Summary: After your medically mandated break, you return to work. Jack and Robby are less than pleased.
TW: pregnancy, talks of miscarriage and infertility
A/N: I'd been in a slump lately and went back to reading some of my old works and realized I never finished this story. I really liked it too. So, I've picked it back up!
“Look what the cat dragged in!” Dana beamed as you walked in. She came around the counter and pulled you into a tight hug.
“I had to get out of the house. I was going crazy.” You chuckled as you walked over to the lockers.
“Well, now it makes sense why Abbots been grumpy this morning.” Dana rolled her eyes, leaning against the wall.
“He is not pleased that I came back. He tried to convince me that I didn’t need to work ever again.” You scoffed, shoving your things into your locker.
“That sounds like a great offer. Why not take him up on it?” Dana asked.
“I can’t just sit at home. He might be able to convince me when the baby is here, but not before. I’ve been chewing at the bars since I got home from the hospital. I feel good, finally. I want to work.” You were having a hard time admitting that you would always be terrified to rely on a man financially after your ex. It was too treacherous.
“Alright, well, let's get to it.” Dana walked off, unconvinced by your explanation.
Jack and Robby were going over the board when you walked up. They were deep in conversation, brows furrowed. Jack’s face softened when he saw you. Robby’s didn’t.
“Why are you here?” Robby snapped.
“It’s good to see you too.” You rolled your eyes.
“She wouldn’t stay home. I had no reason to lock her up.” Jack sighed.
“I was okayed by my OB. I feel good, better than I have this entire pregnancy! I’m working because I want to.” You stood firm.
“Well, I don’t like it.” Robby crossed his arms, looking over at Dana who was also looking less than pleased. “Light duty, Dana.”
“Way ahead of you.” Dana nodded, putting her glasses on.
“Rude.” You shoved him.
“Bunny, take it easy today. Please?” Jack stood in front of you, hands on your biceps.
“I won’t overdo it.” You promised.
“Call me if you need me. Take breaks and eat something substantial. I have spies, I’ll know if you don’t.” You could tell he was nervous. You were too, but you needed to put on a brave face.
“I swear. It’s going to be fine.” You kissed him.
“Okay. I’m going to bed. Be good.” He smiled as he walked off.
You looked up to see Robby still scowling at you. You stuck your tongue out at him and walked off.
“Nurse Robinavitch! You’re back!” Mel came bounding up to you.
“Hey, Mel. You can call me Bunny.” You smiled as she pulled you into a quick hug.
“How are you feeling?” She readjusted her scrub top, clearing her throat.
“Good. The worst seems to have passed.” You watched her fidget with her watch, a nervous energy rolling off her.
“That’s nice. Nice to hear about something good. And you’re showing! That must be so exciting.” She smiled.
“I suppose so. It’s nice to have a real reminder that they’re in there.” You watched her eyes dart around the treatment area. “You okay?”
“Um, yes. I just…I applied for a fellowship here and I have my interview later. I’m a little nervous.” She sighed.
“You’ll do great! You’re one of our best. Just remember that you’re a good doctor with a unique experience to offer.” You smiled.
“Thanks. You’re good at pep talks.” She said as she ran off to her patients.
The day went by rather smoothly. Dana kept a close eye on you, making sure you didn’t take on anything too exhausting. Maybe it was the baby bump, but patients seemed to be calmer and kinder to you. You wouldn’t complain.
You were setting up a fluid pump for your patient when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned to see Dana, waiting with a deeply unamused face.
“Finish that up, then it’s lunch time. Past it.” She sighed.
“Alright, I know.” You mumbled as you set the fluid rate. “Okay, Mrs. Griffith, your fluids are going. You might get a chemical taste in the back of your throat; that’s normal. If you get cold, don’t hesitate to ask anyone for a blanket.”
“Thank you, sweetheart. You’re very good at this.” Mrs. Griffith smiled.
“Thank you. I do my best to keep the poking to a minimum.” You nodded.
“No, I mean you’re good at that too but taking care of people. You’ll do great when that baby comes.” She gestured to your belly.
“Oh. Um, thank you.” You were hit with a wave of emotion, trying to keep the tears at bay. “Just hit the call button if you need anything.” You cleared your throat.
“I’m sorry, dear. I didn’t mean to get you crying.” Mrs. Griffith offered a sympathetic smile.
“She’s alright. Those second-trimester hormones are a force to be reckoned with.” Dana wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you out of the bay.
“Sorry.” You mumbled as the two of you walked into the break room.
“Nothing to apologize for. I get it.” Dana pulled out your lunch box and set it in front of you.
“I don’t remember the last time I cried with a patient.” You sighed, pulling out your sandwich.
“It happens.” Dana shrugged as she pulled a protein bar from the cupboard. “When I was last pregnant, I couldn’t go ten minutes without crying over something.”
“It’s so weird. I’m starting to feel like a different person.” You sighed, taking a bite of your food.
“You are.” Dana smiled, sitting across from you. “That’s part of this whole process. You’re growing, not just physically. That baby will change you in ways you can’t even begin to understand. So did the first one.”
You looked up at her with wide eyes. You weren’t used to people talking about your first pregnancy. Everyone avoided the topic. But you often thought about that baby, that possibility. On occasion, you’d bring it up to Jack. The two of you would talk about what you thought they would have looked like or who they would have been. Both of your therapists encouraged it. Most of the time, it hurt too much.
“They started moving a while ago.” You said.
“Yeah?” Dana watched the emotions flash across your face.
“I didn’t get this far last time. I didn’t get to feel them. It’s so weird. I thought it would make me feel better, a physical sign that they’re still there. But, it makes me more nervous.” You sighed.
“More nervous?” Dana asked.
“I’m attached. Not that I wasn’t before, but I’m so in love with them, and there is so much more at stake now. I loved my first baby, I always will, but I barely got any time to register their existence before they were gone. I’ve spent time with this baby, I feel them. I don’t know if I would survive losing them.” You took a shaky breath.
