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Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.
#luke castellan x reader#finnick odair x reader#bucky barnes x reader#rafe cameron x reader#jj maybank x reader#john b x reader#mattheo riddle x reader#theodore nott x reader#enzo berkshire x reader#draco malfoy x reader#blaise zabini x reader#sirius black x reader#james potter x reader#remus lupin x reader#robb stark x reader#jon snow x reader#stiles stilinski x reader#isaac lahey x reader#derek hale x reader#jacob black x reader#neteyam x fem!reader#loak x reader#jake sully x fem!reader#sam winchester x reader#dean winchester x reader#dean forester x reader#jess mariano x reader#thomas shelby x reader#tmr!thomas x reader#newt x reader
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when y/n does something so bad/embarrassing you have to facepalm and close your eyes for a minute
#bucky barnes x reader#hannibal x reader#spencer reid x reader#dean winchester x reader#supernatural x reader#evan buckley x reader#wanda maximoff x reader#jasper hale x reader#sanji x reader#aaron hotchner x reader#criminal minds x reader#joe goldberg x reader#derek morgan x reader#mattheo riddle x reader#theodore nott x reader#sirius black x reader#remus lupin x reader#eddie diaz x reader#natasha romanoff x reader#fanfiction#x reader#y/n#sam winchester x reader#eddie munson x reader#robin buckley x reader#steve harrington x reader#loki x reader#loki laufeyson x reader#tate langdon x reader#daryl dixon x reader
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18+ mdni
that reality check hitting after reading smut
#natti’s 18+#eddie munson x reader#steve harrington x reader#remus lupin x reader#benedict bridgerton x reader#anthony bridgerton x reader#meme#smut#x reader#rafe cameron x reader#jj maybank x reader#spencer reid x reader#jennifer jareau x reader#aaron hotchner x reader#emily prentiss x reader#derek morgan x reader#logan howlett x reader#wolverine x reader#dean winchester x reader#bucky barnes x reader#peter parker x reader#finnick odair x reader#sirius black x reader#james potter x reader#evan buckley x reader#eddie diaz x reader
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pov: I find a good smut fic but it includes a daddy kink
#I hate daddy kinks sm#I wanna start a petition to ban daddy kinks#jk#joel miller x reader#bucky barnes x reader#tony stark x reader#obi wan kenobi x reader#sirius black x reader#spencer reid x reader#aaron hotchner x reader#jim hopper x reader#derek hale x reader#steve rogers x reader#remus lupin x reader#steve harrington x reader#george weasley x reader#fred weasley x reader#dean winchester x reader#sam winchester x reader
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The bond between a girl and her favorite fictional man? That shit’s toxic, but in the best way. It’s this messed-up, all-consuming obsession where she’ll go to war for a man who doesn’t even exist—like, literally fight someone for talking shit about him. She knows he’s a red flag with legs, but she’s ready to unpack his trauma and let him ruin her life, because he gets her in ways real guys never could. He’s everything she wants and everything she should probably stay the hell away from, but fuck it. It’s not about logic; it’s about the fantasy of someone who’s so broken, they’d burn the whole world down just to love her.
It’s painful, because she knows he’ll never be real, but that doesn’t stop her from falling harder every damn time she opens the book, watches the show, or reads another fanfic. And yeah, it hurts like hell, but it’s a beautiful kind of hurt. The kind that makes her want to scream and cry and laugh all at once.
Because no real guy could ever compare to that kind of perfectly fucked-up perfection. (And cause he will fuck you till you can't think straight)
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#luke castellan x reader#finnick odair x reader#bucky barnes x reader#rafe cameron x reader#jj maybank x reader#john b x reader#mattheo riddle x reader#theodore nott x reader#enzo berkshire x reader#draco malfoy x reader#blaise zabini x reader#sirius black x reader#james potter x reader#remus lupin x reader#robb stark x reader#jon snow x reader#stiles stilinski x reader#isaac lahey x reader#derek hale x reader#jacob black x reader#neteyam x fem!reader#loak x reader#jake sully x fem!reader#sam winchester x reader#dean winchester x reader#dean forester x reader#jess mariano x reader#thomas shelby x reader#tmr!thomas x reader#newt x reader
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𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 kinktober masterlist
ཐི♡ཋྀ welcome to my first kinktober, i’m lowk really nervous for this, so be kind please. please read all the warnings posted on each fic, they're all listed, and if anythings missing lmk! all works are fem reader
ཐི♡ཋྀ prompts used from this post, full credit to them for all prompts used
ཐི♡ཋྀ all work on @etclouie and can be found under #ᯓ⭒ louie’s kinktober ’24 .ᐟ
ཐི♡ཋྀ candy divider used in each post is by @strangergraphics
go to main masterlist?
day one; overstimulation - Glenn Rhee
day two; praise kink - Alex Keller
day three; car sex - Abraham Ford
day four; creampie - Soap MacTavish
day five; begging - Shane Walsh
day six; cockwarming - Sirius Black
day seven; size kink - Simon Riley
day eight; jealousy - Rick Grimes
day nine; breeding kink - Oscar 'Spooky' Diaz
day ten; dirty talk - Shane Walsh
day eleven; choking - Negan Smith
day twelve; oral sex - Juice Ortiz
day thirteen; mirror sex - Soap MacTavish
day fourteen; thigh riding - Spencer Reid
day fifteen; first time - Chibs Telford
day sixteen; shower sex - Derek Morgan
day seventeen; office sex - Aaron Hotchner
day eighteen; late night sex - Jax Teller
day nineteen; outdoor sex - Daryl Dixon
day twenty; sugar daddy - John Price
day twenty-one; one night stand - James Potter
day twenty-two; sex on film - Kyle Garrick
day twenty-three; pillow talk - Jax Teller
day twenty-four; mask sex - Simon Riley
day twenty-five; uniform sex - Shane Walsh and Rick Grimes
day twenty-six; nudes - Chibs Telford
day twenty-seven; spanking - Negan Smith
day twenty-eight; early morning sex - Daryl Dixon
day twenty-nine; secret relationship sex - Merle Dixon
day thirty; handcuffs - Luke Alvez
day thirty-one; friends with benefits - Jax Teller
reblogs are highly appreciated !
