mo or moon, twenty, she⋆her, curly hair, chronically online, yapper & over sharer.
⋆.° random things i like ::
the pitt; ariana grande; crochet; ladybugs; sabrina carpenter; a good gossip; jack abbot; the pitt yuri trenches; old records&new ones; fleetwood mac; baran al-hashimi; kobo girlie; andrew cody;
⋆.° my writing ﹠ random thoughts ::
⚘. OF 𖦹 maekar targaryen
⚘. voice note 𖦹 smau
⚘. stop sign 𖦹 smau
⚘. resident surgeon!reader 𖦹 introduction
⚘. i dare you to love me 𖦹 florist!baran al-hashimi
Moodboard request! From that gif you shared 👀 just imagine gossiping with Jack after you get home and he’s on his day off, he’s super invested too
GIF here!!
Jack loves nights like these.
After a night with your college friends, he'd picked you up across town, and dutifully dropped each of them at home while you ramble in the front seat about how wonderful he is.
Now, stretched across your shared bed, you're telling him all the gossip from the night, while he traces light patterns onto your back. "Rach is getting a divorce."
"Yeah?" He hums, leaning forward to press his lips to your bare shoulder. "Haven't they been together forever."
"Since college," You mumble, eyes slightly glassy as you blink up at him. "And Renée got back with her ex for like two weeks, but it's already over. But Rach is setting her up with her cousin."
"So everybody's got relationship news except you?" Jack's grin is crooked, and you can tell that he's more than a little smug about being the very clear best partner of your friend group.
You let out a pretty sigh, flopping backwards until your head is on his lap. "My relationship news was that you booked us first-class tickets to the Bahamas next month. I think they all hate me now."
"Keeps their standards high," Jack shrugs. "Not your fault you managed to bag a handsome silver fox."
You snort and reach up to lace your fingers through his. "Dork."
Can i request Jack Abbot on a vacation abroad domestic and fluff
Thank you☺️
before anyone says anything, i know that's shawns character from hi-surf in the moodboard, i just like to think of him as jack on vacation
"Jack, what is this?" You stared down at Jack's phone, which you'd borrowed to double check your restaurant reservation time.
"What's what?" Jack asked, peering over your shoulder. You spun around to face him, your eyebrows pinched together in shock and confusion. You lifted your sunglasses to rest them on your head and thrust his phone into his face, screen first.
"Your phone is full of pictures of me!" More specifically, your boyfriends phone was full of candid photos of you that he'd managed to take without your knowledge. His camera roll was 90% pictures of you - you looking at art in the Lisbon museum, you sleeping in the hotel in Paris, you taking your own pictures of the coastline during the boat cruise in Venice. Every once and a while there was a photo of the scenery or a screenshot of a restaurant menu, but otherwise it was all you.
"Yes?" Jack asked slowly, obviously confused as to what the problem was.
"I didn't know you were taking these photos! There's an obscene amount of them!" You turned the phone back to yourself and scrolled frantically through the camera roll to find more pictures taken before this whirlwind Europe trip. Pictures of you staring into the fridge deciding what to eat, you reading a book on the couch, you applying makeup in the bathroom mirror. You didn't like having your photo taken and seeing so many photos you hadn't known about was jarring. Jack snatched the phone back and shoved it in his pocket.
"Well I love you an obscene amount." Jack replied, raising his eyebrows smugly. He reached out and took hold of your waist, pulling you closer until you were pressed against his chest.
"I love all those photos of you, I stare at them at work sometimes." He admitted. His words smothered your self conscious feelings and you looked up at him with bright eyes.
"Really? Why?"
"Because looking at them makes me feel better when I'm having a bad shift." Jack leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "You're my favourite person in the whole world, I love having a phone that's just full of you." You couldn't help but smile at the lovely sentiment and you reached up to hold his face so you could kiss him in gratitude. He always made you feel so happy and loved.
Hii.. mm can we (mainly me…) get fauxcest with Baran and Dana?
CW FAUXCESTT 😛😛
i dont usually write for dana Or threeways but the thought of mama dana n mommy baran taking care of me . . @_@ you just unleashed a beast.
them cornering you after work, “everything okay?” dana says, to which you shake your head meekly, eyes low and hands fidgeting.
“you don’t need to hide from us. we’re here to help.” baran follows.
she’s become a little too good at picking up on the most subtle signs of your distress. you take one look at her concerned eyes and burst into tears, sobbing about everything that went wrong today. how worthless you feel.
and they’re all over you in a second, all gentle touches and hushed voices, telling you its okay, youre still their perfect daughter.
“you’re okay, kiddo. we’re here.” dana says, laying you down on barans silky sheets.
they both hover over you, covering your field of vision completely as if shielding you from invisible eyes, keeping you only theirs.
danas cross hangs over your face as barans palm runs along your thigh. she coaxes your legs open, that’s it, darling. good girl.
dana slips a finger into your slick velvety heat, curling it up against that spongy spot inside you. she lightly chuckles, almost condescendingly, when she hears you wail o-oh, fuck- mama! from the relief of finally, finally being filled.
before you can beg for more, baran presses another finger into you, squeezing in beside danas. together, because it wouldn’t be fair if you picked favourites. both your moms deserve the same love.
Well, that sounded morbid. Jack wasn't struggling by any means. Really, it was a comment on the similarities and differences between you both.
The same person, just different sides of the coin. Same value, different faces.
You were a fellow attending—in fact, you had joined the Pitt the same time as him—and worked on the night shift. You had great standing with a lot of people, people Jack also had great standing with: Gloria, Robby, Shen, Dana, Lena, Al-Hashimi, just to name a few. Just as Jack would consider them friends, you did too.
You also took risks, just like him. There were many times when you and he would oversee the same case, quietly arguing over which quick and new procedure had just been tested in another country, while the patient and the med student awkwardly looked at each other.
You were outgoing, just like him. Talking came naturally to you. No wonder all the residents flocked to you both and not Robby, something he had found annoying for quite some time.
Yet, you were both so different, and that—was the hardest part to come to terms with.
You had colorful scrubs. Yes, Jack couldn't stand the fact that your scrubs were the classic black with unicorns on them. Or sometimes blue cartoon whales. Hell, you even had color-coordinated green sneakers with the green four-leaf clovers dotting your black for St. Patrick's Day.
Jack kept to his black. The only variation he had was if the shirt underneath was long or short-sleeved, and that completely depended on Pittsburgh's weather. He hadn't thought about
He got jealous when kids with broken arms and bloody noses would gasp and touch your scrubs while you distracted them from whatever Perlah was doing. Jack never got that, the ease from kids or the attention from you.
You also made sure that you wore the most colorful clips in your hair. The plastic always gleamed and caught his eye, like a raven looking at something shiny. He wasn't the only one, though.
It had become your trademark. So much so that you had brought little colorful hair ties for everyone to wear. All color corrdinated on which color suited everyone.
You said it would, "Liven up everyone." After putting one on Dana, who huffed, but kept it on, "Why not at least pretend we're happy so the patients don't catch on."
Soon, everyone in the ED had a hair tie for themselves.
Everyone, except him.
He remembered it clear as day. He had just grabbed bagels from this new coffee place that had opened by his house. He strolled in a bit later than he normally did and was greeted by a long line of people in the ED's staff lounge.
Going inside, he spotted you at the table, multiple packets of those colorful hairties open and spread across the table. You implored everyone to take one, handing them out yourself.
Jack awkwardly stood there, grabbing one half of his bagel from the bag and putting the other one in the fridge. He watched, eyes trained on your smile and your scrubs—red dinosaurs today—not saying a word.
There were a couple of times when your eyes brushed up to meet his, but your eyebrows furrowed for half a second before dipping back to the person in front of you.
By the end of the line, you had barely any hair ties left. You had started cleaning up the packets, pulling up the plastic to throw away. And then promptly left the room without offering one.
Jack Abbot was the only one in that entire ED who didn't have a fucking hair tie on his wrist.
Even motherfucking "Park the Shark" got one. Your sunshine demeanor even extended to the grumpy attending of orthopedic surgery
What a nightmare.
So yeah, maybe being jealous of you personally putting on each hairtie and putting them on everyone's wrist wasn't healthy, but it was normal, right? He was being excluded! If he wanted to, he could make a big fuss out of it, but he was a mature, normal, emergency department attending with military background, a missing leg, and a dead wife.
Completely normal, so he would never complain about a hairtie.
His jealousy even extended to your personal life. Yes, he was so pathetic that he was thinking about you at home when you were probably miles away doing something better. How you had it all.
Jack learned about this the hard way. For once, you both were muttering something nice and meaningful to each other. You leaned over his right forearm, pointing at the iPad in both your hands.
"But I think I agree with you," You said, biting your soft bottom lip, "I think putting him on acetaminophen is way better than anything else. At least, before we find out what's wrong with him."
Jack had nodded along, pointing to the scrawl in the digital chart, "And look here; says he's got some sort of infection on the left medial porition of his thigh. Gotta be the cause of this pain."
