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jack abbot x shy!reader
summary: a collection of their first times together. connected to my other shy!reader fic, but can be read as a standalone!
content: explicit 18+ MDNI. smut, oral (f receiving), tad of dry humping, unprotected p in v. brief mention of sexual assault (a patient, not reader), reader is a SANE.
wc: 8.9k
notes: thank u for the love on my first fic!! i thought id write a lil extra fic of this dynamic bc i also adore them.
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First Date
Jack is a traditional man, you’ve come to realise.
After the kiss, the invisible boundary stopping him from taking care of you the way he wanted had been broken, and he promises to care for you to the fullest extent, for as long as you’d let him.
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*rummages around like I’m in the fridge*
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First Time
AK!Jason Todd and your first time together 18+
warnings: smut, swearing, Jason is a bit of a meanie, intimacy issues, biting and hickies, reader is gn, no physical description
I know we all like to think Jason Todd is the sweetest little lover boy in every universe, and I believe he is, deep down.
But, as the Arkham Knight, the earlier stages of your relationship will not be filled with gentle love and affection.
He’s still struggling with all that trauma from the asylum, the anger of watching Bruce move on. So, of course he’s gonna have jealousy issues, of course he’s gonna be terrified of abandonment.
So, he’s going to be a bit possessive while somehow still managing to push you away. But it’s not like things won’t get better.
If it’s your first time being intimate, it’ll have to be on his terms. And he’s very specific.
You guys are making out in one of his safe houses. He’s got you under him in his bed, his hands buried in your hair while you lay beneath, legs parted to make room for him, knees digging into his hips.
He’ll break the kiss to trail some down your neck, but they aren’t tender. They’re biting, teeth scraping down your throat and occasionally nipping at the skin. He sucks wine-colored bruises right where a collar would sit, and he wouldn’t give a damn if you complained about it later.
If you try to rush him at this point, he’ll have no problem holding you down, physically or emotionally. “Try to rush me again and I’ll stop.” He tries to make it sound like a joke, but you know it’s not, and that leaves a funny feeling in your tummy.
He never undresses first. Jason’s always going to busy himself with pulling your clothes off. It’s the shirt, tugging it up and over your head before sucking some hickies onto your collarbones, then he’ll kiss down your sternum to your navel, only to move onto removing your pants.
He’s not unkind enough to take you without some foreplay first, though. Jason’ll spread your legs, kissing the insides of your thighs before working you open with his fingers.
Though, he might get a little mean. He’ll start to wonder if he’s doing something wrong, or if he even deserves to have someone be this vulnerable for him.
“So easy for me… you know who I am right? And you still open yourself up… so naive,” he’ll growl lowly, spitting onto his fingers to get you nice and slick.
If he decides you’re ready, and only then, because if you start squirming before he considers you fit, he’ll stop. “Is it that hard to stay still?” You’ll pout for a few seconds, but he won’t continue until you calm down and let him do what he has to. “So fucking impatient…”
Only after that, will he take his clothes off. And he usually never fully does. If you’re lucky, and have been good, he’ll take his shirt off. With the lights dimmed low of course. Usually he’ll stick to unbuckling his pants and going straight to it.
If he does decide to take it all off, he won’t be inclined to letting you touch him too much. Jason will let you touch him from the chest up, but don’t expect to be running your fingers all over his body.
“Do I look like a petting zoo? No, so take it easy,” he’ll smack your hand away gently. But if you keep at it, he might just pin your hands above your head. “This is what you get for not keeping your hands to yourself. Now you won’t get to touch me at all. Happy?”
If all ends up going right, though, and it’s time to get to business, he’ll soften up a tad.
Jason will slowly push in, because despite any roughness from before, or snappy words, he’ll still value your comfort. And considering his size, it’d be like bulldozing your insides if he rammed on in.
His hands will find your hips and he’ll pull you in as he enters you, filling you inch by inch until he’s settled. Once you’re ready, he’ll start a slow, grinding pace.
“Oh, fuck… you feel… d-damn.”
His forehead drops against yours, but he won’t make eye contact. Still too busy putting the distant front up to actually be vulnerable with you.
He’ll start to pick up the pace when he feels you squeezing him, his hands sliding around to feel you up. Squeezing your ass, palming your waist, your chest. He’ll start to kiss on your neck again, to mark you up more, and also to hide his groans.
“Taking me so well… keep making those noises.”
When he feels you getting close, he’ll start to get a bit reckless. Wrapping his arms around you tightly as he starts to pound into you, sinking his teeth into your neck as you clench around him, leaving his hips stuttering as he follows your release.
After you’re both finished, he’ll linger for a minute before pulling out and getting off of you. Cuddling and basking in your afterglow together would be too emotionally charged for him, but he wouldn’t leave you hanging either.
He’d clean you up, pressing a fleeting kiss to your cheek before heading to shower. No, you couldn’t join him, but when he was finished, he’d come back to the room and curl up at the opposite side of the bed.
It might seem cruel, but as soon as you’re asleep, he’s pulling you into his arms and inhaling your scent. Whispering about every little thing he loves about you, saying all the things he would be too scared to say when you were awake.
In the morning, he’d be gone, but he’d have coffee brewed and breakfast in the microwave. A little note outside the tinted window.
“Thanks for last night (p.s. don’t tell anybody)”
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this is certainly being written as a personal service… but pope cody definitely loves himself a chubby girl. i’ve written about this before, but i need more. minors dni. 18+ only
pope cody experienced a shift in attraction after catherine and amy. it had been a while since he had a ‘crush' and after a year or two, he felt as though no one would waltz into his life and tug his heart strings enough to tie him down.
he would go to strip clubs with craig. follow him around like a sick puppy, eager to go home and do absolutely nothing. he would get lap dances by women craig deemed 'sexy enough for the cover of vogue.' they were always thin—the only difference among each woman was the size of their boobs and assess.
he would also go to bars with his brothers and watch them flirt. he would just sit there quietly, observing and realizing how pathetic everyone looked, waiting around for someone to come up to them; or drifting into the depths of their drunk mind to temporarily silence whatever waited for them outside.
pope never fully entertained these women. neither would he agree to the plans his brothers had for him that contained stepping out of his comfort zone to become a man whore.
