous," she whispered.
He nodded as he looked at her, his eyes wide and innocent. "I'm gonna take care of you, Lizzie," he whispered before he turned and reached into his nightstand, grabbing a condom. She watched him rip the package and roll it onto himself. But then his hands went to the string at her waist.
She nodded her head as she watched, like it was in slow motion, as he pulled the strings. He dragged the material away from her and tossed it to join the top on the floor.
He guided her to lie down slowly with her head on the pillow. He spread her legs as he moved over her. His hand was on the bed for leverage above her as the other moved to his cock, dragging himself through her slit before lining himself up at her entrance.
"I'll go slow," he whispered, "Whatever you need."
She nodded and focused on his face. He pushed the tip in, causing her breath to hitch at the stretch, her body already clenched. Breathing heavy as he tried to control himself as he continued to work himself into her. Slow and controlled. Her body shuddering as she tried to accommodate the stretch.
"Fuck," she whispered, the pressure unfamiliar. Her walls clenching him. Her hands going to his neck and shoulders, gripping him.
"Ok?"
"Yeah, I'm just- it feels -" she shook her head as her body shuddered. He waited above her, still. "Different. Full."
He nodded as he moved to kiss her, rougher than any kiss he'd allowed between them. His restraint was leaving him. His hands went to her thighs, alternating to lift her legs around his waist. His body worked further into her. Finally, he remained still as he continued to wait for her, her body working to adjust. His head dropped beside her.
"Can I move?" he whispered into her ear. "You ok?"
He waited a moment before she finally nodded. His body began to move. Slow and deep. Every push caused the bed to thump. Their moans filled the room as he picked a rhythm. His body against her, rubbing her as their hips collided.
Her hands felt his skin, exploring him under her fingers. They both tried to stay quiet. She could feel her orgasm rising.
"Andrew," her nails dug into his body as her body shook. A cry almost escaped her as his mouth covered hers to cover the sound as she moaned loudly, her body clamping down hard on his cock. Her body arched, her breasts against his chest as he thrust into her, riding her through it.
His breathing became shallow as he continued his thrusts, becoming erratic as his own release hit, as her hands grasped his face, holding his lips to hers as he moaned loudly against her.
Andrew collapsed over her, his face buried into the crook of her neck. His arms adjusted, wrapping around her body.
She wasn't sure how long they lay there, clinging to each other.
"Andrew?" she whispered in his ear after moments had passed. Her breath shook. She suddenly felt vulnerable. "This means something to me."
He raised his head to look at her, confused, but whatever he saw in her face made him soften. His eyes were wide and honest as his hand came up to push her hair from her sweaty forehead. "Me too." he looked at her with so much earnestness and love that her chest tightened. "You're mine, and I'm yours."
Lizzie nodded quickly, ignoring the tears starting to form. "Yeah," she whispered weakly. "You're mine, and I'm yours."
Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Foc (Sydney)
[Ao3], Masterlist, Series Masterlist, First Chapter, Prev
Warnings: 18+, piv, oral (m receiving)
Summary: Robby doesn't like touch so Sydney plays a game
Word Count: 1.2k
Sydney just wanted to get through the day, be done, and spend the night curled up relaxing. She moved across the floor toward the central hub, ready to update Dana on one of the patients, when she found Robby there. He was leaning over a desk in front of Santos. Not unusual; he seemed fond of the resident. Santos, for her part, was typing away, giving a shake of her head at something Robby had said.
"Not everyone likes touch," Robby said as if it was a fact of life. Sydney paused as she came close, her confusion evident.
"What did I walk into?" she asked, giving Robby raised eyebrows as he turned to look at her. She came to a stop beside him as she waited for the answer.
"Robby doesn't like touch," Santos replied with a deadpan tone. She kept typing, harder than necessary. "What else is new?"
"What does that mean?" Robby shot back. Sydney, for her part, watched in fascination as Robby's face went slightly red.
"It means," Santos said with a sigh. She logged off the computer and pushed herself away from the desk to stand up. "Your damage is predictable." With that, Santos grabbed a tablet and said which room she was taking before she left, leaving Robby and Sydney there together.
"What do you mean you don't like touch?" Sydney asked quietly beside him. She loved how the redness in his face was deepening.
"I think it's self explanatory. It's not like I go around announcing it; it's not a big deal," he said defensively with a shrug. He avoided her eyes as he excused himself and moved away from her.
She had never known Robby not to like touches. Hell, it was him who was always touching her when she was in a trauma. She had always found a hand on her. And he sure as hell didn't have a problem when it came to sex.
So she decided she wanted to test it. A little experiment for herself. So every time she found herself near him, she would touch him gently to see if he would react.
She started small. She was trying to pass him in the trauma room, touching his back as she moved to get around him in the chaos. He didn't say anything, but he flashed her a quick, warm smile.
When she was relaying information to a patient, she touched his hand, and he didn't pull it away or flinch.
When she was in the break room making coffee, Robby had entered casually. Suddenly, he was behind her, reaching up to grab a coffee mug from the cupboard. Their bodies were close together, so she leaned back a little, just enough to have him feel her against him. He didn't even make a sound, but his free hand went to her hip with a gentle pat of affection.
Didn't like touch? And she was the Queen of Narnia.
In the middle of her testing touches, she watched his body language when they were together. Any time someone else would touch him, he'd startle like a scared deer. A hand would go flying, and he'd flinch. A touch on his arm, and he'd freeze.
By the end of the day, Sydney had figured out the approved people, which happened to be a very limited number of people that Robby didn't seem to mind.
Very limited.
So by the time they were leaving, she had managed to catch him in an alcove. She had moved to her toes, reaching his ear, whispering about going back to his place. His own hands had found her waist, holding her there as that familiar redness went from his ear and down. He agreed to meet her for the walk home before he reluctantly pulled away from her to go find Jack.
