Simon Riley’s never thought that before—until they’re barreling down his driveway, barking up a storm at you. A pretty thing in the neighborhood, pushing a stroller.
He follows after his stubborn German Shepherds, gruffly ordering them to heel. They won’t hurt you, of course, but you don’t know that. He braces himself for the screams when he rounds the mailbox. A terrified mother and her child, chased by three trained-to-kill dogs and a masked man—
Laughter stops him in his tracks.
Cap, Kilo, and Mac are planted on their asses, tails wagging, tongues hanging out. Your toddler’s giggling so hard she’s nearly tippin’ out of her seat as she yanks on Mac’s ear, earning a face full of slobber for it.
And you—you’re bent over, one hand holding Cap’s paw, the other scratching behind Kilo’s ears.
“Cute pups,” you say.
Cute...what?
You look up at him, past his mask and into his eyes. He freezes. But you just smile.
“You military?”
He ends up not replying, because the setting sun catches in your eyes and his brain is temporarily short-circuited. You’re not deterred, however, your chin tilting to the gun holstered at his hip.
“My husband was, too.” Your gaze drops to the paw in your hand. “He did an op down in Coal Ridge last year.”
You don’t have to say anything else. Everyone knows what went down in the ridge.
Ghost tries to find something—anything—to say. Condolences would be a start. But nothing he thinks of is good enough, or sounds right in his head. So he just stands there, looming over you, watching you pet his assassin dogs.
And then—it hits him in the chest like a bullet.
You’re all alone in that house at the end of the street with your little girl.
Something rears its head under his ribs. A protective urge so strong it’s almost staggering.
“Well,” you sigh, straightening and offering him a playful, cute little salute. “Have a good one.” Your eyes flick to the insignia on his sleeve. “Lieutenant.”
As you stroll away into the setting sun, Simon watches you go, and the ‘cute pups’ whine at his feet as you leave.
And suddenly, three guard dogs don't seem like enough after all.
I wrote this for a lovely anon, I hope you like it!
It is a Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x gn!spouse!reader imagine.
Thank you @the-makingsofgreatness for proofreading!
Warnings: this is… slightly smutty? Alluding to smut?
“As you guys might already know, my husband's in the Navy and loves running”, you started your video, propping your phone up in its stand to prepare your latest tiktok.
You loved your job as an influencer, and Bradley loved that you loved it.
“But what you might not yet know about Bradley is that he's a huge foodie. So we're going to go out for a nice spring picnic and combine two of my favorite things: food and play fighting! Let's see how Brad reacts”, you went on smiling before you stopped the video.
The next step was to get the food and Bradley and move things to the next park.
Influencing hadn't originally been your plan growing up but with your smile and radiance it came entirely natural to you.
While you did most of your videos yourself, your husband was a common guest on them, kindly appearing whenever you asked him to.
The life of an influencer wasn't entirely what Bradley wanted but he loved you and didn't mind the ordeal, as he’d sometimes lovingly call it.
You had followed several trends, your favorite being the challenge of you speed reading while Bradley was running, but you were always excited to try something new.
With strawberries, a bar of chocolate and a cute picnic blanket in the car you made your way to the nearest park.
There you once again prepared your phone for another video while Bradley watched you carefully.
A small smile played around his lips as he watched you work, because he loved how giddy it made you.
“As I said before, my husband loves to eat, and what’s better than chocolate and strawberries?”, you said as you pulled the strawberries and chocolate bar out of your picnic basket.
Luckily, the day was a wonderfully sunny one, so the chocolate got enough sun to melt.
While you waited you spun Bradley into a private conversation which would be kept private in the editing process of the video.
When you finally decided it was time you went to open the chocolate, happy with the result.
Taking a strawberry you dipped it in the chocolate, making eye contact with your love.
A smug grin danced around your lips as you lifted the food to his lips, pretending to feed him.
Bradley’s eyes were on you and you chuckled, mouthing an “I love you, I’m so sorry” as you pointedly smeared the chocolate on the tip of his nose.
A laugh escaped you at Bradley’s irritated expression, but he was quick to respond.
His confusion changed to mischief, which sent a rush of excitement through you.
A broad grin appeared on his face as he used his tongue to lick the chocolate off of the tip of his nose while his fingers travelled to the melted chocolate.