“I’m going to say something that is going to sound dumb, but it’s the truth,” Dana warned. “You will feel like that for the rest of your life. You learn to live with it, but that fear never goes away. Especially when your baby isn’t within arm’s reach.
“That was a terrible pep talk.” You chuckled.
“Yeah, well, I never said I was a motivational speaker.” Dana laughed.
The door opened and Robby walked in. He looked between the two of you before making his way to the coffee machine.
“Good to see you eating real food.” He huffed.
“Yeah, yeah.” You rolled your eyes.
“Is she taking it easy?” Robby asked Dana, sipping his coffee with a scowl.
“She is. I’m taking care of her, don’t you worry.” Dana hushed him.
“What crawled up your ass and died?” You crossed your arms, watching the creases between his brows deepen.
“I don’t like you being here.” Robby grumbled.
“Excuse me?” You snapped.
“Tread carefully, Cap.” Dana warned.
“Jack told me he offered for you to stay at home, to rest. You refused. It makes me nervous.” Robby scratched at the back of his neck.
“I’m fine, Mike. I don’t want to stay at home with nothing to do.” You sighed, pulling your protein shake from the lunch box and drinking it.
“Forgive me if I’m a little weary of you working; the last time you did, you were admitted.” Robby said.
“I have it under control now. Just some light nausea on rare occasions. I haven’t vomited in two weeks. If I stayed at home, my brain would run away with me. You know that better than anyone.” You sighed, standing up. You tossed your lunchbox and it’s remains into the fridge. There was a subtle flutter that made you still for a moment.
“What? What is it?” Robby set his mug down and stood next to you.
“Nothing.” You said, closing the door and trying to move around him.
“It wasn’t. What happened?” He put a hand on your shoulder.
“I’m fine, Mike! Let me go.” You growled.
“I’m not doing this shit again, Bunny!” Robby barked back.
“God!” You pushed him off. “The baby kicked, I’m not used to it. Happy!?”
“Oh.” His face turned red. “Can I-”
“No, you may not. Jack will be the first one to feel them besides me.” You said. You grabbed your water bottle and stomped out of the room.
“Told you to watch it.” Dana shook her head as she followed you out.
The rest of the shift trudged along. You spent most of the last half doing charts. Dana’s ever-watchful eye on you. You would be lying if you said you minded the opportunity to sit. Your back was already starting to bother you.
You tapped your foot, waiting for Jack to come in. The baby had started to get more active with you being off your feet. When his silver curls came bounding in, you jumped up.
“How was it?” He asked as he unpacked his bag.
“Fine. Come with me.” You grabbed him before he could register what was happening.
“Whoa!” He protested as you pulled him into an empty room and closed the door. “What’s going on?”
“I want to show you something.” You smiled, taking his hand and placing it on your belly where you’d been feeling the jabs all day.
“Bunny, what are you doing?” He asked, standing close to you.
“Dammit. The last half hour, they were kicking up a storm.” You sighed.
“Yeah?” Jack smiled.
“Yeah, I wanted you to feel it.” You couldn’t help the tears welling up.
“It was probably because you were sitting down and resting.” He pulled you over to the chair and plopped you down.
“Talk to them. Maybe they’ll start up when they recognize it’s you.” You ran a hand through his curls.
“I don’t know-”
“It’s just us. Besides, are you going to be embarrassed to talk to them when they’re here?” You crossed your arms.
“Fair point.” Jack smiled. He pressed a kiss to your belly, pulling away just enough to move his lips. “Hey, little guy. Mom says you’ve been dancing up a storm in there. You think you could let your old man feel you? I’d like it a hell of a lot.”
There was a long moment where the air hung electric between you two. Jack’s hands roamed across your belly as he waited for anything to happen. He was about to give up when there was a little nudge against his hand.
“See?” You smiled.
“Wow. That was them?” He asked, a shake to his voice.
“Yeah, they know you already.” You wiped the tears from your cheeks.
“Holy shit.” Jack chuckled, his eyes starting to tear up.
“Pretty cool, huh?” You watched him revel in the moment.
“Amazing.” He leaned close again. “Do it one more time for me. Come on, you can do it.” He was met with another nudge.
“You two are already teaming up. I’m doomed.” You chuckled.
“We’re done for. We’re absolutely wrapped around their finger.” Jack laughed.
The moment was interrupted by Dana coming in. She was about to lecture the two of you, but quickly understood what was going on.
“Robby is whining about getting out of here. Finish up your cute moment and get your ass in gear.” Dana smiled and left.
“Alright, little guy, be good for Mom. I’ll be home in the morning and we can have breakfast.” Jack kissed your belly before standing up, offering you a hand and pulling you to your feet.
“Good surprise?” You asked as the two of you left the room.
Warnings: PinV sex, unprotected sex, fingering, masturbation, swearing, dirty talk, possessive, toxic behaviour, oral! male receiving, established relationship, age gap, angst, alluding to child loss, breeding, pregnancy.
Summary: Michael has a secret that he was too guilty to tell anybody about. Especially Heather Collins.
A/N: I think this might be a mix of everything I personally like when reading a fic hahaha. A complete mess but oh well 🤗
Guilty (adj.) - Originates from the Old English form gyltig "crime, sin, fault, fine, in debt".
Michael Robinavitch felt guilty. Hearing Heather bare her heart to him, her struggle, their shared cluster of cells that never got to be. The possibility that he could have been a father to her child. How different would his life had been? He felt bad because he wouldn’t mourn it. Wouldn’t grieve over the potential what-ifs that would plague her.
And then he had you. The happiness you brought him. The guilt he felt everyday for the life growing within you despite being the happiest he had ever been. Seeing you swell, your body change because of him had awaken a primal need inside of him that he was unfamiliar with up until that point. Sure, he had Jake and he loved Jake like his own but it was different this time around.