When they reached his place, the door was closed, and they dropped their bags and jackets; she didn't wait to move toward him.
"I know what your problem is," she said with a small taunting rhythm. She moved to wrap her arms around his middle. She looked up at him as he instantly reacted by wrapping his arms around her.
"I can't wait to hear this; I'm sure you'll tell me."
"You're touch starved," she said as her hands slipped under his sweater and his tops. Her hands stroked his back with her fingertips.
"What the hell does that mean?" he asked, slightly offended, but a subtle shudder ran through his body.
"I mean," she replied as her other hand slid under his tops to rub at his stomach before they slid down to his pants. Undoing the button and zipper slowly. His breathing got heavier. "You crave touch."
She watched his face as she dropped to her knees in front of him. Her hand ran over his cock through his underwear before she lowered his clothes just enough to free his cock. The palm of her hand rubbed against his length up and down. His face was becoming that nice shade of red.
She moved then, using her tongue to lick the underside of his cock, watching as his head flung back and a moan escaped. Her mouth found the head of his cock, sucking him into her mouth, her eyes transfixed above her. His hands went into her hair while the other went to the wall to steady himself.
Just as his hand was at the back of her head to try and drive her lower onto his length, she pulled away from him. She stood up, giving him a warm smile as she took his hand like she'd done so often before and led him to his bedroom.
She started with his sweater, then his tops. With each new piece of skin revealed, she would kiss and stroke it with her fingers as if she wanted to memorize every inch of him.
Finally, when she had him stripped, she made quick work of her own clothes before she guided him to the bed. She climbed on first, getting herself comfortable on her back before he followed, her arms calling to him.
He moved to join her, slotting himself between her legs. Moving as he wasted no time, entering her slowly as her hands went up to his face, demanding his eyes remain on hers. Each thrust slow and deep. Neither of them wanted it to be finished. Hands and mouths exploring as their moans echoed through the room.
When she came around him, he held her waist, grinding into her as her body convulsed under him. He wasn't too long after, whispers of dirty praise and affection as he came, his mouth finding hers as he filled her.
Neither of them moved right away, panting as they kissed, as hands traced each other's skin.
It wasn't until they'd cleaned up and bed routines were done, both choosing to remain naked as they crawled into bed, their bodies flush against each other. Her head on his chest as hands continued to explore his skin while his fingertips traced her back.
"I just don't like it when people I don't know well touch me," he said quietly in the dark, breaking the steady silence.
Sydney gave a hum of acknowledgment. "It's ok," she replied, giving him a smile as she kissed his chest right below where his Magen David pendant rested. "I don't mind, as long as I get to," she teased as she nipped the area, making him chuckle as his hand went into her hair.
I’m thinking Jack loves your mouth and boobs, and Robby loves to bury his face between your legs.
It’s the perfect set up, really.
Imagine after a long and exhausting day, you’ve just come out of the shower, hair dripping wet, skin is wet but smooth thanks to your shower oil, you throw your towel to the floor and collapse on top of the sheets.
It’s like they heard you move.
Jack’s the first one to come in, he doesn’t say anything. Instead he moves your body so you’re facing him. He makes out with you, whilst one hand is playing with your nipples. Then Robby joins. And he’s so excited about playing with you. He crawls on the bed, spreading your thighs only a tiny bit, so he can slot his face right between them. He sucks on your clit, like he’s sucking on an ice cream on a hot summers day. Jack loves it when you moan in his mouth. That only motivates to kiss you harder. Then he starts sucking on your nipples. You’re now a double sided ice cream on a hot summers day. The boys love it when you moan loud, giving them just the motivation to go harder. They let you move and fidget under their hands and lips. Usually they don’t let you move from the position they have you locked in. But today, they’re being nice. Jack moves back to your lips. He fucking love your lips — they’re now wet, red and swollen. When you start to cry with pleasure, he wipes them away. Once they feel you come, they both slow down, respecting how sensitive you get. But they don’t stop. Jack hands you some water, giving you time to recover — it’s more like two seconds. Robby comes from behind you. “Ready baby?” He whispers. “Please” you give him such polite permission. He lifts one leg up, pushing himself in. When you gasp at the stretch, Jack finds your mouth again. This time, Jack’s fingers move away from your boobs. Down to the clit. What about Robby’s fingers? They’re on your boobs. They can’t let them be lonely now, can they? You moan and cry and sometimes scream, and you’re in desperate need for another shower, to wash off the mess they made.
Summary: Lizzie goes to a party looking to hook up, Andrew finds her. Pushing the issue her and Andrew have been dancing around for a long time.
Word Count: 3.6k
She had kissed Andrew. She had finally done it. Somehow it turned out worse than she had ever imagined. Maybe she thought it would have led to more. Hell, he had kissed her back at first.
But now? He avoided her like she couldn't even look at her, fully avoided her eyes. She thought the kiss had meant something and he just needed time. But time seemed to come and go. They only crossed paths when she was hanging out somewhere with Craig or Deran, and even then he would turn away like she didn't exist.
It hurt. She hadn't set foot in the Codys' house in a week.
Eventually, she had made the decision. She hadn't even told him about her graduation party on the beach. She hadn't shown off the new bikini she had picked, purposely to leave little to the imagination. The type of bikini used for decoration and sun tanning more than function. The shorts barely covered her ass.
If Andrew wasn't interested, someone else had to be. She was done waiting for Andrew.
She had gone down to the beach party, nursing the drink in her hand as she tried to be present with the conversation around the fire pits. In truth, she regretted the bikini the minute the party started. She was cold as fuck.
She tried to engage in conversation without feeling awkward, but her mind kept wandering to stupid daydreams she'd tried to avoid for the past week. All she could imagine was Andrew there, instantly making her wear his shirt to cover her up. He would shake his head in annoyance, avoid looking at her breasts, and direct her inside, muttering about hypothermia.