"Maybe..." You hummed out, "But let's get labs on it, maybe try to do a—"
Out of nowhere, your name was called out. You and Jack both lifted your heads and looked around. No nurse was looking at you or any other resident, attending, or med student walking toward you.
Instead, there was a man, rushing through the ambulance bay doors, face dripping with sweat. His t-shirt was black and completely soaked through, like he had been running through sprinklers.
And in his arms... was a little girl.
Clutching onto him like her life depended on it.
Before Jack could comment, you had left him behind. Everything in your hands, your stethoscope, your pen, everything, was dropped to the floor with a clatter. If anyone wasn't looking, they were looking now as you ran to the duo, yelling and asking what was wrong, and clawing at the girl.
You screamed for a bed, hands hovering over her body as if trying to feel for the injury by your hands alone.
That was the day Jack learned you were married and had a nine-year-old daughter.
How did he not catch it? He didn't even notice you wore a small, thin gold band on your left finger. He watched you all the time, but now, was this the time he wasn't paying attention?
Jack felt utterly stupid. He felt even stupider when he would sit in his bed now, knowing he was thinking about a married woman. His late wife, on her deathbed, told him to look for love again, to live his life and not be stuck on her. But her ghost would be throttling him if she knew what depraved thoughts were rattling inside his head.
He was jealous of how much your husband calmed your worries, how you smiled small to him and hugged him tight. How your daughter clung to you the entire time after Lena told you to stay by her side. How you held her hand as—ironically—Jack was the one who told your little family she had only fractured her leg.
And worst of all, when you held your husband's hand and sighed in relief.
It made it worse when he thought about where this all had started. Simple, really. You had been lifting supplies during Pittfest. Of course, Jack could be the only man who had fallen deeply infatuated with a woman during a mass casualty event.
Simply wanting to speed things up, Jack took all of it from your hands and, with you, worked to distribute as many supplies as possible. He followed you like a puppy, while you did all the talking and handing everything off. By the time you and he had finished, gowns soaked in blood, you had taken his hand in yours and beamed up at him.
"Jack Abbot, you might be the greatest possible man in all the world right now."
Then, your fingers squeezed his, and you rushed to the nearest patient who needed you.
That was the first and last time you had smiled at him.
After that, things just soured. You had tried to be kind to him, but he couldn't take it. He wasn't used to it. He could have the best banter, the best conversations, the best jokes with everyone else, but for some reason, he faltered at you.
With everyone else, he could meet their gaze perfectly fine, even leaning in to catch it. But with you? He shifted his eyes away so that you couldn't catch how his pupils had blown out at the sight of you.
It could be because this was the first time since the death of his wife that his heart had started to race. It could be the fact that before you looked at him, he let himself come back to an empty home that was a tomb for his wife, because he couldn't move any of her stuff, even years later.
It could be that it felt like a betrayal. Not only to her, but to his own morals. He was a good man. His parents called him their "Golden Jackie," and his in-laws had given their full approval when he asked for their daughter's hand in marriage.
But what now? Now, he was a fifty-year-old man unable to talk to the woman who had been so nice, yet now couldn't bear to talk to him, all because he was inexperienced and anxious. Now, he was an old man staring daggers at your husband like he stole you from him, like he had any stake in you in the first place.
Now, he was a loser touching himself in the shower at the thought of you, seated on the marble seating and gripping the handlebars while his other fist jerked him off. Now, he was the fool who thought about you smiling and looking into his eyes, while he came in his fist with a groan, after being the hardest he had been in almost a decade.
Now, he knew he was damned for hell. Because you were married and he was not, and you were living the life he wanted.
A life he wanted with his late wife.
A life he wanted with you.
Those feelings continued into the surgery he was performing right now. A delicate one. Being him, he had decided now would be the best time to try a new technique he saw in an article in China.
Shen and Ellis surrounded him, working alongside him with short commands and indications. They worked well, like a good machine.
Except Jack's hands were the ones who were shaking. It was so noticeable when he picked up the scalpel, the light that reflected off it quivered against his scrubs. Why was he so nervous? What was shaking him up so badly?
What was wrong with him?
Was it because today was a shitty day, where the coffee shop he got those bagels from decided to not open today? Was it because today, when he walked in, Robby was going through his own shit, and Jack had to bring him back to earth? Was it because today, he treated a woman who had the same kind of cancer as his late wife, and she had four months to live?
"Hey, Shen, hey Parker. What do we have here?"
Well, they all went away when he heard your voice.
Turning his head, he saw you squirt hand sanitizer on your hand, rubbing it in well before dressing up. Your gown covered your black and pink scrubs. Next came your hair cap and glasses. He watched your gold band slip into a glove before you came to his side.
"Doctor Abbot," you said, coming beside him and peering at his work, "I think this is a new technique I haven't seen before. Care to share?"
He huffed out a shaky noise, cutting deeper into flesh, "Something new from China."
"Ah, I see."
"They've started developing a way to try and get to the lungs without leaving a huge, unnecessary scar. That way, it's also easier for the OR to manage. If only I could..." He tried to squeeze his fingers into the incision, but couldn't make it past the first band of flesh.
Jack cursed, shaking his head. Maybe he had to try another way, maybe he had to look at it from another angle. He tried to recount the steps, but they were all getting jumbled in his head.
His wife.
This cut.
You.
His wife
This cut
You.
His wife.
You.
His wife
You.
You.
You.
You—
"Why don't I help?" Your voice, soft and sweet, floated up to his ear. When he looked down at you, you were... you were smiling.
You were smiling at him.
You leaned in, opening your hand and asking Shen for another scalpel. With a soft push of your hips, you moved him out of the way. You sliced a bit more, opening it up. Jack held his breath the entire time.
"I heard about this one." You mused, putting the blade back into the tray, before looking back at him, "I'd been meaning to try this one. Would you like to be my second?"
For once, he didn't falter, "I'd love to."
He knew the next step. This time, it was big enough to stick his pointer and middle finger into the wound, palm up. Blood squelched around his gloved knuckles as he went through, trying to find the source...
When your own hand slipped over his, your own two fingers joined him into the wound.
Jack's nostrils flared, as he felt the hot muscles and fat around his hand, but the even more calming presence of your gloved fingers above his.
"What... what're you doing?" He asked, afraid to break the moment.
"Adding our own twist. Think outside the box. The reason why those cases struggle with the surgery is that they make the incision way too small. Sure, that's the whole point, but you can't have it all. We can, however, make it just big enough to grab what we need."
He was sick, then, finding happiness in the fact that you and his hand were connected once more, this time in blood, and as you and his four fingers disappeared and appeared over and over
Jack chose to let that feeling calm him, push away everything wrong with today. He also chose to let that feeling push away Shen and Parker's glances at the scene.
Afterwards, when the surgery was successful, and the patient was taken upstairs, was when he was only able to find a clock after throwing everything away in the waste bins. Seven-fifty A.M.
That meant his shift was over. He had no other patients to report back on—technically, that was Shen's patient, so charting was all on him—so he quietly said he goodbyes to everyone, choosing not to linger like he usually did, and made his way into the lockers.
Of course, you were there too. You were slipping on your jacket, your backpack still inside your locker. Your hair was down, pulled up by your colorful hair tie.
You noticed him standing close by, punching in the code. You waved to him, "Slipping out while you can."
"Could say the same to you."
You chuckled, "Well, my kid isn't exactly really fond of not having any breakfast. And I promised her I'd take her to IHOP, so I guess work doesn't stop for me."
Jack shook his head, getting his backpack, "What's your order?"
You told him, shutting your locker and leaning against it. Your head was resting on it as well, "But I still steal some pancake bites from my daughter. She loves feeding me even though I tell her I'm full."
"Sounds like a kid."
"The best kid."
"And your husband? What does he like?"
For the first time, Jack saw you visibly frown at him, cocking your head to the side and squinting as if he were the one who had something heinous. It shocked him physically, so much so that he had to take a step back.
You matched his step, though, coming closer into his space and trying to see if his face was hiding something.
Only when you didn't find anything, did you speak:
"What husband are you talking about?"
Jack felt like he was getting fooled. He glanced around like someone else might be in on it. "I mean—I just thought—no, not thought, more like saw—a man. With your daughter. Remember back two months ago when she fractured her leg, and he carried her in? I thought that was your husband! You looked so comfortable. I thought it was a babysitter or brother until you hugged and held hands and she called him daddy. Well, maybe the "daddy" part should've told me sooner, but anyways, you still got the ring on your finger so—"
But he couldn't finish because your cackles had drowned out the entire locker area. You were doubled over, clutching your belly and holding onto the lockers for support.
Jack could only stand there dumbfounded as you wiped tears, fighting your breath to speak, "God, Jack, you're—god, you're something else! Me, a husband?! Jack Abbot, that's my ex-husband. Oh god, I have to tell him this, he's gonna lose his mind—"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Jack waved his hands like he was directing traffic, "But you have a ring! See! I see it right there!"