"i’m not like you, craig," he’d say. "i’m perfectly content with being std-free."
when they would nearly beg him, he’d say, "someone will come. one day. or maybe not. whatever."
he repeated these words in his brain. over and over again.
and then he met you.
you were unlike catherine and amy. younger than them with a different attitude and style. you also had a tummy.
pope thought about bodies when he’d jerk off late at night. not in the degrading way, though. he wasn’t making fun of bodies. but he would think about women with pudges, thick arms and legs while he pumped his cock. he would get off to the thought of sinking his fingers into big thighs with stretch marks dancing along the fatty parts of hips. he would get hard ons while thinking about a faceless woman with precious rolls riding him — his cock, his face, his legs.
sure, he occasionally had sex dreams of catherine or amy, but their bodies and faces only remained as they were in real life for a few minutes. after a solid five minutes, they’d morph into someone else.
once pope met you, he thought that woman in his dreams was you, and it was the worlds way of notifying him that you were on your way.
pope cody was absolutely enamored by you from the jump.
he loved the way your shirt would ride up and expose your stomach that would try to sneak out of your bottoms. he loved how large your thighs were, and how they’d eat up your shorts when you’d sit down. he’d even sink his hands in between them for heat when he’d get too cold. he loved how your body would move when he’d fuck you from the back. he loved counting your stretch marks and running his fingers over them before clutching at your love handles.
he always made sure to let you know how beautiful you were when you’d voice slight insecurities. if you complained about your arms being too big, he’d say something corny you’d usually hate hearing from anyone else.
"i think your arms are beautiful. i don’t think anything other than how strong they are, and how delicious they look in those little tank tops you wear.”
if you complained about having thick legs, he’d give some dirty responses.
"if i were sick and they offered me assisted death or something, i’d ask them to let me die in between your thighs. i’d want you to suffocate me."
you’d probably swat at him and tell him that was terrible, but he’d just shrug and say, "i love being in between your thighs. that would be the perfect way to go."
if you’d take pictures and complain about your stomach being 'too big,' he’d kiss all over it and grip it while he fucked you in missionary. he would throw your legs onto his shoulders while his hands clutched at your tits and stomach. he would thrust so deep inside of you that you’d forget why you were insecure to begin with.
pope cody would also love the weird things a lot of chubby girls hate. the little fat that crawls out of certain tops that dip too low near the armpit. if you were to say, “i hate tops like this! my boobs look weird and the cut makes me look bigger," he’d roll his eyes and tell you to stop throwing a tantrum because he likes that shit. he likes when parts of you pool out of your clothing.
let’s just say… pope cody would be on his hands and knees for a thick girl. he’d want your tummy out all the time. he’d want your thighs out all the time. if it’s warm, he wants them out.
he’s the most body positive person out there. he’d buy you a million bathing suits. he’d take all your bathing suit pictures on his phone and most likely jerk off to them when you’re away.
pope cody is a thickkk man, and he for sure would want a thick woman.
i think my pussy is gonna fall off from lack of action
i've survived far worse. i've also died to far less though so who knows
"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry
A girl needs to schedule time in her daycare for self-care.
andrew and gf being soooo loud they make it everyone else's problem
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craig finally understood why his brothers acted the way they did. why they gave him looks and cursed him out any time he stepped out of his room in the morning, hickeys to be found all over his neck and shoulders and red lines trailing down the length of his back.
I Can't Believe You ☁︎
Summary: Because of bad experiences with men, you don't think that someone could actually like you in a romantic way, and because of that, you don't notice how your attending is down so bad for you.
Disclaimer: English is not my first language, so I apologize if there are any spelling or grammatical errors.
You were always that friend that men didn't ask out or ask for your number, but they did for your friends. Since high school, you liked a boy and they just approached you to talk about your friends, if they were single, what they liked, or if you thought they would accept going out with them. You wanted to scream every time it happened, but instead you smiled and answered back even if it broke your heart every single time.
So now, as an adult, when a man flirts with you or compliments you, you don't think they are actually flirting or meaning the compliments, because…
Why would they?
It's something that has grown in your head, with time and more men that have dismissed you for someone else or asked to date one of your friends. So when your attending, Jack Abbot, starts to flirt with you very subtly, you actually don't notice because, in your mind, no one would do that and you just thought that it was him being friendly.
How he always knew when you needed coffee at a specific time on your shift and he always got that for you on time when you were just thinking about getting one. How he always got it right, the way you liked your coffee.
Also, Jack could be a little grumpy sometimes, answering a little sharply to anyone but you. He was always sweet and talked to you with a half smile and a shine in his hazel eyes that everybody noticed.
Everyone except you.
And you wouldn't have if it wasn't for Ellis.
She approached you in the middle of your shift as always, you were doing your charts and she probably just wanted to mess around. After some chat, she dropped it, no warning or anesthesia.
“But Abbot is in love with you.” She just said it like it was common knowledge.
You froze, your fingers stopped answering you, you looked at her trying to find out if she's joking and when you saw how totally serious she was, you panicked, that couldn't be true, it wasn't possible, all his gestures were friendly, what would he even look at you for? Definitely not more than friends, you told yourself that you didn't fit with him, he was too handsome.
“You know it, right?” Parker asked after seeing your stunned face.
You just looked at her, wide eyes and red faced.
“Girl… that man is on his knees for you.” She was as stunned as you but for a different reason.
You actually didn't know.
“Have you ever seen him bring coffee to any of us? Let alone get our preferred order right? Give us a soft tone when he's instructing or annoyed. And I can go on and on all night long.”
She left you there because a trauma was coming in. You weren't able to move or think straight. You just repeated to yourself that it wasn't true, that Ellis was messing around with you. But every time you looked at Jack, her words repeated in your mind and you wished they were true and that couldn't happen.
Every time you let yourself have a crush or fall for someone, it ended up with you being rejected, hurt in the most painful way. And when Parker's words wouldn't leave your mind, you started to avoid your attending, running away from every room where he was before he could approach you or direct a single word at you. You presented your cases to Shen or Cruz until it became evident that you were avoiding him.
