#calvin evans x reader

[onewildwrites]

Please Please Me [Calvin Evans x reader]

Word count: 3.9k

Summary: You persuade Calvin to spend a little less time at the lab and a lot more time with you.

Warnings: 18+ no minors, smut, masturbation (m), oral (f receiving), brief thoughts of somnophilia, praise kink, brief mentions of breeding kink (but no really because it’s mostly just taking about cum and creampies lol), pet names (sweetheart, honey, little wife), no use of y/n, fem reader, a little fluffy ending!

A/N: This took me an embarrassingly long time to write so I hope you enjoy, and please don’t forget to comment and reblog🫶

Calvin Evans was an incredibly dedicated chemist. He seemed to care more for his work than anything else in the world.

Late nights were almost always spent in his lab when he could be sure his scientific process would not be disturbed, more importantly there would be no Donatti banging on his door asking when his latest experiment would be done.

His commitment to his work is what many (even those who weren’t particularly fond of Evans) would list as one of his greatest strengths.

Not you though.

Definitely not you.

You didn’t want to be misunderstood, you were truly proud of Calvin and his work. He was a brilliant man who deserved every bit of praise he got. You would accompany him to every award ceremony and never grow tired of hearing speech upon speech about what a wonder he was in the scientific community.

But you were getting very tired of spending most nights in your home alone.

Every night for the past month at 1:35am on the dot, you would be awoken by the feeling of the right side of the bed sinking to the weight of his lanky body. He would apologize profusely for waking you so late, and proceed to move to the couch in the living room.

In the beginning you hoped you could at least have a brief moment of alone time with Calvin in your shared morning before he went off to work. But of course he had already left for his early row by the time you opened your eyes.

Even weekends weren’t sacred anymore since moving some of his lab equipment to his home office. Calvin would leave his office when you alerted him dinner was ready, you two would stick to light small talk ( “How’s your research going?” “This is delicious” “Anything interesting in the news lately?” “Have you heard about what happened to Mrs.Jones down the road?”) Cavin would eat quickly, finishing before you were even halfway through your food, thank you for the meal and quickly peck your cheek before going right back to his office.

Like any sane person you were growing impatient with your husbands never ending busy schedule. A woman has needs just like any man does and Calvin should know that very well by now.

Much of your early relationship was spent exploring all the ways you could please each other. After all, Calvin was a scientist and he would reason the best way to find out was to experiment. That meant hours wrapped up in your white sheets, christening every surface of his home, trying things you never would have even fantasized of doing in your wildest dreams.

You missed that time desperately now and you had a plan to get it back.

–

Calvin was never good at picking up on social cues. Luckily most people thought he was simply pulling their leg when he took a joke or a sarcastic comment seriously. But he knew something had changed with you the moment he stepped into your shared home that Friday night.

He still made sure to close the door with extra caution so as not to wake you, even though he ended up almost constantly waking you when he slunk into bed anyway. Going through his usual routine of removing his sweat soaked running clothes, grabbing a pair of clean pajamas, and jumping into the bathroom for a quick shower.

After thoroughly removing the feeling of grime from his skin he makes his way towards your bedroom rubbing his tired eyes. He knows he has only himself to blame for his recent exhaustion but he’s never been great at putting anything before his work, and that includes sleep.

As he expects there you are sleeping sweetly, your left hand resting gently under your face. No matter how many times he sees you sleep he knows he will never get bored of it.

Calvin was quickly pulled out of his state of adoration when he realized something was off with the usual picture he was used to coming home to. You were sleeping on your stomach with your leg sticking out from the duvet. And Calvin may be downright lousy at picking up social cues but he always noticed a change in his surroundings.

You most certainly never had to worry about Calvin failing to notice a change in your style or a new haircut because he was the first to comment on it. “This new dress looks lovely on you.” he’d say while kissing the exposed bit of your shoulder.

In all the years he had known you, you never once slept on your stomach (it was a deeply inconvenient position for cuddling according to you), and you definitely never let your limbs hang off the bed (some old superstitious fear you had as a child that stuck with you into adulthood).

He decided to investigate further, even if it turned out to just be him reading too much into it.

Striding over to your side of the bed he looked for anything else that might be out of place. Your breathing was normal, the book on your bedside table was laying in the same place you put it all other nights, and your nightly glass of water sat empty. He was about to scold himself for being overdramatic when his eyes caught the lack of fabric on your shoulders.

Maybe you purchased a new sleeveless nightgown, Calvin tried to reason with himself. Maybe it was just a particularly low neckline or perhaps the fabric matched your skin tone so well he just wasn’t seeing it, after all the room was dark. Yes, that was possible.

Of course he couldn’t leave it at that - oh why didn’t he leave it at that and go right to bed? “You’re being ridiculous,” he scolded himself like a child in a whisper. “Just take a quick look, there’s no harm.”

Carefully he reached for where the blanket met your exposed back, making sure not to graze your skin, as much as he wanted to.

Sure enough there it was, you, completely exposed to him. The sides of your breasts pushing out against the mattress and your round ass on full display. “Shit…” the words fell out of Calvins mouth before he could stop them. He felt like a stupid teenager getting his first glance at a nude woman all over again.

Thoughts of temptation filled his mind. What would happen if he did touch you? If his hands slipped down towards the space between your thighs. Would you wake suddenly furious that he would ever wake you from your peaceful sleep? What about encouraging him to join you and take off his towel?

Of course he wouldn’t ever be sure of the real answer as Calvin could not bring himself to touch you while unconscious. It would be downright ungentlemanly.

He shook his head to clear his mind of the thoughts.

Calvin was lifting the edge of the duvet to cover you back up when you began to move. Panic filled him as he froze completely, fearing what you would think if you caught him ogling you in your sleep. Luckily enough for him your eyes did not open, but something unexpected did come out of your mouth.

At first Calvin thought he was hearing things, maybe the exhaustion of all these long nights in the lab were finally getting to him. Although that was a strong possibility in his mind there was no doubt the noises he was hearing were coming from you. Noises he was all too familiar with. Soft, breathy, moans.

This was not a sound Calvin knew you could make in your sleep. So similar to the sounds you let out when he was on top of that if he closed his eyes he would swear that’s where he was. While being swept up by his own imagination he nearly missed the words you spoke. “Mmph…Calvin…”

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. He could no longer ignore the growing bulge under the towel wrapped around his waist. Dropping the blanket back over you, he rushed back to the bathroom.

Leaning against the sink Calvin ripped the towel from around him, freeing his hard cock. Bringing his right hand up to his mouth he spit a glob of saliva into the center of his palm. Wasting no time at all he reached down and grasped the base of his throbbing length causing a gasp to escape him. “Fuck,” He moaned, his voice trembing with arousal. Calvin couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this desperate for a release.

Reminiscing about the last time he had gotten you all to himself Calvin began working his hand over his cock. The way you bit your bottom lip when you were close to orgasm, how soft your ass felt in his hands, or how you begged him so sweetly to cum inside of you. “Oh honey,” he groaned with teeth clenched. The more he thought about you the closer he got to the edge.

Keeping his arm still Calvin started bucking his hips forward, fucking his fist while picturing you on your knees below him. Your big doe eyes looking up at him with an innocent glint was his weakness. How was someone even able to look so naive with a cock between their lips? “That’s it, God you're so good to me,” he could no longer hold back.

Picking up his pace Calvins mind went blank, only the sensation of his impending orgasm could be felt. A jumbled mix of curses sprung from his lips as he watched the cum shoot from the tip of his cock onto his fist.

Calvin remained silent in the bathroom, the only sound to be heard was the heavy panting noise of him trying to catch his breath. After a few beats he decided it would be best to clean up the mess he had made, put his pajamas on and get out of there as soon as possible. God forbid you wake up for a late night bathroom trip and see him like this.

Walking back out to the living room he began to wonder how loud he had been, did he wake you with his erratic moans? Choosing to take a quick peak and make sure he hadn’t embarrassed himself further he gracefully nudged your bedroom door open a sliver. Clearly the universe was looking out for old Calvin because there you lay, sleeping soundly.

Letting out a breath of relief Calvin moved back out towards his bed tonight – the couch.

If only Calvin had stayed watching you a little longer he would have seen the sly smirk spreading across your lips.

Everything goes according to plan.

