You finish up the exam of a young boy's arm. Smiling you turn to his mother, "it isn't broken just a bad sprain. I'll get you a shoulder sling and-"
"Can I borrow you a sec?" Dana jumps in and leans in to your ear, "he's snapping at everyone."
You nod to her removing your gloves, "if you'll excuse me I have to go yell at someone." Standing up, "hey Whitaker, can you take over. Get this young man a sling and instructions for discharge for the mom."
You make your way across the nurses station and it doesn't take long to hear him snapping at someone else. Picking up your pace to follow the voice. Turning the corner you come up behind him, "Robby."
"What," he snarls out as he spins then his face immediately softens when he sees its you.
"I'm sorry I'm," he runs his hand down his face. Without a word you grab his arm and he lets you drag him away. "Come on... I said I'm sorry."
You push open the door to the mens restroom. "You can't-" you cut him off by shoving him inside, his back to the corner.
Pointing your finger at him, "now you listen. I don't care what damn day it is, you CANNOT be going on on your staff like that. You are the chief and the captain of this sinking vessel. They look up to you and won't come back to work the next day if you are being a worse you."
Those words stick for a minute as the other occupant flushes and leaves. Robby scratches the back of his neck as his face grows slightly red. "I fucked up uts just this day is getting to me and."
He rambles a bit as you step back and lock the door. Then move back to him, "I have one proven method to make you relax." You unbutton and unzip his pants.
He notices the locked door, " you can't do that. Its a public facility and a risk-"
You've already dropped to your knees and he shuts up immediately when you put his cock in your mouth. You know his perfect length so well, what pressure to suck, where to stroke, how he likes his balls massaged. You give him the perfect combo as he hangs over you. Grabbing a fistfull of your hair he breathes heavier as you move in and out.
Making quick work because you can't lock a public restroom for long without suspicion. He drops your hair and balances himself on the tiles. You suqeeze and pump a little faster until he unloads in your mouth. You look up so see his mouth covered by his arm to keep quiet.
You stand and grab a paper towel wad, running it under a little water you move to clean him and yourself up. He leans down and pulls your chin up. Giving a couple quick kisses you clean him up while he dresses himself.
Throwing the paper away you point at him again. "Now no more snapping at people or you won't get dessert tonight."
He chuckles and zips himself up, "Yes ma'am."
You unlock the door and exit. Taking a mint from the container in your pocket you see Dana at the nurses station. You pop it in and give her a nod. She smiles, "good girl."
"I can't breathe," Mr. Mertz says on the gurney. Sliding on your stethoscope you move around his chest. "Thats because you have a collapsed lung along with those bruised ribs."
You move to grab the needle from the nurse only to find someone else assisting you. Surprised to see him you take it and measure with your fingers where his lung is.
"Right... about...there," he confirs with your assessment as you bring the needle down into Mr. Mertz's chest.
BP back to normal, nurse Sanders announces as a slight deflating sound leaves Mr. Mertz's chest. "Great job," your assistant offers and opens his mouth to say something else when he's summoned away.
Mateo opens the door, "Dr. Robby we could use your help with this trauma." He exits and you finish up and give orders for his IV drip.
Tossing the paper gown and gloves in the bin, Dr. King asks your opinion on her patient since the chief attending is a bit busy.
"I agree, just remember to keep that bandage dry so it won't get infected." Dr. King nods and goes back to her patient. You inch closer to the trauma room and see everyone in there a little flustered. Grabbing another gown and gloves you push the door open with your back. "What do we have?"
""He's crashing!" Mateo yells as the monitors start screeching. Pulling on your gloves you watch hands move all around the patient.
"Internal bleeding?" You offer.
"Yea but he needs an airway first."
You nod to Dr. Robby then call out for a, "laryngoscope and a 7 tube."
Moving to the top of the head you tip the chin so you can have a better view. Using the scope it stops just at the back of the tongue. "I see cords, tube me," you take the tube and breathe out as you guide it down and through.
"Is it always so easy for you," Dr. Robby jests.
You pull out the stopper and give him a wink, "bag em."
You move across from Robby on the other side of the patient. Still crashing you can see their minds and hands move a mile a minute. "More blood in the bag," nurse Plimpkin holds up from the side rails.
"Where are you," Robby questions as he moves the portable monitor across the chest and to the abdomen. Moving more to the side he spots it. "There!"
