A/N: i had fun writing this! I hope you guys enjoyyy :P were just gonna act like this fic has had a name the whole time and i didnt just pull it out of my ass 😭😭 oh and abbot's and readers relationship is up to you... me personally... i think abbot likes reader a little, and we all know how posessive he is. i think he tells reader to stay away from park mainly because he knows park likes them and he just cant have you around park at all. also i dont know if it's obvious but i am writing abbot with a slight undertone of manipulation and controlling wtv... okay bye love yall
Pairing: Brendon Park x shy/fawn-like!reader, idk i forgot
Part one
You got lucky. Real lucky.
Abbot came to your rescue. “Hey, Bambi,” he mutters. You lock eyes with Park again on accident before turning towards Abbot. His hand happens to brush your arm; a gentle gesture that shows he knows. Park slowly continued whatever path he was on. “Give me a hand, would ya?” You give Abbot a subtle “Thank you,” look before he pulls you into a nearby hall.
Thank God for that.
Abbot crosses his arms as he raises a brow. “I saw Santos run off, why didn't you go with her?” He asks bluntly. You shrug; you really don't know why you froze. Were you scared, or were you captivated by this so-called madman? God forbid, God fucking forbid.
You hear the pit-pat of footsteps and turn your head away from Abbot, but he holds eye contact just until Santos lets her words spill – some half-assed apology for leaving you in the predator's den. She's not sorry for bolting, she's sorry because she knows.
She knows that you're absolutely fucked, now.
Now – you are working right beside him; Park. You're only here because Robby, your attending, dragged you in here. You protested; of course you protested. You spotted Park in here before Robby even mentioned it – you could sense him, almost.
That's where you are physically. Mentally, you're stuck replaying how he's brushed his hand against yours six times already. His hands were rough and very clearly bigger than yours – it's kind of hard to just brush past that; and also the fact that you can feel his eyes boring into you. Even before you stepped into the room– before you spotted him; you felt this light, intense pressure on you.
The patient stabilizes, thanks to Robby. You look up at him, and you dare to glance at Park – he was looking at you first. You look away immediately; not at Robby, not really at anything specific. Robby's lips press into a flat line as he watches Park cross his arms and open his mouth with that know-it-all look. You saw Robby's expression in your peripheral, and tilted your head up to make eye contact with Park.
“Where did you learn that, Bambi?” He sounds mad – he's never spoken to you before. Only ever waited and watched from across the room; preying on you. He had to have been, because only Abbot calls you that. You stare up at him awkwardly – fuck, where did all the words go? “Uh, learn what- exactly, Dr. Park?” You glance off to the side at Robby who is leaving the room; head down with a pitiful look displayed for only you. Damn you, Robby. Park follows your eyes to Robby, like it just clicked to him that you guys are alone– yet, he remains stoic. The big, bad shark cornering someone too docile.
Your eyes snap back to his at the same time his snap back to yours. “You performed a fem-distal bypass too good.” The words shoot off his tongue like an insult, and they almost sting until you realize what he really said – the shark is complimenting you. He watches your face, waiting for something, anything really.
You can feel the raw, burning sensation in your skin from you picking at the corner of your thumb. Park watches as you nearly back into the wall instead of out the door; muttering “Sorry,” and something along the lines of “I– I think Abbot is paging me,” before you turn and bolt out the room. Just like before, you can feel his eyes boring into you.
Except you feel his disappointment seeping through your spine – your spine that you wish he'd bend, twist, and tangle until you can't run from him next time.
And if that’s what it takes, that's exactly what he'll do. He’ll take his strong jaw and rip you to shreds; rip you until he can't any more and you're sorry for what he did.
Tags | 18+, MDNI, heat, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, longer than it was supposed to be, crying, lots of it
2.5k words | Masterlist | Johnny | Kyle | John
It’s hot.
And not in the way that happens during the summer heat, when you bask in the sun with globs of sweat coating your neck and chest, a popsicle pressed to your lips.
You stripped bare long ago, threw the thick duvet onto your floor before you even attempted to sleep.
Everything aches, like you need to claw at the seams holding your limbs together to find any sense of relief. Unravel your threads haphazardly to release all the nerves pulsing under your skin. Nothing’s enough. Your attempts are futile, nothing assuages the heat— if you can even call it that.
A heat that’s brutal, ruthless in its demand. Scalding painfully in your core because it’s empty— because you’re empty.
Your face is pressed to your sheets, ass in the air, restlessly pushing deeper into the mattress just to turn to your cheek, smothering the sides of your face in agony. Sweaty and drenched between your legs, an embarrassing amount of slick dripping down your thighs.
Your whimpers are muffled against the cotton fabric, but Simon’s never been a deep sleeper to begin with. The noises are quiet, frail, but they’re torn from your chest like it hurts. Broken and weak sobs.
It does hurt, biology forcing you through something cruel. Insistent in its need.
All you can think about is the four men you owe a debt to. Shame radiates through your chest like a fire, even more tears welling in your lashes because it’s wrong. Betraying their trust by thinking of them in such a filthy way, pussy clenching as you imagine them burying their cocks in you. Fuck your ache away.
Simon stands at the doorway of your room, looming in the dark, clinging to the shadows like an apparition, stalking its prey. He watches your fingers, delving between the swollen folds of your pussy. Your movements are messy and amateur, swiping against the bulb of your clit like that might appease the throbbing in your womb.
