Hey everyone, I’m Matt! I’m a Brazilian 🇧🇷 writer in love with DC/Marvel/ The Pitt /Invencible universes! I also enjoy writing most Male Character X Male Reader/ Male OC I Decided to join Tumblr recently, so please be patient lol Find me in Wattpad under @winterMatt and check some of my work!
Synopsis: You and Robby had history, lots of it. A failed marriage, mutual coworkers and patients, even a dog with shared custody. It was a directive strictly followed by nurses, not to call you down there, even if they needed a consult with your department, so when the new nurse, Emma, calls you down to the Pitt, something might be ready to resurface.
Warnings: Divorce, heated arguments, medical jargon, skin conditions.
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Your eyes. Robby could never forget them. No matter how messy the divorce was, how many nights he stayed up arguing with you, how insufferable coexisting was, he would find himself daydreaming about your eyes. The way the sun highlighted their natural color, how sharp and thick your eyelashes were, and how you could take him apart with a simple glimpse of those damn eyes.
It was an unspoken rule at the Pitt that no one called the Dermatology department. If it were extremely necessary, the patient would be transferred upstairs, but calling derm was out of the question. Of course, the new nurse, Emma, wasn't debriefed about it, so when Doctor Al-Hashimi told her to get Dr. Robinavitch to trauma two, the girl checked the hospital directory and called Dr. (Y/N) Robinavitch downstairs.
You kept his name after the divorce, maybe because you loved self-inflicted pain and keeping it there reminded you of him constantly, maybe because changing all of your documents was a lot of work after an already messy and long judicial divorce...maybe because deep down you hoped you two would end up together somehow.
When the floor nurse knocked on your door and told you were called down to the pit, you almost thought it was a joke, some sick joke. "Are you serious?" You double-checked, gladly picking up the raspberry water glass she handed you. "One hundred per cent, they called you by name, you're needed in trauma two, Dr. Al-Hashimi asked," she said, looking at the note. "Okay then," you said, sipping your water and entering the elevator.
The metallic double doors opened with a ding, and immediately, eyes were drawn towards you. The well-pressed white shirt under a dark green Ralph Lauren, paired with navy blue tailored pants and expensive Ferragamo shoes, didn't exactly help you fit in. The only things proving you were a doctor and not some spoiled nepobaby were the pristine white coat and your nametag.
You took a quick look around and walked towards the trauma room, opening the swing doors. "Hello, I'm Dr. Robinavitch." You spoke, looking at the attending doctor, two other doctors, probably residents, looked at you, confused, and Perlah gulped.
"No, you are not," She said, laughing, and Perlah seemed about to pass out. You tapped your nametag twice, where it was clearly stated 'Dr. Robinavitch'.
"I didn't know there were two of you." One of the residents, Dr. Whitaker, as it was written in his nametag, spoke, "You probably wanted Michael, right? I'm chief of dermatology, there is not much I can do about this broken leg," You said, pointing at the patient. "Perlah, you look pale. Are you okay?" You asked, suppressing a smile. Nurses kept the hospital running, but they also kept all of the gossip in check. You knew about the 'not calling you' rule through the nurses on your floor.
"Yes, Dr., I haven't eaten," She explained. "I see... well, I'll be back upstairs if you need anything, Dr. Al-Hashimi. It was a pleasure." You spoke and turned on your heels, leaving the trauma room.
When the glass door in front of you was opened, you immediately saw Robby standing across the nurses' bay looking straight ahead. Dana was by his side, Langdon, and a Mel was there. Robby's posture got immediately stiff, and that horrid, loud ringing started echoing inside both his ears. Your gaze, the way your eyes looked around the ER untill their crossed his brought back memories to both of you, but your sharp eyes were exactly how he remembered, Fierce and stubborn, just how he liked it.
"(Y/N)...?" Robby asked as you walked towards the small group. "Oh, we are back on a first-name basis, Michael?" You teased, holding his gaze, "Well, we were married." He shot back, " 'Were' as the word in evidence in that sentence." You spoke back, watching Dana smile.
"What are you doing in my ER?" He asked, running his hand over his face up to his hair, "I could ask you the same thing. Apparently, your team had trouble locating their attending. Someone called me instead of you, and here I am." You explained, "It was me, I'm sorry. I checked the directory and called him instead of you." Emma came forward confessing.
You broke the stare competition with Robby first; you always folded when it came to him. "It's okay, darling. Rookie mistake, I'm sure now it won't happen again." You conforted her, "Besides, not like he was busy up there applying Botox or whatever. There is no sunscreen convention here, so you can go back up." Robby's snarky comment felt worse than it should; you hated how you still felt some stuff about him.
"You? Talking about sunscreen? That's bold; you should wear some. We are the same age, and you are ten years older than I am." You teased, looking at a stretcher inside one of the rooms by your side. "Ouch, that's a mean case of Phytophotodermatitis," You said, forgetting the argument and walking towards the patient. "Phytophoto what?" Javadi asked.
"We are running a few tests. Are you sure that it is phytophotodermatitis?" Ogilvie, another intern, asked, "I'll pretend like I didn't just hear that from an intern." You said, walking closer to the male, "We got it covered." Robby said, getting by your side and crossing his arms over his chest. "Of course you have," you said and turned towards the patient. "Sir, would you prefer a dermatologist or an emergency specialist to take a look at those wounds?" You asked, and the patient spoke immediately, "A dermatologist, please".
"My patient now, you can go see what Dr. Al-Hashimi wants," You said. "I need five liters of cold .9 saline solution, a tub of Cetaphil or CeraVe cream, and a shot of steroids. Some morphine for the pain as well." You ordered and watched, and Javaddi and Ogilvie started working. You gave them a few tips on how to treat it, how to wash without popping the blisters, and how to manage his pain without too much morphine.
After tending to that patient, you went back to your office and resumed your consults. You gossiped a bit with the nurses on your floor, and they loved to get your perspective on how it went because the nurses from the Pitt had already started to
Laura, the nurse responsible for the dermatology front desk, stopped by your room once again with a crooked smile on her lips. "So... you think this is a joke... but you're being called down to the pitt, again..." She said, "You double checked they mean me?" You inquired, "Yeah, Dr. Robinavitch, from dermatology," Laura confirmed, "Lord have mercy." You prayed, making your way downstairs again.
Dana saw you and pointed you towards room south 5. You gave her a small nod and walked inside. Dr. Al Hashimi was there with Whitaker, Santos, Langdon, Mel, and Javadi. "Feels crowded in here," You spoke, entering the room. "Meet Thomas, a 15-year-old boy with no prior records, who lived a healthy life until the beginning of this week, and those lesions started appearing on his skin. We ran cultures and many tests, but they all came back negative. We were hoping you could help shed some light." Al-Hashimi said, and you smiled at the boy and his mother.
You felt Robby's gaze burning on your back, but you ignored him; he was standing in the hallway looking inside. You lowered your body and used your glasses to have a better look at the lesions. You didn't want to say what it was, you knew, an incurable disease with a lot of pain and care in the future. "It looks like Epidermolysis bullosa, the dystrophic type." You spoke, "Let's order a genetic panel, look specifically for the genes KRT5, KRT14, collagen XVII, COL7A1, and FERMT1. It could also be Kindler's syndrome, a more aggressive form of the disease, but let's wait for the results. In the meantime, give him steroids and antystaminics." You spoke.
The mother started crying, and you hugged her, staying inside the room for another thirty minutes, explaining everything she needed to know. When the result came positive for Kindler's syndrome, she was a bit more prepared than she was before. You arranged the kids' transfer upstairs and placed him under your chief resident's care, since he was on call.
"I'm sorry it wasn't something easier to fix." You spoke to the group of doctors who were inside the room with you. "It's not going to be easy, but with proper medication, care, correct diet, and constant visits to his doctor, he will manage it," You added, giving the group a soft smile.
"If you guys have any questions, please come upstairs to my department. We have raspberry water and collagen cookies; they sound horrible, but are awesome. People think dermatology is just about Botox and sunscreen, but the skin is the largest organ in our body. If any of you are interested in residency, our program is opening spots soon." You finished.
"Already trying to steal my doctors?" Robby said, approaching you, "I don't want them hating dermatology just because I can't be down here." You shot back, and he laughed, "And yet here you are," He added, and you rolled your eyes. "I'm not in the mood to argue, Michael. Just gave a single mother a devastating diagnosis, and putting up with your bullshit is the last of my priorities." You said, leaving him behind, opening and closing his mouth, trying to find some sarcastic comment, "Call me if you need anything, Dr. Al-Hashimi." You spoke and hopped inside the elevator.
The rest of the day was carried out the way it usually went. Weird rashes, Botox applications, moles, and skin tags that needed to be removed. When the last patient left your office, you started packing your stuff, desperate to leave. You were already tired and wanted the tub of Ben & Jerry's ice cream you had inside your freezer and some corny show, maybe cry yourself to sleep after seeing Robby twice the same day, and he still treated you like shit.