–

The sun peeked through the blinds, shining directly onto his eyelids when he woke in the morning. He had been too distracted last night to set his usual 6am alarm but he welcomed the extra rest. Honestly after the night he had Calvin was surprised he slept at all.

Figuring there was no time to waste if he still wanted to go on his morning row, Calvin sat upright on the couch, wiping the sleep from his eyes. While rubbing his eyes Calvins nose picked up an array of once familiar scents: eggs, toast, bacon, and…was that pancakes? It had been so long since you last cooked breakfast for him –again Calvin knew that was completely his fault.

Cavin was starting to forget what your warm meals tasted like, becoming accustomed to eating the cold leftovers whenever he returned home. Perhaps he could skip the row, just this one time…

Strolling towards the kitchen with a smile on his face Calvin nearly tripped himself when he caught sight of you. Standing as he expected in front of the stove top, humming along to whatever song was playing in your head while carefully flipping pancakes. What he did not expect was the lingerie you were wearing while doing it. He’d obviously lost track of time while eyeing you as you noticed him, slack jaw and all.

You fully turned towards him with a smile, “Good morning sleepyhead.”

–

How you wish you had a camera near you now. The look on Calvins face was priceless. You had never seen him so stunned before, and that includes the first time you agreed to go on a date with him.

“M-morning,” he stuttered, clearly trying (and failing) to fix his uncouth expression.

His gaze wandered across the outfit before him. A light pink set, silk top decorated with a delicate bow in the center of the chest, short ruffled bloomers, completed with a transparent tulle robe.

You turned back towards the stove. “Did you sleep well? I missed you last night. It’s always so lonely in bed without you,” you said, exaggerating the sadness in your voice.

That seemed to snap Calvin back to his normal self, “I’m sorry honey, you know I just worry about waking you up,” the genuine concern in his voice almost made you feel bad for playing it up so much…almost.

“Well you woke me up anyway, so why didn’t you just join me, hm?” You had a feeling you could see the panic on his face without even looking back.

A hitch in his breathing and a sudden step towards you let you know you were spot on. “When exactly did I wake you?” he questioned.

“Oh you know, when you were playing with your cock in the bathroom,” you stated it simply like you were telling him something he already knew. “I have to say I was very disappointed you didn’t invite me Calvin, you know I hate to think of all the cum you wasted without me there to clean it up.” You shut the burner on the stove off, moving the final pancake off the side with the rest.

Finished with the task at hand you looked back at Calvin. No longer the anxious face you were anticipating, no this was a look you recognized instantly, arousal.

Calvin licked his lips, “You dirty little minx,” wrapping his hands around your waist he swiftly pulled you towards him. His hot breath fanning across your face, “You planned all this out didn’t you?”

Batting your lashes at him you whipped out your best virginal response, “I have no idea what you could possibly be accusing me of Dr.Evans.”

He tilted his head to the side, “Are you sure about that?” His hands were now grazing further down your back causing an involuntary shiver to run over you. “So you didn’t sleep naked last night hoping it would drive me crazy? How about moaning in your ‘sleep’ expecting me to get hard?”

You shook your head at every accusation. Watching Calvin grow more impatient with your antics was only egging you on.

He let out a huff, “No? Not even wearing this skimpy thing to cook breakfast in?”

“How do you know this isn’t what I usually cook breakfast in? It’s not like you’re ever around when I do it anyway.” The facade you had put on dropped quickly.

It was clear a lightbulb went off in Calvins head, “Is that what this is about? Have I been neglecting my pretty little wife's needs?” He moved his head into the crook of your neck, his nose pressed against your pulse.

Now it was your turn to stutter, “M-maybe…” Your eyes closed at the feeling of him being so close to you.

His lips moved to graze your neck, making his words jumbled, “Well I think I know just how to apologize for it.”

You were about to ask how when suddenly Calvins lips crashed onto yours, pushing every coherent thought from your mind. Caught off guard you forget to move your lips with his. He pulled away briefly to let out a hoarse whisper, “Kiss me,” The command was so gentle it seemed almost like a question.

You could never deny him of what he wanted. Moving back into the kiss you meet him with equal lust, like you both had been deprived of touch for years. God you missed this, the soft groans passing by your lips as your tongues melted against each other. You noticed a growing hardness pressed to your upper thigh. “Getting excited over a little kiss Calvin?” you teased. Your forehead rested against his, nudging his nose with yours.

“Can you blame me? I mean look at you,” Calvins right hand moved up from its place on your back, undoing the tie in the middle of your robe. You shook it from off your shoulders, letting it fall on the kitchen floor. Calvin took a step back to get a better look at you, making you whine at the loss of contact. “So perfect for me,” he said, like there wasn’t a single doubt in his mind that it was true.

“What are you doing?” You asked as he sunk slowly onto his knees.

His hands pulled at the back of your thighs, squeezing the soft skin. “I’m thanking my beautiful wife for putting up with me.”

Your eyes rolled at his dramatics. “Cavin I d-” the words ripped from you before they were even out as his lips moved to the inner part of your thigh. Dragging the delicate skin of his lips across you, your eyelids fluttered shut once more. “I should have known you would need me to take care of you,” he admitted.

The petals of his lips roaming higher up your thighs he shifted you so that your legs were flush against his torso. “Don’t you sweetheart, you need me to take care of you?” Although his tone was clearly mocking it still made you feel warm inside.

“Mhm, I do I do, please,” you nodded dumbly.

His smile pressed against your skin, “How cruel of me to ever leave my sweet wife and her needy pussy all alone.” Calvins right hand reached up to the center of your bloomers, thumb grazing over your clit.

“F-uck,” you gasped, dropping your hands to grip the base of Calvin's hair.

“You’re worse off than I thought you were,” he joked. Wasting no more time teasing you Calvin lowered your bloomers, pulling them with his teeth. Your eyes sprung open to watch him work.

Biting his lower lip Calvin admired the wetness dripping from you. “Miss me?”

“Yes, God Calvin Please,” you begged looking down at him with desperation flowing from you.

His eyes met your, “You don't need to beg for me anymore honey, I’m home now.” keeping eye contact with you Calvin kissed your aching clit. Gradually escalating from sweet pecks to open mouth licks you could feel your knees lock below you. Calvin shifted your left leg over his shoulder to drown himself inside your cunt, licking from your clit to your opening.

Moans falling from your lips before you even knew what you were saying, “Yes, fuck you’re so good Calvin,” you swore he always looked his best under you, even if your eyes were having trouble focusing at the moment.

Your praise was the only kind that Calvin cared about you recalled him telling you, and now that was obvious to you. Your words clearly have an effect on his performance. Encouraging him to lick and suck your clit with vigor. His moans vibrate your core pushing you further towards the edge of your impending orgasm.

Withdrawing his face from your pulsating cunt, Calvin lays his face on your thigh. Hastily replacing his tongue with his fingers and continuing the same motions. Seemingly mesmerized by his own actions Calvin stares at your pussy while speaking to you, “Yeah? You like when I pay attention to you?” His words came out wobbly like he was the one being pleasured.

Using all the strength you could muster you tried to really look at him like this. Face flush red leading down to his neck, your slick covering most of his chin, that one vein popping out of his temple. Never before Calvin have you seen a man look so determined to please.

“Mhm Yes, God Calvin, I love it when you pay attention to me,” you groaned.

“Good because I’ll be doing a lot more of it now.” going back in for another taste, he is like a man possessed. Calvin has always been an attentive man, inside and outside the bedroom and it was clear he was trying to prove something to you at this moment.

“Fuck I’m so close Calvin,” you warned.

He broke away from your pussy for a second time, “Yeah, you gonna come all over my face honey?”

You could no longer keep your eyes open, squeezing them shut tight. You wanted to say something- anything in response but the words failed you, opting to nod your head quickly.

“Do it sweetheart, come for me, please,” he coaxed, playing with your clit at the same steady pace he had been previously.

That was all it took for you to come, nearly collapsing into Calvin's arms. He held you upright as your orgasm overtook you. His praise continued as you came down from your high, “You're such a good little wife for me, that’s it honey, come just like that.”

After a few moments calming your breathing you decided to be brave and attempt to move on your own. You joined Calvin down on the floor, sitting in his lap. Letting out a sigh as you came back to your senses, “Fuck me.”

“I would but I'm afraid I may have gotten a little overly excited,” Calvin laughed. You took notice of what he was referring to, a large wet patch on the crotch of his pants.