It doesn’t. Never had any real glimmer of hope that your fingers would. They never do.
It’s been several months since John caught you stealing their crops, but Simon’s never seen you like this. You don’t even notice when he walks into your room, too preoccupied with sliding your small fingers into your cunt. He’s certain he’s never even heard you touch yourself the entire time— he’s been listening, waiting.
An innocent thing.
The only time your poor pussy’s been touched was when John punished you for stealing the other farmers' fruit or when one of the four perverted men you’ve found yourself in the grasp of has cupped it in passing.
Maybe they should’ve prepared you for this, shouldn’t have teased you for so long. Maybe then it wouldn’t have gotten to this point.
“Doin’ it wrong.” His voice is loud in comparison to the squelching of your pussy.
It sends chills down your back, sweaty spine straightening out as you sit back on your heels, peering at him over your shoulder. Your cheeks shine through the moonlight, wet and glistening with tears, pupils dilated so wide there’s only a thin ring of iris.
“Simon.” It’s barely a whisper.
Your breaths falter as he approaches, eyes glued to his every movement, dropping to the waistband of his sweats, mapping out the shape of his cock like you can taste it on your gums. An unfamiliar desire painted across your face.
That’s when he realizes, their poor doe is in heat. Too timid to climb into one of their beds, couldn’t muster the courage to ask them for help.
He stops at your side, staring down at you. “Why didn’t you ge’ John.”
He says it so casually, like he didn’t just find you with your fingers in your cunt. You want John, you want him, but you didn’t trust yourself enough to walk down the hall without slipping to your knees and begging for anyone to come and take you.
“I’m- I’m okay.” It’s a lie and you both know it. If you were okay your eyes wouldn’t flutter, lips pinched tight to conceal the whimper you make when he brushes your jaw with his thumb. “Didn’t want to bother.”
“I’ll go ge’ John.”
You look at him like he ripped your heart out, eyes glassy. “No! No, please don’t leave me.”
You know you shouldn’t beg him to stay, but just the sight of him has your deer keening, pussy clenching around nothing. One of your mates here to fuck you dumb.
“He’ll be upset.”
“So will Johnny.”
That makes his lips quirk, cupping the back of your neck. “Too bad I found you first.”
Prey and predator.
Deer and wolf.
You nod, the best you can in his hold, fidgeting your knees as you agree pathetically. Some deep primal part of you purring alive at the notion. Your deer chanting something sick and twisted— Yes! You found me! Capture me and take me as yours!
And Simon just can’t leave such a sweet thing in distress can he? He deserves to indulge in his find.
He leans close to your face, breathes fanning across your cheeks, makes all the air his. Your mind spins even more at the proximity, inhaling the warm air he breathes like a drug.
“Tell me where it hurts, sweet’eart.”
He runs his free hand down your chest, watches you arch into his fingers like his touch sparks a livewire against your skin.
“Here?” He brushes a thumb over your nipple, tilts his head with mock sympathy, gaze focused on your face.
You stare up at him with big doe eyes, lashes clumped together from your tears, hanging on to every word he says like you might fall from his grasp. It’s hard not to be predatory when you look like that, innocent and fragile, so easy to break. It’s why they kept you around for so long.
He knows they’re sore, he had them between his teeth hours ago, your smaller body squirming in his lap while he made you ride his thigh.
The noise you make after is pitiful, held ironclad between your pinched lip. He trails lower, eyes still on you, fingers at your nape, forcing you to look back instead of watching his hand descend your body.
“Here?” He cups your pussy, palm engulfing the entirety.
Your hand flies over your mouth, attempting to strangle your gasp silent. The slight touch already shooting waves of pleasure straight up your core.
“Tell me, fawn. D’ya need me to make you feel better?” He finishes his statement by rolling his palm against your clit.
You jolt forward, almost knocking into his forehead. “Fuck- yeah. Yes, Simon.”
A lapse in judgment makes him think he should get John, someone a little softer than him for your first time. Someone who doesn’t have you dangling from the string tethered to his palm. Someone who’ll be a little sweeter than him, more akin to a bear than a wolf. Though, he supposes both eat deer for dinner.
None of it matters, not when you follow the silence with such a sweet plea. And how can any sane man resist that? He thinks he’ll be selfish this time, sink his teeth into your tender meat until you bleed. He’ll deal with the consequences later, John will thank him for stretching you out, keeping you nice and warm for him.
“Look who found their voice.”
His lips crash onto yours, a little too much teeth, a little too much grit. Sucks the remaining breath straight out of your lungs, leaves you with nothing but a craving for more. Mind reeling, world tilting as everything becomes hazy.
He likes it like that, when you put your dependency in his palm. Looking at him like you don’t know what will happen next, a life raft he might tear from under your feet and leave you to drown.
He never does though, always lets you come back for air just to pull you under again in one full swoop.
One finger slides into your cunt and the face you make is worth it all; brows tight, lips parting in shock. There’s no resistance, tender walls taking his digit to the hilt, but he can’t help thinking that if it wasn’t for the obscene amount of slick rushing out of your walls it wouldn’t be as easy.
Any thought you can muster is short-wired, repeatedly tripping on fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck. One finger already feels so much better, thick knuckle scraping against the ridges of your pussy that you can’t seem to reach. Thick, deft fingers that you’ve stared at in passing, fleeting glances that made your belly swoop. Pit of your stomach burning alive whenever he would touch you, legs sticky in his presence.
