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Most of my works are 18+. All of them are fem!reader/gender neutral. I won't describe appearance for Reader because I'd love for everyone to read it themselves.

If you have a specific request I can write nonbinary and body descriptions but this only if a person requesting really wants it.

I don't write male Reader. Do not request things such violence or ab*se, racism, zionism, any forms of bullying.

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Been feeling so exhausted, I'll post when I quit my second job 🥺💕 i’m still hereeee!!!

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Castle Crumbling | Jack Abbot x Reader

⟡ He seems to know you better than anyone. A bloody nose and a quiet moment get him talking more than he wants to and feels the wall crumbling.

— fem!reader. No body/appearance descriptions. Age gap (20s and 40s). Reader is a resident and Jack the attending. Mentions of blood. Moments before a mass casualty event. Grumpy x Sunshine kind of.

a/n: This will have more parts because i want to explore this dynamic and i have more ideas but feel free to request and join the conversation!

— masterlist

Jack has never met someone that keeps him on the edge. Never. Veteran, an attending physician, and famous for his stoic face. There's no way you're breaking him.

"Hey, give me a break alright?" you say, sarcastic tone on each of your words.

Jack lets out a scoff that seemed a little too amused, arms crossing over his chest at your request. He looked at you like he was about to tell you to suck it up and get back in the ring.

"A break?" he asked, but his tone was softer than usual. Not exactly concerned,because this was you, after all. But still. "You okay?," his eyes lingered on your face for a moment too long. "You look like hell."

"I know, thank you!" You chuckle, getting ready to go stand close to the pink zone with Mel. Looking around the ER everyone looked tired until a second ago, a mass casualty coming in.

"Where do you think you are going?" he asked dryly, stopping you in your tracks with a firm hand on your shoulder although it was obvious it was a command. He looks for your gaze, you do look like hell.

He didn't even need to tell you why. You already knew exactly why he was pulling you back. He knew you hated being treated like a kid, but there was a slight look of worry on his face. He knows you, maybe too much already.

"But- Dr. Robby said..."

"I don't care what Robby said." the grip on your wrist tightening a little bit as he pulled you closer by his side. He had an annoyingly good way of making you feel so small, basically wrapping you up in his palm.

"You go to the sidelines" Or with me, his mind finished, but he didn't dare say it out loud. "Until you feel better" his eyes scan your face.

"Mel needs help," you say, knowing any excuse that i give him isn't enough.

Goddammit. He heard your excuse, rolling his eyes again. He was so tired of the constant power struggle between the two of you. You were relentless when it came to trying to defy him. He had an urge to just throw you over his shoulder and put you in the break room just so you wouldn't get into any trouble.

"You are my resident." He argued. "That means you listen to what i say."

You look at him, his gaze is heavy on you. Looking for any sign on his face. Her reminds professional, but also controlling.

"Alright," you say, hiding the smile that was coming off your lips. It falls as a smirk. "I’ll do what you say, fine"

He caught your smirk for a flash, raising an eyebrow as he noticed you trying to hide it. But he said nothing about it, letting his hand slowly drop from your wrist.

"Good" he said simply, returning to rearrange his go-bag with a few practical kits. But before you could run free again, he caught the slight frown on your face "Come with me."

You nod, following him. At the center of the pitt Dana is yelling the first ambulances will arrive in exactly five minutes.

Jack gave one last look around the entire pitt before he started walking, keeping a close watch on you to make sure you were following.He lead you to a spot in the hallway with an empty gurney, resting his left hand on the bed as he gestured for you to sit.

"Sit there" he said dryly, disappearing into a small supply closet before he pulled out a pack of gauzes.

"What?" you ask, sitting down. Then you see him disappear but a strange ring in your ears comes, blood running down your nose. You see him come out of the supply closet. It’s like he knew.

You place your fingers on the bridge of your nose, pinching softly and lean your head back. "How did you know?"

Jack rolled his eyes again at your shocked and confused face, letting out a soft scoff as he walked towards you— stopping right in front of you.

