jack's wife passed away from a terminal illness and before she passed she told him she was okay with him moving on BUT! it mustn't be with any of the woman on a list she gives to him.
It's written on a napkin with only 3 names on it. He chuckles as he reads through them.
Nancy Grace, his high school sweetheart, who he was pretty sure was happily married with 3 grandkids already.
Laurelai Jacobs, who was her best friend from college who got sick and couldn't go on the blind date with him and instead sent his wife. It's how they met and he missed his chance so she didn't want him going back for seconds.
and last was your name, his friend first, her friend for longer. you had met when you were med school on rotation together. you lived in the co-ed dorms together. she would come and visit and the two of you became fast friends.
his wife must have seen something he didn't with you but he takes it to heart. when she passes away, he basically cuts you out of his life.
now you are back as a second day shift attending for dr. al-hashimi. you're pretty with the gray growing from your head. he notices no ring on your finger still. he tries to be cordial but you are being curt. why should you give him the time of day when he essentially went dark.
can the two of you rekindle your friendship? and will jack uphold his promise to his wife?
I'm binging your Miracle series and I'm sitting here at work with such a smile on my face. I love them all so much!
thank you!! The little miracle series is a huge fan favorite! I wrote the first thinking of it would just be a one-shot. I'm very happy that people requested more.
I am always open to writing little blurbs of the story too! i do have a request to fulfill so keep an eye out!
I will NAWT be falling for mean!dom!robby propaganda
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He thinks he’s dom but you know he’s not. So, you let him think he’s in charge at first. He can take control, do what he wants to you, etc. BUT not for long.
It starts with praising him subtly, telling him how good he feels, how handsome he is, how great of a job he’s doing, and he preens under the praise. Then it’s asking him to try different things- not demanding, but not begging either. “Slower please, harder, etc.”
Soon enough he allows you to try being on top and it’s over for Michael. When his hands move to your hips to try and control the pace you bat them away and tut at him softly.
He just needs to “relax and turn off that hardworking brain for a little while.” Very quickly Robby is a whore for being a sub. He loves to let you take the lead after he does that all day, just wants to be loved and to feel good.
sometimes i get sad about the fact that the fandom is so wrapped up in made-up drama with no basis in reality and discourse about fanon that there is almost NO conversation about the ACTUAL political parts of the pitt. so much criticism and no actual discussion of the pitt’s points about ice, about misdiagnosis of women and poc, about the fucked up insurance systems in the us, about deportations, about child abuse, about mental health, about suicide, about addiction, about federal funding cuts towards programs that benefit people of color, LIKE. you wanna talk about the pitt’s politics but instead of talking about ANY of that you wanna make shit up instead oh okay
a/n: tumblr flagged this in my drafts so i have to put a fucking label on it to post it. so any reblogs are greatly appreciated to spread this one
summary: dana has hit a point in her marriage where she is no longer satisfied. hearing about this makes you so upset you offer to give her all the orgasms she desires. she takes you up on the offer.
wc: 3.3k
tags: infidelity, smut, clit play, fingering, tribbing, multiple orgasms, sub!dana, dom!reader, comp-het, reader is a little gay slut in love with dana
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Being an older woman had it's downsides. The biggest being that you were seen as less than by society. Hell, your value starts going down the chart after you hit thirty at a sharp decline.
Dana was surrounded by young and beautiful women every day. Them and their boyfriends who come to visit them and flirt with them. Give them gifts and wish them a good shift. She remembers when her husband used to do that when she was young. Then they had kids and the flame seemed to just fizzle out.
Now, she would come home and see him asleep watching some random show. With all her kids out of the house living their own lives, she thought they would have more time together as a couple. But with her twelve hour shifts, they only got time when she had a day off. And even then, it was just running errands together, watching television together, and may be a night out or a home cooked meal.
Never did the night end with coitus. Benji would flop into the bed, seemingly exhausted from the "long" day. Leaving Dana unfulfilled and going to the bathroom to take care of things.
Dana wanted what those young, pretty nurses had. Even on after a long shift, they were taken care of at home. They had someone touch them between the legs and kiss them sweetly.
"Dana~" A sweet voice snaps her out of her thoughts, "Patient in 5 has just been discharged."
You were a young nurse, transferred from med-surg. Dana thought you were the prettiest in the department. You had an infectious smile and even in the dire of situations you never let it bother you. You said you wanted to do work in the ER as a change of pace and you fit right in to the family of the department.