#ᯓ��� louie’s kinktober ’24 .ᐟ#— ୨୧₊˚ louie’s masterlist#kinktober#kinktober 2024#glenn rhee x reader#alex keller x reader#abraham ford x reader#soap mactavish x reader#shane walsh x reader#sirius black x reader#simon riley x reader#rick grimes x reader#spooky x reader#negan x reader#juice ortiz x reader#spencer reid x reader#chibs telford x reader#derek morgan x reader#aaron hotchner x reader#jax teller x reader#daryl dixon x reader#john price x reader#james potter x reader#gaz x reader#merle dixon x reader#luke alvez x reader
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julia’s favorites ! (vii)
♡ - fluff ; ♤ - angst ; ☆ - series
criminal minds
♡ can we have one? - spencer reid, wife!reader ft. platonic!aaron hotchner, platonic!jack hotchner
↳ @qlossytbh
♡♤ cryptic - spencer reid
↳ @pathologicalreid
♤♡ it’s not your fault - spencer reid
↳ @dreamsontheirway
♡ in the mirror of your eyes, my love, my life - spencer reid
↳ @cerisereids
♡♤ 24 hours - spencer reid
↳ @radiant-reid
♡ blurb - derek morgan
♡ blurb - aaron hotchner, pregnant!reader
↳ @luveline
♡ sweet and right and merciful - spencer reid
↳ @januaryembrs
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a court of thorns and roses
☆ just a little bit of your heart - azriel, pregnant!reader
↳ @fieldofdaisiies
☆ not again - azriel (throne of glass crossover!)
↳ @fanwarriorfictions
♡ take it off - azriel ft. platonic!cassian
↳ @florencemtrash
♡♤ shadows entwined - azriel
♡♤ shadows of secrets - azriel, archeron!reader
♤♡ secrets with the shadowsinger - azriel, tamlin’s sister!reader
↳ @small-z24
♡♤ take it slow - azriel, cassian, rhysand (poly!)
♡ late night drive - modern!cassian
↳ @danikamariewrites
♡ finally found you - eris vanserra, stark!reader (marvel crossover!)
↳ @marvelsmylife
♡ head in the clouds - rhysand
↳ @serpentandlily
♤♡ the time traveller’s husband - rhysand
↳ @utterlyotterlyx
♤ we lay here - cassian
↳ @invisible-lint
♡♤ (what if?) all i need is you - azriel
↳ @empiresofstorm
♡ azriel’s girls - azriel
↳ @daycourtofficial
♡♤ long story short - single dad!cassian, best friend!reader
↳ @flickering-chandelier
♤♡ here without you - azriel
↳ @readychilledwine
♡ body count - azriel
↳ @illyrianbitch
♡ scratches - azriel
↳ @padyprongs
♡ i’ve been waiting for you — azriel, seer!reader
♡ i’ve been waiting for you (bonus) — azriel, seer!reader
↳ @prythianpages
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marauders
♡♤ thank you, mclaggen - james potter
♡ whimsical!reader - james potter, remus lupin, sirius black (poly!)
♡ peace & quiet [& sirius] - regulus black, mute!reader
↳ @ellecdc
♡ blurb - remus lupin
↳ @ahqkas
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marvel
♡ finally found you - eris vanserra, stark!reader (marvel crossover!)
↳ @marvelsmylife
♤ 1 missed call - tasm!peter parker
↳ @liz-allyn
♤♡ the last time - tasm!peter parker
↳ @wokeupinmars
♤♡ he hates me, doesn’t he? - bucky barnes
↳ @winterarmyy
♡♤ laryngitis - bucky barnes
↳ @skaye44
♡ drunk!reader - bucky barnes
↳ @infictionalwonderland
♤♡ you were my sunshine - bucky barnes
↳ @literaryavenger
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dc
♤ through the fire - jason todd ft. batmom!reader
↳ @hannibals-favourite-meal
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jujutsu kaisen
♡♤ college boy!sukuna accidentally knocking you up - modern!sukuna, pregnant!reader
↳ @yuujispinkhair
♕ divider — @bunnysrph
#⋆·˚ ༘ * julia’s favs !#criminal minds x reader#spencer reid x reader#aaron hotchner x reader#derek morgan x reader#acotar x reader#azriel x reader#cassian x reader#rhysand x reader#eris vanserra x reader#marauders x reader#harry potter x reader#james potter x reader#remus lupin x reader#sirius black x reader#regulus black x reader#poly!marauders x reader#peter parker x reader#tasm!peter parker x reader#tasm!peter x reader#bucky barnes x reader#avengers x reader#jason todd x reader#bruce wayne x reader#batmom!reader#dc x reader#marvel x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#sukuna x reader
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This is a PSA. From here on out I write for all women (because I have yet to explore gender neutral writing and I don’t want to accidentally slip up and say something that might make it seem like it’s only woman based)
MEANING. Black, White, Asian, Brown, Hispanic etc.
And if I’m writing about a certain race it will be specified. As a black female it really angers me to see x readers with an obvious target audience that doesn’t include myself, all my life myself and so many other women watched as others were in the spotlight and I rarely saw any representation of myself on screen, let alone ACCURATE. It always has to be stereotyped into the story. Why can’t we be written as an heir to a long line of lawyers or doctors. Why does it always have to be we made it from the trenches and we don’t belong.
Wrote all of that to say. My fics are for ALL women, unless I say otherwise. I just want people to feel more accepted and show that change is happening.
Yes I will be writing WOC for EVERYONE I write for.
#s0urw00lf#teen wolf#criminal minds#the vampire diaries#supernatural#maze runner#marvel#Harry Potter#dean winchester x reader#Sam Winchester x reader#stiles stilinski x reader#derek morgan x reader#derek hale x reader#spencer reid x reader#aaron hotchner x reader#klaus mikealson x reader#damon salvatore x reader#stefan salvatore x reader#thomas x reader#newt x reader#Jacob black x reader#Bucky Barnes x reader#Sirius black x reader#mattheo riddle x reader#theo nott x reader
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“HI, MS. PARKER!”
pairing: female!reader x female!bff x oldermale!character
inspo: friday (1995)
18+ vibes, so minors dni! contains: age gap, flirting, teasing, mention of a threesome, arousal, implied smut, swearing.
the neighbor: clark kent, steve rogers, thor odinson, logan howlett, derek morgan, dean winchester, erik killmonger, john winchester, bucky barnes or any character the reader has in mind!
taglist: @tryingtograspctrl @ellethespaceunicorn @afrowrites @rosiestalez @zombiehe4rt @sabrinasopposite @jkr820 @simply-the-best23 @elitesanjisimp @gxuxhdjdu
the sun adores the illuminated skin of you and your best friend. it’s friday, ya’ll ain’t got work nor classes, so you decided it was a beautiful day to take a bike ride through the neighborhood. it’s a blazing temperature of eighty-seven, so of course you’re both scantily clad in black halters and denim cut offs with slides before you hit the block. as you peddle around the corner, you spot him. it was one of your neighbors that had a decade on your twenty-five year old selves, but who gave a damn when he’s this—fine and recently divorced. your eyes gawk at how each of his muscles flexes in that tight-ass white tank top while performing the most mundane tasks such as mowing the lawn or fixing his car. the stains of perspiration leave a glistening mess on areas of his skin such as his arms, chest, and neck. you and your friend give each other a smirk, a glint of mischief within your eyes. you simultaneously wave at the man and greet him in the “friendliest” tone as you have done in prior occasions.