You move around the gurney, "looks like we need to crop and clamp. Make him stable to move up."
"Ten blade," Robby holds out his hand and gets what he needs. Making an incision you hold with a pair of hemostats. After using a small spreader he announces, "found it;" then he looks over at you, "clamp it."
You dive in and push past Robby's finger, "oh, its a big one."
After clamping it you smile as nurse Plimpkin announces no more blood in the container.
"Okay get him upstairs please so he doesn't die down here."
You chuckle at Robby, "come one man."
He scratches the back of his neck, "too soon?"
They roll him out of the trauma room and you actually give Robby a high five. He catches your hand and doesn't drop it. The last two in the room you gaze into his eyes, remembering how you'd always get so lost in them. Looking around the ER is busy with life, to busy to notice the both of you.
Keeping a hold of his hand you pull him out the side door and through the back hallway. He doesn't even question it and already knows where you are going. Like a couple of teenagers you sneak into the janitors closet.
Closing the door your lips crash together and your hands roam his chest before resting at the back of his neck. How familiar those lips were as they moved around yours. So warm and inviting you suck on hia bottom lip a bit. A small moan escapes his mouth and you move to undo your scrub bottoms.
You slide them down enough and turn to face the metal shelf full of supplies. Hearing his belt and zipper being undone you prepare yourself.
Never fully prepared as he enters you, easy because you are already so wet. Biting your bottom lip as you remembered this feeling, this was the part of the relationship he was best at. You broke it off with him three years ago but in this moment you don't understand why.
Grunts in your ear as his hand snakes around your neck to hold you in place. You spread wider for him because now he's hitting the spot. It never took him long. Biting the back of your hand to stiffle your moans he picks up the pace. He leaves kisses down your neck as his hips snap into you. The shelf rocking steadly as he throws his hand on top of yours. Lacing your fingers together he buries his face into the back of your shoulder. It gets hot fast due to his heavy breaths.
Smiling you take a second then start to clean yourselves off. "That adrenaline is a hell of a drug huh," you nearly laugh out.
He nods, "I missed this. I missed us."
You look into those brown eyes as you tie your scrubs. "Don't you go working that Robby charm on me. We've tried this once before. Didn't end so well."
He moves his hand under your chin, "maybe its time for a do-over." You have your reservations and squint at him a little. Then he kisses you like he was a diver and you were his oxygen.
"Finish getting cleaned up and wait a couple minutes before leaving."
He gives you a sly smile, "I remember."
You open the door and look around, no one. Making your exit you feel a slap on the ass and some giggling in the closet.
I love that four different people on my feed scheduled this joyous person to reblog by 8am on June 1. I look forward to seeing this a dozen more times today.
Instead of being in settings its in the google app. Also, google, not chrome. Icon is a G, not the circle thing. Click on your pfp to open a menu
From there, go Settings > Gemini > Digital Assistants > Switch to Google Assistant. This disables Gemini, google's AI assistant, and switches you back to the old one. We aren't done yet.
Go back to Settings. From there, we go Settings > Google Assistant > scroll to find General > Google Assitant on/off > turn it off
They really tried their best to make it a pain, but you can eventually disable it. Holding the power button on your phone still pulls up a menu and asks you to turn it back on, but this is the least intrusive you can make it.
Applies to all non-apple phones afaik. For sure Samsungs and Pixels but idrk about others
Edit: thank you my friend @/teeth-kid for confirming that this also works on Motorola
A small pleasing breeze graces your cheek as your fingers twirl in his brown locks. Slouched back as his head is cradled on your lap. A rare still moment with your general.
The housemaid lets out a little frustrated air as she switches hands. This heat is getting to everyone. Being shaded helps but this roman heat knows no bounds.
“Lizel, why don’t you get yourself some water,” you look up and over at your housemaid. She drops the leaf and curtesys before disappearing into the corridors
You pick up a grape and hover over his luscious lips, “here, let me feed you.”
His lips part slightly and you gently place the grape inside. Your finger tip ghosts his lower lip, causing a stir under your robe. He purses his lips and gives you a small kiss.
You grin as you grab another grape and repeat the process. Still enjoying twirling those curls of his. This time as you pull away he grabs your wrist. Bringing it to his face he moves your palm to his lips, giving it a wet and warm kiss.
“Now husband, keep that up, and we’ll no longer be relaxing,” you scold him. He lets out a chuckle and interlaces his fingers with yours. Moving both hands to his chest, he lets out a content sigh.