"Thank you, Dollface." Dana smiles at you. You smile back and walk away with a little pep in your step and go to another patient. Dana couldn't say she hated seeing you go too much. Your figure was a blessing to this floor. She wasn't the only who saw it either.
She hated the way those knuckle headed medical assistants would ogle at you. There was this heat in her chest, she's only had when her kids were babies and someone else would be holding them; A seething jealousy.
She's heard other's talk about a "hall pass" the one person you were attracted to that you would step out of your marriage for. For her, you were that one person. Usually it was a celebrity but they all pale in comparison in her mind.
Later in the day, you are in the break room with Perlah and Princess talking. Dana walks pass the first door when she hears you say, "My date." She stops between the two entrances to listen in on the conversation.
"After I bring her home, she is all over me. I have a pretty big couch in the living room but she is clinging to my arm." Her…She…A woman, you liked women, "She crawls into my lap and…"
"And? What happened?!" Princess urges you to continue.
"Well, you know, we do it there on the couch." You surrender the information. Dana's breath hitches as she pretends to look at her tablet, listening to you continue, "Then we go to my room and do it again."
"Again?"
"Her second… my first."
The two other nurses in the room gasp and squeal.
"Then I offer her my shower and…"
"A third time?!" Perlah gapes. Princess shushes her.
"In the shower." Dana can hear the smugness in your voice, "She came to bed and I made breakfast for her in the morning."
"This morning? Wow, you are better than most of the men here." Princess says dumbfounded.
"How would you know?" Perlah says flatly.
"I mean look at them. Do you think any of them would be making breakfast for their girl in the morning before shift?"
"I think Whitaker would try?" You chime. You all cackle like hyenas after you imagine him trying to cook. Dana takes it as her cue and walks into the room.
"Alright, shouldn't you two be off break by now?" She looks between Princess and Perlah. They sigh and air their grievances in Tagalog as they leave the room.
"I've got 5 more minutes." You throw your hands up in defense.
"I know you do." She smirks as she starts a new pot of coffee, "I heard a something about a date?"
"Uh, yeah, I went out with this girl yesterday."
"Was it a good time?" The aroma of coffee fills the room.
"It was." You lick your lips as you think about it again.
"You gonna see her again?" Dana tilts her head.
"I don't know. She was really nice but she was adamant about monogamy." You shrug.
"You don't want to be exclusive with somebody?"
"Not really my thing." You smile, "I prefer casual hook-ups. Maybe a hang out here and there. My goal is not really… romance."
"Then what is it?"
"Pleasure." You sigh and sit back, "There is something about knowing the ins and outs of a person in one night that excites me. The feeling of skin to skin without having to know the relationship they have with their parents or how many siblings they have, sometimes. The sounds of their moans, the taste in their mouth, their sweet scent fills my lungs I feel like that's enough."
As you speak, Dana crosses her legs as she feels her arousal pooling between them. The thought of you and her together on your couch, in your bed, in your shower exchanging passion. She blinks away the thoughts and clears her throat.
"Sorry, Dana I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." You say.
"I'm not, I'm not. I was curious so I asked." Her eyes scan you up and down subtly, "I'm not one to judge."
"Yeah, I mean it must be nice to be married."
"It has its caveats," She chuckles, "I understand your hesitancy to be tied down."
"It can't be all bad. The sex must be great."
Dana purses her lips. She couldn't say if that were true or not because it had been years since she's had sex. You notice her silence and look at her remorseful.
"Dana… that's just not right," You shake your head, "I know it's not my place but you… you are hot and should be getting laid every night."
"You're kidding." She laughs.
"I'm not! Dana, you are attractive. How does your husband not control himself around you?!" You lean forward.
"You're just flattering me, now." She stands up, "Get back to work."
You watch her go with a sigh. In your eyes, Dana was sexy as hell. It was petty crush but her touch would shoot electricity up your spine. You loved her eyes and how she'd look at with such compassion. Especially when you first started.
After your break, you try to find Dana alone to talk to her again. You slide up next to her with eagerness on your tongue, "Dana."
"Not now, Dollface."
Dollface, the nickname she gave you after saying how pretty you were. You thought she was flirting with you but then you discovered she was married to a man. You thought you had no chance. Now, there was a possibility.
"Please can we talk for a second? When you have the time… outside?" You look at her pleadingly.
She rolls her eyes and looks at Princess, "I'll be right back." You both head outside near the wall, "What do you need to talk about?"
"You not having sex."
"Really? You pull me outside for that."
You grab her shoulders, "Let me take care of that for you."
"What? Are you crazy?" She furrows her brows.
