" Eliana "

The Greeks had Socrates, y'all have me.

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I write fanfiction. My fav 2 write is Pope from animal kingdom.

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Hey so…

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You forgot something!

[shadeofpeach]

somedays I'm too sober to read smut fics

[xenos2189]

my little traumatized doctors I miss them

[pvrehalo]

after the storm.

summary: ursula arrives home from a long day at work, the house is quiet and tense. your child is already upstairs asleep, and you’re scrubbing furiously at the dishes. she wants to find out what happened and help you relax.

warnings: use of pet names, including honey, gorgeous etc. AFAB READER, she / her throughout. cunnilingus, strap sex, piv, sex.

wc: 1.4K

a/n: hi currently doing exams so i’m lowkey crammed with revision and stuff — also my depressive episodes decided it was a good time to come back so im really unmotivated rn but ill try my hardest to get fics out.

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The door opened quietly, not giving away Ursula’s arrival home.

What she expected was the loud squeals of her little girl playing with her toys, the sound of her wife giggling and playing along with the Barbie dolls they’d recently purchased her.

Though she was met with complete silence.

There wasn’t a single noise.

It was dead silent, other than the fact that Ursula could hear running water and aggressive scrubbing.

She slipped off her heels, shrugged off her coat and hung it on the hooks Titus had nailed in place for her, placed her briefcase by the shoe rack and made her way into the kitchen.

You were stood there, all lines of tension and stress. She could see your face in the reflection of the window, a furrow between your brows and jaw grit.

She approached slowly, soundlessly. Her tights-clad feet padding silently against the kitchen tiles.

Her arms slid around your waist, her nose gently nudging your jaw as she peppered loving kisses against the soft skin of your neck.

“Hi, honey.” She cooed soothingly, hands stroking up and down your hips beneath your clothes. “Why so tense?”

She felt as your shoulders drooped, your hands bright red from the heat of the water as you pulled them from the soapy dishwater.

“Just the kiddo playing up.” you huffed, “I love her but she can really be a stubborn pain in my ass when she wants to be.”

A low chuckle escaped Ursula’s throat and she nodded in agreement, “I wonder who she gets that from.”

Her teasing earned her a light slap on her upper arm and she gasped, rubbing her arm with a mocking pout as her eyes narrowed at you.

“I’m only teasing honey.. what happened with the kid?” she questioned, pressing a kiss to your temple and drawing you close. “Talk to me.”

You paused, anxiously chewing your inner cheek before deciding to open up.

“I just asked her to clean up the mess at the dining table from all her artsy stuff, I needed space to put down dinner.” you begin, the small frown returning. “she refused and so I asked politely but she lashed out and smacked me as she ‘wasn’t done yet’ according to her.”

You mumble, arms winding around ursula’s neck and seeking out comfort.

“I sent her to her room, but.. she kept screaming and fighting me so I lost my temper.” you admit. “I didn’t mean to, I just snapped and she ran off sobbing to her room.”

You play with the hair at the nape of Ursula’s neck, unable to meet her gaze out of guilt.

“Haven’t seen her since.. I feel like a fucking awful mother.”

You felt horrible, you probably should’ve checked on her. However, you were just so wound up.

“Oh, honey… it’s okay.” Ursula cooed, tilting your head up and placing a kiss on your lips. “We all get a little stressed out sometimes. It happens.”

She made sure she kept her voice low and soothing, not wanting to make you feel worse about snapping at your little one.

“She’ll get over it, snapping doesn’t make you any less of a mother.” Ursula just wanted to focus on you for now, there wasn’t anything she could do about the kid with her asleep right now.

“Come on, let me help you relax.” she crooned, tapping your thigh and you jumped up instinctively so she could carry you.

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Ursula had put you in the bedroom and gone to double check that the kid truly was asleep so she wouldn’t hear anything coming from your bedroom.

She closed the door behind her, stalking towards the bed and crawling over you.

“We’re all good.” She purred, leaning down to capture your lips against her own. “Kiddo’s asleep, so it’s just us now.”

She hums, kisses trailing from your mouth to your jaw.

She sucks at a particularly sensitive spot, leaving dark marks but they were in pretty hidden spots so the kiddo wouldn’t see them.

You breathe deeply, focusing on the sensation of ursula loving on you and trying to push down the guilt that gnawed at your chest.

She nipped at your collarbone, the bite harsh enough to bring your wandering thoughts back to her.

“Hey, you with me?” Ursula questioned, a small crease between her brows as she looked at you with worry filled eyes.

You nod hesitantly, flashing her a weak smile.

“Yeah, sorry. i’m here.” You place your hands on her shoulders, rubbing softly in a loving manner.

She rubbed your thigh and pressed her forehead down to yours, eyes closing as she took a second to just exist with you.

Ursula’s hand slid to begin removing your clothes, being as careful as she could. She knew how fragile you could be sometimes, you weren’t exactly the biggest fan of confrontation. Especially with your child.

She slowly slid down to settle between your thighs, pushing them open and leaning down to press a kiss against your mound.

“Tell me to stop if you need me to gorgeous.” She crooned, her tongue flicking out to tease your clit before she flattened her tongue and licked a slow stripe from your entrance to your clit.

She made sure to lavish your pussy with attention, working you up just so you’d be ready to take her strap in some time.

Your breath hitches as her mouth slants completely over your pussy and she works her middle and index finger slowly into your entrance.

“So wet for me honey..” she groans against your folds, her mouth wrapping around your clit and sucking harshly.

You let out a loud cry, legs squeezing around her head as you snap a hand over your mouth to quiet the noises leaving your lips… you wouldn’t wanna wake up your darling daughter and have this be cut short as a result of your own noises.

She continued to work her fingers, continuously hitting your g-spot as she worked.

“Mhm, feels good doesn’t it, my pretty girl?” she mumbles, voice muffled as she speaks into your pussy. “Come for me gorgeous, I know you’re nearly there.”

You let out soft whimpers, pushing your hand harder against your mouth as you cried weakly into your palm.

Your back bowed as she gave a particularly hard suck to your clit and twisted her fingers, your vision spotted at the corners as a bolt of white heat ran through you and the tight coil in your stomach snapped.

“God!” You wail, eyes screwing shut and chest heaving.

“Not God baby, just me.” She teases, slowly kissing her way back up your body.

