Hmm maybe a step dad sonny with your first fuck together? 🤔
content -> smut, stepcest, daddy kink, mention of oral (f!receiving), fem!reader, DARK CONTENT! 18+ BLOG MDNI
sonny is soft as he kisses you, letting out a hum as he pulls away. “you’re so pretty baby…” he whispers softly. “‘n you’re all mine” he mumbles, spreading your legs slowly. “sweet little pussy” he whispers, stroking your little clit—swollen n wet from the time he’d spent suckling at it.
“daddy…” you whine softly, arching your hips towards him. “put it in please…” you pout.
“i don’t have a condom, dollface” he whispers, kissing your neck gently. “just let daddy play with you” he hums, nipping at your neck.
“don’t care anymore daddy… just need your cock” you whine. sonny’s heart is swelling with pride as his cock swells with lust. he’d not even fucked you yet and already you’re a perfect little whore for his cock.
he can’t say no… not when you’re looking at him with those big ‘fuck me’ eyes… not when your pussy’s created a puddle beneath you on your pretty pink bed sheets. in fact, he’s not saying anything until the tip of his cock is pushing into your entrance. “you’re so tight princess… you gotta breathe for me” he whispers, gently rubbing your clit.
sonny shudders a moan once he’s buried deep in your cunt, and the stretch has you whining and wrapping your legs around his waist. “make me cum on your cock daddy” you moan in his ear, and sonny wastes no time, pounding into your sopping cunt all while telling you what a good little toy you are for him.
and he can’t help but think how he wishes he’d done this sooner…
can we talk abt pretty boy potter w a gf that has an oral fixation :( like pretty please :((
his friends all make fun of her for sucking her thumb and she’s so so soft and so she starts getting all teary eyed so he j pulls her into his chest and covers her ears with her hands grunting “cut it out guys!” but they keep teasing her and one of them is like “awh did we make the little baby cry? :(“ and so she j stands with a lil sniffle and goes up to harry’s dorm to cuddle into his hoodie and his pillows cus his friends are so mean :( and he j glares at them like “nice going guys.” before following after her to go cuddle up to her and murmurs “gonna ruin y’teeth bubba. here have my fingers instead” and pushes his fingers into her mouth and she j immediately latches onto his wrist for comfort :((( and after that day ron and neville both start carrying lollipops around for her so that when she feels all soft and needy people can’t make fun of her anymore :((((
content: mean!remus, smut under the cut, degradation, pussy spanks, cnc, biting, bruises, free use, spit, cum feeding, cum eating, free use
𐐪𐑂 it’s no secret that remus is at his meanest when his furry little problem is beginning to make an appearance
𐐪𐑂 you’re quite literally the light of his life, so he would never even imagine being a semblance of unkind to you
𐐪𐑂 but moony on the other hand…
𐐪𐑂 a lot of his ‘mean’ is just snippiness and tons of attitude
𐐪𐑂 until your third full moon with him when you’ve had absolutely enough of him
𐐪𐑂 you’ve been nothing but kind and doting, and remus does appreciate it truly
𐐪𐑂 but for some reason, moony can’t help it when you ask if he needs anything and he snaps back ‘yeah, get away from me’
𐐪𐑂 and usually you’d just glare and walk away… but today you bite back
𐐪𐑂 ‘remus john lupin, i have been nothing but kind to you! i’m not going to let you keep treating me this way!’