And now he’s got his mouth on yours, grip on your neck, fingers in your pussy—mind pooling in your skull when one digit becomes two. The second one makes you moan against Simon’s teeth, eyes widening at the sudden stretch.
Still, your hips betray you, grinding against the palm of his hand as you try to push away in the same breath. It’s everything you need and too much at the same time. The stretch makes your deer kneel in satisfaction, but rut for more, more, more.
It takes him less than two strokes to find the tender spot in your pussy, only three to have you toeing the brink. You stagger forward, dainty hands wrapping around his bicep, clawing into his skin until it turns pink when the rough pads of his fingers work at your engorged clit.
Your first orgasm comes embarrassingly quick, burying your face against his arm as the pleasure lasts less than seconds. It lacks any relief or reward, your body still thrumming with need, demanding something more.
Your second orgasm lasts longer, slightly so, but the persistent ache remains. Like an entity that refuses to let go until you feed it what it wants. It makes you sob, wrecking tears against his arm because it’s not enough despite how deeply you wished it was.
You push at his arm weakly, looking a teary mess, stuttering over your words. “Si-Simon. I can’t. I can’t— ‘s not working.”
You think it’s the first time he’s looked at you with sympathy or maybe it’s mirth. You’re not entirely sure at this point because all you need is his cock and you don’t know how to ask.
You’re lucky he knows, lucky that he has just a smidge of decency left in his heart to give it to you without making you ask. He moves you faster than you can think, his cock slapping against your belly when he forces his way between your thighs.
When you see it, thick and curved, precum smeared on the tip, you think it’ll solve all your problems.
He fists the base, leaning over to leer in your face. “This what ya need?”
He slides his cock between your drenched folds, pumps himself against them a few times.
Yeah— yeah, that’s what you need.
“Use your words, baby.”
The sound you make tears through your lips, a whine, a broken cry, fisting the sheets under you with an intensity that’ll shred them. Baby. It plays on repeat in your head, echoing.
Baby, baby, his cock— his cock slowly pulling away when you don’t answer. Your legs snap around him before he can, frantically pawing at his chest because he’s not leaving you leaking and needy now.
“Yes, yes, Simon. Need it, need you, please” you’re rambling at this point, words spilling from your lips deliriously; you need it more than he physically knows.
Maybe he does; he doesn’t make you wait a second longer. The bulb of his head pushes through your walls and you think your deer bleats with happiness, warm, and fat, and curved, and so fucking perfect.
You arch so high your back leaves the bed, toes pointed so straight your feet cramp, breath stuck in your throat as he slides his length into you. The stretch is agonizing, excruciating. It fucking hurts, drawing more tears to your already damp eyelids, but you fucking love it, stuffed so full your deer can’t think.
God, it’s a tight fit, he can barely push deeper in when your lips form an ‘O’, when you clench so tightly around him he can feel the blood pulsing through the head of his cock.
“Tight fuckin’ fit.” It’s gritted through his teeth; he’s sure you don’t even register it.
Not when he drives forward and he feels your walls convulse around him. Head thrown back, whites of your eyes visible. A blubbering mess when he starts to rock his hips, hiccuping as he grazes your cervix.
You drag your nails down his arms when he really starts at it. Two rough hands at your hips keep you from squirming away, used as leverage to keep slamming you back down on his cock.
Simon watches your pussy with hungry eyes, your walls clinging to him with each new drag, keeping him nice and tucked in your gummy walls, right at home. He’s not sure if the sound of your hips meeting or the moans spilling through your lips are louder, but his fingers find your mouth anyway.
He pushes through your swollen lips, knocks your teeth open, and places his middle and index fingers on your tongue. It’s warm, the whole of it, and he can’t help imagining what it would feel like if it were his cock quieting you instead.
You look at him confused, brows creasing in the middle. That’s something you do with Johnny when he’s got all your fruit in his hold.
He pushes down on your tongue just hard enough to make sure you feel it. “Don’t wan’ wake John up, do we?”
You shake your head. His teeth glimmer in the dark. “He’ll be real disappointed if he sees you like this.”
You whine around his fingers something pathetic. He just smiles. “See you all messy an’ needy.”
Your pussy tremors around his cock, tears spilling down your temples as he continues to fuck into you, knuckles knocking against your teeth with each thrust.
Your third orgasm comes with the head of his cock bullying the tender spot in your pussy and his fingers in your mouth. It lasts for more than you can even remember, body stiffening, breath trapped in your chest as it washes over your body for the first time that night. The fire in the pit of your stomach finally flickering dull.
“That’s wha’ ya needed huh, doe?”
Your head lolls in agreement. Yeah, that’s what you needed.
He fucks you until you become soft in his arms, until he’s just fucking his cum back into you over and over again, until your eyes become lidded and you fall asleep wrapped around his cock.
summary: you get married off to bruce by your parents so he can keep his reputation
a/n: this is my first fic on here <3 i wrote it awhile ago and was so scared to post it. please send feedback so i know what to improve on ꨄ
the first thing you notice about bruce wayne is that he doesn’t look happy.
everyone else does. your parents are smiling for the cameras, your mother dabbing at fake tears while reporters crowd outside the cathedral doors. guests whisper excitedly amongst themselves, eager to witness the union of two wealthy families. but bruce stands at the altar with his hands folded in front of him, expression unreadable as he watches you walk down the aisle.
your stomach twists.
the dress weighs a thousand pounds. that’s what it feels like, anyway. every step is harder than the last, your heels clicking against polished marble while your father’s hand remains firmly wrapped around your arm. he doesn’t look at you once during the walk. if he did, he might see the panic sitting behind your eyes.
or maybe he already knows it’s there.
when you finally reach the altar, your father places your hand into bruce’s without ceremony. like he’s handing over paperwork. like he’s completing a transaction.
bruce’s fingers close around yours automatically.
they’re warm.
you hate that you notice.