You didn't leave Jack a choice, not knowing what he did for you to not let him go near you; it was killing him. He made sure to follow every move you made until you grabbed your things and said goodbye to everyone except him. He followed you quickly to the parking lot and didn't give you a chance to run away from him.
“Hey, can we talk?” he stopped you before you could reach your car keys.
“I've got to go…”
“Did I do something?” he asked nervously.
You didn't look at him, trying to stop the butterflies in your stomach and Parker's words repeated in your mind.
“No,” you mumbled.
“Then why are you avoiding me?” he insisted, trying to understand what could have possibly happened to make you avoid just him.
“I’m not,” you whispered, trying not to focus on the warmth of his hand on your arm.
“Don’t lie to me, sweetheart.”
The pet name made shivers go down your back and again you tried to convince yourself that he could possibly say that to any other woman.
“I’m not.”
“Did I say something?” he was more desperate this time. “Whatever I said to hurt you, I didn't mean it that way, I–”
“You didn't say anything wrong,” you assured him, stopping his rambling.
“Then what is it?”
“Nothing.” You tried to go away but he didn't let you.
“Please,” he mumbled your name, not knowing how much you loved hearing it coming out of his mouth.
He shifted his weight from leg to leg nervously given your lack of response.
“Did someone say something?” Again you didn't answer but the shift in your expression answered for you.
Jack sighed defeated.
“I’m so sorry if it made you feel uncomfortable–
“It doesn't,” you said so quickly that you realized what you had said after you did it.
Jack frowned, confused. “Then…”
“Do you actually?” you whispered, unable to look him in the eyes, preparing yourself for the rejection.
“What? That I'm in love with you, sweetheart? Because I totally am.” he said it with such confidence and like it was something so obvious.
You looked at him confused.
“Why?”
That caught him off guard, he didn't understand why you were asking, but if that was what you needed to finally believe him.
“Because you're amazing, you're beautiful, smart, kind, the best under pressure, I love all the gestures that you do when you focus on something or you're excited, how you jump to help people that you don't even know, and I can continue all night long.” He kept getting closer to you, watching how your eyes started to tear up.
“I can't believe you,” you mumbled more to yourself than to him but Jack was so close to you by this point that he heard it anyway.
He sighed desperately.
“Why? It's the truth, honey, the real question is why wouldn't I be in love with you?” he whispered, taking one of your rebellious strands of hair and moving it away from your face.
“Because nobody has ever wanted me that way,” you confessed, holding back a sob but he could clearly see it in your eyes.
How you actually believed that.
Jack felt his heart ache and the need to take you away from everything that could hurt you or have made you think that way because, in his mind, you were the most beautiful woman ever and he would feel very lucky if he could ever have you one day. He couldn't stand that you thought about yourself like that.
Before he could say something, you said something more.
“During my whole life, it's never been me, when I was a teenager the boys would be interested just in my friends, they wouldn't care about me. Now it's no different, something is wrong with me, Jack, you don't actually love me." The pain in your voice when you actually believed your own words made Jack want to cry.
How had nobody ever told you how pretty you were?
How had nobody seen in you what he saw?
How did they not see you for who you really were?
He didn't understand but he didn't care either, because he saw it, and he’ll make you see it too even if it takes him years. He'll make sure you know how pretty, intelligent, and beautiful you are. An incredible person that anyone in their life should be grateful to have.
“Then they are dumb as fuck, they don't understand the incredible girl that they are losing.” he cupped your face with his hands and cleaned the tears with his thumbs. “How lucky they could be to have you in their life.”
“You don't mean it,” you whispered, trying to convince yourself, starting to sob in his arms.
“I do, sweetheart. You don't understand how bad I do,” he insisted, looking deep into your eyes with that intensity that only he had. “I know what I want.”
“What do you want?” you mumbled.
“You.”
He leaned into you, nose touching yours, he waited for you to step back, to give him a sign for him to step back, a glimpse from you that told him you didn't want that. And when he didn't find it he pressed his lips into yours, you took your time but you returned his kiss letting yourself go, letting yourself be loved.
When he pulled away you found yourself wanting more.
“Nothing is wrong with you, I truly love you and if you need me to repeat that to you every single day I will, I don't care, sweetheart.” he mumbled, pressing his forehead against yours and brushing his nose against yours.
You smiled at that contact and the way he called you, you loved hearing that word coming out of his mouth. You had started to believe him and he could see it in the way you relaxed under his touch, stopping your tears.
“I love you too, Jack,” you said shyly in a quiet mumble that made his heart warm. “I just… I–”
He captured your lips in another sweet kiss before you could say something that was going to make his heart ache again and the anger for whoever had made you think that you couldn't be loved could crawl into him.
I actually didn't like this, but I wanted to publish something 🫠
2:30 in the morning and here i am... Crying, again.
you’re too sexy to be poor this isn’t right
I’m always saying this
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MGG or Spencer :) SO EXCITED
Thank you for the request!! I hope you don’t hate it.. I got writers block asf during it 🥲
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✧ You’re mine ⌇
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Spencer Reid x F/Younger reader
A night without Spencer usually turns into a night with Spencer, one way or another.
Contents: Smut- PinV, no use of y/n, lots of pet names (baby, sweet girl, sweetheart), alcohol consumption, age gap, reader is 22 Spencer is 38, POST PRISON REID, swearing, breeding, mention of size difference, possessive Spence, aftercare, uh yeah :)
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The music was so loud, lights and lasers flashed all over the room, the air was thick with smoke, and smells you couldn’t even describe. There are people dancing and jumping everywhere, looking over the crowd you just see arms and hands bobbing up and down. The club was packed tonight, it was overwhelming, almost too overwhelming, but you promised yourself you would have a fun night with the girls. It had been too long since you did that. Life was too busy, college, Spence.. a night out was good. Your friends led you to the bar to get a couple rounds of shots, you took enough to start feeling less anxious and more in the mood to party. You wouldn’t say you were a lightweight.. but it took a lot less then you would expect a girl your age to have to drink to catch a buzz. You won’t over do it, Spencer doesn’t love when you get too drunk, and you were fine with that.