𐐪𐑂 ‘if you want to be angry then fine, be angry. but if you want a way to let it out i’ll be having a bubble bath’ as you walk away huffily
𐐪𐑂 it’s a few minutes before rem realizes that it was actually an invitation
𐐪𐑂 then he’s rushing into the bathroom ‘you mean it? i… i can use you to…’
𐐪𐑂 he’s all blushy and can barely get his sentences out
𐐪𐑂 ‘yes rem, i mean it. but not if you don’t cut the attitude with me’ you glare as your bending over to turn on the bath water
𐐪𐑂 remus growls
𐐪𐑂 actually growls behind you and is dragging you back to the bedroom before your fingers can even grip the faucet
𐐪𐑂 ‘you don’t know what you’re asking for, baby’ as he throws you on the bed
𐐪𐑂 rips your clothes off and slaps your pussy if you say anything about it
𐐪𐑂 ‘i’m not stopping unless i hear a safeword, bitch. so cry all you want’
𐐪𐑂 and he absolutely means that shit
𐐪𐑂 you can scream and cry and try to writhe away
𐐪𐑂 scream stop, no, please, help, anything you want
𐐪𐑂 unless he hears the word ‘red’ come out of your mouth, he’s not going to stop until he’s satisfied
𐐪𐑂 even if it means fucking you within an inch of your life… and around a full moon? that’s exactly what that means
𐐪𐑂 he’s hitting all the right spots in your pussy, marking you with his teeth, spitting on you, bruising your hips with his grip
𐐪𐑂 full moon rem is absolutely unforgiving when he fucks you
𐐪𐑂 you look like his chew toy when he’s finished
𐐪𐑂 he gets like four rounds out of you, each on with at least three orgasms
𐐪𐑂 STAMINA
𐐪𐑂 i’m talking he can cum four times and still be ready to go, he only takes breaks in between rounds for your sake
𐐪𐑂 he doesn’t want to actually hurt you
𐐪𐑂 absolutely loves the way you look after he’s finally finished with you
𐐪𐑂 heaps of his cum spilling from your used pussy
𐐪𐑂 your cunt red and raw with how harshly he’d used it
𐐪𐑂 his teeth marks sunken deep into your skin, a mess of cum, sweat, tears, and saliva dripping off your body
𐐪𐑂 ‘my poor little slut’ he pouts ‘can’t just leave you like this, can i? been such a good little whore for me, gotta clean you up so that you’re ready for the next time i use you’
𐐪𐑂 goes ham eating your pussy. it’s not a gentle clean up by any means
𐐪𐑂 he’s licking and sucking and nipping in all the right places, making obscene noises between your legs
𐐪𐑂 your wriggling and pushing is useless as you try to get him away from your overworked center
𐐪𐑂 he simply wraps his arms around your legs and holds you down by your waist
𐐪𐑂 ‘stay still you stupid whore’ as he slurps his cum from your hole ‘let me finish my dessert’
𐐪𐑂 even after you cum he doesn’t stop
𐐪𐑂 he’ll keep cleaning your cunt with his mouth until your body is shaking and you’re all but sobbing
𐐪𐑂 then he’ll come up like he’s gonna kiss you, force your mouth open, and spit all of his and your cum into your mouth
𐐪𐑂 ‘that’s my good little cum dumpster. swallow it all princess’ he cooes mockingly
𐐪𐑂 kisses you softly when you do
𐐪𐑂 the aftercare is immaculate
𐐪𐑂 a nice bubble bath and a massage while he whispers how much he loves you and how thankful he is and how lucky he got with you
𐐪𐑂 from then on, you become remus’s free use toy every full moon week <3
Hi ❤️ hc for Hotch doing his daughter's hair? Do you think he learned how to do it easily from black!reader or did he have a bit of trouble?
i think when hotch found out that he was having a girl, he was beside himself. he popped the balloon and the pink confetti fell and from that minute your daughter had him wrapped around her finger. from that point on, every night hotch was asking every night if he could for your hair before bed.
i think when your daughter does come and he starts doing her hair it’s hard at first because of how tender headed she is. you’re not as much so when hotch is touching her hair she’s sobbing and he immediately feels back and j stops and hugs her.
but i think eventually, once he finally learns that they’re just crocodile tears it’s much more easy. doing his daughter’s hair is hotch’s favorite part of his daily activity, he won’t even let you touch it if he’s home anymore.
