warnings: typical AK stuff, blood, hurt, fluff, Andrew is in love, language, maybe ooc (?)
author's note: finally get my hands on writing about this misunderstood dude, i swear writing him is hard HARD.
He’s fucking done.
Done with his life – whatever left of it anyway – he’s done with his fucking family, done with the way his family always treat him like he’s the expendable one, after everything he did for them.
It used to take a lot to pull him out of that life, but not tonight. Tonight, all it took was the fact that everyone decided to treat his brother's superficial injuries first, forgetting that the reason Craig only has those injuries was because he saved him.
He doesn’t even say anything when everyone’s fretting over Craig, waiting for his turn to be stitched up. “We’ll look at yours after Craig’s good to go, ‘kay pope?” like his wounds aren’t making him almost light headed while craig is still laughing sipping at his fucking beer.
He’s so used to it that he never thinks twice about the way his family treats him, never questions it once, and was groomed into thinking that maybe he did deserve this kind of treatment.
In a way, he believed it. He believed that he was the monster his family always painted him to be, the one with a fucked up head, the one who never deserve good things life can offer him.
He doesn’t even understand what love is, not in a capacity that his family always makes him believe that whatever it is, it’s love. Then you came into his life, understanding him, never pushing him to be anything he is not, and that’s when he realized that whatever definition of love his family pushed him on, is not love.
Being with you is love, being taken care of like he’s the most important person in the world is love, being fretted over just because he pulled a muscle is love. And just like that, one person entirely changed the way he viewed love.
You’re the last good thing in his life, hidden away from the corrupted grasp of his family, reserved for him and him only.
His eyes looked over at the clock. It's one in the morning, he hoped you’re off dreaming now, but he knows you, you’re probably switching into a light-sleep mode to wait for him. His heart aches thinking about you, how sometimes he thinks he doesn’t deserve your love, only to be proven wrong time and time again.
He needs you, now more than ever.
He stood up, walking over to the pool, throwing his phone into the water, ignoring the questioning looks and questions his ‘brothers’ threw his way, and sauntered off to his car, not thinking about anything – not even the gaping wound in his abdomen – only about you.
I’m done.
This time, he thinks about it with an air of finality, that he would rather be found dead than go back to that god forsaken family.
Driving to your place with a hand over his stomach and road rash doesn’t faze him, not when all he can think about is just being in the same vicinity as you. He doesn’t need to knock on your door when you open it after hearing his truck pull up, assessing him before meeting his eyes with a worried look.
And he hated himself for it, for making you worried over him, but he found the worried look you gave him gave him comfort, that you, out of all people, cared about him and loved him.
You motioned for him to go inside. He obeys, walking over to the bathroom, leaving you in the doorway to lock the door behind him. Your eyes followed his figure, it’s different tonight. He’s hurt, you’re sure of it, but something is definitely different about him.
“Can you open your shirt?” you said, entering the bathroom, finding him perched on the edge of the bathtub, bloodied gauze thrown over the sink.
He looked at you, “‘m fine. Just wanted to go home.” his voice is desperate. You walked over to him, kissing his head softly. “You are home. Just let me see, okay?” You lift his arms above his head gently, afraid of hurting him more than he already has, before lifting his shirt off.
Your eyes swept over him once again, you tried not to look worried, you didn’t want him to feel sorry, but you couldn’t even help it. “Don’t look at me like that,” Andrew said, eyes still boring into yours. “Sorry. You’re hurt, Andrew,” you said while washing your hands to clean him up.
Fuck. He’s been called Pope all day today; hearing you call him Andrew might just cure him.
“I’m fine, just needed to be with you.” You kneeled in front of him, looking at him to ask for his permission to touch him. He nodded. “This might sting.” You gave him a heads up.
Andrew hissed as he felt the sting. “Sorry,” you don’t even know why you apologized, you just did. He shakes his head, leaning his head slightly to give a kiss to your forehead. “It’s okay, you’re not hurting me.”
You stand up to your full height, stitching kit in hand, before kissing him deeply. He sighs into the kiss, kissing you back with fervor, like his life depended on it. In a way, it does.
He looked at you confused, you smiled at him. “What for?” you chuckled, “to take your mind off with the fact that this” – you said motioning to the kit in hand – “is gonna hurt like a bitch”
He laughed half-heartedly, coming out more as a scoff. He find it funny that after all the shit he’s been through tonight, the only one who is afraid of hurting him is the one who is the gentlest with him.
He’s silent the entire time you fix him up, a few hisses he can’t help coming out of him, followed by a ‘sorry’ from you every time he does so.
“So, who should I fight? Craig? Who’s the other one you said? Uh. deran?” you said, not expecting him to answer, “you know I can fight as well as you do, so just give me the order I’ll fuck anyone up.”
“You don’t have to fight for me,” he said softly. You scoffed. “Hell no. I’ll fight for the one I love.” his heart thightens at your words. “You’re better fighter than they are, but you’re gonna leave with a broken hand with how thick their fucking skulls are.”
You laughed, and god, if that doesn’t heal him, he doesn’t think anything can. “Eh, a few broken bones are nothing if I get to hurt anyone who hurt you.” you said it casually, that he needed a few moments before the words sink in. You stand up to wash your hands at the sink. He followed your movement, standing up slowly, frozen in his spot when the words does sink in.
“You wanna shower first?” you ask him while cleaning up everything. He puts his arms around your waist, holding you firmly, kissing the space between your neck and shoulder, whispering “thank you,” to which you reply with a hum.
“Love you,” he said before kissing you properly, soft now, your hands find themselves in his curls, deepening the kiss.
“Love you too, go shower, I’ll heat up dinner for you,” you said, watching him strip the rest of his clothes, afraid he’s holding on to more injuries without telling you. “You’re too good for me,” he said, wincing slightly when he needed to bend down. “Thank god i’m yours, then, huh?” you chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.
When you find that he is indeed okay, you walk away from the bathroom to heat the leftover food from your meal earlier.
He could smell the aroma of your cooking when he walked over to the kitchen, fully clothed now, fresh out of the shower, hair still damp. You turned over to him when you heard his footsteps, walking over to give a hug, nuzzling your nose to his chest, breathing in his scent.
“You always smell so good after a shower, I never get enough,” you said against his chest. He chuckled, hands moving all over your back in a soothing pattern. “I’m not wearing any cologne, babe.”
“Exactly. I like your scent,-” you said, taking a deep breath, “-and that shower gel you like so much.” You pulled away from his embrace, pushing him slightly to take a seat to eat.
You watched him as he ate. he looked so relaxed with you, so soft. It always fills your chest with pride at how you are able to strip him of his highly guarded wall, to just exist.
“What do ya think?” you asked him. He swallows before answering you, “I always like whatever it is you’re making.” You stand up, walking over to ruffle his damp hair. “I’ll be at the bed, just leave it after you’re done, okay?” he’s still chewing on his food, nodding at you.
You’re waiting for him at the bed when he enters the room, walking over to the bathroom to brush his teeth. The door was open, so you peeked over at him. You’re practically living here. Why don’t you move in officially with me? You thought silently.
Not silent enough, it seems, as Andrew stopped mid-brush to look over at you, his expression was unreadable. He spit and rinsed his mouth before exiting the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
“You want to live with me?” he said, sitting at the edge of the bed. “If you want to live with me, of course,” he turned his body, slightly wincing at the action.
“Careful, love,” you said reactively, arms reaching to him, inviting him to lie under the cover beside you. He put his legs under the cover, back propping up against the headboard, mirroring your position. You leaned your head on his shoulder. He sighed contentedly at the proximity.
“I want nothing more than to spend my life with you,” you smiled, hearing him, “yeah? You wanna marry me, huh?” you teased, lilt evident in your voice. “You want to be married to me?” his voice shaking slightly – uncertain that someone like you wanted to be married to someone like him – you frowned.
You snuggled into him, his arms around you now. “Andrew, I love you, and I want to forever be with you, okay? A ring on my finger isn’t gonna change anything.”
“I’ll get you a ring tomorrow,” he said. You chuckled at him, “It doesn’t have to be tomorrow, Andy, hell, you don’t have to give me anything. Just being with you is enough.”
“No. I’ll get you a ring tomorrow.” his tone leaves no room for negotiation. Your palm caressing his chest softly. basking in the comfort of silence in the room.
“I’m done,” he said suddenly, his tone firm. You leaned slightly to meet his eyes. “Done with what?” he swallowed a lump in his throat. “With that life, with my family, with anything that doesn’t include you in it.”
He can hear your breath hitch in your throat, surprised that he had said it. “Huh?” you asked him, uncertain. “You taught me what love is, you erased my very fucked up definition of love, how do you even love me after everything, i never understand,- and fuck, I won’t let anything take you away from me, not even my family.”
You were at a loss; anything you said wouldn’t ever hold up with what he just said. So you just nod at him, “Okay, then. Whatever you want or need, just tell me.”
“Help me disappear, help me forget the life I once had. Help me get away from them,” he pleaded to you, his words croaking. You kissed his shoulder blades, “I will, Andrew, I will-” you can hear his heartbeat slowing down. “One step at a time, okay? For now, you need to sleep, and we can talk about this after you’re better.”
“I love you,” he said, kissing your forehead, before closing his eyes to sleep – he finds that sleeping is as easy as it is to breathe when he’s sleeping with you beside him – “love you too, g’night, love”
The morning he wakes up, he looks over at your side, not finding you beside him. His heart started to race when he started to hear the TV playing outside the room. You stayed, you still fucking stayed. He swing his legs over to stand up, wrong move, he hissed a fuck before stabilizing himself. He was going to walk over to you when you sprinted inside the bedroom.
“You okay? Is your stitch ripped? Let me see” your words are too fast for his just-woke-up state. But he still shake his head, “i’m good, just stood up to fast.” you pay his words no mind as you still approached him, lifting his shirt to check his stitches. Your fingers softly touching his stomach. He catches you hand in his, moving it away from his figure.
“Damn freezing hands” he mumbled. You smirked at him, latching your palms on his abdomen once again. “Feel this you fucker.” he laughed, giving your lips a peck.
“I need to take the rest of my stuff and then I’ll go buy that ring for you.” he peck your lips once more, “any of your stuff important?” he shake his head “just my clothes” you frowned at him, “fuck it then, let’s just buy you some more, I won’t let you go that house anymore” .