If only. But he wasn't here, and he didn't care. She had to accept that.
"Hey," she heard a voice behind her. Liam. He was a cute guy; she'd eyed him a few times. She also knew he hadn't known she existed the entire time they'd been in school together.
"Hi," she gave him a smile as he moved closer, drink in his hand with all the confidence of an eighteen year old who knew he was attractive to women.
"Haven't seen you around before," he said, giving her a flirty smile. Interesting, considering they'd had class together for four years. She chose to ignore that.
"Yeah, crazy," she flipped her hair back, making sure her chest was uncovered. She caught his eyes drifting down before he seemed to remember that he should drag his eyes back up to her. She took a breath, moving to grab his hand in hers. "Common," she said, taking his hand and guiding him towards one of the lounge chairs they'd set up for the party. She sat down as she dragged him to sit beside her.
It didn't take anything before he was leaning in, his hand going to her waist as their lips met. The kiss was alright, she thought, nothing to tell anyone about.
Not Andrew.
She tried to push that feeling down; she deepened the kiss, her tongue into his mouth. Giving a fake moan to hopefully convince him she was enjoying herself. She could do this. She didn't need Andrew or anyone else.
But she heard the familiar roar of a bike. Her body froze. That bike was a familiar sound that always accompanied the familiar man on it. He never let anyone touch that bike. The boy before her had moved his hand up close to her breast but seemed to be scared to fully touch her.
Lizzie pulled away as the boy moved to kiss her neck sloppily. She tried to keep her eyes shut, but the sound of the bike had stopped. She forced her eyes open to look towards the street.
Andrew was there. His fingers moved like he needed to do something. His body was stiff. She knew he could see her; she knew he was watching. The anger in his body evident.
But the resentment and frustration were still there. She pulled Liam's head back, dragging his mouth back to hers.
When she pulled away, her eyes focusing on the spot where Andrew was. Fuck, the kiss was the wrong choice. He was moving closer to them.
Fuck.
His expression was dark and angry. Fuck. This guy was kissing her jaw sloppily as she stared at Andrew moving forward. Fuck. This kid wasn't going to survive if history had anything to say about it.
She pulled away from the boy. "Sorry, I have to go."
She pushed the guy's hands off her and started to get up, moving toward Andrew.
"What?" Liam asked, stunned as he watched her get up.
"Sorry!" she shot back lamely over her shoulder. It wasn't like he was gonna remember her anyway; come tomorrow, he would find another girl to kiss or fuck. She moved out towards Andrew, who had stopped when he saw her approach. "Andrew?" She shook her head. "What are you doing here?"
He looked at her, his expression full of anger. She didn't miss the quick way his eyes flicked down to her breasts before going back up to her eyes. His jaw was tight, and his eyes narrowed. "Who the fuck is he?"
"Some guy from class," she tried to make it seem casual. But even as he looked at her, she couldn't help feeling like she was guilty.
"Some guy?" Andrew repeated, his body still like a predator ready to pounce. "You were about to fuck some guy?"
"Don't exaggerate," she huffed. "It was just kissing."
She hated that he could read her so fucking easily. Like he could see her and every thought she ever had. She shook her head before she tried to walk past him. His hand shot up and grabbed her arm as he pulled her towards him. She tried to pull away, but he wouldn't ease his grip.
"He was using you."
Lizzie rolled her eyes. "Maybe I was using him."
"You wanted to-"
"Yeah, Andrew. I wanted to, Ok?" She felt too exposed. The reality of how skummy she was being washed over her. She felt gross and horrible. And standing there with far too little clothing. She awkwardly tried to cross her arms to hide herself. She dropped her eyes to the ground. "I'm tired of waiting for you to make a move, Andrew. But I can't live like that; I’m eighteen! I want a life."
"What-" She looked back up, finding as he looked confusion as he stared at her.
"I think you want me," she said, biting her lip as she tried to ignore the nerves she was feeling. "But it means nothing if you won't actually do anything about it."
He stood there, lost for words. If she were in a better mood or the topic had been different, she would have teased him about it. She would have touched his arm, kissed his cheek, and said, 'Don't worry about it.' But she couldn't. Not when he looked like he wanted to kiss her but was still holding himself back.
She waited for a few seconds as they stood there looking at each other. She was trying to give him time to work through whatever he was thinking, but the more she stood there, the colder she got. The cold was setting in, and if she wasn't going to be kissed or more, she might as well go to damn bed.
"Are you driving me home?" she asked as she moved towards the familiar bike. She watched as his jaw clenched. He reached for the hem of his hoodie and pulled it off, revealing the black T-shirt underneath. He moved closer, and she accepted his help as he helped her slip the sweater over her head.
He moved to climb onto the bike, grabbed the helmet, and held it out for her. She took it, sliding it over her head before she climbed behind him. She wrapped her arms around his body to hold on as he kicked to start.
The wind whipped around them as he sped them through the streets. She moved forward and let her helmet covered forehead rest on his back. She felt the movement of his muscles as he controlled the bike.
It wasn't long before they arrived at the Cody house. She barely waited until they were parked before she climbed off, removed the helmet, and all but threw it in his direction. He caught it as she turned on her heel and headed towards the house.
"Lizzie!" he called as he moved quickly behind her, following her through the pool area. "Lizzie fucking talk to me." She shook her head. She was tired; she just wanted to fucking sleep and forget all about all of this for a little bit. She moved, getting to Baz's room before she turned and shut the door quickly. She locked it before Andrew could get there.
"Lizzie," he banged on the door.
"Go away!"
"Lizzie!"
"I said go away, Andrew!" she called back. She shook her head. She just wanted to fucking cry as the feeling of humiliation and rejection rolled into one. She wanted him to just go away and leave her. She had gotten his message.
"Lizzie," his voice was quieter; she almost missed it, and she would have if she hadn't been so close to the door. She heard a thump against the door. "I-" he stopped himself, another thump against the door. His voice was so low she had to move closer. "I do want you."