You looked down to where Jack was pointing, the golden band. You snorted once more before slipping it off and tossing it at him.
"It's a fake, Jack!" You laughed again. You were right. It was plastic, cheap, and shiny. The inside was smudged off to show the stainless steel, "I've had too many incidents in my residence of guys hitting on me. I decided a fake, second ring would help. That way, my real ring would be fine, while my peace of mind would also be protected. Guess the habit just... carried on."
Jack could only stare dumbfounded, his hand now curled up tight around the fake ring. This stupid little thing had been the bane of all these thoughts.
If he had opened his mouth, is he had some damn courage, then maybe he would've known ages ago. He would've been able to put himself out there to talk to you.
His late wife let him, but the only thing holding him back was...
"Are you free this weekend?"
You blinked, the sudden whiplash now shocking you. "Excuse me."
"I asked: are you—"
"I heard you the first time," you interrupted, "It's just... Jack, the way you're phrasing this sounds a lot like a—"
"I want you to tie up my hair." Jack said, with sudden gusto, "You gave everyone else hair ties, except me. A-and my hair's been getting longer, so maybe we could go to my usual bagel shop and get some food, and you could teach me how to tie up my hair."
"The only reason I didn't give you any hair ties was because you scared me!"
"Really?! Me?! I joke with everyone!"
"Yeah, you do, and you're fucking hilarious. But when it comes to me... You kinda just stare. And I know you're a military vet, Jack. Having you stare me down isn't exactly calming on my psyche."
Jack chuckled. "Well then, no more staring. I'll be fun and honest, how about that?"
"Promise?"
"Of course."
"For the bagel, meet up or you not staring?"
"Both."
You were already backing away from him and the conversation, "Then you have my number, Jack, you know where to call me. No need to get jealous anymore, now you can have all the colors you want."
Jack grinned stupidly at that.
Yeah, Jack had no more damn reason for this jealousy.
Not anymore.
Gosh, Jack, you're such a loser, you don't care if the woman you're chasing is married or not... ugh, come on and let's finger this wound together.
One hundred fifty thousand dollars. That’s how much debt your dad is in. Determined to free you both, you fight for the one attending position offered to senior residents at the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center. Your stubborn, competitive streak flares out, especially when your competition is just as fierce as you.
Jack Abbot needs that job, and he really doesn’t have a choice. Pittsburgh is the only place for him, and he’s willing to do anything. That much is clear with just how much he is neck-and-neck with you, and how he's willing to do anything. But what he doesn’t like is the woman who makes his life hell—is just as smart—and unimpressed by him.
Young and hungry, both you and he fight tooth-and-nail, snipping at each other’s heels. But hate is just as intense as love, and with both of you walking on the edge of its line, you might just learn how similar you both are.
Can I suggest Titus Danforth with virgin/experienced with the young reader having the experience and Titus being the virgin?
Thank you!!!
➽─❥ pairing: Titus Danforth x Female!Reader
➽─❥ summary/prompt: Titus is never scared- he’s very sure of himself. Until he meets you- you who are just so perfect and someone who doesn’t expect anything from or use him.
➽─❥ warnings: 18+ MDNI, POSSIBLE MOVIE SPOILERS, Virgin!Titus, experienced!Reader, losing of virginity, p in v sex, arranged marriage, mentions of trying to conceive, mentions of physical abuse, possible OOC Titus
➽─❥ author’s note: I’m so fucking glad I saved this one- you have no fucking idea. THANK YOU FOR THE BIRTHDAY WISHES AND FOR SENDING THIS DELICIOUS ASK. If you’d like to participate in my february fic fest- well it’s closed so- sorry! But enjoy the ones I’ve posted here!
All his life- Titus has been kept on a leash. A very short, tight leash that was held by either his father- or by Ursula. Tugging him every time he attempted to go astray or when he dared have an opinion they didn’t agree to- all for his protection they’d say. He wasn’t as smart as his sister or as cunning as his father- he was the brawn, the strength of the Danforth family that needed to be controlled- otherwise he’d realize just how powerful he truly was.
Love was a weakness- was a distraction from the goal that their father had set for them. And, inevitably, love was the reason his mother was brutally taken from him- one morning as a child, waking up to find her room cleaned and her belongings gone. Stripped from the mansion like she never existed. Painted over and stamped out of his life as if her love was never a reality. But he felt her kiss on his forehead, he felt the way she’d ruffle his curls, the way she’d wipe the blood from his nose when his father was disappointed in how he failed to hunt the smallest of animals- the way she’d hum and rub his back when he was scared of the storm outside.
Ultimately- her love is what kept Titus alive. Sacrificing herself to preserve her son’s life- because he was weak and his father needed him to be strong like Ursula. It was either Titus’ life for another child- or his mother for Titus to be strong. The ritual was done in the middle of the night- quiet and quick as if she never existed at all, giving her life so that maybe Titus might grow stronger and be able to fight back against his father at some point. Power. Power and greed is what killed the love he remembered.
Power and greed are what fuel him- forgetting how to be gentle and how to love. Power and greed are the reason you were chosen for Titus. Quiet, young, smart, from a high council family- the perfect wife to produce strong sons. Mr. Danforth facilitated the marriage himself- hoping the idiot wouldn’t ruin it by saying some beforehand so he kept you both separate until you were bound in blood together. All of Titus’ strength must be good for something- if not strong children to pass the Danforth name to once the high seat is theirs. When you stood across from Titus- hands clasped together while the vows were read, you took a moment to look at his eyes. Soft- unsure? Nervous? This wasn’t the man you grew up hearing about. Heard how he was ruthless and intense, about his strength and ferocity- about his bloodlust even. This was a man with worry on his face and fear in his heart- a man who didn’t want to be the family disappointment once again.
Titus didn’t know how to be a husband- Titus didn’t even fucking know how to be a good son and his heart hammered in his chest when you were all but locked in his room with him after her father ended the festivities early. Hoping that will entice you both to “be fruitful” as he gently put it- which was a lie. Mr. Danforth’s exact words were to “fuck a baby into your bride so I can have heirs I’m proud of.” Which is where you were left now- standing and facing each other with the bed between you both. An ocean if anything because the only words you’ve ever spoke to the man- to your husband, was “I do.”
“Titus we don’t- um, we don’t have to-”
“We do,” voice a little sharper than he wanted but- you do have to. Titus will spare you the pain and torture that he endured for many years- because he’s sure if you don’t do this tonight then his father will sacrifice you before dawn. And if he doesn’t sacrifice you- you’ll wish he had. Whether by his own hand or Ursula’s- or worst, make Titus inflict pain on you. His voice startled you a bit- raspier than you expected but you understood what he meant. And you understood what was expected of you. All you were bred to be was a brood made for some high council family’s son- to give heirs and worship and sacrifice and- this wasn’t new to you. You didn’t exactly sign up for it but you made the best out of it. So you nod, biting your lip and fiddling with the black wedding band that was placed on your finger- Titus a matching one that burned his skin to remind him he had a purpose. Not to love. To gain power.
You weren’t a blushing bride- the anxiety and shame got fucked out of you years ago. You didn’t need to be a virgin to marry a high council member but the little bit of control you had over your own body was enough to make this hell of being chained and damned mentally bearable. You knew what to expect but- the way Titus started to pace a little gave away his own anxiety. If he was nervous about performing then you can do the work- that’s no problem but he almost refused to look at you while you stripped yourself from your elegant dress and ornate jewels. Standing near bare save for the thin black slip dress that gave you modesty when you wore your mother’s wedding dress- wondering if you should speak but Titus swallowed hard and stomped over to you with determination.
You were gorgeous. Young and beautiful and nearly bare for him- his heavy arm wrapping around your waist when he presses his lips to yours in a forceful and uncontrolled fashion. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant- but it felt like he’s never kissed anyone before and he’s simply doing what he imagined it would be like and- oh.
He’s never done this before.
Titus was never given an opportunity to fool around as a young boy or man- his father wouldn’t allow it. The last thing Mr. Danforth wanted were half breed bastards from his son who couldn’t control who he fucked and came inside. So he was watched. Never left alone with anyone young enough to get pregnant- never let off his tight leash. Once he hit puberty, Mr. Danforth had the staff replaced with men and middle aged women only- and he had shame instilled in his son at a very young age. Desire? Wants? Only if it aligned with the Danforth goal of more. But even a man who was tugged by his leash could admit you were beautiful- soft and smelled intoxicating to Titus. His lips furiously moving against yours and his tongue gaining access- awkwardly moving in your mouth until your soft hands found his chest and pushed him away ever so slightly.
“T-Titus,” panting, breathing heavily into each other’s space when you tried to gently slow him. Soft words and a gentle hand sliding up to cup the back of his neck and play with the curls that were there. “Slowly, my love, there’s no rush,” there was. There absolutely was a rush and if you close your eyes you swear you can hear Mr. Danforth behind your door with a timer. But Titus hears nothing, eyes already closing when he feels your fingers twirl individual strands of his curls- sifting through the salt and peppered locks while you speak. You didn’t want to outright ask if he’s ever been with a woman before- didn’t want to shame and embarrass him so you gently guided him. Gently slide your soft hands to cup his face and look into those deep hazel eyes that you wish to explore further- smiling before you lean in to press your lips against his and slowly move your lips together.