“heeeey!” you both squeal and let a few giggles escape as if you were back in your high school days.
he stops what he’s doing and lifts his head up at the harmony of your voices. he wipes the sweat of his brow with the back of his hand as an amicable grin curves on his lips. he raises a bulging arm in the air, a baritone voice resonating to reciprocate the greeting.
“hey, ladies! how ya doin’?”
“we’re good!”
you turn your heads to secretly converse with each other as the raunchiest of thoughts run circles through your minds. your friend mutters under her breath on your behalves.
“we’d be better if you’d let us fuck.”
he peered at you both with a tantalizing gaze, an arched brow and a piqued smirk that thankfully, both of you couldn’t see. this was a weekly routine of this teasing and he played right along with ya’ll. he hadn’t really got any play since the divorce finalized because he was just trying to focus on himself, but how could he focus with these two pyt’s basically eye fucking him each time they pass by as their bodies bounced on their bikes? the aching sensation of his dick hardens as he couldn’t deny the fact that he was just as intrigued as you and your friend. he often battled with himself as to which one he would take first, but then again—why not both at the same time?
“i’m sorry, what’d you say, honey?” he feignedly inquired.
to say ya’ll were gagged was an understatement because there’s no way that man heard what your friend said. albeit it was true that both of you held a strong attraction to the older male, ya’ll weren’t gonna let him know that too quick.
you stammered to save your asses.
“uh—nothing! have a good one, sir!”
the heat of embarrassment rushed on your faces as you waved again and peddled off a few more blocks before retiring back to your home. after that encounter, you both needed a cold shower to cool off the area that needed it the most.
later that evening as you both were binging your favorite reality show, your phones pinged at the same time. you both picked them up to see you got a new message from an unknown number and they put you in a group chat: you, your friend, and the unknown person.
the message read:
you know i’ve heard you loud and clear earlier.
baffled, you read the message and you took it upon yourself to respond:
i’m sorry. who’s this and how’d you get our numbers?
don’t act so coy. you girls like to tease me every week on those bikes.
•••
it’s driving me fucking crazy.
it dawns on you both that this unknown person was…your neighbor.
“oh…” you started.
“…shit.” your friend finished your thought and she responds in the chat.
we didn’t mean to tease! we just wanted to say hi real quick because you looked so busy.
“and so damn fine.” you mutter, eyes not pulling from the screen awaiting the next response.
•••
let’s cut to the chase. it’s obvious you want to—have your way with me. i feel the same way, so if you stunning young ladies wanna know how a real man does it, swing by my place in the next 10 minutes. ;)
•••
you said you want to fuck, so let’s fuck.
you both stare at your phones then at each other not knowing that as you were reading each word your thighs instinctively clenched together to hold in the arousal that was erupting between your legs. as if you were speaking telepathically, you both deserved to relieve some tension with one of the finest men on your street. you kept your end of the bargain because within ten minutes you’re both standing in anticipation at his front door. you were getting a taste of your own medicine as his sculpted figure leaned against the frame. one of his forearms supporting his body while his other hand “tries” to grasp onto the cotton towel that was lowering at his navel. he skips the formalities by using his large, two fingers to beckon you both into the house and you both simply follow his command.
a ménage a toi—who knew that this was a way to spend a friday evening?
#drabble#x black reader#x reader#black reader#female reader#clark kent x reader#logan howlet x black reader#logan howlet x reader#clark kent x black reader#thor odinson#thor odinson x reader#dcu x reader#marvel x reader#erik killmonger#erik killmonger x reader#erik killmonger x black reader#black panther#derek morgan#derek morgan x reader#criminal minds#dean winchester x reader#john winchester x reader#black girl#bucky barns x reader#steve rogers x reader#x black! reader#black coded reader#blurb#random inspiration#fanfic
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𝖇𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝖍𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝖇𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬.
summary; after falling in love with spencer reid, you navigate the challenges that come with your relationship. While you cherish your moments together, the rough patches can be hard to ignore. One day, in an effort to find clarity, you go shopping and unexpectedly discover something world shattering. But before you can share the news with Spencer, he comes home with a shocking revelation that could change everything between you.
cw!!; +18 content, minors dni!, spencer reid x reader, angst, cliffhanger ending, breakups, mentions of drug use, mentions emetophobia warning; vomiting -- mentions of pregnancy -- Y/N HAS A GIRL KISSER BSF !
. w/c: 4.1k -- don't forget to like / reblog !! this is not proof read + english is not my first language
You and Spencer had been privately dating for seven months. At first, it was exciting. sneaking around, leaving parties early to go hook up in the bathroom, the birthday sex, apology sex, apology for apologizing with sex sex, it was easy, it was simple—you both met through a party he and his team was invited to by your best friend Ciara, who was friends with the one and only Penelope Garcia. you both got to talking and by the end of the night, you were snuggled up in his bed with his dick in your mouth. and he learned two things that night. 1. he had never had head that brought him so much ecstasy. and two, by the way your outgoing demeanor fit perfectly with being his more shy and non-direct, you were the one for him and he would've been a fool to let you slip through his fingers. those late-night study sessions, stolen kisses in dimly lit hallways, and quiet moments over coffee made you feel like the luckiest person in the world. but the moment that you hit the three month mark, everything went downhill. and usually, at six months, its supposed to be good again, right? wrong.
the past few months had turned into a whirlwind of arguments. It felt like every time you talked, it spiraled into a fight over something that should have been minor. “You don’t understand what I’m going through, Spencer!” you yelled one evening after a tough day at work where he seemed more focused on the case than on how you were feeling. “I do, understand [y/n] I just don't care. Not everything has to be about you.” that night, you both had shouted over each other until the early hours of the morning, hearts racing, voices raised, and emotions running high. the tension felt suffocating. and to ease it you tried to have makeup sex, and he started an argument while literally inside you because he felt like you were faking orgasms and doing it in a obvious way to make him feel bad; you were.