Sitting by the window with a cup in your hand. Sipping on your favorite drink as you wait. You think of the last song he sang around you, then started humming it t yourself. A silly comfort but it was better than listening to the ticking clock. Smiling a bit as you think of his smile then it fades when you flash to when he left. “I’ll be back,” he said.
“When?”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” You look at the pain in his eyes and realize he might be lying but he’d be lying for your benefit. He meant well but you worried and most of all that it was over. Then you got texts from him and all seemed fine. Some wouldn’t make sense at all and some you waited days for a reply. When it came, was a day of rejoicing.
When your cup was empty you got up to refill it. Still humming as you could no longer see the bottom you move back to take your place. Your heart skipped a bit when you heard it go off. Sitting down and picking it up you unlock it. “Delayed, won’t get in until night but will come your way.” You press the phone to your chest.
“He’s coming,” you whisper contently.
After all this time you remembered things and they came back to you so naturally. Not missing a beat or a sound, just peace in the little things. Little reminders lay all around and you quit paying attention to the calendar. Stealing moments from the world seemed normal, especially with the line of work your guy’s in. Dealing with death is his job, not by your choice but you can’t stop him. “Clouds looking a little dark,” you whisper under your breath.
You take another sip then your eyes get heavy. You did have a late conversation with him. So understandable why your eyes are so heavy now. Giggling a little at your awkward exchanges, he’s used to it. Well, you think he is. Not the point. Thinking of better things, like his assets make you drool. Makes you go to your happy place where he is everywhere. Thinking of his lips and how his hands make you feel. The way he moves when he’s around you. The way your heart flutters when he’s around and your stomach knots up. The way his *knock knock*
You yawn as you begin waking up. Stretching out you notice that Sam is not at your side. Rubbing your eyes, you shrug it off because he usually beats you to a morning run. Maybe if he did afternoon runs, you’d join him. Then that’s when the smell hit you. Springing out of bed you nearly sprint down the hall, letting your nose lead the way. The smell was familiar and heavenly. The beautiful aroma took you back when you were younger, and you rushed to the kitchen table to get a couple strips on your plate.
Turning the corner and dashing into the kitchen smiling from ear to ear. Lightly sitting at the table, you excitedly sit as he brings the skillet closer to you.
“Good morning,” you greet him while watching the golden-brown strips still sizzling on the metal.
“Morning,” he halfheartedly grunts out.
You watch him and look at the bags under his eyes, another sleepless night. Yet this man still got up and made bacon even though he won’t eat it himself. Still smiling as he dishes some up for you and you try not to show concern when he looks at you. Picking up a strip as he returns to the stove you crunch into it and your eyes roll back in your head.
“How do you always make it so good?”
You hear him give a little laugh then a loud clang then thud as the pan hits the floor. Spinning in your chair you see him shake his hand then bend over to pick the skillet back up. Jumping up from your seat you lunge over to him.
“Let me see,” you gently grab his arm and look for a wound. Then you see a burn mark on his arm, then an older one. You look into his eyes, “oh Sam,” moving to his other arm you see more old burn marks. “What are all of these? More late-night cooking?”
He looks at you and that broke your heart a little. Not letting go even though he tries to pull back. “Sam, you can tell me anything. Is this related to why you can’t sleep?”
He looks away and you see his lip tremble slightly.
Then you palm his jaw, “Sam, I want you to hear and understand me. What happened, it wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t have done anything differently. Deans in the hospital until Castiel can make his way there. Stop beating yourself up.”
He looks back at you with a tear in the corner of his eye, "but I wasn't there for him. If I wouldn't have gone around back, I would have been there to stop the other werewolf."
You pull him in for a hug, "but he'll be fine. Cass will heal him up and he'll be back to his grumpy self in no time." Then you paused, "so don't think you deserve these burns. I'm telling Cass so he can heal you as well and I don't want to hear any guff from you." You run your fingers through his hair, "now lets enjoy some breakfast."
He lets out a relieved half laugh. You smile up at him, "let me guess... eggs?"
He nods, "thanks babe."
"No problem and lets also cut back on the late night and early morning cooking until you've had some good sleep."
What?!?! I waited for payday and finally got off work to sit down and watch The Uninvited on Amazon - and it isn't available?!?!?! I saved it Monday, ugh. Bunmer
After an hour, being left by yourself in a small room is not fit for a dog you reach and crouch. Mumbling to yourself, you keep at it as you focus and scribble as fast as you can.