“Yeah, you’re right. Fuck it.”
You take his hand in yours, pulling him over, “let’s just drink coffee first-” you stopped in your track, stopping. “We need to get you a phone too, a proper one. Y’know with real numbers and all, who knows? You might wanna put our photo as a wallpaper”
“Agreed, now coffee?” he smirked at you, “oh right, let's go.” you pulled him into the kitchen, pouring his coffee for him.
He was sipping on his coffee when you suddenly said out loud “shit, I just realized we don’t have a single photo together” he almost choked on his coffee with the way he laughed.
“We’ll just make more memories worth taking pictures of then” you nodded at him excitedly, putting your mug on the table, before kissing him stupidly, you can taste the coffee.
Pulling away, you raised your mug, pointing it at his own, “To a new beginning?” he clinks your glass, mimicking a toast. “To a new beginning”
In that moment, he thanked whatever it is that put you in his path. He finds himself at peace with his past, no matter how fucked up his past is, he can finally change the narrative of fate’s ugly punishment for him to penance. Because it led him to you, and everything he’s gone through, he’ll go through it again if he can always find you in the end.
→ [rated: f, n/a]. domestic fluff. andrew pope cody x gn!reader.
summary: your sweet boyfriend who comes home to give you a flower.
content warnings: mentions of andrew's family and the "jobs". andrew's such a cutie patootie :( no use of y/n for reader insert.
word count: 1k.
andrew's a blue collar man.
andrew cody who's working as a mechanic in a little shop in some suburbs, away from oceanside. he never liked his family or the role he played in that mess. but if there was one andrew was, and you might even consider a fatal flaw of his, is loyal. andrew’s nothing but loyal, even if it kills him.
ever since he's known himself, he wanted to change. change his life around, walk away from his mother and brothers, especially after his twin died. he just never had a reason strong enough to do it.
that is, until you came into his life.
andrew never thought he deserved something as good and as pure as you, but he'd keep you anyway. he's a selfish man, after all.
you never liked his family, but he didn't let you go around them too much. he wanted to keep you separated, untouched by the filth of the name cody. but you never interfered with that; it was his family, and you trusted that andrew knew his limits — even if he sometimes chose to ignore them.
one night, one of the many that he couldn't sleep, he confessed his desire to run away. he said he wanted to start over. try to be different. not good, just different. and in response you said ‘why not?’
you thought that maybe he'd regret the decision and want to go back to his family, but no. the loyalty he had to you suppressed whatever it was he had for the people that raised him.
that's how you ended up on the other side of the country, in a small town in whatever state you moved to. he had enough money to buy a small house, just for the two of you to live comfortably.
andrew was quick to find a job for himself. he had no diplomas and he wasn't that smart, he told you when you suggested getting enrolled with a community college class. you wanted to go back to california and kill his mother with your bare hands for making him believe such thing. but you only nodded, deciding not push him.
and now he's a blue collar man. your blue collar man. you're happy with your new life; you get to live a normal, and most important safe life with the man you love. you get to pack his lunches and send him off with a kiss and a hug.
you get to see a future with andrew.
you get to see him every day, safe and in a better headspace he's ever been. you get to see him come home covered in grease and not blood — his or anyone else's. you get to go to work and come home and stop worrying every time the phone rings, thinking something went wrong with the jobs he pulled for his genitor.
it's a particular hot day. the sun is out with full force, seemingly wanting to burn the planet. thankfully, it's your day off, so you stay home, with the ac blasting. you hate the heat, it's not your fault.
you jump from the couch when you hear keys jiggling on the door. it's only noon, he wasn't supposed to be home yet. before the door's fully open, you're scrambling on your feet to meet him halfway.
“andy, you okay?” you ask first as soon as he comes into your view. “did i forget to pack your lunch?”
“no, sweets, you packed my lunch,” he answers, dropping his keys on the the rack by the door, his work bag on the floor. “i just wanted to come home and see you,” he explains, coming to wrap both arms around you. he stops himself short though; he's sweaty and covered in car grease.
you don't care and throw yourself into his arms first.
“i missed you,” he mumbles, rough hands going up and down on your back.
“missed you too,” you say, voice muffled on his neck.
few seconds later, when you pull back, andrew pulls something from his back pocket — a single little flower. its petals and soft colors in contrast with his callused, dirty hands — grease and who knows what else from working in cars all morning.
you gasp, eyes widening a bit as you look between the flower and his expectant face.
“i saw this on the side walk when i was taking my break,” he says, almost timidly, you can tell, his cheeks dusted with a pink hue. “and it reminded me of you. i wanted you to have it.”
“andy, it's so pretty,” you say, reaching for it like it's the most precious thing in the world. andrew's heart flutters in his chest at your expression. it looks like he just gave you the best gift of your life, and not just a flower he picked up from the sidewalk.
but it is, in fact, the most pretty thing you've received. of course, he's given you gifts before. expansive ones, by the way. but this one — this simple, almost too small to miss, made him think of you. made him leave his job to come all the way back just to give you this.
it brightens up your whole life.
“i love it, andy. thank you so much,” he takes the daisy from your hand, carefully arranging it on top of your ear. a little flower for his favorite person. you hug him again, mindful to not crush the flower between your bodies.
half an hour later, when he absolutely has to go back to work, you're still smiling big, all teeth and crinkles by your eyes. andrew's in a good mood for the rest of the day, just because of that smile.
Little series written for Frankie February. The filthy story of how you met the worlds sweetest man.
Warnings listed individually for each fic.
Wingman - You meet Frankie at the bar and think he’s perfect. Shame he’s only talking to you because his friend is interested in yours.
If Overthinking Were an Olympic Sport... - It’s the day after you met Frankie at the bar and your intrusive thoughts get the better of you.
Valentine Calamity - it’s the day of your first date with Frankie and it seems like everything is going wrong. Luckily Frankie is good at making you feel better.
Control - already feeling fragile about your relationship with Frankie, your mom pours gas on the fire and Frankie is there to put it out.
AU
Rewind - what would Frankie do if he had a little extra time in the day?AU of the same couple from the Wingman series (at a more established point in their relationship).
Summary: your older brother Santi has always been against you dating his hot best friend, Frankie Morales, so when the cockblocker leaves town for a week, you work out a daring plan to seduce the man of your wet dreams.
Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, not specified age gap, brother’s best friend Frankie, soft dom vibes Frankie, horny reader, seductress reader, use of a sex toy, f!masturbation, fingering, nipple play, fem!oral duh! it’s Frankie, soooo many orgasms, unprotected piv, Frankie has a huge cock, creampie, praise kink, pussy pronouns, swearing, mention of a gun use, mention of a belly bulge.
Word count: 6,5k
A/n: I’m so excited to finally share this story with you all! I’ve been working on it for a while and fell in love with the characters, especially with reader (she’s a menace lol) I hope the fic will make you horny and maybe you’ll get a few giggles out of it idk Wet kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing and being mine♥️ The title was inspired by the lyrics of ‘I touch myself’ by Divinyls. Dividers by @cursed-carmine 💞
Frankie Morales Masterlist || MASTERLIST
You'd been into Frankie Morales for a few months now but just like Romeo and Juliet you two couldn't be together. All because of your cockblocking brother Santi who stood in your way into Frankie's pants. Pants with a very prominent bulge at that!
Every time you checked out his hot best friend at a party or a casual get-together, Santi hissed into your ear, "Don't even think about it!" Every time you noticed Frankie's brown eyes linger on you, your brother would pull the man of your wet dreams aside and read him a lecture. Probably something about you being too young for him, or Frankie's lifestyle being too chaotic to share with his precious sister, yadda, yadda, yadda.
Of course, you still loved your brother and his concerns were reasonable. Santi wanted only the best for you, and dating a military guy, who was away most of the year, doing some risky shit, wasn't the life he envisioned for you. Still it was hard to suppress anger, burning in your chest. Who gave him the right to say who you could or couldn't date?
Being fed up with Santi's control, you finally decided to act and get Frankie to dick you down behind your brother's back.
A perfect opportunity arose when Santi left for a week-long work trip. Frankie and him were roommates so as soon as your brother’s plane took off you appeared on their apartment’s doorstep with your bags. Batting your lashes at the man, you lied that your building had a rat infestation and Santi offered you his room to stay in during the extermination. Frankie furrowed his eyebrows. He wasn’t an idiot and probably greatly doubted that his friend let his younger sister live with him but luckily for you there was no way to check it — Santi was in some remote country in the middle of nowhere, impossible to contact. You applied all your acting skills to sound convincing and your pleading eyes softened the man’s already tender heart.
“Thank you, Frankie,” you purred, stepping through the door, biting your lip and hiding a triumphant smile.
And just like that the game was on. Frankie and you began living together and you were doing everything in your power to seduce him. You made sure to wear as little clothing as possible, parading around the house with your ass and tits almost out but to your dismay Frankie avoided you like a plague. As soon as you would settle next to him on the sofa, ready to watch whatever he had on at that time, he fled to his room under some lame excuse.
You even tried to cook for him and he seemed grateful when you did, but always stayed respectful, praising you, while you needed him to disrespectfully bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck your brains out.
Nothing seemed to work. The week was almost over and you were getting desperate until an idea popped into your mind. The plan was quite ballsy but you saw no other option to get that cock. It was a matter of ‘go big or go home’. Literally.
One evening when Frankie was in the apartment you ran yourself a nice bubble bath in the shared bathroom, undressed, hoping it was the last time you wore clothes that night, and got in. You took a deep breath of the sweet strawberry scent and laid back comfortably in the hot tub. Show time!
“Frankieeee!” You shouted, calling your new roommate. “Frankieee!!”
A few seconds later you heard his velvet voice from behind the door.
“Yes?”
“Frankie, I need your help,” you whined loudly so he could hear. “I’m taking a bath and I already got in but .. ugh.. I forgot something in my room.”
“What? Towels?” Frankie’s voice was getting quieter — he was probably on his way to your bedroom.
“No-no-no! It’s … Can you get me my vibe, please.”
There was ringing silence behind the door until Frankie cleared his throat and asked,
“Your what?”
“My vibe! Vibrator, Frankie.… Can you bring it to me? The bedside table. Top drawer.”