His pointer and middle finger dipped into the gooey liquid and he raised his hand to your face, shocking you as he smeared it across your face.
He used his fingers to smear the chocolate on both corners of your mouth and the tip of your nose before they stopped at your lips, a daunting gleam on his eyes.
This was far too explicit for your tiktok but you let the camera roll as your lips wrapped around his fingers, sucking the chocolate off of them with a similar mischievous look as Bradley had on.
You were lucky that there was no one in close proximity but you wouldn’t have minded either, as Bradley took the clean fingers away to kiss you.
He started by licking the chocolate off your corners of the mouth and the tip of your nose and ended it as a locking of lips that you were more than grateful for.
You were taken aback by Bradley’s eagerness and fully wrapped up in it but when he deepened the kiss you felt like things were going too far, so you snatched up a strawberry, pulled back a little and stuffed it into Bradley’s mouth.
He was dumbfounded and you laughed a little as he ate it, still staying leaned forward in your personal space.
A smile was covering his lips as well as a tiny bit of juice from the strawberry and you gave them a peck to clean them.
“You’re not gonna post that, are you?”, he asked, and you shook your head with a chuckle.
“Good. It’s a little too explicit for tiktok”, he said and you raised an eyebrow, knowing that the platform wasn’t all too familiar to him.
Bradley mistook the gesture and he chuckled, leaning back again.
“I’d make explicit videos with you too, sugar. All you need to do is ask”, he said, and your mouth fell open in surprise.
A hospital gala is the last place you want to be on your single night off this week. Unfortunately, it’s mandatory. Fortunately, it comes with a free hotel room - and a secret relationship with your attending that no one else in the ER knows about.
warnings: established relationship, implied unspecified age gap (r4!reader), unprotected pinv, fingering, oral (m receiving), dirty text messages kinda? implied bi reader but it's not a plot point, w/c: 3k
Robby. 18:24.
You know, we could just tell them.
It's not like we're doing anything wrong. Two consenting adults, and all that.
We'd be the talk of the Pitt for a couple of days and then they'd get over it.
You. 18:26.
Nice try. That really how you want to spend your night? Answering questions from Trin about when we started fucking?
+ you're conveniently forgetting that one of these adults is the direct superior of the other
Robby. 18:26.
You'll be an attending by the end of the year. I see no sign of wrong-doing (unless you count all the on-call room incidents, which we don't need to mention (unless you'd like to boast of course))
You. 18:27
You're such a dork
Send me a picture of you in your suit :)
Robby. 18:29.
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You. 18:30.
I'm going to be competing with the every woman in that room for your attention tonight :(
Green is definitely your colour. You should wear it more often
Robby. 18:30.
You're the only one who ever gets my attention
Could wear it to your sister's wedding?
You. 18:30.
If you want me jumping you in front of my whole family, sure
Robby. 18:32.
Your turn, sweetheart
It's only fair
You. 18:35.
Patience is a virtue, Dr Robinavitch - you'll see me soon x
Robby. 18:36.
Minx.
"Jesus Christ, your phone is blowing up," Trinity comments, eyeing you suspiciously as she applies her eyeliner. "Who the hell are you texting?"
"She was smiling like an idiot at it, too," Samira chimes in.
"Are you seeing someone?" Trinity gasps, and suddenly both of their attention is zeroed in on you.
"What? No!" The words escape before your brain can catch up, entirely unconvincing. "I was just texting some friends from high school."
"Hm," is the only reply you get, before they both turn back to their finishing touches. You'd all ended up getting ready together in Samira's hotel room, having shopped for your dresses together. As an R4, you've spent most of your training with Samira, and have become close with Trinity since she started.
You love them both, though you do wish they were a little better at minding their own business.
You're still not even sure why you all ended up at this thing. The Pitt had been the runner up for the Pennsylvania Medical Awards this year, which meant that ten staff members got to come to the ceremony. Other than Robby, no one else was guaranteed a slot, so spots were drawn, with the losers having to clock on for shifts tonight.
You can't tell if it's fortuitous or not that you and Robby are both here.
Sure, you've spent almost the entirety of your relationship in scrubs or pyjamas, or nothing at all, but a gala feels like a scary step towards the inevitable. Everyone's going to find out about you and Robby eventually, if this thing that you're doing has any longevity to it, but that doesn't mean you're quite ready for it yet.