“Haha, funny..” you pant, playfully pushing at her face with a lopsided grin plastered on your face.

“I know, hilarious aren’t I?” She rasped against your temple, carefully dragging the blunt head of the strap attached around her hips through your soaked folds.

You gave a little gasp and she smirked, “Feel good?”

You nodded as she notched the tip at your entrance, pushing into your pussy in one smooth thrust.

“Fuck…” you hiss, nails clawing down her back as your teeth sink into your lower lip.

Ursula was quick to set a steady rhythm, her hips smoothly snapping into you and the room was filled with the sounds of your moans and flesh slapping against flesh.

Ursula grunted, a light sheen of sweat coating her pale skin and she lifted your leg over her shoulder so she could get a deeper angle in your cunt.

The base of the strap was rubbing against her clit and she was getting close, but she’d always make sure you came first.

“Come on honey, come for me.” She grunted against your temple, and a choked moan left her throat. “Come on, I’ve got you.”

She drove in once again, and yet another orgasm washed over you as she ground the head of the strap against your g-spot.

Ursula soon joined you, the pair of you falling over the edge and just breathing heavily in silence as you both lay still.

“You okay, honey?” She breathed into your hairline after a moment of quiet, gently working the strap out of you and detaching it from around her hips.

“Never better.” You respond, eyes glassy with pleasure and she giggles at your dazed look.

“Mm, let me clean you up and then we’ll cuddle till we fall asleep.” She coos, holding you close. “Alright?”

You nod, melting into her arms and waiting patiently for her to get to work as you remained like jelly on the bed.

[popepout]

showing jack a meme or a video and you have to wait 2 whole minutes for him to get out his readers and put them on first #myoldman

[popeypuppy]

Animal kingdom genuinely has me fucked up

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𐔌 . Come Over ! ୧

Garcia x fem!Reader, Established FWB, Explicit Smut, Strap-on Sex, Face Riding / Queening, Rough Sex, Overstimulation, Deepthroating (strap), Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Drooling / Messy Sex, Porn NO PLOT WHATSOEVER, dom garcia, sub reader, age gap implied, lowk garcia giving mommy 🎀

After a long shift, Garcia texts you – you head straight to her apartment. What starts as heated making out quickly turns intense.

Wc: 3,005

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Your phone buzzed in your pocket halfway through updating charts at the end of a long shift.

Garcia: Come over. Door’s unlocked. Need you.

You stared at the message for half a second, heat already pooling low in your belly. You didn’t even hesitate. You finished your notes, clocked out, and drove straight to her apartment, heart beating faster with every mile.

When you reached her door, you knocked twice.

The door opened almost immediately.

Garcia didn’t give you time to say hello.

She grabbed the front of your scrub top and yanked you inside, slamming the door shut behind you and pushing you up against it in one smooth motion. Her mouth was on yours before you could even catch your breath – hot, hungry, and demanding.

She was wearing nothing but an oversized t shirt that barely reached the top of her thighs and a pair of delicate black lace panties. Her dark curls were loose and messy, lips already swollen like she’d been thinking about this for hours.

“Missed you,” she breathed between kisses, hands sliding under your scrub top, palms hot against your skin. “All fucking shift I kept thinking about your mouth.”

You moaned softly into the kiss, fingers threading through her hair as she pressed her body flush against yours. Her thigh slid between your legs, pressing up against you teasingly. The kiss turned filthy fast – tongues sliding, teeth grazing, her hands roaming possessively over your waist and hips.

Garcia pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark with want.

“Keep your clothes on,” she ordered, voice low and husky. “I want you just like this tonight.”

You nodded breathlessly, too turned on to argue.

She kissed you once more, hard and claiming, then grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the bedroom. The second you reached the bed, she turned and pushed you down so you were lying on your back with your head at the foot of the mattress, legs dangling off the edge.

Garcia climbed over you, straddling your face, her lace covered pussy hovering just above your mouth. She looked down at you with a wicked, hungry smile, one hand braced on the bed beside your head while the other reached down to pull her panties to the side, exposing her wet folds.

“Be a good girl and eat my pussy,” she murmured, voice thick with arousal. “Make me feel good, baby.”

She lowered herself onto your mouth without waiting for a reply.

The taste of her hit you immediately; warm, slick, and sweet. You moaned against her, tongue sliding eagerly through her folds, licking from her entrance up to her clit. Garcia let out a shaky breath, hips rolling slowly as she started riding your face.

“That’s it,” she praised, voice breathy. “Just like that. Use your tongue, baby. Fuck…you’re so good at this.”

You licked and sucked with everything you had, focusing on her clit, then pushing your tongue inside her when she ground down harder. Your hands came up to grip her thighs, holding her steady as she rocked against your mouth.

Garcia’s moans grew louder, her hips moving faster, chasing her pleasure. She kept one hand tangled in your hair, guiding you exactly where she wanted you.

“Look at you,” she groaned, looking down at your face between her thighs. “So fucking pretty with your mouth full of my pussy. Don’t stop, baby. Make me come on your tongue.”

You worked her harder, sucking on her clit and flicking your tongue just the way she liked. Her thighs started to tremble around your head, her breathing ragged.

“Fuck- right there- I’m so close-”

She came with a broken moan, hips jerking against your mouth as she rode out her orgasm. You kept licking her gently through it until she finally lifted herself off you, breathing hard, cheeks flushed.

Garcia looked down at you with dark, satisfied eyes, lips curved in a wicked smile.

“Good girl.” she whispered, leaning down to kiss you messily, tasting herself on your tongue.

Garcia pulled back from the kiss, breathing hard, lips shiny and eyes dark with heat. She looked down at you with a slow, predatory smile.

“My turn to make you feel good, baby,” she murmured, voice low and husky. “Stay right there.”

She climbed off the bed and disappeared into her closet for a moment. You sat up on your elbows, heart racing, still tasting her on your tongue. When she stepped back out, your breath caught.

She was still wearing the oversized t shirt that barely covered the tops of her thighs, but now a large, clear strap-on was buckled around her hips. The thick, realistic dildo gleamed under the low light. In her right hand, she held a small pink vibrator, already turning it on and off teasingly to test the settings.

You swallowed hard, heat flooding through your body at the sight.