His nervous chuckle followed your words.
“Sweetheart…,” he started saying but you interrupted him,
“Oh, c’mon! We’re both adults. Don’t be such a prude!”
That did it. His ego was probably hurt by your name calling and you heard a sigh.
“‘K. Second.”
Your lips spread into a grin. Everything was going according to plan.
A few moments later you heard footsteps.
“Here”, Frankie said and his hand appeared in the door gap. You giggled, seeing him carefully holding your toy only with his finger tips.
“Frankie, I’m in the tub,” you reminded him with a slight annoyance in your voice. “Can you give it to me, please?”
He seemed hesitant so you added,
“There’re lots of bubbles. You won’t see a thing.”
“Ok,” he said after another sigh and then raised his voice to announce, “I’m coming in!”
Oh poor, clueless Frankie! Thinking that you don’t want him to see you naked meanwhile that was the main thing you’d been after for months.
He walked in with his eyes squeezed shut, his head turned away from you, his cheeks rosy with embarrassment, and you smiled at how unbearably cute he was.
But adoration wasn’t the only thing you were feeling. Frankie was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a dark t-shirt and your hungry eyes immediately slid over his big strong body. Even submerged in water you got wetter, checking him out.
“Hey, don't be silly!” you giggled. “You can look, I’m all covered.”
The man slightly opened his eyes, holding his arm stretched so you’d take the vibe from him, yet you didn’t rush to do it. You waited until he was standing by the tub. His gaze quickly slid over the foamy water surface and his chest expanded. You hoped that a twitch of his brow was a sign of disappointment. He couldn’t take a peek and it was on purpose — you didn’t want to seem desperate though you definitely were.
“See? Nothing scandalous,” you said, giving him a sweet smile, and only then took the vibe from his big hand.
“Santi’d kill me if he saw us right now,” Frankie mumbled with a nervous smile, watching you grab the toy at the base and start ‘mindlessly’ gliding the other hand up and down the shaft. Of course, you knew what you were doing.
“Santi wouldn’t do shit,” you said confidently, playing with the sex toy in your hands. “And he’s not the boss of me. I’m a big girl.”
Frankie hummed, his eyes glued to your wet hand that was slowly jerking off the toy. When you swiped your thumb over the silicone tip, the man swallowed hard, and you had to drop your head to hide a happy smile.
To your joy Frankie wasn’t in a rush to leave the room. Instead he crossed his arms in front of his broad chest, and gliding his thumb over the lower lip, mused,
“Never seen this model before.”
Your surprise was so big that you almost dropped the vibe into the water. Having collected yourself quickly, you asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible,
“Really?” At that point your heart was pounding, your pussy was aching, your core was burning with desire. Being naked with the man you’d wanted for so long, you were a horny mess. Still you took a deep breath and said, looking up at him, “It’s a popular model. They call it ‘the rabbit’.”
“Rabbit?” Frankie chuckled, his cheeks growing red. You nodded. “Yeah, because of the ears I guess.” You immediately seized the opportunity to paint him a vivid picture.
“This part…,” you glided the tip of your finger up the shaft, “— goes inside me. And this one —,” you pinched a thinner, smaller part with little ‘ears’ - “—stimulates my clit.”
You glanced at Frankie as you finished talking, hoping to see the effect of your words. And hell yeah you did! The man was listening to you with his eyes half-lidded, rubbing his scruffy cheek with a big palm, while his chest was rising and falling rapidly. He was shifting on his bare feet, getting progressively hard, judging by the tent in his sweats.
When Frankie caught you looking at his crotch he cleared his throat and quickly grabbed a towel off the rack to hide his hard-on.
“I’m not getting out yet, Frankie,” you smiled. He was so cute when he was embarrassed.
“Oh, ok… yeah… just… this one’s not fresh,” he mumbled, nodding down at the towel in his arms. “I’ll get you a new one.”
You were afraid he’d leave under that shitty excuse, but Frankie surprised you again and stayed by the tub.
“And... won’t it malfunction? In the water I mean,” he said, his brows furrowed in concentration, as if he was talking about a car or something but his pupils were blown out, his forehead was sweaty and not from the heat of the bath.
“Oh no, it’s water-resistant. I use it all the time when I take a bath.”
You wanted— no, needed him to have those images flooding his mind, so you continued, still running your fingers over the toy.
“It helps me unwind after a long day. Being single, I have to find a way….” You sighed and glanced up at Frankie. It seemed like he wasn’t breathing, mesmerized by your words and movements, but you had no mercy for the man so you went for the kill.
“It’s a little thick for me though,” you complained, your lips in a pout. “I always need prep.”
Frankie let out a half hum-half moan and then coughed to cover up the noise he’d made. Meanwhile you kept going,
“See, I can’t put it in all at once, I usually let it buzz against my clit first, to slowly open me up.”
You could hear Frankie panting as he was listening to you. His hand darted to his crotch under the towel and he adjusted himself.
You knew that it was it, the moment for the final strike. You searched for Frankie’s eyes and then purred, as seductively as you could,
“Frankie…. Wanna watch me use it?”
The man opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water, and then chuckled nervously, probably thinking you were joking.
“I’m serious,” you stated, your eyes glued to his.
Frankie’s smile disappeared and he clutched the towel closer to his crotch.
“Santi..,” he started.
“…Isn’t here,” you finished his sentence with a wink and then lowered your voice to a whisper. “And I’m very good at keeping secrets.”
Frankie nervously bit his lower lip and shook his head.
“No— shit, I —,” he was inching back towards the exit and fear squeezed your heart — what if he leaves right now? What if your plan fails? What if he isn’t interested in you at all and you’ve been living in a delulu land, thinking that he likes you.
When Frankie came up to the door, you were ready to cry from embarrassment. ‘I’ll pack my shit and go home,’ you thought.
Frankie’s hand was on the handle for a few long as hell seconds. Then he slowly turned around and faced you.
His expression set your body on fire — his eyes were dark, they lacked the usual warmth, instead you saw fiery lust and need in his blown out pupils.
He leaned back against the door and breathed out, “Show me.”
Frankie’s order turned you on so much, you almost came on the spot. He looked incredibly hot at that moment — arms crossed, muscles bulging, sweatpants showcasing a fat boner, his cock’s outline visible even in the steamy bathroom. You needed all that meat inside you! The stakes were really high (and huge) so you decided to give Frankie a good show.
With a ‘shy’ smile you turned the rabbit on and soft buzzing filled the room. Frankie took a sharp breath when you submerged it in the water.
“Gonna start slow,” you announced, resting your head on the rim of the tub. Then you closed your eyes and pressed the working vibe to your clit.
“Ahhhh… feels so good,” you breathed out, telling the absolute truth. The toy was sending waves of pleasure through your body, already aroused to the maximum, and your crush watching you made it a million times hotter. Your eyes fluttered open and you looked at Frankie.
He was standing by the door, his expression concentrated, and despite his relaxed posture he seemed to be as tense as a guitar string.
Not breaking eye contact you let out a soft moan and Frankie visibly shuddered.
“Fuck…,” he murmured. “You playing with your …?”
“My clit, yeah,” you whimpered. “Shall I put it inside? What do you think?”
Frankie’s lips parted and he ran his hand through his damp curls.
“Shit, yeah… put it in.”
“Ohhh,” you suddenly whined with exaggeration, drawing your brows together and pouting your lips. “It’s gonna hurt.. my tight pussy ain’t ready yet.”
Frankie pushed himself off the door, his eyes widened, and walked closer to you, his hands raised.
“No, fuck, sweetie, I... please, don’t hurt yourself,” he said in panic.
You were staring at him for a few seconds, making him sweat, until your pout disappeared.
“I’m fucking with you, Frankie,” you giggled and his jaw dropped. Then he smiled and cursed under his breath, the tension leaving his body with a deep sigh of relief.
“You're pure evil,” he chuckled and rubbed his flashed face with both hands.
Your heart fluttered from how adorable he was, but your pussy was still empty so you got to work. You spread your thighs wider under the water and nudged the tip of the toy at your entrance.
“I’m putting it in, Frankie.”
He gave you a curt nod, his eyes intent.
You rested the back of your head on the bathtub rim, then slowly began pushing the shaft inside you, your eyes closed, lips parted. You let Frankie read your expression and imagine what was happening under the water.
“I’m so full already and it’s just half inside me,” you murmured, not opening your eyes. Frankie was breathing loudly, just like you and, your imagination drew you a delicious picture that it was his cock sliding inside you.
“Ahhhh, Frankie,” you whimpered, feeling yourself on the brink of ecstasy from the vision.
“I’m here, baby.” You heard him much closer and opened your eyes. Frankie was standing an arm length from you now, watching you as he was palming his huge bulge. The sight shot a lightning through your body and your pussy began pulsing around the toy.
“Are you..?” Frankie asked and you nodded, squeezing your eyes shut, and arching your back.
The movement made your tits jump out of the water and Frankie groaned.
“Sweetheart, I can see..”
“S’ok…want you to look,” trembling with ecstasy you begged him.
The pleasure waves were rolling over you for what felt like eternity and the foamy water was splashing on the floor while your body was shaking in the tub.
After one orgasm with Frankie by your side you were a mess. Your hair was wet, your breaths ragged and fast, your limbs shaking. But you had to concentrate. You needed to hit a homerun and come on Frankie’s cock.
He seemed wrecked, too, and you were afraid that he’d bust right into his sweatpants. You had to act fast. ‘That load must end up in my pussy,’ you thought. ‘Or in my mouth at least.’
You carefully pulled the toy out and whined glancing up at Frankie.
“It was good but it doesn’t compare to the real thing.” Frankie nodded absentmindedly, probably still shell shocked from the sight of his best friend’s sister coming in front of him.
“Frankie, baby, want to give me “the real thing”? You said loudly, waking him up. Frankie blinked a few times, took a deep breath and then sat on the edge of the tub. You could smell his cologne, that’s how close he was. He looked deep into your eyes and rasped,
“Come for me one more time. Then I’ll fuck you.”
Oh. Dear. God.
Frankie’s voice, usually soft and gentle, was now gruff and coated with lust. His tone and the order made you shiver even in the hot tub.
Suddenly you felt small, just a girl being under the command of this bigger stronger man. His sudden dominance shot electricity straight to your pussy.