"i know you more than you think, smartass." He confesses. He gently, but firmly, grasped your chin between his fingers. "Let me see."

You gasp at his touch, the blush in your face doesn’t go unnoticed.

"It's fine" you say, letting him take care of you. Your heart beats so fast you’re scared he will listen. Your blood soaked hand hanging in the air.

Jack lets out a soft grunt as he took your hand in his. He always seemed so stoic and expressionless to everyone else, but he he was actually a huge softie when it came to you. In his head, at least.

Jack started to clean up the blood with a gauze, soft touches, making sure to clean you up without hurting you unnecessarily.

"I told you not to overexert yourself"

"Seriously, how did you see this coming?"

"I have my eye on you all the time." he said bluntly, throwing away the soaked gauze in his hand. He gently held your chin again, tilting your head towards him to properly look up your nose. He had a serious yet focused look on his face he was more concerned than he let on.

"I'm fine, Dr. Abbot" you say, it comes out more unsettling, your feelings bubbling up inside you. You can't help but smile softly at the fact he has his eye on you.

Secretly, he’s enjoying looking after you, care touches and his controlling demeanor.

"The hell you aren't, smartass" Jack said, scoffing softly as he leaned in closer and he started to help plug up your nose, pausing to look at you again.

"Well, you are a smartass too"

"Sure" he shrugs, his touch leaving your skin. Already missing the contact. "It helps me to do my job, but somehow you always seem to disarm me"

There was an amused look on your face as he secured the gauze properly in your nose. The bleeding would stop soon and you'd be able to go back to work.

You froze once he spoke, raising an eyebrow at his confession. Disarm?

"Is it because we argue?" you ask, your tone shy now.

"Oh please," he said dryly, his attention now directed back to you. He couldn't ignore the way his breath caught up on his throat as he looked at you. "Everyone knows you have some sort of way to get under my skin"

"Oh... But it's fun" you say, shrugging your shoulders.

"Fun?" his face not changing from the usual dry look. He was used to everyone looking at him with respect, never daring to push his buttons. But you did.

"Thank you... by the way"

You fall into a silence, a comfortable one. While you admire his features and he turns away, grunting and looking around the ER.

Jack places his palms against the gurney, and each arm around you almost cages you in. The sound of the ambulances and people already running out to help gets him out off his trance. He grunts again, getting up to stand tall again and not looking at you. He had said some things to you... It was better not to speak again unless its work related.

"Let’s go save some lives, Dr. Abbot" you break the silence again. Ignoring the pang in your chest as he pulls away from your body.

He knew you were right, it definitely wasn't the time to be distracted by you. He'd be an idiot to say that you weren't distracting, but he had to focus on work right now—not whatever it was that was going on between the two of you.

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I need more songs so I can add to my playlist about liking older men lol? Can anyone give me recommendations thank you 🥺

(Yes this is Jack Abbot inspired)

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More Yelena pretty please 🙏

You got it! posted this one, i hope you like it 💕

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Guilty as sin | Yelena Belova x Reader

⟡ Yelena can’t take her eyes off you. Without ever touching your skin she's practically enamored, her hands itching to be closer to you.

— fem!reader. No body/appearance descriptions. More of a Yelena POV, she has a HUGE crush on you. Suggestive language, making out. Will have a part. 2.

a/n: Thank you so much to the person who requested more Yelena!

— masterlist

Friends. That's all you are, that's all you're going to be.

But Yelena? She wished, she prayed, she begged the universe for you. It started with hanging out one time, Ava was sweet enough to invite the girl from her favorite coffee shop. The last minute "brunch" was perfect, Yelena had a lot of time to meet you. Your work, your ambitions, your adventures in the city, and the regular complaints about the rush hours at your job.

It was innocent, simple but she fell for you. You said one word and she was eager for more, listening to you ramble was one of the best things. When your eyes would lock with hers, she felt her knees weak.

Would it be so pathetic to just fell to her knees for you?

Maybe it would, but she would do it in a second.