She froze, standing there confused. She was in his damn hoodie, listening to him confess after so long of denial about anything between them. But what was she to do about that? What did wanting her mean in Andrew's terms?
She moved away from the door, hitting the lamp on as she lay down on the bed. But she lay there staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. She hated Baz's room. She would rather be curled up with Andrew in his arms where things felt safe.
She needed to know. What did he mean when he said he wanted her? This would be the last time, she swore to herself. She needed it to be something, but if it wasn't, she needed to know.
Fuck it.
She pulled every ounce of courage she had left, pushing aside the deep feelings of humiliation and rejection before she could tell herself no. She got up and quietly exited her room. Andrew had left, who knows how long ago. She debated cutting through the vestibule, but Smurf would be too close.
She took the long way around through the hall. She got to his door and knocked lightly. When no sound came, she opened the door and poked her head into his room. He was lying there on the bed, staring at the ceiling just like she had been.
She bit her lip as she waited for a moment to see if he would acknowledge her. When he didn't say anything, she sighed. "I hate sleeping in Baz's room," she said quietly. A moment passed before she saw him nod, so she took it as a sign and entered. She closed the door quietly and slowly.
The nerves bubbled under her skin as he didn't move from the bed, but he watched her every move. She faced him at the foot of the bed. Her hands shook as she moved to the hem of his hoodie, lifting it off of her and folding it before she moved to place it on the top of his dresser before she turned to face him. She popped the button on her shorts and pushed them down her legs, then folded them and placed them on top of his dresser too. Aware that the bikini bottoms barely covered her ass.
She moved slowly as she climbed onto the bed, and she lay beside him on her side to face him. Her hand tentatively touched his chest, rubbing him through his shirt.
"Andrew?" she whispered lightly. "I'd like a kiss; it's ok if you don't want to, though. You can tell me no."
"I want to," he replied as he turned his head, his eyes going wide as she shuffled closer. She moved his arm under her head to rest her head on his bicep. He closed the distance, the kisses slow and savouring as his hand went to the back of her head, tangling in her hair, holding her to him.
Lizzie didn't know how long they stayed like that. Lost to sensation as his free hand went to feel her exposed skin.
But she needed more.
She moved slowly as they kissed so that her leg was thrown over him. She pulled away from the kiss as she sat up, sitting on top of him. Her hands were on his chest to steady herself.
"Lizzie, we don't have to-"
"I know," she whispered. "I want to," she tentatively moved her hips, grinding against him, causing both of them to moan. She could feel him hardening beneath her, sending a thrill through her body. "I want to feel you against me," she rolled her hips again, making her shudder. She felt so fucking good. "You feel it too, right?" she whispered, bending down to catch his lips with hers as she rolled again.
"Yeah," his voice a whimper, barely above a whisper as he kissed her back.
But she needed more. She wanted more. Everything she had been feeling about him crashing into her. She sat back up, staring into his eyes as her hands left his chest to pull at the ties of her bikini top, tossing the material to the floor. She sat there as her breathing got heavier as she rolled her hips against his as he stared at her, his eyes dropping down to her breasts before going back to her eyes.
Her hands went to the hem of his T-shirt. She pushed it up his chest until they were working together to take it off him. Her hands ran over his bare chest, her nails scratching just lightly enough to cause him to shudder beneath her. Her hands traced his arms, finding his hands and grasping them. She brought them to her waist, feeling his solid grip there before guiding them up to her body to her breasts. He didn't need more urging as he massaged her breasts before he pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers as he looked up at her in awe. Her hips continued to roll against him.
Finally, she clasped one of the hands and guided it back down her body. She maintained eye contact as she directed his hand past the waistline of her bikini bottoms, guiding him to find her clit with the pads of his fingers.
"Rub," she said, biting her lip to try and be quiet as he began circling her clit and explored her slit. A moan escaped her as she tried to enhance the friction. "More, Andrew, I need more," she whispered. Andrew didn't wait; his middle finger dipped lower, traced her slit one last time before he was sinking his middle finger into her.
Everything about Andrew was thick. Fuck. It hadn't occurred to her that Andrew's fingers were thicker than hers. It made a difference. He watched her like she was the only thing he ever wanted to see. Her hips ground down as he moved his finger, fucking in and out of her, as his thumb found her clit.
Their breathing was heavy as he inserted another finger into her. Stretching her deliciously as he worked her open.
It didn't take long. She felt her body clench impossibly tight around his fingers. Sensation ran through her. She bent, bowed forward, her hands on his chest as he continued; she claimed his mouth as she moaned into him as her orgasm rolled through her.
He pulled his fingers out of her; his fingers glistened with her wetness. Lizzie chuckled as his mouth found any skin he could find, placing sweet, loving kisses.
"I heard people lick them clean," she chuckled low into his ear. Her forehead rested against his temple. "Do you wanna do it?"
She waited for an answer, but he seemed stuck, like he wasn't sure what to do. So she moved, grabbed his wrist, and brought the fingers toward her without breaking eye contact, and drew them into her mouth. Licking and sucking his fingers deep into her mouth, tasting herself on his skin. A deep moan escaped him, causing her to use her free hand to cover his mouth, smiling around his fingers.
"S-sorry," he whispered under her hand as she pulled his fingers from her. She leaned down, replacing her hand with her mouth, kissing him deeply.
"Don't be sorry," she whispered against his lips. "I like to hear you; it's just we don't want to wake the house," she said with a small smile.
She moved away and climbed off the bed, even as he protested, which made her laugh. She moved as her hands began pulling his shoes off of him with a shake of her head.
"Shoes on the bed, Andrew?" she tsked playfully. "Disgusting, for a man so scared of germs," she teased as she got his shoes and socks off. She moved to undo his pants; they worked together to remove his pants and underwear from his legs.