"Dr. Robinavitch," Laura screamed from her desk towards you, "I know you are off the clock, but they called you down at the pitt again. It seems to be urgent, really urgent. Dana was desperate on the phone," She said, and you gulped, "Okay. I'm on my way". The elevator was taking too long, so you took the stairs and ran down, feeling a strange tightness in your chest.
You found Dr. Al Hashimi and then Dana, both of them were standing in front of the Trauma Room, a silent "Dana? What's wrong?" You asked, catching your breath.
"Robby, he... he was run over by an ambulance outside. He passed out. I checked his file, and you were listed as an emergency contact." She blurred out the sentence, and you dropped your bag and got inside the Trauma room. Perlah tried to take you outside, but you said a simple "Don't," and she let you get closer to him.
His face was drenched in blood, with a large laceration on his forehead; both arms were also covered in scratches, his left leg was clearly broken, and he was unconscious. Jack was running the room, and when he saw you, he shared a concerned look.
"Call Schimitt for neuro, I don't care if he is not on-call, he is the best. Get Garcia and Park here, tell them I called, and they'll be here in an instant." You ordered, and Perlah gave a thumbs up, reaching for the phone on the wall. You gloved up and started palpating his ribs and limbs. "You can't treat family," Jack said, "We are divorced, we're not family anymore." You shot back and continued the exam.
Robby was bumped to the top of the CT and X-Ray line and rushed into the OR after that. You used your credentials to look at the images and his chart and felt a bit relieved when you realized it was manageable. A broken femur that had to be fixed and a brain bleed that needed draining inside the OR.
Robby was kept in the ICU for three days, and you stayed there. His colleagues would come visit him, but no family. You realized you were everything he had left, which was strange considering the way he treated you.
During the third night, you heard coughing and went to his bedside to extubate him. "I forgot how those things are horrible." He spoke, complaining about the tube and reaching for the water. You placed a straw in his dry, chapped lips and helped him with it. "Do you know what happened?" You asked, "Yeah, a blind ambulance driver backed up the vehicle on me and crushed me against a wall," Robby said, "How long was I out?" He added, "Three days." You explained, handing him his own chart. "Shit," He spoke, reading the notes and exams.
"Why are you here?" He asked, "I'm your emergency contact on file, guess you forgot to change it."
"Yeah, I had no one to put there," He confessed, and you smiled, "You are much more tolerable when you're sleeping, so I didn't mind it." You spoke.
"Why did you stay, tho? I get stopping by, but staying, it doesn't suit you," Robby said. "The fuck is that supposed to mean? You are the one who hates me." You shot back, crossing your arms over your chest.
"I... I never hated you, I couldn't hate you," Robby admitted, and you froze in place. "Bullshit, you treat me like I'm the worst thing that happened to you. I went down to your department twice today and was met with an attitude and poor behaviour. I'm not saying you should hug me and take me around for a tour, just maybe don't act like an asshole," You defended.
"I hate when you look at me like that, always did," Robby sighs, drinking more water. "You look at me with that gaze of someone who knows they are right, and the worst part is that you are. I'm sorry for being a jerk with you. But I can either treat you like shit or run to your arms, I have no middle ground." The room went silent for a while. "And you clearly don't want the second option, so..."
You interrupted him, "I kept your name, you idiot, is there something more 'I want you' than keeping your name?" You spoke back, hiding your face, "I never stopped wanting you, nor for a second. I agreed with everything because I know I'm hard to deal with. I imagined you'd be happier with someone else, Robby."
Robby scoffed, "And for some reason we've been acting like two enemies for no good reason?" Robby inquired, but he already knew the answer, "Yeah, pretty much." You added.
The room went silent again, this time a comfortable silence. Robby held your hand and you carressed the back of his hand with your thumb; somehow, this time felt like it was going to work.
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : You wake up after a late night and notice Jack outside doing his 7AM sunrise yoga—completely uninhibited and confident. Drawn in, you watch him for a while, captivated by the way he moves. Eventually, you make your presence known. Jack teases you, clearly aware of the effect he’s having. | drabble + porn without plot
You stir awake on the couch where you crashed last night after a late binge-watch session, rubbing sleep from your eyes. That's when you spot him outside—Jack, completely nude, flowing through his 7am sunrise yoga routine. You quietly slipped outside to watch closer, careful not to make any noise. You'd been watching him for the past ten minutes, mesmerized by the way his muscles rippled under his tanned skin—his broad shoulders flexing, his strong thighs tensing, his thick cock swinging heavy between his legs with each pose.
Jack transitioned into downward dog, planting his hands and feet firmly on the yoga mat spread out on the sand. His back arched perfectly, pushing his firm, round ass high into the air. You felt your own dick twitch and harden fully at the sight, blood rushing south as you stood a few feet away, stroking yourself absentmindedly. You let out a shaky breath, the view too fucking perfect to ignore. Then, unable to hold back, you whistled low and appreciative.
Jack smiled, twisting his head to glance back at you over his shoulder, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. “You gonna keep staring or actually help?” he teased, his voice husky from the exertion, before slowly straightening up into a stand. He turned to face you fully, his chest heaving, nipples hard from the cool breeze. His cock was thickening now, rising toward his abs as he eyed your erection with hunger.
“Fuck yeah, I'm helping,” you growled, closing the distance in two strides. Jack didn't waste time; he pushed you down onto your back, the woven surface cool against your skin. Straddling your hips, he gripped your throbbing cock, stroking it firmly from base to tip, thumb smearing your slick pre-cum over the swollen head. "Fuck, you're so hard already," he murmured, lining himself up. His ass hovered just above you, hole clenching in anticipation.
You grabbed his thighs, feeling the corded muscle tense. "Ride me, Jack," you growled, bucking up slightly. He chuckled low, sinking down inch by inch. His tight ring stretched around your girth, gripping like a vice as he took you deeper. "Shit, yeah... your cock fills me up perfect," he groaned, bottoming out with a satisfied hiss, his balls resting against your groin.
Jack braced his hands on your chest, nails digging in as he started to move. He lifted up slow at first, letting your shaft drag against his inner walls, then slammed back down, the slap of skin echoing over the waves. His own dick bounced with each thrust, leaking steadily onto your stomach.
“Been waiting for you to man up,” he murmured, tilting his head for a deep kiss. Your tongues tangled hot and wet, tasting salt from his skin. "Harder," he demanded, picking up pace, rolling his hips in circles that made his hole milk you relentlessly. "Gonna make me cum all over you." you panted, one hand fisting his cock, jerking in time with his bounces.
"Do it. Fill my hole," he ordered, voice breaking as his body shuddered. Hot spurts of cum shot from his tip, painting ropes across your chest and neck. The sight and clench of his orgasm pushed you over—your cock pulsed deep inside him, flooding his guts with thick loads of seed. Jack ground down, riding out every spurt, milking you dry until you both collapsed, his weight pinning you in sweaty bliss.
Jack leaned down, capturing your lips in a messy kiss, tongue thrusting like his ass had. "Best yoga ever," he whispered against your mouth, cum still oozing between your joined bodies.
A/N: Some of these are really old, so don´t mind the bad writing 😄😄😄 Also, I´ve gotten more into the groove of "active" writing, so hopefully there will be more stories/chapters fairly soon (but don`t hold your breath 😄)
Summary: You accidentally slice your thumb open with a cat food can lid. Well, atleast now you get to visit your husband, while he's at work. Oh, and meet his coworkers for the first time ever. Oops.
Warnings: Blood, cut on thumb, stitches, cursing, fluff, kissing, hidden relationship/marriage (not on purpose though)
WC: 1149
A/N: There for sure is going to be some grammatical errors, since english is not my native language, but I've tried my best to double check. There might also be some notes left from me if something I wrote might not make that much sense to you, but it might to me (I guess lol) so, you can also just ignore those 😄
Do not: post this anywhere else, feed it into AI chats or AI things in general or translate!!
(Divider credit to @saradika-graphics)
"Dexter!! Are you hungry?" You yelled from the kitchen, while making yourself a late dinner —caesar salad and french fries—a girl dinner if you will.
The meowing and heavy pitter patter of Dexter the maine coon, could be heard coming down the stairs, where presumably, he was playing with John's socks, that he had forgotten to throw in the hamper.
"I have some of your chicken and liver pâté that your dad insists we buy. He says it's better for your little tummy and your fur too. Do you like it, Dexter?" A few resounding meows could be heard from the floor next to you, companied with the gentle pets on your thighs, from Dexter reaching up towards you. "Oh, I guess you really like it then!" You laughed, while patting the top of the cats nogging.