It was now 8:00pm, and the bar started to get crowded early thanks to the band playing. Ava was waiting for Yelena at the bar, they talked for a minute with other girls Ava had befriended.

Between the noise, the drinks and all the bodies cramping against each other she saw you. Yelena never wanted to rip someone else’s clothes so fast.

You looked good, no, you looked gorgeous. You are glowing.

She opens her mouth to say something but nothing comes up, she gets close to you and leads you to the bar to buy you a drink. Her hand comes to rest on your back as you lean in to talk to the bartender, in a quick blink of an eye you get your drink on your hand and Yelena blinks fast.

Where does the time go? When she’s analyzing every each one of your features, the way your cheeks are pink, your lips always shiny with a lip gloss that Yelena swears it tastes like cherry.

"Yelena?"

She jumps out of her train of thought, looking at you. Your eyes dazzle even beneath the dim lighting of the bar.

"Yes, yeah I- I know where the others are"

Yelena leads you to the bar, pushing the people who for some reason started to dance. She rolls her eyes, then realized Ava and her friends joined the group.

Great. She can get you for herself now.

She leads you to a booth, sitting right beside you. Looking at the way you sip at your drink.

You are nervous, you can't avoid it. She's so close, she keeps her eyes on you. That sweet, honey-coated gaze that follows every moment.

"I'm glad we didn't get dragged to the made up dance floor"

"Yeah, Im pretty bad at dancing so I would've embarrassed myself in front of the prettiest girl I know" Yelena says, the alcohol from the past hour now making its effect.

You laugh, shaking your hands and the drink spills on your lap. Your leg gets a little wet and Yelena gulps, freezing.

What should she do? She can't stop staring at your legs, your skirt ridding up as you sat down.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yelena can't move, she closes her hands, knuckles white as her fists fall to the leather of the booth.

"Oh, shoot!" you say, softly. Reaching for a napkin but they are on Yelena’s side. "Can you… uh—"

Your voice drowns, as Yelena feels the hairs on the back of her head rise at the alert. She moves fast, and takes a couple of napkins to help you clean up.

She brushes your skin with the napkins, cursing at the slight barrier that comes between you. She’s focused on lifting the end of your dress pinching the fabric and being careful not to touch you. Because once she does, she won't survive.

You laugh. That belly laugh she adores from you.

"What? Am I?-"

"No!" you interrupt her, shaking your head. “I asked you for a napkin and you ended up cleaning me up" You tilt your head, looking for her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you" she panics, avoiding your gaze and slowly looking at you. Your clothes fit you so well and your cleavage. Fuck… fuck. Her hand falls to your thigh as she fully looks at you now. Fuck, fuck.

"Don't worry, you're really sweet" you smile, her gaze finally falling on yours. Your eyes are piercing hers.

"Uh- its nothing, I wanted to help"

"Can I ask you a question?" you ask.

She nods pretty quickly. Her words scrambled on her brain, the touch on your leg feels warm, no, it feels hot. Like she's playing with fire. You feel it too.

"Do you really think I'm the prettiest girl?"

Yelena’s hand squeezes your thigh absentmindedly. Yours falling on her arm, squeezing back as reassurance. She slides on the seat to be closer to you, her free arm rounding your shoulders.

"Of course! Of fucking course" she nods again. Quickly. Sure. You melt.

"Thank you" you look down to your hands, the way your bodies are so close now.

"Hey" Yelena says, soft and low. "Don't hide from me" her hand leaves your thigh and her fingers come to pinch your jaw making you look at her.

You let her, following her movements to look at her. Your cheeks are so red. Yelena almost jumps at you.

"You are the prettiest, you hear me? Not only for me, I know everyone thinks you are beautiful" she licks her lips, looking at you. You blink, nod slightly. A form of consent.

She takes it, of course. Yelena doesn't have to think twice, one look at your lips and she leans in. Her hand coming to cup your cheek, feeling the hot of your face. She smirks on your lips before moving hers.