“you look beautiful.”
his voice is low enough that only you can hear it.
you don’t answer.
for a second, something flickers across his face. disappointment, maybe. then it’s gone, replaced by that same calm expression he’s worn all morning.
the ceremony begins.
you try listening to the priest. you really do. but every word blends together into meaningless noise. vows. devotion. partnership. love.
love.
you almost laugh.
there isn’t a single person in this cathedral who believes this marriage has anything to do with love.
your hands shake during the vows.
it’s humiliating.
you can feel hundreds of eyes watching as you struggle through the words, your voice barely audible by the end. the ring nearly slips from your fingers when it’s your turn to place it on bruce’s hand, but he catches it before it can fall.
his hand closes around yours
steady.
gentle.
you pull away immediately.
the priest finally reaches the end of the ceremony, smiling broadly as he looks between the two of you.
“i now pronounce you husband and wife.”
applause erupts throughout the cathedral.
your heart sinks.
husband and wife.
just like that.
the priest turns toward bruce. “you may kiss the bride.”
you stop breathing.
the room seems to go quiet despite the crowd surrounding you. slowly, bruce turns toward you. up close, you can see faint shadows beneath his eyes, like he hasn’t slept properly in weeks.
his gaze drops to your face.
you look away first.
“hey.”
the word is so quiet you almost miss it.
when you glance back, he’s already leaning closer.
“i know you didn’t want this.”
your chest tightens.
before you can respond, his hand settles lightly against your jaw.
“but i’m not going to hurt you.”
then he kisses you.
it’s brief. respectful. nothing like the dramatic kisses people cheer for in movies. by the time he pulls away, the crowd is already applauding again.
you don’t hear any of it.
all you can think about is the fact that bruce wayne just made you a promise no one else ever bothered to.
summary; you’re not a very straightforward person and pretty shy, so when finn finally comes home after being gone for weeks, he quickly understands and helps his sweet girl out
warnings; mdni, smut, unprotected piv (just use the rubber y’all), fingering, oral(f! receiving), riding, dacryphillia, age gap, size difference(sorry for my tall queens), size kink?, praise kink, use of pet names(honey, pretty, baby), mating press, aftercare, mentions of having a safe word(but doesn’t end up needing it), not proofread, lmk if I forgot anything
wc; 1.2k
notes; i feel like fawn!reader would be a cry baby but not in a bad way, so don’t take it the wrong way, and please don’t think i'm trying to do some like sketchy age play i just think fawn!reader would be more fragile and shy. also 259 followers?! thank you so muchhh!!
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finn had been gone for weeks doing interviews and promo for stranger things season five. and you were so proud of him, but you missed him like crazy.
he was supposed to be back today so now you were just waiting for him to come home. you sit on the couch impatiently waiting, checking your phone every two minutes.
the second the door opens, you’re jumping up from the couch and running straight over. he barely has time to set down his bags before your jumping into his arms.
he catches you easily and chuckles softly, holding you close to his chest, holding you up by your thighs “you miss me baby?” he asks and you nod nuzzling his neck. he laughs again and kisses your head.
he walks to the couch, sitting down, keeping you in his arms, now sat in his lap. you look up at him with those soft devastatingly beautiful doe eyes
“missed you too” he strokes your cheek. you smile as he leans down pressing a kiss to your nose, the skin scrunching as you let out a giggle “that tickles”
a grin forms on his lips “yeah?” he kisses your nose again, his hands moving to your sides. his fingers dance along your sides and you gasp. you squeak and squirm, but he holds you still.
you giggle and gasp as he attacks you with tickles.
eventually he stops and you let out a breath of relief. he presses a kiss to your lips and you immediately deepen it. his hands grip yiur ahh as he pulls you down to grind against him
you whine and grip his hair, rocking your hips into his lap. “so needy, humpin’ me like a dog in heat” he groans as he feels how wet you are through your pants.
he stand up suddenly, carrying you to the bedroom while still placing kisses on your face. he kicks the door closed behind him
he gently lays you on the bed, crawling on top of you. he tucks your hair behind your ear “you're so beautiful” he whispers. your cheeks flush, and he leans down placing a kiss on each cheek before kissing you lips
one hand holds him up while the other moves down to hold your waist. his lips move in perfect sync with yours, tongues tangled together. finn loved fvcking you, but he loved kissing you more. there was just something about you that he was addicted to
he pulls back to place kisses down your jaw and neck, pausing at your pulse point. he sucks a gentle mark onto the smooth skin, his lips continuing their descent.
he pulls back just enough to push your shirt up, hands immediately finding your breasts. you hadn’t worn a bra today, so it was easy access.
he lifts your shirt off all the way and tosses it to the side. he kisses your breasts before he pulls one nipple in his mouth, sucking it while he rolls the other one in between his thumb and pointer finger.
you whine. he would never get tired of hearing your sweet little whines and whimpers. his cock twitches in his pants as he kisses down your stomach.