Garcia walked over to you slowly, hips swaying, the strap bobbing with each step. She stopped right in front of you and cupped your face with one hand, thumb brushing over your swollen bottom lip.

“Look at you,” she whispered, voice full of affection and lust. “All flushed and needy for me.”

She leaned down and kissed you again, deep and filthy, tongue sliding against yours while her free hand slipped between your legs. Two fingers stroked through your soaked folds, making you whimper into her mouth.

“So wet already,” she praised against your lips. “Good girl.”

Before you could respond, she pushed you back onto the bed, climbing over you. She settled between your spread thighs, the thick strap resting heavy against your stomach as she kissed you harder. Her hand moved between your bodies, turning on the vibrator with a low buzz.

She pressed the vibrating toy firmly against your clit.

You gasped sharply, hips jerking up at the sudden intense stimulation. Garcia smiled against your mouth, holding the vibrator steady while she kissed you slow and deep.

“That’s it,” she murmured, voice sweet but commanding. “Feel how good that is? Let me hear you, baby.”

She rubbed the vibrator in slow, firm circles, watching your face intently as your moans grew louder. Every so often she dipped the toy lower, teasing your entrance before bringing it back up to your clit. The pleasure built fast, making your thighs tremble.

Garcia kissed down your neck, biting gently at the same spot she’d marked earlier, while she kept working the vibrator against you with perfect pressure.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” she whispered hotly against your skin. “All spread open for me, taking everything I give you.”

Garcia hovered over you, eyes dark and hungry, the thick clear strap-on resting heavy against your thigh while the vibrator buzzed steadily against your clit. You were still wearing your scrub pants, the thin fabric soaked through at the crotch from how turned on you were.

She smiled, slow and wicked.

“Still dressed,” she murmured, voice husky. “Cute.”

Without warning, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of your scrub pants and yanked them down roughly, dragging your panties with them in one swift motion. The cool air hit your soaked pussy, making you gasp. Garcia didn’t give you time to adjust. She grabbed your hips, flipped you onto your stomach, and pulled your hips up so you were on your knees with your chest pressed to the mattress.

“Ass up, baby.” she ordered, voice low and commanding.

You obeyed, arching your back for her. Garcia ran her hands possessively over your ass, spreading your cheeks so she could see how wet and needy you were. She let out a low groan of appreciation.

“Look at this pretty pussy,” she said, almost to herself. “So fucking wet for me already.”

She rubbed the thick head of the strap along your slit, coating it in your arousal, teasing your entrance without pushing in. You whimpered, pushing back against her, desperate for more.

Garcia chuckled darkly and pressed just the tip against your hole before pulling away again.

“You’re too tight for a dick this big, baby,” she teased, voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Even this wet, I’d split you open if I tried to fuck you right now. You need to be prepped first.”

She brought the thick strap closer to your face, tapping the head against your cheek.

“Open your mouth.”

You parted your lips obediently. Garcia slid the strap past them, feeding it slowly into your mouth.

“That’s my good girl,” she praised, one hand tangling in your hair. “Suck it. Get it nice and wet for me.”

She pushed deeper, guiding the strap toward the back of your throat. You relaxed your jaw and took as much as you could, drooling around the thick silicone as she started fucking your mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts.

“Fuck, look at you,” Garcia groaned, eyes fixed on your face. “Drooling all over my cock like a desperate little slut. So messy for me.”

She pushed a little deeper, holding you there until your eyes watered, then pulled back just enough for you to breathe before sliding in again. Saliva dripped down your chin, coating the strap and running onto the sheets. Garcia watched every second of it, breathing heavier, clearly turned on by how eagerly you took it.

“Good girl,” she murmured, voice thick with lust. “Just like that. Get it nice and sloppy so I can fuck this tight little pussy properly.”

She kept fucking your mouth for a long minute, deep and slow, praising you the entire time – telling you how pretty you looked choking on her strap, how wet you were making it, how good you were being for her.

When she finally pulled the strap out of your mouth, it was glistening with your saliva, strings of drool connecting it to your swollen lips. You were panting, face flushed, thighs trembling with need.

Garcia leaned down and kissed you messily, tasting herself on your tongue.

“Such a good girl,” she whispered against your lips. “Now let’s see how well you take me.”

Garcia didn’t give you any time to recover.

She grabbed your hips with both hands and yanked you back into position, pulling your ass up high so you were properly on all fours, chest pressed down against the mattress. Your face was buried in her sheets, back arched, pussy dripping and exposed for her.

“Ass up, baby,” she ordered, voice low and rough. “Let me see that pretty hole.”

You whimpered, obeying instantly, pushing your hips back toward her. Garcia rubbed the thick, slick head of the strap up and down your soaked folds, teasing your entrance before pulling away again.

“Please,” you whined, voice already breaking. “Garcia, please- I need it.”

She chuckled darkly and finally pushed inside you.

The stretch was intense. The thick strap split you open slowly, inch by inch, forcing your walls to part around its girth. You let out a long, desperate moan as she filled you completely, bottoming out with her hips flush against your ass.

“Fuck- it’s so big,” you whimpered, fingers twisting in the sheets. “Please move… I need you to move-”

Garcia groaned at how tightly you gripped her. “That’s it. Listen to how wet you are. This pussy is sucking me in so greedily.”

She started fucking you with deep, powerful thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Each stroke dragged deliciously against your sensitive walls, the thick head bumping against that perfect spot inside you over and over.

You were a whining, moaning mess beneath her.

“Garcia- oh god, please- harder,” you begged, pushing back against her desperately. “I need it harder, please-”

She gave you what you wanted.

Her hips snapped forward faster, fucking you with rough, punishing strokes. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, wet and filthy. Every thrust jolted through your body, making your breasts bounce and your voice crack.

“You’re taking me so deep, baby,” Garcia praised, voice strained as she pounded into you. “Feel that? Feel how full I’m making you? This tight little pussy is creaming all over my cock.”

Tears were slipping down your cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure. You were so close already, but every time you got near the edge, Garcia would slow down just enough to keep you desperate.

“Please- I’m so close,” you sobbed, voice high and whiny. “Please let me come, Garcia- I need it so bad- please-”

“Not yet,” she growled, spanking your ass hard. “You’re going to take what I give you.”