You had gotten the lid of the can open without any problems and were spooning out the pâté onto a cute little plate for Dexter. His meows were getting more frequent and louder in volume once he caught a wiff of the food he oh so loved. "You're gonna have your food soon big boy. Your papa just has to add some water to it to get you to hydrate some more, because you don't drink enough water."
After adding some water and mixing it with the food, you gently placed it on the ground, on Dexter's little place mat, so the dish doesn't move around —and to catch any food flying off the sides of the plate.
You were starting to clean up after yourself, when you decided to put the lid inside the can itself, so it would be easier to recycle, since everything would be together rather than 2 pieces loose in a recycling container (I don't know if that actually makes any sense, but at least I get what I mean lol).
At first, the lid didn't want to go in and that ended up being your ultimate mistake. In a matter of milliseconds, the lid popped up and on it's way out, sliced the pad of your thumb. Deep.
"Fuck! Ouch!" Your blood immediatly started to pool on the kitchen counter. Thank god you hadn't wiped it down yet. You would be even more pissed off if that was the case.
Quickly, you grabbed a dishtowel off of it's hook and wrapped it around your bleeding and throbbing thumb, while starting to make your way to the entryway. "Dexter! Papa has to go to the hospital to see your dad!" A few distressed meows came from the kitchen, where he was still eating his dinner.
Grabbing your car keys, phone and wallet, you hurriedly went out the door, simultaniously trying to call John to tell him you were coming to the ED. He wasn't answering—which was expected—but you still tried a few times, just in case.
Once you arrived to the ER parking lot, you decided to check if the bleeding had subsided. Unfortunately it hadn't. You walked into the ER briskly and got in line to get signed in. The waiting room was moderately full, but still had enough open chairs for you to find a place to sit down in later.
It was finally your turn to sign in. "Hello. What brings you in today?" The kind looking clerk—with the name tag reading Lupe—asked you. "Hi! I accidentally cut myself on the thumb with the lid from a cat food can. It seems quite deep and it's still bleeding pretty badly." Lupe was writing down what you were telling her and then she asked for your insurance and other personal information.
When you told her your last name (Shen) she paused and directed her gaze towards you. After a few seconds she vontinued like nothing happened and told you to sit down, that they will call your name when there is a dictor ready to examine your injury.
You found a seat in a somewhat quiet corner, sat down and just started browsin through various social media apps while waiting.
Meanwhile, while you were waiting, John was helping a kid with a broken ankle.
"So, unfortunately you can't go swimming with the cast on, unless your mom or dad puts this special plastic covering over it." Poor kid had broken his ankle when he had fallen off his bike—and it being the start of the summer break for school kids—sucked even more.
John was going over to the computer to start the discharge paper work, when he glanced at the patient intake board (is that even the actual name for it?? Idk). - - Shen. "What? What the hell?!" He quickly walked to the chairs, paying no mind to his confused and concerned coworkers, who had never seen him this serious and scared, almost terrified.
"Honey?!" John was looking around the waiting room frantically, trying to find the familiar face, among the 10s of strangers' faces. "Babe, are you ok? What happened?" He had his hands on you cheeks the instant he was infront of you, looking over every little thing, when finally he noticed the bloody dishtowel on your hand.
"John, I'm okay. Calm down." You were chuckling at your husband's panicked look. "I just cut my thumb on Dexter's pate can lid. I think I just need a few stitches. That's all." You had your non-injured hand over John's wrist, slowly moving your thumb back and forth, trying to reassure him of your condition.
"You're coming with me. Right now. No husband of mine is waiting 6 hours, to be seen." John took a hold of your wrist and started guiding you towards the doors that lead to the ED floor. You huff quietly, but go with him, because you know he won't relent otherwise.
" Lena! Where's an open room?" Lena looked up confused, seeing Dr. Shen dragging an injured man behind him. She quickly looked at her computer screen, "Central 7 is good to go. Who are you taking in? I'll update the board."
"My husband." He said curtly, moving the curtain blocking the doorway.
"Babe, seriously, I'm okay. You don't need to fuss over me, it's just a small cut. There are people with way more serious injuries in the waiting room." John had already started getting supplies together on a metal tray. He was slightly shaking his head side to side, with a small furrow to his brows. "What kind of husband would I be, if I let my partner stay in the waiting room for who knows how many hours, when I can get it stitched up in 15 minutes? Just... let me take care of you, honey. Okay?"
You had never seen John Shen this serious and frightened. He was always so laid back, nonchalant and unflappable. Obviously he took his work and your guys' relationship seriously, but... this was something else entirely.
A smile started to take over your face, while having a lovesick look in your eyes. "Yes, my dear. I'll let you take care of me."
(Divider credit to @strangergraphics)
I'm going to make this a part 2 or more story, but it's going to come out slowly, because life and writers block 🤦 Hope you liked it!!
“ *Insert blank* is the villain of The Pitt ” my brother in christ, idk what show you are watching, but the only villain I see is the american health care system
Let us all start with a hearty "Fuck ICE" and a good chuckle because LMFAO... Jesse walked into that moment with a level of "FUCK THE AUTHORITIES" that played out so beautifully that it's worth doing a playback for.
Because where McKay is instantly worried the moment she sees them. Robby wants them gone, but he knows he has to play the game. He hates it but he has to. And Victoria's a little nervous just to be there when we see her but Jesse Van Horn does not give a single fuck about these men.
He makes his way through them. Not around. And not politely. Just slides between where these fucks are standing like some protective wall and tells them, the big one SPECIFICALLY, "I need those removed so I can check her vital signs".
Because Jesse has eyes on him from the moment he walked over because Jesse can spot a fucking problem.
And sure, they look equally shook that this man is talking to them like that, but here's the thing: It's not a question because he's not asking.
It's an order and while those chucklefucks can look at each other all day with their thumbs up their asses, he and Robby kind of close ranks for a moment. Jesse takes a seat, but Robby moves from the sidelines where he was watching them and I love that. Because Robby is standing guard, watching these men, but once Jesse is there, he uses that to close ranks a little with himself, Jesse, Victoria and Cassie all kind of forming an inner circle around her.
But even once he is seated, Jesse's eyes are back on them. Can't tell the look from the moment but you see, he's watching them again.
It's actually a really beautiful back and forth because the moment Jesse looks away to do his job and check her vitals, Robby is watching those pricks again.
But when Jesse gives her vitals (heart rate 110, pulse ox 98 so they're good), he gives Robby this look. Seriously watch his face because it does a lot in a little before he again forces these pricks to back up in the way he moves past them, but there's concern, but there's anger too. And he needs Robby to know that.
It also puts him on the big guy's radar because he watches to make sure Jesse is gone before refocusing.
And then we next see him, he's finishing up. He's leaving, but that mountain of fuckface storms over after Robby told him off and gets pissy. And Jesse could walk away, but the moment he clocks that man, he immediately stops and CIRCLES AROUND THIS MAN, READY TO BE A BARRIER!
He goes from being on that man's LEFT to being on his RIGHT so fast because Jesse is ready in a way no one else is because he's a 6ft white guy. Like it's too brief to gif (at 36:42 he pivots, then at 36:44 you can see him on the other side).
And that little one isn't doing shit to help or stop anything since I think he's their "not all ICE" attempt, LOL. But Jesse is cautiously between that man and his patient asking to just be allowed to get her a sling with Cassie. And when she cries out in pain because that man grabs her injured arm intentionally, Jesse is between them purposefully (hand over the man's grip on her while his other forearm is against his chest) in a heartbeat telling this man to stop because that fuck is hurting her.
And we don't see it, but Jesse yelling out in pain is the next thing we hear along with things falling. And we next see Jesse on the ground, hogtied, so we know Jesse was assaulted. Victoria probably got it on film since we see her with her phone out (along with others later), but I think it's safe to say Jesse didn't get to the ground on his own accord.
And aside from telling those pricks to get their hands off him, Jesse says in the most choked out way (because a man is actively kneeling on his back) "Robby, I didn't do shit". And Robby knows. Robby says he knows. And honestly, outside of protecting his patient, Jesse didn't do anything.
Note how Robby, I mean, he's talking to Jesse, but he is not looking at him even then. He refuses to look anywhere but at this man that has harmed one of his employee.
And again, credit to Robby, he's on it. He gives him the 'shut the fuck up' spiel, which Jesse nods to. It's so brief, y'all, but he nods. They make eye contact because Robby (OF ALL PEOPLE!) is searching for that eye contact to know Jesse is listening, and Jesse nods. Because he knows to shut up. Robby says so like he says he's gonna call the hospital lawyer about it.
Then goes back to staring straight ahead like this is just another nuisance in a long line of them (and it is), muttering something I can't make out. Just like how Dana is immediately at his side once they start moving him looking all kinds of harried and ready to cry a little that is her nurse and she can't protect him. She can't control the situation.
All this to say that was never just that ONE moment at the end with Jesse stepping up. He was on the defense from the jump, my little punk rock prince. And I love that for him.