he suckles another mark under your tit and soothes it with his tongue. he looks up at you as he fiddles with your waistband and you lift your hips. he slips them down your legs slowly.
there’s already a wet spot in your cute little lacy panties, and he runs his thumb along it just barely.. he kisses your thighs and you whine “finn”
he grins and finally moves, mouthing at your clothed cunt. you whimper. he slips them off and spreads your folds, licking a line up your slick pussy.
he hums against you, licking another slow strip, teasing you. you squirm "please, need you" you whine and he finally relents, pulling your legs over his shoulders and burying his face in between them.
he fucks you with his tongue slowly, nose rubbing against your sensitive bud. you grip his hair and whimper. he moves his mouth to your clit as he slides two fingers inside you.
he alternates between flicking his tongue and sucking as he pumps his fingers. you whimper, legs trembling as a warm heat pools in your belly
“i'm gonna-fuck” you whine as your orgasm slams into you, gushing all over his mouth. he laps up every bit, slowing his fingers letting you ride it out before placing a peck on your mound and crawling back up your body.
he kisses you gently letting you taste yourself on his tongue. “need to be inside you, can i?” he pleads and you buck your hips in response, too flustered and shy to speak.
he quickly strips his pants and boxers off, tossing them aside. his cock springs out, hard and big, and strokes himself a few times before rubbing his tip along your slit, precum dripping from the tip.
“deep breaths f’me yeah?” he coos as he slowly pushes in with the most care. you whine and he soothes you through every inch until he’s all the way in.
he slowly starts to move, pulling out almost alk the way before lifing back in. he starts a steady rhythm “look at that, stretchin’ ya out realll good” he presses his hand on the slight bulge in yout tummy
you whimper and claw at his back, whining his name. suddenly, he rolls onto his back and lifts you onto his lap. he settles back and grips your hips as you slowly slide down on him.
he loves watching you ride him, the way you get all whiny and flustered, squirming and burying your face in his chest. he was obsessed.
that’s it, that’s my girl” he groans as you bounce up on down. wet squelching sounds fill the room along with your whimpers and his grunts.
his thumb circles your clit as his cck bullies your weeping hole. you sob his name as he holds your hips moving you up and down “too much! can’t-oh!” you tremble.
“shh, you can take it. remember the word?” he coos and you nod vigorously. “good girl” he thrusts up into you hitting your sensitive cervix with each thrust
you claw at him babbling incoherentl sentences. “c’mon sweet girl, gimmie one more” he murmurs as he moves his thumb faster and you scream, orgasm slamming into you harder than every other one
he grunts as he pulls you down to the hilt and fills you up, streams of white staining your gummy walls. you slump forward burying your face in his chest, completely spent
“did such a good job f’me” he whispers kissing your head. you mumble and he chuckles, slowly pulling you off him and setting you down
“stay right here, i’ll be right back okay?” he walks to the bathroom, emerging a few moments later in sweats and carrying a water bottle, t shirt and towel.
he gently wipes your sweat and cleans you up gently, pulling the shirt on you. he opens the bottle “open up f’me” he taps your lips and you part them. he slowly helps you take a sip snd then sets it on the nightstand.
he crawld back into bed and pulls you against his chest “i love you, sweet girl” he whispers. yoh mumble back and he sees you’ve already fallen asleep.
he smiles and carefully turns the lamp off, the two of you falling asleep in each others arms
WHEN TOXIC!GHOST GETS HIS HANDS ON FAWN!READER ⋆˙⟡☆♡
ball gagged with your wrists cuffed, tears are leaking down your cheeks. you asked him to spank you after he made you cum on his fingers, his tongue, and twice around his thick cock.
he's got you over his lap. drool dripping from your mouth, cheeks bright red, your body jolting and trembling as he delivers each spank with the paddle. you're the perfect victim. allowing him to take all of his aggression out on you, and begging for more.
'fawn,' he growls with a whimperish undertone, moving you to the ground, your knees bruising on the cold wooden floors. he's leaning his forehead against yours, breathing you in. 'you're such a good fucking girl.'
the praise has you dizzy.
he's tugging the ball gag down, grabbing your jaw in his hands and kissing you with a hint of love on his tongue. you're whimpering, kissing him like you're savoring his taste, and also never wanting to part.
'ghost,' you whine softly, soul not fully in your body.
he's brushing his dick over your drool-coated mouth. 'make me cum, fawn,' he tells you before shoving his cock right down your throat, using you as his favorite toy.
tongue out, rubbing along the underside of him, you're destroying the man above you. saliva dripping all over the sides of his cock and onto the floor, and your chest.
⧽. How would the boys respond to fawn reader catching the flu that's going around? based on this ask … 2740
You have always been an organized person, you loved your detailed to-do lists, and you loved living by your schedules. It was rare for you to not stick to your schedule, which is why Robby and Jack started to get worried when you still hadn’t texted them around 10:30 am; you always woke up at 9am on Saturdays. Jack was immediately on edge when he didn’t receive a text from you 10 minutes past 9.
He was sitting at the kitchen island as he looked down at his phone. Robby, who was making coffee, tried to reassure him that you just needed extra sleep after your long night. You had gone out with your study group from college to prepare for a big project, and despite their protests, you had stayed at your apartment; it was just for the best. Your apartment was closest to where the hang out was, and you didn’t want to keep them up.
But of course, they didn’t get a wink of sleep until they received a text from you, telling them you were home and safe, along with a cute selfie of you in bed. That just made them miss you even more; they couldn’t wait for the morning.