LONG ISLAND ICED TEA
robby hasn’t made a move on reader since you looked after his house, reader is sick of it so you start seeing another man. but when you introduce your boyfriend to the day shift crew at the bar, it doesn’t go to plan. or the effects that long island iced teas have on your relationship.
pairing: michael “robby” robinavitch x f!reader
warnings: men being idiots and asses, kissing, age gap, slight power imbalance, reader is a resident, idiots in love, miscommunication, alcohol being drunk and thrown, reader getting drunk, smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering, pet names (baby, sweetheart), smoking.
wc: 6.5k (i got carried away, also not proof read)
a/n: finally been released for the shackles of my uni assignment!! by popular demand here’s the part two to house sitting! enjoy xx
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The day shift had all came to a collective decision to go to the bar beside the hospital when you guys shift was over. The plan originally started out with you, Trinity, and Dennis going out, but people had overheard you talking about going out so now mostly all of the day shift was going on.
You had just begun seeing a guy that you had originally met in high school, Blake, but rekindled with him when he shot you a DM randomly. You had him on Instagram since your school years and this was the first time he had ever made any advance towards you, so you thought why not. When you thought back to your memory of Blake in school, he was kind of a dick but not to you. When you told Trinity and Dennis about this, they immediately didn’t like him.
You insisted on inviting him out tonight so he could finally meet your friends. You had been seeing Blake for a couple of months now and things had been going smoothly. You had to put your feelings for Robby to the back of your mind, you had been holding out for him for so long but nothing happened.
However, even when you lay in bed next to Blake at night you still grabbed your phone long after Blake went to sleep and looked on Robby’s socials. Of course, he rarely posted so you were really dwelling on old posts. You always found yourself coming back to a carousel of photos that Robby had posted of a day shift night out, photo six to be exact was a photo of you and Robby.
You always found yourself clicking onto Robby’s contact and opening up a new text message threat, typing out a message and hovering over that send button before glancing over at Blake and deleting it. Shutting off your phone and any left over feelings you may have for Robby along with it, feeling a pit in your stomach as you nuzzled into Blake’s side while Robby still lingered in your thoughts.
Robby, upon learning of you seeing Blake was seething with jealousy. He had thought you were both moving beyond friendship boundaries, so imagine his surprise when you drop the banger you’ve started seeing someone new. Robby decided to bite his tongue to remain being friends with you, he valued his friendship with you a lot.
When the day shift came to an end at seven pm, you headed to the locker room to change. You were so glad that you had actually took a change of clothes with you, seeing as it was only the bar next door, you threw on a pair of dark blue bootcut jeans and your go to silky cami top that made your boobs look good. You were also thankful that you kept a small pouch that had some makeup, deodorant and perfume in your locker.
“How do I look?” You asked Trinity as you both finished changing at the same time. “Smoking hot, Bambi. Robby’s gonna be so distraught.” Trinity smirked, you shoved her before linking your arm through hers and walking out of the hospital.
You were met with the usual group of people who came to the bar. It was you, Trinity, Dennis, Victoria and Mel who were standing in a circle outside, Mel had informed you all that the rest of them would tag along soon and to go ahead to the bar anyways.
You shot a quick text to Blake telling him that you were all headed to the bar right now.
Once in the bar, you all got drinks and found a big booth at the back of the bar that fit all of you easily. You felt the stress running through your veins being replaced with alcohol by the second, your head slowly buzzing into that way you liked when drinking.
“What’s the deal with you and Langdon?” You asked, sliding up next to Mel, noticing that you two were the only ones not participating in the conversation. “What’s the deal with you and Robby?” Mel deflected. “Cmon, I asked you first!” You exclaimed.
“There’s nothing going on… He just comes over to my place sometimes and we get take out and watch a movie!” Mel said, a little too panicky. “Right.” You said knowingly. “So what’s the deal with you and—.” Mel gets cut off when you jump up and wave the rest of them over. “Oh look, they're here.” You smile, sticking your tongue out slightly at Mel as she would now never get her own questions answered.
Robby sauntered in with that usual carefree attitude, it infuriated you and you didn’t know why. He came over to your table and opted to sit across from you, great. Everyone settled into easy conversation while you anxiously checked your phone every minute for a text from Blake.
“I swear to god, if he’s stood you up.” Trinity said grinding her teeth together, clocking you, tapping your phone screen and being disappointed when there’s no new notifications. “He’ll be here.” You reassured, were you reassuring Trinity or yourself?
Just then, your phone dings with a message from Blake letting you know he’s outside. “What did I tell you?” You said smugly. “I’m going to get Blake.” You announced to no one in particular as you stood up with a slight huff, you didn’t understand why you were wound up so tight tonight. You should be buzzing with excitement that the guy you’re seeing is meeting your friends, not feeling nervous.
You met Blake at the door. “Hey! Turns out you’re going to meet the whole day shift gang today.” You grinned, greeting Blake with a small kiss on the cheek. “Great. Saves me from reintroducing myself a couple times.” Blake said in an off handed way, you frowned slightly at his tone but shook it off.
“This is Blake.” You said, announcing your presence once again. Everyone turned around and started introducing themselves, you clung onto Blake’s arm for a reason unbeknownst to you.
The way you hung off of Blake’s arm like that made Robby’s stomach turn with jealousy. That should be him. “Robby.” Robby said in a clipped tone of voice when he was last to introduce himself.
“Ah, the famous Robby.” Blake chuckled and you felt the heat crawl up onto your face at everyone’s eyes on you. Robby didn’t say anything, just offered a small nod in return to Blake’s statement.
You sat yourself next to Trinity and Blake, Blake was seated next to Frank. You were unsure how Frank would take to Blake, he would either get along great with Blake or chew him up and spit him out.
You and Blake settled into conversation with no problem with your friends, you exhaled a sigh of relief as there were no awkward pauses. You didn’t think you could take anymore awkwardness that night.
Robby’s eyes were boring into the side of your head, and had been all night. You knew this, so you decided to face away and enthusiastically talk to Blake, even if you weren’t taking in a word that he was saying. You offered a smile and a few words here and there.
Blake did what he usually done, and only spoke about himself. Something that you were used to, but now that he was doing it around your work friends and your boss it felt embarrassing. You were downing your drinks at rapid speed, a habit you did when you were feeling nervous. As soon as you finished one, another appeared moments later. Robby sliding your drink along to you without a word.