But more than that, I love the shock on McKay's face because it hints at how wrong the moment is? Like she's been arrested. Probably not the biggest cop fan, but even still, last season she was in this exact position. But something about this moment is enough to shock her to her bones (maybe Jesse isn't that guy, maybe... like the sound implies, he was assaulted for trying to help, maybe it's just the shock of seeing it happen to someone else), but it's that look on her face that tells you... everything about the moment, really.
Also, shout out to Ned because we all joke about Jesse being the most expressive motherfucker in the Pitt and he tends to say he's just the numbers guy (he reads the numbers in a way that conveys the situation) but... much like with him coming between Frank and Robby during the sepsis patient, he's conveying a whole lot in a matter of literal seconds once again.
They should let him speak more provided Jesse doesn't get fired (praying that he is part of a nurses union and they come through for him, if Robby doesn't personally pick him up from jail after his shift at this rate because Robby may).
Summary: Zuko had married {M/n} and he was actually happy with the marriage, unfortunately Zuko is a bit awkward, even in his adult life. So when he finally feels ready to do the deed with his husband he's a mess and nervous.
⚠️Warning!⚠️: This fic will have smut! If you're under 18 do NOT read this!
Topic: Giving blowjob, masturbation, talk of sex.
Zuko had been a married man for a while now, about three years already. And it was amazing for him, he had a supportive partner who always had his back and helped calm his nerves when he was trying to lead the Fire Nation into a better light for the other nations to see them as allies, not foe. Of course, being the new Fire Lord after his father made it so everything Zuko did was under the view of everyone, just so if he slipped up everyone could go for the attack, to prevent a repeat of history.
Zuko could remember the day he first met his husband during the first few years he was trying to make amends with the other two nations as the new Fire Lord. He had went to a decent sized city in the (Earth Kingdom/North | South Water Tribe) to talk to the leaders there and gain some newer allies and to show the already anxiety filled city that the Fire Nation has no intentions to go back to their darker ways. Zuko knew everyone was on edge and he had to make sure to calm those nerves so nothing bad happens. The last thing he wanted was his people be discriminated against because of his father's indoctrination. He wanted to bring peace and prosperity that the nations once had 200+ years ago.
But, Zuko knew more than anyone that hate doesn't just disappear in one day, it takes time and a lot of effort to erase life time hate.
When Zuko arrived at the city to speak to the leaders he didn't realize how much longer the meetings would actually take, unfortunately stubbornness always halted progress. So, the king of the Fire Nation had to look elsewhere for a place for him to stay the nights in the city, until the the meetings would be over that is.
But, unfortunately, that easier said than done. No place would give Zuko a room to stay for a few nights. He even offered to pay triple the price, but no one wanted him around. It also didn’t help that the people he passed by always gave him the same dirty look, muttered under their breath, and occasionally some person who speaks their mind out loud.
It was already pretty late into the night as Zuko put his foot into the door to prevent it from being closed on him. "Please! Ma'am, I promise I'll pay triple if you just rent me a room for a couple nights!" He begged. The old lady scoffed and spat on his footwear, before slamming the door on him. Zuko just sighed as he looked at the ground, this was probably the last place that just rejected him, he isn't even sure if there's other places he could go to.
But, a man showed up like an angel for him. "Lord Zuko, sir?" Zuko turned his head to see a man around his age. "Yes?" "Did....you need a place to stay for the night? I just saw what happened." Zuko's hope grew a lot from that. "Y-Yes I do! Please, I promise I won't be a bother and I'll pay you greatly."
Little did Zuko know, that man would end up as his husband months later. Zuko stayed at his place for the week and Zuko thanked him wholeheartedly, getting on his knees as he bowed at the man like if he was a dragon. Zuko even offered the man dinner with him at the Fire palace if ever went to the fire nation, he wanted to thank him in any way possible for being one of the few to ever show him kindness in a uncertain time.
But, all of that brings us to current day. Zuko is happy with his marriage, he knows that for sure, but he isn't sure if his husband is so pleased in this relationship. He wanted him to be happy and he was grateful of how understanding he was when it came to being married to such a busy man, he didn't really have much time for his husband but he definitely tried whenever he could.
It wasn't until one day Zuko realized what he was missing and it was the day he met up with Sokka by complete accident. The two caught up with each other as they told the other what their current lives were like.
They eventually got to the topic of dating and romance. That's when Sokka just started talking about...the sexual side of the relationship.
That's when it clicked for Zuko, he hasn't really explored that side with his husband, no wonder he felt like something was missing!
Now, Zuko wasn't really a sexual person, he of course had his times but not with his husband yet, it just slipped his mind a lot and he never really asked for it so Zuko thought it wasn't important. But, Zuko wanted to be a good husband and give his partner everything he could possibly give him.
He just wanted to be better than his own dad.
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Today was one of the few days Zuko had nothing to do and was free the entire day for his dear husband. The two men were spending quality time together in silence in the palace hot spring. They were in silence as they both enjoyed themselves, a small reminder to Zuko of how deep their connection is, that they don't really need to talk to enjoy a moment together. Of course, Zuko was still taking in a lot of side glances of his beautiful husband. That's how Zuko knew he was still smitten about his husband, one glance at him and he was reminded of why he keeps getting up every day.
The other man noticed the glances that Zuko did. "What is it, dear? Do I have something on my face?" He asked. Zuko didn't answer immediately, instead he took a bit to answer before finally deciding on how to respond. "Y-Yeah you...got handsome...all over...your...face." He said as his cheeks burned up from embarrassment, it sounded a lot more better in his head than out loud. The other man chuckled, "Well, I think your face has a lot of handsome on it too." He teased. Zuko rolled his eyes and sunk more into the steaming water as if hiding would help him in this situation.
After the two were done, they were in their bed together, with only a few pieces of clothes on, just enjoying the other's company as they laid closely. Zuko's hair was no longer tied up, letting it flow across the bed as his husband looked at him like if he saw a dragon in the wild. "My love...how do you feel about...us?" He asked, this was the big moment.
{M/n} chucked, "What do you mean, dear?" Zuko shrugged his shoulders. "I mean...I was talking to Sokka the other day and he mentioned...sex...do...you want to participate in it with me? W-We don't have to! I just...want to give you everything to make you happy..."
To Zuko, the idea of sex felt really strong to him compared to how other people viewed it. He saw the act as something done by two partners who trust each other the most with their body, something only strong bonds will truly enjoy. And Zuko, felt like his relationship with his husband was far beyond strong, he just wanted to make sure his partner was comfortable with it.
"Sex?" {M/n} asked. He thinks for a bit, "I mean...I wouldn't mind...we are married after all." Zuko scoffed as he sat up, "I know that, but we don't have to do it if you don't want to. I won't force it upon you." {M/n} looked up at his husband. "Zuko, I love you so much. I would love to...participate in sex with you." He chuckled a bit at how Zuko phrased it. "Ah yes, I would love to partake in the action of sex with you." {M/n} chuckled. Zuko scoffed, "I swear, I question why I married you."
Zuko made sure to get on top of his husband, as he kissed the other's neck. "This...Will be my first time...I apologize if it isn't good." {M/n} kissed Zuko back on the lips, the action making the king melt a bit. "Anything you're comfortable with, fire fly." Zuko smirked a bit. The two men removed the little clothing they had on as Zuko took of his tie as he let his long black hair free.
The two men stayed in a face to face embrace as neither moved for a bit. "So...how we do start this?" {M/n} chuckled, "Since you're new at this, why don't we do something simple? Like oral." Zuko looked at his husband, "Have you...done this before?" {M/n} hesitantly nod, "During my teens...once." Zuko of course wasn't upset, he was just more embarrassed his partner was more experienced, he wanted to give {M/n} the best experience, but how could he give that if he lacked said experience?
"Just lie down." {M/n} said as he put his hand on Zuko's chest and slowly and gently pushed him down on their bed. Zuko was a bit nervous, his first time with his husband!? He could faint. {M/n} lowered himself down as he grabbed Zuko's cock, it instantly got hard when his partner touched it.
Before {M/n} even did anything he looked up at his husband. "Make sure, if you feel uncomfortable or anything to stop me, okay?" Zuko nods as he rested his arms on his stomach. {M/n} opened his mouth and slowly took Zuko's tip. Zuko shuttered as he felt the small wave of pleasure course through him, put his arms to the side as he held onto the sheets of their bed.
Slowly but surely {M/n} took inches of Zuko in his mouth, already being able to taste a bit of pre-cum before he even reach his husband's base. {M/n} looked up at Zuko and saw how nervous he was, so he held his hand out and Zuko immediately took him, the action calmed Zuko down to know he was doing already and that any nerves he has aren't needed.