You didn’t make him wait. Completely speechless you switched the toy on and brought it underwater and to your needy cunt.
“Frankie,” you whispered, putting your free hand over his, and feeling what you needed, the man got on one knee next to you right on the wet floor.
“M’here, sweetie,” he assured you, watching your face while you were inserting the vibe inside your core. “That’s it.. jus’ like that, babygirl. Make yourself feel good for me.”
His eyes —two black pits of desire — were sliding over your face, twisting with pleasure, your wet neck and glistening chest, now out of the water and fully exposed. Besides, the foam wasn’t as thick as before, it was floating here and there in patches, so Frankie could surely see your naked body, your hand holding the vibe between your legs, your folds spread open.
“You’re so hot,” he breathed out, almost choking on the words.
You could say the same about him. Your heart eyes were set on Frankie, the man you’d been craving for so long. His handsome face was inches from yours and you wanted to count every freckle, lick a stripe along his scruffy jawline, taste the wetness on his plush lips.
“Kiss me,” you muttered, your voice shaky with need. A little smile appeared on his lips before he pressed them to yours. The kiss was soft and slow at first but moments later animalistic hunger overtook you both and it grew desperate and intense. Your free hand wrapped around the back of his neck, holding him close, his tongue plunged into your mouth and tangled with yours. He was drinking your whimpers, leaving his own moans on your lips. You were plunged into an ocean of ecstasy with him kissing you, with your pussy being stimulated by the vibe.
Yet you needed more. You needed Frankie.
“Baby,” you whined, parting from his lips. “I don’t want the toy. I want you.”
Frankie looked into your pleading eyes and nodded.
“Pull it out.”
You did what he said and let the rabbit fall on the floor with a thud.
“How many fingers do you want, princess?”
The pet name made you purr. You were so turned on you could probably take his whole fist but it seemed too extreme for the first time so you replied,
“Two’s fine.”
Frankie nodded. He placed his big palm on your knee, then slowly slid it down your wet inner thigh and into the water. When his fingers reached your heat, you gasped softly and bucked your hips. Watching your face intently, Frankie cupped your pussy and gave it a light squeeze, making you moan.
“Oh yeahhhh..,” you whined as he was gently massaging your folds. Soon you started squirming with anticipation so Frankie leaned closer to your face and kissed you again. As you were sucking on his tongue, he pushed two of his fingers inside you. You took a sharp breath, swept away by the sensation of his thick digits plunging into your core, curling inside you and pushing on the soft spot. His thumb wasn’t resting either— he was rubbing your puffy clit slowly and steadily, bringing you closer to your orgasm with every stroke of his fingers.
When you started trembling on the brink of a second orgasm, Frankie parted from you to watch your ecstatic expression.
“You’re doing amazing, sweetheart. Opening up for me real good.”
He was scissoring your cunt with his two fingers, whispering into your ear,
“You think your little rabbit is a challenge to take? You haven’t seen my cock.”
Your jaw dropped and if your pussy could scream she would.
Then Frankie brought his free hand to your wet breast and his fingers closed on your pebbled nipple. He was twitching it with a perfect pressure, his eyes on your face, his other hand fingering your pussy under the water. A loud whine rang in the room as you started unraveling for a second time, while Frankie was making you see stars.
“Good girl,” he praised you and leaned down to suck your nipple into his hot mouth. He was swirling his tongue around your hardened bud, prolonging your orgasm, while your walls were clenching around his moving fingers.
When your body relaxed, Frankie kissed you again but as amazing as it was you couldn’t wait for what he’d promised.
“Frankie,” you whined. “Fuck me.”
He chuckled, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours and said the words you’d been dreaming of hearing — “Let’s get you to my room.”
You were grateful when Frankie stood up and offered you his hand because your legs were weak and shaky from all the climaxes.
When you slowly rose up, dripping water, Frankie froze.
“Wow,” he muttered, shamelessly ogling your dripping naked body.
“I hope it’s a good wow,” you said playfully.
“It is, princess. You’re beautiful.”
You could stand like that forever — being under Frankie’s gaze filled with admiration and lust made your heart sing and pussy purr but the ache in your core reminded you why you’d been doing all that. After you stepped out of the bath, Frankie dried you off with a towel, his hands running up and down your body carefully as if you were made of glass. Soon he was carrying you in his arms, bridal style, to his bedroom. Your arms were thrown around his neck and you were nuzzling it.
“You smell so good,” you whispered, darting your tongue out to get a taste of his skin. He chuckled and kissed your temple.
Frankie’s bedroom was typical for a bachelor- a little messy, with minimum of furniture and only practical things around. You had no time to appreciate the room decor though, your mind was set on one thing, your pussy was begging to be fucked.
Frankie strutted to the bed and as soon as he carefully lowered you on the covers you threw the towel off your body and sat on your knees stark naked. When you were with Frankie, a birthday suit was the only thing you wanted to wear.
“You’ll get cold,” Frankie muttered, looking concerned, but you shrugged his comment off. Your body was on fire because of him and putting on clothes was the last thing you wanted to do. So you pulled him onto the bed, straddled his lap and pressed your hungry pussy to his clothed hard-on.
“You’ll warm me,” you purred, pushing your tits against his torso. He whispered ‘naughty girl’ before his lips found yours. You were making out, your hips rolling, your heat grinding against his cockbulge, probably leaving stains all over his sweats.
Then your body betrayed you — you shivered in Frankie’s arms.
“Baby, you’re cold,” he said, parting from your eager lips.
“Ugh! sometimes I hate how sweet you are!” You grumbled and looked around. “Ah!” You jumped off his lap, hating it immediately, and grabbed a flannel shirt that was lying on a chair. You quickly threw it on and rushed to return to his lap.
“Happy now?” You asked him with a smile, your hands on Frankie’s shoulders. He swallowed hard as his eyes were travelling over your still barely covered body.
“You look so hot in my clothes.” The praise made you bite your lip and you purred,
“I bet you look hot without them.”
Frankie chuckled and pulled you close for another kiss. Meanwhile your hand slithered down to the hem of his shirt and you tugged it up and off him.
Your mouth began salivating right away — his chest was broad and strong, a little hairy just how you liked it, his soft belly with a happy trail made your brain short-circuit.
You glided your palms over his pecks down to his stomach, hooked your fingers under his sweats waistband and batted your lushes at him.
“Frankieeee, take them off,” you whined, tugging on his pants.
“Not so fast, babygirl,” he smiled, taking your hands in his.
You were ready to cry with frustration but he brought his lips to your ear and murmured.
“Lemme taste you first.”
Suddenly he let out a groan, flipped you on your back, and pinned you to the bed with his heavy body.
The whiplash made you gasp but you happily opened your legs and arms for his big frame.
He gave you a passionate kiss but soon his lips began traveling down your body.
Holy fuck! You thought, realizing where he was heading. You were buzzing with excitement when he opened his shirt on you to pepper open-mouth kisses all over your breasts. He sucked on your nipples, humming from pleasure, giving attention to both buds. You knew your pussy was going to be the best stop so when he climbed all the way down, your thighs were thrown apart, his meal already served.
“Damn,” he breathed out when his eyes landed on your blooming cunt. His jaw slackened, his gaze clouded, he was staring at your heat for a few moments.
You were barely breathing, waiting for what he was going to do next.
“Wanted to do it for so long,” Frankie murmured and looked up at you from between your legs.
You opened your mouth to ask “Really?” but only a moan escaped your mouth when his lips reached your pussy. He started leaving soft kisses over your folds, your inner thighs, slowly and sensually driving you crazy with lust. His beard and moustache were a bit tickly but you didn’t care. You knew you’d come the second he gave some love to your clit, but as if being aware Frankie of that avoided touching it.
“You wanted me?” You asked, trying to ground yourself to a conversation.
Frankie looked up at you and nodded.
“Since the day we’ve met.”
You couldn’t believe your ears. “What?”
“Yeah,” Frankie said quietly, his lips dancing all over your spread pussy. “Santi stopped me from asking you out.”
“Arghhhh, asshole,” you growled, your eyes rolling to the back of your head with pleasure, and Frankie chucked.
“Yeah. I feel a little bad though…he’s gonna be mad.” Frankie glanced up at you with a trace of worry in his dark eyes before his tongue licked a stripe from your hole to your clit.
“Fuck him,” you moaned.
Frankie smiled against your folds and then took a deep breath of your scent, his nose nudging your clit. He whimpered and the sound made you clench and gush right onto his bearded chin.
Frankie hungrily licked it off and began eating you out in earnest.
“Look at this little pussy…,” he mumbled to you or to himself in between kisses and licks. “Delicious. No one can keep me away from her now.”
You giggled but your cheer soon evaporated when Frankie pushed your thighs down with his strong hands, opened his mouth wide and fully covered your wet pussy with it. His tongue pushed between your folds and he started swirling it around your twitching clit, meanwhile sucking on your pussy like he wanted to eat it whole.
“Fuckkkkkkkkk,” you whined, losing your mind from the noises, the sensation and the sight between your legs. The hottest man you knew — Frankie Morales, was feasting on your leaking cunt, moaning and slurping, slurping and moaning.
“Frankieeee,” you screamed, clutching his soft curls in your clammy hands. The man groaned and said, still ears deep in your pussy,
“Just like that, baby, keep saying my name.”
“Frankie- Frankie- Frankie- Frankie,” you chanted, closing and opening your eyes, trembling from immense amounts of pleasure.
When Frankie began sucking on your clit, massaging it with his lips, your back arched off the bed and clasping the covers between your fingers you started coming hard, your thighs tense under his palms. While you were thrashing and sobbing beneath him, Frankie brought his mouth lower and began drinking your juices which were seeping generously out of your clenching hole. Every nudge of his nose against your clit made you jerk with another ecstatic shock.
You’d never had such a perfect oral before and your lashes were covered in tears when Frankie plopped on the bed next to you.
“You ok?” He asked you as you were lying motionless and brain dead from all the orgasms. When you didn’t respond he cupped your face and rubbed your cheek with his thumb.
“We don’t have to continue today, princess. I see how spent you are …”
“Nonononono,” you hastily chanted, your eyes opened widely, your head shaking left and right frantically. “I’m good! Let’s fuck!”