Hitting your head because the words come out faster than you can write. Taking a breath, closing your eyes, you open them and continue.
"Not much time."
Shoving the bed out of the way you finish up the corner so no blank space is showing. Still mumbling, you fidget with your fingers and go line to line. Then the door opens.
"How the hell did she get a marker?" An orderly grabs you. He drags you into the hallway when you see a trenchcoated man enter the hallway. His dark hair and blue eyes glance at you, then widen as he enters the room. He looks at the scribbles, but he knows what they mean. He looks back at you, then you mouth, "he's coming."
Some sad Joel? Well that's what I got, also very short.
Photo credit: me. Took it off my TV (so proud)
He sits very sternly on the edge of the bed. Not the shared one with you because that was years ago, and the world has changed a lot since then. No, this was an unfamiliar bed, an uncomfortable bed.
He looks down at his hands, still bruised from a beating he gave weeks ago. He remembers a time when your hand fit in his. When your hand would interlace your fingers with his and the world was right. Your hearts would race at the simplest touch, and bedtime was dangerous.
"I'm sorry," he barely utters out as a tear rolls down his cheek. He leans up and turns off the light. Laying down on his side, he crosses his arms, "I'll never forget you," he whimpers out as he leaves a gap in his arms where yours once was. Because he will never forget your cuddles.
You walk into the kitchen and smile a little at what you find. Sauntering up to the table, you look into the cup expecting to see and smell booze, but instead, it was a thin bit of coffee at the bottom.
Going to the cupboard, you pull out the grounds and make your way to the coffee pot. Slowly pulling out where the filter is, you take it out and put in a new one.
Replacing with a clean one, you dump some coffee in it and chexk to see if there's enough water. After seeing there is you hit the on button.
After about a couple minutes, the aroma of coffee fills the air, and he starts to move. Then he shoots up and licks his lips. Drool in the corner of his mouth, you smile over at him, "morning sunshine."
He bobbles he head and looks at you, "Do I smell coffee?"
Talking with the other guests you don’t have to look behind you to know who just grabbed your hand. It swallows yours and you’d know those calluses anywhere. He quickly whisks you away, “where are we going?”
He doesn’t say anything as you maneuver around some trees and follow the brick wall around the property. When the roar of the party was now but a whisper he stops and pushes your back against the wall. His hands land at your waist and he takes a breath in as the move north.
“You shouldn’t be taunting me with a dress like that,” those brown eyes melt into yours.
“I thought you’d never notice,” your arms move around his neck and play with his hair at the back.
His pupils blow out and his hips meet yours. Leaning in his lips move to your ear, “naughty girl, no underwear.”
You shiver at his discovery and bite your lower lip. “All the more to tease you with,” you seductively whisper out.
With that he crashes his lips into yours and you moan at the taste of him.
His right hand quickly moves to pull up to the end of your dress then pushes his hand up it. Gasping as he discovers how wet you already are he lets go of your dress and moves to undoing in pants. You start to turn around and he grabs your wrist.
“No love, I want to look at you.”
Dropping his pants he raises up your dress and between him and a steady wall he smothers you with kisses. Then you feel him tease a little before expertly sliding in. He smiles against your neck and shifts his balance as he lifts your leg. Definitely pinned to the wall now you hold onto him as he thrusts.
The sound of the party fades away as all you hear now is his grunting and your heart. His necklace bounces off your chest and your mind wonders to the time it was dangling while you were on all fours, and he was behind you. That bed was more comfortable than the wall, but you weren’t complaining. You loved the spontaneity and how hot and heavy he was for you as well.
Grabbing his shirt with both fists you are already there as you stare at his neck. Stifling the urge to bite it he kisses you as you moan into his mouth. He bites his lip and draws a little blood so the party people can’t hear him. He kisses up your neck and jawline then pulls out. You cup his jaw and breathe heavily. Pulling up his pants and letting your dress fall back down you both do a once over before you make the walk back.
Just before you make the tree line you lean up to his ear, “meet you by the car in 20,” then smacked his ass. He let out a very erotic grunt, so you looked over your shoulder to see him smirking at you.
Had a surprising visitor in my dreams last night, I didn't mind so much. Had a crush on him since Gone in 60 Seconds.