Zuko moaned lightly. "This...feels really great...god...my salamander you know how to please me." {M/n} continue with blowing his husband and it was only like two minutes before he felt Zuko tense up, he was close. {M/n} went a bit fast and he felt Zuko's hand tighten his. {M/n} used his other man to rub it over Zuko's body and it wasn't long before Zuko reached his climax, he thrust his cock deeper into his husband's mouth as he soon relaxed and his cock softened.
{M/n} took the cum and swallowed it. He pulled back and gasped for bits of air. "My salamander, you're amazing." Zuko said as he kissed his husband, a bit of a deeper kiss as their tongues connected. When they pulled back Zuko hummed, "So...that's what I taste like?"
One thing {M/n} did notice about Zuko now, was that he was more warmer than he was before, body temperature wise that is. Zuko wasn't cold but he felt extra nice and toasty after cumming. {M/n} began to wonder if fire benders got warm when they cummed or perhaps get really excited?
{M/n} laid next to Zuko as he closed his eyes, he heard movement from Zuko and felt him move a bit, but didn't pay too much mind to it until he felt something wet touching his tip. {M/n} opened his eyes and saw Zuko has his tongue on {M/n}'s tip. "You pleasured me...so I thought it would be best for me to pleasure you."
{M/n} put his arms behind his head as he looked at Zuko, his own husband looked a bit confident but also nervous. "Don't push yourself." {M/n} said. Zuko started off slowly, taking his husband's tip as his tongue swirled over the hole.
It felt fine for Zuko, so he took more inches in his mouth. The two men were about similar length, so here comes the surprise when Zuko feels like he's struggling. Zuko wanted to stop but hearing the moans his husband was releasing made him push more. Zuko was reaching near the base of his husband but damn it he couldn't take it anymore so he quickly pulled himself back as he gasped for air.
{M/n} noticed this. "Zuko?" The other man looked at his husband, "S-Sorry Salamander...I..." He was so embarrassed right now, I felt like a blow to Zuko that he couldn't please his own lover! "Hey! Relax, it's fine. Told you not to push yourself." The fire lord looked away ashamed of his lack of experience.
"Honey, look at me." Zuko slowly turned his head. "How about...you just help me stroke myself?" Zuko shifted closer back to his lover as his hand wrapped around his husband's cock. {M/n} put one hand with Zuko as they both stroked. {M/n} groaned as he tossed his head back, "God love...your hand feels so warm...don't stop." {M/n} released a caged whine he was holding in.
Soon enough, {M/n} came and the two were finished.
Zuko laid down and cuddled his husband. "I'm...still sorry for my lack of experience...I'm sure it wasn't that enjoyable for you." The other responded, "Relax, it's fine, I still had fun. Plus, we have a life time to keep trying." {M/n} whined at Zuko, he just blushed and buried his head into his husband's neck.
Being married was to best to Zuko.
So, after a few fics I got some other characters in mind. which would yall like?
Summary: Zuko had married {M/n} and he was actually happy with the marriage, unfortunately Zuko is a bit awkward, even in his adult life. So when he finally feels ready to do the deed with his husband he's a mess and nervous.
⚠️Warning!⚠️: This fic will have smut! If you're under 18 do NOT read this!
Topic: Giving blowjob, masturbation, talk of sex.
Zuko had been a married man for a while now, about three years already. And it was amazing for him, he had a supportive partner who always had his back and helped calm his nerves when he was trying to lead the Fire Nation into a better light for the other nations to see them as allies, not foe. Of course, being the new Fire Lord after his father made it so everything Zuko did was under the view of everyone, just so if he slipped up everyone could go for the attack, to prevent a repeat of history.
Zuko could remember the day he first met his husband during the first few years he was trying to make amends with the other two nations as the new Fire Lord. He had went to a decent sized city in the (Earth Kingdom/North | South Water Tribe) to talk to the leaders there and gain some newer allies and to show the already anxiety filled city that the Fire Nation has no intentions to go back to their darker ways. Zuko knew everyone was on edge and he had to make sure to calm those nerves so nothing bad happens. The last thing he wanted was his people be discriminated against because of his father's indoctrination. He wanted to bring peace and prosperity that the nations once had 200+ years ago.
But, Zuko knew more than anyone that hate doesn't just disappear in one day, it takes time and a lot of effort to erase life time hate.
When Zuko arrived at the city to speak to the leaders he didn't realize how much longer the meetings would actually take, unfortunately stubbornness always halted progress. So, the king of the Fire Nation had to look elsewhere for a place for him to stay the nights in the city, until the the meetings would be over that is.
But, unfortunately, that easier said than done. No place would give Zuko a room to stay for a few nights. He even offered to pay triple the price, but no one wanted him around. It also didn’t help that the people he passed by always gave him the same dirty look, muttered under their breath, and occasionally some person who speaks their mind out loud.
It was already pretty late into the night as Zuko put his foot into the door to prevent it from being closed on him. "Please! Ma'am, I promise I'll pay triple if you just rent me a room for a couple nights!" He begged. The old lady scoffed and spat on his footwear, before slamming the door on him. Zuko just sighed as he looked at the ground, this was probably the last place that just rejected him, he isn't even sure if there's other places he could go to.
But, a man showed up like an angel for him. "Lord Zuko, sir?" Zuko turned his head to see a man around his age. "Yes?" "Did....you need a place to stay for the night? I just saw what happened." Zuko's hope grew a lot from that. "Y-Yes I do! Please, I promise I won't be a bother and I'll pay you greatly."
Little did Zuko know, that man would end up as his husband months later. Zuko stayed at his place for the week and Zuko thanked him wholeheartedly, getting on his knees as he bowed at the man like if he was a dragon. Zuko even offered the man dinner with him at the Fire palace if ever went to the fire nation, he wanted to thank him in any way possible for being one of the few to ever show him kindness in a uncertain time.
But, all of that brings us to current day. Zuko is happy with his marriage, he knows that for sure, but he isn't sure if his husband is so pleased in this relationship. He wanted him to be happy and he was grateful of how understanding he was when it came to being married to such a busy man, he didn't really have much time for his husband but he definitely tried whenever he could.
It wasn't until one day Zuko realized what he was missing and it was the day he met up with Sokka by complete accident. The two caught up with each other as they told the other what their current lives were like.
They eventually got to the topic of dating and romance. That's when Sokka just started talking about...the sexual side of the relationship.
That's when it clicked for Zuko, he hasn't really explored that side with his husband, no wonder he felt like something was missing!
Now, Zuko wasn't really a sexual person, he of course had his times but not with his husband yet, it just slipped his mind a lot and he never really asked for it so Zuko thought it wasn't important. But, Zuko wanted to be a good husband and give his partner everything he could possibly give him.
He just wanted to be better than his own dad.
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Today was one of the few days Zuko had nothing to do and was free the entire day for his dear husband. The two men were spending quality time together in silence in the palace hot spring. They were in silence as they both enjoyed themselves, a small reminder to Zuko of how deep their connection is, that they don't really need to talk to enjoy a moment together. Of course, Zuko was still taking in a lot of side glances of his beautiful husband. That's how Zuko knew he was still smitten about his husband, one glance at him and he was reminded of why he keeps getting up every day.
The other man noticed the glances that Zuko did. "What is it, dear? Do I have something on my face?" He asked. Zuko didn't answer immediately, instead he took a bit to answer before finally deciding on how to respond. "Y-Yeah you...got handsome...all over...your...face." He said as his cheeks burned up from embarrassment, it sounded a lot more better in his head than out loud. The other man chuckled, "Well, I think your face has a lot of handsome on it too." He teased. Zuko rolled his eyes and sunk more into the steaming water as if hiding would help him in this situation.
After the two were done, they were in their bed together, with only a few pieces of clothes on, just enjoying the other's company as they laid closely. Zuko's hair was no longer tied up, letting it flow across the bed as his husband looked at him like if he saw a dragon in the wild. "My love...how do you feel about...us?" He asked, this was the big moment.
{M/n} chucked, "What do you mean, dear?" Zuko shrugged his shoulders. "I mean...I was talking to Sokka the other day and he mentioned...sex...do...you want to participate in it with me? W-We don't have to! I just...want to give you everything to make you happy..."
To Zuko, the idea of sex felt really strong to him compared to how other people viewed it. He saw the act as something done by two partners who trust each other the most with their body, something only strong bonds will truly enjoy. And Zuko, felt like his relationship with his husband was far beyond strong, he just wanted to make sure his partner was comfortable with it.
"Sex?" {M/n} asked. He thinks for a bit, "I mean...I wouldn't mind...we are married after all." Zuko scoffed as he sat up, "I know that, but we don't have to do it if you don't want to. I won't force it upon you." {M/n} looked up at his husband. "Zuko, I love you so much. I would love to...participate in sex with you." He chuckled a bit at how Zuko phrased it. "Ah yes, I would love to partake in the action of sex with you." {M/n} chuckled. Zuko scoffed, "I swear, I question why I married you."