She paused for a moment, staring at his body, his cock there, thick like the rest of his body. Her hands found his thighs to trace her nails over them as she tried to ease her nerves that were taking over.
He looked at her for a moment, confused. His hand moved to beckon her back to him silently. She nodded, mostly to herself as she moved to climb back onto the bed beside him. His hands went to her bikini bottoms, as he played with the string ties at her hips.
"Are you sure?" he whispered.
"Yeah," she nodded, "I'm just nervous," she whispered.
He nodded as he looked at her, his eyes wide and innocent. "I'm gonna take care of you, Lizzie," he whispered before he turned and reached into his nightstand, grabbing a condom. She watched him rip the package and roll it onto himself. But then his hands went to the string at her waist.
She nodded her head as she watched, like it was in slow motion, as he pulled the strings. He dragged the material away from her and tossed it to join the top on the floor.
He guided her to lie down slowly with her head on the pillow. He spread her legs as he moved over her. His hand was on the bed for leverage above her as the other moved to his cock, dragging himself through her slit before lining himself up at her entrance.
"I'll go slow," he whispered, "Whatever you need."
She nodded and focused on his face. He pushed the tip in, causing her breath to hitch at the stretch, her body already clenched. Breathing heavy as he tried to control himself as he continued to work himself into her. Slow and controlled. Her body shuddering as she tried to accommodate the stretch.
"Fuck," she whispered, the pressure unfamiliar. Her walls clenching him. Her hands going to his neck and shoulders, gripping him.
"Ok?"
"Yeah, I'm just- it feels -" she shook her head as her body shuddered. He waited above her, still. "Different. Full."
He nodded as he moved to kiss her, rougher than any kiss he'd allowed between them. His restraint was leaving him. His hands went to her thighs, alternating to lift her legs around his waist. His body worked further into her. Finally, he remained still as he continued to wait for her, her body working to adjust. His head dropped beside her.
"Can I move?" he whispered into her ear. "You ok?"
He waited a moment before she finally nodded. His body began to move. Slow and deep. Every push caused the bed to thump. Their moans filled the room as he picked a rhythm. His body against her, rubbing her as their hips collided.
Her hands felt his skin, exploring him under her fingers. They both tried to stay quiet. She could feel her orgasm rising.
"Andrew," her nails dug into his body as her body shook. A cry almost escaped her as his mouth covered hers to cover the sound as she moaned loudly, her body clamping down hard on his cock. Her body arched, her breasts against his chest as he thrust into her, riding her through it.
His breathing became shallow as he continued his thrusts, becoming erratic as his own release hit, as her hands grasped his face, holding his lips to hers as he moaned loudly against her.
Andrew collapsed over her, his face buried into the crook of her neck. His arms adjusted, wrapping around her body.
She wasn't sure how long they lay there, clinging to each other.
"Andrew?" she whispered in his ear after moments had passed. Her breath shook. She suddenly felt vulnerable. "This means something to me."
He raised his head to look at her, confused, but whatever he saw in her face made him soften. His eyes were wide and honest as his hand came up to push her hair from her sweaty forehead. "Me too." he looked at her with so much earnestness and love that her chest tightened. "You're mine, and I'm yours."
Lizzie nodded quickly, ignoring the tears starting to form. "Yeah," she whispered weakly. "You're mine, and I'm yours."
Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Foc (Sydney)
[Ao3], Masterlist, Series Masterlist, First Chapter, Prev
Warnings: 18+, piv, oral (m receiving)
Summary: Robby doesn't like touch so Sydney plays a game
Word Count: 1.2k
Sydney just wanted to get through the day, be done, and spend the night curled up relaxing. She moved across the floor toward the central hub, ready to update Dana on one of the patients, when she found Robby there. He was leaning over a desk in front of Santos. Not unusual; he seemed fond of the resident. Santos, for her part, was typing away, giving a shake of her head at something Robby had said.
"Not everyone likes touch," Robby said as if it was a fact of life. Sydney paused as she came close, her confusion evident.
"What did I walk into?" she asked, giving Robby raised eyebrows as he turned to look at her. She came to a stop beside him as she waited for the answer.
"Robby doesn't like touch," Santos replied with a deadpan tone. She kept typing, harder than necessary. "What else is new?"
"What does that mean?" Robby shot back. Sydney, for her part, watched in fascination as Robby's face went slightly red.
"It means," Santos said with a sigh. She logged off the computer and pushed herself away from the desk to stand up. "Your damage is predictable." With that, Santos grabbed a tablet and said which room she was taking before she left, leaving Robby and Sydney there together.
"What do you mean you don't like touch?" Sydney asked quietly beside him. She loved how the redness in his face was deepening.
"I think it's self explanatory. It's not like I go around announcing it; it's not a big deal," he said defensively with a shrug. He avoided her eyes as he excused himself and moved away from her.
She had never known Robby not to like touches. Hell, it was him who was always touching her when she was in a trauma. She had always found a hand on her. And he sure as hell didn't have a problem when it came to sex.
So she decided she wanted to test it. A little experiment for herself. So every time she found herself near him, she would touch him gently to see if he would react.
She started small. She was trying to pass him in the trauma room, touching his back as she moved to get around him in the chaos. He didn't say anything, but he flashed her a quick, warm smile.
When she was relaying information to a patient, she touched his hand, and he didn't pull it away or flinch.
When she was in the break room making coffee, Robby had entered casually. Suddenly, he was behind her, reaching up to grab a coffee mug from the cupboard. Their bodies were close together, so she leaned back a little, just enough to have him feel her against him. He didn't even make a sound, but his free hand went to her hip with a gentle pat of affection.
Didn't like touch? And she was the Queen of Narnia.
In the middle of her testing touches, she watched his body language when they were together. Any time someone else would touch him, he'd startle like a scared deer. A hand would go flying, and he'd flinch. A touch on his arm, and he'd freeze.