"Crazy and stupid." You bite your lip, "Dana, I can't rest knowing you are not having orgasms at night." She scoffs, "Look, no strings attached, you come over to my place, and I take care of you."
"I am married." She states
"He doesn't have to know." You slide your hands down her arms and grab hers, "It can be a one time thing. It will purify your conscious after you cum. I'll beg."
You give her your biggest puppy eyes as you pout. You were being serious. Very serious. Your hands feel warm around hers as you hold them. "You're being serious…"
"As a heart attack." You step closer until you are chest to chest, "You know, I've always had a crush on you." You lean into her ear, "I get a little wet when you call me Dollface." Her breath hitches and she stares at you as you pull away, "One night to rock your world. Let me make you feel good."
You walk back inside leaving Dana with the shock of the exchange. She catches her breath and pushes her strands of hair behind her ears. You had just propositioned her for sex. She was actually considering it. She bites her lip.
She had a husband. Someone waiting for her at home. She had children— what would they think? Their mother stepping out on their father. She paces back and forth.
She then thinks about what you said. You called her sexy. You were attracted to her. You got aroused when she called you a nickname. You wanted her badly or else you wouldn't have said anything at all.
She grabs her phone and calls her husband. "Hey, Benji, Lena called out today so I might not be home until later. Yeah probably in the morning, I'll, uh, I'll let you know." She then hangs up the phone.
Through out the rest of shift, you make her nervous. She keeps chickening out of talking to you directly. Whenever your eyes meet she is quick to look away. She doesn't know how to accept.
"Have you given it thought?" It's the end of shift now, you stand in the hub with your jacket and bag on your shoulder.
"Uh, yeah I have." She takes a breath.
"Well?" You tilt you head.
"Tonight." She whispers, "Can we, tonight?"
You grin wide and nod, "Of course. Why don't you leave your car here? We'll take mine."
She nods and follows you to your car. The drive is quiet and full of tension. Most of it was radiating off of Dana. She couldn't believe she was doing this. She was going to have sex with one of her staff members because her husband wouldn't get off his lazy ass and have sex with her. You look over from the driver side and sigh, "We don't have to if you don't want to." You say, "Say the word and I can turn around and take you back to the hospital."
She doesn't speak as you pull up in front of your apartment. You put the car in park and look at her, "Before you change your mind…Can I kiss you?" You ask.
She turns to you and nods slowly. The two of you lean into each other and gently you capture her lips into a kiss. Your lips are sweet against her. Cautiously, you push her lips apart and slide your tongue against hers. She moans as she slips her tongue along yours. You suck on her tongue and hum before separating from the kiss. She follows you slightly before pulling away.
"You want more?" You ask.
"Yes." She says breathily, "Please."
You smile before exiting your car. You open the door for Dana lead her into your apartment. "So this is where the magic happens," She says when you open the door.
You laugh, knowing she was getting comfortable again. "Not only that, it's where I sleep."
She laughs with you. You set your bag on a hall hook and take her bag and coat from her to put next to it. You grab her hand and lead her to the living room. You pull her onto the couch and rest your hand on her thigh, "I want to kiss you again. I already miss it."
"Me too," She confesses. You grab the side of her face and with parted lips you kiss her again. You deepen the kiss, moaning into her mouth. She moans in response. Her hands roam your body as she desperately tries to find a place for them.
You pull away taking your top off revealing the tank top you were wearing underneath. You grab her top and look at her for permission. She nods and you proceed to take it off. "Come here." You pull her into your lap and continue to kiss her.
"I've never done this before… w-with a woman." She says.
You smile, "That's okay. You are in charge all day. Let me take care of you for the night." You slip your hand under her shirt and bra and pinch her nipples between your fingers. She whines at the sensation and holds your shoulder, "I'm going to take care of you all night long."
With your other hand you slide it into her pants just over her underwear. Gently you rub over the cotton fabric, "Your panties are wet already." You tut, "How did that happen?"
Dana moans as she rubs against your fingers, "It was your story."
"You heard all of it didn't you. How I fucked that girl. You liked it didn't you?" You purr, "Did you imagine me doing it to you?"
"Yes," She confesses, "I was imagining you doing it to me. Your hands on my body just like this."
"How sweet." You smile up at her as she grinds against your fingers. You move your fingers and slip your hand under her panties and over her clit. You hum as you feel her wet pussy. You rub circles on her clit as your other hand pushes up her shirt.
She takes the hint and lifts it over her shirt and unlatches her brow. You lick your lips before latching your mouth on one of her nipples, sucking on it. Dana moans and rocks her hips against your hand. Her hands rest on your shoulders as she feels your fingers move past her clit.