Zuko made sure to get on top of his husband, as he kissed the other's neck. "This...Will be my first time...I apologize if it isn't good." {M/n} kissed Zuko back on the lips, the action making the king melt a bit. "Anything you're comfortable with, fire fly." Zuko smirked a bit. The two men removed the little clothing they had on as Zuko took of his tie as he let his long black hair free.
The two men stayed in a face to face embrace as neither moved for a bit. "So...how we do start this?" {M/n} chuckled, "Since you're new at this, why don't we do something simple? Like oral." Zuko looked at his husband, "Have you...done this before?" {M/n} hesitantly nod, "During my teens...once." Zuko of course wasn't upset, he was just more embarrassed his partner was more experienced, he wanted to give {M/n} the best experience, but how could he give that if he lacked said experience?
"Just lie down." {M/n} said as he put his hand on Zuko's chest and slowly and gently pushed him down on their bed. Zuko was a bit nervous, his first time with his husband!? He could faint. {M/n} lowered himself down as he grabbed Zuko's cock, it instantly got hard when his partner touched it.
Before {M/n} even did anything he looked up at his husband. "Make sure, if you feel uncomfortable or anything to stop me, okay?" Zuko nods as he rested his arms on his stomach. {M/n} opened his mouth and slowly took Zuko's tip. Zuko shuttered as he felt the small wave of pleasure course through him, put his arms to the side as he held onto the sheets of their bed.
Slowly but surely {M/n} took inches of Zuko in his mouth, already being able to taste a bit of pre-cum before he even reach his husband's base. {M/n} looked up at Zuko and saw how nervous he was, so he held his hand out and Zuko immediately took him, the action calmed Zuko down to know he was doing already and that any nerves he has aren't needed.
Zuko moaned lightly. "This...feels really great...god...my salamander you know how to please me." {M/n} continue with blowing his husband and it was only like two minutes before he felt Zuko tense up, he was close. {M/n} went a bit fast and he felt Zuko's hand tighten his. {M/n} used his other man to rub it over Zuko's body and it wasn't long before Zuko reached his climax, he thrust his cock deeper into his husband's mouth as he soon relaxed and his cock softened.
{M/n} took the cum and swallowed it. He pulled back and gasped for bits of air. "My salamander, you're amazing." Zuko said as he kissed his husband, a bit of a deeper kiss as their tongues connected. When they pulled back Zuko hummed, "So...that's what I taste like?"
One thing {M/n} did notice about Zuko now, was that he was more warmer than he was before, body temperature wise that is. Zuko wasn't cold but he felt extra nice and toasty after cumming. {M/n} began to wonder if fire benders got warm when they cummed or perhaps get really excited?
{M/n} laid next to Zuko as he closed his eyes, he heard movement from Zuko and felt him move a bit, but didn't pay too much mind to it until he felt something wet touching his tip. {M/n} opened his eyes and saw Zuko has his tongue on {M/n}'s tip. "You pleasured me...so I thought it would be best for me to pleasure you."
{M/n} put his arms behind his head as he looked at Zuko, his own husband looked a bit confident but also nervous. "Don't push yourself." {M/n} said. Zuko started off slowly, taking his husband's tip as his tongue swirled over the hole.
It felt fine for Zuko, so he took more inches in his mouth. The two men were about similar length, so here comes the surprise when Zuko feels like he's struggling. Zuko wanted to stop but hearing the moans his husband was releasing made him push more. Zuko was reaching near the base of his husband but damn it he couldn't take it anymore so he quickly pulled himself back as he gasped for air.
{M/n} noticed this. "Zuko?" The other man looked at his husband, "S-Sorry Salamander...I..." He was so embarrassed right now, I felt like a blow to Zuko that he couldn't please his own lover! "Hey! Relax, it's fine. Told you not to push yourself." The fire lord looked away ashamed of his lack of experience.
"Honey, look at me." Zuko slowly turned his head. "How about...you just help me stroke myself?" Zuko shifted closer back to his lover as his hand wrapped around his husband's cock. {M/n} put one hand with Zuko as they both stroked. {M/n} groaned as he tossed his head back, "God love...your hand feels so warm...don't stop." {M/n} released a caged whine he was holding in.
Soon enough, {M/n} came and the two were finished.
Zuko laid down and cuddled his husband. "I'm...still sorry for my lack of experience...I'm sure it wasn't that enjoyable for you." The other responded, "Relax, it's fine, I still had fun. Plus, we have a life time to keep trying." {M/n} whined at Zuko, he just blushed and buried his head into his husband's neck.
Being married was to best to Zuko.
So, after a few fics I got some other characters in mind. which would yall like?
The bedroom is dim, the only light coming from the streetlamp bleeding through the half-closed blinds.
Mark is sprawled face-down on your bed, ass raised high, his back arched in a way all he could manage while you rail him from behind with deep, unrelenting strokes.
His dark hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat, strands sticking to his flushed skin. His hands gave out minutes ago — fingers weakly clutching the sheets as his arms tremble and collapse under him. All he can do now is take it, cheek pressed into the pillow, mouth open as broken sounds spill out with every thrust.
It started when he got back from space.He’d looked at you with bright eyes and that cocky grin, new power still buzzing through his veins, and bragged, “I can take you now. All of you. Don’t hold back this time.”
Shit wasn't sweet. You hadn’t held back. Your thick cock is buried so deep inside him that he was sure you’re rearranging his guts. Every brutal snap of your hips stretches his hole wide, the wet, filthy plap-plap-plap of skin on skin filling the quiet room.
His hole is puffy and sloppy, leaking around your cock as you pound into him without mercy.Each time the head of your dick drags across his prostate, Mark lets out a sound that starts as an embarrassing whimper and quickly turns into a loud, desperate moan.“F-fuck—!” he cries into the pillow, voice cracking and raw. “It’s too much— shit, it’s too fucking much—!”
You don’t slow down. You lean over his back, chest pressed against his sweat-slick skin, and sink your teeth into the back of his neck. Mark gasps sharply, hole clenching tight around you.
You grab a fistful of his damp hair and yank his head back just enough to growl against his ear.“What’s wrong, Mark?” you pant, hips still slamming forward in short, punishing strokes. “Thought you said you could take it. After all you’re…"
[A/N] Alright, so... this has a lot of smut and sex scenes, so be aware of that before reading. It is also the first time I write smut here, and there is no better character for it than Jack. As usual, reposting really helps my work :)
Word Count: 2.135.
Synopsis: Fucking your father's best friend was wild, but it was also the best sex of your life. What was meant to be a one-night thing turned into an addiction that needed to be fed daily, until your father, Robby, walked into your room and found Jack fingering you.
Warnings: smut, violence, age gap, explicit language, alcool consuption, threats.
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It all started innocently. Your dad went to Jack's place to watch a game, and you had to stay a few extra hours at the library cataloguing a box of new arrivals, which was a bit boring, so you got home exhausted. You took a shower, fixed something quick to eat, and went upstairs to watch something in your room. You managed to watch twenty minutes of Sex in the City before you sleep took the best out of you.
You woke up in the middle of the night, thirsty, and got up to have a glass of water. As you were wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, you wrapped yourself in a fluffy robe, and your father's door was closed, so he probably got home after you fell asleep.
You turned on the kitchen lights and heard someone yawning in the living room. You slowly peeked into the room and found Jack stretching his back and getting up from the couch. "Robby? What time is it?" He spoke walking towards the kitchen.
"It's me," You said, simply taking a sip of your water. "It's two-thirty, sorry for flashing the lights on your face, I didn't know you were here," You said, taking a look at him. He was wearing an almost transparent white undershirt and a pair of dark and light blue plaid boxer shorts.
"Power ran out mid-game, and we came over to watch the rest of it here," He explained, stretching his back once again. The movement made his shirt go up and reveal part of his abdomen; your eyes were immediately drawn there, and his shorts that seemed to be getting tighter by the second.
"Midnight-wood, huh?" You teased, placing the now-empty glass inside the dishwasher. "Oh... well, I'm old, not dead," He defended himself. "I might take you up on that," You teased once again. You didn't know exaclty were that was coming from, maybe a few years of repressed feelings for him, and the multiple times you masturbated thinking about him on top of you.
Shit, you really wanted that guy.
You turned to face him, and at the same time, he seemed to be a bit shocked; his cock was now bulging and definitely hard. "What? I've seen you checking me out discreetly a few times." You spoke, getting closer to him. "Yeah, but you are Robbby's son," He spoke, taking a step back and leaning against the counter. "Let's pretend I'm not then," You said, ending the distance between you two and attacking his lips. His short beard scraped against your chin, and his avid tongue explored your mouth. Your cocks rubbed against each other with a thin piece of fabric in between them.