It wasn’t just work stress that fueled the fire; it was the pressure of hiding your hardships relationship from your colleagues, the weight of lying to your friends, and the constant fear of him leaving. and the fear of you leaving for him only made him resent you more. sometimes, it felt like you were living a double life, and you didn’t know how to bridge the gap between your love for Spencer and the isolation that secrecy brought. the make-up moments after the fights were fleeting, filled with hugs and quiet apologies as you tried to mend the shaky ground you were standing on. you’d find yourselves wrapped in each other’s arms, promises lingering in the air that things would change, but deep down, you both knew nothing had really shifted.
but today, everything felt heavier than usual. you had woken up to yet another silent treatment from spencer, both of you too stubborn to reach out to each other first. the anxiety had burrowed deep in your chest, making it hard to breathe. you could sense it—Ciara had noticed. when she came over, she was met with a hurried and agitated spence who only muttered a cold greeting before walking out the door as fast as he opened it for her. her footsteps where light and quick, making her way towards your bedroom where she heard retching and coughing.
you spit into the toilet bowl, groaning in discomfort as everything you had last week came back to haunt you. you looked up at Ciara as she held your hair back, getting her fingers tangled as she took a moment to try her best to untangle them without scalping you. You sat there in front with your head down as you dry gagged, and once you were safe, you reached up and flu shed the toilet.
Ciara rubbed your back for a little before pulling your head to rest on her chest, planting sweet kisses on your forehead. you giggle at the sensation and make tsk sounds. “If you were a man,” you muttered, to which she rolls her eyes at you and lets you go with a smile, helping you stand up, she runs some water so you pat your mouth with it and spit out all the yucky residue left over. she starts asking questions and all you can think back at was this morning. it pained you and you felt your heart sink the more you thought back at it, you realize that him expressing his feelings, yelling, insulting, or even cursing you would've been better. he just left you, in silence. he didn't acknowledge you, and it just made you feel terrible. you looked at Ciara, overcome with emotions which got you a confused look. “What's going on with you--”
“He didn't even look at me, cee.” You muttered as tears filled your eyes uncontrollably. your emotions overwhelmed you as you melted into her arms, you were holding her incredibly tight, she probably wouldn't be able to breathe if you gave her an oxygen tank. She scrambled over her words trying to find away to not pass out from the lack of blood going to her brain because you were quite literally blocking any blood flow possible. She tapped your back and you released your death grip, to which she exhaled heavily.
“Who, What? What are we talking about?”. you stared up at her with a expression of depression, not moving your lips to answer her question. It gave her the answer alone. “That's not... like him.”. Scoffing, you shook your head and wiped your tears, your mood switching from self-pity to pure and undeniable anger. “It's exactly, like him. Actually.”. She tried her best to calm you down but you couldn't, you just walked out of the bathroom and fell face first on the bed, screaming and letting out all of your frustration on his cotton sheets. You started mumbling out of intense anger, and Ciara just stood there, flinching with every curse that flew through your lips as if you were going to reach backwards and bite her.
It took you twenty-and-some minutes to calm down. It took you three to go back to being sad and depressed. Your mood swings were seriously giving her whiplash. You sat up and heaved, sobbed, flew your arms around like a toddler. Ciara sat with you and let you sob on her chest until you start hyperventilating, she blew on your face so you could catch your breathe, shushing you to soothe your tears. Your brain felt fuzzy, your senses has softened.
The only thing that you felt was the immense pounding on your head you couldn't help but feel. “How about we go on a little drive, yeah?” you looked up at her with your red eyes glistening was a tear fell down your cheek, you nodded. you needed fresh air. “Yeah?” She spoke in a soft voice, kissing your head. “Alright go put on some clothes ill be out here,”
Ciara sat behind the wheel, the engine humming softly as she pulled away from spencer's place. The cool breeze wafted through the slightly open window, sending a refreshing shiver through you. You let it wash over you, momentarily grounding you in the present. Still, your mind felt fuzzy, caught in a haze that blurred your thoughts and emotions. It was as if you were floating, untethered from reality, with everything around you blurring into a muddled backdrop.
the streets rushed by, and while the world outside was alive with the chatter of people and the vibrant colors of storefronts, you found yourself lost in your own silence. You stared at the trees lining the road, their branches dancing in the breeze, but even their movement felt distant and out of reach. each passing moment felt like an echo, reverberating through your mind but leaving no traces of clarity.
Ciara’s was talking, filled with energy and it made you feel oh, so worse because you were not listening. “No, dude, I'm being so serious. I told her that she can either get her shit together and stop acting like a little kid or she can pack her shit and leave because I've had enough crazy girlfriends to know it is not for the fucking weak.” you barely registered the words. they floated in one ear and out the other, your focus remaining hazy. you shifted in your seat slightly, trying to push the swirling emotions away, yet they clung to you like a shadow.
“You’d think we were fighting we were fighting over me burning her house down, no. A miss call, a singular miss call and I called her back immediately. And of course, she chose to get her act together because... honestly, would you leave me?” she joked, grinding in her seat to pop her ass a little;
the corners of your mouth twitched, but you didn’t have the energy to respond; the effort felt monumental. As the scenery shifted from commercial buildings to the broader expanses of the mall, you caught yourself wishing you could feel that lightness again. The breeze slipping through the window felt nice, but every now and then, a wave of discomfort coursed through you, reminding you of the things you were trying to forget.
Ciara continued talking, sharing the latest gossip, her voice a steady stream of sound that mingled with the whoosh of passing cars. “and after that, she tried to hookup with me as an “apology”. if she could lick my pussy a couple times and I'm going to immediately forgive her... she's right.”
Still, you remained silent, lost in thought. The feelings swirling within you were too tangled to unravel—the confusion, the sadness, the weight of it all. It felt heavy, and as you drove closer to the mall, the world outside turned brighter, but for you, it remained shrouded in dimness.
As Ciara pulled into the parking lot, the chaotic colors of the mall surrounded you. She parked the car, casting a glance your way. “Alright, no talk of Spencer with the little dick while we're here alright?”
You nodded slowly, but your mind was still a storm of thoughts and emotions that had yet to settle. The sounds of laughter and footsteps filled the air as you stepped out of the car, but even amidst the noise, you felt like you were still floating, caught between what was real and what was just a distraction.