If you read, I hope you enjoy.
Word count: under 900
A little smutty, like me.
Your eyes closed, heavy from the light. Sitting in a cars bucket seat outside was his favorite hangout. Your mind wonders about the gift you’d given. Felt like a lot at the time but you know he would enjoy it as much as you. Some old paint from added panels because the old ones have long since disappeared. She was a good shell though and she was so much fun to drive.
There is a break in the light on your eyelids. Not acknowledging it at first but it's his soft voice that beckons your eyes to open.
“Hey beautiful,” he starts. “Hope your dreaming about something good.”
A smile forms across your lips and the back of his index and middle finger lightly dances down your cheek. “Just thinking about the places we’ll go in that beauty.” You look up at the patchy Camaro and gaze at the tire.
The tires spin as it comes to a stop a side a gravel road. From the windshield is a stunning view of the town below and all its people.
“I rather like this view,” you let out a light sigh.
“I like this one better,” he reaches over from turning the engine off and places his hand on your shoulder.
Smiling you look over at him and put your hand on his, “I’ve got the best one of all.”
He lets out a small chuckle.
“You know what I was thinking about while you drove?”
“Mmm,” his hand starts to trace your arm.
“When I first brought the car home. How patchy and unmatched she was. Then all sanded and smooth with new paint and she is a sight to behold.”
He slides his seat back and not very gracefully slides one leg to your furthest side by the window. The other one follows after a few bumps and giggles. “It’s the second-best gift I’ve ever gotten,” he leans in and gives you a soft kiss then his nose caresses yours.
“Only the second? You don’t know the intense bargaining at the cop auction I had to do for it. I was afraid he’d arrest me if I didn’t stand so adamantly on my lowball offer.”
He leans on his other elbow and puts his hand under your chin, “you are the first,” he lovingly looked into your eyes.
You grab his shirt and pull him to your lips. Equally hungry as you explore more of each other's mouths. HIs tongue beckons to be let in, and you let him just to taste more of him. He lowers himself to cover you, that's when you feel the seat back lowering. It's a tight fit but he grinds you more into the leather while your hands move about his back and under his shirt.
He’s always had a boxer’s body and one you’ve appreciated time and time again. You are into some sports to keep you active but not nearly as many as him. You moan as his hits the right spot while kissing your neck. Your fingers move to unbutton his jeans.
You break his kiss for a second. “Do you?”
He smiles, “back pocket.”
“Seems like you planned this.”
“Always be prepared,” he huffs then gets back to work on your neck.
Reaching into his back pocket and giving his ass a bit of a squeeze before retrieving out the small square packet. Then with unzipped pants you side them off then he works at raising your shirt. With the one hand, not keeping his balance, he scoops out one breast from your bra to feast on. Wrapping your hand around his hardened self you work from base to tip a couple times. He moans in your ear, “oh fuck baby.”
You rise up and shimmy down your pants then open the little square packet. After a couple attempts, you blame the dark, you slide it on him and give him a nod. HIs lips meet yours as he gently slides into you. Nearly feeling a smirk from him as he gets deeper, still keeping his mouth over yours as you moan.
Now his hips come to play, and he knows how you like it. He grows to a harder thrust that sends the shocks squeaking. His shorter breaths blanket the air as you move your legs to his waist. “All mine,” he burst out as he got harder. You gasped at all the stimulation and sensations happening all at once. The warming leather on your ass, the collective sweat forming all over your bodies, the gentle movement of the car with yours, a faint breeze from the small crack left in the window, and his broken words of affection.
Hitting your favorite spot over and over again you dig your nails into his back. “Hang on baby,” he offered. Hitting that spot one more time sent a lightening shiver through your body as you released. Seeing the look on your face made him come and loudly, which nearly sent you over the edge.
His head on your chest and you both not moving. Hearing his heart beating so fast you take his hand and kiss the back of it. You know better than to touch his hair but sometimes you can’t help yourself. Running your fingers though it he lifts his head.
You close the door and wonder what that was about. These two agents showed up and asked you the strangest questions about your neighbor. You'd not known her that well but told them what you could. I mean, after all, they were the law, and what could it hurt. But when they asked about smelling sulfur.... I answered but was very confused by it.
Of corse, having to take a breath once they were outside because they were two of the hottest guys you'd seen. So you needed a minute.
You peaked out the window when you heard a loud engine roar to life and wondered if that was company issued.
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