"Shit, kid, I" He spoke and you susshed him "Just enjoy it" You knelt in front of him and pulled down the boxer shorts down to his anckles. Damn, he was big; it wasn't a surprise, he had big dick energy, but actually seeing it was arousing.
Swallowing his length was difficult; you teared up multiple times and gagged a few, and that made him enjoy it even more. "Are you crying for me, Doll? C'mon I know you can take it," He spoke, holding your head and trusthing his hips against your face "Fuck your throath feels amazing" Jack spoke enjoying the pressure your mouth, thongue and throath applied against his lenght.
The male facefucked you for a while until he came deep inside your throat. You gasped for air when he removed his cock from your mouth. Jack softly slapped your left cheek and placed another kiss on your lips "You should go back to your room. We don't want to wake up your dad, and if you stay down here I'm positive i'll make you scream" Jack spoke and you gulped.
You had a taste of him, and you wanted more, so much more.
~ X ~
Nine months later, and you never expected that blowing your dad's best friend in the middle of the kitchen during the night would result in you riding him, yet here you were. Jack's hands were placed at the side of your body, and he guided you up and down as he rearranged your insides. That definitely wasn't on your bingo card, and you hated yourself for that, but no one fucked you as good as Jack did; somehow, he knew exactly how to make you cum, whine, and purr for him.
"Shit, daddy... " You mumbled, holding onto the bedframe as Jack started pumping harder against your prostate. Needless to say, that was enough to make both of you cum together, your third time and his second. "You are amazing," He whispered, hugging you and placing a kiss on your forehead.
"What do you need? Water? Food? A shower," Jack asked, and you smiled, hugging him. "Probably all that, but at least thirty minutes of cuddling with you before," You pleaded, and he laughed, grabbing you as if you were weightless and placing you by his side, turning you into the small spoon. "No need to ask twice, Angel." Jack wrapped you in his arms, and you snuggled there for a good amount of time.
Once you felt ready to get up, Jack took you for a long shower filled with kisses and helping hands. After the shower, he'd prepared a snack and would leave before you had to go to work. That's how most of your afternoons went by, in between classes from college and the part-time job you had at the public library, Jack would stop by and take care of you.
Telling your father was absolutely off the table, and it was something you both agreed to after the first time you slept together. Robby knew you were queer since he found you kissing your neighbor on your 12-year-old birthday. The real issue was the fact that you were seeing a guy much older than you, and that guy was his best friend.
Hiding it was getting harder; he saw a few hickeys on your neck, and a pair of Jack's underwear also ended up in your basket of dirty laundry by accident. You liked asking about your father's day when he got home. The hospital was a lot for him, so having someone to share with was important, and you wanted to be there for him.
During one of those conversations about his day, he said that Jack seemed happier than usual. He suspected his friend had a girlfriend. You choked on your food when he told you that you were the "girlfriend"; hopefully, he wouldn't put 2 + 2 together and figure it out, but you reminded Jack to be more careful.
The closest call happened in your house during dinner, it was a Saturday, and Jack was there to watch the Super Bowl. Despite loving your father, you hated football, so you'd only come downstairs to watch the halftime show and get back to your room when the game was back.
After the Chiefs victory, much to your father's delight, you guys had pizza for dinner and sat together around the table. Abbot was right in front of you, and your dad was by your side.
"Daddy, can I have the ranch, please?" You asked about cleaning your mouth with a napkin when it all happened. Jack and your dad reached for the dressing at the same time, and Jack managed to pick it up first. You kicked him violently under the table, and he realized what he had done.
"Sorry, I was closest to it" He spoke, shoving pizza inside his mouth, you tried to make some small talk about something else and it apparently worked, your dad was probably too drunk and too extasiated about the chiefs win so he decided not to drag the "Daddy" event, but his subconcious surely registered it and that took a few hours of sleep from you.
And then, the day you dreaded for a long time came, Jack was still on top of you, kissing and biting your earlobe as he slowly exited your hole. Your dad was supposed to be at the hospital for at least another five hours, so the idea of him showing up did not cross your mind.
"You know, there is a huge hematoma on my calf after you kicked me under the table." Jack said, "So you went extra hard today in retribution?" You asked while slowly sitting down, feeling some pain in your bottom.
"Did daddy wreck your ass?" He was smiling from ear to ear and running his fingers inside your hole. "Yeah, you did," You said back, kissing his lips while his fingers twirled inside you. "Fuck" You sighed as he added another one.
"Hey, son, I got you... What the fuck?" Robby's voice echoed from your door, and everything froze. You slowly turned your head towards the door and saw your dad standing there, red with anger, holding a Starbucks bag. "Dad, I..." You tried speaking, but there was nothing to be said. You were naked, Jack was naked, you two were kissing, and his fingers, until three seconds ago, were inside your ass.
Robby dropped the bag and jumped towards Abbot, pressing him against the wall. "You're fucking my son? Are you out of your goddam mind?" Robby screamed.
"Dad, please," You pleaded, getting in between them. "Let's talk, please don't do this," You cried out with tears rolling down your cheeks. "Did he hurt you? Did he force you to do this?" Robby asked, and you cried even more, "No, Dad, I promise he didn't do anything wrong. It was consensual," You said.
Robby looked Jack up and down and took a step back, running his hands over his head. "Get dressed, both of you. We need to talk." He ordered and left the room. You allowed your tears to roll freely, and a suppressed cry echoed from your throat. Jack held you in his arms and promised a million times it was okay, but you couldn't wrap your head around it.
You got dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants and a matching hoodie and went downstairs. Jack got dressed and accompanied you. Robby was sitting at the dining table with his hands crossed, resting on top of it.
You sat at the table completely embarrassed, your face was burning, and your ass was aching. You avoided visual contact, and Jack tried to start the conversation, "Robby, I..." Your father interrupted him with a simple hand gesture. "
"How long?" Robby asked, and you swallowed dryly, "Dad..." You started, and Jack spoke, "Nine months." He knew your father well; they worked together, and during a crisis, Robby needed precise information and not smoke blown up his ass.
"Who started it? How did it start?" He asked, "I did. That night, you guys were supposed to go to Jack's place to watch some game, but the power was out, and you guys came here; that's when it started," You confessed. "I woke up in the middle of the night to grab some water and saw Jack sleeping on the couch. He woke up when I came downstairs and... well, you can imagine," You added
"I'd rather not," Robby said, and you gulped. "He is old enough to be your dad, you know that? He is my age," He said, and you looked down. "Dad, I'm an adult... I know it seems weird, but I like Jack. I really like him." You spoke, and the male grabbed your hand under the table.
"You better be the best fucking boyfriend in this world or I will fucking end you. Do you understand me? I don't care how long you've been in the army, if my son as much as sheds a tear because of you, I'll end your existence here," Robby threatened Jack, and the male smiled softly.
You breathed in relief and also cried, "Hopefully those tears don't count?" Jack tried joking, and Robby remained static. "Don't push it," Your father instructed, and Jack gave him a thumbs up. "No more secrets, okay? I... I need some time to forget what I just saw," Robby said.
"What do you mean?" You inquired, partially scared because you thought he was having a delirium, and also worried he meant to break you and Jack up. "My best friend fingering my son, that's what I want to forget." Robby vented, covering his face, Jack held his laughter, and your face basically erupted, "Oh... that... yes. Okay," You mumbled, looking for words.
"I'm hitting the shower." You said getting up, and Jack moved to follow you, but Robby stopped him. "Go take your shower, son. But you're staying right here, Jack," Your dad said, and you ran upstairs wanting to lock yourself inside the bathroom forever.
[A/N] I feel like this calls for a part two lol. Also, reposting really helps my work :)
Word Count: 2.192.
Synopsis: Robby is almost asleep when he notices something strange going on in his garage. To his surprise, instead of a burglar, he found a cute and desperate male looking for a place to crash during a cold night.
Warnings: homelessness, mentions of sexual abuse, mentions of psychological abuse, homophobia, injuries, age gap, income gap, extreme vulnerability, angst.
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Robby was ready to go to sleep. The doctor was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a black shirt, which he had turned into a pajama after it was stained with bleach. He had already brushed his teeth and was reading a few pages of Death on the Nile by Agatha Christie; he was a sucker for mystery books and loved her books.
A notification from his ring camera popped up on his phone alerting him that movement was detected, and another one informing him that his garage window was open. The system had glitched a few times before, but Robby felt better being safe than sorry, so he grabbed a metal baseball bat he kept inside his wardrobe and went downstairs to the garage as silently as he could.
Robby placed his ear against the door that led to the garage and heard a muffled sound of what seemed to be some synthetic fabric rubbing against itself. The doctor swung open the door and turned on the lights, getting into position to swing the bat towards anything. "Who's there?" He screamed, and you jumped from the corner of the room, with both arms above your head.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. It's just freezing outside, and I jumped in here to make it through the night. I'm so sorry, please don't kill me," You cried out, shivering. "Relax, kid," Robby spoke after realizing you were no threat. He saw your sleeping bag and a small backpack you carried with you.