Today was one of those rare and cherished days when neither of them had to go back to work, and all they wanted was to spend the day with you. They had gone grocery shopping together once Robby got off shift, buying your favorite foods for a big breakfast. They were gonna spoil you all day with love and affection, knowing you had been stressed about your project. They were missing you and were really regretting not having you stay at theirs, and as the time went on without a word from you, the more worried they got.
Both of them texted and called you and got no answer. And before they could hear your voicemail for Robby’s second call, Jack was standing at the front door, waving the car keys and holding out Robby’s jacket for him; the look on his face was saying he wasn’t going to wait anymore. They knew every shortcut to your apartment, getting there in no time. The doorman gave them a nod before he let them up, already familiar with the doctor duo.
Jack quietly unlocked our front door with his key, his hand pausing around the door handle before he could fully turn it. He stood there for a second. He hated how his mind always went to the darkest place, and the paranoia always crept back. Robby placed a reassuring hand on Jack's lower back, his touch pulling Jack out of the dark place.
He quickly opened the door, immediately getting welcomed by the strong and comforting vanilla and cinnamon smell that your apartment always had. Robby closed the door behind him. Your apartment was clean and had that warm homey vibe like always. Jack’s eyes immediately went to the emergency backpack he had made for you. It was hanging up next to your purse and keys. Robby’s eyes went to your kitchen, where he saw Jack and his designated mugs right next to yours on the counter. Little bits of them were all over your apartment.
“Sweetheart?” Jack called out as the two of them made their way through your apartment, walking down the hallway that led to your bedroom. They didn’t hear your sweet voice answer them or the sound of your shower. Jack got to your cracked-open door first; he could hear the sound of your defuser as he quietly pushed your door open. Robby stopped at Jack's side as their eyes zeroed in on you in your bed.
There you were sprawled out on your stomach, your face snuggled into your pillow, and your blanket rested low on your hips. They could immediately tell by the way your back was rising and falling that something was wrong with your breathing; your bedside table was covered with a bunch of tissues. Robby immediately moved to sit at the edge of your bed at your side, his hand moving to touch your forehead. You were burning up.
Robby looked over at Jack as they shared a Quick Look. By the sight of your labored breaths and runny nose and the heat your body was projecting, they knew what was wrong. Their poor girl was sick. Robby softly rubs his finger against your cheek before he stands up, saying quietly to Jack as he rubs his beard. “I’ll make breakfast, we all need to eat something, you try to wake her up and get some water into her?”
“Yeah, go on, I got this.” Jack nodded as he brought his hand up to gently grasp Robby’s wrist, pulling his hand away from his chin to stop his fingers from picking at his beard, a bad habit that he’d do when stressed. Robby lets out a heavy breath before he nods. He gives Jack a weak smile and sends you a lingering look of worry before he leaves the room.
Jack looks back at you and lets out a small sigh before sitting down at your side. He brought his hand up to softly brush a few strands of your hair out of your face, feeling your hot skin under his fingertips. He hated to wake you up, especially with seeing how hard you were sleeping and knowing you hadn’t been sleeping well lately, but he knew it was for the best.
“Hey, sweet girl, time to wake up.” his tone was soft as he brushed his thumb against your cheek before gently rubbing your back to rouse you from sleep. You barely stirred from his touch and voice, nuzzling your sore nose against your pillow, that sleepy haze slowly lifting from you the more he rubbed your back.
God, you looked so adorable like this, he thought. Your hair messy, and your face smushed against your pillow with your sleepy pout. You scrunched your nose as a sleepy whine mixed with a groan left your sore throat as you started to wake up. His voice filled your ears, causing you to stir a little, your voice coming out hoarse and cracked, “Jacky?”
“Hi, baby, how’re you feeling?” Jack hummed as he continued to rub your back, slipping his hand under your shirt to rub at your lower back, his touch sending chills down your spine. You tried to form words, but nothing could come to your mind; it felt like you had some sort of fog in your head. Only one word came to your mind, and it came out muffled from your face pressed against your pillow: “Gross.”
“Come on, baby, roll over for me—let me see your pretty face,” he said softly as he moved his hand from your lower back to rest on your hip, giving it a reassuring, gentle squeeze. His words caused butterflies in your stomach, or was that a stomach ache? You let out a small huff at the feeling of your achy body moving as you slowly turned around, your words coming out as a whine as you complained, “Don’t feel pretty.”
“Oh, that’s impossible,” he tilted his head with a small smile as he carefully moved your hair out of your face, leaning closer so he could help you fix the pillow behind your head. You wanted to smile, tell him how sweet he is, but all you could do was let out a small sniffle as you let yourself lie back down.
“Where’s Robby?” You mumbled as you brought your hands up to rub the sleep from your eyes. You knew if Jack was here, Robby had to be close. You rest your hands on your lower stomach as you let out a small groan as you stretch your legs out, scrunching your nose when you realize you were missing a sock. Jack rests his right hand on your leg over the blanket, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he answers you, “By the smell, he’s in the kitchen making some soup.”
Your eyes widened at the mention of breakfast, and a pit of guilt and sadness formed in your stomach as you realized that the breakfast plans were ruined. You fidgeted with the blanket as you frowned, your tone crestfallen, “Oh, our breakfast plans…I’m sorry.”