“There's no reason to lie to make me feel better,”, she laughed.
as you and Ciara stepped into the mall, the vibrant atmosphere enveloped you like a cocoon, yet the comfort it should have provided seemed out of reach. the air hummed with energy: laughter echoed against polished floors, the shuffling of bags blended into an excited chorus, and the enticing aromas of popcorn, pretzels, and fried food wafted through the space, each scent calling to a desire for comfort that you just couldn’t find.
you glanced around, taking in the kaleidoscope of people—the families with cheerful children, groups of friends chatting animatedly as they moved, and couples entwined in conversation. Yet, as the cheerful masses moved past, a heavy discontent settled within your chest, a constant nagging feeling that wouldn’t let up. Your thoughts were tangled, fighting the urge to not talk about spencer.
the urges whooped your ass.
“Ugh, I can’t believe how dramatic Spencer has been lately,” you began, shaking your head as you ambled towards the escalator up to victoria's secret each step feeling heavier than the last. You reached for a sleek top on a nearby rack, your fingers brushing the fabric as you stated, “He didn't even tell me what his problem was this time, Ciara. He's like a fucking kid,”
Ciara nodded, her attention shifting between you and the vibrant clothes on display. “He's exactly like Manny. You know if you were a lesbian, I'm pretty sure you would've been with her by now.”
"Har-har." you let out a fake laugh, pulling the top closer to you and inspecting it in the harsh fluorescent lights. “and its not like I don't fuck with him. Of course I do, but its only okay when I do it! and i never do it first.”
She stared at you.
“Okay, I mostly never do it first.”
you stepped into the fitting rooms, pulling aside the curtain with a little more force than necessary. Ciara leaned against the wall outside, concern evident in her eyes. “Well, it sounds like he’s really going through something. I mean the last time he had a girlfriend was years ago, plus she did get shot in front of him. Maybe, just maybe... he needs time to adjust to having you.”
“It's been 6 months, how much time does he need.” you admitted, slipping into a pair of jeans. “I’m trying to support him, but at the same time, it feels like whenever I need support I'm the 'crazy' one.”
you spun in front of the mirror, checking the fit, and briefly appreciated the outfit, but the satisfaction was fleeting. You couldn’t shake the gnawing frustration and worry that lingered in your mind. After trying on a few more items, you settled on a cozy sweater that draped nicely over your shoulders and a pair of jeans that tugged your ass and thighs perfectly.
Stepping out of the fitting room, you caught sight of Ciara’s bright smile—a thumbs-up that fueled a flicker of confidence despite the dark cloud of your thoughts. “You look great! Food?” she chirped, her enthusiasm piercing through your fog. “I look like I got fat, but, yes.” you giggled.
“Yeah, only in the right places.” she replied, leaving a quick smack on your ass. the idea of food felt foreign to you, your appetite making you uneasy. and the more you thought about it, you weren't really prone to gaining weight. in the last eight weeks, you've gained almost seven pounds. even as you walked toward the food court, the excited chatter and laughter felt like a cruel reminder of the happiness you were struggling to hold onto with Spencer.
as you navigated through the chaos of the food court, the aromas wrapped around you, each scent competing for your attention. You scanned the options—pizza, burgers, Asian stir-fry, sizzling hot dogs—but as much as your stomach wanted to respond, it remained cold and distant.
Ciara and you eventually settled on a plate of asian food. You found a table, and despite the enticing food in front of you, the heaviness in your chest pulled you down, dimming your appetite further.
while Ciara was talking about her sex life, your own thoughts lingered on Spencer: his hands, the way his mind worked like a finely tuned machine, how he would
“when I tell you she had me bent in ways I can't say out loud because I would be put on some kind of list--” Ciara’s words finally broke through the fog in your mind, and you looked at her, your voice barely above a whisper, “I feel… weird.”
Ciara’s smile faded, concern etching itself across her face. “What do you mean weird? ”
The discomfort swelled inside you as the weight of your stomach pressed down further. “I don’t know. It’s just everything… ugh. I really don’t feel good.” The admission felt heavy on your tongue, yet fear flooded through you, mingling with confusion and anxiety.
“Hey, [y/n] uh--” Ciara said, her voice laced with concern as she leaned closer, trying to draw you back into the moment. “Breathe, okay? Just uh--”
her voice did no help, the world around you began to tilt, the bright lights and laughing voices tuned out as your vision began to blur. A rising wave of dizziness crashed over you, swallowing every sense until you felt on the verge of vanishing into the void of darkness.
before you could utter another word, the world slipped away in an instant—darkness encased you, quieting the chaos of the food court and pressing down into a silence that felt weighty yet freeing. You couldn’t tell if you were floating or falling, but nothing remained except an overwhelming absence -- and then your body hit the floor.
“[y/n]? [Y/N]! Someone help, please!” Ciara begged and yelled out as she breathed on your face, checking your pulse. you were breathing, that's all that mattered. being in school for nursing, really wasn't doing her any justice at the moment.
three-hundred-thirty-eight minutes. that's how long it took for you to wake up.
you gradually regained consciousness to the muted buzz of light and occasional distant sounds filtering through the haze of your mind. blinking several times, you squinted against the warm, yellow light spilling through the curtains in the hospital room. the glow felt too harsh against your eyelids, and as you turned your head slightly, a wave of dizziness swept over you.
a sharp ache spiked through your temples, and you instinctively raised a hand to your forehead, feeling the softness of the pillows beneath you. your body felt heavy, soreness settling deep in your muscles—each small movement sent prickles of discomfort shooting through your limbs. you groaned softly, the sound a mere whisper in the stillness of the room.
The room itself was a comforting chaos, the machines beeping, the flowy blue curtains. But it was the smell that truly caught your attention: a mix of treacle sweetness from ciara's half-eaten candy bar on the nightstand, which you grabbed over and took a chunk out of. the clean scent of freshly laundered sheets, and just a hint of the medication. it was oddly grounding, and for a moment, it eased the nausea rising in your stomach like a tidal wave.
taking a deep breath, you lay still, attempting to collect your thoughts. fragments of memory flickered through your mind—little moments of laughter and joy interspersed with the anxiety that had been consuming you before everything went dark. You remembered the bustling vibe of the mall, the annoying feeling of your heart racing, and a sudden wave of dizziness that had pulled you down. panic surged through you as you recalled Ciara’s frantic voice, calling for help when you collapsed.