Scared to death that Frankie’s cock would slip out of your hands, you sat up, threw his shirt off your body and quickly straddled Frankie’s hips.
He hissed and pulled you closer onto his stomach.
“Sorry, m’painfully hard,” he explained and you grinned at the thought.
“Then let me deal with it, baby,” you purred and lifted up on your knees. You moved behind his huge bulge and carefully slid his sweats and boxers down. As soon as your eyes ran down his happy trail, your pussy started tingling and you were ready to scream with excitement when Frankie’s cock was finally revealed to you. It made an epic entrance - it popped out of its confines eagerly, hit his lower belly, precum drops flying everywhere, and began bobbing in front of your widened eyes. You’d never thought you’d fall in love with a cock but at that moment you definitely did.
“Wow,” you commented, your lips parted in awe. Frankie smirked and grabbed the jumping dick by the base.
“Is it a good wow?” He repeated your earlier question and you giggled.
“Absolutely,” you nodded, still staring at the cock you’d been after. It was long and thick, bigger than anything you’d ever taken.
“I’ve been told it was too big a few times…I don’t know if you’ll enjoy… “ Frankie was looking up at you with concern in his eyes, chewing on his inner cheek.
Your jaw dropped. With every other man in the world you’d think it was a humble-brag. But not with Frankie. You were sure that his worry was genuine and real, that he cared about your pleasure and comfort more than about his own needs.
“Hey,” you gave Frankie a warm smile and wrapped your palm around his hand that was holding his cock. “You’re perfect. I’ll take as much as I can today but … a size queen title would suit me I think.”
Frankie laughed and you saw tension leaving his body.
“Yeah, please, stop if it hurts.”
Not scared at all, you scooted forward and pressed your mound to his thick shaft. His tip was at your navel and you both were gawking at how deep he’d be inside you. You swallowed hard but couldn’t wait to sink on all that meat.
Yet the desire to tease him overtook you. Frankie let out the neediest noise when you began grinding your pussy against his shaft, leaving your slick all over the soft skin there, his cock veins bulging underneath, glistening with your wetness. You played with him like this for some time, reveling in the sounds he was making, edging him and yourself.
“Princess, please…”, it was his turn to beg and when you heard his hoarse voice full of need and lust, you folded immediately.
Your hips flew up and you hovered over his waiting cock before your hole met his tip.
“Fuckkkkk,” you breathed out, taking his crown slowly but steadily, your hand splayed on his torso. He dipped his head into the pillow, his mouth opened, as you kept sinking on him inch by inch, your walls stretching around his girth.
“Is it all in?” You asked with your voice shaky, feeling unbelievably full.
Frankie choked on another moan, his stomach tense, hands gripping your hips tighter. You were driving him crazy with your pussy and you loved it.
“Ok, ok,” he gruffed and licked his thumb before bringing it to your clit. “Lemme help, my size queen.”
He began rubbing your slicked up bud with a perfect pace, not flicking it like a light switch like some of your exes had done, but drawing tight circles over it.
“So good…,” you whimpered, your pussy loosening up for his huge cock. Frankie’s caress really helped and soon you felt a cushion of his balls under your ass.
You both breathed out with satisfaction but soon Frankie pulled his brows together.
“I won’t last, baby. You’re so damn tight.”
“It’s ok, it’s ok,” you assured him and rolled your hips, drawing a moan out of the man. “Come inside me.. I’m on a pill.”
“Dios…” Frankie muttered, with his jaw slacked, his eyes hazy and dark. You were riding him and he placed his big hands on your bouncing tits. He was kneading them, twitching your nipples, groaning loudly.
You weren’t silent either, your moans were mixing with his, and the lewd music of your shared pleasure filled the room.
Frankie’s lustful gaze was hungrily sliding over your naked body, his puppy eyes gone, now you saw an animal in them, hungry and passionate.
“This is what you wanted, huh? My cock deep inside you? Right here…,” he placed his palm on your lower belly, probably feeling his huge cock under your sweaty skin.
You nodded eagerly, turned up to the maximum with the way he was talking to you.
“Yeah…played your little games, naughty little girl…lured me to the bathroom so I’d give it to you good…”
“You are… you feel so good, Frankie,” you chanted, dancing on his cock, moving sensually, giving him something to remember.
The adoration in his eyes added to your ecstasy, his thumb was still working your clit, and soon you began exploding in front of his clouded eyes, eagerly sliding up and down his long shaft, riding out the climax that was making you shake and moan. You’d probably collapse if not for Frankie’s big hands around your waist, holding you up.
“S’my—girllll,” Frankie praised you and immediately started squirting his cum against your fluttering walls, filling you like an eclair with his creamy load.
Your pussy milked him till the last drop, till his balls were empty, and happy with your work, you fell on Frankie’s chest.
He wrapped his muscular arms around you and held you close, while both of you were catching your breath.
You’d fall asleep like that, with him inside you, but Frankie turned onto his side, taking you with him. Then he covered both of your bodies with a blanket and pulled you closer.
You felt him nuzzling your hair and breathe in your scent. It made you smile.
Despite being content and well fucked, you couldn’t help but ask,
“Frankie… it’s not gonna be our last time, right?” You were looking at him with Bambi eyes, scared to hear the answer. After experiencing all that, you knew in your heart that you wouldn’t want to call Frankie just your brother’s best friend again.
“I told you…,” Frankie muttered, resting his forehead against yours. “No one can keep me away from you now. You’re mine.”
Mine!
You doubted that you’d ever smiled as widely as at that moment. His words filled your chest with so much joy you squeaked and threw your arms around his broad shoulders.
You finally had him, finally felt his heart beating against yours, finally had access to his huge cock, finally saw unconcealed admiration in his beautiful kind eyes.
Suddenly fear panged your heart. With all the scheming and thirsting over the man, you forgot to ask yourself. What’s next?
You parted from Frankie abruptly, your eyes widened.
“You know that Santi has a gun, yeah?”
Frankie chuckled.
“He has a few, actually.”
You whined and began chewing on your thumb nail nervously. You knew Santi wouldn’t do anything to you but to his friend? What if he’d want to fight him? What if they’d hurt each other. The consequences of your horny actions suddenly began to feel very real and upcoming.
Seeing your worried expression, Frankie cupped your cheek and leaned closer to your face, searching for your eyes.
“It’s gonna be fine, princess. I’ll fight for you if I had to.”
You mewled in terror and he added hastily, “not like that! Not physically. I’ll talk to Santi. I’ll make him accept it… accept us.”
You slowly nodded, feeling a little better. Then a thought popped into your naughty head so you clang to his body and whispered,
“But… can’t we sneak around for some time?”
“See each other in secret?”
You nodded, your mind drawing you pictures of forbidden hook-ups, fucking in the bathroom at parties, Frankie’s palm over your mouth, keeping your moans from being heard.
“It’ll be so hot…,” you mumbled with your eyes clouded by lust.
“It will be,” Frankie groaned, grabbing your asscheek with his hand and pushing his already hard cock against you. “But until Santi’s back…” he pinned you to the bed, settled between your legs, and whispered, brushing your lips with his, “I’m gonna use every second I have to make you scream as loudly as you can.”
Frankie swallowed your needy “yes, please” and pierced your wet pussy with his big cock.
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3 year old Daeron thinks he’s being sneaky by stealing strawberries of Gwayne’s plate. Completely unaware that Gwayne only has so many strawberries so the boy can ‘steal’ them. Targ!reader
Based on a little girl I met at a wedding, she kept ‘stealing’ from her dad’s plate.
“What are you doing?” You ask the giggling boy who’s just taken a strawberry of Gwayne’s plate the man pretending not to notice when he fills his wine glass. Daeron giggling the whole time when he goes to take another.
“Stealing from Kepa.” He attempts to whisper. Gwayne ‘coincidently’ looking the other direction making comments about how nice the hall is decorated. A smile on the man’s face at the giggles, loving moments like this. You all at a wedding for one of Gwayne’s cousins from his mother’s side.
“You’re so sneaky.” You whisper, giggling with the boy when you ‘sneak’ your own strawberry of your husbands plate. You’re interrupted by Daeron’s best friend, Alyssa running over to show Daeron her new dress. The girl being flower girl and very proud of herself. Before both run off to play. “Gwayne where have all your strawberries gone.”
“I have no idea.” He responds sarcastically, adding more to his plate as he knows his little prince will want more when he comes back. “I must of eaten them without realising.”
“How odd.” You laugh, Gwayne not even liking strawberry’s that much but your son loving them. “You really must see a maester about that.”
“He’s having fun.” Gwayne says noticing the boy playing with his best friend. Daeron pretending to fly while Alyssa ‘sneaks’ around some of the tables.
“What are they doing?” Alyssa’s mother asks having joined you while you watch the children.
“Playing dragon princess.” You explain, her mother understanding immediately. It being their favourite game.
“Pardon?” The girls father asks, having planned on speaking with Gwayne about some but getting distracted by you and his wife.
“He’s a dragon who’s trying to rescue the princess who’s also trying to escape.” Gwayne explains, having had to play with them multiple times over the moons.
“Children can be so creative.” Her mother ,Maria, says smiling at the sight of the children. Her noting that Gwayne is looking at the dance floor every so often, knowing you love to dance. “Go mingle, we can keep an eye on the children.”
“Are you sure?” You check, knowing the kids have had quite a bit of sugar.
“Yes, go have fun.” She says squeezing your hand. “Dance, mingle, make Daeron a sibling. I don’t care but have fun.”
“Maria!” You whisper shout in shock, her just shooing you in response.
“Will you dance with me princess?” Gwayne asks you after mounting ‘thank you’ the Maria. Grateful for some time with you.
“I’d love too Ser.” You say smiling while you take his hand.
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“Muuñaa.” You hear Daeron whine, having ‘snuck’ into your chambers a few moments ago. Him tapping your arm wanting your attention.
“Daaeron.” You mock back, picking the boy up so he can be between you and Gwayne in bed. Your husband pretending to sleep, you having been kissing before getting interrupted by a three year old. “What are you doing out of bed my little dragon?”
“Can’t sleep.” The little boy pouts, him still not liking sleeping on his own.
“That’s not good.” You say, letting the boy snuggle into you. Used to having a three year old in bed with you by now.