The kiss is sweet at first, but it escalates. She makes her way into your mouth, her tongue dancing with yours. Yelena tastes the lipgloss she's been dreading to, she tastes the fruity of your drink and her heart quickens.

You don't move, and she knows you won't until she tells you to, so she doesn't. Her hand slides from your jaw to your neck. Fingertips tapping softly in your collar bone then presses her palm against your chest, sliding down feeling the curve of your boobs where she leaves a soft squeeze and then comes down to your belly and finally your thigh. Your skirt is damp from before but she doesn't care.

The kiss breaks as the band starts playing.

"Dammit" Yelena curses, her words tingling against your lips. Her hands hard and possessive on you.

"We don't have to listen to them, I mean, they probably suck" you say, your hands never left her face since the kiss started. You noticed she liked it since whimpered.

"Yeah" she smiles, watching your plump soft pink lips. A little of her spit on you. "Can I take you home, I'll take care of you"

You nod, taking her hand and walking towards the door. She doesn't look for Ava or her friends. She squeezes your hand as the cold of the night hits both of your faces.

"I'd take you anywhere, in that damn loud bar… but I'm going to take care of you, you deserve it" she leans to kiss your temple as her arm rests against your shoulders.

"Thank you, sweetheart"

She melts again, giggling as she shakes her head.

"You have no idea how much I've been wanting you"

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Can’t fix me | Michael Berzatto x Reader

⟡ You struggle with internal emotions in your relationship. The truth comes to the surface as he notices the change that he dread it was coming.

— fem!reader. Age gap, Reader’s nickname is Bug and is in her early 20s (no body/appearance descriptions), and Michael is in his early 40s. Mentions of nausea and heavy emotions. hurt— no comfort, sorry.

— masterlist

A/n: I wanted to navigate a reader who has been dealing with the feelings of growing up and finding stability in herself. I have more ideas if you'd like me to continue but this barely scratches the surface.

You open the door to a sleepy Michael, having looked for him at The Bear and Donna’s already. You were worried he had been drinking late at night alone but luckily found him at his house. It's your day off, you stopped by Annie’s to get some croissants, black coffee, and a cappuccino for yourself.

"Morning, bear," you say, almost in a whisper. You were always walking on eggshells with him, not wanting to irritate him when he just woke up. It was noon, he had just gotten out of bed and that meant he was drinking late at night but at home.

He steps into the living room, hearing the soft term on endearment that calls to him like a siren singing. Your soft, familiar voice echoes through the room. He sees your eyes, that frown on your face, and the pout on your lips as he lifts his head, it shakes now from side to side.

"Don't look at me like that" he grunts, rubbing his eyes with his fist to wake up. "Just don't-" Mikey avoids staring at you, knowing well he’d get lost on your beauty and that would make him distracted. That he can't have a day without letting you into his heart and putting the same wall between you, again.

You worry, of course you do. The dark circles around his eyes, his lip almost torn apart from chewing at it.

"I got you some breakfast" your sweet voice always seems to perk his interest, cutting any tension between you.

You place the bag of goodies onto the table and sit down. He does the same, you two are only centimeters apart now— physically, the complete opposite thing emotionally.

"Got you a black coffee, croissants and if you want I can make us an omelet"

Usually, the only two things in his stomach are coffee and whatever he could find at The Bear. Pieces of meat, some bread, a piece of chocolate cake— never a full meal.

"Thank you, bug" You see his lip quirked up slightly, the thought of you knowing exactly what he needs without hesitation. "Really" he shoots you a smile, and you do too.

"Of course, bear"

The nickname makes his heart race, he takes a bite of the pastry and a sip of his coffee. His eyes feel less heavy each time his throat gets warm. He hadn't realized how hungry he was.

"Didn't you already eat? It's late" he asks around his bites, eyes flickering over to your breakfast.

"No, I wasn't hungry. I was kind of nauseous in the morning" you reply, taking a sip of your cappuccino. You thank the odds it was your day off and could have more time in bed until then nausea went away.