“Well I’m glad that took care of itself because I don’t know I would have had any energy to help you with it, you drained me.” You jested, but really you weren’t sure your brain was working properly enough to think, let alone suck Calvin off.

The both of you sat in a peaceful moment of silence after that, fixing the others' wrecked appearance. You realized that these were the moments you missed most when Calvin left, simply basking in each other's presence - even if nothing extraordinarily romantic was happening.

“You know when you want me to spend more time with you all you have to do is ask, right?” he broke the silence while brushing your hair behind your ear.

“You know it would be a lot easier to ask you if you weren’t constantly away working or rowing, right?” you asked with the same cadence as him.

That made him giggle, “Fair point, I promise not to let my neurotic ways keep me away from you ever again.” You planted a quick peck in his lips at that, delighted to hear him say it. “In the meantime is there anything else I can do to make it up to you?”

You pretended to be deep in thought about his question, furrowing your brows together and tapping your pointer finger on your chin. “How about sitting down and eating the breakfast I’ve worked so hard on with me?”

Calvin moved from underneath you, causing a frown to appear on your face. He stood up and reached a hand down, inviting you to grab it and pull yourself up. “You don’t have to ask me twice,” he smiled, pulling up two chairs to the dining table.

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[lewmagoo]

Anyone else imagining Calvin fucking them in his lab, specifically in the shower or is it just me?

"cal, what if someone walks in?"

it was a futile attempt to rein your husband in. he'd just gotten back from an evening run, and you had been waiting for him in the lab, having come to pick him up from work. "i just need to shower first," he told you as he stepped toward the open shower at the other side of the room.

you raised a brow. "you can shower at home," you reminded him. he grinned, and that was when you saw it. the mischievous narrowing of his eyes. the playful bite of his lip. he rounded the lab table, stalking toward you, and you stepped back, gasping when your lower back hit the edge of the table.

"i know. but i was thinking...what if you showered with me?" his hands came out, lightly sliding up your arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. so that was what he had planned. when you opened your mouth to protest, he leaned in, mouth warm and open against yours as he kissed you. "what do you say, honey? thought about you my whole run. how soft you are..." deft fingertips brushed over the apple of your cheek. "how sweet you smell." he leaned in, nuzzling his nose against your neck and inhaling. "how good you taste." his tongue darted out to swirl against your skin.

you audibly whimpered, and your hands came up to rest against his chest. he was hot from his run, and you could smell the sweat lingering on his skin. he knew what seeing him fresh off a run did to you. he knew you couldn't resist him. you tried to reason with him. tried to remind him that you were in a very public place and anyone could walk in on you. but then he was sucking on your pulse point, his tongue soothing the skin after his teeth grazed you there, and your knees almost buckled.

"everyone's gone for the day. no one else is here but us chickens," he said with a smile. those deep blue eyes searched your face. a warm hand rested gently upon your hip as he fell serious. "i promise, we're safe. i made sure the door was locked. but if you'd rather not do it here, then we won't." but you knew you could trust him. and you wanted him, so bad.

"no, i want it," you breathed as you grasped the collar of his sweatshirt and pulled him back in for another kiss. in a frenzy, you rushed to rid each other of your clothing. your dress landed somewhere on the floor. his sweatpants ended up on the settee in the corner. your underwear landed on the short shower wall. calvin didn't want to break away from you. his mouth remained on yours, kissing you feverishly as he reached blindly behind him to pull the shower lever.

"cal," you tried to speak in between kisses. he stepped toward the running shower. "cal, wait." but he was too distracted with kissing down your jaw. "calvin! your socks!" you finally exclaimed. he paused, glancing down to realize that in his haste, he'd forgotten to take off his socks. at that, his mouth curled into a smile, and he shook his head. "huh. i suppose they wouldn't make for a very pleasant shower," he mused humorously as he bend to quickly remove them from his feet. "nope, they would not," you replied with a giggle as he straightened back up.

those large hands found your hips again, and he pulled you close against his naked body. your moment of laughter was quickly forgotten as you felt his cock against you, hard between your bodies. "oh," you squeaked as you looked down. he was already raring to go, liquid arousal pooling at the slit. he tipped your chin back up to kiss you again. "can't help it. the blood flow always goes south when i exercise," he murmured. "plus, i kept imagining taking my wife in the shower, and that didn't help matters."

you whined softly as his hands traveled further down to grip your ass. "such a dirty man, mr. evans," you hummed, having regained your composure. he smirked against your mouth. "you bring it out of me, mrs. evans." you couldn't offer a witty quip in reply, because his touch was too distracting, and he was leading you beneath the stream of water. you shuddered as it cascaded down your back.

"up," he simply said, guiding you to sit upon the narrow shower ledge. as soon as you were situated, he was parting your legs, stepping between them. his hands explored your body as he kissed down your clavicle, over your breasts, around your pert nipples. his teeth gently grazed the buds as you leaned into his touch, seeking more. with his mouth occupying one breast, his hand squeezed the other one. his free hand dipped between your thighs, where his fingers explored your warmth.

"gotta get you nice and ready for me," he breathed, lifting his head to kiss you again. "want you to take all of me." at which you whined, slinging your arms around his neck, pressing your body against his. "want it now," you demanded against his mouth. you could feel him pressing against your inner thigh, so close to where you wanted him, yet so far. heavy and hard, bobbing as he moved. it made your mouth water. "now who's needy?" he teased, but you were only half listening, reaching down to stroke him firmly in your palm. that shut him up, pulling a hiss from him.

"give it to me." so he did. he eased your legs further apart and reached down to align himself with your slick opening. he began to ease into you, muffling your sharp gasp as he kissed you. but he had to pull back to admire the way your anatomy stretched to accommodate him. it was the thickness that always stole the breath from your lungs. there was a pinchy stretch before it melted away into warm bliss, and you never got tired of the feeling.

and calvin never got tired of the way your brows would furrow, and the way you would whimper when he bottomed out. you were so responsive to him, and he knew every last inch of your body like the back of his hand. he knew every scar, every birthmark, every dip and curve. he loved knowing how to make you feel good. always eager to please, always willing to learn more, to do whatever you wanted him to do.

and right now, he was allowing you to adjust to being filled, but you wrapped your legs around his hips and urged him to move, because you wanted him to fuck you. he started slow at first. deliberate, drawn out strokes, slowly working you up, letting you get used to it. his big arms encircled your body and he held you in place as he rolled his hips into your velvet depths. "so pretty," he praised you, "so responsive to me. keep making those lovely sounds for me. i'm the only one who can hear them." so you let yourself be vocal. you sighed and moaned and whimpered, breathing out his name, letting him know how good he made you feel.

in an effort to make you feel the most pleasure he could, he brought his hand down between your bodies, his thumb drawing tight circled over your thrumming little button, and you threw your head back, eyes squeezing shut. his movements quickened, yet grew all the more deeper. and that's when he hit that spot inside you that made your eyes roll back. he knew he was on the right track by the way you tightened around him. he couldn't help but grin. "there it is, that's your spot," he mused. "uh huh," you gasped, surging forward, your mouth against his.

"need me to go faster, pretty thing?" he asked. you bit your lip, eyes watery. "p-please, cal." and he couldn't help but moan, because he loved hearing you say his name this way. so breathless and pleasure drunk. you were so precious. so needy. so blissed out. and how could he ever deny you of what you wanted? so he went faster, harder, until the sound of skin on skin could be heard echoing through the lab. if anyone was still meandering through the halls, they would surely hear you, but you didn't care anymore. not when your husband's cock was so deep inside you, kissing that little bundle that made you see stars and caused your thighs to shake.

and then of course there was his fingers at your core, tracing figure eights against your clit, and you were so overwhelmed by him. his scent, still musky from his run because he hadn't washed off yet, his touch, deliberate but with an undertone of gentleness and reverence. he was all you knew in that moment. nothing else matter but the steady drag of him within your depths, and the way he sighed out your name like it was a prayer. in fact, you were so consumed by him that you didn't even realize your orgasm was upon you until it was too late. "oh!" you squeaked. "oh, gosh, i-i'm-!"

calvin's mouth fell open in surprise as he felt you begin to spasm around him, your slick dripping around him, creating a glistening ring around his shaft. the evidence of it glimmered in the coarse hair that surrounded it. you were still trembling with aftershocks as he laughed in disbelief. "jesus, honey. that was quick," he said, as you hid your face against his shoulder. "don't laugh at me," you whined. he tilted your head so he could look at you, and his expression was kind. "never. just wasn't expecting you to let go so fast. think you can give me another one?"