alright i’m about to break some hearts so i apologize in advance. *cracks knuckles*
also ginny kinda a bitch in this one sorry i had to for the plot :/ [PART 2]
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so pretty boy potter right? he has the bestest sub in the whole wide wizarding world. never bratty. does what he asks when he asks no matter what, when, or where. pretty boy potter’s sub is the closest thing to an angel on earth that you’ll find. if you haven’t guessed by now, pretty boy potter’s sub is you.
i mean you’re literally a fallen angel. you have to be. no other sub is this much of a good girl. you don’t talk back, you don’t act out, you always ask for what you want, and you never, and i truly do mean never, mouth off. giving harry an attitude or a hard time is the last thing that you’d want to do, i mean it’s practically blasphemous in your book.
now we turn to ginny weasley. gryffindor’s golden girl that is oh so in love with harry potter and completely jealous of you. she would do anything to get you out of harry’s good graces and her into them. you’ve never done anything to the girl, i mean even when you see her all cuddled up entirely too close to your dom, you just smile and greet harry then move on. giving ginny the reaction that she wants would just get you in trouble with harry. and you don’t want that, not even a little bit.
harry has never once had to punish you in your entire time being together, and this creates a problem for ginny. she knows that nothing she does will get you to act out so what does she do? she teams up with the slytherin prince draco malfoy. getting harry mad at you will work out perfectly for both of them. you get your pathetic little heart broken and in the process harry gets his broken too. because if there is one thing in this whole world that harry hates more than voldemort... it’s seeing you cry.
but harry won’t take draco’s word for your bratty act, he’d just brush it up and chalk it up to the fact that the git deserved it. so instead she gets all of your friends and harry’s friends together to convince him that you’ve been nothing short of a brat, and your punishment has been a long time coming.
and it all goes down one fateful day in the gryffindor common room. when you’re upstairs in your dorm, the golden trio and all of their friends are sitting by the fireplace, and everything is serene. untill seamus finally pipes up. “what’s been up with your girl this week, potter?” his voice breaks the peaceful silence.
“what are you on about now finnegan?” harry chuckles. see, seamus and you have this playful little friend rivalry going on. it’s all in good fun and has been going on since your first year. harry is well aware of this, so he never scolds you for your playful fire with the irish boy.
“yeah harry she’s been a bit of a brat lately,” ron pipes in. this causes harry’s brows to furrow and his posture to straighten. you loved ron... he was always like an older brother to you. if you were being bratty to ron well then... he had a serious problem on his hands.
“she’s been a monster harry truly. she called me an insufferable know it all the other day,” hermione pipes in, hint of nervousness laced in her tone at the fact that she was lying. but she would do anything for ginny to keep her secret about what happened at the burrow fifth year summer between her and fred.
“called me an idiot,” ron shook his head “didn’t even do anything! i was jus helpin her with her potions work.”
“yeah some of the things she’s said to me this week have felt a bit too personal,” seamus shook his head. each of his friends went along, spilling lies about the perfect little angel to her dominant. and with each lie that was told, they felt worse and worse. the problem was that ginny had dirt on all of them, and they would do absolutely anything under the sun to get her to keep those secrets in.
what really broke them all is when neville piped in. murmuring a soft “she called me a dickhead. told me nobody cared about m’stupid plants,” they knew they had broken him with that. harry was angry his face was red and his jaw as hard as stone.
neville felt bad for the girl, truly he did. you were soft... and nobody deserved to be at the end of harry’s wrath, especially a perfect little angel like you. “don’t go too hard on her... yeah harry?” neville spoke softly, dejection coarsing through his veins at the way that every one of them had just told a lie about you, and caused the boy to be properly pissed off with your actions.
“she’ll only get what she deserves,” harry spoke coldly. he knew he should wait. cool off before going and asking what had gotten into you this week. you were too soft to survive a harsh punishment in harry’s state of anger.
but you practically sealed the deal when you skipped into the common room and put your angelic act back on, kissing harry’s cheek and sitting next to him with a joyous lilt of “hi hazzie,” and a bright smile. the entire room avoided looking at you, except for harry.