Mikey furrows his brows at your response, he'd been so caught up in his loneliness he didn't realize how you'd been doing. He didn't even ask how you'd been feeling.

He stops mid-bite, his hand hesitating to reach out for your thigh under the table and squeeze it to give you comfort. He stared at you, trying to hide the concern in his gaze so you stay calm.

"Why?"

"I'm not sure, its the third time it has happened and I'm sure it’s stress"

His brows knit in a frown, now tilting his head looking for your gaze. You are avoiding him— his heart races.

"Stress?" he repeats, placing the cup down on the table and shifting his chair to face you properly without having to crack his neck. He placed his hand on the back of your chair, the action full of innocence as he got closer. "Why are you so stressed, princess?" he asks, his brows still knitted in a frown.

"You know, school, work and I have deadlines on both" you sigh. Saying all of it with all the calm in the world, he can't believe it. You were just panicking a few days ago for a test and now you’re this calm?

"And me" his words slip out before he could think about it. He noticed you'd gotten slightly distant from him these past few days. He wouldn't be surprised if he was the source of your pain. He felt the pang of guilt in his heart.

"I never said that"

"You didn't have to" he grumbled. "Its not that hard to figure i’m one of your problems, bug"

You shift in your place, his hand on the back of the chair now close to touch your arm. You look at him in disbelief, your eyes parted and the way your breath hitches on your throat makes the nausea come back again.

"I didn't even thought about it, you’re rushing in for a fight and I'm not granting you that wish" you defend yourself, not letting him bring you down the quiet peaceful moment you were having.

He was taken aback at how blunt you were, it made him go silent for a few seconds. He stares at you, watching the signs of anger on your face.

"I'm not trying to fight"

A scoff leaves your lips, your shoulders tightening. "Then why are you jumping to conclusions then?" your eyes piercing his gaze.

Then he sees it, really sees it. You’ve changed. All these days of distance made sense because whatever happened in your brain, something clicked and you’re not the same person he met. You’ve grown.

You’re not picking at his fights, you’re not pouting for a kiss. You noticed he didn't give you the welcome you deserved so you didn't try to do so. You’re not the same giggly girl who would do anything he says, being surprised and amazed by the little things he did.

And it hurts, it really fucking hurts. Because in any given moment you’ll realize he’s just a headcase and its not worth your time.

"Bear?" you call him.

You still have that sweet voice, but you’ve changed.

"I don't know" he muttered, he knew why but he wasn't going to admit it— no, he was too embarrassed for that.

"I never said you were the reason, you’re just twisting everything I say" You get up from your seat. "You always do!"

He felt his shoulders slump as he follows your every movement. You are putting back your coat and your beanie, your boots too. Mikey takes a deep breath but doesn't move, exhausted of causing you too many problems and stress.

"I just feel like I’ve been in my own world…" he trails off, his eyes now trained on the floor next to your shoes. "I feel like… I've been too much"

"Yes, you’ve been mean and grumpy" the anger on which the words came out of your mouth surprises you. But you were tired, so tired of his baggage.

"I've been having a hard time... If you can't handle it then maybe you should leave already" he winced at your observation. He knew it was true, but the stubborn side of him didn't want to admit it. "I'm causing you more problems than you already have and you’re still here? What do you want from me? You can't fix me"

He’s said it a million times, but it somehow felt different. More real, more painful.

You huff, taking your bag and your keys. Mikey stares at his hands and closes his eyes as the door is shut.

You keep walking to your car, the tears strolling down your face. You sit there for what feels like minutes until you decide its time to go home. You glance at Mikey’s house for the last time before turning on the ignition.

Maybe this is right, it's what you need. Its not meant to be if it makes you so sad and heartbroken, right? The man already said it, you can't fix him.