at which you softly replied, "i-i think so." and that was the only encouragement he needed. he picked up his pace again, rutting into you in quick succession, swallowing your high pitched moans and squeals as he kissed you fervently. you were warm all over, buzzing with bliss, crackling like a firework on the fourth of july. calvin wasn't far behind. in fact, as you crested over the edge of your second orgasm, he followed suit, unable to withstand the tight pulse of your cunt around him. he came with a deep groan of your name, hips flush against yours as his seed spilled into the deepest part of you. your head was spinning. so was his.

when your vision focused again, you saw how flushed his cheeks were. he smiled at you, so sweet and almost shy, as if he hadn't just fucked you in his place of work. he rested his forehead against yours, laughing airily. "man alive, you always look so pretty when you're coming for me," he remarked, and you shyly hid your face. "stop," you whispered. he hooked his finger under your chin and lifted your face to kiss you sweetly. "never. you're beautiful, and you deserve to know it." nuzzling his nose against yours, he continued to speak. "now let's get cleaned up. wanna head home so i can make love to you proper." and that he did.

#asks #calvin evans x reader #lewis pullman x reader #<- that felt weird to type but the calvin tag is like nonexistent lol

[jungle-angel]

Pretty In Pink (Calvin Evans x Reader)

Summary: You and Calvin couldn't have imagined a more perfect way to spend Christmas than with your family until you find a gift for your daughter

Warnings: Mentions of childbirth, breastfeeding etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse

You awoke groggy and heavy headed to find that it was still snowing outside, but that Calvin was just starting to wake up, your baby girl squirming in her little Moses bassinet at the foot of the bed.

"Mornin my sweet little pea," he cooed sleepily, gently lifting her to his chest, blanket and all. "Merry Christmas."

Ellen settled down against him, her whimpers starting up as she began beating at his chest with her tiny little fists. "Alright, alright," he chuckled. "I know, Daddy doesn't have anything you need, but Momma might."

You laughed a little as he brought her to you and gently placed Ellen in your arms. "Merry Christmas sweetheart," he said before placing a soft kiss on your lips.

"Merry Christmas Cal," you said, undoing the lacings on the front of your nightgown.

You felt Calvin's hand suddenly covering yours. "Let me help you sweetie," he said.

You smiled at him. He was always so sweet and considerate and so attentive since Ellen had been born just two weeks before Christmas. Calvin helped you undo the lacings and helped you so that Ellen could latch on and feed properly. Usually at this hour of the morning, she was fussier than usual, but in no time at all, she was happily sucking back her breakfast, her eyelids softly opening and shutting every so often.

Six-Thirty suddenly came darting in with a little note between his teeth and pawing at Cal's leg. He took the note from Six-Thirty and opened it, reading his mother's neat but scratchy handwriting.

"C'mon down, your nieces and nephews are getting impatient, love mom," Calvin read aloud, laughing to himself a little.

"We'll be down in a minute," you yawned with a happy, but sleepy smile still on your face.

"Take your time," he said, gently littering your cheek and forehead with soft little kisses.

As soon as Ellen was full, you joined the rest of your family and friends in the living room, excitedly opening your presents as Patricia, Cal's sisters and Dr. Powers's mother all began putting breakfast in the oven. The girls from your nursing major at school had joined as well, bringing a family member or two with them while Father McDowell and his wife Helen, had joined you with their children and grandchildren after the church services were done for the morning.

"Oh wait a sec, what's this?" Cal chuckled. "To Calvin (y/n) and Baby Ellen, from Aunt Jean."

"Oh Aunt Jean and Uncle Alfie?" Patricia asked, mixing together a mimosa. "They always send the nicest things for Christmas."

You and Calvin opened it up and to your surprise it was a pair of pink pajamas for Ellen with a little hood bearing a pair of floppy little bunny ears, the feet at the bottom also bearing the felted image of two little whiskered bunny faces. You and Calvin were in stitches when you saw it as were most of the other family members.

"You know what this means don't you sweetheart?" Calvin asked.

"Oh yes," you answered. "Plenty of photos for years to come."

Calvin carefully folded up the little pjs and placed them carefully in the box. You both couldn't wait to see how Ellen looked in them, nor could you wait for Easter to roll around, knowing she'd be the cutest little bunny anyone ever saw.

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[bradshawsbaby]

Can you do matching pajamas with calvin evans please? 💜🩵💙

Still trying to get into a groove with Calvin, but I hope you enjoy!

Calvin had been acting funny all evening. He’d come home from Hastings later than usual, which wasn’t strange in and of itself except for the fact that he’d taken the car to work instead of running. And then all through dinner, he’d been shooting you little glances out of the corner of his eye, his mouth curving into a small smile and his legs shaking underneath the dining room table.

He was excited about something. He often behaved this way when he’d made a new discovery at the lab or when one of his experiments revealed something that he’d never considered before. But he usually shared that with you right away, and he was being peculiarly tight-lipped about whatever had him so enthused tonight.

“Everything alright, love?” you asked lightly after the table had been cleared, the leftovers put in the fridge, and you and Calvin were standing at the kitchen sink. You washed, he dried. It was your usual nighttime ritual.

“Hm?” he hummed in surprise, glancing down at you with wide eyes. “Oh, yes!” he nodded quickly, smiling sheepishly at having been caught with his mind wandering.

“Are you sure? Nothing you want to tell me?” you nudged gently, knowing sometimes you had to work things out of him.

“Well—I wanted to wait until after we were done with the dishes,” Calvin began, his lips quirking up into a smile. You loved it when he smiled. “But I got you a present!”

You gasped softly in delight, lowering the glass you had been washing back into the sink. “A present? What for?”

“I saw it in a store window and thought of you,” he explained, chuckling excitedly as he threw the dish towel down on the counter and turned the tap at the sink off. “Come sit in the living room and I’ll go get it,” he said, taking your hand and leading you to the couch.

Giggling softly, you sat and waited patiently as Calvin hurried out to the car, which he’d left parked in the driveway. So that’s why he had driven to work today.

When he returned a minute later, he was holding a large rectangular object, wrapped awkwardly in brown paper. He had obviously done it himself, which warmed your heart immensely.

“For you,” he smiled, placing the gift on your lap.

“Oh, Calvin,” you beamed, feeling your cheeks grow warm in pleasure as you carefully unwrapped it. Underneath the brown paper was a box, like one you got at a department store. Biting down on your bottom lip, you lifted the lid and let out a surprised, enthusiastic laugh at what you found inside.

Calvin grinned, visibly relaxing when he saw how enchanted you were by his present. “I figured if you had a pair of your own, you would stop stealing mine,” he teased, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple.

“I love it! Thank you!” you grinned widely, lifting up the striped pajama shirt he’d bought you, the matching pants still lying folded in the box.

It was true that you often stole his pajamas—they were just so comfortable and they smelled like him, too. You always slept easier when you wore them. You’d sleep even better wearing the pair that he’d gone out of his way to buy just for you.

“Now we’ll match,” you giggled, lowering the shirt back into the box and setting it aside so that you could kiss him properly.

Calvin kissed you back, smiling as he stroked your cheek affectionately. “Now we’ll match,” he nodded.

Winter Vibes for Lew Characters

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[floydsmuse]

A bets a bet

warnings: 18+, mdni, usage of a vibrator, sexual themes, slight explicit language.

pairing: Calvin Evans x reader (no y/n)

description: after losing a bet, you tease & fluster Calvin while he’s in the middle of a presentation in front of a whole crowd of people… (wc 700+)

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a/n: hi :) so this is a re-upload! i wanted to make some slight changes to this little thing i wrote for Calvin, so i hope you enjoy it! also idk what the deal was with vibrators in the 50s, but i just thought this was a fun concept to write about! as always likes & comments are great! reblogs are appreciated too🥰🩷 ty!