“don’t play angel now,” he demanded, and your brows furrowed in confusion at the harsh tone he was using. “my friends have told me everything you’ve done this week and you’re issuing for a punishment, little girl.” he spoke coldly. “you will get on your knees, and crawl to every person in this circle and apologize for being a stupid little brat. and then you will haul yourself over my lap and get ten for all that you’ve done.” his tone of voice alone told you not to argue. even though you knew you did nothing wrong. arguing would only make it worse for yourself, and somehow you knew that.
so, with tears welling in your eyes, you got on your knees and crawled to each one of his friends, repeating the words “i’m sorry for being a stupid brat,” as tears slowly began to fall from your eyes. you ended with harry, kneeling on the floor submissively with your hands on your thighs and looking up at his cold eyes, whispering a broken “i’m sorry for being a stupid brat daddy.” before sniffling and standing up, laying yourself across his thighs.
none of his friends could meet your eyes, even as you kneeled in front of them and spoke directly to them. they felt entirely too guilty. even as you laid yourself across harry’s thighs, they refused to look at you. even when being punished for, what you had to know was, no reason, you were still so undeniably obedient.
“you will count, and apologize after each one. do i make myself clear?” harry spoke as he pushed up your skirt and tore off your panties.
“yes daddy,” you sniffled.
“ron give me your belt.” you heard the clinking of the leather, and that was your only warning before it began. no warning spanks or warm up spanks. just immediate rough and hard smacks coming down onto your ass. each one accompanied by a sniffle and a small ”i’m sorry daddy” from you. as well as a grimace from each of his friends.
hermione left, right around the twentieth spank, the exact time that harry switched from his hand to the belt, and you stuck your thumb in your mouth and began suckling for comfort. luna followed not long after, on the twenty fifth when the tears began to spill from your eyes with seemingly no end. neville was right after luna, on the twenty-seventh, just as the tears began to spill over his waterline and you began to choke on your sobs.
“take your thumb out of your mouth or i’ll add ten more.” harry demanded, smacking your ass even rougher than before.
“yes daddy i’m sorry daddy thirty-one,” you choked out, forcing your thumb from your mouth as harry held your hands together at the bend of your lower back.
by the time he was finished, you had received fifty spanks. your sobs were loud and you chokes around them as your face became red with the exertion of sobbing so hard. your ass matched the color of the gryffindor’s couch and it was decorated with hand prints and bruises from ron’s belt as harry attempted to sit you up on his lap and begin to console you, now much more calm than when he began.
you wriggled free from his hold and stood off his lap. not even stopping to grab your panties as you choked out a broken “mean“ and returned to your dorm. once you were safely inside, you made sure to lock it. placing an extra protection charm to ensure that nobody would be able to come in, even with the unlocking charm.
you threw all of your stuffies off of your bed, leaving them in a heap by the door, as well as throwing each article of harry’s clothing out of your trunk and into the pile, all while murmuring “bad girl” and “stupid brat” softly to yourself.
the tears never ended, and the consolidation never began. sitting yourself in the warm bathtub only made the pain in your ass hurt worse, and your sobs to fall from your lips even louder. harry and all of your friends could hear your sobs all the way in the common room, and it left the boy who lived feeling very confused, and his friends very guilty.
harry knew you were going to cry yourself sick. but he also knew that you saw him as a monster, and he was the last person you wanted to be around right now. dejection coursed through both you and harry’s as he listened to your pain sobs and his heart broke further with each one. rubbing his hands over his face and muttering a broken “what just happened? what did i just do?” to himself.
and the boy who lived wished at this exact moment that he never had. he would never forgive himself for what he just put you through, and his friends couldn’t forgive themselves either. they had ruined you. completely destroyed your poor little angelic heart. only this time, harry didn’t know if he’d be able to put it back together.