She fucked you even harder, the thick strap driving into you with brutal precision. The pressure built higher and higher until you were shaking, crying, and begging incoherently.

“Please- I can’t- I’m gonna come- please let me come‐!!”

Garcia finally took mercy on you. She reached around and rubbed your clit in fast, firm circles while slamming into you deep and hard.

“Come on my cock, baby,” she commanded. “Let me feel you fall apart.”

You came with a broken sob, walls clenching violently around the thick strap as pleasure crashed through you in heavy waves. Your legs shook uncontrollably, tears streaming down your face as you moaned her name over and over.

Garcia kept fucking you through it, drawing out every last pulse until you were whimpering and oversensitive.

“Good girl,” she praised, voice rough with satisfaction. “Such a good fucking girl for me.”

Garcia fucked you through your orgasm and well past it, the thick strap driving deep and relentless until your legs were shaking violently and your voice had gone hoarse from moaning.

You were a complete whimpering mess beneath her.

Tears streaked down your flushed cheeks. Your thighs trembled uncontrollably. Every thrust sent sparks of overwhelming pleasure/pain through your oversensitive body. You were so full, so raw, so completely used that you could barely form words anymore.

“Garcia-..please-.. too much-..” you whimpered brokenly, voice cracking.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Garcia slowed her thrusts and pulled the thick strap out of you with a wet, obscene sound. You collapsed onto the bed, legs still shaking, breathing hard, a pathetic little whine leaving your throat at the sudden emptiness.

Garcia leaned over you, brushing damp hair from your forehead, her own breathing ragged.

“You did so good for me, baby,” she praised softly, kissing your temple. “But now it’s your turn to make me cum.”

You nodded weakly, still catching your breath, legs trembling as you tried to push yourself up. “Okay…yeah. I want to.”

Garcia smiled, soft and hungry at the same time. She lay back against the pillows, pulling her oversized t shirt off in one smooth motion and tossing it aside. She was completely naked now, beautiful and flushed, her breasts full, nipples hard, thighs glistening with a mix of your wetness and her own.

You sat up on shaky knees, stripped off your own shirt, and crawled over to her. You settled half on top of her, head resting against her chest, one leg thrown over her thigh so you were straddling it. The skin of her thigh was already sticky and warm from the mess that had dripped from you earlier. You pressed your pussy against it instinctively, letting out a soft, needy sound at the contact.

Garcia’s hand stroked gently down your back. “That’s it, baby. Use my thigh if you need to. Just make me feel good.”

You nodded against her chest, spit on your fingers, and reached down between her legs. Your slick fingers rubbed slowly up and down her pussy, spreading her wetness, teasing her swollen clit with lazy circles. Garcia sighed happily, one hand threading through your hair.

You latched onto her breast, sucking gently on her nipple while your fingers continued their slow exploration. You slipped two fingers inside her, curling them gently, thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm while your thumb rubbed her clit.

At the same time, you started lazily humping against her thigh, grinding your soaked pussy against the warm, sticky skin. The friction felt so good after being fucked so hard, even if you were still sensitive.

Garcia moaned softly, hips rolling up to meet your fingers. “Mmm, just like that, baby. You’re doing so well. Sucking on my tit while you finger me…such a good girl.”

You whimpered around her nipple, sucking harder, flicking your tongue over the stiff peak while your fingers pumped deeper inside her. Your own hips moved in slow, lazy circles, rubbing your clit against her thigh, leaving a shiny trail of your arousal on her skin.

Garcia’s breathing grew heavier. Her hand tightened in your hair, holding you against her breast as her hips started moving more urgently against your hand.

“Fuck, baby…your fingers feel so good inside me,” she groaned. “Keep sucking- yeah, just like that. You’re gonna make me cum so hard if you keep going.”

You moaned against her skin, doubling your efforts. Your fingers curled and thrust faster, thumb rubbing tight circles on her clit while you ground yourself against her thigh with increasing need. The room filled with the wet sounds of your fingers pumping into her and the soft, desperate noises you both made.

Garcia’s thighs started to tremble around your hand. Her voice grew breathier, needier.

“Don’t stop- I’m so close- fuck, baby, you’re so good for me…”

You sucked harder on her nipple, fingers moving perfectly inside her until she finally came with a long, shuddering moan, walls clenching rhythmically around your fingers. Her hips jerked against your hand as she rode out her orgasm, thighs shaking, breath coming in heavy gasps.

You kept fingering her gently through it, still lazily humping her thigh until the aftershocks faded.

Garcia finally relaxed beneath you, pulling you up for a slow, deep kiss, tasting herself on your tongue.

“You’re perfect,” she whispered against your lips, voice soft and satisfied. “My perfect girl.”

You smiled tiredly, curling into her chest, completely spent and utterly content.

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do any other fanfic writers hate using an emdash in fear of being accused of using ai now? chatgpt infiltrating ao3 just makes me scared to use them anywhere that i publish my works now 💀.

[dearwalker]

Sunshine & midnight rain

Pairing: Michael Robinavitch x reader Word Count: 2.3k

Description: Robby has convinced himself that a lake house, his lifelong dream, would be wasted on a man with no free time and no one to share it with. You, a bright new resident, might be the person to finally make him believe he deserves it.

Tags/Warnings: grumpy x sunshine!reader, angst with comfort, robby has a mini crush on you, significant age gap implied, mentions of robby’s depression.

Note: The voices told me to write this so I did it. I was thinking about Robby’s conversation with Mohan on the last episode, and this is my way of giving him some comfort. Enjoy 🫶🏼

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7:42 a.m. 

Robby should probably be in Central 15, checking on that woman who fell off her bike. He should probably stop by Trauma 2 and find out whether Whitaker’s patient had been taken up to surgery yet. He should even make a pit stop in Pedes to check on the five month old boy Jack had specifically asked him to keep an eye on before his shift ended.

There are at least a dozen things he should be doing, and scrolling through real estate listings is not one of them. Yet here he is, leaning on the nurses station’s counter, readers on and phone in hand like there isn’t an entire department relying on him.

Thank God Dana wasn’t around to see him staring longingly at a lake house he has no business wanting. 

Robby swipes through the different pictures; wood walls with tall windows facing a dock surrounded by shimmering water. The place is huge, and having three bedrooms sounds great, but it’s a little overkill for a loner like him. 