He knew you too well. Robby knew you weren’t feeling particularly comfortable so he was giving stronger drinks to hopefully ease your nerves. The first drink he gave you was a Long Island Iced Tea, you winced at the bitter taste but slowly accepted the taste and were grateful when he got you another one.
You looked up at Robby after avoiding eye contact for the better part of the night. However, Robby was already looking at you, his deep brown eyes staring right into your soul made your thighs clench together on instinct. This action did not slide by Trinity, she clocked you immediately.
“Bathroom.” Trinity ordered and you obeyed standing up on shaky legs. Trinity had to hold onto you to keep you up right. “I’m like bambi on fucking ice.” You giggled for the first time that night, you had been suppressing your giggles for some reason. “Where do you think the nickname ‘Bambi’ came from?” Trinity says rhetorically.
“Okay. Get it over with.” You sighed, you could feel a rant incoming. “I don’t like him.” Trinity said honestly, that was something you appreciated about her. “Why?” You asked, you didn’t even know why you asked when you knew the answer.
“Are you kidding me?” Trinity scoffed. “He’s so fucking up himself, you could do so much better.” She continued, not hesitating one bit. You rested your head against the cool tile of the bathroom and took in all her words, Trinity was right.
“I do know who is much better for you,” Trinity smirked. “Who?” You smirked back, already knowing the answer. “Robby.” She smiled. “Trin.” You groaned. “You know it just as well as I do.” Trinity shrugged. “Let’s go back out there.” You said, avoiding that statement.
You plopped yourself back next to Blake, he patted your thigh when you returned before taking his hand back. His hand never lingered on your thigh the way you liked, not like how it did when you would go over to Robby’s on your day off and he would keep his hand on your thigh as you watched a movie on his couch.
You observed the people around you facial expressions, everyone that Blake was talking to looked bored out of their minds. Frank had even resorted to resting his arm on the table and resting his head on his hand, as he bore his eyes in Blakes.
“We’re so lucky to have Y/N as our friend, she’s really great. She’s also one hell of a doctor too!” Mel said warmly, she had narrowed her eyes when Blake hadn’t uttered a word about you. Usually, Frank gushed about Mel in any conversation he had and they weren’t even together, so Blake not doing the same for you really confused her.
“Aw, Thanks Mel!” You grinned affectionately, smiling in a stupid way you did when you were drunk. “She really is great, one of our best residents in the hospital.” Robby jumped in to compliment you, your eyes flicked over to his before you giggled letting the praise wash over you.
“Really?” Blake asked, in a way that sounded surprised. You reared your head back at his tone, how was that a surprise you hadn’t went through all of those years of med school nothing. “Is that so hard to believe?” Trinity and Cassie bit, defending you at the same time.
Blake glanced around nervously, his eyes landing on Franks and Robby’s, both of who were shooting daggers at him. “Of course not!” Blake squeaked. You nodded, a strange feeling washing over you.
“So, how did you and Y/N meet?” Mel asked, trying to diffuse the new tension that had built. Oh sweet lovely Mel. Blake told everyone how you had went to high school together and he always thought you were cute, but didn’t have the balls to say anything right up until a couple of months ago. “How sweet.” Samira said sarcastically, Blake not picking up on her tone.
“What was she like in school?” Victoria asked curiously, you could tell the intense eye contact Cassie was making with her was getting to Victoria.
“Oh, she was just the sweetest but never failed to sass anyone who tried to cross her,” Blake started, a few people nodded in agreement as that sounded like you.
“She was also quite timid, and wouldn't make direct eye contact with me.” Blake guffawed, you cocked your head in confusion, and so did your friends. “Really?” You asked. “Oh yeah.” Blake smiled.
Everyone knew that was not like you at all, you were the least timid person ever and you could easily hold eye contact with anyone especially someone you liked. You managed to look Robby in the eye for the past year.
“To try to loosen her up a little,” Blake said, his tone turning quite cocky. Robby’s eyes darkened at Blake’s words not liking his tone, you caught Robby’s eye and shook your head lightly. You felt Trinity beside you start to stir in anger but you grabbed her hand.
“I told everyone she had slept with Bryan Jacobs, to hopefully build her confidence so that she could talk to more guys seeing as they started coming up to her, it worked.” Blake laughed but the booth fell silent. What. This was the first you were hearing of this, tears started welling up in your eyes immediately upon hearing this information. You had been subject to the worst bullying of your life that year.
“You started that fucking rumour?”You shouted, everyone collectively held their breaths. “Did you not know?” Blake asked, his cocky smile still plastered on his lips.
“Of course I fucking didn’t!” You hissed, your breathing becoming jagged as you tried to stop yourself from hyperventilating. “That was the worst year of my life!” You cried, forgetting everyone was watching you.
“Well, it worked. Look at you now, you’re so confident.” Blake shrugged. You didn’t say anything as you clenched your jaw looking around at everyone, a million thoughts racing through your brain at the same time.
You took your half drunken drink and flung it in Blake’s face. The group gasped and few of them even clapped. “You’re such a fucking dick!” You spat, slamming the now empty glass on the table as you stormed out the bar.
You stormed angrily around the side of the bar and pressed your back up against the red brick. The fresh air hitting you, made you feel drunker than you already where and you started sobbing.
You were sure someone would discover you at any moment and that you should wipe away your tears, but that didn’t feel important right now. After bursting into tears and wiping them away furiously, you pulled out a pack of cigarettes you kept for when you were out drinking.
You took one out of the pack and wrapped your lips around it, taking out a lighter and lighting it. Inhaling and then exhaling the smoke until there was a pool of smoke around you. The burning of your lungs felt nice, something to focus on rather than crying.
You tipped your head back so it was resting on the red brick and shut your eyes. “I didn’t know you smoked.” A voice questioned, cutting the silence that you were enveloped in.
“Social smoker,” You said opening your eyes, meeting Robby’s brown ones. He glanced at your tear stained cheeks for a beat, hating seeing you in that state. Robby had never seen you so upset before, hell, he can’t recall if he ever saw you cry. Just then, Robby also pulled out a cigarette and lit it. “I didn’t know you smoked either.” You said as you eyed the way he took a drag.