“No it not.” He agrees nodding, holding his toy dragon close to his chest. “Need Tessie.”
“Well Tessie is sleeping with her muña, but you can see each other tomorrow.” You say, knowing that Tessarion will be cuddling up with your dragon. Silverwing having a clutch of eggs at the same time Daeron was born, Tessarion hatching and flying in through his window when both were only a few hours old.
“But-.”
“But nothing my little dragon.” Gwayne says brushing the boys messy hair out of his face, the man wanting to sleep. “It’s sleep time.”
“Sleep here.” Daeron says clearly tired but not wanting to admit it. “Scales need muña and kepa.”
“Ok.” You reply not surprised he’s using his toy as an excuse to sleep with you both.
“Love you.” He mumbles sleep catching up on him.
“Love you too sweetheart.” You and Gwayne mumble in unison, also falling asleep.
Jack Abbot x resident fem!reader
summary: after weeks of brutal shifts, endless charts, Robbie's never-ending attitude and your lack of ability to slow down and take a break, jack decides you've had enough and invites you over
Word count: 4.5(ish)k
rating: smut/fluff 18+
warnings: smut18+, praise, protected sex, fingering in V, breast play, aftercare, reader exhaustion/work burnout, fluff, comfort, lots of kissing, age gap (if you squint), fwb kinda situation but both yearning for more
word count: 4ishk
reader is described to have curly hair
MDNI! 18+
Your fist thudded softly along the wood of his apartment door, hand falling back to your side as you waited for him to open the door. Your body felt heavy, shoulders tense still carrying the weight of the past week on them.
Work had been grueling these past few weeks, shifts seeming to blur into one, back to back consults and surgeries, piles upon piles of unfinished charts that never seemed to get smaller no matter how many you completed, adrenaline highs followed with the crashes and the constant joy of dealing with Robby's never ending shit.
Your body ached, eyes sagged with exhaustion, mood snappy and impatient. He had noticed, watched as you worked yourself to the bone never taking a break, he saw the way you didn't eat on shift and downed red bulls as if they were water and he saw the way robby had been treating you he watched more worried by each passing day.
He hated seeing you like this, like a broken shell of yourself, barely keeping it together- that's why he had organised tonight. He knew Saturday was your last shift for a few days so he had invited you over to spend the night, something the two of you hadn't been able to do for a long while and he'd be lying if he said that he wasn't excited to finally have you in his arms again.
He opened the door and took you in for a second, your curls were pulled back by a head band, small bits of frizz sticking out in a way that he adored, you held a small overnight bag over your shoulder and a tank top and what he recognised as his sweat grey sweat pants, the pair he had given to you the first time you guys had hooked up.
You looked nothing short beautiful, bringing a small smile to the corner of his mouth.
“Hey sweetheart” his voice sent a welcoming warmth down to your stomach as he reached out to take hold of your bag with one hand, the other pulling you into his chest. You rested your forehead there as he twirled his fingers around your hair, resting his chin atop your head as he spoke again.
“Been a tough few weeks hasn't it” he asked, slowly and carefully walking you out of the doorway and into his apartment. He felt as you nodded against him, a sigh left his mouth a hand coming down to rub soft circles along your back. “ I know sweetheart…you did so good though” you felt a kiss come down to the crown of your head bringing a small smile to your face as you gave a small thank you.
“You hungry? I've ordered in sushi” you perked up at the mention of one of your favourite foods
“Shushi?” a laugh came from jack as he looked down at the small smile that appeared on your face, one that he hadn't seen in weeks. He pulled away and made way to the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out containers of sushi, you watched on - stomach softly growling at the sight of food that wasn't a redbull or energy bar.
“We’ve got salmon and avocado, tuna roll, california roll, sashimi, nagiri…take your pick baby.”
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Jack's bedroom was filled with a soft yet comforting silence,you laid next to him with his arms draped lazily over you. The night had been good, exactly what you needed to ease the tension that had been building up in your body.
You laid there eyes closed, hand resting on top of his bare chest. He watched you, taking in your appearance once again, your hair laid messy and loose on your back, skin flushed and glowing from the post orgasm bliss. His hands came to your face, calloused from years of rough and hard work, they touched your face gently, fingers tracing small circles along your cheek bones. It brought a tired smile to your face, you reached up without opening your eyes and pressed his hand to your chest, holding it close.
“There she is” Jack's voice was quiet and soft, breaking the silence of the room “thought you had fallen asleep on me sweetheart” you let out a low laugh as you reached out your arms, stretching your limbs yawning in the process. You laid your head back down this time on his shoulder, his arms coming up to hold you.
“Rough few weeks?” he spoke again, soft stubble brushing the top of your head as he pressed a kiss on top of it. You hummed in response, mind in a small happy daze.
“Yeah I saw sweetheart…you want me to get you some water?” he angled to look down at you.
“No stay” Your quiet command to stay made Jack pause from getting up, he looked back down at you, you're peaceful face and it was more than enough to convince him to settle back down, you wanted him to stay and he wasn't about to argue with that.
There's a long stretch of silence after that, comfortable silence between two people simply existing together, Jack enjoyed moments like this with you, cherished them more than anything. He took in you for what felt like the hundredth time that night, not able to get enough of you, he admired every thing about you, every feature and every small detail. God he doesn't think he's ever seen something quite as beautiful before. It made his heart ache with an all too familiar feeling, a feeling that he hasn't felt in a long time.
“I can feel you staring” Jack pauses at your voice, a smirk pulling at his lips.
“Wasnt staring” he moved his thumb to brush a stray curl from your face. You finally open up your eyes to look at him, eyebrows raising slightly in question. Jack laughed at that, head shaking with a small breathy laugh “okay maybe I was” his voice was low, thumb pushing over your shoulder blade as he let his eyes linger on your own.
“That's what i thought” you joke, eyes closing again, face pushing further into the crook of his neck. He exhales through his nose, almost laughing once again, he doesn't argue with your words, simply accepting the fact he was caught. He didn't mind though, he never minded with you. Instead he settles for pressing a soft kiss to your temple, a firm kiss that lingered for a second before barely pulling away.
“Better?” he mumbled against the skin he had just kissed, voice low and soft with affection.
A pleased hum leaves your mouth at his words, your mind silently racing with thoughts, all of which included him.
“Jack” he looked down at your voice, hand stopping their movements in your hair.
“Yeah love?”
“Why are you so good to me?”
The question was muttered so quietly that Jack almost didn't hear it. It made him pause for a second, wondering what made you ask such a question.
Why wouldn't he be good to you?
“Because you deserve it and I want to” he paused for a second “plus you're tired out” he whispered the last part, hands coming to play with your hair, gently acknowledging the work that you've been doing for everyone.
“I'm tired?”
“Absoulty wiped baby…been working your ass off for weeks” he said it matter of factly, his thumb brushing along your cheek bone.
“So your soultion to that was to have me wined, dined then fucked for three hours straight?” you look back up at him smiling a little. He laughed at that, slightly shocked at your honesty.
“It worked though didn't it?” a smirk tucked at his lips as his hands moved to pull the rest of the way on his chest “felt good?” your eyes found him once again when his finger lifted your chin up to meet him face to face.
“You always make me feel good” your eyes fell down to his lips, your face starting to feel hotter. “Did you feel good?” you ask pressing kisses along his jaw and mouth.
A laugh escaped him “is that even a question’’ his lips met yours once again in a quick yet meaningful kiss. “You should get some sleep baby…your body needs it” his fingers went back to tracing circles on your cheek.
“But I like this” you mumble as you fall back into the comfort of his strong arms.
He feels it, the way your body leans into him seeking out his comfort and warmth. How your body had relaxed against his touch over the last few hours. He didn't bother to argue with you, didn't fight your words cause damn does he like it to. He slowly adjusts his position moving so that he is fully lying down on the bed now, trying to make it more comfortable for you.
Rain pattered against the window outside, the sounds of light traffic driving past filling the room as people went on with their own lives out on the streets. He felt so good in this moment, wishing silently for it to never end.
“Can you touch me again” your voice broke through the room in a quiet command startling him slightly. Your request was soft, asking in a way that wasn't demanding and it bring butterflies back to his stomach. His hand shifts from your own slowly trailing up your stomach making a shiver run down your spine, then move on, coming up to firmly cup your left breast, squeezing ever so gently. The feeling made you gasp slightly, your own hands coming up to his face, angling your head higher so that your lips could touch his, mouths connecting in a firm kiss, your lips were soft against his moving together in practiced precision, heat pooled at the bottom of your stomach once again at the feeling of his lips on yours. Your right hand reached up to grab his own, slowly guiding down below the sheet and between your legs. You pull back to watch for his reaction watching his eyes darken slightly as your hand guides him over your folds. Jack watched on, his length hardening once again at the feeling of you on his hand, his movements were soft and controlled, fingers working gently across your clit. He knew how drained you must have been and he didn't want to over do it.
Your mouth fell open letting out soft moans as the pleasure slowly began to build, your hands pulled at the nap of his neck whilst your hips began to move in sync with the soft circles of his fingers.
It was too much yet not enough at the same time…you needed more.
“Need you..fuck…need you inside baby” your voice came out if short gasps or air, hand reaching down towards his abdomen just slightly brushing over the base of his dick, he swore under his breath as he felt you wrap around him stroking him softly. “Please Jackie”.
His brain down right nearly short circuited at the sound of you breathy plea, and who was he to keep his princess from getting what she wants, he moved both his hands up to your back and gently flipped you over so that he was on top of you knees between your legs, his arms were placed on each side of your head, he reached his face done slowly and connected your lips - tongue licking your bottom lip silently asking for access. Your lips parted slightly letting him enter your mouth in a passionate kiss, your moans muffled against his lips as his tongue danced with yours.
He pulls away reluctantly and you whine at the loss. He leaned over towards his night stand, hands quickly finding the draw and pulling it open reaching inside and pulling out a condom. You watched him as he ripped it open with his teeth and rolled it on to his length. The sight sends a jolt of arousal to your core, making you squeeze your thighs shut. He then shifted his gaze back to you, placing a quick kiss to your lips as reassurance before shifting lower under the covers. He pulled your knees apart, spreading your legs open for him. You watch him as your heart rate picks up in anticipation once again.
The room is dark apart from a street light that bled a warm glow though his window, painting your body in gold.