It wasn’t that he was ashamed of you. He was ashamed of the fact that he should’ve known better. He had robbed you of your youth, the supposed best years of your life, just for you to end up stuck with him. You and him would share a bond that could never be broken from now on.
Should he have told her? Told Heather about how his life would never be the same again whilst hers was… empty. It was crude and crass. Mean in a way he never wanted to be but it was the truth. Within his hands he held what she wanted the most, and he hadn’t even wanted it for the first few fleeting moments of knowing. That had filled him with guilt as well. How could he regret something so precious?
Those thoughts scared him. He was scared of the concequences. Of the potential karma, middah k’neged middah, that could come back to bite him in the ass for even thinking like that in the first place.
It was a coincidence that he met you. He wasn’t meant to. He should’ve been at work, he was always at work, but then he actually got to leave on time for the first time in weeks. As he was tiredly making his way up his front steps he was startled by an unfamiliar voice calling out his name, causing him to swivel around dangerously fast.
“Whoa, there.” You let out a giggle as you reached out in an attempt to steady him.
He didn’t know you. Had never seen you before. But god did he want to know you.
“Do I know you or-?” He let his voice trail of as he furrowed his brown in contemplation.
“Definitely not, sorry. My nana lives a couple of doors down. She insisted I left some of the cookies we made on your doorstep, didn’t think you’d be home!”
“Nana?”
“On number 4?” You waved your hand down the drive and he understood. That sweet old lady that was always kind to him, always checked in, always admired him for the work he did.
“Thank you.” He smiled tiredly as he accepted the plate of caramel cookies, his stomach rumbling appreciatively.
“You just coming back from work?”
“Hmm? Oh, yes. Busy day.” He laughed awkwardly as he studied you. You were beautiful to put it plain and simply. A face he would never be able to forget. A body he would think about as he fisted himself that night.
“I can image. Could never do that. Be a doctor.” You smiled again and he sighed.
“You visit your nana a lot?” He shouldn’t have asked. Should’ve left it at that, turned around and crawl back into his cave but you had captivated him in those few simple moments. Ensnared him in your being. Trapped him in between your loins without you even knowing it.
It had been inevitable after that. He sought you out. Spent more time on his lawn that he had never cared for before. Made sure to leave work on time whenever he could. It had been a welcomed change, a good change, he felt better for it but yet those thoughts still plagued him. The guilt for wanting to sink his dick into a girl that was too young for him to be thinking about. He wanted to hear you whine in his ear. To taste your slick as you gushed around his fingers. To melt into your entire being without abandon. And he would, eventually, and you would welcome him.
The first time he got you in his bed was one month after the first time he had seen you. You had been stopping by after you’d visited your Nana every Thursday and Sunday. Sometimes it was just for a chat. Sometimes he would invite you in for a cold beverage. And, eventually, it became so much more.
It was you who’d let yourself in after he worked a long shift, creeping through his house that you had grown more familiar with as you searched for him. He was sitting on the couch, hunched over his own lap with his head in his hands after another long shift, breathing heavily as he tried to will the adrenaline to leave his body.
“Long day?” Your hands slid over his shoulders as you asked your question in a way that was far too alluring for a question asked between simple friends.
“You have no idea.” Michael sighed as he leaned back, welcoming the way your hands moved to his shoulders, rubbing them firmly.
“You wanna tell me about it?” His eyes opened to meet yours as you moved to face him. He should’ve left it there. Should’ve talked to you, unload some of his burden through words yet he couldn’t do it. Instead, his hand grabbed onto your shirt, pulling you down so each of your legs rested on either side of him. You let out a giggle over his actions because they didn’t startle you, you had been greatly anticipating them. You had seen the way he would watch you, eyes heavy with lust whenever your shirt would ride just a little bit too low or your skirt would rise too high to still be decent.
“Do *you* want me to tell you about it?”
“Of course.” You ran your hand over his hair, caressing it as your hand came to rest on the back of his neck, watching as his eyes traced your face with wonder.
“Maybe later.” He murmured before reaching up to connect his lips with your own. It was like Michael could never get enough of you, biting and pulling at your lips. His tongue explored your mouth with a delighted moan. You couldn’t help but grind your hips down into his lap, gasping as you felt the large growing bulge that pushed against you. His lips found their way to your neck, suckling and leaving wet kisses in his wake. You grew wetter with every nibble.
Michael guided you to his bedroom, pushing and pulling at your clothes to undress you as you went before pushing you down on the bed as he hurriedly worked on pulling off his own shirt and jeans.
“I’ve had a really stressful day, honey. You gonna make it all better for me?” Michael asked as he gazed down at you, already dazed as you laid there on his bed. The bed that smelled like him, that was soft against your skin, and you never wanted to leave.
“Yeah.” You nodded eagerly. He was still in his boxers, hands running over your legs, up and down as he memorised the way you felt.
“You’re so sweet to me, honey, aren’t you?” He mumbled before crawling over you, his stiff cock rubbing against your thighs through his boxers as he went. You couldn’t help the moan that slipped out, and a small smile grew on Michael’s face as he heard it. Your moans were a symphony, singing through his house as he admired it.
As his lips connected with yours again, your hand trailed down, rubbing him through the material. The thickness overwhelmed you, your breath hitching as you pushed the fabric down frantically, need ing to feel it.
“Aren’t you an eager girl?” Michael pressed a kiss to your cheek, letting out a moan as you finally wrapped your fingers around him. Somehow, he felt thicker this way, long and throbbing for you as you pumped him timidly.
“God, you feel so good.” Something came over him as he heard you puff out those words, seeding with anticipation. He never thought he’d hear you say them and it awoke something in him that he couldn’t entirely control.
“You wanna have a taste, sweetheart?”
You were eager as you moved slightly to the side so he could lay down, sinking into the pillows as you came to your knees between his parted legs. Of course, you were compliant, eagerly opening your mouth to take him in. You rested your hands on his thighs to steady yourself.