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"light is what we create"- when the romantic tension is high

a prompt list by @novelbear ᵔᴥᵔ

unconsciously leaning in towards each other

^ or gradually gravitating towards one another in a room in general

laughing at every joke they make, even if they're not that funny

eyes checking out their entire outfit when you first see them

^ then having to ask their giggling friends what their problem is after they've been caught

the triangle method ??? duh

inside jokes seem to accumulate and pile up as they start to spend more time alone together

eye contact being so strong, even in smaller conversations

voices changing around each other (whether it deepens or their tone in which they speak changes)

smiling and giggling throughout the entire conversation

"you always look good, what do you mean?"

always finding a way to have physical contact

^ having hands brush against eachother, being so close that they're shoulder-to-shoulder, touching their forearm briefly, etc.

compliments on top of compliments

noticing or remembering the little things

"am i too close?" "no! no, you're fine."

brushing hair out of their face or behind their ear :(

the look of absolute admiration and love one gives when the other isn't looking

^ cue their other friends gagging and telling them to "stand up"

when they lean in to get something off of their face and the other literally stops breathing for a second

goofy smiles

always being able to joke around together

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scenarios for that grump x sunshine dynamic

a prompt list by @novelbear ᵔᴥᵔ

letting their chatty partner ramble about their day, listening with a small smile

sunshine toppling over them with the biggest hug they could muster and grump just giving them tiny little pats to reciprocate

grumpy going out of their comfort zone to cheer up their sunshine who's having a bad day

^ "look, i made pancakes! i even made a smiley face out of the whipped cream, see?" "oh, that's what it's supposed to be? you're so cute.."

grumpy calling sunshine names (dummy, idiot, chatterbox) knowing they take no offense to them, but the moment someone else does, they snap

"are you always this happy?" "i try to be, but especially when i'm with you."

sunshine knowing when it's okay to push but never crosses a line when it comes to grumpy's boundaries

sunshine comforting the grump when they're a little more quiet and snappy than usual, leaving grump a flustered mess because they're used to people actually listening when they tell them to leave them alone

"i'm not leaving you like this, i care about you."

sunshine taking grumpy on more active dates than they're used to (like ice skating for example)

[while cloudgazing] "i see a duckling!" "literally how."

sunshine making lunch for grumpy in the cutest way possible (little notes, heart-shaped sandwiches, always adding their fave snack)

getting into arguments about how nice sunshine can be and where it gets out of hand

^ "i was just trying to be nice!" "they were clearly taking advantage of that!" "since when do you care so much?" "i'm trying to look out for you!"

grumpy letting sunshine play with/do their hair

when laundry piles up and grumpy has no choice but to borrow one of sunshine's colorful little sweaters

^ and of course, sunshine coos and smothers them all day over it

"i love you." "i know." "say it back!"

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"maybe you'll feel it, too" -best friends to lovers prompts

a prompt list by @novelbear ᵔᴥᵔ

lingering hugs and stares

"you know i'm always going to be there for you, right? always."

compliments that are borderline (sometimes just blatant) flirting but they cover it up as just being a really supportive friend

^ "you sure this looks fine?" "trust me, you look fine as hell..."

being overly protective of the other (especially when it comes to relationships)

showing displays of affection that might seem questionable to others around them (ex. kissing each other on the cheek/ hands)

hand placement when hugging or guiding them also being a little more on the questionable side

"i'm always thinking about you."

being unable to tear their eyes off of them, especially when watching them excel at something they're best at

sharing clothes

"why are you looking at me like that?"

unconsciously including them in conversation when they're not even around

"there's no one else that makes me laugh the way you do."

noticing them blushing coincidentally after making a comment. but they can't be blushing because of what they said. they wouldn't. would they? no, of course not...right?

holding hands and neither of them knowing when (or wanting to) let go

when that realization hits that they really wouldn't rather spend their time with anyone else the way they do with their "best friend"

rambling on and on and on and wait are they looking at my eyes or my lips?

"if we were dating i'd take you to all the best places.." "what's stopping you?" "excuse me."

"can i kiss you?" "you have no idea how long i've waited to hear you ask that."

the relief that washes over both of them when the feelings are finally out there

"why didn't you tell me?" "the same reason you didn't tell me. i didn't want to lose you."