“Social smoker.” He smiled slightly, repeating your own words. You both stood in a comfortable silence, no words were being said it was just you two and the faint smell of smoke that the Pittsburgh air had late at night.
You still felt drunk as you blinked slowly at Robby, your eyes were always the give away that you were drunk. “You’re drunk,” Robby said pointing out the obvious, as he chuckled at you swaying lightly.
“It was bound to happen when you were loading me up with Long Island Iced Teas all night.” You smirked as you threw your cigarette on the ground and stood on it.
“You needed saving from that man.” Robby spat, refusing to say Blake’s name. “Yeah…” You muttered, directing your eyes to the floor. “Speaking of that… Are you okay?” Robby asked, tipping your chin up to meet his eyes. You felt heat spread across your cheeks at Robby’s touch.
“Uh…” You swallowed as you stared up at his expectant eyes. “Egos a little bruised if I'm being honest. Your coworkers finding out about horrible high school rumours is not a nice feeling.”
“You shouldn’t have to feel like that.” Robby said, looking at you with sympathy but you shrugged. “How’s Blake?” You asked, wondering what followed after you stormed out.
Robby snorted as he seemed to be recounting what happened when you left. All your friends immediately jumping down his throat and ripping him a new one. Robby’s eyes darkened even more and threatened him, with Blake quickly stumbling out the bar.
“Let’s just say he got an earful. Langdon also chewed him up and spat him back out, not before I got my word in. He won’t be bothering you again,” Robby said, searching your facial expression for any glimpse of terror.
Any other time, if you were sober, you would have been horrified trying to message Blake to make it up to him. But instead, you found this whole situation amusing. “My best boys.” You slurred drunkenly, you smiled up at Robby with the dopiest grin he had ever seen from you. He swore his heart leapt at that silly affectionate compliment.
“We need to get you home.” Robby said in amusement, you nodded your head in agreement. “Could you grab my bag for me…Mm just not ready to face anyone yet.” You slurred.
Robby headed inside and grabbed your little pink shoulder bag, slinging it over his shoulder as he made his way back out to you. The sight of Robby with your stupid pink bag resting on his shoulder and him not giving it second thought did something unexplainable to you. If giving heart eyes was possible, you were doing exactly that.
“What?” Robby questioned. “You just look so hot.” You said, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them. You smacked your hand over your mouth and Robby looked at you with affection.
“I’m taking you back to my place,” He started and you straightened at that. “I just don’t want Blake coming back to your apartment and, god forbid, do anything to you.” Robby lied and you knew it too but you decided to let it slide. Blake was too busy to even attempt to try anything with you, especially when Trinity and Dennis were home. Blake had said many times that they were like your hound dogs, but rather than take offence like Blake intended, you smiled with pride.
“Thank you.” You smiled as he started walking ahead of you. Robby had led you both to his motorcycle, you snickered at the sight of it. “Here,” Robby said passing you his helmet.
“I’m glad you finally listened to me and got a helmet, but you need this.” You said passing the helmet back to Robby but he shoved it back into your hands. “You will be sitting behind me, you’re more at risk than I am.” Robby said sternly, raising an eyebrow at you so you backed down and put the helmet on.
“Do I look like a hot biker girl?” You asked. “You really got the look down correctly, now hop on.” Robby smiled as he assessed your outfit. Robby sat on the bike and there was room for you at the back.
You slung your legs around the back of the motorcycle and positioned your feet just behind Robby’s. “Hold onto me.” He ordered and kicked up the engine. You wrapped your arms around his middle and clung on for dear life.
The motorcycle grumbled to life and Robby revved the engine as he swerved onto the roads of Pittsburgh. The wind was flowing through your hair and the slight chill in the air heated up your flushed clammy skin from the alcohol.
What you were feeling was probably the best feeling ever, you felt truly at peace now more than ever. In Robby’s company, you felt more at ease than you ever have in Blake’s company. This feeling was serene.
You didn’t say anything as you took in your surroundings. Somehow, Pittsburgh was more beautiful at night with the streetlights illuminating the place. Your arms gripping at Robby made his stomach involuntarily clench, he was sensitive to your touch.
He pulled up to his apartment building and put the motorcycle in park. Robby hopped off first and offered a hand to help you off. The moment you stood up, your legs felt like jelly. The combination of the amount of alcohol you had consumed and the rush of air hitting your legs made you almost fall over.
“Cmon, Bambi.” Robby chuckled as he slung an arm around you to keep you upright. The stupid nickname Trinity called you at work had worked its way into Robby’s head, the nickname suited you. You put the helmet back down on the motorcycle.
You very slowly walked up Robby’s stairs to reach the floor of his apartment, you knew you would faceplant and embarrass yourself.
Robby guided you into his bedroom, you had taken in his bedroom and smiled at how the little touches of you were still present. “You haven’t changed the room!” You exclaimed, smiling as Robby set you down gently onto his big plush king. “Of course not.” He chuckled.
“I am going to get you a big glass of water and a Tylenol, which I know isn’t recommended, but trust me it will help you out for the morning.” Robby said. “Yes, Doctor.” You smirked as Robby walked away.
You pulled out your phone and glazed past the multiple messages from Blake, you were already seeing double so you couldn’t read them. You pulled up Trinity’s contact and sent her a text.
You: at robby hose, se u tomoz 🥰
Trinity: Oh My God, okay. Stay safe!! ily
You: love u xx
You shut your phone and threw it somewhere on Robby’s bed and waited patiently for him to come back.
Robby came back with what he promised and passed you the water and Tylenol. “Slow sips,” He directed in that low voice that made something in your stomach knot together.
“I have some pyjamas, can you change yourself?” He chuckled, and you shook your head in honestly.
“Don’t look!” You squealed as Robby started sliding your jeans off your legs. He shook his head in amusement and tried his very best to not stare and your silky legs for a beat too long. He slid a pair of cotton shorts on you, they hung lowly on you and he tried not to think about his shorts looking so good on you.
“Arms up.” Robby ordered, in that low voice again. You swallowed thickly and obey. He pulled your shirt over your head effortlessly and slipped his favourite sleeping shirt onto your torso. Robby knew if he even got a glimpse of your chest he would think about that for an eternity.