By the end of the day, Sydney had figured out the approved people, which happened to be a very limited number of people that Robby didn't seem to mind.
Very limited.
So by the time they were leaving, she had managed to catch him in an alcove. She had moved to her toes, reaching his ear, whispering about going back to his place. His own hands had found her waist, holding her there as that familiar redness went from his ear and down. He agreed to meet her for the walk home before he reluctantly pulled away from her to go find Jack.
When they reached his place, the door was closed, and they dropped their bags and jackets; she didn't wait to move toward him.
"I know what your problem is," she said with a small taunting rhythm. She moved to wrap her arms around his middle. She looked up at him as he instantly reacted by wrapping his arms around her.
"I can't wait to hear this; I'm sure you'll tell me."
"You're touch starved," she said as her hands slipped under his sweater and his tops. Her hands stroked his back with her fingertips.
"What the hell does that mean?" he asked, slightly offended, but a subtle shudder ran through his body.
"I mean," she replied as her other hand slid under his tops to rub at his stomach before they slid down to his pants. Undoing the button and zipper slowly. His breathing got heavier. "You crave touch."
She watched his face as she dropped to her knees in front of him. Her hand ran over his cock through his underwear before she lowered his clothes just enough to free his cock. The palm of her hand rubbed against his length up and down. His face was becoming that nice shade of red.
She moved then, using her tongue to lick the underside of his cock, watching as his head flung back and a moan escaped. Her mouth found the head of his cock, sucking him into her mouth, her eyes transfixed above her. His hands went into her hair while the other went to the wall to steady himself.
Just as his hand was at the back of her head to try and drive her lower onto his length, she pulled away from him. She stood up, giving him a warm smile as she took his hand like she'd done so often before and led him to his bedroom.
She started with his sweater, then his tops. With each new piece of skin revealed, she would kiss and stroke it with her fingers as if she wanted to memorize every inch of him.
Finally, when she had him stripped, she made quick work of her own clothes before she guided him to the bed. She climbed on first, getting herself comfortable on her back before he followed, her arms calling to him.
He moved to join her, slotting himself between her legs. Moving as he wasted no time, entering her slowly as her hands went up to his face, demanding his eyes remain on hers. Each thrust slow and deep. Neither of them wanted it to be finished. Hands and mouths exploring as their moans echoed through the room.
When she came around him, he held her waist, grinding into her as her body convulsed under him. He wasn't too long after, whispers of dirty praise and affection as he came, his mouth finding hers as he filled her.
Neither of them moved right away, panting as they kissed, as hands traced each other's skin.
It wasn't until they'd cleaned up and bed routines were done, both choosing to remain naked as they crawled into bed, their bodies flush against each other. Her head on his chest as hands continued to explore his skin while his fingertips traced her back.
"I just don't like it when people I don't know well touch me," he said quietly in the dark, breaking the steady silence.
Sydney gave a hum of acknowledgment. "It's ok," she replied, giving him a smile as she kissed his chest right below where his Magen David pendant rested. "I don't mind, as long as I get to," she teased as she nipped the area, making him chuckle as his hand went into her hair.
Titus Danforth x Foc (Morrigan)
[Ao3], Masterlist, Series Masterlist
August 2026 Oneshot Celebration
Warning/Tags : 18+, MDNI, piv, breeding kink
Set before Final Chapter of If Looks Could Kill
Summary: Morrigan wakes up feeling like she can be herself for the first time.
Word Count: 830
Morrigan awoke to the feeling of an unfamiliar bed. She hadn't opened her eyes yet, but the bed she was currently in was far more luxurious than her bed at home or the bed she had been sleeping in at the Danforth lodge. Slowly she cracked her eyes open to find the room that felt strange and unfamiliar. The walls were dark, and the fireplace raged. This was new, and it felt strange.
She lay on her front, her head half buried in a pillow. Studying the room. She relaxed in bed, letting the events of the night before unfold in her mind, and the realization hit her. For the first time, she was waking up not feeling like she had to perform. She didn't have to pretend who she was anymore.
She was vaguely aware of the new band around her ring finger. She wasn't used to its weight. She raised her hand so she could look at it. The black band sat there. It was just a ring; she knew that, but it felt permanent, as if it were now attached to her skin.
She felt the large hand of her new husband, adorned with the matching wedding ring, settle on her back. His fingertips traced her bare spine lazily. She stayed still, absorbing the comfort.
It was probably ridiculous. He could still kill her any time. But there was something about the way he hadn't even tried. The way he had fucked her on that altar and again in this bed. Her body was sore, but she felt what could only be described as loved. Even now. His hands felt tender against her.
She felt his weight shift on the bed until, suddenly, kisses began on her neck and slowly trailed down her back. That hand went to her ass, rubbing and squeezing, making her moan into her pillow. She felt that arrogant smirk against her skin.
"Miss me already?" he taunted as he gave another squeeze to her ass. She couldn't help the moan. She nodded her head as his hand slipped lower between her legs. His fingers found her cunt and traced her with the lightest teasing touch.
"Titus," she whispered as his fingers found her clit. His kisses continued at her back. Her hands grasped the pillow beneath her as he continued to explore her.
He pulled away suddenly, even with her protest, but his hand went to her waist, guiding her to roll over onto her back. He moved so he was fully on top of her, pushing her legs open to accommodate him, lifting her legs to his waist.
He moved and guided his cock into her. Her cunt squeezed him as he worked himself into her. "So tight, still," his groan was loud above her as he sunk further with small moves of his hips. "Gonna fill you so fucking good."
"Titus," she moaned underneath him. Her arms went around him, her nails dug into his back, leaving marks there as she tried to meet his grinding movements. Finally, their hips flush against each other. He held there, letting her sore body adjust as he lay above her. His hand in her hair, their eyes staring into each other.
Finally, his hips began to move, slow at first. "Fuck," escaped her.