He's great. The relationship is great. As close to perfect as you think two people can be for each other.
But maybe letting other people in will ruin what you've both spent so long building alone.
"Well," Trinity continues. "If you aren't seeing someone, I think you should try and get laid tonight."
You snort. "Yeah, right. By who?"
"Well, let's think. Yolanda's off the table, as you know. Dana's married, so she's off the table. Probably. Abbot'll be too busy eye-fucking Samira to notice you-"
Samira frowns. "Hey!"
"Langdon's also married, but I think that would be less of an issue with him. Baran's too uptight for you. Ellis is a shout - hot and competent. Really got to be her or Rabbit Bitch. Just depends on what vibe you feel tonight."
You're very grateful that neither of them can see your expression right now. "Robby's my boss."
"And? That's never stopped anybody. Besides - we already know he's willing to fuck medical students. An R4 wouldn't even register as an issue. Good to see that you jumped straight to him, though. Preference noted."
You let out a low groan. "Please stop trying to set me up with co-workers."
"Alright, alright," Trinity concedes. "But you've gotta put yourself out there tonight. Find a hot surgeon from County or something."
*****
You. 18:53.
Just forewarning you, Trinity may be trying to set me up with Ellis tonight
Robby. 18:53.
What??
You. 18:54.
Love you! Just heading down now
Your stomach flips nervously as you head for the ballroom. In all the years you've known Robby, you've never seen him in anything fancier than a button-down.
Thankfully, the noise of the gala is enough to drown out the quietest of sounds. While hugs are being exchanged, Robby's lips brush your ear ever so slightly as he whispers, "You look beautiful."
"You don't look so bad yourself," You murmur, fighting to keep the smile from your face as his eyes flit down towards the V-neck of your dress.
You turn to greet the others, ignoring all looks tossed from Trinity and Samira when Ellis compliments your dress. As you're all heading to your table, your phone buzzes. Pulling it out, you immediately shut the screen off when you see what the message says.
Robby. 19:09.
Can't wait to take that off of you later.
"Everything okay?" Dana frowns.
"Mhm, fine!" You squeak, flashing her what you hope is a believable smile before finding your seat, right next to Robby.
You wonder if he had anything to do with that.
He pours you a glass of wine, and you down it immediately. You're going to need more where that came from to get through tonight. Stupid PTMC and their awards. Stupid Michael Robinavitch and that green suit that makes you a little dizzy, especially when you think about how broad his shoulders look, and how much you want to f-
Your thoughts are cut off by Robby's hand settling on your thigh, just out of sight under the tablecloth. You shoot him a look, but he's not even paying attention, talking intently to Jack instead.
Fine.
Two can play at that game.
Pulling out your phone, you send off a quick text.
You. 19:37.
I'm wearing the red set you got me for Valentine's Day. You can see it from where you're sitting, if you look down
Would be such a shame to let all that effort go to waste for a gala you don't even want to be at...
It's your turn to act coy, as you strike up a conversation with Samira about her latest research project.
In your periphery, you can see Robby check his phone mid-sip, before choking a little on the wine. When you turn to him, his eyes are fixed firmly to your chest. More specifically, on the little bit of red lace that peaks out only if you're looking at your tits from the side.
"Everything okay?" You smile sweetly.
"Why wouldn't it be?" Despite the nonchalance in his tone, you can see a blush starting to creep up his neck, and grin.
"I don't know. You seem a little flustered. Is the wine not good?"
"S'plenty good," He assures you.
"Must be the company then. Sorry to disappoint."
He eyes you over his wine glass. "You can make it up to me later."
Under the table, his hand creeps a little higher.
*****
You think you might be about to burst. Hours of socialising, and there's still no end in sight. You lost track of Robby about half an hour ago, and haven't been able to locate him since.
Currently, you're trying to figure out how to escape a trauma surgeon from Philadelphia without being too rude.
The ache between your legs has only grown worse since dinner - not helped at all by Robby catching you around the waist when you'd tripped.
You. 23:58.
I'm sooooooo over this
Bathroom. Five minutes.
Robby. 23:59.
It's only stalls and the door doesn't lock
You. 00:01.
I can be quiet if you can.