Titus doesn’t rush- if anything he lets you kiss him. He lets your lips move against his with what he believes is expert precision- growling out almost when you move your arms around his broad shoulders and press yourself into his body. “Trust me,” you say- smiling into the kiss when his arms circle your waist again and pull you closer with the same need and desire as before but restraint has taken hold as well. The kiss deepens- your breathing becoming heavier when you move your mouth desperately against his the second you can feel him getting comfortable. Your hands slide back down his chest- fingers playing with the buttons on his vest when you pull away and silently ask for his permission. For his trust.
And he gives it to you.
Nodding with a hard swallow while you slowly strip him of his clothes until you’re both on the bed- you sat in his lap while gently touching his body and learning your husband’s needs. Feeling every scar on his skin from hunting accidents as well as the taut muscles that he’s trained his entire life for- palm splayed on his haired chest when you feel the hard length of him poke between your thighs. You learn his body- you learn that he doesn’t care much for kisses on his neck so much as he prefers them on his jaw. You learn that if you bite his ear he’ll moan- and that he likes when you scratch down his chest lightly. He’s more fascinated by your breasts than your ass- stubbled jaw scratching along your chest while he sucks and licks little marks over your skin. You learn that he likes his hair pulled- soft curls bouncing when you tug at his hair when he bites your nipple before sucking it into his mouth.
And you learn that he’s scared. Trembling in your arms when you stroke his cock to get him hard- swiping the leaking tip between your folds before a large hand grabs your wrist. “I-I’ve never, I haven’t,” a confession. A moment of honesty before you officially become husband and wife but you don’t shame him- you smile. You nod and take his hand in your own before kissing the ring on his finger that matches your own. You wait- wait until he nods- biting his lip, eyes closed with his head resting against the headboard until you sink down the entire length of him. Titus was thick. His cock was as big and thick as he was- stretching your pussy open and forcing your wet walls to flutter open and accept him as he was.
“Oh fuck,” you gasp- whimpering from the way your cunt spasms around his cock. Thighs shaking with each inch you slide down until your ass is firmly seated in his lap and his dick was nudged inside you with no room for anything more than a few atoms. You had seconds to adjust- a moment to give in before two heavy hands grabbed at your hips to lift you up until the head of his cock kissed your lips- slamming you back down with a deep groan.
Titus was strong. Titus has never felt anything so fucking perfect in his life. Titus fucking loved you. Falling asleep on your chest after having emptied himself in your spent pussy until he came dry- until he had nothing left to give. Exhausted and drained but staying awake to hear the way you hum in his ear and feel you rub your soft fingers over his freckled back.
Summary: You decide to visit Lyonel in the Baratheon tent.
Warnings: alcohol. lyonel is down so bad for his wife. like horrendously. i think thats it. not proof read. dividers by @saradika-graphics <3
Parties werent your scene. You wouldnt say you hated them, but if there was a choice between that and an evening spent cozy in bed with a book? Youre picking the book. The chaos unsettled you. The piercing noises of music and singing and cheering, the smell of wine ans sweat and food, the sheer amount of people in one space- it made you stressed.
But tonight you feel restless. The bed in your tent doesnt feel as soft as usual and you cant get comfortable causing you to toss and turn and therefore keep losing your place on your page. You huff. You miss your husband, Lyonel. Your mind drifts to him most definitely still in the Baratheon tent drinking copious amounts of wine and commanding the dancefloor in the middle.
Defeated, you close your book with a loud snap and grab your gown from earlier that you had discarded lazily on the floor, slipping it on and trying to make yourself look presentable. The guard outside nods at you as you slip through the tents entrance and head towards the lively bustle of the large yellow tent at the other end of the camp. You pick at your nails nervously. What if Lyonel doesnt wish to see you? What if you ruin his fun? Despite the racing thoughts your feet never falter eventually leading you to duck beneath the yellow cloth into the dim light of the party.
You dodge dancing bodies left and right, peering over shoulders in hopes of spotting a familiar pair of antlers. Little do you know your husband is just out of your field of view finishing his glass of wine and staring you down like a predator does its prey.
You squeal when a hand lands on your shoulder and spins you round, only relaxing when your eyes land on the persons face. "Lyonel."
"To what do I owe the pleasure? Have I had too much wine, or is my sweet wife truly in my tent?" His voice is as jovial as ever, grinning widely as he speaks, his eyes raking over your form hungrily.
"I felt restless," You half shout having to battle with the noise of the party. "I thought I would come and… see."
"Mmmh, you honour me, wife. Never did I think id get to see your pretty face in this light." His words are slurred with wine but nonetheless sincere. "Come," He grabs your hand. "Dance with me."
Your eyes widen slightly. "I do not know how to I-"
"You may forget, my love, that I have seen you dance before. Mayhaps only once but I have seen it, and I know you can move those hips." He winks before lifting your hand and spinning you. You try to relax and let the music flow through you and follow whatever Lyonel is doing. He makes it look so natural like he doesnt have a care in the world- which you know to be the truth -spinning and stepping like he came out the womb doing so.
He watches you hungrily, eyeing your every move and cheering you on. He whisks a glass of wine from a plate of a servant and brings it to your lips encouraging you to drink. "Here, it will make it easier, clear those worrisome thoughts from your mind."
You drink it all, wiping your mouth as he throws the cup carelessly over his shoulder and smiling and giggling up at him. He cups your face and kisses you far too passionately for the amount of people around you but a series of cheers reassures you that they dont seem to mind. Perhaps parties weren't so bad after all.
something something Trinity runs up to Javadi as they're leaving the hospital on the birthday and hands her a cute sparkly (purple ofc) gift bag.
Javadi mutters an embarassed thank you before rummaging through the bag at Trinity's request.
She's impressed and a little surprised at the contents, Dr. Jart's face mask, a travel sized mascara, and a few packets of samplers of an expensive moisturizer Victoria talked about with a patient two weeks ago.
And, small wrapped box sitting at the bottom of the bag. She eyes Trinity's wide grin from the corner of her eye as the wrapping paper tears under her fingers.
"Oh my god-" she gasps, dropping the small purple vibrator back in the bag.
"Relax would you," Trinity grins, "You're 21. Every grown woman needs a vibrator."
"Trinity I still live with my parents. What if-"
"It's a joke, crash, you can throw it out as soon as you get home if you want," she shrugs, "or hide it in your sock drawer like a normal person your age would. Doesn't matter to me."
And Victoria's hand hovers over the garbage in her bathroom for a long moment. She looks at the little thing - it's small, discreet. She hits the power button at the bottom. It makes a noise, but under her covers it would negligible.
Half an hour later, her face mask is drying on her face and she loads up AO3, armed with her new gift.
*****
"So," Trinity greets the next morning, "Did you like my gift?"
Trinity truly meant the face mask. She likes to tease and annoy Victoria, but she'd never cross the line into making her actually uncomfortable. And those face masks were expensive, she was hoping her money was well spent more than anything else.
But Victoria looks at her like a deer in the headlights, wide eyed and panicked.
"The face masks, Tori," Santos clarifies with a grin.
"Oh yeah," Victoria clears her throat, "Good-great. Moisturizing."
maekar and baelor getting cute aggression with their wife
I just did maekar cos I cant picture baelor with it im sorry 😭 have some of this emotionally stunted man trying to show his wife affection. hehehe.
Maekar struggled with showing affection. Hes fully aware. In private he is much better, in fact he can barely keep his hands off you. Today you skipped into his solar, hands hidden behind your back and a sweet grin on your face- it was a welcome interruption from the mind numbing letters on his desk.
“Are you okay, husband?” You stop in front of his desk and sway from side to side with barely contained excitement.
“Mm.” He grunts in acknowledgment before leaning back in his chair and stretching his aching back. “What have you been up to?”
“I got you something.” Your words are spoken so fast he can barely decipher them.
“What?”
From behind you, you pull a beautifully arranged bouquet of flowers. A small one made up of reds and blacks- his house colours. “I made this. For you.” You hold it out for him and he just stares at it, a strange warmth creeping up his ribcage that he tries his best to ignore. You spent your time thinking of him and decided to pick and arrange some flowers in the Targaryen colours. He rises from his chair and stands right infront of you, eyes never leaving the bunch of flowers. He takes them from you, placing them gently on his desk, fingers running over the silky ribbon that holds it together.
He takes in your appearance for a moment before wrapping his strong arms around you and squeezing. You reciprocate of course, youd never turn down a hug from him- especially one he initiated. Anyone else would fear he was trying to wrap around them like a boa constrictor, but you dont. He hugs you impossibly closer but still holding back some of his strength as to not hurt you. Its hard but he does it. He cant express his love well through words so a slightly stiff bone crushing hug is the best way for him to.