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you happen to be in the wings of a presentation being put on by Calvin. the auditorium was filled with a whole committee of people & after having lost a bet, Calvin found himself having to hold back from the pleasure inducing device that’s currently lodged inside of him. he starts off strong & confident, charmingly drawing the audience in with the speech he had prepared. you almost start to feel a bit guilty for what you were about to do, but a bets a bet & you both agreed to the terms that would take place.

you handled the remote of the vibrator with ease. you started off on a subtle setting, already knowing that Calvin is incredibly sensitive to begin with & you didn’t want to set him off just yet. you quickly look up at him & notice that he has only shifted slightly from his original place on the stage. his words still coming out coherently & clearly.

your thumb hovers over the button again & you bite your bottom lip in anticipation. the crowd let’s out a collective chuckle & you figured that this was the perfect opportunity to level up. you press down, as the laughter starts to subside & the auditorium goes back to being quiet. Calvin slightly jerks, not too much for someone in the first few rows to notice & certainly not for someone in the way back to. but you notice that subtle movement of his body. he was slowly but surely starting to crumble at the sudden vibration.

his words were starting to come out more strained now & he had to clear his throat from embarrassment. he found himself having to start over his sentence a few times before he could get it right. his thoughts becoming fumbled from his current predicament. you swear you could see his pants tightening, where his bulge lies. he shakes his head around, wiggling his arms & shoulders to regain a composure that would surely not return no matter how hard he tried. you tried your very best to suppress a giggle. having to cover a hand over your mouth.

Calvin was progressively becoming more & more flustered, as you toyed with the remote. you could see the evident sweat building up on his forehead & neck. his hands primarily stayed clenched into tight fists at his sides & he let out subtle fidgety movements. you yourself were getting progressively more turned on by the sight of your lover struggling to keep his cool. your panties becoming soaked & you were started to crave him. you could’ve sworn you heard him let out the lightest fuck when you decided to mess with him & go to the highest setting, but only for a second.

you notice him give you the side eye, a warning for you to stop it. you both knew that if you didn’t let up, he would absolutely combust right here in front of all these people. you snickered, but listened to his request. you could evidently see the little shake in his legs & you weren’t even sure how he was still standing at this point. you were honestly impressed at how well Calvin was holding himself together, all things considered.

Calvin’s presentation was coming to a close now & you could hear him let out a shaky sigh of relief into the mic. people were up & out of their chairs, clapping. you figured if anyone questioned his behavior, they would solely chop it down to nerves. Calvin gave a little bow & made his way to you.

you make eye contact & you noticed his eyes weren’t those friendly blue ones you were normally used to. they were instead blown out & full of lust. you took a quick peak down to his ever growing erection, your mouth beginning to water at the sight. before you could even get a word out, he backed you up against the wall, whispering in your ear, his voice deepening ever so slightly,

“you are so in for it when we get home.”

your breath hitches in your throat, as he pulls back. you’re practically throbbing at his words & you two can’t get out of there fast enough. once you two arrive home, Calvin has his way with you as promised & gives you a taste of your own medicine…

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[theliterarybeldam]

I totally don’t want anyone to write some Calvin fics but like…..👀

that would soothe the heartbreak you know ❤️‍🩹

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[lyn-js]

One Step at a Time | Masterlist

Calvin Evans x OC Reader

Summary: Everything in Ava Mason's life was what you call normal. She has a steady job as a lab tech at Hastings, has a beautiful bungalow in Sugar Hill, and sometimes babysits her friend Harriet's kids. But that all changes when social services show up at her doorstep with, her 2-year-old niece Delilah. Ever since then, it has been keeping you from your job, going to work late, and leaving when everyone else has gone home. But a certain chemist wants to know why a lab tech is staying late.

Warning: Angst, swearing, mentions of drug & alcohol abuse, dysfunctional family, mentions of adoptions & being put into foster care, and a whole lotta fluff.

(This story is kind of based on what actually happened in Lessons in Chemistry. But no dying. We need to keep one of Lewis's characters alive.)

Prologue

Chapter 1.

Chapter 2.

Chapter 3.

Chapter 4.

Chapter 5.

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PS: If you haven't seen Lessons in Chemistry, go and watch. Loved Brie Larson and of course Lewis Pullman. but if you don't have Apple TV, don't read because there are some spoilers. But not big ones.)

dividers are by @saradika

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[jc-writes-bullshit]

I got played by a man that looks like an underbaked Lewis Pullman what am I supposed to do now

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[auroralightsthesky]

Mary my darling! i seriously am in my Calvin era at the moment 🫠 all our thots/thoughts being exchanged back & forth + your amazing fics have got me all 😵‍💫🥰 need him incredibly bad ! anyways.. all i’m thinking about is birthday sex with Calvin…🤭 hear me out !!

okay so it’s Cal’s birthday. wifey & him are of course both working, but that doesn’t mean that wifey doesn’t have some surprises up her sleeve ;)

you had been teasing Calvin relentlessly all day. you decided to wear one of your shorter dresses, that really accentuates your legs in the best way. that alone has Calvin weak. all he’d want to do is get down on his knees, grab your leg & run kisses all up along it until it reaches your doughy thighs & entrance. it also doesn’t help that this dress has a lower cut & really makes your tits pop. not too much, but just enough to make Calvin go insane.

Calvin is normally oblivious to things & tends be in his own world with his own little thoughts, but even he could tell you were up to something. each time you’d pass each other in the halls of the university, you would “accidentally” drop something on the ground, which would cause you to have to bend down to pick it up, giving Cal a perfect view of your swelling breasts. maybe even a little peak at your dusty rose pink nipples😵‍💫Calvin could feel his pants just tighten at the very sight, but you would get back up on your feet acting as casual as ever & continue to make your way down the hall back to class.

that’s not even the half of it. you happened to come in to class when Calvin was instructing, batting your eyes so innocently & making light conversation with some of his students while they worked on their latest projects. Calvin was watching you like a hawk, as you gave him the occasional look & swayed your hips as you went over to each students’ little work station. before you left however, you made sure no one was in earshot of you two & leaned in to whisper into Calvin’s ear that you “weren’t wearing any panties underneath your dress.” he let out a loud gulp at that & had to clear his throat to avoid a groan from slipping out past his lips. he was beyond flustered & knew he was gonna have to set you straight when you both get off.

finally the school day was over. Calvin was shocked that he had made it all the way to the end, you consuming every single one of his thoughts & making him have to hide his obvious hard on.

you meet each other at your usual meeting spot, which is by the library. you can clearly see that Cal is having a hard time, being in a flushed state & you can’t help but take a peak down at his erection. you grab his hand, practically dragging him to your shared car & getting in.

Calvin is about to speak, but you are too quick to hop over the stick shift & straight onto his lap all in a span of a few seconds. you press your lips against him, hard & passionate. Cal mhmm’s into the kiss, savoring your lips & your light touches against his face & chest.

you reach for his belt, your lips still moving in sync. you free his hard cock from its restraints & start to give it light strokes. Calvin can’t help but let out a groan at the sudden action. he grabs your hand to try & stop you,

“we-we can’t do this..aghh here. we’ll get caught.” he spoke through gritted teeth, as you kept on stroking him. your lips pull away from his & you give him a look that could make him melt right into his seat,

“shhh.. just let me take care of my sweet boy on his birthday.” you reply back in a sultry tone. before Calvin can protest any further, you are quick to lift up the skirt of your dress & sink down onto his cock. you both let out collective gasps at the intimate connection, but you start to slowly rock your hips against him, creating a rhythm.

Calvin lets out high pitched groans & whimpers at your assault on his cock. he’s holding onto your hips in a bruising grip, as you pick up on your rhythm, making the car slightly shake from your movements 😵‍💫

Calvin throws his head back, which allows you the access to kiss up his neck & to his ear, giving it a nip & causing him to let out a loud squeal at the sensation. you don’t let up & keep on bouncing on his cock until he finally lets go.

your name is being repeated off of his lips like a mantra, as his orgasm washes over him while yours is right behind him. you fall into his chest, you both being sweaty fucked out messes.

“that was amazing..thank you my love.” Calvin croaked out, still coming down from his high. you reach your hand up to the nape of his neck & rub the hair there soothingly,

“happy birthday baby. hope you liked your gift ;)” you breathily chuckle out & you could feel the vibration of Cal’s laugh too. you two stayed like intimately connected, until you remembered you had reservations planned for Calvin’s birthday dinner. The night was just getting started…

Mary my love! I am sorry this is so long! i got carried away, but i couldn’t stop imagining this🫠 i seriously need this man beyond words. i also just wanted to thank you for writing all of these amazing Cal fics :,) there aren’t many out there & you are honestly feeding my obsession hehe! it seriously makes me smile when you tag me & i get to read them! or when you leave a message in my inbox! you’re the best 💗 i hope you enjoyed this! mwah🥰🥰

MEGGY!!!!! THIS WAS THE HOTTEST THING I'VE EVER READ!!!!!!! I don't smoke and never plan to but this is one of those fics that has me like "DAMN I NEED A CIG AFTER READING!!!" (lol).