He was quick to rest his hand on the back of your head, guiding you as you took him in your mouth. There was no easing into it. Not this time. Not when your mouth practically watered over the thought of tasting him, of feeling the slight tangy saltiness of him on your tongue.
Michael softly encouraged you to take him, the length of his shaft being swallowed as far as you could go, gagging around him as he hit the back of your throat.
“Shh… gentle, honey. Don’t hurt yourself.” He muttered softly, caressing your head before getting lost in the feeling of your hot mouth wrapped around him, moans and groans slipping out through his clenched teeth.
Your eyes watered as his hips almost involuntarily bucked to meet your mouth, but you loved the taste of him and couldn’t get enough of him as you hollowed your cheeks, trying to take him even further.
‘*Fuck!*’ He groaned out. You were watching him from under hooded eyelids and his gaze was intense as he stared back, eyes practically glowing with lust.
“You’re doing so well for me.”
You moaned around him, a small dollop of drool trailing down your chin. One of your hands moved from his thigh to gently play with his balls and he moaned before giving a final, small thrust into your mouth and then withdrawing himself from you.
There were tears of pleasure trickling down your cheeks and you couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction as you wiped your mouth clean with the back of your hand.
“Come here.” Michael went to take your hand but you drew it back, shaking your head as you smiled at him. You didn’t say anything as you turned around on the bed, sinking your front down and spreading your knees for him. Your face was down, ass up as you glanced at him over your shoulder, wiggling slightly to tease him. You needed him inside of you. You were already so unbelievably wet, practically dripping onto the sheets as your walls clamped down on nothing again.
He was admiring you. Taking his sweet time as he thought this would be the only time he would do so. You weren’t enjoying it as much as he appeared to be. You *needed* to be touched. There was this incredible yearning inside of you, it felt like your entire body was buzzing from how horny you were and the ache between your thighs was becoming unbearable. You couldn’t help but slide your fingers closer to your core, ready to plunge them into yourself to get some kind of relief. He stopped you before you could get any further though, caressing your fingers as he used his other hand to sit up behind you.
“You’re too perfect.” He muttered it quietly to himself but you still heard him, causing your body to flush with further heat.
You were hyper-aware of his proximity, he was so close you could feel his heat against the back of your thighs, and you were ready to beg for any kind of touch, you just needed to *feel* him. But you didn’t need to beg for Michael to slide his massive fingers down the curve of your spine just a few moments later. He palmed your ass, kneading your cheeks with both hands.
“So gorgeous.” He breathed out shakily, completely enamoured at the sight of you presented for him.
“Could keep you like this for days. Fucking you until you swell.” His words sent a shiver down your spine and you were flooded with wetness again. Your thighs almost jerked as you impulsively moved backwards, seeking some sort of further contact.
“Do you want me?”
“Yes! Please, Michael, please.” You could’ve started sobbing from the need right there and then, you couldn’t take the wait any longer.
Michael spread you wide in front of him, lining up his knees with your own as he gently and slowly dragged his thick cock through your folds, coating it in your slickness. You were sure that he enjoyed torturing you; your entire body was close to convulsions caused by the anticipation, it felt like it was eating you up, swallowing you whole.
“You sure, honey?” Michael teased you, sounding far too calm and unaffected by the situation, “You sure you want an old man like me?” He started withdrawing himself from you, hands leaving your flesh, but you reacted quickly, sitting up and grabbing a hold of his wrist before he was too far away.
“No, no, no, please, Michael. Only want you, only you, please just-“You usually weren’t one to plead but it was impossible not to, you needed him more than you’d ever needed anyone before.
Michael loved hearing you beg; it was obvious from the satisfied look that flashed across his face. It was so painfully obvious that you were ready to do just about anything for his cock.
He motioned for you to get back into your previous position on all fours and then, *finally*, he pushed in, in one slow, agonising thrust, burying his thick shaft to the hilt inside of you. The entire room practically shook from the loud groan he let out as he split you open.
“Jesus Christ, you take me so fucking well.” Michael sounded like he was almost in disbelief, ecstatic from the sight of his throbbing cock disappearing into the sweetness that was you, buried deep inside your slick warmth. The burn from the stretch was welcomed as pure bliss and you couldn’t help letting out a shuddering gasp.
He let you adjust, pressing himself into you and just resting there for a moment. The way you pulsed around him was killing him. He could feel the way your body urged his to move and all he could do was heed. He moved with small, shallow thrusts before he lost the small threads of the semblance of control he had managed to somehow maintain. He pulled back, his cock leaving you entirely for a moment before he started pounding into you.
You cried out, hands bunching up his sheets as bliss ran through you.
“Feels so good.” You breathe out shakily between urgent thrusts.
“Yeah?” Michael cooed as he pulled back out. “You like my cock? I’m gonna make you feel so good.” He promised.
His thrusts were sharp and precise with an unrelenting and frenzied tempo. His grip on your hips was so becoming almost painfully tight as he used it to slam you back against him, but you didn’t care, too lost in the waves that were overtaking you. You would cherish any marks left by him on your body.
“You feel so good around my cock, honey.” He praised in a murmur. “So fucking tight.” Michael grabbed a hold of your arms, pulling you up as he continued pumping into your sweet cunt. He had you pressed flush against his chest, back arching as the sound of skin slapping and the wet squelches of your sopping wet pussy echoed around the room. It made you even more drenched; the mixture of your pleasure pooling around the base of his cock, running down the inside of your thighs.
One of Michael’s hands shifted to palm gently at your breast while the other travelled downward to roll and lightly pinch at your clit while rolling his hips and you writhed against him.
“You gonna be a good girl and cum around me?” He asked lowly in your ear. “You gonna beg me to cum inside you?”
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes, please, Michael.”
Michael pushed you down onto the bed, unsheathing himself from you.
You didn’t even have to begin to miss the feeling of him before he had wrestled you into the position he wanted you in with legs wrapped around his waist and back to the bed so that he could easily drill into you in deep but short strokes.