He stares at the porch for a few seconds too long, picturing what it’d be like to sit there in the mornings with a cup of coffee, and maybe, just maybe, have someone who–

“Watcha doing?” 

A voice behind him makes him jolt. 

He straightens up, instinctively locking his phone and tilting it toward his chest in a way that’s definitely not suspicious. Before he can even turn around, you’ve already rounded the counter, scanning your badge on the computer beside him.

Robby lifts an eyebrow at you, almost impressed by how you manage to type with just one hand while updating a chart, as the other stays wrapped around a half empty cup with Dunkin Donuts’s logo. 

You’ve been spending way too much time around Shen during shift handover. 

“It’s uhh…private,” he says, clearing his throat. Seriously, Michael? 

“Why? Is it something inappropriate?” you tease, eyes still on the screen. “Seems a little early for it, Dr. Robby, but who am I to judge?” 

Robby just stares at you in silence as you sip from your straw, completely unbothered by the fact that you are alarmingly comfortable talking to him like he isn't the chief of the Emergency Department.

Which, depending on the day, it’s either refreshing or deeply concerning. Today…he’s okay with it. In the few months you’d worked there as a new resident, he’d gotten more used to, well, you.

You were young, bright and clearly still uncorrupted by the horrors of working in that department. He doesn’t understand his particular fondness of you, but he doesn’t question it either if he wishes to keep the little sanity he has left.

“How’s your patient in Central 15?” he asks, slipping his phone inside the pocket of his hoodie before crossing his arms over his chest in his typical Robby pose. 

“Oh, great! She needed five stitches on her lower leg,” you explain, setting your cup on the counter to type faster. “Honestly, she seemed more sad about the fact that her mesh flats got ruined than the laceration, but I’d like to think it taught her a lesson about proper riding attire.”

Robby is not sure if you mean that as a jab to him, but when you give him a not so subtle side eye, he has to keep the corners of his mouth from lifting. 

“Ah, well, what is it that you guys always say? A win is–”

“A win,” you finish for him with a grin. “I’ll handle the discharge papers as soon as I’m done with this.”

“Good. And your other patients?”

“Aliiive and kicking, baby,” you say in a sinsongy proud tone, completely unaware of the term you just slipped at the end. It’s not the first time it happens anyway. 

Robby just nods with a tight-lipped smile. 

Your focus settles completely on the chart after that, so he reaches for his phone–only to close the tab, of course–because apparently he’s now a nearly fifty year old man hiding real estate listings from people like he is looking at something illegal or, according to you, inappropriate.

His eyes get caught on the porch again, and he has to keep himself from letting out a pathetic sigh.

“Is that a lake house??” 

Robby closes his eyes, for one peaceful second, before opening them again to find you standing beside him like an excited puppy. You are closer than before, way closer, eyes shining bright with curiosity as you lean to look at his phone. 

“The place looks gorgeous,” you say. “Are you getting it?”

Robby glances down at the photo again, before shaking his head with a dry chuckle. 

“Just looking.”

You don’t seem taken aback, instead you shift closer to him, until you’re pretty much standing arm to arm. Robby just stares straight ahead at a random spot on the floor like that would somehow make him less aware of how close you were. 

It doesn’t. He can smell your perfume now, too sweet for a place like the ED, and it’s not helping.

“Can I see?” You ask, completely oblivious to his insides short circuiting.

NO. 

That’s the first answer that crosses Robby’s mind. No, I am not sharing my pathetic midlife crisis wish with a resident who was probably still in high school when I started losing sleep over whether my life was even worth it anymore.

Okay, maybe don’t say that out loud. Defeated, he slides the phone across the counter so you can see better. You take his phone with wide eyes, amazed at how beautiful the place really is. 

“It has a fire pit!” you say excitedly. “Did you see that?”

“Mhm, I saw.”

“And did you see the kitchen? It’s so lovely.”

“I also saw the kitchen.”

“Look at the slanted ceilings and the big windows facing the lake! Dr. Robby, this is so cute,” you beam, like this is you getting such a beautiful property. “Aww, there’s even ducks in the lake, look!” 

He can’t help but smile, you’re practically buzzing next to him. “It’s a nice place,” he agrees. 

Robby watches you go through the dozens of pictures and zoom in on every detail, commenting on how cozy every single room looked. He found himself smiling wider by the time you reached the last photo. 

“What’s stopping you from getting it?” You ask, half turning to him. 

Robby has to lean his head back a little, since you don’t seem to realize how close you two are right now. One slip, and he’d be crashing against your lips face. He ignores the way Princess and Perlah mutter something behind him, as your question lingers in the air.  

He actually appreciates it, because you make it sound like him eyeing a lake house is not some embarrassing fantasy. Like it’s not ridiculous that a tired man like him, who had spent too much of his life between cold hospital walls might want somewhere quiet to go, even if he has no one to share it with. 

Which is funny, cause that’s the very thing that’s stopping him. 

Robby could say it’s about money, but everyone knows that attending salary is more than enough. He could say timing, but the older he gets the more it makes sense for him to look for a quiet place to settle down. He could say work, practicality, maintenance or even some bullshit about property taxes. 

All of those would be easier than the truth: that every time he looks at the photos, he sees a life he had not managed to build. 

The life he once dreamed of.

Having someone dancing barefoot with him in that kitchen. Kids running down that dock with a towel around their shoulders. Coffee for two on the porch at sunrise because he’s an early bird. Moments of unscripted happiness in rooms that aren’t illuminated by harsh fluorescent lights, but by the warm embers of a cozy fireplace. 

That he wanted a place for holidays and weekend getaways. A family that loved and admired him. A life that didn’t make him feel like a failure.

He had spent years telling himself there would be time to have all of that.

There would be time after med school. Then after his residency, or after his next promotion. Then maybe after he had more experience running the department. And then and then and then…one day he looked up and realized time had not waited for him.

He came home to no one. He woke up only to look forward to when he got to close his eyes again. He had nothing more than a bank account filled with money that couldn’t buy him good mental health or happiness.

And now he was standing at the nurse hub, looking at a lake house like it could fill the void he feels inside every single day of his miserable life. 

“...Hello?” 

Your sweet voice snaps him out of his thoughts, as you playfully nudge his arm with your shoulder. It feels like a ray of sunshine in the middle of his midnight storm. And he’s not sure if he even deserves it. 