Robby. 00:03.
No you can't.
Unfortunately, he's right. As he usually is. Whenever the two of you hook up in the hospital, there's always a hand clamped firmly over your mouth, allowing you to whimper freely.
You. 00:03.
Can't believe you aren't going to fuck me, when I got dressed up all pretty for you :(
Robby. 00:04.
Now hang on. I didn't say that. I'd just rather we get through tonight without being added to the sex offender list
You. 00:06.
You're no fun. I don't offer just anybody a bathroom blowjob - you've gotta be really special for those privileges
Robby. 00:10.
Jesus, kid. Dana almost saw that message. Can't be saying stuff like that
You smile to yourself, having finally managed to disentangle yourself from everyone else. This is almost too easy.
You. 00:11.
So you don't want to hear about how handsome you look in that suit?
How I've been thinking about you fucking me in it all night
How I don't actually care if anyone sees us anymore
Robby. 00:12.
Where are you?
You. 00:13.
Thought you were busy?
Robby. 00:13.
Can't exactly talk business when I'm sporting a semi, honey
You. 00:14.
Must be tough.
My condolences to you and your penis
You're waiting for him to reply when a figure appears at your back, a hand wrapping around your wrist. Your initial reaction is shock, twisting to face your assailant.
Surprise dances across your face when you end up face-to-face with Robby. "How-"
"Your location was on," He replies. "You're not as slick as you think you are."
"Actually, I think if you check the right places, you'll find I'm actually very slick right now-"
That's all it takes to tip Robby over the edge. His grip on you tightens exponentially, as he ushers you out of the ballroom.
*****
After making him come in the doorway, he returns the favour in the shower.
You'd barely made it back to the room, before you were sinking to your knees to palm at his cock through his trousers. Even after all these months, the sheer size of him is enough to make your legs tremble.
Pressing kisses along his shaft, you take as much of him as you can, tears streaming down your cheeks as his hand fists in your hair.
"God, baby, you're so perfect like this-"
You pull back just slightly, resting your head against his thigh. "Could've had it forty minutes ago when I offered-"
"If I ever turn that down again, you have permission to shoot me."
When you gag around him, he comes almost immediately, only just keeping enough restraint to paint your chest white.
The shower sex is been slightly slower paced, but still filled with an urgency, your hands bracing the wall as Robby thrusts into you from behind, lips pressed sloppily to your shoulder. "My perfect girl-"
You hope the water running drowns out the sounds of your moans.
You're in the middle of round three, straddling Robby as he presses kisses to your chest, hands on your back as he guides your movements.
His hips buck up to meet yours, and you swear you see stars for a second.
It's lazier this time, and exceptionally more intimate. The doorway blowjob had been quick and dirty, and the shower sex too. This is purely about being as close to Robby as possible.
Thank god for viagra.
"We should go to stuffy- ah- stuffy galas more often," You manage, eyes squeezing shut with the effort to remain present. Not to float above yourself, the way you have the tendency to do after a couple of orgasms.
His breaths come in short huffs as he sucks deep bruises across your breasts. "Anything that ends up with this is alright with me, honey."
His hand slips between you both, thumb rubbing at your clit while you continue to rock against him.
"Shit, Michael, that feels s'good-"
*****
Anticipating only needing one hotel room, Robby left his bag in yours when you checked in yesterday. Initially, you'd both figured it was a better idea to stay in Robby's room. Samira and Trinity aren't going to come knocking there, and Jack's far more likely to mind his own business.
That idea had been quickly put to rest when he'd discovered that his room was between Dana and Trinity's. Just his luck, to be beside two of the biggest gossips in the department.
Yours is next to Frank, a notoriously heavy sleeper who often has to be sprayed with water to be woken up when he's on call. Definitely the safer bet of the two.
"F-fuck, Michael-"
The last thing you want is for anybody to have overheard last night.
When you come to, Robby's already awake, book in one hand, while the other is draped around your shoulders. "Morning."
"Morning," You rasp, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. At the last second he turns, catching your mouth.
It's embarrassing how quickly he can get you worked up. A couple of minutes of kissing, and you find yourself pushing your hips up against him, desperate for some kind of friction.
Ever the obliging boyfriend, his fingers glide through your folds, gathering all the slick that's gathered, before he pushes one inside. "All that last night, and you're still not done, huh? Must not be doing something right."