You felt yourself slowly losing whatever composure you had left as your muscles tighten over the coiling tension. Your walls gripped him tighter and tighter until finally, your eyes rolled back as you reached your peak, walls spasming and moan bouncing around the room. You were seeing stars as your legs shook uncontrollably from the overwhelming feeling.
Michael was relentless as he continued pumping into you throughout your convulsing climax, determined to make you feel the best you ever had, although the pace was much slower than previously. His breaths were coming out in short pants whilst your own breathy moans as you trembled.
You reached up, treading your fingers through his hair to pull him down slightly to connect your lips in a kiss. It was soft. A sort of ‘thank you for making me come’.
“You haven’t begged yet.” He murmured after a few pecks, picking up the pace of his hips once again, balls swinging as they slapped against you every time he fucked into you.
His pelvis was rubbing against your clit in a delicious way, driving you toward the edge again but you were conscious enough in your own thoughts, not yet completely lost in the pleasure again, to follow his command.
“Please, Michael, cum inside of me. I need it.” You pleaded in his ear, causing him to let out a hissed groan.
“Fuck, honey. You sound so good when you beg. He praised with a wet kiss to your lips.
You were sure he was just about to cum, but then he surprised you, flipping you over so that you were on top. Michael placed his hands behind his head, studying you with a bold look.
“Wanna make me cum, honey?” He asked and you were more than happy to comply, quickly moving to the right position so you could easily bounce up and down his cock. Was it possible for him to be as deep as he was? Your hips snapped down over and over, hands stabilizing you on his chest. You loved it when Michael was in control but seeing the way you made his mind hazy underneath you were a sight for sore eyes.
Michael’s orgasm washed over him with a deep jerk upward, spilling deeply into you with a deep groan. Your previously vigorous bounces became softer as your walls milked him dry of every last drop. You bite your lip with a smile, running your hands over his chest for comfort. He was so solid beneath you, ropes of muscles flexing involuntarily.
“You look so pretty just like that.” Michael caressed your cheek sweetly.
Now, here you were. Months later and swelled with his child. With his love. With his devotion. You would so often tell him that he made you the happiest you had ever been but he didn’t know if he truly believed you. Jealousy plagued him whenever you would go out together and he would see the way others looked at you. You were an **enigma**, lusted after by many. And that green, sickly little monster that steadily grew beneath his skin roared its ugly head whenever he would catch their eyes lingering longer than appropriate. He’d placed his heavy hand at your waist, place a kiss beind your ear, and caress the skin of your arms when he did so, showing them that you were claimed by him.
He knew what they all thought. That he was too old, you were too pretty, it would never work. But he knew you. You wanted this life with him more than anything, basking in the happiness of sweet domesticity that had enveloped you and your little family. It was forever you and him until the end, you both had ensured that.
It would be foolish to think that others hadn’t noticed the change in Robby’s demeanour. The weight that had rested on his shoulders for the last few years was lighter. Glaringly obviously so. As much as he thought he could hide it before, the act of no longer trying was abundantly clear. Michael Robinavich had found his way back to happiness.
Yet, he did not tell them why. They could guess, muse over what they thought the cause to be. Maybe he started going to a new therapist? Tried a new workout form? Finally got laid?
No matter how relentless the questions where, the teasing glances, he never let them know. Not until you happened to walk into the E.R. on a Thursday afternoon.
You waltzed in to the Pitt with a smile that tasted of sunshine, with glee evident in every stride. Your hips swayed under the weight of your belly, yet the literal pep in your step couldn’t even be held down by it. You had slinked in through the ambulance bay, just as he’d instructed if ever you needed to. as much as he wanted to keep you all to himself, to never tell anybody of his precious, he couldn’t bring himself to stop you from seeing him whenever you wanted to or needed to.
Dana saw you first. Eyebrows raising slightly over the apparent audacity of sneaking in and then furrowing with worry when she saw your belly, concerned that something was wrong with you.
“Miss, can I help you?”
Her voice had startled you for a moment, mouth forming into an ‘o’ as you abandoned your search for something she wasn’t quite sure about.
“Oh, yes please! I’m looking for Michael.” You smiled and Dana was puzzled.
“Michael?”
“Doctor Robinavich?”
“I think he’s busy right now. Perhaps one of our other doctors can look you over? Is something wrong with the baby?” Dana led you over to one of the chairs in the hallway, nudging you to sit down as you cradled your stomach, letting out a small huff as you did so.
“No, I don’t think so?” You were puzzled, too tired to understand why she was concerned.
“It’s best if somebody has a look.” She said with a tone of finality that left you speechless, nodding your head as she apparently knew best.
It was a rush and tumble of limbs as Doctor McKay introduced herself to you, pulled you up with a helping arm, and had you ushered into a room and onto a gurney in the huff of a breath.
“How far along are you?”
”Oh, ehm… 32 weeks” McKay pressed gently and firmly on your stomach as he asked you some routine questions that you tried to answer to the best of your ability.
“Have you had any pain or tenderness today?”
“Could you get Dr. Robinavich?” Your question caused her to pause in her movements, a contemplative look being shared between her and Dana.
“Have you been to the E.R. recently?”
“No?” You looked unsure over your own answer.
“Dr. McKay, do you need help in here?” Michael’s voice carried through the room with a startle, yet it didn’t scare you. He pushed the curtain aside, pausing as he saw you laid there with your round stomach bared to the world, his child inside of you, and all sense of composure left his body. Your name left him almost breathlessly as he felt a cold shiver of fear run through him.
“Hi!” You chirped, happy to see him despite the situation you had somehow found yourself in. “I brought your lunch.” You motioned to the bag you had been lugging with you that was now resting on the floor.
“Lunch?” It wasn’t he that asked, it was McKay who had taken a step back from you, looking even more bewildered than before.
“Mhmm… I made lasagna.” You smiled at her.