“There, All ready for bed.” Robby said, taking a step back and assessing you. You tried not to crumble under his intimidating gaze, he looked like he would devour you if he could.
“Spiderman?” You questioned, looking down at his choice of sleep shift and trying to get him to avert his heavy glare from you. “What can I say, always a nerd at heart.” He smiled.
“Thank you Robby, seriously.” You said, sobering up slightly. There was some unspoken words floating around that you choose not to include but Robby understood you perfectly.
“Sleep.” Robby ordered as he pulled back the duvet for you to climb under. You climbed under and sunk into his soft mattress, Robby gave you the blanket you had bought him when you were house sitting. You smiled as the blanket smelled just like him, showing that he clearly used it a lot.
“I’ll be out in the living room if you need me.” Robby said going to walk away before you stopped him. “Stay. Please?” You said, looking up at him with wide expectant eyes. Those eyes would be the death of him, when you looked at him like that, even in work, he couldn’t say no.
“Okay.” Robby said simply.
You peeled your eyes open slowly and groaned into the pillow, you had woken with a migraine that sat at the front of your brain and was spreading. You remembered everything that went down last night and your heart dropped right down to your stomach, anxiety immediately overtaking you.
You got your bearings and looked at the somehow familiar room you were in that certainly was not your own, the grey bedsheets and dark wooden furniture giving you déjà vu. It suddenly clicked to you that this was Robby’s room. You snapped your head around to the space in the bed beside you. Robby had vacated the bed but the sheets were crumpled and the space was still warm, indicating he hadn’t long left.
What happened after you stormed out the bar was all a bit blurry to you, you can vaguely remember Robby’s face popping up in your mind here and there. You went to go grab your phone, knowing that you probably threw it somewhere in the room.
Robby had put your phone on charge and set it on the night stand beside you, he switched out your glass of water for a fresh one, and had put another Tylenol next to it. Your heart swelled at the small things like this, the singleness of it all. Robby was a natural caretaker so it made sense why he would help you.
You tap your phone and see it’s eight thirty AM, you silently thanked the shift gods that you weren’t scheduled to work until tomorrow morning. You had multiple texts from all your friends worrying about you, wondering where you had gone and an influx of messages from Blake. You cleared Blake’s messages away, not being able to stomach looking at them right now and decided to leave your friends on delivered for a little longer.
You swung your legs out of Robby’s bed, slowly standing as to not make yourself more dizzier than you already felt. You quickly took the Tylenol and sipped the water, deciding to walk out to look for Robby.
Robby was stood in his kitchen with his back turned from you. He was shirtless and wearing a pair of sleep shorts, exposing his back dimples. You had to pick your jaw off the floor as the thought of Robby catching you gawking at him was extremely embarrassing.
One of floorboards creaked underneath the weight of your feet and he turned around, a gentle smile stretching on his lips. “You’re up!” He commented. When he turned around, it revealed his stocky build. His bicep muscles were defined but he had a soft tummy, a patch of hair underneath his navel leading down the way and you had to snap your eyes back up to look at him. You felt yourself get flustered at how perfect he looked in this moment.
“I’m up!” You exclaimed, trying to conceal the furious blush you were sure was crawling up your face. “I’m making breakfast, I hope scrambled eggs and toast is okay?” Robby asked, you nodded. “It’s all I had…” He trailed off. Right now, Robby looked a lot like how he did when he was younger, the years of stress from this job seemed like it had lifted. You recalled coming across a photo of him and a friend when they were in med school. Robby had soft floppy hair and a dopey grin.
“Robby…” You sighed. “I’ll need to go food shopping for you again, seeing as you keep forgetting. You need to take care of yourself!” You lightly scolded, making your way to sit at his kitchen island.
“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart.” Robby smiles lightly, the nickname sliding off his tongue with ease. You found that you liked this nickname and that you could easily get used to the sweet domestic environment you were in right now.
Robby slid a plate of scrambled eggs and toast over to you and beckoned you to join him on the couch. He wordlessly threw you the remote, letting you be in full control of what you were both watching.
You decided to rewatch Grey's Anatomy, a show you put on when you didn’t know what to watch and somehow you always circled back to it. You loved pointing out the medical inaccuracies and so did Robby as it happened.
The hangover truly started to hit you in this moment as you found yourself sinking further into Robby’s couch and focusing all of your energy into trying not to throw up. Somewhere between you watching the tv without focusing on it and sliding down so you were laying on his couch, Robby grabbed your legs and threw them onto his lap. He was dragging his nails up and down your leg in a steady rhythm that was just about to lull you to sleep.
“Sweetheart?” Robby questioned speaking up, breaking the silence that the two of you had fell into. You lifted your head to look at him, the new nickname making you feel more awake than you were mere seconds ago. “Yes?”
“What are we doing?” Robby asked, his nails had stopped sliding across your legs and now he was holding them with a firm grip and with a hard look in his eyes. “What do you mean?” You asked, sitting up a little straighter. You knew exactly what he meant, you just didn’t want to be the first one to say it.
“Come over here.” He demanded, somehow wanting you to sit closer to him than you already were. You crawled across to him and tucked your legs underneath you as you looked him in the eye. Your big pleading eyes made him want to forget his morals and drop everything for you
“Why are we pretending that we don’t want each other?" he questions once again, his eyes flick down to your lips and stay on them a beat too long. His questions renders you speechless, your brain short circuits and he chuckles at you with your jaw hanging open.
“I don’t know.” You said breathlessly. Robby closes the gap between you two, bringing his lips to yours and kissing you like his life depending on it and that you might slip away from him if he didn’t do this.
Your heartbeat picked up as he nudged his tongue against your lips, you immediately accepted letting your tongues join together. You moan lightiy as he pulled your hair gently, the noise you made making Robby groan in response.
You sighed happily against his lips as he took your bottom lip in his mouth and nibbled on it. He was starving for you and your touch on him.
You let out a small squeak of surprise as he gripped your hips and swung you onto his lap so that you were straddling him. Immediately, you pushed your core down onto the imprint of his dick through his shorts and started grinding down on it desperately.
“Fuck, baby.” Robby groaned at the sudden contact, he gripped onto your hips to slow the pace that you moved against him. He was positive if he didn’t stop you, that he would cum right there and then.