Jack’s eyes softened as he stopped himself from frowning. He hated how it was your default to always blame yourself first. He would save that conversation for another time. Instead, he reached for your water bottle on your bedside table, holding it out to you with a teasing smirk after he took the cap off. “All is forgiven if you drink some water.”
“Manipulation, cute,” you muttered dryly as you narrowed your eyes at him, but nonetheless you took the water, bringing it up to your lips, your eyes not leaving his. He smiled as he watched you drink the water, his voice teasing as he nodded, “Drink up, Sugar.”
“You’re up and drinking, good.” Your eyes were immediately drawn to the doorway at the sound of Robby’s voice breaking the moment of silence. You watched as he walked across your room and around your bed so he could sit on the other side of you.
You pulled the bottle from your lips, showing off your dramatic pout as you looked up at Robby. ”Jack threatened to shove it down my throat.”
Robby chuckled as he sat down, a weight lifting off his shoulders, knowing that you still had your humor, a good sign. Robby decided to play along. He shook his head in faux disappointment as he clicked his tongue, “He’s mean, like that isn’t he?”
“Oh, I’ll show you mean,” Jack said slowly as he turned his head to look at Robby, his tone more flirty if anything. Robby rolled his eyes playfully, his cheeks warming up under Jack's gaze. Jack smirks knowingly at how flushed Robby got. Robby licked his bottom lip before he cleared his throat, trying to ignore Jack as he kept his attention on you.
”How are you feeling, angel?” Robby asked softly as he placed his hand on her leg, giving it a reassuring squeeze as his eyes assessed you. Jack took the water from your trembling hand as you rested your head back against the pillow, that cute frown decorating your face once again, accompanied by a sigh as you answered seriously, ”I think I’m sick.”
“Yeah, angel, I’m afraid so.” Robby gave you a sideways smile.
“Was anyone not feeling good last night?” Robby asked, hoping to get some clarity or confirmation on you getting the cold that was going around. They watched as you furrowed your eyebrows as you tried to look back on last night, but everything came up blank. You couldn’t really remember much; it must be the sick brain fog.
”I don’t remember,” you muttered with a frown as you fidgeted with the blanket, suddenly feeling bad for not being able to tell them more.
“That’s okay,” Jack said earnestly with a reassuring nod as he took one of your hands in his. His rough hand engulfed your small and soft one, the pad of his thumb softly caressing your knuckles as he watched you closely.
“I heated up some of that chicken noodle soup,” Robby hummed as he softly rubbed your leg. You almost always had soup in your mason jars in the fridge; Jack’s love for meal prepping had gotten to you. He continued, “I know you hate eating in bed, but I wasn't sure if you were up to getting out of bed.”
“Couch?” You suggested quietly.
“I’ll go get it all ready for you.” Jack pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles before he stood up, not leaving the room without sending the two of you a wink. He stopped in front of one of the hallways closest, grabbed a few of the extra blankets and pillows, he wanted to make sure you were as comfy as possible.
“Let me help you up, Angel.” Robby slowly stood up as he offered his help, but it came out more as a statement. You slowly sat up, Robby’s hand moving to your lower back to help you stay steady. You pulled the blanket off your legs, a small chuckle leaving his lips at the sight of your feet, one of your floral and Snoopy printed socks was halfway off your foot, while your other foot was missing a sock entirely.
“Cute” he murmured under his breath as he leaned down to fix your sock before he lifted the blanket to search for the other, you watched him with a flustered look as he carefully put your sock on once he found it, his fingers softly brushing against your skin. As if you were too delicate to touch.
“You know I can move around by myself,” you smiled faintly as you looked up at Robby, who had his arm wrapped tightly around your waist so you could lean into his side as he led you into your living room. You tilt your head to look over your shoulder to see Jack in your kitchen, his back to you as he stood at your stove before you continued, “I’m sick, my legs aren’t broken.”
“Can you blame me for not wanting to risk it?” Robby smiled weakly as he pressed a quick kiss to your temple. Jack, who heard your comments, called out from the kitchen in a joking manner, “It’s basically the same thing!”
Your eyes softened, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw your spot on the couch, having the blankets and pillows perfectly placed, as you like them, to be seen is to be loved. “Michael, please,” you huffed, but it turned into a giggle when you felt him accidentally poke your side as he tucked you in once you sat down. He shushed you, his face telling you to just deal with it.
“Well don’t you look cozy” Jack chuckled as he walked into the living room, seeing you sit there still, the blanket covering your whole body as it was pulled up to your chin. Robby sat at your side, cleaning his glasses. You pulled your arms out from under the thick blanket, taking your favorite soup mug from Jack's hands as you played along “i think Robby wants me to sweat it out”
After a few minutes, the three of them got situated in their spots on the couch, Jack sitting on the chaise lounge so he could put his legs up, bringing the soup mug to his lips to sip on the broth. You sat next to him, curled up in your blanket as you slowly ate your soup. You didn’t have much of an appetite but knew you needed to. Robby sat at your other side, manspreading and glasses almost fogging up from the steam from his soup.
“You know what you want to watch yet?” Jack wonders, his voice soft as he glances between you and the blank TV. You looked up from your soup, your mind going blank. You shrugged and gave Jack a tired smile. “You guys can pick.”
“I’ll pick, I’m not spending all day watching mash,” Robby sent a playful jab towards Jack's taste of shows as he reached for the remote on the coffee table. Jack was quick to pull the spoon out of his mouth and defend himself. You giggle into your mug as you listen to them; they were more entertaining than anything that could be put on.