“Lasagna.” Dana inserted herself, looking at Robby with an expression that was clearly asking for an explanation. “You said you were hurt?” She questioned you and Robby felt dizzy again over the possibility.
“No, I don’t think I said that…” You sounded unsure once more, hands smoothing over your belly as if to check.
“You hurt yourself?” Michael asked you, ignoring his coworkers that were watching the situation unfold.
“You left before I gave you your lunch.” Your voice sounded small and Michael felt his heart ache. He crossed the small space, coming up beside you, taking your hand in both of his.
“I’m sorry.” He gave you a small smile, overwhelmed by the way you *cared* for him. He hadn’t felt that in a while, not in this way.
“Baby okay then?”
“Yeah, baby okay.” You nodded your head.
Dana and McKay watched as Robby caressed your stomach in a way that was too familiar, looked down at you with a softness in his eyes and a too sweet smile for you to be just a patient.
He helped you up and they quite slinked out through the curtains, sharing a look that screamed “what-the-fuck” before Dana looked around as if wondering if she had imagined it all.
“What the hell is going on today?” It was a rhetorical question. Asked to herself more than anyone else. Had she overworked her self so much that she was imagining things? But, of course, she wasn’t. Not to that extent. She hadn’t been alone with you and Robby.
The curtain was drawn back with a startle. Robby walking out and you followed behind him, stomach tucked away in your shirt but it was still there. Still real.
“Sorry about that, ladies.” Dana almost wanted to laugh at Robby’s attempt to brush them aside. She knew that he knew she wouldn’t just let this slide.
“Let me follow you out.” Michael murmured to you, placing a tender hand on your lower back as he steered you toward the exit.
“I’m sorry.” You said as the two of you came to a standstill outside of the Pitt, looking down at your shoes with uncertainty.
“You don’t need to apologise, honey.” Michael let out a small laugh as he encircled you in his arms.
“But I- your colleagues thought…”
“They needed something to talk about anyways, today’s been too quiet.”
“I don’t think you should say that word.”
“No, probably not.” He pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “Thank you for lunch.”
“I made lasagna.”
“So I heard. You ate, too?”
“Mhmm, baby was hungry.”
“Good.” Another kiss, another caress to your stomach, feeling his baby kick before you were on your way back home to the house you now shared.
Robby watched you go long after you had disappeared, bracing himself for the inevitable onslaught of questions that would face him once he entered back through those doors. His hands rested on his shoulders, massaging the invisible knots in his neck before he spun around on his heels.
He had barely had a chance to sit down before Dana materialised in front of him.
“Something you wanna tell me, Robby?” Dana asked, looking at him with feigned disapproval.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” Robby pretended to be far too invested in the screen in front of him.
“No? You don’t happen to be more than half way to being a daddy? I doubt it’s somebody else’s kid in there.”
Robby glowered over the thought that somebody else had made you the way that you were. It was his doing. His achievement. He was the one that had fucked you until tears leaked from your eyes, over and over again. He was the one that had filled your womb with his cum as he grunted and groaned, fucking into you without abandon and pumping his cum into you to make sure it stayed. He’d wanted it to stick then, a baseless fantasy that eventually became reality.
“See, that look on your face tells me everything I need to know.” Dana let out a sharp laugh.
“Look, I don’t-“
“You think I’m stupid or something? She looked awfully young.”
“‘Course not.”
“Then what the hell?”
“I know it’s wrong, I know I’m a dirty old bastard, alright? I just- it felt… it was never the right time to say anything about it. Not here.” He leaned toward her, whispering the words as he glanced around the E.R. He knew the sight of you and him and yours had stirred the surface of the gossiping pool. The nurses didn’t even have to hide it as they eagerly tried to listen to the words their chief and charge nurse were exchanging.
And then he saw her. Heather. Michael Robinavich didn’t want to share his joy because he knew about her pain. It wasn’t because he still loved her or had lingering feelings of any kind. He just didn’t want to cause her more heartache. And then the guilt came rushing back. For everything, over nothing.
Heather watched him from afar, teeth gnawing on her bottom lip as somebody whispered his secret in her ear. And he wished he could have told her first. Robby felt as if he had owed her that much at least. But it was too late and he didn’t know if he wanted to see whether she’d be happy for him or broken. So, he looked away.
“I hope you know you owe me a pay raise for keeping that from me, you dirty old man.” Dana slapped a hand against his shoulder as she let out a laugh, oblivious to his inner turmoil.
He grumbled, putting his glasses back on to return to his work.
“So, how did you two meet anyways? You snatched her from a kindergarten?”
More human Kinger, Queenie, and Scratch doodles because. I cannot help myself.
(Edit: changed the format so that ppl would realize this is an art piece 😭)
Someone suggested I draw them as that one meme and that got me thinking about their wedding as a whole :D (I think the anatomy is really off in the meme but that’s ok it’s just a meme lol)
Laszlo was Grant’s best man! :3 He had the time of his life planning the bachelor party but was sorely disappointed when he found out wedding ceremonies with parents and in-laws present involve a lot less partying than he originally thought
Also I’ve decided that Mary in the St. Lanier’s au had endometriosis because I can afflict characters with whatever I wanna afflict them with :D
I’m not sure how to preface the following stuff besides it’s kind of sensitive topics? Just giving y’all a general trigger warning until I figure out what exactly to warn. Tw miscarriage mention I guess?
So very NOT fun fact: Mary, in the St. Lanier’s au, had a miscarriage very shortly before Laszlo’s cancer diagnosis :(
Between everything that was going on around then AND working in a hospital Mary very much felt like she was surrounded by death and was not in a good place mentally.
Grant tried his best to help her through it, though, while ofc coping with it himself :,)
Also edit: fixed the drawing to have Grant’s freckles
After seeing this fanart, a sweet anon sent me this prompt: "Imagine that you are a simple girl in another tribe who attracted the leader Sukuna who at that moment came to negotiate with the leader of your tribe, he became interested in you and decided to make you his wife and cooperate with your people. So you left with him and began to live with him and give birth to his heirs."