“You are very sweet, wife.” He whispers softly into your hair. A quiet sentence that holds more love in it then anyone else could understand.
Soooooo would it be crazy to suggest Lyonel Baratheon would be into messy sex? I mean look at him. He knows how to make his partner absolutely soaked. I picture him being crazy about his wife/lover squirting and trying to do it again.
not crazy at all. not even a little bit.
Especially if his wife is shy. Whenever I think about Lyonel I always picture him with a quiet shy wife because I think the contrast is so yummy. He would be obsessed with how embarrassed you get, all the lewd noises his mouth and fingers make on your cunt, mocking (sweetly) how you try and hide your face with a wide grin on his own. He makes it his main goal to make you both as messy as possible. Hes sloppy and messy on purpose, wanting the smell and taste of you all over his face, in his beard as he goes about his day hehehe.
Creampies are a must. 1 cos I think he has a breeding kink and 2 cos its messyyyyyy. When he comes inside you and keeps on fucking you the squelching noise drives him crazy and combined with your embarrassment makes him feel dizzy. Hes also proud when servants have to come in and change the sheets after you guys have sex. Hes entirely unbothered but you want to curl up into a ball and die when they pull the soiled bottom sheet off the mattress and take it to be cleaned.
First time he makes you squirt? Yeah hes never been so happy.
“Yes. There we go sweet girl.”
“Youre gonna do that again for me doe, I know you can.”
“Youre making such a mess, ruining my sheets. I knew you loved it really.”
𝓟airing : alicent hightower x office siren! reader
𝓢ummary : you flirt back with ormund, she’s get jealous.
𝒞w : jealousy, kisses?
𝓦c : 1.6k
The first time Alicent noticed it, she told herself she was imagining things.
The second time, she told herself she didn’t care.
But by the third time, she was actively avoiding looking across the conference room.
Unfortunately, avoiding looking at you did absolutely nothing to stop her from hearing your laughter. “Ormund, if you’re trying to impress me, you’ll have to do better than that.”
A chorus of chuckles followed and Alicent’s jaw tightened.
Across the polished conference table, Ormund leaned back in his chair with the ease of a man who had never once worried about consequences. “What would impress you, then ?”
You smiled over the rim of your coffee cup. “That’s classified information.”
“Harsh.”
“You’ll survive.”
“Maybe.”
Alicent looked down at her laptop.
The quarterly budget report had somehow become impossible to read, because she knew exactly what was happening without looking.
Actually, she could practically picture it.
You perched comfortably in your chair, one ankle crossed over the other. Black silk blouse, and that vanilla perfume she always caught lingering in hallways after you’d left.
And that smile. Oh that smile, the one that would get you away with murder.
The same one currently directed at Ormund.
Again.
And she hated it, which was kinda ridiculous because you weren’t hers, you weren’t dating, worse you weren’t even flirting with her.
Not really.
At least not in any way she could prove.
Yet, every time Ormund made you laugh, something unpleasant twisted in her chest.
“Alicent ?” She blinked.
Everyone was looking at her. And everyone was including you.
Your eyes met hers for half a second and then you smiled before looking away.
The twist became worse.
“Sorry,” Alicent said smoothly. “Keep going.”
The meeting dragged on for another forty minutes with Ormund kept finding reasons to speak to you and with you who kept entertaining him.
And by the time everyone finally stood to leave, Alicent’s patience was hanging by a thread.
“You.”
You paused near the door. “Yes ?”
“I need those investor reports.”
“Already on your desk.”
Of course they were. You were always anticipating what she needed before she asked.
Alicent opened her mouth. Before closing it and then watching helplessly as Ormund appeared beside you.
“Coffee ?”
You grinned, “trying again ?”
“Relentlessly.”
“I admire the commitment.”
You both left together leaving Alicent staring after you.
And she felt something dangerously close to jealousy settle firmly into her stomach.
𝜗ৎ 𝜗ৎ 𝜗ৎ
Over the next three weeks, things only became worse.
Ormund appeared everywhere.
At lunch. Office parties. Fundraisers.
And even charity galas, where we clearly never see him usually, literally never.
If you attended, somehow he attended too. And every single time, he flirted.
The worst part ?
You flirted back, you did it so shamelessly and effortlessly. As if it cost you nothing.
Alicent tried ignoring it, she tried working later or tried delegating interactions to other employees.
But nothing helped.
Because eventually she’d look up and find you laughing at something Ormund said. Again.
One friday evening, the company hosted a networking event at an upscale rooftop bar downtown.
Alicent arrived late.
The moment she stepped out of the elevator, she saw you.
Of course she did. You stood near the balcony doors ; black dress, and already champagne in hand.
With, obviously, Ormund beside you. His hand resting suspiciously close to your waist.
Something ugly flared inside her and before she could even stop herself, she crossed the room. Very fast.
“Alicent.” You smiled brightly, “you’re late.”
“Traffic.”
“Mmh.”
Ormund greeted her with a grin, “cousin.”
“Ormund.” The word came out colder than intended and he noticed.
And the bastard had the audacity to look amused. How she wishes to make that stupid smug disappear off his face.
“You look lovely tonight,” he leaned it, making sure that Alicent could see his lips almost brushing against your skin.
You laughed softly. “Careful. You’re already laying it on a little thick.”
“I’m serious.”
“You usually are.”
Alicent’s grip tightened around her glass.
Ormund looked between the two of you. And then, apparently deciding he enjoyed living dangerously, and added, “if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to make someone jealous.”
You nearly choked on your champagne.
Alicent froze.
Ormund’s smile widened, then he excused himself before either of you could respond, leaving you alone.
Silence stretched.
The city lights glittered beyond the windows.
Neither of you spoke until you decided to finally cut off the silence, “you’ve been avoiding me.” Your voice was quiet.
Alicent looked away. “No, I haven’t.”
“You have.”
“No.”
You stepped closer. “Alicent.”
The way you said her name always made her weak and it wasn’t fair. But to be honest, nothing about you was fair.
“Why are you upset ?”
“I’m not upset.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Really ?”
“Really.”
“Liar.” The word landed gently, even almost affectionate.
Alicent exhaled sharply, “you flirt with him.”
Your expression shifted, “Ormund ?”
“Who else ?”
A smile threatened the corners of your mouth and that only irritated her further.
“You think this is funny ?”
“No.”
Another pause.
Then, “okay, maybe a little.”
Alicent stared.
You looked entirely unrepentant and impossibly beautiful, which wasn’t helping her at all in this moment.
“Why ?” she asked.
Your smile disappeared, for the first time all evening, you looked nervous. Actually nervous.
Alicent couldn’t remember ever seeing that before.
You glanced away, then back at her, and suddenly all the teasing vanished. Leaving something softer. More vulnerable.
“Because I wanted your attention.”
The world seemed to stop.
Alicent blinked. “What ?”
You laughed once, without humor. “God, this is kinda embarrassing.”
“What -”
“You never notice when people flirt with you.”
“I do.”
“No, you don’t.” You stepped closer. Close enough that she could smell your perfume.
Vanilla.
Warm.
Dangerous.
“I’ve been flirting with you for months.”
Alicent forgot how to breathe.
“And you never reacted.” Your voice softened, “so maybe I got desperate.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“Oh.”
You covered your face, “please stop saying oh.”
Despite everything, Alicent laughed, and the sound surprised both of you.
You peeked through your fingers, mortified, “are you seriously laughing at me right now ?”
“A little.”
“You are.”
“A little.”
“Rude.”
Something warm settled between you. For the first time in weeks, the tension felt different. Lighter.
Alicent studied your face.
The nervousness. The anticipation. The vulnerability.
All this time where she’d thought Ormund genuinely had a chance. “You know.”
You swallowed, “yes ?”
“I was jealous.”
Your eyes widened.
Alicent continued before she lost her nerve. “I hated watching him flirt with you.”
Your lips parted.
“I hated hearing you laugh at his jokes.” Another step, now barely inches separated you. “I hated every second of it.”
The expression on your face nearly ruined her, because it looked hopeful. Like you’d been waiting forever to hear those words.
“You were jealous ?” you whispered.
“Very.”
“Of Ormund ?”
“Painfully.”
A grin appeared.
Slowly. Dangerously. “There she is.”
Alicent frowned, “what ?”
“My jealous executive.”
“I am not your executive.”
“You kind of are.”
“And you a terrible employee.”
“A devoted employee.”
Alicent rolled her eyes.
You beamed, then suddenly your smile softened and your hand found hers. The touch was gentle. Tentative, as if giving her the opportunity to pull away.
She didn’t.
Instead she squeezed your fingers, and watched your breath catch. “Alicent.” Her name sounded different now ; more intimate, more precious.
She reached up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear and you leaned into the touch immediately.
Neither of you spoke.
Honestly, neither of you needed to.
The city glowed around you, the music drifted from inside the party. But all Alicent could focus on was you.
“You drive me insane,” she admitted.
You laughed softly, “I know.”
“You knew ?”
“I was hoping.”
“You are impossible.”
“I’ve heard that before.”