“I don’t get much free time,” he finally says, managing to keep his tone casual. “I probably wouldn’t use it enough to justify it.” 

That’s a way of putting it, because you look at him like that is the least convincing thing he has ever said. You put his phone down, and pull out yours to type something in it. 

“It’s only an hour away,” you say after a few seconds.

“What?”

You raise your phone to him, showing him a google maps route with the address on the listing. “See? It says one hour and seven minutes with traffic. Probably less if you leave early.”

He stares at the screen, and it sure is. He hadn't even noticed the house was indeed not as far as he’d imagined.

“...Right,” he says. 

He could make it in even less time if he went on his bike. 

“You get every other weekend off, right?” You continue, getting an amused laugh from him.

“When the department isn’t falling apart,” he says.

“So…every other weekend,” you insist. 

“That’s very generous of you to say, but yes, probably.”

“Then you could go,” you say simply. Like his life could be simple. “You don’t have to stay a whole week to enjoy it. You could literally ride there Saturday morning–wearing a helmet, of course–then sit on that dock, and drink coffee while you stare at the water like a sad old man, and then come back Sunday night after fishing all day or whatever you do at a lake house.” 

“A sad old man?” he repeats, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

“You have that vibe,” you shrug, reaching out for your drink again. He raises his eyebrows in amusement at you. “Respectfully,” you add, sipping from the straw. 

A raspy laugh escapes him before he can help it. Princess mutters something again, and Robby side eyes her before clearing his throat, looking back at the listing. 

You smile to yourself and return to the computer. 

He probably should’ve dropped it there and go do his fucking job, but as he stares at that damned porch again, words escape him before he can stop himself. 

“It’s not really the kind of place you buy just to sit in alone, though,” he says.

You stop typing when you hear it, and Robby regrets it immediately. But before he can dig a hole in the ground to bury his head in, you turn to him, and it’s not pity that looks back at him…but softness. Understanding.

Thank God. 

“Well, you have plenty of friends here. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind being invited,” you say with a bright smile that makes his heart ache. 

For a second he’d expected you to make fun about him, but you had taken his lonely little confession and placed it somewhere safe. 

Friends. 

Maybe if he squinted he could see it: his colleagues at a barbecue by the lake. Jack flipping burgers, Mckay with her son by the water, Princess “getting a tan” and Dana probably staying in a cozy corner inside reading a book. 

He’d also invite Whitaker and Santos, and maybe Javadi would want to come too. Then you would have your friends there as well. Because…he’d want you there, of course. Not that he would only invite the others just so that you come–okay, he needs to stop stressing over the hypothetical guests list of his hypothetical lake house. Besides, you probably wouldn't even want to waste your sacred weekend spending more time with people from the hospital. 

Or with…him. The sad old man.  

At least Jack wouldn't say no. It’s not the main vision he had but the listing didn’t say anything about the house coming with a white picket fence family included, so his brother would have to do. 

“Oh shoot, gotta go,” you suddenly gasp beside him, checking some labs on the computer.

“What happened?” He asks, stepping behind you so he can see the screen too. 

“Just got the results from my teenager on triage. No wonder he couldn’t stop sweating, his potassium came back lower than I expected,” you explain, already logging out the computer. 

If Robby hadn’t stepped back in that second, your back would’ve collided with his chest.

“I’m checking on him, gotta keep them alive and kicking, boss,” you say with a two finger salute. 

Robby hums in amusement, watching you drop the empty cup in the trashcan and walking away toward triage. He forces himself to look back down at his phone, and the stupid lake house stares up at him.

Cozy, beautiful…out of reach. 

Just like you. 

Or maybe not, because when he locks his phone and looks up, you’re sprinting back toward the nurse station like you forgot something. Your sneakers come to halt on the other side of the counter, planting your hands on it. 

“For the record, I wouldn’t mind either, Dr. Robby,” you say, a little agitated, but smiling at him bright and shameless and maddeningly sweet. 

“...You wouldn’t mind what?” He asks, narrowing his eyes.

“Being invited,” you say casually, before turning around and leaving again before he could even think what to respond. 

Robby stands in the middle of the central hub, smiling like an absolute idiot. He turns to Perlah and Princess–who both do their own versions of “we weren’t eavesdropping” casual whistling–and gives them an unimpressed look before leaving.

He makes his way toward Pedes, already dialing the listing’s number with a smile on his face.

Thank you so much for reading! It’s my first time writing Robby 🤭 feedback is always appreciated 🤍

[pvrehalo]

teach me to need you.

summary: reader is the eldest daughter in her family + a glass child, she’s always been hyper independent because of her upbringing. however, ursula wants to change that and teach her lover to rely on her for things more.

warnings: brief mentions of sex, swearing, one use of YN… i don’t think there’s anything else.

wc: 873

a/n: i’m so sleepy writing this but whatever we ball, also sorry the fics have had a lower wc ive been so uninspired lately.

masterlist!

Ursula and you had not long finished having sex after going at it for hours.

It wasn’t uncommon for the pair of you to share intimate evenings. You were so in love with one another that it made the other members of the Danforth household sick.

Titus especially.

Right now, Ursula was in the bathroom, gathering things to begin cleaning you up after having insisted she be the one to do it. She’d gone especially hard on you in order to release her stress from a business meeting that had gone poorly.

However, you hadn’t listened at all. You never did.

When Ursula came back in with a hot towel in hand, you were up and out of bed. You were actively stripping the sheets, and replacing them with fresh ones.

“I thought I told you to stay in bed.”

Ursula’s voice was low. She stood in the doorway with her head cocked slightly, her gaze narrowing at you as she placed the towel down on the bathroom counter near her.

“I would’ve done that if you’d waited.”

She grumbled, stepping towards you as you stood on shaky legs, continuing to remake the bed with the fresh sheets.

“It’s fine. I can do it myself. I don’t need your help,” you murmured in response, sliding the pillowcases over your pillows before fluffing them up.

Ursula raised an eyebrow, her jaw tightening with frustration.

She loved you dearly, but you really could be a pain in her backside when you wanted to be.

“I know you can do it, darling,” Ursula huffed, rounding the bed and standing behind you, her chest almost pressed to your back. “But just because you can doesn’t mean you should have to.”