“there's, no way I actually fainted.” you murmured to yourself, the thought sending a shiver down your spine. “ew, that's so corny.” you felt a flush of heat creep up your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and concern. you turned to ciara, whose face was unchanged the entire time. her face stayed the same -- she looked horrified. concern. something was wrong with you, and you had a really bad feeling about what. it wasn't stress, it wasn't spencer. it was something else.
thirty-eight minutes. thats how long it took for you to find out.
ciara stayed by your side, her face didn't dare to flinch. a nurse stepped quietly into the room, her hesitant movements breaking the fragile quiet that enveloped the space. the atmosphere felt charged, and you could sense the shift immediately, your heart beginning to pound. the light from the window framed ciara, washing over her in a way that felt almost ethereal. as her expression morphed from concern into something more serious, an unsettling tension settled between you, pinning you both in a moment that seemed to stretch on.
when the nurse began to deliver the news her words flowed without sound, each gesture amplifying the weight of what she had to say. you felt your breath hitch as a wave of uncertainty crashed over you, the reality of her news unsettling sinking in like a stone. the room, once familiar and comforting, suddenly felt small and suffocating, the walls closing in as vivid memories backtracked through your mind—laughter, plans, and dreams that now teetered on the brink of change. the warmth of the space became oppressive as your heart raced, fear mingling with disbelief.
in an instant, the safety of your world unraveled, and the gravity of ciara's presence anchored you to an unsettling truth. the air was thick with unvoiced questions, your heart heavy with the weight of responsibility and the unknown. as the silence roared in your ears, every breath turned bittersweet, a reminder of how everything that had once seemed so certain was now tinged with complexity. you stood there, caught between the past and an uncertain future, realizing in that moment that everything had changed.
fifteen minutes. that's how long it took to get discharged.
the car glided smoothly along the dark road, the headlights casting fleeting beams of light onto the pavement, illuminating the otherwise shadowy world outside. ciara sat in the drivers seat seat, her silhouette a quiet presence lost in thought, her silence wrapping the cabin in an almost palpable stillness. each soft breath she took seemed to mirror the steady thrum of the engine, but the weight of her unspoken emotions filled the air, creating a tension that was hard to ignore. the familiar contours of the landscape slipped by in an undulating blur, trees lining the road like silent sentinels.
as the miles rolled on, your mind began to wander, seeking distraction in the rhythmic pattern of passing objects. you started to count the trees, the sturdy trunks becoming a makeshift anchor in the sea of swirling thoughts. one after another, the arboreal figures flickered past, offering a sense of solace as if each counted tree marked a moment of time that moved further away from the hospital. the darkened silhouettes blurred together, yet you found a strange comfort in the repetitive task, allowing your focus to drift into the rhythm of your surroundings.
six hours, thirty-one minutes. and not a single call from spencer.
as the car glided to a stop in the driveway, the familiar surroundings of your home greeted you with an unsettling mix of comfort and anxiety. the sky was turning shades of purple and orange, a vivid sunset framing the moment. ciara turned off the engine and sat in silence for a moment, her eyes fixed on the front door, as if gauging its significance. you both understood that what waited beyond that threshold was life-changing.
you unbuckled your seatbelt and took a deep breath, your mind swirling with thoughts you had been trying to organize all day. today had felt unending, a series of moments stacked upon one another, each one urging you toward this very conclusion. the weight of what you needed to reveal pressed heavily on your chest, and you were acutely aware of the time you had spent wrestling with your emotions.
ciara glanced at you, her expression a blend of concern and encouragement. you could tell she wanted to say something, perhaps offer reassurance, but instead, she simply gave your hand a gentle squeeze. the gesture felt grounding, a reminder that while you were stepping into the unknown, you were not entirely alone.
with a nod, you exited the car, the cool evening air wrapping around you like a cloak. you took a moment on the doorstep, hesitating as you glanced back at ciara, who offered you a reassuring smile before she drove away. the sound of the engine faded, leaving you with the echo of your own heartbeat.
spencer sat there, something heavy on his mind. his shirt was off, and he was stood in sweatpants and the line of his boxers showing. his hair was damp and flew down to his shoulders, his arms clinging onto the back of his neck and he eyed you up and down. you stared up at him with heavy, red eyes. you set down your purse and stared off into the distance.
he stared at you in silence. it was pissing you off. he was acting like a fucking child, and now really wasn't the time. your heart raced as your thoughts spiraled, the weight of everything you had been holding inside bubbling just beneath the surface. You could feel the frustration rising as you realized you were no longer willing to play your eyes met, and in that shared moment of understanding, something unspoken ignited.
“I can’t do this anymore,”
“I'm pregnant.” You blurted simultaneously.
The air shifted, charged with the gravity of your revelation and his confession, and the silence that had ruled the room felt like it was finally ready to crack open, revealing the unvoiced truths waiting just beneath the surface. your eyes widened and jaw feel open, as you grasped what just came out of his mouth. tears welled up at your eyes, and his met with yours with the same expression, and at the same time you both uttered;
“What?”
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Being a girl is pt.2: deciding you’ve read enough fics for the moment and swiping out of the app just to re-open tumblr or open wattpad/ao3
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DRUNK WORDS, SOBER THOUGHTS: DEREK MORGAN X BLACK PLUS SIZE READER
SUMMARY: After a night out with the team Derek takes a very intoxicated you back to his place to rest and you end up drunkenly confessing your feelings for him. Afterwards you pretend like it never happened, avoiding him, shooting him down every time he attempts to talk to you about it until eventually you have no choice but to face him.
You sped past Derek in the hallway just before he could speak to you.
This had been going on for the past week, avoiding him, coming up with every excuse not to be alone with him, until eventually he cornered you.
"Nuh uh pretty girl, there's no where to run this time." Derek blocked the exit of the conference room, just before you could leave.
You cursed under your breath, looking up to meet his gaze.
"Are we ever gonna talk about it?" He raised a brow.
"Do we have to?" You bit your lip anxiously.
"Y/n..." He spoke sternly.
"Fine." You huffed plopping down in one of the chairs as he closed the door.
"Did you mean it?” He asked taking a seat beside you, grabbing the arm of your chair and rolling you closer to him.
A few nights ago at the bar
You were two? three? drinks in and the alcohol was really starting to catch up to you.
You were by no means shy but you definitely weren’t as outgoing sober as you were intoxicated, sandwiched between two girls whose names you didn’t even know giggling and stumbling over your own two feet as you attempted to keep up with the rhythm of some random pop song.
You eventually got tired and started making your way back toward the bar, ordering yourself another drink.
"I think you’ve had enough." Derek took the glass from you just before you could take a sip.
"That’s only my 2nd one." You grumbled attempting to reach the drink as he held it in the air.
"That’s your 4th, which proves his point. Why dont you call it a night?" Emily shot you a worried glance.