Robby kissed down your neck, breaking the skin and branding you as his. You would scold him later for leaving a mark somewhere so visible but you couldn’t find the words too right now.
“Robby.” You whined as the feeling of his light pecks down your neck and the feeling on his cock were becoming too much. “Let’s get this off.” Robby said lowly, you lifted up your arms and Robby pulled his shirt off you.
Your boobs dropped out of the sleep shirt and were practically in Robby’s face at how close you two were, Robby was not complaining though, this was his version of heaven. You were now desperate for Robby, guiding your hands down to his shorts and hooking your fingers in the waistband. You looked up at him for his consent intently, he nodded vigorously.
You pulled his shorts and boxers down in one swift motion, his throbbing cock springing out. You widened your eyes at how long and thick his cock was, your stomach erupting into butterflies at the thought of how he was going to fit inside of you.
“Are you sure?” Robby asked, palming one of your boobs in his hand as you squirmed in his lap needing to feel him inside you. “Very.” You moaned.
Robby pulled the crotch of his shorts and your panties to the side as he ran his long finger up and down your slit. “You’re soaked, sweetheart.” Robby said, almost in a pitying voice, as you were dripping with wetness. You nodded your head and whined, grinding up onto his finger.
“Not right now.” Robby said, you looked confused as he lifted you off his lap, you moaned at the loss of contact with his finger. Robby pushed your back down onto the couch, so that you were sprawled on your back and he was towering above you.
“I need to take care of you first.” Robby smirked as he slid your shorts and panties off and tossed them god knows where. “Wha—.” But you were cut off when Robby lowered himself so that his head was between your legs and lapped up your wetness with his tongue.
“Oh…. Fuck!” You practically screamed as he swirled his tongue around your clit, somewhere that Blake never focused his attention on so this was new to you. Robby’s big hands were holding the inside of your thighs tightly, making sure that you didn’t clamp them together on instinct. Robby made eye contact with you as he was still eating you out, that action alone drove you over the edge.
Robby, deciding to overstimulate you that little bit more, slid two fingers inside of you while still focusing on your clit. “I’m going to cum!” You screamed as you moved your pussy further into his face so that you were suffocating him with it. You felt Robby’s nose nudging at your clit which tipped you over the edge.
“Come for me, baby.” He mumbled against your clit, the vibrations from his words sending shock waves through your core and you came against him. You rode out your orgasm on his fingers that were still pumping lazily inside of you.
“Jesus Christ.” Robby said as he came up from in between your legs, his mouth glistened with your wetness. You blushed furiously. “Want a taste? You taste so sweet.” Robby smirked and you nodded. He kissed you quickly, allowing for you to get a taste of yourself.
“Robby…. I need you inside me. Like, Now.” You demanded, as you pulled back holding his neck. Robby obeyed and he pushed you back down, manhandling you and you let him.
Robby was kneeling down in front of you and positioned his cock so that it was in line with your entrance. His tip nudged at you before fully entering you, you could tell Robby was trying to be kind and patient but once he was inside of you he was thrusting at a rapid pace. Not leaving anytime for you to adjust to his length.
You gasped as Robby plowed into you, his hips snapping against you the sound filling the room. “You okay?” He asked, out of breath. The vein in his temple popped out.
“I’m doing so sooo good.” You sighed in a dream like way, as you moved against Robby. You lifted your hips up and Robby held onto you for support, he hit all the right spots repeatedly making you moan out, he also moaned the pleasure of hitting your G spot over and over was good.
“You fuck me so much better than Blake ever did.” You confessed, your mouth opening as he hit a particular sweet spot inside of you. His thrusts sped up at your statement. “Oh yeah?” He challenged.
“He never made me cum.” You groaned as you were so close. Robby’s hips stuttered for a little at the words that just tumbled out of your mouth. “Never?” He growled as he fucked you into oblivion.
“I was holding out for you.” You sighed, not even realising what you just said. “You can’t just say things like that sweetheart, shit.” Robby moaned as his orgasm was close. You giggled at his response but shut up as he pinned you down underneath him and buried himself in you.
“I’m gonna cum!” You whined. The feeling of a rope tightening in your core and threatening to snap at any moment, your legs tingling. “Let go.” Robby ordered.
Robby thrusts got faster as he was determined to make you cum before him. The rope in your core unraveled and your orgasm came crashing down, pleasure washing over you.
Your legs shook from where they were wrapped around Robby. As you came, Robby groaned as he spilled his cum inside of you. You felt the hot spurts of cum and how he was still thrusting, letting you ride out your orgasm on his dick.
Once you both came, his thrusts became lazy and not in sync. Robby collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing heavily at sweating. Robby placed his head over your heart and could hear how fast it was beating, if this were any other time he would tell you to make a trip down to the ER.
Robby had went in soft inside of you, but didn’t make a move to leave you. The warmth of you making him feel grounded, you traced lazy circles on his back as you looked up at his ceiling with a shit eating grin on your face.
“That was long overdue.” You admitted, Robby raised his head to look at you. “Very much so. I’m so sorry for being such an ass.” Robby confessed, self aware at his stupidity. “I am so glad you came to that conclusion by yourself.” You teased. As a result of your sarcastic comment, Robby pulled himself out of you and you cried at the loss of contact and warmth.
“Mean.” You pouted and he chuckled. “I’m not letting you get out of my grip ever again, that was so stupid on my behalf. You’re mine now.” Robby smiled, feeling a tad possessive but you liked it. “Now that is something I am very happy about.” You smiled as you reached across to give him a quick peck on the lips.
“Let’s clean up.” Robby stated. You glanced around the place, noticing the mess of the kitchen he made while making breakfast and his couch cushions that were now thrown on the floor.
“Us or the apartment?” You said sarcastically. “Us,” Robby said rolling his eyes. “In the shower.”
You smirked at him as he dove towards you, slinging you over his shoulder in the direction of the bathroom.
“Can I put on my playlist?” You jokingly asked, referring to your cleaning playlist. “The playlist when I caught you listening to Fergie.” Robby chuckled and you nodded.
“Anything for you, princess.” Robby smiled and kicked the bathroom door shut.
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