You wore a puffer jacket that seemed too small to fit your body, probably a kid's size, a bright orange cap covered your messy hair, and a pair of jeans too big for your size were hanging from your hips "I'll leave right now, I'm so sorry, I just wanted to enjoy the heating during the night, the place I was staying is not safe anymore..." You spoke, trailing off.
"What do you mean?" Robby asked, "I was staying at a homeless shelter, but I woke up in the middle of the night with a guy trying to remove my clothes. He was already naked, so I think he was trying to abuse me." You spoke, breaking visual contact and immediately shrinking yourself. "It's not the first time someone tries that, living on the streets and all that... but inside a shelter was a first," You added, grabbing your stuff.
"Come in, kid. Let me fix you something to eat, you seem hungry," Robby spoke, walking inside. You froze in place, pondering that people offering help to you usually meant they were wolves in sheep's clothing, but then again, you broke into his house, so if anyone had the right to be scared was him. "Are you coming?" He asked, and you ran inside after him.
Robby reheated the pasta and fish he had for dinner, and you ate it all in less than five minutes. Your last meal was consumed two days ago, so you were starved. "I'm Michael, by the way, but everyone calls me Robby. Do you mind telling me your story?" He asked, and you shook your head "yes" as you tried to swallow all of the food you shoved inside your mouth. Robby placed more food in your plate, and you smiled, "I'm sorry, I look desperate... I mean, I am desperate." You corrected yourself and drank the water he served you.
"My story is long and boring, so let me sum it up." You spoke, taking another bite, "I was an English major with a few loans to pay my tuition. I lived with my parents and worked at a Starbucks for some extra cash, turns out I started dating my manager and my parents caught us, they threw me on the street a day after finding out I was gay, my boss also broke up with me because he 'wasn't ready for the drama' - in his words -, I tried to rent a place, but I was late on my payments with the bank, so my credit was destroyed" You spoke in a comical tone, despite it all being super sad.
"No money and no home, no one would hire me without an address, so I had to drop out of college and pick up a bunch of informal jobs to make ends meet," You explained.
"I'm really thankful for the food, but I need to get going if I want to make it to another shelter before they close up for the night," You said, getting up and walking to the sink and washing the plate, silverware, and glass you used.
"I have a spare room, and a few clothes from my stepson that I think will fit you. How old are you?" Robby asked, "I'm 26, but I don't want to overstay... truly, I've been on the streets for two years, I can manage it," You said.
"I know you can, that doesn't mean you have to. Tonight is going to be a really cold night. Why don't you stay for the night, and if you feel uncomfortable, you can leave by morning?" Robby offered.
"I'd be great, actually." You spoke, "Great, follow me," He said, taking you to the spare bedroom downstairs. "You can go ahead and take a bath if you want. I'll see what clothes I can find." Robby said, pointing to the bathroom already stocked with toiletries, you didn't want to be lazy, but being able to properly wash yourself was awesome, so you took a while inside the shower.
Once you got out of the bathroom, you tied a towel to your hips and met Robby sitting in bed with a small pile of clothes by his side. "I brought everything I imagined would fit you. I just have one thing to say: I have a no-drug policy, so if you are on to anything, you absolutely cannot use it in here." He spoke seriously. "I'm not, I just smoke cigarettes, but that's it," You said, and he nodded, taking a quick look at you.
"Great, I'll be upstairs then, help yourself to anything inside the fridge or in the pantry. If you need anything, call me," He said.
"Thank you, Robby," You said and hugged him. It was awkward at first because you were only wearing a towel, but after a few seconds, Robby hugged you back. "Don't mention it, I have a messed-up head, it's nice to see I'm doing some good." Robby vented and left the room, wishing a simple "good night".
~ X ~
Robby woke up with his alarm ringing and went straight to the shower. He was the kind of person who needed to hop inside the shower as quickly as possible; he'd fall back asleep. Waking up later meant he'd skip breakfast and run towards the hospital, making his day already start stressful. When he woke up in time, he at least had the luxury of getting stressed in the hospital.
The doctor changed into his black scrubs and grabbed a clean jacket from the wardrobe. The smell of food instantly caught Robby's attention when he opened his door. The doctor jogged downstairs and found you sitting at one of the ends of the dining room table with your legs crossed and a plate of food in front of you, at the opposite side, a really American breakfast was waiting for him. Three pancakes, scrambled eggs with bacon, and a strawberry parfait alongside a glass of orange juice.
"Good morning, this is a nice surprise," Robby said, smiling, and you smiled back. "Thanks, that's the least I could do." You spoke.
"I've been thinking." Lie, Robby came up with that idea at that exact moment, but it was worth trying. "You should stay," The older male said and felt embarrassed immediately. "I mean, I have a big house, and you need a place to stay... maybe until you're able to get back on your feet? There is no rush, but I think having a roof over your head could really help you."
You looked down at the tip of your fingers, counting them to make sure you were not dreaming, your eyes filled with tears but you didn't want to cry so you took a deep breath "That... that would mean a lot" You managed to say before what felt like a ball of words clogged your throath "I'll see to the house" You added taking a huge sip of the juice "I mean, I can keep it clean and cook your meals - I can't really pay you rent but I can work to make it up" You explained.
"That sounds like a deal, but you should also focus on yourself, maybe get back to school? Ou finding a job?" Robby offered, "Yeah, I'd really like that." You spoke, "Alright, kid, I need to go to work." Robby said, finishing his food.
You got up, removing the plates and putting them inside the dishwasher alongside the pans you used for preparing the meal. "I'll see you later," He spoke, and you screamed, "Goodbye," before closing the door.
The house was quiet, but living in the streets was never silent, with cars driving by, people walking, arguing, trucks and city services operating 24/7, as well as the occasional fights for spots in between homeless people. Finding a relatively clean place with modest roofing and a mediocre capacity to keep you warm was a luxury; most of those spots were taken, and the few that were not could be stolen by bigger, crazier, or more violent people.
You shook the thoughts away and looked around. You couldn't let yourself get dragged to that dark spot of your head, so you started working, you went upstairs, made Robby's bed, picked up his dirty laundry, and loaded the washing machine. You took the time to explore the house as well, and your favorite place was a big armchair placed next to a window upstairs. The sun hit the armchair perfectly, and you snuggled there for a while, allowing your pale skin to taste some vitamin D while reading a book you found on a shelf downstairs.
After your eyes started aching from reading - a clear sign you needed glasses - you fixed something quick for lunch and got back to cleaning the house, vacuuming all of the rooms, and dusting the furniture.
When Robby got home, looking exhausted, the smell of the lasagna you prepared cheered him up, and the man smiled, looking at the house. "Jeez, kid, I guess this house never looked this clean," Robby said, dropping his backpack on the couch and walking towards you. "But I told you not to stress over it," He added.
You had a clean rag tightly wrapped around your hand as you bit your lower lip violently. "What's wrong?" Robby asked, taking your hand into his, "I think I nicked myself while unloading the dishwasher, nothing major." You spoke, trying to hide the pain.
Robby slowly unwrapped the cloth and examined the wound. Blood started pooling in the palm of your hand as he evaluated it. "You'll need some stitches," Robby said.
"I don't like hospitals... really, it's fine, I can just hold it tightly... I can't afford an ER visit, so let's just apply pressure and pray." You spoke a bit desperately, looking away from the blood. "I'm a doctor, kiddo, let me throw some stitches for you".
"Robby," You spoke desperately, grabbing his jacket with your unharmed hand, "I'm afraid of needles," You explained.
Robby smiled and jogged upstairs to grab his first aid kit. He sat you on the sofa and brought your hand to his lap. You felt totally awkward touching him there, but somehow that warmth was the best you'd ever felt. "Alright, just look at my face, not peeking, I'll tell you when I'm done."He ordered, and you focused your sight on his face. He was pretty. The long lashes and the occasional freckles added to the charm, but the grey hairs in his beard and hair made him not only pretty, but truly handsome.
Robby smiled, but you could see he felt a lot of pain; his mouth showed his teeth, but his eyes showed sorrow. He caught you staring at his eyes, and you instinctively looked down at your hand.
"Eyes up, doll," He said, using his hand to bring your face back up to his gaze. "No need to avoid me." He said running a thumb over your lips as the anesthetic was injected at the suturing site.
Electricity flowed from your lips to the rest of your body. You closed your eyes, enjoying his warm touch. You craved human contact for so long, and he had just given you that, you sighed, and Robby smiled.
"I told you it wouldn't hurt," He said, half of the stitches were already done. You smiled shyly and looked back up. "Even getting stitches around you feels nice," You confessed, and Robby smiled. "I guess that's all the charm I have left," He confessed, finishing his work. "I doubt it," You shot back.