Oh God birthday sex with Calvin?? And in the car too??? I just......lemme come up for air and take a sec to wrap my head around this (lol).

You just know for certain that this man is gonna go red in the face when you whisper that in his ear, like full, beet red from his face, all the way down his neck.......uuuugh!!!

Oh and if the weather is on the warm side, those windows are getting steamed up and it's the Titanic, hand on the steamy window type of deal. Dr. Powers probably walked by later as you two were heading home and he was like "the fuck did you do to your window?" and Cal's just like "Tony I honestly have no idea what you're talking about". (lol).

Ooooh and the heavy making out in the car though....I seriously see Calvin having an oral fixation, especially with your boobs so like every opportunity he has to unbutton the front of your dress or put his face between your boobs, he does it (not gonna lie either after Ellen was born he got a little jealous that she was attached to your boobs so often because he had first dibs, but he was only joking of course, lol).

UUgh and the little gasps you both let out when you feel that connection!!!! You can both literally feel it in your stomachs and between your legs and it just feels soooooo fucking good!!!!

Pretty sure the next day Calvin's showing up to work with lipstick stains and hickeys all over his neck (lol).

Meggy this is just *CHEF'S KISS* so perfect and don't worry, I'm more than happy to fuel the thoughts/thots any way I possibly can (lol). I'm more than happy that you love them so much and you are definitely the reason I started writing for Cal in the first place (lol).

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[topherwrites]

LESSONS IN CHEMISTRY

✷ CALVIN EVANS

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[sparklypinkflightsuit]

The Containment Diaries: Entry 3

Pairing: Virologist!Bob Floyd x Reader AND Aviator!Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

ApocalypseAU

Warnings: Warfare, Military Inaccuracies, Scientific Inaccuracies, Swearing, Smut, Angst, Fluff, Breakdowns, Alcohol, I think that’s it?

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“Bradley!” You gasped, staring down at the familiar brown eyes.

“Oh, hey Rue. We have to stop meeting like this.” He chuckled.

You pushed yourself off of him as quickly as you could and wrapped the towel tighter around you.

“I’m so sorry! I dropped my clothes in the shower and thought I could chance it while everyone else was still at dinner. Don’t have a spare so was going to wait it out in my room.” You blushed, hard as you mumbled nervously.

Bradley got up off of the floor, his uniform shirt now slightly damp where your wet body had very briefly landed on him.

“I have a spare set of sweatpants and a T-shirt you could have, they might not fit but it’s better than… well I was gonna say better than nothing but I’m not sure if that’s true.” He chuckled again. Was he flirting with you?

“Uh… yeah, please, if that’s ok.” You nodded awkwardly, suddenly very conscious of how much skin was on display.

“You ok to follow me to my room? If not I can bring them to yours?” He offered, a touch of chivalry peaking through.

“I’ll follow you, quicker that way.” You smiled up at him and he began to walk.

You were pleasantly surprised to find that his room was only down the hall from yours, so you didn’t have to go far at all. He opened the door to an impeccably tidy room.

You hovered by the door way.

“Here, put this on.” He said handing you a T-shirt. “And… yeah these should fit, they gave me the wrong size.” A pair of sweatpants followed.

“Thank you.” You took them gratefully.

Bradley ushered you into the room as he walked out the door. “You can get changed in here so you don’t have to run the rest of the way to your room.” He smirked at you. You flushed red again but thanked him as he closed the door.

Once you were alone in the room, you dropped your towel and wet clothes, and quickly dressed into the soft sweats Bradley had given you, and you held the T-shirt up to take a look. A faded, soft UVA t-shirt, and you grinned to yourself as you imagined Bradley at university wearing it.

Once you were clothed, you let yourself out of the room, where Bradley stood with his back against the opposite wall. He grinned as he took you in.

“It looks good on you.”

“Thanks, it’s comfortable, that’s for sure.” You laughed, looking down at the baggy clothes. “So UVA, huh?” You quipped.

Bradley grinned wider, his smile was beautiful.

“Yeah, loved every moment. What about you, where did you go to school?”

“Harvard. Pretentious, I know, but I wanted one of their sweatshirts.” You joked.

Bradley let out a loud chuckle, your joke taking him by surprise. You stood in the hall, smiling like idiots for a few long seconds.

“Well, thank you again. Sorry I bulldozed you for a second time today.” You laughed.

“No problem, was nice to run into you again.”

You waved goodbye to Bradley and walked to your room, sighing when you got inside. It was nice to have a clean, dry set of clothes, but you made a mental note to visit Sergeant Williams in the morning for some actual clothes you could wear.

You sat on your bed for a while, but you weren’t tired enough to sleep. You didn’t have any books to entertain yourself with and your phone didn’t work on board the ship.

Eventually you’d decided, even in your baggy sweatpants and mismatched t-shirt, to take the opportunity to explore the ship. You were sure most people would have finished dinner by now and be back in their cabins, so you made your way out into the quiet hallway and towards the main mess hall. You wondered the corridors that didn’t seem to be restricted, and eventually stumbled across a large room, walls laden with books. You must have found the ships library.

Quietly you stepped inside and scanned the room, there were shelves restricting your view, but you could tell there was someone inside by the telltale sound of pages being flipped, only made louder by the echo of the otherwise empty room.

You walked towards the noise, thinking if it was the librarian or another staff member, you’d ask if it was ok to be there first, but as you rounded the corner you were pleasantly surprised to find Bob, deep in thought as he flicked through a large biochemistry book.

“Hey.” You said softly so not to scare him.

“Oh, hey.” He smiled, turning to face you, his pretty blue eyes lighting up.

“Whatcha doin’?” You asked, pulling out a chair opposite him.

“I’m trying to get a head start on this cure. Truth be told I don’t know where to start.” He chuckled in frustration as he rubbed his face.

“Yeah, to be honest I think they brought me here by mistake.” You breathed.

Bobs eyes shot up to look at you, concerned.

“What makes you think that?” He asked.

You sighed, “I dunno, I’m just a botanist, and here I am with some of the best scientists in the country, I just don’t feel like I should be here.”

Bobs eyes softened, and he reached across the table, gently grabbing your hand.

“Hey, you are probably the brightest and most resourceful scientist I know, and that’s saying something in my circles.”

“Ok now I know you’re a liar.” You grinned at him, squeezing his hand before you pulled it away and grabbed the book he was reading.

“Biochemistry for… dummies?” You shot him a playful glare. You were getting more and more comfortable with him.

Bob chuckled, “Well, viruses have either RNA or DNA, and Biochemistry was never my strong suit so I thought I’d brush up on some of that before we get started tomorrow. Can’t be too prepared.”

“I was actually going to go into Genealogy before I realised my love for plants, kinda wish I had now.” You sighed, handing Bob the book back. You stood to browse the shelves and Bob realised you were wearing different clothes.

“Nice sweats, you went to UVA?” He asked, eyebrows knit as you turned around and he noticed the t-shirt.

You laughed, “Oh yeah, uhm… no. I got this from one of the navy guys. I dropped my clothes in the shower.” You went red just recalling the situation.

Bob nodded, suddenly growing quiet, and went back to reading. You pretending not to notice as you went back to browsing the shelf.

You eventually found a book and you and Bob read together in comfortable silence for a couple hours. You began to yawn, which set Bob off and before you knew it, you were both abandoning your books and leaning back in your chairs as you made small talk.

“So yeah, I think if there is a God, he was definitely watching over me that day. I could have been in quarantine with the lot of them right now.” Bob mumbled, both hands joining at the back of his head as he stretched, his t-shirt riding up and exposing a toned, tanned stomach.

You quickly averted your eyes and bit your lip.

“Yeah.” You breathed, “Not gonna lie, if you weren’t here I think I’d go crazy.” You chuckled as you propped your elbow against the table and rested your tired head in your palm. “Sorry, that came out… weird.”