On the contrary, he's doing everything too right. Michael Robinavitch could spend the rest of his life between your legs and you'd always want more.
"Tell me what you want, baby-" He groans low in your ear, eliciting more whimpers.
"Need your fingers," You whine, peppering kisses across his jaw to try and ground yourself. It doesn't work.
You're almost at another orgasm when a sharp knock sounds at your door.
Freezing, you look at each other in a panic.
"Who is it?" You call, praying it's room service.
"Samira! I need to talk to you."
"Shit," You curse. "You've gotta hide."
Robby gets up without protest, and you usher him into the bathroom and slam the door behind him.
Without thinking, you grab the nearest t-shirt, and try to flatten your hair in the mirror, before opening the door.
However you look, Samira doesn't give it a second thought as she pushes past you to flop onto your bed. Eyes widening, you can't think of a single excuse to get her out of here. You just have to hope she doesn't notice the duffel bag by the desk that's definitely not yours, or the tie that's poking out from the bottom of the wardrobe.
"I hate Jack Abbot," She announces. "I can't read him at all."
Trying your best to muster up as much sympathy as you can when you had Robby knuckles-deep inside you a moment ago, you take a seat beside her.
"Why don't you just talk to him? He's a mature guy, 'Mira. He's not going to freak out if you ask him for coffee."
"What if it's friendly? And I'm massively overshooting?"
You shoot her a look. "I've never seen two people eye-fuck as much as you two do. You need to grow up and get to the actual fucking."
"Did you see how good he looked last night?"
Truthfully, you hadn't noticed. Not that that's a dig at Jack. You hadn't really noticed anyone outside of Robby.
"Not as good as you. He'd be a very lucky man."
"Shut up. But we talked all night, even after you'd gone to bed. Fully until 3am..." She trails off, frowning. "Wai- why are you wearing a UPenn shirt?"
Shit. You'd forgotten about that. You hadn't even realised you'd grabbed Robby's shirt until just now. A proud Columbia graduate, you'd never wear another college's merch. Samira knows that.
"Uh, I got it at a thrift store-"
"You liar!" She gasps, leaping to her feet. "Oh my god, you fucked someone last night!"
"Will you keep your voice down?" You urge, glancing nervously at the bathroom door. Wrong move. Samira tracks your movements, and her eyes widen.
"They're still here?"
Letting out a heavy sigh, you let yourself drop onto the bed. "You have to promise not to say anything 'Mira. Really. Not even Trin. Not yet."
Samira just nods, brow furrowed in confusion.
"You can come out-"
The door to the bathroom swings open, and Robby appears, looking sheepish. Thanks to you currently being in his t-shirt, he's shirtless, and immediately moves to grab his dress shirt from last night. "Doctor Mohan."
There's a moment of silence as Samira looks between you both, her jaw dropped. "Holy shit," She finally murmurs.
"It's uh... actually not new, either. We've been seeing each other for six months."
Might as well get the whole truth out there, while you're feeling honest.
"What? Is it like... serious?"
You glance at Robby, letting him take this one. "Yeah. I'd say it's serious."
"I cannot believe you managed to keep that hidden from everyone. Does Jack know?"
"Probably. He's too busy with his own... preoccupations, to really notice my love life though," Robby replies, arching an eyebrow while Samira blushes.
"I- so you heard that?"
"Every word."
"Sorry for saying I wanted to fuck your best friend."
"I fucked yours, so I'd be a bit of a hypocrite if I had a problem with that."
At this, Samira laughs. "God, this is weird. Not you two! Though- I mean, it is weird, my best friend and my boss, but like- you know what I mean-"
"You know," Robby muses. "I actually think Jack was going to head down for breakfast right about now. Maybe you could catch him, have a chat about last night with the man himself."
"You think that's a good idea?"
"I mean, look how it worked out for me," You shrug, as Robby lets his hand rest on your shoulder.
She thinks for a second, before nodding. "Yeah, okay. Thanks, guys. And sorry for interrupting."
With that, she's gone, and Robby drops onto the bed beside you. "So, not exactly how we wanted the news to get out."
You rest your head against his shoulder. "It was bound to happen eventually."
"What do you want to bet she's told Santos already?"