“You flirted with my cousin.”
“And you ignored my flirting.”
“Fair.”
“Exactly.”
Alicent shook her head, but then smiled despite herself. “You really did all that just to make me jealous ?”
“Maybe.”
“Really now ?”
“Fine.” You looked kinda pleased with yourself, “I absolutely did.”
Alicent laughed again.
God, she was hopeless. And you looked delighted by the realization, which somehow made her fall even harder.
“Come here.”
Your eyes widened, “That’s really all the invitation I get ?”
“Come here.” You stepped forward immediately.
Brat, the affectionate thought made warmth bloom inside her chest.
Your hands settled carefully on her waist, as though asking permission. Alicent answered by pulling you closer.
The breath you released trembled. “There she is,” you murmured.
“Who ?”
“The woman I’ve been trying to kiss for five months.”
Alicent nearly choked, “five months ?”
“Okay maybe six.”
“Good lord.”
“I was suffering.”
“You are dramatic.”
“Only professionally.”
She shook her head, then finally, she finally closed the distance. The kiss was soft, tentative at first.
Everything neither of you usually were.
Your lips brushed hers.
Once.
Twice.
The smallest touch.
And somehow it felt earth-shattering.
When you kissed her properly, Alicent’s fingers tightened against your waist. You smiled against her mouth.
Actually smiled.
As if you’d won something. Which, admittedly, you had.
When you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathless, your forehead was resting against hers.
“Hi.”
Alicent laughed. “Hello.”
“Now can I tell Ormund he lost ?”
“No.”
“Can I at least imply it ?”
“No.”
“Can I make him suffer a little ?”
Alicent narrowed her eyes, you looked entirely too innocent which is honestly a complete lie. Obviously.
“I suppose a little suffering is acceptable.”
Your grin returned instantly, “perfect.”
“A menace.”
“Your menace.”
The words slipped out casually, without thought and yet the moment they did, silence followed. Soft.
Alicent looked at you, and felt her heart surrender completely. “My menace,” she agreed.
Your smile then was brighter than the city lights behind you. And when you kissed her again, neither of you cared about the party waiting inside.
Ormund.
Or meetings.
Or deadlines.
For once, the entire world could wait, you had each other. And that was more than enough.
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black silk & lace - vanilla perfume - late night cigarettes - lover girl - office siren aesthetic - chronic complainer - too pretty to be stressed - pansexual.
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That one wallsit trend for couples to see how long they can hold their partner up with young jack trying to impress cougar and get her in his lap
i don't acc know what trend you're talking about but i did see a tik tok about an attending who made his residents do wall sits before a shift (for somereason idk) and i've been wanting to write that.
"Jack are you sure you should do this?" you ask quietly with a frown, "No one is going to judge you if you don't compete."
Jack wasn't ashamed of his limb difference, but it wasn't necessarily something he spoke freely about to his coworkers. He'd lost his leg when he was 20. After he'd recuperated, he pivoted into medicine instead.
"Relax would you," returning your low tone with a grin, "Wall sits are very good for BTK amputees. Gonna rinse these guys out of their money."
It was Shen's idea. On a rare slow night he'd proposed a wall sit competition. And since the outcome would certainly be less catastrophic than his other proposal of janitor cart relay racing, you let him have his fun.
And so, the residents and med students line up against the wall, all eager to win yours and Shen's grand prize of a $100 virtual gift card to a store or restaurant of their choosing.
You shake your head with a smile. Surprisingly, Langdon falls first, mumbling something about leg day before sulking in the corner. The next one to go is Javadi. Her legs shake with exertion before dropping to the ground. She stands with a smile, accepting your hand to go sit next to Langdon.
3 remain - Ellis, Jack, and Santos. Though, you try desperately to keep your eyes off Jack. Thank god he's wearing full length scrub pants because if you saw his muscles rippling as the hold his body up, you'd almost certainly end up meeting with HR.
Santos legs start to quiver, but Ellis and Jack are steady.
"Doing okay over there?" Ellis teases, "Need a break."
"Shut up," Santos mutters, "Disqualify her for trying to distract me."
"Just don't get distracted by her," Shen giggles.
Eventually, Santos falters, crashing to the floors as her knees give up. She groans, ignoring your extended hand and joining her fellow "losers" (her words).
The showdown between Jack and Ellis lasts much longer than you anticipated until-
"C'mon man," Elllis groans as she pulls herself up from the floor, "You don't even look like you're gonna break a sweat."
"Oh yeah I should have mentioned," Jack says, still comfortabely seated against the wall, "Wall sits were an imperative part of my rehab - i try to do them everynight before bed."
*****
"That was so...sexy," you groan into Jack's mouth, pawing at the bottom of his shirt. You were getting very efficent at undressing him in the backseat of your car. The street behind his appartment building was dark and covered - perfect for climbing into his lap after your shifts together, "Gonna make you do that again. Just for me."
"Gotta get you upstairs in my appartment first," he grins, kissing your jaw.
"What so Santos can walk in on us?"
"I mean we could go to your place," you freeze, pulling away from him, "but you've got the girls, I know. But one of these days you gotta let me get you into a bed. My skills are limited here."
You roll your eyes, "uh huh. your skills are fine."
"Come upstairs," he looks up at you with wide eyes. He rubbs his hand soothingly along your thigh, "Let me show you a proper good time."
"You live with another one of my residents."
"Please, Garcia's over. You could walk out of my room naked and she wouldn't notice because she's probably having disgustingly loud sex," he shrugs, "It's time I returned the favour."
Robby knew you were off limits, you were his ex’s daughter for gods sake and he was your boss. But when you found yourself in a not so great situation he was the first to help. With one thing leading to another the two of you finally gave into your desires.
CW: 18+ MDNI, smut, fauxcest, use of dad and kid, unprotected piv, breeding kink, oral (m/f), fingering
Note: this one kinda got away from me hehe it’s 4.6k words of pure smut, also proofreading? Never heard of her 🤭…hope yall enjoy!
You were drunk, too drunk if you were honest. But at this moment you couldn’t care less. Even though you knew this was the absolute worst coping mechanism you could’ve possibly gone with, it was one you could do alone. Not having to burden everyone with your problems. Especially after receiving a rejection about your request to switch to a surgical residency.
Which is why you found yourself in the sketchy area of downtown Pittsburgh stumbling through the crowd to get to a bathroom. Finally arriving at a free stall almost ten minutes later you sat down to relieve yourself. Leaning over your knees and taking a breath was when the spins and just how far gone you were had hit. This was when you decided to ask for help.
You couldn’t remember who was on shift so you opted for texting the ‘Pittlings group chat’ that included; Trinity, Dennis, Javadi, and Samira. Or you thought you did. In reality you had texted the full dayshift chat that was only supposed to be used during shift for work related situations. Something you meant to avoid as that chat included your boss Robby, who also happened to be your moms ex.
They were together for a decently long time, they started dating when you were 18 and fresh out of highschool. Making it until your last year of medical school before they ended things. Which made starting your clinical rotations at Robby’s hospital just slightly awkward.
But now you’re 26 and a second year resident in the PTMC ED. However, things were still slightly awkward between the two of you. This was mostly in part because your mom had cheated on him. But the other part was the fact that you had been harboring a massive crush on the man since he had started dating your mom. Something you had told no one but Trinity, who then told Dennis. Who then accidentally let it slip to Javadi who had been with Samira when he said it.
So everyone knew. But everyone also knew that Robby looked at you the same way you did him.
Which meant that when your clearly drunk text came through reading ‘SOS drunc hornyyyy ned ridee’, no one questioned Robby’s immediate response of being on his way. You weren’t sure who responded to your message barely paying attention to names, but you at least saw the response of whoever it was being 5 min out.
Heading out of the dingey building with your arms around your body for any type of heat you could generate you regretted the decision to wait outside. Your jean microskirt, black tank-top, and sheer lace over shirt did nothing to keep you warm. But you sure as hell looked hot. Scoring at least three phone numbers, including one coming from a bartender who’d given you free drinks all night.
And it was that same bartender who was calling your name while walking out to where you stood on the curb now.
“Hey! I saw you standing out here and figured I’d see if you wanted to head out together?” His proximity was way too close for your liking now that you were just wanting to go home.
“Oh uhm, no thank you” you attempted a step back, “a friend is picking me up, I’m sorry”
Whatever distance you gained was instantly lost as he followed closely. Even going as far as grabbing your wrist fairly tightly.
“Oh come on don’t be like that” he scoffed pulling you closer by where he held you, “you’ve been flirting with me all night. You can’t just lead me on like that and not expect me to want something”
His words had sobered you up in record time, words no woman wanted to hear when they were alone on a dark street. The only self defence ideas you had going for you was the fact someone was on their way, and four moves Jack had taught you when you picked up a night shift once.
“Hey look here buddy! I don’t owe you anything asshole-” you didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence before a familiar scent enveloped you from behind, at the same time your arm was freed from the bartender's grip.