After a while, you finished up your soup, eating much more slowly to not upset your stomach and throat. Robby took the mug from your hand and set it on the coffee table next to his and Jack's. And before you could blink, Jack was pulling you into his arms, placing a long kiss on your temple. You didn’t even bother to try and complain that you would get him sick, already knowing that they would give you that long response that they wouldn’t get sick.
You let yourself melt in Jack’s arms, reaching under the blanket to take Robby’s hand in yours. The minutes go by, and their commentary and soft touches make you forget about your cold, and the next thing you knew you were lying your head in Robby’s lap while Jack hugged your waist. The sounds of the TV and their voices lulling you to sleep.
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roro's note. oh I love them so bad ,, they make me so happy !! I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to get a post out for them. I’ve just been soo busy :( I have another request for them ‘Fawn reader who likes to cook and she bring some food to the other staff then she sees her cuties and she jumps on them with happiness!’ I would love some ideas 💡
౨ৎ Warnings: cursing, smut, virginity, oral sex, mentions of sex, some fluff, 18+ MDNI.
౨ৎ Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fawn!Reader.
౨ৎ Summary: In which Steve and Y/N have their first time together.
౨ৎ Author's Note: I'd just like to put out there that, the first part of this fic shows that Y/N feels kinda shameful about being a virgin but seriously.. there is nothing to feel ashamed or embarrassed about when it comes to being inexperienced. Everyone is ready at different times, some sooner than others but it's okay not to be ready right away 💗
coco-cinnamon. please do not steal, copy, modify, repost, or translate my work.
While making out with your boyfriend Steve at his place, you planned to stay the night, as it was the weekend. Though you had spent many nights at his house before, this was the first time your kissing had become so intense and heated. Feeling inexperienced, you were unsure how to proceed, as you had never been in such an intimate situation. Steve was aware of your relative inexperience, though unaware of the full extent of it.
You pulled away from him mid-kiss, avoiding his gaze. "What's wrong?" He asked, his brow furrowed with concern. He could always tell when something was bothering you.
You let out a heavy sigh. "Well, it's just... I mean, I'm inexperienced." You admitted, sounding slightly embarrassed.
"I already knew that, babe." Steve replied, tilting his head as he tried to discern the root of your unease.
"Yeah, but you only know a little of the truth." You said.
"What are you talking about?" He asked.
You felt embarrassed, but knew you had to tell him eventually. "Well... I'm still a virgin." You said quietly.
Steve sat in silence, leaving you worried about his reaction. As an experienced sexual partner, you feared that revealing your virginity might turn him off for good
"Are you mad?" You finally asked, breaking the awkward silence. Steve looked over at you, his expression puzzled. "Mad? Why would I be mad, sweetheart?" He asked.
You averted your eyes. "Well...it's because I'm a virgin and...I never told you until now." You said quietly.
Steve's brow furrowed as he took your hands in his. "Oh, baby," he said softly. "That would never upset me. It's completely fine that you're a virgin, and I would never pressure you to have sex before you're ready."
You bit your lip. "But you're so experienced, and I have no experience at all, other than making out." You said with a frown.
"I understand," he said reassuringly. "Everyone starts out inexperienced. But when you decide to have sex and with whom is entirely up to you. If you want to wait, that's your choice. Everyone's different, but you should never feel ashamed about being a virgin or inexperienced." He gave a small smile.
"About being ready," you said, looking up at him. "I am ready to have sex. I trust you, and I know you're the one I've been saving myself for." "Wait, are you sure?" He asked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "Because it's okay if you aren't ready. You don't need to have sex with me just to make me happy."
You smiled. "No, I'm not just saying it, Steve. I really am ready. I know I am. I want to do this with you." He nodded and leaned in, kissing you softly at first. The kiss quickly grew passionate and hungry. You tangled your fingers in his brown locks as you made out. Steve broke the kiss, then stood and scooped you up into his arms, making you giggle.
He led you upstairs to his bedroom and gently laid you down on his bed. He resumed kissing you, trailing down your neck and leaving a trail of hickies on your soft skin. As he continued kissing down your body, he slowly removed all your clothes until you were completely naked. He stood at the foot of the bed, admiring you. "God, you're so gorgeous laid out on my bed like this." He said, biting his lip. Spreading your legs, he took in the sight of your pussy. You propped yourself up on your elbows, feeling a mix of nerves and anticipation, wondering what he would do next.
Steve climbed onto the bed and nestled his head between your legs. He licked a slow, sensual stripe up your folds, eliciting a gasp and a sigh from you as you rested your head back on the soft pillow. Encouraged, he licked up your folds once more before gently spreading them.
He looked up at you hungrily before diving in, licking and sucking at your sensitive clit. "Fuck, baby." You moaned as he ate you out with abandon, like a starved man.
The familiar tension began to build in your core, and soon a wave of intense pleasure washed over you, causing your legs to tremble.
You uttered Steve's name breathlessly as you climaxed. He pulled back, a satisfied smirk on his face. "You're so alluring, princess. I can't wait to fill that pretty pussy of yours with my cock." He said with a glint in his eye. You gazed up at him, biting your lip coyly. "What are you waiting for?" You replied. "Oh baby, I'm gonna make sure that I ruin you for anyone else tonight." He said with a devilish smirk.
coco-cinnamon. please do not steal, copy, modify, repost, or translate my work.