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words: 2k (THESE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE SHORT HEADCANONS!!!!!) [PART 1]
harry doesn’t realize how deeply set your pain is untill the following days. you skip two and a half days of classes, and finally come out of your dorm on the third day. harry can see the subdrop deeply rooted in your eyes. they held dark bags under them, and were rimmed red with the weight of your tears. harry’s friends still couldn’t look at you, and you refused to sit with harry for any meals or classes.
harry’s heart broke every time you sat down and he saw you wince and heard a quiet whimper. his heart hurt with the way you grimaced when any of his friends tried to speak to you. he was completely crushed when he saw you flinch when seamus tried to strike up your usual playful banter in charms and potions class. leaning forward and murmuring “hopefully i don’t blow myself up today, right yln?” with a shy chuckle. it was the same phrase you always said to him… only this time, instead of laughing, you flinched away from him, closing your eyes tightly and whimpering out “i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry…”
it wasn’t untill lavender wrapped her arms around the shoulders, and began whispering in your ear as she glared at harry over your head that your body stopped shaking. and that made harry feel even worse. you promptly stood from your seat in potions and spun, leaving the classroom. and lavender looked at harry with the hardest look she could muster, whispering a harsh “fix her.” before standing to follow you.
harry was beside himself with angst. he knew you were hurt after the punishment but he didn’t understand why it was this bad. he thought you knew what you did to deserve it. after all, you took it so well and followed each of his orders when he punished you. he had been wracking his brain for the reason that you were so distraught. it had been one full week of him worrying and you looking worse and worse each day, finally able to fully return to your classes on the fourth day… and yet you still weren’t yourself.
on the seventh day, harry walked into the common room looking a mess, tie askew and uniform wrinkled, eyes rimmed red and heavy with dark bags of insomnia. all of his friends were sat around the fire, similarly to the way they had been on the day he punished you, and he figured you were in your dorm with lavender and parvati, and he was on his way to fix you. but ron’s voice stopped him.
“harry mate can we uh… talk to you?” ron asked, placing a nervous hand on the back of his neck.
“yeah,” harry nodded, shaking the nerves away “yeah yeah sure… what’s up?” he asked, taking a place on the couch.
“we have to be honest…” neville began.
“we feel so bad you have to believe us. but ginny said if we didn’t do it she would tell our secrets a-and well…” hermione stumbled nervously.
“well we didn’t think you’d go that hard on her…” seamus continued for them.
“and we certainly didn’t think it’d turn you guys both into this…” luna ended.
“what are you saying?” harry asked, jaw clenching as anger began to brew in his bones.
“we lied… last week,” hermione piped up.
“yn didn’t do any of those things that we said she did. she was an angel like always…” neville bit his lip. harry saw red for the second time in seven days, and he couldn’t fathom why his “friends” would do such a thing.
“why?!” he shouted “what good did it do you to hurt her like that?!” harry demanded.
“ginny said she would tell everyone our secrets…” luna bit her lip.
“what secrets are so bad that you would lie?!” he shouted.
“she said she’d tell everyone what fred and i did fifth year summer…” hermione bit her lip.
“said she’d tell everyone i liked hermione…” ron murmured, toeing at a scuff in the carpeted floor.
“she’d tell everyone i was dating dean…” seamus murmured softly.
“she’d tell everyone i liked luna…” neville whispered.
“and that i liked neville…” luna added softly.
harry was seeing red. he rolled his eyes as he exploded. “hermione everybody already knows that you shagged fred! he can’t keep a secret to save his life! and ron everybody but hermione knows that you’re in love with her! seamus you and dean dating isn’t a secret, you make out in the open courtyard with hundreds of people around! and neville and luna you two are the only ones clueless enough to not see how in love with each other you are! so again i ask why?!”
the gryffindors were all now experiencing the same wrath you did last week, only tenfold, and they couldn’t bare to look at each other, let alone harry. “sorry…” they all murmured in unison.
“yeah well sorry doesn’t fix what i did and it sure as shit doesn’t make my girl feel better! and you all better pray to whatever gods you believe in that i can even still call her my girl or i swear to you, there’ll be hell to pay.” he shook his head angrily as he stood from his seat and went up to your dorm. he knocked furiously on the door untill parvati opened it.