“Touch her again and it’ll be the last thing you do I can promise you that” Robby’s voice wasn’t loud, but his tone told the man and everyone around that he wouldn’t take no for an answer.
“Whatever” the bartender was quick to scoff trying to seem unbothered as he shook out his arms, “the bitch isn’t hot enough for this type of effort anyway”
“The fuck did you just say to her!”
You grabbed Robby’s arm in an attempt to stop the situation from going any further. Granted you skidded a few steps in effort but you were able to at least slow him down. But he only stopped at the sound of your soft and slightly wavering voice.
“Michael please, it’s fine I just w-wanna go home” you rarely called him by his first name, so you knew it would grab his attention.
With a reluctant nod he rested a hand at your lower back guiding you to his truck that he had left at the curb. The bright flashing hazard lights caused you to stumble just a bit seeing as you still had a slight wobble to your step. Your body seemingly not as caught up on sobering like your mind had.
Attempting to step up into the truck you felt a sharp tug on the hem of your skirt holding the material down. Now that you were out of the highly stressful situation you were able to process the feeling of confusion. You weren’t exactly sure why Robby out of everyone was here, or how he even knew you needed help getting home in the first place.
“How did you-”
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing out here like this?” His sharp words cut you off, “do you know how worried I was when that text came through, and even worse when I tracked your location”
“You still have my location!?”
“That is the least of your goddamn worries right now,” Robby was pissed that much you did know, “and then you had to go and wear nothing but see through strips of fabric out here, you could’ve gotten hurt, you almost did get hurt!”
He wasn’t truly pissed about your clothing choice, you had the freedom to wear whatever you wanted. Robby was just pissed that other people got to see you and touch you like he wanted to. Even now he was trying his hardest not to stare at the way your skirt rode up your thighs, or how your breasts we’re spilling over the confines of your top.
You were his ex’s daughter for god's sake! He shouldn’t be thinking of how your soft skin and pouty lips would feel. Nor should he think about how much better you would be than your mother. But he had, he had thought about you one too many times with his fist tightly wrapped around himself. Imagining it was your hand or mouth around his aching cock choking him down instead.
So he couldn’t help but feel a little overprotective and angry about the situation he found you in. But you didn’t bother fighting back after that, you refused to be scolded like a child. Even though you ended up crossing your arms and slouching like one in his passenger seat. Going as far as to give him the silent treatment while only looking out the window the rest of the ride. Completely ignoring him until you realized the neighborhood he had pulled into was nowhere near your own.
“This isn’t my home” you grumbled, leaning forward to put your address in his GPS. Not getting very far as he slapped your hand away
“Yeah no shit sweetheart, I know where you live and you’re staying at mine tonight”
His sentence barely finished before he pulled into his driveway, reaching over and unbuckling your belt before he hopped out. Your jaw dropped open in disbelief of his curt behavior, one you hadn’t truly experienced outside of the hospital. Pulling out your phone your thumb was poised at the uber app when suddenly your door flew open. Robby stood there with an expectant look on his face.
“I’m not getting out” you refused to move, typing his address into the phone so that you could order a ride.
“Either you get out like a big girl or I make you”
You didn’t believe his words, thinking he wasn’t going to follow through and that he would just give up. But before you could hit submit on your screen, your body was manhandled out of the seat and onto your feet. A large hand gripping your bicep as he pulled you towards his front door before you could get a word out. He all but threw through his door and up to his bedroom before you were able to find the ability to speak.
“What do you think you’re doing!?”
“Take a shower, change, bed”
“You know you’re not with my mom anymore right? You don’t have to play hero with me.” You go to walk past him and out of his room, but Robby stays rooted in the doorway as an immovable statue.
“Do not make me repeat myself kid”
“Kid, seriously? I didn’t ask for your help Dad”
You were pissed that after all this time he still only saw you as a child. A realization that made your attraction to him feel so much more humiliating. But what you failed to notice in your anger was how his jaw clenched and his pupils dilated at the name you called him. No, you were too focused on his choice of words for yourself.
So out of spite you decided to listen to his previous statement, but carried out his request with an attitude. Turning to his closet you began riffling through his drawers. Throwing pieces of clothing on the floor until you found a shirt you wanted. Doing the same with his other drawers until you found a pair of boxers you felt was acceptable.
And Robby just stood there, arms crossed with a hand pinching the bridge of his nose. He was doing his best to keep his eyes on your face and not anywhere else while you bent over. But he just couldn’t help himself when a small strip of red lacy fabric caught his attention. However he quickly averted his eyes when you straightened up and turned towards the bathroom.
Stomping the whole way into his adjacent bathroom you made sure to slam the door closed, rattling the objects on his desk. If he was going to treat you like a child you were going to give him the whole act. You made sure to take an extra long shower. One that had the water running cold and condensation dripping down the mirror, and you used all of his products out of spite (desire). You also might have poured some down the drain so there wasn’t much left.
Stepping out of the now cold water you took the towel you assumed was his and wrapped it around your body, while making your way to his sink where you used his toothbrush. The heat from the shower had helped you sweat out most of the alcohol you had consumed, making you fully aware of the situation you now found yourself in.
You were alone with Robby. Something that you had been actively avoiding since he and your mom broke up. Especially since she had cheated on him and then blamed Robby for her cheating. You never understood your mom. She had a strong, handsome, well established man who treated her well and she just let it slip away. You weren’t surprised though, she was always reckless with her choices not caring who she hurt.
You wouldn’t do that to him, you would make sure he knew how much you wanted him. So with the opportunity all but dropped into your lap, you decided to take it. Drying your hair with the towel, you look at the items of clothing you brought. A worn grey northwestern shirt and a pair of boxers. Slipping on the worn piece of clothing you chose to forgo the boxers and bra before walking out in just his shirt.
Walking out of the bathroom you saw the clothes you had thrown on the floor were already picked up and Robby was nowhere to be found. But your confusion was stopped short when he came through the door carrying Tylenol and a glass of water. An action that had you feeling slightly guilty for being such a brat.
Wordlessly he went to hand you the two objects, and to his surprise instead of grabbing them you tilted your head back and opened your mouth. Robby knew what you wanted only hesitating for just a moment before dropping the two pills in your mouth and tipping the water glass to your lips.
You kept your eyes on his the whole time, watching how his own tracked the movement of your throat as you swallowed. Tracing the path rivulets of water took with his gaze as it dripped from the corners of your mouth. With a sharp inhale of breath through his nose he hurriedly took a step back. Seeming to realize just what you were doing.
But true to your original intentions, you weren’t about to let him go. For every step he took back you took one forward. Right up until his back hit the door and he had nowhere else to go.
“W-what do you think you’re doing? We can’t, c’mon kid you gotta stop” His voice shook just slightly in questioning, rising into mild panic when you dropped to your knees and ran your hands over his body.
“Again with the kid?” You roll your eyes while lifting his shirt up slightly and undoing the button on his bottoms. Nuzzling your face into the thick patch of dark hair that trailed his soft stomach, “relax dad, moms not here anymore and I am not a child”
Pressing featherlight kisses to his now exposed skin, you watched as the bulge at the front of his underwear grew and jump at the name you used once more. Running your nose over the coarse hair, you took a deep inhale before pulling his boxers down. His heavy cock bobbed up when released from the fabric. You paused for just a moment as you studied him. He was bigger than you imagined, his flushed and angry tip was trailed by a large vein that disappeared into dense and unruly curls at his base
“So fucking big dad” Tucking the band behind his balls you wrapped your hand around him while looking up at his face.
Pressing a kiss to his cock, Robby hisses at the sensation clenching his fists to stop himself from pushing you down further. He was almost refusing to look at you, not allowing himself to give in. So you lifted his cock up, making room for you to take his balls into your mouth. Suckling the smooth skin and rolling them around with your tongue.
“Oh fuck, please” you weren’t sure what he was begging for, but you knew he was finally breaking.
Releasing his balls you dragged your tongue, broad and flat, from base to tip in one smooth motion. Running your tongue under the ridge of his cockhead, watching a shudder flow through his body.
“Did mommy ever touch you like this?” You ask wile collecting his leaking precum and spreading it over his length as he shakes his head, “no, I didn’t think so, she never took care of you like I will. I can take it, I’m a big girl now, remember?”
He opened his mouth to reply, whatever thoughts he had quickly dissipated as you finally took him into your mouth. Taking him as far as you could manage, which to his surprise was all the way down until your nose found its way tucked into his coarse hairs once more. Robby couldn’t control how his hands flew up into your hair holding you there as your throat tightened around him when you attempted to swallow.
“Holy fuck, just like that sweetheart”
His hold loosened for you to move off and take a breath, trying his best to let you set the pace. Almost releasing your hair all the way before you moved his hand back into your hair, silently giving him permission to use you.
With both hands now rested against the back of your head he started off slow and shallow. But when your hands that rested on his legs pulled him forward in a jerking motion, he understood what you were telling him. It didn’t take him long to build confidence. Hitting the back of your throat with each thrust, drool leaking from the corners of your mouth.