"It’s only 10, the night is barely getting started." You frowned.
"Morgan." She gave the man a look.
"Yep." He grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers so you wouldn’t wander off as the two of you pushed through the crowd, moving toward the exit.
You glared at Emily over your shoulder.
"You'll thank me later." She laughed blowing you a kiss.
"Come on Derek you know you wanna stayyy." You wiggled your brows.
"Nice try pretty girl, come on." He opened the passenger door placing you inside his car, making sure you were buckled in before running over to the driver's side.
You eyes began to droop as he started the car, quickly pulling out of the parking lot.
"Thought you wanted to party some more." He chuckled watching you struggle to keep your eyes open.
"Guess i am a little sleepy." You yawned allowing yourself to doze off.
By the time he made it to his apartment you were completely knocked out.
He unbuckled your seatbelt, lifting you up and carrying you to the elevator.
You stirred slighlty, snuggling into his chest.
He smiled down at you, tightening his grip.
Once he reached his front door he did his best to reach into his back pocket, eventually grabbing his key and unlocking the door.
He laid you down on the couch, removing your shoes and placing a blanket over you.
"Emily." You mumbled half conscious, grabbing Derek's wrist.
He kneeled infront of you, eyeing you curiously.
"Yeah?" He played into it.
"Do you think Derek knows?" You asked.
"Knows what?" He raised a brow.
"You knowww, that i have a thing for him. Were all profilers and sometimes pick each other's brains even though we promised not to. You think he noticed?" You rambled sleepily.
"I dont know." Derek spoke softly looking at you thoughtfully.
Present
"Yes, i meant it." You whispered, looking down at your shoes.
"Y/n look at me." He placed a finger under your chin, lifting your head.
"I have a thing for you too." He smiled playfully.
"Yeah?' Your lips turned up, small smile forming on your face.
"Yeah." He leaned forward, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss.
"Hey we gotta ..." Reid opened the door, eyes widening as he looked between the two of you.
"Give us a minute." Derek looked at him.
"Yeah, yeah!" Reid's voice raised a few octaves as he stumbled back out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
The two of you laughed at his antics.
"Now where were we?" Derek looked at you fondly.
A/N - Just a little Derek oneshot cause he’s been on my mind lately. Hope you like it. 🌻
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being completely obsessed with him stretching you out
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he’s always been very well endowed, when you first started hooking up you realized he’s much bigger than anyone you’ve ever been with before- at first it was intimidating, until you found out how much you love being filled up by him. He gently runs his tip up and down your slit, making you whimper as it gently grazes your clit, he lets out a pleased hum as he watches your reaction. “Easy baby, I’ll be gentle I promise- stay still for me” you try so hard to ground yourself, gripping onto the bed sheets as you anticipate his entry, you could feel your arousal dripping down to your ass. He lines himself up with your entrance and slowly slips the tip in, immediately his girth starts to stretch you, you always gasp softly no matter how many times you’ve done this it still feels like the first.
A deep groan rumbles through his chest “shit, you’re so fucking wet for me sweetheart.” your eyes shut as the pleasure washes over you, he slowly pumps into you adding a little bit more of his length with each stroke until he’s all the way in. You can feel every detail of his cock against your walls, you’ve never known such bliss before- you didn’t even want to cum, you wanted to stay in this moment forever.
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It’s like a full-blown addiction, but instead of drugs or booze, it’s this fictional guy who’s got her wrapped around his finger. She knows it’s fucked up—knows she’s out here daydreaming about someone who’s not even real—but who cares? This guy? He’s everything. He’s charming in the worst ways, flawed in every possible sense, but there’s just something about him that has her hooked. He doesn’t even know she exists, but she’s ready to fight anyone who says a word against him. Seriously, she’ll defend his honor like it’s a fucking life-or-death mission.
He’s a goddamn trainwreck, but he’s her trainwreck. She’ll put up with all his baggage, his emotional scars, his dark sides, because somehow, that brokenness makes him feel more real to her than any real guy could. He’s messed up, but she’ll fix him in her head every single time. Maybe it’s that thrill of knowing he’s dangerous and untouchable that makes him even more irresistible. He might break her heart in a hundred ways, but it’s the kind of heartbreak that makes her feel alive, even if it hurts like hell.
And it’s never gonna happen, right? She knows that. He’s not gonna waltz into her life and sweep her off her feet. But it doesn’t matter. Because she gets to have him on her terms—no messy reality, no awkward first dates, no risking her heart for real. He’s always there when she needs him, in that perfect little bubble of fantasy she’s built for herself. And maybe she’s a little crazy for it, but at least with him, she’s never disappointed. Every time she replays his scenes, reads the fanfics, imagines their future together—it's like a high she can never quite shake. She knows it's all just a mindfuck, but she’s never felt more alive.
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Healing Hearts
includes: alex karev in the beginning of his peds residency, a seattle grace mercy west merger which involves a new mercy west transfer....
black fem surgical resident! reader x alex karev
song inspiration: ivy- taylor swift
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Y/N walked into Seattle Grace, the bustling environment a sharp contrast to her previous residency. As a new resident transfer, she knew she had to prove herself. Her heart pounded with a mix of excitement and nervousness as she reported for her first day on Arizona Robbins' pediatric service.
"You're the new resident, Y/N?" Arizona greeted her with a warm smile. "Welcome to Peds. You'll be working closely with Dr. Karev today. He knows my service and he'll help you if you have any questions."
Y/N had heard of Alex Karev's reputation. He was known for his exceptional skills with children but also for his abrasive personality. She was determined not to let his reputed arrogance faze her.
When she met Alex in the pediatric ward, she was struck by his intense eyes and the air of confidence he exuded. "You're the new transfer?" he asked, not looking up from the chart he was reviewing.
"Yes, I'm Y/N," she replied, trying to keep her tone professional.
"Okay, let's get one thing straight. I don't have time to babysit," Alex said, finally looking at her. "Just stay out of my way, and we'll be fine."
Y/N bit back a retort. "I'm here to learn and help. Let's just focus on the patients."
Their first case together was a young boy named Liam, suffering from cardiomyopathy. The child's condition was delicate, and his treatment required careful coordination. Despite their initial friction, both Y/N and Alex were deeply invested in Liam's well-being.
"His latest tests show worsening heart function," Y/N said, frowning at the results. "We need to act fast."
Alex nodded. "We need to discuss his case with Dr. Robbins. If we don't come up with a new plan, he won't make it."