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MASTERLIST

Here’s people who i write for and for who i’ll write soon so keep scrolling for more.

MARVEL

YELENA BELOVA

⟡ Good Job — You’re patching up your girlfriend but she can't stop touching you.

⟡ Guilty as sin — Yelena can’t take her eyes off you. Without ever touching your skin she's practically enamored, her hands itching to be closer to you.

BOB REYNOLDS coming soon

THE PITT

JACK ABBOT

⟡ More of you — Getting ready for a fancy dinner gets interrupted by a Mass Casualty, but that doesn't stop Jack from taking his eyes off you.

⟡ Castles Crumbling — He seems to know you better than anyone. A bloody nose and a quiet moment get him talking more than he wants to and feels the wall crumbling.

THE BEAR

MICHAEL BERZATTO

⟡ Can’t fix me — You struggle with internal emotions in your relationship. The truth comes to the surface as he notices the change that he dread it was coming.

STRANGER THINGS

EDDIE MUNSON coming soon

MISCELLANEOUS

EDWARD CULLEN (TWILIGHT) coming soon

THE BATMAN (PATTINSON) coming soon

open to write for:

BUCKY BARNES

PETER PARKER (TASM/MCU)

KATE BISHOP

AGATHA HARKNESS

STEVE HARRINGTON

CARMY BERZATTO

SPENCER REID

VI (ARCANE)

DAEMOND TARGARYEN

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Good job | Yelena Belova x Reader

⟡ You’re patching up your girlfriend but she can't stop touching you.

— fem!reader. Established relationship. Reader is a med student. Suggestive language, teasing and touching.

— masterlist

"I gotta be your best patient, I come in asking for you every time" Yelena sits on the toilet lid as you get the first aid kid from the you carefully made for her.

"We are the only ones in this house, Lena" you laugh, placing yourself between her legs. "And even if you have helped me with my suturing skills, I don't like the idea of you being hurt"

"Its part of my job, princess. I come home to you, don't I?" Yelena winces as the soaked gauze makes the cut on her forehead sting, her hands fly to your hips, fingers digging over your shirt.

"I appreciate that you come in one piece" you tilt your head, fingers delicately cleaning her wound as you watch her eyes close. "Sorry, baby"

"Its okay" she mutters through through gritted teeth, trying her best to remain still while you take care of her.

"Good job" you praise, doing a thorough examination of the wound. "It isn't a deep cut so I'll just get some medical glue on"

"Not bad, huh? I deserve a reward don't you think?" Yelena’s gaze darkened, her gaze looking for yours as you find the medical glue.

"Let me finish and we’ll see" you shrug your shoulders, focusing at the task in hand.

In a moment, you feel her hands slide from your waist all the way to your legs, she rubs the skin as she gets her hands below your long sleep t-shirt and finds the waistband of your panties.

"Lena, baby" you gasp at her touch, freezing hands making you shiver. Drops of glue fall into her cut, helping the wound to close and not leave a scar.

"Look whoʼs doing a good job, thank you princess" Her face relaxes as the pain eases, it no longer stings.

You smile, reaching for the bandaid as she slides her hand to cup your pussy. She lets out a deep groan as she feels the wetness through the cloth.

"Aw, princess. I barely even touched you and you’re like this" her lips fall into a smirk, Yelena’s eyes never leaving your face as you place the bandaid on her.

You stay still, frozen in place as your lips part slightly and let out a soft sigh. Yelena chuckles at the way you keep yourself still.

"What happens if I-?" she presses a finger against your clit, rubbing softly watching your body react to it.

You relax in her hands, your fingers falling to her shoulders closing your eyes. "Baby" you whimper.

"I'm having fun, aren't you?" her gaze darkens even more, bubbling at the way you try to compose yourself.

"You need Tylenol for your headache" you whisper.