She let out a soft breath against your neck, gently prying the pillow from your hands and tossing it onto the bed.

You let out a small groan in response. You’d had this conversation so many times. She could never see your side, and you couldn’t see hers either.

“I’m not a baby. I can take care of myself,” you huffed angrily, reaching for the pillow she’d just taken.

“I don’t think you’re a baby,” Ursula responded quickly, taking the pillow again and placing it on the bed. “However, I enjoy taking care of you.”

She murmured against your neck as she lowered her head, and you crossed your arms, letting out an irritated huff.

“Yeah, sure,” you muttered back. “That’s why you try to do absolutely everything for me.”

Your jaw tightened, eyes narrowing as you glared at a pillow on the bed as if it had personally offended you.

“Y/N.” Ursula didn’t snap, but her voice was firm, enough to make you fall silent. “I want to take care of you because I love you, not because I think you’re incapable.”

Her tone left no room for doubt. She wasn’t going to let you believe anything else other than the facts she spoke.

“I know you can take care of yourself, you’ve been doing it your whole life. Which is exactly why I want you to stop for a few moments and allow me to take over for a while.”

She continued, her hands moving to gently squeeze yours.

“I went too hard on you tonight, darling. Just please relax. Let me do something for you. You’ve given me so much… let me start teaching you how to rely on me. Please.”

Her pleading tone, mixed with the way she affectionately rubbed your knuckles, softened you instantly. You were always going to lose when it came to her affection.

“Okay… just this once.”

You gave in, your chest aching as she guided you to turn around in her arms and pressed a slow, languid kiss to your lips.

“Thank you. You won’t regret it, I promise.”

[celinethefeline]

[abbotgirl]

My fave Shawn car selfie 😍🥵😮‍💨

[nooz0arts]

I'm back again! I was so inactive on here. Anyways, the Pitt fever got me. Here's Jack Abbot ❤️🫶🔥

[systemfailuretxt]

𐔌 . Bday night ! ୧

Tags: stepcest, non-con, rough explicit smut, Voyeurism, Gagging w panties, power imbalance, dark taboo fic! READER BEWARE. 18+!!!!!!!!

It’s your 22nd birthday. After disappointing sex with your boyfriend, he leaves you alone and frustrated in your room with the door cracked open. Your stepfather Pope, who secretly watched the entire thing, waits until the house is quiet before sneaking into your room.

Wc: 1,364

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Your 22nd birthday had been loud, chaotic, and exhausting in the best and worst ways. Friends had filled the house with laughter, music, and too much cheap wine. By the time the last guest left, you were tired but still riding a slight buzz. Your boyfriend had stayed over like he promised, and the two of you had slipped away to your bedroom for what you hoped would be a good end to the night.

It wasn’t.

He had been eager at first, kissing you sloppily and pulling your clothes off quickly. But once he got inside you, it was over too fast. A few clumsy thrusts, a groan, and he was done. He rolled off you almost immediately, muttered something about having an early shift, and started getting dressed. Within minutes he was gone, leaving you alone in your bed, still aching and unsatisfied.

You lay there on your back, staring at the ceiling, legs still slightly spread. The disappointment sat heavy in your chest. You hadn’t even come close to finishing. The bedroom door had been left cracked open in his rush to leave, but you were too frustrated to get up and close it.

What you didn’t know was that Pope had been standing silently in the dark hallway the entire time, watching through the narrow gap.

He had seen everything – the way your face twisted with frustration when your boyfriend finished and immediately lost interest, the way you lay there afterward, clearly still needy and frustrated. The sight had stirred something dark and possessive in him.

Pope waited until the house grew completely quiet. He waited until your breathing had evened out into sleep. Then, long after midnight, he quietly pushed your bedroom door open and slipped inside.

The room was dimly lit by moonlight filtering through the thin curtains. You were lying on your back in nothing but an oversized t shirt and a pair of soft pink panties, the sheets kicked down to your waist. Your legs were slightly parted, one arm resting above your head.

Pope stood at the foot of the bed for a long moment, just watching you. His cock was already hard, straining painfully against his sweatpants. The frustration he had felt earlier while watching you with your boyfriend had turned into a deep, burning need.

He moved silently. He reached down and hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down your legs and off completely. He held the soft fabric in his hand for a second before setting them on the pillow near your head.

Then he pushed your legs apart, climbed between them, and freed his thick, heavy cock from his sweatpants. He rubbed the swollen head up and down your folds, feeling how wet you still were from earlier.

Without any warning, he lined himself up and pushed inside you in one long, hard thrust, burying his cock to the hilt in your tight pussy.

Your eyes snapped open instantly. A sharp, shocked gasp tore from your throat as the sudden stretch and fullness jolted you awake. Your hands flew to his shoulders, pushing weakly.

“Pope-!” you choked out, voice hoarse with sleep and disbelief.

Before you could say anything more, he grabbed your discarded pink panties and roughly shoved them into your mouth, muffling your cry.

“Shh,” he whispered, voice low and dangerous. “Be quiet, sweetheart.”

Your eyes were wide with shock as he started fucking you. His thrusts were deep and powerful from the very first stroke, hips snapping forward with brutal force. The bed creaked loudly beneath you as he drove his thick cock into your pussy again and again, stretching you open around his girth.

You were too stunned to fight back. Your body was still half asleep, your mind reeling from the sudden realization that your stepfather was inside you. All you could do was whimper and moan around the panties stuffed in your mouth, your hands clutching desperately at his shoulders and the sheets.

Pope gripped your hips tightly, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he pulled you down onto his cock with every thrust.

“Been watching you all night,” he growled, voice rough and low. “Saw how disappointed you looked when that pathetic boy finished and left you hanging like a needy little slut. You needed a real man to fuck you properly on your birthday, didn’t you?”

He fucked you harder, the wet, obscene sound of his thick cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy filling the dark room. Your muffled moans vibrated against the fabric in your mouth as he railed you.

“Look at this tight little cunt,” he muttered, staring down at where his cock disappeared inside you. “So fucking wet for me already. You were aching for it, weren’t you? Needed Daddy to come in here and take what he wanted.”

He leaned down, pushing your legs wider apart as he drove even deeper. The new angle let him hit that sensitive spot inside you with every brutal thrust. Your eyes rolled back, tears of overwhelming sensation pricking at the corners.