You look into her eyes and she nods, giving you permission. She moans as she feels two of your fingers slide into her pussy's entrance. She throws her head back and pants. Her hips moving uncontrollably as she whimpers for more friction.
"Easy, cowgirl." You chuckle, "We are just getting started." You movement is slow and attentive. You hold her hip with your free hand as you finger her. Her eyes are screwed shut as she focuses on her pleasure. Her moans were so sweet sounding.
You feel the walls of her pussy clench around your fingers as you stroke her insides. Your fingers curl and twist as your thumb presses against her clit. "God, I could listen to your moans all day." You smile and kiss between her breasts.
Her brows knit together as she continues to ride your fingers. "Oh god~! F-fuck, Dollface."
You grin as you hear the nickname, "Doesn't that feel good? This is what you've been missing. You're dripping now. Are you close?"
She simply nods as her hips roll and stutter. You pick up your pace and focus on her clit, sending her over the edge. Her hips jerk as she cums still riding your fingers.
You pull them out and raise them to her lips. She sucks on your fingers until you remove them and put them in your mouth. You hum in delight and swipe her pussy juices on your lips before licking them.
"You taste so good~" You smile up at her. Dana leans down and captures your lips into a kiss. She moans into you mouth as your tongues slide against each other.
Then, Dana moves off your lap and undresses. You watch in awe as she sashays to your bedroom door. You stand up and follow her to bed. She lays down in the center of your bed and watches you undress in the middle of your room.
She spreads her legs and rubs her clit as she watches. You crawl between her legs and take her wrist in your hand. You suck on her fingers before kissing and sucking on her clit. You lap at her folds, teasing her entrance with your tongue. She arches her back and grinds against your face.
You grind against your mattress as you eat her pussy. It felt like you were in heaven between her legs. Her sweet juices melt against your tongue. Every time you touch her sensitive clit, her legs twitch and her thighs squeeze against your head.
You trail back up her body to be face to face with her. You roll your hips, pressing your clit against hers. "Oh Dana, I always dreamed of this." You whisper.
"Yeah right. You could have any pretty girl you want." She pants.
"You're a pretty girl, Dana." You moan, "What do I have to do to convince you? Is fucking not enough? Should I beg?"
You make a pouty face before beginning to babble, "You're so pretty, Dana. I love how sexy you look right now. I don't know if I can hold on much longer. You're body nicely pressed up against mine. Make me cum, Dana. Rub your clit against mine and make me feel good. Touch me, rub me, finger fuck me please."
Dana shudders as you beg. You kiss down her neck to her chest and you start to suck on her nipples. You tease her nipples by swirling your tongue around them and suck. You move from nipple to nipple spreading your spit across her chest.
Dana takes a breath before moving her hand between your two bodies and rubbing her finger on your clit. You suck in a breath in surprise and smile, "Yes~ Dana rub it just like that." You move beside her and hold her wrist to guide her motions.
You place your hand over hers and guide her fingers over your pussy. "Then you dip them in. Nice and slow." She does as you say and gets two knuckles deep with two fingers. "Just like that Dana."
Dana smiles at herself as she moves her fingers inside you. She's never done this to another woman before but she loved it. She loved the feeling of your pussy around her fingers; your clit under her thumb. Your sweet moans in her ear and oddly arousing sensation of your spit drying around her nipples. "I'm gonna cum~" You whine. She loved the way you sounded. She was getting aroused by your voice alone.
You reach over and stroke her clit too, like you read her mind. She throws her head back and thrusts her hips into your hand, "Oh~! OH~! AH~!" She shakes through her orgasm. You follow soon after thrusting into her fingers until you clench around them and rut your high till it dissipates.
When you two finally catch your breath you sit up and kiss Dana gently, "How was that?" You brush her hair to the side.
"That was the hardest I've ever cum in my life." She giggles. You smile and kiss her again.
"Good. You deserve it." You caress her face, "And if you're up for it, we can go for the third in the shower."
Dana chuckles, "I think two is enough for me. Just stay here and lay with me. Think you can do that, Ladykiller?"
"Yes, ma'am." You pull her into a spooning position and kiss the back of her shoulder.
As you two lay together, Dana finally remembers her husband but there isn't remorse. You made her feel such intense pleasure she doesn't feel guilt. There was no urgency to rush home. A bit of her never wanted to go back…
I can excuse a lot of inaccuracies in other people's writing. But if there is something not completely historically correct in the fic that I don't even plan to post, backed up with scholarly research, I cannot continue to write.