Thank you so much for sending me this! When I saw the art, I was thinking of something along those lines, too! The picture reminded me of the tv show Vikings, so the following headcanons take place in that time.
Pairing: Viking!Sukuna x Reader (female)
Genre: Smut + fluff
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: 18+, smut, arranged/forced marriage, virginity loss, blood, breeding, pregnancy, slight lactation kink, having children, miscarriage (Sukuna comforts reader afterwards. He doesn't just want her because of the heirs she can give him), general mentions of violence and human sacrifices. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.
There is art now for this fic by the lovely @sweetlandspos! Thank you so much Émilie, for bringing Viking!Sukuna to life! He's so beautiful!
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who is feared for his ruthlessness in battle and his strength that seems almost god-like. All the other tribes try to stay on his good side and forge alliances with him instead of giving him a reason to burn down their towns.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who looks so intimidating when he comes to visit your settlement. Tall and broad-shouldered with all those buff muscles on display and the bones of his enemies decorating his clothes.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who you can't take your eyes off when you and the rest of your tribe gather in your leader's throne room and watch the negotiations. He sends shivers down your spine, but not just in a fear-inducing way, if you are honest. He is so enticing. Powerful and intelligent, and so attractive.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who is such a beautiful man. His face is too pretty for a warrior. Not even his scars and tribal tattoos can hide his beauty. A smug smirk lifts the corners of his lips, and his voice is calm and confident. He moves gracefully like a big cat, beautiful but deadly. He is the most stunning man you have ever seen, and you hang on every word that falls from his lips as if he carries ancient magic in his voice.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, whose icy blue eyes scan the crowd slowly, glittering like two precious jewels in the firelight illuminating the crowded room. Your breath catches in your throat when that intense gaze lands on you. You feel like a small animal trapped in the gaze of its hunter. Should you lower your head to show him your respect? Or will he take affront if you dare to look at anything else but him?
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who takes the decision away from you when he smirks at you and laughs softly before he turns his attention back to your leader.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who announces his conditions for a peace treaty in a confident, demanding tone. The voice of a man who is used to getting what he wants. A man who knows he is too powerful to get turned down.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who suddenly points a long tattoed finger at you and speaks the words that will flip your whole world upside down, "And I want her."
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who makes your heart drop with his demand, but all you can do is stare at him in a mix of fear and excitement. A murmur runs through the crowd, and already, several hands are pressing against your back, shoving you towards Sukuna, making you stumble and screech as you are about to fall at his feet.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who catches you before you hit the ground, his muscular arms holding you easily, an amused smirk lighting up his handsome face, light blue eyes glittering in amusement as he drawls teasingly, "Aww, someone's eager to become my little wife, huh?"
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who makes you sit on his lap that evening when a big feast is held in his honor and to seal the peace treaty with your tribe. You barely dare breathe, full of fear as you sit on his strong, muscled thighs, gasping when one of his large hands wanders under your skirt to squeeze your thigh possessively.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who has two of his men stand guard in front of your door so no one will attack his future wife or maybe to prevent you from sneaking away. But you aren't even sure you want to run from him. Who are you here in your current tribe anyway? Just another orphan who grew up to help on one of the farms. Isn't this new role much more important? To be the bride of Ryomen Sukuna? To be a means that allows your tribe to prosper and ensures peace and trade with Sukuna?
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, whose large hand has a firm, unrelenting grip on your arm as he leads you to his horse the next morning. But he lets you say goodbye to all your loved ones, taking their blessings and well wishes with you before your future husband helps you onto his horse.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who is such a rough man, but whose hands are surprisingly gentle when he lifts you onto the back of his giant horse. He sits behind you, his firm muscles pressing against your back, rippling with every move he makes. His muscular buff arms cage you in, keeping you captive or keeping you safe. You can't tell which one of the two it is.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who makes a conflict rage in your chest. On the one hand, you are scared of this dangerous big man who has the power to just demand to have you as if you are some cattle. On the other hand, you can't deny that small hidden part of you that feels excited that such a powerful and attractive man desires you enough to want to make you his wife.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who makes your pulse flutter nervously when you feel his strong arms around you and hear him order his men around with his low, velvety voice, telling them to find a good resting place for the night.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who kisses you roughly on that first night. His large hands that cup your face are calloused, but his lips are warm, and his tongue is soft and so skilled when he pries your mouth open and licks into it. It's nothing like the shy, clumsy kisses you shared with the boys in your settlement. Sukuna is a feared warrior, a powerful tribe leader, someone who people believe is actually the son of a god. And you can feel all that in his kiss. Deep and intense, making your head spin and your body brim with a desire you have never felt before.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who rides with you again the next day and trails teasing kisses down your neck to pass the time during the long ride. You are sure he is fully aware of what he is doing to you. How he makes your heart race and makes a mix of fear and arousal throb in your veins. Especially when he grabs your chin to tilt your face up and capture your lips in a heated, wet kiss, licking unashamedly into your mouth in front of his men, showing everyone that you are his.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who whispers in your ear, "Are you scared of me, my little wife?" and then breaks out in loud, barking laughter when you exhale shakily and tell him, "Only a fool wouldn't be scared of you... but maybe I am also flattered that you picked me, my lord."
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who still chuckles while his tongue licks a lazy stripe up the side of your neck, and he huskily tells you, "I am not a lord. I am a god. And I saw a goddess right there in that shabby throne room. I had to take you with me. It was a sign from the gods. You will give me such strong and beautiful children. Together, we can conquer the whole world."