Pope reached between your bodies and rubbed your clit with rough, fast circles while he continued pounding into you.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Take Daddy’s cock like a good girl. This pussy belongs to me now. Not that useless boy. Me.”

He fucked you relentlessly for a long time, hips snapping forward with deep, punishing strokes. The bedframe banged rhythmically against the wall. Your breasts bounced under the thin t shirt with every thrust. He suddenly pushed the shirt up, exposing your tits, and leaned down to suck hard on one nipple, biting down just enough to make you cry out around the panties.

You were a moaning, overwhelmed mess beneath him. The initial shock had melted into pure, intense sensation. Your body responded even though your mind was still spinning.

Pope suddenly pulled out, flipped you onto your stomach, and yanked your hips up so you were on your knees with your face pressed into the pillow. He slammed back inside you from behind, fucking you even harder in this position. One hand fisted in your hair, pulling your head back slightly, while the other kept the panties firmly stuffed in your mouth.

“Such a dirty little girl,” he growled, moving his hand from your mouth, spanking your ass hard. The sharp smack echoed in the room. “Letting your stepdad fuck you raw while your boyfriend is gone. You like this, don’t you? Like getting used like a little slut on your birthday.”

He railed you mercilessly, hips slapping against your ass with every deep thrust. His hand came around to rub your clit again, faster and rougher this time, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

You came hard, your pussy clenching tight around his cock as powerful waves of pleasure crashed through you. Your whole body shook violently, muffled cries vibrating against the panties in your mouth as you came.

Pope groaned loudly and fucked you through it, his thrusts becoming erratic and desperate. A few moments later he buried himself as deep as possible and came with a low, guttural moan. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your pussy, pulse after pulse filling you until it started leaking out around his cock.

He stayed buried inside you for a long time afterward, breathing heavily against your back, his cock still twitching with aftershocks.

Finally, he slowly pulled out, watching his cum drip from your used, swollen pussy. He gently removed the panties from your mouth and brushed your hair out of your sweaty face.

You lay there panting, body trembling, completely overwhelmed and unable to speak.

Pope leaned down and pressed a surprisingly soft kiss to your temple.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart” he whispered.

He pulled the sheets over your exhausted body, stood up, and quietly left the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

You stared at the ceiling in the dark, heart still racing, your stepfather’s cum slowly leaking down your thighs.

The shock was still there.

But so was the lingering heat of the most intense orgasm you’d ever experienced.

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[systemfailuretxt]

𐔌 . Little Freak ! ୧

Tags: no cw, fluff, gen neu! reader! Pope x reader, oneshot, short story, flirting!

You've been obsessed with Labubu for weeks, constantly talking about the cute little monster. Pope has no idea what you're going on about and doesn't bother looking it up.

A/N: inspo for this funny post is at the bottom ^_^

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You had been talking about it for weeks.

Labubu this, Labubu that. Every time you two were together, whether you were cuddling on the couch, driving along the coast, or even when Pope was trying to quietly watch TV, you would suddenly light up and start rambling about "the cutest little monster ever" and how you needed one so badly.

Pope had no idea what the hell a Labubu was.

He heard the word enough times that it started to sound like nonsense in his head. Some kind of trendy doll? A keychain? A plushie? He honestly couldn’t tell from the way you described it – something about big eyes, sharp little teeth, and "the most adorable creepy aura." Every time you brought it up, he would just grunt or nod, letting you talk while he zoned out. He wasn’t about to go Googling that shit. If you really wanted it, he figured you’d just buy it yourself.

One lazy Sunday afternoon, Pope had finally passed out on the couch for a nap. He was lying on his back, one arm draped over his eyes, breathing slow and deep after a long week. The apartment was quiet except for the distant sound of waves.

He was jolted awake when something small, plastic, and slightly terrifying was suddenly shoved right in front of his face.

"Pope! Look!"

His eyes flew open. Inches from his nose was a little monster with huge glossy eyes, pointy ears, and a row of tiny sharp teeth frozen in a permanent mischievous grin. It dangled from a chain, swinging gently.

Pope jerked his head back, blinking hard. "What the fuck-"

You were kneeling on the couch beside him, practically vibrating with excitement, holding the little creature up like it was the greatest treasure in the world.

"It’s my Labubu!" you announced proudly, eyes sparkling. "I finally got the one I wanted! Isn’t he so cute?"

Pope stared at the little freak for a long moment, still half asleep and deeply confused. The thing had big, unblinking eyes and looked like it belonged in a horror movie, not on someone’s keychain.

He slowly sat up, rubbing a hand over his face.

"That’s…what a Labubu is?" he asked, voice rough from sleep. His eyes narrowed at the little monster. "All this time you’ve been going on and on about some weird little gremlin with teeth?"

You nodded enthusiastically, making the Labubu bounce on its chain. "Yeah! See? He’s perfect. He’s supposed to be a little monster companion. I’m gonna put him on my bag so he can come everywhere with me."

Pope looked from the Labubu to you, then back to the Labubu again.

He let out a low, tired chuckle and shook his head.

"If you wanted a little freak you can carry around on a chain…" He reached out, grabbed the front of your shirt, and gently tugged you closer until your face was inches from his. His voice dropped into that quiet, gravelly tone you loved. "…I was here the whole time."

Your eyes widened, then you burst out laughing, cheeks heating up.

"Pope!" you squeaked, half embarrassed, half delighted.

He didn’t let go of your shirt. Instead, he smirked – that rare, crooked little smirk he only gave you, and leaned in until his forehead rested against yours.

"Keep your weird little monster," he muttered, voice warm. "But if you start talking to it more than me, I’m throwing it in the ocean."

You giggled and held the Labubu up between you two like it was listening.

"Don’t worry, he’s just my emotional support gremlin," you teased. "You’re still my favorite."

Pope rolled his eyes, but his hand slid around your waist, pulling you properly into his lap.

"Yeah, yeah," he grumbled, pressing a slow kiss to your temple. "Better be."

He glanced at the Labubu one more time, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Little freak.." he muttered under his breath.

You smiled and hugged the tiny monster to your chest, feeling warm and happy as Pope’s arms wrapped around you.

Your two favorite little monsters, one plastic and one very much real. ♡

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[systemfailuretxt]

Trans boy whitaker.. #needthat