“she doesn’t wish to see you potter,” the girl spat. harry rolled his eyes and shoved her out of the way as he stormed into your dorm and came to stand in front of you on the bed.
it broke his heart the way you cowered away from him and whispered a soft “was i bad again…?” accompanied by a heart breaking whimper.
“baby,” harry begged softly as he kneeled on the floor in front of you. “baby i am so sorry. i’m so so so sorry you’ll never understand how sorry i am for what i did to you and how i made you feel but please… at least let me explain. and after that, if you never want to see me again then i swear to you for the rest of your life i will leave you alone but please let me explain,” he begged.
“okay,” you whispered with a sniffle before looking up at lavender and parvati. “you can go… i’m okay, i promise,” you shot them a small smile, but it was all they needed to trust you, leaving the two of you alone as they closed and locked your door behind them.
harry stayed kneeling in front of you, and as soon as the door closed he was exploding into word vomit. “i am so so indescribably sorry baby. i never should have punished you.”
“yeah… i didn’t even do anything,” you sniffled, wiping your nose on the heel of your palm. “and you took away my thumb when you know i need it for comfort, i’ve told you that multiple times,” you sniffled. “called me a bad girl. and a stupid brat. made me think i was one…” you whimpered, really milking the hurt so he truly understood what you had been going through this past week.
“you’re right, you didn’t deserve that. and had i spoken to you first i would have known that but i didn’t. and i’m so sorry angel,” he whispered. “i was an asshole baby… you’re not a bad girl or a stupid brat. you never could be. you are my most perfect little angel, and i hope with all my heart that you can find it somewhere in your’s to forgive me.”
“so why’d you do it then?” you asked.
“my shit friends lied. told me that you’d been a brat all week just to get me to punish you. i should have talked to you baby and i promise that if you let me, i will spend the rest of my natural born life making it up to you. i swear it on my parents’ grave,” he promised.
you sniffled and looked down at him before hesitantly climbing into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as you laid your head on his shoulder. “why would they do that?” you sniffled.
“cus ginny said if they didn’t she’d tell all their secrets to everyone,” he whispered, slowly wrapping his arms around your waist, giving you time to protest if it wasn’t what you wanted. when you made no move to go against his actions, he wrapped his arms tightly around you and pulled you impossibly closer.
“i don’t like ginny…” you whispered hesitantly.
“yeah… i don’t like her either. i really am sorry baby,” he whispered as he kissed your head.
“i’m not gonna say that it’s okay… because it’s not. you were really mean,” you murmured “could’ve at least talked to me first so i could clear it up,” you sniffled as you nuzzled into his chest.
“i know baby i’m sorry,” he kissed your head again.
“i forgive you… just… never again please?” you asked shyly.
“never again,” he swore as he rubbed your back. “can i see your bum please? so i can put cream on it and make you feel all better?” he asked.
“yes please,” you murmured into his neck.
harry stood with you in his arms and walked over to your drawer with all the toys. he laid on the bed and allowed you to lay on top of him. he kissed your head gently as he pulled your skirt up and pulled your panties down. he was very gentle as he rubbed the cream onto your sore and bruised bottom, whispering praises and reassurances the entire time as he peppered kisses to your head.
once he finished, he put the cap on it and pulled your panties back up, fixing your skirt. “anything else you want me to do baby? you want diamonds? an expensive dinner? all the sweets in honey dukes? anything you want it’s yours,” he promised.
“make them apologize too,” you murmured into his neck.
“that’s all?” he chuckled.
you nodded, murmuring a confirmation of “that’s all,” as he kissed your head. “don’t want you to hate your friends. they were jus’ scared and trying to protect themselves,” you murmured as you sat up on your elbows to press a gentle peck to his lips “promise me.”
“you’re too precious for this world baby,” harry smiled adoringly up at you.
“promise me,” you pushed, holding out your pinkie to enunciate your point.