“God you're beautiful” he said breathlessly as he leaned down to kiss along the valley of your breasts “so fucking beautiful” his kisses trailed along to your neck, his breath warm as you felt his tip at your entrance, slowly pushing in with welcomed ease. The feeling of being full again had your back arching up into his body, your mouth falling open in a silent moan at the feeling of being stretched around him. He let out his own ragged moan, hips stuttering slightly as he relished the feeling of you wrapped around him.
He looks up at you taking in the way your eyes fluttered shut as he went deeper, the way your lips parted in a silent surrender.
Beautiful
He took away one arm from resting above you, putting all his weight to the right side as his hand found its way back to your breasts as he bottomed out inside you. He waited for a moment, not wanting to move until you said he could, his mouth soon joined his hand, taking a nipple into his warm mouth softly sucking on the bud. The sensation made you gasp, you reached to tangle your hands into his locks, arching your chest closer to his mouth. His hand came to the other breast, pinching a groping, rolling your nipple between to fingers with just the right amount of pressure, making you wither under his touch.
“You can move baby…please” His mouth de tachted from you with a loud pop, his eyes finding yours.
“Yeah?” he searched your face for any discomfort and watched as you nodded you head. “Words sweetheart” he gently reminded you.
“Yes please jack” he smiled, satisfied with your answer. Not needing to be told again jack rolled his hips against you, his thrusts slow yet firm, sending jolts of pleasure throughout your body.
“Fuck jack” you whispered, pulling his lips down to meet yours in passionate kiss, tongue sliding against your own. You felt as he angled his hips higher, now hitting deeper inside you. You felt as he brushed against that sponge spot inside of you, causing you hands to tug at the hair on the base of his neck, a loud moan escaping you.
“Jesus sweetheart" he grunted against you, a sound that only sent you closer to the edge “you feel so fucking good baby” you moaned out at the praise, panting against his mouth as his hips moved faster.
You needed more, your hand snuck down between your bodies and quickly found you clit, rubbing soft circles on the bundle of nerves. The sensation has you throwing your head back against the pillows and heavy pants leaving your mouth. Jack watched as you touched yourself, watched your fingers move with practice ease, the imagine had him swearing under his breath as he, watching you chase your high.
You felt the sensation begin to build, that familiar band in your stomach growing tighter and tighter with each thrust from him and each flick of your fingers against your clit. God it felt so good.
“You close sweetheart” Jack grunted out, hips slamming into yours, his hand coming down to replace your own, quickly rubbing his thumb over your clit. You cried out at the feeling, body jolting and nails scratching down Jack's back.
“Yes! Fuck please jack- f-fuck im gonna come” you stuttered out, the pleasure becoming to much, you were so close, so fucking close.
“Then come sweetheart”
That did it, you threw your head back as the band finally snapped, hot white waves of pleasure rolling through your body. Jack watched in awe at the pure sight of you, he felt his own orgasm crashing over hims as your nails dug further into his back. He fucked you both through it, hips slowing down as you ride out your high. The waves of pleasure were soon replaced by pure bliss, your eyes closed as you held on to him tighter, trying to catch your breath.
The two of you stay that way for a while, tangled in the sheets, savouring each other's touch. You felt his heartbeat against your own, skin still damp with sweat, the mixture bringing comfort through your body.
You felt him shift ever so slightly against you, just enough to press feather light kisses across your face, his hand coming up to brush the hair sticking to your forehead away from your face. You smile at him, a small but happy smile that showed content, he smiled back soft like her own. His thumb traced across your cheek before he gently cupped it and pulled you in for another kiss, a softer one this time, one that held all the emotions that neither of you wanted to say out loud. He pulled back and rested his head on your chest, your fingers running through his hair.
“I think you have well and truly tired me out dr abbot” he laughed quietly at your word, slowly pulling himself up and out of you carefully, he watched as you softly whined at the feeling. He quickly compromised by lying down and pulling you to lay on top of him. A dull ache began to form between your legs but you couldn't find it in you to care about it, your body too relaxed in his arms to even give it a second thought.
“Good maybe now you can get a proper night's worth of sleep” he mumbled against the crown of your head. You hummed in response, heavy eyes already closed, your body finally letting itself relax in a way that it hadn't been able to in weeks.
Jack stayed there until he felt your breaths even out and body slump into him more, he looked down at your peaceful form and pressed a kiss to your forehead, carefully bringing the covers of his bed further over your body.
“Good night sweetheart” he whispered gently to you before he let his own eyes finally shut.
Thank you for reading loves! 💕
this is my first fic in a few years so I'm sorry if she's a bit rusty tehe 🤭
i hope you enjoyed this one! reblogs are always welcomed!
single!mom reader who brings her kid to the pitt and said kid proceeds to out the two of them and their secret relationship.
I tweaked this just a little bit, but it did inspire the next 2.5k
“Hi, my names Dr. Robinovitch, but everyone calls me Robby,” the man who addressed you said as he looked over your son’s admission chart. “What brought us in this morning?” He’s still reading over the notes that the triage nurse had recorded.
“My son, Oliver,” you sounded so exhausted. It wasn’t hard to imagine you’d probably been up for as long as Robby himself had. A sick six-year-old would do that to someone. “I thought he just caught something from school—“ You started, but the words weren’t coming out fast enough. “I’m not so sure it’s just a cold anymore.”
“It’s good you came in,” Robby could sense the hesitation in your voice. The kind of hesitation he hears in most unsure parents' voices when they think a trip to the emergency room is unwarranted or unjustified. “A mother's instinct is usually to be trusted.” He smiled softly as he stepped a little closer to the bedside where your six-year-old lay with teary, tired eyes, a clogged nose and some weird-looking skin irritation.
Robby does a quick visual examination, noting quickly that your son seems to be having trouble breathing. He could practically hear the pneumonia in his little lungs.
“What’s your name, mum?” Robby asked as he shone a small but bright white light into your son's eyes. He wasn’t perplexed about this ailment at all; it had to be pneumonia with a touch of contact dermatitis from something he’d come into contact with. A plant from school perhaps? or a cream you’d used.
“Y/n.” You replied. The name rang through Robby’s ears like a beautiful bell bellowing at midnight. The kind of ring that makes little ideas appear out of thin air. If he were a cartoon character…Robby swore a little lightbulb appeared above his head.
What are the odds? A beautiful woman with a young son who just so happened to have the very same name that not three nights ago, Robby had practically forced out of Jack Abbot's mouth with the threat of a new night shift resident.
“You look a little worn out too? After we draw some blood and get this little guy sorted, I think there’s a cup of coffee with your name on it at the nurses' station.” He smiled, pocketing his pen light.
“Oh,” You sighed out a small chuckle. “These bags are permanent, Dr Robinavitch—“
“Please, call me Robby.” He replied quickly as he walked around the examination room looking for all the bits he needed for a blood draw. “It’s my treat, there’s nothing I can do for the permanent lack of sleep, but a little caffeine is good for the body, brain and soul.”
“That sounds great, thank you, Robby.” You shifted in your chair to move closer to your son's side. His little hand now safely placed in yours.
“I’ll uh, I’ll be right back,” Robby caught the sight of his senior night shift attending heading out at the end of his shift. The very same night shift attending that Robby knew would want more than anything to be informed about this particular patient. “Excuse me.” He held up one finger and was gone before you could even say okay.
“Abbot!” Robby bellowed as he did a hop, skip and jump action past the nurses' station, where Dana was getting caught up to speed for her shift. “Hey—Jack!”
Jack sighed softly to himself before he stopped in his tracks. His old army bag was slung haphazardly over his left shoulder.
“Brother, I am five feet from freedom here, don’t do this to me.” Jack turned with a growl. He was just trying to get home after a long ass night. “I leave this emergency department in your capable hands.”
“Not so fast,” Robby cooed as he clamped his hand down on Jack's backpackless shoulder. “I need a consult, sick six-year-old presenting with possible pneumonia—“
“Nice one, sounds like you already have a clear diagnosis, what the fuck do you need me for, man, I’m off duty till seven!” Jack whisper-hissed through his teeth. His leg had been killing him since three, and Jack could practically smell the bacon and egg roll from Caramels calling his name.
“I’m pretty sure it’s your Y/n and her son, Oliver? Yeah—yeah, I think I’ve diagnosed that too,” Robby spoke as he rubbed the back of his head casually, like he was still trying to fake like he didn’t know it was you from the second he heard your name. “But I thought maybe you’d wanna come suss it out for yourself in case I’m delusional and can’t put two and two together.” Robby smiled as he watched Jack's entire demeanour change. It softened at the mere thought of you.
“You said pneumonia?” Jack followed up as he walked into Robby’s shoulder, making sure to make contact just to get back at the dick-like foolishness he had presented with. “And you're sure it’s Ollie?”
“Oh, you’re already on a nickname basis with her kid?” Robby’s eyebrows raised as he followed his own emergency contact back to the exam room. “I’ll be damned, do I hear wedding bells?”
Jack didn’t reply; all he did was make strides to where Robby had come from. Worry had already begun to take its rightful place inside his chest. Sure, Jack Abbot knew how to keep a calm and collected composure…but not when it had anything to do with the family he’d started to feel a part of.
It was casual. Something new. It wasn’t something that you had considered becoming serious or anything more than just two people spending some casual alone time together.
Casual. It was supposed to be a no-strings-attached thing. No feelings. No baggage. No attachments.
That’s how it started anyway…it didn’t stay that way for very long. How could it when Jack was all in from day one. He made that decision on his own terms. All it took was one date with you to know he was in this for the rest of his overextended life. One leg down be damned.
“Hey,” it was the softest hey Robby had ever heard. “What are you guys doin' here?” Jack asked as he walked in with a proud chest and enough confidence to tell Robby everything he needed to know and more.
This was Jack Abbot's found family. A second chance at all the things he lost when he lost a physical part of himself.
“I didn’t want to bother you,” You started in a near panic. “He’s been up all night. I made an appointment with our primary for Wednesday but—“ you didn’t get a chance to speak before Jack was dropping to his knees beside your chair.
“I’m your damn primary now, alright?”
You knew well enough that when Jack Abbot said something, he meant it with full conviction. All you could do was hold back a small quicker with pressed together lips as Jack placed a hand to the back of your head and drew your forehand to his lips.