@beebymoonlight more about ghost and his high maintenance girl.
he thinks it's so funny that she won't kiss him in public (they both know it's because he'll smear her lipstick all over that pretty face) so he'll prod her about it the entire time they're out.
"wot, don't wanna kiss my 'andsome mug?" constantly. she cannot catch a break. he will stop random passersby and tell them "thinks i'm ugly" and they'll go "no.... no... surely not" only for him to tug up his mask and stick his tongue through the gashing scar that cuts over his lips. it's the funniest thing in the world to him.
people look at his girl with absolute horror while she attempts to look like she isn't associated with him.
UNTIL they get to the nail salon and she immediately holds out her hand for his card. now suddenly it's all sweetness and trying to kiss ghost's cheek without him rubbing his mask all over her lips. anyone would think that she was using him for his money, but it's ghost that gets twitchy when her last set gets too grown out. what? she doesn't wanna look nice for him?
he will never pull this tier of hottie again, he's gotta contribute to the upkeep, y'know?
Ghosts heart practically falls through his stomach when you say it.
You've just gotten home, uncharacteristically quiet as you pad about the house. Ghost idly listens, wondering if your day was rough, when you call out from the living room "simon? Uh...how do you feel about being a dad?"
A loud bang from upstairs, followed by a crash and thumping feet as ghost no doubt runs into a wall in his dash to get down the stairs.
"Love, what the fuck–" he's in the middle of yelling, face one of pure horror.
Instead of a pregnancy test in your hands, you hold a tiny kitten, drenched in mud and shivering in your arms. You look at simon, your dear husband in everything but law, and beg "please, si? It doesn't have a family! We could raise it!"
Ghost, who momentarily cycled through every stage of panic known to man, clutches a hand over his chest and leans against the wall as though he ran a marathon. Finally, weakly, he forced out "...yeah. yeah, dove, we can do that. Just...lead with the cat next time."
"Thank you!!" You crowd him into a hug, little kitten meowing between you so you can pepper ghosts face with kisses.
You end up naming the wee thing Casper, and ghost pointedly tries not to mention the weird hopeful feeling he had for a moment when he first heard the word 'dad'.
Gaz will give you a choice for how to start the new year.
do you want to cum, for the first time ever in your life, on his tongue or on his cock? he's fine with either one, he just wants you to start the new year with a bang.
he's secretly thrilled that you choose his cock. but first spends the a good amount of time edging you with his tongue, rolling your swollen clit and sucking on it till you beg for him to just put you out of your misery.
he doesn't. he's too cautious not to let you cum in his mouth because he relishes the fact that he gets to spend the last few moments ending the year with his cock nestled inside your virgin cunt.
and he times it just right for both of you. does a whole countdown while watching the alarm clock. counts the seconds from 23:59 and hastens his pace to have you both panting and clinging for dear life with your foreheads pressed against and with him swallowing your choked whimpers in his mouth.
and when the whole neighbourhood celebrates outside at midnight, you both hear them shouting "five, four, three, two—"
his cock slides in deeper than ever and touches that spot you didn't know existed while he rubs your clit. your eyes roll back, his name spilling from your tongue and yours on his as you both cum together when the fireworks start to pop outside at midnight.
"happy new year, love." he whispers into your mouth.
"come home to me, okay?"
"always," steve promises.
in between saving will, then hawkins, then somehow the world, you fall in love with steve harrington.
PAIRINGS: steve harrington x henderson!reader, slight jonathan byers x reader
CONTAINS: fem!reader, slow burn, slight enemies to lovers (reader more just pities steve), cursing, miscommunication, unrequited love, angst, protective older sister chaos, violence in the later seasons.
and dare I say THE BEST stranger things rewrite in the history of rewrite history!
absolutely in love with the character (bug), her plot line, her dynamic with the characters (especially Jonathan, Steve and Dustin) and her + steve slowburn love story (my absolute fav).
if any of you guys are looking for a good stranger things fanfic, I HIGHLY recommend reading this beautiful story!! cannot wait to see what season five has in store for bug!!
I’m sorry but all these plot holes in Stranger Things 5 were insane. They said the finale would answer all the questions but not only did it barely answer anything, it just created dozens more
Also RIP to all those pregnant women in the lab who were literally blown up