"Fine" Yelena lets out a resigned sigh, her shoulders slumping with defeat. She’s always going to let you take care of her. "But after the pill falls to my belly, I'm having you for dinner"

"I'll be quick then"

"And ill take my sweet time" she sighs, watching the way your ass moves as you go to the kitchen for a glass of water and she stands up to find the Tylenol. "Get a glass for you, you’ll be thirsty!"

You laugh at the way she screams, there words echoing through the house. You mean it, you’re grateful she comes in one piece but the worry will never stop.

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More of you | Jack Abbot x Reader

⟡ Getting ready for a fancy dinner gets interrupted by a Mass Casualty, but that doesn't stop Jack from taking his eyes off you.

— fem!reader. No body/appearance descriptions for Reader. Suggestive language and teasing. Established secret relationship.

— masterlist

You're watching a fancy updo hairstyle tutorial on tiktok, the girl makes it look so simple even if it's on a slower speed and you had to rewind some parts over the past few minutes.

You don't know for sure when you decided to commit to the fancy updo but you are halfway through and there's nothing that can stop you.

Jack sits on the bed, scrolling through his phone as he prepares for dinner. Black trousers, a black button-up shirt, and that slight smirk on his face as he watches your face through the mirror.

"You sure you don't any help, doll?" his face lightens up as he sees you, your tongue falling from the corner of your mouth, something you do when you focus. "My fingers work just fine," he says, the sexy tone coming up as his eyes scan over your curves and that amazing white dress he got for you.

"Nope," you reply, quickly as your fingers place pins, delicately and strategically. "I'm almost done"

When you're done, you squeal and turn around walking towards Jack, the bright proud smile on your face.

"Told you so" You do a turn, slowly, so he can see your craft.

"Nice..." his breath hitches on his throat, his eyes scanning over you. The way you did your hair this time gives him a different view of your neck and your shoulders, his eyes are glued to your clavicle as his mouth waters. "Good job, doll" he nods, licking his lips as his fingers slide from your jaw to your neck and all the way to your collarbone.

You are melting at his touch, his free hand coming to your waist to push you closer, groaning as he reaches for your neck and leaves a small peck. He takes you in, the softness of your skin and the sweet smell of your perfume.

Unfortunately, the phone rings, and is none other than Robby. He picks up, nodding and agreeing to everything the voice on the other side of the line says.

"We need to go," he says, worried, after hanging up and rushing you to the closet for some scrubs. "Mass casualty, they need us"

You don't roll your eyes, you run towards the space he made for you in his closet getting your scrubs. Changing was easy, your dress came off pretty smoothly and Jack cursed at whoever caused a disaster tonight that impeded having you in his hands.

"Don't-" he reaches for your wrist as you are about to take the pins off your hair. "You look good and it took a lot of work" he tilts his head, finding your gaze to lock it with his.

"They are going to-" You open your mouth, your words barely a whisper.

"Let them" Jack shakes his head. Kissing the inside of your wrist and dropping it softly to change his shoes.

When you get back to The Pitt, Robby stands his ground welcoming the night shift and the group that was off from the day shift. You and Jack arrive at the same time, your steps synchronized and quick.

"You guys arriving at the same time?" Robby asks, getting close to his friend to give him the primary emergency MD orange vest.

"Oh!" you glance at Jack. "Dr. Abbot, I haven't seen you in how long? Three days?"

You try to lie, but it isn't working.

"Just drop it, Doll" he shakes his head, putting the vest on. "He already knew I assume"

"Dana told me" Robby shrugs, his eyebrows rising. "You guys look cute, nice hair by the way"

"Thank you"

"It does look good, I like it on you" Jack whispers, fighting the urge to wrap you around his arms. "It suits you, it lets me see more of you"

"I might've taken it off, now you won't focus on the job" You shake your head, laughing as the soft pink comes to your cheeks.

"No, I got it" his smirk growing with each step he takes closer to you. "I’ll do the job and then fuck you 'til every pin comes off" Jack whispers in your ear, hard hand on your shoulder to keep you close.

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[everelore]

TWILIGHT (2008) dir. Catherine Hardwicke