Robby was rendered speechless. He’d never seen this side of Jack before.
“Uh, not to interfere, but I should probably continue my work up on Oliver here so we can get some sort of treatment plan in action.”
“I can do that, you go ahead and annoy some other attending for the rest of your shift, I’ve got this handled now.” Jack didn’t let Robby finish, and Robby knew better than to argue. He threw his hand up in surrender as Jack stood and looked around at where Robby had organised the equipment needed for a blood draw.
“How long did you say he’s been like this?” Jack asked as he looked down at the little boy, half asleep in the hospital bed that made him look ten times smaller.
“He was fine yesterday, I thought it was just a cold he’d picked up at school a few days ago, but—“ You paused as panic threatened to burst out into tears; you felt like you’d failed as a mother. “But he just hasn’t been himself since yesterday afternoon; he’s been up all night.”
“Yeah, he’s gonna be alright, I promise,” Jack cooed as he placed a comforting hand on Oliver’s forehead. “We’ll pump him up with some fluids, antibiotics, and we’ll go from there. Good call bringing him in, I just wish you would have called me.”
“Jack—“ You sighed, it wasn’t that you didn’t want to…it was more like you were afraid if you did…he wouldn’t answer.
“Anytime, anything, anywhere.” Is all Jack said as he worked on your son. He was locked in like a madman on a mission. Healing hands that worked miracles on patients all night now worked over your sons like he had something to prove.
And he did have something to prove…he wanted to prove to you that he was head over fucking heals for you. Making sure Ollie got the best care he could was only the tip of the iceberg.
“Alright, Bud, I’m gonna need you to make a tight fist for me so I can take some blood,” Jack told your son what he was doing. “But you’re gonna need to look over at mum while I do that, alright?”
“Isn’t my blood supposed to stay inside me?” Ollie mumbled as he felt the man who’d made him feel safe enough to call family tied off his blood pressure. All Jack could do was laugh as a big grin took over his tired face.
“Yeah, most of the time, but right now I gotta take some so we can run some tests to see what’s making you feel so miserable, alright?”
“Will it hurt?” Ollie asked as he looked towards you.
“A tiny little bee sting, but after that? Nope, plus I can do this with my eyes closed,” Jack looked up at you with a teasing wink of self-reassurance. “But maybe just one eye,” He caught himself flirting as he popped in the butterfly needle. “See? Bet you didn’t even feel that, huh?”
“Nope.”
“Good, now I need to talk to your mum outside in the hall for a few minutes, but Princess is gonna come in and get some fluids set up to make you feel better, sound alright with you?” Jack asked your son as if the kid had any say in the matter.
“Is she a real princess?” Ollie asked as he looked over to where Jack was looking at the small vial of blood.
“Yeah, Bud, only the real deal for you,” Jack replied as he gestured for you to follow him out. You did just that, but not without saying a loving bye to Oliver.
It wasn’t long before the two of you felt the weight of the entire emergency department’s eyes on you. Jack's day shift peers, who saw him as something of a traumatised enigma, all looked over like a mythical creature had just appeared. A rarity that was someone on a personal level with Dr. Jack middle name unknown, Abbot.
“He’s probably going to be admitted for a few days,” Jack started as he eyed down whoever he could lock eyes with. First it was Santos…then Dana. “I can assure you he’ll be fine, but I wanna keep an eye on him for at least twenty-four hours to make sure he’s reactive to treatment.
“Oh,” Your heart sank into your stomach at the thought of your son needing to stay here in the sterile, fluorescent environment. “Um—am I able to stay with him?” You didn’t know how any of this worked. This was all new territory for you. Up until now, Oliver never needed to be hospitalised. Hell, he’d never broken a bone so much as caught a cold.
“Absolutely,” Jack turned to you, recognising the guilt that plastered itself across your face. “But hey, on a more important note,” Jack tried to lighten the mood. “Who’s running the café this morning if you’re here?”
“Adam,” You replied politely as Jack reached for his phone. You caught the background clear as day. You, Jack, and Oliver at the park. “Why? And how is that more important than anything that’s going on right now?”
“Well, I need to know whose handwork I’m gonna fork out the Uber up charge for.” Jack doesn’t look up from his phone. He’s already got Caramels cafe, the cafe you owned, up on his phone. “Two bacon and egg bagels, an iced coffee and a long black coming right up.”
“I guess you haven’t eaten, have you?” Neither had you. How could you possibly eat when all you’d been doing was worrying yourself sick over Oliver’s battle with whatever flu or cold or illness this was?
“Honey, it feels like I haven’t eaten since March,” Jack teased as he walked with you over to the nurses' station. Dana, with all her bright joy and glee, waited patiently for Jack to introduce you. “Dana, this is—“ He paused for a moment, girlfriend never felt right. It felt like a title reserved for high school lovers. “Partner, my partner Y/n, her son is just about to start a round of fluids and antibiotics,” Jack updated the woman whose eyes never left you. “Make it known, VIP treatment for the kid in room three until peds has a bed.”
“Consider it done,” Dana replied. “I wish I could say I’ve heard all about you,” she continued as she smiled your way. “But Abbot here has an issue with personal and professional.”
“Yeah, I think we both share that same issue.” You replied as you looked around yourself at everyone staring your way. “Do I have something on my face?”
“No, darlin',” Dana chuckled. “It’s just not every day this department gets to see into the private life of Private Ryan here.”
“Oh, eat me,” Jack growled as he motioned the two of you back towards where your son's room was. “C’mon, I don’t want these pariahs giving you the creeps any longer.”
By the time you got back to your son, Princess had started an IV bag of fluids. He looked so small. So tired. But there was a sense of calm that came over you, knowing Jack was taking care of him.
“You guys hang tight, I’ll be back with our food in a moment.” The pain in his leg hadn’t gone away, not for a moment. But the pain didn’t come close to the sheer amount of love that was pumping through Jack's veins.
Adrenaline itself couldn’t compare.
“Hey, Jack?” You couldn’t let him go without a kiss. You reached for his cheeks and danced the pad of your thumb over his greying scruff. “I love you, thank you for being here.”
Jack swore his heart had skipped a beat. It didn’t normally do that. But when he felt your lips on his in view of all the emergency department to see, he couldn’t help but blush.
“I’m never gonna hear the end of this, you know that, right?” He whispered in your ear as he drew you in closer for a hug. One of the hugs he reserved just for you. “And this breaks like three code of conduct rules, fraternising with patients.”
“I’m not the patient,” You clearly reminded him. “I’m your partner.”
SUMMARY: Jack Abbot is not an overly-neighborly person. He has secret nicknames in his head for most of the people on his floor and actively avoids any and all types of neighbor politics. However, he can’t deny his growing fondness for the single mom and toddler in apartment seventeen. (Nor his burning hatred for your baby daddy).
WARNINGS: this series includes a very chaotic reader with an even more chaotic toddler, mentions of abandonment, Jack's inability to consider anything good and worthwhile for himself, eventual smut, friends to lovers, mentions of previous abusive relationships, mentions of mental health struggles, miscommunication, age gap (reader is around 27 and Jack is in his 40's), medical inaccuracies and more.
A/N: I am very very excited to share this series and bring it to life. It started as a very random idea that quickly transpired into a huge story in my head within a matter of minutes. It does touch on some potentially triggering topics but warnings will be given in each chapter!
PAIRING: Jack Abbot x Single Mom!Reader
STATUS: Completed!
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─── ⋆ CHAPTERS ⋆
PART ONE 𖤓♡ — Jack Abbot values his routine and structure. Work, SWAT, gym... and for the past six weeks, spending his Sunday mornings admiring the enigmatic single mom who's apartment balcony sits across from his. [3k]
PART TWO 𖤓♡ — A scuffle in the hall causes Jack to accidentally take Phoebe’s wallet to work instead of his. He gains himself a new nickname amongst the Pitt and finally learns a thing or two about you and your daughter. [7.3k]
PART THREE 𖤓 — A trip to the ED, a retirement meal, and a phone call with Robby. One leaves you up close and personal with your neighbor, one has Phoebe spilling secrets like it's an Olympic sport, and another has Jack realizing he's got a fucking crush on the single mom in apartment seventeen. [7.1k]
PART FOUR 𖤓♡ — Phoebe's birthday party consists of four sets of eyes ogling Jack from the second he enters your apartment, screaming children, your mom noticing something rather interesting, and a night on the balcony that changes the trajectory of everything. [8.7k]
⤷ PART 4.5 𖤓 — You don't hear from Jack for three days after the kiss. But despite being swamped at the hospital, after he reaches out via text, he doesn't stop. [SMAU]
PART FIVE 𖤓★ — When Jack offers his company in the form of a date to celebrate your book release, he gets to understand the inner workings of your mind a bit more. Unfortunately, it does leave him with an ache he has to tend to using nothing but his own imagination. [7.8k]
PART SIX 𖤓★ — Three months of dating with no label and no real sense of security has you spiralling a bit when Tom demands to meet Jack. And you quickly start to realize that despite your attempts of keeping Phoebe and Jack apart, some bonds form whether you intend for them to or not. [8.2k]
PART SEVEN 𖤓★ — When the double date from Hell roles around, you're left with a new friend while Jack is struggling to come to terms with the type of person Phoebe is stuck with as a father. But despite that, it doesn't stop you and Jack from ending your evening with a bang. [12.2k]
PART EIGHT 𖤓★ — Pizzas, karaoke, movies and a sleepover. All at Phoebe’s request, of course, for Jack to spend Saturday night with them. And when Sunday morning rolls around, she’s got some things that she needs to get off her chest. [7.1k]
PART NINE 𖤓♡ — When Phoebe's field day goes nowhere near as planned, Bella is left to pick up the pieces of your broken heart while Karis goes into labor and Jack and your father have a heart to heart. [10.1k]
PART TEN (FINALE) 𖤓♡ — Jack Abbot was a creature of habit. Structure and routine were infused within the very makings of him, written in bloodwork and DNA if anyone looked close enough. But that was before he met you and Phoebe. Before he fell hopelessly and irrevocably in love with the chaotic girls in apartment seventeen. [13.4k]
─── ⋆ BONUS CONTENT ⋆
TBA
─── ⋆ MISC ⋆
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