One of your own hands let go of his legs and came to your throbbing clit. Rubbing tight circles as your cunt clenched around nothing. Moans vibrated from your mouth and onto his throbbing cock pushing Robby close to the edge. He quickly yanked your mouth off with a curse. A small whine left your own mouth from the absence. You went to complain but his hands scooped you from under your armpits and threw you onto the bed.
“Shit sweetheart, you trying to get yourself off while sucking dad’s cock?”
He stepped out of his pants and threw his shirt to the other side of the room, you doing the same with your own. Gripping the back of your thighs Robby lifts your bottom off the bed with a renewed fervor he didn’t have before. A moment passed of Robby just taking in the sight of your glistening cunt before leaning forward and sucking your clit into his mouth with deadly accuracy.
“Oh fuck Robby! Just like that !” A cry sounded around the room as he pulled off and gave a stinging slap to your puffy cunt.
“Don’t call me Robby, not now, not after you’ve been playing out your little fantasy this whole time”
“M’sorry, p-please don’t stop!”
“Then what do we say sweetheart?” Robby caressed the back of your thighs with his hands as he waited for your answer.
“I-I’m sorry dad”
You watched with wide eyes as he smirked in approval before spitting onto your clit. Taking two fingers to spread it around, and plunging those same fingers into your entrance with no warning. The absurd squelching noise that came from where he shoved his fingers into you made your cheeks bright red.
“All this for me?” Robby’s words were followed by the crook of his fingers, as he watched your cunt greedily swallow his fingers “such a dirty girl, practically begging her dad to fuck her. What would your momma say if she could see you now?”
You shook your head playing into the idea of getting caught, Robby chuckled watching you. Leaning forward he placed his mouth on your clit once more. His beard adding a delicious friction to your already sensitive skin. The combination of his movements had your impending orgasm building at lightning speed. He was hitting a spot you could never reach yourself, over and over again.
With your toes curled and hands twisted into the sheets, an unfamiliar feeling followed the tight flutter of your walls. You didn’t think much of it assuming it was because you hadn’t been with someone in a while. But by the squirm of your body, Robby knew exactly what was happening. Doubling down in his efforts he was the only one not surprised by the rush of fluid that coated his tongue and beard when your orgasm finally took over.
You on the other hand had no idea what just happened. At the first release of your peak, pleasure had completely overtaken your senses and ability to process your surroundings. So when you felt an obscene amount of wetness soak your thighs, all you could do was let out the most pornographic moan you had ever made. Mouth babbling nonsense as Robby kept fingering you. Not stopping until he felt your cunt relax around his hand.
Slipping his fingers out he set them into his mouth and licked them clean, savoring the taste. You however, were already halfway fucked dumb laying silent on the bed in an attempt to catch your breath. But before you could fully get comfortable Robby gripped your hips and flipped you onto your front. Arching your back as he manipulated your knees under you. Feeling his fingers trace your sensitive and overstimulated flesh your body tried to pull away.
“Ah ah ah, you’re the one who wanted to be treated like a big girl, but after only one orgasm you’re already falling asleep?” he chastised your behavior as you struggled to keep your eyes open, “gotta stay awake if you’re going to prove you can take it”
“Please d-dad, I-I can d-do it” your words were hiccuped and sluggish as they left your lips.
“Then take a nice big breath for me sweetheart”
Notching his cock at your cunt, as soon as he heard your lungs fill with air Robby pushed the entirety of his length into you. Smirking at the sound of that same air leaving your lungs at the impact. You had never felt so full before. He was bigger than any other partner you’ve had and you were struggling to hold onto your sanity.
Robby, noticing your intense focus, pulled back until only his tip rested inside you. Letting you catch a false sense of security before thrusting his cock back into you. Doing this a handful of times before creating a consistent deep and brutal pace.
“Feel so fucking good baby,” the new endearment slipped from his lips, “so much better than your mom, taking me better than she ever could”
Your cunt clenched at his words, choking his cock as he bullied it through your walls. His thick cockhead pressing against your cervix with each thrust, almost painfully so. But you were determined to show him that you could handle it. Robby knowing just how much you wanted to prove yourself pushed just a little harder than normal.
With one hand at your hip and the other pressing between your shoulder blades, he created a deep arch in your spine. Your noises were muffled by the mattress with every thrust, but just when you were starting to get comfortable in this position Robby once again effortlessly maneuvered your body. This time ending up on your back once more, but this time with both legs hooked over his shoulders.
Barely getting a breath in before sinking himself into your heat. This new position had you swearing that you felt him in your stomach. Low moans clawed their way up your throat as words were unable to form under the sheer pleasure that filled your body. Each snap of his hips sent a lewd reverberating smack throughout the room as his balls hit your bottom
“Would you look at that, poor thing can barely fit me but you’re doing so well sweetheart” his tone was slathered in honey but still slightly condescending.
You didn’t understand what he meant until he set a hand at your lower stomach, as he pressed down just slightly there was an increase in the pressure you felt as he fucked up into you. Peeking your eyes open you saw what he was so mesmerized with. A fairly prominent bulge was puffing up in your lower stomach with every single movement.
Throwing your head back, you reached a hand down placing it on top of his. A moment later you felt his pace pause just a moment and the stretch of your thighs pulled as he leaned over for just a moment. Eyes screwing shut while his cock pressed against the deepest part it could reach as you heard him grab something. You didn't think much of it before he resumed his movements, restarting at a rougher pace.
“Tell me how good you feel right now” Robby’s voice rattled around your otherwise empty brain.
“S’good, feels s’good”
“Now tell me, fuck, whose the only one who can touch you like this from now on”
“Y-you dad, o-only you” the clench of your cunt began building as your second orgasm crept up. Robby angling his hips to bullying that one spot he knew would have you waking the neighbors.
“That’s right baby, and your gonna let dad fuck a baby into you aren’t you? Give your momma a grandkid with her ex”
A resounding ‘yes please’ came in a high pitched mewl, as his words were paired with the start of a thumb circling your clit at the same pace his cock was moving.
“Open your eyes and say it to the camera baby”
Your eyes flew open watching how he moved the phone from where it had been recording the slick movements of his cock up to your face. That was the exact moment that your body decided to tip over the edge. Seizing up every single moral you could’ve possibly held onto and threw it out the window.
“Yes please, I want dad to give me a baby so bad!” Your sentence was spoken straight to the camera as he zoomed in.
He held it there for just one moment before setting it to the side while still recording. Grabbing your hips with both hands he brought your hips back to meet his thrusts. Your mouth hung open in a silent ‘o’ as his motions prolonged your orgasm. You were on the verge of tears when he finally let out a graveled grunt.
“Fuck baby! That’s it keep squeezing just like that ” he pressed forward bending you in half before seizing your lips with his for the first time that night. You felt the white hot ropes of his cum coat your walls as he lets out his own noises, letting them get swallowed up in your kiss.
Pressing himself deep as his hips continued with shallow thrusts, lips never leaving yours. Swiping his at the seam of your mouth you opened up, tasting the slight tang left over from yourself on his tongue. It was a long time before either of you came up for air. And an even longer time before he shut off the recording and went to grab a warm damp cloth from the bathroom.
After cleaning the both of you up, Robby settled in beside you promising to talk more in the morning about what this means. He made mention of how he didn’t deserve you, how it was wrong for him to do this and he should be the better example. Shushing his doubts, you told him that no one would have to know. The two of you fell asleep not long after that.
However, you had woken up at around 3am to the sound of soft snores leaving Robby's lips and the low volume of the tv in the living room. Getting an idea you sat up you searched for his phone. Unlocking it you saw how the old man didn’t have a lock on it, so you didn’t feel bad when you rifled through his photos and sent yourself the video he took.
After another moment of holding his phone you decided to send that video to a contact he still had in his phone but hadn’t messaged in years. You typed in your mothers name before hitting send. Waiting until the message said read and three little dots appeared before you hit block and delete. Setting it over on the bedside table, you silenced your own ringing cell before tucking yourself back into his side and falling back asleep.
wait so does jack know that cougar is married or no?
icymi
okay okay i’ve been thinking about this and im gonna say no.
like i just think that the idea of readers marriage starting to crumble a little bit right around the time the cute new intern starts is just soooo fun (cliche for a reason)
he’s handsome and he’s got those pretty red curls and those cute freckles and that adorable crooked grin (plus he looks at you like you hung the moon and everyone needs an ego boost some time)
but she’s never worn her ring at work and she never mentions her husband but she does talk about her two kids all the time - hell the one time the nanny had to drop them off at the ED because of a family emergency him and ended up being the ones keeping an eye on them.
there’s no pictures of him in her locker, her phone lock screen is just the kids so he thinks dad either walked out or died and he’s ready to help her forget that pain.
on the other hand, reader fully thinks he knows because she’s not hiding her husband or anything. anyone else whose been working in the ed longer than jacks been there knows so she thinks he just wants to live out a fantasy and bag an older woman.
little does she know jack’s been planning their first proper date since he first brought you coffee