Bob smiled, “No, it wasn’t weird. It was nice, thank you. For what it’s worth, I’m really glad you’re here too, Rue.”

You yawned again, your eyes fluttering closed for longer this time.

“Alright little lady, I think it’s time we got you to bed.” Bob said, standing and pulling you to your feet.

You groaned, “But it’s so far. Can’t we just sleep here?” You joked sleepily, shuffling your feet as you moved towards the door.

Bob grinned, and suddenly your feet were leaving the ground and you squealed.

“Oh my god, Bob! Put me down!” You laughed, “I didn’t mean it, I can walk!”

“I don’t believe you, if I leave you to it I reckon you’ll sleep in that corner over there.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” You groaned, letting your head loll back dramatically.

Bob carried you the short distance to your cabin, and you tried not to stare at his handsome face for too long as he did. Up close, you could admire every freckle.

Once he reached your room, he gently put you down, and you cleared your throat awkwardly.

“Thanks for the ride, cowboy.” You blurted out, and immediately slapped a hand to your forehead. “Also didn’t mean that the way it came out. I’m sorry.”

Bob chuckled and shot you a wink, then turned to leave as you opened your door, “Goodnight Rue.”

“Night Bob.” You smiled, closing your door.

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The next morning was chaotic, no one having been briefed on where they should be or when they should be there, so when you were awoken to a loud pounding on your door at god knows what time, you were confused and disoriented.

You threw open the door and Sergeant Williams looked at you impatiently, a hoard of scientists standing groggily behind him, obviously having just been rudely awoken in the same manner.

“Get dressed, stat! We have some work to do today.”

You quickly dressed, made sure you looked semi decent and then joined the group outside your door. You followed Sergeant Williams to a few more doors and then finally Bobs, who looked just as displeased to see him as the rest of you had.

You were then ushered to the mess hall to grab breakfast and coffee, before you were shown to the lab you would be spending the rest of your time aboard in.

Sergeant Williams gave you a brief rundown of everything, and then left you to your own devices. No one know where to start, this was way out of everyone’s league.

“Ok.” You huffed, “I think we need a team leader. That way we have a starting point and no one can just go off and do their own thing.”

Everyone murmured in agreement.

“We should vote.” Martin said, and began ripping up 19 pieces of paper.

You each took turns writing down the name of the person you felt should lead the project. Martin then tallied the votes and cleared his throat.

“It’s a tie.”

“Between who?” Alberta chimed in.

“Dr Floyd and Rue.”

“Oh, I’m happy to relinquish control to Bob.” You piped up, not particularly loving the idea of being head on a project you didn’t feel like you could even contribute to anyway.

“No, we can be co heads. I’m not always gonna be right so it will be good to have two opinions, two sets of eyes.” Bob nodded.

“Okay, if the others don’t mind that, I’m ok with it.” You confirmed.

Everyone mumbled in agreement, but a few eyes glared in your direction. You brushed it off and everyone gathered around a table to brain storm.

Hours later, after your first semi successful day, you had managed to set the lab up into sections, everyone had a clear understanding of their roles. Notes and equations covered every white board in the room and everyone felt ready for actual work to begin as soon as a sample of the virus had been safely secured and transported aboard.

You had also put in a request for several medicinal and poisonous plant types to start testing once the virus arrived.

Bob excused everyone for the day around 3pm, once it was clear there was nothing further they could do.

You were desperate for some fresh air, but you knew you couldn’t just wander outside. You spotted one of the crew lacing up her boots in the main mess hall.

“Hi, excuse me!” You said cheerily, she looked up at you with a smile.

“Hi, everything okay?” She was pretty, dark hair, dark eyes, pointy features, and wearing a flight suit, so you imagined she was an aviator like your new friend Bradley.

“Yeah, I’m sorry to bother you, but I was really hoping for some fresh air, feeling a bit claustrophobic. Is there anywhere on board we’re allowed to go outside?” You asked nervously.

She looked at the clock on the wall and then nodded, “Yeah, follow me. I’m Natasha.” She said, extending a hand as she began to walk past you.

“I’m Rue. Are you a pilot?” You asked, shaking her hand.

“Is it that obvious?” She chuckled, and you immediately felt comfortable around her.

You made small talk as you walked through corridors and stairs and eventually the smell of crisp sea air and jet fuel filled your nostrils.

“While there’s no flight prep going on we’re allowed to hang up here, within reason.” She confirmed. The flight deck was mostly empty and the day was beautiful, you took a deep breath and stopped for a moment to enjoy the sun on your face.

“I can’t thank you enough, I needed this.” You sighed.

“No worries, it’s nice to have some fresh faces on board. Good luck with that cure.” She said with a grin as she disappeared back through the door.

You took a few deep breaths as you stared out to sea. You must have been very far out as you couldn’t see any land in the distance. You knew this should make you feel scared, but if anything you felt protected by all of the trillions of gallons water that surrounded you.

You suddenly felt overwhelmed by the guilt of being safely aboard the ship when so many millions were probably at risk of dying from a disease your compound had released.

You felt yourself begin to cry again, and you cursed yourself as you quickly dabbed away at the tears. You knew crying would do absolutely no good, you had to do everything in your power to come up with a cure.

“Rue?”

You spun around, the voice tearing you back to reality and making you jump.

Bradley stood in front of you, flight suit half unzipped, his black t-shirt revealing a toned body underneath.

“Bradley, sorry, I didn’t realise anyone was up here.” You sniffled.

He walked closer, a worried look etched on his face.

“You okay?” He asked, a hand moving to gently cup your face.

You nodded, leaning into his hand without really meaning to, “Yeah. Feeling a little overwhelmed today that’s all. Just needed some air.” You said as you bit your cheek.

“I’m sorry Rue. I know it’s a bit of a nightmare right now, but I’m sure things will go back to how they were before you know it.” Bradley smiled, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

Not exactly how they were before, you hoped, as you now couldn’t see yourself going back to work in that compound or any compound similar to it. It was more of a prison than a place of work.

“Yeah, fingers crossed.” You whispered.

After a beat of silence, Bradley looked around the flight deck, and grinned at you.

“Hey, you want a distraction?” He said, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“Desperately.” You breathed.

Bradley took your hand and pulled you towards the hangar, “Ok let’s go.” He chuckled, “But don’t tell anyone or I’m dead meat.”

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Finally an update!

I plan on getting “Beer and Sand” posted within the week, along with something else I have worked on 👀

And while we’re talking…… what are we thinking of Calvin Evans?

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Lessons In Nursing (Calvin Evans x Reader)

Summary: You decide to have your mother-in-law come and give a lecture to your class, but woe to the heckler who incurs her wrath

Tagging: @floydsmuse Meggy, I hope you're good with it, but the entire time I wrote this I was picturing Emma from White Christmas as Patricia and could literally hear her voice as I wrote it (lol).

Warnings: Pregnancy, college admin being a sexist moron, misogynistic remarks, etc.

"You nervous Pat?" you asked as the three of you made your way towards the science buildings on campus.

"Not in the least (y/n)," Pat answered confidently. "I've had to give numerous lectures in the past and have yet to face one that I couldn't do. How about yourself? How are things?"

"I'm tired," you answered.

"I tried that home remedy you suggested the other day Ma," Calvin answered. "The one with the raw ginger?"

"Did it help with the morning sickness?" Pat asked.

"Morning sickness, yes but the fatigue is a different story," Cal said.

"A mug full of chamomile tea in the morning will do you good," Patricia explained. "Did it with every single one of my kids and it hasn't failed me since."

The three of you had at last arrived at Franklin Hall, a tall, imposing gothic monstrosity of a building that looked more like a medieval church than a reputable college institution. Here was where the science classes were all held, chemistry, biology, anatomy and physiology as well as the nursing courses that you taught.

"You gonna be able to make it this afternoon?" you asked Calvin as he handed Six-Thirty and his leash off to you.

"I'll make it," Calvin promised. "Dr. Powers and I will both be there after our classes get out at twelve. But after that I need you down to the cafeteria so you can get something to eat. I don't want you faint in the middle of the lecture."

You chuckled and kissed your husband, even as Six-Thirty nudged your belly with his nose. "Now you knock that off," you told the dog. "That's Daddy's job."

Calvin smiled as he gave you one last hug, his hands trailing to the slightly evident bump that had shown up overnight. He couldn't feel the baby kicking quite yet, but you knew that when he did, he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off you.