“i promise,” he smiled, linking his pinkie with yours before proceeding to kiss them. “come on baby, let’s go get your apologies,” he smiled, standing with you still in his arms. he walked the both of you downstairs.
his friends were all still sitting in the same positions as when harry left. and they all instantly turned to meet your gaze, eyes lighting up at the prospect that the two of you were back to normal. “my girl deserves an apology,” harry spoke as he approached the group and set you down.
they all scrambled to form a line in front of you and begin spewing apologies. you told each of them the same thing you told harry. “i’m not gonna tell you guys it’s okay because it isn’t. at all. that was really mean, and i’ve never done anything to you guys. but i forgive you,” and then you went down the line and gave each of them a hug before they apologized to harry as well.
and harry… well what his girl says goes. so he forgave his friends, and everything was back to normal. the seven of you sat around the fireplace, you curled into harry’s chest with his fingers sat on your tongue, suckling gently as he talked and laughed quietly along with his friends.
everyone knew that you were back when you slowly pulled harry’s fingers from your mouth and cheekily looked over at seamus to tease “so finnegan… blow anything up lately?” with a smirk.
“shut it yln… or i’ll blow up your room next,” and everyone laughed. and everything was okay again.
nah hear me out… boxer!ron x nurse!reader. you have no idea who this guy is cus you don’t watch boxing. but all you know is that he ends up in your er every other other week with a broken nose and a bruised and bloodied face that you have to clean up.
by this point you know him by name so when you grab the clipboard and see his name, you’re rolling your eyes as you pull back the curtains and look at him exasperatedly. “why are you back here?!” you exclaim.
“well that’s no way to greet a patient princess” ron smiles, holding his head back as he pinches the bridge of his nose in an attempt to stop the blood.
“you are not a patient mr. weasley, you are a nuisance,” you grumble as you bat his hands away, grabbing the gauze and pushing his head forward. “you’re gonna choke on your own blood if you do that cut it out,” you inform him as you stick the gauze up there. “have they gotten you to x-ray yet?” you asked and he shakes his head.
so you’re sighing and ordering the x-rays and then when they’re ready you’re taking him up. and low and behold he’s got another broken nose. so you’re walking back to him with all your tools and everything that you need and you’re setting up your little table next to him and you look down at him and ask “do you have a problem with opioids?” and he shakes his head as he looks up at you and so you nod and inject the morphine into his iv and then you murmur “this isn’t gonna tickle” as you start opening up his nostrils.
and he’s loopy from the drugs so he’s smiling dopily like “mind if i hold onto you?” and you’re a professional. people have grabbed you and squeezed to brace for pain before so you say no. but you weren’t expecting to go breathless from his large hand being placed on your waist as you fixed his nose. and now you’re flustered, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath as you prepare to break his nose back into place.
and as a nurse you know talking to them through the procedure helps so just before you break it you ask “so what are you? some kind of masochist or something?”
and ron’s chuckling slightly and murmuring “no doll ‘m a boxer,” and his grip on your waist tightens at the same second that you push his nose back into place when he was talking. and you’re flushing even further in embarrassment as you bite your lip and turn away to grab the bandages.
“well you can’t be very good at it if you always end up here after you fight,” you tease as you begin to bandage his nose.
“‘m great at it actually doll. i just like comin’ to see you. ‘m too pussy to ask you out tho, think the drugs might be doin’ most of the talking so i’ll ask before they put me to sleep. you wanna go to dinner with me? friday night? or whenever you don’t work?” and he’s so loopy but the lazy smile he’s looking at you with is so pretty you cannot possibly say no to this gorgeous man in your er bed.
so you’re smiling down at him and brushing the hair from his eyes and murmuring “yeah. i don’t work friday,” and he’s smiling and his whole team is whooping at his bedside he wants to kiss you but you tell him that’s quite unprofessional so he settles for receiving a gentle kiss to his forehead and you putting your number in his phone before grabbing his discharge papers and attending to your other patients.