"Do you feel me?" he dipped, nipping her jaw as his thrusts were picking up speed. "Feel how full you are?"
"So full," she cried as her head flung back. He moved, licking her neck as she arched. "So fucking full."
His thrusts grew faster and harder. He moved his hand to the headboard, giving himself leverage as he fucked into her. Their pants and moans mingled as her body began to shake, her body tightening around him. Euphoria took over, her cries filling the room. His name fell from her lips like a chant.
"One more, darling," he moaned into her ear, his teeth nipping before kissing along her jaw to her mouth, claiming her. When he pulled away, a smirk on his face as she tried to focus on anything but pure sensation. "One more, give it to me."
"I can't, Titus," she cried, her nails clawing his back.
Their bodies moving together. "You can," kissing her again as she moaned. "Do it, I'll fill you so fucking full."
Her orgasm took her by surprise as she clenched around him, her nails drawing blood. He continued to thrust into her until his own orgasm took over, his teeth sinking into her shoulder as he came.
They lay tangled together, sweetest kisses exchanged, kisses to skin that was reachable as they were wrapped in each other's arms. Finally, a kiss to her temple that was so loving she wanted to cry. "We're gonna have so many babies," he whispered into her ear, as his hand was stroking through her hair. "Gonna keep you full." She moaned as he continued to kiss her. She didn't doubt a word he said.
Brendon "The Shark" Park x Foc (Sammy)
[Ao3], Masterlist, Series Masterlist, First Chapter, Prev
Warning: horrible parenting, angst, insecurities
Summary: Sammy's mother won't stop calling at work, bringing up insecurities
Word Count: 1.2k
Sammy had just finished with a patient when her phone vibrated again. She couldn't help the annoyance that washed over her. She pulled out her phone and sighed in frustration when she saw it was her mom again.
"Again?" Perlah asked, concerned, as Sammy shook her head.
"Yeah," Sammy said with a huff of frustration. "I'll be right back." She said as she moved out toward the ambulance bay and claimed the low wall to the side. She took a breath to steady herself before she called her mom back.
"Took you long enough to answer," Her mother's shrill voice came across the line as she picked up. Sammy sighed as she got comfortable on the ledge.
"I was working with a patient, Mom. I couldn't exactly step away."
"Well, excuse me." Her mother huffed in annoyance.
"What do you need? What was the emergency?" Sammy asked. She couldn't help but feel stressed. Was it Dad and his pacemaker? Was something wrong with Gwendolyn's baby? Her mother had a horrible habit of treating every thought like an emergency.
"Your sister's baby shower, you booked it off right?"
"That's what you called me for?" Sammy snapped. She pinched the bridge of her nose, fury running through her. She didn't have time to argue with her mom right now, not at work, and preferably not ever. "Yes, Mom, I made sure I'm off; I talked it over with my boss."
"Ok, good. You need to be there."
Sammy's teeth clenched. "I know."
"You missed her birthday celebration. You can't miss her baby shower."
Sammy wanted to scream. "Mom, I get it. I promise, I will be there."
"Don't take that tone," her mother scolded. "Sammy, please, I need you to be responsible."
"I will. I don't know why you think I don't care. I get it. Leave me alone. I'm at work. I'm turning my phone off. Goodbye." She hung up the phone. Giving a scream of frustration.
Her parents always assumed she was doing things to be selfish. As if she hadn't cared about anything happening that wasn't about herself. They had made it clear when she had moved to Vermont. Hell, when she had broken up with Brendon, they had assumed she had done it to spite them.
She fucking regretted moving here. And now she had just hung up on her mother, and she was going to for sure hold that against her. She forced herself not to cry.
She moved back inside and went to her locker. She threw the phone inside and locked it again. She figured that out of sight, out of mind. Too bad that didn't actually work. In the next few cases, she found she was zoning out. Something inside of her kept reminding her of her mother's words. She wasn't selfish, was she? She wasn't a selfish person. She cared about others. But every time she tried to reason with herself, she got that nagging feeling.
She wasn't good enough. She wasn't being enough. Only out for herself. Gives up and runs away.
The thoughts swirled around in her mind as she zoned out so hard that Baran was finally in front of her with concern. Baran pulled her to the side after the trauma was done.
"What's going on? You're so distracted today."
Can't focus. Not trying hard enough.
"Sorry, shit." She felt horrible. She couldn't even do her damn job. She liked her job. She was good at it. But her mind was clouded.
All she fucking wanted was to be in Brendon's arms right now. That he would tell her it was fine. A stupid impulse that hadn't died since they had been together. When she was in Vermont, it was easier to ignore when her mother wasn't in the same city.
Sammy looked at Baran, trying to ease herself. "I'll be right back. I just need some time."
"Ok, good. Take that time, tell me if you need anything," Baran said. Sammy nodded, then made her way to the elevator to go to Ortho.
She reached the floor; her nerves were already taking over as she approached the desk.
"Hi, sorry," she started lamely as the charge nurse looked up at her, confused. Sammy felt her throat tighten, but she tried to ignore it. "Is Dr. Park busy?"
The nurse looked at her, eyebrows raised. "He's with a patient right now. Do you need a consult?"
"No," Sammy said. Fuck. Maybe he would come find her if she texted him. "Could you let him know that Sammy stopped by?"
"Sammy?"
"Dr. Jackson."
The nurse paused like she was eyeing her before she quickly shook her head. "Why don't you wait in the break room? I'll let him know you're here. He should be done soon. Unless you need to go back to the ED."
Is this being selfish? Demanding he take time out of his day to comfort her. Her mother's words rang in her ears. "I don't want to take up his time. I know he's really busy."
The nurse shook her head, directed her towards the break room, and left her to wait. Fuck. Sammy began to pace. What if this was part of it? Demanding your ex care about you felt like demanding time and energy she didn't deserve. But he had said to call. He had implied he still cared. But maybe he meant call or text only. Showing up was a whole other issue.