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who forces himself to keep his hands off you before your wedding night as a show of respect to the gods, but who lets you feel his desire for you when he hugs you from behind and presses his hardness against you once you have moved into his house.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who has you dressed in the finest garments for your wedding day. A beautiful red dress lined with gorgeous white ermine fur that was specifically made for you. Your neck, wrists, and ears are decorated with glittering gold and precious gemstones.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who makes you squeal when he swoops you up into his muscular arms and carries you into the ceremony hall, accompanied by the loud cheers of his people. Your hand is shaking when you exchange wedding rings with him, but you stay brave, speaking your vows and taking Sukuna's heavy sword when he offers it to you as his promise to protect you.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who sacrifices several of his enemies to the gods to ask for their blessings for your marriage and your fertility. He looks scary with the pattern painted onto his face with fresh blood. But at the same time, it makes him look feral in a way that makes an unknown heat throb between your legs.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who shares his food and mead with you on the decadent feast held after the wedding ceremony, where you sit on the throne next to his. One of his strong arms stays wrapped around your waist the whole evening, and the deep glances he sends your way make your skin tingle with anticipation.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who takes your virginity that night, making you cry out in pain when his thick cock splits you open for the first time. But his lips silence your cry, and soon you make other noises. Loud moans of pleasure fall from your lips as your new husband moves inside you with deep and sure thrusts that hit a spot inside you that makes you scratch the broad muscles of his back and arch up against Sukuna's huge body. Your cunt throbs around his cock as you find the sweetest and most intense release you ever had.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who afterward pushes two of his long fingers into your used cunt to push his seed back into you, leaning down to kiss you savagely and murmuring in your ear that he wants to see your belly hard and swollen with his heirs.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who paints his clan symbols on your face with a mix of your virginal blood and his cum, telling you that you are his forever and that you are blessed by the gods now too after taking his seed into you.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who is so proud when you show the first signs of pregnancy.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who becomes extremely protective and possessive now that you carry his heir. Who worships your body every night, cupping and kissing your swollen breasts, licking at the drops of milk that already spill from them, telling you it tastes like the nectar of the gods.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, whose large rough hands caress your swollen belly gently, who kisses it, and talks to your unborn child, telling his son, as he predicts, that he will be born under the blessing of the gods. That he will become a great leader and a god himself one day.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who is triumphant when your first child is a boy with pink hair and a strong build and loud voice. A future leader just like his father. The first heir of many more to follow.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who is feared by everyone but treats his wife and newborn child with a gentleness that surprises you. He asks you to let him hold your baby and carry him in his strong arms. And the way Sukuna looks at your child tells you that he doesn't just see little Yuuji as an heir but as someone who has Sukuna's heart.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, whose hungry and proud gaze follows you for days until he has you under him again, fucking you with hard, deep thrusts, moaning loudly, and pumping you full of his seed over and over again. "You gave me such a strong heir, my love. I know you'll give me so many more."
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who rushes to your side when you have a miscarriage during your second pregnancy. Who hugs you to his broad chest, wipes the sweat and blood off you, and cradles you in his arms.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who kisses your tears away and reassures you when you are scared he will kick you out if you won't give him more heirs.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who shakes his head and tells you, "I mourn our unborn child, but I thank the gods for not taking my beloved wife away from me too. You are more to me than just a vessel that gives birth to my heirs. You are my wife, my companion, the one who the gods sent to me as my soulmate. I love you. Even if we have no more children, I will never take a new wife."
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who you see in a new light after the reassurance and love he gave you on that day. And suddenly, you find yourself falling in love with your husband, too. You treat him more tenderly. You caress his soft hair when the two of you cuddle in your bed to keep each other warm. You kiss the tattoos on his face and smile at him, your heart fluttering when Sukuna smiles back at you and pulls you into a slow, tender kiss. You will never forget the happiness in his eyes when you tell him you love him too.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who fucks you thoroughly that night until the two of you are sweating and rolling around on top of the warm furs, kissing and caressing each other needily while he fills you with his hot seed until you are overflowing from it.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who is delighted when you give birth to your second child, and that child looks like the perfect mix of the two of you. He grins at you and tells you that this is clearly a child of love, conceived on the night you confessed your love to him.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who is actually a caring husband who truly treasures you. Who likes to spend his nights with you wrapped under the warm furs, making slow love while he kisses you deeply, rolling his hips with those slow, languid moves that make you sob his name and come undone so sweetly on his cock.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who likes to hold you in his strong arms afterward, with your head resting on his broad chest and your small fingers tracing the tattoos on his chest and abs. He loves to talk to you for hours every night, telling you all about his day, about his current worries and plans, about political things and battle tactics, trusting you with all his secrets.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, whose love fills you with warmth even on the coldest winter days. Your heart is held securely in his strong hands. And you know that no one will dare lay a hand on you or your children in fear of Sukuna's wrath. His strength and power make you feel safe here in your new home.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who teaches you how to enjoy sex to the fullest. Who teaches you how to ride his cock and his face. Who teaches you how to take from him too. Because he is your husband, and that means he belongs to you just as much as you belong to him.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who trusts you with ruling in his place during his absence. Who declares that anyone who disrespects you will get sacrificed to the gods.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who keeps you on his thick, strong cock all night before he has to leave for one of his various exploration trips or battles, savoring you to the fullest. Making sure to fuck you so good that you will still feel him for days after he set sail.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who pulls you into his arms one last time before he boards the ship, kissing you deep and long. And there is this burning love in his blue gaze when he tells you, "I will do anything in my power to come back to you, my love. I have the gods on my side. But if, for whatever reason, they should decide it is my time to enter Valhalla, then I want you to know that I will wait there until you join the afterlife, too, and I will come find you, no matter where you are."
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who luckily doesn't go to Valhalla and always comes back to you with more scars on his gorgeous body but with the same love in his eyes.
AAAHHH I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM!!! This became much longer than I intended, but I really miss the show Vikings, and I love Viking!Sukuna to an insane amount, so it is what it is ;) This was, once again, very self-indulgent, but hopefully, some of my fellow Sukuna lovers will enjoy it too! Thank you so much to the nice anon who sent me that prompt!
Please let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.