"Good luck Sweetpea," he said, pressing one last kiss to your lips. "I'll see you at noon."

"I'll see you then."

Cal pulled open the heavy oak and iron doors, letting you, Six-Thirty and his mother in first before he followed you both down the hall. He headed straight for the chemistry labs with Dr. Powers while you and Pat headed for the anatomy lecture room.

Your girls were all awaiting in the room, each one in their lab coats, chattering away as you and Pat took yours from the rack. "Good morning ladies," you chirped.

"GOOD MORNING PROFESSOR EVANS!" they chimed in.

"Alright ladies," you announced, taking your place in the lecture pit. "We've got our demonstration today at noon and to prepare, I've brought a little guest to help. So without further adieu, I present to you all, my mother-in-law, Patricia Evans."

"Thank you sweetheart," Patricia said, taking her place at the stand. "Alright ladies, none of the usual bullshit this morning. Lets get down to business....."

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"So am I technically doing this right?" the eighteen year old asked Calvin.

"Yep, you're good," Calvin assured him. "Just let it drip into the beaker and let it do its thing."

Calvin absolutely loved working with the eager, fresh-faced students who had come from all the local high schools in the area. To him it meant being able to get back to basics, to go back to the roots of chemistry and to teach them from the ground up. He loved when they got creative with their notebooks, drawing colorful pictures and diagrams and experimented with their handwriting. Any other professor would have turned their noses up at it, but Calvin and Anthony Powers absolutely loved it.

"Hey Professor Evans?"

"What's up Frank?"

"Remind me again what color the fluids are supposed to be again after they've boiled?"

"It's supposed to be pale pink," Calvin answered. "What color is it now?"

"It's a dark pink."

"Let it go another five to ten minutes but no more than that," Calvin instructed.

He looked up at the wall clock and saw that it was ten minutes till noon. As soon as he had the chance, Calvin ordered everyone to clean up and to put their experiments in the glass cabinets until tomorrow. He dropped his lab coat in the laundry and made his way down to the other end of the wing, eager to hear and see your demonstration.

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"..........Now these particular tests are quite easy, but determining the results can be a real hassle," Patricia explained to the audience. "Back in the day you wouldn't have thought to test the patient's blood at all and half the time you'd wait until really, truly, severe symptoms appeared......."

"Your mother's a knowledgeable lady that's for sure," Dr. Powers remarked to Calvin, the two of them sitting higher up from the pit.

"Knowledgeable isn't even the half of it," Calvin whispered back to him. "You should see when she really gets going."

"Now after the blood test has been done," Patricia continued to explained. "It's best to continue the treatment as is, until further notice or until the results come in and then determine the course of action therewith."

"Sounds like a brilliant plan," someone in the crowd spoke. "Coming from a woman."

The entire room fell so silent one would have been able to hear a dog whistle. "I'm sorry?' Patricia enquired.

"It just seems funny to me to think that you know more than the doctors on this campus," the grey-haired young man said to her. "After all, nursing is one of the lesser sciences."

Calvin wide-eyed and made a face, Dr. Powers groaning and running his hands over his chubby, round face. "Oh no, he didn't," Powers groaned.

"Brace yourself, this shitshow's about to get worse," Calvin warned him under his breath.

You and Patricia glanced at each other, your mother-in-law noticing the way your jaw clenched and how your posture stiffened.

"Young man do you work here?" she asked.

"Well......yes but I....."

"And to what department do you belong?" Patricia questioned sharply.

"Well, the medical arts," the young man replied. "You see I had studied at the Harvard Medical College and......."

"Oh and Ivy Leaguer huh?" Patricia said. "Tell me now, have you ever stitched up a man with shrapnel flying around you in all directions?"

"No I......."

"Have you ever had to repair a torn aorta in a tent before?"

"No I......"

"What about trenchfoot?" Patricia questioned again. "Ever had to deal with any of that?"

"No ma'am I......"

"Then I wouldn't consider you much of a doctor in that case," Patricia scoffed.

"Now ma'am you see here for a moment!"

"Young man, I had to earn my stripes in the middle of a shelled out church in France, rearraigning men's guts day after day while everywhere else was having the living daylights pounded out of them," Patricia snapped. "So until you yourself have been there, I suggest you sit up a little straighter, keep your legs crossed, shut your mouth and mind your own business!"

The young man cleared his throat and sat up a little straighter, as did everyone else including Six-Thirty who was in the corner at your feet. Not a single soul in that lecture hall dared to make another snide comment to Patricia Evans or to you.

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"Well that went a little better than expected," Patricia commented as you, her and Cal made your way up the little brick path to the house. "Although I could've done without Mr. Ivy Leaguer there making those snide remarks."

"I saw him cross his legs the minute you snapped Ma," Calvin chuckled, unlocking the door.

"My apologies, but the damn fool had it coming," Patricia remarked. "Besides, if that had been your father, he would have said things that would have Ulysses S. Grant himself rolling over in his grave."

"Or blushing in most cases," you chuckled.

You both entered the house, the place warm and cozy as ever with the smell of dinner cooking on the stove. One could say whatever they liked about Henry Evans Jr., but the man was a damn good cook.

Henry and Pat both conversed about the happenings of the day while you and Cal enjoyed their company. All of you laughed at the lecture incident, but when Calvin looked at you and mouthed a silent "I love you", you couldn't help but lean into him, one arm round you and the warmth of your husband surrounding you.

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[bradshawsbaby]

Would you write “finding small spaces of calm and comfort” for Calvin? I know he’s a newer character, so no pressure😊🫶🏼

Ohhh, this is my first time trying to write for Calvin! I hope I did him justice! 🫡

“Calvin?” you murmured, knocking gently on his closed study door. You waited a moment, but when there was no reply, you tried again, a little harder this time. “Dinner’s ready, love.”

You could hear a few things shifting behind the door, but still it didn’t open.

“Calvin!” you said more insistently, your knuckles rapping firmly on the door. “You haven’t eaten all day. It’s time for dinner.” Your voice brooked no argument and you rested your hands on your hips, tapping your foot expectantly.

It had been a bad day. Donatti had been breathing down Calvin’s neck about his research proposal more than usual as of late, and today they had gotten into a heated argument about funding that resulted in Calvin leaving the lab early and storming home. The fact that he’d received another letter from the woman claiming to be his mother had done nothing to improve his mood. He’d been holed up in his study all afternoon and evening, refusing to come out even when you tried to bring him lunch.

You tried not to take it personally. You knew he preferred to hide away when he got in a dark mood, not wanting you to see that side of him. You tried to tell him all the time that you loved him no matter what, but he still seemed to have a hard time believing that.

This time, however, you weren’t going to let him hide.

“Calvin!” you called again, twisting the doorknob.

The sound of his chair scraping against the floor reached your ears a second before the study door suddenly flung open.

“I’m not hungry,” he muttered, that deep line between his eyebrows that signaled he was either deep in thought or deeply aggravated visible as he tried to avoid your gaze.

“You have to eat, love,” you murmured softly, reaching up to tenderly touch his cheek. “You’re going to make yourself sick.”

Calvin seemed to relax when he felt your cool fingers brush against his face, the tension in his shoulders easing.

“I had a bad day,” he admitted quietly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he looked at you. You knew it wasn’t easy for him to say so.

“I know,” you replied soothingly, taking his hand in yours and squeezing. “I want to help. Please let me.”

He gazed at you without speaking for a couple moments, his fingers lacing through yours. Then he nodded.

Calvin allowed you to pull him out of his study, walking him towards the living room, where you sat him down in his favorite chair and curled up on his lap. The two of you sat in silence for what felt like hours, just holding one another and breathing in the calm and comfort the other provided.

Dinner got cold, but you didn’t care. Letting Calvin know he was safe and loved meant so much more than dinner.

Winter Vibes for Lew Characters

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[floydsmuse]

just imagining you go to visit Calvin at the lab one day, when you so “innocently” drop something on the floor. you await for Calvin to make a move to pick it up for you & while he’s bent over, you can’t help but give his bum a little smack, making him turn completely flustered & red cheeked before you. you immediately burst out in a fit of giggles at his reaction, but your laughter is quickly cut off by him kissing you hard & the next thing you know, Calvin has you bent over his lab desk with your dress skirt hiked up, while he ruts into you, making you a flustered & red cheeked mess under him ;)

i need him so bad goodbye.

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