As time passed, she felt more and more ridiculous. She was about to leave, deciding she should probably just leave work early and deal with it at home, when the break room door opened. Brendon stood there looking worried as he entered. He closed the door behind him before he moved towards her.
"Sammy?" he asked. She couldn't help it anymore. She moved forward to wrap her arms around his middle. She held onto him tightly. "What's going on?" he asked.
She hated that he felt like home. That the minute his arms wrapped around her tightly, as if he never wanted to let her go, she felt like the world was righting itself.
"My mom called," she said, her voice shaking. She couldn't help the way she clung to him. But she felt his body stiffen before his arms tightened around her. He knew. He remembered. He knew the weight of that, because he did. He had been there during the worst arguments; he had been there through tear filled nights. "I'm sorry." She said as she buried her face into his chest.
"Don't be," he replied, his head resting on top of hers. He held her like he was never going anywhere. Fuck. She missed this.
She wasn't sure how long they stood like this. Fuck, she didn't care if someone walked in. This was where she wanted to be.
Finally, seemingly reluctantly, he pulled away. His hand came up to push her hair out of her face. "Are you going to be ok?" he asked, concerned. "I have surgery in 15."
Sammy nodded as she looked up at him. He always managed to quiet the noise in her head. It hadn't been that way the last year they were together. It was like his voice had joined her mother’s noise. But now? It was like it was supposed to be.
Quiet.
"I'll be ok," she said quietly with a nod of her head.
"Text me when you get home."
She nodded her head again as she looked up at him. "Ok," she whispered as she removed herself from his arms. She headed to the door, turning around to give him a small smile, finding his small smirk back. The smile she knew he used just for her.
Titus Danforth x Foc (Morrigan)
[Ao3], Masterlist, Series Masterlist
August 2026 Oneshot Celebration
Warning/Tags : 18+, MDNI, piv, breeding kink
Set before Final Chapter of If Looks Could Kill
Summary: Morrigan wakes up feeling like she can be herself for the first time.
Word Count: 830
Morrigan awoke to the feeling of an unfamiliar bed. She hadn't opened her eyes yet, but the bed she was currently in was far more luxurious than her bed at home or the bed she had been sleeping in at the Danforth lodge. Slowly she cracked her eyes open to find the room that felt strange and unfamiliar. The walls were dark, and the fireplace raged. This was new, and it felt strange.
She lay on her front, her head half buried in a pillow. Studying the room. She relaxed in bed, letting the events of the night before unfold in her mind, and the realization hit her. For the first time, she was waking up not feeling like she had to perform. She didn't have to pretend who she was anymore.
She was vaguely aware of the new band around her ring finger. She wasn't used to its weight. She raised her hand so she could look at it. The black band sat there. It was just a ring; she knew that, but it felt permanent, as if it were now attached to her skin.
She felt the large hand of her new husband, adorned with the matching wedding ring, settle on her back. His fingertips traced her bare spine lazily. She stayed still, absorbing the comfort.
It was probably ridiculous. He could still kill her any time. But there was something about the way he hadn't even tried. The way he had fucked her on that altar and again in this bed. Her body was sore, but she felt what could only be described as loved. Even now. His hands felt tender against her.
She felt his weight shift on the bed until, suddenly, kisses began on her neck and slowly trailed down her back. That hand went to her ass, rubbing and squeezing, making her moan into her pillow. She felt that arrogant smirk against her skin.
"Miss me already?" he taunted as he gave another squeeze to her ass. She couldn't help the moan. She nodded her head as his hand slipped lower between her legs. His fingers found her cunt and traced her with the lightest teasing touch.
"Titus," she whispered as his fingers found her clit. His kisses continued at her back. Her hands grasped the pillow beneath her as he continued to explore her.
He pulled away suddenly, even with her protest, but his hand went to her waist, guiding her to roll over onto her back. He moved so he was fully on top of her, pushing her legs open to accommodate him, lifting her legs to his waist.
He moved and guided his cock into her. Her cunt squeezed him as he worked himself into her. "So tight, still," his groan was loud above her as he sunk further with small moves of his hips. "Gonna fill you so fucking good."
"Titus," she moaned underneath him. Her arms went around him, her nails dug into his back, leaving marks there as she tried to meet his grinding movements. Finally, their hips flush against each other. He held there, letting her sore body adjust as he lay above her. His hand in her hair, their eyes staring into each other.
Finally, his hips began to move, slow at first. "Fuck," escaped her.
"Do you feel me?" he dipped, nipping her jaw as his thrusts were picking up speed. "Feel how full you are?"
"So full," she cried as her head flung back. He moved, licking her neck as she arched. "So fucking full."
His thrusts grew faster and harder. He moved his hand to the headboard, giving himself leverage as he fucked into her. Their pants and moans mingled as her body began to shake, her body tightening around him. Euphoria took over, her cries filling the room. His name fell from her lips like a chant.
"One more, darling," he moaned into her ear, his teeth nipping before kissing along her jaw to her mouth, claiming her. When he pulled away, a smirk on his face as she tried to focus on anything but pure sensation. "One more, give it to me."
"I can't, Titus," she cried, her nails clawing his back.
Their bodies moving together. "You can," kissing her again as she moaned. "Do it, I'll fill you so fucking full."
Her orgasm took her by surprise as she clenched around him, her nails drawing blood. He continued to thrust into her until his own orgasm took over, his teeth sinking into her shoulder as he came.
They lay tangled together, sweetest kisses exchanged, kisses to skin that was reachable as they were wrapped in each other's arms. Finally, a kiss to her temple that was so loving she wanted to cry. "We're gonna have so many babies," he whispered into her ear, as his hand was stroking through her hair. "Gonna keep you full." She moaned as he continued to kiss her. She didn't doubt a word he said.