They presented their findings to Arizona, who decided on a risky but potentially life-saving surgery. Throughout the procedure, Y/N and Alex worked in perfect sync, their combined skills bringing the best possible care to Liam. In the days following the surgery, Y/N and Alex found themselves spending more time together. They worked late into the night, monitoring Liam's progress and making sure he was stable.
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One evening, after a particularly exhausting shift, they found themselves alone in the residents' lounge. Alex, surprisingly, broke the silence.
"So, you're a Mercy West transfer?" he asked, his tone less harsh than usual.
"Yeah," Y/N replied, sipping her coffee. "Since the merger. What about you? You've been here a while, right?"
"Yeah, since my intern year." Alex said. "It's a great program. "
Y/N nodded. "I can see that. But I like it so far. The team is great, and the cases are challenging."
Alex looked at her, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "You handled Liam's case well. Most new residents would have freaked out."
Y/N felt a warm flush of pride. "Thanks. You weren't so bad yourself."
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As the weeks passed, they continued to work together, their initial animosity giving way to mutual respect. They shared stories about their backgrounds, their dreams, and their fears. Y/N found herself looking forward to their shifts together, her heart skipping a beat whenever Alex smiled at her. One day, as they were preparing for another surgery, Y/N noticed Alex seemed distracted. "Everything okay?" she asked gently.
Alex hesitated before answering. "Just...family stuff. My brother's in town, and it's complicated."
Y/N placed a reassuring hand on his arm. "If you need to talk, I'm here."
Alex looked at her, surprise and gratitude in his eyes. "Thanks, Y/N. I might take you up on that."
Their bond continued to grow, each moment together strengthening their connection. They laughed more, confided in each other, and began to realize that the line between professional and personal was blurring.
One night, after another successful surgery, they found themselves standing on the hospital roof, the city lights sparkling below them.
"You know," Alex said, his voice soft, "I never thought I'd say this, but I'm glad you're here."
Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with emotion. "Me too, Alex. Me too."
As they stood there, side by side, they knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together. In the midst of the chaos and the heartbreak of Seattle Grace Mercy West, they had found something unexpected: each other.
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During the weeks following their initial meeting, Y/N and Alex found themselves thrown together in a variety of challenging cases. Each case revealed more about their personalities and work ethics, slowly breaking down the walls they had built around themselves.
In one particularly intense case, they treated a toddler with a rare genetic disorder. The child's condition was rapidly deteriorating, and both Y/N and Alex had to rely on each other to come up with a treatment plan.
"His genetic markers indicate a possible enzyme deficiency," Y/N pointed out during one of their late-night strategy sessions. She was surrounded by stacks of medical journals and lab reports.
Alex leaned over the table, scanning the data. "Good catch. Let's run a specific panel to confirm and then we can start the enzyme replacement therapy."
Their combined efforts paid off, and the toddler began to show signs of improvement. The victory was a turning point in their relationship. They began to see each other as partners rather than competitors.
One day, after a long shift, Y/N and Alex found themselves in the on-call room, too exhausted to go home. They lay on opposite bunks, the room dimly lit by a small bedside lamp.
"Why did you choose pediatrics?" Y/N asked, breaking the comfortable silence.
Alex turned his head to look at her. "Kids are resilient. They can go through hell and still bounce back. I guess I wanted to be a part of that."
Y/N nodded, understanding. "I get that. I love their spirit, their will to fight. It’s inspiring."
As the days turned into weeks, they shared more personal stories. Y/N learned about Alex’s difficult childhood and his struggles with his family. In return, Y/N opened up about her own challenges, including the pressures she faced at her previous residency.
Their late-night conversations became a routine, each one drawing them closer. They began to anticipate each other's needs in the operating room, moving with a synchronicity that amazed their colleagues.
One evening, after successfully performing a complex surgery on a newborn, they sat in the hospital cafeteria, finally allowing themselves to relax.
"Do you remember the first time we met?" Y/N asked with a smile.
Alex chuckled. "Yeah, I wasn't exactly welcoming."
"That's an understatement," Y/N replied, laughing. "But you've grown on me, Karev."
"You too, Y/N. You too."
Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the bustling cafeteria faded away. They both knew something significant had shifted between them.
As the relationship evolved, so did their feelings. They began to steal glances at each other in the hallways, their touches lingered a little longer, and their conversations took on a deeper, more intimate tone.
One night, after another grueling shift, they found themselves alone on the hospital roof again, the cool night air providing a welcome respite.
"Sometimes, I wonder how I got so lucky to have you as a partner," Alex said, his voice sincere.
Y/N turned to him, her heart pounding. "I feel the same way, Alex."
He reached out, taking her hand in his. The touch was electrifying, sending a shiver down Y/N’s spine. They stood there, hand in hand, the city lights below them, knowing that they had found something rare and precious in each other.
He stepped closer, cupping her face in his hands. "Then let's see where this goes."
They shared their first kiss under the starlit sky. From that moment on, they faced every challenge together, their love growing stronger with each passing day. In the chaotic world of Seattle Grace Mercy West, they had found their calm, their solace, and their love.
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office pussy!reader living up to their name now that derek’s officially been initiated into the club. shii might as well throw jj in there too like!
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18+ yeah. typical feminine nicknames from derek * overstim * love how i wrote him (my first time btw!) * no jj don’t hate me y’all i can’t see her engaging in office pussy 🙁
derek gets off on going overboard. he gets off on pressing every inch of himself inside you and watching and hearing that stellar little brain of yours try to compute what you’re feeling. he’s humming “come on, mama,” his fingers gripping the desk on either side of your spread legs. he’s encouraging you, pushing you. he’s in you and he’s on you and he’s around you and every part of your consciousness is full with him.
when you grip at the back of his neck and sound out a whine layered with just how much you feel, that’s when he feels that tinge of pleasure lighting down his spine. he wants you to feel him. he wants to give you as much of him as possible, to overload every system in your body until you’re fizzing and crackling.
that’s how he relieves his stress. the tension in his shoulders dissipates with every whine of “derek,” with every held breath that explodes from your chest, with every time you tense up and get all tight around him when he fills you as full as he can. “i know you can take it, you take it all the time. anytime i need. you’re my perfect girl.”
he watches the tears flow down your cheeks, and his mind clears. he feels you cream his dick and pull him closer, and he’s shedding what drove him in this room with you in the first place. when you come for him, he’s more ready for his job than ever.
#. office pussy#— 🎠#derek morgan x reader#derek morgan smut#derek morgan x you#derek morgan x y/n#derek morgan x black reader#💌;#🐯
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